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Everything Has Changed (Part One)

Summary: In which everything changes when you discover Bucky’s true feelings for you in a very unconventional manner.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,880

A/N: The goal is to make this a mini-series. Fingers crossed that it stays that way. 

Originally posted by caps-bucky

“All clear,” you whisper. For anyone else, those words would’ve been indiscernible because of how softly they were spoken. Luckily for you, you’re not with just anyone. You’re with a super soldier equipped with enhanced hearing.

From across the empty hallway, Bucky abandons his spot behind a tall filing cabinet and runs towards you, keeping his gun up and ready to shoot at any given moment.

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Rotten Judgement - part 1

AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

SummaryHercules!AU After selling your soul to save your lover’s life, you become one of the Lord of the Underworld’s slave. Bucky is obsessed with one thing: collecting hearts. But why?

Word Count:1,674

Warnings: Language, Angst, Slaves, Demonic creatures, Mythology

A/N: I’m blown away by your enthusiasm! Thank you guys, I hope it won’t disappoint. This is loosely based on Hercules, also used a few quotes. The glowing heart thing is from Once Upon A Time.

Rotten Judgement - Masterpage

You hurried along the busy streets of New York City, clutching your bag to your chest. The soft red glow of the beating heart you stole seeped through the small leather bag. Stealing hearts wasn’t something you were proud of, but you didn’t have a choice. You had sold your soul to the devil and agreed to serve him.

You hugged the bag closer as two people walked past you, afraid they might try to steal it. The heart beat steadily against your belly, making you feel nervous. Someone in Brooklyn was unknowingly living without his heart. Looking over your shoulder to make sure that no one was watching, you rounded the corner and entered the alleyway.

Who would have guessed that the passage to the Underworld was in the alley behind a bar? You opened the door hidden behind a trash dumpster and took a step forward, leaving the city and its noises behind.

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anonymous asked:

Hiii!! Can you do one where you & H are dating & the song Carolina kind of rubs you the wrong way & he knows it, but one day unintentionally rubs the meaning of the song in your face.. maybe he's talking to a friend or something.... and just angst then fluff basically thanksss :)))

When Harry first made you listen to the album demo, you were excited and proud. You had been dating for 7 months when you listened to it. You couldn’t pick a favorite from the album but you knew one song that made you feel a bit uneasy; Carolina.

Sure, you and Harry were dating and very much in love but the idea of your boyfriend singing about another girl just didn’t make you the happiest.
You remember squirming when you heard the “How would I tell her that she’s all I think about? Well, I guess she just found out.”

Harry was quick to assure you that he had written this song long before he met you and saying that “You’re the only person I think of. Especially when I’m alone and unholy.” He had joked — you think.

Even when people started bombarding you with questions about how uncomfortable you were, listening to him talk about another girl like that, you brushed them off, saying “it’s his music. we’re very much happy.” while ignoring the uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach.

But when you’re in his concert to support him and he starts performing the song, you just sway to it. That, until someone in the crowd points out that Harry’s only Carolina muse is in the concert, the light shining on her for Harry’s eyes to catch.
You look at Harry as he looks at her, can’t help but feel insecure as you turn to look at her; long hair, tanned skin, full lips. She was beautiful.

She only waves shyly, looking a bit uncomfortable at all the attention. You take a breath before you start walking towards his dressing room, Lou looking at you with sympathy for a moment. She was going to go after you but decided against it, thinking that maybe you just needed a few moments alone.

You had missed the rest of his concert, only hearing his faded voice accompanied by the music as you lied on the sofa, mindlessly scrolling through your phone.
It was when you heard him thank the fans and shout a “goodnight” that you sat up, wiping your cheeks for any tear stains and patting your hair back to its place.

Harry entered the room, panting while taking out his ear piece. “Are you okay? Lou said you rushed here and didn’t come out. Are you sick?” Harry asked gently, coming to sit beside you.

You shook your head, faking a small smile for him. “No, no. I’m fine. Just felt a little bit of a headache coming. I guess it’s because of my messed up sleeping schedule.”

Harry nodded, leaning it to peck your lips. “Is it okay if I invite just a very few people for beer at our place? Or are you really sick?”

“No, it’s fine.” You assured.

Once you reached the house, Harry, Jeff, Glenne, Mitch, Sarah and Adam following behind you.
“I’m just going to change to my pajamas and wash my face. Harry, there are snacks in the pantry.” You told him.

He nodded, wrapping his arm around your waist, pecking your lips. “Don’t be gone for too long.” You rolled your eyes but smiled and nodded.

Harry plopped on the couch, opening a can of beer that Mitch got from the kitchen. “Tonight’s show was nuts. I can get used to this.” Sarah said before sipping her beer.

“Wait, wait, can we all talk about Townes making an appearance?” Mitch laughed.

“I couldn’t believe my eyes!” Glenne laughed.

“She’s gorgeous, though. Good job, Harry.” Mitch joked. It was the time that you got out of the bedroom, now standing at the top of the stairs, listening.

Harry laughed. “Well the song is a hit for a reason, huh?”

You frowned. “Can’t blame you. Even I can’t stop thinking about her.” Mitch laughed.

“Hey, his girlfriend is literally just upstairs.” Sarah chuckled.

“When I saw her two years ago, Townes I mean, I was in a total awe.” You heard Harry say.

And how can you not feel insecure?

Debating whether or not you should make an appearance, you debated against it; going back to the room and under the covers, snuggling yourself.
You hated the song, you knew that now.

After an hour had passed, you were still awake in bed, the conversation Harry had just had still in your head. That until you heard the padding of footsteps before a gentle knock on the door was heard. You only curled yourself more, seeing Harry pop his head inside from your peripheral vision. “Hey, pet, you okay?” He asked quietly, getting inside and closing the door gently behind him before approaching you.

You nodded, raising the cover up to cover your nose as you snuggled up more to it. Harry kneeled down, looking at you with concern. “Have you been crying?”

“No,” You squeaked out before sniffling. “I just have a headache.”

Harry stayed silent for a moment before he shook his head, “I might have believed that back at the show but I don’t believe it now. So tell me, what is it?” He put his hand on your arm, trailing his fingers delicately on your skin.

“It’s nothing. Go back to them.” You said, closing your eyes. “I’m going to sleep anyway.”

“Nope,” Harry began, making you open your eyes. “You’re not sleeping while you’re upset and until you tell me what made you feel that way because I have a feeling I’m one of the reasons why.”

You bit your lip, looking at him. He raised an eyebrow, urging you to tell him. “Townes.” You mumbled.

“What? I couldn’t catch that.”

“I said Townes, Harry. Dammit.” You groaned before sitting up, resting your back against the headboard.

Harry stood up before sitting beside you, putting his hand on your leg. “What about her? Is it because she came? I had no idea she was coming, baby.”

“I heard you, Harry. I heard Mitch. Maybe,” You began, taking a breath in, “Maybe you can be with her. If you do that, guess the song will be more of a hit, wouldn’t it?”

“Hey, hey, where is that coming from?” Harry frowned, moving to sit beside you, putting his arm around you. “Mitch just had a bit too much to drink, you know he loves you and he loves us together,” When you stayed silent, giving no reply, Harry continued. “And you know I love you. Fuck, Y/N, I wouldn’t have released the song if I knew how upset it got you. I promise.”

You, again, didn’t say anything and instead looked down at your lap, playing with your fingers.

“I don’t care about Townes, I don’t care about how much of a hit the song is. I put you first. I’m giving you my all. Like tonight, now that I really think of it, I could’ve stayed back there and at least greeted her. But I was so worried about you when I couldn’t find you back there. Different scenarios ran through my head and I didn’t care about anything else but finding you and making sure you were okay. Please don’t question my love for you.” Harry frowned, pulling you close to his chest and you allowed him, too.

Slowly, you wrapped your arms around him. “I love you, too.”

“You’re my girlfriend, yeah? Nobody could change that. No Townes, no cities,”

You groaned, shoving him off. “Harry Styles, did you just make a pun about her name?”

Harry giggled before pinning you to the bed, hovering over you. “You got yourself with a very funny bloke.”

“Lucky me.” You said in a sarcastic tone before laughing when Harry reacted by nuzzling his head in your neck, shaking his head to tickle you, “Stop,”

“You love me.” Harry said with a grin before leaning down to peck your lips.

“Unfortunately.”

“Hey!”

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Fact about me- I actually ship Harry and Townes.

Stanley Uris || Beginnings

A/N: I’m hoping this one turned out ok since I’ve never wrote for Stan before! I had to not go into so much detail from the conversations from the movie due to my memory not being the greatest, so other than that, I hope you enjoy!

The last shrill bell filled the hallways, signaling that it was the end of the day. You weaved your way through the crowded hallway to your locker where you grabbed the trash you had left in there and quickly dumped it. You caught a quick glimpse of Greta storming into the bathroom and a sound of disapproval came from your throat. Honestly, it did not matter who she was after. You knew it was nothing good and you were not going to just let whatever was going to happen, happen without consequences. Slamming the locker, you quickly merged in with the crowds and headed to the bathroom. Your shoulder shoved a girl to the side as you crossed your arms over your chest, “Greta, aren’t you a little to old to be playing ‘crybaby bully’? What happened? Someone told you the truth and you couldn’t handle it?” You glanced at the girl standing in the stall next to a closed one, “Hey!” It was too late, she was already dumping the contents in over the victim.

“Just letting the slut smell like what she is, trash.” Greta bared her teeth at you as she now stood in front of you, in an attempt to be threatening. Your face twisted as you covered your nose, “oh, so you mean like your breath? Because it’s rank. Do you even brush your teeth? Because it doesn’t look or smell like you do. Your daddy must be so proud.”

Her face twisted in anger and she shoved you back, “you’re dead bitch.”

“I’d like to see you try,” you growled out, “it seems you talk so much shit that even your breath starts to smell like it.”

Greta sneered and threw a punch that you narrowly dodged, your hands grabbed onto her shirt and threw her to the ground, “you better go before you embarrass yourself in front of your girls, Greta. I have no issue with taking the trash outside.”

“Greta, let’s just go. This bitch is crazy.” A blonde muttered, “you’re right, so if I were you, I would just shut up and run along.”

Greta scrambled to her feet, she was shaking from anger, her finger pointed at you threateningly, “you’re dead, Y/L/N. When I get my hands on you-“

“You’ll what? Dump trash on me? Call me a bitch? A slut? All but actually fight me? You aren’t shit, Greta. You’re just a little spoiled brat with a big ass mouth and a clique of rejects.” You stepped forward in a threatening manner and they scrambled out of the bathroom, you called after them mockingly sweet, “Have a great summer, you guys!”

You turned back to the bathroom as the door opened and revealed Beverly Marsh. A smile rose to your lips, “I’m sorry. If I were a little earlier you wouldn’t smell like you’ve hung around Greta all day.” A smile rose to her lips as she snickered, “I can’t believe you did that. Thank you!”

You shrugged your shoulders, “She had it coming. Hell, if they weren’t all psychotic, I would do the same to Bower’s and his crew, but that’s a literal death wish so I’ll just sabotage discreetly when it comes to them.”

She held her hand out to you and despite the garbage juice on it, you grabbed it, “Beverly, or I guess little shit or slut according to Greta.” With a chuckle, you shook her hand, “Y/N, or bitch according to Greta.”

Over the next few days, you and Beverly grew closer as you hung out, quickly becoming close friends. When she showed up at your doorstep one morning, however, with a bright smile on her face, you raised an eyebrow. “You look excited?” With a lazy hand, you run a hand through your messy hair and tiredly rubbed your eye, you were not a morning person.

“Get dressed, we are going to the Quarry.” Her voice held the excitement her face showed and you raised an eyebrow, “With who?” You knew from how she was acting it would not just be the two of you, “Bill, Richie, Eddie, Stan, and the new kid, Ben. You know them right?” You gave a nod and a slight smile lifted on your lips as the mention of Stan, you have managed to talk to him a few times so besides Richie, Stan was the one you were most acquainted with, “How did you manage that?”

“I ran into them.” Her reply was short as she grinned, “Now, go get dressed!”

You invited her in and she followed you into your house, you walked into your bedroom where you quickly threw on some clothes after you changed out of your pajamas. Quickly going to the bathroom to brush your hair and teeth, you pulled your bag on your shoulders as you stuffed an extra set of clothing in. Beverly raised an eyebrow, “it doesn’t hurt to have stuff for just incase.”

“Ok mom.” She teased with a grin, “now, let’s go!” The two of you ran out of your house and grabbed your bikes.

“So, how did you run into them?” You questioned as you rode beside her, “I ran into Bill, Eddie, and Stan getting some supplies and, you know, I helped them get it.”

“Supplies?”

“Yeah, yanno… Bower’s.” She did not go further into explaining and you did not need her to, “that prick is going to kill someone one day. I can put money on it,” your words came out sneered as you came to a stop next to Bev. You climbed off your bikes and placed down your bag, a smile lifted to your face seeing the boys on the edge, fighting over who goes first.

“I’ll go.” You turned to Bev, like the boys did, and she began taking off her dress, “Not if I beat you to it!” You teased and tossed your shirt over your head and quickly pulled down your shorts, the both of you took off sprinting with playful shoved at each other before the both of you jumped off the edge, “What the fuck!” Was the last thing you heard before you hit the water. You came up with a laugh and Beverly called out, “Come on boys!”

You swam back as they slowly began to jump. Stan landed a little closer to you, splashing you as he landed, causing a laugh to escape your lips. He came up to you laughing, he raised an eyebrow and looked around at the others before he turned his attention back to you, then it clicked, “Sorry.” You shook your head, “No, no. You’re ok.”

The rest of the day went along great, between the water fights, swimming, and the little bit of tanning you got to do with Bev. However, when Ben started talking about the history of Derry, you sat next to Stan, quietly listening. “I actually have more stuff at my house.” His comment was quiet compared to Richie loudly saying, “Let’s go see it then!”

The ride there was peaceful, several conversations were being held along with yours and Stan’s, that was somehow focused on birds, which you did not mind. Ben’s room was something else entirely. “Cool.” Richie’s mutter was the only sound in the room. Scraps of newspaper littered the walls, everything about Derry and it’s dark past. Your eyes studied quietly, “No, not at all.” You caught the last bit of what Richie was saying, your eyes glanced over at Ben, “Don’t listen to him, it’s cool.”

After twenty minutes, you looked at your watch and cleared your throat, “Well, I’ve gotta head home, but thank you for today. I had fun.” You slowly made your way out of the room after your goodbyes and walked outside to your bike. “Wait!” Your gaze quickly snapped towards the door where Stan was walking to you, “This is.. well, thank you for, you know, talking with me about birds and not…” his face scrunched and he jutted his shoulder towards the house, “Richie always has something smart to say about it and I know the others just listen to be nice, so thank you for, trying to hold the conversation about it.”

A bright smile made its way to your face as you leaned on the handlebars, “it’s no problem, I didn’t mind one bit. It’s actually pretty interesting to see it from your perspective, since you enjoy bird watching. I’m sure if I heard it from Richie, I wouldn’t enjoy it as much.” Stan’s face lit up, “I’m going to do some bird watching tomorrow! You know, if you wanna join me.” He caught himself from sounding overly excited when he quickly got the rest of statement out.

“I’d love to Stan.” Your response seemed to catch him off guard, “do you want me to-“

“I can come by tomorrow around lunch and we can ride together?” He cut you off, but you only nodded, leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss against his cheek, “Sounds like a plan, Stan.” Stan’s lips curved into a smile, he let out a light chuckle at your small joke. A loud snort interrupted the sweet moment and Stan turned and shot a glare at Richie, “Sure does sound like a plan, Stan the man!”

“I fucking hate him.” Stan muttered, obviously embarrassed, you gave his hand a quick pat and a reassuring smile. You turned your attention to Richie, who was still on the porch, “hey, Richie!” You called out, which surprised Stan, “yeah?”

“Try not to sound so jealous that he has a date and you don’t.” A smirk rose to yours and Stan’s lips, an echo hung in the air after Richie’s response much like it did at the Quarry and he was obviously flustered at your smart remark, “What the fuck?!”

Babysitting drunk BTS

You were both out with the guys to celebrate a win. They’re all drinking but you so you can watch your boyfriend afterward.


Seokjin:

Jin is the needy/touchy drunk he couldn’t keep his hands off you.

“Y/N~” He whines, you walk in with cracker and water for him.

“Jinnie~” You whine back, you set the stuff down. Jin wraps his arms around you, pulling you down into his lap, holding you into a tight bear hug.

“Don’t ever leave me, Y/N.” He hummed kissing your forehead.


Yoongi:

Yoongi is the drunk person who just doesn’t want his clothes to stay on, along with yours.

You sit him on the couch, then go into the kitchen to get him water. When you walk back in, Yoongi’s clothing was all the floor as he sat on the couch in boxers.

“How’d you do that so quickly?” You ask sitting next to him, he just smirk, and secretly unclasps your bra. “Yoongi!” You shout.

“Join me,” he smirks going in for a kiss.


Hoseok:

Hobi is the quiet drunk, he just doesn’t wanna say anything.

You sit next to him and hold his hand.

“Are you okay baby?” You ask, he just stares into space. “Do you need anything?” Still no answer, instead he just cuddles up to you, falling asleep.


Namjoon:

Namjoon is the drunk who denies being drunk.

“Baby I’m fine,” He slurs, Namjoon then falls onto the floor hugging your legs. “I love you so much,” He kisses your legs, stroking it. You couldn’t help but laugh.


Jimin:

Jimin is the emotional drunk happy one minute, sobbing the next.

You let him alone in the bedroom while you changed into something comfortable. When you walked back into the room, he was crying.

“What’s the matter?” You ask going to his side.

“Thought you broke up with me!” He cries into your shoulder, you rub his back.

“I wouldn’t do tha-“ He then stops and looks you in the eye.

“What the hell! Why are you wearing my shirt!” He shouts, confused you look at him. “Take it off!” As you go to take it off, he pulls you in placing kisses all over your face. “I love you so much!” You could tell it’s gonna be a long night.


Taehyung:

Taehyung is the horny drunk he just wants to fuck you.

He lays on the bed, as you undress him since he refused to change himself. He then pulls you up by your jaw, smashing his lips into yours.

“I want you right now baby,” He growled on your lips. You can taste the alcohol on his lips.

“Not right now Tae,” You tell him, he pouts, bucking his hips into you, so you can feel what his problem is, which makes you whine into another kiss. “Okay, maybe one round.”


Jungkook:

Jungkook is the drunk that can’t hold it down, it wasn’t his first time drinking, but it was the first time he’s had a lot of alcohol.

You two were laying in bed, when he suddenly shot up and ran to the bathroom. You can hear his groans as you walk towards the bathroom. You sit beside him rubbing his back, covering your nose with your shirt to block the smell.

“It’ll all be over tomorrow Kookie,” You say, he lays down in your lap as you rub his chest, and wipe a tear away from his cheek. “It’s gonna be okay.”

Fragile (Stark!Reader x Steve Rogers) 1

Summary: You come home after being assaulted, only to see Steve awake and takes care of you.

Warning(s): Mentions of rape / sexual assault, swearing, flashbacks of rape (in italics), heavy HEAVY angst

Requests are OPEN

Part 1 | 2

A/N: Hi guys! this is my first ever fic on this account! And who doesn’t love crying to some good ol’ angst at 2am? However im really sorry for how dark this is and I know it can be really triggering for some, but sometimes I feel as if I can really bring out my writing skill by writing dark themes? Idk, sorry! I’m willing to write literally anything from smut, fluff or anything dark.. so I’d really appreciate it if you sent requests because I am AWFUL at coming up with imagine ideas! Italics = flashback or whatnot!


The rain down poured onto your heavy shoulders, soaking your messed clothing. Your arms were traced in trembling goosebumps from the previous fear you had experienced as you tugged on your jacket to cover the bruises that traced your neck and arms, possibly other parts of your skin too.

Even though you were in fact a Stark and being in your mid 20′s, you had what seemed to be a normal life. You grew up in a regular school, attended college and you even had your own friends. That’s what your plans were for the night, going to attend a high school reunion after oh so many years and reunite with old friends and classmates but it turns out them plans had shattered due to a cruel man with a passion for forcing lust upon others.

“Keep quiet, girly..” The middle aged drunk grunted, pinning your fragile wrists into the puddles of rain that rippled below.

Quivering sobs slipped from your lips, feeling your dignity being ripped away by each thrust which was forced by the unknown male. Everything felt numb. Tears pooled down your bruised cheek from the violent punch that was given to you after your attempt of defending yourself from the disgusting creature that was now panting above you in lust and need. One of the hands slipped from your wrists and covered your mouth and nose in a violent manner, gripping your vulnerable skin and stopping your breathing as a warning to keep quiet.

You flinched at the nightmare of a memory that haunted you quickly, the events already taking a toll upon your mindset from a few minutes ago. You pulled up your damp jeans and shakily pulled yourself up from the alleyway concrete ground.

Reality was hitting you like little needles piercing past your pride.

You, (Y/N) Stark had just been raped in a dark alleyway, something you’d have to carry with you for the rest of your time on earth.

You picked up your scattered insides from your leather handbag, picking up soaked dollars and your now broken phone from water damage. Your fingertips flinching and twitching towards your objects as you slowly began to collect your stuff together and your mindset.

“Oh shit, you feel so fucking tight.. Yeah, you fucking love it, don’t you? Pretty little slut..” 

He nibbled at the lobe of your ear, now having both hands on your hips- digging his filthy nails into your skin and creating red scratches due to the harsh pressure.

You were too weak and terrified to move an inch, let alone fight back. It seemed as if the only way out of this was to not struggle and let it be over with as quick as it could. You bit down on your lip- making it swell as blood welled up against your teeth in order to not let this sick bastard hear one of your sweet sounds out of this sickening act.

“No matter how much you deny that you don’t like it, you seem to be receiving pleasure- aren’t you? My dick is fucking coated in your steaming juice..”

His vile words only stung and created mental scars for you to let linger in your brain- causing more tears to mix in with the rain which poured on your face. Yet you didn’t retort back a witty comment like you usually would, you just wanted this over and done with as quick as possible. 

There was no way out of this for you any other way.

Your hand fell limp against the pavement and you closed your eyes to keep your tears trapped as well as any other sign of pleasure for this monster.

These thoughts danced through your mind as you limped your way back to your home, the Stark tower. How could someone just emotionally and physically destroy another person and leave them to rot in their own puddle of trauma?

Luckily for you, no one would most likely be home at the Stark Tower and anyone that was- would be asleep at the late time of night. Your father being out of town for meetings and the rest of the avengers having their own missions and lives to attend to.

So you thought.

After reaching your much so desired destination, you take a ride in the elevator that lead you up the tower. The ride seemed like hours of sorrow even though it only took roughly 30 seconds. 

Eventually, the doors open and you see the empty floor of your home before you. Your bare feet trot against the marble ground, your black heels in your shaky grip. All of your eye makeup was smudged down your face and your lipstick was swiped to one side from the forced kisses you had been given. Your leather jacket was stuck to your damp and damaged skin, your well put together outfit was now torn in places and was disorganised.

The lights flickered on automatically at the sense of movement, the Kitchen lights already being on- which was unknown to your mind. You walk through- about to take the stairs up to the floor of bedrooms until your movement is cut off by a soft voice.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing home so early?” 

You stop, not wanting to look back but without even seeing who had spoken, it was obvious by the gentle tone of the voice that it was Steve who had seen you.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at a high school reunion?”

You slowly look over your shoulder, seeing Steve emerge from the kitchen in a white tank top and comfy sweats and mis matched american socks and his hair messed up from perhaps sleeping. Your voice trembled, failing to find an answer for the first avenger.

Steve’s eyes widened for a second, shocked to see you in such a state from just seeing the back of your clothing and your face which had a black and blue bruise with yellow undertones coating your left cheek, foundation rubbed off in certain places and hickeys pulsing at your neck.

“Woah, woah.. (Y/N) what happened?!” Steve spoke in a worried tone and quickly paced over to you.

Once he was close enough, you collapsed into his broad chest. Your fist weakly gripping the white fabric on his chest as he held you in a protective embrace.

“I..I didn’t want it, Steve..”


20 minutes had passed, you were sat on the living room sofa with blankets wrapped around your damaged body as Steve had dressed and bathed you himself. You wore a pair of his own sweats and one of his shirts which were both very much so oversized for you form.

Steve walked over, holding a large mug of hot chocolate carefully- handing it over to you carefully and sitting down next to you. 

From what Steve had gathered from your fragile state and disfigured mental state, you had been raped. From seeing your body once he had bathed you, he saw scratches in places that shouldn’t have marks on such perfect skin, bruises and more sinful  wounds. After seeing your limp, he devoted himself to carry you around for the night and after giving him permission, he had dressed and cared for you. Steve didn’t want to pressure you into telling him about how everything happened.

He didn’t want to reopen fresh wounds.

“Thankyou, Steve..” You croaked, your voice hoarse and broken from within.

Steve offered a sad smile, watching you take sips of the sweet, steamed liquid which eased your sore throat slightly and made your damaged insides slowly heat up the cold actions that had swarmed inside your body.

“No need to thank me, doll.”

It was your turn to offer the sad smile to your fathers teammate, even your own friend. Your eyes were dry due to crying out all of the moisture left in your eyes. The smile fell from your chapped and swollen lips.

“Sorry, i-i..I didn’t call because my phones broke and all.. I-I should’ve been more careful, fuck- my dad’s gonna kill me.. I’m always breaking phones and you know how annoyed he gets, you know, you’d think maybe a 24 year old would be more careful..”

Steve gently cut off your rambling, “(Y/N), it’s not your fault for what happened.. Tony won’t even care once he find out what has happened, you know he has to know- (Y/N)…”

You look up from your mug, both hands enclosed on the pottery. 

“Don’t tell him, Steve..”

“(Y/N)-”

“Not now, not tonight..” Your voice cracked, holding back a sniffle. “I just want to be here with you, I-i don’t want to deal with telling him just yet..”

Steve looked into your (E/C) eyes, he could only imagine what monstrous things you had seen and felt in the span of a few hours. He couldn’t make you more upset, not after what had happened.

“Alright, yeah.. okay.”

You slightly scooted over, ignoring the pain that burned between your legs from the harsh actions that scraped between them earlier. Placing the empty mug down on the coffee table and resting your head against Steve’s chest, his heartbeat soothing your broken state. Nothing was more healing for you than having Steve here to take care of you in such a depressing time for you. 

You both stayed like this for a while, Steve rubbing small circles against your aching ribs and your eyes slowly fell shut, exhaustion taking over you.

“Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.”

in sickness and in health — p.p.

summary : in which peter insists you shouldn’t be in school whilst fighting off an illness, but your stubborn personality gets the better of you. 

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   “Babe, what the hell are you doing here?” You felt Peter’s protective hand perch on your shoulder before you saw him, heard the comment before his face came into view. His voice, laced with concern and worrisome as ever when it came to your health, practically carried throughout the entire Midtown hallway, clumps of people turning their heads to see who had been talking so loudly. You pull the sleeves of your sweater down over your hands, turning your head to the side to look innocently at your boyfriend as you loaded another textbook into your shoulder bag. 

     You wipe your nose on a tissue you dig up from the bottom of your bag. “Huh? It’s school, Pete. Why wouldn’t I be here?” Peter surveys your expression, defiance hidden in the eyes he knew so well, and then rakes his gaze over your pallid cheeks and pink-tipped nose from rubbing it so hard with the tissues piling up in your locker. “Stop looking at me like that,” you groan, taking his arm and steering him away from you. Peter keeps craning his neck to stare back at you. There’s no possible way she’s here right now when she was up all last night coughing and sneezing and practically dying. He would know. He had been up with you for most of it, but you had insisted you needed sleep and couldn’t do that with Peter’s worried looks being flashed in your direction every time you cleared your throat or sneezed. 

    “No, no you shouldn’t be,” he replies, gently moving your hand off his arm and turning around to face you. He folds his arms across his chest, eyebrows raised. “You said you were gonna stay home today and rest. This doesn’t look like resting. This looks like exertion and a health endangerment, but that’s just one boy’s opinion. An important boy. Your boyfriend.” He stresses the word, tilting forward on his toes and still giving you that warning look that tells you he’s less than pleased right now. 

    You avoid his gaze, staring around the hallway that’s beginning to empty as people trail off to their next class. “I have debate after school and I’m captain, I can’t just miss practice,” you say, covering your nose before you can sneeze again. “I’m totally fine,” you insist, but your voice comes out raspier than intended and Peter knows you’re not fine. Peter’s eyes go wide when he hears the way you sound right now and his hand encloses around your wrist, dragging you toward the front entrance of the school. 

   “Babe, you don’t feel well, you need rest, go hOME,” he grunts, trying to pull you to the door but despite his best efforts, your feet stay rooted to the floor. Finally, he takes the back of your bag and tries to tug you out that way. Instead, you shrug off the bag and bolt toward your Trig class, leaving Peter in the hallway with the contents of your bag spilled on the floor as he stares incredulously at your retreating figure. 

    When he finally gets to Trig, one of the few classes he shares with you, he gives you a scowl and drops your bag on your lap, mumbling almost incoherent apologies to the irritated teacher glaring at Peter and his lateness. You look off to the side as Peter sinks into his chair next to you, mouthing, “Sorry, I love you.” Peter looks back at you with a roll of his eyes and then takes out his notebook, scribbling the date at the top of the page. He’s blatantly ignoring you and he feels kind of terrible about it because he loves you so much and doesn’t want you to think otherwise, but you’re ignoring his insistent pleads to go home when you clearly shouldn’t be in school. He’s just looking out for you. What sort of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t care about your wellbeing?” 

   All throughout Trig, Peter does his best to keep up the silent treatment, but it’s the most difficult thing he’s ever had to keep up with. You keep lightly kicking his shin to catch his attention. “Y/N, stop it,” he finally whispers, kicking your chair and causing it to emit a loud screeching noise as it moves against the tiled floor. The teacher glances up from the stack of papers on her desk, and the nervous smile Peter flashes is enough to tell her that it’s been the two of you causing the disturbances for the past fifteen minutes. “Damn it,” he mumbles as she begins to walk over to you both, hands on her hips disapprovingly. 

   “I’m sure the two of you will be happy to finish your incomplete work in detention, right?” A sarcastic smile stretches across her rigid face, and Peter shakes his head hastily, his hand reaching toward you. 

    “I’ll go to detention but Y/N can’t, she’s sick,” Peter protests, motioning at you as you sneeze again, your attempt at covering it up failing miserably. “See? Totally sick. Practically on the verge of death. She needs to go home, like, now. Send her to the nurse.” 

   You glower at him. “I am fine. I’m going to detention and not the nurse!”

   Peter glowers back. “Nurse.” 

   “Detention!”

   “Nurse!”

   “Detention!

   “Nurse!!” The entire class is silent as they watch you bicker with your boyfriend, a rare occurrence that leaves everyone sort of shocked. There’s hardly a moment where you and Peter aren’t being ridiculously adorable together, even without intimate touch or actually talking, and fights are something that never happens without good reason. And they never happen in class. Especially not in the middle of a lesson. 

   The bell rings before the teacher can reprimand the two of you further, but you pick up your detention slip before you can be yanked out the door and to the nurse by an aggravated Peter. Peter reluctantly takes his, too, because if you’re going to detention than he’s going as well and nothing can stop him. 

  The rest of the day, you hardly talk to one another, and at lunch you sit beside each other with closed mouths that only open when addressed by Ned or Michelle. You barely even look at him, although you can feel his eyes on you as you grow increasingly more exhausted and ill as the period wears on. 

   “Ned, can you tell Y/N that I really think she should go to the nurse because she doesn’t look well and I’m getting really worried about her and that I love her and just want her to feel better,” he pouts at you despite your avoidance of his upset stare. 

   Ned looks back and forth between you two before relaying the message. “Y/N, Peter really wants you to go the nurse because you look very sick and tired and he’s getting super worried about you.” Peter gives Ned a look, and his friend signs before continuing. “He also loves you.” 

   You push around your fries on your plate, sniffing in hard so that your voice doesn’t come out nasally. “Michelle, can you tell Peter that I don’t wanna go to the nurse and that I love him but he’s being annoying and I can’t miss any more days of classes or else I’ll be really far behind.” 

   With an irritated look, Michelle says, “He’s right there. I’m sure he heard you. Stop being weirdos and just talk to each other already and stop making Ned and I the middle men because it’s really irritating.” Michelle waves her hand at Ned, gesturing for him to get up and follow her to another table. He follows, giving you and Peter an apologetic shrug. Peter parts his lips and sighs really loudly, turning his head quickly to see if you had looked over at him but then turning back away when he saw that you weren’t. He sighs again, louder still, and keeps going until you slam your hand on the table and face him. 

    He opens his arms hopefully, timid smile on his face as he waits for you to hug him back. And you do. Relieved, he rests his cheek against your shoulder and kisses underneath your ear as soft as he can, his long eyelashes brushing against your skin as he looks up at you from where he’s positioned. His lips are pouted. Peter was pushy, and stubborn, but you both were. And you knew that he was just doing what he thought was best for you. Truth be told, you were on the verge of passing out or throwing up or doing both simultaneously and you shouldn’t have gone to school today. Peter would’ve been more than willing to copy his notes for you, send over your homework, and then stay by your house with you so you felt better until May called him home. 

    “I’m sorry if I was being annoying but I just want you to go home and take some medicine and feel better,” he murmurs, clutching your hand tightly. “Also, I can’t kiss you if you’re sick.” His tone holds a teasing lilt to it, but you know he’s being completely serious. The boy is needy and loves to be loved, preferably by you and only you, and if he can’t kiss you then he doesn’t want to be bothered with anything anymore. “So, pleeeassseee go home and get better, babe? Please? For me,” he adds, lips ghosting over your shoulder before they come up to kiss the side of your head, and he knows he has you where he wants you; about to go home for some well deserved, healing rest. 

   “Parker, you make me crazy sometimes,” you huff, squeezing around his waist. You pull away to lift your bag up and hoist it over your shoulder, sliding out of the cafeteria table. Peter grins up at you, and he’s such a little shit sometimes, but you can’t deny that having someone look out for you the way Peter does is probably one of the nicest feelings in the world.  

   Well, besides kissing him, which is arguably one of the only reasons as to why you’re getting up and lugging yourself to the nurse’s office with Peter in toe, his bubbly voice explaining that he’ll meet you at your house after detention and bring you over whatever you want, besides him, of course. You shove him away when he says that, but you’re laughing and he’s glad that you’re going home so he can hear that beautiful laugh of yours when you’re feeling better. Stubborn girlfriends were no match for the charm of Peter Parker. 

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BTS Reaction to You Having a Bad Nosebleed

Incognito;bts reaction to you having a really bad nosebleed that won’t stop? thank you! i really love your blog :)

Note: jesus, my life is hectic and ive just been trying to spend time on my own the past few days. im slowly getting back on track, so here is a revamp. *credit to gif owners*


Jin ➳ He accidentally elbowed your face a little too harshly, and quickly pulled you to his chest, whispering apologies to you over and over again while kissing the top of your head. You assured him you were fine while laughing, and when he slowly let you go and found his white v-neck soaked with blood; his heart fell. He felt absolutely horrible, trying to find tissues to stop the blood pouring from your nose. He was speechless, and as you continued to say you were fine and tried to make him laugh to make him feel better—it actually just made him feel even worse. “Stop talking,” he told you, grabbing more tissues and holding them to your nose, “please.”

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Suga ➳ You two were walking down the park when Yoongi suggested grabbing a bite to eat. You happily agreed, and he laughed at how jumpy you were being—that was, until you smacked into a tree so hard that you fell on your bottom. Blood began to trickle out your nose and Yoongi ran to you. “Shit, are you okay?” Yoongi asked, and you quickly squeezed your nose while lifting your head up. You told him you were fine, and as he gave you his bandana to soak up your blood he cursed under his breath as you continued to reassure him. About an hour passed and you began to bleed even more than before, and Yoongi had enough. “Yeah,” he started, getting up and staring at his now scarlet bandana while stretching, “we’re getting hospital food instead.”

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J-Hope ➳ You two were sitting down patiently while waiting for your food to come when your nose decided to bleed like a dam overflowing with water. Hoseok became worried, grabbing the napkin cloth provided by the restaurant and helping you soak the blood with it. “When the temperature is too hot, I bleed.” You told him and he nodded in understanding. When half an hour passed and he deemed it safe enough to retract the napkin, you were clean and he sighed in relief; until blood started to squirt out and he yelled in what you assumed was disgust — but was certainly shock.

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RapMonster ➳ It surprised him when you turned on the lamp in the middle of the night, holding your nose as if you wanted to protect yourself from an atrocious smell. You stared at Namjoon and he immediately waved his hands in defense, “I did not let it rip.” You glared at him and he was about to close his eyes and go back to sleep until you shoved your bloody hand into his view, and his eyes shot open as they glanced to your nose that was smothered in maroon liquid; making him cover his nose in shock. “That looks like it hurts!” He exclaimed and you then screamed at him to help you which he happily complied.

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Jimin He threw the basketball towards you and you didn’t know why you thought it’d be funny if you could somehow catch the ball with your mouth. He was laughing so hard to seeing you stumble back while holding your nose and the thought, ‘that was a stupid idea,’ instantly ran through your head. When you heard the laughter come to an abrupt stop, and looked to find Jimin digging through his duffle bag — you became confused. He suddenly took out a small towel, running towards you and stumbling down to the ground. You giggled and he snarled, quickly crawling to you and covering your nose. “Shit, I’m sorry,” He apologized, “I think I broke your beautiful nose.”

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V ➳ Him trying to be a gentleman failed when he opened the door for you but instead of seeing you walk past him; you cried out in pain. He failed to notice how close you were to him and had slammed the door into your face, your nose immediately beginning to overflow with blood in seconds. He helped clean the blood but no matter how many times he wiped it off more would come gushing out. You stared to him with watery eyes, and he felt like crap from seeing the way you tried to hold your tears in. “I’m okay, Tae, really-”

“You are not okay.” He growled and you were too scared to assure him again, knowing he was right.

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JungkookHe lifted you off your feet and gave you a tight bearhug while moving his body side to side to see your legs helplessly hang from the ground. He laughed when he slowly came to a stop, but was dumbfounded once he saw blood flow from your nose like a waterfall. He didn’t know what to do, feeling his heart get stuck in his throat as you cupped both of your hands over your nose to stop the bleeding. “Babe, I-I’m sorry.” He whispered but you were too frightened to tell him everything was fine. Eventually, he took off his shirt to help you clean the blood and took you to the hospital, hoping to god he didn’t break anything from just trying to show you some affection.

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To Love, Or To Kill?

Bucky Barnes x Reader (1/?) AU

Anon - Can you write one where Bucky and the reader were dating but they got in a huge argument and are ignoring each other so when they go on a mission together Nat has to go too so they don’t fight too much. But when something goes wrong Bucky has to decide on which one to save. The reader, the one he loved, or Nat, the woman who helped him escape. And out of loyalty he chooses Nat and the reader lives somehow and they go mute because the one they loved didn’t choose them… angst and drama plz

A/N So I combined this idea with a soulmate AU that was brought up to me by the wonderful @hollycornish so, since this was a request that people anticipated and the soulmate AU intrigued me, I combined both and created a series! Special love for the wonderful @littlemissacorn and @buchananbarnestrash for helping me out! 

Italics are flashbacks

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Dear DILF

REQUEST: Surprising Harry on tour to tell him you’re pregnant. Except the timing works out perfectly with fathers day, so you tell him by giving him a card. Preferably one of those ones which are like ‘Dear Dilf, need I say more’

REQUEST: I just realized your requests are open and I am flipping right now! Can you pretty please do one where you tell Harry you’re pregnant and its extremely fluffy and cute with many cuddles and loads of love! Love you and your blog loads and loads ♥


You had a love/hate relationship with tour season.

On the one hand, you hated that Harry had to be away from you. You had your own job and your own things that you needed to do, and you couldn’t exactly drop everything to follow him as he travelled around the world. You missed him terribly when he was away, and the two of you had gotten so used to each other at this point that it felt like something huge was missing when he wasn’t around. It was hard on him as well; it wasn’t like before you met two years ago when he could travel to his heart’s content. Sunsets simply weren’t as beautiful, and certain sights weren’t as breathtaking without you there by his side to see them. You skype called and texted as much as you possibly could to make up for it, but there was nothing that could even remotely come close to the feeling of falling asleep in his arms after a long day.

On the other hand, you loved to see him perform. It was one of your absolutely favorite things to do; it helped that you were a fan before meeting him and genuinely loved the boys’ music, but watching Harry on stage was absolutely mesmerizing. It seemed like every inch of him was amplified by the thousand—his smiles were brighter and his movements were stronger, and you could tell that it was the place where he felt happiest. Except for when he was with you, he would say. And the times that you got to fly out to see him were perhaps your favorite moments together—the rush of seeing each other after being apart for weeks at a time definitely made up for the time that you had to wait in between, and if anything the distance only ever brought you closer.

The reunion sex was definitely a big bonus.

It was after their show in Toronto when it happened. You had flown to visit him, and the concert was as amazing as ever. You didn’t get to see him until after the show was over, and the sight of your very sweaty and very beautiful rockstar almost made your heart stop. You could tell that he felt the same, because his features lit up more than they already had when he saw you running down the hallway to jump into his arms.

“Harry!” You squealed lightly as you slipped your arms around his neck and immediately looped your legs around his waist to pull his body closer to yours. You could smell the sweat on his body and his dark purple t-shirt was beginning to stick to yours, but you wouldn’t let go for anything.

“How’d you sneak back here, you menace?” He teased as he playfully pinched your behind while supporting your weight with both his palms, turning to press you against the nearest wall as he nipped at your neck.

The next several minutes consisted of the two of you giggling and fooling around backstage in Harry’s dressing room, caught up in each other as if you’d just fallen in love. That was the thing you loved most about the two of you—you’d had your fair share of arguments and bumps in the road like any other couple, but the spark had never faded.

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Stole My Heart

Summary: The five times the universe appeared to be against you when you wanted to ask Peter out.

Word Count: 2,622.

A/N: After reading @bovaria‘s fic, “The Five Times Bucky Picks You“, it inspired me to write something along those lines with Peter instead. Although, I decided to do my own spinoff and give it a slight twist. Hope you enjoy :D

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Bite Me. Dean Winchester.

Request:  Can you please do a Dean x reader smut, where the reader is a vampire and Dean has feelings for her, and she likes him too, but he doesn’t know. Then Dean and Sam return a little injured from a hunt and the reader sees Dean shirtless (because he was stitching a wound or something, I don’t know) and she just loses it and kisses him,that leading to smut. Also, it would be amazing if Dean lets the reader drink his blood while they are having sex,and he kind of enjoys the pain(if it’s not too weird)

Triggers: Smut. Blood/Injury Kink. Biting.

Word Count: 2021

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“You sure you guys will be okay?” You asked, getting a bit antsy as your eyes flashed slightly.

Dean smiled to you and shuffled your hair. “Relax, Y/N. We got this. Just be sure to draw the curtains in so you don’t burn up.”

“It’s not like that, Dean,” You growled, playfully flashing your fangs at them.

Dean waved his fingers playfully at you. “Oh, what? Gonna bite me?” He teased. Sam smacked his chest to which you snickered as your fangs retracted. “Seriously though. Try to get some rest, Y/N. You were busting ass pretty hard.”

“Just be careful. If anything happens, call. I mean it.”

“We’ll be fine,” Sam said before kissing your head. You smiled as his scent hit your nose. “Stay inside.”

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anonymous asked:

I love your writing! Could I request a fic please? Where McCree has a secret fiancé, living somewhere safe and reminding him that he has something to live for? But the remaining Deadlock members find her and kidnap her? And she's terrified when she realizes how much they hate Jesse and how they're willing to do anything to her in order to hurt him.

((A/N - I did this in Blackwatch era if that’s okay! It made more sense as Deadlock was more recent and oh my goodness gracious me I got so carried away with it I love writing McCree as a hero oosh. Might have to upload to AO3!))

“Please be safe.”
“I always am, doll.”

You stood on your toes to be able to press your lips against his. His rough, chapped lips that you were forever telling him to put lip balm on. You saw Jesse out the door, waving to him as set off down the road towards the Overwatch base. You twirled your engagement ring on your finger, a thin gold band that had a set of three diamonds with the middle one being slightly larger.

Jesse had proposed to you last year. You had known him since his days in the Deadlock gang, only because he used to frequent the diner you worked at. On more than one occasion he had bought you a strawberry milkshake or paid for your favourite song to be played on the jukebox. You were always careful though. You never became too close for the fear of doing something wrong which might anger him or the gang. You always accepted his compliments with a smile, and politely refused his requests to go dancing after work. It was only ever him that visited, saying what you had was a little secret, sealed with a wink.

Overwatch had then infiltrated Route 66, tearing apart the gang and luckily giving Jesse another chance at life to do good in the world. Knowing that neither of you were in any more danger, he proposed to you then and there. He constantly complimented you on your accent, your style, your pretty eyes. You had only moved to the little town a couple of years prior. He had of course sweetened you up and you accepted. You were his rock, and he was your charming cowboy.

***

“Honey, I’m home!” Jesse jokingly sang out as he sauntered through the front door.

You greeted him with a smile and a peck on the cheek. With what Jesse was earning working in the Blackwatch division under Overwatch, there was no need for you to carry on working at the diner. You had your own little ranch on the outskirts of town. You spent your days cleaning, cooking, sewing, ironing, being kept hidden..

“Did you tell them today, sweetie?” You held your hands in front of you, an expectant look on your face.

Jesse’s furrowed brow and sigh told you everything. Your engagement was a secret. A secret from your family, friends, and Overwatch.

“That’s.. fine.”
 You turned away from him, heading back into the kitchen to finish up the stew.

“Darlin’, it’s not fine.”
“So why can’t you tell them? Why can’t I tell them? Why can’t I tell anyone?”

You span on your heels to look at him and crossed your arms. Jesse’s eyes widened at your sudden anger. He understood your frustrations, he really did. It just seemed for however long you two has known each other everything between you had to be a secret.

“There are… Complications.”
“Such as?”

Jesse sighed and took his hat off, moving round to sit on the sofa and patting the seat next to him. You precariously followed suit, back stiff and perched on the edge of the seat.

“Deadlock.”
“Yes? What about them?”
“With Overwatch being close by, they’re gettin’ a bit antsy. Since they, well, arrested half o’ their men they didn’t take too kindly to it. Doll, the base isn’t even the direction that I head off to in the morning. I have to do that in case I’m bein’ followed.”

Your shoulders tensed slightly.

“Being followed..?”
“They’re not the nicest o’ gangs and they try to keep tabs on people. Whether they know that I was given’ a second chance.. I don’t know.”

You looked at him. He was staring at the carpet, eyes drawn to a particular out of place thread. He fiddled with the hat in his hands.

“Which is why I have to keep us a secret.” Jesse slowly said.

You nodded, taking the hat from his hands and walking around the sofa to place it on a coathook. You hadn’t realised he was following you until you turned around and bumped into him.

“(Y/N), you are my home. You always have been. If anythin’ were t'happen’ to ya..”

You leant forwards onto his chest, him then covering you with his arms. He of course smelt like cigars, gunpowder and coffee. You were his home, and he was yours.

You pulled back slightly so you could look up into his chocolate eyes, etched with concern.

“I love you, Jesse McCree.”

He broke into a smile and picked you up, twirling you around.

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

***

The next day went off without a hitch, you said your farewells and began preparing food for dinner.

Knock. Knock.

You frowned. Wiping your hands clean on a teatowel you lightly stepped over to the front door, peering through the peephole. Two young men dressed in black stood cockishly on your porch. You weren’t supposed to have any visitors today. You weren’t supposed to have any visitors, full stop.

You hooked the metal chain onto the door, so when it opened there was only a tiny crack you could see through. Better to be safe than sorry.

“May I help you, at all?”

“Is McCree here?” The one on the right spat.

“Erm, who? I think you may have the wrong ranch.”

Your heart was racing. Jesse had prepared you for this, to feign ignorance if anyone came asking for him.

“Your fiancé?”

You blanched. You tried to slam the door closed but one put their foot in the way. You grunted, and ran towards where you kept your shotgun in the cupboard under the stairs. You’d never had to use it before, but being so far out in the open you constantly had wild beasts and trespassers roaming your lands, you had to threaten them somehow.

You aimed it at the door, preparing for the worst when a crack shot through the air and your front windows were shattered. You held your hand up to your face to shelter from the flying glass, a few shards managing to scrape across your palm.

“Don’t come any closer.” You threatened. You inwardly cursed yourself at how weak you sounded. You emphasised by jabbing the shotgun in the direction of the window.

“Why, miss, we don’t want to hurt you.”

The two intruders stepped through the shattered pane, pointing revolvers at you and grinning wolfishly. Your breathing quickened. Your eyes scanned around the room, while slowly stepping back. You needed an exit route, and you needed one now.

“Just tell us where McCree is and we won’t have to put a bullet between your pretty eyes.”

They were stalking towards you, every step you took back they took one forward. The gun in your hands was shaking. You cocked it and aimed at their feet, firing which sent a whirlwind of wood splinters into the air.

This gave you a few mere seconds to sprint out of the living room, into the kitchen and out the back door. You heard cursing from the strangers and then heavy footsteps of them chasing you. You rounded the corner and pressed your back against the warm wooden slats, gun poised to whack the butt into one of their heads as they came round.

They never came round. You were sure they were following you. You frowned, peeking out to see if they were still there. They weren’t.

Treading carefully and aiming your shotgun, you stepped around the corner to look by the back door.

“Checkmate, princess.”

Something cold and hard pressed against the back of your neck. You shuddered out a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding. You stared blankly ahead into the desert, dropping the gun on the ground and raising your open hands to shoulder height.

Gravelly footsteps made their way so the one that had originally spoken to you was standing in front of you.

“Wild one, she is.”
“No wonder McCree went for her.” The one behind you sniggered.

You narrowed your eyes at the one in front, who was now pointing his gun at your chest.

“Don’t try anythin’ funny, sweetheart.” He smiled sickly sweet at you, and then nodded at the one behind you.

A rag soaked in something sweet and alcoholic covered your nose and mouth, making you cry out. You scrabbled at the man’s hands by your face, hearing him wince from where you cut him with your nails. He was relentless. Trying to struggle made you breath in more sharply and quickly, which you didn’t realise was helping their cause. Your hands became fuzzy, knees weak and vision blurring.

“Sleep tight.” They chuckled.

Everything went black.

***

“Why ain’t she pickin’ up..”

Jesse scowled at his burner phone, the number he had been ringing going to voicemail. He wanted to let you know that he was going to be home early today, as he’d managed to get a half day off and he could help you cook dinner as an apology for yesterday.

He scuffed his way through the long grass, the heat forming sweat droplets on the back of his neck.

He frowned. Tyre tracks by the front of your ranch. You weren’t supposed to have visitors. Feeling uneasy, Jesse unholstered his peacekeeper. Before he had made it to the front of the house, he could see that the front window had been smashed in and the door was slightly ajar.

Oh no.

“(Y/N)? You home, doll?”

He peaked in through the window and saw glass everywhere. Two pairs of dusty footprints by window making their way towards- blood? He stepped through the wooden pane on high alert for any signs there’s someone still in the house. It was deathly silent.

Jesse crouched when he made it to the doorway to the kitchen, picking up a shard of glass that definitely had blood on it.

Well, shit.

He quickly put his earpiece in and channeled it to the base.

“McCree to Watchpoint 66.”
“McCree. Reyes here.”
“I need your help.”

***

Your head was pounding. Your palm stung. Your breathing was rattling, as though you were dehydrated. Your neck ached from where it was hanging awkwardly, a stray hair tickling your nose. You tried to reach up to brush it out of the way and scratch your nose. You tensed your arms when you realised you couldn’t, something rough had bound your wrists together behind your back. Your eyes shot open. Your vision was blurry, trying to adjust to the dim lit room. You looked down and realised you had been bound to a wooden chair. Trying to cry out for help, you realised a cloth of some sort was drawn tightly across your mouth. Glancing down, even your ankles were tied together from what you could see with rough hemp rope. You tried to regulate your breathing, air heavily leaving your nose.

Your head shot up when the rickety door swung open, a dark figure standing in the doorway.

“She’s awake.” The voice rumbled, nodding to someone else in the hallway.

The figure stepped over the threshold towards you. You tensed up, drawing in a sharp breath and head held high.

He wore dark leather trousers and a billowing cream top, almost like an old fashioned pirate. He grabbed your jaw with his calloused hand, forcing you to look up towards his shadowed face.

“So you’re the one that Jesse McCree has fallen for. A pretty lil’ thing, huh.”

He had the same southern accent as Jesse, albeit more menacing. He turned your head to the side, losing eye contact. Only spending a minute with this savage and he’s already made you feel like a piece of meat up for inspection. He leaned in close, lips hesitating over your ear.

“Do ya love him, sweetpea?”

You shut your eyes, tears squeezing out the corners and you drew in a shuddering breath.

Answer me.”

You nodded your head, him only being satisfied when he let his grip go off your face and moved back. You bowed your head, wondering how you got into this situation. Wondering what Jesse’s reaction would be when he saw how ransacked your house was. Wondering about Jesse.

“Don’t cry. I di'n’t mean to make ya cry.”

He gently wiped away a streaming tear, his touch as soft as a lover’s. You glanced at his tan hand that was so close to your cheek. He took his hand back and thwack. His right hand struck your cheek, snapping your head to the right and hair falling over your face. The pain brought a fresh batch of waterworks, sobs choking in your throat.

A dark chuckle escaped from your captor. He pulled up another wooden chair from the darkness and sat down.

“D'ya know how long we’ve been lookin’ for that mutt?”

You shook your head, learning quickly it’s better to play along.

Too long. After that darned Overwatch took half o’ my men we wanted to fight. Obviously we didn’t have enough manpower. When we learnt that ingrate was alive and workin’ for them? Hoo, that’s a whole ‘nother story.”

He leant back in the chair, his right ankle coming up to rest on his left knee.

“I had my men follow him. That Overwatch weren’t pretty smart to keep an ex-Deadlock member livin’ on Route 66 were they? He tried to be clever. Sent them on a fox hunt, he did. Until one day we finally caught him going back to ya nice lil’ ranch out back. Seein’ you greet him at the door warmed my heart, I must say.”

Your eyes widened.

“He had a lil’ missy and he was keepin’ her secret from the world. Well, I wonder why that is? That Jesse McCree had snagged himself somethin’ real nice and didn’t wanna share her. We thought we could do him the favor. We could let him know how much he hurt us, at the same time hurtin’ him.”

You frowned at this. They wanted to hurt him? By hurting you?

The stranger leant forwards placing a hand on your knee.

“Don’t worry, doll. We only want to let him know how big o’ a mistake he made when he betrayed us.“  He stood up, stalking around to the back of your chair and placed his hands heavily on your shoulders. "You are the key.”

You shuddered under his grasp, your entire body shivering at the thought of what they, or he, were going to do to you.

***

“Jesse, you need to calm-”
I am calm.” Jesse seethed.
“Well then get your hand off of my desk.”

Jesse looked down, his nails digging into the wood creating splints on Gabriel’s desk. He grunted, flumping himself into the chair opposite Reyes and hiding his dark eyes behind his hands.

“She’s out there somewhere and we’re sittin’ here doin’ nothin’. She could be hurt or dyin’ or-”
Don’t. Don’t you dare say it. Jesse, we will find her. I promise.”

***

You don’t know how long it had been. They would occasionally bring in water and sludge for what they called food. They had to feed you, this being the only time they would ungag you. Your wrists were chafed from being constantly bound, your ankles only released when you needed to relieve yourself. You had lost all energy to fight. It didn’t help that every now and then they would rough you up.

Your head ached, there was dried blood crackling by your nostril and you were sure your ribs were either cracked or majorly bruised. Breathing became a struggle, it was all you could focus on.

They didn’t seem to care about information about Jesse. All Deadlock wanted to do was hurt you. Hurt you so they could hurt him.

The door creaked open, you flinching at the light that shone through the doorway. You were tired and you wanted to give up. It was the man that you had first seen when you were taken.

“Looks like he’s given up lookin’ for ya, doll.” He smirked. “There’s been no word for.. Oh. Four days now.”

You stared blankly at the floor by his feet; you wouldn’t have given him a reaction even if you could. He walked over to you, holding something in his hand that glinted against the light.

“I think it’s time to.. Up the pace. Don’t you think, sweetheart?”

Only then did you look at him properly, studying what he had in his hand. A knife. You tried to shrink into your chair, worried eyes passing between the knife and his shadowed face. A swift strike and the blade was plunged into your thigh, blood seeping out from around the edges. You shut your eyes and let out a muffled cry, pain blinding your vision.

“Good girl. I made sure t'record that one. I’ll send it to ya fiancé and let him know how ya doin’.”

You breathed in deeply through your nose, tears now running freely down your cheeks and you trying to hold back sobs. You’d never known pain like this before.

He pulled the knife from its warm confines to wipe on his trousers, your blood running down onto the floorboards. He twirled the knife in his hands, looking like a predator wondering where he was going to make his next strike. You pleaded with your eyes as much as you could, you couldn’t take much more. You’d fantasized about being back at home, in your bed, with Jesse.

You didn’t know how strong your threshold was for pain but you knew you weren’t going to last long if they started torturing you for the hell of it.

“Com'ere, doll.” He grabbed your throat, leaning in dangerously close.

He passed the blade down the side of your face, making a deep cut down your cheekbone. You could feel blood trickling down, just adding to the list of injuries you had. He tightened his grip around your neck, digging his fingers in which would no doubt leave some lovely purple splotches.

An earthy rumble echoed through the building. Your captor looked at you in concern then span around to face the doorway. He moved around you, behind your chair and pulled your hair so your neck was on show. A loud crash and then suddenly there were three people all in dark clothing looking through the doorway where a rickety door has once stood.

“Long time, no see, McCree.” The man said, now pushing the blade against your bare throat.

“Get your dirty hands off of her, Max.”

Jesse.

You whimpered, struggling in your bounds on the chair. The grip in your hair tightened, making you take a short breath and changing your view so all you could see was the ceiling.

“You ain’t in a position to tell me what to do, Jesse. Unless you want your sweetheart’s blood spewin’ everywhere. Say, how does it feel? To have somethin’ you love taken away from ya?”

“Let her go.” A voice you didn’t recognise said.

“Uh uh. Not until the lil’ rat here understand what Overwatch did to my gang. And how betrayed I felt when I learnt he’d gone off gallavantin’ with ya.”

You could feel the blade dig in deeper, droplets beginning to form. The pain in your leg was excruciating.

“She’s got nothin’ to do with that.”

Your breathing was becoming heavier, the tightness by your throat and the general aches and pains from your leg, ribs, cheek and hair were becoming too much for you. The room became incredibly warm, your hands and feet becoming tingly and limp and eyes drifting shut.

“Looks like she’s already given’ up, Jesse. You’re too late.”

You heard a muffled crack in the air before you let yourself drift off.

***

“(Y/N)?”

You leaned into the touch of someone stroking your hair back from your face. You stirred, eyes shooting open and breathing increasing from what you last remembered.

“(Y/N), it’s okay. You’re safe.”

You quickly scanned the area and all you could see was white. White ceiling, white walls, white bed. Bed. You turned to where the voice came from and there was Jesse. Your Jesse that had come to save you, perched on the edge of the chair waiting anxiously. You leaned back onto the cushy pillows and let out a sigh. You glanced him over. His beard was more scraggly and under his eyes were dark. You held out your hand towards him, him instantly taking it in his grasp and holding you tightly. His thumb rubbed over your engagement ring.

“Jesse..” You croaked.
“Stop. (Y/N), I’m so sorry.” His voice sounded gravelly, broken. “I thought I could protect you.”

You squeezed his hand in reply, trying not to say anything which could damage your throat.

“I should'a been more careful. I should'a done what you said and told them about us. They could’ve protected you more than what I could.”

You frowned at this.

“No, Jesse-”
“I did this to ya. I wouldn’t be surprised if you up and left me.” He covered his face with his free hand, rubbing his forehead.

You retreated your hand slightly before slapping him on the wrist.

“Don’t you dare. You rescued me. What’s done is done but we’re here now. Safe.”

He peeked at you through his fingers, brown eyes meeting yours. A small smile formed on his lips before darting around your face and taking in what Deadlock had really done to you. It faded.

“Wounds heal, Jesse.” You reassured, catching on to what he was looking at. “I never doubted for a second you wouldn’t come for me.”

“Could'n'ta done it without Reyes.”
“I’m sure he’s lovely.”
“He’s the one that took me in after Deadlock.”
“Even more so.”

Jesse relaxed a bit, glad to see that you had woken up and hadn’t changed a bit.

“So I’m guessing Overwatch know about us then, huh?”

He nodded.

“I had to.”
“Not under the best circumstances.”
“I wish it could’ve been better.”

You turned your head towards him so you were facing him fully. You grabbed his hand that was still laying on your pristine sheets with both hands, bringing it up to kiss his knuckles. You hesitantly glanced down at your wrists, ropeburn clearly showing.

“I love you, Jesse McCree. Don’t you ever forget or think that anything will come in between that.”

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

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Pairing: Jasper Hale/Reader
Words: 830
A/N: Happy Holidays
Request: Do you still write Jasper Hale imagine? If you do could you please write one about Christmas? Something about that he doesn’t like Christmas and Y/N tries to show him all the good and fun stuff about Christmas and they could make gingerbread a in the end he likes Christmas, it could just be a cute and fluffy imagine? ( sorry for my bad English and sorry if you don’t understand my request and you can change anything you want ) ❤❤☺️


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Guardian Angel

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

Request:  Hey could i request a warren x reader? where he doesn’t die and instead comes back with them to the school and ends up falling in love with the reader but she don’t know only their friends & its just cute cause he kinda hates everyone lmao

Pairing: Warren Worthington x reader

Summary:  Reader has the power to create force fields and to teleport. During the fight with Apocalypse the reader saves Warren’s life. Ever since then the winged bad boy follows you around like a bodyguard, protecting you from even the smallest inconveniences. Along the way Warren starts to fall for you and everyone knows… except you.

Words Count: 1,684

Genre:  fluffy

Notes: YASS WARREN MY BB FLUFF BURB. But for real, I’m a big warren girl. This is set during Apocalypse


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V scenario to fighting with you and breaking up.


Sooo, this one took me a while to write too, only cause I don’t want to hurt this little puppy, but anyways, hope you enjoy ~~~~


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Originally posted by mvssmedia

This week was harsh, you knew it was like this but working and studying was harder than it was made out to be, your uni decided that it would be a great idea to start a whole uni project, it was something only your uni seemed to do, it was held every few months, and unless you broke a limb, you couldn’t miss it, you just returned from a long 2 weeks of Just volunteering, this was the project, it took everything within you, to not just crush and breakdown as soon as you entered your apartment.

It was cold, no one had been in it since 2 weeks ago, the rent price seemed like such a waste, but you decided complaining wouldn’t solve anything, you were back on the night shifts, and just hours before a part time waiter, the school was expensive, not only that, but the 2 weeks you’d lost, really would take a toll on you, you wanted nothing more than just to rest, but you had money that you had to make, so you got up without a sound, quickly got changed, and ran out the door because again, you were on the brink of being late.


Your boyfriend kim taehyung, really missed you when you were gone for that long, he wanted to do nothing more than just to hug and kiss you, so he waited patiently for you to call or text him, but you didn’t, another week would pass and he was sure that you would be back by this time, but, it seemed like you were way too busy for anyone.


Some how you found the time out of your hectic schedule to meet with v, to say you didn’t miss him just as much as he missed you, would be a lie, you missed his silly smiles, and the way he’d just annoy the hell out of you, but you liked it.

It was the only thing that was annoying but also soothing all at once,

But,

Being so busy, you didn’t notice his slowly drifting smile,

“Y/n,”

“Yes, tae give me 2 seconds I’ll be done”

He sighed, you knew he hated it when you studied while he was with you, he just wanted to watch movies and cuddle with you

“Are you done? You said 2 seconds it’s been like 20”

You smiled finding his whines cute

“Okay, I’m done, come here, did you miss me that much?” He smiled wide, and slide in between your arms.

If only you knew that he’d be this hurt, you wouldn’t have agreed on dating him, you knew how much, or how little time you were spending with him,

“Come on y/n cant I come over, I really miss you”

“Tae, it’s too late, and we both have work in the next 10 hours, it won’t be good for any of us”

“You always say that, please”

You gave into his requests and told him, that if he came over you two were going to sleep and that was it.

You went to the door and greeted him, he was looking more down than usual,

“Tae, what’s wrong? Did something happen?”

“Y/n do you still have feelings for me, or did you ever?”

You knew where this was going, he was breaking, he was missing you, but you couldn’t be there to comfort his scars.

“Tae, I still love you, I would never stop”

“Then why? Why do you not have any time for me? Why? I’m so lonely here, you know, I get jealous of jungkook sometimes, he tells me how his dates with his girlfriend was, and I can’t tell him anything cause I myself, haven’t seen you in what? 2 weeks? Again? Y/n what are we?”

You walked over to him, knowing how hurt he was, but you were selfish

“No tae, please don’t say that, please, I love you, so freaking much”

“No y/n, I think we need some time off, as single, I want to see if waiting for you is worth it, or if I can be happy too” your head hang low, knowing what he meant, you nodded and headed back towards your bedroom, your body was going through so much already, you stopped midway

“Y/n?”

You were so tired, from both studying and working, and that constant fear of loosing him, but when it happened, it was all too much, you were physically not capable of holding yourself together anymore, you felt dizzy, taehyung sensed that something was wrong, and he walked over to you, and stood in front of you

“Y/n?” You collapsed, it was a good thing tae was in front of you, because otherwise you would’ve fallen hard on the floor, he called the ambulance not knowing what else to do with your heart beat pulsating like crazy, it felt like it could give in and fail your own body.

When you awoke it was morning, there was a bouquet of white roses on your side table, the familiar smell of medicine covered the surface of your nose, you always hated that smell

“Y/n? Your awake? Oh thank goodness, I thought you would never wake back up”

“I’m sorry, I worried you again didn’t I, even when were on a break”

“What break? Y/n what are you on about?”

“You wanted, to take time off, I understand if you still want that”

“Y/n, do you think I really would want that? I was in a fit of anger, not being able to see the one I love for so long, it drove me nuts and when you didn’t want me to come over, I guess I just craved your affection”

You lifted your hands to his face and caressed his beautiful cheeks, you pulled him in closer to you, before he freaked out

“Hey, y/n be careful, you’ll hurt the baby”

You looked at him, not knowing what he meant by baby

“What tae? What baby?” He smiled at you, which made the butterflies in your stomach go crazy

“Y/n, your pregnant, that’s why you were more tired than usual, thank you, thank you so much, for keeping our baby safe”

He hugged you, carefully.

“Tae, I, i. Had no idea, I could’ve caused so much harm to it”

“Her, it’s a girl, and no, I’m sorry, I’m sorry for not being there enough, just please stay by my side, and I swear everything will be better, and their not taking you to that volunteering stuff, your staying here right next to me.”


So this one was a lot more different than the other ones, hope you like it, as if you do make sure to let me know and request away~

Originally posted by imjustavoid

(Before I go, do you like longer scenarios more, or shorter scenarios more like this one, or do you like a mixture of both, let me know)