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Crossing the Line - Peter Parker Imagine

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: mentions of blood

Summary: There’s a line between best friends and romance, and neither you nor your best friend wanted to cross it, but when something almost separates you and Peter forever, both of you have to consider the consequences of crossing that line.

Word Count: 2153

Notes: @niamhlincoln

Being in love sucked. You thought you knew love, but then you fell in love with your best friend. You didn’t know the exact moment you fell in love with him, but you remember when you realized it. Liz Allen, Peter Parker’s ultimate crush, had left to another city because of her father’s crimes. Your best friend was devastated.

“I miss her,” Peter had said as he bounced a ball against the wall again and again.

You laughed a little. “I’m sure she misses you, too, Peter, but, don’t you worry.” You held up two DVD cases. “Star Wars or Star Trek?”

Peter stared at the two cases with a pout.

You rolled your eyes. “Fine. Star Trek it is.”

“No!” Peter shouted. “(Y/n),” he whined, “you know me better than that.” He threw the bouncy ball on his desk and pulled up the blankets to his chin.

You smiled and put in Star Wars. You shook your head at Peter. “No room for me?”

Peter laughed. He threw off his blankets and pulled you into his arms just as the movie started to roll. You snuggled into his chest and pulled up the blankets. “Feel better now?”

“With you?” Peter smiled. “Of course.”

As his eyes sparkled with wonder at the famous beginning scroll, you couldn’t help but feel complete. Your heart swelled when Peter’s curled into a bright smile when the music played. You gazed at him in awe and wondered how someone could be so radiant on a Saturday night with slightly oily hair and old pajamas. You desperately wished to say in that moment, in Peter’s arms and a perfect view of his joy.

“Is there something on my face?”

You blushed and stared at the blanket. “No, sorry. Just daydreaming.” Technically, you weren’t lying.

For two years, you hid your newly discovered feelings. However, every day it became harder and harder. Not only were you falling in love with Peter, he seemed to be… different. Every day he would be farther and farther from you, skipping weekly movie nights and forgetting about your study sessions.

Sure, you were mad, but you were more worried. He seemed to be getting more and more bruises, aches, and scrapes he always struggled to explain. But, how could you help him when it seemed like he didn’t want to be near you?

“Ms. May?”

The woman smiled fondly at you. “You know you can stop calling me that. Peter’s not here, but I’m sure he’ll be home soon.”

You smiled sadly. “Of course, he is. Can I stay in his room?”

“Of course!”

You sat on Peter’s bed and dropped your backpack. If Peter was going to be late, you were going to study without him. You pulled out your textbook and looked over your notes. It was going to be a long night.

Hours passed. It wasn’t until May knocked on the door and told you that you had to go home that you realized you’d been at Peter’s for six hours. You smiled tiredly as you packed.

“I’m sure Peter was just held up at something.”

“Yeah,” you nodded solemnly. “I’m sure that’s it.”

You took a taxi home. “I’m home,” you shouted. Before anyone could ask you anything you explained, “Studied at Peter’s and finished all homework. Love you, night!” You slammed your door shut and leaned against the door. That was the last straw. You were going to talk to Peter.


You yelped and covered your mouth. “Wha- Peter?”

Your best friend was crumpled on the floor by your window. From the neck down, he was in a Spider-Man costume. Wait, no that material… was too similar. You shook your head. That wasn’t what mattered. You’d ask him about his suit, or exceptional cosplay, another day, because by your window was your best friend, bleeding from his side.

“Peter,” you gasped. You dropped all your things and crouched in front of him. You held his cheeks and tried to catch his empty eyes. “Peter, hey, stay with me, ok?” You scrambled to get your phone, but Peter flicked out his wrist. Webbing hit your phone and glued it against the wall. “No,” he whispered. “(Y/n), no hospital.” He breathed raggedly and held your hand. “Stark,” he whispered.

You nodded frantically. You found took our phone off the wall and called Stark Industries. “Hello!” you greeted. You squeezed Peter’s hand. “I have information about Spider-Man.”

“Mr. Stark is very busy, Miss. If you want to explain your-”

“No!” You patted Peter’s cheek. “Hey, look at me.” You gulped. “This is urgent. Spider-Man is hurt. He told me not to call the hospital.”

“If Spider-Man was injured, Mr. Stark would-”

“His suit is damaged severely!” you screamed. You brushed Peter’s hair out of his face and tried to smile. “Come on, Spider-Man. Come on.”

That seemed to wake Peter up from his daze. “(Y/n),” he breathed. He reached up to touch his bloody fingers to your cheek. “I-”

“Save your breath,” you instructed.

“This is Happy. Why do you demand-”

“Spider-Man needs help,” you explained.

“We would know if Spider-Man was-”

You looked to Peter. You silently asked if you could say his name. Peter nodded slightly. You whispered, “Spider-Man is Peter Benjamin Parker. Is that enough for you to help him?” When a few seconds passed and the only noise that filled your ears was Peter’s abnormal breathing, you begged, “Please, he needs help.”

“Help is on the way. Who are you?”

“(Y/n) (Y/l/n), I’m-”

“I know.” The man repeated, “Help should be arriving.”

You smiled. “Peter, you’re going to be fine.” You stroked his cheek and nodded as tears streamed down your cheeks. “You’re gonna be fine, ok?” You tried your best to think positive, that Iron Man or someone would help him in time, but who knows how long Peter had been bleeding in your room? You couldn’t lose him. You couldn’t lose the guy you… the guy you loved. How were you supposed to smile without his science puns and jokes? How were you going to pursue your dreams without his gentle voice supporting you and your dreams? How were you supposed to survive without him?

Your best friend mustered a small smile. He winced in pain again and whispered, “I’m sorry.”

“You have no need to be sorry right now, Peter.” You pushed against his wound. With the other hand, you opened your window wide open and smiled when you saw the familiar Iron Man suit coming towards you. Hope blossomed in your chest. “Mr. Stark’s coming, Peter.”

He nodded, and his eyes began to close.

“No!” You held his face in your hands. “Peter!”

~ - ~

Peter woke up in the Stark Tower. He knew because he had been there too many times before. In the chair right beside him was Mr. Stark. “Mr. Stark?”

The man smiled up at Peter. “Hey, sport.” He stood up and looked him up and down. “How you holding up?”

Peter pressed his palm against his forehead. “Better.” He took off the blanket and lifted up his hospital gown. His side was bandaged and stitched. His muscles still ached, but that wasn’t new. Then, Peter’s eyes widened. “(Y/n)? Where-”

“Outside.” Mr. Stark pointed at the door. “She refused to leave.” The superhero walked towards the door, but before he opened it, he turned around and advised, “You should ask her.”

“Ask her what?” Peter asked innocently.

Tony eyed Peter. “Fine. Don’t take my advice, but since you’ve been in here, she talked about you constantly. Like you do about her.”

Peter stared at his bed. How was he supposed to tell you that he cared for you so deeply he wanted to … be with you? You were his best friend. That was it. There was a line between best friends and romance. Peter was terrified of crossing that line.

“Just think about it, kid.” Tony left.

Before Peter could even think, the door burst open once more.

You flew into Peter’s room once Mr. Stark said that you could see him. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and breathed a sigh of relief. You pulled away from him and stroked his cheeks. Seeing his bright eyes focused on you lifted the burden you had been holding for the past six hours. You gasped and beamed. “Are you ok? Do you feel better?”

Peter gulped. Your cheeks were stained with dried tears. You were still in pajamas, and your hair was oily and tousled. Yet, you still took his breath away. “F-Fine,” Peter squeaked. He breathed in deeply and slowly. However, that was so hard to do when you were so close to him.

You nodded. “Thank god.” You held his hand and pulled up a chair so you could sit at his bedside. “Is your arm ok?” you asked.

He blinked. “Um, yeah.”

“Good.” You punched his arm.


“You didn’t tell me you were Spider-Man, idiot!” You punched his arm again. “I thought you hated me or something!”

“Hate you?” Peter shook his head and sat up. “Why would you think that?”

Your shoulders slumped. “Missed movie nights, forgotten study session, and you’re barely in school anymore.” You bit your lip. “I thought you were avoiding me.”

“No!” He laughed a little. “I would never avoid you. I just… had stuff.”

You sighed. “Now, I know, but I don’t understand why you didn’t tell me. You can tell me anything.”

Silence settled over the two of you. As you said those words, your throat tightened and twisted, because you were being a hypocrite. You shared almost everything with Peter. Should he deserve to know? He had shown you his greatest secret. Shouldn’t you share yours?


“I love you.”

You blinked. Wait, were you going delusional? But you heard it. You heard those three words that propelled most of your actions in the past year. Those words were the stuff of dreams. You pinched yourself. When you didn’t wake up, you shook your head. “Sorry, I think I misheard you. I thought you said-”

“That I love you?” Peter gulped. “Yeah, that’s what I said.”

Your hand fell limp in his, something you didn’t realize. Peter noticed, though. So, he pulled away from you. “I’m sorry. I know, it’s weird. You’re my best friend and everything, and I totally get why you wouldn’t want to see me ever again. You can-”

“I love you, too,” you blurted out. You laughed and stroked his cheek. “Peter, I’ve been in love with you for over a year. I-I thought you loved Liz and that you wouldn’t even look at me like-”

Suddenly, he silenced you with a chaste kiss. It was barely a press of your lips against his, but it was the best feeling. With just one short kiss, Peter Parker was able to leave you breathless. Your best friend gazed at you with admiration and awe filling his eyes, as if you were the most precious thing on the planet.

You didn’t trust your voice to tell him how much you wanted something like that moment. So, you leaned forward and kissed him again. You gripped his hair and pulled him closer to you, and it made your heart soar when Peter kissed you back. His hands wandered as he tried to figure out how to hold you without hurting himself. Finally, one of his hands cupped the back of your neck, while the other rubbed your shoulder affectionately.

Peter didn’t want to stop kissing you, but his lungs were tired and damaged. He tried his best to ignore it, but he couldn’t help instinct.

You felt Peter freeze against your lips for a second or two, pulling away only slightly to groan in pain before leaning forward once more. Just as his lips touched yours, you pulled away and laughed. “You’re hurt,” you said. You pressed your palms against his chest with intentions to make him lean back against his bed, but Peter wasn’t a superhero for nothing. He didn’t budge. “I don’t care,” he whispered all the while staring at you. His eyes were trying to find the best way to look at you, darting from your swollen lips to your bright eyes.  Peter put his hand on top of one of yours and giggled.

“What’s so funny?”

“I love you.” He repeated. He kissed your cheek. “I love you.” He kissed your other cheek and continued to kiss your face as he said over and over again. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

You giggled and pushed him away once more. “You have to rest, Peter.” You kissed his forehead. “And I love you, too.” You kissed his cheek. “I love you.” You held his face with both hands and kissed him shortly once more. “I love you so much, Peter Parker.”

Got another one out before my classes start! Hope you guys like it! I promise when things are a little less hectic, I’ll go back to my requests. Thanks, guys! 

don’t be afraid to let them show
your true colors
true colors
are beautiful
like a rainbow

Secretly Dating Enoch

(A/N: this was a request I enjoyed making and I hope you do, too!)

Your POV

In the glory of tangled sheets, our limbs not any less enmeshed around each other, my eyes opened. The light brought my vision to a squint as my lips parted in a yawn. Enoch’s arms tightened around my waist. It chucked a giggle out of me, allowing me to wriggle and face him, so my hands pressed against his bare chest, and his soft breath tickled my nose. His lips were parted in slothful breaths, his dark hair messily brushing over his forehead, his eyes remotely moving beneath his closed lids. I pecked him on the lips, not being able to resist how charming he looked in the morning, shirtless.

His eyes indolently opened, probably still blurry and adjusting. They focused on me and it pulled his lips to a faint simper. Just impossibly, he pulled me closer.

“Morning.”, I whispered, pecking his jaw because I was so tucked in, I couldn’t reach his lips. He looked down at me, the leering in his eyes not leaving. What an adoring victim I became. “Morning.”, he replied, planting a kiss on my forehead, and inhaling the scent of my hair. “What time is it?”, he asked, not breaking eye-contact. “I guess it’s early enough for a little cuddle before I get back to my room and before we get caught.”, I stated, sighing. “Staaay; Who cares if we get caught?”, he groaned, rolling over and laying down on me, so I was restrained under him. “Enoch, we both know Miss P would kill us.”, I looked at him, trying to look grave, despite feeling very goofy. My mind could recall different times we were on this position and it made me want to stay even more. But I couldn’t risk it. I pushed him off once his muscles slackened (and still looked unbearably good).

“Ergh, come on, Y/N.”, he groaned again, looking at me with pleading eyes. “Don’t start with me, O'Connor.”, I rolled my eyes at him before turning on my heel and pulling my silk shorts on. I looked over my shoulder to see him eyeing me. I felt smug. “Later, then, promise me.”, he said as I started to tiptoe to the door. “I promise.”, I softened my voice, grabbing the doorknob. I step out before he cut me. “-to your room, and don’t talk to any boy, most especially if it’s Jacob!”, he added. I peeked back in and laughed, sending him a flying kiss that he bit his lip at.

Just as I was about to reach for my doorknob, someone’s door creaked and the sound of someone who had just woken up turned my head. Hugh. “What are you doing out this early, Y/N?”, he whispered. My mind quickly searched for a way to get through situations like this. “Erm, I needed a glass of water. Just got back.”, I smiled reassuringly as to not making it seem underconfident. He nodded and shrugged, silently whistling a tune, a few bees buzzing behind him.


⚫ ⚫ ⚫

Clinking cutlery and whispering breeze - my favourite things to listen to in the morning, after Enoch’s voice. I stole a look from him, his hair still slightly messy and his shirt two buttons unbuttoned. I shivered.

He looked back at me, and he flashed me a wink I swear I could not resist any longer. I chewed my food harder.

Miss Peregrine cleared her throat. All our heads turned to her. She gave us a genial beam that freed us all from anxiety.

“A word later, Y/N, and Enoch.”, she squinted, the smile now sickening me. A sinking feeling boiled in my stomach and I couldn’t look at Enoch. Heat rushed to my face and I swear I saw Hugh flash a skittish look at us. I couldn’t prepare myself for such. I clenched my jaw and I lost appettite, but made sure I seemed unaffected, although I felt everyone’s eyes on us.

We finished eating in silence and it started actually revolting me. I had never prepared myself for situations like this, when we actually get caught.

I was going to rush back up to my room, but Miss P stood in front of me. “If I could have it right now, Y/N, I guess that wouldn’t bother you.”, she said calmly. “Enoch! Please follow us.”, she called him, like he didn’t know where her office was. My heart battered on my chest and I could feel it in the tips of my fingers and the back of my throat. We entered Miss P’s office, and I could feel Enoch trailing behind me in a safe distance.

Miss P swiftly sat on her chair and allowed us to plump down the two chairs that were rooted right across the desk. We sat there, not being able to give each other eye-contact.

“Hugh had given me quite a nervous report regarding you two.”, she said. She looked at us, a solemn look replacing her smile. I tried to keep my composure, but my breathing sounded way more yanky. Enoch was handling this surprisingly well. “He was hesitant to tell me, but I insisted he told me.”, she said, probably trying to tell us not to blame Hugh later. I was now pretty convinced this was about our relationship.

I wouldn’t think our headmistress would be cruel enough to forcefully separate us, but at the same time, it was a critical rule of hers. I couldn’t seem to grasp the thought of what would happen to us next. But with all possible fingers and toes crossed, I hoped this would conclude positively. Which seemed unlikely.

“You’re hiding your relationship.”, she said, her voice undeviating. We hadn’t said a thing. “I guess you are aware that Enoch and Hugh’s rooms are only separated by a very thin wall. He hears you. It wakes him up.”, she added. I felt disgusting. “And I am convinced that having romantic relationships is very unsafe as a peculiar, you two. We are under a state of danger, and you both know that our enemies target soft spots. Love. Home. Family.”, she stated. “But what could we do?”, I said, feeling utterly sunken. “Unfortunately, for the safety of us all, you must continue keeping this secret. This should go no further borders. Our enemies are wise, children. If I didn’t know what love is, I could have separated you two. Please take care of each other as much as you should take care of everyone else.”, she announced sternly to us. Weights were lifted off my shoulder. I had almost teared up. I looked at Enoch, and his nose was red. He looked back at me, with sad yet relieved eyes. “Thank you, Miss P.”, Enoch mumbled as we awkwardly walked out her office, still in a safe distance.

“Oh my god.”, I exhaled, pulling him to me. I felt washed over by relief. His arms tightly locked around me. “That was… fucking awkward, Y/N; I couldn’t bear it.”, he commented, kissing me in the forehead again and sniffing my hair just as he did a while ago. “I know. That was shit.”, I added, not pulling away from the heartwarming embrace. It felt good. “You think she gave that talk to Hugh and Fiona before as well?”, he pouted, looking at me. “Dang, I guess Hugh wanted to share this odd feeling, you think?”, I laughed. “It made me look forward to you more.”, he smiled cheekily as I adored every ounce of his glory. How his hair fell over his forehead in a slight curl, and his dark eyes, and furrowed brows. “I would kill for you.”, he continued. I kissed him, his arms tightening around my waist. Just as he was about to get a little naughty, I pulled out with a goofy grin. He groaned.

“You nasty tease.”, he bit his lip, eyeing me again as I intentionally swayed my hips. I ran my hands through my hair. “It’s for our safety, Enoch.”, I loudly said, holding back a guffaw. I could tell he rolled his eyes. I giggled faintly. “You’ll get what you deserve after leaving me undone, Y/N.”, he said. I looked back at him. He winked at me and I swear my legs went wobbly.

I guess this relief was enough to strike up a mood.

You're Dating Harry but Niall is an Over-protective Older Brother

It’s 1 in the morning, and Y/n can’t sleep.

She feels cold, uncomfortable, and lonely as she lays tiredly in her queen bed. She had called Harry ten minutes ago, whining like a little girl, begging him to sneak in so he can hold her against him. 

At first, she was used to spending nights without Harry. Of course, Y/n would occasionally lie and tell Niall she was sleeping over her best friend’s house, when really, she was spending her nights at Harry’s- making love, watching shitty independent drama films, and pulling multiple failed pranks on each other. But in between those unforgettable nights, she was content enough to sleep by herself.

But now it’s nine months in, where they are both undoubtedly head over heals for each other, and Y/n just can’t sleep without him.

“Your girlfriend is lonely.” She pouted as soon as he answered the phone.

Harry let out a slight chuckle, slowly sitting up so that his bare back rests gently against the headboard.

“Oh yeah?” He teased.

“Harry” she whined, the back of her heals kicking the mattress like a little girl, “I can’t sleep without you, baby. I need you.”

Harry smiled, his fingers playing with the duvet lay upon his lap.

“Come over then, love” he mumbled, “I’m missing you an awful lot. This bed was definitely made for two.”

Y/n let out a whimper, his bottom lip sticking out as she stares longly at his empty side of the bed.

“Can you come here?” she whispered, “I just really need you right now, I need you in my bed.”

Harry chuckled once again, shaking his head, cheeks blushed at just how adorable she sounded in this moment. 

“On my way, my love.”

As Y/n starts to rub the corner of his pillow between her fingers after fifteen minutes of waiting for him, she hears his car pull up into her driveway.

She throws the duvets off of her, quickly, but quietly, making her way down the steps to her front door. When she opens it, seeing Harry standing there in an oversized sweatshirt, she can’t help but kiss him immediately.

He smiles in the kiss, holding her close as he makes his way in the house. He’s too distracted by Y/n’s lips feverishly attacking his to notice where exactly he’s going. Whilst clumsily walking toward the staircase with hooded eyes and hands roaming the sides of her body, Harry rams his knee against her front table. 

“Oh fuckin’ hell!” He yelps.

“Sh, quiet!” Y/n giggles, placing her hand on the back of Harry’s neck.

“I always told you to move that damn table.” He hisses, with a small chuckle following, attempting to soothe the pain by rubbing is hand over it.

Y/n giggles again, leading Harry toward her bedroom. As badly as she wants to continue kissing the living out of Harry, they can’t risk waking Niall up. 

Niall is extremely protective of every guy she brings home. Being her big brother, he just can’t stand the thought of someone hurting his baby sister, especially after their father was found to be very abusive toward her. He is particularly sensitive to any of the boys dating her, having each member sign an unofficial contract that none of them are to act upon her. No dates, no going out alone, and absolutely no relationship. 

This was before Harry and Y/n fell in love with each other. Harry accidentally came over to their house just to visit Niall. He was having a hard time with a couple of stuff, stressed, and even found himself crying at times. It had completely slipped from his mind that Niall went out of town for a couple of days to attend one of his high school best friend’s wedding in the states, so Y/n was alone when Harry came knocking at the door. 

“Oh, hey Y/n. I’m sorry, I, I just, never mind, I forgot Niall wasn’t here. I’ll uh, I’ll see you soon.” He sputtered out.

He gave her a quick smile before turning around to head back home. But Y/n reached out to grab him before he could. He just looked so sad, so lost, and she could tell he had been crying before he came here. She always liked Harry, everything about him made her stomach flutter and her heart feel all warm, she really never knew what it was, so seeing him so upset and so vulnerable made her heart sink. She really wanted to know what was going on in his head, because Niall made it so hard to get to know any of them as much as she wanted to, she didn’t want to let him leave like this.

“Hey, Harry. It’s alright. You’re alright, yeah? Maybe I could make you some tea and you can talk to me about whatever’s on your mind, okay?”

He nodded hesitantly because truth be told, he really liked Y/n. He always said her heart was made of gold, and he was convinced she had fallen from Heaven above. So when she looked so sincere and concerned, how could he not take up her offer? 

They ended up talking all night, about his problems, her problems, their feelings, their lives, their likes and dislikes, and with a couple glasses of wine, they connected instantly. It was as of gravity was pulling them together, they couldn’t get enough of each other that night. He forgot every worry in his mind once he got to dig a little deeper into her, she was Heavenly, she was everything he had ever wanted to be, and he was everything she had always wanted. 

They were never the type of people to make love on a first date, hell, it wasn’t even a date, but they made love until morning. It was natural, nothing was rushed, and they knew this was beyond a simple crush. He ended up staying with her for all the days Niall was gone, and they were in love ever since.

They make it up the stairs without waking up Niall, despite all their quiet fits of laughter and Harry’s clumsiness. He stumbles into her bedroom, holding in as much laughter as he possibly can after Y/n’s continued attempts to make out with Harry on the way to the bedroom.

“You’re absolutely mental, Y/n.” Harry chuckles, his fingers lightly placing fallen hair behind her ear. “But cute as hell too.”

Y/n blushes, tilting her head ever so slightly to the left, just enough to have the knuckles of his fingers nuzzled into her cheeks. He rubs his thumb right by her ear, admiring every feature he can see. He can feel his heart swell and his breath getting a little unsteady. She looks like she does whenever she first wakes up, her hair a little matted, her under eyes slightly puffy, and her lips a bit chapped. This is when he finds her beauty so ethereal- when she’s just so effortless at it.

“Can we go bed?  ’m tired.” She mumbles, her eyes closed and head still resting on his fingers.

Harry grins, leaning down to press a lingering kiss on her forehead. 

“Of course, my angel.”

She immediately slips into bed, on the side Harry doesn’t sleep on whenever he comes for the night. Harry slips off his shirt, but keeps his sweatpants on just to save a little extra time in the morning to leave before Niall wakes up.

He crawls in next to her, lifting up the duvets to both of their stomachs before turning to face his love. He cuddles into her close, noses nearly touching, limbs tangled together, hands holding in front of their chest, the other around the other’s waist. 

They both sigh contently, their thumbs rubbing against each other’s knuckles. Their breaths meet between them, and there’s this weight on Y/n’s chest each time she inhales.

“I wish it didn’t have to be like this, Harry.”

Harry looks at her sympathetically, he knows exactly what she’s talking about. It’s almost like a second job sneaking around behind Niall’s back. Yes, the boys know about the secret relationship, and yes, they have gotten used to it since they’ve been sneaking around for nine months, but they can’t do anything too risky. This is just as risky as it gets, and they can only spend a few hours with each other, and they’re spent sleeping. 

She can feel tears welling in her eyes, and she damns herself for being so emotional. 

“Hey, don’t cry now” He coos, bringing her knuckles to his lips, “It’s all okay. Do you see me? I’m right here. Of course this is difficult, but this is worth it, even just a couple of hours with you, it’s worth it, yeah? We’ll have a time when we can live together, spend every waking moment together, make love every night, and get married with no sneaking around about it. I promise. But as of right now, we have to live with what we got, yeah?”

Y/n nods, but still manages to let a few tears fall from her tired eyes.

“This is what I needed.” She whispers slightly, slipping her waist a little closer to his. “I love you so much, Harry. You have no idea.”

Harry smiles weakly, mumbling a small “I love you, too” before he rubs her back uneil they both fall into a deep slumber.

Y/n wakes up to Harry rolling out of bed. She pouts, watching as he fumbles to get his stuff together so that he can leave before Niall wakes. She rolls over to look at the time. It’s 7:30, normally the time they leave whenever one stays over for the night. 

But this time hurt her a lot more. After experiencing last night, where she couldn’t even sleep without feeling him somehow, she knew she really needs him more than she thought. She has never missed someone so much, where she feels so empty without someone. When she’s with him, that’s when she feels whole, like the entire world is complete again, and she really, really, doesn’t want to feel empty again. Not again.

“Don’t leave.” She whispers, she can hear her voice quivering as she says it.

Harry sighs. She does this every time he leaves, and he does the same exact thing when she stays over, too. But this time, for some reason, it hurt him a lot more. He doesn’t know why this is suddenly so painful for him to hear. Maybe it’s the way she said it, like she really truly meant it, like she really didn’t care if Niall would find out, like she really can’t sleep another night and wake up another morning without him. Whatever it is, he has to shut his eyes tightly in order to regain composure. 

He turns around to face her. God, that beautiful morning face. He wants to look at her all day like this. 

“C’mere.” He mumbles, patting the end of her bed gently with his hand.

Y/n slides down until her legs are dangling on the edge, sitting up so that her head is near his chest. Harry immediately pulls her against him by the back of her neck, rocking her body gently back and forth as they hold each other for a while. When he pulls away from her hold, he bends down to kiss her passionately on the lips. Her hands immediately find their place on his neck, playing with the ends of his hair as Harry runs his hands softly up and down her waist.

“Hey, Y/n! I know it’s early but -”

Harry and Y/n immediately snap their heads to her door, which is now wide open with a confused Niall staring up at them. Y/n and Harry both freeze, both holding their breaths, bracing themselves for what’s to come.

In all honesty, they can’t even imagine it. They have both witnessed Niall in a fit of rage over one of Y/n’s boyfriends yelling at her after a stressful day at work. That was one time, after the smallest amounts of insults, with a man Niall barely knew. They don’t even want to know what Niall’s going to do now that he knows his best friend betrayed his promise, went behind his back, and was dating his sister.

It’s silent for a couple of seconds, Niall looking like he’s just witnessed a murder, but the second the situation processes into Niall’s senses, the look of pure horror strikes both of their faces.

“What the fuck is this?!” Niall roars, slamming the side of his fist against her door. 

Y/n flinches, but Harry still hasn’t moved a muscle. He looks like he’s just seen a ghost, and it’s almost like everything he has ever felt toward the situation has gone into lockdown, he has absolutely no idea what to do. He has never seen Niall so angry before, and there’s a wave of guilt flushing through his body that Y/n has to see what’s about to happen.

Niall looks feverishly around the room with his angered eyes, as if looking for torn clothes, items that belong to Harry, looking for at least something to give him answers. When his eyes land on a torn condom wrapper hanging on the corner of Y/n’s trash can, something inside of him snaps in fury.


Before either of them have time to reply, Niall has already stormed up to Harry, his fist immediately colliding into the side of his jaw. Y/n screams, the sight absolutely terrifying her. But despite her violent scream and her new fresh waves of tears, she jumps out of bed to make sure Harry doesn’t fall down. Harry has to take a few steps back from the impact, even with Y/n’s strong hold on him, and even has to shake his head to regain orientation. 

“Baby, are you okay?” She panics, lifting her hand to where Niall just hit him. 

Harry flinches for a second, but still looks absolutely horrified. He looks down at Y/n, just for a moment, before diverting his eyes back to Niall.

“God, what the hell is wrong with you?!” Y/n yells, turning so now she’s facing Niall.

Niall huffs, scowling at Harry as Y/n gets in between them.

“Get the hell out of this, Y/n.” Niall warns, but keeps his venomous eyes directly on Harry.

NO, Niall! I will not get out of this when this cons -”

I trusted you!” Niall screams at Harry again, ignoring Y/n completely. 

Niall takes a step closer to him, his fist in the air nearly about to punch him again, but Y/n is quick to grab onto his arm and force it back down. But Niall doesn’t quit, he takes even closer steps toward Harry until Harry’s back is against the wall, and Y/n is on the side, pushed away by Niall.

“NO, Niall, NO!” She screams.

“You promised me, Harry!” He screams, “you promised me you wouldn’t even touch her! And then you can’t even keep your dick in your pants for more than two minutes?! No wonder why everyone calls you a fucking manwhore, you took advantage of my own sister! You’re fucking scum, fucking dead!”

Y/n can feel her anxiety building up. She’s suddenly dizzy, her sobs making her head throb. Her entire body is shaking, her hands nearly dripping with sweat, and everything around her is spinning. She can’t find enough air to fill her lungs completely, she’s gasping, hands clawing into the side of her scalp to try to drown out all the screaming. 

Harry suddenly snaps his head toward Y/n. He knows that cry, he knows that look on her face. He feels his heart drop to the pit of his stomach, he has never seen it so bad before. He doesn’t know if he can calm her down, but he can’t leave her like this, not here.

Harry pushes Niall away from him, not even caring if he gets another swing at him. Y/n looks like she’s about to pass out, and he needs to calm her down before she actually does. 

He makes his way to Y/n, ready to grab her and hold her until she’s settled down, but before he can get too close, Niall grabs his arm.


God, Niall!” Harry screams back for the first time this morning, “Your sister is about to have a goddamn heart attack! Could you take your head out of your ass for more than three seconds?!”

Niall pulls him away anyway. How dare he try to touch his sister again? What kind of fucking man does he think he is, decieving him and putting Y/n in danger?

“No, she is my sister, I will help her. You’ve done enough.”

But when Niall approaches her, he can see how much fear she has. Her eyes get wide, and he notices her hands getting even more shaky then before. She cries harder, and notices her head thrashing side to side, wanting him to just get away. 

“H-Harry” she sobs, “I need Harry.”

“Okay, okay, it’s alright.” Harry interjects, kneeling down by the foot of the bed so that he’s nearly eye level with her.

He grabs her face in his hands, wiping away all the tears and worries with his thumbs. Her hands immediately grab onto his forearms, like she always does when she’s in this state, showing him just how much she needs him with her.

“Hey, my love, breathe. I need you to breathe, okay? I need you to breathe for me.”

She chokes on her cries, gripping onto his arms even harder.

“He’s gonna want us to break up and I can’t, Harry, I can’t live like that I can’t do anything without you, you can’t let me go, Harry, you can’t let me go I can’t do this if you let me go.” She lets out in one breath, her sobs the only thing stopping her from rambling further.

Harry shakes his head, gripping her head harsher in his hands.

“Look at me, love. Just look at me.”

She obliges, lifting her head so that her eyes can meet his. She immediately feels calmer, her tense muscles relaxing under his soft stares. She can suddenly breathe again, the horrible weight in her chest being lifted off of her completely.

“I will never let you go. I’ve promised you so many times, I will never let you go. You’re my angel, we’re spending the rest of our lives together, you know that. Nothing is getting in the way, I promise.”

She nods, choking out another last cry before pressing her lips lightly against his. 

“I love you” she kisses him again, “so much.” she whispers.

He looks down, one hand falling down to her waist while his other hand still claims his spot on her cheek, rubbing his thumb continuously over her skin.

“I love you, too.”

Y/n curls her body into a ball and leans into his chest, her head resting right under his chin. He gladly engulfs her into him, kissing the top of her head every couple of seconds. He draws heart shapes on her back, attempting to settle down the little amount of shaking left in her. 

They both forget Niall is still in the room, he knows that. 

“How long?” He whispers, his fingernails being ripped from his teeth.

Y/n sits up again, wiping away the remnants of her tears. She gulps, letting out an unsteady breath of fear before whispering a barely audible “nine months.”

Niall gasps slightly, sucking in and unable to let the breath back out. Nine months? They’ve been sneaking around for nine months? He almost feels physically sick, how could none of them tell him? Were they really that scared of what he’d do?

Well now he sees why.

“We aren’t just fucking, Niall” Harry says, “I would never do that to her. I’m sorry, mate, but I love her. I love her more than anything I’ve ever had. I would drop the band so fast if it was for her, I would do absolutely anything to be with her. I’m sorry if you don’t approve, but we’ve been together for nine months. Nine. Do you really think that low of me, Niall, to only be with someone for nine months just to get a good fuck in?”

Niall shakes his head, looking down at his hands, guilt still feeding off of every atom in his body.

“I don’t. I’m sorry. I am, I just thought you were taking advantage of her and I, I can’t have someone like that in her life again.”

Harry nods.

“I get it, Niall.”

Y/n smiles weakly. 

“You’re my brother, Ni. It’s sort of your job, but you have to remember I can do things myself. I can’t have you watching over me all the time. Harry treats me so nicely, Ni. He gives me everything, and I give him everything. He’s perfect for me, can you trust me on this?”

Niall looks up at them. His best friend and his sister. She looks at him like her entire world is within him, like he’s made of gold. And he treats her like she’s his everything, he can tell, the way he got past Niall to protect her, and just how quick she reacted to him. It’s real, he knows it is, he’s just upset with himself.

“Yeah, I can.”

Obstreperous (M)

» sehun & chanyeol, 4kyou catch sehun and chanyeol fooling around [

warning: smut (switch!sehun, sub!chan, bxbxf, femdom, threesome, orgasm denial, Chanyeol has a mommy kink, Sehun’s whiny)

So Chanyeol-ah is the only one who’s disobeyed me? Such a shame. I thought you were the most obedient, Chanyeol?”

Originally posted by princewangeun

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One For Both Teams Part 3

Summary: (High School AU) Starting fifth year in a completely new area proves less confusing than Y/N thought, as she easily befriends a number of people. The only thing is, not all of them get along, and Y/N finds herself torn between them.

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Originally posted by iwantcupcakes

Part Three

“Now, if you want to memorize a bunch of formulas and tricks, that will get you through the tests. Unfortunately, it will not give you an understanding of the mathematical universe, so I still recommend that you look deeper into these tasks and see the connections. Class dismissed.”

You let out a sigh of relief and packed your stuff up as quickly as possible, heading for the door. The other maths classes seemed to have ended a mere minute before yours, and the hallway was swarming with people. Great. Exactly what you needed after an hour and a half of trigonometric functions.

You gently pushed your way forward, trying to reach the door to the stairwell without trampling anyone or stepping on their toes, because good god that would be embarrassing.

Suddenly, your books were lying on the floor, and you had no idea how they got there. You quickly knelt down to pick them up, terrified of being stampeded to death by the masses of teenagers. You looked around for the last book, only to see someone handing it to you. You took it and stood up, causing him to do the same.

“Sorry, wasn’t looking where I was going.”

I’ll say, you thought, but decided not to make that comment.

“Oh, no, it’s fine. Steve, was it?”

“Yeah. Y/N, right?” he asked, and you nodded.

There was an awkward silence as the hallway around you kept buzzing. Was he expecting you to say something? You were just about to open your mouth when he spoke up.

“See you around, then,” he said, offering you a smile, which you returned, before pushing the door to the stairwell open. 

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Fire and ice

Summary: Y/N’s powers flare to her emotions how will they react when her and Bucky have an argument and she has to go on a life threatening mission

A/N: Also a pre warning this contains guns and a hostage situation but with recent events taking place I apologise for any upset I wrote it Sunday night and hadn’t heard of the shooting yet. Lots of love x

Bucky trials behind Y/N like a lost puppy, begging and whining how he was sorry.

“ Babe! Just look at me please?” He attempts to grab her hand but her reflex’s spiral and she snatches it to latch it onto the fridge door before swinging it open and in the process nearly hitting Bucky on the head. He sighs and sits on the counter behind her, swinging his legs so they thump a beat out onto the marble. He hears Y/N huff with her head stuffed in a fridge and grinds his feet taping to a halt, she slams the fridge shut and gives him evils from over her shoulder. He listens to her stomp into the common room and hears the faint click of the TV being turned on.

Bucky jumps off the counter and leans on the door frame leading into the common room and watches Y/N’s Y/H/C head of hair bop along to the music blaring off the screen.

“Babe.” Bucky says a little bit louder and still comfortable on the doorframe, arms now folded, muscles tense. “Y/N!” He shouts before finally storming himself over to her and snatching the remote and turning off the TV. Instead of responding like he wanted she reaches for Steve’s book situated on the coffee table and flicks to a random page. Bucky scoffs and mutters,

“Fuck this, I’m not dealing with your four year old tantrums.” and walks off towards the elevator and finally, stopping him dead in his tracks, the shrill scream of Y/N fills the room.

“MY four year old tantrums! You have no room to talk Mr ‘your not allowed to sit with Banner at lunch!’“ She has now stood up slamming her feet into the ground with each word.

“You” step “jealous” step “arsehole” step “dick” step “of” step “a” step “man” she is now right in front, nose pressed to his, of Bucky. Her eyes are lit with anger and Bucky fears his safety a bit because Y/N’s hands are very close to his body and everyone knows the angrier Y/N gets the quicker flames appear. An Bucky is the only thing pouring petrol on the ticking time bomb that is his girlfriend. He stands in front of her, mouth bobbing open and shut like a fish before the elevator pings and Steve pops his head outside.

“Y/N, Bucky your needed now. You guys can play happy families…” he pauses and studies the couple “…or not so happy families later but your needed now and we have to go.” Y/N grumbles foul language at Bucky and scrambles her way towards the jet with Bucky trudging behind. Whilst pulling on gear, sliding guns into holsters and stashing knifes in pockets Steve drills into them that it is a hostage situation and it will be high body counts if one wrong move is made.

The jet lands about forty minutes later and Y/N surveys the scene. Rows of men and women seem to admire the high rise building that is blackened apart from the 7th floor. Y/N squints and sees four people pressed against the glass, mouth gaged by black thick rope and finally a masked man cocking a gun to two out of four of their heads. Sam walks with Y/N towards police cars,

“Some crazy guy making demands about Hydra. They don’t think his actually a part of it though. The whole big attention thing isn’t their thing.” Y/N nods along and stands, arm crossed facing the tower building, next to the police.

Three hours later Y/N is tugging on Steve’s arm like a child begging to go home because its just some crazy guy and they should be sleeping when an actual emergency emerges from the rumble.

“Y/N I’m not going to tell you again. Go and stand in your place.” Steve turns back to the hood of the cop car and start plotting again. Y/N’s neck hair prickles up as she hears Bucky glide past her whispering,

“who’s the four year old now. So impatient.” Her nostrils flare and the anger, tension and embarrassment rushes to her finger tips and her hands suddenly burn. She cracks her neck, spins on her leather covered heels and storms to the glass doors blocked off from the public. Swirling her hands around she creates a circle of flames dancing around her so no one can approach her.

“Y/N!” A faint crowd of shouts latch onto her ears but she ignores them and heads inside.

I’ll show him who’s impatient, childish. His childish if anything.

Taking two steps at a time Y/N is greeted by a head to floor oak door blocking the 7th floor off. Steadying her feet onto the carpet she pushes against it but has no luck.

“Amateur.” She mummers before shots of flames spiral their way down the door and after five minutes flames lick around the roof and the mask mad man is the least of her worries. When she locates the room it would seem the idea of burning alive wasn’t on his bucket list so he ran. She quickly unties them and leads them past falling timber, broken desks and flaming everything. Leading them outside she realises that the people are safe but most likely scared for life at the burning building in front of them.

Heading back to the team Tony and Steve stand like disappointed parents on results day. Dragging her away from prying eyes Bucky slams her back into the brick wall and starts shouting with flailing arms,

“what were you thinking? Not only could you have gotten them killed, everyone around you killed but YOU could have been killed! How would I deal with that huh?” Suddenly Y/N feels a sadness fall in the pit of her stomach.

“I’m sorry, I just got carried away. You called me a child and I spiralled.” Bucky suddenly laughs, grabs her head and kisses her forehead. Swinging an arm around her shoulder they head back towards the group who still looked like mad parents,

“child.” Y/N mummers


Magnetic Chapter 19: Healing

Dean Winchester x Reader

1600 Words

Chapter Summary: Still weak from the spell, you are forced to rest, which doesn’t make you happy.

Story Summary: After your Dad was killed, you were shocked to learn all about his hidden life. Deciding to follow in his footsteps, you turn to a life of hunting, surprised at how well you adapted. Then comes along Sam and Dean Winchester, turning your life upside down. You and Dean don’t get along at first, but then things soon start to change.

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Days passed, and you slowly felt yourself returning to normal. Life at the bunker, however, was far from normal. Everyone was walking on tip toes around you, treating you like you could shatter at any second. The first few days it had been sweet, but then as time went on, and you grew bored from being cooped up in your bed so long, you grew grumpy and annoyed.

“Dean, I can go get my own breakfast!” You growled as he brought in a breakfast tray for the third day in a row. “I’m going crazy in this room!

Sitting the tray down on the bed next to you, he peered down next to you. The dark circles under his eyes were slowly going away, and he had shaved the beard that had started growing while you had been fighting the spell. "I know you probably can. But we’ve all decided, Sam, Cas and I, even Rowena. That you need a couple more days of rest. That was a tough spell, one many people wouldn’t have been able to walk away from.”

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Say You Won't Let Go (Oswald Cobblepot x Reader) - Fluff/Smut One Shot

Originally posted by mr-april

@oswald-cobblepot-is-my-addiction asked for something sweet with Oswald. I hope you’ll like it, sweetheart. Always remember, you’re worth every happiness and love in the world, my dear friend.

Summary: You and Oswald have feelings for each other, but never know how the other feels. One day, Oswald comforts you, and those feelings are revealed.

- Set sometime before season 1 -

Tags: @aya-fay @cnygma @cartoonobsessionsyndrome @theamazing-bouncingferret @sir-creepy @midnightschemesanddreams @socktrollqueen

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut (nothing too explicit), Fingering, Reader on Top.

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| Post | Zen/Hyun Ryu

[Y/N] has entered the chat room.
707 has entered the chat room.

Well, well, well
look who the cat dragged in

Jumin Han has entered the chat room.

Jumin Han
What cat are we talking about?
I hope
it is not my beautiful Elizabeth.



What are you doing up so late?

Considering my evil plan
on how to take over
the world

Ha wat

i already have

my amazing hakgin skills

and devilishly handsome

join me?



I see I see

U are too taken back

I will give you time to

think about it. but do not dally

Alas! We must hurry!

I hate
to be the bearer of bad news
But secretly…I am an agent in disguise!
Ur busted infamous 707!


Originally posted by foolishneko

ZEN has entered the chat room.

Ahh…tired, tired!

Hiya Zen~

Hello lovely [Y/N]~

How is my #1 doing?


Wth are you going on about 707?

Zen! Thank God!

You might be able to persuade Y/N!

She is on the wrong side!


Befor evythin fails!


Jumin Han

Jaehee Kang has entered the chat room. Yoosung has entered the chat room.

Jaehee Kang

I agree.

“….” is an appropriate response.

Ah the ice cold princess arrives~

Jumin Han
Please do not fill this chat with you’re shenanigans.
We have to deal with it enough
As it is.


Jumin Han

Jumin Han has left the chat.

He just left lololol


he is absolutely done
with ur crap

mission accomplished

Anyway, Zen, y r u tired?

Worry not my lovely
I was merely working out

What a man.

Don’t say such words
U’ll make me blush

How scandalous

U guys act as if
U aren’t already together

What r u talking about
How dare u imagine
something like that

Was I wrong???

Uh Yoosung

U were…


Oh no…
I’m sorry;;;


I’ll go now;;;
Gotta game anyway.
New level!

Yoosung has left the chat room.

Oh boy
I was gonna tell him…

Jaehee Kang
I have to leave as well.

Jaehee Kang has left the chat room.

I can’t believe
He actually took your word

Poor Yoosung
Ur despicable

U love it tho

U have no proof
of that

Ur laughing
I can tell

Maybe I am xD


Originally posted by ladyarcane


Hey hey
Ur not flirting
With my babe are u



Originally posted by zen-your-future-boyfriend


U better make sure
Ur locked in tight tonight

Was that a threat

I wonder

U can’t sneak into
My magnificent establishment
Me? The master hacker?
Defender of Justice?

Still heated from my workout…
My defined muscles are aching…


I wonder if smarts…
Can beat brute strength…?


707 has left the chat room.

Guess it’s just us now~



Did u really
Have to do that
u and I
Both know he’s just joking

But honey

Don’t honey me
I expect u to apologize

No honey?
Then how about babe?


Or darling?


Or how bout
The love of my life?
My sunshine?
My inspiration?
The reason
I wake up every morning?


You’re totally blushing
Right now

….shut up


U are right tho


I’m in love with you Hyun ❤


Who’s blushing now?


Expect revenge

From what?
The beast inside you?


That’s right
I read those chats





I was just joking




Plz remember u love me

Oh I do
Ull regret teasing me
I’ll show u what a beast really is

ZEN has left the chat room.

You stared at your phone, confused but let out a nervous chuckle. Yeah right. He wasn’t even home ye-

Wait. Didn’t he say he was coming at the beginning of the conversation?

Your eyes widened just as you heard the telltale sign of footsteps down the hall. You shot up in a blink and went to lock the door frantically but it was too late.

A foot slipped in between the hinge and the wall, preventing it from closing. A hand then pushed it open, easily over powering you.

The first thing you saw was a dangerous smirk curled high as Zen shut the door, silver eyelashes narrowing and trapping you in a red gaze.

You might have squeaked like a mouse.

Swallowing, you took a step back each time he advanced. “A-Ah Zen, we can talk about this”

Your hands went up as your back hit the wall.

“Zen? Zen!”


Fight me- part 2


Here is the long awaited Chapter 2 of fight me! I’m sorry it’s taken so long, schools been hectic and I kinda lost motivation. But my lovely betta @ladyaragorn13 was a big help and we got it finished together. I also smushed some Sammy in the end, they’ll be plenty more coming up!
I hope you like it!

Summary:Dean is fighting for money and meets someone interesting
Word count:1100 ish
Warnings: mild violence, lots of swearing, kinda angsty, bit of blood

Part 1

Originally posted by wheres-my-pie-sammy

Dean lay on the cold dirt for several minutes, before forcing himself into a standing position, goaded into it by the laughing crowd. He stumbled out of the makeshift ring and shoved through the crowd, not caring who he elbowed. He needed to get out of there fast, before someone realised he still had his winnings. He couldn’t afford to lose this cash. It may not have been the five hundred he wanted, but it was their food and rent money for two weeks.

Dean got to the doors and heard someone shout before he sprinted out the building. He wouldn’t be able to come back to this place without copping a massive beating. He smashed into the doors, shoving through them into the cold air of the night. He ran out through the dingy ally way and directly into the figure leaning against the wall.
“Son of a bitch!”
“Fucking hell!”

Dean fell back, landing on his arse, hard. He looked up, to see who he’d charged into. Hoody glared back at him, clutching her head from where it had smacked into the wall. “Oh, it’s you.” Was all Dean could think to say as he stood slowly. “Was that for kicking you in the balls?” she asked, still glaring and rubbing her head. She pulled her hand in front of her face, not seeing any blood, she turned away from him and began walking. “Wait!” Dean cried, scrambling to catch up to her. “Fuck off.” She snapped, still walking away.

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Drunk On You

Reader​ ​X​ ​Sam​ ​Winchester

Request:​ ​​Can​ ​you​ ​write​ ​a​ ​Sam​ ​x​ ​Reader​ ​imagine​ ​where​ ​he​ ​realizes​ ​he​ ​loves​ ​the​ ​reader​ ​after​ ​Dean and​ ​Reader​ ​spend​ ​a​ ​night​ ​at​ ​a​ ​bar​ ​without​ ​him?​ ​:) 

Requested​ ​by:​ ​loveseries

Warnings:​ ​Brief​ ​mentions​ ​of​ ​alcohol 

Word​ ​count:975

 A/N:​ ​Thank​ ​you​ ​for​ ​the​ ​request​ ​and​ ​I​ ​hope​ ​you​ ​enjoy​ ​this​ ​<3  

You​ ​attempted​ ​to​ ​stifle​ ​your​ ​laughter​ ​as​ ​Dean​ ​struggled​ ​to​ ​open​ ​the​ ​door​ ​to​ ​the​ ​motel​ ​room.​ ​In his​ ​defense​ ​he​ ​had​ ​had​ ​more​ ​than​ ​a​ ​few​ ​drinks​ ​at​ ​the​ ​bar​ ​and​ ​you,​ ​equally​ ​as​ ​tipsy,​ ​hadn't​ ​been able​ ​to​ ​open​ ​it​ ​either,​ ​despite​ ​making​ ​several​ ​attempts.​ ​

Sam​ ​was​ ​usually​ ​the​ ​voice​ ​of​ ​reason, keeping​ ​watch​ ​to​ ​ensure​ ​that​ ​you​ ​and​ ​his​ ​brother​ ​refrained​ ​from​ ​drinking​ ​yourselves​ ​into oblivion,​ ​but​ ​he​ ​had​ ​made​ ​the​ ​decision​ ​to​ ​stay​ ​behind.​ ​He'd​ ​rolled​ ​his​ ​eyes​ ​at​ ​his​ ​brother​ ​when he​ ​had​ ​suggested​ ​finding​ ​someone​ ​to​ ​blow​ ​a​ ​little​ ​steam​ ​off​ ​with​ ​so​ ​he​ ​could​ ​“get​ ​the​ ​stick​ ​outta his​ ​ass”.​ ​Dean​ ​had​ ​merely​ ​smirked​ ​before​ ​shrugging​ ​and​ ​walking​ ​out​ ​the​ ​door​ ​while​ ​you​ ​had stopped​ ​just​ ​long​ ​enough​ ​to​ ​make​ ​Sam​ ​promise​ ​you​ ​that​ ​he​ ​would​ ​take​ ​a​ ​break​ ​for​ ​once.​ ​Then you​ ​had​ ​pulled​ ​him​ ​in​ ​for​ ​a​ ​brief​ ​hug,​ ​running​ ​out​ ​the​ ​door​ ​when​ ​Dean​ ​threatened​ ​to​ ​leave​ ​you behind,​ ​missing​ ​the​ ​faint​ ​blush​ ​and​ ​soft​ ​smile​ ​that​ ​had​ ​spread​ ​across​ ​Sam’s​ ​cheeks.  

You​ ​watched​ ​as​ ​Dean​ ​dropped​ ​the​ ​keys​ ​for​ ​what​ ​must​ ​have​ ​been​ ​the​ ​fifth​ ​time,​ ​snorting​ ​as​ ​he got​ ​down​ ​on​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​and​ ​knees,​ ​muttering​ ​various​ ​swears​ ​to​ ​himself.​ ​Luckily​ ​for​ ​the​ ​both​ ​of you,​ ​Sam​ ​had​ ​picked​ ​up​ ​on​ ​your​ ​presence​ ​and​ ​he​ ​swung​ ​the​ ​door​ ​open,​ ​eyebrows​ ​raising​ ​in surprise​ ​at​ ​the​ ​sight​ ​of​ ​Dean​ ​scrambling​ ​to​ ​stand​ ​up​ ​in​ ​order​ ​to​ ​preserve​ ​some​ ​of​ ​his​ ​dignity.​ ​You hid​ ​a​ ​smirk​ ​behind​ ​your​ ​hand​ ​as​ ​Dean​ ​awkwardly​ ​cleared​ ​his​ ​throat,​ ​nodding​ ​at​ ​you​ ​and​ ​Sam before​ ​marching​ ​into​ ​the​ ​hotel​ ​room.​ ​Sam​ ​shook​ ​his​ ​head​ ​as​ ​he​ ​passed​ ​him​ ​by,​ ​all​ ​too​ ​familiar with​ ​his​ ​brother's​ ​antics.​

 ​Trailing​ ​after​ ​the​ ​inebriated​ ​hunter,​ ​you​ ​sat​ ​down​ ​on​ ​the​ ​couch, resigning​ ​yourself​ ​to​ ​a​ ​long​ ​wait​ ​as​ ​Dean​ ​had​ ​already​ ​claimed​ ​the​ ​bathroom,​ ​where​ ​he​ ​would likely​ ​hog​ ​the​ ​shower​ ​for​ ​the​ ​next​ ​hour.​ ​Sam,​ ​having​ ​shut​ ​the​ ​door,​ ​joined​ ​you​ ​on​ ​the​ ​couch​ ​and you​ ​promptly​ ​slumped​ ​over​ ​to​ ​rest​ ​your​ ​head​ ​on​ ​his​ ​shoulder.​ ​He​ ​stiffened,​ ​peering​ ​down​ ​at​ ​you to​ ​gauge​ ​your​ ​reaction.​ ​You​ ​were​ ​humming​ ​contentedly,​ ​idly​ ​playing​ ​with​ ​the​ ​hem​ ​of​ ​your​ ​shirt. Seeing​ ​that​ ​you​ ​weren't​ ​at​ ​all​ ​bothered​ ​by​ ​the​ ​physical​ ​contact,​ ​Sam​ ​allowed​ ​himself​ ​to​ ​relax.  

 “Missed​ ​you​ ​at​ ​the​ ​bar​ ​y’know”,​ ​you​ ​broke​ ​the​ ​silence,​ ​twisting​ ​your​ ​head​ ​around​ ​to​ ​look​ ​at​ ​him. “Dean​ ​kept​ ​ditching​ ​me​ ​to​ ​hit​ ​on​ ​the​ ​bar​ ​tender.”  

Sam​ ​gave​ ​you​ ​a​ ​wry​ ​smile,”yeah​ ​Dean​ ​tends​ ​to​ ​do​ ​that.​ ​Sorry​ ​for​ ​leaving​ ​you​ ​with​ ​him,​ ​I​ ​had​ ​to”, he​ ​paused,​ ​turning​ ​his​ ​face​ ​away​ ​from​ ​you,”had​ ​to​ ​think​ ​about​ ​some​ ​stuff.”  

You​ ​burrowed​ ​further​ ​into​ ​his​ ​side,​ ​fighting​ ​back​ ​the​ ​urge​ ​to​ ​yawn.​ ​“What​ ​kind​ ​of​ ​stuff​ ​Sammy?”  

He​ ​didn't​ ​bother​ ​correcting​ ​you​ ​on​ ​the​ ​nickname​ ​(though​ ​if​ ​he​ ​was​ ​being​ ​honest​ ​he​ ​didn't​ ​mind​ ​it when​ ​you​ ​called​ ​him​ ​Sammy).​ ​Instead​ ​he​ ​tentatively​ ​wrapped​ ​an​ ​arm​ ​around​ ​your​ ​shoulders. When​ ​your​ ​only​ ​response​ ​was​ ​to​ ​shift​ ​into​ ​a​ ​more​ ​comfortable​ ​position,​ ​a​ ​warm​ ​feeling​ ​rose​ ​up in​ ​him.​ ​Swallowing,​ ​he​ ​answered​ ​you,”I​ ​was​ ​thinking​ ​about​ ​this​ ​person​ ​that​ ​I…that​ ​I​ ​like.”  

Eyes​ ​fluttering​ ​shut,​ ​you​ ​mumbled,”tell​ ​me​ ​about​ ​them.” 

 “Well,​ ​they're​ ​amazing,​ ​really.​ ​Smart,​ ​funny,​ ​kind,​ ​attractive.​ ​A​ ​fighter,​ ​who​ ​doesn't​ ​put​ ​up​ ​with anyone's​ ​BS,​ ​including​ ​mine”,​ ​he​ ​chuckled.​ ​“They've​ ​seen​ ​a​ ​lot​ ​of​ ​terrible​ ​things,​ ​which​ ​is​ ​a given​ ​with​ ​the​ ​hunter​ ​lifestyle,​ ​but​ ​they've​ ​never​ ​let​ ​it​ ​get​ ​them​ ​down​ ​for​ ​very​ ​long.​ ​They're​ ​so much​ ​stronger​ ​than​ ​they​ ​give​ ​themself​ ​credit​ ​for,​ ​and​ ​I'm​ ​so​ ​incredibly​ ​lucky​ ​to​ ​not​ ​just​ ​know them​ ​but​ ​to​ ​be​ ​close​ ​to​ ​them​ ​as​ ​well.​ ​If​ ​I'm​ ​being​ ​honest,​ ​I​ ​don't​ ​like​ ​them.​ ​I​ ​love​ ​them.”  

Sam​ ​nervously​ ​ran​ ​his​ ​free​ ​hand​ ​through​ ​his​ ​hair,​ ​pushing​ ​the​ ​loose​ ​strands​ ​out​ ​of​ ​his​ ​face. Clearing​ ​his​ ​throat,​ ​he​ ​spoke​ ​up​ ​again,”It​ ​didn't​ ​really​ ​hit​ ​me​ ​that​ ​I​ ​loved​ ​them​ ​until​ ​today actually.​ ​That​ ​comment​ ​Dean​ ​made​ ​got​ ​me​ ​thinking,​ ​I​ ​didn't​ ​want​ ​to​ ​‘blow​ ​off​ ​steam’​ ​with​ ​some random​ ​stranger​ ​I​ ​met​ ​at​ ​a​ ​bar.​ ​There's​ ​only​ ​one​ ​person​ ​I​ ​want,​ ​and​ ​not​ ​just​ ​for​ ​a​ ​one​ ​night stand​ ​either,​ ​I​ ​want​ ​a​ ​​life​ ​​with​ ​them​ ​and​ ​that's​ ​not​ ​something​ ​I​ ​ever​ ​really​ ​thought​ ​I​ ​could​ ​have but​ ​when​ ​I'm​ ​with​ ​them​ ​I​ ​feel​ ​like​ ​I​ ​have​ ​a​ ​shot​ ​at​ ​being​ ​happy.​ ​​They​​ ​make​ ​me​ ​happy.​ ​​You​​ ​make me​ ​happy.  

Looking​ ​away​ ​from​ ​you​ ​Sam​ ​whispered,”​ ​I​ ​love​ ​you,​ ​Y/N.”  

His​ ​entire​ ​body​ ​was​ ​still,​ ​every​ ​muscle​ ​coiled​ ​tight​ ​in​ ​anticipation​ ​of​ ​your​ ​reaction.​ ​All​ ​was​ ​quiet, except​ ​for​ ​the​ ​steady​ ​sound​ ​of​ ​rushing​ ​water​ ​coming​ ​from​ ​the​ ​bathroom​ ​and​ ​each​ ​passing second​ ​only​ ​increased​ ​Sam’s​ ​doubts​ ​that​ ​you​ ​would​ ​return​ ​his​ ​feelings.​ ​Finally​ ​he​ ​dared​ ​to​ ​look at​ ​your​ ​face,​ ​wary​ ​of​ ​what​ ​expression​ ​he​ ​might​ ​find​ ​there.  You​ ​were​ ​​asleep.​​ ​Sam​ ​laughed,​ ​leaning​ ​his​ ​head​ ​back​ ​and​ ​placing​ ​his​ ​hand​ ​on​ ​his​ ​face​ ​as​ ​he fought​ ​to​ ​silence​ ​himself​ ​so​ ​as​ ​not​ ​to​ ​wake​ ​you​ ​up.​ ​Body​ ​still​ ​shaking​ ​with​ ​silent​ ​mirth,​ ​he adjusted​ ​his​ ​position​ ​on​ ​the​ ​couch.​ ​He​ ​figured​ ​that​ ​he​ ​might​ ​as​ ​well​ ​get​ ​some​ ​rest.​ ​After​ ​all,​ ​he wouldn't​ ​want​ ​to​ ​be​ ​half​ ​asleep​ ​when​ ​he​ ​confessed​ ​to​ ​you​ ​in​ ​the​ ​morning​ ​when​ ​you​ ​were actually​ ​awake​ ​to​ ​hear​ ​it.​ ​Still​ ​smiling,​ ​he​ ​fell​ ​asleep,​ ​cheek​ ​resting​ ​on​ ​your​ ​head.

Having​ ​sobered​ ​up​ ​somewhat​ ​during​ ​his​ ​shower,​ ​Dean​ ​exited​ ​the​ ​bathroom,​ ​stretching​ ​out​ ​as he​ ​shuffled​ ​towards​ ​his​ ​bed.​ ​He​ ​froze,​ ​rubbing​ ​his​ ​eyes​ ​as​ ​if​ ​he​ ​couldn't​ ​quite​ ​believe​ ​what​ ​he was​ ​seeing.​ ​When​ ​the​ ​sight​ ​of​ ​you​ ​and​ ​Sam​ ​curled​ ​up​ ​with​ ​each​ ​other​ ​didn't​ ​disappear,​ ​he grinned.​ ​“It's​ ​about​ ​damn​ ​time.”​ ​

Satisfied​ ​by​ ​the​ ​fact​ ​that​ ​his​ ​little​ ​brother​ ​had​ ​finally​ ​made​ ​a move,​ ​he​ ​crawled​ ​into​ ​bed.​ ​He'd​ ​leave​ ​the​ ​two​ ​of​ ​you​ ​alone​ ​for​ ​now,​ ​but​ ​he​ ​was​ ​​never​​ ​gonna​ ​let Sam​ ​hear​ ​the​ ​end​ ​of​ ​it. 

Every you Every me (9/?)

Pairing : Tony!Father x Reader!Daughter x Steve x Avengers

Warnings: idk(?

Summary: You are Tony’s daughter, everything was normal until you recall your past in your nightmares.

A/N : Steve’s point of view… okay I may not told this before… this story takes place in 2020 (well this chapter is now in July 2021) :v

Word Count: 3969

Chapter 1   Chapter 2.1  Chapter 2   Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5
Chapter 6   Chapter 7     Chapter 8

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It’s early morning, maybe 10 a.m. The soft wind enter through the kitchen accompanied by faint rays of sun that let the dust see as small glows. The music gives life to everything on the flat, soft jazz it’s playing through speakers, still you can hear birds chirping outside, it’s a normal morning for Christopher Pace or actually me, Steve Rogers.

I was writing on the notebook, blue ink and a lot of messy doodles everywhere, my hand moved from left to right leaving keywords or full sentences behind. The music in the warm flat made me relax a lot more, but there was something I was still craving. My hand leaved the pen while the other one grabbed the phone to call, seconds after I heard that familiar voice in the other side of the line.

“Pal, you can’t call us every 10 minutes, you never know if the walls have ears” Bucky said with a chuckle.

“I know, I was just kind of wondering…” I said while my free hand scratch my beard.

“Steve… you know she hasn’t wake up. I mean she made progress with moving some fingers but it’s just that, don’t worry she’s gonna be okay” Bucky said with a calm voice.

“Just call me if something change, okay?” I said with a sad sigh.

I ended the call when Bucky said his goodbyes and then, at 10:15 a.m., there was a knock on the door, Alexander Günther it’s here. I quickly go to the door, he was waiting and when the door opens, the man with blue eyes and almond hair is indeed behind the door, his posture only reflected how many control and power he still have and it made me feel a little uneasy, his wrinkles only let everyone know how many experience he have, but still there’s something behind those blue eyes, his hiding something behind this posture. he just nod his head as a ‘hello’ and he makes his way inside the flat. I closed the door and then I turned around and he’s looking at the notebook on the table.

“Schön, so you draw too, huh?” he said with a smirk when he saw the doodles (I think), the showed me that in fact he meant the doodles.

“Yes, kind of a hobby to kill some time” I tell him, I made my way to stop the music when I heard him again.

“Leave the music” Alexander said after he sits on the couch.

I don’t say anything and go the sit in front of him. My eyes are watching and the old man, he maybe was in his mid 40 of maybe he was now 50, I don’t know. Everytime I was with him million of questions came to my mind, did he hurt her?, did he remind her at least?. But I know there wasn’t any kind of chance of me to make those questions.

“You know, this song brings back forgotten memories to me. I used to know a girl that really like that piece” Alexander said with a sad smile and I only return the gesture.

“So, Pace. Two months talking about the same topic and still not satisfied” Alexander said, his eyes still looking at the notebook.

“For sure it helps, but theres some things I haven’t put in place” I tell him and all I want it’s to take the notebook away from him when he took it again, this time with the pen.

“Like what exactly? I gave you plenty of information, so much that both of us can be dead in a blink of an eye if Hydra finds out” he said with a stern voice.

“I know, and I really appreciate it, but-” “But you want to know about the kids” he said when his hand stopped writing on the notebook.

I looked at him confused, and yes I wanted to know about the 'Lazarus’ project,  he had told me in two months about the serum, how they created and that stuff, but he never talked about that, until now.

“Yes, I mean if you want to talk about it, I have tell you a million times about this kind of protection we can give you, but, really if you don’t want to talk about, you know the children, then don’t do it” I told him trying to act as if wasn’t a really hard subjet, maybe that way he wouldn’t notice that I really wanted him to spill everything about it.

“Children” he said with a chuckle when his eyes drifted again to the notebook, his hand started to move once again.

“They didn’t call them that way, they saw them like trash” Alexander said, with a sigh he continued and my attention was at top, while I was recording everything with the phone.

“If Hydra it’s good at something, it’s at disappearing people, in those days they made a huge research about children, specially in the ones that no one would bat an eye for them, so… they brought hundreds under the age of 15, still just 24 made it alive after the serum.” he said with a sad smile.

“At first I saw that project as something wonderful, we were bringing Hydra back to surface, but… I saw all this children dying in awful ways during the process of the serum, and it was then when I realized, it wasn’t human. Hydra can make horrible things, but what those children endured… no one would like to take their place”

“Anyway. As I was high commander they gave everyone of us a child. Ana, Viktor, Markus, Ásgeir, Jason, Joshep, Karina, Veronica, Adam, Isaac, Agnes, Richard, David, Michael, Emma, Ari, Kalevi, Olivia, Amanda, Annika, Hans, Roy, Damian and Lilian” he said again with a sigh, my jaw clenched when I heard her 'name’.

“I remember they actual names-” he said with a sad chuckle “May some of them rest in peace” he said with a frown and I was confused by that.

“They were special in their own way, some of them were made for sports, other to arts and the others well, they already had the guts to kill someone without hesitation. Mine was Lilian, this pure little girl, she was pretty smart you know?, she could do anything in a blink of an eye, her gift, was a quick learning and she found the way to use that learning to create new things” he said after a long pause and his eyes looked at me, all I could imagine was to notice Tony’s genes in Y/N. 

“But of course you know that” he said and I felt weird, I have a lot of feelings right now and all I can look in his eyes was regret and hope.

“uh? what-excuse me?” I said really confused by the statement, I really have to still acting.

“Lilian Günther” He said with sadness in both, his face and voice. And there I saw, regret, fear, sadness. But why?

Why Alexander Günther was feeling this way about Y/N? and Why does he think I know about all of this?. In that moment for sure I was frozen, waiting for him to keep talking, while my facade was still and scientist willing to give him protection for this kind of information.

“Alexander. If I asked you about this it’s because I didn’t knew about the subjet” I state clearly, still, my heart was beating fast and I felt the sweat on my forehead.

“Or because you want to know about her” He said, the way he was talking was, so strange, like if he was his father, that was!, he was talking like Tony!, but why?.

“Alexander” I said with a sigh, and 'frustration’ “I don’t know any Lilian Günther, but for what you have already told me, she isn’t your daughter, she was your
trainee” I told him once more trying to turn the tables.

“I saw her that way, Steve” He said and I was totally shocked and this time I didn’t know what to do.

“Just listen to me” he said when he saw my hands balled in fists, ready to attack, but by some reason i didn’t and I relaxed my muscles, still I was alert.

“This, this is Y/N” he said as he gave me the notebook. He took his time to draw her, at least as the last time I thought he saw her, and God, yes it was her in a drawing. I only nodded with my head.

“Look. When Hydra gave her to me I tried to kept her safe, for sure, I had to teached her to fight and other things, but I never let them touched her, and still sometimes I wasn’t with her and other Superiors tooked my job and made her do horrible things but when I was back I took care of her, because her mother asked me to.”

“I tried so hard to keep her safe, I tried to make her strong enough for her to runaway I even gave her a fucking map with a shelter for her to arrived when she could finally escape” he said with sadness.

“But I never thought Hydra could kill her mother and after that, everything went downhill. Hydra made with her horrible things, she was under the charge of other superior and they made her kill the other ones with the help of Kalevi, they erased her memory over and over again, until she couldn’t remember me, but one day she recalled me…” Alexander said and then he looked again a the notebook.  

Alexander POV 

2:50 a.m. and I was finally back from that shitty reunion on America. I was making my way in the facility when I heard screams and man shouting orders in german. I walked closer to the source of those noises and I couldn’t believe my eyes. Yelchin was in the room used by the old Black Widows, the forgotten one, but that wasn’t the wrong thing here. 

The wrong thing here was that Y/N was with him, and in front of her was Isaac, he was covered in blood and first I didn’t understand but then I saw Yelchin screaming again at Y/N, she refused every his command. The poor little girl of seven years refused to kill and old mate, but Yelchin made her do it. I walked there trying to stop her but Yelchin blocked me, only by his look I knew what he was saying 'don’t you dare’. It happened in seconds, Isaac was screaming and when I saw him, he was covered in daggers, then she screamed.

I pushed Yelchin away and I took Y/N in my arms, she hide her face on my chest as she cried in pain and horror.  I felt her little body shivering and I held her closer to me 

“She’s not your daughter, Alexander! Stop trying to be his father” Yelchin said angry before he leaved the room, he didn’t even bothered to take Isaac’s body away.

“Schlaf nur selig und süß, schau im Traum’s Paradies, schlaf nur selig und süß, schau im Traum’s Paradies…” I sang the lullaby over and over again until I felt her muscles relax. 

When she calmed down I carried her in my arms and I took her to the infirmary to heal her wounds.I went to the kitchen and grabbed some food for her. In that time she didn't spoked any word, she felt better and then, when I was ready to leave her dull room I heard her said 'thank you’ I turned around, she was smiling, and that broked my heart, this girl was living in hell, she killed her friend, she had wounds everywhere and she was smiling, innocent, small, but she was happy that I was with her, I nodded with my head and I leaved the room. 

And after that everything went even faster and Hell itself drag her down until no one practically knew her anymore, she barely spoke, her mind was in every Hydra order. It aches me every time to saw her killing someone of being reckless around the facility, training mostly all day and going into field missions from months. Someone could easily tell that she wanted to die, one way or another. Hydra made her a perfect assassin, or at least everyone thought so, because they erased her million of times.

Happens that Hydra lost control in the perfect soldiers, they were too dangerous even for HYDRA. So, they grabbed the strongest, Y/N and Kalevi. Magneto’s and Phoenix’s altered genes, to kill the other ones. Things were going as the plan, until Y/N refused to kill her friends, so Hydra didn’t want to kill her, not at all she was powerful, but they didn’t want her to think, so they tooked her away from me, they erased her again.

Once more she returned to kill, but one day made the difference, this simple day, when we were on a mission, someone shot her on the left leg and she remembered everything, her mother, her friends, for her luck I was with her, but we forgot the comm’s, everyone was listening to her memories. I tried to calm her down, but she was panicked, she was crying, confused, frightened
she didn’t knew what to do, and as I was going to told her tu runaway, two agents from Hydra took her away violently, she screamed and I saw how the dragged her once again from the field, but this time something made my heart break. 

“Vater! Hilf mir!” she screamed all the way to the jet and her voice echoed in my brain. 

I tried to go after her, I tried to stop them, but other agents stopped me, I fought them to rescue her and then Yelchin came back. He had a damn smile on his face and he knelt to look at me. Blood boiled inside me as I listened to his words full of venom.

“Stop fighting for her, Günther, she’s just an experiment,” his damn proud tone of voice.

After the mission I arrived to the facility, looking for her, and I saw her, barely alive in a cage, like an animal. She was broken in all the meaning of the word and I knew she couldn’t stay here anymore. I went to the main room and upload every single file from her, maybe Tony, will find her that way. It was a matter of weeks when the facility was on alert of incoming objects and Tony tooked her. And then, I escaped too. 

I looked at Alexander, he was so lost on his memories, and I realized he has tears on his eyes, trapped in there but then I knew, he saw her as his daughter.

“She’s… She’s in coma” I said and when the word left my mouth I felt akward and fearful, maybe that wasn’t the thing he wanted to hear.

He looked at me, angry, confused?, and I explained again, this time he was a little angry for sure.

“But, she’s making progress, she’s fine” I said trying to chill again, the lest I wanted was an ex- Hydra assassin to kill me.

“She’s in coma and you think she’s fine?” He said with an angry frown.

I thought to myself to not talk about her anymore, at least her health, he was going to get angrier with every word about it.

“She’s strong, that’s for sure. Do yo, want…to see her?” I asked even more awkwardly, and I didn’t knew if I was doing the right thing, but then, those words made him shift his eyes from anger to hope.

He nodded with his head and I grabbed my phone to show him some videos about her, and couldn’t help it but smile at her and then I heard him sob. I turn my face to look at him, he was smiling, he couldn’t believe his eyes. He looked at every video about her and he was crying of happiness, she really was his daughter, 14 years together, he saw her in the worst era and now, she was alive, in every sense of the word. When there was no other thing about her, he got up.

“You gotta leave, now” Alexander said with a serious voice. 

“What?-why?” I got up too, grabbing the notebook and the pen.

“Hydra. They are coming for you, they saw us in the bar, they’ll arrive at 1:00 pm. leave now” He said as a command. 

“What about you?” I asked him, it could be the last time I saw him, so maybe I could do something for him.

“I’ll escape again, don’t worry about it. Remember, if Hydra it’s good at something, it’s at disappearing people, even themselves” he said with a sad smirk.

 I nodded with my head but before I went to grab my thing he held my bicep.

“Take care of her, Rogers” he said in a 'dad voice’ like Tony’s one, if it wasn’t a serious time I would’ve for sure laugh, but I didn’t. And then he leaved the flat and I hurried to grab my things. 

“What?, what do you mean you’re coming back?!” I heard Bucky in the other side of the line, of course he was worried.

“Well things went a little unexpected, but I have all the information we need” I assured them.

“Steve” Bucky said in a warning voice.

“What? I mean, somehow they knew I was there, I got an anonym call, okay?” I said trying to make Bucky relax a bit.

“Hell. But, you’re okay?” Bucky asked with a relief.

“Yeah, I mean I played a scientist, what could’ve possible went wrong?” I said with a chuckle.

“I’ll not fight you right now about that, actually, I have to leave, things went pretty messy around here” Bucky said with another chuckle.

“Fine. See you at evening” I said with a smile and then Bucky said his goodbyes.

I was waiting inside the plane, by luck, I was the only one on the row, so it was more comfortable. I decided it will be better to relax myself a little so I took out the notebook, I was looking for a page in blank when I saw the sheet Alexander used. The way he remembered Y/N was marvelous, her eyes had that spark, her hair, after all this time he still thought about her, down the portrait was written something in german, I didn’t bat an eye and I started drawing in other sheet.

8 hours later I found myself in the elevator of the Avengers facility, damn I was so tired, the plane wasn’t the most comfortable to sleep and all I wanted was my bed, but then again, I have this urge to see her, so I pressed the button to her now 'bedroom’, so of course, I skipped the main room, but I guessed that F.R.I.D.A.Y. announced my arriving anyway.

I grab my baggage and I walk to her room, I stop in the door, I didn’t know what I wanted to see. I held a massive breath and I walk in. Of all the things in the world this is the most unexpected things, my eyes are looking at an empty bed, my heart is racing like a stallion, my breath is caught in my throat and for sure my eyes are going to explode.

WHERE IS SHE?!?!?!?!? is the only thought I have in mind. My bags fell to the floor as I ran to the elevator once again.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.! Where’s Tony?!” I asked frightened by the possibles answers.

When all of this happen? Where was she? Why isn’t she on the bed? She didn’t have any progress? what the fuck was happening?

“Mr. Stark it’s waiting for you in the main room, Captain Rogers” The A.I said, and God I was even more confused.

Tony was going to give me the bad news? Why he was waiting for me?

The elevator stopped at the main room and I practically ran screaming for Tony, and then he was there, holding a Bourbon in one hand while the other was inside his pocket.

“What has gotten into you Rogers? you missed me that bad?” he said with his shitty playful smile, but WHY??? why he was acting that way, his daughter wasn’t where she was supposed to be.

“Where’s Y/N?!” I asked with my eyes wide open.

“Y/N…” Tony said while looking at the glass on his hand and he deny with his head.

“Tony” I warn him, I was trying to believe that this wasn’t true, she wasn’t dead.

“Y/N was actually making a great progress, you know a month ago…” he said with a sad smile.

“Tony” I warn him again, I was looking at every move he was making, and then I realised he only takes that Bourbon on that expensive glasses when he’s really happy, so why he was using them?

“I guess, sometimes you find the answer when you turn around”  Tony said with a smirk before sipping from his glass.

I’m more confused now, but after hearing at Tony I turn around and-

“STEVE!” It’s all I heard before I feel a body wrapped around my body, legs on my waist, arms around my neck, head on my chest… I only let someone do that and that someone is

“Oh my god, Y/N?” I say, I have to look down at her face and there she was smiling like a sunshine, alive, awake, cheerful, it was my Y/N.

“Yes you dork, I’ve missed you so much” she said, but still she doesn’t unwrap herself from me. I don’t mind at all, I love to feel her chest against mine, her hands tugging at the hair of my neck.

“But, what the-” the said after she noticed something weird about me, she unwrap herself this time and the face she made when she saw mine, was too hilarious to be true.

Her eyes are wide, her mouth it’s open, she simply can’t believe her eyes, shes scanning me, every inch of myself. I was trying so hard not to laugh, I had a lot of feelings inside me right now, I wanted to kiss her and never let her go, I wanted to cry for excitement, but I was mostly happy to have my Y/N back.

“Jesus mother of god, your hair, oh my god, your beard” she said, her had came to my face, she touched the things she said with tenderness, like I was going to break in any second.

“Your hair is darker, oh my Steve” she said, her eyes still scanning me, searching for other changes on me, her hand rested on my cheek and I lean in her touch, is soft, warm, just how I remembered.

“You don’t like it?” I asked her, afraid that she might not like 'Christopher Pace’

“Steve my love, you can be bald and still I’ll always love you, but this is too much. This is-” she said with soft in her eyes. “This is something I could totally don’t fight to change” she said with a chuckle and it makes my heart go full speed.

“So you like it” I reaffirmed her statement and she answers with a 'I love it’.

“If you’re going to act like crazy love birds, please just go away, I don’t wanna see this” Tony said with a role of his eyes, and she didn’t think twice when she grabbed my hand to go to our room.

In matter of seconds we arrive there, and it was simply to show her how much I missed her, hell of course we weren’t going to leave that room in days.

Derek Hale ➢ Little Wolf

Part 2

For 7 years you and Derek had been together. 7 years and having a baby had never even been a topic of conversation. You knew where he stood on the subject and that only made you even more nervous to deliver the news. He felt that the life he lived filled with death and violence was no place for a baby. Now none of that mattered as you stared down at the pregnancy test in your hands. The little pink plus sign stared up at you tauntingly, pregnant.

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Fear and Desperation

A/N: This was a request for a Spencer x reader where the reader goes up to Spencer and kisses him and he finds himself kissing her back for some reason. When she pulls away, he sees that someone was following her. The requester wasn’t sure where I would go with it, but I have a definite idea. Enjoy! @coveofmemories


The desperation was coursing through you. You could feel a man’s footsteps behind you and they had been there for nearly four blocks now. Believing he wanted to hurt you, you didn’t dare turn around, slow down or travel down a remote street, so you kept heading in the direction of voices.

Suddenly, you turned a corner and saw two men and a woman walking in the direction of a car. You didn’t know what else to do. “Hey babe!” you said, running toward the slender gentleman with light brown hair.

When he turned around, you ran into his arms and kissed him right on the lips. However, instead of pulling back, he kissed you back. In this split second, you thought he would’ve pulled away. Once you’d pulled away, you looked at him in fear. “Please,” you whispered. “There’s a man following me and I don’t know what else to do.”

He shook his head slightly, kissing you again before grabbing your hand and beginning to walk again. “We’re going to a pizza place down the street,” he said quietly, motioning to his friends. “You’re safe now. We’re agents.” He gently motioned to a badge that was hidden in his pocket.

Finally, you managed to breathe, feeling as though you might make it home alive tonight. “Tell us about him,” the tall, built gentleman said, looking straight ahead. “What happened?”

You fought the urge to look at him, instead acting as though everything was normal. “I don’t know him,” you replied, “but he’s been following me for four blocks now and I didn’t know what else to do.” You smiled toward the man you’d kissed and he squeezed your hand.

“It’s okay. Is there anything you can tell us about him? Do you feel like he’s still following you?” he asked.

“I do,” you replied, still feeling his footsteps near you, except this time farther back than before. “He smelled of menthols and shit beer.” Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the blond woman pretend to drop her wallet so she could turn around and search for him without being obvious. After she turned around, you saw her give the muscle-y looking man a definitive nod. He was still following you. Who was this man? Why was he fixating on you?

“Here we are,” the tall gentleman said, placing his hand on the door of the pizza place to let you in first. As you walked in, the man you’d kissed placed his hand on your back ushering you inside.

Once you were inside and away from the rank smells of cigarettes and beer, you turned to your three saviors. “Thank you,” you said, clutching your chest. “Thank you so much. I’m so sorry I kissed you. I didn’t know what else to do.”

He laughed. “Don’t worry about it, I’m just glad you knew to stay in a well-populated area. Most people go off instinct and run, so they corner themselves. I’m Spencer Reid by the way and these are my friends Derek Morgan and Jennifer Jareau.”

“Thank you again, Spencer, Derek and Jennifer. I feel like I can breathe again.”

“We’re going to make sure you get home okay,” Jennifer said, pulling her wallet out again. “But in the meantime, do you want a slice of pizza?”

“I’m buying,” you insisted. “It’s the least I can do for you guys saving my life.” They all insisted they were agents and it was their job, but you didn’t know that when you ran up to them; you just thanked the gods they were there and willing to help. You placed the order and excused yourself to use the bathroom, walking to the back of the restaurant. Taking a deep, cleansing breath you got up and washed your hands before stepping outside again.

Quickly, you felt the door to the outside of the restaurant fly open - the familiar scent of menthols and beer invading your nostrils before a pair of hands grabbed you, pulling you outside.

“Spencer!” you screeched, feeling your vocal chords vibrate. “Derek! Jennifer! Help!” He was here and dragging you kicking and screaming. He was going to kill you. 

He pulled you into the alley, throwing you against the wall before putting his beer down and taking off his coat. Frozen in place, you felt the air leave your body as you realized what he actually wanted with you. As his fowl cigarette-laden breath grazed your neck, you squirmed, desperate to get away but with nowhere to run; he’d cornered you.

Fearing the worst, you were taken off guard when you heard the door slam into the brick wall again only seconds later. “Hands up!” Derek screamed, training his gun on your assaulter. The man looked around slowly before trying to make a run for it. However, with Spencer in his path, he wasn’t able to get any further than a few feet before he slammed him into the brick wall.

“Not going anywhere,” he said, taking Jennifer’s handcuffs and cuffing him.

Jennifer kneeled at your place on the wall, where you’d slithered down in a mix of horror and relief. “You’re okay,” she said. “He can’t hurt you.” She saw the fear in your eyes and helped you up off the floor, enveloping you in a hug. “It’s okay. We’re gonna make sure you get home okay.”

Within minutes, the local authorities were called and the man was taken into custody. It was cut and dry; so without any further delay, they told you that you could go home, as long as you returned to the precinct the next day to fill out paperwork and answer a couple of questions.

You were still shaking when Spencer placed his hand on your shoulder, asking if you were okay. “I-I’ll be o-okay,” you replied with a weak smile.

“Let’s get you home,” he said with a comforting glance.

As you got into Derek’s car, which was parked a block away from the pizza place, you finally allowed yourself to relax, falling asleep on Spencer’s shoulder as they escorted you safely home.

Dryoma all grown up (aka about 23 here, like Gaz). She has Daya’s looks and Gaz’s horrible temper and is a little more muscle-y. Mean and ornery but still bends to her mom’s will if she’s too out of line. Don’t have a solidified Moonape form yet but imagine it’s nasty

george598  asked:

Hi~ Are you going to do a 3rd part of the fanfic where the gods cheat on MC? I love that fic, the feels ㅠㅡㅠ!

abso-toota-lutely! Here are the links to the 1st and 2nd parts if anyone needs them!!




Leon: You swore to yourself that you had never been more angry or frustrated in your entire life. Curse the King and his dumb throne. Curse his existence and everything he’s done. Curse him. 

And why were you so mad? 

Well, upon barging breathlessly into Leon’s room in the heavens, you saw the very God you had once loved sitting at his table filling out papers and eating a plate of meatballs, looking as healthy as ever. You froze in your tracks as his head whipped around toward the sound, his golden eyes full of shock at the sight of you.

Seconds, hours, eternities passed as neither of you moved, dared even speak. You both silently gazed at each other, countless thoughts crashing together. 

Leon took the first action, gracefully standing up from his seat to walk towards you, his eyes never breaking from yours. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you noticed the subtle changes in his appearance in the past year and a half of separation. His hair had grown several inches longer, his body was a bit thinner, and his eyes… His eyes were completely guarded. No trace of lust or derision lingered in the depths, rather, his eyes were solid stones, unfeeling and cold beneath the shock. But with every step he took towards you, you could see pain and longing flit around in their golden depths, stirring an old flame of pain and longing in yourself.

“What a surprise to see you here,” he finally said, his tone even and cool. “I didn’t think that your services were required in the heavens anymore.”

Your voice worked on its own accord, because your emotions had destroyed all rational thought. “The King called me.” Leon raised an eyebrow in question. “He said that there was something he needed help with.”

“Oh ho?” Crossing his arms, he took a step closer to you. You took a step backwards. “And what did he exactly need help with?” He took another step closer. You, one step back.

“Ah, n-nothing,” you stuttered, moving another step back away from the man that moved ever-so-close toward you. Your back connected softly with the wall, and fear swept into your veins. But this fear… It was one that you hadn’t felt in a long, long time. Your body almost seemed to welcome it. Swallowing thickly, you tensed as Leon stepped closer, close enough that you could wrap your arms around his neck.

“Nothing?” he repeated, a light dancing in his eyes. A small smile flitted on his face. “You wouldn’t happen to be lying now, would you?”

Your breath hitched. Damn him, you thought to yourself. Damn this stupid lion. Damn him and his dumb smile. Damn his ability to make me want him. Damn me for wanting him.

His hands slammed on to the wall on either side of your head. You jumped in surprise, but immediately froze when his face moved within centimeters of your own. You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t move.

“Listen up and listen well, Y/N, for I’m only saying this once,” he growled, that old possessive light shining in his eyes. “I loved you. I loved you more than the stars. I loved you then, and I love you now. I made a mistake, and I know that I hurt you, and I could never be more sorry. I’m a damn fool, but I’m a damn fool that loves you. I swear, I will never, ever hurt you again. Please, Y/N, come back to me. This is the last time I’ll ask. If you say no, then I’ll leave. I’ll never talk to you again.” 

Your breathing all but stopped as his breath ghosted over your ear, his lips brushing agains your sensitive lobe. 

“If, however, you do accept my apology, I pledge myself to you. I pledge myself to serve you and honor you for the rest of my days. I swear, I will cherish you and bring you pleasure for the rest of your days. I will love you until after the last star in the sky burns out.” A tremor entered his voice as he looked back in your eyes, and he leaned his forehead against yours and you knew that you were done for. 

And right before you were swept away into his arms for all eternity, you breathed out one word. 


Teorus: “Please, Ichthys!” you begged, clutching on desperately to the god’s arm. “Tell me where Teorus is! I need to find him!”

Ichthys glared down at you, his eyes flashing with rage as he clenched his jaw. “Do you really want to go back to him? After all the pain he put you through?” he scoffed derisively, shaking you off. “I thought you were smarter than that, Y/N.”

“I know what I’m doing,” you replied, seething with anger and frustration. What was Ichthys’s problem? You had never seen the free spirited god like this before. “Why won’t you tell me?”

“Why do you still love him?” he replied, crossing his arms. “Give me one good reason why you still love him and then I may tell you.”

“You may?” you echoed, absolutely mind-blown and frustrated beyond belief. “Why do you care so much about what I do about Teorus or not? This is my life, and I will do with it what I want. You can’t stop me, Ichthys. Don’t even try.”

Before you could even turn away, Ichthys grabbed your arm and slammed his lips down on yours. Within seconds, you wrenched yourself away from him in disgust. Wiping your arm against your mouth, you were just about to tell him off when you heard a cracking sound.

Gasping, you saw as Ichthys landed on the floor, holding his nose as blood poured from it. In front of him stood a seething Teorus.

“If you ever so much as lay a hand on her again, I swear, I will destroy with all of the power i have, no matter who you are,” he spat, hands clenched into fists at his side. Ichthys breathed heavily on the floor, fear flashing in his eyes as he scrambled up and left the room. 

Turning toward you, Teorus cupped your face in his hands, worry apparent in his eyes as he searched you over. “Are you okay? Did he do anything to hurt you?”

“I-I’m fine,” you managed to croak out, dazed at the fact that the man you loved was here in front of you, touching you. 

The worry left his beautiful gaze, and he gently laid his forehead against yours. His breath danced across your lips. “Good… That’s good…”

In that fraction of a second, you made your choice. You loved him, even after all this time.

As you pressed your lips softly against his, you whispered back to him, “I love you too.”

Scorpio: You had never seen Scorpio cry. It wasn’t that he was heartless (which sometimes, you and the other gods joked that he didn’t have one), rather, he never found anything to cry over. Sure, he had teared up before, like on the day you left after he slept with that girl, but you had never seen the tears fall.

But here in front of you, the great Scorpio was crying. His words were so full of unbridled, relentless passion, and his emotions were laid out on the carpet in front of you. It was as if he had taken up the centuries of pain and hatred and love and fear and joy that he had ever felt and let it all out in front of you in one massive wave.

Unknowingly, you began to cry too.

Here was the strongest man you had ever met, and he was completely broken in front of you. You swore that no other person could ever be as broken and lost as he was in that moment, and your heart ached for him.

In the year away from Scorpio, you had learned a lot.

You learned that life was fleeting; that pain hurt a hell of a lot more when you tried to suppress it; that true, passionate, unadulterated love only came around once in a lifetime; that all people were capable of forgiveness; that the longer you held on to the demons of the past, the harder it was to find your way to the light.

Most importantly, you learned that you still loved Scorpio.

And he still loved you.

Kneeling on the carpet in front of him, you gently cupped his face in your hands. You smiled at him through the tears as he looked up to you, his own tears falling down his face to drench the carpet.

“Do you really mean that?” you said, already knowing the answer. But you just had to hear him say it one more time.

“More than anyone could ever fathom,” he whispered. “Y/N… I love you.”

You smiled as you pressed your lips to his, relief and passion crashing into you.

Ichthys: You woke up feeling better than you had in months. No headache greeted you when you opened your eyes, you felt well-rested, and your muscles seemed more relaxed. But you still felt the emptiness inside.

“Y/N, are you awake?” called out a voice, one that you only seemed to hear in your dreams.

All thoughts and actions disappeared when you saw the face that you loved oh-so-much appear from the doorway of your apartment. 

Ichthys didn’t seem to notice your frozen state as he walked quietly towards you, a bowl of food carried gently in his hands. His face held lines of worry as he set the bowl of food down and sat next to you, but you still couldn’t move, much less think.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” he asked, holding your hands in his own. You looked down, heart racing a mile a minute and focused on his hands. They were cold to the touch, but soft like always. His thumb gently rubbed circles on the back of your left hand. “Y/N?”

You didn’t even notice the tears slipping down your face until his hands moved to your face to wipe them away.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” he whispered. “I’m sorry for all this pain that you’ve gone through, and I’m sorry that you had to do it alone.” It was getting harder and harder for you to breathe.

“I know it hurts, and I know I have no right to be here, but you can’t throw away your life like this, Y/N.” His voice cracked slightly and you started to shiver from the intense pain and loneliness inside of you, but you felt so much better in Ichthys’s hands. “Please, love, you are too important and beautiful and significant to just die like this. You don’t deserve any of this pain.”

You were sobbing now, and Ichthys drew you deeper into his arms as he moved his body to lean against the wall. He curled you up onto his lap and wrapped his arms around you, tucking your head into his chest as he placed his head on top of yours.

“I’ll be here with you for the rest of you life, sweetheart. I’ll never leave you agains, so don’t you leave me.” Pressing a kiss to the top of your head, you felt some of your loneliness break away, and you were more at peace than you had been since you left him. “Go to sleep, love. I’ll be here when you wake up, and every minute after that for the rest of your life.”

Dui: After navigating your way through the library, mansions, and the gardens behind the mansion, you found your god of Gemini under the veranda, gently sliding his fingertips along the soft, spring flowers.

You quietly gasped at the sight of him, your breath taken away by how much you had truly missed him. It took everything in you not to throw yourself into his arms and kiss him until the stars turned cold. But you had more self-control than that, so you decided to hold back and see what exactly Dui wanted.

Just as you were about to call out to him, Dui turned around with the most beautiful smile on his face. He looked over you once, and his eyes flashed with love, longing, and a hint of some other emotion as he called your name. “Y/N, I’m so glad you came.”

You found yourself smiling already, feeling like a small school girl with her first crush. Of course, the pain still lingered inside of you, but your love for Dui was always stronger than anything else, and you decided to focus on the love.

“I’ve gotta hand it to you,” you began as you walked into the veranda towards where he stood by the flowers, “your riddle game was too intriguing for me not to come.”

“Ahh, well, I’m glad you enjoyed it.” His smile brightened and his eyes twinkled with so much happiness and joy that you wondered if he had smiled at all in the time that you had been separated. Then, his smile fell a bit, and his eyes darkened slightly. “Surely you must know, Y/N… Surely you must know how truly and deeply sorry I am for the pain I put you through. You never deserved that, and I am so sorry that I let you down.”

He turned toward you as he got down on his knees in front of you, taking one of your hands in his own. “Please, can you find it in your heart to forgive this sinner for all the wrongs he committed against you?”


“Please,” he whispered again, placing gentle kisses along the back of your hand. “I love you so much, Y/N. I never stopped loving you or thinking about you. I know that this isn’t easy for you, but…” Taking a deep breath, Dui looked up at you with tear-filled eyes. “But I can’t live another day, another minute, another second, without you. Please, let me love you for the rest of your life.”

But you knew your answer before you had even started his little game. You knew your answer even if you couldn’t see him again for fifty years.

Kneeling down in front of him, you took his hands and placed them on your face. “I forgive you,” you said, and you leaned forward to kiss the one that you loved and you still love.


GOOD HEAVENS THIS TOOK ME FOREVER. but I’m so glad I finished this up! *wipes sweat* I never really expected to write three parts to this whole cheating scenario, but I’m kinda glad that I did! And maybe, in the near future, I might even write one for Huedhaut since I know some of you were disappointed that I didn’t (what was I even thinking??)

Anyways, I hope you liked it!


anonymous asked:

Big Mama Red is the kind of person with a big open kitchen, I'd think. Since she has three kids (triplets yeah?) I bet she can balance three kids and still cook something good for dinner at the same time. Probably muscle-y as heck and her kids were inspired to be muscle-y awesome ladies too. (Awesome beefy muscle hugs and it's like you're safe from everything in the world, the triplets love hugs so much)

//(( yes exACTLY, Big Mama Red is both the sweetest mama but is also the toughest, used to be world champ for weight lifting.

Sweetest ‘home cooked meal everyday’ mama but have mercy on your soul if you hurt her babies//))