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honeypirate · 3 years

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How do you feel about kissing?

Featuring the haikyuu boys! Just some of them though lmao

Asking your best friend (Noya, Asahi, Ushijima, Tendou, Kuroo, Bokuto) how they feel about kissing

Reader is fem

Noya

His head was on your stomach as you played with his hair laying in the sunshine during lunch. A thing you normally did in the summertime for the last how many years you’ve known him. “Noya” you say softly, watching the clouds go by. He has his eyes closed but he responds “whats up?” he says sleepily and you twist his blonde patch around your finger “how do you feel about kissing?” you ask and his eyes pop open, staring up at the sky before he sits up and turns around to look at you “do you wanna kiss me?” he asks seriously and your cheeks flush, you cover your cheeks with your hands as you turn away slightly “maybe” you whisper and he laughs “OH BOY Tanaka is NOT going to believe this!” he says with a clap and you scowl at him making him chuckle “no no no, because he thought i’d have to confess to you first! He didnt think you felt the same! Now come, come here pretty girl. come here my girl let me kiss you finally! my pretty girl!” he starts to crawl over to you and you giggle trying to stand to run but he lunges and pushes you gently to your back on the sun warmed grass getouas he smiles down at you “I feel like kissing you, to answer your question” he says and then his lips are pressed to yours, kissing you like it’s the last time he’ll ever be able to.

Asahi

You clear your throat, the sound drowned out by screaming from within the gym, Hinata and Kageyama going at it again. You took Asahi outside for some air after practice ended and were now sitting on the steps to the club house looking at the stars for a moment. “So, uhm” you lean back on your elbows on a higher step “Asahi?” you ask and he hums in response “what do you think about… kissing?” you ask and he tenses. Holding his breath as he debates if he heard you right, when he turns to make eye contact he realizes he did in fact hear you right. “In general? Or.. or” he clears his throat “or with you?” his palms begin to sweat and he rubs them against his shorts. You laugh awkwardly “can i choose.. Both?” you ask quietly as you sit up straight again,

“W-well.” he takes a shaky breath “in general, i find kissing to be gross if i have to say watch someone else make out at school. B-b-but with you,” his voice gets softer “i think i’d really enjoy that” he turns to look at you and you brush your fingers across his cheek that was warm from practice and from blushing. “I think i would really enjoy kissing you too” he laughs softly, shaky from his nerves as he reaches out to cup your cheek, leaning in and closing the distance, softly pressing his lips to yours. He goes to pull away a little too soon for you liking so you whine and and lean with him, smashing your lips to his again as you try to memorize the feeling of his soft lips against yours.

Wakatoshi

“Can i ask you something Ushi?” you ask as you walk him to practice in the early morning. He’s been your best friend and neighbor for years so when you went to the same high school and had practice in the morning, it made sense that you traveled together, plus he said he wanted to make sure you were safe on the train. “You know you can ask me anything.” he states and you laugh awkwardly “yes i guess you're right” you stop when you reach his gym and he looks down at you, straight faced as always. You take a deep breath and steel your nerves “how do you feel about.. Kissing?” you ask and he stares at you for a few moments, blinking and not saying anything. You figured he was thinking so you just waited, “I think that kissing is fine in a relationship but i wouldnt know much since i havent kissed anyone before. Ask Tendou he’ll know more about it” he turns to go get Tendou but before he can bring him back to talk to you, you were gone. Ran off to your own volleyball practice feeling like a complete failure.

“Oh you poor innocent boy. She was asking you that..” Tendou grabs Ushijma by his cheeks and leans in close “BECAUSE SHE WANTS TO KISS YOU” he drops his face and laughs “she was asking, how do you feel about kissing HER?” Ushijima is silent for several minutes until at last he mutters out an “oh.”

You wait by the gate like always, your practice always getting out earlier than his. You’re messing around on your phone, setting a new ringtone, when he appears beside you. “Do you want to kiss me?” he asks and you gasp, chucking your phone into the air. “Ushijima!” you shout and he catches your phone from the air “do you?” you feel your face flush as he hands you back your phone “why do you ask?” your voice a few octaves higher from being nervous. “Tendou said you asked me about kissing earlier because you want to kiss me” he says and you laugh awkwardly, rocking on your toes as you scratch behind your neck “if i say he’s right will that ruin our friendship?” you ask as you look at his feet and he responds by cupping your cheeks and leaning down close “I’m gonna kiss you now” he says and waits for you to accept or reject him and you gasp and nod in his hands, eyes fluttering closed as his soft warm lips press against yours, sending fireworks down your spine.

Tendou

2am runs to the 24 hr gas station were a regular occurrence. You held a cherry laffy taffy in one hand and a blue slush in the other, the colors turning your tongue purple. Tendou had an apple sucker in his mouth and a cherry slushy in his hand. You finish your candy by the time you reach the park and you throw the wrapper in the trash by the entrance. You pick up your skateboard and hold it under your arm as you two walk to the top of the hill.

You sit on the bench at the top and he sits beside you, your board on the ground under your feet as you roll it softly side to side. Tendou kicks your feet and scoots closer, his thigh pressing into yours as he puts his feet beside yours, rocking side to side with you as you sit. You lean into him and sigh, your tongue was numb from your slush and your fingers were frozen, he wrapped one of his arms around you and you shivered into his warmth.

This all was normal, it happened all the time. But it still made your heart feel special, god how you wanted to kiss him.

“Satori?” you ask softly and he hums “whats up doll?” he responds over the straw he’s chewing “how do you feel about kissing?” you ask as you use the end of the straw to spoon some slush in your mouth. His head turns swiftly to look at yours and you act cool, eating your slush and being totally normal. He leans in slowly, getting closer to your face with a serious expression trying to make you break but you were used to this, you knew him. You gasped when his frozen tongue licks a stripe up your cheek “ugh you child! I should kick you off my bench!” he laughs and wraps both of his arms around you and rocks side to side “no wait don’t kick me off! Im sorry! I’ll answer your question if you answer mine!” you groan “fine! What’s your question? Just stop shaking me!” he laughs and relaxes his hold, looking down at you with a goofy grin “are you asking me this because you want me to kiss you?” he asks seriously but the little grin he had made you worry he was going to make fun of you.

your eyes grow wide and you clear your throat, suddenly self conscious and feeling stupid “I!- uh maybe yeah I was but sheesh” you try and scoot away from him, laughing awkwardly “that was stupid huh yeah. Stupid” you mumble but he wont let you scoot away “hey” he says softly and you pause to look up at him, his goofiness gone and replaced by softness you rarely got to see “you’re not stupid, pretty girl. You’re very smart.” he says and cups your cheek “i like kissing. I havent kissed anyone in a very long time” he coughs “Second grade” coughs again and you laugh, remembering that day in second grade when your best friend at the time dared him to kiss her so he kissed you instead. “I’ve been waiting, hoping, you'd want to kiss me again” he whispers as his face comes closer to yours, you hold your breath as he leans down, almost 100%, leaving just a sliver of space between you.

“You like me. How embarrassing for you” you tease and make him laugh “i love you. How embarrassing is that?” he mumbles, his lips barely brushing yours and you sigh “as embarrassing as me loving you” you say and his lips crash against yours, his tongue tasted like cherries and it mixed with your berry perfectly.

Kuroo

“KuRRooOoo” you yell sing as you walk into the empty gym, “Y/N” He shouts back as he exits the supply closet, having just finished cleaning up, the rest of the boys already in the showers.”walk me home?” you ask with a smile and he nods “of course, meet me by the gates in ten minutes” you nod and wink at him before leaving the gym, heading back to the class room you were studying in to gather your things.

“There you are beautiful” he says when he walks up and you kick your feet on the side of the wall “can you help me down hot stuff?” you ask and he nods, coming over with his hands out.

You were just friends, that's what you said when anyone asked. She’s just a friend! Is what Kuroo tried to convince Kenma. You just call each other nice things! It’s normal. But when he places his hands on your thighs, slowly running them up until they land on your hips, you think it’s a hint about his deeper feelings.

“Hop down” he says and you blush with a grin not moving. you instead move your knees farther apart, wrapping them around his waist. He raises his eyebrows and you grab his hands, moving them back down to your thighs so you can softly runs your fingers against his “how do you feel,,, about kissing?” you ask and cock your head, your hair falling over your shoulder as you looked up at him with innocent eyes.

“How do I? Feel?” he asks and you chuckles “how do i feel about kissing?” he asks again, you laugh out loud before cupping his cheeks and looking him in the eye, bringing his face close “Tetsuro” you whisper demandingly “answer” he blushes and swallows, his popular guy persona draining from his bones “i like kissing. I like you” he whispers out quickly with a nervous chuckle and you beam at him, your smile spreading as you wrap your arms around his neck “i like you too” you whisper and give him a small peck causing him to gasp before he chuckles and wraps his arms around your waist, the wall the perfect height to lean in and press his lips to yours, feeling his smile against your lips as you kiss him back.

Bokuto

“Hey Bo! How do you feel about kissing?” you asked as you leaned over to his desk “kissing is great why?” you booped his nose “just curious” you went back to your desk beside him and he looked at you for a long moment, why did you ask him that?

The rest of the day passed by slower than ever for Bokuto, he sat inside his head, overthinking why you asked him about kissing and at the end of the day, the end of a terrible practice, he had convinced himself that you wanted to kiss someone else and he’d never get to kiss you himself.

“baby Bo what happened?” you ask as you walk up to him in the hallway, he was holding the straps of his backpack as he looked to the ground “nothing. I’m fine” he said quietly, avoiding your eyes. You walk up to him and take his hands, wrapping them around your waist as you pulled him into a hug “tell me Kou” you whispered and he sighed into your hold “long day, shitty practice, just too in my head today” he whispers and you run your fingers through his still damp from his shower hair. “What happened to put you in your head? You were so shiny this morning” you ask and rub circles on his back, the people in the hallway have all but disappeared now, heading home like you will be soon.

“You’ll think im dumb” he whispers and you shake your head “never Kou, I promise.” he sighs and stands up from your hug and sighs again, rubbing his face with his hands “i thought your question about kissing means you want to kiss a lot of people” you take a beat to think of why that could make him sad and you smile softly, taking his hands in yours “and why did that make you sad?” you ask in a hushed tone and his cheeks flush “i dont want you to want to kiss everyone but me” he mumbles out with furrowed brows and a pout. You laugh and cup his cheeks “oh Kou, i ONLY want to kiss you” you say and watch as his eyes go from confusion to recognition to bright and bubbly bokuto again “HEY HEY HEY” he shouts and you laugh “i knew i had it in me” he says slightly cockily and you keep laughing as you hug him, burying your face in his chest. “I don't want to make you sad Bo, talk to me if you ever get sad because of me okay?” you cup his cheeks seriously and he nods “from now on, i promise” he says before he leans down and presses his lips to yours

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buckys-black-dress · 3 years

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✄ chapter one: you flower, you feast

a/n: here's some cocky fratboy bucky because what more do i love then seeing an entitled man getting his ego crushed? nothing. the answer is absolutely nothing.

this is also my first installment of my play the game series ... so like yeah :)

wc: 1.1k words

[fratboy!bucky barnes x fem!reader]

series masterlist

Now, it was really not the usual way you would spend your Friday nights. But alas, here you were. In the Alpha Sigma Something house, and the music was really fucking loud.

Quite honestly, you'd rather be anywhere but here right now. Your week of classes had been exhausting, you worked a double shift yesterday, and you just wanted to fucking sleep.

"Nat, listen-" you move in front of her from your spot leaning next to her. "I get it. I really do. You like drinking, you like the cute boys here, but I want to sleep. And I know I'm here to make sure you get back in one piece but-"

"Y/N, I love you, but shut up. We're here to let loose, and this is not helping. Just- here," Natasha pauses, grabbing something from the counter behind her, "drink this. Please."

The bright blue in the cup didn't settle your brain's concerns, but before you could open your mouth to complain, a deep, booming voice stops you.

"Nat! So good to see you, sugar!" Her smile is directed to someone behind you, and you can spin just in time to see this guy smash your roommate into a hug.

"Didn't think you'd show, Sammy. Haven't seen you all week." She smiles and turns to you. She sees the questioning in your eyes before telling you, "Y/N, this is Sam. We have Russian Lit and Psych together. Sam, this is Y/N; my incredibly introverted and homebodied roommate. Maybe this is why she hasn't met you before." Natasha giggles a sickeningly sweet one, and you try not to gag at how unlike herself she sounded.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Y/N! Nat's told me so much about you, 's about time we put a name to the face." Sam gives you the gentlest smile, and you return one while shaking his hand that he stuck out. You've heard his name countless times from Natasha, and he was definitely well-known around your school.

"Same to you, I've heard a lot about you. I don't usually come out, but we both know how stubborn Natasha is." You laugh softly, watching him as he turns back to Natasha to give her a sly look at your words.

"Yeah, she's definitely a handful. Can't say I don't like that, though. She's a real nice refreshing change of pace around here." He snakes an arm around Natasha's middle, and she's more than willing to slot herself next to him.

"Oh! You should introduce her to Buck and Steve, I'm sure one of them needs a partner for pong." Natasha says brightly, like it's the best idea she's had in her entire life.

"Yeah, y'know what, ever since Steve's been seein' that Carter girl, Bucky's been needing a partner." Sam nods to Natasha. "Come, let me introduce you!" He motions for you to follow him, and you share a wide-eyed look that says 'I'm gonna kill you in your sleep and you'll never see it coming' look with your very annoying roommate.

Of course, she just shrugs, gives a coy 'I didn't do anything!' look, and waves her hand for you to follow her.

The three of you weave in and out of the crowd before making it over to a loud table, of course decked out in a painted pong board on it.

You're honestly trying to blend into the crowd, trying to make yourself as small as possible, just to avoid this interaction. You can't help but wonder why Natasha had wanted you to come so bad, because she seemed to have all her own ducks in a row in terms of Sam.

You hear the both of them talking to two extremely beefy men, and you honestly feel yourself wanting to run far, far away and crawl into your room and never leave.

"...And this is her roommate, Y/N," you register Sam's voice, but you're trying to find an escape route.

Before you become successful in your plan, you feel a hand lurching you forward in front of the two guys, who you assume are Steve and Bucky.

Fucking Natasha. I'm gonna kill her.

"Hi, Y/N, it's really nice to meet you. I'm Steve, but you probably already knew that because of Sam." The blond sticks out a hand, and it almost swallows your own in its' sheer size.

You swallow while you struggle to meet the giant's gaze.

"I-It's nice to meet you, too. I've seen you around a little." You say, trying to not sound like a crazy stalker.

"Oh, you haven't met Buck yet, have ya?" He asks, moving out of the way.

You make eye contact with the brunet he pushes forward, who seems just as burly, but has a more menacing smile on his face.

"Hi, I'm Bucky." He says simply, extending his hand out.

But the thing was, that you already knew that.

You've heard quite literally every person on campus talk about James Buchanan Barnes, and let's just say, not everything you've heard are good things.

You've heard it all. The girl in your math class, telling her friend how he 'fucked me and kicked me out. I barely even finished!'

'So did he make you finish?' Her friend asked.

'Well, of course he did,' she scoffed, 'he was good, too, but he didn't have to kick me to the curb like that!' She exclaimed in frustration.

"Nice to meet you, Bucky. I'm Y/N." You return with a weak smile.

"I know, doll." Bucky tells you. The grin on his face is devilish, and the way he shakes your hand while he holds on for a little longer than normal has a shiver running down your spine.

You had a feeling about this boy that you couldn't shake, and you knew he was nothing but trouble.

But you didn't know what about him made you feel that way, and you didn't know if you wanted to know.

“Wanna be pong partners?” The glint in his eyes is nothing short of menacing, but all you could muster was;

“Sure.” With a shy smile.

ok chapter one!!! this is kind of just a starter one ! more to come :)

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marvelsimp · 3 years

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THE NEW KID: Landing

THE NEW KID MASTERLIST Ch. 3

Genre: Fluff Pairing: Peter x Lesbian!reader (Platonic duh), Avengers & Reader Warnings: swearing, Description: Reader has just joined the Avengers so they decide to throw her a birthday party. Reader’s Powers: Healing, telepathy, and empath. Word Count: 2,737

“Peter! You got me into the avengers!” you scream whacking your best friend with a pillow.

“You’re welcome!” he laughs shielding his face from oncoming attacks. You end up tackling him causing him to land on his bed. “Why are you attacking me? This is so RUDE!”

“HAHA! Too bad.”

“STOP. STOP” he laughs causing you to stop almost instantly. He sits up and looks at the clock, it reads ‘3:57’. “How about we go back down to the game floor we can play some more laser tag or mess around with the VR stuff?”

“Sure but didn’t you say earlier that you wanted to show me the lab?”

“I forgot about that!” he stood up and reached his hand out to help you get up, you accept. Peter leads you out of his room at Avenger’s Tower to go to the elevator then up to the lab. “So, this is it!” he says taking you up some stairs.

The space is huge, where you just entered from is where the Quinjet lands, where the med lab is, and where the avengers keep their gear for missions. As you walk up the stairs you see several platforms and ‘bridges.’ To your right you see a platform full of tools and stations cluttered with different projects.

“Most of its taken up by Mr. Stark,” Peter explains, “He’s constantly working on upgrading and improving all of our suits.” He leads you towards the back of the area, “This is where I usually work. I’m usually the one to work on my suit, especially during breaks. I’m trying to figure out a way to improve the capacity of my web-shooters.”

You nod, Pete lets you look at his formulas and blueprints. You give him a handful of suggestions and ask him a few questions. He listens intently to each suggestion and question. He then has a quick ‘aha’ moment and writes a few things down for later. You can’t believe that you now get to help him with this stuff in person.

“Oh,” he says suddenly. He points to an empty part of the lab next to him. “This is your station, you can put anything there and use any of the tools, under supervision. Mr. Stark isn’t a big fan of us being up here without him or Dr. Banner but he made an exception for today.”

“Wait… slow down.”

Peter looks up at you, he’s slightly confused.

“I get to work up here, in the Avenger’s lab?”

“Yeah,” he breathes out. “What did you not understand about the part that you’re an Avenger now?”

“I don’t know… I guess that it just didn’t click.” You look around the space trying to figure out what you’ll do. You then remember some of the old projects that you had to scrap because you didn’t the resources, you’ll probably have to start from scratch… wait your stuff is here. You let out a gasp and your eyes get a little wider. You almost run out to get your old blueprints but Peter grabs your wrists.

“Y/n, slow down. Where are you going?”

“Sorry, I got ahead of myself. I just remembered that I have my old blueprints still and that I can work on that stuff here.”

He smiles at you, he’s happy you can feel it off of him. That was the first time since you got to New York that you had felt pure joy and he could feel it, too. His smile shrinks a little, “Like I said Mr. Stark doesn’t really like us up here without someone with us.” You nodded in understanding.

“Now let me actually take you to the med lab, I think that Dr. Cho will want to meet you.” He took you back down the stairs and opened the doors to the Med Lab. Dr. Cho was sitting down busy at work looking through some papers and looking at something on the screen in front of her. “Dr. Cho.”

She looked up from her work and looked at Peter then at you. Her eyes grew wide, “Oh, I completely forgot.” She stood up walking over to you and reaching her hand out. You accepted it shaking her hand, “I’m Y/n.”

“Yes,” she smiled, “Stark told me about you and your powers. I’d love to do some testing later once you’re settled.”

“I’d love that too. I’ve done a little bit of testing on my own, but I’d love to learn my limits.”

She nodded, she seemed excited. “I have to get back to my work now, but I will see you later.”

You and Peter exited the lab then went back down to the game floor as you had planned earlier. You both walked down the hallway and entered the game room. In one of the corners was Steve and Bucky, Bucky was hunched over on an old arcade version of Mortal Combat while Steve had his hand on the brunette’s back and he was laughing his ass off at the stern face of the “tinman.” Steve almost instantly turned around when you and peter entered but he couldn’t stop his laughing quite as quickly.

You smiled and waved at them. You turned to Peter, “What do you wanna play?”

“Smash Bros?”

“Minecraft?”

‘You always want to play Minecraft,” he whined.

‘And you always want to play Smash Bros!”

He gave you the best puppy dog eyes he could.

“Fine!” you laughed

“Yes!” Peter quickly set up the game.

“FINISH HIM” you could hear from the old Mortal Combat Bucky was playing.

You took that as your cue, “Do you guys want to join us?”

Steve looked a little surprised, he turned to Bucky waiting for his answer. “Sure, how do you play?” he and Steve walked over and joined you and Peter on the large couch.

“It’s kind of like Mortal Combat.” You went on to explain the game and gave recommendations as to who they should pick.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed after losing to the two super-soldiers who had never even played the game before today.

“Language,” Steve said nonchalantly.

“Sorry” you squeaked out.

Steve’s eyes widened realizing his mistake, he said it out of habit assuming it was Bucky who said it. Bucky let out an earth-shattering laugh. While you were mortified that you had screamed ‘fuck’ in front of some of the Avengers not once but twice in one day. Once Bucky stopped laughing and caught his breath he turned to Peter, “Do you curse this much? I swear I’ve never even heard you say ‘crap.’” He did, just not in front of the avengers. Peter’s whole face had turned red causing Bucky to laugh again.

“Sorry, Y/n,” Steve said over Bucky’s continual laughing.

“What are you saying sorry for?”

“I thought it was Buck who said it so out of habit I said ‘language.’”

You smiled, “You don’t mind me-“

“Of course not.” Steve looked at his watch and then turned to Bucky who had finally stopped laughing, “Buck, maybe it’s time we head up.”

“It was nice playing with you guys,” you smiled.

“Yeah, we’ll have to do it again,” said Bucky.

“You’re an Avenger now, doll. Plenty of game nights.” Steve smiled walking out the door.

“Bye.”

Peter stood up. “Do yooou wanna play in VR?”

“Yes!”

“I know we’ve only been on this for half an hour but do you wanna grab some food?” Peter asked you.

“Umm, sure I could use some food.”

You and Peter walked back to the elevator taking it back up to the communal living space. As the elevator rose you felt the excitement rise not only in Peter but in some people on the floor you were headed to. When the doors opened it was darker than last time then you heard “SURPRISE” being shouted at you from all over the room and the lights turned back on. You jumped back a little then erupted into giggles. Directly in front of you were Ned, MJ, and May. While the Avengers were spread around the room, which included some of those that weren’t at lunch. There was a large banner on the wall that read “Happy 17th Birthday, Y/n!” There were streamers and balloons everywhere, along with some confetti that was spread along the ground. “Happy Birthday!” Ned, MJ, and May said in unison all grouping together for a group hug that caused you to giggle once more.

“Thank you.”

Peter grabbed your hand and led you over to a group of people near the dining table. There was Pepper Potts with a little girl holding onto her hand, with a man, woman, and a teen girl that was maybe a year or two younger than you and Peter. Pepper was the first to notice the two of you so she turned and smiled at you grabbing the others' attention.

“Hi,” you said looking back over the group.

“I’m Hope,” said the brunette woman reaching her hand out.

You recognized her but couldn’t remember how and as you shook her hand you let out a slight gasp, “Pym?”

“Yes,” she breathed out.

“Sorry, I’m way too invested into sciency things.”

The man next to her let out a chuckle, “I’m Scott.” He gently put his hand onto the teen next to him, “and this is my daughter Cassie.”

She smiled at you, “Hi.”

“Hi.” You were kinda confused as to who these people were, relating to the Avengers.

Peter whispered in your ear, “Think about it,” it was like he was the telepath.

After a second or two of staring at them, you let out, “Oh! You’re Wasp and Ant-man.” Neither one of them were known to the public as that but they were the only masculine and feminine pair, so it made sense. Hope let out a, “Yeah” while Scott just grinned impressed. You finally turned to the woman you were very excited to meet, the CEO of Stark Industries.

“I’m Pepper,” she went for a hug that you accepted. Once you were released from the hug she put her hand on the shoulder of the little girl hiding behind her. “This is Morgan, Tony and I’s daughter.”

You kneeled to be at the girl’s eye level, “Hi, I’m Y/n.”

“Hi,” she said in the quietest voice possible.

You just smiled and stood back up. “It’s an honor to meet you all,” you said turning to each one in the small group, “I can’t believe that I’m even here.”

“Don’t worry,” Scott said, “We’re still getting used to it.” Hope nodded in agreement.

Thank god, that eased your anxieties a little. “Come on, Y/n. There are still more people you gotta meet.” He led you across the room where Tony and Colonel Rhodes, aka War Machine, were talking, Col. Rhodes seemed annoyed. As you walked you passed Bruce, Sam, Bucky, and Steve who waved as you walked by. Bruce stepped forward, “Hey, Y/n!”

You stopped and turned to him.

“Thor wanted to tell you sorry that he couldn’t make it, ya know family business. And he wanted me to tell you ‘Happy Birthday’ from him and Loki.” You smiled and laughed at the “and Loki” part. “Tell them ‘Thank you and that I understand. Oh, and that I wish him luck with his brother’”. Bruce chuckled at your response. He turned and returned to his group while you continued to follow Peter.

“Come on, Tony, another teenager,” you could barely hear Col. Rhodes say.

Tony just saw you two walking towards them, he pointed his head at you which caused Col. Rhodes’ demeanor to change almost instantly.

“Hey,” Tony said smirking at you and Peter, “How you feeling?”

“Uhh, I’m still in stock,” you laugh rubbing your neck.

“Don’t worry, kid, that will wear off.”

“I’m Rhodey by the way.”

“It’s nice to meet you.”

“I won’t be able to stay for long I was told about this morning. I wasn’t even told there was a possibility of a new Avenger until then either,” he looked annoyingly at Tony.

“Oh, I... don’t worry it’s an honor just meeting you guys.”

“Y/n,” yelled Wanda who was over in the kitchen.

“Well, that’s me,” you commented pointing your thumb towards the kitchen.

“Happy Birthday.”

“Yeah, Happy Birthday, kid.”

You and Peter headed to the kitchen.

“That was kinda tense,” whispered Peter in your ear.

You nod in agreement as you enter. Wanda is standing next to the counter eating some chips with Nat and a man you recognize as Hawkeye. But more importantly, you spot some brownies. You quickly grab one, “Hey.” Wanda smiles and hugs you before you sit on one of the stools.

“Hey, Y/n/n, adjusted yet?” Nat joked.

“Nowhere close,” you breathe out.

Nat elbowed the man standing next to her. “I’m Clint.” He put a fist over the chip bowl.

You let out a chuckle and returned the fist bump. “You’re Hawkeye, right?”

“Yeah,” he laughs at the codename.

You continue to eat the brownie and happily smile at your best friend. He takes a seat next to you and spins your chair as you take the last bite of it. When you look up, there she is Captain Marvel with a gift bag in her hand. You choke on the brownie spitting it out in your hand then throwing it away. Peter looks up in concern at you, you simply point at her and he erupts in laughter. Nat, Clint, and Wanda were first concerned when you choked on your food but are now very confused. You turn around away from the center of the room, putting your face in your hands.

“Y/n, you okay?” Wanda asks.

“Oh my god,” you breathe out.

Clint throws a chip at Peter, “Bug, explain.”

Peter calms down. “Y/n has a hu-“ he corrects himself, “is a huge fan of Carol.”

Nat catches on instantly, the other two don’t but are accepting of the answer.

“Peter!” you say shoving him almost causing him to fall from his chair, but he holds on to the seat. “You’re a fucking psychopath,” you whisper angrily in his ear, “Are you trying to kill me?” He laughs looking behind you, so you turn around and to your surprise, Captain Marvel is right behind you. You open your mouth opens but nothing comes out.

Y/n.exe has stopped working.

Reboot?

Rebooting.

Peter gives you a little shaking you a little. “Earth to Y/n,” he whispers in your ear. Everyone, EVERYONE takes note of this. Some understanding your behavior instantly while others put it down as you just being a “big fan.”

“Hi,” you blush.

“Hi,” Captain Marvel smiles at you.

“I, um, I’m a, I’m Y/n,” you finally stutter out.

“I’m Carol,” she smirks. You put your hand out for her to shake but instead of returning the handshake, she puts the gift bag she was holding into your hand. “Peter told me you were a big fan, so I got you something.”

You smile and hit Peter for telling her. “Thank you,” you barely get out as she walks away.

“Hey!” you hear from across the room. “Since everyone’s met Y/n let’s sing happy birthday!” you finally recognize the voice to be Tony’s, “Head to the Dining table!”

You’re still standing there stunned, “Did that just happen?”

“Yes,” Peter says grabbing your arm, “Now let’s get some cake.”

Peter leads you to the Dining Table and then to a cupcake tower full of different types of cupcakes with a lit candle on top reading ‘17’. You take a deep breath to collect yourself. You look around you and you’re overwhelmed with how much you can feel all of them caring for you even though you just met most of them today. You wish your parents could see this… no you wish that your parents loved you enough where you wouldn’t even be in New York right now, but they don’t, and you have to live with that. “Thank you, for all of this,” you say looking mostly at Peter but also at the others. “Usually, I would spend my birthday with just my parents and this year I thought it would be Peter, May, MJ, Ned, and I. But I never could’ve predicted to be with any of you much less as your new teammate. I don’t know what else to do besides saying thank you.”

Next Chapter

Arrived

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demonwifey · 4 years

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Morning Beauty

Hey, guys! Hope all of you are doing well. This fic goes out to @littledanette because I sent this idea to her as an ask on my main but then wanted to write it myself and she was super cool about it. Hope you guys enjoy it! 💜🖤💚

Summary: Reader gets ready in the morning and Beej is a curious cat.

Warnings: Cursing, hints of sexual things

Word Count: 3,697

Y/N sat sat criss-cross on her plush stool as she leaned more towards the mirror on her vanity desk. Her current appearance consisted of only her favorite oversized t-shirt with panties underneath and a scarf wrapped around her coily hair. She excitedly took out a brand new pair of false lashes from her makeup bag placed on the desk and pulled the small package open.

Y/N and her friends used the previous Saturday as an all out shopping spree day. While the group made a conscious effort to stop in all of their favorite stores, Y/N was more focused on grabbing the latest release from her favorite lash company. Despite the whole day being taken over by the majority of clothing stores in the city’s outlet mall, Y/N was able to make it to Sephora and swiped the last pair just before they sold out. As the weekend ended, it was back to business as normal. Once Monday approached, Y/N wanted to wear and show off the new lashes as soon as possible.

After applying the right amount of lash glue to the strips she carefully placed one of the new pairs between her fingers and attempted to keep her hand steady near her eyelid. Although she was more concentrated than ever it didn’t take long for an all too familiar and eerie presence to break her focus.

“Babes~” A faded voice murmured as it brushed past her ear. The young woman rolled her eyes before getting back to her original task at hand. She placed one end of the lashes on the inner corner of her eye and slowly placed the rest of the lash across her lid.

“Y/N~” The voice spoke again. This time the woman chose to ignore it as she tried to even out and adjust the false lash with her actual lashes.

This was the first time in a while she was actually able to wake herself up early enough to do her makeup before work. Almost every other day consisted of her either oversleeping or being coerced to stay in bed longer by a certain needy demon named Beetlejuice; not that she really minded anyway. Y/N currently had two hours to spare before she had to leave and catch the train for work so she was determined to use every second she could. The last thing she needed was to use most of her time redoing her lashes 4 to 5 times (me oops).

“Oooh, favorite breather~ Don’t you wanna put that down and summon your favorite piece of man cake?” The gritty voice faded in and out as it circled around her. Although she tried her hardest to ignore him, Y/N knew if she didn’t summon him now he would only bug her more and more to the point of complete irritation. Y/N sighed with light frustration as she realized the lash wasn’t as even as she would’ve liked. She slowly pulled the lash off and stared into the mirror. Not exactly sure where Beetlejuice was standing, she looked slightly to the right of her.

“Alright, fine. But if I summon you, you better behave.” The young woman said with sternness in her voice, knowing all too well what early morning sexual shenanigans Beetlejuice would try if given the opportunity. She took the sudden silence as the demon man accepting her demand.

“Beetlejuice...Beetlejuice...Beetlejuice.” Y/N spoke out and a faded green puff of smoke burst behind her. Before she could even fan some of the smoke away, Beetlejuice was already too eager to hold her. He crouched down behind her and slowly wrapped his black and white stripe covered arms around her stomach, followed by soft pecks on the side of her neck.

“Good morning, babes.” Beetlejuice said softly in between kisses. Y/N knew she had to stop this before it could go any further. She wriggled her way out of his grasp and turned her body towards him with a smile on her face.

“Good morning to you too. Ah! Didn’t I say behave.” Y/N swatted Beetlejuice’s hand away as it slowly reached to caress one of her thighs. The dead man pouted dramatically at her and she giggled at his facial expression. Beetlejuice then dropped to his knees in front of her.

“Come on, Y/N. We’ve got a bunch of time before you’ve gotta leave,” He leaned forward with an already hungry and mischievous look on his face. “Let’s see if we can break our usual morning record.”

Before Y/N could say anything else Beetlejuice grabbed her cheeks and smashed their lips together in a long passionate kiss. Although Y/N loved to be kissed everywhere and anywhere by Beej, he knew her weakness was a long, drawn out kiss on the lips. Maybe it was the way he tasted. Maybe it was the way it made her feel loved. He never really questioned it, he just always used it for his advantage.

Y/N let out a feverish sigh and moan mixed. She was just about to give in and wrap her arms around his neck when she felt one of his hands move and cup her breast. She stopped her hands on his chest and pushed away with a small amount of force. Not enough for him to fall backwards but enough for him to stop and look at her with genuine confusion on his face.

“Beej, I meant it when I said behave. I’ve got to get ready.” Y/N spoke as she turned back around towards the mirror.

She chose to ignore the loud frustrated groan Beetlejuice let out behind her. Going back to the lashes, she picked the already attempted one and applied another amount of lashes glue.

“Why don’t you sit and watch. Maybe you could learn something.” She spoke as she looked at his reflection in the mirror. The demon man adjusted his suit and scoffed at her words.

“Like what, babes? Learn how to paint a face so I can be the Netherworld’s most booked makeup artist?” Beetlejuice walked around to the vanity and placed one hand on the desk, leaning over as he watched her motions.

“No, but maybe one day I’ll break my arm and need you to do my lashes for me.” Beetlejuice rolled his eyes as Y/N giggled. They then wandered across the display in front of him. He was one of the most famous demon’s in the Netherworld. THEE ‘Mr. Ghost with the Most’. What the fuck did he look like entertaining himself with breather makeup? Y/N noticed him looking around as she fanned the lash between her fingers. “Come on, B. You don’t have much else going on.” She reached out and touched his arm gently.

Beetlejuice narrowed his eyes at her cheeky gesture. If this were anybody else, he’d be long gone by now. But he loved his little breather. And how could he turn down the opportunity to spend time just staring at her gorgeous face? The demon sighed in defeat.

“Alright, doll. You win. But could you at least get naked to make it just a little more entertaining?” Beetlejuice smirked down at her and wiggled his brows. Y/N took the hand she had on his arm and smacked him lightly. He only chuckled before sitting down...mid air. Y/N would’ve said something but decided to leave it alone.

The woman turned back to the mirror before angling the lash over her lid once again. She succeeded the closeness of the false lash and her actual lash like she wanted. As Y/N went to press the lashes together, Beetlejuice began to speak.

“So what do you wear these for anyway, babes? Your lashes look fine already.” A sense of uncertainty in his voice.

“Yeah but I just like them. I started wearing these a few years ago and I’ve been hooked ever since.” Y/N said as she adjusted it to perfection. Checking her eye one more time in the mirror she moved her head up and down. Perfect. Beetlejuice moved one of his legs on top of the other as he watched Y/N. That’s when she picked up the next lash and moved to place a layer to glue over the strip. Beetlejuice cocked his head.

“What’s that for?” He asked and Y/N was surprised. She didn’t actually think he’d be interested in watching her. Let alone actually ask questions.

“This is the lash glue. You take the handle out of the tube and you see this little brush on the end?” She guided as she showed him each step. He nodded as he watched her hands move. Y/N noticed his usual green locks became mixed with a bright curious yellow. Y/N would’ve giggled but didn’t want to alarm the man and break his concentration.

“You just take that brush part and lay it on top to the strip right here.” The demon’s eyes followed her hands as the brush end layered a thin strand of glue like she described. Y/N handed Beetlejuice the lash, telling him to hold it while she placed the handle back in the tiny tube. Not even a second later she heard Beetlejuice gasp.

“Babes, holy shit! Look, it's turning green!” The man pointed at the tiny object between his fingers. His face showed utter shock and excitement while his hair started beaming with the green and yellow mixed. Y/N just laughed at him.

“Yeah, the glue changes to green basically when it’s ready to be put on, kinda like a timer.” She explained. He looked back and forth between her and the lash, a big smile filling his face. Y/N only smiled back as he handed her the lash back and she went to angle it on her lid. Beetlejuice inched his body forward as all of his focus was on her. Y/N then went on to explain how to apply the lash on her lid, to which he listened intently. It was like teaching a little kid something new. And once they were complete, Y/N turned her face towards Beetlejuice and batted her lashes.

“Well? What do ya think?” She asked the demon. The few boyfriends Y/N had before Beetlejuice would always give a stale ‘they look great, babe’ or even no response at all. So she wasn’t expecting much until Beetlejuice practically yelled,

“They look awesome, babycakes! They look like spiders on your eyes!” The demon said practically bouncing with excitement. Y/N wasn’t really sure how to take the compliment but accepted it anyway, she always knew Beetlejuice meant well.

After shuffling everything back into the desk drawer, Y/N walked to go into her bathroom with Beetlejuice tailing behind her. Now that he saw one little bit of Y/N’s morning beauty routine, he wanted to see all of it.

“Babes, is that it? You don’t put anything else on?” He questioned. He may not know a lot about the nitty-gritty details of makeup but he always knew there was a lot to it. Y/N shook her head as she stood in front of the bathroom mirror.

“No, I just do my eyelashes. I’m too lazy really to do anything else. Foundation and all that? Nah.” She shrugged off as she reached up to pull her scarf off of her hair. Beetlejuice walked in to sit on the toilet and watched her. “Right now I’m just about to take this twist-out down.”

“How does that work?” Beetlejuice asked simply.

“Well, all these little twists in my hair,” Y/N pointed as she set the scarf on the counter. Beetlejuice nodded as she took one in between her fingers and began to unravel it.

“I literally just untwist them and then my hair is styled for the day. See?” As Y/N turned to the side Beetlejuice could see the strands of hair that were once twisted. They were now laying in a thick spiral curl and His eyes lit up.

“Woah. Is that how your hair is always so big and curly, babes?” He was practically gripping the side of the counter. Y/N could’ve sworn his hair was completely neon green and yellow at this point. If she had to guess it was going to be like that for a while.

“Yeah, basically for whenever I don’t have my braids in. And it usually stays like that for a while before my shrinkage gets the best of it.” She said as she moved to pull out another twist. Beej cocked his head to the side and furrowed his brows.

“Shrinkage?” He questioned. Y/N was becoming more and more surprised by Beetlejuice. He wasn’t fake interested or asking questions just to make her hurry up. He was curious about everything and that warmed her heart in a way.

“So shrinkage is when someone’s hair literally shrinks from when it’s longer. Like my hair is stretched out now from the twist out. But after a few days it’ll curl really tightly and shrink back down.” Y/N tried to explain. No one ever really asked her about her hair. All of her friends already knew as they went through the same thing so it was kind of weird for her to explain (me again). Beetlejuice nodded his head again in understanding. The demon then sat his head on his hands as he watched Y/N unravel more twists. It was quiet for about 5 minutes before he spoke again.

“Babes?” He asked sheepishly. She looked turned to look at him. “Is it okay if I help you?”

And that was it. Y/N’s heart flew out of her chest and into the sky. Not only was it the question itself but the adorable look on Beej’s face when he asked it. He looked almost scared to ask but really eager to do so. Y/N couldn’t contain her large smile as she nodded back.

“Yeah, Beej you can.” The man immediately jumped up and stood behind her. His own hair turning fully to beaming green. The demon was the perfect height to stand directly over her and reach her hair. “Just take the ends in between your fingers like this then unravel them.” She explained while looking at his reflection in the mirror.

Beetlejuice followed her instructions as he worked on one of the twists by himself. He did take note of the super soft feeling of her curly hair. All Beetlejuice wanted to do was run his fingers through her soft puffs. And as tempting as it was, he’d rather not get yelled at for messing with her hard work.

The two finish her hair after a few minutes. Of course Beetlejuice didn’t want the time to end. He actually enjoyed doing this with her, surprisingly enough. He liked learning more about the process of her beauty routine. Whenever he asked a question she would answer sweetly. Not like she was annoyed or bothered by his curiosity.

“And voila! Like it? Love it?” Y/N turned her body towards Beetlejuice while holding her hands up, signaling that they were finally done. Her coily hair rested just above her shoulders as the curls had slight bounce in them. Shades of baby pink began to appear in Beetlejuice's own hair as he looked at Y/N. Her hair was cute but the fact that she was so happy with the way it came out was adorable to him.

“It looks great, babes. I mean, if I do say so myself.” Beetlejuice dramatically placed his hand over his chest. Y/N giggled and crossed her arms.

“If you say so yourself?” She asked at his sudden act of confidence. She should've known Beetlejuice was going to use any opportunity to act a fool. Beetlejuice reached down on the sink and picked up the anti-frizz spray Y/N said was to be used last. He began spraying some of it around her hair.

“Yes, I do believe I did a good job. Now, my fee is $85 but if you want we can set up a payment plan.” The demon man made his voice more high pitched and flamboyant as he talked. Y/N almost doubled over as she let out a loud laugh. How her boyfriend had the energy to act so silly in the morning was beyond her.

“Shut up, Beej. You’re so stupid.” Y/N said as she smacked his chest lightly. He laughed along with her as she turned to fix any last minute touches in the mirror. Beej was still doing his commentary even after they exited the bathroom. Y/N looked at her clock next to her bed. She still had 1 hour before she had to leave.

“Alright, good be a good hubby and fix us some cereal while I get dressed.” Beetlejuice looked at her like she’d lost her mind.

“I’m sorry but are you new here? You want me to leave and miss the chance to see my super hot girlfriend get undressed? That’s very selfish, Y/N.” Beetlejuice crossed his arms with fake sternness. The young woman laughed again before using her hands to gently push Beetlejuice out of the room.

“I’m sure you’ll be just fine.” As he was finally out the door, Y/N closed it before going in her closet to find something to wear. As she looked at some blouses to wear she realized, maybe it wasn’t the best idea to leave Beetlejuice alone in the kitchen. The woman hurriedly put an outfit together before rushing to the kitchen to make sure he didn’t actually make a mess.

Thankfully he didn’t and the rest of the morning went by smoothly. Unfortunately it was down to the last 10 minutes before Y/N had to leave for the train. For some reason today was a little bit different. Usually it was Y/N that would have to convince Beetlejuice not to be upset that she was leaving for the day, always having to reassure him that she’d be back in just a few hours. But this time, it was Y/N that didn’t want to leave. She didn’t want that little time she spent with Beetlejuice to be over. Of course the demon man could sense this from her and he thought it was adorable.

As Y/N stood up to put their bowls in the sink, Beetlejuice walked behind her. He slowly wrapped his arms around her waist. The young woman smiled while rinsing the dishes in the sink, feeling Beetlejuice place quick kisses on her neck.

“Beej, you could not have picked a more bad time to start something.” Y/N spoke as she dried her hands and turned her body to face the taller man. He let a sly toothy smirk appear as he looked down at her.

“I know, babes, but I couldn’t help it. That spray that we used in your hair smells really good.” And he wasn’t lying. As Beetlejuice took in the sweet fruity smell of Y/N’s hair, it almost made his knees weak. He almost wanted to tell her to forget about going to work so he could just cuddle with her, among other things, all day. But before he could, Y/N snaked her arms under his suit jacket and around his midsection, holding him tightly.

“Well I did spend a lot of money on it, so I’d hope it does.” She joked. Beetlejuice only laughed as he also made his grip on her tighter. He moved down to place his forehead against hers.

“You know, doll. When you get back maybe you could show me some more of your hair and makeup stuff.” Beetlejuice spoke softly while his half-lidded eyes stared down at her. Y/N looked at him before nodding with a smile on her face.

“Yeah, I think that’d be really nice.” Y/N agreed before craning her neck slightly to place a soft kiss on the man’s lips. Beetlejuice smiled within the kiss before returning the favor. Before either of them could get deeper in the moment, Y/N pulled back from the kiss, having to hear a protesting groan from Beetlejuice.

“As a matter of fact, Beej. Maybe I could show you some of my perfumes and you could pick out your favorite.” She giggled while poking the man’s nose. She moved herself out of his grip before walking towards the front door to grab the rest of her things. Beetlejuice blinked, letting his mind register her sentence for a minute. Then a mischievous and dopey mixed grin appeared on his face as he followed behind her.

“Oh, babycakes, whatever one you have on now might already be my favorite.” The demon spoke, staring down at her ass as she bent over to put her heels on. As Y/N stood, she turned to see him staring. The obvious lewd thoughts he was having were plastered all over his face. The woman stepped in front of Beetlejuice and grabbed his tie, pulling him towards her with slight force.

“Don’t worry, Beej. I’ve got like 5 others bottles in my room.” She spoke as their lips were only inches apart. Beej’s hair was going on dark pink at that point.

“Just so we’re clear, you’re the one starting something now. Not me.” The man said with innocence as he threw his hands up. Y/N just giggled before pulling him down to finish their kiss. Once they parted, Beetlejuice had the biggest lovesick look in his eyes as Y/N released his tie, straightening out the wrinkles she put on it.

“Bye, Beetlejuice. I’ll see you later, ‘kay?” She asked as she picked up her purse. Beetlejuice nodded, head still swimming from the sweet kiss from his love.

“Love you.” Y/N spoke, hoping to snap the man out of his daze. It did partially, but not completely.

“Love you too, babes.” Beetlejuice’s already scratchy voice cracked slightly. Y/N opened the door to leave out, waving to the demon one last time before leaving.

Okay, this was me self-inserting hard af. As a lonely black girl, I would love nothing more than to spend a day showing Beej my lashes and hair products. What’s something you’d wanna teach/show our favorite bugboy? Thanks for reading!💜🖤💚

#beetlejuice x reader #beetlejuice fanfiction #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice #beetlejuice muscial #self-inserting

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romeulusroy · 4 years

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War Boy (John Shelby Oneshot)

Character/s: John

Word Count: 1,682

Inspired By: Holiday by Dana Williams

Warning/s: abuse mention

Tag List: @dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt @myriadimagines @lilyswritings @encounterthepast @death-of-a-mermaid @lotsoffandomimagines @woahitslucyylu @obsessedunicorn24 @thedarkqueenofavalon @fangirlsarah16 @theshelbyclan

A/N: I think this is the longest fic I've ever written, which is pretty cool :) I never thought I'd be able to write something greater than 500 words. It's not my usual style, which is a little frustrating, but in the end I like how it turned out. I had no idea where it was going until the very end, and if that doesn't explain the writing process, I'm not sure what does! I'm super close to 200 fics/a third part of the fic masterlist and that's really exciting! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💖💜

FIC MASTERLIST PART ONE. / PART TWO.

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Infidelity. Lust. Greed. Envy. He always wanted what wasn't his. A sin, if he believed in those kinds of things. If all the things he'd done in his lifetime weren't so much worse, he would have been afraid. But he wasn't. He should have been ashamed, guilty, pleading on his hands and knees to a bitter God for forgiveness, for understanding he wasn't deserving of, but he couldn't, he wouldn't, because he didn't feel bad. A man of crime, of impulse, sharing a bed with someone who slipped their ring off for him was the least of his worries. To anyone looking in, it would have seemed wrong, sick. It was. It should have seemed that way to him. But he watched from the inside, he knew what really was going on, the full story behind the locked windows and drawn curtains. There were things the rest of the world thought they knew, that they put their faith into, but only you and John knew what was really going on.

It wasn't about the sneaking, the secrets, it wasn't about revenge, getting back at him for all the things he ever did, all the things he put you through. It was about finally being wanted. It was about bloody fists. A heavy silence blanketed over the dinner table. A shove, a grin, a power dynamic. You loved him most when he wasn't around. Felt the most safe, the most adored when the space between you grew, the soil between you deepening, rotting. A man of war, who'd kissed her cheeks and cried when she fell instead of him. It should have been him in those trenches, in her arms. He'd told you that only once, his eyes restless, crazed, begging for one night of rest, too ashamed to admit in daylight. It should have been him, not the brave men beside him, not the innocent boys thrown into this without a second thought. It should have been his funeral, his shallow grave, his things distributed among friends, desperate for anything they could get their hands on. They'd be sad, of course, mourning another loss, but sad didn't matter when the world was ending.

It should have been him. And sometimes, you wished it was.

Someone you worshiped, someone you would have done anything for. That's what love made you believe. He was the light of your life, the reason of your very existence. A boy, then. Kids, you both were, blinded by something bigger than yourselves, something you thought could escape death herself, last a hundred lifetimes. Young, sweet, with summer in your veins. You were so naive. He was different before the war. Softer, tender, he was affectionate, drunk on the ideas of a future together. Married before he left, a ring around his finger when he stepped on that train. He'd lost it, somewhere along the line, and that should have been the first warning when he came back. They all changed, but not like him. The bombs, the guns, the shock of it settled in his gut, poisoning his blood. The fire of the explosives lived inside him. It slept when he did, but it was always looking for something to set it off.

The smallest spark would be enough.

Then it wasn't just anger, but rage. Wrath. A sea of red. Everything in his path needed to be destroyed regardless of the skin it wore. Shattered glass. Broken furniture. Holes in walls. Fabric ripped, or torn, or punctured. Even when he dreamed he clenched his fists, as if he were ready for a fight, a battle, that would never come. You were his favorite, though. Once a cherished item in his collection, sat on the top shelf for safe keeping, now you were nothing but a rag doll. Thrown around for his own entertainment. Bruised, bleeding, left to clean yourself up, mend your own wounds. Sometimes it was barely noticeable. Sometimes it wasn't. And that's when John came into your life.

An old friend, one he'd witnessed war with.

A visit. Simple, quick, a check up on someone he regretted losing contact with. Heard stories of someone special back home, someone who kept him going. From the second you saw him, though, you knew he was different. Careful eyes, all smiles and a wicked humor. He'd held on to that. With bloody nails, he wouldn't let her take that from him. He took notice of everything, whether or not you realized. The purple fingerprints in your skin. The badges under your sleeves. Your limp. The flinching, the bracing when a glass was set down too fast, too hard. John made a point to find his way in this part of Birmingham more often, knowing not only had the men changed, but their lives and families as well. It wasn't just the soldiers who suffered.

He became a source of comfort. Walking your husband home when he drank too much to remember where he lived, helping him up the stairs when his dead weight was too much to carry. It was his way of coping, his way of control. If he was too far gone to remember his own name, he couldn’t hurt anyone. Drown the demons in booze, forgetting how violent he could be when he was hungover. Passed out, leaving the two of you alone. You found yourself confiding in him, telling him things you never would have told anyone. Admitting to your own exhaustion, your own defeat, raising your white flag. You didn't have to explain the flinching, the hesitation to trust, all the little things he picked up on, all the things he'd seen too often. He was a man of destruction. Smashing his bottles, begging for a fight, starting them when no one else would. A form of self mutilation. Too many nights John spent taking care of the gashes in his face, of his open knuckles.

He was trying to beat the war out of himself. Scare it away. Make it rupture.

Sometimes he was unexpected. Knocking out of nowhere when your husband was at work. You should have known he wasn't looking for him. You should have known, but you didn't. And neither did he, inviting him for dinner, for drinks, any occasion. Before you knew it, you were spending every night together. Over the table, your laughs hushed, your words effortless. Learned more about him than you ever thought. A wife he loved, passed away. A brood of kids he fears he's not good enough for. A complicated family and a business with a license to kill. The thought of him, funny John with his quips and fast wit, with his endless supply of dirty jokes and filthy words, a father. You had a hard time picturing him reading bedtime stories or folding baby clothes. It was something you used to dream of, having kids. Not anymore, not with a man like that. You'd never forgive yourself, ruining an innocent life, raised in a field of landmines. It wouldn't be fair to them. You couldn't do that.

He brought them a few times. Pudgy fingers, toothless giggles, tales about school, about all the things they were learning, all the people they'd become one day. It did something to your home. Turned a lifetime of pain and fear into excitement, into joy. They didn't know what life had in store for them, the possibilities endless. Infinite. All of them wanting a piece of you, sitting on your lap, whispering all the secrets their father told them not to tell. He spoke of you often, or at least, that's what they said. John in his natural state, a child on his hip, another pulling him by the cuff. He was needed. That was more than you could say for yourself. A pain, an ache in your chest, watching your husband. Awkward, anxious, angry. Angry at little fingerprints across every surface. Angry at the noise, at the constant energy, the neediness. You knew he thought that was weak, to need someone. He couldn't stand to be near them.

He couldn't stand anything anymore.

John would have killed the man. If he were anyone else, he would have sliced him in half, make a godless man see heaven for himself. But he wasn't just anyone, they'd seen hell together. Walked through fire, spit in the face of the devil himself and lived to see another day. That was rare. It made a bond unlike any other. But that didn't mean he had to like him, that he had to approve of everything he did. Drunk together, one night, the last two at the bar. He never meant for it to get out. It was the whiskey talking. A single sentence, a threat in passing. If you ever hurt them again, I'll fucking kill ya. His words were slurred, and heavy between his teeth, but there was truth to them. He could have said something a lot worse. He could have told him he was undeserving of you, that he was fucked up to hurt you, to take you for granted. He could have said that he changed, that he wasn't the friend he was anymore, that he couldn't stand the sight of him. John could have admitted that he loved you, from the second he saw you, he loved you and he wanted to protect you, that he thought of you every single day.

But he didn't.

Instead he made a promise, an oath to you, to him. One he never wanted to go to through with. One he'd have to, he knew it. Now he was waiting across the street, ducking in the shadows, watching for him to leave, to go to the bar after another meltdown. The screaming could be heard through the neighborhood. It didn't matter who he used to be, this was him now. This was his fate. He should have listened to John that night, but he didn't, he didn't listen to anyone anymore, and now he'd face the end.

John just hoped you'd forgive him after all this.

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oyesmendes · 4 years

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wildflower pt3 - calum hood

a/n: fall in love, fall fast. tell me what you guys think about this mini series alright!

summary: after a nasty breakup, Karla Rivera finds herself working as one of the new producers/songwriter for 5SOS. She had no intention to fall in love right now, but one conversation struck a chord with her. In between producing a smashing album and writing hit singles, Karla finds herself entangled in the arms of a man who she never thought she’d end up with.

As the week goes by, the boys start to notice how close Calum and Karla had gotten. They’d write together in the corner of the room, whisper and giggle into each other’s ears when they were with the rest of the group. She’d snuggle into Calum’s side most nights after dinner, and most mornings they would walk out of either person’s room together. This morning, the pair had walked out of Calum’s room and sat at the breakfast table next to each other. He had his hand resting on her thigh, and everyone at the table could tell that something was suffocating the air among them.

“Alright you two,” Michael looks at the pair and they knew what was coming next, “Time to fess up.”

Calum gives the most innocent look he could pull out of his hat and Karla sips on her coffee for way too long.

“Don’t look at me like that, you know what I’m going to ask.” Michael folds his arms in front of him. Calum shrugs and the boys all groan. Karla tries to hold her laughter back and she catches the smile that fades as quickly as it came from Calum’s face.

“What do you want to ask me, Michael?” A smirk forms on his face as he cuts up his pancakes. Michael rolls his eyes and before he could speak up, Luke blurts out the million dollar question.

“Are y’all fucking?” Karla chokes on her coffee, causing it to spurt in front of her and the cutlery in Calum’s hands fall onto the plate. He quickly rubs Karla’s back and helps her clean the mess she made.

“That answers our question.” Andrew chimes in.

“We’re not fucking, we’re dating.” The boys all look at Calum with wide eyes, knowing his sentiments regarding love and relationships for the past year. He shrugs at them, then looks at Karla who’s cheeks have turned a bright shade of pink. He kisses her on the forehead and he hears a chorus of “awww” before grabbing her hand in his, proudly showing off his girl.

Karla notices the slight disapproving look on Andrew’s face when he realises that it was the truth, and she knows why he has it. She offers to wash the dishes after breakfast and the boys all thank her, pulling Calum away so they could get the full details of how they got together. She watches him get dragged across the room despite his protests and watches them laugh and tease the poor boy. Andrew joins her, helping to put the clean plates away and they work in silence for a bit before he speaks up.

“Are you sure about this?” He watches her scrub the dried up chocolate sauce on the plate when she doesn’t answer immediately.

“When can you ever be sure about something like this?”

“When you know it’s real.” She drops the sponge at Andrew’s words, turning to face the older man.

“And how do you know it’s real?”

“It will feel like it when it is.” Karla scoffs and she proceeds to continue scrubbing the plates. Andrew continues when she stays silent, “it’s only been a month, K. how can you be so sure he’s not your rebound?”

“He isn’t” she hisses, pushing the suds off the plate she’d been washing for the past ten minutes.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt, or hurt him in the process. You’re still healing-“

“Do you think I don’t know that?” She whisper yells, dropping the sponge and plate back into the sink. “Of course I’m afraid I’ll hurt him, of course I know I’m still healing. But I’m falling so hard that I can’t stop, Andrew. I feel like I’m out of control, and it’s scary as fuck but for once in my life I feel happy.” Andrew sighs defeatedly knowing nothing he say would get through to her in the moment

Karla feels bad about lashing out at Andrew but she felt justified enough to sweep it all under the rug. She’s really falling fast and hard for Calum, and it was definitely unlike how she felt in her previous relationships. She sits outside for the rest of the morning, writing lyrics and playing with melodies on her own. The chatter and the sound of instruments behind her get louder then softer, and she hears the sliding doors click. She chooses to ignore it, until Calum presses a kiss to the top of her head. She gives him a small smile, patting the couch for him to sit, abandoning her notebook and guitar, immediately wrapping her arms around his waist and laying on his chest. He rubs her arms softly, knowing that something was bothering her.

“What’s wrong, K?” He doesn’t press when she stays silent, just holding her in his arms. Karla couldn’t find the right words to speak, or convey the message. What message was she even supposed to convey? That she’s afraid of love? She’s afraid that they might be wrong about each other?

“You know I like you?” She says more like a statement instead of a question. Calum looks down at her and for the first time this week he couldn’t read her. He nods, pulling her closer to him.

“Of course I do, I like you to sweetheart.”

“And you know that I’ve only broken up with my ex last month, right?” He frowns at her, unsure of where this conversation is heading.

“Yes I do, you told me on our first date. Where are you going with this?” Karla pushes herself up in her seat, running her fingers through her hair. She doesn’t know where this conversation is headed at all if she’s being honest, and not knowing the words just frustrates her to the core. She lets out a loud groan, burying her face into her hands. He reaches out for her, squeezing her shoulders gently.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

“I was talking to Andrew about us, and he just made me doubt myself a little.” Calum looks taken aback and she wishes she could retract her words, “No no not like that, I like you a lot- god I think I love you. It’s just- he thinks I’m using you as a rebound and I know I’m not but I’m thinking too much about it and-“ He presses his lips to her and she sighs into the kiss.

“I love you too, doll.” She feels her heart flutter and her mind ease.

Karla finds herself staying longer than the week that she intended to, but nobody seemed to mind. Truth is, everyone was enjoying her presence and creativity. She had tonnes of stories to tell with her words and with each passing day, the boys felt more comfortable to be around her and let their walls down. They dabbled in different styles and sounds, creating things the band never thought they were capable of. But eventually Karla had to get back to writing for other artists as well and she had to bid her goodbyes despite Calum’s protests.

“I don’t understand why you have to go.” Calum pouts as he’s sprawled on her bed while she packs the little stuff that she brought. Ashton was sat on the floor along with Luke and Michael who were all moping around since she announced last night that she had to leave in the morning.

“Because, I’m working for other artists as well. You know that perfectly well, Cal.”

“Can’t you just work with us until the album is done?” Michael plays with a stray piece of thread from his hoodie. Karla shoots him a glare, knowing that he was only making the situation worse by agreeing with Calum.

“C’mon,” She forces Calum to sit up. They all gather around her like children and she laughs.

“I’m not leaving you guys to die, the album’s almost there already and you know it. Just work on it for a couple more days and you’ll be done and back in LA. Then we can all go out and have a party okay?” Calum sighs as he melts into her and the rest of the boys agree. They leave the couple in the room to bid their goodbyes and help to carry the small duffel Karla had brought to her car.

“It’s only going to be a week before you’re done, babe. I’ll call you okay?” She kisses his forehead and he can only agree. He walks her to her car after saying goodbye to the rest of the guys, and receives an apology from Andrew.

“I’m sorry for being a dick when you announced that you two were together.” He hugs her tight.

“I know you were just looking out for me.”

“I always will.” He kisses her forehead and for a moment she sees jealousy flash across Calum’s eyes. Karla rolls her eyes and shakes her head at the boy. He pouts when their eyes meet and he comes hugging, lifting her off the floor and spinning her around. He kisses her so passionately she felt the fireworks burst into flames in her chest.

Karla cups his face in her hands, squishing his cheeks, “I’ll miss you too sweet pea, see you in a week.”

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #5 seconds of summer fic #5 second of summer imagines #calum hood #calum hood fics #calum hood imagines #Luke hemmings #Michael Clifford #Ashton Irwin

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happys-crazy-queen22 · 4 years

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Title: Secret Santa

Gif credit @that-english-reject

Third Christmas imagine

Hope you all enjoy.

Happy Reading Dollies.

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Christmas on tour was wild, the band went crazy. They decorated the tour bus in lights and garland, Ricky even hung a mistletoe above the door for the members who had girlfriends.

This year they decided to do secret Santa, everyone got to pick a name and of course you got Rickys of all people. It wasnt that you didn't like Ricky it was the complete opposite. You had the biggest crush on him and you couldn't believe that you actually got him. So you wondered around with him for awhile before the show started one day to see what he really wanted or really liked to have without giving him the hint that you were his Santa.

"So Rick, have you been a good boy this year"? Your question made Ricky laugh almost spitting his monster out of his mouth.

"Why do you ask"? He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Well, if you don't tell anyone. I'm an undercover elf for Santa". You giggled. Ricky rolled his eyes with a smile.

"I bet Chris got my name and he sent you to ask me ideas for Christmas, right"?

"I can't say".

"Just tell him I've been a very good boy and I want this vintage camera that I saw at a antique store. It's three hundred bucks and I know he can afford it. He just bought five hundred dollars in shiny pants and makeup".

"Alright, I'll let Santa know". You said walking away from him. Three hundred dollars was kind of pricey for you, you didn't know if you could afford it or not but if Ricky wanted it then you'll find away to make it happen.

Ricky sent you a picture of the camera and where to find it. Oddly it was in the city that you were in just for a couple days so when the guys went on stage you snuck off and got the camera hiding it in your suitcase surrounded by your underwear and bras. No one would look there. Just say you're not going to be eating fancy anytime soon. Romen noodles for months in your future.

Christmas was around the corner and the guys were all excited, Vinny wanted to scream who he got and it was funny. He couldn't keep a secret at all which was good for you cause you knew who he got and what they got. Ryan would get a shock and probably kill Vinny with it in his sleep.

It was officially Christmas and things were hot. Did you know that cooking a turkey in the oven, that said oven hasn't been used before until now makes a small tour bus feel like death is melting your skin off with a blow torch? Well it does. So Ricky had a great plan to sit outside in the snow and open presents while the turkey cooked.

"Vinny you go first". You suggested with a smirk.

"Sure, here you go Ryan for those lonely nights in the bunk". Vinny said with a laugh.

Ryan opened the box slowly, he didn't know if something was going to jump out at him. He busted out laughing when he pulled out a blow up doll. Everyone laughed, Ryan's face was beet red.

"Thanks man, I'll make sure she comes an visits you during the night". Ryan laughed shaking his head.

"Y/N, you want to go next"? Vinny asked.

"Yeah, here you go Ricky". You handed him a box with a red bow on top. He looked confused.

"I hope you like it". Ricky smiled as he started opening it, then his jaw dropped and a excited squeal came from him.

"I love it thank you. Its just what I wanted". He said with a hug.

"I'm glad you got it. It's a really neat camera". You shyly said.

The secret Santa's kept going, you were next Chris got you and he surprised the shit out of you by getting you front row tickets to a chip and dales show. It was kind of awkward and all but you had no clue why he got you those.

"Um thanks". You shyly laughed.

"If you don't like them you can sell them or whatever".

"No it's cool, just have to find someone to go with me".

After the awkwardness went away you went to check on the turkey leaving the guys to talk.

"Can I ask how much that was Ricky"? Ryan asked as he watched Vinny try blowing up the blow up doll using his mouth.

"I think it was three hundred. Why"?

"Just asking".

"Come on man why"?

"I was playing on Y/Ns phone and her bank sent her a balance check and she's broke this month. That camera took all her money".

"Then why would she get it"? Ricky felt guilty and horrible that you would spent the last of your money on him.

"She wanted you to have it so thats what you got".

"But I didn't want her to be completely broke. We really need to put a limit on how much to spend".

"Why would you suggest a three hundred dollar camera to her"?

"I thought she was asking for Chris".

"Me? I can't afford that much".

"Please, we see who's wearing new pants every show and who spent hundreds on make up from hot topic". The others eyed Chris.

"Fine. What do you want us to do"?

"I don't know, I can't let her spend this much on me".

"Then why not make it up? Like she's going to need things this month make her a gift basket"? Vinny suggested. Vinny had an idea? Wow. The guys were amazed.

"You're surprisingly a genius". Ricky smiled. "I'll go shopping for her tomorrow, gotta do some snooping to make sure I get the right things".

"Hey guys turkeys done". You poked your head out the door.

"Great, we're starving". Vinny rubbed his belly.

"Where do you put it? You just ate a whole solid chocolate reindeer".

"I have a high metabolism, you know being a drummer and all". He winked as he passed you going to sit on the couch.

"Right". You laughed, going to get the plates. Ricky had the turkey and everyone was ready to eat. Christmas dinner was served.

That night Ricky tip toed and sorta went through your stuff but for a good cause he had to make sure to get the right things.

The morning came and he was the first one up and out the door heading to the nearest mall. The first place he stopped was bath and body works. He maybe all in black and very goth but if you wanted to smell like vanilla then he would go in just for you.

He dodged the sales lady and went straight to the lotions grabbing the bottle that looked like the picture he took and ran to the check out.

He went to hot topic and got you a few eyeliners and some eyeshadow. Even a cool neckless that he thought would look great on you.

Then final stop was walmart, he grabbed your kind of deodorant, razzers, shaving cream, shampoo and conditioner. He even went down the aisle that he promised himself that he wouldn't go down until he was married, the feminine aisle. He grabbed two boxes of tampons the right kind he check four times to make sure. He grabbed something called lady wipes, he thought you might like them too. Ricky picked up odds and ends of what he thought you would like, chocolates, snack foods, stuff that none of the guys would eat but you would like. Your favorite cereal, bagels and cookies. He went all out for you.

Not forgetting the basket.

Ricky rode in the cab putting the basket together, making sure everything was going to fit. He may have went over board but he didn't care at all.

Pulling up to the bus he paid the cab driver and headed into the bus. It smelled so good, you had took Christmas leftovers and made a casserole for everyone.

"Y/N"? He called out, the basket in his hands a smile on his face.

"What the heck, Ricky"? You said with a chuckle, your hand covered your mouth in shock.

"I know it doesn't make three hundred dollars but it's a thank you and a start. If you need anything I'll get it just ask".

"Oh, Ricky. You didn't have to do that, I'm good". You said with a shy smile, you didn't know he knew about the money troubles.

"No its no problem. I feel bad that you spent that much on me and you didn't have it. I wish I can take the camera back". He said with a frown.

"Don't you dare, I wanted you to have that. I wouldn't have gotten it if I didn't think that I could manage with what I got in the bank".

"But you worked hard for that money. Putting up with us and dealing with our shit. You deserve more". Ricky sat the basket on the floor next to him and walked to you, grabbing your face smashing his lips on yours.

"God, I've waited a long time to do that". Ricky breathed out. You blinked a couple times to make sure you really saw what happened.

"Why did you kiss me"?

"Because I like you and not because you bought me the camera which I love by the way". He let out a laugh as did you. "But I've never had someone do that for me and takes as good of care of me as you do. You're sweet, caring, good hearted, smart and beautiful. I can't resist you".

"You're a smooth talker Ricky Olsen and extremely kind to do that for me". You kissed his lips this time.

"I want you to never have to worry about money again so I'm upping your pay too". You laughed rolling your eyes.

"You don't have to do that too. The basket is enough".

"How about the next day we're off I take you on a date and we can officially go on a date and say we're dating"?

"I'd like that. Plus I get to try all my new lotions and shampoos".

"Speaking of lotions, never send me to get them. I almost died in there. There's perfume being sprayed everywhere and my nose couldn't take it. I thought I was going to die".

"You're so funny". You kissed him again, he wrapped his arms around your waist keeping you in his embrace.

"Thank you".

"You're welcome, Merry Christmas". He rubbed his nose with yours and kissed you again.

"Merry Christmas". Best Christmas ever!

#ricky horror x reader #ricky horror imagine #ricky olson imagine #ricky horror fanfiction #ricky olson #motionless in white fanfiction #motionless in white #motionless in white imagine #chris motionless #ryan sitkowski #vinny mauro #motionless in white christmas

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dontcare77ghj · 5 years

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Civilian

Bucky x reader x Natasha

You’d met the loves of your life at a coffee store. Cliché, you know, but it’s what happened. They’d sat at the counter, where you’d been stationed and they’d both ordered a black coffee. Over the next two months they’d come in at least once a week. They’d struck up conversation with you on the third week and it was then you knew you were falling.

They had introduced themselves as Natalia and James, and in turn you had introduced yourself Y/N. It was the end of the second month, when they had asked you out. You’d quickly said yes to the beautiful red head and attractive brunette. It was at the end of the first date when you knew, you were in love.

The three of you had known each other for almost a year and had been dating for nine months. It was in the second month of your relationship when you’d found out about James metal arm, the three of you had laid together and held each other loosely as he’d explained how he’d been in the army and lost it, before he’d retired and joined the security company where he’d met Natalia.

You didn’t love him any less and the three of you had stayed in that position for a long time, just holding each other, reaffirming your feelings for each other.

You didn’t see them as often as you wanted to because of their work, as well as your own schedule. They’d told you they worked in security detail on your first date and you’d believed them a hundred percent, when they had to leave for work related issues you would always smile at the two.

“Go on you two. Go make the world a little bit safer.” You’d say giving them both tight hugs as they would leave. James would smile and place a kiss on your temple and Natalia would hold your waist tighter.

“Love you, красотка.” Nat would whisper into your hair. You sighed, contently and leaned closer into her.

“You’re going to have to tell me what that means one day.” You giggled a little.

“One day.” She agreed as the two would give you one last kiss and leave your small apartment.

At the end of your first year together, the two had pretty much moved in. They stayed there most nights, when they weren’t working, and had a lot of their things littered around your cozy apartment.

“Morning, doll.” James greeted, as you walked into the kitchen. He and Nat would always be awake by the time you would crawl out of bed.

“Morning, lover boy.” You greeted taking a seat next to Nat who pulled you into a kiss.

“Morning, Red.” You addressed Nat when the two of you pulled away.

“Morning, красотка.” She responded giving James a smile who placed a plate in front of the two of you.

“Any plans for today doll-face?” James asked as he took a seat across from you.

“Not really.” You shrugged taking a bite of the delicious meal, James was mainly in charge of cooking because his food was always perfect. Natalia was banned from going in unsupervised after last time. “I’ve got a shift at two, but not much before. What about you two?”

“We’ve gotta be out of here by eleven.” Natalia said to you.

“Work stuff?” You asked turning to the red head. She nodded as Bucky answered your question.

“Got some things we have to take care of in the office. Nothing too serious.”

“That’s good. Do you know when you’ll be back?” You asked looking at your boyfriend.

“Not sure, sorry sweet thing.” He replied with a sorry look.

“Don’t worry about it, J. If you’re both free tomorrow, maybe we can go on a date.” You smiled sweetly.

“That sounds lovely, красотка.” Nat spoke with a smile. Bucky nodded at the same time.

“Great!” You chirped, as you stood. “Breakfast was delicious baby.” You said moving to James and giving him a kiss on the forehead. “But the two of you have to start getting ready soon.”

“You’re right, doll.” James said copying your motions. “How about you help us shower, y’know, just to make sure properly ready for the office?” He added, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

“That sounds like a good plan.” Natalia said, moving to your front. “What do ya say, printessa?” She asked, running her hands lightly over your form.

You shivered at the feeling of her hands. “What are we waiting for?” You asked with a smirk.

It was seven when you’d finally made it back home. You felt exhausted as you dragged yourself up the stairs to your apartment. The only thing on your mind right now was a warm bath and some cuddles with your favorite people.

When you’d made it to your door, you were surprised the door was slightly open. Cautiously you walked towards the door, pulling out the army knife you kept in your handbag. You pushed the door open and felt your jaw slack at the sight of your home.

The placed was trashed, and that was putting it lightly. Your furniture was strewn across the place, most of it was broken, glass littered the floor, every picture frame was smashed and the pictures themselves were all torn. You looked around the room to ensure no-one was there before pulling out your cell phone.

You quickly punched in the number before stepping out of the apartment and shutting the door behind you.

“Hello, 911 how can I help you?” A voice queried into your ear.

“Uh hi, I need the police someone broke into my apartment.”

“Doll!” James shouted as he ran into your apartment, with Natalia right behind him.

“I’m okay.” You breathed as you were crushed into James’ chest. “I’m okay.”

“You’re okay.” He breathed into your hair, as Nat moved over to the police to see what happened.

“I know. I’m okay. I really am.” you said looking up James.

“I know.” He said, grabbing your face with two hands and looking into your eyes. “Do you know what happened?”

“They said it might just have been a robber, but why would they trash the place like this?” You questioned not daring to look back at the mess, that was your home.

“I don’t know doll, I really don’t.” He answered pulling you back into his chest.

The police left about a half hour after James and Natalia arrived. You’d brushed off James and Natalia's insistent coddling and insisted that all you needed was a shower.

“I’m fine, you two, really. I just need a shower I swear.”

You stayed in the shower long after the water turned cold. It felt good to have the mess, that was today, washed off. You turned the water off and as you were toweling off, you could hear James and Natalia arguing.

“We should tell her.”

“Why? What would the point in that be?”

“Because she’s in danger. We put her in danger. And she’s only going to be in more danger if we don’t tell her.”

“And when we do, how is she going to look at us? Could you stand looking at her, knowing exactly who we are and what we do?”

“How long do you think we can keep lying to her?”

“Lying to who?” You questioned as you entered the room in your towel. James sat on the bed with his head in his hands, while Nat stood across from him, arms crossed.

“A client.” Nat answered with a shake of her head. “We aren’t able to get what she requested but James here doesn’t want to tell her.”

“Oh, well, maybe telling her would be best. Lies are always exposed in the end. And I’m sure she’d understand in the end.” You said moving to your drawers and pulling out some underwear and pajamas for yourself.

“You always know exactly what to say, doll.” James said looking at you. “You always know how to help.”

“That’s what I’m here for.” You replied moving to sit on James’ lap. “I love you two.” You murmured into James’ neck.

“We love you doll.” James replied as he lied down cradling you in his arms, Nat curling in behind you.

“Always.” Nat added. The three of you laid there, murmuring to each other until you fell asleep.

It was a week after the break in and James and Nat were still on edge. The had installed new locks on the apartment, one was always at the café when you were on a shift, or if they were busy they made sure to text you constantly. You thought it was sweet, sure it was a little overwhelming sometimes, but otherwise it was sweet that they wanted to keep you safe.

You were sitting in the apartment, doing some odd jobs around the house when it happened. The door to the apartment bursts open and three, hulking, men ran inside. They wore all black and were armed.

“Shit.” You swore in surprise as they came closer.

“Don’t move.” One growled as they came closer. They came towards you slowly and when the first one came too close to you, you turned and punched him in the throat. You quickly followed that up by slamming your palm into his nose and taking his gun. You pistol whipped the man hard enough that he fell to the ground, unmoving.

You spun around to face the other two and cocked the gun in your hands. “Get the fuck out of my house.” You growled, staring down the remaining two. They both had a look of surprise on their faces when you too down their friend but schooled their expression when you turned to them.

“Not without you.” One said with a grim face.

“Just fucking try it.” You snarled. One made launched forward and attempted to knock the weapon out of your hands. You dodged to the side, whipped the gun out and hit him on the back of the head, he fell into the counter and before you could spin to face the other, a shot rang out.

You let out a cry of pain, as you fell to your knees and grabbed at your side where you could feel the blood pooling under your hands.

“Should’ve fucking known the solider and widow’s girl would be able to handle herself.” The man muttered as he moved towards you. Gritting your teeth, you scrambled towards the gun you dropped when the door slammed open again.

Three more people ran in, but they were different to the men. They were avengers. Captain America, Black Widow and the White Wolf, formally the Winter Solider. But there was something else about them that was different to them, specifically to the Black Widow and the White Wolf.

“Holy shit.” You breathed as you realized exactly who they were. Your Natalia, your James. Steve Rogers and Natalia ran forward to disarm and subdue the remaining man as James ran over to you.

“Doll, doll, look at me.” James said as he lifted you into his arms, ensuring he was clutching at your injury. You hissed but he didn’t move his hand only murmured apologies as he ran out the apartment with you.

“James, what about Nat?” You whispered weakly, as he made it onto the roof, were a small jet was waiting.

“She’ll be fine, doll, trust me. She’s the Black Widow.” He replied as he laid you carefully onto a bench. He lifted your shirt to look at the wound and made quick work as another man came over. Hawkeye.

“You never told me this is what you meant by security.” You said quietly, a loopy smile gracing your face.

“I’m so sorry doll.” Bucky whispered, grasping one of your hands tightly.

“S’okay.” You murmured before the dark spots became too many, and you drifted out.

You awoke to a steady beeping. You lifted your head to find yourself in a too white, hospital room. Looking down you saw an IV in your hand and your side wrapped tightly with bandages that were stained red. You were attempting to pull the IV out when another hand grasped yours.

“Don’t.” You heard as you looked up and saw James and Natalia. They both looked tired, but they held small smiles as you looked at them. You leaned back in your bed and let out a long sigh.

“So,” You began. “Are your names even James and Natalia?” You asked, turning your head to your lovers.

“Yes.” Natalia responded. “They’re our real names, but everyone else calls us Natasha and Bucky.”

“God.” You laughed as your eyes began to sting with tears. “How did I not notice?” You questioned as Natalia, or Natasha, grabbed your hand and James, Bucky grabbed your chin.

“Doll, we’re sorry. We wanted to tell you but,” Bucky started with a somber expression but was cut off.

“We were scared.” Nat interjected. “We were scared that when you knew who we were and what we did, you wouldn’t love us anymore.”

“I would never stop loving you just because of who you were. I feel in love with you because of who you are.”

“Do you hate us?” Bucky whispered, gazing at you softly.

“Of course not.” You smiled, clasping his hand and squeezing Nat’s. “I love you. Always have, always will.”

“We love you too, красотка.” Nat said with a beautiful smile. she kissed you first and then Bucky repeated her actions.

“Wait just one more thing.” You said pulling back slightly, with a small smirk.

“What is it doll?” Bucky asked with a slightly worried glance.

“Do I get to meet your friends now, or not?” You asked smirking. The two looked at you for a minute before laughing, loudly.

“Of course doll face.” Bucky responded with a smile.

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My One, My Only, My Guardian…

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[pt.3] (???????????????)

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“Uhm… Guardian?”

The exo grumbled, tugging her jacket over her shoulder.

“Guardian, I-I don’t think-“

“Neit’er do I. Let me sleep."

I whimpered and rattled in my shell. This.. wasn’t how I expected this to go. Granted, I don’t really know what I expected. But it sure wasn’t this.

“Guardian-“

“Mot’erfucker!” my Risen sat up abruptly and glared at me, which is possibly the most terrifying sight in the solar system. “Why do ya keep calling me ‘Guardian’, t’at isn’t my name, ye little gobshite.”

“Y-you remember your name!”

“Yeah? Who teh fuck doesn’t?”

“Well, n-normally after resurrection, people don’t really remember, well, anything of their past life. Mostly because they’ve been dead for so long, the memories have deteriorated, a-and just generally stuff gets lost in the resurrection process…. W-whats your name, Guardian?”

My Risen stared at me, her glare still in place, but a little less… glare-ey.

“Guardian?”

“Lets just stick wit’ ‘Guardian’.”

“Oh! We-well, that’s okay. The past isn’t important, what’s important is the here and now, and the future we make together!”

“Toget’er?”

“Oh, right, uh, the basics. Take a seat, because this is a long one-“

“Oh no,” my Risen grumbled. “Can we get somewhere else first? I’m not likin’ teh vibes of t’is place. Too out in teh open.”

“Good idea – I-I don’t like the, uhm-“

A distant rumble of pykes made us both tense up.

“Did you just fart?”

“No, that’s Fallen. We need to get somewhere and hide. You’re not prepared to fight them yet.”

“Yet?”

“That’s part of the long explanation I’ll give you. Hold still.”

I moved towards my Risen, who flinched as I did. I hid away – it was strange, almost natural. I just. Faded away. Like a ghost.

Maybe that’s why we’re called that.

“What teh fuck-“

“I’m still with you, don’t worry. I won’t ever leave your side, Guardian.”

“Full offense, floaty marshmallow dude, yer freaky as shit.”

“Ow,” I winced. “It’s.. that’s fine, I’ll explain everything later. It’ll all make sense then!”

“Pinky promise?”

“Not enough time. Run!”

My Risen scoffed, throwing her hands in the air in frustration. She looked around the area quickly, almost not giving any thought before she ran towards the nearest building.

“Not a good idea, head the other way. Away from the pykes.”

“Yer shitting me,” she instantly turned heel and bolted in the opposite direction, fixing her clothes as she went. “Why are my clothes all fucked?”

“You were dead a long time. Also, I may have messed them up while unburying you.”

Her voice snarled as she hopped along on one leg, tucking her pants into her boots, “I was fuckin’ buried?”

“Uh, yes.”

“Well t’at’s just grand!”

After a hilarious show of tumbling through the streets towards the outskirts of the city, tripping over every possible piece of rock, rubble, and scrap imaginable (all while spouting all manor of unsavory and… just in general things I refuse to repeat on principle), my Risen was able to run far from any place the Fallen would think to go.

“We should find a place to hide.”

“Tell me what I don’ know.”

“You’ve been dead for centuries.”

“On me ass I was.”

“You were.”

“What year is it?”

“I… actually don’t know.”

“T’at’s sad, Marshmallow Dude.”

Not sure how I feel about that name. On one hand, I’m insulted, but on the other, I feel like screaming and flying around in circles from happiness because its... so nice to have a name of my own. Marshmallow...

My Risen eyed the nearby houses, slowly stalking through the streets, like she was hunting for something. She had a very tough walk, radiating a confidence and swagger I don’t think I’ve seen before. She didn’t seem to care about being subtle. It.. it was kinda cool... just a little...

She turned on her heel very suddenly, half-jogged towards a house that, despite the half caved-in roof, seemed relatively untouched in comparison to the previous buildings we passed by. She peered in the window.

“I can see if the doors unlo-“

She smashed in the window with her elbow and climbed in.

“Or.. you could do that.”

My Risen slowly walked through the long-abandoned living room, taking a brief look around before peering up through a hole in the ceiling. I came out of hiding and flew up, giving the upper rooms a quick scan.

“Looks like the floor in this room caved in a while ago,” I called down. “But everything else still accessible. Might be something in here we could use to arm you.”

“Nice.”

“Stairs are due East, far corner.”

“That’s gas, ya have a compass, do ya?”

“No?”

“T’en can ya give me directions in ‘left-right-forward-back’ ‘cause I have no clue which way is deweast.”

Huh?

“Uh… towards the far wall from the window we came in, left, forward to the far wall then left again?”

“T’anks.”

A ruckus came from the stairs. Stomping, presumably from my Risen walking up the stairs, then a thump, and a loud swear.

“Forgot t’is is made fer short people.”

“Sorry?”

“Not yer fault, Marshmallow, unless ya built t’is place.”

“I don’t have hands.”

“No way, I couldn’t tell.”

I… giggled. She was funny! I couldn’t help it!

“Kay, well, while we’re looking – whats teh craic?”

I turned to the door, “What?”

“What- uh. What’s… up?” my Risen hobbled forward into view, rubbing the back of her neck as she leaned forward, the top of her shoulder blades dragging across the ceiling. I… did not realize how tall she was.

She has to be a Titan… has to be.

“Uhm. Nothing much? Well, actually, a lot. Like. Life changing a lot. I mean, I just resurrected you after searching for hundreds of years, after all.”

“Hundreds of years?”

“You’ve been dead for… a long time.”

“I was dead?”

“Uh- yes? You were buried, remember? Sorry, I-I thought the connection was already made-”

“Shit.”

“I-I know that can be kinda scary to hear, but just, uhm, just don’t think about it! I mean, you’re alive now, and that’s what matters.”

“Wait, so are you some sort of like… I dunno… t’ingy t’at resurrects people?”

I shook with excitement. This was one of the things I have been waiting for, for so, so long….

Did not expect it to be in a decrepit house with my Risen stuck in a doorway and pinned between the ceiling and floor like an oversized doll in a toyhouse, but who could expect that?

“In a way. I’m a, uh, thingy that resurrects you. I’m your Ghost.”

My Risen stared blankly at me.

“There are a lot of Ghosts. Hundreds, thousands, maybe even millions of Ghosts. Each one was created by the Traveler to find their chosen, their Risen, so that they can protect humanity from the forces of darkness.”

“T’is sounds like a plot to some sort of epic fantasy game.”

“It-“ I paused. “It kinda does, but it’s reality.”

A thousand different expressions crossed my Risen’s face.

“You’re my Risen, my chosen, my Guardian of Humanity. Ergo the whole.. calling you ‘Guardian’ thing. You wield the Light to combat the darkness, and I’ll be right by your side the whole time!”

“T’is really does not sound… real.”

“It is really, really real,” I said. “Oh! Also I can resurrect you if you die again, so don’t worry about that.”

“I-“ my Risen put a hand to her forehead. “Give me a moment.”

“Sure thing.”

She took several deep breaths, drawing invisible lines in the air with her free hand, “Wait, what’s teh Traveler?”

“I’ll show you once we get back to the city.”

“’T’ee’ city?”

“It’s the Last City, protected by the Vanguard and the Guardians, built under the Traveler.”

“Oh so t’is is like a zombie apocalypse t’ing.”

“Not.. not entirely.”

She gave a ‘hmph’ in response and glanced down the hall, then headed right. I hovered just behind her, staring up at the back of her head. Her hands moved slowly, gently grazing over everything in her reach, curious eyes studying every detail down to its finest grain. We came upon a spot where the wallpaper was coming off the wall in thin sheets, and she ripped a piece off without so much as a second of hesitation, ducking into the room just after. She turned the piece over in her hands as she paced about the room, picking pieces off like flower petals, them spinning and twirling as they fell from her fingers like leaves from a tree when the weather starts to get cold.

As the last bits of the wallpaper fell to the ground, she started to look at her hands. Flexing each one of her fingers in order, waving her hands in front of her face as if they were some sort of alien object she had just discovered.

I wonder how she’d react to real alien tech... It might be funny. But this? It was just. Fascinating to watch. I couldn’t describe the feeling. Relief? Adoration? For a moment, I forgot where we were. What we were doing. I was completely distracted by the sight of my Risen, watching her take in all the sights and sounds and feelings as we slowly walked through this abandoned house.

We’d have a house together, soon. Like a itty bitty one that Guardians get given. I’ve heard they’re really cute... I wonder what ours will be like. We can grow plants! Maybe those flowers I wanted to pick her? Do you think she likes red flowers? No, pink? Yellow? Red. She seems like she likes red. She has red-liking energy.

My Risen halted at the window. She inspected her clothes, running her hands along every seam and through every pocket, head rising as she gradually turned to look out though the warped glass. The dim light from the cloudy-day sky surrounded her silhouette, the dust in the air dancing through the beams of light. My shell twirled and I sighed.

My Risen…

Her head suddenly snapped to the side. I couldn’t make anything out, save for her bright, teal eyes staring at me from the pitch darkness of her silhouette. I fell to the ground like a rock, stunned by a wave of fear.

“What? What is it? Is something wrong?”

“Lightbulb,” she said, shoving her hand through the window and pulling out the window’s vertical cross section.

And that was all she said for the remainder of the hour as she ferociously assembled what looked to be a staff, with shards of glass and broken wood hastily attached via all manner of tape an knots. I wasn’t exactly sure where she found the tape. She claimed it was in the drawer of a nearby dresser, but I wasn’t too sure about that. I didn’t notice her finding it at all. The whole time, I sat in just. Complete awe. The fact she came up with this, seemingly on the fly, astounded me.

She really was the perfect Guardian.

“We should get you to the Last City,” I said, still only half aware of what was actually going on.

My Risen grunted in response.

“It’s not too far from here, a week’s travel by foot, maybe.”

She twirled the staff in the air, presumably testing it to see what needed to be fine-tuned.

“If we grab ourselves some sort of vehicle that was a least a little functional, that could be brought down to a few days.”

“If we could get a plane it could be a few hours.”

“A plane?”

My Risen pointed to the collar of her jacket. I lifted myself off the ground and hovered closer, inspecting the spot. There was a rusted metal pin, seemingly in the shape of a bird of sorts. At the very least, it had wings.

“It’s.. a bird? Winged thing? What about it?”

“Wing t’ings means I used ta be a pilot. Not sure what kind, but t’at don’t matter. I could probably fly a plane. Planes are fast, right?”

“How do you know that?”

“Know what?”

“The- the pilot thing. The wings could mean anything! And even if you were a pilot in your past life…” I spun my shell anxiously. “What makes you think you can fly a plane in this one?”

“Well, what could happen if I fuck up? I die? Ya just said you can revive me.”

“That-“

Oh no.

She’s clever.

My Risen slammed her staff against the wall, it - remarkably - stayed in one piece as it punctured the wall with a watery thunk. I shivered at the sound of her resulting cackle.

“Here’s teh plan, Marshmallow,” she propped herself against the staff and climbed to her knees, looking down to me with wild eyes. I could tell: she was ready for an adventure. “We’re in a big city. We wander I fer a bit, pick up a zoomy boy and fix it up real quick, use it to find a place wit’ planes er somet’in’, ‘cause big cities always have t’ose. T’en we nab one of t’ose big boys, I get us in teh air, and you give me directions to t’is Last City place. T’en, boom-“

“We crash?!”

“Hell yeah!” she stood excitedly, slamming her head against the ceiling, causing dust to poof out of it in thick clouds. She winced, instantly hunching over and placing a hand on her head. “Fuck!”

“Careful!”

I bolted to the air and scanned my Risen, squeaking with worry. I healed whatever damage she sustained.

“Let’s get outta here. I wanna fly a big boy.”

“You’ll fly a big boy eventually, but let’s take it slow, okay? There’s still Fallen… and I just resurrected you.”

“I have t’is pole, t’ough.”

“They have guns.”

My Risen stared at me.

“Lots of guns.”

“So I gotta steal teh guns.”

“I- You definitely could, yeah, if you could get to them.”

“I’ll get to t’em.”

“What makes you think that?”

“I said I would, and when I say I’m gonna do somet’in’, I do it.”

I chirped and spun my shell, staring at my Risen as the illuminated dust floated about her. She’s amazing, “Before we go-“

“Ya.”

“I just want to say: I love you, you’re amazing, and we’re going to get that big boy.”

“T’at’s the spirit!”

#Gordon #Alix #long post #gordon: so heres the plan #alix: uh huh #gordon: they have gun #alix: ya #gordon: i TAKE gun #alix: yep okay #gordon: ... profit???#alix: traveler still my beating heart shes the one #also enjoy this chaotic garbage im not planning a thing #my keyboard goes slap slap slap and i just make sure it's coherent #but thats the Gordon Way and I would not give her anything less

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cuzloki · 4 years

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Right Place, Right Time

Requested by: @kaylamarie306-blog

REQUESTS OPEN

‍Steve Rodgers x Reader

Prompt: alternate universe; reader and Steve were once engaged. They grew up in the same town and have known each other for ages. When their engagement is called off, suddenly years later they meet again.

A/N: I got more writing done tonight than I thought I would so I'm going to post this in atleast 2 parts. I love getting feedback on my writing too because I'm new to this! Please feel free to comment or send me a message

Part 1/?

ENJOY!!

It had been 3 years since y/n saw Steve. The last time you saw his blonde, perfectly messy hair matched with the deepest blue eyes you could ever imagine. Now he's standing in your aunt's house on Christmas day. I guess going back to where it all began might help sort out your racing thoughts.

Y/n and Steve grew up together in a small town in the middle of no where. Farm country no where. Your family had owned a ranch, complete with cattle and horses. They had gone to school together since they were 3 but never really interacted or gave each other the time of day. That is until the summer when y/n turned 17. A beat up blue pick up truck pulled down the little dirt road to your house. Y/n was in the middle of feeding the horses. The truck was unfamiliar and got your attention as she grabbed a hay bale and tossed it into a wheel barrow.

A tall, muscular blonde in jeans and boots stepped out of the truck. He was beyond handsome in every sense of the word. You looked up at him, pretty certain he didn't know you were there. Much to your surprise, he smiled and waved at you as he walked up onto your porch and knocked on your front door. Your dad answered the door and they went inside. You were confused by this handsome stranger but went back to feeding the horses. You were in a paddock with your horse Gunnar when you dad and the stranger came out. "Y/n, you've met Steve Rodgers haven't yea? You've been in the same classes for years!“ your dad asked you as you pulled your work gloves off and shoved them into your pocket. You gave the stranger, now identified as Steve, a once over releiving that you did in fact know him. Steve reached his hand out towards you " Hey y/n! I don't think we've met formally but my name is Steve. Nice to meet you!" you politely shock his hand and gave him a shy smile. " I've definitely seen you around town!" y/n giggles, knowing full well that everyone knew everyone in this town.

As it turns out, Steve started working on your family ranch. He ride the horses, cleaned the stalls, roped the cattle, etc. You had both become friends rather quickly. Being the same age and having a lot of the same interests, such as animals and art. Things changed one Saturday night. The animals were all fed and you offered to stay out and help Steve get all the animals settled for the night. " Everyone is where they belong. Fed and happy" Steve reports as he puts a pile of buckets down next to you as you were resetting the grain for the next morning. " They must love you now." you teased rolling your eyes at him with a giggle. There was a comfortable silence between the 2 of you as you finished up the barn chores for the night. You had turned to turn off a set of lights, only to catch you foot on a random bucket that had been left behind. You started to fall, cursing your clumsy feet but before you hit the hard ground you were wrapped in muscular arms. You opened your eyes, noticing that you hadn't slammed yourself off the concrete and look up to meet Steve's blue eyes. "Careful doll. Don't want you getting hurt on my watch." he winks at you with a smile. You playfully wack his chest with your hand as you both giggle. "I'm fully capable of watching myself, thank you Rodgers" you commented back at him. You both seemed to realize at the same time that Steve's arms were naturally on the smalls of your back and your hand were just resting on his chest. Before you could even finish your own thought, he leaned his head down and quickly pecked you on the lips and seemed to scan your face for a reaction after. You put your hand on the back of his neck pulling his head back down to your height smashing your lips into his again. Only this time, it was clear to both of you that you were more than just friends.

Steve had become really close with your family working on the ranch for the past 3 months, so when you 2 started dating, your family was over joyed. I'm pretty sure they had a pool of how long it would take you guys to get together already. Your first date was a romantic trail ride followed by a cute picnic that Steve had made. You two just clicked. It worked. But you were 17 and he was 18. Was he your forever and always.

Fast forward a year, you and Steve have been together a little over a year and things were fantastic and they continued to be fantastic. Make out sessions turned into sex in the hay loft. Which more often than not was where you would both escape to.

You and Steve had been dating for 3 years now. You were 20 and he was 21. He proposed under a starry sky on a beautiful summer night. You were over the moon! Happy tears were spilling as you jumped on him and said yes a million times while he was spinning you both around. That night had been one for the books.

Fast forward 5 months into the engagement and that's where things get rocky. Y/n and Steve were picking out the venue, the flowers, the cake. Everything to the last detail was being throughly planned and prepared. Y/n and Steve had joined some neighbors on a cattle drive (A/N: for those who don't know, a cattle drive is basically a bunch of people on horseback moving cows from pasture to pasture so they don't kill all the grass in one or another or if they need to be moved for milking and what not. The horses are used to corral the cows. Super fun! Anyways...). Steve rode a horse named Patriot and you rode your horse Gunnar. The riding was so fun. Chasing after the calves who had driffed to far from the herd. You when after a calf that had ran up a hill behind some brush. You slowly got a rope around her cute little neck as you cooed at the baby animal. You got back on Gunnar and started trotting back to the group. What you saw stopped you dead in your tracks. There was a bleach blonde barbie type riding behind Steve on Patriot. What in the hell!? You were gone 2 minutes chasing a calf and your fiance somehow caught a cowgirl wanna be. As you got closer to them you noticed her hands snack around his waist, hanging on for dear life. You let the calf out of the rope and watched as it trotted back to its mother. You walked over to your fiance with a fake smile plastered on your face. "Who's the barbie doll, Steve?" you ask as you get closer to them. "oh hey hun! This is Bindi. She needed a ride back" Steve answered with a super innocent sme on his face. You knew him well enough to know he was just trying to be polite. You rolled your eyes and made a comment somewhere along the lines of not bringing a horse to a cattle drive being a real dumb blonde moment. Things only got worse when you got back to the ranch. You and Steve had put the horses away in their stalls and were taking their saddles off. Bindi was still there! Like a leach on Steve's side. You brushed Gunnar in his stalling,knowing you needed to calm down before putting your saddle away. Putting your saddle away meant walking by her. Deep breaths were taken. You finally decided you were calm enough and closed the gate to Gunnar's stall. You grabbed the saddle and turned the corner to the tack room. As you turn the corner, you drop your saddle on the floor with a loud thud. Bindi had Steve pinned up against the wall. Her lips locked on his. He immediately pushed get off upon hearing my saddle crash onto the floor. You start running towards your house. You make it inside your room and lock it in record time. Steve pounds on the door trying to get you to come out or let him in. You just curled up on your bed. Crying. Angry tears? Sad tears? Betrayed tears? How about all 3 at once. You knew he could hear you crying as he slid down the other side of the door, and sat on the floor against your door. "Please darlin' it wasn't what it looked like. Please let me in. Let's talk this out. Please. I love you y/n" Steve cooed from the other side of the door. You stayed quiet just needing time.

#steve rodgers #steve rodgers imagine #steve rodgers x reader #captain america x reader #captain america #marvel one shot #marvel imagine #marvel request #chris evans

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the--sad--hatter · 5 years

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Operation Little Cupcake (Bucky x reader)

Sequel to - The Cupcake Hostage Situation and The Cupcake Hostage Situation: Phase Two

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU, DEADPOOL & X-MEN

WARNINGS - Smut, Pregnancy, Swearing

“I think I might be pregnant.”

It shouldn’t have been scary, it should have been exciting. You were in a stable relationship after all. It had been over a year since Bucky had made his feelings clear, you were his girl, his and nobody else’s. It had been a year of stolen shirts and stolen kisses. You had kept the relationship a secret from the team as long as you could, not knowing that they all already knew.

That first night, when Bucky had hauled you through the corridors, Tony had sent the security footage to everyone. But the team liked to see you both sweat, sniggering everytime the two of you slipped into a closet thinking you hadn’t been noticed. Sam flirted relentlessly, even Steve got in on it.

~~~~~~~~~~One Year Ago~~~~~~~~~~

“So hows the heat in your room? It working ok?” Steve leaned on the kitchen counter to ask you, smiling sweetly.

“Yeah, you fixed it up nicely for me. Thanks Steve.” You said, biting down on a smirk.

“Funny thing is, it shouldn’t have been broken in the first place. Friday runs all that.” He said coyly.

“Huh, how about that?” You mumbled.

“You know doll, if you wanted to spend time with me, you could have just asked.” Steve said, winking at you.

You choked on your coffee, flustered and shocked by the sudden brazenness of The Captain.

“What?” You squeaked.

“Yeah, what?” Bucky asked, looking up from his newspaper.

“Pretty dame asks you to fix her radiator… Even I can’t miss a signal like that.” Steve told him, smiling warmly at you.

“I uhh, well, um…” You stammered.

“So, can I take you out to dinner tonight?” Steve asked you.

“No!” Bucky snarled.

“She can answer for herself Buck.”

“She doesn’t have to. I’m answering for her. No.” Bucky snapped.

“Why does she need your permission all of a sudden” Steve demanded.

“She… doesn’t. She can go, I just don’t think teammates should date, that’s all.” Bucky tried to cover.

“He’s right Steve, I mean, your already so worried about us all when we’re on a mission. I wouldn’t want to distract you.” You agreed.

“What makes you think you’re not already distracting me?” He shot back, smirking.

You hadn’t even know that Steve was capable of giving an intentionally sexy smirk, usually he was unaware of his sexiness. It was always accidental, natural, not weaponized.

“Oh god help us all.” You whispered in horror.

“So tonight?” Steve pressed.

“Hmm?” You asked distractedly.

“She’s busy tonight! She promised to help me with something, it’s a therapy thing.” Bucky said smoothly, so smoothly in fact that you found yourself wracking your brain and trying to remember what you were supposed to be helping him with.

“Well, some other time the.” Steve said disappointedly.

“Sure Cap.” You agreed without thinking.

As soon as Steve left the kitchen Bucky descended on you, pushing you against the wall.

“Why did you agree to that, you’re dating me.” He growled.

“I like having options. Why’d you ruin my chances with Captain America??” You asked indignantly.

He narrowed his eyes at you.

“You know, I’ve been asked out a few times over the last few weeks, and then cancelled on….” You told him.

“Is that so?” He said sarcastically.

“I know you’re the one who’d been sabotaging all my dates, what I can’t figure out is why.” You huffed.

“Because you are mine. You don’t go on dates with anyone else. Just me.” He dictated.

“Oh, are we going steady now?” You laughed.

“Damn straight.” He said firmly.

“We should probably stop hiding it from everyone then?” You suggested.

“Doll, they already know.” Bucky said, looking at you like you’d just asked him what 2 plus 2 was.

“I know, why else would Steve ask me out.” You giggled.

“So you went along with it why?” He asked lowly.

You answered with an innocent smile and batted your eyelashes at him.

“Minx.” He growled, pressing his body to yours.

He kissed you breathless, right there in the kitchen.

“Hey, we eat in here!” Sam objected from the doorway.

~~~~~~~~~~Today~~~~~~~~~~

As happy and steady as you and Bucky were, you had always kind of conveniently skipped over the whole baby talk. You were Avengers, you were busy and in danger all the time. Children just didn’t fit into the whole saving the world gig.

Except Clint managed it. So why couldn’t you?

First though, you needed to know if it was true.

“Ok Miss…. Stevie Barnes?” The doctor said, raising his eyebrows at the fake name.

“That’s me.” You said coldly, daring him to question it.

“Well Miss Barnes, let’s do a quick little test, see what we’re working with here.” He said, smiling calmly at you.

You took a deep breath. You could do this. No matter what the result was, you could handle it.

~~~~~~~~~~

He hadn’t seen you all day, he’d searched the whole damn compound for you but nothing. It was unlike you to just disappear like this and he was starting to get anxious. He was minutes away from calling Steve and assembling the team when you finally walked into bedroom, ignoring him and flopping facedown on the mattress.

“Where the hell have you been?” He snapped.

“Out.”

“Out where? I was worried!” He said indignantly.

“Why? Because I was out from under your supervision for a couple of hours?” You said sarcastically.

“Yes, that’s exactly why.” He said equally as sarcastically.

“I was having an orgy at a biker bar in Hells Kitchen.” You said, rolling your eyes.

“You think that’s funny?” He snarled.

“Yes, actually I think it’s hilarious. That’s why I said it.”

“What’s wrong with you today? You’re not usually like this.” He sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to you.

“I… Bucky, where are we going? What are we doing?” You asked, rolling onto your back to look at him.

“Going? Did you want to go somewhere?” He frowned.

“I mean us, as a couple. This thing… is there a point to it?” You asked.

“What kind of point? Doll, we’re together. We’re happy. You make me happy, that’s the point.” He said, smiling down at you.

“I do?”

“Yes. I didn’t think I would be this happy in my life but I am. You and me, we’re perfect. I wouldn’t want to change a damn thing.” He said seriously.

“Oh.”

“Oh? Do.. do you want to change it?” He asked, swallowing the sudden lump in his throat.

“No, it’s just… I was at the doctors today.” You admitted.

“Why? What’s wrong?” He demanded, suddenly on alert.

His hands were poking and prodding at you gently, like he could figure out what was wrong himself.

“Nothing, stop poking me you weirdo. I thought I was pregnant.” You said abruptly, shoving his hands away.

He froze, all the colour draining from him.

“Pregnant? He repeated.

“Thought. I was wrong.” You clarified.

“But, what, how?” He spluttered.

“Well, remember last month when we let Steve cook that weird stew and it made me sick? I threw up right after I took the pill and I dunno how these things work I sort of just trust the doctors when they say it’ll keep me baby free but I’ve been feeling run down for the last few days and I remembered that and I started thinking, what if? So I went to a doctor and he did a test and I’m not pregnant thankfully but it still freaked me out and I just kept thinking about how much you were going to freak out, even though I was the one who was freaking out and why are you looking at me like that?” You rambled, noticing the wounded look on his face.

“You thought you might be pregnant and you went to find out, without me?” He asked.

“Well… Did I mention I was freaking out?” You repeated.

“I should have been there.” He insisted.

“Hindsight is a hell of a thing Barnes. I should have maybe mentioned it, yes. But… freaking out!” You exclaimed, gesturing to yourself.

“I get it. Just, if something like this happens again, tell me?” He asked softly.

“Scouts honour.” You said.

“So… you’re not pregnant?” He confirmed.

“Well I wasn’t when I left the doctors surgery but after my day with the bikers, who knows?” You snorted.

“You’re still not funny.” He informed you.

“Well now, you’re a liar.” You pouted.

“You are however adorable.” He conceded.

“Yes, I suppose I am. Well noticed.” You said haughtily.

“You still feeling under the weather?” He asked in concern.

“No, I think I was just tired. I’m fine now.” You assured him.

“Good.” He growled lowly, a dark glint in his eye.

He made sure you paid thoroughly for your jokes about the bikers.

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Your pregnancy scare seemed to have awoken something in Bucky, something that was starting to concern you. It started with constant furtive glances at your stomach, when he thought you weren’t looking. Whenever he was stood behind you his hands would snake around your waist, folding over your stomach while he rested his chin on your shoulder. You woke up one night to find him spooning you, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your abdomen. He tried to act smooth about it, like there was nothing strange going on. When you walked into the kitchen and found him cradling a watermelon in the crook of his arm he panicked and flung it behind him, smashing it against the wall. You watched the red insides drip down the wall with a deadpan expression.

“I think you killed it…” You told him, shaking your head in exasperation and walking back out of the room.

When he started spending a strangely large amount of time in the reception, talking to Shelley the receptionist, you weren’t worried. You knew exactly why he was doing it.

“Hey Shelley, how’s baby Mark?” You called, wandering over.

Bucky looked shifty as you approached.

“Oh he’s wonderful, I was just showing Sergeant Barnes here the photo’s I took this morning. Do you want to see them?” Shelley asked brightly, proudly showing her phone to you.

You cooed over the photo’s of the little pink blob with it’s little tuft of hair and Bucky perked up, watching you curiously. His eyes narrowed and you could almost hear the gears in his head turning.

It took three more weeks before he finally made a move.

“Doll.” He whispered, shaking you awake.

“Bucky, it’s 3am… Unless we’re being invaded again, kindly go away.” You mumbled into the pillow.

“Doll, I want to have a baby.” He announced.

“No shit Sherlock.” You grumbled.

“What?”

“Bucky, I love you but you’re about as subtle as Mjolnir to the face.” You said, sitting up and switching on the bedside lamp.

“You knew?” He asked softly.

“I figured it out about the time you started asking Clint how he came up with baby names.” You said, rolling your eyes fondly at him.

“So what do you think?” He pushed.

“Well, it’s a big decision. You have to be sure about this.” You told him.

“I’m sure.” He said quickly.

“It’ll take a lot of work, a lot of planning. You need to decide who you want to have a baby with first, I mean what gal are you gonna knock up?”

“What?! You! I want to have your baby, I mean I want you to have my baby.” He protested, not noticing the shit-eating smirk on your face until after he’d spoken.

“You’re cruel.” He muttered.

“And yet you still want me to contribute 50% of my DNA to your spawn.” You said sweetly.

“I do, god doll, I really do.” He said emphatically.

“Are you sure Buck?” You asked seriously.

“Completely.”

“Ok, good!” You chirped happily, leaning down to fetch a huge binder from under the bed.

“What. The. Hell?” He asked as you dumped it on his lap.

“Well, I did some research. Everything from future home’s, to birthing methods. If we’re going to do this, we’ve got to do it right.” You said.

He looked amazed, gaze flicking between you and the binder.

“I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you too.” You whispered back.

He shoved the binder aside and pulled you onto his lap instead.

“My baby’s having a baby.” He said, his whole face shining with joy.

“Well, first you gotta put a baby in me, Sarge.” You snickered.

“Oh, I can do that…” He smirked, nuzzling into your neck and nipping at the skin with his teeth.

“But you haven’t read my research on fertilization!” You laughed.

“I’m more of a hands on learner.” He told you.

“I’m not even off the pill yet!” You shrieked as he rolled over so you were on your back, pinned underneath him.

“Lets call these practice runs then.”

A/N - I’m feeling a lil broody, and this idea fit in with the Cupcake series and fufills a few requests... So, let’s get pregnant!!!

#hattersmarvelverse #Bucky Barnes #Bucky x Reader #Avengers x Reader #Bucky fic #Bucky series #Bucky x You #Captain America #Captain America X Reader #Sam Wilson x Reader

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She’s got fire in her heart with smoke in her eyes. (1/?)

Summary: “Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” A new voice called as Stan’s eyes snapped open and both boys jerked their heads to see none other than Patricia Blum standing there.

She looked like a beautiful angel in her Derry’s cheerleading outfit.

“Why don’t you fuck off, Doll?” Henry bit out, turning his attention back to Stan who was looking at her in shock.

Suddenly Patty gripped her fist and swung forward, smashing Henry in the jaw. It caused the boy to topple over and hit the ground before his eyes snapped up to meet her heated gaze. Stan immediately turned around, but he didn’t move as Henry stood up with murder in his irises.

Pairing: Stanley Uris/Patricia Uris

Let it be known on record that Henry Bowers was the biggest asshole to grace the planet Earth. No, seriously, he was a royal piece of sewage that infected anyone he came in contact with.

And his target of the day? Stanley Uris.

Stanley hissed softly as Henry slammed his head against the locker, causing the younger boy to drop the books that were in his hands. They clattered to the floor loudly as other students slowly turned to face the scene, but no one did anything to help Stan.

“Well, if it isn’t the Jewish fag boy.” Henry sneers while tightening his grip on the back of Stan’s head.

Stan let out a gentle whimper at the feeling of metal digging into his face as he felt his entire body tense up. He silently pleaded for Henry to just leave him alone, but the look in the boy’s eyes told Stan that he was going to get the shit kicked out of him.

“Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” A new voice called as Stan’s eyes snapped open and both boys jerked their heads to see none other than Patricia Blum standing there.

She looked like a beautiful angel in her Derry’s cheerleading outfit.

“Why don’t you fuck off, Doll?” Henry bit out, turning his attention back to Stan who was looking at her in shock.

“You’re gonna fucking eat dirt for that.” He growled.

“What is going on here?” A male teacher came up, glancing between Patty and Henry when Patty looked to the adult “He was hurting Stan and then I told him to leave Stan alone! He threatened me so I hit him.” She explains as Stan and Henry froze.

“You little bitch--”

“That’s enough! Henry! The principal’s office. Now. You too, Miss Blum.” He comments as she looked to Stan who was watching them walk off with a dumbfounded expression.

“Stan, what the fuck dude?” Richie’s voice snapped him out of his daze as he looked to see his other friends all standing there. “I didn’t know you knew Patty!” He pouts when Stan reached down and snags his books.

“Because I don’t.” He snapped angrily before his face flushes. “I mean… I have classes with her, but… I didn’t… I didn’t know she knew me.” He explains softly.

“Well, it seems like she does. And she fucking clocked Henry for you!” Bev grins excitedly. “That’s a girl who is after my heart.” She swoons.

“Puh-Puh-Pretty sure that guh-guh-girl owns everyone’s hearts.” Bill points out, glancing at Stan who was still staring down the hallway.

“I’ll be back,” Stan comments before rushing off. “Why did you do that?” He asked Patty who just stepped out of the office.

“What do you mean?” She questioned, tilting her head and making her chestnut-colored ponytail flow off her shoulder.

“Why did you hit Bowers? Why did you get involved?” He asked when she started laughing.

“Normally people who get saved thank said person who saved them, but I guess you aren’t normal people.” She comments, earning a flush from Stanley. “I don’t know. He pisses me off and you didn’t deserve to get hurt?” She offered.

“I didn’t realize you knew my name.” He blurts out before mentally facepalming.

“What? Because I’m considered one of the popular girls? We have classes together…” She explains with a sigh. “Look, I just got a week of detention so can I skedaddle?” She asked, stepping around him when Stan stepped in front of her.

“Wait, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to assume. I just… No one except the losers actually cares to learn my name. It was just surprising is all. And… um… Thanks.” He explains, scrubbing at the back of his neck.

“You’re welcome.” She snorts softly before glancing at him. “What?” She questioned, quirking her eyebrow.

“I feel like I should repay you… I mean… I know that sounds dumb--” He’s cut off when Patty giggled.

“Alright, how about we hang out today? I’ll sit with you at lunch so we can discuss where we’re going?” She offers as Stan nods dumbly.

“Wait, you want to be seen with… us?” He questioned.

“Stan, I know all of your friends. Because I have classes with all of them.” She points out with a snort. “This isn’t some cliche movie where the popular girl would rather die than sit with anyone but her friends.” She comments. “But I really should get going. I have to get changed so I can head to class. See ya around, Bird Boy.” She tossed him a wink and rushed off down the hallway.

“Holy shit.” He comments out loud before glancing at the few students who were staring as he immediately turned around, bowing his head.

Stanley headed to class with a gentle smile slowly creeping up onto his face. He liked Patty a lot before she did that, but now… there was something about her. She had a fire in her that seemed to burn him in ways that made him want to be closer to her.

“Hello,” Patty grins happily before thumping down her tray between Bill and Stan as the other losers blinked for a moment.

“Sup Patty-cakes.” Richie grins, earning a playful eye-roll from her.

“Sup Bitchie.” She fired back as Richie snorts.

“And what brings you over to the cretin’s corner?” He pondered with a wicked grin before she glanced at Stan who was trying to read his book.

“I invited myself over. I hope that’s okay? I’ve been told you are all in an exclusive club.” She comments.

“Trust me. The Losers Club isn’t something to be proud of.” Eddie comments, taking a bite of his sandwich as Patty glances around.

“Why not? You all seem really cool. I mean, I’ve talked to most of you. Not all. Bill Denbrough right?” She turned her gaze to Bill who nods.

“Yuh-Yuh-Yup!” He grins as she grins back.

“I also know Ben from Art. I don’t talk to you much, but you are on the other side of the room and I think the teacher would chew me out if I tried.” She chuckles, earning a smile from Ben.

“So, Patty, why did you decide to invite yourself over to us?” Bev asked softly, glancing at Stan whose face was flushed.

“Oh, I asked if Stan and I could hang out. I told him we’d hash out the details at lunch.” She explains.

“Shit, get it, Stan the man!” Richie reached out for a high-five that only earned him a scowl from Stan.

“Don’t worry. He’s just jealous that a girl is talking to you and not him.” Patty comments to Stan who glanced at her in shock.

“Hey! That’s not true! I talked to your mom last night!” Richie grins before Patty swallowed thickly and looked away.

“Beep Beep Richie.” Stan snapped before unintentionally taking her hand in his own under the table to reassure her.

“What?” Richie frowns.

“Um… I’ll be back. I have to use the bathroom.” Patty murmurs before rushing off as Stan glared at the other boy.

“What the hell just happened?” Richie asked, glancing around to see the confused expressions on the others’ faces.

“Richie, Patty’s mom is dead. That’s fucking why she moved here. Why can’t you just learn to be fucking normal.” Stan huffed angrily as Richie’s eyes widened.

“Shit--I didn’t--I didn’t know, Man. She’s never said anything about it.” He assures immediately.

“Well maybe if you’d learn to think before you’d speak you’d know that,” Stan comments before glancing at Bev. “Hey, can you go check on her?” He asked as she nods before standing up and rushing off.

“Jesus… I didn’t… I didn’t mean to.” Richie comments, shrinking in on himself as Stan sighs.

“I know you didn’t, but dammit, Richie. You need to think before you open your mouth sometimes. Trashmouth or not. That was seriously a dick move. You’re apologizing the moment she comes back.” He points out.

“I will.” Richie held up his hands before glancing at the others who looked a little uncomfortable now.

Patty leaned against the girl’s bathroom door while her hands started to shake violently from the panic attack that was rocking through her. She felt like she was going to throw up, but she couldn’t move from where she was.

“Sad that you’ll turn out just like her.” A voice whispered as Patty’s eyes snapped open before she looked around the empty bathroom.

“Who… Who said that?” She demanded before hearing a chuckle.

“You know… in a ditch. Covered in blood…” The voice continued, sounding closer as Patty jerked away from the door to see where the noise was coming from.

“Whoever you are! It isn’t funny!” She spat before jerking at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes widened in horror at her throat slashed open with blood all over her sweater as she gasped. Her fingers brushed over her skin as she felt tears prick at her eyes before the chuckling grew louder.

“You could have saved her. You just chose not to. You hated her for what she was… and now? Now you’ll die just like she did.” The voice whispered when Patty heard something bubbling in the toilet.

She glanced back with a shaky breath to see blood bubbling up from the toilet as she slapped a hand over her mouth so she wouldn’t scream. She felt hands on her shoulders before she turned to see a clown towering over her with a wicked grin.

“What the fuck!” She cried, jerking away as he closed in on her.

“Patty?” A voice called before suddenly the clown placed a hand over his lips and slowly disappeared in the stall. “Patty, are you okay?” She asked as Patty watched in muted horror as the door close and the blood slowly bled away from her clothing like it was never there.

The door opened as Patty slowly turned her head to see Bev opening the door gently. The red-haired girl’s eyes widened when Patty suddenly hit the floor.

#Patty Centric #StanPat #We stan Stanpat #sassy stanley #Stanley loves Patty #Patty loves Stan #stanley uris x patricia blum #Patty is a cheerleader #She's a sassy bean #Richie and Patty are best friends #Pennywise is an asshole #Pennywise should have a warning #Mentions of deceased parent #Mentions of blood #Gore?#Patty is a flirty birdy

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i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend · 5 years

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Sexiled (Part 13/23) ~ Steve Rogers x Reader College!AU

A/N: HI lovelies! So since Endgame has come I thought I’d post some fluff. So here it is. I hope you enjoy. Half of this can literally be blamed on the video of Chris Evans partying which I cannot locate at the moment.

Summary: More party shenanigans. Bucky and the readers are BFFS.

Rating: T

Warnings: Language, underage drinking, angst? not really,

Word Count: 1894

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The dance floor grew crowded and when Steve excused himself to use the bathroom, you slipped out onto the deck. You weren’t surprised when the door opened a few seconds later.

“You okay, doll?”

“Yeah, just needed some air.” You told him honestly.

“You having fun?”

“Yeah. I am. Are you?”

“I am. Thanks to you. And two day shipping,” Bucky smirked as he leaned on the railing next to you.

“Steve said he wouldn’t tell,” you whined, already planning on giving Steve a piece of your mind.

“He didn’t. Order slip was in the box.”

“Dammit.”

He chuckled. But when he spoke his voice was serious.

“I appreciate it, doll. More than I can say.”

You looked up at him, smiling softly.

“You’re one of my best friends, Buck. I’d do anything for you.”

“I know. And the feeling’s mutual.”

He slung his arm over your shoulder noticing when you shivered.

“Do you want to go back inside?”

“Let’s just hang out for a minute. I like a good party as much as anyone, but it can be a bit overwhelming.”

“Did you want me to leave you alone?” he asked, suddenly realizing that maybe you wanted to be alone and he was intruding.

You wrapped your arm around his waist before he could get too far.

“Nah. You don’t count as people,” you shrugged.

“I’m taking that as a compliment.”

“You should.”

You both jumped when the door slammed open.

“So is she the reason you haven’t been answering my texts?”

“I told you to lose my number, Dot. And I meant it,” Bucky responded calmly, surprising you somewhat. “But since I didn’t think you would, I blocked you.”

“We had a good thing going. I know you miss me.”

“Actually, I don’t.”

“You don’t have to pretend. It’s just you and me.”

You made a face at her but didn’t comment.

“Dot, we’re done. Leave me alone.”

You felt a rush of pride as you watched Bucky handle himself.

“You’re going to come crawling back to me once you get tired of her. I don’t expect it to take long. She’s not even half the woman I am. You’ll get bored. Like Steve did. He and Sharon are real cute dancing together in there,” she gestured over her shoulder.

You rolled your eyes. You knew she’d say anything to hurt you.

“You didn’t know they were together did you? You were so pathetic pining after him. Glad you finally got some. Even if it was with my man.”

“That’s enough, Dot. Leave y/n out of it.”

“So how’d it happen? You two healing each other’s broken hearts? Does it make you feel good to be the rebound girl? Huh? Does it feel good to know he’s thinking about me when he’s sleeping with you?”

You scoffed at the remark.

“Come on, doll. Let’s just go back inside.”

“Oh so she’s your doll now?”

“I’ve always called her that,” he reminded her in a bored tone. “I call most girls that.”

“So I wasn’t special to you?”

She was baiting him but Bucky wasn’t having it.

“This is pointless. Let’s go.”

You held onto his hand as you started to move past her. You purposely kept yourself between the two of them which visibly infuriated her.

“You’ll be back. You’re nothing without me.”

That was the last straw. You spun back around to face her.

“Alright, enough. You don’t get to say that to him. In fact you shouldn’t be saying anything to him.”

“You know, Bucky really doesn’t like the girls he’s seeing to boss him around outside of the bedroom.”

“Get it through your head. Bucky and I are friends. Nothing more, but sure as hell nothing less. Friends are people who care about you for something other than your body in case you were wondering. We’re not together. But if we were,” you continued loudly, stepping in front of Bucky so you were toe to toe with Dot. The blood was pounding so loudly in your ears that you didn’t hear the door open. “I wouldn’t be stupid enough to let him go, because Bucky is a great guy. He’s not some guy you string along for two months and then treat like shit. He is sweet and thoughtful and the best friend anyone could ask for. And I’m sure it would make you feel better if you could look at me and find all my faults and say he’ll come crawling back, but he won’t. Because Bucky didn’t drop you for me or some other girl. He dropped you because you weren’t what he wanted. Which is putting it nicely. Because the truth is you’re not even close to what he deserves. And Bucky is smart enough and confident enough to listen to his heart when he knows something is wrong. Something I’m guessing you haven’t learned yet because Brock was fucking another girl earlier. Despite your cute couple costume,” you added smugly.

“You little bitch,” she snarled before launching at you with a feral scream.

Thor caught her by the back of her shirt before she got near you.

“Alright. Time for you to go,” Thor growled.

“You can’t kick me out.”

“It’s my house.”

Thor marched her away, while you stood there stunned. Steve hurried to your side, cupping your cheek to get your attention.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine. She didn’t even touch me.”

You covered his hand with your own, smiling reassuringly.

“Sorry I wasn’t here sooner. Sharon is really drunk and like threw herself at me. I had to get Maria to take her home,” he huffed.

You nodded, trying to repress an eye roll.

“You okay, Buck?”

He blew out a rough breath staring up at the sky, but he smiled nonetheless.

“Actually yeah. I’m way more over her than I thought. I didn’t want anything to do with her.”

“Good for you, man.”

Steve reached out and clapped him on the shoulder and his eyes traveled downwards, landing on you.

“That was a hell of a speech, doll.”

“Sorry. I know you had it handled. But she just made me so mad. I wanted to stand up for you. I’m sorry if I overstepped.”

“You didn’t, y/n. Come here.”

Bucky opened his arms and you wrapped your arms around his waist, under his cape while his settled around your shoulder.

“You deserve better, Buck. So much better.”

“I know that, doll. Thank you.”

“I love you, Buck.”

“I love you too.”

You held onto him for a moment longer before reaching out for Steve finding comfort in both of them.

The three of you stayed outside for another few minutes, trying to process the encounter. But the moment you stepped back through the door Thor harangued you into the flip cup tournament you’d promised to participate in.

“Okay, let’s get started. Carol and Steve are captains. Rock, paper, scissors to see who picks first,” Thor ordered.

Carol won best two out of three and got to pick first.

“Brunhilde,” she spoke a moment after she smashed Steve’s scissors for the second time.

“Bucky,” he announced confidently.

You shot him a playful glare for not picking you first, but you knew you’d be next on his list.

“Y/n,” Carol called.

Your eyes widened slightly but she winked and gestured for you to join her.

Steve looked scandalized as Thor joined him with a shrug.

“Really wasn’t expecting to be picked last at my own party,” he laughed loudly, clearly amused.

“You know I only pick winners,” Carol smirked.

“You might have made a mistake,” you mumbled.

“I doubt that. Have a little faith. You’ll go first and then if we have to Brunhilde and I will catch up.”

“Don’t worry, I’m a pro,” Brunhilde assured you, slinging an arm around your shoulder. “Let’s show these boys how it’s done.”

Their confidence was infectious and you soon were nodding excitedly.

“Let’s do this.”

Your confidence was not enough to win the first round.

You’d struggled on your first cup and lost time. Brunhilde didn’t even get to start her second cup before Thor flipped their last one neatly onto the table.

“Damn. Sorry, ladies.”

“It’s cool, y/n. No worries,” Brunhilde smiled at you and chugged the cup anyways.

The boys were still celebrating their win. You glared as Steve did a victory dance on the other side of the table. It annoyed you more that you found his sudden bro behavior oddly attractive.

“It’s not over yet,” Carol promised.

“Not by a long shot,” you agreed.

You mimicked Steve’s victory dance when Carol’s cup landed on the table flat while Bucky knocked back his drink. Steve quirked an eyebrow and his tongue poked at his cheek in annoyance, making you giggle.

“You can give up now you know,” you teased.

“You wish, sweetness,” he cooed with a wink.

Ultimately it came down to you and Steve. You were behind, but he failed once and you caught up and then you both failed. Finally, your cup landed upside down while his landed, teetered, and then fell to the floor.

You cheered high-fiving your teammates.

“I see you haven’t forgotten everything I taught you.”

You whirled at the familiar but nearly forgotten voice.

“OH MY GOD, SKYE!” You squealed rushing over to hug her.

“OoF,” she chuckled as you slammed into her. “It’s good to see you, y/n.”

“It’s good to see you too! What are you doing here? Wait do you go here? How have I never seen you?”

“Yes,” she chuckled at the rate the words spilled out of your mouth. “I go here. I’m friends with Sif,” she pointed out the girl you always saw hanging out with Thor. She was a javelin thrower on the track team you thought. “As for not seeing me, I do spend most of my days in the computer lab.”

“This is so exciting. Oh my god,” you were still clinging to each other.

You noticed Steve and Bucky looking your way. You didn’t miss the way Bucky’s gaze was fixed on Skye.

“There’s some people I want you to meet.”

She followed your gaze to the two superheroes and smirked.

“Are all your friends so attractive?”

“Honestly, kinda,” you giggled as you thought about it. “But those two are the best there are.”

“You don’t say. I’m assuming the blonde one who’s been watching you with puppy dog eyes is your boyfriend.”

“Yes, but we haven’t told our friends. We’re seeing how long it takes them to figure it out,” you whispered.

“Got it. My lips are sealed. I can’t wait to meet him. Lead the way.”

You let go of her, but looped your arm through hers. When they saw you heading over they met you halfway.

“Hey, boys.”

“Hi, sweetness,” Steve greeted you, reaching for your hand reflexively. “Is this the Skye from your stories?”

“You kind of screamed her name across the room, doll,” Bucky spoke when you looked confused how he’d known her name.

“Oh, right. Yes, the very same. Skye, this is Steve and his best friend Bucky.”

“Nice to meet you both,” she smiled and shook hands.

“Pleasure’s all mine,” Bucky assured her, ducking his head slightly and offering his most charming smile.

You and Steve shared a brief look, smirking at the sight. This was going to be interesting.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed! I’m falling asleep so I’ll tag in the morning!

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #Sexiled #Part 13

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Why me?

Part 5- Surprise!

Riley is forced out of Cordonia unknowingly to her friends, and moves back to New York.

She is later faced with her past from Cordonia and is hiding a few new secrets. With the help from her New York friends and friends from Cordonia will she escape her current situation and find her happy ever after?

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Some Quotes belong to Pixelberry from TRR*

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Riley woke up late the next morning, the sun was blinding through the window. Her head was spinning. She rolled over to see him, but he wasn’t there. How could she be so stupid? Feeling like she used him herself, the guilt filled her head, it was just to get over her feelings for another man.

After showering, Riley decided to style her hair and do her make up. As she went over to her dresser she saw a note...

Morning beautiful.

Thank you for last night, I had a good time. I needed to leave for work and didn’t want to wake sleeping beauty up. I have to go to Boston tonight for a meeting tomorrow. When I come back, I’d like to take you out on a date if you want?

Just let me know.

Nate x

*******

Everyone in the palace, did their usual routine since the attack. They all had breakfast together waiting for any updates about the attack. This morning was different though, as King Liam was leaving to go to Dubai for a week, the itinerary full of meetings.

“Does anyone know where Bertrand and Maxwell are this morning? I wanted to speak to Bertrand regarding the council meeting tomorrow that I will unfortunately be missing.”

Liam looked at everyone- no one was speaking, just before Olivia responded.

“As I arrived at the palace. They were leaving. Said they had a meeting regarding their house and money issues. They seemed pretty upbeat though to say they should drowning in sorrow.”

“Okay. I’ll try and get a hold of Bertrand. Olivia, could you please update me on the council meeting. Then on my return, myself, Drake and Bastien will go to New York to try and speak to Lady Riley... if we can find her.”

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Of course the Beaumont brothers had admitted during the social season that Riley was a chance of restoring their houses reputation and with her leaving abruptly the story made sense- making nobody doubt it.

The Beaumont brothers arrived at Cordonia International airport, and awaited their flight.

“Bertrand, thank you for agreeing to this. She reached out to me of all people. I know Liam is going to go mental, and Drake will probably bury me alive if they knew.”

“Maxwell, she is like a sister to me, and I assume to you too. But no one must know where we are heading...”

“Wahooo... team Beaumont! The secrets safe with me......”

*******

Riley wasn’t due at work until later that night, and didn’t know what to do with herself. Nate had gone away overnight, Daniel and Lola we’re both at work. Desperately, she tried to keep busy, attempting to stop thinking about all her friends she had left, giving up on them because of one person having an vendetta against her.

She decided to go out for a bit. She pulled her hair into a ponytail, wiped the make up off and got dressed in a sports top and leggings, heading towards the subway to go to Central Park. For hours she jogged around, feeling unfit compared to what she used to be like, until finally collapsing on a bench. Her phone began to ring.

“Hey, where are you doll?”

“Lola, I think I’m dying in Central Park. I can’t run as good as I used to. I’m sweating, I’m so red, I need more oxygen! It’s never affected me before. I feel exhausted all the time. What you up to?”

“Well...... work has offered me a two day trip to California. So I thought you, me and Daniel could go clubbing tonight before I leave? And the Knight in shining armour can join if he wants?”

“Well, my knight is in Boston. But yeah sounds good. I’ll meet you after work at Kismet?”

Slowly getting up, feeling cramp run through her body, Riley decided to head back to the appartment doing a de tour via the Dive Bar.

*****

Riley stumbled through the door of the Dive Bar, and dragged herself up to the bar.

“Daniel! I need something strong! This damn cramp!”

“You better get well for tonight! Lola intends on it to get messy!”

“Uhh, I’ve got to get through a shift first.”

They both chatted, already dreading the hangovers they were going to have tomorrow. Lola was the kind of friend who would hold your hair when your head lingered over the toilet whilst projectile vomiting after too much alcohol consumption. But it was her fault you would get in that vulnerable state as she was the kind of friend who never excepted the answer “no” when it came to a night out on the town. Riley had had a few too many drinks and needed to sober up before work.

She said goodbye to Daniel and was about to leave when she thought she was hallucinating...

“Waitress steaks for the table.”

She turned around, and saw him- almost believing this was a dream.

“The closest thing we have to filet mignon is the deluxe burger”

Riley responded, remembering what she said to them that night, the pure disappointment on Tariq’s face.

“We’ll be fine with a bottle of whiskey .... and four deluxe burgers.”

They both said in unison, before both giggling and hugging each other.

“Little blossom!”

“Max! What are you doing here? Oo god. Who are you here with?”

“Ri, don’t worry it’s just me and Bertrand. He’s at the hotel checking up on emails and the boring noble things. I had to come and see you. You hung up on me!”

“Technically I hung up on Drake. Just hearing his voice gave me the closure I needed from Cordonia.”

“Closure? What do you mean? We want you to come back! We all miss you. Even Olivia, and that’s really saying something!”

When Maxwell said this, Riley’s heart slowly broke into tiny pieces. He deserves the truth she thought.

“Oo Max. I’m really sorry I never said goodbye. I’m due at work in two hours. Come along with me if your free and we can catch up?”

*****

Riley took Maxwell to the apartment in Inwood.

“Welcome to Daniel’s crib, it’s not much. The rent is so expensive everywhere in New York. Make yourself at home. I won’t be long.”

Riley went to get dressed into her uniform. The uniform consisted of a cropped top and shorts. At times she was grateful for this as it got too warm behind the bar.

Maxwell looked around admiring the apartment. It was small, but had a large open-spaced lounge area. He was eager to speak to Riley, to ask why she left abruptly but didn’t want to force it. In the back of his mind, the thought of her mentioning Constantine was still lingering. They didn’t have a close relationship due to him being the reason for why all the drama occurred, so why would he be mentioned by Riley? He could see the panic on her face when she asked who he had come all this way with.

“So....” Maxwell said nervously rubbing his the back of his head. Riley interrupted before he could continue.

“Max, I should have never come to Cordonia. This is home. This is who I am. I’ve broken too many hearts, and my heart is breaking every time I think about you all and Cordonia..... if it wasn’t for that night.... I wouldn’t have been blamed. I wouldn’t have left you all. King Father... he... he... hurt me, blackmailed me. I was scared. I was scared for you all. The truth is Max, I left to save Drake’s life. And for the safety of you all. I will always treasure the memories with each and everyone of you. But parts of the last few months were the biggest mistake of my life- I hurt you all. I am trying to move on and rebuild my life again.”

“Ri, we don’t blame you. Everyone misses you. Besides who is going to smash the champagne open in the most unique ways with me at the Beaumont Bashes? We bossed it! You and I - the A team!”

“Max I’m so sorry. It doesn’t matter what everyone thinks! King Father hurt me and exiled me, demanding for me to never return! That is it. I left with my heart shattered. And as long as that man is still alive I can’t return even if I wanted to...”

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Baby Girl, Please...Forgive Me (2/3)

A/N - After writing this part up, I’ve realized this needs a third part ^v^ This one’s a bit longer, which a long voicemail by a certain someone at the end. There will be a third part coming out soon!!

For - @iwritewwe

Characters - Roman (phone, mentioned), Bayley (phone), Hunter (phone, mentioned), Alexa (phone), Reader, Georgia (Reader’s cousin/OFC)

Pairing - Roman x Reader (broken up at the moment)

You returned to your hotel room. After that incident in catering, there was no way you could stay in the arena. You know you worried a lot of people there, but you would deal with their concern when you were calmed down. You scrolled through YouTube, hoping to find a video to help you cheer up a little bit. But after a while, you threw it across the room when phone calls kept appearing on the screen. 8 out of 10 of them being from your now ex-boyfriend, Roman Reigns.

Tears were still streaming down your face, surprisingly. Oh, how you wished you would stop crying. You actually thought he was the one. That Reigns wouldn’t be like all the other boyfriends you’ve had.

Your mind wandered to Hunter. You had ran into him on your way out from catering. You slightly winced in slight concern, because you knew how he could get when he was furious at someone for hurting you. Despite hating Reigns with whatever’s left of your shattered heart, you hoped that Hunter wouldn’t hurt him too bad. Reigns just better be lucky this isn’t the Degeneration-X era of Hunter….

Though you wouldn’t mind seeing what would happen if DX were still together….

You were startled out of your wandering thoughts from a knock on your door. ‘Please don’t be Roman.…’ you prayed over and over as you waited. The knock came again.

“Hey, doll! It’s me, Georgia. Came as soon as I heard. Please, open the door,” came the voice of your cousin.

With whatever strength you had left, you stood and went to open the door, the hotel’s blanket wrapped tight around your body. It had brought some comfort with its warmth. You seen Georgia with a small, sad smile on her face.

“Hey, Gia.. You didn’t have to come all this way. I would’ve managed…somehow..” you lied.

“(Y/N), don’t you dare stand there, red and teary-eyed with puffy cheeks and lie to me. I know you, and I know you’re hurting. Come on, I brought some ice cream.” You looked down to see a bag full of goodies, and you smile slightly. Georgia did know you very well to know that you craved sweets when you’re depressed.

Georgia saw your phone on the floor next to the wall and shook her head. “Please tell me he didn’t call repeatedly and sent bajillion texts…” she huffed.

Your silence was the answer she needed.

*Switch to Georgia’s POV*

'This bastard’s better have a huge apology. I know he loves her and all, but what he said just crossed the line.’ I thought as I unlock (Y/N)’s phone and scroll through the texts she’s got.

RR - Baby girl please answer my calls

RR - Please

RR - I’m sorry

RR - I know you’re crying

RR - It’s my fault, but baby doll, please. Talk to me

B - You okay??? You just left all of a sudden

B - Please, talk to me. We’re all worried

B - Hunter just told me what happened. Roman’s in his locker room. Think he’s destroying stuff out of anger and sadness. At least talk to me

AB - I CAN NOT BELIEVE THAT F****ING BASTARD SAID THAT CRAP TO YOU!!!

AB- You DESERVE that championship belt, (Y/N). I was, and still am, honoured that I lost it to you

AB - Just say the word, and I’ll kick his Samoan ass for you. He won’t be able to sit for a month!

AB - You’ve probably cried yourself to sleep. I’ll come by in the morning with a bunch of sweets.

HHH - Sweetheart, I know you’re upset, and probably will be with me, but just know that I’ve dealt with Reigns for you. At least talk to him.

HHH - He’s devastated. Never seen a man just stand and take a bashing like Roman has. He hasn’t even tried to defend himself.

HHH - Just…give it some thought, okay? And if you do talk to him, might wanna take some pain meds for him.

RR - (Y/N)….

RR - I…I can’t believe I’ve said all that to you…please…at least listen to this one voicemail. I’ll leave you alone now until you want to talk.

RR - And by talk, I am 100% certain that it’s going to be you telling me you never want to see me again.

RR - And I can’t blame you. I’ve destroyed you, and for that, I’m sorry.

RR - I love you, (Y/N). Goodbye </3

The last few were sent in the past minute, and then a phone call appeared. Since he said something about a voicemail, I let it ring. I glanced up to (Y/N) to see her staring emotionlessly at the TV eating ice cream. The TV was playing cartoons. After a few rings, the phone went to voicemail, and as promised, a voicemail popped up

*Back to your POV*

You felt numb after all that crying. You knew your cousin was going through your messages. But you didn’t mind. There was no way you would’ve been able to explain what happened without bursting into tears again. So you just sat on the couch, eating the neapolitan ice cream that Gia got you, and watched reruns of Tom & Jerry. You didn’t laugh though, not even when Tom was smashed against the wall by the piano, or even when Jerry had the strength potion and scared Tom.

You were so involved with eating ice cream and watching the cartoon that you jumped when Georgia placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey….I know you’re hurting, but I think you really need to see and hear this…” she said softly.

You crossed your eyes, a habit you did when you thought about something.

“Alright, fine. But it’s your fault if my depression gets worse,” you said, grabbing your phone.

“Yeah, I know. And I’ll take full responsibility. But this is something you need, (Y/N).”

You read the messages, starting with the one from Hunter first. You saved the ones by Roman for last, because you didn’t want to see those first. After reading them and giggling at Alexa’s texts, you finally tapped Roman’s messages. You eyes watered - you still surprisingly had some left - when you got to his last few. You’ve done a lot of thinking while you were crying and mindlessly watching that cartoon. But you weren’t sure you could easily forgive him for what he had done. You typed a quick reply to him.

Y/N - Roman, I’ve done a lot of thinking

Y/N - We can talk and see where it goes from there.

Y/N - Just please..Whatever happens, I will always love you, Ro. I’ll listen to that voicemail.

Y/N - Don’t do anything stupid. And please….clean up your locker room…can not tell you how long it took for me to get it the way it was!

You exited the messages and tapped the voicemail, listening to it. While you were listening to it, you felt your throat constrict with a choked sob. He sounded devastated, just like Hunter said. He sounded like he had lost everything. You dropped the phone when it was over, not believing your ears. You were not sure what to do. Should you forgive him, or should you end it?

“Baby Doll, I know I fucked up. And this will be the last you hear from me until you want to talk. I understand you’re upset, and I’m terribly sorry. I don’t know what has gotten into me, but (Y/N) none of it was true. I love you for you. I don’t care that you’re clingy. In fact, I actually love it, because I can dote on you more and more. I love the nights we stayed up and talked about nothing. I love the mornings when we woke up, and the first thing I saw was your crazy bed hair. I love the way your nose scrunches up when I kiss there. I love our movie nights, date nights, or just nights we would just lie in bed, cuddled against each other in blissful silence. I love your shining (E/C) eyes every time I look into them. I hate the fact that I made those eyes cry. I hate that I tore you down, after building you up to the strong girl that I know you always were. (Y/N), you are still that girl. Please don’t let one guy ruin it for you. I love everything about you. I just went the wrong way about finding a way to keep a little secret away from you. Babydoll, I was trying to find a way to propose to you, but I went the wrong way about getting you away. I let out all my pent up anger with Strowman on you, and that was wrong. You’re the one light in my life and I may have lost it. Just please know that you have every right to say 'No’ and leave me in the darkness. I’ve dug the hole. I don’t want to drag you into it. I love you, (Y/N). Forever and Always.”

#wwe roman reigns x reader #roman reigns x reader

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