Summary: The Avengers, torn apart after the signing of the Accords, are faced with their greatest battle yet; the rise of Thanos.
What no one expects is for Thanos to kill Tony Stark in front of the Avengers’ eyes. Among them, stood (Y/N) Stark, screaming as her father lay lifeless on the ground, no longer breathing; no longer standing as Iron Man.
With the Avengers broken apart; will (Y/N) be able to assemble the broken team to avenge the man who brought them all together?
Warnings: Mentions of Suicide, Death, Angst, Heartbreak, Mentions of Sex, Fluff, Happy-ish Ending
Song: Hurt by Johnny Cash
I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
“Fuck! Shit - God, (Y/N) - s-stop drinking! Stop doing that to yourself!” Steve grabbed the bottle of whiskey from her hands, prying the coping mechanism out of her reach.
The sour and vile taste of alcohol had seemed to be the only thing keeping (Y/N) alive for the last several hours. The whiskey slipped into her mouth, nullifying her, numbing all the pain of reality in favor of something more tonic. It seemed to be her only cure.
“You killed him …” She slurred, readjusting her body as she lay slump against the floor of the Avengers compound. “You blamed him for everything … now he’s dead … and your gonna’ blame him for that, too …”
“(Y/N) - you need to get up-”
“His worst fear was seeing all of you dead … he didn’t want to be the one to kill the Avengers … but you … you killed him, Steve.”
She gripped her shirt tightly and bunched the fabric between her fingers as if the cotton material was a piece of her broken heart. She began to shake and whimper as a familiar pain shot through her chest. It was heartbreak. It was agony. It was hell.
With the sweat on his back sinking
uncomfortably into his costume, Victor’s first and only thought is that they’re
getting married. There are cameras flashing at them at blinding speeds as they
hold up their medals, recording their every move, and the reporters yell for
their attention. Victor drowns them all out.
Victor can’t exactly spare anyone a second of his glance.
Not when from the top podium, his fiancé
holds up his gold medal with pride and just a hint of overwhelming disbelief,
still in shock that he actually won.
Not when Yuuri looks down at him with
twinkling dark eyes and a breathless, slow grin, sweat beading at his hairline,
looking like a masterpiece that has come to life.
Not when he stares at Victor
with his chest heaving, beautiful brown eyes shiny with happy tears, as if to
say, Look at me, Vitya. Look how far I’ve
The sight makes Victor’s throat run dry,
makes his gut flutter and his heart hammer inside his chest with the bruising
force of his adoration. It makes Victor want to say, Happiness and a gold medal looks beautiful on you, solnyshko.
It makes him want to say, you make me fall in love with you again and
It makes him want to say, you are everything I’ve ever wanted.
It makes him want to say, please marry me. Please stay forever. I love
you, I love you, I love you—
I really like the feel that the last story had, with a bit of a horror, So I’m going to do another along those lines.
“What do you mean it escaped? Where is it?” The administrator’s throat frill twitched in irritation.
“We don’t know. It managed to slip out of its containment cell somehow, we don’t know how.” Slurn’s color paled in submission.
“There’s a lot you don’t know about this thing you were supposed to be studying. Why isn’t it showing up on life scans?”
“By all rights its should be. It did when it was in containment.”
“Can it cloak itself somehow?”
“It never showed that ability before. We have workers combing the ship. From what we have seen of the settlement the specimen was taken from, humans are classified as non aggressive omnivore agrarians. So its probably scared and hidden itself somewhere sensors are just not catching it. Maybe a cabinet or under some heavy equipment.
“Its visual system appeared to be predatory.”
“It appears to have descended from a more predatory species, but has lost basically all other traits. Vestigial claws, reduced dentation. It’s probably terrified somewhere.” Slurn’s color returned with his confidence. “It’s just a matter of time.”
Ranken was irritated. He was probably going to get a reprimand for this creepy pink thing pulling this nonsense. He grunted as he lifted himself from the floor of the storage bay. It wasn’t under this land craft. He pressed the activation button on his communicator with a clawed thumb. “Service bay 17 is clear.” Something shifted behind him. He turned quickly, but saw nothing. A tool clattered to the ground somewhere in the room. Guarded, he began to lift the communicator to his snout, but didn’t manage to activate it before the storage rack beside him suddenly lurched away from the wall, raining heavy parts and containers down upon him before collapsing itself to pin him to the floor. Dazed, he could see the human scampering quickly over the debris. Its long dark skull growth hung low obscuring most of its face, but as it approached him he could see that it had bared its teeth at him, and held some twisted sharp piece of metal in its paw. He tried to free himself as it moved closer, brandishing the metal like a weapon. He couldn’t get enough leverage to move. It perched above him, and looked down with…pity? Was that what was gleaming in its eye? The metal pressed into him firmly and not nearly quickly enough to be called merciful. As his vision blurred and darkened, he watched as it slipped silently back into the shadows.
“Dead?” The administrator reddened in surprise
“The search teams found him under a parts rack that collapsed. We’re guessing he knocked it over on himself while looking for the human. Something impaled him, and tore itself free as it fell. He ended quickly.” Slurn was disappointed to have to give this news on top of everything else that happened that day. The reports back to homeworld were going to be a headache.
“Do you think the human had something to do with it?”
“The creature is a non aggressive primary herbivore, it only has a flight instinct… No fight.”
Slurn was interrupted by a terrified voice whispering over the comm channel. “The human is here.”
“Talik did you catch it?” The administrator replied.
Talik responded, “No sir.” His voice wavered with fear. “It killed Fen and disappeared.”
The administrator balked, “What do you mean it killed Fen?”
The returning voice was a jumbled gush of panicked words, “It came out of nowhere… Just.. Dropped from somewhere.. And it was screeching and blood… Blood was everywhere… And it.. Fen fell down… And it rolled off..and I can’t find it. Its somewhere in here… I don’t know where..”
“Where are you?”
“Engineering… Under my workstation.”
“Under your…” The administrator cut off. “Get out from under there and catch the damn thing. Its soft and half your size.”
“But.. Fen sir.. It took his.. Oh egg.” The comm went dead.
“Talik… Talik…” He started to yell into the com receiver, but there was no answer.
“You don’t think…” Slurn gulped as the comm clicked. A bubbling kind of bark came from the com. A maddening jibberish of sound, followed by some kind of crooning. “That’s the human.” Slurn said, “I’ve heard it bark like that before.”
“What does it mean? Can it be translated? You said it has a language.”
“We were still piecing it together.” He began to tap at his personal device, activating a translation program. “ The first part was called a laugh… Usually reserved for merriment or to relieve social tension.”
“So its nervous?”
“Maybe.” The device chirped, and began to attempt to turn the creatures sounds into real language. It seemed to be speaking in a melodious way.. Sing songing.
“I’m coming to get you… I’m going to get you all… one by little one. You can run, you can hide.. But I’m going to find you.” More laughter followed.”
“Is it…?” The administrator found himself gulping this time.
“I think its… Hunting us sir.”
The com chirped again, “Goodnight, rectums.” said the human, just as the ships main power went offline.
They looked at each other in disbelief in the ruddy glow of the emergency lighting system.
“Egg.” They said in near perfect unison.
Main life support had been off for hours, and the ship had gotten cold… Very cold. Slurn’s legs were getting cramped in the small cabinet he found himself hiding. He had been there since the administrator had died. They thought they had been hunting the human, tracking movements and anomalies on the ship’s scans. The human seemed capable of moving from one place to another without traversing the space between. Perhaps that was how it had escaped in the first place. Slurn was about to mention this thought to the administrator, was leaning around a corner when he suddenly made a gurgling noise, dropped the single rifle they had found, and fell. Slurn looked down in surprise to see that the adminitrator’s face had been cleaved open. The human slowly came around the corner. A heavy sharp blade fashioned crudely from some piece of scrap from the ship was clutched in its forepaw. Its naked body was slicked with gore from its kills. The admin twitched, drawing both the attention of, and a fresh screech from, the human as it brought the weapon down into the administrators body once more. Slurn took the opportuinity and managed to grab the rifle from the floor. Fumbling with fear, as the human worked the blade from the body with a wet slurping sound, he fired it and cleanly missed. The human turned, narrowing its eyes at him as it bared its teeth. Its long head growths hung heavy and wet with the blood of his comrades. It started to come toward him, taking long fearless strides, and raising its weapon. Slurn managed to cycle and fire the rifle again, this time the energy pulse struck the human just above the heavy bulge of its right mammary gland. It fell back, clutching the wound. Slurn’s hearts leapt for a moment. It bent low, and paused. Had he managed to defeat the beast? Just as any creature Slurn knew would have been collapsing to the floor in shock from the wound, the human instead turned its face to him again. The look on its face communicated a message of murderous rage, recognizable to any species. Slurn froze for a moment as it screeched even louder at him than he had ever heard it screech before, and bolted at him almost faster than he could register. Slurn was suddenly , blindly, fleeing. The high pitched keening he heard, a sound not unlike the sound a new hatchling made to cry for its mother, he realized was coming from his own throat. He scrambled as fast as his feet could carry him, claws digging into the deck plating. Now he was in his bedchamber, hiding in the small dark space behind a rack of his own clothing, as he had when he was a frighten child. The human had started its taunting call again, that sing songy sound, as it moved slowly closer. Slurn drew and held his breath as the door to his chamber opened. It called into the room. Slurn’s hearts pounded… Part of him was sure it could be heard by the thing following him, but he found… He couldn’t hear it. Was it in the room with him? Did it move on? There was no way to tell. His lung burned, reminding him that he hadn’t breathed yet. He let his breath out in a single heavy puff. The Human laughed again… Inches from the door to the cabinet. Slurn’s muscles completely locked up in terror and exhaustion as the human slowly opened the door. The whites of its teeth and eyes bright in the dim room. The world faded away as he mercifully passed out from fear… The last sound he heard was the human quietly and breathily barking her single sound at him.
Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along.
Baekhyun’s feet padded across the floor of the campus as he made his way to the two wide doors. Pushing the wide obstacle, he was soon greeted by the glowing sun and the petrichor smell of fresh air. But above all, he was greeted by the sight of you—that, in his opinion, shined brighter than the sun.
He quietly strolled his way to the tree that seemed so familiar to his eyes now. What was even more familiar to him though, was the image of you peacefully resting in your own bubble. A round and fragile bubble that he dared protect against anyone who tried to do any damage to it.
He lowered his legs down and rested his butt on the virescent grass as silently as he could manage, so as to not make a sound. Underneath the pale blue sky, the buildings stood tall and mighty. The coarse bark of the tree shined like gold as it reflected the blazing ball above and the branches stood out with luscious leaves dotting it’s surfaces. The birds chirped melodiously as they floated past the sky. The concrete walkway that was the only flooring uncovered by the fragrant grass still managed to maintain its beige beauty even from all the shoes that have scraped themselves against its surface.
Summary: You’re a medical intern, always a perfectionist and used to being the best at everything you do. Jackson Wang is the male nurse beloved by everyone and constantly on your nerves. When you two are brought together, it could be the best or the worst thing that’s ever happened.
“You just don’t know me yet but I love you and you love me the same.”
This was not expected.
You wouldn’t call it a mistake, just a hasty decision that was meant to have a long hard think on. Maybe if you had done that, you wouldn’t be in this situation in another entity’s world stuck until he decides to let you go.
Yet you are.
“Y/N,” He whispers you name in your ear, the smirk clear on his face. Of course he can feel the fear you still held towards him, he can also see the effect he on on you. “You like this, don’t you?”
Yes. But you weren’t about to tell him that, not in a million years. Even though you shouted out an “N-no!” he continued with his ministration. His hands caressing your body and making small sounds bubble in your throat that you refused to let out.
It’s not quite a long story as to how you ended up in this situation. With a man - no, demon - that was as charming as he is handsome. With a deep voice that sent chills down your spine and goosebumps to rise on your skin in both a good and bad way.
Warnings: angst, colorful name calling and swears, a lot of sassiness, Y/N being a complete no BS kind of person, bullying, blood, kissing, just a lot of good ole fluff
Summary: Liam is being ganged up on by all the students at school, because of the recent rumors of him being a werewolf. Nolan and other lacrosse players are starting to get to him, so Y/N stands up for her boyfriend. Later, she’s forced to watch him get beaten up by them, trying her best to help him not turn.
A/N: This idea for an imagine came to mind while watching the recent episodes. It literally broke my heart seeing Liam like that and ugh, I immediately started writing this. If there r any errors and such, sorry, I’m just so excited that I had to post this immediately.
I see the boys’ locker room door thrust open suddenly, out of the corner of my vision, as I close my locker.
My eyes wander towards it to see Liam emerge from behind the door, storming out with a grimace across his lips. His eyes flit from yellow then back to blue, the hue easily becoming my favorite color the first time we met. His crystal-clear, blue eyes catch mine, his anger wavering momentarily at the sight of me.
“What’s wrong?” I say out loud. If I had been talking to anyone else, standing at the distance he was away from me, they wouldn’t be able to hear me, but I knew that he could.
His tongue darts out over his pink lips, before he rubs the back of his neck with his hand, tightening the strap of his backpack and rushing away from me.
My brows furrow and I tuck the notebook I was holding in my arms into my backpack, spinning the dial on my lock a few times, then locking it.
“Liam,” I yell down the hall, ignoring the stares from all the students. Recently, Liam had gotten himself into a tough spot. He’d shifted in front of people and the news was spreading like wildfire through town. Scott texted me this morning, saying that he even tried staying home today. I had to beg him over the phone to even show up to class.
“Y/N,” I heard a familiar voice call, “Where’s he going?” Mason asks, Corey close behind.
“I have no idea,” I respond truthfully. I sigh, blowing a loose strand of hair out of my face.
“Probably running from all the lacrosse players,” Corey says, watching Nolan and the other guys on the team walk out of the locker room, causing a lot of commotion as they start walking down the hall.
We hear a lot of chatter from them, talking about none other than Liam. “We’re going to prove to everyone that he’s a monster,” Nolan shouts and others cheer.
“What the fuck,” I mutter, my nose involuntarily scrunching up in disgust. I start picking up my pace, speeding up to fall in step with the team.
I can barely hear Mason and Corey shouting for me to stop, over the intense desire in me to put this asshole in his place.
My sneakers squeak, when I stop in front of the group of teenage boys. I refrain from lunging at Nolan, sucking in a deep breath, knowing that I could do him just as much pain with just words.
“You fucking prick,” I say, surprising myself with how calm the words come out.
Nolan looks shocked, before one of his teammates jump in for him. “Oh look-ey here, it’s the dumb girl who fell for Lia-”
“Shut the fuck up,” I cut him off. “At least Liam can actually speak to a girl without shitting himself.” The look on his face is enough for a shit-eating grin to appear on my lips.
“At least we’re not in a relationship with a literal monster,” Nolan remarks.
My jaw clenches as I purse my lips, cracking my knuckles and deciding whether I should go for his face or his stomach. But, before I can make my decision, two pairs of arms pull me back.
“Hey now, Y/N, I think we’re going to be late to English, right Corey?” Mason says, widening his eyes at me and mouthing that we needed to go now.
“Yeah, Y/N, we should go-”
“Okay,” I grit between my teeth, “I get the point.” I let them tug me away from the crowded hallway, the curious eyes following us.
“Show’s over,” I scream, completely done with the whole situation. I just wanted to find Liam at this point. Everyone goes back to minding their own business, except for a few uneasy glances.
“What even happened that night?” I ask once we get to a secluded classroom, hopping onto a desk to sit on. I drop my bag to the floor, gathering my hair at the top of my head and tying an elastic around it.
Corey and Mason look at each other, then turn back to me, shrugging their shoulders. I narrow my eyes at them. “Really?” I ask, rolling my eyes. “Out of all people, I thought you guys would actually tell me the truth.”
I bend down, picking up my bag and slinging the strap over my shoulder. I huff out a breath, opening the door to leave, when I see my favorite color. Liam looks around frantically, his eyes wide when they meet mine. I look down to his mouth and I swear he mouths, “Thank god.”
He starts jogging towards me and I back up, back into the classroom to give him room to get in. He peers out the door, before closing it.
“They’re all after me,” he says breathlessly.
“Who’s ‘all’ ?” Mason asks, worry for his best friend showing through the expression plastered on his face.
“The lacrosse team. Who else?” Corey says as if it were the most obvious thing ever.
I look to Liam for his agreement, but he just nods his head up and down very quickly.
“How do you know?” I query. I knew the team had it out for him since the incident, but I just assumed it was all talk. I was starting to get scared that they weren’t.
“They’re trying to get me to turn,” Liam states, his eyes locking with mine. “And, I’m not sure if I can stop myself.” His voice is shakey, the uncertainty in it making me more worried now than before.
“Are you absolutely sure?” I ask. I mean, there had to be a chance he misheard them, right?
“Yeah, I’m pretty positive. Plus, they’re blocking all the exits to school, so I can’t just leave.”
“Fuck,” Mason mutters.
“Yeah, fuck, it is,” Liam whispers. We all sit in silence for a few minutes, each one of us trying to rack our brains for a way out of this conundrum.
Finally, Mason, the genius that he is, speaks up. “What if we sneak you out with Corey’s powers.”
“Yeah, that might work,” Corey responds, his eyes lighting up. “You and Y/N can walk ahead of us, and we’ll follow behind. It’ll be perfect.”
Liam nods in approval, clapping Mason on the shoulder. “I love you, man.” He stops himself, looking up to Corey. “Not like that, though, I’ve got-”
“Yeah, we know what you meant,” Corey and I say simultaneously. Liam smiles, then stops suddenly, grabbing my arm and pulling me into the corner of the room.
“What’s up?” I question, confusion surely spread across my face.
“Are you mad at me?” He asks.
“For earlier,” he adds, trying to jog my memory. “For ignoring you.”
“Ohhh,” I reply. “Yeah, I’m still pretty upset that you just straight up heard me, but still kept walking.” I look away, tugging at the hem of my- wait no it was Liam’s- flannel.
I feel his fingers under my chin as he pulls it gently back towards him. “I’m sorry, it’s just- that, ugh…”
“What?” I ask, wanting to know what was bothering him. “What happened in the locker room that made you so mad?”
I notice him shift on his heel, and I know I asked the exact, right question. “What happened in the locker room, Liam?”
“They called a meeting without me,” he replies. “They all voted me out of the position of captain. Nolan took my place.”
“What?” I ask, not sure if I heard him right. “That’s insane.”
“Yeah, well, it’s whatever,” he mutters. I search his eyes and my heart breaks at how much he’s trying to act like this doesn’t affect him, when I know that he’s actually hurting.
I remember the second that he got captain and how he was screaming into the phone to me about it. An hour after the call, seeing him was a whole other story. I don’t think I’ve ever seen his eyes so wide with excitement.
“No, no, it’s not whatever,” I rebut. “You were excited to be captain and-” my lips pull into a tight line, “those motherfuckers took that away.” My fist clenches, reminding me of my earlier lost chance of getting to punch Nolan.
“Baby, calm down,” Liam whispers, his hand wrapping around mine, making my grip loosen. “Let’s just get out of here and then we can deal with it later.”
I nod, but only for the sake of his wishes. If I had it my way, my fists would already be bruised.
Liam pulls me back over to Corey and Mason. “Okay, so we’ll make the path and you guys stay close behind,” Mason tells us before opening the classroom door. I follow him, taking a quick peek behind me to see Corey and Liam already invisible.
“You got this, babe,” I whisper to where I hope Liam is, then start walking at the same speed as Mason towards the nearest exit.
“Damn, he wasn’t kidding,” I whisper to him once we see all of the players, guarding the doors religiously.
“How the hell are we going to get out?” I ask.
“Thanks for the words of reassurance and hopefulness,” Mason says sarcastically.
“Oh, there’s Mrs. Dunbar,” some random jock calls at me. I give him a fake smile, pivoting on my heel to turn around. “Wait, where are you going?” He asks while walking closer towards us, the smell of axe spray coming from him heavily. I cough, giving Mason a look that he tries not to laugh at.
“A little heavy with that bottle of douchbagness? Huh?” I tease.
“Maybe if you’d stop being Dunbar’s bitch, then you’d get to smell it more often.”
I suck in my bottom lip, biting down on it hard enough for a metallic taste to fill my mouth. I was trying so hard not to flip right now, and I couldn’t even imagine what Corey was going through, trying to keep Liam calm.
“Just walk away,” Mason whispers and I look at him, nodding. We turn back around, being cautious and avoiding where Liam and Corey would be.
I almost run into a figure, stopping dead in my tracks. “Nolan.”
Before I could utter a word, he throws some kind of powder behind us, my eyes widening when Corey and Liam’s cover is blown.
A bunch of guys grab onto Liam’s shirt, dragging him into the nearby classroom, arguing over who got to beat him up. Mason, Corey, and I all chase after them, a horde of students piling behind us to watch what was about to unravel.
One punch, and I screamed. One kick, and I screamed again. Some lacrosse players held Mason, Corey and I back so that we couldn’t get to him. I fought for what felt like hours, before I realized how pointless it was.
I knew that Liam would heal, but I still couldn’t take the grunts of pain coming from his mouth or the way he curled up into a defenseless ball. A part of me wanted him to fight back so hard, but the wiser side of me knew that it was smarter for him just to wait it out; to prove to everyone that he wasn’t a werewolf.
“Just turn,” Nolan shouts, throwing him against the wall, Liam’s body just slumping down to the floor.
A teacher walks in and Mason yells for her to do something, but she doesn’t. She says something, then walks away, but I’m too busy watching the crimson liquid drip down Liam’s quivering bottom lip to listen.
Liam shuts his eyes harshly, his whole facing contorting to keep himself calm. I regain some of my composure, taking in a deep breath. “Liam,” I whisper so that only he can hear me. His whole body steadies at my voice, his chest rising at a slower rate to listen to me. “Just focus on my words. And your mantra. The sun, the moon, the truth… right?”
He nods, his lips curving into a small smile as another blow hits him in the stomach. He starts to say his mantra quietly, opening his eyes to reveal blue. “There you go,” I whisper.
After one more punch, Coach comes running in, yelling for the boys hurting Liam to go to the principal’s office and everyone else to leave. Corey and Mason stay out, shocked, but my feet immediately bring me straight to Liam.
I fall on my weak knees, grabbing his face in my hands and thanking Coach, something I thought I’d never do in all my years here. Liam’s eyes look up at me, wiping away the single tear falling down my cheek. “I’m okay,” he assures. I nod, more tears brimming my eyes and balancing on my eyelashes.
“Promise me, you’ll never do that to me again.”
“I promise,” he whispers. I lean down to him, kissing him, the feeling of his lips curving into a smile under my own, making me smile as well.
“I am not in the mood to deal with you right now.” By the time you finally convinced yourself to go and open the door, the next thing you wanted to do was slam it shut once again. Because, lo and behold, Harry frickin’ Styles was standing at your front door. “I- you gotta get out of here, Harry. I’m seriously not- I don’t wanna talk to you.”
To say that you were upset was an understatement. You were fuming, you were heartbroken, you were all the negative emotions mixed into one! Just seeing Harry standing in front of you with his perfect face made you want to give him a good, hard punch across his stupid face. (But you knew that if you did that, you’d probably end up hurting yourself.)
“Y/N, yeh have to let me expla-” Harry jumped when you moved to shut the door on him, making him stick his foot out to stop it from closing. You huffed and whipped around, storming your way over to the couch and plopping yourself down. “Y/N, please.”
“You’re a shitty fucking person, Harry. You know that?” You cursed inwardly when you felt your eyes watering almost immediately with angry tears. “God, you piss me off.”
“Y/N, if you’d jus’ give me a chance to-”
“No, you’re going to listen to me, you prick.” You snapped, Harry’s eyes widening at how aggressive you were being. “You’re going to sit down and shut up, and you’re going to listen to what I have to say.” Harry immediately complied, sitting himself down before sliding his sunglasses on top of his head. You didn’t like being so mean to Harry, but… Well, he kind of deserved it.
“I do everything- and I mean everything for you!” You got up from your place on the couch, beginning to pace back and forth. “I-I buy all your things for you, I manage your accounts, I set up interviews, I run your errands, I- I put my life on hold for you! I’m supposed to be studying literature, a-and psychology, and I’m supposed to be living this fantastic, stereotypical college student life, but instead, I follow you around 24/7 like a pathetic, lost puppy and what do I get in return? Nothing! Harry, I told you from the start I’m not in this job for the money. I took this job because I’m your friend, and I want to support you in every way possible, but it’s so bloody hard to do that when you treat me as if I was nothing!” Your voice wavered slightly, and you tried your hardest not to burst into tears. You never thought you’d be in a situation where you’d be yelling at Harry like this, but there was just so much pent-up frustration inside of you and all of it was just flooding out in this moment.
“The sad part is that you know I’d drop everything for you at the call of my name. You know I’ll come running because I am just so whipped for you. You know I’m 100% in love with you and it breaks my heart that you’ll never feel the same way about me, but it kills me every single time you talk to me about someone you’re crushing on because, in the back of my mind, I know you’ll never talk that way about me. I’m going to have to get over it, and I will over time, but the least you can do is be a better friend. Because friends don’t abandon their friends outside of a club to go off with a Victoria’s Secret model and then not even have the decency to call me or text me the next morning to tell me where you were or even to check on me! I was the one who stayed out in the cold all night long, but the only thing I could think about when I woke up was where you were and if you were okay or not.”
“I’m tired, Harry. I’m so tired.” There was a moment of silence in which you tried you control your emotions once again, but the next thing you knew, you had burst into tears and crumpled to the floor.
“Y/N, no…” Harry’s eyes softened as he quickly joined you on the floor, immediately pulling you into a tight squeeze and letting you cry into his chest.
“Why can’t you take care of me for once? Why can’t I be the one who gets wasted and can barely walk in a straight line? Why can’t you be the one who takes me home and tucks me in instead of it being me all the time? We’re supposed to be friends but you treat me like a stranger now. I…I don’t even know who you are anymore and I-I just want my Harry back.” You sobbed, your words muffled by Harry’s chest. “I want him back, I want us to be like the way we used to be…”
“It’s a’right, I’m here, I promise.” Harry whispered, stroking your hair lightly and placing a kiss atop of your head. “I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry… I’ve been a proper dick and I- God, Y/N, I don’t deserve yeh. I really don’t. You’ve always been there for me and sometimes I jus’… I jus’ forget about how much you mean to me and how terrible my life would be without yeh.” You pulled away from his chest and wiped at your puffy eyes, Harry reaching up to cup your face gently. “Don’ cry, angel. Makes my eyes water when you’re sad.” He murmured softly, his thumb wiping away a tear as it rolled down your cheek. “I hate to bring this up, but… I can’t date you. I can’t date you because you’re my Y/N, and I’m your Harry, and we’ve always been jus’ that. I love you so bloody much that it hurts sometimes, and it kills me knowing that I broke your heart… But I really do think it’d be for the best if we, y’know, maybe didn’t take the romantic approach with our relationship.”
“As long as I get the old Harry back, I think I can survive.” You sniffled, dabbing underneath your eyes and letting Harry’s words really sink into you. Not everything could have a happy ending, and you couldn’t always get what you wanted. And that was okay. That was just a part of life, and you had to accept it and move on. The world would continue spinning, regardless of Harry liking you or not, and sure, it would take a little time for your wounds to heal, but you knew you’d be alright.
“For the record, you’re a much better cuddler, and chef, and everything else than those other girls. No one could ever replace you. Camille’s pancakes weren’t even tha’ good.”
how about heaven telling Cas he will have to stay with Kelly and raise the child together and when Dean finds out, well you can guess he will no take the news really great??
when did you start taking orders again?” Dean asked. He was
sitting, planted at a table, half turned in his chair, elbow propped
up on the back of it.
shook his head. There was a lump in his throat, but he couldn’t seem to
swallow it. “It’s not an order, Dean, it’s a request. If I do
it, the slate’ll be wiped clean. I’ll be right with heaven again.
I won’t have to run. It’s a good thing.”
sounds real good.”
does that mean?”
means, you get the little hellspawn on your hip, and then what? What
do you even know about raising a baby?”
learn,” he said without conviction.
learn… how to raise the devil’s baby… all by yourself.”
raise, protect. And I’ll only be by myself if Kelly doesn’t
make it through the birth.”
Notes: smut, just smut, really. Not much of a backstory, though maybe it could count as a porn scenario. Some name calling and just really. graphic. sex. It’s AU based, by the way.
A.N: Inspiration hit me faster than I thought it would! I needed something fun and free and.. well. You’ll see why there’s no summary. And this gif is so cute!
It’s noon when Steve nearly stumbles over a pile of boxes trying to get to his -new- front door. He wasn’t expecting visitors, since he just moved in three days ago, and as he tries manoeuvre around the maze he’s created he thinks to himself that if he already gets a door-to-door salesman on his terribly quaint doormat after only three days in the suburbs, he might scream.
It wasn’t his idea to move to Indiana; if anyone would’ve told him he would be here a year ago, he’d laugh in their face and maybe punch them a little too. But hell, this is the only damn place the gym actually had a good job offering that even remotely had something to do with boxing, and it’s not even that close.
But with an injury under his belt and his boss Fury ‘throwing him a bone’, here he is. In the suburbs of goddamn Indiana.
And he still hasn’t reached his fucking door.
“Dammit! Fuckin’ boxes” he mutters, kicking a few out of the way, cringing when something clatters, the sound of glass breaking. It makes him deflate enough to maybe not yell at who ever’s at the door.
The matte glass reveals only a shape of who stands at his front door, but he’s already pretty sure that it’s not a salesman. Broad shoulders and.. long hair?
When he opens the door, he cocks an eyebrow when all he sees is those broad shoulders in a wine-coloured shirt, incredibly stretched by good formed muscles.
“Um, hello?” Steve calls out and the man turns toward him, carrying a box with him.
The box is definitely the last thing Steve’s looking at, because this man is gorgeous.
“Oh hi, neighbour..” the man drawls, looking Steve up and down slowly. “Damn-..”
Summary: You and Jin didn’t really get along. He was an asshole, and you were as stubborn as stubborn could get. So what happens when you’re asked to look after a sick, naughty Jin?
A/N: Enjoy ya nasty
“Y/N!!” “Arhh, Y/N! Can you please get me some tissues?”
“You don’t have to yell! I’ll be right there!” I replied to Jin’s loud demands.
“I’m sorry! It’s just that I’m legit dying here, and you’re not being fast enough! You’re supposed to be taking care of me!” He complained.
“I am!” I argued, handing him a new box of tissues. “Who’s the one making some soup for your weak ass?” I rolled my eyes, walking into the kitchen. Jin lay on the couch blowing his nose, while some drama blared from the tv.
The day had started out pretty casually, until Namjoon had called me up for a favor. I agreed with no problem, not knowing how big this “favor” was.
“Look Y/N, can you watch after Jin for awhile. We have comeback schedules and I don’t think he can be left alone.” he exasperatedly spoke into the phone.
Summary: You keep seeing the same guy everywhere you go. In the coffee shop, on the streets, in your philosophy class. It’s getting to the point where you think he’s stalking you - only to realize that maybe there’s something much more mysterious at play here. (AU: Jongdae is your guardian angel)
Notes: (the usual) troubled pasts, swearing, smut, fluff, angst/heartbreak.
A/N: The battle, this is the last chapter before the epilogue! Enjoy! :) xx
The alarms blearing has Bucky sitting up in his bed abruptly. It’s the second week after Y/N and Thor’s return, and he’s proud to say that he hasn’t had another bimbo in his bed since. The first thing he does, as ordered by Steve, is grab his comm from his nightstand and put it in his ear.
Written for @camsthisky because she wanted more Bruce hugging Dick.
Dick’s captured and drugged and probably about to die. The last thing he wants to do is die in front of his family, especially not his baby brothers, all he wants is to be with Bruce and feel safe again.
Dick had died once. He had died and it had been just like this. Well okay, not exactly. He’d been in a machine instead of strapped down. He’d been delirious from pain and not some weird drug running through his system. He’d died not because of the pain or the machine but because of a man. He’d been murdered. Just like he was about to be.
Then it had been fast, one pill, a few seconds, and he was gone. He’d come back almost as fast, but that had no bearing on now. Now there was no adrenaline shot primed to start his heart. Now he just had this stupid burning poison racing through his veins taking forever.
He kept blacking out. He kind of wished he’d just stay out. Every moment he was awake again meant his head would pound and his eyes would water. It meant he could feel the raspiness of his throat, and the rawness to his wrists from hours of fruitless attempts at escape. Every moment he was awake he was reminded he was alone, until the time he wasn’t.
Hands tugging at his bound wrists were never comfortable, especially not when rough gloves brushed against torn skin, and pulled. And it was loud now. Didn’t they know his head hurt? All the noise only made it worse.
He’d stopped opening his eyes at some point, it took too much energy only to have them droop closed again, but he made an exception for the persistent fingers irritating his wrist.
You froze in your spot, eyes wide as if you were just caught stealing or cheating on someone. “Who told you that?” you asked, turning your head towards the brunette.
Taehyung smirked. “So you did.” He chuckled. “Jungkook came up to me and Jimin and practically apologized for kissing you. Jungkook never looked so scared in his entire life.” Taehyung shook his head, taking a bite out of his food.
Luckily today both of you were given lunchboxes by Seokjin.
You should meet him one day and thank him for the free, and definitely better food. You just need one of the guys to introduce you to him. You’ve never met him, and every little gathering the guys have, the two older ones were never able to make it. You would like to officially meet Seokjin since you dated, made out with, and is soulmates with three of his friends. You would also like to get to know Yoongi a bit more. You honestly don’t remember what he looks like.
“Don’t hate him. He was scared of his stalker,” you told him, closing your lunchbox.
“Cupcake, I’m not mad. Seeing how scared shitless Jungkook was of both me and Jimin, I felt bad for the kid. Plus, we’re not dating, so I can’t be mad who makes out, or fucks, my ex,” Taehyung casually said.
You let out a laugh of disbelief. “Thanks, Taehyung.”
Taehyung smiled, obviously satisfied with your reaction. “You’re welcome.” Taehyung took another bite of his food. “Jungkook told us what happened. No need to defend him. He made a smart choice in a situation that wouldn’t really hurt anyone.”
You stared at him for a moment, watching him as he chewed thoughtfully. “Would you have done that?”
He glanced up at you. “Done what?” he asked, food still in his mouth.
“If I wasn’t as close of a friend of yours—like if our relationship is like the one I share with Jungkook, would you have let me kiss you?” you asked him, resting your arms on the table.
Taehyung sat up fully, eyes focused on you. He watched you for a moment. As if he was taking your question seriously and thoughtfully rather than joke around like he normally would. “Yes,” he told you so confidently, so calmly it was surprising. “If I knew you had a stalker you didn’t want around, and you kissed me in order to get them to stop stalking you, I’d let you kiss me any day. Even if you were Jungkook.”
“Huh.” You relaxed your body. His statement completely caught you off guard. Honestly, you were not expecting it.
“I wouldn’t mind making out with you right now.”
There it is. Typical Taehyung.
“You are such a little—”
“Hey Jimin,” Taehyung said, looking up past you. You froze, eyes wide. He’s here? The two of you basically haven’t talked since you confessed. When he saw that you refused to move, Taehyung snorted. “You are so gullible,” he told you, propping an elbow on the table to rest his chin in his open palm.
You felt your jaw slightly drop in disbelief. “Fuck you,” you whispered harshly.