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Jaws - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky accidentally punches you in the face during a training session, which somehow leads to your first kiss and the promise of a date.

Warnings: Kissing.

Words: 1 328

A/N: Very boring drabble that is kinda similar to Lift in terms of the layout. Tell me what you think and please request!


Originally posted by you-didnt-see-that-cuming

She ducked under his punch, getting back up just as quickly and trying to elbow his chest. He grabbed hold of her joint and pushed her back. As she came rushing back in for a straight punch to his face, his metal hand flew right to her jaw.

She staggered back before falling to her knees. Her hair fell in front of her face and a few strands stuck to her glistening forehead, a long groan escaping her.

“Oh fuck, Y/N. I’m so sorry!” Bucky panicked, surprised as he thought she would have been able to see through his techniques as always and dodged his incoming attack.

He rushed to her side and knelt beside her, wrapping his arm around her back and using his free hand to remove the hair from her face. She whined in pain, trying to force a smile to not make him feel so bad but not being able to. “Okay, that one hurts… I’m not gonna lie.”

“Shit, I’m so sorry.” He carefully tilted her head to get better lightning on her jaw which was red, bruising and already swollen. “Fuck. That’s bad.”

“I don’t know if it’s anything serious, but I can taste blood?” She looked up at him. “Maybe that’s just normal. Also, my left ear is ringing, or it might be my entire head actually, I can’t tell the difference right now.”

Bucky kept repeatedly mumbling curses as he softly placed his bionic hand over the bruise. She winced in pain at first but the cooling of the metal was better than not having it there at all.

“Remind me to wear a hockey helmet for our next training session or something…” She began to push herself up from the floor. Bucky tried to help her by continuing to hold his arm around her back, which turned out to be very helpful.

“Woah!” He exclaimed as she almost fell forward, his grip of her tightening and keeping her on her feet. “You okay?”

“I just got punched in the face with a hand that’s literally made out of metal. Pardon me if I’m a little dizzy.” She chuckled, her voice strained from the pain radiating up her jaw and numbing the area around it. She turned to face Bucky, her hand carefully touching the swollen bump. “Does it look bad?”


“No.” He lied. “It looks alright.”

“Liar.” She could see straight through him, of course. She always could. “Oh man, and Tony’s birthday party is this weekend.”

“That’s five days away.” Bucky tried to remain hopeful.

She looked over at him, her eyes hooded and her eyebrows raised high, circulating the area where he had punched her. “By the sheer agony I’m in right now, I can tell this isn’t going to go away in five days.”

“I’m sorry…” He pleaded and she dropped her sarcastic attitude, feeling bad for the poor guy.

“I know you are. It’s okay. I’ve had worse. Remember when I got shot in the damn hand in Serbia? When I had to drive the car to the hospital with that hand, the gear lever nearly went through the bullet hole.”

He chuckled after seeing her smile at the brutal recall of a mission two years prior.

“Or when you went two weeks in pain because you thought your body was “healing slowly”, when in reality you had a completely broken arm?” He remembered and she nodded, quietly chuckling before suddenly closing her eyes, grabbing his hand. She pulled it towards her jaw and held it still over, leaning into it whilst still not looking.

Bucky watched in admiration as she dozed off for a few seconds in the comfort of his touch.

“Alright. I’m gonna call this a day. It’s getting late, I think. You must have punched my sense of time out of me.” She smiled and broke loose from him, heading for the gym door slowly.

“Maybe sleeping isn’t that good of an idea? You could have a concussion!” He warned, worried about her health truthfully.

“Don’t think so highly of yourself.” She joked, making it seem as if giving her a concussion had been something Bucky had strived for. He wanted to oblige and take her to Bruce, or anyone else that might be awake at two in the morning and have the skill to properly help her. “So goodnight, or good morning, or whatever.”

The door slammed shut behind her, leaving Bucky alone in the gym, feeling more guilty than ever.

He was sat at the kitchen table, eating the scrambled eggs which surprisingly enough, Vision had cooked. Steve sat across Bucky, Peter beside Steve, and Tony and Natasha on both short ends when Y/N came sulking down.

“Good morning- Jesus Christ.” Steve gasped as he got a look of her. “What happened to your face?”

The entire left side of her jaw was covered in a rich, purple bruise. As she smiled, she clearly did so more on the right side than the other. “Why don’t you ask Mr. I-Have-A-Metal-Arm?” She said, pointing to a Bucky.

“I’m so sorry.” Bucky repeated and she tried to smile wider but winced, letting it fall back.

“I know, Buck. Heard you the first, hundred, times.” She attempted to reassure him although it had little effect. “You better buy me something amazing to cover this up tho.”

“I don’t think anything can cover that up. That’s brutal.” Natasha said, her nose scrunching up in slight disgust at the vicious color of Y/N’s jaw.

“Thanks.” Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes, and taking a seat by the table. Vision left the stove and came to her aid with a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon. “And an honest thank you to you, Vis.”

“You want some ice for that?” Tony tried to help as Y/N grabbed the chilled glass of orange juice in front of her and held it against her jaw. She shook her head subtly and shut her tired eyes, propping her elbows on the table and leaning her head against her free hand.

“I’m good.” She said and pulled herself together, opening her eyes widely to wake up and taking a sip of the orange juice already by her mouth. “I’ll avoid training sessions with Bucky for awhile though.”

“I’m s-”

“Cut it. I’m alive, aren’t I? Still breathing. Heart’s still pumping.” She said and shoved a fork full of bacon in her mouth. The breakfast carried on, following up with an overly large glass of chocolate milk on Y/N’s part. They all chatted, bickering as usual, before everyone retreated to their own corner of the Tower  to continue their days separately.

As Y/N made it to her room, there were two knocks on the door. She didn’t have to guess who it was. She knew it was Bucky and she knew he would try to apologize once more.

She pulled the door open and barely had time to confirm it was him before a pair of soft lips crashed upon hers. She staggered backwards and Bucky broke loose, eyes blown wide. “Let me take you out to dinner, as an apology for punching you.”

“And you had to kiss me to ask me out!?” She questioned, out of breath. Bucky shrugged.“

“No, I just wanted to.” He said like it was the most normal thing in the world to walk around kissing.

“Well damn…” She closed the space again and savored another kiss, sighing in relief. She tried to not cause herself too much pain, letting him do most of the moving.


“Don’t you dare say that word one more time or I swear to god I’ll punch your jaw.” She threatened and he chuckled, lips hovering in front of hers.

“It wouldn’t leave as much as a scratch.” His lips curled around hers, tasting the sweetness lingering to them.

“You’re so cocky, you know that? It’s tiring.”

Stereotypical (7) gifts and a sleepover

Bucky Barnes x reader AU (short series)

Notes: swearing, flirting, implied smut, fluff, Bucky is a hopeless romantic.

A/N: With courting comes gifts! And restraint. A lot of it. 

If you would’ve seen how Bucky beat himself up over making you doubt his motives, all doubt would’ve left your mind. When he returned home after dropping you off with a chaste, lingering kiss to your cheek and a soft bid goodnight, he rested his back against his closed front door and let his head thump back against it.

With a groan he closed his eyes, wondering how he could’ve been so damn stupid.

“Buck? What’re you doing?”

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Sharp. [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

Summary: Hey! Could you do a Bucky X reader where the reader has wolverine powers? The reader is a new recruit and no one knows about her powers until she saves Bucky out on the field and when they come back she shuts down and won’t speak until Bucky kisses her? The rest is up to you P.S love your writing ❤️

Warnings: angst? don’t know.

I got way too stressed out over this fic and I don’t know why.

When Nick Fury personally escorted you into the tower, Bucky was the only one who was present. It was still one of his first few months there, and so the team were not authorized to not take him on missions as yet.

Quiet, reserved, non-approachable. All the adjectives that could describe him when he had first entered the Avengers Tower, and probably still could be described as. 

So when he noticed himself in your fidgeting fingers and downcast eyes, he took it upon himself to make sure you weren’t as astray as he was. He’d be your best friend and he’d do the same as Bruce had done for him- made him feel accepted.

He figured that maybe you both could be friends, that maybe you’ll learn the ways of the Avengers together. Maybe you’ll grow together in the tower, and make sure the other was safe. And so as he approached you with a kind smile and warm eyes, Nick was a little taken aback, but he soon realised that he knew what kind of a spirit Bucky was.

“Hi,” he said nervously.

As your eyes looked up at his, he was positive he felt his world cease. Because you had the most stunning eyes he had most probably ever seen.

Uhh-” He scurried to collect his thoughts before he made a fool of himself. “-umm.

And when you gave him a tiny wisp of a smile he felt like his heart would bolt out of his chest because damn it, if it wasn’t the most uplifting things he had seen in a while.

And that just laid the foundations of what cemented your friendship. The myriad of small things you both would do for each other, owing to the fact that to the both of you, the other undoubtedly one of the best people they knew. 

Sometimes you’d bring him his laundry and sometimes he’d pass you the remote to watch whatever you pleased when you sat down next to him on the couch. Sometimes you’d help him with making breakfast for the others and sometimes he’d buy your favourite kind of cookies without being asked to. Sometimes you’d just sit there in silence with him and sometimes he’d do nothing too, just occasionally look at you to find you staring ahead peacefully and that’d be enough for him.

After a few more months of strenuous training with the rest of the Avengers, it just occurred to him that he was still clueless as to why you were asked to join the team.

He knew of your healing properties, but he suspected that that wasn’t all. He’d ask Steve, but Steve would just reply with the tenuous shake of his head and a ‘You’ll see it later’. 

And so when the time did come, neither of you were braced for it. 

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Sorry, I stabbed you. (Jason Todd x Reader)

Requested by: @kms1303

Summary: 4. “I don’t even see your face, Red.”
6. “Hold up! You want to tell me you put a costume on and fight crime at night, too!?”
35. “I’m sorry I stabbed you. I love you.”
You and Jason are best friends, but what you don’t know is at night you are rivals.

Warnings: non?

Note: (Y/A) = your alias

You ring the doorbell and wait. A pack of bear was in your one hand and a bag of fast food in the other.
Your back was aching from last nights fighting, your shoulder was throbbing still and you just really wanted to see your best friends and do normal things.
Red Hood had interfered in your businesses again and this time you just couldn’t let him get away with it.
The problem was that he was skilled and if it wasn’t for your body amour your collarbone would be shattered now.

He opened and his face softened up immediately.
Jason’s eyes were two pale blue crystals, sparkling and shimmering as they looked into yours.
He seemed tired, though. That was nothing new to you since he did all the time.

“That’s exactly what I need,” he said with a small grin tugging on his lips and pulled you in a quick hug, wrapping his massive arm around your shoulder.

You winced.

“What happened?” The softness was wiped from his face, now replaced with alertness and concern.

You walked in and sat on the couch. “I got up at night and ran right into a wall. You know me.” You hated lying to him, but Jason would freak out if he knew what you did at night. He was overprotective through and through.

Jason frowned, noticing something was off about your statement. He decided to not dwell on it and believe you.
You were his best friend, his soul mate, you would tell him what really happened if there was the need to.
Jason knew you hated to worry him.

You laid your head on his shoulder and he took a sip of the beer. “If you want we can just go to bed and sleep some more. I’m tired.”

“That’s why they call us friendship goals.” He chuckled and grabbed you, carefully throwing you over his shoulder.

You giggled and your insides tingled at how effortlessly he did it.
Jason carried you to his bed and carefully laid you down.
It was a good choice to wear sweatpants after all.

You loved his bed. The smell of him lingering in the sheets. This musky, fancy cologne scent which was almost like a drug that calmed you down and made your heart race all at once.

He wrapped his arms loosely around you and you let him devour you entirely.
It wasn’t weird to cuddle. You and Jason actually did it quite often. It was just platonic.

Well, Jason wished it wouldn’t be, but he could never tell you.
He was already scared you would just leave one day due to his moods, he won’t give you more reasons.


You put the last guy out and felt a shift in the air. Your turn around and were able to duck from Red Hood’s punch in the last second. “From behind?! That’s hell of an asshole move.” Your mask was changing your voice, making it come out darker.

“I said stay out of my business!” He growled.

“No? I was the one telling you!” You yell back frustrated. Was he too stupid to just back off. “Go to another part of town, asshole! This one is mine!”

You got ready to fire your grappling gun, getting out of there, but Red Hood grabbed you by the throat and pinned you against the nearest brick wall. Your tiptoes just barely touched the ground.

“Listen, I have people in this part of town I need to keep save,” he said in a low voice.

“So do I.”

It all would be much easier if you’d knew you were talking about each other.

“We get along or you back off!” He tightened his grip.

You laughed darkly. “Is this supposed to scare me?” Your eyes mentioned down to his hand on your throat.

“What? Is it turning you on?” You could hear the frown, knowing you achieved what you wanted. He was irritated.

“I don’t even see your face, Red.” You grinned. He was standing too close, not noticing and you could kick him right in the balls with your knee. Yes, it was an asshole move.

Red Hood let go of you and you grabbed him by the neck of his leather jacket and smashed him head first into the brick wall.

You heard his helmet shatter, but before you could do anything else you felt a knife slice through your shoulder and pin into the wall behind you.

“Ah!” You shouted in pain and squeezed your eyes shut.

“You know what I like about shoulder wounds?”

Your eyes tear open and your face got pale. “Jason,” you said in a gasp. The pain was forgotten, pushed to the background. Your stomach crunched.

“Okay, what?” He was like frozen.

“Oh, my god.” You looked at one of his pale blue eyes. Your mind was racing and now pieces were falling together and you couldn’t understand how you never noticed.

“Lady, what are yo– (Y/N).”

You pulled your mask off, breathing heavily.

“Oh, god.” He let his guard down completely and pulled the remaining helmet off his face, dropping it on the ground. “(Y/N). Oh.” He looked at the knife sticking in your shoulder and panic floated his body. “Oh, god. I’m sorry I stabbed you. I love you. Oh, shit.” He pulled it out, carefully, but quickly.

You hissed in pain and sank to your butt, staring at him.
Jason got something out and put it on the wounds. You figured it made the bleeding stop.
Then he sat beside you and silence took over for a long moment.

He was the first to speak again. “Hold up! You want to tell me you put a costume on and fight crime at night, too?” It was beyond him how he couldn’t notice. He should have today. Your shoulder was hurting because Red Hood hit (Y/A) there yesterday night.

You just nodded. “And you? Did you mean it?”

“That I’m sorry?” He met your eyes. He was freaked out. “Hell, yes I am.”

“No.” Your face softened. “That you love me?”

He considered his options. He could deny it, say it was meant in a platonic way or tell the truth.
But he couldn’t loose you. He wouldn’t survive that.

Jason opened his mouth, but you spoke first. “I love you.”

His face moved forward, saying “excuse me, did I hear right?” without moving his lips.

You moved forward and peaked his lips once. “I love you, Jason.” You repeated, looking up in eyes that seemed to race over your face, trying to make sense of your words and actions. You knew it was risky, but it would come out sooner or later.

His face relaxed and he moved towards you and kissed you passionately. His lips moved against yours until they were swollen and numb.
Jason’s hand was resting on the back of your neck, making electricity run through your body.
The pain in your shoulder was barely there in that moment.

Passing Ships

Summary: Sam and Eileen spend a night together after an unplanned meeting. I am sailing this ship hard.

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 2400

A/N: Hope y’all are in the mood for some Saileen. XOXO

Sam recognizes Eileen from the punch she’s throwing. He can’t see her face, but he doesn’t need to. He can see her in the graceful push of her arm, in the whip-sharp way it cuts through the air and connects with the thing’s jaw. The vampire hits the brick wall with a loud thud, crumpling just a little before throwing his own punch. She ducks just in time.

Sam actually stops to watch for a second. He’d wondered if she’d be here, since it was an obvious case and close to the town where she had an apartment, one she called home most of the time.

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Let's Swayze This Mother

Summary:  You, Dean, Sam and Cas decide to search for Gabriel, it does NOT go as planned.

Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam, Castiel, Gabriel

Word Count: 1931

Warnings: language

A/N:  This is my submission for @ravengirl94 1.5K Challenge.  I had the prompt:  “I make bad decisions when I’m tired.  You’re always tired. Exactly.” which will be bolded in the fic.

Thanks to my MastaBeta @wheresthekillswitch for word checking and so much more!

This may be slightly spoilery if you haven’t seen the season 12 finale.  If you haven’t watched it, keep scrolling.


“I can’t believe that he’s been alive the whole time,” Dean says, walking into the bunker library.

You, Sam and Cas are sitting at the far table, books strewn about.  He hands you and Sam a fresh beer before sitting down next to you.

“And you really didn’t know?” Dean asks Cas.

“Didn’t know what?”

“That an angel blade can’t kill an arch angel,” Sam supplies.

“No I did not.”

Cas looks between Dean and Sam as they stare him down.

“So Gabriel’s just been alive and keeping to himself?”

“Well, I can’t say I blame him,” you blurt out.  The three men turn to you in surprise.  “What?  Gabe avoided some major drama.  He didn’t have to play middle man to Lucifer and Chuck or deal with Amara.  I think it was pretty smart.”

“Ok, Y/N’s acceptance of Gabriel’s behavior aside, we need to find him,” Sam says, giving you his signature Sam-face.

“He could definitely help us with the Lucifer, Nephilim, alternate dimension crap,” Dean continues.

“So, how do we find him?” you ask, looking to Cas.

“It will be difficult.  Gabriel is a master at staying hidden if he wants-” Cas starts.

Suddenly the four of you are standing in a dining hall.  Except Dean who’s sitting at the table nearest you, wearing a light pink dress.

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Jax Teller x Reader

Word Count: 1,921

Warnings: accusation of cheating, language, bar fight…I think that’s about it

Requested by @thevioletthourr: The Reader and Jax are together but she thinks he cheated on her (but it was a misunderstanding) and Gemma never liked the reader and always tells her she doesn’t deserve Jax so she has enough and leaves him and gets really drunk at some bar and a creepy guy starts molesting her but Jax comes in and his reaction etc. would be up to you (maybe the reader even gets injured during the fight just to throw a little more angst in there)

A/N: I hope you like it babe and shoutout to @mamapeterson for the beta and then also tagging my other Jax babes, @impalaimagining, @abaddonwithyall, @demondean-for-kingofhell

Originally posted by hunnamsource

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Time for a crossover redraw ! Lupin and Jigen in place of Daffy Duck and Porky Pig ! Inspired by @mrmeseekslookatmee.

Art by me, Shin Red Dear

Original art by Chuck Jones & Warner Bros.

Lupin III is property of Monkey Punch & TMS

The Alpha

Prompt: Please write something where the reader is a shape shifter and Hugh is sent on a mission to find her. Could you please add Kurt Wagner as well?

Characters: Wolverine x Wolf!Reader x (little bit Kurt Wagner)

Words: 900+

Originally posted by johnwatsonfalls

You felt a sharp pain in your stomach and turned your head to look, an arrow, you heard some men come running after you, hunters, you thought and quickly started running in the direction of the barn that you’d stayed at the past couple of weeks. You squeezed yourself through the hole in the barn door and felt that you would have to focus on everything else than the pain that the arrow was causing you. 

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Saudade (5)

Bucky x Reader

Summary: She’s willing to do anything to keep Bucky out of harm’s way, that’s why she’s so expendable, and expendability is dangerous.

Word Count: 2.1k+

Warnings: swearing, angst, violence

Russian words are in italics



Originally posted by snowtrooper

She’s always so damn cold.

Her memories were fading rapidly now. She couldn’t recall the last time she saw Bucky. Time was irrelevant now. She felt immune to the pain now. Yeah, it hurt still, but it wasn’t like it was before.

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“Everything’s Going To Be Just Fine “ - Brett Talbot and Scott McCall AU Imagine

Requested by @supercarricat - Hello lovely writer, I want to request an imagine (english isn’t my first language, so sorry for grammar mistakes): Can I request an Imagine where Y/N and Brett transfer to Beacon Hills High School and she sees Lydia flirting with him and gets jealous. And she confronts Brett an they fught? just fluffy happy end (with the happy end it can be as sad as you like in the middle. But please, happy end :D) Thank you very much 

Requested by Anon: Oooh. Could you please do a Scott imagine during S6 and the reader is a celestial kitsune and isn’t affected by the ghost riders? Maybe during the lacrosse game or something. Its up to you but mainly like, fight scenes?? Or when Theo comes back. Thank youuuuu

Word Count: 2,993

Warnings: reader being stabbed

Author’s note: Okay, because I was struggling to come up with something long enough to read for both of these two requests, I decided to put these two together. Especially since the person who sent in the Scott request didn’t specify if the reader was a love interest for Scott or not. I decided to have them be best friends and the reader is romantically involved with Brett. I hope y'all don’t mind with the changes I made for this imagine. Happy reading!

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

Originally posted by anything-and-everything-imagines

When my best friend, Scott, called to tell me The Ghost Riders were in Beacon Hills, I knew transferring to Beacon Hills High was the perfect solution. I’m not a werewolf like Scott and Liam, a werecoyote like Malia, or a banshee like Lydia. However, I am pretty savvy with a sword and know martial arts, the perks of being a celestial kitsune for 500 years.

When I explained to my boyfriend, Brett, why I was transferring schools, he didn’t like the idea at first. He knew Scott was a great True Alpha and had a pack that always seems to beat the impossible, but he refused to let me out of his sight. He transferred with me, as he is very protective when it comes to my safety. You’d think I would find it sweet, or even romantic, but lately it’s been annoying to have someone on your heels of every second of every day.

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Jason Todd: The Arrangement

A/N: Hopefully, this isn’t as bad as I think it is. It’s on Wattpad and now I’ve posted it on here.
Also a fem!reader, I usually try to keep them neutral but I couldn’t with this. My apologies.

Warnings: Language, implied sexual content.


An arrangement.
That’s all it was. That’s all it was supposed to be.
This ‘thing’ you had with Jason, it didn’t mean anything - it was just sex. Like how Roy and Kori had no strings attached, Jason and you did the same and it was great. It’d just happen sometimes and particularly after long missions or for stress relief because you both knew you needed it with everything that was going on in your chaotic lives.

How it started was somewhat blurry, you were all at the bar and had downed a couple of drinks when Roy and Kori ‘disappeared’ leaving Jason and you behind. This was fine, you were both good friends and would joke around often so the situation was never awkward.
It was a woman that came up to Jason, she was dressed in a slutty/sexy dress, the details are kind of fuzzy - she asked him home with her but he refused saying he didn’t want to leave you here alone. It’s a bar, it’s Gotham, it’s late, and you’re a female. Not a good combination at all and he’d be damned if he was going to just up and leave you for this woman.

“Are you fucking her or something?” The woman interrogated after Jason had told her no, you were outraged because simply inquiring if you were his girlfriend would’ve been nicer!
Jason, put an arm in front of you as you went to get up, you had a few and were more hot tempered he presumed, silently telling you he’s got this one.
“Look, I would never fuck her.” Jason responded, taking a glance to you before saying so. The woman smirked, and you were slightly offended - very offended because hey you’re right here.
“I mean I would, but it’d be sex or making love, I don’t know. I have too much respect for her to simply fuck her. You on the other hand… Now that’s a different story.” Jason explained further, you were honoured and the woman stormed off.

You walked back together after another drink, neither of you were 100% sober but you weren’t tipsy or drunk either so you were completely stable walking home.
By the time you’d got back you had forgotten to say thanks so you kissed him on the cheek and did just that. Jason stared at you for a moment, then his lips crashed into yours and you kissed back, this lead to you being pinned against the wall with your legs hung on his hips as he continued to kiss you.
“Are you sure you want to do this? Because you’re going to have to stop me now if you don’t want this to go further (y/n).” Jason kindly inquired once he’d briefly removed his attention from lavishing the sweet spot on your neck to hear your response.
“Yes I’m sure, it doesn’t have to mean anything.” You breathlessly replied, and so you both continued after he carried you to your room.

Thankfully, you were up first and your bed was empty when you awoke - as per usual you made yourself a drink and sat at the table when Jason walked out of his room.
“Jay, I had the weirdest dream last night - me and you…” You began, thinking that it might’ve actually been a dream since there was no evidence but upon seeing Jason so relaxed when he’d got up and sending you a confused look you guessed it happened. You slept with your friend last night.

“It wasn’t a dream was it?” Jason shook his head in reply whilst you laid your forehead on the table, closing your eyes and sighing.
“C'mon (y/n), I wasn’t that bad.” The man joked, attempting to lighten your mood.
“No you were great, the sex was exceptional.” You complimented calmly, Jason was smirking. Big time.
It went on from there, you found it benefitted you both.

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Dan x Reader - Abusive Relationship

Plot: Dan rescues you from an abusive boyfriend. 

I kept telling myself it would get better. Brett loved me, and I knew it I reminded myself. Look at the way he smiled when he saw me, I’m like his drug, I keep him happy…until I don’t and that smile fades. The smile turns to force, screaming, slaps and all the other horrible things. I tried to leave before but he’d tell me that he loved me, that this was his love. He pushed me, it turned to shoves then slaps, and worse of all, he’d force himself onto me. He starts to take off his boxers while I’m busy planning my escape, but I never escape. He kept pushing me, but I’m still here. I tell myself I’m not staying but I can’t leave. This is love, I tell myself. I love him and he loves me. I have to stay loyal to my boyfriend, and this is loyalty, or some sick twisted version of it. 

“Y/N!” The door slams shut. The 6’ stature man walks through the door. 
He looks like he’s had a bad day, good thing I made dinner. 
“Hey Brett, I made you dinner babe.“ I say stretching out the babe sweetly.
"Good.” He sits down and starts to eat. 
*beep* I look at my phone, it’s a message from Dan. 
“hey whatcha doing"  
I respond, "just at home, not doing anything”
“cool, i finished getting stuff from town. i’m super close to your place. i’m gonna stop by because i haven’t seen in forever.”
Oh no. Of course, this is the one time Dan decides to stop by. He wants to visit me because I haven’t seen him in awhile. Because of Brett. I love Dan to bits, but he can’t come right now. Brett’s here and who knows what might happen, if Dan gets hurt… I don’t know what I’d do. As fast I can I start typing to respond telling him I’m busy, before my phone is aggressively grabbed out of my hands.

“What? You don’t even ask me how my day was?” Brett snarled.
 Shoot, he’s right I quickly ask him scared of what might happen next. 
“How was your day?” I gulp, Brett’s been breathing down my neck all week, I can’t upset him.
“It’s too late now.” His hand hits my cheek. I wince the pain rushes through my face. 
“Who the heck are you texting anyway huh?!" My left cheek burns of pain, it’s pink from the reflection on the window. He raises his hand once again and now I know what’s going to happen next.
 "Stop!” I shriek to no effect. The hand hits my face once again this time on the other side, hard. 
“Who is this stupid Dan guy anyways huh?" 
"No one.” I spilt out feeling lightheaded. I could feel the blood rushing through my head and the throbbing pain began.
“Then why the heck are you texting him so much are you cheating on me? HUH?”
“No, baby you know that.” I say trying to calm him down. Tears stream down my face from pain or sadness, I can’t tell. Why the heck do I stay in this place? My face is burning from the two sharp slaps. I try blocking out all the shouts and insults, but everything is too loud.

“HEY ANSWER ME B***H. Why is he coming over here?!" I already start to feel everything already, the burns of skin hitting my body. It’s been 10 minutes now and I’m scared to be hit again, so I whimper, "I–I don’t kn–ow. Here, let me text him not to come." I try to grab my phone. Smash. Brett moves it from my reach smashes my iPhone screen angrily. It drops and sinks into the floor. Now it’s my turn. I fall to the ground from a punch aimed at– I don’t even know where anymore. Everything hurts too much to even focus. Then I get pushed up to the wall.  Brett’s strong hands hold me back whole forcibly kissing my face. My head hurts and my back is forcibly arched back in pain. "Now you’re going to get punished.” Brett deeply growls.
There’s a knock on the door, it’s Dan. Oh god, he can’t come in now and see me. The kiss deepens as I struggle to escape. 
“I’ll show him who you belong to.” Scott pauses and I cry “HELP!” I scream before getting punched again, this time I feel it near my ribs.
Dan walks in from the unlocked door seeing the punch, “Hey y/n, I heard shouting– WHAT THE HELL?” The brunette boy’s eye widen and then begin to fill with rage. His eyes see my battered face with Brett’s hands all over me. 
“What are you doing to her?!” Dan shouts trying to make him stop as rushes over to the wall where we are from the hallway.
“Shut up.” Brett’s grip tightens while I try to hold the tears back. I try to squirm but it gets me nowhere. “Shut you little b—h, stop f—–ng moving!” I see a horror in Dan’s eyes before I shoved back again.
“Hey get off of her!" Dan begins to clench his fist. "I said get off of her!”
Dan punches Scott straight in the neck.
“You little–” Brett stands up but Dan still towers over him by a few inches. Scott’s hand aims for Dan’s face.
“Dan!” I scream. I don’t wanting him to get into my mess. I can’t let him. I shriek holding my collapsed figure watching the two men over the counter. Dan ducks and the punch hits his chest. Before anything else happens, a fist hits Brett’s jaw and Dan kicks him on upper abdomen to make sure he’s out. His 6'2 body towers over the shrivel of Brett while my beaten figure is trembling in the corner. Dan begins to help me up while calling the police on his phone. While Brett’s attempting to clutch his ribcage, I look to see a grim Dan and his red fist. I grab onto Dan’s arm and he protectively holds me while he soothes the wounds on my ribs with gentle rubs. I begin to cry in his arms from either external pain or internal pain. I don’t know which, all I know is that it hurts. Everything hurts.
“Hey–shhhh…” Dan whispers slowly to me. “It’s okay, it’s okay now. It’s all over. I’m here and you’re safe.” I let out a sigh of relief and pleadingly look up.
“Are you sure?” I whimper while saying. He looks down at me with despair, trying to fake a grin to make me feel better.
“I promise y/n, nothing’s gonna hurt you anymore.” Dan says gently trying to calm me down while cradling me in his arms. The police come and arrest Brett. As they begin to take him away, I weep straight on Dan’s shoulder turning around to avoid seeing Brett. I couldn’t bare to look at him now.
“Is he gone?” I whisper shaking and griping tight to Dan’s hands.
“Yeah, he’s gone.” Dan says in a state of shock while still trying to calm be down by running his hands up and down my hair.
Dan looked at me in red eyes for a second in pain, as his face changed to expressionless and solemn with either disbelief, disgust or both. But he continued to hold me careful not to let go. He then hugs me tightly while rubbing circles on my back. Everything suddenly became lighter, a white light making everything become fainter before it was replaced by black.
“y/n! y/n, y/n you gotta stay awake. y/n…” I feel my shoulders being shaking but everything feels like its floating further and further away. I close my eyes as I see Dan’s rough figure, and see his mouth moving but even the yells are powerful enough. The rest of the night is blurred and detached from me, when I suddenly open my eyes to wake up in Dan’s living room. 

I open my eyes. I look at the roof and around to see I’m laying on Dan’s sofa in the lounge.
“Hey.” Dan says gently rubbing my shoulder. “How are you feeling? Did you get a good sleep?”
“Hi… What time is it?” I ask sleepily. I begin to sit up and feel soreness in my face.
“1AM.” Dan smiles sweetly at me while helping me up, “Are you in pain?” He looks down at me carefully with a look of worry.
“Yeah, my back is aching and my face hurts.” Dan looks concerned while putting a warm cloth to my face. “Here." 
"What happened to my body?” I say wincing in pain from my bruised face to my abdomen.
“Your face is bruised, your torso is sore and very fragile, there is a small fractured bone. For now it’s wrapped in tape to prevent any more fracturing. No permanent damages luckily.” He says with eyes looking sad. I see a wrapped fabric underneath my shirt.
“Did you stay up this whole time?” I ask curiosity, with a slight bit of sleepiness in my voice.
He nods his head.
“Oh I’m sorry Dan, you didn’t have to wait up." I feel bad for making him watch over me.
"Yes I did.” His voice deepens lovingly. “I had to take care of you.”
“Thank you.” I say grateful as I remember his somewhat ducked punch from Brett. I look at his violet flesh and red marked arm.
“Dan, your chest! The punch…”
“It’s fine, nothing compared to your injuries. It’s a bit tender but that’s all.” Dan responds while putting a pillow on my back to be more comfortable.
“I’m sorry for getting you into this mess.” I murmur as he looks up.
“No, no, y/n, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Was he seriously apologizing for something that was all my fault?
“Dan, stop it’s not your fault." 
"But I should’ve have noticed, there were so many signs and they just went past me.” Dan sinks his head into my neck while I flinch, he pulls back quickly, scared that he hurt me. 
“Dan, it’s my fault, it’s okay.”
“It’s not y/n! You can’t blame yourself. Nobody should ever treat you like that and hurt you.” He said in a serious tone, but I could hear how much he cared in his voice.
“I know.” Tears begin to stream down my face. All of my pent up sadness, stress, angriness and pain pours out. It felt good to have someone hold me. It felt good to let it out. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” I mutter many times before Dan shushes me.
“Shhhh, you have nothing to be sorry for y/n. Let it out it’s okay. I’m here.” I cry even more in Dan’s comfort.
“I’m stupid, I’m sorry.” I begin to weep into his arms and he cradles me, “y/n, please stop apologizing.”
“You’re not stupid. y/n you’re an amazing person and you’re so smart, and funny and beautiful.” He smiled at me sadly and wiped the tears of my cheek, careful not to hurt me. Dan knew exactly how to soothe me and relax me, gently resting his head side my cheek.
“You really think so?" 
"Yes and you deserve someone who loves you.” He whispers softly, delicately moving my hair behind my ear.
“I thought that was love.” I muttered out holding back my tears. It was tragically true, Brett somehow led to believe that this was what I deserved.
 He looked at me confused and then murmured a light “What?”
“I thought it was some twisted sense of loyalty. I thought love meant you might have to pay sometimes, but it’d be worth it because you get love in return.” I said telling Dan the words I knew so well, it was exactly what Brett told me and eventually I told myself that.
Dan had a look of sorrow in his eyes while I sniffled. His eyes were filled with regret and he gulped becoming choked up, before looking up at me with his beautiful eyes with a sad expression.
“Love is one of the few things in life that’s free.”
That was true. Now I finally knew it.

Both of our eyes began to tear up, I don’t know why. I wiped a tear from his smooth cheek and he lightly tucked a hair out of my face. Dan’s nose was now touching mine and I nodded my head for permission. He leaned in closer and gently placed his lips on mine. This kiss felt different from all the other ones. For the first time it meant something, I felt something. This one was genuine, this one was true, caring and kind. This kiss was what love truly stood for. I pulled away for a second and whispered 
“Dan. I love you.” I haven’t said those words and meant them in awhile, it was scary, but this time it was true.
 "I love you too y/n, so much.“ With both of our eyes watering, Dan kissed the top of my forehead, "I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again." 
He said with sincerity. "You’re safe now.” I cuddled into his arms as he gently wrapped them around me. His warm body clutching onto me and as I finally let myself breathe.
“I know, thank you so much.” I said with relief that I was finally safe with Dan. 

The Things She Carried

Part 8. In His Reality

Dean x Reader

Masterpost with all the parts

Summary: Dean meets a huntress. Well, he would define her a robot. At least until he gets to know her…

Word Count: 2100+

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Rowaelin Part 1: Training

I’ve been in the mood to write lately! This one will have three parts at least and I’m really excited! i’m trying to make my fics longer so, fingers crossed for the future! tell me if you like this length or if you want longer. Don’t forget feedback and more requests!

Summary: After EoS, Aelin and Rowan still aren’t and never have been together but they both want to be. One fateful day, they both go to the main square where Males and females await them, and lets just say, jealousy arises. 

“Go flirt, that’s why we came isn’t it?” Lysandra asked with a wink.

“No, we came here to train. Flirting was not what I signed up for.” Aelin and her friend had decided to go train in the public square that morning to seek out the best competition. They knew that no one had a chance against Aelin, but she wanted to see how long one could last against her. All the same, there were many desirable males in the square and not one failed to eye Aelin, and she knew too well that they were not checking out their competition, but a female whom they took a liking to.

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