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Ink and Kisses

Anon said to moi:

“Omg i want a tattoo artist jungkook!!!!!! 😭😩 smut/fluff/and honestly anything!!!! I just love tattoos artists jungkook but there aren’t alot of those fanfic…. can u help a poor girl out ??💖”

FIRst time trying a Tattoo artist AU. I had to do some reading before this, and JK is sO sexy i s2g. Still weird that I don’t really ever feel like doing the do with him. HOPE YOU ENJOY <3 1,400 Words

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Tattooist au!

Part 1 | Part 2 (FINAL)

Originally posted by nnochu

No one would have ever imagined that hardcore badass Jeon Jungkook, the most well-known tattoo artist in the town, the guy who dropped out to follow his passion, was best friends with beautiful, sweet, top-scoring university student, Y/N. 

Physically, they seemed to be polar opposites. He had dragons inked onto his skin, three piercings on his left ear and two on his right, and always wore black; whilst you were a bright, clean slate – but you knew that was what he loved about you.

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Bluebells

Summary: Dan just really wants to put flowers in Phil’s hair.
Word Count: 2,498
Warnings: none
A/N: Hello! I’ve had this image in my head of Phil with flowers in his hair for like 2 months straight and obv i needed to write about it since I can’t do art. This whole fic is basically just me gushing about how beautiful Phil is and I’m not even ashamed. See art for this fic here, here, here, here, and here

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There is a boy that makes Dan yearn to weave flowers into his hair every time he sees him. There is a boy with pale skin as white as snow and pretty blue eyes the colour of Bluebells. He has hair like the night sky and it sometimes glimmered in the light to form little galaxies. He wanted to thread Baby’s Breath through those pretty raven locks until his hair matches the colour of his eyes.

It was an addiction, an anomaly, something that does not normally cross Dan’s mind. Usually, he doesn’t see someone and want to thread flowers through their hair. Usually, he doesn’t think about flowers at all.

But then he saw him and he couldn’t stop himself from going home and studying the names of flowers that reminded Dan of him. Hyacinths and Marigold and Sweet Peas and Lavender, all melding into one to make the most beautiful man Dan had ever laid eyes on.

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In Sickness and Health

kat on AO3 asked: “could you maybe write one where derek travels for business, and stiles is home with the kids. when he gets really sick and the oldest calls derek to come home?”

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Rating: G, Word Count: 1449
Human AU, Sick Stiles, Writer Derek, Fluff, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, POV Derek

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There’s only one person in line in front of him when Derek’s phone buzzes in his pocket. It’s probably Stiles, calling him on the way to TJ and Carter’s school. The person in front of him steps through, to the airplane. Derek grabs his phone from his pocket, and looks apologetically at the flight attendant checking everyone’s tickets. He looks at his phone. A sense of foreboding creeps up his spine. A picture of Stiles and their kids in front of their house is on his screen. Someone’s calling him from their home number. Why would he be getting a call from home? There shouldn’t be anyone there.

Oh God. Something’s happened.

Trying not to let his panic show on his face, he steps out of the line.

‘Hello?’

Daddy’s dying, TJ whispers.

TJ’s just being dramatic, Derek tells himself. Stiles probably just bumped into something, or cut his finger, maybe he overslept, lost track of TJ in the rush to get their kids to school, and now she’s messing with the phone.

‘Why would you say that, little whelp?’ he asks, swallowing down his heart that somehow lodged itself in his throat.

He looks gross,’ is TJ’s unhelpful answer.

Derek can’t really blame her, she’s only four.

Give me the phone! You’re explaining it all wrong!

‘Give it back!

‘No!

Derek gnashes his teeth as he listens to his children struggle for the phone, feeling helpless, until finally Carter comes on.

‘Daddy’s sick. He’s coughing and breathing funny. And there’s a giant pile of snotty tissues by the bed,’ Carter explains. The six year-old is trying to sound firm and grown-up, but Derek knows his child, and can hear the tremble underneath the bravado. ‘And he’s moving around all slow, and keeps bumping into things like he’s drunk or blind or something.

That doesn’t sound like Stiles is dying, more like he’s got a really bad cold or, god forbid, the flu. Derek thought Stiles’ voice sounded funny on the phone last night, but assumed it was a bad connection. Not that Stiles would’ve admitted anything was wrong if he had asked.

‘Alright, little cub. Can you give me daddy?’

Sure. Carter sounds a little sullen that they don’t get to report further on one of their fathers’ imminent demise.

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Father’s Day

I just wanted to write a little feel-good fic for Father’s Day. I know not everyone will get/want to celebrate it, but I hope this will at least make you smile. Enjoy!

WARNING: spoilers ahead. Please read at your own discretion.

Note: This is going to take place post-game, the summer after everything happens. This is also an AU where everyone’s alive and well because I want them to be happy lmaoo. 


The last thing Sojiro expected when he trekked into Leblanc was a bunch of teenagers greeting him, especially when it was this early in the morning.

“Happy Father’s Day!” they cheered.

“Whoa, what’re you kids doing up so early?” 

“We came to celebrate, duh!” Futaba explained.

Haru’s dainty voice chimed like bells. “You did so much to help not only Akira, but us as well, so we wanted to express our gratitude!”

Sojiro shyly rubbed the back of his head. “You don’t have to do that; it was nothing.”

“C’mon, Boss, don’t be like that. You covered for us, so we gotta do somethin’ to thank ya for savin’ our asses,” Ryuji insisted.

“We agreed on Destinyland as our location, did we not? Perhaps I should have brought my sketchbook…”

“Dude, focus. If ya keep tryin’ to draw everything, you’ll miss out on the moments that matter. Plus you always end up gettin’ lost when ya run around sketchin’ everything…”

“Hm, you have provided me with some valuable insight. Thank you, Ryuji. I will carefully ponder over your words,” Yusuke mused.

“Y-yeah, go for it.”

Sojiro shook his head. “Now just hold on a minute. Nothing’s been decided yet. What about the shop? And how are we supposed to afford tickets?”

Ann spoke up next. “Don’t worry, the shop will still be here when we come back! And we all saved up from our summer jobs, though Haru and Akira contributed the most…”

Futaba nodded. “We even have enough for food and souvenirs! Pleeeease Sojiro?”

The manager crossed his arms. “Well…”

Just then, the tinkling bells from the front door of the cafe interrupted, and everyone focused their attention on the visitor.

Akechi stood at the entrance, analyzing everyone’s reactions. “Oh, am I interrupting something? My apologies; I have the day off, so I was going to enjoy a cup of delicious coffee to start the day… I’ll be off now.”

“Wait,” Akira demanded just as Akechi turned on his heel. “I was just about to text you.”

The detective’s curiosity was piqued. “Really? Is something the matter?”

Akira nodded, his ebony hair bouncing from the action. “Yeah, and it’s something only you can help with.”

“…Very well. Please, go on.”

The bespectacled boy procured a slip of paper from his pocket. “There’s a ticket to Destinyland with your name on it, so we were hoping you’d join us to celebrate Father’s Day.”

Akechi’s chestnut eyes widened. “F-Father’s Day? And you wish for me to accompany you all…?” He fidgeted from his internal conflict. “…Is that truly wise?”

Sojiro peeked at the boy for a moment, then he sighed. “I don’t like that everyone’s just deciding everything, but you’re just as much a part of this family as any of these rascals.” Sojiro smirked. “If you don’t like that reason, then consider it as thanks for your loyal patronage.”

“It couldn’t hurt to have one more level-headed person assist me with supervising you all to make sure you don’t cause trouble,” Makoto added.

“Hey! We ain’t gonna cause trouble on Boss’s special day,” Ryuji scowled. He turned his attention to Akechi. “So whaddaya say, man? You in?”

Akechi was speechless. He waited tensely for the bellows of laughter and a ‘just kidding!’…

But it never came.

He glanced around at everyone, desperately attempting to uncover the hidden practical joke, but all that greeted him were their sincere faces and encouraging nods. Akechi took a deep breath. “…All right. I accept your invitation.” He hesitated and smiled bashfully. “…I hope we’ll make good memories together.”

The group erupted into a thunderous cheer, and Akechi was baffled yet again from their enthusiasm; he had expected disappointment. Sojiro placed a hand on his shoulder. “Glad to have you on board, son.” He turned to the rest of them. “You all brought the van, right? C’mon, I’ll drive. Oh, and can you get my camera from behind the counter, Futaba?” He shook his head as he pivoted to open the door. “Jeez, I can’t believe you troublemakers are dragging me into this.”

Futaba reprimanded him. “Quit your whining, old man! Now let’s make like a rocket and blast off to Destinyland!”

“H-hey, who’re you calling ‘old man’?” Sojiro chuckled. “Never thought I’d have so many kids to look after.” He turned to Akira. “This is your fault, you know.”

Akira mischievously smirked. “Love you, dad.”

Sojiro sighed yet again. He was used to Akira’s shenanigans by now. “Yeah, yeah. Just hop in the van before I change my mind.”

“You guys are so lucky,” Morgana complained.

“Don’t worry; we’ll be sure to purchase souvenirs and take lots of pictures! Maybe we could have sushi delivered here and have our own private celebration tonight!” Haru reassured him.

Even though he acted tough, Sojiro was deeply touched by their gratitude and admiration for him. He didn’t think he did anything to warrant such feelings, but he definitely wasn’t complaining either.

The group chatted and played in the van on the way there, and Sojiro thought he was going to go insane. He nearly turned back when Ann and Ryuji were bickering, and they both nearly toppled out of the vehicle.

“Who’s the genius that thought it was a good idea to have those two next to each other?!” Sojiro exclaimed.

Makoto brainstormed punishments for the group’s inevitable misconduct with Akechi. “I-isn’t that a bit extreme?” he implored.

“Not at all. Would you like to hear the more severe ones I had in mind?”

Akechi gulped. “…You truly are a formidable woman.”

Futaba was teaching Yusuke about the aesthetics of memes.

“Interesting. Amphibians and cartoonish sea creatures seem to have great appeal to the people of the Internet. Shall I incorporate this in my next piece…?”

“Go for it, Inari. Oh, and show me when you’re done!”

Haru was discussing her ideas for her cafe with Sojiro, and he even offered some advice and tactics to earn loyalty from customers. 

Akira merely chuckled and teased everyone whenever he joined in on their conversations. Everyone laughed and played car games together until they arrived.

Eager to get things rolling, they assembled at the entrance and were guided through the bag check. After they made it through, they went all out.

The very first thing they did was purchase animal ear headbands, somehow managing to convince Sojiro to wear his. They stayed together as a group by holding hands or linking arms the entire time, and they took turns snapping pictures of each other. 

Yusuke was inflicted with motion sickness from the spinning teacup ride, and Akechi felt queasy himself, so the duo leaned on each other and moped while everyone else purchased ice cream; they even returned with extra for Akechi and Yusuke. The two refused at first, but when Futaba threatened to eat their share, somehow they were magically cured from their ailments, and they had no further qualms with digging in. 

Ironically, the kids had to look after Sojiro at one point due to single moms hitting on him. Akira and Futaba cringed together and pried him away.

“Hey! The adults were talking!” he complained as he was dragged away.

“Can it, dad. This is for your own good,” Futaba replied.

“D-dad?” One thing Sojiro couldn’t get used to was his nickname. Everyone in the group had called him that at one point, including Akechi.

Speaking of which, while the group took a brief bathroom break, Akechi stayed behind with Sojiro to thank him for allowing him to tag along.

“Don’t worry about it, son. You’re one of us now, so feel free to come to me if you’re ever in a tight spot, all right?”

Akechi felt his throat clench as he nodded, and he was exuberant beyond words to finally say that he had a ‘family’, as well as a ‘father’.

Sojiro felt something similar. He joined the merry laughter of the kids; he tag-teamed with Ryuji and boldly sat in the front seat of the roller-coasters; he protected the girls from leering creeps that approached them; he discussed fashion and gave advice to Akechi; he photographed everything so that Yusuke could use it as a reference for his art; he ruffled Akira’s hair whenever he sassed him; he even carried Futaba on his shoulders so she could see the vibrant parade. 

Sojiro honestly surprised himself with how much he treasured these kids. They spontaneously paid for an extravagant celebration to simply thank him for doing what any decent father would do.

Father, huh?

He glanced around at the kids’ beaming faces as they linked arms with him and wandered about in search of their next target: the water ride.

…Heh, not bad.

The group played for hours ensuring that they rode on everything, and they were absolutely drenched from repeatedly riding the water attraction. They purchased all the pretense shots from the rides, and they snickered at their ridiculous poses and faces. In one of the shots, they all agreed beforehand to appear completely unamused and stoic, and the result was completely worth it. 

As soon as they were seated in the van, everyone passed out, and they slept throughout the journey home while leaning on one another. Some of them quietly snored and snuggled with each other. Sojiro impulsively smiled at the sight and shook his head.

Jeez… it’s Father’s Day and I’m the one doing all the work.

He also thought about how these kids never had a proper father figure in their lives, and he felt indignant for their sake. 

It’s their loss for missing out on these kids. But I nearly did the same since I didn’t think it was my problem…

Sojiro recalled the exciting events of the day, and he peered at the sleeping kids once again. His eyes began to tear up.

What a stupid way of thinking… They were looking out for me even when there was a chance that I wouldn’t have done the same.

He wiped the tears spilling from his eyes.

Thank you. I’m honored to be your father.

Hard Times

Request: Peter Parker x Reader where the reader gets kidnapped for leverage and gets tortured but Peter comes to save her.

Warnings: Language, depiction of violence/torture?

Word Count: 1068

A/N: Written in Peter’s POV || This made me super emo but I hope this is along the lines of what you wanted!! Also, SUPER SORRY that it took me so long, I had writer’s block for Peter but now I’ve come through! @painting-tragedies

Originally posted by buckybarnres

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Growing Up

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Requested: Yes by @aesthetictrashxd

A/N: Smut warning, unprotected sex (pls don’t do this at home, you will get pregnant and die)

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines


“Stiles,” Your boyfriend of two years had his back turned to you, his head buried in a book. He’s been so caught up in the Supernatural that you never got a chance to celebrate your two year anniversary last week; he said he’d make it up to you but so far, nothing.

Deciding to do something bold for once, you skipped to the bathroom and changed your outfit from a pair of boring leggings and a jumper to the lingerie you had hiding underneath, you grabbed the silk robe that you stuffed in your bag earlier and threw it over the black underwear. Fixing your makeup and puffing your hair up slightly, you smirked in the mirror at how beautiful you looked.

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Guess our secret’s out // SHAWN MENDES

Request: Can you do one where Shawn and y/n are secretly dating and people find out by them being in a private beach or pool being all cute and cuddly and kissy

Authors note: Just though you should know I hate the word trunks- as in swimming trunks. It creeps me out.


“I bet that I can reach the other end of the pool before you can.” I taunt Shawn, my towel chucked over my shoulder as we walk through the hotel lobby to the pool. It was 10 at night and Shawn had reserved the pool just for us so we could have some time away from prying eyes.

“You think you can beat me?” Shawn grins, shoving me with his elbow and I glare at him, whacking him in the stomach with my hand. 

“Of course I could. If you swim anything like the way you drive, you’ll be eating my dust.” I laugh, watching his eyebrows pinch in an irritated expression.

“Fine. You’re on woman. First one to the end of the pool wins.” He opens the door to the pool with his key card and the overbearing scent of chlorine hits me in the face.

I lead us over to the chairs to the side, the lap pool taking up the middle of the room. Chucking our towels on the chairs, I shimmy out of my T-shirt dress and turn around to see Shawn clad in a pair of black swimming shorts.

“Give a girl some warning won’t you?” I tease, nudging him with my shoulder as I walk past him to the stairs of the pool.

“I could say the same to you.” Shawn murmurs, his hands reaching out to rest on my waist, stopping me in my tracks. His front is pressed against my back and I try my best to ignore the shivers shooting down my spine at his touch.

“Are we going to swim or are we going to chat?” I look at him over my shoulder and he pouts, his bottom lip puffing out and he looks so adorable that I almost consider forgetting about swimming all together. 

“We’re going to swim!” His face lights up and the cheeky glint in his eyes should have been enough warning for what he was about to do. The world tips and in a flash I’m over his shoulder. 

“Shawn!” I shriek, my laughter echoing around the deserted room. “Put me down.”

“And why would I do that? We’re just having a little pre-race fun.” Then I’ve been thrown into the pool. The heated water surrounding me and I push off the tiled floor, rising above the water, gasping for air.

“You ass!” I shout, wiping the water off my face.

“Sorry Hun,” He chuckles, sliding into the pool slowly.

“You won’t be saying sorry soon.” I huff, moving to the edge of the pool where our race would begin. “Remember, it’s fair play here Shawn. No cheating.”

“Just see if you can keep up sweetie.” He grins maliciously and I roll my eyes.

“Ready?”

“Yep.”

“Go.” I take a gulp of air before pushing off the wall to propel myself further. I begin a freestyle stroke, kicking as fast as I could. When I take another breath I look to my left to see Shawn a meter or so behind me.

I focus on swimming again, pushing myself to go faster. Suddenly a hand wraps around my ankle pulling me back. I gasp, accidentally swallowing some of the chlorine packed water.

Shawn’s in front of me now and I do the same thing to him, grabbing his own ankle to pull him back. Somehow the race is now forgotten. Shawn is standing up, trying to reach for me as I swim to the side, shrieking in mock fear.

“Come here,” He laughs, lunging for me again but I dodge.

“Come and get me, slowpoke.” I call, grabbing onto the edge of the pool. He’s closer then I expected and it’s too late for me to escape, his arms caging me in.

“Got you.” His nose brushes mine and all laughter from before disappears. 

“Oh no,” I say in a deadpan voice.

He laughs, kissing me briefly. “What am I going to do with you now?” 

“Hmm.. maybe this?” I move quickly, dunking his head under the water.

He resurfaces, wiping water out of his eyes, coughing. “I think I just swallowed half the pool.”

“Aw, Shawn I’m sorry-“ I start to say but I’m cut off by him splashing me in the face with water.

“Are you serious-“ Splash.

“Shawn-“ Splash.

“Stop!” Splash.

When he finally stops I open my eyes to see his head tilted back as he laughs uncontrollably.

“You should have seen you’re face!” He pauses just to continue laughing again.

“I’m going back to our room and you’re going to be sleeping on the floor.” I scowl, swimming towards the steps out of the pool.

He doesn’t say anything except for the chuckles of amusement.

I walk over to the chairs wrapping a towel over my body, the cold causing goose bumps to appear on my body.

“Baby, I’m sorry,” Shawn says from the pool.

“No you’re not.” I say smiling at him, my anger from before dispersing at the happiness Shawn shows. We hadn’t decided to go public yet with our relationship so we rarely got a chance to go out to public places together and enjoy ourselves.

“You’re right, I’m not sorry but I don’t want you to be angry at me.” Shawn begins to climb out the pool and walk over to me, leaving a trail of water behind him.

“I’m not Shawn, it was fine, I had fun.” I grin at him and he looks at me, deciding whether he believes me or not.

“Okay.” He says, returning the smile.

“Just watch your back.” I smirk at him, and he tilts his head, biting his lip and edging closer to me.

“What’s the worst you could do?” He asks sarcastically, pulling me into his body that’s still covered in moisture.

“Shawn you’re getting my towel wet.” I giggle, reaching behind me to grab his towel off the chair. I press the cloth onto his chest, meeting his dark eyes. “Dry off.”

“Do it for me?” He says lowly, and I feel my cheeks heat at the implied meaning. Slowly I began to rub the towel over his chest, down his arms and around to dry his back.

“I hope you’re not getting any ideas.” I murmur, moving the towel to dry his hair. He bends his neck lower so I can reach.

“Oh don’t worry, I am.” He chuckles and I roll my eyes, hanging the towel around his neck and letting go to hold his face close to mine.

“Good, ‘cos so am I.” I let go, turning away to grab the key card and leaving him standing there stunned. I reach the door, realizing he wasn’t behind me.

“You coming?” I ask, calling back to him. He shakes his head, almost like he was clearing a thought out of his head before he grabs his clothes and follows after me.

I awake the next morning by the sun shining through our half open hotel blinds. I groan, reaching out for my phone on the night stand. 7:48. I turn, laying on my back, opening up twitter on my phone.

I let it load, looking to the side to see Shawn’s back facing me and I smile, focusing back at my phone again. I gasp.

Shawn Mendes spotted with a mystery woman at the hotel’s pool.

Mendes found having some late night fun with a new girl.

Is this Shawn Mendes’ new girlfriend?

And so many more. I frown, scrolling through the new headlines from the fan accounts that I was following. All of them had posted something about Shawn and I.

I roll onto my side, poking Shawn in the back softly. He groans, moving onto his back.

“Shawn.” I whisper, hovering over him as I shove his shoulder enough to wake him up. He opens one eye sleepily and slowly he opens the other.

“Morning,” he hums, a rasp to his voice.

“Morning, look at this.” I hold my phone where he can see it and he squints at first before he looks at me, shocked.

“They took pictures of us while we were at the pool?” He asks, anger lacing his tone and he sits upright like I was.

“Yeah, but its okay Shawn. They had to know sooner or later.” I tell him, softly pressing his shoulders back down as he moves to get out of bed.

He sighs, grabbing my hand.

“I’m sorry it had to come out like this,” he kisses my knuckles softly.

“It’s really okay Shawn. As long as I have you, it doesn’t matter.” I smile at him and he gives me a grateful look.

He lifts his own phone from where it was plugged into charge and opens up twitter himself. I rest my head on his shoulder, watching as pictures and comments about us load onto the screen.

He kisses my forehead, flicking through his mentions.

“Guess our secret’s out, huh?”

Originally posted by bw-shawn-mendes

Bill Skarsgard x Reader (Late Nights)

Request: The classical boss/assistant romance. She works for him for a few years, she loves him since the start, he doesn’t (yet). He’s older than her, a little bossy.

WARNINGS: none! just fluff :)

Word Count: 1,049

Tag List: @jughead-wuz-here

sorry ahead of time for any spelling/grammar mistakes

Your morning was typical: first one in the office, coffee run, note taking during a meeting, bagel run, more note taking and meetings. Your job as an assistant was grueling and not very rewarding, but you were lucky to have it. As a fresh college graduate with no work experience, you constantly reminded yourself that you’re lucky that you weren’t flipping burgers. Your boss, Bill, had taken a chance on you, and you were immeasurably grateful to him.

He was great boss, overall. He had a bit of a temper and could become very angry if something wasn’t how he liked it. But other than that, he was kind. He always made sure that you weren’t overwhelmed and even sometimes bought you lunch. His small acts of kindness and caring is what made you fall in love with him slowly over the years. 

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Friends With Benefits: Bill Skarsgard... Chapter 2 (NSFW)

Originally posted by itsalmamahone

It was the morning after the night I slept with Bill, we’d both completely sacked off dinner and just ended up falling asleep.

I squinted as the sunlight poured out from behind the lightly coloured blinds in my bedroom, and rubbed my eyes with my fists.  

I let out a yawn before turning my head to the side and my heart almost stopped at what I saw, Bill wasn’t lay next to me, we always slept in my bed together, even after last night I had no doubt that he’d stay and spoon me like usual.

I covered my face with my hands and almost wanted to cry, he’d obviously got freaked out from the activities of the night before and changed his mind about being my best friend.

I was distracted mid melt down when I heard slight rustling coming from down the hallway, it sounded like it was coming from either my lounge or my kitchen as it was open plan.

My eyes narrowed and I hastily jumped out of my bed, it was lucky that I’d managed to throw a t-shirt and fresh underwear on last night before we fell asleep, so I was pretty prepared to face my intruder.

I crept out of the bedroom, my feet softly padding against the thick pile of my dark grey carpet.

I held my breath as I rounded the corner, bracing myself to deal with whatever or whoever was coming.

I breathed a sigh of relief when all I saw from my within my kitchen was Bill cutting up some fruit, completely unaware that I was staring so intently at him.

“You stayed.” I breathed, my arms falling loosely at my sides.

Bill jumped, slightly startled as he was completely unaware of my presence.

He lifted his head to face me, a gentle smile graced his perfect lips. He was stood at the counter, a knife in one hand and the other dropping strawberries into a bowl. He only wore his boxers, his torso completely bare and oh so inviting.

“Of course I stayed, why wouldn’t I have?” He frowned, watching as I walked towards him and perching myself on one of the stools at my breakfast area.

I shook my head and nervously ran my fingers through my blonde waves, they rustled around my shoulders in a long bob, messy from last nights antics and from sleeping.

“About last night… it was crazy. I don’t know what came over me, I’m so sorry.” I blushed, shaking my head in disapproval over my behaviour.

“Mya…” Bill trailed off, dropping the knife to the counter and wiping his hands on a towel.

“What happened was a mistake, Bill. It won’t happen again, it was stupid of me to tell you those things. To be quite honest, I’m embarrassed.” I admitted, watching as Bill frowned further.

“Was it not good for you? I mean, I thought I did a pretty rad job.” He chuckled, pushing some hair out of his eyes.

“It was great, fantastic even. But this will ruin our friendship and like I said, I’m not ready to lose you. You’re my only friend and I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t in my life, what happened between us definitely can’t happen again.” I confessed to Bill, looking on as he bit the side of his thumb while his other arm was crossed over his side.

“Well, okay, I guess.” He murmured, a look of hurt and sadness spread across his features.

I sighed to myself and hopped off the stool, walking round the counter to him. I wrapped my arms around his slim waist and rested my head against his bare chest, taking in his smell.

Bill immediately responded and I felt his whole body relax, his long arms wound around me and his chin rested upon my head.

“I’m not ready to lose you either.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

I was glad we were on the same page and I’m thrilled it hasn’t cost us our friendship, I just hope we can move on from it and forget that it ever happened.

“What time are you working today?” I inquired, moving away from him briefly to taste some of the fruit he’d chopped up.

“I’m not, I don’t need to be at the location until tomorrow. Don’t you have the same rota?” He questioned and I thought it over for a second, chewing slowly on a strawberry.

“I’ve lost track of where we’re at, is it sunday today?” I wondered, Bill nodded and I continued. “Can you drive me down with you? If we’re there all day then it makes sense, I’ll put my kit in your car.”

“Yeah that’s cool, it does make sense. I’m gonna grab a shower while you eat, save me some.” He replied, kissing my forehead again quickly before disappearing down the hallway and out of my sight.

Last night had really messed with my head, it was like Bill had relieved all my tension and made me forget about my worries.

I’d been so anxious about working on this new movie that Bill had been cast for and I don’t know why, I’d done make up for big jobs quite a few times, but the way Bill treated me last night just erased all the worry from within my body.

I shook the thoughts from my head and tidied up the counter top, leaving a bowl of fruit for Bill and placing a cup of coffee next to it, ready for when he finished showering and I could hop in.

I made my way out of the kitchen and down the hallway, past the bathroom and back into my bedroom, preparing for my shower.

I clipped my hair back and pulled out fresh underwear and a new t-shirt, I laid my jeans out next to Bills on the freshly made bed that he had obviously tidied up.

I heard the shower turn off and it was a few moments before Bill walked into my bedroom, his body bare apart from the clean boxers he was wearing, no doubt found in the stash of spare clothes he keeps here. His hair was wet and slightly dishevelled from where he’d rubbed it with a towel, he flashed a grin at me.

“All yours.”

“Cool, thanks. You better not have used all the hot water, you took forever!” I laughed, causing him to roll his eyes.

“Well, sorry…”

I burst out laughing and hit the bare skin on his side, he attempted to grab me but I was too quick and dashed to the bathroom.

Once inside I proceeded to cleanse my face and brush my teeth, spitting the minty remnants into the sink.

I pulled my t-shirt off and caught a glimpse in the steamed up mirror, my eyes widened.

I had bruises beginning to form in the shape of finger marks at my hips, with red scratches accompanying them.

I laughed quietly, I knew he’d leave marks.

I removed my underwear quickly, goosebumps erupting on my skin from being naked.

I turned the water on and briefly waited for it to get warm before unclipping my hair and throwing the clip onto the bathroom side, hopping into the shower cubicle, sighing in relief as the warmth of the water cascaded down my body.

I grabbed my shampoo, lathering it through my hair, inhaling the sweet aroma as it washed out, leaving a trail of suds in its path.

It felt good to scrub my body clean, although I was slightly sore from where Bill had grabbed me.

I reached my fingers up to my lips, running them over the skin. I smiled at the thought of how they were plumper than usual, no doubt from the intense kisses we shared.

I couldn’t shake the feeling of how good it felt, how good he made me feel.

I let out an audible scream the second I felt hands on me, spinning around in fright.

I wiped some water from my face, wearing pure shock as my expression.

“Bill, what are you doing?” I asked, facing him.

His eyes were dark with lust as he ignored my face and focused on my wet skin, he was completely naked despite just being dressed, he was also now wet again.

His head snapped up, our eyes connected.

“What you said was bullshit, I know you better than you know yourself. I know how much you enjoyed me fucking you, and you know how much you enjoyed it.” He grinned, gripping my waist and forcefully pushing me against the tiles of the shower.

I couldn’t speak and I definitely wasn’t going to stop him because he was right, what I said was bullshit.

His lips were at my neck, sucking and biting. I writhed in pleasure, arching into his touch.

“Don’t leave any marks.” I managed to let out, he nipped at my neck before pulling back and smashing his lips on mine.

I eagerly kissed back, my hands tangling in his dark blonde hair.

His large hands wondered down my waist, over my hips and one of them slipping between my legs.

My head tipped back against the tiles and a small moan left my lips as Bill rubbed my clit, moving one finger inside of me.

I couldn’t take the feeling of him not being inside of me, I had a burning desire for him and he knew it.

“Fuck me.” I demanded, grabbing his wrist to stop him from moving his hand.

Bill looked up at me with water dripping from his hair, licking his bottom lip and nodding, pursing his lips.

“You don’t need to tell me twice.” and with that he’d picked me up, wrapped my legs around his waist and pressed my back against the tiles, entering me at the same time.

“Oh my god.” I gasped, clutching at his shoulders as he thrusted hard into me.

His ego must have grew ten times larger and I could tell by the look on his face, he was pleased with himself.

“Say my name.” He demanded, pounding harder and faster.

I all but screamed his name as I felt myself unwinding around him, my body convulsed in a fit of pleasure as he pushed me back hard against the tiles and thrusted harder if that was even possible, and it wasn’t long before he was finishing, panting into my neck.

He managed to keep me supported around his waist, kissing me gently.

We started into each others eyes for a few minutes, before Bill shook his head with a little grin.

“Let’s do that again.” He insisted, causing me to tip my head back with a laugh.

He was impossible.


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Chapter 2 is here! I just want to say thank you for the great feedback, i can’t believe all the notes its got and all the messages i’ve received. I’m so glad you’re all enjoying it, hopefully chapter 3 will be up tomorrow!

Catch Me Bill Skarsgård x Singer!Reader

Bill Skarsgård x Reader

Requesters: Anonymous

Prompts:

an imagine where reader is a huge pop star and bill’s long term girlfriend? and she write a song about Bill (maybe catch me by demi lovato that song is so beautiful) and they are so in love and idk
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Hey darling, hope you’re having a wonderful day/night. Can I ask for a bill punk/rock musician!au? Where the reader is his s/o and bill’s going on tour and his partner can’t go with him because college. +One of them is worried about their relationship (maybe some rumours going around, but i'ts up to you tho). Kind of angsty with a happy ending

Note: These two were so similar I couldn’t really separate them without them being the same. The only thing is the reader is still the singer so hopefully it’s still satisfactory. Okay thanx! Read on! :3!

Originally posted by dreamingoflife

Originally posted by zirvedecamasirasangenc

You huffed as you got a singers version of writing block.

You had crumpled balls of paper all over your rented hotel room. You erased your previous writing leaving behind black smudge marks from how low your eraser was becoming.

You were also sure your mechanical pencil was running out of lead from the lead constantly breaking from how hard you were pressing down or how long you have been trying to write.

You knocked me down but I’m stronger now

Out of no where I’m back…

You growled since it sounded too cheesy and tried to erase it but then the paper ripped and you crumpled it up into a ball and threw it across the room to the ware basket. Unlike the others it went right in.

You would’ve cheered if you weren’t so agitated at the moment.

You threw your boulder across the bed and dramatically filled back onto your bed  slinging your arm over your eyes.

You heard your phone buzz and you sighed reaching over and pulling it off the charger and to your face. You smiled noticing it was Bill.

“Hey.” You answered.

“Hey I’ve been trying to call you all day.” Bill said his voice holding a slight tinge of aggravation at the end.

“Sorry love, I was a bit busy. I’ll be back home in a week though.” You said apologetically.

This was very common for Bill to be mad at you because you never picked up your phone since you were so busy either at the concert, greeting fans, or many other things. You had warned him that your relationship would be stretched during tour but apparently he underestimated it.

“You know magazines are actually talking about us. They are saying that we’re going to break up. It’s all over the media.”

“Bill, they’ve been saying that for months now.” You sighed before a realization hit you, “You aren’t…thinking of making those rumors true….right?”

“….”

“Bill?”

“I…”

“Just freaken say it yes or no?!” You demanded.

“….I don’t know.”

“Y-You don’t know? What do you mean you don’t know?! How dare you say you don’t know! You know what I’ll make up my mind for you. We’re done. Goodbye.”

With that you ended his ass and threw your phone on the bed. You sat there for a few seconds like an angry child until you realized what you had just done. Despite your anger tears prickled at your eyes and you sobbed realizing what you’d just done out of anger.

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Better.

Originally posted by imagine-warlock

A/N: This is for @torn-and-frayed. She asked for cuddles with Dean. In my head I was all “Imma write something so fluffy she’s gonna hate me!” And then this mess happened. I don’t even know guys, but I hope you like.

Warnings: Post-hunt down-in-the-dumps-very-sad-hates-herself-reader. Sads with a floofy finish.  No beta in sight (mistakes are all mine)

Words: Just over 1,000

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“Well today royally fucking sucked,” Dean groaned, walking into the room running a towel over his hair. “Where’s Sam?”

Staring off into space, you were vaguely aware of his presence, but his words weren’t registering. Your mind was going a million miles an hour. It was a constant loop of how you failed, how you let people die, how you were too slow and almost got Dean killed, how badly you just wanted to leave this fucking town behind you, over and over and over, until the only things you could feel was the too fast flutter of your heart, and the sting of unshed tears.

“Hey. Come on get out of that head of yours. Y/N, look at me.” he tenderly cupped your chin, and tilted your head back.

“I…what?” you blinked up at him, trying to clear the fuzziness from your brain.

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Chapter 3: For a walking dictionary, you can definitely kick ass // Shawn Mendes

I’ve decided to make a mini series and it will last as long as you guys want it to

Chapter 2: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/165456105886/id-never-hurt-you-shawn-mendes

Chapter 1: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/165397348631/you-might-need-to-buy-another-lock-shawn-mendes


I groan, chucking a used tissue on the carpet floor of my small cabin. Turns out that the Goddess blood running in my veins doesn’t make me immune to the common cold. 

It had been two days since I’d won the fight with Shawn on the training field and unfortunately I’d came down with the flu. I couldn’t stop sneezing and coughing, each breath I took sounded wheezy. 

It was 4 in the afternoon and I’d missed out on all my morning classes including my favorite class- Power of the Gods- where we learned all about the God’s abilities.

Instead I was stuck curled up under my blankets, shivering even though I had the heater cranked up to the highest it could go.

My head throbs painfully and I try to tuck myself tighter into my blankets yet I still feel the ever-present cold. 

Think heat, I’m an oven. I’m a freshly baked good right out the oven.

A knocking on the door pulls me out of my thoughts and I grumble, chucking the sheets off my body and stumbling to the door.

“What?” I mumble, opening the door. I quickly straighten up my posture as I see Shawn standing on the other side, dressed head to toe in black. I slam the door shut resting my back against it. What was Shawn doing at my cabin?

The knocking begins again and I rush over to the mirror hanging on my wall. “Just a minute.” I call before facing my reflection. My hair was done up sloppily in a pony tail and there were dark bags under my eyes from my lack of sleep. The tip of my nose was red from the amount of times I’d wiped my nose  with a tissue. I frown, this would have to do.

I rush back to the door, peaking my head out slightly to see Shawn still standing there, a grin on his face.

“Ready now?” he smirks, raising an eyebrow. 

“What would you like, fireball?” I retort, tilting my head to the side questionably. 

“Fireball. That’s a new one.” Shawn tilts his head like mine, almost mockingly.

“Sorry do you prefer blaze… or flame. What about inferno?” I giggle as he scowls, reaching his hand forward to push on my door.

“I prefer none of them.” he mutters, successfully opening my door and I step back to let him in. He gives me a confused look as takes off his jumper. “Why is it so hot in your room? And that’s saying a lot since I’m basically a walking heater.”

I roll my eyes, walking back to my quilt covered bed. “If you haven’t realized I’m sick. Symptoms are low fever, coughing, sore throat and runny nose.”

“I know what a cold is.” he grins, shaking his head at me. “I guess that’s why you missed out on class today.”

“We share a class?” I blurt out, crossing my legs as I sit in the middle of my bed. He walks over, taking a seat on the edge of my bed, his body a couple of feet away from from mine.

“Yeah, Power of the Gods. I brought you the homework by the way, that’s why I’m here.” he looks away from me as he says this but I don’t miss the slight blush on his cheeks. I grin uncontrollably.

“That’s nice of you.” I say, grabbing the papers out of his hands that I somehow only just noticed he was holding.

“Yeah well, I knew you’d probably freak out if you missed too much class, being Athena’s daughter and everything.” he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. His words make me feel like I have my own little blaze starting in my chest.

“Thanks Shawn, I really appreciate it.” he finally looks at me, his warm brown eyes locking onto my own and I smile at him.

He returns the grin and I’m not sure how long we sit there, simply smiling at each other. My shivering breaks the illusion.

“You’re still cold?” he asks, his voice soft and he looks at me like he’s worried, like he cares.

“Yeah sorry, its this stupid cold, I can’t seem to stay warm.” I mumble, fidgeting with the hem of my quilt cover that I had draped over my legs.

“Here, lay down.” Shawn gets up and I look at him quizzically. 

“Why do you want me to-”

“For a smart girl, you ask a lot of questions.” He grins as I scoff, doing as he asks and sliding underneath my blankets.

He pulls the blankets up until they’re covering my body and I snuggle further into them. He climbs over the top of me until he’s on the other side of me and chucks an arm carelessly over my waist.

“What are you doing?” I squeak, stilling as his hand presses against my stomach through the blankets.

Shawn is in my bed, my back is against his chest and the fire in his veins is keeping me warm. I can’t breathe, my heart was beating wildly in my chest.

“Relax.” He whispers into my ear and I do. I close my eyes, letting Shawn’s high body temperature raise my own. Next thing I know I’m asleep, my body curling into Shawn’s as time passes by.


When I wake up its dark outside. Shawn’s arm is still slung over my waist and his head is nuzzled into my shoulder as I lay on my back.

I tilt my head to look at him, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open. I bite my lip to stop myself from smiling at how young and innocent he looks. When he was asleep, gone was the hard exterior and harshness that everyone said he was.

I flick on the light, basking the room in a soft yellow. I reach out slowly, trying my best not to wake the sleeping inferno beside me, and grab the paper that Shawn brought me from today’s class. At the movement he groans, tightening his hold on my waist. I begin to read the paper, filling in the blanks as I go with a spare pencil.

“Are you seriously doing your homework right now?” A raspy voice sounds in my ear and I jump, startled. 

“I’ve been sleeping the whole day, I wanted to do something.” I glance at Shawn from the corner of my eye and he’s starring at me, an unknown emotion in his eyes. The light flickers, reflecting in his eyes.

“The next one is Poseidon.” Shawn whispers, his chin resting on my shoulder.

“Thanks,” I murmur back, writing the answer down. I don’t look at him again. I wasn’t brave enough to see his hair an unruly mess or his half closed eyes for I was positive I would melt.

We continue like that, Shawn giving me a few answers while I fill the sheet in. When I finish, I place the paper back on my bedside table, flicking off the lights.

“You know for a fireball, you’re pretty smart.” I say into the darkness, feeling content with the warmth surrounding me. 

He chuckles, tugging me tighter against his chest until my face is squished against his torso and the sound of his heart starts to lull me to sleep. His response comes after a moment.

 “For a walking dictionary, you can definitely kick ass,” 

Originally posted by thedailyshawnmendes

Personal Assistant Part4

Previously: Part3

Seb slammed the door shut and screamed in anger, he punched the wall, making a hole and dropped to the floor sobbing an angry mess. He was angry with himself for not telling you any sooner and he was angry at Chris for liking you and angry at the woman he fucked.

“I gotta fix this”

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Consequences {Min Yoongi}

Prompt:  can i request 7, 11, and 19, girl reader x yoongi👀👀 maaaaybe some daddy kink if thats ok with u  🙈 || Requests Open || Smut Game

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warning: spanking, daddy kink, degradation, PWP

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Left leg

(A/N): Still trying to get over this writer’s block you guys! So sorry for the shitty quality of my fanfics! (Also this one is hella long)

Summary: Bucky knew he had dealt damage in D.C. but he never thought he’d come face to face with that damage

Warnings: some angst, Bucky feels horrible, swearing

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @livandlilah


Originally posted by rohgers

   Bucky knew he caused damage in D.C, that’s half the reason he couldn’t go back there. He knew he killed hundreds of innocent people and injured hundreds more, he knew he had fucked up lives in the worst kind of way and that was something he could barely stand to live with. He knew he destroyed the heart of America, he knew he had caused irreparable damage and that’s why he couldn’t face the facts. He couldn’t stand to go back to D.C only to find the hearts of so many people full of hate, even if he did deserve it. He couldn’t stand the thought of having to look at the damage he caused, or having to walk past the memorial site, he couldn’t stand to see all the weeping families at gravestones, holding flowers for the ones he had killed, he simply couldn’t do it. But somehow Bucky’s past always caught up to him, even if it wasn’t in the most conventional of ways. 


    He’d been out on a coffee run for all the Avengers at 7 in the morning, a time no one should even have been alive at but here he was, rubbing at his eyes as he made his way into Starbucks. Surprisingly there was one or two other people already up, most likely those who worked or were those crazy morning people (a type of person Bucky did not like whatsoever) and so Bucky had to wait in a line, begrudgingly at that. 

   “I’ll just take one black coffee, thank you,” The voice in front of him was chipper, much to his distaste. 

   “Can I get a name for that?” 

   “It’s (Y/N),” 

   “Okay, I’ll have that up for you in no time,” And with that the barista turned on her heel to go and make one boring, plain cup of coffee. This (Y/N) person turned on their heel, smacking right into Bucky’s chest with a small noise of surprise. 

   “I’m so sorry, I didn’t even see you there-” Their voice trembles off as they look up at Bucky, no doubt recognizing him from the many articles, tv shows, and interviews he had done in the last couple of years. 

   “Sorry,” Bucky supplied simply, giving the smaller person a tired smile. “I shouldn’t have been standing so close,” (Y/N) nods gulping slightly. 

   “It’s uh- It’s totally okay,” Their eyes seemed to be trained in on his face, looking up at him with a wide, fearful gaze. 

   “I promise I’m not as bad as the media makes me out to be,” Bucky provided with a soft chuckle, waiting for (Y/N)’s expression to soften just a bit but alas it did not, it still held that same, scared look to it as before. 

   “(Y/N), I have your coffee,” The barista waves a small cup, smiling at them softly. With an air of the utmost gratefulness (Y/N) accepted the coffee and paid before nearly rushing out the door, not even excusing their rather crude behavior and that’s when it catches Bucky’s eyes, just beneath the fabric of their sweatpants is a gleam of metal; the connecting joint of a prosthetic. 


   Bucky had ordered and taken the coffee’s back home to the tower, thoroughly confused by (Y/N). They seemed so perfectly happy one moment and the next they had lost their entire attitude, falling timid and feeble before Bucky. For gods sake it was just some random stranger he had met in a coffee shop, not someone he needed to be dwelling on but no matter how hard he tried to focus on something else other than (Y/N)’s petrified expression he simply could not. It was burned into his head- the look of sheer fear in their eyes, the way their face had drained of all color the minute they looked at him. With a displeased little growl Bucky gnawed on the lid of his coffee cup, staring at the floor intently, as though it had all the answers. 

   “What’s bothering you Barnes?” Sam asks as he walks into the communal kitchen, sweat dripping from his face as he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. 

   “Nothing,” 

   “You’re a terrible damn liar Bucky, now what the hell is going on with you,” Bucky sighed as he chucked his cup away, folding his arms over his chest almost defensively. 

   “There was someone in the coffee shop today, they were super chipper until they turned and looked at me,” 

   “Well I’m sure your giant ass metal arm is sure to intimidate some people,” 

   “I know, I get it, but for some reason I just can’t get their face out of my head, the look of fear that appeared there as soon as they looked at me,” 

   “Maybe you remind them of someone? I’m sure there are a million logical reasons for this,” 

   “Yeah,” Bucky sighs as he bites his lip in thought. “I’m sure,” 


    Bucky didn’t sleep much that night, every time he closed his eyes he’d see that face, those eyes, that fear struck expression and surprisingly all sense of exhaustion would be wipe from his body. He tossed and turned all night, trying to sleep but eventually he found it was futile- it wasn’t going to work. With a grumble Bucky rose from his bed, stepping into the chilly air of his room to grab some clothes and his running shoes. If he wasn’t able to sleep why not work out brutally until he passed out instead? Bucky quickly got dressed, before throwing his hair up into a messy bun and running out of stark tower, into the still dark morning of New York. 

   The streets were already loud, people walking to and fro, taxis here and there, but Bucky loved it, it was such a stark contrast to his desolate life as the winter soldier, void of any life such as the bustle of New York. 

   Bucky smiled politely at an elderly woman as he made it to central park, already taking up a path to jog along. It was a little more quiet here, a little colder, but Bucky was fine with that too, he enjoyed the silent time he could run and enjoy the view- Bucky’s brows furrow as he rounds a corner, stopping when his eyes caught on a certain metal glinting in the dark of Central Park, the same glint that walked out of the coffee shop only a day prior. Perhaps if he just kept his distance, ran a safe distance away- or maybe he could change his direction of running to a whole other path? Bucky was just about to turn on his heel when the same glint shifted, along with the rest of the body attached to it. 

   “Are you stalking me now or something?” (Y/N) asks, huffing at a stray piece of sweaty hair. It had been obvious they’d been running, due to their leggings, tank top, and running shoes. A thin sheen of sweat covered most of the skin Bucky could see, almost shimmering against the dark of the park. 

   “N-No,” Bucky stuttered, feeling a bit nervous, even shy, “ I’m just running,” 

   “And you were in the coffee shop yesterday,” 

   “I was uh- I was getting drinks for my friends,” (Y/N) looks him over, their gaze still holding a bit of fear but the more Bucky talked the more that fear diminished. 

   “At 7 in the morning?”

   “They’re early birds unfortunately,” 

   “And what about you?” (Y/N) asks as they take a step towards him, their prosthetic making some clicking noises as they do. “Why are you up so early?”

   “Couldn’t sleep,” Bucky provided, shrugging a bit. “What about you?”

   “Running’s good for the leg,” (Y/N) looked him over, scrutinizing him with squinted eyes. “What’s your name?” Bucky looked at them strangely, his head cocked to the side and his brows furrowed once again. Based on their looks from yesterday he could have sworn they knew him, or at least knew of him, no one looked at him so fearfully without reasoning. 

   “I thought you already knew-” 

   “I know who you are, everyone knows who you are, I just wanna hear it coming from you,” Bucky smiled just a bit, it was small and barely there but it had happened. 

   “I’m Bucky Barnes, and you are?”

   “I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N). It’s nice to officially meet you Bucky,” (Y/N) glanced him over, taking in his appearance with a small smirk. “Since I think I trust you I was wondering if you’d like to go running with me, a makeup for our last little run-in,”  Bucky nodded, his smile growing a bit wider. 

  “I’d love to,” 

  “You’ll have to try to keep up, I don’t mess around Barnes,” His last name sounded fond on their tongue and it nearly made Bucky melt but before he could even dwell on it (Y/N) took off, booking it much faster than he would have imagined. With a loud exclamation of something not being fair Bucky took off after them, smiling a bit brighter than he had in a long time. 


   Bucky returned from the tower that day feeling more refreshed than he had in days, he had finally corrected his wrongs with (Y/N), he got a good run in, and he dared to think he was slowly on his way to making a new friend. With a giddy little smile Bucky grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, guzzling it down rather quickly. 

   “And what’s got you all excited this particular morning?” Nat asks as she meanders into the kitchen, already seeking out her pre training cup of tea. 

   "Who said I was excited?“ 

   "The stupid smile on your face says so. Who is it? Is it a girl? A guy?” Bucky blushed as he looked down at his water, his thumb tracing along the plastic cap. “Nat-”

    “Oh my god, it is someone, tell me all about them, I wanna know,” Bucky sighs as Nat all but drags him to the kitchen table, all but forcing him into conversing. 

    “Nat, I literally met them yesterday, we went on a run today, nothing’s happened," 

    "But you want something to happen, don’t you?" 

    "Nat, I’ve known them for a day, if that, I don’t know anything about them other than their name and number and-" 

    "They gave you their number?” Nat looks at him as she leans forward over the table, her hands clasped together in an orderly fashion.

    “Yes?”

    “Bucky, they’re totally into you! You should take them out!”

    “Nat, a day, I’ve known them for a day, plus I don’t think they like me all too much," 

    "And why not Mr. Chiseled jaw, high cheekbones and a personality of gold?" 

   "The first day we met they kinda gave me this weird look- weird is the wrong word- more like terrified,”

    “But how we’re they today?”

   "Better, I suppose,“ 

    "See? You two are getting somewhere, that’s great!” Bucky groaned, as he buries his face in his hands, his skin nearly beet red. 

   "It’s not that big of a deal Nat,“ 

    "This is one of your first encounters with someone other than an avenger in 70 years so excuse me if I seem excited Barnes,”

    “That’s it, I’m going to train,” Bucky got up with an aggravated sigh, taking another bottle with him just in case. Nat smirked as the brunette stalked away, all his tension following along with him. She’d figure out who this person was and she’d get them together with Bucky even if it was the last thing she did.


    “You’re late Barnes!” (Y/N) called out as they stretched out their legs- or leg to be exact. 

   "Sorry,“ Bucky panted in the cold air of New York, damn near freezing his ass off in the temperature. "I woke up late,” (Y/N) looked up from their deep leg stretch, Eyeing Bucky curiously.

    “You okay?”

    “Yeah,” Bucky smiled a bit, despite the cold settling into his bones. “I’m just a bit cold,” (Y/N) smiles as they stand up, stretching their arms a bit.

    “Tell you what, I’ll buy you some coffee afterwards, sound good?” Bucky nodded, his chattering teeth making his jaw click loudly. (Y/N) smiled as they settled down, their legs and arms relaxed for the time being. “Try not to slip on any ice Barnes,” (Y/N) warned before taking off, leaving Bucky behind to shiver. With a soft quirk of his lips Bucky chased after, hoping the desperate run would warm up his nearly frozen fingertips. 


    It had been nearly 3 weeks since his first encounter with (Y/N) at that coffee shop and although the two hadn’t progressed past the running buddies stage of their friendship Bucky knew that somehow they’d advance in their “friendship”. Perhaps all they needed was a bit of coffee and some time to talk…


    (Y/N) sipped calmly at their drink, making content little slurps as they happily drank the liquid and Bucky thought it was absolutely adorable. He too sipped at his drink although he couldn’t enjoy it to it’s fullest when (Y/N) sat before him, drinking their own coffee so- so- so cutely. 

    “So what does Bucky Barnes do when he isn’t training or going on missions with the famous Avengers?” (Y/N) asks as they set their cup down, much to Bucky’s displeasure. 

    “Well Bucky Barnes just so happens to really like science and art so he spends a lot of his time going to conventions and museums,” (Y/N) smiles, flushing a bit at his words.

    “So you’re kinda a geek?” Bucky chuckles as he allows the warmth of his coffee to seep into his bones, warming his chilled fingers. 

   "Yeah, I guess you could say that. But what about you? Hm? What does (Y/N) like to do in their spare time?“ (Y/N) smiles gently as they take another sip of their drink before setting it down again.

    ”(Y/N) likes to read in their spare time, writing is pretty nice too but watching classic old movies is their favorite,“ Bucky smiles at this; he knew a bit about classic movies, he’d grown up watching the classics. 

    "You should stop by the tower sometime, I’m sure Stark has every movie in existence," 

    “I also found this cool old theater on Main Street, they show old movies all the time, we should go there some time,” (Y/N) looks at Bucky as they quietly drink their coffee, their slurping noises a bit quieter than before. “There’s also a record store full of old albums, I think you’d really like it,” Bucky smiles as he leans backwards, bringing his steaming cup to his lips. 

   "That sounds really nice, I don’t have much to do with my life so most if the time I’m free,“ 

   “Really? The all star Avenger doesn’t do much with his life?” Bucky chuckles, his cheeks warming just a bit. 

   “When the avenger isn’t training or on missions he doesn’t do much with his life, sound better?” (Y/N) hums as they nod, smirking just a bit. 

   “Well, when is this particular Avenger free next?”

   “All this week actually,” 

   “Okay, how about Wednesday we can check out that record store, maybe catch a movie later on?” Bucky nods and smile, a different kind of warmth seeping in through his bones, a pleasant, soul encasing kind of warmth and goddammit Bucky loved it. 

   “I’d be glad to,” 


    Bucky couldn’t help eyeing (Y/N) with every step they took. They were checking out a number of records, flipping through each one with a fond smile upon their face. It was evident that they had put some effort into their look based on the way their outfit and hair looked which meant that they had put effort in for Bucky and damn did they look gorgeous. 

   “Are you going to look at the records or are you just going to keep eyeing me?” (Y/N) doesn’t even look away from their browsing as they smirk, their thumbs flipping each record carefully. 

   “You’re not even looking at me, how do you know-” (Y/N) turns to look at Bucky, smirking even more.

   “I’m looking at you and you’re looking at me and you have been for the last 5 minutes, I even pointed out the swing records to you and you haven’t even touched them,” Bucky blushed, his chilled cheeks dusting just a bit. The two had walked here together in the freezing air of New York and not even the peppermint flavored drink in his hands could warm him up but for some reason looking at (Y/N)’s smile did. 

   “Sorry,” Bucky murmurs as he looks to the ground, smiling sheepishly at the stained concrete. “You just look really pretty is all,” 

   “I could say the same to you Barnes, you look pretty damn good without the sweatpants,” Bucky chuckled a bit, his dust only growing redder by the second. “Now look at your records you dork, the movie starts in half an hour,” 


    Bucky’s date with (Y/N) had gone amazingly. He bought a few records and when they were done they went to the old theater and watched countless silent movies. Bucky was pretty sure it was illegal to hop from movie to movie but with (Y/N) by his side he didn’t seem to have a care in the world. In fact, the movie hopped until midnight, well past the time their first movie ended. 

   “Isn’t it illegal to do that?” Bucky had asked on the way back as he stuffed his face with a handful of leftover popcorn. 

   “Only if you get caught,” (Y/N) sent a little wink Bucky’s way and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t melt his heart a bit. “I wouldn’t recommend eating that entire bin Barnes,” (Y/N) eyes the half eaten carton of popcorn with an air of amusement. 

   “How come?” Bucky asks as he deliberately shoves more popcorn in his face, just to spite (Y/N). 

   “You’re going to be sluggish in a few hours, wouldn’t want me to beat your time in laps today, hm?” 

   “Oh my god, there is no way we’re running today, it’s nearly one and-” 

   “And you have to be up in four and a half hours to race my ass around Central Park, so put the popcorn down Barnes,” Bucky looked at (Y/N) in shock but there was no denying the small smile on his face, a smile that no one had seen in years. 

   “You little shit,” Bucky muttered as he threw the carton away, listening to it hit the bottom of the trash can noisily. (Y/N) hums smugly as they march on their merry way, only stopping when Bucky lagged behind a bit. 

   “You comin’ or what?” (Y/N) smiles at the soldier as he takes a bit to walk up to them, smiling at them just a bit. 

   “You really do look beautiful,” Bucky whispered as he looked at (Y/N), the way their eyes shined under the lights of New York, or the way their smile was best light in spite of all the dazzling billboards, or perhaps the way their hair was a mess beneath their beanie but it still looked amazing anyways. And that’s when Bucky noticed their blush, it was very slight and so light he could barely see it but it was there, he had finally gotten (Y/N) to blush. 

   “You’re such a sap,” 

   “I do come from a time where that was popular,” Bucky chuckles as they begin walking again, back towards central park, where they had originally met up. “Are you gonna let me walk you home or are you just gonna demand I stay here while you waltz away?” (Y/N) smirks as they stop in the middle of the park, looking at the somewhat still city. 

   “I think I’m just gonna waltz away for now,” (Y/N) smiles at Bucky’s expression, a small chuckle falling from their lips as they do. “Maybe I’ll let you walk me back on the next date, hmm?” Bucky nods, stuffing his nearly purple hands into his pockets. 

   “I’d like that,” 

   “ ‘Course you would, you sap,” (Y/N) chuckles as they begin to walk away, stopping a few feet just ahead of Bucky however. “Don’t forget, four and a half hours,” Bucky laughs, rolling his eyes playfully. 

   “You better be buying coffee afterwards,” 

   “You know it Barnes,” And with that (Y/N) walked off, a little spring in their step due to their prosthetic. Bucky watched them for a bit, until he could barely see their dark beanie in the even darker light and then he turned on his heel with a smile, slowly making his way back to the warmth of Stark Tower. 


   “Up and at Barnes!” (Y/N) yells as the supersoldier trudges to their side, more than exhausted. 

   “How are you already so fucking happy?” Bucky mumbles as he rubs at his eyes, yawning softly as he does. 

   “I don’t need a lot of sleep unlike you Princess Aurora,” Bucky smiles just a bit, despite the exhaustion settling into his skin and bones. “I’ll buy you two coffee’s if you can catch up to me, sound good?”

   “No, no that does not sound good-” But before Bucky could interject furhter (Y/N) had already taken off, nearly flying down the sidewalk as they booked it. With a loud groan Bucky followed after them, slowly and tiredly but at least he was running. 

   “Come on Barnes!” (Y/N) shouted over their shoulder. “Hurry up! I’m the one missing a leg and I’m still running faster than you!” Bucky huffs at a piece of his hair in annoyance, the damn strand smacking against his forehead with each spring of his step. “You and that damn hair!” Bucky focused on (Y/N) to find them walking backwards, looking at Bucky with a satisfied little smirk. “I ought to chop that mane off for you,” 

   “Like I trust you with scissors near my head,” Bucky called back as huffed at the piece again, just barely managing to get to sway to the right. 

   “Oh my god Bucky, my dead grandmother runs faster than you,” Bucky growls a bit, looking back to (Y/N) with a sort of menacing glare. 

   “Oh, did I offend you?” (Y/N)’s smirk only grows with each passing word. “Well in that case- hurry your old ass up, I could run faster than you with no legs at all!” 

   “You want me to run?”

   “Yeah, that’s kinda the point here,” (Y/N) smiles nonchalantly but said smile immediately falls when the supersoldier books it towards them, running faster than he’d ever run in his life. (Y/N) squeals in surprise as they too take off rushing down the pavement in an attempt to get away from the rather menacing looking man but it was too late- Bucky snatched them up by the waist before they could even contemplate running. (Y/N) laughs and flails in Bucky’s embrace, trying to fight the man off but he was having none of that, he squeezed their waist a bit as he nuzzled an already damp forehead against their own neck (It wasn’t doing stretches with Nat, especially when he had only gotten four and a half hours of sleep). “Bucky no! that tickles!” (Y/N) screeched when the supersoldier nuzzled his scruffy face into their neck, the short whiskers tickling them more than a bit. “Put me down you fiend!” (Y/N) laughs as Bucky holds them tighter, making it impossible for escape but luckily Bucky was an understanding guy and he dropped (Y/N), immediately taking off down the path. 

   “Who’s the slow one now?” Bucky shouted over his shoulder as he ran as hard as his legs would take him. 

  “You cheater!” (Y/N) yells as they laugh from a distance, double over as they attempt to catch their breath from the brief moment of tickling. Bucky smirked as he ran around the park, only stopping once his lungs were burning and he’d most likely finished any record time of his or (Y/N)’s. With a heavy sigh Bucky dropped onto a bench, placing his cool metal hand against his burning forehead. 

    Bucky had to have been sitting there for ten minutes by the time (Y/N) came back, panting and sweating just as much as he was. 

   “You- You loser,’ They manage between gasps for air. 

   “I actually think I’m the winner,” 

   “I- hate- you,” (Y/N) pants yet again, a small smile rising to their flushed features. 

   “Would a few cups of coffee remedy that hate?” (Y/N) looks at him skeptically before nodding their head, gulping once again. “Do you need me to carry you to the store?” Bucky asks as he stands up, already feeling better after his ten minute break. 

  “Haha, you’re very funny,” 

  “No, I’m being serious, do you need me to carry you there? You aren’t looking to great,” Bucky notes the heavy rise and fall of their chest, the way their sweat dribbled down their face at an almost alarming pace. 

   “I’m fine,” (Y/N) struggles to breath, “I just haven’t ran that hard in years,” 

   “Why?” Bucky asks as he dares to snake one arm around their waist, the other grappling their arm to hook around his neck. (Y/N) didn’t object, something Bucky was glad for; it wouldn’t have been easy to carry them if they were struggling against his grasp and given how stubborn they were he wouldn’t be surprised if they did do something like that. 

   “I lost my leg 3 years back, recovery wasn’t exactly the easiest for me,” Bucky listens intently as he marches them towards the shop, only a few blocks away from the park. 

   “I understand,” Bucky wiggles his metal fingers against (Y/N)’s side. “Recovery wasn’t easy for me either,” 

   “How’d you- how’d you lose your arm? If you don’t mind me asking,” (Y/N) leans on Bucky a bit, their body using his own as a means of support. 

   “I lost it back during the war,” Bucky supplies, not wishing to go into too much detail about his horrible experience. “What about you?” 

   “My leg was crushed under a metal beam, immediately sliced it clean off,” 

   “Did it hurt?”

   “More than anything,” Bucky bites his lip, only imagining the pain (Y/N) had gone through. Bucky had been knocked out cold when he lost his arm but (Y/N)- (Y/N) had not; they were alive and conscious through it all. “The therapy is what killed me though, I thought I was going to die trying to get my new leg to start working,” Bucky looks at their leg, at the less than par piece of metal and plastic, a piece of junk compared to some of the prosthetics today. 

   “I could have Tony Stark fit you for a new leg,” Bucky murmurs quietly. “If you’d like one, maybe one that moves a little better-” 

   “I wouldn’t want to burden any of you guys like that-” 

   “Nope!” Bucky chirps as he turns them a bit, directing them no longer towards the coffee shop but rather the tall tower that belonged to Tony. “He’d love to work on a new leg for you-” 

   “Bucky, the coffee shop is the other way-” 

   “Clint can make excellent coffee,” 

   “Bucky-” But Bucky wasn’t listening anymore, he was too busy directing (Y/N) towards the tower without it looking like he was abducting them which was a struggle given that they were now trying to break away from him. 

  “Plus Nat can make really good food, it’s gonna be great, I promise,” And with that Bucky pulled (Y/N) into the tower, ignoring the weird looks from all the passerby’s on the street as they surveyed the large man hauling the smaller person into the extravagant tower. 


   “How long have you had this leg?” Tony asks as he surveys the prosthetic, completely ignoring (Y/N)’s rather awkward facial expression. It was evident that they were uncomfortable without their leg, especially in front of someone they didn’t know, and especially in front of one of the most famous people in the world. 

   “3 years,” 

   “3 years and you still have this piece of junk?” (Y/N) winces a bit, Tony’s tone suddenly taking them off guard. “You need an upgrade right away, I could get you one that locks into place, maybe one that attaches to the leg itself, maybe i could design you one like Bucky’s?” Tony gestures to Bucky’s arm, as though (Y/N) had never seen it. 

   “How long would that take?” (Y/N) asks, gnawing on their lip in thought. 

   “Maybe a week or so, not very long, although we would have to wire the leg to your thigh…you’d probably have a really nasty scar for the rest of your life,” 

  “Like me,” Bucky smiles at them gently, hoping his playful words would calm them down just a bit. 

   “Would it hurt?”

   “Not at all, we’ve found much more humane ways of surgery since Buck’s time,” Tony smiles at them, “It would be done in an hour tops,” 

   “I could be there when you woke up, if you’d like me to,” Bucky adds in, hoping his offer would entice (Y/N) to make a choice. 

   “I’d- I’d be okay with that,” (Y/N) finally smiles, an unsure, shaky thing but it was there and that’s all that mattered. 

   “Good!” Tony claps his hands, visibly excited by the news. “We can start on casting your leg right now!” Bucky and (Y/N) both smile at Tony’s excitement as he scurries about the lab, collecting his needed materials. 

   “I can help you with therapy too,” Bucky adds as he slides up beside (Y/N), standing to them closer than he had been before. “That way it’s not as unpleasant as before,” 

   “I’d really like that,” (Y/N) smiles up at Bucky as Tony grabs some drill of some sort. “But you still owe me a few cups of coffee,” Bucky laughs, nodding his head in defeat. 

   “Fine, I’ll buy you your stupid coffee,”

   “You’re the best Barnes,” (Y/N) presses a gentle kiss to the man’s cheek, sending his heart spiraling out of control, spreading a huge blush over his cheeks, and melting his heart on the spot. God- (Y/N) was going to be the death of him and oh how right he had been.  


   It was Tony’s third day of casting and he was starting to get a pretty good shape of (Y/N)’s natural leg, or at least what it once used to be. Working countless hours to create a fully functioning robotic leg wasn’t the most fun thing to do so Tony took up conversing with (Y/N), asking them little question here and there, getting a feel for them. Occasionally Bucky would join in but most of the time he sat beside (Y/N), holding their hand and smiling at them as they talked with Tony. Bucky didn’t know how it had started but suddenly one day he looked down to find (Y/N)’s fingers intertwined with his own, how long they’d been there he didn’t know that either but somehow throughout their little appointment with Tony the two would end up holding each others hand (most adorably as well). 

   “So, how’d you lose the leg?” Tony asks casually as he measures their knee and calf of their good leg, looking for proportions for the robotic leg. 

   “It was crushed by a metal beam,” 

   “Metal beam you say?”

   “I was in D.C. the day those planes came down, or whatever the hell you want to call them, well they hit the ground and unfortunately I was pinned beneath one, cut my leg clean off-” (Y/N) goes on to tell their story more but Bucky wasn’t listening, his ears had stopped working after the word D.C. 

   Bucky now knew why (Y/N) had looked so scared the day he first met them, he was the one to take away their leg, he was the reason they were sitting here now, having a robotic leg fitted for them. 

   “Bucky?” Tony asks softly, placing a gloved hand on the soldier’s knee. “Are you good?” Tony’s eyes held concern for his friend given he knew all about D.C, everyone did in fact, the records were out there for anyone to see and you can bet your bottom dollar Tony was the first one to get his hands on all of shields secrets. 

   “In- In D.C?” Bucky’s voice quivers a bit, his raw emotion starting to take over.

   “Yeah…” (Y/N) eyes him strangely, their hold on his hand tightening just a bit. “Remember those terrorist attacks three years ago?” They weren’t terrorists, it had been Bucky, Bucky was the terrorist. 

   “The plane crushed you?”

   “Just some shrapnel from one of the ships…” 

   “Oh my god,” Bucky sighs shakily as tears blur at his vision. 

   He had always tried to avoid D.C, he didn’t want to think about it or what he had done but now there was a piece of what he did sitting right beside him, holding his hand tightly. 

   “Bucky, what’s wrong?” (Y/N) shifts in their seat, turning to face the quivering man. “What did I say?” 

  “Oh my god (Y/N), I’m so sorry, I’m so fucking sorry-” But a sudden sob cut him off, closing his throat as the tears began to roll. “I’m so fucking sorry, oh my god,” 

   “Bucky, what’s wrong? What are you sorry for?” But he couldn’t respond unless it was to curse himself and apologize profusely. 

   “I’m so sorry, It wasn’t my fault, I promise it wasn’t-” (Y/N) suddenly lurches forward, holding Bucky tightly. God- he didn’t deserve this, he didn’t deserve to hold this human being, he didn’t deserve their kindness and concern. He deserved to burn in hell for what he did, he deserved to suffer pain because he took away their ability to walk, he was the one who caused them pain and misery for three years-” 

   “Bucky, it’s okay, it’s okay,” (Y/N)’s soothing voice whispered to him, washing over him like a wave of comfort. “Whatever you did it’s okay,” Bucky sobs a bit as he holds (Y/N) close, nearly pulling them onto his lap with how close they suddenly were. “Can you tell me what you did? Can you tell me why you’re sorry?” 

   “It’s my fault,” Bucky sniffles as he attempts to reign himself in, trying to hold back all of his hatred and shame. “It’s my fault you don’t have a leg,” 

   “Bucky, you’re not making any sense, what are you-” 

   “The ships, I helped take the ships down, if it hadn’t been for me you’d still have both your legs and- and-” Bucky stops once again, biting his lip so hard that he nearly took a chunk of skin out. 

   “Bucky, hey, look at me-” (Y/N) nudged Bucky’s face up with their hands, forcing him to look directly into their eyes. “Whatever you did, it’s not your fault, okay? I’m not mad at you or anything, don’t feel bad, okay?” Bucky sniffles again, too ashamed to look (Y/N) in the eyes for any longer. 

   “You don’t have a leg because of me-” 

   “I don’t care that I don’t have a leg,” (Y/N) mutters, “I don’t care that you think that you’re the reason I’m missing a leg too, and neither should you,” 

   “But (Y/N)-” 

   “No buts Bucky,” 

   “(Y/N), you could be out running and jumping, you could be swimming for fuck’s sake but because I’m a goddamn disgrace-” Bucky stops again, only this time it wasn’t of his own accord. There were no lumps in his throat or tears pooling down his cheeks to stop his words but rather was a pair of lips pressed against his own, silencing him softly yet firmly. 

   (Y/N)’s lips were soft, soft and sweet and nothing Bucky could have ever imagined and holy fuck did he love it. He could kiss their lips all day if they’d let him, he’d savor them, allow their taste to linger on his tongue for days but he didn’t deserve that, he didn’t deserve to indulge in someone so kind and great as (Y/N). 

   (Y/N) slowly pulls away, letting their lips slowly but surely part from Bucky’s. 

   “But instead I’m here with you, and that’s worth more than any of those things anyways,” (Y/N)’s lips brush against his own with each syllable, sending little shots of pleasure down his spine. “Plus, if you hadn’t taken my leg then who would buy me 3 cups of coffee, hm?” Bucky smiles, chuckling a bit. The sound was watery at best but it was sweet nonetheless. 

   “No one in their right state of mind,” 

   “You got that right,” (Y/N) smiles as they gently nuzzle Bucky’s nose. “Now no more tears, okay?” Bucky nods a bit, wiping away the last of his tears. “And no more of this shaming Bucky stuff, okay?” 

   “Okay,” Bucky whispers, scrunching up his nose as (Y/N) kisses it sweetly. 

   “And after this you’re gonna buy me my coffee, no negotiating there,” Bucky chuckles, his shame and guilt finally starting to ebb away. It was going to take a long time for Bucky to finally feel okay, to actually accept the fact that he had done this to (Y/N) and that (Y/N) was okay with it but he knew he’d get there eventually…perhaps he just needed a bit of coffee and some time to talk. 

~Extended Ending~

   “Bucky,” (Y/N) whispers as they press a series of kisses along his shoulders, slowly but surely waking him up. “Come on Buck, it’s 5:30,” Bucky groaned as he rolled over, throwing an arm over his eyes rather dramatically. 

   “I’m too tired,” 

   “What did I wear you out last night?” There’s a smug tone to (Y/N)’s voice and they no doubt have that stupid smirk on their face like they usually do. “Were we up past your bed time old man?”

   “I swear I’m gonna throw something at you if you don’t stop,” Bucky joked as he peeked at (Y/N) from under his arm, smiling at them softly. 

   “Hm, You’ll have to catch me first to do that,”

   “Is that a challenge?” 

   “I do believe so Mr. Barnes,” 

   “I’m giving you a ten minute head start and I’m still gonna outrun your ass,” Bucky chuckles as he flips back over, snuggling into his bed. “So I suggest you quickly get dressed and get moving,” 

   “Loser buys coffee?” 

   “You bet,” Bucky smirks as (Y/N) jolts out of bed, quickly putting their running clothes on and lacing up their shoes as they stumbled out of the door. Even through the fabric of their leggings Bucky could see the little blue lights of their new prosthetic, the one Tony had given to them only a year prior. That day in the lab felt like years ago, (Y/N) was like that, they made time fly by so fast. A day with them could feel like a lifetime and nothing all at once and Bucky loved it. 

   “Be prepared to lose,” (Y/N) whispers as they lean down, pressing a kiss to Bucky’s forehead before booking it out the door, slamming the apartment door shut behind them. Bucky snuggles into his bed, sighing softly as the sounds of New York buzzed around him and if he listened just close enough he could nearly hear (Y/N) smacking into a wall on their way down. With a satisfied little smirk Bucky buries his face in his pillow, breathing in deeply as his body relaxed. 

   “I’m still gonna outrun their tiny ass,” 

Just A Nightmare

Request: Omg could you please do something Where what happened in tonight’s episode with Cas happens, but it’s the reader’s dream and she wakes up and Cas is right there and completely fine and he comforts and cuddles her?? I need this so much rn

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Word Count: a little less than 1k. I know it’s short, but I think it gets the job done.

Warnings: *SPOILERS FROM 12X23!* angst, but it gets resolved bc WE ALL NEED THIS FLUFF RIGHT NOW

x

You sat on the opposite side of Mary on the bed, squeezing Kelly’s hand as she got through another contraction. It was then that you heard Sam and Dean speaking in rushed, frantic tones outside, and you looked at Mary with worry in your eyes.

“Do you mind if I—“

“Go check on them,” she nodded. “I’ll stay here.”

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Jeff Atkins #1

Request: A fluffly one with Jeff pls

You’re welcome! Enjoy it!


Jeff: “ U up?”
You: “Why would I be sleeping at 4:30 am in a school night?”
Jeff: “Very funny. Come outside.”
You: “What? Jeff it’s like the middle of the night.”
Jeff: “Just get dressed and come out. Trust me.”
You: “Fine. Give me ten.”
Jeff: “Nice. Love you.”
You: “I hate you.”

Ten minutes later you try to be as quiet as possible as you walk through your house and walk down the stairs.
If your parents wake up and realize you’re about to meet you boyfriend at 4:30 in the morning, all hell will break loose.

“Shit.”, you whisper in pain after you hit your food on the door and sneak out of it before closing it as quiet as possible.
When you turn around you can Jeff standing in front of his car, arms crossed and with a huge smile on his face.

“Damn it Atkins, what do you want?”, you sigh as you walk over to him and he wraps his arms around you to pull you close.
Instead of answering he places a soft kiss on your lips and wipes some hair out of your face while looking down on you.
“I missed you.”, he smiles and you can’t help it but smile too as you look into his beautiful eyes.
“And I wanted to show you something, come on.”, he opens up the passengers seat and you sit down in his car while you wait for Jeff to start driving.

“Where are we going and why do you have to take my sleep from me for it?”, you’re still grumpy and cuddle into the seat while he drives through town.
“Just wait and see.”, he smiles and you can’t help it but fall in love with him even a little bit more.
The two of you have been together for almost a year now and Jeff’s still possible to surprise you.

After what feels like hours the two of you reach the end of an hill and you raise an eyebrow while looking over to him.
“So what? You want to throw me down the cliff? That’s a way to break up with me.”, you mumble before he shakes his head and helps you to get out of the car.

“You’re unbelievable. Don’t you trust me?”
“I’m sorry I am not thrilled when you take me to the top of an hill in the middle of the night.”, you sigh and he still grins while he opens the trunk.
“Great. There comes the shovel to bury my body.”
“Y/N, would you stop? Please?”, he shuts his trunk again and comes around the car to point at his car with his head.
“Sit down.”, you do as he says and Jeff takes a seat next to you on the hood on his car.
He then wraps a blanket around the two of your and pulls you closer to his chest.
You can look down on the town from here but with the sun still down, it doesn’t really look that spectacular.

“Wait and see.”, he smiles before he hands you over a cup of tea and you finally manage to relax and trust him.
He thought of everything and even though you still don’t know what he’s up to, you like it.

It takes another few minutes and you can finally see what he wanted to show you so badly.
The sun is rising up and you can’t help it but sit up straight in excitement when the whole town is dipped into a light orange tone.
“Oh my god.”, you whisper and Jeff starts smiling before he sits up next to you too and grabs your hand to drop something inside of it.

As you frown and look over to him and he points at your hand.
Carefully you open up your hand and look down on the little silver ring that is shining at you.
“What?”, your eyes widen and he grabs your hand to put the ring on your finger.
“I know we’re still to young to get married but I want you to know that one day I intend to marry you. I love you, Y/N and you’re the best thing that could have happened in my life. Happy anniversary. ”, he whispers and you feel your eyes fill with tears while you look at him.

“I love you too.”, you laugh and cry at the same time before Jeff grabs your face between his hands and places a meaningful kiss on your lips.
This is more than you have ever hoped for and right now you couldn’t be happier.

You and Jeff will be together forever, you know it.

Chaise and Catch

MariChat May 19th: Identity Reveal

(ao3)

Summary: Chat Noir is too tired to be in the story. He still is in it though.


Chat Noir landed softly, his body drooping with exhaustion. He made it just far enough to detransform and lie down before he fell asleep.

His day had been much busier than usual. He spent several hours that morning attending a miserable photoshoot. He then had to go to school and deal with an assignment he had forgotten was due. Not to mention the teacher that had chewed him out about it. He thought that he would have time to rest after school, but then there was an akuma attack that ended up lasting late into the night. He was lucky that Nathalie thought he had passed out in his room. If she hadn’t he would have a lot of explaining to do.

So maybe Chat could be forgiven, when, instead of ending up in his room to sleep, he found himself on Marinette’s chaise. After all, her room felt more like home than his.

Everything would have been fine if Chat had woken before Marinette.

However, instead of escaping before she saw him, Marinette spotted the boy on her chaise the moment she climbed down from her alcove.

Marinette let out a loud eep when she spotted him. She jumped to hide behind her desk chair.

“Tikki!” She whispered loudly. “What is Adrien Agreste doing on my chaise?”

Tikki yawned wiping the sleep out of her eyes with her little paws. “Are you sure you’re not just seeing-” Tikki opened her eyes. “Oh. Marinette, why is Adrien sleeping on your chaise?”

Marinette made a sound of frustration as she peeked at Adrien from behind her chair.

Tikki floated over to Adrien and eeped as well. “What is Plagg doing here?”

“Plagg? Isn’t that Chat’s Kwami? What’s he doing with Adrien? Also why is Adrien on my chaise?!” Marinette really wanted an answer to that last one.

“I think…” Tikki hesitated. “Adrien might be Chat Noir.”

Marinette looked at her Kwami strangely. “Tikki, Adrien can’t be Chat.”

Tikki looked back and forth from Adrien, who had Plagg curled up to his neck, and Marinette. “Right.” Tikki mumbled. “I don’t think there’s another explanation though.”

Marinette slowly came out of hiding. “But that doesn’t make any sense, Tikki.” She frowned. “That would mean Chat was always Adrien and I’m pretty sure I would have figured that out by now.” She nodded at her own reasoning.

“Marinette, Plagg is sitting on him.” Tikki hadn’t had a chosen this stubborn in millennia.

“But, but…” Marinette floundered.

“He has a silver ring on the same finger Chat has his.” Tikki pulled that finger up from where it was resting on the floor. Chat really sprawled out when he slept.

Marinette looked lost. “He, but Adrien, and Chat, and Adrien…” Tikki looked at her chosen with concern. “Chat Noir is Adrien.” She muttered. “Adrien…” She breathed in deeply. “…is Chat Noir.”

Tikki sighed. “Finally.” She said under her breath.

Marinette quietly walked forward. She took hold of the side rail on the chaise and then looked down at Adrien and Plagg sleeping.

“They look so cute sleeping together.” She whispered.

Tikki shook her small head. “Plagg is only cute when he’s sleeping.” She frowned and then added. “He’s an annoying glutton most of the time.”

Marinette looked at her curiously. She had never heard Tikki talk badly about anyone that wasn’t Hawkmoth.

“Do you two not get along?” She asked her voice still soft.

“No.” Tikki sighed. “We get along fine.”

Marinette blinked and opened her mouth to respond.

“What are you going to do about Adrien?” Tikki changed the subject before she could respond. She floated over and sat on the back of Adrien’s head, Plagg’s tail almost touching her.

“I don’t know.” Marinette frowned. “Why is he even here?”

The sound of Plagg yawning made both of them look down at him.

“He was so sleepy yesterday he just wandered over to his favorite place.” Plagg explained sleepily before stretching like the cat he was.

Adrien shifted uncomfortably as Plagg pushed against his neck while stretching. Marinette held her breath as she waited for him to wake. Adrien stopped shifting as soon as Plagg stopped stretching leading Marinette to let out the breath she was holding.

“You shouldn’t worry too much.” Plagg yawned again. “He’ll be out like a light for a couple more hours. It is Sunday right?” Marinette nodded. “Good. His internal clock won’t wake him since it’s a week-end.”

Tikki frowned down at Plagg. “Since when are you this helpful?”

Plagg ignored her question.

Marinette sighed. She could already tell this was going to be a very long day. Then, a thought occurred to her.

“Did you say this was Adrien’s favorite place?” She asked Plagg quietly.

Plagg looked up at her with big eyes and frowned. “Obviously. Why do you think he spends so much time here?”

Marinette looked put-out. “I just thought he was bored.”

Plagg stared at her. “You two are made for each other.” He shook his head in exasperation.

Marinette flushed a bit at that. “Why does he like it here?” She muttered to herself.

Plagg still answered. “You’re here. Duh.” He rolled his eyes.

“Wuh?”

Tikki took pity on her. “He likes you Marinette.” She couldn’t help but giggle.

The girl frowned. “Are you sure?”

Yes!” Both the Kwami’s responded at the same time.

Marinette flushed and hid behind the chaise. The Kwami’s sighed at her actions.

“Marinette? Are you alright?” Tikki asked.

“Yeah, I just…” She stood with a look of determination. “I’m going to tell Adrien everything. That I’m Ladybug. How I feel. Everything.” She faltered. “As soon as he wakes up.”

Tikki giggled and Plagg snickered.

Marinette blushed as she moved over the edge of the chaise and sat down. With a smile on her face she let one of her hands rest on Adrien’s leg. She would have to wait for him to wake up, but she wasn’t worried. Adrien was her partner and they would get through this as easily as they dealt with everything else.

She frowned suddenly. She would also have to have a talk with him about his sleeping habits. There was no way being this tired should be normal.

As she heard him wake up she resolved once more to talk to him about it. Her eyes drifted to his ring and she frowned. That would, of course, have to wait until they talked about everything else.

Always Be the Same (Smut)

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Request: Could you do one where y/n can’t sleep because shawn is going back on tour soon so you try and wake him up and he gets kinda frustrated but you too end up having very gentle/sweet sex?

Word count: 2,231

Always Be the Same (Smut)

I tossed and turned around the bed, still not being able to sleep. I gazed over at the clock, four hours ago, Shawn had kissed my forehead lovingly goodnight, before slowly fading into his sleep.

Looking beside me, Shawn were lying on his stomach, drooling a bit on the pillow. I still hadn’t been able to sleep, not even for just a minute.

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7 times they noticed (2/7)

(in honour of my salty child’s birthday. Happy Birthday Pidge! I decided to write this from Pidge’s pov rather than Lance, just for a change.)


Pidge was up late again. Whoops. It was something o’clock in the dead of night - though she could argue in space, time was sort of irrelevant - and she was still perusing through Altean history. Obviously it was all in Altean, and she didn’t know that much, but still there were thorough diagrams of the technologically advanced civilization, so she didn’t mind. So time passed and lo and behold, she was still awake, fervently looking through incomplete blueprints of Voltron, frustrated at her inability to understand the scribbled notes alongside the drawings. It wasn’t as if she was tired. She didn’t really sleep much anymore.

As her rubbed her eyes in annoyance, the screen still bright, she heard a faint muffled noise - though she couldn’t really make out where or who it was coming from, nor the nature of the noise. The door slid open as she crept out into the hallway, seeking the source of the noise. She wondered if it was Shiro, knowing that he too had trouble sleeping, but it didn’t make sense; his room was a way away from hers. As she walked along the corridor, her bare feet cold against the metallic floor, the noise grew slightly louder. Soon she stopped at a door, and it occurred to her that she thought this was Lance’s, but that couldn’t be it. Lance always slept like a log - she fondly remembered in the Garrison days, all the boys trying to wake him up. Then she remembered why she was at the Garrison in the first place, and it seemed less fond.

She hesitated, unsure whether to open the door; but against her better judgement, she did.

The door slid open with a sound, and the owner of the room looked up in surprise. Pidge’s suspicions were correct. It was Lance. But he looked different. In the darkness, she could see watery trails down his cheeks, his eyes puffy, and dark circles apparent. Her eyes widened.

“L-Lance? Uh…” She trailed off, not knowing what to say, not really. He just stared at her, eyes wide and hands shaking, holding his knees under his chin. “Um…should I…go?” Pidge questioned.

“Yeah, sure. Sorry if I woke you up.” Lance found his voice, and it was hollow, as hollow as the smile that appeared on his face. Pidge frowned at his careless air, contrasted to his sweat-laden hair, which was uncharacteristically sticking up in different places.

“You…you didn’t wake me up. I couldn’t sleep.” She was uncomfortable; he looked so very different to the picture of ‘Lance’ in her mind. “Uh…are you alright?” Lance noticed her discomfort, and got up, rubbing his hair with an attempted air of nonchalance.

“Yeah. Totally, dude, don’t worry.”

“Um…really?” Pidge played with her sleeves, twisting them around her fingers.

Lance visibly stiffened, dropping the pretense of confidence, his shoulders tightening.

“…” He didn’t reply, tears brimming. Pidge cautiously approached him, arm outstretched, and patted him on the shoulder nervously. He flinched at her touch and she drew her arm back in shock. “I just…can’t do anything right?” His voice cracked. “I mean, look at you. You’re fourteen, and a genius. How the hell can I compare?” He looked to her, desperation on his face. She paused.

“I mean, you don’t have to, I guess?” She bit the inside of her cheek. “Shit, how do I say this?” She grabbed her hair and sighed, wincing. “Like, we’re all good at different stuff, and…well…” She closed her eyes. “Fuck! I mean, I don’t know how to do half the stuff that you do!” Her voice was louder than she had planned, and Lance’s face froze into an impassive stare.

“Like what, Pidge?” His tone was harsh and she winced in response..

“For one, you’re a really good shot. Like, really good. Do you remember when you came out of unconsciousness? And you hit that bad guy perfectly?” She looked to him for an answer, willing him to just accept it.

“Luck.” He stated simply.

“Well, you’ve done it more than once. Plus, you’re actually funny sometimes, though it pains me to admit it.” She raised her eyebrows and Lance smiled weakly, the corners of his mouth twitching. “You’d help anyone out - you believe the best in people. We’re in, this like, crazy situation and you haven’t stopped being just you. Stupid, amazing, you.” She scratched her ear. “I guess.”

Lance let out a short laugh.

“Sorry, I’m not that good at pep talk - which you are by the way. You can just energise anyone around you. But it’s okay to hurt, Lance.” Pidge looked down.

“I -” Lance begun, but she cut him off.

“But, dude, it’s not okay to hurt alone.” She crossed her arms, biting her lip.

“Thanks for calling me stupid?.” He was smiling as he said this, and Pidge laughed in response.

“Yeah, I’m pretty shit at this, aren’t I? But…if you need to talk, my door - hell, probably everyone’s door is open. I mean, like in the dead of night, probably don’t knock of Hunk’s door, he’s probably asleep. But like, I know Keith trains at this time occasionally, so…” She trailed off when Lance scoffed.

“Keith doesn’t want to talk to me.” He looked down, and Pidge rolled her eyes.

“Sure. Now, can you get back to sleep? I know I really should.” She smiled tersely and Lance nodded, wiping his cheeks. “Um…this is the worst question, but, how do you not look like shit after nights like these? I do.” She winced, but relaxed when he laughed.

“Oh my dear friend, skincare cream and foundation do their wonders.” Lance let out a grin as worry creased Pidge’s face again.

“You shouldn’t have to hide it.” She turned around. “Bye Lance.”

The door closed behind her, and she put her head in her hands. Now she knew. She cursed, wishing she knew earlier. How come she didn’t notice before? She had to tell Shiro, and although she didn’t want to betray his trust, this was far more important than pride. She bit her lip. Maybe it was a once-off thing? In the meanwhile, she should really get some sleep. God knows she needed it.


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(nb as of 6/4/17: Hunk is up (along with Shiro and Pidge) Others will follow! I’ve done some editing to make the conversation flow better, once again thanks to the anon that pointed it out. I’ve edited Hunk’s and Shiro’s will be done soon. Thanks!)

(7/4/17: Coran is up!)

(17/4/17: Allura is up!)

(general note: I see Pidge and Lance as platonic, but you can read into it as you like. Also, all these stories work together, but can be read separately)