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The Friendly Wager (Part 6)

Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 4,608 (went really overboard)

Warnings: language, lots of bad language, fluff, sarcasm, drinking, implied drunkenness, angst, regret, hangover, confrontation, stupid feelings are stupid yeah?

A/N: This is my submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. Congrats on the followers, friend! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?

Second to last part! Tags are closed. I loved all your messages so much!

Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

Originally posted by captaincentenarian

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Do You Want Me or Not?

Summary: Your’s and Bucky’s relationship is kept a secret, although it made the sex incredibly hot, not being able to hold your hand or taking you out on public dates took a toll on Bucky.

Warnings: angst, light smut (fingers and oral -reader receiving-)

A/N: I just really wanted to write a super angsty fic. I hope you enjoy it! Not my best fic but this has been sitting unfinished in my drafts for months now and I really wanted to finish it and get it out there. Not every fic is perfect and I accept that, I hope you guys do, too :)


The bass of the music shook the walls of the tower as people danced and drank, grinding on each other while swooning over the Avengers. Sam’s birthday party was in full swing and instead out enjoying the festivities you were stuck in your bedroom with Bucky. For once, you wished you were anywhere but there. You were having a fight.

Bucky had spent the first half of the party watching your entanglement with one of Sam’s friend, Alex. Bucky watched as the two of you danced, hugged, held hands, and occasionally snuggle on the couch. Bucky finally snapped when Alex dropped his head down and placed a tender kiss on your lips.

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The Arrangement

Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

Summary: in an AU where the Winchester family owns a multi-million dollar company, Dean’s in a bit of a pinch. Grandpa Samuel is threatening to cut him off if he doesn’t straighten out and stop getting into trouble. Instead of taking some responsibility, Dean comes up with an ingenious plan: find someone to pretend to be his girlfriend. You and Dean have never gotten along, but a fake relationship seems to be beneficial to you both…

Pairing: AU Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,700

Warnings: language, general rudeness (from Dean), mild angst?

A/N: so this is my new idea for a series! It’s all my brain will do right now. It’s a little rough right now, but I’m hoping you guys like it. Also the title is terrible but it’s all I could come up with.

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Bisexual (Riverdale Gang x Reader)

Request: Yes anon 

 hi, first off, i really liked your first fic on here. somehow I have gotten completly obsessed with this new show. could you write an image of squad x reader (completly beautiful platonic friendship) where the reader is sassy and swears a lot and is hanging with them and comes out as bi to them?

Word Count: 700 +

I’m sorry if this offends anyone that is bisexual.  I really don’t mean for it to, I’m just trying my best.

Originally posted by nessa007

Of course the first person you told about your bisexuality was Kevin.  While you loved your tight group of friends, you weren’t sure how they were going to react.

“You’ll have to tell them eventually (Y/n/n).  I can tell it’s bugging you.”

“I’m fine Kev.” You told him reassuringly, yet even you didn’t believe yourself.

“Oh I know honey.  You are fine as hell with that ass of yours, but you need to tell them, get that weight off your chest.” He smirked at your dropped jaw, as you slapped his arm.

“Asshole!” You giggled.

“I’m just saying that there is more opportunity to find the right one, that extra special someone when you let your friends know that you dig both guys and girls.” He smiled up at you. “Plus, how else would you find your perfect match without your buddies setting you up all the time.”

“I’d die alone probably.” You state.

“How dare you doubt yourself.” He waved his hand in front of your face. “The wonder bunch is coming at you at 12 O’Clock.”

“Shit.”

You watched as the four of them approached, Betty waving gleefully at you.  When they reached you Kevin stood up abruptly.

“I have to go (Y/n/n), but I’ll see you later.  Remember what we talked about.” He winked.

“Already wiping it from my memory.” You retorted. “Bye Kev.”

“What was that about?” Archie asked as he sat down, followed by Jughead, Betty, and Veronica.

“Oh you know.  Just Kevin being Kevin.”

Your friends immersed in conversation as you all sipped at your milkshakes.  Jughead watched you carefully, putting down his burger, and observing the fact that you had barely touched your milkshake.

Kevin’s words rang through your head. ‘What if they don’t accept me.’ ‘Surely to god they would.’

What the hell is the matter with you?” Jughead suddenly blurted, ceasing all conversation in the group.

“It’s nothing.” You waved him off as he raised a brow at you.

“It’s not nothing (L/n).”  Jughead always used your last name when he was serious about something.  Well, even more serious than usual.

“Kevin told me I should tell you.” Archie had a worried look on his face.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“Oh yeah, I’m just peachy.” You sassed him. “Just trying to find the best way to tell my best friends in the entire world that I’m bisexual.”

Veronica laughed. “That’s what you’ve been so worked up about?”

You looked down and realization dawned on Archie’s features.

“Don’t you dare think that for a minute (Y/n) (L/n).” He was reading you like a book.  “We will always, and I mean always, love you.” He paused for a brief moment. “No matter what.”

You smiled at his words.  “Thanks Archiekins.  I love you too.”

“Now (Y/n), you must tell.  Who do you have your pretty little eyes set on?” Veronica’s voice was teasing, and you could tell she was really happy for you.

“I don’t know.” You said truthfully.

“Well that won’t do.” Betty fluttered her hand in front of her face exaggerating the expression mildly.  You giggled slightly.

“Oh no.  Don’t get that look in your face.” You stared at Jughead as his smirk grew.

“Well if we’re talking about sexuality.” He paused and smiled, feeling comfortable for the first time in a while.  “I’m asexual.”  

You had known for a while that Jughead was asexual.

“Juggy I’m so proud of you.” You smiled wrapping your hand in his.

“Figured we were spilling secrets, and I couldn’t let my favourite lady reveal hers without me revealing mine.”

“Picking favourites Jug?  I thought I was your favourite.”  Betty mocked hurt.

“I love you guys.” You said.

“To feeling safe.” Archie said easing up his milkshake. “And to believing in yourself.”

“To feeling safe, and believing in yourself.” The five of you repeated together.

And truly, you had never felt more safe, and accepted in your life. 

Feigning The Connection

Prompt: You seem so invincible. But just touch you and you’ll wince. You have secrets and trust no one. You’re the perfect example of betrayal. Because anyone you’ve ever trusted broke you. Thrust into a new world, will you be able to stay alone, or will Bellamy work his way in.

A/N: So by far number one was leading in the polls, and i’m super excited as I always see these type of stories on the Bellamy Blake Imagine tag and have always wanted to do one. This will of course be a Bellamy x reader but will also follow all canon plots of the series. THIS WILL BE A LONG SERIES. SUPER LONG. Sometimes I might combine two episodes or skip one because that episode (in my opinion) wasn’t as important.

BUT BE WARNED, I will not continue this story if no one wants. Each chapter i’d like at least one or two people letting me know to continue on to the next. I don’t want to put all my effort into a story no one wants to continue to read when I could be putting it towards ones you’d guys like more. But if people want it, i’ll happily oblige to continue it. I am very excited for this story!

I will also try to upload the chapters every few days or once a week!

Based off of: The 100 01x01

Pairing: Bellamy x Reader

Warnings: none.


Originally posted by darlinglostcrank

Your palms were sweaty, extremely sweaty though you paid no mind to the sweat that trickled down your skin as your head rattled against the head of your seat. Strapped in, nothing much could move except for the annoying shake of your head and the rumble of your own stomach.

Yells of panic could be heard around you but you paid no mind as you closed your eyes and tried to stay focused on keeping calm. Being thrust to the ground with only quite literally a moments notice was not exactly how you expected the day to go. No, you expected to be left in your cell for the day and to make no human contact whats so ever. Instead, you were roughly man-handled by the guards, knocked out and woke up to find yourself on a ship.

Apparently, you and the rest of the delinquents around you were the test subjects for the ‘good commoners’ up in space. You didn’t care. There was no one up there looking out for you or waiting for you, the only thing that annoyed you was that you were being used as a lab rat for some kind of ‘is earth in-habitual’ test.

Suddenly the rattling stopped and you heard a click as you felt your restraints loosen. Opening your eyes, you unlocked yourself, nearly being knocked over as a girl with blonde hair ran past you and crouched on the ground. “Finn, is he breathing?” You heard her frantically ask, and with curious eyes, you allowed yourself to walk over to her and the boy ‘Finn’, finding an unmoving body below them.

“The outer doors on the lower level.” A distant voice said and suddenly there was a mass of people rushing towards the doors. You faintly heard the same girl from before try to warn them that we couldn’t open the doors, at least not quite yet. 

“Bellamy?” Turning your head, you watched as a brunet haired girl rushed over to one of the guards. Everyone fell quite as the two hugged and shared a sentimental moment, you turned your head at the sight, slightly uncomfortable. The same girl from before quickly interrupted the moment though; “hey why aren’t you wearing a bracelet?”

“Do you mind? I haven’t seen my brother in a year:” 

Murmurs suddenly echoed as every one began naming the brunet girl. “No one has a brother.”

“That’s Octavia Blake.”

You saw her face contort in anger and with a sigh, you shoved your way forward. “Would you all shut up? What the hell does it matter.” You grumbled and with another sigh, you turned back to Bellamy and apparently Octavia. You’d heard the stories. The girl hidden under the floor, but honestly you didn’t understand what the big idea was. She was just like every other person.

You made eye contact with Bellamy as he regarded you with guarded eyes before smiling and turning to his sister. “Let’s give them something else to remember you by, huh? Maybe the first person to walk on earth in a hundred years.”

Your heart began to beat frantically again. Just outside those doors was earth. No space. No space station. No cell. Soon enough, you heard a creak and you had to squint your eyes as the brightness from the sun slightly burned. You were use to darkness and stars, not blue skies and a yellow sun.

There was silence as Octavia walked forward slowly, and she took the final jump down onto earth. You let a small smile slip as she cheered and everyone began running off the ship and onto the ground. You waited for the crowd to disperse before you yourself step off. The fresh air was something you never experienced before, and on the Ark it always felt constricted, here if felt as if you could breath perfectly fine.

You laughed, rejoicing in the way the wind moved your hair slightly back and you felt as if you could finally breathe. You rejoiced in the way you could hear cheers from around you, and looked over to see every other delinquent laughing. It made your heart feel warm and allowing your gaze to wash over, you let your curiosity take over as the same blonde girl from before walked off. 

Walking off from the others, you followed behind her shortly reaching her. Stepping forward, you opened your mouth to speak before a voice cut you off; “why so serious princess?” The blonde girl turned, finally regarding the newcomer and you. You turned yourself finding ‘Finn’ or at least that’s what you remembered being his name, standing beside you. “It’s not like we died in a fiery explosion.”

She shook her head and look towards you, you shrugged; “he’s not wrong.”

“Try telling that to the two boys who followed you out of there seat.” She shot back to him and you stifled a laugh. Finn glared at you playfully and you shook your head, 

“You don’t like being called princess, do you princess?” 

The girl shook her head, “see that peak over there?”

“Yeah.” You replied, stepping up beside the two. 

“Mount Weather. There’s a radiation soaked-forest between us and our next meal.” With wide eyes, you turned towards the mountain and felt your heart sink. You shared a look with the two beside you as the girl grumbled; “they dropped us on the wrong damn mountain.


“We’re on the ground.” Looking up from your hands, you shot up at the group that had crowded around the blonde girl, who you learned was Clarke and Wells, who you’d recently met. Walking up to the crowd, you stopped beside Bellamy and Octavia.

“We need to find Mount Weather.” Wells explained. “You heard my fathers message, that has to be our first priority.”

“Screw your father.” 

“I agree with Wells.” You said, stepping up. Octavia’s eyes fell on you and with a roll of her eyes, “who the hell are you anyway?”

“Y/N.” You replied, shaking your head. “Wells is right. Mount Weather is our only source of food. We need to get to Mount Weather. Not because his father said so but because the longer we wait, the hungrier we’ll get. How long do you think we’ll survive without supplies?” You asked, referring to the whole group. 

Clarke stepped up beside you, placing her hand on your shoulder. “We’re looking at a twenty mile trek, okay? So if we want to get there before dark, we need to leave. Now.” Nodding your head silently, you agreed.

“I’ll go.” You volunteered, Clarke smiled at you and you nodded. 

“I got a better idea. You three go. Let the privilege do the work for once.” Bellamy spoke up and you narrowed your eyes. Stepping forward you begin to say something before Wells spoke up; “you’re not listening. We all need to go.” Suddenly he was shoved forward, and flinching, you watched as a boy with longer hair smirked.

“Oh look everybody. Chancellor of earth.” He laughed. 

“You think that’s funny?”

“Guys stop!” You tried but they ignored you as the boy shoved Wells, making him fall forward. Clark lurched forward but someone grabbed her. You grumbled at the sight of these immature idiots.

“No. But that was. All right.” The boy moved forward to push Wells again, you ran forward to grab the boy, pulling him back. He turned on you ready to fight before Finn jumped down from seemingly nowhere and smirked up at the boy. You immediately let go, knowing Finn had it and stepped slightly back. 

“Kids got one leg. Why don’t you wait until it’s a fair fight.” He said, tilting his head to the side. He made eye contact with you, “and maybe don’t push around those smarter than you.”

“Hey Spacewalker.” You all snapped your head over to Octavia, who sauntered forward. “Save me next time.”


“Four of us. Can we go now?”

“Count five.” You smiled at the four, walking up. You hefted the bag over your shoulder, smiling sweetly up at them. Clarke smiled reassuringly up at you, and Finn winked. 

“Sounds like a party for six, count me in.” Octavia clapped walking forward. Bellamy stepped forward; “hey. What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“i think she’d going for a walk.” You teased, crossing your arms and smirking over at Bellamy who glared at you. You smirked, uncrossing your arms before Clarke’s attention on you pulled you away.

“Hey!” She called, shocking you as she grabbed your wrist forcefully. You gaped at her, trying to pull your hand back. “Were you trying to take this off?”

You shrugged, confused; “yeah so?”

She glared at you, just as equally shocked; “so this band transmits your vital signs to the ark. Take it off and they’ll think your dead.”

“Should I care?” You replied.

“Well I don’t know. Do you want the people you love to think you’re dead?” She asked, shaking your head you pulled your wrist from her grasp.

“I don’t have anybody anymore.” You replied shortly. “Nobodies gonna care if i’m dead or alive up there.” And with that you turned. “can we go now?” You asked, walking off in the direction.


Cheering, you watched with a wide grin as Jasper swung across the lake. “Jasper!” You yelled, clapping when he made it across unscathed. You smiled at him when he made eye contact with you and turned, holding up a sign before you that read ‘Mount Weather.’

You felt a breath leave you in relief as you turned and smiled at your companions. After a tricky but amazing journey you’d finally made it and you didn’t feel like you were gonna starve of food anymore. “Whoo!” You cheered along with him, smiling as Finn yelled his name.

You were about to step up to go across but froze when a spear sore through the sky and hit him directly in the chest. You felt your breath leave you and you go stiff as he fell back and smacked the rock with his back. There was a deafening silence as everyone looked around for who threw the arrow.

You opened your mouth, calling his name in pure shock, barely registering Finn telling you to get down. You didn’t move until Monty grabbed you around the waist and yanked you down against the rock they were hiding against. You tried to breathe calmly but all you could envision was Jasper with a spear through his chest and you could hear your own heart beat.

“We’re not alone.”


There will be more Bellamy in future episodes, but there isn’t much originally in the first episode. As well as, as much as I love Bellamy, he’s kind of a dick in the first few episodes and Bellamy and the readers relationship have to grow. It will all connect. I hope you all enjoyed!

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Once More, With Feeling

Summary: You’re essentially Buffy Summers, a young girl fighting vampires and other supernatural beings. You’re dragged out to a club on your night off by your friend, Margaret, when you run into two vampires. 

Warnings: Vampire!Bucky, teasing, vampire kink (is that a thing?)

A/N: Inspired by the Sims 4 Vampire expansion pack where I made myself a Bucky Barnes vampire sim. Totes giving a shout out to @cryokinetic-cobain cause they’re awesome! Also the title is a reference to the Buffy the Vampire Slayer musical episode because it’s amazing.

(Part Two)

(~ my own shitty edit ~)


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I'm trying to use the bathroom, here!

I worked at this one little boutique in a gentrified part of town. We have a bathroom to the back of the store. There’s a key on a large object for the customers, and a key on a large yellow foam rubber thing on a beaded chain for the employees, we keep that in the desk up front.

Anyway, with only one co-ed bathroom, I had to pee and so I got the employee key to the bathroom. I unlocked the door which automatically closes and re-locks on the knob, I hung the key on the hook on the back of the door, slid the extra lock bolt in place, and started doing my business.

A customer starts FURIOUSLY rattling the door and I replied with “Occupied!”. The customer replies with “I don’t need to use the restroom, I wanted to ask you where are the lanterns for the tea candles?”.

Are you kidding me!?

I raised my voice at this customer, telling her “I AM TRYING TO USE THE BATHROOM, HERE! There are two other people working here! Go ask someone else! What the hell is the matter with you!?”

If this lazy imbecile had bothered to ask either of my 2 coworkers, she would have found what she wanted. The store wasn’t busy at the time, and if this stupid customer had either walked up to my coworker on the floor and asked her, or better yet if she had walked up to the register to ask my other coworker, then this customer would have seen the display of tea candle lanterns RIGHT NEXT TO THE REGISTER.

I would have been happy to have told the customer where to find the tea candles, BUT NOT WHEN I AM TRYING TO GO TO THE BATHROOM, all the while the store isn’t busy and there are 2 other people that she could have asked.


But no, this spoiled lazy customer would rather bother me when she saw me go into the bathroom. She could have asked me before I went in and I still would have helped her, even if I had to hold my water. But she waited until I sat down in there to start pestering me.

The customer left in a huff, and then the next day my supervisor chewed me out for “being rude to a customer”. This horrible woman had called the store and complained, stating “That red haired woman was very hostile to me, when all I wanted was to buy a tea candle lantern!”.

I told my supervisor my side of the story, and one of my coworkers even vouched for me, telling our supervisor that this customer is rude, hardly buys anything, and always messes up sections of the store after we just finished organizing them.

The supervisor told her to “Stay out of this!”. Then she told me “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t fire you!”. I told her “Because I quit, you stupid bitch!”. I threw my apron on the floor, grabbed my purse, and left.

A few days later, my supervisor called me up, all super apologetic and begging me to come back. She even offered me a raise. This isn’t the first time she has done this to her employees, she either unjustly fires them or drives them to quit, yet tries to get them to come back because other employees end up quitting on her after one employee was mistreated by her or by a customer and this supervisor, who is the store owners sister in law, and has no retail experience, let alone leadership skills.

I told her this, and I added “I wouldn’t come back for a six figure salary!” before I hung up on her.

This store had these spoiled, entitlement minded, cheapskate, pretentious, snobby customers who treated the employees here like personal servants and punching bags. Had I known this before, I never would have taken a job here. I’m not the first employee to have been hassled while in the bathroom. One of my former coworkers who had been there six months before I joined them told me that when she was closing up for the day, customers would go running up to her and demand that she reopen the store so that they could buy something. “It’ll only take a minute!” they would insist, but my [former] coworker know better than that. Our hours are posted in the store window and online. If you were that desperate to buy something from is, you should have come in during those days/hours.

A year later, the boutique closed.

Best Friends [Michael Gray]

Originally posted by misunderstood-adventures

[NOT MY GIF]

REQUEST: If you’re still doing the prompts, can I request #28 “Oh my god. You’re in love with y/n!” #19 “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.” #23 “I don’t wanna think about what I’d be like without you.” With Michael, where you’re best friends and then end up together in the end. Thanks, you’re the greatest! :)

[You’re the greatest for giving me something to do with my bland life. Thanks for requesting]

WARNINGS: Cute af. Tension. Tears. My shit writing.



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Deranged: Part 6

Originally posted by taehyungifs

“Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.” -Stephen King

Warning: Contains violence

Teaser  Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 7

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Let Me Go - Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 722

Warnings: Language, slight temporary angst… I think that is it.

A/N As Requested by @thesugargalaxy I hope you enjoy it and please feedback is very much appreciated. 

Request: “O i saw Da askin for requests thing and i give a shit- a Castiel x reader where they are fighting but it ends in fluffy fluff”

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“Castiel! You need to stop suffocating me, I am a grown ass hunter and can do whatever the hell I please! Got it?” You and the blue eyed angel were shouting at each other because of the stunt you had pulled during the hunt.

You had walked right into the trap the demons had set for you when they had kidnapped the boys. And you hadn’t thought twice about it, no hesitation to rescue the boys you had helped take care of when you were younger. Raised by Bobby, whenever John and the boys came by you always loved helping Bobby take charge of the younger boys. They were the most annoying ass little brothers ever, but you loved them and like Dean’s mentally about Sam, yours just included him too. “Protect Sam and Dean at all costs.”

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anonymous asked:

How would Ayato, Touka, and Yomo react if they saw their crush or s/o being hit on by someone else? Scenario or just headcanons is fine! Thanks~

Ahhhhhhh first touka request i love my baby bunny siblings so so so much~

Touka

She could only stare, her lips flat and eyes narrowed as she watched her s/o be flirted with by a guy from their school.

Her s/o was oblivious, as always, chatting away with a smile as the guy eyed them like a piece of meat, and Touka would know when someone was looking at a person with that look.

 Could he be any more obvious?

Touka nearly hissed to herself as he gave them a charming smile and continued talking.

People passed her by with odd looks in the hallway, probably wondering as to why she was hiding behind a corner and peaking around, stalking her s/o from afar.

No, she insisted to herself, stalking is too harsh of a word. I’m just protecting them.

The guy reached out to touch her s/o and enough was enough, Touka decided.

She was there in an instant, her hand wrapped around his wrist and her other hand holding her s/o’s bicep.

“It’s time to go.” Touka said abruptly, letting go of the guy and dragging her s/o away.

She was expecting them to argue, or at least say something, but they were absurdly quiet.

When they reached a secluded hall, they began giggling.

“You were jealous~!” they sang.

She didn’t respond, no, she couldn’t find it in her to respond, so instead, she just looked away, her face burning a brighter red than she would have liked.

Ayato

They were here with him.

Why exactly couldn’t this stupid human see that?

Okay. Maybe they weren’t exactly together, per say, but they came on this mission as partners and to get it done as quickly and efficiently as possible. He didn’t come here with them so they could get hit on by some creeper that was probably twenty years older than them.

That was an exaggeration, he knew that, but still, who did he think he was?

Before he knew it, he was walking forward with fists clenched and emitting an aura of death that made all passbyers walk a little faster.

His hand gripped their shoulder in a painfully tight grip and his navy blue eyes fell on the man with unadulterated fury. 

The coward didn’t even say a word as he turned tail and fled.

“What the hell is the matter with you?” his partner asked, swatting his hand off their shoulder and giving him the darkest look he’d ever seen them put on.

Of course, he wouldn’t admit that he was jealous or anything. No, he wouldn’t even admit that to himself.

“We have a mission to do.” he said gruffly, “Quit lollygagging and let’s hurry the hell up and finish it.”

He had already turned around and walked away, so he didn’t see the knowing smirk that flashed on his partner’s face as they trailed after him.

Yomo

Yomo trusted his s/o. He knew they would never betray him and he knew he didn’t have to worry when other people flirted with them.

That didn’t mean he liked it.

Especially, when he finally has free time and takes them out only for them to be sidetracked as they made their way to the bathroom.

He had to have been waiting for at least ten minutes before he decided he’d get up from where he was sitting by a fountain and look for them.

He nearly frowned as that as soon as he walked a good five feet away, another couple stole their table.

He shook his head and followed their unmistakable scent to where they were standing near three guys, looking desperate to get away.

He heard his s/o continuing to tell them that they had to go and they were with someone, but the three ignored them and continued with their lewd comments and snide remarks, keeping them more or less subtly trapped by the wall.

Yomo walked towards them and grabbed the guy that was making the most comments by the shoulder firmly. 

“Renji, thank god.” His s/o looked incredibly relieved at his sudden appearance, and the three guys shrunk back at the tall, imposing figure with an impassive face.

“Let’s go, s/o, we’ll continue our date somewhere else.” he said, grabbing his s/o’s hand and pulling them away gently and down the street.

“Thank you, Renji.” they murmured quietly.

The man only let a faint smile pull to his lips as he rubbed the back of their hand with his thumb.

Harold was a Liar

by reddit user AtLeastImGenreSavvy

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My brother, Harold, almost never told the truth. He was six years younger than me, and, although our mother tried to hide it, he was her favorite. It was easy to see why. Harold was adorable. He had round apple cheeks, curly blonde hair, and big blue eyes. Even at age seven, he was a social butterfly. He was always on the move, always playing with a different set of friends every week, and always charming.

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Only In The Movies

A/N: An anon request for a Spencer x Reader where they are colleagues but not really friends (because of course they harbor feelings for each other and won’t admit it XD). They tend to butt heads and the reader gets angry whenever Spencer corrects her. One day, she ends up yelling at him and he kisses her (babes, I would not recommend this. Cute in the movies. In real life? I’m mad, don’t kiss me lol). Finally, they confess their feelings. Trope-y af, y’all. I love this shit. @coveofmemories

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Why did the cute one have to be such an ass?

You’d been working at the BAU for nearly a year and during that time you’d gotten pretty close with everyone - everyone except Spencer Reid or Dr. Spencer Reid as he insisted being called. He was a certified genius, but fuck that, so were you, and almost every time you spoke, he was right there finishing your sentence and correcting you in some way. It was like he felt you were stealing his spotlight as the team’s resident genius. It was too bad, because he seemed to be nice with everyone else, could be funny in his own genius way and you liked a lot of the same things. Also, he was really cute - like really cute, like ride him into the sunset cute. Dammit, why did he have to be so thick-headed?

“We’ve got a case,” JJ said, walking in between Emily and yourself. Spencer, Hotch and Rossi were already on their way to the conference room. “Kansas.”

After everyone gathered in the conference room, Garcia started to brief everyone on the case. They were headed to Kansas. A black man, age 41, has been found in his home with stab wounds to his eyes. There was no indication of another victim yet, but given the rarity of enucleation, the local authorities had asked for their help. “Enucleation is exceedingly rare - seen in less than 2 percent of assaults,” you said out loud. “A rare paraphilia in general, no less as the only visible injury to the victim. There was no other injury, Garcia?” Just as you finished you heard Spencer say that the actual statistic for enucleation assault was actually 1.74 percent. It took everything you had not to turn around and sock him in the face.

“The local M.E. said there was a bump on his head. Probably knocked out before he was…stabbed in the eyes,” she said reluctantly, closing her own eyes and attempting to block out the disgusting image that was painting itself before her.

The entire team went through the rest of the case as you seethed. Why did he always undermine? Did he even realize he was doing it? Maybe he didn’t. Maybe he did and was just being an asshole? Maybe he was insecure about himself and felt that his intelligence was all he had? You had no fucking clue, all you knew was that if he did it to you again, you might punch him in the throat. “Wheels up in two hours,” Hotch said. Good, that gave you enough time to pull Spencer to the side and ask what the fuck his problem was. 

As you left the conference room, you motioned toward Spencer. “Can I talk to you for a second?” you asked, leading him toward an empty office that had been vacated recently by a retiring agent. With a scowl, he followed you inside, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. Once you made sure the coast was clear, you spoke, trying to keep your voice barely above a whisper. “You wanna tell me what the hell your problem is? Ever since I started, you’ve finished my sentences, corrected my statistics and frankly it looks like you’ve done everything you possibly could to make me look like an asshole and I really don’t appreciate it.” You could practically feel the smoke coming out of your ears. A year of this shit was wearing on you.

“I’m just doing my job, Y/N,” he said somewhat smugly. “If I hear something incorrect, I say so, it’s nothing against you.”

Oh, he was so dead. “Look, I’m all for correcting me if I’m dead wrong, but like you, I’m never dead wrong. Unlike you, I give roundabout statistics because giving the actual statistic doesn’t do anything for our case, and it makes me seem more conversational. I learned to do that when I was kid because I used to do the same thing as you and everyone made fun of me for it,” you rambled. You were on a roll. After a year of being undermined by his dumb, beautiful face, you couldn’t stop yourself from yelling at him. “I mean, I really don’t fucking understand. I have been nothing but nice to you - to everyone - since I got here. I tried not to step on your toes. I knew you had a reputation in the Bureau and I didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize that.” 

In your rage, you’d been pacing around the room, but you took a second to breathe and when you looked at Spencer, his lips parted, as if he was about to say something - you were still pissed. “One more thing. I swear on all that is good and pure in this world, if you make me look like and idiot in front of the rest of the team again, I swear I’m going to turn around and punch you right in the nose.” You hadn’t realized that you’d gotten right up in his face. “What the hell is the matter with you Spencer? I mean…”

You were about to build yourself up into another rage when Spencer crashed his lips into yours, keeping you from yelling as another agent passed the office you were in. Not-so-gently, you bit down on his lower lip before realizing what you were doing and what the hell just happened. “What was that about?” you asked, breathless from yelling - and maybe that kiss. He had soft lips.

“Kissing you,” he said breathlessly as he stared at your lips, “Been meaning to do that for a while. Seemed like a good time.”

“Bad time,” you insisted, pointing your finger in his face. “Really bad time. You’ve been wanting to kiss me? Is that why you’ve been such an ass to me?” 

Spencer crossed his arms and looked down at his feet - shameful. He looked like a puppy that’d just been kicked. “I honestly didn’t realize that it bothered you that much. I can’t help it, it just happens. I’ll try to stop. I’m sorry.”

“For the record, I’ve thought about you too…romantically, but you were being such an ass,” you said. You couldn’t believe that you were both still in high school. Why couldn’t you just be adults and tell each other how you felt? Goddammit.

“Again,” he replied, looking around to make sure that no one was around, “I’m sorry for what I did. I just don’t have a lot going for me. My intelligence is all I have.”

“Spence,” you sighed, your fear about him coming to the surface. “People may have made you feel that way back when you were a kid, but you have so much more to offer people than you realize.” He looked so sad, like he didn’t know how to take a compliment. “Maybe when we get back from the case you can give me a proper kiss.”

A little smile worked up at the corner of his lips. “One more thing,” you said. “For future reference, never kiss a woman when she’s mad. That only works in the movies.”

butterflyimmortality  asked:

Can you do 29, 11 and 4 with bucky


4. “What’re you jealous or something?” - “They had their hands all over you, of course, I’m jealous.”

11. “Will you marry me?” - “Yes!”

29. Person A finds Person B’s sex toys 

A/N: Honestly these go from like zero to one thousand real quickly so I’m going to have to do some time skips.


The Beginning:

“What the hell are you doing?” You stood in your doorway with crossed arms. Bucky stood with his eyebrows raised, a vibrator in each hand.

“It seems I’ve found your secret collection.” Bucky twirled one in his fingers and flipped it on, smirked at the strong vibrations. “Why don’t we make some secrets of our own?”

You stepped into the room and stripped yourself of your clothing, breathing heavily as Bucky ate you alive with his eyes. He licked his lips and shoved you down onto your bed. 

“Open those pretty legs up for me.”

One Month:

“What the hell is the matter with you, Buck?” Bucky ripped you from the dance floor and out of the bar. “What’re you jealous or something?” 

“They had their hands all over you, of course, I’m jealous!” He spun on his heels and shoved your back up against the closest wall. “You’re mine and mine only.”

“And that means I can’t dance with any other guys?” Your gaze dropped his mouth as his predatory gaze bore into you.

“I just don’t like the idea of another guy touching you in such an intimate way.” He paused and bit his lip. “I love you, (Y/N).” 

Six Months:

“Thank you for dinner.” You laced your fingers with Bucky’s as you maneuvered through the park.

“You’re welcome.” Bucky chuckled, you always thanked him after he bought you dinner. 

“So, what’re we doing here?” You looked around the flower-filled bushes.

“This is where we had our first date.” Bucky held you close, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. 

“Oh, and here I thought our first date was the time you found my vibrators.” You tipped your head up and planted a kiss on his lips. “Although, running around with you here was pretty memorable. Especially when you fell into the fountain.” 

“Speaking of.” Bucky stopped and faced you towards him. The sounds of rushing water filled your ears as you stood next to the fountain. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N)…” He got down on one knee.

“Oh my-”

“I know we’ve only been together for six months…”

“B-Bucky…” Tears backed your eyes.

“But those have been the best six months of my entire life.” He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a tiny square box. “I want to be with you for the rest of my life, to hug you, to hold you, to kiss you, to make love to you…to fuck you senseless…”

“Bucky!” You laughed and brought your hands up to your mouth.

“Will you marry me?” 

“Yes!”


"I Love You Okay? Happy Now?”- Bucky x Reader

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Request from anon: For the prompt list thing, could you do #6, 16 and 26 with Bucky, please? If possible, could you put them all into one imagine, please? Oh and by the way: I love your writing! Xx

Originally posted by thesebbystan

Prompts:  “This isn’t about you!” “I love you okay? Happy now?” “Is that my shirt?” (Prompt list)

Warnings - Angsty. Arguing, Half naked Bucky, Jealous?Reader, swearing, kissing.

Word Count - 2K


Bucky laid there, his arms around another woman as she lay there asleep; her head was positioned on his chest as her arms were wrapped around his torso. His fingers were laced in her hair as he continued to soothe her in her sleep as he continued to day dream, thinking about anything and everything.


What was he doing with his life? Sure, having sex with different woman every week was fun. Having new people and new experiences in his bed was much more than he expected, knowing his life in the 40’s would be much more different if he had not gone to war. But he can’t even remember the last time he loved… Or if he has ever even loved before?


Then something clicked in his mind; yes, he loves you. You were on his mind 24/7, through the dawn of morning till the dead of night you never left his thought. But he could understand his own feelings, is it love that he felt for you? Or is it just sexual attraction?


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Okay, the only two that seems actually concerned/sad about Sana leaving the buss in the group chat were Eva and Chris.
Not so surprise since Eva knows how it’s feeling alone and Chris was always such a good friend for her (or it looks like that in previous seasons).
Vilde is always Vilde so I’m not gonna comment on her, but Noora? What the hell? The only thing that mattered to you was clarify that you’re not gonna do that stupid game? Are you, by any chance, still mad at Sana for not telling you William has a new girlfriend? What about the other girls? They knew as well.
I am so happy that skam is back again, but my heart is breaking into pieces seeing my baby Sana so hurt…

Election Night (4.7)
  • Toby: We haven't won anything yet.
  • CJ: The speech is done.
  • Toby: Two speeches are done.
  • CJ: What's the second?
  • Toby: I've got a speech if he wins, I've got a speech if he doesn't.
  • Sam: You wrote a concession?
  • Toby: Of course I wrote a concession. You want to tempt the wrath of the whatever from high atop the thing?
  • Sam: ...No.
  • Toby: Then go outside, turn around three times and spit. What the hell's the matter with you?
  • Sam: It's like 25 degrees outside.
  • Toby: Go.
  • Josh: Hello.
  • CJ: Oh, Mr. Lyman. I see your picture in the magazine. Tell me, if I swallow my ballot, does it still -
  • Josh: A little election day humor, that's great.
  • Sam: He wrote a concession speech.
  • Josh: Of course he wrote a concession speech. Why wouldn't he? What possible reason would he have for not writing a concession speech?
  • Sam: The wrath from high atop the thing.
  • Toby: He up and said we were gonna...
  • Josh: No, you got to go outside, turn around three times and curse.
  • Toby: Spit.
  • Josh: Spit and curse.
  • Toby: Do everything. Go!