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The Fight

 Request/ Prompt: so basically, I was tagged in the prompt in December by @1998–js​ and I knew I had to do it!

 Character A tilting Character B’s chin up to get a better look at their face and the evidence of the fight. A delicately thumbs away the streak of blood by B’s mouth, saying nothing as they examine it. After a brief pause, B’s heart skips a nervous beat as A looks them dead in the eyes. Their voice is quiet and tense, their anger barely restrained.

“Who did this to you?”

-  @whumpster-dumpster​

Summary: Rumors are spreading about you and Billy which leads to you both fighting. You have it out with the people who started it and Billy has to pick up the pieces.

Warnings: A bit of violence, lots of angst and fluff!

Words: 3416

A/N: So, I’ve been working on this for the past week or so and I am super happy with how it turned out. Thanks to @1995–js for tagging me in this prompt I loved it so much. Right now, things are very crazy since I’m back at college but requests are back open now for a limited time so if you have anything in mind send me an ask! I also want to thank everyone for 400 followers and for all the love on my shitty fics! Hope you enjoy this. Likes, reblogs and comments are all welcomed! Let me know if you would be interested in a part 2 of this!

The Hargrove’s had moved in across the road almost a year ago and you still weren’t sure what to make of the California natives. You remember meeting the family for the first time and feeling very uneasy around Neil Hargrove. You would come to learn that you should follow your intuition a bit more.

Billy hadn’t left you alone since that day they turned up on your doorstep. Every day he would drop you home and you would talk about stupid stuff until you were both laughing at nothing. Of course, being friends with Billy had its up’s and downs. The first few weeks of your friendship a rumour spread around school that you were hooking up together which was far from the truth.

You both usually ended up arguing about a rumour every now and then and today was no different. You had brought up a rumour you heard being spread about you and Billy which made him snap at you about it like it was your fault it was being spread.

“Maybe if you weren’t such a fucking player you wouldn’t have rumours following you everywhere you go Hargrove but you seem to like that kind of attention so why would you even care” You hated that rumours followed the both of you just because you were friends. You both knew that Billy loved that kind of attention, but you didn’t enjoy it.

“So fucking what? Do you know how much trouble you cause me? I have been turned down by more girls around here because of you so I suggest you keep your mouth shut!” You were stunned by what he said but you were even more stunned that he was raising his voice.

“Pull over” You ask in a calm, steady voice.

“What?”

“Stop the fucking car Billy. I’m not putting up with you and your fucking shit anymore. If you want better chances with girls here it is. Don’t fucking talk to me until you respect me as a friend” As soon as the car came to a stop you get out slamming the door and walking down the path. You hear Billy’s car door open as you continue to walk away.

“Seriously Y/N? Get back in the car and stop being stubborn!” You walked towards your street throwing up the middle fingers at him as you left him standing beside his car.

You managed to get into your house before he passed you and once you were home you could finally let the emotions flow. Tears slipped down your face at a steady pace quickly but soon your sadness turned into anger as you paced around your room. Billy was one of your only friends except for Robin and so hearing him say things like that to you really hurt. You suddenly remember the party Billy had mentioned and you walk straight for the phone.

“Hey Robin! I’m going to that party tonight will you come please?…great come over here when your done…great see you in awhile!” You put down the phone and started to get ready waiting for Robin.  

After about an hour there is a knock on your bedroom door and Robins head peaks through the crack.

“Hey! Have you been crying?” Robin walks in placing her jacket on your bed.

“I had a massive fight with Billy over those fucking rumours going around about us. He said I get in the way of his hooking up!” You say dramatically as you apply some mascara to your lashes.

“Wow I mean that’s such a contradiction of what I saw today. He was with Tommy and Carol and he was having a pretty big fight with Tommy about spreading those rumours. I’m sure I heard him say that if he heard any more rumours about you that he would kill Tommy personally” You look up out of surprise almost blinding yourself with the mascara wand.

“Really?” You couldn’t believe it. Was Billy really going to lie about it all just to reclaim as much masculinity as possible?

“Yeah I mean it was pretty badass of him. I was going to call you later after work to tell you! It’s weird that he would lie though don’t you think?” Robin looked at you concerned as you cleaned up the mascara on the bridge of your nose.

“Yes, I do Robin but that’s Billy for you!”

You both finish up and walk to the party since it was only a few streets away. As soon as you get in all eyes are on you. You tug at the bottom of your dress suddenly feeling self-conscience. You spot Billy at the back of the room before Robin pulls you towards the kitchen to do shots.

You are on your fourth or fifth shot when you hear Tommy come into the kitchen.

“Well if it isn’t Billy’s little bitch!” You slam your shot glass down on the table hard smashing it in the process.

“What the fuck did you call me?” Robin is instantly trying to keep you back as you walk towards Tommy who’s suddenly looking very scared.

“It was a joke Y/N” Tommy tries to defend himself as you walk closer to him Robin still struggling to hold you back. Before you know it, you have hit Tommy straight in the face connecting with the side of nose. Before you can think Carol is on top of you trying to pull at your hair and a fight breaks out between you both. You manage to get Carol to the ground straddling her and punching her in the face but before you could get anymore in you are being dragged away by Steve Harrington.

“Let go of me Harrington! I swear to God I will…” Before you can finish your sentence, Billy comes into view. As he looks up, he locks eyes with you seeing the mess you are in as Steve drags you away from the kitchen. You suddenly begin to feel pain in your face as Steve lets go of you and walks away mumbling something about an icepack.

Billy walks through the living room to where you are sitting on the sofa and without saying anything, he sits beside you. He tilts your chin up getting a better look at your face and the evidence of the fight. He delicately thumbs away the streak of blood on your bottom lip, saying nothing as he examines you. After a brief pause, your heart skips a nervous beat as Billy looks you dead in the eyes. His voice is quiet and tense, his anger barely restrained.

“Who did this to you?”

You couldn’t look at Billy you felt so stupid for getting so angry over what Tommy said. You didn’t think you just did which you never do. You always think about things before doing them. You did the thing that you were always telling Billy off for doing when he turned up at your window with blood all over his face.

“I may have punched Tommy for calling me your bitch and then Carol attacked me I just got so angry and since I was already angry it just happened which is so hypocritical of me because I’m always telling you to think before you punch someone and now instead of me picking up the pieces it’s you which it shouldn’t be because I’m still mad at you” It was clear to Billy that you were going into shock and adrenaline was the only thing keeping you from feeling the intense pain of your face.

By the time you had stopped talking Steve returned with a bag of ice and a shot of vodka to “help the pain levels”. You take them both graciously thanking him.

“I can’t tell if you are stupid or a real badass” You feel Billy stiffen beside you as you half-heartedly laugh at Steve’s joke. Robin comes up behind him with a first aid kit handing it to Billy without saying anything.

“I ruined your night, didn’t I ?” You look at Robin who has a slight smirk on her face

“No, it’s about time you stuck up for yourself. It was going to happen to them eventually it was just a countdown to see who it would turn out to be. Clean her up before bringing her home please!” Billy nods in agreement and you say goodbye to Steve and Robin. You are both left in silence as they walk away. Neither of you knowing what to say to each other.

“You’re very quiet Billy. Are you okay?” You look up at Billy who refuses to even acknowledge you are talking. He quickly stands up causing you to get a little dizzy. The realisation of a probable concussion setting in.

“Stay here. Don’t move I’ll be back to help you clean-up” With that Billy storms off towards the kitchen probably to see the lack of injuries on Carol and Tommy. You were never a big fighter, but you had learned how to defend yourself at a young age. That kind of thing never really leaves you and so you instinctually knew where and when to punch. You lay your head against the back of the sofa closing your eyes and slightly grunting at the sudden pain searing through the left-hand side of your face.

You wanted to access the damage but knew better than to get up without Billy. You could feel blood dripping down your face potentially from your eyebrow. Your scalp was beginning to tingle as your adrenaline wears off. From the way Carol had a grip on your hair you wouldn’t be surprised if you had a few bald patches.

“You really got them good!” You open your eyes to find Billy standing over you with an impressed look on his face.

“Probably not as good as Carol got me though my head is killing me” Billy chuckles deeply as you wince in pain.

“No seriously Carol has a split lip, a bloody nose which might be broken and two very swollen and bruised eyes and Tommy…well his nose is broken and is bleeding everywhere…it looks like a murder scene in there.” You can’t help but feel like Billy is exaggerating but you knew better than that. Billy would never exaggerate about the results of a fight.

“I just want to go to bed. Can you help me clean up first?” You try to stand up but almost fall back down. Billy instinctually wraps an arm around your waist before you have the chance to fall back onto the sofa. He carefully helps you up the stairs, first aid kit in hand. This wasn’t something Billy was used to. He was usually the one with cuts and bruises littering his face not you. He wasn’t even sure if he knew how to patch you up properly. You were the one with all that knowledge.

Once in the bathroom he helped you sit down on the edge of the bath while he opened the first aid kit to see what he could do to help you. You watched as he opened the green box confusion written all over his face.

“You need help, don’t you?” You asked as you tried to get comfortable on the side of the tub.

“No let me figure it out. You do this for me all the time it’s the least I can do for you this time round” You laugh as he pulls things out to inspect them before placing them back in the box.

“Billy I would rather not be sitting here all night. I promise this isn’t some sort of defeat on your half just let me talk you through it” Billy sighs nodding his head as he places the first aid kit on the windowsill above the toilet.

“Okay first get a facecloth and soak it in warm water so we can clean the blood off, then you will  need some sort of alcohol or antiseptic if there isn’t any get a bottle of vodka from downstairs.” With instructions in hand Billy begins to move quickly around the bathroom. He sits on the toilet in front of you and starts to clean your face gently trying not to hurt you.

Billy reaches behind him to look for the alcohol but realises there is none so has to go downstairs for some vodka. When he goes downstairs you decide you want to get a good look at the damage done. You stand up from the edge of the tub and steady yourself on the wall. You carefully walk to the mirror hanging over the sink. You begin to survey the cuts and bruises on your face carefully. You check to see if you have any bald spots but luckily it seems Carol didn’t pull too much out.

“Are you sure this will work?” You jump glancing behind you at Billy who is standing in the door of the bathroom holding a full bottle of vodka.

“Well if it doesn’t, I’m sure if I down half the bottle it will have a desired effect” You sit back on the edge of the tub while Billy soaks some cotton wool in the vodka. Sitting back on the toilet he brings the soaked cotton wool to the large cut on your bottom lip. Gently he presses it against the cut soaking it. Your reach up to Billy’s hand and pull it away slightly as you feel the effect of the alcohol.

“Sorry” You mumble as you take your hand away from his.

“It’s alright at least we know it’s working. Here…for moral support” Billy offers you his other hand and you graciously take it as he continues to gently dab at the few deep cuts on your face. Once Billy feels like your face is sufficiently soaked in vodka, he throws the cotton wool in the bin behind him.

“Now what?” he asks turning around looking at you for further instructions.

“I think they should be fine until I get home. Thanks.” You look up to find Billy’s blue eyes focused on you. Your heart skips a little as he raises his hand and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“That’s alright princess. Come on lets get you home” Billy helps you up for the tub and you both walk to his car. As you walk past the kitchen you catch a glimpse of Tommy and Carol who are looking worse for wear than you.

“I did tell you that you got them good. Here I was thinking you were incapable of punching anything!” You feel Billy’s grip on your waist get a little tighter as both Carol and Tommy look up at you both. Despite the fact that you just got beaten up you feel safe. Safe because of the arm around your waist.

As you both walk to Billy’s car you begin to laugh. The realisation of the seriousness of the situation setting in. You knew it was the mixture of drink and adrenaline causing you to feel this way, but you felt on top of the world. Was this how Billy felt after he got into fights? You slide down into the front seat of the Camaro feeling the pain creeping in.

“Why did you lie to me this afternoon? You acted like I was such a bother to you which I probably am, but Robin told me she saw you fighting with Tommy earlier and warning him about spreading rumours about me…us. If you really thought I was that much of a nuisance, why would you even bother saying anything to them in the first place. I’m just really confused about it all Billy.” You slouch down in your seat as you hear Billy sigh from his side of the car.

“Fuck…fine okay you’re not a problem you never have been. It was easier to make you think that than tell you the actual truth okay!” You watch Billy’s hands tighten on the steering wheel his knuckles turning white. Without warning he pulls over and turns the engine off.

“I don’t want you to say anything okay. I just need you to listen to what I’m going to tell you because everything is fucked anyways so might as well tell you. If you don’t like what you hear I will bring you home and you will never have to talk to me again…Y/N Y/L/N…I like you a lot and I didn’t want to tell you because there is no way a girl like you wants to date a mess like me and plus I really like our friendship and I don’t want to ruin that. You hate me, now don’t you?” You couldn’t wrap you head around what Billy had said so you stay silent looking through the windscreen in front of you. After a few minutes of silence, the engine starts again, and Billy is driving towards your house.

“I don’t hate you. I just…I think I have a mild concussion and so I’m not sure what to say” You glance over at Billy who has turned very pale.

“Fine” Billy huffs as you pull up outside your house. He refuses to look at you as you turn towards him. You reach out and place a finger on his jaw turning his head towards you.

“I like you Billy, but I’m concussed and need time to think so less of the mood. Can you help me inside?” Billy nods jumping out of the car quickly running over to your side to help you out. He helps you up and wraps an arm around your waist steading you.

“I like your arm around my waist it makes me feel safe” The concussion really starting to take effect. Billy walks you towards your front door as he listens to you.

“I also really like that you came over to me as soon as you saw I was hurt and how you brushed your finger over my bottom lip that was really nice Billy. I like this side of you. I like to call it soft Billy.” Billy hums in approval as you both stop at the front door. You fish your keys out of your denim jacket and hand them to Billy who pushed them into the door opening it wide so you can both get in without it being awkward.

“Soft Billy? I kinda like that princess. Need help getting upstairs?” You nod as you rest your head against Billy’s shoulder. You both make it upstairs without any further injury. You remain quiet well aware you have said plenty. Billy walks you into your room and helps you sit on the edge of your bed.

“You okay now? Need anything else?” You shake your head as you take you denim jacket off and throw it on the ground beside your bed refusing to change before getting into bed. You pull the covers back and slip into bed awkwardly.

“I’m going to get some pain killers and water for the morning princess. I’ll be back in a few” Tiredness hits you hard and you close your eyes as Billy leaves your room. He knows your house like his own and so it takes him less than a minute to find some pain killers and a glass of water. By the time he gets back upstairs he finds you fast asleep. He places the glass of water on your bedside table along with the pills. He notices that your blanket isn’t all the way up and so he pulls it up over your shoulders and tucks you in. Placing a small kiss on your forehead.

“Night princess”

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Hairspray pt. 1

Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove x plus size! female reader

Warning: curse words, body-shaming, things get a lil steamy at the end

Specifics: comedy, angst, fluff, romance, chapter fic, race neutral reader, plus size reader, chubby reader, pictures

People: billy hargrove, nancy wheeler, jonathan byers, heather, your dad, your mother, amber (bully, oc) 

Words: 4,089

Summary: Based on Bell’s 2.5k Challenge, @acciosnapes. Being rich was tough. Your parents expected so much out of you; they expected you to be perfect. Owning practically all of Hawkins, Indiana; they perceived themselves to be above everyone else. Having that thinking made you alone, as you were not allowed to hang out with people beneath you. 4th of July of 1985 holds the fair for Independence day. You had feelings for a certain bad boy and if luck comes your way you may tell him the truth and who knows maybe he’ll even ask you to the fair. During those moments though, you will have to endure top secret evil science labs and experiments. You will uncover Hawkins secrets, make friends and who knows maybe break a couple of rules.

Authors Note: y/f/n = your father’s name

y/m/n = your mother’s name

this is the first part of the chapter fics hairpsray. this is for a challenge and i love this so much. i love writing confident plus size characters and readers. the aesthetic was made by me and the beginning to the end of this fic i got inspired by hairpsray 2007 by the start of the movie all the way to miss baltimore crabs number. i put an amber in here like the movie and some quotes and dialogue is taken from the movie hairspray, lets see if u guys can figure it out. anywho i love this hope u love it and im so happy i did this challenge there will be more so check out for this series and im excited to show u guys. yay! 

The summer of 1985. It was hot and sticky outside. The cicadas singing as they made their way near you home. You were excited. You were going to, no matter who tried to stop you, get a job.

It very well likely might not have made sense to anyone. You were rich. Grew up with a golden spoon in your mouth. You never knew life to be hard. Every little thing was given to you, whether it be toys, dresses, makeup, you had it all. At least thats what your parents thought. Your father was basically equal with the Mayor. The two helped each other out with smart work and of course the dirty work. Y/f/n thought you didn’t know but you sniffed out the clues and put them together. You knew your father was no innocent man. He played his cards right to get this money, not earn it. And y/m/n, just followed your father around like a lost puppy. You could see the kindness in her sometimes but she always listened to your father. 

What your parents didn’t know was you were searching for something more important. Something that meant a whole lot to you. Money didn’t matter. You didn’t want that life. You wanted to be independent and be able to make mistakes and live life. Your parents always disciplined you on peers. You were not allowed to be with low lives; people who weren’t as successful as your family. But all the friends your parents wanted you to love were snobs and thought so highly of themselves. You wanted to get away from that life. Your whole life was planned out for you. You are forever and always this pretty, perfect sweet girl who follows rules even though sometimes you didn’t feel those things. 

You woke up to the sun beating down on your face. You rolled around on your pastel pink king sized bed. Groaning, as you subconsciously hit your alarm clock but noticing you were awoken before its ring. 

“Hmm, thats never happened before.”

You stretch as you jump out of bed to start your first day of work. You would never tell your parents. They would never understand and probably make excuses to stop you. You were going to try to get hired at Hawkins Community Pool. It was a risky decision based on your size. You were plus sized and adored it! You felt on top of the world most times and never cared what anyone thought. But there were times where you did get down from comments but you still pushed ahead and loved yourself. You were willing to give the lifeguard gig a chance and there was a plus side. Your crush Billy Hargrove was there. You just hoped you could entice him enough to give you a go. 

You scrambled to your feet as you raced to your phone. You dialed your best friend Nancy’s number. You had to keep the relationship a secret. If your parents knew about your friendship they probably would flip. You knew about all the secrets of the kids and Hawkins lab. Nancy felt guilty not telling you so she spilled the beans about everything to you. About Eleven, the monsters, scientists. It sounded unreal but you knew Nancy would never lie to you. 

“Hey Nance, are we still on for the mall today?” You asked, twirling the cable with your fingers. 

On the other side you could hear Nancy struggling, “yep we’re still on. Sorry I’m running late to my first day of work.”

“Oh yeah its today. What are you gonna be doing again?”

Nancy made a yelp as the phone was muffled, “sorry I just slipped putting on my dress.” Just as Nancy said that you could hear Jonathan’s voice in the background. 

“No way!” You squealed. “Did you sleep with Jonathan?”

Nancy giggled, “…sorta…kinda…yeah.”

“You naughty girl!”

“Whatever!”

“Tell him I said hi,” you said.

“Oh my god y/n, you’re unbelievable but I gotta go now.”

“Wait? Are you still coming with me to get my bathing suit?”

“Like I would miss this. Y/n’s first job and pretty much your first time being a independent young lady. Y/n, we’re definitely going to celebrate!” She hanged up the phone and you got dressed for the day. 

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Party Behavior – Kim Namjoon / RM (BTS)

I TRIED LOOKING FOR THE BOOK THAT I WAS INSPIRED FROM BUT I CAN'T FIND IT AND IT'S PISSING ME OFF!!! It was with Taehyung and the reader was helping J-Hope with a steamy-love essay and I CAN'T FIND THE NAME!! IF YOU FIND IT PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!!!!! This past week, I've really been getting into BTS and I wanted to share some love for the beautiful leader – Namjoon!

"Come on, (Y/n)! Just come with me this once!" My friend begs, referring to a party that kids from our school were hosting.

"I dunno... You know that parties aren't my scene," I state tiredly. I was somewhat interested in going to this party but at the same time – I don't want to feel insecure.

"You look bomb no matter how you look, if you want, I can help you pick out an outfit!"

"Alright fine, but I'm not planning on drinking," I reply, getting up and following my friend to my closet. She picks out a striped black and white crop top with black jeans, an olive jacket, and combat boots.

"Alright! Go put this on and come out when you're finished." Nodding, I take the clothes from her hands and head into the bathroom to change. Looking in the mirror, I cringe for a slight second before pushing away my insecurities and putting the clothes on.

"Oh..." I say, somewhat out of my comfort zone, I step into the room. She turns around and gasps.

"Damn! You're looking sexy~ If I were a guy, I'd bang you," She says and tosses a wink in my direction. I chuckle and shake my head, I put my phone in my pocket and take some money for precautions. I drive my friend and I to the party and park a block down - the place already busy.

"Their house is huge," I gape at the mansion in front of me.

"Of course it is, it's the Bangtan Boys."

My friend takes the lead and walks into the house – she waves immediately to people around us.

"I'm going to the kitchen, come on!" She pulls me by my hand into the kitchen and I stand to the side. She grabs an alcoholic drink and chugs it down. "I'm going to the dance floor, want to join me?"

Shaking my head, I tell her that I would join her later. Staying in the kitchen, I watch a slew of people slink in and out to grab more drinks and enjoy the party. Sighing, I grab a cup with a clear liquid in it and take a sip. I spit the drink out when sometime bitter hits my tongue and I set it down - of course, vodka.

"I'm guessing you don't like alcohol?"

Jerking my head up, I see a tall man – handsome at that – leaning on the counter across from me. His eyes roam up my body blatantly and my cheeks heat up.

"Uh, no. Not really – gotta watch my friend and all," I say, chuckling at the end.

"Sounds like you're a good friend."

"Yeah, I guess so... So what brings you into here? Why not the party out there?" The man looks at the door, the one separating us from the party, and smirks at me.

"You seem more fun than the party." My eyes double in size and I cough.

"I doubt that - I'm not even drinking."

"Well, I'm not drinking either - not my favorite thing to do."

"Ah, okay. Well, my name is (Y/n). May I please have the pleasure of knowing yours?"

Just as the man is about to answer, the door busts open and my friend comes in.

"(Y/n)! They're playing truth or dare upstairs – let's go!" I look over to him as my friend is pulling my arm. I flash a small smile before the door closes him off.

"(Y/n)... I like it," he says before leaving the kitchen, and following in the footsteps of my friend and I.

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Opening the door, my friend stumbles in the room and plops herself down in the circle, dragging me down with her. Huffing, I sit silently.

The door opens one last time and a few of the guys in the room greet the person.

"Namjoon! You made it, have a seat," Jungkook says, patting an open spot next to him. The guy steps into my vision and my breath stops – he looks even more gorgeous.

The whiteness in his hair stands out even more and his beautiful smile takes me by surprise. So his name is Namjoon... Cute.

Jungkook explains the rules as people around the circle begin dishing out secrets and doing dirty dares. I was thankful that the bottle hadn't landed on me yet – I didn't want to put myself in the spotlight. The guy sitting next to Jungkook spins the bottle and it lands on my friend.

"Alright, truth or dare?" The boy with blue hair asks.

"Dare!"

My friend does the dare with ease and she spins the bottle. It lands on someone else and it keeps going like this until – what I didn't want to happen – happens.

Namjoon spun the bottle and it landed on me. I suck in a breath and look up at him.

"Truth or dare, (Y/n)?" Namjoon asks, smirking.

"Dare," I say immediately – the dare shouldn't be too crazy.

"I dare you to do seven minutes in heaven – but you can't know who goes in with you."

"O-Okay."

Getting up, I follow Namjoon to a closet. He grabs a tie and wraps it around my eyes, securing it. I feel Namjoon lean down and whisper into my ear; "No peaking, alright?"

I nod and he gently pushes me into the closet alone, closing the door behind me. The pitch black and muffled noise of everyone in the room startles me. I wonder who would want to even go in here with me...

A few minutes later, the door opens and closes. The person doesn't say anything and feels around for my hand. Alarmed, I tense up. They grab my hand and I let out a shaky breath.

"Who are you?" I whisper.

"It's for me to keep and for you to find out later," the voice softly says, identifying that it is a man. "Can I kiss you?" He whispers breathlessly.

"I-I've never kissed anyone," I confess.

"Well, let me be your first," He says before leaning down to kiss me.

It was soft and sweet at first, catching me by surprise. My lips seem to move perfectly with his and he wraps a hand around my waist – making me rigid. I've never been touched like this before.

"Don't be nervous – I won't hurt you," he says, taking a small moment to reassure me before he pushes his lips back onto mine - stronger this time.

Someone knocks on the door and he leans out of the kiss.

"You're beautiful, (Y/n)," He says before leaving the closet. I take the blindfold off and touch my lips. I step out of the closet and see everyone staring at me. Feeling embarrassed, I sit down next to my friend quickly who is giggling at me.

The game goes on for another hour or two - finding everyone doing a few more dares and truths before the party is starting to die down. I help my friend stand up and I make my way towards the door. Opening it, I lead her down the stairs and outside to my car. I set her in the passenger seat and put her seat belt on.

Patting my pockets for my phone, I realize I left it inside. Shit.

I make sure my friend is safe and lock the doors before I rush back to the house, making my way to the room where I spent the last three hours. Opening it, no one is in there. I see my phone on the ground and grab it. I spin around and almost run into someone. I look up and see it's Namjoon.

Oh my...

"Hey there, beautiful," Namjoon says, smiling.

"H-Hey.."

"What brings you back here?"

"I left my phone in here and I needed it." Namjoon nods his head and looks down at my phone before staring into my eyes.

"Want to know a secret?" He inquires.

"Okay..." I state, slightly confused.

"I know who went into the closet with you."

"Who was it?" I ask, my interest peaking.

"It was me."

"Y-You?" Stunned, I look down at his lips. He leans down and whispers into my ear.

"I was your first kiss – I know you enjoyed it because I enjoyed it too."

My face heats up and I look up at him confidently, before losing it, I pull him down to my level and kiss him.

"I wouldn't want anyone else to kiss me for my first kiss."

Namjoon smiles and takes my phone. I put my password in for him and he proceeds to add his contact. He texts himself and hands my phone back to me.

"Would you care to go on a date with me sometime, (Y/n)?"

"I would love too," I smile – I was surprised that Namjoon would think I'm beautiful but I trust him and what he says.

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Everybody Finds Out

Fangs x Plus!Size reader 

AN: So sorry for the long wait, I’m on baby making meds and they have made me super foggy! This was requested and I hope y’all like it! This is based on season 3 episode 14 so it does have spoilers. Thanks to @xserpentlife for being my beta and helping me come up with the title. 

Warnings: Angst, violence. 

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“Little Wife”: Bjorn Ironside (Vikings) Imagine

Bjorn Ironside Imagine Bjorn Ironside x Reader: Plus Size Reader, PS Reader , Non Viking Reader 

Imagine Bjorn spotting you on a raid and realizing he must have you as his wife…

I’d always been the difficult one in my family. 

Always. 

All my sisters had already been married off. 

My brothers had already entered the world of manhood and taken wives of their own. 

Most of which either had already produced a child or were carrying one. 

I did not. 

To be fair, most of the men that my father deemed suitable for me…I had absolutely no interest in. 

They were either pompous, arrogant, self absorbed me or they were fucking cowards. 

I could not stand that. 

It did not help that every one of them seemed to have the idea that I would be moving in with them and producing children for the rest of my life. 

Neither of which I had any plans of doing. 

I was a wandering spirit and I always had been. 

I ‘shamed’ my family about a year past ‘the age of womanhood’ when I left the house. 

Everyone acted like it was such a big deal that I’d come of age so I decided I didn’t care for it. 

My mother nearly had nearly died when she began to fuss over the state of my hair…and I cut it off. 

I’d never seen the point in placing value in something that could be so easily removed from you. 

So regardless of the fact that I had long since passed the days of living with my parents…. they still found the need to find me a husband. 

So imagine their shock when I finally chose one all my own, well kinda. 

It was highly entertaining really. 

Especially considering that I’d detested Bjorn with every fiber of my being in the beginning. 

The day I met him had been filled with blood. 

His ships had come ashore and with them….Vikings had flooded the village. 

So many people had died and my little brother had almost been one of them. 

He hadn’t been paying attention and got caught up in the middle of it all.  

Nearly had his head taken off and a sword through his middle. 

I’d acted on instinct and grabbed the closest thing to me which happened to be a shovel. 

The man had sneered at me and said something disgusting about having me beneath him. 

I’d swung and clocked him across the face before kicking him down…and promptly removing his head from his body. 

Needless to say, my brother had been terrified and I got him back to my parents before they’d promptly yanked me inside my childhood home…much to my dismay. 

I’d detached myself from my mother’s grip and headed back out to help anyone else who needed it. 

I was not a beast. 

I was not a heathen. 

I did not enjoy killing. 

However. 

I would not stand by and just let this happen. 

My father had screamed after me but I’d already gone. 

I headed for the house closest to my parents and prepared myself for the worst. 

Upon entering I’d witnessed a nearly horrific scene…so I just started swinging. 

I’d taken down a couple of them with my shovel and removed a hand from one of them when I was attacked from behind. 

My cheek smashed against the grain of the table as rounds of laughter chorused around me. 

“Aye, let’s have a bit of fun with this one, lads.” a dark voice said above me. “She’s a feisty devil!” 

Fury surged through me and my blood turned to flames, licking my skin from the inside out. 

I relaxed briefly and he seemed to find it amusing. 

“Aye, a true whore.” he chuckled, seeming almost disappointed. “No fight after all.” 

He slapped my ass a couple of times before turning to laugh with his men. 

I took the opportunity to flip around on the table where I rared my legs back and kicked him. 

With both feet planted against his chest, I’d sent him crashing through the wall and I’d leapt from the table. 

I retrieved the poker from the fire and gripped it in my hand. 

They might take me but I’d never go willingly. 

“Anyone brave enough?” I challenged and they exchanged looks before advancing. 

It was true. 

I was outnumbered and I’d likely fall but not without a fight. 

I managed to do some damage before I finally went down.

However, I hadn’t noticed during this time that I’d gained the attention of someone. 

He was tall with flaxen hair and bright eyes. 

He stepped in just as a blade was placed at my throat. 

The novelty of having their way with me had worn off and they just wanted me dead at this point. 

“I’ll take this one.” he said as he stood over me. 

The man who’d been sparring with me seemed caught between mild annoyance and slight relief. 

I simply glared up at him. 

He’d either kill me or take me as a slave. 

Either way, he was going to do what he wanted. 

However, I did not have to agree or even be civil about it for that matter. 

And I damn sure would not be begging him for anything. 

He sat down in the chair in front of me, my chin almost touching his knee. 

“You’ve killed many of my men today.” he commenting taking a swing of juice from the mug. 

I only glared at him and he raised a brow at me. 

“You don’t have anything to say?” he questioned. 

“Your men invaded my village and threatened to kill my people and apparently some of them had plans to inflict as much damage as possible beforehand.” I said.  “I defend what’s mine.  Do you not do the same?” 

He stared me down for quite some time and I did waver in the slightest. 

“I do.” he said.  “Which is why I intend to make you my wife.” 

I snorted and he looked slightly surprised. 

“That’s usually something that would require asking.” I spat. “And besides, what makes you think you’re worthy?” 

He chuckled as he stared at me in disbelief. 

“Woman, here you kneel before me.  Bloodied and broken.  Mere moments ago a blade at your throat and sure death in your future.  I am providing you with an opportunity here.” he laughed as he leaned forward to stared into my heated gaze. 

“You want me to be your slave.” I said heatedly. “There is a different.” 

“Slave?” He questioned for a moment before rolling his eyes and leaning back into his chair. “Oh, a thrall. No, I do not wish you to be a thrall…or slave as you say.  I told you what I wanted.” 

“Why on earth would you want me?” I snapped. “After all, you said it yourself.  I killed many of your men.” 

“Yes.” he said, picking at the dirt under his admittedly filthy fingernails. “Very impressively might I add.  You’re a bit like a feral animal in your fighting but there is a natural talent there.  With a bit of practice, you’d be a fair shieldmaiden. However, that’s not why I want you.” 

“And why is it that you want me then?” I said impatiently. 

“You are the most stunning creature I’ve ever seen.” he said simply. “I have traveled far and wide to many lands.  Seen many beautiful creatures but none like you.  I saw you when we first arrived and thought you’d unnaturally beautiful.  Figured you must be a witch to be that enchanting.  And then I saw the boy.  Thought it must be your son or perhaps a brother.  You changed from this almost fragile looking beauty to this unholy terror.  I couldn’t even move for a moment.  And then you took the head off one of my men.  Well, to be fair he’s not actually one of mine.  We tend to go in groups.  It’s not necessary to know this..” 

“So you’ve becoming enchanted with the idea of a woman who fights to save her family? And decided to save me from further harm.” I said with a roll of my eyes. “How very heroic of you.” 

“It’s a bit selfish.” he said with a little smirk. “I know.” 

“Well, at least you’re honest.” I said. 

“You somewhat remind me of my mother in a way.” he commented. 

I pulled a face and he laughed. 

“It’s very poor etiquette to compare a woman you want to marry to your mother.” I said mildly disgruntled. 

“It’s not the appearance.” he admitted. “You couldn’t be further from that.  It’s the way you speak.  The crazed look in your eye.  Or perhaps it’s because I remember the look on my father’s face when I was younger.  I remember how he looked at her then and it was nothing short of awe.  I didn’t understand it then but I do now.”

“Are they together still?” I asked. 

He shook his head, “No, he found love in another wife long ago.  However, he is dead.  It’s a rather long story that I haven’t the patience to explain right now.” 

I just nodded and for a moment considered this Viking. 

I hated this village but yet I did not want to see it burn or the people to suffer. 

But I longed to leave it. 

It was confining and I longed to wander. 

Perhaps…

“Did you mother agree to your father’s proposal?” I asked and he lifted a brown at me. 

“No.” he smirked slightly. 

“I assume he did not give up.” I countered. 

“Her father set a bear and a hound upon him.” he said. “He killed the bear with his spear and the hound with his bear hands.” 

I nodded. 

It was impressive. 

An interesting look flitted across his face, “Am I meant to prove myself now? Since you are so difficult it would not surprise me for you to make demands even as you kneel, tied like a pig on the floor before me.” 

He laughed at the ludicrous situation before him. 

I narrowed my eyes at him briefly before gathering my nerve, “I will be your wife.” 

His brows rose on his forehead. 

“However, I have conditions.” I said and he rolled his eyes. 

“I assumed as much.” he said. 

“I will go with you.  I won’t cause too much trouble.” I said and he snorted.

“Sure.” he said. “Too much?  We shall have to define your meaning of that, little one.” 

“I mean that I will not fight you tooth and nail over each and everything presented to me.” I said impatiently and grunted when both my knees began to protest from my kneeling and my arms from being restricted behind me. 

He leaned forward and slit the ropes but pulled back enough to stare me in the eyes, “Do not make me regret that.” 

I nodded and sat back on my bottom. 

“As I was saying, I will agree to become your wife.” I said. “But you must leave this place and harm no one else. I will accompany you back to your land.  But you must take me with you on your travels.  I will not play your little wife and stay behind to mend the home.” 

“That’s not exactly how things are done.” he said. 

“That’s my conditions.” I said. 

“And what makes you think you have any right to make such demands?” he said leaning forward again and hovering right in front of my face. “What would you do if I decided not to entertain your little notions? Perhaps I don’t want to play your games. What then?” 

I leaned forward to let my nose brush against the tip of his, “Then I suggest you kill me now because your days will be numbered and I shall make each and every one of them a day of pain, suffering and unholy irritation.” 

To be honest, I expected a knife to my gut at that moment but he smiled. 

It only lasted a second before his lips connected with mine and he pulled me clean off the floor.

It was slightly startled as moments before I’d been safely on the ground and now I resided in his lap in the chair. 

“I accept the demands your in no place to give.” he said.  “If you can have you belongings packed in a day’s time we will leave the day after tomorrow.” 

I simply nodded. 

“Will you have them stop?” I asked. 

“Will you continue to enchant me for the rest of my days?” he countered. 

I could not help but smile and in turn his face it up. 

He was rather stunning when he did that. 

He stood and placed me in the chair before heading to the door. “I’ll inform them to stop the raids and load the ships.” 

“Thank you.” I said. 

“My name is Bjorn Ironside.” he said. “And you should know that you will be marrying into royalty.  I’m a Prince. My mother is Queen Lagertha.” 

I simply stared at him in disbelief and before I could get a hold of it…

“I retract my acceptance!” I said. “You did not say you were a prince! This is different!” 

“Too late.” he grinned. “You agreed to love me as a dirty, rotten Viking and so you’ll have to take me as a prince as well.” 

And with that, he closed the door behind him and went to inform his men of the new development. 

And I sat there with a stupid look on my face and then the unmistakable sense of dread filled me. 

I’d have to tell my mother that I was marrying a prince.

She’d be so happy. 

Oh, the humanity! 

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Laura, my Hufflepuff soulmate, you read my mind. I give you lovey dovey Luke.

Luke’s hand squeezed yours and he pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles. You grinned up at your boyfriend as he led you to the cute little cafe on the corner. He wanted to treat you to breakfast date and he was determined to make it a good one. He led you inside and planted a somewhat wet kiss on your cheek that made you giggle. He dimpled at you and brought you to the end of the line. He picked up a mini menu and started to scan over it.

You felt your phone vibrate a few times and you fished it out of your pocket. It was a text from your best friend telling you not to check your Instagram post…

You braced yourself and checked it anyway. The picture was of you and Luke kissing underneath the mistletoe and you thought it was the cutest thing. Until you checked the comments. Several of them were saying things along the lines of, “She’s too fat for him” and “He deserves better”. Some were worse and you stopped reading, your hand shaking softly. You put your phone back in your pocket and wrapped your arms around yourself. Maybe they were right. Luke really shouldn’t be with a girl like you.

“Sweetheart? Are you alright?” Luke’s voice broke through your inner turmoil. You looked at his worried eyes and shook your head slightly.

You both had gotten to the front of the line and you ordered your food. Luke paid and pulled you along to a secluded table and sat in the booth right beside you. He kept his hand on your thigh and looked back into your eyes.

“What’s going on, baby?”

“I’m too big for you. That’s the general consensus,” You mumbled, looking down at your hands.

“Now why on earth would you say that?” He asked, lifting your chin in his hands.

“Everyone thinks so. It’s all over social media. They think I’m too fat and undeserving of you.”

He made a face and clenched his jaw, a flash of anger passing across his eyes. “You listen here, Y/N. You are beautiful the way you are. Fat or skinny or somewhere in between. They don’t get a say in who I love or why I should love them. I do. It’s my choice and I choose you. Always. I love squishing you. I love holding your thighs and boobs. I love putting my head on your stomach because you play with my hair and you’re so soft. I don’t give a flying pineapple what others think. I think you’re sexy and the love of my life. That’s all that matters.”

You teared up at his words and sniffed softly. His thumbs wiped away small tears that escaped down your cheeks and he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I love you, baby girl. No matter what.”

After your lunch, Luke walked you down the street, touching on your hips and stomach when he got the chance. His arm held you close and every so often he’d stop you in the middle of the sidewalk to give you a life altering kiss. He spun you around and pulled you close because he didn’t want to let you go.

Pretty soon cameras started to show up and you felt yourself start to tense up again. Luke’s hand found its way to your waist and he pulled you flush against his side. “Deep breaths. You look beautiful.”

He led you through the cameras and whispered sweet nothings into your ear to the point where you were blushing like crazy. His lips were lingering on your ear and he gave you a squeeze. “You’re so sexy, sweetheart. I can’t believe I get to hold you and make love to you.”

You flushed a deeper red and he decided to move you in front of him to hold on to your hips. He told you jokes and hugged you as tight as he could. He was loving on you so good and you relaxed more. Everything he told you was true and he was going to prove it to you every day. Whether it was through kind words, a soft touch, or something more intimate. Luke loved you so much and he was gonna do his damnedest to show you.

(A/N: How was this Laura? Was it what you wanted? I love you Hufflepuff soulmate! So much! Thank you for being amazing, love. -Kenzie xx)

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Broken- So far the only thing I’ve written. Bucky X Reader. Bucky rescues you from a Hydra base and you have no idea who you are or how you got there. 

(Ps. the writing gets much better at the Ch. 5 mark)

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Way to a Man’s Heart- ??? (could be Steve, Bucky or Stucky) x plus size reader. You love baking and cooking as a hobby, but your job is a receptionist at Avengers tower. Steve is the proud recipient of all the extras you make. 

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Lance Tucker

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Between a Rock and a Hard Place- Lance Tucker x plus size reader. You move into town for a new job and end up being Lance’s new neighbor. He’s rude and crude but still keeps giving you a hand. 

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“Soup For Two”: Theo Raeken Imagine/Headcanons: Fall Edition

Theo Raeken Imagine/Headcanons Theo Raeken x Plus Size Reader Fall Imagines

Imagine making soup with Theo…

So…fall hit you like a freight train.

Yeah, it was still pretty warm. 

I mean, come on. It’s California. 

However, you were effing done with summer and ready for something else. 

Halloween, Hocus Pocus, Pumpkin EVERYTHING.  #bringit

And so naturally….you’d take any opportunity you had to jump on that fall bandwagon like it was going out of style. 

Theo…was always along for the ride whether by choice or not. 

Scouring the internet for thousands of recipes before eventually just finding your recipe on that crumpled old napkin you’d scratched it down on years ago. 

Still resided in your jewelry box this day. 

It didn’t have to make sense! You knew where your shit was! 

Anyway, dragging Theo to the farmer’s market. 

Him complaining the entire time. 

Secretly loving it. 

Moaning and groaning the whole time. 

You purchasing a few apples…soley for the purpose of throwing them at his head to get him to shut up. 

He caught them, of course. 

Fucking supernatural reflexes and shit. 

Dick. 

Anyway, since he has all those magical abilities and shit…you make him carry the groceries back, lol. 

From then on! I swear! It’s a battle with yourself not to stab him in the neck because he’s constantly irritating you in the kitchen. 

“Babe, is it done yet?" 

"Babe, I’m hungry." 

"Babe, how much longer?" 

"Babe, I’m bored!" 

That twerp has no idea how many times you envisioned cutting his little fuckboy looking ass. 

Eventually, you make him sit there and cut up onions. 

It’s not your favorite task and you’re hoping the bitch will cry and stay distracted trying to deny it. 

When in reality…you just trying to be over here cooking this ish so you can live your best autumnal dreams life. 

Eventually you finish and you put the soup in the crock pot…because that bitch?  She a real life saver. Trust. 

And then do you know what? 

You make his little ass clean up the mess! 

Nah, just kidding. 

You do it together…because that’s what actually real relationships are like. 

Teamwork…even if you wanna stab him. 

He’s clingy as hell and he’s more in the way while you’re trying to wash the dishes than he is helpful.

But you like it. 

His scent lingers on your skin and you love that ish. 

The kitchen is clean, Hocus Pocus is playing on the TV and the scent of soup is slowly filling the air. 

It may still be hot as balls outside …but you cranked that air conditioner down, snuggled up to your beast and just fucking pretended for a minute. 

Cause that ish is delicious!

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Felix x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1607 words

Warnings: reader is insecure and sad…

Summary: Reader is Pan’s newest charge, who has a hard time dealing with everything and her new environment. Felix notices this and sneaks out to check on her. 

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A Mess

Ramsay Bolton x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1668 words

Warnings:none 

Summary: Ramsay always tracks down his favorite maid to clean him up after playtime. 

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Girl Like Her

Bucky x Plus Size!Reader

Summary:  Girls like you weren’t meant to be with a guy like Bucky.  He deserves someone prettier, someone skinnier, someone better.  Not a girl like her.

Warnings: topics of body size and weight issues. I tried to keep it as vague as possible so not to trigger. implied/mentions of sex.

Complete!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Final

Sequel: Relapse - Complete!

Final Fic: Acceptance - In Progress

Deleted Scene Series - ongoing **Updated: 10-9-17**

A Girl Like Her Halloween A Girl Like Her Thanksgiving A Girl Like Her Wedding 

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Safe and Sound

Billy Hargrove x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1598 words

Warnings: drunk reader, alcohol

Summary: Reader gets drunk at a party and the keg king takes care of her 

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Beauty and the Beast (1/?)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.1K

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Self Hate, Depression, Smut, Feels, Language

Author’s Note: I know it’s short, it’s the first chapter gimmie a chance, also the reader will be categorized purely as you. Weight, skin, I want everyone to be able to read it so eventually (Y/S/T) your skin tone and etc. 

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 “Dad I swear I’ll be back by midnight!” (Y/N) said for what felt like the hundredth time. The third part to her current-favourite series had just come in but it was two towns away and she was not about to put it off any farther. Her (e/c) were pleading, giving her father the puppy dog look he had never been able to say no to.

 Huffing, Alistair crossed his arms and rolled his eyes playfully. “I will let you go if and only if you promise not to take the woods” he warned. (Y/N) crossed her arms and bit down on her bottom lip so hard it could draw blood but yet she nodded nonetheless.

 “Deal—I’ll see you later Dad!” she exclaimed, grabbing her bag and pecking his cheek before bolting out of their house and towards Star. The horse neighed at the sight of his owner, nuzzling her which caused a heartfelt and bubbly laugh to come from the girl.

“(Y/N)! Where are you off to?” a voice boasted, causing the (y/h/c) to freeze mid-saddling. Clenching her jaw she slowly turned to face him while raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow. “Brock! Last time I checked it’s none of your damn business” she sassed in a sickeningly sweet tone.

Brock crossed his arms, not wanting to deal with her sass this early in the morning. “Everything you do is my damn business, baby” he smirked, moving closer to her. Star however decided it’d be funny to kick him back into the mud and it was definitely funny.

 (Y/N) launched herself onto Star’s back and smirked towards Brock, “No, actually. It isn’t.” Without another word she was off, heading exactly where her father told her not to go—the woods. The woods were (Y/N)’s biggest weakness. The trees, the smell and the sound of birds off in the distance. At night she could look up and see the starry sky through the treetops and it was like heaven to her.

 Star came to a stop by the creek, knowing (Y/N) better than the people in the town did. (Y/N) slid off the saddle before reaching in to grab an apple for her. Twisting off the stem, Star stared at the apple as if it would be her last meal ever. (Y/N) laughed as she gave her horse the treat amused by how he loved apples more than anything.

 (Y/N) would take anything over fruit any day. Star reminded her of this kid she used to live near who would beg for broccoli while she would beg for cake. Bare feet padded down towards the creek, boots in hand as she slowly waded into it. Her (e/c) eyes darted to the sky before narrowing at how it was already dark.

 “Fuck! Fuck Star we gotta go!” (Y/N) exclaimed, getting out and slipping on her boots. Star looked up from the puddle he was drinking out of seemingly judging her. How rude.

 Those moments in books when the person is desperately trying to unlock their door but can’t because they’re rushing so badly had never seemed more relevant the second (Y/N) attempted to get on Star and fell back into the creek. “I fucking hate you” she mumbled, getting on Star’s back before racing towards the next town.

 “Star, turn there!” (Y/N) ordered, motioning the reins towards a pathway that looked beyond misplaced. Star obliged before wearily treading down the path. Looking up, snowflakes could be seen falling. “Impossible” (Y/N) whispered, sliding off Star as she looked around. Snow? In the middle of July?

 (Y/N) slid off her glove, kneeling down to pick up some snow and rub it in her fingers. It was real. How was it real? Her head whipped around as she heard an animalistic growl, eyes widening in fear. “Star let’s move!” she exclaimed, jumping back on him before taking off. She glanced back, Chitauri following after them. Those were fictional. They weren’t real. They were from books of heroes and soliders—not the woods.

 “Star! Wrong way!” (Y/N) yelled as her horse bolted up a walkway that the monsters froze outside of. “They’re scared” she noted. Star slowed down, trotting towards the structure that was blurred by the snowy skies.

 “Oh my god” (Y/N) mumbled right before her breath hitched. In front of her was a castle, an actual castle that she had never even once heard of. “Star baby stay here” she ordered, heading towards the structure.

 She tightened her leather jacket around her, making her way inside the mysterious castle. Her (e/c) scanned it, her (y/h/c) littered with snow flakes and her eyelashes as well. “Hello?” (Y/N) called out. Turning to face the door she jumped as it slammed itself closed a gasp escaping her chapped lips.

 “Hello?” she yelled, much louder than before as she began to tremble in fear. The fireplace in the corner lit itself up. Making her way towards it she let out a breath from the warmth as she knelt in front of it.

 “Out of curiosity, how did you find us?” a voice asked, causing (Y/N) to scream and whip around, almost falling into the fire. In front of her stood a candelabra who was seemingly admiring one of his flames. “Yeah, I know. A talking candle stick. Name’s Tony—but seriously gorgeous, how’d you find us?”

Slowly standing up, (Y/N) stared down at him before pinching her skin tightly and yelping from the pain. ‘Tony’ sighed and shook his… head? “Not a dream, sweetheart. I asked a question?”

 “My horse—he, he took me here. We were being chased by—” “Chitauri?” another figure asked, coming into view. A clock. A fucking clock. “I thought they were gone? I’m Steve, by the way. Steve Rogers ma’am.”  “I’m crazy—I’m going crazy” (Y/N) repeated over and over again, sitting on a dusty chair and curling her legs in with teary eyes. “I just wanted my goddamn books.”

 Steve and Tony shared a look, Tony basically shoving Steve forward and smirking at him. He was nicer than he was and after all—it was his best friend who was the beast that stayed in the left wing. Fitting for how he lost his left arm. (To be fair, when Tony first made that joke, no one talked to him for a month.)

 “You aren’t crazy,” Steve sighed, awkwardly hopping onto the side table to look at her. “Trust me-“ ”Trust you? You’re a clock! A—” she froze mid sentence as she made eye contact with something down the hall.

 Two steel blue eyes that watched her intently and curiously before seemingly disappearing into nothingness.

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Helpless

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

 Word Count: 1.4K

 Warnings: angst.

 Author’s Note: I’m from Louisiana so I’m a stereotypical country girl and have been listening to country music while writing this so a happy ending where—well, you get your happy ending. Enjoy the story!

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   It all started right after (Y/N) had saved Bucky on a mission. She had leapt in front of a bullet going straight for him. It landed in her right shoulder and completely shattered the bone. Instead of a thank you or a you saved my life all she got was you humiliated me.

 (Y/N) didn’t say much, Steve convincing her that Bucky probably just felt guilty, but she knew that it wasn’t true. As much as she longed and wished for it to be she just knew. She laid in her bed at night replaying every single glare he sent her way and the subtle snickers no one else noticed but her.

Staring at her ceiling seemed like the way to go when (Y/N) couldn’t sleep. She had once harbored a crush on the super solider, but she didn’t anymore. How could she when he treated her like absolute dirt? It started with simple things she didn’t pay much mind to.

 Are you actually going to wear that? He would ask, or the occasional You shouldn’t eat that. She thought it was him helping her out at first since she had just joined the team but it quickly changed to prove how absolutely horrible he was to her. Why are you even here? All you do is shoot a fucking gun. We have Nat for that and at least she’s got other skills to back it up.

 Worthless. That’s how she felt. But (Y/N) would never tell Bucky that. Or Steve. Steve was her best friend until Bucky came back and whenever she had tried to address it he’d brush it off saying ‘Bucky needs me, (Y/N/N). Later?’

 However, later never came.

 She felt stupid for ever being arrogant enough to think she could fit in. (Y/N) would also be damned if she let James Buchanan Barnes tear her down. She could cry and wish she was somewhere else far away all she wanted but she wasn’t about to watch that pass.

 (Y/N) got caught up in the little things before realizing that she was worth so much more than his utter shit. What better place to prove such a thing than a party thrown by none other than Tony Stark? Slipping into her royal blue dress she zipped it up, sliding on a leather jacket to accent it and sky high boots before heading to grab her wand.

 Grabbing a (y/h/c) piece of hair she wrapped it around the rose gold tool, releasing it and smiling as she brushed it out with her fingers to give it a beach wave accent. Finishing the rest she moved to do her makeup. She could go bold and make herself faker than a mannequin but she wasn’t for that.

 Putting on three coats of mascara and plucking her eyebrows had to do before she applied clear lip gloss, letting out a breath as she took in how good she looked. It had been a long time since she felt so confident. All she had to do was untangle all the strings around her to be able to fly again.

 At the party, Natasha approached the other Avengers with a frown on her face and a sad look in her eyes. “(Y/N) isn’t here, guys” she sighed, taking a seat. She had given her best friend a pep talk that ended with her still staring at the ceiling but something had sparked in her eye. Nat saw it.

 “So?” Bucky snickered, taking a sip of his drink. Truth was he had the biggest crush on (Y/N). Her smile that could light up an entire room, she gave him butterflies. “She’s kind of a buzzkill anyway.” Not true at all.

 “Buck why are you such a dick to her?” Steve finally asked, sick of the constant bickering and complaints from his friend. “She’s done nothing but be kind to you and you’re so rude in return. It’s getting out of hand.”

 Sam nodded in agreement, backing his friend up. “I agree with Cap, you kinda make her well sad? She used to be super cheery and happy but after she took a bullet for you she shut down. Why can’t you be grateful for once?”

 Bucky knew they were right but they didn’t know how grateful he was. How he wanted to hug her and hold her to him instead of constantly insulting her, calling her names that were so vile. Worthless. Helpless. Annoying.

 Before he could respond his eyes went to the entrance of the room where the familiar (y/h/c) walked in. The air was sucked out of his lungs as they made eye contact but her eyes held no emotion towards him as she took steps towards the group, hugging Nat. “Thank you, Tasha” she whispered, going to sit.

“Hold on, intruder. Have we met before? I don’t think I know you” Tony teased, causing (Y/N) to toss her head back in laughter. She took a drink from Wanda and shrugged. “I guess it was time to get off my ass and not be helpless anymore” she mused with her eyes looking straight at Bucky who just tensed in return.

“Can we talk?” Bucky breathed out but (Y/N) simply ignored him, telling Wanda this joke that she had heard on her podcast. He watched with sad cerulean eyes as her lips curled upwards and she tossed her head back. How could he have been so stupid to shove her down on the ground?

“I’m going to go get another drink. I’ll be back” (Y/N) mused before heading towards the bar. Bucky stood up instantly to follow her. Hot on her heels he slid in next to her, looking at her helplessly. “Can we please talk, doll?”

“Oh so it’s doll now?” (Y/N) asked with a venomous tone, “What do you want? I won’t have it. Not anymore, James.”

“I want to tell you the truth! Please let me and please don’t call me James” he begged, (Y/N) just rolling her eyes as she waited on her drink but motioning for him to continue. Bucky took in a sharp breath as he felt his eyes grow glossy, “I never meant any of it, (Y/N). Any of it. You’re the complete opposite but I—I was scared of you. I was scared because I’m in love with you and seeing you here tonight looking so gorgeous and your smile and your life I realized I can’t live without you—”

“That’s a little extreme don’t you think?” (Y/N) asked, looking towards him and ignoring the look he gave her. Don’t cave. “You definitely can. Get to your point, James. I have better things to be doing.”

Bucky was taken aback. She was always so kind and patient and something made her eyes grow cold. He knew what that something was and he’d never take it back. “My point is I want a chance to show you how helplessly in love with you I am. Please, doll. Go to dinner with me this weekend? I’ll make it worth it.”

(Y/N) laughed softly and shook her head, “No.”

Bucky’s face fell and he looked at her in shock, “No?” he repeated. He had such high hopes and she tore them down.

“Yes, no. Bucky this isn’t fiction where I’ll just forgive you. We aren’t friends and we never will be. I used to like you but I have no idea why. I’m not going to fall at your feet because you suddenly say sorry. It’s too late to apologize. Something like this doesn’t get fixed. It can’t be fixed, Bucky. So please don’t waste your pointless words that mean nothing to me now.”

Without another word, (Y/N) walked of and towards the group, sliding next to Steve and beginning to laugh at something he instantly said. Bucky felt his heart clench in his chest. She stole his heart and he knew he’d never get it back so he sat there staring after her.

   He was completely helpless.

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Idk I'f this is a weird question but lotor how would you react/what would you do if your S/o who is human is chubby is very insecure about it. Like normal and or in the bedroom because I am rather chubby and I am bullied because of it and I don't consider myself attractive or beautiful if you don't want to answer that's fine. I understand that . Love you . Greetings from Germany.

Why, this is not weird at all. From my travels, over thousands of years, bodies come in all shapes and sizes. I have had the experience of towering over the smallest of beings only to be dwarfed myself on a different planet. Allow me to sooth your worries and insecurities, my dear anon.

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If Only It Was Just a Dream

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Things seem to be different in your relationship, but it could just be your imagination.

Warnings: ANGST, my emotional ass dream somewhat twisted around, I don’t know I think that’s it

Word Count: 845

A/N: So I had this dream last night that my boyfriend was talking to @thewintersadie behind my back and we apparently went to school together despite being thousands of miles apart??? After I woke up, I cried and didn’t get back to sleep or another hour. I don’t know, my brain is messed up. So I decided to write a one-shot to hopefully get it out of my system. Let’s pray for no sad dreams tonight! And Sadie, I do not in any way, blame you for this dream. I guess you were just on my mind last night and I would consider that a complement! Ily! And as always, happy reading!!

Steve had been acting very strange lately. He usually met you after your evening classes if he wasn’t on a mission to walk you back to the tower so you weren’t walking around New York all alone. Or he’d bring you lunch on your unusually long break in between your two classes of the day. But when you were hanging out on your rare day off, he’d be on his phone or wouldn’t let you know what he had on there. He was always so open with you and you just felt that he had been cutting you off little by little. But you decided to shrug it off, knowing that he’s probably just overworked and stressed out

So you planned a weekend getaway for the two of you to Southern Florida, thinking that some sun and relaxing time away from school, work, and saving the world might help you put those thoughts out of your mind…

Well, they did while you were gone. Everything was perfect when you and Steve were together. He’d been taking pictures of you two all weekend and posting them on his Snapchat story, which confused you since he never really used the app, seeing as that if he wanted to send you a picture he’d just text it to you. You noticed that he had sent some to someone with a cow emoji but you didn’t think anything of it. Probably Bucky, seeing as they were always changing each other’s names to weird captions. Yet he would always find some reason to be alone for a little bit though and you brushed it off because you too, needed a few moments alone sometimes. As soon as you came back though, everything went back to the way it was and then some.

You were excited to get back to school and tell your best friend, Morgan, all about your great vacation with Steve. You told her everything and you trusted her with your life, and your little secret about dating Captain America.

During your class, you noticed she was getting a lot more Snapchat notifications than usual. She was gorgeous, so it wasn’t unlike her to get many snaps from guys and girls alike wanting to get a slice of her, but this was different. They were all from one person, which was odd for her. She never really settled for someone unless she knew that she could see something happening with that person.

You happened to look over when she wasn’t paying attention as the tenth notification in five minutes popped up on her screen. Your stomach sank as the tag flashed up. It’s not him, it couldn’t be. She could use the American flag and a soldier emoji for anyone. She probably picked up an Army guy during the Army vs. Navy game this past weekend. It had to be that. She wouldn’t be talking to your Stevie, would she? He didn’t give out his snapcode anyway; only to friends

Then she opened it without glancing your way, probably thinking your attention was on your professor talking about the upcoming project for the end of the semester. And then your heart shattered into a million pieces at the message on her phone.

Steve: I can’t wait to see you tonight baby girl. I missed you while I was gone.

That was all you needed. Without thinking, you gathered your stuff and left the room, headed to the one place you really didn’t want to be at this moment.

You arrived at the tower, tear streaks staining your face as you rushed into the elevator, hitting the button to Steve’s floor. As you ascended, you sent Morgan a message:

You: I’m sorry I left so quickly

You: I know what’s going on and I’m not mad

You: I just want to know; do you love each other?

Her silence is the only answer you needed as the doors opened up to the sight of a panicked Steve. “Y/N, doll, why are you here? You’re supposed to be in class. Are you ok?” He shuffles towards your drooping frame, nervous to hear if what Morgan said was true.

“Do you love her?” He whips his head up to meet your swollen, bloodshot eyes and see that his suspicions were confirmed.

“Darling, wha-what are yo-?”

“Do you love her Steve? That’s all I want to know.”

“I-I, yes I do. I’m so sorry Y/N, I was going to tell you after- “

You cut him off, not wanting to hear what might make you breakdown even more. “It’s fine Steve, that’s all I wanted to know. Take care of her, she’s the nicest girl in the world. Treat her the way you were supposed to treat me.” You walk back to the elevator, tears threatening to spill over onto your cheeks. “Goodbye Steve. I hope she’s worth it.”

With that, you enter the elevator and pray that the doors close before he realizes that he just lost the best thing that has ever walked through those doors and into his life.

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