i hope your wrist is better :(

Kidnapped Starters

WARNING: possibly triggering content below!

Originally posted by empirefoxtv


“Hush now. If you scream too loud I may be forced to do something you’ll regret.”

“You are a pretty thing aren’t you?”

“Trust me. You were no crime of opportunity. I’m getting paid a lot of money to deliver you.”

“They say, 2/3 of kidnappings are performed by someone the victim knows. Want to take a guess as to who I am?”

“You are in no place to be making demands, missy/mister.”

“Say one more word, and I may be forced to cut out that sharp tongue of yours.”

“I am sorry about this. Guess you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Lucky me.”

“Are you ready to behave, or do you require more punishment?”

“You better behave. You won’t like me when I’m angry.”

“Every time you misbehave I add a tally. You don’t want to know what happens after.”

“Beg. Convince me why I should keep you alive.”

“Looks like your _______ came through with the ransom after all. However, I’ve grown rather fond of you. I think I’ll keep you.”

“I’ve always wanted a pet. I wonder what sounds you can make.”

“When you can control yourself the gag will be removed.”

“You were being so careful too. Next time you think someone is following you. They probably are.”

“And where do we think we’re going?”

“They say when you can’t see your other senses amplify. What do my touches feel like, pet?”

“If you behave maybe you’ll get your own bed at my feet.”


“P-please. I-I didn’t see your face. J-just let me go, and n-no one will know.”

“Help, please!”

“Who are you? Show yourself!”

“You think tying me to a chair and swinging a knife is enough to intimidate me?”

“How do you know my name?”

“Tying me to a bed. Very subtle.”

“Please. I-I have money.”

“Why? Why me?”

“Could you loosen the handcuffs? They’re chafing my wrists.”

“You better hope I don’t get out of here.”

“I’ll give you whatever you want. Just please let me go.”


“Please. I can’t feel my legs.”

“No, no more. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Is the gun supposed to scare me?”

911 / mr. lonely - peter parker x reader

fandom: the avengers/peter parker

word count: 1335

character pairing: tom holland’s peter parker x reader

warnings: none ion think

prompt: Hey dude I read that cuddling helps you sleep better, you wanna try it out? (taken from this prompt list)

notes: i watched spider-man yesterday and i busted a fat nut bc it was everything i expected and more. the fucking rubble scene fucked me up so bad omg. tom holland has been, is and always WILL be my unproblematic fave. anyways enjoy i’ve been gone for like a week. (again, gif isn’t mine. idk whose it is. props 2 them n stuff. u guys rock) UHHHHH ALSO i wrote these all in microsoft word instead of wattpad (lmao) so everything is capitalized now???? weird. 

Hey dude I read that cuddling helps you sleep better, you wanna try it out?


Sleep has never been a close friend of yours.

You often lay awake at night, staring at your ceiling until sun shone through your windows, and you were forced to get out of bed and start your day. Of course, the rest of the team wasn’t aware of your sleeping habits, until one day, you collapsed during training before even getting hit.

“I’m worried about you, kid,” Tony explained, sliding you a cup of coffee. “you might be a superhero, but you need sleep just as much as the rest of the world.” You raised an eyebrow as you took a sip of the bitter drink.

“I could say the same to you,” you drawled, placing your mug on it’s coaster. “I’m not sure what exactly it is you expect me to do, Tony. Try sleeping? Trust me, I’ve tried. I just… can’t.”

“Maybe you need a cuddle buddy,” Tony joked, placing his cup in the sink and leaning against the counter. “if you’re ever down for a bit of a cuddle, you know where to find me.”

“No thanks, old man,” you grinned at his glare. “I think what I need is a drug to knock me out for 8 hours.” Due to your enhancement, there was no over-the-counter drug that could bring you the sleep you desperately needed.

Tony snorted. “A horse tranquilizer, you mean?” you felt a lot better after flipping the bird to his back.

That night, you were preparing for another sleepless 8 hours when a knock on the door made you get out of bed earlier than you expected.

“Peter?” the last person you expected at your door was Peter Parker, yet there he was, standing in his pyjamas with a pillow in his hands. “What are you doing here? Is everything alright?”

He nodded quickly, and you caught the way his fingers tapped against his thighs nervously. “Yeah, yeah, everything’s cool,” he said easily. “Um, Mr. Stark mentioned that you’ve been having trouble sleeping?”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “He did?” Peter only nodded in response. “Well, I hope you’re here with a couple of lines of ketamine, because that’s probably my only cure at this point.” You laughed when Peter’s eyes widened. “I’m kidding. Relax. Come in.” He walked in, allowing you to close the door behind him. You walked ahead of him, taking a seat at the edge of your bed. “So what’s up?”

Peter cleared his throat, and took a seat next to you, holding his pillow to his chest. “Well, I read that cuddling helps you sleep better. Wanna try it out?” Your jaw dropped, and Peter began to panic. “W-Well- Uh, I only meant- Like, you know what? I’m just gonna-.”

“Wait!” you grabbed his wrist to stop him from leaving, pulling him back. “wait, uh. I think that might work, actually.” Truthfully, you had no faith in this plan and wherever Peter read this, was probably not a reliable source. But Peter was hot and you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t have the slightest of crushes on him.

Peter looked hopeful. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged and took his pillow from him. “wouldn’t hurt to try, right?” Peter’s heart was racing as he nodded, watching you place his pillow next to yours and climb into bed. “You coming?”

“H-Huh? Oh yeah, yeah, of course,” he said, walking over to the opposite side of the bed and climbing under the covers. He turned onto his side to face you, raising an eyebrow at your stiff figure. “Is this your first time cuddling someone?” You nodded bashfully, and he grinned. “Well, come closer, first of all.”

You shuffled closer to him, swallowing thickly. “Like this?”

He covered up his laughter with a cough, reaching over to take your hand. “Is this okay?” he asked, looping an arm over your waist and tugging your body closer to his, chests pressed together. He waited for you to nod and curl your hands up on his chest before continuing. “Relax,” he said, one of his hands coming up to brush the wisps of hair away from your face. “you know I’m not gonna hurt you.”

That wasn’t your issue. You knew Peter would never hurt you; he was too gentle of a soul for that. But you weren’t kidding when you told Peter this was your first time cuddling. You didn’t know how to do this- what if you messed up? Could you mess up? You weren’t sure how these things worked.

“I know,” you said quietly, feeling yourself relax against Peter’s body. “this is just-,”

“New?” He guessed. You nodded. “Don’t worry. Cuddling comes naturally. You’ll get it.”

And eventually, you did. You weren’t sure how long the two of you were lying there, just talking, but eventually, you’d stopped, feeling yourself become less and less cognitive and sleepier. This was a new sensation to you, seeing as you were actually ready to fall asleep before 7:00am. You remember pushing your face into the crook where Peter’s shoulder and neck met, letting out a content sigh. That’s how you fell asleep, you think, with Peter’s hand splayed across your back, breathing quietly into your hair.

So of course, you woke up half on top of him, one of your legs slotted between his. Peter had an arm around your waist, holding you steady atop of him. One of your arms was crossed over his chest, your thumb pressed to his cheek. This was the most peaceful state you’d been in, in a long time.

“Holy shit, he did it!”

Peter cracked open a bleary eye to see four of the earth’s mightiest heroes peaking their head through your bedroom door, which was hardly cracked open. His eyes shot open once he realized the position the two of you were in, glancing down at your sleeping body then back up at Tony, who had his eyes narrowed and teeth gritted.

“Fuck, he’s awake.”

“Hands to yourself, Parker.”

Sorry, Mr. Stark! Peter mouthed as you somehow managed to move closer onto Peter, nose brushing his neck. He remained helpless as you breathed slowly, obviously still asleep- so he thought.

“Are you guys seriously spying on them?” Peter could detect Steve’s voice and silently thanked the heavens for his sudden appearance. “Come on, let the kids sleep. They deserve it.” As Steve escorted everyone away, and re-closed the bedroom door, Peter relaxed, squeezing you lightly and resting his cheek on top of your head. He knew there was no way he was going to get back to sleep, but he was willing to lay there and hold you until you woke up, if that’s what you needed.

“Are they gone?” you hummed, your voice still scratchy from sleep. You stretched, arching your back as you yawned. “God, that was an invasion of privacy. Sorry for this, by the way. I’m kinda all over you.”

“I don’t- I don’t mind,” Peter stuttered, suddenly very aware of all the ways your body pressed against his. “Really. I’m glad you found a way to sleep.”

You propped yourself up on your elbow, staring down at Peter with a sort of fondness you couldn’t identify. He looked really good, for someone who just woke up. His hair was a fluffy mess that stuck up instead of combed to the side, and you couldn’t deny that he suited it. And you never really cared for brown eyes until you saw them on Peter’s face.

“Thanks, Parker,” you said, leaning down to press your lips to his cheek. “I appreciate it.” You rolled out of bed, and you could feel Peter’s eyes on you as you stretched. Holding back your laughter, you made your way to your washroom. “I’ll see you around.”

“Y-Yeah, no problem! Anytime,” he stuttered, watching the bathroom door close behind you. He touched his hand to his cheek, and grinned. “anytime.”

What's My Name

This is a continuation of “Don’t Call Me That”. Hope you like it! LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK


Originally posted by harryisart

The atmosphere in the little shower cubicle was almost suffocating, the sexual tension between you and Harry occupying most of the space and apparently consuming most of the air. He pressed himself even more close to you, if that was possible, his whole front flat against yours as you could feel his leaking cock against your thigh all wet and drippy almost as much as you were.

He leaned in his breath fanning against your ear as his hand brushed your hair off your face, the soft puffs of air from his mouth leaving goosebumps on your skin in their wake. 

“Why don't​ you go and lie down on your back on the bed for me darling? Alex has something to get before he joins you, okay?” 

He looks at you on a way that you understand what he said was not a suggestion or a question by any chance but an order. It was quite an occurrence in your relationship where Harry controlled the pace of your sexual encounters, being the more dominant one. 

You looked at him all doe eyes with your bottom lip tucked behind your teeth as you gave him a nod before walking off to do what he had asked of you. If there was one thing that turned you on more than Harry calling himself daddy, it was him referring to himself in third person when he’s in a dominant mood. 

He finds himself browsing through the array of silk ties he owned most of which you had bought for him on various special occasions, sometimes cos you just wanted to, when he walks into the closet. He can hear the rustling of the sheets signalling that you obeyed his orders were not in a defiant mood tonight which honestly​ made him quite happy because defiance means denying himself and you the pleasure of indulging in each others’ pleasure and he didn’t think he’d like that tonight. He is definitely not in the mood of forgoing the chance to pleasure himself and soaking in all the warmth and slickness your pretty cunt had to offer. He finally picks a red coloured silk tie before wrapping it around his four fingers as he walks back into the bedroom still completely naked, his cock now more erect than it had ever been and he’s bursting at the seams for an orgasm.

 “ Oh baby girl, you’re so ready for me aren’t you? All warm and wet? You’re soaking onto the sheets darling, I’d rather you soak my cock than anything.” 

You look at him with innocence in your eyes than he knows better than to believe, it’s deceiving. You give a meek nod, all cognition of words and sentences escaping your brain in this pleasure clouded state that Harry has you in. 

“Use your words darling. Don’t want to get punished tonight, do we?” 

“N-no Harry, please don’t.“ 

He sighed before grabbing your chin with his hand, “Now sweetheart, what did I ask you to call me? It’s not my name that you just used, is it?” 

“No it’s not.” 

“No what? Tell me my name.” 

“No.. no Al-Alex.” 

“Good girl. I knew you were my good girl. My best girl. Now I’m gonna tie this around your wrist okay? And I want you to behave. I’m not going to spank you or anything. Just going to tie you up, alright?” 

Knowing better than to just use your gestures this time, you give a nod before repeating an affirmation along with his “name”. He ties up your hands to the bed post giving it a quick tug to check their tightness and asking you if they hurt much, which you assure him they don’t. 

“Alex is gonna take care of you, okay? Gonna fuck yeh real good. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” 

He slowly slides his length up and down your slit collecting all the wetness that had pooled in the time that you had to wait for him to fuck you like you know he could. You sigh at the little jolts of pleasure coursing through your body, your hole already clenching all the possibilities of what could happen. He slowly thrusts into your pussy both of you sighing at the jolts of relief coursing through your bodies of finally attaining the feeling you’ve denied yourselves for a while. His hips move against yours in smooth calculated thrusts, your lower half arched off the mattress for him to reach deeper in you, the sounds of his skin slapping against yours along with his shafts sliding into your soaking hole filling the room.

 You feel his face pull back from the crook of your neck where he’s been sponging wet kisses and licking and sucking the taut skin all smooth and very inviting for him. His eyes are closed, lips slightly parted with brows furrowed together at the tight knot that it steadily growing in his stomach, causing the skin to clench and his thrusts to switch to a rhythm less pace. You press your lips to his berry red ones, tongue sliding against his bottom lip as his mouth encloses around yours moving a slow motion that opposed his hips, your teeth biting into his plush lower lip as he lets out a groan that could only be described as fucked out. 

“Oh my god.. Alex baby that feels so good. Just like that. You’re doing so well”, you moan when you feel his head nestled against your G-spot constantly stroking it in an unsteady pace. You could feel your stomach start to clench as your vision blackened, your back arching off the bed, chest meeting his front as your sensitive and puffed up nipples rub against his skin. His hand slide behind your back knowing you cannot keep up longer, the silk tie straining against your wrists that were tied to the bed post. 

“Christ yeh feel so good darling. All tight and warm for Alex, aren’t you? My best girl loves to please me so much.” His hand that isn’t wrapped around you reaches down for him to thumb at your clothes, breath stuttering as the high you would take some time starting coming closer and closer. He can feel your pussy clenching around his length, the tight fit bringing him closer to his edge. 

 "Gonna cum for me, aren’t you baby girl? Be a good girl and cum all over my cock. I know you can do it.“ His thumb increasing it’s swiping against your nub as you get closer and closer to the edge, your breath stuttering as you gasp for air, eyes closed bad your mouth open as moans are let out. The ties hurt against your wrist but you don’t feel a thing or at least don’t care in that moment as you can feel “Alex” release ropes of cum inside your tight cunt before falling against your chest, your back hitting the mattress again with a soft “thud”. 

The room feels suffocating as the smell of sex, his cologne and your shampoo cloud the atmosphere. Harry’s eyes are closed as his lets out soft puffs of air against your breasts, his arms wrapped tightly around your middle.

 "Harry?“ You tread the waters lightly testing to see if he’s out of the mood you had set for yourselves during the course of the evening. 

 "Yes, love?" 

"Can you untie me? My wrists hurt a little. I think I pulled too hard.”

 He lifts his head from your chest shuffling to remove the knots and tossing them aside before grabbing your wrists giving them soft kisses as his eyes bore into yours, the jade irises shining with love for you. 

“Can I ask you a question?” He utters with a glint in his eye that lets you know that it’s nowhere near innocent and is probably either a sexual innuendo or something filthy​. 

“Sure what is it?”

“Was this better than the wet dream you had of me?” He giggled at your wide eyed expression, clearly taken aback by his question. 



I hope you liked it! I had loads of fun writing it! Thank you to @oh-styles and @trulymadlysydney for being my vent buddies, love you both! Much love to all of you for the support you’ve shown me. Means the world,xx!

inkystrawberry  asked:

Hi! I, like everyone else, really enjoy your work and I know you take requests. I had a severe panic attack last night that resulted in seizures and black-outs, and now that I'm bed ridden, all I want is more of your writing! So long story short, could I request some Reddie? Anything you're in the mood for is fine, but I'd love to see some sappy make-out stuff, if you know what I mean by that?? I just love our boys sm. Thank you for your time ♡

I’m so sorry to hear that my love, I had a bad mental episode this morning and it sucks, I hope you feel better, I’m always here to chat!

They didn’t know how many hours had passed, but the sun was still shining, and they were still lying in the same spot that they had started in. Eddie could still smell the aftershave on Richie’s skin, on his wrists, that were so close to his cheek as he traced circles behind his ear. He sighed. 

“You okay?” Richie whispered into his hair, and Eddie looked up at him. Richie smiled, but had a tiny frown on his face. “You look serious.” He pointed out.

“Should we…should we tell the others?” Eddie asked nervously, looking all over Richie’s face, taking in every detail. His deep brown eyes, the freckles scattered over his nose, his full, pink lips. Everything. “I feel like we should.”

“We don’t if you don’t want to.” Richie said, stroking some stray hairs from Eddie’s forehead.

“I do, I think. I just don’t know how.” He looked down at their intertwined legs. He was surprised he hadn’t gotten cramp yet, they hadn’t moved in so long. 

“Well, is there someone you want to tell first?” Richie asked. 

“Bill, maybe.” Eddie said, thinking that Bill would be the easiest to tell. They were all best friends, Bill would understand. But so would the others. Eddie sighed and shoved his face into the pillow beside him. Richie chuckled.

“Hey, it’s not a big deal.”

“It is!” Eddie whined. “I didn’t think I’d have to come out to anybody, but now I have to come out and tell everyone I have a boyfriend?” 

“I could just kiss you in front of them. That would do the trick.” Eddie groaned and looked up.

“I’m serious.”

“So am I. You wouldn’t have to do any talking, just be comfortable enough to kiss me in public.” Eddie smiled and rubbed his nose against Richie’s.

“I am.” He said softly. “Who do you want to tell first?”

“Beverly.” Richie said without hesitation. “She probably already knows but…I want her to hear it from me.”

“That sounds good. So, Bill and Bev first? Then…Stan? What would he think?”

“Stan the Man has been rooting for us since 6th grade, he’ll take it fine.” Richie said and Eddie snorted.

“He has not.”

“Has too!” Richie said, cuddling close to his boyfriend and nestling his face in his neck, giving him small kisses and making Eddie bite his lip. “He’s been saying you could cut the sexual tension with a knife.”

“Stanley’s too pure to say that.” Eddie said, closing his eyes and focusing on Richie’s lips.

“Trust me, he isn’t.” Richie chuckled, and moved away, earning a whine from his small boyfriend, and pressed a kiss to Eddie’s cheek. “We can tell whoever you want. On their own or as a group. I’ll do whatever you wanna do.”

“Don’t make me take the lead on this.” Eddie said, nudging Richie’s shoulder. Richie smirked.

“True, you do prefer it when I take control.” Eddie rolled his eyes and let out a deep sigh as Richie scrunched his face up and laughed. 

“You’re an asshole.” Eddie muttered, only to smile as Richie wrapped his arms around him and pressed their lips together. It was a slow kiss, but it was passionate and it meant so much to both of them. Eddie moaned into Richie’s mouth and stroked his fingers through his messy hair. Richie was the one to finally pull away, and Eddie pouted at him. 

“I’ll never get used to that.” Richie breathed. 

“Used to what?”

“You.” Eddie was practically glowing. 

“You’re a real sap sometimes, Richard.” Richie shrugged.

“I have my moments.” He quickly kissed Eddie again and then snuggled into the crook of his neck. “Now can we go back to sleeping before we tell our friends we’re boning?”

“Don’t call it that, ever.” Eddie warned.

“I thought it was romantic?”

“It really wasn’t.”

“Is banging better?”


“What about knockin’ boots?”


“Okay, okay.” Richie reached out for Eddie’s neck and stroked his thumb over the exposed skin. “I’ll just tell them I’m tappin’ your ass, that sounds more appropriate.”

Eddie flicked his ear, and even when Richie whined and cuddled closer to him to apologise, peppering kisses over his face to annoy him, he still grinned like an idiot.

MCU Civil War Fic Recs | Stony Edition

FINALLY i’ve decided to post my first fic rec list. Caught up with my feels after watching CA:CW. THE PAIN, THE ANGST, THE HEARTBREAK </3 Anyway I’ve been reading lots of MCU Post-Civil War fics and I thought it’s time for me to contribute to our lovely fandom. Here are some of my favorites to share with y’all. Don’t be shy, feel free to share any fic recs with me (●♡∀♡) I’d love to read more!

last updated 17/7/2017.

new fics added on top :) will be updated from time to time if there are new recs.

Tony gets the phone, but he never uses it and he never intends to. Or, he doesn’t until Steve starts texting him, asking strange questions about medication and mental health, which is when Tony gets worried.

(A texting fix-it that grew beyond all proportion. Deals with depression and anxiety quite a lot. There is even some plot in there somewhere.)

Tony and Steve fall through a portal just after defeating Thanos and his army. Stranded in another dimension, the two have to finally face what happened—and what could have been.

“Tony is missing.”

Steve hears the words over Natasha and Clint’s bickering, over Sam’s snorts, over the erratic beat of his heart.

The Avengers are in the aftermath of the Civil War, trying to keep their heads above water when an unexpected portal opens up and drops a few familiar faces on their doorstep for the upcoming battles.

Never let it be said that fate doesn’t have a sense of humor.

Steve doesn’t think about having sex with Tony Stark. He certainly doesn’t plan for it. It happens anyway.

They fight Thanos—and they’re losing. And before Tony knows what’s happening, he’s standing with Doctor Strange in front of the Eye of Agamotto and gets send back in time. Can he find a way to fix things this time around, or are they doomed to fall apart all over again?

“So was I,” his soulmate would tell him one day, and what it would mean was that they loved him. 

Post-Civil War. A mission at a power plant goes south and the ensuing explosion triggers the denaturation of the serum. In which Steve insists that he’s feeling fine, Natasha gets Tony involved and pieces start being put back together. 

Tony bypasses into the mailbox every time. It drives Steve absolutely nuts. 

Tony can’t even recognize himself nowadays.

Tony misses Steve very badly after the Accords. Some days he deals with it better than other days.(a fic featuring the booty call flip phone, minor kidnappings, and time jumps between chapters because the election has been happening and my brain has been too mush to make a proper plot)

Steve and Tony love each other—that would undoubtedly always be true. However, there might just be things that don’t care for love, that don’t care what it means for the two to take different sides. Things that none of them could’ve foreseen. Things that might just rip everything apart.When the United Nations attempt to put restrictions on the Avengers, Tony has to admit that the pawns had been in place for a long time, he just hadn’t dared to admit it to himself. And now, it is simply a matter of who will move first—and more importantly: in which direction.

Tony struggles with the day-to-day of leading a UN-sanctioned team of superheroes, Steve goes on a listening tour across America, and Natasha would like to remind everyone that (unlike Sam Wilson) she is not a licensed therapist.(55/200) page fancomic

When we do things, we always have a good reason. It’s other people we see as defective.

Learning to look a little harder than that will be a long journey, but it might just be worth the struggle to change.

After the civil war, everyone is left living in the new reality they’ve created — and now they have to figure out if they are willing (and able) to try again at being a real team.

If you think of life and death on a continuum, finding the point where it tips is complicated. It cuts across all political lines and gets to the root of our humanity. It requires faith informed by years of intimacy that you’re doing what’s right for your loved one.

But Tony is just a man. And there’s only so much he can do.

(Or that time when Tony does what is necessary to survive just so that he can continue to fix things and makes extremely rash decisions; because even if Steve may have left him behind, doesn’t mean Tony would do the same. Kind of.)

Everything seems to be in working order; except one day, after hoping and hoping for a chance to set things right, to prove what he had meant in his letter, that he’d be there for Tony when Tony needs him, Steve is given the opportunity to. It just isn’t what he had expected it to be. Not by a long damn shot. Sequel to Rebirth.

Strangely, or not so strangely, Steve is the one to call first.“Tony,” is all he says, low and throaty and oh so raspy.Tony says nothing. Not because he has nothing to say, but because he has too much. And maybe, for once, Steve should be the one talking.

After the Civli War, the Avengers were back together.

How is everything going, Tony? Pepper had asked in her email.
It’s fine (Tony had written back). I’m fighting with Steve all the time. Everything is going to hell. I’m okay (you know I’m always okay).

(Or: How Tony and Steve learned to be a bit gentler with each other)

It’s a mistake destroying Steve’s gesture of goodwill, Tony thinks, even as he takes an unholy amount of glee smashing that stupid phone to bits down in his lab and DUM-E waits eagerly with a fire extinguisher for the last of the letter to burn down. But it’s a mistake Tony is happy to make.

How to say ‘wish you were here’ without actually saying so, as done by Captain Steve Rogers.

One moment they’re fighting, yelling scathing insults and ugly accusations at each other, and the next they’re kissing, all teeth and anger-fuelled desperation. Steve backs him up until Tony’s shoulders hit the closest wall, and hoists him up, giving Tony no choice but to wrap his legs around Steve’s waist for support. Tony bites Steve’s bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood, and Steve growls, and grips both of Tony’s wrists in one big hand, his hold bruisingly tight.

‘Dear baby,’ he thought hysterically while dodging an arrow, ‘One day your daddy and I fought and almost blew up an airport. I hope you’re better at communication than we are.’

Tony blinked up at the face staring down at him. This was impossible. This was definitely 100% not possible, he had not just started giving a good morning handy to -


After the events of Civil War, Tony and Steve wake up in bed next to each other in an alternate universe. It goes about as well as you’d expect it to.

Before Afghanistan, before New York, and long before Siberia, Tony was given the gift of Peggy Carter as his godmother.It was maybe one of the best gifts he ever received, one that kept on giving even forty years later. Because even when the Avengers are scattered, the team and his trust torn apart, there’s still one thing Tony has that no one, not Steve, not Ross, not Stane, had ever managed to take from him.A family.In the aftermath of the Civil War, Tony will need them more than ever if he’s to pick up the broken pieces of himself again. And save the world. Of course.

It was the first time they’d seen each other since Siberia. It was probably one of the worst possible ways to have an unscheduled reunion. It was also about to get worse. A lot worse. 

 Steve writes letters to Tony that he never sends. By the time he hands them to their rightful owner, Tony has had a brush with death, has retired as a superhero, and now has a small town workshop of his very own. But it’s okay, Steve has gone into retirement too.

An alternate universe where Steve wins the Civil War.

It doesn’t go well for Tony.

A deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for an absent something or someone that one loves. Moreover, it often carries a repressed knowledge that the object of longing might never return.

Steve and Tony before, during, and after.

“But as a guy who’s never been good at anything but killing- lemme tell you this. Wars can come to us, and we can fight to end them.”

“But nothing’s ever worth starting one. Nothing at all.”

As the dust of Civil War starts to settle- Steve begins to see a couple of things.

“Humans are machines. Fascinating ones, but fatally flawed- because we feel too much. We try our hardest to be objective; but whenever two sides are too close, we ‘follow our heart’, which means fall prey to whatever our emotions think best and fuck all that logic might have had to say about it.”

Sequel to ‘And In The Silence That Follows’. Three months after the 'truce’, AIM is on the move again, and Norman Osborn seems increasingly determined to seize power in the void that the Avengers left behind. Logic dictates that Tony should cooperate with the runaway superheroes, led by one Steve Rogers to get ahead of the situation. Too bad his trust issues don’t agree with him. Too bad humans aren’t actually machines who can turn emotions off at the flick of a butto-Oh. Hello Extremis.

Steve splays his fingers on Tony’s chest, over his heart, and Tony whimpers. “You should take better care of that, Tony,” Steve says, digging his fingers in briefly.

Tony closes his eyes. “Don’t.”

Steve laughs, and it’s cold. He trails his fingers lower. “I could hurt you,” he says, almost conversationally. “I’m a criminal now, remember.”

“He hid some things from me,” Tony says, then shrugs. “It’s fine. I hid some things from him, too. Don’t you know this story?”

616 Steve meets MCU Tony.

“You were supposed to say thank you,” Tony said after a moment, covering his eyes with his forearm. It wasn’t as if Steve could see him. “It’s only polite, you know. Happy birthday, Steve—Thank you, Tony.”

It was raining when Tony exited his car. In front of him was a church.

He wasn’t sure why it always rained nowadays, but it wasn’t like he could do anything about it. Tony knew this weather kind of suited his mood, and his current mental state.

Attending funeral after funeral after you’ve been beaten up by the father of the embryo in your womb in Siberia before he left you in the cold, was beyond hard and painful. Tony had cried himself to sleep more than once. However, he couldn’t let anybody know, except Vision who had figured it out by himself.

“I sense a lifeform in you,” the android had mentioned to him once. “Is it… Steve’s?”

Tony remembered breaking down in front of him, after that Vision never mentioned the relationship between Steve and the lifeform in Tony’s womb again. He felt guilty, yet grateful. It had been barely a week after the incident in Siberia. Tony wasn’t ready for something that would remind him of that event, and he doubted he would ever be.

Steve never lets go of the phone. Sam thinks that it’s time for him to use it.

The written letter and cellphone never made it to Tony.

Tony never made it home.

Everything about them happened in seconds. Their first meeting was quick, with Tony landing next to the Captain, each man giving a curt nod and name in greeting. Their argument on the hellicarrier took mere seconds to escalate. Until Steve was goading Tony into putting on the suit and going a few rounds and Tony not so subtly reminding Steve that he wasn’t afraid to hit an old man.
It was only seconds of staring at Tony on that New York City Street, his arc reactor dark, no rise and fall of his chest, for Steve to know that inside the tin can, was a good man.
Then Ultron happened, and it took seconds for their world to change, seconds for Steve to throw his shield at Tony and for the billionaire to send a repulsor blast back. They went from laughing and relaxing to standing on an edge thousands of feet above solid ground.
And now…now everything’s changed. And all it took was a combination of seconds; of decisions made, actions performed and words spoken that they couldn’t get back.
Just a few ticks of the clock for their world to shatter.

It took two months and fourteen days.Well, two months and sixteen days if you wanted to be nitpicky and count the two days it had taken Tony to actually accept that yes, the phone was still lying on his desk, and no, it wouldn’t magically disappear just because he wished it so.The phone, and beneath it, that goddamn letter. If you need me, I’ll be there.

After the hell that was Ultron and the Sokovia Accords, Tony doesn’t blame the team for wanting nothing to do with him. To make up for past mistakes, Tony disappears into his lab and focuses on using his money and brains to provide the Avengers with more fancy tech than they’ll ever need. By doing this, he also doesn’t have to worry about Steve’s grim frown, Bucky’s hateful gaze, or everyone else’s cold annoyance.For six long months, this formula worked, but then fate decided to be a Loki-like dick and Tony wasn’t sure how it happened, but in the span of one week, he’d somehow acquired a kid.

He’s sitting there on the carpeted floor with blood dripping down the back of his head, holding the battered red notebook with trembling hands. He looks up from the page and tries to blink away the scribbled words that won’t seem to disappear from his eyesight. He can’t breathe, can’t get his throat to work properly because it feels like he’s being strangled by the sheer truth of what he realizes now.

They knew. Oh god, they knew.

When Tony discovers a devastating secret, it will threaten to tear apart everything they hold dear.

Steve is going to realise in the worst possible way what happens when you let pride, rage and fear cloud your judgment. What happens when you don’t listen.

“And you think you could take me, do you, Stark?”“I’d give it a good fucking try. I’d like to shove you into the nearest wall and wrap my hands around your damn neck.”“Oh yeah? And then what?”Post-CACW, a series of phone calls between Tony and Steve. 

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Soulmate!AU Masterlist

21 by thecruciblegavemeyou

based on the prompt: “okay so you know the soulmate au where on your 21st birthday you wake up in your soulmate’s body? imagine if you were dating someone for a long time and on your birthday you wake up and you’re in their apartment so you’re like “yes it’s them!!!” and then you look in a mirror and you’re in the body of their roommate”

All The Boys I Fall In Love With Are Straight Or Fictional(tw) by snowkatze

Fate hasn’t exactly been nice to Baz his whole life. His soulmate might be a criminal. Or an actor. As it turns out, he’s something worse…

All the colours by BellaLovesBooks

Baz works in a quaint little coffee shop that doubles as a book shop, and Simon and Penny attend a different coffee place each morning in search of Simons soul mate. Or they do, until Simon and Baz meet, and much to Baz’s dismay, Simon and Penny become regular customers.

Do You Want To Grab A Coffee? by ebbthegoatgirl

Baz hated soulmates.

disengaged by andonewillbringhisfall

‘you think you have a sleepwalking problem but it’s really just the universe trying to bring you to your soulmate when your mind is disengaged’ 

Eventually(tw) by bittervitriol

Everything happens eventually. Some people are just more stubborn than others.OR Simon and Baz are soulmates. One is definitely more excited to be Matched than the other.

grey (tw) by thepessimisticasshole

baz’s world was grey before he met simon snow.

the habits of a heart by admlynch

baz doesn’t believe in love or soulmates but that doesn’t change the fact that he has one

If It Was by vampiregampire

enemy and soulmate written on your wrist AU

never better by thepessimisticasshole

His tattoo says “the fuck kind of name is that” in big, scribbled, barely legible handwriting- which, reasonable. He has his parents and weird family tradition to blame. 

One Moment by satanicslushie

I’m not even going to pretend I don’t know it. Simon Snow is beautiful. He’s kind. He’s a fucking mess. And he’s my soulmate.

Sign your name across my heart by arituzz

The name of your soulmate will appear on your chest the day you turn eighteen. Simon is taken aback when he sees his. Baz doesn’t know whether to feel hope or drown in his own sorrow.

some nerve you have, to break up my loneliness(tw) by crashing-into-the-sun

Baz doesn’t want a soulmate. Simon wants one desperately. They meet in a bathroom.

You’re My Favorite Color by ebbthegoatgirl

In this world, you are colorblind until you touch your soulmate. You gradually get full color vision, but the first color you see is the color of your soulmate’s eyes. 

Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.7

                                               Part S E V E N

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: 100 notes please, my loves! im so so happy that you love this series and i hope this part gives you a lil somethin to smile about. i promise, calum seems a little better in this part !

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]  

                                                    I M A G I N E

Outside the Bar, 1:05 A.M. 

Wind blew through your hair, making music in your ears as you were stood outside of the Finnish bar. It was dimly lit, with few people waiting outside to enter the bar. Calum was still holding your wrist with a tight grip, feeling it go numb just by his touch. 

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❝ It’s nice that smile ❞

Plot: You’re Yoongi’s girlfriend but you’re scarier than him, more cold and distant but a little marshmallow inside. One day BTS see you crying because your grandma, who was suffering of amnesia, finally remembered you. 

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x BTS

Words count: 2,9k+

Warning: None 

For anon, I hope you like it cutie! - M. 
P.S. I hope you’re fine now. ♥

gifs aren’t mine, credits to the owner! 

“Darling, can you bring this to grandma?”  

The sweet voice of your mother forced you to lift your gaze, biting the inside of your cheek for keeping you from sending her to the devil.  

Not that you hated your mother, she was the most important woman in your life, but she knew how much your grandmother’s condition would hurt you. You were tied to the old woman by a bond that couldn’t be explained and every time her blank gaze was resting on you, you could feel the pain hit you repeatedly and tears constantly pinching your orbs.  

“All right.” You murmured, taking the dish that she was giving you.  

Your brother gave you a little smile of encouragement and with a slow pace, you headed to the room where your grandmother was resting, feeling your heart beating more and more violently and the dish shaking in your hands.  

You weren’t sure you could do it, now that condition was leading you to exhaustion and even the failure to really talk to someone, the fail to express to the best of your emotions, provoked further concern and pain to your heart already too bent and broken.  

Quietly you opened the door and on tiptoe, you approached the king sized bed that filled almost completely the room. She was asleep and you didn’t want to wake her up because selfish you wanted to be able to lay the pot on the nightstand and run away.  

But her eyes opened and rested on you, so you stuck near the nightstand and watched her remain silent. The doctors explained that abrupt and sudden movements could cause further problems for people in those conditions.  

“Hello dear.”  

A knot at the throat prevented you from saying something, but your eyes opened wide as the woman in front of you gave you a little smile. Maybe that was the day? Your heart began to beat even more violently than a few moments earlier, while hope began to flow into you rising to monstrous levels.  

“Who are you? What’s your name, darling? ”  

Your little bubble of hope exploded, an explosion so strong as to take your breath away and the tears began spontaneously to slip on your cheeks, falling on your mouth and letting you grind your nose to the brackish taste that they left on your soft lips.  

“I-I am… I brought you something to eat, you have to feed yourself, mh? ” You couldn’t stutter, while your lips bent into a small and fake smile.  

Your eyes were filled with disappointment and especially a sense of abandonment. Your grandmother hadn’t recognized you for the umpteenth time and your world had collapsed a little more.  

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“Taehyung leaves immediately Jungkook, you’re choking him.” Seokjin was furious, obviously, he was just pretending to be, while trying to separate the two boys who continued undeterred to do wrestling in the living room.  

You were sitting on Yoongi’s bed, with the door open and a beautiful view on the show that the eldest was trying to stop, while at your side your boyfriend quickly beat his fingers on the keyboard of his laptop completely immersed in his world.  

Your expression was flat, like every time you showed yourself outside the house walls. Only Yoongi was able, now much more than before, to penetrate that armor that you used as protection. You were similar, similar fears, similar thoughts, similar problems. And similar behaviors so understand what you felt and how you were actually had never been difficult for him.  

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You make me feel Nothing - a Phanfiction

(Soulmate AU where a circle forms on every child’s wrist when it’s born, the colour signaling which sensation/emotion they are not going to be able to feel until they kiss their soulmate. Inspired by @wavydanrises​‘ story “Second Chances”)

“You’re telling me my son … my son won’t ever love me?” 

He’s the weird kid. If they could just stop making sure he remembers, he might even be able to forget it for a few seconds.

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you belong among the wildflowers

Summary: Emma Swan’s life has been far from easy. Neither has Killian Jones’. Through a handful of meetings, a couple tattoos, and some fantastic music, maybe they’ll find a happy ending. (CS Modern AU heavily inspired by the music of Tom Petty) | Rated GA, 7k | tw: minor mentions of alcoholism

a/n: HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, HOLLI!!! aka @mryddinwilt​ I started planning this AU quite a while ago, in honor of our shared love of “Wildflowers”, but then it kind of spiraled when I sat down to write last Monday only to learn of Tom Petty’s passing. So this is kind of double duty as your bday present and an ode to one of my all-time favorite musicians.

thank you to @shipsxahoy and @optomisticgirl for looking at this!

Hope your day was amazing, Holli, and hope you enjoy this! Thank you for always being an encouraging, awesome person!! <3

“You belong among the wildflowers…you belong somewhere you feel free.”

She wasn’t sure when she first heard the song. It must have been on the radio when Emma was a kid, in one foster home or another. The memory was fuzzy, but the sentiment was clear: that she deserved to be happy one day, and to have love and peace.

Those all seemed like things well out of reach for a 16-year-old runaway orphan, but it was a nice thought. And a wildflower was as good as anything else to get a tattoo of, especially when the main goal in getting a tattoo was more just getting one out of rebellion than wanting it to carry any specific symbolism. Who knew, though? Maybe she’d eventually get that.

At least, that was what she told herself as the needle stung the skin inside her wrist. She liked to think she was tough, and she’d certainly been hit harder, but—ow. Oh well, it was probably due punishment for using a fake ID to get it in the first place.

On the other side of the dingy parlor was a guy who couldn’t be more than couple years older than her—fresh out of high school, probably, since it was early summer—also wincing through the work being done on his forearm. But when he realized she was staring, he sent a sly grin and a wink her way, making her blush. What? He was cute, even if his “beard” was patchy stubble at best and doing nothing to mature his babyish features.

He left halfway through hers being done, but was smoking against the building outside once she finished, with a guitar case propped against the wall next to him.

“Want one?” he offered, holding the pack out to her; she didn’t realize she’d been staring again. She also had never smoked before, but—eh, what the hell? She strode forward and, as expertly as she could manage, slid one out of the box and held it between her fingers like she’d seen done so many times. He deftly flicked his lighter and she lit the cigarette, then brought it to her lips and inhaled…and then sputtered and coughed once the smoke hit her lungs, which was received with a deep chuckle.

“First one?” he teased, blue eyes laughing. Her response was continued coughing. “Well, you never forget your first.” She glared. “Don’t breathe so deep,” he offered, his accented voice turning gentle.

Once she’d regained her faculties, she tried it again, doing as he said. She wasn’t a fan but it was definitely better.

“There you go, love,” he cheered, sounding almost proud.

“Not your love,” she threw back.

“Fair enough.” She joined him against the wall and they settled into an easy silence. He didn’t have to say anything for her to get the sense that they had more in common than being freshly tatted; the fact that he was alone, too, spoke volumes.

But then she nearly jumped when he introduced himself. “Name’s Killian; Killian Jones.”

“Emma Swan.”

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It’s Nice To Finally Meet You

Title: It’s Nice To Finally Meet You

Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader

Word Count: 2,429

Warning: Mention of abuse in a previous relationship

Request: ‘Can do try to do an imagine where you’re at a show, you’re friends with josh’s mom, but you never had the interests of meeting her famous drummer of a son. The reader comes up to Ohio to see his mom and to go to a top show. She finally talks the reader into meeting josh and things just click and they hit it off’

A/N: Thank you @tonightillneedutostay​ for the request, I hope you like it, I’m sorry it took so long to upload! Also, I realised there isn’t much of Josh in this.. I’m sorry my dudes

Masterlist / Send Me Requests 

Originally posted by nahcose

For the past two years, you’ve been working as a fully trained hair stylist and beauty therapist.

Since graduating from beauty school almost two years ago, you’ve been working in a well known salon in your local area of Columbus, Ohio. You were luck enough to get the job soon after graduating. You slowly but surely grew a base of loyal regulars who would only book appointments for you. One of these regulars just so happen to be the mom of a famous drummer in the band Twenty one Pilots.

Ever since your first appointment with Laura, she’s been telling you about her famous drummer son, Joshua and his best friend, Tyler, and that their band was very well know, especially in the local area, and in the recent year or so, they had started taking over the world, finally expanding and getting the recognition they deserve after years of hard work.

You strike up a surprising friendship, considering the age gap, with Laura. Over the first few months of appointments, she’d tell you all about her life, like her husband and children. She loved all of her children equally, but Joshua was the one she spoke most about the most.

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❧ l.dk | floral petals

Originally posted by visual-17

pairing; seventeen dk x reader (ft. hoshi) 

genre; angst, fluff

synopsis; soulmate! au where the guy would vomit flower petals non-stop every time he falls in love with someone who is not his soulmate. 

word count; 2.3k words

notes; barabarabara i was productive today !! headed over to coffee bean just down the street alone to study and it was more packed than i thought ,, but luckily but regular seat wasn’t taken hehe // hope you guys had a great day!! 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Kyla asked, grabbing onto his wrist as he turned away from her. 

Dokyeom tugs away harshly, and Kyle stumbles in surprise. 

“You’re not her,” he revealed monotonously. “And I’m not your soulmate.”

Kyla looks at him in confusion. “That’s impossible,” she argues. She loved him. She really did. 

Dokyeom let out a breath of frustration, his sharp eyes looking up to meet her glossy ones. “I know it better than you do. You’re a girl. You won’t know.”

His jaw was clenched tight, fist balled up. “We can’t go on any more, Kyla. Let’s break up.”

Without even waiting for a reply , he leaves Kyla alone in the hallway, shocked, tears flooding her own eyes, as he ran back to his dorm.

He loved Kyla. But because of the whole soulmate bullshit that was existent, he couldn’t. Dokyeom wanted to be with her, but that only meant prolonged feelings for her. Which results to the flower petals coming up his throat every single hour. 

He felt selfish. Kyla, being a female, didn’t have to go through anything. If he could just bear with the throwing up of flowers, he would never have ended their relationship. He wouldn’t have had to hurt her feelings. 

But it wasn’t easy. The flower petals were rough, and his throat was never spared from the immense soreness. He bore with it for almost a month, and that was enough to make him give up. 

However, ending his relationship with Kyla didn’t mean that the ‘soulmate curse’ would stop. It didn’t work like that. His feelings had to be gone — totally, absolutely, erased from his heart. The reason why he broke up with Kyla wasn’t because he didn’t like her any more — it was because he wanted to distance himself from her to get rid of his feelings for her.

He wasn’t sure if that would happen any time soon, though. He still loved her dearly. And the sudden separation seemed to just strengthen his feelings and longing for her a little more.

He bursts into his shared room with three other males — who weren’t back yet at the time — and ran to the dustbin at the corner of the room, dropping to his knees and bending over the bin. The petals mercilessly spilled out of his mouth once again, and he coughed harshly. They drifted gently to the bottom of the bin, which was very contrasting against the image of Dokyeom spluttering. 

Dokyeom sat in class, dazed, unable to focus to whatever the teacher was rambling on about as she scribbled diagrams and numbers on the blackboard. He felt the need to dash out of class and to the nearest toilet every few minutes, but if he actually did that he’d probably be sent to detention for skipping class.

Soonyoung, one of his roommates, snuck into the classroom through the backdoor when the teacher’s back was facing the class, and took his seat beside Dokyeom.

Just as he did, the teacher ended her class, and walked out of the classroom without even noticing the sudden appearance of Soonyoung. Everyone left their seats and started chattering away with their friends, and the noise level built up.

“Hey,” Soonyoung said, nudging Dokyeom. “You alright?”

“Huh?” he mumbled. “Oh, yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

Soonyoung rolls his eyes, leaning back onto his seat. “I saw the petals in the bin.”

Dokyeom goes quiet for a second. “…Those were the flowers from the vase on the table. You know, they haven’t been changed in a while.”

“Those flowers were purple, Dokyeom,” Soonyoung said seriously. “The petals in the bin were black.”

Dokyeom turns away. 

“Don’t brood on it. It’ll get better,” Soonyoung comforted. He personally hasn’t found his soulmate, but he is not in love with any one either. 

Their homeroom teacher, Mr Kwon, steps into the class, and everyone scurries back to their seat. 

However, unlike other days, the homeroom teacher wasn’t alone.

A meek, well-groomed girl followed him in. She had her slightly wavy brown hair let down, and it flowed down to a little past her shoulders. 

That was you. 

Everyone’s eyes curiously scanned you up and down, and the teacher speaks up to clear up everyone’s confusion of who you were, and what were you doing in their class. 

“She’s the transfer student I told you about yesterday,” Mr Kwon said, before gesturing for you to introduce yourself. 

“I’m Y/N,” you said. Your voice wasn’t loud enough for the people at the back to hear, but the students in front spread it to the back. You didn’t know what else to say because really, there wasn’t anything particularly interesting about you. You did have a superbly bright personality, though. 

Thankfully, Mr Kwon helps you wrap up. “She’ll be with us for the rest of the school year, so as always, please take good care of her.”

You manage a smile as you see some kind faces welcoming you warmly. Mr Kwon directs you to the empty seat beside Dokyeom — whom you didn’t recognize yet, at that time — and you went over and took your seat.

“Hi!” you cheerily greeted the dark-haired male beside you. “I’m Y/N.” 

You already introduced yourself just a few seconds ago, but it was just a natural greeting that you had.

He barely shoots you a glance, bowing slightly.

“Dokyeom,” he murmurs, and you had to recite his muffled words in your head a few times to make out what he said. He seemed cold, though, so you just shrugged and turned back to face the front of the class. 

When class ended, as you were placing your books into your backpack, another male comes over, and you recognized him as the one who was seated on the other side of Dokyeom. 

“Hey!” he greets you, and you immediately liked him from his energy. “I’m Soonyoung!”

You smiled widely. “You already know, but hey, I’m Y/N!”

Soonyoung grins at your energy, and you can’t help but question about Dokyeom. If you remember correctly.

“Is he always that… cold?” you said softly, not wanting to offend anyone on your first day of school. 

Soonyoung immediately shakes his head vigorously. “Absolutely not. He’s the sunflower of the class, really. It’s just that, you know, the soulmate thing…” Soonyoung’s words drifted off, and his hand gestures and knowing eyes made you easily understand. 

“Oh,” you muttered. “Is it bad?”

Soonyoung shrugs, an eyebrow raising for a brief moment as he stuck his hands into his pockets, leaning onto your desk. “I guess you could say.”

You look past Soonyoung, and you look at Dokyeom a little too sympathetically. When he suddenly turns and his eyes meet yours, you snap your head away so fast you were sure you heard your neck crack. 

Dokyeom frowns and ignores you, packing up his bag and leaving the classroom. As a female, you weren’t empathetic of his situation since you didn’t actually know how it’s actually like to throw up such weird things — but you were sure it was nowhere near how bad you imagine it to be.

“He needs his own time for now,” Soonyoung said, sighing as Dokyeom’s back faded from view. “Wanna grab lunch together?”

You smile. “Sure.”

The both of you sat together in the cafeteria, and got to know each other better. To your surprise, you caught sight of Dokyeom holding a tray of food, and your hand instinctively flew up, waving him over. He smiles slightly in gratitude, and makes his way over. 

After seeing his sheepish smile, the aura around him seemed to change completely. 

Dokyeom sits beside Soonyoung, who was in front of you.

“Hey, feeling better?” Soonyoung asked, giving him a brotherly pat on the back. 

“A little. I don’t know,” Dokyeom replied. He looks up at you, a little puzzled when you didn’t question what they were talking about, and you smiled at him. 

“I heard,” you said simply, nodding towards Soonyoung. “It must be hard.”

Dokyeom shakes his head. “I only have myself to blame, isn’t it?” he chuckles bitterly, placing the spoon of food in his mouth. 

“Well, you can’t control your feelings and you have absolutely no idea who your soulmate is, so it’s not your fault that you fell…” you hesitate for a moment, afraid your words were too direct. “…in love.”

You bit your lips in, shooting worried glances at Soonyoung. He just shakes his head then nods, implying that it was alright. 

“Thanks,” Dokyeom said, and you heaved an internal sigh of relief.

The three of you talked some more, and quickly got to know each other, including the fact that all 3 of you were soulmate-less at the current moment. 

“Who knows, I may be your soulmate,” Soonyoung teases, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You wrinkled your nose in mock disgust, and Soonyoung widens his eyes to appear hurt. 

“Excuse you!” he exclaims in a thick accent, and all three of you laughed aloud. 

Just like that, the three of you got close. Really close. You guys became your own little clique of best friends. It was fun. 

Soonyoung later gets recruited into the dance team, and he gets overwhelmed with choreographies and his schedule became really hectic. Three became two, except for the occasional times when Soonyoung would find time to hang out with you two. 

But Dokyeom and you surprisingly did not have any awkward air, even when it was just you two. You guys chattered away like childhood friends, and were so open with each other that you two were practically siblings. 

Over the span of three to four months, Dokyeom and you became inseparable. Soonyoung even complains at times that he always seem like the third wheel now, and you and Dokyeom just laugh. Dokyeom’s feelings for Kyla had erased once month after meeting you, and that one month was of you rushing to his dorm every now and then to make sure he hadn’t suffocated on the petals and is still breathing. 

Those incidents significantly lessened over time, and it stopped completely after that one month or two. Dokyeom would confess that hanging out with you became like a complete distraction for his feelings, allowing him to recover quickly. 

At the same time, it made him confused. Feelings was not something that was defined, it could not be spelled out — that made him question himself.

And it was no longer about Kyla.

It was about you.

He’s had strange butterflies in his tummy whenever he sees you laugh heartily or even just do the simplest of things such as trying to let out a stubborn sneeze. You looked adorable to him. 

He had thought that he has grown feelings for you, but to his surprise, even after a while, he still hasn’t had any symptoms of the soulmate’s curse. 

Then that made him think that he did not have feelings for you. Maybe it’s just that he cares for you like an older brother would. Maybe he just saw you as more than a friend — but not in that sense. 

He never stopped once to consider that you may be his significant other; he just arrived at the latter as a conclusion. 

Dokyeom made sure to keep his feelings in check and not let them grow — he couldn’t risk another heartbreak or physical agony of the throwing up of petals.

One day, the two of you were in chemistry class, and the teacher had granted the class the freedom to choose their own partners. You and Dokyeom immediately flocked to each other. 

The class began the practical, and you took one of the main glass bottles, pulling the stopper out of its mouth and placing a test tube near the edge of the mouth. Dokyeom was a safe distance away from you (but not too far), trying to complete the worksheet given. 

Just as you were about pour the liquid substance into the test tube, Dokyeom lets out a warning shout. 

“Y/N! Be careful, that’s sodium hydroxide!” he cries, rushing towards you. He instantly grabs the main glass bottle and tilts it away from you, leaving you with your empty test tube in hand. 

“Jesus Christ! You’re not wearing goggles or gloves! Read the labels before you do anything, God!” he exclaims, and you stare at him in astonishment. Was he mad?

“I-It was an accident,” you mumbled, shocked yourself. Dokyeom kept quiet, realizing that he’s raised his voice a little. His heart was pounding against his chest — he’d panicked. He was so worried that you’d get injured. 

“Sorry,” he quickly said. “I didn’t mean to—” 

“It’s alright,” you cut him off. “Thanks.”

Honestly, he confirmed his feelings right there and then. He had never — I repeat, never — feared for someone else so hard before. He wouldn’t have reacted that way if it was anyone else. Sure, he would’ve made sure no one got hurt, but he wouldn’t have spoke like how he did to you. He had the surge of wanting to protect you. He wanted to make sure you’d never get hurt.

He’d been feeling this all the while; he was just unaware. 

Even better, he hasn’t been throwing up black, ugly petals.

“Dokyeom?” you spoke, breaking his train of thoughts. He had been staring at you. 

“Y-you’re—” Dokyeom was choking up on his own words. 

You stare at him, confused and worried. “What is it?”

He just reaches around you, enclosing you in a tight embrace and the other students stare. 

“You’re her. You’re my soulmate,” he whispered, getting teary-eyed.

“M-me?” you questioned, your heart racing. “Are you sure?”

He lets go of you, nodding.

“I’m sure. I am 100% sure.”

You break out in a wide smile and throw your arms around him. You loved him. You loved him since a month ago — but you knew if you weren’t the one, it would just result in his suffering. So you never said anything. 

Now that it’s confirmed by Dokyeom himself — you were beyond happy. You get to spend the rest of your life with him.

Your First Hunt

This was requested by anon: Dean Winchester with 17. “I can’t sleep, can I stay here?”

Okay so this one is long and I’m not sorry. I even gave it a title. It’ll probably make it onto the masterlist. Count yourselves BLESSED ;)

Word Count: 925

Warnings: fluff, slight angst

(gif is not mine)

Dean slipped his boxer briefs on, throwing the towel into the laundry basket across the room.  He ruffled his hair, shaking the excess water from his short cropped brunette hair.  He grabbed a shirt, glancing over at the clock.  It was three thirty in the morning.  He knew he should have went to bed earlier, but time had gotten away from him.

The elder Winchester looked up at the door when he heard a soft knock.  “Come in,” Dean called, as he slipped the black t-shirt over his head.  He did a double take at the door, noticing that it was you who had entered his room.  “[Y/N]?  What are you doing up this late?”

You rubbed your arm nervously, keeping your eyes at your feet.  “You’re going to think that this is stupid,” you mumbled.

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Those who are Broken | Chapter One

Everyone has a soulmate. Except the Broken.

Word count: 1871

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Originally posted by gothdollysedits

You turned to your side in bed, eyes closed, trying to sleep. About a minute or so later, you turned again. The sound of moans, screams, and grunts were the only thing you could hear in the silence you were wanting. Whoever your neighbor was fucking, they must be really good because all you could hear was a girl begging for more of whatever she was getting.

Groaning, you grabbed your pillow out from under you and placed it on your face. Maybe suffocating yourself would drown out the sex thrilled room next door. When you could still hear them, and they were getting louder, you let out a frustrated sigh and threw your pillow and blanket off you. You got out of bed and stomped over to the wall they were having sex against.

Banging your fist against the wall, you yelled, “Ditch school tomorrow and have sex all fucking day! I’m trying to sleep!”

Just seconds after you stopped banging your fist, a male voice was heard, along with their hand banging against the wall. “Fuck off,” he yelled.

You laughed in disbelief. “These mother—” Before you could leave your studio to yell at the neighbors, a bang was heard on their door. You listened quietly.

Whoever was outside was banging on your neighbor’s door rather loudly. “Hey you fucking horny shits, shut the fuck up!”

“He sounds super pissed,” you quietly mumbled.

The loud sex stopped, but followed angry voices and stomping. The door swung open followed by a male’s voice, “What the fuck do you want?”

“For you to shut the fuck up!” the other yelled back.

“Fuck off, buddy.” Then the door slammed. There was a second of silence before banging was heard again. It continued until the door opened again. “I told you—”

You heard a punch followed by a gasp by a female. “Shut up,” you heard the angry man said before storming off.

You heard the woman say something, but she was immediately interrupted by her lover yelling, “Don’t touch me!”

Letting out a triumphant smile, you walked back over to your bed, climbed in, and happily fell asleep.

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Locked Down

Pairings: Demon! Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Smut, restraints, unprotected sex, oral, mild roughness, restraint injuries, swearing, slightly dub con (but not really)

Word Count: 1280

Summary: You need to keep Dean locked down until Sam gets there

A/N: Okay, okay I did it and wrote a Dean fic for the first time in sooo long! And what better way than to go with sexy filth? It had been an idea that I’d had for a while and it seemed that demon! Dean was the best fit, hope you guys like it ! 

You flatten your tongue against the bulging vein in the side of his neck, humming at the salty taste of his sweat slicked skin as he pulled against his bonds. The metal was beginning to cut into the skin of his wrists, rivulets of blood spilling down onto the engraved demon trap in each cuff; but he didn’t seem to mind, obsidian orbs glinting at you in the dim lighting. He wasn’t much of a danger to you while he was trapped like this but the thought of what he could do sent a shiver down your spine, arousal pooling in the deep pit of your belly.

You shouldn’t have been attracted to him like this and you definitely shouldn’t be more turned on then you had been in months, but you couldn’t deny that this Dean, with no guilt and no inhibitions weighing him down was giving you all kinds of dirty fantasies. You’d hooked up with him from time to time when he’d been human and you’d crossed paths over hunts but you’d always harbored a small crush on the eldest winchester. Apparently him dying and coming back as a demon hadn’t done much to quell the feelings you had for him.

A deep growl resonated in the back of his throat as you dragged one of your fingernails down the very center of his chest, stopping right at the buckle of his jeans. You’d perched yourself in his lap, legs draped over his thighs and you could feel how hard he was getting.

“You’re playing a dangerous game y/n,” Dean ground out between grit teeth. “As soon as I’m free sweetheart -”
“Dean,” You simpered, cutting across the rest of his threat with a frown. “The only way you’re getting out of these bonds is if I let you out and I’ve got strict instructions from Sam to keep you locked down until he gets here.”  You pinched one of his nipples through his shirt and he growled again, tipping his head back on his shoulders. “Doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun for a few hours though.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi!! I love your writing! I was wondering if I could please get some soulmate imagine or HCs, with Soldier 76, McCree and Zenyatta??? Thank you!

Imagine with Soldier 76 is here, with Reaper and Reinhardt. I”ll do headcanons with another au with Soldier 76

Soldier 76

  • He had your name on his arm
    • He used to trace it when he was a recruit
    • Wondering what your face was like
    • What you sounded like
  • He memorised it
    • And when he was Strike-Commander he looked you up
    • You were normal
    • Living a normal life
    • He would just complicate things for you
  • But you had to know who he was
    • With the amount of times, he showed up on TV
  • You showed up in Geneva
    • Hand on your luggage as you arrive on base
  • He freezes when he sees you
    • You smiling at him
  • Gabriel teases him for so long after that
    • But he really doesn’t care
    • With you on his arm


You were both in Overwatch, well he was in Blackwatch, when you first met. You refused to even think that a cocky kid like himself was your soulmate, refusing to have anything to do with the ex-gang member.

You left and so did he then the two of you met again, your opinion changed as you met him again. You finding him quite charming and he took the opportunity to flirt with you.

“Hey there, puddin’,” he said, winking at you, “You gotta minute?”

“For you?” you smiled back at him, “I do.”

He tapped his fingers against the counter as he stared forward in though. You tilted your head and he pulled you close, pressing a kiss against a small scar. He pulled away and froze, his hand tracing against it

“Puddin’,” he said and you looked up at him, “I think we should go find a mirror.”

“Why?” you asked and he just pulled you along.

He eventually found one and planted you in front of it, you freezing as you noticed what was wrong. Or what was gone. 

Your hands shook as you touched where the scar used to be, eyes wide as you stared at McCree. In all of your life, you didn’t even think that your soulmate would be the cowman in front of you the whole time.


There was no heartbeat on your wrist, people growing somber when they saw it as a child.

‘Maybe they haven’t been born yet?’ they suggest, patting your back but they thought the worse.

As you grew older it never beat, you finding it rather relaxing. While you watched others race around, trying to find love, you focused on getting better and learning to fight.

You found yourself recruited by the recalled Overwatch, shown around the base. You became fast friends with the Omnic monk, finding no problem with omnics. Eventually, he trusted you enough to show you his own wrist, a heart beat steadily going.

You showed him your own dead one, Zenyatta refusing to believe what he thought. He gently trailed a finger across it before looking up at you.

“Perhaps it is an omnic?” he suggested, trying to keep hope out of his voice.

“I just assumed they were dead,” you rubbed the back of your head, cursing yourself for not thinking about that.

“May I?” his hand shook slightly as he pressed his finger against your throat, watching the beat on his wrist.

You felt your heart slowly speed up and watched the same happen on his wrist. Relief flooded through you and you started to cry, Zenyatta pulling you close. He nuzzled his head into your neck, gently rubbing your back.

Negan Imagine ~ Twists & Turns

After the reader unknowingly gets herself in danger for the group and wakes up in one of Negan’s cells, he quickly takes a liking to his newest prisoner


Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

The cool air hit your skin as you jumped out of the RV, hearing Rick already talking to the others outside and seeing how Maggie got tucked in on the cot that laid on the ground.
This was your only way of escaping them, they had waited for you on every road you had approached since you were outside and looking for a way to get Maggie to Hilltop.
You let out an uncomfortable huff as you felt the tension in your body building up even though you tried to suppress what could happen.

“(Y/N)? As I said before, you stay a good bit away but around us, if anything happens, if anyone, anything comes in our way, you shoot, alright?”, Rick said already a little breathless as he came over to you while you nodded.
“I’m gonna, don’t worry”, you said gripping your gun tighter before you saw how they began to carefully lift Maggie up.
You sighed, seeing the way her eyes slowly closed and the fair light shone onto her pale face.
One more time you nodded over to Rick, swallowing hard before you turned your back to them and began to walk into the dark woods.

Slowly you made your way through the forest, trying your very best to make as little noise as possible before you heard a few quiet voices.
You shifted your body behind a tree, trying to figure out where the voices came from as you got your gun up.
You felt your heart race as you began to slowly look around the tree seeing a bunch of men standing in front of two trucks, some guns in their hands.
As much as you could see they weren’t nearly as many as the ones you had seen before, only 7 men.
But they were still there and Rick and the others were walking right into their direction and you had to do something you had to do your job and protect them if you didn’t want them to end up caught or dead.
Breathing heavily but quietly in and out you got your gun higher up, knowing you had to act fast after the first shot.
Everything else would get you killed before you could do anything else.
Your finger moved to the trigger, breathing the last time in before you shot.

Shot after shot sounded through the darkness while you watched every single one of the targeted men go down before bright light captured you like a deer in headlights.
You stumbled back, before screams sounded through the air instead of shots yelling for you to lower your gun while you stood there like glued to the floor, eyes wide open, seeing a horde of men behind the trucks of the ones you shot as screams turned into a cruel choir of whistles, familiar voices mixing in as you turned around to them, seeing how the stared at you.
A Thousand questions ran through your mind combining into an inextricable mess before you felt a dull pain hitting your head, your body colliding with the floor before everything went black.

Slowly your eyes opened, a few groans escaping your lips as you felt the hard ground beneath you.
Your head was pounding, something around your wrists cutting into your flesh, your mouth completely dry while your eyes wandered in the darkness to a small line of light that seemed to be beneath a door.
Hell, where were you?
Staring into the darkness your mind ran at full speed remembering the last moments before you got knocked out.
The whistles, the shots, your friends, those people, the lights of the cars and something hitting against your head.
They had gotten you and taken you to what the hell this place was.
But if you were here, where were the others?
Were they okay?
What had happened to them?
Why couldn’t you stop it?
You let out a painful grunt as you sat yourself up against the wall, trying to calm yourself down before you suddenly heard heavy footsteps coming closer.

The door opened with a loud thud, the light streaming in and dazzling your eyes before they captured a tall, lean man standing in the doorframe.
“Damn Simon, you didn’t tell me our troublemaker was a woman”, the man chuckled while your eyes tried to capture him.
“Didn’t know it was necessary”, another male voice sounded through the air.
“Who knows if it’s gonna be”, the man in the door frame chuckled while your eyes began to get used to the light and could capture a dark leather jacket, a red scarf and something hanging over the man’s shoulder.
Your heart pumped rapidly against your chest as you saw how he slowly kneeled down next to you, leaning on an in barbed wire wrapped baseball bat.
“Hi, I’m Negan. This is probably not the fucking best way to meet but hell, you really gave me no other option”, he said while you looked into his with a salt and pepper beard covered face as you tried to escape his intense glance that began to analyze your face.
So that was he, Negan.
The man you had asked yourself for weeks, months, who he was while you learned that he probably was someone to better not mess with.
But someone you definitely had messed with.
You didn’t have to live through the last night to prove it, the Polaroid pictures in his outposts had said more than a thousand words.
“So Sweetie, before we start, what’s your fucking name?”, he continued, still looking at you as if he’d devour you any second.
You swallowed, still trying to escape his glance that was goring through you.
Suddenly he grabbed your chin harshly, bringing it fast up to him so you couldn’t do else than look into his eyes that began to darken.
“Just to make it clear from the get-go, if I ask you a damn question, you fucking answer”, he growled staring into your eyes while you swallowed harshly again.
“(Y/N)”, you forced out of your dried out throat while you couldn’t keep your glance from filling up with hate.
“Fuck Darling, you should change the way you’re looking at me but I guess that’s gonna be fucking hard for you if I’m telling you what happened after you got knocked out”, he chuckled dangerously while you gasped as you felt how your eyes widened.
“Would really like to teach you a lesson on another way, but well you have to know, just like your friends yesterday, what I can fucking do, or better what I did last night”, he said still staring into your eyes while you felt how your stomach began to turn, your heart pumping even faster while thousand of questions ran through your mind.
You slowly opened your lips, struggling with yourself if you should ask or not what had happened while you knew that you would probably not get another word out of your mouth anyway.
“Punishment, punishment was damn necessary after you and your people killed an assload of my people. And fuck you people did it twice, no wait three fucking times counting your damn massacre within”, he growled still looking at you.
“7 of my men. 7 fucking men” he growled goring through you with his glance.
“So because of all this shit you people caused we made this sweet little line up happen, first to make fucking clear that you’re gonna work for us from now on, second to kill one of you”, he said while you swallowed hard as your head began to realize what that meant.
“Really Sweetie, I wanted to kill just one which is in my opinion pretty reasonable looking back to the amount of fucking people you killed”, he said stopping at a moment, watching your reaction.
“But your boy Daryl just didn’t want to understand that I’m a man of my word, shit I told them to not fucking riot but he just didn’t want to fucking listen…so well he made me kill another one”, he said while you felt how the urge to gag in your throat grew.
Two of your friends gone.
And you couldn’t stop it.
You couldn’t help them, not like you had been supposed to.
“That’s gonna be hard for you to swallow, I get it, gonna be hard to swallow for your friends to have seen how Lucille here”, he said raising the bat in his hands a little, “beat the fucking life out of that redhead and the Asian guy”, he said while his voice sounded through your head.
Glenn and Abraham.
God no.
A whimper escaped your lips as you heard how Negan slightly chuckled.
“Seems like our troublemaker got knocked on her sweet ass”, his voice sounded while your eyes began to flutter.
You couldn’t even care about that this Man, this monster, saw you weak right now.
Nothing mattered right now, except that your two friends were dead.
Just gone.
Just like the people you had seen on the polaroids.
“Just let that sink in”, he said before he reached over to your hands that were still tied up behind your back.
You flinched as you felt his hands on the wound and sensitive flesh while you heard him slightly chuckle.
“Afraid?”, you heard his dark voice ask before his eyes met yours that stared still bewildered at him in the dim light.
He stared at you for moments, grinning while his eyes didn’t let go of yours.
“Damn I feel like I would have taken you here either way”, he chuckled before he bit his bottom lip and got the rope completely off your wrists.
”Good night Darling, we’re gonna see each other tomorrow, hope you’re in a better mood by then”, he chuckled, getting up while his mouth left a sigh and he placed the bat back on his shoulders.

As soon as the door shut everything contracted inside of you, the biting feeling of grief streaming through your body as sobs began to erupt your chest.
You began to realize what happened and especially who you had lost.
Your head began to pound relentlessly while hot tears streamed down your face and your sobs and whimpers just got worse and worse until you a sound made you flinch up.
“Hell”, you heard Dwight’s voice say in an annoyed tone as he opened the door before you saw him tossing something next to you before shutting the door once again.
The lock of the door sounded as you saw in the dim light that he had thrown a bread next to you.
You wrinkled your nose, feeling like you had to throw up just by thinking about eating it before you shoved it away from you, leaning your body back into the corner, your chest rising at a fast pace up and down before the terror started again.

In this night, you tried to sleep, you really did but neither your hurting body nor your mind and your conscience let you close your eyes for more than just a tiny bit without beginning to terrorize you again.
The only indicator for you that the night of horror had ended, and the day of horror had begun were the sounds of footsteps on the hallway that began to increase with time.

And that just went on until you heard a voice again that let a shiver run down your back, as well as the thud of the door as he opened it.
“Good fucking morning”, Negan’s voice sounded through the cell before you could see him kneeling down next to you and you captured Dwight standing behind him.
“Now, how are we feeling today?”, you heard him chuckling ask before your glance hit him with a glare.
He looked smirking at you, biting his lip before his glance wandered over to the bread that laid still untouched on the floor.
“Oh I see, my little speech spoiled your appetite. Damn I get it, we didn’t have the best fucking start but we two don’t have to be enemies. I’d actually prefer something pretty different to that”, he said while you let out a huff.
This man had killed two of your friends with a damn baseball bat, imagining him as something else than an enemy was pretty damn hard.
He chuckled again, looking at you again as if he wanted to devour you.
“And next to that, I still need you. Haven’t figured out yet for what exactly, but I’m sure I’ll find something great for you”, he said licking grinning over his bottom lip while you kept looking sternly at him with the last bit of strength your body had left.
“You gotta know, you left me fucking mad that night but also impress-”, you heard Negan say before he got cut of my yells for him from the hallway.
“What the fuck is going on there?”, he growled in Dwight’s direction who shrugged with his shoulders.
“Fuck”, he scoffed before he got up and looked a last time down to you.
“We’ll talk later, Sweetheart”, he said leaving you again alone in the darkness.

Your head snapped over as the door opened again, your light sensitive eyes only let you see the form of a man that threw two pieces of paper next to you.
“Enjoy”, you heard Dwights voice say before your glance wandered next to you.
Your heart began to race, your eyes reared up again as you saw what those two pictures actually were.
Photos of Glenn and Abraham’s lifeless bodies, their heads nothing more than mashed skull and blood.
“No”, you whimpered as you stared at the Polaroids feeling how the first tears ran down your cheeks.
Your stomach turned seeing what was left of your friends, the friends you had been supposed to protect.
The door shut the moment your body gave in and the last bit of food and water left your body.
Wheezing and gasping you tried to hold another gag back, your weak arms trying to keep you above the ground while the light of the gap underneath the door shone onto the polaroids that began to burn themselves into your brain.
Hot tears began to stream down your face as sobs left your mouth.
They were gone.
Gone forever and nothing would get them back.
And somehow it felt like you weren’t that innocent.
If you had just seen that there had been more.
But you didn’t.
It took a long time until the sobs slowed down and you began to just sit trembling and quietly whimpering there, staring apathetically into the darkness while the scene of just before you got knocked out played over and over again in your head driving you almost insane.

“Hello Darli-Holy fuck”, you heard Negan’s voice going from amused to shocked as it sounded through the cell.
You still sat there, staring at the wall towards you, unable to stop yourself from whimpering while your head kept pounding.
“Dwight, get someone to clean that shit up”, you heard Negan say before you heard him sigh and someone washed the vomit away you had completely forgotten about.
You saw from the corner of your eye how Negan kneeled down next to you, his glance staying on your body as you began to try to control yourself, even though that remained mostly unsuccessful.
You felt how he grabbed your chin, now more gentle than he had done it the first time but his touch still made you flinch.
Your eyes met his while he looked at your face that looked just like you felt.
Your eyes red and still slightly swollen from the crying, blood sticking on it from that one night, your lips chapped and your glance empty.
“Damn…”, Negan exhaled, the smirk gone from his lips while he swallowed and something in his eyes told you that he wasn’t playing a game right now, he was really some kind of shocked.
But wasn’t that the way he wanted to see you?
All messed up now clearly knowing what he was capable of?
For a moment he let go of your glance grabbed the photos from the ground, stood up and pushed them into Dwight’s hands.
“I told you to not fucking give them to her”, you heard him growl quietly and almost inaudible for you as he was towering above Dwight.
“I’m sorry, I guess I switched things with her and D-”, you heard Dwight frightened answer before Negan cut him off.
“I don’t give a single fucking fuck, just do fucking better”, Negan growled.

You heard his voice talking something more before he kneeled down again holding a bottle of water in front of you.
“I’m sorry for this shit, I really am, was a damn misunderstanding ”, he said sighing before you saw another shadow from the corner of your eyes.
You didn’t look up, your glance just caught how this shadow handed Negan two pillows and a blanket.
You didn’t care if it was a misunderstanding, this man had let his men shoot photos of your dead friends.
You finally looked slowly up, your distraught gaze caught Negan’s this time as he looked back to you and he let out another deep sigh.
“You don’t have to look at me that fucking way, I’m no monster”, he muttered as he placed the bottle, the pillows and the blanket next to you on the ground.
You looked irritated at him, your mind trying to figure out why he was doing this and why he seemed to be bothered by the way you looked at him
“Just take this shit here as a small redemption. Won’t make it unhappen, I know”, he said as he looked from the stuff up to you.
He didn’t even look like he was doing this to manipulate you and have an easier game with you, he looked honest and that irritated you even more.
“As I said I’m no damn monster”, he said, while the chuckling and the whole grinning and smirking was still gone.
You swallowed hard as he let out another sigh and then got up and looked down to you one last time.
“Till next time Darling”, he muttered, placing his bat back on his shoulder before he left you alone with the pillows, the water, and the blanket.

You didn’t want to take something from him, you felt way too guilty for that after what had happened to the people you were supposed to protect and now dead because of him and next to that, that was your only way to show him and his men that you wouldn’t be their puppet.
So the only thing you allowed yourself to do in that night was leaning against the small and soft pile the blanket and pillows created and letting them give you a little support.
The water bottle stayed untouched, even though your throat craved it and you were more than once close before opening it as the polaroids of Glenn and Abraham shot through your mind again and let you back away.

“Time to wake up”, you heard a male voice say as the door opened, but this time it wasn’t Negan, it was Dwight.
And this time he didn’t throw a bread over to you, or even photos, but lead you out of your cell.
Your weak legs had a hard time caring you through the endless seeming hallways with the cold flickering light above you until Dwight stopped as he stood in front of a door.
He grunted, turning the doorknob and motioning inside as you looked warily at him.
“Now go”, he murmured annoyed before you let out a huff and stepped into a bright lighted apartment as you heard how Dwight shut the door behind the both of you.
“Negan wanted me to take you here. He wants you to eat something, shower, change clothes whatever, just do it”, Dwight said annoyed while you turned around to him, looking warily at him.
“What?”, he asked annoyed while you shot a glare at him.
What was this supposed to be?
First caging you up in a cell for days and then taking you here?
“I’d advise you stop with that glaring”, he muttered while you huffed turning around to the food that laid on a table.
And it wasn’t just a bit, it was a goddamn feast for one person.
Was this a try to manipulate you, or was this a fucked you idea of torturing you through giving you all this and then get you back into the little hell hole?
You scoffed while bittersweetly chuckling seeing all the food in front of you.
“Being a little grateful wouldn’t hurt”, you heard Dwight’s voice say while your head snapped over to him.
“I am supposed to be grateful? Do you even listen to what you’re saying?”, you hissed angrily not being able to hold yourself back after everything that had happened till now.
“Yes I am and you should better keep staying silent like you did all the time before if you don’t have anything better to say”, he growled while his hand stayed on his gun.
You swallowed glaring at him before you turned around again.
“I’ll leave now, don’t fuck it up”, he said before you heard footsteps, the door being shut before the lock of the door clicked.
You would like to have revenge for everything but you knew that this wouldn’t work.
Not the way you felt like, not by killing Negan, or Dwight or whoever.
You couldn’t take those chances, not if the life of your friends of the ones you considered your family was on the line.
Probably that’s what they wanted you to do, not do something in fear that someone you loved could get hurt but you’d show them some other way that you wouldn’t bow, just without risking everything that was left to you in this world, without risking the lives of those people.
You already felt like you had two people on your conscience, you didn’t want this count to grow.

You slowly looked around in the apartment.
Next to the food that laid on the table, there had been someone who had put some clean clothes similar to the ones you were wearing on the bed on the other side of the room.
You swallowed, not knowing what to do, you didn’t want to take anything from them, you didn’t want to do what Negan wanted you to do and you didn’t want to get into this game whatever the fuck it was.
But your throat was dried out, your head pounding and your eyes looking over and over again over to the food and the bottles of water and juice.
And again this question came up again in your head:
Wouldn’t you somehow surrender if you’d take anything he’d offer to you?
You swallowed hard trying to blend out the food and the water, you wouldn’t do this.
Doesn’t matter how thirsty and hungry you were, you wouldn’t play this game with him and if this was the only way to show him that you wouldn’t bow for him, then it should be this way.
You stood there for a good while, lost in the middle of the room trying to distract yourself from the stuff on the table while Glenn and Abraham made their way into your mind over and over again.
Somehow you were doing this for them.

Suddenly you heard heavy thuds against the door, immediately followed by Negan opening the door.
He stood there, looking chuckling at you.
“Don’t know if I should be surprised”, he said grinning, his bat swung over his shoulder while he slowly walked over to you.
You looked swallowing up to him, trying to keep yourself as strong on your weak legs as possible.
“I get it. I really fucking get it. After what I did… well If I was you I’d probably take this here warily too”, he said stopping for a short moment, staring at you before he continued, “Maybe you even got a fucking stubborn head,…damn, can’t even really hold it against you that you don’t wanna take shit from someone who killed your friends but orders are orders and you gotta follow them ”, he said slightly grinning while you looked glaring over to him trying to prepare yourself for whatever he planned.
“Originally I wanted to come here, see you freshly showered, all this damn blood from your body and pretty face, with new fucking clothes and repelled, but well, here we fucking are”, he said sighing while he tried to hold your glance.
You watched as he slowly walked closer to you and stopped as he stood just inches away from you and you felt how your heart began to race.
“So Sweetie, I’d really fucking love to shower with you but I feel like we gotta shift that. So you’re gonna take those damn clothes, get yourself under the shower and come the fuck back so we can eat something ”, he said looking grinning at you while you looked swallowing back at him struggling with yourself.
“Listen I like you, so do not fucking make me say it again”, he growled the smirk gone from his lips before you walk reluctantly over to the bed, grabbed the clothes and walked over to the bathroom.
“Why not directly this way”, you heard Negan say as you shut the bathroom door behind yourself and breathed out.

The first time in a while you saw yourself in the mirror and the second you saw it you wished you hadn’t.
You clearly had lost a good bit of weight through your time in the hell hole and your inability to eat any of the “food” they gave to you there, a small wound on your head from which you probably got knocked out was boasting on your tremble, some blood on your face and on your clothes.
You slowly peeled the clothes off your body before you slipped under the shower, turned it on and finally felt the hot water pelting down on you.
You sighed and breathed out, feeling your body relaxing the first time since that night.
You stood a good while under the shower, seeing blood and some dirt going down the drain before you began washing and getting the last bit of it off your body.
You could have stood hours under the shower, just doing nothing but even if you didn’t want to get out and go to Negan, you had to and you probably shouldn’t challenge his patience more than you had already done.

You got out of the shower, dried yourself, put the clean clothes on before you took a deep breath and opened the door.
Negan’s head snapped up before he stood grinning up from the bed he had been sitting on.
“Oh my dirty girl has cleaned up”, he chuckled as he walked a bit over to you.
“You got me real fucking antsy out here”, Negan said as he guided you over to the table.
You sat down, watching how Negan sat down on the opposite side before he raised his brows questioning.
“This food is sure as hell there to be eaten, you hesitated long enough, you gotta be fucking hungry”, Negan said smirking while you could barely keep yourself from holding a huff in.
“Oh come on don’t be so damn stubborn, I’m trying to be less of the asshole you think I am”, he said slightly chuckling as you eyed him before you reluctantly grabbed a bit of the food and slowly took a bite.
“Good Girl”, you heard Negan chuckle in a husky tone before you stopped chewing and looked at him.
“What? If you’re doing good you’re being fucking praised a little and if not you’re being punished. That’s how it is, that’s how the fucking world works”, Negan said chuckling while you continued eating.
“Simon told me every fucking thing about your little attack, you know what I was thinking? I guess you just thought there were only the ones you shot right?”, he asked while he still looked at you.
“Yeah…why?”, you muttered while he bit his lip grinning.
“Same reason you didn’t wait for me in here with a lamp or something else to knock me over. Simple thing, you’re not fucking dumb, you’re smart”, he said while he kept holding your glance.
“And because I think you’re smart, I also know that you’ll get what that thing with the cell was. Believe me you weren’t supposed to see those damn pictures I’m truly sorry for that but for the rest, damn that was nothing personal just something I had to do just like you thought you had to protect your fucking people”, he said while you stayed silent for a while but Negan’s glance kept being stuck on you.
“Why?” You asked looking at him.
“Why what?”, he asked leaning back in the chair.
“Why all this? The food, the shower, the apartment. Why?”, you quietly asked watching him.
“Well, probably a little hard for you to imagine but I can be a very reasonable man”, he said looking at you.
“You seem like a damn fighter to me so I got a whole fucking lot to offer to you if you’re cooperating and next to that, damn Sweetheart I really kinda like you already so I feel like I wanna get to know you a whole lot better”, he said winking and chuckling at you while you stared swallowing at him trying to interpret every word he said.
”Alright, be warily, you got every damn right to”, he said, as he got up and you followed him doing so before he turned around to you.
“Take a rest Sweetheart, get a taste of what I and this place can offer you and then we’ll start right over”, he said before coming closer while his eyes gored through you.
“And who fucking knows, maybe I can offer you a whole fucking lot more”, he said as his eyes focused on you once again, looked at you as if he’d loved to prove that to you right here and now, while his tongue slid over his bottom lip.

You swallowed hard, tensed your jaw while you looked warily at Negan who let out a throaty chuckle that let his chest rumble before he stroke over his salt and pepper beard and the look in his eyes made you asked yourself what the hell he had already planned for you.

part 2

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Brett  x Talbot!Reader

~ Part 1

Word count: 1 549

A/N: Second part of an lovely idea from @lazyneonmonster.


You were head deep in one of the drawers, shuffling among the twin’s clothes for their pair of waterproof coated trousers. As usual you were late with packing for play dates. 

Brett leaned against the door frame and pushed the door open completely, but it didn’t earn your attention. “Shouldn’t Malia be here any minute now?” he asked sweetly and you snap up to turn your head to the clock that hang above the dresser, winced when you saw the time. 

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salty-masochist  asked:

Boys scaring their s/o and then their s/o slaps them in the face as a reflex?

Here you go~!


♥Shu: -you were about to sleep. When you turned around, he suddenly appeared in your bed- Ow… What was that for? Hm… If you want it rough, you just have to say so… Maybe I can oblige.

♥Reiji: -when you slapped him, his glasses fell to the floor. You were praying to God they didn’t shatter.- M,my glasses! -he got on his knees looking for them- You… You better stay where you are, now. If you dare to leave, your punishment will be worse.

♥Ayato: Ah! How dare you… Slapping Ore-sama’s face like that! Hmph! You’ll better cure me now! -you tried to diminish the pain on his cheek, hoping he wouldn’t notice you put a Hello Kitty band aid.

♥Kanato: -he looked at you with eyes big as plates, as if he couldn’t believe what you just did. He started tearing up.- Wh, why did you do that?!

♥Laito: Bitch-chan~? Fuu, did I scare you? But, you see… I didn’t particularly hate it~ I really like this side of you… Please show more~💕

♥Subaru: You… -he roughly pushed you against the wall- …What the hell was that for?! -you slowly cupped his cheek in your hand, hoping that would soothe him.-


♥Ruki: I hope you realize what you’re in for, Livestock. -he grabbed your wrist and slowly started crushing it- No, I don’t want any explanations. Don’t waste your breath.

♥Kou: -you heard someone giggling behind you. The chills that ran down your back made you turn around and defend yourself.- My face! I’ve been always so generous with you, and you repay me like this! -he grabbed your collar- someone has to teach you how to be grateful, M Neko-chan…

♥Yuma: Argh! The fuck was that?! -Yuma stomped towards you, and threw you over his shoulder- gotta give ya a lesson, Sow… You better save that brassy attitude before it gets ya killed… -just where is he taking you?

♥Azusa: -You were about to say sorry, but then you saw a faint blush blooming over his cheeks- Haah… That was nice, Eve… Ne, hit me more…! -he grabbed your hand, not wanting to let you go- … You can use… Your nails, if you want… Fufufu~


♥Carla: You damned human… -with a blast of his powers, you would end almost knocked out in the floor- I’ll let you live, so you can learn your place, woman…

♥Shin: …!!! -he would quickly slap you right back- There. Think twice before raising a hand against your superior, silly. 


♥Kino: Hahaha! Do you think you have some sort of importance in here?! -his hands slowly ran up to your neck, cutting of your air supply- You see, I’m the boss here. Next time I’ll kill you myself. Got it?


“Hmm?” Charles opened his eyes and smiled lazily at Erik. They were both absolutely exhausted, having spent far too much time trying to figure out how to have sex while both were aching for it so much it hurt.

“Do you only like me for my body?” Erik asked.

Charles started to laugh, then noticed that Erik was completely serious. “No. No, Erik, it’s not just your body,” he murmured, reaching up to stroke Erik’s cheek. “It’s not even just that you kiss like a god.”

That didn’t make Erik smile like he’d hoped it would. So he continued, staring into those beautiful blue-grey-green eyes, “It’s that… I can talk to you. I can tell you anything. And you talk to me. It’s that you always tell me the truth, even when I don’t want to hear it. It’s that you know me better than I know myself. It’s that you’re the most intelligent, stubborn, precious person I’ve ever met. It’s that you’re funny in your own dry way. It’s that–”

Erik gently took hold of his wrist and kissed him softly. “Do you love me?” he asked quietly.

“Yes,” Charles breathed, “Unequivocally.”