your face is ok

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PSA: if your grown ass man is too scared to accidentally brush up against a wrapped tampon, it’s time to find a new man. Your period is natural and shouldn’t freak him out. #RemoveTheStigma #PrettyLittlePSA

@mellorad encouraged me to and helped me set up my own streaming channel! In order to try it out, she got to request a drawing and wished for a Mustang waiting for a date with Elizabeth – I loved the idea (of course).
Woohoo to minimalistic text backgrounds hhh

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Hmm? What am I doing? Oh you know, just collecting pictures of the biggest dork in the series. 

So No. 6 has this subtle recurring theme I've picked up on.
  • Shion: "Hey Nezumi, could you do this thing?"
  • Nezumi: "How fucking dare you ask me to do that. You think I do things for you? No. I am out for myself and myself only, and if you want something done do it your fucking self Shion. You're not the boss of me. I don't even know why I put up with you. I don't even know why I associate with you. You don't know anything about this world do you? If you asked anyone else to do that thing you just asked me to do they'd spit in your face. Fuck you Shion. FUCK YOU."
  • Shion: "Ok."
  • Nezumi: "Well if you're going to be A BITCH about it!" *proceeds to do go above and beyond to do thing*
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@songsaboutsalad  BRO! Here he is! Probably on a little study break at the breakfast counter
✧・゚: *✧・゚:*  spacing out  *:・゚✧*:・゚✧   ;^)

Come Here Little Girl

Word count: 2,366

Warning: SMUT, daddy kink, rough sex, slight bondage

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary/Request: Thank you @thedevilsbestie for your request!

On a hunt, Y/N is surprised to find out in such circumstances, a kink that she has – as is Dean. They try it out when they get back to the motel room.

“I am not doing that. No way!” You shouted through the motel room.
“Come on Y/N this is where he’s going to be and it’s probably our only chance to kill him.” Dean argued. “I have to go too.”
You snorted, “You get to wear clothes though, you don’t have to go in your fucking underwear!”
You had been on this case for the past two weeks trying to find the vampire that was terrorising the city, so of course you wanted to kill the son of a bitch. But the only problem was that he only showed his face once a fortnight at a club downtown. The club looked like your average sort of club from the outside but in reality it was invite only. Not only that but the invites were for men who had girlfriends and partners that would come along only in their underwear (or less) and then, “I don’t even want to think about what sort of stuff happens in that club at night.”

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Pop and Wedlock

Same Campaign as Mother of (No) Mercy.

As the group of seven, irl 5 kids (8-14) and their (40s) parents goes further into the jungle, they are ambushed by a tribe of Cliffwalk Shifters. Everyone but the Monk fails their diplomacy check, so while the tribe lets them stay in their camp that night, they weren’t too friendly towards the party.

Now I like to get the players invested in the world as much as I can, so that night, the Shifters engaged in a tribal dance around a fire with a cool thing happening at the end. I’d rolled for the 4 Shifters dancing and the best got a 19 on his performance check. With no bard in the party, I expected the characters to just watch and learn some culture.

I did not expect the Dragonborn Paladin to try to redeem himself on the dance floor.

Paladin OOC: I’m gonna try to dance as best I can to make these people like me.

Me, surprised: Uh, sure. Roll performance.

*Nat 20*

The table roars and I feel the blood drain from my face.

Me: Ok, so all of you watch as your Dragonborn friend, known for his enforcement of justice and valor, absolutely kill it on the dance floor.

Rogue: Woo, you go Tornader!

Me: The Shifters are awestruck by the performance. After a moment of talking, a young and beautiful Shifter run out of a tent and straight up to Tornader. Before any of you can react, she kisses him passionately.

Paladin OOC: What’s happening?

Me, as the Shifter chief: Well done, scaled one. For your incredible performance in our ceremonial dance, you have won the hand of my daughter, Nutmeg, and are now a part of our tribe. Though we do not know the final place of the Journey Yet to Come, I am pleased to say you shall walk it together as Husband and Wife. Congratulations, my son.

Let me tell you, the look of horror that plays out on a 10 year old’s face when he finds out he has a wife to come home to is priceless. They are still married to this day, as he doesn’t think it would look good if a Paladin went through a divorce.

Crop top yuuri cosplay (ft my friend who took the photo) ignore my derpy face. Also @zephyrine-gale who gave me the idea and made me wanna wear croptops. Ty for the crop top yuuri revolution.

REMEMBER WHEN BUZZFEED ASKED SASHA THIS

Ashley and Sasha was like ‘Can’t answer that’ .. ‘Right? We can’t’

Troian said ‘You can say what it was like, you just can’t say who it was with’

THEN SHAY DID THIS?

*ACTING NONCHALANT AND STUFF*

I’m like ‘Sure, your poker face game is spot on but Shay?? remember??’

and then Sasha answered it

and it’s all okay (Shay have a small smile) until

and Shay was like…

OK. Your poker face is not that good then, Shay.

sleepy time facts TM

-jack zimmermann snores like a freight train
-eric bittle kicks (& punches!!) in his sleep
-they are both cover hog monsters who deserve each other

On Thin Ice *Part 1*

Originally posted by nellaey

Gif isn’t mine

Hello all you lovely people!! My past fic had done so well, I decided I could write another one for all of you. Like always, please leave feedback and tell me what you think!

Summary: You, Newt, Queenie, Jacob, and Tina all go out to ice skate. However, you start to get jealous when Newt and Tina start to get really close. 

Warnings: Angst angst angst (I love me some angst lmao)

Author: @xfandomqueenblrx (me)

DO NOT copy this on other sites and claim it as your work. 

Reblogs are fine

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Winter snow fell down in front of your window. You watched below as they settled onto the road and sidewalks. It was beautiful.

As of now, you and Newt were staying with the Goldstein sisters and Jacob. The both of you had agreed to stay with them for a small vacation after all of the hard work you put into creating Newt’s book. You didn’t know where yours and Newt’s relationship would go after this. If you were just going to go back to England and stay there, or if you were going to stay with Newt and continue traveling with him. 

It was hard to think about leaving him, but then again, he might not want you around.

He might just take someone else who is equally interested in fantastic beasts like you.

Maybe Tina. 

You loved the Goldstein sisters with all your heart. They took you and Newt in the last time you were in New York, and they even let you stay with them for your small vacation. You were grateful for the amount of hospitality they extended towards you and Newt, but you couldn’t help but be jealous of one of the sisters… Tina.

Newt and Tina had a special connection that nobody could deny. You and Newt were close, but you wouldn’t be so close if it weren’t for the amount of time you spent traveling with him. However, Tina has only known Newt for a couple of months, and she has already gained access to Newt’s case and his emotions. Meanwhile, it took you several months to be able to discover all of Newt’s case and even more time to really figure out his emotions. 

Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be. If anything, Tina probably deserves Newt more, and it’s not like he had any feelings for you anyways. 

“Honey, are you ok?” Queenie’s voice suddenly broke through your thoughts.

You turned away from the window you were looking out of to look at Queenie. Her mouth was set into a gentle frown, her face showing signs of worry.

She reached out to you and touched your shoulder. “Now, don’t be thinking those negative thoughts, ok? You deserve love too, hun.” 

Gently, you shrugged off her hand and stood up. You smiled a little bit and hugged her. She was so caring and so gentle. What would you do without her?

“Thanks Queenie. You’re so sweet.” You separated yourself from her and held onto her shoulders. “I’m just a little confused and all, but I’ll be ok.”

She smiled and gave you another hug before walking off to the kitchen. You sat down on the couch and started to think once more.

“We’re all going ice skating today, do you want to come?” Queenie’s voice coming from the kitchen.

“Oh, yeah of course. I don’t have any skates though, so I can just sit and watch.”

Queenie came back into the room with two steaming cups of hot chocolate. “No, no, no, I have an extra pair of skates that I’ve grown out of that you can use. It’ll be fun, I promise!”

You chuckled a little bit at Queenie’s cheerfulness. Suddenly, a loud crash and stomping noises could be heard from behind the guest room’s door. Newt and Tina crashed out of the room, hand in hand and laughing. They looked at you and Queenie on the couch.

“Queenie, you should have seen it! The erumpent got out of her enclosure and was chasing Newt all over the place!” Tina managed to laugh out.

Newt chuckled nervously, looking at you. You weren’t laughing, though. You were looking at Newt’s and Tina’s hands entwined together. You shouldn’t be jealous, it was really nothing. Yet, you couldn’t help but feel a little jealous looking at them.

“Ah, yes, she just got out when I was trying to feed her. Tina found it quite comical.” Newt looked down at his shoes, trying to think why you looked so sad.

There was a loud silence filling the room. You were thinking of Newt and Tina, while Queenie was listening to the barrage of thoughts swarming through Newt’s head. 

“Sorry if we were loud, um, Y/n… are you coming ice skating with us?” Tina asked.

“Oh, yeah I am. I think it’s gonna be fun.”

Another long period of silence filled the room. Newt let go of Tina’s hand and stood there awkwardly. 

Queenie stood up and smoothed out her dress. “Well, I’m gonna go get ready now. Y/n, why don’t you come with me to try the skates on?”

“Sure.” You followed Queenie out of the room, all the while Newt watching the two of you leave while Tina also started to walk towards her room.

Newt stood there for a little bit, perplexed by why you looked so distressed before. He cared about you and seeing you like that really hurt him.

Deciding not to worry to much about it, he walked back into the guest room to start getting ready for tonight.


You had all just left the Goldstein’s apartment and picked up Jacob from his bakery. The cold wind nipped at your skin as you neared the skating rink.

Jacob and Queenie were walking in front of you, hand in hand and looking as adorable as ever. Meanwhile, Newt and Tina were walking behind you, laughing at each other’s stories and jokes. Leaving you as the fifth wheel.

Whatever, you weren’t going to waste this night moping about because of your feelings. Tonight you were going to live a little and have some fun learning how to ice skate, no matter how hard it may be.

Finally, you arrived at the rink. There were a few other couples skating around along with some kids. You sat down on one of the benches and started to get the skates on. 

“Have you ever skated before?” You jumped a little when you heard Newt’s voice. You hadn’t even heard him sit down next to you.

“Never, but I’m hoping I can get the hang of it.”

“I bet you’ll do fine. You can always hold on to me if you need help.” You looked towards Newt to see a shy smile placed on his face. You smiled back and stood up on your skates, immediately wobbling and almost falling over until you felt Newt’s hands on the small of your back holding you up.

“I didn’t think you’d need help until you actually got onto the ice.” You could literally hear the smugness in his voice.

“Well I’m sorry I’ve never tried these torture devices on before.”

“Oh, so now they’re torture devices? Are you saying your feet already hurt when you haven’t even skated yet?”

You laughed and turned towards Newt on your wobbly feet. “Yes, quite frankly, they-”

“Newt, are you coming or not?” Tina yelled out. She was already on the ice along with Queenie and Jacob.

“O-oh, yes, I’m just finishing lacing up!” Newt looked at you. Once again, there was that sad look placed on your face.

“Are you ok? You seem to be quite distant lately, love.”

You shot your head up at that. You didn’t think he noticed anything, well you definitely hoped he wouldn’t notice anything. It was nice to know that he cared, though.

You smiled softly,”Yea, I’m fine, thank you for asking. Now, could you help me onto the ice?”

Newt smiled back before taking your hand and leading you towards the ice. Once you were there, you just stood there for a second before walking on carefully. Newt showed you how to start skating around and he also showed you how to stop. You had fallen multiple times attempting to stop. It was so much fun being able to just laugh at yourself slipping all over the place, and now you were even starting to get the hang of things.

“Ok, now just follow me. You can do it.” Newt was skating backwards in front of you so he could watch you and see if you were doing well enough on your own. 

You continued skating until Tina came around and skated right beside you.

“Hey Newt, you want to take some laps around? I’m sure Y/n can do well enough on her own.” You frowned a little bit at that.

“Alright.”

And with that, they both skated away, Tina grabbing onto Newt’s hand and whispering something into his ear. Totally leaving you where you were.

You skated around for a little bit, before stopping because your feet hurt. You could hear Queenie laughing at a joke Jacob said. Newt and Tina were still doing laps around the rink, hand in hand. There goes that nagging feeling in your head again. 

Deciding that it was time to get up again, you stood up and skated onto the ice. However, you didn’t realize that someone was already coming up fast from behind you. That person was not able to stop in time before colliding into you, making you both fall over.

You let out a grunt before crashing onto the ice and right onto your elbows. 

“I-I’m so so sorry, I didn’t see you coming onto the ice!”

You looked back to the person who hit you. It was a kid who looked extremely scared. 

You smiled nervously. She didn’t know you were coming onto the ice, it wasn’t her fault.

“It’s ok, I guess I should also watch out for people.” You pushed yourself up and off the ice, all of a sudden feeling a harsh sting coming from your elbow. You grit your teeth and looked down at the ice. There, where you fell were two large droplets of blood. Another drop soon joining them.

You skated off of the ice and sat down at a bench to take a look at your elbows. Both of them had been badly scratched and it hurt when you stretched your arms out. You attempted to put some pressure on them with your hands but hissed and let go when they stung. 

Queenie and Jacob were coming off of the ice to ask you why you sat down when they saw your bloody hands and elbows.

“Oh, sweetie, what on earth happened?” 

“It was nothing, I-I just fell.” Suddenly, a loud laugh was heard from the distance. You looked up and saw Newt and Tina still skating, Tina laughing loudly at something Newt said. They hadn’t even noticed anything wrong or that you had gotten off the ice… they were undisturbed.

Tears started to fill your eyes. You felt unwanted and jealous all at the same time, a dangerous combination of emotions. Quickly, you untied your skates and put on your shoes.

Jacob put a hand on your shoulder, noticing how quickly you were trying to wrap things up. 

“You okay kiddo? We can get some bandages for you and clean you up.”

Now you felt like you were ruining they’re night. You shouldn’t be burdening them like this.

Queenie looked at you sympathetically. She could hear all of your thoughts and she hated how you were putting yourself down so much. “Honey, no, you’re not burdening us. You got hurt and it’s not your fault.”

“N-no, I’m just going to go back to the apartment. I’ll see y-you guys later.” You looked up once more to see that Newt and Tina were still skating around, and they had even begun twirling each other on the ice.

Another wave of tears hit you hard. You grabbed your skates and ran out of the rink as quickly as you could, avoiding Queenie and Jacob’s yells for you to come back. 

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Ok, I actually feel pretty good about this one. I hope you guys like it too :)

Here’s part 2 !!

Shots Fired

Word Count: 2440

Pairing: FBI Agent Dean x Pharmacist Reader

Warnings: Language, Violence, Some Angst, Some Fluff

A/N: Written for @dancingalone21 ‘s funny quote challenge. My quote was: “That attitude right there. That’s why I always got the extra cookie.” Also written for @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms Shit My Patient’s Say challenge. I used a ton of quotes from that one. They’re all bolded. 

A/N 2: Unbeta’d and unedited. Probably a shit ton of mistakes. My bad.

A/N 3: Most/All of the stories in here aside from being robbed (at gunpoint anyway) have happened to me in my career. More than once. Fun times. 


You left your 12 and a half hour shift at the pharmacy over 30 minutes late. Some asshole had decided to wait until 9:00 to come get their prescription filled that they needed right that second. Of course, they’d had the prescription in their hand for over three weeks. Not that you could turn them down. Your district manager would surely find out and chew your ass out for it the next day.

Grabbing your bags and sliding out of your car you realized Dean wasn’t home yet either. Your husband’s Impala was nowhere to be seen. Ever since he’d taken a job as an FBI agent, he’d been working crazy hours too. The two of you barely saw each other anymore and it sucked. Sighing, you trudged into the house and dropped your stuff, kicking off your shoes. You made your way into the kitchen, grabbing all the junk food you could find and a bottle of Captain Morgan before throwing yourself in a heap on the couch.

You were mindlessly watching TV when Dean came home, discarding his jacket and tie before he lifted your legs and sat down, resting your legs in his lap. “Rough day?”

“Whatever gave you that idea?”

“The completely eaten bag of chips, the leftover ketchup on the plate where you probably had a frozen cheeseburger, oh and the uh…half drunk bottle of Captain Morgan that was totally full yesterday.” Dean pointed to the bottle in your hand and you rolled your eyes, sarcastically scoffing into the air.

“Good job, detective.

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Pissed Off - Zach Dempsey

-NOT MY GIF-

Masterlist

Word Count: 1,023

Warnings: Swearing

Plot Summary: You end up accidentally pissing off the one and only Zach Dempsey. Now you have to make it up to him.

A/n: I know I’m doing pretty much all Zach Dempsey imagines right now but I love his character. Feel free to request an imagine for any of the characters listed on my Masterlist (:

“So how was Biology?” asked Hannah seemingly stepping out of nowhere.

“I’d say hell on earth, everyone’s failing apart from Dempsey” you said as the two of you walked off towards the lunch hall.

“Zach doesn’t he play basketball?” asked Hannah looking at you with a confused expression.

“Yeah and just because he’s acing the class miss is expecting everyone else to, why can’t the guy stick to being a dumb jock and make everyone’s lives easier” you laughed and Hannah giggled.

Suddenly someone pushed past you crashing into your shoulder with force before storming off down the hallway. You were too concerned about your shoulder and not dropping the stack of books you were holding to realise who it was.

“Oh god I think he heard you” said Hannah as you looked up just in time to see the one and only Zach Dempsey storm off around the corner.

“What’s he going to do anyway” you said pissed glaring at the corner and rubbing your shoulder.

“Well considering he’s six two and built like a brick shit house, not to mention he’s one of the most popular guys in the school I would say there are a fair few things that he could do to make your life hell” she said taking some of your books from you in an attempt to help.

“Oh god” you said looking at Hannah who had a sympathetic expression on her face.

“Yeah” she said rising her eyebrows.

The two of you sat down on one of the empty tables in the food hall, Hannah placing your books down next to you as you rubbed your shoulder. You got your lunch out of your bag picked up your sandwich and as you were about to take a bite you looked over to Zach’s table. He was smiling then as his eyes met yours his smile faded and turned into more of a pissed off look before he looked away from you and back to his friend.

“Oh, you have really pissed him off” said Hannah as you looked at her; she had turned her head into the direction of Zach and had seen what had happened.

“Great” you said putting your sandwich down suddenly not feeling hungry.

“If you don’t fix this then he has the power to destroy you” she said turning back to face you with as serious expression on her face.

“What do you mean fix this, there’s no fixing this! No one messes with a Jock without their life being ruined, you just wait today its dirty looks tomorrow it will be slime in my locker” you said crossing your arms.

“Slime?” She said a smile creeping onto her face.

You couldn’t help but smile.

“It was the first thing that popped into my head ok” you said trying to keep your angry face but failing as Hannah starting laughing.

“Ok, ok but on a serious note we can’t let that happen all you have to do is go up and apologise for what you said” said Hannah trying to put on the most serious face she had.

“Yeah because marching over there right now is a really good idea” you said shaking your head. “I’m just going to have to move to Antarctica and live with the penguins” finished

“There aren’t any Penguins in Antarctica” laughed Hannah. “Wow you really are shit at biology” she said shaking her head laughing.

“Oh well then I will go find Santa” you said “Become an elf or something.”

“Look just catch up with him after baseball practice today, he usually practices alone in sports hall so apologise then” she said as the bell rang and the two of you stood up to go to your form rooms.

“Yeah and if he doesn’t murder me then I will go and get my feet fitted for little green pointy boots and find some stripy tights” you said with a laugh as you waved goodbye to Hannah as the two of you headed in different directions to your form rooms.

You spent the next hour of History thinking about what the hell you were going to day to Zach, but as you slowly walked towards the doors of the sports hall all the plans you had made faded from your head and you heart hammered. You stood outside the door reluctant to go in as you heard the ball smacking into the ground again and again along with the squeak of his trainers on the floor.

Suddenly the door opened scaring you half to death and there stood Zach Dempsey, in his shorts bare chested just inches from you.

“What the hell are you doing here Y/n” he said and you winced at how your name came out of his mouth.

“I’m here to apologise” you said trying to look at anything but his toned chest or his muscular arms.

His expression didn’t change.

“I’m sorry for what I said about you being a dumb Jock and all that” you said quietly as he stared down at you, his gaze making you forget how to England.

“Apology not accepted” he said with a smirk.

“What?!” you said his statement breaking you out of your trance as you looked up at him shocked and confused.

“I said that I don’t accept your apology, you’re going to have to do better than that to earn my forgiveness” he said smirking again, the look in your eye made your stomach fill with butterflies.

“What do you mean?” you asked frowning trying as hard as you could not to appear weak under his gaze.

“Well” he said as he stepped closer to you leaning down a little bit, he brought his hands to your face and then kissed you.

You felt the cool wall against your back as he pressed up against you, you kissed back the kiss becoming more and more heated by the second as one of his arms went to your waist pulling you closer still. The he pulled away, you opened your eyes and he was smiling.

“Well that certainly a start” he said and you smiled.

shawolstarlight  asked:

Hey cutie! Could you please do The8 from friends to lovers, if you have time. I love him so much so I would be super happy if you could do this request ❤❤

of course i can!!! and thank you for the other messages you’ve sent me cheering me on,,i have them all saved mwah~~
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  • you guys became friends after an argument,,,,,,,,,literally,,,,,,,
  • there was only one popsicle in your favorite flavor left at the 7/11 and you most certAINLY weren’t going to give it up to this random,,,tall,,,,,,,skinny boy,,,,,,,,
  • and the8 was glaring daggers back at you because his hand was already on the treat
  • and you’d tried to reason that you’d been in the store longer,,,,,,while the8 explained that his hand touched the popsicle first
  • and you guys could have literally stood there for the next hour,,,,but thankfully fifteen minutes later the manager came by and took the popsicle and dropped in the hands of a kid waiting near the counter
  • and before you or the8 could as much as speak, the kid was already unwrapping it and taking his first bite
  • that episode ended up with you and the8 standing outside if the 7/11,,,,,,,without popsicles,,,,,,,,,pouting simultaneously 
  • you both blamed the other person and left pissed,,,,,,,only to find each other again the next evening in the same 7/11,,,,,,,,
  • and basically this became a habit,,,,,,,you and the8 seeing each other in this grocery store and always getting into a little argument over cereal brands or soda preferences 
  • until it just became playful sarcastic banter and ,,,, you two actually started enjoying seeing each other,,,,,,,to the point where,,,maybe you weren’t 7/11 enemies but you know,,,,,,,,friends
  • and ok so maybe a couple of times you guys even walked home together from the 7/11,,,maybe bought some snacks together from street vendors,,,,,,,,maybe exchanged numbers,,,,,,,,,
  • ok you guys are friends LOL even if sometimes the8 teases you when you ask for bites of his food and he’s like oH are we buddies now??? and you’re like b OY you snapchatted me like an hour ago to invite me to hangout with you yes we’re friends now give me your food-
  • but one day you bump into the8 on a day where you didn’t plan to hangout together but,,,,,,you know he comes over to you and you’re in the supermarket looking confusingly at vegetables and the8 is like ruffling your hair and asking you whats up
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,i have to cook something,,,,,my friends sick and i want to make him soup but,,,,,,,idk,,,,,,,how to do that,,,,,,
  • and the8 raises an eyebrow and is like “him? friend? boyfriend?” and you’re like LOL no,,,,,,,,i wISH,,,,,,but yeah no can you put eggplants into a soup-”
  • but before you can pick up anything, the8 puts his hand over yours and is like “ill help you. no need to ask, i can see the desperation in your face” and you’re like heY DONT make fun of me rn,,, and he just smirks and takes your basket and starts filling it up with all these ingredients as you follow him around
  • and you ask him what this and that is and he’s like don’t worry, i know what im doing. trust me
  • and you don’t know,,,,,,how much you can,,,,,but the8 might be more helpful than a recipe off the internet so when you guys buy everything you invite him over
  • and for a moment,,,,,you don’t catch it,,,,,but the8 clears his throat with nervousness because,,,,well honestly this is his first time over at your place like this,,,,,, but he puts on a cool face and is like ok ok where’s your kitchen
  • and it’s cute,,,,,he makes some comment on how it’s a little messy but he expects it from you and you’re like HEY AGAIN WITH THE TEASING and he just laughs and you’re watching him,,,,,,,prepare everything like some kind of pro
  • and he’s got his sleeves rolled up as he’s dicing vegetables and he looks,,,really handsome and you’re like no no no whaT are you thinking this is the boy who has embarrassing nicknames for you and you get into petty arguments with him,,,,,,,but,,,,,,,,
  • and you look to see his concentrated gaze, how lean but still athletically built he is and you’re like oh ,,,,, oh no
  • and suddenly the8 is like “napkin,,,,can you hand me one,,,im sweating -” and you’re like oH right!!! and you get some from a shelf and come over carefully, dabbing at the sweat above his eyebrows
  • and the8 freezes because,,,,this is the first time you’ve touched him like this,,,,and before you know it your eyes meet and you stop too and ,,,,,,the8 is looking at you,,,,,intensely,,,,,and you can feel your cheeks heat up but you can’t???? look away either???? it’s like a spell is cast over you too
  • and the8′s vision flickers down to your lips than back to your eyes
  • and it’s like a scene out of a movie,,,,he puts down the knife he’s using for chopping and you put down the napkin and he’s suddenly so close,,,close enough for you to feel his breathing on your skin and,,,,,,,,then it’s like this situation calls for only one action,,,,,and when his lips settle on yours,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • it feels like the kitchen and the world has melt away
  • and ,,,,,,,,,, who knew about all this tension,,,,, between you two but also this ,,,,emotional attachment you two had grown and didn’t even know about,,,,,
  • but when the8 pulls back and you’re both staring at each other again you’re like ,,,, stuttering over your words but trying to say you need to hurry up you told your friend you’d come over by 8
  • and the8,,,,,in the most serious tone goes “ill go with you.” and you’re like ??!???? why,,,,,and he’s like “i don’t want you taking care of another man, ill help you out so he knows you’re just being a good friend.”
  • you want to roll your eyes,,,,,but also the words make you feel excited and you poke the8′s back as he’s cooking again and you’re like ,,,,,, “hey,,,,,,,,does that mean you’re the man i can take care of?~~” and he’s like HA i think you’d just make me more si-” but before he finishes he turns to see you pouting again and he pulls you into another hug and is like im joking, of course from now on : only take care of me, and ill only take care of you.” 
His Girl

Summary: Bucky admires the girl of his dreams, aka the Reader, during a party. Her only problem?  The man holding her hand.

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Word Count: 2507

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), love triangle, someone gets cheated on, a little bit of angst.

A/N: Here it is, my first attempt on posting something of my own. This might be read by no one ever, but still, I’ve had so much fun in the process and probably will do it again… Thank you so much @dretjie12  for being my beta and putting out with me. You have a special place in my heart.

English is not my first language, so you’ll find grammar mistakes and nonsenses. Sorry! Feedback always welcomed!



Bucky enters the party making a beeline for the bar. It was one of Tony’s big shindigs at the Avenger’s Tower. He had lost count of how many he had attended since he joined the team and could barely remember the reason for it, if there ever had been one to start with.

It has been a slow process of readaptation after he came back from Wakanda, where T’chala’s scientists had finally found a treatment for the trigger words and other horrors Hydra had seen fit to grace his mind with. He still struggled with social events, preferring, instead, to hide in a nondescript corner sipping on whatever drink he took fancy to.

Taking a discreet balcony seat,  he waits for the whisky he had ordered from the bartender. He searches the crowd, looking for the face he so longs to see.. Y/n

It had been like this from the moment he laid eyes on her. His gaze always searching, admiring her, his entire being longing for her presence. Bucky couldn’t understand why she had this effect on him, they had barely exchanged more than two words with her, shying away from her whenever she drew near.

But he was infatuated by Y/N, by how she had held his left hand when they were introduced, he was so entranced with her that he had held on longer than what was deemed socially acceptable, and yet she never let go before he did. The way her hair swung from side to side when she walked,  how she was always looking straight into the eyes of whomever she was talking to, the way her nose crinkled when she laughed, Oh her laugh! the most amazing sound Bucky had ever heard. And she was always laughing, with everyone…

Except with him. Why wouldn’t she speak to him?  Fear… That was the only possible explanation in Bucky’s mind. Of course an angelical person like her would be frightened by him…The winter soldier, the Fist of Hydra, the Assassin… 

With the whisky now in his hands, his lips touch the glass when he finally sees her..

OH, Y/n…

There she was, across the room, laughing while Sam talked to her. For a moment Bucky wishes he could be the lucky bastard who was able to make her laugh like that. He takes a minute to admire the woman of his dreams. She had her hair curled falling on her shoulders and was wearing a long strappy  black dress with a side slit that went high enough to make Bucky’s heart speed up. The deep V neckline wasn’t doing any good to his mental state either…

God, she’s perfect – Bucky momentarily worries that he had said that out loud,  But he genuinely can’t find a single flaw in her. Well, maybe the only problem is the man holding her hands. Steve Rogers, Captain America, Bucky’s best and only friend in the world, the man who started a fucking Civil War to defend him.

She was his girl. That’s why, besides the fact that he probably scares the shit out of her, he would never get to touch Y/N, feel her skin on his. Why he avoids any kind of direct contact and is happy to venerate her from a distance. He couldn’t , by any means, give in to his feelings or even approach her.  Wait, could it be the reason why she avoided him as well? No, it’s fear, for sure.

He’s dated girls, trying hard to get her out of his head.  He had slept with women that would probably be taken as more beautiful or sexier than Y/N by any other person. Not for Bucky though… All he accomplished was to compare her with every single woman he’s been with, and wonder how it would feel if she was the one he was holding, kissing, making love to.

“Jesus, you’re so screwed” Drowned in his thoughts Bucky’d missed the readhead approaching, martini in her hand, sitting on a bench next to him with a smirk on her lips.

“What are you talking about, Romanoff?” He tries to play the ignorance card, knowing damn well that it would be pointless. The stunning spy was able to read his mind like no other, Steve included. Maybe it was their shared past, the one they never speak of, but lingers in the air. The ex-assassins simply understood each other.

“Please Barnes, you’re offending me”  Natasha rolls her eyes and takes the drink to her mouth.  

Bucky leans down his head with a humorless laugh  “That obvious, huh?”

“To me, yes”.  She spends a moment observing him, who had got back to watch the woman across the room hand in hand with his best friend. With a sigh, she kindly places her empty hand on the soldier’s shoulder. “Just be careful, Bucky. Neither of you have been discreet lately” Bucky turns his head, looking with eyebrows knitted close together  at Natasha, who was showing a rare sympathetic smile.

“What do you mean? In what way she’s not being discreet?”  

The empathy on Natasha’s face was replaced by a familiar glare, before she  stands up and turns her back leaving Bucky behind, mumbling words that his enhanced hearing caught as “Stupid Super Soldiers.  No Serum in the brains, for sure”.  But that didn’t answer his doubts…

He watches as Natasha joins the rest of the gang who was now sitting by a round table close to the dance floor. As usual, she takes the chair next to Clint Barton. Bucky moves his eyes to Steve, who is sitting across from the Widow, leaning in to say something. She responds by pointing to the Bar where Bucky stood. The Captain turns his head to his best friend, grinning and making a gesture calling him toward the gathered group.

Finding no way to decline the offer, Bucky nods and heads to the table that was also accommodating Sam, Wanda and Maria Hill. Getting close, he notices that the only left seat was the one next to Y/N, who had her back turned to him.

“Hey Buck, Join us, the food is amazing” Steve said with a mouthful pointing to his plate with the fork.

The fact that his fellow Super Soldier was the only one eating - an exorbitant amount of food- made him remember the skinny kid from Brooklyn that could barely finish a whole glass of milk. The memory brought a warm smile to Bucky’s face, which faded as soon as he spotted Y/N glancing nervously at the empty seat, avoiding his gaze.. 

“Uhmm, I don’t know pal, I’m not really that hungry” Bucky replies, attempting to  refrain from the situation..

“Oh come on Buck, grace us with your presence, It’s not like you have somewhere else to go.  Or do you already have a broad waiting?” Sam was now talking, emphasizing the word in an attempt to tease his 100 year old friend.

Missing Y/N taking a long sip from her own whisky, Bucky pretends to be amused by the conversation. He can’t find it in him to prolong the subject, so he pulls out a chair and takes his seat. 

The group of friends goes back to chatting, no one seems to notice Bucky flinching when his right thigh brushes against Y/N’s left one under the table. Goosebumps sprung unbidden across his skin. He was now expecting her to pull away and move the chair, but instead, she was leaning on his touch and the sensation was overwhelming…

All the noise surrounding them fades away, replaced by the sound of his beating heart.

He rests his hand on his leg and by the corner of his eyes he sees Y/N doing the same thing. Feeling a rush of boldness, he moves it closer to hers until their pinkies link between their laps. He feels dizzy when she softly caresses his finger with hers and all of a sudden, like it was the most natural thing to do, they have  all of their fingers tightly interlocked, holding hands, covered by the table cloth.

Bucky’s mind was running in full speed, and was hard to catch his breath, but yet, for that moment, time seemed to have frozen and everything was slow motion. No… It was not fear… She was touching him, he had her soft hand in his calloused one. And it felt so right…

Bucky’s stupor was interrupted by a familiar voice in the far distance.

“Are you ok, Barnes? Your face is white as sheet” It was Natasha, of fucking course.

With the unwanted attention, Y/N quickly removes her hand and backs away her leg, making Bucky feel empty.

“Ahm, Yeah  I..I guess I need another drink, I’ll be right back” Bucky leaves the table choosing to ignore Natasha’s suspicious look. To his relief the rest of their friends were apparently unfazed. 

In need of a place to calm his restless state, he heads to the rooftop. Getting out of the elevator he feels the breeze of the night and, watching the city lights, the puzzled events of the last couple of minutes keep running over in his mind.  She had touched him, he could still feel the burning where their skin met and he knows that she was as much affected by it as him… What the hell was happening?

The quietness provided by the place was interrupted by the elevator ding, his heart jumps when he sees the person coming out of it and, without giving it a second though, he takes two quick steps, closing the distance between Y/N and him, feverously pressing their lips together. She immediately kissed him back, one hand tangling in his chocolate locks, while the other snaked up his muscular chest. 

Without breaking the kiss, Bucky pins her against the nearest wall. He’s so drunk in her taste that he doesn’t want to let her go…Not again. He tastes the whisky she’s been drinking mixed with her chapstick and something sweet, that he knew was her, and only her. 

Both of her arms around his neck now, one hand still grabbing his hair in a grip. She gasps for air and Bucky attacks her collarbone with a trail of hot kisses, reaching the pulse point to lightly bite on it. She lets out a moan and tightens  the hold on his locks.

“I need you… Please” She speaks with a breathless voice, reaching to palm the bulge in his pants. If Bucky had a tiny bit of control until then, it was completely lost now. The avenger captures her mouth once again, travelling his hand up her exposed leg through the dress slit, burying his fingers under her panties to find her already damp, the sensation pulls a loud groan from him.  

He pushes the black lace material down to her knees and she works her legs to let it drop to the floor, stepping out of it. Bucky pulls the opening of Y/N’s long gown up to her waist while she quickly goes for his belt, releasing Bucky’s erection.  Not being able to lose any more time  he guides his pulsing cock to her wet entrance. It feels like a punch to a gut when he finally sheaths his length inside her, the air leaving him in a long, torturous exhale. 

Bucky holds her left leg up, keeping it locked around his waist, and uses his metal hand to support himself on the wall, while she maintains a firm grip on his shoulders.  He goes slow at first, allowing their bodies to get acquainted with each other. For what feels like the first time, they stare into each others eyes, and at the moment, Bucky feels a sense of calm, a sense of peace he had not known for a long time..

He watches her as she closes her eyes and parts her lips slightly, whimpering in pleasure. “Oh Bucky…” hearing his name on her mouth in such a sinful way made his heart melt and his cock twitch inside of her.

His thrusts grow faster and the two of them become a mess of heavy breaths and moans. Bodies glued together. The frenzy only increases when Bucky readjusts her leg on his waist and his flesh fingers meet Y/N’s clit.  He circles the nub of nerves in fast, harsh circles, The slight change in the angle and the extra stimulation make her let out a scream of pure ecstasy, signaling her climax. Bucky feels her clenching around him and he knows he isn’t going to last much longer.

It startles him for a second when she pushes at his chest, forcing him to pull out of her pulsing heat. His mind goes blank when she sinks to her knees and envelops his throbbing cock with her hot mouth. Her soft lips around his cock and a few bobs were too much for him to handle. “I.. I’m … gonna…. ”, Bucky warns, only making Y/N clutch his hips still, not letting him pull away from her. He groans loudly and she takes everything he has to offer, not missing a drop.

Struggling to breath, Bucky helps her get on her feet and keeps her in a tight embrace, forehead leaned against hers, both in a blissful state. When breathing wasn’t so hard anymore, she was the first one to speak.

“I love Steve… I really do” Bucky sighs at the mention of  his friend’s name.

“Yeah, I know, I love that punk too” he responds matter-of-factly in a sad smile.

“I don’t want to hurt him” she continues. “But you…” She  whispers.  “You’ve been on my mind ever since we’ve met, I’ve been going crazy” tears starts to form in her eyes.

Bucky’s ribcage was fighting against the strong beating of his heart. “Yeah, I know the feeling, Doll” he says in a low voice, brushing his thumb on her cheeks.

She tears herself from him and leans down to grab her panties on the floor allowing him to gather himself too. “This can’t … won’t happen again” She manages to make her words convincing, standing up in front of him again, holding the delicate material.

Bucky closes his eyes and nods. He had known this was coming, but it did nothing to ease the pain of hearing those words. Y/N grabs his chin, forcing him to look at her. They stare at each other for a long moment before she locks their lips together in a smooch.  Bucky feels her shoving one hand inside of his pocket before she breaks the kiss to leave.

He keeps looking at the city lights when he hears the elevator going down. He knows that it would all come eventually, the sorrow, the guilt, the heartache. But at that moment, all he could do was feel on cloud nine, turning his lips up in a grin, while his fingers played absent-mindedly with the piece of black lace inside his pocket.

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