Because I Love You (Part I)

James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes X Reader

Summary: Adley is Bucky’s secret lover. One day, Bucky’s girlfriend shows up on her doorstep, and Adley found herself asking, why is she here? 

Warnings: Angst (?), Cheating, Long Dialogue, Modern!AU
1.7k Words.

Sorry to those who are named Adley! 

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV 

A/N: A scenario I came up with while washing the dishes. Part II will be up soon, and depending on responses it may have a Part 3-4 if you guys want a happy ending. 

Adley heard the bell rang as she stirred her steaming hot cup of coffee. No one should be visiting her at this hour, or rather, no one she know off. Her hands reached out to adjust the hoodie (his hoodie) she wore, allowing it to cover her quite-revealing nightgown. She squinted her eyes when the early Sun shined through the peak of her curtains, but when she opened the door, her eyes grew wide despite the Sun blasting through.

 Two women stood in front of her, one which Adley was very familiar with. The woman’s (y/h/c) framed her face perfectly, her face had a natural glow to it, without any traces of make up on and her eyes, those eyes that should’ve shone malice, reflected pity. Of course the woman was familiar, Adley sees her picture in his phone every time.

 “Hello,” she said, and her voice was so soft yet determined that a wary look washed over Adley’s face, “I’m very sorry for intruding this early but I just wanted to talk, and I mean no harm.”

If it wasn’t for the other woman standing behind her, a redhead who could probably kill with her glare, Adley might’ve found herself giving a retort. Instead, she hesitantly stepped to the side, allowing access to her house.

 It took a solid five minutes before Adley found her voice, “Please, take a seat. Would you both like anything to drink?”

 The woman sitting across her just smiled, shaking her head. Adley noticed how she observed her home, eyes scanning and printing every piece of object in the living room into her mind. The redhead on the other hand, stood in the corner, eyes solely focused on Adley herself. She stiffened in her seat, heart beating unnaturally fast when she noticed the woman’s gaze linger on the photo beside her TV, framed with a lovely walnut finish.

 “Where were you two when you took take picture?”

 Adley took a sharp inhale before swallowing thickly, “Uhm, w-we were at the Carnival.”

 “The one that was in town during February?” She asked and Adley nodded, “He looks happy.”

 A sad smile adorned the woman’s face.

 “Why are you here?” Adley whispered. She couldn’t take the anxiousness engulfing her insides. What was the woman doing here? Why hasn’t she lash out after seeing the picture of her boyfriend with another woman?


“W-What is your purpose here?”

 The woman bit her lower lip, and with the same smile etched on her face, she looked down to her lap. Her hands that fisted her jeans, gripped harder.

 “I assume you know that Bucky’s on a business trip, and won’t be back for two days so I thought this would be the best time to confront you. I’m (Y/n), you should know who I am. And I know who you are.” She started, and oh God, her eyes were staring right at Adley’s, “I’ve been with Bucky for slightly longer than three years, and you came into his life last year. September, am I right?”

 Adley didn’t bother responding, because the information the woman- (Y/n) has, was absolutely correct. The knot in her stomach tightens and Adley found herself impatient because she expected (y/n) to yell anytime now.

 “Don’t worry, I’m not here to start a fight,” (Y/n) said and let out an empty chuckle. She must’ve sensed the tension rising in the room. “I’m here to do the complete opposite, actually.”

 (Y/n) paused, and Adley watched as the woman’s breathing reduce themselves into shaky gasps. In the corner of her eye, the redhead rushed towards (Y/n), kneeling beside her and asking her if she was okay. (Y/n) all but shook her head, and she must’ve told her friend to leave them alone because shortly after, the redhead went outside.

 “I’m sorry about that. As I was saying, I’m here to tell you that I’m leaving Bucky,” (Y/n) stated.

 Adley stared at (Y/n). Had she heard the woman right?

 “E-Excuse me?”

 “I said I’m leaving Bucky.”

 Adley’s mouth hung opened in happiness and horror, she heart drummed knowing her could finally be with James openly but her brain only screamed reasonable questions.

 “W-Why are you telling me about this?” Adley asked. She needed the answer, because the last time she checked, women who found out that they’ve been cheated on don’t usually go up to the other person and have a conversation about it.

 “…because he doesn’t know. And I’m not planning on telling him directly,” (Y/n) said. “I’m not telling him directly because he would do anything to make me stay and as much as I would hate to admit it, I know I would give in to him.”

 “O-Oh, okay. Well, is that… all?” Adley asked, although her gut was telling her that there’s more to this- and it was right.

 “No, actually. I have quite a few things more to say, or rather, a few favours to ask from you,” (Y/n) took a deep breath, her tongue caressing those dry lips of hers before they turned into a thin line.

 “You see, Bucky has never stayed over at your place for the night,” (Y/n) started, but soon added more words when she caught on to Adley’s pained expression.

 “I’m not saying it’s because he doesn’t love you or anything! I-I’m just saying it because I’ve noticed, and I need to tell you that he,” she paused, “often has nightmares. He has it bad, it’s usually about the time when he got drafted into the army. He has it up to five times a week, maybe more. And I need you to make sure when he knows that he’s not alone, that you’re there with him.”

 James never told her he has nightmares, and that fact alone was clawing its way into her insecurity, but Adley nodded stiffly at (Y/n)’s words.

 “He tends to get into fights with Steve, and sometimes he’s the one who’s wrong, but you have to make him apologise,” (Y/n) said and stared at Audley, as if trying to drill this into her brain, “Bucky and Steve are both too stubborn, but they need each other. They’ve gotten this far and this successful in life because they have each other. And when they argue, they tend to forget about that, but you need to remind Bucky, or he’ll regret it.”

 Adley racked her entire mind in search for a memory where James mentioned a guy named Steve, but none appeared. Adley sucked in a short breath and stared at her lap. She’s been with James for almost a year, why hasn’t she heard anything about this best friend of his (Y/n) claimed.

 “In the mornings, right after he wakes up, he’s really, r-really grumpy. He might say things he never mean, but forgive him. It’s because his parents would ignore him when he was younger in the mornings, so he tends to get like that.”

“He needs his morning coffee, and judging by the smell of your house when I entered, you need it too. You probably know this already but he likes his c-coffee with one part fresh milk. Make it for him, make it for him and k-kiss him in the forehead, cheeks and lips for him to, to know that you’re still around and willing to stick with him through thick and thin.”

 No, Adley didn’t know how James liked his coffee, he never drinks it in her house. Maybe it’s because she doesn’t like fresh milk, but all these information got Adley shaking. How much does she actually know about James? And compared to (Y/n)? What was the woman trying to achieve? Is (Y/n) trying to prove that she’s better for James? What the actual hell is she trying to-

 “Uhm, I-I’m sorry, please give me a minute.”

 Adley finally looked up from her lap, and instantly, every single thought about this woman trying to shake her up disappeared. (Y/n) was biting her own lower lip. Her chest was heaving up and down, so quick and shaky, as if she was drowning. He eyes glistened, even in the dim living room and it didn’t take long to tell that the woman’s tears were standing at bay. Adley’s mind replayed (Y/n)’s words and she realised that half way through, the woman sounded like her voice got caught in her throat.

 “B-Bucky actually needs a blanket for him to sleep because,” (Y/n) continued despite all her whimpers, “because he t-thinks that if there’s nothing t-to cover you both, someone will take y-you away from him. H-he will always, always worry that one day you’ll leave… He thinks h-he’s never good enough. A-And you need to be there for him. Tell him, tell him you’ll always be around! K-Kiss his neck, snuggle into him-”

 And Adley watched with tears in her own eyes, the breaking down of (Y/n). The (y/h/c) woman started sobbing, clenching her teeth and gripping her hands so tightly, knuckles all white. Her breaths were inconsistent, sometimes clashing with the gasps coming from her throat. The door opened and Adley saw the redhead rushing towards (Y/n)’s side once more.

 “N-Natasha…” (Y/n) called out.

 Ah, so that was her name. Adley watched as Natasha took (Y/n) into her arms, patting (Y/n)’s hair and nodding her head to whatever (Y/n) throws at her.

 “Why am I so weak? N-Natasha why? I’ve used up my entire life,” she hiccuped, “my entire life to build a wall too keep t-this kind of situation away! I didn’t want to end up like my mom so why… Why? Why? Why?”

 It was then Adley understood the pity that was reflected in (Y/n)’s eyes before. It wasn’t for Adley, no, it was for herself. Watching (Y/n) trashed about in the arms of Natasha, Adley asked herself. Is this really worth it? Is stealing someone’s man really worth another’s life?

Just then, the door opened again. Adley stopped breathing and time seemed to have stopped because standing in all his glory, was James himself.

 “Hey Babe, how’s it going-”

 Bucky’s voice got caught in his throat when he saw the love of his life crying in the arms of her best friend, sitting across his lover.


Pairing: Young!Sirius Black x reader

Requested: nope

Warnings: none

Word count: 969 (I know it’s small don’t judge please)

A/N OKAY, this is something I spent a lot of time writing, and actually got detention because I was writing part of it during an EXTREMELY BORING history class, so I really hope you like it!


   (Y/N) woke up into the night. The attacks were getting more frequent each day, and so were her nightmares. Sitting up and resting her head on the headboard of her bed, acknowledging the fact that she wouldn’t be going to sleep anytime soon, she grudgingly got out of bed dragging her blanket with her, and headed downstairs to the golden and red common room. 

   She threw herself on the couch opposite the fireplace. With a flick of her wand, a roaring fire appeared in it. She covered herself with the blanket, also covering her nearly bare feet. She was only wearing a pair of shorts and a shirt that belong to her best friend since third year, Sirius Black. Although his scent still lingered off of the shirt and provided some comfort, it wasn’t enough to help her fall back asleep. She shifted on the couch, so that her face reflected the light of the fire as she stared absent mindlessly into the fireplace.

   Sirius Black woke up in the middle of the night due to a noise that came from downstairs. After multiple attempts to fall asleep, he gave up and headed towards the common room.

   He had reached the top of the staircase when the light coming from downstairs made him wince. Once his ayes adjusted to the light, he saw his best friend, (Y/N) Lawson lying on t he couch.

“Couldn’t sleep, Lawson?” he asked

   (Y/N) turned upon hearing her friend’s voice, seeing him descend the stairs half naked. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, revealing a toned chest and a more-than-generous six-pack.

“Like what you see?” he asked, a smirk already finding itself on his face

“don’t flatter yourself Black, and no, I couldn’t sleep” she stated, and then, so silently so that he couldn’t hear “the nightmares are getting worse”

       But he heard. The smirk immediately disappeared from his face, turning into a frown. She sat upright, making space for her friend to sit besides her. He placed a hand around her shoulders, and she rested her head on the crook of his neck.

“How bad?” he sighed



   She hesitated a bit before deciding to tell him

“I dream of… attacks… everywhere. We’re on the train, when suddenly a group of Death Eaters march in, heading straight for our compartment.

   Sirius sighed, (Y/N)’s parents are muggles, putting (Y/N) in great danger.

“they grab me” (Y/N) continued “use the cruciatus curse on me, torture me until I’m practically begging for death. Then, they kill me, slowly. The rest of you just sat there chatting, like you couldn’t see, or hear m, or you just didn’t care.”

(Y/N) hadn’t realized she had started crying.

   Sirius hugged her, pulling her even closer to him. His heart broke seeing her like this. (Y/N) was normally such a happy person. But ever since Voldermort had started gaining more power and followers, the mischievous glint behind her eyes was nearly gone.

   But that last statement had really shocked him ‘or you just didn’t care’ what the hell was she even talking about? Placing a hand under her chin, he gently pushed it upwards so that he was looking directly into her eyes.

“(Y/N) Lawson, you listen to me, and you listen to me good. You have been one of my best friends-if not my best- since third year. And being so close to me means that all James, Remus and Peter care deeply about you”he paused, not knowing how to continue “Remember in out fifth year, when that Ravenclaw broke your heart?” 

“Yeah..” she chuckled a bit despite the situation “you punched him, breaking his nose, James hexed him into puking birds for a little over a month and Remus, given his prefect status, gave him detention for a good two months.”

“Exactly! So don’t you ever think, not even for a second, that the four out of five marauders would abandon the fifth one during a death eater attack” 

   These words brought new tears to (Y/N)’s eyes, tears of happiness. Something about knowing that she had friends that would go to such lengths to protect her, and that one of them was Sirius Black, made her feel all warm, despite the chilly weather of February.

   Because, although she hated to admit it, she had developed a slight pretty big big crush on her friend.

   Sirius was watching his friend, ‘more than a friend’ he thought with a chuckle, closely. He had to admit that she was perfect. Her big, (Y/H/C) locks that framed her beautiful face perfectly, her big, (Y/E/C) almond shaped eyes filled with curiosity and mischief, her full, yet not too thick, lips that were just teasing him, her tiny waist…

   But, contrary to common belief, it was her personality that made him fall for her. She had a strong personality, that’s how they became friends. The marauders had pranked (Y/N) and the rest of the girls, charming the shower heads into turning whoever used them red with gold polka dots, the Gryffindor house colors. (Y/N), after removing the color with a simple spell, had managed to get them back by doing the same thing to them, with the sole difference that whoever showered using them, would be turned bright, vibrant, glow-in-the-dark, PINK. And the four boys were stuck like that fro a week and a half until, finally, Madame Pomfrey managed to find the antidote that would turn them back to normal. She was the first, and the last, person to have ever out-pranked them, and he admired her for that.

   She fell asleep on the couch, cuddled next to him. He watched her for a little while, admiring her, admiring her beauty and her strong personality…

   Sirius Black fell asleep with only one thought on his mind, he was in love with (Y/N) Lawson.


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Best Friend [p.p.]

Originally posted by marvel-is-ruining-my-life

Summary: Peter is practically in love with you, but there’s one problem: your best friend doesn’t like him.


You scrambled about your room, trying to locate your other shoe as you looked at the clock.

7:40 a.m.

You groaned out loud as you heard the familiar sound of a car horn honking and proceeded to step into the living room, gasping in delight when you saw your shoe under the couch. You quickly lunged for it, pulling it onto your sock-clad foot as you left your apartment, making sure to lock the door.

You slid your shoe on just as the door next to you opened, causing you to stumble and fall against the person who had just emerged.

“Woah, (Y/N), are you okay?” You heard a familiar voice ask as hand flew to your shoulders to steady you.

You mentally sighed as you looked up, locking eyes with none other than Peter Parker. “Yeah Peter, I’m fine, thanks!”

You both stood in the hallway, looking at one another as shy smiles and blushes grew on your faces. The peaceful silence was broken by your phone, which rang loudly in the quiet building.

Peter leaned against the wall as you smiled at him in an apologetic way. He watched you as you spoke, noticing the adorable way you’d tilt your head to the side and listen to whatever you were being told, letting out the occasional ‘yeah’ to let the other person know that you were listening.

After a few minutes, you hung up, stuffing your phone into your back pocket. “Sorry Peter. I really should be going. I don’t want to be late.”

A blinding smile and a quick wave later, you were gone, leaving Peter breathless and with a pounding heart.

“Chill!” You screamed at your best friend, raising your voice in order to be heard over the incessant honking of the car horn.

Your best friend simply smirked, turning on the car as you hopped in. “I wouldn’t have had to do this if you weren’t running late, wouldn’t I?”

“I got a bit caught up,” you mumbled, feeling your face heat up.

“Sure. I bet you probably just overslept.”

You rolled your eyes as your best friend chuckled. “Whatever. Just drive, Eugene.”

Flash’s smirk faltered as he pressed down on the accelerator, zooming through the streets of Queens as he made his way to school.

You sat in your usual spot at lunch, Liz sitting on your left as Flash sat on your right.

You had been looking at dumb memes with Flash, throwing your head back and laughing whenever you got to a really good one.

Your laughter was interrupted to a harsh nudge from Liz, drawing your attention to the small smirk on her face. “Guess who’s staring at you yet again (Y/N/N)?”

Flash groaned, leaning in towards the both of you. “Are you talking about Penis Parker and his creepy staring again?”

You lightly smacked Flash’s chest. “Be nice.”

Flash rolled his eyes, slinging his arm around your waist and tickling your sides as you squirmed around, trying to escape.

“Uh-oh, guess who’s jealous?” Liz chimed, causing you and Flash to separate.

You scoffed lightly. “First of all, he has no reason to be jealous. No offense Flash, I love you but ew.”

“Are you kidding me?” Flash spoke. “You’re practically my sister. That’s disgusting.”

“Second of all,” you continued. “He was staring at you, Liz. Not me. You’re the ridiculously gorgeous one.”

Flash nodded his head in agreement.

“Whatever you say (Y/N),” Liz chuckled. “But mark my words. Peter Parker is smitten with you.”

Flash made a face of disgust before leaning his cheek on his hand. “If Parker likes you, he’ll have to ask me for my blessing.”

You felt your face flush as Liz spoke once more. “Then let’s hope you get wasted enough at my party to give it.”

The news of Liz’s weekend party spread like wildfire.

Everyone had been invited, even the freshmen, and the person who was most excited for the event was Ned Leeds.

Ned was buzzing with excitement as he and Peter trudged up the walkway to Liz’s front door. Peter, however, was a complete contrast to his adorable best friend. He walked with a slight frown on his face, not wanting to see you having the time of your life with Flash.

The duo twirled around quickly when they heard a voice shouting their names.

“Ned! Peter! Wait up you guys!” You cried out slightly, rushing up the walkway to catch up to them. You shot them a wide grin, causing Ned to smile back and also causing Peter’s heart to speed up.

“Hey (Y/N),” Ned greeted, pulling you into a quick hug.

“Hey Neddy,” you said. “Great hat by the way!”

Ned blushed slightly as he bowed his head, giving you the opportunity to snatch his hat and place it upon your own head.

“(Y/N)!” Ned groaned, causing you to throw your head back and laugh.

Peter was almost certain that he’d go into cardiac arrest at any moment.

Peter could feel himself staring at you. Staring at the way your (H/C) hair framed your face perfectly, at the way your eyes crinkled when you laughed, at the way you smiled at him as you spoke…

Oh wait, you were speaking to him.

“…so I’ll go look for Flash now! See you around guys,” you said as you bounded up to the door, letting yourself in.

Ned smacked the back of Peter’s head. “Dude! She was trying to have a conversation with you.”

“W-what?” Peter asked.

“Yeah. She was talking to you but when you made it clear you obviously didn’t want to speak to her; she left,” Ned clarified before groaning. “And she took my hat!”

Peter ran a hand through his hair. “She was trying to talk to me?”

Ned walked up to the door. “She asked if we wanted to hang out with her at the party. I said yes, you said nothing. She left to go look for Flash instead.”

Peter gasped. “Ned, no way, really? You should’ve slapped me or something!”

Ned snickered. “Yeah. She looked kind of upset.”

Peter groaned before bursting into the house, looking around the room for you. He couldn’t see you anywhere and sighed in defeat, leaning against the wall as he mentally scolded himself for not listening to you.

“Liz I swear to god he hates me!” You exclaimed. “I told you that he was actually staring at you!”

After your embarrassing display with Ned and Peter, you had dashed upstairs to Liz’s room. You frowned as you kept replaying the moment inside your head. You had asked if you could stay with them and Ned had agreed enthusiastically. Peter on the other hand, had looked at you strangely, just staring at you blankly before shaking his head slightly. You had quickly left afterwards, biting your lip in embarrassment. Of course Peter doesn’t like you. Why would he?

“Stop stressing (Y/N/N),” Flash’s voice rang as he walked into the room. “So what if he actually likes Liz? You’re too good for him anyways.”

“Yeah,” you muttered in agreement. “Who cares if he has big, sparkling brown eyes? O-or the cutest chocolate curls ever? Or the fact that he’s literally the sweetest person ever? I mean it’s not like-”

“Wow,” Liz interrupted your little speech.

“You really like Penis Parker, don’t you?” Flash asked, face scrunching up slightly in disgust.

You chewed slightly on your bottom lip. “Y-yeah. I guess I do.”

Flash ran his hand over his face before gesturing to the door. “I’m gonna go get a drink…or ten. I’m gonna need them if I have to listen to you rant about Parker.”

You followed Flash downstairs and into the kitchen, where he proceeded to take a half-empty bottle of some alcoholic drink and dump it into a cup. He raised the cup and took a sip, making a sound of disgust as he dumped the drink down the sink.

“Ugh! I don’t know why I always try it if I know I’m not gonna like it,” Flash muttered as you giggled.

“Let’s just look for some snacks Eugene,” you replied, hopping up onto the counter as he scowled at you.

You pointed to the cabinet and Flash went over to it, picking out a bag of your favorite chips and walking over to you.

The two of you stayed in the kitchen for a while, chatting with whomever stumbled in and eating your chips in silence the rest of the time.

“So were you serious about your crush?” Flash asked as he leaned against the counter and lowered his voice.

You looked around slightly before leaning in, speaking in an equally hushed voice. “I mean, I know you don’t like him Flash, but he’s not a bad guy.”

Flash frowned slightly. “It’s just, I don’t know. I don’t like that thought of you two together.”

“Jealous, Flash?” You smirked, quirking an eyebrow as you observed your best friend.

“Yes,” Flash replied, wincing as your eyes widened in shock. “But not in the way you think!”

“Then?” You asked, prompting him to keep speaking.

“It’s just, what if you spend too much time together?” Flash asked. “You’re my best friend (Y/N) and I don’t want to get left behind.”

You froze for a moment. Flash had never been this vulnerable before and honestly, you thought it was a bit heartbreaking.

“Flash,” you started, pulling him in front of you and placing your hand on his shoulders. “Listen to me, okay? You are way too important to me to be replaced by anyone else. Yeah, you may be a dick sometimes and yeah, maybe your ego is way too overinflated, but that does not change the fact that you have always been there for me. And you probably always will. I love you, okay Flash? And no matter what the future brings, I hope that we always stay besides each other.”

Flash nodded solemnly as you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Now let’s go get this party started.”

Flash smirked and he rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I love you too.”

You motioned for him to go on without you. “Go ahead Flash. I’ll get us some nice drinks and catch up with you.”

Flash snorted and left, flipping you off playfully as he exited the kitchen.

Flash’s exit was quickly interrupted when he slammed into a solid body. Quickly apologizing, Flash proceeded to sneer at the person when he met their eyes.

Parker,” he spat, straightening up.

Peter avoided his eyes, choosing to glance down at the floor before allowing his eyes to flicker over to where you were sitting.

Flash’s eyes widened slightly at the strangely heartbroken look in Peter’s eyes and proceeded to grab him by the collar, pushing him up against the wall.

“Now you’re going to listen to me okay Parker?” Flash spoke lowly, mentally yelling at himself for what he was about to do.

Peter gulped and nodded, fighting the urge to push Flash off of him and web him to the wall.

“I have a lovesick best friend in the kitchen,” Flash hissed. “And I can’t believe I’m telling you this, but you better go in there and confess or I swear to god that I will break you. Understood?”

Peter nodded, eyes wide. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard and assumed it was some sort of hallucination caused by the adrenaline pumping in his veins.

“Good,” Flash continued. “Now go and don’t mess it up. I won’t give you another chance at this.”

With one last shove and a glare, Flash stalked off, leaving Peter to stare at you dreamily before breathing in deeply and walking into the kitchen.

He froze almost immediately. There you were, sitting on top of the counter as you scrolled through your phone, absentmindedly swinging you legs and causing them to lightly tap the cabinets beneath you.

Peter walked over slowly and stopped once he was in front of you. Awkwardly, he cleared his throat, grabbing your attention as you finally noticed him standing in front of you.

“P-peter!” You stuttered, hopping down from the counter and rushing to make yourself seem more presentable.

Unfortunately, your ankle faltered when you hit the ground and you were sent stumbling into Peter.

Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment and you mentally screamed when you felt Peter’s arms around your waist. You regained your balance and stood up straight, your hands landing on Peter’s arms.

Your blush only worsened when you felt his muscles flex involuntarily and you realized that Peter wasn’t as scrawny as he seemed.

Was Peter Parker always this fit?

“Hey (Y/N),” Peter finally spoke, drawing your attention to him.

“Hey Pete,” you whispered, trying to avoid his eyes. “What’s up?”

“Well I saw Flash leave you here and decided it was the perfect time to talk to you about earlier.”

You flinched slightly at the memory of his small rejection. “Yeah, about that, it’s no big deal Peter. Really. I’m sorry I ever suggested hanging out in the first place.”

Peter’s eyes widened at your words. “No! I’m sorry for not replying earlier. I wanted to hang out with you but I just assumed that you and Flash were…dating.”

You giggled, resting your head on his chest slightly. “Never! Flash is like the older brother I’m glad I never had.”

Peter sighed. “Well that’s good. That’s great!”

You furrowed your brows. “What do you mean?”

Peter took a deep breath, calming himself down before he leaned down, connecting his lips to yours.

You stood there, shocked. Peter began to panic and immediately loosened his grasp on your waist, backing away when you didn’t kiss back.

Your lips chased his, however, and you wound your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you as he let out a surprised squeak.

You gasped slightly when Peter nipped your bottom lip, allowing him to deepen the kiss as he pressed you up against the counter before lifting you up and setting you down on it.

Even though the kiss had become more intense, you could still feel the softness behind it. The shyness and awkwardness was still there as your lips moved against one another. It was shy and hesitant and so utterly Peter that you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell with emotion.

You were kissing Peter Parker.

And he was pretty damn good at it.


“What the…”

You both sprung apart and turned towards the door, seeing a shocked Ned and and a grinning Liz.

“You guys were kissing!” Ned spoke, pointing at the two of you.

“W-what? No we werent,” Peter denied as you tried to smooth down your outfit.

“Your hair is messed up, your lips are swollen, and your hand are all over her,” Liz spoke smugly, a victorious smile on her face.

Your face heated up as you took in Peter’s apeearance. His hair was indeed all messed up, his curls going every direction. His lips were red and swollen, and you felt your cheeks heat up even more when he caught your gaze and his lips went up into a smirk.

“We weren’t kissing, Liz!” You exclaimed, trying to hide your embarrassment.

“Mmmhmm,” Liz hummed. “Just please don’t make a mess in my kitchen, yeah?”

She winked at the both of you before pulling Ned away, chatting about his missing hat.“

“So,” Peter spoke, drawing your attention back to him. “I kinda, really, really like you (Y/N).”

Peter had his head down, a bright blush adorning his cheek. You giggled loudly, causing his head to snap up as he looked at you in confusion.

“Oh Peter. I really like you too you dork,” you proclaimed, bringing a grin to his face.

“Well that’s great! If not, then this would have been really awkward,” he muttered.

You rolled your eyes as you leaned in again. “You’re really cute Peter Parker.”

Your lips met once more, this time in a kiss that was soft and sweet and a lot more slow than your previous one. Just as Peter’s hands landed on your thigh, you were interrupted by another voice.

“C'mon Penis Parker! In the middle of the kitchen? Really?”

“Get out of here Flash!”

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To Love Someone Like Me -- Jason Todd x Reader

I LIVE!!! 

I am really sorry that I’ve not been around that much these past few months. Adjusting to big girl life has been challenging to say the least. I’m getting better, but it’ll still be some time before I get back to a regular posting schedule. Also, inspiration has been almost nonexistent since the summer ended. Now that my creative juices are flowing again, be expecting some more stories to come!

Anyway, here is the long awaited part three of my Jason Todd soulmate story! Enjoy my lovelies!!

Tagging @lovingmytelevision, @posiey, @miraisnotavailable, @soepicsokim, @epickimmie, @themortallife

WARNING! Feels ahead, siblings meddling, and Bruce being emotionally helpful. You’ve been warned.

Part One    Part Two

Word Count: 1138

“I still can’t believe you found your soulmate!”

“I still can’t believe Todd has a soulmate.”

“I can’t believe it’s (Y/N) and she thinks sweet tea is God’s given gift to man! It’s so obviously coffee.”

The other three dark-haired males glared at Tim. He held his hands up in surrender and returned his gaze to the computer screen he had previously been looking over. Jason rolled his eyes at his brothers’ various remarks.

It’s not like he had planned on you being his soulmate. Sure, he was attracted to you. Your spitfire personality and quick wit had drawn the former Boy Wonder to you from day one. The way your (E/C) eyes sparkled when you smiled, the way your (H/C) hair framed your face, the way you scowled at him when he pissed you off.  Jason would be crazy not to like you, but he couldn’t say the feelings were reciprocated. You had made it clear on numerous occasions of your disdain for the vigilante. Why you had such strong feelings of dislike for Jason was still baffling. The two of you had rarely interacted before Roy introduced you a few years ago. Jason had heard nothing but good things about you from the redhead and, he hoped, you had heard some good things about him too.

“I mean,” Dick continued, drawing Jason’s mind back to the conversation at hand, “you’ve known now for two months and the two of you haven’t even attempted to talk things through?”

Jason groaned in annoyance. “It’s not like (Y/N)’s made it easy on me. She couldn’t stand me before and she definitely hates me now.”

“C’mon Jay, you don’t know that!”

“Really Dick, really? Because I’ve seen how other soulmates reacted when they found each other and I’m pretty damn sure they didn’t ignore one another for two fucking months.”

“I sense a note of frustration.”

“No shit, really Tim?” Jason snarled at the caffeine addict, “How would you feel if your soulmate refused to accept you?”

Damian scoffed at the older male. “I can’t blame her. You’re not exactly first place for anyone Todd.”

Jason gritted his teeth in fury.

All his life, he had felt like no one wanted him. Like his very existence didn’t matter to anyone. Now that he had found the one person who was supposed to accept him for who he was, no questions asked, refused to do so.

That hurt Jason more than dying had .

“I think you hit a nerve Damian.” Dick mumbled to the current Boy Wonder. He gave Jason a worried look. “(Y/N) just needs time to come to terms with it. It’s a pretty big deal finding your soulmate and all.”

Tim nodded in agreement. “Dick’s right. It might just take some time for her to come around to the idea.”

“If she ever does.”

“Damian!” The oldest male scolded.

“No,” Jason’s voice came out as a soft whisper. “The demon spawn is right. What if (Y/N) never accepts me? I’m not exactly the ideal soulmate. I’m so fucked up; how could I expect anyone to love someone like me?”

The room fell to uncomfortable silence. Tim had stopped typing away at his keyboard to look at his older brother in concern. Dick also wore an expression of concern while Damian seemed to be pondering over Jason’s words.

“You shouldn’t let that stop you from pursuing this further.” Bruce’s voice suddenly spoke up from where he stood. He and Alfred had turned their attention to the four younger men at some point in their conversation. The Dark Knight had an uncharacteristically soft look on his face. “It’s human nature for people to think the worst of one another. You and (Y/N) didn’t have the best start, but that shouldn’t stop you from seeing where things go. The only thing standing in your way is you.”

Jason stood stunned at his father figure’s words. It was rare for the feared Batman to offer up advice on anything that didn’t involve their nightly activities. Bruce seemed to genuinely care about the whole situation with his second oldest son and his soulmate.

Before Jason could respond, his phone began to ring. He debated ignoring it, but something was nagging at him to answer the call. He pulled the device out and glanced at the umber. Not recognizing it, he slid his finger across the screen and placed the phone to his ear.


“Jason?” The voice on the other end was shaking slightly, but he immediately recognized it. “It’s (Y/N). Do you have some time to talk?”

Jason felt his heart rate increase at those words. He glanced at his family for a moment. “Normally I’d say no since I’m about to head on patrol, but I’m sure the scum of Gotham would appreciate one less hero out tonight. Something on your mind?”

“O-oh! Well, if you’d rather go on patrol then-!”

“No!” Jason almost shouted. The dark-haired man took a calming breath and regained his composure. “No, it’s fine (Y/N). Just…say whatever it is you need to say.”

A beat of silence passed before your voice was heard again. “I…um…well, I was hoping we could talk. About the other night.”

“The other night? You mean, the night two months ago?”

“Son of a…” You huffed in frustration. “You know what I meant Jason Todd. Do you want to discuss us or not?”

A slow smirk crossed his lips. “Oh, so there’s an ‘us’ now?”

“Damn it, I knew this was a bad idea.”

“Don’t hang up!” Dick suddenly shouted at the phone. He had slowly inched his way over to Jason’s side and was listening in on the conversation. When he had gotten there, Jason wasn’t sure. He’d been so happy that you’d called to notice that everyone in the cave was staring at him intensely. “Jay is just being difficult! He’s super happy that you called!”

“Don’t tell her that!” Jason hissed at the man.

Dick ignored him and continued to talk to you. “You two should meet up and talk things through in person. We can spare him for the night, right guys?”

A chorus of affirmatives filled the air. Jason glared at all of them, silently grateful for their help but not about to show it.

“I-I’d like that.” You replied. “When…uh, when and where?”

“How about the place where you guys figured everything out?” Tim offered. He was also now by Jason’s side. A mischievous grin planted on his face. “Seems like a good place to start things off, doesn’t it?”

“Alright. Can you be there tonight say around eight?”

“He’ll be there~!” Dick sang.

After saying good bye, Jason hung up and sighed heavily. He glared at those assembled in the cave.

“I hate all of you.”

Translation? Thank you so much.

From Amy, With Love (pt. 7)

(So… I didn’t intend to post anything else tonight, but I just wrote this and… I have to. I literally do not have enough self control to wait and post it tomorrow morning, so HERE WE GO)

“They brought Wilford back.” Host gnaws on his bottom lip and leans his forehead against the cell door.

Dark takes a deep breath and sighs. “And you returned Mark’s memories, saving the day. Come now, Host. You should feel good about yourself. After all, you did the right thing.”

Host tastes blood and keeps biting harder until, “I didn’t do it.”

“Come again?” Dark leans forward, relishing this moment.

“I didn’t give his memories back!” The Host turns away from Dark and feels his shoulders hunch forward in shame. He can’t believe what he’s done. He lied to Amy, right to her face. He made her cry. She was heartbroken.

It’s like he wasn’t even controlling what he was saying…

Dark leans back again, puffing out his chest and smiling. “Oh, Host, Host, Host. What have you done?”

The Host flinches. Those were the same words Dark had begun with when he’d tortured him for information about Amy, for going against Dark’s explicit orders not to befriend her. The Host had disobeyed Dark, and he’d known it. Amy made him feel special and loved, and it had blinded him.

“I don’t know what to do, Dark,” Host whimpers, clutching the cell’s bars like he’s holding onto a lifeline.

The other Ego’s gray aura reaches out for Host. “You know what you have to do. You just need to let me in…”

“No!” Host shakes off the aura and sneers. “I can go back. I can tell Amy I was wrong, that I can switch the memories back!”

Dark chuckles. “And then she’ll know you lied to her. You’ll break her trust, Host, and then she’ll leave you just the same.” Dark clicks his tongue a few times. “You’re going to need a better plan than that.”

Host feels himself begin to panic. He can’t keep his thoughts straight anymore. He shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be listening to Dark and his pretty words. They’re messing with his mind. “I-I could make you do it.”

Dark nods like he’s listening to the foolish plans of a child, “You could, but then you’d lose everything. You’d lose Amy and your newfound control over the others…”

“I-I don’t control them,” Host argues weakly.

“Who convinced them to work together to bring Wilford back? Who gained their trust and their loyalty with one glittering speech about sticking together and the power of friendship,” Dark teases. “That was you, Host. They’re willing to follow your ever word now. How does that feel? How does it feel to have that power again? It’s been quite a long time…” Dark tries once more, reaching out with his aura for the Host’s trembling frame.

“H-how do you know about that?” Host wracks his mind. Dark couldn’t have known about the meeting, but who would’ve told him?

“Just let me in again, Host. Let me help you, and I can give you everything you want,” Dark practically sings to him.

Host’s breath catches in his throat. “N-no,” but his confidence is wavering.

“You can’t do it alone,” Dark croons. “You need me.” The gray aura wraps around Host like a boa constrictor encircling its prey.


The Host gasps, turning around to find Bim Trimmer standing just outside the elevator. He hadn’t heard him come in. The Host straightens his trench coat self-consciously and smiles. “What is it, Bim?”

Bim takes a nervous step forward. “I-um… What are you doing down here?”

Host folds his hands together behind his back carefully. “That’s not important. What are you doing down here, Bim?”

Bim seems to suddenly remember his purpose, and he rushes forward. “Host, I’ve been practicing my mind-bending abilities lately, really working hard at it, and I think that maybe I could try to give Mark his memories back!” He looks so excited, so eager. This could be the answer, Host thinks.

No, the voice isn’t real. It’s in Host’s head, echoing and ringing and laughing all at once. No, Host. Tell him he can’t. He isn’t powerful enough yet.

“No,” Host hears himself saying, “you aren’t powerful enough yet, Bim.” Tell him that he just has to trust you. That you know what’s best. Tell him… cooperation is key.

Nerves pt. 2

Type: smut

(A/N) Hey, guys!!! I wanted to write a story that was broken up into many parts and because my best fic so far is Nerves, I thought I would continue it! I really hope you guys enjoy it!!! & a HUGE thanks to @ultimate-top-trash for giving me ideas and keeping me motivated. Sorry this is so long, I got lost in the story

Warnings: unprotected sex, hickeys, small tiny slap, annoying character, !!cute Tyler!!, a tiny bit of angst at the end, cursing, VERY LONG

Pairing: Tyler Joseph x Reader

Word count: 9.5k


Originally posted by im-sitting-in-silence

It has been about a month since Tyler and I’s first “tutor session” and we had another one planned for this weekend. Thinking about being alone with Tyler always got me excited. Not just because when we’re alone, “things” happen but because I can be myself around him. He always cracks jokes and never fails to make me laugh.

A faint buzz pulls me from my thoughts. I pull my phone out of my pocket and read the message:

Tyler :)

Hey! Wanna catch a movie after school today?

I smile at the text knowing that he actually wants to hang out with me. I quickly reply:

Yeah! I’m down!

I finish packing my backpack and sling it over my shoulder. I say goodbye to my mom and practically skip out the door to wait for my bus.



It wasn’t long before Y/N replied to my text. I barely let my phone vibrate before I hurriedly yank the screen toward my face to read her reply:

Y/N :P

Yeah! I’m down!

Fuck yes! I thought. I was so excited I almost left my backpack in my room while walking out of the house. I run back inside and grab it and sprint back outside and practically throw myself in the car.

Hoping I get there before Y/N, I pull into the student parking lot and park my car. Grabbing my stuff, I quickly walk towards the piano room, a little earlier than usual.

Once there, I notice that the door is locked and the lights are off- which was unusual because Mr. Pike, the piano teacher, was usually here early in the morning. Being a teacher assistant in one of his classes, he trusted me with a key to the classroom. So, I unlocked the door and turned on the lights, taking in the wooden scented air. I glance down at my watch and realize Y/N won’t be here for another ten minutes. I decide to work on a song I had been writing for a couple days now. I soon lose myself in the chords of the piano.

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A Different Background-Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Summary: Requested by anonymous: ‘Hi! I really like your writing it’s incredible ❤❤ can you please write an Eggsy x reader where the reader is a very serious agent and she’s been part of the kingsman before Eggsy and he really likes her and try to grab her attention in many ways and most of them fail leaving him embarrassed while Charlie and the others make fun of him but when he refuses to shoot JB that’s when he caught her attention (it takes place during the first film)? I’ll love you forever if you did it! ❤❤’

Characters: Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Meanings: (Y/H/L)= Your hair length
(Y/H/C)= Your hair colour

Warnings: Bit of swearing

(A/N: Gonna do third person again. Also may have changed it slightly.)


Merlin stood with his clipboard, his back straight as he eyed down the new recruits. They too were stood in two lines in front of him, hands behind their backs, awaiting their orders. Most of them looked like the usual material; posh, a wealthy background, maybe a little snobby. All except one. Perhaps thing would be a little different during this recruitment. Merlin started by introducing himself, explaining how the how this job interview would play out. He loved to see the petrified faces as he mentioned the body bags.

Eggsy Unwin was a little disturbed by it all. These people weren’t fucking around. He tried to maintain a stern face, recalling his training in the marines. No way were these people going to care him off on the first day.

“Alright, now that we’ve gone that settled,” Merlin’s posture became a little relaxed,“I will not be alone on this. I have one of our finest members joining me. Ladies and gentlemen, this is Agent Guinevere.”

Eggsy was suddenly paying more attention. The most gorgeous woman he had ever seen walked in, her steps silent as if she were on clouds. Her (Y/H/L), (Y/H/C) framed her face which held a plain expression, though that didn’t make her any less beautiful. She held such a confidence stance, she knew she was good but not in an obnoxious way. Eggsy found himself standing a little taller, chest popping out and head held high.

“I have never seen a better agent than her. Don’t let her intimidate you though, she’s really a sweetheart.” Merlin reassured them.

She smirked slightly, scaring some of the recruitments. They knew what they were getting themselves into, but that didn’t mean they were any less afraid. Merlin continued to brief them, giving her time to assess them. They were only but a year or so younger than her, she was one of the youngest agents. None of them stood out to her, except one man. He wasn’t dressed like the rest, sweatpants, bomber jacket and a snapback hat. Whoever picked him saw something, what is was she didn’t know yet. Perhaps this recruitment would be interesting.

It was their first night at Kingsman, but little did they know that it was also their first test. Merlin and Guinevere stood at the two way mirror, watching as they settled down for the night.

“That Eggsy, he’s different from the others.” she spoke up.

“Yes, very good skills though. Great in gymnastics, coach said he could go to the olympics, did very well in the marines until he quit. Has family problems.” Merlin informed her.

“They’re a good bunch. Let’s hope they do well.”

Their attention went back to the mirror.

“Eggy, saw you checking out the agent.” Charlie teased arrogantly. They had some sort of beef between them.

Eggsy ingnored him whilst Guinevere blushed slightly.

“As if you would ever be with someone like that. She hardly spared a glance at you. It’s not like you’re going to pass these tests anyway.”

Eggsy spun around, ready to punch him before another recruitment, Roxy, stopped him. Charlie and his followers laughed, enjoying this. He was a stuck up brat, he had probably always got his way. Guinevere hated people like that.

They were all finally asleep, unaware of what was to come. Silently, water began to fill the room, waking them up as it reached their beds. Panicked, they all started to shout over on another until someone had the idea of using the showers as air tubes. Heading straight towards them, they bent them round the
U-bend of the toilet, breathing through them. Eggsy had swam to the door, using all his strength to get it open. Guinevere bit her lip, anxious for all of them. But when Eggsy approached the window, she knew that it had clicked in his mind what I do. Her and Merlin simply stood to the side as the glass broke, the recruitments all falling out with the water. He had done it, he figured it out.

Merlin congratulated Eggsy and the others who figured out the
U-bend trick.

“That’s cause he’s seen a lot of them.” Charlie smirked, referring to the two way mirror.

“I didn’t see you breaking the glass.” Guinevere snapped.“What were you planning to do? Stay next to the toilet for the rest of your life?”

Some of them snickered, especially Eggsy. Listening to the others accents made him cringe at how posh they were, but when he heard her speaking, he somehow fell in love with it.

The tasks continued, more trainees were eliminated. Guinevere knew who would be in the finals, something inside her made her happy that Eggsy was there. Perhaps it was because he had proved himself in front of the others, perhaps it was because he had been constantly flirting with her. She quite enoyed it but wouldn’t let it show.

There was the time where they had to do their paper test. Those who remained sat at desks like school children, whilst Guinevere sat at a desk like a teacher. When they were finished, they would hand them in to the agent. As she sat there with a book to keep her occupied, she didn’t really pay attention when they brought up their papers. Eggsy saw his opportunity, swiping up his papers with a flourish, he swaggered his way towards the desk, sliding the paper towards her. He willed for her to put the book down, just to look at him once. Her eyes lifted from the book for a second, just to catch him tripping over his own feet. Stumbling towards the door, he regained his posture, clearing his throat before walking out. As usual, Charlie was snickering, immediately shutting up when he fell upon Guinevere’s stare.

Then there was the parachute task. This decided the final three. As they plummeted thousands of feet towards the ground, Eggsy had to hold onto Roxy, thinking that he was without a parachute. They were lucky not to be detected in the radars and land in the 'K’. Merlin complimented him on his quick thinking, only to be snapped at. Eggsy felt targeted, embarrassed and frustrated that he was picked out, just because he was different. For a moment he didn’t care that Guinevere was seeing him like this; he was sick of her turning her nose up at him too. What was the point anymore?

Merlin obviously took none of it, pulling in a string on Eggsy’s suit, deploying a parachute that had been there all along. For the second time he fell in front of his new crush, unable to get back up. Though he was happy to have got through, his heart saddened when He saw her walk away from him again, no second glance spared.

Guinevere was sat in a hallway, awaiting whoever would be the new Galahad. It was down to the worst test, the shooting of the dogs. Crossing her legs, she took in the peace, knowing some sort of shot storm would come along at one point. The doors to Arthur’s office slammed open then quickly shut as Eggsy stormed out. Yet again he was angry, fuming that someone could belittle him like that. He stopped in his tracks as he spotted the young woman sat down.

Just as he was about to storm away again, she called out to him.“Eggsy, stop where you are.”

For some reason he listened.“What? You want to kick me while I’m down too? Go on then, you posh totties get off on it, dont ya’?”

She widened her eyes, sarcasm rolling off her tongue.“Wow, haven’t heard that one before.” her eyes softened, smiling slightly.“Why didn’t you just do it Eggsy? Why throw it all away now?”

“I just couldn’t. JB was my only other friend besides Roxy.”

“Jason Bourne?”

He smiled.“Yeah.”

“Good, for a moment I thought you named him after James Bond or something; that would be too cliche.”

Eggsy couldn’t believe she was talking to him.“Why are you talkin’ to me now? All this time you ignored me.”

Guinevere laughed.“I have to ignore everyone, I cant get attached to anyone, not that I would anyway.”

He felt slightly embarrassed.“O-oh, course, why would you…”

“Looking back on it, I’ve got to say, I’m very impressed, especially not shooting your dog in front of the big boss man.”

“Well, thanks.”

A gunshot rang out, startling Eggsy. Guinevere didn’t even blink, the sound being white noise to her.

“Looks like Roxy got the job.” Guinevere said.

“She deserves it.” Eggsy nodded to himself, slumping down the corridor.

“Eggsy,” Guinevere called his name again. He looked over his shoulder,“this won’t be the last time we see each other.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Just a feeling. I’m looking forward to it though.”

My protection

Author: @mieczzyslaw

Pairing: stiles x reader

Summary: Y/N recalls memories of her and her best friend as she’s in a difficult position.

Warnings: cursing

A/N: okay sooo I’ve wanted to write something for a while now and I’m super duper nervous about this but yeah I hope you like it! Feel free to send me feedback :)


The thought of him was the only thing keeping you sane. The current situation you were in, you needed an anchor. And your anchor was Stiles Stilinski. Somehow, that mole splattered boy had weaselled his way into your heart and had been there ever since that moment. Since that moment, everything had changed. Not only for you, but for Stiles too. He finally realised who he was meant to be with. However, he was too late. Too late to tell you how he really felt. And that was what pushed him completely over the edge.


Y/N was rushing around Stiles’ room, looking for her burgundy red vans. “Y/N, please just tell me. I need to know why you’re really going to Eichen.” Stiles was sitting in his desk chair, leaning forward on his elbows.

“Stiles, stop panicking will you? I’m just going to visit Lydia and see how much longer she needs to be in there for. You go all the time, what’s so different about me going?” Y/N finally found her vans and slipped them onto her feet.

Because I need to protect you Y/N! Do you even know what crazy shit goes on in there? We’ve practically lost Lydia already, but I can’t lose you Y/N. Anyone but you.” Stiles’ voice cracked at his last sentence, a wave of guilt washing over Y/N. She walked over to him and kneeled in front of him, taking his large hands into her smaller ones.

“Stiles, look at me.” Y/N whispered. As Stiles looked up, a glass tear managed to escape one of his whiskey coloured orbs. “I promise you. I will never leave you. You’ll always have me. Okay?” Y/N lent Stiles a small yet warm smile whilst she wiped away his tears. In that moment, Stiles felt something shift. The way her Y/E/C glistened in the dim light of her room, the way her Y/H/C framed her face perfectly. He realised that the butterflies that would erupt in his stomach whenever she was around meant more than he thought it did. He was in love with Y/N.

“Please don’t go. Please, for me.” Stiles pleaded with the frail, human girl crouched in front of him.

“I’m sorry Stiles, I have to.” She rasped, before standing up straight and walking out of the door.


Y/N had been at the mental institution for thirty minutes, before Brunski entered the room and struck her round the back of the head with a club multiple times. As Y/N laid on the basement floor in Eichen House, she could feel the blood trickle down her face and neck. This was it. Tonight was the night that Y/N Y/L/N was going to die. Tears sprung to her eyes whilst she thought about how she had left Stiles. She should have listened to him, she shouldn’t have been so stupid to go to Eichen. Memories of her and Stiles played in her head as she slowly slipped into blissful unconsciousness.


“I’m not even kidding Stilinski, you better not have my Yoda toy.” Y/N stated sternly down the phone to her best friend. Little did the chocolate haired man know that she was trying not to laugh along with him; his laugh was wholesome and contagious. It warmed her heart to hear him laugh, especially after everything they’d been through the last few months.

“Of course I have it Y/N, I’m going to keep taking it until you cave in and give it to me.” Stiles chuckled down the phone, staring at the green teddy on his bed.

“Right, that’s it Stilinski. Bring it over to mine right. Now.”

“Y/N, have you even looked outside today? It’s raining so fucking hard, I’ll get drenched!” Stiles stressed, making wild hand gestures as he said so.

“Bring McDonalds!” Y/N said before quickly hanging up the phone.


About twenty minutes later, there was a knock on Y/N’s bedroom door. She slowly opened it to reveal a drenched Stiles, holding the small Yoda toy in one hand, and a bag of McDonalds in the other.

And this is why you’re my best friend” Y/N grinned, quickly kissing Stiles on the cheek before letting him in.

Just as Y/N was about to eat a chicken nugget, Stiles took off his buttoned-up plaid shirt to reveal a tight fitting black t-shirt. The shirt accentuated Stiles’ defined muscles, and Y/N couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful creature in front of her. She subconsciously tugged her bottom lip between her teeth, which didn’t go unnoticed by Stiles.

“You okay?” He queried, concerned about the beautiful girl sitting in front of him.

“Yeah I’m fine.” Y/N smiled.


As Y/N slowly regained consciousness, she took in her surroundings. She was no longer in the dark basement, but laying in a hospital bed. Out the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the green plush toy that Stiles would constantly steal from her. As she lifted her head, throbbing pains caused her to wince and lay her head back down on the pillow gently.

“Hey, are you okay?” Stiles leapt off the chair in the corner of the room, his hair standing up in different directions.

“Yeah, how long have I been out?” Y/N asked the tired man in front of her.

“A couple days, you were hit pretty hard. When I found you, there was blood everywhere and you wouldn’t wake up, so I brought you here.”

“Wait. When you found me? Stiles did you follow me?” Y/N sat up slowly, looking into the eyes that mesmerised her.

“Maybe Y/N. But before you get mad, I-“ Stiles was cut off by you.

“Why did you follow me Stiles? I can look after myself! I don’t need you to protect me constantly!” Y/N shouted at Stiles, alarming a few passerby’s outside.

“Well you obviously need someone to look after you Y/N because you nearly died! You could’ve died in Eichen and if I hadn’t of followed you, you wouldn’t be here right now! Why can’t you just understand that I just want to protect you?”

“I don’t want your protection Stiles!”

“Well that’s tough shit because I love you, okay? I’m so in love with you Y/N, that if I were to lose you, I don’t know what I’d do! So I’m always going to protect you whether you like it or not. ” Stiles shook his head and turned away from you.

“Stiles? What do you mean you’re in love with me?”

“Oh for goodness sakes Y/N, do you need me to spell it out for you? I’m so in love with you, and I didn’t realise until just before you left. I nearly lost you when I’d just realised.” Stiles croaked, struggling to talk as he cried.

“I love you too Stiles. So much. Always have, always will.” Y/N pulled Stiles by the neck towards her, guiding his lips to hers. The kiss was slow and passionate, to simply show the affection the two lovers held for one another. No lust or greed, just pure love and emotion. As the pair began to run out of oxygen, they pulled apart and leaned their foreheads against one another.

“I’m not going anywhere Stilinski” Y/N whispered. “Not now, not ever.”


Requested by @imaginesfandom, a fellow member of the Maniax

Jerome Valeska x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 536

Warnings: swearing

     Summary: Reader and Jerome met in Arkham and he has a huge crush on her and when someone makes fun of her size, she beats the hell out of them and J’s crush on her grows even more


In a place like Arkham, you would have made a good target for any of the creeps, with your plush frame and beautiful face but none of them know the truth. You were a killer and a freak but you loved it and so did Jerome. It took him approximately twelve seconds to decide that you would be his when you walked through the gates of the asylum, with two guards and a Hannibal Lecter style mask. You were wild and untamed and he loved it.

“Hey gorgeous, I’m Jerome” he had said earning a very quick flip of the bird from you. “Oh, no need to be so mean, I’m a friend” he says, sitting down across from you now, his face in his hands. “What’s your name?” he asks and you huff, licking your lips as you finally raised your eyes to meet his. “Bite me” you say, your voice both sultry and sweet making the ginger giggle manically “You’re so bad” He smiles, biting his lip as he took you in, your E/C eyes and your H/L, H/C hair that framed your face perfectly. He had already decided, you would be his, whether you liked it or not.

It wasn’t that you hated him or anything, you just weren’t a fan of anyone in particular. Jerome still had one fatal flaw, he was human and that was something you couldn’t stand. You didn’t run into any problems until it was time for lunch in the chow hall. As you made your way through the line you grabbed the spoonfuls of slop from your tray and move through the line. “Hey, move over fat ass” You hear a gruff voice command and you swing around to see a large man with crooked teeth and dark hair sneering down at you.

“Oh, and what if I don’t?” you hum, venom falling from your lips as you looked up at him “Then you’ll be in a world of hurt” He answers, his voice deep and dumb in the depth of his throat “Try me” you whisper earning a frown from the much bigger man and when he does nothing that’s when you really lose it “I Said Try Me!” you scream, jumping up to hit him in the chest, again and again with your fists “DO IT! COME ON” You yell taking his shirt in your hands, he however did not.

“Aww, I was looking forward to it” You pout, swinging a swift punch right into his jaw, knocking the large man off his feet. “That’s what I thought” You giggled, before turning around and going back to your food. You didn’t noticed the lingering crowd, among them was the ginger who you so heartily craved. His eyes boring into you with not only interest but need. You would be his, and he would be yours.

Sleeping with Seijoh


- Hogs all the covers! There’s no way around this. Everything would be okay until he falls asleep. Then, little by little, he’ll drag all the covers to himself, ending up as a roll with just a few tufts of hairs visible.
- Likes to sleep in a phoetal position and usually, after a few turns around in the first moments, will stay that way all night.
- Sometimes he talks in his sleep and it’s totally the best cause his deepest thoughts are on display and if asked a question will honestly answer you.
- He sleeps in his pijamas ( cute, aliensy pijamas obvs ) all the year except for summer when even shorts are too much.


- Covers. What are covers? Iwaizumi is a Human Space Heater™, covers are just a nuisance for him, even though he can’t fall asleep if he hasn’t them on his stomach.
- Starfish is Iwaizumi’s second name. He actually turns and tosses a lot before falling asleep but in the end it’s always like this: sprawled on his back, left hand on his stomach, right hand somewhere around.
- If you listen closely, actually snores a bit in the deepest moments of sleep.
- Pijamas are for whenever there’s other people in the house, so if he is 100% sure there are no guests he will happily sleep in just his boxers. Freedom is the way.


- Where you put him, he sleeps. Covers, not covers, the important is sleeping for as many hours as possible, cause waking up is such a taxing process that he has to treasure all the sleep he can take in the meantime.
- This Human Space Heater™ sleeps the best on his stomach, spreading on the mattress to occupy all the available surface. If a foot is dangling out of the frame it’s H E A V E N
- If he’s really tired, he snores a lot. It’s not his fault, but doesn’t matter the position he is sleeping in, he will loudly snore in the nearest ear.
- Sweatpants are the heaviest thing he will put on while sleeping. He declares proudly that he hasn’t worn pijamas since third grade.


- Loves the softness of covers, the fluffier the better, but not even this can help him go to sleep if he’s not totally exhausted.
- His feet are always cold, so having them touch under the covers it’s a problem. The only position that ensures they won’t get in contact it’s the climber position: face in the pillow, right hand under the pillow and left hand above it, legs spread as wide as possible with one folded up as if to climb.
- He’s not a snorer nor a talker, but from time to time if he’s having really vivid dreams he can be heard mumbling incoherent things.
- Sweatpants and the first shirt he will find are okay for sleeping. No need for any efforts.


- It’s okay to go to bed early. Actually, there are times when even dinner will be too much and he will fall asleep on spot just after entering home.
- He’s quite the normal person when it comes to sleeping positions, but he sure tosses and turns a lot. More often than not, he will get the first layer of covers off and curl up under whatever’s left.
- He’s so deep asleep that people are not even sure he’s still breathing, so it’s not a snorer, nor definitely a talker.
- Comfy pijamas are everything if he has the strength to put them on. He’s particularly fond of one with little cats on the sleeves cause it has pockets! Real pockets!


- He’s quite the annoying one when it comes to sleeping. If the lights are on, he can’t sleep at all. So be it total darkness. If it’s too hot the covers are a useless annoying thing, if it’s too cold where the f*ck are my covers and so on.
- He’s a cute sleeper, hugging the pillow as if it was his best friend (which maybe it is, I can relate to this), and this is basically the only reason he has multiple pillows on his bed. He usually curls around the biggest one, and surround himself with all the others.
- He talks, laughs, gets angry, he’s really loud, in short. In more than one occasion, during training camps or sleepovers at various teammates houses, people have lamented his sleeping loudness. They even recorded him trash-talking a very offended Kindaichi once, and it’s G O L D.
- He has manly pijamas, mostly reserved for when he’s sure people could see him sleeping. Like white and light-blue stripes with a fluffy shirt when he’s home alone, and a really tight dark t-shirt for when people might be blessed with his super-hot arms (HE’S TRYING, OKAY?)


- It’s an instinctive thing. If he’s tired, he’ll sleep, if not he won’t. Simple as that. Sleeping conditions such as light, coldness/hotness and so on don’t bother him that much.
- Usually sleeps on his stomach, hugging viciously the pillow with all his strength, and occasionally kicks or does a little walking thing with his feet if he’s dreaming.
- It’s quiet. Incredibly quiet. And the soft expression he gets on his face while sleeping has left more than once his teammates wondering what it's​ needed to make him do that expression around them. Yahaba proposed a bucket of fried chicken in regards to that.
- He doesn’t own pijamas. Why bothering with something so useless when sweatpants and a t-shirt are okay? Plus, he has the softest cotton t-shirts​ and won’t trade them for anything else.


- He’s such a light sleeper that if there’s even a sound outside he won’t sleep. Complete silence is his only request whenever sleeping with others, otherwise he won’t close eyes for the entire night, even though he’ll be too​ polite to complain about this if it’s a rare thing.
- Sleeps the best on his back, covers up under his chin regardless of the fact that during the night he will gradually uncover himself. Yep, another Human Space Heater™.
- Being a light sleeper, sounds are banned at night, even his own. If he as much suspects​ that he will probably snore (if he has a cold it’s a 100% probability) he puts​ on nose-patches to breath freely and prevent the snoring problem.
- Pijamas pants are okay, but not the shirts. Those he can’t stands cause they're​ the most annoying thing on earth: too big, too small, with the longest sleeves, too much stretchy. A normal old faded t-shirt is just perfect.


- If mornings are not Kunimi thing, nights totally are. It’s as if his biological clock its set to ring just a quarter before midnight and he’ll be awake like never. Usually sleeping is just a side-thought in between videogames, comics, movies and other interesting things.
- When sleep arrives, everywhere is a good place to sleep as any. Even though he would admit that when he falls face-front on his bed it’s the best.
- When Kunimi sleeps is like having a body at one’s side. He doesn’t move, doesn’t talk, he doesn’t even flinch if you touch him or try to nudge him a bit.
- Everything is good for sleeping but mostly sleeps in sweatpants and a t-shirt cause he changes in them just after coming home. He owns a few pijamas, but doesn’t even bother with knowing where they are.

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diana prince | flowers


Diana Prince x Reader

Warnings; Mild spoilers towards the movie, but no biggie.

(Y/N) - Your name
(E/C) - Eye Color
(H/L) - Hair length
(H/C) - Hair color
(B/T) - Body type

A/N; I really had trouble to finish anything, I have a lot ideas, but never know how to end them. Anyway, I really adore Wonder Woman and I am still amazed by the movie. Gal Gadot is so stunning in that role! So therefore, I had to write something about our favorite precious Amazon Princess. <3 It’s like really cheesy, but I hope you enjoy it. (,:

When Steve Trevor died Diana was sure she would never fall in love again. For years she has been avoiding relationships which went beyond friendship and over all never felt the need to find a romantic partner.
That was until she walked into that sweet little flower store of yours.
She was lost in her thoughts and unconsciously stumbled through the pastel blue door.
She found herself in a vintage dream full of different flowers and in the middle of all that beauty, there was you over shining everything simply with your smile.

For the first time in years the Amazon princess felt something in her heart. The ice that formed over her heart was slowly starting to melt and since a long time Diana didn’t know how to act. She was totally mesmerized by your (e/c) eyes and how your (h/l) (h/c) hair perfectly framed your face.
She walked over to some white lilies.
“Lilies are a symbol of purity and the beauty of youth, but also known for passion and drive. ”
To the Amazon Princess your voice sounded like a choir of hundred angels. It made her feel warm around her chest and increased her heartbeat. For decades she was known as the confident warrior, always standing her ground and being steady when it comes to decisions, but right know she had trouble forming any words. She was speechless.
Diana studied dozens of books surrounding flowers, she knew they were also a symbol for motherhood and fertility, also of rebirth and renewal. She just couldn’t bring any words up.
The Amazon simply nodded and payed for the flowers only to give them to Superman, who was a bit surprised, but accepted the gift gladly.
Diana started to visit your shop regularly, only to listen to you talking about flowers. Everyday, you’d wear a flowerprinted Outfit, which fitted your (b/t) body perfectly, but more she loved how your eyes started glowing as you lost yourself in your rambling. Sometimes, you’d stop midsentence and apologize for talking too much, but she would always say, that she enjoys listening to you. Every time you finished talking, the Amazon would buy flowers, only to give them to her team members. She started placing new flowers on the league’s main table every week.
While some members teased her about turning from Wonder Woman to Flower Girl, she didn’t care. At least the Martian Manhunter would regularly express his appreciation for the lovely plants.

Like every other day Diana was heading to your store. It was a quite noon, not much traffic and the weather mildly warm.
The princess turned around the corner, when she sensed something was wrong.
Usually, you’d let your door open, especially when the weather was good. She also noticed some broken flower pots lying on the ground.
Diana rushed to your store, getting slower and quieter as she got near the front door.
Carefully and without making any sound she opened the door, only to find your store completely devastated. Than she noticed a person wearing all black pointing a gun at… you.

The Amazon’s heart dropped as she saw your (e/c) eyes wide open a pleading look gracing them.
“Oh, please don’t do this.” Your voice trembled with fear.
“Nobody will miss you. It’s not like you have any people who care about you.” A deep male responded mockingly.
“I disagree on that!”
Diana had enough and stormed through the door, right towards the robber. He fired the gun at her, but the Amazon simply dodged the bullets with her arms, leaving the man shocked, but only for a split of second. The Amazon already grabbed him and threw him into the next wall, his body falling unconscious onto some broken flower pots.

“Y-You are Wonder Woman?!”
Diana simply turned around and gave you a gentle smile,
“But this is a little secret between us.”
You nodded and started to fumble with your hands, still trying to proceed what just happened.
“You saved my life! I don’t know how to thank you.” You looked around your now ruined little store and hung your head.
“I’d like to give you some flowers, but they all have been destroyed. I am so sorry.”
You sighed with an apologetic look lingering in your (b/c) orbs.
Diana took your hand and gave you an reassuring smile.
“Don’t apologize, you are clearly the harmed one here. I should be apologizing for being too late.”
The Amazon princess took a look around and noticed an intact bundle of red roses. She picked them up and turned to you.
“I’d really like to take those. I want to give them to someone who means very much to me.”
Diana could have sworn your head dunked further down.
“Oh… They must be really lucky then. I hope they’ll appreciate them.”
When you lifted your head your (e/c) eyes met her deep blue ones.
“I hope so too. (Y/N), would you like to go on a date with me after we clean up your store? I know a wonderful place where we can get the best ice cream around here.”
Your eyes sparked up and that frown on your face turned into a bright smile.
“Yes I’d love to!”

Daryl x Reader - It's always you (Request)


Requested by Anon:  Hey! Can you please write an imagine with daryl where they are in the farm and the reader is younger so Shane notice that they’re in love so he goes mad and all but it has a fluffy end?

I hope you like it anon ♥

(Y/e/c)= Your eye color

(Y/h/c)= Your hair color

Warning: Attempted sexual assault (but the rest is Daryl fluff)


It’s been five days since Sohpia’s disappearance and you could tell that everyone are upset and stressed out by the fact that she hadn’t left any phisical evidence that could help our reserch.

Sit on the porch of Hershel’s house, you stare at the horizon.

The sun is almost set but all you can think about is where Sophia could possible be.

The though of her all alone and scared makes you really sad.

Suddenly you hear someone get close…It was Daryl.

“Hey! Did you find her?” you asked smiling, with an hint of hope in your voice.

“I’m sorry…”

“Oh” the smile dropped from your face while you lower your head sadly.

“Hey, we will find her…here!” he lift his hand to show you a flower:” It’s a Cherokee Rose…The story is that when American soldiers were moving Indians off their land on the trail of tears the Cherokee mothers were grieving and crying so much ‘cause they were losing their little ones along the way from exposure and disease and starvation. A lot of them just disappeared. So the elders, they, uh, said a prayer. Asked for a sign to uplift the mothers’ spirits, give them strength and hope. The next day, this rose started to grow right where the mothers’ tears fell. I took one for Carol but somehow they reminds me of you”.

He puts the flower on your hair, however he doesn’t pull his hand away but he lingers it on your cheek.

Smiling you lean into his touch.

“I better go now” Daryl says pulling away and turning to walk to his tent.


He stops on his traks, waiting for you to continue: “Thank you…for everything” you say, giving him a kiss on his cheek.

Daryl didin’t answer, he just smile and walks away, not aware that someone watched the whole scene, not liking it one bit.

Shane always like the young girl; how her (Y/e/c) shine and how her beautiful (Y/h/c) hair frame her face.

She was perfect but really young; on her twenty’s so he didn’t approach her before.

However, seeing her with Daryl made him so angry that he decided that now it’s the time for some action.


You were on your way to the RV when someone grabbed your wrist:
“Hey (Y/n)! Can I show you something?”

You stare at him suspiciously so he continues:
“It’s about Sophia, tomorrow you’ll go looking for her with Rick so I wanna show you area you two will inspect”.

“Oh…ok lead the way then”.

The table where the group reunite before going out the farm, is situated near the barn, so you didn’t suspect anything; however Shane stops and quickly turns toward you: “You and Daryl seems pretty close”.

Confused by his sudden interest on you and Daryl you answered: “Mmmh…yeah, so what?”

“Well…don’t you mind what people would think? I mean, he could be your father”.

You start to feel anger grows in you.

Why does he care?
“No! I don’t care about our age gap, we’re living in a word where dead people roam the streets so, do you really think that people will care about me and Daryl being together?”

Seeing that he can’t separate You from Daryl made Shane so angry that he push you violentely against the barn’s side, blocking you and starting to nip and kiss your neck:
“Shane what are you doing?”
“I’ll make you feel good, he doesn’t deserve you”

You start screaming for help but Shane muffled your cry with his left hand: 

“Sssh…Aren’t older men your thing, huh?”

When Shane start to unzip your jeans, tears stream down from your eyes.

When you think that there’s nothing left to do, you see Shane being threw down by someone:
“Stay away from my girl you son of a bitch”

Through your teary eyes you see Daryl on top of Shane, punching him on his face.

“Daryl stop! You’ll kill him!”

Hearing your broken voice, he stands up, leaving an unconscious Shane on the ground, and envelope you into a tight hug.

“It’s you…it’s always you that save me from walkers and…people” you say, sobbing into his chest.

Daryl kisses the top of your head, whispering sweet nothings to sooth you.

When you finally calmed down, you take his ruined hand and kissed his knuckles:”Let’s go patch-up your hand and then we going to sleep into your tent”.

Smiling he just added:” Into our tent”, before walking with you back to the farm.


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The First and Last Times. - Young!Sirius Black x Female!Reader

(A/N): I haven’t written an imagine in ages, so this probably sucks so I apologize I advance.

Plot: The first and last time you and Sirius speak, kiss, and see each other. 

Warnings: Cussing, Character(s) death, hate on Peter,Wolfstar shipping, terribly written and probably more!

Word count: 3k give or take a hundred.

Originally posted by act-more-like-a-dog-sirius

Originally posted by kissing-pleasure

Originally posted by nellaey


The first time you saw him, you were completely awestruck. The way his carbon hair framed his face, how he would lean his head back some when he laughed because of something one of the troublemakers in his group of friends would say. (You later learned that they called themselves the Marauders.) His smile was almost contagious, you were gazing from one end of the Gryffindor dining tables to the other end when you first noticed Sirius Orion Black. When you first noticed him, you took everything in you could without actually speaking to him. His grey eyes shined brightly when he and his friends talked about something that he was interested in. Next thing you know, Peter Pettigrew was whispering something into James Potter’s ear, causing him to gaze at you and Lily Evans. Which isn’t unusual whatsoever. He’d been pining after the female since the first year, and now you all were in the second year. It was weird, undoubtedly that you hadn’t noticed the boy, even though you had shared the same house, and had mutual friends. Instead of James looking at Lily, he was looking at you - smacking the top of Sirius’ head, when he confirmed you were staring at Sirius, and not Remus, Peter, or himself. There was an exchanging of words between the male who now had a hand placed where James had hit, and James. Sirius leaned over Remus, to get a better look at you, causing Remus to huff and puff (but not blow the house down.) He sent a smirk your way, causing Lily to mumble something about how James and Sirius were both dumb.


The first time Sirius Orion Black saw (Y/FULL/N) he was in awe, just like you were. The way (y/h/c) would frame your face and would travel behind you if you’d take off sprinting for any reason. He noticed how your (e/c) would light up some as you, Marlene, Lily, Mary, and Alice would joke about something, or talk about whatever you enjoyed. He also noticed how you would toss your head back if you got frustrated with something in the first period since he sat three rows behind you. He noticed how if you really wanted to answer a question your body would wiggle excitedly as you raised your hand, trying to gain more attention from the teacher. But he also noticed how brave you were. You had told Lucius Malfoy off during that class period, due to him making some sly comment about Lily’s blood status. He adored the fact you’d stand up to Lucious - or anyone for that matter - if it meant protecting your friends. He nudged Potters side to point out what he did so Potter wouldn’t hex Lucious. (But he still did, I mean, he had to protect ‘his precious Lily Flower.’)


The first time Sirus had felt the honor of kissing (y/n) was during the fifth year. He had convinced you to sneak out and meet him in the common room, so he could borrow James invisibility cloak and sneak to Hogsmeade. Now the only place open when you arrived was The Three Broomsticks, luckily you didn’t see any teachers. You had both ordered fire whiskey, surprised him. He thought you’d order tea or something more feminine like giggle water. But you didn’t. You ordered the drink he enjoyed, which made the feelings he had for you stronger as silly as it seemed. A good hour and a half later, your cheeks red from the fourth cup of fire whiskey you were downing, and all the compliments Sirius was showering you with. His cheeks were red as well, but because he was trying to plan when to kiss you on the walk back to Hogwarts.

“….But, I told her to fuck off! I mean, I understand it’s against ‘girl code’ for me to go out with you, but who does Marlene think she is? I mean seriously Sirius, she’s not all high and mighty! Merlin, I told her how much I liked you and then she came back and told me that she had a date for the Hogsmeade trip two months ago.” You had been rambling on for a bit, your brows furrowing, your hair bouncing as you spoke due to how much you were moving your head.

“Fuck it.” Sirius murmured as he leaned across the table you bother were sitting at, smashing his lips into yours. You let out a slight squeal, kissing him back with the same amount of passion. It was slightly sloppy, but it was perfect to the both of you and that’s all that mattered.


The first thing Sirus had said to you was something along the lines of either a cheesy pickup line or him complaining about something assigned for classwork. Or at least that’s what you both agreed to tell everyone. Butin reality, you had gone out to the astrology tower and had found him there, his head hung low as he was looking out. He had just gotten a howler from Walburga. It was telling him how he was a disappointment, for being both in Gryffindor and being friends with many muggle-borns. He was cursing down below, trying to decide how to get away from her and the rest of his family. Now he didn’t want to leave Regulus there with them, but every day he became more and more how his parents wanted him and less of a brother to Sirius. Walburga had convinced Regulus to shut out Sirius when he went to Hogwarts. Even though he didn’t want to. Regulus wanted nothing more than to have his brother, and to be there for each other but Walburga wanted the opposite. You had walked to the astrology tower distraught. You couldn’t talk the DADA teacher into letting you see your boggart just in front of him, you knew what it would be. You didn’t want other students to know. It was the moment you saw your mother dead, on the kitchen floor. You don’t know what happened, and you honestly didn’t care to know. You let out a shaky breath before you started sobbing again.

“Look, this is my feel sorry for myself location, so can you please go.

”“Y-yeah, sorry, I’m also sorry about whatever happened Sirius.” You muttered, turning around to walk down the many stairs.

“Wait, (y/n) that was rude, whats wrong?” He didn’t even need to see your face to know it was you. He just needed to hear your voice.

“Boggart lesson is coming up, and quite frankly I don’t want to do it since I already know what it is.” You replied, turning around again so you were facing his back. 

He turned around also, sighing softly. “Your mother’s death?” He didn’t need to know you to know about what happened. He remembers you walking down to the Potters house Christmas morning, a few months ago, during your fourth year. You and James had become friends when he realized how close you both lived to each other, and how you were friends with Lily. You had walked a total of three houses down to the Potters, your face red with tears, and your hands shaking. You had found your mother on the floor, dead. You knocked on the door of the more than welcoming home, due to how soft it was the family and Sirius almost didn’t hear it. If it hadn’t been for the terribly loud sob that racked threw your body, after barely hitting on the door, James wouldn’t have opened it.“(Y/N)? Oh my Merlin, what happened?” He asked frantically as he grabbed onto your shoulder, pulling you into his house, his mother instantly walking towards the two of you and motioning for you and the messy haired, glasses wearing boy to go to her kitchen. It pained Sirius to see you like this, the girl he had a crush on since the beginning of the second year, but from afar of course. It pained him to see you look so disheveled and broken, and your loud sobs raking through your body as you collapsed to the floor in the kitchen as the mother and son duo shared whispers about what happened. Sirius was instantly brought back to reality as you said “Y-yes.” in between sobs, running a hand through your (h/c and length) hair, tugging on it some while doing so. Granted this was the first time you both spoke to each other he opened his arms for you, instantly letting you hug him if you felt the need or want to. And you took him up on the offer. You wanted to feel the connection of someone holding you that wasn’t Alice, Marlene, Lily or James. You craved a different type of affection. Little did the both of you know that this night would lead to the both of you have a growing relationship with each other. “Look, (Y/n/n), I know what happened must suck, but I’m in the same boat but the difference between the both of us, and our boggart, is mine is my alive mother. Along with some of my other family, but you get it. I know it sucks dealing with this, but you have people that care about you and for you. Don’t hold this in, okay?“ He muttered against the girl’s forehead, kissing it gently. "O-okay Sirius. Thank you.” She smiled a fake smile, but it helped some. Fake it till you make it, right?


The last time Sirius Orion Black saw you, you had been killed. A death eater had used the killing curse on you. Better known as Avada Kedavra. Between the curse and the fact you fell down one floor, he knew you were dead. The love of his life was dead. He instantly ran over to you, while wizards were throwing hexes and curses his way as he ran to you. But he dodged them. He let out loud cries, that would’ve made one think he was struck with the cruccio curse, but he was hit with a pain that was much more excruciating than that. He had lost you. You both were planning on starting a family after the wizarding war, but he was struck with the reality that he wouldn’t be able to do that with you. No one would. You wouldn’t have been able to bare a child, to explore, and even properly live. The both of you had a future planned to share, and now that wouldn’t happen. You were gone. And so was a piece of him. He was heartbroken for the fact he lost you, and the fact that he had lost the only person (besides Remus) he could picture starting a future with. He wanted you to hold is children, knowing between the both of your features they’d be mini-gods and goddesses. The both of you wouldn’t have words to describe them, and now he knows he won’t even get to have them with you.

The last time you saw Sirius you were standing on the floor above him, fighting his cousin, Bellatrix. She was after you due to the fact that in her mind you destroyed her family because Sirius loved you and you were Muggle-born. You looked down from where you were, smiling gently. You knew you’d probably die, and you know you’d die loved. You were loved by your family, and the family you had chosen which consisted of James, Sirius, Peter, Lily, Marlene, Alice, Frank, and Remus. You felt loved every day. You knew they’d miss you if you were to die, but you never truly knew how much. James and Remus had earned the titles of the older brothers you never had, and you loved them dearly.  They were one of the main reasons you and Sirius got together. Peter, Frank, and Marlene were those cousins that you may not always get along with, but you knew you loved them and vice versa. Even if one of them would be a rat. Lily and Alice were the sisters you never had. You all protected each other until the end and vice versa. During your thoughts you felt a slight shove, sending you over a banister and “Avada Kedavra!” and you saw black. As Sirius heard the killing curse he looked up, and instantly shattered. Remus looked up also, along with James and Peter but they knew they had to protect Sirius so they wouldn’t lose more than two friends within seconds. They felt the same pain as Sirius but knew they couldn’t show it in those very moments.

The last time you had the honor of feeling Sirius’ lips on yours was right when you said the words, “After the war, I want to try to have a baby. Unless you don’t want to. Then we don’t have to obviously.” Your fiance had the widest smile on his face, smiling as he picked you up and placed a kiss on your lips. “Siri, baby you have to use your words…” You giggled softly, knowing him picking you up and so on was his version of saying he wanted to try also.
“Yes, (y/n/n), just yes. A million times yes!” His words caused you to giggle, and smack the top of his head softly.
“Smart ass, are you ready to go out there, and kick some ass?” He nodded in response, and you smashed your lips into his once more, having a bad feeling about going out there. You could feel something in the pit of your stomach, and instead of thinking something was going to happen to Sirius, you could almost tell something was going to happen to you. You kept kissing him, until you heard the loud voices of James and Remus, as James suggested to fake kiss Remus to you and the other boy what the both of you looked like, but Remus declined, knowing with the cheeky nature of James’ he’d probably try to place a kiss on the males lips. James pouted some, declaring the behavior Remus had shown was rude to show to his boyfriend before they went to fight, but Remus just chuckled, hugging the other three people tightly just in case you were to never see one of them again. And honestly, they all thought if one of them were to lose the life they had lived first, it would probably be Peter. And the males suggested to surreptitiously place a bet on it, causing the girls to yell at the inhumane nature they had just displayed. They would be heartbroken if they lost Peter, but Merlin, in the long run, they wished they lost the rat rather than you.


The last words Sirius had said to you were at your funeral. You had been lying in the casket, looking more asleep than dead and it honestly messed with his head, He had been waiting for the woman had been infatuated with to wake up, and tell him it was all some cruel prank on him. But it wasn’t. She was gone, and so was a piece of his being.
He was sitting outside of the location your funeral, his eyes bloodshot with all the tears he had been shedding, a cup of firewhiskey in his hand and a lit cigarette in the other. He had the suit of his that he wore to the Yule Ball, that you loved so much. You loved how the colors complimented his skin and grey eyes. You loved everything about it on him, and to be honest, you had thought about ripping it off of him many times. But he was the only one to know about that, along with your female friends. But that’s beside the point. It wasn’t the traditional black, and he knew you wouldn’t have wanted that. So he wore the next best thing.
“Hey, (YN) I don’t know how this works quite frankly. I miss you love. I miss you so damn much, this was supposed to be our wedding, not your funeral. Not you getting laid to eternal peace and it’s not fair. I need you here. I need you to be back with me. I still have yet to clean out anything of yours. I broke down the other day when Remus changed the bedding. It smelled like you. It still does. Just not as strong. I miss it. I miss the smell of your perfume and anything else you’d use to smell good. I held your favorite jumper of mine the other day - and it smelled more like you than it’s ever smelled like me.” He started, hitting the cigarette in between his fingers before starting again.
“Doll, I miss you so much. Did you know Lily is pregnant? If you did, give me some type of sign so I know you’re listening…” He stated, laughing some as a strong gust of wind came threw brushing his hair in a way you would, behind his ears. “I’m guessing you did. If it’s a boy they’re naming him Harry, but if it’s a female they talked about for a middle name, using your first name. You know you’d love that. I have bets that it’ll come out with Lily’s hair, and James’ eyes. It’ll be a cute kid. I’m going to be a godfather! Now, if you were here you’d be a godmother! Or even, an almost mother. Oh, my Merlin, McGonagall would hate that. If she had Weasleys, Malfoys, Potters, and Blacks altogether. God that’d be terrible. She’d be having us again. I think that would be good for her. Dumbledore misses you, you know? He feels terrible about what happened, and even though the old man shouldn’t he does. But he does talk about how you’re probably having an amazing time speaking with your mother and seeing her.” He smiled, putting his cigarette out as he finished it, sighing gently. “Well, (Y/n), I guess this is goodbye for now. I love you. So much Princess.” He muttered as he walked back in, putting on another smile as another gust of wind came, and he swore he heard ‘I love you, Siri.’ But he also knew it was impossible but how he wishes it was true. But he holds onto that, due to the fact it makes his days easier and makes him feel better. He misses you terribly, and so do the boys, but you learn that so quickly when you are almost tackled to the ground by a paler than usual looking James and Lily, knowing what happened. Knowing they were dead. Knowing all Sirius had left was Peter and Remus and you felt terrible. But James and Lily told you about how he still loved you and missed you a few months later.

anonymous asked:

Could maybe write something with Jaime Lannister and the reader. The reader is Ned Starks bastard daughter (known to be a great beauty) and Jaime meets her for the first time when he comes to Winterfell and they speak alone outside during the feast. They get a little touchy and what not. The rest is up to you. Thank you :)

Pairing: Jaime Lannister x Reader
Fandom: GoT ; ASoIaF
Warnings: oral sex ; tiny (super tiny) bit of angst

A/N: hello, love! soo, I wasn’t sure whether you wanted me to write angst or smut, so I decided to write a little bit of both :) hope you like it <3


“Lot of uptight lords they are, if you ask me,” Jon mumbled, standing next to you, both of you far away from the Stark family, despite of the fact that both of you were the children of Ned as well.

You smiled a little and got up on your tiptoes, trying to see a little more of the King and Queen.

“I don’t know.. Maybe they’re nice,” you turned your head to look at him and had to laugh at the way he was eyeing you. “All right. Forget I said anything.”

In the meantime, Jaime took one good look at all the Stark children and then an even longer look at Sansa, who smiled a bit shyly at him.

“Say, Lord Stark. Where is your other daughter? (Y/N), isn’t it? I heard she was a feast for the eyes.”

Robert looked around as well and nodded.

“He’s right! Where is (Y/N)? Haven’t seen her since she was a babe!”

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Take a book leave a book (pt. 2)

welp who remembers this old thing. I sure do. Anyway this is part two of take a book leave a book with harrison osterfield.

Harrison had never thought himself to be one of the biggest parts of your life, he knew you were best friends and he was sad to have to leave you behind, but he didn’t think him leaving would cause such an impact on the girl who was practically fearless around him.

Harrison stared out his window waiting for y/n to go outside. He watched for hours, till you came outside with your head still in a book. He ran out of his room yelling a quick goodbye to his mother, running across the street he stopped only a few feet in front of the girl. His face had morphed into shock just looking at her. You had changed more than he expected while he was away. Your (y/h/t) (y/h/c) framed your face in a mysterious way, showing enough to be captivated, hiding everything what he wanted to see.

“(y/n)’’he breathed out shock still visible in his voice. You slowly started to lift your head, wanting to finish the page you where on before acknowledging the person who had spoken to you, finishing you flipped the page and look up.

Harrison stood in front of you mirroring the same face of shock, you could have jumped into him, hugged him spoken back to him or even ignored him, but all you could was stare at the blonde boy in front of you. Your thoughts raced a mile a minute while studying his face, he looked as shocked to see you as you did him. He hadn’t changed much since you last saw him, same crystal blue eye’s, blonde messy hair which he spent hours trying to style even if you told him he looked fine with his curly hair, the only thing that had changed about him was his height a body, now slightly taller than you and musceled body.

‘’Harrison?” you asked, knowing already that it was him.

He closed his gaping mouth,’’ uhh ya, y/n uhh hi. Wow you’ve changed quite a bit.’’

You could feel anger bubbling inside of you. Of course you had changed, he’s the one who left, he decided to leave he never called back, he never texted back, he choose everything over you his best friend. He choose to go with tom and leave you, of course you were mad you had every right to be, he was your everything and he just left without a warning never talking to you again. You wanted to yell at him, scream, but all that came out was, ‘’ You wouldn’t know, Harrison.’’ pushing your way past him you had to hold back the urge to hug him, to bring him close to you, because no matter how mad you where you missed your best friend. Holding back tears, you jumped in your car and sped off leaving the blonde in your driveway, holding back his own tears.

Sup dude’s, anyway keep this going or not? Do you guys want a part three?

Trauma and Healing: The End [Jason Todd x Reader]

A/n: Oh man! The final chapter!! I hope you guys enjoy it and I thank you for all the support on this series! PLEASE PAY MIND TO THE WARNINGS.

Warning: Multi-Personality Disorder, Death, Suicide

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Ch. 1 - Ch. 2 - Ch. 3 - Ch. 4 - Ch. 5 - Ch. 6 - Ch. 7 - Ch. 8 - Alternate Ending


Ch. 9

The first thing Jason felt was his head pounding. It felt like his skull would crack open at any second due to the immense pressure within it. Cracking open his eyes he squinted in the dim room. A single spot light hung above him, it being the only illumination of the room. For a moment, he thought he was in one of his nightmares. That the Joker would show up in front of him, dragging a crowbar along the concrete floor.

But no, he was very awake. Not hearing the sound of metal scraping against concrete, just the sound of breathing. Looking next to him, Roy and Kori were tied up beside him on opposite sides of the pillar. “Roy! Kori!” Saying in a harsh whisper, trying to bring consciousness to his friends. He heard Roy groan, shifting his body Jason brought his leg back to nudge him. Roy opened his eyes and looked around. “Where are we?”

“I don’t know, Kori’s still out.” Jason answered. “Do you remember anything?” Looking over at his friend. Roy thought for a moment, “They came up behind me, whoever it was. You?” Jason shook his head, “Only they wore an all black suit except the eyes” remembering the white lenses of the suit. Roy groaned and leaned against the pillar. Jason looked around the room while trying to get Kori to wake up. After a few minutes her eyes fluttered open. She tried melting through her restraints but had no luck.

“It’s cute you thought that would work.” Seven spoke from within the shadows of the ceiling. She’d been there the entire time. “I mean, I did capture you. You think I wouldn’t have the correct restraints?”

Jason and the others looked for the owner of the voice. God, he wishes he had his helmet. Night vision would be great. “Who are you?” Roy called and the sound of her climbing down and her feet hitting the floor could be heard. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” She said before a laugh.

“Come into the light you coward!” Kori challenged as they followed the sound of footsteps. The footsteps stopped before Seven stepped into the light. They all stared at the white lenses that covered her eyes. Jason narrowed his eyes at her, “Who are you?” Seven laughed, “‘What am I?’ would be a better question.”

Seven grinned under her mask. “Me, well I go by Seven. And well, I’m the person you love Jason.” Jason stared at the masked person in front of him. Trying to decipher who they were. “No guesses? Well, you three aren’t much fun.”

They watched as she reached up to the top of her mask. Pulling it off as [h/c] hair framed a familiar face.


Seven laughed, “In a way. You see, I’ve been inside [F/n] since the particle accelerator exploded. Since the night that wave of dark matter hit her. You see, I came from a very dark place inside [F/n]. That night, she was planning on killing herself. The mix of drugs and darkness seemed to fuse with the dark matter. Creating her powers which are connected to her emotions, along with me. I’m the embodiment of that darkness. I’m here to protect her from other dark things, from things that might hurt her. So I’ve taken the forefront, and she’s never coming back. I have to do this to protect her from those things. To protect me.” She kneeled in front of Jason, taking his chin between her fingers. “Things, like you.”

He narrowed his eyes at her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’d never hurt her.” Growling back at her, not breaking eye contact. Seven chuckled, “It’s a shame really, she actually loved you.” Jason’s eyes widened when she said that, ‘she loves me’ thinking to himself. “[F/n], please I know you’re in there. I need you to fight.” He begged trying to get through to her.

[F/n] was witnessing this entire thing, trapped in her own mind. ‘Please don’t do this’ She begged Seven, who didn’t pay her any mind. “[F/n], she is weak.” She let go of Jason’s chin, standing and turning around. ‘I am not weak! I can take care of myself, LET ME OUT!’ Her voice rang in her skull, Seven stopped walking. Holding her temple.

“[F/n] come on you’re stronger than her!” Roy yelled next, pulling at his restraints. “You’ve proven how strong you are, fight her!” Kori was next. Jason stared at Seven as she held her head. “[F/n] please, I need you. I… I love you!”

Seven spun around that instant, though it wasn’t Seven who faced them. Those words seemed to trigger something, a warmth inside your soul that was just enough to bring you back. Collapsing on the floor you looked up at Jason. “You love me?” whispering. “[F/n]” Jason smiled, sighing in relief. “God yes. I love you more than anything. I love you more than life itself.” You felt tears prick your eyes as you rushed over, pulling a knife from your belt and cutting Jason & Roy’s restraints and unlocking the special cuffs used for Kori. Immediately Jason stood and wrapped his arms around you. “I was so worried about you. Thank god you’re alright.”

You cried into his soldier, “I did so many awful things, I’m so sorry Jason. I’m so sorry.” He rubbed your back trying to help you calm down. “It’s not your fault, it was Seven. It’s going to be okay.” He began to lead you out of the room, Roy and Kori in front of you both. Kori was checking for anyone in the corridors. While Roy sent out a distress beacon.

As he helped you, thoughts ran through your head. What if you couldn’t control this? What if she comes back? She tries to hurt Roy again? Kori again? Jason again? What if you’re really not strong enough for this? You couldn’t live with yourself if something happened to them.

Looking up at Jason, his eyes were glued on your exit. You took in his features; his blue eyes, the sharpness of his jaw, the white streak decorating the front of his raven black hair. Remembering how it felt to sleep in his arms and how he protected you every second of your life since you met him. How could you put him in this danger? It’s time you protected him.

In a split second you grabbed one of the guns from it’s holster on his thigh. Pushing away from him and pressing the barrel to your temple as your finger rested on the trigger.

“[F/n]! What are you doing?!” He yelled, seeing the tears stream from your eyes. Roy and Kori came running over, “[F/n] put the gun down!” Roy yelled.

“I can’t.” You shook your head. “I can’t put you all in that danger. With Seven, I can’t control her. She’s evil and murderous. I can’t do it, I’m not strong enough.” Sobs broke up your words. Jason shook his head, “No, you can do it. I know you can. [F/n] please put the gun down, I love you. Please, I’m begging you.” His voice trembled, in fear of the finger resting on the trigger. He took a few steps closer to you.

You kept your distance, taking steps back, “Don’t come any closer!” Your hand tightened on the gun, finger still on the trigger. “I’m sorry Jason. I’m doing this because I love you. It’s time I protected you. So, this.. This is goodbye.”

More tears streamed from your eyes. Jason shook his head, tears brimming his cerulean blues. “[F/n], I’m begging you. Please.”

“I love you Jason.”

As soon as the words left your mouth your eyes just tight and your finger pulled the trigger.

“Oh my god no no no!” Jason ran over, catching you before your body met the floor. “[F/n] please! Please wake up!” His hand caressed your hair as tears poured from his eyes.

Kori was clinging to Roy, hiding in his neck as Roy just stared shocked.

Jason pulled you into his chest, cradling you in his arms as he cried into your neck. “Please, don’t leave me. I need you, I love you.” Your body remained limp and lifeless as he continued to sob. Time seemed to stand still as Jason held your lifeless body in his arms.

It not picking up again until footsteps running into the room could be heard. Jason looked up, seeing Bruce running in with Dick, Damian, and Tim on his tail. With Oliver and Dinah running to Roy and Kori. “Oh no” Bruce could be heard mumbling.

Jason looked back down at you.

You. The love of his life.