and in the middle of all the screams and the blood she had to close the door to them

Through the Years (Part 5)

Summary: Through mysterious circumstances, you find yourself exchanging letters with a man who lived 70 years in the past.

Word Count: 1,116

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A/N: BOOM. Here’s my inbox. :) Also, there may be some inconsistencies. Sorry.

Originally posted by ariesw1493


2011

Not knowing when the last letter would come was torturous for you. Refusing to interact with anyone outside of the normal socialization you had to go through at work, you tried to find some solace in the letters you kept in the wooden box, remembering the innocence by which you got to know the man you now were learning to love.

But he’d be yanked out of your hands soon.

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Hiraeth | Pt.13

pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4 | pt.5 | pt.6 | pt.7 | pt.8 | pt.9 | pt.10 | pt.11 | pt.12 | pt.13 pt.14

Words: 5,388.

Genre: Zombie apocalypse au, angst.

Summary: A world full of dwindling hope and lost loves and yet you and Jungkook are all the other needs to feel at home.

Warning: Contains mature content (such as coarse language, violent themes, and intense subject matter).

A/N: This part was inspired by a scene in the series for The Maze Runner (I can’t say which scene for sake of spoilers but you’ll know).

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You Deserve Punishment pt.2 (M)

Description: You never wanted to see them again, you couldn’t bare facing them in the eyes. Not after what you witnessed. It would forever haunt you. Why? Because you discovered their dirty little secret; Park Jimin was the lover of Min Yoonji, who was actually a man.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Yoongi

Genre: Smut (M), angst, university!au

Word Count: 8,046

A/N: This is the direct continuation to the first part of “You Deserve Punishment”. Please read the first part, if you haven’t already, or else you’ll be confused. Extreme vulgar language use. Graphic descriptions of sex. (blowjobs, penetration, food play, anal, etc). Threesome, bondage, and overstimulation (rough) is in this story. Heavy dom/sub undertones. Some yaoi (boyxboy). This is a mature read! You have been warned!

Originally posted by bellahasjams

“The reason I wanted you to leave is because I couldn’t control myself from you. Every time I see you, all i want is to bend you over and fuck you till you beg for me to stop………But you’ve disappointed me Y/n. You disrespected your oppa. You’re so bad….… and bad girls deserve punishment.”

 

You freeze when he tells you this. Control himself from you? He wants to do what with me? What the hell is going on? He…. has to be lying…….he hates me. “You’re lying…” you say shaking your head. How could he even be attracted to you?

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My James, Your Bucky (One Shot)

You’ve had it way too sweet and fluffy from me for a while now, so I’m gonna bring you right back to the pit of despair and angst with this one shot.

Something tells me this is something @sebbys-girl would particularly enjoy;)


Summary: You and Bucky live together in Bucharest. One day you come home to find your flat completely trashed.


Word count: 2.3k


Warnings: angst, aggressive behaviour.


Originally posted by blackinjustice


It was shaping out to be a great day – it was still pre-noon and you had an extra spring in your step as you walked through the cobbled streets of Bucharest. The city you fell in love with, it had it all – alleys lined with tall brick townhouses and red roofs, atmospheric cafes and bars, an impressive market square – where you stopped to pick up a box of plums from ‘your guy’. That’s how you wanted to celebrate, with a cheeky nod to how you two first met.

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6: “Marry me” (part 2 from the 5/6 request, also andreil!)

It takes 4 months and 2 weeks to organize Matt’s proposal to Dan. 

Neil knows because he’s been pretending to understand most of what Matt says to him for 4 months and 2 weeks.

It’s not that he’s not happy for them, it’s just that being told to celebrate love feels like being told to celebrate the way the world turns, or the gravity that continues to pin us like the bar on a rollercoaster seat. Neil celebrates love by staying alive to see it. He celebrates it by keeping it.

He looks at prospective rings and says they’re fine over and over again. He dutifully tells Dan nothing even when she asks outright. He answers the phone when Matt calls him in a panic at midnight and says “what if she says no” so many times that Neil hands the phone to Nicky.

It does make him think though, about Andrew. Without meaning to.

He doesn’t think of it as marriage in his head (to Neil, marriage has always been something that swallows you like quick sand). Tying himself to Andrew though — having something legally binding like Neil Josten on his documents, like their names on the lease, like his contract with his team — that means something to Neil.

Being with Andrew is the thrill of being in the game, but having it on paper would be like points blinking onto a scoreboard. He knows he’s scoring now, but he wants the crowd to know too. He wants this win to stick.

He doesn’t mention it because it doesn’t matter, ultimately. Neil doesn’t need other people to tell him that they love each other.

Andrew scoops Sir off Neil’s lap and smuggles him to his side of the couch. He pours one bowl of sugar crisp and one bowl of granola in the morning. He catches Neil’s sleeve before he goes for a run and uses every ounce of 5 AM energy he has to hold Neil’s eyes. Neil knows how he feels.

But he really does support Matt and Dan, separate from the way he’s scared of hospital rooms he won’t be allowed into or the box on a form that labels them ‘roommates’ like that’s anywhere close to enough.

The engagement lines up with a weekend that all the original foxes are scheduled to meet up on, scraped together by Matt’s meticulous hands and Nicky’s constant phone calls.

Andrew isn’t interested in going, but Neil asks, so. They’re the first ones there.

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Daddy's Girl

Description: The Winchester’s little sister handles the grief of her dead father, and hopes to keep his perfect image of herself intact.

Sam and Dean x sister!reader, mentions of John Winchester

Warnings: None that I can remember, except some fighting?

A/N: This was not the one I was planning on writing and posting but here it is! I hope you all like it, and thank you so much for your support! Let me know if you would like to request something, or you would like to be added to the tags! 😊

Tags: @winchesters-favorite-girl @percussiongirl2017


       You were pulling yourself from the ground. The fist of a girl a grade above you had slammed into your shoulder, and the prying hands of her groupies had shoved you to the ground. You stood up with a slight stagger, and shook your limbs to knock your instincts to tear her throat out off. She smiled devilishly at you, and you could hear your Dad’s voice in your head. Y/N be brave for me, and remember you are the thing that holds those two boys together.

The crowd around you was watching, and hanging on to every quiver your bruised limbs made. That’s when your hands shook, and you could hear their laughter as loud as the ringing in your ears. You saw his face, his eyes, his smile. He was gone now, and you were alone. He wouldn’t come driving up in his impala, he wouldn’t come save you from this, or help clean you up. You were not going to let him down though, you would continue to hold everything together. You would stay strong, and keep your brother’s heads above the bloody water. You would not create chaos or pain. You were going to continue to be the good girl, and push your emotions down. You were going to be strong without your father. You went to pick up your bag.

          “What’s the matter Winchester? Do you feel a little scared, want to run home to Daddy, you little-,” you suddenly looked up to face her.

Her preciously lined lips, with her plastic shaped nose, and perfectly placed hair. You couldn’t hear anything else except that one word. Daddy. Anger lined your skin with a new found red that wasn’t the shade of bruised. You charged at her, and brought her straight to the ground. You jammed your fist into her gut, and whipped the knife out of your boot. You popped the blade up into sight as you finally regained your senses. She was screaming, and someone was pulling you off her.

You quickly pushed the others off, and grabbed your bag. You ran off the school steps, and looked back. Teachers and supervisors were calling after you. Your body hurt from the beating you had taken, and tears stung your eyes. You stopped when you were little ways down the road. You slid the knife back into your boot, and placed your bag on your shoulders. You winced once the strap touched where she had thrown her fist. You took a breath, trying to calm your beating hard. The memory helped intensify the panic however, and you continued to walk down the road.

You replayed the images of the scene in your head. You had desperately tried to make friends, and get good grades. You were supposed to make your brothers happy and they seemed happy when you had those aspects of school in your life; after all, your life mission was to please your family. Your Dad had always said you were their care taker, and the glue that held them together. After he had passed, you tried harder than ever to please your brothers. You were the only one who hadn’t talked about your father’s death, whether that be to keep him alive in your mind, or to show how strong you were to your older brothers was unknown. You were supposed to be good, and you were supposed to be brave, like your father had said. You had failed today, and you let the rage of pain and anger flow through you and control your actions.

You were trying to dry your eyes as you entered the motel room. Your brothers were out, interview day was today. They were on a pretty tough case, and you three would be held up in this town for a few weeks. You went straight to the bathroom, looking at your bruised body. You slowly removed the clothes surrounding your bruises, and rinsed the blood off some of the scrapes. You were crying again, making the scar around your eye even more red. You slowly put on your clothes after bandaging up your injuries. You were in a lot of pain, and your eyes just wanted to close in exhaustion from the emotions and events of the day. You continued though, your father’s words echoing in your head. You had to be strong for Sam and Dean, and you had to hide what had happened. You emerged from the bathroom, and sat at the table. You pulled out your books, and papers.

You were trying to focus, but you had no strength to control the thoughts running through your head. You couldn’t go back to that school tomorrow. You couldn’t even face the outside world, and barely the one face you saw in the mirror. You had a handle on your tears, and continued to push through and finish your math problems. You were in the middle of an essay when your brothers walked through the door.

“Hey bunny,” Sam smiled.

 Dean dropped a bag next to your pile of books. You kept your face away from the light, and their vision lines. You continued writing, with the intention of greeting them but no words would form on your tongue. You heard your Dad’s voice in Sam’s, and Dean’s hand reminded you of your Dad’s hand. The brothers curiously tried to look at your face, but you just looked in the downward direction even more.

 “Y/N, look at me,” Dean said, starring at you from the other side of the table.

You quickly tried to make an escape to the bathroom but Sam stepped in front of you, and grabbed your face. His eyes widened, and you felt his body tense. Dean came around, and instant anger flashed into his green eyes.

“Who did this to you?” he demanded.

You shook your head and pushed Sam’s hands away. You had no ability to create sentences. Your Dad flashed into your mind.

“Y/N, what happened?” Sam asked, slightly demanding.

 You wished your dad were there, able to hold you, and help you regain the stick you needed to hold everything together. You looked back at your brothers, who’s faces held so much of your father. You started crying, and felt the sobs shake you inside and out. You were letting go. The grip you had on all the pain and grief of your father’s death suddenly escaping through the two little slits in your eyes.

 “I, I,” you started. The two brothers were suddenly shocked at this new emotion. “I miss Dad,” you cried out.

 Sam had tears in his eyes, as Dean starred at you in a helpless gaze. They both wrapped their bodies around yours. You were between them, and the warmth of their concern was making the tears come more rapidly. You weren’t supposed to be crying.

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               You were sitting on Sam’s lap as Dean knelt beside you. Your sobs had slowed and your eyes only watered now. The tears had made the cut around your eye painful, but in a cleansing way.

 “Little girl, you’re gonna be fine. Me and Sammy, we aren’t going anywhere, and Dad will always be looking out for you,” Dean stroked your cheek.

You closed your eyes and snuggled into Sam a little more. “You’re okay Y/N/N,” Sam cooed.

“Sammy, De?” you called out.

“Yeah baby?” Sam asked.

 “I’m so sorry,” you wiped your eyes, forgetting about the cut, and hissing.

“No, darlin’ we’re sorry,” Dean responded, getting up to get things to tend your cut.

“But I-,” you started.

 “No buts, baby you are so strong, and you never ever break. You’re allowed to snap sometimes. You’re allowed to have emotions and to feel sad. You’re allowed to miss Dad,” Sam said, stroking your hair. You nodded.

“Even though you have some nasty scars, I would say you won against those girls,” Dean smiled.

 Sam’s eyes went wide, “Dean she almost sliced a girl with a weapon she wasn’t even supposed to have!”.

Dean looked to you, as you shrunk a little. “Eh, you were always a Daddy’s girl, and he would’ve done the same,” he smiled.

Hades and Persephone (harry au)

I’m a sucker for Greek Mythology lmao. This isn’t the same exact story probably but I wanted to put it in my perspective and how I like to imagine it. Especially imagining Harry as god of the underworld because that boy is a total cupcake. We’re just gonna call Hades as Harry’s name lmao. I’ve been fantasizing this for a while now so I hope this kills you as much as it kills me! Haha xx M

Contains mature content

The underworld is a very dark and dreary place. The blood curdling screams from the spirits of the dead could be heard from miles away beneath the earth’s ground. The souls being punished severely for the countless sins they’ve committed. As soon as one enters the underworld, there’s this depressing aura that surrounds a person. A very frightening one too. There is literal smell of death that fills the air of the gloomy place. 

Moans and groans could be heard from where Harry was sat in his palace, on his large throne that was made of dark steel meaning to look intimidating with it’s size and the bronze gemstones dispersed into the strong metal.

It was his job to rule the underworld. To control the deaths and punishments of those souls who deserved it. The sound of terrified screams coming from the outside of his palace did not phase him at all. He has learned to not sympathize any of the souls who are being punished. It isn’t exactly an easy job to rule death.The worse the sins are, the more unfortunate a soul was. He has learned to avoid them.

Harry is a man who is void of emotions. Or he was a man who was void emotions. It had all changed when the light of his life, his love, his beautiful goddess Persephone entered his life. Her job was to control springtime and vegetation. She was literally the physical representation of warmth and life thus, being the polar opposite of Harry who was cold and only took lives. She was the reason why he has become less harsh and more warm. His cold, black heart would melt every time he saw. 

Persephone literally glowed and out shined the dark world of death. Her warmth and caring persona was the only life down in the underworld. She was able to counteract Harry’s darkness with her power of changing the seasons and growing the plants for people to survive with food. 

Her beauty was something Harry still wasn’t use to. He still couldn’t believe that this beautiful goddess was all his. His, his, his. This beauty was all his and he still couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that they were married. That he was married to someone who was the polar opposite of him. He couldn’t believe that a beautiful, caring woman like her loved a cold hearted man like him. She was the only person who would make him feel emotions. She was the only person that Harry cared about. The only person Harry has ever felt loved for.

The first time he saw her, he was so sure he fell in love with her right then and there. She was stood far away from him, picking flowers from a field when he saw her. Her aura radiated innocence and warmth. He wanted her as his wife so he had abducted her and took her into the depths of Earth into his realm. She hated him at first. She hated what he did and she hated how he acted. She had thought that he was a selfish man for abducting her. But slowly, she fell in love with the man who had a black heart. She was the cause of his heart turning one shade lighter from black. She had learned to love him with everything she had despite who he was. She accepted him into her life. She accepted his job as the ruler of death and stood by his side as goddess of the Underworld when they got married.

Persephone was Harry’s weakness. They both knew that. She was the woman who was able to control him. She was the only person who was able to slightly melt his ice cold heart. She was the woman who lit up his life and brought a smile to his usual stoic face. 

Harry is sat in his throne room with a fluttery heart and butterflies bursting in his stomach as he watches his beautiful wife walk down the aisle. The only woman who could cause butterflies to erupt in his stomach. The large stone doors shut loudly behind her, leaving both of them privacy from their servants. His raspberry lips lift up into a smile as he stands up and allows his long legs to carry him to his glowing goddess. He felt his cold heart lodge in his throat when he sees her smiling at him, her demeanor radiating happiness when she sees him. He couldn’t believe that he was the reason for that wide smile. A ruthless man like him.

Persephone walks towards him in a white gown that contrasts against the dark room and Harry, who was dressed in a thick black robe. The upper half of the dress, clung to her chest. Her breasts slightly swelled up due to the golden belt wrapped around the waist and she knew it was going to bring a reaction out of her husband. The sleeves were off the shoulders, revealing her soft gleaming skin. Her hands were clasped together in front of her body and she looked down at the ground shyly when she saw Harry’s green eyes staring at her with adoration.

The both of them meet in the middle, his arms immediately going around her waist and pulling her as close to him as he can. Persephone’s hands rest against his broad chest and she leans her face closer to his as he bends his neck down slightly. She feels his breath wash over her face, cushioned lips pressing a kiss to her forehead. She shuts her eyes, enjoying the moment of the muscle that is puckered against her head for a few minutes.

Harry puckers his lips against her forehead a few more times before leaning down to press a kiss against the tip of her nose. She scrunches her nose up cutely at the tickling sensation and Harry chuckles at how adorable she looked, pressing his forehead against hers. 

“How did yeh sleep m’love?” He asks her, cupping her left cheek with his right hand. She leans into his palm, kissing it and he smiles at the action, rubbing his thumb under her eye.

“Very well,” She tells him, her fingers playing with the collar of his robe. She slightly opens the top apart to run her hand across his clavicle. Harry’s stomach tightens at the action, his hand moving behind to her hold the back of her neck. “Although, I was not happy when I saw that my husband wasn’t laying beside me,” She slightly pouts, causing him to chuckle.

He leans down to capture her rosy red lips in his, the hairs on his arms immediately raising at the feeling of her lips on his. The connection of their lips was felt throughout his body, electrifying and shocking every nerve. He shuts his eyes, enjoying the moment with his wife. Her arms latch around his neck, pulling him down even closer, harshly pressing her lips to his. Their lips move in sync and at the same rushed pace. Persephone bites down on her husband’s bottom lip, emitting a low groan from him as he tightly grips her hips with his large hands.

They let go after a few moments and breath across each other’s face. Harry’s hands run up and down her sides before grabbing her hips and squeezing them before pulling her close again.

“’M sorry, my angel,” He apologizes, giving another quick peck to her lips. “‘ve got a job t’do don’t I?”

“Mhm,” She hums, grabbing his collar to pull him down and latch her lips against his in another chaste kiss. She was addicted to the feeling of his lips on hers as was he. “As do I, but I wanted to spend time with my handsome man before I had to leave.” She mutters against his lips. 

Harry sticks out his bottom lip into a pout and Persephone chuckles, kissing it. “D’yeh have t’go today?” She nods, running her fingers through his brown locks. “Can’t yeh just miss a day?” He asks.

She shakes her head and he sighs, “If I don’t go, how will the plants grow? People need them for food, Harry. Or they might end up here.” She gives him a stern look and Harry grumbles, pulling her to his chest. She rests her head into the crook of his neck, pecking it a few times while he runs his hands up and down her back.

There are days where Persephone has to leave the Underworld because after all, she is the goddess of spring and vegetation. Just because she lives in the Underworld with her husband, it doesn’t mean her role above the Earth’s ground was over. It was her job to grow plants in the season.

Harry lets out a dramatic sigh, “Alright but…” He slides his hand down to her bum, grabbing each cheek with both hands and she gasps in surprise, nuzzling her nose into his neck even closer, “Can we at least spend some time together befo’ yeh leave,” He whispers hotly in her ear, biting down on her earlobe and squeezing her bum harder. She moans against his neck, tugging at his hair. 

No matter how many times they do this, he always takes her by surprise. She’s still his innocent girl. She still shies away at sex or when he mentions it. She’ll still blush whenever he finishes eating her out with her arousal on his face or when she has his cock in her mouth. But Harry loved it. He loves how red she gets and how she doesn’t meet his eyes when she finishes wiping her face after sucking him off.

“Yes, yes, yes,” She throws her head back when he starts kissing her neck, giving him more access to suck on her skin. He bites down on the skin beneath her ear, running his tongue over the soar spot before giving it a kiss. He does it a few more times on other places on her neck before she stops him, worried that her companions might see.

Harry growls, pulling her back by the waist and stares down at her breasts that are pushed up from her dress. He squeezes them harshly, emitting a loud moan from his goddess. His nose nuzzles between the area of her breasts, his hands moving up to her sleeves that rest just below her shoulders. He pushes down the sleeves more, revealing more of her cleavage; her skin looking as smooth as silk. He pushes down the front of the dress off her upper chest, releasing both of her breasts. His green eyes darken in lust at the sight, his lips immediately latching on to her hardened pink nipple. He bites down on the peaked bud, causing her to let another loud moan and her hands involuntarily move up to his hair, tugging at it harshly. His hands move down to her arse, giving it another hard squeeze, surely leaving marks. 

He swirls his tongue around her pink nipple a few times before kissing and biting at it. Persephone’s legs shake at his actions, shutting her eyes in pleasure while he moves on to her other breast. She feels one of his hands move to the front of the body, cupping her crotch and rubbing her through her gown. 

“H-Harry,” Persephone calls.

“Hm,” He hums, spitting down onto her sternum and watching his saliva slide down the bone. 

“Don’t wanna do it here,” She gasps when he pinches her nipple between his forefinger and thumb harshly. “Please.” She begs him. “Someone might come!” She says, watching him wrap his left arm around her torso and tugging her dress up to run his hand over the skin over her legs. 

“The only one whose goin’ t’come is yeh,” He whispers hotly against her lips before kissing her hungrily. Harry pushes his tongue against Persephone’s lips and she opens her mouth to grant access. Their tongues touch, swirling in motion. She bites down on his bottom lip while she trails her hands down the front of his body to his groin, squeezing it. Harry groans, kissing her roughly while he grabs her hair at the back of her head.

“Let’s go upstairs. Please,” She pleads, tilting her neck to the side as he kisses down her throat. “To the bedchamber.”

Harry growls, complying with her wishes. He moves one arm beneath her back and the other beneath her knee, picking her up off the ground. She squeals in surprise and Harry chuckles, kissing at her lips again as he carries them towards the doors. 

“Open the doors!” Harry commands to his servants who stood on the other side of his throne room. They follow his orders, pulling open the doors, not daring to look at him or Persephone. Her cheeks tint red when she notices her breasts are still hanging out of her dress. She moves her hands from around his neck to try and fix it but Harry stops her. “Don’t worry, darling. They wouldn’ dare to look at yeh ‘cos they know wha’ would happen ‘f they do.” He assures her, giving a hard glare to his servants who look down at the ground.

Persephone grabs his cheek to turn his head towards her again and away from his servants. She presses her lips against his, running her tongue along his lower lip. She tightens her grip around his neck again, unlatching her lips from his and nuzzles her face into the crook of his neck as he carries her towards their bedchamber. She sucks on the skin beneath his ear, leaving her marks. 

When they reach their bedchamber, the servants who stood on either side of their door immediately open them without looking. Harry carries her towards the bed, gently laying her down from the foot of the large bed. They hold eye contact with each other the whole time, their eyes filled with lust and love for each other. 

Harry roughly and hungrily presses his lips against Persephone’s while he tugs the sleeves of her dress down her arms, revealing more of her chest. Her hands move to the front of his black robe, untying the small knot and pulling the cloth apart. She runs her hands down his strong, tan chest. Her hands push his robe of his shoulders and it immediately reveals his bare body. She scratches at the back of his shoulders as he tries to tug her dress off from the top.

He grunts in frustration when the gown gets stuck at the waist and she chuckles at his annoyance. He’s hunched over her body, pinching his bottom lip between his fingers as he looks down at her with challenging eyes, a smirk on his bruised lips.

“’S this yeh’re favorite dress darlin’?” He asks her and Persephone looks at him in confusion, shaking her head no. “So yeh wouldn’ mind ‘f I did this?” And before she can even reply, he rips the front of the dress, the gemstones falling off the fabric and onto the floor with a clatter. The rest of the dress is pulled off of her legs and onto the ground without a care. She gasps at him in surprise, getting ready to scold him but before she could say anything, she feels him pulling her down by the ankles to the edge of the bed. 

She leans her weight on her elbows that rest on the mattress, watching him kiss inside her thighs. He pulls her legs over his shoulder as he kisses her inner thighs. He moans at the sight of her dripping pink core, ready to devour her sweet taste. 

Persephone’s chest heaves up and down as she gulped, her body shaking and her legs starting to quiver around Harry’s face. Harry dips his head down to attach his mouth to her clit and she instantly whines, throwing her head back as Harry kisses her cunt. He closes his eyes in a bliss, groaning against her heat, sticking his tongue into her wet hole, almost making her scream as her hands pull at his hair because he was driving her mad with his tongue that she loved so much. She was a screaming mess as Harry devoured her, fucking his tongue into her at a fast pace while he rubs at her clit. Her legs tighten around his head as they cross each other at his back but Harry didn’t mind. He pumps his fingers in and out her entrance, replacing it with his tongue, repeating the process. He moans against her, shooting waves of pleasure throughout her body, causing her to arch her back and let out pleasurable moans that causes Harry to become more aroused, his leaking cock slapping against his abdomen.

“’M so close,” Persephone whines, pulling at his hair again that emits another groan from Harry. 

“Come on my tongue, my love, c’mon,” He tells her, tongue still deep inside her, swirling, flicking, and thrusting while he still rubs her clit with his fingers. She whimpers, one hand coming up to squeeze her breast as the other tugs at her hair. She throws head back in pleasure as she approaches her orgasm, moaning loudly. Her hips thrust up into his mouth, screaming his name while he sucks up her juices. Her head falls back onto her mattress as she sighs in contentment, her body relaxing.

She feels her husband’s body climb on top of her, pinning her back down beneath his body. She opens her eyes to see him staring down at her with a smirk on his lips, his hair falling over his forehead, eyes two shades darker from their normal color filled with lust. She moves her hand up to push his hair off his sweaty forehead. 

She giggles, pulling him down by the neck to kiss him, tasting herself on him as she sucks on his lower lip. He holds her waist, squeezing it when she bites down on his bottom lip.

“How was it?” He asks her, laughing when she hides her face in his neck with red tinting her cheeks. 

She nods her head, not saying a word and Harry smiles, knowing she doesn’t want to say it out loud. “C’mon, I dunno wha’ yeh mean, darlin’” He teases, kissing the side of her face while he runs his hands through her hair. “Did yeh like it?” She nods. “Did yeh like m’tongue fuckin’ yeh’re cunt?” 

Persephone gasps at his vulgar words, pulling her head back to look at him with pink cheeks, hitting his chest. “Shut up.”

Harry laughs, shaking his head before leaning down to kiss her nose. He stares into her eyes with adoration, his love for her being indescribable. He didn’t know how he could explain how much he cared about his girl. She was the most precious person to him and he still couldn’t believe that they were married together. He snaps out of his trance when he feels her hand on his cock, running over the head. He groans, digging his face into her neck and biting at her neck.

“Want yeh on yeh’re knees darlin’“ He whispers in her ear and she nods, letting go of his cock to get on her knees. 

Persephone obliges to his command and got on all fours, hands pressed against the mattress as her knees dug into the cushion. Harry narrows his eyes at her when she slightly wiggle her hips, wondering why she’s teasing him. He grabs both of her arse cheeks in his hand, sitting on his knees behind her. He pulls her hips back more, the head of his cock knocking against her entrance causing her to moan in desperation. He holds his thick girth in his hand, running the head up and down her folds with his pre-cum leaking from the top. 

He pulls her cheeks apart as he pushes himself deeply into her tight cunt, making her moan loudly and shut her eyes. Harry groans loudly at the feeling of her wet walls clenching around his cock. He doesn’t move yet, making Persephone impatient and causes her to push her arse back, making him sink all the way into her as she arches her back. Harry digs his fingers into his hips, bruising her skin with his fingers but her not minding at all.

Her body jolts forward when he pulls out all the way before thrusting back into her in one quick motion, instantly hitting a spot inside of her that causes her to scream out loud. He fucks into her slowly, putting his hand on the middle of her back and pushing her chest flat to the bed as her arse sticks up at the perfect angle. He bucks his hips forward, moving her arse back to slap against his bottom half as he grunts in pleasure and hears her moans. 

“S’good, my love. Feel s’good around my cock” Harry moans, grabbing her arse again and fucking into her sharply. The sound of their flesh slapping together rapidly and the bed hitting the wall bounced across the walls of their bedchamber and Persephone was so sure their servants can hear from outside the door. 

“Harry,” She moans, his pace becoming faster. 

“C’mon, love. Help me out here hm,” He says, lifting her up so she could hold herself up with her hands, her head hanging low between her shoulders. She complies to his wishes, slamming backwards as he thrusts forward. He pulls her cheeks up apart to stare at where they connect, his cock pulling back before slamming back in each time. 

He slows down, swiveling his hips, going deeper each time before pounding harder, making her gasp and moan loudly, her hands clenching the sheets in her fists. He takes a handful of her hair, wrapping it around his fist as he pulls her head back, her body arching as they both pant loudly. Harry brings his face down to hers, his body hunching over hers as he kisses her ear, his hand coming from behind to turn her face to his and kiss her. He sticks his tongue into her mouth, allowing it to glide across hers. He growls, slowing his hips as he releases her lips. 

He sighs deeply through his nose, moving back to grab her wrists and pull her body backwards so her back was to his chest and her head laid back on his shoulder. Persephone swallows thickly, looking into her husband’s dark green eyes, still not use to each time he fucks her in different positions.

She lifts left hand and holds the back of his neck. “I love you so much,” She whispers against his lips, kissing him again as he pushed himself back in. His left hand gripping her waist to keep her in place as the other palms and squeezes her breast. He grunts into her mouth, moaning louder as he continues to snap his hips up and fuck her her. 

“Like it? Hm?” He asks and she nods, moaning as she brings her hand up to squeeze her other breast as he thrusts into her deep and hard at a fast pace. She mewls, kissing at his neck, licking the salty skin from his sweat. 

“I-I’m gonna…gonna come,” She whimpers, feeling a spark in her lower abdomen. 

Before she knew it, he turns her over and pushes her down to the mattress, placing his chest against hers and slamming back into her as soon as he can. Her breasts press against his chest and she felt like she was losing her breath from his hips connecting with hers, thrusting into her far too fast. Harry presses his forehead against hers, both of them breathing on each other’s faces. Persephone keeps her eyes closed as Harry’s slowly start to droop. The heels of her feet dig into his lower back as her lips part to whimper his name. 

Harry places his hand his hands underneath her, on her arse, and pounds harder, causing a small tear to escape her eye. He kisses it away, puckering his lips against her skin a few more times. Persephone could feel him deep in her stomach and she moans loudly when he hits her spot again. 

“Like that yeah? Can feel me in yeh’re stomach hm?” He says, licking his bottom lip. 

Persephone nods, not having the strength to mutter any words when he’s thrusting into her hard. The grip on her arse becomes harder, his cock pushing deeper. She claws on his back, surely to leave marks and she could’ve sworn that he was bleeding.

“Yeh close?” He asks and she nods again, swallowing thickly. He leans his head to her breasts, kissing her sternum. He spits on each of her breasts, biting, sucking and swirling his skillful tongue against her pink nub. 

Persephone brings one of her hands between them to rub at her clit, bringing her closer to the edge. She tugs at his hair again, pushing his face against her cleavage, enjoying the feeling of his lips on her chest. 

“Wanna go on top,” She mutters breathlessly, not even sure if he heard her but to her surprise, he does and flips them both over, growling, so she could take control. 

“C’mon then,” Harry says, staring at his beautiful wife who is sat on top of him. Her chest and face red, skin glistening of sweat but still glowing like always. He grabs her hips, lifting her up so she can grab his cock, leveling it to her entrance but not before sliding it against her folds, making Harry roll his eyes back in pleasure. She sinks down on to him, balancing herself on him by placing both of her hands on his muscular chest. Harry thrusts up into her as she bounces down onto him. 

He grunts, enjoying the sound of loud desperate moans as she fucks him into a bliss. Harry’s eyes close as his orgasm approaches, hands squeezing her arse roughly. Persephone gasps when his hand starts rubbing at her clit again, helping her approach her orgasm quicker. She moans loudly when she feels herself come around his cock, clenching her walls around him as her juices slide down. 

“Fuck,” Harry groans loudly in pleasure. “Tha’s it. Jus’ like tha’, my angel.” He praises, dragging out another groan when he releases his cum deep insider her as her arousal washes over him. He lets go of her arse, letting his arms fall beside him on the mattress, calming his breathing as she does the same. The both of them panting loudly and coming off their high. He opens his eyes to look at her, seeing her body almost fall back from how weak and tired she felt but he quickly catches her with his arm. 

Harry chuckles, moving her hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear as he leans up. “Yeh okay there darlin? Wore yeh out didn’ I? Hm?” He says, kissing her lips. 

“Don’t feel like going anymore,” She tells him, wincing when he pulls out of her heat slowly. He watches their arousal drip down her inner thighs and his cock covered in her wetness. 

He chuckles, pulling her down to lie beside him, stroking her hair as she rests her head on his shoulder. She kisses his shoulder, resting her hands against his sweaty chest as her thigh hooks over waist. He leans down to kiss her forehead, lips pressing there for five or six seconds.

“Told yeh not t’go but yeh said yeh had to,” He says innocently. 

Persephone rolls her eyes, enjoying a few more moments in her husband’s arms before she had to leave. 

“I love yeh too, by the way,” he tells her, remembering when she said it to him earlier when he was fucking her with his chest against her back. Persephone grins, kissing his chest again.


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“Protect You” Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 2,559

Lucifer x Reader, Crowley x Reader

Request from @perseusandmedusa : Can I request a Lucifer x Reader story? You’ve watched the last episode where we saw Lucifer in a cage in Hell with Crowley, right? Let’s imagine Crowley found Lucifer’s soulmate & brings her in the room. The reader being a simple woman, she doesn’t understand what’s going on. Luci feels a connection the second she enters the room but decides to ignore it, so Crowley will kinda torture her to get a reaction from the Devil. 

Warnings: Alcohol, mentions of torture, angst, a few swear words, fluff


Originally posted by totallysupernaturaloneshots

“Need a drink?” Crowley sat down next to the woman at the bar, sliding a wink at her.

She looks over at him, unsure if he is being serious or not. People don’t typically approach her at bars, but if they do, it usually never turns out well. With her past history of creeps trying to drug her or losers trying to get in her pants, she normally just kept a straight, ‘don’t talk to me’ face while she drank.

“I’m good.” She raises her glass, indicating that she already had.

“What’s your name?” Crowley asked, swirling his chair so he is facing towards her.

She tells him a fake name, while giving off a quite bitchy attitude, hoping that he will leave her alone. Crowley knows she’s lying, making him raise his eyebrows. He knows her name. Actually, he knows a lot about her.

When he had captured Lucifer a few weeks ago, he tried everything he could do to torture him. All the techniques that Lucifer had once used on him, and everything that he had picked up on his own. He was quite skilled in torture, being the king of hell and all. But nothing seemed to break him. He continued to be his normal, regular, horrible self. It was driving Crowley mad knowing that he couldn’t get Lucifer to break. He wanted him to break just as Lucifer had broken him all those years ago.

The only other thing he could think of was something he didn’t think was possible. He had deemed it an impossible mission when he had called his mother, Rowena, and asked for help. He had figured she would say that his plan was a bust, that she couldn’t find anything.

But she did.

That plan of his was to find his soulmate. That’s the only thing in the world that no one can resist. Soulmates are something on another level that even God can’t mess with. Everyone is born with one, even angels- even Lucifer. When Crowley called Rowena, asking if she could possibly find his soulmate, he thought it was a long shot. There was too many possibilities- he or she could have already died, not even been born yet, or might not even be human. They could have been another angel.

But of course, Rowena came through. She always did. Crowley couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Lucifer did have one- a woman named Y/N. And she was very much alive.

He tracked her down, and here he was. Offering to buy her a drink, planning on getting her drunk so he could easily take her back to Lucifer. He needed her to get done what needed done.

“Now now, don’t lie about your name.” Crowley frowned, flagging down the bartender. “Scotch, please. And another one for the lady.” He orders her a drink despite her protests to him buying her one earlier.

“And how is it you know that isn’t my real name?” She was the one raising her eyebrows this time.

“Because, love, I know everything.”

“Uh huh.” Y/N had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. In her eyes, she just thought this was some random old guy trying to hit on her, and not really doing a good job.

“Take the drink?” Crowley passes over one of the glasses that the bartender brought him.

“I told you I was good.” She slides the glass back over to him.

Crowley was growing impatient and frustrated. She was stubborn. No wonder she was Lucifer’s soulmate. He decided to go a different route and just wait her out until she left. Crowley excused himself from the bar and goes outside, waiting patiently until she comes out.

Y/N finishes up her drink, relief flooding through her chest as the man next to her finally left. He gave off a dark vibe, one she couldn’t quite explain. If she believed in the supernatural, she’d describe it as the feeling of death. The feeling that everywhere he goes, darkness follows.

She frowns, thinking she’s overthinking things and being paranoid. She picks up her purse and pays the tab, thanking the bartender for his service. She ignores the wolf whistles coming from the men in the bar as she makes her way out, grabbing her car keys as she opens the door.

She’s about to open the door to her car as she sees the reflection of the man in the car window, making her jump and drop her keys.

“Did I scare you, Y/N?” Crowley smirks. She doesn’t even have the time to process the fact that he knew her name before she finds herself in a totally different place.

She looks around, the man that was once with her in the parking lot now holding on to her wrist as he drags her through the dark corridors. She looks around in fear and starts hyperventilating, her mind running a million miles an hour.

Crowley tightens his grip on her wrist as he drags her towards the room, not caring how much she is resisting. He doesn’t care that she’s scared. The only thing that he cares about is the look on Lucifer’s face when he sees her, and how he will react to knowing he’s got his soulmate as captive.

“Luci, we’ve got company.” Crowley says in a singsong voice, throwing Y/N into the room.

Lucifer looks up from behind the bars, unsure of what Crowley is talking about. He sees him throw the woman into the room; she looks terrified, and immediately Lucifer feels bad for the woman.

He becomes confused as to why he felt badly for the woman he didn’t even know- he doesn’t feel bad for anyone. He doesn’t give a shit about anything except himself. But the helpless, scared look on her face was enough to make to make even his heart melt. He didn’t even know he had a heart until he saw her.

“Aha, gotta love company.” Lucifer smiles his signature smile.

“Who are you? Why am I here?” Y/N’s voice came out quiet and weak. She was standing in the middle of the room, Crowley standing in the doorway to her left and Lucifer behind the bars to her right.

“Oh, sweetie, I apologize for him. He’s always been a bit rude to houseguests.” Lucifer says condescendingly, hoping to get underneath Crowley’s skin. He’s not going to let anyone break him, not even this mysterious woman in front of him.

“I’m Crowley. King of Hell.” Crowley closes the door, stepping into the room and going to sit on his chair. Ah, his signature chair. He loves sitting in that chair, it makes him feel powerful. Especially when he can sit there and see Lucifer caged up right next to him, helpless. “And that over there, well, that’s the Devil.”

Y/N thought she was going to pass out. First, she’d kidnapped from a bar by a strange man, who claims to be the King of Hell? And now she’s locked up in a room with not only him, but someone he is introducing as the Devil? This was too much for her. She starts pacing the room, pinching herself in several spots on her body. This must be a dream.

“The Devil is a bit of a harsh name, if you ask me.” Lucifer pipes up. “But, I second her question, Crowley- what is the poor woman doing here?”

“You didn’t feel it yourself?” Crowley feels himself pause. Lucifer should have felt the instant connection the moment she stepped into the room. Angel can sense their soulmates much more acutely than humans. Crowley clenches his jaw, thinking he might have messed up and grabbed the wrong girl, before he notices the change in Lucifer’s face. It was only a split second, but it was enough for Crowley to know. He felt it.

Lucifer’s face dropped the minute Crowley said that. He had felt it, he knew. He knew why she was here, and he knew why Crowley was acting so smug. That woman standing there, that was his soulmate. He could feel the connection between them, his immediate liking to her.

“Oh, Crowley,” Lucifer laughs. “You really thought a girl could get under my skin? You’re dumber than you look, and that’s saying a lot.”

“Now, Lucifer, you of all people know the power of soulmates. Don’t try and act like this woman isn’t affecting you, dog.”

Y/N was seriously on the edge of passing out. Soulmates? To her, soulmates aren’t even a real thing. It’s just a fairytale, the things that moms always tell their little girls about.

“What am I doing here?” She repeats again. No one responds to her.

“She means nothing to me.” Lucifer insists.

“No?” Crowley asks in an unbelieving tone. He grabs Y/N, pulling her back into his chest and placing his knife across her neck. She starts to choke back tears, terrified that he was going to kill her. She tries to go and speak, but with a snap of Crowley’s fingers, her voice was gone.

“So you wouldn’t mind if I sliced her neck?” He dragged the knife slowly across her neck, not putting enough pressure to cut her, but that could easily be changed.

Lucifer wanted to get out of that cage that moment and turn that knife around, stabbing it into Crowley’s neck instead. Or, if he had his power, just simply snap his fingers and snap his neck. Anything would do at this moment. Seeing her standing there with a knife to her neck, terrified and crying, was not a sight Lucifer wanted to see.

But his pride gets in his way, and he refuses to let Crowley see how this bothers him.

“Do you realize who I am?” Lucifer seethes his teeth from behind the bars. “Nothing and no one can get to me. I’m the one who people run away to their mommies for. I’m the big, bad monster. A measly woman is not going to do shit for me.”

Crowley calls his bluff and presses the blade slightly deeper into Y/N’s neck, making blood start to flow out of the wound. He allows her voice to come back so Lucifer can hear her screams.

“Stop it!” Lucifer screams, not being able to take it any longer. His eyes start to glow red from the anger inside of him. “Stop fucking touching her!”

Crowley smirks, pulling the knife away from her as he allows her to drop to the floor.

“Bingo.” Crowley says. He’s about to say something else before his phone rings, earning a groan in response. “Sam and Dean. Always needing something.” And with a snap of his fingers, he’s gone.

“Y/N, come here.” Lucifer calls out from the cell.

“No, don’t come anywhere near me.” She’s scared, and holding her neck to keep pressure on the wound. It’s not very deep, but it’s enough to make blood drip down onto her shirt.

“I want to make sure you’re okay.” Lucifer sighs. Y/N is hesitant, but crawls over to where he is. He looks at her neck, placing his fingers on it, earning a wince from her.

“Didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Who are you?” Her voice comes out shaky.

“I thought that was made clear.”

“You’re-“

“Lucifer?” He asks. “Yes.”

“But how can you… How?”

“There is a lot you don’t know, Y/N. This world, it’s not what you think.”

“Uh huh…” She wasn’t sure how to respond. This was a lot to take in. “And… soulmates?”

“Everyone has someone.” Is all he responded.

“And you’re my someone?”

“Seems so.”

“Okay.” She tried to pinch herself again.

Lucifer didn’t know what to do. He has never felt compassion or anything or anyone in his life until this girl. He’s not sure how to act around her. All he knew was that he wanted to help her. She can’t handle this.

“Y/N, I need you to do something for me.”

“Okay.”

“I want you to grab that key that’s on the desk right there. Open that door and get out of here. There isn’t any demons standing guard. You can find your way out. When you get out, I need you to do something else for me. I have followers, people who well help you. Pray to Abraham, tell him that I sent you. Tell him to wipe your memory.”

“I don’t-“

“Just do it!” Lucifer yelled. He felt the overwhelming sense to protect her, to keep her safe. If she knew about any of this, remembered this, she’ll think she’d gone crazy. Any normal human would.

“O-okay.” She stuttered, fear rising inside of her from him yelling. She walked over to the table, grabbing the keys and opening the door.

“How are you going to escape?” She asked him, pity in her eyes. He was helping her and she didn’t want to leave him.

“I can handle myself. Leave, now.”

Y/N closes the door behind her. She runs through the hallways, barely able to see from the lack of lighting. Eventually she finds a door that leads to the outside, and she sighs in relief, happy to be out of there.

“Abraham?” She says oddly. A part of her feels like this was just some big joke someone was playing on her. She felt extremely ridiculous praying to an angel. “Lucifer sent me.”

She stood there for a few minutes before shaking her head, thinking that she was going insane. She was about to walk away, run and find a road before a man appeared in front of her.

“You prayed to me. Lucifer sent you?” The man, presumably Abraham, asks her.

“Yeah,” She could barely believe your eyes. This night was getting crazier by the moment. “He, uh, he wanted you to wipe my memory. Something about being his soulmate, saying he wanted to protect me.”

“You’re her?” His eyes widened, and he immediately rushed over to her side. “What exactly were his orders, miss?”

“He wanted you to wipe my memories of the night.”

“Where were you before this?”

“A bar. Thaxton’s.”

-

Y/N stands in front of her car, confused as to why she is just staring at the window and not opening her car door. She looks down, noticing her car keys are dropped on the ground. She frowns and picks them up.

The time on her phone said it was almost eleven at night, making Y/N’s eyes widen. ‘Had I really been in there that long? I’ve got a test tomorrow!’ She thought to herself, not knowing where the time went.

“I’ve had too much to drink.” She mumbles to herself.

And just like that, she gets into her car and drives away, not remembering a thing.

Dawn

Dawn is my little sister. When I was 11 and she was just a tiny baby, I hurt her really badly. I didn’t know what I did was going to cause so much trouble. I just wanted to do something nice. Something that would make us happy.

My parents made me go away for a long time. I didn’t understand why everyone was so angry. I missed my sister terribly. Even worse, I felt betrayed by the people I’d expected to understand me.

After six years of hospitalization, I got to see her again. My parents had passed away in a car accident while I was gone and I went to live with my aunt and uncle. Both were psychologists. Both understood the problem I apparently had. Still, they believed I’d learned to cope with it over the course of my rehabilitation. And they were right. I would never hurt anyone again. The mere thought of it was abhorrent.

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“Coronation” Part Fifteen

Summary: She was the Queen of Sokovia, and he was the future king of Romania. Their relationship was full of hate towards one another, but will it change when his heart gets broken by a traitor to both of your powerful countries?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Angst, snakes, fluff?

Word Count: 1246

A/N: We are closing in on the end! I really dont like this chapter. I’m blocked again with this series, but we will see. Let me know if you want to be moved to my permanent tag list 

Coronation Series


The pain was excruciating. Knives were dragged across her sensitive skin. Her mouth was gagged with old rags and the metal restraints were tightened even more. She couldn’t feel her extremities. She could feel the ghost of sleep taking over her when another knife dug at her marred flesh.

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blackout | chanyeol (pt.2)

‘’I hope I will see you on Saturday, Y/N. I wasn’t starring at you all the time for nothing ;)’’ 

admin: s.                                                                                                                 genre:  angst, fluff, smut (next part), university student! chanyeol au, fuckboy! chanyeol au

pt.1 

Originally posted by baekhyunsama

The incident from a few days ago still bothered you. You hadn’t seen Chanyeol since then, but a couple of times you noticed several of the other boys watching and talking about you. At least, it seemed and felt that way. But you’ve always been paranoid. It could have been a figment of your imagination. 

You walked through the vast corridors of your university, alone this time. Jisoo was ill, and was forced to stay in bed for at least a week. You were rather independent, so you didn’t really cared. 

Looking at your wrist watch, you saw you had ten minutes left until your chemistry lesson. The only lesson wherein every boy of that idiotic group was also in. Now you really missed Jisoo. 

Suddenly you heard a piercing laugh, knowing exactly who it belonged to the moment it fell upon your ears. You stopped walking, closed your eyes, and tried to ignore whoever would imminently walk past you. 

After you opened your eyes again, you almost screamed. A few centimetres away from you was Oh Sehun. The person who the laugh belonged to, and one of the people you hated the most. 

Clenching your fist, you stared at him angrily. ‘’What was that for?! Move, or else I’ll make you move,’’ you said firmly, trying desperately to relax your tense body. 

Sehun smirked, and started walking backwards, still staying infront of you. ‘’I’m moving,’’ he said, looking at you challengingly. 

You rolled your eyes, and started walking again. Trying to avoid Sehun’s piercing eyes (which were still on you), you watched your surroundings. Not to your luck, in a matter of seconds, on both of your sides were two new faces named Byun Baekhyun and Kim Jongdae, smiling at you like little maniacs.

Sighing, you looked up, trying to ignore the three faces which were looking at you and definitely trying to get a funny reaction out of you. But oh, not today boys. 

‘‘Y/N did someone say that this new hairstyle suits you pretty well?’‘ you heard Jongdae beside you.

Putting on your best fake smile you turned to him. ‘’Other then that my hair is longer, I changed nothing to last semester, but thanks for trying.’‘

Baekhyun and Sehun chuckled. Sehun also had finally joined Baekhyun to walk on your right side, which made it possible for you to comfortably stare infront of you without seeing someones face you wished to rip off.

Most people would wonder why you hated them so much, but they were your typical university fuckboys and you had a strong allergy against fuckboys. Also, Jongdae had tried to get close to one of your close friends once and eventually took her virginity, only to let her fall down like a hot potato. 

Before you reached the door of the lab where your chemistry lesson was held, you heard a deliberate cough. You turned to where the sound came from, and found Baekhyun standing outside the classroom. 

You furrowed your brows and looked at him questioning. Your eyes giving off a pretty intimidating aura as you stared at him. ‘’What?’’ you spat. You knew exactly who he adressed with that cough of his.

Baekhyun chuckled upon your passive-agressive behaviour. He was used to it though - it made you even more interesting and hot in his eyes. For him and the others, you were something everyone wanted but no-one could get. It even made you more valued to them. You weren’t one of the other girls they didn’t care about and just used to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling down in their pants. Maybe Chanyeol had a chance with you…

‘‘Wow, I love you too Y/N, but next time be a bit more friendly with Daddy, okay?’‘ he said while biting his lip and looking your body up and down.

You couldn’t help but feel satisfied with yourself, the way he looked at you. He knew he couldn’t have you and you were proud because of it. You weren’t that easy. You at least thought so.

‘‘Anyway,’‘ he continued. ‘‘We are going to throw a party in our dorm this Saturday. You know, as a little welcome back thing. And we count on you to come. Jisoo of course, too.’‘

Looking at him now, more bewildered than annoyed, you started laughing saractically, opening the door to the lab and continuning your walk to your regular seat.

The others watched after you. A bit both of disappointment and annoyement because of your stubbornness written in their face. However, before you could see your professor entering the lab, you noticed Jongdae standing beside your table.

‘‘Chanyeol is also going to come. If you change your mind the party is starting at 8pm in our dorm. I’m sure you still know where it’s located, right?’‘ He smiled before he went to his regular seat. You couldn’t tell if it was a genuine smile or not.

You looked after him and immidiantly your eyes landed on Chanyeol, his surprisingly finding yours right after. He was sitting in the middle of the boys, on either his side Jongin and Baekhyun. Somehow your heart jumped abit. You hadn’t seen him in a long time.



‘‘Y/N! Of course we’re going to this fucking party! If you don’t want to do it for yourself, do it for me! I need some distraction. It’s not even been a month back at uni and I’m already out of energy,’‘ Jisoo pleaded for the hundredth time since you told her what happened today. 

You chuckled, sitting down on the edge of your bed. Jisoo was furiously walking around in your room, hissing everytime she hit her toes on your mountain of books laying around on the floor. ‘’You’re ill and supposed to stay at home, Jisoo.’’

The girl in your room sighed and stopped infront of you. You looked up, taking in the sight of a even more furious Jisoo. ‘’Ill? The second you mentioned this party I was not ill anymore. This is the medication I need. Please, Y/N, for the sake of my precious young adult life, go with me to this party!’’

Sighing, you removed your T-shirt leaving you in your black bra. ‘’What am I even supposed to do there while you’re drunk and throwing yourself on a random guy? You know I usually don’t drink.’’

Jisoo walked to your dresser, taking out one of your big shirts she knew you always wore at home. Giving it to you, she sat down next to you, falling back in your mattress. ‘’I do know you don’t usually drink. Usually. But, I mean, you said Chanyeol is going to be there, and I saw the stares you were giving each other. I can basically hear your V screaming for his D.’’

You stared back at her, giving her a light punch in the stomach. Standing up, you sighed. ‘’Fine. But not because of the thing you just said - I don’t even want to repeat it. I’m going because obviously you’re not stopping until I’ll say yes.’’ 

Jumping up and startling you a little bit, Jisoo fell around your throat, basically squeazing you to death. ’’Thank you, Y/N. I owe you one.’’ She smiled, before jumping out of your room like a little kid.

It wasn’t that you weren’t excited for Saturday - you just didn’t know what to expect. The last time you were at a party, it didn’t end well. But Jisoo was right. You were still young adults in their university lives. You needed something to distract yourself from the constant pressure of exams and professors wanting the best grades from you.

Sucking in your cheeks, you sat infront of your laptop, only to be startled by your phone’s ringtone, signalling you got a message. Opening the chat, you furrowed your brows. You couldn’t recognize who it was, since their number wasn’t saved in your phone.

You read the message and immidiantly you started to feel hot and you could tell your cheeks were getting flushed with blood. The message repeating itself over and over in your head. Now you definitely knew from who it was from.

‘’I hope I will see you on Saturday, Y/N. I wasn’t starring at you all the time for nothing ;)’’


Okay guys here’s part two. I know part two is not that long than it actually used to be but I decided to squeeze the party in part 3 together with the smut instead of including the party in this part. Anyway, I hope you still like it though. Love you alot~

- admin s.  ❤

Special tag: @fuckmeupexo

Ice Cream Mishap

Prompt: "I work at an ice cream stand and you came up and got some ice cream except you didn’t realize that rocky road has nuts in it which you’re apparently allergic to???? so now i’m dragging your sorry ass to the hospital all bc you don’t know your ice cream flavors.“ Modern AU.

Word Count: 1,998.

A/N: Came upon this prompt on here, and you best believe I had to write something based off of it. Hope you enjoy!

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In This World
And The Next
And All The Ones Before

1•

“Why did you come here?” Nesta asked as he placed his head in her lap. There were a million other places he could’ve gone. Either of his brother’s, his best friend who thought she was stuck-up… And yet, he showed up at her door past midnight with a request.

“Hold me,” he had asked her, leading her to the couch he had once made fun of for being purely decorative and unreasonably stiff. He was stone cold sober, she could tell, and wasn’t sure whether to be surprised or concerned that that couldn’t be his excuse to have appeared at such an ungodly hour. Especially after not hearing from him for over a week.

“I couldn’t stay away,” he murmured. “I know you don’t mind.” He boldly and correctly assumed, then noted, “You’re wearing my shirt.” The one he had dropped off at her office when she felt like she was suffocating in her tight blouse. It was his favorite shirt, but he thought it looked better on her anyway.

“So what if I am?” She was wearing the watch he had given her, too. It was nothing too fancy, but he had grown tired of her losing track of time and using “no watch” as an excuse when she showed up late to dinner and apologized with a kiss. He never minded the apology kisses, though.

“And you’re about to run your fingers through my hair because I’m so irresistible to you.” He teased, but she could hear the exhaustion that coated his already husky voice.

Cassian had found her and it took a lot of courage and pride-swallowing to do it. No one ever cared enough to do that for her. No one.

Tentatively, Nesta placed her hand on his back as he made himself at home on her thighs.

2•

Nesta ran her fingers through his thick ebony locks. Though still long, he had cut it since she saw him last. As though he had freshened up just for her.

Again, she felt like utter shit for yelling at him, saying that he was both scared or incapable of change of any kind. She didn’t want him to change. Not his personality, not his appearance, not his life, not his friends nor his job. Cassian was the best thing she ever had.

She thought herself a hypocrite… Cassian had come into her life- or more accurately she into his- And what? Showed her what honor was? Reminded her of how suffocating her life in the town is? How much potential she has in life…and love? He shook her, woke her up.

Cassian was an old soul, but it was Nesta who truly didn’t like change.

In her experience, change was bad. Change meant her mother dying. Change meant her father losing their money before joining her mother in death. Change meant her baby sister resenting her and fighting with her.

Change…

Change with Cassian meant warmth…unconditional warmth. This was unfamiliar territory.

“What are you doing awake?” He relaxed his body, nearly purring at the affection she was giving him. “Your lights were on.”

She didn’t want to lie. She didn’t want to snap. Not when she had shown that he could be vulnerable with her- in his way. “I missed you.” Truth, as she had barely slept since their fight. “I was writing about it.”

“About me?” His belly rumbled with a laugh for a moment. He quickly became serious, not wanting to ruin the moment. “I missed you too, Nes. I drive past here every day when I take the logs to town… I park at the end of your drive before convincing myself that you don’t want to see me.”

3•

Nesta’s hand slid down his back as she leaned down to kiss his shoulder and inhale the pine scent she had so desperately missed. “I did want to see you,” she whispered. “I always want to see you. Even when I’m mad. Even when I’m sad. Especially then.”

“I’ll keep that in mind next time I lose my patience and let you walk out the door.” He meant it. She knew he meant it. In a small voice he asked, “Can we be okay now, Nes?”

In an equally quiet voice she whispered, “I’d like that.” More than anything she wanted him, wanted them. Wanted their present and future.

4•

It only felt natural when Nesta folded herself onto him, covering his body with her own. As if they had done it in a million worlds before, and she hoped they would in the next million.

Silently, she thought of why and how she had fallen in love with him…

He challenged her, though was never condescending. And he let her challenge him without running away scared. People always thought she was a bitch…maybe she was… But he would ride out a conversation with her till the very end.

When they first met, they thought they could hardly stand one another. She secretly liked that he didn't​ treat her like glass. Like she was worth the breath it took to volley an argument or discussion. No matter how angry, he always listened to her, always saw her.

On the anniversary of her broken engagement and one of the worst nights of her life, she had gone out alone and got utterly shitfaced and was unable to reach a cab service.
She didn’t want Feyre to know or Elain to be worried, and she didn’t have much in the way of friends, so she called him. The person whose opinion she thought she didn’t care for…
Staggering out of the bar, he picked her up and carried her to his truck. Didn’t even complain when they pulled over twice so she could vomit.
That was the first night he stayed over. He got the vomit out of her hair and braided it back before tucking her into bed. He slept on the sofa and left her an omelette and smoothie in the fridge before sneaking out, writing her a note with his home number to call in case she needed or wanted a decent drinking buddy, and that she wouldn’t have to go to some dive that scared even him.

On their first date, he held his hand out for her to take. “In case you get nervous,” he said as she interlaced her fingers with his. “You can hold onto me and hide your face in my chest, too if you get scared.” She did get scared, but he didn’t push it. Though he didn’t have the decency to hide his smug grin when she yelped and clutched his bicep during the big jump-scare scene.
She surprised him by later admitting, “I knew I was safe the whole time.”
He raised an eyebrow, “Because of me? I’m flattered, sweetheart.”
“Because of me, actually.“ She played with the buttons of her coat. “Rules of horror.”
He stopped in his tracks and folded his arms. “I’m not following.”
She felt safe with him, and wanted to let him in. But she wasn't​ used to being vulnerable, so she closed her eyes when she uttered, “I’m a virgin.”
Eyes still closed, Nesta heard Cassian’s soft intake of breath before she felt him.
He put his hands on her shoulders and whispered, “That’s okay.” She opened her eyes and couldn’t stop herself from hugging him. The smug bastard, ex-fighter, lumberjack with a heart of gold. He assured her that there was no shame in her sexual status. “Promise to shield me? I’m definitely not a virgin and I’m not white, so my life expectancy is fucking abysmal. Plus, I probably make too many jokes.“ He shrugged. “I’d outlive Rhys, though, which is a consolation…”
She laughed at him. He made her laugh. She never laughed before him. Not like this, not genuinely.

He made her laugh harder than she ever had before when he karaoked, “I’m the Only One,” by Melissa Etheridge to cheer her up after a long work week. His shamelessness and big heart were the most attractive qualities about this ruggedly handsome man.

When all the trees had been sold because she waited last minute, she went home to find him waiting at her door with the most beautiful Christmas tree she had ever seen in her life. He helped her put the star on top and made his famous eggnog while she baked the only thing she knew how: chocolate gingerbread cookies.

When she needed to talk, he would drive. Even in the middle of the night. Driving until she was ready to open up.
One night he drove to the cliffs just outside of town and they got out. Sobbing and slamming her fists at his chest, she recounted something she never told anyone.
She and Elain had been kidnapped. They had been saved, but not after they had nearly drowned.
A year later, he found them again. Elain stabbed him on sight. Nesta, not wanting her sister to have blood on her hands, finished the job so he could never hurt them or anyone else again.
Screaming in anguish, he held her close. Reminding her that nothing could harm her here, with him. She asked if he was scared of her and he told her he wasn’t, he never could be. He took her hand and placed it on his heart, vowing to protect her and those she loves until his heart stopped beating.
She kissed him that night and she hadn’t been able to stop since.

They took it fast. They took it slow.
She knew he wanted to have sex with her from the first moment they had been introduced. Cassian was passionate, and he let that passion flow into any aspect of their relationship that he could.
For her birthday, he had half-jokingly offered to go down on her. She dragged him away from the party and to his room, telling him that they could both give birthday spankings… They did. Cassian thoroughly enjoyed getting spanked by his birthday girl.
When she lifted her skirt up and removed her underwear she hoped he wouldn’t notice the few and small opalescent marks above her knee, on her inner thigh. But he did. Of course he did. He noticed everything.
“That’s what happens when your adolescent growth spurt mercilessly hits you like a ton of bricks,” she said as he used the tip of his fingers to graze the slight dips in her otherwise perfect skin.
He tried and failed to imagine a time in which Nesta was gangly or awkward, so he pressed his lips on each of the marks before hitching her legs over his shoulders.
And he went down on her. Making sure she was comfortable before he quickly darted his tongue on her bundle of nerves. It was amazing, and she wanted more. So he gave her more. Inserting two fingers and massaging her insides slowly, dragging the tips along the ceiling of her temple.
When he finished her off, she moaned his name and nearly ripped his hair out.
Before rejoining the party, he held her until she stopped shaking. Whispering phrases in Spanish that she didn’t find out the meaning of until much later…
“Eso fue hermoso. Eres hermosa…”
“Eres incluso más dulce de lo que imaginé. Como la miel…”
“Si me lo pidieras, enviaría a todos a casa y te lamería toda la noche.”

Sighing aloud, she continued reminiscing on the reasons she loved him, then and now. Right now it was because he was warming her heart and body with his own.

Unbeknownst to Nesta, Cassian was also thinking of the reasons why he loved her, why he couldn’t stay away.

Nesta was as tenacious as she was magnificent. Quick witted and scrappy. He knew many fantastic women, but Nesta was on a completely different level.

He could be all of the sides of himself with her. It terrified him, to be like an exposed nerve, but he knew Nesta would settle for no less and would not open up otherwise. Nor should she, after all she had been put through in her life. He could be happy with her. He could let his weaknesses be known. He could talk with her when he needed to, or be quiet and contemplative.

He talked about his childhood. His early childhood. He said he was likely “smuggled over the border with bricks of cocaine” and tossed away. Rhys’s mother fostered him, though he didn’t make it easy on them, and then legally adopted him. A few years later, Azriel showed up and everything changed. He never forgot the kindness and generosity she showed him. He mourned her and Rhys’s sister every day and never again wanted to take for granted any good thing that came into his life.
He counted Nesta on the list of good things.

When he hugged her, even in public, she would let him hold her for as long as he wanted. What a sight they must be, he thought, the prim postured princess and the grass stained flannel and bomber jacket clad behemoth with permanently dirt crusted boots.
Goodie Two-Shoes and The Filthy Beast.

He thought about the time he helped her move out of her shithole and into this new place…

He found a box of old CD’s. He couldn’t help himself pulling out a worn copy of “From Under the Cork Tree” and waving it in her face, her eyes bulging.
“Those are a friend’s.” Nesta flinched at her transparent lie. “I don’t even know how they ended up here.”
“Hmm..” Cassian tapped the CD case and bellowed off-key, “CUT MY LIFE INTO PIECES! THIS IS MY-”
He was cut off by Nesta screeching and fighting to cover his mouth. “THAT SONG ISN’T EVEN BY THEM, YOU UNCULTURED MOUNTAIN MAN!”
Throwing his head back, he howled with laughter as she crossed her arms and asked, “So, Mr. Rompe Will Be My Wedding Song, how do you even know this music?”
“Well, Miss Season Six Buffy Was My Aesthetic,” his eyes gleamed with amusement. “Little sunshine Amren went through an emo phase in her youth as well.” Nesta wasn’t terribly surprised at all by that reveal, but bit her cheek to keep from smiling.
“Do you have mix CDs? What was your profile song? I know you had one.” This was just too good to be true. His mind reeled as he gave a lopsided grin.
“Yes and get over it. I’ll never tell.” Nesta surprised him. She was constantly surprising him. He loved that. He loved her.
He looked at her in a way in which his hazel eyes said, “I love you. I am so in love with you. I am yours and you are mine, and we both know it.” Tilting her chin up with his forefinger and thumb, he kissed her. Slow and steady, but sinking into her completely.
They had passionately kissed before, they had hungrily made out whilst groping each other. When she had gotten comfortable enough, she asked to see his cock that she had raised and made throb. With her permission, he guided her soft hand to it. Experimentally, she pumped it once…twice…It was her first time and she wanted to do it properly for him, so he instructed her through the beginnings…“Lick your thumb and rub it on the tip…FUCK!…Good girl…Tighter!…That’s it…” He hadn’t expected her to finish him and definitely didn’t expect it when she didn’t pull her hand away in disgust as he spilled onto his jeans.
This sort of kissing, the kind they did right there in her emptied house she was soon to be free of, a different kind of electricity sparked when their tongues danced and she pulled herself closer to him by reaching under his shirt to his warm back and fisting the collar of his paint splattered t-shirt.
Toying with the waistband of her skirt for a moment, he proceeded to squeeze her ass with his permanently calloused hands.
They both moaned into each other’s mouths before Nesta broke away. Wiping her mouth and fixing her shirt so that it wasn’t so obvious as to how erect her nipples were, she said, “So are you going to help me move these boxes, or are those tree trunk thick arms of yours just for show?”
Cassian wanted so badly to pick up the bait, but he didn’t. “Sweetheart, I could load all these boxes up within five minutes and still have the strength and stamina to carry you to the truck. Then unload everything without breaking a sweat.“
Though he did accomplish the tasks within the time limits he set for himself, he did break a sweat. Not that Nesta minded.
After unloading the last of the boxes, Nesta led him to the mattress that she had yet to find a frame or box spring for, and slowly removed all her clothing. Then she removed his, kissing each of his tattoos as they became uncovered. Taking his hands in her own with complete trust in her eyes, she laid them down on the bed together.
That night, they christened her new home. It was her first time and she loved that it was with him. He felt honored to be the one she chose. As cliche as it was, they exchanged “I love you’s” before, during, and after.

Nesta had trusted him that night. And again she put her trust in him tonight. One of the many things he loved about her.

Their relationship was constantly evolving and he wanted it to evolve again, so he took a chance. “Move in with me, Nes.”

Not a second later, she responded. “Yes.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“Take me to bed soon?”

“Yes.”

“Love me?”

Again, she kissed his shoulder blade- his “wings”- and assured him, “In this world and the next, sweetheart. And all the ones before.”

The police told me there was nothing down there. I know they’re lying.

(This story is very very long, be warned.)

I never wanted to be a mother. A child happened to me, I didn’t ask for it.

After you’ve had a child, you never get peace and quiet. I don’t mean that in a resentful way, just a fact. There’s the crying phase, the screaming phase, the yelling phase, the “NO!” phase, et cetera. And you never get time. You don’t have time for hobbies and distractions. Raising a child is two full-time jobs.

It’s not that I didn’t try to do everything I could for him. It’s not that I didn’t try and be a good parent. I did, I gave it everything I had. But deep down, I think he could tell that I didn’t want him. Kids know.

I had a part time job. I didn’t get paid very well, but it was enough. It was just office work, nothing exciting. My sister would look after him when I wasn’t around. I didn’t really have the money for daycare.

I knew that things weren’t working out like they should have. And I did what any self-respecting human being would do - I bought a book. I’d always heard that you should read to your child every night, and that doing so would make them smart and well-adjusted. Well, I had nothing to lose.

I’m not really an Amazon person, so I paid a visit to my local bookstore - a dark, slightly grubby independent place that shuns all but the most obsessive of bookworms. Standing in the narrow, dimly-lit aisles, surrounded by towering bookshelves jammed with volumes at every angle, I wondered, briefly - what do people normally buy for their kids?

The Very Hungry Caterpillar?

He was a bit old for that. Besides, I think that’s one of those books that parents buy because they think it’s kitschy, not because their kids will actually enjoy it.

Amongst the slightly destroyed second-hand Roald Dahl books and Dr. Seuss anthologies, I found a book that stuck out. It was old, and bound in what looked like real leather, but it was in surprisingly good shape. It wasn’t too long, but it proclaimed its suitability for for children aged 4-6 (he was five). It was called ‘The Trap Door’. No author, no other details. I picked it up and skimmed through the first few pages, and it seemed an ideal fit. It was written in an irregular rhyming meter, and it was festooned with colourful, scratchy illustrations that depicted a boy strikingly similar to my son. The picture was already forming in my head - we’d read it, we’d bond, and we’d smooth over the cracks.

I know it was just a book, but for the first time in my life, I realized I was excited to spend time with my son.

That night, after I’d tucked him into bed, I sat down on his shark duvet (he liked sharks), and I sprang the book upon him.

Once, long ago and far away

There lived a boy of five or so

With a rounded face and hair like hay

And a mind that yearned to learn and grow

The boy lived in a mud-flecked land

Of rolling hills and sheep and styles,

And brooks and trees and miles and miles

Of hinterlands and ranch hands

Long ago there was a war,

Of petty kings and border-lords

The earth did drink the blood of those

Who died for honor or a rose

The boy was happy as could be,

In the cottage on the hill

His mother his only company,

Who loved that boy with all her will

It’s challenging material for a five-year old. But it was educational, it was stimulating. I had only a faint idea of what the war of the roses was actually about, but I did a good job of pretending that I did.

We said our i-love-yous and I closed the door. Things were going to be okay.


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Half Asgardian pt.2!

A/N: Ummm holy shit you guys. You guys are the best. I loved all the good feed back I got from part one. Honestly I wasn’t expecting to get as many notes as it did.Like literally I had a smile on my face all day because holy fuck over 250+ notes in less than a day.Also OMFG close to 100 followers? Should I do something special? Do you guys want anything??? I know its just 100, but like I am so appreciative of you guys and your love that I kinda wanna do something? All of you are so nice and I love writing for you guys! Here is part 2 my lovelies!!!!

Warnings: Fluff, possible angst, cursing

Word Count: 6.5k+

I woke up in my bed and my head was foggy. My body felt dull. I literally had to roll out of bed because my limbs were not working normally and I hit the floor with a thud.

“uggggggggghhhhhhh.”

“What was that? Are you ok?” Tony came rushing into the room.

“I’m good. I’m just on the floor contemplating my life’s decisions.” I said rolling over to where I could see him.

“What were you thinking?Having Thor send lightening through you?”

“I thought maybe……. I had super abilities that were dormant. I don’t know what I was thinking I just wanted to be special like the rest of the Avengers.”

“Y/n are my daughter you’re already more special then all of them. You already have super abilities. Look at how smart you are? Look what you can create and what you did create for Rhodey. I didn’t know you did it til I asked him about it. I don’t have super powers. I’m just smart.”

“You have a suit.”

“That I built because I’m smart.”

“So does that mean I can build a suit?” 

“Hell no. You are a small child. You aren’t going to be fighting anyone and if you do, I will know about it and I will ground you.” 

“Awwww you’re no fun.” I told him.

“Heyy! I am the definition of fun.”

“Surrrreeee…”

“Come on kiddo get up Steve is going on a breakfast run.” He said helping me up.

We walked out of the room and were ambushed by the rest of the Avengers.

“Is she alright?”

“Does she need anything?”

“What does she want for breakfast?”

“Guys I’m ok really.” I told them rubbing my eyes of sleep.

“Alright you guys disperse. Y/n you should tell Steve what you want so he can go get it.”

“Honestly Steve anything you can find that’s sugary. Donuts, pastries, anything.”

Everyone started to lounge around and started to watch the T.V. I went to get some ice tea from the fridge when I heard thumps. I turned around and Peter knocked me over in a hug so we both lay flat on the floor. “Peter!”

“Sorry!” He muffled getting up a little but still hugging me.

“It wasn’t like I was going to die Peter.”

“No, but you scared me. You got struck by lightening for Thor’s sake.”

I giggled then hugged him tighter. “Don’t worry about it I’m ok.”


Time skip:About a week later.

“Pepper did you hear that?” I asked her. We stayed silent. There was another rumble.

“Y/n….. we need to move…” She whispered quietly and we both stood up from the couch.

“Mr.Stark has asked that you two move to a safer location as quickly as possible.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. said rather loud and there was another rumble. Pepper and I ran out of my room and peaked into the main room. Coast was clear. We walked out and Pepper ran to grab the gun that was under the island in the kitchen and the door busted down. I froze. 

It was a group of guys with big machine guns. The one in front had a buzz cut and sunglasses and lowered his machine gun to my level.

“Hello.” He said smiling.The machine gun rang off and I screamed as loud as I could and was ready to feel bullets tear through my body. 

The feeling never came. I had closed my eyes and opened them only when the noise stopped. The bullets were right in front of me. As in front of my face in front of me.

“What the fuck?” The guy said and I ran grabbing Pepper from the kitchen and dragged her downstairs to where we could find a car.

“WHAT WAS THAT?” Pepper asked as we ran down the stairs and up to one of Tony’s cars.

“I don’t know. Here give me the gun.” I told her as she got into the driver’s seat. 

“Do you even know how to fire one of those things?” She asked pulling out of the parking spot as those guys came downstairs firing their guns. 

“Drive” I told her popping my head out of the sun roof and shot one of them in the stomach.

“WHERE DID YO-HOW DID LEARN HOW TO FIRE A GUN?” Pepper asked as she drove frantically out of the building.

“I wanted to be a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent remember?” I told her sitting back down in my seat and put on the seat belt. “Put your seat belt on.”

The guys from the building pulled up next to us.

“Where do you think you ladies are going?”

“FUck.” I said and pulled the lever on Pepper’s chair that made her recline backwards as I ducked. Glass shattered and fell over us and the car started to swerve.

“Trade me seats.”

“What are you doing you don’t know how to drive?!” She told me as I crawled over and she traded seats.

“Um I know now isn’t the best time to tell you, but I sometimes take the cars out in the middle of the night.” I said and floored the gas and started to weave in and out of the cars on the street.

Pepper held onto the seat as I sped up.

I looked and saw that we had lost them.

“So where do you wanna go?” I asked her.

“Are you sure we lost them?”She asked.

“Ladies, Mr. Stark has requested that each of you put these radios in your ear.” F.R.I.D.A.Y said and a compartment popped open with little ear pieces.

“Sup Dad?” I asked driving.

“Hi you guys still have bad guys on you’re tail. Pepper you need to lose them.”

“Oh I’m not driving your daughter is.”

“Who taught you how to drive?More importantly Pepper why are you letting her drive?”

“She says she takes it out during the night?”

“How? She’d have to get past me? Ok not the point those guys are still on your tail.”

“Well than why don’t you guys get them off our tail? Why are they after us anyway?”

“We don’t know.”

“You guys are amazing.” I told him. The thugs pulled up next to us again and started to bump us scratching the car. The traffic came to a complete stop and we both rear ended the cars in front of us.

“Pepper where is the gun?” I asked and she went down to grab it from the floor when the glass on my window shattered. The door opened and I was dragged out kicking and screaming. I was thrown on the ground and the thug that grabbed me was now aiming a gun at me. There was a gun shot, but it wasn’t him who fired, it was Pepper.

“Are you ok?” Pepper asked getting out of the car.

“Yea I’m ok.” 

We started to jog away from our car and tried avoiding getting hit by the other people trying to leave as well. All hell was breaking loose.

We were almost at the edge of the bridge when i felt myself being lifted off the ground. I saw the ground get smaller and Pepper yelling.

My heart pounded harder as we got higher up. All of a sudden I was dropped onto concrete again.I stood on top of the Brooklyn Bridge.The air was colder up here. 

“We’re up pretty high. I wouldn’t suggest looking down.” I turn around and someone with a suit similar to Iron-man’s and War Machine.

“Who the hell are you?”

“Nobody of importance.” He held up his hand and tried to blast me. I jumped and moved my arms to block my body. A force appeared in front of me shielding me. There was a searing hot pain through my hands. I held them close to my body and black marks appeared on my skin. What the hell. I heard the charge of his suit for another blast.

“Dude you and your guys have seriously pissed me off tonight.” I said running towards him and kicked his legs out from underneath him. I quickly looked for a way into the suit. He started to move and I jumped onto him. There had to be someway to get in. Even on dad’s suit there is a way to get in from the outside. He tried to fly, but I grabbed the neck of the suit and pulled him down before he got very far. 

“Stop moving so I can fuck up your suit.” I told him as he started to swing at me.

My hands seared with pain again as I dodged a hit and only to be put in a choke hold.

“Now you little brat.Time to end this.” There was a crack and his body went slack behind me. I turned around and the suit laid there not moving.

“Dude are you dead or unconscious?”

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT???” Rhodey asked/yelled over the radio.

“What? Are you guys ok? I’m on top of the bridge and kind need help down.”

“That big lightening strike was you?” 

“Lightening? I didn’t see anything? Can one of you guys come get me please?” There was no reply. Did I really just take him out with lightening? WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOING ON? WHY ARE THERE SCORCH MARKS ON MY HANDS??? I just wanted to have a movie night with Pepper, but nooooo. Stupid ass trash can had to go and start shit. I sat down and started to look at the suit the guy was wearing again.

There was a whizzing noise and one of the guys from earlier had a jet pack on and was now in front of me.

“Y/n don’t move. One of us is coming to get you.” Tony said in the little radio in my ear. I looked around for a sign of any of the Avengers with no luck and the main thug was in front of me with his knife out and ready.

“Where are you gonna go little girl?” He asked walking towards me and I looked over the side of the bridge.

“Seriously? I just took down you’re boss and you’re threatening me? Just how stupid are you?” I asked.

“Very.” He said running towards me.

“Guys….?!” The thug tackled me. I reached out for something to grab to prevent me from falling and ended up having my arm scrape against whatever I hit. Soon we were both falling off the top of the bridge. I heard screaming and wasn’t sure if it was my own or the people on the bridge. I flipped him over so he would take full impact of landing in the water.

The cold rushed over me and stung my skin. It was so dark I couldn’t tell which way was the surface and which way was down until I felt the water pressure get heavy. Something was around my leg dragging me down. I kicked and punched until I was able to resurface.

“Fu…..ck-k.” I started to shiver. I didn’t see any of the Avengers so I started swimming to what appeared to be the closest land mass. I was swimming for a good 10 minutes before I felt myself being dragged from the water and into the air. 

“Gotchya. Why didn’t you answer your radio?”

“You guys weren’t even talking. Half the time when I said something there was no reply!” I said as Peter pulled me onto the bridge with his web. He helped me over the railing on the bridge and I could barely stand normal with how cold it was.

“Come on we need to go back to the tower and get you fixed up.” He said wrapping and arm around me and I put my arms around his neck as we swung off of the bridge.

I gripped onto Peter tightly. “P-Pleas-se d-don’t dr..op me.” I closed my eyes shivering as the cold air hit my already cold body. My whole body tensed everytime Peter swung to a different building.

“Hey I won’t drop you. You’re safe.” We soon landed at the tower and Peter rushed me inside. His arm never left my body and I was stumbling over my feet. I hit the button on the elevator to where we were staying. I looked down and drops of blood were pooling at my feet. Great.

“We can get you a change of clothes and then to the medical bay a few floors down.” Peter said when the elevator door opened. He tried leading me to my room, but I pulled him to the kitchen and grabbed the medical kit. I noticed a pair of Nat’s gloves on the counter and pulled them on.

“What are you doing?” He asked looking worried and frantic.

“Just…. watch.” I told him taking my little invention out of the kit. I shook the bottle and sprayed it where I was bleeding. I winced at the pain but the blood started to clot then heal.

“Whoa. What is that?”

“L-little inv-vent..ion of m-mine.” I told him shivering “I-I need a h-hot show-wer.” I said trying to walk past him, but he wrapped his arms around me.

“W-what…?”

“You can’t switch temperatures that fast or your body will go into shock.” He told me and his body heat felt good so I hugged him tighter.

“Is she ok Peter?” I heard over the little radio.

“Yea she just needs to rest.”

“Is anyone else hurt?” I asked

“Nat got a bullet that grazed her leg and Sam probably has a broken rib now. We’re coming home.”

“If I’m not awake to do it then take the spray that’s on the island and put on Nat’s leg and in Sam’s mouth.” I told them.

“How are you feeling?” Peter asked resting his head on mine.

“Better. I’m still soaked tho.”

“Well go take a shower and get something warm on then come back out here.” He told me slowly releasing me from the hug. I was upset that his warmth left me, but I went to go take a hot shower and returned to the main room where the Avengers had reappeared and Peter had set up a movie with blankets and pillows.

“Is this the new spray you were working on?” Tony asked.

“Yea. It fixes broken bones, stops bleeding, cleans up the wound, etc. It just doesn’t do super big stuff like a broken neck or a chunk of body missing.” I told him as Nat sprayed her leg and it healed up.

“Nuh uh. Nope. I’m not spraying some mysterious in me.” Sam said holding his ribs. I walked over to him and took the spray.

“Hey Nat….” I said and she pinched his neck making him scream and I sprayed the bottle inside his mouth.

He started coughing “THAT’S NASTY!!!”

“But do you feel better?” I asked.

“Yea. Taste like someone tried to cook trash.” I giggled. 

“You’re ok right? No head injuries, no anything right?” Tony asked putting his hands on my shoulders checking for any sign of injury.

“Nope.”

“You wanna explain what happened???” He asked.

“Tomorrow? I wanna hang out with Peter…..”

“Y/n….”

“Dadddddd…….”

He sighed. “Don’t stay up too late. You’ve had a long day and we’re going to have a long day tomorrow. We gotta keep your face out of the papers so you can keep going to school.” He said hugging me goodnight. The Avengers disperesed and I sat down in the nest Peter set up.

“Waaaaiittt I made hot chocolate. Its still in the microwave.” He stood up and I sprawled out over the couch taking up all the room.

“Ok I’m ba- hey! Move over y/n/n.” I sat up and he handed me the hot chocolate.

“So what movie are we watching? Star Wars?” I asked him.

“Possibly…..” He said with a grin on his face.

We finished our hot chocolate and we were half way through the movie when I started to feel sleepy. My legs were tangled with Peter’s and we had our arms around each other at this point. Peter started playing with my hair and it wasn’t long before I fell asleep.

Y/n.

I looked around and there was no one around. Where was I? I walked around in the big building. The architecture was so intricate and beautiful. I looked out the window and there was a big city. I kept wandering through the rooms and stumbled across a metal cage with an strange animal inside.

“Stay with someone at all times. You hear me? They’re waiting for you to be alone.” It was mom’s voice.

I shot up accidentally waking Peter up.

“Is everything ok?” He asked.

“Yea. I’ll be back.”

“No where are you going what’s wrong?” He asked pulling me back to his chest.

“Peter I promise I’m ok. I just got to check on something?”

“Y/n.” I looked up and saw Wanda.

“Stay here. I’ll be back in a little bit. Go back to sleep.” I said easing myself off of him. I walked over to Wanda and she took my arm and led me to the elevator.

“You woke me up.” She finally said.

“I was sleeping how did I wake you up?”

“You’re thoughts were very loud. It was like you were screaming.”

“Is that why you’re up here?” I asked her as the elevator door opened and we walked to her room.

“What was that place? In your dream?”

“I don’t know.”

“Was that your mother’s voice? The Asgardian?”

“Yes. That dream….. it was strange.”

“Do me a favor and do as it says, I mean by not being alone. Especially after last night. What happened last night with the lightening strike?”

I pulled off the gloves that I had kept on over night. The marks were still there and she gasped when she saw them.

“Does it hurt?” She asked taking my hands in hers.

“No, but when they were forming it burned like hell. No one else knows yet.”

“Maybe you should talk to Thor about it. It could be about your heritage.”

“Do you know if he’s up?”

“No, but I’m sure he wont mind if you wake him.” She said and walked with me down the hall. 

“What are you doing up this early kiddo?” I turned around and hid my hands behind my back.

“I was just talking with Wanda. Why aren’t you in bed?”

“Why are you acting suspicious and hiding your hands behind your back?”

“Why are you asking so many questions?”

“Why are you avoiding my questions with questions?”

“Didn’t you know that you’re suppose to answer a question with a question?” I asked.

“Ok quit with the bullshit what’s going on?”

“We’re going to see Thor about what happened last night.” Wanda said and Tony started to walk with us, but I still kept my hands out of sight. I left the gloves in Wanda’s room.

Thor woke when we entered the room.

“Hey Thor, you know how you said being in a dangerous situation would possibly wake up dormant powers?”

“Yes Lady y/n. Is this about last night?”

“Yes and by any chance can you explain why I got searing pain in my hands as these marks showed up last night?” I asked showing him my hands. Thor stood up and walked over.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this last night?” Tony asked.

“I forgot. I was too busy being cold.”

“You’ve got your mark Lady y/n! You yielded lightening just like I can. I have much to teach you.”

“Thor I didn’t just do lightening. I was able to create shields. Each time it looked like it was a different matter.”

Thor’s brow furrowed. “Maybe you don’t have the same gifts as me, but something similar?”

“I looked back over last night’s footage from the news. I dont think it was lightening.It didn’t come from the sky. It came from her. Sparked from your body.”

“Mr.Stark. Multiple news centers are requesting a meeting about last night.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. said.

“I’ll see what I can do to keep last night’s events a secret. We still don’t know who those people were or how they were able to break into the tower.”

“It probably wasn’t that hard since I was able to walk in without a question when I first showed up here.” I said.

“Rhodey can handle the press and say it was a military thing or some shit like that.” Tony said.

“We will practice today with your powers and see exactly what you can do.” Thor said.

“But for now you should probably go back to sleep because Peter is starting to worry and its 2 in the morning.” Wanda said

I went back to the main room and apologized to Peter for worrying him and we went back to sleep.


Time skip: A few days.

Thor and I had trained and figured out that my powers that I had acquired were able to create things or manipulate the atoms around me per say. I could create metals out of thin air. The night on the bridge I was able to create electricity by manipulating the atoms. I practiced daily with Thor when I wasn’t at school and stayed up late into the night thinking of things that I could create and an idea about Peter came to me. Dad found me the next morning slumped over on my work desk.

“Kiddo you’re going to be late for school.” He said nudging me.

“School!” I said waking up and rushed to get ready.


Later that day

I sat next to Peter in Chem as the rest of the class entered. Ned sat on the opposite side of Peter. 

“Look at all the geeks are paired up.” Flash said.

“Come on Flash you can think of a better insult than that.. or can you?” I asked as he sat down in front of us.

“Settle down class. Get to work on the lab that is written on the board.”

Ned got up and grabbed goggles, Peter got up to grab the chemicals, and I started to set up the lab and the write up. I got the equation and all the math written down. All of a sudden liquid was all over the write up.

“Oops. Mrs.Jones we have an acid spill!” Flash said smirking.

“That was on purpose Flash.” Peter said.

“No I tripped.”

“Just do another lab write up while there is still time.”Mrs.Jones said while cleaning up the mess. I did as she said and we all finished the lab. Mrs.Jones checked to make sure we had done the lab correct then told us to get rid of the chemicals in the waste bin she had at the front of the classroom then she walked away.

I took our finished lab chemicals and poured it into Flash’s backpack. Ned and Peter’s jaw dropped. 

“HEY!”

“Oh Oh my gosh I’m so sorry I was getting up and I accidentally bumped the chemicals and they just spilled…. I’m sorry here let me help you clean it up.” I said louder than necessary to get the Mrs.Jones’ attention.

“No it’s ok Y/n I’ll clean it up. This backpack has to be disposed of. It looks like everything in it got eaten up by the acid.”

“WHaT? My english essay was in there.”

“Ooo you mean the one that had to be hand-written, at least 5 pages long and double sided with correct citations for Mrs. Harp’s class? That sucks dude. I would give you mine, but she knows my handwriting from yours.” I told him.

“Just tell Mrs.Harp that acid got on to it.” Mrs.Jones said.

Flash groaned. I faked pity. The bell rang and everyone turned in their write up.

“ That was beautiful y/n. I wish I had a photo of Flash’s face when you did that.” Ned said laughing.

“HEY STARK WANNA BE!” Flash yelled coming up to us. All of a sudden I was up against the locker and Flash towered over me.

“You may have gotten a good hit in once, but that won’t happen again.” He said grabbing the collar of my jacket.

“Let her go Flash.” Peter said. Flash didn’t move.

“Come on Flash… Hit me. I dare you too. But look around at who is watching. If you start the fight I will end it with you a mess on the floor.” I told him looking him straight in the eye daring him to do it. He backed down.

“You’re not worth my time.” He said walking away and the crowd dispersed.

“You scare me sometimes.” Ned told me.

“Why?”

“Because he had you pinned against the locker and you looked him in the eye unwavering. It was like a movie.” I giggled.

“Well I don’t think he’ll be messing with us anymore.” I told him.

“Hey Y/n why are you always wearing those gloves now? I get its cold outside, but we’re inside.”

“She just likes to wear them.” Peter said quickly jumping in.

“Ok ok.”

“Ned you’re still the guy in the chair right?”

“Yep.”

“Y/n shhhh.” Peter said ducking his head lower.

“Nobody is gonna know what we are talking about. Plus we’re geeks remember?”

“She has a point Peter.” Ned said.

“Do you wanna come to the tower?” I asked him.

Ned’s eyes widened. “Seriously?”

“Yes I’m serious. You can’t play with my dad’s stuff though. However I will let you test and mess with my inventions.”

“YES! Do I get to meet the Avengers?”

“Only if you run into one of them. They most likely wont be on the floor that we are on.”

“This is so awesome.” Ned said walking ahead of us to lunch. 

“You really trust Ned with that equipment?” Peter asked

“Yea and I need him there because he is going to help me with my surprise for you.” I smiled.

“What? What surprise?”

“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you now would it?”

“No, but normally surprises aren’t even mentioned they kind of just happen so now by the law of surprises you now have to tell me.” He said.

“Nope.” I told him and he grabbed my hand pleading with puppy dog eyes. “No don’t do that to me Peter. Honestly you can wait a few hours.” I told him and pulled him along to sit down next to Ned and I sat across from them.

“What’s wrong Peter?”

“Y/n told me she has a surprise for me and now won’t tell me what it is. She said you have to help her with it.”

“Y/n you know by the law of surprises he is right. Knowing that a surprise is going to happen doesn’t make it a surprise.” Ned said and Peter gave me the ‘I-told-you-so’ look. I rolled my eyes.

Happy came to pick us up and Ned was amazed. 

“Why do they call you Happy?” Ned asked sitting between Peter and I. Ned kept asking questions the whole ride with Peter and I trying not to laugh.

When we arrived we went straight up to my room and dropped our backpacks down. 

“SO do i get to know now?” Peter asked since it was obviously eating away at him.

“Ned you want anything to eat?”

“Y/n tell the poor man.”

“Ok ok…” I giggled “I’m in charge of adding stuff to you’re suit and making it better.”

Peter’s face lit up. “You’re joking.” He told me.

“Nope. I have a list of things that I’m writing programs for and getting put into the suit.”

“Y/n you’re the best! What are you putting in it?” He asked hugging me.

“Well I have a few things, but I was going to have the guy in the chair tell me what he thinks you need.” I said and Ned squealed.

“CAN YOU PUT LASERS IN IT?” Ned asked.

“I probably could. Come on we can go to my lab and check it out. You guys wanna order pizza?”

“ Yea F.R.I.D.A.Y. can you order 2 extra large pizzas, one half cheese and half meat lover and the other half New York style and half pepperoni.” Peter said.

“Yes, Mr.Parker.”

“Thanks F.R.I.D.A.Y.” I said.

“You’re welcome Ms.Stark.” 

We entered the lab and both looked in amazement. None of them had been in here before. Ned walked over to my whiteboard which had my ideas for Peter’s suit.

“Y/n this is impossible. There isn’t a metal or material that is thin,bendable or strong enough to be bullet proof.” Ned said and Peter walked over to the board.

“Well Ned that would be where you are wrong. Because wherever there is a will there is a way. So…..” I pushed the whiteboard out of the way to reveal a sheet of metal I had created.

“What is this?” Peter asked going to touch it and he bent it back and forth. I took off my gloves.

“Its strange isn’t it? You think with its atomic number it would be really heavy and stiff right?” 

“Y/n what happened to your hands?” Ned asked and Peter’s head whipped around to me

“You mean you made this?” he asked.

“Yea.”

“Hello? Am I talking to a deaf person?” Ned asked.

“Ned I’m only half human. My mom came from the same place as Thor.”

“WHAT WAS IT LIKE THERE?”

“I was born here Ned. I’ve never been. These marks on my hands are from my powers no longer being dormant?”

“But you just started wearing gloves recently.”

“Yea they came out when there was a dangerous situation.”

“What dangerous situation have you been in?”

“The attack on the Brooklyn Bridge.”

“They said that was a rogue military thing.”

I laughed. “Uncle Rhodey needs to use his imagination more. No it wasn’t. We still didn’t know who those people were. Anyways did you want to check to see for yourself if this material is good enough for our boy? Choose a weapon.” I said walking over to a wall and pulling out a big shelf.

“Whoa.”

“You to Peter. You’re the one who is going to be wearing it.”

“You never told me what it’s atomic number is.” Peter said grabbing a gun that had some of the most powerful bullets ever made by man in it. Ned settled on a knife and I grabbed a grenade.

“Whoa whoa whoa… what are you doing with that?” Peter asked.

“Peter I’ve already done the grenade. I just wanna show you guys. You guys go first.” 

Ned walked up to it and hit it with the knife and it shattered.

Peter fired the gun and the bullet hit then fell onto the floor.

I walked over and made a little basket with the metal leaving a small hole to quickly put the grenade in. “You guys can get behind the desk if you’re worried.” They both went behind the desk and watched carefully. I pulled the ring, dropped it in quickly and sealed the rest of the metal. There was a boom noise, but the metal stayed in a small ball. I unwrapped it and showed them the shattered bits of grenade and the un-dented metal. They looked amazed.

“ I even had Vision see if he could do any damage to it. He was able to get a small hole….. right there.” I said pointing to what looked like a pencil mark. “So the only one who would be able to hurt Peter, theoretically, would be me. To answer your earlier question about the atomic number, it’s around 1200.”

“ Oh my-what do you mean theoretically?” Peter asked.

“Well if aliens come again I don’t know what kind of weapons they have or if it will be able to do anything to this metal.” I told him.

“I think we should be fine.” Peter said.

“Can we still add lasers to his suit?” Ned asked.

“The closest I can would be web like lasers.”

“What about snacks?” 

“Ned I don’t need snacks in my suit.” Peter said.

“Yes you do. You forget to eat sometimes.” I told him and entered in a program that he could access if he wanted something to eat. “The best I can do is like some trail mix since its small enough.”

“Does his suit have night vision?”

“It does now.” I said typing in a program.

“ What about……. I can’t think of anything else.”

“What about your spray?” Peter asked.

“Yea I can put that in there. Anything else?”

“Nope.”

“What’s the spray?”

“She invented a spray the mends broken bones and wounds.” Peter said and the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it.” I stood up and suit started to be created as I left. I grabbed my wallet and tipped the pizza girl and carried both of the pizzas back to the lab. 

I opened the door with my back. “Pizzas are here. Do you guys want something to drink? We have anything and everything.”

Peter was flushed red.

“Huh? Oh um no I’ll get the soda.” Peter said walking out of the lab.

“What’s up with him?” I asked.

“You’re so smart,but so stupid.” Ned told me going for the pizza.

“What am I missing?” I asked.

“Nothing I’ll tell you later.” Ned said.

Peter came back with some drinks. We sat and ate the pizza while we watched the suit being designed in front of us.

After it was done faster than I had expected.

“Peter try it on.” I told him.

He took the suit and walked to the bathroom.

“So you going to tell me what’s up with him?”

“Y/n don’t worry about it.”

“I have to worry about it he’s one of my best friends.”

“ How do I look?” Peter said coming out of the bathroom. 

“Nice dude.” Ned said and I had lost my use of words. God fucking damn.

“Y/n?” Peter asked.

“I-its good.” 

“ You should do a test run.” Ned said

“Yea this suit feels alot lighter than my other one I could probably swing alot faster now.”

“GO SPIDERMAN GO!” Ned said and Peter went to go test the suit outside.

“What the hell was that?” Ned asked me as soon as Peter left.

“What?”

“You know what. You just lost your speech function for a good 3 minutes and were starting at Peter with goo goo eyes.” He said acting like I was stupid.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I wasn’t staring….”

“He likes you too you know.” Ned said

“Yea ok.” I said sarcastically.

“Like I said, you’re so smart, but you’re so stupid.” He told me shaking his head. “Dont you have like security footage in here? You can check what he said for yourself.”

I did later that night. :)


Next day

I should’ve stayed in bed. I felt terrible in the morning and I should’ve taken that as a sign to stay in bed and not go to school. There were quizzes in every class I had that day and at lunch when I thought I would find relieve for an hour by talking with my best friends I was bitterly disappointed. Ned had to make up a lab and some girl was sitting with Peter. I wouldn’t normally have let this bother me, until she leaned over and kissed him. I started to think about what I had heard him say the night before on the footage and decided Ned was wrong and he only said those things because he was grateful for the suit and it didn’t mean anything. On top of that Flash had sent someone after me after school. I don’t know how they found out all the information they had on me, but it did not end well. I came home with a busted lip and knuckles to match.

When Peter asked what was wrong I didn’t really tell him what was bothering me, but instead told him I was just going to the roof and wanted to be left alone. 

And so I went to the roof alone. 


Tony’s p.o.v

“Hey guys where is Y/n? I haven’t seen her in a few hours. Did she come back from school Peter?”

“Yea Happy drove us both here. She was a little upset from school and told me she needed to cool off and that she would be on the roof.”

“Why would she be upset from school?” I asked.

“ I wasn’t there when it happened, but Ned told me someone went off on her talking about her mom and stuff. He wouldn’t tell me any details, but he said it was a pretty big fight.”

“I’ll go check on her.” I went to the roof and she wasn’t there. 

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. where is Y/n’s location?” I asked.

“That can not be determined Mr.Stark.”

“What do you mean can’t be determined?” I asked and my heart started to beat a little faster. I didn’t lose my daughter. That’s not possible.

I walked around on the roof to look for some kind of sign of her being up here. I rounded the corner from the little greenhouse she built up here.

My heart dropped.


OOOOOOOOO I think that’s a good place to leave the story for now  ;)

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Request - kol mikaelson imagine where the reader is damon and stefans sister and they sneak out to see each other and one day elena catches them and tells damon nd they all turn against her and then when Jeremy kills him she tries to kill him and maybeyou can  use a lot of gifs too ???? sorry if its so long lol

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Originally posted by skylerlockerbie


“Goodnight Stefan!” I yelled from my place on the stairs.

In less than a second he appeared at the bottom.

“Are you feeling okay? The past few nights you’ve been going to bed so early.” My older brother spoke, concern on his face.

“Yeah I’m fine. Just.. trying to avoid this town’s never ending drama.” I joked lightly.

He smiled and nodded his head, “goodnight.”

I turned around and made my way to my room. My brother’s were always very protective over me. Even when we were human. Now, even though I’m almost as old as they are, they still treat me like I’m some precious thing. Not to be touched.

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The Wicked Witch

Words: 22k
Genre: Angst, (tiny bit of) Fluff, Drama, Soap Opera!Au
Summary: Your first misfortune is your parents. Your second is your brother. Your third is your husband by the name of Min Yoongi. You will not stop until vengeance has been sought.
Inspired by the idea of combining all Soap Opera/Makjang Kdrama tropes into one story. Based on this drabble.
Warnings: Sham marriages, betrayals, kidnappings, sibling rivalries, deaths, amnesia, infidelity, revenge, etc. Mentions of suicide, car accidents, abuse, etc.

Cr.

[5 Years Ago]

You should’ve never fallen in love with him.

Your first misfortune lies within the family you were born into - a mother with a wealthy background and a father with ambitious political aspirations. It was a picture perfect family; a blissful marriage and two well rounded children, you and your older brother. But everything was merely skin deep. With the plastered smiles and exaggerated grins, as a young child, your mother would pinch you at your side to-

‘stand taller!’
‘look at that disgusting hair, tame it!’
‘ugh, do you not know how to act like a lady?’


The marriage of your parents was a sham, sleeping in separate bedrooms and leaving for days on end to other people. When they spoke to each other, it was cold and distant. If it wasn’t, then it was screaming and arguing. Though you never felt sadness. You never envied the children who had parents brimming with happiness. That was your reality. What could you do to ever change it? You were numb to it all.

Your second misfortune is the ambitious nature of your brother; a trait he had unfortunately inherited from your father. There was a time, so long ago that you can barely remember, a time where you could be considered close to your sibling. It was when you had no one else in the house but him, someone who cared and protected you. But along the way, with the praise of your parents showered upon the boy and criticisms thrown onto you, a gap was created which only grew with the years that came. Soon, he saw the responsibilities in his future and began to utter the same judgements that your mother always whispered into your ear.

‘We’re not children anymore.’
‘You need to grow up.’
‘Learn how to act like a lady.’


Despite being driven away by your one and only true companion, you should’ve stayed. If you had persisted and fought against him, maybe none of this would’ve happened. Perhaps you could’ve saved his life and yours. But the past cannot be changed.

It was two years ago that your brother was arrested for embezzlement.

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Secret Memory

Description: The youngest Winchester finds a troubling nightmare is actually a memory when she is reunited with a familiar face, after only living with her Uncle Bobby for majority of her life.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, (mentions of) John Winchester, and a sister!reader

Warnings: Swearing, and a little violence

A/N: This is actually my third imagine but tumblr deleted the one I spent four hours on….as I was about to hit post. But, here is this one as a sub! Thank you for reading in advance! Let me know if you want to be tagged or send m a request! Also the memories are in italics! :)

Tag(s): @winchesters-favorite-girl


You woke up, in screaming terror. You were sobbing as your Uncle Bobby ran into the room with a shotgun drawn up to view. He quickly placed it on the nightstand near your bed and cradled you in his arms. It was another nightmare. You had been bestowed with the gory images since you could recall your dreams. You often tried avoiding them by pulling all-nighters and drinking as much caffeine as your blood could hold.

You were finally breathing normally, whipping the tears off your cheeks as fast as they had come. Bobby’s steady heart beat calmed you. He had always been such a father to you, and his calm made you realize you were indeed, still safe.

“You’re safe,” he cooed. You nodded, and hugged him back.

 The nightmares were so much of a routine that eventually you kept the light on while you slept. You hated hearing the screams of the people, and seeing the blood. Bobby never seemed to know where they originated from. Your guess was that when helping your Uncle, you picked up a vivid sense of being in the hunting life, even though you were never in the field. Sure, you helped with research, but you had never actually seen any demons or ghosts. You were just informing the hunters of the stories, and ways to end the lives of the evil creatures lurking. You weren’t that afraid of them either, so the nightmares were almost uncalled for. 

Little did you know that the nightmare was a memory. Bobby knew this, but would never let on, and would never mention the fact to you. He had promised your father John, that he would never relive the time you were taken by accomplices of the yellow eyed demon, or Azazel. They took you into an old prison where they held most of their victims. The screaming and blood had scared your little two-year-old form. You were also cut open repeatedly, and left for dead. It was one of the worst sights the Winchester boys had seen. From that moment on John knew he wanted you disconnected from them, but still safe. He dropped you at Bobby’s in the middle of the night. The boys were at school in Utah while he dropped you in the care of the old man. You never saw him again, and as you grew older Bobby had convinced you the images of your brothers and father were just imaginary friends. This was all in the wishes of John, even though Bobby knew in his heart you should have the right to know your brothers.

As you grew older, the memory became less vivid, but you hated being woken up in a sweat nevertheless. You grew accustomed to late nights with coffee, and books. You often stayed up with your Uncle, watching him go to sleep even though he wished you would follow. You refused to believe the nightmares would cease, even though Bobby thought they would.

You entered the house after a day of school. You were tired, and sleep begged to take over, yet the fear of the nightmares kept you pushing forward.

You dropped your bag at the door, “Hey Dad, I’m home!” you yelled. You had grown so close to Bobby that you now called him Dad.

You rummaged through the cabinets, searching for coffee. Your eyelids drooped as you called to him again, “Dad! Where the hell did the coffee go?!”. It had been an all-nighter for two days in a row. You knew the crash was coming soon.

You turned around, running right into a firm chest. You looked up to meet bright green eyes, and a confused expression. Suddenly, a flash of the nightmare came rushing into your thought process. Your eyes shut, and you could still see the green eyes. You gripped the counter behind you as the images of blood came into sight, and the screams of others being tortured filled your ears. You felt hands grip your arm, but the images only intensified. You were crying now, but you opened your eyes. The nightmare had finally completed itself, except it wasn’t a nightmare, it was a memory.

 “Dean,” you heaved out between trying to fill your lungs with oxygen. The images played over in your head.

“You think they can hear you scream?” a demon in a small woman’s body asked.

You were crying as your little arms bled. You had never been taken, or separated from everyone in your family before. The demons took turns playing with your skin and the knife. Finding new places to cut. The demons laughed as you screamed, and cried out for your brothers and father.

“They’ll never find you, you little-," suddenly the door crashed open and the demons fled.

The tears in your eyes coated your sight of vision. You felt your brother Dean’s arms taking you into his chest.

Shhhh, baby I got you,” he cooed. You could hear the crack in his voice.

 Your father led you both back to the impala. He never took you into his arms that night. He couldn’t help but feel this was his fault. He went out that night, leaving your brothers to clean you up.

You snapped back to reality. Bobby, and Dean were staring at you. You cleared your face of the wet droplets that had escaped your eyes.

“I remember,” you looked to Bobby. He looked towards the floor. “Dad, you, you didn’t tell me I had a brother,” you sighed.

 “Dad?” Dean turned to Bobby.

Bobby looked back at Dean, “It’s not like your father was around”. Dean sighed in defeat. “Why don’t you sit down,” Bobby gestured to the couch. You nodded and took a seat.

Just then, the door opened and a taller man came through. His eyes landed on you, “Oh my god!”. Suddenly, more memories clouded your vision.

“Bunny, please sit still,” your other brother, Sam, pleaded with you.

 You were crying again, and squirming as Dean tried to stitch up your cuts. Dean wanted to take you to a hospital, but John didn’t want to risk the questions about perfectly sliced skin. Dean was trying to wiggle the needle into your shaking form. Sam kept trying to get you to quiet down, but you were hurting. His heart broke with every cry, and every stitch.

               You looked up to Sam, and you couldn’t believe your eyes. You then looked to Dean. These were your brothers. The ones who had tried to help you, and protect you with all their power. You then looked to Bobby. Anger boiled within your veins. He had kept this secret from you. You had lost your brothers, who had tried to patch you up during your worst days. You could feel the warmth of dangerous energy in your chest.

“You son of a bitch!” you screamed. Bobby’s eyes widened. Both your brothers were taken back by the sudden attitude change. “You lied to me!” you screamed.

“Now hold on just a minute!” Bobby put up his hands.

“No! You lied to me! Said they were just nightmares, told me my brothers were imaginary, you made me think I had no one but you!” you screamed. That’s when you felt the acid of the words on your tongue. Your eyes suddenly softened, even though you could still feel the anger in your veins. Bobby looked away, and went back into the kitchen.

“You’re so, so big,” Sam said, clearly trying to lighten the mood.

You walked back towards the kitchen and leaned against the door frame. “You know I didn’t mean it like that. I was talking out of anger,” you said.

 He sighed and faced you with a beer in his hand. He was thinking hard about what he wanted to respond with. “I only did that because it’s what your daddy asked me to do. I wanted to tell you, and lyin’ to you hurt me more than you could ever imagine,” he said, taking a sip.

 You nodded, “I’m sorry Uncle Bobby. You know that you were always a father in my eyes”.

 He smiled, “You’re the best damn thing I ever had a hand in kid”.  You gave him a hug. “Now get in there and catch up with those two idjits!” he shoved you towards the doorframe.

 You then found yourself a little shy as your brothers turned to face you. “Uh, hi,” you gave a small smile.

 Sam had tears in his eyes, and Dean had a look of amazement on his face. “Hey there kiddo,” Dean smiled, and pulled you into a hug.

Protégé (M) [Part 5]

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When your phone receiver buzzed, you were poised and ready, jabbing your index finger against the speaker button. “Yes?”

“Morning, ma’am.” Jaebum’s voice drifted through the device, as cheerful as it always was, despite it just being a couple hours past sunrise. 

“Good morning, Jaebum.” You murmured, only filling the small gap of silence before he continued with what you’d been dreading to hear all morning.

“There’s someone here to see you,” He continued and you slowly exhaled. “A Miss Sorin Park.”

Your tongue glided over the edges of your teeth and back again, buying yourself time to settle the simmering annoyance that had been bubbling within you since last night. “Send her up.”

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