A/N: This is the sequel to the gif blurb Forgotten. I had never planned on continuing this story, but you guys seemed to want more. Now it’s been a while, so I hope you’re still needy. Hope this doesn’t ruin the first part. I’m nervous about this one.
Request: Hii! Could you maybe do one with Jughead where he thinks he’s not good enough for the reader so he starts distancing himself from them and they confront him and then just fluff please? Thnxxx love your writing 💕
Why thank you little cinnamon roll! Hope I did your request justice :)
Jughead Jones x Reader
OH AND ALSO, I have nothing against Reggie. Personally I think there should be more imagines and stuff for him. CHUCK on the other hand, I hate with a fiery passion. He can spontaneously combust for all I care.
“How long have you two been dating now?” Veronica queried, as you walked down Riverdale High’s empty corridors with her by your side. She was of course, referring to the ‘Sad Breakfast Clubs’ power couple, you and Jughead Jones.
A light blush creeped onto your cheeks as you responded. “A few months now,” You tried to play it off casually, acting like you didn’t know it had been exactly 3 months and 17 days since he’d mustered the courage to ask you out on a date to Pop’s. Everything had escalated from there and you’d never felt happier. He was your best friend and the one you loved, and in your eyes, there was nothing better than falling in love with your best friend.
Summary: You and Dean have an interesting morning, but Sam interrupts. Later, you and Mary have a little heart to heart, and Dean says something surprising.
Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader
Word Count: 2,400
Warnings (don’t read unless you want some spoilers): mild smutiness / smutty thoughts, language, sexual tension per usual
A/N: Because the response to this fic has been so amazing, and I love you guys, here’s part nine early!! (Also I feel bad because this is MORE buildup to the gala. But I think you’ll like it) Once more, feedback is always welcome!
Read the first here! ~http://ofnifflersandkings.tumblr.com/post/158907528077/lovely-lovely-man
You awoke that morning to a beautiful spring day, the sun peaked through soft clouds as they rolled lazily in the sky of gentle blue. You could see the wind shake the leaves of the trees and the golden ends of the barley field next to your home.
“The flowers look wonderful this spring, Miss Fontaine,” You complimented the elderly florist as you examined her daffodils. “And what a lovely shade of yellow.”
“Thank you, dear.” She beamed proudly as you took two and placed them in your basket.
“And how are the lilies?” You asked as she reached under the counter for some shears to cut the stems of her fresh roses.
“Oh just fine, though I still think they’ll need a week or two to fully bloom,” Miss Fontaine saw the minor look of disappointment in your face before laughing softly. “You’ll be the first to hear when they’re ready.”
You smiled at her generosity. “Thank you, have you tried-”
Your words were caught off as the front door of the florist shop opened, a little bell chiming as it did. You whirled around to find a completely out of breath Lefou with his hands on his knees as he huffed the breath back into his lungs.
“Lefou? Are you alright?” You asked as you gingerly placed your hand on his shoulder.
He stood up straight and tall, turning to you as he heaved one final sigh. “Gaston…Gaston is looking for you.”
“Is he drunk again already?” You asked with a clear and sharp agitation to your voice before you placed your flower basket on the counter. “For goodness sake Lefou, it’s barely the afternoon?”
Lefou laughed but it was cut short by a cough as his lungs couldn’t take the strain. “No not-hing like that, I assure, Is there somewhere I can sit?” He asked while simultaneously falling backwords onto the bench by the window, though you still made sure he didn’t harm himself on the way down.
Patiently, you waited for the poor man to catch his breath before he spoke again. “But, Gaston still wishes to speak with you,” He said clearly. “Said it’s urgent.”
You sighed before setting your basket in front of Miss Fontaine. “Would you mind if I left these here? I shouldn’t be too long.”
The old woman giggled and waved her hand. “Don’t you worry about a thing dear.” She then gave you a mischievous wink which only left you perplexed.
Your eyes found there way back to Lefou who, regardless of his disposition only moments ago, was practically beaming.
“Is there something I’m missing?” You asked, turning your gaze between the two of them.
They both shook their heads and Miss Fontaine ushered you both out of the shop. “Everything will still be here when you return, don’t hurry.” She said with that girlish giggle again.
“Will you come?” Lefou asked as he placed his hat back upon his head.
“I dont really have a choice it seems,” You said as you brushed out the skirts of your dress and fixed your hair. “Lead the way.”
You and Lefou had become dear friends in the time you had known each other, so throughout the walk you made simple small talk about how nice the weather was or how lovely Villeneuve looked during Springtime.
Just as you rounded the corner to Gaston’s home, you grabbed Lefou’s arm to pull him back. “Be honest, what aren’t you telling me.”
Lefou laughed awkwardly and shrugged. “I have no idea what you mean!” He then saw the unwavering look upon your face and he sighed in defeat. “It isn’t my place to tell you, I made a promise.”
You smiled at him regardless. “I understand, thank you for escorting me here.”
He tipped his hat. “Good luck, Miss (Y/n).”
Lefou quickly made his exit before you could question him on his words, and with that you walked up to the door and raised on the brass knocker before dropping it against the dark wooden door.
Almost instantly it swung open and you were pulled into two very strong arms that whirled you around once you were inside.
“(Y/n)! It’s a lovely day isn’t?” Gaston said in a rather uncharacteristically cheerful voice, and when he set you back on the ground you looked up to his bright smile.
“You’ve certainly sobered up, last night you could barely keep your eyes focused on the same place.” You teased him as you closed the door behind you.
“Well of course I did, I had you taking care of me didn’t I?” He asked you as he lead further into his home setting you on the sofa before he held out his hands. “Here, close your eyes.”
You did as told, holding your hands over your eyes so you couldn’t see him.
“One moment…,” Gaston said and you heard retreating footsteps and a few rustling noises before you heard him return in front of you. “Okay, you can open them.”
You opened your eyes to see a full bouquet of perfectly bloomed white lilies held in his hand.
“Oh my.” You said with a broad smile on your face as you took thek from him. “There absolutely wonderful, where did you get them? Miss Fontaine said her lillies weren’t bloomed yet.”
Gaston pulled one of his chair from the dining table so he could sit with you. “I bought them from her and asked her if she’s keep it a secret, I knew they were your favorite.”
You gently set them down in your lap as you noticed the yellow ribbon holding the stems together. “Thank you, Gaston. It was very kind of you to think of me.
Gaston smiled, “Of course, the lilies aren’t the real reason why I asked to see you.” He said, though his voice was little more quiet and he had moved closer to you.
You looked up from the flowers to meet his eyes with a smile before looking back down at them. “Go on.”
“Well in light of our conversation from last night, there was a question I’d wanted to ask since you left.” Gaston took both of your hands in his and your gazes met each other and you nodded for him to continue. “I’d like to ask you if you’d like to marry me?”
You were completely taken back by the question it seemed to have knocked the air out of you. You’d never think the random conversations you two had after a night were he particularly had too much ale or wine would ever lead to this scenario.
Gaston saw the expression on your face and he couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “I understand if this a bit too foward, considering we’ve never formally courted one another,” He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small red box, placing it in your hands. “And I have every intention of properly courting you and asking for your family’s good graces, but I want you to hold on to this until that happens.”
You took the box in both of your hands, staring at with wide eyes before they met his again. “I don’t…”
“You may open it if you’d like. I promise all of the evil in the world won’t sprout from the top the moment you lift the lid.” He said, making you both laugh and easing the tension.
Curiosity got the better of you and slowly you opened this box, smiling whenever you saw the ring sitting in the pool of dark velvet. It was a similar shape and style the engagement your mother always wore, and one you always admired.
“I spoke to your brother whenever chosing it.” Gaston said as he looked down at it with you. “You don’t need to accept or reject me anytime soon, I’m more than willing to wait.”
His hands enclosed around yours and he closed the box. “I shall wait regardless of your answer.”
You opened your mouth before closing it and shaking your head at how silly you were being. “I think…,” You said looking up at him with a genuine smile. “Should the time come, I would like to marry you,” You said, watching the light encase in his eyes and his smile grow. “Very much so.”
Gaston leaned foward, careful not to crush your flowers, and kissed your forehead tenderly. “Then that is very good news indeed.”
- Hiiiii! Could you possibly do a Johnny smut??? Like idc what it’s about as long as he is dominant af because have you met him? Tysm in advance! - Can you please make one for johnny. - Could you please do a Johnny smut but something that has to do with Trey Songz- Love Faces lol please and thank you
- Can we get some lovely Johnny smut to celebrate his debut?^^
author: ADMIN NI, MAN
word count: 1,953
a/n: HIIIIIIIIII. It’s been forever, guys… Thank you guys for requesting so much of my bias, my baby, my Johnny… there’s still so much more I get to do for him!!! I hope y’all like it(;;;;;;;;;;;; seriously love you all so much, you request such good stuff. btw I didn’t proof read so there is bound to be some errors
I love your writing! Could I request a fic please? Where McCree has a secret fiancé, living somewhere safe and reminding him that he has something to live for? But the remaining Deadlock members find her and kidnap her? And she's terrified when she realizes how much they hate Jesse and how they're willing to do anything to her in order to hurt him.
((A/N - I did this in Blackwatch era if that’s okay! It made more sense as Deadlock was more recent and oh my goodness gracious me I got so carried away with it I love writing McCree as a hero oosh. Might have to upload to AO3!))
“Please be safe.”
“I always am, doll.”
You stood on your toes to be able to press your lips against his. His rough, chapped lips that you were forever telling him to put lip balm on. You saw Jesse out the door, waving to him as set off down the road towards the Overwatch base. You twirled your engagement ring on your finger, a thin gold band that had a set of three diamonds with the middle one being slightly larger.
Jesse had proposed to you last year. You had known him since his days in the Deadlock gang, only because he used to frequent the diner you worked at. On more than one occasion he had bought you a strawberry milkshake or paid for your favourite song to be played on the jukebox. You were always careful though. You never became too close for the fear of doing something wrong which might anger him or the gang. You always accepted his compliments with a smile, and politely refused his requests to go dancing after work. It was only ever him that visited, saying what you had was a little secret, sealed with a wink.
Overwatch had then infiltrated Route 66, tearing apart the gang and luckily giving Jesse another chance at life to do good in the world. Knowing that neither of you were in any more danger, he proposed to you then and there. He constantly complimented you on your accent, your style, your pretty eyes. You had only moved to the little town a couple of years prior. He had of course sweetened you up and you accepted. You were his rock, and he was your charming cowboy.
“Honey, I’m home!” Jesse jokingly sang out as he sauntered through the front door.
You greeted him with a smile and a peck on the cheek. With what Jesse was earning working in the Blackwatch division under Overwatch, there was no need for you to carry on working at the diner. You had your own little ranch on the outskirts of town. You spent your days cleaning, cooking, sewing, ironing, being kept hidden..
“Did you tell them today, sweetie?” You held your hands in front of you, an expectant look on your face.
Jesse’s furrowed brow and sigh told you everything. Your engagement was a secret. A secret from your family, friends, and Overwatch.
You turned away from him, heading back into the kitchen to finish up the stew.
“Darlin’, it’s not fine.”
“So why can’t you tell them? Why can’t I tell them? Why can’t I tell anyone?”
You span on your heels to look at him and crossed your arms. Jesse’s eyes widened at your sudden anger. He understood your frustrations, he really did. It just seemed for however long you two has known each other everything between you had to be a secret.
“There are… Complications.”
Jesse sighed and took his hat off, moving round to sit on the sofa and patting the seat next to him. You precariously followed suit, back stiff and perched on the edge of the seat.
“Yes? What about them?”
“With Overwatch being close by, they’re gettin’ a bit antsy. Since they, well, arrested half o’ their men they didn’t take too kindly to it. Doll, the base isn’t even the direction that I head off to in the morning. I have to do that in case I’m bein’ followed.”
Your shoulders tensed slightly.
“They’re not the nicest o’ gangs and they try to keep tabs on people. Whether they know that I was given’ a second chance.. I don’t know.”
You looked at him. He was staring at the carpet, eyes drawn to a particular out of place thread. He fiddled with the hat in his hands.
“Which is why I have to keep us a secret.” Jesse slowly said.
You nodded, taking the hat from his hands and walking around the sofa to place it on a coathook. You hadn’t realised he was following you until you turned around and bumped into him.
“(Y/N), you are my home. You always have been. If anythin’ were t'happen’ to ya..”
You leant forwards onto his chest, him then covering you with his arms. He of course smelt like cigars, gunpowder and coffee. You were his home, and he was yours.
You pulled back slightly so you could look up into his chocolate eyes, etched with concern.
“I love you, Jesse McCree.”
He broke into a smile and picked you up, twirling you around.
“I love you too, (Y/N).”
The next day went off without a hitch, you said your farewells and began preparing food for dinner.
You frowned. Wiping your hands clean on a teatowel you lightly stepped over to the front door, peering through the peephole. Two young men dressed in black stood cockishly on your porch. You weren’t supposed to have any visitors today. You weren’t supposed to have any visitors, full stop.
You hooked the metal chain onto the door, so when it opened there was only a tiny crack you could see through. Better to be safe than sorry.
“May I help you, at all?”
“Is McCree here?” The one on the right spat.
“Erm, who? I think you may have the wrong ranch.”
Your heart was racing. Jesse had prepared you for this, to feign ignorance if anyone came asking for him.
You blanched. You tried to slam the door closed but one put their foot in the way. You grunted, and ran towards where you kept your shotgun in the cupboard under the stairs. You’d never had to use it before, but being so far out in the open you constantly had wild beasts and trespassers roaming your lands, you had to threaten them somehow.
You aimed it at the door, preparing for the worst when a crack shot through the air and your front windows were shattered. You held your hand up to your face to shelter from the flying glass, a few shards managing to scrape across your palm.
“Don’t come any closer.” You threatened. You inwardly cursed yourself at how weak you sounded. You emphasised by jabbing the shotgun in the direction of the window.
“Why, miss, we don’t want to hurt you.”
The two intruders stepped through the shattered pane, pointing revolvers at you and grinning wolfishly. Your breathing quickened. Your eyes scanned around the room, while slowly stepping back. You needed an exit route, and you needed one now.
“Just tell us where McCree is and we won’t have to put a bullet between your pretty eyes.”
They were stalking towards you, every step you took back they took one forward. The gun in your hands was shaking. You cocked it and aimed at their feet, firing which sent a whirlwind of wood splinters into the air.
This gave you a few mere seconds to sprint out of the living room, into the kitchen and out the back door. You heard cursing from the strangers and then heavy footsteps of them chasing you. You rounded the corner and pressed your back against the warm wooden slats, gun poised to whack the butt into one of their heads as they came round.
They never came round. You were sure they were following you. You frowned, peeking out to see if they were still there. They weren’t.
Treading carefully and aiming your shotgun, you stepped around the corner to look by the back door.
Something cold and hard pressed against the back of your neck. You shuddered out a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding. You stared blankly ahead into the desert, dropping the gun on the ground and raising your open hands to shoulder height.
Gravelly footsteps made their way so the one that had originally spoken to you was standing in front of you.
“Wild one, she is.”
“No wonder McCree went for her.” The one behind you sniggered.
You narrowed your eyes at the one in front, who was now pointing his gun at your chest.
“Don’t try anythin’ funny, sweetheart.” He smiled sickly sweet at you, and then nodded at the one behind you.
A rag soaked in something sweet and alcoholic covered your nose and mouth, making you cry out. You scrabbled at the man’s hands by your face, hearing him wince from where you cut him with your nails. He was relentless. Trying to struggle made you breath in more sharply and quickly, which you didn’t realise was helping their cause. Your hands became fuzzy, knees weak and vision blurring.
“Sleep tight.” They chuckled.
Everything went black.
“Why ain’t she pickin’ up..”
Jesse scowled at his burner phone, the number he had been ringing going to voicemail. He wanted to let you know that he was going to be home early today, as he’d managed to get a half day off and he could help you cook dinner as an apology for yesterday.
He scuffed his way through the long grass, the heat forming sweat droplets on the back of his neck.
He frowned. Tyre tracks by the front of your ranch. You weren’t supposed to have visitors. Feeling uneasy, Jesse unholstered his peacekeeper. Before he had made it to the front of the house, he could see that the front window had been smashed in and the door was slightly ajar.
“(Y/N)? You home, doll?”
He peaked in through the window and saw glass everywhere. Two pairs of dusty footprints by window making their way towards- blood? He stepped through the wooden pane on high alert for any signs there’s someone still in the house. It was deathly silent.
Jesse crouched when he made it to the doorway to the kitchen, picking up a shard of glass that definitely had blood on it.
He quickly put his earpiece in and channeled it to the base.
“McCree to Watchpoint 66.”
“McCree. Reyes here.”
“I need your help.”
Your head was pounding. Your palm stung. Your breathing was rattling, as though you were dehydrated. Your neck ached from where it was hanging awkwardly, a stray hair tickling your nose. You tried to reach up to brush it out of the way and scratch your nose. You tensed your arms when you realised you couldn’t, something rough had bound your wrists together behind your back. Your eyes shot open. Your vision was blurry, trying to adjust to the dim lit room. You looked down and realised you had been bound to a wooden chair. Trying to cry out for help, you realised a cloth of some sort was drawn tightly across your mouth. Glancing down, even your ankles were tied together from what you could see with rough hemp rope. You tried to regulate your breathing, air heavily leaving your nose.
Your head shot up when the rickety door swung open, a dark figure standing in the doorway.
“She’s awake.” The voice rumbled, nodding to someone else in the hallway.
The figure stepped over the threshold towards you. You tensed up, drawing in a sharp breath and head held high.
He wore dark leather trousers and a billowing cream top, almost like an old fashioned pirate. He grabbed your jaw with his calloused hand, forcing you to look up towards his shadowed face.
“So you’re the one that Jesse McCree has fallen for. A pretty lil’ thing, huh.”
He had the same southern accent as Jesse, albeit more menacing. He turned your head to the side, losing eye contact. Only spending a minute with this savage and he’s already made you feel like a piece of meat up for inspection. He leaned in close, lips hesitating over your ear.
“Do ya love him, sweetpea?”
You shut your eyes, tears squeezing out the corners and you drew in a shuddering breath.
You nodded your head, him only being satisfied when he let his grip go off your face and moved back. You bowed your head, wondering how you got into this situation. Wondering what Jesse’s reaction would be when he saw how ransacked your house was. Wondering about Jesse.
“Don’t cry. I di'n’t mean to make ya cry.”
He gently wiped away a streaming tear, his touch as soft as a lover’s. You glanced at his tan hand that was so close to your cheek. He took his hand back and thwack. His right hand struck your cheek, snapping your head to the right and hair falling over your face. The pain brought a fresh batch of waterworks, sobs choking in your throat.
A dark chuckle escaped from your captor. He pulled up another wooden chair from the darkness and sat down.
“D'ya know how long we’ve been lookin’ for that mutt?”
You shook your head, learning quickly it’s better to play along.
“Too long. After that darned Overwatch took half o’ my men we wanted to fight. Obviously we didn’t have enough manpower. When we learnt that ingrate was alive and workin’ for them? Hoo, that’s a whole ‘nother story.”
He leant back in the chair, his right ankle coming up to rest on his left knee.
“I had my men follow him. That Overwatch weren’t pretty smart to keep an ex-Deadlock member livin’ on Route 66 were they? He tried to be clever. Sent them on a fox hunt, he did. Until one day we finally caught him going back to ya nice lil’ ranch out back. Seein’ you greet him at the door warmed my heart, I must say.”
Your eyes widened.
“He had a lil’ missy and he was keepin’ her secret from the world. Well, I wonder why that is? That Jesse McCree had snagged himself somethin’ real nice and didn’t wanna share her. We thought we could do him the favor. We could let him know how much he hurt us, at the same time hurtin’ him.”
You frowned at this. They wanted to hurt him? By hurting you?
The stranger leant forwards placing a hand on your knee.
“Don’t worry, doll. We only want to let him know how big o’ a mistake he made when he betrayed us.“ He stood up, stalking around to the back of your chair and placed his hands heavily on your shoulders. "You are the key.”
You shuddered under his grasp, your entire body shivering at the thought of what they, or he, were going to do to you.
“Jesse, you need to calm-”
“I am calm.” Jesse seethed.
“Well then get your hand off of my desk.”
Jesse looked down, his nails digging into the wood creating splints on Gabriel’s desk. He grunted, flumping himself into the chair opposite Reyes and hiding his dark eyes behind his hands.
“She’s out there somewhere and we’re sittin’ here doin’ nothin’. She could be hurt or dyin’ or-”
“Don’t. Don’t you dare say it. Jesse, we will find her. I promise.”
You don’t know how long it had been. They would occasionally bring in water and sludge for what they called food. They had to feed you, this being the only time they would ungag you. Your wrists were chafed from being constantly bound, your ankles only released when you needed to relieve yourself. You had lost all energy to fight. It didn’t help that every now and then they would rough you up.
Your head ached, there was dried blood crackling by your nostril and you were sure your ribs were either cracked or majorly bruised. Breathing became a struggle, it was all you could focus on.
They didn’t seem to care about information about Jesse. All Deadlock wanted to do was hurt you. Hurt you so they could hurt him.
The door creaked open, you flinching at the light that shone through the doorway. You were tired and you wanted to give up. It was the man that you had first seen when you were taken.
“Looks like he’s given up lookin’ for ya, doll.” He smirked. “There’s been no word for.. Oh. Four days now.”
You stared blankly at the floor by his feet; you wouldn’t have given him a reaction even if you could. He walked over to you, holding something in his hand that glinted against the light.
“I think it’s time to.. Up the pace. Don’t you think, sweetheart?”
Only then did you look at him properly, studying what he had in his hand. A knife. You tried to shrink into your chair, worried eyes passing between the knife and his shadowed face. A swift strike and the blade was plunged into your thigh, blood seeping out from around the edges. You shut your eyes and let out a muffled cry, pain blinding your vision.
“Good girl. I made sure t'record that one. I’ll send it to ya fiancé and let him know how ya doin’.”
You breathed in deeply through your nose, tears now running freely down your cheeks and you trying to hold back sobs. You’d never known pain like this before.
He pulled the knife from its warm confines to wipe on his trousers, your blood running down onto the floorboards. He twirled the knife in his hands, looking like a predator wondering where he was going to make his next strike. You pleaded with your eyes as much as you could, you couldn’t take much more. You’d fantasized about being back at home, in your bed, with Jesse.
You didn’t know how strong your threshold was for pain but you knew you weren’t going to last long if they started torturing you for the hell of it.
“Com'ere, doll.” He grabbed your throat, leaning in dangerously close.
He passed the blade down the side of your face, making a deep cut down your cheekbone. You could feel blood trickling down, just adding to the list of injuries you had. He tightened his grip around your neck, digging his fingers in which would no doubt leave some lovely purple splotches.
An earthy rumble echoed through the building. Your captor looked at you in concern then span around to face the doorway. He moved around you, behind your chair and pulled your hair so your neck was on show. A loud crash and then suddenly there were three people all in dark clothing looking through the doorway where a rickety door has once stood.
“Long time, no see, McCree.” The man said, now pushing the blade against your bare throat.
“Get your dirty hands off of her, Max.”
You whimpered, struggling in your bounds on the chair. The grip in your hair tightened, making you take a short breath and changing your view so all you could see was the ceiling.
“You ain’t in a position to tell me what to do, Jesse. Unless you want your sweetheart’s blood spewin’ everywhere. Say, how does it feel? To have somethin’ you love taken away from ya?”
“Let her go.” A voice you didn’t recognise said.
“Uh uh. Not until the lil’ rat here understand what Overwatch did to my gang. And how betrayed I felt when I learnt he’d gone off gallavantin’ with ya.”
You could feel the blade dig in deeper, droplets beginning to form. The pain in your leg was excruciating.
“She’s got nothin’ to do with that.”
Your breathing was becoming heavier, the tightness by your throat and the general aches and pains from your leg, ribs, cheek and hair were becoming too much for you. The room became incredibly warm, your hands and feet becoming tingly and limp and eyes drifting shut.
“Looks like she’s already given’ up, Jesse. You’re too late.”
You heard a muffled crack in the air before you let yourself drift off.
You leaned into the touch of someone stroking your hair back from your face. You stirred, eyes shooting open and breathing increasing from what you last remembered.
“(Y/N), it’s okay. You’re safe.”
You quickly scanned the area and all you could see was white. White ceiling, white walls, white bed. Bed. You turned to where the voice came from and there was Jesse. Your Jesse that had come to save you, perched on the edge of the chair waiting anxiously. You leaned back onto the cushy pillows and let out a sigh. You glanced him over. His beard was more scraggly and under his eyes were dark. You held out your hand towards him, him instantly taking it in his grasp and holding you tightly. His thumb rubbed over your engagement ring.
“Jesse..” You croaked.
“Stop. (Y/N), I’m so sorry.” His voice sounded gravelly, broken. “I thought I could protect you.”
You squeezed his hand in reply, trying not to say anything which could damage your throat.
“I should'a been more careful. I should'a done what you said and told them about us. They could’ve protected you more than what I could.”
You frowned at this.
“I did this to ya. I wouldn’t be surprised if you up and left me.” He covered his face with his free hand, rubbing his forehead.
You retreated your hand slightly before slapping him on the wrist.
“Don’t you dare. You rescued me. What’s done is done but we’re here now. Safe.”
He peeked at you through his fingers, brown eyes meeting yours. A small smile formed on his lips before darting around your face and taking in what Deadlock had really done to you. It faded.
“Wounds heal, Jesse.” You reassured, catching on to what he was looking at. “I never doubted for a second you wouldn’t come for me.”
“Could'n'ta done it without Reyes.”
“I’m sure he’s lovely.”
“He’s the one that took me in after Deadlock.”
“Even more so.”
Jesse relaxed a bit, glad to see that you had woken up and hadn’t changed a bit.
“So I’m guessing Overwatch know about us then, huh?”
“I had to.”
“Not under the best circumstances.”
“I wish it could’ve been better.”
You turned your head towards him so you were facing him fully. You grabbed his hand that was still laying on your pristine sheets with both hands, bringing it up to kiss his knuckles. You hesitantly glanced down at your wrists, ropeburn clearly showing.
“I love you, Jesse McCree. Don’t you ever forget or think that anything will come in between that.”
Can you write and imagine were Archie and you are best friends and decide to go late night swimming in the lake. And it’s all cute and stuff. And you guys kiss in the water.
I’m sorry it’s bad and short, I didn’t really know where to take this one.
You didn’t really know why exactly you decided to go, you just did. You got the text from Archie complaining about how he couldn’t sleep and rightfully so. He first went to you, the night of the dance, and told you about how he broke Betty’s heart. Now the girl was acting smart, not replying to his texts or even talking to him. You knew the moment you met Archie, he was completely unaware that many people had feelings for him and when faced with them, he didn’t know how to react. It was like trying to watch a baby deer walk for the first time and it just keeps falling.
So when you read the text you offered to stay out with him. Even the text messages had an underlying sad tone to them and you realized Archie was hurting without Betty. There wouldn’t be any fixing their horribly broken relationship tonight, so you would have to distract him from his problems instead. You tired to think about something that would distract him when the idea struck you.
You : Remember when we would sneak out and swim at the lake?
Archie : Yeah…why?
You : You need cheering up and that’s how to do it.
Archie : Y/N I don’t know.
You : I’ll met you at the lake in ten minutes.
Archie : Fine…
You quickly found your swimsuit and changed into, pulling warm clothes over it. You looked around until you finally found your towel and grabbed your phone. You silently crept towards the front door, trying not to wake your family. You opened the door and shut it softly so not to alarm anyone. It wasn’t too cold outside, but you were glad that your had chosen to wear sweatpants instead of shorts over your suit. You looked down the street and started to make your way to the lake, hoping Archie wouldn’t change his mind.
When you reached the most exposed edge of the lake, you looked around to see if Archie had made it yet. You grunted when you didn’t see him, but the water looked to nice not to take a dip. You shed your covering clothes, shivering when the cool air hit your now exposed skin. You edged your way to the water until you were knee deep.
“How’s the water?” You turned around and saw Archie, staring at you. His face looked sad and you let out a sigh. “Your moping is going to take the fun out of this, Andrews,” you said, sinking your whole body into the water, “the water is great.” He nodded, took off his shirt and walked into the lake. It was quiet for a few moments until he spoke up. “How do I fix this, Y/N?”
You bit your lip in a thought and turned to face him, “there might not be any way to fix it Archie.” He clenched his jaw, but nodded in understanding. “I made you come here to cheer you up, not talk about what happened,” you said and realized how harsh it sounded. “No, thank you, Y/N. I needed to relax.” You nodded and with a small smile, you splashed him with water. He smiled at you, darted through the water towards you.
You let out a giggle when one of his strong arms wrapped around your waist pulling you in a circle through the currents. It was childish, really, like how you would at in fourth grade when you both came to the lake. Something about it now made your heart flutter in your chest. You managed to wiggle free and go into a relaxing back float. Archie smiled at you, and started to float as well. “The stars look beautiful tonight,” Archie whispered and you couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re not about to make an internet joke, I won’t allow it.” He laughed too and glanced at him, smiling to yourself. You kicked your legs, breaking your relaxing float and turned to face him. Archie did the same, staring at you. “Thank you again Y/N. This is nice,” you nodded and swam a little closer to him. The urge to kiss him was overwhelming, despite all the drama you knew would ensue afterwards; but you couldn’t help it.
You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. He soon got caught up in the feeling of your lips, that Archie’s problems melted away for a split moment before they all came crashing back down on him. He pulled away then, staring into your eyes. “Y/N….we can’t,” you nodded, swimming towards the shore. “I know, Andrews, I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about.” You climbed up on land, grabbing your towel and clothes. You pulled your sweatshirt over your head and tugged on your pants. “Y/N, you don’t have to go,” you turned to look at him and saw the pain on his face. As much as you wanted to stay, you knew that if you did, you were setting the both of your up for a disaster. You gave him a knowing look, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” You walked away before he could respond. As you walked you tried to keep your tears at bay and trying not to fall for Archie Andrews.
summary: This is basically Negan being a prick to you, Carl’s girlfriend.
You sat on the floor in Judith’s room playing with her hands, making her giggle. When the door opened, you just assumed it was Olivia, but boy were you wrong. Negan walked in with Carl following him closely. Your laughter stopped and the smile dropped from your face, but Judith continued laughing. You instantly looked at Carl, unsure of what Negan had planned or was doing here.
“Well god damn, I don’t know which one of you is more adorable,” Negan chuckled before picking Judith up out of your lap and blowing you a kiss. You almost fought to hold on to Judith, but you knew better. He was going to take her, and it was better to let him have what he wanted the easy way.
You sat on the floor in disbelief, watching as the wicked man who killed your friends cradled the small child, cooing her into relaxation.
“Get up, precious. Join us on the patio,” Negan directed with a smirk. You stood up slowly, never breaking eye contact with him. Normally, either you or Carl would have made some kind of snarky remark towards Negan, but with him holding Judith, you complied with whatever he wished. Negan left the room, Carl following behind him, and you behind Carl.
“So,” Negan began, “this your girl?”
Carl looked at you before nodding, his facial expression remaining the same. It wasn’t how it normally was in the presence of Negan, though. He wasn’t wearing the same scowl his father often did. His face seemed softer; less intense.
“That sucks,” Negan sighed, pausing to taking a good look at your face. “I remember you.”
You didn’t dare respond.
“You’re that little badass who didn’t even flinch when red head took his beating! How could I forget such a pretty face?” he teased. You remained silent, glaring at him.
“I can see why you like the future serial killer so much. He’s a neat guy,” he said, sliding to the edge of his seat and leaning in closer to you. “Your daughter, she’s precious, just like you,” Negan taunted.
Your eyes widened when you realized that Negan thought Judith was your kid. You looked at Carl to see if you should correct him or not.
“She’s not her daughter,” Carl spoke up. “She’s my sister.”
Negan’s face faded back into a smirk. “Oh, goodie! That means you’re nice and unworn down there,” he mumbled, looking you up and down.
You stood up and walked inside, sick of his menacing bullshit. You’re something he can’t have the easy way.
“For the last time, no, I’m not going to your wedding,” You said to your friend Alexander. He frowned, helping you fold your clothes.
“But why? Is it that hard to get a date?” He said, smirking at you slyly. You threw your bra at him, and he jumped away from it. “Hey!”
“Why are you making it mandatory to have a date at your wedding? That makes no fucking sense, you idiot.” You stuck your tongue at him, folding your shirt in half. “And why the hell did Eliza agree to this?”
-Bucky’s overprotective. The reader is stubborn. But they’re so in love-
couldn’t do anything except scream as you went flying through the air toward
the window. You knew you were going to go through and die. That’s how this
worked. You didn’t want to die, but at this point, you couldn’t stop it.
you stopped moving and the glass never came. You opened your eyes and looked up
at your boyfriend, “Bucky …” you sighed.
was full of anger and concern, “What are you even doing here?” he practically
help,” you said.
“I told you
to stay home and away from here. It’s too dangerous,” he said, “You could have
to sit missions out,” you said bitterly.
you take care of your relationship issues some other time?” Steve called out,
“I need a little help here.”
A/N: This is my entry for @bionic-buckyb ‘s 5k AU Challenge. Q bit long but I hope you guys like it.
“I don’t care if you hate me, I don’t care if you dislike me. But why would you cheat on me?”
Word Count: 2364 Words
Warnings: cheating, maybe a curse word.
“MOOOMM!!! JACOB HAS MY DOLL!!” your daughter Becca shouted
from upstairs followed by the sound of someone falling.
Sighing you picked up the baby, Mason and walked the two of
you up the stairs to figure out if your two oldest had killed each other yet.
When you reached the playroom, you saw the kids sitting on
the floor with a broken doll in the middle of them. As they watched you come
in, they started talking at the same time- both trying to speak louder than the
Setting Mason down on the floor to let him crawl around and
entertain himself, you walked over to the broken doll and picked up the pieces.
Placing them in the trash, you turned around to face your kids with your arms
Pairing: Gabriel x Reader Word count: 3863 Warnings/Tags: angry/possessive sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up, folks), grace kink, wings Special thanks to@sumara62 for the beta. Your little touches make this so much better and you never fail to help me find a title when I get stuck.
Requested by: @girl-next-door-writes Quote: “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” Kink: Calming the others anger (with sex)
“You’re pretty, you know that?” Sam slurs his words from the passenger side of your car and you resist the urge to roll your eyes as you try to half-drag, half-help him out of the vehicle. You know it’s the alcohol talking. He isn’t too unlike his brother in that he lights up at anything with a pair of breasts and a decent face. He just needs to hit a certain level of intoxication first.
He has to be caught in one hell of a dry spell to be flirting with you, however.
“You’re heavy, you know that?” you say dryly, finally getting him to his feet, though most of his weight lands on you as he lurches forward. You manage to maneuver him to your side, his arm draped across your shoulders as you begin the slow and thankfully short walk to the motel room.
“I’m being sherioush,” he insists, sounding almost miffed you aren’t.
The man is sherioushly going to feel it come morning after the ridiculous amount of whiskey, tequila, and rum he downed tonight.
Oh please let me send you a request :) I thought about something where the Reader is also an avenger (maybe something with electrical powers) and during one Mission in a fight against Hydra, you get attacked and thrown in a nearby lake while saving Bucky. You nearly drown and also cause of your powers you get into some shock. The others almost realize it too late but Buck Comes after you to save you. You have to be revived but you survive and Bucky finally tells you that he loves you ? :)
A/N: thank you so much for this amazing request my dear! I always love writing avenger!reader stuff!
“Bucky, (Y/N), you take the woods behind the building. There should only be a few agents scattered around there, so you should be able to handle it on your own,” you and Bucky both nodded and went ahead before the mission briefing was over.
Bucky walked a few steps in front of you, while you put your hair up in a ponytail to get them out of the way, then you caught up with him.
“Hey, uhm.. can we talk about.. you know.. what happened last night?” you asked, a little unsure about bringing up the topic.
“You want to talk about this now? While we’re about to take down Hydra?”
Summary: Everything is fine until you start seeing a strange boy everywhere you go.
The first time you see him, you are trying to park your car. You’re late to an appointment and the parking lot is full, leaving you with no choice but to park on the street. Parallel parking is not something you’re fond of, especially when you’re on a busy road in the middle of town and handfuls of people are walking up and down the sidewalk, watching you struggle and laughing at your misfortune.
You spot him right away. He’s an eyesore among the crowd, the only one not dressed for the weather and you can’t help but wonder how he manages to look so comfortable with snow gathering in his hair. The sight of him is so interesting that you can’t help but stare. You momentarily forget about the task at hand because you’re so caught up in watching this stranger walk toward you that you don’t even notice you’ve backed up too far until you feel your car bump against the one behind you.
Panic sets in immediately and you tear your eyes away from the stranger to look and see if anyone else has noticed. Out of all the people on the street, very few have even glanced in your direction. Breathing a sigh of relief, you inch your car up just a bit and reach down to put it in park.
When you look up, the stranger is standing in the center of the sidewalk staring right at you, eyebrows raised, sly smile on his face. You’re not sure what causes you to react so quickly, but you throw the gear shift into drive and speed out of your parking spot like a bat out of hell, appointment be damned.
You take a moment to glance out of the passenger side mirror and it alarms you to realize that the stranger is still standing there, smiling fondly as you leave.
A/N: Still can’t get the Keep Reading link up. Again, I’m sorry for the space I’m taking up on your dashboard.
Dad!Tony x Daughter!Reader, Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Summary: The Avengers spy on you and Peter on your first date.
Word Count: 2,660
Tony jumped at the sudden intrusion of your voice. He looked up to see you, a bright smile on your face.
Tony sighed, wiping his hands with a dirty rag, “Try not to do that when I’m working. Unless you want things to blow up, in which case, do it all you want.”
You blushed, rubbing the back of your neck, “Sorry.” You took a deep breath, “So, I have some exciting news.”
Tony raised an eyebrow, “Does it involve me?”
He waved a hand, “Then I’m not interested.”
You rolled your eyes, “Daaaad.”
Tony chuckled, “I kid. Seriously, I’m not that heartless. What’s up, buttercup?”
You put your hands together, grinning widely, “Peter asked me out!”
Tony froze, processing your words. “Peter? As in Peter Parker? Spiderling Peter Parker?”
You put your hands on your hips, “Do you know any other Peter Parkers? Of course, it’s him, Dad.”
Tony nodded but said nothing. Instead, he started to walk out of the lab.
You raised an eyebrow, “You’re not going to say anything?”
He stopped, turning back to look at you. He placed a hand on his head, “Sorry, hon. Uh, that’s great. Where’s he taking you?”
“Well, first we’re going to eat at the Brooklyn Diner.”
You narrowed your eyes slightly at him, “Then, he’s going to take me to Central Park.”
Your dad scoffed, “That’s not much of a date.”
“It is only the first date.”
Tony blinked, “First date? Are you planning on having more?”
You shrugged, “Well, assuming it goes well, probably. Plus, I really like him. So, yeah, we probably will have more.”
Tony rubbed his chin, “Interesting.” Without saying another word, he walked out of the lab.
You furrowed your eyebrows, confused, “Ooookay?”
“(Y/N)’s going on a date.”
Clint chuckled, “Is that why you called us?”
Tony crossed his arms, “This is very serious, Barton.”
Natasha rolled her eyes, “No, it’s not. You’re making this serious. She’s a teenage girl.”
“My teenage girl. “ Tony said, pointing to himself.
Sam shrugged, “What difference does it make? Let her have her fun. Besides, it’s only the first date. Nothing ever happens on the first date.”
Steve nodded, “And, besides, she’s going out with Peter. He’s a good kid. He’d never do anything to your daughter, Tony.”
Tony sighed, “Cap, you don’t know that. He’s a teenage boy. You know how they can be.” He looked at Steve again, “Okay, well, maybe not you.”
“You are being dramatic, Stark.” Thor said, pointing Mjolnir at him, “Let the young ones have their fun.”
Bruce nudged the billionaire, “You always say you want her to be happy.”
“I thought you were on my side. Anyway, they did it all wrong. If a guy likes a girl, he has to ask the girl’s dad before asking her out. That’s like Dating Etiquette 101. Apparently, Parker didn’t take that class this semester.”
“That’s a little old-fashioned, don’tcha think, Stark?” Clint popped a chestnut into his mouth.
Tony scoffed, “No. It’s common courtesy. He should have asked me before asking her.”
“Would you have said yes?” Nat raised an eyebrow.
“Ye - no. Maybe. But, he didn’t ask so I couldn’t have said anything.”
Steve sighed, “Okay, we get it. You don’t like the idea of her going out. But, is that the only reason you called us here?”
Tony chuckled, “Oh, no. As (Y/N)’s father, I only care about what’s best for her. So, I need volunteers to help me spy on them.”
Bruce rolled his eyes, “I knew something like this was going to happen.”
Tony raised his hands, “Hands? Come on, I’m not playing spy by myself. Clint, Widow, you’re spies. Help a guy out here.”
Clint stood up, stretching, “This is gonna be hilarious. Sure, I’ll go.”
Natasha sighed, standing up as well, “I’ll go. To make sure that you don’t ruin their date.”
Tony rolled his eyes, “I’m not going to ruin their date. I’m going to make sure that he doesn’t ruin her.”
Steve crossed his arms, “Tony, don’t you think that’s an invasion of privacy?”
Tony clasped his hands together, “Well, we know who’s not coming. Anyone else?”
Sam chuckled, “Sorry, Stark. I’m not spying on your daughter.”
Thor held up Mjolnir, “I shall come.”
Tony squinted his eyes, “Yeah, no offense, Point Break. But, you’re not exactly subtle. I guess this will have to do. Nat, use your spy skills to find out when her date is.”
Natasha placed a hand on her hip, “Can’t you ask her yourself?”
“I already asked her where. Go on. She trusts you.”
Natasha let out a sigh, “Whatever.”
With that, she walked out of the meeting room.
You were in your room, typing away on your laptop when you heard a knock on the door.
You closed your laptop, “Come in.”
The door opened, and Natasha came walking in, “Hey, (Y/N).”
You smiled, getting off your bed and meeting her halfway. You wrapped your arms around her waist, “Hey, Nat. It’s good to see you.”
She hugged you back, rubbing your back, “You, too. Anyway, I heard that you’re going on a date with Spider-Man.”
You chuckled, pulling away from her, “My dad is such a gossip.”
“Are you excited?”
You nodded, “Oh, definitely. I’ve had a crush on Peter for so long. I was thinking of asking him, but I didn’t want to risk being rejected. Plus, my dad would most likely have murdered him if I was rejected. But, he asked me out, so I was worrying for nothing.”
Nat patted you on the back, “I’m happy for you, (Y/N). When are you going?”
You hugged yourself, “Saturday night. He says that Central Park is more romantic at night.”
Natasha smirked, “So, he’s the romantic type?”
You giggled, “Apparently. I’m really looking forward to it. Oh! Do you think you can help me pick an outfit? I want to look nice but nothing too fancy.”
“I would love to.” She gave you another hug before walking out the door.
Saturday had come quicker than you expected. But, you weren’t complaining. Natasha helped you pick out a cute outfit, and you were eagerly awaiting the arrival of your date.
“I want you home no later than eleven, got it?”
You rolled your eyes, “Okay, Dad.”
“And if he does anything to you, let me know.”
You raised an eyebrow at your father, “Dad, this is Peter we’re talking about. Without the mask, he’s a stuttering sweetheart. He’s not going to do anything.”
Tony shrugged, “Hey, it’s been known to happen. And, if he starts to get boring, you can walk out.”
You shook your head, “Oh, brother.”
The ding of the elevator drew your attention away from your dad. The doors slid open, revealing none other than the Spiderling himself.
He smiled upon seeing you. He walked over to where you and your dad were standing.
“Hey, (Y/N). You look great.”
You smiled, “Right back at you, Peter.”
Peter gulped, nervously looking at Tony, “Uh, h-hey, Mr. Stark. Good to, uh, see you, too?”
Tony glared at him, “Bring her home by eleven. And, don’t touch her. You ought to be lucky that I’m allowing this.”
Peter rubbed the back of his neck, “Y-yes, sir. Uh, come on, (Y/N).”
You nodded, quickly hugging your father, “Bye, Dad. See you later.”
Tony hugged you back, “Not too much later.”
Eventually, you and Peter made your way out of the Tower.
“All right. Commence Operation: Spy Date.”
“Spy Date? Is that the best you can do?” Clint walked into the room, twirling an arrow in his hand.
“Uh, what are you doing with those arrows?”
Clint raised an eyebrow, “Uh, what I always do with these arrows?”
Tony chuckled, “I’m sorry, maybe you didn’t hear me. I said spy. We are spying. Meaning we don’t want to draw attention to ourselves. Those, Legolas, will draw attention.”
“Don’t act like you know anything about being a spy, Tony. Because, you don’t.” Natasha walked into the room, wearing a black leather jacket over a grey tank top and jeans.
Tony held out a hand towards Nat, “See? Guess we know who the better spy is.”
Clint held his arrow above Tony’s head, “Don’t make me make a kabob out of you.”
“You know, Peter and (Y/N) are not going to be out all night. You want to spy on them, Tony? Then, I suggest we head out.” Natasha got in between the two men and pushed them away from each other.
“Widow’s right. Let’s go.”
The three Avengers got into one of Tony’s cars and drove to the Brooklyn Diner.
Clint and Nat got out of the car, but Tony did not.
“What are you waiting for, Stark? This is your daughter we’re spying on.” Clint placed his sunglasses over his eyes.
Tony nodded, “Exactly. She’ll most likely recognize me no matter how much I disguise myself. Now, go in there and do what spies do. Don’t pick a table too close. I don’t need them getting suspicious. Talk to me through your coms and let me know if he does anything.”
Natasha rolled her eyes, “You better hope she doesn’t recognize us either. Come on, Hawkeye. Let’s get this over with.”
“Can we order food? Cause I’m starving.”
Natasha and Clint got a table not too far from (Y/N) and Peter. They held their menus up to shield their faces.
Clint huffed, “Does he want us to listen in on their conversation? Because, we’re too far away.”
Natasha sighed, “Stark is making too big a deal out of this. He ought to let her enjoy her night.”
“Uh, you know your coms are on right?” Natasha winced at the sudden intrusion of Tony’s voice in her ear.
She placed a finger on the com, “So what if they are? They’re not doing anything. From what I can tell, they seem to be having a nice conversation.”
Clint reclined in his chair, “Yeah, and besides, they’re sitting across from each other. The most they can do is hold hands.”
“No holding hands on the first date.”
Nat shook her head, “Tony, you’re being too much of a dad.”
“Uh, I’m sorry. Who has kids around here?”
“(Y/N) just laughed. He must be funny.”
“She laughs at everything. Seriously, if you just look at her, she’ll start laughing.”
“Well, they just got their food. Looks like Parker got a burger while (Y/N) got a cheesesteak.” Clint looked at his menu, “Are we supposed to watch them eat? Because I’m hungry enough as it is. If I knew we were coming to a diner and not going to order anything, I wouldn’t have come.”
“(Y/N)’s a very fast eater. She’ll be done soon. And, if you’re hungry, there are plenty of hot dog carts around New York. Just hope there’s one near Central Park.”
“Fine. But, you’re paying.”
About ten minutes later, the two teenagers had finished their meals and were heading out the door.
Nat pushed the button on her com, “Tony, they’re heading out the door.”
“I see them. They’re not holding hands, but they’re standing a little too close. Six inch rule, anyone?”
Clint chuckled, “Six inch rule? You are such a dad.”
“They’re down the street. You can come out now. We’ll take the long way to Central Park.”
Nat sighed, “We’re on our way.”
Ten minutes later, the three Avengers arrived at Central Park.
“Sweet. Hot dog cart at six o’clock. Pay up, Stark. You owe me.” Clint stuck out his hand, waiting for some money to be placed into it.
Tony rolled his eyes, fishing out a twenty from his wallet. “Here. I expect change.”
Clint looked down at the bill, “A twenty? That’s it?”
Tony put his wallet back in his pocket, “You don’t need a hundred to buy some weiners. Now, go. Before I change my mind.”
“Fine. Nat, you want anything?”
She shrugged, “See if they have corn dogs. If not, just get a dog with mustard and ketchup.”
Clint gave a two-fingered salute before heading over to the hot dog stand.
Tony clasped his hands together. “All right. Let’s go find the kids.”
It didn’t take long for Tony and Natasha to find the two teenagers. (Y/N) and Peter were leisurely strolling along the sidewalk.
“I feel so sorry for her. This must be the most boring date in the history of boring dates.”
Nat rolled her eyes, “Tony, why do you have to be like this? Let (Y/N) enjoy her night. They seem to really like each other.”
Tony shook his head, keeping his eyes on the two teenagers from the bush they were hiding behind, “I don’t care. She’s not ready to start dating.”
“Or, maybe you’re not ready to let her start dating?”
Tony blinked, looking over at Natasha, “What?”
She smirked slightly, “You don’t want her growing up, do you?”
“No. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I’m back. Here, Nat. No corn dogs, sorry. You didn’t want any, right, Tony?” Clint handed Natasha her hot dog and crouched down beside them.
Tony didn’t answer.
Clint raised an eyebrow, “Cat got your tongue?”
Nat took a bite of her hot dog then wiped her mouth with her sleeve, “I think Tony doesn’t want (Y/N) to grow up.”
Clint smirked, “Ah, now it all makes sense.”
Tony sighed, “Okay, fine. Maybe you’re right.”
Nat put her hand on Tony’s shoulder, “She’ll always be your little girl, Tony.”
Tony chuckled, “Yeah, but she’s not so little anymore. It’s tough, sometimes. In two years, she’ll be old enough to live her life on her own. I don’t know if I’m prepared for that.”
Clint smirked, “If you can handle robot armies, you can handle your kid growing up.”
“Well, kids and robots are two very different things. But, I guess I have no choice.” Tony looked up to see the two teenagers with their hands intertwined.
He smiled, “We’re done here. Let’s go.”
About half an hour later, you came walking through the front doors of the Tower with a huge smile on your face.
You entered the elevator, “To my room, JARVIS.”
“Right away, Miss Stark.”
After a few minutes, you had arrived on your floor. The elevator doors opened, and you were surprised to see your dad standing there.
Tony pulled you into a hug, “Hey, hon. How was your date?”
You blushed, remembering the good night you had with Peter. “Well, this is definitely not going to be the last date.”
Tony smirked, “Ah, so are you two a thing now?”
You grinned, “I’d say so. But, don’t worry. He didn’t kiss me. Well, he kissed my hand, but that’s it.”
Tony smiled, placing his hand on your head, “Well, I’m glad you had a good night. Parker’s a good kid.”
You nodded, “Yeah, he is. I’m going to bed now.” You gave your dad another hug, “I love you, Dad.”
Tony hugged you back, kissing the top of your head, “I love you, too.”
You pulled away then smirked, “You left earlier than I thought.”
Your dad raised an eyebrow, “What are you talking about?”
You placed your hands on your hips, “You really thought I wouldn’t notice?”
Tony looked down at you, “You know?”
“Yup. I saw your car when we left the diner. Come on, Dad. Did you really think I wouldn’t recognize one of your cars?”
Tony sighed, “Why must you be so smart?”
“I’m your daughter. That’s why. Did you really have to spy on us?”
Tony placed his arm around you, “I’m sorry, (Y/N). I guess it’s just hard for me seeing my little girl grow up.”
You smiled, leaning into your father, “I know, Dad. But, it’s going to happen eventually. But, no matter how old I get, I’ll always be your daughter. Nothing will ever change that.”
Summary:(Chris Evans x Reader / Sebastian Stan x Reader) you’re moving into an apartment on your own, ready to start fresh in someplace new. However, your new neighbor upstairs seemingly isn’t the quietest person in the world. Warnings: slight angst, fluff Word count: 1297 A/N: The people have spoken and this is what most of you wanted — I’m hoping you’re happy with the outcome!
The party was even more packed than you expected and you felt your nerves starting to kick in. You hardly knew any of Jackson and Mark’s friends, but EVERYONE seemed to know who they were, especially the women.
They couldn’t take a step without someone looking at them like they wanted to rip their clothes off right then and there. You were getting looks from them too, just not the good kind.
Jackson, being the social butterfly that he is, slipped off almost immediately, loving the attention he seemed to get almost everywhere he went.
Mark gave you a soft smile and disappeared to grab you all a drink, leaving you alone and vulnerable. You tried to act normal and pretend like you belonged there but you stuck out like a sore thumb.