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Summary: You end up stuck in 1942 without a way to come back, but when you meet the young and charming version of Bucky Barnes, do you really want to go back to the present?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: mentions of cheating, angst, fluff, lack of ‘40s knowledge (more tba)

PART ONE

PART TWO

Hushed whispers surrounded you and Hongjoong as they were picked up by his ears while you were slowly stirring awake. In almost a split second, he rushes to soothe you back into your slumber that you were once in, feeling his soul nearly leave his body by the time that you finally evened out your breaths. 

He then glares sleepily at the 7 other members that were surrounding him on the couch, seeing as though they all held their phones out to take pictures of you both on the couch. Motioning for them to delete the evidence off of their phones with a motion of what was a threat, they all decided to then leave the living room before they suffered both of your wraths by the time you were awake in silence. 

“Are they gone yet?” You suddenly mumble from where your face was buried into his chest, and he jumps a bit before looking at you in confusion as you squinted through the bright surroundings to look back up at him, “They’re not that great at keeping their voices quiet…”

“Sorry for waking you up, sweetheart.” Hongjoong frowns squishing your cheeks into the palms of his hands and you let out a quiet giggle while shaking your head in response, deciding to find purchase on his chest for the warmth as you tried to find dreamland once again. 

Pairing: Medieval AU -Knight!Bucky x Princess!Reader

Sir James is known throughout the lands as the most fearsome and honorable warrior. Ballads have been written about him. Men fear him. He is the most trusted knight of the King Henry. So why has he given up the glories of war and pledged his loyalty to Princess Y/N? 

 Part I // Part II // Part III // Part IV // Part V // Part VI // Part VII // Part VIII // Part IX // Part X // Part XI // Part XII // Part XIII // Part XIV // Part XV // Part XVI // Part XVII // Part XVIII // Part XIX // Part XX // Part XXI & Epilogue

Coronation - One Shot

Mirror - One Shot

A Proposal - One Shot

Charmed - One Shot

Revenge - One Shot

THIS SERIES IS COMPLETE.

Summary: By now you were pretty skilled at recognising players, but for some reason you just couldn’t fucking stay away from them.

Pairing: College/Biker!Bucky x y/n

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Language, smut references

Author’s Note: Inspired by an anon request :) 

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It was your last year of college, and you were determined to have some fucking fun already.

First year was just stress, nerves and crying. Second year was just lounging in your room with Nat, complaining about how you didn’t have social lives, but doing absolutely nothing to remedy it.

Now the two of you had your own apartment, and you were so ready to make up for lost time.

Summary: Your older sister is getting married, but that means you need a date for the wedding. You end up asking Bucky with no other option. In order to appease your overbearing parents and sister, you end up needing to fake being in a relationship with Bucky in order to make things go smoothly. Except there’s one problem - you have a crush on him, and it’s a recipe bound for disaster - but the wedding must go on.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 4,412

Warnings: language, mention of overbearing family, Bucky being kind of a little shit

A/N: hey everyone, here’s my newest series from a prompt from @caplanbuckybarnes writing challenge, “Will you be my date to the wedding?” this series will most likely be four parts, but I may extend to five just for fun if y’all want. I’m really excited for this one as it has some of my favorite tropes lol. as always, let me know if you want to be added to or removed from my tag list or want to send me any requests! please feel free to talk to me about my fics or anything in general, I love talking to y’all! I hope you enjoy 💜

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          It’s a Tuesday afternoon when that fateful little envelope finds its way to you.

         “Mail time,” Steve announces, stepping off the elevator into the kitchen, a pile of mail tucked under his arm. He places the pile on the counter, and begins sorting through it, making separate small piles for the others. “Let’s hope it isn’t all spam mail.”

         “Where does your fan mail go, then?” you ask idly, helping him sort through the pile as you sit on the kitchen stool. Some of it seems just like bills or business letters for everyone here, including you – which you are surprised at. It’s kind of a hidden fact that you are living here, after all – you are just a standard civilian and not some hero. You just happen to be best friends with Wanda. You suppose there are people out there with enough connections to find that out, as strange as it is.

         “Ah, that’s a whole separate box,” Steve replies, flopping a magazine onto Sam’s pile. “It’s sent over to a storage unit before I sort through it.”

         You snort. “I’m surprised you don’t have two units, then.”

         He shrugs. “I read all of it, and keep record of them all as best as I can. It’s a lot of work, but it’s worth it. If you’re ever really bored, you can come with me to the unit one night and you can help.”

         “Sounds good to me,” you reply. “I like writing and organizing. It’s part of my job.”

         Steve thumbs through the last few letters, and pulls out one, pausing to read the fancy lettering. “Hey, this one seems genuine. A letter for you, from your sister.”

         You pale as you see the small white envelope, your sister’s over-the-top cursive listing your address on the letter, the ornate stamp placed in the corner. You can even smell your sister’s perfume on it – and that’s not a good sign. Although she’s over the top in general, you know that these are too many steps above for just a regular letter.

         “Oh, no,” you mutter, slowly opening the letter, seeing the gold leaf lining. You reach in, pulling out the white lace invitation. You pull on the satin bow holding it together, revealing what you were hoping not to see for another few days. You are not mentally prepared for this.

Summary: Pretending to be in a relationship with Draco Malfoy to get back at your ex might have not been the smartest idea you ever had. Especially during your last year of Hogwarts where you should be focusing on exams and your future plans. However, you were just pretending. There was no way in hell you could actually catch feelings for someone like Malfoy. … Right?

CHAPTER 10 CHOOSE ME INSTEAD - MASTERLIST

A/N: Dumblr had some issues with the tagging system and a lot of people didn’t get tagged for some reason. I hope it works today though! Once again: THANK YOU FOR ALL THE AMAZING SUPPORT! OMFG I LOVE YOU ALL TO DEATH! Seriously, ilysm! I’m so happy you like my story <33 Also have fun with some ANGST ^^

Words: 5.8k Pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!Reader, post war Warnings: blood, description of wounds, mentions of suicide, panic attacks, anxiety, a lot of angst my loves

“Draco?”

It was nothing more than a whisper. You stood frozen in place, staring at the bathroom door. Your heart was beating so hard in your chest that you were scared it would jump out any second now. Every breath that left your lungs trembled, showing the panic you tried to swallow down so badly. It was an eerie feeling – standing here in their empty room. The water of the Black Lake illuminated the room in a soft green light. You blinked and wondered if the shadow behind the glass had been just a figment of your imagination.

You cleared your throat. “Draco?”

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pairing : mingi x you 

word count : 5.2k 

themes : romcom & mafia.

song suggestion : yours — chanyeol ft. changmo & lee hi ( raiden )

it was now the day of the christmas dinner (technically christmas was a few days later), the house was getting decorated in various colours of the holiday. red, green and white garlands hung of the balcony and flowed into the floors of the living room. a large christmas tree sat in the middle of the living room, so tall that it almost touched the roof.

but away from such extravaganza, there was the private family room where a medium-sized tree was positioned near the fireplace, throw pillows and blankets decorated the place. the aroma of pies and sweets wavered in the air, his family were wearing fancy clothes in the colours of the holiday to show their spirit.

you had nearly forgotten that they were a mafia, maybe it hadn’t even crossed your mind that you’ve been living with the mafia for about 3 weeks now. you had been so engrossed with them, you didn’t care about what labelled them. as everyone was getting ready, so were you and mingi.

you were wearing an emerald dress with a sweetheart neckline, the colour had reminded you of the dress mingi had picked out for you when you first met his family. you liked the colour so you opted for a similar style, leaning over the bathroom counter you brushed on some shadow over your eyelids.

from the corner of your eye you saw him walk in, dressed in a jet black tux with almost general like badges and chains hung on it. his red hair hovering over his eyes as he looked at you and smiled, holding two colours of ties, black and emerald.

“that one,” you pointed at the black fabric, he stepped next to you and watched you adorn yourself. a smile never leaving his lips as he watched your every move, you spun on your heels and faced him.

summary: galas and gossip aren’t really your thing. but seo changbin might be. genre: rich kid!au, angst + fluff   warnings: female!reader (i’m sorry), jerk!sicheng (i’m sorry for this one too), swearing word count: 8.2k oops a/n: part of my brain: why did you write so much? another part of my brain: you could have done so much more…

You eyed the gold-tipped white rose in the vase in front of you and wondered, not for the first time that night, what the difference was between classy and gaudy. The roses were gorgeous, of course. And you were pretty sure it wasn’t real gold. Probably.

You were happy for your mom, you really were. The man she was marrying was so clearly head over heels for her, it made your chest hurt to watch. He was kind-hearted and funny–and rich beyond belief.

And that, really, was the problem.

You were not from a wealthy family and everything about the wedding made you feel out of place–from the gold-tipped roses to the live string quartet to the guests in their designer gowns and custom tailored tuxedos.

summary: After being sick and tired of your friends trying to set you up, you decide to invent a boyfriend. All goes well until they ask to meet him, that’s were xiaojun the owner of your favourite bookstore comes in

genre: bookstore au, fluff, angst

a/n: this is my first time writing something like this so I’m sorry if this is really bad. I had to include my loves yeri and hwiyoung

Fanfiction is not free. Writers put in crazy hours and effort into every post - plots, outlines, characterisation, editing, everything. Sure, we do it because we want to, but our enthusiasm cannot be one sided.

All of writer Stayblr will tell you this, but smut Stayblr has it the worst. I’ll say it : you guys are here just for the fucks. 

Show us that you’re reading our work, at least. Our follower counts hit wild numbers, but we struggle to hit 30 notes on fics. Fuck, if you like it and have a rec blog, reblog it. Please reblog. And if you reblog, please tell us how you like it in the tags. Give us reactions - in the tags, in the comments, in the reblogs, in our asks, anything. We can’t write 10 fics a month when we don’t even know if you enjoy our work.  

Give us reactions; is that too much to ask? Fuck, we shouldn’t have to beg for it like this. 

Our inboxes are open all day - I know a lot of us seem too intimidating to send casual asks and that’s alright - but there’s not a single ask telling us they liked/disliked a fic. Feedback is important. Reactions are important. Numbers on Tumblr stats don’t matter as much. 

But nope. You don’t bother unless we’re opening requests, and then there’s 20 asks within an hour. It’s almost as though - gasp - you don’t care about us as writers, you’re just here to get off to your pretty idols. 

There’s nothing in our inboxes unless it’s request season, but what happens when we write those requests? How many of you drop back in to tell us you liked what you requested? Or didn’t like what you requested? Fuck that, how many of you ask politely when you request? How many of you drop in a ‘thank you’ after your request is written?

Hell, we’re here just to write fucks as well. But if you don’t care about authors unless your neglect has driven them to deactivate, that’s when you come in with asks telling us our writing isn’t as crappy as your silence makes us think it is. 

And the worst part of it is so many authors fall for that shit, they come back and feed you fucks you don’t deserve and then you stop caring once again until they’re determined to stop writing for good.

Please, for fuck’s sake - give us reactions. If you think a fic is bad or good, if the fic made you feel some particular way. Tell us.

We don’t care about four digit follower counts, we care about that screaming in the tags, the asks telling us what you liked about our fics.

You can’t treat us this way and then complain your dash is going dry. 

Reactions matter. 

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pairing : mingi x you word count : 2.9k                                          themes : romcom & mafia.                            song suggestion : my house — 2PM

you hadn’t heard from mingi in over a week, so you ignored any sentiments on him and concentrated on your job. namjoon had inquired you about the episode to which you brushed off as a simple date.

“oh my god, y/n got herself a date?” namjoon gaped at you petrified, “did hell freeze or what?” you whacked his arm playfully before going back to dry the counters.