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When We Collide (Part 12)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

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“Y/N, you threw up in her Marc Jacobs bag? That must be the funniest thing I’ve heard all week!” 

“Trust me, it wasn’t as funny as it sounds.” You mumbled with your phone resting between your shoulder and ear, eyes glancing up to look for when the elevator would arrive.

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Dive (pt. 2)

 Im so so so sorry it took me this long.  But its here, albeit with a shitty ending so sorry for that… but i hope you enjoy it anyways.  

- Cassie 

Part 1 can be found here

Originally posted by midsummermagiic

           It had been a couple weeks since you walked out on Tyler.  You were getting along ok, at least as ok as someone who’s love of their life had just cheated on them should be doing.  You had your moments where you just broke down and cried, those were mostly at three in the morning when Tyler called you drunk and begging you to take him back, and the nights you didn’t answer- the voicemails would be even worse.  

           Jamie like the amazing friend he is promised he would keep Tyler out of trouble as best as he could but you know yourself how much of a handful he could be.  Jamie had brought the rest of your things back to your apartment which you were extremely thankful for, it would have been hell if you had to go back and relive your relationship with Tyler.  Jamie told you that Tyler didn’t move when he was getting your stuff, he was just sitting on the couch staring blankly at the tv that wasn’t even turned on.  You broke down crying and Jamie held you and then tucked you in bed and truth be told you didn’t have very much motivation to move.

           Tyler’s game had drastically changed, anyone with eyes could see the difference between his playing when the two of you were together and now.  You couldn’t deny the pang of guilt you felt for this even knowing that Tyler isn’t your responsibility and neither is his playing ability.  You knew he was drinking more and going out a lot more than usual, Jamie had told you, and once again there was a pang of guilt.

           Today had been a particularly good day so you decided to go out to the café not far from your apartment to read a book and also get some social interaction- something you had been lacking.  You had invited Jamie along be he declined which you didn’t mind, it would give you time to think while you were moderately happy- something that hadn’t happened in a while.  You got your drink and sat down at a cozy table toward the back, away from the door.  Shortly after a man asked to sit down at you table as there were none available near a plug for his laptop.  

           “I’m sorry” the man sitting across from you starts “I have to confess, I lied I don’t need to charge my laptop, I saw you sitting here and I just wanted an excuse to talk to such a beautiful lady.”

           You feel your cheeks heating up, flattered by his comment.

           “I’m William, it’s a delight to meet you” he flashes you an award-winning smile.

           “(y/n)” you smile back politely not really interested in conversation.

           “So, do you come here very often?” Really the most used line in the book… like ever “that was stupid I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said that.”

           “Listen” you start off determined to make a point “if this were any other time I might be interested in a conversation but I’m just not right now, all I am interested in right now is my book, so if you will excuse me I’m going to get back to it.”

           “Well I could give you my number you could send me a text when you’re done the book” he says completely ignoring the point you were trying to make.

           “Listen buddy” a new voice chimes in, an all too familiar voice “I’m pretty sure the lady said she doesn’t want a conversation so if get on your way before I make you.”

           You scoff at Tyler’s assertiveness and how quickly William gets his things together.  Tyler probably wouldn’t do anything to the guy, but then again you didn’t think Tyler would cheat on you either.  Great here come the water works, so much for having a good day.  You’re interrupted from your thoughts when Tyler takes a seat across from you where William was sitting just seconds ago.

           “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you ask him extremely annoyed “At least William had the decency to ask.”  You add the last bit in knowing it would piss Tyler off.

           “William” Tyler shakes his head “would you have actually given that guy a chance (y/n)?”

           “Yeah maybe I would have” you state firmly.

           “He doesn’t seem like your type.”

           “Oh really?” you ask with a dry laugh “then what is my type Tyler?  Men that don’t care about me?  Men that party all the time?  Men that cheat on me?”

           Tyler’s features soften and you can tell right away he’s been thinking about what he did.  “(y/n) I’m sorry” he says simply.  You weren’t expecting an apology Tyler is always so stubborn.

           “How did you even find out where I was?”

           “I went to your place and I figured you just weren’t answering the door” he lets out a little chuckle “knowing you weren’t even in there makes me feel a bit stupid but anyways.  You weren’t answering so I came here because you love it here and I wanted to be close to you.”

            You can’t help it but your heart swells just before the image of him kissing the perfect blonde crosses your mind and once again tears come to your eyes. You can’t stand the idea of letting him see you cry so you pick up your things and walk out of the small café. You know Tyler is right behind you because you can hear his footsteps.

           “Is he the reason you aren’t interested?” That is not Tyler.  You turn around and William is right behind you “personally, I don’t think he’s worth your tears.”

           “It doesn’t matter what the reason is, I am just not interested in you” this boy cannot take a hint.

          “Why the fuck are you here again?” Tyler exclaims coming up to you and William.

           “Why the fuck do you think it’s ok too make a gorgeous girl cry?” William asks him getting up in Tyler’s face.  Knowing that it is a very bad decision on William’s part to get that close to Tyler you squeeze in between them, facing Tyler.  He might have broken your heart but you still trust him a hell of a lot more than a complete stranger.

          “William, you don’t know me and I don’t know you, I am not interested in you and what happens between me and Tyler does not concern you one bit” you say steadily despite the burning stares from both men.  

          “Yeah move along now buddy” Tyler adds ushering him along.

           Once William was surely gone you start talking to Tyler “Ty, I don’t blame you I honestly should have seen it coming you were out all the time partying and I mean she looked absolutely perfect.  It’s not ok that you did it but you did and it’s kind of difficult to go back on it.”

           “I was terrible to you (y/n)” Tyler says taking your hand in his “and I want to talk to you about it because you deserve so much more, so can we please go back to your apartment and talk?”

           Probably against your better judgement you let him hold your hand all the way on the ten-minute walk back to your apartment and all the way up the elevator to your apartment door where there is a basket with an assortment of things.

            “I brought this for you to apologize and you didn’t answer so I just left it” he says picking it up and studying the contents “I-uh I got you some flowers, I thought they looked nice and I remember when we went on our date to the flower garden you said you liked them, and I got you some of the candy you really like and there’s a teddy bear and I filled this jar up with everything I love about you and Jamie told me to make a photo album of all my favorite pictures of us so that’s there too, but just in case you don’t hate me any less there’s some matches in there.”  

           By the time Tyler finished rambling you had opened the door and lead him inside your apartment.  “Tyler, are you done?”

            “Well no but if you want me stop I will but I had a lot more to say” he said nervously.

             “Should I get you some water then?” you ask as a joke but when he nods you realize he’s serious when he says he still has a lot to say.  “Tyler, you just need to tell me one thing, I don’t need the gifts or the long speeches just one honest answer.”

           “Ok” he says confidently “one 100% honest answer.”

           “Was she the only the girl?”  

            Without even think about it Tyler confidently gets out a “yes.”

            “Ok now a follow up question” you pause not really sure if you want the answer “why?”

           “Because I’m stupid and I didn’t realize how amazing I had it when I had you. (y/n) if you forgive me I promise I will never party without you.”

          “That’s a pretty big promise Tyler.”

          “Well, you’re worth the biggest promises, because” he pauses “because I love you.”

           You had never heard Tyler say those words directed at you ever.  So, to say you’re a little bit shocked is an understatement.  

          “I know that you probably think I’m just desperate now, which I am, but I really do mean it.  It just took me a little while to realize.  (y/n) I love you so much it’s crazy, I didn’t think I would ever be the guy to say that but here I am and I don’t want to be any other guy.”

          “Tyler…” you say quietly cutting him off.

           “(y/n) please let me finish, if you give me a second chance I swear to you I won’t blow it, I promise you I won’t blow it.”

          “Tyler, what am I supposed to say to that?”

           “That you’ll give me a second chance?” he says hopeful “and that you love me too would be nice.”

           “Tyler, I do love you” you say and a goofy smile appears on his face “things have to change though.”

           “Things will change (y/n)” he smiles taking a step closer to you, wrapping his arms around you and giving a kiss to your forehead “Let’s go out to dinner?”

           “Ok, sure” you smile up at him “can we get pizza?”

           “We can have whatever makes you happy.”

18th Birthday/Ethan Dolan Smut

Most of these are taken from my Wattpad account! (Twtrash01)

Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want!

Request:  Could you write an imagine where it’s Ethan’s 18th birthday, so he has his first time with the reader who is a couple of years older than him? 😍 If you can, maybe you could make way separate imagine with a similar plot for Grayson too? Just because they’re both perf & it would be cool to see the differences … 😂 Thank you in advance, angel 🙂💘

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Weights & Measures Pt 2 [M]

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst, Smut

Word Count: 5k+

Triggers: swearing, drinking, sex

A/N: This fic is inspired by the song Weights and Measures by Dry the River. It’s v depressing so be warned if you decided to listen to it.

Originally posted by ew-jiminnie

“I was prepared to love you and never expect anything of you
And there’s no patron saint of silent restraint
Baby there ain’t no sword in our lake
Just a funeral wake”

-Dry the River

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Epilogue

Five Days Later

You hadn’t seen Tiffany since the first night you had sex with Yoongi. To be honest, you didn’t really want to hear the same conversation you’ve already had with her again, but this time you knew it was going to be worse because she actually knew Yoongi. The two of you decided to get lunch and she was running late. Like always. It had been a few days since you had seen him last and you were re-reading your text conversation when you heard someone clear their throat.

Tiffany looked at you suspiciously, with one eyebrow cocked. She didn’t say a word to you as she sat down at the table. She didn’t put her phone on the tablecloth so you knew she meant business. “Things going well? I’m assuming” her tone half annoyed, half serious.

“Why do you have to say it like that, Tiff?” you knew how this conversation was going to go.

“What do you mean?” you shot her a look, telling her to drop the act. “Okay, fine. I’m just nervous. I’m always fucking nervous when you start seeing someone. Or not seeing someone. I don’t even know what to call it. I’ve known Yoongi since college and you know I love you to death. The two of you are a lot alike and I don’t want either of you to get hurt, okay?”

You sighed, “I hear what you’re saying. But Yoongi and I are both adults. He and I have talked about it. If either one of us is uncomfortable with the situation we can choose to not continue”

She shook her head as you spoke, “Do you think it’s going to be that easy? Y/N, how many times have you gone through this? The guy is always willing to agree to your arrangement but then emotions get involved, like they do with every other human on the planet. How many times are you going to walk down this road before you end up heartbroken?”

“I will be fine. I am always fine, Tiffany” you tried assuring her. She did have a point, but you knew how to keep your guard up. You knew what the wrong signs were.

“I know what, but one day you’re not going to be fine Then what are you going to do?”

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PeterXReader~ Badass...

Request: Anon~Hi!! Can I request a peter parker x reader where the reader is a badass spy but is really shy at peter’s school and one day she shows her badass skills at school and peter falls in love with her plz and thanks

A/N~ hope I did this right, I got carried away…

Warnings~ cursing, fluffy, fighting

Originally posted by elmundodealex

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I’m Not In Love.

Characters: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Your history with guys is more than a little checkered and there is no way you are about to put yourself through all that again.  Even if you can’t quite get a certain tall, sultry, grey eyed super soldier out of your head.

Word Count:  2472 words

Prompt: Hercules – Won’t say I’m in love

A/N: This is my entry for @thorne93 for her fabulous 200 followers celebration (well done sweetie, you rock).  I originally requested Bucky then changed to Steve but ended up writing Buck.

There are a few things you can guarantee in life, if you drop your freshly buttered toast you know it’s gonna land butter side down, if you’re already running late you’re gonna hit traffic and when you bump into your total asshat of an ex with his new leggy supermodelesque girlfriend you’re gonna be in sweats with your hair scragged back and no make-up.  The look she had given you had made you want to punch her in her perfect, smug face.  Not that you wanted Brandon back, oh hell no.  That whole relationship was a total car crash.  You two were ancient history.  In fact, you had completely given up on men altogether.  No man on the planet is worth the aggravation and the second guessing and it’s not as if you had a ‘normal’ life.  As the lift doors opened you wandered into the lounge and dropped down on the sofa next to Nat who looked at your grumpy face with a raised eyebrow.  “You know what?  I get the prize for terrible judgement in men.”  You huffed and she tried to contain her smile as she shot a look across at Bucky who was lay on the other sofa pretending he wasn’t listening to the conversation.

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Fic: What she had to do

Here’s my post-5x18 fic. I wanted to explore what Felicity was thinking a bit in the episode and why she wasn’t there with Digg when he talked to Oliver. And then of course, I couldn’t leave it at a sad point so I had to add some future spec. :) Read it on Ao3 or below. Enjoy!

What she had to do

Felicity rolled over with a groan. Probably the worst night of sleep she had in a while – and that wasn’t saying much because she hadn’t really slept well since her breakup with Oliver.

It had been almost a year now, and she still missed sleeping in his arms. She couldn’t seem to…settle without him.

Thinking of Oliver gave her a sharp pain in her chest. She closed her eyes again and tried to push the images of him staggering into the bunker yesterday after he was released from Chase’s torture. He couldn’t even look at her. Despite the end of their romantic relationship, they had remained friends and had at least always had eye contact.

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Stuck • Lena Luthor

Lean’s (POV)

(Y/n) and I are currently in a rough patch. It definably doesn’t help that I am her boss, in fact that’s the problem. She’s a genius and an amazingly hard worker, we’ ve kept our personal life private to the point where I wasn’t even sure if my workers even knew we were dating. Apparently I was wrong as this morning we had a fight because her coworkers think that she is being promoted for reasons other than her skills. She wouldn’t accept the promotion and I wouldn’t let her not accept it so all day we’ve been avoiding each other.

As I walk into the elevator at the end of the day all I can think is what I’m going to say to her once we both get home. Just my luck that we would see each other before I’ve prepared what I’m going to say and of course she comes in when the elevator stops on her floor. Now its just the two of us, silently staring forward.

And if my luck could get any worse the elevator suddenly jolts and stops moving as the lights flicker off. “Seriously!,” (y/n) grunts in frustration.

“I’m sure the power will come back on soon,” I say calmly as she rolls her eyes. We sit there for a few more minutes and I watch as she checks for service on her phone. “Listen we might as well talk this out instead of sitting here not talking,” I try to say matter of factually.

“Why, there isn’t anything to talk about, is there?” She says stubbornly still avoiding looking at me.

“Listen, you know that I suggested the promotion to you because you’re a handworker and everyone that thinks otherwise is jealous because they know you deserve it,” I say trying to get her to look at me, “You aren’t just going to sit here and ignore me, it doesn’t seem like the storms going anywhere, anytime soon.”

“I know but that isn’t how other people see it Lena, cant you just give it to someone else, I’m not the only one who works hard here,“ She says sighing and finally looking over at me.

"But you’ve worked the hardest, please (y/n), just take the promotion, I’ll put an end to the rumors tomorrow,” I say grabbing her hands.

“Just give it to someone else… Like Lindsey, she works just as hard as me and if you still think I deserve a promotion you can give me the next one, please Lena,” She looks at me with wide eyes and I can only respond with a sigh. She deserves this promotion but I dont want another fight so I nod and pull her in for a hug.

“Okay, so we’re good now?” I ask and kiss her forehead when she nods. “Now we just have to wait for the storm to lighten up,” I smile.

We end up spending an hour in the elevator. We end up sitting on the ground leaning into each other talking about how hungry we are and making plans for dinner. According to the news there was some electric villain fighting with the new hero Supergirl absorbing all of the electricity around., I should remind myself to thank her if I ever meet her for forcing me and (y/n) to talk.

Originally posted by lenaluthorisgay

Case Study {Part II}

Author: Zoe

(A/N: Part two is here! I’m so excited to be writing for Bodhi, he is my all time favorite~!)

Detective! Bodhi x Reader

Plot Summary: John MacArthur was found dead in his home on March 3rd, 2017. His family, especially his wife and sister in law, are emotionally distressed. His neighbor is strangely nonchalant, a former prostitute has been demanding child support, and the weapon is nowhere to be found. New LAPD detective Bodhi Rook has been assigned to this murder, and has been paired up with you, one of the precinct’s finest. Try not to let your emotions hinder the case, detective.

You and Bodhi had sat in the conference, reviewing your case assignment for about five days, but the case board only showing clues, and no solid leads.

“Nothing? Not even foreign fingerprints?” Bodhi asked, as you shook your head.

“Forensics team didn’t find anything from the outside other than shoeprints. And those were a men’s size 8.” You sighed, rubbing your temple. “Paper says MacArthur was a size 11.”

“So the killer is a man?”

You shook your head, picking slightly at the staple in your papers. “Can’t say for sure. Anybody could have been wearing those shoes.”

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Alex Karev Imagine

Alex Karev Imagine
833 Words
Suggestions: The Reader is Alex’s daughter, who causes a lot of mischief. She gets caught by some doctors, and gets punished.
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Originally posted by spencerhastinghs

You snickered, holding a walkie-talkie in your hand. A guy was walking around, lost and confused. Oh yeah, he’s an intern. Your dad pointed it out to you.

“You’re getting closer to your demise,” You spoke in a ghostly voice.

You set up speakers and whenever you got close to one, it would project your voice from the walkie-talkie. It was hilarious. The guy was starting to freak out. You were starting to laugh. He looked so confused. Someone cleared your throat behind you. You turned, seeing Dr. Bailey give you a look. She held her hand out. You frowned and handed her the walkie-talkie.

“Go to the E.R. Cross.”

“AH! IT’S THE CHIEF! SHE’S HAUNTING ME!”

You burst out laughing and got up.

“Come on. Your father should be on his break now, he should find a way to discipline you for acting so stupidly in the halls.”

You frowned, following her with your arms crossed. You stood in the Attending’s lounge, unable to speak after Bailey’s death glare. Your father walked in and looked at you. He sighed.

“What did she do now?”

“She was traumatizing Cross in the halls.”

He looked at you as she walked out.

“Really? You were traumatizing an intern.”

You looked away from him.

“Well yeah, I asked him a question and he said to go away. It was serious.”

“How serious was the question for you to haunt him in the halls?!”

“Well I found you, didn’t I?”

“You can ask a nurse to page me! The Nurses here know you, they’ll talk to you and whatever. You don’t do that to people.”

“Whatever.”

“Don’t whatever me. That’s my line.”

“And look where I got it from?”

“Don’t get smart with me! Just…”

He sighed, rubbing his face.

“Give me your car keys.”

“What?!”

“Give me your car keys.”

“Dad!”

“You’re taking the bus home.”

He grabbed his wallet and held up a 20.

“Go, and don’t come back here.”

“Dad, this isn’t fair.”

“Well life isn’t fair. And you’re apologizing to Cross too.”

“You know what, I’ll take the bus home. I’m fine with it. Let everyone call me a loser.”

You snatched the 20 from his hand and threw your keys at him. You walked out the door and went down the hall.

“(Y/N)!!”

“I’m leaving! Whatever! SEE YOU AT HOME DAD!”

You walked down to the elevator and got in. Meredith stood and looked at you.

“(Y/n), what are you doing here?”

“I traumatized an Intern and now I have to take the bus home. That’s just great. The guy deserved it. And I pushed the nurses too far with trying to page him every 5 minutes with no reason so I asked the guy. He told me to go away and well, here we are. I’m going home, maybe I’ll head to work instead. He doesn’t wanna see me home, right? He’s so busy all the time.”

You shrugged, walking out of the elevator.

“(Y/n).”

“It’s fine! I mean, but whatever. Who cares? Am I right?”

You got outside and got on a bus. When you got home, you frowned, throwing your bag on the couch and leaning against it. Your foot did hurt. The nurse at your school said put an ice on it and it would stop. Well, guess what, here you are, in pain. You were tripped by a guy at school today because ‘You took a prank to far’. Whatever, the world just loves to watch you crash and burn, am I right?

After a while, you sat in your room finishing off your book report before throwing it in your bag. You got up and checked the time. 4:30. School ended an hour ago. You did your homework. You bothered your Dad long enough, you should head to work maybe? You heard the door open and keys hit the table.

“(Y/n)!”

You sighed.

“WHAT?!”

You were not in the mood to get punished today, you just weren’t. It wasn’t an option. First your keys, now this is what? A talk? You walked outside, limping a bit and saw your Dad at the kitchen table.

“What is it?”

“Mer said you weren’t walking right.”

“So?”

“So?”

“Yeah, so? I have to head to work. Let me take the BUS!”

You were going to go out when your Dad stopped you.

“Let me see your foot.”

“Let me see my keys? Oh, no? Okay then, we’re in agreement.”

You started limping out the door. He picked you up and sat you in the car.

“HEY! LET ME OUT! HEY! THIS IS KIDNAPPING! WHAT ARE YOU DOING-?! DON’T LOCK THE DOOR! HEY!! HEY!!!!”

You broke your ankle. You sat in the Peds area in the most childish room possible.

“Why are you such a troublemaker,” Your dad asked.

“I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me?”

“Why are you smart?”

“Why are you so busy?”

“I have work.”

“I have school, I guess we both have something to do.”

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aerial ethereal challenge day 5: favourite brotp

“Hey, John, remember when you told me you fuck a Kotova and you go directly to hell?” My eyes dart from him and Timo’s closed door, the suggestion hopefully clear.
“I’m currently in hell.” He glowers. “I realize that. Thanks for reminding me, Thora.” I swear the corner of his lips curve upward as he passes me, unable to suppress the burgeoning happiness.
“You love it in hell, John?” I laugh into a bigger smile.
He spins around, walking backwards to the elevators, and he says, “All my friends are here. So it beats everywhere else.”
Friends. He admitted to having multiple friends. My cheeks hurt.
He turns around, back facing me, and waves. “Night, Thora. Keep making stupid decisions.”

anonymous asked:

If requests are open umm can i request a ambw smut with jay park where it's a ddlg relationship and you are needy for him so you come to the studio naked? (If your willing to put my name in it its karruche! 😘thx)

I have the perfect song for this. You should listen to feature by Jay Park and Cha Cha. It’ll fit it well anon ;)

Feature(AMBW):

Sighing softly you looked up at your ceiling chewing on your bottom lip as the ceiling fan as the blades went around in countless circles circulating the air to keep you nice and cold. Naked and frustrated you lie there just trying to get your head to stop producing the images of a naked Jay. A wet dripping, naked Jay. And it wasn’t all of his fault no, not his fault for making music or lip biting and being a tease. He was simply doing his job, knowing that it would pay off in the end. And luckily enough you were the one to have him coming home to you every night. Giving you those deep stares and teasing touches on your soft pussy lips. His touches always you feeling weak and needy for more. Just thinking about it right now made you more needy for him. 

It wasn’t going to get any better from here and you wished that you could just get up and go to see him… But.. Why couldn’t you? He was your man after all and he said if you needed anything and he wasn’t home or answering his phone you were welcome to come see him. So you would try to call and then  you would go see him. Having a plan you rolled over on your stomach, grabbing your phone to dial his number. Of course you knew he would always answer your calls no matter what because he kept his phone close to him always for you. But this time when he answered you looked around for paper finding some on your desk.

“Hello? Hello? Jagi???” He questioned over the blare of the music. You ran back to your bed from the desk crumpling up the paper to make scratching noises. 

“I can’t hear you! I’m needy and my phone is breaking up! I’monmywaybye!” You said it all in a rush hanging up. You knew he was trying to talk to you, to tell you to wait for him to come home and be a good girl but you simply didn’t want to do those things. Because you were a princess and princesses didn’t get told no. Or wait in this matter. 

Standing up, you applauded yourself before you made your way towards your closet with dancing like steps. You were so thrilled in this moment because you had it all planned out. Going towards the back you grabbed at a long brown thick coat you had which had the strings to wrap around your waist and button up. Putting it on your naked body you grabbed your lace black pumps next. Smiling like a vixen you did everything you needed to do, sprayed perfume on your skin, combed your hair, did your lipstick lightly. Not putting on makeup because if and when this plan worked you would just sweat it off anyway. 

Making your way down the stairs once you were done with everything, you hauled a cab towards Jay’s studio. The driver lifting an eyebrow and watching you. You could tell he knew you were either lacking clothes or didn’t have on a bra because your nipples were poking through the fabric slightly. It was worth it. Lotion on your long brown legs you grinned to yourself looking out the window. It wasn’t long before you were paying the male your fare and hopping out the car to walk up the steps. 

You had a few missed calls from Jay and deep down inside you felt bad because he was probably worried. But soon, it would all be okay. Opening a glass door you walked on the inside towards an elevator hearing and seeing the quiet halls made your smirk widely. Eyes roaming around you combed your hair back as you got on the elevator pressing the button for his floor. As it went up to his stop you felt your stomach twist becoming a bit more nervous so you decided to give yourself a pep taught. 

“Ok Karruche you can do this. Your man is sitting up there waiting for all this chocolate you have to offer- he just doesn’t know it yet. But when he sees you like this he’s going to be like ‘damn baby’ and you’re going to be like ‘yes daddy Jay~” Frowning you turned around whining in embarrassment not looking in the reflection of the walls anymore or trying anything. The elevator stopped and you took a deep breath before you got off walking past some of the doors. You saw Gray and Ugly Duck in a room recording, only Ugly Duck saw you but the look on his face turning from serious to a smirk had you laughing. 

Walking straight to Jay’s room you opened the studio door to see him in there with Cha Cha and Simon D who were working on a beat it seemed. All three of them paused what was going on and they turned to look at you. Jay was the only one standing up and his body seemed rigid the more he stare at your figure. Your curvy brown body, or your sexy ass lips. He couldn’t think straight, and seeing those long ass legs made his dick jump in his pants. He cleared his throat and stood up a bit straighter eyeing you. 

“What are you doing here Karruche? I tried calling you back over three times.” He spoke softly but his eyes held a burning fire. 

“I told you I was on my way. I don’t think you really want me to tell you in front of your boys why.” You pursed your lips letting your eyes meet his coolly and with confidence. 

“That’s our cue to leave. Jay we can finish the rest tomorrow.” Cha Cha clapped his back before him and Simon both got up walking out of the door, but not before saying your name in unison and shutting the door. As soon as they were gone you simply stare at him before your hands worked to take off your jacket. Leaving you naked and in heels. 

Jay let his mouth open widely, a soft ‘damn’ leaving his lips as he looked over your chocolate skin. He couldn’t even be mad or question you more. Walking towards you slowly he rolled his head. His loose bagging jeans suddenly feeling tight, the white tank he had on showing his hard nipples. His hair was messy but swooped back. Eyes hungry and mind racing with what he should do to you. 

“You came here like this? You’re so risky and I honestly want to punish you right now. But I know this means you’re needy and I’m more than happy to help.” He stated picking you up by your thighs walking you back to the black swivel chair. Sitting down with you straddling him he tilted his head, leaning forward he pressed play on a button and you heard the opening of a song come on. Cocking an eyebrow you wrapped your legs around his waist. 

“You’re such a distraction. But I can’t have you dripping puddles around the house or here. And I am glad to see you. I can’t tell you how long your moans have been on my mind.” Jay started reaching a hand up to play in your hair. His free hand coming to play with your harden right nipple causing a soft groan to leave your lips. “I just made this song with Cha Cha today. It’s called feature and it made me think of you. I am going to fuck you to this song. And when I’m done with you, I guarantee it’ll be enough to last you until we get home. Because if not I will punish you for being a vixen.” He groaned leaning up to press his lips against yours in a rough and needy manner both of his hands gripping at the back of your hair. You knew what this meant, it was going to be a quick one. And rough at that.

Jay let his lips continue to press against yours in a rough manner, his lips meshing against yours before he was prying your mouth open with his sliding his tongue through your slick wet entrance swirling his tongue around yours and stating dominance. Hands moving back down to trace his fingers over your collarbones, nipples and waist he ground you down against his growing erection breaking the kiss to give you a lustful gaze while you caught your breath.

“Do you see what you do to daddy? Teasing me with this sinful chocolate body and those soft words of seduction. You knew damn well you’d get me. But it is ok because daddy wants to bury his dick nice and deep inside of your tight pussy too.” He moaned out bucking his hips up against yours teasing lightly. Your hands gripped at his hair and you shook your head practically begging at this point because you didn’t care.

“Daddy no I need you right now. God please fuck me, fuck me like a dirty girl. I just want you to fucking fill me up to the brim with your dick daddy, I want to bounce on you and make you feel good nice and hard. I’ve been so wet all day thinking about you and I can’t take much more before I’m cumming.” You tried to edge him as best as you could and it must have done some good because soon he was lifting you up, moving his hand at a fast pace to unzip his zipper. Not even bothering to take off his pants and just pulling himself off he lined himself up with your dripping entrance slamming you down on his length. 

Your head rolling back his head leaned forward to rest against your chest. He leaned down to suck on your nipples greedily to give you time to adjust to him. But some time after you giving him the okay to move, he was lifting and dropping you on his shaft making you take all of his hard inches. You helped him by circling your hips and winding yourself against him. The music looping over and over again as he bounced you, the sounds of hips slapping against hips and breathy moans filled the studio room. Your skin beaded with sweat as he continued to mark your breast and collarbones with his teeth and lips. Soon he was going to your neck biting on your sensitive spot just to drive you up the wall. 

His hands gripped at your ass, slapping the flesh to make the cheeks bounce. He started to dig his nails into your soft ass cheeks as his thrusts got rougher and harder. Your breast sliding up and down his chest with the pace of his thrusts, he growled watching you leaning over to whisper against your ear. “Yeah that’s right, moan for daddy let his boys know how good he’s fucking this wet pussy. You like it how daddy fucks you don’t you princess? All needy and screaming for me on my dick, you can’t even hold it in. And you’re so fucking wet just look at how I’m sliding in you.” His hand came up and gripping the back of your hair with his hand, he moved your head to look down at his dick entering you repeatedly. Your juices were overflowing against his base and down to his balls making him groan more. 

The sight alone had you on edge, but when he reached a hand up to rub his two fingers roughly against your clit, the pads of his digits pressing on your throbbing bud, that’s all it took to have you cumming for him. Walls wrapping around his shaft, your eyes shut as you blacked out for a moment, your cries of his name leaving your lips as you gave into your orgasm. He watched you helping you ride it out and soon he was cumming inside of you making sure that he was burying himself deep inside of you letting the cum fill you up. He sighed gently as he held you close to him, calming his thrusts down to help you both ride out your orgasms. 

He was soon stopping kissing your lips much more gently this time his eyes looked up at you with affection. He gave a soft laugh and you played in his hair letting your fingers run through his black locks. 

“So Mr. CEO did I do good on your feature?” You teased lightly letting him know you had indeed been listening to the song as he fucked you. You could see the faintest blush appear on his cheeks as he ducked but nodded his head.

“You were so perfect I think we need a remix baby.”

Meet Cute: Team Addition

(Circumstances in which a whole gang of characters could conceivably meet each other)

  • There’s a tornado warning so we’re all going to be stuck together in the basement of the library for an indefinite amount of time does anybody have a deck of cards
  • We all got arrested on the same day and now we’re sharing a holding cell
  • The massive, compulsory school-wide round-robin dodgeball tournament is coming up and we were “everybody else” after teams were formed
  • For various reasons, we all have a vendetta against the same person, and we bond over mutual hatred/plotting revenge
  • A little dog is caught in a storm drain and we are the people that gathered to get it back out 
  • You got kicked out of class for expressing your opinion and we all got up and walked out with you 
  • The elevator stopped and the emergency call button doesn’t work so we’re gonna mission impossible our way out of here together
  • All of our roommates are dating each other and we all got sexiled simultaneously 
  • We’re all fighting viciously to buy the old mansion on the hill that’s up for sale for cheap when we realize that everything will be cheaper if we split it X number of ways
  • We all answered the same really sketchy ‘Help Wanted’ ad and now we have No Idea what is going on 
  • We all wore basically the same outfit to Orientation Day and now everybody just groups us together automatically so we might as well
My Business: Part 2

*request*

part 1/2

Warning: angst

Fluff

Word Count: 2564

Author: Author Jazzi

Tae shut the door in Hoseok’s face, staring right at you, a bit of sadness in his eyes.

“Don’t think about leaving, just because he wants you to.” He told you, his jaw clenched tightly.

You nodded slowly, “I wasn’t going to accept it, Tae.”

He hitched his breath, “I’m Avery’s dad. You have no reason to meet with him. “ he warned.

You nodded once more, looking into Taehyung’s eyes.

He smile warmly, “Let’s make her breakfast!” He said excitedly, as he skipped into the kitchen. You took a deep breathe before following after him.

He had already taken everything he could out of the fridge. You sighed with a giggle, “Tae we don’t need all this stuff to make her breakfast.”

You’d never actually seen him cook. He was obviously confused.

“You still haven’t learned how to cook?” You asked him as you started putting things you didn’t need to make pancakes.

“How hard can it be?” He asked.

You laughed “Avery is picky.”

“I’m her dad Y/N, she’ll love what I make her.” He said confidently.

You laughed again and nodded, “Sure she will.”

He smiled widely.

He attempted to make her a full breakfast with side dishes; but burned it all. All that was left was eggs and rice.

“How about we just go out to eat

You didn’t attempt helping him, he wanted to make Avery breakfast on his own. Plus it was just funny to watch him struggle through it. He was working so hard to be a good dad to Avery already. You knew it was a good decision to take him up on his offer. She didn’t just need to know her father, she needed to know that her father cared for her. It was apparent that Hoseok didn’t care about her at all.

He wanted to make sure she never came up in his life.

“Mommy!” You heard Avery call out, and you went to her bedroom. Wrapping her up in your arms you hugged her tightly, before sitting down on a chair. It was time to explain Taehyung to her. You knew she’d be excited and a bit confused.

“Ave do you remember when I told you that your daddy, couldn’t see you yet because he was going around the world with his music?” You asked her.

She wasn’t paying much attention, just playing with your hair.

“Avery, honey, The man that babysit you yesterday…did you like him?” You asked her.

She nodded before rambling on about how fun he was and how he played with her all day long.

You smile, listening to her talk about how much she liked Tae. She giggled with a wide grin as she spoke.

“Baby, that’s your daddy.” You told her, gently petting her hair. She looked at you with a bit of shock. “Really mommy?” She asked, “He came to see me?”

You nodded softly, giving her gentle smile. She jumped down and started dancing. “I have a daddy!!” She sang and giggled.

You laughed, “He wants to take us out to breakfast. Do you want to get dressed?”

She nodded, catching her breathe from the dancing. “Mommy can you pick out my dress?” She asked, jumping up on your lap.

You dressed her in her favorite pink knit jumper, jeans and boots.

When you finished dressing her Taehyung came through the door, he was redressed in jeans, a white shirt and a jean jacket. He knelt down and placed a bear face mask over her face. He giggled, “Wow you look cute.” He said gently pinching her cheeks.

He also handed you one that matched hers, and his. “Why do we need these?” Avery asked.

He picked her up, “Because, I’m a big star. Since a lot of people will try to take your picture, you should wear this mask.” He laughed when she hugged him.

“But I like getting my picture taken, daddy.” Avery said.

You smiled widely. She called him daddy so naturally. It made you even more excited.

You snuck off while he was explaining the mask to her, you excitedly got dressed. Your outfit slightly matching a pink knit cardigan, white shirt, and high heel booties.

Tae walked into your bedroom with Avery on his back.

“Our daughter is starving. We better get going.” He walked over to you. You put on your mask and you all headed out.

Tae was right, when you first walked out together, there were only a few people following. Fans that recognized him, and wanted pictures. But when he took your hand, everything picked up. Reporters gathered around the restaurant.

Avery sat on his lap, wearing his shades so the camera flashes wouldn’t hurt her eyes.

He happily fed her, acting as if the cameras weren’t there at all.

You couldn’t ignore them though. You sat turned away from the large window.

You didn’t really want anyone to see your face.

All at once Taehyung’s phone started ringing. Even though he ignored it, they called over and over and over again.

You glanced at his phone and saw that he had missed calls from his manager, even his CEO was calling.

You looked at Taehyung, worried about what you’d gotten him into. It was a good idea when he proposed it; but now that you were started, you didn’t know if it was going to be okay.

“Your Korean is so good, Avery. You must be really smart, like your daddy.” He complimented Avery.

She giggled in response, happily eating what he fed her.

“Taehyung, your phone keeps ringing.” You said softly.

He looked at you with a soft smile; but you couldn’t find it in yourself to smile back.

“Let’s not worry about that today. I wanna enjoy my first day with Avery.” He said with a comforting voice.

After breakfast he took you to the park. He kept the both of you close, people surrounded the area he was playing with Avery in.

“Who is that?” You heard a reporter yell as Tae pushed Avery on a swing.  You froze, looking at him. The joy never left his face. His sweet smile still stretched across his face. He was just excited to be there with Avery.

“She’s my daughter and this is her mother.” He answered suddenly.

You looked at him in shock. You didn’t think he’d just blurt it out like that. Suddenly the camera flashes doubled, along with the noise. All the reporters were talking and you knew the news had to be across the world as soon as he said it.

You picked Avery up off the swing, he pushed her on.

“Taehyung…I think we should get going now. It’s too much noise.” You said.

He nodded taking your hand, “Fine. I needed to see namjoon anyways.”

He walked with you away from the crowd. Some followed you, until he hailed a cab. The car ride was long, and Avery fell fast asleep.

You stayed quiet, the only thing breaking what would have been an awkward silence, was the radio announcer. He was talking about Taehyung. “BTS’ V’s secret daughter and her mother were revealed today while they played in a park together. Will this be the end of his career?” The announcer said. You quickly looked at him. He shook his head and raised his hands to his lips, pointing down at sleeping Avery in your arms he asked you to be quiet.

Your heart raced, was Tae meeting namjoon so that he could be fired?

You didn’t think about how selfish your decision was. Tae wasn’t thinking about himself, you should have.

That’s all you could think about, the entire ride to his company.

You stared at his seemingly calm face. He didn’t seem to be phased by his current situation.

He was facing big consequences and he didn’t seem to care.

The cab slowly came to a stop as you approached the company.

You all got out, “Don’t interfere no matter what is said or no matter what happens.”

His face was now serious. He took your hand and walked into the building. Past nearly a hundred reporters, snapping your and Avery’s pictures.

You got into the company and he lead you to the elevator. It was a nerve wracking ride up and you held tightly to Tae’s hand. Avery played with your hair, oblivious to what was going on.

When the elevator stopped and you all walked out, you immediately calmed you. Jin was waiting in the hallway.

He looked at you with comforting eyes.

He patted Taehyung on the head, “You two give me Avery and go inside.” Jin said picking Avery up out of your arms. Tae grabbed your hand walking into the meeting room.

The other five members sat at the table with two managers. You didn’t make eye contact with Hoseok. Jimin suddenly wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug. “Don’t worry Y/N. None of us are angry with you. We all support you.” He said rubbing your back.  “Yeah Noona! We support you all no matter what.” Jungkook stated with a cute and charming smile.

You smiled softly and looked down. You were surprised and a bit ashamed for putting them in that situation.

Namjoon stood up “We decided as a group to follow Taehyung’s lead. If they want to get rid of him then they don’t want any of us.” He said. The others agreed with him.

Tae giggled running over to hug Namjoon. “Ah Hyung! You really love me!” He said.

Namjoon gently patted his shoulder agreeing with his outburst.

You looked up to see Hoseok glaring at Tae.  Tae ran back to your side his arm wrapped around your shoulder.

One of the managers explained that the company didn’t want to kick him out of the group, they just wanted him to make an official statement. They wanted to spin the headlines, so that it didn’t seem like he was hiding you and Avery; but protecting you both from the spot light.

You knew now why Taehyung wasn’t phased by all the attention. He knew the other boys would have his back. You just wish he’d told you that.

Hoseok stood up, “Taehyung and Y/N let’s go talk somewhere.”

He walked out of the room without another word. You looked at Tae as he lead you behind Hoseok. You walked into another meeting room. It was just three of you.

Before you could stop anything, Hoseok’s fist connected with Taehyung’s eye. He fell to the floor.

You covered your mouth immediately running to Taehyung’s aid.

You glared at Hoseok. “What’s your problem?!” you yelled.

“What do you mean, He’s claiming my fucking daughter as his! What’s wrong with both of you.” He yelled.

You stood up. “Taehyung was good enough to stay by my side when you wanted to get rid of us! You should thank him! Now you don’t have to worry about us!” You responded.

“She’s mine…you’re m-”  he started; but you suddenly screamed.

“When you decided to ask me to leave, you gave us to him. Don’t claim us as yours and don’t touch him again. He’s her dad now; because you didn’t want her bad enough. This isn’t about me or You. It’s about Avery.” You said.

You grabbed Tae’s hand, helping him up off the ground.

Jin met you in the hallway. “Why don’t you take him to your house and the other boys and I will look after Avery for the night.” He insisted.

Before you could disagree, Avery excitedly expressed that she wanted to stay with Jin.

You agreed, placing Taehyung’s mask and sunglasses on, along with your own. A manger snuck you out the back and into a car and they drove you back to your apartment.

You thought the whole ride, on how to apologize to him. He was suffering because of your choice in man. He was such a loyal friend that he was going to help you by going this far. He was being incredible.

When inside your apartment you sat him down on the couch and grabbed the first aid kit. Standing in front of him, you carefully and gently applied medicine to the cut on his eye.

“Taehyung~ I’m sorry that he hit you.” You said softly.

Your voice trembled slightly, your hand shook as you touched his eye.

He gently grabbed your wrist. “None of his actions are your fault Y/N. I know he’s just upset right now. It isn’t the first time he’s hit me or the last and it’s not like I’m not gonna get a few in back. We’re brothers.  Things happen and we fight.” He explained.

“But nothing like this,” you sighed, “it was a mistake to make you do this.”

You looked away from him. You knew the face he was making. He probably wasn’t happy with your apology.

“I don’t regret doing this, so don’t you dare try to regret it. We’re in this together.” He said.

You looked down at him, and he was smiling.

you looked deeply into his eyes, trying to see more than just the outside. Did he really feel this way? Was he really going to be this good to Avery?

“Why are you doing this for us.” You asked.

He laughed softly, “I’ve been in love with you since you dated Hoseok Y/N. Why wouldn’t I want to take care of you after he broke your heart?”

You looked at him, in shock at his sudden confession.

He smiled at you, pulling you close until you were straddling his lap.

“If you still love him, just say so; but give me a chance to love you the way I want to.” He said

“Taehyung I-” he cut you off with a sudden kiss. You were hesitant but you kissed him back. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pushing yourself closer to him.

His hands smoothly traveled down your body, and to your thighs. He caressed them lovingly as he laid you back.

He broke the kiss for a moment, looking at your body under him; before pulling off his shirt. He dived back in, kissing your neck sweetly. Lightly nibbling at your skin as he pressed himself against you.

You gently ran your fingers through his hair, soft moans coming from you.  You brought your hips up to meet his.

You tried thinking about what he’d said; but every thought left your mind when his tongue met with your skin, lapping at the hickeys he’d made.

You ground up against him, trying to create friction. You felt him unbuttoning your jeans and swiftly take them off.

He gently ran his fingers over your pantie lines. You looked up at him. He looked over your body hungrily, biting his lips as he touched your skin.

He ran his fingers over your clothed core, that was soaking in anticipation.

“I can really love you better than he can, Y/N,” He looked into your eyes, “Give me a chance.”

A/n: hiii here’s part two. I hope you enjoy it. I promised to post it before I started classes so I worked on it while I was on a trip with friends.  There are more parts to come. Tell me who you think the reader should end up with. Hobi or Tae?

Mother Knows Best (Bucky x Pregnant Reader)

(f/n)-First Name
(l/n)-Last Name
(b/n)-Baby Name


You grunted as you hefted yourself out of your chair. Having a huge lump on your stomach made things just a bit more difficult. You wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world though. Having this little bundle of joy in less that a month would be the best thing that ever happened to you.

Before you could even take one step, you could hear footsteps rushing down the hall. You sighed as you knew what was going to come. Bucky came into the living room and immediately frowned. “What are you doing up? The doctor said don’t stand on your feet.” He said while walking to your side.

You rolled your eyes and grumbled. “He said not to stand for long. I only just got up.” He looked into your eyes.

“Any time is too long a time. I don’t want you to get hurt.” He said before picking you up and sitting you back on the couch. He sat down beside you and started idly rubbing your stomach.

“It took me so long to get up and you just put me back down so easily.” You whined while pouting at him. He chuckled and pecked your lips.

“I’m sorry Doll. I just really don’t want you or Bucky Jr. to get hurt.” There was a mischievous smile on his face as he said it. He knew you thought that the baby was a girl. Just as he thought, you grimaced and glared at him.

“First of all, that is a terrible name for a baby boy, no offense baby, I mean the Jr. part. And second, we are having a little girl who we will name(b/n). There are no ifs or buts about it.” You said with finality.

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S/O Passed Out at a Function Pt.1 (Hyung Line)

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Okay, since these are almost like tiny, baby ficlets they will be made in several parts. Pt.1 will feature Rap Monster/Namjoon and Jin/Seokjin.

Thank you ever so much for the requests. The admins are doing their best to create fun and interesting pieces for you all. Shout out to all of them, they are the best.

~Admin Cole

Namjoon/RapMonster: You’d recently been accepted to your master’s program in Seoul and your friends decided to take you out for a night on the town. The club you guys decided to visit was having a shot night and before you knew it, you’d taken down 7. Your legs felt woozy and your sight blurred until all you saw were blobs bouncing against each other. The bass in the room filled your chest and became a lullaby as you slipped into unconsciousness.

“Y/N!”

You could hear someone distantly calling you but the music was booming and the warm feeling in your body kept you from moving too much. Somehow, you managed to open your eyes to see your boyfriend Namjoon standing over you.

“What the fuck? Are you okay?”

You nodded in response a bit peeved that he was ruining your buzz. Suddenly he hoisted you up into his arms and carried you outside. Without the blaring music and the hazy lights, you came back to yourself, your stomach doing flips as the liquor swirled in the pit of your gut.

“Seriously Y/N, do you not know your limit? Did you even know you passed out? Y/F/N called me whens he couldn’t find you anywhere in the club? Do you know how worried you’ve made everyone? This was wildly irresponsible. You could have been hurt or wor-”

Namjoon stopped his talking as you began to cry into his neck. You knew you fucked up and that you were fucked up at this very moment. All you wanted was to go home and go to bed, snuggled into his chest, safe from the mistakes you had made this evening.

“Aish! Jagi, there isn’t a need to cry. I’m sorry I lectured you. I love you and I need you to be more careful when you go out. Deal?”

You simply whimpered a bit more into his neck but eventually nodded as he rubbed soothing circles on your back. He walked the both of you back to the car and settled you in, making sure you were comfortable. He rounded the vehicle and drove you back home where hot showers and sleepy snuggles commenced for the rest of the evening and into the early morning.

Seokjin/Jin: Your company  Christmas party had been in full swing and so had you. You rushed around, talking and socializing with your co-workers, leaving poor Jin behind. As you chatted the night away you also drank a bit too much.

You could feel the haze coming over you, wrapping you in its embrace like a warm blanket. Your limbs were getting heavy and tired. You no longer wanted to network and make acquaintances, you wanted a nap. With sleepy eyes and rubbery limbs, you made your way to the elevator. You shook your head and rubbed your eyes, you needed to focus. What floor was your office on again? 7? 7. With a push of a button, you were whooshed up to the seventh floor where you knew a comfy chair was waiting for your aching feet. As you walked to your office your head swam, throwing you off balance. Had the hallway always been this long? No matter, the carpet was soft and no one else was around. You could take a quick nap and no one would be the wiser. You slid down against the wall, kicked off your heels and passed out.

Jin looked around the hall wondering where you could have gone. Last he saw you were chatting up some person in sales about something.One for shameless self-promotion himself, Jin decided to let you handle your business and watch you from afar. It was interesting watching you in your element. You were a force to be reckoned with powerful and confident. Truly, it was a bit of a turn on, its why you complemented each other so well. A true power couple, your friends called you. Both beautiful, successful professionals in your respective fields.

Where could she have gone? Jin had walked the room twice making bits and pieces of small talk until he heard someone whisper something about you walking to the elevator. Probably went to get papers for work. Sometimes it felt as though you never stopped working. Seokjin made his way to elevators and up to your floor. He assumed you’d be in your office and began the walk there only to find you passed out on the floor?

Jagi! Are you okay? What’s wrong? Talk to me! Y/N!”

You felt strong arms shaking you and a gentle hand patting your face. 

“Baby, I need you to wake up. Talk to me, Y/N?”

Was that Seokjinne? The smell of mints and his cologne filled your senses.

“Seokjinnie Oppa? What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?! I find you passed out up here in the dark and you’re asking me, “What’s wrong?”!” 

“I was just catching a nap. Why are you yelling?”

You couldn’t help the whine that entered your tone. You’d been tired and decided that a nap would help, no harm, no foul. As you looked at his face you realized there has been some harm. The tick in his jaw was glaringly obvious and the heat in his eyes was not the kind you ever wanted to see directed at you.

“Oppa, I’m sorry I worried you. Can we go home?”

Even you could hear the smallness in your voice. You looked up at him again through your eyelashes in hopes that he’s calmed down a bit. You’d found warmth in his eyes that soothed the anxiety that had bloomed in your chest. He bent down a bit a kissed you on the forehead and reassured you that all was well. He maneuvered you into his arms and walked back to the elevator cradling you softly. He cooed reprimands and loving words until you fell asleep once more, only this time in the safety of his arms.

Handsome as hell

You merrily walk into your Dads office, falling into his jolly leather chairs as he raises his eyes to look at you, “well, well, well, my long lost daughter finally came to visit.” He chimes blissfully, shutting his laptop lid to give you his full attention. “Well, yes she did.” You nod with a small stifled laugh, “would it kill ya to train your new receptionist that I’m your daughter?” You request, still inconvenienced that the receptionist gave you such a hard time for being in the building and requesting to see your own father. “Ah, shit. I knew I forgot to tell her something. Noted.” Your dad chuckles, leaning back on his chair in a relaxed manner. “So what brings you here m’ darlin’?” He examines ever so graciously. You give him a shrug, “just wanted to stop by and say hi since I’m your favourite child.” You playfully smile with a sneering smile, watching your dad roll his eyes as if in queue. “You’re not my favourite, I don’t play favourites.” He shakes his head disapprovingly,
“Uh-huh. Mum does.” You enlighten him, watching as he goes to speak but stops. He knows all too well that your Mother plays favourites. “Okay, I can’t deny that.” He nods, “but we love you all just as much.” He adds, making sure to sound like he’s the mediator between everyone. “Yeah, but me the most.” You encourage,
“Whatever, what you need my least favourite child?” He questions, “and please, do not ask to take over the record label for a day, I can’t allow that.” He continues, remembering the one time you spent an hour trying to convince him to allow you to take over for a day. Just a day. Of course, he courteously declined your proposal. “I need ideas on Mums birthday, she’s hard to shop for.” You sigh, hoping your dad can give you the inside scoop to what it is she is really wanting for her birthday. “Sorry kiddo, she hasn’t even given me any hints yet.” He shakes his head, unable to help. “Your client is here for you now.” Your Dad’s receptionist interrupts, “I’ll be out in a minute.” He nods before looking towards you.
“Have I mentioned I really don’t like her?” You satirically smile, watching as your Dad sighs and stands up from behind his desk. “Be nice, how about we meet for dinner tonight?” He advances, guiding you out of his office,
“Sounds great.” You nod, your eyes meeting a tall, not bad-looking at all man standing by the receptionist. The all so famous Harry that your Father has managed to keep hidden from you all this time. “Hm, I might just hang around, actually.” You chuckle, unable to take your eyes of how handsome he truly is in person. “No, uh-ah, I see you gawking, I forbid this.” Your Dad shakes his head, you both growing quiet as Harry walks closer, a very intriguing smile on his face. “Welcome Harry, glad to see you again.” Your Dad announces and you courteously crack a smile, “Y/N.” you hold your hand out,
“Harry.” He shakes your hand. Handsome as hell- the only thoughts in your mind. “Yes, this is my daughter who was just leaving.” Your Dad gently nudges you, hinting for you to leave and not partake in the charming looks of Harry Styles. But, he’s just so damn tempting. “That’s a shame.” Harry comments, causing you to blush slightly. “Dad, are you sure you’re not ready to train me? Let me take over the reins?” You smile innocently, watching as your father narrows his eyes down at you before raising a brow. “Dinner at six, meet me here.” He instructs, civilly shooting down your offer to take the reins for the moment just to try get to know the Mr.Harry Styles a little better. “Fine, nice to meet you, Harry.” You carefully nod, pulling your eyes from the Green orbs that are so damn addicting to gaze into. “Yea, you too.” Harry confirms with a nod, watching as you leave.

***

You step into your Dads office right at six, stunned when you see Harry still sitting in the leather seat. “I told you he has a client.” The receptionist mutters and you roll your eyes just as your Father looks up at you,
“Sorry sweetheart, I have to cancel dinner, your sister called and needs me to watch the kids.” Your Dad announces, “Harry, do you think we can pick this up tomorrow, say three?” Your Dad turns towards Harry and he nods, standing to his feet forthwith. “I had reservations.” You breathe a sigh, a little disappointed, but when your niece and nephew need baby sitting there’s nothing you can do but to suck it up.
“I know, we can reschedule, I promise.” Your Dad wears a smile as he packs up his brief case and you walk out, bypassing the receptionist and her persistently disturbing grin. “Have a nice night.” She wears a smile and you force yourself to smile and be courteous, “you too.” You nod, continuing to walk towards the elevators. “Y/N, right?” The all so familiar crisp voice announces as Harry makes his way closer to you. “Yes.” You respond, awaiting the elevators arrival.
“Do you.. are you free?” He stutters and you behold up at him,
“Uhm, yea.” You nod yes,
“Of course you are, your Dad just- never mind. Do you want to go out to eat?” He with proper manners, yet nervously questions, “I mean, there’s a reservation and I’d hate for it to go to waste.” He smiles, “sure, yeah.” You consent, stepping into the elevator, “well, the reservation is in ten. That good?” You request just as the doors are held back by a hand,
“Thanks for holding the elevator.” Your Dad caustically announces,
“Sorry.” You smile, silence washing over all three of you as the elevator rides to the bottom level. You step out and your Dad looks at you, “Sorry about dinner Kiddo.” He sighs, giving you a small hug before standing back to look at you,
“It’s okay, Harry is making up for it.” You respond, taking note of your Dads facial expression, his eyes staring at you for a moment, clearly not too thrilled with the arrangement. “You know the rule.” Your Dad murmurs with a stern tone,
“Yes, be home by midnight and don’t wake anyone up, got it.” You smile with satisfaction, irking your Dads nerves on purpose,
“Not the rule, you live in your own apartment, but okay smartbutt. I’ll talk to you later.” He gives you a soft smile before walking out of the building. You look at Harry and gesture for him to walk out with you. “Rule huh?” He questions withs curiosity, already striking you as an inquisitive person.
“It’s a joke.” You act with deceitfulness, not wanting to tell him that your Father tries to forbid you to have any kind of personal relationships with his clients, this includes befriending any of them, whether male or female. Apparently he doesn’t want you to form any kind of attachment or friendship to them since it’s a business deal and if things go wrong things get messy. You on the other hand don’t think that absolutely everything revolves around business. “So, where is this place?” Harry interrogates as you both step outside, you look up at him before pointing across the road,
“It’s excessively far, do you think you’ll make it?” You composedly chuckle at your own joke in an attempt to calm your nerves. Handsome as hell, handsome as hell. “I think I can make it.” He adorably smiles back as you both step off the sidewalk and cautiously cross the road. Harry grabs the doors and pulls it open allowing you to step in first. True gentlemen. “Reservation for two.” You smile before promptly giving the hostess your last name. She looks up at Harry and smiles sweetly before scrambling for two menus, “right this way.” She announces, hurriedly escorting the two of you two a table, “will this do?” She asks, awaiting approval, you focus on Harry and he nods before she places the menus down and Harry pulls out your chair, “well, aren’t you quite the gentlemen.” You announce with a grin, taking a seat as he modestly nods before taking his own. “Your Dad, he didn’t want me coming did he?” Harry questions,
“Let’s not talk about him. He just likes to keep business separate that’s all.” You respond, “so, tell me about yourself.” You instruct, your eyes scanning the menu even though they wish to be scanning Harry, God how he’s so damn fine and greatly gentlemen like. He begins to tell you a little about himself, giving you the private insight of Harry styles. “You’re different to what the magazines say.” You half-wittedly comment, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like-” you begin, automatically feeling like a complete blithering idiot for making a reference, “it’s fine.” He cuts you off, “really, don’t stress.” He continues with a tender smile that settles you a little. “Yes, I’m different. My favourite colour isn’t orange, I don’t like cats, I’m actually allergic to them, and I hate wearing tight black jeans.” He comments, disagreeing with the social aspect that’s placed on him that is clearly incorrect. “Hmm interesting, do you like puppies?” You randomly ask, unsure of which direction to lead the conversation,
“Yes, tell me about yourself. I can’t exactly read magazine articles about you.” He smiles charmingly as you get pulled into his green eyes. You think for a moment, completely blank as what to tell him. Your life is nothing compared to his, you don’t sing or write music, you don’t have people following you, your life isn’t as hectic and publicly accessible like his. “Uhm… I don’t know..” you trail off, saved as a waiter swings past the table and offers to take your order.

After a dinner full of laughs, charm, flirtatiousness, and a few cheeky grins, you and Harry find yourselves standing outside and walking along the sidewalk. “Oh my, so one time we actually had someone hide in a bin just to try see us.” Harry announces as you continue to laugh at the stories he has to share, both good and bad of course. “Oh man, that just sounds horrible.” You gasp; unsure of how someone could possibly sit in trash just to meet people. “Mhm, once someone actually stole my underwear.” He sighs, “that was a very bad night.” He adds, only making you giggle even more,
“I’m glad you’re amused by my horror stories,” Harry grins, gently guiding you along the footpath as you have to share it with couples walking the opposite direction as you. “They’re very amusing.” You accede, quietly mesmerised by his hand gently pressed in the small of your back. You’re both interrupted by phone sounding and you quickly check to see the caller ID. “It’s Dad, one second.” You somewhat apologise to Harry before answering the phone.

“Hey Dad.”

“Hey, is it going well? Do I need to come get you? Do I need to pretend there’s an emergency and you need to come home?”

“No, Dad it’s good. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Is he being nice? Did he hold the door? Did he pay?”

“Yes, and yes. Now goodbye”


You chuckle as you hang up the phone, entertained by your Dads protectiveness, “sorry ‘bout that. So where were we?” You question as you both reach the end of the street, “you said you’d kiss me.” He announces, taking you by surprise,
“I said that?” You innocently ask, trying to contain the smirk that’s intensely trying to make its way across your face.
“Yes, right before your phone rang.” He gives you a small smile,
“Well, I can’t not live up to my word, can I?” You smile back, taking the moment to look back into his eyes, once again being completely drawn in by their captivated charm. Damn. “No, you can’t.” He shakes his head, leisurely leaning down and kissing you lightly and gently. He pulls away with a smile, his eyes glistening like the street lights. “Gentlemen and a good kisser, what a charm.” You smirk, forcing yourself to pull away from his eyes before you attack him with another kiss.
“Gorgeous, intelligent, and a good kisser, guess I’m lucky.” He smiles, “I better get you back to your car before your Dad kills me for keeping you out this late.” Harry announces, and you raise a brow, “I’m joking, but I do need to get you to your car safely, it’s getting late and I have a meeting at six in the morning.” He informs you and you nod,
“Yea, it’s past my bed time,” you joke, allowing him to walk you back to your car.
“So, dinner. Next week?” You nervously ask, unsure of whether an official date is on the table. “How about breakfasts tomorrow?” He offers, taking you by complete surprise. That’s very quick.
“At six in the morning?” Your eyes grow wide, tomorrow is your only day off and waking to at and ungodly hour is not high up on your list of things to accomplish. “At eleven. I know a nice place around the corner, you’d like it.” He informs you, still taking you by surprise that he’s taking the initiative to meet up again so soon. “Tomorrow at eleven.” You nod, unlocking your car. “Thank you for walking me back.” You smile,
“No problem, can I kiss you goodbye?” He promptly asks, being yet again a gentlemen. Asking for a kiss? Definitely a gentlemen in your books. You nod yes, giving him the go ahead before he leans down and presses his lips to yours, delicately kissing you before pulling away. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He smiles,
“See you then.” You gladly agree before getting in your car, watching as he walks away in your mirror.

2.Kara Danvers x Reader

Originally posted by ravenmystique

Summary: Kara finds out you’re the vigilante who’s been killing the lowlifes of National City. Spoiler alert, she’s not too happy about it.

Karma is your superhero name because you give the bad guys what’s coming to them. Note that it doesn’t have a happy ending.

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Save Me

Word Count: 3207

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language, angst, some violence, kidnapping  

Requesthi i was hoping you could maybe make a part 2 for my first request since it was really good and Ultron would kidnap the Reader and she sees how much Ultron has improved and is terrified of him and Steve rescues her and she is so full of fear that she doesnt recognize him and when she does she cries and it’s like lots of fluff and angst ? :) it’s ultron’s mission to tare the reader apart from the avengers so he can get her to help him

Author’s Note: Sorry for the wait but I hope the word count makes up for it! Also thank you so much I’m glad you liked it <3 Enjoy :)

Masterlist

Part 1


The aftermath of Ultron’s attack was a lot more substantial than anyone had realized. Jarvis was gone or well destroyed by Ultron, he had Loki’s scepter, Strucker was dead, and to make matters worse Ultron somehow managed to get the Maximoffs on his side.

To say that everyone was stressed was an understatement. With Jarvis now gone that left you to be the “eye in the sky” for the team as they tried to track Ultron down.

This was a hard task at hand since he managed to make the whole system shut down. Which left everyone with one option, digging through paper files. Sure no one liked it but this was the only option you had.  

“Known associates. Baron Strucker had a lot of friends,” Steve said opening one of the many boxes on Strucker.

“Well, these people are all horrible,” Bruce sighed.

“No kidding,” You added as you scan over a file.

“Wait I know that guy.” You uncle said grabbing the file from your hands. “From back in the day. He operates off of the African Coast. Black Market arms dealer.”

Turning to question your uncle about how he knew this man, you saw Steve shooting him a glare as he put down a file.

“There are conventions, all right?” Your uncle sighed. “You meet people. I didn’t sell him anything. He was talking about finding something new, a game-changer. It was all very Ahab.”

“This,” Thor interrupted while pointing to a picture in the file.

“It’s a tattoo, I don’t think he had it,” Your uncle responded.

“Those are tattoos, this is a brand.”

“Thor’s right. It’s a word in an African dialect meaning thief. In a much less friendly way,” Bruce said typing away on the computer.

“What dialect?” Steve asked.

“Wakanada.”

“Wakanda,” You corrected as your uncle’s eyes went wide.

“If this guy got out of Wakanda with some of their trade goods.”

“I thought your father said he got the last of it,” Steve said.

“I don’t follow. What come out of Wakanda?” Bruce asked.

“The strongest metal on earth,” You answered while looking at Steve’s shield.

Just like that, everyone was scrambling to the jet hoping to reach Wakanda in time. Standing aside, you wished you could help in some way but as of right now your hands were tied. Your uncle gave you direct orders to stay in the tower until the whole Ultron deal was over.  

Everyone agreed with your uncle knowing you would be safe here rather than somewhere else. Ultron was everywhere at this point and there was no telling where he could be. That was a thought that scared you. Whatever Ultron wanted with you, he was going make sure he could get it.

“(Y/N) I know you’re worried,” Steve said snapping you out of your daze. “We’re going to destroy him. I promise.”

“Steve am I really safe here?” You whispered not trusting your voice. “He’s everywhere and there’s no doubt that he’ll return.”

“Hey look at me,” He said lifting your chin up. “Maria is staying here with you and I’m sure as hell that I’m going to kick Ultron’s robot ass.”

“Language Steve there’s children around,” You giggled.

“Tony told everyone didn’t he?”

“He did,” You nodded.

“Steve wheels up in three,” Clint yelled from across the room.

“I guess I have to go now. But after Ultron is gone I’m taking you to dinner.”

“Then you better hurry up and go kick his ass then.”

“Language young lady,” He teased.

“Go,” You laughed giving him a small shove.

Kissing your hand before he left, Steve jogged over to the jet as everyone started to board it. Watching the jet take off you let out a small sigh before walking over to the elevator. Now all you had to do was wait and hope that everything would be ok.

At this point you didn’t know what was more surprising; the fact that somehow Ultron made Bruce have one of his worst Hulk-outs since Harlem or the how you still couldn’t figure out how he jammed your uncle’s whole system.

You could barely get messages through to anyone let alone connect to any of the servers. You were briefly able to get a hold of your uncle for a few minutes to see what actually happened but just as quickly you got it to work it stopped working.

“This is an outrage! Do you see what damage the Hulk has done? And don’t get me started on what Tony Stark did. A whole build collapsed and people think the Avengers are here to protect us? It seems people need-”

“And that’s enough,” You said turning off the TV not wanting to hear what the news was saying about your friends.

You already knew that Bruce felt terrible and from what you heard from your uncle everyone else was hit hard too. Pressing a few buttons on a screen you took and step back as it started to process.

“Hey, Maria can you try and reboot the system again?” You said.

Waiting a few moments you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion when Maria didn’t reply.

“Maria?” You called again poking your head out in the hallway.

Stepping out into the hallway, the door behind you slammed shut. Flinching at the loud noise you grabbed the handle to the door and tried opening it. Confused on why the door locked itself you didn’t notice the lights flickering until they went out completely.

(Y/N),” A familiar chilling voice said.

“Ultron,” You whispered.

“How’d you know?” He laughed wickedly.

Gripping the door handle hard, you heard footsteps coming near you in the darkness. Pulling at the handle again, you let out a shaky breath trying to remain calm.

“I have control of the whole tower for the time being you can get away from me now.”

“W-What do you want?” You stuttered.

“You know what I want (Y/N) and you’re either going to come with me freely or I’ll just have to get creative.”

“Go to hell,” You responded while backing away from glowing red eyes coming near you.

Trying to see in the darkness, you watched Ultron come closer and closer until you backed into something cold. Turning around slowing you were met with the same red eyes that were coming near you.

“You should by now that I’m everywhere. There’s no escaping me (Y/N),” He said.

Before you could react you felt something sharp on the back of your neck. Reaching behind you, you found a small needle that use to have something in it.

As the ground beneath you swayed, you fell into Ultron’s arms as you’re eyes started to droop. The last thing you saw was his glowing red eyes above you as he laughed once more. Then all you saw was blackness.


When you woke up, you slowly lifted your head to only find a dimly lit room. Trying to get up, you notice that your feet and hands were bound to a chair.

“I wouldn’t try to break out of those if I was you,” Someone said with a thick accent. “You would barely make it out of the door.”

Looking around you tried to find whoever was talking to until you notice a figure leaning by the door.

“I don’t know why Ultron wants a Stark here but it must be important. If it wasn’t you would have been dead a long time ago.”

“Y-You’re that Maximoff girl,” You said as she stepped into the light.

“Her name is Wanda,” Someone you assume was her brother said leaning against the door.

“Help me get out of here. Ultron is someone you shouldn’t be trusting. He’s just using you two,” You said.

“(Y/N) I’m hurt. Out of everyone I would have thought you trusted me,” Ultron said stepping into the room. “I mean I’ve been a plan of yours since high school.”

As he walked closer to you, your eyes widen at the improvements he made to himself. Since you last saw him he was now at least a few feet taller and had no wires hanging out of him. His red eyes were just as terrifying as before but this time you could actually see the emotions on his face.

“Not this version,” You snapped.

“Oh (Y/N),” Ultron said lifting your chin up. “I’m better and with your help, I’ll be perfect.”

“I’ll never help you.”

“I figured you say that. Wanda can you help me convince our little friend over here,” He said gesturing for her to walk over.

As she came closer her eyes glowed a similar red to Ultron as she slowly brought her hand to your face. Casting red energy at you, you felt fine until the scene around started to change.

Everything was destroyed.

Nothing was left but piles of rubble and fire. You were calling out for anyone that was still alive and you saw it. All of your friends and your family laying there not moving.

Running over you check to see if anyone was alive but they were gone. Kneeling next to Steve you searched for any signs of life until he grabbed your hand.

“Y-You could have saved us,” He muttered.

“Steve I-”

“All you had to do was listen to Ultron.”

“What Steve no,” You said in disbelief.

“Y-You could have saved us,” He said with a dying breath.

Gasping out of your little nightmare, you found Wanda staring at you as Ultron laughed. Chills ran down your spine as you tried to tell yourself it wasn’t real just Wanda playing with your head.

“Are you going to help me now?” He asked.

“N-Never.”

“Wanda do it again but this time don’t hold back. Break her mind if you have too.”

“If you want me to help you so badly why then why don’t you use the scepter?” You asked.

“Because where’s the fun in that,” He laughed walking out of the room. “Call me when she actually listens.”

“I’m sorry,” Wanda whispered as she put you back into the nightmare you just witnessed.

You didn’t know how many times you relieved that nightmare but eventually, you broke. You started to believe that something was coming and the only way to help was to aid Ultron in whatever he needed.

When he finally released you from your restraints you were on edge and paranoid. Everything but helping Ultron seemed unimportant. You were running data scans, improving his weapons, and even helping him make a new body.

With all the Vibranium he had collected you had an idea. Vibranium could be molded into basically anything and body wasn’t too far fetched.

You knew Dr. Cho could make human issue and with Vibranium you could make the body Ultron needed. You also figured out that the power source in the scepter could power the body and give it a few enhancements it needed.

“This is brilliant (Y/N) thank you,” He said.

“Would you like me to come with you,” You asked.

“No you stay here and I’ll take the twins. I need you to improve the weapons with the army we’re creating.”

“If that’s what you want.”

“It’s a great day (Y/N), great day,” He said walking away with the twins.

Throwing yourself back into your work you didn’t realize how much time flew by until you heard Ultron call your name. Standing up from your work you were surprised to find him with a familiar red head.

“Is that-”

“Yes it’s your traitor friend there’s been a change of plans. The twins decided to join your little gang of friends trying to stop us,” He said placing Natasha on the ground.

“The body?” You asked.

“They took it and there’s no telling when they’ll come for you. I need you to help me make a better body with what we have.”

“Right away,” You said feeling panicked.

You friends didn’t understand. You needed, no you had to help Ultron or everyone would die. Helping Ultron hook up to his improved body, Natasha started to wake up and when she did she stared right at you.

“(Y/N),” She said.

You didn’t answer her you just kept working on Ultron’s final plan. You couldn’t let him down. Everyone was going to die if you didn’t.

“(Y/N),” She said again. “Look at me (Y/N).”

Stopping what you were doing you turned to your friend before remembering her lifeless face. Letting out a shaky breath, you ignored Natasha once again and continued working.

“I wasn’t sure you would wake up. I hoped you would I wanted to show you. I don’t have anyone else but (Y/N),” Ultron said giving you a smirk.

Natasha was staring at you confused like she expected you to do something. You knew your place and that was with Ultron saving lives even if your friends didn’t understand.

“(Y/N) whatever he has you believing it’s wrong you know that,” She said as Ultron just laughed.

“I think a lot about meteors, the purity in them. Boom! The end. Start again,” He said ignoring Natasha’s comments.

“The world made clean. For the new man to rebuild,” You added uploading Ultron into a new body as he distracted Natasha.

“I was meant to be new. I was meant to be beautiful.”

“The world would have looked to the sky and seen hope, seen mercy. Instead, they’ll look up in horror because of you,” You said feeling the anger boil out of you.

“(Y/N),” She whispered.

“You’ve wounded me. I give you full marks for that. But, like the man said, what doesn’t kill me,” Ultron said leaning closer to Natasha before a hand crushed his head to reveal a new and improved body. “Just makes me stronger.”

“You may not understand now but you will soon enough,” You said as he locked Natasha into a cell.

“Come along (Y/N) we have a lot to prepare for.”

With that, you put down your tools and followed Ultron out of the room as his arm began to be built. Walking passed Natasha you felt a pang of guilt but it soon went away when Ultron grabbed your wrist and pulled you along.

Following Ultron’s orders you didn’t go near Natasha again, instead, you made sure everything was running along smoothly as his robots prepare the meteor. Soon enough everything was completed and all you had to do was wait.  

As robots took off to where Ultron needed them you were left alone with your thoughts. You tried to reason with yourself that you were actually doing the right thing but there was always something in the back of your mind telling you that this was wrong.

Just as the explosions started to happen, the ground shook beneath you as you grabbed onto the wall for support. It was finally happening, you were going to save everyone.

As the explosions became louder and dirt started to fall from the ceiling you decided that it might me a good time to get above ground. The last thing you wanted was to have the ceiling collapse on you.

As the walls shook you followed the remaining robots hoping there was a way out. Picking up the pace, notice some of the robots stopping and turning around. Hearing your name being called you turned around only find a shield flying straight at the robots.

“No!” You said as the robots fell to the ground lifeless.

Now you were angry and you were going to make whoever threw the shield pay. Ripping one of the blasters of the robot’s arm you quickly turned around and began firing.

As the blasts deflected off of the shield you grew anger by the minute. Ripping off another blaster off of a robot you fired again.

“(Y/N) stop!”

Ignoring the familiar man, you continued firing at him until the blasters jammed. Pulling the triggers multiple times you let out an exasperated cry.

“(Y/N),” He said walking slowly to you. “It’s me, Steve, you know me.”

Trying to get the blasters to work again you ignore him once more as he kept talking to you. Everything in your head was jumbled and you could barely figure out who this man was. Whatever Wanda did she definitely did it well.

“You’re ruining the plan!” You fumed.

“Ultron is messing with your head.”

“You’re too blind to see that he’s saving everyone.”

“(Y/N)-”

“Don’t come any closer! I won’t hesitate to kill you!” You yelled.

“N-No you won’t (Y/N) I know you,” He walking closer to you. “You know this is wrong.”

As he came closer he put his shield down as you dropped once blaster without even thinking. You tighten your grip on the other gun as you raised it trying to get a good shot. Your hand trembled as he came closer and closer with his hands out to his sides.

“S-Stop,” You choked out.

“(Y/N),” He pleaded as you saw a few tears roll down his face.

Now he was just a few inches away but you couldn’t bring yourself to even try to shoot. Something was holding you back and you didn’t know what it was.

“Drop the gun please.”

“N-No I-” You whispered.

“Look at me (Y/N). Look at me,” He said grabbing your face with his hands.

Dropping your gun, your eyes widen as you finally realize who this man was. It was Steve, someone, you were hopelessly in love with and you almost killed him.

“S-Steve,” You cried. “O-Oh God I almost shot you.”

Letting out a sob, you tightly wrapped your arms around his neck as Steve pulled you closer to him. All the fear and paranoia you were feeling came out in one emotion as you shook in Steve’s arms.  

“I’m okay, you’re okay, we’re okay,” He said kissing your forehead as you continued sobbing.

“I-I’m so sorry. Ultron he’s building-”

“We know already it’s in the air rising as we speak.”

“T-This is all my fault,” You sniffled.

“You had no control of your actions. No one is going to blame you.”

“Is Nat ok? Ultron has her in a cell-”

“Banner already freed her and she’s fine,” Steve said as the ground shook. “We should get out here.”

Nodding your head, Steve picked up his shield before pulling you in for another hug. He could still sense you feeling terrified and confused. Pulling at the collar of his uniform, you crashed your lips onto his.

Deepening the kiss, you put your hands on his face as you smiled for the first time in a while. Breaking the kiss as the ground shook once more, you rested your head against his forehead as Steve smiled at you.

“You’ll be alright, no one can hurt you now,” He whispered before taking your hand as you walked to a nearby exit.

Believing in what he said, you sent Steve a small smile and gripped his hand tighter. Sure, you knew that the battle was just beginning but you had no doubt that Steve would protect you. And made you fall for him harder than you ever had.


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Roses

Request: Not sure if you’re doing request at the moment.
I just found out that my best friend is getting deployed to the middle east in a few months, and I was wondering if I could request a fluffy buck fic. Please and thank you. I hope you have an amazing day. -@loganmac02

Originally posted by sebastianobrien



It’s only been two weeks since you’ve been an Avenger. You’re really shy and you’ve only opened up to Wanda. She had rescued you on one of her solo missions and Nick insisted on keeping you here for safety reasons. You had been on the run, trying to escape Hydra from experimenting on you furthermore.

You didn’t think your powers were that special, but apparently being able to take down over 100 people with a single yell, along with being able to fly, was on a ‘desperately need’ list for Hydra.

After Wanda saved you, you were too shy and scared to speak to anyone else. It took time, but you knew they meant no harm. One certain Avenger had taken a liking towards you. Bucky Barnes wanted to be close to you the moment he saw you walk through the elevator. You were always too nervous and shy to talk to him, let alone anyone else, yet he always tried to speak to you. It happened, but very slowly.

Everyday, for two weeks, you’ve seen a single red rose lying at the bottom of your door on the floor in the hallway. It always brought a small smile to your face and you even summoned the courage to speak out and ask who has been doing it. Nobody confessed and you had suspicions that it could be Bucky.

He would always blush and smile, never meeting your shy gaze. You were determined to figure it out, so here you sat at your closed door, waiting to see footsteps approaching. You woke up extra early, hoping it was enough time to catch the secret rose whisperer.

About an hour went by and nothing happened. You sighed softly, staring at the crack under your door. You started to sit up from your sitting position on your cold floor, but a shadow approaching stopped you. Your heart started racing and you bent down quietly to peek under your door.

You saw black boots and dark jeans. Your cheeks burned red and you saw a metal hand carefully place not one, but two red roses, by your door. How something so intimidating could handle a rose so gentle. A smile spread across your face and you watched Bucky walk away, a small whistle blowing from his lips.

Happiness and nervousness flowed through your veins and you quickly got ready for the day. You showered, dried your hair, put on some clothes, and swung your door open to grab the two roses, carrying them over the vase you had. Surprisingly, you’ve been able to keep every rose Bucky had dropped by. You changed the water in the vase everyday and left them by your brightly lit window, even leaving it open at night to be bathed in the moonlight.

You hurriedly walked out of your room, the same small smile on your face. You weren’t sure why, but knowing that Bucky, former winter soldier, had been leaving you roses for two weeks since your arrival, made you really happy. Even if it wasn’t meant to be romantic in any way, you absolutely loved it. Had it not been Bucky, you would’ve loved it all the same, though.

You walked through the halls, searching for Bucky. You took the elevator to the common room, hoping to find him there, but only saw two of the members. You shyly walked in, covering your hands with your long sleeves, something you always did. Sam and Clint both looked over at you with a smile. “Hey, Y/N!” Sam said.

You walked over to them and smiled. “Hi. Have you guys seen Bucky?” You softly asked, hoping they knew. Clint smirked at Sam. “I think he just went back to Tony’s flower garden.” Clint said, winking at you. Your eyebrows creased then you blushed. “Okay, thank you.” You said with a smile. They must know what Bucky does. Why didn’t they ever tell you?

Quickly, you left the room and took the elevator to go outside. You walked around the tower and saw Bucky talking to Tony. You hid behind the side of the building and listened to them. “Bucky, you’ve gotta man up and ask her out. You’re taking all of my roses!” Tony exclaimed. You heard Bucky sigh.

You peeked around and saw Bucky cross his arms. “She doesn’t even know it’s me. What if she throws them away-” Tony cut Bucky off with a gasp. “Oh, she better not!” Tony said, making Bucky stifle a small chuckle. You smiled at the sound and stepped around the corner. Tony noticed the movement and his eyes fell on you.

You shyly smiled and walked closer to them. Bucky turned around to see what had caught Tony’s attention. “Y/N, how long have you been there?” Bucky asked, his eyes wide and his cheeks red. You nervously looked up at the two. “Just when Tony was scolding you for taking his roses.” You quietly said. Tony smirked and gave Bucky a pat on his shoulder.

Tony left and you watched Bucky stand there nervously. “I don’t throw them away. I’ve kept every single one of them, they’re all still alive.” You said, a small blush creeping on your cheeks. Bucky looked down at you with a shocked expression. “Wait, did you know it was me before you heard us talking?” Bucky questioned, his eyebrows creased in the cutest way.

You giggled and nodded, looking at the rose bush. “I, uh, I waited up early this morning. Nobody confessed. So after I saw your boots and stuff, I asked Sam and Clint. They told me where you were. They knew.” You explained rather quickly, your heart starting to race in your chest.

Bucky smiled and rubbed the back of his neck. “I begged them not to tell you it was me. I wanted to see if you’d figure it out. Did-did you mind very much?” Bucky asked, his blue eyes meeting yours. You shook your head and smiled. “I loved it. It made me feel happy.” You said, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You stepped closer to Bucky and grabbed his hands in yours. “So, you don’t think it’s dumb?” Bucky asked, his smile widening. “Not at all.” You giggled. “Good. Now that I know you’re not creeped out by that, can I ask you out on a date?” Bucky quietly asked you. “Of course you can.” You said as your cheeks burned red once again. Bucky sighed happily and started to walk you back to the tower.

Your hand never left his metal one and your heart felt full and happy.

Note: i’m sorry I’m late posting, but I’m having to steal my grandparents wifi across the street (sorry grandparents oops) bc ours is out for a little while. I hope you like this and I hope your friend stays safe, good luck to them. I’ll keep them in my thoughts. I hope this lifted your spirits! ily. feedback is welcome! .c

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