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Blind Beauty [Matt Murdock x Reader]

Requested by anon: “How about the reader sees Matt [Murdock] without glasses for the first time (maybe he is telling them about his abilities?). Bonus: the reader says something about how pretty his eyes are (Charlie Cox’s eyes slay me they are so pretty.)“

A/N: I love Charlie Cox as Matt Murdock he’s perfect! Hope you love this <3


To say you were nervous was an understatement, even this being your fourth date with Matt it was still nerve wracking. He’s so handsome and you can’t help but feel so bleh sometimes.

“Why are you nervous?” he asked, sitting across from you. Snapping your head up to meet his shaded eyes. “How do you do that?” you laughed, he only smiled and shrugged. “Attorney’s intuition?” offering up an answer.

“Eh I don’t buy it” Chuckling as he reached across the table, signaling he wanted your hand. You complied meeting him halfway. “You’re beautiful” running his thumb over your knuckles.

“How can you know that?” A bashful smile gracing your face. It’s like he could sense that you were feeling insecure.

“I don’t need to see you to know you’re gorgeous” Feeling a feint blush spread to your cheeks. “How do you tell then?”

“The sound of your voice, the way your hand feels in mine. There are little tells that I can pick up on that allow me to form a mental image of you” His hand squeezed yours gently. “You’re sweet” smiling at him. “I have my moments”

After eating and talking about random things you both stood to head out. Him taking your arm with one hand and his cane in the other, leading him out of the restaurant.

You both laughed while walking the streets of Hell’s Kitchen, not a worry coming from either of you. Matt is really something else, so kind and caring. Even after everything he’s lost, his sight, his father. Everything and he’s still so amazing. How’d you get so lucky to have a guy like him?

“Yeah but we’re seriously discussing making t-shirts, ‘Nelson and Murdock Avocados at Law’“ he joked making you giggle beside him. “I’d wear it”

You both laughed before noticing three guys smoking outside a building. “Hey sweetheart” one of them eyed you as you walked by. You just ignored them, “Who was that?” Matt asked leaning toward you, even though he could hear the three heartbeats.

“Just some low lives” you whispered passing by them. He nodded in understanding. “Not worth an argument?” he chuckled making you laugh. “No, not really”

“We’re not worth your time huh?” They quickly cut you both off, making you tug Matt back some. “Look fellas we don’t want any trouble” Matt rested his hand on his cane.

“Well we’re looking for some trouble, teach you both some respect.” the man in the center growled, before his two buddies grabbed you and the middle one pushed Matt into an alley.

“MATT!” You yelled lurching forward but pulled back by the thugs. “Hey hold on their sweet cheeks we’ve got plans for you too” their hands roaming your body as they held you back. “Let me go!” Screaming and trying to get away.

You saw one of the thugs kick Matt to the ribs. “Leave him alone!” only leading the guy to punch him. You watched as Matt spit out some blood before adjusting his glasses and standing up.

Shocked to see him land a precise right hook to the mans jaw. Knocking him out. The other two dropped you before running at him. He swiftly dodged nearly every punch, getting clipped only once or twice. One of them he took out by throwing him against the wall and the other he pushed himself off the wall gaining more momentum in his punch to knock the man out.

He was panting heavily before coming toward you. Still in shock you only stared at him before his knees gave out. You caught him, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. Helping him to his nearby apartment.

Getting him inside you sat him down on his couch before running into his bathroom. Finding a first aid kit, warm water, and some washcloths. Returning to the couch he stayed silent. 

You took the warm washcloth and began to clean up the cuts on his face, starting with his busted lip. Pulling away to re-wet the cloth he spoke up, “[F/n] I’m sorry” You stopped in your movements, looking up at him. “I should’ve been more honest with you.”

“How did you do all of that?” asking as you returned to wringing out the cloth.

“I may not have my sight but all of my other senses are inhumanly heightened.” he answered. You hummed signalling you understood slightly, “Are you..?” trailing off, but picking up the unspoken though “The devil of hell’s kitchen? Daredevil?” Gently dabbing the rag to his scraped cheek.

He was silent for a moment. “I am”

A silence hung in the air between the both of you. He wasn’t sure what to expect from you, until he felt your hands on his glasses. He allowed you to remove the lenses, hearing your heart speed up. Probably looking at his eyes. “Your eyes they’re…. amazing” a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

But it turned to a somber expression, “I understand if you don’t want to stay with me from now on. I haven’t exactly done the best things with my abilities. If you don’t want to be with me I won’t hold it to you. Do you want to leave?”

You stared at him, a bit astonished by his statement. You leaned forward so your lips were just ghosting over his, “Does this answer your question” whispering before closing the rest of the space. The kiss was soft but was filled with trust and love.

He pulled away, a smile forming on his lips “I’m glad you’re staying”

You giggled, “Thanks for having me” before he connected your lips again. Now learning that he’s not just kind and sweet, but also a hero.

anonymous asked:

Team gets back from a mission where Peter's gf got really badly hurt so she's taken straight to the med wing, and Tony sees how terrified Peter is and just silently opens his arms to him bc "this is a hug, this time"

Peter watched helplessly as the stretcher bearing your unconscious body was wheeled out of the Quinjet. Bucky, who was like a big brother to you, squeezed him on the shoulder briefly before jogging after you to the medical wing. Peter wished he could do the same, but his legs were frozen to the spot.

It was all his fault. He had let the adrenaline of the battle make him reckless and in doing so he had let his guard down, giving the enemy a perfect shot at him. Upon noticing this, you used your powers to divert the spray of bullets with no thought as to where they would land. Peter could still hear your gasp of pain and shock as they landed in your torso.

Tears streamed down his cheeks silently, cutting tracks through the grime and blood coating his skin. He wanted to scream, to hurt someone, but his body refused to listen to him so he stood in the middle of the landing strip, eyes seeing nothing.

Tony limped off of the Quinjet, tearing his eyes away from the puddle of blood on the floor where your stretcher had been positioned. Forcing himself to look elsewhere before he could vomit, his eyes landed on Peter, who was now staring back at the Quinjet with unfocused, tear-filled eyes.

The older man’s heart ached; he had dragged Peter into this. He’d watched him fall in love with you and you with him, both of you blissfully ignorant of the dangerous way you lived. If Tony had just let you both be, hadn’t forced you both to grow up and bear the world on your shoulders before your time, you wouldn’t be fighting for your life and Peter wouldn’t be so lost.

Peter’s eyes finally focused on his mentor as the sound of his boots on the landing strip broke through the chaos in his mind. He wanted to hug him, to cry onto his shoulder and break down because that’s what your father figure is supposed to let you do, isn’t it? But Peter stood his ground, because Tony had made it clear before that he was no such figure.

His heart skipped a beat as Tony opened his arms to him silently.

A sob burst from the young boy’s lips as he fell against Tony, clinging to the front of his shirt as his shoulders shook with crying. The older man rubbed his back soothingly, mumbling unintelligible words of comfort to him.

“I can’t lose her,” Peter whispered desperately. “I can’t-,”

“You won’t,” Tony promised, tears making their way down his own cheeks. “I won’t let you lose her, Peter.”

As he stood in his arms, Peter began to believe him.

MC does successful suicide prank (Trigger Warning)

Geez, this is dark. You okay, Nonny? Sorry it took so long to do this request. I wasn’t feeling it and I didn’t want to half ass this. It was also very hard to think of this many ways to suicide… prank. So I made some accidental pranks. Maybe I overthought it. Anyways TRIGGA WARNING YALL.

I didn’t do the minor trio cause these were hard. But I did do Vanderwood cause I was able to think of something short and fun.


  • “MC, please, I need to study.”
  • Yoosung had ignored you so much the whole weekend.
  • The ONLY time you two had free time this whole month.
  • But what could you do, he was studying to get his Ph.D.
  • After dealing with this all day, you took some pills to soothe your head.
  • You left the bottle on the coffee table and took a nap on the couch.
  • You woke up to Yoosung shaking you, “MC, please wake up!”
  • You sat up and your gaze met Yoosung’s tears.
  • “I-I’m taking you to the ER, right now.”
  • He pulled you up from the couch.
  • “What? Why?”
  • His eyes darted over to the bottle of pills on the floor.
  • “Oh, I spilled the bottle!”
  • “Wait. You didn’t?”
  • “Didn’t what?”
  • In that moment, Yoosung’s knees buckled and he knelt on the floor.
  • “Yoosung, what’s wrong??”
  • He couldn’t even talk between his hiccups and cries.
  • After putting two and two together, you realized Yoosung thought you had overdosed.
  • “You thought I had…?”
  • You didn’t even need to finish that question cause all he could do was nod and sob.
  • You pulled him in for a kiss and serenaded him with loving words.
  • “I could never. I’m so happy with you. I love you.”
  • Yoosung didn’t leave your side that whole night.
  • He rather spend time with you right now than anything else.


  • “I’m not so sure, Mr. Director.”
  • “MC, it’s a little white lie! It’ll be the big money shot.”
  • “But isn’t this a bit much?”
  • “Look, it’s been weeks and he’s still having trouble emoting everything we need him too. We’re wasting so much time and resources on this.”
  • “I know, but I don’t want to scare him. We don’t even know how he’s going to react!”
  • Before you could get a response, the director spoke into his walkie talkie, “Zen is here, action.”
  • You looked over to Zen, who spotted you and waved at you.
  • You looked back up to the director who winked at you and said, “Break a leg!” And with that, he pushed you off the scaffolding.
  • “BABE?!”
  • You fell right up until 3 feet above the ground. The only support you had, a rope around your neck.
  • “MC! NO NO NO!”
  • He ran over to you and tried to push you back up. “HELP! SOMEONE, CUT THE WIRE!”
  • Stagehands rushed over and cut the wire around your neck.
  • Zen pulled you towards him and sat you down.
  • “Zen,  I-.”
  • “No! Shut up! Do you know what you were trying to do! Do you know just how I would have felt if you succeeded?! A-are you not happy with me? I-I-I… What would I do without you?”
  • Zen collapsed to his knees in front of you. “What would even make you want to do this? Aren’t you happy with me? Did I do something wrong? I love you so much, my whole world almost ended with you.”
  • He reached his hand up to wipe the tears now on your cheek.
  • He pulled you into a hug, and you felt his chest heaving.
  • “CUT!” The director came out of his hiding spot.
  • “What?” Zen pulled back looking at the cameras around him.
  • “We did it! We finally have the shot!”
  • “What???” He turned back to you.
  • You unbuttoned your top to show a harness around your body, which is where the wire was really strung to.
  • “Zen, I- You were- I wasn’t on board with-”
  • “I told MC how you were having trouble portraying the right emotions and I thought it would be nice to do this stunt to help you along.”
  • Zen was angry, upset, crying, scared, but mostly relieved.
  • He took your hand and pulled you into his dressing room ignoring everyone else.
  • You spent the whole time apologizing, and Zen just held you lecturing in your ear and every now and then telling you how much he loved you.


  • You didn’t mean to prank Jaehee, it just came naturally.
  • You were in the tub trying out new bathbombs.
  • This one in particular had a nice red color with a sweet rose smell.
  • As the ball dissolved it left the water a deep red color.
  • “Looks like I am washing off someone’s blood. Kinda like my blood.”
  • As you dozed off, staring at the water you heard Jaehee come in.
  • Now’s good as time as any to play dead, right?
  • Nope.
  • Jaehee knocked on the bathroom door but since you gave no response, she opened it to make sure you were alright.
  • In a matter of seconds she was shaking your shoulders and yelling, “MC? Wake up! Can you hear me? MC!!!”
  • “Oh my god,” She turned around and grabbed her phone
  • But then she turned back to you who was now awake and you smiling.
  • “Gotchu!”
  • Your smile faded as you saw that her face was pale, eyes widened.
  • “Hey, Jaehee, it was a joke.”
  • No response from her.
  • All you feel is guilt now and all you think is, “Wow, dumb joke, me.”
  • “It’s okay, J–”
  • She cut you off and just screams at you, her grip tightening on your arms.
  • “It’s not okay!!! Do you know how scared I was?! Why would you even joke about this?!”
  • “Jaehee, your hands are hurting me.”
  • She realized how much of his composure she lost and let go.
  • “Please, don’t ever joke about this again. Never again.”
  • Tears forming in her eyes.
  • “Never. I promise.”
  • All you could do to reassure her was pull her into a hug.
  • You spent the rest of the night holding her, and telling her how happy you are to be with her.


  • You were having a crappy day.
  • The cake topper would be spilling red wine over all over your blouse.
  • You didn’t even have the energy to clean up.
  • So you sat on the couch for a minute before proceeding with your day.
  • Only, you fell asleep.
  • It wasn’t long before you jolt awake from the sound of glass shattering.
  • Your eyes follow the sound to Jumin who was standing by the door.
  • He dropped his bags, but that wasn’t the issue.
  • His eyes were fixed on you, fear instilled in them.
  • “J-jumin?”
  • He finally let his breath go as he stumbled to you.
  • “MC, what would I have done if I had lost you?”
  • “Wh-what?”
  • He pulled you into the tightest hug.
  • “If this is a joke, I don’t understand it.”
  • You rubbed his back, clearly not understanding what he meant.
  • After a moment, he pulled back to ask, “Why are you even wearing that?”
  • You looked down and realized the wine formed what resembled a blood stain on your chest.
  • “Oh, oh!!!  It-I-I’m sorry! I meant to change and fell asleep!”
  • Jumin sighed before he started to unbutton your blouse.
  • “J-jumin?!?”
  • “I’m getting you cleaned up.”
  • You blushed after realized what you thought was wrong.
  • “But of course, that’s after I make you remember how much I would miss you if you did leave one day.”


  • Saeyoung and you had driven to the top of a mountain.
  • You were both waiting for the sunset.
  • You peered the edge of a cliff to see how steep of a drop it was.
  • Finally you turned to Saeyoung and calmly asked, “Do you still love me?”
  • He looked at you a little confused but answered, “Yes.”
  • “How much?”
  • “Hum… This much!” He held his hands only a foot apart from each other.
  • He laughed right before telling you, “This much more than possible.”
  • Instead of hitting him like you would usually do, you smiled at him and whispered, “I love you too. And I’m so sorry…”
  • “Sorry for what?”
  • “This.” With that, you stepped over the edge.
  • “NO! MC!” He ran over to you faster than he ever moved.
  • He wasn’t even thinking and threw himself off the ledge after you
  • He was shocked that he landed two yards below the ledge… right in front of you
  • You finally got payback for the mean prank he pulled a while back.
  • You stuck out your tongue practically joyed that he believed it.
  • But you felt a drop of water on your face. Rain?
  • No… Saeyoung was crying.
  • You Fucked Up.
  • “W-wait. It was a joke! S-Saeyoung!?”
  • He pulled you into the tightest hug ever.
  • “Saeyoung?”
  • His entire body was trembling against you.
  • Just his silence alone was enough to make you regret everything.
  • “Saeyoung? I’m sorry. I wasn’t.. I didn’t think it through..”
  • “I love you so much so don’t ever take that away. Please, MC. Please…”
  • You hugged him back and only told him, “I’ll never take that from you.”
  • Now you two just had the new issue of getting back on top of the cliff.


  • Vanderwood walks into the room to find you face down in a pool of blood.
  • “MC, get up. I don’t have time for your jokes. Luciel is already a handful.”
  • He walks away.
  • You sit up.
  • Drat, Maybe next time.
  • “And clean up the mess.”

IMAGINE: Years ago (Y/N) and Steve were in a relationship, however something happened that made him cruelly break up with her. Now that the Avengers need her help, what will happen between the two of them? 

[gif is not mine. tell me what you think.] 

warnings: swearing, violence, angst. 

word count: 2 k+ 

(Y/N) fiddled with her pen as she stared at Fury and Tony sitting down opposite of her desk. She leaned back into the comfortable leather seat and smiled at them.

“Do we have an agreement?” Fury asked as he briefly looked at the contract.

Her smile became more predatory, “Fury,” she started, his last name coming off smoothly from her tongue. “You and I both know that my people look at every contract before I sign them.” 

“Get one of them here then.”

“Fury, if this is how you save the world then I really fear for the human existence,” she chastised. 

“(Y/N),” Tony waned.

She smiled, this time more friendly and happy, “Just having a laugh, Stark.” (Y/N), with her left hand pressed a button on her desk. A few moments later the door opened and walked in a well dressed man. 

“Timothy, look over this for me.”

(Y/N) looked at the Seattle skyline, enjoying the beautiful view. She paid no attention to the three men behind her, paid no attention as they debated the terms inside the contract.

“Miss (Y/L/N)? The contract is ready to sign.”

“So quickly?” She asked, not turning around.

“The terms are stated clearly, and obviously they learnt from last time.”

(Y/N) smiled as she remembered what happened the last time. Finally, she turned around and walked to them. Pen in hand, she grasped the contract and signed wherever it needed her signature.

She looked up at Tony and Fury, “Guess I’m working for the Avengers.”

Steve gawked as he watched (Y/N) strut into the conference room like she owned the place. He looked at Fury who refused to meet Steve’s gaze knowing that the super soldier was glaring at him. “What is she doing here?” He spoke loudly as she sat down.

(Y/N) smiled smugly at him, “They needed my expertise on something.”

“Like what? Killing people?” Steve tilted his head, “Or hacking into the government system illegally?” He tilted his head to the other side, his tone mocking her. 

Before (Y/N) could retort, Tony stood up, “Nope, nothing should come out of your mouth unless it’s something pleasant. Wait, no scratch that, just don’t talk to Rogers. Go to the other side of the room.” 

(Y/N) licked her lips and grinned at the two men. She pretended to zip her mouth with her finger, then flipped them off. Turning around she walked towards Nat who greeted her with a smile.

“Who’s the girl and why does Steve hate her?” Bucky asked as he and Sam watched from the other side.

“You ever heard of (Y/L/N) Enterprises?” Sam watched as Bucky nodded. “That’s her family’s company, she inherited it from her grandfather. She’s one of the most powerful people on the planet right now. In terms of money,” Sam moved his lips around. “And other things.”

“She’s a dirty criminal that’s what she is,” Steve grumbled as he narrowed his eyes at (Y/N), who was watching him intently. “She’s a stuck up criminal who plays with people’s lives for fun.” Steve turned to Bucky who was furrowing his brows. “Don’t trust her.”

“Steve and (Y/N) have a bit of history together.” Sam explained and Steve scoffed. 

Their conversation was ended as Fury called the meeting. Bucky, Sam and Steve sat directly opposite of their leader and listened intently to their new mission. Bucky, however couldn’t help but watch (Y/N). The way that she spoke when Fury asked her to, her confidence. He knew that he was looking too intently at her when she turned in her seat to face him, giving him a curious look. Bucky wanted to look away, to turn to the side, to shy away from her. But something deep inside of him urged him to look at her. It wasn’t until Sam nudged him that he looked away from her.

(Y/N) punched the bag harder, watching as the dust fall from the ceiling, she knew that one more punch and it would be hurdled across the room.

“What are you doing here?” A voice interrupted her. 

She paused in her movements, her arm in the middle of swinging. (Y/N) cocked her head to the side. Before she could turn around she was thrown against the wall, a hand enclosing her throat. She was faced with Steve, anger in his eyes. 

(Y/N) gave him a small smile. “Darling, didn’t you miss me?” The hand around her throat became tighter, “I guess that’s a no.”

“(Y/N),” Steve started. “What are you doing here?”

She gave him another smile, and with a kick to the stomach he landed on his stomach, she quickly straddled him -pinning him to the ground. “I got a contract Rogers. Your team needs me for that HYDRA mission you received.” 

“We don’t need your help,” Steve spat.

(Y/N) wrapped her hand around Steve’s shirt collar, pulled him up and slammed him down again. “Trust me, I wouldn’t be here if they didn’t need me so much.”

“You’re a fucking traitor (Y/N), just because the team is so enamored with you and can’t see you’re just here to fuck with us again, doesn’t mean I’m blind.”

She swallowed and let go of Steve’s shirt, (Y/N) quickly stood up. “If you really think that I betrayed you Rogers…”

“You were working with HYDRA!” Steve yelled. “I saw you! I followed you and I saw you go into their compound!”

“BECAUSE BUCKY WAS THERE!” She snapped. Steve looked at her, his anger now mixed confusion.

“Bucky wasn’t in that facility. Don’t lie to me.” Steve gritted out through his teeth.  

“They transferred him.” (Y/N) sighed frustratedly, she ran a hand through her hair, then exhaled loudly, “After the events of Washington, you told me that Bucky helped you. That he was the Winter Soldier.” (Y/N) paused and licked her lips. “You told me everything about Bucky, Steve. You were, you are his best friend, and he was yours. He was the reason why you couldn’t sleep at night, the reason why you still cried when I shared your bed. You were unhappy because there was a massive part of your life missing.”

“When you told me that, I knew that I could help in some way. Help you. So yeah, I used my fucking sketchy contacts and tailed Bucky and where he was kept. I fucking went there, I negotiated with those scum, pretended that I was one of them, that I was betraying the team so I could try and speak to Bucky, for you.” She stepped forward, hands now clenched by her side. “I was there for three months, I made progress with Bucky, little but it was there. He could still remember me from the previous times I snuck to see him. Remembered bits of you.” (Y/N) pushed him, Steve being too shocked again landed on the floor.

“Then you came at me that night, yelling at me. Accusing me of betraying the team, betraying you, betraying us! You humiliated me Rogers, the person that I loved and trusted humiliated me in the worse way possible.” She clicked her jaw in annoyance, “You fucking threw me from the compound. Banned me from ever seeing anyone, you sprouted lies about me!”

“How the hell was I supposed to know? I thought you were betraying us!” Steve fired back. 



“(Y/N),” Steve whispered brokenly. Tears threatening to spill down his face.  

She inhaled and looked at him coldly, “Just don’t. This is my last mission for the Avengers indefinitely. I made sure of that.” (Y/N) began walking away, only stopping to pick up her water bottle. “After this mission Rogers, you’re going to officially be dead to me.”

Steve gripped the rails tighter as he looked out at the New York skyline. Could it be true? He knew that it was. If there was one thing (Y/N) never did while they were in a relationship was she never lied to him. But some inane part of him wanted to tell the rest of him that she was lying, in order to get the guilt feeling of his chest.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

“Rough night?”

He looked to his right and watched as Bucky walked towards the railing, a small smile on his face.

“Buck,” the other super soldier looked at Steve. “I have a question.” Bucky nodded. “(Y/N),” Steve started. “(Y/N), she said that she met up with you, at the HYDRA compound. 

Bucky nodded slowly.“When she walked into the conference room today, I couldn’t help but stop looking at her. I knew her from somewhere, every night I fall asleep and dream about this woman speaking so softly to me, I can never see her, I can never make out her face. Fuck, when she spoke Steve, it was like everything came back. Bits of information that she fed me about myself back then, about you.” Bucky shook his head, a small smile appearing on his face.

“You’re in love with her,” Steve acknowledged.

“Well she practically brought me back, how can I not be in love with her?” Bucky laughed. “I’m not in love with her Steve, but she helped me. Without her it could have taken forever for me to come back, or maybe never. 

“She spoke about me, huh?”

“She did, a lot,” Bucky groaned good-naturedly. “You could hear it you know? The love in her voice whenever she spoke about you. I’ve never heard anyone speak about anyone like that.”

“I screwed it up Buck.”

Bucky shook his head and clasped a hand on Steve’s shoulder and squeezed for a moment and returned his arm back to his side. “The love that she had for you is the kind of love that can last forever.” Bucky pulled out his wallet and pulled out two pictures. “She gave me this when I started remembering her,” he passed the first picture.

Steve looked at the image and he felt his heart clench. It was him, pre-serum and Bucky standing with ice cream cones in his hand standing somewhere in New York. “Look at the back.” Steve flipped the photo and saw (Y/N)’s familiar handwriting. On the back of the photograph it said: ‘This is one of Steve’s favourite moments with you. Look at this Bucky, remember this. Come back to Steve. Come back to your best friend.’ 

“She’s a bit pushy,” Bucky commented. “Really bossy.”

Steve laughed heavily, his throat closing up with emotion. “What’s the other photo?” 

Bucky hesitantly passed it to him, “I got this during one of her last visits. A guard came to check on me, she was almost caught. While I helped her hide, I may or may not have picked it from her pocket.” 

Steve looked at the second photo, this time a more modern one. It was him and (Y/N). Specifically him and (Y/N) on the couch, his head laying on her lap. He was looking up at her with a smile on his face, while she looked down at him with an equally great smile. Steve flipped the photo over. This time his heart hurt more than ever, he couldn’t help the tears streaming down his face, nor did he do anything to wipe them away. 

Bucky watched as Steve traced the photo and the writing over and over again. He watched as his best friend cry at what he lost. He knew the feeling, he knew what lost felt like. But then, he also knew that if someone believes enough in you, you can come back. 

“You’ll get her back.”

“Thanks, Buck.” 

“Anytime, pal.”

As Steve laid down on his bed, he carefully looked at the photo again, tracing their faces, her face. He turned off his light and cradled the photograph to his chest. As he fell asleep, his heart and mind echoed the words etched on the back of the photo. ‘My heart. My equal. My soul. My love.’

Imagine that you meet Loki on Asgard through Thor as you’re one of Thor’s new friends from a foreign meeting a few years ago. At first, Loki dislikes you but is slowly charmed by your kindness and consistent honesty, to the point of you being one of the few individuals he trusts. Eventually, he leads you to his chambers and asks if you wish to be his first; you give your agreement and give him a damn good first time, taking control due to the fact that you know exactly what you’re doing and he does not. He’s shocked to find that he enjoys that lack of control and asks if you’d like to do that again sometime as the two of you cuddle after sex. You agree, smiling softly and holding your prince close to you.

gospel around his fingers

Dex slams the door shut and presses against the wood, leaning his head back and sucking in a deep breath. He stares blindly up at the ceiling and–

“Nurse, I dare you to kiss the prettiest person in the room. Not counting me.” Lardo pretends to flip a lock of hair over her shoulder. “We all know I’d smoke you bitches,” she adds, grinning. Her teeth flash in the low lighting, and she knocks back the last of her drink as the gather group lets out joking boos.

They all “ooh” at Nursey as he raises a challenging eyebrow and smirks at Lardo. He makes a show of looking around the room, leering slightly at the other players of spin the bottle – Holster, Dex, Tango, Ollie, Wicks, and a few members of the volleyball and soccer teams. Bitty is grinning from his spot on the floor next to Lardo and Dex, watching as Nursey catches the eye of each person.

“Dex!” The memory is abruptly interrupted as Chowder’s voice comes from beyond the door. “Come on, man!” Dex tries to straighten up, but his legs refuse to work. He sinks down to the floor, back still pressed against the door, trying to suck in deep breaths of air. He drops his head between his knees, squeezing his eyes shut and–

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Rin Nitaya || Winter Universiad2017, Free Skating: Legends of the Fall

Tech Support - Stuart Twombly

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stuart Twombly/Reader

Word Count: 4619

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Skype Sex, Masturbation, Oral (Female Receiving)

Notes: Shhh. I told @rememberstilinski and @ninja-stiles I would write them some Stuart stuff. Because Stuart is a babe and I couldn’t stop starting at him while I wrote other things. I guess Stuart is slowly beating out Stiles as my favorite since I write more for Stuart than anyone else? 

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I want to make a game where there’s a princess and a knight in love. And the knight is in trouble, so the princess has to save the knight. And you get to play as this badass princess in a pretty pink dress, slaying enemies and traveling across the land to save her knight. People all over the land are shocked and spread stories of her fierce battles that eventually become legends passed down, about a pretty princess in pink wielding a sword in a tattered, blood-stained dress stopping at nothing to save her knight. And at the end, she finally rescues the knight and you find out the knight is a cute girl and they have a big wedding and the whole kingdom comes and it’s a warm, happy ending.

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You smile at the mirror when you see the reflection of yourself. Your boyfriend recently bought you a beautiful dress, and you’re wearing it on your date tonight. A knock on the door lets you know that your boyfriend is about to come in, so you turn to the door, ready to show him how you look.

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Professor [R.L.]

Character: Remus Lupin
Word Count: 1138
Requested?: Yes/No
Summary: Y/n has a crush on her Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, who has to decide whether or not to act on his own feelings towards her…
Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

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The N.E.W.T.s were just around the corner, and the pressure was at an all-time high to do the best you could. Each and every one of your teachers had piled on the homework, forcing you to have to stay up late and/or wake up early to complete it before class.

You were stressed, there was no doubt about it, but you couldn’t help it. Here, sat alone in the library after hours, you were studying Defence Against the Dark Arts for the exam in literally two days.

If the wrong person caught you here, there would be no doubt you’d get detention. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to care about that right now - all you needed was to get all the information from the textbook into your head by Friday.

In the silence of the room, you were sure you’d hear the door opening and closing, or the footsteps of anyone walking inside. However, you didn’t even realise someone was beside your table until they spoke out.

“Miss L/n, are you okay?”

Your head snapped up quickly, your heart jolting at the sudden shock. When your eyes landed on your DADA professor, your felt your heart beating faster, “Professor Lupin! I’m sorry, I-I know I’m not supposed to be here right now. I’m just studying for the exam on Friday.”

The young professor nodded, taking a seat beside you, “You shouldn’t be working yourself so hard you know. You’re a bright student, you’ll do well in all your N.E.W.T.s.”

Student. Of course you were just a student to him, even if you wanted so much more. Ever since the young professor had joined the school, you couldn’t help but form a crush on him, and over the months you’d been in his class, that crush had only grown.

He knew. He knew from the first day that you had a crush on him, although you had no idea he did. He also had been harbouring feelings for you too, however pushed them away as it could never happen - a professor and a student? He’d be in huge trouble.

Shaking his head of these thoughts, Remus glanced over your shoulder, “What subject are you having the most trouble with?”

“Defence Against the Dark Arts,” you replied. But it was only because you were always distracted in that lesson.

“If you need extra help, I could give you private tutoring?” Remus heard the words come out of his mouth before he could stop them. He’d done so well throughout the year, keeping his distance from you. Why now?

You could feel a blush forming on your face, and you thanked the heavens that the library was quite dark, or you’d be even more embarrassed right now. “A-Are you sure? That would be amazing, thank you!”

Remus nodded, “Uh, my pleasure. Meet me at my office tomorrow at 5. Now, go and get some sleep, you look like you haven’t slept in days.”

You grabbed your textbooks and smiled thankfully at your professor. Hiding a yawn, you replied, “I will. Thank you again Professor Lupin.”

“Anytime, Miss L/n,” you heard him say just as you left the library.

Remus sat with his head in his hands. What had he done? He couldn’t get close to you now, after all this time of pulling away… could he?


You found yourself becoming more nervous as 5pm grew close. It was hard enough being in a classroom full of students with Professor Lupin all year without accidentally staring too long or admitting something out loud; being alone with him again would be even worse.

The wooden door opened as you knocked carefully, and you had to try and control your heartbeat as the professor once again came into view.

“Ah, Miss L/n. Come on in,” Remus said as he led you into the room. You sat down at the desk and brought out your textbook, placing it down in front of you. Remus sat on the opposite side of the table, and you had to force your cheeks not to turn red, knowing he’d notice right away. You hated the way just his mere presence affected you so much.

“What do you seem to be having trouble with?” Remus asked you. “A few different topics. Mainly the one about werewolves.”

How ironic, Remus thought as he nodded at you. “Then we’ll start with that.”

It was an hour and a half later when you finally got through everything you had been having trouble with previously.

“I think I understand more now, thank you professor,” you spoke as you closed your textbook.

“You don’t have to call me ‘professor’ anymore, Y/n,” Remus told you. The way he said your name sent shivers up your spine.

“After tomorrow, I’m no longer going to be your professor. Call me Remus,” he said with a small smile.

“Remus,” you had to try and clam your heartbeat down again, “Okay well then, thank you Remus, I’ll try to make you proud tomorrow.”

You stood up, starting to head to the door when you heard him call you back. “Y/n wait!”

“Hmm?” You turned back around to look back at the professor. He appeared conflicted as he hesitantly stepped towards you, and when he stopped in front of you, he was so close you could have sworn you could hear his heartbeat.

The close proximity made you blush for the umpteenth time in a couple of hours, but before you could say anything, Remus’ hands were holding your waist, and his lips were on yours

It was strange, kissing him, but you loved it all the same. Finally you had gotten the one thing you’d wanted since the moment you stepped into his classroom back in September. Him.

As he pulled away, he couldn’t bring himself to look into your eyes however his hand was still wrapped around yours, fingers intertwined

“Whatever grade you get, whether it’s a Dreadful or an Outstanding, you’ll still have made me proud, Y/n,” he whispered softly. Your gaze was focused on your hands, a smile playing at your lips.

You placed a kiss on his cheek as you slowly pulled your hand away from his. “I’ll see you after the exam,” you said biting your lip slightly.

Remus nods, and you began walking out of the room again. He sighed to himself, but there was a smile on his face.

When he took the teaching position, he never expected to have a student quite as beautiful, as extraordinary as you were. But even so, he was thankful that you had stepped foot into his life. Because now he wasn’t your professor any more, he wasn’t going to let you leave so easily.

He loved you, he realised, and he wasn’t ready to let you go just yet.

Washington D.C P3

Summary: Who knew that a a trip to Washington D.C would be the beginning to everything unraveling.

Requested: No

Word Count:  3.4k+

Note: Part three of the ‘Washington D.C’ series!

Warning(s)?: Action!Spiderman, Cussing, fLUFFFF, Very Teen Wolf inspired near the end ;)

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Washington  D.C

“Okay, seriously Peter where are you?” You could hear Ned frantically speak into his phone as he began lagging behind the group. You guys had managed to win the decathlon, MJ taking out the winning answer causing everyone to roar with pride. Now you guys where on your way to visit the Washington Monument, a must see on your bucket list as you put it.

“Remember guys, stick to your pairs” You couldn’t help but to lightly scoff at your teachers instructions. You followed anyway, sticking with MJ till she told you she wasn’t going in. 

“I don’t really feel like celebrating a building that was built by slaves” She states to the teacher with a book in her hand. You stood beside her and took in the Monument that stands before you. It was freaking tall…

“I’m sure the Washington Monument wasn’t built by…” He trailed off, turning around to face on of the guards who shook his head at him, tilting his hand side to side as in disagreeing with him. He just nervously smiled, turning around to face both you and Michelle. 

“Y/N?” He asks, wondering if you were going to stay out here with MJ or not. You shook your head. 

“I would come but… I don’t have a partner” You mumble out, now deciding you would rather stay with your friend here then go up. Besides the building was way too tall for your liking. You knew it was huge but until you saw it in person, the pictures never gave it enough justice. 

“Ned!” He called out, grabbing Ned’s attention from his cell. He quickly hang up his phone, walking up to you guys. 

“You’ll be with Y/N” He states, not giving you guys a choice. You smiled, knowing you and Ned were going to get along fine. Ned seemed to have a worried looked plastered across his face which made you grow concerned. You lightly shook his shoulder as soon as you guys began heading into the building following your teacher. 

“What’s up?” You asked. He just shook his head and walked through the doors, holding it open for you. You thanked him before he replied. 

“Peter’s not answering his phone…” He lets out with a breath, putting both our bags through the security check. Once they were scanned you collected them on the other side, after walking through a metal detector. 

“Well where the hell is he? He missed the whole decathlon…” Ned didn’t respond as you guys collected your things and made your way towards the rest of the group. You guys awaited for one of the security guards to escort you. You all hopping inside the elevator, beginning to take the ride up to the very top of the Monument. You were so glad you couldn’t see the ground from here…

“Hey, look at this” Liz bumped your shoulder as she showed you something that was in the brochure. You scanned the brochure and smiled, seeing the different artworks from 200+ years back that you guys would be able to see once you got to the top. (I don’t live in America and never been to the Monument so I have no idea what’s in there XD). 

You glanced up slowly from the brochure… noticing a light purple glow reflect off of one of the elevator walls. You eyebrows furrow in confusion. You turn around to find where the source was coming from. Your eyes widen once you saw Ned’s backpack.

It was the glowy thing… 

But wait…

Only radioactivity sets it off. 

You heard the elevator make its usual noises, glancing around to notice the different buttons.

Your in a radioactive environment you idiot… hello?! Your in a friggin elevator!

“Ned!” You screamed just before you say the glowy thing radiate a orange like laser from his bag, burning the bag in the process. It managed to burn through half the elevators ceiling and cut some of the cords that the elevator as transporting on. The elevator immediately came to a stand still, everyone beginning to panic. 

“What the fuck was that!” You could hear one of your fellow decathlon peers yell out in terror. You just glanced up to the ceiling, noticing how the edges were still glowing bright orange, almost like if you touched it it could burn your hand right off. 

Everyone began to move around frantically, causing the elevator to whine in protest at the movement. 

“It’s okay guys, we are completely safe in here” You could tell the security guard was lying but didn’t say anything, slowly backing up to lean your back against the wall. You noticed a level only about a meter from you guys open there glass busted doors, security guards making there way over as well as concerned bystanders. 

“Guys try and keep calm” The security guard softly states, trying to ease everyone so they didn’t move as much. The more they moved, the more the elevator made that god awful sound. You closed your eyes, concentrating on your breathing. You were what… 200 metres? plus in the air? From this height you’ll be falling to your death…

“Cindy your first” The teacher says, moving in position to help Cindy get up through the hole in the roof. She climbs on top while two guards pull her up and out of the way and into safety.

“Okay.. Liz-” The teacher begins before he was cut off by a frantic and terrified flash. 

“Me!” He calls out, pushing past Liz and onto your teacher, taking the trophy with him. 

“Leave the damn trophy Eugene!” You called out, he ignored you. He made it out as the elevator made those sounds again, almost sounding like it as going to fall. Your eyes widen more in fear as you glanced around to see who was left. Your fellow decathlon peers went next.. Leaving Just you, Liz, Ned and Fred (making up a name here). 

“Liz… your next” You could hear your teacher instruct from above, already in safety. What a teacher he is…

You didn’t complain, beginning to slowly walk over towards Liz, crouching in position to help her up. She looks at you and hesitates.

“Come on we don’t have time just go” You say firmly, not giving her a chance to back out. She puts her hands onto your shoulders and begins to climb up. At this motion the elevator creaked one last time before it began free falling. Liz fell back off you in shock, landing on her feet but harshly connecting with the wall. You got flung to the wall as well at the sudden movement. You all began to scream, knowing this was going to be it. 

Suddenly the elevator jerked to a halt. You had your eyes tightly squeezed tight and thought you guys had already hit the ground, thinking this was you dead and you going to heaven. 

“Got it!” You could hear someone call out from above. You opened your eyes and glanced up. Unfortunately the elevator moved again, beginning to fall. You pressed your body closer against the wall, wanting the wall to consume you. You felt the elevator jolt again, this time a lot harder causing you all to lose your balance. 

You glanced up to see a red and blue sit to your left, holding up the part of the roof that was still attached to the elevator. He was upside down, his feet against the roof seeming to hold it up while holding onto some white webbing. 

What the wall Spiderman doing in DC?

“Whoa! Yeah go spiderman!” Ned began to cheer while moving around. We all turned to glare at him.

“Yeah, yeah stop moving big guy!” Spiderman calls out, getting a better grip and footing on the elevator. He began to slowly pull up on the webbing, pulling the elevator up to the nearest floor. Again the doors open, Guards reaching out to grab us from the elevator.

“Okay this is your stop guys! Everyone out!” Spiderman calls out, holding onto the webbing as tightly as he can, visibly shaking due to the amount of weight. The security lady and Fred were the first to leave followed by Ned. You could hear the elevator begin to creak again, knowing you only had about 20 seconds before falling again. 

“Liz go” You walked over quickly and pushed Liz harshly up the wall and into the arms of Guards, hearing the creaking noises getting louder. You glanced up and saw that the roof was bent at an odd shape, knowing it was about to come off. There wouldn’t be enough time for you to get off. As you attempted to climb the wall to reach the guards the felt the elevator begin to drop again. You left your hand up as you felt screams leave your lips. You clenched your eyes shut, knowing third time won’t be a charm. 

That was until you felt something stick, stick onto your hand stopping you. You opened your eyes quickly too see the elevator fall past you and all the way down. You looked down just to realise how far up you really were. You began to breathe heavily again, only realising you were being held up by a piece of webbing. You slowly felt yourself being pulled up. You glanced up to see Spiderman hurriedly with shaking arms pull you up. 

You felt arms wrap around yours and your body being pulled up even more. Two guards lent out slightly to grab you from Spiderman, pulling you back against them and keeping a firm arm around your waist to make sure you didn’t fall back down. You opened your eyes slowly and watched Spiderman hang there… almost like he got distracted by something.

He quickly snapped out of it once he started falling. You lent out to see him latch onto one of the walls.

“Do you know Peter Parker?”

~On the bus

After the whole incident occurred you guys made it back to ground safely. MJ came rushing over to you crushing you into a hug. You hugged her back just as tightly. She pulled away and wiped a few tears that fell from her eyes. You did the same with yours and hugged her again, needing the comfort. You had almost died today… 

After the paramedics checked everyone and gave you guys the all clear you guys went sent back to your bus, police escort leading you all the way. The police had collected your parents details to inform them on what had happened. You just walked past everyone and onto the bus, going to the back and choosing an empty seat. You tried to stop your hands from shaking but you couldn’t. You wrapped your jacket tighter around yourself, resting your back against the window and pulled your legs up, resting them against the back of the chair. Soon everyone began to pile onto the bus, Your teacher beginning to take roll call… again. 

“Y/N?” You heard your name being called.

“Y/N?’‘  he asked up this time with concern. You put your head up so he could see you and softly smiled nodding your head. You lowered yourself again and rested against the window with a sigh. You reached for your cell and took it out as the teacher continued on with his list. You scrolled through your messages to see Mum and dad have both been texting you. You went to the message section and began to type back a message. 

’'Peter?” your ears perked up at the mention of his name.

“Here” You could hear a soft voice respond. Wait… when did he get here? 

You peered over the seats again, dropping the phone onto your lap in the process. You looked over to see him and Ned talking to each other diagonally to you. You had so many questions rush around your head. You ignored them and tried to settle back in your slip, slipping in your head phones to keep yourself occupied. You wanted to get your mind off of what just happened and music seemed to be the only thing helping. 

Around ten minutes you could feel a jerk from the bus as it came abruptly to a stop. You grabbed onto the back of the chair in front of you and immediately froze, your heart beginning to race. You felt your pulse quicken and the bus grow smaller and smaller. You could slowly feel sweat beginning to from across your forehead as the bus driver apologized profusely realizing the irony in the moment must have been horrible. You didn’t both glancing up again as you froze, you breathing becoming more labored. You took your head phones out and held your hands over your chest trying to control your breathing. What the hell as going on? Why the hell did you feel like you couldn’t breathe? 

You don’t suffer from claustrophobia or Asthma yet you were sure in this moment these would be your cause of death. It did almost feel like you were slowly dying. 

Peter’s Pov#

Feeling the jerk before anyone else I gripped my seat tighter, the only one not moving from the sudden abruptness. I glanced around to see everyone’s shocked and scared faces, seeing there just in a life and death situation only a few hours ago. The bus took off again, the bus driver apologizing to us. 

“Hey they stopped moving again” Ned speaks up as he watches the tracker stop on the hologram. I leaned over and looked at the location. Queens?

I slowly began to feel my hands shake as I reached out to grab the tracker from Ned’s hands. 

“Dude, your hand” Ned states, knowing it shaking more and more. Suddenly I felt my chest tighten, constricting me of air. Something wasn’t right… but it wasn’t with me. I looked around the bus, noticing everyone has pretty much gone back to normal after the little bump. 

Then I heard a sharp intake of breath from behind. I quickly spun my head around and only saw a pair of feet that were slightly shaking in the seat diagonally behind Ned and I. 

“Ned” I shook his shoulder, my eyes still trained on the legs that were moving. Ned turned around and saw what I was seeing. I looked to the front of the bus to make sure no one was looking. I got up out of my seat slowly and walked over, keeping crouched. My eyes widened once I saw who it was.

Y/N. And she was having a panic attack.

“Hey” I spoke softly, trying to get here attention but it didn’t seem to work. 

“Hey” I spoke again, this time softly shaking her shoulder. She looked up with teary eyes and hiccuped softly, pointing to her throat.

“Why can’t I breathe?” She asked out terrified, almost clawing at her throat to get more oxygen. Ned by this time heard the commotion and came over growing curious. His eyes widen as well once he saw who it was.

“She’s having a panic attack” Ned states. I looked up to him while keeping a hand on her arm, feeling her shake. I gave him a 'Nah really?’ look before turning back around to face her. 

“Yeah I know but how do I stop it!” I whisper harshly, noticing she was slowly getting worse and worse. 

“Make her hold her breath, it’ll calm down her heart and she’ll start breathing normally again” Ned replies. I quickly shake my head, trying to think of ways to make her hold her breath. 

“Hey Y/N?” He asks softly gaining your attention. She looked me in the eyes.

“I need you to hold your breath okay?” I ask softly, tracing patterns against her skin carelessly hoping to make her more at ease. She nodded her head agreeing, closing her eyes in the process. She tried slowing down her breathing. It didn’t work. He could hear her heart still beat rapidly and she could only hold her breath for two seconds before her body demanded for more air. He sighed shaking his head, running a hand through his hair. 

“Again” I spoke softly, coming a bit closer. Her heart seemed to speed up so I backed away, probably making things worse. She shook her head quickly, her chest rising and falling rapidly. 

“I can’t” She breathes out. She was getting slightly louder. I turned towards Ned.

“Keep a look out to see if anyone looks this way?” I ask, watching him nod his head in agreement. He turned his head to face the front, making sure no one had noticed what was going on yet.

“The way she’s going she’ll pass out soon” Ned states, not bothering to look to the side as he whispered this to Peter. My eyes widen.

“What?!” I whispered out, noticing Y/N’s heart begin to speed up again. I turned my head to face her noticing her eyes were open as she just stared straight ahead. 

“Hey Y/N” I said, reaching out to grab Y/N’s face between my hands. I gently shook her head, causing her to look me in the eyes. 

“You need to hold your breath” I state slowly, making sure it sunk in. She nods her head dazed as she did just that, but failing again. Instead it seemed to get even worse.

“I-i-i-i-t’s not st-t-t-opping” she stuttered out scared. I quickly rake my brain for what I could do. I was spiderman for christ sakes and I couldn’t help when someone was having a panic attack? 

Suddenly an idea popped through my mind. It was stupid but it was worth a go. I gently stroked her cheeks in my hands, pulling her face closer. I shushed her quietly, getting her to look me in the eye.

Was I really about to do this?

Y/N’s pov#

You looked him in the eyes as you felt him pull your face closer, your breathing still coming out in rapid short breaks. You felt a tear roll down your cheek. Unknown to you Peter saw this and felt his heart break at the sight. 

You let out one more breath before suddenly you saw his face move closer towards you. Your eyes widen as he placed his lips upon yours, closing his own eyes, holding them there. You immediately intook a sharp breath and held it, feeling his soft lips placed against yours gently. Without realising you closed your eyes, enjoying the feel oh his lips against yours. You felt your heart begin to slow down and the shakes begin to die down as well. You could feel an eruption of butterflies inside your stomach and you almost wanted to sigh at the feeling. 

He held his lips against yours longer than necessarily. He could hear your heartbeat slow down to normal. But he was too caught up in the moment to care. You closed your eyes shut, enjoying the feeling for however long it was going to last. And boy did you want it to last.

He slowly began to lean away, his lips slowly pulling away from yours leaving a trace of tingles from where his lips just were. He clenched his jaw at the feeling of your lips on his, not wanting to pull away. You both fluttered your eyes open, your faces still close to each other.

“H-how did you know to do that-t-?” You stuttered out, getting distracted by the warmth coming from his hands that were still pressed against your cheeks. You could feel yourself begin to blush underneath his intense gaze.

“I-i…” He trailed off, getting lost in your eyes.

“When I kissed you..” He trailed off again. You slightly nod your head agreeing with him, wanting him to go on. Your shakes were gone by now and so was the crushing weight on your chest. The only thing left was the tingles you could feel across your skin. 

“You held your breath” You stayed still this time, feeling Peter’s hand softly begin to trace your cheek again. You lent into his touch, enjoying the warmth from his skin. You held eye contact with him, his intense gaze still on you. You couldn’t decipher what the intensity was but you didn’t care at this moment. 

Holy shit Peter what are you doing to me… 


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A/N: Thinking of a part 4?????

Divided: Part 21

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader

Warnings: Angst, blood, violence 

Word Count: 3160

Summary: You and T’Challa arrive in Siberia to find your teammates already engaged in combat.

Authors Note:  As I updated a week or two ago, I have been going through a lot of difficulties lately, and having a bit of a rough time with it. Because of this my free time and my writing ability has suffered. A lot of the reason that this has taken so long is because I suffered a lot of anxiety about returning and being good enough after taking such a hiatus. But this is my attempt to get back in the game, so hopefully you enjoy it <3  I always love hearing from you all, so drop a line with thoughts or predictions!  Tagging is open, just ask, if you are on my tag list and your username has changed PLEASE let me know!

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Your legs twitch nervously as T’Challa’s fingers flick at the controls, landing his plane smoothly on the ground. Within an instant, you unclasp your buckle and rise to your feet, your breath catching in your chest as you spot Steve and Bucky’s stolen quinjet a few yards ahead.

You hurry towards the weapons lining the side wall of the plane as T’Challa moves quickly beside you, his hand catching your wrist as you reach for one of the many knives.

“Relax your Highness,” You roll your eyes as you attempt to twist out of his grip, his hand holding firm, “I’m not grabbing for you… whether I like it or not, you and I are on the same side now.” You huff as he releases you, shaking his head slowly.

“Oh no… you are staying here, young one.” His low voice instructs you, a veiled threat present in his tone. “I will be retrieving Barnes on my own, I do not need you interfering again to save your boyfriend.”  

You breathe slowly, trying to curb your frustration as the clock ticks onwards, precious seconds being wasted in an argument. For all you know, the assassins could have already killed your friends and escaped.

“Look. I get it. You don’t trust me. But right now we are up against a much larger danger. You think my ‘boyfriend’ is a threat? Inside these walls there are 5 super assassins that my team is going up against. We are drastically outmatched, but at least if you bring me along we don’t have to be outnumbered.” You speak quickly, the exasperation in your tone making your agitation clear as your foot taps in annoyance, every second wasted allowing more room for loss.

T’Challa stands for a moment, considering you, “Very well, suit up.” You heed his words, hurriedly selecting your weapons as you replenish the holsters of your tactical suit. He places his helmet on as he moves towards the back of the plane, firmly hitting a button to descend the ramp.

You follow swiftly after him, your legs twinging painfully at the speed of your movement, you hurriedly hide your wince of pain as you fall into step beside T’Challa, your footfalls muffled by the soft snow beneath your boots.

You slowly approach the steel doors that had been left ajar by the previous visitors. Suddenly T’Challa’s plane exudes a large amount of exhaust, the unexpected sound causing you to whip around, your defenses trained for enemy fire.

In a moment, T’Challa had sped from your side, moving swiftly towards the steel doors, bending them solidly shut behind him as the lock clicks into place, leaving you barred on the outside.

“HEY!” You shriek, your fist beating angrily against the cold, rusted steel. “T’Challa! You idoit! What the fuck are you doing?”

“I am sorry young scorpion, but I believe I am doing what is right, I cannot have you interfering.” His words fall swiftly through the door as they fade.

Your hands beat harshly against the metal, willing it to buckle beneath your fervent fists as a slew of profanities tear from your lips.

You stare at your blocked entrance through frustrated tears. Taking a few deep breaths, looking around quickly, seeking any indication of an alternative way in.

Escape hatch. You think fleetingly, beginning to climb up the snow mound by the side of the door, seeking to get on top of the fortress.

With so much underground they would need alternative ways out. I just have to find one… Your foot slips slightly as you scale the wall, using your knives to push hand holds into the firm snow. After a bit of difficulty, you pull yourself to the top, seeing a handful of large launching pads dispersed throughout the flat roof, but no clear manholes.

You move tentatively, unsure of your footing or what defenses may be present. Suddenly the ground shakes beneath you, causing you to crouch down, steadying your balance on the slippery snow, the deafening sound of an explosion below causing your heart to pound fervently.

Suddenly you see something in the distance, a man in a long black jacket emerging from the white ground. You react quickly as he begins to run.

“Hey!” you yell, moving hastily on his tail. But your attention is briefly diverted as the ground shakes once more, causing you to lose your footing, sending you sliding to your knees, stopping only feet from a large launch hatch that was suddenly opening.

Frantically rising to your feet, you dodge the snow debris falling from the door of the hatch. As it opens you can hear the sound of yelling faintly over the whine of the metal gears.

Without thinking you begin running towards the large hole, stopping short as you gaze down the maze of grates lining the wall. You watch as a large dark figure jumps across from grate to grate, his metal arm catching himself as he pulls his body up onto the platform.

Without a moment of hesitation, you scamper down the ladder, not thinking of anything else but reaching Bucky. Jumping from the middle rung, you hit the platform firmly, allowing your knees to bend as you absorb the shock of the landing.

Hurriedly turning around, you see Stark collide forcefully with Bucky, sending him sprawling backwards onto a lower platform. “BUCKY!” You scream, looking down on him, running hurriedly along the wall of platforms as you try to get to him.

“Stark Stop!!” You plead as Bucky looks up to you, leaving himself vulnerable for a moment,

“Scorpion, this is your final warning, stay out of it.” You gasp as Stark takes the cheap shot, sending a blast straight at Bucky. Steve appears just in time, placing his shield up in front of Bucky as the shot reverberates back at Stark, knocking him against the opposing wall.

“What are you doing here?” Bucky yells up to you, fear and joy warring for dominance across his features as he moves quickly from Steve, climbing the walls and platforms, ascending to you.

You kneel down, watching him climb up to you as Stark rises to his feet once more, resuming his pursuit. “Watch out!” You yell, attempting to give a warning, but Steve reacts first, wrapping a thin wire around Starks neck as he jumps towards the ground, dragging Tony with him.

Your attention switches quickly back to Bucky, speaking words of encouragement as you watch him make large and dangerous jumps, every moment coming closer to you. “Come on!” You shout as you hear Cap’s shield clatter to the ground, just as Bucky makes a particularly risky jump to the platform you are kneeling on.

His fingers dig into the grate as he hangs below, you frantically fumble your hands along his back helping to pull him up. Within an instant you are both on your feet and frantically climbing, hopping the few more platforms to the ladder.

He begins to climb ahead of you, both of you frantically scaling the rungs with speed. You scream as the hinge abruptly explodes beside you, Stark’s missile coming in firm contact as the door groans, collapsing downwards.

You drop down hurriedly, ducking into the shelter of the ladder as Bucky jumps to the opposite wall, both of you narrowly avoiding debris from the blast.

“Y/N!” You hear him cry out in concern as you shift into a crouched position, coming into eye contact as you both realize that you are trapped.

Stark rises swiftly between you, going after Bucky as he ferociously swings a large pipe from the debris. Your hands scramble hurriedly around you, reaching for fragmented bits of concreate as you begin to send a barrage of flying objects at Stark.

But to no avail, Stark moves swiftly, locking his arms around Bucky’s neck before speaking clearly to him as you scream, pleading with Tony to release him. “Do you even remember them?” He asks forcefully.

You fall into silence as you watch Bucky’s face, pain and regret flashing across his features. “I remember all of them.” He speaks slowly, struggling to breathe as Tony’s metal limbs wrap around him.

“Tony please.” You beg, tears falling from your eyes once again. “No!” You scream, as Stark flies down taking Bucky with him. You jump without thinking, adrenaline pulsing through you as you fling yourself at Stark’s back, wrapping your limbs around him and clinging on for dear life as the three of you fall down the shaft.

“Y/N!” Steve yells as he jumps across, catching you around the waist, causing you to dislodge and slam back against the wall, coming to rest painfully on a platform, gasping for air at the impact.

Bucky, Tony, and Steve fall quickly, the force of Steve’s contact causing their bodies to ricochet against the wall, sending Bucky flying to a platform a few floors beneath you. Groaning, you roll onto your stomach, pushing yourself to all fours as you look down at Bucky, breathing with a sigh of relief as you see him moving.

He makes eye contact with you, as you nod, reassuring him that you are alright. You rise hurriedly, dropping down each platform, silently working your way towards him. He quickly rises to all fours as he looks down at Steve.

“This isn’t going to change what happened.” Steve’s soft voice reverberates up the shaft, echoing in the cavern.

“I don’t care.” Tony says firmly, standing in opposition to Steve. “He killed me mom.” You gasp audibly as Stark flies forward at Steve, Bucky’s eyes connecting with yours as you drop to the platform next to him, taking a large jump onto the one he was standing on.

His arms wrap firmly around you, catching your momentum as you wince painfully at the impact on your abused legs. “I…” He whispers, the tentative tone of an excuse coming.

“Not now love.” You whisper placing a sharp kiss to his lips to let him know where your head was. “I know.” Your fingers quickly ghost over his jaw as you move to the adjacent platform, retrieving Steve’s shield as you move down towards your Captain.

“No,” Bucky says firmly, pulling the shield out of your hands as you both scramble downwards, “You’re hurt enough. Please stay out of harm’s way. I’ll protect him… Old habits die hard I guess.” He shrugs sheepishly as he turns from you.

Before you can argue, Bucky jumps the last few feet to the battle below, raising the shield high above his head as he brings the edge crashing down into Stark’s back. Stark responds immediately sending a blast that reflects off the shield and comes flying up towards you as you narrowly dodge it.

You watch from a safe distance as Bucky throws the shield back to Steve, knowing full well that you would be more of a nuisance at this time, with your weakened state and the ineffectiveness of your weapons against Stark’s iron shield.

You watch helplessly as the two super soldiers take on their friend, working seamlessly to double team him and drop him quickly to his knees.

As elated as you want to feel at them grabbing the upper hand, the constant twinge of heartbreak still tears through your body as you remember who is in the suit.

Then suddenly the hand shifts, Steve catches a blast to the stomach and is thrown backwards, leaving Bucky to take on Stark alone. You cannot stand idly by as he takes hit after hit, you move quickly descending to the main area as Bucky regains the upper hand, ferociously slamming Stark against the wall, his metal hand digging into the core of Tony’s suit.

You stop in your hurried movements, frozen as you rush forward, watching the animalistic tendency taking over the man you love. The hardened heart of the beaten and broken assassin burning through.

“Bucky! Bucky stop!” You cry, but he cannot hear you, his own savage scream drowning out your plea. With a sudden blast of light, he is thrown backwards, coming to land harshly on his knee, his eyes wide with shock as his gaze falls on the smoking exposed wires where his metal arm just was.

You move quickly, stepping between Stark and him as Stark raises his hand once again. “Move!” Tony hollers at you, but you stand firmly blocking his path to Bucky as he tries to aim around you. You rush forward your hands reaching for the blaster on his palm as you try to deflect him.

“Tony! Tony, stop! Please! STOP!” You plead rapidly, as you try to block him, “MOVE!” He screams once more trying to push you aside, but you hold on tighter, refusing to step aside.

With one quick motion, Stark’s arm sweeps against your waist, catching you painfully right along the ribs as the strength of his blow sends you flying back against the ramp. You hit the concreate painfully, your head smacking forcefully to the ground as you roll down to lie at the base of the ramp.

Your vision is blurry as you see Bucky fly forward once more, Starks blast coming into contact with him. You fight against the swimming sensation in your brain, you try helplessly to rise to your knees once more, as Steve rushes forward, his shield deflecting the oncoming blasts from Tony, protecting Bucky once again, sending light deflecting throughout the enclosure.

Your vision blurs again as Steve engages Tony in combat, your eyes scan roughly along the ground, spotting Bucky, seemingly unconscious, a few feet from you. You fight to get to your knees again, but your consciousness is swimming in and out. You close your eyes as your bloodied cheek presses to the cool concrete.

“He’s my friend.” You hear Steve’s plea, drifting to your deafening ears as if in a distant room. “So was I.” Tony responds, his voice becoming clearer as you force your eyes open again, seeing Tony slam hit after hit into your Captain’s face as Bucky stirs slowly behind him.

You raise your head as Stark grabs Steve by his straps, throwing him roughly against a pillar, “Stay down. Final warning.” Stark snarls, standing threatening in front of Steve.

You watch as your Captain struggles to his feet, falling roughly back into fighting stance. His perseverance inspiring you once more as you press your palms firmly to the ground and push back onto your knees, yelping quietly when a sharp pain stings your side as you breathe.

“I could do this all day.” Steve breathes heavily, raising his fists once more as your vision swims again, your hands gripping harshly at the floor as the world seems to move around you. You know you have pushed your body to its limits, and unlike the super soldiers surrounding you, you were unable to recover so quickly.

You watch helpless as Stark prepares another blast for Steve, but Bucky moves instinctively, grabbing at Starks ankle and subsequently receiving a sharp kick to the face as he falls backwards to the ground.

If nothing else had been able to force clarity back into your head, the site of the blood trickling from Bucky’s face had done the trick. You moved quickly, ignoring the intense pain in your side with every breath or movement.

You grit your teeth as your body threatens to lose consciousness. In the moment that Stark was distracted by your and Bucky’s sudden movements, Steve is able to step forward and gain the upper hand, raising the iron man high above his head before throwing him forcefully against a pillar.

Steve moves on top of Tony trapping him down, as you hurry over to Bucky, touching his face softly as his eyes try to focus on you. “Come on, baby. Buck. Bucky! We have to get you out of here, come on, come on!” You whisper fervently your pleas falling on deaf ears.

His remaining hand rises up to meet your face, his warm fingers wiping at the sticky blood dribbling down your cheek. You press into his touch as your tears mix with the dirt and blood, creating clear tracks down your cheek.

You turn your attention to Steve, knowing that you did not have the strength to move Bucky on your own.

Your Captain had retained the upper hand, but with each hit the ferocity of his movements were mimicking Bucky’s lack of control, with each contact he was chipping away at what had always made him your Captain.

“Captain,” You call out, allowing Bucky’s hand to drop from your face as you rise with difficulty to your feet. Steve continues in his abusive, repetitive action, ramming the shield with malice into Starks mask, exposing Tony’s fearful face as he raises the shield once more.

“Steve!” You yell, your hand coming in contact with his shoulder as he looks up at you, his eyes black and wild with desperation. With a final growl, he crashes the shield into Tony’s chest, falling sideways off him as you all remain still for a moment, shocked by the deterioration of what was once a team.

“Tony… I…” You whisper regretfully as you extend a hand to Steve, pulling him roughly to his feet as you stagger on your own. Tony closes his eyes and turns away from you, small tears seeping from the corners of his eyes. He rolls onto his side as Steve steps beside you retrieving his shield and wrapping an arm around your waist to steady you on your feet, before he moves past you to pull Bucky to his.

“Tony… I’m so sorry.” You whisper as you kneel beside him, reaching for his shoulder and helping to pull him into a more upright position. His eyes connect with yours, his expression softening slightly as he looks at your tear stained cheeks. Tear tracks having carved pathways in the fresh blood painted along the side of your face, as bruises quickly formed beneath your skin.

“I never wanted you to get hurt.” He whispers, his gaze falling from you once again as he falls back on his arm. “I…”

“Y/N.” Steve speaks firmly. Stark’s gaze rises to Steve once more, as he stands there looking coldly down at him, supporting Bucky by his side.

“That shield doesn’t belong to you.” Stark spits, as you rise hesitantly to your feet, retreating over to Steve and Bucky as you loop your arm around Bucky’s waist to help him. Steve turns you all away as Tony bellows after him, “You don’t deserve it. My father made that shield!”

Steve stops, causing Bucky to stumble beside you. You glance to your Captain, seeing that the clear blue of his eyes had returned as he looks ahead in sadness. With a deep sigh, he drops the shield beside him, the clatter of the metal providing a finality to the confrontation, as if a door had sealed shut.

Part 22

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Jesse McCree & his feisty Omega!s/o for #70? [“I got into some trouble today. I sort of punched an Alpha in the face when he touched me. Long story short, there’s a couple of officers at the door who would like to talk to you about getting control of your omega.”]

“I told you not to fucking touch me”, you growled, yanking your arm away from the hold of the tall, sneering alpha. For the last week, this alpha had been seeking you out, trying to corner you and ‘convince’ you that he’d make a better alpha than your cowboy. That he would never leave that ‘tight little ass’ of yours alone. Each time you had rebuked him, first politely but now he was bolder, taking your lack of snitching as a sign that you secretly wanted him. Truthfully, you didn’t want to add to Jesse’s filling plate; he was doing some extra training in preparations for a special mission and he didn’t need a possible Alpha fight on his hand. You could handle yourself…or at least you would try your damnedest to. “I have an Alpha, and he is a million times the man than you could ever think to be, you got that? Now leave me the fuck alone!”

You turned to walk away, growling low in your throat until you felt that man grab your wrist to stop you once more.

“You’re a feisty little thing”, he chuckled, trying to pull you back against him but you refused to fall back into him. “I’mma like fucking that outt—”

It felt like an inferno was being set through your body as his hands touched you again, disgust fueling your flight or fight instinct. You twisted fast and quick on your heel, using the momentum to drive your fist into the asshole’s face. He was taller than you but he stumbled backwards, releasing you and holding his leaking nose with both hands. A smug sense of success poured through you as you watched him groan before reality came rushing in, the sounds of shocked murmurs and whispers filling the air in the cafeteria. Your eyes went round, your hands dropping to your side as you suddenly felt impossibly small. Shit. You, an omega, had punched an alpha in the face. You had completely disregarded your status, and instead of allowing your alpha to handle that business, you had taken it upon yourself. Shit shit shit. Your omega instincts kicked in hard, telling you to prostrate yourself before him, to apologize to him and hope to god he didn’t take it out on you. You were feisty, you knew that. You had opinions and an honest mouth that your alpha adored, but that didn’t mean you could talk to other alphas however you liked.

“I…I”, you stuttered, the alpha you punched glowering at you as he tried to plug his nose, someone snickering as they handed him napkins. Your eyes darted between him, the people whispering in the room and the officers before stumbling backwards, turning and taking off towards your bunk.

“Hey you bitch!”

You thanked the gods that you were fast, reaching your room and slamming your hand onto the bio-scanner. You looked over your shoulder paranoidly, turning back to your door and trying to will it to open up faster. As soon as it slipped open you squeezed yourself in, slamming the door lock on the other side frantically.

“Whoa there darlin.”

You jumped, screaming in shock as McCree’s hand landed on your shoulder. You jumped back, your back pressed against the door as you stared up at McCree with large, round eyes. A feeling of safety fought against your adrenaline’s response, the fight slowly draining out of you, replaced by a small bit of dread. Jesse’s brow furrowed in confusion, the cowboy’s other hand falling to your opposite shoulder, pulling you against him and looking you up and down.

“Hey now”, he asked, his warm, brown eyes dancing over you in concern, one of his calloused hands rubbing lightly at your cheek when he couldn’t find an obvious source of distress. “What’s wrong? You look nervous as a cat in a room fulla rockin’ chairs.”

“Uh I well I”, you stammered, knowing that it would be better to hear directly from the source rather than from the security officers on the base. “I got into some trouble today…I sorta punched an Alpha in the face when he touched me…so…long story short, there’s probably going to be a couple officer’s coming to the door to talk to you about controlling your omega.”

Your words rushed out in a breath, shifting your weight from one foot to the next as he listened to your story. He bristled at your words, a low growl starting in his chest at the mention of another alpha touching you. He pulled you tight against his body, that growl still rumbling in his chest as he nuzzled against your scent glands hard, scenting you aggressively. You tilted your head to the side, clinging to him softly as you submitted to his actions, shivering at his possessive reaction. Jesse McCree was by no means an aggressive person; laid back, humorous, charismatic would be the first thing that came to mind. But he protected what was his fiercely; whether they be packmates or bondmate, no one would touch what was his.

“Why didn’t you tell me sweetpea”, he asked, pulling away from your neck and straightening up, his thumbs lightly stroking your cheeks. “I woulda taken care of the bastard…”

“‘M sorry”, you said, standing on your tiptoes, gently kissing him on the lips before lowering back to the ground. You bit your bottom lip sheepishly, giving him an apologetic stare. “I just didn’t want you to worry…You’ve been training so hard and you’ve been so worn out. I didn’t want to bog ya down with some overzealous asshole…”

“Darlin taking care of you ain’t no bother”, McCree answered confidently, his brow furrowing before smiling and pressing a hard kiss to your forehead. “But I do appreciate your concern, sweetpea. Now don’t you worry about them officers’, I’ll handle them.”

As if on cue, there was a knock at the door that made you jump, your eyes jumping up to McCree’s in shock. He released you, gently pushing you behind him as he rolled his shoulders, exuding an energy that stated ‘don’t fuck with me’. His hand moved to the pad of the door, pressing the button and crossing his arms over his chest as he caught sight of the two officers.

“How can I help you gentlemen?”

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Originally posted by lannistxrs

“The 100 are sent to the ground along with some unexpected ‘delinquents’ including *yn* Kane, the rebellious daughter of the infamous councilmen Marcus Kane. *yn* meets Bellamy Blake and the two take an immediate disliking to each other as their battle for power over the camp begins.”

Warnings: Swearing, violence

Notes: Based on 1x01 “Pilot” of the 100.

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“Prisoner 321 stand up and face the wall.” 

*yn* looked up from the floor and flickered her gaze to the familiar guards that were entering her cell. “I’m quite comfortable where I am, actually.” She replied from her spot on the bed.

“Now Kane.” One spoke gruffly which made her roll her eyes. “Fine.” She huffed as she stood up from her bed and made her way to the centre of the room.

A guard roughly grabbed her arm and shoved her sleeve down, exposing her wrist. “What is that?” She asked as he produced a wristband of some sort. She immediately flinched away as he brought it closer but the other guard held her in place. She struggled and let out a grunt of pain as he clamped the device around her wrist which illuminated the second it was in place.

“Lets go.” 

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years & years (2) - m.dl.c x reader // j.a x reader

Summary: junior year sets in motion a chain of events that changes the lives of liberty high students, forever.
Warnings: mentions of a car crash, mentions of suicide, attempted suicide, blood, scars.
A/N: so this turned out longer than i intended so that’s why i ended it where i did. should i continue it or leave it as it is? anyway, this isn’t edited or anything, so i hope it’s okay!

you’re sixteen, and the first party of your junior year is the catalyst for the end of the world as you knew it. a beer run goes wrong when a car doesn’t stop where it’s supposed to, ramming straight into the car you’re travelling in with jeff. around your feet are glass bottles that shatter upon impact, cutting through your cheap canvas runners and digging in to your skin. you don’t feel it, though, because the jolt of the car sends you forward sharply, your forehead meeting the dashboard with a thunk. it knocks you out, for a few minutes, and when you come around, there’s a far worse pain waiting in the seat beside you.

a week in hospital helps the cuts on your ankles and feet scab over and heal, but no amount of time could even begin to touch the edges of the hole in your chest, in the wake of jeff’s death. the paramedics called it immediately upon arriving at the scene, your screams echoing down the street filled with passersby and flashing lights. clay had found the wreck, and you can’t erase the wretched cries he’d let out, begging jeff to hold on. the funeral is, of course, a large affair - it seems almost the entire school turns out to bid farewell to the best baseball player the town had the honour of having. in your black jeans, black shirt, black jacket, all you can focus on is the warmth of mrs. atkin’s hand in yours, gripping it tight. the students stare, pity in their gaze, unsure words of condolences whispered hurriedly as they pass you by. it only makes you feel worse.

back in school, however, another shocking blow lands only days after returning to liberty high’s hallways - hannah baker takes her own life, and leaves behind a world of pain and mystery. as if you couldn’t be more unbalanced, it feels as though the entire world has spun off it’s axis, disturbing the gravity, making it impossible to ground yourself. unlike jeff’s funeral, hannah’s is private, family only. clay is a hollow shell of the boy you grew up knowing, having lost a best friend and his crush in less than a month. when a group of jocks pass you by, clad in varsity jackets exactly like the one hanging in your wardrobe at home, the pressure hits breaking point, and you find yourself sobbing viciously beneath the bleachers outside - with no memory of how you got there. after what could be hours or simply minutes, a strong arm pulls you into a solid, warm chest, cradling you while the sobs wrack your entire body. montgomery de la cruz, a boy you haven’t spoken to in over a year, says nothing, does nothing, except hold you while you cry. for the first time since that awful night, you don’t feel so alone anymore.


after that day under the bleachers, montgomery is sure to check in with you a few times a day. the conversation never stretches beyond quick greetings, but you know that if you need someone, he’ll be there - and that’s what you need. unbeknownst to the both of you, a series of tapes is circulating a group of people you both know, left by hannah before her death. everyone begins to act strange; clay is distant and even more lost than usual, sheri can’t seem to meet your eyes anymore, alex wanders around the hallway like a dark cloud, ominous, foreboding. he purposefully picks fights with montgomery - you don’t know the reason why, nor does montgomery, but alex does. when you try to speak the bleach blond boy, he seems to be just out of your reach, like everything else, these days. even tony, your lifelong best friend is never around. jessica davis takes on the part of hedonist, drinking through school and skipping out on cheer practice. she makes scenes in public with justin and then storms off - and justin is just as far away as everybody else. like the earlier analogy of the world spinning off it’s axis, it screws with the entire system. you’re no longer in each others orbits, all communications systems failing.

the third blow hits you before that same month is up. a text message goes unseen for almost half an hour, and it’s long enough for it to be too late. the message has you sprinting barefoot across town, wearing only pyjama shorts and a tank top, headed for alex standall’s house. the blood reminds you of jeff’s body in the car, and you can barely hold back the screaming long enough to call an ambulance. it’s a long night, sitting in silence side by side with alex’s father. the man’s face is expressionless, but his eyes shine with tears he refuses to let fall. at some point, when the waiting and agonising fear becomes too much, you let your hand land on his. after a few seconds, he responds with a grateful squeeze, blinking hard. your throat is burning from the screaming, raw and painful, your bare feet like blocks of ice on the linoleum floor. the night passes.


it’s a relief to get to school on monday and realise that news of alex’s … indiscretion hasn’t yet made the rounds, but it’s not too long before it reaches the hallways. clay stops you before class to ask if you’re okay.

‘are you?’

his expression tells you all that needs saying, and you’re sure your own does, too. you let him talk to you into meeting at monet’s after school. home is too suffocating - with jeff, and hannah baker, and now alex, your parents have taken to hovering, constantly, around you. it’s sweet, and you appreciate the concern, but it doesn’t help the feeling that you don’t know how to breathe anymore. sitting around a back table with tony and clay is the most normal thing you’ve done in weeks. clay is as nervous and awkward as always, tony providing a steady contrast, confident and sure, but there’s a difference to the two of them you can’t quite explain. skye brings your drinks down; coffee for you and clay, hot chocolate for tony.

‘is it true about alex standall?’ the tattooed barista wants to know. clay spares you a glance, before nodding. skye scoffs and rolls her lined eyes. 'one girl offs herself and the rest follow like dominoes,’ she says, voice dripping with disgust. 'still, we see who the real attention seekers are, right?’

neither clay nor tony answer her; looking at each other, a silent conversation. you, however, look up at the blonde, and, rather quietly, ask her,

'can you shut the fuck up?’

she blinks. 'what? you weren’t even friends with hannah.’ 'no. but i am friends with alex. don’t be so ignorant.’

her eyes flash with indignation. 'i’m being honest, not ignorant.’
'no, you’re being disrespectful.’ underneath the table, your fists clench. 'look, i know that you’re hurting over jeff, so i-’

your head snaps up. you can barely hear yourself talking over the blood rushing through your ears. 'what did you just say?’

clay decides to step in. 'skye, maybe you should just drop it,’ his voice is low. the barista rolls her eyes again, and if she does it one more time-
'i’ll be at the counter if you need anything.’ she leaves. tony leans over to speak to you, but his words fall flat and unheard. standing up abruptly, you reach into your backpack for your wallet.

'c'mon, don’t go,’ clay pleads, tony noting the shake in your hands as you fumble for a few dollar bills. 'i can pay,’ the boy offers, concerned. you shake your head, dropping the notes on the counter. 'i’ll see you in school tomorrow,’ you mutter, gripping your bag in both hands and rushing out of café as fast as you could. speed-walking down the street, you breathe in and out slow, trying to calm your pounding heart, and the rage like a fire burning through your veins. skye’s words echo in your head - attention-seekers, attention-seekers - blinded by your emotion, you collide with a hard body, the two of you snapping 'watch it!’ in unison.

it’s montgomery, and when he sees it’s you, the tense set of his broad shoulders relax. 'oh, hey. are you okay?’ as his eyes search your face, you find yourself breaking. stepping closer to him, in an effort to keep your voice at a normal volume, you admit, 'i get it now. i get you now. i never understood… you’ve been so angry, for so long, and i never got it. but… but i get it now. i’m so mad, monty. i’m so mad, all the time, and i - i don’t want to - i can’t - i don’t know what to do.’

his entire face softens, his features kinder than you’ve ever seen them. after taking a moment to register your words, he swallows, and then reaches for your elbow.

'come with me.’


as he begins to urge you forward, all he says is, 'just come with me.’ so you do. you follow where he leads, his hand an anchor to reality. as you walk with him to god-knows-where, you realise there’s only one thing you’re certain of.

montgomery de la cruz could walk you off the edge of the earth, and you’d follow, without hesitation.

The Vikings in Ireland: The First Wave, 795 - 873.

The initial phase of Viking involvement in Ireland consisted of multiple “hit-and-run” type raids. Starting with the raid on the wealthy monastery of Lambay Island in 795, the Vikings began their plunder. Lambay lies just north of Dublin Bay, however, at this point there was no Dublin. Dublin would later be settled by Vikings in 841 as a longphort (a type of photo-settlement allowing safe harborage for raiding activities) during the second phase of Viking actions in Ireland.

The Vikings came in search of loot and treasure, of which monasteries sure had a lot of during the middle ages. However, they were not alone in this, “for native Irish raiders did not scruple or emulate [the Vikings’] example”(2). Irish society was unique from the rest of Christendom in that they were a fractured society familiar with tribal politics. Although these initial raids do shock the land, the people of Ireland were not estranged from violence and would eventually adapt as seen in the later Viking activities.

Some notable events….

795: Lambay
802: Iona (moves to Kells, 807 - Book of Kells)
812: Irish resistance
824: Bangor (bolder raids)
832: Armagh (several times)
835: Clonmacnoise
841: Longphort at Linn Dúachaill and Duiblinn
842: Viking participation in Irish conflicts


  1. Haywood, John. “Vikings in Ireland I.” In The Penguin Historical Atlas of the Vikings. London: Penguin, 1995. 
  2. Killeen, Richard. “Vikings.” In A Brief History of Ireland: Land, People, and History. Running Press, 2012. 
  3. Dukes-Knight, Jennifer. “Vikings in Ireland.” Lecture, Viking History, University of South Florida, 2015.