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That’s My Girl

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Summary: Jensen breaks your plans for the evening and you are not happy about it.

Prompt: “That’s not a good enough reason to get married.”

Characters: Jensen x Reader

Requested: @arryn-nyx


“I can’t believe you’re bailing on me!”

“I promise I’ll make it up to you, Y/N!” Of course Jensen subjects you to his dazzling signature smile, the one that reminds you of kittens and rainbows and all of that corny shit.

He drags you in for an insanely tight hug as if that will make your moodiness disappear. Well, the joke’s on you because it’s starting to work.

Damn his perfect physique. How are you supposed to stay pissed when an attractive man who smells delicious is touching you?

You gather up enough super strength to shake those distracting thoughts away. That’s an exhausting problem that you’ll save for another day. As of today, there’s no way in hell that you’re letting him off the hook this time.

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Bubble Bath with Negan

For Ash’s 2k writing challenge! As you can probably guess by the title, I chose the bubble bath prompt. I hope you all enjoy reading it, and let me know what you think! Also, I’m not sure why on some, the “keep reading” thing isn’t visible. So if you can’t see it, just go to my blog. The full post is there. 😉

Summary: Negan has been stressed out lately, so you decide to give him a night of relaxation… ;)

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Swearing, Unprotected Sex.

Characters: Negan & You

Words: 1977

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Living at the sanctuary was usually great. Most everyone here got along pretty well, with the exception of a few ungrateful workers. As one of Negan’s wives, you had no right to complain. Life was pretty much as great as it could be, given the circumstances. Negan and the Saviors had found you in the woods one day, half out of your mind and very sick. They brought you back, gave you a place to stay, food, medicine, and well, exactly what it’s called. They gave you a sanctuary.

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✧ ( SHAMELESS SENTENCE STARTERS.

warning: triggers apply. adult language, sexual themes, violence, offensive subjects, offensive behaviors. please read & reblog with caution.

❛ And what exactly does “hooked up” mean? ❜
❛ It’s like a car wreck… you can’t not watch. ❜
❛ What’s that smell? It’s either vomit or fancy cheese. ❜
❛ There is no God. We’re all gonna die. ❜
❛ The hell? You’re supposed to negotiate! ❜
❛ If you’re looking for money, I don’t have any yet.  ❜
❛ How do you feel about metal splinters to the eye? ❜
❛ Are you up-to-date on your rabies shots? ❜
❛ I don’t like that you’re getting hurt on purpose to make money. ❜
❛ You’re kidding me? You’re actually serious about this shit? ❜
❛ You’re kinda growing on me. ❜
❛ Wanna see how fast I can unhook your bra? ❜
❛ You make my life a living hell and I want you out of here now. ❜
❛ Half of the world has penises, why do people get so upset about seeing them? ❜
❛ You’re nothing but a warm mouth to me. ❜
❛ I think I’m depressed. I’ve been feeling kind of funky lately. ❜
❛ I never said it was yours. You just wanted it to be. ❜
❛ Wouldn’t be the first time somebody’s disappointed me. ❜
❛ I don’t mean to be an asshole. It’s just… genetic. ❜
❛ Fuck you is what you were invited to. ❜
❛ I can’t even begin to imagine what kind of pussy you’d be in juvie. ❜
❛ I want normal people problems. Like, am I getting enough fiber? ❜
❛ Hey, I think I just insulted myself. ❜
❛ Hey! What the fuck man! He’s/she’s dead! ❜
❛ Oh, could you be a little more vague? ❜
❛ You came all the way down here to talk about my pubes? ❜
❛ How the fuck do you not have a gun? ❜
❛ Sure you’re ready to pop your armed robbery cherry? ❜
❛ You should have seen your face. ❜
❛ You don’t know who you messed with, bitch. ❜
❛ You fuck with the bull, you get an ass full of horns! ❜
❛ I’m not used to having people yell at me all day long. ❜
❛ I have this friend. I think you two might really hit it off. ❜
❛ I’ve seen you put out after the first drink. ❜
❛ You know, I’d hug you but neither of us would like that. ❜
❛ I don’t get why just don’t use her/his face for target practice. ❜
❛ I want a fucking lawyer motherfucker! ❜
❛ You’re covering your own ass and you know it. ❜
❛ You know I used a condom. ❜
❛ Do you know where I can buy a gun? ❜
❛ You think you scare me? Bring it, bitch! ❜
❛ I’m starting to get fucking homicidal. ❜
❛ I will make this kitchen my bitch. ❜
❛ They’re having a party for kids across the street. No booze. ❜
❛ A shrink at school says I’m one of God’s mistakes. ❜
❛ I believe the answer to that question, like the answer to most questions, is fuck you! ❜
❛ Did the two of us finish an entire gallon of box wine the other night? ❜
❛ I can’t handle anything up my ass without alcohol! ❜
❛ I’d be crying right now if I wasn’t so high. ❜
❛ I’m not my dad. You hear me? I’m not my fucking dad! ❜
❛ I would never do half the shit that you’ve done to us. Why are you even here? ❜
❛ Even the homeless get better stuff than us. ❜
❛ I am just as likely as anyone of this family to make something of myself. ❜
❛ You want to get shit faced in the middle of the day.  ❜
❛ You have no money yet you’re going into a grocery store. Interesting. ❜
❛ Let’s go get drunk and buy a gun. ❜
❛ It’s a shame when someone you love gets taken away, isn’t it? ❜
❛ If this is a relationship you wanna save, then you gotta fucking save it. ❜
❛ Off to deal drugs on a Saturday morning? ❜
❛ I’m probably biased, you deserve better than him. ❜
❛ If you don’t get out right now, I will shoot you. ❜
❛ Still don’t want your family to know? ❜
❛ Did I mention that I’m falling in love with you? ❜
❛ You can’t feel a persons headache by touching his head. ❜
❛ Are you robbing me with my own fucking gun? ❜
❛ How can you tell when you’re in love with someone? ❜
❛ Is that supposed to be some kind of insult? ❜
❛ I’m done living the way other people want me to live. ❜
❛ I think I was trying to prove something, not to you but to myself.  ❜
❛ If it wasn’t sex then what was the problem? ❜
❛ What do you want me to say? That I’m self-destructive? ❜
❛ Random destruction makes you think of me? ❜
❛ I haven’t abused marijuana like the rest of you, so yes I remember. ❜
❛ Your turf? What is this West Side Story? ❜
❛ All I’m gonna be thinking about while you choke me out is how much I love you. ❜
❛ If I don’t invest in myself, no one else will. ❜
❛ It smells worse than a dead hooker’s ass in there. ❜
❛ I don’t wanna be me anymore. ❜
❛ Why would anyone go to the zoo sober? ❜
❛ I’ve had so many abortions the next one is free. ❜
❛ I’d trade my left nut for one more hour of sleep. ❜
❛ How do you do that? The nice thing? ❜
❛ I’m sick of living in your shadow. ❜
❛ I never thought I’d say this but you were right. ❜
❛ Where can I get knives and blunts? ❜
❛ I can’t share a room with someone in constant state of arousal! ❜
❛ I’m sneaking antibiotics into his toothpaste just in case. ❜
❛ I got tasered for like a second and I crapped myself. ❜
❛ I’ve never seen you put on deodorant before. ❜
❛ I haven’t had a drink for two days…well granted I was unconscious. ❜
❛ I’ll be in the bushes across the street stalking you. ❜
❛ Is there anything more enjoyable on earth than humiliating your peers? ❜
❛ I need to buy a gun. For protection. In case there’s a shooting here. I’m scared. ❜
❛ It’s my job to tell you when you’re making a huge mistake. ❜
❛ Have you ever woken up naked in the street with no idea how you got there? ❜
❛ You’re either boning or you’re waiting to bone. ❜
❛ Doctors are thieves, they just have degrees to keep them out of jail. ❜
❛ You want me to be realistic? Okay, I’ll be realistic. ❜
❛ I confided in you and you told everyone. ❜
❛ I have no idea what that means but I’m enjoying trying to picture it. ❜
❛ I never made any fucking promises to you! ❜
Heart Spice (Derek/Stiles)

@sterekseason requested Stiles/Derek:  we were both lovers over a decade ago and now we meet again to battle it out on this cooking program. our rivalry is strong and just because the camera operator caught us making out in the pantry doesn’t mean i won’t defeat you with the power of truffle oil AU

For winning first prize in my Birthday Giveaway, Hannah gets two fics. This is the first one based on the prompt above. I hope you enjoy it! Fic #34 in my 2017 Prompt Challenge

Heart Spice. Derek/Stiles. Teen. Also on AO3.

When Stiles was twenty-two, he had his heart broken when Derek chose his career over their relationship. A little over ten years later, they meet again on the set of a reality TV cooking competition. Derek wants a second chance, but Stiles isn’t really in a forgiving mood.

“Glad you could make it, Stiles.” Cora nods at him, offering a friendly half-smile that’s the equivalent of a wide, toothy grin from anyone else. It’s a little surprising, and also a little suspicious because Cora usually isn’t smiley.

“I almost didn’t come,” Stiles admits. “Lydia forced me into the car and drove me here before I could, how did she put it, wimp out like a whiny dork.” Stiles rolls his eyes. “For the record, I wasn’t wimping out. I was just having second thoughts because of reasons.”

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I spent 3 and a half hours in the bath with a Lush golden egg bath bomb and it was the most heavenly and relaxing experience of my life but now I’m covered in glitter. Everything I touch becomes glittery. Mom has glitter on her pajamas and hasn’t been anywhere near me. This hotel will be trying for years to get the glitter out of their towels, bedding, carpet and grout. Any clothing that I put in this bag with the pajamas I’m wearing will come away dusted with trace amounts of gold glitter. If I ever commit a crime I’ll be caught and sentenced because the gold glitter found at the crime scene will match the samples taken from my skin. My life is glitter now. Glitter owns me.

But damn does my skin feel nice.

> my feet hurt
> my black carapace itches
> why is that lady’s head bigger than mine
> I wish Sanguinius was still alive
> stop worshiping my dad that’s weird
> why has all our tech gotten worse
> I wanted to play Half-life 3 on a new rig when it came out
> wtf are machine spirits that’s an OS
> I am not euphoric stop staying that
> how did you forget how to make grav bikes they were so sweet
> somebody get that pilgrim a tablet why is he dragging a scroll across the floor
> wtf are Tau
> why did my foster father name me Roboute Guilliman on a Space Roman world
> I could have been Trajanus Augustus
> tfw no imperium secundus

The Painful Wait. PART 1 (DarylxReader)

Hi guys! I got really bored and came up with this idea of a short Daryl story.


Y/N and Daryl have been close ever since the group took her in when they found her on a supply run. Daryl is extremely overprotective and when the group is attacked by a herd of walkers one night, Daryl gets on her last nerve when he locks her in a cell and refuses to let her help. They get into a huge fight and both of them say some hurtful things. Daryl goes out on a supply run by himself to clear his head, but takes longer than he said he’d be. Days go by and Y/N is a wreck. She can’t stop thinking about their fight and what could’ve been her possible last words to the man she trusts the most. 


(Set in the hiatus between seasons three and four )


Btw guys, requests are open if any of y'all want to dm me for fanfics/one shots/drabble✌🏼


Warnings- strong language, mentions of parental abuse, walker attacks and killings, kind of dirty thoughts and almost smut? mostly fluff & angst tbh

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I woke up. Again. Another night. Another nightmare. Sweat glazes over my brow and my chest is still heaving from the familiar feeling of being drowned. When it all happened… when everyone started to turn, my father didn’t see a way out. He thought it would be better for my sisters and I to die by his hand rather than those of the ‘ungodly undead’. He took me, my little sister Elise and my youngest sister Allie out to the river in our back yard, sat us down and had lunch with us. It was nice. But before I knew it, he had Elise and Allie’s heads under the water. They thrashed and struggled but only for a little while, before their movement halted completely. I was too shocked to move. He looked at me with a glare of madness and despair behind his eyes and lunged towards me. I almost got away the first time around, but he caught my ankle and dragged me backwards. While I was being dragged into the water, I grabbed the bread knife that Dad had brought outside with the rest of the picnic, and as he began to attempt to end my life, I waved the knife around above me in a blind panic until he released my neck and I heard a muffled yelp. I resurfaced and saw my father, helpless and bleeding. The knife had gone straight through his eye socket. 
So, what else could I do but run? I took the bread knife with me for defence against whatever was waiting for me on the outside. 
I lasted a pretty long time by myself. Maybe a year? I don’t know, I lost track of time. But that’s when starvation began to kick in. All the food in the stores had either expired or been stolen. I was the food.
And I sure as hell would’ve been if they hadn’t found me. 
Carl was the first to spot me. It was funny because he was the one who told the others to forget it. Rick and Michonne debated whether they should bring me back to wherever they were going. But amongst all of the debating and arguments, it was Daryl who finally gave in, and quite wisely uttered the words, “fuck it”, taking me in and essentially saving my life.
Ever since, I’ve been part of the family. Carol is like my mom. It’s refreshing, because I don’t remember my real mom all that well. Hershel helped clean me up after they brought me back and has recently been teaching me a load of medical stuff so I can help him out. He struggles, only having a leg and a half. Maggie and Beth support me when I break down. They understand because they’ve lost basically all of their family too. Rick taught me how to shoot and asked me the three all important questions. And Daryl? Daryl and I have been inseparable since.
Anyway, back to now.
Tears stream down my face and I try to get my heart rate back to its regular steady beat. Suddenly, I feel a presence at the door of my cell. It’s Beth, and a wave of comfort washes over me because I know she understands. She gets the nightmares too, you see. About her mom and the rest of her family.

“Hey… Hey, you’re alright…” She coos as she takes a seat on my bunk.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” I ask, wiping away my tears.

“I was already awake and then I heard you, thought I could be of some help. Even though…” she trails off.

“What?” My eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“I know who you really want here.” Beth smirks.

I roll my eyes and giggle a little, as I know exactly what she means. Beth has this fantastical theory that Daryl and I have feelings for each other. I mean, she’s not completely wrong. I’ve developed some feelings for Daryl, being around him 24/7. I haven’t told anyone, not even Beth.

“Shut up, you’re delusional.” I giggle.

“I can go get him if you like? In all seriousness. I know how close you two are and he might do a better job than me.” She offers.

I dwell on the idea for a moment, but I’m soon to deny Beth’s offer when I consider that Daryl had a long day and needs his sleep too. He and Rick barely made it back today.

“No… no, I’ll be okay, it’s unfair on him if he gets woken up because of me. I can’t constantly expect him to wait on me hand and foot every time I have a bad dream. Ain’t right. I’ll just go back to sleep, I’m pretty spent. Thanks anyway, I appreciate it.“ I smile politely.

She returns the smile and begins to walk away, but halts at the door and turns around.

“He likes you, you know. I see the way he looks at you. Haven’t seen anyone look at anybody like that since my Mama was alive. You should seriously talk to him.”

“Beth-”

“Please don’t deny it anymore, Y/N. I can see straight through the both of you.” She smirks and walks away. I fall back, my head hitting the cold pillow and I let out a long, exasperated sigh.

“Fuck.”

The next morning, I take a stroll around, grabbing some water and saying my hello’s to Carol, Maggie, Hershel and Glenn, who are all sitting around a table, taking a break.

“Mornin’ guys.” I yawn.

“You mean afternoon,” Hershel chuckles.

“Honey, mornin’ came and went.” Carol laughs sweetly.

“No sleep?” Glenn asks.

“Not a whole lot, Glenny boy.” I reply, rubbing my eyes.

Maggie laughs at my nickname for her lover and rests her head on his shoulder. Rick walks in, sweating and panting, laughing at god knows what. Probably something Michonne said. If Beth is expecting romance, she should expect it from those two, not Daryl and myself.

“Ah look, the dead has decided to rise.” Rick jokes.

“Nothing new there, then.” I retort.

“Well since you’re finally awake, you can go help Daryl keep watch.” The sound of Daryl’s name lifts my spirits up and a smile graces over my face.

“Gun?” I request.

“Tower.” Rick replies. I nod and follow his order, making my way over to the tower.

I reach the top after climbing countless stairs and see Daryl watching over the prison with his crossbow, pacing and waiting for someone- or something- to even try to make an attempt on us.

“Hey Hawkeye, you miss me?” I say, causing him to jump at first, but his tensed-up posture eases at the sound of my voice.

“You’re awake, thought I’d never see the day.” Daryl smirks.

“Shut your face, Dixon,” I laugh. “Barely got any sleep last night.”

“What? Why?”

“Oh, it’s nothing. Just another nightmare.” I tell him, knowing exactly what’s coming.

“Why didn’t you come and get me? Or at least come into my cell?” There it is.

“Daryl, you had a rough day yesterday and I wasn’t going to be selfish and wake you up.” I sigh.

“I don’t care, you know I give more shits about you than I do about me and-”

“Daryl!” I cut him off. “I’ll wake you up in future, but you barely made it back alive yesterday. You needed as much rest as possible. Plus, Beth was there, she spoke to me a little and then I went back to sleep, it’s no big deal.”

“I just worry about you, y'know?” Daryl sighs, looking at the ground and awkwardly shuffling his feet.

“And I’m so glad that I have you around.” I step towards him and lift his chin so his eyes meet mine. “But I’m a big girl and I can handle myself. Lord knows I did for a year. You just need to relax a little bit when it comes to me, alright?”

“Yeah, alright. I’m sorry.” He smiles lightly.

We stay stood in that very spot for what seems like endless moments.

Make a move, damnit! Make a move!

“Goddamn it, just bang already!” Beth’s voice yells up to us, breaking our concentration.

I clear my throat and step back, pussying out once again.

“So… Seen anything interesting?” I ask, hoping to God that he doesn’t dwell on Beth’s comments.

“Aside from you? Not a whole lot,” he laughs.

What the fuck, was that flirting? Did he just… don’t overthink it, idiot. It was probably nothing.

“You flatter me, Daryl Dixon, you really do.” I smile gently as a lean against the balcony next to my shotgun.

Daryl continues to look over the yards, watching the fences with his crossbow at the ready. Seeing him like this, so protective and strong… let’s just say I don’t have the cleanest of thoughts. His arms tense every single time he sees movement, making me bite my lip just to control myself from audibly groaning. I can only imagine it would feel to kiss him. How we’d start off slow, then really get into it. How I’d jump up and wrap my legs around his waist and he’d push me up against the wall and move his lips to my neck… sucking, biting as I entangle my fingers in his hair and tug on it because I’m so ridiculously turned on and he’d moan into the kiss… Oh my God, what am I doing? I hate to say it, but Beth’s right. I need to talk to him, because this ain’t healthy in the slightest.

“Hey Daryl?” I say.

“Yeah Darlin’?” He responds.

“Y'ever think about stuff?” I ask.

“I think about a lot of stuff, sugar. Gonna have to elaborate.” He replies, his eyes still locked on the ground.

“Just… I don’t know. Ignore me.” I chuckle.

Suddenly intrigued, Daryl turns his head towards me, a smirk ghosting across his lips.

“Come on now, you know I can’t ignore you if I tried.”

“Stuff like finding peace and whatever. Imagine what it’d be like to be finally happy with where you’re at. Like Glenn and Maggie. They’re happy.” I sigh, looking at the floor and twiddling my thumbs.

“You mean settlin’ down?” I look up and Daryl’s directly in front of me.

“Yeah. Somethin’ like that.” I grin.

Daryl and I patrol the tower for a few more hours, laughing, joking and talking about everything and nothing at the same time until Carl and Beth come to takeover.

Later on, in the evening, I take a book from the library and take it back to my cell, light some candles that Glenn bought back on a run, climb up to the top bunk and relax. I attempt to get comfortable, but the knots in my shoulders prevent me from such a luxury. I rub them slightly and hiss at the aching, just as Daryl walks past my door.

“You good?” He asks, clearly concerned.

“Yeah, it’s just my back, it’s killing me.” I groan.

Daryl wanders into my cell and jumps up onto the top bunk next to me.

“Turn around,” he instructs.

I do as he says and face away from him, taking a deep breath in, trying to stop myself from feeling so damn tense. All of the stress flies away when his calloused hands firmly rub my back and shoulders. I hum in satisfaction and euphoria, my muscles easing under his blissful touch.

“Fuck, that feels good,” I breathe out.

“The least I can do, sugar.” He chuckles.

Amidst the calming aroma of the candles and my mind finally calming itself down, I feel my hair being moved from over my left shoulder to down my back, followed by long, lingering kisses on the side of my neck.

“Daryl…” I moan in a whisper.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Daryl mumbles. “You’re all I think about, darlin’… you’re all I want.” He seductively whispers.

“Oh, fuck it.” I groan, turning around and slamming my lips into his, grabbing at his vest and tearing it off of his torso like a kid opening a gift on Christmas morning.

“God, I need you,” Daryl moans while his hands roam around my body. “We need to be quiet. That is, if you really want this?” He asks, breaking the feverish kiss momentarily to double check that I’m ready and sure.

I brush his hair out of his eyes, and kiss his forehead. “I literally don’t want anything else.”

Daryl’s lips find their way back to mine, and his hands rest at the small of my back, pulling me even closer to him as I straddle his lap.

However, the moment the tips of my fingers reach his belt buckle and he gets my shirt half way up my body, when we hear distressed yelling from downstairs.

“You hear that?” I ask worriedly.

“Walkers! Everyone! Walkers! There’s too many! They broke through!” Carl’s voice echoes through the halls, troubling everyone. The sound of rushing and panic already rings through the prison.
Daryl and I spring into action, leaping off of the top bunk and re-clothing. I blow out the candles and grab my gun, but to my dismay, I hear the dreaded sound of a lock and key. I spin around to see that Daryl has locked me in my cell, leaving me completely helpless.

“Daryl? Daryl, what the fuck! Let me out!” I shout after running up to the cell door and grabbing onto the bars.

“I ain’t risking you getting hurt, Y/N. You’re staying here, end of discussion.” He orders.

“Bullshit! Let me out right now, you son of a bitch!” I yell, shaking the door.

“You need to be quiet!” He snarls through gritted teeth.

“Daryl don’t do this… either you let me out or you stay in here with me. It’s both of us out there or neither. I can’t lose you.” I begin to sob.

“I have to go…” he murmurs, puts my cell’s key in his pocket and runs off to fight.

“Daryl! Daryl, stop! Fuck!” I scream, falling to my knees.

And that’s it. I’m alone. All alone. Not for long though, as I hear the horrifically familiar sound of the throaty moans of Walkers. I immediately rush to my gun and start shooting at the floor below, hitting every Walker that manages to make its way past the threshold. However, even though I manage to kill multiples of them, I run out of rounds and the shots have attracted many more towards me. With nothing sharp or long enough to do enough damage to the brain in my cell, I have no choice but to sit away from the barred door and press my back to the wall as the bloodthirsty undead reach hungrily for my uninfected flesh. I can’t even try to be brave, as if I get close to them, one of them could scratch me and that would be it for little old me.
Moments later, the growling and grunting comes to a sudden halt. I look up from my huddled form to find Rick kicking bodies away from my cell.

“The hell are you doin’ in here!?” Rick yells. Rage sets in as I remember the very reason I’ve been stuck in this god forsaken room while my family risked their lives.

“Ask fucking Daryl, he’s the one who locked me in!” I bellow.

“Goddamn it… where’s the key?”

“Daryl put it in his pocket.” I grumble, sitting on the bottom bunk, attempting to calm myself down so I don’t beat Daryl’s ass when I see him. After a few moments, I hear a key enter the lock of my cell door and anger takes over again until I realise that its in fact Maggie and not Daryl.

“Maggie, are you alright? Is everyone okay?” My rage is blindsided my frantic worry and panic.

“We all made it, we’re okay. Sasha got a little winded, but she’s good,” Maggie finally gets the door open. “Now, before you do anything rash-”

I cut her off mid-sentence by pushing past her and rushing to Daryl to have some damn words.

I spot him walking back up to the building with Glenn, and once more, my temper sets off, causing me to run at him with everything I have. I almost get to him before Rick and Michonne hold me back, preventing me from doing any damage.

“You fucker! How fucking could you!? You asshole, you made me sit and wait while everyone else could’ve been dying!” I shriek.

“I was protecting you!” He yells back in defence.

“Protecting me!? I don’t give a damn about me!”

“But I do!” Daryl cries out, my anger subsiding for a moment.

“Let me go.” I whisper to Michonne and Rick.

“You sure?” Rick asks.

“Do we need to stay close so you don’t go bat shit again?” Michonne offers. Normally I’d laugh, but she’s right.

“No. I won’t hurt him, we just need to talk.” I sigh.

The others begin to walk away, and I swear I hear Glenn make a remark wishing Daryl luck.

“What… what the fuck was that?” My voice is shaky because I’m trying so hard to keep back my frustration.

“I wasn’t about to let you get hurt, damn it!” Daryl exclaims.

“Not fucking cool, Dixon. I had every right to be out here with the rest of you, but you forced me to wait. I’m so sick of you being so damn overprotective. It’s suffocating.”

“Maybe if you weren’t so fucking reckless, I wouldn’t need to be!” He argues.

“Reckless? Are you fucking kidding me? Honestly, Daryl? I care about you, but sometimes I want to fucking shoot you.” I growl.

“Yeah? Do it. Go for it, tough guy.”

“Screw you, Dixon.” I hold back tears, both angry and heartbroken.

“You’re a damn child, y'know that? Juvenile, even.”

“Go to hell, asshole.” I scoff and storm back to the prison.

When I reach the doors, Beth is the first to rush over to me. I’d say Beth is my best friend. I love all of these guys with everything I have, but Beth is truly like my little sister.

“What happened?” Beth queries, obviously worried.

“I don’t… I can’t… please don’t make me talk about it,” I sob.

“Come on, let’s go to my room, you can stay in there tonight.” Beth kindly offers, followed by my appreciative acceptance.

The following morning, I get up early and help Hershel clean up some left over group members with some head wounds and some infected cuts, only after he asks if I’m okay. I just simply nod and tell him I’m over it, which is clearly a lie, but I can see that he doesn’t want to intrude.
When we’re finished up, I ask Rick if I can help out in anyway, but he just tells me to relax because ‘he’s never seen me so unhinged’. Mr Grimes ain’t one for sugar coating.
I return to my cell and pick up the book I fetched from the library last night and continue from where I stopped. And to think I stopped because of something that could’ve completely changed the course of today. My mind wanders back to last night, reminiscing about how his hands felt like electricity on my skin, how his lips were perfectly moulded to fit with mine, how warm he was… how safe he made me feel.
Carol appears at my doorway with a sweet smile and a cup of water in her hand.

“How ya doin’?” She asks and hands me the water.

“I’m alright, I guess. Just feelin’ kinda shitty after the whole thing with me and Daryl last night. Feel kinda bad about what I said to him. Told him to go hell.” I say, almost ashamed of myself.

“Sweetheart, if I know you and Daryl, and believe me I do, you’ll be just fine. You must’ve had good reason to say those things. And plus, he’ll get over it. It is Daryl after all. The man can’t hold a grudge.” She laughs.

“I guess so. I should probably talk to him, shouldn’t I?” I sigh.

“Damn straight. He’ll be back later, I’ll tell everyone to give you some alone time.”

“Wait… he’ll be back? Where did he go?” I ask.

“He went on a supply run. Said he needed to clear his thoughts.” Carol answers.

“Who’s he with?”

“He went by himself.”

The words echo through my mind like a train in a tunnel. How could anyone let him go by himself? Especially when he’s in this kind of state?

“I need to go out and find him. He can’t be alone right now, anything could happen, I have to go-”

“Y/N, calm down! Daryl is perfectly capable of handling himself. He’ll back back real soon. I promise.”

A part of me wants to believe Carol, it really does.
But the logical side of me doesn’t believe a damn word.

someone asked me about you yesterday.
if we had talked. if i had heard from you. if we had been okay.
your name sounded so out of place as it settled. i had forgotten the feeling in my chest the mention of you gave me until it slapped me in the face. my throat tightened up as i told them the air between us has stayed still. still and quiet.

i check on you from time to time. just to settle my anxiety. i try not to make a habit out of it. being reminded of someone who was once so prominent in my life, that has now disappeared, is a feeling i try to avoid. seeing you exist without me, feeling myself exist without you, makes me question if i cross your mind half as much as you do to me.

i convince myself that i’ve been okay, that i’ve been acting the same way before you left, coping the same way. but in little moments, i find myself realizing ‘happy’ isn’t something i feel like i know anymore. i’ve been settled in this constant state of sadness for so damn long i couldn’t even tell someone what it’s like to feel content with your world. i would laugh in someone’s face if they asked me if i was happy.
i wish i knew.
i wish i knew.

Snowbaz Feda- Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

“Twinkle twinkle little star!” Baz is almost whispering. His hand is cold in mine. He continues singing. He sounds exhausted.

“Like a diamond in the sky..” I’m astonished that he can keep this up so frequently. But it’s not like he uses his magic often.

I wouldn’t be surprised if he stores it up just for this. The lovestruck twat. I open my eyes, and it’s just as breath-taking as the first time.

“Space.” I breath. Baz is tired, his magic worn. I can tell. The spell is already fading. But he’s smiling. And he’s not too tired to kiss me on the top of the head.

He’s never too tired for that.

I miss magic. A lot. But Baz has been trying to help me. Penny too. Usually it’s the little things. But sometimes, Baz will do this for me. A reminder of the times when I was charged. When he sucked the life out of me and breathed it into the air around us. I’m grinning like mad. I pull Baz down into bed beside me, and play the role of the big spoon. I always liked having something to hug while I sleep.

“Thanks Baz.” I smile the words into his neck, burrowing my head behind his ear.

“Love you, Simon.” He responds, and I can tell he’s half asleep already. I pull a blanket up over the both of us, snuggling it up to my nose.

I miss magic sometimes, but what I got in return…It was worth the cost ten times over.


(A/N: honestly that moment when Baz and Simon cast twinkle twinkle little star in the middle of the night was so magical and sensational I can’t imagine a better thing to remind Simon how loved he is and how the magic is still living around him.)

I spent the majority of the last ~7 years wondering what the fuck was wrong with me. Everyone was always so obsessed with having crushes, being in a romantic relationship, and having sex. I didn’t get it. I couldn’t relate. I understood, at the time, it was generally something people were supposed to want? I always just told myself I was a’ late bloomer’ and I just didn’t like anyone at my school.

I played off any disinterest in sex as me keeping a promise to my mom about waiting until I finished high school.

My first boyfriend was at 17. He understood that I didn’t want sex and he said he wouldn’t pressure me. That he’d wait. He didn’t. He cheated on me. There are a lot of people like that. It’s okay to feel hurt by them, but don’t let them torment your life. The best way to move on from that is to cut them out of your life and start over.

I started hanging out with my friends more after that. I ended up accepting one of said close friends as a romantic partner. Things were bumpy. We broke up a couple times and got back together. Slowly we learned to communicate better. What we wanted. What we didn’t want. What we were comfortable with.

Including the first time we started dating, it’s been nearly six and a half years. Our current run through has been going on for over 3 solid years. We’re better. We’re happy together. We’re comfortable, and when we’re not, we talk about it. It’s not impossible to love someone or for them to love you. Sometimes you just have to test the waters for a bit before realizing what you want. Even if you’re uncomfortable being touched in any way (like me), there are people out there who are willing to love in any way that you’re comfortable with. If that means just hanging out, making stupid jokes, and occasionally going out in the world together, then so be it. It’s still very possible to be happy and comfortable with another person even if you’re aspec.

Why Don’t You Kiss Her? | M.C

Inspired by this song.

AN: I’ve been wanting to write something about this song for so many years. I find it so fucking beautiful and underrated. Maybe listen to it when you read it? I feel like it could be the perfect soundtrack in a film, oh my god. 

Originally posted by pikamikey

You and Michael had been best friends for the longest of time. Your personalities were so alike that it was like you shared one. There was nobody else who understood each of you like the other did. In fairytales, that’d make you destined for each other. 

You’d spent yet another weekend with your bestie, doing the goofy stuff you’d always done - played video games, watched movies, walked the dog, pigged out on takeouts, the usual. Now it was Sunday afternoon and you were on the sofa which turned into a bed which was supposed to be guests, but being lazy assholes who loved your comforts, you guys always opened it up. You were binge watching some show on Netflix as you snuggled next to him. Your legs were tangled as he held your torso close to him. This was totally normal, you both always got up in each other’s personal space because you were both clingy as fuck and totally tolerated the other person. 

Your mind was set on the show you were watching, but Michael’s was someplace else. He was concentrating on the beautiful soul he held in his arms, taking in your scent of your signature shampoo that lingered in your hair, noticing all the little details on your face and focusing on your expressions you bared as your attention sat with the TV. Everything about you was perfect, so perfect that it was as if a world famous artist had created the beauty that sat before Michael. 

You’re the best of friends. You share your secrets. You know everything that was on his mind; all except one thing, that is… your best friend was truly and utterly besotted with you. He was scared to admit it, but heck, maybe… just maybe… he loved you. But what he was certain on is that he really did have feelings for you. Whenever you were near, he had strong and prominent desire to never let you go. 

It had been going on for long enough; too long maybe. That’s when Michael began to internally converse with himself to decide what the fuck to do. 

Why don’t you kiss her? Why don’t you tell her? Why don’t you let her see the feelings that you hide?

Don’t be so stupid, he thought. He was so afraid to make the first move. Terrified, even. Because one touch could immediately cross the line. But would that even be such a bad thing? 

Would she just turn away? Or would she promise me that she’s here to stay?

Come on, Clifford, you dumbass, he mentally scolded. You can’t keep living like this. It’s been too long. You’re obviously not going to get over her that easily. If you don’t find out how she feels, you’ll never get over this. 'Cause she’ll never know if you never show the way you feel inside.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?” 

You looked up to pay the blonde beauty attention. Something about you looking so natural on a Sunday made you so beautiful. Of course, you were always beautiful in his eyes, but seeing the real you, the rawness of reality, it made his heart swell. 

His tongue felt as if it had twisted, his stomach feeling knotted and a lump grew in his throat. 

Say something, you fuckhead. Something, ANYTHING. 

Instead of finding the words, Michael stared in your eyes, which were waiting with curiosity with what he had to say. That’s when he went into autopilot. He leaned towards you and captured your bubblegum lips with his slightly roughened ones. Taken back by what had just happened, you froze in a daze. Unsure of what was going on, but a feeling you had never felt before - especially towards your best friend - overtook your body, signalling for you to comply with the actions. You began to kiss back, which somewhat shocked Michael. He was beginning to think he had ruined it. Destroyed the friendship of a lifetime. But you had proven him wrong. 

He pulled away but was too scared to look at you. He looked down to his lap. You weren’t sure why he was being so shy; it wasn’t normally his kind of behaviour around him. You lifted his chin to bring his minty green eyes to look at yours. 

“Hey, where did that come from?” you asked, half giggling. 

He let out an exasperated sigh. 

“I like you, Y/N… I like you a lot. I have for the longest of time…. Being your friend is without a doubt the best thing that’s ever happened to me…. I’ve been blessed with some incredible opportunities in my life, but the single most incredible thing to have happened is you walk into my life…. I’ve harboured these feelings for some time, always too scared to tell you… but being your best friend has caused those feelings to strengthen to the point where I can’t hide it anymore….” 

He looked down at your bewildered face. 

“I’m sorry…”

You brought his face closer to yours, just an inch away from your lips. 

“The only thing you should be sorry for is not telling me sooner.”

“Huh?”

“I had no idea until you just kissed me, but every atom in my body danced around with passion and excitement. I guess I’ve had feelings, too, without even knowing. Had you told me sooner, we’d probably be steps ahead of where we are now,” you giggled. 

A smile grew across his face with utter happiness. You closed the inch gap between your faces and pressed your lips against this, softly kissing him. There was a wave of euphoria that sparked around both of your bodies. He placed his hands on your face to control the kiss with more passion. Your fingers tangled in the silk of his hair, really letting your lips tell the story of the emotions that ran through your bloodstream. 

As you finally pulled away, he leaned his forehead against yours. His lips stretched upwards almost to his eyes with the ecstatic feelings he was feeling. 

“Be mine?” he asked sheepishly. 

“Always.” 

Masterlist: https://cliffocaine.tumblr.com/masterlist
(Shimmer) Free [Missing Year OQ]

Against all odds, including an irate Queen with a secret resentment for balls, a certain thief finally gets to have this dance. Sequel to Wallflower. 3k. [ffn | ao3]

Happy birthday (one day late) to my darling friend @repellomuggletum15, who can always be counted on to make me laugh, cry, or melt into goop (curse you and your writing!), and to berate me for my horrible taste in garbage TV shows. Love you, BEA.

And thank you @lillie-grey for the word prompt :)


Her gown was indigo blue, almost black when approached from a certain angle, depthless and dark as the lakes that surrounded her castle at night. The bodice was understated, its neckline borderline modest, her curves feeling soft instead of making their usual spectacle. The skirts fell, sweeping, to just grace the floor, so finely threaded with diamonds that Regina glittered blindingly at every turn, shards of starlight piercing through treetops to touch the water below.

She’d found it buried beneath years’ worth of other delicate, sparkling things, girlish things that no longer belonged to the woman she’d grown to be over time. It was hardly her first choice for a ball; in fact, if she’d had any choice in the matter at all, she would have never been caught dead in such a thing. As it was, she blamed Snow White for barging into her private quarters when she did, forcing Regina’s hand if only to avoid being asked yet again what was taking so long to get ready.

In her impatience to avoid Snow’s badgering, she hadn’t done much else to ready herself, scowling at her mirror only briefly in passing to see how wrong she looked, how young, without her boldly lined eyes and red-painted lips.

She’d even left her hair loose, gathered partially up in a way that made her feel half-undone already, before she stepped into the ballroom and felt her gaze moving against her will to land, most unerringly, on his.

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I Don’t Know What to Call This

Shawn Mendes 
Words ~ 500
Notes ~ Idk, a lot of stuff has been happening in me personal life (exams, disappointing boy troubles, stage crew stress because the big school production is coming up next month) and I haven’t really had time / wanted to write stuff. Basically, sorry if this is bad :) There was meant to be a second half for this, but I don’t feel like writing it at the moment / might carry it on later. 
Also, for context, Shawn = 16 years old, Alex = 15 years old

“Hey.” Shawn’s voice broke through the silent making me jump out my skin. My eyes didn’t move from the pages, although I found it hard to concentrate on the words as the mattress shifted beside me. Things fell quiet for a moment, but it wasn’t long until Shawn got bored.

“What you readin’?” I could hear the smirk in his words as he reached up and poked my cheek. I tried not to pay him any attention, not wanting him to feel like he had won, but he. wouldn’t. stop. poking. my. cheek.

Closing the book, I let out a long breathe before turning to the smiling boy next to me. He took the book out of my hand, giving the blurb a quick glance, “You don’t normally care about the books I’m reading.”

Not so carefully, Shawn threw the book to the end of the bed. And I was about the yell at him because how dare he do that to my precious book, but before I could Shawn had his arms wrapped around me, dragging me closer. I let out a surprised sound which made Shawn laugh.

“That’s the cutest sound I’ve ever heard.” His chest vibrated under my hands, and I couldn’t help but giggle along as he drew my head away from its hiding place between the crook of his neck and shoulder. His fingers brushed over my cheek before ghosting over my bottom lip, “You’re so beautiful.”

I didn’t know what to say. Even after three weeks of dating, I still wasn’t used to the constant compliments Shawn threw my way.

My speechlessness only made Shawn smile brighter. His hand moved to the back of my head, gently guiding my face closer until our lips met. I froze for a second, my hand clenching tighter onto his shirt, still not 100% used to the whole kissing my best friend thing. But with each pass of his lips on mine, I could feel myself relaxing.

Losing my death grip on his shirt, my hand moved to hip just so it would be out the way. Our noses bumped together as Shawn sought a better angle, but all it did was make me laugh. His lips never left mine though, resulting in our teeth hitting together clumsily.

A door slammed shut downstairs causing me to jump again. Shawn’s laughter barely covered the sound of John yelling at Dad about something stupid.

“You’re so jumpy.”

Rolling my eyes, I shoved his chest playfully, “Shut up.”

He pressed a kiss to my cheek before leaning over and grabbing the abandoned book, “Anyway, you going to tell me about this book you love so much.”

Sitting up, I’m sure I did a little bounce with excitement, “Okay, so it’s called Throne of Glass…”

Dreams and Nightmares Part 1 (Jason Todd X Reader)

Request: None, just felt like doing it.

Pairing: Reader x Jason Todd

Warnings:  swearing

A/N:(Part 2), (Part 3), (Part 4) ,(Part 5) , (Part 6), This is actually my first time so yeah it won’t be so good.


It was another lonely and quiet night in your trashed apartment. Ever since, you would rarely go out unless for important needs and of course crime fighting. It has been 5 years and yet you still are grieving feeling a weight on top of your chest waiting for it to be removed. It was the same day the love of your life, your other half had passed away with no warnings.  The day Jason Todd died.


“Come on, I have no clothes because of this.” you say to yourself angrily. Sometimes you feel like you are such a klutz and a disappointment to everyone. You think that, while you scrub your clothes and once you are done they are clean and look as if you had just purchased them. You felt a little pride sink in until your negative comments washed it away. You check the time noticing it was 8:00 am.

“Fuck, I am going to be late for work.” you said while getting your thing and getting in your car. You were a business woman and didn’t need to listen to anyone. Why? Because you owned that company that’s why. You named it after you, [L/N] company. This company worked with books and comic books all of the famous authors and comic writers were there. You were successful.

“No, I’m not” You say to yourself wanting you to stop thinking this way. That you aren’t successful and not even a bit lucky. You never believed in luck. You have now reached your workplace. You went to the restroom to check yourself and of course you were a mess while other said you were gorgeous with your sparkling [E/C] eyes, your rich, thick [H/C] hair, your flawless [S/C] skin, your curvy body, your smart mind, and you were filthy rich. “Everything in one package” at least that is what everyone says but you still can’t believe it. As you tie up your very thick [H/C] hair in a bun and get out of the restroom you remember the nightmare you had just had last night although you were so focused on cleaning your clothes you hadn’t realized how awful it was. Now is not the time. You think to yourself while walking to your office. You glance on your watch, 8:30. You were late for the meeting and of course everyone knows it is not the best way to represent yourself that way. You enter your office noticing you had a meeting with 4 famous authors. And their names were Elizabeth Sutherland, James Kyle, Isabelle Redwood, Adam Solace. It was such an honor and you were in shock, they were all here in your office having a conversation not noticing you watching in awe. Until they stopped and saw you.

“Hello, Ms.[L/N]” Adam said offering a handshake. you were so excited all your words were mixing up speaking gibberish in your mind. This is actually the first time you have been this excited ever since Jason…. You excepted and shook your hands.

“Hello Mr. Solace, it is such an honor to meet you all. I am so sorry for the tardiness it is not me to b-”

“It is fine Ms.[L/N] everyone is late sometimes, and a pleasure to meet you too,” Isabelle said cutting you off “I heard that your company is very successful.”

“Thank you Mrs. Redwood.” You say while shaking her hand.

“Call me Isabelle.” She replied. And you did a simple nod while shaking Elizabeth and James.


The meeting had just finished and it had turned out well. These 4 most famous authors were willing to let you publish their books for 3 million each. 4x3=12 so you would have 12 million dollars not bad. It could help your company a lot. Well that was all you had to do so you check your employees to make sure everything is in order. It is 1:00 one of the longest meetings you have ever had. You get in your car and drive back home rethinking about that last nightmare you had last night. It was the night he died but it was so much worse. As he is dead in your arms he is blaming you for letting him die. That it was all your fault and in reality, it was also true. If you were goddamn faster, you may have gotten there in time before the bomb exploded. Hell, maybe even before he was beaten up. If only….


As you enter that same old trashy house you never bother to clean you noticed there has been some insect problems. Flies and spiders were everywhere leaving webs and god knows other things. You drop you bags and rush to the bathroom to get your insect killer spray. You spray all over the place.

“That’s it I have to seriously fucking clean this place.” You said annoyed with all this trash. as you clean up you find things you don’t even use for example a scrub with a long stick attached to it. You bought this a long time ago thinking it would be useful but never used it. You keep on finding thing that aren’t useful until you find a picture. Not just any picture, a picture of you and him. You and Jason. He was so young and so were you, you both were young but in love. You could see that both of you were looking at each other in the eyes. You looking in his beautiful blue eyes and him looking in your [E/C] eyes. As you had it in your hands you started to weep painfully feeling that weight you felt on your chest becoming even more heavier.

“Why? Why couldn’t it have been me instead of him? Why?” You ask yourself weeping and not being able to control all your emotions. It was all your damn fault. Because of you he died. You kept on blaming yourself until you fell asleep on your clean floor. you woke up wet from your tears. It was night time and your time to change to your superhero costume and watch over Gotham. You put you mask on and untied your hair and you were [S/N]. And of course, your costume had to be dark to blend in with the night. As you exit from your window looking behind seeing your apartment finally in years clean. You jump from building to building checking to see if there were any bad guys until you heard a scream. Well this calls for [S/N]. You go towards the place where the screaming was coming from. And of course, the classic robber stealing a woman’s purse. Right when you were going to go down there and save them, a person jumped down and kicked the robber’s ass. That person was a male and had a red helmet with a jacket and a belt that had guns attached. You watched as you saw him give the purse back to the woman. You jumped down next to him.

“I could have done that myself. Who are you?” You asked in a cold tone.

“Yeah right, if you could you would’ve been there before I did. The name is Red Hood.” He replies as he disappears into the shadows.

Don't Get Caught

E.D.

Warning: Dark and triggering themes, abuse.

Summary: Worry is all you feel when Ethan leaves for his “missions”.

I sat on the bed, studying vigorously. If there’s anything that can get my mind off of the fact that Ethan had a job again tonight, it’s homework. I hate it, but I’m too concentrated to think of anything else, and truthfully, ever so often my mind drifts and I’m left looking at the clock on the bedside. I can feel my anxiety build up, and then, I find it hard to breathe, my mind racing with thoughts I don’t like. I squeeze my eyes shut, desperate to think of anything else.

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I tend to do little mini-imagines with requests like these so thats what this will be but if you want a more specific imagine just let me know:)

GETTING THE BOYS READY TO GO OUT:
“Why are you being so damn difficult?!” You half laughed at Dan as he searched for a black shirt. “You’ve got twenty five black shirt, Daniel!”
“Y/N, it’s not the same. I’m looking for a specific black shirt.” He huffed and then proceeded to describe the exact shirt you had on. Phil showed up being you and shrugged, seeming happy to have solved the problem as he called you out.
“You mean the one Y/N has on?”
“You absolute piece of shit.” You rolled your eyes.
“Why do you have my shirt on?” Dan stood up, towering over you. You’d never been more intimidated by him in your life. Granted, you still weren’t that intimidated.
“I’ll take it off! Jeez Louise.” He didn’t stop nagging all the way to your room.
“You knew I was looking for that exact one!”
“Dan you have so many of them, how was I supposed to know?”

HAVING DINNER:
“I think I’ll have some rice and veggies.” You closed the cabinet, pulling out the rice.
“Are you making dinner?” Phil asked.
“Yes, dinner for one.“
“Excuse me, rude.” Dan walked into the kitchen, snapping his fingers in a ‘Z-formation’ as he did a lot, surprisingly.
“I’m not your damn maid.”
“Sure you’re not.” Phil teased.
You sighed, knowing there’d be no way they’d let it go for the next week and a half if you didn’t make something for dinner. “You guys want to make a pizza?” They both cheered like children. “I want pineapple on mine.” You smiled, your back was to them and you heard Dan sigh for 30 seconds straight.
“You disgust me, you filthy human being.”


VLOGGING
“Y/N!!!” Phil called, running into your room. “Wake up!”
“Phil!” You groaned loudly throwing one of the many pillows on your bed in his general direction, as you didn’t want to open your eyes. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“A Day in the Life!” He chirped.
“What’s the time?”
“Eight-ish.”
“Today is not the day, man.”
“Sure it is! Come on, sleepy head.”
“Get out, please!”
“Why are you guys yelling?!” Dan was in his underwear, shuffling into the room.
“Let me sleep!!!” You were seriously begging at that point. Phil pounded on the end of your bed with his free hand, Dan decided it would be a good decision for himself to join.
“Get up!” They both yelled.
You started screeching at the top of your lungs, thrown ng a tantrum before you sat up. “Let me get dressed.


A/N: Just kinda boring daily things but I think they’re cute.

Chamber of Secrets - Part 5

Originally posted by collisionofdcandmarvel


Pairing: Bucky x Reader (eventually)

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: I’m sorry this one took so long to post, today is the last day of finals and I’M FINALLY FREE! Also, my internet was being a bitch, I can’t even open tumblr for the past few days. This one is a little bit short but I promise the next part won’t take this long :)

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WAKANDA

Steve Rogers stood silently in front of his best friend. A million things were running inside his brain, some were not nice things. He was sad, devastated, desperate, angry and all of those emotions mixed into one. He had never been this anxious in his life and with the little control that he has, it was driving him near insanity.

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Welcome to London {Joe Sugg X Reader Imagine}

Warnings: smut. 

A/N: Hope you enjoy, my lovelies. xoxo - Grace

Y/N’s POV

My parents weren’t too keen on me moving half way across the world to go to school in London, but here I was, bewildered at the new city and the opportunity to completely change my life. Growing up in a small town in Kansas has its upsides, but it wasn’t the place I wanted to make my life. London had been my dream city for as long as I could remember, and I was finally here.

I couldn’t contain my giddiness as I unlock my apartment door. Most of my larger belongings, such as my couch and bed, had already been shipped out and were waiting to be put in their proper places, but the rest of my belongings wouldn’t make it for a few more days. Luckily, I had a small suitcase packed that I could live out of for awhile. I walk across the apartment to look out the balcony door. The view was absolutely breathtaking; all the beautiful city lights could be seen as it was around 9 PM. I was completely awake, considering it would be around mid-afternoon back home. After texting my mother, I heard my stomach growl, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten a full meal in about 12 hours. Deciding to stick with something familiar, I search for the nearest McDonald’s.


After filling my belly, I decide to make a must-needed stop at a Tesco to pick up some groceries. I grab a trolley and begin filling it with the necessities: bread, eggs, etc. By the time I get back to the apartment, it’s nearly 11 PM. I take this time to explore the apartment since I hadn’t gotten the chance to yet. I make my way down the hallway and peek into each room. What would be my new office was empty except for the desk that had been shipped out earlier. Across the hall is my bedroom. I’m delighted to find my queen size bed already set up, with the bag of sheets and blankets sitting next to it. Diving onto the bed, I couldn’t contain my giggles and excitement. After making my bed, I pull out my laptop to watch a few movies and hopefully lull myself to sleep so I could adjust to the time change. After watching three movies, I fall asleep to the ending soundtrack of The Breakfast Club and my excited thoughts of what was to come.


When I wake up, the sun is already shining through my window. I look at my phone to see that it’s 11 AM and I have a missed call from my mother. I text her back, letting her know I’m safe and loving London so far. At about noon, I force myself out of bed, determined to get rid of this jet lag. After fixing myself a peanut butter sandwich, I step out on the balcony to enjoy the crisp autumn air. Less than an hour later, I was pulled out of my daydreams by the sound of a nearby voice. Looking to my left, I see a boy standing on the neighboring balcony. He hadn’t seen me yet, but he continued to talk, even though he was the only one out there.

“Look at this view, isn’t it beautiful?” I heard him ask. I assume maybe he had noticed I was sitting on the other balcony and was asking me, so I answered, “Yes, it’s absolutely breathtaking.”

He seemed utterly shocked to have received an answer. I giggled as he searches around him for the unknown voice. When he spots me, I wave towards him sheepishly.

“Hi there,” I say awkwardly.

“Oh hello, you nearly gave me a heart attack… I wasn’t expecting anyone to be out here,” he replies, his face turning a little red.

“Then who were you talking to?” I ask suspiciously.

“Oh, I was starting my vlog; I’m a YouTuber,” he answers, holding up his little black camera.

“Oh, that’s cool,” you reply, not really knowing what else to say.

“Yeah… I’m Joe by the way, Joe Sugg.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Joe. I’m Y/F/N.”

Joe and I continue to talk a bit more. Apparently the apartment he was in actually belongs to his friend, Caspar. I tell him that I’m just moving into my apartment, and he offers to help me move my things once they arrive. I thank him, grateful that he had offered because I was starting to wonder how I would do it on my own. While we were in the middle of our conversation, another boy steps out onto his balcony.

“Ah, Caspar, this is your new neighbor, Y/N,” Joe says to him.

“Hi,” I wave once again.  

“Hello, Y/N. It’s nice to meet you. I hope you’re okay with constant loud parties next door,” he says with a dorky smile.

“Really?” I ask, my smile dropping.

“No I’m just kidding, but if we ever do have a party here, you’re welcome to join,” he replies with a wink.

I laugh at his straightforwardness and reply, “We’ll see…”

“I like her; she doesn’t completely reject my flirting,” Caspar says.

“Don’t get your hopes up, mate; she said maybe, not yes.” Joe chuckles.

“Well boys, it’s been a pleasure meeting you, but I think I’m going to go explore the city, so I’ll see you around,” I say.

“Wait! Before you go, let me give you my number in case you need anything,” Joe says.

I type his contact into my phone and say goodbye once again. Who would’ve thought I’d make my first London friends without even leaving my apartment?


Joe’s POV

“Caspar, you lucky bloke! I wish I could have a neighbor that gorgeous,” I say once we return inside.

Caspar merely chuckles and starts chanting “someone’s got a crush.”

“I do not! Shut up, she might hear you,” I whisper yell at him as I hit his arm.

He just continues to chuckle at me in my flustered state. To be honest, I maybe did have a little crush on Y/N, but I mean, she’s absolutely beautiful. Hopefully I’ll be able to get to know her a bit better…


Later that evening, I was still around Caspar’s flat with a few of the other boys when I got an unfamiliar call. Assuming it was a prank call, I answered it in one of my goofy voices.

“What do you want?” I say in my Peter Griffin voice.

“Oh, I think I have the wrong number… I was looking for a Joe Sugg” a girl replies, sounding a bit flustered.

“Oh, is this Y/N? Sorry, I thought it was a prank call so I answered in my Peter Griffin voice,” I answered sincerely.

“Ah, it was a great impression.”

“Thank you. So, what did you need?”

“Oh right, so, I was out walking around the city, and, well you see, I think I might of gotten a little lost?”

“Oh my god, are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine, I just don’t know where I am or how to get back to my flat.”

“Hey, don’t worry, I’ll try and find you. Look around, is there anything that might give you a clue as to where you’re at?”

“Um… there’s a place called ‘Nando’s’ across the street—“

“–oh, I know where that’s at. I’m on my way now.”

“Thank you so much, Joe.”

“It’s not a problem, Y/N. I’ll see you soon.”


Y/N’s POV

About ten minutes after I called Joe, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around, engulfing Joe in a hug, so happy to see him.

“Oh my gosh! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I was beginning to think I would be lost forever,” I say as I cling to Joe.

“Like I said, it’s not a problem, Y/N,” he says as he pulls out of the hug, although I wish he hadn’t.

“How about this; since you came to my rescue, let me buy you dinner tonight?” I ask.

“But what kind of a gentleman would I be if I let the lady pay for dinner?”

“Well then, how else am I supposed to repay you for helping me?”

“I’m sure you’ll find some way.”

“Fine… you win this one, but I will find a way to make it up to you.”

“Don’t worry about it, love. Shall we go in and eat?”

“We shall.”


After stuffing our bellies with Nando’s, Joe and I venture back out into the chilly evening air. Joe must have noticed me shiver because he offers me his jacket, which I gladly accept. As we walk down the sidewalks of London, we get to know each other better, and before I know it, we’ve arrived at my apartment building.

“Would you like to come over to Caspar’s flat for a bit to meet the rest of the boys?” he asks as we take the lift to my floor.

“I’d love to, considering I have nothing to do at my own place,” I reply.

“Great, but I have to warn you, the boys can be a bit overwhelming…” he trails off as he opens Caspar’s door.

The second we walked in, Caspar greets us. “Joe! New neighbor girl!”

“Hi Caspar,” I giggle.

“Guys, this is Y/N, Caspar’s new neighbor. Y/N, this is Oli, Jack, Conor, Mikey, and Josh,” Joe introduces me to everyone.

We all exchanged greetings as Joe leads me over to the couch to sit down next to him.

“So how did you meet these two wankers?” I think it was Jack who asked.

“Well, I was just sitting out on my balcony earlier today, enjoying the view, when Joe came out on his balcony and started talking to himself,” I giggle. The boys erupt in laughter at that as Joe’s face reddens.

“That’s not quite how I remember it happening, but whatever,” Joe replies.

It was now around 9:30 PM and Caspar brings out a few drinks.

“You’re legal, right, Y/N?” Josh asks.

“Yes I’m legal, I’m 24,” I reply, “25 in December.”

“What do you say we hit the clubs soon?” Conor asks.

“You up for it, Y/N?” Joe asks.

“Hell yes, but I need to go change first,” I answer.

“Well then go get ready, so we can partayyy!” Caspar yells.

I giggle and head over to my apartment hoping I have an outfit for the club in my suitcase. Luckily, I packed my little black dress in case of emergencies.

About thirty minutes later, I hear a knock on my door as I’m doing my finishing touches.

“Hurry up, Y/N!” I hear the boys shout.

“I’m almost done, just be patient,” I shout back.

When I open the door, I look up to see all the boys staring at me with their mouths open.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” I say with a smirk.

Right after I say this I hear a camera click. I look over to Conor who has an innocent look on his face.

“You said to take a picture…” he replied.

We all busted up laughing and headed to the club. I stood in between Joe and Caspar, enjoying their company as we walked. We arrive at the club a few moments later, and Joe offered to go get me a drink.

“Stop buying my stuff, it’s not fair, I want to be nice, too,” I say to him with a pouty face.

“Sorry, love, I’m just a nice person I guess.”

“Well, nice guy, come dance with me,” I say, pulling him to the dance floor. He laughs as I pulled him through the chaotic crowd.


We dance the night away and by the time we got back to Caspar’s, it’s around 1 AM and we were all quite drunk. We mutually decided that everyone would stay there so we wouldn’t have to go through the hassle of calling an uber at this ungodly hour. We figure out the sleeping arrangements among Caspar’s flat and my flat. Caspar would share his bed with Josh; Jack and Conor would share Caspar’s guest bed; Oli would take Caspar’s couch; Mikey would take my couch; and Joe could crash with me. Joe protested at first, saying he would sleep on the floor, but I assured him it was fine. I honestly would rather have a cuddle buddy than sleep alone.  

By the time we got everyone situated, it was nearly 2 AM. I stumbled into my room with Joe in tow. Reaching into my suitcase, I pulled out an old t-shirt to sleep in.

“Close your eyes, I’m just going to change in here really quick,” I tell Joe. When I don’t hear a response, I turn around to see Joe already in the bed with his eyes closed. I quickly stripped out of my dress to put the t-shirt on, when I heard Joe’s voice.

“Mm, I like what I see,” I hear him say.

I turn around after I pulled the shirt over my head to see him staring at me.

“Hey! I told you to close your eyes,” I whisper yell at him.

He just chuckles at me and says “sorry, I just couldn’t resist.”

“It’s not very nice,”

“Hey, come here. I’m sorry, I won’t do it ever again.”

I chuckle at our drunken states as he pulls me down onto the bed in his arms.

“You’re funny, you know that?” I giggle.

“You’re cute, you know that?” he replies.

“You’re adorable.”

“You’re gorgeous.”

“Okay, but seriously, thank you, Joe. I had so much fun tonight,” I say as I kiss his cheek.

“The pleasure is mine, love,” he says as he leans in. Our lips meet and I can’t help but smile.

“Goodnight, Joe.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”


I wake up the next morning in a blissful state, cuddled up to Joe’s side. Hangovers don’t typically affect me like they do others, so I don’t really dread waking up the day after a fun night. I struggle as I climb out of Joe’s arms to get to my bathroom. Once I’m done in there, I walk out  to the living room to see Mikey passed out. I tiptoe out the door and into Caspar’s apartment to see Oli sitting on the couch on his phone.

“Hey, Oli,” I smile.

“Hey Y/N, how are you doing?”

“Good, just figured the boys would want some breakfast when they wake up so I thought I’d come over here and start cooking.”

“Oh Y/N, you’re so kind, you don’t have to go to the trouble.”

“It’s fine, honestly, I love cooking.”

“At least let me help you.”

By the time we’re done cooking, we have enough cheesy eggs, bacon, and pancakes to feed an army. Caspar, Josh, Conor, and Mikey eventually followed the smell of food into the kitchen, but Jack and Joe were still passed out.

“Can’t we just eat without them?” Conor asks.

“Nope, but we can have some fun waking them up,” I reply, “you guys go wake Jack, I’ve got Joe, okay?”

We split up and I walk back into my apartment to wake Joe. I walk in my room and see Joe sprawled out on my bed, still passed out. I quickly take a picture of him, because he looks adorable cuddled up in the blankets. After saying his name a few times, I realize I’m going to have to step it up a notch if I want to wake him up. I step up on the bed and start jumping up and down around him, shouting his name. It definitely wakes him up but he catches me off guard by hooking my foot and pulling me down into his arms.

“It’s too early,” he whines.

“Aw, is the poor baby sleepy?” I ask.

“Yes, now let me sleep.”

“Fine then, I’ll just let the boys eat your food.”

“What food?” he asks, seeming interested.

“I made breakfast.”

“Fine, I’ll get up, but only because there’s food.”

I smile and pull his arm until we reach Caspar’s flat.

We eat breakfast and hang out at Caspar’s for a few more hours until I get a text from my moving company that the truck with my things will arrive that evening.

“Oh my gosh, yay! My stuff is going to be here tonight!” I yell.

“That’s great! I’ll be here to help,” Joe says.

“I’ll help, too,” Caspar adds.                


By the time the moving truck gets here, it’s 5 PM. We unload everything and pile it into the lift. By 7 PM, we have everything upstairs, and now I just had to organize and put things away which I kindly tell the boys I can handle. Caspar leaves, but Joe insists on staying, telling me he can order us a pizza and find things to help me with. At 9 PM, we’re nearly finished when Joe asks to stay the night again.

“It’s getting late and I’m already here; do you mind if I stay crash here again?”

“It’s perfectly fine, Joe. I think I’m done with unpacking for the night though. Do you want to watch a movie?”

“Sounds great, love.”

We get comfortable in my bed with the computer settled in between us. We can’t decide on a movie to watch, so instead we just binge watch a couple of episodes of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. The whole time, Joe and I would subconsciously scoot closer together. It got to the point where I was sat in-between his legs with his arms wrapped tightly around me. After the third episode ends, I look back at Joe.

“Do you want to do something else? I’m kinda bored of watching TV, but I’m not very tired.”

“Yeah, me too. What do you have in mind?”

“We could play a game,” you suggest.

“Sure, how about truth or dare?”

“Ooh, I love that game”

“Okay, truth or dare?” he asks.

“I didn’t say you could go first… but truth.”

“Hm, what was your first thought when you met me?”

“Well at first, I thought you were some psycho dude who talks to himself, but after I got to know you, I realized how sweet and adorable you are.”

“Aw, you think I’m adorable,” he replies with a little smirk.

“Yeah, yeah, truth or dare, Sugg?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to go out on the balcony and scream ‘Jaspar is real.’”

“Oh blimey, I shouldn’t have ever told you about that ship,” he whines.

“Hey, a dare is a dare.”

“Fine,” he grumbles as we get up and he follows me out to the balcony.

“Hurry up, it’s cold out here.”

He glares at me, and then as fast as he can, he screams the phrase so it comes out as gibberish.

“Hey that’s not fair!”

“Oh and why is that? I did the dare,” he replies smugly.

I glare at him and chase him inside when he tries to run. When I follow him around the corner, her surprises me by turning around and picking me up to spin me around.

“Put me down!” I yell.

“Make me,” he replies with a smirk as he carries me back to my  room.

“Truth or dare, love?”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Dare.”

He throws me on the bed and starts to crawl up towards my face.

“I dare you to kiss me,” he says simply.

I grab his face and fill the empty space between us. He pulls my head closer to deepen the kiss. Before it gets too heated, he pulls away, and says, “Your turn.”

“Truth or dare?” I say, nearly out of breath.

“Dare,” he growls lowly.

I look into his eyes, barely above a whisper, “Fuck me.”

Not even a second passes before his lips are attacking mine again. He pulls away momentarily to remove his shirt. I marvel at the newly exposed skin as he slips his hands under my shirt to remove mine as well. His hands reach for my breasts as he reattaches our lips. I let out a small moan as he begins to kiss down my jaw, down to the valley between my breasts,  lower and lower until he was kneeling between my legs.  He slowly runs his hands up and down my legs and peels back my leggings and underwear.

“My god, you’re perfect,” he says as he kisses around my hips and thighs.

“Please, Joe… do something,” I plead.

“What do you want me to do, love?” he asks as he leans down and blows across my sensitive skin.

I shiver at the sudden rush of cool air on my soaked core. “Anything, please, Joe; I need you.”

With that, he immediately attaches his lips to my clit and begins to suck. I gasp at the sensation and reach down for his hair to pull him closer. He moans on me and I feel the vibrations throughout my body. I’m so close to my high but before I can reach it, Joe pulls away.

“Hey!” I shout as he crawls off the bed to remove the rest of his clothing.

“Shh, baby… as much as I’d love for you to cum on my mouth, right now I just want you to cum with me inside you.”

He crawls back up my body, showering me in sloppy kisses along the way. I let out a moan when he reaches a certain spot on my neck. He notices and sucks a deep purple mark there.  I whimper at the loss of contact when he stands up on his knees to put on the condom. When I see his member, I gulp. He wasn’t necessarily thick, but he was long.

“You ready, love?” he asks as he situates my hips on the bed.

“God, yes!”

He slowly slides into me to let me adjust to his length. Once I’m comfortable, he just barely pulls out of me and slams back in with full force. I let out a shriek as I clench around him.

“Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good… so tight.”

He pounds into me repeatedly and the pain soon turns to pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Joe,” I moan.  

He surprises me when he flips us over, so I’m now straddling him.

“Ride me, baby,” he says with a smirk.

I mimic his smirk as I roll my hips on him at a slow, torturing pace.

“God, you’re going to be the death of me, Y/N,” he says as he plants his feet flat on the mattress.

My gasp turns into a loud moan as he thrusts up into me, gripping my ass to hold me in place. His thrusts continue and he hits that certain spot inside of me and I let out a shriek.

“Fuck, Joe, I’m gonna come!” I yelp. He pushes me over the edge when he reaches down with his thumb to rub tight circles on my clit. We both moan out as we climax together. I collapse onto his chest trying to catch my breath.

“God, Y/N, that was amazing,” he says as he pulls me off his hips to lie beside him.

“Mhm,” I mumble tiredly as I cuddle into his side, still shaking a bit from the aftershocks of my climax.

“Are you okay?” he asks concerned.

“Yes, god yes! That was one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had,” I answer.  

 After we calmed down a bit, we cleaned ourselves up and lied down under the covers. Joe pulled me close and began tracing circles on my back.

“Y/N, I really like you and I kinda wanna see where this could go… what do you think?” he asks nervously.

“I like you too, Joe, and I’d love to see where this goes,” I reply. He smiles down at me and pecks my lips one last time.  

“Goodnight, love,” he says, barely above a whisper.

“Goodnight, Joe.”

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