and the years steam down my face

You Are Mine

Request from @thedreamsofafangirl: Could you write an imagine where Draco gets sick but is allergic to the main ingredient in pepper up potion and y/n is a great potion maker and she nursed him back to health?

Sure thing :) thank you so much for your kind words!! it means a lot :D 

*I am so sorry this has been ages! It’s been in my drafts for like two months and I totally already thought i’d posted it 😬 thank you so much though!!*

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Done. - Bucky Barnes

request:  prompt one 25 38 41 buckyyy @aweways

summary: One training session with Bucky turns nasty and soon your ready to hand in your resignation. But does Bucky really want to see you go so soon? 

word count: 2.4k

warnings: angst / fluff / asshole!Bucky / fluffy!bucky /

“I just don’t see the point, Bucky!” Letting out a frustrated growl as the Soldier rolled his eyes again, I tucked my head behind my knees, trying to regain my vision and a healthy heart beat again.

For some reason today, Bucky was not letting me go down without a fight. Maybe it was the fact that I was his first ‘Trainee’ and he felt the need to get it right, or the fact that Steve supervised the training process and if I didn’t get better, he’d be disappointed. No one likes it when the Captain is disappointed, it felt as if you punched a kitten when I caused disappointment to gather in his baby blue eyes.

“Get it, now. I’m not kidding Charlie, now get up and keep going.” Embarrassment at my ass being kicked in our gym filled with all of us Avengers, training for the next deathly task we had to take.

The way he’d been kicking my ass, I was 90% sure my ass had vanished.

I had no ass to be kicked anymore, it had fallen off when he did his last move of literally kicking me in the ass so I’d stumble to the ground. I felt red flames on my cheeks, and the stare’s that were starting made me freeze.

I’d rather be smothered to death with a couch pillow than exerting any more energy in this session. I muttered to Bucky with my face hidden, my head was on my knees in pure shame.

“I can’t…”

“I’m sorry, what was that? I don’t think I heard you correctly!”

“I said, I can’t anymore…” A crack at the end gave my eyes the feeling to leak with salty drops of ‘weakness’. I didn’t want to become more pathetic than I already was, and crying was as pathetic as this moment could get for me.

“We don’t use ‘I can’t’ here. If you want to be an Avenger, then act like one, dammit!”

“I’m trying!” I cried out, finally looking up at the chocolate hair and glaring blue eyes that stared down at me with such intensity. Maybe I wasn’t good enough, maybe it was for the best if I left…

What the hell is wrong with you? Dammit. Okay.. well, maybe it’s best if you throw in the damn towel now. Before you get yourself and the rest of us killed out on missions!”

Bucky’s words stung, but what stung more was that no one raised an objection. They just were in some silent agreement with Bucky.


“If that’s what you think is best, then by all means…” I turned around to see the twin doors open by FRIDAY listening to our conversation. What a cold hearted bitch, that AI was…

The gym was deadly silent now, Sam stopped punching the bag that Steve was effortlessly holding. Tony wasn’t spotting Clint anymore at the weights and so Barton laid there, with his head poking up to watch Bucky and I exchange our heated argument. Breathing in heavily like everyone else was. The gym air felt thick now, to me. It was thick with pity.

I was stumbling to my feet now, holding onto my knees as I got up on my feet. I felt like the wind just got knocked out of my chest, just from these small movements. It was painful enough to have the attention of everyone in the room, but to be this feeble and vulnerable…this felt like a whole new level of humiliation that I’ve unlocked in a very cruel video game.

I prayed for someone to at least look at me and see I needed some help! No one met my eyes that spun while I stood still, even with the room spinning, no movement was heard throughout the gym, nothing but Bucky’s invisible shoving at me to get the hell out of this gym.

I was on my own, just like before. I have always been on my own. Even after I had joined this group of misfits, I was the one looking in from the outside.

I somehow made it to the gym door, and grasped onto it, catching my dying breaths. I felt like I was going to be sick, and I wasn’t going to shame myself further by vomiting on my exit out of this gymnasium hell.

I gathered a steady balance and immediately set myself off to the bathroom down the hall. It was private so I could sob with no interruptions. Getting there was easy. Throwing up was easier. Coming to terms with the fact that I’d just unveiled my weakness in front of the people I called, ‘family’? A family that frowned on weakness, by the way. That was something by mind couldn’t conquer, or convey. How was I ever going to get off of this cold tile and make it to my room? What was going to happen next to me? Would I be kicked off? Or just sent into filing mission reports with the nerds in the basement who all had this weird look of fascination every time they saw me bring them the files that needed to be written up. It creeped me out, and I really didn’t want to leave Stark tower, too.

“FUCK!” I yelled to the audience of the vacant bathroom. I hated this damn world right now, nothing could get worse. I was absolutely sure nothing would be worse than right now.

Today, though, the lord was mad at something I’d done in the past, I believe. Because after splashing my face with cold water, washing out my mouth and smoothing down my unpleasant post-gym hair-frizz, I walked out of the bathroom, ready to bolt to the elevators and get to my room as fast as possible.

However, I was blocked by a 200 lb mass of muscle that had been lingering outside the door, anxiously waiting for the lock to turn and for me to emerge.

I yelped and felt my tired knees buckle but before I smashed my body onto the tiling, I was caught by two strong hands. Two strong, strangely different in texture and temperature, hands.

“Woah, sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you.” Opening my eyes I was met with eyes that we’re the summer sky’s afternoon colored blue. The midnight’s bewitching sky was the color of straight hair that framed the face that those eyes belonged to.


“S-s-sorry,” I muttered, feeling a weird mix of anger, fear, and embarrassment inside my chest. I stood up as fast as I could and shook myself out of those, surprisingly comfortable, arms. “I came here to just say that what happened in the gym today was complete-”

“Save it. What you said in there was all true. So don’t apologize for shoving my face in a pie of reality…” I tried to push my way past the mass of man but Bucky put an arm up against the doorframe, blocking me once again.

Bucky’s face was drowning in confusion and frustration. He knew why I was so pissed and wanted to run, but he didn’t understand the words I let fall from my lips so freely.

“No! That not what I came to say-”

“What! More insults! Fine, then… bring it on. I’m dead inside already, you’re just trying to kill a corpse now, Barnes.”

Bucky felt devastated, did I really think that low of him? He sure made it easy to make it so I did, but he always believed I held onto a bit of light for him.

Apparently not.

“You think I came to insult you-”

“Why else would you speak to me!”

“Let me fucking finish a goddamn sentence and you’ll find out! Fuck! Why does everything turn into a fight with you!”

“Because you make it one, Bucky! I can never satisfy you in the gym. You never even glance at me anytime we pass each other. I don’t even remember a thank you after I saved you from that sniper you missed!”

“I didn’t miss him! I knew he was there, I was gonna knock his ass out!” I bellowed a fake laugh at Bucky’s attempt to gain himself some sort of manliness just because I let him live…men.

“Were you going to knock him on his ass before or after he released the trigger you wouldn’t even hear, letting a bullet hit you right in the pulmonary artery. I like to call that shot instant death… so when would it be, James!”

“Don’t talk to me like that and use my name as if we’re friends.”

Bucky sneered down at me. I had nothing left to lose. So, why not take a few verbal swings at the man who dashed my dreams of helping the world just one more time?

“What are you gonna do? Kill me? Hit me? Take me to Fury? Go ahead, do all three, I have nothing left, Bucky! In 24 hours I’m going to be homeless and you’ll be here, sleeping in night terrors that we all fuckin’ hear at night. So go ahead and hurt me. Hurt me like you did not even an hour ago in front of my used-to-be family…” I had tears running down my cheeks that were just two ripe tomatoes. I was breathless from my rant, making my chest rising up and down.

“I just wanted to fucking tell you that I’m sorry! I was a dick in there and I’ve been one since I met you. I wanted to clean our slate because you are an amazing fighter. One of the damn best, counting Romanoff and Barton. Look,”

Bucky absentmindedly tucked a tuft of hair that had fallen from my loosened braid, behind my ear. Leave his hand lingering near my cheek, wiping my tears away. This was no Bucky that I’d ever known, this was a new one, one that I thought I was going to meet two years ago, but I was met with passive aggressive Bucky. This… this was James Buchanan Barnes. Not Bucky, Barnes, Winter Soldier… just James B. Barnes.

“Then why tell me to leave? Why kick my ass in front of everyone, telling them I should leave?”

“Because! I- I was trying to save face… but like always, I went too far.”

“Wait, what?”

There was a pregnant pause before I heard a mutter come from Buck, “Punk read my diary…”

I couldn’t help the giggle that released from my tense chest, letting the steam that lingered in there, die down. I had no tears threatening to fall, and I had no shake in my voice. I felt… safe? No… I think I felt comfort, with Bucky right now. That was a first.

Bucky’s shoulders fell with no more tension tightening them. His face brightened, illuminating his usually flat, creamy, pale skin.

”I’m so sorry I hurt you. Verbally and physically… that the last thing I’d ever want to do to you… all I want is to protect you, give you a happy life. I don’t know where my head has been these last two years but seeing you walk out those doors… made me finally accept that I can’t be without you. You’re a chatterbox, an amazing midnight sandwich chef, a terrible dancer, a loving, kind person…”

Our bodies we’re moving closer to each word Bucky spoke, his metal hand now slithered it’s way to the small of my back, bringing me finally nose to nose with the man who kicked my ass an hour ago. Now confessing his feelings for me…

Bucky Barnes was not one to be subtle, I guess.

“What are you asking me, James?” I was dipping my foot into the pool again, testing my waters with him. This time, though, when I said his real name, a broad smile appeared, and the hold on me just got tighter, and stronger with a sense of desire awaiting in his grasp.

“I’m asking you, to forgive my horrible, facade, and accept me telling you that I’m crazy about you doll…” I let out a breathless laugh, almost astounded to hear such words come from his lips.

“What can I do to make it up to you? I’ll do anything, Even if it’s going to China and back for a chocolate bar… what can I give you? Do for you?” A smile on my face brought a laugh, I brought my hand to cup his worried face, stroking it to calm the pounding in his heart. “Just… kiss me where it hurts,” 

Bucky’s tentative eyes almost frantically started looking me up and down, trying to find a spot of pain. “Where does it hurt, doll?” 

“Right here…” I whispered. With a dip of my head and nudge of my nose on his cheek, I kissed him. Feeling no longer like I was being held in his embrace, I was now, just floating in thin air. His arm didn’t weigh me down it lifted me up. His lips didn’t hurt my heart, they made it pump in a thrilling manner. His eyes didn’t frantically search the room around us whenever they made a connection with mine, now they just stayed staring at me. Never leaving my big and bright, loving eyes that looked into his with desire.

I no longer felt lost, like I had no family. Like I was on my own. With Bucky, now, I had a home. And that home traveled with me when I left those blue eyes. My home only felt more secure when I was finally laying in these arms, talking about my day, the things that happened. The good and the bad.

I guess I had been looking for a home for so long I’d forgotten what home felt like…

My home was never a place, but a feeling. One that only your soulmate could ever give you. I’ve realized, now, that your soulmate can be that one person you’d thought hated with a passion.

I guess soulmates have a good way of hiding behind smoke and mirrors until the time is right, though.

a/n: Let me know your thoughts! I hope this one is a bit different then the normal asshole bucky suddenly becomes sweet!Bucky. I always love hearing from you guys! Never be afraid to hit me up!! 

Here’s what’s up next: Last part to @giftofdreams and I’s collaboration three part: A Hidden Hero: 1 & 2 

my last imagine: Keep Holding On


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Santa Hat

Pairings: Dean x reader

Warnings: Uh,.. fluff.

Word Count: 1,507

Requested:  @amanda-teaches  Hey hey! I would like to request a Dean x reader (shocker!). Could you do one where Dean goes to a bar or something on Christmas because he doesn’t celebrate and he meets the reader, so after that he loves Christmas because it becomes their anniversary?

A/N: I had fun with this. Thank you Amanda!!! I hope you like it, :) This is unbeta’d so all the mistakes are mine, I will probably reread it and then adjust later but I was too eager to get this out. 

Summary: Reader and Dean met on Christmas one year ago, now she happily makes Christmas cookies while Dean plans a devious present.


You licked your lips as an evil grin crossed your face, pulling out another batch of Christmas cookies as Dean sat at the table, helping you decorate them.

Not long ago Christmas had left you both with somewhat of a sour taste in your mouth, it was hard on both of you.

But now here you two were, happily celebrating the holidays together.

“You think these are enough cookies?” You asked the man, who was icing the cookies with a soft bluish colored icing. You smiled as his green eyes moved to meet yours.

He leaned over to get a better look at the three batches of cookies you had already cooked, the side of his mouth tugged slightly, his lower lip stuck out a tad as he made an unsure face before looking back up at you.

“Might need a couple more, just to be safe.” He said softly before his famous Dean Winchester smirk spread across his face, warming you faster than a cup of hot chocolate.

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Another one for you Jenna, hope you like it <3

55. You’re a nerd

“I can’t believe we’ve been going out for two years and I didn’t know this about you.”

Betty was pacing in her room, steam practically pouring from the top of her head. Jughead spread himself across the top of her bed as he watched her with an amused grin on his face.

“Betty, babe, it’s not that big of a deal,” Jughead said softly as he tried to calm her down, hoping she wouldn’t explode on him.

“How can you say that Jug? Harry Potter is the biggest deal. I can’t believe you haven’t read the books!”

“Or seen the movies,” Jughead added, amused by his girlfriend’s distraught reaction.

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For @acrknowyou​ I’m always startled by how utterly adorable and kind the eruris are, and Dust, you are way too precious. I’m so flipping in love with your art. (Also, is your internet name Dust? It’s what I’ve seen you called, and I keep picturing iridescent shimmery gold dust.)

ao3 because it’s long

“I’ve missed you” kiss & surprised kiss [sort of combined in a mess]

[~2.3k, College Study Buddy AU, tiny awkward Levi tries very hard, ft. Best Mom & very alive Kuchel]


Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts?
Just a cage of rib bones and other various parts.
So it’s fairly simple to cut right through the mess,
And to stop the muscle that makes us confess.

And we are so fragile,
And our cracking bones make noise,
And we are just,
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys.

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REQUESTED:  ‘Can you write an imagine about calfreezy and (y/n) finally dating after a few years of being really close friends. But can it be that harry like her too and they start to get close and this is when cal realizes he needs to lock it down with her. sorry if this is a weird request haha’

I knocked on the door, putting my phone back into my back pocket. As it opened I was instantly pulled into his chest, his arms wrapping around my small frame. 

“Y/N! I missed you!”

“I missed you too Cal.”

“Can I get you a drink? How was your Christmas?”

We exchanged small talk as I sat down on his sofa, watching him move around the kitchen. He told me about his Christmas, his family, what gifts he received this year and I told him about the same sort of thing. Eventually he glided over, sitting down next to me on the sofa. He placed the mug in my hands and I smiled as I felt the steam rise up against my face.

“So Y/n, enough small talk. What’s going on in your life?”

“What makes you think anything is going on?”

He took a sip of the hot chocolate, looking at me. “Oh come on. You always have something going on!”

I smiled, placing my cup down on the table in front of me and pulling my knees into my chest. 

“Okay, I guess there’s one thing.”

“ooooh okay, spill!”


His face appeared to drop. “Harry?”


“Um, what about Harry?”

“Well..I don’t know. He’s been texting me a lot lately.” I played with my fingers, avoiding Cal’s eyes. I don’t know why I felt so uncomfortable talking to him on this topic. Cal was my best friend, and I could speak to him about everything from sex to periods to insecurities. In the many years of our friendship I had thrown up on Cal, cried on Cal, let him see me in my underwear and even shared a flat with him for a year. But right now, talking to him about his best friend, I couldn’t feel more uncomfortable. The look on his face as he followed up with questions suggested he felt the same way.

“Texting you?” he asked, his face lacking the smile it held only a minute ago. “Saying what?”

“I don’t know, just like..asking me to go out for a drink and stuff. It’s probably nothing-”

“It’s never nothing with Harry. You know that Y/N.”

The conversation once again fell silent, and I avoided the eye that I could feel burning into me. However Cal wasn’t satisfied with my answer. 

“Are you gonna go through with it?” I looked up at him. “ you want him?”

“Cal it’s just texting-”

“That’s not what I asked.” His voice was blank and harsh, like he felt no affection towards me. Like I was nothing. This hurt me.

“Why are you so mad about this?” I sat up suddenly, not happy with the anger in his voice. Cal has seen my heart get broken by so many boys in the past, and now the one chance I have at maybe being happy, and he doesn’t wanna hear it. “What you don’t wanna see me happy?”

“Y/N of course I wanna see you happy!”

“Then what’s the fucking problem?”


The room was silent. Tension filled the dark winter air. 

“I love you alright! Is that good enough? What’s bothering me is that I love you, and you will never love me back. And I have coped with that for so long because having you as a friend was better than not having you at all. But having to sit back and watch one of my best friends have you when I’ve wanted you for so long? I can’t do that Y/n.”

Speechless I looked up at the boy, his face pale and vulnerable under the lights shining through the window. 

“Yeah, see. My point exactly.”

He stood up to walk away but I grabbed his arm, telling him to wait. He turned around to face me and I placed a hand on his face.

“I think I love you too.”

He instantly picked me up, holding me around his waist and pressing his lips onto mine. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his cologne. 

“Yep. I really do love you.” 


Prompt: Clash of social classes in which Luhan is poor

Genre: ??? I actually have no idea how to categorize this. Mild angst? Idek

Word Count: 1987

The first time you saw him, you had to do a double take.

Yeah, he had some dirt and grime smudged into his skin, clothes that had seen better days, and his hair looked like it hadn’t been washed in a while, but he was still cute. In fact, you didn’t look back at him because of his clothing status, or hair; there were plenty of other people on the streets like that. You looked back because he was handsome, and it wasn’t until you took the second glance that you noticed his ragged appearance. And putting both observations together caused confusion, or was it intrigue?

Whatever it was, it made you slow down because you began to stare.

He noticed.

You quickly looked forward again and began walking to the subway entrance a little bit faster, failing to see him duck his head to stare back at the ground as soon as your eyes met.

Every day, when you walked to the subway to go home, he was there, sitting against an old building, sometimes singing, and always a tin can for charity change which sat in front of him. Beside him, there lay an old, yet reliable backpack with rationed food, water bottles, a blanket, a jacket, and the money he received from yesterday.

Every day you’d pass by him, and every day the two of you would make fleeting eye contact.

It wasn’t until one day, a month later, that you got off work early and stopped to listen to him sing. He had his eyes closed, and he was leaning back with his hand folded over his chest. If he wasn’t singing, you’d think he was sleeping.

His voice was sweet and captivating and when he held out his last note, you found yourself wishing the song didn’t end.

He opened his eyes and looked up at you.

You startled back a step, blinking a few times, before clearing your throat and pulling out the first bill in your bag that your fingers felt to drop it into the can.

“You have a really nice voice,” you said with a friendly smile.

“Thanks. That took a while to say hello, though, not gonna lie.” He grinned back.

“Well…yeah, yeah it was. What’s your name?”

“Luhan. Yours?”

“Can I treat you to some coffee?”

It had been a couple weeks since you made acquaintances with Luhan, and every day on your way home, you would greet each other and whatever spare change you had was dropped into his can with soft, metallic clanking. Now you wanted to treat him to some coffee, spend a little free time together. He was cool.

“I don’t want to bother you with-”

“Nah, don’t worry about it, Luhan. I wanna hang out with you. Tell me a story or something.”

“Well…I guess, yeah. Sure. Thanks.”

“So where did you go yesterday?” You asked as he sipped his cup. “I didn’t see you at your spot.”

“I was at a hotel.”

“A hotel? Why?”

“To wash up. Once I save enough money, I can get a proper bed, a warm shower, TV, room service, though I rarely order it. I only get it if I really have enough.”

“So you only get to shower once every week or so?”

He took a long draw from the steaming cup before answering. “Warm shower,” he corrected. “I wash up whenever I can, and I take the little shampoo things from the rooms. But I go if I have enough. That’s after making sure I have enough to feed myself and get water and other essentials. Sometimes it’s choosing between a blanket or a bed. Winter can get pretty harsh, but people tend to be more generous around Christmas time. Sometimes I get enough to stay at a hotel for two days. Summer is the worst though. It’s hot and you’re all sweaty and gross and that just adds more negative appeal to your appearance.” He took another gulp.

You sat there, watching the steam rise and curl from your coffee, letting his words sink in.

“So you really are homeless?”

He chuckled. “Believe me. If I had a place to settle down, I would.”

“How long have you lived like this?”

“Hmmm…a couple years? I moved from my old spot because some of the guys there were getting troublesome and I like my face.”

“It’s a good face.”

“You know it,” he replied with a smirk. “But just so you don’t get the wrong idea,” his face grew serious again, “I don’t sit against that wall all day begging for money. It’s humiliating, honestly. Anyone who begs has to stuff down and even destroy whatever pride they have in themselves to ask strangers for money, and all we can be is thankful because without their charity…well, too bad the world revolves around wealth.”

“Would it…would it be too much to ask what happened?”

He shook his head. “Nah…not really. A lot of people actually have the same or similar stories.” He downed the last of his coffee and took a bite of the pastry you bought him. “Basically what happened was I made a bad investment at the worst time. I loaned my friend a good bit of money to help support him in his business that he wanted to start, and it had a good future if it wasn’t for the city’s economic downturn four years ago. His business was crushed, he couldn’t pay me back, a bunch of people like myself got laid off, I couldn’t pay for my bills or my home, and eventually I had to move out to the streets.”

“I’m so sorry that happened.”

“Yeah, I am too, but right now, the best I can do is just get by and save money as best as I can.” He took another bite and chewed slowly, staring at a spot on the table. “It’s funny,” he said after he swallowed, “most people who are homeless don’t actually live on the streets. Even I don’t stay out here for too long. I usually crash at a friend’s house, like most, but I felt bad for mooching all the time so I’m just…enjoying the fresh air…I actually know quite a few kids who are homeless too.”


“Mhmm. If parents lose their jobs, their homes, so do their kids. The sad thing is, since most places require a solid bank account and address and stuff, it’s really hard to get back on your feet once it’s gone. Believe me, not all of us are junkies or alcoholics. A lot of us are trying to get a home, a job, our lives back. Even people who work can be homeless too. I’m working, but housing can get really expensive in the cities so I’m saving as much as I can for a small apartment at least…sorry, I’m rambling.” He took another bite.

“No, it’s fine. It's…a bit of a perception change.”


“So what do you do.”

“Ambitiously washing dishes. My shift ends about half an hour before you pass by and then I sing a little sometimes, it helps.”

You finished your coffee. Here was this pleasant, friendly person with a nice sense of humor and a good heart, working as best as he could and still barely scraping by each day. A world revolving around money instead of character. And here you were working a solid job with great pay, with a huge inheritance from your family, and living in the penthouse suite of the chain of apartments your family also owned.

“Hey, Luhan?”


“I uh…my family actually owns quite a few apartment complexes, condos and such. I can see if we can give you an address to keep, I’m sure we can, and you can pay it off when you can and I can help you if you want. Please let me help you.”

He stared at you, wide-eyed and still processing. It took a few moments to for him to clear his throat to reply. His eyes hardened with cautious defense.

“Look, don’t take this the wrong way but homeless people can disappear easily and pretty much no one would notice. How do I know you aren’t gonna, I dunno, sell me or something. I don’t even know who you really are.

This startled you. “O-oh. Well, I…damn, I-I’m sorry. I didn’t think of how weird it might be for you but I, uh…”

You pulled out your phone and typed your family name into the search engine. You started laughing, unable to believe you were actually looking yourself up.

“Here. I know this is super weird and stuff but this is really me. I just, I just really want to help a friend out.”

He stared.

“What the fuck? You're…you’re rich? Like rich, rich! How-what?”

“I really-”

“No. Hold up. You’re super rich like, really fucking rich?”

“My family is. I still work.”

“But you-what are you, some billionaire philanthropist? What are you doing just talking with me over a cup of coffee? Shouldn’t you be living in some CEO penthouse suite for the rest of your life? Why do you use the subway? The fuck?!”

“My parents raised me to earn my money. My family is rich but I’m not so different from regular people either, and I guess I just got used to taking the subway. Seriously though, I…I wanna help you out.”

He chewed on his lip, turning the whole situation over in his mind.

“But I-I don’t have enough…well, enough anything to pay you back. Why would you-”

“Please. Don’t worry about it. Think of it like…like I’m making an investment. As long as you work hard.”

“You’re serious?”


“This isn’t some sort of joke, you’re actually gonna help?”

“Yes, I am. It’s just not fair for you, for anyone.”

He looked down. “The world isn’t fair, but damn.” He looked you in the eyes, his emotions swimming and you could tell he was forcing himself not to cry. “Thank you. Thank you so much. It’s been so hard when almost everyone passes by you without looking, and when they do it’s with pity or contempt or disgust. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I really don’t know how to thank-” His voice broke and he began sobbing, biting back the sounds that wanted to escape from his throat. He just hid his face in his hands, as his shoulders shook with the weight of life being lifted off, even if it was just a little.

You had invited him to your penthouse suite for a warm dinner and a nice shower and the spare bed while everything got sorted out.

You changed into something more comfortable and when you left your bedroom, you found him standing close to the window wall. He looked down, watching the night lights of the city, the moving life so far beneath him.

“It’s beautiful,” he said quietly.

“Yeah,” you stood next to him and looked down. “Yeah, it is.” Seeing the city from so far up in his point of view, his view that was always on the stained concrete, it really was very beautiful.

“Maybe that’s why so many people in this position are ruthless, thinking they’re better than the rest of us,” he whispered mostly to himself. “They’re just so used to looking down on everyone. And everyone seems to have to look down on someone else to feel better about themselves…isn’t it sad?”

You could only nod and you stared at the breathing lights below.

“Thank you for not being that kind of person, and don’t let the fleeting image of money or power cloud your kindness. Because anyone. Anyone can become homeless. Who are we to put our security in bits of paper and the intangible concept of ownership. All our stuff will go to someone else sooner or later, so why should it matter so much?”

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request: john laurens x reader, soulmate AU

notes: made it a female reader because it wasn’t specified :) [F/N] is your first name, [L/N] is your last name, and [F/L/N] is the first initial of your name.

warnings: none

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Forgot (Kyungsoo)


I just knew he had something really nice planned for me today. This morning, Kyungsoo woke up before I did and made me some pancakes before he left for work. But the thing was, he didn’t say anything special. He just gave me a kiss on the cheek and left. I was expecting a huge “Happy birthday, my love!!” but it didn’t happen. It’s been hours and he hasn’t sent me a text or anything.

So, instead of assuming the worst, I assumed the best and hoped that he was planning something when I get home. I went through the whole day of work constantly checking my phone whenever it vibrated to see if it was him, but every time, it was a friend.

It was time for me to clock out and I couldn’t do it any faster. After punching out, I was hurrying home in hopes of seeing him at the door with a present or something. I returned back home with the lights out and everything dark. My face lit up before waking towards the door, anticipating him to jump out and yell, “Surprise!” but it didn’t happen. I turned the key to my house and nothing jumped out. The lights did not turn on and there were no balloons anywhere. His shoes were not here which means he was still at work.

I was a bit disappointed since he didn’t do anything but the hope was still there because there was only a few hours left before my birthday is over. I dialed his number and placed the phone to my ears.

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Morning showers

I woke up to the sound of water running, rolling over I splayed my arm across the other side of the bed expecting to feel the warm and solid body of my boyfriend. All I was greeted with was with nothing but cold sheets. Propping myself on my elbows I look towards the bathroom door where the sound of water is coming from. swinging my legs over the side of the bed my feet met the fluffy carpet, goosebumps erupted over my bare legs, stretching my arms above my head until I felt a satisfying pull. I sigh and look to the clock on my bed side table 9:30 am, my eye catches the moving photograph on my beside, a young man with ink black hair up in a bun has his leather jacket clad arms wrapped around my waist from behind, he nuzzles my neck pulling back to smile a dazzling smile, eyes creasing in the corners as picture me laughs and tries to get away from the scratchy feeling of the beginning of scruff growing on his chin. I smile fondly at the memory, me and Sirius have been together for three years now since the beginning of our sixth year of Hogwarts. We live together in a medium sized apartment perfectly comfortable for two. I stand up and make my way around the messy king sized bed and towards the bathroom door. I walk into the steam filled room and reach down into the cupboard under the sink for a towel. As I straightened up Sirius peeked his head through the shower curtain. ‘‘Morning, love”, I smiled tiredly at him, hanging up my towel on the towel rack next to his. Sirius watches my movement before a cheeky smile forms on his face “you comin to join me love” he says running a hand through his wet hair, slicking it back in the process. I eyed the muscles in his arm, jumping and tensing as he moved his arm, my eyes flitted to his tanned chest, water dripping down. I felt a tingle between my thighs and found myself pressing them together subconsciously, “mhm” I answered back as I pulled my hair from its messy bun, running a hand through it to untangle any knots. I reached for the hem of Sirius’s shirt that I wore to bed last night, pulling it over my head I felt the cold air on my full breast the nipple pebbling, reaching down and slipping off my black panties. I look to Sirius who’s been watching me the entire time. His eyes glazed over and jaw clenched, I feel a shiver run down my spine and this time it’s not from the cold air. He’s seen me naked hundreds of times but his eyes always have the same effect on my body. “come ere them” he orders, he pulls the curtain aside to allow me in, I bite my lip and walk into the shower. As soon as I’m in reach of Sirius he wraps his hand behind my neck and pulls me into the stream of warm water, I gasp as the water hits my skin instantly waking me up. Sirius tugs me closer so or wet bodies are pressed up against each other, my nipples hardened against his warm skin, Sirius hums his appreciation. I wrap my arms around his torso and grin up at him “hi” I giggle peacefully, Sirius smirks and uses his other hand to push wet tendrils out of my face before craning his neck and touching his forehead to mine. We don’t say anything for a while, just basking in the warm water, eyes closed, forehead to forehead, nose to nose. It’s only interrupted when I feel a kiss on my nose and then  light kisses being peppered over my cheek and down my neck, I open my eyes and whisper “what are you up to, Mr. black” as I try to contain a moan “Nothing love, just loving on ye” he mumbles against my neck before sucking on the spot behind my ear he knows to well. That time I don’t try to hold back the moan, I feel Sirius grin against my neck before licking the angry red mark he left. He ducks his head quickly to connect his lips with mine, I sigh into the kiss the feel of his pillowy lips against my slightly chapped one. I drag both my hands up his chest, around his neck and into his silky wet hair, scratching my nails gently at the roots. Sirius groans into my mouth sliding his calloused hands down my back squeezing and massaging my backside. Tugging his head closer to mine, I gently nibbled on his bottom lip molding his lips against mine plucking and massaging our lips together. I felt his tongue trying to coax my mouth open, I opened my mouth and let him in, exploring my mouth and massaging our tongues together. I untangle one of my hand from his hair and slide it down his torso, down his toned stomach before reaching coarse curls that led down to his stiffening member. I wrap my hand around his cock and give it a little squeeze. Sirius hisses and pulls back from my mouth, the hand that’s in my hair tightens and pulls my head back to meet his hooded eyes. “you want something, love?” he growls hoarsely, “I want you in my mouth” I moan breathlessly sliding my hand up and down his hard cock. “you wanna wrap that pretty little mouth around my cock, is that it sweetheart?”, I moan helplessly “ please” I beg quietly “please, I want it I want it”. its a whine and its pitiful. Sirius groans loudly and tilts his head back, you know damn well what begging does to him. “All right love, get on your knees for me then”, you drop down onto your knees the cold wet floor slightly scrapes your knees, but you could give two shits right now. His cock is hard and heavy in your hand, the pink tip leaking pre cum. You swipe your thumb the tip collecting it. You bring your thumb to your mouth and suckle the slightly salty substance off your thumbs. Sirius moans, he’s starting to get a little fidgety you realize with smug satisfaction. You lean down and give his head a little lick, you feel his cock twitch in your hand, “you taste good” you whisper throatily, eyes connecting with his. Sirius throat bobs as he swallows thickly “yeah?, open wider so you can get a better taste” he whispers hoarsely. Eyes still connected to his, you lean down and open your mouth wider, taking his head in your warm wet mouth. You suckle firmly on the tip and release it with a wet pop before opening wider and taking more of him in your mouth. After a moment the only sound in the bathroom are the water still running and the wet sound your making as you work him up and down. “Merlin, fuck” Sirius hisses, sliding his hand into your hair “ that good for you, sweetheart huh”. All you can do is moan softly savoring the weight of him in your mouth, “taking me so good, fuckin’ hungry for it aren’t ye?”. You moan lowly releasing him and licking a long stripe on the underside of his cock, before reattaching your mouth to the bursting red tip suckling harshly. Sirius hisses sharply tightening his hand in your, blunt nails scratching against your skull, and you revel in the burn against your skull. “Easy love, wanna last for ye ok?” you ignore him and tighten your lips around him, relaxing your throat and trying to take as much of him in your throat as possible. Your nose reaches the dark coarse hair at the base of him, as you deep throat him. Sirius hunches over, mouth open and eyes screwed shut,”bleedin, fuckin hell” Sirius swears loudly. His chest heaving up and down  rapidly, you bob your head up and down him. Gliding over his spit covered cock, his hand pushes lightly on your head urging you on. You release him and Sirius whines, a genuine honest to god whine. You lick the underside of him before flicking your tongue against one of his balls, attaching your mouth and suckling gently. Sirius jerks stiffly caught off guard “Merlin, fuckin Christ” “m’gonna cum” you quickly wrap your lips around his tip and bob your mouth sloppily up and down his length. “So wet….just like your fuckin cunt, when I’m balls deep in ye” Sirius moans breathlessly. You feel his thick member pulsing, you look up at him and his head is tilt back, eyes screwed shut and jaw tense. You know he gonna cum, you grip the rest of him with one hand and jerk him firmly while you suckle harshly on the end of him “m’gonna….” he doesn’t get to finish his sentence before his body is shaking, his eyes roll back in his head as he’s spouting incoherent profanities. The streams of his seed are hot, heavy and thick, his hand tightens in your hair unconsciously pushing you closer. Your eyes water and you sputter, pulling away before swallowing every bit of him. Sirius slumps against the tile wall, completely and utterly spent. Sirius strokes your cheek tenderly before helping you up on slightly trembling limbs, he pulls you closely and peppers kisses over your cheeks and neck “thank you, thank you…” he say in between kisses. He pulls back slightly before meeting your eyes ;“ “your turn, beautiful” he whisper while connecting his lips to yours.

The Girl Who Cried Wolf:Peter Parker Short Fic: Part 4

The Girl Who Cried Wolf

Peter Parker x Stark!Fem!reader. (Described as curvy but obviously can be any body type and gender, just changed the words in ur head x)


Warnings for all parts: Mental Health, swearing, probs some violence at some point, emotional/physical/sexual abuse, sexual nature (consent), emmm emotional rollercoaster throughout. I think that’s it?? Please tell me if not.

If part has triggering parts for sensitive reads I will say.

This one is going to be emotional as it will go into slight detail about Y/N’s childhood. Mentions of physical/emotional/sexual abuse. Please don’t read if sensitive to any. Best thing to do is tell someone. ALSO FLUFF.

Also idk about this part, I don’t think my writing is very good and I seem to be repeating words a lot which really bugs me. But please still read as it’s important to the story line, I hope you enjoy ❤️

*Readers p.o.v*

I ran into my room and slammed the door then slid to the floor. I don’t want dad to think I’m weak and that I can’t handle myself, because deep down I know I’m not. I know how strong I am… even if recently I’ve not been feeling strong. All I do now is cry and scream then cry some more.

“Y/N?” A voice said from the other side of my door. I wiped my eyes and stood up then pressed my head against the door.

“Peter?” I asked in a quiet voice, I really just wanted to be alone right now but it’s Peter.

“Yeah it’s me, can I come in?” He asked his voice slightly higher than normal. I let out a sigh and l leaned over to the key pad, I pressed my thumb against it and the slide door opened. I quickly hid my hand again even though he’s already seen it.

“Are you okay?” He asked and scratched the back of his neck. I nodded tears starting to build up again, I desperately tried to make them stop but nothing was working.

“You don’t seem it Y/N” Peter whispered and stepped further into my room then the door closed after him. I watched him looked around my room in awe, I let out a sigh as I saw the innocence in his eyes. All I want to do right now is tell him everything about my childhood, all I want to do is cry on his shoulder and let him wrap his arms around me. But I can’t, I don’t want to be a charity case.

“I am” Was all I said and started to play with the ends of my jumper. I turned my head upwards to look into his eyes once again.

“So Mr Stark is your dad, I can’t believe you-” I couldn’t help myself as I ran forward  and wrapped my arms around his shoulder.

“Help me Peter, please” I cried into his shoulder as his own arms pulled me closer.

“Help you with what?” He whispered in my ear as he ran his fingers through my hair.

“Help me forgot!” I yelled slightly as everything came out. I gripped on to him tighter as I cried more. I don’t know how long we stood there as Peter whispered things in my ear trying to calm me down but nothing was working.

“Hhem” Someone cleared their throats from behind us, Peter pulled away so quickly that I nearly fell over from the force of which he pushed me slightly. I saw my dad looking at us with a raised eyebrow.

“Mr Stark-” Peter tried to say but stopped when I ran into my fathers arms.

“I’m sorry Daddy, it’s just he said the words. He said the fucking words that he used to say to me!” I yelled into his chest as I sobbed. Dad started to stroke my hair.

“I know, I’m sorry that I let him say them words in the first place. I came to tell you that I have to go for the day, something came up. Natasha will be here until I get back which should be tomorrow as well as Vision. Rhodey as well but he can hardly walk.” He added with a smirk. I nodded and pulled away to look at Peter.

“Can Peter stay for a bit? I mean if that with you Peter” I mumbled the last bit and turned red from realising what I just said.

“Yeah I’d love to! If that’s okay with you Mr Stark..” Peter said a bit too loudly. I turned back to dad with a small smiling hoping he’ll say yes. I need someone right now.

“Yeah um sure of course. But Parker if I find out that you do anything to or with my daughter-”

“Dad!” I shouted blushing as I saw Peter’s reaction, he looks embarrassed of course he would never do anything like that with me…

“Mr Stark nothing will happened, I promise” Peter mumbled. The next thing that was heard was Dad’s phone, he glanced at it and sighed.

“I have to go sweetie” He said giving me one last hug and a smile, I watched him walk out the door and stared until it shut. I turned to Peter with a fake smile.

“You want to watch something?” I asked and started to walk over to my queen sized  bed then picked up my tv remote. I looked over to him with a small smile but started to blush when he gazed at me with a ‘are-you-serious’ look.

“Oh em we don’t have to if you don’t want to” I mumbled and turned away from him embarrassed. I heard him walk over to me.

“No, no, no it’s just I want you to talk to me. It’s not good keeping everything in, it’s obviously destroying you Y/N” He said and slowly sat down next to me, keeping his distance. I nodded knowing that he’s right.

“I just don’t like talking about it” I whispered, but I wanted to tell him everything and let everything out.

“Why Y/N? I’m your friend and I care about you so much. Please tell me, I want to help” He said and moved closer to me slightly, I turned to glare at him lightly. Annoyed that he’s pushing me slightly.

“My mum was a sex worker and when I was nine one of her clients came into my room after a session then kissed me!” I yelled but stood up to try and move away from him. I couldn’t face him, why did I say that? It was silent for a couple of minutes.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Peter asked, his voice cracking a little. I spun around in shock, he wants to talk about it?

“You don’t mind?” I asked and walked over to the edge on my bed where Peter had moved to. I sighed and sat down after he nodded.

“I don’t mind” He confirmed with a small smile but his eyes showed slightly pain.

“O-okay, well as I said I was nine. He and mum had just finished whatever they were doing, and they were both drunk as well as high I don’t know where mum went but she’d just gone out. Probably to buy some more coke from the drug dealer a couple of doors down but anyway Caleb stayed, Caleb being his name by the way.” I added, I took a deep breath and glanced toward Peter who was tearing up slightly.

“Don’t cry” Was all I said, I saw him harshly wipe his eyes.

“Sorry, sorry. It’s just you mean a lot to me like I care about you so much and I can’t believe you’ve been through all this” Peter whispered, I blushed at his words.

“You care about me?” I asked in a small voice with a small smile. Maybe he likes me back?

“Y-yeah like a friend of course” He said quickly causing my smile to fall.

“Of course” I said back. It went quiet for a couple of seconds before I carried on with my 'story’.

“Caleb stumbled into my room as I was reading Harry Potter, I remembered being scared because he was really big and tall. His eyes were full of lust and his blonde shoulder length hair was a mess. H-he got on his knees and crawled o-over to me and I stared to yell at him to stay away. I started to kick at him as he got on my bed but all he did was pin me down and whisper in my ear 'Come on baby, don’t be scared’.” I let out another sob and covered my mouth. Peter tried to wrap his arms around me again but I pushed him away gently shaking my head.

“I’m fine, I just haven’t talked about it in this much detail in a couple of years.” I said but then took a deep breath.

“He started to tickle me but then k-kissed me. I tried desperately to get him off me and tried to remember what dad taught me in self defence class, but my mind was blank. I-I don’t really know what happened next but he tried to stick his tongue down my throat a-and his hands started to get lower. My instincts kicked in and I kneed him in the stomach then punched him repeatedly in the face.”

“He fell off my bed and I climbed on top of him and grabbed the nearest thing to me, which was a book, and started to hit him over and over and over again. The next thing that happened was a policewoman pulling me off him” When I finished explaining, I looked back over at Peter who’s face was red with anger as well as angry tears steaming down his face.

“D-did he go to jail?” He finally said with a quiet voice. I nodded.

“Only for a year, he didn’t actually rape me so he couldn’t get a longer sentence. Dad had to get the best lawyer in America just for him to get that. I stayed with dad for a couple of months and I was home schooled for them months but somehow mum won the custody battle and I went to live with her again.” Peter looked at me with wide eyes.

“So he’s out?!” I shook my head. I closed my eyes taking another deep breath.

“When he got out, he was still one of mums clients. Mum didn’t know it was him though cause he gave her a fake name, cut his hair, dyed it as well and lost a lot of weight. He was practically unrecognisable.” I mumbled the last bit. I heard him sigh.

“He did it again didn’t he?” All I could do was nod, more tears started to fall as more sobs escaped my mouth.

“I was twelve, h-he didn’t stop this time. The only way I knew it was him was because he said them words, 'Come on baby, don’t be scared’. I lashed out on Flash because s-said them words to me” I looked at him again with a small smile.

“He’s in prison now, I told dad after it happened and now he’s got thirty years. But every time I see someone who looks like him I get emotional and have to get away from them as quickly as possible.” I started to pick at my nails as silence washed over us again. This is the first time I’ve told someone what happened that isn’t the police or my dad. What if he tells everyone? What if he thinks I’m a slut for not trying harder to stop him? What if-

“Can I hug you?” He asked, I nodded as I looked into his eyes. They were so soft and loving, I wanted his arms around me all a sudden. My heart beat increased as his arms went around my shoulder pulling me into his chest.

“Thank you for listening to me Peter” I mumbled into his chest, he ran his fingers through my hair and I calmed down listening to the sound of his heartbeat. Which was going surprisingly fast for some reason.

“Anytime, if you ever need to talk I’m always here.” Peter whispered in my ear.

“My mum is missing” I blurted out suddenly causing him to pull away from me to look into my eyes.

“How long?” He asked and gently took my hand in his, my cheeks started to heat up as his fingers intertwined with mine.

“About a week, I only stay here when dad can have me which is mostly weekends but when I got back from dads last week and she wasn’t there. She left a note saying how she’ll be back soon, but a week later and she’s not back. I rang dad earlier today cause I ran out of food and couldn’t find any money.” I said only looking at our hands, too embarrassed of my mum to look at him.

“You know if you ever just want to get away from it all you could em always come to mine and we can watch Star Ward and em eat junk food, we can like also study and-” I cut off his adorable rambling by leaning in to kiss his cheek.

“I’d really like that” I whispered but realised what I just did, he looked at me with wide eyes.

“I’m sorry” I said taking my hand away from his but he stopped me by gripping onto it tighter.

“It’s okay” We stared at each other for a while with little smile on our faces, I bit my lip and finally looked away blushing. Peter cleared his throat and moved away slightly as he seemed to have moved closer.

“Are you going to school tomorrow?” He asked, I shrugged and licked my drying lips.

“I em don’t know, like I’ll see how I feel in the morning. I am worried about my mum though like she’s gone out before but only for a couple days, never this long” I mumbled not wanting to look at him for some reason.

“Well if you don’t I can stop by tomorrow with some work you know if you want” Peter said his voice a little squeaky, I looked up at him with a smile.

“Yeah I want you to” I whispered, we stared at each other again and I noticed the little freckles above his chocolate brown eyes. I felt myself look down at his lips as Peter started to move closer again, I felt my hands start to get sweaty and my body temperature rising. Was this really about to happened?

'WHEN YOUR TALKING TO YOUR GIRLS, DO YOU TALK ABOUT ME?’ The voice of Luke Hemmings sung causing us to jump apart. I looked around to see where the music was coming from, I turned towards Peter when the music stopped.

“Em hey Aunt May” I tried to hide my giggle as from his neck upwards was blood red. I could obviously only hear his side on the conversation but I tried to act like I wasn’t listening as he kept on glancing at me nervously

“I’m at Y/N’s- yes her. Yeah…yes- alright I’ll see you in a bit. Bye May love you” He mumbled in embarrassment. He hung up the phone and gave me a sheepish smile.

“I like your ringtone” I giggled, he bit his lip slightly making my heart flutter.

“Thanks, em that was my aunt. She wants me back home” I sent him a fake smile, I wanted him to stay longer.

“Of course, em I’ll see you tomorrow maybe” I said blushing once again, I stood up and walked over to the door then pressed my thumb against the touch screen key pad to open the door.

“Shit that’s awesome” Peter gushed walking over, I laughed at his dorky personality.

“Yeah, dad likes to keep me safe.” It went quiet again as Peter rocked on his feet.

“Well I’ll em see you tomorrow then” He finally said with a bright smile, I nodded.

“Bye” I whispered, he turned around to walk away but I suddenly called his name. He looked back around at me with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah?” I sighed then walked over to him and hugged him whilst giving him another kiss on the cheek. His arms rested on my waist still as I pulled away slightly.

“Thank you Peter, you’re a really good friend” I smiled, his eyes went wide. He nodded once again.

“E-em I-it’s okay you know. You’re a really good friend too! Like really good…em yeah” I laughed and stood back from him to walk back into my room.

“See you later Pete” I giggled then sent him a wave and walked back into my room as the door closed behind me I let out a small scream of excitement.

*Peter’s p.o.v*

“Ned you won’t believe what just happened!” I shouted into the phone as I sat on top of a building about five minutes away from the avenger facility.

“Peter? I thought you had you know 'the stark internship’” Ned said into the phone whispering the end.

“Dude I was but Y/N was there-!” I tried to say but he cut me off. I rolled my eyes but I couldn’t be angry right now.

“Dude shut up! Y/N kissed my cheek and like we hugged loads and we nearly kissed, I swear we nearly did!” I yelled slightly all in one breath.

“Are you serious dude?!” Ned shouted into the phone. I laughed and opened my mouth to say something.

“Wait how come Y/N was there?” Ned said again, I pulled a face to myself. Shit what am I gonna say?

“Em well emmm fuck it. Y/N is Mr Stark’s daughter but like seriously don’t say anything. Anyway she was upset for personal reasons and Mr Stark said I could stay with her and she kissed my cheek then like kept on hugging me. She was crying which you know made me upset but she giggled and shit when I said stuff.” I rambled on too excited to take breaths.

“You’re so lucky, you’ve been crushing on her forever. And don’t worry I won’t tell anyone about her being Tony Starks daughter, I’m good at keeping secrets” Ned laughed, I chuckled myself and stood up to see how high the building is. I then looked at the sky to see it getting dark.

“Right I have to go Ned, May wants me back and I’m still upstate. I’ll ring you later.” I said, I lifted my arm to see my watch. The next bus to queens is in ten minutes.

“Okay, dude you’re gonna have to tell me in more detail what happened as in how she hugged you and shit.” He said. I rolled my eyes slightly.

“Sure Ned, I promise. Right have to go bye” I said and hung up, I put my phone back into my pocket with a smile on my face but it soon fell as I remembered why Y/N hugged me and kissed my cheek.

How could someone do such a disgusting thing, she was twelve for fucks sake. If that guy ever gets out of prison, I literally don’t know what I’d do. To be honest I’m scared, scared that I might kill him.

My smile soon returned though as I thought of her smile as we said goodbye to each other, my cheek still tingling from where her soft lips had pressed against the skin.

I bit my lip at the memory of us leaning into each other, what if Aunt May didn’t ring would we of kissed. I wonder how far we would of gone… No! I can’t think like that, she must feel so vulnerable around any physical contact. I let out a sigh and swung down to the ground and landed behind the building. I readjusted my clothes then walked into the semi busy street without being noticed.


Omg I hated my writing in this chapter! 😩😩 especially the end I found it really hard sorry but it’s an important part in this little story. I don’t know how many more parts there are going to be but I think quite a few more. Thanks for reading x.

Tags: @purplekitten30 @i-just-wanna-run-hell and omg I’m so sorry there was one more person but I’ve lost ur name, please message me again and I’ll write it down. So sorry 😳  

I still love him - Tom Holland (au)

Warnings: I think there might be some cuss words in there… not 100% sure tho
Request: Nopeee
A/N I got this from Lana Del Rey’s I still love him aka the monologue from the end of National Anthem… BUTTT you can look up I still love him and find the audio I based this off of!

Let me know how you feel about this because I really really really like this one.

You were 16, about to be 17 when you met Thomas. He was a beautiful young spirit, you both knew you were in love as soon as your eyes met for the first time, all it took was that first glance. A couple years passed and you two were growing up, yes you two were together, you had been for years. Things were harder now, you were facing more problems as you both slowly grew not only up, but apart. 

 At 22 years old it all ended, “Tom, Tom! You can’t just leave like this!” You screamed as you tried grabbing at his arm, praying in your head that he would decide that it’s not the end. “Why? Why can’t I leave? I don’t love you anymore, there’s no more us! Why can’t you see that?” He shouted and yanked his arm away from your grip. You tried to blink back the tears but they just cascaded down your face as you open your mouth to speak “ Be-Because we have so much history we can’t just end it, we can’t just forget that we ever existed! You can’t.. You can’t leave me Tommy, please.” But it was to late, he left.

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Falling Asleep At The Desk

Nightmares had been consuming your nights for weeks, ever since you had been forced to shoot dead a 14 year old boy. You tried to get sleep at night, but each and every time you tried you found yourself to be plagued by the face of the boy. In the end you just gave up even trying to sleep, a few minutes here and there you managed to grab on the jet but soon even going home became less and less appeasing. Soon you were staying at the office later than the rest, although not as late as Hotch.

It was Friday night and you had been sitting drowsily at your desk reading through your remaining case files, the next thing you knew a warm pressure was on your shoulder shaking you.

‘Y/N… Y/N’ a familiar voice was saying. Opening your eyes you were met with the concerned face of Hotch, making you straighten up in alarm rubbing your eyes.

'Wha… what time is it?’ you said blinking at Hotch.

'11’ said Hotch 'I was just about to head home when I saw you, what’s going on Y/N?’

'It’s nothing, just getting some shut eye’ you said pitifully avoiding eye contact.

'When was the last time you got some decent amount of sleep? And don’t lie to me Y/N’ said Hotch looking at you with concern.

'I don’t know, the nightmares…’ you sighed your chin dropping to your chest as you admitted your problems to your boss and friend.

'Hey, got sit up in my office I’ll make us some tea and we can have a chat’ said Hotch softly guiding you to your feet.

You and Hotch have been close friends for years, so you felt no awkwardness settling into the couch in his office and waiting for him. After a few minutes Hotch entered the office with two steaming mugs of tea, nudging the door shut with his foot before placing the mugs down on the coffee table and settling onto the couch next to you.

'These nightmares, you’ve been having them since the Dobson case haven’t you?’ said Hotch turning to face you slightly.

'I just… can’t stop seeing his face every time I close my eyes’ muttered sadly leaning forward elbows resting on your knees.

'There are always cases that get to us more than others, but Y/N you should have said something sweetie, I could have helped’ Hotch spoke softly trying to sooth you.

You didn’t respond keeping your position and bowing your head, one of Hotch’s hands rested on your back and began to rub up and down in soothing circles. Enjoying the motion you shuffled closer to Hotch’s warm body, feeling Hotch’s other hand slide into one of yours entwining his fingers with your own, squeezing them softly.

'Aaron what do I do so they go away?’ you asked melting into Hotch’s side allowing him to wrap his arm around your shoulders.

'Come and stay with me, Jack’s away at a friends tonight, maybe having someone there will help’ said Hotch speaking softly drawing you further into his embrace before releasing you slowly.

'Let’s finish the tea, and then we can go’ said Hotch leaning back in the couch with you drinking your tea together.

'Thank you Aaron’ you said gratefully smiling softly.

Hotch returned your smile 'anytime Y/N, anytime’