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Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Pairing: Daniel Kwan x Female Reader, Jackson Avery x Female Reader, Benson Kwan x Female Reader

Characters: Daniel Kwan, Jackson Avery, Female Reader, Catherine Fox, Benson Kwan

Word Count: 1967 // Rating: Teen & Up

Summary:  Jackson’s back and he’s finding he might have been replaced in more ways than one.

Tags/ Warnings: Confessions of Love, Jealousy, Friends To Lovers, Exes, Ex Lovers, Fighting, Arguing, Operations,Past Relationships, Open Wounds,

Notes: okay so i’ve not watched the new series so I don’t know kwan that well and apparently his names changed?!? but I stuck with Daniel anyway. Hope this is okay! x

Part two as requested! 

Tags: @h-a-j-i-m-e-ru

PART ONE // PART TWO

As the elevator dinged open Y/N sighed and trudged inside. This was her fifth shift in a row and none of them had gone swimmingly. She had had train wreck patients, countless surgeries and to top it off Daniel had avoided her like the plague so she didn’t know if she was coming or going with him. The only saving grace was that Jackson was still in the hospital though that was going to change today as she was sure he would be fit enough to discharge. She went to the attending’s lounge and got ready for her day before she headed to her floor to get her list of patients. When she arrived Daniel was standing by the nurse’s station with a plethora of charts in his hands. He was looking over one he was holding, his brow furrowed over whatever he was reading but it uncreased as she approached and stood next to him. He looked up, his face falling for a second before it quickly fell into a neutral position. 

‘Y/N,’ he greeted coolly. Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine at the indifference in his voice.  ‘Blue,’ she greeted. She wanted to say more. To tell him about the feelings she had been mulling over for the past few days but she couldn’t. He went back to charting and she could feel the nurses at the station watching them. She was sure they didn’t know anything about them but their being nosy was enough to stave off the topic.  ‘Are you on my service today?’ she asked hopefully.  ‘Yeah,’ he said, ‘I’ve already prepped the ward round. Let’s get started huh?’  ‘Yeah,’ she mumbled and then he was off walking down the corridor to their first patient making her almost have to jog to keep up. Their first couple of patients were relatively simple. He ran through their new stats and figures and examined them for her. Everything was running smoothly though there was no banter or chatter between them. 

‘I want an MRI Head for her,’ Y/N mentioned as they left Mrs Larson’s room and moseyed down the corridor. ‘ ‘But her CT didn’t show anything,’ Daniel said.  ‘I know but there’s something..off about her. I don’t know what but my guess is she’s definitely had some sort of stroke,’ Y/N said. ‘I don’t know she seemed fine to me,’ Daniel mumbled. ‘Yeah because she was flirting with you,’ Y/N giggled. ‘Oh so she must have had a stroke to be flirting with me?’ he scoffed.  ‘No, that’s not what I meant-’ Y/N started but Daniel wasn’t listening he was making a beeline into their next patient’s room. Y/N sighed and entered behind him as her eyes took in her next patient. Jackson. 

He was packing things into a bag but he turned around as they entered and stopped. He pushed the bag aside and sat down on the bed as he said, ‘hey.’ ‘Hey,’ she said looking at him and then glancing at Daniel who seemed to be enthralled in the chart. She didn’t mind this. Mainly because Jackson knew all about the awkwardness that they had been having after she had acted on his words. He threw her a look and she shook her head slightly. Jackson nodded but before they could go any further Daniel spoke, ‘Jackson Avery, 41, was admitted three days ago with a hand laceration. Had debridement, wash out of the wound with a repair of damaged tendons and ligaments. Broken scaphoid and trapezium supported with a half cast to hand. Inflammatory markers improving with antibiotics.’ ‘Thanks Blue,’ Y/N said with a smile which wasn’t returned.

‘So, am I gonna be allowed to bounce today or not?’ Jackson smirked.  ‘Your mother getting on your nerves that bad huh?’ Y/N chuckled.  ‘I’m confined to one room,’ Jackson said, ‘she’s not had such an easy target in a while.’ ‘Well, let’s see,’ she said, ‘Blue do you want to assess the wound?’  ‘You don’t want to do it yourself?’ he asked with confusion and a hard edge to his tone.  ‘This is good teaching,’ Jackson said jumping in before she could speak. Daniel’s eyes narrowed but he nodded and took a seat beside the bed as Jackson held his hand out. 

‘Wound looks fine, sutures are intact,’ Daniel said.  ‘And?’ Y/N said looking at Daniel who glanced at her. ‘And?’ he said.  ‘And I’m five days post op and the sutures are on my hand,’ Jackson said.  Daniel looked at him with a sulk on his face but didn’t answer, ‘so because the skin is so thin the stitches can be removed because the healing will be complete skin deep. Jeez have you been teaching this kid or not?’ ‘I’m not a kid,’ Daniel said.  ‘I’m sure he knew it’s just slipped his mind,’ Y/N said coming towards Daniel who leapt up out of the seat.  ‘I don’t need you to defend me,’ Daniel said.  ‘I’m not,’ Y/N reasoned looking at him. ‘Course not,’ he scoffed.  ‘Hey,’ Jackson said warningly, ‘she’s just trying to help.’ ‘Well, I don’t need her to. And I don’t need her pretending her students are better than they are just because she wants to impress you,’ Daniel said almost squaring up. Jackson stood up facing him the pair of them seething. 

‘She’s your superior,’ Jackson said, ‘you should show her some respect.’ ‘Guys,’ Y/N said but neither of them was taking any notice of her. ‘Oh, are you gonna make me? What are you going to do? Call your mommy,’ Daniel smirked. Then without warning, Jackson pushed Daniel hard.  Shock ran through him but as he realised what had happened he leapt forward to shove Jackson back. Y/N was in the middle of them in a flash. ‘Cool it!’ she shouted but they were only watching each other.’ ‘Do that again and I will not be held responsible for what happens to you,’ Daniel said. ‘Oh yeah,’ Jackson challenged.  ‘Blue knock it off!’ Y/N said.  ‘You’re taking his side?’ he baulked. ‘She is because you’re being a jackass,’ Jackson said. ‘I’m not taking anyone’s side,’ Y/N said with exasperation, ‘just trying to get you both to remember you’re in a hospital! You’re working and you’re a patient for god’s sake. You need to knock it off.’

Her voice was loud now and it had seemingly been enough to draw attention as a nurse appeared at the door wondering what was happening, ‘everything okay?’  ‘Fine Sarah,’ Y/N said.  ‘Yeah peachy,’ Daniel said moving out of the way. Sarah nodded and left the door but Daniel was soon behind her.  ‘Where are you going?’ Y/N asked.  ‘What do you care?’ he said and then he was gone. When she turned around Jackson was watching her with a stony expression.

‘You’re a terrible best friend, you know that?’ she said as she shoved him down onto the bed, sitting down on the chair in front of him. ‘Me?!’ he scoffed as she started to set up a tray to remove his stitches ‘Yeah, you,’ she said as she wiped his hand clean, ‘you know we’ve been having problems.’ ‘And that’s my fault how? He was being childish,’ Jackson said.  ‘And you shoved him!’ Y/N said shrilly.  ‘Because he was being rude! You don’t deserve that. In front of me or anyone.’ ‘I don’t think he would’ve done it in front of anyone else,’ she said truthfully, ‘I think he’s a little jealous.’ ‘What he thinks you’re in love with me?’ Jackson said. She hadn’t exactly told him that part of the story. ‘No,’ she said, ‘but he knows we’re close. And lately, he and I haven’t been.’ ‘Because he confessed his undying love and you didn’t say anything,’ Jackson smirked. ‘No! I just…I just wasnt ready for it then. And he’s avoided me ever since. I mean I wasn’t going to tell him I love him at the nurse’s station was I?’  ‘You love him?’ Jackson asked. Y/N looked at him startled. She hadn’t even noticed the words had come out of her mouth but the more they ran through her brain the more she confirmed it. She did love him. She hadn’t seen it before. They’d always been close but since he had started working at the hospital it had shifted and subconsciously she had held back, scared it would ruin everything. 

‘Yeah, I do,’ she said with a small smile.  ‘Then what are you doing here then?’ Jackson asked.  ‘You’re hand,’ she started but he shook his head.  ‘I can take these sutures out myself,’ he said, ‘as long as you promise I can go home I’ll do anything…I’d probably do a better job anyway.’ ‘Har har,’ Y/N said standing up. ‘So I can go home?’ Jackson said.  ‘Sure can. I’ll tell the nurses later,’ she said giving him a quick hug, ‘I’ve got more important stuff to do.’

Jackson nodded and watched as she took off into the corridor in the second search for Daniel. That first day she hadn’t found him but today she was determined. She looked everywhere until it dawned on her where he might be. Finally, she ended up in the basement corridor and found him sitting on the discarded beds that lined it. He looked up as she entered and scowled but he didn’t move as she came to sit beside him. They were silent for a moment before she said, ‘are you okay?’

‘What do you care?’ he asked. ‘I do care,’ she sighed, ‘you know I do.’ ‘Just not as much as I want?’ he questioned looking at her before his eyes turned to his hands which were resting on his knees. ‘You don’t know what I want,’ she said. He looked at her confused but didn’t speak which made her sigh, ‘you never gave me a chance Blue. I broached the topic because I was blind. So blind. And Jackson opened my eyes-’ ‘Good old Jackson Avery,’ he scoffed. ‘Yes! Good old Jackson Avery because he pointed out what was blatantly obvious. You have feelings for me. And I’d ignored it because we’ve been friends forever and I didn’t want to ruin anything. But since he pointed it out I realised that I feel the same. And I’m sorry that it wasn’t the big love story you wanted when you said what you said. I’m sorry that I couldn’t be on your level right away but that doesn’t mean I’m not there now.’ ‘How do I know that’s true? That you’re not just forcing yourself to feel that way?’ he said with sadness lacing his voice. ‘Because you told me that the idea of us isn’t that crazy to you. And you’re right. It’s not crazy. It’s right…natural,’ she said, ‘I want to try this Blue. 100%. And if it doesn’t work out then fine…because I never want to lose you. Either way.’

Daniel seemed to take in her words for a moment and then he leaned in and kissed her gently. Her hands cupped his face as she kissed him back. A flutter ran through her stomach as he held her close. Then his pager sounded. He sighed and pulled back with a frown as he pulled it out of his pocket and looked at it.

Thank you once again lovely❣ The tension in it was *chef's kiss*

So I'd thought of this scenario the other day, where the reader is working at Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital and she's an ex of Jackson Avery (they're still friends); he goes there because someone close to him gets injured and so as he searches for the reader for help, where he also gets to meet one of the new interns, Daniel Kwan, who happens to be reader's best friend since college (who has feelings for her but she doesn't know) and while to Jackson that is very clear, the reader, on the other hand, has no idea, which makes it weird to see them interact with eachother

Idk... I was thinking of something not too sentimental because they're all in good terms but it can end up with a confession or something...🤔🤔 I know you haven't had the opportunity to start the latest season (I totally get it!!! I still don't know how you manage to keep your socials active since you're always working non stop 😖😖 but know that I'm always grateful to have you as a friend, cheering up my days 😘💌)

Btw there's no rush and if you don't feel like writing for Grey's Anatomy then it's all good 😉

A Crazy Idea

Fandom: Grey's Anatomy

Pairing: Daniel Kwan x Female Reader, Jackson Avery x Female Reader, Benson Kwan x Female Reader

Characters: Daniel Kwan, Jackson Avery, Female Reader, Catherine Fox, Benson Kwan

Word Count: 2058 // Rating: Teen & Up

Summary:  Jackson's back and he's finding he might have been replaced in more ways than one.

Tags/ Warnings: Confessions of Love, Jealousy, Friends To Lovers, Exes, Ex Lovers, Fighting, Arguing, Operations,Past Relationships, Open Wounds,

Notes: okay so i've not watched the new series so I don't know kwan that well and apparently his names changed?!? but I stuck with Daniel anyway. Hope this is okay! x

Jackson stalked down the corridor, his eyes sweeping inside every room, as he searched for Y/N. It had been a while since he had been to Grey Sloan and though he used to walk its halls every day he had forgotten how big it was. Though the more he walked the more his hand started aching. He had it held against him, pulled tight under his hoodie as he tried to keep it in a way that didn’t make it ache something rotten. As a sharp shooting pain fluttered up his forearm he stopped looking around but as he paused someone collided with him, hitting him directly in his covered arm and making him wince in agony.

‘I’m so sorry!’ a voice came from behind him. As he whipped around he found a doctor he didn’t recognise standing in front of him. His hands were out in front of him though Jackson doubted he knew how much he had hurt him. Jackson went to tell the man it was alright but he watched as realisation dawned on the man's face, ‘Dr Avery?’ 

‘Yeah,’ Jackson said. 

‘I didn’t know you were coming back. Are you here for a surgery? Or…’ the man trailed off. 

‘Actually, I’m looking for someone,’ Jackson said, ‘have you seen Dr Y/N?’

‘Y/N?’ the man asked. Jackson nodded watching as a glint arose in the man's eye. And if Jackson looked closely he was sure he saw the tinge of a blush on his cheeks before he continued, ‘she’s scrubbed in at the minute. But I’m on her service if there’s something you need.’

‘I just need her er-’

‘Dr Kwan,’ the man said, ‘Daniel Kwan.’

‘Right,’ Jackson said trying to recall where he had heard that name before, ‘well can you find her for me?’ 

‘Sure, what shall I tell her?’

‘Tell her I’ll be waiting in the pit for her,’ Jackson said as he felt another wave of pain come over him. Before Daniel could reply he stalked off back towards the pit. He needed painkillers. 

✵✵✵

Jackson was sitting in a trauma room scrolling quietly through his phone as he listened to the hubbub going on outside the room. Since his new ally had continued his search he had been able to come down to the pit and get checked in. He didn’t officially have privileges but the nurses didn’t seem to mind following his instructions. He allowed them to take some blood and do a quick X-ray which he looked over himself, confirming his own suspicions of a broken hand but he didn’t interfere anymore. That's why he wanted Y/N. After all her speciality was orthopaedics. 

As he heard her dulcet tones outside the room he sat up a little straighter and placed his phone on his lap. The doors swooshed open and she came in in a flurry. Her hair was piled up onto the top of her head and Jackson could see her scrub cap squashed into her scrub pocket. Standing at her side was Daniel.

‘Jackson!’ she said excitedly though her face fell as she took in his mangled hand, ‘what the hell!?’ 

She darted to his side, her hand holding his gently, wincing as he hissed in pain. The nurses had given him something to take the edge off but that didn’t mean that her mauling with him wouldn’t make his toes curl. 

‘What happened?’ she asked. 

‘Had a run-in with a power tool,’ he shrugged. 

‘Your hands mangled!’ she said.

‘Hardly,’ he said nodding towards the X-rays on the board. Y/N glanced at them but continued to survey his hand a little longer. Daniel walked towards them. 

‘He’s right. He’s only got slight fractures to his scaphoid and trapezium.’

‘Maybe,’ she said, ‘but this gash goes through to muscle if not the ligament. And this is a million-dollar hand.’

‘Which is why I came here,’ Jackson said. 

‘Well I’d send you to our fabulous head of plastics but he’s no longer here,’ Y/N smirked. Jackson chuckled. 

‘Which is why I went second best,’ he said. Y/N swatted him on his good arm. Jackson chuckled but he didn’t fail to notice that Daniel’s eyes narrowed a little as he watched the pair of them. 

‘Blue,’ Y/N said as she moved over to the Xrays, ‘order an MRI stat for Jackson’s hand. I want decent images before we plan anything. Then phone the OR and tell them we need to bump my next surgery.’

‘But Mrs Gleeson-’

‘Can wait,’ she said waving him off. Daniel smiled tightly and nodded. Jackson watched them closely as she rattled off instructions. 

‘I thought you didn’t do special treatment,’ Daniel said folding his arms across his chest. 

‘I don’t. But as I said this morning, Mrs Gleeson still has some swelling to her ankle so whilst we can do her manipulation today it won’t hurt to push her back a few hours. Or even a day. And besides, I might not play favourites but I know someone who does. So it might be better that we get Jackson here in and out before Catherine Fox gets a whiff of what’s happening. Now, are you going to do as I asked or have you still got a problem with how I prioritise my patients?’ Y/N said. Her tone was nice but Jackson could hear the air of authority she was speaking with. Daniel shook his head and left the room. 

Jackson watched as she scanned over his X-rays one more time and then sat down on a stool beside him setting up a sterile tray. He said nothing as she took his hand in hers, assessing the damage of the deep gash in his hand. She started to clean the outer edge of the wound and feeling that twinging sensation coming back Jackson decided to speak.

‘So the new interns are pretty outspoken this year huh?’ Jackson said. Y/N looked up at him confused then as her eyebrows broke apart she said, ‘what Blue? Nah, he’s not that bad.’

‘He called you out in front of a patient,’ Jackson reasoned.

‘He called me out in front of you,’ she quipped back, ‘you’re hardly John Doe. And anyway I get what he means. You know I hate special treatment.’

‘And yet you came right away for me,’ Jackson smirked. 

‘For your million dollar hand,’ she corrected, ‘and the fact that your mother will find out about this soon enough and I’d rather not have her interrogate me while I work.’ 

‘Hmm,’ Jackson said. Her movements slowed as she looked at him curiously. 

‘What?’

‘Nothing,’ he said.

‘No come on,’ she said knowing he was holding back, ‘spit it out.’

‘It’s just you seem different with him. Any other intern you’d have chewed them out.’

‘Well I haven’t been friends with them since childhood,’ she shrugged. 

‘You’ve known him since childhood?’ Jackson asked as his mind scanned back for any recollection that she might have mentioned him to him before. 

‘Yeah,’ she said, ‘he’s an old family friend. Our moms are close. He’s not too much younger than me but he’s had some personal stuff so he’s only just catching up that’s why I recommended the programme to him.’

‘You’ve never mentioned him,’ he said.

‘We lost touch a little. I barely have time to see the people in this hospital never mind outside of it,’ she said. Then a memory clicked in Jackson’s head.

‘He’s in that picture of you and your high school friends,’ he said, ‘the one in your hallway.’

‘And here’s me thinking you didn’t notice any of the little things when we were together,’ she chuckled. 

‘Hey I noticed enough,’ Jackson smirked which was followed by a wince as she hit a sore spot. 

‘Sorry,’ she mumbled returning to her work.

‘It’s okay,’ Jackson said, adding in a low voice, ‘and anyway, I noticed he likes you.’ 

‘Blue?’ she baulked.

‘Yeah,’ he said. 

‘No way,’ she said, ‘we’ve been friends forever.’

‘And?’ 

‘And,’ she started, ‘and, well I’d know. He’s Blue. The same Blue he’s always been. He doesn’t like me.’

She fell silent for a moment. Panic flooded into the pit of Jackson’s stomach as he watched her work fearing he’d scared her. 

‘Y/N,’ he said, ‘I’m not teasing you. I’m being serious.’

‘Jackson,’ she said quietly.

‘I’m just saying,’ he said moving his hand so she was forced to look up at him, ‘remember I’ve been there.’ 

She watched him for a moment and then went back to her work.  Trying to ignore the niggle in the back of her mind.

✵✵✵

‘That went well,’ Y/N said as she slipped her scrub cap off of her head. She walked into the prep room and knocked the tap on, getting ready to de-scrub. She had just operated on Jackson’s hand. Fortunately, it wasn’t too complicated and she had even managed that Jackson could stay awake throughout assisting somewhat. And though she was still wrestling with what Jackson had told her she had allowed Daniel to assist.

‘Yeah,’ Daniel said as he stood beside her, ‘I’ve never had someone back seat drive whilst doing a surgery though.’

‘Jackson knows what he’s doing,’ she said. He seemed irked. And she didn’t know why…though she suspected, ‘and he’s an expert in his field.’

‘I guess,’ he mumbled. 

‘Do you not like him?’ she said looking up at him. She wiped her wet hands on a piece of paper towel and tossed it in the trash as she turned around to lean against the sink. 

‘What?’ Daniel asked drying off his own hands. 

‘Jackson,’ she said, ‘you seem to have a problem with him.’

‘I guess after all the delays I’ve had seeing someone use their name to get whatever they want annoys me,’ he said going to walk away. Y/N placed a hand on his shoulder stopping him. He turned to face her. 

‘Jackson didn’t use any name. I mean his mother owns everything in this damn place. If he was throwing money around he could’ve had Link. But he wanted me. Because he’s my friend. He knows how I work. And I know how much he would value me not making a fuss or a scene. I didn’t help him because he’s an Avery. I did it because he’s my friend, in fact, he used to be more than that,’ she said. 

‘You two?’ Daniel said his eyebrows knitting together. 

‘Yeah,’ she said quietly.

‘I didn’t know you two used to y’know.’

‘Well that’s all old news,’ she said, ‘but he’s still my friend.’

They fell silent for a moment as Daniel nodded taking in her words. And then without warning, Y/N felt the urge to mention what Jackson had told her before. She didn’t know why but she couldn’t stop herself, ‘in fact he seems to think I’ve got something else going on,’ she said turning away so he couldn’t see her face, ‘he thinks me and you are an item. Isn’t that crazy?’ 

She chuckled to herself but as she heard nothing in response worry grew inside her and she turned to find him watching her stony-faced. 

‘I mean, that’s crazy right?’ she said, ‘Blue?’ 

‘What do you want me to say?’ she sighed looking away from her. 

‘I-’

‘Do you want me to say you’re right? That the idea of us is ludicrous? Or do you want me to tell you something else, something different,’ he said coming towards her. Even hours into his shift he still smelled amazing. He reached out and moved a strand of hair from her face causing a tingle to run down her spine. 

‘Blue,’ she whispered, ‘why don’t you just tell me the truth?’ 

‘Because I don’t know if you want the truth,’ he said simply, ‘but the idea of us…isn’t that crazy to me.’ 

Before she could respond the doors swooshed open behind them and he broke apart from her watching as the scrub staff filed in, ready to get themselves cleaned up. He smiled at her sadly and left the room. 

‘Everything okay?’ Tiffany, a scrub nurse, said to her with concern. 

‘Yeah,’ Y/N smiled weakly, ‘I just need to tell him something.’ 

Just... whatever crazy idea I throw at you, you give it life and transform it into something better!!😍😍 Each and every work you've written for me has a special place in my heart and one of the things I love the most about them is how well and on point the characters are written. Even if you're not familiarized with the characters or the actors, you never fail to impress me.

Thank you so much once again Cakes🥰😘!! Loved it!😌😎 It also made me want to know what would happen next 🤭👀 like I was reading an on-going story

You got me hooked😉

If you are, I had this idea where the reader would be stuck somewhere in Egypt along with Marc, during a mission, against the reader's will...

And I chose these prompts:

-Reader to Marc: "I know of your reputation all too well.";

-Marc to Reader: "Scream all you want. No one can hear you."

-Steven to Reader: "You're cute when you're angry"

And lastly, Marc to Steven: "Go and live with her, then! See if I care."

Anyways, thank you always ♡

Scarab Hunting

Fandom: Moonknight, Marvel

Pairing: Stephen Grant x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader

Characters: Stephen Grant, Marc Spector, Reader, Moonknight

Word Count: 1036 // Rating: Mature

Summary: Two's company three's a crowd.

Tags/ Warnings: Violence, Implied Violence, Imprisonment, Flirting, Scavenger Hunting, Enemies to Lovers,  Stephen Grant x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader, Moonknight, Marvel Moonknight, My Writing, Marvel, Requests, Requested Fic

Notes: Okay so, I'm not 100% sure of all the details but I did a bit of research and tried as best as I could! Hope it's okay, like I said I've never watched it so it might be rubbish ahah

Tags: @h-a-j-i-m-e-ru

The heat was sweltering and Y/N was only getting warmer. The more she fought, the more panic she felt, the hotter she got. Her bindings were tight to her wrists behind her back and any inch of movement made them tighter and tighter. Finally, she fell back in a slump feeling useless. She was trapped. She couldn’t believe she had been so stupid. She had teamed up with the enemy, trying to get what was rightfully hers. Well, her family’s. 

She had met Marc on the hunt and he had promised he could help her find the scarab. And he had. They had been deep in the bowels of the tomb, their path dark and treacherous but she knew where to go. She had a map, a map that had belonged to her father who had walked this path many times before unable to get to the heart of the tomb where the scarab resided. He had been driven mad trying to get his hands on it. And he had never had an assistant who could help. There were traps throughout that no mere mortal was able to navigate. that’s where Marc came in. 

He was a unique man. His power was undeniable and Y/N knew her only way into the tomb would be with him by her side. It had worked. They had reached the centre of the tomb and she had finally closed her hands around her long lost family heirloom, that's when it had all gone dark. As she came too she could feel the throbbing in her head and the sticky coolness of dried blood on her scalp. As her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting she found she was alone. Bound and shut-in with only a sarcophagus for company. Marc and more importantly the scarab was gone. She had been conned. And now she was going to die. 

Tears stung her eyes as reality started to set in. How was it  going to happen? Overheating?  Starvation? Dehydration? Either way, it was going to be pretty.

But then there was a crash from the other side of the stone doorway. Shouting echoed through the chamber though she couldn't tell who was speaking or what they were saying

‘Help! In here help! Please help me!’ she screamed. The stone door grinded as it slid open. And then there he was Marc. He appeared, dishevelled and distressed. 

‘Scream all you want, no one’s gonna hear you,’ Marc chuckled as he walked in.

‘What are you doing here?’ 

‘Save the questions for after sweetheart, I’m here to rescue you. And then you’re gonna help me not die,’ Marc said coming forward to reach for her bindings but Y/N moved so they were out of his way.

‘You left me for dead and now you want me to help you?’ she scoffed.

‘What makes you think I abandoned you?’ Marc said.

‘I know of your reputation all too well,’ she spat. 

‘Don’t bet on that. Besides even if I did I’m your only shot to not die right now so why don’t you start cooperating,’ Marc grunted as he shoved her over so he could access the bindings. 

‘Why should I? You didn’t come back for fun. There’s something afoot and my guess is there’s someone on the other side of that door,’ she said, 

‘Precisely, which is why you should start cooperating. I’m not the bad guy here,’ Marc said grunting as he wrenched her tethers apart and off of her body. 

Y/N got to her feet quickly but stumbled a little as the blood rushed to her head. The heat and her concussion didn’t mix too well. Marc steadied her but she pulled away. 

‘The scarab,’ she said holding h

her hand out. Marc looked at her with disdain but she continued, ‘whatever you want from me you’re not going to get it without this so…your pick?’ 

‘Get us out of here and it’s yours,’ he said with a smile. 

‘I’m supposed to believe you?’ she scoffed. 

‘It’s your only choice,’ he replied. Y/N waited for a moment and then nodded and asked to be filled in on the situation. Marc explained that he had become stuck fleeing the tomb, the twists and turns too hard to navigate without her deep knowledge and to make matters worse there were cult members working their way in from the main entrance. 

‘And you want me to what magic a way out?’ she snapped. 

‘You and I know there’s definitely another way out of here just find it,’ he retorted. Y/N scowled at him and headed out the way he had come in. She didn’t have her map anymore, it had been taken whilst she was out, but she tuned into the memories of her past and followed the route she knew would get them out. Marc led with her direction listening and following her instructions regarding traps. It took a while but they finally managed to get to a small door at the end of a long tunnel. It was barely one stone thick. 

‘You’ll never get through there,’ Y/N said. Marc looked at her livid.

‘I said get us out of here,’ he snapped. 

‘I got us an exit,’ she replied, ‘you’ll have to figure it out.’

‘Oh I can figure it out,’ he said. Soon enough he pushed the brick out of the way and Y/N clambered through the hole into the hot arid desert. She was out all of three seconds when he came out. Different. His clothes hung off of him now and he seemed almost smaller in stature. 

‘You’re-’

‘Stephen. Stephen Grant,’ Stephen said.

‘Marc-’

‘Is me. It’s complicated,’ Stephen said.

‘You’re still the same person. And you still left me for dead,’ Y/N said.

‘And you’re cute when you’re angry,’ Stephen said. Y/N’s face fell into a scowl and without another word, she turned away and started walking out into the scorching desert. Stephen looked at his watch and saw Marc in its reflection.

‘You’re cute when you’re angry? What are you doing? She’s not your friend and she’s still got the scarab!’ he snarled. 

‘She saved our arse,’ Stephen said, ‘besides we need her. Like you said she holds the cards now.’

A smile formed on San’s face as he made his way down the stairs of your home, looking around as he ventured down, spotting you in the kitchen. You were unaware of him coming down, in your own bubble as you began to sort out breakfast for the two of you whilst San slept.

“I did not expect to see you in my shirt first thing this morning,” a voice suddenly spoke up, causing your body to jump. You placed the frying pan down as you spun around, feeling your cheeks darken as you came face to face with San.

His eyes looked down and then up to yours as he admired the way his shirt hugged around your figure. Although the two of you had been dating for some time, it was your first morning together, and something that San could definitely get used to.

After another late night of work, you couldn’t leave San to drive back to the dorm after kindly dropping you off home. You were a little nervous, offering up the sofa for him to sleep on, but he had other ideas of where he could rest for the night.

It took a bit of time for the two of you to settle as you slept side by side, trying to understand where each other’s boundaries were. However, as you woke up the following morning, you were beyond pleased that you had agreed to let San share your bed with you.

“I didn’t want to wake you up by going in my wardrobe,” you smiled, “your shirt was on the floor, and I had a feeling that you wouldn’t be needing it this morning anyway.”

When you woke up, you knew that you didn’t have it in you to disturb San. Your wardrobe was just beside him, and with the creak that had been in the door for some time, you knew it would be enough to make him stir.

“Is this just a ploy to get me naked?” San teased, looking across the kitchen counter, “naked breakfast, I could get used to it.”

“Stop,” you smirked, feeling your cheeks begin to darken, “you’re not allowed to crack any jokes during breakfast.”

Your hand gently slapped against San’s abs as you spun back around to start getting breakfast for the two of you. San took a step back as he watched you busy yourself, allowing his smile to grow as he watched you unpack several of the items from your fridge to make him the perfect cooked breakfast before heading to work.

You were a dancer too, and you understood the importance of a good breakfast, ensuring that San ate well whilst ever he was under your roof in preparation for another busy day.

“Seeing as you’re cooking my breakfast, the least I could do is offer you a lift to work,” San smiled as he took a seat at your dining table, “that’s if you’re going in today?”

Your head nodded back at him, accepting his offer straight away as you began to boil the kettle. Travelling to and from work was something that you could definitely get used to, especially when it was San giving you a ride.

A chuckle came from San as you reached up to grab two mugs out of the top cupboard in your kitchen. “Can I do anything for you? I feel bad just sitting here whilst you cook for me Y/N.”

You immediately refused any help from San, determined to impress him during his first day, and night, in your home. Since the two of you started dating, he had gone above and beyond for you, and now it was your chance to show him the same appreciation. San was more than happy to stand back too, he wanted you to be comfortable in your home and do things as you wanted.

“How did you sleep?” You questioned as you placed a mug of coffee in front of San at the table, “I wasn’t sure if there were enough pillows on the bed, and in case you didn’t notice, I do like to sleep with quite a thick duvet.”

“I slept perfectly,” San vowed, wrapping his hands around the mug, “I don’t know about you, but I felt so comfortable laying beside you, as if I’d done it a thousand times before.”

“I know what you mean, I woke up this morning with a huge smile on my face.”

San’s head nodded in agreement with you, “falling asleep doesn’t feel right without you, and I’ve only done it once.”

“You could do it again tonight,” you suddenly suggested, surprising yourself too.

His eyes lit up at your suggestion, trying his best to play it cool. On the inside, San’s heart was pounding at the idea of spending more time with you at your home, but on the outside, he kept it calm, with just a weak smile on his face.

“I’ve got another long day at the studio, so I might need somewhere to crash again tonight too,” he happily informed you, “my place is a long way away.”

Your head nodded back at him as you turned back to the frying pan, opening up a few of the ingredients, beginning to fry them. You could tell that San was playing it cool straight away, watching as he bit down on his lip to control his smile.

“It can’t be good for you to travel all that way home when there is a much more convenient place not too far away from the company,” you encouraged.

“Exactly, and the company in that convenient place is perfect too.”

You quickly spun away as you felt your cheeks heat once again, using the breakfast as an excuse to pay little attention to San. As you could with him, he could read right through you, standing up and moving behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist so that he could see your blush.

“I’m guessing by that smile you’d quite like to have me stay more often.”

You couldn’t lie to San as your head nodded, feeling his grip tighten around your waist. He couldn’t wait to spend more time with you, if his first night at yours was anything to go by, San knew that he was going to enjoy more time at your place.

“Just so you know, you won’t get a breakfast like this every morning, it’s a one off.”

San hummed in reply to you, “maybe we could have breakfast like this every morning, but we could do it together, I want to help you out whilst you let me stay here.”

“You’re not staying here San, that makes you sound like a lodger. You’re my boyfriend, this is almost as much as your home as it is mine.”

“I think I prefer your home, at mine you get disturbed by seven other people all the time,” San joked, pressing a kiss against your cheek. “I like this place because it’s just you and I, no one around to get in the way of the two of us.”

Your head nodded in agreement with him, “you know that the boys will miss you if you spend more time over here with me.”

“I don’t care, I want to spend my time here and with you.”

You smiled past your shoulder as you met San’s eyes, “you know that whenever you need a place to call home, you can come and stay here with me San.”

“Just know, I am definitely going to take you up on that offer.”

—

"Can you two save the kissing for later?"

“You’re too good for this world.”

“I don’t think I could live alone again.”

Ps: you can address the boyfriend as S if you want to😌

Thank you xx

Friendiversary

Fandom: Actor, RPF,

Pairing: Chloe Bennet x Friend, Chloe Bennet x Reader [Platonic], Reader x OMC

Characters: Chloe Bennet, Reader, Reader, OMC

Word Count: 1026 // Rating: Teen

Summary: Chloe and Reader celebrate their anniversary

Tags/ Warnings: Jealousy, Platonic Love, Friends, Established Relationship, Getting Jealous, Anniversary, Friendiversary, Friend Love, Parties, Requests, Requested Fic, My Writing

Notes: I am doing all requests in my inbox. Ill get to them as soon as I can just keep a look out.

@h-a-j-i-m-e-ru enjoy sweetie x

Y/N was exhausted. A long day at work had left her achy and tired and all she wanted to do was climb into a nice hot bath. She entered her house and dumped her keys by the front door, and her bag on the hook next to it. The house was eerily quiet, which was odd, as her housemate Chloe was usually home when she got back from work.

She moseyed through the house, looking for any sign of her friend.

‘Chlo?’ Y/N shouted, ‘are you home?’

Chloe didn't reply but as Y/N went to enter the living room she was startled as Chloe pulled the door open with a beaming grin.

‘Hey!’ she said with excitement.

‘Hey?’ Y/N said, ‘why are you so excited?’

‘Because... it’s our 2 month anniversary!’

‘What?’ Y/N said with a giggle as she followed Chloe into the lounge and found it resembles somewhat of a party. There was food all over the coffee table, a cooler with drinks by the couch and a couple of balloons dotted about.

‘What’s all this?’ Y/N said.

‘We’ve been living together for two whole months and we haven’t killed one another yet,’ Chloe giggled walking over to the couch and plopping down on it, ‘so I figured that we could have a mini celebration. Some food and drink, a couple of movies, face masks and the like… what do you think?’

Y/N felt her bones ache as Chloe spoke, but the way she looked at Y/N all excited and expectant there was no way she wanted to let her down. Chloe was her best friend, especially over the past couple of months, she was happy to spend her time with her.

‘I love it Chlo,’ she said, ‘you’re too good for this world ya know?’

‘I know,’ Chloe said in a sing-song voice, ‘now go and get changed so we can tuck in.’

Chloe grabbed the remote as Y/N busied herself getting changed into something more comfortable. Y/N made her way to the bathroom and stripped quickly, jumping in the shower and allowing the hot water to wash away some of her work day. She then clambered out of the shower and darted to her bedroom in a towel, popping on some joggers and a hoodie so she could get comfy. Once she was back on the couch she found that Chloe had opted for something good, Mamma Mia.

As the opening titles rolled in Y/N perused the mountains of food that Chloe had stocked up on. They munched their way through most of the first film and as it swapped over to Mamma Mia Here We Go Again Chloe broke out the face packs. Just as Chloe finished putting the face mask on Y/N’s face her phone rang. Chloe busied herself with her own face mask as Y/N grabbed her phone, it was S.

Y/N slid the phone to unlock as S’s face appeared on the screen.

‘Hey babe,’ S said with a smile, ‘what’s on your face?’

‘It’s a face pack,’ Y/N giggled, ‘me and Chloe are celebrating our 2 month anniversary!’

‘Anniversary? Is there something you’re not telling me,’ S chuckled.

‘For living together,’ she chuckled, ‘anyway, what did you want?’

‘Just wanted to see your face, well your now green face,’ he said.

‘Aw,’ she replied, ‘you’re so cute...how was work?’

‘Good, how about you?’

‘Long,’ Y/N said with a yawn.

‘Did Martha give you trouble again?’

‘Just a little but-’

‘Can you two save the kissing for later?’ Chloe’s voice came from beside them. Y/N looked at her and found her friend now looking at her with a glare.

‘I guess I’ll call you later,’ S said, ‘bye babe.’

‘Bye,’ Y/N said, shutting down her phone before she turned to face Chloe.

‘What was that for?’ Y/N said.

‘What?’ Chloe said as if nothing had happened.

‘That! You were totally rude to S then and there was no need for it,’ Y/N grumbled.

‘He was interrupting our night,’ Chloe said but Y/N wouldn't let it go. She grabbed the remote and paused the TV looking at her friend expectantly.

‘Okay, I’m sorry,’ Chloe said, ‘okay now?’

‘No, not okay now. What’s the matter? He was just saying hi.’

‘I just…’ Chloe trailed off but Y/N didn't say anything, she just raised her eyebrows as if egging her on to continue.

‘I just felt a little jealous, okay. I planned this night for us because you mean so much to me and you just started paying attention to him. I guess I just felt a little left out that’s all,’ Chloe said.

‘Chloe,’ Y/N said with a wince.

‘Don’t I know I’m being ridiculous… I just.. I really enjoy living with you. I mean I don’t think I could live alone again. And I know how lucky I am to live with a friend like you so I just wanted to share a night with you.’

‘Chloe you don't have to feel guilty. It’s understandable to want to have me all to yourself. I mean I am pretty spectacular,’ Y/N chuckled as Chloe shoved her. Y/N grabbed on and pulled her friend in for a hug. It lasted for a moment and then they pulled away as Y/N said, ‘I understand honestly I do but you gotta understand you can't just be rude to him like that.’

‘I know, I know,’ she said meekly, ‘I’m sorry.’

‘It’s okay, I’m just gonna text him okay,’ she said and then I’m going to switch off my phone okay?’

‘Girls only?’

-A/N: requested by @h-a-j-i-m-e-ru

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Pairing: Choi San (ATEEZ) x Fem!reader

Summary: What happens when you have a tiring day and you miss your lovely boyfriend San?

Fandom: Actor, RPF

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Characters: Sebastian Stan, Reader

Word Count: 1000 // Rating: Gen

Summary: Reader and Seb prepare for court

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, Relationship, Sebastian Stan x Reader, Sebastian Stan, Reader Fic, Flirting, Established Relationship, Kisses, Kissing, Teasing, Cleavage, Tease, Requested Fic, Request, Prompt List, Mornings, Morning Love, Morning Kisses, Bed,

Notes: here lovely xx

Request @h-a-j-i-m-e-ru ‘‘i’m not going to kiss you.’‘ ‘‘why?’‘ ‘‘because if i do, i don’t think we’re getting out of bed today.’‘ followed by the character placing a playful kiss on their lover’s mouth as they get out of bed " with Seb🙃💝

Seb was a broken man. Three whole weeks of filming in the blistering July heat had left him broken and baked. Fight scenes were that much harder as the sun-scorched his body which was, unfortunately, leather-clad for most of the time thanks to his new character.

Thankfully, he had managed to score some time off before he was drafted back to finish up the last few odds and ends in the shoot. This was his first day off and though he was looking forward to a lie in it wasn't to be as his body had gotten used to getting up early for shooting and now he had the distinct urge to pee at 6 am in the morning. He clambered out of his empty bed and to the bathroom in a haze before he stumbled back to bed and collapsed on top of it, kicking the scrunched up comforter from under him.

As he did he heard movement from the door and looked up to see Y/N coming in through the bedroom door. She wasn’t paying attention, her head in her morning routine as she put her earrings in and went to her dresser to look for something.

‘Morning,’ he mumbled.

‘Oh, I didn’t know you were awake!’ she said, startled, turning around to smile at him for a moment before she went back to what she was doing. Seb chuckled at her jumpiness as he rolled over onto his elbow, propping himself up.

‘Yeah, not long,’ he yawned.

‘I didn’t wake you up, did i?’ she asked as she fumbled through a bag on her dresser.

‘No, no, my stupid body clock did,’ he said, ‘you look nice by the way.’

‘Oh yeah?’ she said, finishing up what she was doing before she turned around and posed for him, ‘this is what I like to call summer sweaty chic.’

‘Sounds...wet,’ he chuckled as she walked forward and perched on the bed next to his legs, reaching down to slip her shoes on.

‘Oh, it's the most stylish and uncomfortable look I’ve got,’ she chuckled, ‘but I’m in court today and judges and juries don’t see a sundress as professional apparently.’

‘How rude of them,’ he smiled.

‘At least I’m not the only one uncomfortable…’

‘Yeah I suppose being in a room full of uncomfortably warm jurors isn't what you want as a defendant,’ he said, Y/N giggled.

‘Though,’ he said, ‘if you were to wear a sundress it might take the sting out of whatever conviction they get.’

Seb wiggled his eyebrows making her roll her eyes. She started to get up but Seb grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back down. He moved himself up in the bed so they were practically sitting face to face now.

‘Hey, I’m serious,’ he giggled, ‘if you wear a sundress you might end up getting the poor guy off.’

‘Oh yeah?’ she challenged, ‘would you compromise your integrity as a juror if I did this.’ She unbuttoned the button at the top of her shirt and allowed it to gape. Seb's gaze fell on her chest for a moment, glancing a hint of some kind of lace before she turned away, causing the material to ruffle and block his view.

‘I’d do whatever you were asking for,’ he smirked as his fingers skittered across her neck until his hand rested on her jaw, his thumb stroking her cheek.

‘Horndog,’ she giggled before falling silent. Their gazes locked for a moment as Seb leaned forward as if he were going to kiss her but Y/N didn’t lean into him and instead with a heavy sigh said, ‘I’m not going to kiss you.’

Seb pulled back perplexed. The flash of a bra and the fact that he hadn’t been home in weeks had been enough to get his juices flowing and he was excited enough that her reluctance flooded him with disappointment.

‘Why?’ he said, sounding a little more dejected than he had planned. Y/N bit her lip as if she was trying to withhold a chuckle.

‘Because if I do…. I don’t think we’re getting out of bed today,’ she said before she leant in and pressed a tender and chaste kiss to his lips before she pulled out of his grasp and stood up.

It took Seb a minute to realise that she was gone and by the time he opened his eyes she was slipping her bag in front of the mirror and redoing the button that she had undone in her flirting.

‘Tease,’ he grumbled as he flopped back on the bed, distinctly aware that his boxers were distinctly tighter now than when he had first woken up.

‘You love it,’ she giggled as she walked to the door, stopping and looking at him for a moment, ‘don’t miss me too much okay?’

‘How about you hurry home and I won’t have to?’

‘Why don’t you just pray the jury doesn't deliberate too long?’ she said with a wink before disappearing out the door. Seb laid in bed for a moment and thought of that kiss before he shook his head and climbed out of bed. If he was going to make it through the day he couldn’t think about her, that kiss or what he’d give to hold ‘counsel’ with her.

35: " I believe I can be of some help here. "

180: “ You have no idea what you do to me. ”

Thank you💝

A Very Bad Week

Fandom: Actor, RPF

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Characters: Sebastian Stan, Reader

Word Count: 1163

Rating: Teen

Summary: Reader is having a very bad week.

Tags/ Warnings: Seb Stan fic, Sebastian Stan Fic, My Writing, Love, Cuddling, Friends, Long Distance Relationship, Travelling, Parted Lovers, Long-Distance Marriage, Work Problems, Illness, Revelations Requested, Kisses, Tickling, Stress, Marriage, Established Relationship,

Notes: here sweetie! xx

Y/N felt the weight of the world on her shoulders. For over a week every day

had seemed to be one bad thing after another and she was sick to the back teeth of it. To make matters worse, her only solace and the only person she wanted to talk to was out of town on business. Seb, her husband. Since everything had been opening back up he had been travelling more and more and it just so happened that his week away coincided with her week of bad luck.

Depressed and annoyed she climbed into bed on Sunday afternoon hoping to avoid the world. She had a bag of chips, her cat, Jasper, and reruns of friends to help her through the day. Around 7pm she fell into a doze and only awoke when she heard movement on the landing outside her bedroom door.

‘Hello,’ she said as she roused, wondering what it was. Suddenly the door burst open and Seb came in laden with suitcases. Y/N’s heart swelled at the sight of him. He wasn't supposed to be home for at least another three days.

‘Hey,’ he said as he dumped everything near the closet door and started to strip. He kicked off his pants and pulled off his shirt quickly, swapping it for a clean one from the closet before he ran and dove onto the bed next to her.

‘Hey yourself,’ she said, pushing herself up to rest against the headboard as he landed next to her and leaned in to capture her lips gently before he gave Jasper a quick stroke and settled in next to her.

‘What are you doing here?’ she asked.

‘Oh thanks,’ he chuckled.

‘No I’m happy you're here, I'm just wondering what happened. It's earlier than planned,’ she said curiously.

‘Well, you sounded fed up on the phone. I was only hanging around for one more interview so I spoke to Ryan and he sorted it so that I could come home early,’ he shrugged.

‘You came home early for me?’ she said with a wry smile.

‘Of course, I did,’ he said as if it were obvious.

‘But I never said anything how did you-’

‘Know that you were having a terrible week?’ he said. She nodded.

‘It’s in your voice babe. Don’t worry I know you didn’t want to bother me with whatever it is but I knew..’ he said with a soft smile.

‘Oh yeah and you’re what?’ she said with a mock challenging tone, ‘you’re gonna fix everything?’

‘Well, I believe I could be of some help here, yeah,’ he said, shifting off back and hovering over her for a moment before he leaned down and kissed her and then in one fell swoop tickled at her sides making her shriek. She couldn't help it his hands and lips roamed her making her giggle and shriek with laughter until she couldn't breathe. Only then did he pull away and lay down on her chest where she accepted him gratefully, her hands going straight to his hair as they lay in silence for a moment just enjoying each other's breathing.

‘Okay..’ she said after a minute, ‘maybe you do know how to fix everything.’

‘Told ya,’ he chuckled before he sighed, ‘but honestly Y/N if you’re having a bad day or week or month you can tell me you know.’

‘I know and if you were here I would. I just don't want to worry you when you’ve got a job to be doing you know? I’m a big girl…’

‘Yeah and you dealt with your problems by going to bed and watching friends,’ he chuckled.

‘It’s a tried and tested coping mechanism!’ she giggled.

‘Yeah...you’re right there,’ he said before he lifted his head off her chest and looked at her. His blue eyes pierced her to her core.

‘What?’ she said.

‘Not to get all serious or anything but...you have no idea what you do to me. What you mean to me. And if you’re going through something bad even if it's just that you get the wrong Starbucks order I want to know. A thousand miles away or not we’re in this together, right?’

‘Right,’ she said with a nod as he dropped his head back down. Her heart thudded against her chest so loud he could hear it and the noise was lulling him to sleep but Y/N couldn’t follow.

She had had a bad week for sure. Things were bad at work and her boss was riding her about everything. Her mom was nagging her about her sister’s birthday trip. Jasper had had to be rushed to the vet when he swallowed a couple of bobby pins she’d dropped. Not to mention she thought she had been dosed with a bout of stomach flu.

But none of that was what was truly bothering her. And the reason she hadn’t told Seb was partly that she wanted to tell him in person.

If she had told him about her boss he wouldn't have batted an eyelid as everyone knew her boss was an ass but he would question why she wanted to be on his good side now.

If she had told him her mom was nagging her about booking a room for her sister's birthday trip he would have questioned her why she hasn't already done it. Even if it was six months away there was no way Y/N would miss her sister's party.

And he would certainly question why she had been so distraught over Jasper getting himself into trouble again. That cat had to be on his 16th life by now all the questionable things he had eaten in the time they had had him much to their despair.

And if she had mentioned her stomach flu he would have worried instantly. Y/N was often as healthy as a horse. Whilst he was afflicted every cold and flu season she skated through unscathed. And she never got an upset stomach unless she was hungover. No...he’d be worried.

No. If he knew she was upset just by talking over the phone there would be no way he wouldn't put the clues together if she told him all about her bad week.

Fandom: RPF

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Characters: Sebastian Stan, Reader

Word Count: 1462 // Rating: Teen

Summary: Seb and Readers plans are dashed again

Tags/ Warnings: Request, Requested Fic, Actor Fic, Kisses, Dancing, Karaoke, Twister, Natural Disasters, Hurricane, COVID 19, Pandemic, Dirty Dancing, Swayze, Fluff,

Notes: Requested by @h-a-j-i-m-e-ru A well-spent weekend at home, like a Saturday night, based on this prompt (we both picked the same power ballad at karaoke so we sang a duet), and that video where he's singing "Hungry Eyes"

Y/N swooped the lipstick across her lips and with that her look was complete. After a quick look at her appearance, she was satisfied and exited the bathroom and walked through to the living room where her boyfriend, Seb, was waiting for her. He was nursing a glass of red wine, though they were due to go out, and looked up at her glumly as she walked in.

‘What?’ she said looking at her outfit. It was a sleek blue dress, perfect for the event they were going to but not too over the top that it outshone his jumper and jeans combo.

‘It’s not you,’ he said, walking over to her and taking in her appearance.

‘What is it then?’ she asked with a frown. Seb took her hand and led her to the adjoining living room of the apartment where he switched on the TV.

It immediately whirred to life and showed the breaking news story that was now happening. A pretty blond newsreader was recording from the safety of a studio as she explained the predicament.

‘We come to you from the WNBC studio to report on the freak weather incident that is currently wreaking havoc throughout the city. The tropical storm now named Hurricane Harriet has stunned meteorologists at its fast appearance over the east coast. It has been thought that this is the result of a non-threatening storm that was noted off the coast of Puerto Rico. Hurricane Harriet descended over the horizon less than an hour ago and is moving remarkably fast. It is expected to hit the city within the next couple of hours and experts have dubbed it as severe. Residents of the city are encouraged to stay at home. If you have a disaster or pet plan please start using it now. Memorise your evacuation routes but only use them if absolutely necessary. In the event of electricity, shortages try and have a battery-powered radio to hand. Stay indoors until it is safe to come out and contact the emergency services if in need.’

Seb flopped down on the couch with a sigh. Daisy sunk down next to him with a frown as the weather lady continued with her warnings.

‘I guess the party is off then,’ she said.

‘Seems like it,’ he agreed. He slung an arm around her and she cuddled into his side as they watched the destruction unfolding in front of them in their city. This storm had come from nowhere and Y/N’s friends' art show was now a distant memory. Any other time Y/N wouldn’t have been really fussed about attending one of these things. Though she loved supporting her friend some art critics were often awful bores. But since the pandemic had hit she longed for the social life she once had. Parties, red carpet events, even just dinners with good friends. Though a night in with Seb was nice they’d had a whole year of just the two of them watching a movie inside with nowhere to be. She was ready for some fun.

Seb too seemed to be in the same mind frame as her and seemed just as dejected as she felt. Y/N made an executive decision. She wasn’t going to dwell on the night that could have been, she was going to enjoy herself no matter what. She clambered up off of the sofa and pulled Seb up with her.

‘What’s going on?’ he chuckled as she pulled him towards the kitchen.

‘We are not dwelling on the outside situation,’ she said as she handed Seb his glass of wine off of the counter. She poured herself a glass as well and the pair raised it in a toast.

‘To making the most of it,’ she said.

‘To getting hella drunk,’ Seb chuckled.

3 HOURS LATER

They were two bottles of wine deep and in the full swing of a two-man party. They had had a game of drunk twister. Had a dance party and were now setting up their PlayStation for a karaoke session. Y/N was struggling though to make it past the menu screen. Seb chuckled and clicked through the menu to the album list.

‘What do you wanna sing?’ he said as he scrolled down the extensive list.

‘I don’t know…,’ she said. She was laying on the floor having given up after drunk twister.

‘What about islands in the stream?’ he said. Y/N shook her head, causing her hair to rough up against the rug. Seb chuckled at her distressed mane.

‘Every woman?’ he said. She shook her head again. She tried to climb up off the floor but struggled, forced to roll onto her front and get onto her knees. As she tried to clamber up it seemed the pair of them were struck with the same idea.

‘Hungry eyes-’

‘Hungry eyes!’ they said simultaneously.

She stood as Seb sorted out the song choice and picked up the microphone. Y/N started dancing as the song started out and Seb started singing. Though it wasn’t a duet it didn’t stop her chiming in from time to time with harmonies. Soon enough she was on him, holding him by the waist as if they were in dirty dancing and learning the signature steps. Seb chuckled raucous as she danced along with him.

Unfortunately, the song was too short and it faded out soon enough. Seeing this as an opportunity, Y/N made her way into the kitchen to get another glass of wine. With a quick flick of the controller, Seb started up the next song and waited for his beau to come back. The song started slowly and Y/N was so focused on her glass of wine when she entered she didn’t notice what it was until it started growing louder.

I’ve...had...the time of my life,

And I owe it all to you-

Y/N squealed with excitement when she realised what he had picked. They sang too loudly and giggled throughout but they didn’t care. As the rain hammered down against the windows they tried to recreate their Grey/Swayze moment with somewhat success. Y/N roared with laughter as Seb danced around their apartment allowing his hips to lead his dance moves. Y/N allowed him to spin her around like Baby though her drunken state didn’t take to this too well and she immediately went dizzy and he had to catch her to stop her from falling.

As the song reached its crescendo she left his arms and he wasn’t sure what to do or what was happening. The glint in Y/N’s eyes was unnerving as she reached the edge of the lounge. Before he could realise what was happening she was moving towards him at breakneck speed. He barely had time to open his arms as she leapt, her blue dress fluttering behind her. He caught her somewhat successfully though he stumbled and the pair fell gently to the ground, cushioned by Seb’s bum.

She fell on top, their heads clattering together with a thump.

‘Ow,’ she said as she rolled off of him and laid next to him on the rug. Seb chuckled as he rubbed his forehead. He turned to look at her. She seemed out of it, stunned by the collision, but she smiled at him pie-eyed.

‘You okay?’ he said pushing her messy hair out of her eyes.

‘Yeah,’ she hiccuped ‘sorry for the collision. Thought I could stick the landing.’

‘Evidently,’ he laughed ‘seems we’re less Swayze and Grey and more...more-’

‘White chicks,’ she giggled.

‘We should have done some break dancing,’ he chuckled.

‘We nearly got there with the twister,’ she giggled her laugh faded for a moment as she said, ‘you know what...I know we've been stuck in for the better part of the year but tonight's been really good-’

‘I agree even if we’ve been stuck in,’ he said, ‘in another national disaster.’

‘Now, enough with the soppy,’ she said, moving off of the floor.

‘What? Another game of twister?’ he said. She moved onto her knees and straddled him, leaning down to give him a sultry kiss.

‘Something like that,’ she winked.

𝘛𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦 {Good Morning}

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: Bucky comes home and reflects on his love for you. I will love you unconditionally, And there is no fear now, let go and just be free

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: Bucky x Reader

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 900

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Soft smut, cockwarming, 18+

A/N Based on the ask above, Katy Perry's Unconditional was playing when that popped up and this happened. Song lyrics italicized throughout . 

𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘢’𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 (𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵)

I'll take your bad days with your good. 

Unconditionally, I will love you unconditionally. 

Whenever things get bad, when something reminds of before, your voice slips into his mind. Those words replaying, chasing out the intrusive thoughts that plagued him for so long. A hidden oasis that sustains him through his darkest days. Days that are few and far between now.  And now he’s home. Finally home after another long mission, from you with only your voice and pictures to guide him through the nights. 

Moving quietly across the bedroom, he crosses over to the window, opening the heavy lilac curtains. The crisp early dawn, an array of pinks, oranges and blue filters through the frosted window, illuminating the room, catching specks of dust in the air. 

Your face glowing in the light, the blanket pulled up to your chin, one arm flung above your head.Hs eyes move down your sleeping fast, over the captivating rise and fall of your chest, the outline of legs barely visible under the thick comforter. 

People often asked  him what he liked about this century. He had a response that flowed off his tongue, well rehearsed that appeased the outside world. His honest answer was something he kept for himself. That here, in this house, this room, this bed with you. This was-is his favorite place to be, his favorite person to be with. No amount of change or technology has ever impressed him as much as you have. 

There is no fear now, let go and just be free. 

Request: So after coming back from the blip, everything was different… There was no one who was close enough to Bucky, but as time went on, after many failed attempts with online dating, he finally meets someone (reader). They eventually start seeing each other and he’s able to get a little of that calm that he so much wishes for, but as Bucky and reader are spending a very sweet and intimate morning, Sam Wilson makes his unpleasant entrance as he goes to Bucky’s apt after texting him about new leads on some crime)

This is so sweet omg thank you @h-a-j-i-m-e-ru​ my darling!!

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It always amazes Bucky how quickly life can change.

He finds himself, for the first time in over seventy years, laughing into the bottle of Tiger beer he’s brought up to his lips. He nearly spills half of it out over the already sticky table of the Chinese restaurant. For a moment, as he glances over at you with crinkles in his eyes, he almost looks like the poor, lost boy who sat at the pub with Steve all those years ago, laughing into his drink and pretending, for one moment, he was just a dumb kid from Brooklyn again. 

But then you throw a piece of broccoli at him with your chopsticks in mock disgust, continuing on your story about how your co-worker had managed to spill a whole bowl of tomato soup on your boss, and he finds himself staring into your eyes again. He drops his fork back down onto the half eaten Chow Mein on his plate, stomach still not quite used to eating normal food again. Placing his metal hand as a fist under his chin, he sighs in contentment just to watch you speak, the blur of other eaters fading into the back of his mind, not realising, for once, that he was so calm in your presence, his brain wasn’t surveying for any nearby threats.

It amazes Bucky even more, how quickly you can bring some of that life back.

Before he even knew it, the plates were gone, and he was promising to take you dancing. He nearly forgot himself, gloved hand shooting over his mouth. Chiding himself for being so silly, for letting his age getting to him - who on Earth goes dancing anymore? But you had glanced at him with surprised eyes - god, he thought, he could drown forever in those eyes - and quivering lips that finally burst into laughter at his terrified expression. 

‘What, is my face that funny doll?’

‘You did look like you were about-’, you manage to choke out between laughter, ‘-about to pass out on me there. Dancing, what are you, ninety?’

‘106, actually’, he states, taking a swig of the last drop of his beer and finding his chest deflating at the same time. For a moment, he just looks down at the tablecloth, fingers picking at the slightly off-white threads that poke out from underneath his crumpled napkin. How could he have ruined another relationship? Things had been going so well, for weeks, and for the first time in his life, with you, he had felt like himself again. Like James. Like Bucky. But just like everything, he had to destroy it. First Steve, then Sam. Sometimes he thinks he should just never talk again - just go hide and pretend he wasn’t a man completely lost. Both in time, and within himself. 

His eyes suddenly break open again, snapping the cogs out of their self-depreciative spin when he feels your hand crawl over the back of his leather gloves. He shivers, his skin so sensitive due to years of lack of touch, that he can feel the warmth radiate from your fingers as you tug his off from the table. He dares to glance at you, and he finds himself shuffling with awe in his seat when he finds you staring right back, a smirk tugging at your lips.

He dares to bump his pinkie against yours, breath hitching as you dare further and pull his fingers apart, intertwining them with yours one by one. Finally, as he wrapped his fingers even more tightly around the back of your hand, he could feel your palm slide against him. He wished, just for a moment, that he could have a mask back on. It would allow him to hide the blush that burnt like fire against his cheeks. So he could hide the fear in his eyes, his heart thumping both at your touch, but also with the fear the metal might clench out of his control, arm starting to tremble at the thought of ever hurting you with who he is. Instead, he coughs hoarsely, tapping his foot and ducking his chin, trying to hide his head from you.

‘I knew we were gone with the blip for a while, but I didn’t realise we’d been gone THAT long. No wonder all my joints hurt.’

You break the silence, allowing Buck a moment to just enjoy the way you were reaching for each other across the table. Just a moment for the two of you to feel like a normal couple. Kidding with each other. Going dancing. In love. As he began to chuckle back, the two of you trying to stifle your giggles as the older couple from the table over throw you a harsh glare, he feels like his heart is about to burst out of his chest.

It’s wonderful.

‘So’, he sighs blissfully, almost climbing over the table now to be as close to you as humanly possible. His breath is warm as he lifts your hand to kiss your knuckles, and he hums lowly as your fingers twitch within his. You can see something, some dark and sultry and completely overtaking need, want, desire, love in his eyes as he looks over at you.

 ‘Still want to dance, or are we too old?’

~

A few months later, Bucky has got the ring in his pocket.

It was the most like him he had felt since the war.

He had it all planned out. A day out to visit Coney island, taking you to all the hidden spots, and dragging you onto all the rides Steve had refused to go on last time (although, to be fair, the mix of tall rides and too many hot dogs had made him very ill.) Then he would take you out to club the two of you had first danced at. He could imagine it now, closing his eyes and just breathing the morning in. Your hand held against his chest as he cups it with his larger ones. Your head tucked into the side of your neck, his hand tight, fingers digging into your hip as he tries not to hyperventilate. As the song stops, he would step back, taking a last shaking breath as you glance up at him in confusion, but he would only let out a teary, wobbly smile before dropping down onto one knee and-

Buzz.

Bucky groans, thumping one of his arms over his eyes, and flipping his phone over on the bedside table with the other. Once he finishes grumbling to himself, he kicks his feet out from the bottom edge of the duvet, trying not to rustle too much and wake you up from where you’re lying asleep, cheek smushed against his naked chest. His mouth stretches open in a yawn, eyes staying shut to stop the honey sun of the early spring morning greyness from catching his eye, a slight, angry breeze buzzing and caressing against his midriff.

Buzz. Buzz.

‘Sam’, he grumbles out, ‘I’m busy.’

He’s about to let himself fall asleep again - pulled into the sweet dreams, intoxicated by you. It was a blessing, really. Every night you stay with him, he finds his nightmares don’t plague him - he doesn’t wake up once. Before he can drop, he feels two warm lips press a sloppy, sleepy kiss against his abdomen.

‘If you don’t answer, he’ll just keep going. Plus, as much as you want to grump, it’s probably important.’

He huffs as he shuffles down the bed, until his head hits yours. He folds against you, head leaning into the dip of your neck, but as he wraps his leg back over your own, you can feel him smile against his skin. 

‘I’m sorry doll, I didn’t mean to wake you up.’

Your cheeks raise slightly as you glance down, catching your boyfriend staring up at you with wide, wonderous eyes, as if you had placed every star in the sky. As if he were about to drown, and you were the only thing he was still gripping on to. 

‘Hmmm it’s okay, you didn’t. I thought we could try your mom’s old pancake recipe today.’

He groans happily as you start to card your fingers through his hair, and he snuggles closer into you. You giggle, his thighs cold and bare against your own as he leans over and pins you to the bed. For a moment, you’re breathless, his chest pressing against your own. Then you hear Buck groan, hands tight against your hips as he raises himself up, putting pressure on his forearms so he doesn’t press his whole weight onto your front. His thighs squeeze your legs closer together, slightly lifting your hips up towards his own as his fingers ghost over your neck. After a moment of just gazing at you, wishing that he could live in this moment forever, he dips his head and presses quick kisses up your chest, before finally sliding up to meet your lips.

He intertwines your hands, pinning them to either side of your head before he begins speaking.

‘Maybe’, kiss, ‘we can’, kiss, ‘stay here’, kiss, ‘and just’, kiss, ‘do this’, kiss, ‘all day’.

Before you can respond, the sound of thumping footsteps begin to echo around the walls. The two of you suddenly pull your heads apart, chests still pressed together, but a confused look on both of your faces as you turn, in sync, to stare towards the door.

Three fast raps on the door is all that precedes the sound of wood splintering.

 Bucky only sighs against your cheek.

‘You weren’t answering your phone, and this is an emergency!’, Sam calls out as his shoulder pushes the remains of Bucky’s front door out of the way and steps into the living room.

‘I think that’s your call to go’, you say, giggling at the look of absolute despair and annoyance that clouds your boyfriend’s face. You push his shoulder and his arm folds, flopping his body heavily so he’s resting by your side. Instead of moving though, he only mutters a few low (you can’t make out much of the spewing things he mutters, but you did catch ‘stupid bird’ and ‘help, my ass’ from the mess) things into the mattress, and places his arm around your waist.

You’re about to say something, but then you hear a foot kicking the bottom of your bedroom door.

‘I am not coming in there Cyborg. It’s time to go.’ You can hear Buck’s partner pace around the rest of the apartment, a few dry laughs as he pokes a few trinkets, a few sea shells the two of you had collected on your first date, around on the kitchen top table in glee.

Buck rolls onto his back as he shouts back through the door, ‘I already have plans Sam!’

‘Yeah, and now you have new ones!’, you hear echo through the wood, the impatience evident in Sam’s voice. ‘Now can you get off your ass, please!’ 

The two of them seem to sigh at the same time.

You have to press a hand to your mouth, biting your lip to try and stifle the laughter that threatens to bubble out at the look Buck throws you.

‘Go on fossil, I’ll be here when you get back. It might be nice to nap without you stealing the duvet, for a change.’

He chuckles, shaking his head lightly. He runs his thumb over the love bite he had left on the side of your neck last night, his touch firm but just gentle enough that you sigh into his touch. Pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand, you feel a swell of pride rise in your stomach as you shove your boyfriend off of the bed and onto the floor, Sam full on laughing from outside at the sound of Buck’s butt hitting the panelling with a thud. 

The tips of his dishevelled hair appear from over the side of the bed, stubble in a faux frown as he stares over at you.

I love it💌💕💕💕 it's perfect!

Lil Seb’s Long Day

Fandom: Actor, RPF,

Pairing: Sebastian Stan/Reader

Characters: Sebastian Stan, Reader

Word Count: 602 // Rating: Explicit

Summary: Seb comes home. 

Tags/ Warnings: S*x, S*xual conduct, established relationship, love, partners, long-distance relationship, request, requested fic, sebastian stan x reader, reader fic, kissing, hugging, sleepy s*x, late night, covid, covid restrictions - just joking he's in America lol, pandemic, travel, 

Notes: Request @boredtaurus9 -  hi there :D Could I ask for an AU with Sebastian Stan? Thank you <3 // • Person A teases Person B about getting sleepy after having sex. As B is falling asleep, the last thing they say is "I'm going to marry your idiot ass"

Y/N was in heaven. After six long weeks of no human contact, thanks to COVID restrictions, she was now reunited with her love Sebastian. And he had wasted no time reconnecting. 

‘Oh god,’ Seb said from above her. His breath was hot and wet against her neck as he moaned. Every inch of him was on her, electric and hot. She could feel the excitement building inside her threatening to spill over at any moment. Seb too was close, she could tell. Instinctively, her hands went to his hair, knotting in his thick locks. Her mouth searched for his as she felt a wave coming ever closer. 

‘I’m gonna-’ she said though it was broken by a moan as she came hard and fast around him. Seb said nothing but kept going, faster now as she came down from her high. Her legs were weak against him but she kept her fingers knotted against his scalp, tugging slightly. That was enough to break him. He spilled out inside her, panting and groaning in her ear as he rode the aftershocks out. His movements slowed and he slipped out of her. His blue eyes found hers in the low light and he leant down to kiss her softly.

‘Welcome home baby,’ she chuckled. Seb smiled and rolled off her. He lay on his back for a moment, spent whilst Y/N shimmied out of the bed so she could nip to the bathroom. When she returned she found him laying in the same position, his arm out to his side waiting for her return, and his eyes closed. She threw on a shirt from the floor and climbed in beside him, snuggling into his chest as close as she could. She had missed him so much. 

‘That was quite the return present,’ she giggled. Seb didn’t respond. She looked up and saw his eyes still closed and then noticed the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. She nudged him and his eyes flew open. 

‘What?!’ he said startled. 

‘Nothing,’ she chuckled, ‘just wondered how you aged 30 years over the past 6 weeks?’ 

‘What are you talking about?’ he said with a yawn. 

‘Nothing...I just remember a time when you would be ready for round two by now,’ she giggled. Seb looked at her with a scowl. 

‘Woah, no hate. Lil seb is just as ready as he ever was.’

‘Lil Seb?’ she giggled. 

‘On average? No. Within the scale of me yeah, Lil.

‘Okay, okay,’ she chuckled, ‘my point was that maybe Lil Seb is a lil older now. And gets sleepy after-’

‘Don’t worry your head sweetheart. It’s just that Lil Seb has been through 12 hours of travelling, that’s all,’ he said. 

‘Never stopped Lil Seb before,’ she goaded. 

‘Lil Seb can leave again if he’s not appreciated,’ Seb said raising an eyebrow.

‘Okay okay,’ she said holding her hands up. Seb’s eyes were now closed but he smiled as she spoke. 

‘You’re lucky I love you otherwise you wouldn’t be seeing Lil Seb for a very long time,’ he mumbled. 

Love the way you write!

Request: can you do a bucky fic where reader catches him awake in the middle of the night and fighting off some of his troubles? like maybe bucky resists any type of consolation until he finally succumbs. i am open to any of your ideas/own interpretation! thank you!! <3

Yes I can thank you!! Also Mr Barnes it’s been seven years and I am still looking respectfully 👀 

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(The lyrics are Moonlight Serenade by Glenn Miller/ Frank Sinatra (we’re just going to pretend this version came out at the right time aha), and I got them from Google!)

You haven’t heard this song since that night in 1943. Since the night he proposed. Since the night he left. Since the night you lost your Bucky.

‘The stars are aglow and tonight how their light sets me dreaming.’

It takes you a moment to see in the darkness of the little New York Apartment you and Bucky had managed to scrounge up the money to pay for. It certainly needed some work, and sometimes you missed that smell of antiseptic and apple pie - that warmth familiarity of Bucky patching Steve up after a fight with one hand, and trying to copy his mom’s old recipes as a treat for when you got home from work in the other. This place only smelt of car fumes, and a certain stench of must and old pine that was just a sucker punch to the stomach every time you entered. Every time the two of you were reminded how stranded Steve had left you. Buck had tried to cook for you, once, a couple of weeks ago, but you had come home to find him sitting slouched, crying, on the kitchen tiles as he sobbed out how his mind couldn’t remember the measurements his mom had written down. But it didn’t matter, you think as you finally spot the sound of the noise. Wherever and whenever you had Buck, you were home. Even if everything needed work, it was worth it.

The record player swirls slowly from its spot on the kitchen counter, languid in its spinning as the familiar notes bounce around the confining walls and fill the place, and the city, with its warm jazz. At this time of night, there’s little to compete with the rippling trumpets, or the baritone voice - just the faraway sound of car horns and the jagged breathing of something coming from the fire escape. For a moment, you jump, forgetting yourself, forgetting you weren’t trapped in Hydra anymore. And then your heart starts to drop as you untangle yourself from the blankets, getting up from where you were holding your fiancée on the floor, to spot his sitting with his back to you. His eyes are gone. You don’t know how you can tell, solely just from the rise and fall of his naked back. You just know him too well, you suppose.

He’s gone from you, at the moment, eyes glazed with a faraway mist as he looks down at flashing, neon lights and dirt-tramped streets of the city he used to know like the back of his hand. But he’s not there either. No, his mind has wandered away with the song, memories allowing him some reverie by thinking back on that day. On you. A warm glow flashes through his eyes, a smile threatening to twitch at the corners of his lips as he pictures you, the love of his life, hand intertwined with his. He had sobbed against your lips that night, forehead pressed tightly against yours as he gazed at you with terrified eyes, drinking in every feature of your face as if he knew it would be the last time he would see it. If he was going to die, he wanted to make damn sure that the last thing that ever passed his mind was you. He could die happy then, knowing that he had been given one proper, good thing in his life, feeling safe in the memory that he had loved it well. That he would go knowing he would love you forever. You pretend not to feel him shake in your grasp as you dig your fingers into your shoulder, pulling him tighter against your chest and whispering sweet nothings into the dance hall, the thought of him leaving the next morning plaguing your every thought.

‘My love, do you know that your eyes are like stars brightly beaming?’

He could barely get the words out that night, he had to mouth them against your lips and hope, his silly, foolish hope, that you would agree to marry a man who was being shipped of the next day. He just needed to go knowing that he was yours, thinking the last twenty five years you had spent joint at the hip would sway you towards the sentimental and you would agree to let him be yours, even if only for a day. It didn’t matter, he knew, as his lips trembled against your own, clenching his eyes shut to try and stop the tears spilling down as you nod your head vigorously. It didn’t matter how long you had in this life, he would be yours forever.

‘I love you, doll. I love you so much it hurts.’

‘Don’t you know I love you the same, Buck?’

He doesn’t feel you come up behind him, placing your hands on his back. Every muscle seems to be jumping out of his skin, skin flush and like a furnace to the touch, but you just wrap your arms around his waist and pull him against your back. Glancing round to see your Bucky’s face, his stubble tickles your cheek as you sigh. He’s still puffing out breath into the cold night’s air, eyes glossy and wet and by grief, filled with so much pain and love and fear that it breaks your heart. 

‘I bring you and sing you a moonlight serenade.’

Then he remembers falling. Feeling weightless in the water, gazing up at the blanket of grey sky above him, at peace in the knowledge that you were here with him, your picture still tucked into his jacket and your face the only thing he saw when he looked up at the sky, at the stars. When he finally closed his eyes, and let himself drift away to you. Then he remembers the pain. The pain of remembering you while he was tied down to that chair, jaw clenched and lips threatening to spill his sobs as they punished him for remembering you, again and again and again and again, until the end, he buries you into a pocket of his mind he hopes Hydra can’t touch. He remembers the plea that used to fall from his lips as they hit him, the tremble in his fingers once he woke up and realised that he, that James, that the Winter Soldier was holding a gun against the head of someone he had never even seen before. Not in his lifetime. But he does what he’s meant to do, what he’s told to do, finger pulling the trigger as some thought twitches at the back of his mind, telling him to keep going. To always carry out his missions, saving the world, saving you.

He doesn’t feel your lips brush against his forehead as he begins to gasp now, almost fighting back against your touch. But you only reach out to steady him, grabbing his biceps as you swing yourself over the barrier to kneel down in front of him, fingers tight as he finally starts to settle himself again. You reach up slowly, careful not to startle him away from whatever pain is haunting him, and brush his hair away from his damp forehead. You don’t miss the way he subconsciously drops his head towards your touch, the almost inaudible sigh of relief that brushes against your nose.

He finally starts to remember himself, remember where he is, eyelashes fluttering open and closed quickly. He nearly bursts into tears right there and then when he spots you, wide eyed and obviously shivering from the cold in front of him. 

‘Buck. Buck - James. It’s okay, we’re okay. You’re here with me, not back there. It’s alright.’

‘Sweetheart-’, he starts, squirming within himself as he scrambles closer to you. ‘A-are you real? You’re really here?’

‘Of course I am, Buck. I’m never leaving you. Never again.’

For a moment there’s a comfortable silence, a knowing moment of trust and understanding between the two of you, before you tug on his metal arm. He gives it to you willingly, the only person he’ll allow to touch the metal without feeling revolted with himself. You pull gently at his fingers, silently pleading for him to unfurl his fists. His breath shakes, knowing it was the same way you had brought him back to himself that day Helicarrier when he had been sent to kill you. The cruellest trick fate had ever played on him. He still cried about it in his dreams, eyes strained and throat hollow with screams as he strained against you, trying time and time again to stop his arms from hurting you. To stop himself from drowning just by the thought of you.

You- you were real. You were here, and then he found himself full on sobbing again. You shush him gently, jumping up to pull his hands away from his face, away from where he had shoved them into his eyes to try and stop himself. Yet he only grabs onto his shirt that you were wearing, fingers clenching and fists white as he pulls you down to straddle his thighs. He nestles his head into your neck, pulling you tight into his arms until he couldn’t be sure where he ended and where you began. As if there had really ever been a difference for him, anyway. You brush your hand through his hair, appreciating the little hum of delight he tried to give you as your fingers scrape the nape of his neck. He sniffles against your skin, but he’s alright. He knows that you would do anything for him. Your soulmate, your Bucky.

And Bucky knew, as he held you against him, that he would never let you go again. He knew that he couldn’t pretend he was alright anymore, that somehow and someway he would have to make amends for everything he has done - everything he has put you through. Yet some warm hope fizzled at the bottom of his heart as he felt your engagement ring bump against the goose bumps of his back, knowing he still owed you a wedding as well. 

Requested by @h-a-j-i-m-e-ru​:  I adore your works!!😲💜👏👏👏 Could I request with Jackson Avery using prompts? 15.“Excuse me, but whoever stood you up is a jerk.” 24. “Why don’t you just kiss me already?” 27. “Did I just say that out loud?” thaanks xx

Warning: none

Pairing: Jackson Avery x reader

Note: not my gif! Thank you, it really means a lot! It’s short but sweet. Hope you like it, enjoy! xx

#15 - ‘Excuse me, but whoever stood you up is a jerk.’

#24 - ‘Why don’t you just kiss me already?’

#27 - ‘Did I just say that out loud?’

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‘Hi! It’s Ryan. Sorry I can’t come to the phone right now, but just leave a message after the beep.’

After hearing his voicemail for the third time, you gave up trying. Ryan had asked you out on a date and he told you he’d take you to a fancy restaurant, but now you were waiting for him and he was nowhere to be found. Typical men, always letting you down.

‘Damn it,’ you mumbled to yourself. You groaned loudly and sighed while rubbing your face. You just came out of an 8 hour surgery so being able to go home and go to sleep early almost made it okay that you were stood up.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Summary: A kiss on the forehead can mean many things. Word Count: 800 Warnings: Pining, fluff, forehead kisses (that deserves a warning. They’re powerful) This is not beta-read, so any and all mistakes are my own

I made this gif and I had to write something for it. Enjoy, lovelies!

The first time Bucky kissed your forehead caught you by surprise. It was game night, one of the first times you could remember him really letting loose. The night in was your idea. Things were good between everyone. And hearing him laugh was one of your happiest memories.

summar: you and bucky, during one particularly soft morning, have an honest conversation about your relationship 

warnings: mentions of smut

finally something that isn’t star wars! i was listening to please don’t say you love me by gabrielle aplin and it had me feeling some kind of way so i finished this old draft 

enjoy 

- jamie

Bucky Barnes needed you. He knew that much. 

Not in a I’d probably be okay if you decided you hated me and wanted out way, but in a if you leave me I’ll listen to Whitney Houston on repeat forever and cry way. In the desperate, holding-onto-you-tightly-at-night way. He needed you in the way a plant needed the sun; he thrived with you, he grew with you.

Fandom: Australian Actor, RPF

Pairing: Chai Hansen x Reader

Characters: Chai Hansen, Reader, James Corden

Word Count:  885

Rating: Gen

Summary: Reader and Chai go on the late late show and James has a surprise for them. 

Tags/ Warnings: Talk Shows, James Corden, Late Late Show, Kissing, Talking, Interviews, Flirting, Outing, New Relationship, Established Relationship, Love,

Notes:  These requests are taking me super long due to christmas/new year etc etc. Hope you like them when they’re done 

@h-a-j-i-m-e-ru​ : Hmm🤔🤔🤔 I’ve been thinking… would you write something for Boyd Holbrook or Chai Hansen? You choose… once you’re probably not familiar with any of them and I don’t want to give you too much work😅😋

‘They star side by side in the newest series of the TV show the 100 and have been dubbed fan favourites of the season. All the way from the other side of the world they grace our screens tonight to talk about the next and final season it’s Chai Hansen and Y/N Y/L/N!’ there was a large round of applause from the audience as James Corden waited patiently at his desk for his next guests to appear from backstage. They appeared into the spotlight with bright smiles and a quick wave to the audience as they headed up a couple of steps where they were greeted by James . He shook Chai’s hand and leant in and gave Y/N an air kiss before they got settled on the sofa next to one another and James sat back in his chair ready to interview. 

‘Welcome guys, welcome,’ he said before adding, ‘or should I say G’day.’

‘G’day,’ Chair replied with a chuckle receiving a laugh from the audience. Y/N smiled at him.

‘How are you guys liking it over here on the east coast?’ 

‘It’s good. I love New York,’ Y/N said and Chai nodded.

‘Me too. I mean we spend a lot of time in the states nowadays anyway and of course up in Vancouver.’

‘That’s where the show is filmed right?’ James said. 

‘Yeah,’ Chai replied, ‘but we’re fortunate enough that we get to spend a lot of time here, there and everywhere.’

‘Now, I don’t mean to pry,’ James said with a quirked eyebrow, ‘but you say we quite  a bit here…’ There was an ‘ooh’ from the audience and a quick blush came across Y/N’s face though Chai remained cool and collected, ‘just in general of course.’

‘Oh of course,’ James said. 

‘I mean we spend a lot of time together travelling for work and everything,’ Y/N said. Her gaze was fixed ahead not turning any inch to the right so she couldn’t see Chai’s face. 

‘Which can be difficult I imagine…with friendships and family…and relationships,’ James finished. 

‘It’s not always easy,’ Y/N nodded, still not looking at Chai. 

‘Especially not with rumours flying around too,’ James added in a serious tone.

‘Sure,’ Chai said casually, ‘but we spend a lot of time together because we’re friends and co-workers.’

‘And you seem like great friends… is that all there is to it?’ James asked receiving a cheer from the audience as the question he had been skating around finally came out. 

‘

Y/N smiled and Chai did too and neither of them seemed to be crumbling over James’ & the audience’s pressure. James smiled before swirling his tongue over his bottom teeth and rubbing his chin as if irked his question hadn’t landed like planned. 

‘Okay, okay,’ he said holding his hands up, ‘I can see that you two Aussie beauties are hard nuts to crack but I wondered if there is anything you had to say about this photo?’ 

There was a quick flash on one of the screens as a picture of Y/N and Chai canoodling on a secluded beach back home. Chai was sat on a sand dune in board shorts, his hair wet and hanging limply around his face whilst Y/N was scrunched up in between his legs her hands dancing along his jawline looking longingly. There was a quick transition to the next slide which showed the progression of the encounter where Y/N leaned up and kissed him deeply. There were whoops and jeers from the audience. James watched them both with a smug look plastered across his face. Y/N blushed deep pink and Chai scrunched his eyes up trying to block the moment out but it didn’t work When he opened his eyes everything was still the same but Y/N was waiting for him with pleading eyes hoping he could smooth out this reveal. No doubt their publicists would be backstage flapping about how they could address this exclusive. 

Chai said nothing for a moment and just allowed his hand to travel across the sofa and take her dainty one in his grasp. 

‘Well, I guess that’s pretty hard to argue with,’ Chai chuckled.

‘Yeah, the cat is most definitely out of the bag,’ Y/N said. 

‘So if this a Late Late Show exclusive then?’ James chuckled.

‘I suppose so,’ Chai nodded, ‘what do you say, babe?’ 

‘I say that you’re a little tinker, Mr Corden,’ Y/N said wagging her finger at James.

‘That has been said I’m not going to lie,’ James chuckled, ‘now are there any secrets about the show you want to get off your chest whilst you’re here?’ 

‘Nice try,’ they said in unison. The crowd booed once more. 

‘Sorry guys!’ Y/N said, ‘this is the only story we can give you!’