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BTS Reaction| Having Sex while Another Member Is Sleeping Right Beside The Both Of You

[Requested : having sex with a member while another member is sleeping in the other bed beside you two]

YOONGI:

The room was dark and quiet as yoongi went to work on top of you with his hand over your mouth to keep you from waking namjoon who was sleeping in the other bed beside you two. As yoongi felt himself getting close , he tried to keep quiet, failing miserably as he gripped you tightly while letting out a few moans.

“Man what the hell is going on?” Namjoon said while flicking on the lights.

Originally posted by meanyoongis

JIMIN:

Since jungkook was sleeping in the other bed bed beside the both of you, you and jimin decided to do nothing except sleep. But a couple of kisses turned into a heavy make out session which turned into tearing each others clothes off. No vocals were being made, just the sound of heavy breathing and the headboard lightly hitting the wall.

“Um…guys?” Jungkook whispered.

Originally posted by dominodomi

TAEHYUNG:

A nervous taehyung flipped you over so that you were laying on your stomach. He peeped over into yoongis direction for the 6th time to make sure he was still asleep because he was afraid of waking him. Taehyung layed onto your back, wrapping his arm around you so that his hand was tightly covering your mouth as he roughly begin to thrust in and out of you. His low but deep groans, and your hushed moans echoed through the room, but never woke yoongi up.

Originally posted by jimin-bts-trashs

JUNGKOOK

Even though Jin was sleeping in the other bed beside you two, jungkook was still down to have sex because he had been wanting you all day. To avoid waking jin, he reminded you over and over to not make any noises yet he couldn’t even control his loud moans and screams as you relentlessly slammed you hips down onto his repeatedly.

Originally posted by jkookisdaddy

NAMJOON:

Namjoon bent you over on the bed, harshly sliding in and out of you, both of you completely forgetting​ that jimin was sleeping right across from the two of you. The sounds of skin slapping together and heavy moans and groans, ended up waking jimin, but neither of you noticed until the lights flicked on.

Originally posted by https-km

JHOPE:

Jhope finally agreed on letting you ride on top of him, after say no countless times because of taehyung sleeping in the other bed. Once your hips were bouncing on top of his, he became more than happy that he allowed it to happen as he sat against the headboard, gripping you waist, and letting out multiple whiny moans. After one whole hour of going at it, you looked over at taehyung who was thankfully still sleeping.

Originally posted by jkookisdaddy

JIN

Jin didn’t seem to care about waking jhope, who was peacefully sleeping in the other bed across from you two, as he gripped your thighs open, burying himself inside of you continuously. His loud moans and the bed railing that sounded as if it would break any moment, woke not only jhope but everyone else in the house as well.

Originally posted by jxnhyungs

anonymous asked:

andreil in a hospital?

One of the things Andrew has recently grown more comfortable with is touch. He still doesn’t love it, won’t accept it from most people, but thanks to the cats he’s less likely to jump or default to his knives if something brushes against his legs.

Which is good, because even though the apartment is empty other than them and King definitely prefers Neil, she’s snaking between Andrew’s legs anyway. He stoops slightly to brush her back with one hand—he doesn’t indulge them the way Neil does, but Neil isn’t here to see it, and the cats can’t talk, so ultimately, no harm done.

He needs to stop thinking about Neil so much when Neil isn’t here. It’s a normal occurrence—they both live in Chicago, but they play for rival teams, so their schedules aren’t perfectly lined up. Neil is in Washington this weekend for a game, and Andrew has a home game against Kansas City.

Andrew’s phone vibrates—undoubtedly a text from Neil. He opens it immediately and thinks about how unlikely he is to ever admit to anyone how much he misses Neil. Except for maybe Neil himself, and only if he was on his deathbed or something.

Neil’s text reads, good luck tonight! and is accompanied by a selfie of him and Dan. Cute.

*

The game is a brutal one, even from between the goalposts. Andrew takes a nasty hit during a brawl early on but doesn’t get benched until the second half, when a fourth ball clatters hard enough against his helmet to leave his vision swimming.

He resolutely does not check the score for Neil’s game—he’ll find out via phone call as soon as it ends anyway, or else a reporter will ask him about it as they leave or someone will announce it to the entire court (crosstown rivals and all that)—and so it’s not until his phone suddenly explodes with messages and tweets that he knows something has happened.

A call breaks through it—from one Dan Wilds, who is currently with Neil, which must have something to do with his phone being swamped with notifications—and he manages to answer it before it, too, disappears into the mess.

“What is it?” he says.

“Andrew? You good?”

He hates niceties and small talk, especially when they get in the way of his finding out necessary information. “Where is Neil?”

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Pretty Moans

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned


Genre: SMUT. FILTHY FILTHY SMUT. and fluffy aftercare

Word Count: 3744

Warnings: This is filth, a fuck ton of teasing, gags, handcuffs, jimin is flexible, vibrators and shit, a mountain of filth, i am ashamed of myself, disgustingly fluffy aftercare. You’ve been warned.


Jimin whimpered pathetically under Namjoon’s touch. Eyes screwed shut in concentration, he tried to be as quiet as possible.

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Favorite Whump Tropes

hello friends! to celebrate the 815 followers that this little blog now has (whaaaa?!! thank you all so much!), i’ve decided to put together a list of some of my favorite whump tropes and situations. you know. for reference. ;) what are some of your favorite whump-y moments? i’d definitely love to know! 

now… let the fun begin! 

  • hiding potentially fatal injuries (if untreated) to avoid distracting their friends from the task at hand
  • pale skin, dark shadows under their eyes, lines of pain around their mouth, shaking hands, hunched shoulders, raspy breathing, blood staining the fabric of their (dark) clothes, sweat beading on their forehead
  • stumbling and staggering along (especially when it’s the leader of the group, so the entire team of friends can see and exchange worried glances behind their back) 
  • hands on their elbows to steady them when they threaten to topple over
  • the almost asked “are you okay” or “do you need help” 
  • worried glances, obviously conflicted about whether to confront them about the obvious signs of injury or to hover nearby, awaiting the inevitable 
  • when they finally collapse – whether it’s planned, slumping casually to the ground to “rest”, legs uncoordinated and trembling, their back against a tree, eyes slipping shut in exhaustion and pain and finding themselves unable to get back up, collapsing with a cry of pain when it’s attempted – or if it’s sudden and unexpected, the staggering getting worse as they walk, hands reaching for the wall, an obliging tree, or a friendly shoulder, the murmur of a name on their lips right before their eyes roll back in their head, legs folding underneath them
  • worried friends desperately running instantly to their side, gripping their shoulders, smacking their (too pale) face or 
  • the "hovering friend” being just close enough to catch them as they crumple, hands on their arms, hands supporting their head as they’re lowered gently to the ground
  • “wake up! hey, don’t do this to me. stay with me, you hear me?” 
  • “stay with me!” and “don’t do this to me!” in general

    (i just realized i kind of wrote a story there… heh. give me a show (i’m familiar with) to write it for, and i’ll do it. ;))

  • “i’m okay, don’t worry about me. we need to focus on —-” (especially if it’s a person that needs rescued, helped, found, etc)
  • hands holding them down, hands smoothing back hair, whispered nothings
  • “hey, hey, it’s okay, stop trying to move, alright? we have to take care of this before you —”
  • dabbing sweat off a fevered brow, reassuring voices in the midst of delirium
  • trembling (bloodstained) hands scrabbling for the fingers of a friend, the grip turning their knuckles white when it’s finally in their grasp
  • only one person (the best friend, preferably, or the one they were injured protecting, or the one who was with them through the ordeal) being able to calm them in the throes of fever (or drug-induced nightmare) in the aftermath 
  • unexplained weakness and exhaustion, especially due to some supernatural force, side effects or sacrifice (Stiles, Teen Wolf 3b was my whump heaven) 
  • waking up in pain with no accessible medical help or morphine, their eyes fluttering open, gaze flickering weakly, barely able to turn their heads to the worried faces of their friends as they hover nearby
  • “can you hear me? hey, can you hear me?” as their eyes flutter closed
  • muffled screams, hands over mouths, whispered “i’m sorry”s as a friend tries to clean / bind / analyze a wound while preventing them from alerting the enemy / predator to their location 
  • shaking, sweating, in so much pain they can hardly speak
  • pain when they breathe, every breath like molten lava in their chest 
  • winces, shuddering, hitching breaths, gasping for air 
  • “i can’t… breat–i can’t breathe”
  • fast, panting gasps in the aftermath of a painful ordeal
  • fingers going limp, releasing the hand of a friend or slipping off an object they had seized in the midst of their agony 
  • when their focus blurs, breathing fast and shallow, head slumping to the side as they lose consciousness (from pain, blood loss, etc)
  • strangled cries from between gritted teeth, hitched breaths when the injury is inspected, blood soaked clothing pulled away from the crusted wound
  • seizures, bodies arching off hospital beds, frantic fingers trying to hold them down as the bed rails shake with the force of the fit 
  • an oxygen mask being pressed forcefully over their face, the command to “leave it be, you need all the help you can get”
  • the frantic search for a friend, the desperate, determined “they’re alive, i know it, they have to be” 
  • the moment when the lost is found, the choked whisper of their name as they rush to their side, hands lifting their head off the floor, the harried search for injuries
  • the “oh my god. oh my god. hey, we need a medic in here!” shout, desperate, tinged with fear, then the barely disguised tremor in their voice as they turn back to their friend, whispering, commanding, “you’re gonna be okay, you hear me? you’re gonna be fine.”
  • found unconscious (or barely conscious) on the floor and someone sits behind them, physically dragging their head and shoulders into their lap, gentle fingers smoothing the rumpled hair and pale face 
  • arms wrapped around their chest, slow, shuffling movements, the winces of pain as they climb into a vehicle, head pressed against the window, the worried glance of the driver at the hitching breaths as the car hits bumps in the road 

I’m positive that there are more, but this is all I can think of right now; more to come, I’m sure! ;) 

-WG

Family // FP & Jughead Jones

Request: Can you do a FP Jones x reader x Jughead Jones oneshot where the reader is FP’s gf for awhile & Jug has never liked the reader(you can make up why he don’t like her). When she gets prego w/ FP’s baby, Jug gets distant towards FP&everyone? When the reader is 9 mo, she goes into labor but FP isn’t there to be w/ her bc he’s in jail or something, so she begs for Jug to be there bc she doesn’t want to be alone. he gives in & he’s happy to meet his new baby sibling & calls reader mom? Fluff plz!

Pairing: FP Jones x girlfriend!reader, jughead jones x mom!reader

Words: 2053

Warnings: fluuuufffff, may kill u

A/n: y/b/n, is your baby’s name. Also, I hope y'all like this.

You pace the length of the trailer bathroom nervously, eyeing the piece of plastic on the counter every so often.

This is the most nervous you’ve felt in your whole life. While FP was asleep, you ran to the nearest drug store and picked up a pregnancy test. You had missed your period for two months now, and the first time you dismissed it as an irregularity because of your birth control. However, once the second month rolled around and there was still no blood, you knew something was up.

So here you are. You decided that you would wait until you knew for sure before scaring the shit out of FP. Come to think of it, you had no idea how he would react. The thought just made you more nervous.

Over a minute had passed, and you thought for sure that the pregnancy test must be done. You had placed it upside down on the toilet lid so you wouldn’t have to look at it. You picked it up, flipping it around …

All of the air was taken from you as you saw the two lines on the stick.

You were excited, but the uncertainty of FP’s reaction overshadowed it.

You take a deep breath, grabbing the stick and hiding it behind you. Walk out of the bathroom and toward the kitchen, and you smell freshly brewed coffee.

As you walk into the kitchen, you see FP’s back turned to you.

“Uh, FP,” your voice comes out weak.

He turns around,“Morning, baby. Coffee?” He notices your worried expression instantly,“Are you alright?”

You clear your throat, but then decide that you didn’t really need to talk. You brought the stick that was previously hidden behind your back into view, and FP’s eyes widen.

He doesn’t say anything, and you feel tears come to your eyes,“I’m pregnant, Forsythe.”

He still says nothing, and tears drop down your cheeks. He’s been staring at your stomach this whole time, but finally looks up at you,“Hey, why are you crying, doll? This is a good thing, right?”

“It is? I just didn’t know if you were ready or if you thought-”

His laughter cuts you off, and you send a confused expression. You were sitting here crying and he thinks this is funny?

“Baby, sweetheart. Of course we’re ready. I’ve got a job, you’ve got a job. We love each other. The next thing is, well, is this,” he says with a cheeky smile.

“Oh thank god,” you run up to him, encasing him in hug. You can’t hear the door open over your excitement.

“Hey, dad- whoa, sorry,” Jughead suddenly walks in, and looks away.

“Jug, its fine. We were just hugging,” you separate from FP, both of your mouths still smiling wide.

Jug turns back to you, him being the confused one now,“What’s with all the excitement?” But as soon as he finishes his sentence, he notices the stick you’re holding.

His face drops instantly,“Oh. You’re pregnant.”

“Wow, Jughead. Don’t sound so enthusiastic,” his dad retorts.

“So this is actually a thing. You’re not just replacing mom, but you’re trying to replace Jellybean too,” he says with a hard expression.

You open your mouth to say something, but decide it’s probably better if FP handled it.

“Jug, I’ve been with y/n for over a year. You have to accept this, and you have to accept your mom left me and doesn’t want to come back. I will love this child, but no more than I love you or Jellybean,” FP says with a hopeful look.

Jughead just shakes his head and exits the trailer.

***

After you had gotten pregnant, Jughead almost completely cut off ties with you and his father. He was even being distant toward his friends, but not on purpose.

You’re about seven months along, and you had just witnessed FP getting arrested for the murder of Jason Blossom. This murder case has put a damper on your mood throughout your pregnancy, with FP trying his hardest to keep your mind off of it. For you and the baby’s sake.

The news about FP being arrested hasn’t spread yet, so you decide it would be best for Jug to hear it from you. Even if he hates you.

After taking longer than what is normal to get your shoes on, you get in your car, making your way to Pop’s, the best place for you to search for Jughead.

When you arrive, you see through the glass hay Jughead is sitting with his three friends, like usual.

You walk into Pops, your eyes still red from crying when they took FP away.

Approaching the booth, Archie clears his throat and gets Jughead’s attention.

He looks up at you, previously smiling, but it drops when he realizes who it is.

“Can I talk to you Jug? It’s important, about your father,” you croak.

“You can tell me in front of them,” he says, sneering slightly.

“Uh, okay, if you insist,” he stays silent when you pause. “Okay, well. FP has just been arrested for the murder of Jason Blossom. I just thought you should be the first one to know.”

All four of the teens eye’s widen, and no one says anything until Betty speaks up,“Uh, thanks for telling us Y/n.”

You nod, exiting the diner. You almost wish you wouldn’t have told Jughead, and would’ve let him find it out for himself. But then he’d only hate you more.

*two months later*

“Well, looks like I’m having a baby,” you glance down at the floor in disgust at the pool of water between your legs.

You sigh, deciding that with contractions, it may not be the best to drive. So you decide the best way to go would be to call Fred Andrews, FP’s best friend.

You dial his number, waiting patiently for him to pick up the phone.

F: hello?

Y: hey, yeah, it’s y/n. My water just kind of broke, and I don’t think I’m in the best position to drive myself to the hospital.

F: oh. Oh! Oh shit! Yeah, I’ll be there in five. Just, uh, hang in there?

Y: yeah, sure. Just hurry, please.

You hang up your phone, grabbing a drawstring bag with some things you want to take to the hospital with you.

You walk out to the porch of the trailer barefoot (because honestly, you weren’t bending over at this point) and wait for Fred to pull up.

Once he does, he puts it in park and rushes up to you, helping you to the passenger side of his truck. There was no way in hell you were getting up there yourself.

Once you were both in the car and on the way to the hospital, a sudden wave of depression hit you. Hormones for one, and the fact that you knew FP wouldn’t be there for you.

You pull out your cellphone, scrolling to the only contact that would make sense to call. Jughead.

He doesn’t answer you, of course, but you leave a voicemail.

“Hey, Jug. I just wanted to let you know that I’m going into labor, and your dad can’t be with me so I was really, really hoping you would come and see your sibling be born. I know it may be a lot to ask. I’m begging you. I cannot do this alone. I know you hate me, but I’ve grown to love you. And I really hope I’ll see you in that hospital room.”

You hang up with a sigh, and you then realize that you’re at the hospital.

“He’s a good kid. I’m sure he’ll show up. You sure you’re alright on your own?” Feed questions.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I do need help getting out of this truck though,” you say with a laugh.

***
“OH LORD HAVE MERCY IS IT COMING YET?” It’s an hour later, and you’re squirming in your hospital room. Contractions are bad, and you just wish this sucker would pop out already.

You reach for your phone, about to leave Jughead the fourth voicemail.

To your surprise, he picks up this time.

“Y/n, you’ve left me three voicemails. What could you possibly want from me that bad?” He questions, slightly agitated.

“Well, I’m currently contracting a lot, my water broke earlier. Soon I’ll be popping this child out of me, and I was really hoping you would be here with me because your father can’t.”

Before he can reply, you drop your phone as you grip the bed rails, another painful contraction coming on.

A nurse comes in,“Alright, Miss L/n, it’s time to go. Is anyone coming?”

“I think my step son might be coming, the baby’s brother, but I don’t know,” you squirm again.

“Alright, we’ll keep an eye out for him,” she replies and begins to push your bed to another room as a contraction comes on.

“SON OF A F-”

***

“Alright, get ready to push!” You look around nervously, not seeing Jughead.

He didn’t come. He hates you that much, that he’d skip out on seeing his little brother or sister born?

“Y/n, push!” You let out a deranged scream as you push again, feeling like you’re getting nowhere.

As the doctor tells you to push again, you feel a hand on yours.

You open your eyes, half expecting to see FP, but instead see Jughead.

You mouth a thank you to him as you’re commanded once again to push, and you scream in pain. You tighten your grip on Jughead’s hand as a reaction, and he grabs back. Maybe he doesn’t hate you so much after all.

You pushed and pushed with all your might, thinking that you were going to break Jughead’s hand.

“Young man, would you like to cut the umbilical cord?” Jughead looks back to you for approval and you nod your head with a smile. You see his eyes crinkle and know that he’s smiling too.

After the cord is cut, a nurse takes the baby momentarily to clean them off.

After a moment, the nurse walks over to you,“Here’s your beautiful baby girl.”

You hold her in your arms, tears rolling down your face from the extreme joy swelling in your chest.

“Hello, little y/b/n,” you say with a smile.

“Y/b/n? Let me guess, dad’s idea?” Jughead asks with a smile.

“Of course.”

***

After the baby (finally) was delivered, you and Jughead were sent back to your original hospital room.

The nurses said after they cleaned the baby and wrapped her up, they would bring her to you.

“Alright, Miss L/n. Here’s your baby girl. When you want to rest just let one of us or this young man here know, and then we can lay her down,” the nurse says with a smile as she hands you your daughter.

You stroke her little nose, it was definitely FP’s. You couldn’t wait to see her little eyes open. Her hair was dark, like FP’s also. That definitely had given you heart burn.

You look over at Jughead, who decided to stay and take a seat in the corner.

“Jug, you want to hold her?” You look at him with a lazy smile.

He gets up from his chair, swallowing nervously. He walks to you, and you hand him y/b/n,“Make sure her head is resting on your arm.”

“Okay, okay,” Jughead mumbles nervously. “She’s so tiny.” He mutters as he gazes down at her.

“Yeah, most babies are,” you respond.

He rolls his eyes,“Still a smart ass on pain meds, I see.” He looks at the baby, and to your surprise, starts talking to her. “Hi, y/b/n. I’m sorry your dad can’t be here right now, but your big brother is. And I love you very much. So is mom. She loves you the most, probably. And even though I don’t act like it, I’m very grateful for her, and even more for you.”

Your mouth drops open a little bit when the word ‘mom’ comes out of his mouth, but you smile immediately afterwards.

“Jughead Jones, a softie. Who would have thought,” you smile.

He rolls his eyes again, smiling still.

“Babies do that to ya.”

With All My Heart - Part 11

Word Count: 2691

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Medical situations

A/N: Thanks to @percywinchester27 for the help 

Feedback and Constructive Criticism Always Appreciated

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“Can I have access to my girlfriend sometime this week?” Jensen glared at Emma who hadn’t stopped cuddling you since you let her in the room. You were going home today and she still refused to leave your side, taking up half your bed and clinging to you like glue.

“No.” She answered, burying her face in your neck. “She’s mine now. You had your turn.” You held your hand up to your face and laughed, cringing a little at the pain it caused. You didn’t see him snap the photo of you in that moment, but he couldn’t help himself. Seeing you laughing again made him happy.

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anonymous asked:

Could we please get junkrat getting jealous of Mercy because reader keeps going to see her. Turns out reader is going for check ups as they are now pregnant by junkrat. Reader revels to him at the end its twins.

Thanks for the request!  I love writing for Junkrat, my trash son.


Word count: 2080


Twice now you had done it.  Two times in which you told your boyfriend that you couldn’t be with him because you had to go see Dr. Zeigler.  And those were just the times you had a planned appointment, and not including the five times you were sick and gone to see her.  At first he was worried something was gravely wrong with you–because why else would you be throwing up throughout the day without giving him a reason?  No, he knew you must have just wanted to spend time with the kind doctor.

“What’cha think she’s doin’ Roadie?” he asked.  He sat hunched over a table, chin resting on the metal as he poked at a bomb with one finger.  

“Her business,” came the rumbled reply.  He was reading a book beside the smaller Junker, mask on and turning pages quickly despite his narrow field of vision.

A whine escaped between Jamison’s teeth that turned into a loud groan.  In a quick motion he flicked a match up and lit the end of the bomb’s fuse.  He laughed as he watched it burn down until Roadhog reached over, never looking away from his book, and put the fuse out with his thumb and index finger.  Another whine came from Jamison.  

“What’s going on in here?” came your voice as you walked into the room.  You were a little paler than normal, but you smiled.  Jamison eyed you, knowing you had just been to see the doctor and questioning why you were smiling.  Normally you only smiled for him like that, but lately it had been after your visits.  He let his tongue slid over his teeth, arms crossed.  

Your eyes fell from his pouting lips to the small round bomb on the table.  “Jami, you know you can’t set things off in here.  Just go to the blasting range if you want; that’s what it’s there for.”  You came around the table and gave him a kiss on the cheek, thinking his pout was because of the bomb and nothing more.  “We can go now if you want?”

He jumped at the idea, grinning wide.  Grabbing your hand he practically dragged you to the blasting range outside, scarred with black marks and holes in every corner of the concrete.  The wide area had been added in especially for Jami, after he set a few too many fires inside and even Roadhog had trouble keeping him under control during the long periods without a mission.  You noticed someone had set up a few targets, most likely Roadhog, with omnic faces painted on them.

A box of frag grenades sat on a plastic table, along with a few other various explosives.    You each fell into your usual rhythm, where you would light the match and fuse, and then he would throw the bomb out–sometimes it hit the target, sometimes it would “accidentally” go closer to the buildings.  But with you there he normally behaved, and would watch you as much as he would watch the explosions.  Today though, he didn’t feel like doing either.  Today, he wanted to do something very different.

As you flicked the match and watched the yellow flame ignite, you held it out to Jami with a smile.  As much as he loved to see your smile he gave you a pout and held up the bomb from earlier, watching it light the fuse.  You waited for him to throw it at the first target, a large omnic head painted on, but he didn’t.

“Jami?” you asked, suddenly worried.  There wasn’t much time before the fuse ran out.

“I’m not sure I feel like usin’ the targets, darl,” he said.  “Why not blow something real up for once?”

“Jami you know–”

Before you could finish your thought, let alone your sentence, Jami tossed the bomb over his shoulder.  It bounced twice before landing in a potted plant nearby, too close for your comfort.  Your hand went to your stomach instinctively as the pot exploded, showering you both with dirt and the burning leaves of whatever was in there.

When Jami heard you shout though, he realized what he was doing.  He didn’t think much about others getting hurt, not until he met you.  And while there had been some mishaps, some minor scratches and bruises from you diving for cover, nothing he’d done had ever required you to scream or worse, require a doctor.  But when he heard you cry out, and saw you duck, and pieces of the pot flew in your direction he felt as if his heart had stopped.

Jami quickly pulled you to the ground and covered your body with his, wrapping all around you.  Sharp edges of the pot sunk into his skin, some small and some not so much.  They tore into muscle, drawing blood quickly.  He barely felt it at all, his body pumped full of adrenaline as he tried his best to protect you.  When he knew the shrapnel was finished, and the world was quiet with settled dirt, he lifted back slightly to look at you.

“Oh, I’m so sorry babe,” he stated, tears springing to his eyes, “I didn’t mean that.  I’m sorry, I just don’t think.  You know me, I just can’t think sometimes.”  He swatted his head with his metal hand twice before you grabbed it.

“Jami,” you breathed, “it’s fine.  I’m fine, are you?”

“No, no, no,” he mumbled, “not fine.  Ya keep leavin’ me, I don’t like it.  Can’t think straight without you.”

Jami stood, holding his hands out for you to help you up.  Your eyes fell on the blood on his shoulder, a thick piece of clay pot sticking out of it.  You said, “We can talk about that after you go see Angela.”

Jami couldn’t stop the groan crawl out of the back of his throat.  When his nose crinkled you didn’t give him time to try and stop.  So you kept hold of him and walked him to see Angela, your legs still shaky after the explosion.  When you arrived she didn’t seem shocked to see you again.  

“Was the medicine not enough, Y/N?  Still nauseous?” she asked.

All you had to do was turn Jami around for her to understand.  He’d gone to see her plenty of times for stitches and various remedies, but he never had such a scowl on his face.  When you mentioned that you were there when it happened she immediately handed Jami off to a nurse to be patched up and attended to you.  The perks of being friends with the doctor.

Jami wanted you to stay with him, if only to keep you away from Angela.  You almost went with him until Angela insisted on a quick checkup after the scare.  

Only when the debris was taken out of his back and shoulders did he get to see you again.  But when the nurse pulled the curtain around your bed back, he wasn’t sure what he was seeing.

You lay on the bed, shirt up and tapping your fingers along the bed rail, staring at a photo in your other hand.  You appeared nervous, he thought, and your stomach shone with some kind of gel on it.

“What’s this?” he asked.  Had he really hurt you?  He felt his eyes water at the very idea of it.  Before he could start to pull at his hair and whine Angela turned to him and said, “She is fine.  Just wanted to be safe since…”  Her eyes fell on you.

“Since?” Jami prodded.  His heart nearly stopped again with those words.

“Jami,” you said slowly, “I wanted to wait a bit to tell you this…just to…make sure everything was okay.”

He moved closer to you, quickly grabbing onto your hand with his human one, and holding your arm with his other.  “You’re killin’ me here, darl.  What is it, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, I just wanted to do something with you.”  You nodded at Angela, who then placed the ultrasound probe on your belly.  Jami watched, eyes wide and eager as he tried to understand what was happening.

Soon an image flicked onto the nearby screen that Dr. Zeigler was staring at with a smile, recognizing something there.  You smiled too, but you kept your eyes on Jami.  Eventually you could both hear tiny beats, the steady pumping of a little heart.

“Ya…” he said.  His eyes focused on the black and white shape on the screen, the blurry image hard to make out.  But Jami was a smart man, and while you hadn’t thought he’d ever seen an ultrasound before you knew he would find this out on his own.  “Ya pregnant?”  He looked at you, mouth agape.  “With mine?”

You laughed and pushed the photo at him.  “Yes, with yours!”  Releasing you from his grip he stared down at the photo Angela had given you earlier that day, and then back at the screen.  The heartbeats could still be heard, and Jami seemed to stall.

“Sounds like he’s got a fast heart,” he finally said.  He kept looking between the screen and the photo.

“They’re perfectly healthy,” you replied, “both of them.”

Jami blinked at you.  “Both?”

You smiled, tears coming to your eyes partly because you weren’t sure if Jami’s reaction was a happy one, and partly because you were hearing your baby’s heartbeats for the first time.  “Yeah, twins.  I wanted to wait until you knew to hear them for the first time.”

Expression still shocked, you couldn’t read him.  Angela remained quiet.  A tear began to slide down your cheek, thinking he wasn’t happy.

“Imma be a father,” he whispered.  “Imma be someone’s daddy?”  Neither you nor Angela had anytime to say a word as he shouted, “Imma be someone’s daddy!”  He laughed loudly, nearly crushing the photo in his hands.

You let out a breath, seeing the huge smile on his face.  You added, “Two someone’s.”

“Two,” he breathed.  When he noticed the tears falling down your cheeks he leaned over and kissed you, wiping at your cheeks with his thumbs.  The kiss was long, somewhat breathtaking as you tried not to cry any more.  It must have lasted longer than you thought because you two only stopped when Angela cleared her throat.  Jami was slower to pull away.

“How far along are ya?”

“About three months,” you answered.

He looked to your stomach.  “Can’t tell at all, love.”

Dr. Zeigler handed you a cloth to wipe away the gel on your belly, and once it was gone you were about to pull your shirt down when Jami’s hand touched you gently.  His hand was hot, and a little sweaty, but he touched you as if you were glass.  You weren’t sure he had ever been so gentle with you.  His thumb stroked over your skin as he lowered himself down to eye level with your stomach.

“Two,” he whispered, “two little babies in there.”

“No more blasting range for you,” Angela said, giving you a frown.  “You will need as much rest and calm as you can get.  Twins can be complicated, you know.”  She turned her attention to Jami when you nodded.  “You need to take care of her, Jamison.”

“Absolutely, doc,” Jami replied, his hand still on your stomach.  He looked up at you.  “Whatever ya need, I got it.”  He let out a fit of giggles.  “Roadie’s gonna be so excited!”

You and Angela exchange a glance.  You said, “I’m sure he’ll be…something.”

You weren’t sure how Roadhog would feel having two little Jami’s running around, but you didn’t care; all that mattered was Jami’s own excitement.

BONUS (because it popped into my head)

“Roadie, buddy!” Jami said as you and he walked hand in hand into their workspace.  “We got news.  We’re having kids!  Two!  There are two little babies growing in Y/N!”

Roadhog looked up from his book, his expression nearly blank with the mask on but you could see his eyes widen.

“You’re having two kids?” he questioned.  The longest sentence you’d ever heard him say.  

“Yeah, twins!  Inn’it great?”

Slowly, Roadhog shut his book and set it on the table.  He stood and walked towards you both before saying, “I quit.”

Miss Stark -One shot

REQUEST !

“Could I request a tony x sister one where the team finds her in a cryo tank? She disappeared right after her parents died and she was only 16.. when she wakes up and sees Tony she remembers him but she’s shocked to find she’s still a teenager. And because of hydra she can control the elements. Maybe some fluffy tony cause he’s got his baby sister back”


Steves POV

“Guys , what’s the hold up? We have to take this base down within the next 5 minutes. ” Natasha’s voice sounds through the comms. Me and Bucky are face to face with a cryo tank that’s housing a young girl inside.

“ do you know her ?” I ask him, the way he’s staring at her sends chills through me.

“ I -I can’t remember . But something about her seems familiar . We can’t leave her here.”

“ I agree , but we can’t just release her, we don’t know how dangerous she is Buck. ” as I speak bucky disconnects the tank and opens it.

“ did you not just hear a word I said!” I yell , he lifts the girl into his arms , she doesn’t look older than 18. She has long (y/c/h) , and smooth flawless skin . Her long eyelashes rest against her cheeks and he arms hang limply as Bucky carries her.

“ we have sedatives on the jet to keep her down , I’m not leaving her here if we are blowing up this base steve .” I follow him to the jet , my eyes not leaving her motionless body as he explains to Nat and Clint about this girl. Who is she?

When we arrive back at the tower, the medic team is already waiting in the hangar . As they carefully place her onto the hospital bed and begin rolling her out of the jet  ,Tony appears.

 " Well I heard you brought home another Hydra toy, how many times are you-“ As the girl is wheeled past him, hes voice pauses.

Originally posted by thefandomlifenerd

” Oh my God.“ Tony says under his breathe as he stares at the young girl.

” Tony what-“

” Did you know? “ his voice is cold and filled with anger as he stares at Bucky

” What are you-“

” Did you know they took my sister Barnes!?“ Tony grabs Bucky by the lapels of his gear and shoves him against the nearest wall. Tony has a sister?

” N- no , I didn’t know . “ Bucky wont fight back, his guilt about his hand in killing Tonys parents is still lingering after all this time.

Natasha pulls Tony off, tugging him along with her to follow after his sister.  What the hell is going on.

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Tonys POV

 I rush behind Natasha and the medics, following them into the med bay . I watch as they hook Y/n up  to watch her vitals. How is this possible ? I should have known HYDRA took her, someone doesn’t just disappear .

” You couldn’t of known Tony.“ Natasha says from beside me.

” She was only 16, I thought- I thought she ran away , that she didn’t want to be stuck with me anymore. “  I watch the steady beeping of her heartrate, trying to push away the tears.

” Barnes says it looks like shes been frozen a while, maybe they didn’t-“

” Maybe they didn’t turn her into a weapon , a murderer? I don’t have that much faith in HYDRa ,Natasha. “ I spit .

Originally posted by jmeshowlett

My chest tightens, thinking of my innocent teenage sister being used as a toy for HYDRA.

“Any other Starks I should know about?” Steve appears on my other side, placing a hand on my shoulder. His face is sympathetic,  I send him a sad smile.

“ I thought she was gone, I didn’t think there was anything to tell.”

He nods, “ Why don’t you go get some air, we'll stay incase she wakes up . “  he offers . Why the hell is he always so nice?   I nod, knowing ill go even crazier just waiting for her to wake up.  I silently walk away, praying whatever  Hydra could of done to her is reversible.

Y/n’s POV

 The sound of beeping and hushed whispers makes it way to you ears. Where am I ?  you slowly open your eyes, seeing a red headed woman , and tall blonde at the end of the medical bed whispering.

” Where am I?“ you ask,  you go to move your hair out of your face, but are restricted by the thick cuffs chaining your hands to the railing of the bed. You frantically begin pulling at the restraints, panic invading you .Memories of  being tortured flashing through your mind , its almost as if you can still feel  all the times you were cut, beaten , and  burned all over again.

” Calm down miss, you are safe. I’m Natasha & this is Steve,  Do you know your name?“ The woman asks .

” Y/n .. Y/n Stark .“  you watch as both their eyes go wide. The blonde, Steve , looks oddly familiar.  When they don’t speak , your fear rises evenmore.

” Please, don’t- don’t hurt me. “ tears start flowing from your eyes , I cant go through this again.

” you are safe we aren’t going to -“

” Of course you are , youre Hydra ! I don’t know what you want from me!“  You are hysterically sobbing, the cuffs ripping into your wrists from how hard you’re pulling to be free.

Another man walks in, hes shorter than the bloinde & has glasses.

” Oh good, youre awake!“ he says cheerily , his tone alters when he sees the state of panic youre in .

” Y/n Stark?“  he asks, moving closer . You shrink into yourself, cowering back from the new man.

” Don’t be afraid, I’m Dr. Banner, but you can call me Bruce.Youre safe now. Do you know what SHIELD is?“ he asks calmly.

SHIELD? Dad’s SHIELD?

” Yes , my father -he was a founder. “

” You’re at a SHIELD affiliated tower, not HYDRA, you are safe . “ he places a hand on your arm . His touch is warm and comforting. The fearful tears turn into tears of joy; the feeling of being some where safe is overwhelming.

” Y/n?“ a new voice appears behind the Doctor .  A man about the same age as Bruce. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, maybe weeks . There is a strong sense of familiarity , but you cant seem to figure out why .

Originally posted by ask-science-boyfriends

His eyes stay locked on yours as he approaches you . The closer he gets, the more you recognize him . Tears rolls down his cheeks as he takes your hand in his, you don’t flinch when his hands clasp over yours.  The feeling of his hands holding yours sends a new wave of warmth and memories through you . You squeeze his hand, tears of your own freely falling.  You know the man infront of you , although hes a lot older than you remember, he is still him ; he’s still your brother.

You begin really pulling at the cuffs, craving the feeling of your brothers embrace . You begin sobbing as you feel blood leak from beneath the cuffs down your arms.

” Calm down , I’m going to get you out of these .“ Tony promises, digging in his pockets looking for the keys.

” Tony , I don’t think its a good . we don’t know if she-“

” Does she look like a threat to you Rogers?! Back off .“ Tony growls, finally finding the key and releasing you from the bonds.  You immediately through your arms around Tony, tugging him to you  . Everyone in the room tenses at how quickly you move, their bodies moving to defend Tony. Bruce stops them though , when he sees you aren’t a danger.

” What did they do to you kiddo?“ Tony asks, gently rubbing his hands down your back.

” They wanted information, but I didn’t- I couldn't  . They -“ you begin sobbing again , not able to form the words.

” Its alright, youre safe now. I’m not letting anyone take you away from me, not again.  “ 

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“On the Night You Were Born”-an Everlark one-shot

It’s definitely been awhile, but it’s @keelaree‘s birthday and I’m coming out for my girl!

Have mercy…I’m still a little out of my writing element…

Summary: A fateful, rainy night brings an interesting patient into Dr. Peeta Mellark’s ER…

Title—but not plot—taken from the famous children’s book.

 On the Night You Were Born

She walked into the emergency room of Panem Hospital, quiet and unassuming. Her thick, ebony locks pulled into a ropy braid that rested against hunched, exhausted shoulders.

In the hubbub of the lobby, packed with late-night drunken injuries and feverish children with their parents, Dr. Peeta Mellark noticed her right away.

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Be with Me

by Inspector Boxer

Fandom: Supergirl

Pairing: Supercat

Rating: T

Author’s Note: This is a prompt fill for @onegoodframe who asked for prompt #20, “Do you ever think about it? Us? Married?” Thanks to @zennie-fic for looking it over. Hope you like it!

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“Do you ever think about it? Us? Married?”

Alex took a deep breath and glanced up from the chart she was reviewing, shooting a worried look at Cat Grant. Much to her surprise, the Queen of All Media didn’t look ruffled by Kara’s question in the least, but she did smirk slightly.

“Do you?” Cat asked nonchalantly, leaning forward in her chair as Kara stared at her from her bed in the medical bay of the DEO.

Biting her lip, Alex barely refrained from interjecting. Her sister had always had some weird… thing… for this woman, and, for the first time, Alex was witnessing it firsthand. She had to admit, the two women had chemistry, but with Kara powerless and drugged to the hilt on pain medication, now might not be the best time to let a former reporter interrogate her sister.

“Do I what?” Kara asked, sounding so light and airy Alex wondered if she’d float out of the bed if she’d been able to.

“Think about us being married?” Cat’s smirk became more pronounced.

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Can’t Be Tamed: Part ONE

Katsuki Bakugou X Reader
AU: Omega verse
Theme: Combining Medieval AU and Royal AU

Trigger Warning (Just in case, if anyone gets trigger)

!Read With Caution!


The birds chirping happily in the high trees. The high trees shadowing over a small cottage which they purchased together when their relationship got deeper and serious.

Both of them wanted to be isolated from everyone else, where no one would bother them, nor journalists finding out about their relationship.

Despite they are supposed to enemies since their families strongly dislike each other for years.

However, they didn’t let that stop them from becoming friends to lovers over the years.

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anonymous asked:

That Hokage Obito anon got me thinking: What if no one else is LEFT? Sure you've got plenty if dedicated, even decently skilled shinobi filling the ranks, but no one else who has the strategic mind and raw POWER to be a leader is left, ay least not in any condition to do so. That leaves Obito, who doesnt WANT it anymore, but it does put him in a position to research the hell out of how to fix everything. Like, say, going back in time to kick Zetsu in the teeth....

REALLY HOW DARE YOU 


“No,” Obito says, flat and cold.

It’s testament to how much she’s hardened over the last year that Hinata doesn’t even blink. She certainly doesn’t waver, feet planted firmly on the other side of the bed and eyes fixed on him.

“Do you really think I would come to you if there was any other option?” she asks quietly.

“Do you really think I care?” Obito retorts, and he doesn’t look away from Sakura’s gaunt, wasted face, pale against the hospital sheets.

There’s a long pause, and then a soft pad of steps interrupted by the click of a crutch. Hinata limps forward until she’s hovering over the bed as well, looking down at her friend, and her mouth pulls into an unhappy slant, her pale eyes full of grief.

“The Clan Heads agreed,” she tells him. “Unanimously. I don’t think that’s ever happened before.”

Obito snorts before he can help it, both at the flicker of tired humor and the thought of calling the ragged assortment of shinobi Clan Heads. They’re children, or just barely beyond it. The children he fought in the last war, dragged into seats of power they’re not ready for, and Obito isn’t going to be among them.

“Give it to Gai,” he says instead, because Gai probably would have been Kakashi’s choice, if he’d survived to take the hat back.

“I admire Gai greatly,” Hinata says quietly, “but he’s not Hokage material. There are some decisions he won’t be able to make, and they’re the ones we need right now.”

It’s true, though Obito doesn’t want it to be. Gai is strategic, but only when immediately involved in things, and he doesn’t have that streak of darkness in him that most shinobi do. It’s admirable, but it means that he makes decisions based on the right thing to do and sentiment and good choices. That will kill them all more quickly than the enemy could, right now.

A breath, and Hinata leans forward, bracing a hand on the railing of the bed to meet Obito’s eyes. She holds them steadily, sharp and intent, and there’s exhaustion in the lines of her face but also a determination that echoes with painful familiarity.

“Naruto would have wanted it,” she says, a killing blow.

Obito takes a breath, closing his eyes. Naruto, who they found on the battlefield far too late to save. Naruto, who Hinata screamed and wept over, even as Ino tried to drag her back. Naruto, whose death drove Sasuke to recklessness that killed him within a week, and left the burden of the Hokage’s position on Sakura, where it might as well have killed her.

“Please,” Hinata whispers, loud in the silence of the room. She’s not crying, but Obito would feel better if she were—the grief in her should be too much for any one body to contain. “You’re a strategist, and you’re stronger than anyone left. You’re smart, calculating, ruthless—you’re everything we need in a Hokage right now. I wouldn’t ask, I wouldn’t want this, but Obito—you’re our only choice.”

The ache is overwhelming. Obito lets himself fold forward, pressing his hands over his face. He doesn’t want this, either. It was a dream, once, but.

But.

Obito is three decades and a thousand worlds away from the little boy who wanted acknowledgement, who would have done anything to be Hokage and be seen. Like this, with enemies at the gate and poison in the water, with all of the Hidden Villages beset and their numbers dwindling, with no way to win and the only goal being to hold out as long as possible until someone can figure out who and what these creatures are—

This isn’t what Obito meant, when he once said he wanted to be Hokage.

A sharp, shuddering breath, and Obito scrubs his hands over his face. Damn Kakashi to hell and back, leaving him alone like this. Damn him for dying at the start of all this, damn Naruto for getting himself killed saving their forces, damn Sasuke for following him, and damn Sakura for sacrificing herself to put up a barrier around Konoha. There are only a handful of Konoha’s best remaining, and all of them are scarred and tired and worn down. They’re dying, as a village.

But Obito—well. If there’s one thing he’s good at, it’s surviving against all odds.

“Unanimously?” he asks, because he’s spent the last five years a near-prisoner, and understandably so. Too valuable to kill, repentant as he was, but too dangerous to let go free, with too many sins on his head regardless. Kakashi had overseen his confinement, right up until the battles started getting fiercer. Right up until Konoha started losing, which isn’t a thing that has ever happened before. Konoha is the strongest of the villages, by far, and the attacks on them are proportionately merciless.

“Unanimously,” Hinata confirms, and Obito looks up at her. She isn’t wearing her hitai-ate, and the faded mark of the Caged Bird Seal stands out against her skin, the short bob of her dark hair. Hanabi had gotten Sakura to alter the seals, tie them to the Clan Head so that her death would remove the seal entirely, and Obito wonders if Hinata has forgiven her sister for that yet. For making plans for her death, rather than just fighting to survive.

Hinata, he thinks sometimes, has become a little too much like Naruto, after all these years. All his best parts, and all his worst. It’s…comforting, even when it shouldn’t be.

It’s the reason he recognizes the light in her eyes right now, the relief and buried joy. Hinata might present the perfect appearance of a Hyuuga Clan Head to those around her, but they both loved Naruto with the same ferocity, the same blind devotion. It leaves them open to each other, and Obito should probably hate it, but he can’t bring himself to.

They’re both of them broken and dimmed and fading, but Naruto was their sun even if his eyes were focused elsewhere. Maybe it’s not a comfortable connection, but it’s what they have.

“What did you find?” he asks, and knows it’s something. Something that’s given Hinata hope.

She takes a breath, doesn’t look away from Obito’s mismatched eyes, Rinnegan and Sharingan both. “Sasuke had a theory,” she says, and her mouth curls with faint pain at the name. “I found his notes. He thought—the shadows. They could be remnants of Kaguya, working on instinct.”

It makes a horrific kind of sense, and Obito swallows, feeling his stomach turn. Kaguya and her influence, targeting chakra, devouring life. It fits, even though he doesn’t want it to. “And?”

Hinata smiles, bare and tired, and shifts her crutch out of the way as she carefully settles into the chair across from him, with Sakura’s painful, rasping breaths between them. “I was looking through the library,” she confesses, looking down at her folded hands, and in the middle of a war as fierce as this one, it is a confession. They’re supposed to be sleeping, or training, or fighting, with no time left for other things. “There were…references. To kinjutsus. Kinjutsus that only the Hokage can access.”

Obito contemplates her for a moment, considering. Konoha’s forbidden jutsus are by and large Tobirama’s creations, requiring massive amounts of chakra but also pinpoint control, and of the shinobi left in the village, Obito is probably the only one who can manage both. “Specific kinjutsus, I assume,” he prompts.

Hinata’s smile gains an edge, and she’s beautiful, worn but still fighting, grieving from the loss of so very many people but still forging ahead. Obito’s seen her with Karin, wrapped together with all the desperation of love in wartime, and he hopes it’s made her happy even as he knows it will never be enough for anyone.

“Did you know another Uchiha had Kamui?” she asks.

Obito blinks, taken aback. He hadn’t, but then, Zetsu and Madara hadn’t been inclined to tell him much of anything, and he hadn’t spent time in the Uchiha records whenever he managed to sneak into Konoha. He eyes Hinata, raising a brow, and she actually laughs.

“The Nidaime recorded his encounters with an Uchiha kunoichi who he thought could bend time when she teleported,” she says. “And then he tried to recreate the ability. The Flying Thunder God was the result, when he realized she was bending space, but before that…”

Before that the Nidaime had been experimenting with altering time, and if anyone could manage it, it would be a mad genius like Tobirama.

Obito breathes in, shaky and uncertain, and shakes himself. He thinks of it, of the applications and logistics, of when and how and where they could step in to create the greatest number of ripples, and then thinks about kicking Zetsu in the teeth.

“I’m in,” he says, and the smile that twists his face is all teeth. “As long as you’re coming with me.”

“And Karin,” Hinata says, determined, and when Obito casts her a glance—because Hinata is a viciously selfish creature, and it’s one of the things he likes best about her, but he’d like an explanation for this particular idea—she tips her chin up and says, “She’s an Uzumaki.”

And really, that’s all the justification anyone could need, Obito thinks, wry. With those chakra levels and that brain, not to mention that will—

“She knows?” he asks.

Hinata smiles, just a little. “It was her idea in the first place,” she says.

Yeah, looking for a time-travel jutsu sounds like an Uzumaki solution, without a doubt. But Obito just snorts, shaking his head, and pushes to his feet. One last glance at Sakura, a friend and an ally and someone he’d never thought to like, but who had managed to earn his admiration anyway, and then he steps around the bed and offers Hinata his hand. She takes it, delicate pale fingers sliding into his scarred ones, and he pulls her to her feet.

“I’ll take the hat,” he tells her. “But only long enough to raid the vaults. And next time? Lead with that.”

Hinata laughs, short but warm with pure relief, and grips his hand tightly. “Where?” she asks. “Or—when?”

Obito considers it. Three options, depending on whether he and Karin together can gather enough chakra, but the best… “Back to the beginning,” he says. “The Warring Clans era. We find Zetsu and destroy him, and then Kaguya isn’t a problem anymore.”

She smiles, full of sharp edges and blades in the dark, fractured pieces she’s only barely holding together. It’s beautiful, like a red sun over a killing field. Obito thinks of stepping onto the battlefield of the Warring Clans time with her, and grins right back, all vicious humor and the promise of blood.

Maybe they can’t save their world, not the way they want to, but this is might be the next best thing.

Those who are Broken | Chapter One

Everyone has a soulmate. Except the Broken.

Word count: 1871

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Originally posted by gothdollysedits

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He sounds super pissed,” you quietly mumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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| Protected | Yixing X Reader AU Series | Chapter 2 |

Assassin!Yixing X Bodyguard!Reader

Genre: Action, angst, mystery

Warnings: Blood, violence, language, guns

Word Count: 4,514

Chapter 1 | Chapter 3



…Beep…


…Beep…


…Beep…


Before you could open your eyes, the repetitive sound of a hospital monitor reverberated in your head, the monotonous drone of it quickly unsettling you.


Why am I-


The soft, yet unpleasant sound of metal screeching against metal caused you to force your eyelids open, presenting you with the blurry image of a male nurse making his way through the doorway with a small metal cart.


Your head jerked up, wincing at the bright intensity of the overhead lights as you examined the cramped hospital room you found yourself in.


“How are you feeling, miss?” The nurse’s words rang in your head, causing it to throb.


“I’m- I’m-” You struggled to get a single word out of your system as your throat contracted dryly.


The nurse pulled up alongside the hospital bed and began to fumble with the medical instruments that lay sprawled out on his cart. “It’s alright, your senses will come back to you slowly. The IV you have right now should help with the pain.”


An IV?


Glancing down, a thin tube that protruded from your forearm confirmed the nurse’s statement.


“What- how-… Why am I here?” You brought your other hand to your hair, scratching your head in confusion.


Turning your head back to face the nurse, your heart lept into your throat. Upon reexamination, the staff-member didn’t seem much like a typical staff-member at all.. As your vision began to focus itself, the nurse’s hulking biceps and rippling muscles told your nerves that this man was significantly over-qualified to be working as a medical assistant. Lifting your gaze, you noticed the beginnings of a sinister tattoo along the man’s neck, the extent of its length as well as the design was obscured by the green medical scrubs. You squinted your eyes, drifting your vision all over the man’s body to get a read on who exactly was in the room with you. As he turned around from his cart, your colored, exhausted eyes met his black, beady ones.


Something’s not right.


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Sledgehammer

Chapter Nine

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader  |  Word Count: 2487
Warnings: Angst and swearing


Steve sat on the bed in his girl’s room with his head in his hands. It had been five days and she was still missing.

Tony and Bruce had made it to the place she’d crashed, finding his bike, beat up yet still functional, but it didn’t matter to him.

She was gone, disappeared without a trace.

None of Tony’s tricks had worked, none of his tech had worked, and nothing the Iron Man had thought up in the last few days had them any closer to finding her.

The Hulk had torn through the trees in anger, calming only after he’d destroyed half the forest, allowing Bruce to return and assist with sorting through the mess.

Now, after days of piecing it all together, they had a disturbing overview of what Garry had been doing. FRIDAY had been able to pull up partial conversations she’d had with Bucky, one she’d had with Sam, the one with Bruce. She’d replayed what had occurred in the lounge with Sharon, adding in the arrival of (Y/N) and her subsequent race for the garage.

But they didn’t know why.

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Catch a Falling Star

Characters: CastielXReader

Word Count: 2264 (Part 2)

A/N: Part 2 of a Soulmate AU mini-series. I’m uncertain how many “parts” will make up this mini-series – the original outline is for 5, but my muse has a sordid history of adding more plot twists, turns, and verbs than I initially anticipate and/or know what to do with. Thank you ALL for the overwhelmingly KIND and POSITIVE feedback thus far! I hope/strive not to disappoint. Enjoy the ride. (P.S. Still on vacation mode and taking advantage of a quaint coffee shop with wifi on this rainy afternoon – will respond personally when I have normal internet access.)

Summary: What if angels didn’t end up just anywhere when they are banished by sigils…what if sometimes they end up exactly where they need to be? Turns out you are Castiel’s grounding stone, and it’s more complicated than either of you realizes. Cue the hurt/comfort and mandatory associate angst (be warned, it gets heavy). Angels are a damned stubborn lot, and in this regard Castiel is no different from his kin.

Catch up if you missed a chapter: Part 1

Man seemingly drops out of the sky. With an absolute disregard for common sense given your lakeside isolation, you invite the peculiar stranger into your home. You convince him to disrobe and shower. Obviously his common sense could also do with some fine tuning – what sensible person follows a random stranger home and immediately consents to getting naked? Alright, it wasn’t immediate, he put up a gallant protest and you routed his muddied multi-layer modesty at every turn until he acquiesced and passed his trench coat, suit, and shoes through the barely cracked door of the bathroom. Perhaps you’ve underestimated your powers of persuasive speech all these years. Perhaps you should consider a new career revolving around this superpower. Lawyer? Lobbyist? Nah.

Hissssssssss. Beep!

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Safe and Sound

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1,866

Request:  By anon! “Heya 💝 I wanted to ask for an imagine with bucky where he frees you from being kidnapped by hydra just before your anniversary with buck. When he finds you he carries you outside cause you’re too weak from all the wounds and he brings you home caring for you. Then you feel sad cause you have to stay in bed on your special day but he reassures you that it’s all fine as long as you’re safe, so you spend the day cuddling? :)”

Warning: a lil’ bit of an ouch, with fluff. 

A/N: Thank you all for all the love on yesterday’s fic! I hope you enjoy this one as well! I wanted to add, that for, now requests are closed! I hope to open them again, but my priority is to write the ones I already have first! Lots of big smooches to you all, <3 As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! 


“Natasha?”

“Hmm?”

“Have you by any chance heard from Y/N?” Bucky asked the concern was so visible when he spoke that the redhead looked up from her food in an instant.

“Last I spoke to her was yesterday, why?” she cocked a brow, looking at the man in front of her, but all he did was look at his phone, busy typing away.

“What’s wrong? Trouble in paradise?” she asked.

“No! God no. Everything is perfect, but she isn’t answering my calls or texts. It’s unlike her. I can’t help but worry,”

Natasha frowned in concern and picked up her phone. She sent you a text and waited a few minutes: no answer. Bucky urged her to give you a call, after letting it ring for ages, there was still no answer.

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