but the curse twisted him and how he showed it like it did to everything and everyone else


Peter Parker X Reader

Word Count: 1907

Warning: There is a teeny bit of kissing. But it’s kind of cute????

A/N: Hey, I know this isn’t a Crash Landing update, but I’m kind of struggling with it at the moment. So, I wrote this. Also, if you haven’t seen an earlier post, I’m away for the next four-ish weeks, so don’t expect to hear all too much from me for a bit. I am trying to queue up some writing, but I can’t make any promises! I love you guys!

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Try Me

Namjoon x Reader // College!AU, Rugby!AU // 12.8k words

Summary: You wanted nothing more than to leave behind your old self when you graduated from high school and moved on to college to play rugby but when you see your high school classmate, resident fuckboy and captain, Kim Namjoon, at the rugby department orientation, you feel like everything might fall apart.

Genre: Fluff

A/N: lmao soz for the weird header but I couldn’t find a good gif. Anyway, this was once supposed to be part of a collab but I’ve since revamped it and I hope you guys like it!! this one’s mainly for @hijoonie who sent me numerous encouraging messages when I talked about how inadequate I felt compared to those other bigger writers (’: I hope you like it!!

Forgettable. A single word that encapsulated who you were. You drifted in and out of high school, always in class, always present at practice yet whenever your name was mentioned, the usual response is a short pause before they say something along the lines of, oh right, her… I think I’ve seen her around before… 

It wasn’t that the people in your school were overtly unfriendly in any way but you had come in to the school halfway through sophomore year, the only new face they had seen in years and the stares you got made you feel so out of place. Just about everyone had their own group of friends and it just seemed like there was no space for you or at least that’s what you told yourself. You hated the move to this new town, to be uprooted from the place you had called home for so many years and you were so, so bitter. Dread was all you felt whenever you woke up in a house that wasn’t familiar and gloom was all that surrounded you when you walked on a path to a school you didn’t recognise. 

Your classmates were excited of course, about Y/N the new transfer student but you didn’t seem to share in that emotion, always trying to push them away. You didn’t want to like this town and so, subconsciously you were trying to make it seem like this school was a horrible place. It was an almost masochistic way of living, if you will. Slowly, your classmates gave up on trying to include you in their conversations because they weren’t going to waste their time on someone who just wanted to be left alone. 

Year after year, you sat in your seat, letting yourself stew in thoughts about how much better your life would’ve been if you hadn’t moved, hatred brewing within you with each passing day. Wake up, school, homework, sleep, repeat. That was all you did for 3 years. In a way, you weren’t really making the most out of your time at high school. You were simply drifting through life, trying your best to get through high school unscathed. Sad. It’s the only word that could describe what you were but you only had you and your stubbornness to blame.

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kyasuu  asked:

So I don't usually do scenarios but imagine: Lance has a bad dream where he thinks everyone is angry with him, and when he wakes up he's so sick he's delirious and he thought the dream actually happened. So when he leaves the room everyone sees how sick he is and is like D: and when he mumbles he's sorry they're so confused like Lance what are you apologizing for??

*writes you a fic to show my unconditional and undying love for u*

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anonymous asked:

I have a Valentine's Day based idea! sorry if it's stupid lolol Basically viktor has planned a day to show yuuri how many people love him to help him understand that he is valued and to help with his anxiety of not being good enough (cause vday can be platonic too!!) but yuuri wakes up and has other plans ;)) and Eros mode is switched on - viktor wants to tell him it's not the best idea BC people might come in but obvs he can't resist ;)) (you decide whether they're caught or not) <3333

Victor had it all planned out. He really did. He just wanted to show Yuuri how important he was, not only to Victor, but to everyone else in his life. Sometimes Yuuri needed to be reminded that it wasn’t only Victor who got his ‘life and love’ from him. What better day to show him that than on Valentine’s Day. A day of love. 

It was supposed to start with a phone-call from Yuuri’s family back home in Japan. They were going to tell him how much they loved him and how much they missed him. And afterwards, Victor was going to give Yuuri a plane ticket home for a long-weekend in a couple months to see them. He wanted to tell Yuuri that his family loved him and missed him.

Then he’d planned for them to take a walk down to the coffeeshop just around the corner with Maccachin where he’d give Yuuri a new collar he’d bought for the poodle. One that had a tag with engraved with: ‘if found, please call Victor and Yuuri at…’. It was supposed to show Yuuri how much a part he was of Victor’s small family. 

Phichit was supposed to call Yuuri after coffee. He’d even asked for a specific time so they wouldn’t be caught in the middle of walking or order coffee. He was going to tell Yuuri how much he missed rooming with him - their late night talks. After, Victor was going to show Yuuri the website he’d been looking at for new couches. Big ones that could fold out into a bed, so when (not if) friends came to visit, they could stay with Yuuri and Victor. 

After that, (and Victor had allowed extra time because Phichit really liked to talk sometimes), they were supposed to head back home where Yurio was going to visit. He was going to stop by on his way to practice and he was going to actually tell Yuuri how much he’d looked up to him in his youth (Victor had bribed him with the promise of choreography for next season). He was going to going to actually use his words to explain how dear Yuuri was to him. And Victor was going to suggest putting together an exhibition piece with all three of them in honour of their strange family dynamic. 

Then they were all supposed to head over to breakfast with Mila, Yurio and Georgi. Victor was going to show Yuuri a video he’d had the triplets back in Hasetsu make with the videos from his phone. He’d already watched it. It was heartwarming. It included scenes of well-wishes from friends at home (Yuuko, Minami, and Minako), and internationally (Guang-hong, Leo, Chris and Phichit, mostly) interspersed with snippets of rink time here in Russia where Yuuri was laughing and skating with his fellow rink-mates. 

Everything was supposed to fall into place. He’d planned it perfectly, he was sure. He wanted to make Yuuri’s heart swell with warmth and joy. Give him something to hold onto when his anxiety became too much; something Victor could remind him of when he was feeling particularly unsettled. It was the perfect sentiment for Valentine’s Day: the day of love, no matter the form. He’d planned it so the morning was for friends and family, an Agape love, with the evening reserved for him and a more Eros sentiment. 

It was supposed to be perfect. But Yuuri had made plans of his own. 

Victor gasps up at Yuuri as he slides his naked body smoothly over Victor’s as soon as their alarm rings. 

“Good morning,” he purrs, eyes dilated and aroused. He’s put on his full Eros persona and is giving Victor a show.   

“Yuuri-” Victor moans. Half of him wants to push his fiancé off, tell him to get dressed in time for his family’s call. The other half of him wants to see where this is going. 

“Shhh,” Yuuri grins, pressing a finger to Victor’s lips. “I have a Valentine’s gift I want to give you.” Victor isn’t going to refuse that. And then Yuuri does something with his mouth that drives any coherent thoughts from his mind

Ten minutes later, when his phone chimes with the call. Yuuri turns on the ‘do not disturb’ function, then throws it behind their pillows somewhere where it’ll be lost for half a day. Victor doesn’t even care. Not when Yuuri’s looking at him that way. Not when Yuuri’s captured his attention so thoroughly. 

It’s only two hours later, when Victor’s hands are tied up and out of the way, and he’s in a blissed-out state - Yuuri is gasping above him - does he hear the harsh slide of jingling keys in the lock of their apartment. 

“Oh, shit, shit,” He curses, “Yuuri, please, love,” he cries, “we need to-”

“Eyes on me only,” Yuuri demands, grabbing Victor’s chin roughly and pulling his attention back to his lover above him, unaware of what’s about to happen. 

Victor hopes dearly Yurio won’t just barge in on them because he’s powerless to stop Yuuri’s Eros right now. Yurio had been reluctant to take the keys to the apartment they’d given him months ago for his very reason - he doesn’t ever want to walk in on them. 

“Oiiii,” Yurio calls from the kitchen, “You guys back yet? Lets get this over with. I’m starving. I wanna go for breakfast.”

Yuuri doesn’t even falter in his rhythm, just raising one eyebrow as if to ask Victor ‘breakfast?’. 

“Yurio!” Victor calls out in the most even voice he can muster. “Just go ahead to breakfast by yourself! We’ll meet with you there!” 

“Huh? Why?” Yurio calls through the door. “I thought you wanted me to confess all that sappy shit to Yuuri. I’m not doing that in public.”

“Sappy shit?” Yuuri asks quietly, but Victor ignores him for a second. 

“Please, just-” he tires to explain, but breaks off with a gasp as Yuuri twists one of his nipples. 

There’s a pause where Victor’s sure Yurio’s right outside their bedroom door. It takes less than a second for Yurio to realizes what’s happening. “Are you fucking KIDDING ME?” He all-but shrieks. “Oh my god! I’m leaving. And you’re taking your key back at breakfast!” He yells, just before he slams their front door shut. 

“I ah, think we should finish up soon here,” Victor says reluctantly, turning his attention back to Yuuri. “We’re supposed to meet for breakfast. Actually, I had this whole romantic morning planned out-” he tries to explain. He’s afraid for a moment that Yuuri will be to embarrassed to continue. 

But his lover just smirks. “They can wait.”

A Taste Of Your Own Medicine Pt. 2 (Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader)

Originally posted by nellaey

Part 2 to a Taste Of Your Own Medicine

WOO does it feel good to finally get something posted!  I have not edited this yet, so sorry if it’s not the best or if they are errors!

You lay in bed that night, reminiscing your victory from earlier.  You were one of the very few people that had ever stood up to Draco Malfoy and actually won.  Funny thing, you actually used to have a crush on him.  That is, when you first saw him.  But pretty quickly you realized he was never going to change his jerk attitude, so you gave up on your fantasy.  

A few minutes later you fell asleep, your last thought being:  well, potions is sure to be quite interesting tomorrow.

*Time skip to potions class*

Being the good student that you were, you got to class before Draco did.  You pulled out your book and set your bag under your chair.  It wasn’t long before you sensed an arrogant ass sliding into the seat next to you.  You glanced over at Draco and smirked.  In response he groaned and rolled his eyes, then proceeding to move his seat as far to the end of table away from you as he possibly could.  

Class went rather smoothly, which was not what you were expecting.  Luckily there was no actual potion-brewing going on that day, so there was no reason that you and Draco would have to work with each other.  All Snape had on that agenda that day was boring old book work and a pop quiz.  

When class was two minutes away from ending for the day, everyone was stuffing their book and quills back into their bags to prepare to switch to their next class.  As you neatly tucked your ink bottle into your bag, you felt a tap on your shoulder.  You looked up in surprise.  It was the last person you expected it to be, Draco.  Great, what does he want?

You sighed, annoyed.  “What do you want, Draco?”

“Uh I-I just want to talk.”

Did he just stutter?

“Well, we can’t do that right now.”

“I know.  Before dinner tonight would you meet me by the Black Lake?”

You thought about this for a second.  What does he want from me?  Does he want to apologize?  That would be crazy.  Eh, might as well.  “As long as you don’t try to kill me or pull some crazy shit, sure.”

He frowned.  “I won’t.”

The rest of the class was too busy packing up their stuff to finally get out of Snape’s class to notice Draco and you talking.  Ten seconds after Draco’s reply, class was dismissed.

You went about the rest of your day thinking of answers as to why Draco would want to talk to you in private.  Maybe he wants to throw me into the lake so I get eaten by mermaids… Or drown… Or he’ll cast some curse on me to make me lose all my hair…   Or maybe he does really just want to apologize.  It may seem a little far fetched, but it’s definitely possible.


Once all your classes were over for the day, you sat in a large armchair in the Hufflepuff common room, deep into reading the newest book you had gotten from the library.  When you had finished four chapters, you glanced at the clock hanging over the fireplace.  It was 5:10pm, and dinner was served at 5:30pm.   Well, I guess I’d better get going to the Black Lake for whatever Draco has in store.

After you had placed your bookmark in your book and placed it in your trunk at the foot of your bed, and then you got your house scarf out.  It was November after all.


You made your way throughout the twisting corridors until you were finally outside on school grounds.  You carefully stepped down to where the Black Lake was located.  In the distance you could see the back of a black cloak with a green and silver scarf at the neck along with platinum-blond hair.

You approached who was obviously Draco, clearly very quietly since he never showed any sign of being aware of your presence.  You tapped his shoulder, causing him to turn around in surprise.  He appeared to be holding a single white rose.

“O-oh–I didn’t see you there.”

You smirked, amused.  “I can tell.”  You took a moment to observe your surroundings, to make sure none of his sly and highly annoying friends were waiting to cover you in rat droppings or anything else that could do you harm.  Thankfully, there was nothing.  “So… why did you want to talk to me?”

Draco sucked in a breath.  “I-I… just wanted to say…” he trailed off and turned his head downward as to not look you in the eye.

You raised your eyebrows in surprise.  “Just wanted to say…?” You said and tapped him on the head.

His head sprung up.  “JustwantedtosayI’msorry.”

Your eyes got large.  “You spoke at the speed of light but I was able to make out the words ‘I’m’ and ‘sorry’.  You’re sorry?”  You were genuinely shocked to hear this.

He defeatedly nodded.  “You heard me.  I’m sorry.”

“Care to emphasize a bit more?”

Draco rolled his eyes, but was impressed by your straightforwardness.  “I’m sorry for everything mean and harsh I’ve ever said to you.  Like insulting Hufflepuff, your friends… your family…  It wasn’t right of me.”  He outstretched his arm to give you the beautiful rose.

With caution, you gently took the rose from his hand, making sure there wasn’t going to be any last-minute pranks.  When nothing happened, you lifted the rose to your nose and inhaled it’s sweet scent.  “Thank you, Draco.”  It was there for only a second, but you could’ve sworn you saw a smile and a red color to his cheeks.  “I appreciate your apology, but you shouldn’t be apologizing to only me.”

Draco slumped his shoulders.  “I know… Listen, how about we make a deal?”

Hearing this you were quite intrigued.  “I’m listening.”

“I’ll apologize to anybody I was ever cruel to, if you’ll go on a date with me this weekend at Hogsmeade.

Holy shit.  Well that was surprising.

You thought for a moment, Draco clearly very nervous for your response.  You nodded.  “‘Alright.  But I think you might have some trouble with apologizing to literally almost every student here,” you said smartly and smiled.

Draco groaned but laughed.  “I’ll write letters.  How about that?”

“Perfect.  But do anything mean this week and that date is off, mister.”

“I know.”

“Well, we should get going to the Great Hall before someone sees us out here.”

“I agree.”

“You do realize that if people see us walk in together and me holding this rose they’ll flip, right?”  You pointed out.

“Who knows, if that date goes well, they’ll be bouncing off the walls,”  Draco agreed as you two started to walk back to the castle.

“Oh–one more thing,” you said and you both stopped walking.  You leaned in and kissed his cheek, causing him to blush deeply.  “Thank you.”


That night you lay awake, a huge smile on your face.  Who knew Draco Malfoy actually could have a change of heart?  If this works out, it could be a whole new start for victims of his bullying.  Merlin, it’ll be a whole new start for Draco himself.  Plus I’ll have a smoking hot boyfriend.

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Fair warning - this is kinda long? At least for me? ^^
If you’d like some background music - I’ve been listening to this while writing this… thing ^^

The Great Lake is calm today. There’s only a gentle breeze. It caresses Draco’s face softly as he watches the clouds on the horizon. They’re dipped in pink and gold from the evening sun, which has already vanished behind the mountains. Draco can already feel the melancholy rise from the pit of his stomach. He clutches his knees tighter to his chest as his eyes search the sky. When he finds what he’s looking for, he just stares.

The evening star.

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Make it hurt ( Then kiss it better ) Yoongi/oc (a/b/o fic)

So here’s a small explanation since a lot of you are confused :

Imprinting is something like a courtship. When an Alpha imprints on an omega , he marks her as a potential mate. So after imprinting, the omega loses her scent and begins to carry the Alpha’s scent. this is to keep other Alphas away and prevent conflict. Imprinting is not a physical process. It’s a psychological and sexual process. It happens when the Alpha is sexually attracted to an omega. 

In Yoongi’s case, he gets like really turned on by Min Jung when she spits fire at him in the piano room. So he imprints on her ( accidentally ) 

Imprinting is involuntary ( in that an Alpha does not control who he imprints on.)

Mating happens when the Alpha specifically uses his incisors on the mating gland in an omega’s neck. It is usually done in the first heat after imprinting and is usually accompanied by sex. ( I wanted to write it but its messy and bloody , not very sexy ) 

The biting helps release most of the hormones that are triggering the heat and so it helps tame the omega’s first heat to an extent. ( In Min Jung’s case the heat is particularly strong because she is also very much attracted to Yoongi) 

Another important thing is that : SEx isn’t really intimacy when it comes to Alphas and Omegas. 

Because once they mate , consent is no longer valid

( imagine sex when you’re drunk. You may be horny and you may choose to have sex but it’s not really as consenting adults because your mental faculties aren’t perfect )

. An omega and an Alpha have to have sex or it’s going to be physically painful for both of them. This is because during sex, their scents mingle and it helps keep them both steady. Stops the Omega from becoming too needy and stops the Alpha from being too possessive or rough. 

Chapter 5

The next time I woke up, i found Jieun sitting on the chair next to the bed, dozing off fitfully.

“Hey…” I said softly and she startled. 

“Hey baby….” She smiled fondly, looking a little lost and I felt suddenly vulnerable.

“Here to offer your condolences?” I said , voice brittle. She sighed and lightly stroked back the hair on my brow, leaning down to kiss the edge of my forehead. 

“How are you feeling?” 

I shrugged.

“In a lot of pain. My body feels like it took a thrashing.” I said softly. 

Jieun nodded.

“Seokjin tells me you won’t need suppressants anymore.” She said softly.

I snorted.

“More like, they won’t work on me anymore…”

“Why’s that..”

“Well, mating triggers a complete change in the hormone cycle. I’m pretty much bound to Yoongi now. No one else can smell me. “

“What about heats?”

“I’m going to have those. I’ll probably have to live through them.” i grimaced.

“Or you could let Yoongi-”

“Do not finish that sentence if you want to leave with your teeth intact.” I said with a warning glare and she smiled a little. 

“It’s not like you’re going to be able to fight it. It’s just sex. You’d honestly rather be in endless mating pains than actually fuck him? I think that’s just stupid.” She shrugged and I glared at her. 

“Don’t make me come there. i may be tired but I will get up just to hit you.” 

“Fine.. Fine… So, I’m guessing you guys fought? Yoongi’s stomping around school growling at everyone in sight.” 

I grimaced.

“i have no idea why he’s so pissed.” i said grudgingly. I then told her about how he’d told me to stay out of his home . She listened patiently.

“He was probabaly having an off day. And if he really hated you he wouldn’t have bloody _ mated _ you.” She pointed out.

“He said I disgusted him.” I said , pride still stinging at the remembered slight.

Jieun grinned. 

“Then he has a weird way of showing it. Do you even realize how serious this is? He’s pretty much bound himself to you for life. And he did it despite the fact that he has a beautiful fiancee he obviously cares for. A fiancee who hasn’t stopped crying since she found about about what happened.” 

I blinked.


“Yuju. They had like a huge argument . She’s been crying all over the place and cursing you to hell and back. It’s all out in public by the way, the fact that you ‘ stole’ Yoongi away.” 

“Oh, you have got to be shitting me…. I can’t believe that!! How the hell did that happen?!” 

“Yuju , I guess. Yoongi tried to do some damage control but i think you’re still going to get a bit of flak over the whole thing when you get back. “ 

I flinched.

“I’m sick of both of them. “ i said honestly, burrowing deeper into my sheets. 

And it was true. I was still tired and in pain and somehow I was the one who came out battered out of this whole thing , physically and mentally. 

So it seemed unfair that I got blamed for it as well. 

But that was what you got for being born an omega. 


Jieun wasn’t kidding about the flak thing. When I stepped into class a week later I almost went up in flames from all the glares that got shot my way. I swallowed the dryness in my throat. It was debilittating, this newfound weakness that I was sporting. My body thrummed like it was a guitar string, my back hurt and throbbed and everything was just hazy. If Alpha scents had been annoying before, they were downright unbearable now and the only solution would be to wear Yoongi’s scent : surround myself with his Alpha pheromones and then i could spend the rest of my life in a floaty omega headspace , not bothered by any other Alpha ever again.

It made me want to puke.

Shivering a bit from the cold ( that wasn’t there ) , I grabbed the jacket in the locker and slipped it on , only to crash head first into the metal door when an elbow jammed into my back.

“Oops, didn’t see you there baby…”

I grunted, shoving my arms fully into my jacket and turning around to press my palm against Kris’ broad chest shoving as hard as I could.

“Get the fuck away from me…” I hissed . He growled and reached out fingers closing around my throat and pinning me to the locker till I choked.

“You’re a filthy , little omega? I always wondered why you drove all of us mad with wanting you… Turns out it wasn’t our fault at all… you’re just the abomination that should be bloody locked up.”

I snarled, reaching out and scratching his face till his hold on me relaxed and he stepped back, just enough for me to punch him in the stomach. He grunted, doubling over for a second and I clenched my fists, bending it a little back before socking him in the nose with my wrist.

The satisfying crunch of his nose breaking coupled with the sudden gush of blood let some of the tension seep out of me although my throat still burned.

He coughed and spluttered, spraying the floor with blood and I grabbed his shoulder, shoving him away and stalking forward. I barely reached the end of the hallway before another guy grabbed my arm and this time it was Zitao, another one of Kris’ cronies. I groaned and pulled back.

“Let me go before I fucking kill you…” I growled and he twisted my arm till I yelped body turning instinctively til I was pressed back against his chest, eyes watering from the pain.

“Why the fuck do you think you can go around bloody assaulting people?!” He growled into my ears and I lifted my leg up bringing it down hard on his instep. He grunted but didn’t let go.

‘”Because you guys think you can touch me without my bloody consent..!!” I snapped.


Yoongi’s growl rumbled through the hallway

Both of us jumped and Zitao’s hold loosened just a little bit. I stared, disoriented as Yoongi’s scent hit me like a two ton truck on a highway, knocking me over and making me almost sag to the ground. I dug my heels into the ground and pulled myself together, flinching when I saw Yoongi stop a few feet away from us, his eyes blazing dangerously red and his mouth opening in a snarl, lips curling away from sharp teeth , murderous intent so clear that my heart skipped a beat.

“She’s mine… “ He whispered suddenly and his eyes were almost fully red, burning bright with fury and next to me Zitao swore.

“What the fuck, yoongi…”

Yoongi sprang forward, grabbing Kris by his collar and slamming him right into the locker, so hard that the metal bent out of shape, Kri’s’s head making a sickening crunch as it hit the door. The boy’s eyes rolled back in his skull and he sank to the floor in a mess.

Yoongi was breathing hard, muscles straining and shirt soaked with sweat, his fingers clenched so tight that the veins stood out .

He rounded on me and his eyes locked in on Zitao’s hands curled loosely around my arm and he growled, low and dangerous and I knew he was going to kill him.

It took me a second to realize what he was going to do, to recognize that he wasn’t in his senses and he likely had no idea what he was doing either. Yoongi rushed forward at a frightening speed and I shoved Zitao away,  moving forward to get in his way. I managed to get in place,  just as  Yoongi did, and ended up  blocking his progress with my body.

The collision knocked my breath right out of my lungs. My feet got knocked off from underneath me and for a scary second I was air-borne, thrown across half a dozen feet because of the momentum. We landed on the waxed floor skidding a few feet before resting against the wall, his weight so heavy on my body that i began choking .

I gasped as his body pressed into me, too heavy for me to breath but instincts kicked in and I lifted my mouth, nosing into the curve of his neck and lightly sinking my teeth in before licking the spot softly, (**a/n : this is like a gesture of submission)**

“Alpha…” I breathed out desperately , head swimming from his scent and conscious thought no longer in place. Yoongi was trembling in my arms, his entire body shaking as he tried to get himself under control and I pressed my palms inside his shirt, stroking his chest and rubbing my mouth against his pulse insistently.

“ Mine..” He was growling and I choked when his fingers curled around my waist, so hard that i knew there were going to be bruises. His eyes flashed red as he stared down at me and I bit my lips before pressing my lips against his.

“Yours..” I reassured him, mind clouding as I fought to stay in my senses. He was still not out of his headspace, evident in the way his body shook against mine. He growled and pushed me into the floor , lips pressing against mine without restraint and it wasn’t a kiss. There was nothing remotely pleasurable or mutual about it. It was force, dominance, him proving a bloody point and all I could do was submit, let him rub himself all over me till his breathing calmed down.

He was hard, his erection rocking back and forth against me and I choked, aware of the slick dripping out of me, staining my clothes.I shut my eyes and tried to keep myself from doing something absolutely stupid. The urge to spread my legs was overwhelming, to grip the back of his thighs and let him push into me. To fill the aching, echoing emptiness in my body. I felt incomplete and lost, like a vital part of me was missing and tears slipped out from the effort it took to clench my fists and keep my hands to myself.

When he finally stopped shaking, we were both panting.

“Shit.. Shit…Fucking hell..” Yoongi whispered , pulling back with a look of genuine horror in his face as he stared down at me. I almost whimpered when he got off, curling around and away, trying to get my body in control.

Around us, the rest of the students stood in a circle, staring down at me with disgust written all over their face. I couldn’t even blame them. We had just behaved like animals. I stared up at the ceiling, willing the ground to just open up and swallow me whole.

As i lay there, trembling and breaking down, his fiancees’ voice echoed through the hallway like another nail in my coffin.

“Yoongi!! Yoongi what are you doing?” she was screaming.

I groaned.

Yuju was the last person i wanted to confront now and Yoongi’s fingers gripped me a bit as he pulled away from me, the loss of his scent and body heat leaving me instantly drained and miserable. It was physiaclly painful, my body throbbing in protest and screaming at me to latch myself onto his shoulders, to bury myself into his skin till we became one.

I felt like everything I’d ever believed about myself no longer held true.

After years of fighting my body, my lineage, my biology , my body had won. I wasn’t independant. I wasn’t strong enough to survive without an Alpha.

I needed Yoongi.

I wanted him so badly that even this little separation felt like hell.

The urge to burst into tears was overwhelming.

“I’m sorry.. Oh, fuck..i’m so sorry..” He was saying, moving as though to lift me but I snarled, embarassed and humiliated. My skirt was soaked through and he flushed red and it was small consolation that no one could smell me except him.

“I.. I’ll.. Hang on..” He was hastily unbuttoning his shirt and I swallowed, letting him wrap the sleeves around my waist like a makeshift sarong, covering up the worst of the stains and i took a ddep shuddering breath.

“If you really want to help me…. you have to leave..” i said softly, my voice cracking a little and for once I don’t even want to fight him. All i wanted to do iwas crawl into my room, curl up in bed and lick my wounds in private.

Yoongi hesitated , like he wanted to protest but a second later  he was reaching out and pulling me closer, wrapping his arms aroud me till I was buried into his chest. 

“Min jung, I know I fucked up… just hear me out..”

I grunted, drowning in his scent. it couded my head and felt overpowering and made thinking impossible. I pushed at him, trying to get away. 

Yoongi moved away a bit but a second later i was being hauled into his lap as he cradled me close.

“What are you, a fucking animal?! Get a hold on yourself and get the hell away from me!! ” I hissed at him .

Yoongi  recoiled just for a second before glaring back.

“I was protecting you…. not hurting you!” He shouted.

“Well, I wouldn’t bloody need protecting if your bitch of a girlfriend didn’t go around spewing venom!”

I grunted and gripped the edge of his shoulders before dragging myself up. I glanced around and froze a little. 

Yuju stood stock still and frozen like she couldn’t understand or comprehend what was happening . i felt a sudden unexpected pang of sympathy for her. Her fiancee was pretty much going to thirdbase with another girl in the school hallway and she couldn’t even stop it. 

I stared at Yoongi briefly before relaxing a little.

“Just leave, Yoongi. I know you didn’t mean to act that way so… just please… leave. Your fiancee needs you. Look at her… she’s breaking down.” I hated the way the words felt on my tongue, bitter and painful, like something that really didn’t belong there. 

Yoongi glanced at her , and his eyes softened briefly before he turned back to me. And even that little gesture made my heart burn with jealousy. My inner omega , the one that was just so intrinsically bound to Yoongi , wailed in rejection, the sight of him glancing at her triggering so much envy and protest that I felt like someone was slicing my heart into thin ribbons. 

He looked torn, his face paler than usual, eyes brimming with something I didn’t really feel like exploring. 

“We need to talk… ” The urgency in his tone terrified me and i felt like I was boiling over with a gazillion emotions that threatened to spill over like acid. I swallowed and shook my head. 

“No.. we don’t.. There’s nothing to…” i stopped, suddenly aware of the crowd around us, staring at me like I was something stuck to the bottom of their shoe. I glared weakly and Yoongi’s eyes followed my gaze, narrowing dangerously at the onlookers. 

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU IDIOTS STARING AT!! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE BEFORE I RIP YOUR GODDAMN NECKS OFF!!!” Yoongi shouted suddenly and I recoiled at how wild he looked and it stuck me that he really wasn’t himself. I’d never seen him yell. Never seen him lose his cool. His anger had always been controlled , restrained and dangerous.

i’d never seen him like this. 

He looked like he was going to commit homicide. 

The rest of the school seemed to think the same. They exchanged horrified looks and whispers before slowly clearing off from the area. I watched them leave and sighed when Yoongi reached out, back of his fingers brushing down across my cheek, the gesture so awfully soothing that it was frightening. Terrifying. 

“Baby…. I’m sorry…" 

I shuddered, pulling away and glaring at him.

"Don’t call me that? Why are you calling me that.?! You said you hated me! That I disgust you! That you-”

“I didn’t mean any of that shit… you know that better than anyone else….!” He snapped and I scooted back , away from his personal space. 

“It doesn’t fucking matter! you have a fiancee! You obviously care for her….”

“I care for you too!! Please, Min Jung -” He stopped as footfalls sounded across the hallway and I blinked when i saw that it was Seokjin looking lost and the school director. The man looked grim and angry. 

“Ms. Min jung….” He said gruffly. “ We need to have a conversation." 


"Mr. Kim, I’m not trying to ruin your sister’s life. It’s just a matter of priniciple and fairness to the rest of the students. Betas make up 76% of the school’s population and we cannot have an omega throwing things into disorder . ” Director Lee said firmly and I clenched my fists, resisting the urge to dive across the oak table and strangle him. 

“She’s a mated omega. Her scent isn’t going to disrupt anything..” Seokjin argued .

“But what happened today was absolutely unacceptable. That lewd display in front of our innocent underage students? ”

I wondered if the guy knew how many of his innocent underage student broke into this very office at night to fuck on his expensive couch.  

“Mr. Lee…”

“Besides, need we remind you that we only accepted Ms. Kim because of your assuracnce that she would be on suppressants? That she would not at any point display any of her…tendencies in the presence of the rest of us civilized people.”

And there it was.

“Are you calling me uncivilized, Mr. Lee?” I didn’t mean to growl. 

He raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not the one letting a man spread my legs in a crowded hallway…” He said loftily and next to me Seokjin growled lowly.

“Mr. Lee, one more syllable demeaning my sister and i will dislocate your bloody jaw.” He said levelly. 

Mr. Lee scoffed.

“this is precisely why we did not wish to let your sister in…" 

"But you did. Didn’t you?” I stood up, pressing my palms into the table and leaning forward . “ You did enroll me in your  school and you know why. I’m the top student in the entire  country. You and I both know that i’m the smartest kid ion a thousand mile radius and you know what? That hasn’t changed! I worked my ass off to be here and I’m not letting you kick me out over something as minor as my  biology . " 

"You signed a contract , Mr. Kim. One that assured us that she will be under suppressants as long as she studies here. If you violate those terms, she’s going to have to leave." 

"She’s a mated omega.. Suppressants don’t have an effect on her..” Seokjin said. “ And i don’t see you dragging the Min boy in here? He was also involved in the incident.”

“He’s an Alpha. ” Director Lee said firmly as though that excused everything. I wanted to feel angry but somehow i couldn’t. Yoongi had somehow seeped into my conscience : a confusing feeling of attraction and respect and yearning mingling with the knowledge that he wasn’t like the other alphas. I could hate men like Director Lee because they perpetuated the stigma attached to an omega but how could i hate Min Yoongi , for being an alpha, when he had done nothing but respect me and protect me and treat me with the respect I’d fought for all my life. 

And it was so weakening, the knowledge that I couldn’t hate him. That I had somehow let this alpha so far into my world that he was shaping my future. That he was controlling my life. 

“So, you need to assure us that she goes back on suppressants or we’re going to have to start proceedings to have her removed from the school." 


"I don’t understand…. why is your sister so much trouble, Seokjin?! You know I’ve been bloody patient the past decade. She never listens to us! She picks fights with Alphas three times her size! Now look where it’s gotten her?! She could lose her bloody scholarship? And then what? We spend the rest of our life babysitting her while she goes around the town beating people up?! Is she even worthy of being a doctor without an ounce of respect for human beings?! Doctors heal… They do not go around beating people up!! ” Jimin’s voice tore through the apartment and I sank deeper into the floor, knees drawn up as i stared at the wall.

“It’s not her fault…”

“How can you bloody say that? She’s always the first one to throw the punch in any fight! There’s a nineteen year old boy with twenty stitches in his skull and a concussion because your sister could not rein in her temper…." 

I felt the tears slip out softly and tried not to sob too loud. 

” That was Yoongi…“ 

"Think about it. If she hadn’t gone running to him that day , hadn’t gone there and drowned him in her pheromones the kid wouldn’t have bloody imprinted on her in the first place! if anything, Min Yoongi is the victim in this whole debacle. He had his life together , before your precious sister decided to crash land in his life and fuck things up for everyone involved…”

“Jimin, she’s going to hear you…”

“Well, i hope she does. I hope she understands that there are better ways to stand up for your cause than by hitting people and starting fights. Does her behavior make omegas seem like  good people?  And now look what she’s done? Yoongi’s father wants you fired! The school wants you to get her out! Everything you spent your thirty years tryiong to build is coming down in flames because your little sister cannot act like a civilized human being!! " 

"Stop yelling and tell me how to fix this." 

"Don’t ask me, Jin. You and i both know how to fix it. She has to transfer out of that school. find her a nice omega school and she can do her senior year there and graduate." 

"Omega schools don’t let her sit for college admissions Jimin… I can’t just…”

“You should have thought of that before spoiling her rotten, Jin. The moment she steps out of this life and enters a professional environment she’s going to be in a hell of a lot of trouble. Her first instinct to anything and everything is violence. That has to change. You have a responsibility to her, as her guardian. Talk to her or you’re going to lose your sister forever. " 


"I’m going to be honest with you, Min jung. ”

I stared at Seokjin as he sat across from me on the couch, face oddly blank as he looked at his feet. 

“Seokjin, i’m sorry. Oppa…I’m so sorry …” I said , tears already brimming. 

“I can’t afford to lose my job. I don’t want you to lose your dreams either. ” He glanced up slowly. 


“I spoke to Min Yoongi." 

I froze, the blood in my veins truning to ice. 


“Mr. Min is adamant about Yoongi not getting into any trouble because of what has happened. He  agrees that this might be the best solution. ”

“i won’t!” I whispered. “ i won’t do it..”

“This isn’t just about you!!! For once in your life will you stop being selfish? My job is at risk! Yoongi's future is at risk as well! He’s set to takeover his father’s company and he cannot do that if he turns into a monster everytime a guy comes near you!" 

"Seokjin, i’m sorry. I’m apologizing, aren’t i? don’t punish me for something that isn’t my fault!!" 

"I’m not punishing you! i’m protecting you!”

“I don’t need you to protect me , i can protect myself!!”

“No!! You need to be protected from your self!! You’re rash, impulsive and you don’t think before you act Min jung! One day it’s going to end badly. One day, the guy you hit or fight is going to take a bloody knife yto your throat! One day, you’re going to bite off more than you can chew and you’re going to wreck your own life. i’m not going to stand by here and watch you destroy yourself. ”

“ Seokjin…”

“I’m going to go. Yoongi’s outside and he wants to talk to you. You will listen. You will do what he says. He’s your Alpha and you’re not going to disobey him. ” He stood up and I felt genuine fear creep in. 


“i love you. I love you very much but i have to do this." 

The door slammed shut behind him and I just sat there, too disoriented to move when it opened again. Min Yoongi came in, dressed in a plain blue button down and form fitting slacks, his hair brushed back and face so breathtaking as he stared at me. 

Yoongi looked at me for a second before moving closer , his eyes flashing red and it was scary, the way my body and mind reacted to him. But I wasn’t fully gone yet. I swallowed the impulse to move closer, the instinctive urge to reach out and clenched my fists instead. But it felt like y heart had dropped down to my knees, pounding incessantly and i felt lightheaded as i stared at him. 

"Don’t look so scared. it doesn’t suit you at all.” He said softly. 

My throat felt parched , fingers trembling just a bit as i gripped the edge of the couch. 

“Where’s the girl who wanted to become a doctor and shake the world? is she still in there somewhere?" 

"Please don’t .” I didn’t know what i was begging for. 

“I want to help you, Min Jung. I’m going to help you. But I can’t do it by myself. I don’t want to force you into anything. I want you to make the decision yourself. Will you marry me?" 

I choked on air, scrabbling back in shock and disbelief. 

"No… Yoongi , don’t listen to my brother…Don’t…”

“This isn’t about your brother! This is about you and me. You saw what happened that day.?! it’s not going to stop. i’m going to want to kill anyone who comes near you and it’s going to be a bother if i keep putting guys in the hospital. i don’t want to go to prison this young.”

I laughed in disbelief. 

“You have a fiancee…" 

"I broke up with her.  I’m not an unreasonable guy, Min Jung. I was the one who got us into this mess. i just want to take responsibility for what happened…"  He pulled back and pressed his thumb across my lower lip. 

“I don’t want to marry you. “ i said angrily. 

” You don’t have a choice. You shouldn’t have come to me that day. You shouldn’t have cared for  my brother . You shouldn’t have made him smile again. . you shouldn’t have charmed me so much. You shouldn’t have made it so damn impossible for me to stop thinking about you. Really, all this is your fault. “ He stepped closer and I swallowed. 

"You’re insane. Let me go.” I shoved at him, panic bubbling inside me. 

“Not until you take responsibility. For turning me into an idiot who just can’t bloody leave you alone. " 

Yoongi moved closer and I flinched. My thighs snapped together and it was a telling sign , one he quickly noticed. His eyes dropped to my hips and he glanced back at me, eyes heavy with desire and affection.

lies. he doesn’t like you. he doesn’t love you. alphas do not love omegas. they own them. you cannot give in. 

"It’s not wrong. To feel that way about me. ” He said softly. “ I’m your Alpha. it’s natural. It doesn’t make you weak…" 

i shook my head. 

"I don’t feel anyway about you. Get out…”

“I can smell you. Why are you lying? What are you afraid of?  ” He kicked the table out of the way and i yelped, crawling back in panic. I barely moved a few feet when he was on me,  grabbing my wrist and pinning me to the couch, his body taut and strong on mine. 

“Please….Yoongi.. don’t..”

“Are you afraid that i’ll touch you?” He whispered, raising my hand to press his lips to my wrist. “ Or are you afraid that you’ll enjoy it?" 

Enjoy it? how could i possibly enjoy something that strips me of my dignity….

I didn’t even realize I’d said it out loud. 

"Is that what you think? That I’ll strip you of your dignity? Your clothes, maybe. Your dignity? Never. " 

And then he was kissing me 

It was fast and rough and fierce. He used his tongue to trace the seam of my lips, demanding entrance, even as his hands slipped underneath my dress, gripping my thighs and forcing me to wrap my legs around his lean waist. I gasped, the physical expression of his strength leaving me momentarily dazed.  

"Let me in, babe…. I’ll take care of you…. Let me in… ” he whispered raggedly, even as he pressed in further, rocking his erection against my center in a rough pace  that set off fireworks at the back of my eyelids, my blood singing in my veins.

When i didn’t respond his grip on my waist tightened and he growled. 

“I’ve had almost enough of your stubbornness. Don’t make me use force. ” He warned me and there it was : The Alpha voice that demanded things i wasn’t willing to give. 

It was exactly the phrase I needed to hear. 

it reminded of exactly why this whole thing was such a bad idea. 

I pulled back and gave him a soft smile. 

“I would rather die than marry an Alpha. Now get off me before I strangle you. " 



Author’s Note : I think a lot of people stopped reading this thing? Because i got almost no feedback the last few chapters? Oh well…I’m sorry if you guys didn’t like it. i’ll try to do better… :( 

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“His Wedding” (Part 5)

Summery:  Modern-Day(AU) Bucky and you are former exes. He moved on but you couldn’t. Since you both are still friends, he asks you for a favor. You reluctantly agree, not thinking of the future consequences you’ll have to face. You just hope everything will go fine with your two best friends, Steve and Natasha by your side.

Word Count: 3420

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Genre: Romance/Drama

Warnings: none 

Characters (by appearance): Bucky Barnes, Reader, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Lilly Parker, Wanda Maximoff

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A week had passed away since my meeting with Bucky and Lilly in that Japanese restaurant. A lot happened in these days. Lilly and I were constantly tied up, we were texting, talking and meeting more than I did any of those activities with Nat or Wanda or even my mother. Natasha lives with me, so she is an exception, but the other two ladies in my life were surely disappointed. Although I kept texting them here and there.

Coming back to my week, it was not just Lilly I spent all my time with. Bucky often dropped by my office, more than ever. He said he wanted to be involved in the wedding as much as Lilly is (I was just considering myself lucky since I got to see him).

Apart from that, surprisingly Steve was also determined to help me in every possible way. We’d get lunch or dinner together. He’d share funny stories with me or just listen to me ramble about anything and everything. He’d constantly check up on me, even if it was just a quick text asking me how my day is going. Or something along the lines that made me feel like what I’m doing is not going to be half as bad of an experience. Natasha and Wanda were showing support in their own way, they liked making fun of Lilly. Sometimes it would get out of hand, other times it would also make me laugh. But Steve was here for me, asking what makes me feel better, what I like and what I want to do. He didn’t talk about how the wedding planning is going. After a long day I just want to forget about all of it.

Steve helped me doing exactly that.

After the first night when he showed up at my office, I had not expected him to come back the next day. But when he did, I swear to God my heart did a little dance inside my chest. Steve is an incredibly sweet guy, that’s all. No matter how much I praise him for doing all the nice favors, the words will never do him justice.

It was finally Friday and Nat and Wanda were completely up for a slumber party. We all were lazily draped in mine and Nat’s apartment, slurping on some weird alcoholic punch Wanda made. I took the floor, laying on it comfortably and Nat was braiding Wanda’s long brown locks. Something she often did.

“I think we should find Y/N a man.” Suddenly Wanda speaks up.

“And may I ask why?” I cock an eyebrow at her, she giggles covering her mouth.

“No, we should make a plan and help her steal Bucky back.” Natasha said, completely ignoring my question and me while talking to Wanda. I roll my eyes and adjust the pillow under my neck.

“You guys, could you be anymore childish?” I retort.

“You both are meant to be.” Nat shrugs as if it was so obvious.

“Can we please not talk about this?” I ask, an exhausted sigh leaving my mouth.

“Okay,” Wanda nods, “But what about my suggestion? Let’s set you up with someone.”

“Oh, God.” I mutter under my breath. Here we go again!

“Yeah, c’mon. You’ve been single for, like, a year now.” Nat raised her auburn brows.

“No!” I insist. “I mean, yeah I’ve been single. But that doesn’t mean I don’t like being that way.”

“Also doesn’t mean that you like being hung up on-”

“Don’t you dare utter his name!” I warn Nat before she could complete, pointing my straw at her menacingly as if it’s a knife. She pursed her lips in time and pulls back laughing.

“Good. Just be like Steve!” I tell them. “He’s understanding and is supporting me like a good friend would.”

“Oh we’re on board on the whole supporting thing, Y/N.” Wanda says, nodding her head profusely. “He’s being understanding because it’s for his advantage and because he’s cru- OW!” Wanda screeched before she could complete her sentence. She holds her head, muttering curses under her breathe. Meanwhile, Nat looks totally nonchalant about the fact that she literally pulled out Wanda hair while braiding. I look at them suspiciously but before I could say anything Wanda cries out again,

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“You were moving, it’s your fault!” Nat hollers.

While they continued to argue, my phone starts to ring. The device sat next to Nat on the couch and she takes a look at it. With an exaggerated groan and an eye roll she passes it to me. “Girl’s night interrupted by your new best friend.”

My eyebrows knot in confusion as I sit up straight to grab my phone and smile at the screen.

“You know, you guys are my only girlfriends here.” I cooed and walk towards the kitchen, picking up the phone finally.

“Hi Lilly!” I exclaim a little dramatically into the speaker.

“Hi, Y/N” she said sweetly. God, how does she have the energy to greet a person like that every time? “I’m sorry to call you on your day off, but this has nothing to do with the planning…”

And for the next ten minutes I talked to her. When I finally get back in the living room, my best friends are looking at me expectantly.

“Why’d she call?” Wanda asks, painting her toe nails in black. Nat was done playing with her hair and now Wanda’s hair was styled in a beautiful French braid.

“Apparently, Bucky and Lilly are having an engagement party.” I inform them, laying down on the floor again.

“Again?” Natasha questions.

“Boy, they both are filthy rich.” Wanda mutters under her breath.

“Yes. This time there are going to be more people. Their parents are in the city, so they’ll be there too.” I inform them.

“And Wanda what do you expect them to do with all the money?” I chuckle.

“Invest them in bonds. Duh,” she said flatly.

“Not everyone is as smart as you,” Nat said sarcastically and turns to me. “Alright, so when is this party?”

“Tomorrow,” I tell them watching them groan. “What? A party is supposed to be fun, right?”

“Yes, but we need to decide what to wear.”

“You guys, I think that is the last thing I would be worried about.” I roll my eyes.

“Oh my God! I have literally nothing to wear!” I groan out in frustration.

How fucking ironic.

“Nat, I have tried everything in here!” I point out to my closet. “Everything I own and is fancy.”

“I thought you’d be the least concerned about this,” Nat chuckles, dropping down on my bed.

The party is in two hours and I haven’t found anything yet. I’m almost considering not to go at all.

“Help me,” is all I say and sit on the edge of my bed, my shoulder slumped.

Natasha enthusiastically goes through my cloths, pushing away the hangers she didn’t like and pulling out the one’s she did. Ultimately, there were three dresses she picked out; all cocktail dresses and laid them neatly on my bed.

“The peach one looks a little…” she twists her lips, holding the dress up to me, to see what it would look like. “… Nah.”

She drops it down on the bed again, and then eyes the orange one, “Oh no. That one makes my calves look fatter,” I point out, already giving it a negative one and it’s after a split second that I realize, how much I sounded like a brat. We both snort in unison.

“Then I think it only comes down to one option,” She picks up the last one. “’Cause everything else in your closet is crappy. Remind me to take you out for shopping next weekend and also…”

Everything Natasha was blabbering about was going straight above my head. My eyes were fixed on the maroon dress laid in front of me. It has a deep collar, with a flowy hem. The border of plunging neckline elaborated in a beautiful floral patter of a darker shade.  

I remember this one. It was a gift from Bucky. There was no occasion, it was just a random present. Bucky loved to shower me with gifts and it was no hiding that the man was obsessed with spoiling his girl. I found it unnecessary, when we used to date. But he never stopped pampering me.

My heart swells inside my chest and suddenly I can’t breathe as I pick up the smooth, soft cloth in my hands, feeling the velvety fabric beneath my fingers. I had worn it on our first anniversary, and the memories of that night are surely making their way to my mind. It was the first anniversary I had ever celebrated with a boyfriend. Meaning, my relationship with Bucky had been the longest one compared to my other ex-boyfriends. Not like I had too many of them to be in a long-term relationship.

He was my first ever true love.

If I look affected right now, Nat would notice something’s wrong and do not want her to think that I, in fact, am still hung up on Bucky and make it even more obvious. I also don’t want to seem vulnerable. It’s just a dress, right? Bucky wouldn’t even remember that he bought me the dress.

“C’mon, I’ll do your hair and make-up and then you can get dressed.” Nat’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts and she brings me to sit on the chair of my dresser. I could get through an entire week of seeing Bucky, it won’t hurt to make it through this small party. Who knows, I actually might have fun?

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The party is going on in full swing, everyone seems happy. Drinking their problems away and relaxing. The evening was held in the couple’s apartment.

Bucky and Lilly’s apartment is huge, like a two story apartment/mansion. When Wanda called them filthy rich, she wasn’t joking. Bucky owns a Law firm while Lilly runs a chain of boutiques almost everywhere in America and also some in London. So, they are the kind of people who wouldn’t mind rolling naked in sea of dollars.

Natasha parted ways with me to be with Clint right after greeting Bucky. But I couldn’t leave with her, because as soon as I arrived I was pulled into a hug by Bucky’s mother, Winifred. She always loved me, still does. And to be honest she is the sweetest person ever. No one was more disappointed in Bucky, than his mom when she came to know that we broke up. She was so ready to be my mother-in-law, and much to my dismay she had also suggested some names of her grandkids. She was so heartbroken from the news, I almost cried. Either way, the break up didn’t stop me and Winnie from being friends. Bucky’s little sister, Rebecca is also a close friend. She always calls me if she needs any kind of advice. I talk to the mother-daughter for a while, exchanging small talks and old stories.

Then I met Bucky’s father and his future-in-laws. Lilly is literally a copy of her parents, Richard and Mary Parker. Both good looking and stylish, charming people and were a delight to talk to. Lilly personally introduced me to them and I was having a nice conversation with them. I also met her little brother, Peter. Just by his innocent and charming looks I could tell this boy is going to break some hearts when he gets older.  

Abruptly, I was pulled away from them by Wanda. We both apologise to my company, before I turned scowling at her. The flute of my half empty wine almost fell from the loose grip I held on it as Wanda pulled me further more away.

“Wanda!?” I gasp, pulling my elbow from her grip.          

“What were you doing there?!” she rushes me over to the open bar, which is outside in the huge balcony; I could spot all my friends. Everyone was here, none of them to ever miss the opportunity to get drunk on a Saturday night.

Tony, Clint, Natasha and Sam were sitting around a table, while Steve, Maria, Pietro and Bruce were seated on the bar stools, closer to the bartender watching him do some bottle juggling.

“Hey, where were you, kiddo?” Tony stands up and pulls me in a bone crushing hug. I found it hard to breathe, but nonetheless forced a laugh and wiggle out of his grip.

“Just inside, Tony.” I nod my head. “You seem to be here alone, where’s Pepper?”

“She’ll be joining us soon.” He informs me. Pepper is a busy woman, running a company as big as the Stark Industries itself is a huge task. It’s been so long since I last saw Pepper and I have to catch up with her. Tonight is a good occasion to connect with all of my friends.

I greet everyone else and Pietro offers me a drink which I gladly accept. Sipping on the amber liquid, I engage myself in their conversation.

A small tap on my shoulder pulls me away from them shortly and look at the person behind me.

“Hi, Steve!” My lips spread in a smile automatically at the sight of his cerulean eyes.

“Hey,” he smiles at me, showing that perfect, sparkling set of teeth.

I stand up to face him and he kisses me softly on the cheek. My heart starts to thump in my chest, and my cheeks turn pinkish when he compliments me, “You look stunning, Y/N!”  

“You don’t look half as bad yourself, Rogers.” I smirk at him, trying to put on a confident look in my demeanour. His eyes sparkle in the moonlight and crinkle at the corner as his lips turn into an even wider smile. Steve looks handsome (as always), in a maroon button down shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and black slacks hugging his muscular thighs perfectly. The top button of his shirt is left open deliberately, and up close from where I’m standing, he smells delicious. I have to bite my lip, in an attempt to stop myself from moaning and breathing him in even more than I already had.

“We match,” he whispers, a hint of friskiness in his tone. His voice is so low that only I am the one who can hear him. He takes a small step back and eyes my dress, licking his soft pink lips.

“We do,” I agree, nodding my head. A small smirk appears on his face and I really have to fight the urge to slap it away. I step aside breaking the stare we both were holding and take my original seat. Steve obviously, sits next to me and again I have to fight myself from grinning uncontrollably and rolling my eyes. I had never seen him act so flirty around me before. He was always shy and right now this confidence is blistering out of him.

Soon Maria and Bruce join us at the table. Late comers which included Thor, his brother Loki, and Jane and Pepper also gather round us. There were a few more other people, out of our group who I assumed to be are Lilly’s friends and other associates from Bucky’s work.  

Being at Bucky’s place had only one advantage – the open bar and the delicious food. So all of us took full advantage of free amenities.

It was around midnight and people were starting to take a leave. Bucky and Lilly’s parents were also heading back to their respective rooms. And once we were left alone, Tony took the authority and commenced the after party. Becky and Peter also decided to join us, although their fun was limited to coke and fries.  

I don’t know why do we need to have an after-party, but everyone was enthusiastic about it, so I decided to tag along. Plus my ride, Nat is staying.

We sought comfort inside rather than out in the chilly balcony. The music booming in the background and I was resting on the couch watching the love-struck couple sitting afar.

She sat on his lap, his nose brushing the underside of her jaw and she smiled closing her eyes. Her lips break into a full laugh when he says something in her ear. His fingers drew soft patterns on her bare thigh as hers make their way into his fluffy brown locks, massaging him there, as she listens to him talk, with a huge smile on her face. It wasn’t a full on PDA. It was more like a ‘tilt-your-head-to-a-side-and-say-aw’ kinda of PDA. I was struggling to find the type of emotion I was feeling while watching them, so close, exchanging smiles, loving words and glances. I was fighting myself with whether to call them cute or just tear my eyes off of them because it is not me who’s getting all of that.

“Still wishing you were in her place?” A voice brought me back to the party and suddenly the music was too loud for my ears. The couch which I am sitting on dips when he sits next to me and I take a look at him.  

“I’m kind of struggling to answer your question. I don’t wanna come out as a needy one.” I said, nibbling on my bottom lip. “You know, I’d thought of my whole future, and I don’t want it with–”

“– Anyone else but him.” Steve completes my sentence, I only chuckle shaking my head and look down at my drink, as I circle a finger on the rim of the glass.

Then he eyes me, I could sense he wants to say more and maybe he’s just putting his words together before he speaks. “But it won’t hurt…” he pauses, still unsure if he should say it or not. “… To give it another try, right? I know Bucky is your first love and everything, but haven’t you ever thought of giving yourself another chance?”

I cock an eyebrow at him and bites the inside of his cheek, tilting his head to the side. My mind goes back to the moment Steve and I had earlier this evening and to all the other times where he and I spend our time with each other.

“I think I know where you’re trying to get…” I trail off, sipping on the drink in front of me.

“You do?” he smirks, noticing the change in my body language is no longer gloomy. I hum in response.

“But I don’t wanna think about it for a while.” I said, being straight-forward.

“Okay, I understand.” He says, nodding his head slowly and takes a huge swing of his beer.

“Maybe I should focus on myself, for now. You know?” I breathe out and he listens to me intently, trying to hide the smile which is threatening to spill on his lips, I don’t mind if he actually laughs at me right now. “And right now I’m surrounded by all of my friends.” I tell him as I glance around, finding everybody laughing and just having great time. Clint and Sam were throwing darts, while Thor and Loki were chugging on beer. Tony, Pepper and Nat rooting for Loki whereas Jane, Wanda and Maria are on Thor’s side. I chuckle at the sight, both of them acting competitive. Loki cheats by putting his entire hand in Thor’s mug and he pulls away making a sour face, cursing at his brother.

“And I’m lagging behind on all the booze! So, I wanna catch up. Do mind accompanying me?” I turn my attention back to Steve and get up to my full height, tugging at his hand, urging him to get up. He stands up close to me, a mischievous smile playing on my lips and he stares deep into my eyes before I lick my lips and his gaze falls on them and back to my eyes.

I step aside breaking the moment and walk towards the bar, ordering Nat to line up some shots for me, she grins and gestures her hand in a heavy motion, yelling, “That’s my girl!!”

The rest of the night was a blur and I knew I was pretty much drunk. I could barely recognize the familiar faces around me. Boy, my head was going to burst the next morning. But who cares?

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(Donald Pierce x Reader)

A/N: SO I went to see Logan yesterday and it was sick so I thought I’d write a little Donald Pierce x Reader thang. I can see some serious potential for a part 2 so let me know what y’all think. This contains some major spoilers for Logan and mentions of violence. Enjoy!

Your feet clicked against the stone floor as you entered your kitchen. You’d done this every day for the last four years but today something was different. The plates inside of the cupboard began to rattle as soon as you entered and you gripped the kitchen surface to steady yourself. 

They escaped. They’re free. 

You breathed rapidly trying to still the surge of emotion building inside you. You’d never felt so conflicted - you couldn’t deny that you were glad the children were finally free but by doing so you had betrayed the person that you loved. 

But how could you ever love him? He was a monster. 

The tempestuous feelings inside you built to such a level that the lights around the room began to flicker. The sounds of kettle rapidly switching on and off filled your ears as the currents surged from your body into the kitchen around you. 

You felt as thought you were about to explode when you suddenly heard the front door slam. You stopped instantly - only at the result of decades of schooling yourself to react automatically to company - and the cutlery draw crashed loudly onto the floor.  

‘Baby?’ You heard a thick southern accent drawl from nearby as you released the kitchen counter from your grip and stood stock still. 

Donald appeared before you a moment later. His sunglasses hung loosely in his hand as he squinted at you in the dim light of the kitchen. The fuse must have blown again. 

'Darlin’ are you okay?’

Donald pressed his flesh hand to your cheek, face automatically tightening in concern when he felt how cold and clammy the skin felt underneath. Your little episode had weakened you significantly and constantly suppressing your abilities only allowed you to use them in short bursts anyway. 

'What happened in here?’ Donald gestured towards the floor and for the first time you noticed  cutlery was scattered everywhere from where the draw had fallen. 

'I-I stumbled and pulled it out.’ You murmured avoiding his gaze as he studied your face. Seemingly satisfied with your explanation, Donald led you to front room where he help you sit down on the sofa. You instantly flopped down onto your back as he briefly left the room before reappearing with a damp flannel which you were secretly grateful for as a headache began to blossom over your brow. 

'I-I think I’m sick.’ You mumbled again as you scrunched your eyes shut trying to block out the pain. 

'Shh just lie back. I got you.’ Donald spoke softly as he dabbed your brow with the cloth. His metal hand rested on your wrist and you tried to resist springing away from him. You were too uncontrolled right now and you didn’t trust yourself. One wrong move and you could kill him. 

'I’ll take you to get checked out. No offence baby but you look like hell.’ You knew that Donald’s faux-teasing voice was laced with worry underneath. 

'No! No - really. I’ll be fine. I just need rest.’ You steadied your voice as you lay back, keeping your gaze fixed on the ceiling above you. 

'That’s my girl. Always stubborn.’ Donald chided gently, his hand still resting on your wrist - probably as a subtle way to measure your pulse. Slowly you could feel yourself starting to regain your strength as you focused on emptying your mind of all the feelings that had crowded you earlier. 

'I hate to leave you doll, really - but something’s happened.' 

You knew damn well what had happened but Donald didn’t know that. So you schooled your voice into one of concern as you as you attempted to pry the truth from him. 

'What is it?' 

'Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about. I’ll have some of the boys set up outside to listen out in case you need me.' 

Great. You thought, knowing full well that it would be highly suspect of you to refuse his protection. 

'Okay love.’ You heard yourself saying, offering him a smile that you silently prayed would appear convincing. Donald seemed satisfied (or distracted) as he leaned forward and kissed you. 

After he left you finally allowed your muscles to relax. You could still feel tiny shocks and static in your fingertips but the worst of it was over. You had never been proud of your so-called powers. In fact they were little more than a curse.
You’d been born with the ability to control different energies around you. On the surface it appeared like an incredible gift but it had in fact brought you nothing but anguish. 

You remembered the first time your power had resulted in a death. You glanced down and stared at your hands, the same hands that had tightly gripped at the limp kitten in your arms when you were five years old. You could recall the static sensation of its singed hair on your skin. You didn’t mean to kill it you just didn’t know how to control yourself yet. 

Your parents were not like you -they said you were evil. You father had shook you so violently when he saw that you’d killed the kitten that you panicked and shocked him. As his limp body fell to the floor your mother began to scream, so loudly that it hurt your ears so you silenced her with a single jolt from your fingertips. 

After that you were alone. You were smart enough to know that your home wasn’t home anymore. You spent years traversing the country - trying to stay out of trouble and avoiding the authorities who were desperately searching for a missing child, presumed dead. 

You fled to Mexico when you were 17, a place where there were far less questions about where you’d come from. But you were still lost, drifting from one job to the next one that didn’t require a form of ID as you tried to keep the food in your belly. 

Your ability to control the energy around you was very much a two-way relationship. You naturally found yourself drawn to the cities buzzing with lights and people. You spent three years making your way around Mexico before finally settling in the capital. 

Transigen had captured your attention immediately. The amount of energy spilling from the walls of that place piqued your curiosity and you attempted to investigate what was happening inside, but to no avail. Security was far too tight. The only possible in for you was through employment. And for that you needed a verifiable background. 

So you bided your time. You worked night and day until you’d saved enough money to pay a man to create you a birth certificate and passport. You were now Y/N Y/L/N. You spent hours schooling yourself into the perfect Transigen employee - hardworking, intelligent but also obedient and loyal. You practiced suppressing your powers, reacting to every possible surprise or eventuality. You vowed never to kill anyone again. 

You paid the man extra just to throw in a few relevant medical qualifications, confident that you’d be able to learn as you worked, and before you knew it you’d landed the job. 

You kept a low profile for the first few months of your employment. You were mostly constrained to admin work and knew for the fact that not a single person in there trusted you yet. Slowly you gained the trust of your superiors and were gradually allowed into the lab. 

For a long time you couldn’t understand why the children were being kept like this. A cancer study seemed unlikely and your suspicions continued to grow. It wasn’t until one day when they attempted to restrain one boy who then decapitated the nurse stood next to you did you realise that these were not normal children.  

That day did not stick in your memory for that reason alone - it was also the day you met Donald Pierce. 

The moment he entered the room you had to suppress your abilities harder than you’d ever tried in your life. It didn’t help that he walked right up to, feet splashing in the blood that covered the hospital floor and brought his face right up to yours. 

'Ya hurt?' 

His blue eyes bored into yours as he spoke, his thick southern accent clouding any emotion that might have once been present in his voice like smoke. 

'No.’ Was all you managed in a tight voice, unable to tear your gaze away from his. Donald had stared at you a few seconds longer and for a moment you were sure he knew your secret. But after what felt like a millennium he stepped back. 

'Good. Don’t tell anyone about this.’ He murmured roughly before leaving the room. 

You didn’t know it at the time but that was the beginning of the two of you. Everyone at Transigen thought Donald was the devil incarnate but you could almost see a warped logic to his thinking. You didn’t want more to die because of people like you. But you never, ever, condoned the abuse and neglect that the children received. 

Every day that you worked there was another day where Donald cemented himself in your brain. You loathed yourself for being so hypnotised by his eyes and the way that the sound of his voice made your head swim. These feelings were completely alien to you and yet that didn’t stop you welcoming Donald’s invasion into your personal space, lips twisting into a half smile and revealing that ridiculous gold tooth when he studied you. 

'You’re a smart girl - in fact, I think you’re dangerous.’ Donald drawled one night as you were cleaning up the lab at the end of the day. The words made your blood run cold as your mind began to conjure the idea that he knew. But he simply laughed in the end and brushed your shoulder lightly as he left.  

It was difficult to piece together exactly how you’d arrived at your current destination. You and Donald had now been living together for four years. Four years. The fact was unbelievable even to your own ears but despite everything he showed you love that no one else had. You’d never been welcomed into a home to call your own before, never been held or never even been considered by anyone else until you met him. The last four years had been a conflict for you - how do you convince the man you love to give up his lifelong mission?  

The sound of the front door clicking shut startled you out of your reverie. Several hours had passed since Donald had last left and you found yourself buried under the sheets of your bed now, not realising you’d been lost in thought for so long. All was good, for now, and the energy both in you and around you felt relatively lax. 

You feigned sleep as you listened to Donald climb the stairs and enter the bedroom. He groaned in exhaustion as he undressed, his coat and jeans landing on the floor heavily as he stripped carelessly. 

He climbed into bed next to you and you tensed at the sensation of his cold arms as they wrapped around you. The sensation of his facial hair rough against your neck relaxed you a little - despite everything, you felt at home here when it was quiet. Donald relaxed next to you but you knew he was wide awake. 

'Everything okay?’ You whispered into the darkness as you intertwined your fingers with his. 

'The kids are gone. I don’t know how but they fuckin’ are.' 

His metal hand tightened around yours to the point of pain and you stroked his arm in response, hoping to calm him. 

'You’ll get them back.' 

'How do you know?’ Donald hissed and you tensed your jaw in response as you resisted the urge to snap back. Maybe you shouldn’t have been fucking holding them there in the first place. He didn’t scare you in the slightest but he could be difficult. 

Instead you tried a different tactic. You rolled over and pulled his nude body close to yours, your lips moving over his neck as he hummed in response.
'Because you’re better than they are.' 

Donald’s breath caught in his throat as his metal hand moved up to grip your hair as he kissed you. 

'Damn right.' 

You moved away briefly to take in the sight of him before surging forward and kissing him hungrily. Like your life depended on it. Donald made a noise of surprise but responded in kind. For all you knew this could be the last time. You could no longer sit idly by knowing what was happening.

It was time to act.

Originally posted by onlyasoulthings

injuries to the soul - jared x reader

tw/ curse words, slurs

s/o to @anotherstellarconversation for proofreading and helping me out with everything, thanks dude

word count: 1,704 words

a/n: a request @earlyjunes gave me! thanks rj :)


“Jared…” You sighed, your teeth finding your bottom lip. Damn it, Evan, what did you do now, you thought to yourself. This could have only been the work of Evan. His only other friend was Evan, because Alana barely counted. Then there was you, his friend that wasn’t quite his girlfriend yet but you were together. You were together but not quite officially together. As frustrating as it was, you didn’t know how to charm a guy when you weren’t as advanced in memes as he was. You were definitely trying your best though.

You scavenged his house to find the guy. There was a key under the doormat—which say “Jew Makin’ Me Crazy"—just for safe keepings since his parents knew Jared could be forgetful when he wanted to be. He asked for that reason, but the real reason was so that you could get in his house when he didn’t want to get the door, since he was lazy, and so that there would be easy access for you when his parents weren’t home.

“Jared!” You yelled out, a desperate cry coming out of your dry and itchy throat. It wasn’t like you were randomly coming into his house, you always came into his house after school. It wasn’t much of an established routine, it just happened. You either walked home with Jared since you lived on the same side of town or you texted Jared throughout the walk if you didn’t. You couldn’t walk with Jared today, you had dance practice, but he never texted you that he was heading home, so naturally, you were concerned.

Jared was never silent. He never stopped cracking jokes. There was never a time when there wasn’t a word coming out of his big mouth. It was just weird not having him speak. He had too large of a mouth for that to happen that it was such a rare occurrence. It only happened once to twice a year. Welcome to that annual time of verbal nothingness.

“Damn it Jared, stop playing with my head. You do this all the time.” You muttered to yourself, closing a grip onto the hem of your shirt. “Damn it, damn it, damn it.” You didn’t know what to do in these situations. You cared a whole lot about Jared, but when would be the crossing line of caring? You weren’t even dating each other for God’s sake! You haven’t talked about your feelings for Jared with Jared in a while so you didn’t know where each of you stood on the friendship ladder or the relationship ladder.

You took it one foot at a time, staring down at your worn black Converses as they made it up the carpeted stairs. Every time a foot made it higher, words pounded in your head. Scared. Nervous. Anxious. Afraid. What other words would’ve made it into your head, those words never left once they came.

A hard bump settled in your throat and you forced it down. The place he’d most likely would be in is his room. Like everyone else, Jared’s room was his safe haven. He loved his computer and he loved his carpeted floor and he loved the light blueness of his room. He loved to hide away from his parents and he loved to be alone from the harsh world that always beat him at everything.

Your hand involuntarily formed a fist and raised itself up to the door, ready to knock. Millimeters apart, you stared at your fist, wondering if you should even knock. Would knocking be appropriate? Knocking gently with your fist was more appropriate than knocking his door down, you decided. Knuckles made contact with the wood and soft taps made barely audible noises, but they were effective.

From hearing the knocking, Jared’s sobbing became more evident to the ear. You turned the doorknob and pushed forward softly. Your best friend, who you liked for the longest time, was upset. Even more upset than you’ve heard and seen him before. His breathing was loud and uneven, like his breathing was the ups and downs of a rollercoaster with a side of the decibels of their screams for the loudness.

He was curled into a ball, his arms tightly clenched around his knobby knees. You knew Jared’s face was extremely wet from tears, yet he faced away from the doorway. Even though he faced away, it was obvious that Jared was trying to hide away and cry in privacy. He didn’t want anyone to see him, which was understandable. It was the “Insanely Cool Jared Kleinman” you were talking about. The confident guy that wore colored khaki shorts with graphic tee shirts. The guy that was so proud to be Jewish. The guy that wasn’t proud of the crying he did in private.

“Ja-Jared?” You stood frozen by the door and his head whipped around to look at you. You finally saw the face of a boy who was so seemingly confident that he shattered. Sullen features captured your attention, with teary, bloodshot eyes and splotchy cheeks adorning his face. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have come.” You hated seeing him like this, it twisted strings in your heart and you never wanted to see him like this.

“No!” His voice cracked from all of the tears and the fact that he was ending puberty soon. “Please, don’t go.” Jared was so seemingly confident and put up such a difficult front to climb over. It took you years to get him to crack and show that he was vulnerable. When his facade finally cracked, it was when he saw you crying over something he did to you. He was just so taken aback and realized that he really couldn’t show his fake side towards you.

“Okay, I won’t.” You pressed your back against the bedroom door to shut it softly. Then, your feet took charge and went over to Jared, and sat with your feet tucked in like his. You slipped your hand into one of his that was wrapped around his knees. You looked over to him to get his approval and he nodded with a sad smile. “You can tell me what happened if you want.” He didn’t respond but he put his head on your shoulder and gripped onto your cotton shirt so tightly, you thought your shirt was going to rip in half. Tear stains coated the thin fabric. You just let him cry and cry as much as he needed. Who were you to tell him that he couldn’t cry? You couldn’t because all you wanted to do was support him.

When Jared finally calmed down, you wanted to ask him about it again, but he beat you to the chase and just started speaking. “I started crying because, because Evan was making horrible jokes.” He saw that you had a confused face on and he elaborated. “Okay, maybe he wasn’t making the jokes, but he was definitely supporting them. Was laughing and stuff. The jokes were about you, about you, Y/N.”

“Look, it’s fine, Jared. It’s okay, you don’t need to defend me.” You shrugged your shoulders and smiled, trying to get him to smile too. It meant a whole lot to you knowing that Jared would do what he needed to do to defend you, it was most definitely flattering. However, you knew that Evan probably didn’t mean to laugh and Jared was probably just throwing everything out of proportion. 

“No, Y/N, you have to understand, they were calling you a,” He stopped. Pain flashed over his face and it was like he couldn’t take it anymore. “Damn it, Y/N,” Jared suddenly stood up and wiped away his tears furiously. The sad look was replaced with an angry expression. “Y/N, they were calling you a s-slut. A fucking slut, and they were calling a fucking whore. I-I know you said I don’t need to d-defend you, but I just can’t fucking stand around and l-let them assholes do that to you!” Jared was hyperventilating at this point and it was so hard to stop him when he was dead set on proving his point. You stood up anyway and your hands made it their way to each other around his back. At this point, he was sounding a lot more like Evan would sound on a daily basis. “A-and Evan, he was laughing with them. S-so we g-got into a fight, and then w-words became punches, and—I just can’t believe that he wasn’t supporting you after how many years of friendship—”

He suddenly cut himself off after hearing your sobs. You didn’t even realize you were crying until it became ugly crying and tears were caught in your throat. “I’m sorry Jared, I didn’t mean for you to get into fights over me. Really, you shouldn’t have to. I can hold on my own, even if I’m not there.” Of course, you were pissed about the Evan thing, but you were almost positive that Evan was probably nervously laughing and not truly thinking that way. You’ve known Evan for ten years, six more than you have known Jared, you were sure that Evan couldn’t have agreed with that group.

“Y/N, but, Y/N,” Jared sounded like a broken record, not really knowing what to do in the moment, as if his brain was stuck on repeat. He just stopped and stared. He stared at the beauty of your tears, he stared at the beauty of your eyes, he stared at the beauty of the lifting of your chest with every inhale. He just stared until you were trying to look for another point in the room. “I, um, Y/N, I’m sorry. You’re just so fucking pretty.” He almost looked ashamed but you didn’t mind.

“Oh, um, thanks.” You smiled at him and wiped away the excess wetness from your face. He cupped your face with all admiration and kindness and you leaned a little into his touch. Who knew that the insanely cool Jared Kleinman could be both chivalrous and romantic? It was a rare occurrence but you knew that you wanted to be there when it happened the next times. “Thanks, Jared, for standing up for me. It means a lot.”

anonymous asked:

Greetings! Could you please write some Sherlock x reader? I really like your writing and I really need a fix of good Sherlock fics before I die of boredom. Thanks in advance!


this is prob crack woops i’m tired

“You can’t hide from me!”

Sherlock shut the door in your face.

John chuckled nervously. “Was that really necessary?”

“Did you want to hear that incessant prattling for another hour?” Sherlock replied, sounding not at the least interested. “Because I don’t.”

You had been on their case ever since you were witness to Sherlock solving a crime over three weeks ago. His perfect deductions, the way his mind worked - everything about him boggled you. Sherlock had never met anyone like you before. Instead of recoiling and cursing him for his blunt, rude behaviour like everyone else - besides John of course - you butted against everything he claimed, searching for your own answers with a fiery zeal that would burn him if he came too close. You were strange, and unpredictable, and -

The door shook as you pounded at it with your fist.

- very persistent.

“She’s been trying to have an audience with you for almost a whole month now,” John said, trying to sympathize with the odd individual on the other side of the door. “Surely she would have given up by now if it were not something important?”

“You and I both know what she’ll say, it’s the same every time. Why should I bother?”

John pursed his lips, narrowing his eyes at his flat mate. “Sherlock.”

Sherlock squinted back, knowing where this was headed. “No.”

“How about having some human compassion? Are you really that cold? I didn’t know my friend was this kind of man.”

“I don’t care.”

“Do you really?”

Sherlock growled before twisting back around and heading to the living room without a word. John smiled at his victory, opening the door.

“Hello! I’m sorry for the dela-”

You zoomed past him and up the stairs, leaving him stunned.


Sherlock pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Tell me how you did it,” You couldn’t keep still, pointing a shaky finger at him in anger.

“I’ve already told you,” Sherlock pinned you with a blank stare, the disdain dripping from his tone so thick you could taste it. “You just refuse to believe me.”

“No human being could see that much about a person in that little amount of time!” Your eye twitched. “Deductions? A mind palace?? Don’t think me a fool. It must have been some sort of trick, so I demand that you quit lying.”

This set Sherlock off.

“Lie?” He sniffed, his hand gripping the side of his thinking seat and losing his calm aura. “I do not need to stoop to that level. If you want a show right here right now, I will give you one.”

“Sherlock,” John said through gritted teeth, clamping his hands down on the shoulders of the man as if to physically keep him down. His expression comically changed as he offered you a soft look of understanding. “I’m incredibly sorry for my friend here, but we really do have nothing to offer you than the truth we’ve already given you.”

You appraised him. “Thank you sir, but don’t worry about me. It’s not your fault he’s a fake.”

Sherlock stiffened, and you swore you could hear a pin drop.

John let him go limply without any request, sighing and taking a seat at the table. He shook his head. “You’ve gone and done it now.”


“Three hours.”

“Excuse me?”

“No, four actually. That’s how long ago you stepped into the restaurant about five blocks from now.” Sherlock trapped you in his gaze and you found yourself unable to glance away. “You ate seafood with a side choice of wine accompanied by some type of milky dessert - ice-cream? No, ice-cream cake, clever.”

“How did you-?” You looked at your clothes for any stains but found none and was stunned into silence. He continued anyway.

“You don’t live here? No, that’s not it…you’ve lived here for about the last five years. You went on vacation recently though - somewhere sunny - where you hurt yourself, tripped, and now walk with a slight limp. But that’s fine, because you had a couple series of childhood dancing lessons, and know how to work with your feet.” He wasn’t stopping, in fact his energy grew with each word he uttered. You know understood John’s reluctance to let him do this. To let this…beast go.

His unnatural eyes swept over your form once more, stripping you down to your very soul and leaving you shivering.

“All this time you’ve been attempting to get into my own head and prove me wrong. Pathetic. The reason is weak: that is, you’ve spent your entire life with no one ever believing you but yourself.” 

John paled, just as your fist trembled. He cleared his throat. “Sherlock, I think that’s enough.”

“In fact,” Sherlock ignored him. ”the only reason you’ve been this persistent is because you are tired of your own silence, and you are pushing your own self doubts onto me, hoping it’ll relieve the stress of your own depressing thoughts about your self value.”

There was silence, yet again.

Sherlock slunk back into his chair and rose an eyebrow, unimpressed.

You didn’t move.

John’s jaw shifted underneath tense, tightly drawn skin as he bit his lip, watching your still figure. “Y/N? I’m so, so sorry-”

“That was amazing,” You spoke softly.

The two males stared.

“Incredible!” You shouted, and chaos immediately sprung back in, breaking the motionless air as you dove at the world’s only consulting detective.

He dodged, and you crashed into the floor.

“How did you do that?!! Can you teach me your secrets?!” Any irritation in your eyes was now completely gone and it was like you were a different person, staring at him like he was god on earth.

For the first time, Sherlock could not make sense of what was in front of him.

“Are you not repulsed??”

“Of course not!! You’re absolutely stunning!!! And the way you delivered it all oh my god - you need not ask of course but I am now your faithful companion who will work dutifully at your side-”

“John get her away from me-”

You dove again but this time captured your target, sending him, you, and the chair toppling to the ground. 

John blinked, then went into the kitchen to make tea.


To Build a Home (2/3)

Rating: M

So…this got away from me and will now be in three parts because I needed to add some Captain Cobra.

Killian throws the note in the water and Emma waits in a house that is no longer a home.

Part One here

Henry is wondering, not for the first time, if he is the only sane person left in this town.

(And really, last time he thought that, he had totally been right. Cursed and all.)

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Home, Chapter 13

AUTHOR: Losille2000
GENRE: Romance/Drama
FIC SUMMARY: Tom returns home grouchy and exhausted from a cramped flight after four months on the road for work. Unfortunately, there’s already someone sleeping in his bed.
RATING: M (sex, language)
AUTHORS NOTES: Longer chapter than normal, but I don’t think you’ll complain. Thank you all so, so much for your support! Enjoy!

Previous Chapter - Also available on Archive of Our Own

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Chapter Four → “Tired”

SUMMARY: You were held captive by Hydra for years and had only just escaped when the Avengers find you. You’re beyond terrified of everyone and everything around you, but the thing the terrifies you the most is yourself. The things you can do with your “abilities” are beyond what anyone could possibly imagine.

Chapter 1    Chapter 2    Chapter 3  

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You were seated on the couch with Wanda next to you. She hadn’t let go of your hand since she entered your mind and you were grateful for that. The rest of the Avengers were standing in various places throughout the room, all of them staring at you. You subconsciously rubbed at your chest, willing your heart rate to slow down.

“Can you s-sit down,” You asked quietly, “Y-you’re making me nervous.”

Steve smiled softly and plopped down into the chair across from you. The others followed suit, but left the couch to you and Wanda.

“Alright, (Y/N),” The man named Tony began. You were told that he was the man in the metal suit that you had thrown “like a frisbee.” (Steve’s words, not yours.) “We have a file on you, but we thought you could tell us more about yourself. I, personally, would like to know more about your powers because Helen said she had never seen anything so strange–”

“Okay, Tony, just let her start wherever she wants.” Steve interrupted, afraid that Tony would offend you.

All eyes were on you and you felt your body tense. Wanda squeezed your hand. Your eyes flickered to hers and she smiled sweetly at you.

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Peter Parker Imagine Mini Series

Originally posted by tom-cinnamonroll-holland

Hello! So this is my first time doing one of these and I just ask that you give it a chance maybe?. I don’t know if anyone else has done this on here yet but this is my own version and I really hope you enjoy! I also tried to make the reader as gender neutral as possible. Let me know what you guys think!

In this alternative universe Peter Parker is born with his abilities rather than gaining them from a spider bite, and is therefore considered a “mutant.”

Warnings: None

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 1.9k

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6.21/22 The Final Battle

Well, here we are. I can’t title this “the final write-up” because I still have to go back and finish six episodes in S2, but we’re certainly getting close.

My feelings about this show are large and complicated. My feelings about this finale are of overwhelming disappointment. Read on for large quantities of salt, like we’re talking “Visitors Guide to Hallstatt” here, maybe put on a helmet.

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