Haunting Me (Chap. 3)❤️

Haunting Me: Y/N is a normal young adult living in New York, but little does she know that she’s a reincarnation of the long lost Bucky Barnes’ fiance from the 1940′s. What happens when she runs into Steve in 2012? Most importantly, what happens when she runs into The Winter Soldier? 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x POC Reader 

Warnings: Angst. Fluff. Kidnapping. Major feels. 

72 Hours Earlier

Bucky was a hundred percent sure that he had seen the girl in front of him before. Maybe it wasn’t from face to face encounters, but he had in fact seen you. It started with the mission briefing he was given two days ago.

Pierce sat in front of him with that sly, devilish smile of his that made Bucky’s skin crawl. He opened the manilla folder in his hands and began reading everything about his mission, especially his target.

“The man you saw on the bridge earlier is a menace and needs to be terminated as soon as possible. Do you understand, soldier?” Bucky nodded silently. His eyes were focused on the picture in front of him, memorizing any necessary details. It was crucial for him, as he was expected to complete his missions without any unnecessary casualties.

“You see this woman, James?” Pierce pulled out another picture and held it in his face. It wasn’t a formal photograph by any means, it looked as if someone had snapped the picture of you as you walked about, doing your day to day things. The older man’s eyes watched Bucky’s closely, studying his face for any signs of reactions.

Bucky’s brows furrowed as he took in all of your features, especially your skin tone. You were quite beautiful, no doubt. Hydra had attempted numerous times to purge out any sort of unnecessary ways of thinking, especially the sense of attraction. Fortunately, as much as he was tortured, they failed to do just that he guesses.

“After you get rid of him, I want you do something…a bit unorthodox. A bit different from what you’ve done in the past.”

His eyes flickered between the picture and the man. Every time he asked him to do something “unorthodox” it usually meant something along the sadistic lines. The only time he was asked to do this was when he tortured a target. He didn’t enjoy that one bit. 

“I want you to find this girl, James,” he explained, peering down at him. 

“And I want you to impregnate her. By any means necessary.”

You shifted awkwardly as he studied your face. 

You felt like he was staring into your soul, into your very being and you felt so exposed. You were used to men staring at you sometimes, even if they were just giving you side glances, but the way this man was staring at you made you feel so hot in the face. 

“I think you must be mistaken, s-sir,” you stuttered. They must’ve really brainwashed him for him to believe something like that. You felt a pang of guiltiness as you thought about it. The poor man must have been abused in so many horrible ways for him to be having the delusions.

“But I-I’m only twenty two years old. Maybe you knew someone who looked like m-”

His eye twitched at your words and he ran a hand over his face in frustration. You immediately shut your mouth at his actions. He let out a growl before looking back at you. 

“I knew you,” he demanded. “I don’t know how, but I did. I saw you in my head after you cursed at me on the bridge.” 

Your eyes widened once again. You didn’t say it out loud, but he was probably having hallucinations. It was the only reasonable answer, but something struck you that he wasn’t the reasonable type. Not by a long shot. 

“Okay then…” you trailed off, looking around the room. You felt yourself shiver uncontrollably. It was freezing in the room, especially since the heat hadn’t been turned on yet and it was cold as ice outside by now. The sun had gone down all the way now and you were for sure that you were in the middle of nowhere. 

That’s when the sudden realization kicked in and you found yourself slowly starting to panic. You were trapped in here with this man, far away from the protection of Steve and the police. You didn’t see your purse anywhere in the room, meaning your phone was gone, along with your medication. 

Uh oh. 

You felt your chest begin to tighten, followed by the feeling of lightheadedness. Little black dots began to dance around your eyes, causing everything to blur. You mentally scolded yourself as you felt your breathing becoming uneven. You had struggled with anemia your entire life. Especially now, as an adult, you were having so many issues with battling it. Your doctor had prescribed you Iron pills which you were to take in cases like these, but of course, your pills were in your purse. 

Which was probably sitting in a random person’s possession right now. 

Bucky, noticing your state, leaned forward and placed the back of his hand onto your forehead. You weren’t running a fever, but you were reacting in a strange manner. He had no clue what was happening, he hoped you weren’t in any mortal trouble. 

“Y/N,” he spoke, his eyes wide as he watched you sway from side to side. You slumped over, but immediately, he caught you in his arms. Your head lolled onto his shoulder. 

He placed a hand onto your back, feeling along your clothed body until it was resting in a specific position. “Shit!” he muttered, before lying you on your back. He began untying your shoes, pulling the strings from the lace until they were loose enough for him to slide off of your feet. Once they were off, he reached froward and began unbuttoning your jeans. 

“N-No!” you gasped, causing him to jump and shift his gaze over to your horrified expression. “Get away!” you cried, pushing his hands away from your body. You tried to wiggle your legs in hopes of kicking him back, but in one move, he held your legs still with his metal arm.   

Bucky looked over at you, his face set in an extremely unhappy frown. “I’m not going to…” he trailed off, suddenly realizing why you were panicking. It wasn’t usual for him to feel guilt, but he felt it at that moment and it frightened him to no end. Who was this mysterious girl that caused him to react this way?

“You’re anemic,” he explained, although he was positive you already knew. “You need to get as much air as possible, along with any source of iron. You’re having an attack right now, which can last no more than thirty minutes without medical attention.” 

You were beyond shocked at his words. How did he know all these things? Anemia was a bit hard to spot unless you were a doctor. That meant, among the many things they taught him, they wired some medical training as well. 

You felt your chest tightening, sending you into a further panic. You hated feeling this way, the last attack you had was in fourth grade and it was borderline traumatizing. 

Bucky reached forward again, slower this time, and began unbuttoning your jeans slowly. You whimpered as he slowly tugged the material down your thighs, before discarding them to the side. He then made his way to the flannel you were wearing and began unbuttoning each of the little buttons and sliding the material off your body, leaving you in a small under tank top. 

He gently placed his hands on your side and rolled you over until you were lying on your side. You tried to inhale as much as possible, but without the medication, you knew you weren’t getting much rest tonight. 

Another shiver crept through your body, goosebumps forming along your body as the fall temperatures filled the room. You felt Bucky place the bed comforter onto your body, before standing once again. 

You had no idea what he was doing. You thought that maybe he was just going back to the table and occupy himself, but instead you felt the bed beside you dip from the weight of him. You felt your hands being pulled in front of you, causing you to open your eyes. 

“What are you doing?” you tugged your arms, trying to free yourself from his iron grip. He wrapped his flesh hand around your wrists as he placed one of your shoelaces around them and tied them into a knot. You winced, staring up at him in shock. 

“I’m making sure you don’t leave,” he said nonchalantly, his face void of all emotion. “I’m not finished with you yet.” 

You let out an angry sigh and yanked your wrists away with as much force as you could muster. “Well, I’m finished with your bullshit!” you spat. His eyes widened at your sudden courage. 

“I’ve been kidnapped, shot at, beaten and held captive against my will by you! The least you could do is treat me with some kind of decency! Why are you such a prick?” you couldn’t stop the string of insults that poured from your mouth no matter how hard you tried. You knew you messed up as soon as you saw his eye twitch. 

For some reason, he didn’t move. Or speak.

 He only stared at you, his eyes wide. 


“Why are you such a prick?” 

You picked up the nearest object closest to you and launched it at your boyfriend’s head. The small container of blush landed right in his face, shattering all over his suit. You turned around in search of something else to throw, but you felt yourself being spun around forcefully. 

“Y/N, I swear on my life, I wasn’t flirting with that girl!” Bucky exclaimed. He tried to touch your cheek, but you moved away quickly. 

“Really?” you spat, your eyes narrowed. “Then why was she all over you? Why didn’t you stop her?” 

You and he had just come back from your first date, which consisted of the two of you driving out of town to another city and going to a drive-in. You knew there would be some friction because of your skin color, but when you pulled into the driveway, people started staring shamelessly. No matter how much you begged Bucky, he refused to leave. 

And to make matters worse, when he left the car to get snacks, he was immediately stopped by some brunette who was shamelessly hanging on his arm. Instead of turning her down, you watched as he laughed at all her little jokes and even gave her a hug. 

You were pissed. 

“Is that what this is about?” he asked, his tone becoming significantly softer. You rolled your eyes and turned your back on him. He hated when you shut him out, especially since you two were together now. 

Bucky let out a small laugh, walking towards you with a dorky grin. You scoffed, eyeing him out the corner of your eye. Was he serious? Did he really think that little of your relationship?

“What is so funny?” you asked, glaring at him. 

Bucky bit back the grin that threatened to form on his face as he placed both of his hands on your shoulders. He bent down so that he was eye level with you and looked deep into your eyes. 

“Sugar,” he chuckled. “That girl was my sister, Rebecca.” 

Immediately, you felt so embarrassed. You covered your face with your hands and let out a groan. You tended to overreact at times, your mother always told you it would be the death of you. She was right. 

Bucky let out another laugh at your flushed face and pulled you into a hug. He rested his chin on top of your head as he held you close. 

“I’m so sorry!” You mumbled into his chest. 

“Don’t be, doll,” he replied, pulling away from you. He peered down at your smaller self and smiled down at you. He pried your hands away from your face, revealing you. 

“If it makes you feel any better,” he whispered, leaning his forehead against yours. 

“Rebecca really, really wants to meet you.” 

“Are you alright?” you asked, waving your hand in front of Bucky’s face. 

He inhaled sharply, blinking away the memory that burned into his brain. He was right, he knew you. Just like he knew Steve. But the real question was, how on earth did you get here? 

Were you frozen as well? That was highly unlikely, as he would’ve known about it at one point. It was highly illogical, but maybe -just maybe- you were immortal. But that didn’t explain your memory loss. How were you not remembering as well. 

“Bucky?” you found yourself saying. His eyes snapped back to you at the sound of his name leaving your lips for the first time. You looked the same, from the frown on your face, to the length of your hair. How was this possible? 

“You’re really starting to worry me-”

“Jane,” Bucky spoke, his voice full of emotion. You cocked your head to the side.

Your name was Jane and you loved to wear red lipstick.” 

Alexander Pierce knew many things in this world. 

He knew that President Kennedy would’ve shaped the century if he had lived, he would’ve created a revolution for mutants. He knew that aliens did exist, also that there was life among other galaxies. He knew every dirty little secret the United States had swept under the rug, far away from the public’s knowledge. 

But one thing he didn’t know, was how on earth Y/N Y/L/N was not only alive, but the same exact age as 1942. To his knowledge, you weren’t put in a cryo chamber, or even accidentally frozen with Rogers. You died of lung cancer, for fuck’s sake. How the hell did you manage to leapfrog through time as well as Rogers and Barnes? 

Looking back on your medical history, you had nothing out of the ordinary. You were anemic, allergic to strawberries, and suffered from mild headaches sometimes, but that was it. Hell, you hadn’t been to the doctor in a few years, that’s how good your health was. So what gives? 

That’s when he started flipping through your family history. Your family wasn’t anything special, archives went all the way to the late 1800′s before they stopped. Pierce rubbed his temples as he stared down at the many papers scattered before him. 

The mission he gave Barnes was simple, but now that he went rogue and completely went MIA, he wasn’t so sure if his decisions were adequate. If he succeeded, you would be with child in no time. 

In the past Hydra had failed to create another Winter Soldier with lab work. The serum only worked in every one in a million chance, which was far too risky for him. Instead, he figured, maybe Hydra wouldn’t have to create another soldier. Barnes could. 

Not just any woman could be chosen. It had to be you. It was odd that you had popped up just in time, but your DNA was somewhat abnormal than others. Pierce was absolutely sure of it, but you had no idea as of now. 

You were a mutant. 

You could reincarnate yourself at will. 

- FIN! ❤️   

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Clint's Daughter Part 2

Note: so you guys wanted Clint’s Daughter part 2! i was too excited to hold off on this. feedback is always welcome! part 3? let me know! .c

Part 1


You’ve been at the Tower for a few weeks now and you’ve absolutely loved it. You had joined Steve and Sam for their morning runs around 8am. You even spend time in Tony’s lab, watching him work on something you had no knowledge about.

Wanda and Natasha usually take you shopping, saying you needed a lot more than sundresses and band t-shirts to wear while you were here, however long that would be. Other than that, you three go get coffee and have movie nights together.

What you enjoyed most was your time with Bucky.

First, it started out by seeing him in the morning for breakfast after running with Sam and Steve. The men would head for the shower first thing, but you desperately needed food in your system aside from the green protein shakes Steve makes.

After seeing Bucky at breakfast, you’d hang around the tower for a bit, talking with Bucky about his past, good and bad. After three days of that, you and Bucky were basically joined at the hip. You were always together, only unless you were really busy with someone else on the team.

Your Dad took notice between you and Bucky, but never spoke about it. The team also took notice, but have said something about it. Steve was the first to say something to Bucky, which Bucky told you, and you discovered that Nat has walked in on you and Bucky heavily making out more times than you’d like to know.

You and Bucky have been sneaking around your dad lately, you knew he could be protective and you weren’t sure how he’d react if you told him you like Bucky. For the sake of him not having a heart attack, you’d keep the make out sessions to yourself. Bucky understood and he thought it was because of his past, but you assured him it was only because your dad was protective of you towards any guy.

You were just getting back from running and you sighed out, wiping your brow. Your clothes were slightly wet from sweating and you were more than ready for a shower. Nat had gotten you a running outfit, which you told her you didn’t need plenty of times, but she insisted.

It was just a pair of yoga shorts and a matching sports bra. You were nervous about wearing it, but it was actually pretty comfortable. You noticed Steve and Sam would fall behind during your run today and you found it hard to focus when you could hear them talking about your ass.

You walked into the kitchen, dancing to the music playing through your earphones. You shook your hips to the beat, slightly bobbing your head. You danced over to the refrigerator, opening it and grabbing a bottle of water. You gulped it down in record time and capped it when you were done.

You looked through the refrigerator for a little longer, seeing if there was anything you fancied to eat. As you were looking, you were bent down and shaking your ass to the beat. You hummed along to the lyrics and suddenly felt two hands rest on your hips. You let out a screech and turned around, only to be faced with Bucky.

He chuckled deeply and you slapped his chest, pulling out your earphones. “That’s not funny!” You scolded him, frowning. You shifted in your spot as your heart raced. Bucky laughed again and held onto your waist, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. You sighed, a smile tugging at your lips.

You looked up at Bucky, his blue eyes checking out your new outfit. “This is cute.” Bucky said lowly, his hands moving down to your ass, giving it a little squeeze. You giggled and moved his hands away. “I haven’t showered, don’t get so handsy.” You said, moving away from Bucky after shutting the refrigerator. Bucky whined and followed after you.

“So what? Come on, you won’t let me be affectionate around everyone. Just kiss me, Doll.” Bucky pleaded before you could leave the room. You sighed softly, feeling a little guilty for wanting to hide your growing relationship with him. You turned around and faced a rather cute and pouty Bucky.

“Fine.” You giggled, leaning up on your toes to kiss Bucky. He pulled you close, softly moaning into the kiss. You quickly pulled away, relaxing back down on your feet. Bucky gasped softly, whining. “What was that? Kiss me, Y/N, please?” Bucky said, grasping your hands.

You blushed and smiled, rolling your eyes. “Bucky, I need to shower.” You said, slowly backing away from Bucky. He only whined again, tightening his grip on your wrist. “Y/N, plea-” You quickly crashed into Bucky, pressing your lips to his. You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting him pick you up and set you on the island in the kitchen.

You sighed into the kiss, the cold marble causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. Bucky’s hands rest on the skin of your sides and you gently tugged your fingers through his hair. Your tongue met Bucky’s and you twirled them around each other, your lips gently sucking around Bucky’s tongue, something you knew he liked.

Bucky moaned deeply, quickly pulling his tongue away to capture your bottom lip between his teeth. Bucky carefully bit down on your lip, causing a small shiver to shoot through your body. You pulled away to gasp for air, only to feel Bucky’s lips moving across your cheek to your neck. You softly moaned, your legs pulling Bucky closer.

Bucky smirked against you and he playfully nipped at your skin. “Bucky, I need to go now.” You breathlessly said, your eyes closing at the feel of his tongue tracing along your collarbones. Bucky groaned, pulling your hips closer, your legs dangling by his thighs. “You’re gonna kiss me like that and leave?” Bucky questioned, his tone holding a hint of sadness.

You smiled and pushed Bucky away from you. “Bucky, seriously.” You said, laughing when he pulled away from you with another manly whine. Bucky looked down at you, raising his hand up to hold your cheek. “I don’t like being away from you.” Bucky said lowly, his eyes looking into yours. You felt your heart jump. “It’s so crazy. I didn’t plan on falling for you so quickly.” You said, laughing softly.

Your feelings for Bucky were strong and came as a surprise to you. You didn’t have the intention on finding love when you came back here. But every time you saw Bucky, you knew this was the best decision you’ve ever made.

Bucky kissed your nose, making you smile. “I’ve never felt this way before. You were just a little girl, you’ve grown so much. You’re honestly so amazing.” Bucky said, smiling down at you, his thumb softly caressing your cheek. You blushed and looked down at your lap. Bucky’s hand moved to lift your chin up and he placed his lips on yours again.

You kissed him back and felt him pull away just as quickly. “Okay, go shower. I’ll miss you.” Bucky said as he helped you down. You giggled and pecked his cheek before walking away. You heard a soft “damn” come from Bucky’s mouth as your hips moved. You turned to see him checking out your ass and you smirked.

You turned back around and bent over to untie your shoe, just to tie it again. Your ass was on full display to Bucky in your tight yoga shorts and you knew what it would do to him. Bucky growled and came up behind you, giving your ass a slap with his metal hand.

You moaned loudly and stood up straight, rubbing your cheek. “That was rough. I like it. Use it on me tonight?” You asked, looking at Bucky’s shocked expression. “Tonight?” He asked, his eyes wide.

You made a small “mhm” sound before skipping out of the room. You had the very intention on having sex with Bucky tonight and now he has all day to think about it. This would be torture for you, but it would be even worse for Bucky. Or so you thought.

After you showered and dried your hair, you pulled out another outfit Nat bought you. It was a simple low cut top with jeans. You thought your clothes were nice and you liked them, but Nat thought the sundresses were getting old.

With a shrug at your appearance in the mirror, you left to go find Bucky so you could work on your plan to drive the man absolutely nuts for you. This little game you were going to play could end badly or end in your favor.

You swung your door open and gasped when you saw Bucky standing there. You instantly blushed and he took in your outfit with a slight frown. “Hey,” you breathed, “what’s up?” You asked, moving aside so he could step inside your room.

You shut your door behind you and Bucky turned to face you. “Where’s your dress?” Bucky softly asked, his fingers pulling at your top. Your face heated up as his fingers outlined the low cut, slightly moving across your cleavage.

A nervous breath fell from your lips and Bucky smirked. “I’d just torture you even more.” You said, your voice wobbly. Though that was the point you were going to make anyways. Bucky nodded gently, his teeth pulling his bottom lip. “That’s true, but you look so innocent in dresses.” Bucky said, looking into yours eyes. You inhaled shakily, your thoughts running wild.

Bucky bent down to your ear and let his hands hold your waist. “Makes me think of the naughty things you’d let me do to you. Isn’t that right, Y/N?” He said with a low voice, causing your mouth to fall open and your panties to quickly become wet. You swallowed nervously and Bucky placed a kiss on your neck, a low chuckle sounding from his throat.

He pulled away and walked over to your closet, a devious smile on his lips. Your face felt hot and you knew he was using his words to turn you on and he was definitely succeeding. You smirked and stepped away from your door. Taking the hem of your top in your hands, you slid it off your body. You took your bra off next, tossing it over to Bucky.

The small action made him turn and his eyes widened as he looked at your exposed skin. Bucky licked his lips. “N-no, I’m trying to pick out a dress.” Bucky whispered, shaking his head as he turned back to your closet. You giggled as he cleared his throat and you knew you had gotten your small amount of payback.

You came up behind Bucky and let your arms wrap around his waist from behind. Bucky was slowly going through your dresses, humming as he would see a nice one he liked. You smiled and peeked around his body, seeing his hands grasp the material of a light blue sundress you had. You felt an intake of breath from Bucky’s abdomen. “I like this.” Bucky said in a low voice, only furthering your arousal.

His voice was definitely sexy and you loved to hear it; something he found out not too long ago. You hummed in response and let your hands travel down his waist, to his thighs and back up. Bucky breathed out heavily and you let your cheek rest against his muscular back. You moved your hands over to his crotch, feeling his hard cock in his pants. You gave it a light squeeze and Bucky groaned, his hands tightening around the material of the dress.

You giggled lowly, rubbing your palm over his cock once more. “Bucky, are you already turned on? Wow, you won’t be able to last until tonight, will you?” You asked in a teasing tone. Bucky took your dress off the hanger and turned towards you. His breathing was heavy and his face was a light red. “Y/N, I will take you right here, right now, if you keep doing that.” Bucky said, using his metal arm to lightly push you backwards.

You smirked up at him, licking your lips slowly as your feet carried you. “And what if I let you?” You shot back, watching Bucky’s eyes check you out. Bucky smirked and bit his lip. “No, no. I won’t give in that easily.” Bucky said, handing you your dress. You sighed softly and took it from him. You slipped off your jeans and Bucky watched you intently, his eyes staring at your panties.

You blushed a little and put on the sundress, hearing a gasp fall from Bucky’s lips as you straightened it out. “Fuck, you look so-” “Innocent?” You asked in the most innocent voice you could muster as you slowly bat your eyelashes. Bucky gasped again, his eyes meeting yours. “God.” Bucky growled, rubbing his lip with his thumb. You smiled and crossed your arms, pushing your breasts up so they’d be more perky.

With a heavy sigh, Bucky walked over to your door and you thought he was about to leave, but instead he locked the doorknob. He faced the door for a moment, completely still and silent. All you could hear was both of your breathing. “Bucky?” You asked a soft voice, unfolding your arms. Bucky turned to you and started to unbuckle his belt.

Your eyes fell to his hands and he slid the belt out of his belt loops, dropping it to your floor. You gasped and looked up at Bucky. “I can’t wait.” Bucky said, walking over to you as he unbuttoned his jeans, pulling down the zipper. Your face burned red and your heart started racing in your chest. “I want you.” Bucky said, closing the distance between you two.

Bucky picked you up and wrapped your arms and legs around him, making you whimper. His hands held onto your thighs under your dress, the mixture between hot and cold making you all the more turned on. You looked at Bucky’s lips and bit yours. “So, Sergeant wants to fuck me now?” You asked innocently, looking into Bucky’s eyes.

He heavily sighed, leaning his forehead against yours. “Doll, you’re fucking killing me.” Bucky rasped, sitting down on your feet and you waited for his next move. “Bend over. You’ve been a naughty girl, Doll.” Bucky said, grabbing your arm and leaning you over his thighs. You gasped and moaned, feeling Bucky’s metal hand rub up the back of your thighs.

You wiggled in your spot and Bucky lifted your dress over your ass, the cool air giving you goosebumps. “Bucky.” You whined, wanting him to get on with it. “Ah ah, what do you call me?” Bucky questioned, his metal hand caressing your ass. You whimpered, digging your hands into his legs. “Sergeant.” You said quietly.

Bucky groaned deeply, his metal hand lifting up only to come down on your ass with a sharp slap. You squealed out, crossing your ankles. “Fu-uuck.” You moaned as your ass cheeks started to sting from the harsh contact. Bucky chuckled and rubbed the area he slapped. “Good Doll.” Bucky praised you, raising his hand again.

You took deep breaths after every slap Bucky gave you to your ass. Bucky was enjoying this just as much as you and you could feel your panties soaking. Bucky’s metal finger rubbed up and down your slit through your panties. “Mm, I want to taste you.” Bucky whispered, using his finger to move your panties to the side. “So pretty.” Bucky said, leaning down to swipe his tongue across your wet pussy.

Your eyes fluttered shut and you moaned, arching your back, your ribs poking against Bucky’s thighs. “I need you.” You whined, feeling  Bucky’s metal hand squeezing your ass. He moaned before helping you to your feet. The pain in your ass caused you to wobble and Bucky held you by your waist, keeping you steady.

Bucky looked into your eyes and you blushed, letting him sit you in his spot on the bed. Bucky got down on his knees in front of you and gripped your ankles. “What do you want, Doll?” Bucky asked, kissing your knee, his eyes on yours. Bucky’s hair framed his face and you let your hand rake through it. “I want your tongue, Sergeant.” You said quietly, seeing Bucky smirk.

Bucky spread your legs and brought your feet up to rest on the edge of the bed. You leaned back, supporting yourself on your hands. Bucky kissed along your inner thigh, his hand moving aside your panties. He looked at your pussy and you tried to close your legs, but Bucky stopped you. “I could die at how pretty it is, don’t hide it from me.” Bucky said lowly, leaning in to press a kiss to your pussy.

You gasped softly, watching Bucky’s tongue dart out to lick along your slit again. He used his flesh fingers to spread your lips open and he sucked on your clit. You moaned, gripping onto his hair. “O-oh my god.” You whimpered as Bucky started to feverishly make out with your pussy. Bucky’s tongue was wet and thick, flicking back and forth against your clit.

Your head was spinning and you moaned out rather loudly when you felt Bucky insert a metal finger into your pussy. Your orgasm was fast approaching and Bucky instantly pulled away with a wet pop and a smirk. “I want you to cum around me.” Bucky rasped, slipping off his jeans and his boxers.

Bucky ripped his shirt off and you smirked at how extra he was being. His muscles were to die for and you bit your lip as your eyes fell to his thick cock. He was leaking a little and you could tell he needed to release quick. You sat up to take off your dress but Bucky grabbed your hands. “Hell no. That’s staying on.” Bucky said, his eyebrows raised. You smiled as Bucky hovered above you.

You felt Bucky’s cock press against your opening and you rolled your hips, whining softly. “Sergeant, please.” You begged, your eyes meeting Bucky’s. He smirked and lifted your dress more, resting his metal hand on your lower abdomen. Bucky started to slide his tip inside of your pussy and you gasped, looking down to watch. Bucky growled and pushed his hips further, his thick cock slowly entering you.

A loud and rather long moan fell from your lips as Bucky finally filled you up. “Oh fuck, you’re so tight.” Bucky choked, his chest heaving up and down. You moaned again, wrapping your legs around his waist. Bucky started to move in and out of you, your breasts slightly bouncing in your sundress.

Bucky gasped as he rolled his hips into you, going all the way in and sitting there for a moment. “I’m so deep.” He groaned, feeling himself under his palm on your lower abdomen. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head for a split second as he pressed down. “Fuck!” You squealed as Bucky started to speed up.

Bucky slammed into you hard and fast, hitting your g-spot with every thrust. His metal hand came up to your dress collar, pulling it down so your breasts came out. “Holy fuck, you’re so gorgeous.” Bucky moaned, leaning down to capture one of your breasts in his mouth. You moaned, tugging on his hair, feeling his teeth gently graze against your hard nipple.

You leaned in to kiss Bucky’s neck, sinking your teeth into his skin. He groaned and you licked a stripe up to his ear. “You’re so thick, Sergeant. My pussy loves it so much.” You whimpered into his ear, causing Bucky’s hips to jerk. You smirked and Bucky growled, his metal hand squeezing your waist. “You’re gonna make me cum.” Bucky groaned out, his thighs slapping against yours.

You felt Bucky’s thrusts become even faster and you couldn’t hold back anymore. Bucky yelled out a string of curse words as he felt you clench around him. “Doll, you’re close.” He growled, moving his metal hand to your throat. You gasped and held onto his wrist, looking up at his face. It was contorted with pleasure and your eyebrows creased together. “Bucky, I’m-” He nodded quickly. “M-me too.” He choked on a moan, his cock twitching inside of you.

You gasped as you felt him hit your g-spot again and you practically screamed his name, your back arching off the bed as you started to cum around Bucky’s cock. He yelled out, his voice clouding your mind as his hand tightened around your throat. “Y/N! Fuck, yes! Such a good Doll.” Bucky moaned, his hips slamming into yours desperately as he shot his load into you.

A weak moan escaped your lips and Bucky’s thrusts slowed, his sweaty forehead leaning against yours. Bucky’s hands moved to your waist and he slipped out, breathing heavily. You sighed out, a smile forming on your lips. “That was so great.” You said, catching your breath. Bucky hummed in response and pulled you into his body.

Bucky kissed your lips and you smiled, resting your hand on his cheek. “Think we were loud enough?” You asked with a giggle. Bucky laughed along with you and kissed you again. “If nobody knew about us, they definitely do now.” Bucky said, causing you to gasp. You quickly sat up, your eyes wide. Bucky sat up with you, looking at you with worry. “What?” He asked quietly.

“My dad.”

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Steamy Showers / Clay Jensen smut imagine

Steamy Showers

Clay Jensen x reader

Request: clay jensen smut where you’ve been teasing him all day at school w little touches and whispers that when you two are home later he can’t take it anymore.

A/N: First smut I’ve ever written so I hope it’s good! Decided to change locations a little bit, but it’s still the same idea J. Thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoy! (Oops, this got longer than expected… oh well.)

Warnings: smut, swearing

Word count: 1410

It was a few weeks after you and Clay had your first time together. It went pretty well but it had hurt a little for you. Clay felt so bad about hurting you that you hadn’t had sex again. But you were determined to change that. You had longed for Clay to have sex with you again, but you were too afraid to initiate it or ask for it.

Today was your weekly jog session together and you picked out a sexy sports outfit; short pink shorts, a pink sports bra and a see-through white top. You had it hanging in your closet for some time and you were too shy to actually wear it. But desperate times call for desperate measures.

You heard the doorbell ring and knew it was Clay. You quickly put your hair into a messy bun and ran downstairs to open the door.

“Hey, babe, ready to go?” Clay asked as he was checking his watch. He lifted his head to look at you and his mouth fell open a bit.

“I’m ready,” you smiled happily and closed the door behind you. “Shall we?”

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anonymous asked:

but harry would be the CUTEST when you are sleepi

GOD he would be. If you were really really tired then he the loveliest. Letting you fall asleep on his shoulder when you’re eyes just can’t stay open in the back seat of the car. Little kisses to the top of your head and whispers into your ear of ‘love you pet’ and ‘you don’t need to stay awake love’. And once you arrive home or at your hotel, he would take one look at your sleeping face - adorned with not a disturbance in the world - and wouldn’t hesitate to pick you up himself and carry you into bed (so long as there weren’t any paps. then he would coax you awake with a couple kisses to the forehead and let you stumble inside with him).

maybe you had just gotten off a long flight. he’s used to jet lag (you’d mumble that at him as you first get into the hotel room and he would set you on the couch for a moment. “I think you must just be so sleep deprived that you’ve learnt to live on an hour or two”). he’d be the absolute cutest untying your shoes for you and peeling of your socks and pants. he’d smile at the innocent choice of patterned underwear you might have been wearing but even more so at your closed eyes face, peaceful and at bliss. he’d wish you could stay so happy forever as he tried to get you to wake up from your sleepy daze so he could get one of his shirts on you to sleep in.

and once you are finally settled in bed, he’d return to the bedroom to find you curled up underneath the blankets, cheek smooshed on the pillow and a little crease between your brows. it would take him a second. a second for him to just look at you and realise that you are all HIS. that a creature so beautiful and intelligent and complex and kind was there in front of him, and loved him.

he’d look at you again for a second when he got into bed. trace the side of your face with his finger tips and brush a strand of hair out of your eyes. you were his. he’d want to stare at you all night and just appreciate you. but when he set his head down, his eyes would droop and his body would feel heavy and he’d fall asleep to the feeling of your skin on his and your warm presence next to him. he doesn’t think he ever feels more at home.


Yoongi X Reader


Word Count - 3516

Request -

where you trip over some boxes/files that were left on the floor by Yoongi (your crush and a long-ish time friend) and spill coffee you had on your new shirt. he wants to by you dinner as an apology and things take off when he wants to drive you home ^^

A/N -


Originally posted by ohbaibeeitsyou

Your arms were engulfed with coffee cups and folders as you rushed to your desk. You were already 5 minutes late, and you knew your boss wouldn’t be happy.

Fuck you hated your job.

You saw people exchange glances as you sat on the small table, slamming the folders down carelessly. You were in no mood to return fake smiles today.
“Now that’s not the right attitude to come into work with.” The, deep, tense voice that made your smile turn into a frown every time your ears recognised it. You turned to look behind you, to see him. His jet black hair seemed glossy, a smug smirk placed on his lips as he looked down at you. You turned back to your computer screen.

“Sorry, Mr. Min..” You mumbled, typing impatiently as you tried to ignore your bosses presence.

“No need to apologise, Y/N, but you need to understand, that in this company, we all have a positive attitude.” He whispered from behind you, his lips inches away from your ear.

You couldn’t help but snort at his remark. Was he that stupid to not realise that not fucking everyone was as happy and cheery as him? Yoongi raised an eyebrow at the unusual sound that escaped you.

“Yes.” You nodded, breaking the awkward silence that was taking place between the two of you.

“Okay, good.” Yoongi nodded, his hand squeezed your shoulder. The warmth against your clothed skin made you feel slightly uncomfortable at his unnecessary touch.

“Please don’t touch me.” You asked, your voice blank as you tried to stare at the computer screen. Failing in the process. Your eyes travelled to his large hand, veins bulging as he gripped your shoulder.

Although you had no possible intimate feelings towards your boss. You had to admit that he was a handsome man, and that if you were to have a ‘crush’ on this man, you would gladly fall at his feet.

“You must have taken my sign of reassurance out of context, I apologise Y/N” Yoongi chuckled, his hand falling by his side again, a smirk playing at his rosy pink lips.

“Well I apologise for taking it out of context, Mr. Min.” You smiled, turning around so you were facing him once again.

“Please, call me Yoongi” Yoongi smiled down at you, his hands now placed behind his back. He was indeed a formal man, who was enthusiastic enough to keep his workers irritated and tired 24/7.

“Okay, Yoongi, now please can I get back to my work?” You asked, annoyed at his lingering presence.

Usually people would scurry away from your boss, trying their best to ‘behave’ in a formal manner. To look good in front of him. To be like him.

But you decided to turn the other way, being honest and rude to him as much as you could. You couldn’t help it. He just seemed to dehumanise everything in his way, and you weren’t going to let the impact he had on other people, affect you.

“Of course” He nodded at you, patting your shoulder once more before turning his back to you and walking to his office.

“Oh fuck this” You breathed out, your eyes glancing at your watch.

You were going to be late, again.

You sipped your at your coffee, hissing as you swallowed the scorching hot liquid, you took no notice of your untied shoes, and before you knew it, you were tripping over your own feet, the hot beverage spilling carelessly over your hand.

You cussed, trying you hardest to focus on the way you were going.

You yelped, crashing against a soft chest. The large hands found their way to your hips as everything you had once carried was now on the ground. You cussed as you felt a sting against your chest, a painful, burning sensation that had settled there.

“Woah, hey, those boxes shouldn’t have been there” A deep, soft chuckle broke the awkward silence.

“Shit.” You muttered, wincing as you started to realise that your face and body was pressed up against Min Yoongi’s, you slowly pulled your face away from his chest, to look up at him, flustered and embarrassed at the position you were both in.

His eyes studied your shy, guilt ridden face before travelling down to your chest, where the coffee had made your sheer red blouse expose your black, lace bra. Your breasts looked so plump and round in the wet shirt, that it was merely impossible for him to not think about dirty things.

“Y-you look like you’re in pain.” Yoongi stuttered, grabbing your wrists and pulling you out of the way of the boxes and anything that could possibly cause another commotion.

“Yoongi, I am fine.” You reassured him, trying to pull away from his firm grasp.

You could see the lust in his eyes, you could smell his desire. He wanted you so badly, seeing you, there, with your breasts practically exposed as your teeth overlapped your bottom lip in a why that turned Yoongi on.

You turned him on.

Yoongi thought for a moment, before releasing his grip from your wrists, a smile playing on his lips. “I should have looked where I was going, I was actually looking to see where you were-” He started, running a thumb across your heated cheeks.

God dammit why was he always following you.

“You know, to see if you had those files I needed for the meeting later this evening.” He smiled, shaking his head as he thought about your shocked expression when you had collided with Yoongis chest. He felt comforted by you, the weight between you two had been such a stimulating experience, even if it only lasted a minute or two.

You cussed under your breath. Yoongi had specifically told you to bring those files today. The meeting he was going to was practically his promotion on the line.

And you had let him down, once again.

“Shit, I’ll go home straight away and get them, I am so sorry, I was in such a rush this morning and-”

“How about we go out for lunch, and then I can overlook the papers with you, so were both confident about the level of work?” Yoongi asked, grinning.

“I mean, I guess so. But I have to change, I can’t go anywhere looking like this.”

“In my eyes, you look gorgeous-”

“Watch it, Yoongi.”

But if you are worried about your appearance, I would happily drive you to your home so you can change.”

You hesitated, but nodded, turning around, grabbing the folders you had brought with you to work and threw them on your desk. You were coming back later anyway.

On the car drive home all Yoongi could look and think about was you and your body. The way the seatbelt wrapped around your curvy body made your breasts pop out made him grow, but Yoongi was a man who could control himself in these types of situations.

“Turn right” You told your boss, your voice hoarse and shaky.

You were nervous to say the least.. You had never really interacted with Yoongi out of work, so this was a first for you.

“Just park there, my car got towed a couple days ago so theres a free spot.” you mumble, pointing at the empty space.

You stepped out of the car, hissing as the cold air hit you. Rushing to the door, you unlocked it, motioning him to come inside quickly, it was cold, and your apartment was warm, cold usually overtakes heat at a rapid pace. And you liked being warm.

Without argument Yoongi rushed inside, looking around the room. It seemed cozy, a suitable size for someone who lived alone. He couldn’t complain.

“I’ll be 5 minutes, make yourself at home.” You muttered, strolling to your bedroom, grasping clothes from your wardrobe as if it was a race.

You slipped out of your clothes and placed on a white button up shirt and black jeans slipping on grey converse. You weren’t going to make yourself look sophisticated, you were too tired.

Yoongi looked around your apartement, his long slender fingers trailing across old novels that had been shoved into the oak wooden bookcase, to never be used again.

Without thinking he had walked right into your room. You were facing away from the door. But he saw you. In all your glory.

Your black, lace underwear hooked onto your hips, your ass lightly bouncing as you hummed softly to yourself. He looked at the mirror tactically, to get a better view of those beautiful breasts.

Fuck he shouldn’t be doing this.

He forcefully pulled himself away from the door, walking quietly back to the living room, Yoongi slumped onto the sofa. taking a deep breath, he inhaled your sweet, musky scent. The house smelt just like you, like it was embedded with roses and pine.

“I’m sorry for taking more than five minutes” You chuckled, standing infront of him sheepishly.

He smirked, standing up before gesturing you towards the door. You nodded, grabbing the files that were intended to go with you this morning.

Yoongi had told you that you were going for lunch. Not to the fanciest restaurant in town.

“I’ll just have the steak, tender, with fries.” Yoongi nodded at the waiter, passing his menu to him.

“Can I just have the pasta?” You asked shyly, passing him the menu too, thanking him as he walked away.

“You don’t need to be so shy..” Yoongi laughed, clapping his hands together as he stared down at the files.

“Ah, yes” You placed the papers on the table and started to go through them with him, pointing out your mistakes and what you thought could be improved.

He loved the way you spoke. You talked too fast, and that made him smile. And whenever you asked what was so funny, he would just shake his head and waver his hand for you to carry on with the conversation.

The way your fingers fumbled with your bracelet whenever you admitted to a mis-correction in the work. It made him smile. The way your cheeks puffed out as you started to get more tipsy. It made him smile.

Everything you did, made him smile.


You made him smile.

You both staggered out of the restaurant, giggles and chuckles muffled by the wind. Yoongi waved his hand out for a taxi. Once one had accepted the request, you both slid into the back.

“Fuck.” He hissed, shaking his head.

“I must have left my phone at yours.” He sighed, apologising for the inconvenience.

“Its okay, just come and get it” you shrugged, resting your head against the window. It felt cold against your heated skin.

You gave directions to the taxi driver, sitting quietly.

Yoongi glanced at you, he bit his lip. You looked so fucking hot. Your hair was stuck to your face from the heat inside of the restaurant, he bit his lip, looking away.

You gestured for him to come back inside of you apartment, throwing your coat onto the dining room chair carelessly. You turned to face him. You had to admit, within the past few hours, you had started to feel squirmish. There was no lying that you were drunk. But even when you were sober, you felt too comfortable with him.

How about you tease him?

Everyone teases, it cant be that bad, right?

You decided to go with the choice that could possibly make you lose your job. You looked at him, his black hair was messy from the heat and rain, his face was shiny from the humidity in the restaurant, he looked so inviting.

“Yoongi..” You smiled kindly, your voice seemed to had become higher within seconds of making your decision.

“Yes?” He looked at you, his brown eyes locking with yours, He was intimidating, even when you were drunk, you could still see the danger in those orbs.

“Its getting pretty late, I mean, you could bunk here for the night?” You stammered, your voice laced with alchohol.

“Are you sure? I mean I could just take a cab home.” He suggested, biting his lip as he smiled.

“I’m sure.” You gave a laugh, walking to the kitchen before grabbing a bottle of wine, “Wine?” You asked, stumbling slightly as you grabbed a wine glass, waiting for an answer.

“Of course.” Yoongi chuckled as he watched you from the sofa, smirking at your drunken state.

You poured the liquid, spilling some of it on the white kitchen top, causing a pool of red booze to form around the half filled glasses. Picking them up you brought them to the oak coffee table, leaving the spillage in the kitchen to miraculously clean itself.

It had been a couple of hours or so since Yoongi and you had stumbled into your apartment ‘under the influence’, and you both had started to sober up.

But that didn’t stop you two from flirting with each other.

During the hours the two of you had spent together, you had started to tease, subtly, unbuttoning the buttons on your shirt leisurely, until the crease of your breasts was exposed. You could see him starting to stare at your chest more and more throughout conversations, his eyes laced with lust and desire.

“Don’t do that.” You smirked, raising your eyebrow accusingly at the young man.

“Hm?” He snapped his head back up to your face, shaking away his devilish thoughts.

“Look at my chest while we’re talking about smoking in offices.” You chuckled, biting your lip purposefully

“That’s not the only thing that’s smoking tonight..” Yoongi gave a growl, his hand creeping up to your thigh.

“And what would that ‘thing’ be?” You breathed out, leaning in closer to him, you could feel his hot breath radiating off your nose.

“You.” He whispered, pressing his lips against yours, he pushed you back, his lips still connected. Your head hit the arm of the sofa softly. Yoongi laughed, his hand lay at the side of your head as he hovered over you, licking his lips in anticipation.

“Then cool me down…” You whispered back, cupping his face with your hands.

He winked at you, nodding slowly as his head started to lower, leaving a trail of colourful marks all the way down to your stomach. You gave moans of delight as the sweet touches sent shivers to your core.

His hands fumbled with your shirt, unbuttoning the last few buttons that were closed. they travelled to your jeans, he paused and looked up at you, “Do ever wear anything else?” He teased, sliding them off with no trouble.

You rolled your eyes at his sarcasm, your hands grasping his hair as he kissed your pelvis, his lips travelled down to your thighs. You blushed as he lay on his stomach, opening your legs and pushing the black lace material that covered your slick folds to the side. He observed the pink, juicy flesh, humming to himself.

“So vibrant Y/N..” He chuckled, spreading your lips with his fingers, your breath hitched as he did so. The two digits brushing against your clit, “Oh did that feel nice?” He raised an eyebrow, repeating the action.

You released a short moan, your hands gripping the sides of the sofa. He chuckled, his tongue licking a long stripe up your folds. You groaned, involuntarily spreading your legs wider.

“That feels good..” You whispered, biting your lip.

He mumbled against you, the vibrations making you arch your back. he released his lips from your heat, admiring your lower half for a couple of seconds before delving back in. You whined as he pushed his middle finger inside of you, the long digit sliding in and out of you, your juices shined on his finger.

His lips found their way back onto your core, engulfing the soft pink flesh that lay before him. A chorus of moans escaped you as he flicked his tongue into your delicious pink heat.

You were starting to feel lightheaded, and the tight coil that was once wrapped securely inside of you had began breaking and before you knew it, it snapped. You were practically drowning in pleasure, tingles travelling through all parts of your body at once. You exhaled, the hazy feeling of the aftermath of your orgasm coming to you all at once.

Looking down, you caught a glimpse of yoongi, his eyes looking up at you, his hands wrapped around your thighs and his lips, shining with your juices.

“Oh Yoongi…” You groaned as his licked his lips, the sound of his belt unbuckling making you sit up automatically. He looked at you, licking his lips hungrily. You smirked, grabbing his collar and pulling him towards you, your face inches away from Yoongi’s.

Your hands grasped at the material that covered his lower half, pulling them down eagerly. His cock proudly made a tent in his boxers. You licked your lips in anticipation, your fingers hooking under the cotton fabric, dragging them slowly down his toned legs, your nails scraping delicately against his warm pale skin.

The fabric pooled at his ankles, along with his pants. Your fingers started to trail back up his legs, you laid eyes on his sex, it had arose even more, his shaft an angry red. it was noticeable that he hadn’t had much action for a while
His head tilted back as you wrapped your hand around his member, slowly pumping him, a chorus of groans escaped him as your hand moved faster and gripped tighter by the second, along with that your confidence grew stronger as you cupped his balls, your mouth watered as you stared at the image infront of you, Yoongi, his cock being pumped by your small hand, his adams apple bobbing as he moaned, his toned arms and legs flexing as he tensed up. You knew he was close to his climax already.

Your tongue swirled around his tip, making him grasp your hair, tugging at it desperately, “Oh baby.” He groaned, looking down at you, you looked so fucking hot with your pretty little mouth wrapped around his hard cock, it was a sight to remember.

You tried your best to take him all, but you started to gag, your eyes watering, instead you used you wrapped your hand once more around the length you couldn’t take. You started to move your head and hand at the same pace, your lips dark and wet with saliva, hollowing your cheeks intensely.

Yoongi releases a groan, he was so close to spilling his see, the overstimulation that you were causing him made him wince. He growled, before pulling you away from his member, you were so focused on sucking him off you gasped in shock as you were turned around and bent over, his hand made contact with your ass, the slight sting making you moan with pleasure, you were still soaked from before, he pulled your panties down, you couldn’t see him but you could hear him sucking on his finger, the loud ‘pop’ indicating that his mouth wasn’t the only thing that his finger was going into.

The digit slipped inside of you easily, sliding it in and out the pleasure that waved through you as he slipped another finger in, stretching you out. His fingers leaving you and replacing themselves with his cock, he teased you slightly, lingering around you entrance, pressing against your lips until he slipped inside of you.

The feeling was unimaginable, Yoongi didn’t know it was going to be like this. Warm and wet. And good. So good, to be surrounded by slick and heat, the tightness of you putting the right amount of pressure on his dick to make him thrust into you like there was no tomorrow. You groaned and moaned, your fingers digging into the carpet as he quickened his pace, slapping your backside after every few thrusts.

He grunted, low growls releasing from the back of his throat as the sound of your body viciously smacking against his rang in his ears. Your vision darkened as you reached your peak, ripples of pleasure wavering through you effortlessly. Your juices dripped down your thighs.

Yoongi was nearing to his high, one final thrust and he started to feel dazed, his breaths getting heavier as he came, the hot white seed shooting out of him, and into you, he pulled out a white string of his cum was the only thing attaching you two.

The white liquid trickled down your thighs, mixing with your juices. He stood up straight, rushing to the bathroom. You stays there on all fours, unsure on what to do.

He came rushing back a towel in his hand, cleaning you up he tusked at the red marks he had made on your ass cheeks, he smoothed them out, cooling the stinging marks. “oh shit’.” he mumbled about the imprint he had left, you laughed shaking it off.

“Its fine, I enjoyed it.”

“Did you?” he raised an eyebrow, throwing the towel behind him, you turned over, laying down on the carpet, exhausted.

“I did.”

150 random questions tag

1.) What’s better, having high expectations or having low expectations?

2.) Would you rather go without junk food for a year or go without TV for a year?

3.) Describe your perfect man/woman.

4.) Thoughts on school dress codes? 

5.)Any strange phobias?

6.) At what job do you see Donald Trump best fit?

7.) Who was your first crush?

8.) Who was your first best friend?

9.)What is one weird thing about you?

10.) Top 5 TV shows you like to watch?

11.) What are your favorite boys names?

12.) What are your favorite girls names?

13.) Do you have any tattoos? If so, what are they? 

14.) Do you plan on getting (more) tattoos? If so, what do you want to get as of the moment? 

15.) Do you have any piercings? Do you plan on getting more?

16.) Do you like hugging people?

17.) Think of ANY person on earth right now.  Who did you think of?

18.) Do you have an iPhone? 

19.) What is the worst thing that could happen in your life right now? 

20.) Do you watch anime?

21.) What brings true happiness? 

22.) What is the most expensive thing you’ve ever paid for?

23.) If you could have any job in the world and get paid millions of dollars a year for it, what would you be and why?

24.) Do you want children? If so, how many? 

25.) Name and describe someone who you feel most comfortable around.

26.)If you could invent a holiday, what would it be?

27.)Would you rather have summer weather or winter weather all year round?

28.) If you could make an alien race, describe what they would look like.

29.)  What was the first thing you learned to cook? 

30.) Describe your sense of humor.

31.) What is the key to happiness?

32.) How many phone numbers do you have committed to memory? Whose numbers are they? 

33.) Name three songs that make you want to dance.

34.) What job did you want to have as a child? 

35.) Do you have any talents or skills?

36.) What was the worst punishment you’ve ever had?

37.) Did you ever do anything weird as a child?

38.) What is your dream car?

39.)  Describe something that made you laugh this week.

40.) Did you have a dream last night? If so, describe it.

41.)  Do you ever have repetitive dreams? Describe it/them.

42.) Describe the worst/ scariest dream you’ve ever had.

43.) Describe the best dream you’ve ever had.

44.) If God himself gave you a choice of either having unlimited money for the rest of your life or finding your one true love starting tomorrow, which one would you choose (keep in mind, you are still able to make a ton of money if you choose love, and you are still able to meet your soul mate if you choose money)?

45.) If you could do anything (and I mean ANYTHING) right now without consequences, what would you do and why?

46.) Do you have any recipes that you know off the top of your head? What is it/ what are they?

47.) Do you have your license? If so, do you have a car?

48.) Have you ever had a near death experience?

49.) Do you personally know anyone that has been to prison? 

50.) Have you ever been in a physical fight?

51.) When you get out of the shower, do you towel dry, blow dry, or air dry your hair?

52.) When you go to the movies, what snacks and drinks do you take with you?

53.) Do you like going to the beach? If so, do you like to stay dry or go in the water? If not, why?

54.) Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?

55.) If you could have a superpower ASIDE from being invisible or being able to fly, what would you have?

56.) If you were able to live for however long you wanted to (i’m talking thousands of years without aging), when would you choose to die?

57.) What do you think happens after you die?

58.) Do you believe in aliens?

59.) Do you believe in ghosts?

60.) Do you believe in spiritual things like ouija boards, tarot cards, and crystals? Do you believe they are portals for evil entities to enter the mortal world? 

61.) If you could make one mythical being real, who/what would you make?

62.) Do you get tan, or do you burn?

63.) Describe your shower routine.

64.) Do you enjoy school? Why or why not? 

65.) In your opinion, what is the worst way to die?

66.) Do you get carsick, sea sick, or airplane sickness? 

67.) What’s one memory that you wish you could live again and again?

68.) What were some of your stuffed animal’s names from when you were a kid? 

69.)Do you have any pets?

70.) Describe your daily wardrobe.

71.)  Describe what your daily wardrobe would be if you were rich.

72.)  Create a character right now.  Give them a name, age, and character description.

73.)What was the last thing you bought?

74.) Have you ever bought a CD? What band was it for?

75.) Describe your perfect ice cream sundae.

76.) If you could make ANYTHING happen right now with no cost, trouble, or obstacles, what would you do? 

77.) What are some of your favorite physical activities to do?

78.) What were some of your favorite shows as a child?

79.) Describe how you would survive the zombie apocalypse. 

80.)What are some things you shouldn’t say at work?

81.) If you were told that if you killed someone, you would save 100 people, would you do it?

82.) How’s the weather right now?

83.) What is the background on your cell phone right now?

84.)Is it better to work at a job that you love or a job that pays well?

85.) What do you have within arms reach of your bed?

86.) Have you ever been fired from a job? If so, why?

87.) Have you ever won a trophy, prize, or medal? If so, for what?

88.) Do you have any posters, pictures, or art hanging on your walls in your room? If so, what are they?

89.) Are you afraid of the dark? If so, why?

90.)What is something that you’ve never done but would like to try?

91.) If you could choose three famous people or characters to be friends with, who would you choose and why?

92.) Do you smile at strangers when you pass by them on the street?

93.) Do you have a favorite TV commercial? If so, what is it?

94.) Do you like your handwriting? 

95.) Cable TV or Netflix?

96.) What are your favorite smells?

97.) Do you consider yourself physically strong? 

98.) Describe a time where you said something really rude or mean, whether intentional or not.

99.) Do you ask strangers to pet their dogs?

100.)What is your most embarrassing moment?

101.) Has anyone really close to you ever died? If so, who was it and how did you handle it?

102.)  Describe your plan of action if you were home alone and you heard someone break into your house.

103.) If you were to be born again, would you want to be born male or female?

104.)  What shampoo do you use?

105.) Guess the meaning of this word: ulotrichous. 

106.) Do you let messages (phone, email, text, social media, etc…) build up, or do you have to look at them right away?

107.)  Where is the nearest McDonalds to your house?

108.)  If you had $1 billion and you had to spend it in exactly one week, what would you spend it on? 

109.) What is the best thing you’ve ever eaten?

110.) If you could go on a trip around the world with up to three people, who would you bring (they can be people you know personally or famous people).

111.) What expletive/ explicit phrase do you say most often?

112.) What is your personal definition of success?

113.) How was your day today?

114.) What is the closest Big City you live by?

115.) Have you ever been in a car accident?

116.) Do you hide anything from your parents?

117.) If you could possess one talent, what would you be able to do?

118.) Ugly and smart or beautiful and stupid?

119.) What is the worst thing you’ve ever seen in real life?

120.) Use only 3 words to describe how you want your future to go.

121.) QUICK! give me a few things a brick could be useful for

122.) If you could make a dream society, describe it in great detail where it would be, who would be in it, and what rules there would be?

123.) If you could make any animal miniature, what would you make and why?

124.) What are your favorite candle scents?

125.) If you HAD to have one plastic surgery, what would you get and why?

126.) Do you prefer to hang out with the same sex or the opposite sex?

127.) If you could make a charity, what would the profits go towards? How would you raise money for it?

128.) Describe the body you wish you had.

129.) If you were a famous director, what would your next movie be about? Describe the plot, characters, and possible title. 

130.) If only women were to rule the world, how different would the world be by 2050? 

131.) What is your favorite alcoholic drink? 

132.) Do you have a problematic friend?

133.) Are you more spontaneous or more of a planner?

134.) If you could change your full name, what would your name be?

135.) What is one song that describes your life?

136.) What is one show you’ve been meaning to watch but can never find the time for?

137.) Do you find it easy to drop toxic people from your life that you’ve known for a long time?

138.) Do you like children? Why or why not?

139.) What is your zodiac sign?

140.) Do you like to dance? Do you dance often? In front of other people?

141.) Name some of your favorite colors.

142.) Have you ever shoplifted? If so, what was it? 

143.) If you could speak three additional languages, what would they be? 

144.) Have you ever been in legal trouble? 

145.) Have you ever had surgery?

146.) If you could change 2 things about yourself, what would you change and why?

147.) What do you want done with your body after you die?

148.) What three physical features do people compliment you most on? What do they say about them?

149.) If you could have your own business, what would you do?

150.) What current friend do you have that you’ve known the longest? 

Hercules: Whoa! Laf your shoes are untied here let me do that for you.

Lafayette: Oh monsieur Mulligan you don’t need to do that for me!

Hercules: *starts tying Lafayette’s shoe* No, I insist besides I don’t want you to start falling for someone else.

Lafayette: *blushes*

anonymous asked:

Since you said Niall would be mlt do camping sex can we get a blurb???

It had been two days since Niall ran into the house screaming your name at the top of his lungs.  He’d rented a truck.  That’s all he kept repeating as he told you to get packed.  The excitement on his face was contagious even if you didn’t know what the hell he had up his sleeve.

And now, sitting in the freezing cold, your hair dirty, your fingernails full of grime, your legs starting to grow back the hair you’d shaved off at an alarming rate…you wished you’d asked questions or at least looked outside to see what kind of truck he’d been talking about.

It was a pickup truck, the bed filled to the brim with camping equipment.  It was fourth of July weekend in Los Angeles.  It was hot and sweaty and Niall wanted to head out of the city and do some camping.

But you hated camping.  Since you were a kid you’d hated it.  Your mom had tried, unsuccessfully, to get you to enjoy it but every single time you ended up packing up early and going home.

You weren’t a girly girl nor did you hate the outdoors.  Nature was great, in small doses.  But you liked your shower, you liked being able to get the dirt out from under your nails and keep it out for a good portion of the day.  You liked being clean.

Niall, on the other hand, was loving it.  And to be honest it was nice to see him so relaxed.  He was having a good time and after all the hard work he’d put in doing Jingle Ball shows and promoting his single, he needed it.  You just wished your boyfriend could have “needed it” in a five star resort where someone was in charge of handing you fruity drinks every three hours.

You threw down your spatula after the third hotdog you’d tried to cook ended up in the fire,

“Ugh!”  You screamed out.  

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Provide for You (Mitch Marner)

Anonymous said:

#79 with Mitch Marner pls 💕

#79: “Are you high?” - “I’m just so fucking tired.”

Word count: 1365

Author’s Note: Hi this gif is really cute okay that’s all hope you enjoy the story!

Originally posted by willynylanders

There were many perks to the job that you were currently working. Between the pay, your coworkers and the people that you got to meet, for the most part, you enjoyed your job. The only downside is the hours. While most people work an easy 9-5 and tally 40 hours a week, your normal was going straight to work after school and remaining there until the late hours. The work, when the hours start to pile up in addition to your schoolwork, becomes grueling for you, making sure that the only thing you want to do after work is sleep until your alarm goes off for school.

Your job was a sore subject for Mitch. While he also didn’t work an orthodox job or have a ‘normal’ daily life, he was never at the level of sleep deprivation that seemed to become a constant for you. Mitch was worried about you and thought that you needed to quit your job; the money that Mitch made could easily provide for the both of you, he insisted. You, as someone who was raised to be independent, did not like the idea of your boyfriend paying for you while you didn’t pull your weight. In the end, Mitch knew he couldn’t control you, and you were too stubborn to realize that he was right, so the toxic system continued.

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Teach Me (Hansol x Reader)

AYYYY GUESS WHO’S BACK AGAIN??? Yours truly has been busting her booty recently and banging out these requests like the boss she is ;) A cutie requested some Hansol fluff where you’re partners in dance practice and I just love Hansol okau he is pure and good and needs more love. Enjoy!

p.s. this gif is not relevant to the story he just looks so cute i had to use it 

Originally posted by kunxxxsol

The incessant beeping of your alarm finally roused you from your deep slumber, helped along by an arm that flopped over your stomach and caused you to cough. You fumbled for your phone but remembered that you hadn’t been the one to set the alarm for the day, so you turned over with an annoyed grumble.

“Babe…,” you mumbled, hand weakly patting the chest of your boyfriend as sleep threatened to close your eyes again.

With no response except for a grunt, you tried again, “Babe,” you croaked with your dry throat, moving over until your head thudded against his. Your boyfriend just mumbled something unintelligible, his deep voice cracking as he attempted to wiggle away from you.

Annoyed, you slung an arm and a leg over this time, pulling yourself on top of him as you growled, “Hansol!”

His eyes finally flickered open, deep brown eyes looking up at you with recognition as he realized the alarm was coming from his phone. He clumsily fumbled for his phone, uncoordinated by sleep as he silenced the horrible noise and threw it somewhere on the bed.

“Good morning,” he murmured, his morning voice making you smile as he wrapped his arms around your body.

“Morning,” you replied, burying your face in his chest, your voice muddled against his pajama shirt, “We gotta go to practice, babe.”

“Don’t wanna,” he said gently, already making up his mind to just sleep the rest of the day away with you.

“Hansol, no,” you laughed as he rolled over and trapped you underneath his larger frame. You wiggled underneath him and gave up, drumming your fingers on his back in amusement, “We’ve already missed practice twice this week. We need to go.”

You felt him groan against you, his breath hot on your neck as you chuckled at his reluctance. Your boyfriend placed a singlekiss on your neck before he finally moved off of you and sat up, rubbing his face as he walked over to the bathroom, already stripping off his clothes. You followed after him when you heard the sound of the shower turn on, peeling off your pajamas as you slipped in to wash with him.

After the two of you had washed up and got dressed, you grabbed two granola bars, two apples, and two bottles of water, shoving them in your backpack. Hansol was already grabbing the car keys, swinging them carelessly as he threw his favorite hat on, one you’d got him for his birthday. You walked out the door and proceeded to the car, already feeling a bit perkier as the sounds of morning met your ears.

You drove to your and Hansol’s dance studio that you practiced at, a short drive from your town house to the chic and modern looking building. You rode there in a comfortable silence, browsing through your phone while Hansol played some music and massaged your thigh out of habit. Finding a parking space surprisingly close, you checked the time and walked quickly as you realized you were cutting it close.

Hansol grabbed your hand and hurried you along, dragging your through the hallways until you found the advanced hip hop practice room. You squeezed in through the door and was greeted by your fellow dancers who were still stretching out lazily on the polished wood floors. You bode them a cheerful morning while Hansol quietly unzipped your bag and found the granola bar, happily munching away as you sat down to join them.

While you were stretching with some of your girlfriends, Hansol was standing around with some of his buddies, half listening to them, half watching you stretch out. You knew how much he liked to see you stretching, so you gave him a little show as you stood up and spread your legs wide. You bent over to touch the floor, giving your boyfriend a good view of your butt as you peered at him cheekily from between you legs. You caught him staring and he blushed, but saw him smile shyly as he turned to throw away his wrapper.

Just then, the dance instructure walked in, a young firecracker of a man who never failed to let everyone know he was in the room, “Partner up, people! We’re moving right into it.”

You felt Hansol press up behind you, his arm wrapping around your stomach and pulling you back against him. You jumped and giggled, “Hey there.”

He kissed the top of your head and you felt him smile against you as he moved into the starting position of the partner dance. You’d been working on this song for a few weeks, and with the help of your incredibly talented boyfriend, you managed to stay at the top of the class with him. No one in there could match the chemistry that the two of you had, because everything you felt when dancing together was always so raw and real. You don’t know how many times you’d come a split second away from just grabbing Hansol’s face and kissing the living heck out of him. He just got so into the dance that you couldn’t help but cheese at how serious he looked, it was incredibly adorable. But you would never admit that to him, he’d be so offended that you’d think that him acting manly was cute, so you kept your secret to yourself.

The dance instructor picked up a remote and counted out as the song began, your body surging with newfound energy as the music blasted from the speakers. It was an edgy song, with lots of sexy moves, hip rolling, and grinding.

And you absolutely hated it.

You weren’t gonna lie to yourself, you weren’t the sexiest person and you certainly had to try your hardest in order to even look like it. You were a soft little bean who blushed fire engine red when you saw sex scenes in movies or when you caught your boyfriend jacking off by accident.

Hansol was different though, he was so effortless hot, the sex appeal just rolled off of him in waves. He emphasized all the right moves, always sharp and clean, his dark eyes seemed to dance too as he flicked his hips perfectly to the beat. You were jealous with how easily it came to him, he already had a natural gift for dance, but gestures and presence too? What wasn’t he good at?

That didn’t stop you from trying your best to match Hansol’s intensity as you slid your hands down his chest and dropped. Bouncing off your heels, you snapped right up, panting harshly as the song ended and you gazed at your boyfriend. You held his intense stare for a moment before breaking away with a grin and clapping as everyone cheered for a job well done. Hansol kissed your cheek and gave you a few corrections, telling you that was probably the best run through you’d done.

“You really are improving, kitten,” he pulled you close and murmured into your ear. You felt your face heat up with pride as you kissed his lips briefly. You pulled away but he lingered, his thumbs messaging circles on your hips as he let his lips brush over yours.

The dance instructor interrupted your moment as he shouted, “Alright nerds, we’ll be taking a break for a little bit. My back is not what it used to be and I’m in need of Ibuprofen.”

Everyone burst out in a fit of laughter, watching as the instructor limped out of the room grumbling, everyone else followed suit, leaving you and Hansol alone in the practice room.

You turn toward your boyfriend, pouting, “I don’t understand how you do it.” You crossed your arms as his eyes widened at you.

“What do you mean?,” he spluttered, tilting his head to the side and regarding your comment.

“How do you make looking sexy so easy? You’re practically sex on legs when you dance and I’m just a potato trying too hard,” you whined, poking him in the chest as you turned to look at yourself in the mirror. “I just don’t feel hot when I dance, and I want to know how you manage to do it.”

Hansol was trying to hold back his laughter, but it slipped through, “What are you talking about, ______?” He’d thought you were about to drop something big on him, like that you felt like you didn’t want to dance anymore or something like that. He was relieved to hear that it wasn’t anything horrible, “I think you’re gorgeous when you dance.” He walked up and looked at you through the mirror as he pulled you into a hug from behind, kissing the back of your neck, “I think your gorgeous and sexy even when you’re not dancing.”

“I’m serious, Hansol,” you pouted, turning around to face him. “I just feel like I look ridiculous compared to you. Please help me?,” you pleaded, wide eyes hopeful as your boyfriend caved under your gaze.

“I’ll try, but there’s nothing really to teach,” Hansol warned, stepping beside you and facing the mirror. “A lot of dancing lies in facial expression, using it to your advantage can completely change the feel of the movements.” Your boyfriend performed a simple sequence of moves, radiating charisma and seduction.

“Try that,” he said, backing up to give you the floor space as you took a deep breath. You mirrored his moves flawlessly, but something just felt off.

You turned to him, exasperated, “It just doesn’t feel the same.”

“Don’t give up so easily, ______,” he encouraged, urging you to give it a go again. “Try watching your face in the mirror, watch your expressions and see where each fits best.”

You nodded and started the sequence again, so intent on watching your face you didn’t notice that your shoe was untied until you tripped over it. You cried out as you landed hard on one of your knees, the hard wood floor unforgiving. You gingerly poked your knee, pressing on it gently as you winced.

Hansol was beside you in an instant, concern all over his face, “_______, are you okay? Are you hurt?”

You tried to stand up, but flopped back down as pain shot through your knee, “I totally just jacked up my knee.”

“Here,” Hansol said, carefully scooping you up into his arms. “Let’s go get some ice for it, okay?”

Your poor boyfriend looked absolutely distraught as he set you down on a counter in the break room of the dance studio. It had a small corner full of emergency medical supplies and ice packs, stocked for any problem a dancer might encounter. You were as cool as a cucumber, but Hansol looked a compete mess as he confusedly searched through a fridge to find a cold pack.

You called his name, “Hansol.” He turned toward you with big eyes, worry written all over his face. You smiled and nodded toward the top of the fridge, “Ice packs are in the freezer, babe.”

“Oh, y-yeah,” Hansol mumbled, opening the other door and finding an appropriately sized blue ice pack. He wrapped it up in a small towel with shaking hands before he pressed it to your already swollen and bruised knee.

His trembling hands caused little jitters of pain to hit your knee, so you took the ice pack from him and held it yourself. He murmured an apology and scooted away from you, like he was scared to touch you. You smiled at him, pointing to a cabinet full of bottles, “Can you get me some Ibuprofen, baby?”

He nodded eagerly and retrieved the pain reliever, fetching a bottle of water from the fridge as he opened it for you and held out he pills, “Here.”

“Thanks,” you said, swallowing down the medicine and taking a long drought of water. You could already tell by the expression on your boyfriend’s face that he thought it was his fault, so you softly caught his attention, “Hansol.”

He looked up from where he was staring at the floor, looking up at you with his dark eyes through his blonde bangs. You shifted on the counter and held open your arm, beckoning him to hug you. Your thighs parted on their own as he stood between where your legs dangled off the counter, pulling you tenderly into his arms. You murmured into his sweatshirt, inhaling his familiar homey scent, “I know what you’re thinking, babe…”

“It’s my fault,” he said, pulling out of your arms and looking at you, upset with what he’d done. “I told you to watch yourself and I didn’t even notice your shoelace was untied-”

You rolled your eyes with a groan, silencing him with a kiss while his arms just flopped uselessly to his side. You pulled away and looked right at him, “It’s no ones fault, okay? Things like this happen all the time, it’s not like it’s the end of the world. I’ll be fine, I already feel better anyway.”

“You sure?,” he mumbled, tracing his fingers along your thighs as you chuckled.

“Of course, baby,” you smiled, taking the ice pack off your ugly bruised knee so you could embrace him with both arms.

Hansol smiled and eagerly entered your hold, only retracting sheepishly when you flinched as he accidentally brushed your knee. The blonde boy tried again, moving carefully to press you against the cabinet behind you as he kissed your lips. You hummed in approval, gasping when he pulled away to pepper kisses down your jaw and neck, his hands already wandering to places they probably shouldn’t.

“Hansol,” you murmured, trying to get his attention as he ignored you and continued his attack on your neck. You almost gave into his kisses and touch, but the moment his hands slid under your shirt you snapped back to reality, “Hansol!”

He pulled away with a smirk, hands back to a more appropriate position on your hips as he feigned innocence, “What?”

You groaned and rolled your eyes, grinning as he picked you up again, “And where do you think you’re taking me?”

“Back home so that I can kiss and love you without being interrupted,” he said matter-of-factly, smiling down at you.

“Well you better not kiss anywhere below the knee, because I will kick you in the face with my good leg,” you warned, biting your lip in amusement. Hansol chuckled picturing you karate kicking him across the room in your bra and panties.

“Trust me, there’s only one place below your waist that I want to kiss,” your boyfriend smirked again, laughing when he saw your face turn red and your jaw drop.

He never failed to surprise you.

Ask me Questions
1. Name 1 thing you miss about being a kid.
2. What was your favorite musical group when you were a kid?
3. When was the first time that you had alcohol?
4. What is your worst dating experience?
5. What is the craziest thing you have ever done?
6. Name one thing that not many people know about you.
7. What is the one thing for which you would most like to be remembered after your death?
8. Do you have any phobias?
9. Name three countries you would like to visit.
10. If your house was on fire and you could grab only 3 things before leaving, what would they be?
11. Do you believe in extraterrestrials or life on other planets?
12. Do you believe in the paranormal?
13. What would be your dream job? 

14. If you could have 3 wishes granted, what would they be?
15. If you HAD to change your name, what would you change it to?
16. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?
17. If you knew you were going to die in 24 hours, name three things you would do in the time you had left.
18. What crazy activities do you dream of trying someday?

19. If you could go on a road trip with any person (dead or alive), who would you choose and where would you go?
20. Any tattoos or pierced body parts?
21. What’s your favorite color?
22. What is your favorite flower?
23. What is on your bedside table?
24. What was your best Halloween costume for Halloween?
25. If you could be any cartoon character, who would you be?
26. Are you a morning or night person?
27. Name a singer whose voice you can’t stand.
28. If you were to perform in the circus, what would you do?
29. What do you remember about your high school prom?
30. What’s your favorite holiday?
31. Have you ever been mentioned in a newspaper?
32. Have you ever gone skinny dipping or streaking?
33. What body part do you get caught staring at?
34. Are you basically optimistic or pessimistic?
35. What is your most treasured possession?
36. Adult Beverage of choice?
37. What is your favorite food?
38. Can you fake any accents?
39. What’s the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?
40. Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances?
41. If you had to live under the sea what kind of an animal would you be?
42. Most hated chore on the household chore list?
43. In life who has had the most influence on you?
44. If you were to perform in the circus, what would you do?
45. If you could be one kind of beer which one would you be and why?
46. What extremely difficult life situation have you overcome and how did you do it?
47. What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you?
48. If you could choose, how would you want to die?
49. If you could change the world what would you do?
50. Name 1 thing you love about being an adult
51. Which would you rather have, $50,000 or true love?
52. Do you believe everything happens for a reason?
53. What song always makes you happy when you hear it?
54. Who’s the funniest person you know?
55. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?
56. How big is your bed?
57. What is the wallpaper on your cellphone?
58. What’s the first thing you thought about this morning?
59. Are you afraid of the dark?
60. 3 things you cannot live without?
61. Favorite song?
62. Are you a giver or a taker?
63. Virgin or not?
64. Are you very sarcastic?
65. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?
66. Which you favorite icecream flavor?
67. What was the last drink you drank?
68. Do you prefer hugs or kisses?
69. Have you ever gone cow-tipping?
70. Do you like to sing in the shower?
71. What’s your favorite midnight snack?
72. Whats your favorite movie?
73. Have you ever gambled at a casino?
74. Have you thrown up in a car?
75. Do you scream on roller coasters?
76. When did you go to your first funeral?
77. Where did you go on your first airplane ride?
78. Whats your favorite season?
79. Who was your imaginary friend?
80. Date someone older or younger?
81. If you don’t know the words to a song do you improvise?
82. What turns you on about the opposite sex?
83. What turns you off about the opposite sex?
84. What scares you the most and why?
85. What do you do in your free time?
86. Name 3 things in nature you find most beautiful?
87. Tell me about something you really regret?
88. Tell me about your favorite book, magazine or comic?
89. Something or someone you miss the most from childhood?
90. Your best friend dies, what would you do?
91. What is your zodiac sign?
92. Name a couple of T.V. shows you watch a lot?
93. Name a movie or movies you can watch over and over?
94. Would you ever go skinny dipping?
95. Have you been told you can sing well more than once?
96. What is the strangest dream you’ve ever had?
97. What were you doing the last time you really had a good laugh?
98. What is your happiest childhood memory?
99. If you could take a one month trip anywhere and money was not a consideration, where would you go?
100. If you could change anything about the way you were raised, what would it be?

Bellamy X Reader

Request? No

“Bellamy, please!”

It’s dark out, the moon barely visible behind a thick layer of clouds. He continues to hammer away, barely even glancing at you. No one, not even you, could convince him to take a break. He’s been reinforcing the wall around camp for days, dead set on the belief that grounders will be coming any moment, regardless of the fact that no one has caught sight of one for a week.

“You’ve barely slept for three days! You need a break!”

“I’m fine, Y/N!” he bellows. You take a step back. It’s been a while since he’s yelled at you. He pauses and clenches his jaw, glancing at Murphy, who’s holding a log in place. Murphy’s eyes are hooded, his movements delayed with fatigue. Bellamy has kept him right by his side for the past few days. Murphy refuses to complain, though. He thinks the wall is just as necessary as Bellamy does.

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Count on me ft. Barry Allen

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Request: None

Warning: Ansgt, fluff?? like one swear word or so

Word count: 1.1k+

“If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea, I’ll sail the world to find you. If you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can’t see, I’ll be the light to guide you.”

Your ceiling was extraordinary white; it needed to be painted, desperately. It was the only thing that had spooked through your mind for the past few hours. How uncomfortable the white had made you feel. It stood out. Clean, not a single speck of dust. You craved to throw buckets of paint at it, so that the hard stare of the ceiling would stop mocking you. 

You were laying on top of your grey covers with your ankle boots still laced. You didn’t had the effort nor did you think it was necessary to untie your shoes; you didn’t mind that it got your covers dirty with mud and grass. You actually didn’t mind anything at all anymore. 

Not when your brother was dead. Nothing was supposed to matter. He was gone, and it wasn’t fair that the earth was still spinning, and life was still continuing like the death of your brother was nothing but a minor inconvenience.  

“Stay safe,” you told your brother like you always did when he went to work.

Your brother smiled and combed his hand through his dark brown locks. “I have got nothing but a boring day ahead. Mountains of paperwork are impatiently waiting for me on my desk.”

You bumped your hip against his in a playful manner, "You never know with these metahumans running around. Now, hurry up, officer, the city is waiting for your saving,” you told him dramatically.

He rolled his eyes and gave you a wave before he walked out of the door, or better said, walked out of your life.

The room spun as your vision blurred for the umpteenth time that day. Tears silently ran down your cheek as you remembered the horrible phone call that was permanently inked in your memory.

You were laying half on the couch and half on the ground with a book firmly grasped in your hands. You’d been reading for hours, and you’d come to the point where no matter how many times you switched your position, you never sat a hundred percent comfortably. 

Just when two swords clashed together in your story, the cheerful tune of your phone rang throughout your shared apartment.Your body clashed with the floor due to the sudden sound, and you hurriedly stood up and grabbed your phone off the coffee-table. 

“Hello, is this miss (Y/N) (L/N)?” a female voice opened the conversation.

“Yes, who’s asking?” you said, expecting someone wanting to sell their new, super-turbo, cleaning mob, or something along those lines.

“I’m sorry to tell you miss, but your brother, Evan (L/N), has been shot. He passed away -”

The woman had rambled on after that, but you hadn’t listened anymore. The only sound that you could hear was the thundering of your heartbeat. You didn’t remember how the phone had slipped out of your hand; shattering the screen when it came in contact with the floor. Nor had you realised how you had sunken to your knees. A scream of agony had ripped through you, and you felt like you’d been pinched with a hundred tiny daggers.

You had stayed there for a while, in the middle of your apartment that suddenly seemed so big with the absence of your brother tearing at your mind.

But the apartment that seemed big before, was suddenly closing in on you, and you had escaped to your room, where you were still laying on the grey covers. With the obnoxious white ceiling and the muddy boots. 

You closed your eyes, because you didn’t want to see a world in which your brother was gone.

You closed your eyes, and you wished they would stay that way forever.

“(Y/N)!” Your name ripped through the air, disrupting the silence.

You didn’t answer, but Barry didn’t need you to. 

Barry knew you’d probably be a wreck. Hell, he was a wreck. Evan was a close friend of him too, and hearing that he died punched him in the gut and made him realise just how dangerous his city actually was. It made him realise how much harder he wanted to fight in the future, and how many more memories he wanted to create with you, because it could be over before he’d even realise it was happening.

But none of that matter to Barry at the moment. Right now, you were the only thing occupying his mind.

The door of your bedroom creaked open and Barry walked in. He didn’t say anything as he sat beside your legs, and you were glad he didn’t. He slowly gripped your hand in his, and he’d thought you might flinch away from human contact, so he was surprised when he felt your fingers intertwine with his. 

You gripped Barry’s fingers like it was the last bit of oxygen left in the room, and you were afraid that you would suffocate if you’d as much loosen your grip.

For what seemed like ages, the two of you just stayed there, with your fingers intertwined and eyes locked. Barry didn’t want to be the one to speak up first. He felt like he would invade your bubble of some sort, so he waited, and waited. Until you shot upwards, making Barry jolt in surprise.

“He’s dead Barr. Oh my God, he’s dead, and he’s not coming back. What am I going to do without him? I am nothing without him!" 

Barry stared into your eyes, and he swore he could actually see you shattering. He saw the flame inside your eyes shimmer, until only the ghost of the flame remained. And his heart broke.

It was unlike any pain Barry had ever felt. He’d felt heartbroken before, hurt, even betrayed, but seeing you breaking down in front of him felt like someone was slowly tearing the skin from his flesh and sewing it back together, only to have the whole process repeated. 

His arms slipped around your shoulders; his legs wrapped around your waist. He was your shield, your armor, the glue to slowly piece you together. 

Barry buried his face into the crook of your neck, giving your skin a soft kiss whenever he felt your body shook with a sob. 

And the two of you just sat there. In the apartment that was too big, with ceilings that were too white, and memories that were too painful too bear. You just sat there, curled into one another like you were part of a beautiful puzzle piece which came to live only when it was completed. And it for the first time that day, you felt at ease. Because you knew that when you’d be lost in the middle of the sea, Barry would sail across hell and earth to find you.