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Imagine: the boys comforting you about your ex

Characters: Bucky and Steve

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Bucky:

The two of you were out at a coffee shop near your college campus. Bucky insisted on meeting you in between classes so he could see you before he left for another mission with the others. You were just chatting over coffee when you heard the door jingle, looking up automatically your eyes met your ex. Even though you were with Bucky, everything flooded back in that moment. You had seen him on campus but you both never looked at each other at the same time. You always kept your eyes low and ignored him but now, you couldn't avoid it. He was the first to look away. It hurt a bit that you cant read him anymore, I couldn't even tell what he was thinking. What was more confusing was why he was there, he hated coffee so why was he here. You didn't even want to know the answer, afraid he might be there for some girl. 

Bucky noticed your shift in attitude and looked where your eyes were locked. 

“Iv got to go” you told Bucky. “Im sorry”

 Of course, Bucky knew exactly who he was without you even having to say anything. He could see your face, read yours, and know there was bad blood between the two of you. You got up and left, leaving Bucky to follow and shoot daggers at your ex. Before you got to the door, you took one last glance and found him looking back. Bucky put his hand on your shoulder. 

“Come on Doll” you let him usher you out the coffee shop. When you got outside, you could finally breath again.You both moved away from the coffee shop.  

“Hey, it's okay,” Bucky told you as he wrapped his arms around you, letting you cry a bit into his shoulder. It wasn't that you were crying because you still loved him, it was the emotion of knowing he saw you, looked at you, and still dared to leave you months ago after everything. “He's an asshole Doll, he doesn't deserve you” “I know,  but at one point I thought he did. James…when does this pain end for good?” You asked looking up at him. 

“At some point it will,” he told you. All you can do is keep moving forward.” You nodded your head.

Steve:

Steve had always been your rock, even before the breakup with you ex. You always relied on him to help feel better. When the breakup was still fresh he was there for you, and still months later you knew he would be still. Both of you had your traumas from relationships and would haves. Steve never made you feel bad for talking about him or the feelings you were having, it was never something you had to worry about. So when your ex showed up in a dream, and everything reminded you of him through the day you knew who to go to. 

Steve was sitting at his desk, filling out paperwork from the last mission. You felt like breaking down the moment your eyes met his, he was up in an instant.

“What happened love?” He asked, holding you close.

“After all these months it can all come rushing back in a moment all because of a stupid dream,” you told him, “I just want to be done with these feelings for good”

“I know,” Steve said, holding you as you finally let your emotions crash over you. “These things take time and no one can tell you how soon to get over it”

“But what about feeling like you never will recover from it all?”

“Then just remember that better things are coming your way and he was never someone that could give you those good things. You have to move forward regardless of the feelings that still hurt you”

“Your good at giving speeches, but steve you suck at cheering somoen up”

“I'm trying my best here love,” he told you. “He hurt you, no one that says they love you would do that”

“It still haunts me” you told him, “but im doing my best to move on”

“I know, and I'm proud of you for that” Steve whispered, “Moving on is hard and you are doing it, regardless of how you feel today, or tomorrow, it's for the future you”

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Time | Steve x fem reader (Drabble)

Meeting Steve was like the wind shifted direction, and you could see again, but the winds had to keep shifting right. For a while, the winds worked in your favor, and you got to spend some time with Steve back in the 40s. Of course, things had to change, and he disapproved, and the war ended. The winds kept shifting.

You never truly moved on, always thinking you would see the love of your life passing you on the street in New York. Slowly, time passed, and more wars and men came and went. It wasn't until you were older that Steve truly came back, and he looked the same. 

For a while, that was your history, until it changed. Sometime in 1970, while you were working, you thought for a moment you saw Steve. Your heart started racing as your eyes met his blue ones. You stared through that glass at an older Steve, not the one who went away but one who had aged and seen things. He smiled at you, but by the time you blinked, he was gone. You waited and waited until Steve finally showed up on your porch.

“I'm home,” he told you, and your history changed.

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Remember | Bucky Barns x fem reader

a/n: this is a late-night ramble about our boy! enjoy!

Remembering had always been an issue for Bucky, even when he was the Winter Soldier he had a hard time even remembering why he was on a mission. When the brainwashing was over and Bucky was trying to put his life back together, remembering somehow became easy when you stepped into his life.

He started by remembering the ways you would wear your hair, then what you eye color was and how they shone in the sunlight, and even the perfumes you would wear. Bucky knew somehow which of them was your favorite because you always wore it when he would take you on dates. Bucky started remembering the foods he liked because they were yours most of the time too. He even remembered that he had a dog before the war. You had the same dog breed. He remembered the way Steve's house smelled when they were younger because your mother's house smelled almost identical. He even started remembering his dreams and the moments of his life that flashed in them. He would always roll over even in the middle of the night just to tell them to you, while you listened half awake. Things were better with you around and Bucky finally remembered why he liked it when you called him James. It reminds him of his mother and the love she had when she would say it. The biggest thing was that Bucky remembered to never hide things from you and that it was better to be open about everything so you could work things through together. Steve used to tell him the same thing. 

Bucky was a better man with you in his life. Even Tony Stark saw this the first time he met you. When things went wrong in Vienna and you were with Bucky, knowing he wasn't there, things got sorted out better than if you hadn't. Things got sorted and a few punches were thrown for friends, loyalties, and truths that came up, Bucky was happy to have you there. He was also happy he remembered how when things got overstimulating around you, holding your hand was one way to soothe your anxiety. It worked. Bucky was even prouder of himself when you told him you loved him because he knew he loved you too.

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Keep Her Safe Pt. 2 | Daryl Dixion x Fem Reader

PART 1: Keep Her Safe A/n: hehehe enjoy part two for those who want to know what Dary would do if you were hurt

Everyone wonders what Daryl would do to someone, or the world if you got hurt. It wasn't too long after you arrived at Alexandra where they learned what would happen. 

When you got back from the run, blood covering your arm and chest Daryl swung at the first person he saw with your blood coating their skin.

“You” He has said, pounding his fist into the guy's face. You were too weak to help and the blood loss barely let you stand up without one of the girls' help. Rick pulled Daryl off the man, he himself was also pissed about you getting hurt. 

“The hell happened?” the first question out of Rick's mouth, the man stuttered. The look of anger on Daryl's face was enough to make the man want to run. Daryl looked down at the knife in the man's pocket, your blood seeped out from the pouch.

“There was a walker, he freaked out and thought she got bit,” the girl said. Rick checked your wound realizing it was a nife slash instead of a bite. Your birthmark peeked out from your tank top next to the knife wound. “Her birthmark?” Rick asked. “He thought it was a bite,” you told Rick. “he's dehydrated and new he didn't know”

“Dont excuse it” Daryl said. “He almost killed her”

“I know.” Rick said. “Well deal with him” 

Daryl took you from the other girl's arms carried you to the health house and had you stitched up. Part of your shirt was ripped and hanging off you, leaving your bra to be the only thing covering you. The birthmark was red and bloody, leaving you with a long scar from it to your chest. Daryl sat on the steps of the house awaiting you. 

“I'm fine ya know,” you told him, causing him to jump up from the stars. He looked at your stitches. “Will make a cool scar don't you think? Can add it to the list” 

You had a few scars from over the year, Daryl always felt guilty for everyone you had. Your biggest one happened when the prison fell, leaving you with a gaping wound on your thigh stretching the entire length. You remember that night being the most pain you had ever been in, and Darly had to stitch you up while Beth was crying at the sight. There were other scars and near-death experiences both of you had gone through, and still, it never got easier for Darly to handle.

“I hate seein ya like this” he said. 

“D…” “Nah nah dont brush it off this time” he asaid, “ya keep”

“What? Living? Almost dying?” you asked. “Daryl, look at the world we live in”

“Your infuriating” he said stomping off into the street. The light in the sky was fading, the sun having started its descent into night. 

“Me? How about you? Punching him, yelling”

“I was trying to protect ya” “I don't need it” you told him turning him around to face you in the street. “I don't need to be protected, I can take care of myself. I just…I love you and if I get hurt I worry about how you react every time”

“I love ya too. Its why…i need to protect ya”

“And I need you to trust me” you told him. He lowered his head and nodded.

“I do” he told you sincerely.

“Then let me handle things. Ill let you know when ya need to step in”

You didn't know it but what everyone thought was that while you were tough and could handle yourself, you were off limits. No one was to threaten you or else they would have to deal with Daryl, and he loved it. He loved the fact that he had this effect on people and that he could protect you this way. He can stay out of your way, but he wasn't going to stop acting like if anyone touched you they were dead. He learned to be sneaky about his threats.

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Taken | Draco Malfoy x reader

plot: HP: HBP ramble

a/n: I'm watching the Harry Potter movies and I always remember how much I loved Draco when I was younger! here's a little ramble for ya!

You knew what Draco had to do, the task he got assigned. He had not kept it a secret from you, nor the countless other things that happened to him over the summer. His home was infested with death eaters and occasionally the Dark Lord himself. It scared you. The world's fate rested in Harry Potter's hands while yours and Draco's were meant to be stained with sins. That final year at Hogwarts was brutal, the knowledge that Darco was trying to kill the headmaster in any way besides facing him himself and that Harry seemed to have a keen interest in his affairs.

 

You were not a Gryffindor or Ravenclaw student; you were in Hufflepuff. Draco took a liking to you the first year, and you hung around him and his slithering friends. They weren't all bad, and most of their ideologies behind closed doors were different from what they showed. You loved Draco and he loved you. The relationship between you grew in the third year, and now the two of you knew it was the both of you to the end.

When Draco dragged you out of the astronomy tower after his failed attempt to kill the headmaster you knew you were being taken to the lair of the snakes. He had left the hospital wing with you in toe. You watched from behind him while he stood in front of the headmaster.

“Y/N…you joined Draco I see” He said.

“I love him sir” you told the headmaster, “Things are complectated now”

“I can see that. Loyalties are tested. Are you loyal to Voldomort then?”

“No sir. Just Draco”

“Hmm. A solid loyalty” The sarcasm and wonder dripped form the headmaster's voice. You knew he wondered how much you could trust the blond boy before you, but you knew better. Draco was loyal to you, and to his family, but he would do anything to keep you from harm. Staying with Draco was the safest bet for the coming war. When the others arrived, and Snape killed the professor you ran down the stairs with him. He gripped your hand tight, the look of despair and fear present on his face.

This war was going to destory everyone on both sides. 

Living in that home after what happened to Dumbledore was dark. The amount of death eaters and snatchers that travled in and out of the house made you uneasy. You kept yourself hidden behind the Malfoys, glued to Draco's side. With your wand in hand at all times, Draco would tell you to calm down. He was worried, you could see he was conflicted about the choices and path that had laid itself out for him. When you first saw The Dark Lord, you felt your soul hideaway. No one could be happy around him, the only emotion you felt was pure fear.

“Hm I see Draco has brought a girl home,” he said, walking up to you in the former. He held his hand out to you, wanting your left arm. You glanced at Draco, pleading.

“She shouldent take the mark my lord” Draco said stepping to your side, 

“Draco” Lucious hissed

“Calm down Lucious. If the boy wants to be responsible for her then he may” he spoke. “Your wife dosent bare the mark either Lucious, remember i am kind to your women” he told them. His hand outstretch twords you again, shakaly you gave it to him. He examed your hands. “Pureblooded Hufflepuff” he said nodding his head.

Draco stopped in when The Dark Lord walked away. You missed Hogwarts, you missed your life before the war. Your friends were dead or at Hogwarts, and you knew nothing about what Harry Potter was doing. You hopped he figured out how to stop the Dark Lord fast, you wanted the nightmare to end.

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Red Strings (Visualising)- Wanda x fem reader

working on trying to be more descriptive- did the same thing with Steve. this is based off a prompt from my story telling class!!

a/n: wishing they were real sometimes

slipping in the door you were greeted by the dark room with little light coming from the night light on Wanda's desk. causing a blue glow to cascade over part of the room. she never slept without it, scared of what lurks in the total darkness in her room and in her mind. you crept over to her bed, Wanda rolled over hearing you enter. a silent want for another person to be in each other's space was silently spoken between the two of you. you pushed the sheets back and crawled in, letting Wanda pull you close to her. you could feel her relax against you, sleep took the two of you soon after.

rest days with the two of you were always spent in each others arms. you two craved physical touch as a way to feel love and comfort. sometimes when Wanda was alone you would watch her, taking in her being.

She walked into the living room once night had settled around the campus. The lamps lit up the space in the living room, giving a comforting haze to the night. It was dusk, so the light had given the room a warm orange haze and the large windows in the room made everything feel alright at the time. Wanda's head turned towards you, her hair falling off her shoulder towards her face, the red framing her nicely. you could feel the tug of red on your body, the power of Wanda seeping into your body urging you to move toward her. you complained, her feet and body felt heavy under the influence. often she would do this, send a red link connecting you two urging you to get closer to her, you knew you could resist If you truly wanted to, break the red connection and walk away. she would always let you leave if you needed the space, but you never have.

wanda was your one comfort in the world of fighting and evil. She always knew the words to say to ease you, knew the ways her red strings could make your worries disappear. Wanda was your savior.

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Reading Nook (Visualization) | Steve Rogers & implied x reader

This actualy was an assignment in class and I kinda just started writing about Steve and what his life could look like behind the scenes! enjoyyyyy

He had a small house in Brooklen after he was brought back from the dead/out of the ice. The house was small with a nice living room and big windows. Hed often sit in the recliner by the window, reading old books he used to him high school or catching up on the news. It was often calming finding him sitting there on his days off. This wasn't Captain America, this was Steve Rogers. He lost so much after the war and after coming back so far in the future. Him taking these times to have moments of being himself again allowed him to feel grounded. Sometimes you would even find him drawing, sketching out funny scenes or even of the neighborhood. Many times it was of the older couples on the block with their spouses. It was a sweet moment that he would capture, and he would always leave a copy of it on their porch.  

The days he sat on the reclining chair, book in hand the light coming through the white curtains always cast a haze on him. He looked calm, at peace, no sign of worry on his face. This was your favorite moment. You would join him, sitting on the couch. You put your computer on your lap working on whatever work needed to be started for the week. These moments together would make him happy, he never told you, but he always smiled when you would sit with him, doing your own thing while he did his. These were the moments he wished he had not missed so much of.  

On the days Steve had to leave for a mission, he would always wake up early. He would glance over at you before slipping into the bathroom to get ready. He'd leave before you woke up and arrive days later after you had gone to bed. You would wake up feeling the dip, being back in bed and rolling over to see Steve's hair a mess and looking like a zombie. He wouldn't wake up that day, sleeping through until the next morning finding him back in his chair, The hobbit in hand.  

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How do you feel about nsfw? If you don’t mind it would you write nsfw headcanons/abcs for Daryl Dixon? If you don’t like nsfw (which is completely fine and understandable) maybe just headcanons of Daryl pining after naive reader? No pressure and please don’t overwork yourself. Remember that you always come first and that if you don’t feel like writing or creating something it’s completely ok. Thanks in advance! 💜💜💜

ABC| NSFW Daryl x reader

happy October everyone! a/n: i prob will write your other idea too, i loved both of them way too much!! You are so sweet thank you for your kind words omg!!! i love getting sweet messages from you guys! thank you for your support and for your request!! I know its taken me a bit to do school has been absolutely crazy busy! hope you enjoy!

HEY! THIS IS A BIT SMUTTY SO PLEASE READ WITH YOUR OWN REGARD AND IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 MAYBE DO NOT READ IT

A (Aftercare): Daryl is definitely the type to clean you up first and then put you in some comfy pjs before he even thinks about himself. I have a feeling this man would run down to get you water, naked, the moment you asked. 

B (Body part): Thighs, ass, boobs. I dont think this man would pick a favorite but if he did it would be those. He loves to worship all of you and make you feel like your a goddess in the body you inhabit. 

C (Cum): Like I said hes good a cleaning up wich probably means he likes to make messes aka making you a mess. 

D (Dirty Secret): Why do i feel like he definitely has a fantasy of him fucking you on his bike. I mean the man goes everywhere on his damn bike, why would he not want to please you on his favorite thing. (Hes thought about doing it on runs before and just pulling into the woods to do so) E (Experienced): He may know what to do but I think both of you found your way with sex together. While we all fawn over Daryl hes definitely the type thats not well experienced with girls but damn does he get good with you. F (Fav Position): i think given everything missionary is the way to go for both of you. Plus Daryl the type to only let a few in emotionally and then let you in, he definitely wants to see you when you two have sex. Hes not the degrading type. 

G (Goofy) : Daryl is serious in the moment, maybe a few giggles from you but hes all about pleasing you and making sure you feel good. Plus darly is really bad at telling jokes when he's not meaning too so, best to keep things professional

H (Hair): While his head hair is messy and long, Darly is good about keeping things neat, especially since he started this serious side of your relationship. He doesn't care at all how you look but he wants to make sure hes looking good for you, he likes to please. 

I (Intimacy): romantically Daryl is a pleaser. He wants to make sure everything he does pleasures you and makes you feel good. Course he doesn't mind at all when you do the same for him but most of the time he focuses on you. J (masturbation): Daryl doesn't have that much time to do things by himself with the way the community always needs help, or someone's lurking around that shouldn't. Plus when he does have time he puts that toward you.  K (kink): He's probably into bondage, choking, and whatever you are into. L (location): Darly likes doing it in your bed but he obviously also doesn't mind pulling over with his motorcycle or car and fucking you senseless in the woods. 

M (motivation): Seeing you fresh out or in the shower definitely turns him on. I think (he wont admit it) but whenever your out and you have to take on walkers, seeing you just fight you way through them definitely does something to this man. You protecting yourself and showing off how smart and strong you are is 100% a turn-on for this man. Oh and whenever you take charge in the bedroom would get him going for sure. 

N (no, hard limits): Anything that could hurt either of you, weapons being involved is a no-go. For Daryl thats strictly apocalypse work things and he wants to keep the bedroom free of weapons (even if you fighting to turn him on, doesn't mean he wants it involved). He wants the space between the two of you to be sensual and sexual not dangerous. being degrading is the only hard limit for either of you, daryl is not the type to do that because of how he was raised and who he is. 

O (oral): he 100% loved giving, anything to please his woman. He wont fight you if you want to help him but he much prefers doing you. 

P (pace): Depends on what the two of you are doing, but darly likes going hard and slow for you so you feel everything and feel your best. If he's in a horny mood and he wants you fast and to get you to come as much as possible he'll go faster and harder. 

Q (quickies): Days when the two of you are so busy or on the road are perfect for you two, even if you love the longer sensual times with each other. Neither of you hates them but spending longer amounts of alone time together is preferred. There have been times you were almost caught on runs doing it in the back seat of the car because you had been out for days. Those were not fun times almost being caught. 

R (risk): The only risk you two are taking is on runs getting frisky in the backseat after days and days on the road. Even before when the two of you would run off into the woods together because neither of you could take it any longer you always ran the risk of others seeing, hearing or finding you. No one ever does but there have been times its almost happened. S (stamina): Daryls got a lot of stamina, i mean he could go for a long time or even do you a few hours later and still not tire. I think you might be the only one keeping Daryl from fucking you all hours of the night. 

T (toys) : Usually no because well it is the apocalypse and no electronic toys work others have been sitting in shops getting dirty for years that the two of you make up, and honestly prefer it just being your bodies working. The only “toy” is probably the use of handcuffs, which Darly stole an extra pair from Rick once or twice for the night. He acts like he doesn't know but Ricks is fully aware. 

U (unfair, teasing) : Daryl loves teasing you on runs, in public or even when he really shouldn't. Most of the time you wait till you get home to make him fuck you all night but there are times you just can't handle it and make him find a spot to put the teasing to real life. 

V (volume): When you're alone in your house in Alexandria you typically don't have to contain your volume but the two of you have become so used to being quiet that normally your voices don't rise very loud. In any circumstance the two of you had on the road made it so you learned how to be shit up by Daryl. W (wild card):  I think Daryl has fucked you on his bike before! That's the wild card!

X (x-ray): if you really want to know, Daryls a good size like 6 inches probably and god if your obsessed with his arms, hes toned everywhere! Y (yearning): I think Daryl has a high sex drive around you and always teases you and wants you but has to contain himself. Before he met you he didn't but now that hes emotionally and romantically involved he definitely wants to be with you a lot. Zzz (sleep): I think both of you fall asleep pretty quickly afterward if it's a long night of being together but for quickies, no you don't fall asleep.

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Photo Worthy | Clark Kent (Superman) x fem reader

plot: one photograph leads to more than you bargined for.

a/n: More Henry Cavil the people!! ahhhhhhh he's just so good looking omg!!

One photo was all it took for not only your career to sky rocket but also your love life. 

You had been a freelance photographer for a few years, most of the time you took pictures for the Daily Planet. The pay rates for your photos were better than other companies and you didn't have a huge problem selling your photos to them over the other companies. 

This story however was the first you wrote and shot for. The story of Superman. You were one of the first to get a shot of him flying through the sky toward a burning building to save lives. Your story wrote itself and the photo was one of the best out there. When the Daily Planet ran your story and got tons of traction they took you off the market and plopped you into their newsroom as their person to go on scene for Superman-related things. Clark Kent seemed to think you had one of the best eyes for photography.  

“You have a good eye,” Clark said. He leaned over the little cubicle wall in the newsroom. You glanced up from your computer. A new picture of Superman on the screen. 

“You think so?” You asked. 

“Absolutely. You definitely take the best photos of Superman out of everyone in the city” Clark told you. 

“Wow. Thanks Clark” you said as you smiled up at him.

This started Clark's more frequent interactions with you and Superman's surprising knowledge of when and where you were when he was out and about. More frequently he started making sure only you got his good side. Clark visited your cubicle more and more at the same time, even inviting you to step out of the office for a bit and grab food. 

“You've been dropping in more and more into my cubicle,” you told him, “I only started here a few months ago and I feel like I've seen more of you in the last few weeks. Why's that?” Your question caused a bit of a choke from Clark who had to contain himself. The two of you sat on a bench in the park around the corner from the office, burritos in hand. 

“I…I like your work and as a fellow photographer I wanted to get to know you” he said, slightly unsure of himself and his answer.

“Your a bad lier Clark Kent”

“Ha…you don't know the half of it” he mumbled. 

“You say something Clark?” you asked. He shook his head smiling. 

Slowly but surely, you began to fall for the bashful man before you over the months. Clark never stopped visiting, or smiling at you and he certainly never stopped buying you burritos. Soon it turned to more than that. “Hey y/n,” Clark said as he rounded to your cubicle. You smiled up at him, you were busy gathering the last photos onto your computer.

“Hey Clark” “Can I take you on a proper date?” Clarck said, planting a rose onto your desk.

“Oh my god…yes absolutely,” You said. You both were smiling so big now. “Love birds! Get back to work!” you heard from the office, Clarck winced before smiling you and sneaking off. 

The next few months were full of getting to know Clark more. Spending nights at his place, and sometimes waking up with him gone. You never put two and two together that he was Superman< even though there were countless moments when he almost let it slip.

The day you figured it all out, the day Superman and Clark Kent became one was when you were almost in harm's way. Sure you knew following Superman to every site he was at was bound to get a bit dangerous but never did you think an explosion would be what almost killed you. 

The building that Superman entered was collapsing from an explosion, almost killing 15 people. Thankfully he got them out, but not before a secondary explosive erupted. There you were, shimmying under the police tape and by one of the police cars trying to get a better angle. You knew it was stupid getting this close but you couldn't help it, it was enticing watching him save people. You felt the floor shake before a secondary explosion rocked the ground sending you flying. A scream left your mouth as you felt yourself fly back, but not before someone caught you and flew you away from the scene. You were placed on a roof miles away from the explosion. 

You stepped back looking up at your saviour. His eyes were fearful; he actually looked scared. He walked over to you. You could smell the burned and explosive smell coming off yourself. 

“I smell horrible..” you started. “Are you okay?” He asked. That voice. You looked back up at him. He was scanning your body. 

“Clark?” You asked surprise etched on your face as you looked up at him. “What?” “How did I not put it together? I mean it makes sense but…I must be really stupid that I didn't see it” “Y/n you're not stupid,” he said defeated. 

“It really is you” you were shocked, you felt like punching the man in front of you. “I want to smack you so bad right now”

“You shouldn't,” He said, giggling a little. He quickly stopped when he saw you were mad at him. “No shit Clark,” You said. “Why the hell didn't you tell me? I mean we're dating…” “I should have, I was just scared to let you in that much. What I was scared of happening happened anyways and your…singed” “I was going to get hurt by my own fault, not yours,” you told him. It was the truth, the way you were reckless with some of the photos you had taken of him told you that getting injured was kinda on you. 

“You are reckless with your photos,” Clarck told you. You looked at him and he had such a look of ‘I know you’ that you couldn't help feeling a little annoyed. 

“Someone makes me that way,” you said annoyed.  

“Superman does?”

“Yes, and you, Clark. Your…exhilarating, I should have known the guy I'm dating and love was the guy I was obsessed with taking photos of”

“You love me?” he asked. 

“Of course I do” you said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“I love you too y/n” Clarck said, that signature smile overtaking his. 

“Good. Can we get off this roof please?” you asked him laughing. He smiled, picked you up, and flew you back to his apartment. A shower was in order.

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october/kinktober

hey if you have any nsfw or kink-tober works you want written please start sending them in!

i will write for any character already written for or on my character list (please look at those) and let me hear your ideas!!!

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Can you do a Daryl x new!gn!reader (if that's okay)

Basically he's going on a run with reader to find more food and about the transportation as reader was prepping they find out that their traveling via bike (Daryl's motorcycle) and they basically have an awkward conversation about how they don't know how to ride a bike and he just stands there, pops a helmet on to their head and walk off, swinging his keys.

They follow him and see they're taking a motorcycle and just silently recant.

Helmets and Leather Jackets | Daryl x new!gn!Reader!

A/N: heyyy!!! i hope you enjoy the story and let me know if there are any more wonderful ideas out there you want me to write!!! its genuinely been nice having a writing platform and being able to separate from school!!! you guys are amazing, you have been loving all my daryl stories and it makes me so happy!!!

taglist: @rosecentury

You had been on the road for a long time before the people of Alexandria found you and brought you in. You were new and unfamiliar with the people there for so long. That was until the group that had changed Alexandria made you feel welcomed. Daryl at first was apprehensive, but he remembered what it was like to be out in that world. 

It was a few months before he took you out on a run, that started your relationship with Daryl. Many of the times you took the cars, feeling free about being able to drive.

“You're a good driver,” Daryl told you. You smiled at him as you continued driving down the road. Those runs were always the highlight of your week. Being in the community made you feel uneasy, you could tell that Daryl felt the same.

It was months later when Darly pulled out his bike. You stopped walking when you spotted it.

“We are taking the bike?” you questioned him. Darly glazed at the bike.

“Yea” he said bluntly, “what ya never rode before?” “Daryl…no I haven't” you told him.

“Wait ya never rode before?” he questioned, the keys to the bike swinging into his hand

“No!” you said laughing a bit, “that bad?” “Nah” Daryl said, “how come?”

“Oh? My dad never rode and I never had a rebellious teenage riding stage…”

“Hm.I'll teach ya” Daryl told you. Your face flattened, a tab bit of fear took over. He walked over to you, sliding the helmet over your head. Daryl whistled slightly as he walked off the keys he had swinging as he went to his bike.

“Daryl wait” you said but before you could protest more you were put onto the bike. “I do not like this at all”

“Ya will” was all he said. Darly got on in front of you, putting his hands on the bars, and started up the bike. You instantly gripped onto Daryl. 

“Damit Daryl,” you muttered. He slowly walked the bike out and slowly let the bike pull you both forward. Once Daryl lifted his legs your arms squeezed him tighter.

 The hum of the bike slowly started to become a comfort for you, the way the wind passed by and the world slowed down. This was better than a car. You could feel yourself let go and feel free like you did every time you left the confines of Alexandria. Darly smiled from in front of you, he could see the happiness on your face. This was what he wanted, to show you that the world was more freeing than you thought.

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Angel | Daryl x nieve! reader!

plot: Daryls pinning after naive reader

A/N: from @madzzz07097 request they had mentioned neive reader and Daryl so here's the fic for that. I loved your ideas btw thank you sooo much for requesting them! more daryl to come!

taglist: @rosecentury

(I don't condone smoking cigarettes  but for sake of story its added)

You were nieve for being just a couple years younger than Daryl, although like Beth you had been sheltered for a lot of your life. The two of you often bonded over that, the younger girl taking a strong liking to you. Maggie, after seeing her sister's fondness, also became close friends with you. Maggie and yourself were similar in age and talked constantly about their lives growing up. 

“I remember when I was 16 I snuck out, I think my dad just about lost his mind” Maggie told you, passing the cigarette back to you. 

“I didn't sneak out till I was 18, trying to go see my boyfriend. After the look on my fathers face when I jumped down from my room, I never did that again” the laughter floated through the air. It was mid afternoon and the two of you quit your working for the day to sit out and relax. The others were either working or doing the same. 

Daryl had his eyes on you from beside his bike. He had been working on it for a few hours when you and Maggie ventured out into the yard to smoke and laugh. He hated that you were smoking, he wanted to keep your youthfulness intact. 

“Y'all shouldn't be smokin” Daryl said, causing your head to turn towards the redneck. 

“Shut up D” Maggie said, causing you to laugh slightly before you saw the scowl on his face. You looked back at the cig in your hand and buried it in the ground. 

“Damn it y/n! That was the last one” Maggie cursed. Daryl's eyes were wide, shocked that you put out the cigarette. You were not the type to snap at him, nor be snarky, but for some reason he assumed you would give him shit for telling you to do something. It shocked you that you let his words flow over you and take control. 

“He's right.” you told Maggie, “Shouldn't be smoking. Not in this dead world anyways” 

“Fine! fine!” Maggie said brushing your words off, “I'll just trade for some later. Smoke without you”

“You should get Glen to go with you” you told her, causing her to jump up with a blush on her face and stomp off. Maggie was the one to give it back, not you.  

“How's your bike coming?” You asked one day. He was out in the yard working on it again. 

“It's alright,” he said. The hot sun beat down on both of you, it was obvious that Daryl was beginning to feel the effects of the hot sun.

“Want to take a break for a bit?” You asked him, His eyes glanced back up at you. Your hands were up trying to cover the rays of sun from your eyes. It wasn't helping much. Darly glanced from the bike to you and back again, slowly nodding and standing up.

“Stupid things pissin’ me off anyway,” he said. You laughed a little and turned to walk back up the hill to the prison. It had begun to get hotter as the summer threw its full force in Georgia. The hotter days meant that some of you would only work in the early mornings and leave when the height of the heat hit in the afternoon. You typically would get up early and work outside in the gardens in the morning, occasionally joined by Beth or Carl, and would wrap things up by mid-afternoon. That was when you typically would try and drag Daryl back inside to keep him from getting heat stroke. You cared for him and the big crush you had on the redneck didn't help. 

Daryl watched your back as you made the climb back to the indoors. He knew he was beginning to catch feelings for you, it didn't take much for him to feel comfortable around you. With your sweet words and comfort you offered him Darly fell hard and fast during those years at the prison. Soaking up the days you would quit your work just to pull him inside away from the sun. 

You were never the type to snap, at least not for the first couple of years Daryl knew you. Once the prison fell and everyone got split up, you grew up a bit. When you found the others again and Daryl saw you, he could see that you sharpened up a bit. You still did not snap at people, but you were better about letting people walk all over you.  

“Hey” the gruff voice of Daryl pulled you back to the harsh road that stretched in front of you. You glanced up, realising you had been gone for a bit. 

“Hey”

“You alright’?” he asked, his head tilted slightly to catch your eyes. You nodded your head. 

“Just tired” you told him, not entirely meaning just from exhaustion. You were tired of a lot of things

“Ain't we all,” he said with a laugh. “I…understand,” he said, coughing away the fake laugh and realizing you didn't need to be cheered up, you just needed someone who would understand what you were going through. No fake words. 

“I knew you would” 

“How hard was it?” the road alone, with no one there, Daryl wanted to add that last bit on the end but figured by the look on your face you knew what he meant. 

“Don't” you said harshly. Daryl looked down at you again. He was shocked he had poked a nerve. 

“That bad”

“I said dont Daryl” you rushed ahead of him, joining some of the others and keeping your head down. Darly could see that you were realising the world's hate and truths now. You were not the naive girl you were before. 

Alexandria brought out that young and free side of you again, Daryl was more than happy to see it. While Carol had her part she played for the community, Darly knew that your part wasn't faked at all. You smiled at the town's residents, helped with guard duty and were ecstatic when you could get out of the community for a few hours on a run. Daryl saw how the others looked at you, especially some of the men. You never saw it, didn't pay too much attention to the men that had lived here for years. Darly knew that even without you telling him, your eyes always focused on him. Rick had shaped up Daryl a few times since living in Alexandria reminding him of your feelings that were never hidden. It took Daryl a few weeks to piece the puzzle together with your feelings and heart eyes for the redneck. You, on the other hand, were as naive as when you first met Daryl, oblivious to his feelings and knowledge of the reciprocation. 

Daryl's constant acts to keep the other boys away slowly caught your attention. There was one day in particular that made everything clear for you. It was another day that you got to leave the confines of the Alexandrian walls to the outside world.  You were getting ready to head out with Daryl when one of the men walked over. Daryl put himself between the two of you, un-noticed by you.

“I just came to talk to her”

“Yea? Walk away” Daryl said harshly

“D” you said, putting your hand up, “What's up Flynn?”

“I wanted to talk to you alone?” “I'm sure whatever it is can be said here” you told him, “We have to head out”

“Why don't you go out with me instead?” “I'm sorry Flynn I can't,” you told him. Your face told Daryl you were uncomfortable by the man in front of you. He wanted to punch him out for making you feel that way. “No no I mean like a date, do that with me instead of…that” He said, stepping closer to you. Daryl thought you were clueless about his intentions, seeing the hungry eyes from Flynn made his own skin crawl

“Like I said i’m good” you told him, “Come on Daryl”

“Bitch, I wasn't asking” Flynn swore, almost reaching out to you. 

“She told ya know man” Daryl said, “she's mine, leave her ‘lone” and put his arm behind you pushing you towards the bike. You grabbed his hand and followed behind towards the bike, backpack in hand. 

“So I'm yours hu?” you asked. Darly stopped walking once h e was next to the bike. 

“Time you noticed” “Oh?” you asked, climbing on the bike, jousting slightly once Darly hopped on too. “Okay”

“Okay?” “What? You think I don't want to be yours?” you asked. “Nah I know you want to be,” Daryl said grinning as he took you two out of the community on your run. It was an understatement to say it was the best afternoon and day you have had in a while.

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Pickin' Boys | Bucky x reader

Slim Pickins from Short n Sweet

Plot:Bucky wants you, and maybe you keep bitching about the dating scene bc you want him aswell

A/N: so i loveeeee Sabrinas new album and decided to have some fun with one of the songs! maybe ill write more with Bucky and songs who knows!! enjoyyyyy

taglist: @rosecentury

“Guess Ill end this life alone. What? I'm not dramatic,” you told Natasha. The two of you were at the bar during one of Tony's parties. A nice dress hugged your body. Natasha rolled her eyes at you, clearly not thinking you weren't dramatic. 

“The only person more dramatic than you, is Tony” She told you. You laughed a little, knowing the two of you could have an all out dramatic off and he’d win for sure. Of the avengers dating lives it seemed you all had your crazy stories, some more than others. 

“A boy whos jacked and kind. Cant find his ass to save my life”

“Alright girl, I think you just need to find someone here tonight,” Nat said. 

“Yea like who?” you asked

Bucky:

Please pick me. He watched as you talked to Natasha Romanoff, he heard your conversation. He fit the bill and it seems you never looked his way. He wanted you to look his way. The rest of the night was more flirting on your part with random guys at the party, all seeming to make the ‘not’ list instead of ‘mr right’.

“Ya know you could talk to her” Steve said next to Bucky. Bucky sipped his drink aware of his friend's eyes following him as he watched you. 

“I could” was all he said. He wasn't the bold type, had not been that man since the 40s, but here he was wishing he was still James Barns. The man you noticed him to be. You never called him Bucky or the other nicknames Tony had for him. Instead you called him James, or Barns, both sounding right coming from your lips. 

“It's slim pickins out here” you muttered to another girl at the party who laughed at your comment. “I guess if i can't have the one i love, need to find someone to be kissing” 

The one she loved, that made bucks ears burn. Steve noticed and sauntered over to you. Bucky kept to his area by the wall.

“Are you in love, Agent?” Steve asked you, making you turn in your heels.

“i…Yea” you said defeated. “Jesus what's a girl to do?” 

“Talk to the guy,” Steve asked. 

“Can't. Doubt he is interested in me anyways.” you told him. “Plus he's got this…bad boy vibe around him. A boy whos nice, that breaths I swear he's nowhere to be seen”

“Why do you need a nice guy?” Steve asked you. Your eyes kept flashing back to Buckys making him wonder what was happening. 

“If i can't have the one I love Steve, i'll just keep on moaning and bitching”

“Who is it?” Steve asked, and you pointed directly towards Bucky. His back flexed, he was standing taller now, watching you. 

“You best friend captain”

“Well, good news, no more moaning and bitching” he said, putting himself to the side to let Bucky walk over. 

“Hi James” you said sweetly. “Agent y/n” he said. “I could have saved you from all this if you had just asked”

“Im stubborn like that” “Well if you want to quit bitching, I can have you moaning instead,” Bucky said. A blush spread on your cheeks. 

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Keep Her Safe | Daryl Dixon x fem reader

Drabble

"aint nothin happenin to her while shes with ya...ya hear me"

"I'll be fine," you told your overly worried husband. He glanced sideways at the group you were heading out with the scavenge. Sure he knew most of them from living in Alexandria but he didn't trust them yet. Two men and one other woman quickly glanced at Daryl before looking away and returning to seeming like they were busy.

"D, trust me"

"I do. I don't trust them" he said pointing towards the others. You laughed slightly bringing his arm down.

"I'm sure they know how much shit they would be in if I didn't come back" Daryl nodded knowing he was one of the only people in Alexandria who could make people actually run away from him. You laughed slightly at the memories of people scurrying off from talking to you whenever he approached.

"Shell be fine Daryl," Michonne told him, joining the two of you. "I trust them" Daryl grumbled out a response before toeing the ground defeated. "I'll be back in a few hours," you told him. Before you could walk off he straightened up

"Hold on," he told you before walking up to the people you would be going with.

"aint nothin' happenin' to her while she's with ya...ya hear me," he told them. They all nodded enthusiastically, knowing their main mission had switched. They were your protectors out there. Their new second job was finding supplies.

Daryl was everyone's worst nightmare, no one ever got on his bad side. When things came to you, everyone kept their respectful distance and respect. Daryl wanted nothing more than for you to be protected and respected.

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I Knew You In Another Life | Wanda x fem reader

Inspired by Wanda in the dr. strange movie

BIRDS OF A FEATHER BY BILLIE EILISH

Plot: Wanda sees you in the alternate universe

ANGST STORY

A/N: I got an edit of Wanda from that movie and it inspired this story

I want you to stay 'Til I'm in the grave 'Til I rot away, dead and buried 'Til I'm in the casket you carry

It was all for her. 

Everything you had done because of her. You loved her. 

In Wanda's universe you had been killed, gone, taken from her. It happened so fast for her, that she felt the world crash around her. Thanos had done the worst to Wanda. He killed the love of her life like it was so simple. 

There Wanda was creating a new home for the two of you, and the children the two of you have. It was peaceful, no one was hurt. The world didn't agree with her and that Westview life.  

Birds of a feather, we should stick together, I know I said I'd never think I wasn't better alone Can't change the weather, might not be forever But if it's forever, it's even better

“This isn't real is it. Wanda?” You asked the red haired witch. She was crying, the tears falling from her face so fast. “Baby, if i'm dead you have to let me go.” 

“I can't. I can't” she was braking

“You have to. We are not meant to be in this world with you anymore” you told the woman you loved. She looked into your eyes, your hands found her face. “Let me go. Let me be at peace”

“What about me? My peace?”

“There is plenty in this world to fill that for you” You told her. “We are not it”

Westview was nothing but a bad dream to most,, and the government was worried about the next strike Wanda would make. Strange however, knew she was going to try something. 

I want you to see, hm

How you look to me, hm

You wouldn't believe if I told ya

There Wanda was, a portal in front of her to some alternate universe. Wanda had this alternate version of her on the floor bloody. She looked towards the three others in the room. Billie and Tommy were scared, and held tightly in your arms. Wanda looked towards you, your scared eyes meeting hers. She dropped to the floor in front of you, the kids running further from her. You stayed there facing her. 

“Wanda?’ you questioned.

“Oh my love” wanda said to you, tears in her eyes. You glazed back towards your wanda who was still unconscious on the floor. “I came back for you”

“Wanda…” you didn't know what to say, you didn't know what this wanda had gone through or the loss she had dealt with. 

“I came for you, and our sons. Our family can be together again” she said, stroking your cheeks.

“I do have my family,” you told her. Wanda glazed at the destruction around her. She had done it again. 

I knew you in another life You had that same look in your eyes I love you, don't act so surprised

She was taking you from a place you didn't intend on leaving. The tears in your eyes fell as you watched Wanda observe the life around her. Your Wanda was glancing at you from her position on the floor, she was trying to sit up. 

This world was different from the others, this world had no power. There was no reason for Wanda to take you, save you from this place. 

Wanda knew she had to leave. Let this version of you, love this alternate her. The looks she saw in your eyes, she knew the love you shared could never spread to her. 

I love you, don't act so surprised

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