Plot: Y/N feels overwhelmed and doesn’t know how to let her Harry know.
I combined my own idea with a request about H hearing Y/N admit something over the phone.
Hint before reading: Take a moment and think of that one thing that’s overwhelming you right in this moment, the one thing that makes your stomach feel sick and the one thing that keeps you up at night. Okay now you can read it.
Pic isn’t mine but I like to think that it is.
“Are you sure everything’s alright?”
My throat dried when I allowed my eyes to meet with his sparkling green orbs and the pure worry in them made it difficult not to tear up. With a deep breath I forced myself to smile.
“Everything is fine, Harry,” I promised him, my tone just sweet enough for it to cover up the lie, “It was a long day.”
“Again?” Harry inquired quietly.
“Again.” I tried to laugh but got up to walk to the kitchen when I failed.
Ever since the beginning of this week there had been a heavy and uncomfortable feeling settled at the bottom of my stomach making me feel so sick at times I believed I would vomit. But I couldn’t let it show.
“Do you want some tea?” I called towards him.
“Sure, yeah. Thanks, beautiful.”
With trembling fingers I reached for the kettle and I closed my eyes in hopes of calming down enough to keep my distraught emotions a secret. And what better than a hot cup of tea? There was nothing I loved more than spending time with Harry and if I could I would have him near me at all times. I felt myself long for him when he was gone, fantasized about being in his presence when I wasn’t and when I had him I felt at peace. Momentarily. Harry made me feel warm and without knowing it he’d become the only person who managed to decorate my face with an honest smile. We hadn’t been dating for long, only a couple of months, and it was true that we were happy. Never before had I felt this close to another person, never before did I trust somebody with my whole heart and no one had ever understood me the way that Harry did. Harry was my everything. And still I couldn’t find it in me to trust him with my worried mind.
It wasn’t that I thought Harry wouldn’t be kind. I knew if I were to tell him that I couldn’t find any peace and that not even the nights provided me with rest, he would try all he could to be supportive. What held me back from confiding in him was how utterly ridiculous I felt. Harry had so much going on in his life, he was under constant pressure and given even more from all sides and all at once and still he never uttered as much as one word in complaint. Me? I felt like crying when dealing with what was so minor compared to other people’s problems. How could I possibly admit this without making a fool of myself?
“Y/N?” I heard Harry’s voice call for me.
My breath hitched and I quickly finished both of our teas. “Coming!”
Hearing my friend’s voice over the speaker of my phone relaxed me. At least a little. Kat hadn’t had the time to talk properly in a while due to her job taking up a lot of space in her life and selfishly it felt good to hear that I wasn’t the only person who wasn’t having the best week.
“So anyway,” Kat spoke, “Things took a turn to the better when the guy I told you about showed up again. I think he recovered form the flu or something.”
“I’m glad to hear that.”
She chuckled. “I bet your day gets better the moment you have Harry around to comfort you.”
“Well,” I sighed, “Having him around does bring me joy.”
When my voice quivered I knew I messed up.
Kat cleared her throat. “What’s the matter? Does he not understand or what?”
“I’m sure he would,” I muttered.
I didn’t reply. Kat laughed breathlessly.
“You seriously didn’t tell him? Y/N, he’s your boyfriend! And if I receive text after text about how shitty everything is going for you then something really must be up.”
A lump formed in my throat and I let out a small whine. “I don’t know how to talk to him about this thought.”
I shrugged even though she couldn’t see. “Harry has so much going on in his life. Never does he get a break not even on his days off. How could I burden him with my stupid and silly problems when his mind is full of much more important things?”
“Because he’s your boyfriend!” Kat repeated.
“Is that your answer to everything?”
“In a relationship it’s about being there for each other,” Kat lectured, ignoring my words, “You support him constantly. It’s time you let him do the same for you.”
My head snapped up at the noise of my front door opening and then falling shut.
“Y/N? You home, baby?” My heart fluttered at his voice.
“That’s Harry,” I quickly informed Kat, “I got to go.”
With fast steps I walked further into the bedroom and away from where I could hear Harry moving closer towards me.
“Of course,” Kat said and I could hear the smile in her voice, “Just remember. You have to be honest with Harry and tell him how you feel. Otherwise you’re being unfair to him.”
“I know,” I agreed lowly, “I know you’re right.”
Harry’s knuckles lightly knocked onto the wooden door and I turned around to look at him with a smile growing on my face. He looked insanely good. His hair was tousled from the clod wind I knew was tormenting outside, his upper body adorned a thick jumper and his legs were forced into much too tight jeans which to my benefit left little to the imagination.
“Hey,” I breathed.
“Hi.” His voice was quiet and I shuddered when the smile on his face didn’t reach his beautiful eyes.
I walked over to him and reached for his arm. “I’m just going to finish this call really quickly, okay? Then I’m all yours.”
“S’okay,” Harry said and shrugged off my touch, “I just came over to return the shirt you left at my place the other day. M’actually bit busy so I’m just going to head out again.”
My heart sank. “I thought you would stay tonight?”
Harry nodded towards the phone in my palm. “You should’t let your friend wait, Y/N. Wouldn’t want you to be unfair to anybody, right?”
And with that he turned around, out of my reach and towards the exit. The shirt he’d brought me was carelessly thrown onto the mattress and I watched him leave with tears already burning my eyes. What the hell had just happened?
“Y/N? You still there?”
Kat’s voice ripped me back from my thoughts and I quickly told her that I was fine and needed to go. Then I hung up. Great. Now not even my relationship was something I could find comfort in. There was no point in running after him as I new Harry moved fast and since he’d arrived by car I was sure he must be long gone. With my palms ice cold, my legs weak and my stomach in knots I sat down on the bed I’d thought I would be spending the night with Harry on, feeling the most uncomfortable and unhappy and in in general at a low I hadn’t reached before. There was no way I could hold back the tears from burning my cheeks and soon I was a sobbing mess, laying alone on the cold fabric of my bed.
From Harry, 7:20pm. I’m sorry I left like that, love. How about I come back over and we spend the night together like we planned? x
From Harry, 7:22pm. Don’t ignore me now. I know I was being harsh. A bit of a dick actually and I wanna make up for that. Please let me, baby. xx
From Harry, 7:23pm. I heard your conversation with Kat.
With puffy eyes I stared at the three messages. I breathed in shakily and shook my head before picking up the device to reply. There was no way I could face him when I was like this. I felt ashamed enough as it is and couldn’t bear the thought of letting my boyfriend see me in this weakened state.
From Y/N, 7:30pm. It’s okay, Harry, no worries. I’m a bit tired though. Don’t think that hanging out tonight is a good idea. I’m sorry. x
From Y/N, 7:33pm. If you want we could meet up tomorrow?
Teardrops smeared the screen and I brushed them off quickly in order to read Harry’s reply. My heart sank even further upon reading it.
From Harry, 7:34pm. If that’s what you want.
It was what I’d wanted. Still, my chest crumbled and the room filled once more with desperate and loud cries as I let it sink in that I’d successfully driven Harry away. A shaking palm clasped over my mouth as I attempted to somehow quieten the noises of my breakdown as I didn’t want to alarm my neighbours. What was I supposed to do? What was I to tell him tomorrow? That was if he even wanted to see me. My eyes were sore, my throat dry and slowly but surely everything began to hurt. Really ache.
My entire body froze and I forced myself to calm down long enough to make sure I hadn’t heard wrong. No. There was once again the distinct sound of somebody knocking on my front door. Oh god please no. I scrambled to my feet with hurried movements and came to a tumbling stand. With harsh movements I brushed the tears from my smeared cheeks.
“Y/N.” It was quiet but I heard and my heart began to pound heavily in my chest. What was he doing here?
“Harry?” I asked, my voice small and trembling weakly.
I sniffled noisily and tried to steady my breath.
“Course it’s me, love,” Harry hummed, his voice gentle, “Mind opening the door for me? Letting me in, sweetheart?”
“Harry, I really don’t think-”
“I hear it, baby,” he spoke softly, “You’re crying.” His voice sounded so sad, so empty of the anger it held earlier.
The pet names spoken with so much affection, the gentleness in his words and tone… I couldn’t fight any longer. With uncertain fingers I unlocked my front door and before I could turn the handle I had Harry’s arms wrapped around my waist as he forced his way into my apartment. Breathing in his scent as I nestled my face into the warm space between his shoulder and his neck, one of my hands wound itself into his short curls while the other clasped the back of his neck. Harry’s arms tightened around my body, bringing me impossibly close to his chest as he pushed the both of us further inside. I didn’t see but I heard him shut the door with his foot.
“Harry,” I whimpered, trying desperately to step away from him, worried that the endless stream of tears would mess up his jumper.
“No.” Harry’s embrace was tight. He ignored my protest and instead hoisted me up higher so that he could carry me to the couch in my small living room.
I was full on sobbing by this point, my desperation only increasing when he let go of me after making me sit on the couch. My arms were taken into his hands and I turned my head away when he crouched down.
“Y/N, look at me.”
I shook my head, a whimper escaping my parted lips. Harry’s hands moved gently, his fingers drew circles onto my skin. Normally the gesture was enough to calm me down but not today. I felt utterly embarrassed and I knew that Harry slowly began to realize too that this wasn’t just a small and simple break down. This was me, crumbling after having suffered under too much pressure for too long. This was me truly breaking down and falling apart right in front of his eyes. I gasped upon feeling him press his face into my open palms.
“My sweet girl,” Harry breathed into my hands, “Tell me if there is something that I can do for you, you hear?”
“There- there’s no-nothing, Harry.” I swallowed shakily and stared at the back of his head.
Slowly he looked up at me, green eyes wide, kind and patient. His warm hands clasped mine and my breath hitched when his heart shaped lips pressed a loving kiss to them.
“That’s okay, too,” he reassured, “In that case I will just do what I think you need right now, yeah? And if you want something different you tell me.”
He waited for me to nod, a small smile gracing his lips. Harry got to his feet quickly and immediately I was scooped back into his arms and brought to his chest. I hiccuped and Harry chuckled. His body settled onto the couch and I gasped when he placed my own body right on top of his, my back pressed to his chest. His face settled into my neck and I shuddered upon feeling his warm breath. One of Harry’s arms wrapped around my middle while he gently touched my forehead with his other hand, making me rest my head on his shoulder. I sighed and turned so I could nudge his neck with my nose. Next a blanket was pulled over my form, making sure that I was warm.
“Harry,” I whispered into his skin.
He intertwined our legs together before kissing my cheek.
“No more crying,” he said lowly, chest rumbling against my back, “It breaks my heart to see you like this. Which doesn’t mean that I want you to ever keep it from me again when you feel this way.”
The terrible knot at the bottom of my stomach loosened and the longer I breathed him in the more I could feel my heart relax. My breathing slowed, the tears slowly ceased from falling. My own arms wrapped around his and our hands found each other.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized against his skin.
He shook his head and squeezed me. “No, no, my love. S’not what I want. You don’t have to apologize for anything. All I want is that you trust me. That you know that I’m here. Always.”
“I want to see you.”
Careful not to hurt him I turned to lay on my stomach, my body pressed tightly against his chest and I leaned up to press a kiss to his soft skin of his chin. Harry groaned lowly at the sensation.
“You’re my girlfriend,” Harry murmured, his hands rubbing up and down my back, “You can lean on me. Confide in me. Don’t want hear that you’re unwell and hiding it.”
“Are you comfortable?” I wondered quietly, referring to his position.
“Very,” he assured me with a nod, cheekily grabbing my bum and giving it a squeeze.
I swatted his chest with a laugh and he removed his hands and settled them onto my hips instead. I found it hard to believe that having my body sprawled out on top of his was in any way comfortable but in this moment I knew there was nothing other than being in his arms that would heal my tormented mind.
“S’embarrassing though,” I admitted quietly, my unsure eyes finding his.
“S’not,” he argued, “S’part of being in a relationship. I’m yours, you’re mine and we’re both there for each other.”
I liked how natural his words sounded. How much sense they made.
“But,” I began, “what I’m dealing with is so stupid and you-”
“And I’m never too busy to take care of you just like I trust in you always being there when I really need you. And nothing that makes you cry is stupid to me.”
Harry smiled kindly and I could feel myself doing the same. Gently I reached up to cup his cheek and a tiny gasp escaped my mouth before his lips found mine in a loving kiss. Instantly I melted into him. His hands held me close, my own scratched his cheek while the other held onto his hair and for the first time all week I felt like I could truly breath. Harry’s presence took over all of my senses as I cuddled myself even more into his embrace. We continued to kiss until my lungs burned and this time when I teared up it was because my heart couldn’t hold the amount of happiness.
“Why are you like this?” I whispered, staring at my handsome boyfriend with wonder in my eyes.
He smiled and pressed another kiss to my temple. “Because you’re important to me. I need you to know that, love.”
“I do. Thank you so much, Harry. And I care about you, too. So much.”
Another kiss followed to my lips before Harry drew back to rub his nose against mine in a heartbreakingly sweet gesture.
Hope you liked this! Wrote it in one go so apologizes for any mistakes. Also, if any of you are dealing with something shitty at the moment I have my fingers crossed for you and know you’ll be alright. x
Imagine Dean and Sam getting transported to the French Mistake universe. Only for Dean to realize he is married to you, his best friend, love of his life and… Sam’s girlfriend.
hate you. I hate you so much. You don’t deserve this, you don’t
deserve to live and to feel this way about her. And then I’ll think about you and I- I say it again. I hate you. I hate you so much. I try to make
myself believe it. But I- I don’t. I just
can’t. I hate you… And I love you.I love you, (Y/n)
and I can burn in hell for this but I- I love you, even if you are
his. Even if you never look at me the way I do, even if you never
think of me as more than just your best friend. I love you, ‘cause I
can’t help it. And I need you to know it, 'cause I might die tomorrow
and I will be damned if these words don’t come out of my mouth for
I need you to know it.” - Dean Winchester to himself and you.
A/N: I need more passive-aggressive Harry Hook being a caring boyfriend in my life seriously
When you are as clumsy as I am, injuries tend to happen a lot. Most of the time, it’s nothing serious. Just a scrape here or there, maybe a sprain or something; maybe a cut every now and again. Nothing serious.
However, I hit a whole new low when I had dropped a pan of boiling hot water onto my arm which caused a really nasty burn. And can I just say that it hurt like a fucking bitch?
Part of me didn’t even notice when the initial burn happened, it happened so quickly. But then when the pain started, it was there.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck shit fuck.” I hissed as I held my hand, biting my lip as hard as I could to keep from tearing up. I could handle pain but even this was a son of a bitch.
“[Y/N]!” Uma yelled and I heard the doors to the kitchen open, and I quickly grabbed a towel and threw it over my arm to keep Uma from seeing the burn. “Get out here, people are getting pissy,” Uma said, going to grab a plate to get an order together, and I nodded and quickly got out there.
Throughout the day my arm continued to throb, although eventually, it ended up going numb so while it didn’t necessarily hurt, it still felt extremely uncomfortable and after my shift, I went over to the Lost Revenge to meet up with my boyfriend, Harry, looking at my arm and sighing some because I knew Harry would flip if he saw the burn, he always overreacted when I got hurt.
I mean, it was a pretty nasty burn, but I’ve had much worse injuries in my life and it wasn’t like my skin would fall off.
As I approached Harry’s cabin, I put a jacket on and hissed when the fabric of the jacket rubbed against my burned skin, going up to the door and opening it. “Harry!” I called, smiling when I saw him laying on his bed tossing a small ball in the air and catching it.
“Aye, well hello there, me beautiful siren,” Harry said when I entered the room, causing me to smile and roll my eyes; siren was his nickname because when he found out I could sing he always tried to get me to sing for him.
“Well hello there, my handsome pirate,” I said, smiling at him and going to sit on the edge of the bed, laughing some when he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me down so I was laying on top of him, but the way he did it caused my forearm to hit the bed which made me yelp out in pain, causing Harry to immediately look at me with worry.
“[Y/N]? Are you alright, baby?” He asked softly, looking at me and sitting up, and immediately I silently cursed myself.
“I’m fine, don’t worry…just I sprained my wrist earlier and it’s still a little sore, you know me! Clumsy clumsy!” I said to try to get him off my case, not wanting him to check my arm. Although Harry was a lot of things, and stupid was not one of them.
Harry gave me a small look to tell me that he didn’t believe me. “[Y/N], tell me the truth. What happened? Let me see your arm.” He said, to which I moved my arm behind me.
“Harry, really, it’s fine. You don’t need to look at my arm, it didn’t hurt that bad honestly, it was more shock than anything.”
“[Y/N]. Take. Off. The. Jacket.” Harry hissed as he looked at me, the two of us having a stare down when I said nothing to hint to him that I was going to refuse.
After about five minutes of the two of us just staring at each other angrily and not saying a word, I finally let out a sigh and ran my fingers through my hair. “Do you really want to know what happened?” I finally asked, getting sick of this game that the two of us were playing.
“YES!” Harry said, him obviously frustrated with me to which I frowned, taking a deep breath and slowly taking the jacket off and biting my lip as it rubbed against the raw skin, Harry’s eyes widening when he saw the burn. “Holy fuck, [Y/N]! How in the hell did you manage to do that?!” He said, grabbing my arm and gently looking at it.
“Some hot water in the restaurant, it’s alright…it just hurts a lot. It’ll get better.” I said, pulling my arm away since him poking at it didn’t exactly make it feel better. “Harry, really, stop worrying. It’s fine. Besides, not like we can go to a doctor.” I said bitterly, shrugging and going to lay down. “You might just have to deal with the fact my entire forearm will be a scar.”
“I don’t give a shit about that, [Y/N], you know that. But that is a bad burn. You need to get it disinfected and wrapped up properly at the least if that gets infected you could lose your arm.” Harry said, shifting so he was straddled over me, forcing me to look at him. “Please let me take care of that.” He begged.
“[Y/N], I know injuries. I know how easily they can get infected, especially on the Isle. Come on…please, let me clean that, baby. Besides, it’ll heal faster if it’s taken care of.” He begged softly as he looked at me, his deep blue eyes pleading with me to do as he said.
Finally, I sighed and gave in, looking up at him. “Fine.” I complied, following him up to the infirmary that was on the ship and watching as he grabbed the makeshift first aid kit, hissing as he poured some alcohol on it.
“Oh stop being a baby.” He said as he did what he needed to do, neither of us saying anything the rest of the time he was fixing my arm. “Why didn’t you tell me? I tell you every time I get hurt severely.”
“It’s not severe. It’s a burn.” I said, sighing and knowing that this would have happened.
“Your skin is blistering, [Y/N]. It is serious. Do you see how red it is? You have at least a second-degree burn on your arm right now. You should have come to me, or at least told Uma or something so you could get medical attention right away.” Harry said, finishing wrapping my arm up before placing his hand on my cheek, to which I nuzzled my face into his palm. “[Y/N], I love you so much, if something were to happen to you, I don’t know what I would do… I know you think you can handle injuries, but please promise me from now on that you’ll tell me when you get hurt. Even if it’s a silly sprain.” He chuckled.
I rolled my eyes and looked up at him, smiling some as I stood up to kiss him. “No promises, Dr. Hook.”
Imagine Dean confessing to you how he feels after almost losing you in a hunt, even if he thinks he’s unworthy of you.
“(Y/n)” his voice was a little louder than before and more urgent but you kept your back to him “Every time-” his voice went back to low and rough “Every time I woke up I’d go for a cold shower, habit maybe because even if the dreams were the best in my life they- they felt like nightmares.” he swallowed thickly “I’ll stare at myself in the mirror and I know every time there is only one thing I can say to myself.”
You closed your eyes, fearing to hear what he had to say next. If he said it you knew you’d break. How could you not already? The man you loved said he had been having nightmares of losing you and as if that was not enough he said that even the beautiful dreams he had with you scared him because he didn’t want to wake up to a world that anything could kill you any given moment.
“I hate you. I hate you so much. You dont deserve this, you don’t deserve to live and to feel this way about her. And then- then I’ll think about you and I- I say it again. I say it again to try to convince myself of it, I try so hard.” he let out a shaky breath “I hate you. I hate you so much. I try to make myself believe it, I put everything into it. But I- I don’t. I just can’t. I hate you… And I love you. That’s all I say in the end, because I’m too weak to fight it. I love you, (Y/n) and I can burn in hell for this but I- I love you. Even if you never look at me the way I do, even if you never think of me as more than just your best friend. I love you, ‘cause I can’t help it. And I need you to know it, 'cause I might die tomorrow and I will be damned if this words don’t come out of my mouth for you.”
You didn’t know by now if he was talking to you at that moment, standing right in front of him or he was repeating the words he would utter to an imaginary you. Whichever the case you felt hot tears stream your face.
“And I need you to know it.”he breathed out in the end, his voice breaking.
You didn’t say a word at him, even if there were a million things you wanted to say. But you couldn’t find it in yourself. And you wanted so much to just turn and ran to him but you were so scared. Despite everything, what he’d just confessed would change everything and you - no matter how much you loved the man - didn’t know how you should react to it.You’ve spend half your life hiding your feelings for him, thinking that all the flirting was just a game but here he was. Saying the three little words that you’d die to hear.
Bucky sat at his oak desk, a cigar hanging out of his mouth as he breathed in deeply. Ever since that run in with that…with that slum kid Bucky hadn’t been able to keep his mind off of them. Their rosy cheeks and bright eyes kept perforating his thoughts, making it impossible to think about much else. He had business deals to think off, he had other gangs to think about, he had to worry about some prick in England talking shit about him, he didn’t have time to focus on that low life nobody. With a sigh Bucky tossed his cigar into an ash tray, running his hands down his scruffy face. It was nearly half an hour later when A quiet knock on his study door is what finally broke him
Out of his stupor.
"Yeah?“ Bucky’s voice was hoarse, much more than usual. The tall oak doors swung open to reveal Dot, Bucky’s saving grace, wearing nothing but a silk robe he had bought them for valentines day.
"Hello there dot,” Bucky smirks as Dot waltz in, swaying her hips as she made her way to Bucky’s heavy desk.
"Hiya Mr. Barnes,“ she smirks as she stops before him, resting her hands on the arms of his chair. "I’ve been missin’ ya today,” Bucky hums as he leans forward, almost touching his lips against hers.
“Have you now?” Dot nods, her lips parting in a sultry fashion as she does.
"You’re favorite girl is feeling a bit neglected,“
"Oh, we can’t have that,” Bucky smirks as he grabs Dot’s ass, bringing her down onto his lap. “Now can we?” Dot gasps at the contact, shifting a bit, rubbing herself against Bucky’s leg enticingly.
"Sit back and let Mr. Barnes take care of ya, eh?“
(Y/N) bit their lip as they eyed all the couples dancing, trying so desperately to keep their mind off of their run in a few days prior. They had just run into one of the most dangerous thugs in all of America, the man had everyone in his pocket, he could get away with murder and no one would bat an eye and yet (Y/N) ran into him and here they were, able to tell the tale.
With a shaky sigh (Y/N) reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind their ear, even though it wasn’t necessary. Honestly (Y/N) was trying their best to keep busy, even the most mundane tasks would help focus (Y/N)’s mind on things other than the dark haired, mysterious thug.
"Hey sweetcheeks,” a rather harsh, almost smoker like voice drawls in (Y/N)’s ear, sending shivers down their spine. “I couldn’t help but notice you here all alone, how bout you get up and dance with me.” His words were poised as a question but his tone hinted otherwise. (Y/N) gulps, steeling themself against the strange man.
“I’m sorry sir but I really don’t feel like-"
"It wasn’t a Question sweetheart,” he grips (Y/N)’s arm painfully tight, leaving them to whimper in pain. “Now get up or I’ll make you get up,” it was either go willingly or against their own will and (Y/N) most definitely wasn’t all too thrilled about the second idea. So with shaking legs and a trembling lip (Y/N) stood from their spot, following the sketchy looking man out to the dance floor. His strong hands settle on their waist as he yanks them close, their hips pushed flush against his.
“What’s your name kid?” (Y/N) trembles on the spot as they reluctantly dance with the man, praying that someone would notice how uncomfortable they were and come out a stop to it. But no one did, they all kept their gazes elsewhere, completely ignoring (Y/N) and the man. “I asked you a question kid,” The man growls dangerously, gripping (Y/N)’s hips enough to leave bruises.
“I-I’m (Y/N),” they stutter, fear getting the better of their voice. The man hums, a sick smile overtaking his features.
"Such a pretty name…you wanna know my name kid?“
"N-no,” (Y/N) manages a bit of sass, almost proud of themself for being able to have such attitude towards such a man. “Not really,”
“It’s Brock fucking Rumlow,” He leans in, biting down on their earlobe slightly, sending the poor kid shuddering in fear.
Brock Rumlow- one of the most notorious gangs in all of Brooklyn, perhaps in the entire state.
Two mobsters in the course of a week? It seemed nearly implausible and yet here (Y/N) was, still reeling from their run in with Bucky and now their contact with Brock.
“No sassy remarks anymore, eh?”
“Get off of me,” (Y/N) mutters, pushing at his chest weakly. Their lungs were still trying to recover from the harsh weather, leaving them feeling much weaker than the usually were.
“Aww, aren’t’chu you a cutie?” He purrs, his sickening smile never once leaving his lips. “I ought to wrap you up and take you home with me….” Brock growls as he licks his lips, his cold gaze running up and down (Y/N)’s form. “Oh sweetheart, the things I’d do to you,”
“I’m going to start screaming,” (Y/N) whispers, grunting against his hold. Their squirming comes to an abrupt stop when the feeling of something cool presses into their neck.
“Scream and I’ll slit your throat,” Brock sneers, his tone smug as he digs the point of his blade into their neck. (Y/N) whimpers softly, closing their eyes as something warm trickles down their neck, most likely leaving behind a trail of scarlet liquid.
“What do you want?” (Y/N) tries to sound stronger than they are but it was futile, Brock could see right through them.
“I just want a little fun dollface, take you back to my place, rough ya up a bit,” Brock purrs as he leans in once again, licking up the small rivulets of blood that had cascaded down (Y/N)’s neck. “Then I’m gonna send you back on your way and we’re gonna act like nothin’ happened, sound good?” (Y/N) whimpered, trying to shy away from Brock’s invading tongue to no avail, the blade kept them still, nipping at their skin in a way that had them wanting to puke. “Now, I’m gonna escort you out of here all nice and slow and you’re not gonna make a sound, got it? If you do,” Brock chuckles as she stashes his knife away. “I’m gonna make that much more painful for ya, sweetheart,”
Brock’s grips on (Y/N)’s arm was painfully tight, no doubt leaving finger shaped bruises in their skin. He dragged them down the streets of Brooklyn, towards the nicer area of town, to where all the rich snobs lived. No one here would care that (Y/N) was being manhandled by Brock, hell, no one in the slums even cared as they watched the tall, burly man guide the smaller human being along. Tears burned at (Y/N)’s eyes but they refused to let them fall, they had to keep some shred of dignity with this man and letting him see them cry would be the last straw.
“No tears huh?” Brock chuckled as he turned a corner, harshly jerking (Y/N) along with him, resulting in a few pops from their elbow. “Most of the time people are sobbing by now, begging me not to hurt them but you-” He chuckles again, shaking his head as he makes his way towards one of the nicer streets. “You’re different, maybe I really should keep ya, you seem like a firecracker,”
“Burn in hell,” (Y/N) growls, as they struggle a bit, pulling backwards as Brock moved forwards. Why the suddenly had fight in them now only god knows but it was there, a kindling flame of hatred and fear and dammit (Y/N) was going to use it.
“I suggest you stop struggling sweetheart,” Brock growls as he yanks them forward, nearly tripping them in the process. “I’m not opposed to slaughtering you right here and leaving your body to the dogs,”
“Let go of me!” (Y/N) yells, struggling to get away. They twisted and flailed, clawed and kicked, anything to get this man off of them but Brock was strong and he held on tightly, causing much discomfort on (Y/N)’s part. “Get off of me!” (Y/N) screamed helplessly, hoping that anyone would come to their rescue. Little did they know that just up the street there stood a man dressed to the nines, a Brazilian imported cigar hanging out of his mouth.
“Get off of me!’ a voice screamed down the street. Bucky looked up from his suit, a small smirk rising to his lips at their person’s frantic cry. Sounded like someone was going to get lucky tonight, maybe if he caught them in time he’d be able to join in too. Bucky chuckled as he huffed on his cigar, reveling in the high it gave him. His pristine shoes clicked down the street, creating a soft clacking against the somewhat nice pavement. It was the only other sound in the air other than the person’s screams and to be a bit morbid he was enjoying them. Call Bucky a sadist but god- that noise was like music to his ears.
“What the fuck did I tell you was gonna happen if you struggled, huh?” A voice growled as Bucky got closer. Bucky’s brows furrowed in confusion; that voice sounded so familiar, he could’ve sworn that he had only heard it a few days ago- Bucky comes to an abrupt stop before the source of noise, his eyes quickly taking in the rather shocking scene. It was the kid from a few days ago, the shabby, slum kid, struggling against the grasp of some tall, wide man…
“Brock Rumlow,” Bucky growls, a small smirk rising to his lips. “How strange to see you here,” Brock stops fighting the kid immediately, his entire body going rigid at Bucky’s voice.
“Barnes,” Brock smiles sickeningly, that same smile that had been twisting (Y/N)’s stomach for the last half an hour. “Fancy seeing you here,” Bucky smirks as he flicks his cigar to the ground, allowing it to burn out and die slowly.
“Who’s the kid?” Bucky gestures to (Y/N) with a simple quirk of his head as he stuffs his hands in his pockets.
“Just a lil’ something I picked up earlier,” Bucky looks at (Y/N), his harsh gaze raking over their trembling form. He regarded them with a look of prejudice, sneering down at them with an upturned nose. He hoped his look was enough to convince Brock that he had no care for this (Y/N) creature when in reality the look of fear on their face had stirred something deep within him.
“How much do you want for ‘em?” Bucky asks coolly, as though he wasn’t bargaining this persons life right before them.
“Sorry Barnes but you’re out of luck, this one’s a keeper,”
“I don’t think you understood me,” Bucky chuckles darkly as he reaches in his suit, retrieving a small albeit dangerous handgun. “How much do you want for ‘em?” He points the end of the barrel at Brock’s stomach, inconspicuous enough that if anyone walked by they wouldn’t think anything of it.
“Fuck you Barnes,” Brock growls as he shoves (Y/N) towards the brunette. Bucky was quick to steady (Y/N), incidentally pulling them to his chest. “I’ll get them back,” Brock chuckles darkly as he saunters off, shaking his head as he does. “Just you wait and see,” Bucky keeps his ground as Brock saunters off, keeping (Y/N) against his chest protectively but as soon as the other mobster was out of sight Bucky broke, his facade crumbling to the ground.
“You alright kid?” Bucky asks as he inspects (Y/N), checking them for any wounds of any sort.
“Why do you care?” (Y/N) grumbles as the bat his prying hands away, being mindful not to expose their bleeding neck to him. Bucky immediately retracts his hands, as though (Y/N)’s words had burned him.
“Really?” Bucky chuckles dryly, shaking his head in disbelief. “I just spared your fucking life kid and now you’re gonna give me sass? I could’ve let that bastard rape and kill ya but instead I saved ya and this is the thanks I get?” (Y/N) huffs as they brush their outfit off, as though trying to get rid of any remnant of Brock.
“I didn’t ask for help-” (Y/N)’s sentence cuts short when Bucky grips their chin, forcing them to look into his eyes.
“I own this town sweetheart, I own half the country, with a snap of my fingers I could have you beaten to a bloody pulp and left at my doorstep if I so desired,” (Y/N) glares up at Bucky indignantly, flaring their nostrils angrily. “So I suggest you stay on my good side, got it?” Bucky gave them a little cheeky grin as he stepped back, wiping some ‘dust’ off their chin before turning on his heels to saunter back home, his energy for the night gone. He knew (Y/N) was glaring at his back so he turned his head, giving them a little smirk as he pulled out a new cigar, placing it between his fingers as he spoke to them. “I’ll be seeing you real soon (Y/N),” And with that the mobster turned away, lighting his cigar as he walked back home, whistling a chirpy tune.
Request: Can you do a Dick Grayson x reader with a soul mate AU where you have your left eye the eye color of your soul mate and your right eye your own eye color
Prompt: Heterochromia - you have one eye of your soulmates eye colour and when you meet you get your own eye colour instead of having two different eye colours. (+ when your eye colour changes it burns like hell so you know it’s changing)
A/N: I added a little bit more to the prompt for convenience sake HAHA. Hope y'all don’t mind
‘This night cannot get any worse,’ you thought wrongly as you found yourself pinned against a brick wall by a homeless man. You could feel your heart pounding rapidly as your attacker pressed a rusty blade against your neck; not hard enough to make you bleed but enough to keep you from moving.
“Lady, just give me your crap!” He yelled at you, his eyes were those of a lunatic.
“I don’t have anything on me!” You responded truthfully, your voice quivered slightly though you tried to maintain your cool. The man growled at you and you shrunk further back into the wall. 'Oh God this is how I die’, you thought before wincing as he pushed the blade harder against your neck.
Before the man could threaten you any more, you felt a blinding pain in your left eye; the agony sharpened as a figure leapt out from the shadows and attacked your assailant. The torture you felt in your eye made your knees buckle before you fell to the ground, tears pouring down your face.
Soon, you could hear the scuffle between your saviour and your attacker end. You stayed kneeling on the ground, even as the pain in your eye faded away, afraid to meet the person who saved you; your soulmate.
Light footsteps approached you as you stayed still, watching as a tear dropped from your face and onto the ground beneath your feet. The shadowed figure of your soulmate stood before you, silently making their presence known.
Shakily, you looked up, finding yourself face-to-face with Gotham’s very own Nightwing. Behind the man’s domino mask, you could tell he was staring intensely into your eyes. You felt an intimidating aura emitted off of him as he stared you down.
“Go.” He said simply, gesturing towards a random direction, away from here.
“But-” you protested, your heart felt heavy. Your knees started to feel numb from your prolonged kneeling but you couldn’t care about anything other than the utter rejection you felt at the moment.
As a little girl you’d dreamed of meeting your soulmate; you’d spent nights fantasising about your one true love. You were always nervous and afraid, just a little bit, of the fateful moment but you knew that no matter what, they’d love and accept you because they were your soulmate.
But now as you knelt helplessly at the feet of the man who was supposed to love you, you felt crushed. The masked vigilante didn’t even seem to care at all about you; weren’t you his soulmate?
“Didn’t you…” you spoke, voice shaking from your overwhelming nerves, “feel your eye… change?”
He stared at you for a second, his jaw firmly clenched. “I did.”
You felt a small sense of hope well up in your chest as you unsteadily stood up; leaning against the brick wall you were pinned against just moments ago for support. “Aren’t we soulmates?”
“I don’t need a soulmate.”
You never knew how badly words could hurt you until that very moment. You felt fresh tears escape your eyes once more as you looked away from him; wanting to erase him from your memory as soon as possible. After all, you were unwanted by your stranger of a soulmate.
The Wayne family was honestly very surprised when the eldest son returned home with matching eyes but a distressed face.
Alfred was the first to notice.
“Young Master Dick,” he said as he handed Dick a cup of water, “have you met your soulmate tonight?”
“Yes,” he took a sip, eyes pinned to the ground, “I did.”
“But you seem rather… unhappy. May I ask why?” The butler inquired, extremely worried as to why he looked so utterly crushed. Shouldn’t he be happy? He’d found the person he was destined to be with for the rest of his life.
“I told her I didn’t need her,” the man admitted, shame dripped from his voice as he spoke.
“Why on Earth would you do that?” Alfred exclaimed, unintentionally raising his voice. He placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, urging Dick to look up at him.
Under the inquisitive glare of his grandfather-figure, the gymnast knew he had to come clean. “I can’t drag her into this life, Alfred,” he said sadly, his now matching eyes brimmed with unshed tears, “you know I can’t.”
“I believe that’s for her to decide, Young Master Dick.”
He knew the old man was right but oh god, how could he face you again after what he’d done?
Thinking back, he remembered feeling a sense of excitement when he felt his left eye burn without warning. He knew what it meant; he’d been waiting for this sensation for years. However, as he plummeted the asshole who dared lay his hand on you, Dick knew he was pulling you into a difficult life. He knew the moment he accepted you as his soulmate, your chances of living happily were diminished almost instantly.
That night he told the biggest lie he’d ever had to tell, “I don’t need a soulmate.”
It was soul-crushing, watching you break at his feet. The way you looked at him, your face wet with tears, it broke his heart. He’d almost succumbed to the temptation to scoop you up and kiss you like there was no tomorrow but he didn’t. He couldn’t.
He wished he did.
The sound of your footsteps as you ran away from him echoed in his head even as he left the manor. The short talk he had with Alfred was enough to convince him to find you. He had to find you.
You felt numb as you walked the streets of Gotham alone. The night was cold and unforgiving, you felt yourself shiver every few seconds. You remembered how distressed you were just half an hour ago; you were a mess with your tear-stricken face and the small trail of blood that’d seeped from the cut in your neck.
But now you felt nothing. Perhaps it was due to the physical exhaustion from the days’ events, or, more likely, the soreness from the heartbreak you’d experienced. You laughed sadly to yourself, wincing when you felt the cut in your neck sting a little; you were pathetic. No wonder you were unwanted.
You listened idly to the sound of your footsteps as you walked, mesmerised by the peaceful rhythm. You’d began to feel a little better, less heartbroken, until you heard another set of footsteps. They sounded light and familiar; like you’d heard them just a while ago. They were the footsteps of your soulmate.
You stopped moving. You didn’t know what to do so you did absolutely nothing and just stood rooted to the ground. You felt your fists clench tightly, your heart’d begun to race. Why was he here? What did he want from you now?
You jumped when a large hand laid itself on your shoulder; it was warm and comforting but you didn’t want it. You shrugged it off before turning around swiftly only to find yourself looking at Richard Grayson, the adopted son of Bruce Wayne.
Confusion washed over you; you swore for a moment it was your soulmate- and that was when you realised.
“You’re…” you said almost inaudibly, “my soulmate?”
Dick Grayson gave you a sad smile as he nodded, not expecting the sharp sting of your hand coming into contact with his face. The sound of the hit echoed throughout the streets.
“I deserved that.” He stated simply, touching his sore cheek. He’d expected you to start shouting, to vent your anger and frustration on him but instead you began to cry. Anger he could handle but when it came to tears, he was clueless as to what to do; especially since he was the source of your sadness.
“You-” you choked, two steady streams of tears flowing down your face, “you told me you don’t- don’t want me… so why are you here?” The way your voice quivered made Dick’s heart break.
“I couldn’t drag you into my life,” he said, approaching you slowly, “you know what I do now. You know how dangerous it is,” he gently took your face in between his warm hands, his thumbs wiping away your tears. “I thought I could live without you, heck, I’ve lived my whole life without you… but I- I know now that I can’t.”
“You made me feel unwanted…” you sobbed, unable to control your tears. You swore you didn’t mean to cry so much but now that he was here, you just couldn’t stop the great jumble of emotions inside of you. “I thought you didn’t want me…”
“I’m sorry,” he pulled you close to lean his forehead against yours. His breath brushed against your face. “Oh god,” Dick felt his heart ache at the sight of your dejected expression, “I lied about not wanting you, I do want you… you’re my soulmate, I’ll always want you.”
The townhouses were burning, people were running, soldiers were lying lifelessly on the muddy road and the fire radiated intense heat. The stench of blood and corpses hung in the air. Children were crying for their mothers, some sitting helplessly beside the body of their parents or older siblings. There were burning piles of what could only be assumed as the dead. It seemed everything was dyed red; the ground, the clothing of the fallen, their dirt-covered skin.
“Cover yourself.” [F/N] heard Damian whisper into her ear as he forced her hood over her head. He maneuvered the horse around the bodies lying mangled on the road. However, she barely registered his command. There were too many thoughts swirling in her head for her to register anything.
When they approached the castle, arrows flew towards them. Damian drew his sword and deflected them all, his arm wrapped around [F/N], protecting her from harm. They quickly got off the horse as unfamiliar soldiers surrounded them, their weapons coated with blood.
Damian pushed [F/N] back. “Stay behind me.” he ordered, staring at his enemies with cold, unforgiving eyes. There was a moment of silence, then the sound of thunder tore that silence apart and the battle commenced.
The young princess stared at Damian as he flawlessly took down his enemies one by one. Even when outnumbered, he seemed to have no problem in destroying them. However, he also showed no mercy. Seeing the way they fell to the ground, a new, alarming thought came into her mind; her parents. With newfound fear running through her veins, [F/N] turned away and ran towards the throne room, ignoring the cries from Damian.
As she sprinted down the hallway, lifting her dress up just like how she did in the grove, she noticed the remains of the castle servants. Her eyes burned when she recognized them; they were such good people, such loyal subjects. They didn’t deserve such cruelty. They deserved happiness and freedom, yet because they were here, in her kingdom, in her home… they suffered this undeserving fate.
When she reached the throne room, [F/N] hesitated. She had no idea what she would find behind those large doors, but she had a sinking feeling in her stomach that she couldn’t get rid of. She knew that behind the doors was a sight she wouldn’t like to see, but she mustered her courage and pushed the door open.
However, before she could open it fully, someone gripped her arm, causing her to gasp and panic. When she saw those familiar emerald eyes of Damian’s though, she relaxed. Her eyes urged him to allow her to enter the room, but Damian simply shook her head and nodded his head towards what they could see through the small opening of the door.
[F/N] peeked through the opening and she knew that what she saw would be forever plastered in her mind.
Her father, her strong, courageous father was kneeling on the floor, holding what was unmistakably her mother. He was shaking–in sadness or in anger, [F/N] couldn’t tell, but she could tell the crimson liquid that soaked her mother’s dress. She could see how her mother laid still, how her hand laid there, drained of life.
[F/N] covered her mouth to stop the cry that would’ve left it. A few tears slid down her face and she wanted nothing more than to run in there and hold her mother for herself, but Damian’s hold on her prevented her from doing so.
“Don’t. You’ll only get yourself killed.” Damian said quietly to her ear.
“You’ll pay.” [F/N] heard her father growl, lifting his head up to face his attacker with grief-stricken eyes. “You will pay, and when that day comes, I will marvel in your despair.”
“I’d like to see your pathetic followers try, old man.” his attacker mocked, gripping the sword tighter. [F/N] knew what was going to happen next, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away. “Any last words, your majesty?”
Her father stared at his wife’s killer and spat out, “go burn in hell.”
[F/N]’s eyes followed the sword as it was lifted up. Her hand fell when it came down, and a scream–muffled by Damian’s hand which came to cover her mouth–erupted from her throat when it went through her father’s neck. His head rolled aimlessly on the floor, creating a disgusting trail of blood.
She struggled against Damian’s hold on her and tried to reach her parents, her caring parents who had been slaughtered in cold blood, but Damian wouldn’t allow her. He ignored her pleas and tears and instead picked her up and ran the opposite direction.
“D-Damian! Damian let me go!” she begged, hitting him to no avail.
He placed her on the horse, and when she tried to get off he stopped her. He looked at her sternly, but his voice when he spoke was soft and gentle, “my duty is to protect you, my princess. I beg of you, let me fulfill it.”
[F/N] stared at him through her tears, and although she was angry and miserable and shocked and confused all at the same time, she found herself nodding. She stayed on the horse as Damian climbed on, and she stayed on as he commanded it to run, run as far away from her home as possible.
Droplets of rain began to fall and soon it became a downpour as the world wept for the tragedy that occurred, but no amount of rain could wash the blood that tainted the soul of the princess of a kingdom that was now lost.
Wow Hannah you are literally the worst at staying consistent about posting and being active on here. A plus for sure. Anywhooooo I saw the new Spiderman (twice in less than 24 hours) and Tom Holland is a major cutie. Send me some spider requests and let me know what you think (:
Y/N took a deep breath, her heart was racing and in the pit of her stomach she could feel nerves building up. Glancing around to make sure no one was around she quickly stripped off her shirt and pants, slipping her suit over top of her sports bra and covering her butt so she wasn’t just standing naked in an alley. She pulled her mask over her head and pressed her fingers to the center of her palms, activating her suit. A huge grin grew on her concealed face as she got a running start, flipping, jumping and climbing to the roofs of the buildings around her. Y/N was one of Starks “interns”. He had taken an interest in her when he, or iron man caught her playing with fire. Fire she had created out of thin air, to be more exact.
“Good afternoon Inferno” Her suit greeted her as she sat along the edge of a building.
“Hello Finn.” She responded, She had given her suits intelligence a name finding it strange to just refer to him as suit dude. “Didn’t I tell you that you can refer to me as Y/N? I think we are on a first name basis at this point, I mean you are literally on top of my naked body.”
“Very funny Y/N, if it would make you more comfortable then I will remember to refer to you by your name. All systems seem to be running cool and ready for you to heat things up. Would you like me to do a scan of the city or check with the Avengers to see if you are needed?” Finn asked and Y/N thought for a moment.
“I think a normal city scan will be enough for tonight, its been a while since I have done anything so I would probably not be the most help to the rest of the team right now.” She lit small sparks as she spoke, each one like a tiny firework going off in front of her face. It was funny to her how contrasting she was when she was in the suit versus out of it. There was something about the secret identity gig that gave her all the confidence she had hiding inside of her. She could be everything she ever wanted to be.
“Initiating city scan.” Y/N’s eyes followed the map of the city , things to be going moderately calm today. “There seems to be a robbery and some sort of fight happening at City Bank.”
“Lead the way Finn.” Y/N smiled as she stood up on the ledge of the building, running to jump from roof to roof. she followed Finns instructions, umping and turning when he said and in no time she had made it to the bank. She stared at it for a moment from across the street.
“Looks like Spiderman is fighting the Avengers.” Y/N let out a sigh, she had heard plenty stories from Happy and tony about Spiderman, he hadn’t yet completed his training wheels yet. she didn’t even know who the kid was, nor did he know her real identity but Tony and Happy had asked her to keep an eye on him. “What are those weird weapons?” Y/N skipped slightly as she began to jog across the street to go and give Spiderman a hand before he got hurt. She had almost reached the door when one of the weapons shot a giant laser towards her and the small mini mart she was standing next to. Her body fell to avoid its powerful laser but her body was thrown slightly from the explosion that took place. She slowly lifted her self up with a grunt as she watched the guys get away in their van, driving off quickly as Spiderman ran over towards the burning building.
“What the hell were you thinking Spidey?” Y/N shouted, her fists flaming out of anger as she stormed over to stop him.
“Move!” He shoved her out of the way as he ran faster inside. Y/N shook her head in disbelief, but quickly ran to help him as she saw him pulling a man out of the fire along with a rather large cat.
Y/N and Peter both slowly turned to look at both the bank and the burning building besides them. Spider-Man quickly began to run off, Y/N frozen for a second before she moved quickly to follow him.
“Finn don’t let me lose him.” She said to her suit as a tracker began to follow Spider-Man. She followed closely behind before she ended up cornering him in an alleyway where he began cursing about a lost back pack.
"Spider-Man what the hell happened back there?!“ Y/N shouted, trying to use her most intimidating voice and not sound like the teenager that she was. Peter froze in his spot after he turned to look at Y/N and realized who was standing there.
"I-Inferno…. I uh I umm what brings you to theirs neck of the woods?” He asked as he tried to casually lean against the trash can but missed, falling slightly before he webbed the other wall to pull himself back to a standing position.
"Oh I don’t know Maybe it was the alien tech Robbery that was CLEARLY too much for you that drew my attention or you know could just be that I was taking a leisurely stroll. You are supposed to be laying low! You know helping old lady’s get not lost so the can buy you churros.“ Y/N was getting heated, her fists erupting into violent red flames at her sides. Peter slowly backed away out of slight fear as she neared him, her voice getting louder.
"My readings tell me that Spider-Man is filled with a high percentage of fear and is t-minus 1 minute 14 seconds away from peeing himself.” Finn spoke with a slight laugh in Y/N’s ear distracting her for a moment. She sharply exhaled as she shot her flames at a trash can to release some of her pent up anger.
"Miss I-inferno, I was.. I was just doing my daily rounds and noticed there was an ATM robbery happening. I- I don’t know they had those things I swear. They were alien guns! I don’t know how- how or where they got them. But I’m going to find out.” Peter swore to her. Y/N stared at Spiderman and was at a lose of words.
“Incoming call from Tony Stark, would you like me to answer it?” Finn asked and Y/N rose her hand up, signaling Spiderman to wait, he nodded sitting criss cross on the cold ground.
“What Stark.” Y/N said, clear annoyance in her voice. A small image of Tony appeared in her vision, his jaw dropped slightly and he shook his head.
“No, no little lady. you don’t speak to me like that. I swear I should have listened to everyone about letting kids join.” He began going off and Y/N just rolled her eyes.
“Maybe you should have because you’re little Spiderman just caused a big old explosion at a local minimart and bank because he tried to stop some robbery that was in pursuit with some type of Alien weapons! There were almost civilian casualties sir!” y/N whisper yelled harshly, not wanting Spiderman to hear her. Tony let out a sigh, his hand going up to his face.
“Watch him. don’t let him do anything stupid that could kill the kid. I’m sure its nothing. Anyways we have a mission coming up and we could really use your help to spice things up. You in?” Tony stared at her and Y/N felt a small grin taking over her previous harsh frown.
“Of course I’m in.”
“Good. Now I was serious, keep an eye on him.” Tony’s screen disappeared with a click and Y/N turned her attention back to Spiderman.
“I swear I will find out where these things are coming from and I will put an end to it.” Spidey stood up and Y/N stared at him.
“Not alone you won’t.” She slightly smiled, helping him could be fun or a complete disaster.
The next morning Y/N sat in her chemistry class, her head leaning heavy against her hands as her eyelids struggled to stay open. She hadn’t realized how late she had been out last night as Inferno that now she was paying for it. It didn’t help that her instructor was the most boring teacher to exist. She shook her head and began glancing around the class trying to find something else to pay attention to her eyes fell onto the two kids sitting directly in front of her. Peter Parker and his best friend Ned. The two were complete nobodies, much like her but she still hardly spoke to them. Her ears perked up when she heard Ned whisper something about the Avengers to Peter.
“Have you met Inferno? She scares me but seems like a total babe.” Y/N felt a smirk grow on her lips as she leaned in ever so slightly to hear the two better.
“I actually met her last night, she said she would help me find the source of the alien guys!” Peter seemed excited.
“No way! Spiderman and Inferno working together?! This is something I never knew I needed until this moment.” Ned beamed and Y/N sat up straight, her eyes wide. She stared at Peter, he was Spiderman? Peter glanced back feeling someones eyes glued on him and met the gaze of Y/N. She looked scared, confused and almost angry but also happy. Emotions were running through her face as she continued to stare at him.
“H-hi Y/N.” He stumbled on his words, snapping Y/N out of her frozen daze.
“You’re sp-spiderman? You?!” She whispered harshly just as the bell rang. Peters eyes grew wide as she stormed out of the room quickly.
“Ned I’ll catch up with you later. Please dont talk about the thing anymore!” He shouted as he ran off trying to find Y/N in the already over crowded hallway. She had reached the exit door and glanced back for a moment, locking eyes with Peter once more before she escaped out the doorway. He ran quickly sliding between all the people and making it outside in a matter of seconds. He stopped on the front steps and glanced around his eyes falling upon the Y/H/C girl. He jumped the steps and ran over to where she was pacing around, her mind in conflict.
“Y/N… what- what you heard back there..” He started but Y/N turned her attention to him and cut him off.
“Shut it Peter.” Y/N snapped, she needed a second to think. “Is it true or are you making it up to try and get more attention at this stupid school? Don’t try to lie to me.” She could feel her hands getting warm, her powers threatening to spark with her heightened emotions. Peter stared into her eyes, something about them screaming at him that he could trust her, that he needed her to know. He shot a web at her and pulled her close to him, there bodies a mere inch apart. Y/N looked up at his eyes a smile forming on her lips. His worried face began to slowly melt away.
“You can’t tell anyone. Please.” He pleaded, Y/N chuckling lightly. She stepped away from him, bringing her hand up with a small flame to burn away the web that was still pulling on her.
“Your secret is save with me,” She grinned and Peter matched her actions. this was going to be the start of an interesting duo.
“Why are you so nice to me?” From this prompt list Requested by: Anon (thank you xx) TW: none that I can think of Word Count: 513
Being with the Hound was no easy feat, he was abrasive and harsh. But he was protective.
The pair were on the road when it happened, headed to a place with food and a roof to sleep under. Bandits attacked, they didn’t get anything but a beating from Sandor Clegane. He only killed one that day, and because he grabbed Y/N and tried to use her as a bloody meat shield. After Sandor pulled her away from the craven, there was a small tumble, the bandit had a dagger. He only got one slash in before the hound took it and used it to slit the young man’s throat. When the two were a ways down the road, Y/N made him stop his horse, Stranger. She did it with words this time, but from your position in the saddle in from of him, it would have been easy to pull up the reigns and make him stop that way. Sandor, when not blind with rage, listened to Y/N. She sat him on a rock by a stream, letting Stranger drink from its cool blue waters. The girl filled a bowl with water and poured it over the wound, cleaning it out. Once Y/N dried it, which made the hound wince, she began to wrap the gash in linen, tightly but not too tight. Y/N gave him a smile he didn’t return. He wasn’t being rude, it just was very seldom that Sandor smiled
“Thank you.” Her voice was gentle as you placed a kiss on his un-burned cheek. “Seven hells, Y/N. Don’t bloody thank me after you patched me up.” He spoke, gruffly as ever. “I was thanking you for protecting me from that man when he grabbed me.” She smiled. “Anyone would’ve done it…” He shrugged, looking at his boots. “Yes, but they didn’t, you did. You’ve always protected me, I would most likely be dead without you…” She sat beside him. There was a small silence before he spoke. “Why are you so nice to me?” He asked, finally giving her eye contact. “Because you’re nice to me…” She said, this time she was the one to look down. “I’m not very bloody nice to anyone, woman. Whats the real reason?” He prompted once more. She was silent, thinking over her response, which turned out to be more impulsive than she thought it would be. She kissed him. This response was more unbelievable than the last to Sandor. But he didn’t want to stop her.
The Hound would not admit it but there was a blush dusting his face. He was in shock, but there was the smallest of smiles on his face. And a bigger one on the girl’s. She was a blushing mess, but she was proud that she finally, after all this time, got the guts to do it. She leaned her head on his shoulder and coiled her arm around his, gently holding his hand. It was a real shock when he returned the favour. “Now do you understand?” She asked, playfully. The Hound could only nod. This woman had rendered the Terrifying Sandor Clegane speechless.
“I think this n***** should burn in hell for disrespecting our flag,” he typed into his Twitter account. As he was about to push the submit button, a door flew open, causing him to abruptly puts down his phone. “I’m sorry, Susan,” he said, at the same time, releasing a sigh of relief.
“No problem, sir,” Susan replied, “I understand you’re having some family issues.” He nodded, as he accepted some folders from her. As Susan was about to leave, she turned around and mentioned that the folder contains the case of recent flag burners at a protest for Health Care. “Oh, those kids,” he verbally recalled, “I don’t think they will be much of an issue.“ Susan turned around and asked what he’ll do about the case. “Their heart is in the right place, but the flag should be respected,” he answered, concluding that he’ll give them a few days of community service.
“Will that be all,” Susan asked. He simply nodded, dismissing her for the day.
“Thank you, your honor, enjoy your weekend!”
As Susan leaves Judge Miller’s office, Miller looked into his phone and asked, “now where were we?”