heavy lamp

Road Rage//Scott McCall Imagine

Originally posted by fytwolf

Author: @celestial-writing

Warnings: Angst (what is new), some gory stuff if you don’t like that, fluff (mostly angst)

Paring: Scott McCall/Reader

Words: 3,185 (It’s long because I love angst)

Request: No

A/N: Hey guys! I’m so so so so so sorry that I haven’t posted! Life happened but here is the Scott fic I promised! It’s real and not a fake promise and sorry for posting so late but it was really the only time I could post! Just thank you to @dumbass-stilinski as always for supporting me and helping through a lot of shit! Also thank you @mf-despair-queen for helping me edit! This wouldn't be anywhere without you! 

Summary: Being Stiles Stilinski’s twin sister sucks when your brother is the most overprotective person you kow who has sworn off all dating for you. How is he going to react if he finds out about you and his best friend, Scott McCall’s four month relationship?


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The sound of little pebbles being pelted against your window woke you up slowly. You opened your eyes to see your phone lighting up in a message from Scott, which caused you to smile.

Scott ~ Hey babygirl, I’m here.

Scott~ Did you forget i’m coming over?

Scott ~ Hey, I may be pelting pebbles at your window

You opened the window to see a pebble flying towards. You dodged it before it could hit its unintentional target.

“Scott!” You whispered yelled.

“Sorry, (Y/N)!” He gave a sheepish smile and climbed up the tree like he always did when we met on nights like this.

“Hi baby.” He whispered and kissed you softly, his arms wrapping around your waist as you threaded your hand into his hair.

“Hi Scott…since you already woke me up from my beauty sleep, are you going to make up for it?” You smirked, pulling away slightly and he let out a soft laugh.

“You bet, princess.” He smirked, his hands slowly traveling down your back and grabbing your ass, squeezing it to make you let out a small moan. You grabbed the back of his neck and pressed your lips to his feverishly. You traced the seam of his lips with your tongue and he gladly opened. Your tongues battled for dominance as you slowly walked backwards, but you hit the back of your desk, causing the lamp sitting on the edge to fall off it.

You pulled away to see Scott’s shifted yellow eyes and took a breath of fear. You knew Stiles heard. It was a heavy ass lamp and it must’ve sounded like a broken window.

“He’s up..” Scott mumbled, his eyes slowly turning back into the beautiful chocolate brown you were accustomed to.

“Into my closet. Now..” You demanded, pushing your boyfriend into the closet and shut the door quickly behind him.

Stiles opened the door quickly with his bat in hand, wearing only his small Star Wars boxer briefs, ready to attack the non-existent intruders. He looked down to see the broken lamp and gave a sigh of relief, dropping his bat.

“Oh thank god. I thought someone broke in and you got kidnapped or something. I was ready to call Dad and Scott.” He said quickly and jumped over the bed to give you a hug.

“Yeah. It’s fine Stiles… I just woke up and I accidently hit the table and the damn lamp fell.” You lied to him, thanking to god he couldn’t see through your lies.

“You’re lucky dad isn’t here or the whole police squadron would have been here. Let me get a broom so we can clean this up.” He let go, giving a smile and went back to get a broom but a noise came out of the closet and Stiles poked his head back into the room, his whiskey colored eyes matching yours.

“What was that?” He asked suspicious, grabbing his bat for protection again.

You looked at him and gave him a cheeky smile. “Nothing Stiles, probably just Landon messing around in there.”

“O-okay.” He said questionably and left to get a broom. You opened the door to see a smirking Scott holding your black cat, cocking his head slightly.

“Scott! You almost got us caught again!” You whispered yelled at him.

“Maybe I want that to happen.” He looked at you, his gaze unwavering from your own.

“Do you remember what happened freshman year with-” You whispered, your arms crossing over each other until you got cut off.

“Yes. I remember…” He mumbled, his eyes downcasting to the floor.

“Just stay in here a little longer please…then we can cuddle and talk about lacrosse.” You pleaded, giving him your signature puppy dog eyes.

“Okay…” You gave him a kiss on the nose and shut the door before Stiles came in with a broom and dustpan.

“Cat?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah, he was messing with my shoes again.” You smiled and helped him the big pieces, throwing them away in the trash.

You finished after fifteen minutes of cleaning up. Stiles constantly looked at the closet door and you bit your lip, hoping Stiles didn’t think anything about it.

“Night (Y/N). Turn the light on when your going around your room next time.” He smiled, the comment joking and heading back to his room.

You loved Stiles. He was your twin brother and was always the person that was there for you but, some of the negatives of being Stiles Stilinski’s twin sister is that he is the most overprotective person you know. You don’t take it a bad way, but when you’re trying to have a good night with your boyfriend, it ruins the mood.

Fifteen minutes passed and you let Scott out of the closet. He let out a long sigh, giving you a longing look.

“Why don’t you want to tell him about us?” Scott whispered.

“We have been over this Scott.” You mumbled, getting into your bed.

“(Y/N), we have been dating for over four months. I’m done hiding from your brother. He’s my best friend, (Y/N).” He didn’t crawl in the bed and you looked at him with a pout.

“But you know what ha-”

“With Jackson at homecoming and then with the “date”. Yeah. That happened two years ago, freshman year and Stiles hit his Porsche with a cruiser. I know. He told me. He told me that no boy is allowed to date you until you’re 90 but I’m in love with you, (Y/N). I don’t care if Stiles gets mad at me and doesn’t want to talk to me…I want to be with you…” He looked like a lost puppy and slowly walked towards you.

“Scott…I’m not ready to tell him. Okay…just maybe soon…” You mumbled. “Can we just cuddle…?”

“Baby-”

“Scott, he will run you over with Roscoe. C-can we please just drop it, okay?” You let out a shaky breath and he took your hand, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand.

“Fine…let’s just go to sleep..” he pressed a soft kiss to your hair and your body relished in the feeling and he finally crawled into the bed, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling your body flush against his back.

“I love you so much, (Y/N).” He whispered in your ear and nestled his face into your neck.

“I love you too, Scott. I always will.” You mumbled back and fell into a dreamless sleep, the deep sounds coming from Scott’s chest lulling you into sleep.


The bed was cold and empty in the morning, void of him. He always left before Stiles got up, but of course that meant Scott left when you were asleep and it was awful. You hated hiding away but it was needed. Anytime you mentioned a boy you liked, Stiles would shut you down about it, investigate the kid and make some crazy theory that he was out to kill us.

Stiles never let you go out to parties unless it was Lydia’s and even then, he always made sure either he or Scott was by your side. No miniskirts, no crop tops, nothing revealing to get boys to hit on his baby sister (it was by two minutes, by the way). The only good thing was that you were always with Scott because Stiles trusted him. Lucky enough, you had the biggest crush on Scott and he had the same for you. It started with secret kisses in janitor closets, to hiding away for hours at Lydia’s parties, and now spending the night at your house. You wanted to tell Stiles. You wanted to be open, be able to hold hands, and call him your boyfriend, but you were just scared of the repercussions.

Your phone went off. You grabbed it to see the handsome face of Scott McCall holding a puppy at the shelter.

Scott ~ Morning baby, sorry I left earlier than normal. I heard your dad come in so I left.

Scott ~ Hey, I got something for you at school I need to tell you about.

Scott ~ I love you.

There was a small knock on your door so you couldn’t respond to Scott like you wanted to. Opening the door, there stood your dad, holding a small coffee in his hand with his kind smile.

“Hey kiddo. Stiles told me you broke your lamp last night.” He let out a low chuckle.

“He’s up already?” You rubbed your eyes, taking the coffee from his hand.

“No. Texted me last night.” You nodded and took a sip of the burning hot liquid that, just by the smell, woke you up.

“Yeah…sorry dad. I heard a bird hit my window and I accidently hit the lamp.” You mumbled, leaving the door open and putting down the coffee to find a shirt in your closet.

“Could that bird be named Scott McCall?” Your mouth dropped open and dropped the shirt in your hand. You looked back at him and shook your head sputtering.

“I-I don’t know what you mean dad…” you sputtered, your skin starting to turn hot.

“It’s okay…I won’t tell Stiles. I promise. Just be careful next time.” He shook his head, giving you a small smile.

“You knew?” You asked in bewilderment.

“Sweetheart, I am the sheriff. I know almost everything that goes around here.” He opened the door and was about to shut it until he pointed to the XL condoms he left on the desk.

“Also, don’t forget, there will be no little Stilinski’s and McCall’s running around.” Your dad shut the door and you grabbed the condoms, quickly hiding them away before letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.


Stiles knocked on the bathroom so loudly and profusely that you dropped the curling iron in your hand but luckily, you didn’t burn yourself.

“Stiles! What the hell do you need!” Grabbing the curling iron and putting it back on the counter and opening the door to see your brother with a pissed off look.

“It’s my time for the shower, (Y/N)! Y-what the fuck are you wearing?” He said, looking you up and down with disgust and you rolled your eyes. You’re wearing your shortest shorts that didn’t leave much to the imagination and a tight top with a low neckline.

“I’m wearing clothes, Stiles.” You shook your head and walked back to brush out your hair.

“No. You’re not walking out of the house like that. Go change.” He demanded, crossing his arms as he glared at my outfit.

“Stiles, you’re not dad, and he likes the outfit.” You pushed past him and sashayed to your room, grabbing the stuff you needed for school and left the house without a word from you. You knew Stiles was mad and that was exactly what you needed now.

Scott’s POV

Scott waited at your locker before school everyday. It kind of looked like he was waiting for Stiles, since your lockers were next to each other, so your cover was kept.

It was your idea to keep the relationship a secret and Scott, of course, went with it. He loved you so much and he never wanted you to feel uncomfortable doing anything. It was just awful when he could hear other guys talk about you, like you weren’t his…which technically, in their eyes, you weren’t. It hurt that he couldn’t hold your hand in public, and kiss you before class, and see you in the stands wearing his lacrosse jersey.

It was all Jackson’s fault for hurting you. It was Jackson’s fault for tricking you into a “date” and leaving you in the pouring rain, crying your eyes out. Stiles and him picked you up that night, and he remembered holding you in his arms and he never thought you looked more beautiful than at that moment in time. That was also the time Stiles swore off any guy ever being with his baby sister, and Stiles never forgot that promise.

Scott heard the small sounds of footsteps behind him, shaking him away from the small memory. He grinned slightly knowing it was you, hearing your steady heart beat that always calmed him. He looked behind him, but frowned seeing your sour expression.

“Hey (Y/N), what’s wrong?” He asked softly.

“I don’t know. How about you tell me how my dad knows we are dating?”As you opened up your locker angrily.  

He took a double take, shaking his head. “(Y/N), I-I have no idea. I have always been careful-”

“Well you clearly haven’t, Scott!” You looked at him and his head was staring at the ground.

“You know what? I try, but it’s goddamn hard when your own girlfriend doesn’t even want your own best friend knowing they are together. Or anyone for that matter!” He yelled at you and that made you step back from him. Turning, you slammed your locker and walked away, shaking your head and heading to class.

Scott was pissed at you. All he wanted was you and now he was going to get what he wanted and of course, he thought without thinking and ran right to the baby blue jeep owned by Stiles Stilinski.

“Stiles!” Scott yelled and a head popped out of the hood the jeep, hitting it in the process, which was also followed by a string of curses.

“Yeah, Scotty. What do you need?” Stiles asked, closing the hood and walking over to his best friend, who kept fidgeting with his hands. Scott shuffled in place, staring directly into his best friend’s eyes.

“I’m dating your sister. I have been for a while. I sneak through her window at night, we make out under the bleachers. Hell, I’ve fucked her into oblivion a few times! But she wanted to keep it a secret, which isn’t fair to me. To us. I want everyone to know I’m fucking your sister and that I’m so in love with her, it hurts!“ He stopped as quickly as he started, knowing what he did was a mistake. He closed his mouth and looked for Stiles expression but saw nothing but heard his heartbeat rise.

“I-I’ll talk to you later Scott…” Stiles grumbled and walked away into the school. He let out a frustrated groan and hit the car next to Stiles’, which put a large crater into it. The first bell rang and Scott reluctantly went to class, overthinking what he did. Stiles could be fine with it, he didn’t look that upset but, also, Stiles could just be waiting to get off school grounds to get enough wolfsbane to kill him.

(Y/N) POV

You looked for Scott during lunch, your anger subsiding from earlier and the feeling of guilt hitting you. You couldn’t find him anywhere and you kept sending him texts.

Baby ~ Scott? Where are you?

Baby ~ Scott? I’m sorry.

Baby ~ Please talk to me.

You went outside but to only be confronted by Scott sitting on the benches, staring at his bike. His knee was bouncing wildly as he was lost in thought.

“Scott? Hey, you okay?” You asked softly and he jumped as your touched his arm and he relaxed under your touch.

“Y-yeah…i’m fine.” He mumbled looking down like puppy who got yelled at.

“Hey, what happened?” You sat next to him, hooking your fingers under his chin and pulling it up to make him look into your eyes.

“I told him, (Y/N). I don’t know what got into me but I told him.” He looked down ashamed and felt my heart dropped.

“You told Stiles…what the fuck, Scott! You promised this would be a secret.” You got up slowly, hurt filling you that he went against your own wishes.

“I didn’t know what go into me, I was just so mad that you are so scared to be with me, scared of Stiles-” he rambled but you cut him off.

“I’m not scared of Stiles.” You said, crossing your arms.

“Yes you are! You hid our relationship for months, you even hid it from Lydia for a while because you were scared Stiles was going to find out from her! Your own best friend.” He looked at you and just felt so frustrated.

“That didn’t give you the right to go behind my back and tell him Scott.” You let out a breath to calm yourself from breaking down right there.

Scott didn’t say anything back to you as he just bouncing his knee and that made you even more mad. You got up from your spot and looked down at him, glaring at the boy who had just broke your heart.

“I can’t do this, Scott.” You mumbled. “I can’t be with someone I can’t trust.”

“(Y/N), no. Please don’t walk away. Don’t fucking walk away from me.” He said as you started to head towards your car.

The one thing you didn’t hear was the old Jeep start up and roll towards Scott as he entered the road.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry…please I lov-”

The blue jeep hit Scott at quite a fast pace, causing Scott to be thrown against the pavement and the Jeep to come to a stuttering halt. Scott let out a howl of pain, causing people around you to notice the scene of your brother running over your boyfriend. Scott started to bleed profusely, his skin turning red but also healing at the same time. You tried to move towards him but the pure shock took over you and it felt like your feet were stuck in cement. You finally felt like you were free and ran over to him quickly, grabbing his hand. Tears falling freely from your cheeks as you whimpered, seeing the damage.

“S-Scott…” you said frantically and he didn’t say anything back.

“Scott…wake up…please..” You heard the car door open and Stiles stepping out, walking up slowly behind you.

“(Y/N)..” he whispered softly, looking away from you and Scott.

“Call Dad, Stiles.” You looked at him brokenly, your heart breaking as your didn’t see your brother but more of a monster, as you slowly felt Scott wake up in your arms. You wiped your tears and caressed his hair.

“(Y-Y/N), you don’t know what he s-”

“I don’t give a fuck Stiles! You ran over you’re fucking best friend! Call dad…” you yelled and saw the pack come out of the high school.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know what was happening.” He whispered.

“Don’t talk to me Stiles…I hate you.” You looked at him numbly as Isaac quickly ran over to gently  grab Scott and help you get him in your car and race him to the hospital. You left Stiles in that parking lot, wallowing in the guilt that he had potentially just lost his best friend and little sister and wondering if he was not better than the Nogitsune that had possessed him months before.

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Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger; background Harry Potter x Pansy Parkinson

Setting: Canon-divergent, soul mate AU;  alternatively, the Running With Scissors AU

Word Count: 1,307

Written For: @dhrfaves [favorite side ship + favorite AU]



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Draco is sixteen when he wakes up to a searing, almost effervescent pain blistering across the inside of his right wrist.

He knows what it means—everyone does—and he switches on his bedside lamp with heavy limbs and a shuddering sigh. He has to count backwards from ten before he’s gathered enough courage to look down.

And what he sees—

He clenches his teeth to hold back a choked-off roar of frustration, molars grinding and enamel cracking, squeezes his eyes shut against the sickening lurch of dread knotted like a noose around his chest and his throat and his lungs—because his soul mate is a death trap. A death sentence. The world is falling apart, has been for months, and he’s already made his choice; he’s already picked his side, hedged his bets, put a price on his parents’ lives.

He doesn’t have room for this.

For her.

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The Blue Lamp is one of my very favorite songs. Blue Lamp was written about a blue lamp that my mother gave me when I first joined Fleetwood Mac. A very heavy leaded glass lamp that I carried on an airplane home with a friend of mine, she carried the base and I carried the shade, home to L.A. And we were really afraid it was going to get broken because it was this, you know, leaded glass lamp. They didn’t want us to take it on the plane cause it was too big. Well, we got it on the plane, by screaming and yelling and crying. So that is the lamp that I carried from my mother’s home. And it became and has remained my favorite possesion. It is the one thing that never changes. It is without a doubt the only light that shines through the shining night much of the time for me.
And the blue lamp was supposed to be on the cover of Bella Donna, the picture of the blue lamp. And I decided to change the cover so there are some very, very wonderful pictures of this group of women and this room and stuff around this blue lamp. So someday those pictures will come out and you’ll get to really see the blue lamp. Cause it really is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, it looks like a huge blue mushroom. And it’s a wonderful thing for my mom, too, because it’s all so real, even though it sounds like sort of a gothic fairy tale song, you know, it’s totally real, every line in it is real.“

The city– multi-pillared and bright with age– has been under construction since reconstruction. The heavy black lamp posts are new, yet have already encrusted with rust the acanthus leaf tops, a lace of erosion that has settled in its proper place. At night they cast orange glitter upon the asphalt, dotting the roads with tangerine gloom. They do the same when the sun fades into darkness for fifteen minutes at 1:35 pm every Thursday.

As for the tall, spindly figures that live just on the other side of the lamps to which you are looking, the orange of their eyes matches the lamps’ so closely you almost miss them. Perhaps they are the ones who make it so that the lamps cannot light the streets with more than twelve-foot spheres of visibility. Perhaps they are the ones that arrange the rust so delicately on the new metal of the street lamps, making them match the rest of the town.

Olivia and George Harrison, Ireland, 15 January 2000 (Photo: AP Photo)

(Warning: Some of the quotes contained herein - under a “read more” cut - include graphic descriptions of George and Olivia’s life and death struggle.)

“Around 3am on Thursday, December 30, 1999 an intruder named Michael Abram broke through the supposedly secure perimeter of Friar Park. When George surprised the trespasser, he began chanting ‘Hare Krishna’, a tactic that had the opposite of the desired effect, and the panicked Abram, armed with a kitchen knife, stabbed him. George continued struggling with him until Olivia tried to intervene, at first to no avail. Finally she grabbed a heavy table lamp.

‘I actually felt I may only get once chance so I better not miss,’ remembers Olivia. ‘It’s diabolical, really. George had told me the story about Krishna telling Arjuna, “Don’t aim at the sparrow, aim at the eye of the sparrow,” as your spiritual goal. Honestly, that went through my mind as well. (Laughs darkly) I don’t know how to say this, but don’t aim for his head, aim for the part in his hair. When you’re in a heightened state, you become so focused.’

Olivia, cut on her forehead and hands, hit Abram, disabling him long enough for the police to arrive and arrest him. ‘You should have heard the spooky things he was saying,’ the delusional Abram, who believed himself on a mission from God, would tell the police.

George was rushed to the hospital and, while in dire condition, he eventually stabilised. ‘I sent him a fax that morning at the hospital that said, “Aren’t you glad you married a Mexican?”’ recounts Tom Petty. ‘I meant it in the best possible way.’ Badly cut and his right lung partially collapsed, Harrison nonetheless recovered quickly.” - Mojo, November 2011

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“The attacker wasn’t a burglar and he certainly wasn’t auditioning for The Traveling Wilburys!” - George Harrison, 1999

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Katie Couric: “You took that lamp and walloped him over the head with it.”
Olivia Harrison: “Oh yes, I had to. George was coaching me, I have to say. And George was very brave and people don’t know that. Because he had already been injured and he had to jump up and bring him [the assailant] down to stop him from attacking me. You know, he saved my life, too.”
KC: “You saved each other’s lives.”
OH: “Yes, we did. And that was an interesting experience. Because, you know, not a lot of people get tested like that, thank God.” - Katie Couric interviews Olivia Harrison, aired 26 November 2002

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Last night (or very early this morning) a guest did this to one of our rooms. The bed is BURNED on two corners down to the mattress. The guest disarmed the smoke detector at some point too. They flipped the tv OFF of the dresser (no small feat… those things are heavy). Both lamps in the room are smashed, and the glass plate from the microwave was smashed in the sink. I’m pretty sure that the bathroom door was kicked several times… but not kicked IN. Thankfully. THIS SUCKS. A local guest from the area rented the room and now it’s in shambles. We can’t rent the room until the police find the guy so that he can’t say we set him up. There’s at LEAST $800 in damages in the room. This is why we can’t have nice things. I hate people.

Remedy Part 6

Where my demons hide

Part 1 - My heart will always remember you

Part 2 - Only a wish

Part 3 - To be what I hate

Part 4 - A change of fate

Part 5 - Was it love or just a dream?

Summary: (Y/N) realizes she is in love with Steve, but she knows it’s a love that could cost more than a broken heart if she doesn’t learn how to control her powers. For this reason, she decides to take Dr. Erskine’s job offer. 

Warnings: I’m not a biologist so maybe wrong terms -lol, Howard Stark

The next morning I sat in the back seat of the cab that drove me to the place Erskine had told me to be. All I had was a little card with the address leading me through Brooklyn’s neighbourhoods and a sentence on the back that made no sense to me at all. “Nothing is what it seems to be” I repeated the words again and again, but there seemed to be no solution to the riddle.

I nervously bit my lip while we drove past the alleys, diners and parking lots and I couldn’t find words that came near to describe how I felt. A mixture of excitement and scepticism if something or someone was really expecting me in this ordinary part of the city.

Just this morning I awoke from a deep sleep and Steve was gone, only leaving a little note that gave me his promise we would see each other soon. I noticed that I felt somehow different the moment I had opened my eyes and found myself on my own, thinking of a dream that I couldn’t ban from my mind.

My gloved hand moved to my head and my fingers carefully massaged my temple and I rested in a moment of silence between the sound of traffic and the rather loud humming of the car.

It was a dream- so real, the words he had spoken… telling me he loved me and then, when I woke up I knew I was in love with my best friend.

I knew it when I remembered the way he looked at me. The way I missed him in every minute and with every breath I took. Could I really feel like this? I closed my eyes and felt desperate far away from him.

He was my best friend and feelings like these were exactly what I had always been afraid of. I hid my feelings deep inside my heart. It was the warmth of a sweet hurtful love that I wasn’t allowed to feel, because I needed to protect him.

Someone like me would only hurt him sooner or later, I reminded myself and I still knew that I couldn’t stop the unfortunate love that made me feel like crying.

I would hurt him and Bucky because I was too dangerous.  I realized that my only hope was in the hand of Erskine… I had to learn how to control it.  

I stared outside the window, watching people walking on the street and I suddenly asked myself if maybe somewhere… there was someone like me. A mutant like me who tried to hide what separated him from all the others. Maybe it was the man with the newspaper in his hands, or the child in the arms of his mother.

I frowned as the cab suddenly stopped at a place I wouldn’t expect anything special at all.

“Sir, is this right?” I asked the driver and he lifted an eyebrow as he turned around on his seat. “This is the address Ma’am. Do you want me to drive you somewhere else?”

“No… no thanks“

Absent-minded I grabbed the money that I owed him for driving me to an ordinary antiques shop and I stepped out of the car. I had been here a few times before, never really paying attention to the dark shop with heavy curtains and shaded lamps.

Was Erskine kidding me, I asked myself and looked around. I searched for at least something that told me I was really supposed to be here. There were just kids playing on the street and this inconspicuous shop.

Nothing is what it seems to be

Suddenly I felt two heartbeats winding up a bit and I knew the persons they belonged to must have noticed me. I stood in front of the dark shop while I took a slow breath and saw in the corner of my eye two smoking men watching me closely.

Guards. Why should an ordinary antiques shop need guards?

I suspiciously narrowed my eyes at them and then pushed the door open to step into the house, deciding not to pay attention to them.

And I was hardly inside the dusty room full of antique furniture and old objects as an old lady with grey hair came out of the back of the shop. “Oh, the weather is really nothing today.” She said in a friendly way and I opened my mouth to reply something I would have said for usual, as I hesitated and remembered the awkward sentence on the back of the card Erskine had given me.

Suddenly it made sense. “Nothing is what it seems to be.” I finally said the code word, hoping I had said the right thing and licked my dry lips as she nodded once with a little smile.

“Dr. Erskine is already expecting you Miss (Y/L/N).” She said and seemed to press some sort of button behind her desk.

 I didn’t even wonder why she knew my name, though all this secrecy made me distrust everything in here. Nevertheless I decided to get further involved because it was already too late to turn back.

We stopped in front of a big bookshelf, but before I could ask the lady what we were doing here, it swung open and revealed a corridor full of people behind the secret door.

I stunned in surprise and I didn’t even notice the lady had already left me. I had never expected this shop was in truth a secret base.

The security man watched me as I took a step inside before the bookshelf closed automatically behind me. I saw a man with neatly combed black hair and a moustache, busily walking around the corner and he immediately stopped as he noticed me.

First he gave me such an awkward and surprised look that I felt like an intruder, but then he seemed to recognize me and he started to smirk, pointing one finger at me.

“Are you (Y/N)?” He asked and slowly started to walk towards me. He eyed me from head to toe, leaned his head to the side and I couldn’t ignore the feeling I had seen him before. “I already asked myself if you would ever come, but the doctor was so concerned-“ “Excuse me, do we know each other?” I lifted my chin, interrupting him and he gave me a small laughter as he stood in front of me.

“Oh, how rude of me.” He replied and cleared his throat. “Allow me to introduce myself. Howard Stark, one of the Strategic Scientific Reserve founders, inventor and pioneer in technological innovations and owner of Stark Industries.” I smiled with narrowed eyes and looked at his schmock face as I accepted the hand he was offering me and let him kiss it with a smirk on his lips. What a braggart.

“Oh, the Mr. Stark” I replied politely. So that was why I thought to know him. There were posters of him and his coming future-expo all over the city. A multi-millionaire and playboy; everyone knew he was the best engineer in the land.

“Please, call me Howard. It’s lovely to finally meet you after the doctor had told me so much about the talented person that will join our little project. I wonder which hidden secrets you have, to make him argue with the colonel about you.”  He said with a deep voice and he still would have held my hand if I hadn’t pulled it back.

“Well I hope he didn’t tell too much about me?” I asked not showing that I was slightly worried, but Stark chuckled.

“What he didn’t tell was how ravishing you are. Luckily you have found me Miss (Y/N). A charming young woman like you deserves special attention.“ He said with a playful wink and I showed him my most unimpressed amused smile. I lifted an eyebrow and forced myself not to roll my eyes. I didn´t want to get into his flirting, though he was really forward.

 “Thank you, but I think I don’t need a special treatment today” I answered in an arrogant tone and was contend as Stark pouted in amusement, hummed thoughtfully and laid his hand on my back to lead me down the corridor.

“Then not today, but don’t worry (Y/N). I will show you the way around and I can promise you one thing. You will be amazed by what you’re going to discover.”

We came into a large hall full of devices, blinking lights on machines and my mouth dropped. “Miss (Y/N), welcome to the SSR.” I looked down from where I stood with Stark and saw people in lab coats working around a strange machine in the middle. With Erskine between them, grinning as he noticed me.

“Look who decided to come!“ He yelled, placed his hands on his hips and a few people followed the direction he was looking at. I couldn’t help but smile back.

“It seems the priority of keeping this secret to the world wasn’t an understatement, doctor.” I took the stairs down until I finally stood in front of him and shook his hand. “As secret as a hidden base needs to be. I see you already got to know Mr. Stark.” He said and I lifted one corner of my lips towards Stark and then looked back to Erskine.

“So tell me doctor, what’s so special about Miss (Y/N) besides her talent to make a gentleman feel unneeded?” Howard asked and I huffed as Erskine started to smile.

“I’m convinced that her knowledge and ability will open a complete new perspective on the development of the serum. Her scientific contribution will be of great importance for the project Mr. Stark. She is the best in her subject.” We gave each other a meaningful look that only we two could understand.

Against my expectations, he didn’t tell anyone about what I was and I could pretend to be a normal person for a little longer. Not the mutant everyone would be afraid of. Someone with normal human instincts would be suspicious and afraid.

Some of these people in white lab coats were looking at me and I felt the distrust of a few against me. Only Erskine really knew me here and from what Stark had told me, he even risked problems to hire me.

“Miss (Y/L/N)?” Suddenly Erskine looked very serious. “I have to show you something” He told me with his thick German accent and my smile froze as I followed him upstairs again. Stark stayed behind, but his eyes followed me until I disappeared out of his view.

“You were right.” Erskine pushed the door open to a room that seemed to be his office and gave me a file. He crossed his arms and watched me as I opened it and gasped.

I frowned, looking at the picture of a man who I recognized immediately. “He’s the man on the street, the one-“ “Who’s death you saw… He’s dead.” Erskine completed my sentence and I turned around to see if someone was listening.

“I want to find out how you knew that.” He added and I gulped heavily.

*****

“This is fascinating!“ Erskine muttered under his breath whilst pressing his eyes on the eyepiece of the microscope in front of him.

I stared at the slim ampoule of the blood test he had taken from me and I folded my arms, waiting for his evaluation. “Miss (Y/L/N), your blood effects the cells in every way. It’s healing the tissue symbiotically and works at the same time aggressively destructive.”

He grabbed a pipette and let a drop of liquid fall between the two glasses. “Like a virus, nothing I have seen before. Not in my entire life.”

He turned at the little wheel to regulate the focus of the microscope and gasped again. “Fascinating” He repeated. “What does that mean? It doesn’t explain why I saw this man’s death.“ I said while I leaned at the table of his small office and saw nothing but a simple red drop of blood with my bare eyes.

“I must confess, I have not figured out yet how this is related with each other. But for now, come and take a look for yourself” Erskine simply replied and pointed at the microscope, inviting me to make my own opinion.

So I slowly walked around the table and looked through the oculars in curiosity, seeing something that was indeed fascinating.

I saw the unknown tissue and my own little white blood cells which seemed to be completely out of control and have a conflict between destroying and healing it. Like if they wanted to kill and keep it alive at the same time. It looked violent and definitely not normal.

“In my theory there is a way we can extract the positive effect for the serum so that the test person can survive the operation unscathed. Which wasn’t possible until I found the code to extreme fast cell reproduction in you.”

I hummed thoughtfully, paying full attention to his explanation as weird and complicated as it sounded.

 “According to that-“ He continued. “the virus will attack the object’s DNA as well as his whole genetic code and rewrite it. Mr. Stark’s Vita Rays will stimulate the growth in the body for a successful result. So his metabolism will be quicker than everyone else.”

 “You said we Dr. Erskine?” I asked him interested and saw him nodding in a good nature before I started to study some of his complex mathematic formulas.

“I hoped you could do more than just to be at our disposal for your blood.” “For example?”

“Be a part of the plot (Y/N), we could really use someone with your ability and knowledge in the SSR.” Erskine looked determined and I knew he didn’t make jokes, but we began to smile at the same time. “When do we start?” I finally asked as I looked up from the scientific notes on the desk. Erskine grinned.

“But who would sign up for this voluntarily?” I asked him and chuckled ironically when I found the drawing of two models of a human body between his notes. Most of them were written in German and I couldn’t understand it, but it was clear to me where Project Rebirth was going. One was small and normal and one was supposed to show the result after the operation. Truly a super human being.

“It would have to be a totally reckless person with no sense for danger at all. I assume he would die sooner than really accomplish what you are intending to do.” I said.

Erskine grabbed a piece of chalk and pointed it at me in excitement like he wanted to prove me something. “We both know what you are able to do and you saw which opportunity we have with the key to your DNA. Combine it with the serum and we can create the first super soldier in the world. You know it’s possible.”

He drew a quick sketch on the black board, showing two cells. Each one different, but in fact able to create something new together.  

“Didn´t it ever cross your mind to analyse your own blood before?” Erskine asked in wonder and ran a hand through his grey beard. He quickly made notes for my file.

“As weird as it sounds, but no. I did not regard it as absolutely necessary.” I answered calmly, plucking the hem of my long glove.

To my surprise Erskine put the pen down and started to laugh. “Not necessary?“ He repeated and coughed. “If I had been you I would have made numerous of experiments on myself already.”

I looked up and took a heavy breath, suddenly feeling anger boiling up inside me.

 Nobody would experiment on me, that was the deal. Nobody. “Seems I was too busy taking care of other people and save their lives. Safe them from death!” I said slowly and hostile, not breaking eye contact. I saw the worries in Erskine’s eyes and he raised his hands in excuse. “That was not what I meant.”

I was getting angry and I knew I was scary when I got angry. “I have enough experience to know what my actions can cause. You have seen it yourself” I said to him in a too loud voice- but this was my weak spot. My fear… where my demons were hiding.

“(Y/N), I know you would never want to hurt someone.” “I don’t?” I asked in outrage and took one step closer to him. What did he know? He knew nothing about me!

Erskine grabbed his forehead and I was shocked as I realized that I was the reason why he was in sudden pain. I stopped immediately with causing him a headache.

With big eyes and open mouth Erskine stared at me with excitement. “Was that you?” he asked and I panted. “I’m- I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to-“ My eyes nervously jumped up and down but he interrupted me.

“Can you do that again?” I gasped. “But-“ “Try it!” I was confused why he was so happy about the fact I could hurt him with only my will and I shook my head.

“No…” This was new and it was wrong. It was madness and it was the second time since I had met him that I was able to do something I had never done before.

“You are developing your powers” Erskine said, but I felt like the walls were coming closer and it became hard to breathe. “The man on the street… and now this. Telepathy in physical extension and you know what I think? This is just the beginning of what you could do. You are meant for something bigger (Y/N).“

“I don’t want to know what I could do more! I can’t control it Dr. Erskine. I’m leaving, you have my blood. I’m not a help to you anymore.”

 I couldn’t stay any longer. I grabbed my coat and stood up.

“You can learn to control it.” He said behind me and I hesitated with my hand on the door handle.

I breathed slowly and lowered my eyes. “How?” I asked with a shaky voice.

Erskine made a step towards me and his voice sounded soft and determined. “We’ll find a way” 

I bit my tongue and stared at the floor. “If you knew what I have done doctor, you wouldn’t trust me. I don’t even trust myself. Who has the right to decide whether to heal people or end a life?” As soon as the words escaped my lips I regretted them.

“End a life?” He repeated confused and I thought he had finally realized that I was a threat to everyone. I didn’t want to tell him that. That wasn’t the plan.

 “I was nine” I finally said with a dark voice and turned around to face him again. “When I killed my father.”

First Erskine showed no reaction, but then folded his hands in front of him and sighed deeply. “Aren’t you afraid?” I asked and it sounded more threatening than I wanted it to be. But I had to know if I could really trust him.

“How did that happen?” he replied carefully.

I didn’t even hesitate; I pulled off my black glove and showed him my arm. “This happened” I answered cold as ice and watched his eyes widening as he saw my arm which was covered with scary violet veins from my fingers to my elbow.

“May I?” He asked breathless and I nodded once as he took a loupe out of his cupboard. “I didn’t want to do it.“ I said and frowned a second later. Or did I? “They appeared out of nowhere and they stayed forever. Reminding me every day that I’m a murderer.”

His warm fingers carefully lifted my wrist and he looked at every inch of my arm as if it was fragile like glass. “Still want me in your team doc? Now that you know what a monster I really am?” I asked under my breath and I lowered my eyes.

“I have never been so sure about something.” Erskine looked at me with compassion and patted the back of my hand with a comforting smile. “It doesn’t matter who you used to be or what you have done. Important is who you decide to be.” He said with a low voice and I smiled in a sad way.  

“I believe you have a greater power in you than anybody could ever dream of. A power-“ Erskine made a pause and sighed as he shoved his glasses up his nose. “that is stronger than anything humanity has ever seen…”

Part 7 - Love is blindness

A/N: I know what you’re thinking… :D  Where the heck are Steve and Bucky?? Well to answer your question, not in this part but there are big big Bucky feels in the next part. He gets his orders and it’s going to be very sad because both the boys are in love with the reader…

Title: Rescue
Fandom: The Avenger: Age of Ultron
Character(s): Pietro and [civilian] Reader
Warning(s): None
Requested by:Anon-Love your writing!! Can you write a aou fanfic where the reader is a civilian and quicksilver saves her from Ultrons robots?
A/N: I hope you like it, sorry it’s so short.

When things started to go bad and robots started popping up everywhere, you decided to hide, that was more or less the thought most people would have, after all murderous robots popping up out of no where? Who-apart from the Avengers and two people none of you have heard of, up until now- wouldn’t want to hide from them?.

You had hidden in your closet, mainly because everywhere else would leave you out in the open and the robots would most definatley be able to find you and kill you, you didn’t fancy dying today, so the closet was the best place for you to hide.

It had been hours since the whole invasion started, you hadn’t known if it was safe to come out, there always some kind of explosion, yelling or close call with the robots, but you needed to get out of here, to get to your friends, if they were alive that is, you hoped that they were alive, other wise the thing you were going to do next was going to be a waste of time.

You pushed your closet door open, your bare feet touching the cold floor of your room, the coldness sent a jolt of shivers through your body, you closed the door as quietly as possible and grabbed the nearest thing closest to you for a weapon, which was a floor lamp, not one of the best things to use against killer robots it’ll do.

Well that’s what you hoped, you gripped the slightly heavy floor lamp in your hands and slowly crept your way through the house, stopping and looking around every time you heard a noise, you jumped behind a few walls whenever you saw a robot run passed, your heart was beating ten to the dozen.

The front door creaked open and you sucked in a deep breath, trying not to breathe, praying to whatever god there was, if there was a god that is, that the thing entering your home wasn’t a robot, you closed your eyes and opened them again quickly, you could hear the metal clanking against the floor and something metal scraping along the wall behind you. 

“Please just let that be someone with a metal arm and legs and not a robot” you whispered to yourself, your legs were shaking and you felt as if your heart was going to pump out of your chest as it moved closer to where you were, you slowly inched along the wall, the lamp raised in your hands, you quickly turned the corner and waked the robot around the head hard enough to give you chance to run out the house, after dropping the lamp obviously.

You stumbled out of your house and pressed your hand against the wall in front of you and quickly ran the opposite direction, when the robot behind you stumbled after you. 

You stopped dead in your tracks as two more robots walked your way, you backed up, your hands were out in  front of yourself, as if you were trying to keep them at bay, kept looking behind yourself at the robot that you hit around the head and back into a corner.

You had nothing to protect yourself with, their red beady eyes sent chills down your spine, you pressed your back against the wall, hands shaking, you weren’t a fighter, this was all new territory for you, you didn’t know anything about fighting, so you cowered in the corner, your hands were raised to your face and your eyes were closed. 

The feeling of them getting closer was unnerving, but you felt it, you heard it, you felt a metal hand firmly grasp your wrist and roughly jerk your hand away from your face, you cried out from the pain and the robot pulled you to your feet, not giving you enough chance to get your balance you nearly fell over.

The key were was nearly, someone’s strong arms wrapped around your waist, the robot that was stood up gripping your arm was now in pieces on the floor, it’s hand still wrapped firmly around your wrist “are you okay?” he asked putting you into more of a standing position.

“I-I’m fine” you stuttered in response, your breathing was uneven and you were red faced “good” he said, slowly prying the metal hand from your wrist, you looked passed him to see the other three robots laying on the floor, sparks flying from them and their hands twitching ever so slightly “h-how did you do that so fast?” you asked him.

“Fast is kind of my thing” he winked at you, you blushed a little “okay, i’m going to get you out of here and to the carriers” he told you, wrapping an arm under you knees and around your back you quickly wrapped your arms around his neck.

Before you could say anything he was off towards the carriers. For safety.

Dean/Cas fic: no salvation here (2k, nsfw)

post-9x17 fic: 2K, rough sex, pwp, nsfw

Inspired by one of dovahkiindean’s headcanon things; thusly, I am blaming her for all of this.

For my days pass away like smoke, and my bones burn like a furnace - Psalm 102:3

[AO3]

The Mark is a living thing on Dean’s arm, all heat and poison and teeth. It beats faster than his heart, throbbing when he’s trying to sleep, flaring up sharp and angry when he’s fighting, when he’s fucking, when Cas touches it, tracing his fingers over the rough, raised edges, digging his thumb into its scar-thick center.

“Don’t,” Dean hisses, his dick twitching in his jeans, a jolt of white-hot need zagging through him like lightning. He tries to pull his arm away, but Cas is still faster than him, still stronger.

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With excruciating gentleness, Cassandra manages to turn the page of her book without dropping it on Varric’s head. Not that he’d be likely to notice, she thinks. Not only is his head harder than a rock, it’s about as heavy, too. The lamp on their bedside table flickers, and Cassandra notices the barest blush of light dawning over the mountains. This is the calm before the storm, and Cassandra intends to enjoy every second of it. Particularly these moments when the world is still, and Varric’s cuddled in close to her, head pillowed on her shoulder. His limbs tangle around her much like the bedsheets tangle around them. A soft snuffle draws Cassandra’s attention from her book. With her other hand, she strokes Varric’s hair, absently winding it through her fingers. Unbound, his hair is soft, and fine. An odd juxtaposition with his face, which is roguish even in slumber. Laying her book aside, Cassandra memorizes Varric, the warmth of his body, the scrape of his stubble. The scars and furrows which mark them both. Every inch of him is unbearably precious to her, from the curve of his mouth when he smiles, his quick mind, and the loyal, loving heart he tries to disguise. There will be time enough for them, Cassandra resolves, wonders at how fiercely her heart burns. There will be time enough for them, if she must fight the Maker himself.

I’ve listed most of the titles of the books cuz I found them interesting

See Jane Run
Blood Red, Snow White
Move On
Cutting It!
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Contents Under Pressure
Voice-Over
The Dark Clue
Nothing Gold Can Sew
Stars Screaming
Busy Bodies
Along Came Romance
The Hook
The Savior
Belle
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Random Hearts
Shooting at Looks(?)
Kings of Many Castles
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The Good Guys Wear Black
Spy Hook
 A Lamp is Heavy
Evil Breeding
The Odd Job
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You hear a noise in the middle of the night

Harry

« Harry…Harry » You whispered to his ear, shaking his shoulder to wake him up. He moved a bit and groaned. « Harry ! ». « Mhhhhwhaaat ? What time is it ? » he asked with a raspy voice. « It doesn’t matter. I heard a noise downstairs… » You answer. He sat up in the bed, rubbed his eyes and took a look at the alarm. « 3 in the morning seriously Y/N ?! What could even make noise downstairs at 3am ?! » He said angrily. « Mhh let me think, burglars maybe ? ». He stared at you, thinking and his angry look turned into a worried one. There was another strange noise which made you both jump.  « Holy shit » he murmured. « You need to go to check if someone’s here Haz ». « What ?! Are you crazy or what ? I’m not going down there ! » He whispered-yelled. « Stop being a sissy, be a man ! » You retorted. « Me ? Being a sissy ?! You go if you’re so brave ! ». Silence. You were staring at each other straight in the eye, waiting for the other to do something. You finally gave up and suggested « Alright, we go together. ». Harry fainted a smile and answered « deal. ». You both got up and, clinging to each other’s arm, you went down the stairs and tip-toed to the living to…find your new kitten playing with the televison wire making it totter. You stayed a short moment to stare at the view, staggered before looking at each other. You both burst out laughing at the more than silly situation. « Oh God, we’re such chickens, babe » Harry stated, shaking his head.

Liam

You were peacefully sleeping in the flat you and Liam were sharing in London when something woke you up. You hardly opened your eyes and briefly glanced at the alarm clock. You grumbled inaudible things when you saw that it was 1am. But you suddenly stopped moving when you heard the sound of footsteps in your flat. Your heart was beating so fast in your chest. You were alone – Liam was in the US for the band’s tour – and someone had broken into your apartment. You were so scared you started trembling. You decided to get up and walked quickly to your bedroom door to lock yourself in the room before running back to your bed and hiding under your covers. « Shit, I’m too young to die » You whispered to yourself. All of a sudden, you heard a knock on the door and involuntarily let out a small cry of fear. « Babe ? » A voice said behind the door. « Baby is everything alright ? » it added, sounding worried. You got your head out of under the covers and said « Liam ?! ». You didn’t understand. He wasn’t supposed to be here, he had told you he would only be back a month later. « Yeah it’s me love, open the door ». You rushed to the door and opened it to face your confused boyfriend. He was gonna take you in his arms when you started hitting him on his torso. « You stupid idiot you scared the shit out of me ! I thought you were a housebreaker ! » You yelled. « I’m so sorry Y/N, I was supposed to come back in the afternoon but my flight got delayed… » he said, catching your wrists. « I didn’t mean to scare you babe. ». He hugged you tight, kissing the top of your head. You put your arms around him and hugged him back, slowly regaining your composure. « NEVER do that again Payne. »

Louis

« Y/N. Y/N wake up. » Louis gently shaked your shoulder. « Mhh… » was all you could answer as you were still half asleep. « I think there’s someone in the house. ». A bucket of ice water thrown on you would have had the same effect. You turned around to face him. He had his index in front of his mouth to make you understand that he wanted you to listen. And indeed, you heard some whisperings and also some gigglings. You frowned. Why would burglars laugh ? When you looked at Louis’ face, you saw that he was thinking about the same thing. You both got up, perfectly synchronized, and walked silently to the door. Louis opened it and you both went down the hallway towards the kitchen, where the noise was coming from. The light was on. « What are you doing Paige ? » a voice said. « I wanna see what’s in Louis Tomlinson’s fridge ! » the other one answered. Louis and you exchanged funny looks when you understood what was going on. Fans. You couldn’t believe it. Fans were currently looking what was in your fridge. « Is this really happening ? » You whispered to Louis. He didn’t answer, staring at the scene, and when you saw the look on his face, you understood why. He was furious. Louis loved his fans but he could get really angry when they crossed the lines. Before you could do anything, he was in the kitchen, yelling at the two girls. « What the fuck do you think you’re doing ?! Are you insane or what ? ». They had both jumped with surprise and were in shock. Louis didn’t let them the time to answer and kept yelling. « Your parents never told you that it was inappropriate to break into somebody’s house ? Seriously, this is going way too far ! You know what, I’m gonna call the police, this is just unacceptable ! ». That’s when you decided to walk into the room. The two teenage girls were petrified, not knowing what to do. « Lou calm down, please. » You said, putting a hand on his shoulder. « No I’m sorry, I can’t calm down ! I can’t tolerate that ! When I signed to be a part of the band, I didn’t signed for this ! This was not in the contract ! Those girls are fucking crazy, do you understand ? If 15 year-old girls can sneak into our house, it means that it’s really becoming dangerous ! ». You didn’t really know what to answer and let Louis go to the living room where he grabbed the phone and called the police. You stared at the fans for a moment. « We..we…we are so so so sorry… » One eventually managed to let out. « I’m sure you are but you need to understand that what you did was really serious. Your parents need to know what you’ve done and also where you are. Theyi’re probably worried, it’s.. » You glanced at the time on the oven, realizing you didn’t know what time it was. « It’s 2:33. Oh my God it is 2:33. » You exclaimed, throwing an annoyed look at them.

Louis came back two minutes later and the police arrived ten minutes after. They took the girls to the police station. Louis and you decided to not press charges against them. They’d been scared enough, you knew it wouldn’t happen again.

Niall

You and Niall were peacefully watching tv in your bed and were slowly starting to doze off when you heard a door creaking. You looked at Niall, whose head was slowly falling down on your shoulder. You gently hit him in the arm and he jumped. “What?” he exclaimed. “Shhh” you had put your hand on his mouth. “Listen.”. He did and his eyes opened wide when he heard foot steps walking around your house. “Who could it be? Nobody’s got the key, right?” He asked. “Nope.”. “Shit. What do we do ?” he asked. “I don’t know…”. He sighed. “Do you want me to go to check?”. “Niall, there’s no way you get out of this room.” you answered hastily. “So what, we wait?” he frowned. You nodded, clinging to him. He put an arm around your shoulder to reassure you. It took a little while before you heard another noise, but when you did, Niall got up. “What are you doing ?” You asked, panicked. “I’m going to see what’s happening in my house” he answered and before you could do or say anything, he had left the room. You waited, stressed out and hoped that it wasn’t anything serious. “HAAAA ! HOLY SHIT !”. You jumped on your feet, not considering the danger at all and ran outside the bedroom. You stopped when you heard people laughing. You knew those laughters too well. You walked into the living room to find your angry boyfriend yelling at his four band mates who were rolling on the floor laughing. “What the hell is going on here?” you asked a bit annoyed. “These idiots thought it would be funny to scare us.” explained Niall before yelling again “Jesus you are so stupid…Lads, if you don’t stop laughing, I swear I’m gonna bang your heads together.”. Finally managing to calm down, Liam said “Oh God you face was amazing !” and he started laughing again. Niall turned his face towards you, blasé. “I’m sorry you have to put up with these idiots princess.”

Zayn

BANG. “Shhhhhh”.

You opened your eyes, hearing Zayn groaning beside you. You sat up in the bed, rubbing your eyes and wondered what could have possibly woke you up. You and Zayn were the kind of person who were impossible to wake up, and even more in the middle of the night. You were about to go back to sleep, thinking that you had woken up because of a dream or a nightmare when you heard something coming from your flat. You shook Zayn’s shoulder. “Zayn wake up. Zayn !” You whispered-yelled. “What ?” he grumbled. “There’s someone in the house.” is all you said. It doesn’t take him long to be wide awake, sat beside you. “You sure ?” he frowned. You nodded and he got up, walking towards the door. “What are you doing ?”. “Well, I’m not staying in there if someone’s stealing my stuffs in my house.” he answered as if it was obvious. “But..what if he or they are armed ?”. “Don’t worry boo, I’ll be alright. Just stay here ok ?”. You don’t answer but watch him leave the room silently. You could feel your heart pound against your rib cage and your stomach was tied up in knots. You waited, as Zayn had just told you, but when you heard yellings, you ran outside the room to see what was going on. You were going to enter the kitchen, where the screams were coming from when you heard a thud, then Zayn screaming in pain. You caught the first thing that you could get your hands on, in other words, a lamp and ran into the room to see Zayn on the floor, his hands covering his bloodied nose. He was surrounded by two hooded men. You did the first thing that came to your mind and smashed the heavy lamp on one of the burglars head, making him fall to the ground, unconscious. The other man and you stared at him for a little while, both stunned. You were shocked by what you had just done and so was he. He looked at you and before you could do anything, he dropped his bag full of your and Zayn’s personal stuffs and ran away. You put down what remained of the lamp and knelt down beside Zayn. “Oh my God babe are you ok ?!” you asked, worried. “Well, I must admit I’m feeling a bit offended right now..I just got rescued by my girlfriend. That is really degrading.” He said. You laughed and hugged him tight before going to get him some wet cloth to clean the blood on his nose. “Ouch !” he whined when you touched it. “Sorry.. Do it yourself, I don’t want to hurt you. I’m gonna call the cops. One ran away, but I think I knocked this one down for a while.” you said, pointing out the man who was lying on the floor. “You’re such a badass Y/N” Zayn said, an amused smile on his face.

A/N : English is not my first language so if there’s any mistake, my bad :)