your arms are really long jesus

marriedwithjosh  asked:

Hi, can I ask you how Ethan, Tyler and Mark would react if the reader constantly wanted cuddles and hugs? Thank you! ❤

absolutely ! this is so cute , omfg .

If the reader constantly wanted cuddles / hugs :


Originally posted by crankygoose


Ethan (gif): What? Y/N, I’m recording, stop.

Usually it’s Ethan saying “babe, I’m busy,” and then that turns into “okay, fine, just for a minute,” and then the minutes turn to hours and then you both probably fall asleep . You’re constantly complaining when he’s making videos, just walking around the house sighing and groaning and saying “I REALLY WISH I HAD SOMEONE TO CUDDLE WITH RIGHT NOW!” until Ethan’s finally done with his video and tackles you onto the sofa. “Happy now?!” And, obviously, you are, because you got what you wanted. Basically he always caves and cuddles with you no matter what.


Originally posted by stonefacesmilesalways

You pouting: Don’t just sit there, hug me!

Tyler, continuing to sit there and laughs at you (gif)

You usually grab is long ass arms and wrap them around you, whether he wants to or not (which he usually doesn’t mind). He’s probably taller than you, so whenever you approach to get a hug, you bury your face into his stomach/chest, and it calms you down almost instantly. He likes to tease you a lot about it, sometimes he’ll even hold you at arm lengths when you’re trying to get at him with hugs and cuddles, until you run at him and lock your arms around him so he can’t get out. He thinks it’s really funny.


Originally posted by marielgum

You, holding your arms out and getting slowly closer: You know you wanna.

Mark (gif): I’m watchin’ you.

Mark is so playfully mean about it. Like, he’ll call you needy and whiney, but he’ll always end up cuddling and hugging you, anyway. It’s always, “Oh my gggoooddd, ssstttoooppp,” and “jesus christ, what is your problem?” and then you give a little pouty face, or you hit him in the arm, and he’s like, “fine, god,” and just wraps super muscular arms around you. He’s very playful about it, but you know he doesn’t mind it at all, that’s just how he is.

A-Z NSFW: Jeonghan

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A = Aftercare 

Mommy to the rescue C’mon he’s the mom did you not think he’d take care of you well? Jeonghan’s very attentive with you on the average day, and that gets pumped up after sex. He’s damn determined to get cuddles after sex, and before he can trap you in his arms, he makes sure he runs through the check list. He knows how important it is to take care of yourself after a lot of…exercise…so hauling you off to the shower and a quick snack before crashing back to bed isn’t uncommon. Gentle kisses while checking you over, if it was a particularly…interesting session, lotions are kept at arms reach, and pillow talk is a constant. 

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 

Jesus christ I have the weirdest obsession with his hands fml. Jeonghan’s a pleaser, he likes laying you out and working your body like magic, and his hands are his favorite tool to do that. Long, slender fingers, truly are the best toys when you know how to use them like Jeonghan does. Aside from the obvious ‘oh he likes you ass’ stuff, he’s got a odd love for your mouth; you lips. He’s one that really enjoys watching your reactions to his touch on you, watching your mouth relax and spill moans with each flick of his wrist, how you babble when he’s thrusting in you and you’re close. Really likes your mouth.

C = Cum 

I think…he’s a fairly gentlemanly guy. He doesn’t so much do the whole ‘lemme cum on your face so i can mark you as mine’ bs, aside from condoms, he’s typically one that finishes on your tummy. Quick clean up and it does give him that weird male pride of seeing you spread out, panting, and his juices covering your stomach.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) 

He can’t really indulge in this, because last thing him and the boys need is you very exposed…but he’s really likes marking you, hickies are a lowkey kink he doesn’t get to delve into much. Yeah, he can give you a hickie anywhere, and he does, but Jeonghan just has the intense desire to cover your neck in them, sort of a sign that you’re his since he can’t be around constantly like a regular boyfriend. Kind of like a flag on a conquered fortress, but as much as he wants to, he can’t, and just has to settle for littering your thighs with the same marks.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
I don’t trust these boys, Nana says they’re a bunch of underlined horn dogs, and Nana’s always right. I don’t think any of the boys are very experienced, but they certainly have internet connections and use a lot of toilet paper….Jeonghan knows what he’s up to, and definitely has the means to put his knowledge to the test on you…

F = Favorite position

Jeonghan goes back and forth between a few, he can’t give them a actual numbered order, he just prefers them out of the rest. Missionary is pretty standard, but old tricks still work fine, especially in the morning when you two just roll over and get into it. You riding him is always fun, his hands are from to roam without having to hold himself up above you, plus you’re at the perfect kissing height and the skin on skin contact is a very big plus with him. Shower sex, he just likes having your back pressed against his front; he really likes full contact if you can’t tell.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Sex with Jeonghan is very lighthearted, regardless of if he’s being lovey or it’s getting more kinky. Even when he’s in his ‘dominant character’, he still kind of giggly with you, there’s never a moment when you have to be serious or it feels weird. The atmosphere is very light and welcoming, if you can’t have fun having sex, then what fun can you have?

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)
Listen…speaking as a girl with long hair, I pick one or the other when I shower. Am I shaving, or am I washing my hair, cuz I ain’t doing both in the same shower. He’s gotten so much into the routine of having limited shower time, and that goes towards his hair and actually washing himself that the last thing of his mind is working on the forest. I don’t think he does anything down there, tbh. But maybe after the hair cut he’ll get that into the routine. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Again, he’s a flip, between being really touchy and emotional and getting into some weird, kinky character. But regardless, Jeonghan makes sure you know how much he loves you, besides praise and body worship, the pillow talk is always mushy gushy stuff.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)

Sometimes there isn’t even time for a quicky, he’s just rushed out the dorm and he misses out on his morning fun with you. At this point he’s conditioned to it, so now he’s like ‘well fuck i have a permanent morning boner’, it’s gotta be taken care of. Jeonghan disappears? Yeah he’s found a closet to hide in and figure his issue out, lord know he has to actually hide since apparently locked bathroom doors mean nothing to these guys.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
He does get pretty experimental and dips into things that aren’t really seen as romantic sex, he exudes love and affection while doing so. So he’s very into body worship and praise, going both ways between you. A particular rough day as an idol, Jeonghan loves being laid out and told good things about him from the person he loves, and he loves doing the same to you. That’s half the time with Jeonghan, the idea you have of romantic sex? Yeah, exactly that. Then the coin flips, and he’s pretty dominant, he’s got a thing for a little bit of restraining, handcuffs are a favorite, and hair pulling, not much pain but just you know, slight tug, so he can feel it. 

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere outside the bedroom or bathroom is off limits in Jeonghan’s mind, so places are limited. It depends on what he wants to do that night, that decides what his favorite place is then. When he’s in his lovey mood, and just wants to love you, worship you; the bath is his favorite then. Warm water, you in his lap, bath bomb, play some music. He loves it. Flip that, and when he’s in his ‘lemme find the handcuffs, strip, now’ moods, obviously the bed is the most comfortable place. But in general, weighing both options, the bath’s atmosphere is a bit higher on the list than the bed.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Funny enough, one of the main things is just you two being really mushy together. Talking about how proud you are over the comeback, how good he looks, how good he sounds? Let’s fuck.. Also, playing into his kinks, you just have to thread your fingers through his hair, tug on the roots, and boom. Boner. The hair really helps be somewhat lowkey when you’re in the mood and in public, touching Hannie’s hair just looks like average affection but you know…

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

While talking about kinks and things you want to try, you guys literally just looked up a list of kinks and shiz and went through them. He shot down two things so fast you barely understood his words; he’s not sharing you, and he’s not degrading you. One of Jeonghan’s kinks is praising, seems pretty obvious that the flip side of that wouldn’t really be something he’s in to.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
I’m just imagining that gif of him and joshua eating icecream(?) ‘sexily’ He’s a master of teasing and putting you on edge, he’s figured out your body so much that he’s basically got a cheat sheet for your pleasure. His fingers are more of his favorite tool to use on you, but he’s okay with going down on you, not his favorite, but he’s down for it. More often though, the times he goes down on you are during 69, you riding his face while going down on him. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Because sex with Jeonghan isn’t a one way consistent way, his pace changes just like positions change. But his default pace is almost lazy, not terribly slow but definitely not a pace that’ll be pounding you into the mattress. His pace tends to lean towards the more gentle side, very firm and precise, but slow and fluid.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Jeonghan’s pretty down with quickies, he’s not opposed to them, he’s actually got a pretty positive opinion on them. Seeing as he’s pretty busy, he’s mastered the arts of getting you both off in the weirdest time limits imaginable, Jeonghan’s figured it all out. Quickies happen pretty frequently, a few times a week even, sometimes the only time you two have is during a shower, that a dozen other people need to get in too, so he makes it work.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Jeonghan’s game to play, to an extent. If it leaves the bedroom, it’s automatically a no-go for him. But different positions, toys, roleplays, things of that nature, after being looked into and an idea of what the deal with it is, he’s game to play. Sex isn’t a very constant thing with Jeonghan, what you do in the bedroom isn’t the same day in and day out, it’s very playful and full of experimenting and changes, so he’s really down to switch it up and try new things.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
[See Yearning] Jeonghan’s stamina is pretty high, but in a way that it’s used over time, if that makes sense. He’s quickly ready to go again, but not in the sense that he can go round after round, you two can have sex multiple times a day but not like…5 seconds after the last round. His sex is kind of off the scale in that sense, but on a typical round, 5-8 minutes, he lasts averagely.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Not very often, but he does give up and let you have fun with him. Restraining things are more his speed, handcuffs, ropes, silk or satin scarves. ‘Typical’ toys are brought in occasionally, he does enjoy teasing you to the max, bullet vibrators are a personal favorite of his to use on you, things that vibrate are what he usually leans towards for either of you, or a cock ring for him. Either of you being blindfolded, half of the fun is being able to hear the toy vibrating, and not knowing when or where it’s going to touch. Hannies’s a slight fan of feather toys, mostly on you, they tickle him too much.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
We all know Jeonghan is a little shit, and that’s amplified ten times as much in the bedroom. He’s one that’ll completely stop everything the second you start getting louder, him knowing you’re getting close. He’ll just sit back and hold you, run his hands across your skin, light kisses, before he starts the process all over again, bringing you to the bring of pleasure before ripping it away from you. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
God his vocals are no joke...Hannie’s a vocalist, brilliant singer, no man with the pipes he has is quiet in bed. He’s very vocal, he’s one that doesn’t talk much, more of a moaner, almost to the point it sounds like whining instead. That is, unless you’re the one doing stuff to him, then he’s just flat out whining. His voice carries too, so uh…might wanna invest in a gag or aliens on Mars are going to hear him…

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
[See Kink] The hair pulling kink was accidentally discovered when he let you play with his hair one day. Before Pledis was having him cut it, he gave you the green light to do whatever you wanted after you pouted endlessly. After twisting and braiding and pinning the hair every way you can imagine, a few knots happened, so of course you had to brush them out. A few snags, unexpected moans from Jeonghan and boom. A discovery was made.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
A quote from my Nana: “He’s too pretty, God had to give him something that hangs low to balance out the universe.” According to her ‘dickology’, Jeonghan’s a bit above average, 5.5-6″ and a bit more on the thicker side, because “thighs like that home a nice dick”. anyways im deactivating bye

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Lmao Nana said he’s lowkey the horny toad of the group. Few notches above the average sex drive, Looking back to stamina; he can go a few times a day, just not one round right after another. Jeonghan’s definitely always ready to get his hands on you, good luck my dudes.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
I feel like every video I watch of Jeonghan, he’s going to sleep or is already passed tf out. Typically, since 99% of the time sex is in the bed so he can just fuck right off into dream land, Jeonghan falls sleep pretty fast. Really a wham bam thank you man’am situation. You might as well just go to bed too, he’s just going to latch on to you and won’t let go until he has post sex cuddles, take a nap with Hannie, y’all need it.

Long Distance (Chapter Six)

Oh my god you guys, the fluff in this chapter is ridiculous. I mean honestly, we’ve basically lost any semblance of a plot and the three of them spend all their time texting and video-ing and it’s so fluffy oh my god.

Can’t wait to hear what you guys think lol

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{Group Chat}

From Bucky– Tony honey sorry I missed our video call this morning, had to be up early to help get the team on the road

From Tony– they don’t take you with them on the road? But who keeps the boys from eating cheeseburgers and getting fat instead of working out

From Steve– sweetheart, bucky is usually the one bringing the cheeseburgers. That’s why they don’t take him on trips anymore

From Bucky– I resent that. Anyway, babe just wanted to check in, I know you have a busy day today.

From Tony– not too busy to text you guys, no worries

From Bucky– that’s great. I was going to text you all day whether you were busy or not

From Tony– stuck in the office all day. Tried that new mocha mint drink from the coffee shop down the street and spilt it down the front of myself. Don’t have any extra clothes, so I get to sit in my office all day until everyone leaves.

From Steve– honey that’s awful! Can’t Pepper bring you a shirt?

From Bucky– I can’t stop laughing

From Tony– bucky you’re an ass

From Steve– bucky you’re an ass

From Steve– spending the day grading, no classes so I’ve got to get caught up

From Tony– that sucks, artist man. You definitely need to find something better to do with your time.

From Steve– why don’t you send me a picture Tony, maybe that will give me something better to do

From Tony– oh my professor. Should I wear my glasses and tie?

From Steve– oh honey, yes please

From Bucky– hey guys maybe take it off group chat if you’re going to start talking gross

From Tony– you don’t want a picture of me in a school uniform Bucky? My feelings are hurt.

From Bucky– does the school uniform include a plaid miniskirt? Cuz I’m on board for that

From Steve– Bucky! Omg Tony ignore him.

From Tony– I am completely scandalized right now. Scandalized and horrified. Who are these boys I’m texting? Deviants.

From Steve–…. On second thought, I don’t hate the skirt idea

From Bucky– hell yeah!

From Tony– wtf you two

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One Day at a Time (chapter 4) Lin-Manuel x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5


Summary:  This is inspired by Lin’s adorable tweet about him messing around on a friend’s Tinder account recently. Lin gets chatting to you on tinder and you decide to meet, and quickly begin dating. After spending 2 weeks in London while he films Mary Poppins, you return home and wonder if you can really make the long distance thing work. 

Warnings: Remember when this started out as fluff? Pro tip: don’t try writing fluff after going through a breakup IRL.

A/N: There’s a lot of discourse on rpf at the moment. This is a rpf and is tagged as such so if that’s not for you then don’t read, and I hope we can still be friends.

Word count: 3775

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“You’ve never really talked about her,” Lin said suddenly, absentmindedly stroking your shoulder with his thumb.

“Who?” you asked sleepily


You shrugged. “There really isn’t much to say,” you said, dismissing the conversation with your hand.

It was Sunday morning, the day before you were due to fly back to New York and for some reason neither of you could find the willpower to get out of bed. You’d tried unsuccessfully all morning but somehow managed to stay wrapped up in Lin’s arms, trying to make the most of what little time you had left with each other.

Lin turned over, propping his head up on the pillows while studying your face. “Trust me, you don’t come out of a long term relationship, a relationship which ended in total heartbreak and come out of it completely unscathed,” he prompted.

He could sense your unease and held his hands up.

“Sorry, you don’t have to talk about it. I just want you to know that you can if you want to.”

“Oooh look they do a torture tour of the Tower of London, you can see where everyone was beheaded and everything!” you said brightly, suddenly completely engrossed in a London sightseeing leaflet in next to you on the nightstand.

Lin looped his arm around your waist, kissing your neck to bring your attention back.


You sighed, dropping the leaflet and turning round to face him..

“It’s annoying when you do that you know,” you said gently, wrapping your arm around him.


“When you’re understanding and encourage me to talk while simultaneously reminding me it’s ok if I don’t want to talk. It’s almost like you’re encouraging a healthy relationship or something,” you joked.

“Yeah I’m weird like that.” He smiled, kissing your head. “I know it’s none of my business.”

“No it’s not that,” you said. “She… Kay…. I spent a long time thinking I’d spend my life with her, I thought she was my person.. But that person never actually existed. She left, she’s seeing someone else now and I’m actually ok.”

Lin stroked your arm as your voice dropped.  

“And yeah it hurt but… I guess I can’t spend time feeling sad about a person who doesn’t really exist anymore. I can’t keep living in the past, does that make sense?”

Lin looked at you for a second before nodding solemnly.

“And you don’t have to worry about me, I can talk about this stuff. Jesus, I love talking, it’s my favorite thing to do! But right now…” you looked up at him through your lashes. “ I don’t want to talk.”  You smiled mischievously, biting your lip and tangling your legs with his.

Lin grinned at you before pulling you close, wrapping you in his arms. “We really aren’t getting out of bed anytime soon are we?”

Your lips hovered over his and hot breath tickled your lips.“Stop talking” you whispered.

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anonymous asked:

What are harry and bubbles up to? Can we get a little blurb 😏😏😏😏

“Why do they care what kind of jam we buy from Tesco?” you whined, glancing over your shoulder at the group of paparazzi that had been snapping photos of you and Harry since leaving his house earlier this morning. Foolishly, you had thought they’d leave you be when they saw how mundane your plans were for the day, but alas they continued to snap away.

“S’not about the jam,” Harry muttered, keeping his head low as he reached out for you and tucked you close to his side as you trekked through the carpark. “C’mere, stay close to me.” He placed a kiss to the top of your head, disguising it with a sharp look over his shoulder to ensure the offending privacy-invaders were keeping their distance.

An official announcement about Harry’s relationship with you had yet to come out, and it probably never would. Which you were fine with, to be honest; just because he was in the public eye didn’t mean every facet of his personal life needed to be broadcast across all the news stations and published in every paper.

Lack of announcement didn’t keep speculation at bay, in fact, it probably was a major factor in the number of articles full of fallacies and hordes of paps that never seemed to let you out of their sight. But as long as it didn’t interfere with your relationship, or the happiness you and Harry shared, what did it matter if few camera flashes and rumors swirled about?

“Really, Haz,” you continued. “What if I were buying tampons? Would they want a shot of that?”

“Undoubtedly,” he chuckled.

“Then they’d turn it into some stupid story of how you’re impotent. Harry Styles - The Seed is Lacking - Unable to Impregnate –”

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Firebender!Vernon as Your Boyfriend

Originally posted by hanwooz

  • At your school, you’re assigned a spar partner for matches that stay for four weeks until you switch off with other people
  • Your first partner that year was Vernon
  • Never falling from the Top Five of the Sparring Ranks, the most comfortable in his element, he was extremely intimidating
  • Well… Until you actually talked to him
  • He gave you tons of advice on battle tactics and fighting styles 
  • And he’s sweet! and cute! and has the biggest smile that… makes you melt
  • Vernon in an arena vs Vernon off an arena are two completely different people
  • You guys use a somewhat fireproof dummy to practice and while it’s your turn to use it, he gives out tips
  • “Raise your arm a little higher when you’re hitting so you strike the chin better.”
  • “When you burn him like that, stay a little farther. It’s supposed to be a long-ranged attack.”
  • Whenever you guys decide to practice one-on-one, you never fail to hesitate and get taken down when he gets… too close
  • Cause you like him
  • Great, you like someone way out of your league 
  • Probably one of the greatest firebenders in your generation
  • wOW gR8!!!!
  • On the last day of your partnership and biweekly evaluation match, he… burnt your arm and you gave him a really big bruise on the side of his nose
  • “So can this be an excuse to go hang out and grab some ice cream after school?”
  • “Vernon, I can barely use the arm you didn’t burn.”
  • “I’ll feed you, no worries.” 
  • Also Vernon: “Also I really want you to be my girlfriend, if that’s cool.”
  • jesus christ vernon yes oh my god how long has it been since i’ve waited bless you “Um suRE” (wow smooth)
  • You guys wanted to keep your relationship on the down-low for privacy, but according to Waterbender!Jeonghan it was “So obvious that it’s like the ember of fire in a pitch black room.” okay nice simile dude i just want to live my lifE
  • Since you guys still have school and stuff, there’s only the occasional weekend movie nights and food dates
  • Even if you guys have different partners, you still spar and train on the weekend and talk about how you can take the other down
  • Really likes to hold your hand and swing it far and sometimes it hurts but you love him too much to say stop like he smiles so big when he does it im cryin
  • A huge fan of forehead kisses
  • Never in front of the boys though… The last time he kissed you, Earthbender!The8 screamed and attracted the rest of the boys to embarrass the both of you 
  • He tried cooking dinner for you once and almost burnt the house down because he overheated the mac-and-cheese 
  • Vernon didn’t bother to use the stove, and rather his own hands but he forgot that.. his fire was too hot oh my gosh vernon why are YoU sO STUpid sometimes istg
  • loves you with all his heart, and if it weren’t for the way you stared at him during spars and the way his insides fluttered (with the help of the boys’ encouragements too) he would’ve never felt so at home holding your hand
Accidents Will Happen (Part 4-Final) (Avengers x reader)

Part 3

After the day that saw the team shrouded in black and distraught into silence, the return to the compound felt empty, as did the days following one after another as if they were caught in an endless loop that none of you could break free of.  Everything was gray and cold and pointless; you had no desire to return to work, or to talk to anyone, or even just to get out of the bed that you had shared when your body demanded that you eat or something as necessary as using the bathroom.  Your whole body ached and your mind was numb.

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The Tower

The clock read 3 a.m.

Tim stared at it for what seemed like an eternity before letting out a deep breath. He was tired, and this time it wasn’t his fault. His body seemed to be dead set on rebelling against him, refusing to let him sleep, bombarding his mind with negativity, the chemicals setting off those intrusive, dark thoughts that always seemed to clump in his brain like a tumour.

Tim felt his heart clench in a millisecond of sheer panic, but then remembered: it was just the depression.

He worked his fingers under the thick black rims of his old glasses, massaging his eyes, lingering on the dark circles, stretching skin and dragging hands down his face before turning back to the computer screen. Green numbers and symbols reflected off of a blank, empty gaze.

He was tired.

“Go the fuck to sleep, Timmy. Before I knock your lights out myself.”

Tim started at the sound of Jason’s voice, turning in his chair to find his brother standing in the doorway, his arms crossed, a disapproving frown fixed across his face as he looked Tim up and down.

“Jesus, Tim…” he said. “How long have you been awake this time?”

“I can’t remember, but it’s been a while,” Tim admitted, pausing before adding quickly: “it’s not my fault.”

Jason pursed his lips as if he were trying to decide whether or not Tim was telling the truth.

“I could really take you up on your offer, actually,” Tim said wearily, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes.

“What offer?”

“You said you’d ‘punch my lights out’? Honestly, since sleeping pills don’t seem to work anymore, that seems the quickest way… might hurt in the morning though.”

Jason ran a hand through his hair with a rough sigh, making his way over to where Tim sat. He pulled up another chair and sat with his chest against the back, resting his chin on his arms as he pondered Tim’s request.

“I could always read you ‘Wayne or Lose’… that usually bores the hell out of me.”

Tim opened his eyes and threw Jason a dirty look. “I wrote that, Jay.”

Jason returned Tim’s gaze pointedly, a smirk playing on the corner of his lips. “I know.”

Tim rolled his eyes in response and crumbled into a small ball in the chair, hugging his knees tightly and burying his face in them. The cave was starting to twist and turn in a morbid battle of shadows and eerie lights that sparked in the corner of his eyes. His stomach turned with the need for sleep, bones practically aching for it.

It was that awful feeling you get when you know you need to cry, but you can’t. You know that having a good cry, letting it all out like removing the venom of a snake, would make you feel a thousand times better… but for some inexplicable reason, you just can’t.

His chest shuddered with the need to break down, but the laughing voices in his head would not allow him, continued to batter against his brain with their accusations and sharp criticisms of worthlessness and failure.

He was tired.

Suddenly, Tim felt himself being enveloped by warmth as a blanket was draped over his shoulders.

He looked up to meet the deep, overflowing eyes of Jason, who held his gaze for only a moment before holding up a book and beginning to read.

It took Tim a while to latch on to the words, to really hear them. They weren’t as easy for him to understand as computer code, did not come as smoothly as academic articles explaining the chemical breakdown of fear gas….

But Jason’s words washed over him in a lulling, mesmerising way that made him feel as if he weren’t really there in this world, in this reality. Not in the awful, detached, dissociating way that Tim was used to. Rather, it were as if he were being gently tugged away from his fears, away from the pains and aches and sorrows and nagging anxiety, and brought into stillness.

Tim closed his eyes again, and heard Jason turn the page, the paper crinkling softy in the silence of the cave. The melancholy, still voice grew distant as he faded into a deep sleep…

“'Now shall I make my soul,
Compelling it to study
In a learned school
Till the wreck of body,
Slow decay of blood,
Testy delirium
Or dull ineptitude,
Or what worse evil comeー
The death of friends, or death
Of every brilliant eye
That made a catch in the breathー
Seem but clouds of the sky
When the horizon fades,
Or a bird’s sleepy cry
Among the deepening shades.’”

anonymous asked:

hc's for the paladins with a touch-starved s/o who needs a lot of long hugs and physical affection?

Anon, don’t stalk me. And stop calling me out, it’s rude. ~ Mod Saffron


  • Shiro doesn’t mind at all. If you need a hug or just a cuddle of the arm, simply wrap your arms around him and he will bless you with the best Dad Hug™.
  • He, too, is somewhat starved of affection since half of his arm is gone and replaced with a machine. No one can tell, but Shiro seems to like all things fluffy and simply enjoy the sensation of soft things.
    • Since you have not been graced with familial love and attention, Shiro will swallow any opportunity he gets to fluff you hair, kiss you, or rub your shoulders.
      • Psst. Shiro gives the best massages, he’ll murder those knots in no time flat ;)
    • He will never let you have a moment where you are alone in your own thoughts even for a second, since he knows that you might conjure up some theories about why someone didn’t touch you happily today.
      • You got a sad look? He’s already smothering you in hugs and kisses. Maybe some tickles on the side to make you laugh.
  • Tells you to never be ashamed about being affectionate, but to always direct the feeling to him first. Seeing you drape yourself over Pidge or Lance really irks him because can he have that, too?
  • Cuddles are always a thing.
    • Massages, too. Those always lead to something more deeper, if ya catch me drift ;DD


  • People think Keith is very reserved via touch but he is often showed to be an instigator for friendly touches. If you lean your head onto his shoulders, you best be betting your ass that he will lean his head back onto yours.
    • Often times, Keith will try to lace fingers with you and rub the back of your hand with his thumb. He’ll create weird, inconsistent patterns across your skin, but the sensation of his cold digits are nice.
  • He enjoys long hugs. It allows him to register things like, who is in his arms, why he’s holding them, and what they mean to him in his life. It makes his heart beat faster when he realizes, Shit, I love her.
    • If you don’t give him at least a few hugs or rubs throughout the day, he will know something is up. He won’t even ask questions, he’ll just tug you into a tight embrace and sling his arms around your back to trace the skin beneath your shirt.
  • Keith likes those private hugs where you’re in each other’s arms and your foreheads are clamped together. You’re just staring into his eyes and feeding each other Eskimo kisses, it’s great.
  • The usual touch he will give you is a shoulder rub or a hand squeeze. Yeah, he’s cliche like that, but he’s basically devoid of all human affection since he was a kid so humor him.
    • He’s actually more touch-starved than you but we’ll let that slide for now.


  • He has his moments of depression and loneliness, but will never attempt to burden others about it. Self-reserved about his feelings, but you’re his significant other who feels the same way? You two are spending the night all cocooned in blankets and never letting go of each other.
    • But you gotta wash up sometime, right? Screw it, Lance’s grip around you is like an anaconda.
    • “Lance, off, I need to shower! We stink!” “Let me shower you in kisses, babe.” 
      • You know you like it, but you can’t help rolling your eyes dur dur
  • Lance isn’t touch-starved, he’s a spoiled brat, but he does like to hug people. He’s Cuban, after all, they all give kisses as greetings and big bro hugs to part ways. He’s a very affectionate baby, so your hugless days are over once you meet him.
    • He’s always touching you. Hands, shoulders, butt (LANCE!), back, you name it.
    • He tried to give you massages without getting a boner, but he will work on it as your relationship delves further on.
  • Lance’s long hugs consist of rocking back and forth, humming foreign words of comfort, and stringing his fingers through your scalp. His hugs never end until you say so and his body is very easy to reach around and squeeze. 
    • He wants you to feel loved more than anything and if he can get a small smile out of you, he can ascend to Heaven happily. Tickle fights are imminent, so be on guard.


  • Best self-proclaimed cuddler who will gladly share his bear hugs with his love. Will always rub your arms and have a hand rubbing your back, to which you will sink yourself into and stay there. 
    • You might cry from too much affection that was never bestowed upon you, but he will comfort you gently with more hugs and soft-spoken words.
    • Before he cuddles with you, however, he will whip up some space cookies and hot water because he wants to get some levelheadedness and maybe talk your feelings out before you sink into his plush body.
      • Hunk, you fool, just cuddle. Then everything will be alright.
  • He likes to talk his hugs out just because he doesn’t enjoy silences. It irks him to the point where he just has the need to spout something from his mind.
    • You don’t mind the background of his chatter, as long as you have his beefy arms wound around your figure.
  • You feel safe in his arms, so you will never go to sleep without yourself in them. You might seem clingy at first, but he honestly doesn’t mind.
    • Hunk loves this attention he gets emotionally because he’s been told that his body frame would never attract anyone so he depends on a relationship based around emotion.
      • Yeah, he has a reason to be hugged, too. Jeez.


  • Doesn’t care if she’s not touchy-feely because she will give up any machine in the world to make you feel safe and emotionally alright. She’s not the greatest at social interactions, but she does enjoy a little hug now and then to comfort her.
    • She’s 15, for Quiznack’s sake. Comfort the babe.
  • Pidge’s family consisted of mostly boys, besides her mother, so she isn’t really used to the consistent hug thing. 
    • It’s confirmed that she descends from Italians, so the older side of her family must have been naturally affectionate with one another.
      • Pidge loves/hates wet smooches on the side of her cheek as she’s working, but she will always get you back.
      • This relationship also allows her to experiment with her comfortability in her affection zone. Turns out she loves cuddling and kissing. She’s just getting used to her feelings, so take some time with her, be patient.
    • “Don’t be upsetti, have some spaghetti.”
  • Even if she’s diligently working on something, just sit next to her and she’ll subconsciously reach out for your hand and rub it. She enjoys your head on her back, the pressure keeps her concentrated.
  • She’s not really a fan of long hugs, to be honest, but she really enjoys holding you from the side as you both sit against a wall or something. The side hold allows her tiny body to breathe without being confined to a tight sweaty hug.
    • “But cuddles are the same–” “Shh, don’t be upsetti.”
movies .

“This will never get done,” she whines, pushing her laptop away. “It’s not fucking fair to assign a ten page paper two nights before it’s due.”

Shawn watches on with a water bottle up to his lips, back against the kitchen counter. A sweatshirt hangs from his broad shoulders while athletic shorts swish around his knees, a beat up pair of Nikes halfway on his feet. “What’s it on?” he questions, walking over to lean down so their heads are level, one arm steadying on the table while the other lands on her shoulder, thumb rubbing just below the collar of her shirt. Typed page after typed page with miniscule words swim in his vision, giving him a headache. He blinks a couple times and then wipes at his eyes. “Jesus Christ, make the font bigger. Can barely read it.”

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Never wanna leave you

I woke up in the morning surprisingly later than usual. Since I gave birth four months ago I was pretty much only asleep when she was, and she was definitely awake already. I roll over and notice that Kian wasn’t in bed. He must’ve gotten up with her so that I could sleep in. I smile and roll out of bed and walk down the stairs into the living room. I walk in and see Kian, my boyfriend of three years, rocking our sweet little girl in the rocking chair and singing her nursery rhymes. I pull out my phone and snap a couple pictures and post them onto my Snapchat. I walk over and kiss the top of his head. “Good morning my handsome boyfriend, and my gorgeous little Harper.” He smiles at me, and leans in for a kiss. “Good morning beautiful. Did you sleep well?” “I did, thank you.” I smiled and sat down on the couch. “How long have you been up?” I asked him. “A few hours.” He replied not looking up from our babies sweet face. “She’s so perfect” He cooed. “I don’t know what I’m going to do when I have to leave tomorrow for tour.” He says quietly. He’s been dreading having to leave since the day she was born. “I know baby, but it’s only for three months, you’ll be home before you know it!” I reassured him. “And we’ll FaceTime every single day. You won’t miss a thing. Ill send you daily videos and pictures, it’ll be like you’re here.” I kissed his temple. He was really worried about leaving. “What if she forgets me?” He asks quietly turning his face away from mine. “Kian” I started “you’re her daddy, She could never forget you baby.” I gently reassured him. “I know but I worry that’s all.” He answers. Wow, I thought, this is really killing him.

He doesn’t put Harper down all day, and he begs me to let him move her crib into our room until I agree. I shoot JC a text as Kian moves her crib into our bedroom “hey JC, uh Kian’s really freaking out about leaving for three months, I just wanted to give you a heads up he’s going to be pretty miserable tomorrow.” “Thanks y/n, I’ll try to cheer him up! I’m pretty depressed about leaving lil Harper too honestly. She’s so cute!” I shake my head and put my phone onto my nightstand. I stare lovingly at the man who came into my life all those years ago and changed it for the better. I couldn’t imagine where I would be if I hadn’t met him.

Somewhere in between my trail of thoughts and Kian climbing into bed after putting our princess into her crib I drifted off to sleep. Only to be woken up by Kian’s alarm what felt like only minutes later. I could hear the fear in his voice as he leaned over and whispered into my hair “baby, I’m so sorry that I have to leave. I don’t want to. I’ll cancel the tour, I’ll just stay here. I need to be here.” He starts to cry. “Ki,” I whisper back “we’re going to be okay, I promise. You can’t cancel your tour because you would let a lot of people down. I love you and I wish you could stay but it’s okay, we’ll be okay.” I kiss his wet cheeks, and cuddle in his arms for the last time in a long time. “Come with me.” He whines “baby we talked about this, Harper is too young to travel that much. She could get sick, she’d fall off her schedule we worked so hard to get her on, I wish we could but it’s better for her to stay here.” I started to cry. I hated seeing him like this. “I promise we’ll come visit as much as possible. I’m going to miss you so much.” “I’m going to miss you too y/n, more than you know. Are you sure you’ll be okay here by yourself? I can call my mom, or Fran they’ll come stay with you and help you take care of Harper. You shouldn’t have to do it alone.” He kisses my forehead. “I already talked to Fran, she’s driving up later today.” I reassured him. “Now go baby, you’re going to miss your flight.” I leaned in for one more kiss before he ran out the door. God this was going to be a rough three months.

Kian’s POV

it’s been a month since I have seen my family. I was dying. All I did besides my tour responsibilities was eat and sleep. I FaceTimed them every day, but it wasn’t the same. My arms ache to hold my little girl. I didn’t think it was going to be this hard. “Today’s the day” JC smiled at me. I nodded and smiled harder than I had all tour. Y/n and Harper were meeting us at the hotel today and staying all weekend. I was so excited. I was finally going to hold my two favorite girls.

After what felt like years I heard a knock on the door. I bolted up to the door and quickly opened it grabbing my girl and holding her close to my chest. “Finally” I breathed. I kissed her forehead and bent over to look into the stroller that held my sleeping little princess. “There she is” i cooed “I’ve been waiting for you to get here” I gently lifted her out of her stroller and held her in my arms. “Dude are you crying?” JC teased “dude why are you still here?” I snapped at him. “Okay okay, I’m out.” He stopped and kissed Harper on the cheek and then leaned down and kissed y/n’s head. “Have fun.” He whispered. “He’s lucky I have Harper in my arms or I would have kicked his ass for touching my girl like that.” I muttered under my breath hoping y/n didn’t hear me.

Your POV
Kian muttered something rude about JC under his breath, probably hoping I didn’t hear him but I did. “Excuse me?!” I shouted “He is your best friend and our daughters god father do you really think that he would do something inappropriate towards me? He’s like my brother. You kiss your sisters on the head. It’s fine. Jesus you need to calm down Ki. I know it’s been a long time but you really need to relax. I’m yours. You have nothing to worry about, you don’t always need to be so protective.” I reassured him. I wasn’t trying to start a fight but I just got off a five hour flight and I’m exhausted and I am not in the mood for his jealous bullshit right now. “I know baby, I’m sorry. I’m just possessive and I know you wouldn’t do anything and I know he wouldn’t, it’s just been so long and I missed you and I want you two all to myself I don’t want to share with him.” He said reluctantly knowing that he didn’t have much of a choice. “Too bad.” I answered. “JC is very much a big part of our lives, so you have to share us this weekend.” I leaned over and kissed his head. “I love you Ki.” “I love you too Princess.”

We laid down on the bed and turned on the TV to watch a movie while Harper slept in the portable baby crib I brought. I curled up next to my handsome boyfriend, and kissed his bare chest. “I missed you Ki.” I whispered. “It’s so hard to be away from you.” “I know baby, I think I cried more than I thought I could these last two weeks” he replied truthfully. “I knew it would be hard but this is too hard.” I bury my head into his chest not wanting him to see me cry. “Babe I can feel your tears on my skin. You’re not hiding anything from me.” He says as he pulls my chin up so I had to look at him. He reached down and wiped my tears away with his fingers and pulled me closer to him. “We’re gonna be okay baby. I promise.” He reassured me. “It’ll be over soon.”

Soon enough three months had passed and Kian was on his way back home. I was so excited for him to finally be home with us. The door opened and i ran to him and jumped in his arms. I had only been able to visit him once on tour so it’s been two months since I saw his face. “God Ki, I’m so happy you’re home I missed so fucking much.” I screamed as I held on for dear life. “Never let me go.” I said much quieter. I didn’t like to let him see my needy and clingy side but after two months it was hard not to show it. “Babe I’m right here. I’m not leaving.” He reassured me and he squeezed me tight. He held me for as long as I needed not once trying to put me down which I thought was really sweet considering I knew how much he wanted to run over and pick up Harper. I jumped down and took his hand and we walked over to Harper’s play pen. She smiled up at him for the first time ever and he screamed from joy “did you see that? She smiled at me!” He picked her up and started dancing and singing and holding her close. It was quite possibly the cutest thing I’d ever seen.


Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Requested by: @mavelfanatic

Warnings: fluff

Also, sorry that I didn’t get this done earlier. Part two of Heartache will be out as soon as I’ve finished everything else on my list.

You were sitting up in the hospital bed, in which a few short minutes ago, you were giving birth to your little bundle of joy, who turned out to be a beautiful baby girl. The doctors were checking and cleaning her up in another room, whilst your loving husband Steve was kneeling beside your bed. He took your hand, kissing it softly. “I’m so proud of you, sweetheart.” he murmured, making you smile tiredly. The whole ordeal had tired you out, and as soon as you had properly met your newborn daughter, you wanted nothing more than to go to sleep for the whole of the next day. 

You heard a knock on the door, and Steve went up and pulled it open, revealing the rest of the Avengers, who were grinning eagerly. They piled in, coming around your bed and leaning forward. After a short silence where they creepily smiled at you, Tony sighed exasperatedly. “So where is the kid?”

“Keep your pants on, Tony, they’re just cleaning her up, and then Steve and I get to meet her properly.“ you said, rolling your eyes playfully. 

He gasped. “What do you mean, ‘Steve and I get to meet her properly’?! What about me?! I want to meet my goddaughter!” he cried indignantly, making you giggle and swat his head playfully.

“Oh shush. And- who said you were the godfather?” you asked, with a teasing smirk on your face.

“I did. Jesus, how long does it take to clean a baby thing up?!”

“Baby thing? Really, Stark?” Steve asked, raising an eyebrow. “And also, we’ve actually already picked who we want the godparents to be, but we’ll wait until we meet our daughter before telling you.”

“Oh come on!”

Suddenly, the door opened again and this time, the midwife walked through, carrying your baby. The Avengers moved to give the lady space, peering at the child wrapped in cloth. She gently placed the baby in your outstretched arms, smiling encouragingly. You took one look at your baby’s scrunched up face, and burst into tears, Steve panicking slightly and settling for rubbing your back. “Hey, what’s wrong?” he cooed.

You looked up at him, sniffling slightly. “She’s so beautiful, Steve. I can’t believe we made this.” He looked at her, and his heart melted. She yawned, stretching her little arms, and the whole room aw-ed. “Do you want to hold her?” you asked, smiling at him. He quickly nodded, and held out his arms, beaming as he finally got to hold his child. After a bit, he passed her back to you, and moved away slightly to let the Avengers see her. Tony scrunched up his face, frowning.

“She looks like an overcooked raisin!” he exclaimed, confused. “Is she supposed to look like that?”

“She’s beautiful,” Peter said, looking at her in awe.

You smiled at him, ruffling his hair a bit. “She really is, isn’t she.”

After everyone had had a good look at her and congratulated you, Steve cleared his throat. “Okay, everyone, so now that you’ve all met our wonderful daughter, we’ll tell you who the godparents are, because if we wait any longer I’m pretty sure Tony’s going to wet himself.” Ignoring Tony’s cry of outrage, he gestured to you to continue. 

“The godmother is… Wanda, and the godfather is… Peter!” you said, smiling at the two.

Peter?!” Tony said in astonishment. “But he’s like… twelve!”

“I’m fifteen, actually.” Peter said, slightly annoyed.

“Yes, he is fifteen, and a damn sight more mature than you, Tony. Plus, you’re really old, you can be the godgrandpa.” you tried to console him, however he frowned. 

“Why can’t Metal Arm or Capsicle be the godgrandpa?! They’re, like, two hundred!” 

You closed your eyes in frustration,worn out. “Beause, genius, Steve, is the father. And as for Bucky, he’s the godgreatgrandpa or something.”

Steve, having had had enough, shooed the team out, muttering something about ‘alone time’. He made his way back to your bed, to find you cooing at your child. You heard him approaching, and looked up, smiling at him. “So, sweetie, what are we going to name her?”

“How do you feel about Samantha?” you asked.

He smiled, nodding. “I love it. And, um… can I pick the middle name?” he asked nervously. You smiled reassuringly, already knowing what he would choose. “Samantha Peggy Rogers, I love you so much.” he said softly, gently kissing her forehead. You had been so distracted talking to everyone, you didn’t realise she had fallen asleep on your chest. You looked up at your husband, only to find him staring at Samantha with love in his eyes. You smiled, content with your little family.

When you got home, and put Samantha in her cot, you walked back to your bedroom, where Steve was lying down on your bed. You lay down next to him, taking his hand. He turned to you, a nervous but hopeful look on his face. 

You smiled teasingly. “What do you want, Rogers?”

He laughed, kissing your forehead before continuing. “Y/N, I know that we literally just had a baby, and I couldn’t love her more, but I was wondering… maybe we could try for another?” he said sheepishly. “I was just thinking it would be amazing for Samantha to have a little brother or sister… plus it wouldn’t be too much hassle making it happen if you know what I mean.“ He wiggled his eyebrows teasingly, laughing as you swatted him. You snuggled into him, resting your head on his chest, as he put an arm round you.


“Mhm?” he mumbled, his face tucked into the crook of your neck.

“I’d like that.”

And you could feel him grin against your skin, hugging you tighter.

Just as you were about to fall asleep, he spoke again. “Y/N?”

“Yes, Steve?”

“I’m so proud of you, darling.”

You had never felt happier.

Jensard fluff (drabble day 2)

Seven a.m found him in front of the door to Pritchard’s office, stomach twisted into a tight, nervous ball. A few other staff members had trickled in through the lobby, mostly scientists eager to get down to the cafeteria in the labs for their early morning caffeine fix, but no one walked past him as he stood there, no one wondered why he kept rubbing the back of his neck or shuffling forwards and backwards.

Come on. Coward.

He took one long, deep breath, and opened the door.

Pritchard perused the bookcase opposite, back to him, several strands of hair escaping the ruffled ponytail. Wireless earphones peeked out from Pritchard’s ears, and since his entrance wasn’t met with flustered squawking – “Jensen, get out of here, I’m not nearly ready to entertain you today,” probably – safe to assume the music masked the click of the door.

A roll of white-shirt-covered shoulder,s and Pritchard sighed. He froze, but couldn’t stop his gaze wandering downwards. Black pants today. Tight black pants.

Pritchard selected a book off the shelf, ponytail swinging merrily away, one of those thick spider-killers about cybernetics, and turned, eyes on the cover of the book.

He almost took a step back, almost thought some stranger had wandered in by mistake. Thin black wire-framed glasses rested on Pritchard’s nose, the ends of the frame tucked into brown hair. Behind them, Pritchard’s grey eyes looked bigger, owlish, softened some premature lines. Taking into account the white shirt, he could have stumbled upon some book store owner ready to take stock.

The swift jolt right between his legs surprised him nearly as much as the glasses. He took one step forward, and Pritchard looked up, eyes wide, mouth open to splutter some protest. A hand came up, yanked the glasses away in an angry, embarrassed motion. Too hard. They fell, tumbled through the air –

Landed in his palm.

He didn’t realise how fast he’d reacted until he straightened, the glasses loose between his fingers. Not a scratch on them.

“These things are expensive.” He took a step forward, dangled them between his thumb and fingertip. “You shouldn’t be throwing them away like that, Francis.”

Pritchard’s glare held all the warmth of a glacier. Arms wrapped around the book, pressed it tight against Pritchard’s chest as though he’d tried to take it away. Red blotched cheeks. “What are you doing in here, Jensen?”

“Saving your glasses, obviously.” He held them out, but Pritchard shrank back. “What, don’t want them anymore? Don’t you need them to see?”

“I only need them when I’ve stared at the screen too long. Why is that any of your concern? Give them back, then – or why don’t you throw them away? Isn’t that what people like you do to people like me?”

He held his arms out to the side in a ‘what the hell’ gesture. “'Thank you, Jensen, thank you for saving my expensive glasses instead of letting them break on the ground.’ You could have said that instead of being weird.”

“You shouldn’t have bothered.” An anxious glance back down at the glasses betrayed those words. Did Pritchard really think he would throw them away? Jesus, that was sad.

He bent the ends of the frame out. “Can I?”

“Can you what?”

Some more stray hairs had trembled themselves in front of Pritchard’s face. He brushed them away with the back of his hand, tried not to linger, tried not to notice the parting of Pritchard’s lips when he tucked the longer hairs behind an ear. Gently, he perched the glasses back on the slope of a nose, fed the ends of the frame back where they belonged.

Pritchard blinked up at him, apparently lost for words, for once. Once those eyes met his, they skittered away to safety beyond his shoulder. Hands clenched the book harder. Lips still parted, so he disguised his step away as an examination of the way the glasses sat on Pritchard’s face. “They look good on you.”

Red muted to a soft blush, but Pritchard’s gaze remained firmly elsewhere.

Turning his back hid his smile. “Try not to drop them again, I might not be here next time to save them. Or maybe I will. Up to you.”

He closed the door behind him with a gentle click. The smile wouldn’t remove itself from his face. Definitely should turn up early more often.

This one is a prompt by and for the embodiment of perfection, @czigonas

(I will never stop writing Jensen as a slight creeper. Never ever.)

All for You

starting off the blog with angst :) because there is no such thing as too much angst

Character: Bucky x Reader

summary: Bucky meets a girl, a girl he didn’t know would be so precious to him, but at the same time, a reminder of his monstrous self.

Originally posted by buckybarnres

The one time Bucky had a day off to get himself checked up in the hospital, he had to wait 3 hours. There was only one doctor he could trust, and apparently he was busy.

Bucky was waiting while he decided to take a stroll in the hospital’s back-garden, and he found someone unique. Someone…just like him.

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Dead Joker x Reader - “The Last Goodbye”

It was The Joker’s idea for you two to come here for a few days. This is probably the most secluded hideout you have- deep in the mountains, right in the middle of the woods. Frost dropped you off and left, he’ll be back in 5 days. And then this happened…

“Would you please open your eyes?…Please?…” you beg, crying so hard it’s starting to make you dizzy. “Baby, please, say something, even if it’s something mean, I promise I won’t get mad,” you keep on caressing his face, hovering over his body. You really don’t know what to do at this point, you never felt this desperate before.

“J…J…,” you grab his hand and touch your face with it. “Why are you so cold?…” you let him go for a few moments so you can add more wood to the fireplace. You wipe your tears, whimpering and run to the window just to see the snow storm intensifying. You don’t even have Frost with you.

It was The Joker’s idea for you two to come here for a few days. This is probably the most secluded hideout you have- deep in the mountains, right in the middle of the woods. You left your cell phones at the penthouse since you don’t get signal here anyway. Frost dropped you off and left, he’ll be back in 5 days. And then this happened…My God, what are you going to do? Your heart is aching from the pain.

You stumble to the couch to get a blanket and cover J with it. He collapsed in front of the fireplace and you didn’t move him. You kneel by his side again, checking for a pulse you don’t feel and it makes you break down even more.

“Baby, say you hate me, hmm? That’s your favorite thing to say to me, please…say you hate me…”It’s hard to talk to him when your voice can’t find the strength to express the excruciating agony you feel right now. You find it harder to breathe and you wonder if this is a panic attack. You didn’t have one since you were a teenager. You slowly drop your head on J’s chest, cuddling to his body, trying to listen for a heartbeat. You’re hyperventilating and can’t concentrate on anything.

“Don’t leave me alone, you jerk… What am I supposed to do without you?” you whisper, closing your eyes while taking deep breaths, struggling not to pass out. You tilt your head so you can see his face and notice the little blood stream in the corner of his mouth.

You wipe it with your shaky fingers, anxiety and grief getting the best out of you. You start bawling again.

“Please wake up and say you hate me…just once…,” you plead, but he can’t hear you.


After your first night together

You are in a deep sleep when the ticklish movement around your neck makes you open your eyes. The Joker seems very preoccupied with your pendant.

“What are you doing, J?” you ask, still sleepy; he barely left you rest all night.

“Why are you always wearing this, Kitten? You know I can get you anything you want,” he frowns, switching the pendant on all sides.

“Here!” you take it back for a few seconds and open it, showing him the small pill inside.

“What’s this, Y/N?” he asks, curious. You really like how blue his eyes are when he’s not mad or upset.

“Poison antidote.”

He snickers:

“Who would poison you?”

“You’d be surprised how fast loyalty changes in our world.”
The Joker interrupts:

”Yeah, I know that, duh,” then he sees you getting sad so he continues: ”Wait, did it happen to you before?”

“Y-yes, once…a while ago. I was lucky I had the antidote with me. I will always replace if I use it. Want me to get you one? This small thing works wonders. They are hard to find and expensive on the black market, but it’s not an issue. I know where to get them.”

“Ha! Who would dare poisoning me?! I don’t trust anybody and only a few people can get close to me. No thank you, don’t want one, I like leaving on the edge.”

“I could poison you,” you giggle, “I’m really close to you right now.”

He smirks, pulling your gold chain towards him so he can kiss you.

“I dare you, Princess.” You laugh and wrap your arms around his neck when you notice the bite marks and hickeys all over you.

“Jesus, J, what the hell !” you look down your body and see there’s more.

“Get used to it, Doll, I don’t play nice,” he snarls, yanking you back in his embrace. “Plus, you played hard to get for so long I had to punish you.”

You sigh:

“What did I get myself into?… You’re lucky I love you.”

“I hate you too,” he bitterly replies, biting your lower lip.

“Auch, Jeez, stop it! You’re so bad ,” you furrow your eyebrows, pouting.

“I am,” he grumbles the words, annoyed, moving you on top of him.

“Say, didn’t you want me to kill somebody for you today?”  you inquire, pretending to think hard.

“I’m the boss and I say you can take the day off,” he slaps your ass, licking his lips.

“Is it paid or unpaid day?”
“Ohhhh, Daddy will pay you,” J grins, charging at your neck as you scream, trying to get off him and run.


You keep on walking around the living room, uneasy. It’s been a rough day. You try to calm down and you glance at the Joker. He’s sitting on the couch, writing on his papers.

“God, who do I have to screw to get a drink around here?” you mutter to yourself, cracking your shoulders and he is fast in lifting his hand up, still writing with the other:

“Don’t look too far, Kitten,” he chuckles, finally giving up on his project and getting up.

“How did you hear that?!” you are actually surprised.

“I can hear things when I want to, Princess.”


The Joker goes behind the minibar, messing around with all the bottles. You get impatient.

“What’s taking so long, babe?”

“Almost there, I’m mixing up your favorites.”

You go on the balcony and wait for him.

“Here you go!” he finally comes, handing you a glass of whiskey and sipping some from his own.

“Gosh, I need this!” you inhale, savoring the drink. After a few moments, you feel your lips tingly.  You don’t think too much of it until your throat feels like it’s tightening up and you start coughing.

‘”What’s wrong, Y/N?” J asks, trying to clear his voice. “I think it went the wrong way,” and he starts coughing too, harder and harder until he can’t hold his glass anymore and he lets it drop on the concrete.

Your ears are ringing and your lips are getting numb. “Poison,” you think, panicking and without hesitating, you take your little tablet from your pendant and give it to J:

“Take this, take it!” you want to put it in his mouth and he backs away. “Dammit, take it!” you continue to cough, trying to give it to him. He suddenly starts laughing, straightening his posture. You don’t understand what’s going on but you sure don’t feel good.

“Take a sit, Doll, you’re fine, there’s no poison, “ he pushes you on the chair and you feel you’re going to faint soon. He runs inside and comes back with your Epipen, goes down on his knees and injects the medication in your thigh. “You’re just going in anaphylactic shock, you’ll be fine in no time.” He continues to laugh.

You’re wheezing, looking at him in disbelief since you can’t speak right now.

“I pretended just to see what you’ll do and I added a bit of peanut butter in your drink since I know you’re highly allergic to it. You really thought it’s poison, didn’t you? I can’t believe you gave me the pill. For a henchwoman, you have no survival instincts,” he snorts, amused. “You’re so stup…” he shakes his head but can’t continue when he lifts up his gaze to look at your face.

You’re not crying, but tears are streaming down on face from the frustration and indignation you feel right now. He never saw you cry so he stops his speech. You push him with all the force you have left in you, fighting to get your breath back after your severe allergic reaction.

“What the fuck is wrong with you??!!” you scream as loud as you can and he just bounces back on his knees, having that smug smirk on his face you can’t stand.

“Relax, you’re fine. You really thought you were dying?”

“No, I thought you were!” you push him away again, rising from the chair, starting to cry for reals. You head back inside, tripping on your still shaky steps and head towards the master bedroom.

The Joker just froze in that position, shocked; he didn’t expect to hear that answer from you. He was just being…funny… and for the first time since he can remember he thinks that maybe his stupid dumbass went too far.

Once you get to the bedroom you get one suitcase out and begin to look for your guns and a few clothes to put in there, determined to leave. This is just too much. You still struggle to pull yourself together since the medication is working, when you hear the door opening and you just shout “NO!” without looking.

“It’s me, Y/N,” you heat Frost’s voice and you pass by him, collecting your things. He doesn’t really know what to say.

“Did he send you? Of course he did,” you answer for him, cramming your pistols in and zipping another compartment.  “I’m out of here! I had enough!!! Did he tell you what he did?!”

Frost knows better than upsetting you even more so he just sits there, listening while you continue to pack. “Wow,” he thinks, “this is a new level of big time fuck up even for Mister J. Too bad, I kind of like her.” Of course he does, you were always nice to him. Frankly, Jonny is surprised you lasted this long with someone like his boss. Three years is a long time, definitely a new record for The Joker.

The door is being kicked open and it startles you. The Joker drags his steps in, not smiling anymore, quite the opposite.

“Out, Frosty, you’re useless!” he barks at his henchman, irritated. Jonny quietly leaves the room, and J slams the door behind him, placing himself in front of it.

“Don’t leave…” he mumbles, biting on his cheek.

“Move, I want to get out of here,” you stop in front of him, distressed.

“Don’t leave…”

You try to walk around him and he pushes his back against the door so you can’t get out.

“Don’t leave…”

You just stare at each other for a while and he just keeps on repeating the same words over and over.

“Don’t leave… You know I hate you… Who else am I supposed to hate if you go away, hmm?”

You gulp, not being used to him acting this way.

“Don’t leave…yes?”

Probably 10 more minutes pass and you’re still there, reconsidering your decision. You must be out of your mind too.

“You’re such a jerk,” you finally speak, sniffling.

“I know,” he admits, sulking. “Don’t go…”

*** You choose to stay and ignore him for the rest of the day even if he follows you around like a puppy. When the night comes, you are going to sleep in the guest bedroom, alone, keeping your eyes shut and thinking about how completely idiotic you are for not leaving him.  
The Joker sneaks in, thinking you are asleep and slowly gets in the bed by you, carefully taking your hand and kissing it a few times so he won’t wake you. You pretend not to feel anything and after a while he crawls towards the side of the bed so he can get up and go. You reach your hand and yank him back, snuggling to his chest and you can hear his heart beating really fast.

“You’re so lucky I love you,” you whisper and he crushes you with his hug but you don’t complain about how uncomfortable it is.

“I hate you too,” he nuzzles in your hair, inhaling your scent. “I have to go soon, we are breaking into Gotham Bank tonight, I’ll be busy,” he starts purring, content you’re still his.

“Don’t forget to say goodbye when you leave, you never say it and it’s annoying,” you scold him, dozing off.

“Why do I have to? I always see you in a few hours anyway,” he protests but doesn’t argue too much.

“Because you never know…” you yawn, kissing his chest.

“Fine, I’ll say it now before you fall asleep: goodbye, Pumpkin,” he rolls his eyes but humors you since he just walked on such thin ice today.

“Fair enough…goodbye,” you yawn again, so sleepy you slur your words.


When you broke your ankle, you didn’t really know what to do. A henchwoman being out of commission for a while is kind of pathetic and 100% boring as hell.

“J, can you please bring me a bottle of water?” you request and he is fast to be the nicest, as always:
“Go get it yourself, woman, stop pestering me!” he growls, typing on his laptop.

“Ahhh, total sunshine, what would I do without you?”

He doesn’t reply so you take your crutches and hop towards the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. The Joker runs by you, opens the fridge and takes a few water bottles out then runs back to the living room, making sure to tease you:

“You’re soooo slow, do I need to hire someone else for my black list?”

He is already in the living room, placing the bottles on the coffee table by your recliner. Of course he didn’t want to bring you a bottle, but sure did it after you struggled to get it yourself. J has such a weird way of being…nice.

“Yeah, thanks a lot, baby, you shouldn’t have. God, you have absolutely no clue how incredibly lucky you are I love you,” you pout and drop back on the recliner. He leans over and kisses you:

“I hate you too, Princess,” he grins, delighted he was able to get on your nerves again. That’s like… his main job.” I have to go for a meeting, Doll; I’ll be back in a couple of hours; behave and if you think naughty things, don’t start anything without me, ok?” he purrs in your ear and it gives you goosebumps.

You giggle and kiss him again:

”Fine, I won’t.”

He gets ready to leave and you yell after him:

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”
“Goodbye, Pumpkin!” he shouts back, slamming the door.


After your ankle healed, the Joker decided to take a short vacation with you at your secluded cabin in the mountains. You brought supplies for a few days and Frost helped you carry all the stuff inside and then left. It’s so pretty with all the snow around but they say a storm will start soon so might as well build the fire and enjoy some down time.

“Hey, Y/N, do you want a drink?”

“Yes, I would love one, bourbon on the rocks, please,” you ask, building the fire. “You can leave it on the table, I’ll be done soon.”

The Joker prepares the drinks and puts yours on the table like you asked but starts drinking his. He comes by you, watching you struggle with the wood, but you almost got it.

“Thank for helping me, baby,” you complain, annoyed.

“I got us drinks, ok? My mission here is done. E-hem,” he coughs, a disgusted grimace crawling on his face. J drinks some more just to make sure and then puts the glass down on the floor.

“Yuck, this is gross. It’s strong and it tastes weird, don’t drink it.” He coughs some more, not being able to stop.

“That bad, huh?” you make fun of him, turning around to see his reaction. “Jeez, are you ok?” you lift yourself up when you see he won’t quit.

J drops on his knees, choking.

“Yeah, not funny, baby. I won’t fall for it again,” you try to lift him up when you notice the blood from his mouth dripping on the white carpet. “Oh my God!” you scream, fastly reaching for your pendant to take the pill out. He collapses to the ground, convulsing and you turn him over, placing his head on your knees, forcing the antidote down his throat.

“Take it! Don’t spit it out!” you shout, keeping his mouth closed, hoping he can swallow. You wipe the blood from his lips, trembling, stunned at what is happening. The Joker is attempting to say something but his eyes go in the back of his head and he stops moving.

It’s no way for you to know, but he was trying to say goodbye. He knew you would be upset if he leaves you without saying it. The words just didn’t come out, it was too late.


You are starting to feel the cold. The fire is dim and you have to use all you’ve got to crawl to the fireplace and add more wood to it.

You start crying again once you are back by his body, getting under the blanket with him. You gently brush his pale cheek with your fingers, not wanting to move anymore. You are probably hallucinating from your sorrow because you thought you heard something. You rub your eyes and lift yourself on your elbow, carefully watching J. You suddenly freeze: you can swear you saw his eyelids move a bit.

You cup his face, nervously panting  :

“J, J, can you hear me? J !!!” you shake him, hoping something will happen. A couple of minutes pass by and it feels like an eternity. You try again:

“Baby, are you still here? Hey, can you hear me?”

A low growl. Jesus, you weren’t hallucinating the first time!

“J, open your eyes!” you keep on stroking his cheek frantically when he suddenly blinks, not being able to focus at first. After a few moments his blue eyes find yours and he cracks a vague smile while you bawl your eyes out, clenching your fists to his shirt.

“Hey… Pumpkin…” you distinguish the muffled words.

“How could you do this to me, you jerk?” you laugh and cry in the same time, so incredibly happy to see he’s alive. “I hate you!” you bury your face in his neck, whimpering.

“Ahhh, finally on the same page…” the Joker struggles to speak. “I hate you too.”

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The Crown weighs heavy (Ch.3)

A/N: Thank you so much, to those who commented and liked. I’m very happy to know you guys are liking this. :) It brings me joy to tell you, I have most of the story fleshed out, so updates shouldn’t be too far apart. However, after this update there wont be another for maybe a week, as I will be out of town for a couple of days! But, please enjoy this chapter!!! Jealous Negan makes life better, and Jesus is a little cutie.

It had been a couple of hours since the doctor came to look at you, you find yourself exploring the room the rest of the time. You weren’t sure how long you’d be here, so why not make the most of it? You managed to get a hold of some old magazines that were near the desk in the room, and you flipped through them mindlessly. You didn’t care for them before the world ended, and you still didn’t find them interesting now. Most of what you read was online, god how you missed that.

Wait…my phone!

You cursed aloud, and looked around the room in desperation. Where the hell was it?! You couldn’t even catch sight of your bag at this point.

“Seriously…” You let out a loud groan and hung your head back. No doubt Negan and his men took all your stuff, including your bag and phone. Not to mention your bow, and knife. Being weaponless didn’t exactly sit well with you, so far no one had given you a good enough reason to feel immediately threatened but even so…being prepared in this world is what keeps you alive. You gave up on feeling disappointed with your current situation and decided to take Dr. Carson up on his offer. Make the most of this place while you can. You removed yourself from the chair you were lounged in, and walked over to the bathroom. Once you opened the door, you were a bit taken back by the room. This place definitely did skimp on expenses. How they managed to keep it all so nice was beyond you.

You turned on the shower, testing the water real quick. A laugh of surprise leaving you when you felt the warmth of the water, it has been far too long since you’ve had an actual shower. Let alone a warm one. Most of your baths consisted of wet cloths, or lakes these days. You slowly stripped yourself of your attire, wincing a bit when your skin around the stitches stretched. A chill washed over you as you settled under the stream of water, skin rising as the heat touched your cool skin. It was heaven. You never wanted to move from this spot. You wiped at your face, retrieving the small container of soap that laid on the side of the shower, washing your whole body and hair.

After your shower you grabbed the towel that was hanging on the door, bending over and placing it over your head as you dried at your damp strands. You didn’t bother covering yourself completely as you exited the bathroom, only wiping at your arms and stomach to remove the water. You jumped when you heard someone clear their throat and you scrambled to bring the towel up and over your naked form. You looked up to see a man standing there, a small smile playing on his lips as he tried to avert his eyes from you.

“Sorry, I uh…I knocked a few times, figured you may be sleeping. Let myself in.”

You stood there in embarrassment, struggling to keep the towel steady in your daze. You couldn’t even imagine what you looked like right now. The towel wasn’t exactly long, and it didn’t leave much to the imagination. Your breasts were pretty much spilling out of the top. You could feel heat pooling into your cheeks, not entirely sure how to play this awkward situation off.

He snickered in obvious amusement at you, but thankfully he held out his hand and held some clothes towards you. “Figured you’d be needing a new set. Don’t mind me, I’ll turn around.”

You snatched them from his hands, quickly escaping into the bathroom again to change. You emerged a minute or so later, clad in high waist jean shorts, and a loose white tank that you managed to tuck in a bit. His back was to you, true to his word that he wouldn’t stare. You broke the silence.

“I…um, well thanks. For the clothes.” You said quickly, trying to diffuse your own discomfort.

“No problem. I don’t suppose I could turn around now?”

“Of course.”

The man turned to you, looking over his shoulder carefully before deciding it was in fact safe to fully look at you. He still had a smile on his face, blue eyes shining with amusement.

“Sorry, again. Didn’t mean to walk in on you like that.”

You waved him off, wanting to pretend that never happened. “You know, its ok. It was an accident. Don’t even give it a second thought.” Please, don’t. You thought to yourself. Hoping he’d drop the topic. And he did, thankfully.

“Right. Uh, well my name’s Jesus. I pretty much work here at Hilltop. You’re Y/N, right?”

He extended his hand towards you, and you politely took it. “Yea, yea it’s Y/N. Nice to meet you, Jesus.”

He must’ve guessed your thoughts because he grinned before throwing his arms up. “It’s not really Jesus. It’s Paul, actually. Everyone just kept calling me that, and guess it just stuck.” He gestured toward his face. And you realized now why they referred to him as such. He had long dirty blond hair and very bright blue eyes that needless to say, were quite beautiful. His beard was well kept, and overall he seemed to be doing well for himself. You nodded at him, giving him an understanding smile.

“I can see why.”

He smiled back, looking over your body real quick before commenting. “You look good.”

You opened your mouth in a bit of playful surprise at his boldness. Which he quickly caught on to, because he put his hands up defensively. “I mean your wound! Not you…I mean, not that you aren’t good, too. But, I didn’t mean it like that…”

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your mouth. He was a delightful man, and he brought about an ease in you that you hadn’t felt for a while. Jesus looked down, and let out a small breath of a laugh. “I should just stop talking now, right?”

“No, no…it’s alright. Really. Thanks for the clothes, again. It’s nice to have something new on.”

“Yea, no prob. How long were you out there for anyway? You didn’t look too good when the Saviors brought you here. Quite honestly, I didn’t think you’d make it.”  

“Ummm…” You exhaled, sitting on the bed as you threw a hand up. “Well, let’s just say long enough.”

He bowed his head in understanding, more than likely knowing just how bad it could get out there. His eyes lit up suddenly, moving towards the large window and opening up a tray. “Oh, right! Here, I brought you some food. I imagine you must be hungry.”
“Starving, actually.” You grinned, taking a seat at the table the food was on. He took one next to you, and poured you a glass of water.

“So, I was talking to Gregory about you, and if you want you could help out around here once you’re up to it. I know you kind of have a prearranged thing with Negan going on, but uh you don’t exactly strike me as the type to sit still for too long.”

You covered your mouth as you chewed on your food, trying not to be rude. But, you hadn’t eaten anything decent in quite some time so you really didn’t want to put the fork down. “Who’s Gregory?”

“That’d be our leader, of Hilltop.”

You thought over his words, already knowing you did want to contribute to them even a little. You didn’t know everything about them, and you sure as hell weren’t going to let your guard down just yet, but it was the least you could do after having them look after you.  “I’d love to help. Whatever you guys need.”

“Great. You won’t exactly be well enough to go on supply runs or anything, but I’ll show you around at least. Maybe you can help out with gardening.”

While gardening sounded extremely dull, you knew he was right. The stitches wouldn’t be coming out anytime soon. Not to mention you were interested in how this place managed to sustain itself. You agreed to his offer, and finished your food before you followed him outside the room. There was no end to your shock when you exited the doors. The house you were in was rather huge. Almost colonial in nature. How on earth was this place still standing, you couldn’t even imagine. You walked with him down some steps, and into the foyer. Face stuck in an expression of surprise the whole way.
“You ok?” Jesus asked, grinning at your look of shock.
“Yea..yea! Sorry, I just didn’t think anything like this existed anymore.”

He laughed, and stood in front of the large doors that led outside the home. “Well, your world’s about to get a whole lot bigger.”

You stood in awe as he pushed the doors open, Hilltop finally coming in to full view as you walked outside onto the porch. “How…?”

Jesus came up behind you, looking around with a look of pride on his face. “People. When the world turned on itself, some of us managed to come together and build this place.”

You nodded your head at him, taking in the number of people that were walking around the field. Each going about whatever it is their job was. You had to admit, it was nice, and part of you even considered staying here forever. However, long forever was anyway. That thought brought you back to reality, and you reminded yourself that places like these never last forever.
“So, when should I start helping, with the gardens?”

Jesus pointed over to the small field on the right side, and you could see a couple of women and men tending the plants. “That right there is where you’ll be for a bit, that is when you can. I say give it a day or two, and then come out and help. Maybe even meet everyone. For now, I’ll show you around a bit, but you really should rest tonight.”
You acknowledged his words, and you two walked around Hilltop for a while, Jesus explaining some things along the way. You were impressed every now and then, at their ability to do what they do. You could sort of see why everyone seemed a bit at ease. This place afforded them comforts that most thought gone. Eventually, Jesus led you back to your room wishing you a goodnight before heading off down the hall. You shut the doors, and laid back on the bed covering yourself in the warm blankets. Slowly, but surely you nodded off into sleep.


Days had gone by since you arrived at Hilltop, and you found yourself working in the gardens most days. It wasn’t the most glamourous work, but you found solace in being outside. The people you worked with were kind enough, and you were thankful to have a full belly every night. In fact just this morning, you managed to have your stitches taken out, and Harlan gave you a clean bill of health. In the back of your mind you still questioned the safety of everything, but you enjoyed what you could. Negan hadn’t made good on his promise just yet, but every morning you woke up you would look out the window to search for him in the crowd. Hoping you wouldn’t see Lucille moving through the people.

You were in your room at the moment, afternoon was moving in to the evening by now. You heard a knock at your door, and saw Jesus come in with a tray of food. He smiled in greeting, and you couldn’t help but smile back. The past few days you two had pretty much spent all of them together. And he always made sure to take a lunch with you. Your conversations were usually about hilltop, or his supply runs, but sometimes he’d inquire about you. What you did, where you’re originally from, etc. You weren’t usually such an open person, but you eased up around him.

“So come on, tell me this time. Where are you from?”

You laughed a bit as you let the fork slip from your lips, finally giving in to his curiosity. “California.”

“Wow, you came far then. Did you travel by yourself?”

“Not really, I was with a group for a while when I came down to Georgia. We moved here and there, but eventually we got split up.” You left out your brother, not really wanting to talk about him. It was like a detail you wanted to keep to yourself, your way of keeping him safe.

Jesus looked impressed when you brought your eyes up to meet his. He chewed on his sandwich, talking between bites. “You must be pretty tough then, to have survived mostly on your own this long.”
You shook your head and laughed. “I’d like to think so. But, I mean…maybe it’s just luck.” You were mildly disappointed at that thought, because you really could’ve just been lucky enough to make it out of all the shit you had been through. You jerked a bit when you suddenly felt a hand fold over your own, and you looked down at it curiously.

“I highly doubt it is luck that’s carried you this far. Y/N.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but the way he was looking at you made you a bit nervous. After the days you spent with Jesus, you had come to realize he took a liking to you, you played his flirtations off most of the time but it was an entertaining thought none the less. He was undeniably attractive, and you were sure those baby blues charmed a number of women into his arms post apocalypse. Hell, maybe they still did. You stiffened when you saw him slowly leaning towards you, and you weren’t really sure what to do at this point. Thankfully, or unfortunately, you didn’t need to choose.

“The fuck are you doing, sweetheart? I leave you alone for a few days and you’re already fucking around? Not sure if I’m impressed, or fucking hurt.”

You jumped back in your seat, Jesus doing the same as he looked over at Negan casually leaning against your door frame. Neither of you had heard him come in, and you felt your cheeks redden. Of all the times for him to come collect you, and he walks in now? Of course he would. You looked over at him, anxiety building up in the pit of your stomach as he walked across the room, Lucille resting over his shoulder. He was giving Jesus a rather dark look, and for a moment you worried for the man. Negan stopped a few feet from the table you were sitting at, and he nodded his head towards the door.

“Get the fuck out of here.”

He directed his gaze at Jesus, eyes growing darker by the minute. Jesus looked over to you, giving you a worried look before getting up and walking towards the door. Negan’s body didn’t move, but you saw as his eyes followed Jesus until he was outside the room, and the door was closed. His dark orbs were then on you, expression not changing as he took the seat Jesus was once in.

“Don’t make me kill him, princess. He brings Hilltop supplies, which brings me supplies. Get it?”

You opened your mouth, probably looking like a fish out of water, as you searched for your words. Negan sighed as he leaned back in his chair, stealing your fork and picking some potato off your plate. You watched as he took a bite, making a face of disgust as he put the fork back down.

“These poor fucks eat this shit?”

At that you regained your footing, and crossed your arms over your chest, not missing the way his eyes traveled to your breasts as your movement pushed them slightly together. You chose to ignore his wandering gaze in favor of raising your voice.

“I helped make that.”

He only scoffed, “Then I guess we know you won’t be on cooking duty at the sanctuary.”  

Before you could respond with anything witty, he got up and walked over to your bed throwing his weight on it as he laid down. You gave him a questioning look, wondering what exactly it is he wanted. If he came to take you, he was sure beating around the bush.

“So how long have you two been fucking?”

You nearly chocked on the water you were drinking when he said that. He titled his head up to look at you, and you could clearly see he was dead serious. You shot him a look of disgust as you answered.

“We are not fucking.” Was he always this damn vulgar? If you weren’t afraid of the consequences you would’ve slapped that stupid smirk off his face. The audacity of that man, it was beyond ridiculous. You weren’t interested in anyone that way, at least not anymore. It was a ‘been there done that’ situation, the last group you were with, you made the mistake of falling for someone. And you weren’t going to do that again, because it always led to hurt. Trying not to dwell on those thoughts of your former lover, you found your voice and looked over at Negan.

“And if I was fucking him, why would it matter to you?”

That seemed to catch his attention because he sat up in bed, one arm resting over his knee while the other gripped Lucille a little tighter. “I don’t appreciate others touching what belongs to me.”

Before you could even utter a word he grinned at you, that devilish smile growing wider as he saw how annoyed you looked. “Save your breath, sweetheart. We established this the last time.” With that, he kicked off his boots, and placed his beloved Lucille against the bed frame as he settled into the bed, crossing his arms and placing them behind his head.

“What are you doing?” You asked, growing a little nervous as he seemed to make himself pretty comfortable in your room.

He shifted in the bed, not opening his eyes as he proceeded to answer you. “In case you weren’t aware, it’s dark out, princess. We’re staying at this shit hole for tonight, and tomorrow we’re heading back. So I suggest you make your pretty little self comfortable, and come to bed.” You watched as he peeled off his gloves, and patted the space next to him, he couldn’t be serious.

“I’m not getting in bed with you.” You said sternly, you hardly knew him. And just because he saved your life, mostly for his own gain, you weren’t about to put yourself in that situation. He chuckled at your rejection, leaning up on his elbows as he opened his eyes. “Why the fuck not, sweetheart? Didn’t plan on trading Jesus for the Devil tonight?”

He barked with laughter at the look on your face, clearly entertained by your misery. You got up and moved to the bathroom, trying to get away from him if only for a minute. He called after you, and you could still hear the amusement in his voice. “What? Was the joke that bad?”

You brushed roughly at your teeth, taking out your frustration. You weren’t looking forward to sleeping next to him, and you could always take the floor but somehow your pride refused it. It wasn’t technically your room, but it wasn’t his either so you’d be damned if you’re the one who has to move. You stepped outside, hoping he managed to fall asleep first. Instead you found him removing his leather jacket, and red scarf. Discarding both on the table next to the bed. When he heard your footsteps, he turned to look at you, a sly smile coming to his lips. “Don’t be shy, sweetheart. Get as comfortable as you need to.” He gestured towards your clothes, and you rolled your eyes. While you used to sleep fully clothed just in case, lately you had taken to sleeping in just a shirt and your panties, but that was obviously not an option tonight. You sat on the left side of the bed, removed only your boots, and let your hair fall down as you removed the band that was holding it into a ponytail. You quickly crawled into the bed, covering your body fully. The bed dipped as Negan took his place next to you, and you curled up as much as you could trying to get any distance from him. Not that it worked, because you soon felt a strong arm wrap around you and pull you closely to a warm, yet thankfully clothed, chest. You felt his hot breath brush across your face, the scent of leather and musk overloading your senses. This was, for the lack of a better term, very uncomfortable for you. You hadn’t been this close to anyone in so long, and you wanted to crawl away. And yet, it was also somewhat inviting. The warmth of his body made you drowsy, and you could feel sleep wanting to overtake you. If this was his version of psychological warfare, it was working. It was taking everything you had not to fall asleep, but when his breathing slowed and you knew he was finally out you let yourself succumb to your need as you joined him in sleep.

Wolf Pt. 2

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TW: sex, alcohol, drugs, violence

Summary: Bucky Barnes refuses to be played into a badger game, especially with a Winchester. 

Originally posted by insert-edgy-name

Badger game- noun;  blackmail practised on a man who is lured by a woman into a compromising situation and then threatened by her male accomplice

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I Can Still See You (Scott Lang x reader)

Request: Scott Lang fic you are a well known burglar and gambler who never loses or gets caught because of your powers of intangibility, invisibility, and teleportation and after you steal Steve’s shield Scott has to get it back from you and he has a crush on you please

You had been a world-renowned burglar for so long now that it had become nothing more than a hobby to you, knowing that your powers allowed you access to anywhere you wanted to get into.  You could never be caught; your invisibility and teleportation would guarantee that; and you used your intangibility just to show off anymore.  But now you hadn’t done a job in a long time, so when you were approached to break into what was perhaps the most secured building in the world, you couldn’t say no.

When the details came in on your phone, you considered saying no, but it really would be the pinnacle of your career, and an epic final job to cap it with.  You finished your drink and set the glass down on the bar, sliding your phone into your pocket.  “Alright, hun, I’ve gotta go.  It’s been real.”

“I thought you were done with this kinda stuff, (Y/N)?”

“Last time, Scott. This one just sounds like too much fun to pass up,” you said as you grabbed your jacket.  “If I pull this off,” you paused with a laugh and shaking your head, “I mean when I pull this off, you might actually admit that I’m better than you.”

“I’ll admit it now if you say no.”  Scott looked up at you from his own glass with a faint smile, but his eyes looked tired.  “It’s not worth it, whatever it is.”

Your phone buzzed again and you hurried out the door, giving him a quick wave.  “Dammit,” he mumbled, “I was supposed to have the night off.” He finished his own drink and quickly followed after you, pulling the suit from his pack.


Scott knew that the only way for him to know where you were going and to be able to see you if you used invisibility was to stay in contact with you; physical contact, that is.  He would have to stay small and do a ride-along so that you didn’t know he was there.  You were too excited about this job and he knew it really was something big, likely big enough to put you away for a very long time.

He had followed you out of the bar and to the street corner, leaning against the wall to pull the suit over his clothes quickly before you had a chance to spot him.  You stood there for too long; he knew you were about to teleport and that he had to hurry.  He pulled down the mask, hit the button, and jumped into the pocket of your jacket just as you disappeared with him in tow.

When you arrived at your target and he realized where you were, Scott wanted to jump out and scream at you, to get you to change your mind and leave immediately.  He had no idea that you were going to the Avengers facility, and he was beginning to panic.  As you walked around unnoticed he watched carefully to figure out exactly where you were going and what your job was.  

You made your way to the locker room and looked around for the cabinet you needed, but stopped at the one marked for Scott.  It wouldn’t hurt to just take a peek, right?  

“Oh, god,” Scott sighed as he watched helplessly, “oh, god, this isn’t happening.”

You opened the door and took a step back, shocked at the various pictures of you stuck to the door like some kid with a crush.  You stood frozen in shock as you looked at each one, not sure of what to think or what to do.  You wanted to rip them all down and throw them out, but decided it was just better to walk away and forget you ever saw them.  Of course, you knew that you were lying to yourself; you wouldn’t be able to forget and now things were going to be weird between you.

You shook the images from your mind and tried to focus.  This was taking too long; your directions were to get in and get out.  Quickening your pace, you scanned the names on each locker until you found the right one, but here was a lock on it that looked like it was fingerprint coded.  It would be easy enough to just break it open, but there was likely an alarm trigger if you did.  Fortunately, your power of intangibility transferred to anything touching you, so you really didn’t even need to open it at all.    You took a deep breath and held it as you pushed your hand through the heavy metal door and felt around until it was in your hands.

The shield.

Scott’s eyes were practically exploding from his head at the sight of what you were doing.  He was an Avenger himself now, so he was torn; should he stop you and risk them finding out that he had been there the whole time? Should he let you take it and just steal it back later?  “Shit, shit, shit,” he whispered as he saw your hand pull back through the door with the prize in your grasp.  He almost fell from your pocket when the alarm sounded and lights began to flash throughout the room.

“Scott, get down,” you commanded, pushing him down deeper into your jacket.  “Things might get a little dramatic.  Just how I like it.”  

“How did you know…wait, what do you mean, dramatic?” he yelled up to you.  

“I’ve known that you were there the whole time.  Why do you think I stood on the corner so long before I left?  I knew you couldn’t help yourself from a job this big.”

He pulled himself up to the edge of your pocket again, looking around frantically as he waited for any member of the team to try to stop you, worried about what type of force they would use.  “(Y/N), put it back, please.  This is a terrible idea.”

“Ma’am, I believe that belongs to me,” Steve said in a calm tone.  “It would be in your best interests to put it down.”    

“You’re right on one count, sir.  It would be in my best interests, but it belongs to me now.”  You could feel Scott squirming around until he finally landed on the floor next to you and returned to his full form.

“(Y/N), I can’t let you do this!  That’s the shield!  You know, Captain freaking America’s shield?”

You rolled you eyes and sighed, “Yeah, I’m aware, and he just said that.”  You took a step back away from him and tightened your grip, “do try to keep up, Scott. Alright, gentlemen, I must be going, but it’s been fun, really.”  You slung the shield onto your back with ease, laughing at the look on Scott’s face when it attached to the high-powered magnets you had on under your shirt.

“This is why I’m so much better than you, honey.  I come prepared.”  With that, you disappeared in front of them, leaving Scott behind.

Steve crossed his arms and turned towards Scott with a stern expression, “you know who she is?  Do you know where she might be going?”

“I might,” he sighed, pulling off his helmet.  “And yeah, we go way back, but I think we might have just had a quantum leap back in our relationship.”  Scott looked nervous, rubbing beads of sweat from his forehead with a slightly shaking hand. “I can get it back, Steve.”  

“You would turn in your own friend?”

“She went too far…so…I don’t really have a choice, now do I?  If I’m going to be an Avenger, I need to protect the team…right?”  He paused for a moment, then nodded in agreement with himself and looked to Steve for direction.  “Call it.”

Steve smiled at Scott and gave a small wave of his hand towards the door.  You pushed it open and stepped inside, handing the shield to him with a chuckle.  “Thanks, doll.  I appreciate your help.”

“Anytime, Cap.”  You laughed louder when you turned towards Scott and saw his mouth hanging open in shock and confusion with his face turning paler by the second.  “Scott, you okay?”

“What the hell just happened?”

Steve took a step closer to you and put his arm around your shoulder, “We’ve had our eye on (Y/N) for a while now, so when we brought her on board I asked her to run a few security drills with her powers to see how we’d do in this new building.”

“Yeah,” you said and turned to Steve, all but ignoring Scott, “and I’d say you failed.  I had the shield in my hands before the alarms even started, and I would have been long gone.  I have some ideas that might-“

“Jesus, are you guys serious right now?!  This was all staged?  I was freaking out in there!”  He bent forward to rest his hands on his thighs, trying to settle his breathing.  “Oh, I think I’m gonna be sick.”

“Calm down, Scott,” you said quietly, taking a few steps towards him and putting your hand on his arm, “we just wanted to know where your loyalties lie, and if you would try to stop your own friend in a tough situation.  You did really well, considering.”  You led him to a chair and helped him sit, returning to Steve to finish your conversation.

“Considering?” he asked, “considering what?”

“That you looooove her,” Steve mocked.

“Yep,” Scott groaned and lowered his head again, “yep, gonna be sick.”

“Do not throw up in the helmet, Scott!” you heard a voice say faintly from inside.