stabbing pain

Rick doesn’t remember anything.

He doesn’t–

There’s a thick, rushing sound of water, distant against the numbing, ringing buzz in his ears. An electric pain suddenly splinters through him, his body curling in on himself with a white hot intensity, the mesh of artificial mechanisms and living flesh clashing like a lightning strike, He gasps through his clenched teeth, jaw straining, eyes welling with tears against the severity of it all, and he’s suddenly well aware that the supposedly distant sound of water wasn’t so distant after all.

He’s laying back against a sickly, slimy stream of green-brown water. The pain slips gradually from his body and he sucks in a gasping breath as his limbs relax in the surge of water that he quickly realizes is a mixture of sewage and miscellaneous slop.

A snarl wrenches out of him, a guttural roar as he attempts to heave himself out of the sewage, its putrid, rotting smell wafting around him thick enough to glaze his eyes.

Another stab of pain slices through his arm, luckily only lasting a moment, but the spark that bounces from the gaping wound briefly illuminates the near-pitch black tunnel.

Massive concrete walls seems to travel endlessly from either side, the rush of sewage the only sound in the underground prison.

Rick grits his teeth, clutching his arm, and he weakly, randomly chooses a direction, hoping to find some sort of exit.

You motherfucker. You can’t dispose of me.

I believe that hell lives inside people,
it’s the stabbing,
excruciating pain in your chest
that refuses to leave,
The darkness that consumes your every waking moment,
The memories of a haunted past,
following you around everywhere you go
—  charleigh aleyna.
Look, we need to talk about this Ok

This wasn’t some happy go luck episode, this wasn’t the sweet cool Starco episode everyone is trying to make it out to be or whatever. This was intense. This kid as been traveling and fighting for 16 years.

Marco traveled to every single dimension,(without sicors), He faced hundreds of monsters, he learned amazing things. He blew out every single flame of every single clone

Marco grew up guys. he grew UP. He built a life for himself. he lived for 16 years alone in the roughness of uncivilisation, with only himself to look out for. Constiantly tracking down clone after clone after clone.  He becomes a warior.

And yet, when he arrives at her doorstep, he doesn’t  attack her, and she doesn’t attack him. Infact, when he arrives, she’s already forming his scissors

She’s content, She’s plaesed. She has accept his work, and delcared  him worthy of the responiblility of having dimensional siccors. 

And marco has a similar reaction as well, he doesn’t immedetly take the scissors, doesn’t blow out her light as soon as possible. No, he sits down, gets comfy. he relaxs and tells his tales to her.

“you barley escaped me on the exploding flames of endor. And when I lost your trail in the mist of the never zone, I thought I’d never find you.”

They know eachother. This isn’t the first time he’s seen her. The REAL her since their first encounter when he was fourteen. They’e meet before, they’ve battled, and ran and talked formed an odd frenship out of their bond.

And then He rises to blows out her flame, and she lets him. She stands there, content as he softley, blows it out

“Not bad for a human. I underestmated you.”

And then, Star bust in….

And of cousre, Marco is happy to see her. He hasn’t seen her in over, and I’ll say it again, 16 years (reminder, normal people go to school for 12 years! First grade to senior. Marco has been working for those things, longs than the normal person goes to school.)

Now, I’m not here to go through this episode slide by slide, so lets move on. Marco finds out he’s only been gone from earth for 8 minutes, he get annoyed, ut then Star encourages him to come back home with her, so that everything can go back to normal.

Here’s the thing guys. Marco has spent the last 16 years matureing, fighting, living, He’s been spending the last 16 years BUILDING A LIFE. he doesn’t want to go back. he likes his life.

He likes the adventure, his sword and his dragon-motercikle pet thingy. The likes the life he’s build for himself here.

And this scares her. She pleads with him. BEGS him even. “But, what about your parents, your freinds….Me?” Star puts Marco in a position where he has to pick between his life, what he likes and her.

And here’s where this show gets really deep. he looks at his pet.

Guys you can feel that stabbing pain in your heart right? Right?  Oh man and then he looks at Hekapoo. This girl he’s chased for 16 years. 

“Don’t look at me, those siccors are yours now…you can come back here, anytime you want.”

So he makes his decision

But before he goes, he bids them goodbye. He asks Hekapoo to look after his pet. His one compainion on the road. And she agrees. 

Then he turns to her. Like when he entered, he greets her like an old freind, because that’s who she is. She’s not someone he resents, She’s some one he trusts. Someone he has faith in and who he know he can depend on.


I mean, I’m sorry, but have you SEEN the way they’ve been looking at eachother this entire time? Their eyes, relaxed, smiles oh so small.Serriously, go back through the pictures I have here. you’ll see what I meant Mabye I’m crazy, but it almost seems like they’re in love. 

ha hah hah just kidding…sort of.

 Back to buisness.

Look at this. This is her thing. She’s been doing this to him since they first meet. It’s a way she “shows [her] affection” in the words of Toph

It’s what she does. He has something simillar to that as well

“Later H-poo.”

“Don’t call me that!”

They know eachother. They’ve know eachother for 16 years. They’ve been teasing eachother all that time while he’s been chasing her and she’s been slipping through his fingers. I don’t know about you, but that sounds like some wicked love story. 

But it’s not, because she’s some, immotal being and he’s a human and he’s ment to be with Star…That’s fine. I get that but still!

I meanserriously, when Hekapoo  creates siccors, she makes them individually for the owner, and look at marco’s

The blade’s are thick, and kind of resemble a sword, given how that’s the wepon he’s been using all this time, and it’s part of his pasword..but look at the that little flame where the blade conects to the handle? Doesn’t that look like her flame crown?

no, actually, it doesn’t. But it DOES  look like her clone’s crowns. The clone’s he’s been chassing and fighting al these years. She placed a bit of herself in his siscores because she was that important to him. (or at least she was important to his mission)




Ok, Ok, Ok….now here’s 

The most important stuff. 

Marco is back in his 14 year old body. He’s back on earth’s time line, and Star thinks its all fine and dandy…but it’s not.

Marco isn’t the same guys. He’s been gone for 16 years. He’s 30 years old mentally. Watch as he takes in his room, observing it like some alein place.

And he walks over to his computer, almost scared to touch it. These last few years, Marco’s probablby survied off of whatever he could kill or make with his own two hands. This kind of advancement…it might make him feel uncomftorble, like he’s cheating at life. 

“Password..? I don’t remember my password.”

For last 16 years, Marco has  probabbly been sleepin gon rocks, on the ground in caves. watch how catius he is lowering himself onto his bed. After two years, most soilders in the army can’t handle sleeping on beds because they’re “too soft” Imagine how marco feels. I mean, his sandwitch is still warm, as if none of his life had ever happened

This isn’t some crazy Narnia junk where Pete, Edwin, Lucy and Susan half forget what their life was like in narnia when they de-age after walking through the wardrobe. Where they go back to being kids mentally as well, as though their entire adventure was a dream.


Marco remembers it all. And this is HUGE. The show brodened on that. they showefd how uncomftorble he looked as he stood in his room all alone, because it was essential to show the effects that were left on him. 

This isn’t some happy Starco episode. this isn’t some cool ‘lets drool over adult marco’ episode either. This is some dark, bittersweet life. And you guys need to stop trying to weasle out of these facts.

By Heart [ I ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst / Some Fluff

Length: 4.4k

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader

Summary: Getting over him was the most impossible thing in the world because part of you couldn’t believe it was really over.

Part Two: x Part Three: x Part Four: x

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

The hardest part about giving someone else your heart, is that it then belongs to them. Even if things end, they will forever own a piece of you. A piece of the most important part of you, no less. It’s a piece of yourself that you can never get back, not really, not fully.

Six months. One hundred eighty two days. Four thousand three hundred sixty eight hours. That was how long it had been since you felt whole.

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Nice to Meet You

Summary: An Sam x reader a/b/o fic. The reader moves to a new town and changes careers, but those aren’t the only major life changes she’s faced with. (An AU where both Sam and the reader work at a high school.)

Warning: a/b/o dynamics, knotting and claiming, smut

Word Count: 5,000ish

A/N: I had fun writing his one. Hope y’all enjoy it, too! Feedback appreciated!! XOXO

Originally posted by samwinchesterappreciation

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Okay but imagine a scene where Adam and Ronan are hanging out just the two of them and they’re just walking around with no destination in mind. The wind is blowing really strong and something gets into Ronan’s eye and he’s like “Fuck!” and tries to get it out but Adam slaps his hand away with “Stop. Let me.” and comes really close to look into Ronan’s eye and softly blows in it to get the thing out. And then they’re just standing there, looking into each other’s eyes and in that minute everything else stops existing for them. And then Ronan breaks the silence with his usual “Fucking Parrish!” and pulls Adam closer to him and they start kissing as if they’ve never kissed before until they need to catch their breath. And after that they just start laughing and oh god they’re so in love I’m weak.

Y'all. Imagine Bruce going back through the records at Gotham General (or maybe one of the smaller hospitals) on the batcomputer to find newborn photos. Imagine him finding Jason and/or Tim’s baby photos. Imagine him smiling and blinking back a couple tears. Imagine Damian quietly burying a slight stab of pain because he doesn’t have one to be found.

Mrs Fluffybottom

Prompt:  omg bruh. Imagine Prinxiety where Virgil wants to make something for Roman, but gets super self conscious about it cause Roman’s CREATIVITY for petes sake, and of course it’ll look dumb in comparison to what Roman can make.  OH this is kinda sad but what if something accidentally happened to Ms. Fluffybottom and Roman is devastated, so Verge tries to stitch him a stuffed bunny? X’D ~ @this-is-ske

Pairing: Prinxiety (platonic or romantic)

General Taglist: @thebeautyofthomas @frustratedwaffle @killerfangirl3 @pippa-frost @extreme-doodles @fandomsofrandom @here-to-vent @i-prayed-to-you-cas @pro-fangirls-unsocial-life

cw: Self-loathing, negative self-talk, vivid imagery of a destroyed doll, cursing, headaches, mostly fluff

The absolute worst part about the whole mess was that Princey hadn’t even been angry

Anger, Virgil could’ve handled. If Roman had yelled, or raged at him, or otherwise reacted in the way Virgil had feared, he would at least have been expecting it. It would have made sense. Especially after all the pomp and circumstance with which he’d loaned the doll to Virgil in the first place–and the solemn promise he’d extracted from Virgil to take care good of her. 

Not that he’d done it on purpose, of course. He was just…Anxiety. Ruining things was what he did

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Delta (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Pt. 7  A/B/O

A/N: ALRIGHTY YALL! This one gets a lil wild!  😭 But it was super fun to write! I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤️ By the way, I added in a hidden Marvel character, let’s see if you guys can find them! (;

Warnings: Angst. Swearing. Sex. Violence. NSFW.

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Lance is a Boy #3

There wasn’t much to be said about Lance that was abnormal or out of the ordinary, at least for 3 weeks. You see, as a 17 year old boy you don’t exactly plan to fly into space in a giant blue lion, never to return home. You don’t exactly pack heavy for a one night adventure to go and see what’s up with a crashed alien ship.
You don’t pack clothes.
You don’t pack food
You don’t pack bathroom necessities.
Which means…
“Oh fuck.” A stabbing pain attacked Lance at approximately 3 o'clock in the morning. His hands flew to his gut and he winced. “Fuck fuck fuck!” He hissed under his breath, a chain of curses followed, though he wasn’t sure if it was out loud or in his head. “No no no no no” almost as soon as he realized what was happening he was in the bathroom with his boxers down and blood covering his inner thighs. “FUCK.” He thought he’d cry, he really did, but his face stayed dry and he got progressively angrier. It was a dry anger, a “I hate everything that’s ever been near me and whatever god cursed me with periods.” Instead of a wet anger like “I don’t have any cookies to cope and my parents are billions of miles away” and suddenly the tears came, but only with the thought, the sudden realization that he didn’t have anything to stop the bleeding with.
He was standing in the bathroom with only a shirt on, he had booked it down the hallway, thanking the stars that his bedroom was closest to the bathroom out of all the paladins. There was a moment of hesitation before he made a decision. He cleaned up and booked it back to his room with a roll of toilet paper. Throwing pants and tighter underwear on he stuffed toilet paper into his briefs. “Well I mean at least I don’t have to pack if I’m stuffing toilet paper in my crotch.” He tried to laugh at himself, he tried desperately to laugh at his joke but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He sat awake that night, not even considering sleep, every time he felt any cramp, any time he moved, every single change and he looked down with an uneasy frown. It was one of the longest nights of his life and when morning rolled around he tried not to get up and search for allura before she was awake or before Lances usual awake time.
He walked out of his room around 7:30, about a half an hour earlier than usual but if anyone asked he’d blame it on a bad sleep. Allura was in the main piloting room with Shiro, as usual she was doing the morning check up on the castle, chatting with the Black paladin. The synthetic light hummed with a light orange, the colour that reminded him of daybreak. “G-Good morning Allura.” She jumped slightly, not used to morning visits, especially from Lance.
“Oh! Lance! You’re up early.” She noted lightly.
“Good morning Lance.” Shiro smiled at him and Lance walked over to them both, leaning against the panel that Allura was working on and Shiro was standing next to.
“Um I have… I kind of have a small… uh…question.” Lance avoided eye contact and put his hand over his face so Allura couldn’t see her- him, couldn’t see him. Lance kept trying desperately to remind himself that he was, in fact, a boy.
“Oh? What is it?” Lance uncovered his eyes to see Allura had paused what she was doing to look at him, Shiros curiosity peeked as well.
“Do alteans, you know…” he sighed, deciding to spit it out instead of beating around the bush. “Do alteans get periods?” The bluntness looked like a physical push at allura. She leaned back in surprise. Shiros jaw physically dropped, but he caught it quick enough.
“Well I- um you see we really-”
“Lance that’s not the kind of thing you just… ask someone.” Shiro cut in, his dad mode flicked on and a stern look in his eye.
“N-No shiro I didn’t mean it to sound!-” Lance clinged desperately to justification.
“Lance I said that’s enough.” Lance scowled back as shiros brow furrowed and allura stood there, usually opinionated she allowed shiro to continue.
“Please I need to know!” Lance spat back at shiro, he too was surprised by Lances words and pulled back as if he’d been struck, much like Allura had. “Please just-”
“Lance!” Shiro spat back at him, his soothing voice turned harsh. “It’s a personal question AND none of your business! You didn’t just go around on earth asking girls these questions did you? No. You didnt. And besides that how do you think you’d feel if you were female and had to go through these issues?” Lance stood there, taking in every word shiro said as if each syllable were a thousand daggers. “I think you need to go and cool down, Lance, come back when you’re ready to apologize, or you can say you’ve experienced these issues and are a girl, you’re not a girl, are you Lance?” Lance backed up and looked at Shiro in shock.
“N-No! Of course not! I’m not a girl! I’m a boy!” He felt his chest tighten, “a boy I’m a boy! Lance is a Boy!” He started repeating this to himself more than anyone else before looking to allura, snapping back into the present, she was confused and he looked to her and sighed, turning to leave.
“That was a little harsh, it WAS just a question.” Allura soothed Shiro who still fumed.
“It’s just.” He sighed, cooling into dad mode “he doesn’t have any respect for women, he always flirts with them mercilessly and I just think that this crossed the line.” His hand went up to massage his temples.
“Hm, maybe so, maybe he needed to hear it…”
Hunk. Gotta find Hunk, gotta find Hunk, Hunk knows, Hunk can help. Almost as soon as he left the Piloting area he started bolting around the castle looking for hunk, the only human who he told after coming out. His best friend. He veered around a corner and clashed with Hunk instantly. “WOAH!” They were on the floor and right as hunk was about to sit up he was pushed down again by Lance wrapping his arms around his neck in an enormous hug. His shoulders scrunched up and his head buried in hunks chest. “L-Lance?” Hunk was wary, Lance didn’t cry often, something must’ve happened, that’s when He noticed. Hunk squeezed tighter, in a comforting way. “Shh it’s ok.” His fingers ran through Lances short brown hair. “Shark week?” Lance weakly nodded his head and Hunk nodded in confirmation of what he already knew from a small red stain on Lances groin.
God knows how long it had been when Hunk was sure Lance was asleep and Allura and Shiro rounded the opposite corner Lance had come from, there was quiet conversation between them and he heard Lances name mentioned. It took a couple seconds but Shiro looked down the corridor and took off “Hunk?!” He was by Hunks side in a second with Allura. “What happened? Is Lance ok?!” Hunk grasped at any thought to come up with so he didn’t out Lance.
“I don’t know it must’ve been 40 minutes ago he was bolting around and ran into me crying, eventually I calmed him down but I didn’t hear why he was crying.” Hunk lied as best he could.
Shiros gut dropped and he groaned, he made Lance cry, what did he say? He was just defending Allura. At that second he noticed something and felt like a complete asshole. “Here let me carry him to his room.”
Hunk noticed shiros realization and denied Him this, continuing to not move “we’re fine right here thank you.” He was abrupt and Shiro looked like he was going to argue but decided that if Lance woke up to find Shiro carrying him it would end in an argument.
“I don’t understand is he ok?” Allura chimed in, innocently.
“He’s perfectly fine, I’ve got it covered.” Hunk glared at Shiro and they walked off, The black Paladin glancing over his shoulder just in time to catch the yellow paladins look.

…to be continued…
A Walking Cliché

Request: “could you do a peter smut where the reader was at his apartment for some reason (shit man idk why) and he comes home all beat up and she finds out about him being spiderman and she cleans him up an reassures him she won’t tell anyone and it leads to smut??? this was really long and all over the place so im sorry but i think it’d be cute?”

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: SMUT!!! DADDY KINK PETER BC OFC HE’D WANT TO BE DOMINANT THAT COCKY IMPATIENT BASTARD!!! Oh dear God I am going to Hell. Like this is 18+ stuff kids, you’ve been warned

Under the cover of night, everything was black. His suit was stained black, his hands coming back black after touching the stinging wound on his chest. The trail he left was black, readily soaking into the ground to be red come morning light. Peter’s breathing was shallow as he hoisted himself up the side of his apartment block, preferring the pain over accidentally waking his Aunt. Each excruciating clamber ached as his muscles weakened away to the dull throb of pain, which explained why the shadow lurking in his room didn’t tickle his spidey senses the moment he dropped onto his carpeted floor.

With the flick of your finger, light blared in Peter’s eyes, his bloodied hand coming up to shield his face. Blood poured through his fingertips, dropping onto the cream floor, staining the carpet with crimson spots. You fell to your knees, a look of both concern and anger lacing your features.

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Loving you was very easy.
Letting you go is also not that hard.
Discover myself again after you’re gone is a heart stabbing, relentless pain.
—  Ayutenaan
Sick Days

Request: hey love!! ❤❤if you’re taking requests at the moment, I would love to read about a reader + harry having a sick day at home together ❤❤ hecka fluff and whatnot, I’ve read your other things and they’re all lovely!! thanks a million ❤❤

 — AFGJFHGL aww thank you <333

Warnings; mentions of throwing up / icky bodily functions in time of sickness, innocent shower together

Notes: I feel like this was kind of ass but I triggered myself writing because imagine having Harry by your side when you’re sick !!! He would be so cute I can’t.

“Harold Edward Styles!” Your voice boomed through your silent home as you slammed the front door open, angrily stomping up towards your shared bedroom where Harry miserably lay with a cold.

“Yes, love?” He responds groggily, turning over in bed to face your figure standing in the middle of the doorway.

“You got me sick!” You groan while dropping yourself onto the bed beside him. “I was on my way to work and I started feeling nauseous which ended up with me pulling over on the side of the road and throwing up!”

“Did you call in sick?” Harry asks, bringing up a warm hand to caress yours. Instead of speaking, you simply shook your head up and down, no longer wanting to fight back the pain in your throat when you spoke. “’M sorry I got you sick.”

“Babe, give me a kiss! Cuddle with me!” You mocked in a deep British accent, copying his exact words from the past two nights. You instantly regretted the voice, internally withering at the sharp pain stabbing the back of your throat. Harry let out a low rumble of a laugh from his chest which ended up leaving him in a coughing fit.

You pushed yourself off the bed and strutted over to your dresser, picking out an oversized shirt from Harry and disappearing into the bathroom where you changed and brushed your teeth.

“Do you want tea?” You question Harry as you pass by the bed.

“Please,” he mumbles.

You padded down to the kitchen and set up the kettle on the stove. Walking over to the cupboards, you pulled out two tea bags of lemon verbena tea, mentally reminding yourself that it was one of the best options for having a cold. Once the kettle whistled and you poured the boiling water into the cups along with the tea bags, you returned to the bedroom with the hot remedies.

“Thank you, Y/N,” Harry whispers with a small smile as he takes the tea cup from you with steady hands. “Y'know, lying in bed all day ’s not all bad.”

You happily agreed, now that you were snuggled in between your blankets with a warm cup of tea in your hands and your lover by your side. The TV was turned on and playing re-runs of programs from the house channels, specifically house renovations.

When Harry had finished his tea, he lied back down, this time with his head in your lap and his hands gripping either side of your thighs, his eyes still trained on the TV.

“If I spill my tea on you, it’s not my fault,” you warn with a large frown, gripping your tea cup tightly as you thought of accidentally spilling the hot liquid all over your boyfriend.

“I probably won’t feel it, my body is numb,” Harry answers back, a small moan of discomfort leaving his lips right after. You let out a quiet ‘aww’ and placed your tea on the bedside table, freeing your hands so you could run them through his matted curls. His hand wrapped around your wrist, tugging down to give you a hint that he wanted you to lie down next to him. You happily obliged, lowering yourself down from your sitting position until you were face to face with him.

“Since we’re both sick, can I kiss you?” He questions with a cheeky smile.

“This was your plan all along wasn’t it? Sneaky, little-” Harry’s lips collided with yours, cutting you off from your accusation. You instantly kissed him back, sliding one of your hands behind him and gripped the hair on the nape of his neck. His arms encircled around your waist, desperately pulling your body towards him as he brought the two of you impossibly close. Eventually, your body ended up completely on top of his, your lips still locked together and your legs entangled with one another.

When you finally pulled away with a sharp inhale of air, you looked down at the blushing man underneath you, his swollen lips displaying a toothy smile.

“Are you comfortable like this?” You ask, fingering one of the ringlets on his forehead.

“Very,” Harry whispers, letting one of his hands find its way in your hair. You sighed contently and rested your head in the crook of his neck where you both slipped into a much-needed nap.

You awoke four hours later, slobber spilling from your mouth onto Harry’s bare chest, the back of your shirt clinging to the sweat on your body due to the immense heat that made the room feel like an oven. You quickly ripped yourself away from Harry and used the sheet to wipe off your saliva sitting on one of the birds tattooed on him. The rush from getting up too fast suddenly hit you and before you knew it you were dashing over to the bathroom and doubling over the toilet. As you emptied out your guts into the toilet, you felt a hand grab a fistful of your hair while another soothingly rubbed your back

Harry felt guilty as he watched your face contort in pain every time your stomach urged you to throw up or your head throbbed every few seconds. He knew it was his fault that you were in this current horrible position and he never intended to get you sick, but he couldn’t resist you even if he tried. Although he still felt sick himself, he was coming off it and mentally promised himself that he would take care of you like you had for him in the last few days.

“'Ma set up the shower for you, love,” Harry whispered to you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head once you were sure you finished vomiting. He helped you to your feet and flushed the toilet, guiding you over to the sink where your toothbrush waited for you. Harry had gone ahead and started the shower, putting the temperature at a less than lukewarm setting that allowed you cool off from your already heated state.

“Harry,” You called as he was about to exit the bathroom. “Can you take one with me?”

Harry’s dimples poked through his cheeks as he gave you a closed smile, nodding his head in agreement as he shuffled toward you to help you take off the shirt you had no energy to peel off your body.

Once you were both unclothed, Harry stepped into the shower first and adjusted the water a little bit until he was convinced it was the right temperature for you. You shivered slightly as the cold water droplets slapped against your back but after a few seconds it felt relieving.

You found your way into Harry’s embrace, his arms resting on your lower back while you had your palms pressed up against the middle of his back. A sigh of tranquility left your lips as the water began to soothe every of your aching joints and washed away all of the grime and sweat built up on your skin.

Harry had taken the liberty of lathering up your hair in your favorite shampoo, the aroma of it and the way his skilled hands worked against your scalp almost made you forget you had a pounding headache. After a good forty-five minutes of standing under the showerhead, using the cold water as an excuse to be in each other’s arms, the both of you finally stepped out into the now fresh bathroom. You silently thanked Harry for opening up the windows and letting the crisp night air flow into your hellfire bedroom.

“Can we go back to sleep?” You asked Harry once the both of you had finished changing. You pressed your chin on his chest and looked up at him, getting a full view up his nostrils.

“'F course, babe,” He smiles, tapping the tip of your nose with his index finger. Harry bent down and tucked one of his hands behind your knees and let the other rest on your back where he literally swept you off your feet and carried you into the bedroom before dropping you onto the bed. Harry slipped in beside you, his hands instantly reaching out to put them somewhere on you where you wouldn’t get too hot but also wouldn’t let you get too cold.

“Thanks for taking care of me, H,” You mumbled groggily, peering up at Harry’s glistening green eyes.

“I’m only returning the favor,” He shrugs. “But also because I love you.”

With all the power you had left in you, you leaned up and pressed a soft kiss on his forehead, letting your lips linger for a bit before placing another one on his.

“Better be ready to take care of me again tomorrow since I’ll most likely feel ten times worse,” You grin sarcastically, your head falling against your pillow in defeat.

“Mm, always,” Harry laughs softly.

I don’t want to be another one night stand... (Not a request)

Note: College AU (no powers), Smut, +18, blow job, protected sex, vaginal fingering, fluff, sadness, Bucky is a playboy at first.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader; Side Steve x Tony 

Words: 5260

There was a long thump noise followed by moans as (Y/N) typed away her report while an angered sigh passes through her lips. On the other side of the wall was her roommate James, or Bucky to his friends having sex with another unknown woman of the week. He did this a lot and it was starting ticking (Y/N) off with no understanding as to why this was happening. She was starting to regret agreeing to becoming his roommate considering they had been best friends since before grade school. (Y/N) was trying to finish her report, just needing one more paragraph and this would be down and that’s when the thumping was continuous.

(Y/N)’s eye twitched when suddenly it stopped as she sighed in relief before quickly typing the last paragraph. She let out a noise of happiness that the report was over when she got up to grab a snack from the fridge. That’s when a red haired girl, Natasha?, came out of the room smiling with her hair a mess before she looked to (Y/N). “I borrowed some of your clothes. He said you wouldn’t mind.” Natasha smiles before walking out as (Y/N) stood there with an angered expression on her face when Bucky strutted out of the bedroom in only black boxers. “You look angry? What’s wrong?” Bucky asked opening the fridge as he grabs a bottle of water.

“I am very angry. No. Scratch that. I’m pissed off.” She huffed crossing her arms when he quirked an eyebrow. “Why?” He asked. “You gave another girl some of my clothes, and I had a report due. Do you know how hard it is to concentrate with some woman moaning constantly?” She asked glaring at him. “Well Sorry that I’m good at what I do?” He offered as she covered her face letting out a frustrated groan. “You never hear what I say anymore James.” She hissed placing her hands onto her hips. “Awe come on, Natasha will give them back.” He shrugged casually. She wanted so desperately to scream ‘That’s not the point’ to him, but immediately bit her tongue to stop herself.

“Forget I said anything.” She sighed running her fingers through her hair before she walked back to her own room without another word. She wasn’t hungry anymore, too worked up over the whole thing going on with Bucky. It sucked. When Bucky asked her to move in with him she thought he meant that he wanted to be with her, finding out the hard way that night when she heard Bucky with some woman named Peggy. (Y/N) sat with her knees pulled to her chest, wanting to move out has been plaguing her mind since she moved it. Yet she had nowhere else to go, her job wasn’t stable enough to get an apartment on her own, especially not one this close to her school.

She sighed before laying down in bed trying to sleep, but she couldn’t. Her mind was racing with Bucky always being with other women all the time. They say he’s practically fucked every single girl he’s talked to… except (Y/N) and it hurt. Not that she wanted to just be a one night stand for him. She just worried maybe she wasn’t pretty enough for him. There was a blade sinking deeper and deeper into her chest and she couldn’t breathe. Her eyes fluttered shut as she yanked the cover over her face, burying her face into her pillow she let out a sob. Her heart hurt so much yet tomorrow when she’d look at Bucky she’d be that happy go lucky girl once more.

In the morning (Y/N) stood making breakfast, Bucky had another ‘friend’ over and was just finished when Bucky stepped out. “Something smells good.” He said grinning while the young female slipped out as (Y/N) froze for a moment. It was Maria, her best friend she made other than Bucky and Steve. Maria knew about (Y/N)’s love for Bucky and she went behind her back while crushing her like this. “Yeah.” (Y/N) said in a monotoned voice before pointing to the plate of pancakes and bacon. “I have to go to school early.” She said shutting off the stove when she felt his hand on her hips. “You work too hard. Maybe you need a little stress relief~” He flirted.

Without meaning to she slapped his hands away. “I don’t care whoever you decide to fuck, but I’m not going to be on that list.” She spat as his eyes widened before he held his hands up. “Hey are you okay? I was just kidding.” He said chuckling as that pain from last night grew larger. She turned away before immediately grabbing her book bag as she ran out the door. She couldn’t cry, wouldn’t cry over this. He was a free man, but to toy with her emotions like that hurt worse than him admitting he didn’t like her. At least then she could pick up the pieces of her heart without it being as much of a problem. She shook that feeling off as she walked into class.

She quickly went over to her cooking station right beside her other best friend Steve. Now Steve was a good man, well mannered, everything a girl could want in a man. Sadly he was taken, and taken by Tony Stark. Yes, he was gay. The little punk. “Hey.” She smiles softly. “Hey, you okay? You look a little off.” He said quirking an eyebrow. “Yeah, just a tough morning.” She said waving it off. “Bucky?” He asked. “Bucky.” She confirmed. That was the nice thing about having Steve as a friend, he understood what you meant just by saying a few words or nothing at all. “Being an ass?” He asked as she let out a chuckle. “As always.” She said as he chuckles too.

“How about you join Tony and me for lunch after class? It’ll help you get away from Buck for a few hours.” He suggested as she thought for a moment. “Yeah, I’d like that.” She said smiling softly as he smiles back before the teacher cleared her throat. “Let us begin today’s lesson my little chefs!” She exclaims happily as everyone looked to her. (Y/N) had shut her mind off Bucky, off everything that happened for now and focused on what she loved to do the best. Cook. Soon the class was over and she had about two hours free time until her last class for the day. She looked up to see Tony waiting at the door for Steve as she noticed his eyes lit up.

She couldn’t help but feel a little jealous at how happy Steve was, wishing for herself to be in his shoes with someone. She sighed walking off with them as she notices the eyes staring at Steve with such adoration, such passionate, such bliss. There was that stabbing pain again plaguing within her chest making it harder to breathe as she clenched her fists. She couldn’t let Steve down and say she didn’t want to go anymore, because she really wanted to stay away from Bucky. “(Y/N)?” Tony’s voice knocked her out of her thought as she blushes. “S-Sorry, what?” She asked biting her lip. “I asked you where you wanted to go out and eat for a little bit.” He chuckled.

“Ugh anywhere is fine with me.” She said. “Okay nothing too fancy. I’m almost broke here.” She chuckles. “You still have much to learn.” Tony rolled his eyes as he opened the door for them. “What do you mean?” She asked. “Did you honestly think I was going to let you pay for anything?” Tony asked batting his eyes as she rolls hers. “Yes, because you are taking me out.” She counters getting in the back behind Steve. “That doesn’t mean shit. You aren’t paying.” Tony huffs as Steve looks back nervously. “Tony, stop. If she wants to pay for it you shouldn’t argue with her.” He frowns. “Not paying.” Tony comments as Steve rolls his eyes while Tony gets into the car. “You are hopeless.” (Y/N) resorts as Tony grins. “Thank you.” He chuckles as he pulls out of the school’s parking lot before driving down the road.

(Y/N) enjoyed their company and was dropped off after school. She thanked Tony for the ride before she walked into the apartment while she set down her keys. She frowned noticing that the apartment was very quiet, like too quiet which started to worry her. “James? I’m home.” She called before hearing the shower running and without thinking she opened the door to check on him. Normally he would respond, or something but hearing nothing completely worried her when she froze at the sight she was met with. Bucky was standing there with not a thread of clothing on him as he turned to look at her in shock when she noticed the red mark on his face.

“(Y/N)?” He asked when she immediately went up cupping his face. “What happening to your face?” She asked as his eyes widened even more. “Uh.. The woman I was with liked being a little dominant is all.” He laughs softly. “Oh, Sorry.” She said before she remember that he was still naked before her face lit up as he smirked softly. “I’ll let you alone.” She said immediately running out as she shut the door before going to her room. She screamed into her pillow for a good five minutes before composing herself enough to make dinner for him. She sighed thinking about this morning how harsh she was with her words causing her to bit her lip gently.

She was making chicken stir fry when she heard feet patter into the kitchen as she looked back to see Bucky looking down at the ground. He looked like he was fighting himself when she reached out taking his hand as he jolted before looking at her. “Are you okay?” She asked softly when suddenly he pulled her into a hug as her eyes widened. “Please sleeping with me. We don’t have to do anything. Just please.” He begged against her neck as she froze for a moment. Something told her to say no, but she couldn’t–couldn’t deny Bucky anything even if she wanted to. “Alright James. I’ll sleep with you.” She whispered before almost immediately regretting those words.

“Thank you.” He whispered as she offered him a plate. “Eat. Since you think you can live off Lucky charms.” She huffs as he grins taking the plate. “You could.” He said sitting at the table as she got her own plate. “Yeah for like two weeks you’d either die of a sugar coma, or get tired of eating them.” She laughs before sitting across from him. “You underestimate me.” He said taking a bite of the food as she rolls her eyes. “I’m sure you could go at least two months.” She said as he nods. “That sounds more like it.” He chuckled. “But as long as you are here I don’t have to.” He said as she slowly swallowed some of her chicken she had been eating.

“Right.” She chuckles softly before they ate in silence for a few moments when he decided to change the topic. “You were a little later than usual. What were you up to?” He asked as she shrugged. “Just hanging out with Steve and Tony.” She said smiling. “How are they?” He asked trying to get the conversation going. “They’re okay. Tony is going to give Steve a promise ring soon.” She chuckles softly as he grins. “That’s good. Steve deserves that happiness.” He said as something flashed in his eyes that almost looked like pain. “Yeah, Steve is definitely one in a million.” She laughs it off before she takes their empty plates over to the sink to wash them.

Afterwards (Y/N) got a shower, brushed her teeth and put on her regular night clothes consisting of a big t-shirt and a pair of shorts. She awkwardly stood at Bucky’s door, knowing she’s entered this room countless times but for once it was a different reason. She wanted so badly to return to her room, questioning why she said yes to him when he asked to sleep with him. In the end it was only going to hurt her even more in the end when Bucky looked over to her from his bed. “I won’t bite you unless you ask me to.” He grins as she rolls her eyes before stepping into the room. It felt warm in there, it felt right. She shook off that feeling before she finally was at the edge of the bed as she looked to him.

“Which side?” She asked as he patted the pillow by the wall as she crawled onto the bed before laying down. She faced the wall feeling her entire body heat up at the thought of being in his bed, it smelled like him too. She forced back a squeak when she felt the bed shift as his body body was almost pressed against her own. She could feel her own pulse racing in her chest as she clenched the sheet beneath her, trying to calm down her labored breathing. Her lower lip was worrying in between her teeth when she felt him snake his arm around her waist as he pulled her flushed against his body finally.

She was trying to ignore the thing poking against her thigh as she snapped her eyes shut to think of anything else but with his warm breath on her neck she couldn’t focus. “J-James?” She asked softly but he didn’t reply at first. “Yes?” He asked quietly as she felt his hand run up her hip towards her side. “W-What are you doing?” She asked trying not to have a tremble in her voice. “Just for tonight.” He pleaded as her eyes widened before she immediately shot off the bed when he looked up to her. “Why?” She asked unable to hold back the tears as the trailed down her face when she clenched her fists angrily, wanting to swing and deck him a good one.

“Why what?” Bucky asked afraid he had finally crossed the line as he looks at her. The only light in the room was his small lamp that made her look even more torn apart that she already felt. “Do you like toying with people’s emotions? Do you want to fuck me that badly? Because I’m the only girl you know that you haven’t fucked?” She demanded as Bucky’s eyes softened as he sat up on the bed. “What? No! No (Y/N). I don’t want that.” He said shaking his head. “Then why ask just for tonight?” She sobbed covering her mouth as he stood up from the bed when she backed away from him. “Because, I… I didn’t think you wanted me after everything.” He said softly.

“Are you frickin’ kidding me?” She asked angrily. “I’ve been trying to drop hints! Why do you think I moved in with you so quickly! I thought you wanted me, but you started dating every other girl than me! I thought I wasn’t good enough.” She covered her face when he pulled her hands away. “No, you’ve got it all wrong. You were too good for me. You are perfect (Y/N)… I didn’t deserve that. I still don’t.” He sighed when he let out a small chuckle. “I actually got hit by the woman I was with… because I said your name instead of hers.” He said as (Y/N) looked to him before pulling him into a kiss when he cupped the back of her head immediately kissing back.

“Do you love me?” She asked. “Of course I do.” He whispered when her hand snaked into his hair as she tugs on it. “Say it.” She demands. “I love you.” He gasped softly. “Who do you love? Say my name.” She growled. “I love you (Y/N).” He grunted as she pulled him into another kiss. “That’s right, and that you’ve said it. You can’t play around anymore.” She said when he smiles sliding his hands onto her waist. “Why would I play around when I have what I want right in front of me?” He asked before he pulled her legs up to wrap around his hips as her nails dug into his shoulder while she held onto him. “How about we continue where we left off?” He asked grinning.

He led her over to his bed as he laid her down when he noticed her slightly nervous vibes causing him to frown. “(Y/N), if you aren’t comfortable doing anything right now we can wait. I’ve waited this long what’s a little longer.” He shrugged as pain etched onto her facial features. “But that’s what I’m scared of. What if I make you wait too long and you don’t love me anymore?” She asked as his eyes softened “Whoa whoa, stop right there. Okay, I know I haven’t been doing the best at the moment, but I’m not lying when I said I love you. You are the first and only girl I’ve been in love with.” He said cupping her face gently when she looked at him.

“I want to do this with you James… I’m nervous because you’re someone I’ve loved for so long… I so afraid I’ll just disappoint you, or something–” She was cut off by his lips pressing against her own. “Let’s stop thinking okay? No more bad thought. Tonight is about you and me.” He whispered as she nods softly to him. “Alright good. If there is anything you don’t want to do please stop me.” He said as his hand slowly slid up her leg towards her shirt when he looked into her eyes silently asking for permission. She nods smiling with a look that tells him that she trusts him with this as he removed the material flicked it away to not be seen until at least morning.

“You know you have to be quiet. Wouldn’t want the neighbor’s to hear.” He winks as she rolls her eyes. “Like any of the girls you brought in here were ever quiet.” She said before her breath caught in her throat when his warm hands slid up to cup her breasts as he smirks. “Well that’s different. I’m the only one who gets to hear your beautiful noises from now on.” He counters as her face flushes. “Jealous much?” She asked giggling before gasping as his tongue slowly licks up the column of her throat causing a tingle sensation to arise. Her fingers carded through his hair before she tugged at the brown locks gently as he let out a growl vibrating against her skin making her shudder.

“Can you blame me?” He asked quirking an eyebrow as he sat up in between her legs. “You are something truly magnificent.” He grins as she forces herself not to cover her face, because the one she loved was over her. Everything she ever dreamed of happening was right in front of her and it was overwhelming to say the least. If this was a dream she never wants to wake up. She pulled him down into a kiss when she flips them around as his eyes widened. She doesn’t say anything as she kisses down his neck downwards while Bucky watches her when his lower lip was caught between his teeth. It wasn’t that (Y/N) was experienced, but it felt like she forgot everything now being here with Bucky. How could he have that effect on her?

Her hands were trembling, but she pulled off his boxers immediately as she drops them off the bed when she looks at him. Her eyes widened for a moment seeing Bucky entire face a dark shade that covered to the tips of his ears. “James?” She asked softly. “God I didn’t know it’d be this embarrassing in front of you.” He mumbled when she started to laugh softly. He looks to her when she sits up before leaning forward as she kisses him gently. “I’m glad I’m not the only one who feels this way.” She grins as he grins back when they both start to laugh. She returns back to the task at hand when she reaches down as her fingers wrap around his hardening cock.

He immediately jerks up letting out a strained grunt as she looks at him before leaning down when she presses a kiss to the tip of his flushed cock. Bucky ran his fingers through her hair as he let out a light pant feeling this coil start to form in his stomach. She took him into her mouth as she wraps her fingers around the base as she starts to suck while looking up at him. She bobs her head taking in as much of him as she can considering he was a little thicker than average. “Jesus Doll.” He whispered causing her to moan around his girth. He told her before that he was only going to call that to the woman he was in love with. Her heart swelled in happiness as she swallowed down more of him trying her hardest to take him to the root.

She pulled away panting harshly as her jaw started to ache while a string of saliva connected them before she immediately set back a faster pace. She snapped her eyes shut swallowing down quickly before her gag reflex would kick in as Bucky threw his head back. Letting out a ragged moan as his fingers dug into the base of her scalp causing her to moan at the pained pleasure. “S-Shit.” He stuttered feeling like she was trying to suck his brain out through his dick. He pulled her away as he tried to catch his breath when she looked at him thinking she had done something wrong. “Remind me to let you continue that another time.” He replied as her face grew hot, but she was still smiling. He pulled her into a kiss tasting the precome that assaulted her tongue as he groaned.

He pulled her to where her head laid at the foot of the bed before he turned opening his night stand to retrieve the bottle of lube and a condom. He dropped the condom onto the bed before he slowly removed her shorts noticing she had nothing on under them. He looked at her as she flips him off before he starts to laugh leaning down to kiss her. “Hey easier for me.” He mumbled before he popped open the cap. He drizzled some into his hand as he rubbed it together to make it warm before he trailed his other hand down towards her soaked folds. “You’re so wet.” He smirks running his index finger down her slit causing her to jolt upwards when he just grazed her clit. “F-Fuckin’ tease.” She whimpered out as her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her.

“Only for you.” He chuckles before she gasped softly feeling his index finger that was covered in lube gently circle around her opening. “P-Please.” She whispered, feeling like a fool because she hated begging but right now she wanted nothing more than for him to be inside her. “So impatient.” He comments slipping the tip inside as she pants. “I’ve been patient long enough you ass.” She snipped back as he smirks. “Feisty.” He resorts before slowly pushing his finger all the way inside as he starts to massage her velvety walls making her softly moan. Bucky felt something prickly his skin at the sound that escaped her parted lips as he started to move the finger faster.

“J-James, Another.” She said as she tilted her head back to expose her throat when he leaned down sucking a bruise onto her skin, marking her, claiming her as his and his alone. He slides in another finger as he slowly scissors them apart as her hips buck up to gain more friction. He pins her with his free hand as he curls his fingers when she gasps before moaning loudly. “Found it.” He proclaimed as if he struck gold when he curled his fingers up again before massage it with just enough pressure to make her cry out. Her hands immediately came up and dug for purchase in his shoulders as her entire body started to tremble.

She gasps as he adds a third finger when he starts to move faster causing her to moan before she tries to cover her mouth. He immediately moves his hands from her hips as he pins both of her hands in his own with a small growl. “I want to hear them.” He whispered as his lips ghosted over her own causing her to shiver. “I need you.” She said. “Right now, inside me.” She panted as he groaned before slowly removing his fingers making her whine from the loss of contact. He sat up as he grabbed the forgotten condom when she took it from him before she opened it. She slowly sat up with him as she rolled it down onto him causing to him at the feeling of her hand on him again.

He covers himself with lube thoroughly because no matter how desperately he wants her, he could never hurt her. He laid her back down before grabbing a pillow to place under her hips to make her comfortable when he wiped his hand on the sheets. He slowly intertwined her hand with his left as he position himself with his right when he looked up at her. “You ready?” He asked as she smiles before squeezing his hand. “I’m ready.” She said as he slowly started to push in when her nails dug into the skin of his hand. He was a lot bigger than she ever had, feeling like she was splitting open, but in a good way. “You okay?” He asked panting slightly as his hips were flushed against her own.

“Yeah, just give me a second.” She said softly as he nods. He gritted his teeth, because he never knew that sex could be this intense and he hasn’t even moved yet. “You can move.” She said when he wrapped her arms around his neck. “You better hold on tight.” He said grinning as she rolled her eyes when she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Show me what you got Barnes.” She smirked as he chuckled slowly pulling out causing them both to shudder before he thrusted back into hard. She moaned as he started a slow but hard pace causing the bed to start creaking while she held onto him, trying to bury her face into his neck to quiet her moans.

Bucky panted into her ear as he held her hips while he thrusted faster. Her moans were vibrating against his heated skin causing him to shudder at the feeling. He kissed her passionately as he gasped feeling her nails trail down his back creating red streaks across his skin. Her body was on fire, feeling like she was going to burst as tears of pleasure form in her waterlines. “J-James!” She gasps before moaning loudly as he starts to kiss down to her breasts when he licks her nipple. He kissed back up to her neck creating purple markings in his wake to make sure others knew that she belong to someone. “I-I’m so fucking close.” She moans.

Suddenly his fingers were digging into her hair as her jerks her head back making her moan out. “Who do you belong to?” He demanded in a hoarse voice. “Y-You!” She cried. “Beg me to let you come.” He growled tugging on her hair as she gasped. “Please James! I need to come!” She gritted out feeling that burning sensation in her stomach building up. She knew she was close, she could practically taste it. She just needed that little push over the edge which she got the moment his started to rub fast tight circles around her clit. Her eyes snapped shut only seeing white as her orgasm flooded through her body causing her body to jerk upwards.

Watching her fall apart under him was something he only dreamed of and having her in front of him now with us a blissed out expression was even more breathtaking. He groaned feeling her muscles tighten around him as he thrusted a few more times before he gasped releasing into the condom. He slowly fell against her panting harshly as sweat dripped down his face before he slowly pulled out when he pulled the condom off. He sat up before he threw it away as he turned back to her, watching the rising and falling of her chest. “I’ll be back.” He said getting up before he walked into the bathroom as she laid there for a moment just basking in the aftermath.

He returned as he wiped the sweat off of her body before he put back on her short and one of his shirt considering he had accidently ripped her when he took it off her body. He pulled on his boxers before holding her in his arms with his legs wrapped loosely around his body and arms around his neck as he supported her with a hand under her ass. He changed the sheets before laying her down onto his bed as he laid down beside her, pulling her against him. He sighed softly feeling better than he had in a very long time as he kissed her forehead before pulling the covers over both of them when they both slowly fell asleep for the night.

The morning sun was pouring into the room of the sleeping couple when there was the sound of laughter in the room. (Y/N)’s eyes fluttered open as she looked at Bucky who was still fast asleep causing her to frown. She looked up to the open bedroom door to see Steve and Tony standing there looking at them. “Steve! Tony!” She exclaimed as Bucky immediately sat up, ready to fight whoever. “What are you two doing here?” Bucky asked scrubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Well we came to pick up (Y/N) to see if she wanted to hang out with us, and she wasn’t in her room. We checked everywhere before arrive here.” Tony explained grinning.

“And the surprise we got was the most interesting.” Steve chuckles as (Y/N) blushes. “Congrats you two.” Tony said dragging Steve out of the room as Bucky glances to her. “I’m going to just kill both of them.” She chuckles running a hand down her face to wake herself up as he chuckles. “You won’t (L/N) you’re all talk.” He said as flips him off before standing up when he pulled her back down onto his lap. She gasps looking to him as he lays his face in between her shoulder blades while his arms slowly wrap around her waist holding her there. “So.. (Y/N)?” He asked finally looking at her with a chuckle. “How about I make you some breakfast today?” He offers as she smiles feeling an ache settle in her hips, but it was a good kind of ache. “Sounds good to me.” She chuckles cupping his face before kissing him passionately.

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Opposites attract (1/3) P.P

Summary: Everyone gets 2 names on their wrists, one belonging to their enemy and one belonging to their soulmate, but what happens if your enemy is also your soulmate          

PART TWO                                                                                

Warnings: Violance

Words: 1211

Requested: Yes

I give full credit for the prompt of this AU to the person who originally posted the prompt, if I new there URL I would tag them but unfortunately, I don’t.

Tags: @lucayaatrash @barely-emily @peterfightmeparker

In this world, you get two names. One would appear on your right wrist and one on the left. Each name either represents your soulmate or your enemy, one of these names has the ability to create a lifetime of happiness and one a lifetime of misery. Some people were lucky enough to only end up with a soulmate.

One of the worst things that can happen, is having the same name on both wrists.

For you, the name Spider-man had been imprinted on your left wrist in jet black ink since you were 4 years old. By that age you were already aware of crime and all that comes with it, including some more than basic fighting moves and how to use some of the simpler weapons your father owned.

By 11, You’d been involved in some of the cities worst crimes, still you stayed unknown. Only known in the crime scene as ‘Viper’, you’d been doing this since you were a kid, robberies, raids etc, with the help of your father and his crew. You weren’t like Captain America, or Thor, or Hulk, You didn’t have powers but you were an amazing assassin. Beyond amazing.

For years you’d wondered what that certain name (Spider Man) meant, when this person was going to show up and whether or not it was going to be a tough fight. You were aching to know who was behind the mask, you’d love to see their face both before and after you’re done with them.

“You see him, you kill him, don’t waste a second” Your dad would tell you “Kill him or he’ll kill you”

You’d dreaded the day the other name would show up, the name signifying that you had a soulmate. Love didn’t exist in the crime world, it was merely a distraction. At Least that’s what you’d been taught.

Although you couldn’t help but crave infinite love and affection from someone.

At 16, the amazing Spider-man had made his entrance to Queens and your father had made it his mission to end the Avengers. Although he would never admit it to you and the rest of your group, he was threatened by them and the power they held. He was, in fact scared and just itching to off them.

He taught you every move he knew, how to operate every weapon and whatever else you needed to end the mighty Spider-man. For never going to a day of school, you were a smart kid.

You hated the Avengers, you hated them and everything they stood for.

It was a late Sunday night when your dad had chosen to finally go along with his plan. He had finally gained the weaponry to fight the Avengers, you had to admit it was a little… okay a lot crazy, but his mind was set.

You were in your signature black and silver skin tight suit, doubling checking to make sure your identity stayed hidden throughout the attack. The suit ended just below your elbows, meaning your ink was showing, the word ‘Spider-man’ clearly printed on your skin.

Along the right arm of your suit, was simply a silver viper (fake of course). Your mask was a simple one that covered your eyes only.

The plan was simple, override the main power system, shut it down, break in through one of the windows and get the job done. Your dads men would guard the doors and the windows at all times, letting you know if you needed to evacuate at any moment. The only problem, it was to simple.

Everything had been going well at first, You’d managed to sneak in just fine, override the main power system and you had snuck into your designated room, weapon in hand and prepared to fight your first victim. Everything seemed so calm, you even managed to get a glimpse of the room you were in. There were a few posters, some of the posters you recognised as bands you’d listen to in your free time.

That was when all hell broke loose.

It all happened in an instant. Gun shots were being fired from outside the walls, you could hearing the glass windows shattering and the building above you practically crumbling. It was all too loud, you couldn’t focus on the voice speaking to you through your earpiece telling you the escape route, but You were prepared for instances like this.

You spun around, prepared to run and fight with your group when the door behind you swung shut, a string of cobweb running from the door to the ceiling above you. All surrounding sound was cut short, thanks to the sound proof walls that this place seemed to be fully equipped with.

“Was that supposed to frighten me? It didn’t, but I’ll pretend it did.” The voice said

You spun around and suddenly you were face to face with the one person you’d been aching to run into for years.

You were filled with a sudden adrenaline, it was unlike anything you’d ever felt before and you remembered your dad’s words. 'Don’t waste a second’  but you wanted to make this moment last.

“Nice to finally met you Spiderman” You practically spat. The stranger jumped down from the ceiling, staying at a rather safe distance.

“I’ll admit, it’s not under the best terms but i don’t know what else i expected” He started “You’re pretty young to be a villain don’t you think?” he asked

“You’re pretty young to be a hero, don’t you think” You remarked

It’s now or never

Without another word said you jumped foreword, using only the best skills taught to you by your father. You had to admit, he was good.

The whole ordeal was like an intense fight scene out of a film or story book, but maybe with a bit more blood.

“You know” You started, wiping your mouth with your bare arm to remove the blood that had managed to slip out of your mouth. Disgusting, i know, but that’s the realities “All my life, i’ve been taught to kill you on sight, and i’m not leaving until i do”

“You’re really persistent aren’t you?” He said and pulled another move on you, making your tired body fall to the floor “If you weren’t my enemy i’m sure Mr Stark would’ve loved to have you on the team”

The last comment made you laugh.

You could’ve sworn you were only down for a second, but with the room spinning, your vision and recollection of time was practically erased. You could fell a sticky substance holding you down, it was surprisingly heavy and even with your strength, you couldn’t break out of it.

Your body was having difficulty dealing with the pain and your injuries at the same time, you weren’t going to allow yourself to pass out before defeating your enemy but trying to fight sleep wasn’t going to happen right now.

The last thing you felt was a stabbing pain in your wrist, different to the pain you were feeling all over the rest of you body. This pain was like a million small needles digging into you at once, it was something you’d only felt once before.

When your enemy’s name appeard on your wrist.

Originally posted by bluebrooklynkid


Requested by: Anonymous
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Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 1.2K
Warnings: Period talk, fluff

A/N: I wasn’t sure if this was exactly a request, but I laughed at the ask and couldn’t resist writing a oneshot about it!

A sharp stabbing pain in your lower abdomen jerks you from sleep. Before you can let out a low groan of pain, a high pitched shriek pierces your ears, emanating from behind you. Snapping your head around, you see your boyfriend staring at your bed sheets in horror.

“Buck?” you say, wondering what was so horrifying it made him scream like a school child,

“Oh god, doll,” Bucky’s head snaps up and his eyes meet yours. In the blink of an eye he’s navigated his way around the bed and is kneeling in front of you, “Oh god, what happened?”

Your brows knit together in confusion as you watch him extend and retract his hand from your body, like he wanted to touch you but was scared to, “What’re you-?”

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A Brush With Death - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Prompt: Yayy! Can you do an imagine where the batfamily (and batmom) are going to this charity event the boys & bruce patrol bc of a looming threat? And then when they leave batmom gets shot near her heart & almost dies and they seek revenge (requested by @imagination-factory)

“Shit.” You swore under your breath as you danced with your husband. Over his shoulder you spied the bat symbol burning brightly in the overcast night sky.  

“It just turned on didn’t it?” Bruce asked so that only you could hear, not bothering to look over his shoulder at what he already knew was there.

“You betcha.” You said.  Bruce dropped his head and let out a quiet sigh into your hair.

“I have to go.” He said, full of regret.

“Go. I’ll handle your speech.” You reassured. “Go save the world.” You encouraged shooing him away from the dancefloor. He smiled gratefully towards you and pulled his phone out of his pocket to take a ‘phone call’ as he hurried out of the party.

You made your way over to the MC to let him know the change to the program and that your husband had to leave early for a ‘business emergency’. He looked a little annoyed by the sudden change but out of respect for the amount of money the Waynes donate to this program he made the wise decision not to complain to your face.

One by one you watched as each of your boys slipped out of the party and snuck off to help their father fight god knows what. You were flying solo tonight.

“…  Ladies and gentlemen it is my highest honor to welcome Mrs. [Y/N] Wayne to the stage.” The announcer said, giving your cue to ascend to the podium. As you smiled a bright friendly smile to the cameras and guests you couldn’t help but to think thank god for teleprompters. You greeted the microphone with a lighthearted joke about your workaholic husband and how he regrets that he had to bow out early.

“As you all are well aware, tonight is a very important night for this foundation. Not only because of the generosity of the donors tonight but also because by the end of tonight each and every one of you will be able to say you made a difference … In Gotham nonetheless!” You said cheerfully the crowd laughed politely at the speechwriter’s attempt at a joke. “Now it is my utmost honor to announce that the proceeds tonight will go directly to building an orphanage for Gotham’s most disenfranchised children. Every child needs a place to call home and with your generous donations we here at the Wayne foundation seek to make that ideal a reality. Thank you.” You said before handing the mic back over to the host of the evening.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the ever so enchanting Mrs. Wayne.” He praised as you stepped off the stage. A round of applause erupted and you gave a small gracious bow to the audience.

‘Shit. I should be a politician with the amount of ass kissing I’m giving and receiving tonight.’ You thought to yourself behind your charming smile.

The celebratory atmosphere was quickly sliced through when the sound of gunshots rang out through the crowd. Just as quick as you heard the shots, a stab of pain ripped through your chest. It’s funny you’d think that your life would have flashed before your eyes or you would have thought about the people you love but all you could focus on was the sound of your heart pounding in your ears. Each heartbeat growing weaker than the last.

/N] … Mrs. Wayne! Focus on the sound of my voice. Help’s coming alright? Just listen to me ok? God damn it!  Aren’t any of you overstuffed peacocks a doctor?” A murky voice called out to you. Spots danced across your eyes and your vision blurred obscuring the crowd of doctors and paramedics surrounding you.  

Your vision went completely black and you were certain that you were never going to wake up again but the next thing you knew you were slowly coming to in a bright sterile hospital room. The obnoxious beeping pierced through your head like ice picks being shoved into an angry hornet’s nest.

“Fuck me.” You croaked, squinting at the harsh lighting.  Every part of your body hurt. Either someone needed to pump you with more drugs or put a bullet in your brain to finish the job.

“Hey.” Bruce whispered gently sitting up from chair he had been sitting in to stand by your side. He gently brushed your hair away from your face.

“What the hell happened, Bruce?” You asked.

“You were shot [Y/N]. It was supposed to be me up there but you were put in their line of fire instead. I’m so sorry. I swear I’m going to make whoever’s responsible pay.” Bruce promised, his tone darkening with his promise.

“Where are the boys?”

“Hunting.” He said simply. “We’re all angry about what happened, [Y/N].”

“Any chance you can rein in the cavalry? All I want right now is all of my boys to be here. Almost dying puts shit into perspective, you know?” You said weakly. Bruce’s hand moved to firmly grasp yours.

“I’ll make the call, Darling. But you know they’re all going to be restless until someone is thrown into Blackgate with broken bones and a life sentence.” Bruce replied gently.

“I know.” You smiled weakly. “I just really want to see my boys right now, Bruce.” You said, your voice quivering slightly with the tears that were threatening to overtake you.

“I know, love, I know. They’ll be on their way soon.” Bruce hushed, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. Your family would be with you soon enough and all would be right in the world. Coming so close to death, you had half a mind never to let them go again.