Request: Hello! How are you? Could I request a Joker x Reader where the he and his friends are arguing about who the most attractive/best with the ladies is and joker ends up betting he can seduce the reader. They fall in love but then reader finds out it was all a bet. Sort of a ‘10 things I hate about you’ scenario haha Thanks lovie
A/N: I COMPLETELY fell in love with this idea this is cute AS FUCK. Part 1 of ??
Pairing: Joker x reader
Summary: Joker makes a bet he can seduce the reader but finds out he’s met his match.
Warnings: Sexual implications? Probably swearing? Joker stuff.
My hands sting and I can already feel the bruises beginning to form.
I sit to catch my breath, in the deafening silence I hear a drop of my blood hit the scuffed wooden floor.
Looking back, not wrapping my hands was a bad idea.
I get onto my feet and hook another bag up. This time, being careful to wash and wrap my hands.
Letting out years of pent up anger felt good after a long day of dealing with idiotic people.
“You should probably take care of that first.” Steve comments just as I knock the bag off its chain, accidentally spilling sand across the floor.
“If it isn’t the star-spangled man with a plan, why are you here? What do you want?”
“I don’t want anything -” he says obviously finding humour in his joke. My patience is running thin and I shoot him a glare.
He clears his throat, regaining his composure. “Fury wanted to see you.”
“Fury? Nick Fury, the one that relieved me of my title as field agent?-” Steve tries to cut me off
“-All because yours truly made one little mistake-”
“You almost got us killed.” He cuts in
“But I didn’t! I came in and saved your ass, again!”
“You wouldn’t have had to save us if you stuck to the orders!”
“It was my brother! What would you have done! I fixed my mistake, but Fury didn’t give me my second chance, why should I give him his?”
“Y/N I-” he sighs “I need your help.”
I shoot him a questioning look. “My silence is your cue.”
“Do you remember Bucky?”
“Bucky. Barnes?…The Winter Soldier? Yeah, why?”
“S.H.E.I.L.D wants to recruit him”
“Why? He tried to kill us. You were his mission-”
“I was his friend.”
“Steve, Bucky was your friend, the Winter Soldier, he’s your enemy. You can’t save him. He’s long gone. And he tried to kill us.”
“He remembers.” Steve argues “H-he’s still the Bucky I used to know, deep down.” He clears his throat again.
“Fury said that if you brought him back successfully-and alive- he’ll give you your job back.”
“Fine, but I’m doing this for me, and only me, not for you or your issues with your broken boyfriend.” Steve barely contained his excitement as we walk to the jet waiting outside. After a short flight to Stark tower and many questioning glances, we’re sat around a table discussing the terms of the mission.
“There are tracking devices in all the weapons in case you decide to go rogue.”
“Stark, I take my job very seriously.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, it’s just a precaution.”
I glance over the weapons layed out in front on me and pick a few, stuffing them in my duffle bag. I pause when I see an unfamiliar weapon. “Hey, Stark, what’s this?”
“Turn it away from you, press the green button, it vaporizes whatever its aimed at.” He demonstrated on a vase sitting on the table and it turned to a pile of ash.
“Woah. That’s awesome!”
“Tony, if only you were as big as your ego, maybe you’d be able to reach the top shelf.” Although he was a few inches taller than me I still liked to tease him about his height compared to the others.
I sat back down looking over the Winter Soldier’s case file once again, taking in all the details, adding them to what I already know. In his military picture he looks young, determined, sweet, definitely handsome, probably a ladies man with his hair neatly cut and gelled.
In the other two he looked different. There’s one of him in cryo. Even in his frozen state you can still make out the crease in his brow, he looks like he’s… in pain. The one of him in action, a majority of his face is covered by a black mask, his hair long and messy. His metal arm stood out against his black uniform. The vibranium caught the sun and made the red star stand out even more. The way I recognized him best, as the Winter Soldier.
“What?” I say snapping out of my stupor
“You spaced out, it’s time for us to leave, you’re headed to Shelbyville, Indiana, that’s where the target was seen last.”
“He’s not a target.” Steve yelled from down the hall, slamming the door.
“Actually, Sam? Wilson, right? Alright bird-boy. I say we head to Washington. I was thinking metal-man grew up in Indiana, maybe he went looking for answers he couldn’t find. If you’re a fossil who doesn’t know how to properly use a computer, where would you go to search for the past?”
“The Smithsonian.” Bruce chimed in when we walked past him lab. I shot him a smile, seeing as he was the only one who sided with me when I almost got them killed, he’s one of my favorites. Him and Natasha that is. Agent Romanoff was always one of my favourites.
“Exactly, there’s a big plaque dedicated to Barnes there. I say we check it out. I don’t think Barnes would stay in one place too long, he knows he’s wanted.”
“You really think he’s there?”
“Wilson, I’m a spy, its my job to know where people are.” I send over my shoulder on my way into the quinjet. I’m met with a light chuckle from Mr. Patriotism himself. “What’re you laughing at?”
“You know, you’re quite funny, agent Y/L/N.” I’m slightly startled by the title, not being used to it anymore. Does he just have that much faith that I’ll succeed? Although, I’ve only failed one or two missions. “Alright Rogers, we’ve got three hours on the jet, try to behave.”
Three hours later I’m dropped off at one of Stark’s safe houses a few blocks from the Smithsonian.
“Call when you’ve got him, we’ll send a jet. And Y/N, please, don’t hurt him unless you absolutely need to.” A quick nod and a small smile from the Captain is my parting, from here I’m on my own. I head into the small rundown house, it’s bigger on the inside, cleaner and brighter too. There’s a bed to one side and a bathroom on the other.
“There’s no place like home.”
I drop my duffle and slip a gun into the waistband of my pants. I also grab a knife and slip it into the holster in my jacket, you can’t be too careful.
I decide to take the small ‘getaway’ car in the garage. Its not as great as Steve’s bug though.
The first few days go by with no sign of the infamous soldier. I’m caught off guard to finally see the one and only sporting a baseball cap, jeans and a sweatshirt. He has gloves on too, it seems. Its not too cold, it’s only late October, he’s most likely trying to hide the metal that could set civilians into a panic and most certainly give him away. He’s standing near the plaque dedicated to the one James Barnes of the 107th.
I stand and observe him for a little while. He reads the words over and over again. Its a good ten minutes before I finally walk over, careful not to startle him. I stand next to him and read the plaque for myself.
“Bucky seems like he was a great person, definitely someone you’d want to befriend.” He seems caught off guard by my words and he takes a second to comprehend my sentence.
“Yeah I bet he was a great person.” He says. “Was.” He says. I don’t comment on it because I know I wasn’t supposed to hear it. After another few minutes of silence I start again.
“You know, Steve really misses you.” His head shoots up and his eyes are dark and guarded. He recognized the name.
“He remembers.” Steve’s words play over in my head.
“Who sent you?” He questions obviously ready for a fight.
“S.H.E.I.L.D.” the look on his face tells me he doesn’t believe me.
“They want to recruit you.” No response.
“Bucky-” recognition crosses his features, but is gone almost immediately and his eyes soften, barely. He looked like he was thinking hard, remembering.
“-Steve wants you back, he wants you to remember and I can help.” I show him my S.H.E.I.L.D badge for proof
“Let’s go because that guard hasn’t stopped watching you since you came in.” We head towards the street making our way to my car.
A tall man blocks our way. I pull out a gun and shoot. I clip his shoulder and he gets my leg, I collapse, but shoot again, this time its a head shot. The car’s gone and I can’t walk.
“How’d you get those through security?”
“Same way you got your arm through. Can you carry me, I can’t walk.” He picks me up as if I weighed nothing while I made a makeshift tourniquet.
I call Steve and then Romanoff and Banner, but none of them answer. He sets me down in a chair when we reach the safe house.
“Well, Earth’s mightiest heroes aren’t answering, I guess we’ll spend the night here. I’ll take first watch. You rest.” He hesitates, obviously not trusting me.
“If Steve trusts me, you can too. I promise.” He gets up and heads towards the bathroom. I hear the water start to run. I decide to make something light to eat for us, assuming he hasn’t had much lately. I hear the door click open.
“Hey, I made us dinner-” he standing in the doorway with only a towel wrapped around his waist. “I uhm, left my clothes.”
I hand him his clothes and try to keep my gaze from wandering. The door clicks shut again and I let out a breath I hadn’t known I was holding in. I sit on the bed and begin eating my sandwich. Bucky comes out, fully clothed with his hair neatly combed. I hand him his plate.
“You know, if there’s anything you want to know about yourself, I could try to answer, the basics at least. You’ll have to ask Rogers on the rest.”
“You know, that wasn’t me. None of it was me, I killed… So many people b-but, it wasn’t me.”
“I know Bucky.” I say taking his plate as he lays down.
He tosses and turns for hours. And when his breathing finally evens out I’m relieved to know he’s at least resting. I know what torture can do to a person. He sleeps for about an hour before he wakes up, immediately on guard. He wraps his metal hand around my throat
“Кто тебя послал?” Who sent you?
I’ve never been caught like this before, I could get out easily, but that would only make him more nervous,
“Bucky.” I choke out. “Its me, no one sent me.” His eyes soften and he drops me.
“I’m so sorry.” He says softly, glancing at the forming bruises.
“Its okay, I have them too, you know.” He looks surprised,
“Mm.” He looks at me for another second before going and sitting on the bed. He mutters quietly in Russian, but I can’t make out the words. I sidestep my bag and go to the sink.
“Drink.” I say handing him the glass. “What were you just mumbling?”
“Пытки равна прочности.”
“Torture equals strength.” We say together.
“ It was written on every surface back at Hydra.” I sit on the bed next to him, a bit closer than necessary.
“Все это будет нормально.” It’ll all be okay
He looks up at me and for the first time I see the ghost of a smile grace his features.
My phone rings interrupting our conversation.
“I’m sorry, we had a mission, I’ll come out to pick you up now.”
Thanks Clint, see you soon.“
"Katniss will be here soon, just throw your stuff in my duffle, I got it.” He does as he’s told, obviously confused, and goes back to his spot on the bed. It kind of set me off that he was trusting me. I knew well enough that it was an act. That he would try something. It was almost too easy.
Bucky became my new partner on all my missions and he’s remembering more and more.
With the help of Steve of course.
Its been about 2 years. I’ll fill you in on the details.
I was right, when Clint came, Bucky tried to escape. To kill us. He didn’t succeed. He was locked up for a while, with only minimal visits from me or from Steve. Steve helped him to remember, I was like a therapist. Maybe it was because I didn’t remind him, maybe because I was, in a sense, a stranger, but nevertheless, we grew closer. Eventually, I got Fury to agree to let Barnes roam, with me as an escort. Once he was stable enough, he began training, which, in my opinion, he didn’t need. And then he was recruited.
“Hey, Buck, we gotta go, we’re on our way to Vegas, remember?”
Finally, a mission in a nice place. We drop down and check into a nice hotel, that’s a new one. There’s a Hydra base under one of the abandoned casinos in town and its our job to take it down.
“Hey Buck, we’re in Vegas, we should do something fun.”
I say as we walk away from the burning building, cliché am I right?
“Why don’t we go back to the hotel and order room service? Watch a few movies, I’m still not caught up with the 21st century.” I laugh and nod my head in agreement.
I collapse on the bed and bury my face in the pillow.
“Are you tired, Мой ангел?”
I feel a rush of warmth at the name. Did he just call me his angel?
“No, just getting comfy.” I reply, my voice muffled my the pillow.
“I can make you comfy.” He says climbing in beside me and pulling me to him. He trails kisses up my neck to my jaw. I turn over to face him and give him a puzzled look. I’m not denying my feelings, everyone knew they were there, we’ve just never… confronted it, or even talked about it. And he’s never this carefree.
He smiles and captures my lips with his, a soft, yet hungry kiss, like he’d been waiting to do it. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he instinctively put his hands on either side of my head to hold himself up. I tuck my hand up under his shirt and he pulls away only long enough my me to slip his shirt off and throw it across the room. I trace the skin where the metal meets, its still red, but not as bad as when I caught him watching his own reflection. As if he were a monster, a few weeks after I brought him to S.H.E.I.L.D. he slipped my shirt up over my head and trailed kisses down my neck, to my chest and onto my stomach, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He brings his mouth back up to mine and his tongue skims my bottom lip. The moment ends when my phone rings insanely loudly. Bucky curses under his breath.
“What?” I snap at the person on the other line.
“Did I interrupt?” Comes the snarky voice of Tony on the other end.
“Why are you calling, Stark?”
“I sent Natasha to come get you guys, she’ll be there in a few hours.”
I end the call without a goodbye and look to the soldier piercing me with his blue eyes.
“I’m sorry.” He just chuckles and places a light kiss to my forehead.
“We’d better get dressed.” He muses a playful smirk on his face.
“To be continued, Кукла.”
summary: he didn’t believe in love, but then he met you
genre: fluff, angst(maybe??)
a/n: i don’t know how to feel about this i kinda hate it. a lot of dialogue in this one. wasn’t sure if I wanted to post this but it’s been sitting in my phone for a few months so I’ll just leave it here. I might make a part two, depending on how much people like it / request for it. might include smut in the next part :-)
Min Yoongi was a busy person. He didn’t have time for love or for any other close relationships besides with his band members. He didn’t want any scandals or any other miscellaneous things interfering with his work and the success of his group.
Of course, he loved his family and he loved his members, and he especially loved ARMY, but when it came to romantic love, he didn’t believe in it. He always felt that it was such a nuisance. A romantic relationship wouldn’t work out anyway, considering the fact that he was an idol. He didn’t have time for it, and he also knew how all relationships went. The smallest of doubt in a relationship could easily split the pair apart, ruining the bond and friendship that once was.
He found it hard to believe that romantic love was even a thing in this world because of all of the cheating, lying, and mistrust going on between couples. Even if there were no problems with the couples, they were just going to lose feelings for each other anyway, stuck in a bitter, unsatisfying relationship. He had seen it all before.
He was committed to his music only. After all, it was his first love.
You were the one whispering on my ear TELLING ME TO DRAWW ???? (thanks btw) And YEAH I bet he’s just trying to get some cowboy attention while Jesse gets more and more frustrated cuz Hanzo man is dumb this is dumb i’m so sorry
A/N: Hello again, cuties.(Someone said I have a new petname for every chapter lmao) but I’m back again and ready to serve ya drama and fluff. Everybody in my inbox is hella excited, so I’m trynna live up to your expectations. Anyway, you know the drill of 100 notes and feedback for chapter 3 and I hope yall enjoy💕
Also someone asked who do I envision as Y/N while writing and I’ll say Normani Kordei but shorter cuz I’m 5'2 lmao….ig for the non POC you can fill in the character with her
And one more thing…why is The Story of Another Us so underrated? Like it came up on my playlist while writing this and I was like the fuck? It’s been on repeat for an hour, someone help me. And Daylight too…wtf you guys.
**WARNING**: Nah, nothin just mentions of smut? Nothin serious honestly
Those four words sent your anxiety spiraling through the roof as Calum stood in your doorway with an emotionless expression. You simply nodded your head and moved to the side to allow the tall Māori to come in, following him and seating yourself on the couch. You watched as he used the remote to turn off the tv and stood tugging on his raven curls. You refused to say anything and just waited until he was ready to speak.
“Y/N,” he called out your name and you nervously began to bounce your leg.“I…what the hell?”
“You’re keeping it?”
“Of course I’m keeping it, the fuck?”
“There isn’t a way to tell if it’s mine or not before it’s born? Because if it’s not mine, Y/N….” he trailed off with a laugh that was in no means filled with joy.“You might be carrying Luke’s baby. How great is that?”
Oh my goodness gracious I had so much fun writing this!!! I wonder if I could make all of my soulmate fics series, but I’ll decide when I’m done with all of the requests. Also, the reader and Damian are 18 in this fic. I just wanted you guys to know so you don’t get confused. Enjoy!!!
A/N: Yuri on Ice!!! (Victuuri) - 24. “I’m sorry, are we 12 now?” - I got creative with this one. Recently I’ve started to like involving Phichit in fics. Enjoy XDD
Summary: [Pre-relationship] Victor finds Yuuri skyping with Phichit and decides to eavesdrop for a little. As he does, he learns some veeery interesting things about Yuuri. Like… how ticklish he is?
Word Count: 2363
“Fanclub? Phichit-kun, I’m sorry, are we 12 now?” A smile grazed Victor’s lips and he had to pick up the cold damp towel from his bare shoulders to press it against his lips as he stood outside Yuuri’s room, peeking inside and listening in.
The action was a good one that turned his laugh into a soft muffled chuckle, which did not give him away just yet. It had been a couple of minutes since he came back from his shower to find Yuuri engaged in a fascinating conversation with his buddy Phichit.
He knew very well about their friendship but was just curious about their relationship since Yuuri was often talking about the Thai figure skater, but Victor had never really seen them interact. So finding Yuuri in his room, skyping with the younger male was enough to have him stand behind the door to eavesdrop. It gave him a lot of interesting and especially hilarious information:
Phichit shipped the two of them so bad, even jokingly calling them his OTP! Genius. Victor couldn’t help but blush and giggle at this. Sure he noticed their chemistry and Yuuri even boldy invited him to be his coach. But despite all that he still seemed pretty shy, which was why he just decided to take things easy.
So hearing how Yuuri’s best friend approved of them (well, even shipped them), of course that made him very happy.
“We both know you’ve been crushing on him ever since you were little.” Also that. Yuuri idolizing him, he knew, because hell those posters and pictures and what-not in his room weren’t hidden properly.
But Phichit’s words were all the extra confirmation Victor needed to verify they were not just coach and student, not just colleagues and not just friends. They were developing a romantic bond and everyone around them probably noticed except for Yuuri himself because he probably didn’t want to believe it?
“Phichit-kun stop it! You’re being silly!” Yuuri was still flustered and scolding Mr. shipper for joking about making a fanclub solely for shipping ‘Victuuri’ as he called it, and Victor was still barely over that and the crushing- comment when the directness of Phichit’s words took a next level.
“I’m not being silly, you are. Can’t believe you’re still not dating. You even sleep and bathe together!” Phichit joked, and Victor let out another muffled laugh.
“W-we don’t sleep together!” Yuuri protested with a squeaky voice.
“Yeah yeah. I bet he hasn’t found about that either then,” Phichit said with enough sass and mischief to replace Victor’s urge to laugh with a lot of curiosity. ‘That’?
“You don’t mean that that right?” Yuuri replied. What were they talking about? That that? Phichit chuckled mischievously in response.
“Oh Phichit-kun don’t you even dare ever telling him!” Yuuri argued, sounding very nervous and embarrassed, and even though Victor couldn’t see his face, he was sure he was blushing now. More curiosity.
“Of course I am. It’s attractive, you should let him do it to you.” Do it to him!? Victor was close to having a nosebleed, or so he felt. His face was getting hot and he had no idea what these boys were talking about.
“Definitely not! It’s embarrassing!” Yuuri protested, even raising his voice.
“No it isn’t! All he has to do is touch you in the right way and–”
“PFFtt!” Victor wasn’t sure if it was his own flustered reaction, the hilarity of it all or both, but he suddenly couldn’t hold back his snorty laugh. Well now that he did that, he’d better make his entrance right away, and still laughing with his hand covering his mouth he wobbled into the room to where Yuuri was sitting.
“Victor!? How long have you–” Yuuri squeaked, but Victor patted his head and leaned over him to pay some good attention to the little ball of energy that apparently consisted of a lot of Yuuri-secrets.
“Hello Victor. How are you doing?” Phichit asked casually, and while ignoring Yuuri’s squeaky remarks about him being half naked and his questions of how much he’d heard, Victor responded merrily.
“Doing good! And very curious to your secret language. What is this attractive thing I have yet to find out?” he asked with a smirk, and Phichit giggled.
“What, he really doesn’t know yet?” Phichit reacted to Yuuri first, who jumped in surprise and shook his head, his hands waving as a silly reaction to some secret that was probably about to be spilled. Just when Victor tried to butt in again, Phichit already released him from his curiosity.
“Yuuri, why don’t you tell him how ticklish you are!”
A/N: This was requested by -sardonicjughead on Wattpad and I’m hoping this is alright, I wrote this at school lol. Enjoy some more angst my friends! ALSO I JUST WATCHED RIVERDALE AND IM DEAD IM SCREAMING IM TRIGGERED SEND HELP. Much love!
“You wouldn’t believe the day I’ve had!” Y/N exclaimed, walking into Archie’s bedroom where Jughead was playing video games. Jughead looked over to his girlfriend and rolled his eyes, he knew what was coming.
“I guess I’ll leave you two be.” Archie said, exiting from the game him and Jughead were playing and standing up. “No fooling around on my bed.” He teased as he left.
“Are you okay?” Y/N asked, looking over at Jughead who looked super pissed off.
“I’m fine.” He huffed, seating himself on Archie’s bed and pulling out his phone, he needed something to distract him from what was to come.
“Are you sure?” she asked tenderly, walking towards him.
“I said I’m fine!” he snapped, and Y/N stood stunned for a second.
“Okay, I’m sorry for asking.” She whispered, sitting on his bed. “Well anyways, I’m not going home ever again.” she said, and Jughead just shook his head.
“Why not?” he asked, not really listening to Y/N at all.
“My dad, he’s such an ass. He was drinking last night, heavily as you would imagine because when is he not-anyways, after I came home from Pops last night I found him passed out on the couch surrounded by beer cans and bottles. After I put my stuff upstairs I came back down and started to pick up the cans and bottles because I didn’t want our house to start to smell like a liquor store like it usually does. I mean I spent this whole weekend shampooing the carpet to get the beer and liquor smell out, the whole weekend! Anyways as I was picking it up, he woke up and started drunkenly screaming at me, telling me that I needed ‘to leave his shit alone’ and 'if I thought for a second I could steal his alcohol and get away with it, I was out of my damn mind’.” Y/N ranted, grabbing Jugheads pillow from the top of his bed and placing it in her lap, squeezing it. Jughead scrolled on his phone, opening a game and started to play.
“I told him I wasn’t trying to take his alcohol, and that I was only trying to pick up. I made up the excuse that I didn’t want him to step on an aluminum can and slice open his foot, or slip on a glass bottle and hit his head, although at this point I could care less if it happened.” She scoffed, and then paused. Her face fell slightly, and she sighed. “Okay I would care a little bit, I mean he is my dad for fucks sake but he is such an ass that I wouldn’t feel too bad about it.” Jughead nodded his head, trying to make it seem like he was listening and agreeing, although he had no idea what was being said.
“Yeah, I bet.” He murmured mindlessly.
“Anyways, I stood up after I had about an arms-full of cans and took them to the recycling bin out in the garage, and when I came in I started to reach for more bottles and cans, but he pushed me over, and I fell on a glass bottle, that just happened to shatter when I landed on it and I cut my arm and had to have Betty and Veronica pull broken glass out of my arm for about an hour.” She rolled up the sleeves of a green sweater she 'borrowed’ from Jughead, and revealed a large bandage running the whole length of her forearm. Again, Jughead just nodded and pretended to agree.
“Yeah, I totally understand.” He muttered, and Y/N looked at him, noticing he was playing a game on his phone.
“Are you even listening to me Jughead?” she asked, and she saw his face harden a little.
“Yeah.” He replied, and she stood up from his bed.
“What did I just say happened to me then?” she asked, placing a hand on her hip. Jughead threw his phone on the bed and looked up at Y/N.
“I don’t know, probably the same shit that you always complain about. 'oh Jughead, my dad drinks all the time and he is such an ass.’ "He mocked her, trying his best to mimic her voice. ” 'Oh Jughead, I don’t know where my mom is, she hasn’t returned my calls in days and I’m worried, I miss her so much.’ I get it Y/N, you have a shitty home life, but guess what, so do I. All you do is complain about it and I’m tired of listening.“ He erupted, and Y/N backed away slowly.
"You’re an ass, Jughead Jones.” She spat, tears welling in her eyes. “You forgot to mimic the part where he pushed me down, causing me to cut my arm open and left me bleeding, he didn’t even care.” Jugheads face softened, and worry started to replace his anger. “But that’s okay, your game was more important. I guess I forgot to add the part where the only reason I’m alive right now is probably because Veronica and Betty came to my house because I left my math text book at Pops, and they wanted to return it. But when nobody answered, they came in and found me in the kitchen, where I had passed out because I don’t do well at the sight of blood, and as you now know my arm was heavily bleeding.” She said, shoving the sleeve up again and taking off the bandages.
“I am so sorry, Y/N.” Jughead started, trying to hug the girl but she pushed him away with her good arm and showed him the wound.
“They took me to the ER where I got this stitched, and they called the police on my dad. He’s in jail now, just so you know. And I’m staying with Veronica so I don’t end up on the streets, but let me guess, you don’t care about that, do you?” she angrily asked, wrapping her wound back up.
“Look, I’m sorry I come to you and rant about my family. But it’s because you’re my boyfriend, and I thought I could come to you with things like this. I felt comfortable opening-up to you, you were the only one to know of my family problems until last night. I was forced to tell Betty and Veronica because of what happened. Did you notice I called you last night?” she asked, and Jughead hung his head low. He had ignored the call, thinking it was because she wanted to come over and rant.
“I’m going to take that as a yes.” She said. “I was calling you for help, but you didn’t even answer, you didn’t even return it, or at least text me. What the hell!” she yelled. Archie bust into the room, looking between the two of them.
“Whats going on?” he asked, and Y/N turned to face him, wiping tears from her eyes.
“Nothing, Arch, I was just leaving.” She whispered, trying to push past him. He grabbed her bad arm and she yelped in pain.
“Oh my-fuck Y/N, I am so sorry. Are you okay?” he quickly asked, pulling his hand away. She shook her head, tears flowing freely now because of the pain of her arm and the paint that her boyfriend was avoiding her.
“I’m fine, goodbye boys.” She said, hurrying out of the house. Archie and Jughead stayed silent until they heard the front door slam, and Jughead angrily threw his beanie to the wall.
“Fuck! I’m such an ass!” he yelled, and Archie looked at him worriedly.
“What the hell just happened?” he asked, and Jughead sat on the bed, shaking his head.
“I fucked up big time, I just might have lost the best thing to ever happen to me”
So this is a bigger jump in time than I origionally wanted, but oh well! Damian the the reader have not started dating yet. Here is a little bit of angst for everyone! I don’t know when I’ll post next.
“Y/N? What are you doing here?”
You scrub the rain off your
face, “Hey, Jay …”
Jason quickly pulls you into
the house, “What happened? I thought you were spending the weekend at the
You let out a soft sob, “Damian
and I got in a fight”
Jason tenses, his hands tightening
slightly on your shoulder before loosening, “Come on, lets get you into some
dry cloths and you can tell me what happened”
He gently nudges you toward
his room, “Can I get out the blue sweater?”
Jason knows that when you pull
out the blue sweater it means that you are really upset, so he just calls out
the affirmative. Flopping down on the couch Jason groans, “He’s only 16, how
bad could he have fucked up?”
– (Earlier that night) –
Wayne Enterprise had decided
to host a charity gala that Friday night, and you had been invited, but not by
Damian. You hadn’t even known about the gala until you showed up at the Manor
after school. Dick greeted you with a grin and a dress, telling you to get
ready. Thinking that Damian had set all of this up, you made sure to look your
best for the gala. This would be the first event that you were seen with Damian
at and you wanted to look your best.
“Dick, will you help me with
Instead of Dick, Alfred walked
in, “I believe that I would be much better suited for this task, Miss Y/N. I
used to help Bruce’s mother with her hair before similar events, it shall be
nice to help in this way again” You smile up at the older man, letting him do
whatever he wanted with your hair.
When you next opened your eyes
you are in awe. Alfred had pulled your hair up into a beautiful waterfall
braid, and throughout the curled waved he had placed beautiful jewels, making every
movement sparkle. “It’s beautiful”
“Indeed you are. Now, I seem
to have lost track of time, and I believe that you will be fashionably late for
You arrive at the gala in a
limo, almost an hour after the arty started. Dick glances over at you, “Even
though we’re late, I don’t think that we’re the last ones to arrive”
You giggle, and accept his
help in getting out of the car. The long green dress, and matching heels can be
difficult to navigate in, so you use your powers a little bit to make sure you
You walk into the gala with a
smile on your face, but it instantly drops as soon as you see Damian. He’s
surrounded by models, two are hanging off of his arms, and a third has her arms
around his neck. “Dick …”
Dick see’s what you’re looking
at, “Shit, Y/N. We should go this was a mistake. I’m so sorry …”
“Is this why he didn’t want me
to come?” you whisper.
Dick whips you around so you’re
facing him, “Y/N listen to me, don’t jump to any conclusions. Damian could have
a perfectly reasonable explanation for this”
You turn back around, this
time to find Damian kissing, more like making out, with one of the models, the
other two peppering kisses all over his face and neck. “Yeah, I bet he does”
Damian’s eyes open when the model
pulls back, and he makes eye-contact with you. Instead of waiting around you
pull away from Dick and quickly make your way to the roof. “Y/N!! Y/N wait!”
Completely ignoring Damian,
you burst onto the roof, and storm to the edge. “What?!? What do you want
“I wanted to apologize for
what happened …”
You let out a hysterical
laugh, already on the verge of tears, “Why would you need to apologize?! You
seemed to really be enjoying yourself in there!”
“No! They meant nothing!”
Damian was slowly trying to get closer to you, one hand reached out.
“Oh, they meant nothing?! It
didn’t look like they meant nothing! They were all over you! I thought that we …
that you and I … were more than friends … but now that I saw that I know I was
wrong” You draw your-self up to your full height, “I guess I was wrong, Damian.
I apologize for loving you. Love is obviously something that a Wayne man is
incapable of” You snarl. “Goodbye”
Flinging yourself off the roof
you purposefully block out anything that Damian says, and you fly to the only
place that you feel safe, Jason’s.
– (Present) –
Jason sits, shocked, on the
couch, trying to absorb everything you just told him. He sighs and opens his
arms, “Come here, sweetheart”
You lunge across the sofa, burying
yourself in Jason’s arms, and you finally cry like you want to. “Why does it
hurt so much?” you sob. If feels like your heart was torn out and left on that
rooftop, like a piece of you is missing.
“I’m so sorry he hurt you like
this. But I’m here, sweetheart, I’m here.”
Jason rocks you back and forth
gently, and slowly your tears begin to stop and you start to get tired, “’m
“Go to sleep then. I’ll make
sure no one bothers you alright?”
You nod sleepily, closing your
eyes and letting exhaustion overcome you.
Soon after Jason puts Y/N to
bed there is a knock on his front door. It’s Damian, of course it’s Damian.
Jason flings the door open, his broad shoulder taking up almost the entire
doorframe, “What do you want, brat?”
“I need to see, Y/N. I need to
explain what happened. Please, Jason, let me …”
“I think you’ve done enough
tonight” Jason interrupted, “She’s a mess, and it’s your fault. The best thing
you can do right now is get the hell off my doorstep, go home, and figure out
how you’re going to win her back. Because if you leave things the way they are,
you are missing out on the chance of a lifetime, babybat. And honestly that’s
something I would hate to see”
Damian’s shoulders slump, he
looks like the weight of the world is dragging him down, “Can I see her,
please, I won’t do anything. I just need to know that she’s safe. Please,
Jason, that’s all I’m asking.”
Jason sighs but moves aside.
He leads Damian to his bedroom door and slowly opens it a crack, just enough
for Damian to see the state that Y/N is in. Her hair in a tangled mess, makeup streaked
her face, and she looks so small, curled up in Jason’s large bed. It makes a
surge of protectiveness and guilt build up in Damian. He had caused Y/N pain,
even after he had promised to protect her.
Damian quietly closes the
door, “Thank you” He heads back to the front door, “Will you make sure that she
“You know I will”
He nods, “Thank you, for
Jason sighs, “Listen, kid. I
know that Bruce was probably the one who set you up with the models, I know you
probably didn’t want them at all. But the fact of it is that Y/N did see you
with them. You need to make her feel like she is the only girl in the entire
world who exists, that your love only exists for her. You need to prove to her
that you are Her Dami, that you aren’t the Damian Wayne she saw tonight.” Jason
raked a hand through his hair, “I don’t want to see her in pain, and I don’t
want to see you hurting either. Remind her that you are hers just as much as
she is yours. If you do that, then you might have a chance of winning her back.
But before you do, you have to ask yourself a very important question. What are
you willing to do, give up Y/N for good, or disobey your father? Once you
choose, then decide what to do, because you can’t have both. You can’t expect
to be seen as a playboy like Bruce, and still keep Y/N”
Damian nods at the end of
Jason’s speech, “Thank you, Jason. You … you are a good brother. I know now
what I have to do”
fight tear them apart or will they be able to reconcile? WHO KNOWS!!!!!!
Prompt from anon: Can you write jughead x reader where jug is angst/jealous?
Prompt from anon: Ooo have I got a request for youuu HOW BOUT WE VISE VERSA THIS CRAP where reader starts dating Reggie (or someone else) and Juggie likes her before he admits it she tells him that Reggie (or someone else) finally told her “I love you” and angsty angst angst and omg I love angst…wait did I mention angst? :)))
When Jughead heard the bell jingling around Pop’s signaling the front door being opened, he didn’t pay much attention to it. His fingers continued typing on the computers keys, the words flowing out of his mind. At the sound of your laugh however, Jughead looked up and frowned, his train of thought coming to a halt.
There you were.
With Reggie. Your boyfriend. Jughead sighed as he watched the two of you lovingly interact, Reggie saying something that made you laugh again.
He was jealous. He wanted to groan every time he saw the two of you together. Every time Reggie gave you a dozen red roses, Jughead swore that he’d give you three dozen. For every kiss, Jughead promised a million more.
But he knew it didn’t matter. None of it did. Because Reggie had the one thing Jughead couldn’t buy.
When it came to being a good boyfriend, Jughead couldn’t fault the jock. Jughead didn’t know how he felt about that. He was happy you were being treated right, but at the same time, he wanted you to find an excuse to leave him. But Reggie was the sweetest person in the world when it came to you. He always got you flowers and chocolates. He never raised his voice at you. He didn’t even pick on Jughead anymore. He was… perfect.
And Jughead hated that. Hated it. He desperately tried to find a flaw, any flaw regarding Reggie and came up with nothing. In the end, he knew that he only had himself to blame. In his opinion at least. He had his chance to tell you he loved you and he blew it.
Archie had warned him about this. Told Jughead that he needed to tell you about his feelings before someone else swept you off your feet. Jughead had brushed him off, saying that he had time. That he would tell you he loved you soon.
Not soon enough.
A mere two weeks later, Jughead was typing away on his laptop at Pop’s when you barged in, running over to him. He had never seen you this excited before. You breathlessly told him about how Reggie had asked you out on a date and Jughead’s heart fell.
It never really stopped falling after that.
You caught Jughead’s gaze and smiled widely at him. You said something to Reggie who nodded before giving you a quick kiss. You turned away from the jock and made your way over to your best friend, sitting in front of him.
“Hey, Juggie.” you said before taking a sip of his milkshake.
He swatted your hand away, failing to bite back a smile at your action.
“Get your own, Y/N.” he smirked.
You rolled your eyes, sitting back.
“How’s the novel going?”
Jughead sighed, looking back at his laptop screen.
“It’s going,” he said. “How about you and Reggie? How are you two?”
You smiled shyly and looked down.
“H-He told me he loved me the other day.” you said quietly, blushing.
Jughead swallowed the lump in his throat.
“He did, huh?” he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
“Yeah. God… I love him so much, Juggie. I really do.” you said as you turned around, looking at your boyfriend as he placed your orders.
Jughead swallowed again.
“Yeah. I bet.” he said quietly.
He looked up and saw Reggie waving you over, your takeout in his other hand. You turned back to Jughead, getting up.
“I gotta go, but I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? Bye, Juggie!” you said before returning to Reggie, the two of you interlacing your fingers together.
The two of you walked out of the diner and Jughead let out a shaky sigh, sitting back.
Not soon enough.
A/N: EHEHEHEHE ANGST. Send feedback please!! I’d love to hear what you thought!
"I need you to scream. You're Karen Page he's the Punisher, he will come for you." in which Karen hurt and taken by a villain and Frank is enraged. (I was inspired by the Tarzan trailer)
Hey, so today I actually cracked 1000 followers and I cannot believe it! I’m so happy there are so many people here that like this ship as much as me and I’ve had so much fun reading the stories everyone has written and reblogging the edits and the wonderful amazing fanart. I have so little to offer fandom sometimes, and I’m way too broke to do a giveaway, but I thought if I sat down and really concentrated on filling a prompt that might be enough to commemorate this little milestone. :D I hope you like it.
The last thing she remembered was the smell of violets, dainty petals pushed against her nose, the sweet scent invading her sinuses. She’d closed her eyes for half a second to lose herself in the scent, to imagine that he had been the one to leave them on her fire escape. How stupid could she have been?
Now the only thing she could smell was the dank mildew of an underground dwelling. Poorly ventilated and even more poorly lit. The back of her head throbbed and she knew without checking that there was rather large knot underneath her yellow hair, perhaps even a gash if the moisture dripping down the back of her neck told her anything. Her sight was the last sense that came into play, an errant thought passing through the back of her mind as she wondered if this is how it was for Matt.
Her pupils adjusted to the dimness, faint far off light filtering down into her cell, the bars casting shadows across the dirty floor. It wasn’t the first time she’d been locked up, but she had to admit that the clean yet stark cells downtown were a lot more preferable than where she was now.
You laid on your bed, mindlessly scrolling on your phone, checking out the social media when there was a knock on your bedroom door.
“Hey. I let myself in…”
You looked up at the tall blonde who stood in your doorframe and exchanged smiles as a greeting.
“You know you’re allowed to do that, dummy, you practically live here,” you giggled.
He came and sat on the end of your bed as you hoisted yourself up to sit cross legged, which he soon mirrored.
“So, how was your weekend at Jason’s?” he asked as you as he flicked through his phone, ready to get the takeout menu on his app for you to order your usual feast.
“Good! Yeah good.”
“Did he take you out like he promised?”
You looked down in your lap and played with the strings of your sweats.
Michael rolled his eyes before tapping in his order.
“Y/N, he promised to treat you after his shitty excuses for standing you up last week.”
You sighed as Michael began to scold you for letting your boyfriend get away with shit again.
“I know, but he was tired. He was at a work’s do the night before and he was still hungover…”
The blonde rolled his eyes again at your pathetic attempts to defend Jason.
“Yeah, but I bet he wasn’t too tired for you to help him get off…”
You focused your gaze anywhere else but at Michael, a total dead giveaway as to what you had done that weekend.
“Seriously? You let him take advantage of you again?”
Michael passed his phone to you for you to add your order to the list as he gazed over at the beauty of your natural features, your brow furrowing as you studied the menu.
“It’s not like I didn’t enjoy it,” was what you mumbled.
Michael scoffed as he leaned his elbow on his knee and rested his chin on the palm of his hand.
“So you’re telling me you’re fine with being his little sex toy? Because from what I’m getting here is that he just fucks you and drops you, does what he wants and doesn’t take what you want into consideration. Look how excited you got to be able to go on your date, you dragged me to three - count ‘em- three shops to pick out an outfit, so don’t bullshit me with the fact that you weren’t that bothered.”
He was right. Jason did take advantage of you and it did seem pretty one sided on the relationship. But this was your first real relationship, not some high school lust.
“They have 15% off the extra large pizza, are you getting one?” You tried your best to shift the topic from your tragic love life to something else; like Michael’s true love.
“It’s like you don’t even know me, Y/N” was what he teased.
After devouring your takeout and downing a few beers, you and Michael cuddled up on the sofa to watch Love Rosie. It was your favourite film and he was probably sick of watching it, but he did nevertheless because he knew how much you loved it.
“See? Rosie ended up finding someone who can treat her good,” Michael pointed out while taking another sip on his bud.
“What’s your point, Clifford?”
“Well, you deserve someone who can treat you better.”
He looked towards you, as you looked down, thinking about the reality of your relationship with Jason. Maybe it was the alcohol making you realise, but the guy was a fuckboy but with you on a lead and collar.
You turned to face Michael, but refused to look him in the eye.
“He’s the one that I want…”
“Bullshit,” Michael scoffed. “You’re with him because you’re scared of being alone at our age, Y/N. I know you, I can read you like a book.”
He stared into your eyes, no falter. Dammit, you hated how he knew you so well.
“Why settle for some shit bag when what you’re truly looking for is still out there…” he began to inch closer to you. “Maybe…. even right under your nose…”
You eyes trailed down to Michael’s mouth which was inching closer and closer to your own. As he captured your lips in his, you began to automatically kiss back, feeling the electricity rush through you, something you hadn’t truly felt in such a long time. It took a few moments for you to sober up a little and realise what the fuck was going on, so you pulled away.
“Why? Was that really so bad?”
“Yes, you know it was. You’re drunk.”
He let out a low chuckle before catching your eyes with a soft gaze.
“Maybe the alcohol tonight is my wingman to get me to say what’s been on my mind for so long.” His voice was raspy and barely above a whisper.
You searched his face for any falters, but there were none.
“Y/N. Who knows you better than I do? I know you like the back of my hand. Better than I know my way around every decent bar in Amsterdam. Jason is a fool. A fucking idiot. A right gobshite. Because he’s just using you like a human fleshlight, too blind and obnoxious to really see the girl that’s putty in his hands. Because he only cares about himself. Any guy to use you is a right bellend because they’re tricking themselves out of the full potential of a relationship. You’re smart, funny, beautiful beyond belief…”
Intoxicated or not, you couldn’t help but feel the burning fire of intimacy that was building up with Michael. His pointer finger began to lightly draw patterns on your thigh, causing the heat between your legs to burn up.
“I’d never treat you the way he does, Y/N. Say the word… and I’m yours, baby girl.”
Your eyes trailed up and down the Aussie’s body; from his luscious locks and gorgeous green eyes, down his handsome build and back up to his smile that had the ability to make you melt.
You launched yourself forward and began to kiss Michael dry of the utter passion he put into the words that had your head spinning. He placed one hand on your soft cheek, another on the back of your head to deepen the lustful kiss. He traced your bottom lip for you to grant him entrance. You smiled into the kiss to deny him entrance. He mocked your action before pulling you flush closer to him, causing you to gasp in which that moment his tongue slid into your mouth, covering every single square inch. Your hands tangled in the nest of his silky blonde hair, feeling the sparks of exhilaration cascading within your body.
As you finally pulled away for air, Michael leaned his forehead against yours, looking down at you with a Cheshire grin.
“I promise I won’t let you down,” he breathed out. “I’ll never let you down.”
Hey guys! I had a lot of fun writing this one. I got a new huge man henely to use as PJs and got this idea. I hope y’all enjoy it. Also I really recommend sleeping in a huge man henley. SO COMFY. Happy Wednesday!
Not my gif, is probably never my gif, props, thanks, and credit to the gif maker.
Warnings: language, as always.
When you had first heard that you would have the tower to yourself for a few days, you were pretty excited for the alone time. Clint, Sam, and Thor were going home, Tony was taking Pepper on a romantic weekend, and the others were going on a mission, leaving you to hold down the fort.
But three days passed and you were ready for them to come back. The tower was freaky with no one in it and it was way too quiet without the bickering, the bets, and the strategy discussions you were so used to hearing.
You also had nightmares. Yours were nothing compared to Bucky’s, but they were still scary and being alone in the tower seemed to make them worse.
You and Bucky had bonded over your similarity and had quickly become friends who were ready to swoop in and save each other when the night became too much to handle.
But for the past few days, your knight in shining left arm wasn’t there to protect you. And it didn’t take you very long to go to extreme measures in order to feel safe again.
Your first night alone, your nightmares wouldn’t stop, leaving you covered in sweat and completely exhausted. Desperate for some relief, an idea popped into your head.
You ran across the hallway, now a terrifying act because of the bloody scenes your brain just provided you, and opened the door to Bucky’s empty bedroom. His scent floating in the room immediately calmed you, reinforcing your brilliant idea.
You tore open the drawer of his dresser and pulled out the first shirt your fingers touched. You swiftly pulled it on over the pajama shirt you were already wearing and hustled back to your room after closing Bucky’s door behind you.
You left your beside lamp on and tucked yourself into bed. Only when you were safely under the covers did you feel the scent on his shirt swim around your body.
Its long sleeves were baggy around your arms and the shirt was so long the hem of it touched the middle of your thighs. You wrapped your limbs around the pillow next to you and nuzzled your face into your shoulder so you would smell the shirt with every inhale you took. It was like having him there.
Needless to say, you slept very well for the rest of the night. And the night after that.
By the third night, you just accepted the blue long sleeved Henley as your new pajama shirt.
That night, you decided to watch your favorite movie. No one on the team liked it, so you never got to watch it on movie nights. With no one else in the tower, now was the perfect time to indulge in a rom com.
Clad in your new PJ’s, you plopped down on the couch and right as the opening credits began to roll, you heard a familiar voice saying “Oh no. Not this one again.”
You spun around to see Tony peeking his head into the room, clearly refreshed from his romantic, relaxing weekend.
You watched the rest of the team file in behind him, giving you waves and hellos before heading to their bedrooms. Steve and Bucky did not head to their rooms right away, however.
“Oh, leave her alone to watch her movie, Tony.” Steve came to your rescue.
Tony snorted out a “Good night” and followed the others up to his room.
Steve and Bucky walked into the kitchen and as Steve opened the fridge he asked you, “So, (Y/N), how was your weekend alone?”
“It was fine. Very quiet.”
“Yeah I bet” He laughed after chugging down a glass of orange juice. He continued, “Well, I’m gonna head upstairs. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”
You watched him walk out of the room until your eyes met Bucky’s. He was staring at you and after a few seconds of silence you asked, “What?”
“Is that my shirt?”
“No.” You lied.
You nodded your head.
“Because it looks like my shirt.”
You were silent. How creepy were you, stealing his shirt and wearing it around the tower while he was gone? You hadn’t really thought about it until now.
He walked over to where you were sitting on the arm of the couch. “And it smells like my shirt.”
Your eyes fell to your shoes. “It’s your shirt” you broke. “I was having nightmares and wearing it helped and- I, I’m sorry, I swear, I’ll wash it and give it back tomorrow.” The words were flying out of your mouth, you were surprised he understood any of it.
“(Y/N), it’s okay! I’m just teasing ya, doll.” When you finally had the courage to look up at him you saw him laughing at you.
“I’m just surprised you didn’t take the red one.” He knew it was your favorite color.
You laughed and fell back onto the couch. Looking at him standing above you, you said “Wanna watch this with me?”
“Yeah, sure.” He walked around the couch and sat beside you, lifting your head to place it on his lap.
The next morning after you ate breakfast, you gathered your laundry together, including the borrowed shirt, and walked downstairs to throw the load in the washer.
When you returned to your room a few minutes later, you saw a folded red Henley sitting on your bed with a note attached to it. You picked up the shirt, the touch of your fingers releasing a familiar smell, and read the note.
Hello loves! Sorry for the delay in getting this chapter out, it’s mostly plot development and I honestly had a hard time writing it! I hope you all enjoy it more than I do, as you are often less critical of my work!
You awoke to someone banging on the clinic door. You carefully rose from the bed, letting the world stop spinning before making your way to the door where the banging continued. “Alright, alright, I’m coming! Jesus!” Mornings had never been your strong suit, and you were very groggy from the sedatives that Dr. Carson had given you. You threw the door open and grumbled “Christ Negan, you could have just…OH!”