#bodyguard bbc x reader

[tonyspank]

LOST IN THE FIRE

black!singer!reader x jenna ortega (they/them pronouns, but there’s mentions of them having a pp, lol)

warnings: fluff and a tiny bit of angst i guess, my poor attempts at humor again, social media w a bit of irl

a/n: i’ve always wanted to do a social media book. so this is just something fun i came up with, i hope you enjoy :) it’s also a way i can put u guys onto my fav songs 🤭

faceclaim: khalil beth

Is Percy Hynes White Dating Jenna Ortega?

Jenna and Percy have yet to confirm or deny dating rumors, but they have posted many cute cast photos of one another on Instagram. On top of that, Jenna took Percy as her plus one date for the 2023 Golden Globes — and they're set to star in a movie together!

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3 talented artists + jack lani - kehlani jackie - jack tae - matteo

lani Y/N sweetie..

jackie 🙁

tae what'd i miss??

jackie Y/N's fav ex is dating an ugly man 🥺

tae JENNA? NAHH

tae let's hope she leave him too 🤞

tae she'll miss the bbc 🥲

lani omg wdf 😭😭

you ...

jackie now the dots was a lil dramatic

lani JACK 😭😭

you jack stfu before i shave ur beard

tae got his ass

lani LMFAOO

jackie 🤐

tae ok ok but Y/N how are u rn?

lani frr like talk to us

you wdym?

you we broke up why would i be bothered

jackie

🤨

tae 💀💀

lani i've never met anyone who still likes their exes posts

you it's called being mature

you i am able to support her regardless of what happened

tae it's called being delusional

jackie laughed at "it's called being delusional"

jackie i have an idea

jackie

tae fam what is ur camera roll? 💀

lani what's ur idea jack

jackie i'm gonna ask demi for an invite to the scream 6 premiere

jackie then me and Y/N gon jump percy in front of jenna right

lani

side-eye…

jackie and then jenna gon be like

jackie oh my god not my mans getting his ass beat by my ex & their bsf tf

you please stfu 🙏

jackie bro

jackie i'm tryna help you save ur gf from a guy who looks like the definition of pervert

tae laughed at "i'm tryna help you safe ur gf from a guy who looks like the definition of pervert"

lani 😭😭😭😭

lani i can't breathe

you it's literally just a rumor that they're dating tho

you & i'm not going to the premiere

jackie mhm

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y/nhart what's your favorite scary movie? 🔪 #ScreamVI @screammovies

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screammovies You, of course. 🔪🩸 > y/nhart can we kiss?

jackharlow what did you say in the group chat? > y/nhart that jack harlow is a flop 🤫

user15 bro doing everything but dropping an album 💀 > user1 ong. right my wrongs ep was amazing but it's been 8 months 😭

mrmatteo where was my invite? > y/nhart drop a song then let's talk > user3 what a hypocrite 💀

user8 bite me

kehlani you could never be ghostface > screammovies Its always someone you know. 👻🔪🩸

user11 GO TO THE STUDIO

user992 i have $1,000 frank will drop before this mf

user90 MORE JENNA AND Y/N CONTENT??? > user78 i missed them :')

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            Your eyes were starting to water due to the number of flashes from the cameras that were going off around you. The bright lights made it difficult to keep your eyes open, but you knew that this was just part of being in the spotlight.

  Jack places a hand on your arm, slightly shoving you towards the exit. You ignore the yells of your name and continue to make your way off the carpet.

Your bodyguard, who had been standing nearby, steps in to create a path through the crowd, shielding you and Jack from the relentless paparazzi.

  "Did you talk to Jenna?" Jack asks, leaning close enough for his voice to be heard.

You send the bearded man a glare, shaking your head. "No. I don't even think she's walked the carpet yet."

Jack raises an eyebrow before turning his head to the carpet, which is still filled with celebrities and flashing cameras.

He scans the area, searching for any sign of Jenna among the chaos. He then turns back to you with a smirk on his lips. "I think you're just ducking her."

You roll your eyes at Jack's teasing remark.

"Please, like I have time to play hide and seek with Jenna. I'm just trying to avoid the relentless paparazzi."

You gesture towards the swarm of photographers jostling for the perfect shot.

Jack hums, his smile widening. A thought clicks into his head, causing his smile to drop.

"Oh, yeah! I talked to Melissa, and she is fine as fuck."

You thin out your lips. Jack probably didn't know she was married.

"I'll tell her husband you said that."

"You know what they say. Don't let your husband distract you from finding the love of your life."

You chuckle at his joke.

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"May I say you look amazing tonight?" The interviewer states, smiling as they admire your appearance.

You smile, bringing your hands together to calm yourself before responding.

"Thank you so much."

"Are you a big fan of the Scream franchise?" The interviewer asks, moving their microphone closer.

You nod, your eyes lighting up with excitement.

"Absolutely! Ghostface is such an iconic character, and I love the twists that they put in the movie. It just always keeps you on your toes."

The interviewer chuckles, sharing your enthusiasm. "I completely agree! The Scream franchise has definitely left a lasting impact on the horror genre with its clever storytelling and memorable characters. Speaking of memorable characters, whose is your favorite?"

You pause for a moment, looking up at the sky as you bite down on your lip.

"Uhh... It's hard to choose just one, but if I had to pick, I would say Roman Bridger. I didn't suspect him at all, and his reveal as the mastermind behind everything in Scream 3 was a total shock. Plus, Scott Foley's performance was absolutely chilling."

The interviewer nods, appreciating your choice. "I couldn't agree more. He's surely one to remember."

You nod again, smiling. "For sure. I've always wanted to play Ghostface. Taking off the mask and revealing your plan must be so fun."

The interviewer laughs and says, "I'm sure you'd do great."

Before you could respond with a thank you, the interviewer speaks up.

"Jenna! It's so nice to see you." You turn to see Jenna, your heart dropping at the sight of her.

You force a tight-lipped smile at the brunette. "Hey Jenna, long time no see," you say, trying to sound casual.

Deep down, you can't help but wonder if she still thinks about you.

Jenna returns the smile. "Yeah, it's been a while," she replies softly.

Memories of your past together flood your mind, and you can't help but wonder if there's still a chance for reconciliation.

"You guys are so stunning, I can't even!" The interviewer gushes, snapping you out of your thoughts.

Jenna chuckles, her eyes meeting yours briefly before she turns her attention back to the interviewer.

"Jenna, I've gotta ask. Are you a fan of Y/N's music?" Jenna nods her head, glancing at you again before answering.

"I am. They're very talented musically, and I'm waiting for another album."

You try to fight back a smile, but it fails miserably. The interviewer notices your failed attempt to hide your smile and chuckles.

"Seems like there's mutual admiration here," they remark, noticing the subtle connection between you and Jenna.

You tilt your head, shrugging a bit. "I guess you could say that. Jenna's very talented herself, both musically and in acting."

Jenna feels the butterflies in her stomach erupt as you compliment her.

She's missed you, and she wants nothing more than to reconnect with you. She blushes slightly and responds, "Thank you."

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You walk over to Jenna, interrupting her conversation with Percy. "Jenna."

Jenna turns towards you, a surprised expression on her face as she pauses mid-sentence.

"Come home with me?"

Jenna's eyes widen as she processes your unexpected request, leaving her momentarily speechless.

After a brief moment of hesitation, she nods slowly, her curiosity piqued. "Sure, why not? Let's go."

Percy furrows his eyebrows, watching you and Jenna walk off together.

When you arrive home, you take off your jacket and help Jenna with hers.

Jenna mumbles a thank you before making herself comfortable on the couch.

She looks around the unfamiliar surroundings, seeing as you've changed a few things since the last time she was there.

Jenna's eyes linger on a Polaroid of you and her, capturing a happy memory from months ago. Of course, Jenna still loved you, but was she ready to take the risk of getting hurt again?

She couldn't bear the fact that things might not work out between you two, causing more heartbreak.

Fame had always been a double-edged sword for Jenna. While it had brought her success and recognition, it also came with constant scrutiny and pressure.

It's what ruined you two. Jenna being constantly busy due to acting and you constantly being busy due to singing made it difficult for you both to find quality time together.

Despite the love that still existed between you, the demands of your respective careers created a growing distance that neither of you knew how to bridge.

You walk into the living room, two glasses of wine in your hand. "Actually," Jenna speaks up, and you raise your eyebrows in anticipation.

She continues, "Could we sit on your balcony?"

You nod, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Of course," you say, leading the way to the balcony.

As you settle into the comfortable chairs, the city lights twinkling below, Jenna takes a deep breath and says, "I miss moments like this, just being together without any distractions."

You take a sip of your wine, pausing to savor the flavor before responding. "Me too," you say, gazing out at the night sky.

"I missed you."

Jenna's eyes soften, and she reaches over to gently touch your lap. "I missed you too," she whispers.

"I hope you know that I'm not dating Percy."

"I know," you reply, a small smile forming on your lips. "I knew you wouldn't downgrade like that."

Jenna chuckles softly, her dimples beginning to show. "That's hilarious."

A silence falls over the two of you.

"I couldn't imagine being with anyone other than you," you snap your head towards her, your heart swelling with love at words.

She always knew the right thing to say.

"You're the only one who truly understands me, Y/N." Jenna's eyes meet yours, her brown pupils glistening in the moonlight.

"I can't find myself being vulnerable or trusting with anyone else." She finishes off, breaking away from your gaze.

You don't say anything, you just place your hand over top of hers, which was resting on your lap.

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y/nhart 12...??...23...lost in the fire...earned it...all mine...confident...all mine...oui...greece...get me...kiss land...for free

➕➕➕.

meltdown...i'd do anything to make you smile...boyfriend,girlfriend...rambo...let em'know

@chancetherapper @djkhaled @kehlani @travisscott @jackharlow @feliciathegoat @theweeknd @bnyx

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user12 OMFG BRUH

user99 AOTY

jackharlow deluxe 🔜

bnyx 👨‍🍳🔥🎶

theweeknd 🫡

user77 couldve had better feats tbh > user880 STFU

djkhaled 🔥🔥🔥 WE'LL NEVER STOP 🛑!!! 

>user14 TELL EM BRING OUT THE ALBUM ALREADY

user67 i'm about to cry.

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y/nsrealwife posted on Instagram.

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y/nsrealwife i stand by what i said

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user11 unknown? it's jenna😭 > y/nrealwife me when i'm delusional

user45 there's no misses on the album + they ate down in the deluxe > user89 came in my pants when they came on the track w that "t-time, t-time, t-time.."

user66 can we talk abt for free? bro had like 10 viagra pills before pulling up to the studio > user77 💀💀💀

jackharlowsbeard kehlani & jack on the album made me so happy.

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y/nhart mega christmas dump 🎄@jennaortega @jackharlow @mrmatteo @kehlani

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WAR RAGES ON | DAVID BUDD x READER

Summary: David Budd is constantly at war with his own mind. When he meets you on the train and asks you to look after his children, he doesn’t think much of it, yet the more time he spends with you, the more you’re not just the person he asked to watch his children. Pairing: David Budd x reader Fandom: Bodyguard (BBC) Word Count: 2741 Warnings: Spoilers for Bodyguard S01E01, mentions of war & terrorism.  A/N: I had this idea when I started watching Bodyguard last weekend and I finally just decided to write it. I’m not sure how big the Bodyguard community is on tumblr, but I hope that someone will read and enjoy this. I’m really fascinated by David as a character so writing him was a real challenge but also really great. I’d definitely be interested in writing for him more in the future. I really loved writing this. It’s a little different from what I’m used to but I’m really happy with how it turned out. Happy reading!

David Budd isn’t a big fan of train journeys. They give him too much time to think, though nowadays he finds himself thinking most of the time, train journey or not. It’s why he occupies himself so much with his job. Why he spends all the time he has occupying his mind so he can’t think about the things that are bothering him.

Like now, as he sits on the train and lets his mind wander to Vicky. He’s been in love before. He knows what love feels like. But he can’t remember that feeling anymore. He can’t remember what being loved feels like even though the two people that love him most in the world are sat right beside him, sleeping soundly and curled up on their seats.

He glances down at them, watching them as they sleep. He loves them. There’s still an inkling of that feeling for Vicky in him, too, but he knows that the two people he’ll never stop loving are the two that are sat beside him.

As the train stops at the next station he leans forward and grabs a jacket from the seat next to Ella, bringing it back to drape over Charlie. They both stir awake but he sets them down to sleep again with ease. For a second, it’s like there’s not a war raging in his mind. It’s like he’s a normal father, just taking his children to see their mother, just caring for them in a way any regular father would. He revels in the feeling for only a second.

You’re sitting on the single seat across from him. As he leans back in his chair he catches your eye and gives you a small smile, but his eyes don’t linger. He thinks, ever so briefly, that you’re rather pretty, but that’s as far as it goes. He won’t let himself think more. He can’t.

He doesn’t make eye contact with you again. Instead, he focuses on the darkness outside as it rushes past the windows, at the words on the pages of the book in his hands, at trying to make those words stick in his mind and, finally, on the other people around him. He’s good at people watching. He’s good at sensing when something isn’t right. Which is why, when he spots the guard acting strangely, he’s instantly on full alert.

When she walks back past him, David hesitates for only a second before knowing he has to intervene.

He turns to you instinctively – you’re the only person he’s made eye contact with since you sat down on the plane and he knows that you’ll take care of Ella and Charlie even though he doesn’t know your name. “Sorry ma’am, you wouldn’t mind looking after my kids for a moment, would you? I’ll be right back,” he says.

You sit your book down on the table as soon as he starts speaking to you. You’d never admit it, but you’ve been watching him ever since he boarded the train with his children earlier in the night. Not in a creepy way, just in a curious way. His children seemed sweet, he seemed like he cared for them a lot. Every time you looked at him it was like you could see the gears ticking in his mind, thinking of something clearly troubling him.

“Yeah, of course,” you nod, smiling over at him.

He seems a little like he’s in a rush so you don’t slow him down by denying him, especially when he’s been so kind when asking you. Plus he’s right across the aisle from you. His kids are close enough that you know why he chose you – not because you look particularly trustworthy, not because he got a feeling in his gut that you’d take care of them. Because you’re closest.

“Thank you very much,” he smiles as he stands.

You watch as he disappears down the aisle, eyebrows furrowing just a little. Strange. Of all the people to have asked you to watch their children you would have guessed him to be the last. The second you can no longer see him you glance over at his children to make sure they’re okay before opening up your book again. You’re on a train, you’re safe. What could happen to them?

When he appears again a few minutes later his children have barely moved. They’re still fast asleep and neither have woken up to ask about their fathers whereabouts like you’d expected one of them to. You look back up at him as he stops in the aisle and looks down at them. Something flickers across his face but it disappears before you can identify it.

“I need a few more minutes, is that all right?”

His words take you off guard, though you nod. “Yeah, take your time. I’ll be here.”

He doesn’t gift you with a smile as he walks away this time. Instead, he nods his thanks and quickly disappears out of the other end of the carriage. Worry fills your senses. He’s acting strange and though you know you have nothing to be worried about, there’s a feeling rising in your stomach that tells you that there’s something happening you should know about.

You look back over at the children. They haven’t woken up at all. Slowly, you open your book up again though, as you read the words on the page, none of them stick with you. There’s still that feeling in your stomach  that worries you and you can’t seem to get rid of it.

As David deals with the suicide bomber in the bathroom, his children and, strangely, you, are always in the back of his mind. He can’t help but think that he’s got you involuntarily involved in something bigger than he realised. He asked you to look after Ella and Charlie. He’s given you something, someone, to be responsible for, and if all this goes wrong, he knows he’ll never be able to forgive himself for giving you that responsibility, even if it means the world to him.

You’re still trying to keep your mind on your book when an announcement comes on over the tannoy telling you to move into another carriage. The woman doesn’t explain why but you can hear something in her tone that makes you stand instantly. Panic spikes in you as you shake  the children awake. They frown as they see you.

“Get your stuff, guys, we’ve gotta move into another carriage, okay?”

The girl speaks first. “Where’s daddy?”

“He’s just gone to do something in another carriage but he’ll be back soon, I promise,” You introduce yourself to the pair of them. “He asked me to look after you while he’s gone, okay? I need you to come with me now.”

Confused, both of the children get up from their seats. You hurriedly help them grab their things and throw them into their backpacks before grabbing your own things. Ushering them ahead of you, you risk a glance back to the door where their father disappeared but there’s no sign of him. Holding in your panic for their sake, you follow them out of the carriage.

Whatever’s happening can’t be good, you know that. But you also know that, if these kids end up in danger, you’ll never forgive yourself for letting it happen.

Even after everything that happened on the train with the suicide bomber, David knows, deep down, that Ella and Charlie are safe. He doesn’t even know your name yet he knows that you’d look after them better than anyone else on that train could have.

As he walks through the train station looking for the three of you, his hands are shaking from the adrenaline. He doesn’t want to think about what just happened. He knows he’ll just overthink it until it ruins him if he does. So he thinks about you and his children instead. He thinks about how much he appreciates you taking them under your wing. He thinks about how much he loves them. He thinks about how much he’s going to miss them when they’re back with Vicky.

They see him before he sees them. He barely even registers it when they come crashing into his arms and he almost starts to panic before he recognises the familiar feeling of Ella and Charlie. His arms wrap around them tightly and he holds them like he’s never letting go. He never wants to let go.

Slowly, you walk up behind them, a smile on your face. You’re holding their backpacks and Ella’s is slung over your shoulder. David, from his spot on the ground with the children, gives you a thankful smile. It’s a smile that says a million words: thank you for taking care of them, for keeping them safe, for not letting them die, for getting them out of there, for letting them have this moment with me, for letting them get to see their mother again.

When David stands up, he wraps an arm around Ella and another around Charlie.

“Where did you go?” Ella asks, looking up at David.

“I had some work to do, but it’s almost finished now,” he explains. He wishes that he could tell them the truth. He doesn’t like lying to them. But he’s also glad that they don’t know. He wants to keep their innocence for as long as possible. “I can take you and your brother to see your mother now, how does that sound?”

Ella grins up at him. “Finally!”

He sees a police officer in the distance and grimaces. After he makes a statement. “You see that woman over there?” He points at the police officer. “I’ve got to talk to her before we go. Why don’t you go and tell her that I’ll come and talk to her in a minute? And then I’ll take you to mum.”

Ella and Charlie look a little confused but, after another push from David, they hurry off towards her. David watches them as they reach her and start to talk to her. You sidle up to David.

“Is everything all right, sir? You look a little shaken up.”

David glances over at you in surprise. He hadn’t forgotten that you were around, he’d just been too occupied with his kids. He pauses for a second before nodding. “Yeah, fine. Thank you for looking after them. I didn’t expect to have to get some work done tonight, but you know how it is… the work never stops.” He attempts a chuckle.

Smiling, you nod. “It’s not a problem. They’re good kids. Ella was telling me before that they’re going to see their mother tonight,” you explain, trying to keep the curiosity out of your tone. “They’re very excited. How long have they been away?”

“A… a little while,” David says. He doesn’t want to give away too much. And then, suddenly, it hits him. “Sorry, I’m being extremely rude,” he extends a hand. “David Budd. And you are?”

You shake his hand and introduce yourself swiftly. Finally you know the mans name. A weight lifts off of your chest. Ella and Charlie had told you their names before when you were talking to them but they’d never mentioned their fathers. They’d had no reason to.

“Nice to meet you,” David smiles. “And thank you again. It was a real help.”

“Really, it was my pleasure.”

You both watch as Ella and Charlie hurry back from the police officer to join the two of you. Once they stop in front of you, Ella smiles. “She said to tell you ‘whenever you’re ready.”

“Right, well, let’s get going. It’ll only take a minute, okay?”

“We’ll stay here,” Ella pipes up. She nods up to you. “You’ll take care of us until daddy is finished, won’t you? Or do you have somewhere to be?” There’s hopefulness on her face and you know that you can’t let her down, even though you barely know her.

You nod quickly. “Oh, absolutely. Go ahead. I can stay. I’ll keep them company.”

David hesitates for a moment before telling Ella and Charlie that he’ll be right back and wandering over to the police officer. You watch as they disappear into a room off to the side of the train station before sitting down on a bench with the children.

It’s at least twenty minutes before David comes out again, not that you were counting. Charlie has fallen asleep on your lap and Ella is resting her head on your shoulder, her eyes slowly closing, when David walks back over to the two of you.

Strangely, his heart jumps in his chest as he looks at the three of you. At first, he thinks it’s just because of his children. Charlie looks so sweet all curled up and Ella looks adorable. But then he realises it’s somehow because of you, too. Because of how much his children have grown to like you in the short time you spent together. Because of how much you seem to care for them, too. It takes him off guard and he unwittingly clears his throat. Ella wakes up.

“Oh, you’re back!”

She sits up, removing herself from your shoulder, and standing up. She picks up her backpack just as she yawns. David smiles softly. It’s late, much later than he’d told Vicky the kids would be at her place. Shit. She must be beyond worried.

“Can we see mummy now?” Ella asks softly.

David nods. “Absolutely, let’s get going.” He makes a move to wake up Charlie but you stop him and, instead, pick him up carefully. He’s a little heavier than you expected but you manage to hold him easily. He stirs a little but stays asleep. David’s heart thuds again as you stand up, holding his son in your arms. Strange…

The four of you walk out of the station together. A police escort had been arranged to take the three of them to Vicky’s place. It’s waiting outside and David walks towards it instantly. He opens up the door and Ella slides in without a question. He gently takes Charlie from your arms and sits him down in the car next to Ella.

He turns to you.

“Would it be completely inappropriate for me to pay you for taking care of them so well?” David half jokes. He’s not sure where the jokiness comes from, especially after the stress of the last few hours, but it comes naturally. And he does feel like he needs to pay you back somehow.

You chuckle and shake your head. “No, that’s not necessary. I didn’t mind doing it.”

“Still,” David shrugs. “There has to be something I can do for you. You ended up doing much more than just watching them on the train. That deserves something, at least.”

You can tell that David won’t take no for an answer.

“You wouldn’t happen to know if your kids need an actual babysitter sometimes, would you?” The thought had crossed your mind more than once that night but you’d never really thought too much of it. After all, you weren’t even a proper babysitter, but as the night went on Ella and Charlie really grew on you.

David raises an eyebrow. “Oh, you’d have to talk to Vicky– ah, their mum, about that. But I can get you in touch if you’re interested,” he replies. In truth, he was taken a little off guard by your answer. He hadn’t expected you to offer to babysit them for real and even though they’re getting older now, he knows that both he and Vicky would feel better with someone like you around.

“That’d be nice.”

He gives you Vicky’s number first and then, for luck, gives you his own. He doesn’t really know why he does it but he does know that he likes you. He’s not sure what it is about you. Maybe it’s the way you cared for his kids, maybe it was something else, but he likes you. Even if Vicky doesn’t need a babysitter, deep down he hopes that maybe he’ll see you again one day.

As David gets in the car with Ella and Charlie afterwards, he watches as you walk off to your taxi, parked up ahead, with a small smile on his face. Beside him, Ella mutters “I liked them, daddy.”

David’s smile grows a little bigger. “Yeah, me too.”

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i watched Bodyguard and now netflix is suggesting other crime dramas like no bitch🙅🏼‍♀️🙅🏼‍♀️i just wanted to see PS Budd’s arse

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My Protector

Requested by @emmaelizabeth2014

Can I please get a David x Reader where they are married and she gets hit on and he gets super protective?

Warnings- none? I mean there’s mentions of a gun but I’m not sure if that needs to be a warning consider its David Budd

“I’ll be right back love” is what your husband David said before he excused himself to the bathroom, leaving you sitting at the bar alone- well not for long.

You were soon approached by a drunk man, coming closer and closer to you while you sat in your chair.

“You’re s-so pretty baby” he says trying to touch your face, you quickly hoping off of your chair and backing away from him. “You’re so smoking h-hot” he continues to walk closer, as you’re still backing up. “What’s a pretty chick like you doing here all alone?” he slurs out. You moved back once more before you bumped right into someone.

“She’s not alone, she’s with me, so you might want to back off” David growls out as you cuddle in close to him.

The man scoffs and gets in David’s face. “And what are you g-gonna do about it if I don’t”

“David no!” You whisper to him as you see his hand creeping down and being placed on his gun, which is covered by his jacket. It’s normal for him to be carrying his gun, considering his profession he may need it in case of an emergency, but this wasn’t the time to use it. “Relax. Let me handle it love” is all he could say before letting you go and moving closer to the man.

“My name is PS David Budd, and I will do all that I can to keep everyone here safe tonight, my wife included. I am required to carry a weapon and I am required to use it in cases where someone is hurting, harming, or putting others in fear or danger. You getting handsy with my wife is hurting her and causing her to have fear, so what I will do about it is have you arrested, or even shoot you if you try to pull anything. Not to mention touching without consent is sexual assault, so make your choice pal, if I were you, I’d be wise and leave” David sternly says to him, but all the drunken man can do it laugh

“I don’t believe y-you’re an officer-r. To much of a p-pretty boy. Let’s see that gun ma’am.” And before you knew it David had his gun to the mans chest in one hand, and his badge in the other hand. All eyes are on the three of you at this point. I mean, you can’t blame them. Your husband has a gun pointed at a man in a public place, and he needs to put it away before this matter turns worse than it already is

You slowly begin to walk up to David. “David put the gun down”. He responds without looking away from the man “Y/N stay out of it”. You normally would listen but he is off duty, this isn’t work, and he needs to put it away. “David let's just leave, put the gun away!” You exclaim

“Y/N I said stay out of it!” He yells with his gun still pointed. “I will not be the one to leave first, but I will be the one to make sure everyone is safe here, especially my wife. Sir you need to leave now, or I will call back up.” David says calmer than before, finally the man listens, scoffing a “whatever” before exiting the bar.

David finally puts the gun away and apologizes to everyone, them quickly understanding after he explained the situation of what happened before the gun was pulled and that he is an officer, showing his badge around as proof.

At this point your heart is racing and you’re half in tears, you know this is what he does for a living but you’ve never seen it in action, especially when you are the cause. It happens to be quite overwhelming.

“Are you okay love?” David wraps his arms around you, you shaking your head. “I just want to go home” you tell him. “That’s what we'll do then”

You both get in the car and David begins driving back to your house, before you finally break the silence.

“I would like to talk about what happened tonight” you look over at him. “What happened tonight? I don’t think there’s much to discuss dear” he casually says, trying to avoid the situation. “David you pulled a gun on someone for no reason! Well, you had reason but not a good one. He was just a drunken idiot saying dumb stuff. Why would you do that?”

“It’s my job” he says quietly.

“It wasn’t your job there. He wasn’t fighting you, or bombing the building. I am in no way sticking up for his actions but all he did to you is run his mouth.” You explain

“You don’t get it lovey. I don’t mean my work job, it’s my job to protect you. You are my love, my life, my whole world. I don’t know what I’d do without you. Maybe I overreacted but he was getting in your business and I wasn’t going to hesitate to take action, I can’t have anyone hurting you, so if that means I need to pull out my gun every now and then, that’s what I’ll do.” He takes one hand off the steering wheel and holds onto yours tightly.

“David I love you more than anything in the world, and I am so lucky to have someone that cares so much for me and wants to protect me like you do. I appreciate it so much but you had me really really scared back there”. He pulls into your driveway, parks the car, and looks at you with sad eyes. “You were scared of me?”

You shake your head and smile at him, “No baby, I’m not scared of you. I was just scared of what he could’ve done to you, or what you could’ve done to him. What if you shot him and got arrested, or he had a gun and shot you? I worry everyday when you go to work that you won’t come home, I can’t live without you. I don’t want you to ever get hurt, I can’t lose you.” You wipe a tear from your face

“Don’t cry sweetheart” he runs his finger over another tear, wiping it away. “You will never lose me, ever. And if it makes you feel any better to know, I’m so safe at work. I always have backup just minutes away, I wear a bulletproof vest, I will always come home.” He cups your cheek and smiles

“Promise?” You sniffle sticking out your pinky

“Promise” he hooks his pinky finger on to yours. “I also promise many cuddles to happen soon when we go in before we go to sleep, so we best get inside” he says making you giggle.

And that’s exactly what he did. You crawled under the comfy covers of your shared bed, and snuggled up to your husband, who held you in a tight protective grip, showing you just in the way he holds you, he’s never leaving your side.

“Just one last thing about the bar incident, whether you like it or not-“ you cut him off, “you’ll always be my protector” you whisper against him smiling, slowly falling asleep.

[sj-thefan]

I’m Okay, You’re Okay, We’re Okay (David Budd x reader)

David Budd (Bodyguard) x reader

Warnings: Abusive relationship, unplanned pregnancy, fluff

Masterlist

The house was quiet as Y/n waited for David to come home. He had mentioned something about being assigned a new client and that - depending on who it was - he may be home late.

Y/n used to enjoy quiet nights but found herself grow more uneasy at the unknown possibilities that accompanied it. It reminded her that something - anything - could be lurking outside without her knowing and it was unnerving. Ever since she ran away and met David, she couldn't stand the quiet.

Patrick Barker was her ex-boyfriend. They had been pretty serious and decided to move in together. That's when the problems started. Patrick liked to drink. He insisted he wasn't an alcoholic and his friends would agree. He never got completely wasted - at least until he got home. He would come back from a night out, already tipsy, and drink some more. He was an aggressive drunk, always angry and ready for a fight and the only one around to satisfy his cravings was Y/n.

She was always there. She received every bruise, every cut, every scar, but she stayed. All because he said he loved her. No one ever had said those words to her. He told her she was special and perfect when she felt worthless. When her parents died, he provided comfort. He was kind, the perfect boyfriend - until he began drinking.

The silence was broken by the cry of a baby. Her baby.

She had taken one of those little home pregnancy tests when she had woken up with morning sickness for the fifth time that week. When she found out she was pregnant, she packed a bag, waited for Patrick to fall asleep, and left. She had to. She couldn't let her child end up in constant pain like she was. She had to give them their best chance. Unfortunately, that meant they wouldn't know their father and he wouldn't know them. It was better that way. Safer.

Oliver's wails turned to whimpers as his mother picked him up, settling into her comforting arms. She brushed her fingers along the side of his face. His tiny hand reached up to grab onto a finger, refusing to let it go. Y/n smiled down at him as she began walking to the kitchen.

Y/n had been a mess when David found her. She was hungry, scared and crying. She didn't have anywhere to go, she had no family or friends - she had no life outside of Patrick. The weight of all her misfortune seemed to grow bigger and bigger with no sign of ever stopping. She had collapsed in an alley, unable to stop the tears anymore.

David had been out for a walk - his insomnia preventing him from getting the rest he needed - when he came across Y/n. He helped her up and was quickly able to determine that she had been attacked recently. The fresh bruises were enough evidence. He took her to the hospital but at the mention of calling the police, she panicked and tried to stop him. He did but remained unsure as to why she was afraid of the police. Never-the-less, he stayed with her till the doctor was able to determine she was okay.

He brought her to his home, offering to let her stay until she could find her own place. He didn't have a spare bedroom but insisted that she take his bed, especially when he knew she was pregnant (the doctor had confirmed her assumptions).

It wasn't until the next night that Y/n explained what had happened and why she couldn't go to the police.

Patrick Barker was a police officer. His job was to protect the people of England and he did just that. He was kind and friendly to everyone and was a favourite among his colleagues. He received recognition for his contributions to the police force. There wasn't a party or town event he didn't attend.

But no one knew what he was truly like. No one but his girlfriend. No one but Y/n.

She couldn't go to the police accusing their star officer of being an abuser. She didn't have any proof so they had no reason to believe her and on the off chance they took her word, Patrick was such a smooth talker, he could convince them she was lying. No good would come from going to the police. Patrick would know where she was then and things would get worse.

So David let her stay, promising to keep her safe no matter what happened.

Y/n moved Oliver to her other arm so she could grab his food from the fridge. Heating up the bottle, her eyes drifted to the clock. It was nearing 7. David hadn't mentioned anything about staying late so he should be home soon.

Y/n moved to the living room, turning on the radio to provide some noise now that Oliver was awake. She settled into the comfiest chair and situated Oliver with the bottle. He was so beautiful, the thin hair that had started to grow was soft and he had the prettiest eyes she’d ever seen. He was her beautiful baby boy.

She had been so scared when she woke up in the middle of the night with sharp pains shooting through her abdomen and a slight dampness to the sheets. She had immediately woke David up so they could go to the hospital. She had been terrified despite knowing this moment was coming for nearly nine months. David stayed by her side through the whole thing, whispering calming words in her ear and giving her his hand to squeeze.

It had been pretty similar to the night she woke up to the sound of soft yells and grunts coming from the living room. She had got up to investigate the noise and found David all sweaty on the couch with the blankets thrown off him. Quickly and quietly she moved to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. She had had nightmares like this before. She would wake up suddenly in a panic, pushing away the blankets and pillows. In this state, she didn't want anyone to touch her, she needed to calm down herself. A cup of tea always did wonders for her, so she took a gamble and made one for David. 

When she returned to the living room, David was awake - wide-eyed and shaken, but definitely awake. She handed him the tea without saying a word and sat down across from him. He didn't say anything for a few minutes. He was terrified that he had done something bad, but Y/n reassured him everything was okay. She kept repeating, "you're okay, I'm okay, we're okay."

That's what David kept whispering to her throughout her labour. They had whispered it to each other constantly since that first night. It became almost synonymous with I love you.

They had started their relationship after six months of living together, although the feelings had been there since nearly the beginning. Y/n had met David's children just a few weeks before Oliver was born. David had wanted to see them so he invited them to dinner and asked Y/n to tag along. They seemed to like her. When they went for ice cream after, both Ella and Charlie wanted to hold Y/n's hand on the walk, leaving David with an empty hand. They laughed and joked together the whole night and when David brought them back to their mom's, they asked when they would get to see Y/n again.

He was so happy that night, he barely got any sleep, his mind drifting to thoughts about a future with Y/n.

He had slept a lot better since he resumed sleeping in his own bed, although he was pretty sure it had to do with the woman sleeping in his arms and not the change in location. He had been a lot calmer with Y/n around. They were good for each other. Y/n felt safe with him and he felt like everything was going to be okay when he was with her.

They really were good for each other.

Y/n moved Oliver to her shoulder when he finished his bottle and began rubbing his back, trying to get him to burp.

"Hey, love," David greeted as he walked through the flat's door. "Sorry, I'm late. Tom wanted a double-check of the safe house." He leaned down placing a kiss to her lips. "How's little Ollie doing tonight?"

"He's good, just finished eating."

"I'll be back." David left the room returning a few minutes later in PJ bottoms and a t-shirt. 

He turned the radio down so if was playing softly in the background before sitting down on the couch, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her close. Y/n had shifted Oliver to rest in the crook of her elbow so he now lay between the two, glancing at them both. Y/n relaxed into David, finding comfort in his company.

"How would you like to meet my mum?" David suddenly asked.

Y/n wasn't too shocked, she knew she would get to meet his family one day, but the timing seemed random. Of course, she wanted to meet his mother two, she had to know about David's childhood and what better way to find out then to ask the woman that was present for it all.

She glanced up at him to find him already looking at her with a nervous smile. She returned the smile, reassuring him. "Of course." His eyes lit up and he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "What brought this on?"

"It's my mum's birthday on Monday." Oliver squirmed a bit so David caressed his head, instantly calming him. "I want her to meet the most important woman in my life."

Y/n smiled lovingly at him. "I love you, so much."

He turned his head to look at her, keeping his hand on Oliver. "I love you too."

[painted-kaleidoscopes]

Ineffable Sadness

Warnings- Angst, swearing, mentions of depression

Word Count- 744 

You sat at the edge of your piano bench. Hands floating just above the keys. ghosting notes and chords, the real sound a haunting hallucination. Your mind wandered to David as your hands absentmindedly began to play ‘Gymnopedie No.1″ 

‘David, I feel like you’re pulling away. You have to let me in if I’m to help you.’ 

‘I don’t need your help Y/N!”

He took a large huff of breath and moved his fingers through his hair. His jaw clenched like he was trying to hold back something that he wanted to say and you braced yourself for the blow to come. 

‘You know, maybe I’d be better if you weren't always telling me I’m not okay. Stop trying to fix me all the fucking time.’

He grabbed his pack of cigarettes and stormed out onto the flat balcony, making a point to slam the door behind him.

You sank onto the couch, feeling tears hit your cheeks and hands as you silently cried. You heard the door open and suddenly David was crouched in front of you. His face was a mixture of regret and resoluteness, you feared what would come next. He just placed his hand on your thigh, giving you a sad grimace before standing up and walking into your shared room. 

You quickly let your cheeks dry, deciding that you needed to get away for a little while. David’s words had cut deep and you couldn’t figure out if they were genuine for from a place of anger. 

You grabbed your purse and left the flat, not knowing where you were going, just knowing your feet knew the way. You ended up back in front of your flat. You hadn’t been in weeks, you and David were inseparable, and he always insisted you stay with him. 

You felt tears falling onto your keys at the memory of the fight, and you let out a loud sob. As you came out of your trance, you checked your phone and saw a text from David. 

‘You’re right. This security detail is taking a lot out of me. That’s no excuse, I know. I’m so sorry I’ve been taking it out on you love. Please come home so we can talk.

The text arrived almost an hour ago, but you had been to caught up to notice. You decided to ignore it and instead, you went back to your piano, choosing Motzart’s Requiem to release your emotions. 

You had just started when a feeble knock interrupted your thoughts. You could tell it was David before you heard him softly say your name from the other side. 

“Please.... talk... know... Sorry.” You just heard bits of his words, but you knew it was an apology. 

Despite everything screaming at you to ignore him, you stood up from your bench and walked over to your front door. When you opened it you saw David leaning against the frame, his bloodshot eyes staring directly into yours. 

“Can I come in?” He cleared his raspy throat and stood up straight, looking hopeful. 

You stood aside, letting him walk into your flat. 

You both sat at the couch, neither speaking but both of you were lost in thought. You wondered if this was a bad idea, maybe you two should have had a day to calm down. 

“I am so sorry. God that sounds so weak compared to what I want to say. You have been my only grace for months. Every day I come home and I want to curl up into a ball. And you- you are the only one that helps me. And to think that I’ve only been hurting you... It kills me. I’m not okay, despite what I keep telling myself and you. I keep getting deeper and deeper into this hole. It almost feels too late. I haven’t felt like this since I lost- since I lost the Secretary. I’m getting help, I have to. I love you so much. Please forgive me.”

You sat there, watching him fall apart, his accent growing thicker the more he cried. He let out a sob and you shifted to him, wrapping him into your chest. 

“It’s alright darling. I love you too. I’m so glad you’re recognizing this and dealing with it. We’ll get better. Together, like we always do.”

“Thank you. Thank you.” You heard him whisper into your thighs. 

You began to cry into his shoulder, while he cried into your lap, and you sat there. Relishing in each other’s embrace, enjoying the first real moments you have had together in months. 

[super-legalizelove]

David Budd X Reader

Prompt:None

Words:1,639

Warnings:Drinking, Drunkenness, Fighting, Breakup, Cussing, Drug Use, Peer pressure

Sitting on the couch you continue to look at the clock, growing more and more anxious. David had told you that he was on his way home over an hour ago and you couldn’t help but start to think of the worst. David and you met when he was the bodyguard for your boss Julia and you two couldn’t help but fall for each other. He was great at his job but you couldn’t help but notice how much energy it took from him and it had become an often argument between you on how he needed to take a break.

Getting tired of waiting with anxiety taking over your thinking you grab some whiskey to calm yourself down. You were a few glasses in when you heard the front door open then slam shut, you set your glass down and stand up seeing David stumbling into the living room. Worried by his actions your rush over to him to see if he was hurt but you notice no wounds of any kind on him.

“David, what is wrong?” You ask, your hands finding their way to his face, he looks at you and chuckles, and you smell the alcohol on his breath and you quickly pull away from him.

“Nothing love, I am fine.” He smiles, stepping close but you can’t help but step away hurt by him getting drunk after telling you he would be home, how he left you worrying that something awful happened to him.

“Are you drunk?” You ask hurt evident in your voice. He rolls his eyes and makes his way to the couch picking up your glass drinking the liquid out of it.

“I needed to get a drink, why do you even care?” You glare at him, standing in the same spot where he left you.

“I was worried, David. You told me you would be home an hour ago.” He chuckles with a hint of annoyance in his laugh.

“I made a change of plans. I am allowed to do that, you are not in charge of what I do,” he mumbles into the glass.

“You are allowed to have a change of plans David but I never know if you are going to come home alive because you are on your way to working yourself to death.” You exclaim, walking over to stand in front of him.

“Not this again. I am tired of arguing over the same shit Y/N.” He rolls his eyes, pouring himself another drink.

“You don’t think I am too? I only want what is best for you yet you don’t even want to ever hear me out.” A lump in your throat was appearing but you ignored it, you never enjoyed fighting with him but he never listened to you.

“And I want you to leave me alone but we don’t always get what we want.” He glares up at you. Your face falls at his words, David had always been an emotional drunk but tonight he chose to be cruel. You turn around and make your way to the kitchen not responding to him. “For once she doesn’t have anything more to say, it is a miracle.” He chuckles, downing the liquid in his glass.

“Why are you being such a dick?” You question, turning around to face him. “I haven’t done anything to you.”

“You haven’t done anything? I can’t go even one day without you fucking nagging in my ear about how I should take a break, or you texting or calling me wondering where I am. You act like you are my girlfriend.” He gets up saying this in your face, and you feel your heart break at his last few words. You stare at his face for a second before pushing past him going to the bedroom, picking up the clothes you had, you come into the living room with your bag in your hand.

“You are right. You don’t have to worry about me anymore, I am not your girlfriend after all.” You throw the spare keys you had at him and you storm out of the house, hearing a glass break against the wall after you slam the door. Choosing to ignore it you start walking to your own flat, calling your best friend. You were in serious need of cheering up.

After breaking up with David, well in a way, you had called into work sick for two days. You did not want to see him and you even ended up turning off your phone when he started calling and texting you saying he was sorry and telling you he wanted to talk. You were heartbroken and wanted nothing more than to be alone.

“Y/N open the door!” You hear your friend call while banging on the door. You open it and she almost laughs at your rough appearance. “You look like shit.” She pushes past you coming into your flat, looking around seeing that you had obviously not left since she last saw you.

“What do you want Chantel? I want to be alone.” You sigh, sitting down on your couch grabbing your bowl of popcorn on the table.

“I am not going to let you keep sitting around feeling sorry for yourself! David is a dick alright? He doesn’t deserve you, so get your ass up and shower. We are going out tonight. No fighting me on this.” She pulls the bowl out of my hand and I look at her the hurt evident in my eyes.

“I am not in the mood.” She groans.

“I figured you would say that, which is why I brought you something.” She grins, pulling a baggie of white powder out of her pocket. You give her an unamused look.

“You can not be serious.” Your answer and she whines looking at you.

“Come on a little won’t hurt! Take a little boost and get ready and we can have fun! And I can help you forget Dave!” She wiggles the small baggie and you look at her then the small bag. You sigh and realize that you couldn’t stay in your flat forever.

“Fine.” She squeals and sits next to you pouring out some power which you quickly snort feeling the effects pretty quickly. You get up and get ready coming out after twenty minutes in a tight red dress with your hair up and your makeup done. Chantel whistles at you and you smile a little doing a turn.

Before leaving you look another snort of the cocaine and you both go to the club and you felt as if you were on a cloud. You were soon dancing with a few strangers while Chantel was somewhere out of sight. You had stumbled a few times and had fallen but the drugs in your system just made you laugh over it. The night was drawing to an end and you found yourself making out with some stranger when the drugs finally wore off. You finally realized what you were doing and pulled away with a gasp. The guy was asking if you were alright but you could only shake your head and walk away from him. You looked all over for Chantel but could not find her so you left the club just to find that it was pouring rain.

You didn’t bring your phone much to your disappointment, and you look at the street signs trying to figure out where you even were. Shivering you made your way to the closest place you could think of even though your mind was screaming at you to just find a cab. After half an hour walking in the rain, shivering you knock on the door in front of you. There was no answer and you almost laughed at your stupidity, it was probably early in the morning and everyone was asleep. You shake your head and start to walk away, then you hear the door open and you turn around to see David looking at you very confused. There you stood in front of him, you had woken him up and were standing at his door shivering drenched from the rain, bruised and covered in glitter from the club.

“Y/N?” He asks in a groggy voice and you start sobbing when he speaks to you.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to smother you, I just worry about you. I am sorry, I should go.” you sob, turning around before he grabs your arm lightly bringing you into a tight hug, as he smoothes your hair with his hand. You cry into his neck, holding onto him tightly scared that if you let go that he will disappear.

“You did nothing wrong. I am so sorry I hurt you. I love you more than anyone in the entire world. Please come back, I can’t keep living without you. I need you with me.” He whispers in your ear his voice breaking, and you can feel his breathing become shaky. You nod into him and he kisses your cheek, bringing you inside to get out of the cold. “I promise I will take a break, we can spend time together. I want to show you how much I love you.” He says, walking with his arm around you.

“I love you too.” You whisper and you instantly felt better being in his arms, No matter what happens between you and David, he would always be your one and only. You loved him.

A/N: Hello everyone! I hope you enjoyed this Bodyguard one-shot! This is my first David Budd one-shot but I plan of writing more, and hopefully, they will be a little more happy than this one! Let me know what you think! I love you all! XOXO

[babybluebex]

the proposal [tom holland x reader]

➽ pairing: ceo!tom holland x fem!reader (y/n) ➽ word count: 3.9k ➽ summary:your pushy boss forces you, his assitant, to marry him in order to keep his visa status and avoid deportation.  ➽ warnings: forced marriage?? except not really?? ➽ a/n: this is loosely based off the sandra bullock movie of the same name which i recommend you watch bc it’s good classic rom com, but i just see tom being a dickhead and bodying this

I gasped as hot coffee spilled down my front, and I looked at the mail cart that had run into me. “Sorry,” the person steering the cart shrugged, and he continued on his way, totally unaware that he had just ruined my day. I gritted my teeth and looked down at my black-coffee stained shirt, knowing that my boss would be out of his morning coffee, had I not ordered a second. I always ordered a second coffee in case a disaster like this occurred. Mr. Holland could be just awful sometimes, and I only made the mistake of forgetting his coffee once. 

The door to the office opened, and I looked to see my boss striding in. Mr. Thomas Holland was one of the foremost editor-in-chiefs in the world, and he was deserving of it. While he was a great editor-in-chief, he was the meanest man I had ever met. He expected everything to be just his way and, if they weren’t, he would work to make it that way. Past assistants had been fired for less than forgetting a coffee. 

I followed him into his office for his morning briefing, and a single sculpted eyebrow lifted at the stain on my shirt. “Rough morning, Y/N?” he asked with a laugh. I kept my comments to myself and handed him his coffee, and he sat down at his desk.

“You could say that, sir,” I mumbled. “You have a meeting at eleven, and Penguin needs that manuscript by tomorrow--” 

“Who is Jake?” Mr. Holland asked suddenly. “And why does he want me to call him?”

I stopped talking and noticed my boss staring at the coffee that was at first mine, and my face went pale. Written on my cup was the name of the barista that made my coffee every morning, along with his phone number. Mr. Holland looked at me, expecting an answer, and the look in his blue eyes made me want to puke. “Oh,” I stuttered. “That is-- He’s--”

“Do I want to know?” Tom asked. 

“No, it’s better if you don’t,” I replied. “Um, also, you got a call from Immigration Services last night. They need you to come in and do some paperwork.” 

“I sent it in last week,” Tom said cooly, taking a sip of coffee. 

“Not according to them,” I said. “Umm… Can I ask a question, sir?”

“You just did,” Tom said. His dark eyes stared deep into me, and I held down my shiver. 

I sighed. “You know what I mean,” I said. “I thought you were a citizen?”

“Nope,” Tom replied, popping his lips. “I’m in America on a work visa. What time do they want me to come in?” 

“They said ‘at your earliest convenience’,” I told him. 

Tom sighed. “Let’s go get this over with,” he mumbled. “Umm… You might want a change of clothes.” 

I looked down at my stained shirt and huffed out a frustrated grunt, and Tom scoffed. “Alright, then,” he chuckled plaintively, his London accent rolling off of his tongue. I wasn’t blind, I knew that my boss was attractive— a strong jaw that was always clean shaven, brown eyes that shifted golden in the right light, and dark hair, usually styled down with just the ends showing their true curly nature. He was tall and built like a Greek god, and his wonderful accented voice would have been appealing if the words he said with it didn’t cut right through me. Some would say Mr. Thomas Holland was mean; others would say he was blunt. I would say he’s just a dick. “Don’t have to get so worked up.” 

“I—“ I began and sighed. “I don’t have a change of clothes.” 

Tom cocked his head thoughtfully. “Have you ever seen The Bodyguard?” he asked. When I didn’t respond, he said, “It’s a show on the BBC, I should have known you wouldn’t have seen it.” With that, he pulled off his jacket and draped it against his desk chair, and he loosened his tie around his neck. 

“Mr. Holland, what are you doing?” I asked quickly, jerking forward to stop him. 

He looked at me with those honey eyes as he set his tie on his desk. “I am giving you the shirt off of my back,” he said. “Like the kind soul I am.”

I nearly protested, but I knew that he had a spare; I had brought it from the dry cleaners two days ago. I searched for something to say to him as he disrobed, and the sight of his bare chest made me say “Thank you. It is very kind.” 

“Most would say uncharacteristic,” Tom said, handing his shirt. The hand clutching his shirt had a shining watch on the wrist, and, while the sight was enticing, it only served to remind me of how late we were going to be. The shirt was still warm from him having worn it, and he crossed the room to retrieve his spare from the storage closet. 

“Most would,” I agreed. I pulled my blazer off and began to undo my shirt, but I felt as if Tom was staring at me. I looked over my shoulder to him, already doing up the buttons on his shirt, and his eyes lifted to mine. 

“Do you need help, Y/N?” Tom asked, a snide bite to his words. 

I furrowed my eyebrows. “Can you…” I started. “Ya know, turn around?” 

Tom scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Americans are so prudish,” he said. “I undressed in front of you, didn’t I?” 

“Yes, but it’s different,” I said. “Just close your eyes, something, please.” 

Tom laughed lightly, and he made a show of covering his eyes with his hands. “Is that better?” 

I rolled my eyes. It would have to be good enough. I pulled my shirt off and exchanged it for his and, once I was fully dressed again, I said, “Alright. Thank you.” 

“Great,” Tom said and uncovered his eyes. “Are you ready to go now?”

I rolled my eyes at him. “Sure.”

Once we arrived at the Immigration office, Tom was brought in almost immediately, and he had me come in to take notes. A secretary’s job is never done, I guess. I stood by the door as he sat before the officer, and I watched the scene unfold before me. 

“Mr. Holland, you’re here on a work visa,” the officer began. “Which means you’re not allowed to leave the country.”

“Yes,” Tom said, and he raised an eyebrow. “And?”

“And you went to an international book fair…” the officer began as he shuffled some papers around. “In Germany, last month.”

Tom scoffed and flipped his tie in annoyance. “It was for my job,” he said. “Can’t I go to work functions?” 

“Not when it violates the rules of your visa,” the officer said. “Because you violated those rules, you have to leave the country and go back to your home country for one year.”

Tom straightened in his seat suddenly and gave a laugh. “I can’t do that,” he said seriously. “I can’t work from a different country for a full year. I’d lose my job.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Holland, but it’s federal law,” the officer said. “The only way you can stay in the country is if you get married by the end of this month, and--”

I had worked for Thomas Holland for a long time. I knew him well. I knew what shampoo he used, what pants size he wore, and, most importantly, I knew what he looked like when he got an idea. His chin went up, his shoulders went back, and he smiled. He rarely smiled, at least where I was concerned. “Um, yeah, w-what if I am getting married?” Tom asked. “What-What then?”

“Well, it would have to be filed appropriately and the service would need to be witnessed,” the officer said. “But, if everything was legal, you would be allowed to stay in the country.”

Tom turned around to look at me and he gestured for me to step closer. “C’mere, darling,” he said, and his honey eyes widened at me. “Don’t be shy, c’mon.” He turned back to the officer and gave a smile to him. “She’s so shy, it’s adorable.”

I stepped closer to him, and Tom stood up and wrapped his arm around my waist. I was confused as hell about what he was doing, but it clicked when he captured my chin between his forefinger and thumb and planted a quick kiss to my mouth. Oh fuck. If he was fired, I would be out of a job too. I needed Tom to stay in the country, which meant that he had to get married. And who better to marry than somebody who already knows everything about you? Fuck. That’s me. “You two?” the immigration officer asked. “Is she not your secretary?”

“She is, yes,” Tom said, and he laughed nervously. “But it wouldn’t be the first time that someone fell for their secretary, would it?” He then gave a deep laugh, and I quickly giggled to ease the tension. “Yes, no, but… Y/N and I are getting married. We were planning on a spring wedding-- you know how girls and spring weddings are-- but we could fast-track it, if it keeps me here… With her.” 

The immigration officer raised an eyebrow. “Really?” he said. “Where is your ring?”

I looked down at my hands, certainly missing an engagement ring. “Oh, umm…” I began. “Well, you see, we don’t want our coworkers to know yet. Seeing as I’m being promoted to editor, we thought it would be inappropriate for our relationship to be… Known to the office. I have a ring, but I don’t wear it.”

“Yes, editor…” Tom began and looked at me, a flash of annoyance crossing his face for just a moment. “Sure, yeah. Yeah, of course.”

“Alright, Ms. Y/L/N,” the immigration officer began. “You do understand that, if you are caught in a lie, it’s five years in a federal prison?”

I nodded and gave a tight smile. “Good thing we’re not lying.”

I watched Tom as we left the building and, once we were outside, I stopped walking. “Wanna explain that?” I called. 

Tom stopped and turned on his heel, his phone already pressed to his ear. “What is it?” He asked. “I’m on a call.”

I huffed and pulled his phone away. “Mr. Holland has business to attend to,” I said. “He’ll call back.” I hung up and shoved the phone into my pocket, and I crossed my arms. “What was that?”

“What was what?” Tom asked, and I gestured back to the building with a huff. “Oh. It’s the only way for me to stay in the country and keep my job. We’ll get a legal marriage by the end of the month, then, when the appropriate amount of time passes, I’ll set up a quickie divorce and you can forget that this funny little thing ever happened.”

“What if I don’t want to get married?” I asked. “What about my boyfriend?”

Tom scoffed. “As if you have a boyfriend.” 

“Hey!” I cried. “You don’t know that!”

“You wake up at four in the morning, every morning, in order to get ready and get my breakfast,” Tom rattled off. “You work from eight to four every day, most times until five. You are on call at all times; your phone never rings twice before you answer it, especially if I am calling you. You bring me food at one in the morning if I need it. No boyfriend would be okay with a work schedule like that. So, Y/N, unless you have any other unfounded issues with this, I suggest we start to learn things about each other that an engaged couple would know.” 

“No.” 

“No?” Tom repeated. 

I smiled sweetly. “Ask me nicely.”

“Ask you what?” Tom asked with a grimace. 

“Ask me nicely to marry you,” I said. 

Tom gave me a look of boredom, and he rolled his eyes before he took my hand. “Will you please marry me?” He asked, his voice full of sarcasm. 

“No, no,” I said. “Down on one knee. You’re an Englishman, Mr. Holland, have some manners, for God’s sake.” 

“Y/N--” Tom began. 

“I wonder what airfare is like to London,” I began. “And moving all your stuff over there, it’ll take forever.” 

Tom sighed heavily, and he looked around us at the busy New York street corner. “Damn it, Y/N,” he mumbled, and he worked himself down to kneel on one knee. “Y/N, my love, my sun, my moon, my stars, my darling girl. Provider of late-night sushi and witty comebacks. Will you please marry me, with cherries on top?” 

I chuckled lightly. “I don’t appreciate the sarcasm, but yes,” I said. “I will marry you… Tom.” 

“Well, thank God you’re on time.” 

“I know, it’s shocking,” I chirped. “It’s almost as if I haven’t been reminding you of appointments for the past few years.”

Tom gave a shallow laugh and welcomed me into his apartment. I had been a few times-- he didn’t call me ‘provider of late-night sushi’ in his proposal for nothing-- but never long enough to take in the place. It was nice, a lot nicer than the apartment I lived in. In my apartment, I could extend my arms all the way and touch either side of my living space. 

“We have a lot of work to do,” Tom said. He wore mostly the same outfit from the day, sans the jacket and tie and the first two buttons on his shirt. It yawned open to expose his chest, dusted with thin, light hair, and, under normal circumstances, I would have liked the sight. Absolutely nothing about this was normal, though. “We have to learn enough about each other to pass the questionnaire that the immigration department is giving us.”

“Won’t be hard for me to do,” I said. “It might be difficult for you, Tom.”

“Nothing is difficult for me, Y/N,” Tom laughed. “Right, we can start right there: what’s my legal name?”

“Thomas Stanley Holland,” I replied. “Son of Dominic and Nicola.”

Tom blinked in surprise a few times, and nodded slowly. “How did you know that?” He asked.

“I had to fill out paperwork for you to make an appearance at a book signing about three years ago,” I said. “One of the forms asked for a middle name, so I asked you, and you told me that exactly.”

Tom nodded. “Umm… My birthday?”

“June 1,” I said. “You’re a Gemini, even though you think astrology is fake.”

“How do you--”

“For the past couple of years, you always sneer at the horoscope section of any magazine,” I told him. “It’s not hard to figure out what you think of it.” 

“You’re right,” Tom said slowly. He looked over to a pad of paper with his scribbled writing on it, and he picked it up and scanned the list. “I found this list online… A list of questions similar to what they’ll ask us. Alright, there’s no way you know this: my childhood nickname?”

“Which one, Dutchy or Billy?” 

“How in the fuck do you--”

“On your last birthday, you got a letter in the mail from your mom,” I began. “It was addressed to Dutchy. That was easy; Holland, Dutch, Dutchy. Kinda cute, actually.”

“And Billy?” Tom winced. “How did you find out about that?”

“One of your old uni friends works for a publishing company in Glasgow,” I said. “You sent him a letter to catch up-- but really to get him to do something for you-- and you signed it Billy.”

“Do you know why I was called that?” Tom asked. His honey eyes were unwavering as he watched me, and he seemed to deflate when I shook my head. 

“I have no idea,” I said. “If it’s anything like my college nickname, it came from a night of drinking and something unfortunate happened.” 

“What was your college nickname?” Tom asked, suddenly amused. 

“Oh, right, you don’t know everything about me,” I laughed. “Well… It was DongNose. My senior year, me and some friends decided to go to a-a… Ha, a male strip club. Things happened and… I ended up getting hit, on the nose, with… Yeah. It fractured my nose and my face bruised up really bad.” 

“Oh, shit,” Tom chuckled. The corner of his mouth twitched, and I rolled my eyes.

“It’s alright, you can laugh,” I said. “It’s a funny story.”

“No, I’m not laughing at you,” Tom said. “Just… Thinking about you in uni. Would we have been friends, do you think?”

“I doubt it,” I said, wrinkling my nose. “You would have been playing rugby or whatever Brits do at uni. I was a TA for a long time, so I hardly left my office at all.”

“Oh, that’s a question,” Tom said, looking at the list. “Where did I go to uni? Or, I guess, college, as you Yanks call it.” 

“Umm, your first semester was at the BRIT School,” I began. “You still get mail from them, asking for donations. But you transferred to Cambridge and graduated from there.”

“Well, Y/N, you’re wrong,” Tom said. “I went to Oxford, not Cambridge. My little brother goes to Cambridge. I don’t usually like to tell people that, it feels too uppity to me.” 

“You say as we sit in your New York City apartment,” I scoffed. 

“See, that’s different,” Tom began pointedly. “I didn’t grow up with much. Me and my mum and dad and brothers lived in this little town outside of London. It was a sort-of poverty area, so we only had what we could get by with. I was young when I told myself that I was going to work to get myself out of that. And…” He gestured to the apartment. “I did. And I was able to get my parents out of that as well.” 

“Oh,” I said softly. “What was the name Billy all about? You never said.”

For the first time since I knew him, I watched color rise in Tom’s cheeks. Was he embarrassed? Ashamed? “Umm…” He began. He looked to the coffee table and to the shelf underneath it, and he quickly pulled out a leather-bound scrapbook. “Mum made this for me before I moved to the States. Just some pictures of home and all. But…” He opened the book and spread it out next to us on the couch, forcing me just a few inches closer to him. There were pictures of him and his family in the gray background of London, most of them stamped with the date and time. A picture from when he was in secondary school appeared on a page, taken beautifully and professionally. A black blazer and striped tie adorned his frame, an insignia for his school on the right breast of his jacket. His hair was short and done in the spiked look that was oh-so popular with young boys several years back, and he gave the camera a closed-mouth smile, probably to hide a set of braces. 

“I was about twelve here,” Tom began. “This was around the time the nickname came around. I did dance all growing up-- Mum said I was too energetic and chucked me there to tire me out, but I ended up loving it. I ended up auditioning for Billy Elliot, and I got the part. I was on the fuckin’ West End when I was twelve, doing ballet every single day. It was great, but… I went to a Catholic school then, and the other boys in my class didn’t think it was all that cool.” Tom chuckled, but I could see the hurt in his eyes. “But then the nickname came around. People at school called me Billy, even after the show closed. I was tormented with it for years. It carried into college, and then uni. And, even though I’ve long since quit dancing, I still have people from uni that call me Billy.”

“Why did you quit?” I asked. 

“I just lost interest.” Tom mumbled with a shrug. “I was being bullied so much that I quit enjoying it. I sometimes wish I never stopped, but what’s done is done.”

The silence was tense between us, and I lightly cleared my throat to diffuse the tension. “Billy Elliot,” I said softly. “Really?”

Tom’s flush came back, but a smile came with it. “C’mon, I was twelve! And I looked like that! What d’ya want from me, Swan Lake?” 

“No, I didn’t mean it like that!” I exclaimed. “Besides, it isn’t any worse than what I did in high school.”

“What did you do?” Tom asked.

“You’re deflecting my question, Tommy,” I pointed out. 

“Answer my question, Y/N,” Tom rebutted instantly. 

“Alright, alright!” I grinned. “When I was fifteen, I played Juliet in my school’s production of Romeo and Juliet. Which would have been great, but my director was so inspired by Baz Luhrmann’s movie that he made it set in the 1950s, but had us keep the dialogue. It was… Not good.”

“Say a line, won’t you?” Tom asked. “Just a few words of Juliet.” 

I sighed, and tried in vain to recall even a single line from the play. “O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet.”

“Shall I hear more?” Tom mused, looking down at his lap. “Or shall I speak at this? I take thee at thy word: call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; henceforth I never will be Romeo.”

A smile slowly filled my lips. “You know Shakespeare?” I asked. 

“My darling, I’m British,” Tom laughed. “I would have my citizenship revoked if I didn’t.”

I nearly didn’t catch how he called me that name. My darling. A slip of the tongue, a thought from Romeo’s mind? Or more? “I guess we’re more alike than we first thought, huh?” I chuckled. “Anyway, I don’t think Billy Elliot is anything to be ashamed of. It’s a beautiful story.”

Tom sighed. “I hope this works,” he mumbled. “I need this job. I’m sure you do too. We both get something out of it. Which, I was meaning to talk to you about that. Editor?”

“Tommy, if I get caught doing this, I could go to jail,” I said firmly. “I’m not going to commit a federal offense if I’m not going to get some benefits afterwards. You get me?”

Tom nodded slowly. “You are a lovely girl,” he said softly. “Any man would be thrilled to call you his.” 

“You do,” I said. “At least, for the next few months, you do.” 

Tom looked at me with those warm honey eyes. “Have you ever been kissed, Y/N?” he asked suddenly. 

“Um, yeah,” I sputtered out. “Of course.”

“Who was your first kiss?” Tom asked. 

“Who was yours?” I said quickly. 

“Zendaya Coleman, one of my best mates from college,” Tom said quickly. “Answer my question. What was his name?” 

I hesitated as I tried to come up with the name of any boy I went to high school with for me to lie about, but my hesitation was answer enough. A slow smile crept up on Tom’s pink lips, and he bit his bottom lip in amusement. “You’ve never been kissed, have you?” he chuckled. “Earlier today, when I kissed you at the office, that was your first, wasn’t it?”

“Jesus, you say that like it’s a bad thing,” I scoffed. 

“It’s not,” Tom said. “It’s just hard to believe. You are smart and witty, beautiful, with a sense of humor… I can’t imagine that boys weren’t falling over themselves to catch you.” 

“Well, nobody’s caught me yet,” I laughed softly. 

“Thank God,” Tom said with a smile. “Or our plan wouldn’t work.”

[megs-mostly-past-random-fandoms]

Moriarty’s Secret

Based on this request:  can i request one with Moriarty. she’s the girlfriend that literally no one knows about. he comes back from the “dead” and reveals himself to her. At first she’s mad and pretends she’s moved on but he makes it up to her? thank you and happy new year!

Here you are, lovely! *Familiar Characters are NOT mine!*

Fandom: Sherlock(BBC)

Warnings: Faked death?? FLUFF! A wee bit of angst I suppose

Pairings/Characters: James “Jim” Moriarty x fem!reader(can be read as gender neutral though as I don’t use any gender specific pronouns/descriptions)

You held back a sigh as you picked up another of James' things. He'd been gone for two years already and your heart still hurt. Still, it was time. His housekeeper had been helping you sort through his belongings, though nothing had been sold or gotten rid of yet. You just couldn't seem to part with any of it.

         You were pulled from your thoughts by the sound of helicopter blades outside. This wasn't unusual. James' former friend/body guard Sebastian often came to check on you. You had a feeling James' estate was still paying him even after James' death. The door opened and you didn't bother to turn around as you greeted the bodyguard.

         "Hey, Sea Bass. Here to help?" For a moment, there was only silence. Then, a soft chuckle, followed by a few more. You froze in place. There was something familiar about that laugh. "Oh, I bet he hates that nickname." The voice was absolutely unmistakable now. You dropped what you were holding and whirled around, coming to face to face with the boyfriend you thought was long dead.

         "J-James?" you asked in disbelief. He gave you a cheeky grin and held open his arms. In an instant, your disbelief turned into anger. You stomped over to him and promptly slapped him. "You selfish bastard! How could you do that to me?! I thought…I thought you were-" you cut yourself off with a shriek before turning on your heel and storming off leaving James to stare after you.

         You were furious with him. Absolutely furious. You'd gone along with his schemes in the past, knowing that there was really no way of stopping him. He was who he was and nothing could change that. But you had thought that he at least felt something more for you. You had thought you weren't just another toy or pawn to him.

         To his credit, he left you alone for a couple of hours. He knew you needed time to cool off when you were angry. That didn't stop the constant ringing of the doorbell. It started only a few minutes after you'd stormed off, with Sebastian bringing you a bouquet of flowers that you knew James had ordered weeks in advance. He mostly likely knew how angry you were going to be.

         Next came the giant teddy bear. Then the chocolates, followed by more and more expensive gifts. By the time supper rolled around, you weren't angry anymore. You were still irritated though. For a man so smart, James should have known better than to try and buy your forgiveness. You searched the estate for him until you came upon him in the parlor.

         "Y/N," he greeted as he rose from his seat, "Did you not like that gifts?" You rolled your eyes. "They're lovely. Thank you. But you know better. I am so, so cross with you! I thought I meant more to you than that! I thought you were dead! For two years I mourned you and now, you suddenly come waltzing back in here like nothing happened?!"

         "Y/N," he growled lowly, "It's considered rude to shout." You glared at him, trying to put as much icy venom in it as possible. "It's also considered rude to let the people who love you think that you're dead!" You spun on your heel, determined to leave, but his hand shout out and grabbed your arm.

         "Let me go, James. I was only here to settle your estate. I'm going home now. I've moved on," you said, congratulating yourself on your voice not cracking through your lie. You felt him step up closer behind you and place his chin on your shoulder. "Oh, kitten," he whispered, his breath hot in your ear, "You could never move on from me. We both know it. I'm the king. Your king" A shiver went down your spine.

         You took a step away from him before turning to glare at him. "I don't care. You left, James. You made me think that you were dead. I-I-I…DAMMIT!" You couldn't fight back your tears anymore. You turned away from him again to get away and cry in peace. James slid in front of you and took your hands in his. "Kitten, don't. Don't walk away from me." There was a tone of threat in his voice, but something else as well. Fear. Fear you knew well.

         Besides Sebastian, you were the only person who ever stuck by James. Through all his schemes, his time in prison, his trial, everything; you were there for him. And now, here you were, broken hearted and threatening to walk away for good. You sighed and looked down at the ground. Taking a deep breath, you looked back into his eyes.

         "Never do this again. I swear if you do, I will walk out that door and never come back. Are we clear?" James' signature smirk appeared on his lips. "Crystal. Now, may I have this dance?" Without waiting for an answer, he queued up a song on his device. He pulled you to him and began dancing around the room with you. You couldn't fight the smile on your face.

         "I did miss you, you know. All my plans weren't as much fun without you." You rolled your eyes. "You could just tell me you love me," you said. James chuckles and, instead of replying, dipped you. You giggled at the sudden movement before he swung you back up at planted his lips on yours in the type of rough and possessive kiss you'd come to expect from him over the years. "I love you," he whispered when you parted.

(a/n: I hope you like it!)

[wtnrscap]

Cursed Words- Furnace

Pairings- Bucky Barnes x Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Bruce Banner, mentions of past Natasha Romanoff x Clint Barton.

Summary- Avoiding saying the words is a lot harder when you don’t know what they are. It’s rendered you silent around Bucky. Bucky knows he’s doing better in the sessions. Allison talks highly of him now. When a nightmare strikes him, you bring the deal forward.

Warnings- (18+) Mentions of blood, death, injury detail, PTSD, panic and anxiety attacks. Fluff. Swearing. Dirty talk, dirty fantasies. Eventual smut.

A/N- Sorry this took so long! A nice long chapter for you. It’s a bit deeper as well. What do you think?

This could be considered a songfic as I wrote this listening to ‘Inside Out’ by Andrew Austin so I would really recommend putting it on while you read this. I’ll put a link in. Also, the bathroom scene is inspired by BBC’s Bodyguard when David attacks Julia. This chapter is full on Bucky having bad dreams, PTSD, panic and anxiety attacks at the start but hopefully it gets fluffier towards the end. Taglist is open.

Cursed Words Masterlist

Bucky jumps awake at the gunshot that echoes in his head. Breathing heavily, he sits up and wipes sweat off his brow. The dream... it was so real... The gunshot sounded like it could’ve been in the compound. 

He’d decieded on a early night after a rough mission and left the common room at 4PM, missing his therapy session and ignoring the worried looks from you and Steve. Sleep had come surprisingly easy and he’d been fine until the dream.

Night has fallen and the compound is dark when Bucky leaves his room. His breath rises in the cold morning air and goosebumps decorate his skin as he makes his way down the corridor towards the kitchen. 

He doesn’t feel it until his finger connects with the metal button for the lift. The hairs rising on the back of neck. The feeling that someone is watching him, following him. Instinctively, he turns his head around and scans the empty corridor but sees nothing. The lift opens and he dismisses it as aftershocks of the bad dream he’s just had.

When the doors open to the kitchen, the smell hits him first. It’s putrid, rotting, and a smell he knows so well. His breath hitches and he takes a slow step forward, trying to hold his breath. He rounds the corner from the lift and the smell is impossibly stronger but the sight makes Bucky’s blood run cold.

Steve is sitting on a chair, his head lying on the table, arms hanging limply by his side. His eyes are glazed over and his mouth hangs open, frozen in permanent terror. A hole in his forehead leaks blood and Bucky throws his hand over his mouth in disgust and grief. 

Who could have done this?

On the chair opposite Steve, Sam lies in a similar position. A walk around the table finds Wanda on the floor, her hand inches from Vision’s, his body grey.

Bucky flees the kitchen and ends up in the common room only to find Tony and Pepper lying on the floor, wrapped in each other’s arms. Three gunshot wounds litter Tony’s chest and Pepper has one in her lower abdomen. Rhodey and Bruce lean against each other on the couch, their blood flowing onto the carpet.

Bucky staggers into the corridor, heading towards the training room. Lying a few feet in front of him is Clint and Bucky notices flies buzzing around the archer’s head. Bucky trips round the corner to find Thor lying by the open door to the training room. Just as he thinks he’s going to throw-up, a voice wavers into the corridor, “No! Please... Please...We can talk about this! No... No!!”

A gunshot and scream, “Natasha! No!”

Silence. 

“Are you going to kill me, or you going to stare at me?” your rings through the empty training room and Bucky’s heart pounds. A deep gravelly voice that Bucky doesn’t recognise responds, “I’m trying to figure out why he likes you.”

“I couldn’t tell you.”

Bucky peers into the room and spots you, sitting in the middle of the room hunched in a ball. Natasha lies a few feet away, blood seeping out of her chest. A figure walks around you and Bucky has to bite his tongue when he sees the black mask wrapped around the figure’s face, “How did you figure out that I wasn’t him?”

“He wouldn’t kill his family.”

“Family...” the Winter Soldier muses the word before barking a harsh laugh, “You don’t know what he’s capable of.”

“I know excatly what’s he capable of. The worst he can do is kill someone. And he wouldn’t kill his family.”

“You’ve said that. What do you mean by ‘the worst he can do is kill someone’?”

“You torture people. You make them beg for death and them don’t grant them that small mercy.”

“I didn’t make your friends beg for death...”

“Your mission, Soldat, was me, wasn’t it? You wanted me and now your stalling in killing me. Why?”

The Winter Soldier yanks you into a standing position and a knife glints in the dawn, “I was waiting for an audience. I can kill you now.”

You scream as the knfie is pushed into your lower abdomn and Bucky yells, rushing forward. As you collaspe, you see his face and tears erupt out of your eyes, “It’s not your fault. It was never your fault.”

Bucky turns on the Winter Soldier as the life leaves your eyes, “YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO KILL HER!”

“Wow. You really liked her, didn’t you?” taunts the Winter Soldier, “I was trying to prove a point.”

“Which was?”

“I’m back, James. I’m taking control.”

“My name isn’t James!” spits Bucky angrily. The Winter Soldier laughs nastily, “You are James. I am the Winter Soldier. Bucky is the middle ground. I am Bucky when I’m not on mission and you hide behind the mask that is Bucky.”

“Your not taking control. I’m strong enough to beat you.”

“We both know you’re not. I know how to defeat you. It’s the same way you can defeat me,” chuckles the Winter Soldier. Bucky snarls, “Tell me.”

“I’m going to kill you in a minute, so fair’s fair. Embrace James, embrace the soldier. Create Bucky and live peacefully in the middle ground. Your fear is helping me to take control. Thank you, James.”

“I’m not scared of you.”

“Prove it. Save your own damn life,” the Winter Soldier hurls the knife at Bucky. Bucky freezes and snaps his eyes closed. When he wakes, his body won’t be his own, his mind won’t have control-

Bucky feels himself pushed to the side and his eyes open to find you on top of him, “Bucky! Wake up, your having a nightmare!”

Bucky stares at you, then at your dead body lying a few feet away in shock. You shake his body again as the Winter Soldier howls, “Wake up! It’s a nightmare!”

You slap his face and Bucky jolts forward, an invisible hand pulling him out of sleep.

-

Bucky’s wet blue eyes snap open to you. You’re lying underneath him, your hands wrapped around his wrists as you struggle for air. In the split second before Bucky realises what’s he’s doing, he notices the scratches on your forehead, blood dripping into your eyes, and the dried blood beneath his fingernails. He releases you and as you cough, you scoot back on your bum, falling into his bathroom and closing the door on him. Bucky pounds a fist against the door, “Y/N! Y/N... Sorry doesn’t even-”

A few sobs interrupt him and Bucky collaspes against the door, his head resting on the wood, “Doll? Do I need to call a doctor? Are you okay?”

A sniffle.

“I’m okay.”

“I am so sorry...” Bucky whispers, tears dripping down his face. 

Silence. 

Then a whisper, “Bucky... I know you didn’t mean to hurt me...”

A few more seconds of silence before the lock clicks and Bucky feels your hands wrap around his body. He lets you comfort him as the sobs start. You sigh, carding one hand through his sweaty hair and resting the other against his forehead, “Jesus Bucky, you’re burning up like... like a furnace...” 

Bucky jumps violently and you almost fly across the room, but he manages to tug you closer to him at the last second. You look at him with shock and alarm, “Did I say a word? Goddamn it!”

Seemingly, Bucky ignores you, picking you up, taking you back into the bathroom and setting you on the counter, He pulls out a first aid kit from a draw and you sigh, “Bucky, I said I was fine... Please...”

“Sshh... Your head is bleeding...” Bucky mutters, dabbing an alcohol wipe to your head and making you hiss, “I think I did it... I think I scratched you...”

“I heard you screaming and realised that you were having a nightmare. I tried to wake you. I tried to help. I tried-”

“I know, doll, and I’m sorry, I really. am...”

“It wasn’t your fault... Do you wanna tell me about it?”

Bucky shivers, “It was a dream in a dream. I woke up from a nightmare to be in another. I dreamt that everyone in the compund was dead. Steve, Sam, Tony, Wanda. I went to the training room and watched... a man tease you and kill you.”

“Who was this man?”

“The Winter Soldier... He taunted me when I confronted him. Said I must’ve really liked you. He said he was taking control. Tried to kill me. You pushed me out the way. I was confused, looking at your dead body and your very alive face. The Winter Soldier screamed, you slapped me and I woke up, my hands around your neck...”

Bucky puts a plaster on your head before moving to the sink, washing his hands and splashing cold water on his face. He looks into the mirror and your heart breaks for him. He looks so tired, with black rings around his eyes and light stubble. You want to help him, you just don’t know how.

An idea hits you.

“Hey, Bucky... come here...” you flash a weak smile as Bucky trudges over to you, “I wanna move our proposition.”

“Our proposition?”

You nod your head, “The date. Allison and Steve have been giving me extremely positive feedback. I think you’ve earned it so I’m moving it forward... If you want...”

Bucky’s eyes are suddenly wide with hope, “Are you serious? It’s all I’ve wanted for weeks! I’ve been trying so hard in therapy, I feel so much better for getting off my chest!”

Laughing, you wrap your hands around his neck, “I’m glad Bucky, I really-”

A tight kiss quietens you and squeak in suprise. Within seconds, the kiss is getting more heated and you never want to stop. You want to savour this beautiful moment, kissing Bucky with everything you have but he pulls away, “No. No! You have to go!”

“What?! Why?!”

Bucky hoists you off the counter and shoos you out the room, “I have a date to plan! Out, out!”

“Bucky! Bucky, stop!” you swivel round and put your hands on his waist, a laugh on your lips, “Bucky! You don’t need to make a big deal about the date. A day, a night... with you would be enough. I promise.”

He pauses, staring into your eyes and you almost get lost in his blue hues before another quick peck is pressed to your lips, “I know but after everything I’ve put you through... You deserve the best date ever. Now go! I have a lot to plan!”

More shooing till you’re standing on the otherside of his door, your hand planted against it. A smile lights up your face and you turn around, heading back to your room. A voice calls out, “I’m happy for you.”

You turn to see Steve with a small smile on his face, “Thank you, Steve. I’m happy too.”

As you turn to leave, Steve grabs your hand, “Seriously. I felt terrible, not being able to help my best friend. We used to be so close but we’re different now. He’s been through things that I can’t even begin to imagine... He... He does deserve happiness, despite what he thinks.”

“I know...” you sigh, looking into Steve’s happy face, “Steve... I could really do with a hug right about now...”

Steve wraps his big arms around you, enveloping you in a big hug. You bury your head into his chest and a small tear slides down your cheek. You can’t tell if it’s happy crying or sad crying. But you do know things are falling into place. Bucky is getting better, everyone is alive and the Winter Soldier has been kept at bay.

Also.

You have a date to get ready for.

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Here's the plan for the day

I need a distraction from shit IRL and I don't know where to go for comfort so I'm going to bury myself in this blog and my writing.

Today I'm going to fuck around on my blog and try to get it a bit more organized to my standards. Unlikely, that'll ever happen, but no harm in trying, right? Anyways, one of the additions to the blog I'm making is a WIP page/post.

Here are the ones I'm currently fleshing out, let me know if you sent a request and it's not listed:

NEW Play with Fire - Chaptered Dabi fic (either x Reader or OC) [MHA] Titanic AU - Aragorn (either x Reader or OC) [LOTR] Titanic AU - Shouta Aizawa x OC [MHA] Titanic AU - Poe Dameron x OC [Star Wars] College AU - Aragorn (x Reader continuation) [LOTR] Exhausted Parents in Okinawa - Kazuma x reader [Yakuza] Night Out - Majma x Reader [Yakuza] Daigo (husband) x Reader x Ryuji (lover) [Yakuza] "Drink Me" - Legolas x Reader [LOTR] Fake Dating AU - Sherlock x Reader [Sherlock BBC] Soulmate - John Munch x Reader [L&O:SVU]

REWORKS The Bodyguard - John Wick x Reader [John Wick] Enduring Eternity - Keanu Reeves x Reader [RPF] Vice Versa - Keanu Reeves x Reader [RPF] Winter Storm - Mark Fischbach [RPF] Reunited - Trevor Belmont x Reader [Castlevania]

POSSIBLY "Love Me" - Kiryu/Pocket Circuit Fighter [Yakuza]

Feel free to keep sending requests! I'm also more than happy to do ships in the meantime!

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Body Guard (Part 1) - Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: death, swearing, eventually smut in later parts

Summary: Tony Stark is a very rich man and with that came a lot of enemies. After a tragic event Tony decides himself and the people most important to him, especially his daughter, are in danger. He hires personal body guards. Bucky Barnes is assigned to Y/n Stark, the most troublesome, reckless Stark that there is. 

A/N: so an anon gave me this idea of a body guard au with Bucky and I really wanted to make it into a series as there’s a new series on BBC called Bodyguard so yeah, this is the first part out of around 10 I have planned out, if you think I should carry on and think you’d follow it let me know! :) xx

Masterlist

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4

 Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8

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“Mr Stark” Happy spoke in greeting. “My deepest condolences” Tony nodded briefly in thanks. Today was not a good day for him. Nor for any of the Stark family as limited as it now were.

“We have a new team of expertly trained security covering the area until the funeral is finished.” He spoke professional with care. Today was a sensitive day.

“Tonight you will meet with your assigned Body guard.” Happy informed.

“Thank you” Tony acknowledged, he stopped walking before turning back towards a happy. “Can you not tell Y/n just yet” he asked. Happy nodded in response.

Tony knew Y/n would not be happy about this idea, knowing she would argue that she was an adult and should be allowed to have freedom to do and go where she wanted. But he wasn’t going to let her argue against. This was for her own good. Tony couldn’t lose another child.

Tony walked over to where Pepper stood, a comforting hand placed on one of Y/n’s shoulders.

“How you holding up kiddo?” Tony asked. He always worried about her. Out of both of his children she was the one almost always getting herself into trouble. She acted recklessly and without thinking of consequences and that’s what scared him the most.

Yet here he was, about to stand and watch his son that he loved so dearly be lowered into the ground. A heart wrenching sob echoed in Tony’s ears as Y/n started to cry for her brother.

Life was so unfair and had taken him too soon. Some son of a bitch had murdered her brother in the cold, broad daytime. Worse part was that he was shot from afar, 2 meters away from herself.

She would never forget the image. As hard as she tried it was always there. Waking her in the night, screaming and scratching at her skin. As if she could feel the blood splattered all over the side of her face. Just like how it happened.

No one knew whether the shot was meant for him. As both Y/n and Tony were in front and behind him. It could have been for any one of them.

Tony Stark had a lot of enemies. But no one had ever tried to assassinate him and his family. Not until now. And in some way they were succeeding.

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After they had said their goodbyes to him, Y/n scanned the surrounding areas looking at the people who turned up. Her brother was surrounded by some truly great people touching their hearts and their souls.

Her eyes landed on the armed security guards who had formed somewhat of a square around them, communicating through small radios.

She knew her father would up security around them and this irked her. She just wanted to live her life with no restrictions but she knew Tony would not allow that. She felt somewhat bitter towards her father, even though she knew none of this was his fault.

“Y/n love, I know this has been a hard day and we’re all tired and emotionally exhausted, but there’s some people we have to meet tonight and it’s very important.” Tony spoke.

She nodded not really caring or having the energy to look up. Tony shot a worried look to Pepper who gave him a reassuring smile.

Upon entering the stark tower Y/n noticed how there were two more guards than normal on the door. Rolling her eyes she followed Tony to the elevators that took them up to the top floor.

Awaiting them in their open space living room were four figures. One being happy and the other three unfamiliar.

Y/n could only see their backs as Happy spoke to them. They were tall, large framed people, wearing black suits. She could see small black ear pieces with wires leading down to their pockets and it was suddenly obvious as to who they were.

“Ah Mr Stark” Happy called, Tony moving into the room to stand in front of the thre strangers, scanning each of them, both Pepper and y/n followed.

Y/n did the same, scanning each one of them uneasily wondering why and who they were. She had some idea.

“Mr Stark, this is Steve Rogers, an ex military officer. He has been your assigned guard.” Happy spoke, gesturing to the taller of them men. 

Steve said hello holding his hand out to shake Tony’s. Y/n tired to look as disinterested as possible.

“Miss Potts, meet Natasha Romanoff.” he said gesturing to a tall red headed woman.

“Nice to meet you” Pepper smiled shaking the red heads hand.

That only left the tall dark haired, man, who stood up scarily straight, his shoulders back and his hands together at his front. Standing like a true soldier. He had a blank expression on his face as he stared forwards.

“Miss Stark” Happy spoke his eyes hesitantly falling to Y/n who didn’t look happy. “This is James Barnes, ex FBI agent, used to be the body guard for the president and now for you”

Y/n nodded to James sharply, holding back her tongue. She was furious.

“Nice to meet you m’aam” James spoke, his face still emotionless and hard.

She smiled fakely “likewise” before storming off to her room.

“Y/n” Tony called after her. But it was too late, he sighed turning to Pepper who gave him a sympathetic look. Telling him to give her some time and space.

James immediately followed her as it was now his duty to make sure she was safe and he took his duty seriously. He would never let himself fail. As much as he didn’t really care for the Stark’s always thinking of them as rich, snobbish people with bratty children. A job was a job and he would always work to the best of his ability.

James had seen Y/n on countless covers of newspapers and magazines. She was known as one of New Yorks greatest party goers. Known for her wild nights out, always making headlines with her destructive behaviour. James remembers always rolling his eyes at them, yes he didn’t know her, but he couldn’t help but judge her based off of them. He regarded her as a young adult who had too much money and made silly choices.

He managed to stop the elevator doors from closing with his hand, sliding in to stand beside her. She glared at nothing as she punched her floor number in.

It was awkwardly silent as she waited, the humming sound of the elevator the only thing calming her from screaming. Once she reached her floor James arm stopped her from stepping out first.

“What are you doing?” She spoke watching him move silently. He didn’t reply, instead just walking around checking everywhere on her floor.

He went from room to room searching behind doors, in wardrobes, couches and bookcases.

“Is this really necessary?” She asked annoyed watching him invade her room. His eyes landing of every little thing, it felt intrusive to have a stranger looking through her personal belongings.

James stared at her nodding sharply before carrying on.

Once he was finished he waited for her to meet his gaze before speaking.

“Everything is clear. I will be living one floor below you if you need me. Good night ma’am” he nodded, dismissing himself. With that he disappeared to the elevator.

She stared at his back glaring darkly as he walked away.

What a weird man she thought before retreating to her own bedroom and locking the door.

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James retreated back to his new room in the Stark tower. It was lavish and big, he had never had a room with this much space. But he didn’t really care for it. 

He stripped himself of his suit jacket, sitting on the sofa in silence. He poured himself a glass of whiskey, downing it before pouring himself another. 

It was the same thing every night. The whiskey numbed him from the world and allowed him to get a half decent nights sleep.

He hoped the walls were sound proof here. He didn’t want anybody to hear his screams in the night if he were to have one of his nightmares.

read Part 2 here

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ANGELS | AUGUST WALKER x READER | PART ONE

PART ONE OF ? Summary: You’re the daughter of the Secretary of State and, after being caught up in an assassination attempt against your father, are assigned a bodyguard – August Walker. August isn’t sure about his new assignment, especially as it’s so different from what he’s used to, but as soon as he meets you, something clicks, and something tells him that this might not be so awful after all. Pairing: female!Reader x August Walker  Fandom: Mission: Impossible Word Count: 2444 Warnings: Mentions of blood, mentions of nightmares, mentions of death, mentions of guns. A/N: I posted before about having started the BBC series Bodyguard earlier today, and this idea came to mind. It’s partially inspired by that scene in episode 2 (which you’ll know if you’ve seen it). Anyway, I know there’s another bodyguard!August fic out there (which I haven’t got around to reading yet!) but I hope you like this one, too! I really loved writing this first part. I don’t know how long it’ll end up being, but maybe 5-7 parts! Hope you enjoy! <3

It’d been impossible to miss the news story that had broken out the week before. Even August, a man who spent a majority of his day working, had managed to catch the breaking news story on TV when he got back to his apartment later that evening.

SECRETARY OF STATE AND DAUGHTER CAUGHT IN AN ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT.

He hadn’t thought twice about it. These sort of things, they happened all the time. Politicians were often in the centre of things like that, and even though it was a little more serious this time, being the Secretary of State and all, he didn’t care very much. It wasn’t a rarity, even though the news stations and media were desperate to make it seem like it barely ever happened. Sure, it was rare for a politician’s family member to be caught up in it, but it meant nothing to him. The only casualty was his personal assistant, and the Secretary was still alive and well.

The following day, he’d gone back to work, focusing only on the job ahead and not on the fact that the Secretary and his daughter had nearly been killed the day before. Why should he have to?

Everything was normal at the CIA that day. Sure, there was a buzz in the air, people trying to figure things out with the Secretary and what had happened, but August wasn’t involved in any of it. He’d spent most of the day in meetings with Sloane and the team, preparing for the next mission. For most of the day, the assassination attempt hadn’t even crossed his mind.

In fact, it only really crossed his mind five days later when he was called into Sloane’s office.

“Walker, I’ve got a job for you.”

He took a seat in the desk opposite her and waited.

“It’s something different than what you’re used to, but I’m certain you’ll do well. My client has asked for the best of the best and I’ve assured him that you are exactly that. It’s not usually something I’d assign to you, but you’re the best agent I’ve got. What do you say?” She raised an eyebrow.

“What is it?” He pressed.

“You’ll recall, I’m sure, the news about the attempt on the Secretary of State’s life last week, yes?” Walker nodded. “Right, well, I’m sure you’ll also remember that his daughter was caught up in that attack, too. The Secretary has asked for a protection detail to be assigned to his daughter. He’s rightfully afraid for her safety.”

Walker furrowed his eyebrows. He wasn’t going on a mission to save the world. Instead, he was going to be protecting the rich daughter of the Secretary of State? He tried to keep the distaste off of his face. “Do I have a choice?”

Sloane didn’t hesitate before she answered. “No, you don’t. You start tomorrow morning at 8:00am. I’ll email you everything else you need to know. And both the Secretary and I expect you to do your best work, Walker. I also think it’s important to mention that I’ve known his daughter since she was young, and I trust you completely in keeping her safe. You’ve had the life of the world in your hands before and I’m sure you’ll be more than capable with having the life of one in them this time.”

She dismissed him and Walker left the room instantly. He sighed as he walked down the corridor, back to his office. He was a bodyguard. There to protect someone he didn’t even know the name of, simply because she’d gotten caught up in the middle of something by accident. Simply because she was the daughter of a rich man.

He shook his head and walked on.

Maybe Sloane was right. He’d had the life of the world in his hands before. What made having the life of one in his hands so different? Wouldn’t it be easier? Something in the back of his mind told him it wouldn’t be, and he believed it.

It had only been six days since the attack and yet you’d been woken up more than once a night by the sounds of gunfire and the images of blood in your dreams. Or, more accurately, nightmares.

You hadn’t told anyone about the nightmares. After all, they only affected you. No one else, bar your father and your driver, Teddy, would understand, and both of them were dealing with their own troubles. They didn’t need to hear your troubles, too. They were your own problem and no one else’s.  

And Irene… you’d lost her, your fathers personal assistant. You could still remember the sight of her blood, the feeling of it seeping into your shirt and on your face… you shook your head to shake the thought from your mind.

No, no. Today would be different. You were sure of it.

Your father had called you into his office just after you’d woken up and you hadn’t hesitated in making your way there after you’d gotten dressed. He’d given you space to deal with everything, just like you’d asked, though you weren’t sure if it was doing you much good. Perhaps talking to him about it would be good, or maybe even to Teddy.

Though, your train of thought was cut off when you stepped into his office and found him standing there with three other people. Two of them, you knew, and one of them was unfamiliar.

Your mother, Erica Sloane and a man. A rather handsome man, you had to admit.

“Sit down, sweetheart,” your father smiled, sitting down at his desk.

Usually, things weren’t so formal, but clearly, this was different.

“What’s going on?” You asked.

“Well,” he began, looking up at Erica and the man. Your mother moved around the desk to join you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. She knew how hard this all was for you.

You’d grown up away from this life. Your parents had divorced when you were eleven, and your father had moved away after that. You used to spend summers with him and the rest of the year you spent with your mother in Seattle. That was home. The fuss and bother of your fathers second life had never really been something you’d gotten used to. And then you got thrown into the deep end.

“I know you might disagree, but I think it’s important that we do this. After the attack earlier this week, your safety is of utmost importance to me,” your father explained, not looking away from you for a second. “I’ve gotten into contact with Erica, who you know, to provide you with a protection detail. It might seem a little much, but–”

“No,” you shook your head. “No, it’s good. If you hadn’t organised it, I would have asked anyway, Dad. This is good. And like you said, it’s important. It’s good.”

Your father seemed a little taken aback by your words, but he didn’t let the shock show on his face for long, instead, he smiled. “Well, good. That makes things easier.”

You looked over to Erica and the man. Erica smiled at you and you were instantly filled with warmth. Your father had known her when you were young, and they’d stayed in contact for a while after. Clearly, he trusted her to find someone worthy to protect you, and you felt the exact same way. Judging by the look of the man beside her, too, you knew she’d chosen the right person.

“This is Agent August Walker,” Erica introduced. “He’s primarily an agent in the Special Activities Division, but for this specific detail, I’ve chosen him to protect you. He’s the best agent I have at the CIA and I’m positive he’ll give this job everything he has.”

Slowly, and a little hesitantly, you stood from your chair and crossed the room to Erica and August. He nodded at you as you stood in front of him, and then, you extended a hand and introduced yourself. His hand was warm, and even though the look on his face wasn’t particularly friendly, you felt comforted.

“Thank you for agreeing to do this,” you said.

August gave you a tight lipped smile in response. “My pleasure.”

You were, August admitted, not the person he’d expected you to be. When he and Sloane walked into the Secretary’s office that morning, he’d expected a snobby rich girl, just happy with her father’s money, to waltz in. He’d expected you to whine about how you didn’t need protection, that you were fine on your own.

What he saw, though, was completely the opposite of that.

Something inside him stirred with the realisation.

August had to admit that you were rather beautiful. Not just pretty, even though you were that, too. But more than that. He hadn’t seen pictures of you on the television, only a few blurry images that media helicopters had managed to grab when you, your father and your driver had been escorted away from the scene. He remembered one shot in particular – a blurry shot of a young woman, you, covered in blood. The thought of that shot alone made him uncomfortable.

He hadn’t expected you to agree to the idea of having a bodyguard. He was sure he’d have to listen to your father and Sloane talk you into it over a few hours, not for you to agree straight away. And you would have asked for it if your father hadn’t organised it in the first place…

As he and Sloane walked towards the car outside your family home, a million thoughts were running through August’s mind. He couldn’t seem to settle on just one. But after he’d stayed up so late the night before, dreading having to deal with a snobby rich girl, he’d been pleasantly surprised.

His words in response to your greeting were true: it was a pleasure.

Or, he supposed, it would be. He hoped.

He watched as Sloane got in the car and drove off, leaving him practically alone at your home. This would be his base for however long it needed to be. There were a few other bodyguards around. Your father had one, as did your driver, Teddy, and your mother, too. They were recently assigned, just as he was. Yet he was the only one assigned to you. The only one they trusted to look after you.

Glancing down at his watch, August sighed softly and wandered back into the house, heading out to find you. It was a Sunday afternoon, meaning that August wanted to know your plans for the week ahead so he could prepare adequately. If he knew your every move, it’d be easier to keep you safe.

It took him a while to find you, though, when he did, he wasn’t surprised.

You were sat in the library, curled up on a window seat and staring out the window at the lavish gardens surrounding the property. Even from far away, August could tell that you felt a little out of depth here. Something told him that you didn’t spend much time here as a child, or even as a teenager. He’d have to find that out later, though he wasn’t sure a Google would give him the answers he was so curious about.

He was quiet when he walked up to you, and as he cleared his throat to announce his presence, you jumped. August didn’t miss the way your eyes flashed or the way you tensed up until you noticed that it was him.

“Oh,” you cleared your throat. “Sorry… just you… ah, what can I do for you?”

“I’m just here to discuss this week’s schedule with you so I can organise protection details in advance.”

You nodded and sat up a little more, tearing your gaze away from the window. “Right, of course,” you hummed. “Sorry. I’ve never really done this before… the whole bodyguard thing. It’s a bit strange.”

August stifled a chuckle. He agreed wholeheartedly.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket to check your calendar just as August sat down on the other end of the window seat. He pulled his own phone out, too, and opened up a new note, ready to write down your plans.

This was the first time the two of you were alone… August had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last time, either. He wasn’t particularly nervous about being alone with you, no, not that. Just… concerned. There was something about you. Something about the way you were acting. The way you’d jumped when he arrived. The way you were so eager to have a bodyguard. It confused him just as much as it intrigued him. He wanted to know more about you, and that shocked him a little. Usually, he was one to keep back and not intrude when he knew he really wasn’t wanted all that much. But with you? Something told him to step forward a little more.

“This is usually all private… feels weird to share it,” you mused. Then, you looked up at him and gave him a small smile. “Ready?”

He nodded, urging you to continue.

The two of you sat in the library for about ten minutes, August listening as you relayed the upcoming weeks plans to him and writing them down. You didn’t have too many things planned, and August was a little surprised. As the daughter of the Secretary of State, August had expected your diary to be full of events and galas. To find out you only had four things planned, and for all of those things to be nothing particularly serious or grand, was a little shocking.

When you finished, you locked your phone and leant back against the pillows behind you. “Is that all, Mr. Walker?”

He glanced over at you as he tucked his phone back into his pocket. Mr. Walker… “Yes, that’ll be all. Thank you,” he replied. “This place is pretty well secured, so I’ll be just outside if you need me.”

You watched as he walked out of the library and sighed, crossing your ankles. When he was out of sight, you turned to glance out the window again. This would be good, just as your father had said. Necessary. You squeezed your eyes shut for a second, but even a second was too long – blood flashed, gunshots echoed. You opened your eyes instantly and took a deep breath.

This would be good. August Walker seemed capable of protecting you. He seemed more than capable, actually… if only he could protect you from the terrors of your mind, too.

[rreader]

Hey girly could I request a moriarty X reader Hc of maybe how he acts when he's in love with her??

pairing: jim moriarty xreaderfandom: bbc sherlockwarnings: headcanons ; nsfw part genre: tiny bit of angst ; fluff ; smut

summary: headcanons on how moriarty acts when he’s in love with you.

a/n: aaaah, writing headcanons like this is literally so refreshing. I loved the request, thank you my love!

okay now listen up my friends

jim moriarty is a little piece of shit but we obviously all love him anyways BECAUSE he’s a piece of shit

and quite honestly

he’s be the kind of guy that would probably drive you INSANE

in various ways

let’s start with the fact that he would probably not talk freely about being in love with you

you  often doubted they even existed at the beginning of your relationship

but then he would resort to other methods of showing his love and appreciation

he sends you a shit ton of flowers

you know

like on those instagram/pinterest pictures

with like five hundred roses

and he’s definitely be the kind of guy that buys you Gucci stuff and the likes, just because he feels like it’s the right way to show you that he loves you

but showering you with expensive gifts (as nice as it is) isn’t the same as him holding you at night and telling you that he loves you

so he doesn’t

he only does when he’s sure you’re asleep

then he’s pouring his heart out to you and tells you how beautiful and amazing you are

how much he loves and appreciates you and that he wishes he could tell you all of those things when you’re awake

maybe one day he will

he’s definitely overprotective as fuck

and whatever he did, he always made sure to keep you out of it

whether it was another game he and sherlock were playing or with someone entirely different

he arranges around five bodyguards to be by your side 24/7 when he’s not home

and even if you whined, he didn’t care and would tell you that it was necessary

and then there is that other side to him of course

the sexual side

now James Moriarty used to be on the receiving and at all fucking times

because 

why wouldn’t he be

he’s james moriarty after all

but you’re the first woman he gladly goes down on

eats you out all the fucking time, even when you’re not planning on having sex afterwards

literally throws your leg over his shoulder and has you screaming in seconds

and that’s what matters most to him now

that YOU enjoy it

they say being in love changes a person

jim moriarty had always been someone who only laughed at that

only when you were smiling at him did he realize that the joke was on him

because yes

love really does change someone

but maybe

sometimes

for the better

[robertmcangusgroup]

The Daily Tulip

The Daily Tulip – News From Around The World

Tuesday 29th August 2017

Good Morning Gentle Reader….  Well the rumblings of Thunder in the far distance can be heard as Bella and I leave the house for our morning walk… “Hot and Sticky” my Mother would have said to describe the weather this morning .. The temperature is not that terrible from the heat yesterday having fallen in the night, but the humidity is the tough thing to deal with.. but enough of that, can’t do anything about it, so let’s get on with life and enjoy what we can…

PERSONAL BODYGUARD APP TO LAUNCH IN NORTHEAST CHINA…. The app's name, Jinyiwei, comes from the name of a group of secret police during the Ming Dynasty An app is set to launch in a northeast Chinese city that allows anybody - not just the rich and famous - to hire a personal bodyguard, it's reported. The Jinyiwei app, which is set to launch in Qingdao in September, provides an Uber-like service, and connects individuals and companies citywide with over 50,000 staff from 47 security companies.

AUSTRALIA DEBATES CAPTAIN COOK 'DISCOVERY' STATUE…. A debate has ignited in Australia over a statue of British explorer Captain James Cook, which has a plaque saying he "discovered this territory". The 19th Century statue, in Sydney's central Hyde Park, has come under scrutiny following recent discussion over Confederate monuments in the US. Critics say the inscription overlooks indigenous Australians, while others defend it as being part of history. Sydney's city council says it will seek advice on the issue. Lord Mayor Clover Moore said she had referred the debate to an Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander advisory panel. The monument was installed more than a century after Capt Cook arrived in Australia in 1770, later claiming the region for the British crown. Funded by the New South Wales government and members of the public, the statue was completed by English sculptor Thomas Woolner and unveiled in front of a huge crowd in 1879. It bears inscriptions marking Capt Cook's birth and death, but it is the south-facing engraving - "Discovered this territory 1770" - which has caused controversy. The Australian Broadcasting Corporation's indigenous affairs editor, Stan Grant, wrote an article on Friday arguing that "surely we need no longer maintain the fiction that he [Capt Cook] 'discovered' this country". Grant said that the inscription should be changed. He argued that some other indigenous people favoured removing the statue.

AUSTRALIAN ZOO WELCOMES RARE WHITE KOALA…. Among a group of marsupials born at an Australian zoo in recent months, one has stood out. The female koala, as yet unnamed, is a rare white joey. According to Queensland's Australia Zoo, the koala's fair coat is not due to albinism but most likely caused by a recessive gene it inherited from its mother. Experts say it would be difficult for such a koala to survive if it lived in the wild. The koala has delighted visitors and internet users "In veterinary science it is often referred to as the 'silvering gene' where animals are born with white or very pale fur and, just like baby teeth, they eventually shed their baby fur and the regular adult colouration comes through," said Dr Rosie Booth, the zoo's wildlife hospital director. Central Queensland University ecologist Dr Alistair Melzer said he had not seen a white koala in more than 20 years of observing the animals in the wild. "It is something that would be selected against in the wild," he told the BBC, saying koalas had predators such as eagles and owls.

WHY SARDINIA'S TOURISTS TAKING SAND AS SOUVENIR FACE FINE….  Sardinia's beaches took millions of years to create but island officials fear the theft of sand could destroy the environment Famed for its pristine beaches, the Mediterranean island of Sardinia has hit back at holidaymakers who have been pinching its sand. Under a law that came into force on 1 August, four tourists have been given €1,000 (£920; $1180) fines while trying take sand, stones or seashells home. They were caught by X-rays as they left Elmas airport in the capital Cagliari. It might seem heavy-handed, but for years islanders have complained about the theft of their natural assets. In 1994, access to the renowned pink beach on the Budelli island to the north-east of Sardinia was banned amid concerns about its future. In three summer months in 2015 alone, as much as five tonnes of sand was seized at Elmas airport, local reports say. Sand was also seized at the island's other airports in Alghero and Olbia. A Facebook page was set up, called "Sardinia robbed and plundered", on which people shared pictures of plastic bottles and bags filled with beach souvenirs. Stealing sand was a crime, the group declared, pressing local mayors and politicians to respond to what they saw as an environmental emergency. Now, the law says "whoever takes, keeps or sells small quantities without permission" faces fines ranging from €500 to €3,000. Customs officials are on the look out for stolen samples of quartz sand from beaches at Mari Ermi, Is Arutas and Maimoni, white sand from Cala Luna, or the yellow sand from Piscinas.

EU CITIZEN DETENTION LETTERS SENT IN ERROR…. The Home Office sent about 100 letters "in error" to EU citizens living in the UK, telling them they had to leave or be liable for "detention". The mistake emerged after a Finnish academic, who has the right to live in the UK, received one of the letters. Dr Eva Johanna Holmberg, who is married to a British citizen, said she "couldn't believe my eyes" when it told her she had a month to get out. The Home Office said the rights of EU nationals in the UK "remain unchanged". Prime Minister Theresa May called it an "unfortunate mistake". Dr Holmberg, who works at London's Queen Mary University, had originally applied for a "qualified person certificate" before receiving the letter. These certificates - for citizens from the European Economic Area or Swiss nationals - confirm the right to live in the UK for those who meet certain criteria. The historian said the "absurd nonsense" had made her "even less likely" to trust politicians in the wake of Brexit. "When I opened this, I could not believe my eyes seeing words like 'a decision has been taken to remove you from the United Kingdom'," she told the BBC. The letter said she was facing detention unless she left the UK with one month, she added. The academic spent the next few days contacting a lawyer, her employer, and attempting to speak to the Home Office. On Wednesday, the Home Office contacted her personally to apologise - six days after she first opened the letter. She said a "Twitter storm" had been created after her story first emerged in a newspaper in Finland. "I have been in contact with numerous people on Twitter, on email and on Facebook," she said. "I am yet to go through all of those messages but I have seen other people reporting similar experiences." Prof Simon Gaskell, Principal of Queen Mary University, said it is vital the UK government makes clear it understands "the huge contribution" overseas academics make. "Dr Holmberg and her family should not have been subject to such stress, and it should not have been necessary for support mechanisms at Queen Mary University of London to be activated," he said. The Home Office said everyone who received a letter would be contacted to "clarify that they can disregard it". "A limited number of letters were issued in error and we have been urgently looking into why this happened," a spokesperson added.

Well Gentle Reader I hope you enjoyed our look at the news from around the world this, Tuesday morning… …

Our Tulip today is in the rain, what I think we will get in a little while...

A Sincere Thank You for your company and Thank You for your likes and comments I love them and always try to reply, so please keep them coming, it's always good fun, As is my custom, I will go and get myself another mug of "Colombian" Coffee and wish you a safe Tuesday 29th August 2017 from my home on the southern coast of Spain, where the blue waters of the Alboran Sea washes the coast of Africa and Europe and the smell of the night blooming Jasmine and Honeysuckle fills the air…and a crazy old guy and his dog Bella go out for a walk at 4:00 am…on the streets of Estepona…

All good stuff....But remember it’s a dangerous world we live in

Be safe out there…

Robert McAngus