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“Dammit, Y/N! Don’t you dare hang up the phone! What the hell do you mean?!” Dean paced around his motel room, running his fingers through his hair continuously. They had just wrapped up a case in Nebraska, and was planning on visiting Bobby for some down time. Sam reminded his older brother that they haven’t seen Y/N in over several months, and he had been missing her.
“I understand, Dean,” she answered vaguely. Dean’s heart was thumping against his chest, as he tried to understand her message.
“What- What is it, sweetheart? What do you understand?” He started throwing clothes into his duffel bag, knocking on the bathroom door where Sam was currently showering.
“You and Sam need each other… But you don’t need me.” With that, she hung up.
“Y/N? Y/N?” Dean shouted into the phone, knowing that it would be futile. “Fuck.” He hung up his phone, and knocked louder against the bathroom door. “Sam! Get your ass out here.”
Sam opened the door with only his jeans, his face lined with annoyance. “The fuck Dean?”
“We’re leaving NOW!”
“What’s going on? Did you talk to Y/N?” Sam quickly put on his shirt, seeing the gravity of the situation in Dean’s eyes.
“Yea, but she kept saying things,” Dean answered vaguely, shaking his head as he continued to pack their stuff.
“What did she say?”
“She kept saying how she understands- how she knows that we needed each other, but we don’t need her.”
Sam furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Why makes her think that? She knows we love her.”
“I have a bad feeling about this, Sam. C’mon.”
Both brothers made their way to Bobby’s house with tension between them. The four-hour trip only lasting 3 hours with Dean’s driving. Nothing else had been said. Nothing else needed to be said. Not until they find Y/N, hopefully alive.
(Y/N) wandered into the kitchen, her navy top drenched in perspiration from her morning workout. The early riser was not surprised to find the compound empty. Usually, only the two super soldiers, as well as herself, woke up before lunch by habit. She moved to rummage through the fridge for whatever ingredients were stocked while humming an upbeat tune.
Rolling up her sleeves due to the heat, (Y/N) washed her hands before she started her meal prep when she spotted a gleaming metal item sitting on the corner of the sink. She wiped her hands on the apron she was wearing and moved to pick the metal item up.
As the cool metal touched her fingers, (Y/N) realized she was holding onto an intricate silver ring. Twirling the ring around, she attempted to find any sign of who its owner was to no avail. With a huff, she unclasped the hook on her necklace and strung the ring in, tucking it under her shirt, hoping to return it to its owner when she can.
(Y/N) and the super soldiers duo, as per usual, were the only ones awake before the sun has risen. A look out the window and they’re greeted by a storm out there. (Y/N) heaved out a sigh and slowly trudged to her room to change into sportswear.
As she walked into the gym, (Y/N) was greeted by Bucky and Steve going at the punching bag by the corner. She gave the duo a smile and started to run on the treadmill.
With (Y/N) in the gym, Bucky started to get distracted, the lands on the punching bag becoming sloppy. Noticing that his best friend was getting distracted by the dame on the treadmill, Steve gave Bucky a light kick on his thigh, a knowing smirk on his face.
Bucky couldn’t stop the pink tinge on the tip of his ears and scowled at the Captain. He shook his head slightly, trying to get his mind to focus but could not help catching little glances at (Y/N).
Bucky couldn’t deny his attraction to the girl but didn’t for the life of him knew how to express his admiration to her. After years being brainwashed, Bucky seemed to have lost his touch as the suave soldier that had hordes of dames following him.
As the thoughts were swirling around his mind, (Y/N) has made her way to the bench that was next to Bucky and sat down. Bending over to tie her loose shoe lace, her necklace fell out of its confines under her shirt.
Bucky’s eyes widened in recognition, seeing his ring worn around (Y/N)’s neck. He couldn’t help the pride bubbling in him, a sense of satisfaction brewing at the scene before him. He felt as though (Y/N) was now his, even though she clearly had no clue.
Several days down the road, (Y/N) and Bucky were the only two left in the compound, the rest of the Avengers deployed on separate missions. (Y/N) was about to settle into the plush couch for her Saturday night movie marathon and was looking through for latest movie releases.
“Hey FRIDAY, could you inform Bucky that I’m about to start on movie night please?” (Y/N) asked the AI, her eyes not leaving her tablet.
“Of course, Ms (Y/N)” came its reply.
Little did she know, Bucky was already prepared for movie night. Just short of an hour ago, he has already placed a large fluffy sweater belonging to him on the arm of the couch. He knew that (Y/N) was always forgetting how cold the common room got during the night. And, well, Bucky was getting slightly into seeing (Y/N) wearing his things.
Bucky walked down the stairs and into the common room and was met with the cutest sight he has seen his joining the Avengers - (Y/N) curled up on the couch, drowning in his large sweater, messy hair atop her head, a wide smile adorning her face as she met his eyes.
Not too long after, one morning as (Y/N) left her room to make her way down to the kitchen, she opened her door only to find a pair of huge fluffy bedroom slippers placed neatly outside her door.
Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion but decided her feet was too cold as she slipped into the oversized slippers. She paddled down the steps of the stairs and gave Steve who was sitting on the counter a little wave.
Steve looked over at the girl and noticed she was wearing a sweater 3 sizes too big, her feet adorned with a pair of bedroom slippers another couple sizes larger. More importantly, Steve recognized who those items belonged to- his best buddy, Bucky.
Steve’s accuse sense of hearing picked up on Bucky entering the kitchen before (Y/N) did. He turned over and glanced at his friend, only to see Bucky leaning on the wall, a blissful smile on his lips as he looked over at (Y/N) busy preparing breakfast.
Bucky was caught staring and Steve threw him a knowing smirk, subtlety pointing over at (Y/N) sweater and slippers. Bucky gave his friend a hard glare that screamed, ‘Keep that to yourself!’ and settled himself next to Steve, eyes fleeting over to (Y/N).
Bucky has got to admit it. He was growing increasingly fond of having (Y/N) wear his things, use his things, just generally associating (Y/N) with himself. Besides, the ring, sweater, and bedroom slippers, (Y/N) now own Bucky’s hair ties, flannel shirts, bookmarks and even fluffy socks; all without knowing who the items belonged to.
The super soldier was sitting at the corner of a dimly lit club, celebrating Clint’s birthday. His eyes were trained on (Y/N) who has ventured to the bartender to get them more drinks. His gaze was lightly laced with concern as he swept through the counter to spot for potential danger.
(Y/N) was not 3 minutes into ordering when a muscular brunette placed himself next to her, a little too close for Bucky’s liking. (Y/N) shuffled to her left, making the distance between herself and the man further. He, however, was relentless and shuffled closer and attempted to whisper into her ear.
It was not that the girl could not handle the situation, but before she had the chance to, Bucky has already planted himself next to her, flesh arm snaking around her waist and with a lifted placed her on his lap.
His metal arm was gleaming under the clubs’ lights and seemed all the more threatening to those around him.
“Hey doll, did you manage to grab our drinks yet?” Bucky mumbled to her, his fingers lightly stroking the side of her waist.
(Y/N) was caught off-guard but had a grateful, knowing smile on her face as she replied, “I’m waiting on them, hun.”
(Y/N) knows that with Bucky helping her, she didn’t have to punch the creep in his face before he knows to stop and she didn’t want to spoil Clint’s birthday party.
The man clearly did not know when to stop and glared at Bucky, puffing out his chest in an attempt to seem bigger. Bucky rolled his eyes at the man and rested his chin on the crook of (Y/N)’s neck, a taunting smile on his lips directed at him.
The man, perhaps getting ballsy with liquid courage, was not one to back down. He shifted closer to (Y/N) and attempted to place his hand on her exposed lap.
Bucky reflects kicked in and grabbed the man’s wandering hands twisting it at an awkward angle until he cried out in pain.
With one hand twisting the man’s, Bucky reached his other hand brushed against (Y/N) neck, slipping his fingers under the chain of her necklace. He lifted the necklace out of its confines under the collar of her dress and held it in the man’s face.
“Look here. This is my wife. Stay away or this broken wrist would be the first of many dislocated joints.” Bucky growled, his deep voice low and menacing as he flicked the man’s broken wrist away, lifting (Y/N) up from his lap.
Bucky wrapped his arms around the girl and led her safely out of the crowd. Only as the cool air hit his face, did Bucky’s words dawn on him. The more the words run around his mind, the redder his face got.
“Uh, um, Bucky? How did you know about the ring on my necklace?” (Y/N) asked, her voice soft, cheeks tinted pink.
Bucky was at a lost for words and awkwardly rubbed his neck. His demeanor was the complete opposite from was it was in the club.
“Uh, well, um, the ring you have around your neck? It’s… it’s actually mine.” he explained.
“I didn’t know you had it until I saw it around your neck during the workout the other day. It honestly isn’t my intention to seem like a creep, (Y/N), I swear. The sweater? Slippers? Hair ties? Flannel shirts? Socks? Bookmarks? They’re all mine. Oh God, I know I sound like a complete creep but it really isn’t my intention. I promise you! I just, just, really… like you.” Bucky rambled on, his eyes not meeting (Y/N).
Silence enveloped the two after Bucky’s lengthy confession. Hearing no reply to his declaration of love, Bucky started to feel dejected, his feet shuffling lightly against the gravel on the street.
Just as Bucky was about to flag a cab for (Y/N) to send her safely back to the compound and go mope in the comforts of his room, (Y/N) took a small step closer to the man and placed a cold hand on his cheeks.
Lifting his face to meet her eyes, (Y/N) gave Bucky a tiny shy smile and rubbed her fingers lightly across his cheeks.
“Thank you for helping me back out there, Bucky. I…. I really like you too. I just didn’t know how to tell you.” (Y/N) answered.
Her eyes met Bucky’s sparkling ones as a wider smile graced her face.
(Y/N) pulled the man closer to her and landed a soft peck on his lips.
“So, can I keep the ring?” came her soft voice, as Bucky pulled her back to his lips with a quiet mumble of yes.
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There’s an angel sleeping soundly on Peter Parker’s shoulder, cheek against his sweater and hands intertwined with his despite the deep sleep you had fallen into in just five minutes of sitting beside him, slumped against the pale walls of the Midtown cafeteria. Maybe not an angel in the traditional sense, plush feathered wings with a glowing halo that shone like midmorning sunlight, but certainly angelic enough for him; sweet face, soft breathing, fluttering eyelashes and warm hands gripping his as if they’re your lifeline. Definitely an angel, he decides when you turn in your slumber to face him, your head drooping onto his sweater clad chest. He runs a soothing hand across your back, twisting the ends of your hair on his finger as gently as possible.
Ned makes his way over to the two of you and grins slightly, sliding down next to Peter and nudging him. Peter presses a finger to his lips when he looks toward Ned, then gestures down to your sleeping form. “Hey, you do the chem homework? I’m stuck on question eight,” Ned whispers, careful not to raise his voice the way he sometimes had a habit of doing so you could continue your nap on his best friend’s abdomen.
“Yeah, stayed up last night doing it, answer is the formula for density,” you mumble, your eyes cracking open as you offer Ned a small smile and stretch your arms out in front of you. You stay put in your position on your boyfriend, though, content with the way you felt whilst he held you in a protective embrace. Peter’s gaze feels lovely as he brushes a hand over your hair, eyebrows raised.
“You stayed up to do homework? You should get some sleep, sweetheart,” he murmurs, tilting your chin up to him so he can examine the circle under your eyes that tint slightly darker with each passing day. “Homework can wait.”
“Nah, chem is important,” you reply, lying down across him so that your head is in his lap and you’re smiling up at him in that adoring way that makes a blush spread from his neck to the tips of his ears in two seconds flat. “Mind if I sleep a little more? You’re comfy.”
“It’s what I’m here for,” he replies, leaning down and kissing the end of your nose with a soft touch that makes you swoon, though you’re too exhausted to respond how you typically would had you been wide awake- with a flustered grin, cupping his rosy cheeks in your hands and pulling him toward you in order to kiss him again. But you can’t find the energy to sit back up, bringing your knees to your chest and closing your eyes instead. “An angel, right?” He breathes, beaming at Ned so wholeheartedly the other boy is practically obligated to grin back and nod a little. The tip of his finger ghosts over the outline of your lips and your eyebrows, a soft, reserved smile playing at his mouth. “Should really be getting some sleep outside of school, though,” he sighs, taking his phone out of his pocket to check the time. Three minutes till next bell. Peter shakes your shoulder lightly. “C’mon, babe. You can nap at my apartment later. May’ll drive you home. I don’t want you falling asleep on the train and getting mugged during rush hour.” There’s a mumbled protest that befalls from your slightly parted lips, but you get to your feet and then pull Peter to his, trudging off with your boys toward Spanish class.
You fall asleep against him on the train again, though not for long because he makes sure you stay awake long enough to transfer to the F and then walk to his apartment. There’s a brief second where he has to shake you awake in the elevator, because you’d fall asleep anywhere and everywhere if Peter wasn’t there to help you out. Then you greet May in the apartment he lives in on the seventh floor, give her a hug and a smile and a rundown of your school day before Peter opens the door to his bedroom and tells you to get some rest. You’re dozing off without even realizing it, once again on his shoulder but this time swaddled in a sweatshirt that he knows he’ll probably never get back once you leave with it. He doesn’t even mind. Peter gives you a kiss on the side of your head and wraps his arms around your waist.
There’s something so lovely and profound and beautiful about sleeping with someone in the most innocent of ways, without the physical translation of the act the way it’s used today. It’s caring, nurturing. He adores it. He’s sure that he could sleep that way, his head atop yours and a peaceful smile adorning his pretty face, for the rest of his life. He’s got time for that, though. You both do. “My only angel,” he hums, kissing your pouted lips quickly. You pull him back down for another one when he moves his mouth away. “Get some rest,” he reiterates. “May will let you stay over if you take the top bunk, okay? Just sleep, Y/N.” Your lean into his side, knees to your chest and a hand wrapped in his, and you sleep. Angelic as ever, he thinks. And he is so, so lucky.
Request: Peter Parker x Reader where the reader gets kidnapped for leverage and gets tortured but Peter comes to save her.
Warnings: Language, depiction of violence/torture?
Word Count: 1068
A/N: Written in Peter’s POV || This made me super emo but I hope this is along the lines of what you wanted!! Also, SUPER SORRY that it took me so long, I had writer’s block for Peter but now I’ve come through! @painting-tragedies
Summary: A Supernatural AU. Dean and the Reader
are next door neighbours. Dean has an active sex life that keeps the
reader up at night. One night, the reader decides she’s had enough and
decides to confront Dean.
Pairing: Neighbour!Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Genre: Fluff, Angst
Word Count: 3,175
Warnings: Language. Mentions and implications of sexual intercourse. Mentions and implications of slight nudity. Jealous!Dean. Drinking. Unedited.
Author’s Note: I had fun writing this part. So, I hope you all will enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. Just wanted to let you know that there only 42 open spots left on the Noise Complaints tag list. It’s first come first serve. So, if you’d like to be tagged, please send me an ask. Thank you.
Summary: Christmas has
arrived, and Y/N discovers through a game of Secret Santa that one of the
boys at the team has feelings for her. While she’s trying to figure out who
that is, Nick Fury has also given her a secret mission, that will, without a
doubt, change everything.
A/N: I’m so excited for this! Sometimes i have problems tagging people, so even if you’re on the tag list, it’s not always you will get a notification. Anyway, this starts of slow, and there will times when little to nothing happens, but just stay with me! Enjoy this, and let me know what you thought, or if you tagged!
(All excerpts are from Ray Bradbury’s The illustrated man. Any words from his story are italicized.)
(Y/N) lay curled up on their bed, their eyes scanning over the words in front of them as they drank in every word, an almost high coming over them as they did. The story painted such a vivid picture for them that it was hard not to read the entire book in one sitting, something they had done quite frequently but they had promised themself that they’d savor this book, take in every word and sentence until their head ached but nearly 120 pages in and that promise was flying out the window. (Y/N) was so in depth in the book that they could barely here the door creak open when it did, the soft sound of feet on their shabby carpet. In fact it wasn’t until a certain supersoldier laid beside the reading body that (Y/N) snapped out of their book trance, gasping softly.
“Bucky!” (Y/N) exclaimed, “You scared me!” Bucky gave them a sleepy little smile as he closed his eyes, humming to himself.
“Sorry doll,” He whispered, nuzzling his face against the pillow beside them. “What’re you still doing up? I thought you’d gone to bed ages ago,” (Y/N) smiles at their lover sweetly as they reach out, gently brushing some of his hair away from his eyes.
“I’m actually reading,”
“It’s called the illustrated man, it’s really good,”
“Really?” Bucky cracks an eye open to look at (Y/N), his eyes glazed over with exhaustion. (Y/N) nods, cracking a smile as they glanced at the words a few paragraphs ahead.
“It’s really good,”
“What’s it about?” Bucky asks as he shifts a little closer to (Y/N), draping an arm over their leg as he pressed a gentle kiss to their hip.
“It’s about a illustrated man, he’s covered in tattoos but every night the tattoos will shift and change. These tattoos essentially predict the future-”
“Will you-” Bucky yawns a bit, licking his lips afterwards. “Will you read some to me?” (Y/N) smiles as they nod, one hand reaching down to play with Bucky’s hair while the other kept the book upright.
“They moved away. Suddenly the floor plates were laced with bone and white skulls that screamed,” Bucky curls against (Y/N) more, resting their head on their warm thigh as they recite the words to him.
“The captain did not dare look down, and over the screaming he said ‘Is this where Perse is?’ turning in at a hatch.” Bucky shifts once again, wrapping more of himself around (Y/N). (Y/N) halts in their reading, looking down at Bucky fondly. He looked so sweet like this, all sorts of sleepy and affectionate, his face pressed against (Y/N)’s thigh to the point that it was squishing his cheeks. (Y/N) smiles a bit as they sigh, running their fingers through Bucky’s rather long hair.
“Why’d you stop?” He asks, lifting his head up just enough to look at (Y/N) sleepily.
“Sorry…you just look really cute like this,” Bucky smiles sleepily, his eyes closing once again. He hums, resting his head back against (Y/N)’s legs.
“Well thank you,” (Y/N) gives him a look over, noting the way half his body was curled against them and the other half was not. With a sly little smirk (Y/N) parts their legs, allowing Bucky’s head to fall off their lap.
“(Y/N), what are you-”
“I want you between my thighs,” Bucky looks up at (Y/N), smirking just a bit.
“Doll, I’d love to but I am way too tired to even-”
“Not like that you dork,” (Y/N) smiles, shaking their head lightly. “Like when I sit on your lap, I want you to sit on mine,” Bucky eyes them warily, his sleep deprived eyes looking them over a few times.
“So you want me to sit in between your legs?” (Y/N) smiles a bit more, nodding.
“You’re already half curled up on me, why not just sit here instead?” Bucky looks between (Y/N)’s legs only for a moment before crawling between them, resting his larger body against their chest. His back presses against (Y/N)’s chest and he curls up against them a bit, pulling their sheets over their legs to keep them warm. “You ready?” (Y/N) asks, scratching at Bucky’s head again. The man nods, yawning a bit as he does. (Y/N) smiles as they wrap their arms around his waist, holding the book out in front of them as they attempt to find where they had left off. Finding their spot, (Y/N) gives the top of his head a quick peck before continuing on with their story.
“The captain walked to a port. He smelled of menthol and iodine and green soap on his polished and manicured hands. His white teeth were dentrificed, and his ears scoured to a pinkness, as were his cheeks,” Bucky shifts a bit, turning his head to rub his nose against (Y/N)’s neck, his body nearly going slack against theirs. He inhales deeply and exhales too, his warm breath hitting (Y/N)’s neck softly.
(Y/N) could tell he was on his way out, he never did last long when (Y/N) would read to him and they were sure their warmth and arms around him wasn’t helping. With a tender smile (Y/N) continues on, resting their chin atop the brunette’s head.
“His uniform was the color of new salt, and his boots were black mirrors, shining below him. His crisp crew-cut hair smelled of sharp alcohol. Even his breath was sharp and new and clean.” Suddenly Bucky’s breath evens out, a steady in and out against (Y/N)’s neck, his nose bumped right up against (Y/N)’s pulse point; he’d fallen asleep.
(Y/N) gingerly sets their book down, settling it down on their bed as they reach over and flicks off their bedside lamp, only shifting enough to get comfortable against their headboard. With a little huff of air (Y/N) reaches down and grabs their sheets, pulling it up to Bucky’s chin to keep him warm.
“Goodnight my sweet angel,” (Y/N) whispers, pressing a kiss to Bucky’s head as they close their eyes, allowing their own exhaustion to take over. Bucky shifts once more in his sleep, this time the movement much more subtle, a simple quirk of his lip was all, a simple, sleepy, and all too adorable smile.
Warnings: brief mention of nudity, this is a fluff y’all
Word Count: 347
A/N: I’m so sorry this is too short. I hope you like it L
“Hey Peter!” Y/N burst into Peter’s very messy room with a shock on her face. “Is this a wrong time? I can come la-“
“Gosh, Y/N you scared me!” Peter threw the bouquet of roses in his hands to his bed, miserably trying to cover his nearly naked body. “I-I…”
“Wait… Is this all for me?” Y/N looked around, carefully this time. Peter’s room wasn’t messy at all. He didn’t have any clothes thrown in the ground or in his chair, his desk was finally organized and the floor was covered with a bunch of unlit candles. Y/N didn’t know what to say. When she realized the room was filled with her favorite scent, she couldn’t help but grin uncontrollably. “You’re blushing…” Peter said softly. “Hey! You are the one who is supposed to be naked, I mean I have my clothes on! By the way… Why?” Y/N smirked and checked Peter’s naked torso out.
“I-Ummm…” Peter scratched the back of his neck, trying to find an appropriate answer. “Is it a part of our one year anniversary Peter?” Y/N walked towards Peter slowly, suggestively. “Yeah… Yeah that’s totally why I-“ Peter was cut off by Y/N’s sudden scream: “Ahh!!!”
“You found him.” Peter tried to stay calm, but he was failing. His hands were trembling while he slowly reached to the jar in his desk. With a sudden, quick move, he captured the giant spider coming out from his sweater on the ground and dropped it from his windows.
“I am kind of disappointed at the fact that you got naked for a spider and not for our anniversary,” Y/N shrugged, looking at Peter, who was now fully clothed. Peter looked back at Y/N with a shocked expression and started to unbutton his shirt: “I can-“
“I am joking you dork!” Y/N laughed. She sat on the bed and held Peter’s face in her both hands and whispered: “You are so fucking adorable”. Peter, who was standing up, leaned in closer to her face, looked down to her lips and whispered: “Happy one year anniversary babe”
I am really sorry that I’ve not been around that much these past few months. Adjusting to big girl life has been challenging to say the least. I’m getting better, but it’ll still be some time before I get back to a regular posting schedule. Also, inspiration has been almost nonexistent since the summer ended. Now that my creative juices are flowing again, be expecting some more stories to come!
Anyway, here is the long awaited part three of my Jason Todd soulmate story! Enjoy my lovelies!!
“I can’t believe it’s (Y/N) and she thinks sweet tea
is God’s given gift to man! It’s so obviously coffee.”
The other three dark-haired males glared at Tim. He
held his hands up in surrender and returned his gaze to the computer screen he
had previously been looking over. Jason rolled his eyes at his brothers’ various
It’s not like he had planned on you being his soulmate. Sure, he was attracted to you.
Your spitfire personality and quick wit had drawn the former Boy Wonder to you
from day one. The way your (E/C) eyes sparkled when you smiled, the way your
(H/C) hair framed your face, the way you scowled at him when he pissed you off. Jason would be crazy not to like you, but he
couldn’t say the feelings were reciprocated. You had made it clear on numerous
occasions of your disdain for the vigilante. Why you had such strong feelings
of dislike for Jason was still baffling. The two of you had rarely interacted
before Roy introduced you a few years ago. Jason had heard nothing but good
things about you from the redhead and, he hoped, you had heard some good things about him too.
“I mean,” Dick continued, drawing Jason’s mind back to
the conversation at hand, “you’ve known now for two months and the two of you
haven’t even attempted to talk things
Jason groaned in annoyance. “It’s not like (Y/N)’s
made it easy on me. She couldn’t stand me before and she definitely hates me now.”
“C’mon Jay, you don’t know that!”
“Really Dick, really? Because I’ve seen how other
soulmates reacted when they found each other and I’m pretty damn sure they didn’t
ignore one another for two fucking months.”
“I sense a note of frustration.”
“No shit, really Tim?” Jason snarled at the caffeine addict,
“How would you feel if your soulmate
refused to accept you?”
Damian scoffed at the older male. “I can’t blame her.
You’re not exactly first place for anyone Todd.”
Jason gritted his teeth in fury.
All his life, he had felt like no one wanted him. Like
his very existence didn’t matter to anyone. Now that he had found the one
person who was supposed to accept him for who he was, no questions asked,
refused to do so.
That hurt Jason more than dying had .
“I think you hit a nerve Damian.” Dick mumbled to the
current Boy Wonder. He gave Jason a worried look. “(Y/N) just needs time to
come to terms with it. It’s a pretty big deal finding your soulmate and all.”
Tim nodded in agreement. “Dick’s right. It might just
take some time for her to come around to the idea.”
“If she ever does.”
“Damian!” The oldest male scolded.
“No,” Jason’s voice came out as a soft whisper. “The
demon spawn is right. What if (Y/N) never
accepts me? I’m not exactly the ideal soulmate. I’m so fucked up; how could
I expect anyone to love someone like me?”
The room fell to uncomfortable silence. Tim had
stopped typing away at his keyboard to look at his older brother in concern.
Dick also wore an expression of concern while Damian seemed to be pondering
over Jason’s words.
“You shouldn’t let that stop you from pursuing this further.”
Bruce’s voice suddenly spoke up from where he stood. He and Alfred had turned
their attention to the four younger men at some point in their conversation.
The Dark Knight had an uncharacteristically soft look on his face. “It’s human
nature for people to think the worst of one another. You and (Y/N) didn’t have
the best start, but that shouldn’t stop you from seeing where things go. The
only thing standing in your way is you.”
Jason stood stunned at his father figure’s words. It
was rare for the feared Batman to offer up advice on anything that didn’t
involve their nightly activities. Bruce seemed to genuinely care about the
whole situation with his second oldest son and his soulmate.
Before Jason could respond, his phone began to ring.
He debated ignoring it, but something was nagging at him to answer the call. He
pulled the device out and glanced at the umber. Not recognizing it, he slid his
finger across the screen and placed the phone to his ear.
“Jason?” The voice on the other end was shaking
slightly, but he immediately recognized it. “It’s (Y/N). Do you have some time
Jason felt his heart rate increase at those words. He
glanced at his family for a moment. “Normally I’d say no since I’m about to
head on patrol, but I’m sure the scum of Gotham would appreciate one less hero
out tonight. Something on your mind?”
“O-oh! Well, if you’d rather go on patrol then-!”
“No!” Jason almost shouted. The dark-haired man took a
calming breath and regained his composure. “No, it’s fine (Y/N). Just…say
whatever it is you need to say.”
A beat of silence passed before your voice was heard
again. “I…um…well, I was hoping we could talk. About the other night.”
“The other night? You mean, the night two months ago?”
“Son of a…” You huffed in frustration. “You know what
I meant Jason Todd. Do you want to discuss us or not?”
A slow smirk crossed his lips. “Oh, so there’s an ‘us’
“Damn it, I knew
this was a bad idea.”
“Don’t hang up!” Dick suddenly shouted at the phone.
He had slowly inched his way over to Jason’s side and was listening in on the
conversation. When he had gotten there, Jason wasn’t sure. He’d been so happy
that you’d called to notice that everyone in the cave was staring at him intensely.
“Jay is just being difficult! He’s super happy that you called!”
“Don’t tell her that!” Jason hissed at the man.
Dick ignored him and continued to talk to you. “You
two should meet up and talk things through in person. We can spare him for the
night, right guys?”
A chorus of affirmatives filled the air. Jason glared
at all of them, silently grateful for their help but not about to show it.
“I-I’d like that.” You replied. “When…uh, when and
“How about the place where you guys figured everything
out?” Tim offered. He was also now by Jason’s side. A mischievous grin planted
on his face. “Seems like a good place to start things off, doesn’t it?”
“Alright. Can you be there tonight say around eight?”
“He’ll be there~!” Dick sang.
After saying good bye, Jason hung up and sighed
heavily. He glared at those assembled in the cave.
HES RELEASING IT ON HIS BIRTHDAY AND HE SOLD OUT IMMEDIATELY ON HIS FIRS T SOLO CONCERT AND HES WORKED SO HARD AND HIS PHOTOS ARE SO STUNNING AND HES SO TALENTED AND HES DONE SO MUCH AND YET IS STIL L SO YOUNG ANDHES SO HUMBLE AND WONDERFUL AND BEAUTIFUL AND AMAZING AND UNIQUE AND CHARMING AND I LOVE LEE TAEMIN SO MUCH HE DESERVES SO MUCH HE DESERVES THE WHOLE WORLD THIS LITTLE KID WHO STARTED AT SM AT 12 YEARS OLD AND DEBUTED AT 14 ALWAYS LEAVES EVERYONE SHOOK BY HIS OUTSTANDING PERFORMANCES AND PERFORMS DESPITE WHATEVER IS GOING ON WIHTH HIS LIFE AND HASS DONE SO MUCH AND CHANGED THE GAME SO MANY TIMES AS SHINEE AND AS A SOLOIST AND AS A PERSON AND AS AN ICONIC CONTRIBUTER TO MUSIC AND FASHION AND SOCIETY AND LIFE AND THE WORLD AND THE UNIVERSE AND LEE FRANCESCO TAEMIN. THANK U SO MUCH. THANK U SO MUCH U SMALL QUIRKY TALENTED DORKY GORGEOUS RADIANT HARD WORKING ONE OF A KIND RESPONSIBLE DILIGENT ETHEREAL BREATHTAKING CAPTIVATING STUNNING WONDERFUL AMAZING AWE INSPIRING MAN. THANK Y OU FOR EVERYTHING I LOVE YOU
Characters: Mitch Rapp, Steven Rapp, Beth Hurley & Reader/OFC
Author’s Note: This shit is dedicated to my front desk man, Perry. he is the best.
Summary: Y/n takes Mitch and Steven to Brooklyn to spend the morning and afternoon driving around in her father’s collection of classic cars. She bonds with Steven and brings the brother’s to her family’s apartment on the Lower East Side, where she decides to stay with Mitch for the rest of the their trip in New York.
“That was honestly one of the best mornings of my life, Y/n. Thank you so much for letting me tag along and do that.” Steven was sitting sort of sideways in the narrow backseat of your 1963 Aston Martin DB5. You were crossing over the Manhattan Bridge from Brooklyn, where he, Mitch and you had just spent the morning checking out and driving around in all of your father’s vintage collector cars.
“Absolutely, I’m so glad you two had fun.” You glanced over at Mitch who was slightly grinning at you from the passenger seat. “Plus it’s good for the cars to actually be driven considering I’m never up here to do it myself anymore.. actually, Steven, I was thinking, my Dad used to use the cars to take clients out and he always said that it helped him close deals.. if you ever needed a little extra something to bag a new client for your company, I’ll give you the number for the guy that takes care of the cars, and he’ll hook you up.”
“Oh, wow.. you don’t have to do that.” Steven was flabbergasted.
“No, please. You clearly have a respect for the cars, and Mitch says you’re the responsible one. If it helps your business grow, the least I can do is lend you a car for a night.” You shrugged, glanced back behind you to smile at him and then looked back in front of you to continue driving.
“Thanks, Y/n. That’s really fucking cool of you.” Steven grinned and massaged his hand against the supple leather seat beneath him. He knew that your offer would, in fact, help him with the Wall Street big wigs that he was constantly trying to nail down contracts with.
Steven was the exact opposite of Mitch in many ways, he was willing to talk about his feelings at the drop of a hat, he was talkative and fidgety and always grinning or laughing. He wasn’t one for long silences. “So did you grow up in the City or like in the suburbs upstate or on Long Island or something?” Steve asked, breaking the long pause between conversations.
Request: Hella yeah bless MY FIRST PETER ONE BuT @rafeadderall ur a gem I lov u [can i request a peter parker x reader where the reader is like super shy and reserved in his class or whatever and then he sees her again but on team cap lol? if u can? love u xoxoxoxox] (Requests are always open guys! Send Em through!)
Prompt: You typically keep to yourself at school, however, you have a secret that no one knows about you. You’re different, Just like Peter Parker was different. You both discover each other’s identity during the epic showdown between Team Ironman and Team Captain America.
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Word Count: 2,902
Spoilers: Na, unless you haven’t seen Civil War then
A/N: Yes so my first Peter Parker Imagine, god bless Spider-Man: Homecoming it was such a great movie!!! This however is based off of Civil War so no spoilers unless you haven’t seen Civil War!
Y/N sat quietly in her seat in the incredibly silent classroom. The only sounds were the ever so subtle scratching sounds of pen on paper as the other kids in the classroom attempted to nail their Spanish quiz. Of course, Y/N and one other student had already finished the quiz in record timing. That other student being Peter Parker. Both the two were in the top five percent of students who excelled well in any given task.
They were also the only two students of the entire school to have secrets. Y/N since she was born was incredibly gifted, gifted with enhanced superhuman abilities and given that she was born with that she was able to hide it, hide it a lot better than Peter could despite him doing a well enough job keeping his Spiderman life a secret. Numerous occasions he was almost caught being Spiderman not just by Y/N but others too, like his friend Ned and Aunt May but somehow he still kept his identity well hidden.
Peter liked Y/N not necessarily in a romantic way, but he appreciated her wits and intellect. He was nice to her but he wouldn’t go as far to say he had a crush on her, sure she was cute and all but it may have been because she was so quiet and to herself that tarnished that idea from Peters mind. Y/N felt mutually the same toward him, appreciating his dedication and smarts.
The two locked eyes while waiting for everyone else to finish, offering each other a smile before averting their attention elsewhere. It wasn’t long until the others finished and the room was no longer silent and the students were off to their next class. Chemistry. Today’s Chemistry class was a lot different from the others, this time Mrs Cobwell had assigned projects to the class in pairs.
As luck would have it, both Peter and Y/N were paired and were just as awkward as they were when waving to the other down the hall. Now seated next to each other one would have to initiate conversation eventually seeing as both weren’t extroverted enough for that. Peter gulped and opened his mouth to speak.
Rating/Warnings: General Audiences, mentions of bullying but not too many
Request: “Can you pls do an Ashton or Calum (you can choose) imagine where they’re a nerd and they ask you to prom or a date but you’re driven to reject him because of the people around you but you actually like him? And then you end up standing up against them when you realize that he really does like you and you’re sick and tired of all the judgemental people.”
Summary: It’s prom! Who’s gonna be your date? Would you choose a hot guy at your school or maybe the cute little nerd at your class?
A/N: I’m sooorry for being so late but yeah… life happens all the time lol. I hope you like as much I liked writing it. Anyway, if you enjoyed it please please please please please, like/reblog the post since it’s the only thing the writers can understand whether you liked their work or not. Comments and feedback are always appreciated and I loved reading every single one of them! Enought with the ranting… Happy reading! xx
Summary: You always practice what you want to say to Dean in front of your mirror. You want to tell your feelings about him to him but you always chicken out. What happens when he overhears you?
Author’s Note: So, I have decided that for my Series Rewrite, I will post multiple parts of the same episode since they are a bit lengthy. I will add each part each hour until the end. So between 10am-2pm tomorrow, I will post the first part of the first episode. Then an hour later, I will post the second part to the first episode and so on so forth until the episode is over.
Today, I won’t be posting any background stories because the first episode doesn’t need one. But for next week, it will have one.
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“It’s okay, Y/N, you got this. You’ve only been living with
the man for 8 years now. It’s not like you haven’t imagined how this goes.
He’ll like you back. He flirts with you all the damn time.” You muttered,
pacing in front of your mirror.
You’ve lived with the Winchesters for a long time now and
you’ve fallen in love with the older Winchester. Of course, Sam figured it out
right away but not Dean. He’s been oblivious and every year, you gave yourself
a pep talk to woman up and tell him how you feel.
You would do this in front of your mirror and you would get
to say everything you were feeling but when you saw Dean, you bailed on the
plan and pretended everything was fine when it wasn’t. You’ve even practiced on
Sam and he was always there to encourage you.
But again, you deflated whenever you saw Dean. He was your
biggest weakness and your greatest strength. You’ve always hunted well with him
but you were always used as bait for him. You hated dancing around this subject
but you could never find the courage to say what you had to say.
“Dean Winchester, I am in love with you. No, Y/N, that’ll
scare him off. Ease into it. Okay, Dean Winchester, I’ve known you for 8 years
and in that span of time, I have fallen for you. No, that sounded cringy. Just
say what’s in your heart.” You said to yourself, stopping in front of your
mirror, staring at yourself.
“Dean Winchester, you’re my best friend and I don’t know
what I would do without you. I hunt better when you’re next to me, I’m a better
person when you support me. You make me better. I hope I do the same to you
because I’m in love with you. Yes, I am in love with the way your beautiful
green eyes sparkle when you talk about something you love.
“I am in love with your scent. I can’t get enough of that
leather, motor oil, whiskey, and gun powder smell. I love wearing your shirts
because they smell like you and they make me feel safe. You make me feel safe.
I love the way you care for your friends and family.
“You have such a big heart and I love you for that. I love
your body. I love the way you laugh. I love your voice. I love the crinkles you
get by your eyes when you smile. You age like fine wine. I love how much you
care about me and Sam. I love that you put everyone first.
“You think so low of yourself but you’re anything but. I
want to hold you and kiss you and make you feel better and fix you up when you
get hurt. I want all those things and more. I want a family with you. I want to
wake up to you every morning. I want to marry you because you deserve the world
and I want to give that you.
“I love you, Dean Winchester and I’m not sure you know just
how much.” You sighed when you finished. That is all you wanted to say. That
wasn’t so hard, now was it. Now all you had to do was find Dean and saw those
exact words. You can do this. You got this. Everything will go according to
Summary: As a journalist, you’ve been assigned to interview the actors of Avengers: Infinity War for your first job and on the red carpet you realize someone couldn’t help but stare at you the whole time.
Warning: This story has a slow progression, which means it will be focused more on feelings and character developments, I like to keep my stories detailed and imaginable as much as possible. I used the prons ‘’she’’-‘’her’’ in the story but you can imagine it in every way you like! Thank you!!
“no.” you said, exhaling. “i don’t think i can do this.. or even go there.. i would just.. you know, i would just pass out before i even walk that place.” You explain, faster than you imagined.
You were on your bed and Nathalie was on a chair in your room, you two left the department to prepare for the.. interview. You took a deep breath again. Oh god.
“Nooo, you’re doing just fine. You’re just excited because how sudden this was.” Nathalie smiled, she came with you to help you out.. and to ‘mentor’ you. “And I’ve seen your interview project with your teacher. It was nice!” she explained, giving you a thumbs up.
“That took 8 recordings for me to get the questions right.” You replied, nervously. She paused for a bit, “Yeah we might need to work on that.”
“But what if i mess it up? Get the questions wrong or say something awkward.. and mess all up? Because you know how awkward I can get.. and oh- what if there is a silence, like a long awkward silence and me panick-” your words were cut by Nathalie’s words and giggles.
“Dear, you’re thinking way too much. But it’s okay!’’ she smiled quickly, “We’ve all been there. I’ve been there.”
Nathalie then got up and started choosing a dress in your wardrobe. “For example, you were a fan of those Marvel movies.. right?” She asks, and you slowly nod. “Let’s say you’re watching an interview, and when you look at the comments, is it usually about that actor being so funny and charming or is it about the interviewer asking great questions?” she asks, making an “It’s an obvious question.” face.
“The first one?” you suggest, while she nods. “Unless..” you start and she finishes your sentence,
“Unless you ask unrelated questions or if you’re rude.. and dear you’re so far from being rude.” She smiles, making you smile. You didn’t know how to thank her.
“And you’re worried about ruining the interview? Do it! Why do you think we have editors? We’ll choose the best parts, add a cheerful song and cut the awkward silence, and voilà you have the best interview!” she explains, smiling widely, “…and you messed it up so much that even editors can’t do anything? Then we’ll use photos and write an article by..’’ she pauses “Making the story a little bit more exciting.”
She waits, “it’s all win for us, and the actors will actually like it if you’re a little awkward. That means you’re sincere.. and it might be your first interview.. but god knows how many interviews they’ve had.. they will help you out.” She says, completely boosting your confidence and leaving you out of words. “Wow.. Than-”
“This is not going to work.” Nathalie says, cutting your words, “You only have sweaters, hoodies and t-shirts.. and a dress from middle school. We need to buy you a dress.” Uh. oh.
Shortly after Nathalie texted someone, you were in a car driving to the downtown and talking about how interviews worked. You were going to walk on the red carpet. On an actual. Red. Carpet. You could also choose who you were going to interview but Nathalie suggested to pick the ones that weren’t as busy. And only seven minutes, that’s all you had for today’s interview.
You learned that the company actually paid for your clothing. At the entrance of the huge boutique, you’ve recognized.. a face?
“El?” you asked, remembering the person from the department.
“Oh, you already know my name, i’m flattered.” El says, attempting to shake your hand, “But I prefer Ellie.” She introduces while you shake her hand. “Oh i’m sorry!” you apologize smiling, “And I’m Y/N.” You smile again, “it’s a pleasure.”
Turns out Nathalie messaged her, she had some free time before the dinner night started and was willing to help you out on choosing a dress.
You all get a drink and turns out that El- Ellie is actually really cool. After an hour, she finds you this gorgeous baby blue gown dress that is as well as really expensive. You shouldn’t be wearing this. But Nathalie just shrugs and tells you that it’s okay and pats your shoulder and now all three of you are in your room again. Why was this evening going so fast?
Ellie takes the responsibility to do your make-up. Though she ends up finishing it less than 15 minutes. She chooses to go for a natural look with a slightly pinkish lipstick. Then Nathalie helps your hair.. and finally.. the dress. And..
You look at yourself, and you take a second. “Wow,” you say, “This.. This looks too much.” You smile, looking at your dress that goes over the floor.
“You look like you are the actress that is going to be interviewed.” Ellie says, giggling and smiling like a proud mother. “Exactly.” You confirm, “Am i even allowed to do that?” you asked, smiling back.
Nathalie quickly replies, “Of course you are! It will be fun since no one knows who you are and maybe they could think you are actually an actress who plays a side character!” She laughs and mentions about a story how a similar thing happened to Ellie and you all share a laugh together.
You smile. That would be.. unbelievable. aand great, your eyes started tearing up. “My make up.” You manage to mumble.
“Don’t worry honey, you don’t even have that much of makeup on you. You’ll be fine.” Nathalie says
You leave Ellie to the location of the dinner in Nathalie’s car. And a silent road with Nathalie passes, you feel like you can actually hear your heartbeats below the music coming from the radio.
You enter this huge building with colorful lights and decorations, and it suddenly hits. All those shopping, practices, questions.. and everything.. This was probably the best day of your life.
“What is it like to be on the red carpet?” You ask, calmer than you thought while looking at all these decorations and shining colors. “It’s magnificent,” Nathalie admits, while she slows down to give the red carpet passage. She then drives to the red carpet gate. “and magical.. you feel like you are part of something so beautiful.” She answers, smiling.
“I want to thank you.. and to Ellie.” You say, finally having the courage to say these, realizing there is a voice of a crowd coming from a distance, and that you are almost there, at the entrance.
“I will try my bes- no. I will do my best. All of you were so supportive and I was-am so lucky. I don’t wanna let you down. I will..” you pause, looking at her, realizing you were there. In front of the door.
“I will make you proud.” You said, trying to give your best smile ever. Nathalie holds your hands, “No.” She says, “Don’t do this for us. Do it for yourself. This is your night. So go out there, and make yourself proud.” She cheered, “..don’t even think about us for a bit.” She smiles, pulling you into a tight hug.
And you couldn’t say anything. Because you knew that if you did, that you would end up crying like a baby. Instead, you just nodded.
You don’t want to break the hug, but you know you will have to. You hug tighter one last time and let go of her, you nod again, smiling. “I’m going.” You say while you lean for the door.
“Oh and..” Nathalie says as you look at her. “Yes?” you ask.
“Smile a lot.. and get ready for extremely bright flashlights..”
“.. and you look stunning.” She says.
and you step out.
Thanks for the support of my first chapter! It was really wonderful. Also, i wrote this in one day, and i’ve never edited a chapter this much before. Because there were too many details and I didn’t want to make you all bored so I’ve skipped a ton of scenes and it worked out really! Now we can go through the actual thing! Yay!
There’s only one more request after this one, and all the Logan requests I’ve written are finished! Of all the characters I’ve written for, I’m pretty sure that he’s my favorite.. Requests are open
Requested by @lokigoddess : Logan, Laura and Xavier are running away and they find a house and decide to knock on the door cause they are hungry, tired and cold. When the person answers… surprise… the owner is someone Logan knows very well (like they had a thing in the past) She is in shock when she sees him so defeated and attempts to do everything possible to help him even if doesn’t want it at first.
If I end up getting the amount of activity for a part 2… this will end up being a multi chapter fic! This takes place before the Munsons.