#that first gif is right after she makes the shot and the whistle blows

[the-physicality]

2007, conference finals phoenix vs san antonio

[buckyalpine]

I love Bucky loving his body. I love Bucky loved by the team. I love Bucky having his happy ending with a family. Imagine Bucky lounging around the sofa with his little baby girl tucked in his arm, her sweet face covered in frosting after smothering half of her cupcake onto her cheeks. The icing is bright red just like Tony's suit and it's his birthday party afterall, so everything is in full swing. Most of the cupcake is squished between her fingers, very little actually making it into her mouth but Bucky doesn't mind. He chuckles, watching her with heart eyes as she happily smears it onto his crisp white shirt, babbling and cooing, now sucking her thumb.

He is absolutely unbothered by this, all he sees is his happy little baby with her cheeky smile licking up all the frosting just like her mama. While Bucky couldn't care less about his shirt, a few others certainly did.

"Better get dunk that shirt into a bucket of tide pens Barnes" Clint snorted.

"Actually the quicker you get it off, the less likely it is to stain. Take it off now" Tony's voice went from fatherly advice to a seductive growl making Bucky's face twist in amusement, pink starting to color his cheeks.

"Yeah, give the little munchkin to y/n and take it off. Cause of the stain" Nat agreed, cocking an eyebrow. You giggled watching the scene unfold before you, your husband growing bashfully shy.

"Can't hurt punk" Steve shrugged and Bucky's eyes nearly popped out of his head until he realized his best friend had been nursing a rather large glass of Asgardian mead. Tipsy Steve was always a little bit of a pervert...

"I-

"For the stain"

"I think you just want me to take my shirt off" Bucky huffed while you grinned, giving his cheek a peck before taking your little princess in your arms.

"Can't blame them handsome, c'mon, show em' how lucky I am" you whisper and that sells it. Couldn't hurt and since they were all asking...

"Just take it off!" Nat howled with a wink, a bunch of whistles when Bucky sighed, indulging the team a little. He unbuttons his shirt and hands it off to a genuinely concerned Sam who would normally make sure the shirt got sent to the cleaners but this is too good so he throws it into a bucket of cold water and is back within seconds.

"Good God"

"Jesus"

"You look fuckin' good terminator"

"Alright, alright" Bucky holds his hands up, unable to stop the way his ears are bright red, shaking his head when you blow him a kiss making him blush more.

"Body shots!"

"What?"

"Yes"

Tony's eyes glimmer with excitement, and Bucky snorts, loving the way you egg him on, his daughter also squealing with excitement.

"Go on Sarge, y'know you look good"

He lies down on the bar table, surrounded by just the team, abs beautifully flexed as Nat pours a generous amount of some type of alcohol right on his belly button.

"When else will we get this lucky" She says with a playful smirk while Steve cracks his knuckles.

"Why are you cracking your knuckles, what the hell do you plan on-

"ME FIRST" He doesn't give anyone a chance, face planting himself into Bucky's tummy, his lips sealed, drinking every bit of the burning liquor with a satisfied hum.

"How much has he had to drink"

"Who cares, me next"

"I think you've licked enough of my husband"

"You get him all the time, don't be greedy"

"That cute little chubby ball of frosting and giggles is enough evidence you get him every which way, besides isn't there another one cooking, y'can't have any now git"

"Blink twice if you need help"

"Bro looks like an angel"

"Why aren't you blinking"

"Crafted by the heavens"

"You like this, don't you"

Bucky can't help but chuckle, surrounded by idiots. Drunk idiots. His wife. His baby girl. Another little one on the way. All who love him. Would protect him. Life was good.

[meazalykov]

custom shoes

kika nazareth x nikesigned!reader

summary: a pair of cleats starts to cause speculation about your relationship

you stand on the field, feeling the anticipation of the el clásico simmer in the air around you. 

barcelona and real madrid—it’s always been a heated matchup, but tonight feels different. tonight, you're debuting something personal, something that you helped create. the teal, ivory, and navy blue cleats on your feet shine under the stadium lights with the black away kit, and you can't help but glance down at them for a brief moment, smiling to yourself.

they're more than just shoes—they’re yours. and soon, they’ll be in stores all over, thanks to nike.

as you tug at your jersey and adjust your socks, you spot kika in the distance, warming up with the rest of the team in the starting lineup. she catches your eye for a second, and even from afar, you see that playful glint in her eyes. 

she's wearing the same cleats as you. a knowing grin tugs at your lips. she gives you a wink, her subtle way of telling you that she sees you. no one knows yet that you’d gotten her her own pair before nike even announced them. 

not just because she’s your teammate but because, well, she’s more than that.

“you ready?” kika jogs over to you, casually glancing down at your shoes as if she hadn’t been admiring them all week. 

her voice drops a little lower, a whisper just for you. 

“you look good in those, by the way.”

“i know,” you tease back, nudging her gently with your elbow. 

“and you look good in them too. we have to be careful; people are already questioning about these.”

she chuckles, her eyes flicking towards the rest of your teammates. 

“let them talk.”

you laugh under your breath, but she's right. fans had been obsessing ever since both of you had been spotted wearing the same cleats in practice last week. a few eagle-eyed supporters had even posted side-by-side pictures online, questioning why kika had the cleats before they were officially released. and now, with both of you about to wear them in one of the biggest games of the season, the excitement would only grow.

“do you think they’ll figure it out?” you ask, half-joking, but there’s a nervous edge in your voice.

“about the cleats or about us?” kika arches a brow.

“both.”

she smirks, pulling you into a quick side hug before anyone notices. 

“we’ll deal with it when we have to. just focus on madrid. they’re the ones we need to beat tonight.”

you nod, taking a deep breath. she’s right, like always. madrid is your focus right now. the cleats, the relationship, all of that can wait. 

soon after—the whistle blows, signaling the start of the match, and you slip into your game face, letting the energy of the stadium and the roar of the fans fuel you.

the first half is intense. madrid plays with their usual aggression, but your team is just as hungry for the win. you weave through defenders, your feet feeling light, like the cleats were made just for this moment. 

in a way, they were. every sprint, every touch of the ball feels perfect. like the shoes were an extension of you.

“y/n! here!” caro calls out, breaking you from your thoughts.

you spot her making a run on the right wing, and you send a perfect pass her way. she controls it beautifully, then sends it back to you just outside the box. 

without hesitating, you take the shot. the ball sails past the madrid keeper, and the stadium erupts.

one-nil.

kika is the first to reach you, wrapping her arms around you as the team piles on in celebration. her grip on you lingers for just a moment longer than it should, but you don’t mind. it's these small moments that make everything worth it. 

when the crowd settles, you give caro a quick smile, a silent thank you for setting up the goal.

the game resumes, and madrid retaliates hard. however, you're in the zone. each passing minute, your confidence grows. your cleats feel like magic beneath you, propelling you forward, giving you that extra edge.

in the 55th minute, you get another chance. a quick one-two with kika, and you're through on goal again. this time, you slot it calmly into the bottom corner.

two-nil.

as the crowd goes wild again, you spot kika grinning at you, her eyes filled with pride. you jog over to her, and she playfully nudges you.

“two goals, huh?” she says, her voice teasing but proud. 

“you’re really showing off those cleats.”

“had to make them worth the hype,” you reply, breathing heavily but smiling.

the final whistle blows, and the game ends in a resounding victory for barcelona. the team celebrates, but as you stand with kika, you can't help but notice a few cameras lingering on the two of you, zooming in on your matching cleats.

“you think they’ve figured it out yet?” kika asks, glancing down at her shoes, then back at you.

“about the cleats?” you ask, even though you know she’s not just talking about the shoes.

“maybe both,” she says, echoing your words from earlier, a small smirk playing on her lips.

you shrug, trying to act nonchalant, but your heart races a little. 

“if they haven't, they will soon.”

after the game, as you’re heading into the locker room, a reporter pulls you aside for a quick interview.

“y/n, incredible performance tonight. two goals in el clásico—it doesn’t get much better than that. how did it feel?”

you flash a polite smile, still riding the high from the match. 

“it felt great. madrid’s always a tough opponent, so getting the win today was huge for us.”

“and those cleats…we’ve never seen those nike boots on a player before!” the spanish reporter glances down at your shoes, clearly curious. 

“they look custom. are we getting a special release from nike soon?”

you chuckle, keeping your answer vague. 

“you’ll have to wait and see.”

kika brushes past you, standing beside ellie while catching the reporter’s eye. 

“don’t let her fool you,” she says with a wink. 

“those are going to be big.”

the reporter's eyes light up, and you know kika’s teasing just added fuel to the fire. as soon as the interview wraps up, you head into the locker room, shaking your head at her.

“you couldn’t help yourself, could you?” you say, plopping down on the bench next to her.

“what? i’m just helping build the suspense,” she replies, tossing her hair back dramatically.

you roll your eyes, but you can’t help but laugh. she always knows how to make you feel at ease. but there’s a part of you that wonders if all this attention—on the cleats, on the two of you—might lead to more than just product speculation.

a few days later, nike makes the official announcement. the "y/n" cleats will be hitting stores soon, and the campaign photos of you in them flood social media. 

fans go crazy over the design, loving the combination of teal, ivory, and navy blue.

what really sets off a frenzy is when photos surface of you and kika wearing the same cleats during all of the team's training sessions, well before the release. comments flood in, speculating about how kika had her pair so early.

"are kika and y/n collaborating with nike together? where is kika in the promos?"

"why does kika have them already? besties or something more?"

the comments only intensify when someone points out the little moments the two of you share on the field. the way you celebrate goals, the subtle smiles, the touches that linger a little too long.

you scroll through the comments one night, kika sitting next to you on the couch.

“look at this,” you say, showing her your phone. 

“people are starting to catch on.”

she leans in, resting her head on your shoulder as she reads the comments. 

“i mean, we’re not exactly subtle,” she says with a laugh.

“should we be worried?” you ask, half-joking, but there’s a serious undertone to your question.

kika shrugs. 

“let them think what they want. as long as we know what we are, that’s all that matters.”

you smile, wrapping an arm around her. “yeah, i guess you’re right.”

a few weeks later, the cleats officially drop, and they sell out within hours. 

later in the month, fans post photos of their new shoes, tagging you and kika, trying to guess if the two of you had planned this all along. 

rumors about your relationship continue to swirl, but neither of you confirms or denies anything.

masterlist

[outsideratheart]

Happy Sundays (Laia Aleixandri x reader)

A/N: I’m not a huge fan of this one and I’m not really sure what prompted me to right it. Hey ho, I hope you all like it.

Sundays away at Meadow Park were never something to take easy. After your last performance there you wanted to prove that it was one bad day and it would not happen again. 

“Forget about it” Laia’s hand rested on the small of your back as you stood in the tunnel “it was a mistake, don’t take it into this game” 

You had been obsessing over the previous league game against Arsenal when your error game the home side 3 points. 

“No can do” you didn’t look back at her but you hand to lower to her waist as you give it a little squeeze. 

Your girlfriend shared a look with her close friend and fellow defender. Leila simply shrugged her shoulders. If she has learnt one thing since coming to Manchester City it is that you held yourself the highest standard and anything below that was not good enough.

Through the fist half you didn’t have much to do. The ball was being played in the middle third for the most part and you took the time off the ball to watch your team play. There were a few moments when you were needed but Arsenal took too long to execute so they weren’t really a threat.

The second half is very similar to the first. That is until Arsenal commit a foul and city is awarded a free kick. Chloe looks at her options and with Bunny already on the bench you wonder who will be the blonde’s target. At first you think it will go over everyone and out for a goal kick but then it hits Catley’s leg and Laia has clear shot on goal. You scream in delight as the ball hits the back of the net. 

Do you want to run to the other end of the pitch to celebrate with her? Of course you do but you also know that isn’t an option so you retreat to your goal and prepare yourself for the restart. No way was you going to let your girlfriend’s goal be in vain. You were going to everything you can to keep a clean sheet and send the team into the quarter final.

When Laia got back into her position she turned around and made a heart shape with her hands before pointing to you. She did the exact same thing when she scored her first goal for the club. Just as you did then you kiss your fingers then point at her. 

“You two can be cute after the game. Focus” Alex points at the both of you. 

“Yes boss” you salute your captain and return your focus to the game.

When 6 minutes of injury time is announced you know that Arsenal are going to give it there all. They had nothing to lose and you were the thing standing in their way of going through to the next round. 

Your first true challenge of the game came from an Arsenal corner. Pavlova gets her head to the ball and you use every ounce of power in your legs to jump and push it over the cross bar. 

“Jesus Christ. That was too close. Be better girls!” You shout to the players in the box “that can’t happen again” 

“We won’t” Laia is the closest to you “5 more minutes. Project your goal, mi amor” 

You only have the chance to nod before Foord is on your for the next corner. 

A few minutes pass and you hate to admit it but it has been all Arsenal. You are filled with adrenaline from the saves you make and watching your girls fight to defend.

Somehow Kim gets the ball in open space. You know what she is capable of you do everything you can prepare for the power shot is about to take. It comes flying at you quicker than you imagined and yet you still manage to react quick enough, once again sending the ball over the bar.

When the full whistle blows you pound the badge on your chest in victory. 

Laia and Leila both coming running to you and latch onto you like koala’s. 

“Victoria, chicas. A la siguiente” you tell the two of them as you place them back on the ground.

“My keeper and my goal scorer” Leila kisses you both on the head.

“My keeper” your girlfriend says territorially.

“And my goal scorer” you match her tone.

The former Barcelona defender mutters something you don’t quite catch before leaving you alone with Laia.

“You showed them. You showed them all” she tells you. 

“You scored Laia. You’re the reason why we are through the to quarter finals” 

Nothing a lot is said as you head to where the team is huddling. Your girlfriend head rests on your shoulder and your arm wraps around hers. You won’t lie the injury time took all your focus and you felt a little mentally drained. Laia knew that this sometimes happened so she doesn’t say much. You both enjoy being in each others company even if you know the peace won’t last long. 

“There they are!” Chloe says as you approach the team “our stars” 

You take a bow reeling in the cheers before pushing your girlfriend into the middle of the huddle so the team can celebrate her once again. 

Once in the changing room you go about your business. You shower, get changed and head to bus to get one of the tables. By the time Laia get on board you are dancing around with Chloe as if no one is watching. 

“Y/N Y/L/N, what are you doing?” Laia laughs as she sits where you’ve placed your bag. 

“There she is. The love of my life, the scorer, the Spanish beauty, my girlfriend Laia Aleixandri!!!” You introduce much like an announcer does a boxer. 

With flushed cheeks, she pulls you down into the seat. 

“Look at us. You scored and I made some right worldie saves!” 

“You’re in a good mood. Will I be dealing with confident Y/N all night?” She moves lose wet strand of hair behind your ear. 

“Oh you know it. Tomorrow morning too” you quickly steal a kiss. 

[goblinpuppy35]

Out of Place Together

University Remus x Male Reader

(Previous Chapter) - Part 4 - (Next Chapter)

Summary: An academia-core themed story about the Marauders during their final year of university in the Muggle world. Soon after meeting each other  Remus begins to fall for one of Sirius' friends Y/N another shy student.

CW: Injury description and drug use

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"Was that someone at the door Remus?" came the confused mumbles of Sirius as he plodded down the stairs, missing one sock. Remus was still standing in the hallway, staring longingly at the closed front door. Hearing his name again snapped him out of his stationary state but Remus deliberately choice to not answer the question as he followed his housemate into the kitchen. "Your up early" Remus queried to distract Sirius from asking again as he switch on the kettle. "Hmmm yeah" Sirius groaned, pulling his torso out of the cupboard clutching a box of cereal which be began to eat from in small handfuls. "My Professor was so pleased with my course work submission, she's insisted that I have a meeting with her to discuss the possibility of a masters dissertation" a few cubes of shredded wheat scattered onto the floor as he spoke. "Remind me to thank you and Y/N for that later" Sirius munched. Upon hearing Y/Ns name Remus drummed the top of the kettle as it started to whistle.

"You ... um You and Y/N were on the same course in first year right" Remus ask, he had never tried to make a sentence sound so forcefully casual in his existence. "Yeah, but I didn't see much of him until the end of the year" Sirius stated loudly between mouthfuls, unfazed by the question. "He didn't always show up to class and always seemed to have somewhere to go after them as well. However once I finally got a hold of him he was a riot. Such a funny guy! Clever too! And he will tell you he cant act but that's rubbish, in the second semester he did an excerpt from Chekov's 'The Seagull' which I found genuinely fantastic." Sirius had hopped onto the kitchen counter top and Remus handed him a cup of tea before leaning against the table. "Did he ever tell you why he didn't come to class?" Remus asked blowing on his own steaming mug. "No thought a few weeks before I switched he started showing up more and got into all the behind the scenes technical stuff. Honestly everyone else in that class is an pompous airhead so it was refreshing to finally have him to talk to more regularly and you know he was the one who suggested I look into Psychology" Sirius beamed and was about to take another sip of tea however the line of specific questions had finally caught up with him. Sirius squinted at his friend, "Why are you asking all these questions about Y/N?". Looking down at his own swamp coloured tea Remus sighed, he knew he couldn't keep this from Sirius for long so he might as well get it over with.

"Y/N stayed the night. He was the one who left this morning", Sirius' half drunk cup of tea along with several used forks and plates nearly cascaded off the counter top as he leaped down to the floor and excitly gripped the shoulders of his friend. "FUCK! ARE YOU SERIOUS" Sirius bellowed out shocking the half awake James who had just made his way into the kitchen, "No, your Sirius. What's going on?" he asked as he slipped passed the other two. "Remus slept with Y/N!" shot out of Sirius mouth at a speed which Remus could not compete with. James who had started to lean in the backdoor, about to lit a cigarette froze, his eyes grow large and joyous "No shit! I KNEW there was something going on between you two. Congratulations dude!". Remus somehow both loved his friends deeply and hated them in unison. "I did not sleep with him!" Remus corrected firmly, he was thinking back to how Y/Ns face looked in the dark in his room, and how cosy he looked in Remus' jumper that morning. He wished he had told Y/N he could have kept it. "Y/N just stayed the night. But I do really like him. I'm going to pick him up after his play tonight again and I don't know I was thinking maybe then I could ask-".

"Um mate" James interjected "Don't mean to put a damper on the situation but have you seen the date" while he spoke James knocked his knuckled onto the wall next to him where the house calendar hung. It was a mess of scribbles and snarky little notes to one another, nevertheless within all the writing was a thick red circle on todays square. In bold capital letters below it read "FULL MOON". Remus frowned, he remembered writing it, 'Shit' he murmured rubbing the back of his neck which was already becoming sore and stiff. "Its alright" Sirius insisted in a perky raised voice, "I can drive him back for you" this offer made both James and Remus laugh causing their smaller friend to glare back and forth between them, "What! Why not!" Sirius demanded. "Halloween 1979. That's way!" Said Remus with a smile on his face but with a look which made Sirius push the matter no further. Remus sighed and tried to roll his uncomfortable shoulder blades before looking hopefully at James. His friend smiled kindly and nodded, "I can drive him home for you", James then turned the pouting Sirius next to him, "You can come too". Inverting his mood Sirius hopped from one foot to another in a victorious jig "We will take good care of your boyfriend Mooney" he cried out, giving a thumbs up in Remus' direction. "He's not my ... alright, thank you guys really *sigh* I need to go back to bed" huffed Remus as him frame hunched over and he exited the kitchen.

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Y/N met the grinning duo in Remus car shortly after the play was over, James explained that Remus was sorry but wasn't feeling well. Y/N had a strong idea of what the reasoning was for his absence, looking up towards the ink sky though he choice not the push. The journey home was enjoyable as the three guys chatted or more accurately Y/N moderated a hefty debate with James and Sirius over who was the best quidditch player during their time in school. Once they arrived at Y/Ns accommodation he regrettably informed the two this discussion would have to reconvene at a later date. Y/N collected this things and began to exit the car, as he did Sirius, like a dog being allowed to shotgun, bent his head out of the open car door window, "He really likes you, you know" and he smirked as he watched Y/N fail to conceal an embarrassed smile, "Yeah i think I know" Y/N said softly looking at the floor. He had half convinced himself this whole situation was fictional, an amusing story he had deveolped in his own mind for entertainment. The other more concerned and stressed parts of his mind earnestly wishes this could all be a dream. That way nothing would go wrong.

"You know, we could take you back to ours" chimed in James from the drivers side, leaning forward and giving Y/N a ridiculously toothy smile. "Some other time you guys" Y/N replied playfully and saying goodnight to his escorts began to walk towards his front door.

Inside instead of being met by the familiar deafening throb of base music coming from the kitchen Y/N could hear a softer but still obnoxious volume of reggie music spilling out of the living room. This change in atmosphere made Y/N mistakenly enter the room to collect a few books he thought he'd left in there. The thick cloud of smoke wrapped around Y/N head as he opened the door, making his eyes water slightly. As the fumes spread he saw several of his housemates slouched in ripped arm chairs and old beanbags, a bare minimum chores of greetings moved across the room like a drunk Mexican wave. Gritting his teeth Y/N responded with an equally low effort formality as he started to look for his books. "Hey ..... have you got a light?" slurred a person across the room, looking up from his search Y/N was shocked to see Peter. Or at least a version of Peter that looked as if he'd forgotten to shower or sleep properly for several days. Y/N wasn't sure what looked more concerning, the intensely saturated red which outlined Peter's pupils or the the hollowed out eye bags underneath them. "Um yeah" Y/N finally answered pulling out his own lighter and moving towards the curled up figure of Peter. Getting closer to him Y/N noticed what seemed to be a perfectly good lighter right next to Peters left foot. Clearly too spaced out to noticed Peter took Y/Ns lighter out of his hand, mumbling a string of words which might have been a thank you. The absurd amount of smoke not the mention the over powering smell of the room was starting to get to Y/N as he began to cough again. "I have asked you guys to open the windows when you smoke inside the house" Y/N awkwardly reminds the residents of the room though he knows none of them are listening to him so he turns and heads to the door. An unpleasant snore erupts from the other side, "god your such a tight arse Y/N". Peter was clearly trying to seal a place within Y/Ns aloof housemates, a small collection of half engaged wheezes was all he needed to grow in confidence as he hunched forward in his chair, repeatedly flicking Y/Ns lighter, unsuccessfully getting it to light. "Oliver was right about you".

This sentence made Y/Ns entire nerve system shut down and he felt like he was going to vomit. Then came the feeling of pain which started in his stomached and spread to his toes and head. Slowly turning around in panicked anguish he looked at Peter, who seemed to have fully moved from what he had said and having finally gotten the lighter to work was rotated the flame bellow an glass cylinder looking item which began to emit dark smoke. Y/N left the room.

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"Peter?" asked Sirius.

"Peter" confirmed Y/N siting on the opposite sofa to Sirius in the Marauders living room. Beams from the morning sun highlighted the steam from their cups of tea which had remained untouched since they entered the room. After last night Y/N felt he had to let the other know what he had saw. "Hey there Y/N" James said warmly entering the room with a bowl of cereal "we did ask you if you wanted to come back with us last night". As James sat down Sirius retold him what Y/N had just said, James naturally cheerful demeanour began to sour and he put down his bowl to rub his forehead. "For fuck sake Peter" he whispered both expressing frustration as well as concern. As he massaged his temple James peered at his watch and his train of thought seemed to jump, "Hey Sirius" he called to his fellow roommate watching his wrist. "Oh yeah" replied Sirius understanding perfectly, he hopped off the sofa and walked towards a door which Y/N had never properly noticed before. It was painted the same colour as the walls which helped with its camouflage but now inspecting it Y/N noticed there was a sturdy block which Sirius undid with a effort. As he opened the door Y/N was surprised to see he was met with darkness and was even more taken aback to see Sirius descend into it.

"I didn't know you guys had a basement." James only hummed back in agreement not fully listening still rubbing his head. "Peters really not in a good place is he" Y/N said solemnly to which James sighed and took off his glasses "He's just always wanted to fit in" James began to explain, his eyes fixed on his glasses which he was cleaning his the end of his shirt, "And I always used to tell him when we were all at school. You fit in just fine with us Peter. You don't need to prove yourself in any of these stupid ways. But I guess he just didn't see it this way". Y/N was listening carefully but really didn't know how to responded.

"JAMES!" boomed an concerned voice from the still open dark doorway which Sirius had entered. It came a second time more urgent with the added "I NEED SOME HELP!" to which James jumped up instantly, leaping over the coffee table and darted into the dark entrance way. Y/N felt utterly lost and he rose from his own seat as he started to hear what he believed to be a lot of panic talk and panting between the two man. Gradually their voices came closer and then the door way was full of not just two figure, but three. The third hung over James and Sirius supporting arms which were already smeared with blood. Despite being practically carried by the other two the collapsed figure in the middle was breathing the heaviest and Y/N could see a long prominent gash starting on the left shoulder descended down to the stomach. It was Remus. His thick hair fell fully over his face but Y/N knew. The stress knot in his stomach began to twist.

Leaning the weight of his injured friend fully onto James, Sirius darted out of the room leaving the door open behind him, "I'll grab the first aid fix". James now meeting eyes Y/N started to fumble over his words, trying to find a reasonable explanation, "Its fine. I know." Y/N reassured him quickly coming over and taking Sirius' place as additional support, wrapping Remus limp arm over his neck. Gingerly they made their way to the open door and up the stairs. Y/N was surprised by his own efficiency, from the outside he seemed calm. On the inside he had lost treat of how many beats per second his heart was doing. Instead of taking Remus to his room, they carefully carried him toward to bathroom where Y/N could hear the taps running. With additional help from Sirius the three man where able to lower Remus fragile bleeding body into the water, causing Remus to let out a cry of discomfort followed by a heaving exhale of subsiding pain. James took to dealing with the trail of blood which they had made while Sirius listed off all the supplies they had in their first aid box in a frantic tone. Without thinking as if on autopilot Y/N picked up a clean cloth, submerge it into the lukewarm water then with the upmost care. As if he was brushing water droplets off rose petals, be began to dab at Remus' wound. Y/N kept his eyes on Remus' contorted expressions, insuring he didn't apply too much pressure to cause anymore pain. James started to yell from downstairs for Sirius to come and help him clean, his order looked at if it was able to make Sirius snap. "Hey. Hey" Y/N said calmly getting Sirius attention, "Its okay. Go. I've got this". After fluttering several looks from Y/N to Remus Sirius reluctantly sprinted out of the room.

Despite the echoing commotion from downstairs, the bathroom suddenly grew an atmosphere of peace. The drip from the tap paired well with the gentle sloshing sounds of water as Y/N continued to wet his cloth and wipe down Remus' body. Y/N was unsure whether the wounded Remus was fully conscious so for the time being he focused on his job. Letting the red and brown clouded water drain from the tub Y/N refilled it with fresh warm water. Taking a fresh cloth Y/N started to process again, he was so focused on cleaning a nasty cut on Remus' other shoulder that once Remus bruised hand moved itself and placed itself on top of Y/Ns he gasped slightly. Remus' eyes were half open, looking up at the ceiling, he only seemed to be half with it. Remus' grip made Y/N drop the cloth into the water, causing another desperation of colour to spread across the tub. Their fingers weaved around one another and Y/N sat waiting for Remus to speak.

"Read to me" Remus finally uttered before closing his eyes again, sinking slightly further into the bathtub. Looking around Y/N failed to spot any books of any sort in the bathroom. Pausing his search as Remus let out a groan of discomfort Y/N then felt inside his front pocket of his jacket. He pulled out a small black leather notebook. He was not being observed but Y/N did suddenly feel on display as he started to read. The story he read to Remus was one about a lighthouse keeper, stranded on a small island unable to escape by boat. It was a story he had written. As each sentence bounced off the ceramic tiles of the room Remus' breathing appeared to soften and his brow unknotted. The only part of him which remained clenched was his hand, tightly holding onto Y/Ns, as if he feared if he let go he would sink under the murky water and never resurface. After an undetermined amount of time Y/N found himself reaching the end of his notebook, looking up Remus' body not only seemed to be at peace, it was also asleep. The top half of his chest raising and falling out of the water. Turning towards the doorway Y/N saw James with a mop in and Sirius sporting a pair of neon rubber gloves, they too had a more relaxed expression returning to their faces as they smiled at Y/N.

[itsthestutterforme]

So Happening (Jake “Hangman” Seresin x black!reader)

Prompt credit @prompts-in-a-barrel : “I’d rather be alone right now.” “Tough shit,”

Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, sexual themes (oral sex), pining between characters

**

It’s a Sunday, Super Bowl Sunday. And that means the boys would be over your house to watch the Longhorn game, each of them more excited than the previous week. Had it been any other day, you would be watching the game with them. But today, you had a date.

You had just finished putting on your remaining heel and spraying your favorite perfume before walking out. Coyote peels his eyes away from the game first, blowing a whistle at you. He chuckles when you stick your tongue out at him.

“Y-you clean up nice, Y/N.” Bob stammers. “Thanks, Bob.” You said with a smile, his cheeks turned red as a tomato. The game just went on commercial, so you unfortunately had everyone’s attention. “Oh get a grip. You’ll have a better chance with Phoenix.” Jake retorts, standing from the couch to get a better look at you.

She’s mine, is what he wanted to say. “Asshole,” Bob mutters. You hit Jake in his chest when he was close enough. “Hey, what was that for?” “You know what that was for,” you spared him a glance before walking to the kitchen for a little pregame.

Jake was hot on your tail the entire way to the kitchen. “Your favorite perfume. Must be a special guy.” Jake states, watching as you poured half a shot of tequila. “Must be a real special guy if you need to pregame. Do I-“ “I know what you’re going to ask, and no, you don’t know him.”

“Immediate red flag,” “No it’s not,” “I know a lot of people. If I don’t know him, then he’s probably a serial killer or something,” “Don’t pay him no mind, Y/N. He’s just mad you’re not going on a date with him.” Payback pointed out. “That’s what I’ve been saying for forever,” Phoenix says, earning a glare from him.

“Just get your beers and relax. I’ll be back later tonight.” You said to him, getting his attention back to you. “Can you at least send one of us your location when you get there?” “I’ll send it to Phoenix. At least she wouldn’t crash my date.” “That was one time,” “One time is enough for me,”

He rolls his eyes at you, opening the fridge to grab some more beers. “I’ll be fine,” “Yeah, whatever,” now it was your turn to eye roll. He grabs five beers and went back to the living room. He sat back down but looked over his shoulder at the sound of your heels clicking.

You grabbed your purse and made sure you had your phone. “Have fun and be careful,” Coyote calls after you. “I will. Thanks” you said before closing the door. You lingered on the doorstep, sending your date the I’m on my way text.

**

You let out a sigh when you finally got the door open. You tossed your purse on counter, rubbing your face, not caring if you were smearing your make up. The house was still dark and untouched from the time the boys left.

“About time,” Jake calls from the living room, earning a yelp from you. “Jake, what the hell?” “Are you drunk?” He peels himself from you couch and made his way towards you.

“No,” you said after a long pause. “Yes you are,” “Okay, maybe a little.” You said with a giggle. “That punk got you drunk and let you drive home by yourself?” “Jake-“ “No, don’t Jake me. He’s not good enough for you.”

And just like that, your buzz is over. “Oh yeah? Well who is good enough for me, since you know so much about me. You?” Silence fell between you and your face slowly began to fall. Coyote was right.

“Jake, no,” you said, exasperated and turned away from him for a moment. “I’m your wingman. It’ll only complicate things.” You added, slowly turning to him, gasping when you notice how close he was. “You claim me as yours to everyone-“

“Because you are mine,” “No I’m not!” “Like hell you aren’t!” You opened your mouth to argue back but soon closed it, clenching your jaw instead. “Oh come on, Y/N. Don’t pretend like there’s nothing here.” He softens his gaze and takes your chin into his hand.

“I’m not yours,” you said as you pull away from him. “Who do you want then, hm? Coyote? Fanboy? Fucking Rooster?” “You know what, maybe I do. Maybe I should I call Coyote right now and ask him if he-“ his thumb digs into your side as he pressed his body against you.

Your hands came up to hold his arms and you allowed him to walk you into the counter. You stared up at him, the silence in the room was deafening. “I knew you were mine the second you walked into Penny’s bar. I didn’t know you were my wingman yet, that was just fate.”

He slowly leaned forward every few words until his nose brushed yours. “Can I kiss you, Y/C/S?” More silence creeped into the room. “Yes,” you said just above a whisper and he closes the gap between you. He sighed against your lips when you finally locked lips, occasionally taking your bottom lip in between his teeth.

He could taste the tequila on your tongue and you could taste the beer on his. He kissed you for as long as he could until his lungs screamed for him to breathe. You broke away first and he finds himself following your lips to kiss you again. Your swollen lips parted when he pulls away and sends open mouth kisses down your neck.

“Jake,” you gasped when he cupped your breasts through the dress, his gaze dragged up your body until he meets your eyes to ask for permission. You push your body against him silently telling him to keep going.

He repositions himself so one of his knees pressed against your throbbing crotch. Pulling down your dress enough to expose your breast, you hissed when the cold air sent goosebumps across your chest.

A small whimper left you when he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sending shocks of pleasure through you. “Damn it,” he hissed when he feels his cock strain against his jeans. He switched to your other nipple, grinding harder against the swell of your thigh. “Jake,” you moaned softly and he stops his movements before he cums in his own pants.

He sent a lick to both nipples before sitting on his knees. You met his lust-filled gaze with your own. He helped you out of your heels, peppering kisses up your thigh until he reached your underwear line. “Fuck me, you’re already drenched.” He pulls your panties down until they pooled at your feet, propping one of your legs on his shoulder.

You were already starting to see stars after the first broad lick he gave your cunt. He pressed hard figure eights to your clit before kitten licking it, you rolled your hips to match the rhythm of his touch. “You taste so fucking sweet. Let me hear you, princess.” he says against you. Your head was thrown back in pure bliss and lapped your juices like his life depended on it.

Your moment on Cloud 9 was interrupted by the sound of your door bell ringing. “Hey Y/N, it’s Phoenix.” She calls through the door and you looked down at Jake with wide eyes. He pulled away from you and tugged at the tent forming in his pants while you fixed your dress so everything was covered.

But none of that mattered to the nearly painful throbbing between your legs desparate for release. “Y/N?” Phoenix called again. “Does anyone know you’re here?” You whispered. “No I came back after I left with the rest of them,” he answers, just as out of breath as you were.

“Hey,” you greeted Phoenix when you finally opened the door. “Oo, looks like someone has company over.” She wiggles her eye brows when she noticed your frizzed hair and swollen lips. You looked down in embarrassment. “Is there something you needed?” You asked a little harsher than you wanted. Thankfully, she knew you didn’t mean anything by it.

“Sorry to interrupt. But I think Bob forgot his wallet in your couch.” “Okay, I’ll be right back with it.” She nods and you close the door, making your way to where Bob was sitting. You searched under the cushions until you found it. “Here you go,” you opened the door back up and handed her the wallet.

“Thanks. Have fun,” she said with a wink, turning around to walk back to her car. The two of you wait until she pulls off to speak. “Um..” he starts. “We shouldn’t do that again,” you tell him. “Are you sure that’s what you want?” “It’s not about what I want, it’s about what is right.” You answer.

“When are you going to start doing things for you, and not for your status?” “I think you should go,” you press, feeling his gaze on you. Your heart picks up when you hear footsteps nearing you. You instinctively take a few steps back until your back hit the door. The door creaked when he rests his hand next to your head. He leans to flick the light on, revealing his lust blown eyes. Strands of his dirty blonde hair were tugged every which way from your grip. Your gaze fell to his lips coated in your slick.

You took your bottom lip between your teeth when he licks his lips. “You’re blocking the door,” he says flatly, his body completely covering yours. You held his gaze as you reached over to flick the lights back off. He loosely gripped your throat and pulled you in for a hungry kiss. He groans when you tugged at his hair, pressing your chest to his. “Jake,” you moaned as the pressure built between your legs. The back of your head hit the of the door when he reaches under dress and cups your cunt.

He wastes no time carrying you in his arms and walking through the house he knew so well until he found your bedroom. Laying between your legs, he could see your eyes fluttering closed under the moonlight creeping into the room. “Look at me,” he whispers, waiting until you opened your eyes to roll his hips against you, kissing you when your lips parted in bliss.

**

You find yourself thinking back to that night often, too often. The smell of his cologne would send you in a frenzy and that’s precisely why you were against having relations. You haven’t spoken to him since that night.

You would practically sprint away when you saw him stride towards you. You were currently across the bar with Payback and Phoenix, ordering some food when you made eye contact with Jake who was already staring at you while he took a swig of his beer.

Coyote notices the staring and waves his hand in front of Jake’s face. “What is going on with you two? Why are you guys fighting?” Coyote asks. “We’re not fighting,” “Like hell you aren’t,” “Don’t worry about it,” Jake says, bending down to look for a clear shot.

Your gaze fell back to the bar as you waited for the food. You felt a pair of eyes on you and slowly met Rooster’s concerned stare. He raised a brow and you gave him a reassuring smile. Your phone buzzed and you peered down at it to check if Jake was sending you another text yet again.

The blood ran cold in your veins when you read, “Lookin’ good, honey bun,” from an unknown number. Honey bun. Tears pricked your eyes the longer you stared at the text. He can see me, you immediately thought and the hairs stood up on the back of your neck.

“Y/N, is everything okay?” You felt a hand on your shoulder and you dropped your shoulder, stepping away the bar. “Y/N?” Rooster asks, taking a step towards you. “I-I have to go,” you rushed out of the bar. Jake and Coyote noticed, dropping their pool sticks and pushing through the crowd.

“What happened?” Coyote asks Rooster. “I don’t know. She got a text from someone and when she read it, she started acting weird.” “She looked petrified,” Phoenix corrects. “Well what did the text say?” Coyote asks, watching as Jake pushes through the crowd after you.

“No idea,” you jumped into your car and closed the door, resting your hands on the steering wheel and not moving from your spot. He’s here. More tears brimmed in your eyes. You let out a sob when you felt someone open your door.

“Don’t hurt me please,” you sobbed. “Wh- who’s going to hurt you, Y/N?” Jake asks with concerned present on his face. “Hey,” he held your face, wiping away your tears with the pad of his thumb. “Tell me what’s wrong?”

“I’d rather be alone right now.” You answer, sinking with defeat. “Tough shit. I’m not leaving you alone when you’re like this. I don’t care if you’re avoiding me or not.” He doesn’t move an inch until you showed him the message on your phone.

“Who’s this?” He asks, taking your phone into his hands. “My ex,” you croaked and it clicked in his head almost immediately. “Is he here?” He looks around the parking lot, the grip on your phone tightening. “He sent me a location ping with this address, but I don’t see him.”

“I’ll get Coyote to take you back to your house. I’ll handle this.” You caught his hand when he turns to go back into the bar. “Don’t leave me, please.” His stone-walled face cracked when he saw more tears streaming down your face. The two of stare at each other for a moment, his gaze falling to your hand linked with his. “Okay. Move to the passenger side, I’m driving.”

[futbol16]

Soccer Moms  • Alexia Putellas

This has turned out a bit more lighthearted, but I hope you enjoy!

Request: “Can we please get another Alexia fic? R & Alexia are the team mom's & during a game a fan rushes the field heading for Pina. R intercepts him but ends up getting hurt before security gets there. Angst & hurt/comfort FTW”

Word count: 1,3k

“You’ll play well, querida. Don’t you worry.” Alexia tells you as your arms circle her neck and you beam up at her.

“Yeah?” you whisper back with a smile of your own when she nods “I’ll score a goal just for you.” You mutter on her lips.

“Mhmm.” she pulls you flush by the waist as she connects your lips. You relish in the moment until it’s broken up by a shriek. Separating, though not moving far from one another, the two of you look over to the entrance of the locker room. 

Claudia is standing there, mouth agape in shock as if she’s just caught her parents in the act. You laugh at her expression and move to kiss Alexia again when she lets out another shriek.

“Don’t do that in front of me! I’m too young!” she tells the two of you and you burst out laughing at the frantic look on her face, she huffs at you. Alexia moves closer to the girl, pulling her into her side.

“Come on Pina, you need to head out for warm ups.” the brunette pulls the younger girl with her, but she reaches out for you.

“Don’t leave Y/N!” you grab ahold of her hand and the three of you make your way onto the pitch, the Bayern Munich players already warming up on their side.

“la familia superestrella has finally arrived!” Mapi is the first to start the teasing and you shake your head at her playfulness. 

The match had been going great with Barcelona absolutely dominating the German team and you had been playing your best, assisting two goals and scoring one as well which you dedicated to Alexia.

Now as you run up the field you spot Claudia and send a long shot her way watching as she skillfully controls the ball before sending it to the back of the net. 

You wait for her with arms spread wide as she jumps on you and you hold her up with one arm, the other up in the air.

“Golazo, golazo bebé Pina!” you praise the girl in your arms before pressing a kiss to her cheek and letting her back down to her feet. She nods at you with a bashful look.

Three minutes later when you pass the ball to Patri, you see a flash of orange pass by on your right. You turn around confused, as far as you knew neither of the teams wore orange today so who was that?

It’s not hard for you to spot the man running across the width of the pitch but what concerns you is who he seems to be running to.

The man is taller, even taller than Alexia and he’s headed for the short number 6 on your team. Without thinking you sprint after him as he starts yelling. The girl freezes in her spot, staring at the man with wide eyes full of fear.

“Claudia! Claudia Pina! Soy un gran fan!” is all he manages to get out before you throw yourself at him and tackle him to the ground. The referee blows her whistle as she notices the commotion.

“Pina get away!” you shout, but she doesn’t budge. “Aitana, take her away please!” the girl listens to you as she gently pulls Claudia with her and away from the man struggling in your hold. He’s desperate to go after the younger girl but you weren’t about to let him do so, not even as he lifts his head abruptly and headbutts you. 

You tighten your hold on his shoulders, giving him such a hard glare that he finally stills in his place. The blood slowly trickling from the cut above your eyebrow only adds to the deadly stare you give him and this time he starts squirming to get away from you.

Security finally arrives and pulls the man to his feet, both of them grabbing his arms. You’re still standing in front of him and you inch closer so only he’d hear.

“You dare to even get close to that girl again and I promise you, next time you won’t be able to get up.” With that, he’s dragged off the field by the security and you look around for Pina worriedly. You spot her walking to Alexia, she has been subbed off and you send a grateful nod to your girlfriend as she wraps the young girl in her arms. 

“That’s a nasty cut.” Aitana comments from next to you but you wave at her dismissively and simply wipe the blood on your jersey. 

For the remainder of the match you keep glancing over at the bench, making sure Claudia is okay and every time you do, you’re relieved to see her leaning against Alexia.

The game eventually ends in a 4-0 victory to Barca and your teammates celebrate the win after shaking hands with the Bayern girls. You smile at Alexia as she walks on the field with Pina’s hand in her own, the younger girl seems to avoid any type of eye contact though. 

You frown at that slightly but pull Alexia into a hug, leaving a discreet kiss on her neck.

“You did great out there amor!”

“A goal just for you.” you wink at her with a grin. She smiles back at you and subtly gestures to the girl next to her with her head. “And the superstar of the night, Pina!” you cheer as you tug the girl into you, but she makes no move to hug you back, keeping her head down. 

You look back at Alexia worriedly, but she only shrugs, her hand moving to rub the girl’s back. You keep Claudia at arms length, slightly leaning down so only she could hear you.

“What’s up hija?” she shakes her head. “Did he hurt you? He didn’t touch you right?” Again, she shakes her head. “So what happened?”

She sighs softly as she mumbles. “I could have moved out of the way or done something. And now you’re hurt and it’s all my fault.” she tells you regretfully, her voice cracking. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion and move a hand to cup her cheek and lift her head to look at you. You move your other hand to smooth back her hair and you keep doing so as you speak.

“Claudia it wasn’t your fault, bebé, he was just a crazy fan who chose the wrong way to get close to you. And I’m not hurt, it’s only a small scratch, see?” you show her the cut, it seemed less serious now, it wasn’t actually a big cut but it had bled and that had clearly freaked the girl out.

 She stares at it for a second longer before nodding. “And I talked to him, you know, you won’t have to worry about him ever again.” Alexia chuckles at that and you momentarily glance up at her.

“You threatened him?!” Claudia exclaims and the two of you laugh at her.

“Nooo, of course not!” your sly smirk is hard to miss but you hug the girl closer to you, this time she hugs you back tightly and you press a kiss to her hairline. 

“Now go, celebrate with the girls.” you nudge her to Patri and Aitana.

“You’re cute with her, you know.” she mutters from next to you and you glance back at Alexia with a soft look.

“You’re cute.” you state with a smirk when she rolls her eyes at your silliness. 

“The both of you are total...how do they say it, soccer moms?” Mapi grins widely at her own words. The both of you pull her closer, ruffling her hair.

“Aww, are you jealous?” Alexia teases her, the blonde groaning as the two of you mess up her hair.

“She totally is!”

[sylvialovejoy]

Pinch Me | Pt.2

Klitz x reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex, (Y/n) being the embodiment of Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss.

A/n: I’m 100% gonna make this a little series thing so feel free to leave any ideas or things you wanna see for future parts!

As the day went on, it seemed Eli, Matt, and Klitz weren’t the only ones who’d noticed (Y/n)’s... change. She’d received much more attention than usual, not that she was complaining. The day had been full of wide-eyed stares from the nerds, cat-calling and whistles from the jocks, and a combination of jealous glares, genuine compliments, and even some subtle flirting from the girls.

The bell had just gone for break and everyone spilled out of their classrooms and into the crowded hallways. Matt, Eli, and Klitz met up with (Y/n) by her locker and made their way to the atrium to find their usual seats.

“I say we go for the middle table.” Eli suggested, he was listing all of (Y/n)’s new found privileges and, by association, their’s too.

She gently shoved him playfully, “I think you’re overreacting guys, it’s not that deep.” Pulling out the book sticking out of her bag, she began to read it, checking her notes while Matt and Eli bickered about God knows what. Klitz was too busy staring at (Y/n) to involve himself- smart and pretty? They were blessed.

(Y/n) was flicking through her text for history later on when she bumped into someone, “Sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” She let out a small laugh and bent down to pick up the person’s stuff that had toppled out of his arms. As she did so, Klitz got a conveniently perfect view of her ass, her miniskirt riding up slightly. His cheeks blushed red almost immediately. He wanted to avert his gaze, he really did, but it was impossible. Noticing, Eli nudged Klitz and pointed at her silently before mimicking ‘taking her from behind’, prompting Klitz to slap the upside of his head.

“Ow! What the fuck, dude?”

When they’d turned their attention back to (Y/n) and the guy she bumped into, they watched as he shot up with a violent blush on his face after she accidentally brushed her hand against his before scurrying off with a whimper. (Y/n) cocked her head to the side and then shrugged it off, slinging her bag back over her shoulder.

“Poor guy,” Sighed Eli in faux pity, “probably the first time he ever felt the touch of a woman.”

Matt scoffed, “What, and you have?”

(Y/n) giggled and Klitz smirked, making Eli roll his eyes and readjust his hat, “Low blow man. Low blow.” They carried on walking before he turned around, “Also, hello? Klitz is like the biggest virgin going, why’s it always me that gets picked on, huh?”

Klitz made an offended face, wondering why he was now dragged into it, “Dude?”

(Y/n) slightly slapped Eli’s arm, “Leave him alone.”

His mouth formed an ‘o’ shape and he scoffed, “Oh, OH, so when I’m being bullied it’s okay but when it’s your beloved Klitzy then you just have to step in?”

(Y/n) linked her arm with Klitz’s again and he felt himself warm up immediately as a blush returned to his face- not going unnoticed by Matt who smirked to himself, “Yeah. Exactly.”

Now he was even redder and wasn’t even able to respond, only subconsciously leaning in closer to (Y/n), the two of them now side by side, arms interlocked, with practically zero space between them. Even he could admit that it did look odd; it wasn’t too often you saw a hot girl attached to the hip with a geeky guy like him, but something about it also felt perfect, like two puzzle pieces. Opposites attract, right?

—————

They had, in fact, managed to sit at the middle table, much to Eli’s delight, with Matt and Eli on one side and Klitz and (Y/n) on the other. They were now listening to Matt ramble on about some show he’d watched when (Y/n) gasped, causing them to all face her.

“Oh my, God! I almost forgot.” She said before taking a sip of her drink. They watched in anticipation, waiting for her to explain, yet she took another sip. Eli furrowed his brows and jutted his head forwards as if to say ‘hello? hurry up and spit it out, woman’.

“Okay, so,” she finally began, “are you guys all free this Saturday?”

Klitz and Eli nodded while Matt grimaced slightly and shook his head, “I was supposed to see-”

She cut him off with one word, “Cancel.”

He raised his hands in defeat and sat back.

“I am going to have the most amazing, show-stopping, jaw-dropping, sexy party ever and you three better come.” It was clear she was excited by the little pitter-patter of her shoes against the linoleum flooring.

“Sexy you say?”

“Eli, shut up.”

(Y/n) held up a hand in front of Klitz to stop him berating Eli any further, “No, no, dear Klitzy he is right. It will indeed be sexy.” They all looked at her intrigued, “Well for Eli it will be anyways.” She grinned and he darted his head towards her.

“What? What does that mean? What have you done?” The words spilled out his mouth as she laughed at his panic.

She leant in a little, and for some reason they followed suit- the four of them leaning into each other as if they were discussing a ultra-super secret, “I was speaking to Kacey Johnson last period and she may or may not have expressed an interest in you.”

His eyes widened, “Pinkie promise.”

“Pinkie promise.” She held out her pinkie and he interlocked it before she pulled him in closer- narrowing her eyes.

“But I swear to God if you mess this up Eli, I will kill you. This party is for you, buddy.”

He gulped but nodded, “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good.” She pulled away and they all returned to their original seating positions.

Matt and Klitz rolled their eyes as Eli now had a shit-eating grin on his face as he bit the inside of his cheek smugly.

“You two are coming, right?” She looked at Matt, who thought about it for a second then nodded. Next, she turned to Klitz and gazed up at him- as he was just under a foot taller than her- with a pleading look. Despite parties really not being his thing, he had always had trouble saying no to her, her ‘puppy dog eyes’ were his biggest weakness.

“Fine.”

She squealed quietly and wrapped her arms around him, which he shyly returned. He could smell her strawberry shampoo and matching perfume and he swore he was in heaven. When she pulled away, he almost let out an audible whine at the loss of contact but managed to hold it back for if he had, he would never have shown his face in public again.

Now more than pleased, (Y/n) grinned, “This is gonna be the best party ever.”

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@korrvus @milfodyssey @nikonluvsdano

[writingintheshadowsforever]

Imagine being the Avengers weapon expert and Kate crushing on you

"Come on Yelena just let me borrow them just this once" Kate pleaded with the blonde.

"No way Kate Bishop you have your arrows, and I have my cool gadgets. Besides I just got my widow bites fixed, and y/n will kill me if I let you break them. On your little kiddie mission" Yelena replied lining up her shot with the dummy a couple of feet away.

Kate was about to plead her case even more but Yelena fired off a small stream of red energy out of her widow bite. The energy strike flew across the training room creating a low whistle sound, and tore right through the dummy's chest. Leaving behind a small gaping hole with little flames.

"Woah I don't remember those things being that deadly" Kate exclaimed.

"It's new y/n did some major upgrades to all of my gadgets. She's going to work on my suit next" Yelena told her with a satisfied smirk.

"No way do you think she could do mine, wait who's y/n?"

Yelena turned to the archer with her eyebrows raised. "Kate Bishop please tell me you're joking."

Kate shook her head making a get on with it motion with her hands, and frowned when the blonde burst into laughter instead.

"Yelena come on don't keep her to yourself. I need cool tech especially trick arrows I lost three on my last mission. I'm down to my last four and Clint says he can't make more."

"If anybody going to want to keep her to themselves. It's you I can't believe you don't know the name of the girl. You've been pining after since we got here" Yelena chuckled.

Kate's eyes widened as she realized just exactly who Yelena was talking about. Four months ago Natasha brought her and Yelena to the new Avengers headquarters to give them a tour. Yelena convinced her it would be a good idea to go off and explore on their own. Maria wasn't going to show them the cool rooms was the blonde's main selling point. And it worked eventually they were able to sneak off while her older sister was busy with a fellow agent.

They were wandering around the halls going into rooms that weren't locked, and picking the ones that could be picked. So far they hadn't found anything interesting just a maintenance room, a few offices, training rooms, and some bedrooms. Kate was ready to call it quits when they finally came upon a lab. Where the doors automatically opened for them revealing a workspace filled with not only chemical experiments. But robotic parts and a wall filled with weapons of all kind.

Yelena's eyes lit up with joy as she made a beeline for the wall. Kate stumbled upon a workstation covered in papers and an open laptop. The schematics were designs for weapons and gadgets in development, and she couldn't help but be intrigued by some of them.

"Hey Kate Bishop check this out" Yelena called out to her.

Kate turned around to see Yelena holding up a black slim and long gun built like a speargun. Her finger was resting on the trigger and it was aimed right at the doors. "Yelena no put that down we have no idea what it does."

"I know that's why I want to take it outside and test it out. Don't worry I'm way too talented with guns to set it off."

The only problem was that was no ordinary gun. It was prototype for some new motion activated weapons you were working on at the time, and it had a lot of kinks that needed to be worked out. Her finger moving away from the trigger was enough to set it off. The side of gun lit up blue and before either of them could do anything. The gun went off releasing a huge blast of blue energy that collided with the doors. Blowing up the entrance and sent both of them flying back. Kate's body was thrown over into a table before she rolled over onto the floor. Yelena slammed into the wall behind her and slumped down.

It's safe to say the blast alerted everyone in the building. Alarms went off but lucky for them you were the first one to reach your lab. Terrified an agent in training had then gone and killed themelves playing around with your work. You pulled your jacket up and over your face to keep the smoke away. The wreckage wasn't too bad considering the surroundings walls were built to withstand a lot of damage. It was the glass doors that were blown to pieces you stepped around it carefully.

"Hey anyone in here if yes please be okay and alive" You shouted. Eyes scanning the lab for any sign of life. Kate let out a groan as she finally started to come to, and you rushed over to her side.

"Hey you don't look familiar you must be new." You threw one of arms around your shoulder and helped her get to her feet. Her body was hurting everywhere but the worst of her injuries was the bleeding cut on her forehead.

"Yel where is Yelena? Is she okay" was the only words to leave her mouth. She was still a bit out of it probably from hitting her head hopefully it was just a concussion. You led her over to a chair and she sat down. Her head leaning back against the cushion "I'm sorry this was an accident. She thought it looked cool" she murmured.

"It's okay mistake happen I've blown up my fair share of labs" You replied with a small smile. Her eyes opened for a few seconds but that was enough for Kate to see your face, and her heart warmed at your smile. "I gotta go help your friend and don't worry about any of this. I'll tell Nat one of my new grenades went off unexpectedly."

Natasha did show up at the lab not too long after you got Yelena up. Somehow you managed to get them out of sight, and told her your story about the grenade. She believed the story considering it was common thing that happened in your lab. Which is why your lab was made out of such strong material, but when she questioned you about. Two young women a blonde, and a dark haired one you shook your head denying seeing either of them.

Afterwards once they finally recovered enough to sneak away Kate and Yelena decided to thank you before leaving. You were hunched over a table with the same gun. Yelena had set it off just a few hours earlier.

Kate hovered behind Yelena nervously eyes filled with awe watching you work. It was the blonde who spoke up first "hey science girl thank you for hiding us, and saving our asses. We owe you one."

You looked up at them with a smirk. "Hey it's no problem and for future references if you ever want to test something out. All you gotta do is ask most people around here are too scared to even touch anything I'm working on before it's finished."

"Sounds like a plan we'll see you in-

At that moment Natasha rounded the corner with her hands on her hips and a stern look on her face. "Well well look who finally turned up."

Yelena let out a nervous chuckle before taking off leaving Kate behind staring at you. Natasha chased after her little sister cursing at you for lying to her.

"There's a secret door in the left corner over there" You told Kate nudging your head in the direction. "I suggest you get out of here before she comes back."

"What about Yelena?" Kate asked speaking to you for the first time.

"I'm pretty sure she'll find her own way out if Nat doesn't catch her first. I gotta make some major modifications to this so I'll see you around Kate."

That was her first and only meeting with you because Kate was way too nervous to go return to that lab. For any reason but Yelena visited you multiple times on a daily basis to help you with your weapons, and even brainstorm new ideas. Sometimes the blonde would just keep you company while you worked especially when you pulled all-nighters.

"Her name is y/n y/l/n and she asks me about you sometimes. You should go see her especially if you need cooler arrows" Yelena encouraged her.

"Wait what does she ask about me?" Kate demanded grabbing both of Yelena's shoulders and shaking her.

"I'm not telling you're going to have to ask her for yourself" Yelena said.

"Come on that's not fair tell me."

"No it's time for you to woman up and go talk to her."

"I don't want to woman up."

"Well then I guess you'll have cool weapons or suit. Now leave me alone I got more practicing to do." Yelena told her pulling away from Kate's grip so she could focus on her new widow bites again.

Kate let out a whine knowing that she was truly on her own with you now. It wouldn't be too bad because she really did need new arrows, and you were her only hope on that end. So in all truth Kate didn't have a choice but to muster up some confidence and go ask for that at least.

The lights in your lab was off when she stopped later that night, and Kate let out a frustrated groan. You had probably retired to your room for the night meaning she would have to come back tomorrow. But then just as she turned away to leave her ears picked heard a pen tapping. Kate walked closer to the doors to get a better look, and there you were sitting at a workstation with a notebook and laptop in front of you. Your hair was pulled up into a messy bun and your face was scrunched up in slight irritation. You were adorable and perfect.

Before she could chicken out again the doors slid open, and she stumbled forward with a yelp. Kate threw her hands out desperately trying to find something to stop her from falling. Lucky for her there was chair within reach but now you not only knew she was there, but she had nearly face planted in front of you.

Kate fixed herself and looked up to see you gazing at her in with an amused smile. "Um hi I'm Kate."

You shook your head chuckling "hey Kate do you want to sit and talk? Yelena told me you would me be stopping by."

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[babeyvenus]

My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 2: The bite

"Samantha! Scott! Guys! Wait up!", Stiles calls after his friends as they get ready.

"I told you, I'm going to make first line. Or at least make attack man.", Scott said.

"Stiles, I'm playing first elimination, can't it wait?", Sam asked, rushing.

"Just hold on, ok?", Stiles said. "I overheard my dad on the phone."

"Why are you eavesdropping again?.", Sam asked.

"Stiles, we'll talk about this later.", Sam said. "Come on, Scott."

"The fiber analysis came back from the lab in L.A. They found animal hairs on the body in the woods.", Stiles said hastily.

The players pulled on their helmets and headed out to the field before Stiles could continue.

Coach blew his whistle and the team gathered around him in the middle of the field.

"Bring it in, come on!" He yelled. "Come on! Ok, this is how it's going to go. If you don't make the cut, you're most likely going to be sitting on the bench for the rest of the season. You make the cut, you play. Your parents are proud. Girls love ya. Expect for you, Wilson, boys will love you. That's...if you're gay." A light laughter rang out through the team.

"Okay, Coach.", Sam said, rolling her eyes.

"Ok, then. Everything else is cream cheese. Now, get out there and show me whatcha got! Jackson! Wilson! You're up!"

"You're shitting me, right, Coach?", Sam asked.

"I told you, Wilson. No special treatment on this team. Get out there.", he said before blowing his whistle.

Sam sighed and walked to the center of the field. She crouched low to the ground and placed the stick to the ground. Jackson did the same in front of her with a smirk.

This fucker.

She looked to the left and saw Scott. He nodded at her before getting ready. The whistle blew and Sam rushed forward past Jackson, scooping the ball up.

She tossed the ball to Scott before moving away from an oncoming person. Scott tossed the ball back to me and she returned to Scott before he passed it back to her. Sam jumped over the three defenses that guarded the goalie and as she landed, she threw the ball into the net.

The team crowded around her and cheered, much to her surprise. Sam glanced at Jackson who looked at her with disdain.

"Wilson!" She heard Coach call her over the cheering. "Get over here!"

She walked to him, smug. "What the hell was that?", he asked. "This is a lacrosse field. What are you doing? This isn't ballet. Is that what you think this is?"

"No, Coach.", she replied with furrowed eyebrows.

"Then what the hell was that?"

"I was trying to make the shot?", she say, unsure with his aggression.

"Yeah, well, you made the shot. And guess what? You're starting. You made first line." Coach told her as he clapped her shoulders.

Sam chuckled and looked at Scott. "McCall! You made attack man!", Coach walked away, yelling. She ran up to him, gathering him a hug.

After the game, Sam arrived at Stiles' house. "Hey, Mr. Stilinski.", she greeted as Stiles' dad opened the door.

"Hey, Sam.", he greeted her with a smile. "Scott and Stiles are upstairs.", he says, letting her in.

"Thanks.", Sam said, taking off her shoes before walking up to Stiles' room. She knocked on the door and Stiles' face popped out.

"Is this about the body?", Scott asked, calming down. "Did they find out who did it?"

"Now will you tell us?", Scott asked, sitting up.

"Get in.", he rushed, pulling her inside. She walked in and he closed the door behind her. Scott was laying on his back on Stiles' bed, bored.

"Stiles, how much Adderall have you had today?", Sam joked, sitting down next to Scott on the bed.

"I've been up all night reading.", Stiles rushed. "Websites, books, all kinds of information."

"A lot.", Stiles answered, making Scott and Sam laugh. "Doesn't matter, ok, listen."

"No," Stiles says. "My dad hasn't found anything. But they do have Derek Hale in questioning."

"The guy in the woods that we saw the other day?", Sam asked.

"Yeah! Yes, but that's not it, ok?" Stiles frantically grabbed papers off his desk and he sat down in his computer chair.

"Okay?", Sam says, confused.

"Remember that joke the other day? Not a joke anymore.", Stiles said. "The wolf. The bite in the woods. I started to do all this reading. Do you even know why a wolf howls?"

"Should I?", Scott asked.

"A wolf howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack.", Sam informed the boy.

"So, if you heard a wolf howling then that means others could have been nearby. Maybe even a whole pack of them.", Stiles said, rushed.

"A whole pack of wolves?", Scott questioned.

"No, werewolves.", Stiles corrected. "Dude, really?", Sam asked, standing and placing her hands on her hips. "Are you seriously wasting our time with this?", Scott growled at Stiles. "You know I'm picking up Allison in an hour."

"And I have to get home and get ready.", Sam said.

"I saw you out on the field today.", Stiles said. "Ok, what you two did wasn't just amazing. It was impossible."

"But, I didn't get bit, so I got lucky.", Sam said, shrugging.

"And I knocked a couple people down, so what?", Scott scoffed.

"No, that was an incredible shot and Scott, you practically made those guys do flips. I mean, the way you moved, your speed, your reflexes -- People just can't suddenly do that overnight. And there's the vision, the senses, don't think I haven't noticed that you don't need your inhaler anymore, Scott.", Stiles brought up.

Good point…

"Ok, dude." Scott stopped him. "I can't think about this right now."

"We'll talk about this tomorrow, Sti.", Sam said.

"I just became an attack man.", Scott said. "I even got a date with a girl who I can't believe wants to go out with me."

"Tomorrow? What? No!", Stiles protested. "The full moon's tonight. Don't you get it?"

"Seriously, this can't wait?", Sam asked.

"I'm trying to help.", Stiles said. "You are cursed. You know, it's not really the full moon that will cause you to physically change. It also happens when your bloodlust is at its peak."

"Bloodlust?", Scott questioned him.

"Having an urge to kill.", Sam says, looking at Scott.

"I'm already starting to feel an urge to kill, Stiles.", Scott growled at him.

"You gotta hear this.", Stiles said, turning around to his desk. He picked up a brown leather book and began reading from it. "The change can be caused by anger or anything else that raises your pulse. All right? I haven't seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does."

Stiles looked at Sam. "By the way, the date's off tonight, Sam."

"Fine with me.", Sam says, smiling and walking to his door.

Later in the night, the atmosphere felt different. Maybe Stiles was right…

Sam looked at her phone as Stiles' face popped. She answered. "What, Stillinski?"

"It's Derek! Ok? It's Derek. Derek Hale's the werewolf. He's the one that bit Scott. He's the one that killed the girl in the woods.", he rushed.

"H-Hold on. What!?", Sam asked, shocked.

"Scott left the party and left Allison there. She got a ride and when I told Scott who drove her home and bolted out the window and ran off into the woods.", Stiles explained.

"Who drove Allison home?", Sam asked, getting ready to leave. If this is real, Scott's out there doing who knows what.

"Sam, Derek's the one that drove Allison home.", Stiles yelled. "Scott's not gonna be happy. I'm on my way to find him."

"Okay, I'll help. Just lemme know whatever happens.", Sam says, leaving the house in a hurry, taking her mom's car and rushing to the woods.

Arriving at the woods, she saw something on a black camaro in the woods parking spot. She parked and ran towards the figure.

"Scott!?", Sam exclaimed. The figure turned to her and lo and behold, it was him.

She paused. "Trying to stop you from doing something stupid, obviously.", she said.

"What are you doing here, Sam?", Scott growled at her, his eyes a bright golden yellow.

"Derek has Allison, Sam."

"How would you know that?"

"I followed her scent here.", he grumbled. Shit.

"Okay, maybe he's not gonna kill her. What about that? Do you think she'd really want to be around you, looking like that?", Sam asked.

He growled. "It's a reasonable thought! I mean, you're kinda scaring me right now but here I am.", Sam says, shakily.

They both heard a branch snap and turned to the direction of the sound.

"Where is she?", Scott yelled into the darkness.

"She's safe from you.", Derek's voice reassured, gruffly. Sam looked around, not seeing him at all. She looked at Scott who was looking around too.

Derek finally revealed himself and Scott automatically pounced him. "Scott, stop!!", Sam yelled, running over to him.

"What did you do to her?", Scott growled at the taller man before being pinned.

"Shh, quiet.", Derek growled as he looked around. "Too late. They're here. Run.", he ordered, grabbing Sam and Scott, rushing then into the woods as they heard other footsteps.

Sam heard something whiz past her ear and ducked. Derek pulled her and Scott deeper into the woods and hid them behind a tree.

"Who were they?", Sam rasped, catching her breath.

"Hunters.", Derek says, looking around. "The kind that have been hunting our kind for centuries."

"Your kind…", Sam muttered, looking up at him. He looked at her, glaring slightly. "You mean you.", Scott said to Derek. "You did this to me."

"Is it really that bad?", Derek questioned him. "That you can see better, hear more clearly, move faster than any human could ever hope? You have been given something that most people would kill for. The bite is a gift."

"Well, I don't want it.", Scott argued.

"You will.", Derek said. "And you're going to need me if you want to know how to control it."

He patted Scott's shoulder. "So Scott, you and I, we're brothers now."

Derek stood up straight and walked into the darkness. Sam looked at Scott as he looked down at his shaking hands.

She pulled him into a hug, "You're gonna be okay." She wasn't so sure herself, though. Her best friend was now a werewolf and for what? Why?

She brought him back to her mom's car and saw Stiles' baby blue jeep pull up. He stopped next to them and Scott opened the passenger door to get in.

"You gonna be okay?", Sam asked.

He sighed and looked at Stiles before looking at her. "Yeah, I think so." Sam nodded. "Get home safe. Both of you.", she says, backing away from the door.

She watched as they left, and sighed before turning to the car and paused as she saw Derek leaning up against the passenger door.

He constantly had this frown on his face and it irritated her for some reason. Was he always so angry? What was his problem?

"What?", Sam asked. "What're you doing here?"

He looked around before looking back at her. "You won't tell a single soul about this.", he ordered. She looked at him like he'd grown three heads.

Throwing an arm towards the direction Stiles and Scott left, she combatted, "You turned my best friend into a werewolf and the first thing you think I'm gonna do is go and tell people?? Are you dumb?"

He looked taken aback. "That would put both you and him in danger. Not to mention both me and Stiles for even knowing about this shit. I'll look crazy as hell. What's wrong with you?", she asked, incredulously.

His jaw clenched as he looked like he didn't know what to say. "First off, I didn't bite him. I'm just making it clear that this isn't something to just go and talk about with people.", Derek clarified.

Sam threw her hands up, before letting them slap against her thighs. "I don't have a lot of people to talk to."

She pointed in the direction of the retreated jeep. "Those two? My only people. I'm not a snitch.", she says, walking over to the driver's side.

Derek seemed to be satisfied before leaving in silence.

[gamergirl929]

Enchanted To Meet You (Christen Press x Reader)

A chance meeting at a party leads Christen Press to the woman of her dreams, but what happens when the woman of her dreams vanishes without trace, leaving behind only a handkerchief and the phantom feel of her hand in hers? 

Based loosely off Enchanted by Taylor Swift

Christen Press glances down at her wine glass, giving the contents inside a swirl.  

She, along with the remainder of the USWNT veterans, were dressed to the nines, all in attendance for the annual, USSF party with many of the sports, MAJOR investors.  

“Why are we here anyway? I could be drinking cheap beer right now.” Kelley grumbles, earning an elbow in the side from Alex.  

Kelley groans.  

“Come on Al, you don’t want to be here either.”  

Christen picks her head up, her green orbs widening when she catches a pair of eyes on her from across the room.  

Y/E/C orbs catch green and you smile, the conversation between you and those around you completely forgotten as you stare across the room at Christen.  

Your head tilts slightly to the side, your eyes narrowing slightly, as if you’re trying to remember something.  

You give your head a shake, turning back to the older man beside you, a charming smile stretching across your face.  

“Oooooo, who are you making eyes at Pressy?” Kelley asks, drawing everyone else's attention.  

Christen’s cheeks flush as your eyes again catch hers, your lips splitting in a grin.  

“Well damn, no wonder you’re making eyes at her.” Kelley mumbles, earning a smack on the forearm.  

“You know I only have eyes for you, Jan.” Kelley teases, Alex’s cheeks flushing pink.  

Christen shakes her head, frowning when she realizes you’d disappeared from view.  

“Chris.”  

Christen turns to Tobin, a brow arching in question.  

Tobin nods in her direction, the forward grinning when she sees you standing behind Christen, a glass of wine in each hand.  

You clear your throat.  

“Hi.” You smile, nodding to the glass in her hand.  

“It looked like you were running a little low.”  

Christen smiles, glancing at Tobin who holds her hand out to take her empty glass, her best friend smirking.  

Christen takes the glass from your hand and you grin.  

“I’m Y/N.” You smile, taking a step closer to her, the smell of your cologne, not in an overbearing way, clouding her senses  

“Christen.” She smiles and you grin.  

“Christen.” You repeat, your grin widening.  

“Well Christen, it’s nice to meet you, I thought we’d met before, but I’d certainly remember meeting someone like you.”  

Christen’s brows arch.

“Someone like me?”  

You crack a smile.  

“You stand out.”  

Christen smiles, bringing the glass to her lips.  

“I could say the same about you.”

You chuckle, taking a sip of your own drink.  

“I suppose you could.”  

Meanwhile behind you, Megan points at you, the purple haired woman nodding enthusiastically.

Boldly, Christen moves closer her fingertips brushing your forearm

“I could.”  

You glance down at her fingers, your cheeks lightly dusted pink.  

“To be honest, this isn’t really my scene, but if you come to every one of these parties, I’ll have more of an incentive.” You smirk charmingly and Christen giggles.  

“If you’re here, that’s enough incentive for me as well.” She flirts shamelessly and you grin.  

You bring your hand up, covering her hand that’s still resting on your forearm with your own.  

“Are you like this with everyone, or am I a special case?” You ask cockily and she shakes her head.  

“I guess you could say you’re a special case.” She shrugs and you smirk.  

“I suppose I could say the same thing about you.”  

Your tongue swipes at your dry lips, Christen zeroing in on the action.  

You glance over your shoulder, humming at the classical music that’s pouring from a nearby speaker. 

“I hope this isn’t too presumptuous of me, but would you like to dance?”

She bites her bottom lip in an attempt to stave off a grin, the forward glancing at her best friend, who’s already holding her hand out, ready to take yet another glass from her.  

“I’d love to.”  

                                                          ***

You hold your hand out, something Christen takes with little to no hesitation, the brunette intertwining your fingers.  

You slip an arm around her, your hand splayed on her back as she rests her free hand on your shoulder.  

The distance between you is noticeably minute, your noses nearly brushing.  

“Do you usually slow dance with someone you just met?” You ask in a hushed whisper and she giggles, her breath tickling your face.  

“No, again, you’re a special case.”  

You freeze, your hand in hers, your fingers drumming against her back.  

“And what makes me special?” You ask, flirting shamelessly, Christen shrugs, her gaze falling to your lips.  

“There’s just something about you.” She whispers, her palm resting on your chest, over your beating heart.  

“Something about you that I-

“Excuse me, Y/N?”  

Your eyes narrow as you turn to the intruder, the man having the sense to look somewhat fearful.  

“Someone is here to see you.” He whispers and you growl.  

“They couldn’t have waited?” You ask, angrily and he shakes his head.  

“Unfortunately, no.”  

You roll your eyes, turning back to Christen with a frown.  

“I apologize, I-

Christen cuts you off, the woman pressing a kiss to your cheek, giggling when she realizes she’d left some lipstick behind.  

Boldly, she takes your handkerchief from your pocket and drags it against your cheek, ridding you off the pink lipstick left behind.  

"Go, I’m sure I’ll see you after.” She whispers and you smile, your smile splitting into a grin.

“Oh, you will.”  

You give her a wink before taking your leave, your handkerchief still in her hand. 

“Wait your-

“I’ll get it when I come back.” You say as you turn on your heels, moving backwards beside the man who stops you when you nearly hit a wall.  

You send Christen a wink before disappearing around the corner.  

She doesn’t see you again that night.  

                                                          ***

Christen mood noticeably faltered after that, even around Tobin she wasn’t herself.  

She’d felt a connection with you that she hadn’t felt for anyone else, and in an instant, you were taken away.  

Even a start in the game against South Korea hadn’t quelled the torment she felt in her heart, how could it when she possibly just lost a chance at love?  

Meanwhile, within a booth way above the crowd you cross your arms across your chest, your breath caught in your chest.  

You could tell even from afar that the light had left Christen, the woman not glowing as she had been the night you met her.  

You hum, glancing down at the stands, wondering if a closer look was in order to properly watch the match.  

                                                          ***

Christen Press was off her game, missing shots she’d never normally miss, and making sloppy passes, anyone could see that, and at the half, she headed for the locker room, her chin flush with her chest as her head hung in shame at her performance.

Tobin slips an arm around her best friend, giving the woman a squeeze.  

“It’s okay Chris.” She whispers and Christen shakes her head.  

“It isn’t."  

Tobin keeps her arm around the woman as the two make their way into the locker room.

                                                          ***

Tactic talks went as well as Christen could’ve expected, the lingering gazes of her teammates burning holes in her back.  

Before she can leave the locker room, she’s stopped by Vlatko the man giving her a worried frown as he places a hand on her shoulder.  

“Are you alright to continue?” He asks and she nods, giving him a forced smile.  

“I am.”  

Vlatko nods.  

“You’re sure?” He asks and she nods again.  

“I am. I promise.”  

Even as the words leave her mouth, she’s not so certain if she can keep that promise.

                                                          ***

The second you spot her exiting the tunnel, a smile stretches across your face, your hands leaving your pockets.  

Your smile falters though when you realize her smile is far from as bright as it had been nights prior.  

You hold a hand up, hoping to garner her attention, but you’re unsuccessful, at least at garnering Christen Press’s attention.  

“Chris.” Tobin whispers, giving her best friend a nudge, the forward barely able to contain herself.  

Christen lifts her gaze with a hum, her green orbs widening when they lock with Y/E/C, like they had all those nights ago.

Your lips split into a massive grin, one mirrored on Christen’s face, a smile that makes the brightness you were so drawn to all those nights ago return.  

The butterflies you felt when you first saw her that night flitter their wings as they spread throughout your chest.  

Kelley follows Tobin and Christen’s gaze, the defender grinning as she gives Alex a nudge.  

Soon, every USWNT player is staring your way, your cheeks flushing under their scrutiny.  

You rub the back of your neck, your cheeks darkening the longer their eyes remain on you.  

Christen swats blindly at the USWNT veteran closest to her, that being Tobin, unwilling to take her eyes off of you.  

“Feeling better?” Tobin asks with a smirk, knowing the answer full well.  

Christen’s cheeks flush.  

“Yes.”  

                                                          ***

Needless to say, after Christen saw you in the stands, her game drastically improved, the woman making goal after goal, and assisting on a few as well, a permanent smile etched on her face.  

You watched in awe as the woman worked, her skill taking you back slightly, how could one woman be so talented?  

You were in complete and utter awe of her, the woman’s talent and the bright smile carved into her face making the butterflies in your chest only flap their wings harder, what you felt nights ago increasing tenfold.  

Much to your dismay, the final whistle blows and you frown, craving to see more of the woman’s utter skill, and the smile on her face as she played the sport she loved so much.  

You glance around, watching as the players make their way onto the field to shake the oppositions hands, completely missing the fact that Christen is making her way towards you until she’s right in front of you.  

The moment you catch sight of her out of the corner of your eye, you grin.  

“Hey.” You say, smile further widening.  

“Hey.” She beams.  

You step over the seat separating the two of you, the two of you now much closer than you had been.  

“I’m sorry about the other night, I had an emergency at the company and I had to leave immediately.”  

Christen nods.  

“It’s okay.”  

You shake your head.  

“It isn’t.”

Your eyes flick to her lips before snapping back up, locking with her green eyes. 

“I never got to finish my dance with you.” You shrug, biting your bottom lip to stave off a massive grin when you see Christen visibly blush.  

“You’re right.” She shrugs, taking a step closer, only inches separating the two of you now.  

“I’d like another chance to.”  

Christen’s brows arch, the forward unaware that her entire team is watching the interaction between the two of you.  

“I’d like to take you out, tonight... I mean, if you want to.” You swallow hard, nervously.  

Christen’s lips split in a grin.  

“Are you asking me on a date, Y/N?” She asks and you glance away bashfully, cheeks pink.  

“I guess I am.”  

Christen reaches for and takes your hand, giving it a squeeze.  

“I’d love to.”  

You glance down, your brows arching when you notice something poking out of Christen’s short’s pocket.  

You smirk, taking a book from her playbook and boldly reaching for the handkerchief.  

Christen cheeks flush a deep shade of red as you hold the handkerchief up in the air between the two of you.  

Your brow arches in question, your smirk widening.  

“I needed it, for good luck?” She shrugs and you grin, slipping the handkerchief back into her pocket, your fingertips brushing her waist.  

Even more boldly, Christen places her hand over your own on her waist.  

She cups your cheek with her free hand before she pushes herself up on her tiptoes, and presses a kiss to your cheek before she starts backing up towards the field.  

“It was great seeing you again.” You whisper, the woman’s smile widening.  

“I hope I see you again soon.”  

You shrug.  

“Tonight at 8 sound good?” You ask and she nods, the butterflies in her stomach going absolutely insane.  

“That sounds perfect.”  

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Words: 4,772 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: Alexandria Warnings: Language, coerced marriage, gore, violence, sexuality, typical TWD stuff (recommended NC17+) A/N: This is part of a series! Find the previous parts on the Masterlist! Summary: Y/N moves forward with a plan to get both herself and Daryl out of The Sanctuary and away from Negan.

Your name: submit What is this?

You lay awake the next night, tucked into the bed beneath the cool sheets. Negan was spending the night with Tanya. All you could think about was Daryl. When it was late enough that you knew the guards would be back loafing in the guard room, you threw the covers off and bent down beside the mattress, grabbing the bag you had hid underneath the bed and pulling it out.

You went to the door of your room and opened it, checking in both directions down the hall. It was blessedly empty. You wandered around the corner, glancing at the familiar sliver of light under Dwight’s door. You slipped past it on your tip toes and rushed to Daryl’s cell.

You withdrew the ring of keys and quickly fitted the right one into the lock. Daryl was wide awake this time, waiting. You were the only thing he had been thinking about for the last 24 hours and he found that it made sitting in the dark both more and less bearable. The realization that you were in that place, with Negan, sent fear and rage through him like he’d never experienced. And the idea that Negan could do with you whatever he wanted made him see red. Every second he was wondering if his hands were on you, if his lips were… But the fact that you were close, that there was even the slightest possibility that he would get to see you that day, touch you no matter how briefly, hear your voice… it sustained him.

The door of the cell opened and you slipped inside, following the same routine you had the night before. You laid the towel down at the bottom of the door and pulled out the small lantern, clicking it on. You set it on the ground between you and Daryl. His heart skipped a beat as you gave him the best smile you could muster. “I told you I’d be back,” you whispered.

“I believed ya,” he said. This time he was the one who sat up on his knees and grabbed you hastily into a hug, throwing his arms around you. His touch was desperate, needy, and you melted beneath it.

You wrapped your arms around him in return and sank into him, leaning against his chest, listening to his heartbeat and breathing.

Daryl suddenly snapped back into reality and felt that wave of humiliation again as he remembered how filthy he was. He pulled back from you abruptly and you gave him a questioning look as he sat down again, his back against the wall. “Are ya—are ya alright?” he asked.

“I should be asking you that,” you replied.

He shook his head. “M’fine. But you—” His deep voice was heavy with gravel as he spoke. “You’re in with the wolves in a completely different way than I am.”

You didn’t say anything and just held out the canteen and some bread with meat and cheese you had swiped from the kitchen.

“Thanks,” he said, nodding as he grabbed it from you, quickly devouring it.

You were much quieter, more reserved than you were the night before and Daryl immediately noticed.

“What is it? What’s the matter?” he asked you, concern clouding his face.

“Nothing,” you said. “It’s just—I wanted to warn you. You may hear a bit of a commotion in a bit, after I leave. It’s nothing to worry about.”

His brow furrowed more deeply and his blue eyes narrowed, peering at you intensely through the strands of his hair hanging around his face. “Y/N… what are you doin’?”

“I told you. I’m getting you out of here.” You sighed and glanced at your bag. “This is just Part 2. I’m not busting you out tonight. But we’re getting closer. And don’t worry. They’ll never know it was me.”

He stared at you, chewing his bottom lip as he always did when he was worrying or deep in thought, the canteen clutched tightly in his hand. “What are you doin’?”

“Can’t get out of here on foot. It’s not fast enough. Once they realize you’re gone, Negan will send out everything they have. Gonna need a vehicle. They store all the keys for the motorcycles and trucks on the first floor, but there’s a patrol through there frequently at night… unless they’re distracted.”

“You’re gonna somehow distract them and steal a key to a vehicle,” he said.

“Yep. Not just a vehicle. Your bike. We’re getting it back.”

Daryl licked his bottom lip nervously. “How are ya gonna do it?”

You gave him a look. “Uhh… blow a steam pipe on the first floor…”

“How the hell—” he stopped himself, remembering your speedy assembly of those nail bombs in the hospital, which felt like a lifetime ago. “Ya build a bomb? Ain’t they gonna know it was deliberate?”

You shook your head. “No. It’s a tiny charge, just very strategically placed. But it will make a noise, and steam is going to be pouring out into the room. It should be long enough to distract them so I can get into the room and get the spare key.”

Daryl just stared at you. You could see his mind spinning, but he didn’t say anything.

“It’s gonna work. Just—if you hear a commotion, don’t worry. There’s supposed to be one.” You grabbed the plastic the food had been wrapped in and gave him an apologetic look. “I have to go. If I’m doing this tonight, it needs to be now,” you said. “I wish—I wish I could stay with you longer. I hate leaving you in here…” He handed you the canteen back and nodded.

“S’alright. Just be careful.”

“I will.” You studied him for a moment and then threw your arms around him again in one last hug. You squeezed your eyes shut as you held him tight. “I’ll try to come tomorrow night.”

He shook his head. “Nah. You’re risking too much. Ya should just be worryin’ ‘bout yourself.”

You met his eyes and sighed. “No. I’m only worried about you. I’ll be just fine.” You slipped from him, leaving an empty feeling in between his lungs. You grabbed the lantern and clicked it off, followed by shoving it and the towel in your bag. Slipping out and locking the door behind you, you snuck around the floor and the small charge you had built from its hiding place in a janitorial closet down the hall. You crept down the stairs and through the halls until you were outside the guard room. There was a rowdy game of poker going on inside.

Everything worked flawlessly. You placed the bomb and raced around the corner to wait for the commotion to begin. The uproar was so loud it even drew guards from the floor above, but you were safely stowed out of sight. As soon as the ruckus was reaching a crescendo, you slipped into the room where the keys were stored and quickly found the spare key for Daryl’s bike. You grabbed it off the nail and shoved it in your pocket, heading up the stairs around the back way. You were crossing in front of Dwight’s room again, almost back to your own, when he stepped into the hall. You froze.

“Hey,” he said, shutting his door softly behind him. “What the hell is going on down there?” he asked you.

You shrugged. “I think I heard someone say one of the steam valves broke,” you explained.

He nodded. “Oh. Huh… Well, this building isn’t exactly brand new,” he said. “Can’t sleep again?”

You shook your head. “No.”

He nodded. “Yeah. Seems to be a habit.” He paused a bit awkwardly. “Hey, do you, uhh, have a smoke?” he asked you.

You shook your head. “No. I don’t smoke.”

“Ahh, right,” he nodded. “Ya know, Sherry used to get on me about it but now she smokes, too,” he said, leaning back against the wall. You nodded.

“I remember.” You watched his face turn sad and had a sudden realization that even though you did want to beat the shit out of him for what he was doing to Daryl, for having no backbone and becoming one of them, he’d had a pretty fucked up run himself… “She talks about you still,” you said softly. His eyes shot up to meet yours. “Sherry. She talks about you.”

“Huh,” he nodded slowly, staring back down at his boots. “Well, that’s over,” he said. “I’m sure Negan is taking real good care of her. And you too.”

You felt like a knife had just been twisted into your chest. You nodded. “Yeah. Night.” You left him behind and rushed back to your room, leaning heavily against the door behind you after you shut and locked it.

You felt like you couldn’t catch your breath for a long time.

_ _ _ _ _ _

You were sitting in your room reading, not absorbing a word of it, when there was a knock on the door the next day. Your heart startled at the thought that you had been discovered and it was essentially the Grim Reaper calling, but you quickly dismissed it. You’d been careful. No one knew. You went to the door and pulled it open to see Negan standing there with a charming smile on his face.

“Y/N,” he said, looking you up and down. You were wearing jeans and a tank top with a loose flannel button-up over it. He let out a low whistle. “Hot damn. You look good in anything. I’m tempted to just have my way with you right now,” he said.

You glanced away from him briefly, licking your lips, before meeting his eyes again, raising your eyebrows. “What do you want?” you asked, purposely giving him a sassy response.

He chuckled again and straightened up from where he was leaning on the doorframe. “And that’s why I like you. You have the guts to try and put me in my place.”

You crossed your arms, surveying him, your heart pounding. “Sometimes you need it.”

He leaned in close to you his eyes flitting down to your lips and back up to your eyes repeatedly. “Sometimes so do you.” There was a deep, almost animalistic growl in his voice. He bit his bottom lip after a moment and broke into a smile again. “God, if only you were on board with my process. You’d probably be the best damn soldier I had. And then you’d come home and slip into a dress and turn every head in the damn room. Beautiful and badass, a rare combination.”

“You know I don’t approve of what you do out there,” you said, unable to prevent the cold edge in your voice.

“I know. That’s why I said if. It’s a damn shame. Anyway, why don’t you throw on something and come join us in the lounge? I put in a special order with the kitchen.”

“Alright. I’ll be there soon,” you said.

He gave you another smile and turned to leave. You did your make up and grabbed a short, form-fitting dress out of the closet, pulling on some heels, and left your room behind, feeling like a parading piece of meat as you walked through the halls. You had a suspicion that you wouldn’t be able to slip away to Daryl later and it left you feeling vaguely lightheaded and sick…

You arrived in the lounge where the other wives were milling about, chatting, all drinking cocktails. As soon as you came in, Negan grinned at you from his place in a cushy chair and he tilted his head at you, beckoning you over. “Come and sit down right here,” he said, patting his knee.

Your stomach twisted, but you obeyed, crossing the space to him and sitting down sideways across his lap. He pulled you against him and you draped an arm around his shoulders.

“My special request,” he said, dipping a strawberry from a nearby tray into a bowl of chocolate fondue and taking a huge bite, closing his eyes as he savored it and tilted his head back. “Mmm. Goddamn. Holy shit, is that good! This is the life, isn’t it?” he asked, catching your eyes.

You managed to give him a small smile and he leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. You forced yourself to kiss him back and pressed a hand to the stubble along his jaw. You could taste the chocolate on his lips and tongue and felt a wave of revulsion.

He pulled back and gave you a satisfied and fiery look. “You are making it up to me, aren’t you?” he asked in an undertone.

Just then, movement in the hall caught his attention.

“Dwight!” Negan yelled. It was Dwight going past the doorway, pushing Daryl ahead of him. They stopped and backed up, Dwight forcing Daryl just over the threshold.

Negan tilted his head. “Bring Daryl over here. I want to talk to him.”

Dwight pushed Daryl hard in the back until he walked over and stood in front of you and Negan. You were very consciously controlling your breathing and stared down at the carpet, but you could feel Daryl’s eyes on you before he too looked down at the ground, unwilling to take in the scene before him with you cozied up on Negan’s lap. His blood was boiling and he was starting to feel out of control.

“Hot enough out there for you, Daryl?” Daryl was red-faced, dripping with sweat, and there was walker blood splattered on his clothes. “Rhetorical question because you look like shit,” Negan said laughing. He cleared his throat and smoothed a hand up and down your bare leg.

“You see this, Daryl?” Negan asked, gesturing around the room. “All of this? You could be a part of this. I’m sitting here with a beautiful woman on my lap, eating chocolate covered strawberries.” Negan quipped. He glanced at the bowl of chocolate beside him and dipped his index finger into it, biting his own lip as he raised it to yours, watching your expression with relish. You felt a hard pit form in between your lungs, like indigestion. My God, how could you do this in front of Daryl? But you had no choice. You met Negan’s eyes for a brief moment before glancing back at his waiting finger and parting your lips. Negan slowly inserted it into your mouth and you closed your lips around it, pressing your tongue gently to it, tasting the dark chocolate. He pulled it back out excruciatingly slowly, the smile on his face growing all the while and you felt his growing erection below you, too. He laughed with satisfaction and you felt it deep in his chest as you licked your lips and averted your eyes away again.

Daryl saw every moment of it. He was shaking with rage and disgust and horror…

“Did you see that shit?” Negan continued. “And later, I’m going to take this beautiful woman upstairs and fuck her brains out,” Negan said, looking back at Daryl, clearly pleased with himself. You felt your face flush with embarrassment and anger. You’d never felt so horrified, humiliated in your life. Negan didn’t seem to notice. “Now, I’m not saying if you start to play nicely that you’ll live as good as me, because—well, no one lives as well as me. But you’ll get a little slice of it.” Negan ran his fingers up and down your bare thigh absently as he talked. “So, I want to remind you of your three choices here. You can die and decorate my fence, you can live in that hole for the rest of your life, or you can join up, be a man like Dwight here, and get a little slice of paradise for yourself.”

You ventured a glance at Daryl and his blue eyes were narrowed in hatred as he stared at Negan. The muscle in his jaw was flexing as he ground his teeth together and you thought you could see him shaking slightly. Negan laughed. “Are you trying to stare me into submission, Daryl? Because that shit don’t work on me. Think about what I said. We’ll talk about it soon.” Negan straightened up a little in his chair, adjusting you on his lap and turned his attention back to you. He leaned into you and pressed his face into the crook of your neck and took in a deep breath, closing his eyes, breathing you in, the scent of your hair and your skin, letting out a satisfied smile and trailing his hand up your thigh. “Dwight, take Daryl back to his little hidey-hole. I have some other matters to attend to.” Negan pressed his lips hungrily to your neck and you had no choice but to shut your eyes and receive it, knowing Daryl was watching the whole thing.

You couldn’t get away that night. Negan was asleep beside you in bed as you again laid awake, staring at the ceiling. You didn’t know how much longer you could do this. You felt like you were carving off a piece of yourself each day and giving it away. You slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom, shutting the door and clicking on the light. You pulled on a t-shirt and some shorts and stared at yourself in the mirror. Your fingers found a bruise on your neck, left purposefully by Negan’s lips. He liked marking you. It was ownership. It wasn’t tender or loving or reciprocal. He might as well brand you with the iron.

That night, Daryl seethed in the darkness in his cell. After what he’d been forced to see, he didn’t expect you to show up and you didn’t. All he wanted was to stop thinking about you on Negan’s lap, you taking his finger into your mouth, Negan’s hand trailing up your bare thigh, Negan’s lips on your neck, Negan taking you back to your room and—but he couldn’t think of anything else.

Daryl’s breathing was coming hard and fast and he finally let out a growl and punched his fist into the wall repeatedly before breaking down, letting out an agonized cry, cradling his now bleeding knuckles. He hated this. He hated that you were there because of him. The guilt was threatening to crush him. It wasn��t worth what you had to do to get him out. It wasn’t…

Sometime the next afternoon, Daryl heard a soft noise beside him and felt the floor blindly. His hand pressed down on what he knew was a slice of bread. He held it in his hands for a moment, feeling his stomach rumble. The bodily hunger was replaced with a deeper one, to get you out and make sure you were safe. To make sure Negan never touched you again. But how helpless he was… locked up like an animal in a cage, while you submitted to what you had to in order to rescue him. He felt useless. He felt like a burden. You’d be better off if you’d never met him. Then you wouldn’t be here. He rubbed his fingers over the swelling on his hand from punching the wall the night before and heaved a sigh. He gratefully ate the bread and went back to strenuous waiting, doing everything he could to keep his mind blank.

That night, you again laid awake in bed. You wanted to see Daryl. You wanted to give him more water, more food… make sure he was still in one piece, but you weren’t sure if you could face him after what had happened with Negan the day before. You were overwhelmed with shame and revulsion and just the thought of it flushed your face and turned your stomach. But Daryl’s well-being was more important to you than allowing yourself to avoid facing the ugliness, so in the early hours of the morning you slipped out of bed and grabbed your bag, making your way silently to Daryl’s cell.

He heard the key slowly insert into the lock and turn and he breathed in a hurried breath, straightening up. The door opened just enough for him to see you silhouetted in the dim light. You stepped inside and shut the door.

When the lantern clicked on, your eyes were downcast and he noticed you were taking deep, slow, measured breaths. You wouldn’t look at him.

He studied your expression, his eyebrows furrowing over his narrowed eyes. “Y/N,” he rasped. He saw you gulp but you still didn’t look at him. “Hey. Look at me,” he said.

Your face contorted slightly as you fought emotion, but you eventually raised your eyes to his and Daryl saw that they were glistening more than they should have been for the dim light. Far from what you expected, you saw no contempt, no disgust on Daryl’s face. You should have known better. All you saw was anger and concern and worry. “Ya ain’t gotta do this,” he said softly. “Not this.” You watched his eyes find the bruise on your neck left by Negan’s lips and you reflexively covered it with your hand. A flash of anger exploded in Daryl’s eyes for a moment and he let out an exhale that was mostly a growl, clenching his teeth. You stared back down at the floor of the cell, half wishing you could melt into it and disappear. Daryl gulped at the tightness in his throat and felt his stomach twist.

“I do have to. It’s almost done,” you said in a harsh whisper. You pulled out the food and water you had brought for him and he accepted it but he didn’t start eating. You could feel his eyes on your face still.

“Hey,” he whispered again, sounding a bit hoarse. “Y/N. C’mon, look at me.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling tears pouring down your cheeks. You covered your face with your hands and shook your head. Your shoulders heaved with shuddering breaths.

Daryl got up from where he was seated in the corner and moved over to you. “C’mere,” he said softly. You felt his arms around you, pulling you to him. “S’alright.” You were stiff at first but soon collapsed against his chest, your fingers clinging to him almost desperately. Daryl gently smoothed your hair. He rested his chin on the top of your head and held you tighter, his heart aching and fury burning in his stomach. “Ya ain’t gotta do this anymore,” he said. “Just get out.”

That snapped you out of it and you pulled back from him so you could look up into his face. You wiped the tears from your cheeks, shoving your shame in a box you could open later. Daryl’s hands stayed steadily around you. “No,” you said quickly. “I knew what I signed up for when I came back. And I wish—I wish you hadn’t seen any of that yesterday.” You straightened up and took a steadying breath. “But you’re getting out. Tomorrow,” you said softly, again meeting his eyes.

“Ya mean we are,” Daryl said.

You gulped again and averted your eyes away from the intensity of his gaze, anxiously chewing on your bottom lip.

“Y/N. Ya mean we are,” he repeated vehemently.

You shook your head. “Just you.”

“Like hell!” he growled.

“Daryl, if I stay in, I can help Alexandria and everyone from in here. I can—I can get information. I can sabotage whatever they—”

He shook his head firmly. “Nah. Nah. Fuck that. No. Ya ain’t stayin’.”

“Daryl—”

“No!” he exclaimed as loudly as he dared.

“Just listen—” you pleaded.

“No, ya listen to me!” he rasped. “If ya ain’t comin’ with me, then I ain’t leavin’. And that’s that. I won’t leave this goddamn cell. I’m not leavin’ ya in here with them, with him! I ain’t. So, you can forget about it. I’m not leavin’ ya behind. So, either adjust your plan, or we both stay in.”

You stared at him and from the look in his eyes and the way his jaw was set, his chin stubbornly inclined, it was apparent that there would be no changing his mind. There were flames in his eyes, like a wildfire. You nodded almost imperceptibly. “Alright. Okay.”

He nodded and grabbed the canteen and food you had brought him. As he raised the water to his lips you saw that his knuckles were swollen and bloody with dark bruises across them. “Your hand,” you murmured, reaching out and taking it in yours, inspecting it carefully, your fingers light on his skin.

“S’nothin’,” Daryl said, shrugging. Your touch raised goosebumps on his skin.

“What happened?” you asked him, again finding his blue eyes.

He just shook his head and didn’t say anything more. His eyes moved back to your hand on his and they caught on the silver wedding band Negan had slipped onto your finger. You suddenly realized what he was looking at and you withdrew your hands from his and ripped it off your finger, shoving it into your bag.

Daryl watched the turmoil on your face for a moment before he spoke. “What’s the plan?” he asked, taking a bite of the apple you had brought.

Your mouth dropped open and you thought for a moment. “I’ve got the keys to get you out of here and get us out of the building. And I got the key to your bike. Negan will be gone tomorrow with a lot of his best soldiers. I heard them talking today—they’re going for a pick up at Alexandria.” You sighed. “We sneak out through the south side, where they keep the bikes and trucks. I can walk around freely and make sure the coast is clear before I come and get you. We get on the bike and we go.”

“Go where? We can’t go back to Alexandria obviously.”

You nodded. “Hilltop. I’ll bring some clothes for you to change into when I can before we leave. We gotta get you out of that awful sweatshirt,” you said gently.

Daryl considered you for a long moment, his blue eyes drinking in your face. He nodded. “It’s simple. S’good. It’ll work.” He paused again. “What about weapons?” he asked.

You shook your head and he read worry on your face. “That’s the one thing I haven’t been able to solve. I don’t know where they keep them and I don’t have access to anything. I could maybe slip away with a knife from the kitchen but—”

“Nah. It’s fine. We’ll figure it out,” Daryl said. He nodded again. “We’re gettin’ out,” he said. “Both of us.” You thought you saw his bottom lip quivering.

You nodded back at him. “Yeah. We are.”

His face contorted a little as he bit back emotion, his head slumping forward and his broad shoulders rounding. Your hands flew to his shoulders, and you brushed his hair aside gently. He gripped onto your wrist tightly. You moved closer to him, your heart breaking. You pressed a kiss to his forehead as his eyes were downcast but they snapped up to yours in surprise again at the tenderness you were showing him, despite where you were and what you were being subjected to. Your face broke into a teary smile and he was amazed at it. Everything you had been through… and you’d thrown yourself into it again, for him, risking everything. You were sitting in this shithole with him, smiling at him. He couldn’t make goddamn sense of any of it.

“We’re getting out,” you whispered.

Daryl nodded and straightened up. “We are.”

It was safe to say that even after you left, locking Daryl back into his cell for what you hoped was the last time, neither of you slept at all that night.

[outsideratheart]

I'll Always Come Back to You (Preath x Military!Reader)

Anon request: Hey love, could you write a preath x reader. With military!reader coming home to them both.Just pure fluff😢

3 months, that is how long your mission was supposed to take. Now here you were 7 months later still in Afghanistan.

Your job was very important and you were very proud of the work you did but it did have its downsides, the biggest one, being away from your girlfriends.

“How is it going? I mean I know you can’t tell us why but” Christen begins to mumble.

“Everything is going according to plan, I should be hope by the end of the month” You tell her.

“Really! That soon” You cannot help but smile at Christen’s smile, it was infectious.

But it was the sight of your other girlfriend that now had your attention.

“What’s the matter Tobs?” You ask as she clearly wasn’t as excited as Christen.

“Nothing” Tobin lies.

“Well I have just told you that I am coming home and you face looks like a brick wall”

“It’s just that…well…we have had this conversation before and I got excited the first and the second time even the third but now” Tobin doesn’t look at you instead she plays with her hands.

“Baby, look at me” you wait until she does so.

“I know it can be hard but I have a job to do which is bigger than me. It requires be to be away from you, both of you. I miss you both so much and I am doing everything in power to come home to you as soon as I can”

You look up just in time to see tears falling down Tobin’s face.

“We know it’s hard Y/N which just miss you is all” Christen tells you.

“So how is camp? We watched your came against Sweden, there’s nothing quite like watching my girls tear up the field” you say trying to change the subject.

“It’s going good, we finally nailed that set piece I was talking to you about the other day” Tobin says.

She goes on to describe the play in detail and you smile at her passion. You could listen to her talk about soccer all day.

“What?” She asks as she catches you staring.

“Nothing, I just love to see you smile” Tobin blushes at your compliment. You loved that you still had this power over her even it is from the other side of the world.

“Oh Y/N, I tried that yoga routine you recommended. I was so sore the next day I could hardly walk” Christen rolls her eyes at your smirk and Tobin’s giggle which she managed to cover with a cough.

“Don’t say it” She tells you.

“Sounds like I never left” You say smugly.

“Chris you practically set her up with that one” Tobin says playfully.

“Y/L/N time for briefing” Your hear someone say.

“Duty calls” you tell them “I love you both so much”

“I love you” Christen says.

“I love you” Tobin says.

“Please stay safe” They both say in unison.

You blow a kisses at the camera before ending the video call.

After the brief your sergeant asks you to stay back.

“I know you have been on base a little longer than expected and we appreciate the work you have been doing so we are releasing you from Duty. I have organised a flight for you, if you go pack now you might make it back for you girls’ game” He tells you.

You were finally able to go home and you will be able to surprise Christen and Tobin since they thought you would be back at the end of the month.

Your bags were packed and your were on the plane. In order to keep the homecoming a secret you would have to cancel a FaceTime with your girlfriends but it would be worth it in the end.

You send them both a text saying that you will be going dark for next 24 hours due to the mission to had.

20 hours later, you land in Houston. You look at your watch to see that that have an hour before kick off so you make your way to the game.

Meanwhile at the stadium Christen and Tobin are freaking out as they saw on the news that there was an explosion near the base you were staying in and they couldn’t get in touch you.

“I’m sure she is fine. You said that she was on mission so that means that she wasn’t on base” Alex says trying to calm them down.

“Something is wrong, I can feel it. Last time I felt like this Y/N had been shot” Christen said.

“Christen!” Tobin shouts “you can’t just say something like that”

Christen goes to Tobin and gives her a hug, whispering something in her ear that the rest of the team can’t hear.

“Right, listen up” Vlatko enters the locker room “Christen, Tobin I have seen the news and i want you both to know that you are excused from today’s game”

“I want to play” Christen says.

“Me too” Tobin agrees with her girlfriend.

Before going onto the pitch there is another news report saying that there were no casualties at the bombing so that put’s them at ease but your dark 24 hours were over and they still couldn’t get in touch with you.

You arrive at the game just as the referee blows the whistle and you cheer loudly as you see that both Christen and Tobin are starting.

The game is over before you know it. It was finally time be reunited with the loves of the life.

The players begin their walk around the stadium thanking the crowd, luckily Tobin and Christen are at the back which gives to the chance to get the attention of one of the other players.

It is Ash that sees you first and goes to one of the security guards letting you know that you are family and need to come to the locker room. He escorts you through the stadium, down the several corridors and then you see it. ‘Home Team Locker Room’.

The team had won so most of them were celebrating but not your girlfriends, they were checking their phones and you knew they were waiting for a text from you.

You stood in the doorway watching them for a moment. They were your everything and seeing them in person floods you with all kind of emotions. You don’t realise your crying until Alex passes you a tissue. Turns out everyone had noticed your presence, everyone but the two people you wanted to see you.

“They’re all yours” Ash tells you patting you on the back.

You hear Christen telling Tobin to try calling you one more time and you see your opportunity. You get your phone out of your pocket and turn it on.

Your phones goes off seconds later and your answer it.

“Y/N! You finally answered, please tell me you are ok?” Christen says and you smile at her concern.

“How about you turn around to see for yourself” You tell her.

Christen runs to you, jumps into your arms and you catch her spinning her around.

“I can’t believe you’re here” She says as she places a kiss on your lips.

“She’s really missed you, it has been harder on her this time” Christen tells you signalling to Tobin who is still in her locker staring at you in disbelief.

You place christen on the ground, taking her hand in your as you go to Tobin.

“Am I dreaming because I have had this dream before, you come home then I wake up and your gone again” She tells you.

“I’m here baby” you say.

She stands and kisses you, this one more passionate than the one you shared with Christen which surprises you. Normally Tobin shied away from PDA but not today.

“I really missed that” you say pulling away.

“I have missed you so much Y/N” She says with tears in her eyes.

The rest of the team stand in shock, they have never seen Tobin this vulnerable.

“I hate to break up this reunion but it’s time to go back to hotel” Becky tells you and you, Tobin and Christen frown. “Oh no, I don’t mean it like that. Y/N can obviously come with us”

The ride back to the hotel took too long for your liking. You just wanted to get back so that you could have some alone time with your girlfriends.

As soon as you arrived the three of you politely declined team meal which everyone full understood.

You got to the hotel room and quickly got a shower to freshen up whilst Christen and Tobin got changed. When you came out your were wearing some shorts and a sports bra.

“Those pictures you sent really didn’t do you justice” You blushed at Christen’s statement remembering sending those photos to her.

You lay on the bed between Tobin and Christen and Tobin begins scanning your body and you knew exactly what she was doing.

“This one is new” she says pointing to a scar on your leg then placing a kiss on it.

“So is this one” christen says and she copies what Tobin did.

You had several new scars, none no bigger than a quarter but your girlfriends were very observant.

“We’re not playing this game, despite how much I love where it is leading”

Tobin hold her hands up in defence.

“We just worry” Christen tells you.

“I know you do”

You kiss her forehead and then kiss Tobin’s.

“Is that a new hoodie?” You ask Tobin.

“It is” she replies.

You look at her giving her your best puppy dog eyes. You loved Tobin’s clothes and often stole them.

You watch her take her hoodie off and give it to you.

“It’s smells just like you” you say as you put it on “thank you” you kiss her cheek.

You lay between your girlfriends as you all watch a film. These are the moments you missed, when it was just the three of you.

“We’re really happy you’re home” christen tells you.

“I’ll always come back you”

[robinofinashiro]

“you're the one they adore, who they came to see, you're a rock star baby. everybody wants you player. who can really blame you? we're the ones who made you.”

character: bertholdt hoover x fem! reader

request status: OPENED / okay pls listen to ‘we made you’ by eminem in order to set the mood for the fic and this is an au! 

you were hanging out with Annie, seeing the way your ‘boyfriend’ was surrounded with his fangirls. you were leaning back against the wall, not wanting to bother Reiner in the middle of his groupie time. Annie could tell you were angry and just waiting for Reiner to notice the look you were giving him. 

Annie knew the relationship was holding onto a thread by this point. you had fallen out of love with Reiner quite a long time ago but you wanted to be the one to break up with him first. you weren’t going to look like an idiot to save Reiner’s reputation. 

ever since he became the main quarterback to the school football team, his entire attitude changed. the photos you both had up on Insta were taken off. he skipped out on dates almost constantly and before your relationship had taken a toll, the friendship between him and Bertholdt had completely fallen apart. 

at first, you thought it was Bertl that became jealous of his friends new found status but when your issues with him finally started, you started to understand why their friendship was no longer there. it was Reiner’s fault. 

“you good?” Annie asked. you laughed, your annoyed tone giving it all away. just as you were about to get up to ruin Reiner’s fun time, you felt someone tap you on the shoulder. you turned around, seeing Bertholdt looking down at you with a small smile playing on his face. 

Annie could feel the tension between the two of you almost immediately. she had no idea if it came from anger, unspoken words, or pure hatred from Reiner pinning you against him but as soon as she realized she should no longer be there, she walked away claiming she needed to get a drink. 

“hey Bert,” you said softly. he gave you a wave before murmuring if the two of you could talk alone. you followed him out of the party, into a less crowded space in the backyard and sat with him on a bench, “what’s up? I haven’t seen you in a while,” you told Bert, seeing him shrug in reply. 

“yeah, i’ve been keeping low for a while,” Bert finally responded, “ever since Reiner and I stopped being friends, I really haven’t been in the mood to be around people,” he added on. you nodded, completely understanding, “oh, how I know how you feel,” you sighed. 

Bert whipped his head to look at you, “whatever is going on in the blond’s head is getting to him. ask me when’s the last time we’ve hung out alone or he’s even bothered text me first thing in the morning and I’d tell you that it’s been almost two months,” you confessed. 

Bert’s eyes widened, not believing what he heard, “wait, you’re still with him?” he asked in disbelief. you nodded slowly, “the entire school thinks the two of you are broken up. at least that’s what Reiner told me before our fight happened,” he said slowly. 

you covered your mouth with your hand, trying to figure out when there was time for Reiner to make up such an elaborate lie, “wait, what?” you said rhetorically, “the entire school believes we’re broken up?” you asked. Bert nodded, “I’m nothing short of a petty bitch, Bert. I know we weren’t friends long enough for you to figure that out but wanna make Reiner pissed off?” you asked, a smirk playing on your face.

“what are you thinking?” he asked, not knowing where you were going with this. “just answer, wanna make Reiner suffer?” you asked again. Bert nodded slowly as you grabbed his hand and pulling him up, “come on,” you replied, running back inside of the house. 

you first brought Bert to the bar where your friend Pieck was handing out the drinks. you ordered both you and Bertholdt two shots of tequila, wanting to shake off any nerves you had in your system. Bertholdt didn’t bother to question what your plan was and followed along. 

“lets go,” you said through a face of disgust because of the tequila. Bert nodded, feeling you lead him to dance floor. he could see Reiner sitting by the beer pong table, talking his ear off with a few girls but Bert knew that if Reiner were to look up, he’d see you both immediately. 

you grabbed Bert’s hands, placing them on your hip as you turned around to dance against him. the song wasn’t exactly one to move in the way you were but you knew that if Reiner even saw the way you were being with Bertholdt, he was going to blow a fuse. 

Bert remained as stiff as a board, not knowing what to do. he had never danced this way with anyone before but feeling the way you were against him, he couldn’t like, he was getting turned on a bit. 

you were turned yourself back around, trying to get eye to eye with him but as soon as you did that, you felt a stare onto your back. “is he looking?” you asked Bert with a giggle in your voice. Bert nodded, finally understanding what you were doing. you were going to make Reiner purposely jealous. 

Bertholdt was not a man of many actions, everyone knew that. he was awkward, weird some might say, and really not the kind of guy to be petty but in this case, he could make an exception. not only that but he always found you attractive so that was a plus on his end. 

breathing, Bertholdt took a chance and dipped you in for a kiss. you were stunned, not expecting that coming out of Bertholdt but regardless, you shook it off and kissed him back. considering Bert was a fucking bean stock, you had to get on your toes to even reach him. 

after the two of you pulled away, Bert bent down, “he’s livid,” he murmured in your ear. you laughed, “I knew it, serves him right,” you responded before going back and dancing with him, “I think we deserve it, no?” you asked. 

he nodded before giving Reiner a small wave, making sure there was a spark of competition in his eyes. whatever lipstick you had on had smeared a bit on the side of his lips and wiped it off, his eyes still locked on Reiner’s. 

+ 

you held Bert’s hand as the two of you walked through the hallway. it had been a couple of weeks after your incident with Reiner. within those weeks, you had started seeing Bertholdt more. it started off with dinners which turned to you both watching movies at his place and then it gradually became the two of you just dating. 

Annie was surprised to see that it was Bertholdt that made the first move. the two had known each other for maybe the same amount of time him and Reiner were friends and she never thought Bertholdt would ever grow the pair to ask you out. 

“hey, what’re you both up to tonight?” Annie asked. you looked to Bert, “not much probably. why do you ask?” she handed you two a flyer, “the schools state football game is tonight and both of you should go,” she said, knowing that what she was planning would be the thing to make Reiner suffer the most. 

“why the hell do we need to do that?” you asked a bit in disbelief. she smiled, “wouldn’t you think that Reiner seeing you and Bertholdt at one of the biggest games of his life would really irk him?” she asked. 

Annie had been there for both you and Bertholdt when it came to your issues with Reiner and if she had to be honest, she was a bit more than pissed off at him. he pushed away the two most important people in his life and he still acted as if it was nothing. at the end, he really just pushed the two of you together but it still angered her seeing Reiner being as carefree as he was. 

“Annie come on, we’re evil but not that evil,” you told her, not sensing what she was getting at by ruining something that meant so much for him, “i’m just offering a small sense of advice for tonight. i mean, he was the one who let fame get into his head and decided drop you both but hey, that’s just my thought,” she murmured before heading off to her class. 

you looked to Bertholdt who remained silent, “I mean, it is just a game,” you told him before looking down at the flyer. Reiner was plastered on the cover with that annoying smile on his face. “sure, I’ll buy tickets but this is the last time we do anything petty!” Bert threatened. 

you put your hands up in defense as Bertholdt dialed the number to get the tickets for tonight. you were hugging him by the side, smelling his cologne and gaining comfort from it. 

+ 

the night came faster than you would have wanted too. you pulled on your schools sweater and paired it with ripped jeans and converse. Bertholdt didn’t know how to feel about the entire situation. a part of him felt bad that he was going to his former best friends game to try and get him to slip up but another part of him screamed that he deserved it. 

“ready?” you asked the tall boy. he nodded, a neutral expression playing on his face, “come on, lets go so we can get this over with,” you joked, grabbing the keys to your dorm and locking it. the field was not too far from your dorm building so the walk was relatively quick. 

Annie had already saved both of you seats so by the time you both got there, she was already sitting down, sipping on a water. you waved at her, “oh, they’re on the field already?” you rolled your eyes annoyedly. she nodded, pointing out Reiner who was on the field, talking to what you assumed was his third girlfriend of the week. 

the whistle blew, catching both of you off guard. the seats Annie had picked were the closest to the field. you and Bert clapped in support as the team had gathered themselves on the field and gave each other a pep talk before getting into position to play. 

you were screaming in support for everyone on the team except for Reiner. Bert had caught Reiner watching you a few times and grabbed your hand, not letting it go for even a second. you found it odd that Bert’s grasp on your hand had not loosen up but you payed no mind to it. 

the fourth quarter had came quicker as the game was neck and neck. you had seen Reiner getting nervous by just his facial expression alone and you couldn’t help but laugh. you knew he needed someone to comfort him but considering he no longer had a girlfriend, no one was there to do that. 

the other team had caught the ball in an interception and booked it to the other end of the field, getting everyone upset because of Reiner’s screwup. you and Bertholdt looked at each other before looking to Annie and laughing. all of your laughs had caught the blond’s attention and instead of getting angry, his heart fell to getting upset. 

you locked eyes with Reiner, shrugging and looking back to Bertholdt to make sure he saw the kiss you gave him. when you pulled away, you turned back to Reiner as the opposing team were screaming in excitement and gave him a tiny wave. 

“better luck next time.” 

you mouthed to him as Reiner’s heart fell even deeper to his stomach. because of his childish decision, not only had he lost the girl he loved but he lost his best friend and one of his other friends and there was nothing he could do about it. 

all of you had the last laughed which he ultimately deserved. 

[vanderlustwords]

Liquor and Loose Lips

(not my gif)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Prompt: 15. Drunkenly confessing feelings

Summary: There are countless times Bucky has shared drinks with you. No matter how much he drinks, he’s always careful with guarding his feelings close to his chest. Maybe it’s the cocktail, maybe it’s the way the moon looks tonight, maybe it’s the way you look under the streetlight. Whatever it is, Bucky can’t hold it in anymore.

Note: My first Bucky fic! Feedback is always appreciated :) oneshot dedicated to @empyreanwritings​

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Tequila.

Not Bucky's go-to ever, but he'll drink it if someone offers. 

Vodka.

A taste he's grown to love. During his time when he studied in Russia, there was probably nothing better to drink and help pass the time. 

Rum.

He likes it, but mostly because when he drinks it, he thinks this is what you'd taste like.

And that might be as close as he can get.

Whiskey.

Bucky finds himself in a fight when he has too much. 

Cocktails. 

No one could probably tell, but Bucky did have a specific cocktail. Something he enjoyed at a leisurely pace. A blend of rye whiskey, extra dry vermouth, and maraschino liqueur. He likes that it's smooth, it's dry bite keeping him coming back. 

Bucky has a high tolerance, he always has. No one could outdrink him, and you'd be hard-pressed ever to find him drunk. But he likes a good party. He likes being able to take care of you if you drank too much, even though it's not really his job.

Because you're not his girl. 

"Bucky!"

He turns over to see you coming over with a huge grin and rosy cheeks.

"Are you drunk already, doll?" He laughs as you stumble into him at your last step, fumbling over a faulty tile. He catches you easily as he wraps one of his arms around you as you fling your arms around his waist.

"God, no, maybe, yes, no," you decidedly answer with a laugh. "I think Tony poured me way too much rum in my last drink."

"And you drank it?"

"You know I love rum."

Bucky merely sighs playfully, painfully aware of how warm your body feels against his. How perfectly you fit under his arm and into his side. His fingers ache to flex, to hold you more tightly, but he can't. 

So, he helps you stand upright as you cheekily blow a raspberry at him.

"Careful now, you don't want to finish off so early when the night's just begun," Bucky tells you, and you blow air out of your mouth before grabbing a water bottle. 

"C'mon, it's my first party since the breakup. Surely this is better than having to hang inside watching b-rated chick flicks, eating an unhealthy amount of pizza and ice cream while I cry," you wryly quirk your lips.

But Bucky doesn't say that he secretly enjoyed those times.

Not you crying.

That was awful, and it broke his heart to see you cry like that. But there was something about hanging in your apartment for long periods with nothing to do but watch movies and eat together.

It was like on some level, only the two of you existed in those moments. It helped that you would snuggle up to Bucky under the blankets, and sometimes even fell asleep.

"You sure you're up for tonight? I know Sam is here too," Bucky asked quietly. 

You sighed but shook your head. "I can't avoid him anymore. Besides, I can't keep you locked up with me forever, either."

Bucky wishes he could say he wouldn't mind. 

He looks at you, watching as your turn to your head to look out into the living room where Sam is standing talking with a bunch of guys.

For the longest time, you were Sam's girl. 

Bucky has known you since pre-K, then Sam came in the picture in junior high, and when the two of you started dating in high school, everyone was surprised.

It was no secret that Sam was a notorious player, never have been in a long-term relationship. But the two of you had always clicked, and Bucky couldn't help but feel that it was like a cliche movie. 

The player settles down for the one girl who's always been by his side and keeps up with him the way no one else can.

Bucky was convinced this was only destined to end happily ever after. 

And so, he kept quiet about his feelings.

But then midway through the first year of university, Sam broke up with you. Sitting on the couch crying your eyes out, you had told Bucky that Sam said he just wasn't ready for a relationship right now. It was amicable, you didn't hate Sam, but it had also hurt a lot. He didn't know what to say when you had said that perhaps you just weren't the girl who could get a player to retire from his game. 

It made Bucky's chest ache painfully because he's stopped looking at other girls for a long time now. 

"Alright," Bucky decides, "finish up that water bottle, and we're going to find some duds to destroy beer pong at."

You smile at him, tipping the water bottle all the way up as you finish the last of it. Chucking the water bottle aside, you take Bucky's outstretched hand as he leads you into the living room. 

You pass Sam, giving him only a nod of acknowledgment as you keep walking. You hear Bucky give him a brief greeting, but he doesn't stop to chit-chat with his friend.

Entering the area for games, the two of you arrive just in time to enter into a new game with two strangers that seemed to have been dominating the game the entire night.

The two frat boys looked at you, making wolf-whistling sounds that made Bucky quirk his brow. You didn't react to it, but you did meet Bucky's eyes from the side. He gave you a knowing smile as the game started.

Sinking cup after cup, the game ends way too quickly, and the frat boys aren't too happy about being trounced, but they're not willing to start something with Bucky Barnes, so they leave quietly.

Bucky starts to walk off, but you pull his sleeve.

"Let's play a couple more rounds," you smile at him. He tilts his head, a little surprised as you usually don't like to play the same game in a row, but he nods nonetheless.

Seven rounds. 

You don't call it quits until after seven rounds. With Bucky by your side, you never lose a game, but you are feeling buzzed again. 

"Done with the games?" Bucky teases.

You're about to answer, but the words get caught in your throat. 

You probably weren't meant to see it, but you did. Sam's on the dance floor with some girl you don't recognize, she might be in her second year of university. 

They're grinding and kissing, and even though you're pretty sure you're starting to move on, it still hits you in the gut. 

There's a momentary flashback to when Sam first broke up with you and the painful feeling of knowing somehow, you weren't enough. 

You know Sam didn't mean it that way, but that's how it felt.

Bucky follows your line of sight and feels his gut sink. He doesn't know what to do other than to move to stand in front of you. You blink, your view being blocked as you look into Bucky's eyes.

"Let's grab some drinks," Bucky turns you around, pushing you towards the kitchen. 

He thinks it might still be too early for you to be out and partying when you've got a broken heart, but when you don't cry, he's impressed.

You swallow the lump in your throat, coughing lightly to clear your throat as you turn to Bucky. 

"This party blows," you tell him, watching him quirk his brow with a smile. "You know, Tony has the good stuff up in his study room."

You don't say anything, but Bucky grins right away, knowing what you're insinuating.

"Meet me out back?" You lick your lips.

"You've got yourself a rendezvous, doll."

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Bucky finds you not too far from the house, just down the block where the road curves. You're sitting on the edge of the sidewalk under the streetlight. 

Normally, Bucky would scold you for being so reckless, but it's late in the night, and you've got a look on your face that he just decides to let this one slide.

He walks up to you, taking a seat and shows you the treasure he brought.

You chortle, "I knew Tony was hiding the good stuff."

"We're probably going to hear about it from him tomorrow," Bucky smirks, but that doesn't stop him from cracking the bottle open. 

"That's a tomorrow us problem," you shrug, causing him to laugh.

You both take a shot of the premium vodka Bucky stole, licking your lips at how smooth it goes down. 

Even as good as it was, you still make a face and a displeased noise.

Bucky turns to you and laughs.

"I knew I should've brought the rum instead," he jokes, and you lean over and push him playfully with your shoulder.

"You fool," you smile, "there was rum, and you took vodka? Rookie mistake."

Bucky throws his head back with laughter. There's something that feels warm in your stomach as you watch Bucky laugh, and you wonder if it's the vodka.

"Here," you say, turning over slightly pick up two glasses you had brought out earlier.

"What's this?" Bucky asks as he looks at the cocktail. The orange color looks familiar to him, and there's a toothpick with cherries in it. 

You quirk your eyebrow at him as if he should know. "Your favorite cocktail? The Brooklyn cocktail. I think it should be called the Bucky Barnes cocktail, though."

Bucky takes the drink slowly, sipping it. He's not sure if it's because he's already had so many drinks tonight, or if it's the fact that you made it, but it tastes better than usual.

"I hope you appreciate this. I stole the cherries."

"From where?"

You were silent.

"From where?" Bucky jokingly begged.

The two of you burst into laughter as you share drinks under the night sky.

"How did you know this was my favorite cocktail? I drink everything, and I've never mentioned this drink," Bucky asked, savoring the flavor.

You look at him with furrow brows.

"What do you mean?" You lick your lips. "It's the only cocktail you'll drink twice."

It was so small, something no one else ever has noticed. Bucky likes to drink, and he really will drink everything. It's easy for people to assume he likes vodka the best. 

Fuck, he's so in love. 

But he downs the rest of the drink along with his feelings.

The night passes quietly with the two of you drinking from the vodka bottle, and Bucky is feeling the liquor a little more than usual.

"This is so dumb," you sigh.

"What is?" Bucky asks softly back.

"I dragged you and myself to this party, but now we're sitting out here on the curb."

Bucky shrugs. "This right here is the coolest party 'round town."

You laugh, "Not sure if two people make it a party."

"What does it make then?"

"A date, maybe?" You say.

It's meant innocently, but Bucky's chest flares with butterflies, and he's gripping the edge of the curb tightly.

Suddenly, you groan as you lean against his shoulder.

"Be honest, you think I'm tragic, don't you?" The warmth immediately seeps through Bucky's shirt against your temple. 

"Not at all, doll," Bucky licks his bottom lip.

You pinch his side lightly. "Doll this, doll that. Careful, Barnes, I might just fall for you."

And maybe it's the alcohol that has him relaxed. 

Maybe it's the way you look under the streetlight. 

Maybe it's the way you look like you don't believe you can be anyone's entire universe.

Whatever it is, it has Bucky leaning over your face. You look up, caught in his steel-blue eyes. Your breath hitches when you feel his breath ghost over your cheeks and on your lips. 

His other hand comes to cup your face, thumb dragging from the corner of your mouth across your cheekbone.

Your eyes flutter closed as you unknowingly move closer. 

"What are you doing?" You whisper.

You open your eyes when Bucky doesn't answer. He only swallows visibly. 

"How long?" You ask instead.

"Before Sam," Bucky's forehead touches yours as your noses brush.

Your jaw clenches because that was ages ago. 

You come to a sobering realization that Bucky has loved you longer than you have ever known. 

There's a nagging thought in both of your heads that this could be a mistake. 

But as quick as Bucky's lips brush against yours, he pulls back. 

You blink.

Bucky coughs, standing up.

"Sorry," Bucky smiles contritely. 

Because the thing is, even if you're not Sam's girl, you're not Bucky's either.

And he's not about to risk something just because his entire body feels like he's about to go through vertigo if he doesn't kiss you. 

You stare at Bucky as he gives you that goofy grin, scratching the back of his head. 

"Let's head back inside," Bucky starts walking, "I bet Tony is white girl wasted at this point."

You watch Bucky's back as you stand up.

The truth is, you don't understand. You don't know what the right decision is or if you'll regret it in the morning. 

The only thing you know is that things have changed regardless of what you choose to do.

There's this uncomfortable feeling in your gut as you bite your nail before running your hand through your hair frustratedly. 

You look to the side, huffing before you look back.

"Bucky!" 

You're already running when he turns around as you collide into his body, hand cupping his jaw with a bruising kiss. 

Bucky responds immediately, both his hands coming around to hold your face. You feel the ring on his thumb as it's pressed just right on the corner of your lips. 

He kisses you like he's known your lips forever. Even though the last thing you drank was vodka, there's still an underlying tone of rum, and Bucky thinks rum might be his new favorite. 

The smell of orange blossoms and dry leaves invades his nose as he pulls back, both breathless. 

He doesn't dare pull back any further, feeling your warm breath on his lips. 

He catches your eyes, the way they flutter to his as your chest heaves. Your fingers move to hold his fingers that are cupping your jaw and neck.

And Bucky falls all over. 

"I'm in love with you, doll," Bucky confesses, pulling you into another consuming kiss. 

Cars pass you, their headlights shining just momentarily on the two of you as you share something new from drinks. 

And whatever panic tomorrow brings, you'll at least have known kissing Bucky Barnes tastes like a promise.

[moral-turpitudes]

Mending Hearts:

Trigger Warnings: Angst, Blood, Mentions/Descriptions of War and PTSD, Lil bit of Fluff and stuff.

Word Count: 3,296

Characters: Arthur Shelby x Reader

+ Ada, John, Finn, and Polly.

Request: (I got this super detailed request on my Wattpad: @jetblackheartsx but I loved it so much I wanted to post it on here :) For the sake of this one, it’s taking place around the first season-ish where Billy Kimber has become the Peaky Blinders’ current headache.

Paraphrased: “...Reader is new to Small Heath and makes friends with Ada. One day she invites reader to come to one of her brothers mansions. As they drive out there she tells reader about her family, and upon arrival they find blood and two men around the corner. They check to see if they’re alive and Ada calls an ambulance while reader figures out how to save them. After she manages to save them, the ambulance crew arrives and takes them to the hospital and the reader brings Ada home. The next day Ada and Arthur come to thank her and bring her flowers. Then Arthur asks the reader if she’d like to come for dinner one night to meet the rest of the Shelby family. Reader blushes and agrees to meet them after a couple days in order for them to recuperate. When there, she meets Finn who is sweet and charming, and then she’s led to the drawing room of the mansion where she meets Polly and John. And as typical Shelby’s they are a bit flirtatious and so as she sits down with them she wonders what on earth the future could hold.” 

Requested by: Wattpad Reader

Y/n walked out of her apartment ready to meet her new friend Ada and her family. She had just moved to Small Heath a week prior and it wasn’t long before she’d gotten herself in a rut. She had just been rejected from a seamstress job, roaming the dark colored town and heading towards the Garrison to drink away her current feelings. When she arrived, she saw a brunette standing at the bar with a disgruntled look on her face. She smiled and walked towards her, not paying any mind to the ogling stares from the groups of men drunkenly hanging around during the day.

“What will you have miss?” The bartender asked.

“Oh, just a bottle of whiskey....thank you.” She said as he handed her a shot glass and a bottle. She slipped him the cash and he smiled as he went to tend to the other customers.

“You don’t sound like you’re from here...what’s your name?” Ada asked, staring at her glass of wine as Y/n took a seat.

“Y/n...and you’re right...I’m not from here. Just moved from London.” She said.

“Well...welcome to Small Heath then, Y/n. I’m Ada...Ada Shelby.” She said hesitantly.

“What brings you here?” She asked.

“Planning to drink away my sadness for the night, it’s lonely here. Job rejections and such...” Y/n said before taking a shot.

“I see...well I may be able to help you out with that if you’d like. I have some pull in this town.” Ada said winking.

“Really? You’d help me out? You barely know me.” She said taking another shot.

“I know...I just want to help for a change. You seem nice so I’m willing to take the chance. And....let’s just say my family is always looking for ways to expand their business. What do you do exactly?” She asked.

“Well I was a nurse back in London for a couple years, but then I got sent out to help in the war, stitching soldiers, mending wounds, repairing uniforms, things like that.” She said nonchalantly. She never opened up much about her experience, seeing wounded soldiers everyday, but she managed to integrate back into civilian life just fine, but it was the nights when she’d sit at home alone that worried her the most.

“Oh really? All of my brothers except for my youngest got sent to France...I’m glad they and you got back. It’s changed them though...” She said sipping her wine.

“War does that, yeah.” Y/n said looking down at her third shot. Remembering all the men she saw and helped mend.

“Are you wanting to drink that whole thing?” Ada asked smirking.

“Only if you‘d want to help me.” She said, pushing the bottle towards Ada.

They continued on like that for the day, becoming best friends by the end of the night.

“You...you’d like my brothers. Maybe I’ll let you meet them tomorrow?” She asked, slurring her words a bit. Y/n could see the poor woman was desperate for some kind of human interaction that wasn’t with her family, so she smiled, agreeing to meet them and looking forward to hanging out with her again.

“I’ll pick you up at noon tomorrow. What’s your address?” Ada asked.

Y/n wrote it down quickly, hoping it was legible in her current state.

“I’ll have my driver take you back, here come with me.” She said taking her arm as they both hobbled out. She paid no mind to the men whistling at them as they walked to the car.

Once in, Y/n looked around hazily and drunkenly talked with Ada as they both watched the dreary night blow by them as the driver made his way to her apartment, Ada only slightly more sober than her, helping her to her door.

“Noon tomorrow alright? Thanks for keeping me company tonight. You’re a good friend Y/n.” She said before giving Y/n a hug. Y/n smiled and waved her off, quickly going inside and heading for her scarcely furnished bedroom.

During the war she learned to live with next to nothing, as she constantly had to share stuff with her nurse mates and only had a few clothing items She could bring. Necessities were pretty much it for her, keeping her style in both clothing and furnishings to a minimum.

The next day, Y/n awoke with an all-too-familiar headache and so she took a quick shower and put on a white dress-shirt and beige skirt. Tying her hair up into a tight bun with a ribbon and some pins, just as she did years ago. It had to be done so often that she did it out of habit now.

Grabbing her coat, she walked out, seeing Ada parked outside.

“Hey Y/n! Nice to see you! How are you feeling?” She asked, her sunglasses hiding her own tired look.

“Hungover, but I’ve been through worse.” She said smirking. Ada laughed and continued on, driving down the road.

“So tell me about this family of yours? They have a business I may be of use to you said?” Y/n asked.

Ada gulped and smiled, trying to hide the uneasiness in her voice as she spoke.

“Well, they’re pretty well known here as am I. The Shelbys that is....my brothers mainly...are known as the Peaky Blinders...rigging the books, going to horse races, taking bets, smuggling drugs, weapons, the lot...” Ada paused, waiting for y/n’s reaction.

“Oh my...You know I think I’ve heard of them before, they got in quite the scuffle in London about a year ago.” Y/n said.

“Does that scare you? What my family does?” She asked, knowing many of her friends left her due to her status.

“Not really. They sound quite interesting. That or I’m insane...” Y/n said jokingly.

“Well Y/n you might be. But in that case I think you’ll fit right in.” She said.

“I don’t mean to barge in or anything though, to their business that is, I don’t want to seem desperate for a job...” Y/n said, fiddling nervously with her hands as they pulled into her brother Thomas’ driveway.

“They don’t mind. I’ve already talked with them. Tommy needs a new nurse and a seamstress if I’m honest. The bastard gets in dangerous fights and rips holes in almost all his suits at some point. Not to mention, the old nurse almost gave him an overdose of morphine once because she couldn’t see the dosage markers.” She said chuckling.

“Oh my. Well I’d be glad to help, thanks for putting a word in for me.” Y/n said before getting out of Ada’s car.

“No problem.” She said smiling and leading her into Thomas’ estate.

As they walked along the hallway, Y/n saw a trail of blood and Ada gasped.

“Walk to the side of it.” Y/n said sternly, walking down the long hall and towards the kitchen. The blood was fresh and a dark crimson, the light glinting off it as it led down into the cellar.

Groaning was heard from two dark haired men. Ada suddenly screamed and ran away from her to call an ambulance.

“Hello! Yes come to Thomas Shelby’s estate quickly. He’s been hurt again and so has Arthur.” Y/n heard her say urgently from upstairs.

Without thinking, Y/n carefully dodged the blood and ran towards them, seeing the man with blue eyes drifting in and out.

“Hey, stay with me. Focus on my voice. I’m going to put pressure on your abdomen okay?” He nodded and looked at her from bloodied eyes, he’d been beaten and stabbed badly.

“What’s your name aye?” Y/n asked as he winced.

“Thomas...Thomas Shelby.” He said quietly.

“Ada get me a first aid kit! Now!” She yelled from the cellar loudly, causing the other man to cover his ears as he bled from his arm profusely.

Ada came running down, a look of fear and disgust as she got blood on her heels.

“Here, I found some whiskey, a needle and thread, and some pliers. Oh and the former nurses morphine.” She said handing her the box with all of it and the bottle of whiskey.

“Ada I know you don’t want to do this but I’m going to need you to wrap your brothers arm in gauze and squeeze it. Talk to him. Don’t let him fade out.” Y/n ordered. Ada shakily went over to her brother Arthur and did as instructed.

“Oi! Ada who’s that?” He asked, panting as he held his hand over his stomach which was also bleeding.

“Sh-she’s my new friend, the one I told you about. I figured she’d be able to be of some use.” She said sloppily wrapping the gauze and squeezing his arm as he yelled out.

“Thomas? Hey. Hey! No don’t look up look at me.” Y/n said shaking her head a bit as she looked on the syringe and loaded the correct amount of morphine into it, administering it carefully into his arm. She could feel his eyes on her as she poured whiskey in the wound. His eyes opened wide and he bit his lip trying not to scream as she worked.

“A piece of the knife broke off and I have to extract it, bite down on this.” She said, putting his loose tie in his mouth.

She cleaned her hands with whiskey and then carefully extracted the piece of metal from his wound, causing it to bleed more. Then she quickly threaded the needle and put pressure on him to stop the bleeding before stitching him up just as she was instructed in the medical ward.

It seemed as if it took her forever but really it only took her about 10 minutes.

Ada gagged as she held the now saturated gauze, watching Y/n put the final touches on Tommy’s gauze before wiping the blood from his face and putting ointment on the cuts near his eye.

Thomas watched her as she ran towards Arthur who was losing blood more quickly. She didn’t think, just acted, as she undid Arthur’s belt causing Ada to give her a questioning look.

“Tourniquet.” She said sharply before yanking the remainder of it from under him.

“You did great Ada. Put his tie in his mouth now please.“ Y/n said, and Ada did as instructed.

“So I hear your names Arthur. Keep your eyes on me. I’m going to tie this alright? Bite down.” Y/n said as he weakly bit down.

He groaned and she saw tears escape his eyes as he looked at her, frantic and nervous as he was losing blood rapidly.

Y/n averted her gaze and pulled the belt as tight as she could, getting the bleeding under control gradually as she assessed his wounds.

He was stabbed like Tommy but not as deeply and not with a piece of metal embedded in his side, as his arm was what took the brunt of it.

Y/n unwrapped the gauze and flushed both wounds out as he yelled through the tie. Ada walked over to Tommy after she saw Y/n had Arthur under control and asked him about what happened, Y/n listening in as she worked.

“Kimber’s men...they came in here after we got back from the races. It was just me and Arthur here as we were going to go to the shop. They came here to get me Ada. They came here to kill me after what went down.” He said weakly.

“Well they failed miserably.” Ada said half smiling. Tommy took his sisters hand and held it as she watched Y/n work, waiting for the ambulance.

Y/n got the bleeding in his arm to fully stop for now and so she administered another correct dose of morphine and then stitched Arthur’s arm up and wrapped it, doing the same to the wound on his stomach, blushing a bit as his eyes caught hers as she shyly checked him out, his abs prominent as he tensed up from the pain.

As Y/n finished cleaning him up, he looked up at her and smiled weakly.

“Where did you learn all this? You’re a way better nurse than that old hag... isn’t she Tommy?” He said looking over at him. Tommy’s blue eyes darted over to him as he nodded, he itched to get back to business, to hunt down Kimber’s men, but he knew he couldn’t right now, no matter how much he wanted to.

“I uh...was sent off to France during the war. I helped take care of the soldiers.” She said hesitantly, remembering one of the nights when she had to rush into the field and help one of the men near the tunnels. He had the shakes and was doubled over in pain from the heat and an injury he had came into the infirmary for a few days prior.

Her heart raced as she remembered trying to help him out of the tunnel as a bomb went off near one of the trenches they were stumbling towards, killing the other soldiers near them instantly. The dirt, debris, and blood of her fellow nurses and soldiers raining down on her as she hit the ground, her ears ringing for what felt like forever as the man helped her hide despite his shaky and weakened state. He had brought her down near a dirt hole that was much less deep compared to the other trenches, urging her to hide as he looked around for more bombs. She tried her best to help him when he came back, giving him her canteen and helping him cool off as they hid. But he later died in front of her as he succumbed to the shock and from sepsis due to the injury he had gotten.

She sat there with tears in her eyes, snapping back to reality at Arthur’s voice as she remembered hiding with the mans corpse until sunrise.

“Y/n are you alright?” He asked. He must’ve said something before but she hadn’t heard him due to her flashing back to that night.

“Oh! Right, sorry. I just have memories...I’m sure you both know what that’s like...” She said, as he nodded and took her hand. She wiped her tears away as she heard the ambulance blaring in the distance and immediately went to help Tommy and Arthur up and out of the cellar, desperately shoving the memories away to focus.

After they’re swept off to the hospital, Y/n looked as Ada watched them leave, leaving her to clean up the mess scattered through Tommy’s house.

“Here I can help Ada. I’m great with washing blood out of things.” Y/n said smirking.

“You have a morbid sense of humor, truly.” Ada said as they both worked their way down to the cellar, cleaning every inch of the flooring with mops, soap, a pail of water, and some bleach.

When all was done, it was around 5pm, and Y/n could tell Ada was tired. Y/n was used to the stress and violence keeping her going, but Ada on the other hand was worried and exhausted.

“Here I’ll take you home. I’ll drive and then walk home.” She said.

“Oh no I’ll have a driver come pick you up, no friend of mine will be walking alone.” She said.

“Alright, well I’ll still drive you home though, no use tiring yourself more than you already are.” She said patting Ada on the back as she grabbed the keys.

“I guess. Just don’t speed too much.” She said jokingly.

“No promises.” Y/n said and then got in the car, driving off to Ada’s lavish apartment.

By the time they got there, a car was waiting for her and so she said her goodbyes and received a million thanks from Ada, and then tiredly got in the car and headed home, watching the lavish building fade into the night.

The next day she awoke to a loud knock on her door, and so she sprung up and slipped on a robe as her hair fell down around her shoulders. She sighed as she took in her tired appearance, but nevertheless walked to the door.

She was greeted with a tall man hiding behind a bright bouquet of flowers and a smiling Ada.

“Put the flowers down you doofus. She can’t see your face.” She said before forcing him to give Y/n the flowers. Once she placed them inside, she saw it was Arthur.

“Oi, hiya Y/n. We just wanted to say thank you. You uh saved my brother and I‘s lives back there and I wanted to tell you in person.” He said as he looked at his fresh bandage on his arm.

Y/n blushed as she glanced at him and the flowers.

“It was no problem really.” She said looking at him again as she blushed slightly.

“I know you’ve been through a lot, but would you like to come over to meet the rest of the family for dinner in a couple days? They’re keeping Tommy over In the hospital for a day or two so that they can get some things sorted and make sure he doesn’t run out like he did in the past.” He said smirking to Ada who rolled her eyes at the memory.

“Sure! I’d love to meet my new colleagues and....patients...should the need arise.” She said.

“Alright I’ll see you at Thomas’ estate then.”

“Sounds like a plan. Ada will you be there?” Y/n asked.

“Of course! I’ll pick you up at noon.” She said.

“Alright, see you both very soon.” Y/n said before closing the door, blushing like a madwoman as she took in what just happened. She smelled the flowers before bringing them to her table near the window, finally having a bit of color to brighten up the place.

A few days had passed and she got ready in her long green dress, putting her hair up as she looked in the mirror. She added makeup and then heard Ada’s car as if on cue.

She quickly pulled on her coat and dashed out the door, excited to meet the rest of the notorious Shelby family.

Upon entering, Ada introduced Y/n to her youngest brother Finn, who politely greeted her and directed her to the others.

They were all in the drawing room, discussing what happened when Ada and Y/n walked in.

“There she is! The woman of the hour!” Arthur said excitedly, pointing at Y/n, causing her to blush.

Polly and their other brother John came over and hugged her. Polly telling her how grateful they are for Y/n being their new nurse, and John eyeing her up and down and winking as she walked past him, advancing towards Arthur to give him a hug. John frowned, wondering why she’d go for someone that wasn’t him, but he soon sat back down, wiping the expression off his face when Polly came near.

“How are you doing Tommy?” Y/n asked making her way over to him, patting him lightly on the shoulder.

He put his hand over hers and looked up at her smiling slightly.

“I’m doing better. Thanks to you of course.” He said and she smiled.

“Hey I was there too you know!” Ada said slumping down in her seat by John and Polly.

“You did great too, holding my arm and all Ada. But nothing beats a badass military nurse aye?” Arthur asked winking at Y/n as he raised his glass.

“I’ll drink to that.” Y/n said, smiling and raising her glass at him as she took in her new friends and colleagues.

She never thought she’d end up here but she knew it was where she was meant to be. Coming from nothing in London, to finding some semblance of a normal life in Small Heath, eager to leave some parts of the past behind but reluctant to let go of others. She knew that this was better than where she had been before. And that despite her brief flirtatious interactions with the tall, short-haired man, she couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe he wanted something more, and that maybe it was fate that she’d moved here after all, but only time can tell.

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