I Want Your Number Tattooed On My Arm In Ink, I Swear🎶

                                     DAVID (CONT’D)

                          Even if it could cost me my job. 

                                            JULIA 

           Mmm. Sex with the Home Secretary. It’s a heinous crime. 

They laugh and we pull wide. See them moving under the sheet.

Bodyguard 1x03

Any good Kastle fics you'd recommend to fill the void?

Oh boy oh boy DO I ever, there are soooo many to pick but I just went through my bookmarks on ao3 so here are the links to my favourite completed fics :) 

Blood and Bone -  https://archiveofourown.org/works/14078994/chapters/32436396

Into the Woods -  https://archiveofourown.org/works/13778646/chapters/31671753

Office Space -  https://archiveofourown.org/works/13651653/chapters/31354614

The Bullet You Never Saw Coming -   https://archiveofourown.org/works/8388274/chapters/19217017

Don’t Fear The Reaper -  https://archiveofourown.org/works/12929223/chapters/29545491

You Behave - https://archiveofourown.org/works/13003779

Watch Me - https://archiveofourown.org/works/13382850

Not Pete - https://archiveofourown.org/works/12934935

Pour - https://archiveofourown.org/works/12865695

For Whom There Are No Words - https://archiveofourown.org/works/6488695/chapters/14852386

Loss Like The Sharp Edges of a Knife  -https://archiveofourown.org/works/13273272

Between the Sinners and the Saints - https://archiveofourown.org/works/6756550/chapters/15440989

It’s Not a Date, It’s a Rendez-Vous - https://archiveofourown.org/works/17149889

Heaven Sent the Saints Down (Hell Sent Them Up) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/6299413/chapters/14435479

Don’t Make a Sound - https://archiveofourown.org/works/16029389

Danysdaughter Masterlist

• 19 • she/her • fanfic author • bucky barnes enthusiast • MDNI • POC girl

This blog is mainly for Bucky Barnes

My ask box is officially OPEN TO REQUESTS

RULES FOR REQUESTS:

→ fluff and angst is always allowed

→ any kind of smut is allowed, except the HEAVY bdsm kinda stuff (yeah I am no expert, so don't ask me to write for that freaky business)

→ If you want to request a part 2 to a fic i've already written, please tell me what you would like to see in part 2

→ i will not write anything to do with sexual assault or rape

→ I will not write about cheating (if it has to do with bucky barnes SPECIFICALLY — if it's a past relationship cheating is allowed)

•*⁀➷ I Think I Love You (5.4k words)

— fwb!bucky x new!avengers!reader

— [smut + angst + hurt/comfort + fluff]

you agreed to keep it casual—just sex, no feelings. but when loving bucky in silence begins to break you, walking away is the only thing you can do… even if it destroys you both.

•*⁀➷ Hold Your Breath (6.6k words)

— civil!war!bucky x fem!reader

— [angst + hurt/comfort + smut]

after a panic attack triggers something raw and vulnerable in bucky, a desperate kiss turns into a night of urgent, clothed intimacy where he clings to you for grounding, connection, and humanity.

•*⁀➷ Come Home To Me (14.7k words)

— 40s!bucky x 40s!fem!reader

— [fluff + angst + smut + hurt/comfort]

during the rise and ruin of the second world war, a sharp-tongued brooklyn girl falls for james buchanan barnes—only to lose him to the battlefield, a presumed death, and the silence that follows.

but almost two years later, when the war is long over and the wounds have scarred over, he comes back through your door, proving that some promises do survive the fire.

•*⁀➷ The Soldier And The Vixen (14k words)

— 40s!bucky x 40s!fem!reader & winter!soldier x hydra!reader & post!tfatws!bucky x fem!reader

— [fluff + angst + graphic + hurt/no comfort]

once comrades bound by war and affection, two soldiers-turned-weapons are reshaped into monsters by hydra, their humanity fractured and memories blurred.

now free but haunted, they struggle to untangle love from programming, grief from guilt, and healing from the wreckage of who they used to be

•*⁀➷ Still Yours (9.4k words)

— thunderbolts!bucky x fem!reader

— [smut + angst + hurt/comfort + fluff]

bucky lets his relationship slip into the background for the sake of duty and public image. but when the distance starts to break them, he realizes he’ll do anything to fight for the love he almost lost.

Okay, what happens when I find him? What do you think happens?

You got the James Dean... 🎶

Fantastibulous 💅💅

Fair fight

Tommy Conlon x Reader

Summary: You make sure your sister's abusive ex gets the point this time...

Warnings: mentions of abuse and serious injuries, reader has no mercy for the ex, violence, fluff at the end

You had his attention the moment you loudly entered the gym. Tommy still had good instincts, every source of threat getting on his radar, which left him always hyper-aware of his surroundings.

Wild, searching gaze settled on one of the guys near him and you started to march there. Your body language clearly screaming rage, there was no hesitation to punch the guy in the face the moment he turned to you.

He tried to hit you back but you managed to dodge, not expertly but clearly knowing some form of self-defence. You hit him again, aiming for his nose and the sickening crack could be heard a few feet away too. You definitely weren't going for a fair fight, aiming your strikes to do real damage.

Someone tried to grab you and that's when the subject of your anger caught you off guard. Your head whipped back at the force of the hit but you only blinked a few times in a quick session to shake it off.

After that, your temper only gets worse and you kick high, hitting your target in the face, and sending him down to the floor. The man trying to hold you down also gets a kick but to his knees, making him lose balance as well.

You are on the first guy before anyone else can intervene, hitting where you can while you start to shout at him.

"Not so tough when a girl hits back, huh?"

The comment makes the guys closest to you pause and exchange a look. People started to yell since this whole mess began but there was a moment of stunned silence after that.

Tommy doesn't know what made him move, it's not like he cares about much these days but his feet got him to you before he realised what he was doing.

Someone grabbed your hands from behind, pulling you off that asshole like you weighed nothing. Your back is met with a sweaty chest, your arms locked to your front and your legs trapped between his.

You slowly register that he murmurs soft, calming words but your anger is still burning in you.

"Let me go," you demand.

Squirming and trying to get away only results in a stronger hold. When you try to headbutt him, Tommy takes your wrists in one of his hands and catches you by your chin before your head could reach him.

Trapped in his grasp, you have no way to move. He is basically holding you upright at this point. But when your breathing starts to calm, matching his like he tells you and you go soft in his arms he makes the mistake of slowly letting you go after you assure him that that was it.

"Alright, I'm calm."

You move before he could grab you again and kick the son of a bitch in the stomach as he was heaving on his knees, sending him backwards, lying on the floor again and groaning pathetically.

"Stay the fuck away from my sister!"

Tommy is cursing himself as he pulls you back despite your protests.

"No, no, no. I'm done, I swear."

He throws you over his shoulder without a word and after a nod from Colt, he takes you to the secluded office at back.

"Seriously. Put me down!" You hit and kick him, although lightly, not meaning to hurt him. But taking in the guy, you are pretty sure it wouldn't have much effect anyway.

He lets you down, almost dropping you on the chair, eyeing you for a few seconds like one would a wild animal that could attack them. Whatever he sees is good enough to convince him you won't do anything stupid. Again.

He gets down on one knee before you, slowly reaching for your hands, gingerly hooking his fingers with yours, turning your hand to examine your knuckles.

You flinch when he is reaching up to take a look at your bleeding nose and that makes him pause. Finally, your eyes meet and both of you are shocked by the reflection of hidden emotions.

Looking away first, suddenly feeling shy and embarrassed that he, and everyone else in the gym, had seen you so out of it.

He guides your gaze back to him but your eyes are fixed on his full lips instead of his bright eyes while he carefully takes a look at your nose.

He asks you to follow his finger with your eyes and then asks if you feel dizzy or nauseous before gently touching your nose.

"Not broken but it will bruise pretty bad." His voice is soft and you find that the amusement you thought to hear is reflected in his expression. You make the mistake of letting your gaze wander back to his.

He smiles at your gasp, knowing that look and chuckles at your quiet answer.

"Worth it, " you reply to his assessment while he gets a kit and starts to clean up your wounds.

"I'm sure he deserved it but this wasn't a good idea." The tone of the statement and his expectant look told you he wanted to know the reason.

"The cops wouldn't listen to me. He hurt her before, I saw the marks but she always denied it." You sigh deeply, holding back the angry tears that threaten to spill again for the hundredth time today. "They said they'll need her testimony but she is kept in sedation for now..."

You scoff and look away again. Tommy cups your cheek and turns you back, seemingly only to treat take another look at your nose but the soothing brush along your skin tells you otherwise.

He silently encourages you to continue.

"He visited her." You let out a disbelieving laugh. "I saw the flowers and I just lost it. The same flowers he gave her every time after he lost his temper. She took him back every time. I couldn't..."

He stands up, stepping back to walk to the door when he sees the quick panic and the almost pleading look on your face that you surely didn't mean to display. So he graces you with another smile while bends down again and gives you a reassuring squeeze on your shoulder.

"I'll quickly clean up then I'll take you back to the hospital...?" At his unsaid question, you give him your name. Earning another hint of a smile as he repeats your name with what could only be called reverence then he turns to leave again.

"Wait," you call after him, making him face you again. "What's your name?'

"Tommy."

It's your turn to smile, hoping your gratitude shows in your expression.

"Thank you, Tommy."

He nods awkwardly then he steps out of the office, leaving you alone with your thoughts for a few minutes and you wonder how this terrible day could bring something good in your life after all.

ASOIAF meme: 1/4 songs or stories ♦ the Night’s King and his Queen

He had been the thirteenth man to lead the Night’s Watch; a warrior who knew no fear. “And that was the fault in him,” Old Nan would add, “for all men must know fear.”

A woman was his downfall; a woman glimpsed from atop the Wall, with skin as white as the moon and eyes like blue stars. Fearing nothing, he chased her and caught her and loved her, though her skin was cold as ice, and when he gave his seed to her he gave his soul as well. He brought her back to the Nightfort and proclaimed her a queen and himself her king, and with strange sorceries he bound his Sworn Brothers to his will. For thirteen years they had ruled, Night’s King and his corpse queen, till finally the Stark of Winterfell and Joramun of the wildlings had joined to free the Watch from bondage. After his fall, when it was found he had been sacrificing to the Others, all records of Night’s King had been destroyed, his very name forbidden.

“Some say he was a Bolton,” Old Nan would always end. “Some say a Magnar out of Skagos, some say Umber, Flint, or Norrey. Some would have you think he was a Woodfoot, from them who ruled Bear Island before the ironmen came. He never was. He was a Stark, the brother of the man who brought him down.”

Someday...

priorities when choosing a bodyguard