this had been sitting on my laptop for like 2 days and i just gave up on it and posted it because whatever

Girl Like Her - Part 2

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing: Bucky x (Plus size) Reader

Word Count: 1136

Warnings: topics of body size and weight issues. I tried to keep it as vague as possible so not to trigger. implied/mentions of sex.

Summary:  Girls like you weren’t meant to be with a guy like Bucky.  He deserves someone prettier, someone skinnier, someone better.  Not a girl like her.

A/N: Hello Lovelies normally I am all fluff all the time. I have been going through some personal stuff and those thoughts put this little angst idea in my head.   I have decided to rewrite the end of this fic so it will be LONGER than 4 parts.  I have a party to go to tonight and not feeling so body positive…so to make myself feel better, I am posting this early SURPRISE!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6


You had locked yourself in your room with your laptop and were sitting criss cross on your bed typing up a few expense reports from the last mission.  You heard the front door open and close and knew that Bucky was home.  You figured you wouldn’t be bothered because you should have been still at work.  You started when you heard a bang at your bedroom door, and an “ow.”

You huffed, getting up you walked to your door unlocking it and opening it just a crack.  “Can I help you?”  

Bucky looked at you with a frown, “Why is your door locked?  You never lock the door. Open up I have something to show you.”  

You roll your eyes, “I can’t I am busy.  And I locked my door because I am working.”

You feel Bucky pushing on the door trying to make it open more. You in response, push all your weight on the door, doing little to prevent him from pushing in.

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I Guess They Know

Anon: “Could I have a Mikey Way imagine please?”

A/N: Sorry this toook so long! I know, I suck. Anyways, this is what I came up with, lol

(Y/N)’S POV 

You sit at your desk, rapidly typing away at your computer at 11:45 pm. You’ve been on your computer for so long that your eyes were basically beginning to burn. This was nothing new for you considering you’re a pretty successful youtuber. You make about $2 Million a year with 7M subscribers making you basically internet famous. You spend a lot of time where you are right now, editing your videos in the office you share with your boyfriend Mikey. The thing is, nobody knows that you two are dating. You’ve been together for 2 years, live in the same house, you even have 2 dogs. But since you began to get famous, you both just decided to keep your relationship secret. If it eventually got out, you wouldn’t mind that much, but what’s the rush?

You’re just finishing editing your vlog from yesterday to post today even though it’s getting pretty late. Someone opens the door, letting light flood into the room. It makes you squint since the only other light source is the light from your computer screen. Mikey comes up behind you and drapes his arms over your shoulders.

“When are you coming to bed?” He whines tiredly. You chuckle but continue clicking away. You stop and spin your chair around to face him.

“A few minutes. I promise.” You give him puppy dog eyes.

“You said that an hour ago.” He smirks and you turn back around.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry. Final Cut crashed and erased a whole hour’s worth of work. I promise this time.” He nods and rubs his eyes before leaving you to finish your work. Once you finally upload the video to YouTube, you yawn and shut your laptop before going to join Mikey in bed.



The next morning, you wake up and roll over to be face to face with Mikey.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He smiles and cups you face in his hand, gently rubbing his thumb across your cheekbone.

“Morning.” You whisper, smiling back. You roll onto your back and stretch as you begin to really wake up.

“What time is it?” You ask through a yawn.

“About 12.” You nod and reach over to your nightstand to check your phone. Per usual, you have a ton of notifications from every social media account you have. You lock your phone and sit up, thinking about what you’re plans are for today.

“What do you have to do today?” You ask him and he shrugs.

“Nothing really. I figured I’d go spend all those gift cards I got for my birthday. Wanna come?” You sigh and rub your face.

“I do. But I can’t, I gotta film today. Sorry babe.” You give him a sad smile and wraps his arms around you, kissing your head.

“It’s fine. I’ll ask Gee. I think he wanted to go anyways even though one of those gift cards is from him.” You both laugh. 

Eventually, you drag yourself out of bed and get dressed so you could actually be productive. Since you probably weren’t going to leave the house, you vlogged your morning routine since it’s the most interesting thing that’s probably going to happen today. You carried around your little camera as you made breakfast, let the dogs out, did your hair, and talked about your plans for the day. Before you could even get started filming for main channel video which is a Q & A, Mikey was already back and he was excited.

“Babe, guess what I got!” You finish setting up your camera in front of the couch and look over at him as he sets his stuff down on the floor except for one box.

“What?” You ask curiously. He opens the small box and pulls out a mug. You just chuckled at his excitement over something so simple. He hands it to you so you can see it.

“This is actually pretty cool.” You smile and he nods in agreement as you give it back to him.

“Gerard gave it to me.” He says as he admires it again. You giggle, he’s just too cute! He sets it down on the table and picks up the rest of his bags and takes them upstairs as you start recording, pulling up questions on your phone. In the middle of filming, he comes back downstairs with his bass in one hand and his phone in the other, staring down at it and barely paying attention to where he’s walking.

“What are you doing?” You ask, scrunching your eyebrows together in confusion. He still doesn’t look up from his phone as he walks over to the table, resting his guitar against the wall.

“I’m going in the basement to work on a thing…. but I forgot to post about my mug on Instagram.” You playfully roll your eyes as he takes a picture and then sits in the kitchen.

“Are you still going downstairs or can I keep filming?” You ask. He finally looks up from his phone, suddenly aware of his surroundings.

“Oh, you can keep going. I got distracted.” You nod as he looks back down, rapidly typing on his phone but not making a sound so you could finish. You answer questions for about another hour, stopping once to ask Mikey how to pronounce a word which you both failed at and ended up asking Siri. Once you’re done, stand up, stretching since you’ve been sitting for so long. You leave the camera set up because you’re too lazy to take it down at the moment.

“Babe, can you let the dogs in?” You ask as you grab your laptop off the couch. You only put the dogs outside when you’re filming since they’re very loud and like to bark at everything.

“Yeah, one sec.” He replies as you head upstairs to the office to start editing.

It’s only 6pm so you should be done around 9:30-ish. You edit out all the parts where you stutter, when Mikey came downstairs, and when you re-recorded because you realized you had a piece of hair sticking out all crazy. You add music and sound effects and all the rest until you’re finally finished. Once you upload the video, you feel like you’re done but obviously you’re not. You have to tweet about it, post about it on instagram, and tell everyone on snapchat so you weren’t really done. It all gets tiring sometimes but at the end of the day, you couldn’t be happier. You make money doing something you love, you get to share your life with your amazing boyfriend, and you honestly couldn’t ask for more.

You go check the comments on your vlog from yesterday, giggling at the funny ones and just seeing what people thought. You almost scrolled past one of the second top comments but you caught a glimpse of the words ‘Mikey from mcr’ which made you do a double take.

“MIKEY!” You yell for him and after a few seconds he comes running the room.

“What happened?! What?!” He asks, clearly thinking something was wrong.

“Look at this!” You say, pointing to your screen. He squints at the screen for a second since he isn’t wearing his glasses.

“This one?” He asks in confirmation. You nod before he begins to read the comment out loud.

Did anyone else notice her shirt in the beginning is just like the one Mikey from mcr used to wear? lol” He reads then shrugs a little.

“So? Tons of people could have that shirt.” He says looking at you. You scroll down to the responses to show him what you’re talking about:

It has the holes in it and everything! omg XD’

‘I noticed another shirt that I recognized from mikey in another video but i forgot which one’

‘do they know each other?’

‘they met once at a show’

‘what if they’re friends?!?!’

We both start laughing at how much thought was put into this.

“That’s hilarious.” He comments raising his eyebrows.

“What if they figure it out?” You ask hypothetically, knowing that is nearly impossible. He responds with another shrug.

“Then whatever. It doesn’t really matter anymore, to be honest.” You nod in agreement. 

“We should go get ice cream.” He says, changing the topic and you stretch, finally done for the day. 

“It’s 9 o’clock but we really should. Let’s go.”

~~~~~~~2 DAYS LATER~~~~~~~

You’re sitting on the couch next to Mikey, checking emails and stuff as he watched some action movie. Suddenly, you receive a text from a friend of yours who’s also a pretty popular Youtuber. It’s a link to a video so you click it, wondering what it is. You guys were always sharing cool videos wth each other. Once the video finally loads, your eyes pop out of your head.

‘Proof that Mikey Way and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) are secretly dating!!!’

You lightly slap Mikey’s arm a couple times as the video begins.

“Yeah?” He asks looking over at you. You hold the phone up so he could see as you begin to watch in complete shock. The person, who was basically a gossip/drama account on youtube, had taken all the evidence that your fans had gathered and created a whole explanation.

Apparently, aside from the shirt incident (which there was a side by side for), people had noticed Mikey’s guitar in the background of your Q & A video as well as the mug on the table, which he had posted a picture of on Instagram that same day (these also came with side by side photos as proof). They even noticed that in some of his old Instagram photos, the comforter on the bed was the same as the one in your vlogs from forever ago.  And if all of that wasn’t crazy enough, they concluded that Mikey was the person behind the camera based on the few words he spoke while trying to help you pronounce the word in a question in your last video.

You were both left speechless as the video ended, staring at the phone screen with open mouths.

“How did they….”

“When did I even….”

“Is that even….”

“What the actual fuck…” Mikey says, being the first one of you two spit out a full sentence. 

You aggressively open up twitter to see if it had spread and it had, of course. There was already a trending hashtag which you clicked on. The most popular tweet with the hashtag was someone sharing the video. The tweet had 12.6k likes and 6.4k retweets. This account is a pretty popular fan account dedicated to you and you’ve definitely seen the username before because this person had so many followers and was constantly tagging you in stuff. You actually follow them and had replied to a couple of their tweets once which might explain why they’re so popular.

You both look at each other, unable to grasp how in such a small amount of time, the idea that the two of you even knew each other had turned into proof of you two dating. You start cracking up at how insane this all is. You both laugh until you have tears in your eyes from how ridiculously weird the internet can be.

“Oh my fucking god, I can’t….” He starts laughing again.

“I can’t believe that just happened!” You couldn’t even speak from laughing so hard, you just nod and wipe your eyes. Once you both calm down and just kind of recap everything that just happened in your mind you clap your hands together in conclusion.

“Well, I guess they know.” You turn to him and smile. He looks at you contently before he kisses your cheek and pulls you into his body, hugging you tightly.

“I guess they do. I can finally share you with the world now.“


PART 2

Misadventures Pt. 2

Originally posted by gab-be-natural

Word Count: 1650
Warnings: Cold, Sam’s freezing hands, and a confused little angel
A/N: Found this in a folder, edited it, and decided to post it so y’all don’t die while I work through my writers block. Enjoy!

    You were roused from your peaceful dreams by the feeling of coldness settling on your arms. Scowling, you sleepily dragged your comforter up and over your torso in an attempt to block out the cold. Turning over, you tried to go back to sleep, but your leg was now sticking out of the covers. Sighing, you turned over again and pulled your leg into the warmth of your blanket, but you couldn’t fall back asleep. You were wide awake now. And you were cold.
  Sighing, you flung the layer of warmth off of you and climbed out of bed. You gasped when your feet hit the cold floor, and your first instinct was to find socks; which you did. Thick, fuzzy socks. Next was a sweatshirt, then sweatpants over your sleep shorts.
  You raced into the bathroom and quickly got ready before running to the kitchen to confront the boys about the cold front that had flooded the bunker.
  “Dean, why did I wake up to the Arctic Circle in my bedroom?” The question was out of your mouth before you’d even entered the kitchen. Walking in, your jaw dropped at the sight of the Winchesters. I mean, you knew they wore layers, but not that many layers.
  Dean had at least three flannels on under the sweatshirt he was wearing, as well as two pairs of fuzzy pj bottoms. You had to refrain from giggling as you saw his purple reindeer socks peeking out from under the hem of his pants.
  Sam wasn’t any better. You could count a sweatshirt, a sweater, and a hoodie on the larger man, plus thick jeans and multiple layers of socks.
  “Well, hello sleeping beauty, nice to see ya.” Dean said, ignoring your question as he attempted to pour coffee from under his layers.
  “Dean, what did you do?” You asked, placing your hands on your hips and staring him down.
  “Why does she assume it’s my fault?” Dean asked Sam, placing two cups of the caffeinated liquid on the table.
  “Probably because it is your fault, Dean.” Sam replied, taking a sip from his coffee as he flipped through an old lore book.
  “Ok, so I might have broken the heating system- “
  “Is that why my room felt like it was thirty degrees below zero?” You asked, glaring.
  “Calm down, princess, it wasn’t that cold.” Dean gave you a disbelieving look as he sat down, pulling out a chair beside him for you. You plopped in the seat ungracefully as you shook your head.
  “Nope, it was. I was just missing the penguins, and I could have been in the North Pole.”
 Sam snorted slightly before going back to ignoring the conversation, leaving you and Dean to finish bickering through the rest of breakfast.

———–

 “Well, that officially makes no cases.” Sam sighed as he shut his laptop, sitting back in his seat and stretching for the first time in several hours.
 “That means we can have the day off, right?” You asked, giving the boys puppy dog eyes. Dean groaned as he ran a hand up and down his face.
  “Sam, I told you not to teach her that.”
   Sam shrugged. “Not like I meant to.”
 Dean glanced over at you again before cracking. “Ok, fine. Day off, whatever. Let the whole world go crazy, see if I care.”
 “Yes!” You pumped your fist and shot up from your seat, giving Dean a quick side hug on your way to your room.
Dean gave his brother the ‘This can’t be good’ look. Sure enough, thirty seconds later you reemerged with bags of popcorn, movies, blankets, and Castiel trailing behind you.
 “Cas, what are you doing here?” Dean asked, confused.
 “To be honest with you, I am not exactly sure of the reason myself. Y/n called and said it was an important holiday.” He explained in his gruff voice.
 “Holiday Y/n, really?” Sam gave you an amused look. You shrugged as you got to work setting up a movie.
  “We don’t get days off very often. Plus, I checked, and it’s like three days till Christmas.”
 Dean caught Sam’s eye and both brothers shared a guilty look. You’d grown up with hunter parents, so you were used to missing Christmas, but they still felt bad that your idea of a holiday was a day off from work.
 “Ok, sweetheart, what movie are we watching?” Dean asked after a moment. You grinned up at him.
 “Home Alone.”
Both boys raised their eyebrows at one another before Sam chuckled.
  “She’s the boss.”

 ——-

 “I do not understand,” Cas said about halfway through the movie. “Is it not irresponsible to leave a child by themselves while the parents go elsewhere?”
 “Yeah, Cas. That’s the point.” Dean said from his spot to your right. You nodded as you looked at Cas, who was sitting on your left.
 “It’s funny because it’s unrealistic.” You added.
  “I see.” He said, though the look on his face told you he still didn’t quite understand.
 You heard a beeping sound and excitedly jumped up to get the third batch of popcorn out of the microwave. You poured the hot popcorn into three bowls and added everyone’s preferred toppings before heading back into the living room. Returning to the couch, you passed a bowl to Sam, who was sitting next to Dean, and another to Cas, sharing the last one with the green-eyed hunter beside you.  Sitting down, you immediately noticed how comfortable Dean’s side was due to his extra layers. Snuggling deeper into Deans side, you felt yourself start to slip away, and before you knew it, you were asleep.

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  Your eyes shot open and you jumped, letting out a yelp and landing on the floor. Sam stood above you laughing as your sleepy brain pieced together what had just happened. Narrowing your eyes, you glared at the still laughing Winchester.
 “Not cool, Samuel. You’d better watch your back.” You threatened, using the coffee table as leverage to pull yourself up.
  “What? You don’t want me to do it again?” Sam teased, not taking you seriously.
  “It’s not funny, Sam! You stuck your freezing cold hands up my shirt while I was sleeping!”
  “I thought it was funny.” Dean commented as he leaned against the doorway. Cas, who was standing next to Dean, simply shook his head and left. Probably a wise decision.
  “Stay out of this, Dean.” You said harshly, causing him to put his hands up in surrender and walk away.
  “So, you didn’t like it, then?” Sam asked, smirking.
  “Samuel freaking Winchester, do it again and I will cut all of your hair off.” You warned, turning and walking into the kitchen.
 “Wow, someone’s grumpy.” He commented as he followed you. You halfheartedly glared at him as you made yourself some hot chocolate. After letting it cool off a little, you downed it in two gulps, shuttering a bit from the sugar rush you felt immediately after.
  Sam had been watching you with amusement the entire time, shaking his head when you finished your drink.
 “You good now?” He asked with a small smile. You sighed before nodding.
  “Yeah, sorry I was grumpy.”
  “You gonna cut off my hair anytime soon?” He asked, raising a brow and stepping closer to you. You shook your head.
  “Nope. Scouts honor.” You assured.
  “You were never a Boy’s Scout.” He said, grunting slightly as he scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder.
 “Sam!” You shrieked. “Put me down, this is a lot higher than it looks! Put me down!” You gripped the back of his arms as he began walking, trying to stabilize yourself.
 Sam laughed. “You want me to let go?” His hands dropped from their position on the back of your knees, and you screamed again as he did so.
 “Sam! Knock it off, stop letting me go!” You hit his back with your fist, but he only laughed before reaching up and holding you again, this time slipping his ice-cold hands under your sweatshirt. You yelped as his skin came in contact with yours, and through the hair hanging in front of your face you saw someone walking towards you in your peripheral vision.
 “What’s going on here?” You heard Dean ask.
 “Dean, save me, please! Sam’s kidnapping me!” You shouted, half joking half serious.
 “I’m not kidnapping her, I’m carrying her around.” Sam reasoned as he continued walking.
 “Don’t listen to him Dean!”
 Being upside down, combined with the height difference of Sam’s shoulders to the ground, was probably messing with your head because you heard the words you spoke next, but you didn’t believe you were saying them.
 “Save me and I’ll give you a kiss!”
 This made Sam freeze, and you could see Deans mouth fall open before he suddenly rushed at Sam, and before you knew what was happening, you were flipped around and off Sam, then suddenly Dean was carrying you bridal style and dashing away from his brother.
 He finally stopped in the living room, falling onto the couch with you on top of him.
 “Thank you for saving me, my knight in shining armor.” You said dramatically as you fell back onto the armrest.
 “No problem, princess. My only question is, do I still get my kiss?” His green eyes stared intently into your own e/c ones. You nodded your head, sitting up and hooking an arm around Deans neck.
  “Close your eyes.” You whispered. Dean did as he was told, leaning in expectantly. He felt something brush against his lips, but instead of skin, he felt something cold and metallic. You jumped off his lap before he could open his eyes and the object fell into his lap. Looking up, he saw that you were gone, and sitting in his lap, was a Hershey’s Kiss.
 He couldn’t help but chuckle. “Well played, Y/n. Well played.”

Crush~ Stuart Twombly X Reader

Warnings: Don’t think there’s any

A/N this turned out way different than expected…  *he looks so adorable here*

Summary: Stuart has a huge crush on you and it starts to get a little weird

some lines from the original imagine were used. 

*this imagine was inspired by @cafi-i* (please don’t be angry with me!)

Italics- Original sentences

Originally posted by balthaz4r

Week 1…

“Your next challenge is to create an app, the app with the most downloads wins the challenge, good luck!’ The voice of Mr.Chetty rang through the air as he gave away the next challenge.

teams were racing to find any piece of technology they could get their hands on, well..it looks like everyone else isn’t totally screwed.

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