the bittersweet between my teeth

Pairing: Daenerys Targaryen x Jon Snow
Rating: Explicit
Word count: 3,750

Belowdecks, all Jon could hear were the creaks of the boat as they rode the gently rolling waves to White Harbor and his own quick, shaky breaths. He lingered outside the queen’s quarters, shoring up the courage to knock. There were no sounds coming from beyond the door. Perhaps the queen was already asleep. Perhaps, despite the lingering looks, first in her council room then later in the mess hall over dinner, she wasn’t waiting for him at all.

He wet his lips, eyes boring into the finely carved Targaryen sigil in her door. It was foolish to be nervous. He could face down the White Walkers and their dead with all the grit of a true Northern-born son, lead the Night’s Watch and thousands of Wildlings as Lord Commander, and protect the people of Winterfell as King in the North–but all that went to shit when Daenerys so much as looked at him, that violet-hued gaze as sharp as Valyrian steel.

And yet, whatever misgiving he had about being here, he knew she wouldn’t turn him away. It was inevitable he’d end up here. He knew that much.

Gods be good. One more deep, fortifying breath, and he rapped a sharp knock on her door. He didn’t wait long for her to answer. Hazy lighting from candles and a crackling fire illuminated her silhouette from behind as she opened the door, staying her movements at the sight of him. There was surprise in that normally impassive, steely-eyed stare. And–acknowledgement, he thought. A shared understanding.

She knew it was inevitable, too.

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★'hey jagi!’
★'wanna hear a bondage joke?’
★'i’d tell you, but i’m all tied up at the moment’
★he’d laugh to himself while you untie him
★the second the restraints are removed, he’s pulling you to him and kissing all over your face
★'i’m sorry i doubted that it wouldn’t feel good! it was mind blowing!’
★lots of giggles
★knows alot of sex jokes
★'shut up and let me go so i can make food’
★'not hungry’
★and you kinda just ?????
★'but you love food’
★'i like cuddling you more’


★he’ll watch you in silence as you unstrap his wrists
★his eyes would be full of pure love
★like look at my baby being on top where he/she belongs
★you’d massage his wrists and kiss over the red marks
★which makes him blush
★the atmosphere would be so relaxed
★you’d throw the ropes to the side and cuddled down into him
★you didn’t need to verbalize your ‘i love yous’
★because from the small actions he knew
★and it make him feel loved
★or like he could explode from joy at any second


★he needs all the skin to skin contact
★if he’s not pressed into you with your hands in his hair
★he’ be grumpy
★favours being close to you rather than being cleaned up
★'hobi, you’re covered in candle wax, you need to wash it off’
★'jagi i die a little bit each time you’re away from me’
★you can’t even sneak away while he’s sleeping
★because he’ll know


★likes to bathe with you after
★he’ll sit pressed back against you while your hands rub his shoulders
★'i didn’t know that that would feel good. i almost lost my mind’
★i think he likes the after care more
★because he gets to curl up to you, make small talk, and get praised
★it’s just you two in the entire world
★falls asleep the second you two get into bed
★doesn’t snore after sex somehow


★this bun will be so done after such extreme activities
★he’ll have just enough energy left to join you in the shower
★but he’ll just stand there while you wash him and dry him
★if any part of him needs it cream will be added before putting on your pyjamas
★which consists of black sweatpants and shirt
★his sleep glazed eyes will follow you as you move around
★i’m fine, jagi, just get in bed with me’
★still won’t give up his big spoon role
★falls asleep the second you’re pressed against him


★he’ll just relax into bed and sigh contently
★his hazy eyes watch you as you clean him up
★offering a bath will be a waste
★he just wants to cuddle in bed with you
★recovers quickly
★meaning he’ll go back to talking
★probably about some cat he saw earlier
★or you two will make meaningless chit chat
★he’ll be the one talking you to sleep


★you need to go hard with this one
★or else he’ll try take over
★so when you’re done, he’ll be sore
★he’ll lay on the bed and rub over where’s sore while you prepare his pyjamas and order food
★could eat an entire buffet after sex
★'you better have ordered extra wings. i earned them’
★matching onsies
★you two watch telly and chow down on a banquet until you’re sleepy
★another one that won’t give up his place as big spoon


summary: You get to teach Ivar a lesson. || bucky barnes x reader x ivar the boneless || 

warnings: soooooo NSFW, poly relationship, cursing, come-eating, bdsm elements, punishment, oral, fingering, lots of sin tbh

notes: This is a little bit different form my usual sin. (Never thought my first time writing a threesome would be between these two) So some lovely anon started this thing called WinterBoneless and spammed me, as well as @persephone-is-here-omg and @captainpoopweinersoldier, with marvelous asks. It’s the ship between the beloved Murder Daddy, Bucky, and the adorable Murder Baby, Ivar. Those of you who don’t know who he is, go watch the show Vikings. You won’t be disappointed. Not one bit.

I didn’t add my usual tag list bc I don’t know who’s really into this.


“I fucking hate you!” 

Bucky peers over the back of the couch, watching curiously as you storm through the door, the shoes you wore for the evening clutched in your hands. You turn. the skirt of your dress fluttering, chucking one heel at Ivar as hard as you can, narrowly missing the side of his head. As it clunks to the floor, you hurl the second one in close succession, and if Ivar hadn’t been paying attention, it would’ve nailed him straight in the eye. He catches it with ease, holding it in his palm with a glare. 

Bucky almost expects you to lunge at him, wrap your hands around Ivar’s throat and make him pay for whatever offense he’s committed this time. Instead, you make a mad dash for the bedroom you share with both men, slamming the door shut behind you. 

The silence that follows is a bit deafening.

“You two are home early.” Bucky muses eventually. Ivar drops the shoe he’s holding to the floor with an angry huff, running a hand through his thick hair in frustration. It was out of it’s usual, messy knot, hanging freely around his shoulders. Bucky thinks it’d make him look less abrasive if it weren’t for his angry expression. “What did you do to her now?”

This was not an unusual occurrence in your household. Ivar liked to push buttons, liked to provoke you, in turn causing you to provoke him. Things would escalate, such as now, and Bucky would have to step in and try to restore peace. 

Bucky rises off the couch quietly, took in the hard set of Ivar’s jaw and the anger brewing in his eyes. He cups his face, smiling gently when Ivar’s lashes flutter. Some of the tension drops out of his shoulders and he sighs quietly. “I called her a whore.” Ivar mumbles quietly. He doesn’t meet Bucky’s gaze as he says it, listening to the way Bucky sucks in a surprised breath. “I thought she was flirting with our waiter.”

“And was she?” Bucky asks. Ivar just shakes his head, biting down on his lip with a pained look on his face.

“I fucked up.” he admits. “I fucked up bad.”

“Go fix it. I don’t like going to bed when our girl is angry.” The soldier shoves Ivar in the direction of the bedroom, following behind closely. They open the door slowly, finding you standing in front of your vanity to take down your hair. The dress you wore to dinner is strewn on the floor, leaving you in nothing but a lacy black lingerie set. 

Fuck.” Both men say in unison. Twin sets of blue eyes are as wide as they can be, eyeing you up in down like a hunter would it’s prey. 

If it were any other time, you would preen under the attention. Instead, you shoot them the meanest look you can muster, shaking your head. “There’s no way in hell.” 

Bucky is the first one to inch closer, sidling up next to you to help remove the bobby pins holding your hair up. Ivar tries to do the same but you immediately wrench away from his touch. “If you lay even just a finger on me, I will break your goddamn hand.”

Ivar sits on the bed, watching dejectedly as Bucky gets to run his hands through your hair. Bucky presses a kiss to your shoulder, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. “I think Ivar wants to apologize to you, doll. You gonna let him?” he asks. His hands grip your waist, turning you around so you can see the guilt crossing Ivar’s face. His eyes are wide, pleading.“He wants to treat you real good, show you how sorry he is.”

“No, he doesn’t.” you say, sneering. “He doesn’t want to touch a whore like me.”

“I didn’t mean it, dove.” Ivar brings out the tried and true nickname, trying to diffuse someone of your anger. The hopeful smile that crosses his face nearly cracks through your resolve. “Let me make it up to you.”

Bucky strokes down your side, hiding his own smile in your shoulder. “He’ll do anything you want, babydoll. Just say the word.”

The smirk that rises to your face can only be described as evil. Ivar feels his heart start to accelerate at the look you pass his face. “Ivar,” you say and he straightens up, ready to do whatever it is you ask of him. “You only get to watch.”

“Now that’s just cruel.” Bucky chuckles. You just shrug, not caring in the least. He was cruel to you, it’s time you do the same to him. 

Grabbing the chair from your vanity, you place at the end of the bed. “Sit, Ivar.” He rises without a word, settling down into the chair nervously. You drag Bucky to the bed by his shirt, pushing him to lay down against the mattress. 

Bucky’s immediately pulling you down into a kiss, lifting you up only to have you straddle him. Ivar’s sharp teeth sink into his bottom lip as he watches you grind your hips slowly against the soldier, nearly drawing blood when he hears you moan quietly. The two of you part with a gasp. 

“Turn around for me, baby.” Bucky instructs. He maneuvers you so your chest is to his back, his strong thighs holding yours open, both of you leaning against the headboard. Like this, Ivar can see your entire body, can see everything Bucky’s about to do to you.

“Ain’t she a beauty?” Bucky asks. He unstraps your bra, tossing it to the side with a smile aimed at Ivar. His metal hand plucks at a nipple while the other one smooths its way down your stomach. His fingers slide smoothly underneath your panties, cupping you with his palm. Your back arches, another shy moan falling from your lips, and Bucky can’t help but laugh at the desperate look on Ivar’s face. “She’s so wet, babyboy. Don’t you wish you could feel it?”

Ivar nods eagerly. Bucky runs two fingers up and down your slit, circling around your entrance and just barely bumping your clit. When he pulls his hand out of your underwear, those fingers are glistening. Bucky pops them into his mouth with a grin, moaning loudly when he tastes you on his tongue. “You’re missin’ out, little one.” Bucky tells him. Ivar can only whimper, hands shaking where he’s laid them on his thighs. “She tastes so fuckin’ sweet.

Bucky looks down at you, then, sees the smug, impish grin you’re sporting. He captures your mouth with his once more, tugging your lip between his teeth. His metal hand wraps around the side of your panties, ripping them down the seam. Even though you should be annoyed that he ruined them, heat rushes up your spine, making you keen as he dips two fingers into your entrance. 

“Look at him, baby.” Bucky orders. You find Ivar with his mouth hanging open, hungry little pants falling from his lips. His eyes are glued to your cunt, pupils overcoming the blue in them as he watches the metal slowly slide into you. “He’s a wreck. We’re torturing him.”

“G-good,” you stutter out, hips titling upwards. He’s languidly fucking you, palm brushing your clit gently. Your body trembles at the slow pace, wishing he’d take it up a notch or two. “He deserves to be tortured.”

“I didn’t mean what I said, dove.” Ivar tells you again. His voice is low, the tempting image in front of him crumbling his composure. “I don’t know what else to say to you.”

“Sweet talk her a little.” Bucky curls his fingers, pressing against your g-spot roughly. Ivar’s chest heaves as you cry out, moaning Bucky’s name. He doesn’t know how the soldier’s so calm. Ivar’s not even touching you and he’s a fucking wreck

“C’mon, Ivar.” Bucky says when his boy stays quiet. Their gazes lock and Ivar could just melt into the floor at how glazed over Bucky’s eyes are. He grunts when you squirm against his erection, throwing an arm around your waist to hold you still. “Make her feel like you want her.”

“You look so delectable, my love.” Ivar rushes out. He’s trying to keep his voice as steady as he can, but when Bucky starts moving his fingers harder, faster, he knows that’s going to be an impossible feat to accomplish. “Y-you’re so fucking gorgeous like this.”

“You can do better than that, sweetheart.” Bucky chides. “Tell her what you want to do to her.”

“I want to get my mouth on that pretty little cunt of yours.” he groans when Bucky spreads apart your folds, gives Ivar a good look at just how much you’re dripping. He focuses on just your clit, rubbing in tight, hard circles. “I’ll eat you out until you’re begging me to stop.”

“Is that all?” Bucky asks teasingly. Ivar shakes his head, sees the way you start to tense and knows you’re about to come.

“I’d fuck you slow, so slow until you’re slurring your words because the pleasure is that intense.” Ivar grinds out. His cock is pushing painfully against the zipper of his tight black slacks. He wants to get a hand on it, palm himself to relieve some of that pressure. But you said he couldn’t touch, so he’s gonna listen. “I’d make you come, over and over again. I wouldn’t come until you let me, until you were so euphoric that you were melting against those sheets.”

You come with a shout, nearly rolling off of Bucky as you writhed against him. Bucky fucks you through it, slowly easing the pressure until you settled down once again. You’re gasping for breath, gulping down air as he strokes your hair. 

“What now, babygirl?” Bucky questions. “You think he’s learned his lesson?” Your head tips side to side sluggishly. “No? What then?”

You grind against him, grinning when he moans into your ear. “Fuck me, soldier.”

You lift your ass, letting him shimmy his pants and boxers just enough to free his cock. It’s glistening, the head an angry pink as it drips precome. Ivar whines at the sight. “What’s wrong, babyboy?” you pout mockingly. “You want Bucky’s cock?”

“Please.” he whispers, hoarse. His eyes are watering as he watches you jerk the soldier off, whom of which has his tilted head back, eyes squeezed shut as you play with him. 

“Too bad, baby. It’s mine.”

“You can share, doll.” Bucky rumbles out. There’s a smile on his face. “There’s more than enough of me to go around.”

“Right now I’m not sharing. You’re mine until I say so.” 

“Yes ma’am.” Bucky shifts you around until his head is pressing against your entrance, hips clamping down heavily on your hips as he thrusts into you. You keen at the stretch, hands flying to your breasts as he bottoms out with a sigh. “How do you want me to fuck you, babydoll?”

Ruin me.” Your smile gets wiped away as Bucky starts drilling into you, taking no mercy as his hips slam into your ass. He’s biting down on the skin of your neck to muffle his noises, both of you watching as Ivar shifts helplessly in his seat. His face is red, shirt sticking to his skin from where he’s sweating.

It doesn’t take long before the two are are practically screaming your release. It takes a minute before Bucky’s recovered enough to slip out of you, his come dripping from your entrance and onto your thighs. 

“You think he’s had enough now, darlin’?” Bucky inquires. “You think he’s been good? You wanna let him clean you up?”

Ivar waits with baited breath, practically vibrating in his seat at the thought of getting his tongue on you. At your nod, he bounces out of his chair, lying between yours and Bucky’s legs on his stomach. “Be gentle, babyboy.” Bucky laces a hand through his hair, pulling him closer towards your cunt. “She’s sensitive.”

Ivar drags his tongue gently up your slit, making sure to avoid your clit. He slurps quietly, whimpering as he tastes both his lovers. You’re sighing softly at his ministrations, eyelids fluttering as you try to fight the exhaustion coursing through you. When your cunt’s clean, he licks over both your thighs, sucking kisses into the skin when he’s finished. 

“That’s a good boy.” Bucky praises. Ivar smiles shyly, licking the corners of his mouth.

“Have I been good enough to come?” he asks quietly, fearing your answer. Both he and Bucky look to you for an answer. “I need it. Please.”

“Let me take care of him, doll.” Bucky tells you. “I think he deserves it now. He was so, so patient, didn’t even touch himself once.”

Ivar could nearly cry in relief when you give the permission. Bucky gently slides you off of him, making sure you’re comfortable before pulling Ivar into a kiss. shushing him quietly when he mewls. “It’s alright, baby.” Bucky coos. He gets Ivar’s pants undone, sliding them down to his knees. 

The front of his grey boxers are soaked with the evidence of his arousal, his dick begging to be touched. Bucky pulls them down slowly before wrapping his flesh hand around it. Ivar hisses through his teeth. It only takes a handful of strokes before he’s coming, spilling over Bucky’s fist with a loud, startled cry. “There we go, baby.” Bucky whispers. “Feel better now?”

With a weary nod he grabs Bucky’s wrist, bringing it to his mouth to lick the come from his fingers. Ivar hesitantly turns his head to find you staring back at him. “I’m sorry.” he apologizes. “I love you.”

“I know you do.”


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Whipped…boyfriend!!! (PT4)

Y/N likes to think everything had gone back to normal after that dreadful morning. Harry hasn’t touched the subject, and he seems to be doing fine. She likes to think everything is okay, maybe he was just having an unpleasant day and there’s no point at even asking about it and upsetting him all over again. But she can’t erase the image of his body racking with sobs, eyes pleading and repentant. 

She wants to be able to get past it, but her mind keeps going back to how she’d cried silently while he was in the shower. How every minute that passed, sat alone on his couch, all she could think about was that there was a possibility that when Harry came out, he would tell her that he couldn’t anymore. He’d break her heart with words of ‘still wanna be your friend. We can still be best friends, like we were b'fo’.’ But it wouldn’t be like before.

She wants her mind to forget his gasps of ’m'sorry, love. M'so so sorry.’ But it’s like they’re forever etched into her brain. And every time she looks at his sleeping body next to her in the morning, it’s all she hears, those words.

So no, everything is back to normal in terms of appearances, but she’s been having an inner battle with herself that hasn’t let her sleep at night.

It’s been about two months or so since Harry’s breakdown. They’ve kept to their daily routine; breakfast, work, the occasional surprise lunches, and dinner among other things; but they don’t talk about it. And it’s like when she tries, Harry diverts the conversation to how thrilled he is to start Dunkirk promo, and of course Y/N can’t press the subject when Harry’s got a wide smile on his face, happy to recount and retell moments on set.

And though she still couldn’t forget about it, she’d enjoyed breaking routine, especially for the beautiful scenery that was a wedding in Hawaii. Harry had been a ray of sunshine. He had introduced Y/N to the few amounts of people that hadn’t met her yet. Some of them were interested enough to ask how Harry, a lad who didn’t often engage in proper relationships, had managed to pull such a beautiful lass. Y/N admits she’d gone a light shade of red at the comment, never one to confidently accept compliments, and Harry just wouldn’t shut up about her after that. Not until Y/N playfully slapped his arm after he’d brought up how she’d made him think she was going out with some other bloke, blatantly lying to him to his face.

He’d played about with a sweet little girl who’d taken a liking to him, boop'ing her nose and faking having tripped over something when she was chasing him, letting her tag him only for her to end up trapped in his arms. And she loved seeing him so content.

She loved the short stories everyone had to tell about a too drunk Harry who cuddled anyone from a friend, to a plant he thought was a friend. 

She can’t deny that she’d loved that he was showing her off too. Especially when his friends would make a comment about how whipped he was, which only made him smile wider as he kissed her hand (and she’d squirmed and giggled because his stubble did tickle some). 

It’s safe to say that by the end of that trip, everyone and anyone who’d watched Harry mindlessly kiss Y/N’s temple, arm slung around her shoulder whilst talking with his friends, were convinced they were it for each other. 

She had never really attended a wedding with him before either. And she realised that there was something about getting to see him in that setting that had her wanting exactly that for them one day.

So one can only imagine Y/N’s excitement when Pixie’s invitation arrived. She’d jumped at the idea of going to Spain, and being Y/N, Harry couldn’t deny her that. 

And now here they are. Watching the sun set over beautiful waters; rays of orange and yellow and blue adorning the sky. 

It doesn’t take much to convince Harry for a picture. All she really had to is smile at him and he was putty in her hands.

“Say cheese.”

“Wanna look sexy." 

"Harry! Just, show me those pearly whites." 

"Jus’ take the picture, love.” He’s adamant. 

“Harry.” Her tone monotonous, a hand at her hip like it as she glared at him, a smile playing at her lips.

“Wanna look cool, babe.” He chuckles.

She rolls her eyes, huffing jokingly and holding the phone up horizontally.

And though he’s not exactly smiling, Y/N can’t think of a better way it could’ve come out. 


Today is nothing short of a fairy tale for Y/N. Her arms around Harry’s necks. And Harry’s hands on her waist, swaying to none other than “Song Bird.” He takes to whispering the lyrics to her ear, and he can feel Y/N’s smile widen when she buries her head in his neck. 

Harry likes to think he’s a good dancer, even though he tries to abstain from any. But with Y/N, it’s different. He’d only halfheartedly tugged his hand back from hers when she’d tried to pull him up and off his seat, smile much too sweet to actually deny her of a slow dance. And although usually he has to have some amount of alcohol in his system to confidently show any of his moves off on the dance floor, Y/N has him spinning her around gracefully.

When the song nears the end, Harry gives her waist a squeeze before pulling away and taking her face in his hands, firmly pressing his lips to hers in hopes he could convey and express every ounce of love he was for her in that small gesture.

“Ye’ look beautiful, pet,” he whispers, lips grazing hers, pouting just the slightest for them to meet in a chaste kiss, “always look beautiful.”

“You’re too much,” she giggles, fingers wrapped around his wrists.

Harry can only press another kiss to her mouth, too drunk on love to care about anyone watching. 


Harry and Y/N are sat back at their table now. He’d groped at her hip and plopped her on his lap after the ninth song when Y/N began to complain about her feet hurting from walking around all day in heels. He’d moved her hair to fall over her shoulder and kissed across her back and at the exposed flesh of her neck. They stay like that for a while until he pats the side of her thigh, at which point she moves to her own seat. Silently, he gestures for her to lift her legs, and then grabs her ankles and brings her feet to lay on top of his lap. One by one he unstraps and slips off her heals and proceeds to dig his thumbs into the dip of her foot, alternating between the two. And Y/N can’t help but look at how her boyfriend’s brows furrow in concentration, the tip of his tongue peeking out from the corner of his lips as he works to ease the tension in the muscles. She hums at the touch, Harry smiling in accomplishment, and squeals when he starts tickling. 

“Went from a whipped friend to a whipped boyfriend! S'a step up Harold!” Grimmy pats his friend’s back, a lopsided smirk with a clear intent to insult plastered in his face.

And it’s certainly not helping that he’s helping her strap her heels back on. But again, he doesn’t mind being whipped.

It wasn’t the first time tonite that he’d made the remark either. He’d made it a game actually. The first was while they were conversing with Lou. Grimmy had cheekily strolled past them with a smirk and whisper of ‘whipped’. The second, Y/N was at the fruit bar helping herself to a plate, and Harry kept feeding bits into her mouth as she went about picking what she wanted. He’d offered to take her plate back to the table while she reached for the cutlery, and though Grimmy might have not meant for her to hear it, she still caught the faint ‘whipped’ directed at Harry. The third had been the most embarrassing, at least for her. They had been chatting to an elderly couple, the husband retelling of a vacation he’d surprised his wife with only to find out that cruises weren’t her cup of tea when she wouldn’t come out of their suite bathroom because even though it was smooth sailing, her tummy just couldn’t handle it. At one point Harry had perfunctorily brought up their intertwined hands and pecked at Y/N’s knuckles. Grimmy had, yet again, silently walked up behind them and sing-songed ‘whi-hipped’, at which point Y/N swung her arm around, overestimating her aim, and socked him where she thought would have been his shoulder but was really his neck. Harry had doubled over in laughter at that. Even the wife whose eyes had gone wide couldn’t hold back. After that, Grimmy didn’t bother him any, only playfully shot her a glare when their eyes met.

“Nice t’ see ye’ too, ass.”

Despite his comment, Grimmy leans down to press a kiss to Y/N’s cheek. “I’ll take tha’ as an invitation t'sit down with m'favourite couple." 

"Grimmy’s just jealous he’s got no one to rub their feet." Was it childish that Y/N stuck her tongue out at him? Maybe so, but that’s how their friendship works.

"Oh no sweets. Even if I did m'not touching anyone’s stinky feet.” Dry humour’s always been Grimmy’s specialty.

“Ye’ really are a catch mate,” Harry jabs, taking a swig from his water bottle. 

Grimmy narrows his eyes, “s'tha’ the same outfit ye’ were wearing not even two weeks ago, 'arry?”

“Heyyyy!” Y/N chimes, scolding Grimmy with the sternest face she could pull, “s'my favourite suit of his.”

“Yeh, s'her favourite suit of mine,” Harry mocks. And they all laugh.

After that, any intention Y/N had of staying sober went out the window the second Grimmy came up with the brilliant idea of a game where they’d have to take a shot every time George kissed Pixie. 

You’d think she’d turn it down after the last time she’d gotten sloshed and the fact she’d vowed to take it easy when she did decide to drink. But Grimmy had called her a ninny because ‘s’okay if ye’ can’t handle ye’ liquor, babe.’ And even if she couldn’t, which she thinks they both know he’ll probably end up the winner, she’s certainly not gonna give him the satisfaction of not even trying.

But now, looking back at it, 6 shots in and already feeling it, Y/N really should’ve known better, should’ve thought before hastily agreeing. Of course the bride and the groom are expected to share kisses various times throughout the night at their wedding party. And it was so like Grimmy to demand they kiss every ten minutes, Harry laughing and nodding his head in amusement, or disapproval, Y/N’s not entirely sure at this point.

But she does have to admit she’s having a grand time dancing to “The Time of My Life.” Harry dancing circles around her with his arms up, mouthing along and shoulder shrugging to the beat, an immense smile on his perfect face. She throws her head back in amusement, laughing lively. 

She secretly thanks the heavens that Harry isn’t partaking in any drinking, choosing to stick to water, allowing her to use him as leverage whenever she begins to stumble. 

“Okay, think she’s had enough, Grim,” the comment comes when Grimmy tries to hand Y/N another drink, only for Harry to take it himself and set it at the edge of the round table, away from Y/N who’s got her head on his shoulder and is beginning to fully lean into him from exhaustion. 

“Oh, poo, you’re no fun.” He sticks his tongue out at his sober friend before excusing himself when it’s announced that it’s time for cake.

“Feeling a'right, pet?” His thumb rubs circles on her palm where their hands clasp atop his thigh. 

“Hmm.” Her hooded eyes open a tad slighter when she feels his lips press a kiss to her head before pressing his cheek against her hair. "Yeah. Need to use the bathroom though." 

"C'mon, then.” He takes her hand into his, careful in helping her up, his free hand at the small of her back to steady her.

“M'fine, babe.” She smoothes out the wrinkles on the skirt of her dress and grabs her purse from the table. 

“Ye’ sure? Don’ mind going with ye’." 

"I’ll be fine.” And the giggle emitting from her mouth when she pecks at his exposed chest can’t be any more endearing. He watches her walk past tables of guests, a breath of relief to see she’s good on her feet despite the amount of alcohol she’s consumed.

He sits back down, singlehandedly undoing another button on his shirt as he brings his arm to rest on the back of the chair Y/N was just sitting on. 

And then…

Harry never thought he’d be seeing her face again. It took him a while to control his paranoia, his hyperactive mind conjuring up what he thought to be every possible scenario in which Y/N finds out about what he did. But not this one. 

It catches him completely off guard, his body stiffening at the sight. What throws him off even more is when she spots him and begins making her way to him.

The closer she gets, the farther he wants to get away. 

“Didn’t think I’d be seeing you again.” Her voice sends shivers down his spine. She’s looking at him with…desire? It’s all unappealing if he’s being honest. It feels like she’s trying to lure him in, the way her eyebrow is raised, eyes a bit squinty as she struts closer. He’s making it clear he’s uncomfortable, and if she realizes this, she doesn’t show it, and it doesn’t halt her either.

How was he to know she was a childhood friend of the groom? He’d never seen her at gatherings before that unfaithful night, but in retrospect, he too is guilty of going an endless amount of time without talking to his childhood friends. Harry thinks this is the universe’s way of punishing him for not coming clean. 

His brows furrow in concern. Y/N will be back any second and he’s sure she’ll ask who this woman standing before him is. And it could go one of two ways. 

Harry can introduce her as a friend, but that’d be betraying Y/N on a whole other level. Introducing the woman he slept with to his girlfriend. But he can’t do that. He won’t.

Or. Or what if this woman has the audacity to bring it up. What if Y/N finds out in the worst way possible. 

His hands are sweating in his pockets, body tense. 

“Left so early that morning. Didn’t even stay for breakfast.” The smug look on her face has Harry’s tummy twisting, and he really wants to slap her hand away the second her fingers make contact with the fabric of his suit, fingers running over at the lapel.

And he should stop her right there, but his throat is dry and he’s afraid the second he opens it to add how much of a mistake it was and that he has a girlfriend, is the moment Y/N over hears the conversation.

“You’re a good fuck, you know. Best I’ve ever had." 

He knows she’s trying to get a response out of him, anything that might assure her that he’d had a good time too. 

But he’s not able to get anything out when he notices her stare trail behind him.

"Harry.” Her voice just above a whisper, the sound of heels clicking against the ground growing closer.

No. No no no no. 

Bruised Hearts and Bloody Knuckles

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Y/N Pov

Sweat dripped off your face, occasionally mingling with a tear as the two droplets mixed together and left tracks on your face. The gym was essentially empty, especially considering it was almost midnight, aside from the employees and the one middle aged man on the opposite side of the room. You were lucky that this particular gym stayed open until midnight on the weekends. Lena cast a concerned glance your way every ten minutes or so, or rather whenever she looked up from her paperwork at the front desk. You had been there for several hours, stopping only when you absolutely needed water or a rest, and the young woman was beginning to worry for you. The music was turned down low, a soft hum, overpowered by the satisfying thud of your gloves against the leather bag hanging in front of you. Jab, cross, uppercut, hook, hook, uppercut. You chanted in your head repeatedly, your body following through the motions as you repeatedly punched the bag in front of you. The massive black bag swung slightly from the power with which you hit it, and you became so focused on beating the shit out of it that you stopped paying attention to anyone and anything around you. 

How could you be so stupid? Jab, cross, uppercut, hook, hook, uppercut. How could he be so stupid? Jab, cross, uppercut, hook, hook, uppercut. The events from earlier that day flashed and swirled behind your eyes, reminding you of the text messages that started it all. The way that he had completely disregarded how you would feel. Gritting your teeth, you swung at the bag harder, panting with effort. With a jolt, the bag swung backwards from the force of your hit, and you reached forward to grab it, resting your sweaty forehead against the leather and closing your eyes to take a breath. You took several shallow breaths, swallowing thickly to take in more air. There was absolutely no point in being angry. Even after years of being friends, Taehyung still couldn’t figure out that you liked him. You thought that by this point it would be obvious, considering every time he went on a date or talked about another girl you got a bit jealous. It was childish yes, but you couldn’t believe he still hadn’t figured it out.

A fresh wave of anger rolled over you as you remembered what he had said this time. “Princess syndrome” he had called it. Ignoring the protests from your legs and arms, you let go of the bag and sank back into your stance, rolling your neck and shoulders as you got ready to start your next round of punches. You took a deep breath before resuming your assault of the leather bag in front of you, brows furrowing in concentration, knuckles rubbing against the insides of the gloves despite wearing wraps.

“I didn’t know you boxed.” A deep voice spoke, startling you slightly as you went to deliver a cross. You chuckled dryly at his comment.

“I guess there’s a lot you don’t know about me Taehyung.” You replied, a hint of bitterness lacing your words. If he noticed it, he didn’t say anything. Out of the corner of your eye you could see him standing there, arms crossed as he watched you. Damn him. Why the hell did he always have to look so fucking attractive? You were supposed to be mad at him and then he shows up looking like a damn model. Shaking your head at your own thoughts, you delivered a particularly strong hook to the punching bag in front of you, the sound music to your ears. “How’d you find me anyway? I doubt you did it by yourself.”

Taehyung clenched his jaw ignoring the obvious jab at him, gritting his teeth before answering.

“Jimin.” Was all the boy said, his eyes locked on your figure as you landed blow after blow on the bag in front of you. You looked tired, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally as well. He could see it by the way your shoulders seemed to sag more and more after each punch.

“Bastard.” You muttered, cursing your other best friend under your breath between pants.

“Why did he know and not me?” Taehyung asked, failing to hide the slight edge in his voice. As if he realized how his question sounded he added quickly, “Or the rest of the boys for that matter.” You grinned to yourself, recalling how Jimin had discovered that you were a boxer. Grabbing the swinging leather bag, you smirked at the boy beside you.

“Who else do you think taught him?” You quirked your eyebrow teasingly, momentarily forgetting you were mad at the boy next to you. Taehyung’s eyebrows raised in surprise, recalling how Jimin had decided to try boxing before their Danger MV. Something about a more accurate portrayal. Even after the video was done, he had kept up with it. The others had always assumed it was simply because he liked it, but now Taehyung realized that it was because of you. It was simply a bonding activity with one of your best friends.

Staring at the boy in front of you, you finally took a moment to really take in his appearance. He was wearing a beanie, something that you felt should be illegal, and was dressed in his usual model-esque fashion. Clenching your jaw, you stopped yourself. You were mad at him, you reminded yourself. Eyes hardening, you angled your body back toward the bag and were readying yourself to punch again when a large hand grabbed your wrist stopping the motion of your arm. Your eyes trailed from the soft hand that had your wrist firmly in its grip, up to the brown eyes you had come to care for so much. Your lips parted slightly in shock at the situation you had found yourself in.

“Can we talk?” He asked you sincerely, his eyes searching yours for answers. You bit the inside of your cheek before you pulled your wrist from his hold, him easily letting you go.

“What’s there to talk about Tae?” You asked him, not meeting his eyes as you undid removed your hand from his grip, pulling your arms into your chest.

“Y/N, come on. We need to talk about what happened in the Group Chat today.” Taehyung said, making no move to stop you again as you returned to your punching combination.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You replied shrugging at his words as you delivered a solid right hook to the bag.

“You blowing up at me is nothing to you?” Taehyung scoffed in disbelief. You tensed and shot him a glare.

“That’s not what I said.” You grit out, eyes blazing as fresh waves of anger and jealousy rolled over you. Taehyung scoffed again, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow at you.

“Oh really? Because that’s what it sounds like you said.” His words snapped something inside of you. With a frustrated and guttural groan, you slammed your fist into the bag in front of you. Taehyung stiffened in surprise at your actions, you had never seemed this angry, or violent for that matter, before.

“That’s just it! You never fucking hear what I say!” You glared at the boy in front of you, your E/C eyes meeting his warm brown ones, the fire slowly freezing over and turning your glare cold. Not waiting for a reply you spun on your heel and stalked over to the bench where your bag sat, unstrapping the leather boxing gloves and throwing them on the ground.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Taehyung threw his hands in the air exasperated, following you over to the bench, an irritated expression gracing his usually jubilant features. You rolled your eyes at his ignorance.

“Oh! And let’s not forget what you said to me. ‘Princess syndrome’ I believe is what you called it, oh and petty and stupid too.” You sneered, reaching down to grab your previously discarded gloves and throw them inside your gym bag.

“Hey! You blew up at me for no reason first. Remember?” Taehyung retorted, his deep voice not holding any of its usual warmth. You froze at his words. Did he really have no idea why you reacted the way that you did?

“You really don’t get it… do you.” You mumbled, the break in your voice barely audible as you gingerly ran your fingers over your raw and reddened knuckles, turning to face him. Despite being wrapped, your several hour-long stint with the punching bag had left the tops of your knuckles red and raw, and a few of them were bleeding slightly. In hind sight, you probably shouldn’t have spent the first half an hour with the bag sans gloves, but you were in such an emotional rage that you didn’t care at the time.

“Damn it Y/N!” Taehyung slapped his hand against the wall next to him, causing you to jump slightly. He looked down at you, his height advantage, although small, making him even more intimidating. His eyes were blazing in anger and annoyance, but upon seeing you flinch they immediately softened. Dropping his hand, he followed your eyes to your knuckles, swearing under his breath. He reached for your hand slowly, but you drew your hands back into your chest.

“Don’t.” You told him softly, still not meeting his eyes as you slowly began to unwrap your fists. The anger he had felt previously now mingled with the feeling of hurt that had blossomed inside of him. First you hadn’t told him about what was obviously a large part of your life, and now you wouldn’t even let him help you.

“Why? What the hell did I do? Huh Y/N? What did I do?” Taehyung fired off his questions at you, his voice rising with each statement. You glared at him eyes blazing.

“You really don’t know?” You asked him, your voice barely a whisper. Although if you listened closely, you would be able to hear the note of sorrow that was buried beneath your words. Taehyung looked at you bewildered.

“If I knew, we wouldn’t be having this conversation!” He exclaimed, running his hand through his light brown hair in frustration. You looked at the boy in front of you. Even when he was angry he was undeniably beautiful. From his hair to his boxy smile that you adored so much. To the times that the two of you sat on the couch for hours binge-watching Anime. To the times that he had come to tell you all about a date that he went on. He was clueless about how much you cared about him. He had no idea how much it hurt when he ranted and raved about a date, how whenever he talked about how hot a girl was you would look her up on social media and compare yourself. How it felt like a knife in your chest whenever he came home from a date with a huge smile on his face.

“Why did I have to fall in love with an idiot?” You mumbled to yourself, not noticing the way that Taehyung’s shoulders tensed at your words. As soon as you realized that you had said your thoughts out loud your fingers stopped idly unwrapping your wrists and your eyes snapped up to meet his. The two of you stood wide-eyed and frozen for a moment before anyone spoke.

“What did you say?” Tae stuttered, his husky voice wavering in shock. You shook your head rapidly.

“I’m sorry. I just can’t get hurt anymore. I fucking can’t Tae.” You responded, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. He knew. He fucking knew. Your friendship was over. The two of you stood staring at each other for a moment in silence before Taehyung turned around and walked away. Your eyes glazed over in tears and you sank down to the floor, forgetting about the rawness of your knuckles and your half-undone wraps, drawing your knees to your chest and wrapping your arms around them. You took shaky breaths as you sat on the gym floor. Your skin was salty with dried sweat and your face was now streaked with tears as your shoulders shook, heaving with each sob.

Without warning, someone gently took your half-unwrapped fist in their hand and continued to unwrap it. At first you assumed it was Lena, but the hands were too large, and far too warm to belong to your friend. Your spine stiffened and you slowly removed your head from its place nestled between your knees. Taehyung was crouched in front of you, gingerly unwrapping your fist, his gaze trained intently on your raw knuckles. As the wrap dropped to the floor, you watched mesmerized as the boy in front of you reached beside him to grab the wet towel he had brought over and sat on the bench, using it to dab softly at the raw skin.

The two of you sat in silence as he cleaned and wrapped your knuckles with a roll of gauze he must have gotten from the front desk. After securing the wrapping on your right fist he brought your hand up to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your hand. You stared at Taehyung, your mouth dropping open slightly. He smiled his boxy smile, the one that you loved so much, at your expression.

“Why did I have to fall in love with an idiot?” He asked you softly glancing down at your now bandaged fists pointedly. You opened and closed your mouth at his words, as Taehyung’s eyes were trained on you.

“I…” You trailed off, “I thought you left.” You admitted pulling your hand up to wipe the streaks of tears from your cheek. Taehyung softly grabbed your hand, moving it to the side before he used his large hand to cup the side of your face, thumb wiping away a stray tear.

“I’m sorry for what I said.” He muttered softly to you as you unconsciously leaned into his palm. You gave him a half smile.

“I’m sorry I blew up at you…” Your voice trailed off as you bit your lip trying to regain control of your emotions. Taking a shaky breath, you looked over Taehyung’s shoulder, focusing your gaze on the one of the punching bags suspended over the gym floor. “Every time you talk about a date, or a girl, it felt like someone was punching me in the chest. I would compare myself every chance I got, trying to understand what was so great about them.” You chucked dryly, shaking your head at yourself, “I know its petty and stupid.”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry that I didn’t say anything to you earlier. Fuck, I’m sorry that I didn’t notice how upset you got whenever I talked about a date.” The deep voice of the boy in front of you drew your eyes back to him. He glanced down at your hands shaking his head in disappointment and disgust. “And now you’re hurt because I was a dick and you decided to take out all of your emotions on a punching bag.” You quirked the corner of your lips at his words.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that I box.” You said sheepishly. Tae looked at you in disbelief, your eyes widening as he threw back his head and laughed.

“How about we make it up to each other.” He suggested, a soft smile overtaking his features, watching you intently as he spoke, “Over dinner? Tonight?” You bit your lip as you stared at the boy you loved, his smile growing at your answer.

           “It’s a date.”

So this is the first imagine that I’ve ever written and posted somewhere so I hope you all enjoy it. And a huge huge thank you to the talented @texting-bangtanbts for making the awesome texts!

Taking Control (NSFW)

Today started off like any other day really, you were at school and just working through a work sheet when you felt a hand on your inner thigh. You knew it was Theo, your boyfriend of a few months. He teased you throughout the whole class and you had warned him you’d get him back.

So now you were at home, in your most sexual underwear, ready for Theo to come round.

And boy was he in for a surprise.

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Mine, All Mine

Pietro X Reader

request: (thanks! @incoherent-smiles ) hi! I saw that you’re taking requests and I’d love to make one! How about a Pietro x Reader, they get into a fight because he sees somebody flirting with Reader (Tony, maybe?).Full of angst, ending in Pietro teaching reader a smutty ‘lesson’ (if you know what I mean ;) ) also, DADDY!PIETRO. pretty sure he has a daddy kink

a/n: hi guysss! my drabbles and one shots have gotten quite a bit of attention and I’m so thankful! I couldn’t keep a smile off of my face. Please know that requests ARE open and that I’m pretty much willing to write anything! thank you all again :)

warnings: there’s some language, some drinking, and some sexy time! nothing too bad, but it is definitely smutty. bare with me, smut isn’t my strongest point! sorry if that isn’t your taste. more fluff to come! xoxo *not my gif*

Originally posted by fiveroses

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Not My Sister

Dean Winchester, Sister Winchester 

2350 Words

Story Summary:  Dean and his sister are captured by the Steins. Dean wakes up to see his sister hurt, and the mark takes over.

Author’s Note: An Anon request. “Could you do a one shot where Dean is captured by the Styne family and his little sister is there with him? He wakes up to see his sister hurt and the mark takes over.

As soon as Dean came home with the mark halfway hidden upon his arm, you knew things would change and not for the better. It was only a matter of time before it would take over, with someone getting hurt, or killed.

At first things seemed okay. Sam and Dean continued to hunt, looking for Abaddon while you stayed back, like always, manning the bunker and staying on top of research. Due to your somewhat normal life growing up, your half brothers had decided to keep you as far away from hunting as possible. While teaching you how to handle a gun and knife, they never expected you to actually use one.

When the deed had been done, and Abaddon had been taken care of, you thought things would be better. That was as far from the truth as possible. Dean’s spells grew worse, fighting the bloodlust had become much harder. Many times you were afraid to even run into him in the bunker’s hallway, not sure what direction his mood would have taken. He had never hurt you, but the look in his eyes, was enough to have you scurrying to you room.

It was there you were still, long after they had gone to help Charlie, a woman you considered a friend. Wishing she was okay, you had been forced to stay behind, due to the dangerous men following her. Not wanting to argue this time, you stayed back, looking through the various books the men of letters had procured, trying to find anything that would heal Dean. So far everything had been a dead end, and you were growing hopeless that you would ever find anything.

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Reckless Part 1

Character(s): Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: Violence, Angst…..! I’m so so sorry.

A/N: This was originally requested for Sebastian, but I could only think about scenarios for Bucky. So hold on to your seats.

Part 2

Originally posted by wintersthighs

Sitting at in the Quinjet trying to push aside all the aches and pains I’m feeling. The mission was successful but it was far from smooth. After months of trying to find the Hydra base, a tedious task, well hidden in a remote part of Siberia. We were split up into teams Bucky, Wanda, Myself, Tony - Captain, Natasha, Clint, Sam. 

Within 10 minutes of splitting we all got ambushed. Hydra was prepared but so were we. We took out 15 of the 20 men that attacked us. 

“Wanda on your right!” I yell blocking a punch, disarming the agent. Wanda using her powers to throw the agent into the last of their attackers.

Wanda and Tony secured the entrance while Bucky and I took out the rest of the agents. The last few standing were well trained than the rest. The agent charged at me, rapidly throwing knives. Dodging the first few grabbing two midair throwing them back, the agent falls to the floor lifeless. 

Bucky was surrounded by the last three. One lounging at him, he quickly starts throwing punches warding him off.

 I take knives out of my pockets tossing one at agent, one down. A agent sneaking up behind Bucky pulls out his gun aiming to kill. “BUCKY GET DOWN.” 

Bucky distracted by his current opponent doesn’t turn around. I quickly toss my other knife, the knife just missing him, he dodges and aims for me. I quickly flip and throw a punch. He’s quick, punching me straight in the jaw I tumble backwards. He aims for Bucky again, Bucky still holding off his opponent trying to turn around.

“BUCKY, MOVE.” I quickly charge at the Agent, he quickly turns his gun on me. Flipping, I kick the gun out of his hand, tackling him to the ground. I pin him down and start throwing punches.

“Y/N, Watch ou-” Bucky shouts. I feel the knife cut my arm, my grips slips and the Agent flips me over pinning me down. “You die for the soldier? You made an unwise decision” He growls, repeatedly swinging the knife. I can’t push his body weight off he’s too strong. Swinging the knife cutting you again “AAH!” 

He raises the knife, aiming to kill, Bucky kicks him off, one hit with his metal arm knocking him out cold.

Running over to me helping me up “Are you okay?!” 

“I’m fine Bucky” peeling back the fabric of my suit “I’ll just need to get a new suit, just minor cuts. I could’ve taken him you know” I chuckle.

Bucky is stone-faced shaking his head, his eyes scream disapproval. 

“What Buck?” Tony interrupts over the comm’s gives the meet up coordinates. ‘Understood’ Bucky turns off his comm, storming off. 

I trail behind him, confused at why he was upset when I covered his butt. Everyone straps in, I move down further to get the first-aid to clean my cuts.

“Buck, you alright? We got the files we needed and shut down the Hydra place. Something happen?” Steve questions his friend.

“I don’t know Steve, ask Y/N if something happened.” He growls.

“What are you talking about?” I mumble while peeling the band-aid with my teeth. “We all got swarmed by Agents, everyone finished their own fight. I told you I only have a few cuts, they aren’t deep at all so what’s the big dea-”

“The big deal is Y/N you’re always putting yourself at risk. You can be so reckless, no, not can be, you ARE reckless.” He stood up glaring. 

“Whoa Buck, I think you need to calm down.” Steve grabs Bucky’s shoulder trying to cool him down.

Bucky shoves him away. “NO. Y/N you always think that I can’t take care of myself in the field. I don’t need you watching my back all the time. 

“I was helping you out, what the heck is your problem? I had it under control.”

Raising his voice even louder “NO YOU DIDN’T. He had a knife to your face, you almost died. That was a irresponsible call, I can take the hits you can’t.” 

“I think you need to calm down Bucky.” Natasha says through her teeth. 

“Bucky, I was covering your back as your partner in the field I wasn’t going to let you get ambushed. I’m sorry I care so much and helped you out.” I stare at him.

“I didn’t ask for your help, I don’t need you to look out for me ever!” 

“Bucky I think you need to cool down” Steve pulls him back again.

I stand voice rising “So you want me to just stand back and watch you get beat to a pulp?!” 

“I could handle it myself Y/N, it’s better that I handle it instead of you constantly causing more issues on missions.” 

“What the heck are you talking about?! All I’m doing is helping you out! I’ve always had your back James in and out of the field.” 

Within a few strides Bucky was standing inches from my face. Towering over me, out the corner of my eye I saw Natasha defensively standing, ready to stop the situation. Steve uttering something, unable to catch it due to the fact Bucky was in my space, I could feel the heat radiating off of him. 

He was fuming “I don’t need you to have my back. I don’t need you. I. do. not. need. you.” 

“Barnes I think you need to sit down.” Tony says sternly.

“Bucky what in the world? You’ve stepped out of line, she was watching your back. And she has done nothing but support you outside of the field.” Bucky ignored everything Steve was saying.

I part my mouth to respond but I can’t find the words. My mind goes blank, the slight ache of my wounds don’t compare to the stab I felt in my heart.

Natasha pushed past Bucky, touched my shoulder, she knew how much I care for Bucky. Everyday those feelings grow stronger and stronger. They don’t matter anymore.

Staring at the floor I silently walk away taking the furthest seat away. I strap in keep my head down, folding my hands in my lap. Doing everything in my power to not let the tears that threaten to spill over to fall.

Apparently hours have passed since we have arrived back at the tower. The jet is filled with tension. Everyone gathers their things and silently exits, I unstrap grabbing my bag walking towards the ramp.

Bucky stands stopping me “Y/N, I..”

Staring straight ahead, avoiding his gaze I respond “No apology needed. I’ll be sure to ask for a transfer off your team first thing in the morning. Since my sincere actions have proven reckless. You don’t need me anymore. Understood Sergeant Barnes.” I walk around Bucky, tears stream down my face. That was the last day I spoke to him.

Part 2


Can I get a headcanon where the reader joins the Avengers? She’s a literal ball of cotton candy, rainbows and cupcakes plated in golden sunshine, too pure for this world. She’s very loving and invites the team to just give her hugs and kisses whenever they want, so they take her up on her offer because they all need that extra bit of love. Sorry this is so long. @itsmarshalltime98

You  ran on to the jet and got in the pilot’s seat. The mission was going south very quickly and if everyone was to get out safely, you would have to improvise a little, even if that meant disobeying Steve’s direct orders. You flipped the needed switches in between strapping yourself in. When you were ready for left off you went as fast is you could to where the team was. Your  mission had been different from everyone else’s. You were working on hostage extraction, but after getting the hostages to a secure location you heard  your team’s distress over COMMS.

“Natasha do you read me?” You questioned, knowing she’d be the only one with the mental capacity to respond at the moment.

“Loud and clear. Please don’t tell me you ran in to trouble with the hostages.”

“Absolutely not. They are at the safe house, but you guys need extraction.”

“Steve told you-”

“Well that’s not gonna matter if Steve is dead,” you contradicted. There was a beat of silence, in which you panicked, wondering if something had happened to Natasha.

“Are you over our position?” Natasha asked.

“Yeah, I’m looking for somewhere to touch down.”

“Give me a sec, I’ll send up a flare.”

You could see the various explosions happening in the Weapon’s facility the team was supposed to storm. You watched anxiously, hoping she’d find a safe place soon. As you waited, you promised yourself that you were going to give Steve the lecture of a lifetime about biting off more than he can chew.  Tony flew by the jet and seemed to pause when he looked at you.

“It’s good to see you,” he spoke over COMMS.

“I’m glad you’re alive.  Nat’s finding a place for me touch down. I need you guys moving to that point ASAP.”

“Spangles won’t be happy.”

“Yeah but he’ll be alive.”

You noticed the bright red flare go up, and you hurried to the sight leaving Tony behind. You were the best pilot the world had ever seen able to glide through the sky with your aircraft more gracefully than a bird. Stealth flying was your specialty which is why you were employed to get the hostages.  The clearing was small, and entry was difficult but you touched down without any difficulty.

“Captain,” you called, hoping he was listening.

“Y/N tell me that jet in the sky wasn’t you.”

“It absolutely was. Sending you extraction coordinates.”

“Coming your way,” Wanda responded.

You opened the hatch so Natasha could board. She lumbered on holding her side as if wounded. You unstrapped to meet her and help her sit down. As she sat, you snagged a medical kit and got ready to do what ever was necessary so she could last until you got back to the compound.

“It’s not that bad,” Natasha breathed out. She could barely pull in breath for the pain.

“You don’t have to act tough, "you smiled shaking your head a little. You unzipped her suit so you could properly treat the wound, "It’s like you really wanna swear off bikini’s,” you joked to keep the atmosphere light. She laughed a little, wincing at the pain it brought.

“Yeah, I bet I’ll look horrible in them now,” she rolled her eyes. You cleaned the wound quickly, keeping an ear out for anyone over COMMS.  Wanda soon bounded on to the plane with Vision at her tail.

“Falcon, Captain what’s your position?” you asked as you placed gauze on Natasha’s wound.

“We’re a little caught up,” Sam responded.

“Listen her dynamic duo, I want you hauling ass to the jet. Natasha’s hurt she needs an actual doctor.”

“Natasha?” Steve called.

“Yeah, it looks bad. Maybe hurry it up grandpa,” she grumbled. You smiled at that. Tony came on next, the face plate on his went up to show his face.

“It is good to see you, Y/N. I was afraid you were going to be a teacher’s pet on this mission.”

“I’ll disobey wrong orders any day, Stark.”

“Ooo Captain, you hear that? I think your good noodle is going rogue.”

Steve and Sam walked on to the jet looking worse for wear. Sam sat next to Natasha letting his head rest against the wall. You hurried to the pilot’s seat to get your team out of there.

When you made it back to the compound, you helped Natasha to the medical wing and set upon looking after the rest of the team.

“Is everyone else okay? Anybody have a boo-boo you need me to kiss better,” you joked lightening the mood. Sam smirked, then pretended to be hurt.

“I took a hit right here,” Sam touched his cheek, “will you kiss it better?”

“Of course,” you kissed his cheek, playing along.

“I want in on this action,” Tony announced, and you naturally went over to kiss his cheek too, “And one on the other side.”

You laughed but obliged him.

“Come on, let me get you a drink,” Tony went to the bar to start his after mission ritual of drinking until somebody took the liquor away. You sat on the couch beside Wanda and turned on the T.V. She naturally rested her head on your shoulder while you flipped lazily through the channels.

“How are you Wanda?” you asked absently.

“Just tired,” she sighed.

You took the blanket off the back of the sofa and gave it to her, “Take a nap. Honestly you all need rest,” you glanced behind you where you knew Steve was sitting in one of the arm chairs. He like preoccupied with his thoughts. You elected not to bother him. After particularly trying missions he had the tendency to be distant. He would come talk to you later.  Tony sat down on your other side with a drink and settled in to watch T.V. with you and Wanda. Sam left to go take a nap in an actual bed.

When the full weight of the day had finally settled on you, you coaxed the rest of the Avengers to go to bed, before checking on Natasha. She was in her own room, under orders to rest for the next few days. She smiled a little at the sight of you.

“I thought you’d be in bed by now, sunshine,” she spoke the nickname with a slight smirk. Tony was responsible for the name, it just happened to stick.

“I’m headed that way, I just thought I’d check on you. Is there anything I can get you?”

“I’m fine, thanks,” she assured.

“Welp,” you pulled in a deep breath as you looked around the room to be sure you weren’t needed, then let the breath out, “Okay. See you in the morning,” you kissed her forehead, “Good night, sweet dreams.”

Natasha smiled a little wider at that, “Good night, Y/N.”

You left the room with the intentions of taking a hot shower then crawling into bed. As you passed the common room, you noticed a form out of the corner of your eye. It was Steve, he was sitting in the dark room probably brooding. You came to stand in front of him.

“Steve, what’s up with you?” you asked, waiting for him to make eye contact with you. He pulled in a startled breath, then blinked as if clearing his eyes of fog.


“Don’t give me that. Tell me, what’s wrong.”

“I nearly got the team killed, and Natasha…”

“She’s fine, so is everyone else.”

“But they wouldn’t have been if you had followed my orders.”

“Well that’s what a team is for Cap. We have each other’s back. You did what you thought was best. Your intentions were good and everything turned out fine. So all you can do now is learn from the mistakes made and carry on.”

“You make it sound simple,” he laughed a little.

“It is simple, it just might not be easy,” you shrugged, “Come on, get to bed.”

As he stood up, you grabbed him in a tight hug, “You’re still a great leader. You’re just human,” you assured.

“I don’t know what this team would do without you,” he admitted.

“You’d be very emotionally constipated. I mean you guys don’t hug each other. You just have weird vague conversations. I love all of you though,” you teased.

~ Mod Lillian

three weeks early (3)

this is probably the worst time for this bc of the video but why not

thanks @illuminateeshawn for the help


all you could remember before everything went black was that your little girl wasn’t crying, which wasn’t good at all, and the herd of doctors telling you not to fall asleep all while shawn was standing behind them, scared that he may lose his baby and his wife. and then it all faded to darkness. you couldn’t help it, you tried not to fall into unconsciousness, but it happened too fast.

you stirred, touching your head, wincing as you did and soon enough the memories of earlier came flooding back to you. your baby didn’t make it. after everything you did to have a successful pregnancy and a healthy baby, she didn’t make it. you began to think that maybe, just maybe if you didn’t go and greet fans outside the venue, she wouldn’t have come early and you would have your little girl with you on time. if only you had listened to shawn, none of this could be happening. but the nurse did say it was her umbilical cord, so was it their fault for not catching it sooner? you didn’t even want to think about how shawn was feeling right now. did he blame himself? was he sitting outside in tears seeking the comfort of his parents? did he blame you for not listening to him?

looking around your room that was once full of joy as you and shawn waited to welcome your baby into the world, was now sad and grey. the sun that shone through the white blinds yesterday was now grey, gloomy and rainy. there was nobody in here with you, not even shawn, which alarmed you. your eyes started to water as you glanced down at your noticeably smaller belly, knowing that the little human in there was gone. she wasn’t in the crib where she should be, or the nursery, or even in shawn’s arms. she would never get to experience life, shawn wouldn’t get to spoil her rotten (even though he said he wouldn’t), and the thought alone brought you to uncontrollable tears. you couldn’t keep it in anymore, you let the tears flow freely and you didn’t even try to stop them. the fact that you were alone hurt too, you needed someone, you needed family, you needed shawn. weren’t couples supposed to grieve together at a time like this? where was he? you noticed he already removed all the baby things out of the room, her carseat, her clothes, even the little toys shawn’s family brought.

letting out an aggravated scream, you finally decide to get let it all out. “no,” was all you could say over and over and over until someone came in the room.

“mrs mendes,” a nurse burst through the door, “mrs mendes are you okay?” she rushed over to you, checking your vitals and head and iv all while you were sobbing uncontrollably. she asked you generic questions like ‘how are you feeling?’ and ‘how long have you been awake?’ all which you did not answer. you were beyond mad at the nurse, the same nurse who didn’t notice earlier that something was wrong with your child. it was her fault. her fault that your life had completely taken a turn for the worse.

“my baby is gone and all you can ask is how long i’ve been up?” you sobbed, “you didn’t catch it sooner! she could still be here if it wasn’t for you!” you clutched the pillow to your face and screamed again. no matter how many times you screamed, yelled, cursed, or threw things, it didn’t change the fact that she was gone, no matter how much you wished it did.
“mrs mendes what-” the nurse started, but you cut her off before you could finish.

“don’t say anything! there is nothing you could say to make this situation any better! can you bring her back? no.” you yelled as she removed the pillow from your strong grip. you balled your fists in attempt to keep the slightest bit calm, but failed when she tried to put her hand on your shoulder. you harshly pulled away, wincing at the pain from moving too fast. you had forgotten about the pain up until now, you had been too consumed in the loss of your baby to think about physical pain. the doctor rushes in next, trying to calm you down but it didn’t work. all you wanted right now was the comfort from your husband, the only one who knows how you’re feeling right now.

they tried to stop you as you slid out of the bed in search for shawn, they held you back but you pulled away, not caring if you were too weak right now.

“y/n just stay put, we’ll call shawn for you.” the doctor said, exiting the room with the nurse following behind him. as soon as they left, you were on your feet, but as fast as it took for you to stand, you were on the floor. you fell with a loud thud, you legs giving out on you the second your feet touched the floor. you cried as you were unable to get back up, you were too weak.

“y/n!” the voice of your husband called as he rushed into the room, swiftly picking you up bridal style as you sobbed into his shoulder.

“my baby’s gone shawn, she’s gone!” you cried, “she’s gone,” your voice was down to a whisper as he gently set you down on the bed, even shawn was unable to comfort you. “she’s gone.” you clung to him as he tried to talk, but your loud sobs cut him off every time.

“y/n, she’s-”

“i don’t want to hear it shawn,” you cried, finally letting go of shawn. you watched as he walked out of the room again, not saying a word. the tears didn’t stop, in fact they continued as he walked out of the room, leaving you alone yet again. he reappeared seconds later, this time with a small pink bundle in his arms. your eyes widened at the sight, you pressed both hands to your mouth, your tears of sadness quickly becoming tears of joy.

“y/n,” he whispered, gently taking the pink blanket off her and setting her on your chest. “meet ava aaliyah mendes. our daughter.” you sobbed of happiness, clutching the little girl further into your chest.

“hi babygirl,” you whispered, softly running your finger over her tiny features. “it’s so nice to meet the little girl who’s been kicking me for 9 months.” shawn smiled at the two of you, his two beautiful girls. “it wasn’t exactly nine, she’s early.” he said, sitting next to you on the bed and lightly kissing your cheek before turning his attention back to his girl. “she’s beautiful,” you say, kissing the tip of her little nose, hoping she wouldn’t wake up. she looked too peaceful to be woken.

“of course she’s beautiful, she’s almost a spitting image of you. except she has my eyes.” shawn said, smiling at the baby and then at you. “i can’t believe you thought she didn’t make it.” he chuckled.

“i passed out before she cried, i thought she didn’t make it. you weren’t even here when i woke up, it was a disaster.” you said, “and to make it worse the nurse was being annoying and all the stuff we brought isn’t in here anymore.”

ava squirmed in her sleep, letting out the smallest whimper. you cooed at the sight, unstrapping the top of your hospital gown and setting her on the newly exposed skin of your chest. “It’s okay baby,” you said before she started crying, quickly putting her back in her peaceful sleeping state.

“i brought all the stuff into the recovery room, where you were supposed to go but you passed out so they had to bring you back here. my parents and aaliyah are there still, they can’t get enough of her.” he whispered, his attention still on the baby. he rested his hand on her back, his large hand being about twice her size.

“how’d they like her name?” you yawned. you two decided to make her middle name aaliyah, considering you also chose her to be the godmother which she didn’t know yet.

“liyah cried,” shawn laughed. “she held her more than i did to be honest with you.”

“does she know?” you asked, hoping shawn didn’t ask her to be the godmother without you there.

“no, i thought you could be the one to ask her.” he said, taking the baby from you and placing her so her head was resting on his shoulder. “she’s so small,” he cooed. “she’s my entire world, both of you are.” you let your head rest on his other shoulder and you felt him press a quick kiss to the top of your head then doing the same to ava.

you smiled, enjoying this time alone with your now family of three. you couldn’t be happier.

I should have been there.

Request from anon:I’d like to request Bucky x reader where she’s like 13/14 and he found her inside a hydra base while on a mission. She’s terrified at first of everything but warms up. Tony traces her DNA to figure out who her family is and they find out she’s Buckys. Hydra had him breed with a mutant to create a new asset and she’s the final result.

Note: I’m so sorry! I got COMPLETELY carried away with this. Unfortunately there isn’t loads where the reader is actually awake but I really hope I did your request justice with what I wrote <3

Bucky x Daughter!Reader

Words: 2,602

Warnings: Swearing, flashbacks, mentions of what could be deemed as rape. I think that’s all. If I have missed anything let me know!

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3

There  were rumours that Hydra had a secret compound over in England, one of the few countries that hadn’t been overrun by them yet, and although there wasn’t a mountain of evidence to support the rumours there was enough for Shield to ask for the help of The Avengers. 

The journey over in the jet was long and one of members of the team in particular was beginning to grow rather restless. 

“They have shield agents in London right….so why are we having our arses dragged over here?” 

Bucky was never the most enthusiastic when it came to dealing with Hydra, knowing that the smallest of slip ups could cause him to become their prisoner once more, and if that happened all the memories he had managed to gain back would be gone and he would know of nothing but his murderous ways The Winter Soldier. So his mood was already pretty low…add a ten hour flight on top of that and he wasn’t even going to try and hide his distaste for the situation. 

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Cirque du Bangtan : A Carnival of Souls (Taegi/BTS)

Genre: Smut - Vampire!AU, Circus!AU, Detective!AU

Words: 14.5K+

Author: Admin Kaycie & Admin JP

Summary: Staring BTS as the exclusive circus troupe behind the nation’s biggest unsolved mystery. In the height of their fame, can Detective Kim Taehyung find the connection between the thousands of corpses turning up suddenly and tie it to the ethereal beings of the bangtan troupe- or will he fall as yet another victim claimed by Cirque du Bangtan, the carnival of souls?

Tags: Smut, Blood Play, Dirty Talk, Double Penetration, Oral Sex, Bukake, Pet Kink, Vampire!AU, etc.

Originally posted by iamyoonseoktrash

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No Such Thing As Bulletproof

Pairing/Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: fluff, kidnapping, swearing, angst, violence, blood
Summary: You’re captured by Hydra Agents who want revenge on your boyfriend, Captain America. The actions of one agent would make you do something you will never forget.
Word Count: 2k+
A/N: This is for Kate’s Cards Against Humanity Challenge with the card, “My first kill”! HAPPY 1 YEAR AND 2k KATE!!! YOU DESERVE IT SO MUCH!!!!

Originally posted by captainamerica1-6

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After Ubbe his request, some of you asked for Ivar his so here it is! I’m not much of a smut writer so hope I did a good job at it. Thank you guys, wouldn’t write this if I didn’t feel a little comfortable around here.

Warning: NSFW
Words: 3963

Tags: @whenimaunicorn @itharley @miss-brightly-red @raekenimages @alexa040004 @sereniti9 @rockyrascal @ceridwenofwales @sugakookiexx@tiyetiye

This was it, your first kiss. A kiss were a lot of people were looking at and your family had certain hopes for. You weren’t kissing the farmers boy from next door, you were kissing the prince of Kattegat, Ivar the Boneless. This may be the first kiss, it wasn’t the first time you saw each other. Your father was a loyal friend of Ragnar, serving a lot in his company you spend a lot of time in the great hall, grew a little up between the sons of Ragnar. But Ivar … nobody liked Ivar, nobody cared about Ivar because until two seconds ago he held his ego high, showing everybody he owned this marriage as much as he owned you. But kissing the boy you saw often sit on the beach gazing over the ocean was something else. You always imagine marrying Ubbe because he was the kind and sweet brother. Ivar … you never really liked Ivar but here you stood, an arranged marriage between both your parents. And when you kissed him, here and now you felt something different, something you knew that had to be there. You often caught glimpses from another Ivar, feeling how soft his lips were, how small his hand seemed against your side it couldn’t be nothing other than that Ivar had some kind of a weak vulnerable side.

The feast eased your nervous feeling a little. Stories got around, words had been said, Ivar couldn’t satisfy a woman, he couldn’t give a woman children, he didn’t work down there. You didn’t want to believe those stories but it made you realize that this night would be not only akward, probably his temper would take over. The people stepped away when he crawled his way to you through the great hall, his dark blue eyes locked with yours when he pulled himself up in his seat. You swallowed, offering him a cup of ale. He took it from you, a finger ticking against the side when he studied your face.
‘What?’ You asked politely.
‘Nothing, just looking.’ He smiled against his cup before drinking. ‘Hopefully you will be a good wife.’ He followed not far after. You looked down, forcing a smile on your lips before looking back to him.
‘I will try to please you Ivar.’ You nodded. He bowed a little closer, kicking his cup against yours.
‘Good.’ He whispered, placing a kiss against your temple. You turned your head, relieved your sister was approaching with that bright smile and secure look.
‘Sister,’ she nodded to you before she turned her attention to Ivar. ‘can I borrow your wife for a dance?’ She asked him, not scare about the look he gave, not impressed by his attitude. You better would be a little more like her. You hopefully looked aside to Ivar, praying for yourself he would let you go.
‘Off course,’ he nodded, looking aside to you. ‘love to see you dance.’ And something in those words made you shiver, stand up faster and running of with your sister. She took your hands, dragging you to the middle of the great hall before she started to dance.
‘Big mouth, small heart.’ She advised you.
‘I hope you are right.’ You signed, moving underneath her arm, smiling because of the dance. You relaxed a little in the company of your sister, the ale you had up already. When you turned around and looked over to Ivar his was gauging you with his blue eyes. You turned around your body, smiling shyly before you turned back to your sister. ‘Any last advise?’ You asked her.
‘It’s Ivar the Boneless Y/n,’ she began, pulling you away, after the dance was ended, to the side of the room. ‘you will be the safest human being in Kattegat if he starts loving you.’
‘If.’ You muttered.
‘Sister, you know what I told you, Ivar isn’t any different. Yes, he can’t walk and they say he can’t satisfy a woman but he reasonable, he is good looking.’
‘Sister, you aren’t helping. You have a husband and two kids, I have,’ you lost your voice.
‘You have Ivar, Ivar the Boneless, yes, he is ruthless, angry, it’s your task to change that. Go,’ she turned your around, pushing you further. ‘Be a good wife.’ She teased you. You threw her an angry look and she smiled. ‘My sister is married to a Ragnarsson, I’m just proud of her.’ She winked while you trailed back to the table were Ivar sat. He hardly lost eye of you, even if he was talking to his brother he was watching you. Caught in his gaze you almost bumped into his other brother, Hvitserk.
‘Y/n, ready to satisfy my brother.’ He asked, chuckling looking down your body.
‘I don’t know what’s worse, that of having you as a brother from now on.’ You reacted. He laughed while you walked aside him back to Ivar.
‘I like you already.’ Hvitserk called after you. You smiled until you caught Ivar his glare again.
‘He was joking.’
‘When is he not.’ Ubbe replied in his brothers place. You nodded respectfully to him before pointing your attention back to Ivar. But despite seconds ago he wasn’t looking at you, he looked to the people.
‘Ivar?’ You asked, following his look into the great hall.
‘I think it’s time for my brother to pull back out of this feast.’ Ubbe began, wrapping his fingers around Ivar his neck, shaking it a little. ‘Hmmm?’ He teased. Your mouth dried out with those words, knowing he wasn’t talking about taking some fresh air or sleep. Every wedding demanded a wedding night and to be honest … you didn’t want it to happen. You hardly knew him and what you knew was his hard dark side, the childish comments, the harsh observations, his dominance. You swallowed, looking towards the glares Ivar and Ubbe changed with each other before he gestured to his other brother. Everybody fell silent when Ubbe and Hvitserk carried their brother outside, you looked aside to your sister and her husband before following the three brothers to one of the houses. Your hands felt sweaty, standing still before the house to feel your burning up cheeks you looked how the brothers left Ivar behind. ‘Y/n.’ Ubbe said, hurrying outside, petting your shoulder.
‘Don’t go to easy on him.’ Hvitserk chuckled, stumbling over his own drunk feet while he walked after his brother. You looked after him before taking a deep breath and walking in.

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Take It Out On Me [PT.1]

Summary: Yoongi/Reader/Hoseok. When your boyfriend neglects you one too many times, the only thing left for you to do is run to his best friend for comfort. 
Genre: Angst/Smut
Warnings: Cheating
Words: 3,048
A/N: Inspired by Florida Georgia Line’s “Take It Out On Me.”


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Misconceptions-Chapter 5


Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Natasha x Bucky, Platonic Tony x reader.

Warnings: ANGST. Pregnancy, violence, insecurity and self-loathing, Mutant reader (powers similar to Jean from X-men with a little immortality thrown in) smut. Tiniest amount of fluff

Originally posted by luvinchris

moye serdtse-my heart


His screams fracture the dream your having, searing into your mind, you have no defense against it, you sit bolt upright in bed, breathing heavily trying to pin point the danger, your sleep hazy mind taking its sweet time catching up with reality, it takes you a minute to realize the screaming is coming from Bucky’s room, you scramble out of bed, not bothering to find your pajama pants, you can feel his terror in your mind, seeping into your every pore as you run down the corridor to his bedroom, you slowly open the door, your heart shattering at the sight before you, Bucky’s back is arching off the bed, his hands fisted into the bed sheets, sweat pouring off him in waves, small whimpers leaving him in between screams, you know better than to approach him, instead you stand at the foot of the bed and gently call into his mind “Bucky, you’re dreaming” he relaxes slightly “moye serdtse, come back to me, you need to wake up” he gasps, one final scream leaving him as he flies out of bed into a defensive position, his eyes scan the room, landing on your form at the edge of the bed “I’m not going to hurt you Bucky, Take a deep breath” you say calmly, he closes the distance between you in two short strides, pulling you fiercely against his chest, he sobs into your hair “don’ please, don’ do that again, you can’ do that again, I need ya, please” you don’t bother asking him what he’s talking about, he’s not going to tell you, he never does “shh Buck. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. I promise” his hold on you tightens, “stay” he pleads “stay, I sleep better when you’re here” he’s staring at you with a look you can’t decipher “yeah buck” you reply “I’ll always stay with you”



“you have a baby” Bucky dumbly states “Where’s Tony?” you reply numbly making shushing noises at Adriana, “you have a baby (y/n), why do you have a baby?!” He asks, voice climbing with every syllable “Where.is.Tony” you spit out through clenched teeth “you left. In the middle of the FUCKING NIGHT AN’ YOU CAN’ EVEN TELL ME WHY THERES A BABY STRAPPED TO YA CHEST” oh man he’s mad. Oh shit he’s beyond angry “can you keep it down James? You’re scaring her” you hiss as Ari starts to wail “I do not owe you an explanation James, in fact I don’t owe you a single damn thing, so where. Is. Tony” you spit, “no, ya aint runnin’ out on me again doll, you an me are gonna discuss why there’s a child strapped to ya and why you left me. Right now,” he replies, calm, angry Bucky is not a good Bucky.” Left you? I did not leave you James, there was no us, you made that abundantly clear when you started dating Natalia, when you told me I was nothing but a mistake” you falter “so you can shove any notion of an explanation up your ass because you aren’t getting shit from me” he groans “look kitty, I know I hurt ya, I was a fuckin’ idiot an I’m sorry I really am, I tried ta talk ta ya but you would-“ “hurt me?” you cut him off “no James what you did was so far beyond the realm of hurting me it’s ridiculous” you whisper “you broke me James, and there isn’t anyway I’m coming back from that” he stares at you stunned as you push past him “and if you ever call me kitty again I will rip your throat out. With my teeth” you add as you make your way to Tony’s lab.

Bucky fucking Barnes your fuming, furious, your hands are shaking, Ari is screaming bloody murder as you unsuccessfully try and sooth her, your running through every curse word in every language that you know, you’re covered in blood, running high on adrenaline and anger and you’re going to murder Tony.

“you better be in here Stark” you yell, hearing various implements crash to the floor “Kitty? Jesus, I got your message what the hell happened out there kid? How did they find you? You were secure!” he asks, frantically checking you and Ari for any injuries “I don’t know T, I did as you asked, I made no friends, I didn’t go out unnecessarily, you said you had the threat under control?” you’re so, so tired “I did, I had no indication that HYDRA knew where you were there’s been no chatter. Not a peep” he says “you okay kid? You’re looking like shit” he adds. “I had a run in with Bucky on the way up and I’m dead ass tired, Ari nearly got taken and right now I wanna wake up from this obvious fucking nightmare I’m having” silent tears are running down your face, you don’t notice “you need sleep Kitty cat, give the baby to me I can take care of the little monster while you get cleaned up and rest, I’ll send out for supplies and clothes” you breathe out a sigh “you sure T?” “yes, now give me my goddaughter, you’re of no use to either of us in the state you’re in” you bark out laugh “such a charmer you are Tony” you reply as you unstrap Ari “she needs to eat, she missed her feeding, and a bath won’t hurt her either” you add. “you got it mama” he winks.


(y/n) you need to get out. Now” Tony barks through the phone “I intercepted HYDRA intel, they know where you are and that you’re pregnant, we need to move you” panic, Blind searing panic “how? Why? I don’t understand T, I’m inconsequential” you breathe into the receiver “I’m not important enough for them to come after me T” you take a breath “what the fuck is going on?”

“I wish I knew kitty cat, be ready to go in 5”



Making a quick stop in Steve’s room you grab a shirt and a pair of joggers, you’re covered in dirt and sweat, drops of blood covering your clothes, you need a shower desperately, and a solid 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep, you moan at the prospect, you can’t remember the last time you slept through the night, Ari needed to feed every 2 hours and you were running on empty. Trudging back to your old room you find Bucky sitting on your old bed, you sigh “James I can’t do this with you right now” you speak plainly too tired to go another round with him “well then ya best listen doll face, ya haven’t let me say my peace, an’ I need ta get this out” “James please not no-“ He interrupts you “for once shuddup an’ listen ta me alrigh’?” his face is deadly serious, brokering no room for protest, “fine. Say what you have to say, and then leave” you answer, he sighs, “Ya left me, Alone, no explanation, no warning, I mourned ya, ya know?” he falters “I loved ya for so long and you were just gon’, I couldn’ put the pieces together in my mind, why ya jus left like that” your crying, breath coming out in short pants “I knew I had hurt ya after the las’ fight we had, I knew I was an idiot, an’ Natalia offered comfort, I thought i loved her,I couldn figure out what I wanted, who I wanted” you can get through this (y/n) squeezing your eyes shut  “ i ended it with Natalia as soon as i figured out you left,she was a replacement for who i wanted an’ i hurt her too“ he looks disgusted with himself “i looked for ya, i spent months tryna find ya, i felt like i was goin’ insane without ya” his lips curl back into a snarl “you are so deeply in-bedded in who i am, i don’ know what i am without ya, ya saved me from the dark, an’ i pushed ya into it”

“an then ya march back into my life bold as brass, with a baby strapped ta ya, covered in dirt and blood,with that fuckin’ attitude that makes me wanna tear my hair out, an’ ya shattered my heart all over again (y/n)” tears are streaming down his face, Dont let him in You think “I know the babies mine (y/n) an ya aint gonna keep her from me, I’m gonna be her daddy, whether ya wan’ me ta or not” he adds “give me a chance, Kitty, I can make this right, I can be who ya need me to be, please all im askin’ for is a chance” he pleads. God how you want to give in, you want to wrap yourself in Bucky and never let go. You want to be a family, you want Ari to have both parents, but how do you know he wont turn tail when he starts to doubt again? No, Ari comes first. Always Adriana.

“I won’t stop you from being Adriana’s father James” he brightens instantly.

“but you and I, we can never be anything more than we are now. Too much has happened, I’m your second-choice James, your consolation prize, I was just a mistake to you, you said so yourself, I can’t” you sigh “I can’t do that again Buck, I can’t go through that again, I cant put my daughter through that”

“I’m gonna prove ya wrong doll” he stands to leave

“ya were never my second choice” he adds “ya were the only choice.”

“an I was a fool ta only realize that after ya were gone”

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Deku and Kacchan stuck at like a bus stop (or something) in the pouring rain.

“It isn’t letting up, Kacchan.”

“No shit, Deku.”

The two of them stand in silence at the bust stop, the sound of rain being the only thing that’s making any noise between them. 
Izuku grips onto the straps of his backpack, as his green eyes shift from the sidewalk up to Katsuki beside him. It had been a long time since they had to stand so close together. Normally they would have parted ways by now- one of them sitting in the front of the bus, while the other sat in the back… Its strange how their friendship is like that. Most people don’t think of the relationship between them as ‘friendly’, but Izuku knows. He knows better than anyone. He and Katsuki are closer than meets the eye.. now he isn’t sure how to fully describe what they have. But he knows he wouldn’t give it up for anything in the world. Katsuki is special, and Katsuki is important to him. Very important..

“I have an umbrella..” Izuku speaks up finally, sliding his backpack off his shoulders. He begins to unzip it, when Katsuki scoffs.

“So? What the fuck is that gonna do??”

Izuku’s lips curl into a crooked smile as he pulls the small umbrella from his bag. He quickly zips it up again, before swinging the straps over his shoulders once more.

“Well.. I was thinking..maybe we can share it and walk home together?.. um.. we’re close enough..” his words are hesitant and unsure. He sure hopes Katsuki will agree, or at least not bite his head off for the suggestion.

The ash blonde shoots a glare Izuku’s way. He huffs in pure annoyance, as he turns his attention back toward the harsh rain fall. It isn’t too obvious, but there /is/ a light dusting of pink touching Katsuki’s cheeks and ears, as he thinks over Izuku’s request.

“Fuck.. that thing isn’t big enough for two full grown people.. but fuck it. Fine.” Katsuki nods his head, before stuffing his hands deep into his pockets. “Lets get going already, Deku. Hurry up. ”

Izuku’s face lights up in excitement and relief. To have Katsuki agree– its a miracle! With out another moment to spare, Izuku unstraps the umbrella and opens it up for the both of them to walk.

Its tiny. And its cramped. Katsuki is walking shoulder to shoulder with Izuku, and they aren’t speaking to one another… it would be too strange. It isn’t often that that they’re so close, but to their surprise it isn’t awkward. The quiet walk home is warm and comfortable, and Katsuki is secretly thanking the rain. Because its nice to be so close to Izuku.. its nice being beside the one he cherishes most.

I imagine this is pre dating. Katsuki and Deku are crushing hard on each other but too afraid to admit or act on it yet. ♡♡

‘I’ve gone above and beyond for you.’ E.D

Originally posted by thedolangifs

Originally posted by foreveralonelyangel

Requested: Yes

Summary: It’s your and Ethan’s anniversary and he forgot about the plans.

Warnings: Language 

Word Count: 912

Ethan Dolan x Reader

You tapped your foot against the floor, embarrassment was your true friend. You checked your phone; 8:30 p.m.

Ethan was an hour late to your dinner reservations. You decided for your anniversary that you would take him to his favorite restaurant in L.A but by the way it looks, you took yourself. You reminded him this morning, last night, a week ago, and he still let you down. 

“Are you ready to order?” You looked up at the girl, letting out a big sigh.

“I’ll just pay for the drink.” She nodded her head, rubbing your back before she left. 

You were truly embarrassed. She brought back the check and sat down in front of you.

“I’m sorry that he ditched you, it’s happened to me before. It’s not fun. You really don’t have to pay for it, I will.” 

You shook your head and paid for your drink, handing her her tip.

“Thank you.” You whispered, pushing your chair back and leaving. 

You walked out to your car, wiping tears off your cheek. You can’t believe that Ethan forgot, leaving you there looking dumb. You dressed up in  his favorite dress and everything, but he simply forgot. 

The car ride back was filled with your sobs and nothing more. Your cries even muffled out the music in the background. 

You pulled into your apartment complex, leaning your head back onto your seat. You slowly got out, locking your car behind you, pushing your fallen hairs behind your ear. 

You tossed your keys onto the table, unstrapping your heels from your feet, sensation swarming your body. You went to your bedroom, stripping off your dress, throwing on a pair of leggings and Ethan’s hoodie that swarmed your body. You trudged back to the living room, throwing yourself down on the couch.

How could he forget? Was swarming your mind like crazy. You’ve reminded him so many times and he still forgot. You shook your head, wiping another tear that had fallen.

Your thoughts were interrupted when the door opened, revealing your wonderful boyfriend. 

“Hey baby.” He smiled down at you.

“Hey.” You snapped, earning a confused look from him.

“how have you been?”

“Shitty.” You sat up and cocked your head to the side. 

“Why’s that?”

“Oh you know, because my boyfriend didn’t show up to our fucking dinner reservations that I’ve reminded him about almost everyday for a fucking week!” Your blood was boiling. Since he was here, he was going to get your wrath.

“Oh fuck.” He groaned running his fingers through his hair. “Listen, I’m so sorry y/n. I’ll make up to you, I promise!” 

“No! You can’t make that up! I’ve gone above and beyond for you and you fucking forgot one simply time and you expect me to just forget about it? That’s fucking pathetic Ethan!” 

“Look, it’s not my fault I forgot! You know my youtube channel is important to me!”

“Yes, I know that, but I should also be somewhat important!”

“You are important!”

“It doesn’t seem like it Ethan! Literally all I do is make the plans. Ever since we reached our one year it’s been me doing everything. I clean and pick up your clothes like you’re a fucking four year old, I cook, I make our plans, and I steady support your career even when I get hate constantly for being ugly and for being a bad girlfriend. I feel that you don’t even appreciate what I do for you!  It’s like I’m only doing this for Ethan and Ethan shouldn’t be worrying about me because Ethan’s fucking famous. I’m sorry for being a fucking failure to you! .”

“I do fucking appreciate what you do for me!”

“Then why don’t you ever fucking show it?!”

Ethan went silent, all you could hear was your heartbeat. You rolled your eyes, walking into your room. Ethan was hot on your trail and you know he was about to bless you out but you could fire back quicker.

“Why do you think I don’t give two shits about you? I said I was fucking sorry for forgetting our dinner plans.”

You turned around, slapping him across the face.

“What the hell was that for?!” He yelled, holding his cheek.

“You’re being rude! I sat there for an hour! A fucking hour Ethan! The waitress even told me her life story about her boyfriend not showing up to their dinner reservations. I wore your favorite dress, I done my makeup, I got hot as hell for you and you ditch me for your brother!” 

“It’s fucking Sunday! You know we record our shit on Sundays and edit on mondays! I can’t help that our dinner reservation landed on this day!”

“Do you even know what day it is?” You mumbled crossing your arms.


“No, Ethan. It’s our 3 year anniversary.” Tears were streaming down your face. You can’t believe he forgot. Maybe the fame was finally getting to his head. 

“Oh shit, I fucking forgot.” He paced back an forth, finally sitting down on the bed, tugging at his hair. 

“Yeah you did.” 

Silence fell between you two, it didn’t feel right. Fighting with Ethan ever felt right but you couldn’t help it. 

“Just, just get out.” You murmured. 

“Y/n, please forgive me.” You shook your head and pointed towards the door. 

“Get out.” you whispered the last part, biting on your acrylic nail.

You heard shuffling then saw Ethan’s body pass by. 

“I love you.” You looked up an seen him looking over his right shoulder, his jaw was clenched. 

“I love you.” 

He walked out, slamming the front door behind him, leaving you there to cry more. 

halloween drafts 🕸🎃☠️

freddykrueger!au pt. 1

((A/n: this is my first attempt at this suspense???? I’m so worried it sounds really rushed to me but I wanted to share and I… Shdjskdn idk pls be patient with me while I figure out this genre)

warnings: mentions of suicide, mental illness, murder, gore pls proceed with caution and mind the tw!




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