the coloring is awful but i really wanted to gif this moment

The One That Got Away

based on the song by Katy Perry

“Why are you dragging me to a bar, Natasha? I told you that I didn’t feel like going out.” Bucky asked his bossy red-haired friend.

Nat just rolled her eyes before she answered him, “Because, I got tired of seeing you all holed up in your apartment for the millionth Saturday in a row.”

Bucky knew that he couldn’t fight her on this. Natasha was his closet friend and once she told someone to do something, they usually did it out of fear. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that he was scared of her a little.

Okay, more like a lot.

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KAI PARKER FIC

BRUISES PT.3  

Part two HERE

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They saw each other often after that, but usually she would have to sneak to Kai’s, otherwise his family would question where he was, which would only raise more questions. This time, he came to her though, but it made no difference considering it was the middle of the night, when the sleepy town were all of dreaming anyways. Kai climbed right in through her open window now, sensing she’d left it like that on purpose as he pulled himself through. He was looking bad to say the least, scratched up and dirty, a gash on the side of his head, and new bruises on his wrists, a startling sight to wake up to. The girl sat bolt upright the moment she sensed his presence, the smile on her face instantly fading when she looked him over.

“Help,” he pleaded softly.

“Oh my god,” she responded, leaping from her bed, wearing her baby blue pyjamas and cozy knit socks that stretched to her knees.

Kai stood frozen as she approached him, shaking her head in disbelief and ever so lightly taking him by the fingertips and pulling him towards her bathroom. It was small, with polished white marble floors and colorful soaps dotted alongside a little bathtub. Kai didn’t say anything as she frantically twisted the knobs of the bath faucet, setting it to a scorching heat, hands fumbling for bath soap before she turned to face him. She didn’t even give him a chance to think before she reached for the fabric of his navy shirt and pulled it right over his head. She coughed and signalled at Kai’s trousers before turning around and stripping herself to her underwear without a second thought. Kai following slowly through with an occasional wince, stopping when she guided him lightly into the bath, which he sunk slowly into. His skin burned red under the hot water as he sat in silence, tears clinging to his eyelids but not daring to escape. She climbed in right after, sitting herself down in front of Kai and soaking a cloth gently with the water before bringing it to his dirty forehead. Kai’s blue eyes followed hers as she sat there, slowly washing off the grime from his skin, lump catching in her throat as she involuntarily began to sob quietly, wiping the blood from his cheek with a shake of her body.

“Hey, hey,” Kai stopped her, fingers locking around her wrists as he pulled them from his face, her sad eyes moving to his own, “it’s okay.”

“It’s not,” she responded, biting at the inside of her cheek with worry. “I’m not sure I even want to know…”

“You don’t have to,” he reassured her, “I won’t tell you.”

“I already know the who,” she trembled, “just not the what.”

He mumbled her name, but she was back working on his skin, now moving down to his chest. Kai leaned back to the wall as she pressed her hands against him, nothing sexual in the way her fingers spread over his beaten and scarred skin, nothing except affection from someone who actually cared. She lathered his body with sugary foam before rinsing it away, her jaw clenched as she silently worked on every inch of his skin until he was clean and well as he could get. When she was done, she sunk away from the heretic, hands running through her hair as she tucked her chin against her knees, the two of them bare and vulnerable, nothing but flesh, bones, and beating hearts.

“Tell me,” she said finally.

“We’re supposed to merge soon, my sister and I,” Kai explained. “The strongest of the two of us will become our coven leader, and the other one, well, dies.”

“What!?” she said, eyes widening with shock.

“Shh sh,” he brushed his fingertips on her arm, “I know I’d win,” Kai said before she could finish, “and so does my family. They don’t want me to do it, to rule over them and bring down perfect little Josie in the process. But the time is getting nearer now, and every time it get’s brought up, my dad…”

Kai gulped down the lump in his throat, shaking his head before continuing, “I guess they’ve got the idea that they can beat the crazy out of me. And it doesn’t help that-” Kai stopped.

“That what?” she asked, eyes narrowing.

“That I’m happy,” he said, barely audibly.

“W-why?” she responded nervously.

“You make me that way, happy, I mean,” Kai said. “They can tell, I think, since I’ve been, I don’t know, smiling.”

“Malachai,” she breathed, bringing a hand to his cheek, eyes boring into his own, “tell me, really.”

“Really what?”

“Really, do you still want to see me?” she whispered.

“I-yes,” he said, blinking in confusion, “I thought you would-would want that too…”

“No, I do, I do,” she said, brushing her fingers against his cheekbones, “but if I’m the one putting you in danger now, I’m not so sure because, I just don’t want to see you more hurt because of me.”

Kai’s hand came up to hold her hand, moving it gently to his chest, her palm to his heart, “feel that?”

She nodded, the thrum of Kai’s rapid heart quick under her touch, “I didn’t feel that before you, okay? Nothing they do to hurt me on the outside could hurt me more than losing you would do to me on the inside.”

Something about it all was so raw, so real, and suddenly her desire to be closer to him, to be as close as she could, was more than ever. She brought her hand back up to the heretic’s cheek, the silver ring he’d given her pressing into his skin, vial still around her neck as it had been since she got it. But she didn’t kiss him. She just bent forward, forehead to his, nose squishing to his own, lips close but not touching. She breathed shakily against him, and Kai didn’t close his eyes even when she did, he just stared at her in awe, the mere feeling of ‘almost’ being stronger than that of a kiss.

“I know you didn’t want to see me to keep me safe, but I don’t know how to keep you safe, Malachai, and I hate that feeling.”

“It’s okay,” he said honestly. “You’re still not safe, you know. If my dad ever found out I had even an ounce of joy in my life…” he trailed off.

“Would you hurt him?” she asked seriously, eyes opening.

His blue eyes were always so innocent, but now there seemed to be something else in them.

“I would do what I have to,” he shrugged.

“Listen to me,” the girl said with worry. “I need you to promise that if anything ever happens, you’ll find a way. You’ll find away to escape that horrible excuse for a family, to find happiness without me.”

“Nothing is going to happen,” Kai protested, his jaw set.

“If-”

“It won’t!” he barked, instantly regretting his tone when she flinched back.

“It won’t,” he said again, softly.

The girl looked down at her chest, eyes on the blood she wore around her front, an idea dawning upon her.

“Can you become one, a vampire, I mean?” she asked.

“I could, but I wouldn’t,” he said, a brow arched in question.

“But then, if you were, you’d be stronger than your whole coven, you could literally siphon from your own vampirism, nothing could stop you. So you could just, find a way to do the stupid merge, or even just run away, or stop your family somehow without harming them, with the reassurance of knowing they would never stand a chance against you.”

Kai sighed, hating to see her so frantic, “I wouldn’t.”

“Why?”

“Even if by some miracle, being a vampire could get me out of that situation, which it wouldn’t, I’d be a vampire. And that’s horrible, I wouldn’t ever wish that upon myself or anyone else.”

She closed her eyes and quickly wiped at her eyes, “fine.”

“I’m sorry-” he started.

“I just got you in my life, and I don’t want you out of it,” she admitted with hurt.

“I won’t be,” he said, “I promise.”

But even as the words left his lips, he knew it was a risky promise to make.

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Jungkook x reader.

Warning: Abuse (from father, even if you have the nicest father in the world just pretend you have a terrible one. And for those who are going through actual abuse. I am dearly sorry fro using it in this story. I hope you find a way out of your hell.) Strong language, Sad, love, possibly some smut (in the future)

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(Y/n) = your name.

(btw I would recommend listening to Namjoon and Jungkook’s version of Fools before reading. On my watt pad page ill post the media and I’ll try and do the same for my Tumblr blog? Yeah, anyway this will be a multi part. Love you guys!)

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Imagine celebrating Jared’s birthday in the hills

“Get up! Get up! Get up!” I shout, jumping on the bed.

Jared rolls on the bed, using one of his pillows to cover his head. I keep jumping, shouting at the top of my lungs. When all the shouting doesn’t work, I take Jared’s covers to pull them off. He’s half asleep, and in his attempt to grab one of my ankles, he doesn’t realize that he’s almost on the edge of the bed, falling with a loud thump.

“Oh my, Jared?”

I fall on the bed, kneeling to watch him on the floor.

“Are you okay?” I ask him, seeing him rub his head, “Is it a bad moment to say happy birthday?”

“Give me… Oh, my head… Give me a second”

I nod, without taking my gaze from him. Jared sighs, still rubbing the top of his head. I wait, forgetting about the surprise I prepared for him. It takes him a few minutes to wake up, still on the floor. When Jared stands up, he jumps on top of me, tickling my belly, ribs and armpits.

“Stop! Stop!” I shout, not being able to stop laughing, “Jared, please!”

He does stop, both breathing heavily, a bit of laugh still in the air.

“Happy birthday” I mutter, a permanent smile on my face.

His lips go straight to mine, his hand starting to caress my cheek. Our breathing is still heavy, forcing us to end the kiss quickly.

“You need to get dress, I let you oversleep”

“What time is it?” He asks, getting off of on top of me.

“Midday, I’ll wait for you downstairs”

I give him a quick peck on the lips, getting off the bed.

Once I’m downstairs I check everything one more time. I’m sure everything’s ready, I’ve probably checked it three times by now. But you can never be sure with me, there’s probably something missing in my bag and I haven’t noticed.

When Jared comes to meet me his eyes go straight to the bag by my side.

“Are we going somewhere?” He asks me, lifting both eyebrows.

“Of course” I say with a smile.

Jared looks confused. This is his first birthday with us as a couple, and I wanted this be special. Jared helps me with my bag, taking it to my car. I drive, he changes the radio. I spend all the way avoiding his questions about our destination. The city looks pretty dead today; The weather is nice, thou, and that’s perfect for what I’ve prepared.

When we reach the point in which we cannot continue by car I let Jared know. We hold hands, sharing quick glances once in awhile, we walk in silence, but smiles never leaving our faces.

Jared is one of the most outgoing, adventurous man I’ve ever had the chance to meet in my life. Reason why I decided to spend the afternoon in the hills, enjoying the view, the nice weather, and being in touch with Mother Nature. the exact spot for our little adventure is a hidden place among rocks and trees. There’s plenty of shadow, green areas and warm breeze for us to sit and enjoy.

Jared looks around, fascinated by the view of the city and how nature seems to enjoy it’s days without caring about the people destroying the city at its feet.

“This is beautiful” Jared says, laying on the lonely spot of grass.

“Happy birthday” I say again, feeling a warm in my heart just by looking at how happy he looks.

Jared takes my wrist to make fall on top of him, his right hand caressing my cheek, pulling away strands of hair.

“Thank you for this” He mutters, the smile glued to his lips, “Really, thank you so much, I love it”

“You don’t have to thank me” I say, kissing his cheek and resting my head on the space of his neck, “I just want you to have a nice birthday”

“It’s going great so far”

“We can stay the whole day like this or we can eat something first and then lay for good, what do you prefer?”

“Let’s eat and then lay for a bit”

We both prepare the space for our picnic; I lay everything I prepare for him during the morning, noticing how amazed he looks. Once I tell him that he can start eating, half of the things in the plates disappear in a matter of minutes. I try to ask him if he likes the food, but his whole attitude is confirmation enough.

Jared kisses me whenever he’s not eating, or telling me how amazing the food is. I just laugh and kiss him back, happy that he’s enjoying his birthday.

When he’s finally done eating we lay for a bit, discussing about what we see in the clouds, or how we think they will show us next. Our bodies warming each other, his hand holding mine with no intention of letting go.

An hour passes by before Jared sits up really quick, his head turning to me with a big smile.

“I got an idea”

Jared stands starting to pick all our things, telling me to hurry. I keep asking what’s going on, but he just shushes me, saying that he I’m going to love. What? I have no idea.

We leave everything in the car, and I can’t get to ask again when Jared holds my hand, taking somewhere between the trees and rocks. He looks so excited that I decide not to ask again, and just enjoy the walk to wherever he’s taking me.

And, actually, the view is breathtaking.

We’ve been in this place for a while, and in any moment we’ll start to see the sundown. Everything starts to fusion with the colors of the sky, the little puddles mirroring the clouds, the leaves dancing with the wind. And, even though it takes us a while to get where Jared wants, I just can’t seem to believe how beautiful everything is the higher we get.

“We’re almost there” Jared assures me, and it is only there when I notice how tired I am.

But I seriously couldn’t care less. We walk for a couple of minutes more, and when Jared finally stops I just can’t believe what’s in front of me.

From the spot that I chose for us to have the picnic most of the city was at our feet, we could see the beach at one side, and people living their lives on the other.

But from here… Everything seems so little, and it actually feels like all our tables were left behind, in those distant buildings, with that distant people.

I walk towards a rock, sitting on the edge, still amazed by everything. I turn for a second, to call Jared by my side. He sits next to me, putting his arm on my shoulder to get me closer to him.

“I was supposed to be the one giving you surprises” I mutter, not being able to take my eyes away from the view.

“We have a whole lifetime to fill with surprises” He says, leaving a soundless kiss on my forehead.

“Good” I say, pulling away a bit to look him in the eyes, “Because there are more surprises waiting for us when we get home”

A laugh burst from him, and in no time we are kissing again.

“I knew there was a reason why I am so in love with you” He mutters between kisses.

“Wait, what?”

I pull away again, my eyes fix on his. He just said he is in love with me. This is the first time. I feel something on my chest, it’s tight, but my heartbeat is threatening to let me heart escape in any second, and a smile appears on my lips, and suddenly I’m feeling everything and nothing at the same time. And Jared is looking at me like he wasn’t supposed to say this right now, like he was holding it for later.

“You’re in love with me” I whisper, a smile nailed on my face, “You said…”

“I am” He says, taking his hand to brush his hair, “Good, I finally said it”

“Finally? How long have you been holding that?”

He shrugs, and we can’t help but laugh. Jared hugs me again, leaving little kisses on top of my head. My arms wrap him tight, never wanting to let him go.

“Are you in love with me?” He asks, as if he’s afraid of my answer.

“What do you think?”

“Yes?”

“Of course I am” I laugh, adjusting in my place to look him in the eyes, “I’m in love with you, Jared, I thought it was pretty damn obvious”

“I can be a bit blind”

“Well, now you know. Happy birthday!”

“Best birthday ever” He says, moving to kiss me on the lips this time.

A small rec list:

seasons have changed and so have we by jesswritesthings : 20K | Rated: Mature

He doesn’t think of Liam when he fucks into the guy he can’t remember the name of in the back of his Range Rover or the time he spreads Michael one of his employee’s on his and Liam’s bed and eats him out before sending him on his way with a small kiss on his lips. He doesn’t but he cries in the morning after in one of Liam’s shirts as he watches their wedding videos and thinks over where everything went wrong and why he couldn’t still be in love with this guy that gives him and supports him through everything.

or

Where Zayn doesn’t love Liam like he use too.

Home by jesswritesthings | Words: 6K | Rated: teens and up

where Liam thinks zayn is cheating or bored but really he was just planning a surprise

i wish it never ended with a heartbreak by jesswritesthings | Words: 2K | Rated: teens and up | major character death

“Hello from the other side
I must’ve called a thousand times
To tell you I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done
But when I call you never seem to be home…”

before the sun comes by jesswritesthings | Words: 1K | Rated: teens and up 

the sun isn’t up but Liam decides to be a little shit.

Zayn likes to tease Liam by speaking urdu.

baby, kiss me before they turn the lights out by jesswritesthings | Words: 8K | Rated: teens and up

Liam and Zayn kiss beside a Ferris wheels at the fair before they close down for the night.

Cards on the Table by StormDancer | Words: 33K | Rated: Mature

Slowly, very slowly, Zayn nods. “After the job,” he agrees, and turns to leave. But then he pauses, with his hand on the doorknob, and Liam braces himself because he knows the signs of a Zayn Malik bit of wisdom coming. “But Liam—” he talks to the side, not looking back, “You keep on wanting me to show my hand. But you–you’ve barely got any money in the pot.”

In which Liam pines, Zayn broods, Louis is manic, Harry charms everyone, Niall makes the best sandwiches, and stealing the money is barely the point at all.

the boys of the summer by countthestars | Words: 22K | Rated: Mature

Louis cracks open his can and holds it up in a toast. “To the best summer of our lives,” he declares.

“To graduating high school,” Harry adds.

“To beer!” Niall crows.

Liam looks around the fire at his three best friends in the entire world, the rest of summer stretching out in front of them as vast and endless as the ocean. There’s nowhere on earth he’d rather be.

“To friendship,” he says.

Four cans clink together in a toast and just for a moment, Liam feels like he’s invincible.

;

Liam is 17 the summer he falls in love.

Boys of Summer (Solstice) by ballsdeepinharry | Words: 13K | Rated: Mature

It’s 1999 in SoCal. Zayn just graduated high school but all he cares about is riding bikes and occasionally getting high and getting dragged around to parties by his two best friends— Niall and Harry.

Niall rides bikes that he makes out of stolen parts and Harry is just a broke kid with a skateboard and a ridiculously high IQ.

Liam lives a privileged life, everything handed to him on a silver platter, but all he dreams of is being a pro skater. Louis is Liam’s best friend (if not his mischievous sidekick) who doesn’t mind stirring up trouble with the kids from the other side of the tracks.

You Never Give Up On Me by sunshinexbomb | Words: 31K | Rated: Mature

Zayn doesn’t know if it’s funny or a little sad that they keep skirting around this thing they’ve gotten themselves into. Sometimes it hurts knowing that Liam never asks him to stay even though Zayn knows he wants him to. He wonders how long he can keep doing this, can keep waiting for Liam, and he doesn’t know if it scares him or not that he could possibly wait forever.

In which Zayn is an English teacher tempted to write awful poetry about the warm coffee color of Liam’s eyes, Liam is a primary ed teacher and single parent who thinks he’s too busy to be in a relationship, Niall and Harry are the sickeningly cute newlywed teachers in the school, and Louis is a drama teacher who is not-so-patiently waiting for the day of his own wedding.

This Love Left a Permanent Mark by harrietelizabeth | Words: 25K | Rated: Explicit 

Liam’s memory of Zayn is a summer afternoon, scraping enough money together between them for ice creams and a pack of smokes, the window open in Liam’s room to entice a breeze inside. It’s midnight conversations and early morning kisses, still half asleep. It’s all the words Liam never knew how to say until he heard them from Zayn’s lips.

And Zayn’s memory of Liam is….well, that’s the problem. Liam has no idea.

i’m not crazy, i’m just a little unwell by redsweater | Words: 27K | Rated: Mature

“You need to get over the fact we haven’t shared everything together babe,” Liam mumbles tired.

Zayns shakes his head, “I do not. Couples must experience everything together. I know smoking our first cigarette together is stupid, but it makes me happy considering I didn’t get drunk with you my first time, nor did I lose my virginity to you.” Zayn gives Liam a pointed look, like he dares him to say something about that topic.

zayn is special, and liam’s in love

searching for a sweet surrender (but this is not the end) by grayaolouis | 18K | Rated: Teen and up audiences 

Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles, the two most loved coaches on The Voice UK known for their banter on the show and best friendship off. Louis’s determined to win and finally end Harry’s winning streak with Zayn Malik on his team, but Harry’s flirting and Liam Payne have different plans.

— Or an AU based off the Voice where Louis’s Adam, Harry’s Blake, Niall’s Shakira, Zayn and Liam have a cliche Romeo/Juliet love story and Louis’s too old for pathetic pining.

Black Treacle by littlenoona | Words: 68K | Rated: Explicit | ABO 

Liam wasn’t gay. She wasn’t. She liked dick. She’d never seen one in person, but she’d watched enough porn during her heats to have a pretty good idea of what they looked like, kinda scary but well, that’s just how they looked like. She liked them. She was supposed to, right? She was an omega, was supposed to want an alpha, a male alpha, to stuff her full of his pups and make her his good girl. So why the fuck was she fingering herself to the girl next door?

(or the fic where liam doesn’t like girls and zayn will punch whoever looks at liam in the throat and harry just wants zayn to fuck her and niall just wants to have a simple date with his girlfriend and louis just wants to fool around // genderswap!)

Watch you dance by vastlyunknown | Words: 5K | Rated: Explicit 

Liam is a dancer. Zayn is an R'N'B singer. Louis and Harry are agents who hate each other. It all turns a bit ridiculous and a lot lovely.

I’m a good boy by rosetintmyworld | Words: 46K | Rated: Explicit | VERY TRIGGERING

Liam Payne seemingly lives a normal, if not boring life. He has one friend and is a second string lacrosse player. Everything seems normal, until you look behind the closed doors. His father loves him, even if it’s too much and he’s convinced himself of that. Until, a new boy comes to town, the boy has scars and a secret of his own, and he only wants Liam to let him in.

small town firelight by theviolonist | Words: 74K | Rated: Explicit | genderswap

“I love you,” the little girl in blue says, ducking her head, and the daredevil, who was so happy to make a friend when she climbed over the fence that first day, has never hated friendship more.

(or, Zayn is a punk and Liam is her best friend and definitely not a lesbian)

for you, i can be by top_linson | Words: 8K | Rated: Mature

prompt: How about a fic where Liam is like the cliche frat boy and Zayn is like some hipster art student who hates frats but goes to one of their parties and ends up falling for Liam

somehow i still carry on, burdened by fears by slashter | Words: 31K | Rated: Explicit 

He doesn’t realize how much pain he’s in until the hot water hits his shoulders. He hisses at the sting but lets the water pound his aching muscles anyway, washing himself with Liam’s body wash and shampoo, then toweling himself off until he’s practically pink. His knees are already buckling as he makes his way over to the dresser, grabbing a pair of clean boxers, and he eases himself into bed, wrapping himself in the cold sheets.
He doesn’t cry, no, not at all.

[Or the one where Liam’s been kidnapped but doesn’t remember Zayn and Zayn struggles with loss and love and heartbreak all over again]

your personal superhero by zaynplusanyone | Words: 11K | Not Rated

Liam stumbles into Zayn and his daughter’s lives but a secret or two may end up not being worth the fight.

i don’t want to wake up lonely by larrification | words: 7K | Rated: teens and up 

“Zayn had never been more grateful for his vapid bitch of an ex-wife.”

or where Zayn loses his wife, his kid, and his job over a few months. He doesn’t know who he pissed off, but he does know that he’ll do anything to get his life back. Minus Perrie. Plus the hot CPS worker.

rather be with you by takemeorleaveme | Words: 2K | rated: teens and up 

He downs the rest of his more gin than tonic and sets his glass down. He begins to walk to the loos, except he feels a tap on his shoulder.
Zayn turns and is frozen in place, staring into a pair of friendly eyes. He raises an eyebrow in response.
The other male motions him to come to the bar— he follows because- fuck it. It’s not like this night can get worse.

Alternatively: Zayn really regrets going out with Niall. When a man approaches him with an offer he just has to refuse, Zayn isn’t too gutted about it.

my favorite color’s liam by ziam22 | words: 9K | rated: mature 

A scrabble on Zayn and Liam’s first meeting, conversation, hand holding, hug, I love you’s, kiss, French kiss, shower, handjob, blowjob, and time (sex)

i think of only you by alifeofourown | words: 7K | rated: teens and up

Zayn is in love with Liam but Liam is with Danielle, so Zayn has no choice but to win Liam over by seducing him and just plain loving him.

you’ll never treat yourself right, darling, but i want you to by wafflehood | words: 10K | rated: teens and up 

He loves it, the singing and the touring and the fans and the boys, his boys, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, not being a fireman or an Olympic runner, and he’s so, so grateful for everything he’s been given, everything they’ve been given. But sometimes he reads hateful tweets, or comments not meant to be hurtful but end up feeling like a punch in the gut anyway, listens to people belittle everything they’ve achieved, and he doesn’t mean to let it get to him, but it does.

(or, in which Liam doesn’t love himself, (or think he deserves to be loved by anyone else), and Zayn tries to show him why he should).

baby, look what you’ve done to me by heroesneeded | words: 4K | explicit

“'Is there a reason you’re always staring at me from your window?’ Liam learns that Zayn’s very blunt.

Liam stutters and tries to come up with an answer that doesn’t seem creepy. He doesn’t want to tell him the truth so he starts to tell a lie.

‘Do you just like admiring me?’ Zayn asks, licking his lips and Liam’s eyes glance down at the movement before looking back into Zayn’s eyes.“

Or, Liam’s always admired his yard guy. He’s never talked to him just stared at him from the window. He thinks he’s being sneaky until one day the guy needs to come in to get a glass of water. And something else…

though i try by outofcases | words: 17K | rated: teens and up 

When Liam tells Zayn he wants to come out to their families, Zayn stalls until he can’t anymore. Backed up against a wall and scrambling for options, he makes decisions he’ll come to regret and rushes to fix them in any way he can. Along the way, he finds out what family really means, picks himself back up when he falls, and learns that courage and show business have next to nothing in common.

or

Liam is getting tired of secrets, and Zayn is not good under pressure.

heart stutters like moths wings by ihavetoomuchfreetime | words: 5K | Not rated

non-au. the four times that zayn shows liam he loves him, and the one time he says it.

no regrets, just love by burieddeep | words: 7K | rated: teens and up 

Liam is a prostitute with pretty routine life. Zayn is a college kid who has developed a fascination with drilling holes into Liam’s routine.

right from the start you know i got you by tomlinblows | words: 10K | not rated 

“I’m going to die,” Liam rushed through his head. “No, worse than death. I’m going to shrivel up into the size of a pebble and get chucked so far out into the ocean a whale swallows me in. Then, I’ll taste so bad that it’ll spit me out and land me on some socio-monkey island where I’ll get torn to bits and passed around like a hockey puck as they sink their diseased teeth into my flesh. I knocked into Zayn Malik and I am definitely going to die.”

lips do what hands do by erstwhiled | words: 36K | rated; explicit

You’re not supposed to fall in love with students, it’s unethical or something.

follow you into the dark by ghostrider | words: 18K | rated: mature | VERY TRIGGERING / major character death

Zayn doesn’t know exactly what brought him to this stage. Doesn’t know when Liam became both his biggest weakness and strength. He still can’t quite believe that there is someone in his life who has deprived him off the ability to say ‘no’.

What he does know though; is that he’s too far gone to be pulled back. And according to the irritating voice of his subconscious, he is so fucked.

On the other hand, by the way, Liam is too far gone as well. But, in an entirely different way.

i like it when you sleep by grandtheftlove | words: 5K | rated: mature | girl/boy drug use

"Zayn sits cross legged on the sheets, staring at the embers burning at end of whatever the hell it is he’s smoking, the only light in the pitch black room. There are cigarette holes in the duvet. He doesn’t care what he smokes anymore. When he’s not high off the taste of Liam on his tongue, it’s got to be something else, anything else. He only smokes when she’s asleep, and he knows withdrawal from Liam would be harder than withdrawal from anything else he’s sucked into his lungs, but it’s so hard, he’s so fucked up.”

Inspired by the poem “I Like It When You Sleep” By Matty Healy of the 1975, Insomniac Zayn struggles to protect the girl he is head over heels in love with from the drug addiction that consumes him. He’s guilty for being who he is and he’s guilty because Liam loves him, and Liam deserves so much more.

doing it wrong by fuckmeliam | words: 4K | rated: explicit

Liam writhed beneath him, trying in vain to thrust up into Zayn’s elusive fingers. He felt warm all over, his body pumping blood and pounding with the low music Zayn put on what felt like hours before and the desperate, aching desire to feel something, anything on his leaking cock.

“Please—” Liam breathed the word like a prayer, breaths huffing out in little exasperated whines.

“I guess I did want you to fucking beg.” Zayn slowly pressed his palm to Liam’s hip, sliding closer to where he was panting to be touched.

(or the one where liam’s pouty and jealous because zouis hang out and get high together and he just wants to blow smoke in zayn’s mouth)

better to be than to burn by ashsparagus | words: 14K | rated: teens and up 

Zayn’s twin sister, Leigh, is betrothed to Liam. And Zayn hates him. Like, a lot.

escape by becharlatan | words: 2K | not rated

Zayn never knew that Liam liked making love in the midnights on the dunes of the cape. He knows, however, that their marriage life is slightly slipping down the hill.

to feel a little warm (all by myself, im here again) by leeyumosaurus | words: 2K | rated: teens and up

In which Zayn skips out on Jay’s wedding.

eyes shut fingers open by lostlenore | words: 4K | not rated

Liam gets off the bus in front of the fine arts studios feeling like he should’ve arrived wearing nothing but a trench coat and expensive heels.

let not my love be called called idolatry by lostlenore | words 4K | not rated

Liam would make a terrible princess

for your love (i’d proudly climb a mountain) by hit_it_with_a_shoe | words: 10K | not rated

It’s the last few days before they’re all off to Uni. Zayn just wants his boys around him while he still has them.

-It’s not that Zayn is restless, more just… floating. Unquestionably awake, but in a quiet sort of headspace, weed fading from his system even as the alcohol clings to him slightly. The red eyes of Louis’ bedside alarm clock (a creepy little Pooh Bear perpetually about to pinwheel over the side as he reaches for a pot of honey) says it’s just about two in the morning.-

In which Niall discovers that he is, in fact, the very last straight boy.

and ive been thinking about you lately… by supercalifragili | words: 13K | rated: mature

“What’s up?” Niall’s groggy voice filters through and
“You worked some sort of love charm on me right?” Liam asks quickly and Niall laughs with him at 2:03 in the morning.
He’s never laughed this much.

well that was just a lie (when they said you was high classed) by postitbandit | words: 8K | rated: explicit 

The funny thing about all of it, about how it starts and how it ends, is that he met Zayn first.

we move on like this by sunnysideup | Words: 13K | not rated

A comment on Christmas Day 2016 takes Liam and Zayn on a journey to family life.



(ps i didn’t add really popular fics, i added fics that had less recognition and my favs also i shamelessly promoted my fics! 

anyway i hope this is use full, enjoy) 

AN: So, I asked people to tell me what countries they were from and can I say: WOW, I have readers from right here in the USA, England, Finland, Canada, Hungary and so many other places! Again, WOW! Some people were asking where I live, and I am from America, more specifically New York. Anyway, thank you  nuriruzaru for requesting such a cool imagine! I hope you like it! *The gif is not mine, found on google. Please ignore any spelling errors! Xoxoxoxo :3

Pairing: Steve X Reader

Prompt: I found your blog last week and I loved!! Your writing is so lovely. I know requests are close but would be awesome if you can do a Steve x Reader and the reader at the beginning works for Hydra, they fall in love and the reader change her mind, but the rest of the avenger discover her and get mad or something like that. (Sorry if i say something wrong, I’m not a native english speaker)

((^^^ Honey you’re English is fine and perfectly understandable, don’t worry about it! ))

Warnings: Some mentions of torture, abuse, and some violence. Very mild though.

PS: I would highly recommend that you listen to the last song on the AoU soundtrack (It’s called~ New Avengers) while you read this one, I listened to it on repeat as I typed it and they work very well together. Happy reading!

****This turned out so long I AM SORRY***

~*~*~*~*~*~

“Made A Different Call”

He wasn’t supposed to be in this battle. You had read each Avenger’s file, line by line, and he was the one that you had been the most ill prepared to fight. Though at a first glance he seemed to be the easiest to defeat out of the team, you knew by his history with HYDRA and how he never gives up during a fight that he would be hard to shake off.

You had anticipated that maybe the Black Widow or Hawkeye would be the ones accompanying the SHIELD agents on the raid, not Captain America.

You stood by the front of the doors, ready for action; you had your knifes in your hands, your spares strapped to your thighs, and your mind set into warrior mode.

You heard your fellow HYRDA agents scream in pain as Captain America and his team of SHIELD agents made it close and closer to you. You were stronger than the other agents, by far, and that was why you were set up as a last line of defense. Still, you hadn’t thought that they were going to make it this far.

You threw a quick glance over your shoulder to make sure that the door behind you was shut and locked, that was what they were here for. Behind that metal door was an entire gallery of HYRDA information and secrets, ones that the Avengers desperately wanted.

A blast came from in front of you, and suddenly a man decked out in red, white, and blue came marching in, behind him was a small group of soldiers.

You swallowed your fears and hit the small button on your earpiece. “It’s time.”

HYRDA soldiers came pouring out of the vents and the ceiling where they had been hidden and began to attack the SHIELD agents, but you just stood still and watched the Captain.

His eyes narrowed at you, clearly seeing that you were in charge and the largest threat in the room.

Smiling at him devilishly, you twirled the knife in your hands. “Ready to dance, Captain?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be, ma'am.”

You charged at him with your blade pointing at his chest. When you were close enough, he grabbed your forearm and flung you over his head. You were caught by surprise, yet you still managed to land on your feet.

Steve detached his iconic shield from his arm and began to fend off your knife attacks, but only barley. You were almost too fast for him, you could hear him grunting every time you almost managed to get the blade around his shield.

Growing frustrated, you tossed the knifes aside and grabbed either side of the shield, then jumped up and kicked him with both feet in the chest. He flung backwards, and you kept hold of his shield.

“Looks like the tables have turned, yeah?” You mocked as you held the shield in front of you protectively.

“I don’t understand.” Steve mumbled. “You seem too young to be involved in something like this. Why are you fighting against us?”

Old memories, ones that brought about more pain than you would like to admit, began to surface. You growled and narrowed your eyes at him. “Mind your own damn business.”

The Captain’s eyes flickered right above your shoulder, but before you could turn around something hit you on the back of the head. You fell and dropped his shield, you watched numbly as it rolled on its side on the floor.

Just as a fuzzy, black darkness began to take over your brain you felt rough hands pick you up, presumably some SHIELD agent about to finish you off.

“Leave her.” You heard the Captain say. “Let’s just get the information we need and get out, she’s not going to stop us in that state.”

And, unfortunately, he was right. The darkness completely took over each of your senses, pushing you further and further into sleep until, finally, you felt nothing at all.

~*~*~*~

Two weeks had passed since Captain America had defeated you, which indirectly led to the unraveling of everything else in your life.

You were alone and, as much as you hated to admit it, scared. Once the head of HYRDA had learned that you had let SHIELD get a hold of important information, they had you locked up in a dark cell. They beat you, spat on you, and made you feel so much fear for your life that you went numb.

However, just when you were beginning to loose hope, you spotted a chance to escape. You ran through miles and miles of dense woods until you came upon a small town. You hopped on the nearest train to New York City, knowing full well that the man which had caused you to be so brutally abused resided there with his pitiful team of heroes.

It was easy enough to find the tower, after all, the name ‘STARK’ was written across it in shinning, light-up letters. Once you located him, you tapped into your stealthy training and discreetly followed the Captain around every time he left the tower.

You always had a knife on you, ready to strike when the time was right.

And this moment, you decided, was that time.

The Captain had taken a turn down an alley on his way back from a small restaurant, as he has done many times. Normally there was at least one or two people in there, but with the daytime sky fading into night, no one wanted to be caught in that kind of secluded area. Well, except Captain America, who didn’t seem to take note of dangerous situations like that.

Just as he rounded the corner you flicked the knife up into your hands, your fingers wrapping firmly around the handle.

You had nothing else to live for. No job, no home, no money, no loved ones–nothing. You had nothing to loose.

At first you wanted to take him by surprise, stab him in the back and watch him die without knowing what happened. But then you realized that there would be much more satisfaction in a fight with him, one where you could express your hate to him properly and not just behind the point of a hidden blade.

You approached him quietly, then wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind, holding the blade up to his throat.

“Miss me, Captain?”

You could see his eyes go wide from over his shoulder.

He was in normal, civilian clothes, and without his precious shield. His life was in your hands, and you knew it.

You pulled away and shoved him from behind, causing him to stumble onto the ground.

Such filth. You muttered in your mind. What makes him more deserving of a good life than me?

Quickly, he jumped to his feet and spun around, his eyes narrowing on you. It took him a moment, but then you could see it click. “You…you are the girl that I fought at the HYRDA base, right?”

“Yes, the ones that you humiliated and shamed.” You hissed as you pointed the knife tip in his direction.

“I spared your life.” Captain America said with a frown.

“You should have killed me!” You screeched, your anger getting the better of you. “You would have done me a favor.”

He tilted his head to the side a bit, clearly confused. “How? You are alive, you can do anything you want now. You can make a better life for yourself!”

You laughed humorlessly. “Not everyone is presented with such opportunities.”

“You don’t have to be presented with opportunities, just go and–”

You rolled your eyes and tossed the knife at him, which he, of course, dodged promptly. You pulled two more out of your jacket pockets where you had an entire stash, ready to cut to have the Avenger’s blood on them.

“You see, that’s your problem.” You said as the two of you began to circle each other. “You think too much humanity, you think that everyone is good in some way that things will always work out. We can’t all be Captain Americas, you know.”

He glared at you when you said the last bit in a mocking tone. In a tight, on-edge tone, he said, “My name is Steve.”

You glared at him, you really had no interest in his name.

“Why do you hate me so much, out of everyone in SHIELD, why me?”

As the sun set, your patience broke. You ran up to him and attempted to stab him, but your emotions were so chaotic that you couldn’t focus and you dropped the knifes on the ground and nearly stumbled on top of them. Steve caught your arms, then pulled you back up and pinned you to a wall.

“You ruined me!” You felt the tears start to come as you relived everything that had happened. “After they heard that I failed to protect the information, they locked me away and did awful things to me. I escaped with only my life, and now I have no where to go.”

You spat in his face, but he didn’t look angry. His colorful eyes bore into yours, and for some reason your chest began to tighten.

“All because…all because of me?”

You sobbed quietly to yourself as you hung your head in shame. You were always taught to hide your emotions by HYRDA, who had taken you in as a small orphaned child.

“I’m sorry.” Steve whispered.

Your gaze snapped up to him and your watery eyes widened. “You are sorry?”

“Of course I am.” He said. “I caused your life to fall apart.”

A silence fell upon the dark alley, it was full of tension and fatigue.

“I’ll make it up to you.” Steve said suddenly as he released you from his grip. “You said you had no where to go, right? I have an apartment that I sometimes use when I don’t feel like staying in the tower, you can stay there if you want. There is food there, some clothes, a shower-”

You looked up at him with a completely baffled expression. “Wait, you are going to give me a place to stay? I was just about to kill you! Aren’t you supposed to lock me up, put me in jail, or something like that?”

“That may be what the others would do, but I am making a different call.” He said, and a small smile appeared on his lips. “I can see that you are struggling, and I feel like I need to help you out.”

He took your hand in his (to make sure that you don’t run off or try something) and led you through a maze of streets. After what felt like years of walking, you ended up at a small apartment building.

When you walked into his tiny home, you were pleasantly surprised to find that everything was neat and homey. He had a nice couch, a decent sized kitchen, and perfectly temperate rooms.

He walked away for a brief moment and came back with some clothes and a plate of leftover pizza.

“I’m sorry if the shirt and pants are too big, I only have clothes that fit me here.” He said as he scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “I figured that you wouldn’t mind considering you were just going to sleep in them.”

You nodded and let out a small, “It’s fine” before heading into the bathroom to change.

When you came out, you saw him sitting on the couch with his eyes fixed on the screen of a television.

You weren’t one to get self-conscious easily (due to your HYRDA training) but seeing him sitting there made you feel embarrassed to be in such baggy clothes. You snatched the nearest blanket and wrapped it around yourself as you silently sat on the farthest edge of the sofa.

“Have you ever seen this show?” Steve asked when he saw that you were out of the bathroom.

“No.” You responded quietly. “HYRDA didn’t let us watch any television.”

“None at all?” Steve said, and you thought that he was trying too hard to sound friendly but you still appreciated the positive vibe he gave off. “Well, then you have to watch this, you’ll love it.”

You and Steve watched the show for hours and hours, and throughout the marathon you two had somehow gravitated towards each other.

And, somewhere between the fifteenth and sixteenth episode, his lips landed on yours. You weren’t sure why you had wanted to kiss him, but the urge was very much present every time he spoke or moved, and apparently it was for him too. It was random, yet it completely made sense. Some sort of invisible yet all powerful attraction tied you two together.

In the ashes of your died out hatred rose a powerful feeling of caring.

~Steve~

He work up the next morning with his phone buzzing in his pocket and a girl who had tried to kill him in his arms.

Slowly, he slipped out of her reach and crept away from the couch that she was resting on. He didn’t understand why he liked her so much, but he wouldn’t change the feeling for the world.

“What?” He whispered into his phone’s speaker.

“We have a situation at the tower.” He heard Tony say, who sounded rather irritated. “We intercepted a message from one HYRDA commander to another, but it’s in a code that we can’t seem to crack. Whatever this message says, we think that it is important.”

Steve’s eyes flickered over to the angel sleeping on his couch, and an idea popped into his head. “I’ll be there in ten, and I think I know how to solve the problem.”

~*~*~*~

“What the hell is this?” Tony hissed, gesturing to Y/N, who had her gaze glued to the ground.

Steve could tell that she was beginning to feel ashamed with her work in HYRDA, he practically had to beg her to come with him.

“She is your only chance of breaking that code and finding out what the message says.” Steve said with an icy glare.

“She is a part of HYRDA, no?” Pietro Maximoff said, still clearly uncomfortable with being so close to the people who had experimented on him.

Was.” Steve replied, annoyed. “She was, but then she was kicked out. She wants to help us.”

The entire team’s gazes were locked on her, and a small tint of red dotted her cheeks.

“I don’t work for them anymore.” She said. “They left me in the dust because they thought that I had gone soft and that I was weak, I would never go back to them.”

“She is telling the truth.” Wanda, Pietro’s twin, confirmed. “I read her mind, and she speaks no lies.”

She smiled at Wanda, who generously returned it.

“Fine!” Tony said, throwing his hands up in defeat. “But if I catch even one questionable move on your part, I’ll have you regret even stepping foot in this tower. Understand?”

She nodded, and Steve walked over to her and entwined his fingers in hers.

Y/N sat down with a pen and the coded message in front of her. Steve could see her processing the jumble of numbers and letters in her head, then she began to write down phrases and sentences. Soon, and entire message was formed.

“They are planning an attack, they want to blast the SHIELD headquarters to bits.”

As it turned out, she was right. The Avengers were able to stop the attack before it happened, saving the lives of thousands of workers.

The others began to warm up to Y/N a little bit at a time, but she became to closet with the twins because of their common background with HYRDA. Steve, after being with her for a while, decided to move into his apartment where he was letting her stay. Y/N was able to start a new life and forget her past.

((I am sorry about how sucky the end got :) I hope you liked it!))

Title: Let’s Enjoy Right Now

A/N: Here is part four of the Ten Years In Waiting series. It’s a bit short compared to the others, but I have things brewing and the next part is gonna be a long one. Thank you all so much for your support! It means the world! Find the links to the other parts below. *not my gif*

Part One, Part Two, Part Three 

Tagged: @supernatural-x-reader-imagines @spn–fics–fics @supernaturaltookover @caitsymichelle13


At 6:50 Emily was pacing in front of the living room window, just waiting to see a glimpse of Dean. When you had told her that he was coming, she was so excited and it was hard to put her to bed that night. She hadn’t stopped talking about it for the last 18 hours and you couldn’t blame her. You felt the same way. After 10 years your family would be together again, even if it was only for a short time, and you were going to cherish it. The familiar sound of the Impala’s engine caught your attention and you wiped your hands before leaving the kitchen and coming to stand at the window next to Emily.

“He’s here!” She said excitingly. “He’s here! He’s here!”

“Well? Are you going to let him in?” Her eyes lit up and she sprinted to the door. You followed her nervously, silently hoping that her enthusiasm didn’t scare him too much. Sam was the first one to reach the door, and he met Emily with a giant bear hug, which she was more than willing to return. He released her and laughed at her briefly when she attempted to look around him for his brother.

“He’s getting something out of the car. He’ll be in soon.” He moved past her and hugged you and made his way towards the living room. You were thankful for the space. Finally, you spotted Dean making his way up the drive with a package in tow. He made it to the door and stopped in front of Emily. After all the excitement and buzz surrounding his appearance, you were surprised to see Emily freeze and look timid. You decided to step in and start things off.

“Emily, I want you to meet Dean.” You said, kneeling next to her, “He’s your dad.” You looked up at him. “Dean, this is Emily.” He smirked and bent down. He held his hand out to her.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Emily.” She looked at him for a second, and then very slowly took his hand. “I’m sure that you have a bunch of questions for me… I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

She looked at the ground next to him where he had placed the package a few seconds ago. “What’s in there?” she whispered softly.

“Oh this?” Dean stood up, package in hand. “I um… got you something. It’s not much but I hope you like it.” He handed her the package and watched as she carefully unwrapped it. “Your mom said you liked animals, so…” When she realized what was in the box, she threw it on the ground in excitement.  You watched as she clung to the stuffed elephant to her chest.

“What do you say, Em?”

“Thank you! Elephants are my favorite!” Dean smiled, obviously relieved that she liked what he got her.

“No problem, kid. I’m glad you like it.”

“Did you know that elephants are the largest land mammals and that they have the best memory?”

Dean laughed. “No I did not. Maybe you’ll have to teach me about them over dinner.” She smiled and held her hand out to him.

“Come on, Mom made my favorite…”

“Your favorite?”

“Yeah! Cheeseburgers!”

he smiled at you. “A child after my own heart.” He said, taking her hand and following her into the house. You smiled and picked up the discarded box before following them. You could hear her talking a mile a minute and you knew that whatever nervous feeling she had before was gone the second she saw that present. You hoped Dean was prepared to have his ear talked off.

……..…..

After dinner, the four of you made yourselves comfortable in the living room. Emily dragged a coloring book out and had made a place on the floor in front of the television. You popped in a Disney movie and the three adults just watched her. You looked over at Dean who was sitting silently watching her.

“Dean?” you whispered. “You can color with her if you want.”

He scoffed. “I don’t-”

“Awe, come on! We all know you want to.” Sam interrupted. Dean punched Sam in the shoulder and Emily looked up in confusion. You all stopped and realized that she was watching.

“Why don’t we all color?” you suggested, kneeling down and grabbing the stack of coloring books next to her. You eyed them as you handed them each a book. “You’ll have to share the crayons. We only have two boxes… Do you think you can do that?” you teased, laughing at their childish feud. Sam crinkled his eyebrows and looked at his brother.

“You heard the lady.” Dean got on the floor and sat next to the coffee table. “Get to coloring. And Sam?”

“What, Dean?”

“Stay in the lines.”

Emily laughed.

………………..

“Emily, it’s time for bed. It’s past ten.” She gave you a disappointed look from her spot next to Dean on the couch.

“But mom…”

“No buts… go get into your pajamas.” She looked to Dean for help but he shook his head.

“Don’t look at me. Your mom scares me.” You shook your head.

“Will you tuck me in?” she asked him. He looked to you for an answer.

“Okay. That’s fine, but I expect you to be in bed with the light out in 20 minutes.”

She jumped up and grabbed his hand. “Come on, Dad I have to show you where I put my elephant!” Dean allowed her to drag him to the other end of the house.

“20 minutes!” You knew it was a lost cause… they would be in there looking at every single one of her stuffed animals for at least the next hour. You looked over to find Sam staring at you. “What?”

“I haven’t seen him this happy in a long time…” Sam sighed. “Have you guys talked about what’s gonna happen when we have to leave?”

“What do you mean ‘leave’?”

“I mean after this case, when we go back to the bunker.”

“Well, we haven’t had a chance to talk about it. I… was hoping that we would have more time.”

“For the record, I really hope you guys work it out. All I want is for Dean to be happy.”

“Thanks Sam.” You went over and hugged him. “I better go check and make sure that they haven’t destroyed her bedroom.”

He laughed. “I’m gonna head out. I think that you guys should have some time to yourselves. Just tell Dean that I took a cab back to the motel.” He waved before leaving, closing the door behind him.

You walked down the hallway to Emily’s room and stopped in the doorway. Emily was in bed under the covers and latched onto her elephant. Dean was sitting next to her, his hand barely touching the top of her head. When she looked like she was asleep Dean stood and began tip toeing out of the room.

“Daddy?” He turned to find her sitting up and rubbing her eyes.

“Go back to sleep, Em.”

“Are you going to stay?” she asked before yawning.

Dean looked to you and you gave him a nod. “Yeah Kiddo. I’m going to stay. I’ll see you in the morning.” She smiled, her eyes already closed. She leaned back in bed and snuggled deeper under the covers.

“I love you, daddy.” Dean’s face squished up in emotion. He walked back and kissed her on the forehead.

“I love you too, Em.” He made his way back to the hallway and you both watched her sleep before turning and closing the door. You followed him back to the living room.

“Where’s Sam?”

“He left a few minutes ago, he went back the motel.”

He nodded. “Well I guess I should send him a text and tell him I’m sleeping on the couch.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I should. Sam might think something’s wrong..”

“Sleep on the couch I mean…”

“Oh… Are you sure?” he asked, apprehensively.

“Yeah. Unless you think that’s weird…”

“No, not at all I just… wasn’t expecting it.”

You smiled and took his hand. “Come on. Let’s go to bed.” You pulled him back to your bedroom and stopped at the dresser. You dug around in the bottom drawer until you found what you were looking for. “Here,” you handed him an old t-shirt and a pair of sweats.” He inspected them closely.

“Are these mine?”

You pushed him on the shoulder. “Don’t flatter yourself, Winchester. They’re comfortable.” You said, walking into the bathroom. You changed into some of your comfortable pajamas and brushed your teeth. You were a bit nervous about sharing a bed with him after all of these years, but you had missed him and were looking forward to being close to him. You left the bathroom and found Dean already under the covers. “Make yourself at home?” he laughed but didn’t answer. You turned out the light before climbing into bed next to him. You stayed on your respected sides, until Dean couldn’t take it any longer.

“This is stupid,” he said, closing the space between you and wrapping his arms around you. You smiled to yourself and moved to fit into his arms. You laid your head on his chest and breathed him in.

“I missed this.” You said, quietly.

“Me too.” he squeezed you tighter.

“I’m not going anywhere, Dean. You don’t have to squeeze me like a python.”

“I’m sorry.” He said quickly, beginning to move away.

You clung to his shirt. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it.”

He smirked at you before returning to his previous position. “I could get used to this.” He said after a few moments.

“Could you?”

He moved his neck to look down at you. “Yeah, I could.” You unwrapped yourself from him and sat up. “What?” he sat up next to you. “What are you thinking?”

“We have to be careful. It’s not just us anymore. If you leave… her heart will be broken.” He sighed.

“(Y/N).” He put an arm around you. “I am being serious. I want to make this work.”

“Really?” you looked at him.

“Yes, really. I want to be a part in her life, and yours.”

“I want that too. But how are we going to make this work? You can’t just drop off the hunting grid. That’s not who you are.”

He seemed to think about it for a minute. “We’ll figure something out. Let’s just enjoy right now, okay?” You nodded. He laid down, pulling you with him. You nestled into him, allowing his arms to wrap around you completely. You buried your face into his chest and closed your eyes. It was the first time in ten years that you fell asleep to the sound of his breathing and the beat of his heart next to yours.

Milk and Honey

Pairing: Pietro x Reader

Prompt: You get stood up on a date, and Pietro finds you and offers you a ride home

Warnings: None :)


     Great, just great. 

    Your head tilted upwards, as the oncoming drops of water from the sky fell. The cold droplets of water landed upon your forehead and cheeks. Frowning, you were mentally stabbing yourself for not bringing a umbrella. Or a hoodie, for pete’s sake. 

   You turned your attention to the dark street, hoping that you could spot a yellow cab. But for some odd reason, there was no one. You slipped your hand inside of your purse to get your phone and order an Uber, but then you remembered. Your phone is dead. Most likely from constantly calling your date that never showed up.

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Imagine attending a family gathering with Jared

I throw my phone across the room, seeing it crash against the couch and finally falling on the floor. I have reached every single one of my friends trying to find someone who could come with me to this boring family meeting I had in a few days, but everyone seemed to be occupied or taken. It’s not like I needed a booty call, I just wanted someone to help me survive a night with my family.

I stare at my phone, trying to decide whether I should go and see if I broke it or not, but I’m too frustrated to move an inch. When the phone comes to life, announcing a new call, I leave aside my frustration and run towards the damned device.

“Yes?!” I answer quickly, not even looking at the caller ID.

“Call Jared”

Not even a hello? Ok. “Emma?”

“Call Jared, he’d go with you”

I throw myself on the couch, letting out a deep sigh, “Jared doesn’t like to go out with me, he’s always avoiding me. Why would he want to go to this thing with me?”

“Just call him, please” Emma asks, probably a bit tired of my dateless situation, “You’ll thank me later”

Without even saying good bye, Emma hangs up on me. I stare at the phone, still processing Emma’s idea. Jared always looked bored around me, he didn’t even look me in the eyes the few times I was able to make him speak to me. The devil was handsome as hell, and going with him would be quite the experience, but I knew he’s answer even before searching for his name on my contacts.

I watch his name for a few seconds, but I’m already in a tight situation, being rejected by Jared wouldn’t affect me as much as I would expect. I dial the number, waiting only a matter of seconds before hearing his voice on the other side of the line.

“Hello?”

He sounds confused, and I would be too if I suddenly receive a phone call from him.

“Hey, Jared” My voice sounds trembly, I’m nervous when I shouldn’t be, there’s no reason for me to be like this, right?

“Oh, hi, how are you?”

“Um… Fine, I guess. You?”

“Fine too, thanks”

Most awkward conversation of my life. We have been on the phone for 10 seconds and it is the most we have talked in the last two years since Emma introduced us.

“Is everything alright?” He asks me, breaking the uncomfortable silence between us.

“Yes, I just… Well, I wanted to ask you something”

“Ok, go ahead” His voice sounds calm, the confusion left behind by hints of curiosity.

“Next friday I have a meeting, a family meeting” I start, “My family can be a bit… complicated and it is hard for me to face them alone. So… I was wondering if you…”

“Yes” He interrupts me, but is the only thing that he says. Jared suddenly shuts and I can hear him sigh through the line.

“Oh… “ I mutter, surprised by his quick answer, “Ok, then”

“Do I have to wear something in particular?”

“Not really, just avoid anything too colorful” I pause for a second, trying to recover my breath, “Thank you so much, Jared, I really appreciate it”

“It’s alright” He says, and I can feel the hint of a smile, even through the phone, “I guess I’ll see you friday then”

After saying my goodbyes to Jared I call Emma to thank her for the idea. She just laughs and recalls the fact that she said I would be thanking her later.

Friday comes faster than I expect. It’s almost five o’clock and I’m checking my reflection on the mirror. I’ve changed my clothes at least six times, and a seventh was coming.

The meeting starts at six and I still can’t decide what to wear. Great.

By the time I choose a simple black cocktail dress, my ring is already announcing Jared’s arrival. I quickly get on my heels and run downstairs. I freeze once I open the door.

“Hey” He greets me, a shy smile appears on his lips as he gives me one quick looks before avoiding my eyes completely.

Jared is dressed full on black. His jacket, shirt, trousers, his boots. All black. Except for the red plaid shirt tied around his hips.

I know I’m taking too long to ask him to come inside, but my eyes can’t look away from his eyes. His hair is falling on his shoulders, the wind moves it slightly to his face, and a sudden urge to come closer and put the strings of hair behind his ear is too much for me.

I look away, opening the door for him.

“I’ll be right back”

I try to smile, but I know the thing that appears on my face is a terrible attempt.

Back in my room, I grab my purse and phone. One last look in the mirror and I make sure to breath properly before going back to Jared.

He’s waiting by my door, checking his phone, smiling at something he just received. I want to ask, but I most certainly can’t.

“Ok, are you ready?” I ask him, feeling nervous but not knowing if the meeting or Jared was the real cause.

“Yeah, let’s go”

We get in his car, and I give him the address to my parents house. Half of the drive there we spent it in silence. Jared doesn’t look at me, he’s just concentrates on the rode, and I try to calm my nerves.

“Why are you so nervous?” He asks me, his eyes still on the road.

“I told you, they can be complicated” I shrug, “They always ask the wrong questions”

“All relatives do” He laughs, and I’m pretty sure this is the first time I hear it. And I want him to do it again.

“I know, but you’ll see…”

By the time we arrive, it’s already past six. My mother was gonna kill me. Jared parks right outside the house and helps me get out of the car. Our hands touch for a couple of seconds, and it feels way too good. But not so much when he slips it away, putting both inside his pockets.

I shrug the moment off and walk him to the front door, which I don’t even get to knock when I see my mom in front of us crossing her arms.

“You are late” She blurts, giving me a severe look, “It’s 6:15”

“It’s only 15…” I try to say, but she shuts me raising both hands.

“No excuses, now get inside”

The only thing I can do is nod and get inside the house, Jared following me in silence. She takes us to the backyard where my whole family laugh, eat and joke about anything.

“Ok, now I get it” Jared whispers in my ear, “Is this your whole family?”

“No, there are always those who prefer to send postcards” I shrug, counting at least 30 people in there, “Thanks for being my backup”

“No problem” He laughs, and I cringe at the sound.

During the first couple of minutes we are invisible. My family is too busy to notice us next to one of the tables, and I thank that. Jared is quiet, as always, and looks around amazed. My little cousins are running around ruining my mom’s flowers. The teens sit apart, looking annoyed at all the old ones. And the adults drink and eat like it’s the end of the world.

“Your family ain’t like this?” I ask him to break the ice.

“No, it’s just my mother, brother and I” He says with a smile, and his eyes finally looking at mine, “I think I’ve never seen this ammount of people in a backyard”

“When I was little it was worse, the ones that send postcards used to come too” I drink the rest of the white wine in my cup for dramatic effect, piercing his eyes with mine, “It was awful”

Jared laughs and I feel proud of myself. Well done, well done.

“Do you want me to get you a plate? You haven’t eaten a thing”

“I’m okay” He mumbles, looking at the food in the table.

“Jared, come on, you have to eat”

I grab him by the arm so we can stand by the center of the table. When I take a plate, I notice how distress he looks, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck.

“Ok, what’s going on?”

“Your mom likes her meat” He mutters close to my ear, and I take it the funny way before realizing what he really means.

“Shit, I forgot” I say, stopping my laugh in a second, “I’m so sorry Jared, I forgot you were vegan. God, my mom do loves her meat. Shit, shit, shit”

“Hey, it’s okay” He stops me, grabbing the plate on my hands, “I’m sure there’s something I can eat”

“Jesus, Jared, even the salad has meat. God, I’m so sorry. Wait here, I’ll find you something to eat”

After naming half of Jesus’ family between apologies, I leave Jared alone before he stops me again, and I run to another table on the other side of the backyard. The food in here looks less meaty, and a bit more appropriated for Jared. I end up putting some salad in a plate and all the other things that look like they don’t have any animal in them. Satisfied by my effort, I return to the place where I left Jared only to find my little cousins trying to steal some cake.

“God, they found him”

My cousins give me a look probably thinking I’m crazy, but I leave them behind trying to find Jared in the sea of people.

This is the moment when I realize that our backyard is way too small for the family I have; that some of my uncles are too tall and I’m too small; and that some of my aunts can’t stand another second without showing me pictures of their new grandchildren.

This is why I hate these meetings. Too many people trying to catch up with the rebel daughter and niece that they only see in rare occasions.

After what feels like an hour, I catch a glimpse of Jared’s hair. He’s with a group of men in the center of the sea, a glass of wine resting on his hand. When I reach the group, I receive quick hugs and “I haven’t seen you in forever”, accompanied by the not so appealing “Look how much you’ve changed!”. Jared catches the plate on my hands before I throw it to the ground due to the infinite hugs.

“I found this boy abandoned next to the table” My uncle Mark talks with his usual loud voice, grabbing me by the shoulders, “A really nice boy”

“What happened to Sam?” Tom asks starting with the forbidden questions, and I don’t expect less from the cousin that used to pull my ponytails and braids, “I thought he was giving you THE ring”

“We broke up” I blurt with the same tone of voice my mother used with me not long ago, “There wasn’t any ring”

“Good, I didn’t like him” My uncle laughs, too loud, and too exaggerated, making my whole body move with his. I just want him to let me go and crunch in a corner, “He had too many muscles. That wasn’t natural. You can’t have a relationship with my niece and spend your whole day in the gym. It’s a Sin”

The rest of the group agrees with him, and I look amazed at the group of men discussing my love life. Jared tries to hide a smile behind his cup, but I notice it.

“So, you are Jared, right?” Tom asks, and I prepare myself for the new round of questions.

Jared nods to Tom as I try to get off my uncle.

“What’s up with your plate? You don’t eat meat?”

“No, I’m vegan”

The look on everyone’s face is unpayable, the whole group shuts looking at him like he’s crazy. I laugh, leading the surprised looks to my face now.

“You stopped dating muscle guy to date a vegan?!” Uncle Phil asks me completely in shock. He’s too religious for his own good and I avoid him like the plague.

I don’t get to tell him that we are… wait, we are not even friends.

“What about seafood?” Tom asks him, Jared shakes his head finishing his wine, “You only eat salad?”

“No, there’s plenty of meals you can elaborate with…”

“But meat is so tasty” Uncle Mark interrupts him, and he sounds really offended.

“What do you eat?” Tom keeps with the questions and I just want to choke him.

“Well, nothing with a face or a mother” Jared answers with a smile, and I burst in laugh again.

“Hey, you have a face” Tom teases, pointing a finger at me, “What about…?”

“Tom, just shut up” I cut him off before he can even continue with his question, “Enough, alright?”

I manage to let go of my uncle’s grip, walking to stand by Jared’s side.

“Why do you have to act so offended? Don’t you get bored of being so close minded?” I hear Jared whispering my name to stop me, but I choose to ignore him, “And then you wonder why I don’t come to this crappy gatherings”

I know I’m being too harsh, but they deserve it. The last time I came to one of this gatherings was with Sam, my ex boyfriend, and they spent the whole evening asking him to do stupid things like show his muscles and tell them stories because they thought his scottish accent was ‘funny’. But not this time, and not to Jared.

I grab Jared by the arm to pull him out the circle of idiots, finally reaching the same spot by the table. He’s avoiding my eyes again by putting the things on his hands on the table, so I cup his cheeks to make him look at me.

“I’m sorry about that, I told you they were complicated”

“They seemed nice when they offered me to join them” He shrugs, “But I don’t think you should have spoke to them that way, I don’t want you to get in trouble”

“Hey, I brought you here, it’s my responsibility to stand for you in front of this crazy family”

“Are you sure you aren’t adopted?” He asks me with a laugh. God, that laugh.

“Oh, I ask myself the same question everytime I come here” I laugh too, “Eat your food, you look hungry”

We sit close to my teen cousins, mainly because they look more interested on their phones than us. I drink at least two cups of white wine before we start talking again. Jared asks me about my relatives, my childhood with them and this leads to me asking him the same kind of questions.

His laughs makes my body react in a really positive way, and I try to get him to laugh a lot during our evening. He shows his more outgoing side with me, but I can still see the same old Jared who avoids my eyes every now and then.

“Why do you always do that?” I ask him grabbing his chin to make him face me again.

“Do what?”

“Avoid my eyes”

“Oh, that” He mutters avoiding my eyes once again.

“There. Do you even notice you are doing it?” I laugh.

“Not really” He answers sincerely.

“There you are” My mother interrupts us, crossing her arms again, “Have you talked to your grandmother? She’s asking for you”

“I’ll go in a minute”

“Now” She blurts.

“God, mom, I’m coming, ok?!”

“So, you are going to squeal at me now? Tom already told me what you did”

“Mom, don’t you think I’m too old to be scolded by you?” I mutter standing to place myself in front of her, “All you do is demonstrate what a disgrace I am for you”

“If you would behave…”

“You know what? Just stop” I shut her, grabbing Jared’s hand to pull him out of his chair, “I’ll go say hi to Granny and I’ll leave. I’m done”

Jared doesn’t let go of my hand while we walk inside the house. My gran is seated in front of the tv in the living room, watching an emergency room program.

“What is your Granny doing here alone?” Jared asks me when I stop by the door frame.

“She doesn’t like to be here, that’s the only thing that convinces me I’m not adopted”

“We should have stayed with her the whole evening”

“I agree”

We sit by her side and it takes her a couple of seconds to realize we are in the same room as her. Her arms go straight to my neck, holding me tight against her telling me how much she has missed me. I tell her the same before introducing her to Jared. I expect her to do the same face she did when I introduced her to Sam, a mix of confusion and displeasure, but it is the complete opposite.

“It’s really nice to meet you” Jared says, holding her hands on his.

“You have really nice hair” She says, and we both laugh, “You have to tell me what conditioner you use”

“Oh, I don’t use any”

“You don’t” She asks in shock, “I have to stop using conditioner then, I want my hair as shiny as yours”

“How are you, Gran? Have you been feeling better?”

“The legs keep hurting, but I think I already got used to it” She shrugs and turns to Jared, “Are you her boyfriend?”

“Oh no” He says a bit uncomfortable, “We are just friends”

“What?” She asks angry turning to face me, “Why isn’t he your boyfriend? Are you blind? He’s gorgeous!”

“Gran!” I shout, feeling my face blush, so I cover it with my hands.

“Ask her to be your girlfriend, you look like a really nice boy” She says to Jared with a really sweet voice, “And you have dealt with all those idiots outside, you already passed Granny’s test just because of that”

I uncover my face just in time to see Jared getting closer to my Gran’s ear to whisper, “I would but I don’t think she would want to”

Wait, what?

“What are you talking about?” I ask him in shock, “You don’t talk to me, you don’t even look at me”

“And why do you think is that, you dummy?” My Gran asks me, slapping my shoulder playfully, “He’s mad about you, how come you haven’t noticed?”

“Jared?” I ask him in disbelief, he just smiles shily.

“I’m 85 years old and I noticed in two seconds!” She shakes her head frustrated, “You are as blind as a bat”

“Can you tell mom we had to leave?” I ask my Gran before leaving a kiss on her forehead, “I love you”

“I love you too, batsy”

I take Jared’s arm to make him stand from his seat, pushing him outside as he says goodbye to my grandmother. When I close the door behind us, I wrap my hands on his neck.

“Laugh”

“What?” He asks me with a confused laugh, and that’s all it takes.

I have to get on my tiptoes to be able to reach his lips, but the feeling of completeness that invades my chest makes me forget about everything that isn’t our lips playing together. All the shyness disappears when Jared wraps his hands on my waist, pushing me against the door. His whole body is pressed against mine, and it feels too good. Questions of how I never noticed how attracted I felt towards Jared start invade my head as the kiss ceases its intensity. I like this, I like him, and apparently he likes me. Reason why the first words that come out of my mouth after our kiss end are probably not the ones he expected.

“You should have told me” I scold him, delivering playful punches on his chest.

“You were with Sam…”

“Sam and I broke up six months ago, try again”

“You didn’t seem interested in me” He tries again, with a soft laugh invading my senses.

“How would I ever show any interest in you if you never even looked me in the eyes?” I punch him one last time, “Ok, try again”

“I’m shy?”

“You are not shy, I’ve seen you with girls, and the way you pushed me! Don’t be foolish, you are not shy”

“I am” He whispers, searching for my lips, “I may have or haven’t try to get you jealous”

“Well, it didn’t work” I laugh, “Now kiss me before you start avoiding my eyes and any type of human contact again”

He does as I request, touching my lips with an indelible smile. The kiss continues for a good five minutes when he stops completely pulling away in just a second.

“Let’s have a date” He suggests, I laugh and try to reach for him but he avoids me, “Come on, let’s go and have dinner somewhere nice”

“A date?”

“Yeah, we are already dressed”

“Sounds good” I accept offering him my hand, “It has to be a nice place, we need a good site to make us forget this awful evening”

“Oh, I can make you forget” He mutters, pushing me against his car, reaching for my lips again. His lips are soft, and I forget everything about his excuses for not talking to me, because he was giving me all the attention I wanted right now and it was perfect.

As I climb to his car, I make a mental note reminding me to call Emma and thank her again.

❀I’ve spent a good portion of this year not studying, but reading fic. So, I thought I’d compile a list of my favorites from the year. Under the cut, you’ll find 60 fics that I really enjoyed reading this year.❀

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