if you shut the hell up now its your big chance

Our Little Secret-Part Five

Summary: You and Dean figure out how to tell Sam. Later the two of you try something that Dean hasn’t really done

SERIES MASTERLIST

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Square Filled/Kink: Face Fucking for @spnkinkbingo

Word Count: 4300

Warnings: Smut, fingering, oral, rough sex, squirting, language

A/N: I’m sorry. I was going to wait until tomorrow afternoon to post this, but I couldn’t help myself. Thank you so much for reading. I absolutely love writing this series and sharing it with you. Any feedback is always appreciated.



“You want to tell Sam?” He’s got that crease on his forehead, “I thought you didn’t want him to know.”

You smile, stretching your neck, kissing right below his ear, “But you do.”

“You’re okay with it?” He’s confused, “You’re sure?”

“Yeah,” you nod, “I’m sure.”

You’re not sure, not at all, but you kinda need to take the chance.

Dean pulls you up, pressing his lips against yours, kissing you deeply before breaking away.

You giggle, “I guess it will be easier too, we won’t have to come up with excuses for getting a different room.”

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Unrequited

Summary: As a teenager you’d been best friends with Sam Winchester, particularly since your mother and his father hunted together whenever they felt they needed backup. But then you’d moved country, and all interactions with the Winchesters were of the non-physical kind. So when they call on you for backup, you jump at the chance to see your best friend again, not to mention see his big brother, on who you’d had a mild crush on.
The hunt goes well, the rest of the evening, however, doesn’t exactly go your way.  
Pairing
: Alpha!DeanxOmega!Reader
Words
: 3963
Warnings
: A/B/O Dynamics. Smut.
AN: This was an Anon Request! I’m quite pleased with this one, and kinda tempted to write a sequel… let me know what you think of that idea!!!
Constructive Criticism Welcome!!!

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Your phone started ringing for the third time in a row, and you couldn’t suppress your exasperated groan as you tugged a sweatshirt over your wet hair and damp skin. Snatching it up off the scuff-marked plastic table you chanced a quick glance at the caller ID before answering.

Sam Winchester.

Of course.

“You better have a damn good reason for disturbing my day off, Winchester,” you teased, tucking the mobile between your shoulder and ear so you could return to the damp towel you’d tossed onto the bed and set about drying your hair more thoroughly. The bastard knew you were taking a day to pamper yourself, yet still decided to drive you mad with your own ringtone. How very rude of him.

On the end of the line, Sam just chuckled, and you could just picture him shaking his head slightly in amusement.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he laughed, but you could detect genuine regret in his voice. “It’s just that I know you’re nearby, and me and Dean could use an extra pair of hands on this one. Dean will hate me when he finds out I rang… he doesn’t like thinking there are more Vamps than we can handle,” he said. A faint scraping sound in the background suggested that he’d just taken a seat, too.

As you once again dropped the towel onto your bed in favour of your hairbrush, you let out an amused titter. “Certainly sounds like Dean,” you mused, “sounds like he’s well on his way to becoming one of those stereotypical stubborn Alphas you get on TV.”

Once again, you heard the distinctive rumble of Sam laughing. That was when a thought hit you, and your face lit up in a smile so broad that your cheeks actually hurt.

“Hold up… does-does that mean I actually get to see you guys? And I mean see you, not just skype or a screen-shared movie?”

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Silver Lining| Min Yoongi

Life has its hardships especially being fresh out of college luckily you have a gummy smiled friend to help you with your struggles. You managed getting a shabby apartment with a shared bedroom and when worst comes ends up having to share a cold shower as the warm water is shut off. Things arent going so pleasant as the electricity follows off too but the most treacherous of all, you being able to face what your feelings might actually hold. But your just friends right?

Originally posted by bullet-proof-girlscouts

Warning: Smut, cursing, stuff, Best friend Yoongi!, So much friendly bickering like damn just fuck already

Genre: Smut and fluff

Word count: 13.2K Got a little carried away..

A/N: A wild update appears. Okay this damn comeback needs to back the fuck up. Yoongi looks like a meal and bighit is now becoming a jin stan everything it beautiful. School sucks thats the main reason my updates are late as hell. also i found this promt on pintrest but switched some shit. ALSO i am supposed to be doing homework but needed to update please pray for my grades. ALso my teacher was talking about college and im not even a senior so you need to calm the fuck down with that damn word. Okay im done

Oh and you know i had to get a blue hair yoongi on the screen.


Having a longing companion was a necessity to a longing life. Having someone to share the necessitates you were used to sharing alone. The feeling of having another comforting body against your side defeating the odds always seemed appealing. It was often rare for something to come along like so. You would rather find a needle in a hay stack then finding something as extraordinary as other couples demonstrate so. It was never an easy task to accomplish as everyone seeks for so, making your chances limited.

I soon accepted this fate and decided on second best, another companion that seemingly resembled the same. A best friend was well suited for my need, as they held the same traits but still remained rather different. A significant other held the qualities of love and romance as a best friend held the traits of honesty loyalty and bundles of fun. No argumentative sides or going a long period without talking as being away from the seemed like the end of your whole soul. I needed someone to rely on and cherish without that sexual desire yet it seemed almost impossible to find. I was hovering over ever possibility i could get, still lost in the endless hay stack.

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He got hot!

pairing: Sebastian Stan X reader

plot: You watch the new trailer for spider man homecoming and start fangirling and ranting how hot tom looked in the shirtless scene to your boyfriend Sebastian stan.

warning: swearing 

a/n: I dunno if anyone reads this, but I will take my chances I was supposed to write this back when the trailer was dropped but like you can see I didn’t. I’m sorry if this sucks im very pleased with it. 

tags: (i tagged whoever wanted me to post this) @niallandsebastianaremylife @nataliehasgrace @sebstan01 @brokenbbarnes @dairyfarmher9 @sebatianstanisbae @gunsmoke-blu @crazy-rafe-madler @scamandaaaamn


Originally posted by heartfulloffandoms

*gif seb proving he is hot too*

“Staying home and being bored all day check,” you said as threw your bouncy ball in the air and cached it only to repeat the actions once again.

“What are you doing?” a voice came from nowhere. You looked around to find the source of the all so familiar voice, the only you saw other than your reflection in the mirror was a picture of you and your boyfriend Sebastian’s picture.

“Y/n, I’m talking you” you looked at the picture. “Is the picture talking to me?” You whispered.

“Oh, hell nah imma go get the salt” you jumped out of your bed when you bumped into something hard and big.

‘Now that sounds wrong’ you mentally cringed at the dirty thought.

You looked straight ahead and saw that you were in someone’s cleavage. “Well this is something” a loud laughter was heard. Looking up you saw Sebastian.

“It’s usually the opposite, but this is nice too” Sebastian smiled and leaned in to kiss your head.

“You smell” you whined, Sebastian smiled and grazed his hand on your cheek.

“Perks of going to the gym" he passed by you to get a towel so he can go get clean. “By the way, you watch wayy too much supernatural it’s its un-natural” he looked at you to see your unamused reaction to his horrible attempt at a  joke. 

“Sebastian” “Yes?” “Shut the fuck up!” He smiled as he walked to the bathroom and shouting an ‘I love you too’.

 You sat on your bed thinking about what to do you heard a buzz which was coming from your phone. It was a notification from Marvel saying that the new Spider-Man trailer was finally out. 

You’ve waited a long time for this and now it was finally here. You were surprised that Tom didn’t text you yet telling you to check it out.

 You met Tom in the set of Civil-War and became good friends. And since your favorite superhero is Spider-Man you and Tom(mostly you) had a lot of fun making Sebastian a bit jealous. Which is why Sebastian started to roast him. 

Turning on your laptop you went on YouTube to start the video. It’s was already number one in the charts and the reviews were just unbelievable. 

“Is that Tom?” Sebastian asked. His wet hair dripping on the floor as he walked towards you. “Yeah, his trailer came out. Wanna see it with me?” You asked in a cheery tone. Sebastian laughed at your childish behavior “sure,” he sat right next to you as you played the short video. 

“Whoa!” Your eyes were wide as you looked at Sebastian “THAT WAS AWSOME!” you praised. Sebastian laughed once again “ meh it’s ok I guess,” he told you. “Ok? Just ok?” You looked at him “it was amazing! I am so proud of him. He gonna be the best Spider-Man, no he IS the best Spider-Man” you praised Tom some more. "Y/n you just watched 5 seconds of the trailer, why don’t you watch the whole thing then decide what you think about it?“ You agreed and continued to watch the video.

 Your jaw dropped at the scene when Peter was in his room and his spider suit came off. You knew he was really lean but didn’t know that he was like this. Which was nice? But weird at the same time because you considered him as a brother of some sort even though he isn’t much younger than you. You couldn’t think of him as any other way. 

"Shit he got hot,” you told Sebastian. Sebastian looked at you with a raised eyebrow “you find him hot?” grinning you looked at Sebastian and continued to praise Tom about his body and how 'hot’ he was.

 Sebastian face formed into disgust since he knew how you felt about Tom. “But babe he’s younger than you?” He whined “and your older than me what the difference sebby?” You asked. 

God, you loved teasing him. The day went by Sebastian whining like a 5-year-old and you constantly teasing him at any moment of the day. You guys would be eating and you would just bring up the subject about Tom’s abs.

 "Hey, Seb?“ You poked his bicep "hm” he hummed “you know who’s super hot like really hot?” Sebastian rolled his eyes in annoyance “Let me guess Tom Hoeland” he said proud and of his pun. “What no he’s like my brother” you defended “and it’s Holland”. 

“Ok, then who is so hot?” He turned to look at you better. Smirking you turned around to face him and leaned over to whisper in his ear “Peter Parker” you grinned. You started to laugh when you saw Sebastian’s face, he looked at pissed it made you laugh. “I’m just kidding babe,” you hugged him “ it’s you, you are the super hot guy”. He smiled at you and gave you kiss on the cheek. “But you know who else is hot” before you can say anything else Sebastian picked you up and took to your shared room, “I think he had enough of hot guys for one day”.

Pick Me Up (optional bias smut)

(yes I did use ioi’s song as a title for my smut pls don’t fight me) 

warnings: smut, horrible pick-up lines

pairing: reader (fem) x optional bias (male)

A/N: I thought about Ilhoon from BTOB when I wrote this but you can literally imagine anyone! I didn’t proof read this bc it’s late and I wanted to post it, but I’ll do that tomorrow. I hope you won’t find mistakes and even if you do, enjoy reading!! x

(H/N means “his name”)

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You were convinced. He was the most annoying fuckboy you had ever met. There were at least 10 other girls in your class, that were just as good looking as you. But for some reason he had chosen you. You didn’t understand why, but ever since he had first seen you, he hadn’t stopped trying to get with you. The amount of times he had asked you for your number was out of control. Not that you were going to give it to him any time soon.

You had to admit, he was smooth. He never seemed to run out of energy when it came to making up pick-up lines and asking you about your previous boyfriend. You had broken up with him after he had cheated on you. It turned out he had only been in it for the sex, and it prompted you to have lost all trust in boys. Otherwise, mr. fuckboy was the annoying but smart kid in class, who every teacher wanted to hate. They simply couldn’t, though, because no matter how many silly remarks he made, he always made up for them with just as many clever ones. He did manage to make you laugh too, at times when you weren’t busy being annoyed at him. All he seemed to think about was sex. And you.

The worst part about hating his acting though, was, by far, his handsomeness. Of course you would never admit it in his presence, but you didn’t exactly think he was ugly. But being attractive wasn’t all it took to make you open up to him. A boy. Boys, of whom you knew you shouldn’t trust them ever again. Sometimes you felt yourself doubting your devotion when you stared at him. When he grinned slyly after having made a smooth remark towards you before he turned around in his seat, facing the teacher who had probably warned him about interrupting the lesson already. But you were strong-willed.

“Shut up,” you muttered at him under your breath, glancing at the clock in the corner of the class room. 5 minutes to go. You can do this. He grinned, not fazed by your comment. He had just showed you an actual screw he had brought from home. “Wanna screw?” had his exact words been. You had never been this done with anyone. Lucky for him, your teacher had no interest in warning his students for interrupting. Especially because no one was listening anymore when there were only 4 minutes of the lesson left.

“I admit, not my best one. Here’s another one,” he said. Oh boy, here we go again. “If I flip a coin, what are my chances of getting head?”

You wished in that exact moment you could slap his smirk off his face. Why did he have to sit in front of you? 3 minutes left.

“Your chances are smaller than zero, how many times do I have to tell you?” you muttered.

“Actually, my chances would be 50%. But I guess you- Ow!” he let out, as you had smacked his arm playfully. “You know you’ll say yes one day.”

“In your dreams,” you laughed ironically. “Can’t you just behave like any other normal student for a minute?”

And so he did. For the last minute, he turned around and shut up. You were almost impressed. Now and then you caught him taking a glimpse at the clock on the wall, eager to leave just like anyone else in the room. At the same time, you caught yourself staring at him. Black skinny jeans, deep blue sweater, some sneakers. Nothing out of the ordinary. His hair looked a little messy from where he ran his hand through it earlier (Not that you had noticed that, too). Then, the bell rang. Finally. Voices bubbled up and chairs scratched over the floor. You packed your bag just as he stood up, placing his own bag on his table. Rummaging through it, he pulled his phone out, checking the screen. A second later, his face darkened in concern.

“Crap. There’s something wrong with my phone,” he cursed. You were 900% ready to get out of this classroom, but being the good person you were, you worried at his genuinely stressed expression. When he was being normal for a minute, you couldn’t help but be polite.

“What is it?” you asked. He looked at you for a moment, then sighed.

“Your number isn’t in it,” he said, sounding completely serious. Was he for real?

“And that’s the way it should be,” you caught yourself. “I need my break from you when I’m at home.”

And with that, you left him standing. If you just had his determination and used it for school work, you’d have heavenly grades. You dragged your body home, feeling unusually tired. You didn’t have a big appetite, which was unusual, and couldn’t focus on anything.

The next day you were sick. You were sure it was nothing serious, but decided to stay at home either way. At least in your bed you would be left alone. No pick-up lines for a day seemed like a week of holidays to you. It was a Thursday filled with coughing, sipping hot tea and watching your favorite TV show. You felt better in the evening, but not exactly healthy.

The next day you walked into the kitchen. It was morning and you were ready to leave for school again. The second your mother heard the ugly cough leave your throat, though, she sent you straight back to bed. Fine, you thought. Even though you didn’t feel sick anymore, another day in bed surely wouldn’t hurt. It was Friday anyway, allowing you to be excited about the weekend already.

Around noon you decided to check your phone for messages from your friends. You were sure you had missed homework and other school stuff you didn’t exactly feel like dealing with. To your surprise, none of your friends had messaged you about homework. Instead, you found a text from an unknown number.


unknown number: hey

                                                you: who is this?? 

unknown number: if you were a Pokemon, I’d choose you

                                               you: how the hell did u get my number??????? 

unknown number: we got paired up for a project

                                               you: what u talking abt??? 

unknown number: mr. smiths made us a pair for the history projects so ur friend had to give me ur number. its due to monday

                                               you: what the hell???? 

unknown number: I didn’t come up with the dead line

unknown number: btw what’s with all the question marks

                                              you: it’s called confusion

                                              you: so when do we meet up? 

unknown number: tomorrow? my place


You knew your parents wouldn’t be at home all day, and praying that his would be, you said yes. So there was still a small chance you wouldn’t have to spend an entire afternoon in a house alone with him.

On Saturday afternoon you had thrown on a random sweater with some pants, your sneakers and left your house. When you pulled up in his driveway you instantly noticed the lack of cars. He’s not getting into my pants, you told yourself. Why did you even have to remind yourself? For some reason, you felt nervous.

He ripped the door open around two seconds after you had rang the bell. In surprise, you flinched. The way he leaned against the door frame and grinned smugly made you frustrated. And you hadn’t even entered the house.

“Come in,” he made a dramatic gesture behind him, waving you inside. It almost made you laugh. Almost.

“Okay, first of all, rules.” You entered the house and looked around.

“Rules? What is this? BDSM?” he asked. You rolled your eyes. He nodded his head towards the stairs and you followed him.

“Focus,” you said, making him chuckle even more. “No pick-up lines. We need to get stuff done if this needs to be finished by Monday. I really need a good grade on this. Smiths already hates me for no reason.”

“Do I really distract you that badly?” he asked, smirking and turning around to you. His hair was messy, but in a good-looking way. His collar bones peeked out from under his shirt. You guessed he did distract you a little.

“See? That’s what I meant. Keep those comments in. At least until we’re back at school,” you said, entering his room after him. It looked cozy, and like he had just cleaned up. You hadn’t expected him to be messy, but not this clean either.

“Oh, I’m sorry. That’s literally my character, if you haven’t noticed yet, sweetheart,” he said, sitting down at his table, smirking again.

“Sweetheart?” you asked in disbelief. You realized that he wouldn’t stop with his comments until you did. And because fighting wouldn’t get you anywhere, you decided to shut up and start working. Your topic was the most boring subject you had ever heard about, making it even more bothersome to research it. It had been at least three hours. He had kept quite calm throughout it all, but you still seemed to struggle to make progress. You had taken your space on the floor, leaning against his bed. Around you, pens and papers were sprawled across the floor while you bit your lip trying to figure out a structure for your presentation.

“I need a break,” he murmured quietly from his desk. You only hummed, your thoughts focused on the presentation. Your hand ran through your hair, sighing in stress. He cleared his throat, making you jump.

“Looks like you could need a break too,” he laughed. “I’m gonna get a glass of water. Do you want one as well?”

Still in concentration, you snapped out of your trance slowly. You got up while nodding, deciding he was right, for once.

You watched the back of his head as he walked. The work had made you sleepy and dizzy, a little as if you were drunk. Crazy thoughts flooded your brain all of a sudden. Your fingertips tickled at the thought of running your hands through his hair, down the nape of his neck. You had always loved his neck, you just never had admitted it. Shaking your head, you asked yourself what had suddenly gotten into you. All you hoped for was for the water to wake you up and let you focus again. You entered the kitchen.

You thanked him when he handed you a glass of cold water. After you had downed it, you still didn’t think clearer.

“I don’t think we’ll get to finish this today. My mom wants me to be home by eight for dinner,” you admitted. It was already half eight. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

For a moment he blinked at you, then he grinned. You already knew what that expression meant.

“I mean…hopefully you…,” he mumbled. When you playfully lifted your hand as if to smack him, he held up both hands in surrender and giggled. “Okay! I don’t have plans, alright?”

“That’s literally all you had to say,” you let out, shaking your head at him.

“Y/N. Be honest for once. You like my pick-up lines,” he urged you. You laughed ironically. “Deep down, you do.”

“You drive me insane,” you said.

“That wasn’t a no!” he yelled in success, putting down his glass. “Come on. What’s so bad about me? What wrong have I ever done to you?”

You were taken aback by his sudden question. What wrong had he done to you? He had never been rude, only his goofy, sex-obsessed self. You glanced at his face. His eyes were waiting for an answer, hands crossed above his chest.

“I’m just not very fond of boys after my ex cheated-” you began.

“Seriously? You compare me to your ex-boyfriend?” he asked, genuinely offended. It was true, he was nothing like your ex. Much funnier, to begin with.

“I’m not comparing you! I guess I just don’t want to get involved with a guy any time soon,” you admitted.

“It’s not like I want to get married to you!” he argued.

“Wow, thanks,” you laughed at his defensiveness. “What do you want, then?”

He tilted his head at your question as if saying “Are you serious?”. Suddenly, he took a step towards you, startling you. Your body backed up against the counter, hands gripping the hard material as he studied your face.

“You know exactly what I want,” he breathed out. His face was so close to yours, you could feel the air from his lungs on your skin. It made your heart beat restlessly. His hand went under your chin, as if telling you. It was you, he wanted. You waited for his lips, but they never touched yours. He was waiting for your reaction. You realized he wasn’t going to kiss you without your consent. The boy wasn’t just determined, he also had one hell lot of self-control. Unlike you.

You closed the space between the two of you, lips colliding. Kissing him felt like triggering an avalanche of built-up frustration and emotions that had only been waiting to break free. His hands grabbed your sides roughly. He finally had what he wanted. In agreement, he let out a low sound when you pushed your body against his, chests touching. His tongue swiped over your lip, and you opened your mouth instantly. He tasted of bubble gum and smelled of cologne. His hands were even more eager than his mind, exploring your hips and waist, tugging at your clothes impatiently. You felt as if a ton-heavy weight was slowly lifting off you as you relaxed against his controlling touch and dominant kisses. He was right. Sex wouldn’t hurt your feelings. Not like your ex-boyfriend had. But your thoughts of him washed away in a blink when the boy in front of you pulled away and turned his attention to your neck. Your breath was shaky when he kissed you roughly, his teeth scraping against your skin. For a moment you let your head hang back, closing your eyes. His lips were soft but so passionate at the same time.

When your eyes opened, they fell onto the clock above the fridge. It was five to eight. Your eyes widened in shock.

“Wait, hold on,” you mumbled, softly tugging at his shirt. The look he gave you resembled a puppy whose food had been taken away. “I gotta get home, or else my mom kills me. She wants to have a family dinner. I’m sorry.”

He pouted, but nodded hesitantly. You wished you could’ve just been that rebel that ignored their parents for once. But that’s not who you were.

“But you’ll come over again tomorrow, right?” he asked, hope in his look as he showed you the way to the door.

“Yeah. To finish the project,” you emphasized.

“Sure,” he grinned, rolling his eyes. For the first time, you couldn’t blame him for thinking about sex now.

“I mean it! We’re not even halfway through, especially the presentation is not even close to finishing. We still need to write the entire text and draw the map. It’ll never work out,” you suddenly started to worry. Tomorrow was your last day and you had to spend it working with a boy that was sexually frustrated because of you. Which you, by the way, were as well.

“I’ll work on it tonight, maybe I get to finish it,” he said, completely calm.

“If you finish the project tonight I’m the princess of China,” you joked.

“And you’d let me have what I want?” he asked, unfazed. Let him have what he wanted. You laughed at him. There was no way he could finish the project by himself, in that short time. But a boy can dream.

“Yeah, sure,” you said, already out the door. “Bye. See you tomorrow.”


The next day at 3 you left your house, your bag full of pens, books and paper. You remembered the way to his house perfectly, and pulled up in front of it 10 minutes later. You chewed on your lip nervously whilst waiting for the door to swing open. You had thought the feeling would’ve gone away by now. But no way. The second you laid eyes on him when he opened up, you wanted him even more than yesterday. His hair looked freshly done but you wished you could mess it up. His lips were parted slightly as his gaze ran over your figure. You hadn’t worn anything special, just casual clothes. Yet he eyed you as if he never wanted to look at anyone else. When his look met yours, you looked away shyly.

“Come on in,” he said, completely relaxed. Without words you followed him to his room. The half which had the bed looked practically untouched. The other half, however, was a tornado-like chaos. Various pens sprawled across all surfaces and paper with messy notes covered every surface.

“Told you,” he grinned proudly. You lifted your eyebrows when he carefully stepped over the paper maze and grabbed a stack of them. Proudly, he handed it to you. You couldn’t believe your eyes. While he watched you, your eyes scanned the text quickly, making sure it made sense. You had known he was smart, but not this smart. Suddenly you wished you could do all of your projects with him.

“You did this by yourself? Last night?” you asked, still surprised. He chuckled.

“Indeed. It took me until three in the morning, but it’s done now,” he said. “Not a big deal.”

“Why didn’t you work that hard yesterday when I was over?” you asked.

“Honestly? I wanted you to stay over longer,” he admitted. His determination was definitely out of control.

“And now you asked me to meet again. If you were finished anyway you didn’t need me to come over,” you noticed. Then you remembered his words from last evening. He wanted his reward. You caught him licking his lips and your stomach flipped. Quickly, you looked over the text in your hands again.

“Is this how badly you want to get into my pants?” you joked, gesturing to the paper.

„Actually I think I just discovered my love for the history of the Medieval and Modern Africa,“ he explained matter-of-factly. You laughed out, and at the sound his eyes crinkled up too.

“Oh, of course, I’m sure of it,” you played along. “You know I could still say no now, and you’d have to accept it, right?”

He thought for a second.

„Sure, you could and I would. That sounds a lot like you’re saying yes, though,” he commented, smirking his famous, way too confident smile. He had never been more right and you knew it.

“Look. This one time, I’ll let you get away with it. But for the record, you can’t buy me with work. I’m only agreeing because I wa-” you started, holding up your finger. Suddenly, he walked over to you, grabbed your sides and attacked your mouth with his. You let out a surprised sound and stumbled backwards. You didn’t fall, though, because his grip on you was tight and after three chaotic steps your back hit the wall. There was no way for you to leave now, (not that you wanted to anyway) as his hands lay flat against the wall on your sides and he kissed you like his life depended on it.

He wasn’t doing anything particularly dominant, but the way he had you caged between the wall and his body and controlled the way you kissed him made your knees feel weak. Your previous boyfriend had made you feel good, but in a very sweet way. The boy that was all over you right now, however, seemed to not have the word vanilla in his vocabulary. You had no problem with him being rough. When you thought about it you let out a low whimper, to which he responded with a low growl.

“I’ve waited for so long, I thought I was gonna go insane,” he breathed against your lips as your chest heaved at the intensity of his kisses. You didn’t know how to speak anymore. Instead, you grabbed his neck and pulled him against you again. The way his tongue moved over yours made you wonder what else it could do to you. Involuntarily, your legs pressed together.

His hands were pulling your hair softly before moving downwards. Almost innocently they wandered over your chest, but you instantly arched your back, wanting more. They continued over your sides, holding you firmly by your hips. Then, they began lifting your top eagerly. You didn’t hesitate. It landed on the floor and meanwhile, he took off his own. You eyes barely had any time to admire his toned upper body, before they closed when his lips attacked your neck fiercely. His hands grabbed your ass and you moaned slightly. The way his lips played with your senses made you feel like melting underneath his teasing touch. They were rough and biting, and a second later soft and soothing. Your head leaned against the wall as he skillfully opened your bra, letting you toss it to the side carelessly. You whimpered at the sudden contact when his lips closed around one of your nipples, his hand playing with the other. His teeth grazed over your skin repeatedly, surely leaving purple marks. At least no one would see them there.

When he pressed his body against yours, you felt the bulge in his pants had grown. That didn’t take long, you thought proudly. On the other hand, you weren’t surprised. He was basically begging you to let him fuck you on a daily basis. You laughed quietly. While he was playing with the waistband of your pants, almost dragging them down, he reacted.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, confused but amused. You blushed, helping him to get rid off your pants, his following afterward.

“I was just thinking about how happy you must be now,” you explained, teasing him.

“I’m in heaven,” he didn’t hesitate to say. You were busy laughing as he took your arm and lead you to his comfortable looking bed. Turns out it didn’t just look the way. First, you admired his soft sheets, but then your focus diverted to him. To his mouth, to be exact. He kissed down your chest teasingly, but you felt how eager he was to get to your lower region. His hands stroking over your hips so tenderly were a massive contrast to his mouth. He licked and bit your skin until he reached the material of your underwear.

“You’re sure about this, right?” he asked. You wondered about his sudden hesitation.

“Of course I am,” you assured him, begging him to continue with your look.

“And you’ve done this before, right?” he asked. You were taken aback.

“What made you think I haven’t?” you asked, getting really impatient by the second.

“I just thought…, maybe you didn’t react to my pick up lines and jokes because you had never-” he explained. You laughed out. He looked puzzled.

“The problem wasn’t that I hadn’t had sex before, which I have, by the way. Your pick-up lines are just really, really bad,” you joked, grinning at him. He was playfully outraged.

“Okay, wait, you’ll love this one. Why do-,” he began, but was cut off by your voice.

“I am laying on your bed, half-naked and you’re trying to impress me with a pick-up line? You can do better than that,” you scolded him, chuckling. The tension between your legs became more unbearable with every passing second of him not touching you, and you couldn’t handle it.

“You’re right. I’ll show you how to be truly impressed, don’t worry,” he was back to being his cocky self. You were almost glad, because finally he pulled down your underwear. You lifted yourself up on your forearms, watching him as he breathed hot air against your wet center. Gently, his arms wrapped around your bent legs, laying on your lower stomach.

“Please, hurry,” you begged. He smirked, and you almost regretted saying it. Then you sucked in a breath when he licked a stripe over your folds, teasing you endlessly. He chuckled lowly when you let out a mix between a whimper and a groan, only leaving you more eager. His tongue was way too gentle on you. Forcingly, he pushed your legs apart further, giving him better access. When his tongue went over your clit, he suddenly stopped the game. While his finger nails dug into your stomach’s skin, he sucked on your clit, first hard, then softly and so on. He hadn’t been lying. Your throat left a breathy moan when he continued with licking, this time stronger than at first. As time went on, his muscle became faster and you felt yourself become weaker. You had to admit, he looked extra good laying between your thighs. You smiled in bliss, forgetting everything else around you.

“You’re so damn good at this,” you said, but the last part ended in a whimper when he payed extra attention to your sweet spot, making you see stars for a second.

“Told you,” he mumbled, barely pulling away. The vibrations his voice sent through you made you grip the bedsheets tightly. “If you would’ve only realized it sooner.”

He smirked up at you, not stopping his actions. Your stomach twisted in pleasure and anticipation. At this point, holding yourself up was no point anymore. You let your upper body fall backwards, the soft sheets catching you as you closed your eyes. You felt like you wanted to get even closer, although his face was basically buried between your legs. You squirmed under his grip when you felt yourself near your release.

“Stay still for me,” he ordered. There was only a little dominance in his voice, yet it made you want to behave. Even though you knew you couldn’t.

“But I’m so close,” you whimpered. He only took your words as a motivation. Faintly, you wondered how he had gotten so good with his mouth. His hands made you shiver even though they were gripping your body with roughness, keeping you in place. As you felt yourself get closer and closer to your release, your hands went to his hair. He slowed down for a second, but then he realized you didn’t want him to stop. The short break seemed to have left you even more sensitive. When he began sucking your sweet spot again, you almost couldn’t take it. His tongue leaped at your clit quickly. All you could do was close your eyes and attempt to control your moans. Within seconds you were coming, squirming underneath his touch while pulling his hair. Your back arched off the mattress and you moaned his name, no one else on your mind. He slowed down his actions and you shook slightly when he licked your over-sensitive clit one last time before pulling away.

For a few seconds you caught your breath, feeling his arms loosening their grip and his hands stroking over your skin soothingly. You stared at the ceiling for a while as your chest heaved, eyes blinking slowly. For some reason, you didn’t have enough of him yet. When you looked down, he was already staring up at you, grinning proudly at your expression. He gave you no signs of being eager, even though you were pretty sure he was. He was simply admiring you. It made you feel slightly weird.

“Are you not gonna take your pants off?” you asked. He laughed at your comment, shaking his head out of his focused state. Then, he got up and did just that. His boner was prominent and looked almost painful. He made a move towards the bed, almost as if he was going to climb on top of you. Then, he stopped in his tracks.

“Wait-” you began. Use protection, kids.

“Condom, I know,” he said, digging through his dressing table. When he finally scrambled onto the bed, he seemed to have lost all patience. Your hands went around his neck while he pumped his shaft a few times, squinting his eyebrows at the built up tension.

“Ready?” he asked you. You nodded before he had even finished the word. He entered you slowly, but wasted no time in picking up pace. At first, you whimpered at how he filled you up and how sensitive you were. Then, you got lost in the way he bit his lip and how his jaw flexed under his skin. His moans sounded like music to your ears. He was holding himself up on his arms while your legs bent a little, making him slam into you at a perfect angle. You cried out when he almost pulled out fully, only to thrust back into you until his hips met yours, his skin hot against yours. Your hands were playing with his soft hair by the nape of his neck, while he lowered his head a little. He wasn’t kissing you, but your lips were touching slightly, your unsteady breaths becoming one. He repeated your name a few times, as if praising you. His arms flexed under his weight, his veins standing out.

His member brushed over your sweet spot over and over, making you clench around him. He grunted at the sensation, only leading you to do it again. You loved seeing the way he shut his eyes tightly, concentrating on the pleasure. His thrusts were quick, but seemed less controlled than in the beginning, meaning he must have been close. Curses left his mouth, while you moaned softly. His motion became even quicker as he buried his head in the crook of your neck, lips hovering over your skin. His name slipped past your lips when he messily kissed you there, not slowing down his thrusts. When you clenched your walls around him again, he was sent over the edge.

He groaned, his arms giving out and he fell onto his forearms, basically laying on top of you now. His skin was hot and his breaths uncontrolled, face still in your neck. When he looked up at you he looked thoroughly content. You grinned tiredly. He pulled out carefully, making you whimper. For a few seconds you stayed that way, catching your breaths. It was quiet in the room, and you felt energetic and at the same time completely exhausted. Of course he was the first to speak.

“Don’t you wanna hear my pick-up line from earlier?” he asked. You almost smacked him. Then, you laughed.

“Okay, tell me,” you said, leaving him surprised. He was going to tell you anyway.

“People call me H/N, but you can call me tomorrow.”

Favourite color: Black II pt. 1

Yoongi x reader

genre: Mafia!Yoongi, angst, violence

contents of violence, heavy words and so on

Thanks to the anon who requested a Mafia/Underground!Yoongi story, I hope you enjoy even though I changed the plot

word count: 11.4k


Does Min Yoongi stand for death or safety?

Right now it definitely was the first word to describe the rather cruel man and his actions who threatened you with your mother’s life if you wouldn’t obey his orders as he wanted you to. His plans for your further cooperation sounding strange. At first.

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better with you || stiles stilinski

word count: 2238

warnings: heated make out session, little swearing

request: hey there :)could you write something where the reader is very shy so she only talks to Scott and stiles around the pack but she has a huge crush on isaac.She tells stiles to ask him for help cause she doesn’t know how to talk to him so he practices with her and after a while he suggests to practice kissing with her because he starts to realize that he really likes her and the reader gets so comfortable around him that she doesn’t really that she loves him?you can include shy smut if you want c @ephemeral-stilinski

author’s note: so i haven’t written or posted in a couple weeks but i am back! i hope you like this because i’m really happy with how it turned out. thanks to @dumbass-stilinski for proof-reading and fixing my errors as well as @sarcasticallystilinski for also reading this! i’m happy they both liked it! :)

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Mine

Reader x Stiles Stilinski

(NOT MY GIF)

*requested

Imagine: You are in love with Stiles, but thinks you don’t stand a chance, since he only sees you as Scott’s sister and a friend. Plus, you think he is love with Lydia. Then, one day, you get seriously injured. When you later wake up at the hospial, Stiles surprises you by confessing his feelings.

Warnings: sinful fluff with this smol bean named stiles, slight swearing, but eh… haha

Word Count: 2881



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Hey There, Delilah

CHAPTER ONE | I GUESS I’M YOUR DAD

a/n: this one isn’t too long. this was just a cute ass idea that i thought up and so i’m not sure what all i’m going to do with it or make of it, i just needed to write something to get my creative juices flowing for Ryan and this came out of it and i am really excited about !!!!!!!! wooo!!!!!! yay for ~accidentalDad!Shawn!!!!!! 


You’re awoken from your 3 o’clock nap by an intense banging on your door. You grumble and groan and roll off the couch, making your way to the door of your little one-bedroom apartment. Upon opening it, you’re shocked to find a small car seat filled by a little chunk of love that couldn’t be more than a month old.

You squat down to the baby, playing with its little fingers and toes. You look around the hallway, but there’s no one in sight. Whoever’s baby this is obviously left it here intentionally.

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Thunderstorms and Log Cabins (Carl Grimes x Reader)

Word Count: 3,202

Carl Grimes x Reader

Request: Can you do one where the reader and Carl are out on a run together and they’re best friends. But the reader risks her life to save Carl and it causes a big fight between them, which ends up making them get stuck in a huge thunderstorm and they have to stay inside this cabin they found. Carl admits the reason he was so mad is because he couldn’t live without her and he loves her. And the rest is smut?

Warnings: Violence/graphic descriptions of killing walkers, mentions of death, language, slight angst, awkward teenageness, fluff, virginity loss, smut (unprotected. please do not do this in real life.)

“Take that, you asshole.” You mutter as you stab the walker in the side of its forehead, watching it fall lifelessly to the ground. You bend over and pull the knife out of its head, immediately turning your body so you can kill the other walker that’s currently trying to attack you.

Yeah, the run that you’re on today isn’t going as planned.

“There’s still about a dozen more outside this door, Y/N, we don’t stand a chance. We’re going to have to escape somehow.” Carl yells over at you, using his own knife to get the walker that is in front of him.

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Mine - a Peter Parker/ Spiderman imagine

Woah two Tom Holland imagines in one day! Ya girl got a new obsession.

Originally posted by hardyness

“Hey Pete! It’s Y/N…but you already knew that because your phone probably said you had a voicemail from me… and like 20 texts…because thats how phones work… haha… Anyways I was just calling to see if you were still coming for our movie night tonight. You kinda bolted from school today and yesterday… aaaand the day before that so I haven’t really had the chance to make sure you were still on. Yeah, um call me or text me.” Y/N paced around the floor of her room, her had running through her hair as she stared at her phone after pressing the end call button. 

Y/N and Peter had been best friends since diapers. And Ned of course, but Y/N and Peter were inseparable. She plopped her self down on the edge of her bed, a heavy sigh escaping her lips and she glanced around her room, her eyes landing on a set of Photo Booth pictures of her and Peter each one more silly than the one before. She grinned as she picked them up, holing them gently in her fingers as though they would shatter under her touch. Things had been so different lately, her parents were constantly fighting and slamming doors and leaving and Peter had been seemingly avoiding her like the plague when she had needed him most. 

She pressed Ned’s name on her phone, hopping Peter was with him and that maybe he had just forgotten his phone or something. But to no avail, Ned was ignoring her also. She tossed her phone across the room with a groan. “I guess friend night is just for you and me now.” Y/N said to her dog who was curled up at the bottom of her bed before pressing play, turning the volume up to drown out the sounds of her parents screaming.


“Ned you can’t tell anyone.” Peter stared at his friend who already was beginning to lose his shit. Peters phone began to ring yet again in his pocket, he let it continue to ring while and New continued to talk. Ned phone began to ring only a moment later, the ringer specifically picked out for when Y/N called echoing In the room.

“Does Y/N know?” Ned asked and Peters eyes widened. He shook his head quickly. “No she doesnt. And she never will. After everything she has been through lately she can’t know that people try to kill me everyday. I’m pretty sure t would give her a heart attack.“Peter couldn’t bare the thought of hurting Y/N. She was his person, at least that’s what he liked to call her, if anything happened to her it would kill him. He already felt bad enough ignoring her and leaving her hanging so often but he couldn’t risk it. 


 Y/N leaned her head inside her locker, sniffling away the tears she had been crying all night and morning. Her dad had completely abandoned her and her mom. Packed everything and left them screaming nonsense. Her mom couldn’t handle it and left Y/N to go drink and didn’t return home. She had tried to reach out to Peter and of course was sent directly to voicemail. Y/N reached her hands up, forcefully rubbing them over her tear stained face. With a deep breath she slammed her locker shut. Peter and Ned stood on the other side of the door both with cheesy grins plastered on their faces. The grins quickly fell as they saw how Y/N looked, no makeup which never happened, puffy red eyes, tear stained cheeks and stain covered baggy sweatshirt drowning her already small frame.

“Y/N.. you look..” Peter stared.

“Awful.” Ned finished. Y/N rolled her eyes shoving past the two, hitting them both with her shoulders. 

“Definitely the way to any girls heart. Tell her she looks awful.” MJ leaned against the wall near them staring as though she had been there the whole time. The two looked at her for a moment before quickly turning to go and catch up with Y/N.

“Y/N waits whats wrong?”  Peter ran quickly and grabbed her hand, pulling her into an empty classroom and shutting the door before Ned could come in. He had a feeling this was something just the two of them needed to talk about. Y/N stared ahead at the empty chairs, not turning to Peter who stood behind her. Tears threatened her eyes once more and she took in a shaky breath. “please… you can tell me anything… Its me." 

 Y/N let out a sad and sarcastic laugh. She could feel her anger building up inside of her the closer Peter got to her. She turned on her heel and looked him in the eye. "Anything? I can’t tell you jack shit! You haven’t been here for weeks Peter! You bolt the second the final bell rings and when I talk to you during school you are always staring at the clock or your phone." 

 "Y/N I can explain! It’s the internship I- I have been waiting for a really big call and it takes up all my time!” Peter begged. But Y/N just shook her head an annoyed smile plastered on her lips honestly scaring Peter. “I thought you were happy about me having the internship!”

 "Would you just shut up about that stupid Internship!!“ Y/N screamed, Peter stepping back slightly. ” you aren’t listening to a word I say! I can’t tell you anything because you don’t listen! If you actually cared you would have actually listened to me and been there for me when I needed you Pete! And I fucking needed you. If you even cared a little bit you would have been there. But you weren’t, so clearly you don’t. You have completely shut me out Peter. If you want to end it and not be my friend any more please just end it instead of dragging me along like this because I can’t take it anymore.“ Y/N wasn’t even trying to hold back her tears at this point.

“Y/N… Please…” He reached out to her, they were standing so close yet they had never felt so far apart. 

“No Peter. If you won’t do it then I will. Don’t talk to me ever again, its the least you can do.” She sniffled, wiping her tears away before walking out of the room, walking past Ned and MJ and walking straight out the school doors. Peter stood frozen in his spot, silent tears slipping down his cheek as he stared at the empty space where his best friend and the love of his life had been standing just moments before. He was at a loss of words, the only sound filling the room was that of his heart breaking. He was so worried about hurting Y/N because of being Spiderman that he didn’t realize how much he himself had been hurting her. 


Peter sat on the rough of the apartment building across from Y/N’s home, he could see the window he had snuck into countless of times before to Y/N’s room, the flickering of a candle as the only light coming from the room. Her curtains blew slightly in from the light breeze that was blowing through her wide open window. He hadn’t seen or heard from Y/N the rest of the day no matter how many times he called her and looked around the city for her. He ripped his mask from his face feeling suffocated suddenly. He let so stupid for being so blind to how she had been feeling. Its not like she didn’t reach out to him, he was just so caught up in everything that he flat out ignored it. He could hear her mom yelling something at Y/N from where he was sat followed by a loud slam and her mom storming out of the townhouse with a large packed bag. This was his chance, slipping his mask back on he slung his web to attach to her roof, swinging down to land outside of her window.

“Fuck you too mom.” Y/N spoke with no emotion as she closed the door to her room, leaning against it and letting her body slide down it to be sitting on the floor in front of it.

“Now thats no way to talk to your mom.” Y/N’s gaze shut up as she stood quickly, Her eyes grew wide as she stared at The Spider-Man standing in the middle of her room. “Now I know what your thinking and no I’m not here to put you in jail or anything for using that language. I had heard from my pal Peter through the Stark Internship that his best friend Y/N was having a tough time and that he was a complete dumb ass. I figured I would come and try to patch things up. I hear you are a fairly big fan of me.” He stepped closer to her as she stood still, her mouth dropping open in disbelief. “Close your mouth sweetheart,  it would be a shame if a bug hereto fly in here.” He laughed slightly as he reached his finger up to gently lift her jaw and caress her cheek for a moment. 

“This can’t be real life.” Y/N shook her head quickly, pacing slightly in front of him. “I must be dreaming. Or I finally died, jeez that was a bit morbid…” Peter chuckled in front of her and her attention was drawn back to Spider-Man again. A small smile on her lips.

“What?” He asked as she stared at him.

“Oh nothing, you just..  your giggle sounds a lot like Peter’s. I love his little laugh.” She smiled as she bit her lip, thinking of all the times she had heard him let out his stupid little giggle. 

“Sounds like you love a lot more than his laugh.” Spiderman pushed stepping close to her once more.

“What? I mean- oh hell this is all a dream anyways so I might as well just say it. Yeah I love everything about Peter. I love him more than anyone or anything in this world. Thats why it hurt so much. Because no matter how much I say I hate him or how much he hurt me,I will always love him. I know he was just so caught up in the amazing Internship he got. I mean its his future, And I know how much it means to him. I know I was just being selfish. I think I will always be in love with him.” Y/N sighed as she sat on the edge her bed, playing with her chipped paint on her finger nails.

“Well… I know how hard it was for you to tell me that secret. Can I let you in on my own big secret before I give you some advice on what you just said?” Peter was trying his hardest to not stumble over his words, he knew what he said didn’t make the most sense but the love of his life just admitted she loved him too. Y/N glanced up at him her eyes shining with tears. 

“Go for it.” Peter took a deep breath as he reached his hand up, grabbing the top of his mask and pulling it off. Y/N’s eyes looked as if they were about to pop out of her face as she stood up and looked at Peter who had a small smirk on his lips. 

“I’ll always be in love with you too.” Peter said as he closed the distance between the two, pulling Y/N against him and connecting their lips in a passionate kiss. The two finally pulled away as Y/N continued to stare at him her brain unable to think of anything to say.

“This is why I have been so distant, I couldn’t risk you getting hurt from knowing but I was so caught up in that that I didn’t see how badly I was actually hurting you.” Peter admitted. Y/N reached up and punched him on the shoulder with all her strength. He jerked back slightly, his arm reaching up to nurse the light ache.

“Thats for being an asshole.” Y/N said sternly. She reached up again, Peter flinching and closing his eyes only to be pleasantly surprised when Y/N was kissing him once more.

“What was that one for?” 

“Thats for being my asshole.”

Surprise (3/?)

Summary :  You die while being on a mission with the team. At least , that’s what you thought. What happens when you suddenly wake up alive ? What do you do now? & how will the team handle the news after thinking you’ve been dead for months?

Warnings : swearing, angst, violence , fluff( tiny, tiny bit for now).

Pairing, (so far) : Avengers x reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader( No permanent pairing yet!)
* Bold is readers thoughts,  &  italics are memories. *

Surprise Master List          Marvel Master List


“ I CALLED IT! BANNER YOU OWE ME $100." 

 You laugh at Tonys outburst as he pulls you to him, returning the tight hug. ” Welcome Back Y/n. “ He whispers into your ear . 

The rest of the teams welcome was the same, except Steve, Sam and Buckys. 

  Sam lifts you off the ground, swinging your around .” I fucking hoped it was you ! “ he cheers as he sets you down. You kiss his cheek and giggle. Bucky tugs you into a bonecrushing hug as he swears under his breath .  

” Hi Buckaroo “

  ” I cant believe its you Y/n. “ he admits as he steps back to look at you . A smirk forms on his face, ” Damn, looking as good as ever darling .“ he flirts. A blush blossoms over your cheeks.

 ” Bite me Barnes. “

” With pleasure .“ he shoots back with a wink. You roll your eyes .

Steve is still standing there with his eyes bugging out of his head.  ” Hi Stevie .“  your voice shy & quiet . 

” Oh my  God. “ he whispers, still staring at you .

Is he not happy to see me?

  Tears start flowing down your cheeks at the thought. When Steve sees the first one fall he steps forwards, swiping It away gently. He pulls you to him, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your hair. You swear he sniffs your hair, but you ignore it , hugging him tightly to you .

Originally posted by peoplealwaysleave-99

All too quickly his arms disappear , and he is stepping back from you . He doesn’t say a word, just walks out of the room like his life depended on it.You , Bucky & Sam all exchange confused glances at Steves behavior .What the hell? Bucky races after him, while Sam pulls you towards the bar.

  ” You know, he wasn’t the same after that mission.“ Sam tells you as  he knowingly watches you look for your friends.You sigh, bringing your glass to your lips. ” He blames himself for losing you . Me & Barnes have caught him sleeping in your old room a handful of times.  He wouldn’t let any of us pack up your things. “ Your heart breaks at the information sam feeds you ,I never wanted him to blame himself, dammit.

 ” Its not his fault though . He didn’t know-“

” You know you told him you loved-“

” Shut up Sam. “   

He starts laughing loudly , ” Damn , I missed you.“ 

” Yeah yeah , I missed you too bird butt.“  You hear him groan . You giggle, and pull him to the deserted dancefloor.  

” Come on Sammy!“ he doesn’t fight it, just lets you drag him  . The song changes to something a little more upbeat, and he starts twirling you around the floor. You giggle as you two dance, knowing you look anything but suave . 

Originally posted by giftedmotherfucker

  The team surrounds you two ( minus Steve and Bucky) and laughs while they watch you and Sam horribly dance. You manage to coax most of them into dancing, and before you know it the dancefloor is filling with people.   

    You take a break from dancing and weave through the crowd and back to the bar.  You see Steve and Bucky leaning against it ,so you dart towards them . 

” Can we talk?“ you ask Steve as you approach  .  He sighs, and nods towards the door leading to the balcony. Bucky sends you a symphathetic  look before you follow behind Steve.  When the door shuts behind you , you decide to make the first move ,

” Steve -“

” You died. I watched you die in my arms from bullets that were meant for me.“  You don’t know how to respond, so you don’t. 

” You’ve been gone a year , and ive spent every god damn day blaming myself.“ "It wasn’t your fault !  I- ”

“ Your right ,it wasn’t my fault. It was yours. What the hell were you thinking  jumping infront of me like that ! ” he bellows . You’ve never seen this side of him, hes never been angry with you before and its terrifying.

 " I was saving your damn Life Steve!“

” No one asked you to y/n! You aren’t enhanced, you weren’t even a part of the damn team! , I didn’t need you to save me!“Tears escape your eyes, his words sinking in .

 ” I couldn’t watch you die Steve.“ you whisper  


Steves POV

  I let out a dry laugh at her statement, ” So you made me watch you die instead? You were selfish and naïve. You had no place being there that day. You aren’t special  like the others on the-“ As soon as the words leave my mouth I realize just how bad they sound. Before I get a chance to rephrase she speaks,

Originally posted by heartfulloffandoms

 ” I’m so fucking sorry , did I hurt your fucking ego saving your life?!“ she spits, her voice dripping with anger. 

 Fuck , I didn’t mean to - ugh I really need to learn how to not look like an ass.

” Y/n I didn’t-“

” Fuck off Rogers. I thought we were friends, i thought youd be happy to see me but clearly i was fucking wrong. “ She says before storming back into the party . ” I’m an idiot.“ i say to myself,

” Yeah you really are.“  I look seeing Bucky in the doorway . ” What the hell were you thinking ?! That girl saved your ass because she loves you ,Did you forget that ?  Or are you still trying to deny your own feelings . “ he barks  at me.

 ” I need to find her. “ I say as i push past him , I know he is right, i think about the fact that i never got to tell her how i felt about her everyday  .  I search through the crowd of people, but come up empty .

 ” Her and Pietro just left, it was a big night for her . Let her sleep it off.“ Sam says as he approaches me.

 Son of a bitch .


Y/n POV

 You’re thankful Pietro is just as exhausted and overwhelmed as you  .He jumped at the chance to head to bed when you announced you were calling it a night. You’ve spent a lot of night together back when it was just the two of you , never in a sexual way though .    Tears start falling the second you step foot in your old room .  Everything was the same way you left it that day , except your bed. You always made your bed before you left,   right now though the blankets tossed to one side and the pillows are strewn across it. You step closer and Steve scent find your nostrils. He really has been sleeping  in here.

    You shake off the sadness that starts to form, and begin digging through your drawers for pajamas. You both switch from your party clothes into pj’s , then fall into your old bed. 

 ” P, even though its not just the two of us anymore, we are still going to stay close right? “ you question .

He pulls you closer to him , placing a light kiss on your forehead, ” You cant get rid of me that easily Y/n . I never really thought id be this close to someone other than Wanda , I don’t plan on giving it up.“    You lean up to kiss his cheek,

” Neither do I “ .    


  ” Sex must not have been that good, we didn’t even hear you doing it.“  

You groan , rolling on your back as you look towards your open door. Tony is standing there with a smug look on his face . You hear Pietro mumble as he stretches next to you .

"  For all you know Tony, I’m a quiet lover. ” you say through your yawns . 

He lets out a loud laugh , “ I’d love to find out. ”

You fake gag as you stand , all your bones cracking as you fully stretch  .“ What do you need ironballs?”

 " I wanna run a few tests on you two, see how your insides are looking.“ he simply states, you watch as his eyes go to your bare legs .

” Eyes up here perv. You want to do this now?“  You slide on the first pair of shorts you find. 

” Yeah , might as well get it out of the way .“ he shrugs  .You hear Pietro lightly snoring then look to see him asleep again and wrapped in your blanket.

"Seriously?"    you yank Pietro out of bed by his foot . He yelps as he lands on the floor. A strong of curses flows from his lips as he stands .

” We have to give Tony blood, stay awake for like 20 minutes then you can go back to bed ,lazy ass. “ He mumbles but follows after the both of you .      It doesn’t take long for Tony to poke and prod at the both of you. You decide to head to the communal kitchen,  your stomach kept grumbling while  you in the lab . As soon as you step off the elevator you hear laughter echoing through the floor. 

 You keep walking towards the sound, finding Sam , Bucky and Steve sitting on the couch watching cartoons. Are they watching Scooby doo? !

  You fight the urge to yell at them for not inviting you , you still don’t want to speak to Steve after last night. You walk straight to the kitchen  ,but since you have to pass by the couches Sam sees you .

 " Well good morning Sunshine!” he calls, you wave but keep moving.  

You go right to the fridge, finding a bowl of fresh cut fruit.God yes.

You grab it then hop on to the counter as you begin eating.  You moan at the taste of the strawberry ,

 " so that’s what gets you hot & bothered, huh?“  Buckys voice startles you ,causing you to almost drop your fruit.

 ” I’m putting fucking bells around your neck.“ you playfully threaten .

 He lets out a booming laugh while he walks closer to you . He opens his mouth , silently asking for a piece . You roll your eyes as you feed him a grape.   

" Why don’t we go  out and do something today ?” he asks,  you hum in agreement before adding,

“ If I don’t eat right now Barnes, ill be your worst nightmare."  He rolls his eyes at you with a chuckle.

 ” Shes not kidding, I’ve seen her up close when she hasn’t eaten Buck. I’m glad you found the fruit I left you . " Steve says as he enters.

Oh so now hes friendly? Fuck him and his dumb delicious fruit.

 You don’t acknowledge Steves words, or even his presence . You place the bowl of remaining fruit on the counter , hopping down from your seat . 

“ Y/n , can we -”

 " No, I don’t think we can Captain Rogers. “ 

Originally posted by wonderloves

Bucky sighs at the two of you .

 ” Told you she wouldn’t talk to him !“ Sam yells from the couch . You snort, and grab an orange off the counter and lean towards the doorway to toss it at him. You hear a thud then Sam grunt.  Bucky bursts out laughing, and you can see Steve shake his head at your antics.

 ” I’m still kinda tired Buck, maybe we can go do something another day .“ you offer

 ” What about a movie day ?“  His puppy dog eyes on full display as he asks.Jesus, I don’t think anyone can say no to him.

” Damn it Barnes.  Fine. “   You invite the rest of the team for a movie day , but only Sam, Steve , Pietro and Wanda join the two of you .  The twins sat next to each other , laughing and teasing each other the entire time.  Watching the two of them made your heart swell with happiness. They both looks so complete in each others presence, you’ve never seen Pietro so happy  .   

Originally posted by e-dna-e-mod-e

” Mr. Stark is requesting everyone in his lab in 5 minutes.“ FRIDAY announces.

I wonder what new toy he wants to show us  .

    You make your way down, sitting next to Natasha on a stool .

 ” What did he build now?“ you whisper to her

” I have no idea, but whatever it is better not be alive. “ she hisses. You cant hide your snort at her comment. The team breaks out in smiles at the sound 

 ” I cant believe I’m going to say this , but I think I fucking missed your laugh snorting. “ Clint says . You hear everyone agree , making you blush  .

” Guys stop .“ you say bashfully.   

” So get this , “ Tony says as he strolls in .

” You know you’re the one that called us here , and YOU were late. “ you point out

” I do what I want.“ he says with a shrug. Of course you do Tony.

He has FRIDAY pull up two screens, one showing your blood cell samples, and the other Pietros . They looked drastically different, yet with some similiarities.  His have specks of silver in them, along spikey balls attached to some .Ewh is that normal?

  Yours is what makes your eyes nearly pop from your head, you had the same spikey balls , but they are blue, & multiplying every few seconds.

 ” Tony what the hell is that !“ You shriek

 ” Calm down .  Pietros looks the way it does because the particles that came from your TAHITI bonded with his already mutated ones from his enhancements. Weird bonded with weirder and seemingly complimented eachother well and balanced him out. You my dear, didn’t have the prior enhancement, but the program seems to have created some. “ It did what now?

” I’m sorry what? “ He clears off Pietros screen and zooms onto yours.   

” Tony what are you saying ?“ Steve asks as he watches your screen . 

” I don’t know how to make this anymore understandable. Speedy over there, already had mutated cells when TAHITI was administered. He is already enhanced so his cells were trying to heal him the minute he was injured, the program only slightly helped since they were already laced with all the mutation possible. Y/n, had completely normal cells , hence why TAHITI helped her heal so much faster. It seems it also mutated her cells. “  

 You all are still sending him ’ wtf ’ looks, Tony pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration . ” English Tony.“ you say, annoyance clear in your tone.  

” You . Are.Enhanced. Whatever abilities you have just haven’t surfaced yet.“   

  Your mouth drops open,  ” you- I - but - what?“  Your mind cant seem to stick on one question ,the team stays silent as they watch your face scrunch in realization .

 ” It’s going to be alr-“ 

” What the hell Tony !“ you bellow ” How did SHIELD miss this !?!“   

” They didn’t miss it , they sent it over to me  so I could get a closer look and see if I could trigger-“ 

” THEY KNEW AND DIDNT TELL ME!?“

  You hate this, you hate being left out of the loop , and you especially hate being left out when its concerning you . 

   ” Y/n, calm down -“ Steve starts, he puts his hand on your shoulder but you rip yourself out of his grip .

  "  Back the hell off Steve. ” you growl   

 " Sir, it seems Miss Y/n’s vitals are skyrocketing into dangerous numbers .“ FRIDAY announces.

  ” Y/n, you need to relax. “ Tony says as he slowly approaches you .   

” Wait , Tony did you know about Y/n and Pietro all this time?“ Natasha asks suspiciously .  

He hesitates before answering, ” I didn’t know about Maximoff, but I was informed about Y/n when she woke up and they saw the abnormalities in her cells. They sent me her bloodwork when their team couldn’t- "  

“ You knew ? ” Steve slams his hands against one of the tables.   

“ It was confidential ,and even if it wasn’t, I couldn’t risk telling anyone. What If something went wrong and she didnt come back? You’d all be heartbroken  !” Tony defends.

 " I WAS ALREADY HEARTBROKEN!“  Steve snaps at Tony.  At this point, all you feel is pure rage flowing through you .

How could Tony know ,and not even call me ?  I sat in that damn facility for months, and he fucking knew?! And who the hell is Steve to say he was heartbroken! Did he forget our conversation from  last night already! 

  You try to even your breathing ,but nothing seems to help .  You register your name being called but you’re so focused on not trying to kill Tony or Steve that you cant answer. They are still bickering about you like you aren’t even in the room .   ” SHUT UP. BOTH OF YOU , JUST SHUT THE HELL UP !“ You scream at the two infront of you .  They go silent, locking their eyes on you.

 ” Miss Y/n, I advise you take a seat your vitals are showing-“  You don’t hear the rest, everything goes silent  and your vision fades to absolute darkness.

Originally posted by misskathgifs

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motel ‘97 - 02

➵ pairing: jungkook x reader  
➵ genre: mafia au, angst, fluff, smut.
➵ warning: violence, crude language, read at own risk.
➵ word count: 3K+
 

01, 02, 03, 04, 05,

       I never imagined in years time I would be in this situation. Being dragged down a dim motel hallway by some man I had met on not very good terms. His grip was sure to leave red marks behind on my skin. An all familiar case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or merely in my case, dicking around at the wrong time.


I had a fairly decent life. Not too hard. Quite fair to me. I had nice friends and a nice family. Growing up in the small area where city met rural was pretty nice. I lived in a decent sized apartment with my childhood friend Minji. She had been with me through thick and thin. Quite literally. Growing up as a child, I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes, carried with me throughout all these years. I never viewed it as a negative to be completely honest. It was just a burden, something annoying that I had to put up with. That was up until I was about 13. I had a very bad relapse. My weight deteriorated very quickly and I was hospitalized for around 7 months. My body was very fragile and immune system was weak. After that, relapses became more and more frequent. Becoming worse. She would spend nights with me in the hospital, making up for the sleepovers we used to enjoy together. She really meant the world to me. She went through so much just to make me happy during those times.

As we grew older, we never drifted apart surprisingly enough. Minji had many friends in high school while I had few, including her. It never really bothered me though. As we graduated and college became an option, we both decided to stick it out without it for a while. Pursuing our current hobbies. Minji worked to become a tattoo artist and open her own parlor. I worked to become a journalist. Both passionate about our own individual interests. But of course, bills had to be paid, money was needed for necessities, etc. Which is how we wound up in the motel we both worked at. It was about 30 minutes out from our apartment in a pretty rundown area next to vacant highways used for travel of goods. The only cars you would see would be semi-trucks and occasionally city cars. It paid decent and was easy. Although the messes some people would leave behind were definitely not within my paycheck. Disgusting.. But it was worth it in the end. Making enough to live in a nice place with my best friend wasn’t something everyone could afford or have. So I was thankful.


I continued to walk down the hallway with this unknown person, close to absolutely shitting myself. I could make out the outline of a gun tucked into his waistband and I wasn’t in position to take his threats lightly anyways. We reached the elevator and he reached his hand out, lightly pressing the button down and a short ‘beep’ emitted. The doors slid open and we walked in. Met with the same black tile floor and burgundy walls. The ride down was silent until I dared to speak as we neared the 1st floor.

“Can I ask where you’re taking me?” You questioned, feeling small and overpowered among him. Silence. He wouldn’t answer. Continuing to tap his foot against the floor, waiting for the doors to part. He was just as clueless as you were in a way. He had no idea you were just some innocent person. He assumed from the position you were in, you had to be working with someone in an opposing gang. A cheap sellout. Someone to throw under the bus. And boy oh boy was he wrong.

As they opened, you noticed the lobby was empty. “Fuck..” You thought. There goes any chance of help and/or escape. You continued to walk and walk until you were stopped in front of a sleek black car parked at the back of the motel. “Get in.” He ushered as he opened the door and pushed you towards the seat. “Wow what a gentleman you are.” You spat, sarcasm laced in your voice. He walked around the car, yanked open the driver’s door and sat. You sat, staring straight ahead, fingers fumbling with the end of your skirt. “Can’t believe your group would just throw you to the dirt like that Y/N ah..” He pulled the gun from his waistband and began to wipe it off with a white cloth he pulled from his ashtray. 

“Quite sad isn’t it. Just thrown under the bus like that.” You stilled, adrenaline kicking in, screaming, telling you to flee. “I’m a very bad man Y/N. You should know that better than anyone.” He smirked, placing the barrel of the gun against your inner thigh. You began to shake, grip tightening on the fabric of your skirt. “Please..” You pathetically whimpered. “Please what Y/N? You’re a big girl. Use your words.” He smiled, leaning in dangerously close to your face. “Please don’t kill me.” You whispered, closing your eyes. A small tear rolling down your cheek. Was this really how I’m gonna go out?  At the hands of some psychopath? You thought. You always imagined it would be some health issue from all the relapses you had in the past.

He cocked his head to the side, surprised by your choice of words. “Don’t worry beauty, I won’t unless you give me a reason. You could be of some use to us. This, this right here-” He waved the gun around, frightening you even more. “This is all for show. Unless of course you give me a reason to make it worth its capabilities.” He yanked the keys out of his pocket and started up the car. “I can promise that I won’t kill you for now, maybe hurt you a bit, but the others?” He paused. “I can’t promise they won’t hurt or kill you.” He said seriously. He sure knows how to comfort someone… Fuck. What do I do now.


You had been driving in silence for awhile, the only source of sound being the radio. The volume was low but you could still make out the songs being played. You kept your eyes on the horizon, the orange lights overhead distracting you every now and then. You snapped out of your train of thought when he pulled into a small gas station. There were only 2 other cars in the parking lot. The lights overhead, flickering and dim. “Stay here. I’m serious. Remember.” He patted the gun in his waistband. You simply nodded and watched as he strutted into the small market.

Once the door swung shut, you frantically looked around for anyone or anything you could use to your advantage. Glaring at the other cars, trying to see if anyone occupied them. Just to your luck, two men, around the same age as your captor you assumed, stepped out of the car opposite the parking lot. They eyed the car suspiciously. One of them leaned over and spoke to the other. He then nodded and moved closer for further inspection. You viewed this as an opportunity for help and took it.


Unknown POV

“You sure that’s one of those brat’s cars?” He spoke, dragging the cigarette from his lips. “Yeah. Look at the license plate.” The other nodded his head in the direction. “It’s one of Cypher’s.” He moved closer for inspection and noticed a figure in the passenger seat. “Someone’s in the car. It looks like a girl. Do they have any girls working under their name?” He asked. “Nah, probably just one of their whores.” The other spoke, startled at the sound of the car door being opened.

You stepped out, tightly clutching your bag, looking between the men and the door. One of them had blonde hair, was fairly short, but still taller than you. The other had black hair and a sharp nose. “I need your help please. I’ve been taken by someone and I don’t know them or what they want from me.” You rambled on, panicking that he would emerge from the doors any second now. “Don’t ya have a phone on you, kid?” The blonde one snickered, throwing their cigarette on the ground, stomping it out. “N-no. He took it. Please just help me! I don’t know-” “Y/N.” A voice spoke from behind you. Shit. “What did I tell you?” He snarled, advancing towards me. The black haired one stepped forward. “No way! Look who it is!” He slapped the arm of his friend.

 “Jungkook Ah! It’s been such a long time wouldn’t you say?” The one with blonde hair spoke. So that’s his name. “Fuck off Yoongi. Y/N get in the goddamn car now.” Jungkook violently cursed. You looked between the two and stood still. I mean what the hell was I supposed to do in this situation?? “I don’t think she wants to Jungkook… Ah.. Poor thing was just telling us how you kidnapped her..?” He licked his lower lip, smiling tauntingly. Jungkook hissed and grabbed my hand, yanking me towards him. Yoongi also reaching for me and grabbing my bag. With ease, it fell off my shoulder and landed at his feet as Jungkook continued to shove me in the car.

 “Wait! I need my bag! It has my-” I was abruptly cut off by the door slamming in my face. I need my insulin. My blood sugar levels are way below than what they should be. I could hear the 3 bickering outside the door when a loud bang made me jump and a small scream escaped my throat. 

I looked out the window to see the blonde one clutching his shoulder, red liquid oozing through his shirt and onto his hand. My eyes widened and Jungkook was quick to walk back around to the driver side of the car. “Still trigger happy after all these years Jeon?” The blonde one yelled furiously as he got back into his car, rolling the window down.. He quickly pulled out a gun and began firing at the car. I screamed and threw my head down beneath my legs. Jungkook quickly shoved the keys in and reversed the car, taking off out of the vacant parking lot, with them following close on our tail.  I was crying hysterically at this point.


 Jungkook recklessly drove and took a series of turns to get us out of the area. “J-Jungkook we have to g-go back. I need my bag!” You panicked. He slammed on the brakes and you jerked forward

. “Are you fucking crazy? For a bag? They could be anywhere right around any of these goddamn corners!” He slammed his hands on the wheel. “Girls and their fucking possessions man..” He shook his head. “No.. Jungkook you don’t get it.” You slowly lifted the edge of your shirt to reveal the pump that was attached to the waistband of your skirt. “I need my insulin. I can’t have another relapse. I need it..” You slowly breathed out. He eyed over your distressed frame. Tears covering your cheeks, irritated eyes, messy hair. His mouth went slightly agape. “We can’t go back. When we get back to the warehouse, I’ll have the guys work something out.. Just um..” He was at a loss for words. “I’ll hurry.” He said pulling his phone out, scrolling down a bit and pressing call on one of the contacts. “Just get Jin and tell him to hurry.” He ended the call. He didn’t know how the hell to react to this situation. Usually if it was just another bitch he wouldn’t care. But something was just off about you being in this position.

Jungkook sped down the empty streets, not giving a shit about speed limits at this point. He occasionally looked over at your figure, the irregular pattern of rise and fall your chest followed. Your hands fidgeting and twitching as stress increased. The car suddenly took a turn and followed a isolate road covered by trees. The car pulled up to a large warehouse that looked pretty worn down. The car came to a sudden stop and Jungkook got out and opened your door. Your vision became distorted and eyelids began to twitch shut. 

“Y/N?” Jungkook asked, waiting for a response. Your eyes fell shut and you fell forward, Jungkook reacting fast enough to catch you in his arms. “Oh shit..” He said trying to get a better grip on your body. “Jin!” He yelled in the direction of the warehouse. He tried to pull you up, but failed. “JIN!” He yelled louder, a few other members stepping outside, concerned. Just then, he parted from everyone and glared over at Jungkook and the girl. “Was she shot?!” He called out, approaching the two. “Uh, no, I just need help! Help me get her to the infirmary hall.” He breathed out, running a hand through his disheveled hair. Jin helped Jungkook lift your body and carry you to the infirmary. “Who is she?” Jin asked as he quickly shoved the door open and prepared a bed. “I’ll explain later, just hurry.” He snapped, impatient. “She has diabetes. I’m not sure what type but she needs insulin.” Jungkook said placing your unconscious body on the bed. “Just.. Just help her.” He said leaving the room.

 Jungkook walked back out to his car and sat in the driver’s seat in silence. He sighed, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, Tossing the lighter down to wherever. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. Surely you had to be working under someone else to be in that predicament. A vibrating sensation in his pocket startled him as it dawned on him that he still had your phone. He removed the cigarette from his lips and tossed it out the window onto the concrete.

 He pulled the phone out, the bright light causing him to squint his eyes. He looked at your lockscreen. It wasn’t anything out of the familiar. It was just a picture of you and Minji swinging at a park. He ran his thumb over the screen and stared intently at the picture. He bypassed your password and went for your texts. Surely enough, it wasn’t what he expected. No mission dates, no dirty work, no meetings, just texts between you and friends & relatives. He exited out of your messages and went for your pictures. Same result. No proof pictures, no evidence, just random pictures. 

He tapped on a picture of you and Minji on her 21st birthday. Minji had on a sleek black dress and you had on a similar dress in dark red. His eyes traveled over the picture, before swiping through more of the pictures taken that night. He came across a picture of you and Minji completely wasted afterwards taken by her friend. He let a small smile slip as he looked at you completely sprawled out on the floor over Minji in your apartment. Both out like a light. He sighed and stuffed your phone back into his pocket. Surely you had to be working with someone. He couldn’t be wrong on this, could he?



Your eyes slowly drifted open, many bright lights hitting you all at once. Where am I? I don’t remember. Was that all a dream? You thought to yourself as your senses slowly came back. And surely, it was not a dream. You were in a room with all concrete walls and a small window at the top near the ceiling. In the room with you was another bed, a sink and drawers. You looked around and adjusted to your settings. You were laying in a white hospital like bed with an IV traced in your arm. You looked down to see your clothes were changed. 

Who the hell changed my clothes? You were sick at the thought. You were in a large white T-shirt and simple black running shorts. You carefully moved your hand over to check your insulin pump and it was back to normal and regulated. Then it dawned on you, the memories of the last 24 hours flooding into your mind. Your breathing hitched and you became very uneasy. You pulled the IV out of your arm and immediately stumbled out of the bed to try and find any weapon possible. You hit the floor with a thud and a cry escaped your lips as a loud crash was certainly heard to anyone nearby. You crawled over to a nearby counter and found a needle gauge and grabbed it.

Just then, the door swung open and in walked an unknown man. “Hey Jungkook, princess is awake!” He spoke. He had bright red hair and a playful smile. You tighten your grip on the small weapon and backed in the opposite direction from him until your back hit the wall. “Get the fuck away from me.” You warned. He raised his hands and began nearing you like some sort of trapped animal. “I SAID GET AWAY!” You roared, just then another tall man walked in with a shocked Jungkook behind him. 

You placed your hand on the wall behind you, slowly easing yourself up. “Hey, hey, you’re okay. My name is Jin. Please put the needle down Y/N.” He had a white lab coat on and black attire underneath. “No one is going to hurt you, okay?” Jin pushed the man behind him and approached you slowly. Your hand began to shake and turn white from gripping so tightly. Jin placed his hand on top of yours and slowly removed the needle. “Good..” He spoke softly. “Please take a seat Y/N. I know you’re scared right now. But I promise, no one is going to hurt you. I won’t let them.” He sincerely smiled as he guided you back towards the bed. Your eyes met Jungkook’s as you carefully sat down again.

 “Jungkook told me that you had passed out due to lack of proper blood sugar and you have diabetes type 1, correct?” Jin asked as he picked up the items you recklessly knocked down. You nodded. Jungkook walked beneath the bed. “Y/N, take this, It has everything you should need for a proper recovery.” Jin said, handing you a small bag. “I need to go help Sungjae’s team. Jungkook take her to the spare room please.” Jin said rushing out the door and down the hallway. “Um. Follow me.” Jungkook awkwardly said.

You walked out of the small room with him and out into the bigger hallways. This place was huge. You noticed a bunch of other men walking up and down the hallways, weapons in tow. White concrete walls, large windows, countless rooms. This place did not match it’s outside at all. “I see she’s awake now. That’s good.” Someone smiled, patting Jungkook’s shoulder as he walked past. Jungkook just nodded and continued walking. You reached the end of the hallway and Jungkook took out a key and unlocked the door. He carefully pushed it open and placed his hand on the low of your back as he let you walk in. You slightly flinched at his touch but ignored it and walked into the small room. A decent sized bed, nightstand and a bookshelf with a few books on it. A bathroom was connected as well. Jungkook followed you in and shut the door behind him. You whipped your head around. Why is he still here?

              “Y/N, please sit. We need to talk.” 

Reggie x Reader: We Could Happen (One Shot)

(A/N: SHOUTOUT TO @trashyemonerd​ for this request and I am so sorry it took so long I have finished this story days ago but COMPLETELY FUCKING FORGOT I AM A TRASH but I hope you enjoy it)

Plot:The one where all Reggie needed was a chance you were afraid to give.

Originally posted by riverdalebish

“Good morning, sunshine.”

You rolled your eyes, internally groaning, when you heard the all too familiar voice from behind your locker door. You quickly took your Pre-Calculus book as quickly as possible and slammed your door shut. As expected, the cocky football captain was already leaning his shoulders on the locker beside, seemingly not minding the fact that the owner of said locker has been trying to get past him for the last thirty seconds.

“Hello, Reggie,” he also didn’t seem to mind your lack of enthusiasm.  “,here for your daily schedule of annoying the ever loving fuck out of me?”

“You wound me, darling,” he leaned back and dramatically fisted his white shirt in mock offense. Although, his award winning smile managed to stay on his face, showing you how misleading it was.

You rolled your eyes once more, hoping to God it will not get stuck at the back of your head from the amount of times you seem to roll your eyes at him. You turned your back at Reggie and started walking away, not wanting to get dragged at his silly games so early in the morning.

“Sunshi – Sunshine, wait!” You huffed, trying to will yourself not to listen which was proven fruitless considering the difference in your leg span.

“(Y/N).” You were given no choice when Reggie forcibly stopped you in your tracks with two hands gripping your shoulders tightly. “I –“

“I don’t want to be late, Reggie –“

“Just listen to me!” your eyes widened at the tone of his voice, looking around, and thanking God, when you saw that most of the students have already went inside their respective classes.

You are so late.

It didn’t matter anyway, not when Reggie was hastily dragging you away from the main campus but towards the football field.

“Reggie, stop!” You harshly pulled your hands back, wincing from the sudden sharp pain, making him effectively look back to you. When he noticed how you held your hands and the pain in your face he was quick to take your damaged wrist and checked it for any serious injury.

He sighed in relief. “Sorry.”

He seemed so sad when he started to put a bit of a distance between you two that you actually felt bad. “It’s okay I just – I had Calculus and I … I didn’t want to miss it since I’m shit at –“

“Why don’t you like me?”

You felt your heart tighten. When you looked up at him he was already sitting on the ground, looking at everything and nothing altogether, staring at his hands that were tightly wounded together in front of him.

He looked so beautiful with the 8 o’clock sunshine that you bit the inside of your cheeks to stop yourself from confessing right then and there. You wanted to tell him, how wrong he was, how much you liked him, and how you fear the day he will finally get tired of you and stop pursuing you because, believe it or not, you had a heart too. And Reggie Mantle took it in his own annoyingly persistent manner.

“Why do you?”

Your insecurity that had built up over the past few months finally broke away.

That seemed to catch him off guard as his neck nearly snapped from looking at you too quickly. “What?”

You sat beside him hugging your knees close to your chest. It was now or never. “Am I a joke to you, Reggie?”

Reggie didn’t stop staring at you, studying you, wondering what he did to make you ask a question as horrible as that. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Reggie’s mind was running. Was it him? What did he do? He was pretty sure he had been loud and clear with his feelings for you, literally. (Screaming it at the whole cafeteria that he was asking you out and any other boy can go fuck off and is only wasting their time was probably not the best idea but still.)

Was it one of his teammates? They do tend to run their mouth which you could’ve misunderstood but if it was them then Reggie would not let it go this time, not when it comes to you.

Was it one of your friends? They never did like him and the feeling was mutual but he didn’t think they’d stoop so low as making you think he was only playing with you.

“I just …” Reggie’s mental murder streak was stopped when he heard you speak, “It’s weird. It was like our whole lives I was a nobody to you and for me you were just a dumb jock that bullies my friend every once in a while and then suddenly … suddenly it was – you are –“

“Sophomore year, don’t you remember?”

This time it was your turn to stare but he wasn’t looking away. “We just lost a game, my first game as the team captain and … and I was –“

“Beating the shit out of a tree …” You stopped your jaw from gasping when you remembered.

“… who did nothing wrong to me.” He finished with a shit-eating grin.


“Reggie, enough!” You wrapped your arms around his waist from his back and dragged him away from the tree that had a huge and bloody dent in its trunk. But you underestimated his weight causing the two of you to fall to the ground.

You prepared for the impact but Reggie was thankfully a boy full of instincts and managed to turn the both of you around so he landed on the ground and you landed on his chest.

“(Y/N)?” he asked, obviously dishevelled and confused.

You could feel all the blood in your body rush to your head when you saw how close your faces were from each other and how he seems to know your name and how he probably thinks you’re a creepy stalker that has an altar of him in your room where you perform blood sacrifices – so you quickly pushed yourself away from him.

“What the hell were you doing punching a fucking tree like that, dumbass.”

You tried to calm yourself by berating him and even if he did look confused he managed a chuckle, as if being woken up from a dream, and shook his head.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, sitting up with you. “, wanted to release some frustration.”

“By beating the shit out of a tree who did nothing wrong to you?”

You two at you stared at each other in silence, before he started cracking up and you doing the same.

“Yeah that kinda sounds dumb when you say it like that.”

The two of you laughed some more and despite being in the woods where monsters and serial killers could rest at the middle of the night the two of you actually felt comfortable and safe with each other. When the silence stretched out long enough to be awkward you decided to cut it off with a knife.

“Come on, let me fix up that hand of yours,” you stood up first and held out your hand for him which he took immediately

“You really are nice, aren’t you?” he snickered. “I mean I’ve heard the rumours of sweet lil’ (Y/N) but I never thought—“

”Shut up,” you lightly punched him in his arms.”I expect you to be kicking ass next game and you can’t do that with fucked up hands.”

“Well, as thanks,” you were shocked when he didn’t let go of your hands even when you started walking. He didn’t seem to notice and you really didn’t mind. It wasn’t everyday you get to hold hands with Reggie Mantle. “, let me reserve you a front seat next week. Best view.”

The two of you stared at each other for what felt like forever but was only a few seconds in real life. You snorted, and looked away.

“Just win the bloody game, captain.”


“You remembered …” you whispered, in shock.

“Not really something you can just forget.”

“Considering we never even talked like normal human beings after it, it wasn’t that unlikely.”

“I,” he scoffed, rubbing the back of his neck, seemingly embarrassed. “Unfortunately, I’m not good with having crushes. I kinda … I panicked and didn’t know how to, uh … talk to you … properly.” 

His eyes widened when he saw you biting down the impending laughter that was about to explode from your mouth. ”In my defense, I never had a crush before so … I’m sorry?”

You can feel another urge to laugh and coo from how cute the big bad Reggie Mantle looked with a flushed face while simultaneously trying every angle possible to not look in your eyes.

“Uhm … I know you don’t like me that much right now but I swear to you I’m not joking when I said I like you. “ He cleared his throat, looking straight at you making you feel more flustered than you have ever been your whole life but you didn’t have the heart to look away. “And I know I am probably shooting for the moon and you are totally out of my league but a boy can dream, right?”

You were shocked by his words. You never thought Reggie Mantle, of all people, would be that good with words. You weren’t a mind reader but you know a genuine confession when you hear one.

You decided right then and there that the two of you deserved a chance.

“I eat breakfast at 5 am every Sunday at Pop’s.”

“What?”

“Exactly what I said,” you felt a sudden surge of confidence run in your veins.

It’s a pretty huge confidence booster when the infamous resident asshole of Riverdale High decides to drop his ‘I’m-a-jerk’ act and confesses to you. You didn’t even bother to bite back the smile that exploded in your face.

You leaned towards Reggie and decided to end his torture as you gently gave him a peck on the cheeks.

“Do what you want to do with that information.”

A Better Man

Anonymous said:85. “I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor.” with Jamilton in the Uncharted AU?

Anonymous said:Number two Jamilton??? POSSIBLY TREASURE HUNTERS/UNCHARTED AU? 

tori-toni said:Do you mind writing #2 from the prompt list with Jamilton please? You’re the best💙 

Anonymous said:2 jamilton pls 

porksoda01 said:can i request a fanfic?? i would really really love Uncharted AU Jamilton Either number 2 or 91 Also i really love your art and your fanfictions, bury me with them

#85  I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor.” #2  “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

1,160 words for the Uncharted au 


The rush of relief Hamilton feels when he finally knocks on the crooked door of this third rate hotel room almost brings him to his knees. He’d had to give the remainder of the water logged bills in his pocket to a rug merchant in the plaza to get the name of the place, had had to bribe the clerk with his watch for the room number but in the end it was worth it. Despite his fatigue, his stomach rolls in anticipation. Even after everything that’s happened it still does, it always will. But that’s not what’s important right now.

He knows he has no right barge in like this, but the situation is urgent and he has nowhere else to turn, no one else he could trust with this. If he thought there was someone else he wouldn’t be here asking this much. He knows he has no right to be asking for favors, especially not one this big, not after what he’d done to him, to the two of them. But those psycho power hungry British D bags have the only person Alexander has ever considered as a father figure in their clutches, and once they get what they need from him they won’t hesitate to kill him, he’s sure of that. They’re ruthless and determined as hell to cover their tracks, which is why Alexander needs this favor. He only hopes that can put their messy history aside for the sake of their mutual friend

The door swings open and Hamilton practically collapses inside, feeling his way along the wall over to the couch overburdened with hand woven blankets. He drops boneless onto it, clutching at the shooting pain just below his right rib. His whole body aches. He’s see a lot of shit in his life but that ordeal may take the cake. His arms have never felt so heavy, he’s never been this thirsty in his entire life. Hamilton leans back against the sofa with a groan.

“Alex? Oh my god, what happened?”

His body screams at him to stay prone and let sleep overtake him, he hasn’t slept in nearly thirty six hours? Maybe longer. He’s on the verge of passing out but that’s simply not an option. Despite the shooting pain in his- everywhere- Alexander lifts his head and prys open his eyes.

Thomas is still as amazing as always. Strong and witty and surprisingly cunning. Hamilton never deserved him. If he’d cared about him at all he would have left him be, would have tried to shield him from this ongoing shitstorm that is his life. He deserves to be safe, to have that white picket fence life he would have had if he and Alexander had never met. And Alexander had tried, god had he tried to live up to Thomas’ expectations of him, but the unknown and the thrill and freedom of this work had been like a siren call to him. They were both unhappy, Alexander had felt trapped though it was never Thomas’ fault. He often fears that’s how Jefferson had interpreted his restlessness. If he could do it over again Hamilton knows he would do better, because this treasure hunting may be his life, but Thomas is the only thing that’s ever made it worth living, a bigger reason to make it out alive then simply spite or egotistical ambition. If he could do it over again he’d be better, but Alexander knows he doesn’t deserve that chance, he’s got no right to drag Thomas down again.

So, instead of saying any of this, instead of offering up any number of  apologies or affectionate greetings, Hamilton stammers out. “I need a favor.”

Jefferson  is at his side in an instant, sitting right there beside him on the couch looking mortified. “Hey hey hey, it’s okay. They can’t hurt you now, alright. Okay whatever this is we’re going to get through this. Alex what the hell happened to you?”

“Pirates” he gasps, stabbing pain shooting up his chest as he tries to readjust himself.

“Are you bleeding? Alex-” Thomas tries to pull his hand away but Hamilton waves him off.

“It's’ fine. Thomas listen, they have Wash, King and Hail, they got him, they’re going into the disaster and I need to go after them.” He desperately needs some water too but that can wait for now.

“No no no Alex no” Thomas chides him, trying so hard to keep it together, but Alexander can hear the trembling of his voice.  He pushes the limp, blood caked, salt crusted hair from his face, rub his thumb gently over Alexander’s cheek. “You need to rest alright? You need to rest-”

“- I don’t need to rest Thomas-”

“-You need to rest and let me clean you up and- and call a doctor.” Thomas finishes firmly.

“I don’t have time okay.” he pushes Jefferson’s hand always despite how much it hurts him to do so. “I just need to find them before they disappear again. I just need information, then I’ll be out of your hair.”

“You think I’m just going to let you go back out there like this? All by yourself?” Jefferson eyes are hard and indigent now. “Alex, they have a whole army, and you could barely make it to the couch. It’s a suicide mission.”

If he had more energy, maybe Hamilton would have put up a better fight. Instead he just mumbles. “It’s Wash, Thomas- I can’t just, abandon him.”

“And who’s going to save him when you get yourself killed?” Jefferson snaps. “Honestly Alexander, you’re so stubborn. Would you just shut up and listen to me for once?! Instead of running right back out there to get yourself killed because you’re too proud to admit that you’re human, or that you need help, you idiot!”

“I almost died you know.” Hamilton relies, which probably doesn’t help his case or ease Thomas’ nerves at all “A little sympathy would be nice.”

“I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor.” Jefferson says, and while the statement itself is harsh, Alexander sees the way the other man softens around his edges, his voice low and disappointed above all else.

Hamilton sighs, and he remembers how painfully breathing is at the moment. “Thomas, please can you just-” he runs a hand wearily over his face. “Please, just call James, or Laf, see if anyone has any information about where they might have taken him. Please.”

Thomas looks like he wants to say more but at the same times knows that it would be worthless to try and convince him any further. “Okay” he whispers, standing from the couch. Instantly Alexander misses his presence.

He disappears into the kitchen for a few minutes while Hamilton fights very hard against his bruised and battered brain to stay conscious. Jefferson returns with a glass of water and that same troubled, disappointed expression. Alexander shuts his eyes tight to hide himself from its gravity. He so tired of disappointing Thomas, after this he swears he’s going to do better.

“Here-” Jefferson presses the glass into his hand as he settles down beside him on the couch once more. Hamilton takes it and gulps it down greedily. “Laf says they’re caravan is already two days into the desert.” his heart plummets “But there’s a plane scheduled to drop off supplies, it leaves from the airport one town over.”

Alexander quickly finishes the water, resisted the urge to lick the remaining drops from the side of the cup, and sets it down on the end table. “Alright then let’s go.” he makes to stand, but Thomas wraps a hand around his forearm and pulls him back down.

“The plane doesn’t leave until tomorrow morning” he tells him, and again fingers thread affectionately through his hair. Alexander preens under the touch even though he knows he doesn’t deserve to. “It doesn’t leave until morning Alex, please just- rest. Just a few minutes okay?”

Be better, Hamilton tells himself as Jefferson’s imploring gaze engulfs him. Stop hurting him, be worthy of that look. God he wants to be, be a better man for Thomas’ sake.

He gives a vague little nod, allowing Jefferson to guide him down gently until his head is resting on his lap. The fingers stroking his hair are kind and familiar, a mercy Thomas isn’t obligated to show him but Alexander will take it. He’s been so starved for him since they’ve been apart. He glances up at him and all his goodness and unfathomable patience, then looks down at his left hand. The homely gold band still shines dully on his third finger and Alexander hopes that that means as much to Thomas as it does to him.  Slowly, Hamilton reaches over and takes Jefferson hand in his own, rolling the band gently between his thumb and forefinger.

“I’m sorry” he mutters.

Sorry for putting Thomas out like this. Sorry for getting him involved, once again, in his mess of a life. He’s sorry that he’s not the man Thomas expected, or the one he deserves.

“I know.” Thomas says softly in return.

With Jefferson’s hand in his Hamilton promises to himself to do better, to really, truly try. This grand adventure will be his last one, no matter what. He’s choosing Thomas this time, for better or worse.

Hiraeth | Pt.2

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[!] Contains mature and graphic content, mentions of blood + death. 

Words: 7,694.

Genre: Zombie apocalypse au, angst.

Summary: A world full of dwindling hope and lost loves and yet you and Jungkook are all the other needs to feel at home.

A/N: Inspired by The Last of Us. 

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Soulmates - Hanzo x Fem!Reader

A/N: Sorry that I could think of a better title but I am drained after typing this. I also apologize for this taking so long. I’m happy with it and I hope you all enjoy!

Words: 7,510
Warnings: none


You wake with a start to someone pounding on your door.

“You have got to be kidding me!” you say groggily as you roll out of bed slowly and make your way to the door. Whoever was at your door was quite persistent as the knocking continued and only got louder. “All right, all right! I’m coming!” You swing the door open and look at the person on the other side up and down. He was wearing sunglasses and a dark suit. His hair was tied back and he stood with his hands clasped behind his back.

“Are you [Y/N]?” he asks.

“Uh, yeah. Who are you?” Not only were you annoyed, you were afraid now too.

“You applied for a job at the Shimada mansion and I am here to inform you that you have been hired,” he replied in a slightly accented, monotone voice.

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Chamber of Secrets - Part 23

Originally posted by robertsdowneystark

Pairing: Bucky x Reader 

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: Sorry for the wait! This was a long and difficult one to write, phew! 

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5+1 - William Nylander

the five times willy gets in your space and the one time you get in his

requested: yes | no

word count: 2487

warnings: cursing

a/n: this wasn’t the most specific of requests and i am in every way a sucker for 5+1 fics, so tada! i liked it a lot so i decided to move it up in the queue while i work on this other sad(ish) willy one. i’m also still accepting responses about which imagine that i’ve written so far is your favorite as i continue examining my writing style! hope you all enjoy xoxo

Originally posted by queenevagutowski

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you shivered in the cold toronto air. before your eyes, your breath turned to fog. even willy’s arms around you weren’t enough to keep you from quivering like a leaf.

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Under the Works [Remus Lupin - Marauders Era]

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[Requested] When Y/N wants to join the Order of the Phoenix, Remus becomes a ball of overprotective anxiety. In the aftermath of a successful task, Remus’s worry comes to a head.  
♥ A/N ♥
I know I’ve been slacking lately, but now I’m back and I’m trying my best to get through all my requests by the time school starts back. Tomorrow’s orientation, so I might turn in earlier than usual… because I really want my schedule. Putting that aside, I hope you all enjoy this! Have a lovely day!
WARNINGS
Swearing, Angst, Fluff
WORD COUNT
1403


Originally posted by nellaey


4. “Your smile could make Voldemort blush.”

Ever since Dumbledore had involved the troublesome Marauders of the Order of the Phoenix, it’s all they ever thought about. Remus knew that due to his “furry little problem” there would be a difficulty in finding a steady career, but with the Order, he’d be able to find a purpose without anyone needing to know of his condition. James, Sirius, and Lily wanted to join just for the sake of defeating Voldemort—but Remus, he thought of the possibility of being somewhere where he felt he belonged, along with his thoughts of being in a world without Voldemort. And Peter, well… the boy would follow James and Sirius bloody anywhere.

The only thing that could make the idea even the slightest bit fluctuating, or unappealing, was how Y/N L/N wanted to join along with him.

“Please, Remus,” she had said to him. “See this from my perspective: my bloody boyfriend and my best mates, all putting their lives on the line. Am I meant to sit back anxiously? Am I meant to be a coward?”

Remus had wrapped his arms around her, bringing her worming form into a comforting hug. His face was creased into lines, all filled with worry and anxiety. “Y/N, I don’t want you at risk,” he told her. He’d had countless nightmares already—ones with flashes of Voldemort, green light, and Y/N’s cold, lifeless face. He hadn’t ever mentioned them to her, out of fear that she’d laugh and call him mad for thinking like that. “I couldn’t stand for you to get hurt… or to bloody die.”

She quirked a smile at him, slowly relaxing in his arms. “Doubting my ability, Lupin?”

“We all know you could kick my bloody arse with one arm tied behind your back, love,” he grumbled, and relented without a bit of struggle as she pushed her plump lips onto his.

-

Today was a big day for Y/N, Sirius, and James. They would be going to infiltrate the Malfoy Manor to gather information. Considering that Y/N was from a prestigious Slytherin family, it gave her the advantage of being able to navigate through the halls and to know the Malfoys and most of the other Pureblood families like the creases in her palms. This made her the most suitable witch for the job—and Sirius and James hopped on board, at Remus’s very, very kindly-put request. Mad-Eye Moody and another Auror named Kingsley Shacklebolt would be joining, to act as overseers. Bodyguards, more like it, but Remus would never say that directly to their faces.

Remus had been suffering from a stamina withdrawal after the most-recent full moon, and though he insisted and insisted on going along with the group, the three Marauding participants demanded that he stay and rest. He’d been so restless ever since they departed on the mission, and though he knew his best mates and the love of his life could handle themselves in the face of such eminent danger, it still scared the bloody hell out of him. He didn’t doubt their abilities. No, he merely wanted them to not risk their lives just because of some sodding git calling himself Voldemort. The Order was full of Aurors and Healers and respectable Ministry-workers and so on, so forth—several men and women, all with potential and all with great chances at succeeding. Why did the people most important to him have to come along and join? Why couldn’t they just stay home and out of the line-of-fire, where they’d have the best chance to live in peace?

It had been over five hours since their departure, and Remus was sitting on the couch of the Order’s headquarters, several members bustling around and acting nonchalant while the young Marauder couldn’t stop rubbing his hands together. He was prone to feeling drained and stressed, but now—those words were mere understatements. It was basically like the aftermath of two full moons quadrupled, and even then there was still an underlying bit of underestimation.

He was twenty-years-old, yet it felt like he was suffering through gray hairs, wrinkles, and the like as he anxiously awaited his lifelines’ arrivals. It was pitiful and stupid for him to worry himself into an early grave, but Merlin, he couldn’t help himself.

A series of knocks came to the entrance of the headquarters, and Remus was the first one to the door. He slammed it open, and without giving a single bloody thought to the Order’s protocol of “security questions,” he pinpointed Y/N with his burning gaze and jerked her into a hug. Y/N chuckled, shaking her head at Remus’s antics, and pressed a kiss to the side of his neck. James and Sirius just gave the two bewildered looks before awkwardly shuffling around them, to find Lily and Dumbledore and give reassurances as well as information.

Mad-Eye Moody’s thunderous voice entered their vicinity, and his formidable form came tromping forward. He glared at the two, suddenly going slack-jawed in his conversation with Shacklebolt. “Security questions,” he spat.

Remus looked tentatively at Y/N. “What did you say to me when I first asked you on a date?” he asked her.

She smiled. “I told you, ‘About time, you bloody idiot,’ and you were shocked silly. I thought you’d gone mad,” she said, giving a slight giggle at the memory. She grew sterner when Moody’s eyes drilled holes in the side of her face. “Ahem… what did you get me for my sixteenth birthday?”

“A bouquet of daisies, and a scrapbook of us as a couple,” Remus said smilingly. Y/N nodded, and leaned up on her tiptoes to give him a kiss on the mouth.

Mad-Eye muttered something about “blasted children” and stomped past them, Shacklebolt following after at a less-brisk pace. Remus and Y/N came slowly after, holding onto each other for dear life. Soon after they entered the headquarters, the door shut behind them with a loud slam.

Remus took his chances and began to skim his eyes over Y/N’s enrobed body. He was looking for the slightest bit of a flesh wound—even excess rubbish or ash. He was desperate to know if she truly was unharmed, or if she was hiding her pain just for his sake.

Y/N grabbed his cheeks and forced him to look at her. “Remus,” she said softly, biting her lip once she noticed his wild, flickering eyes. She pressed a hand through his fringe, getting the stray hairs away from his lashes and brow. “I’m fine.”

Remus’s eyes flashed. “Don’t—don’t say that, Y/N,” he told her. “Things like that… they put your life in danger. You think Lily lays peacefully on the sofa when James leaves on missions? No. He doesn’t. And neither do I.”

“Remus, I can take care of myself.”

“But what if you’re cornered? What if the only person you have to depend on is yourself?”

Taken aback, Y/N’s lips pursed. A smile slowly made its way onto her face. “You’re so cute when you’re worried,” said Y/N teasingly.

Remus’s head fell forward onto her shoulder. Y/N could feel the knots and stiffness in his back, the firm grip he had on her waist. He’s just looking out for you, Y/N thought.

“I can’t lose you,” he whispered, his bottom lip quivering.

She shook her head, pressing multiple kisses to his head. Her heart panged with realization. It hurt so very much to think of Remus’s fears and doubts—the way he became even more haunted when his best mates and girlfriend left off to do something dangerous.

“I’m a Slytherin, Remus,” she told him, trying to even out the tension between them. “We’re known to be cunning… we’re known to be snakes dressed as mice. You know that; that’s why you became interested in me in the first place. Why are you so afraid, Remus? And besides… you’re pretty invincible yourself. Your smile could make Voldemort blush.

Remus shrugged against her. “You’re so… good, Y/N. You’re too good. They could change that,” he said into her shoulder, his breathing ragged. “I don’t… I don’t want that.”

“If I can handle a werewolf in bed, I can handle the whole load of Voldemort’s army,” teased Y/N, making sure her voice was low to avoid the affronted looks of nearby Order members.

Remus snapped his head up, face automatically turning a bright red. “Y/N, bloody hell!”

They were going to be okay. Y/N knew they were going to be okay.

She’d make sure of it.