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Close as Strangers

Close as Strangers: Chapter One

You were happy it was your last year of school. That was until you had to start tutoring your old best friend, Jeon Jungkook. Otherwise known as “Mr. Popular.” 

Word count: 5.6k

Genre: High School au, angst

This was my 5sos story I started on Wattpad but I wanted to do a BTS version.

{Playlist} Parts: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven |eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve


It was August 20th, the first day of senior year. You were pretty excited, you honestly felt this was going to be a great year. You guess you were also happy this was the last year of high school. You got up and turned off your alarm. Your phone read, 7:15. You’d only lived a couple of  minutes away from school, so you could afford to sleep in a little more.

You got up and grabbed your uniform out of your closet. Yet another reason to be excited about this school year, you only had to wear this god awful thing one more year. You got dressed and went to the bathroom, going through your morning routine. Once you were done and ready you grabbed your backpack and headed downstairs. You went into the kitchen and saw your mom and dad eating breakfast.

Your dad looked up from the paper, “Y/N, look at you. You’re up before noon, how does that feel,” his smile was contagious.

“Forced,” You smiled.  

He laughed and went back to his paper. “Y/N,” your mom spoke.

“Yes ma'am?”

She walked over to the table handing you two paper sacks. “Your and Yoongi’s lunch for today.”

You smiled and looked up at her, “Thanks Mom.”

“Sure,” she spoke as she sat down at the table. You’d started to eat some toast that was on the table when Yoogi rushed in.

“Sorry I’m late,” Yoongi shouted from the hallway as he came into the kitchen.

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With All My Heart - Part 2

Word Count: 2225

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Slight panic attack

A/N: Again, there will be no tags for this series other than my Jensen tags which are closed. All new fics and only new fics will be reblogged over on my writing blog @torn-and-frayed-writes for easier access. Please do not ask to be tagged. 

Thanks to @impalaimagining for beta-ing this for me super fast at 1:30am! 

With All My Heart Masterlist


Running out on Jensen was one of the dumbest things you’d done in your life. You didn’t quite know why you did it and you’d spent almost every waking moment over the last week curled up on your couch trying to figure it out. He’d been nothing but kind to you, staying with you, driving you home, offering to get your car. You’d stared at his number in your phone a few times, debating whether or not you should call and apologize, but you’d chickened out every single time.

“Well, don’t you look like shit?” You drew your eyes up from your coffee cup and glared at Emma, your best friend who had agreed to meet you for coffee before your doctor’s appointment. You’d asked her to meet you at a smaller, hole in the wall coffee shop for fear of running into Jensen at Starbucks again, although you didn’t exactly tell her that.

“Fuck you too, Emz.” She laughed and sat down across from you, taking a sip of her coffee before looking you over one more time.

“You really do look like hell. Are you feeling any better?”

“Yeah, kinda.” You shrugged. “I have that appointment in like an hour and then I guess I need to go beg Don for my job back.”

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this means war pt.3

Originally posted by infinitblaq

pairing: jun x reader

genre: angst, fluff & smut

word count: 3.1k

warning: swearing, smut 

description: when you moved in with the four girls, you didn’t expect them to be in a prank war with the boys in the apartment downstairs, and you didn’t expect to fall for one of them either.

PART ONE | PART TWO


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Just Like Icarus

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: But must it always be a tragedy?
Maybe suns are meant to love
boys who fall into seas.” (x)
Words: 1,934
Warnings: language + (v vague) mentions of blood
Notes: honestly??? idk either but i’m going w it (ps: i know there’s a gender in the summary but the one shot’s a generic reader so there’s no descriptions of ((your)) gender)


Originally posted by n-barnes


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How they react...

… To you being a trained combat fighter.


♡ ♡ \ Request from anonymous / ♡ ♡

Can you do a how they should react to the reader being a fighter (female) ? Thank you so much!


I did this preference including pretty much every character so there is a bit for everyone.

Enjoyyyyyyy!

Requests are open for preferences, GIF imagines as well as normal imagines.

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Attracted To The Enemy (Part 4)

[Gang AU] [ Warning: Violence + Language + Suggestive ]

You wanted to keep your eyes open but struggled. At the moment your eyelids seemed to weigh more than you. Even as you felt life coming to an end your biggest concern was Jay. You starred at your hand as he wrapped his own around it. “Sorry…” you were able to whisper, the last thing you wanted was to die a liar. “…I didn’t tell you.”

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sick days

pairing: polyhamilsquad x reader


You had just gotten out of your last class at Colombia. You couldn’t stop coughing and your head was spinning. Clumsily, you reached for your phone in your pocket. You tiredly scrolled through your contacts and finally landed on one.The only boy you knew that would be home would be Lafayette so you called his phone and headed out towards the front of the college.

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The Wedding Planner (Part 4)

Summary: Being a wedding planner is all fun and games until suddenly you’re saved from an accident by the man of your dreams–later discovering that he happens to be your latest client’s fiancé.

Word Count: 1,421.

A/N: Surprise! I was honestly not even expecting to write a new part for this until later during the week but of course, inspiration just slapped me in the face. Hope you enjoy!

Part 1 Part 2  Part 3

Originally posted by bovaria

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Kol Mikaelson Imagine

Just before I get into all the Line Prompts here’s a quick imagine I wrote :D (Not my best but at least I’m practicing)

You’re currently staying with the Mikaelson’s and you become sick, Kol being one of your new friends stays with you and helps you when he can.

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Ignored - Sam X Reader Request

Request: This is the third one so, sorry. Okay one where the reader and sam are dating, ad some random girl in a bar or something, and the reader gets jealous and sam get all awkward but then he thinks is cute and fluff all u want 💋💕😙😂👌🖖👐

A/N: Thanks for all the requests! Hope you like them :) TW: Swearing.


You swirled your drink around in the bottom of the glass slowly, staring down at the amber liquid, trying to silently communicate that you weren’t up for conversation. It was working so far, and you sat alone on the stool, waiting for Sam and Dean to meet you back at the bar. They had gone to drop all their weapons home after the hunt and left you to save them a table, yet unfortunately, all the booths had been taken by wasted college students or washed up old men. They’d have to settle for the bar instead. The music was blaring a little too loud for your liking, and behind you a mass sweaty of bodies aggressively ‘danced’ to the electro rhythm. You rolled your eyes, and took a sip from your drink. They’d better hurry up.

20 minutes later, you sat at the bar with Sam, Dean already abandoned you to chat up a girl across the room. You sat close to Sam, turning your back to the crowd, and attempted to engage in conversation. After 5 minutes, you established that you could barely hear each other, so you instead took to holding hands under the table and basking in his company. As soon as Dean left with the woman, you could as well. Personally, you longed to be at home, cuddled up with Sam watching Netflix. This wasn’t exactly your scene.

The music was still blasting, and every now and then a stumbling, giggly, young woman would totter up to the bar. Then, another problem arose. An obviously tipsy blonde girl wobbled over, just a little too close to you and Sam. He hadn’t noticed of course, and was taking a sip of his drink. She somehow completely disregarded you, and lent forwards, closer to Sam. He pulled backwards quickly, almost loosing grip on his glass. You turned your head to hide your laugh at his awkward cough.

“Hey handsome, wanna come dance?” She giggled, giving into her stereotype and twirling a strand of her hair. Sam frowned at her, and confidently responded.

“Er, no thanks, the dance floor’s not really my scene. Plus, I’m here with my girlfriend.” He gestured to you with a smile and turned away from the woman, expecting her to give up and walk away. She however, did not give up. Once again ignoring the second part of his sentence, she perched on the stool next to him.

“That’s okay, we can stay here.” You raised your eyebrows, waiting on Sam to tell her to get lost. He stayed silent for a moment, and rage bubbled up inside you. Sam let go of your hand and turned around to face her. “Look, I’m seriously not interested. I’m sure you’re a wonderful person, but you should go find somebody else to flirt with.” Sam replied, growing irritated. She smirked and flipped her hair over her shoulder, but made no move to leave your company. You clenched your fist under the table, and spun your stool around. You stepped down onto the marble floor and walked over to the woman on Sam’s other side. She drew her eyes away from Sam momentarily, and scowled at you. That was the last straw. “Excuse me.” You waved your hands in front of her face. “I exist. This is my boyfriend you’re flirting with here, and I’d really appreciate it if you shut your fucking mouth and left him alone.” You snapped. The woman scoffed and stood up abruptly, almost tripping over as she tried to retreat. You laughed as she walked away, bearing resemblance to a flamingo in her stilettos. You turned your attention back to Sam, not bothering to sit down. Sam chuckled and looked up at you incredulously. “What?” You smirked, reaching out a hand. He took it and stood up, intertwining his hand with your own once more. “I’ve never seen that side of you before.” Sam stated, smiling down at you as you led him over to the exit. “If we come here again, you’ll be seeing it a lot more.” You mused. “You haven’t got anything to worry about you know. I love you.” Sam reassured you, reaching out to hold the door open for you. You stepped outside into the considerably cooler night air, and took in the calm silence.

“If you hadn’t been dating me, would you have talked to her?” You asked curiously, looking back at Sam as he shut the heavy door behind him.

“I don’t want to think about a world where I’m not with you.” He frowned lightly.

“Good answer nerd. Love you too.”


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Shrek (2001) Starters
  • "What's that? It's hideous!"
  • "We can stay up late, swapping manly stories, and in the morning, I'm making waffles!"
  • "Man, this would be so much easier if I wasn't COLOR-BLIND!"
  • "I like that boulder. That is a NICE boulder."
  • "Whoa. Look at that. Who'd wanna live in a place like that?"
  • "Well, I have to save my ass."
  • "Example... uh... _______ are like onions!"
  • "Oh, you both have LAYERS. Oh. You know, not everybody like onions. CAKE! Everybody loves cake! Cakes have layers!"
  • "Well, let me put it this way, Princess: men of his stature are in SHORT supply."
  • "Yeah, it's getting him to shut up that's the trick!"
  • "You know, (name)... when we first met, I didn't think you were a big, stupid, ugly ______."
  • "Eat me!"
  • "Okay, I'll tell you... Do you know... the Muffin Man?"
  • "She's married to the Muffin Man..."
  • " So where is this fire-breathin' pain in the neck, anyway?"
  • " You can't do this to me, (name), I'm too young for you to die! Keep your feet elevated! Turn your head and cough! Does anybody know the Heimlich...?"
  • "Huh, celebrity marriages. They never last, do they?"
  • "But this isn't right! You're meant to charge in, sword drawn, banners flying! That's what all the other knights did!"
  • "I'll find those stairs. I'll whip their butt, too. Those stairs won't know which way they're going... take drastic steps, kick it to the curb. Don't mess wit' me. I'm the Stair Master. I've mastered the stairs. I wish I had a step right here, right now, I'd step all over it..."
  • "LOVE me? She said I was ugly, a hideous creature! I heard the two of you talking!"
  • "Well, I have a bit of a confession to make: _____ don't have layers. We wear our fear right there on our sleeves."
  • "Hey! I'm nobody's messenger boy, all right? I'm a delivery boy!"
  • "All right, you're going the right way for a smacked bottom."
  • "Like THAT's ever gonna happen! What a load of..."
  • "The line, the line you gotta wait for: the priest's gonna say "Speak now or forever hold your piece", and you rush in and say "I object!"
  • "Then ya gotta, gotta try a little TENDERNESS! Chicks love that romantic crap!"
  • Wow! Only a TRUE friend would be that cruelly honest!"
  • "Now really, it's rude enough being alive when no one wants you, but showing up uninvited to a wedding?"
  • "Oh, I know. Maybe I could have decapitated an entire village, put their heads on a pike, gotten a knife, cut open their spleens and drink their fluids. Does that sound good to you?"
  • "The battle is won. You may remove your helmet, good Sir Knight."
  • " Let's just say, I'm not your type, all right?"
  • "Oh, that's funny. Oh. Oh. I can't breathe. I can't breathe."
  • "...And then one time I ate some rotten berries. Man, there were some strong gases seepin' outta my butt that day!"
  • "Thank you, thank you very much. I'm here 'til Thursday. Try the veal."
  • "There's an arrow in your butt!"
  • Because that's what friends do, they FORGIVE EACH OTHER!"
  • "Don't worry, (name). I used to be afraid of the dark until... No, wait. I'm still afraid of the dark."
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Prompt #1:Being caught under the mistletoe with Eric.

For: @gari-budi and anon

I have other imagines with the same OCs if you want to read those as well: Part 1 and Part 2

You hang up a few more decorations around the leader staff room, you were the youngest of the six Dauntless leader, and you had taken it upon yourself to decorate for Christmas. Most of the leaders were pretty enthusiastic, others couldn’t care less.

You put the star on the tree and climb down the ladder, you sigh, admiring your own efforts. Victoria, another leader and one of your closest friends comes in to the room, followed by Jared, Max and Harrison, “You’ve really out done yourself Y/N, this looks amazing.”

“Damn Y/N, this shit is impressive!” Jared says cheerfully, running his hand through his blue hair.

“Thanks guys!” You say proudly, you glance around the room before asking, “Where’s Eric?”

“Why? You worried?” Victoria nudges you in the side, while Jared gives you a wink.

“Oh shut up! I was just wondering,” You say blushing, “Shit! I forgot the stockings! I’ll be right back!”

Just as you were about to leave the room when Eric came in, you walked straight into his chest, “Careful there Y/L/N.”

Victoria gives a little cough, you ignore her, “S-sorry Eric!”

Jared coughs louder, “Y/N?”

You turn your head to glare at him, and he gestures above you. A mistletoe. “Um, I-I, shit-”

“Oh don’t act all surprised Y/N, you put that up there,” Victoria giggle.

“Well,” Jared singsongs, “it is tradition.”

Before you have a chance to respond, Eric turns you around and presses his lips to yours. It’s only a quick peck, but you feel the sparks flying around you. Once you pull away, you feel breathless, Victoria and Jared shamelessly laugh at you and you blush harder.

“I-I need to go get the -um- the stockings!” You say before running out of the room. That sure was interesting.

Part 4

Masterlist // Rules List // To-Do List

Date: March 27th

Time: 12:00 AM

Location: Cirque Arcana

Have you ever been in love?

This is like that, and it is not.

It starts with a heart in your throat. That’s where you feel it at first, something lodged in a vital place that you can’t quite clear. You turn your head to the side, cough, take a glass of something sparkling, yet it remains stubbornly lodged in place like it has signed papers thrice over and taken up residence. In the beginning you may imagine that this peculiar feeling is nothing more than a sugared almond caught in your pharynx, but as time goes by and the feeling does not dissipate, you begin to realize this is something else entirely.

You think you’ve caught the vulnerable, pretty little aorta of the circus in your teeth and taken it in your throat.

It’s not hard to believe, with the way this world unfurls before you at the touch of your forward-facing shadow like morning glories: the people, these maddened and magenta-clad jesters, peel open like they want you to lean in and drink honey-sweet from the dips of their collarbone. They are cruel; oh, they are cruel in ways you do not understand - but like all meager-hearted humans, you cannot deny the pull of their attentions. The girls are tall and short and lithe and always, always beautiful, pulling you in close to stain silver lipstick all over your collar. One pinches a piece of confetti between her painted fingers and passes it to your tongue. It takes like strawberries and cream. This is a righteous bacchanalian, a sweet ecstasy that was left stuck to the corner of Pandora’s darling little box when all the wicked things flew out.

And it feels all yours.

So what do you do?

You swallow the heart. Your throat relaxes and you take it all at once, feeling full-up and arrogant and hungry for your triumph.

Oh, darling, oh, dear. What have you done now?

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Heavy Breaths - Gladio/Reader 


I actually had something else planned out for my first Gladio/Reader fic, but I got struck with inspiration with this right now and I wanted to treat myself today so, yeah. 

P.S. This fella and Nyx are my favorites in this fucking game, maker SAVE ME 



He wanted to surprise you with a visit, a bouquet of flowers carefully held in one hand and hidden behind his back. The spare key to your apartment, your birthday gift to him, felt warm in his pocket, and Gladio was nothing short of excited to see you after a whole week of being stuck in the Citadel for work. 

He’s dedicated to being the prince’s shield, but he’s just as dedicated to being your boyfriend as well. 

Unsure whether you were at home or not, the amber-eyed man tiptoed his way up your door and slowly pressed his ear against the wood. The sight was a rather comical one, the way his shoulders hunched up to his ears as if making himself shorter would quiet his steps. 

Gladio expected silence or some shuffling from you moving around, possibly making brunch since you woke up rather late (compared to him, at least). He did not expect to hear you breathing so heavily

Six, were you panting

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Hanna Barbera creamy goodness with Soul Coughing turning your head

hate ?

a/n: a nate maloley imagine cause someone asked for one. I rewrote this like 3 times and I think it’s still a little sloppy, so sorry if it sucks.

Requests are open always. Hope you guys like it.

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Growing up in Omaha led to you meeting your best friend, Emily. Although she was two years older than you, you guys were practically inseparable. And then, her brother was your age, so you became close with him too.

Then you met jack and jack, and instantly became friends with them. You guys always had a blast together. Yeah you and Sammy would flirt and joke around, it’s just how your friendship was.

Then you met Nate. The first time you met Nate was when you went out with Emily, meeting Sammy and the boys at a club. Nate was there, and you two got introduced, but he didn’t even pay you any mind, which didn’t bother you. You thought, well maybe his girlfriend doesn’t want him talking to other girls.

And at first, you two didn’t really have a problem with each other, you two were actually super close. Like you two were closer then you and Sammy were at the time, but then one night at a house party, you and Sammy hooked up, and it seemed like since then Nate had a problem with anything you did. So it was just your natural reflex to be pissed at him. Everything he did or said pissed you off.

So you two have had a problem with each other for like 2 years now. At this point it’s like you two did shit to piss the other one off.

Now here you were. Out with Em, Sammy, the Jacks, Derek, Swazz, and of course Nate was there too. You guys were celebrating Sammy’s 21st birthday at the club. Planning on everyone getting trashed. You had pre-gamed before taking the uber here, so you guys were all already having a light buzz.

After a few more rounds, nearly all of you were drunk. At least you and Em were, being lightweights compared to the guys. You had another drink and took your cup out on the dance floor, dancing with Emily. Then G came up and started dancing with Emily, leaving you to just dance by yourself. But then you felt two hands wrap around your waist, pulling your back into them. You felt the bulge of him on your butt and flushed a bit.

You felt their hot breath on your neck. Feeling pretty good right now. Then they spoke in your ear, their hot breath giving you goosebumps.

“you look fine as hell tonight” he breathed out. His voice so familiar, you turned your head to see Nate.

The alcohol you both had consumed, making you forget about how much you two hated each other. You just started grinding on him even more. He let out a low groan in your ear, and the sound of that was enough to make you wet.

You two left the dance floor and headed up to the bar. You guys sat and joked around, ordering more rounds and getting more trashed. You started getting really touchy with one another. Like he had his hand resting on your bare thigh, rubbing small circles on you inner thigh with his thumb. And in return you had your hand on his arm, rubbing it up and down, squeezing it every so often. Or switching it up and moving your hand down his chest, feeling his abs through his shirt.

He leaned forward and whispered in your ear.

“you look so fucking sexy tonight (y/n).” making you bite your lip to fight your drunken smile. You pulled back a bit and looked in his bloodshot eyes. You both started to lean in and right before your lips met you spun and got up, heading on the dancefloor, swaying your hips as you walked away. You turned and looked back to see him practically drooling over you.

You started dancing and not even two seconds later, Nate was right behind you, pulling you into him so you could feel him on you. He started to suck harshly on your neck and you couldn’t help but let out a little moan. You felt him smirk, so you decided to break out your best moves. You threw your arm around the back of his neck, your dancing becoming much more seductive and sensual.

Nate let out a low growl of a warning. Something like “don’t start something you’re not gonna finish ma.” And always up for a challenge you turned around and looked him dead in the eyes. You bit your lip and said as slow and seductive as you could ‘who said I wasn’t gonna finish?”

Next thing you knew your chest was flush against his, not even a piece of paper could fit between you two, and your lips met. It was everything you wanted in a kiss. Passionate, hot and full of lust. You two pulled away and he grabbed your hand and started pulling you through the dancefloor. You made it outside and into an uber.

Once you made it in the car his lips quickly met yours again. He pulled you onto his lap and you started grinding on him. His hands on your ass and moans filling the car. Both too drunk to care about your uber driver having to deal with you two.

Once you guys made it back to his place you had barely made it inside before he pushed you up against the wall, attacking your neck again. Moans filled the whole house. Clothes were flying as you made it up the stairs to his room.

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You woke up the next morning your head pounding. You groaned and realized you weren’t in your bed. You lifted the covers and saw that you were naked, and you saw an arm draped over your stomach. You turned and looked at who you were with last night. You saw Nate’s face and flashbacks of last night started to flood through your head.

You couldn’t believe you had just slept with Nate. After all the shit he’s said to you. After how much you two hated one another. I mean, yeah if he wasn’t such a dick to you all the time, you could definitely see a friends with benefits thing with him.

But he constantly pissed you off. You got out of his grip and searched for your clothes in his room. Finding your bra and panties you put those on and searched for the rest of your shit. You were looking in all the clothes that he had thrown all over his floor and you heard a cough behind you. You turned your head and looked to see Nate sitting up in bed looking at you.

“don’t worry I was leaving.” You said getting up. “just trying to find my shit.”

“well, here. Let me uh, help you.” He groaned as he sat up in bed, searching for a pair of pants. His morning voice, all raspy was enough to make my panties wet, and I couldn’t help but stare as he stood up, his back to me. His bare ass showing, and by god, Nate’s ass was about to be my new religion.

And it was in this moment I thought, you know, maybe he isn’t that bad. Maybe this whole friends with benefits thing could work, if I got him to even consider it. I mean, I could tolerate this. He wasn’t a total ass.

Turning back around before he caught that you were looking you searched for your clothes. But then his shadow was standing over you as you had all fours on the floor, looking under dressers, other clothes, cause let’s face it, his room wasn’t the cleanest.

After he hovered over you for a minute while you searched you sat up on your knees and looked at him. He had an unreadable expression on his face.

“well are you gonna fucking help?” I asked

“I don’t know, I might just sit here and enjoy the view.” He winked. I scoffed and got up off the floor and stormed out of his room. All my previous thoughts about me and him just flew out the window. He was such a fucking pig. Going down the stairs into his living room, I found my tank top that I had on last night, searching for the black leather shorts I had on last night.

I looked up at the stairs where I heard a door close and saw Nate walking down the steps a smile plastered on his face. He chuckled as he hopped down the last few steps.

“I’m glad you find this funny.” I huffed, searching the couch.

“come on. Laugh. It’s kinda funny.”

“the only thing I’m laughing at is myself. I can’t believe I did this. I can’t believe I fucking slept with you. God I’m so stupid.” I rambled as I still searched for my shorts.

“seriously (y/n) chill.” I lost it. I turned around to face him. Getting a good look at him. I never realized how hot he looked in the morning. Pushing that thought aside, I exploded.

“no Nate, don’t tell me to chill. That’s literally the worst thing you could tell me right now. I can’t believe I slept with such a-such a dick. God I’m so stupid. Honestly. I can’t believe this. I’m so pissed.”

“seriously (y/n).” he spoke.

“Nate don’t. You don’t get it. You can laugh it off with the guys. Banging just another girl like it’s no big deal. They’re not gonna care that it was me. They’ll congratulate you, give you high fives all kinds of shit. And they’re gonna sit there and laugh at me. Everyone is. Laugh at how dumb I was to sleep with you. They’re gonna think I fell for your games finally. And that I thought I was gonna be different, but just another casual hook up.” I huffed.

“WHERE ARE MY FUCKING SHORTS.” I screamed. Nate got up and walked over to the dining room and picked them up off one of the chairs. He walked over and handed them to me and stepped back as I put them on.

I grabbed my shoes and reached for the door, but Nate grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

“what now? Not done rubbing it in? trying to get me to stay longer so you can just remember this moment? I know you don’t like me Nate, for whatever fucking demented reason you have, but seriously? This is taking it too far. You had your laugh. Now can you please let me go and leave me alone?” I had tears in my eyes, but not letting them fall.

I’ve never felt like such shit before. I mean, it was bad enough sleeping with him, but now he’s trying to keep me here longer just to rub it in? I get that he hates me. I have no clue why he started to hate me, but whatever I did, this must be my fucking karma for it.

“(y/n) will you fucking sit down, and listen to me for 2 fucking minutes.” He said, and when I looked up at him finally, there was a look in his eye that I’ve never seen in them before.

I huffed and sat down on the couch as Nate sat on the coffee table in front of me. I heard him take a deep breath, and he was fiddling with his hands, not looking at me.

“Nate ser-“

“do you remember the night we were all hanging out back in Omaha. And it was like 1 in the morning, and the Jacks, Sammy and Em were passed out. But you looked at me a-“

“I said, let’s do something wild and crazy.” I smiled, remembering the night like it was yesterday.

“yeah.” He smiled, letting out a little like, half laugh, ya know, the kind that’s real quiet and comes from your nose? One of those kinda little laughs.

“I remember thinking you were crazy. But the smile on your face, I couldn’t say no to that. So I told you to come with me, and we ended up driving to the lake.”

“yeah. We ended up camping out.”

“yeah, we were totally unprepared. I froze my ass off that night.”

“hey, you didn’t have to let me wear your sweatshirt.” I defended.

“no, but it stopped your complaining about freezing.”

“hey, I was cold and your fire that you built sucked.”

“well, maybe if someone hadn’t decided to jump in the lake at 2 in the morning.” He laughed.

“hey, if we wouldn’t have jumped in, it just wouldn’t have felt right.”

“right. But uh, I realized something that night.”

“what was it?”

“god, I’m such a pussy for this.” He said, shaking his head, avoiding looking at me.

“what is it Nate?”

“I don’t know what it was about that night, but that’s the night that I realized I wanted something with you. And then we hung out more and I felt this vibe with you, but then I hear that you fucked Sammy, and that just fucked me up.”

“that’s why you started acting cold towards me?”

“yeah. I was pissed. I didn’t feel shit for anyone until I met you. I wouldn’t even think about cuffing a girl before, but then you just fucking come in and fucking change my whole mentality.” I stood up, I couldn’t believe this.

“seriously Nate? You couldn’t just talk to me? You had to fucking push me away. You said so much shit about me?” I was pacing behind the couch now. Nate stood up and stood in front of me where I was pacing.

“(y/n) hear me out.”

“Nate, you know how ridiculous this is. You coulda just talked to me? I was so upset when you just shut me out. You know how much bullshit this is. And all the shit you said about me? Seriously Nate? You couldn’t fucking swallow your pride and just talk to me?” I yelled, facing him now.

“What do you think I’m trying to do?”

“Now? 2 years later and you’re trying to talk to me now? You spent 2 years talking shit about me, and you expect to just waltz in and talk about it now and I’ll be okay and we’ll go back to how we were?”

“(y/n) you don’t get it.”

“No nate, you don’t get it. 2 years of constant shit from you, and one drunken hookup and now you’re trying to talk to me. Is this some sort of joke to you? Are you hoping I’ll forgive you so you can just pull the same shit again?” I huffed. I was so upset at this point.

“(y/n) I’m trying to tell you something.”

“what Nate? What are you-“

I was cut off by him cupping my face and smashing his lips to mine. I was shocked. What the fuck was this? I just, what the hell?

I pulled away.

“(y/n)” he breathed out, his forehead resting against mine. I pulled away and looked at him.

“I uh, I gotta go” and with that I grabbed my shoes and left Nate standing there in the living room, probably as confused as I was.

Lena Luthor/you fic part 6

just click on the lena fic tag to see the previous installments

Originally posted by thefirstarchitect

“Restrain her,” the Luthor widow demands.  You try as hard as possible to suppress a whimper of pain as you’re drug to your feet and over to the chair in the center of the room.  Your stomach twists as you notice the return of the tripod.  With Lillian here, it means that Lena is almost certainly the intended target for whatever the camera has recorded.  You lock your jaw, not sure if you’re being recorded right now or if there is something worse in store for you later on.  Regardless, the idea that Lena might see anything that happens from here on out gives you a reason to hold out a little longer.  You don’t want her to have to watch you break.  It’s probably what her mother wants.

You lock eyes with Lillian as you wrists are taped behind your back and your ankles to the front legs of the chair.  Your body is wracked with varying levels of discomfort, especially your leg, and you try to hide it so it won’t be used against you.  

“Leave us,” Lillian waves her two employees off and for some reason, them leaving the room scares you more than their presence normally does.  The door clicks behind the last one to leave and you continue to stare at Lillian, hoping that she can’t see through you.

“You know my daughter doesn’t give a damn about you, don’t you?” the woman tilts her head to the side and peers at your through cold eyes.  “I had my little employees make sure she knew what was happening and she didn’t even report you missing.  Because you mean nothing to her.”

“That’s not true,” you mutter.  Lillian is trying to get in your head.  

“Really?  For someone with such a professional reputation up until this point, I really wouldn’t expect you to be so naive.  Do you truly believe that someone like my daughter, foolish as she may be, would care about a pathetic little drifter like yourself?  Remarkable.”

“Are you going to hurt her?”

The question has weighed on you heavily for the duration of your captivity.  Lillian smirks and begins to walk around the room.  Her heels click rhythmically with each step.

“I don’t think I’ll have to.  Not after she finds you get a bullet through your head.  She may be a dense girl, but that will send enough of a message.”

—————————————————————————

Lena did her best to sober up after her complete breakdown in front of Kara that night.  The blonde had stayed with her that night; unable to leave Lena on her own in such a state.  It was clear after the years of remaining poised and composed had left Lena more fragile than anyone realized.  

She didn’t discover the email until the evening of the next day.  Even in her distress, Lena still had felt a responsibility to send instructions to her management team at L Corp for the sake of her employees.  With a blank subject line and random assortment of characters in the contact name, she had felt something was off from the moment she found it in her inbox.  A video screen opened seconds after she opened the document and Lena felt her pulse surge at the sight of the sickeningly familiar room. White numbers marked the date and time at the bottom of the display and it took only a brief glance to the top of her screen so realize that it was current.  The video was live.

Lena called Kara in a panic, eyes glued to the screen, and the other woman landed on her balcony less than a minute later.  Nothing appeared to be happening at the moment; you were bound in the same position as before, though your head was raised enough for them to see that there had been no restraint on your captors’ part.  Lena sat at her table, refusing to look away, as Kara made a phone call in her kitchen.  Unless the current timeline was just part of a horrid ploy to give her a false sense of hope, it meant that you were still alive for the time being.  If they could figure out where you were, Kara could get you out.  She had to be able to.

A short while later, the dapper young man that had aided Lena in configuring her device at the first event Kara had gone to showed up at the apartment.

“Can you trace it?”  Lena gripped the back of the man—Winn’s chair and watched as he scrolled through coding he had somehow pulled from the video’s feed.  His eyebrows scrunched together in concentration and he scratched his chin uncertainly.

“Maybe, but it’ll take some time to figure out.  The signal is jumping from server to server and I need to get ahead of it to pinpoint where’s originating from…” his voice trailed off as he slipped into focus and pulled out his own computer from his bag.

“Come on,” Kara pulled the other woman away from the kitchen table, knowing that Winn would work better without someone breathing down his neck, and patted him on the shoulder.  “Let us know if something happens on the feed.”

“Got it,” Winn nodded slightly, his eyes scanning the screen, and powered up his laptop.  

—————————————————————————

“She’s opened the link, ma’am.  We’re live.”

Lillian looks up from her Macbook at one of the hitmen and waves a hand dismissively.  

“Rough her up, then.  And make sure she screams.”

“You got it.”

The man turns to leave and Lillian bites her bottom lip thoughtfully.  She catches him before he can go.

“Get in her head as well.  I want this to hurt both of them.”

“Yes, ma’am,” the man nods, almost unnerved by the look in his employer’s eyes, and lets himself out of her temporary quarters.  Out of all his past jobs, this one seemed to be the most ruthless.  He had tortured for information and money before, but never had his actions seemed as unwarranted as this.  But, the size of his pay was bigger than his conscience and he reminds himself that business is business as he retrieves his partner and makes his way to the room you’ve been held in.  

Still restrained to the chair, you snap your head towards the door when the lock sounds and do your best to level your breathing as the tape on your ankles and wrists is removed.  

“Get up,” on of the men grunts.  His accomplice grabs an arm and you quickly balance all of your weight on your good leg in an attempt to follow orders.  This has gone past the point of sensible defiance.  You’re at their mercy and everyone in the room knows it.  

——————————————————————————

“Uh, guys?  Something’s happening!” Winn minimizes the background program he’d be working on the second he sees movement on the live stream and slides his chair away from the table.  Lena is the first one to make it to the kitchen, with Kara hot on her trail, and she feels her throat tighten with panic at the sight of the two men on the screen.  They pull you up from your chair and she reaches over to turn the volume up.

Get up.”

The man’s voice is gravely and the trio in the kitchen watches in silence as you balance on one leg.  

You want to leave?  You want to go see your little girlfriend?  Huh?  She’s right down the hall, you know.  She and her mother are having some alone time…”

“Lena?”

The dark haired woman’s breath hitches in her throat at the way you call her name.  

I have to hand it to you; she’s a pretty little thing.  Amazing that someone like her would ever fuck someone like you.”

—————————————————————————————-

Don’t talk about her like that,” you whisper, eyes locked on the doorway.  Lillian said she wouldn’t hurt her.  She couldn’t be here.

“You gonna do something about it?” the man who has done most of the speaking during your time here challenges.  Your gaze jumps from him to the other man and then to the unlocked door.  Your mind jumps between possibilities of what Lena is enduring.  Exhaustion, paranoia, and pure hopelessness skews your judgement and you throw a wild punch and lunge towards the door.  Rough hands grab you before you can even reach the doorknob and the fracture in your leg screams in resentment as you’re thrown to the floor.

“Dumb bitch.”

A boot slams into your ribcage and sends splintering pain through your chest.  Your cry echoes harshly against the concrete walls.  Another kick has you seeing stars.  

“All of this is because of her, you know.  If you had just done your damn job and kept yourself out of her bed, you wouldn’t be here.  We wouldn’t have to do this—“

There’s a flash of movement out of the corner of your eye and you scream as something slices through your flesh and stabs into the space below your collarbone.  Just as swiftly as it entered, the knife is pulled out and blood spurts out of your chest.

——————————————————————————————————

“I am going as fast as I can!”  Winn’s fingers fly across his keyboard, fueled mostly by the panic of seeing someone get stabbed on Lena’s computer and the sound of Kara trying to contain her in the other room.  The blonde had refused to let her watch anymore after the way her knees buckled under her at the sight of your blood spurting from your chest.

The square miles indicating the location of the signal’s origin gradually lowered in quantity and Winn’s leg shook faster and faster under the table.

“Come on, come on,” the man muttered under his breath.  

———————————————————————————————————

“Fuck, I think I hit something,” the man who had stabbed you drops his knife to the floor and watches you struggle to draw air into your lungs from your spot on the floor.  You hardly look like the woman he had hit on the street almost a week before; now surrounded by your own blood and bruised beyond recognition.  There’s a sputtering sound, and your head turns to the side as you cough up a mix of saliva and crimson.

“Go get Mrs. Luthor, man.  She’s going to be pissed if we killed her.”

“Right,” he nods before disappearing out the door.

———————————————————————————————————

“I got it!” Winn jumps from his chair and Kara is at his side in a split second.  His program finally pin-pointed the signal origin on the outskirts of Metropolis.  There’s a blur of action and Kara has donned her Supergirl outfit.  Lena appears in the kitchen, still in tears and looks between them in hopeful confusion.  None of them notice Mrs. Luthor entering the other screen with a revolver in her hands and a grimace of irritation on her face.  

“Take Lena to the hospital and I’ll meet you both there,” Kara instructs firmly.  Winn nods immediately and scrambles for his keys and coat.  Knowing that time is limited, the hero runs for the balcony and is shooting through the sky within seconds

———————————————————————————————————-

This is it.

You stare up at the barrel of the pistol aimed at your head through hazy vision and try to stop trembling.  Lillian is here and you know what that means.  She’s going to be the one to put you out.  

“All you had to do was what I paid you for,” the woman sighs as if this is all just some minor inconvenience and slips several bullets into the revolver’s chamber.  She had hoped to keep this little game up until another residence was set up for her, but this would have to do.  

————————————————————————————————

Kara wastes no time racing around the building and welding every door she finds shut with a blast of heat vision.  She can hear the way your pulse is weakening through the building’s walls, as well as the sound of a gun being loaded.  No matter who you are or what had transpired between you and Lena, Kara knew what it was like to be at Lillian’s mercy and it wasn’t something she would wish on anyone.  The blonde hero flies to the roof of the small building and finds a spot over your room and, more specifically, right over the heads of the two men hired by Mrs. Luthor.  With a single stomp, she lands in the room with a cloud of dust and destruction of building materials.  Despite the urge she feels to grab Lillian and drop her from 1000 feet in the air, she simply shields your pitiful form from the shots that the stunned woman fires and leans down to lift you into her arms.

Lena?” you inquire weakly.  Kara can hear your pulse continuing to fade.  

“She’s safe,” she assures you as the two of you rise out of the hole she entered through and into the cool night air.

2

Chemistry - Stiles Stilinski

Prompt ;;  “’Ehhh’ is not an acceptable answer.”

“Yes it is!”

“Not when my question was, ‘Is it going to explode?’”

Summary ;;  in which a chemistry experiment goes completely wrong but y/n and stiles think it’s the most hilarious thing ever.

Warnings ;; swearing but complete fluFF

Words ;; 1.3k

Published ;; 22nd august, ‘16

Masterlist

Stay safe + ily🌛


“Okay, you can choose your partners for this project, just be sensible.” Your eyebrows rose in surprise at Mr. Harris’ announcement; you turned your head towards your boyfriend, Stiles, only to find him already looking at you. Giving you a quick shrug, he got up from his own desk and snatched the now-empty seat next to you at the back of the classroom.

“That’s unlike Harris,” You chuckled as Stiles dropped his textbooks onto the table with a loud bang, a couple of students giving you dirty looks from the noise.

“I’m not complaining, though,” Stiles threw a grin your way before quickly pressing his lips to yours, pulling away a couple seconds later, a glint of happiness in his eyes as he stared lovingly at you. Your cheeks flushed under his gaze, a small smile on your soft lips. Even after being together for just over a year, the smallest things he does or says still manage to make you blush; you thought it was extremely silly that Stiles still had that much of an effect on you after all this time. But Stiles, on the other hand, thought it was absolutely adorable.

“[Y/L/N], Stilinski, don’t make me regret my decision even more than I already am.” Mr. Harris glared in your direction, most student’s heads turning towards the two of you and you coughed quietly, your heads snapping away from the previous proximity between the both of you and down at the scattered papers on the desk.

“That was your fault,” You commented with a chuckle, before picking up a bottle filled with an unknown fluid and began to pour it into another test tube, pretending like you knew what you were doing. But you didn’t worry because Mr. Harris didn’t trust any of his classes so he didn’t give them too hardcore acids that would have bad outcomes.

“Was not,” Stiles scoffed accompanied by a wholehearted laugh. His eyes then began filtering over to the other students who were actually doing something with the equipment given to them. “Wait- What are we actually supposed to be doing?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, “Were you not listening?” 

“It’s difficult to concentrate when you look beautiful 24/7.” His response was quick as if he didn’t even need to think of an excuse for him getting distracted so easily. 

Aaaand, the blush was back again; red was rushing to your cheeks once more as you let out a soft laugh. “Oh, shut up,” Your eyes were shining with happiness as you looked away from him, your hair staggering down to hide your flush face.

But Stiles just shrugged casually, a smirk playing on his lips as he wound his arm around your waist and tugged your body delicately closer to his, “it’s true.”

“Well, do you think you could focus on this chem project instead of me, just for half an hour?” You raised your eyebrow over at him, your lips pulled up into an amused smile.

“Sounds too difficult for me but for you, I’ll try.” 

“Stop being cheesy and help me, you dork.” You began copying what the pair next to you were doing because you honestly had no clue but you had a feeling that you had either missed an ingredient or put one in that wasn’t needed.

“Is it supposed to be bubbling like that?” Stiles asked, curiosity lacing his tone as he glanced around the room. You were silent for a second as you observed your work and that’s when Stiles mumbled a quiet and worried, “You’ve done it wrong.”

“I haven’t! I copied them,” You confessed before nodding your head over at the pair adjacent. Stiles’ eyes widened when he identified whom it as that you had duplicated your work from.

“Greenburg? You copied from Greenburg? Are you serious, [Y/N]? Why?!” He whined like a child and you gave him a desperate look, trying to stop the bubbles from getting any bigger.

“I didn’t know what else to do!” You waved your hands around in panic as they began to overflow and submerge your textbooks in a mess of bubbles.

“Is it going to explode?” Stiles eyed the bubbles with wide eyes, muttering a rapid ‘shit, [Y/N],’ when the sound of fizzing coming from your test tube starting getting louder.

You gave him an uncertain look, “ehhh.”

“’Ehhh’ is not an acceptable answer.” 

“Yes it is!” 

“Not when my question was, ‘is it going to explode?’” Stiles whisper-shouted with a sass-ridden tone and you looked over at him with narrow eyes.

“Jesus, Stiles, I don’t know what it’s doing!” You exclaimed loudly, getting a few stares and then followed by a round of giggles when they noticed your current situation.

“It’s not stopping,” You muttered to your very unhelpful boyfriend at that moment.

“I can see that!” Stiles blurted aloud and you just stared at him with a neutral expression and he stared back. After a minute of silence, you let out a small giggle. Then after one small giggle came more unstoppable and uncontrollable giggles, you smacked your hand on top of your mouth to try and conceal them but it didn’t work.

“Why are you laughing?! It’s getting worse.” Stiles commented and you laughed harder, tears forming in your eyes at the sight of all the bubbles surrounding your desk.

“I fucked up so bad,” You managed to get out through your laughter and Stiles chuckled at your state.

“No shit.” Stiles laughed with you and gently pulled you away from the desk by your waist as the fizzing got even louder.

“Oh god,” You bit your lip to stop your giggles as you stared at the tube, suddenly, a loud pop sound followed by smoke emitting from the tube before the sound of the test tube cracking under the pressure, filled the room and Mr. Harris stood up from his desk at the front of the class, all heads turned towards the two of you who were stood up, your desk covered in a layer of foamy bubbles.

Your mouth was wide, a smile trying to break through as you tried desperately not to burst out laughing at the scene. Stiles arm still wrapped around your waist; a guilty smile on his lips. The two of you avoiding Mr. Harris’ glare to the best of your abilities. “What the hell is happening here?” He bellowed and you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped, your eyes widening when you realized that he had heard you as his raging eyes singled you out.

“Something funny about this [Y/N]?!” He asked loudly and you quickly shook your head and promptly shut up. “Two weeks detention for both of you! Head’s office, now!” He shouted, the anger in his tone echoing and bouncing throughout the chemistry lab as you and Stiles rapidly scrambled out of the room, snickering quietly.

As soon as the door closed, the two of you burst into uncontrollable laughter, you had to lean against someone’s locker to keep yourself from collapsing to the floor. “I’m so sorry,” You choked out through your laughter and Stiles pulled you into a side hug as you stumbled down the hallway towards the head’s office.

“God, I love you,” He muttered as you both began to gradually calm down, pulling you into a passionate kiss. Your lips moving in sync against his, he grabbed your waist and managed to bring you closer as you ran your hand through his hair.

“Glad to know it’s unconditional,” You mumbled against his lips and he grinned, slowly pulling away, his eyes glazed with happiness and amusement.

“Yeah, even when you do stupid shit.” He agreed with you, pecking your lips one last time before you reached the office, letting out one last giggle; you knocked on the door and awaited impending death for causing an out of control bubble explosion.

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Perfect Date

Author: Mikala
Characters: Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Word Count: Approx. 2,800
Warnings: Probably swearing. Talk of injury and blood. 
Author’s Note: Hey, guys! Here’s a (mostly) fluffy Nat fic! Hope y’all like it! Feedback is appreciated.

Originally posted by greenahrrow

Reader’s POV

“Y/N? Y/N? Where the hell are you?” You vaguely recognized your name being called; but it sounded off to you, too close. It took you a moment to realize it was being spoken directly into your ear. You coughed, then turned your head to the side to spit out the blood that came with it. The pavement was rough on your cheek. You heard your name again, a voice that almost sounded frantic, and you finally pegged it to be Natasha. You looked back up at the sky above you before answering.

“Hey, Romanoff.” You paused for a second after speaking, hearing a sigh of relief from her. “Can’t you ever take me on a date where we don’t end up covered in blood?” Your question made Natasha laugh, a sound of relief that came from your earpiece and vibrated through your skull. It was out of place among the shouts and gunshots that echoed through the air.  

“Wouldn’t be much of a date then, in my opinion,” she answered, and you could practically hear the smirk on her face. You had no idea where she was, but you hoped she was close. “Where are you? Are you hurt?” She asked.

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What The Hell Is Black Friday?

Author: mermaidinplaid
Warnings: none
A/N: I’m sorry so few of my posts have the “read more” link. And I’m sorry they are so long and take up room on your dash. I’m restricted to the mobile app :(

You were snuggled into the deepest corner of the couch, a pile of sales ads and multi colored sharpies on the cushion next to you. Taking a sip from your cup of coffee, you picked up the first booklet of many.


“Ah, Target,” you sighed and shook your head “I love you but I hate you.”


Your circled one or two items while you flipped through the pages; Target never had the greatest sales around this time but you always had to check just in case.


Scoffing to yourself, you tossed the book aside and grabbed for the next one, getting excited when you saw that it was from Wal-Mart. You sat up a little straighter and mentally prepared yourself.


“Oh my god! A 50” TV for $198?!” you squealed loudly and draw a big red circle around the item


“What’s got you so worked up, doll?”


You turned to see Bucky and Steve walking in the living room, both men covered in sweat.


“What’s got you guys all sweaty?” you made a mock disgusted face, the sight no where near disgusting


Bucky chuckled and leaned down to kiss the top of your head “I asked you first.”


You grumbled something about him being a child before responding “I’m just looking at the Black Friday ads.”


“What the hell is Black Friday?” Bucky leaned over the back of the couch to take a peek at the current booklet in your hands “You ever heard of this, Steve?”


Steve nodded and scratched his head “I think I remember hearing about it, never paid much attention, though. You know shopping isn’t my thing.”


You turned slightly to look up at Bucky “Black Friday is the day after Thanksgiving.  Several stores open up crazy hours and have ridiculous sales. Like the TV I just circled. That’s like….a $600 television they’ve put on sale for $200.”


Bucky still looked confused “Okay, so what’s the big deal? Just a bunch of stuff you don’t really need.”


You gawked at Bucky, your mouth hanging open slightly.


“Doll, don’t look at me like that. Why do you need a…what was it…a 50” television?”


Your mind went blank before you could respond. Bucky was right, why did you need a TV that big. You didn’t, you just wanted it.


“Ya know what, shut up.” you turned your head when you beard Steve snickering “You too, Steven.”


Steve coughed to cover his laughter before crossing his arms over his chest, his lips sealed tightly to keep further laughter from escaping.


You stood up and grabbed all your stuff “You guys are coming shopping with me.”


Both men were now standing up straight, shooting each other nervous glances.


You nodded matter of factly “Yep. Be ready at eleven on Thanksgiving night.”


You walked away before either of them could respond. To be completely honest, you were thrilled to have them going with you. Sometimes those Black Friday shoppers got crazy. It would be nice to have some muscle behind you.

It was time. Dinner had come and gone, you’d taken a nice nap, and now you were on your way to the living room to meet up with Bucky and Steve.


“You guys ready to do this?” you stood in front of the couch and looked down at the the men sitting before you.


“Calm down, sweetheart.” Bucky had a small smirk on his face “We go on missions all the time. I think we can handle some shopping.”


Steve nodded in agreement and you laughed loudly.


“You have no idea what you guys are getting yourselves into. Let’s go.”


You could hear Bucky and Steve laughing quietly behind you. They honestly believed this was going to be a walk in the park. You couldn’t wait to see the look on their faces when you reached your first destination.

“Holy shit.” Bucky pressed his face to the window of your car as you pulled into Wal-Mart’s parking lot


“What are all those people doing? Did something happen?” Steve’s Captain America voice was coming through


“Nope.” you parked the car and unbuckled your seat belt “That’s the line.”


Steve tilted his head, looking like a confused puppy “Line?”


“Yes, the line. All those people are waiting for the store to open.”


Bucky and Steve exchanged impressed glances before finally getting out of the car and following you to the end of the line.


“Why did we have to be here so early?” Steve was leaning against a wall, his hands shoved deep into his pockets


You giggled to yourself “You’ll see.”


The three of you stood in line for what seemed like hours but was really only forty-five minutes or so. You made small talk with some other shoppers around you, discussing items you were interested in, others store’s ads, one woman even asked if you really had Steve Rogers with you.


Finally you heard a voice come over a loudspeaker announcing that the store would be opening. You tightened the strap on your crossbody and put your booklets away.


You turned your head to look back at Steve and Bucky “Get ready, boys.”


“Ready for what?”


Before you could answer Bucky’s question, the three of you were shoved forward. The crowd was moving quickly and it took a lot of strength to not topple over your own feet.


“What the hell?”


Your heard Bucky’s voice growl in your ear and then felt two strong hands grab your own. Bucky and Steve held you tightly until you were inside the store and not as smushed up against everyone else.


You turned to thank them and almost burst out laughing, they were in Avengers mode. Both standing tall, wearing stoic expressions. Your hands were still covered by their but not as tightly now.


“At ease, soldiers. We’re okay.” you winked at them and made your way through the store


It was controlled chaos almost immediately and you knew if you didn’t get out of there fast, it would be more chaos and less controlled.


You grabbed a shopping cart and headed for the electronics. You weren’t really going to get that television, but you had a list of DVDs a mile long.


Somewhere between electronics and home goods, you lost your men; not that you minded, not too many people were in this section of the store. You breathed a sigh of relief and started searching for the crock pot you’d had your eye on for the past few months.

“Thank you!! Have a goodnight and happy holidays.” you smiled as you left the cashier.


You had gotten everything you wanted from this store and then some; but you still didn’t have Bucky or Steve. Making your way to the car, you hoped they had just gotten overwhelmed and were outside waiting for you.


You ended up being half right. Bucky and Steve were waiting for you by the car, but they almost as much stuff as you did, including that damn television.


“Hey, doll, where ya been?” Steve smirked at you and crossed his arms over his chest.


“Well, hello to you, too,” you eyeballed the bags at their feet “Looks like you found a few things.”


Bucky nodded and patted the box holding the television “I guess you could say that.”


You glared at him and popped open the trunk. Lucky for his smug ass, you knew that TV would fit in your car. Once the guys had everything loaded up as best as possible, they joined you in the car.


“So,” Bucky clapped his hands together “which store is next?”


You laughed and made for the parking lot exit. It looked like the three had a new tradition.

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