her face makes my heart melt

This Is War (Part 2 of Runaway Ballerina)

Pairing: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader, Castiel x sister!reader 

Warnings: Fluff, fluff and fluff

Summary: Chaos and war within the bunker between siblings.

Part 1

For those of who wanted a part 2 here you go!!! Hope you guys don’t mind that I tagged you in Part 2.  @sandlee44 @supdarling @queenpammy13 @evyiione @radstudenttravelerblr @straightasdeanwinchester @violinmyhead @xfanqirlinq @cozyjaws @meeshw777 @sassyspn67 @winchesters-favorite-girl @i-is-small-winchester @dauntless-dean @moose-and-sqruille-lover @galifreyanotaku @skeletoresinthebasement @babygoatsaf

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It’s late at night around 3:15 am and Cas is sitting in the bunker library reading some lure on witches to try and help Y/N get back to normal. He suddenly hears a chair next to him scrape the wood floors. He slowly looks to his right to see a tiny Y/N sitting on her calves with her dark brown hair all over the place with one of Dean t-shirts as pajamas, her eyes red and puffy.

“What’s wrong? Why are you not sleeping?” He ask.

“I has a bad dream. I don’t wanna sleep no more.”

“Why don’t you go to Sam or Dean’s room?”

“I don’t wanna wake them up, I usually went to my daddy’s bed bu-but he’s not here.” She says looking down. Cas face softens hearing this from her. “Castill” she says. Cas chuckles hearing her butcher his name. “Castiel.” He corrects. “Case.. cast…Castie.” She says frowning and Cas sits there smiling. “Can you take me for a drive?” She ask. “A drive?”

“When I can’t sleep my daddy takes me on a ride.”

“Well I don’t have a car.”

“We can take baby.”

“I don’t think Dean would like it if I took his car that he considers as an infant.”

“Well, Dean told me you’re baby in a trench coat and that you have wings like a fairy. So can you fly me someplace?” Cas frowns at this remembering the day at the diner. “I’m don’t think that’s a good idea Y/N.”

“Please Castie!” She begs. “I don’t wanna see anymore monsters in my dreams.” She whimpers. He looks down at her pouty face and sighs. “Only for a few minutes.” He gives in. She gasp reaching up for him. He picks her up and zaps them to a field. Cas sets her on his lap and they both look up at the stars. “How many stars do you think there are?” Cas ask pointing up.

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Godfather - Tyler Seguin

A/N: Hello! This wasn’t requested, but I saw the picture of Ty with baby Cracknell and I had to. Hope you like it. Big shoutout to @carey-pricemas for encouraging me to write it.

Word count: 1701

Warnings: nope.

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Originally posted by brosillustrated

Tyler prompts himself up on his healthy arm and rolls off of the couch, fast walking to the door. He hates the sling and how useless he feels, not being able to do pretty much anything but to scroll down social media and change the TV channels until he gets tired of not finding anything good to watch. He opens the door to find Adam and Tia standing on the outside with a light blue stroller.

“Allow me to not give a f…” Tyler cuts himself before swearing in front of the newborn baby. “About you two. Let me see her.”

Tia smiles, stepping aside so Tyler can look at the small bundle lying on the stroller. Adam had sent him a picture of his first daughter, but that doesn’t stop Tyler to be blown away by how beautiful Lynde is.

“She cannot be your daughter.” Tyler jokes, slapping Adam’s shoulder a couple times. “She is too beautiful to be yours.”

“I’ve thought that too.” Adam laughs. “But she swears that she is mine.”

Tyler cannot help it but to smile when Adam wraps his arm around Tia and gives her a little squeeze; he has always envied the relationship between his teammate and his wife.

“Where is (y/n)?” Tia asks, pushing the stroller inside the house and kneeling on the floor to greet the two overexcited labs jumping around to get attention.

“Working in her office upstairs.” Tyler says, taking control of the stroller and pushing it one handley through the hall and to the living room.

“Office?” Adam wonders, not remembering an office on Tyler’s new place.

“She didn’t want to move in with me because there wasn’t a space for her to work at, so I made a office for her.” Tyler shrugs, pushing his dogs away from the stroller where the baby is sleeping. “I’ll go get her.”

To be fair, that isn’t the only reason why you didn’t want to move with Tyler; you just aren’t ready yet to take that step yet. You are holding to your independence a little longer, giving Tyler dumb excuses of why you couldn’t move to his house; but since Tyler can’t even get dressed by himself you have decided to take care of him at his place and see how the coexistence is.

“I’ll go.” Adam says, turning around and walking towards the stairs before Tyler has the chance to stop him. “I want to see the so-called office.”

You are saving the file you have been working on for week when Adam knocks on the door and steps in, looking around the room. Tyler has done a nice job, painting the walls on a pale grey color and getting really simple furniture; a glass desk, a whole wall of bookshelves, a nice and comfortable chair for you to sit on and a small area with a couch and a coffee table.

“He did this?” Adam asks, walking to you and wrapping you into a hug.

“I was surprised too.” You answer, hugging him back.

“He really wants you to move here.” He tells you, stepping away from you and giving you a really meaningful look.

“I know.” You acknowledge, shutting the laptop screen and stretching your back. “But that’s an issue for another day, I want to meet her.”

Tyler and you didn’t go to the hospital when Lynde was born because of Tyler’s own surgery, but you had sent a huge bouquet of flowers and balloons for Tia and the baby.

“She is perfect.” Adam sounds so proud that it makes your heart flutter, walking side by side downstairs, where Tia and Tyler are sitting on the couch.

Tia is holding her baby on her arms, showing her to Tyler. He looks like he is seeing a piece of art, worshipping the little baby and caressing her tiny hand with one of his fingers. You and Adam are about to get to where they are when Adam stops you.

“(y/n), do you think that Tyler will agree to be her godfather?” Adam asks and you can’t help it but to give him a beaming smile, nodding fast.

“He will be the happiest and proudest godfather ever.” You say. “He is going to spoil her rotten, though.”

“Good, that’s why I chose him. A rich godfather is what she needs.” Adam jokes and you both laugh, resuming your walking.

“(y/n), can you help me take the sling off so I can hold her?” Tyler asks as soon as he sees you.

“Let me see her first, jeez.” You complain, walking around the couch and kneeling on the floor in front of Tia, looking at the baby.

Lynde is beautiful; she has quite a lot of dark hair for a newborn, her legs curled up and her hands into tiny fists.

“Wow guys, you have outdone yourselves.” You say, caressing the baby’s chubby cheek softly. You are about to ask Tia for how she feels when you hear Tyler whine.

You roll your eyes and get on your feet, working on Tyler’ sling carefully to not jerk with shoulder on accident. You let the sling loose, but you don’t take it all the way off of his body since you know that he will do a movement he is not supposed and mess up his shoulder even more that what is.

“Careful.” You warn him before Tia turns around on her spot and gently puts her baby on his arms.

Lynde opens her eyes the moment she is left on Tyler’s arms and you hold your breath, expecting her to start crying, but the baby looks at Tyler for a second and gives him a toothless smile, making your boyfriend’s heart melt.

“Guys, your daughter has just stolen my boyfriend from me.” You say and Adam and Tia laugh, looking at their daughter lying on Tyler’s heavily tattooed arms.

Tyler doesn’t say a word, he just looks at the baby like she is a pile of diamonds, making funny faces so she laughs. Lynde has his whole attention, so you decide to play host while your boyfriend falls in love with another woman.

“Can I get you guys something to drink or eat?” You wonder, looking at your guests.

Adam asks for a coffee and Tia for a glass of water, so you go to the kitchen and get that ready for them, not taking your eyes off your boyfriend’s back.

“Thanks, babe.” Tia says when you hand them their beverages, sitting on the floor between Cash and Marshall, that are looking at Tyler and the baby with curious eyes.

“Babe?” Adam asks and you and Tia laugh. “You don’t call me babe but you call (y/n) babe?” Adam sounds annoyed, but you can see through it, he is joking.

“I spend more time with her during the season than I do you.” Tia says and Adam brings his hand to his chest, looking horrified.

“Tyler, they are babes to each other and not us.” He says, but Tyler doesn’t hear him, he is extremely focused on the way Lynde has her tiny hand wrapped around one of his fingers. “We’ve lost him, girls.”

“Tyler, you know that we have to give her back?” You inquire and his head snaps right up, blushing slightly.

“Sorry, I spaced out.” He apologized, making all of you chuckle. “Do you want to hold her?” He asks you and you nod profusely, running to sit next to him on the couch and scooping the baby from his arms carefully so you don’t hurt neither of them.

You rock her between your arms, humming a random song you are making up as you go, watching Lynde as she yawns and her tiny eyes close slowly until she is fully asleep on your arms. Tyler’s hand is on your thigh, giving you small squeezes every now and then.

“Can we have one too?” He whispers and you smile, shaking your head.

“Someday.” You answer and he frowns a little. “We already have Cash and Marshall.”

“How many?” He whispers again, squeezing a little harder this time.

“How many do you want?” You answer with a question.

“At least three. Two boys and a girl. My princess.” He says and you can feel your heart fluttering inside your chest. “They all will play hockey.”

“If they want.” You add and he nods.

The conversation ends there and the four of you spend a couple hours chatting about the baby, playoffs and Tyler’s shoulder until Lynde gets a little fuzzy and Tia and Adam decide to call it a day and go back home. They pack up everything they have brought with them and we walk them to the car, helping them with all the stuff.

“Thank you for bringing her.” Tyler says, hugging Tia with his good arm.

“It’s our pleasure to bring her to see her godfather.” Adam says casually, shaking Tyler’s hand. It takes Tyler a little while to analyze his friend’s words.

“Godfather?” He repeats, his smile is so bright that he could compete against the Sun. “Do you want me to be her godfather?”

“We would love it, yeah.” Tia says.

Tyler walks to the car and leans over the carseat where Lynde is lying.

“Hello, princess.” He coos. “It’s your godfather, who is going to spoil you and love you so so much.”

Tyler is looking at his phone when you get in bed, getting your body under the covers. When you look at the screen you see pictures of giant teddy bears.

“I think that this bed would be a little crowded with that bear.” You say, wrapping your arms around his stomach and putting your head on his chest, carefully avoiding his right arm.

“It’s for Lynde.” He explains the obvious and you smile. “I’m getting her that and my jersey.”

“Of course you are.” You say, kissing a spot on his chest. “Get healthy soon.” You look at his through your lashes.

“I’m trying to.” He answers, putting his phone down and rubbing circles on the skin of your back.

“Good, because I’m going to need your help to move all my stuff here.”


Hi! Can i request for the OC to cook breakfast before Harry wakes up in the morning, but she wasnt expecting him when Harry suddenly backhugged her while she was cooking saying something like “Good morning, baby” the OC is a good cook, too!

Hii, thanks for your request. Sorry it took me so long, I hope you enjoy it though.xxx

When she woke up it was still early, the sunlight just barely shining through the curtains of Harry’s bedroom. She decided to stand up though. For once she wanted to be the one to make breakfast and spoil him with some pancakes and other good stuff.
His body was curled into hers, his head on her chest and his lips pressed to the top of her breast, the air they released tickling her soft skin.
She stroked his hair back, off his forehead and pressed her lips against his skin. She never quite understood those couples before, which were always kissing all over each other but now she did. It was almost a reflex to press her lips against parts of his body.
Carefully she moved away from him, almost whining when the warmth of him left her body. She made sure the blanket was covering his whole figure before pressing another kiss to his face and then silently tip toeing out of the room and making her way to his kitchen.
Y/N turned the radio on, getting all the ingredients for a nice breakfast and then getting started. She prepared pancakes, bacon and fried eggs. A small fruit salad with berries and apple pieces and fresh orange juice.
She was almost finished with everything when Harry came in. She didn’t acknowledge his presence before he wrapped his arms around her from behind. A soft squeal leaving her lips at the sudden contact. Harry tucked his face into her neck, breathing in her smell of shampoo, fresh laundry and his own perfume which for some reason made him feel all happy inside. His arms were tightly around her waist, pressing her back as close to his front as possible.
“Good morning, darling.” he whispered into her ear before pressing a kisses from her cheek down to her neck and over her shoulder.
“Good morning.” she repeated with a almost disappointed sound to her voice.
“What’s the matter?” he asked a bit concerned.
“Wanted to be ready with everything when you woke up. Maybe even bring it up in bed.” she sighed.
“Oh, my love” he chuckled.
Harry turned her around and engulfed her small figure in a tight embrace. He loved hugging her. Something about it made his heart beat faster and his stomach fill with butterflies. His arms were so tightly around her that his hands squeezed her sides and his face was squished into her neck.
He pulled back after a few moments and cupped her cheeks to make her look at him.
“It’s absolutely perfect, sweetheart.” he told her before he pressed his lips to hers in a gentle kiss.
She sighed and melted into him, her lips finding his again and again until the timer on her phone went off, signaling that the pancakes were ready.
She pushed him away softly, her hands slapping against his shoulders.
“Sit yourself down.” she grinned.
He watched how she put all the foot on two plates and put all of it on the table and then finally sat down in front of him.
“Wow.” Harry said as he eyes all the delicious things she prepared for him.
“Thank you very much, baby.”
“No need to thank me. You cook for me all the time, was long overdue that I made something for you.” she smiled at him and grabbed his hand which he placed on the table.
He squeezed his fingers with a loving smile on his lips before they both started eating.

“Goodness, love. That was the most delicious food I’ve ever eaten.” Harry sighed contently.
“You’re just saying that because you love me.” she teased him.
He caught her wrist before she could take his plate and made her sit down on his lap with her legs on either side of his.
“I do, yes. I love you very much.”
Somehow the atmosphere changed. The funny banter and easy chattering turned into deep stares and serious words.
“I don’t think I tell you enough but I do really love you. A lot. And the fact that you prepared all this just for me made me love you even more. If that’s possible.”
She stared into his eyes a few seconds more before she diverted her eyes to her lap.
“You’re gonna make me cry.”
Harry chuckled and wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly to his chest.
“M'sorry, love. Didn’t mean to make you cry.”
She pulled back after a bit, pressing her forehead against his.
“I love you too, you know. A lot. Like a lot, a lot.”
He smiled softly at her words and cupped her cheeks with both hands before pressing his lips against hers.
“How about we go back to bed now?” he asked with a sheepish smile on his lips.
“I’d love to, but there’s a lot of dirty dishes and-”
He interrupted her with another kiss.
“So you’re saying you prefer dirty dishes over a bit of time in bed with me? Maybe even a bit of naked time with me?”
Y/N laughed softly and shook her head.
“Of course not.”
“Well, good.”
He stood up with her still clinging to him, a surprised squeal leaving her lips. He carried her to his bedroom where they did exactly what he said.

Meet the [Bat]Family

A/N: This is the sequel to “You Never Told Them.” I actually really like how it turned out. I would like to point out that I also used some characters that I have never written before so be gentle if I got them wrong lol

Tagging: @jadedhillon, @olliecantlie, @sonofaidjit, @the-mermaid-diary, @annoyed-kitten11, @4evahevah, @piecestothepuzzles, @gobydana, @natasha-baggins, @jason-todd-trash

Jason quietly entered his apartment. He wasn’t surprised to find that Y/N was curled up in their bed. He got on his side and gently stroked the side of her face until she woke up.

“I know you said you don’t want to hear my voice or to see me right now, but I want to make things right. And in order to do that, I need you to get up and get ready and trust me.” Jason whispered as soon as her eyes opened. Y/N sat up and rubbed her face.

“What exactly do you have planned?” She asked in a slightly hoarse voice.

Jason’s heart melted at the sight of her. “It’s a surprise.” He said before kissing her cheek. “But you should be ready to meet some new people.” He knew that even though he wanted to surprise her, she wouldn’t be happy to show up anywhere looking like she had crawled out of bed.  He watched as she got up and got ready. “Thank you for trusting me. Even after what happened.”

“Well, I do love you and you are important to me so I figure I can this much.” Y/N said as she grabbed her purse.

“You won’t regret it.” He promised her as he led the way to their car. She got in and sat back as he drove them out of the city. She was a little surprised when they left the tall buildings behind, but she didn’t say anything. She sent him a questioning glance when he pulled into the drive of a large house. She was remained silent as they drove up the long driveway.

“Are you ready?” Jason asked as he parked the car.

“Ready for what?” Y/N asked. She had no idea what they were doing at this mansion. Almost a palace really. It was the biggest home Y/N had seen in her entire life.

“You’ll see.” Jason chuckled as he led her to the door. He knocked once and they were met by the man Y/N had met earlier.

“Miss Y/N. It is a pleasure to see you again so soon.” Alfred said as he welcomed them in. “The others are in the living room.”

“Others?” Y/N whispered to Jason as he led her down the hallway. He could tell she was nervous, so he wrapped an arm around her waist as they entered the room.

Y/N was almost overwhelmed by the sheer amount of people in the room. They all looked up when Jason and Y/N walked in. “Y/N, I would like you to meet my family.”

He pointed to a man with dark hair sitting in an armchair. “That is Bruce. He adopted me.” The man smiled at Y/N when she waved.

“That is Dick and the redhead sitting next to him is Barbara. Sometimes they date and sometimes they don’t. If I remember correctly, this is one of those off periods, right?” Jason pointed to a tan man with dark hair who stuck his tongue out when Jason mentioned the dating part. The redhead laughed and smacked his arm.

“Next is Timberly and his munchkin friend, Stephanie. She is the second spunkiest person I know.” Jason pointed to a young man also with dark hair. God, did everyone in his family have dark hair?

“Second? Who have you met that has more sass than me, Jaybae?” The blonde looked legitimately irritated at her imaginary slight.

“My girlfriend.” Jason smirked when Y/N rolled her eyes and nudged him. Snickers echoed through the room.

“That small one over there is Damian. He is literally the spawn of Satan.” Jason pointed to a boy who had found a spot on the floor next to his father. He glared at Jason, but sent a nod to Y/N.

Jason pointed next to a girl of obvious Asian descent. “This is Cass. She doesn’t speak much, but she has attitude so watch out. She’ll probably love you forever though.” Cass smiled widely and waved enthusiastically at Y/N. “The one with the bright ass hair next to her is Harper.” A girl with teal and purple hair saluted Y/N with a wink.

“And last, but not least. The only person in this family besides Alfred that I actually like, Duke.” Jason pointed to an African american teen sitting on the couch next to Cass.

“Pleased to meet you.” The boy greeted. Everyone in the room said various other greetings, some of them in different languages.

Y/N just smiled and greeted them back. She was a little overwhelmed with all the names and faces, but she couldn’t be happier to finally have met all of Jason’s family.

“Aren’t you forgetting someone?” A new voice said from the doorway. A woman who looked to be around Bruce’s age with close cropped dark hair was leaning against the wall. She hadn’t been there earlier and Y/N wasn’t sure just when she had come in.

“Oh, right.” Jason said with a gleam in his eyes. “Y/N, this is Selena. She’s our step mother.”

Bruce choked as Damian let out a loud “Father?” Y/N could hear the rest of the kids all laughing loudly.

“Sorry, Bruce. We couldn’t resist.” Jason chuckled.

The rest of the afternoon passed seamlessly. Y/N got to know his brothers and became really good friends with the girls. All too soon, Jason made their excuses so they could leave.

“Did you have fun?” He asked as they got into the car. Y/N leaned over and kissed his cheek.

“Yes,” She sighed happily. “I am sorry that I made such a big deal out of this.”

“No, I understand. Family is important to you.” Jason said, “And I want you to be a part of mine which means introducing you to my family.”

“You want me to be a part of your family?” Y/N asked quietly. They had talked before, but Jason had never said anything quite so serious about it.

Jason smiled and dug a box out of his pocket. “I was planning on making this special, but things don’t always go according to plan anyways. So, Y/N L/N, do you want to be a part of my family?”

Y/N smiled and nodded. She threw her arms around Jason’s neck and kissed him hard. She felt him smirk and kiss her back. All of a sudden they heard clapping and cheering. Y/N and Jason broke apart to find that his siblings were celebrating in front of his car.

“I’m never going to hear the end of this.” Jason groaned as he started the car and honked the horn. His siblings jumped and cartwheeled out of the way, squealing and laughing. “Welcome to the family, Y/N.”

Y/N smiled as she watched the house and it’s silly occupants disappear from sight. She looked over at her boyfriend. No, fiance, and felt her heart melt a bit. This was going to be a fun rest of her life.

Chase You Down (4)

Bucky x Reader

Based off of Chase You Down by RUNAGROUND

Summary: The infamous Brooklyn mob boss, Bucky Barnes, has a tendency of sleeping around and killing people on a short fuse. So what happens when a certain girl catches his eye and turns his already shitty world upside down?

BEFORE YOU READ: this is a semi-oc fic! You can still insert your name into the fic, that’s not changing. However, ‘you’, will have some characteristics that ‘you’ might not actually have in real time. It just fits the story better if I actually describe it instead of leaving holes in the story. Enjoy!

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), swearing, fluff, angst (grab a tissue box you’re going to need it)

Word Count: 2.7k+


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I love waking up to a warm bed side. Companionship is amazing and going to bed and waking up to the person you love most is an amazing feeling.

It’s been almost a week since the house incident and I haven’t let her out of my sight. I know I’m being paranoid, but I can’t help it. I’m scared for her. I’m worried what might happen to her if I take my eyes off her for too long. I can’t lose her.

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Political Animals-Part 6

This is an A/B/O AU.  You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running  for Mayor of New York City.  After a meeting where your mother’s advisors call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off.  You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.

The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink.  It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.

Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Alpha! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle

Big thanks to @moansmisha  for letting me use some of her ideas from this post.

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The minute Sam and I touched, it was though a switch flipped inside me. Everything around me seemed to fade away slightly in comparison to him.  His hands gripped my arms as he backed me against my closed door.

All I could think about was my need for him.  Our lips met in a clash of tongues and mouths as he kissed me until I had to pull away so I could breathe.  “Need you Alpha.” I whispered.

Sam’s eyes darkened as his hands tangled in my hair.  I leaned my head to the side, exposing my neck to him.  His scent was making my head spin.  We were so wrapped up in each other that neither of us seemed concerned with the fact we were practically have sex in the hallway where anyone could see.

“Unlock the door, Y/N.”  Sam demanded.

My hands were shaking as I tried to fit the key into the lock.  As soon as I had the door open, I tugged his hand and we spilled into my apartment. 

“Help me out of this damn dress!” I begged. I felt like if I didn’t get him inside me in the next 2 minutes I was going to jump out of my skin. He stood behind me, yanking the zipper down as my dress pooled in a puddle at my feet.  I turned and kicked the offending garment away.

Sam’s large hands cupped my ass as he ground his pants covered erection into me.  Free of the confining dress, clad in only my panties and bra, I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist.  My pussy began to throb with the need to be filled, and slick poured out of me. I bit back a moan. 

Sam reached out a long arm and cleared the top of the table off with one swipe of his hand.  Papers, brushes and other art supplies tumbled to the floor, and I heard the sound of glass breaking.  Even that didn’t pierce the haze of desire that was consuming me.  We weren’t even going to make it to the bedroom.

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I'm in love with that moment in the latest ep when Kara scrunched her face right before kissing Mon-El, dunno why, just in love w it

This precious moment right here??

I have so many feelings about it as well! Let me start by saying, bless Melissa and Chris’s acting choices because I feel like a lot of what makes these scenes so special are these little moments. I feel like Kara is just taken by a surge of affection. He just melted her heart and she can’t even hide it. And Kara is usually very expressive with her face. I feel like her reaction means “my boyfriend is the sweetest person ever and he admires me so much, it melts my heart!!” and also “I really am in love with you!”. And that’s so beautiful.  

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Opening your eyes you felt around trying to find the warmth that normally consumed you. Instead of finding him you felt the empty side. Letting out a sigh you decided to get up and get breakfast. When you walked into the kitchen the glint of something caught your eye.

Walking over you looked down to find Harry’s face on the cover. Actually you found three different covers. Picking them all up you made your way to the living room. You remember him talking about the photo shoot but didn’t know it was published yet. You opened all three to find them the same, so you took one and began looking through it.

The photos were beautiful. Harry was very photogenic, although he hated taking them. He wanted to be the one behind the camera. However after his friend Matt passed, he lost interest. It’s been a difficult time for him lately. Photography used to be an escape, but now it was a reminder of how short life is.

Flipping through the magazine it was hard to choose a favorite picture, until you came upon the one of him lying in the field in huge sweater with a huge smile on his face. This was the Harry you were used to seeing. The one who was happy and wouldn’t let anything get to him. It’d been a long time since you’d seen him like that. You began to ache. If only he’d feel like this every day. You don’t mean to sound selfish but you wanted your Harry back. Not the one who only pretended to be happy, but was really in pain.

The photographs were amazing, however they couldn’t compare to the interviews and letter from Gemma. The letter from Gemma was first. If you’d known what she’d written you would have tried to prepare yourself for it.

After reading Gemma’s letter you had to set the magazine down to not get tears on it. You couldn’t fathom why you were so emotional, she’d told you those stories many times. But for some reason seeing them written down for the world to see hit you a thousand times harder. Now the world would have a glimpse into the Harry anyone close to him knew.

When the tears finally stop you pick up the magazine to see what else it had in store. Harry’s interview with Paul McCartney. Even though they weren’t face to face you knew Harry was probably a little nervous. He’s a very confident person but every once in a while he was self conscious. Most of the time it didn’t have to deal with other people, but just how he felt about himself. It didn’t happen very often,  it when it did, it took a great deal of persuading to convince him otherwise.  On a few occasions you had to reassure him that he didn’t need to change in anyway. He always wanted to tone his stomach because the ‘pudge just wouldn’t go away.’ You were thankful he wasn’t a self conscious person because being one yourself, you knew no one should experience that feeling. The interview seemed like it went smoothly and you hoped it did for Harry’s sake. He looked up to Paul and it would have been a shame it something had gone wrong.

Harry’s interview with Chelsea Handler was next. You expected it to be an amazing interview, but you had no idea that it would end up being your favorite interview that he would ever do.

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A/N: This wasn’t requested, I’ve just had this idea in my head for so, so, so long and last night I started writing. I just feel like every one can relate to having put a label on them, idk. I may delete it again.

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The music was loud, actually giving me a rather unpleasant headache. I must admit, I didn’t really want to be at this party, but it was my first day back for months and I think my friends needed to see me make an effort.

Loads of people were here, half of them I didn’t even know, it had taken me an hour and a half to take pictures with people. I didn’t mind that, but I would just rather have been kicking it at home with Aaliyah watching Harry Potter or something.

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Mama Akane & her Smash Babiess

 *Please read this before reblogging. The woman in the photo is my
  original character. Please either tag her as Akane, oc, or do not tag
  her at all. Thank you! ***

[ Finally finished! Akane with her smash kids! I LOVE drawing all of them
  together it makes my heart melt because you can see the smile on Akane’s
  face. They just bring her so much joy & memories of her with the orphan children
  from back then. Plus makes her more moved to have a child of her own u w u .
  These boys… blessings all arounddd . No.1 mom here. Enjoy! Art / Akane © @aakane Ness / Lucas / Villager / Kirby / Toon link © Nintendo ♡ ]

cop car || dylan o'brien

word count: 3088

warnings: an amazing date that i’m high-key jealous of

prompt: based on this song

author’ note: i thought an imagine in dylan’s pov would be cute so i wrote this. this imagine has been posted before, but i am posting it again because my old blog was deleted.

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anonymous asked:

Please stop making me fall in love with the Host please and thank you (jk please never stop). I bet it would be difficult to hide a crush from him, as he would be like: "the moment (name) stepped into the room and saw the Host sitting at the table, their face flushed a few shades darker and their heart beat quickly" like good luck hiding it from him.

My primary objective is to make everyone love the Host as much as I do.

Here’s the Host narrating my thoughts the first time I watched Markiplier tv

“The viewer slams her hands to her mouth in shock, confusion melting away in favor of excitement as she recognises most of the characters on her tiny phone screen. She’s in art class so she can’t scream out loud but her eyes are noticeably wide and she still hasn’t moved her hands from her mouth. She can barely contain herself as the camera moves around the table.

One of the characters in particular catches her eye, black hair slicked back and a streak of gold faintly visibly through the dark locks. There’s a bandage around his eyes, pink with blood and he’s hunched tightly on himself, hands buried in his tan coat. She finds him aesthetically pleasing.”

If I Could Do It All Over Again

All Parts: {x}

Part: 7/?

Pairing: Hamliza

Inspiration: this drawing

Summary: After Alexander died, he realized the existence of reincarnation. While most didn’t believe in the possibility, Alexander was one of those special few who remembered everything in their past lives. Because of this, he spent almost all of his lives searching for his dear Eliza. As his lives went on, things began to seem hopeless, all until he runs into her one day in the most unexpected place.

Warning: unhealthy relationship, abusive tendencies, cussing

Word Count: 3,567

Dedication: @xfallingsnowx , I really enjoyed your insights!!

Tags: @bunny-yams , @ufo-pearl , @sullkid700 , @aswimmerlife , @nefarism , @mishaisakitten, @embershine0521, @tellchickfilaimqueer , @woahtherebuddyfriend , @gum-and-chips , @tinymugs , @waitwhat-24601 , @hell-yes-puns-and-ships , @jeffersonwiki , @burr-ito , @xfallingsnowx , @aswimmerlife , @bad-l-ands , @firejearthm ,  @cutebridge , @hamil-fandom , @pipindaae , @beafayette , @karmana-stevens-569 , @starfreckledlaurens , @thedisneyderp, @aleciamagic , @genericusernameblahblahblah

A/N: Tell me what you guys think! I really enjoyed the feedback from last chapter!

Eliza never expected Tench to be so intrusive. Only six years before, he was the nicest guy she’d met, and several people had said the same. Eliza didn’t know if she should’ve blamed his actions on them strictly being “fight or flight” or something else.

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My wizard love! (Tweethearts lin x reader)

{A/N: heyyyy!! So @pinetree111 suggested a disney tweethearts, and then i just lived the childhood dream through this! Enjoy!}

Shes never been to disney! What!!! Her face is everything i live for!
*photo of you smiling standing outside the disney park*

She is bouncing in line….the only ones as excited as her are 10….
*video of you bouncing up and down smiling*

He brought me to disney! He surprised me with mickey ears…
*photo of you and lin in mickey ears*

She started crying as soon as hogwarts castle was in view…she makes my heart melt
*photo of you teary eyed looking at hogwarts castle*

@lin_manuel shut up! I was 15 when it ended! 5 when it came out! i grew up in this world!

@Y/N love you badger girl

I am living my childhood…no words…just tears
*video of you getting your wand lin cheering you on*

I may be a slytherin but this Hufflepuff has stolen my heart…
*photo of you and lin in wizard robes, full house pride*

@lin_manuel has run around with me as i cried and sobbed in the harry potter world.

@Y/N i would do it every day if you smiled and laughed like you have today

@lin_manuel stahpppp 😳😳😳😳😳

She met her princess idol, warrior mulan!
*photo of you and mulan*

Yes she cried meeting peter pan, yes she cried meeting the mad hatter….yes…she cried meeting everyone!
*photo collage of you meeting the princesses and characters*

@lin_manuel has made the hurt child in me feel the joy she needed…i love him so much…
*photo of lin with mickey ears eating a churro*

@y/n if i have to take you to every childhood dream place to see you smile i will…

@lin_manuel bought me my wand…robes…and books….in the main hall he gave me his slytherin scarf…
*photo of you in lins slytherin scarf, him in your Hufflepuff scarf*

Move over ginny and harry, the new power couple is here
*photo of you and lin standing at the common room entrances*

She passed out as soon as we got inside the hotel room, i would find all seven horcruxes a million times to see her this happy every day
*photo of you passed out in bed, clutching a stuffed owl, lins scarf still around your neck*

Good night everyone! Find the witch to complete you, i did….and i would never want the feeling she gives to leave
*photo of you kissing lin outside the gates to disney, the sunset lighting you guys*

Did I win?

Bellamy x reader song image: lay my body down by ragn bone man. thx! 💕

Originally posted by yalica

I loved this, it turned out way longer then I thought.

I decided to make this a One shot where the grounders are training the Sky Crew and she goes from a shy innocent girl, to a kick ass, terrifying grounder and Bell is super impressed.

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Warning: This contains sex. If you are uncomfortable with this topic, please do not read this.

Masterlist linked in bio.

Something is different every time I come home.

It feels different, like the air surrounding the constraints of my house is building up an extreme amount of pressure around me. With every step I take I feel as if I’m being pushed back, and every step forward ends up a battle between my body and my heart.

There was a time where I believed this was because the hours of the day felt longer and I pushed my body past its limits. Coming home felt more like a chore for me, because my nights consisted of extra work at the office and a nearly one hour drive back home.

But the more I’ve tried to figure out why there was an uneasy feeling in my chest and a pit in my stomach whenever I walked past the front door, I’ve began to realize that it wasn’t the long hours or the agonizing drive back to town that made my home feel different.

It was Y/n. She’s different.

She isn’t here with me anymore. I often find myself feeling alone, resorting to bottles of wine or champaign to keep me off the brink of insanity. She used to always be with me, I can’t remember a time she wasn’t by my side. She was everywhere I turned, with her hand in mine, lips against my skin, her soft voice muttering the three words that consumed our relationship.

Those times when she was there for me, it was almost strange for us to not be together. We were a package, there was barely anything that was “I” anymore, it was always a “we.” And that was something that began to scared me. I was unappreciative of love, unappreciative of affection and the feeling a woman had given me. I was so immune to the euphoria it gave me that I had moved onto other things. I put my love life second.

She was never a first choice to me anymore. She was in the back of my mind, pushed far away from the life I was living. She could tell I was disconnected from the relationship we had, but she kept telling me she knew I loved her and that I was completely blinded by ignorance. She refused to leave until I told her I didn’t love her anymore.

I didn’t tell her that. I couldn’t.

It took me months for reality to hit—when I started feeling lonely and misplaced. I needed her, I needed what she had given me. It kept me sane, it kept me grounded. She gave me a set of direction, to know where to end up by the day’s end. Without her, there really is no start of a new day, or an end of a night. Every day is the same, and there was no sense of time.

Nothing moved without her.

I frown as I’m greeted with silence and complete emptiness. A place where I used to feel comfort and love has turned into a place that makes me feel anything but whole. It’s as if a part of me evaporates and every inch of me feels cold and numb.

If I were to just make her understand how wrong I’ve been, maybe the hurt in my heart and the squeezing in my chest would disappear. If she would to just greet me at the door, the way she always had upon my arrival, maybe the parts of me that died along with my relationship would begin to feel whole again.

But I never know what to say to her. I never know what to do. Because even though the both of us live in the same square feet, reaching out to her is as hard as ever. And it’s all because I never appreciated the times I was able to.

I slowly head to our bedroom, desperate to fight for the woman I had fallen in love with. I’ve waited too long to fix the pieces I’ve broken, and I’m convinced that if I were to waste another night with an empty side to the bed, I would completely break, too.

“Y/n?” I call, slowly opening our bedroom door.

“Y/n, baby, I really have to talk to y—“

I halt when I hear the voice of my love through the bathroom door. Her voice, the delicacy and sincerity of it, filling the increasingly deep spaces around us, almost patching up every crack between us.

"So tell me you’re strong, tell me you see. I need to hear it, can you promise me to keep your eyes open, my love”

My eyes flutter shut, resting my forehead upon the bathroom door, embracing the passion and beauty she always had within her.

To hear her, in such a way that I do now, brought me to a point of emotion I’d never experienced before. Every minute, every second I’ve spent without her is overwhelming me with utter guilt and sadness. She deserves better than me, so much better than me, yet she still hasn’t left me the way I left her.

I’ve always questioned it, why she hasn’t left me. She wouldn’t have had lost much, only the shadow of what once was my greatest and deepest love for her. She held on and never believed I’ve ever stopped loving her. She knew that in the end of all our conflicts, our love would conquer all. She knew that.

"So show me your fire, show me your heart. You know I’ll never let you fall apart if you keep your eyes open, my love”

In my moment of weakness, my shaking fingers grip the door knob to open the door. My love, Y/n, is the first thing I see. If not, the only thing I see. She’s lighting candles around the already filled bathtub, dimly illuminating the darkened bathroom.

Her head whips around when she hears the creek at the door, her once peaceful demeanor now uplifting into happiness when she looks at me.

"Harry!” She smiles softly, placing the lighter that was once held in her hands gently onto the edge of the bathtub. “I made you a bath. I know you’ve been working really hard lately. I taped the football game you missed last night, made the water extra hot, and have a towel out for you.”

I haven’t taken my eyes off of her yet, keeping my gaze right on her beautiful face, desperately hoping she can feel every bit of me craving every bit of her.

“And since you’re picky with the amount of bubbles you like in your bath, I left your favorite scented ones right by the shampoo. Lavender and kiwi.”

My heart melts as she speaks, her sweet consideration and thoughts for me making every inch of my body feel warm.

If there’s one thing about our relationship that has stayed the same through all this time, it’s her heart. It was always the most evident part to her. She genuinely cares and loves for me, always finding ways to make me happy and put me first. And even though I’ve given her nothing but hurt, she still cares for me the way she always had.

“Will you be joining me?” I ask, tilting my head slightly to the side as I look at her t-shirt covered body.

She picks up the lighter again, fiddling with the object between her digits. She presses her her lips crushing together in a straight line, hesitation evident in her lips.

“Oh, um—no. I have a lot of work to do and I’m assuming you want to be alone after yo—"

“Please” I whimper, my voice cracking, not giving a damn if I sound desperate and vulnerable.  

"I—I haven’t held you in a while.” I breathe out, my eyes fluttering shut, taking it everything in me to not run to her right now.

She bites her lip as she looks at me, as if searching for any trace of doubt in me. I need her, I need her back. I need to love her again, need to feel her love on me and feel her heart against mine. I won’t be able to live with myself if I break her away from me. If I don’t let her know how much I need her in this moment, she’ll never know, and she deserves to.

“O—okay. I can join you, then.” she blushes, fingers brushing her hair out of her face and behind her ear.

We both undress until we are both bare in front of each other. And it’s now that I’ve come to realize the beauty of what we are given; everything we are gifted with. I haven’t seen her in such a state in a while, it’s impossible for me to resist myself as my fingers glide against her sides.

“You’re so beautiful, angel” I whisper, pressing my lips against her neck, “such pretty baby.”

She hums, wrapping her arms around my waist as placing her head gently against my chest. I brush my fingers through her hair as I kiss the top of her head, embracing the feeling of her body against mine.

“You should go in before the water gets cold.” she giggles.

I chuckle slightly, maneuvering my body from hers before I step into the bath. The water stings at first, but I quickly get immune to the temperature against my skin. She follows my movements, stepping into the bath and sinking into the water.

Her back is against my chest, her arms laying on top of my legs. I smile softly before I dip my hand into the water and rub it onto her skin. She hisses at the burn, but relaxes once the heat begins to sooth her muscles. Once her skin is covered in water, I wrap my arms around her waist. I place my cheek upon her back, drawing hearts along her abdomen.

Holding her from behind, I begin to move my lips along her damp shoulder. I’m not kissing her, not yet, but exploring every inch of her body with my most loving features.

“Missed you.” I mumble, my lips now feathering light kisses where her shoulder meets her neck. “Been missing you so much.”

Her head lulls back onto my shoulder, a small whine leaving her lips as she grants me more access to her now chilled neck. I kiss along her throat, keeping each kiss on her skin for seconds at a time.

"I’m so sorry, baby” I mutter, “I love you, I always have.”

My throat tightens as a tear slowly falls down my cheek. I hear her suck in a small breath as my fingers brush her chest, over where her heart beats.

"Come closer to me, you’re so far away.”

And both figuratively and literally, I feel her coming closer to me than she ever has before. We were touching, all parts of us meeting again into a loving bliss, and my surrender on keeping her away from me has become a treasure.

I lean closely to her ear, placing my lips upon her skin. My fingers find their way to her clit, the pads of them making slow but pressured circles against it.

She shivers as she moans my name, but quickly recovers after I whisper a raspy "Turn around.”

She does so as slowly as possible. We both know this isn’t urgent intimacy, it’s a time for us to become one, to connect in ways we haven’t in months. It’s a time for our love to resurface to where it belongs.

She grabs my face between both of her hands, lowering her face so that our foreheads and noses are touching. She kisses me passionately, her thumbs rubbing along my flushed cheeks. I grab her hips, lifting her up so that she can sink down on me. We both leave the kiss to moan, our heads back for only the slightest moment before she puts her face against mine again.

She moves her hips slowly, occasionally grinding her hips against mine. My teeth clench together as she slides against me after a couple of moments. Her eyes glisten as she looks passionately into mine, biting her lip as she watches me moan under her pleasure.

She moans, her mouth remaining open as my hips move up to meet hers. I continue to pleasure her as I begin to kiss her again, tongue rubbing against hers and lips mushing together in the most delicate ways. I take my hands away from her hips to her hair, where the hair tie holds every piece out of her face. I let her hair down so that it flows below her shoulders. I admire it for a moment, but quickly gather her hair between the palm of my hand and fingers, almost as if her hair is up again, and pull her neck neck down. She whimpers from the pleasure, her breathing harsh as I suck on every inch of her neck. Her fingers scratch my shoulders, but it’s the feeling I’ve missed ever so dearly.

"I love you. So much. My everything.” I pound into her faster, one hand in her hair and the other on her hips, giving her my all, in the most gentle way I can muster.

“Your everything” she manages to breathe out.

I run my lips against her again, every part of her, from her collar bones to her shoulders, and from her shoulders to the crease of her under arms.

“I’m there” she groans, I’m close.”

She reaches out for my back, and once she does, she slides ever so closer to me. The new position drives the both of us wild, and every part of our will-power disappears even faster than before.

She holds onto me, squeezing me, just like she used to. And she’s closer to me now, closer than I could have ever wished for, and I could never love her more.

cause and effect thoughts

Last night’s episode was so good the best in a while. I’m so happy my Sav!Barry time remnant theory was pretty much spot on but the show kind of did a bad job at explaining it so I’ll probably link my theory. I was expecting a little bit more reactions from the team especially Iris but the whole point of the episode was to show how much she loves him and how he’s realizing his dark side is a part of him and it makes him a better hero and person. It made my heart hurt when Barry was willing to kill himself right then there in the beginning he’s willing take his own life if it meant that it would save her. Grant’s acting was so good he played 3 different Barrys and he made them so believable I love that he’s able to act off himself so well. Him playing Savitar and Our Barry reacting to him realizing what he could become without Iris and the team. There was a clear difference in the way Grant plays amnesia Barry and Our Barry. Our Barry is clearly emotionally damaged by his past and this stressful present you can see it in his eyes and his voice but amnesia Barry was so happy like a lost excited puppy in love, he was just so energetic and his tone of voice was higher because he was happy no wonder Iris wanted him to stay that way.

Candice did a fantastic job this episode she carried it so well and she was in it for 26 minutes which I don’t think that has happened in a long ass time. Barry had no memories Iris took charge and we got to see things from her perspective especially Barry. We’ve always known how Barry feels about Iris and of course she loves him too but it was from his perspective like he said he had everything he ever wanted because they’re finally together. This episode was pretty much the first time we’ve seen her side of her love for him and it was amazing to watch. They were falling in love all over again, it was so heartwarming to see them smiling and laughing as she was telling him their history it’s a side of them we haven’t seen in a while. This bitch had no memories and he was still waxing poetic to her and making my heart melt. My heart broke for her this episode because she just wants him to be happy he hasn’t been this happy since before his mom died and she was willing to sacrifice their history to keep him that happy. The look on her face when amnesia Barry was asking her if they started planning the wedding yet was heartbreaking because they haven’t even talked about it because they’re trying to save her but he doesn’t know that.

In conclusion, this episode continues the golden 21st episode of the season trend. It was needed in light of everything that’s going on. It showcased Grant’s acting skills, highlighted Grant and Candice’s incredible chemistry. Confirmed yet again that Iris is Barry’s lightning rod because she activated his speed and memories (again). It’s now canon that Iris and Barry have been in love for nearly 17 years (when will your OTP ever?).  More importantly this episode showed us that Barry and Iris deserve nothing but happiness. I really hope next season follows the trend of this episode and is a lighthearted season like season one because The Flash is supposed the more lighthearted one and it hasn’t felt like that in a while.

Manhattan Mistress part 1


Pairing: Bucky x reader, Steve x reader, Tony x reader and OC!Casey (daughter of Y/N and Tony)

Summary: It’s election season and things are about to get heated. Y/N Rogers, previously Y/N Stark, is the daughter of the late mob boss of Brooklyn. She took over when her father died and runs the streets with a firm hand, although no one knows it’s her pulling the strings. Money must roll, especially when it comes from her ex-husband Tony Stark. Tony secretly endorses Steve Rogers’ campaign, currently running for alderman and seemingly oblivious to what happens behind the scenes of his so-called happy marriage. But then Bucky, Y/N’s oldest friend, shows up to win her back and decides to stir things up a little.

Word count: 3.236

Warnings: the reader doesn’t shy away from foul language and talk of sex, murder and infidelity.

A/N: my fingers have been itching to write this story! It’s much, so much darker than what I usually write. Dedicated to my favourite mob AU writer @caplanbuckybarnes. Congratulations on the 1.3k followers! Enjoy sweetie!

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Lay a finger on them

(A/N): I love pietro man

Request: Can you write a imagine with Wanda where the reader is Wanda’s girlfriend and Pietro’s best friend but when her abusive ex-boyfriend came to the Avengers tower trying to force the reader to get back together with him and ends up being rough with her, the Maximoff twins gets pissed off at him and becomes protective of the reader?

Warnings: some swearing, abusive ex boyfriend, mentions of abuse and rape

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    (Y/N) hums softly as Wanda’s fingers cascade through their hair, untangling knots, smoothing the strands down. 

    “You don’t ever play with my hair,” Pietro grumbles from his seat on the couch, his fingers drumming against the glass table beside it. 

    “That’s because you could never sit still long enough for me to,” Wanda chuckles as she slowly begins to braid (Y/N)’s hair, being careful not to get the strands stuck in her rings.


    “Don’t even try to make excuses Pietro,” (Y/N) chuckles as Wanda leans down to press a kiss to their nose which in turn caused Pietro to groan in disgust. 

     "Could you two be any grosser?“ Pietro raked his hands down his face but the smile that was appearing on his lips betrayed his words. 

     "Oh Pietro,” Wanda states innocently as she goes back to playing with (Y/N)’s hair. “The gross things we do would horrify you," 

     "Oh my god! Stop! I don’t want to know!" 

     "Are you sure? The details sure are…juicy,”

    “Wanda no!” He nearly screeches, absolutely horrified by her choice of words. Wanda chuckles loudly, enough to send her into a fit of snorts which damn near makes (Y/N)’s heart melt. 

    “God I hate you two,” Pietro grumbles, obviously very disgruntled over Wanda and (Y/N)’s sex life. (Y/N) went to open their mouth to retaliate when the all too familiar voice of FRIDAY comes on from every speaker in the area.

     "(Y/N), there seems to be someone at the front desk for you, do you wish to come down or should I send them away?“ Both maximoffs look at (Y/N) with confused expressions, it wasn’t often one of the avengers got a visit. 

    "I’ll come down,” (Y/N) mimicks the maximoff’s expression, one of pure confusion before rising from their seat. “I’ll go see who’s here,” they mutter as they step over the pillow Pietro had thrown. “I shouldn’t be very long,” Both maximoff’s nod, watching as (Y/N) disappeared into the elevator. 

   (Y/N) sat in the cabin, biting their lip as the elevator made it’s descent to the first floor. The Avengers never socialized with anyone outside of their little team, they didn’t have the time to so it was a little confusing that (Y/N) would suddenly have some visitor to see them. 

   The elevator dings, alerting (Y/N) that they had reached the floor they wanted to before the door opened, showcasing Tony’s rather posh lobby. (Y/N) made their way out into the lobby, looking around a bit for whoever their ‘visitor’ could be when a sickly, low voice stopped them in their steps. 

   “Hello there Stranger,” The voice sneered, sending all sorts of unpleasant feelings through (Y/N)’s veins. Bile rises within their throat and the extreme urge to throw up was nearly overpowering. 

   “Get away,” Is all (Y/N) could manage, their voice quivering slightly as they do so. 

   “Oh come on,” There’s the sound of footsteps behind them, getting closer with each step, the sound resounding off the tiled floor. “Can’t an old friend drop by to say hi?” 

   “We’re not old friends,” (Y/N) manages through clenched teeth. “We were never friends, we were nothing,” The man finally steps into view, just as scary and intimidating the day (Y/N) left him.

   Years ago (Y/N) had been in a not so great relationship with a not so great man, the man now standing before them. He had been abusive, mentally, physically…sexually…and all together it had been an awful experience but (Y/N) had been to scared to leave, afraid of what that man would do to them if they did leave. So for years they stood by his side, tolerating all the shit he had to throw at them and never saying a word. It was until a certain pair of twins stepped into their life that it finally changed. 

    It had been a complete accident that they had intervened. (Y/N) had been at some shop with this man when he got angry and began to manhandle (Y/N), gripping them by their hair and yanking them forward to dangerously whisper in their ear all the horrible things he was going to do with them. Thank god the twins had been there to yank him away and tell him to fuck off because otherwise (Y/N) would have taken it, too scared to fight back. But Pietro had ripped him away from (Y/N) while Wanda come up to console the now scared shitless and sobbing (Y/N). 

   (Y/N) had tried to insist it was fine, despite the way they were sobbing but the twins were having none of that. They merely denied their every plea of innocence before demanding they come to the tower with them, just to get a little check up from Bruce to see that they were okay, what they found though clearly wasn’t okay. A few unhealed wounds, bruises, and during the other exams Bruce happened to discover some…other things. It was then decided that (Y/N) needed to stay in the tower for a bit, just to make sure they didn’t go crawling back to that monster. It was simple from then on, life was easy and calm, a stark contrast to (Y/N)’s past life. A small romance even blossomed between Wanda and (Y/N) and well- it only grew from there on. So now, with that god awful man before them, it did bring up a few bad memories to say the least. 

    At (Y/N)’s words the man seems to snap, his nasty smile falls, replaced by a sinister glare as he quite suddenly grabs (Y/N) by the throat. 

    “Don’t you dare fucking speak to me like that you little whore, You’re gonna show me some goddamn respect for once in your life,” The hand around (Y/N)’s throat tightened, making it impossible to scream for help so instead they resorted to clawing at his skin, hoping that he would let go. “I’m gonna tell you what we’re gonna do, you’re gonna come along with me, nice and slow so no one thinks anything of it and then I’m gonna take you home and beat your ass like the good ole days,” He gives an evil little smile, tightening his grip even further. 

    “They’re not going with you anywhere,” A sudden dark, nearly horrifying voice issued through the lobby, sending waves of terror through (Y/N)’s spine. “Drop them and leave or we won’t hesitate to tear you to shreds,” That voice was so familiar…so painstakingly familiar that it hurt. 

    “What the hell are you gonna do bitch? You ain’t nothin’ but a twig-” Oh my god. It was Wanda. Wanda had come to save them. Tears of relief flood down their face, knowing that they were about to be saved, knowing that within a few short moments they would be able to breathe again. There’s a dark chuckle from two separate voices but both scary in tone and then suddenly there’s a fast blur and (Y/N) is dropped to the ground, their ass hitting the tile so hard it hurt. 

    There’s an explosion of red, strong and powerful, and unlike they’d ever seen Wanda perform. And then there’s the sound of her screaming, a sound they’d never heard in their entire life and one they never wanted to hear again. It was feral and full of sheer brutality and something (Y/N) never thought to hear from such a small little thing but then within a blink of an eye it’s all over, the lights disappear, the screaming stops, and they’re left on the floor in pure terror and shock. 

   “Oh my god (Y/N),” Wanda whispers shakily as she drops to (Y/N)’s side, immediately encasing them in her arms. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” They merely whimper and curl around her, their sobs slowly starting to die down. 

    “H-He tried to take me away and h-he had his hand around m-my throat,” (Y/N) stops short as a sob overtakes their body, crippling them as it grows in intensity. 

   “It’s okay,” Wanda soothes as she runs her hand over their hair, “You’re okay,” 

   “We aren’t ever going to let him lay a finger on you,” Pietro whispers as well as he drops down beside the pair, wrapping his arms around his sister and bestfriend. 

   “We’d like to see him try,”