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anonymous asked:

Hiiii💋💋💋 can I get an angst one with Leo where you guys are on the verge of getting the divorce but a nice end though 💖💖💖✨✨✨u fab as f

This was really painful to write cause I really want to marry someone who really loves me but the whole idea of marriage is scary, so I’m glad you asked for a nice ending cause I would never be able to write a sad marriage story :/ 

Leo x Reader

Angst - Happy Ending

Word Count: 3,583


You placed your luggage on the floor and averted your eyes away from the suspicious stares your mother sent your way. You heard your father’s voice coming from the living room calling for you and Taekwoon to help him carry his tools towards the car. You lifted your head up to share a stare with your mother before heading toward the living room answering your father’s calls. Your mother looked at you as you disappeared into the living room and grabbed Taekwoon’s arm before he could follow you. 

“Are you okay?”

She asked in worry. The look on your face hinted at a possibility of instability in your relationship with your husband. She knew it from years of experience but she wanted you to confirm her suspicions. When you gave her no answer, she turned to question Taekwoon, knowing he’d tell her things you couldn’t say. 

“Everything is fine.”

But he didn’t. Even though what he said was meant to assure her, her worries intensified. You didn’t look fine, and neither did he. When she called you to ask you to stay at her place while she and your father spent the weekend at your sister’s house, you didn’t seem as excited as you used to be upon receiving such a request. You usually enjoyed spending time at your parents’ house with Taekwoon. This time was different. Her motherly instinct told her it was. 

“Are you sure?”

He gave her a tiny nod before helping you with the luggage. 

“I’ll do it myself.”

You said as you pushed his hand away. He insisted on taking the bag from you. You gave up and let go of the bag before feeling a hand on your shoulder. 

“What’s wrong?”

Your mother asked and you let out a sigh.

“Just the usual. We fought on the way here. ”

“What? Why? You were fine yesterday. ”

You let out a sigh and then said:

“We were not fine. It’s been a week since we last talked and when we did we fought again. ”  

“But… why? What happened? ”

She asked and then looked at Taekwoon who walked through the door. She addressed him:

“Tell me what happened.”

He exchanged looks with you and you averted your eyes away from both of them, so he looked at your mother and said:

“She wants a divorce.”  

She let out a gasp and you bit your lower lip, trying to prevent your tears from rolling down your face. She grabbed your arm before asking:

“Is this true?”

Your father saved you when he called your mother asking about dinner. She exchanged looks with you and Taekwoon before saying:  

“Let’s have dinner first and then I need you to tell me everything!”


You ate your food in silence. You tried to avoid looking at your mother who was staring at you and Taekwoon in shock. She never imagined that you’d mention divorce, not even as a joke. Knowing how much you loved each other, she thought she’d never see a happier couple. She still remembers the day you introduced him to her and your father. The sparkles in your eyes betrayed you and she knew it won’t be long before she saw you walking down the aisle towards him. 

She was right. A couple of months later he proposed and you said yes. A month after the engagement you were reading your vows among family and friends. She could swear she’d never seen you happier. You danced in his arms all night long, smiles never leaving your face or his. 

Now, after only a year of your marriage, you were talking about getting a divorce. She couldn’t believe her ears. She thought it was a silly joke. Yes, you’ve been fighting a lot lately, but she remembers how she and your father had so many fights throughout their marriage.  But divorce never crossed her mind. Seeing how distant you seemed broke her heart and she knew she will have to do something to stop you from making such a grave mistake. 


After dinner, she left your father in the living room with Taekwoon and signaled you to follow her into her room. She entered and asked you to sit down before closing the door. She sat down next to you and placed a hand on your thigh as she said: 

“Now tell me what happened.” 

You remained silent for a couple of seconds, as if trying to decide where to start. A tear rolled down your face, catching her off guard. She pulled you in her arms and you let your tears flow freely down your cheek. She patted your back gently as she asked: 

“What did he do this time?”

It took you a few more seconds to pull yourself out of her hold and wipe your tears away. 

“He didn’t do anything. That’s the problem.” 

“What is that supposed to mean?”

You took a deep breath and then said: 

“He… he is so distant. We barely speak about anything. He’s quiet most of the time, I feel like I’m living alone. He’s either working in his office or working at home. He doesn’t come to bed until midnight. And… even when we… make love, he does it out of habit. I… I feel like… he doesn’t love me anymore.” 

A sob escaped and your mother placed a hand on your shoulder as she said: 

“Did you talk to him?”

“I did. I did so many times but he… he just remains silent. Even when I told him of how I feel he didn’t deny it.”

“But he didn’t confirm it.” 

She said.

“He didn’t say anything!” 

You almost yelled. 

“He never does.” 

She cupped and let her thumb brush a tear off your face and then said: 

“Isn’t that why you fell in love with him?”

You lifted your head up to look at her, vision blurry with tears, with an unspoken question in your eyes. 

“You said he was different. He wasn’t a chatterbox like your brother. He was quiet and mysterious which is why you felt attracted to him. You said… you said you wanted to be the one to whom he’d open up and be his real self with.”

You couldn’t resist the tiny smile forming on your lips. The amount of love you had for Taekwoon was indescribable. Even now, while considering a divorce, you could never say you hated him. You loved him too much to tolerate his indifference or lack of expression. Remembering how you fell in love with his mysterious personality brought a smile to your face, a sad smile. 

“I… I always thought I’d have a married life like you and dad. Seeing how much you love each other has always been the reason why I wanted to get married. And I thought… I thought I could only have this kind of life with Taekwoon. When we first met I thought I’d be lucky to marry a guy like him. He made me feel happy, loved. But now…”

You paused and took a deep breath, not knowing Taekwoon was standing outside the door, heart pounding in his chest and breathing hitched. 

“Now I feel like he doesn’t care anymore. My heart still flutters when he touches me, but those moments became so rare my heart forgot how it felt to be held by him. It’s as if… as if he takes me for granted. We’re married; I’ll always be there, so he doesn’t need to love me anymore. And it kills me.”

You sobbed. 

“It kills me because I love him so much. Nothing feels worse than being so close yet so far from someone I really love.”

Your mother gathered you in her arms and you sobbed in her chest while Taekwoon’s tears rolled down his face. He was never able to express his feelings properly, but he never thought it hurt you so much. Divorce never crossed his mind. You argued about the tiniest issues, but he never stopped loving you. Maybe he was never able to tell you otherwise, but he really loved you. He was shocked when you suddenly mentioned divorce while driving to your parents’ house. He simply asked you if you’ll continue to ignore him in front of your parents and you said: “You won’t have to live like this for too long. I want a divorce.”

He wiped his tears away and went back to the living room as you continued to weep in your mother’s chest. You left her room a while later and joined Taekwoon and your father in the living room, pretending like nothing happened.


The night passed very slowly as you and your parents watched random stuff on TV after helping them pack for their trip tomorrow. Your parents were sitting next to each other and you couldn’t stop staring at them as they fed each other and lent into each other’s hold. You had to fight the urge to run toward the bathroom, lock yourself and cry your heart out. It was painful to see the happy marriage you imagined for yourself turn into a mirage.

Taekwoon felt a piercing pain in his chest as he stared at you stealing glances at your parents and biting into your lip in frustration. He couldn’t stop blaming himself for your miseries and was trying to figure out a way to pull you out of this sadness that’s been consuming you and causing you nothing but tears and silent sobs.  

When it was time to go to bed, your mother made sure you and Taekwoon had enough pillows and blankets, knowing it could get very cold at night. She placed the blankets in the guestroom before attending to her husband. A few minutes later she knocked on your door. Taekwoon opened the door and she let herself in before letting out a gasp.

“What are you doing?”

She asked when she saw you placing a pillow and a blanket on the sofa at the other end of the room. Taekwoon interfered.

“I… I asked her to help me move into the sofa.”

She closed the door and took a few steps in your direction before saying in a firm tone:

“Do you think sleeping on the sofa will solve anything?”

“We’re not looking for a solution.”

You said and Taekwoon turned to look at you before saying:

“Yes we are. I never wanted a divorce.”

You glared at him before looking away in anger. Your mother placed her hands on her waist and said:

“Listen to me you two. I don’t care who wants a divorce and who doesn’t. There will be no divorce!”

She then looked at Taekwoon:

“Sleep next to your wife. If I see you sleeping on the sofa I will kick you both out!”

You huffed in annoyance and she let out a sigh before leaving the room. You looked at Taekwoon before turning around and grabbing his pillow and throwing it on bed.

“What are you doing?”

He asked.

“You heard her. I don’t want to get kicked out at this time.”

You lay down and pulled the blanket over your body and he followed. You turned around, giving him your back. You didn’t want to see him. After having poured your heart out to your mother, everything he’d done was brought back to your memory. Your heart was in pain and you wanted nothing to have to do with him until you were forced to spend the weekend with him, alone.

He lay down next to you, his face in your direction. It’s been a while since you started sleeping with your back to him. Before your fights took a serious turn, you used to sleep with your face in his direction, your smile the last thing he saw before falling asleep, with his arms around your body and your face buried in his chest. He let out an audible sigh and you felt tears wet your pillow. You hate this situation as much as he did, but you were in pain. Feeling unappreciated and unloved wasn’t something you could live with. You wiped your tears away and sniffled. He opened his eyes when he heard your sniffles and realized you were crying. He hesitated for a couple of seconds before moving closer to you. You closed your eyes, pretending to sleep, when he placed his arm around your body, your back resting on his chest. You took a deep breath when you felt the warmth of his body surrounding yours.

Moments like this were the reason you got over your fights every time. He made you feel safe. But it’s been so long since he gathered you in his arms and protected you from the dreadful loneliness you’ve been feeling lately.

A few minutes later you could feel his hands sneaking under your shirt, cupping your breast as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. You shrugged him off gently and moved toward the edge of the bed, away from him. He bit his lower lip, feeling hurt at your rejection.

“Do you hate me?”

You remained silent, pretending to be asleep. He sat up in bed and hovered over you as he said:

“I know you’re awake. Your breathing isn’t even, so stop pretending and answer my question.”

You opened your eyes and turned around to look at him.

“Why should I answer your question when you never answer mine?”

He rolled his eyes and moved away to sit on the edge of the bed, his back in your direction.

“That’s the only thing you do these days, you know? And I am getting tired of this.”

He turned around to find you getting off bed. You grabbed your pillow and blanket and walked toward the sofa.

“What are you doing?”

You didn’t answer his question as you placed your pillow on the sofa and sat down before covering your body with the blanket.

“Good night.”

He got off the bed and walked in your direction before pulling the blanket off your face.

“Go back to bed.”

“What do you want from me?”

He grabbed your arm forcing you to get off the sofa. You pulled your arm out of his hold as you yelled:

“Leave me alone.”

“I don’t want to leave you alone.”

He yelled back, and you were shocked to see tears welling up in his eyes. You sat down on the sofa as you stared at the floor under your feet before whispering:

“You’re too late.”

 “I’m sorry.”

He almost whispered. A sarcastic smirk crept into your face, he’s finally apologizing. You lifted your head slowly to look up at him. You raised an eyebrow before asking: 

“For what exactly?”

He cleared his throat and averted his eyes away from you as he answered your question:  

“I’m sorry I never told you that hair cut looked pretty on you.”

The smirk slowly disappeared as you recalled how terrible you felt when the hair cut seemed to go unnoticed. You went home after getting the hair cut and you were very excited to show it to him.  He completely ignored it as he ate his dinner in haste and went inside his office to finish an urgent report. Not a single comment about the 4 inches you cut off your hair.

Before you could say anything, he added:

“I am sorry I never told you that I love it when you wear your blue floral dress and twirl around like a fairy.”

You muffled a silent sob threatening to escape and he continued:

“I’m sorry I never complimented your cooking, I’m sorry I never told you how beautiful you look when you brush your hair to the side and wear your pearl earrings.”

“Stop it.”

You said as you wiped your tears away and got off the sofa. He followed you and placed his hand on your shoulder but you brushed it off.

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re too late.”


He almost begged.

“Taekwoon I’m tired.”

You dropped your shoulders as tears rolled freely down your face. He pulled you in his embrace and wrapped his arms tightly around your body. You didn’t resist as you wept into his chest. He stroked your back with tears flowing down his cheeks. He needed to share your pain. He couldn’t bear see you like this and do nothing.

“I’m sorry I’ve been such a jerk. I love you, I really love you. I love you more than anything else. Please forgive me.”

“Why did it take you so long?”

You asked, your face resting on his chest and your hands wrapped around his middle. It’s been so long.

He kissed the top of your head and then pulled out and held your face up before printing a kiss on your temple.

“Because I’m so stupid. I will never forgive myself for hurting you like this.”

He leaned forward and peppered your face with short, sweet kisses before pulling you again into his arms.

“I’m sorry I took you for granted. I… I just thought… I am so stupid for assuming you knew how much I loved you. Knowing is never enough.”

You pulled out of his chest and stared at him.

“I’ve been so busy that I forgot how to cherish you, but I promise I will never hurt you again.”

“Why should I trust you?”

You asked as you continued to stare at him. He lowered his gaze and then said:

“Because I love you, I love you so much. Just the thought of having to live without you kills me.”

You slowly pulled yourself out of his hold and walked toward the sofa. Sitting down, you looked at him and a sad smile crept into your lips as you said:

“This is the longest conversation we’ve had in 3 months. 3 months and 4 days.”

He knelt down in front of you, placed his hands on your knees and looked up at you as he begged again:

“Please, just give me one more chance and I promise I’ll never make you cry again.”

You pulled your legs up and grabbed the blanket as you said:

“I need to sleep.”

You wanted to believe him, you really did, but it was beyond difficult to give in to him after all the pain you’ve been through. Your heart was throbbing in your chest as you watched him walk toward the bed, shoulders dropped in despair.

“Turn the lights off please.”

He looked at you but you turned away and covered your face with the blanket. He turned the lights off before lying on the bed, tears slowly running down the sides of his face as he wondered if you’ll manage to forgive him and give your marriage another chance. He knew a lot of couples went through such moments during the first years of their marriage but he never imagined himself going through this with you, not with all the love you held for each other, not with all the beautiful moments you spent together, not with his heart beating only for you.

A few minutes passed until you could hear his footsteps as he walked in your direction. You let out a surprised gasp when he slid his arms under your back and legs. He struggled for a couple of seconds before lifting you off the sofa.

“What are you doing?”

You said as you threw your arms around his neck. He didn’t answer your question as he walked you toward the bed and then slowly put you down.

“You shouldn’t be sleeping on the sofa; you’re getting your period tomorrow, aren’t you?”

 You gawked at him, arms still wrapped around his neck. He didn’t complain as he continued to stare at you.

“How… how do you know?”

He cleared his throat and then said:

“I… your…breast is slightly swollen. It’s because of your period, right?”


His cheeks turned a light shade of pink as he explained:

“They’re not their usual size, so I… I thought it’s probably PMS.”

You pulled your arms down as you continued to stare at him in disbelief.

“Did you really think I… make love to you… out of habit? I know every inch of your body, because I love every bit of you.”

You remained silent as you averted your eyes away from him, cheeks blushing as you tried to keep your tears tucked in. He knelt in front of you again as he begged:

“Please don’t leave me. I’d die without you.”

He leant down and placed his head on your thighs as he wrapped his long arms around your body and soon you could feel his tears wetting your pants. A tear escaped and rolled down your face as you leant into him and placed your hands on his head, tangling your fingers in his hair. Stroking his back as he continued to sob into your hold, you whispered:

“I’d die without you too.”

He lifted his head up and stared at you, tears flowing freely down his face. It broke your heart to see him in this state. You cupped his face and wiped his tears away as he said:

“I promise I’ll never hurt you again, but please don’t leave me.”

“I won’t leave you. I love you.”

He got off the floor and pulled you up, holding you tightly in his arms as he said:

“I love you. I love you so much.” 

Brawling Love Part 12

Summary: Bucky and the reader get handcuffed together to “work out their differences” according to Natasha and Clint.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: probs swearing (what’s new lmao)

A/N: I’m writing this, doing school work and watching Political Animals all at the same time lord help meh.

With the new found information, you stand dumbfounded as you stared at your door in which Bucky had just left through. You let out a frustrated sigh and sat on your bed with your head in your hands. Bucky liked you back and you screw it up.

“Just once, can something go right in my life?” you groan loudly.

“Why not left?” A voice says from your open bedroom. You look up seeing Tony leaning against the door frame.

“What do you want?” you grumble.

“To talk about what everyone just heard.” he replied, walking in with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

“Everyone heard?” you say.

“Yup.” he nods, sitting down beside you. “You both weren’t exactly quiet.”

You let out another groan. “Great.”

Tony inhales. “Listen kid, Bucky is an idiot. He’s insufferable, annoying, rude and downright obnoxious but he does like you. He genuinely likes you, believe me. He literally threatened to kill us if we teased him about his crush on you. Yes, the way he went about it was stupid. He called you names, said mean things about you but that was because he didn’t know that he liked you. He wasn’t accepting it but when he did, that’s when all of this comes into play.

“After he realized he liked you, he tried everything he could to get you to stay away from Ben because he wanted a chance with you. That and I told him to keep you from Ben because I just don’t like the guy. He thinks he’s better than me and he gives me a bad vibe.” you chuckle at the last part, shaking your head.

“What do I do? I didn’t say anything when he told me he liked me and that’s when he ran off.” you sigh. “I fucked up big time, didn’t I? Oh god he probably thinks I don’t like him back but I do. I’ve liked him for as long as I can remember I just-”

“I’m gonna stop you right there, sugar plum.” Tony says. “You shouldn’t be telling this stuff to me, you should be telling this stuff to Bucky.”

“What if he doesn’t want to talk to me right now?” you question as you fiddle with your fingers.

Tony pauses. “Wait a day.” you nod and Tony pats your shoulder. “Alrighty, good talk kid, we’ll be in touch.”

You chuckle at his words as he exits your room, leaving you to think of the many ways you could fix things with Bucky.

She didn’t say a word after Bucky confessed his liking towards her. Not a fucking word. It took everything in him, every ounce of courage to actually admit he liked her and she said nothing.

Bucky locked himself in his room right after the embarrassment he caused himself with Y/N. How could he be so stupid? Of course you’d choose Ben over him. Ben didn’t constantly argue with her, Ben didn’t make fun of her, he didn’t say mean things about her. Bucky did though.

“Oh my fucking god.” he groaned, stuffing his face in a pillow.

“Language.” a voice says and Bucky looks up, seeing Steve at the door.

“How’d you get in?” he questioned as he sat up.

“I had Friday unlock your door. Don’t worry, I won’t do it again, I just had to come talk to you.” Steve reassured.

“Talk to me about what?” Bucky played clueless.

“I think you know.” Steve gave him a tight smile.

“Everyone heard, didn’t they?” Bucky sighed as he closed his eyes.

“You two weren’t exactly the quietest.” Steve responded as he sat next to his best friend. Bucky held his head in his hands. “Listen Buck, things happen for a reason.”

“She didn’t say anything. She just stared at me.” Bucky says. “What are you trying to say? That I won’t get a chance with her because she likes Ben?”

“I never said that Bucky-”

“Yeah but you implied it.” he cuts him off. Steve lets out a sigh. “If you’re here to tell me to move on, you’re wasting your time. I’ll stop trying with her, she obviously chose Ben over me.”

“Bucky that’s not what I was saying. This is just a small bump in the road.” Steve says but he had already pissed Bucky off.

“Leave me alone.”

Steve looked at his best friend and frowned before walking over to the door. He grabbed the handle and pulled the door open before saying, “If you truly like her like you say you do, you wouldn’t stop trying.” and with that, he left.

A/N: Sorry it’s so short :( this was like a lil filler, I hope you liked it though.



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Recollection: A PHOBIA Companion Series
Flashback Two


Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: ~1080

Summary: Winter leaves on his mission. Having spent the entire time thinking of her, he’s excited to return. Where is she? Why won’t anyone tell him where she is?

Warnings: Angst (like A LOT of it)

Originally posted by buckysdiary

She holds her hands out to me as I remove the fabric wrapped around her knuckles.

“I heard Vasily saying you were going on another mission.”

“I am.”

“Can I go with you this time?”

“You did very well today. You’re a brilliant fighter, but you just haven’t trained enough.”

“It’s been nearly a year.”

“That’s not long enough.”

“Come on, Зима. Please?”

“You have to stay here.”

“But I can help.”

I sigh, tucking a fall lock of hair behind her ear, “You’re not ready to be in the field. Maybe next time.”

She smile softly, the corners of her lips turning up slightly, “Promise?”

“As long as you promise to stay out of trouble while I’m gone.”

Her smile widens as she nods, “I promise.”

Her smile fades as quickly as it formed when the door behind her back opens.

“(Y/N), I think it’s time you returned to your room. We must prepare the soldier for his mission.”

She doesn’t move. Her grip on my hand tightens. There’s pain in her eyes as she looks up at me; we both know what he’s means when he says they must prepare me. Last time, it took nearly two days for me to remember her upon my return. I think a part of her fears that this time it could take longer.

I hear his footsteps coming closer, but I don’t dare look away from her.

“Did you not hear me?”

Her gaze wavers. She drops her head and her hand, nodding.

“Yes, sir.”

She doesn’t dare spare a glance at me as she flees the room.

He stares at me, anger burning in his eyes.

“The two of you have become awfully close.”

“I thought that was what you wanted, sir.”

“I wanted her trained. I wanted her alive.” He steps closer to me, narrowing his eyes in suspicion, “I wouldn’t grow too attached.”

“The only thing I feel for her is pity. I have no control over what she may feel for me.”

“Then I suppose it’s her I must do something about.”

He turns away and starts for the door.

“Sir, what does that mean?”

He chuckles, his gaze still turned ahead when he says, “Never mind.”

I watch him leave the room with real fear in my heart when I realize what harm I may have just caused her.

I’m assigned my mission and, suspiciously enough, sent on my way without the usual routine. My memory is my own, which leaves me completely capable of thinking of her the entire time I’m gone. It’s been a few days, but I’m ready to have her back in front of me. I want to know that she’s safe. That she’s okay.

I’m greeted by the colonel upon my return.

“Why isn’t (Y/N) with you?”

“You’ll see her soon enough.”

He turns away and raises his hand in a gesture for me to follow him.

There’s a doctor, and he’s calibrating the chair.

“Where is she?”

“Have a seat.”

I could resist, but I don’t know where she is. I don’t know if my resistance could make things worse so I follow his order. My wrists, my ankles, are strapped down. I’m pushed back into the seat.

“Bring her in!”

Two soldiers practically drag (Y/N) into the room. The right side of her face is bruised and swollen. Her lip is cut. I want to fight my restraints. I want to get to her.

A chair is placed across from me. She’s placed there, her body limp and weak to the point that she can barely hold up her head.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N), Котенок, look at me!”

She struggles, but eventually she’s able to raise her head enough to meet my eyes. She whispers my name. She tries to stand but falls to her knees, unable to move any further.


“A sweet little kitten trying to reach her master. Come on, Soldier, fight for her. It’s part of your mission to protect her.”

He approaches her quickly when I don’t move. His hand caresses her hair, “Perhaps you’re in need of some motivation.”

His fingers tangle into it a second before her yanks her up from the floor. She screams for me. He sits her back in the chair, his hold on her unrelenting.

“This is all my fault.” She whispers, “Please, just let him go. I’m sorry. Do whatever you want to me. Just… please…”

His laugh is the only thing to shatter the silence within the room.

“You know what to do.”

The doctor says nothing. He holds the bite guard out for me. My gaze remains locked on her face as I take the piece of rubber between my teeth.

The first shock comes and goes with little pain. Then comes the second…

I open my eyes, remaining silent as I stare ahead of me. She’s there nearly chest to chest with Karpov. They both look angry; she’s shouting at him.

“How could you do this? You said it yourself! I was to blame! Why not punish me?”

“You never would have learned your lesson if I had put you in that chair. Besides that, you may not have even survived the procedure. You are only human after all.”

“So is he.”

“No. He’s a weapon. Your affections have compromised that in him. Do it again, and you will find yourself in his place no matter what may happen to you.”

“You’re a monster.”

“Perhaps but I still own you.”

He leaves the room. She watches him go. Once the door closes behind him, she sighs.


Her head whips to the side, her eyes open wide in shock.


She runs to me, prying open the restraints that are still locked around my wrists. I stand, pulling her into my arms.

“I thought you would have forgotten me, like last time.”

“I probably should have. I can remember hearing your voice, hearing you scream out for me.”

“What are we going to do when he finds out it didn’t work?”

“I think that was always part of his plan.”

“What do you mean?”

“He wanted to punish you. Having you think the worst would be the greatest punishment of all.”

“I’m scared, Winter.”

“I know, Kitten, but we just have to be more careful. For now…”

I wrap an arm around her waist. My other hand laces through her hair as I hold her head in place against my chest.

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A Girl Like Her Thanksgiving

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing: Bucky x Plus Size!Reader

A/n: This is part of a Girl Like Her holiday series I have coming up.  I just can’t let this story go.  Pure fluff hope you like it!  Want me to write more side stories like this for the GLH series send me an ask!

A Girl Like Her Masterlist / Relapse (sequel to A Girl Like Her) Masterlis

You were in your office going over your checklist for thanksgiving.   You were hosting thanksgiving at your and Bucky’s place this year.  It would be your first time having thanksgiving together and as you were hosting, everything had to be perfect.

You were going through the list for a fourth time when a knock on your door interrupted you.  Bucky’s grinning face peeked around the door, you meet his eye and give him a smile.  Which he takes as an invitation to come in.  Walking around your desk, he turns your desk chair to face him and kisses your lips making you hum in delight.

His lips leave yours to kiss your forehead before he makes his way to the other side on your desk, plopping down on the brown leather chair usually reserved for guests.  Bucky thought briefly about placing his legs on your desk, but thought better of it. He needed you in a good mood if he would get his way.

“Angel how much do you love me?”  He asks giving you a smile.   You look up at him narrowing your eyes, you knew him well enough to know that meant he wanted something.  Something you knew, he knew, you wouldn’t want to give him easily.   

“I love you very much. What do you want?”  You say grinning at him and giving him a knowing look.  Bucky tipped his head back a let out a groan.  He knew you would see through him, you always do.

Giving you a smirk he leaned forward placing his elbows on your desk holding his head in his hands.  You try to hide your smirk.  This must be something big, he was trying his hardest to make himself look as cute as possible. “Sweetheart, I was hoping I could help you with Thanksgiving dinner.  I was hoping you would let me, Steve, and Sam handle the turkey.”

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My Romanian Fiance

Here is part six to the “My Romanian” series.

Read My Romanian Best Friend
Read My Romanian Confidant
Read My Romanian Roommate
Read My Romanian Boyfriend

Words: 1168

A/N: If you want tagged in anything, send me an ask.

           You had been gone for three weeks doing press for the new season of your show. You didn’t mind it, really. But you hated being away from Sebastian. He was working on his own stuff, so the two of you were apart.

           Facetiming again became your means of communication. You didn’t like not being with him, but at least you got to see his face and talk to him.

           “Hey, Beautiful,” Sebastian smiled when the two of you pulled up your Facetime on your phones.

           “Hey,” you smiled at him, “How are you?”

           “I miss you, but I’m doing good,” he said.

           “I miss you too,” you sighed, “I can’t wait to be back with you.”

           “Just a little while longer and we’ll be together again,” he said, “Think you can make it?” he teased.

           “I’ll do my best.”

           “That’s my girl.”

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General Hux Project: Reference Gathering

The other major starting point for Hux (and all costumes in which there is more then one image) is to collect reference photos like they’re going out of style. Hux, asshole that he is, is one of the few costumes not part of the touring Star Wars costumes that were at the celebration. So while tons of pictures exist of Rey, Kylo, Poe, etc costumes on the dress forms at the Celebration…no first order costumes at all were there. Hux is not in a ton of scenes, annddd they’re wearing black clothing, on a black darkly lit ship *head desk* so let the fun begin! 

Some of this came from watching the movie again with the express reason of looking for Hux details, others from the lovely people at the RPF and Imperial Order (RPF is a great place to look for info and ref photos for costumes from movies). I mentioned fabrics in my last post, so this is all the sewing details of it.

So follow this way for tons of ref’s and detail notes on his outfit!

EDIT: Updating as movie is released and more details become visable with HD and behind the scenes. 

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the one where no one's ready

“I don’t understand why we need to get ready, now,” Stiles grumbles, tossing a chip in his mouth as he stares blankly at the television.

“Because you need several hours to look remotely acceptable for public appearances,” Derek snipes, stealing the chip bag and smirking as Stiles flips him off. 

“You both need to get ready,” Scott moans, trying to chivvy Stiles out of his arm chair. “I need everyone ready by six forty-five! It’s five to, now!”

“Babe!” Allison runs out of her bedroom in her dressing gown, and for a moment Scott tries to cover Stiles’ eyes, and then realises he hasn’t even looked up from where he’s glowering at Derek. 

“Uh,” he runs a hand through his hair, “You okay?”

“How black tie is the black tie, here? Do I need something that says future Mayor’s wife, or just like it’s Derek’s birthday again and he wants us all to go to a fancy restaurant and pretend we fit in?”

“You didn’t even try to fit in,” Derek cuts in crossly.

"Hey man, I wore a tux,” Stiles points out. 

“Yes,” Derek’s mouth dries up a little at the memory, and then he scowls, “And, then proceeded to have a bread roll fight with Scott across the table.”

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“preference- ur bffs with cal and u and ash can’t stand eachother, you kinda fight it gets nasty, he says something that shouldn’t be said and it really hurts you (it gets in u) and then he realizes what he has done and he’s v sorry and apologize?” - Anonymous

A/N I hope this is okay first preference! 

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You and Calum had been best friends since you can remember. You were hanging out with Calum and the lads. You always had fun except for Ashton because for some reason he hated you and you don’t know why. You had gotten along with Michael and Luke easily but Ashton always made it awkward for you to talk to him. At first you tried to be nice thinking it was a phase but he was always putting you down and you gave up trying to be nice and just avoided him as much as you can. It got to the point where the rest of the boys noticed to and helped keep you apart to keep arguments form happening. The boys were playing Mario Kart and I just sat on the chair and watched them all get competitive. Once the game had ended Calum, Luke and Michael stood up.
“We are going to get some food from the shop, we will be back in roughly 20 minutes, do not try to kill each other” Calum said. He hugged you and whispered in your ear “I mean you, I know you’re a fab person but don’t kill him” I laughed. “I’ll try not to” I replied. You said bye to the boys as they left and sat back down and I got out my phone to check twitter.
After about 5 minutes you got bored and went to the kitchen to get a drink. You got a cup and poured some water in it.
“Y/N get me a drink” Ashton shouted.
“Get it yourself I’m not your maid” I shouted back.
You heard Ashton stand up and soon he was looking you at you when you turned around. You took a sip of the water, waiting for him to speak.
“Well” I said tired of waiting for him to speak.
“I asked you to get me a drink” he said a little angry.
“And I said get it yourself, I’m not your maid and plus you didn’t say please” I mocked.
“Must you always be so cocky” He replied. He liked to pick fights over the smallest of things and then it would escalate quickly until one of us his hurt or the other boys step in.
“I’m not cocky” I recalled
“yes you are, I don’t even see why Calum is still friends with you to be honest, you always cling to him and I don’t see how he can put up with you all the time, I feel sorry for him” He said with no emotion in his voice.
I looked down. This escalated more quickly than usual.
“Well excuse me Mr I play the drums so I’m punk rock in my pony shirts but newsflash you know nothing about me and Calum, we were friends way before you even met him” I said anger seeping through as my voice gradually got louder.
“Well obviously he felt sorry for you because he’s the only friend you have. Come on Y/N we all know you’re a loner when were on tour, he just feels sorry for you and soon enough once we are on tour long enough he will forget you, so I suggest you leave him now and spare yourself more heartbreak”
By now tears were threatening to spill, I was still looking down.
“I don’t need this” I say putting the cup on the side and walking past him. I know his words should hurt me but I can’t help but think his words are true. I walk up to Calums room and fall down on his bed. I look at the clock in his room to see they should be back anytime now. Just as I was about to close my eyes I hear the door open. Thinking it was Calum I quickly turn around and sit up only to see Ashton.
“Y/N I” He started before I cut him off.
“Save it for someone who cares Ashton I don’t wanna hear it”
“No listen” he paused before I nodded to say I’m listening. “Look I know I’ve been a jerk to you and I don’t know why I guess I was scared the guys would like you more because they have known you longer, but look I went too far, Calum won’t forget about you because he always talks about his amazing best friend and I guess I was jealous because He’s like my friend too”
“Ashton I-” this time it was his turn to cut me off.
“No let me finish” he paused “I just wish he thought of me as his best friend too and I wish I had had more memories than I do with him. So I’m sorry can we try again”
“Yes Ashton we can, but you should know Calum used to and still does say how amazing you are, you’re like his guy best friend and I’m his girl best friend so obviously there are some differences between us. I never thought I was clingy but hey I hardly see him anymore and you’re with him all the time”
“so glad we sorted this out” he smiled walking over and hugging me so I hugged back.
“Hi I’m Ashton” he said extending his hand.
“Y/N” I said shaking it.
“It’s about time. Finally” We heard Calum say from the door smiling.