you broke the lift

2AM - part 6 (A Minseok Series)

Genre: Angst

Characters: Minseok X You

The soundtrack and inspiration this chapter is Happier by Ed Sheeran.

2AM [M] - part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11

You awoke some hours later alone with memories of your breakdown in front of Minseok, his reaction, his tearful apologies that faded as the grief and pain in your heart took over.

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Drug Wars (Pt. 4)

mafia!Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: There will be very explicit sexual content, violence, drugs, graphic descriptions of everything, so please don’t read if you’re easily triggered and please don’t do drugs.

A/N: I don’t know, I’m sorry. You should probably read from Part 1, because this will just spoil everything for you. Also, I don’t know why I keep doing that thing with the milk, just view it as a metaphor. None of these pictures are mine, credits to the owners. 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 | The Real Drug War


The air was cold and filled with cries.

“Where are you taking him?!”

You were running, each step echoing through the empty corridor – you kept shouting, but he didn’t stop.

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Jeff Atkins - Request #1

Please can you do a Jeff imagine where him the reader and him are high school sweethearts and it’s years later and it’s some kind of big event like a wedding or anniversary or the birth of their child idk you choose but your writing is fab!

After tossing and turning most of the night, you gave up on sleep. With the baby kicking and moving, you couldn’t get comfortable enough to relax. She was usually pretty good about letting you sleep but tonight she was being fussy and it was painful. So you stood and threw on one of Jeff’s shirts, they were just about all that fit you this late into your pregnancy. Walking into the kitchen you put on lullabies on your phone and made yourself a warm glass of milk.

You had read that babies reacted to music, even in the womb, so when she would get active at night, you’d put on some music and let her relax.

“When the wind blows, the cradle will rock.” You sang quietly, your hands cradling your belly as you swayed slowly to music. “When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall, and mommy will catch you, cradle and all.”

You sighed when the movements continued. Tying your hair up in a ponytail, you let out a tired exhale. The clock on the oven read 3:29 AM and instead of being curled up against Jeff, you were dancing in the kitchen.

Your mind wandered to what it would be like when she got here. Would she be this fussy? You were a fussy child or would she be calm like Jeff. Would she look like you, or him, or a perfect combination of the two? All it was so exciting, all you knew was that you were ready for her to come out.

You reached for your phone, trying to remember the song you parents used to sing to you when you were restless. You could recall the nights you’d keep them up to the point of exhaustion and they would strap you in the car and drive around, singing to you until you fell asleep.

Night Moves. That was the song they would sing. Night Moves by Bob Seger.
They were in love with classic rock and somehow it soothed you right away.

You found the song on your playlist and pressed play, starting to dance again.

“Working on mysteries without any clues, working on our night moves” You sang along. “Trying to make some front page drive-in news. Working on our night moves.”

“Are you singing Bob Seger to our baby?”

You jumped, hearing Jeff’s voice behind you. Turning around, you saw him standing at the doorway, sleepy-eyed and ruffled hair, with that same smile you fell in love with freshman year of high school. He’d grown a lot since then. His voice was deeper, his features chiseled and rugged. But even at 27, his boyish charm had never left him.

“I think it’s working.” You smiled, nodding you your head.

“Well then.” He chuckled, crossing the room. “Let me help.”

He took your hand, spinning you around before pulling you against him. With one hand on your waist, the other on your belly, he swayed you to the music, holding you close.

“Working on our night moves, trying’ to lose those awkward teenage blues.” He sang out loud with a smile, his forehead leaned on yours as he held your gaze. “Working on our night moves. And it was summertime. Sweet summertime, summertime.”

You laughed, laying your head against his solid chest as the two of your danced in your kitchen in the middle of the night as you tried to ignore the pain and pulsating in your stomach. There was not a moment in your relationship when you weren’t reminded of why you loved this man so much. He was your best friend through and through.

Suddenly the pain became too much and you let go, holding your stomach tightly. Jeff instantly got worried, holding onto you so you didn’t fall over.

“Babe?”

You felt a pop and suddenly the ground was wet. It felt like you were peeing but the fluid was clear. Was that…? Was this …? Did your water just break?

Oh shit. It did.

“Babe, I think my water just broke.” You said calmly while in shock, slowly lifting your head to meet Jeff’s terrified gaze.

“How - what - what do we -”

“Jeff my water just broke!” You said louder as the realization of the situation hit you.

“What - what do we do?!” He asked, sensing your panic and starting to panic himself.

“We - we have to to go to the hospital. I’ll get changed. You grab our hospital bags.” You instructed, waddling away from the puddle to make your way to the bedroom.

Jeff helped you to the room, helping you change into clean clothes and ran down to the car, throwing the bags and the carseat into the back before running up to help you down to the car.

Your breathing had become more and more labored at that point and he held your hand. “This is it baby.” He whispered with a smile. “Breathe with me just like they said in the classes.”


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After you got to the hospital, Jeff called your families to let them know you were in labor while the nurses set you up in the room. The pain had become increasingly worse and Jeff was by your side, holding your hand the entire time, helping you concentrate on your breathing, helping you cool down with damp towels to wipe your sweat, having the nurses grab you ice chips and feeding them to you.

Your eyes filled with tears, not only from the pain of the contractions but also from the overwhelming emotions.

“Hey, hey” He said wiping your tears. “You’re doing great baby.”

“That’s not it.” You cried, holding his hand tightly. “This is the last time it’ll ever be just the two of us. After this we won’t be Y/N and Jeff - we’ll be mommy and daddy.”

You and Jeff had been high school sweethearts since freshman year. You went to the same college. Jeff had asked you to marry him on the field during one of his baseball games in front of an entire stadium of people. You got married after graduation. Bought a home two years later. Now after 12 years of being together, you were about to bring your first child into the world.

He hung his head in a smile, “I know babygirl, I know but it’s a good thing. We’re about to be a mom and dad to a beautiful baby girl that we’ll love more than anything in this world.”

You knew all of this was your hormones talking. You were so ready to be a mom. You and Jeff had done classes. You both had read all the books. Your home was filled with baby things. It was time.

“I love you so much.” You breathed, squeezing his hand through another painful contraction.

They had gotten closer and closer together by this point so a nurse came in to check.

“Full dilation.” She smiled, “It’s time mama. Are you ready?”


Your breath caught in your throat and full of fear. you looked at Jeff who’s face was now pale as a ghost. Despite all of that he was holding it together for you like he always did.

He smiled, running his fingers back through your hair. “You got this baby.”

You nodded, turning to look at the nurse. “I’m ready.”

She smiled sweetly, looking between the two of you before she headed out of the room. Only a few minutes passed before she returned with another nurse, preparing the machines and whatever the doctor would need.

To calm your anxiety you looked at Jeff the whole time. He locked his eyes with yours, ignoring everything else happening in the room. With his hands running through your messy hair, he smiled, leaning in to kiss you.

The doctor came and sat between your legs and it wasn’t long before you had to start to push. Jeff held one leg, the nurse held the other. You screamed through the pain, pushing for what felt like hours before you finally started to crown. Jeff took a peak and it looked like he was about to faint but turned his head to you instead.

“I swear, you’re incredible, babe. You’re like superman right now.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss your head with his eyes full of tears. “I love you so much baby.”  

You cried, smiling as you looked up at him before you screamed in pain with another push. You had planned on having your mother by your side during the birth but because you weren’t due for another week and a half, your families hadn’t flown down yet. Yet in that moment, you were glad that nobody was next to you but Jeff. Your life was with this man and he would be the one by your side for the rest of your life. This was all you needed.

With one final push you heard the cry of your baby and all of the pain you’d just went through seemed to fade away.

“Mr. and Mrs. Atkins, say hello to your baby girl.” The doctor smiled.

The baby was placed on your chest and you kissed her head, holding the little angel as Jeff wrapped his arms around you, both of you unable to stop from crying at the sight of her. Just like that, you were okay being known as Mom and Dad from now on.

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The chaos calmed by the end of the night. The baby was cleaned and brought back to your room for the rest of the night. You had been able to breastfeed and Jeff learned to swaddle and change the diaper. Then as much as you had wanted to stay awake and stare at your beautiful girl you had drifted off to sleep for a little while.

 The sound of her crying had woken you up but instead of moving, you opened your eyes to see that Jeff was already picking her up to rock her gently. He was already a natural at this. You pretended to still be asleep as you watched him with her. He looked at her like she was the most precious thing in the world. Grabbing your phone, he put on Night Moves with the volume low and danced slowly with the baby.

“Sweet summertime summer time.” He sang lowly to her until she quieted down, cooing in his arms with her big beautiful eyes looking up at him.

You watched him take a seat on the chair, holding her in his arms as he looked down at her with tear glossed eyes rimmed with dark circles from lack of sleep but a smile on his face nonetheless.

“I knew from the moment I met your mother that she would be my wife. We would talk about one day having a baby. We both wanted a girl. I never thought I could have more love for your mother than I already did, but watching her today…” He sniffled back a tear. “She gave me the greatest gift on earth. She gave me you. And I will thank her for that every day because you are the love of my life. I promise that I will love and care for you with every fiber of my being. As long as there is breath in me and your mother, you will never face anything alone. Everything I am and everything I have is yours.”

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Invisible, Chapter Fourteen

Summary: Cursed as a child, you have lived your entire life invisible and alone. When deaths start happening in your town, the Winchesters come rolling in to investigate. What will happen when Dean is the first one who has been able to see you since you were a kid? Will Sam believe that you’re real? Will Dean believe you when you tell him you haven’t killed anyone? And why, after all of this time, is Dean Winchester the only one who can see you?

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Warnings: Smut; Domination; Swearing

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You and Sirius Black were the hottest couple at Hogwarts. Everyone knew that the notorious playboy was a puppy in love and that you had him wrapped around your little finger since day one.

You had been official for the past six months, but had been fucking in secret for over a year. You didn’t want to be associated with him in public, nor allow him the opportunity to break your heart, so you had preferred the low-key “friends with benefits” approach. That is, until you realized you had fallen for the devilishly handsome boy with the grey eyes which saw right into your soul.

Sirius treated you like a lady in public - he adored you. He opened doors, he brought you flowers, he peppered you with kisses at every chance he got. He was head over heels in love with you. But this translated into something completely different in the bedroom. He was dominate, he was the boss, he was rough. His almost animalistic approach to fucking you and making you cum was the one thing that drove you over the edge and ensured that you thought of nobody else but him. And today was no exception.

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You sat in Transfiguration, gazing at McGonagall with a crease between your eyes, tapping your wand on your leg impatiently. Sirius had been teasing you for the past few days, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, brushing his hands against your breasts in passing and squeezing your arse when nobody was looking. His actions had become more and more suggestive and you were going crazy with lust. You NEEDED him. The aching between your legs had started last night, and you had tried to quench your thirst by rubbing yourself, but the thought of Sirius’ hard cock thrusting relentlessly into you left you nothing but impatient and unsatisfied. You began to throb between your legs as your mind brought back memories of your last midnight session with him, where he took you from behind in the boys dormitory while the other Marauders slept. You closed your eyes as you closed your legs, pressing them together to alleviate the heaviness that was building up down there.

The bell rang and your eyes snapped open. You looked over at Sirius. He was laughing and joking with James, a carefree smile on his gorgeous lips as he casually ran his fingers through his raven hair. “Fuck him” you thought. “He’s having the time of his life while I’m suffering to get through a day because of his antics? Not today, Black.

You shoved past your friends, ignoring their protests and marched over to your boyfriend. He caught sight of your face and recognized a fire in your eyes. He knew he was in trouble.

“Love? Everything okay?” Sirius said, gently placing his arm around your shoulders.

“Come with me.” You said as you shook him off you and marched up the stairs towards the third floor. You heard James call after you (something about taking his best friend away from him again) but you ignored it.

You pushed open a door that led to an empty classroom, Sirius right behind you.

“Baby doll, what’s wrong?”

Sirius closed the door and dropped his bag to the floor. You closed your eyes for a few seconds until you felt Sirius standing right behind you. Your switch flipped and you threw your school bag to the side. You spun around and lunged at Sirius, grabbing him behind his neck and pulling his face to yours. The intensity of the kiss was so strong that Sirius didn’t think to protest. After a split second he pulled you even closer to him as he placed his hands on your back and lifted you off the ground. You swung your legs around his waist and clung to him as he kissed you, his tongue forking into yours.

He stumbled slightly backwards and landed on the unused teachers desk, your hands moving to his shirt as you lifted it from his grey pants.

Sirius broke free from the entanglement of your kiss, breathing heavily and stopping your hands with one of his.

“Y/N”, he breathed. “What are you doing? What’s wrong with you?”

You looked deeply into those grey eyes of his, a frown between your brows.

“Fuck, Sirius. You’ve been driving me mad these past few days. I need you. I want you. Can you just shut up and fuck me?”

You saw the immediate shock on his face. Sirius was the one who usually barked out the orders in the bedroom. This change of role was intense and caused him to hesitate, but you saw something reflected in his eyes as his lips twitched into a smile that made your heart skip a beat. “As you wish, mistress”

He grabbed you by your waist and pulled you closer to him, his lips meeting yours once more. As he kissed you with a new hunger, you felt his cock grow beneath you. An involuntary moan escaped your lips as his hands trailed beneath your school skirt and up your backside. He squeezed your cheeks and began to pull at your panties. You lifted yourself up slightly so that he could pull them to the side, one finger sliding easily into your wet cunt. Sirius smiled into your lips as he felt you dripping onto his hand.

He chuckled softly into your mouth. “If I knew this was what was waiting for me, I would have left McGonagall’s class a long time ago.”

He pressed two fingers into you as his other hand pushed you down onto him from the back. You gasped at the pressure and lifted your face to the ceiling. Sirius took the opportunity to suck on your neck, knowing he would leave a mark for the school to see. As he played with you, fingers running in and out of your slit, rubbing your throbbing clit, you could feel his own cock moving beneath you.

You moved back and forth on his hand and legs, creating more friction but not finding the fulfillment you needed. You grew impatient and pulled away from him. He watched you as you fumbled with his belt, the edge of the desk digging uncomfortably into your shins. When you finally unclasped the buckle, you reach to pull his thick, pulsating cock from his shorts, shifting his pants only enough to get him out. Once he sprung free, you felt a vibration run up the base of your spine at the anticipation for what was to come.

You slipped your soaking panties off and kicked them to the side. You pushed him back down onto the desk and climbed on top of him, ignoring the creaks from the old desk. “I’m going to fuck you, Sirius Black.” You said, swatting his hand away from his penis. “And you’re not going to cum until I’m down with you”. The authority in your voice surprised the both of you, but Sirius smiled and placed his hands in the air. “As you command.”

You grabbed his big, thick dick between your right hand and you parted your swollen lips with the fingers of your left. You slowly lowered yourself into him, relishing at the control you had over the man below you as a loud moan left his mouth. He twitched underneath you but you dug your nails into his thighs as you leaned back, reminding him that you were the boss today.

You began to rock back and forth on his dick, feeling his growth fill you, your walls pulling at the size of him, a slight discomfort that only added to the pleasure you were feeling.

“This is what I’ve wanted for the past three days,” you spluttered, rocking viciously with each word. “Do you think it’s fair to let me feel this way? To let me finger fuck myself in the hopes of getting off?”

“N-no…” Sirius groaned as you began to ride him, your wet cunt sliding up and down his shaft, your clit grinding into his pubic bone. Your high was approaching but you wanted him to thrust into you, you needed him to take control. You stopped suddenly and leaned over to his left ear “now fuck me”.

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At these words Sirius grabbed your waist, pushing you off him but never losing contact with you. His pants fell to the floor as he bent you over the desk, spreading your legs with his feet. He took in your form as you exposed your pussy to him, his hand grabbing his cock once more. Without warning he thrust into you, making you yell. He pushed your face back down as his hand held your head to the desk. He continued to pound into you, grunting with pleasure at the way you screamed his name. You didn’t care if the whole school could hear you, all you wanted was for Sirius to fuck you into oblivion.

You felt yourself building up for release as Sirius quickened his pace. You reached your high and let go, moaning incoherently as he rode you through your climax. Still pulsing as he continued to fuck you, you realized Sirius was still hard.

“You didn’t cum?” You asked breathlessly

“You didn’t give me permission” grinned Sirius, letting go of your head. You smiled as you moved off the desk and backed into him.   “Permission granted”

The Duff ( Bucky Barnes x reader)

Oh jesus It’s been a year since I last wrote something so I might be a little rusty. Also it’s 6 AM , I’m just going to sleep and I have to wake up at 8 so I don’t have time to fix the the mistakes. 

This series is based on the movie “ the duff” 

 Warnings: language 

 Words: about 800 


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 You know how people always say how high school was the best time of their lives? or that they’ll never forget high school? Well they are completely wrong, except the never forgetting part, that is true. No matter who you are or which group you belong to, high school is something that you will never forget. 

 Take me for example; I was never the popular kid, I just kinda existed. I did have one small thing that made my social standing better. I was friends with Natasha Romanoff and Wanda maximoff, the hottest girls in the whole school. Me compared to them was like a donkey compared to an unicorn. They were both very athletic; Natasha was in a swimming and football teams and Wanda was a cheerleader. What about me? What sports did I do? Nah I wasn’t that kinda girl. I was more like a geek ( that’s what Nat and Wanda used to call me), meaning that I was into comics and movies. 

 Now every high school cliche has the “ dream hottie” that you’ll never gonna have, right? Well in this story that will be Steve Rogers. I was madly in love with him since 4th grade. He was the boy that every girl drooled over. He loomed girls with his blonde hair, bright blue eyes and his guitar. Damn him. Now I’ve only talked to him once and that was just one word at a party that Nat and Wanda insisted that I would come to. They always did this, dragging me to parties that I didn’t want to go to.

 No guys ever talked to me and if they did they only wanted me to hook them up either with Nat or Wanda and sometimes even both of them. But that party Steve actually spoke to me. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was making my way to the kitchen to get something to drink with Nat. Fortunately for me Steve and Steve’s best friend Sam Wilson were there too. Nat knew that I had a tiiiiiny crush on Steve decided to do something about it and went to talk to them, making me follow her cause I didn’t want to stand there alone and look stupid and awkward. Nat had told Steve that I also happened to play a guitar and what did he do? well  he looked me into the eyes and said “ cool” and gave me his signature smile. Oh god that was the best day of my life so far. After the party I wrote 3 paged essay about what he could have meant with that one simple word. Maybe he meant it like “ cool i don’t give a fuck” or “ cool iloveyoumarryme” hmm no doubt it. 

The next monday I was about to go to school when my car broke down on our driveway. “SHIT” I yelled as I punched the steering wheel. Luckily for me ( note the sarcasm) my asshole neighbor Bucky Barnes was just about to leave too. Now don’t think that I hate Bucky, I don’t, but since high school started he has changed a lot. We used to be best friends when we were kids. We used to do everything together, our parents used to tell us how “ some beautiful day you two will end up together and be the cutest couple there has ever been” pssh yeah right he’s an asshole nowadays. He is what people call “ the player”. He was actually quite popular, having new girlfriends every week and being the star player of boys football team.

 I quickly got out of my car and yelled for him. “ Barnes!!” He jumped a little when he heard me, clearly not expecting me to scream suddenly out of nowhere. He turned around and faced me and his shocked look turned into a smirk really fast. “What’s up Y/L/N?”

 " My car just broke do you mind giving me a lift to school? I can walk home?“ 

I tried to look as genuine as I could. He sighed and rolled his eyes. ” You don’t have to walk home" His response really made my day a little better. See the thing was that even tho me and Bucky Weren’t as good friends as we used to be ( or friends at all?) anymore, we still cared for each other, I mean we used to be the most important person in each others life for 15 years, that has to mean something right? As I got in his car I couldn’t stop thinking what this day would be like, would I grow a pair and finally talk to Steve properly? I closed my eyes and enjoyed the cold air that the AC blew at me. 

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Yess a really shitty first chapter haha 

Student Council Prez [9]

Episode 8 - Episode 9 - Episode 9.5 OR Episode 10
Words: 5.6k
Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life, High School!Au

Yoongi didn’t completely break his wrist.

When you went to the private doctor with him, they told you it was more of a severe sprain, some of his ligaments damaged from the fall. And now he had a cast wrapped around his entire arm. It would take anywhere from two to eight weeks to heal and they told you, very specifically that he was not to put any pressure on it and alleviate all heavy weights.

Yoongi on the other hand, told you that you should be happy he wasn’t suing you.

But no matter how much disdain you felt for him, you couldn’t help the wash of guilt that drowned you whole.

You were the one who pushed him after all.

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The Very Bones Of You.

This is a continuation of Sonas/Happiness which was supposed to be a one shot but it had a fantastic reaction and actually this instalment will lead directly to another prompt I have received (watch this space!) So please enjoy my own version of events for early Voyager times - *spoilers for fans of the show only* H xxx P.S this is the first time I have ever written in Claire’s voice so please do bear with me if it feels a little off - I’m working it out :-)

I remembered a time in which the cold did not seep so easily into my bones, a time when my calves did not ache with the ascension of a single slope. I looked down at the grassy bank, just visible beneath the clutch of fabric in my hands and frowned. The grass, if it could reasonably be called grass at the length it was, had made various little nicks and cuts across my knuckles and for a moment I considered shrugging out of the woollen dress and continuing upwards in just my shift and stockings and bitter March wind be damned.

“Alright, Sassenach?”

I looked up, still grinning fiendishly at the thought of leaving the heavy garment to the elements and saw Jamie smiling back at me with a mix of amusement and pity. Clearly my laboured breathing had been more pronounced than I realised and I forced my trembling legs back into motion, lunging up the hill with a renewed determination.

“Of course, just … enjoying the view.”

The cheeriness of my tone and the vacant wave across the expanse of valley below us did nothing but cause Jamie to raise one arched red brow in my direction and hold out his hand.

“Let me help ye, lass.”

“Unless you mean to carry me …”

“I probably could. Ye’re a wee wisp of a thing! Did they no’ have proper food in Boston?”

Jamie caught my elbow as I huffed past him and helped me over a sudden rocky patch of earth, his own feet sure and steady on the uneven ground.

“Ha! Flatterer! They had plenty of food and I assure you, I ate plenty of it!”

I immediately regretted trying a form a full sentence as the air left my lungs in a rush of words and seemed to remain empty whilst I gasped, sweat prickling beneath my hair.

“Ach. Weel if ye did, I ken where it’s all gone.”

Jamie grinned with an exaggerated glance at my posterior. I rolled my eyes but didn’t have the energy for further banter. We crested the top of the hill and I all but collapsed onto the nearest boulder, mopping my forehead with my already sweat soaked handkerchief and grimacing. Jamie had settled on the ground before me, like a little boy in class ready for story time from his favourite teacher but his face was carefully blank – like Brianna’s before confessing to some naughtiness when she was a little girl.  

“So, we are now safely in the middle of nowhere - what is it you have to tell me?”

The element of surprise most often worked with Bree and sure enough, colour touched Jamie’s cheekbones that could not be put down to the cold alone.

“As a matter of fact there is something, Sassenach. I should have told ye sooner but … well. I should have and I did not and ye may hold me accountable in whatever manner ye please but I would ask that ye let me finish the telling before ye have your say.”

His head had been bowed but he looked directly at me as he spoke, his eyes fixed on my own and I saw both fear and love, each battling to outdo the other and I noticed that his hands were shaking.

“Jamie, whatever it is … I’m here. We’re here. We can tackle it together.”

He made a sound half way between a laugh and a moan and stood up, his whole body seemed to vibrate with nervous tension and my own leg twitched beneath me in response.

“What is it then?”

“I … Claire, I …”

He came and stood before me, arms held rigidly at his side and his gaze burning through me, furious and wild, his emotions barely contained and for the first time, I was afraid.

“Jamie, please…”

He nodded once, then twice and finally took a breath that drew his shoulders upward before releasing it slowly through his nose. I felt almost ready to scream, panic rising in my chest with every heartbeat but forced myself to stillness, waiting for him to speak.

“I got re-married, Claire. A few years ago when I was released from my debt of servitude in England, when I came back to Lallybroch and Jenny couldna stand my listlessness anymore… it was arranged and I was wed to a widow … and …”

Jamie had started pacing, gesturing with his hands when the words stuck in his throat but I could barely hear what he was saying. The wind seemed to howl around me, through me, blocking my ears and wrenching moisture from my eyes that I did not want to feel against my cheek. Everything seemed to sharpen into focus. The way the grey light of the sky above accentuated the deep bronze threads of his hair and muted the gold. How his shirt pulled against the powerful swell of his shoulders and his lips, slightly chapped with the cold, formed the words he spoke with a delicate precision. The rough feel of his hands on my skin as he cupped my face between them and his eyes, those beautiful, slanted eyes that he had passed down to his daughter, our daughter. Brianna. Oh Bree! To have put her through all that I had only for it to come to this …

As swiftly as thick grey blankets of fog engulf unsuspecting moors in winter, misery covered me like a shroud and I found myself too numb even to weep for all that I had lost and all that I had given away.

“Please say something Claire. I ken ye must be…”

I pushed his hand away and drew upon what little courage I had left.

“We don’t need to talk about it Jamie. If you could ask Ian or one of the boys to see me back to Craigh na Dunn…”

“NO!”

The violence in his voice shook the layers of shock cocooning me from the full impact of his confession but it was his hands on my arms that penetrated it, the sudden heat of him, and the feel of his fingers biting into my flesh. I looked away and closed my eyes, unable to bear the sight of him. Mine and yet not mine at all.

“When we first wed, you were marrit and ye had to make a choice. There is no choice for me Claire, it is you. It has always been you.”

“Jamie, don’t …”

“Look at me.”

I kept my eyes shut and felt the air stir by my cheek a split second before the warmth of his palm settled there again, as gentle as a hummingbirds kiss.

“Look at me, damn ye Claire. See the truth of it for yourself and know what ye are to me, what ye have always been and will always be.”

“I can’t. If I look at you … if … I … I won’t be able to leave you.”

My voice cracked and broke over the words as Jamie lifted me to sitting.

“Please Claire.”

I swallowed and forced myself to look; I didn’t want to but something deeper than want compelled me to it and I moved on instinct for it was all I had the strength to do.

He looked tired and afraid and in the moment before I blinked, I saw his twenty-six year old self, sending me away to protect our un-born child, the same haunted lines of misery in the corner of his mouth. Yes there was love, as there had always been love. But I had been a fool to think it was enough to overcome all other disruptions of life for twenty years. I had been a fool to come back and expect it to all be the same.

“I should not have disrupted your life like this. I had no idea you had … I found no mention of a … a second wife in the history books … but I am glad you know of Brianna. You deserved to know about her.”

My voice shook again but held firm and did not break.  

“I am glad ye came back.”

“You shouldn’t be!”

I shook my head and slapped my hand against the earth in frustration.

“Jamie, you are married!”

“Aye! To you!”

“No … I mean… yes but …”

“You are my first wife Claire, the only woman I have ever truly loved and you think I would cast ye aside for a sham marriage that Jenny concocted? Christ!”

“It’s not about casting me aside! It’s about what is right!”

“THIS IS RIGHT!”

Jamie roared, his face flaming as the fire of his temper lit and caught

“You are my heart Claire! I love the verra bones of ye! Do ye ken what it has been like to live without ye?”

“Of course I fucking know! I’ve done the same as you and more! I raised your child!”

We were nose to nose, our voices raised and echoing off of the ancient stone around us, twenty years of hurt compressed into the clipped sentences we could manage to form coherently.

“Then dinna speak of leaving for I canna bear it!”

“You think I can? What would you have me do?!”

“STAY WITH ME!”

I could not say which of us started it, perhaps it was him, perhaps it was me, but we came together with the fierce and desperate longing that I had remembered from our parting twenty years before. It was not the cautious love-making of Edinburgh, nor the joyous coupling of our days since. We were fighting with the need to consume each other, the metallic taste of blood between our lips and teeth marks blooming from stark white to heavy bruised purple on collar bones. The slap of hands against taught flesh and muscles quivering with the assault of our combined efforts.

The salt of his tears stung the abrasions his teeth had left on my breast as I clutched him to me at the last, the colours of him exploding behind my eyes as my voice rose toward the grey sky above, the noise entwined with his own cry.

“Thoir maitheanas dhomh. Thoir maitheanas dhomh, mo Gradhe.”
 

Jamie’s voice was hoarse, his cheek pressed into the damp earth beside my ear. My fingers stroked the thick tresses of his hair almost without my bidding. The weight of his body pressed me into the earth, our joining an anchor for us both. I clenched my muscles and felt him move, an answering touch at the very core of my being.

“There is nothing to forgive, Jamie.”

“Whatever there was between us is there still Claire, do ye no’ feel it?”

I nodded. Whatever else was true, it was between us still, the force which had been powerful enough to survive war and starvation, even lift the veil of time itself. I love the verra bones of ye he had said and I knew it to be the absolute truth for us both for even separated by two hundred years when all that had remained of him was bones, my heart had pined for its mate and here in his arms was where I felt the most alive I ever had.

Turning my head to face him, I realised that the decision was not mine to make. To say good bye or to move forward was not a choice I had; for I had placed my bets and allowed the chips to fall as they may and I had won more than I had any right to dare hope for. Jamie was alive, I had found him, and we loved one another still. Now I needed only to gather my winnings and carry on.

“What do we do now?”

Out of Control - Bucky x Reader

Summary:The Avengers rescue you from a Hydra base. They discover you have powers and can move things with your mind but you have a hard time controlling them. Whenever you get upset your power lashes out and you can’t calm down. Bucky is there for you when you need him most.

Warnings: light fluff, violence

Words: 1,632


A/N: Had this idea and really wanted to post it! Alone - Part 4 will be posted tomorrow xx


Originally posted by cehennemelekleri


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There was a loud explosion and muffled yelling from down the hall, you huddled into the corner of your cell and wrapped your arms around your legs.

A large robot walked in front of your cell and lifted his arm, a beam came out of his knuckles that melted the metal of your cell. It  walked into your cell and you tried to back further into the wall, it keeled down in front of you and it’s head disappeared to reveal a human underneath. He held out his hand and you flinched away. He spoke in a calm caring tone. “Hey sweetheart, everything’s gonna be okay. I’m Tony.”

Four months later you were able to learn to kind of control your powers. Meaning every little noise didn’t scare you to the point of your powers unleashing and knocking everything over that was in your vicinity.

One time you and the rest of the Avengers were eating dinner and you were trying to get a word in but no one was listening, you got so frustrated that your powers overloaded and sent everything that was on the table flying against a wall. Let’s just say no one talked over you anymore.

You were training to be an Avenger but that meant that you had to have 100% control, which you didn’t have. So your days were spent either in the lab with Bruce or in the training room with Bucky. Today you were with Bucky.

You were sitting about 10 feet away from Bucky with a basket ball in front of you. Your job was to move the ball from you to him. You had gotten pretty good at this, starting with a pebble and working your way up to larger objects. Steve thought it would be funny to use a water balloon once and the stress of thinking you were going to pop it on Bucky caused you to pop it. That ended with a soaking wet Bucky and a hysterical Steve and you couldn’t stop profusely apologizing. He took his shirt off to reveal chiseled abs and walked over to you and wrapped you in a damp hug and told you not to worry about it. You had to admit one of the best things about becoming an Avenger was Bucky.

There was only one problem, he made your emotions go crazy. So whenever he’d flirt with you or saying something that made your heart race your powers would act up. Tossing things off counters, spilling things on him, or shoving him across the room. You always apologized and tried to make an excuse and he’d say it was okay and smirk at you or look at you with those heavenly blue eyes, which didn’t help at all.

So now you were sitting across from him with a basket ball carefully floating through the air between you. “You can do this doll.” The ball wavered slightly at the nickname he had given you. Just then Steve walked in.

“Flirting again Buck? Why don’t you just ask her out already? You talk about her enough.” Steve joked but Bucky’s cheeks turned red and it was enough to make your heart race.

Suddenly the ball flew over a little too fast and hit Bucky directly in the face. “OH NO!” You yelled and rushed over to him. There was blood slowly trickling from his nose.

“Well apparently the topic of asking (Y/n) out was sensitive for both of you.” You turned to glare at him and he started backing up. “Uh-yeah, I’m gonna go now before I get hit with a ball too! See ya later love birds!” And with that he left the room.

You and Bucky were alone again and he was staring up at you from where he was laying on the ground. “I am so sorry.” You said, slowly helping him into a standing position.

“Don’t worry about it doll, I’ve had worse.” He said as he brushed a stray hair out of your face.

Just as your heart started to thud harder a loud, ear piercing alarm started going off. You knew that alarm, it meant there were intruders in the building. Bucky took off running and you followed him down the hall to meet the rest of the Avengers who were in the lab.

Tony was quickly explaining what was happening to the rest of the team as you ran in. “There are intruders, they seem to be from Hydra. And…” He paused to look at you. “They came in near (Y/n)’s room. We think they’re here for her.”

Bucky tensed beside you. “They’re not getting her!” He growled lowly, shocking you with his rage.

Obviously Barnes, but at least now we know their objective.” Concluded Nat.

They knew you weren’t ready for battle but also knew that the safest place to be was with them. After quickly suiting up all made your way to the penthouse where your room was. The elevator doors opened to reveal two dozen men standing there waiting for you.

“We came for the girl!” The man shouted.

“Well you aren’t getting her!” Steve shouted back.

“Oh yes we are.”

Everyone ran towards each other and Bucky stayed beside you as you ran to the side of the room. He had been given the task of protecting you, everyone that got past the others he had the pleasure of taking care of.

You quickly figured out that these weren’t just ordinary men, they were engineered Hydra soldiers. They were faster and stronger and it was taking longer than expected to finish it. You were watching everyone else as a man came up from your side and attacked you, Bucky instantly grabbing him and throwing him against a wall.

He came for you again, Bucky wasn’t going to let that happen as he lunged for the man. They were both fighting with so much malice it made your heart race and your hands started to shake. Objects on the table near you had started to move, Bucky looked at you for a split second as he noticed it.

It was a split second too long as the man unsheathed his knife and aimed it for Bucky’s throat. Time seemed to slow as the knife headed for his jugular. A look of horror passed over your face and Bucky turned around to face the man. Now the knife was only inches from Bucky’s throat and he didn’t have time to shove it away. It was inevitable, Bucky was about to die.

You felt hopeless and lost, Bucky was the one who pulled you out of the depths when you were having flashbacks. He was there for all the bad things, when you smashed all the glass in the frames in your room, or when you shattered all the dishes in the cupboard when a sound reminded you of being tortured. Or the time that you got so overwhelmed in the training room that you tore apart all the punching bags with your mind. The man you cared so deeply for was about to die and you couldn’t let that happen. You let out an ear shattering scream that overtook your entire body. Your body shook violently with the amount of power that you were letting out.

The world started to move at a regular speed and everyone that wasn’t an Avenger was lifted into the sky as you raised your arms in the air. All eyes were on you, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the glass windows, your hair was violently whipping around you and your eyes had gone black. You grinned as you reveled in the feeling of your power. With a slight turn of your hands you snapped the neck of every intruder.

As they all fell to the ground with a sickening thud you turned to the rest of the people in the room who had all come to stand in front of you.

“(Y/n).” Bucky said wavering slightly.

He was slowly approaching you, your power flowed through your fingertips like electricity and you wiggled them towards him. He started wincing in pain with every step he took.

“BUCK STOP! SHE COULD KILL YOU!” Roared Steve.

He looked you straight in the eyes. “She won’t.”

He was only feet away from you, he was struggling with every step. Each one hurting him more, he was one step away from you when he stopped and peered into your eyes. “You can control it, it doesn’t control you. I know you’re in there.” He spoke with confidence.

His eyes peered into yours, searching for you. He grabbed your face wincing in pain as your skin burned him, and screamed your name as loud as he could. The sound hit your heart as your shell cracked. It was like a film was removed from your eyes and you saw what you were doing.

You dropped your arms and fell to your knees. Bucky keeled in front of you.

You were shaking lightly. “I-I I could have killed you!”

He grabbed your face in his. “I knew you wouldn’t.” He said softly.

“How?” You asked him weakly.

“Because you care about me.” Your face went red and your mouth fell slightly agape. He brushed your hair out of your face. “I care about you to, I couldn’t lose you.” And with that he pressed his lips to yours, your head went foggy and your body felt limp and your heart started to race.

“Uhhhh- maybe you need some more training.” Tony spoke up.

You broke apart from the kiss to see everything around you had lifted into the air and started floating. You blushed as you dropped everything back onto the ground.

“I volunteer as tribute.” Bucky smiled as he pulled you back in for another kiss.

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Saudade: Ch23


Alcohol and you had never really mixed well together. You should’ve known better, especially seeing as it was a bottle of wine that had started this entire disaster in the first place. You weren’t even halfway done with the bottle when you started vomiting in your bathroom, Brendon holding your hair back and reassuring you that it wouldn’t last long, giving you a handful of pain meds, letting the billows of smoke tumble from his lips, telling you to just lay down and finish the rest of the Vodka. He had curled up with you in your bed, starting to make out with you once again, and honestly, your mind was way too fucked up with both the alcohol and weed to remember whether or not you guys had sex or not. All you knew is that somewhere along the lines, you eventually blacked out, and by the time you woke up, you felt absolutely miserable. You got up from your bed, mind spinning, Brendon gone, and a terrible knocking noise echoing through the empty apartment. That’s when realization hit you. Shit. You should’ve known Josh was coming home.

“Hold on,” you groaned out, stumbling out of the bedroom and going towards the door. You opened it up and Josh entered.

“I’m sorry baby I forgot my key and- holy fuck. What happened?” he stared at the mess that had you had become. “Are you alright?”

“I’m just fine,” you slurred, taking a deep breath. “I’m great.”

“Are you…” he swallowed hard, afraid to even think about what he might say next. “Drunk?”

“No,” you instantly shook your head. “I’m not drunk, Joshua.”

“Okay, maybe you’re just sick,” he sighed. “Let’s get you to bed. It’s late.”

“Is it?” you wondered, feeling Josh start to scoop you up into his arms and help you towards the bedroom.

“Yeah it’s past midnight,” he explained. “I tried to call you, Ty and Jenna wanted to go out to eat, but you didn’t pick up. I thought you might be sleeping.”

“I feel terrible,” you sighed. “So sick.”

“I know sweetheart, I’m sorry,” he whispered, laying you down in bed then pausing. “Uh, do you smell that?”

“Smell what?” you narrowed you eyes.

“Nothing,” he dismissed. “Just sleep tight, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you snuggled underneath your blankets, dozing off.

This time when you woke up, you couldn’t even think straight. All you could focus on was the miserable aching pain in the pit of your stomach, the way your vision was blurred, how there was a terrible ringing in your ears, your entire body convulsing and shaking and breaking apart, and something warm, sticky, and wet running down the insides of your thighs. You were laying in it, your entire bottom half soaked, and you were afraid you might have wet the bed when it hit you. You were bleeding. Everywhere. Quickly, you got up from the mattress, heart racing, feeling dreadful. Immediately you turned to look at Josh, who was sleeping on the other side of the bed. What the fuck did you get yourself into? You felt a lurch in your stomach and you stumbled towards the bathroom, pushing open the door and fumbling for the sink faucet, vomiting before you could even close the door.

Oh my god. Realization hit you like a wave pouring down on you as you stared at yourself in the mirror, you steadying yourself on the counter, covered in sweat, blood, and puke, bloodshot eyes and disheveled hair staring at your reflection. It was dead. The baby was probably dead. And it was all because of you. Guilt started to suffocate you, the overbearing pain and initial shock surging through your body and dragging you down, and you collapsed onto the tile of the bathroom floor, choking for breath, unable to even see clearly anymore. You were a mess. Such a fucking mess. You began gasping and sobbing and breaking apart all at once, drowning in your own crimson misery, wishing you could die. It felt like you were dying anyways.

“Y/n?” you heard someone worriedly call out your name. You then heard the flicker of the light switch, and then a moment of silence to let the shock set in, and then the reaction. “Holy motherfucking shit.”

“Josh-” you called out weakly, unable to even find your voice.

“Oh my god,” you heard him mutter from the bedroom. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.”

“Josh,” you tried again, this time barely even audible.

“Fuck, where are you?” he sighed, frantically rushing through the hallway into the bathroom, where he gasped, staring at you for a second. “What the actual fuck.”

“Please,” you begged, closing your eyes tight, feeling as if you were collapsing in on yourself. “Help me.”

“No,” he shook his head. “No fucking way.”

“Josh I need help,” you pleaded. “I’m fucking dying right now.”

“You know who else is dying right now?” his voice broke, tears surfacing in his eyes, jaw clenched as well as fists. “God, y/n, I can’t believe you’d do this.”

“W-what do you mean?” you stuttered out, taking all the strength within yourself to look up at him, barely even able to breathe. This really wasn’t the time to argue.

“I knew you weren’t ready to have the baby, but I would never have thought you would do this,” he bit his lower lip, trying to fight the tears threatening to surface on his face. “I can’t believe you’d think you can just kill it yourself like that. Not even ask me. Just wait until I wasn’t looking and then get shit face wasted and hope that’d do the trick, yeah?” He finally looked up, not even bothering to keep from crying at this point, lip quivering, body shaking. “Why?”

“Look I didn’t-” you began to protest but he just stared at you laying on the bathroom floor, dying in a pool of your own blood, nothing but rage in his eyes.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t find out?” he seethed. “As soon as I stepped through this door I knew how fucking wasted you were, how high you had become, and how you just slipped back to your addictions. That’s right. Don’t think I didn’t find out about the missing wine. I knew you were a mess without me on tour. When you visited me I could smell the marijuana and the alcohol. I knew.”

“N-none of that is t-true,” you stuttered, but you knew lying was no good at this point. It was too late. Nothing could save you now.

“You fucking killed our kid,” Josh whispered. You watched as he sunk his fingernails into his palms, biting down on his lip as hard as possible, eyes piercing your gaze with the most anger you had ever seen surge through him in his entire life. “Our child.”

That was it. You had hit your breaking point. “It’s not even our child!” you finally spat out, frustrated and angry and exhausted, adrenaline rushing through your veins and giving you enough energy to get up from the tile and sit up against the side of the bathtub, looking him in the eyes. “It’s not your motherfucking baby!” You took a deep breath, struggling to keep your vision intact. “Okay?”

“W-what?” all the fury in Josh’s eyes gradually faded away, his hands and jaw unclenching, mouth slightly agape, his entire body untensing with confusion. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“It’s not your kid!” you shouted, gritting your teeth and trying to force down the bile that dared to rise up in your throat, the unbearable pain coursing through you for the hundredth time. “You were never the father, alright?”

“That’s not possible,” he insisted, swallowing uncomfortably, still refusing to help you up from where you were laying on the floor. “That’s not even fucking possible.”

“You really thought you were the one that got me pregnant, huh?” you just laughed bitterly, staring down at the pool of your own blood. “Well think again, Josh.”

“You’ve got to be shitting me right now,” he shook his head in disbelief. “You’re lying through your teeth. I know you are.”

“How are you so goddamn oblivious?” you chuckled darkly, slouching against the tub and letting yourself slide deeper into the mess of gore on the tile, not giving a flying fuck about anything at this point. “I was fucking someone else!” It felt so refreshing to finally scream it in his face. “Okay? I’ve been having sex with somebody else this entire time! Ever since you left for tour! Alright? And I enjoyed it! Every single second of it!”

“What the hell,” he muttered. “Y/n get up. You’re drunk, you don’t know what you’re saying, you’re being a bitch.”

“You know it!” you insisted, glaring at him from the floor. “Tyler’s been trying to tell you but you keep ignoring him. It’s true! I’m a hoe!”

“Y/n, shut the fuck up,” Josh argued, still in constant denial. “You’re just trying to make me feel better and act like it’s not so bad you just purposely miscarried our kid.”

“It’s not our fucking kid!” you bellowed, pushing him away when he tried to reach for you. “Okay? Lie to yourself all that you want, but it’s not!”

“Then who’s the father?” he screamed, body shaking, hands once again balled up at his sides.

“I can’t tell you,” you swallowed uncomfortably, looking him in the eyes, refusing the information.

“Tell me,” he argued, frustrated and livid.

“No,” you insisted.

“Tell me!” he finally broke inside, grabbing you and lifting you up, shaking you by your shoulders, your entire body feeling as if it was being torn in two, blood dripping down from between your legs, stomach convulsing. “Fucking tell me!”

“Brendon,” you confessed, letting him stare at you in shock before dropping you back to the floor, your body making harsh contact with the blood stained tile, all your bones feeling as if shattered. “Goddammit Josh.”

“Brendon?” he seethed, staring at you, entire body trembling. “Brendon Urie? Brendon fucking Urie?”

“Yes,” you replied, taking a deep breath, ignoring the stinging, numbing, burning sensation now pulsating through your entire body. “Brendon fucking Urie.”

“No,” he shook his head. “I know Brendon. He would’ve said something, he would’ve told me, he wouldn’t have done that. Those were just rumors, Tyler was trying to pull a trick on me, you guys never did anything at the awards-”

“Oh but it was true,” you sighed, unable to keep the sinister satisfying smile from appearing on your face. “We fucked so many times. Even in your very own bed.”

“You’re lying,” Josh grit his teeth, still refusing to believe the truth. “That’s not true. None of this is real. This is some sort of sick, twisted, demented nightmare.”

“I wish,” you chuckled softly. “But it’s not. It’s very real, Josh. And you know, I wish things would’ve played out differently, but they didn’t.”

“So Tyler was right,” he stated blankly, looking at you with the most broken expression in his eyes. “About everything.”

“Everything is very specific,” you smirked, and you could see how crushed he was.

“Oh fuck you,” he spat. “I should’ve known. I should’ve known about all of this. All the times you got stoned and wasted and he fucked you senseless, probably taking you to his house. Hell, that’s why you knew about his studio, wasn’t it? And then you decided you could just run off to him and live with him while I was gone on tour? Plaster on a smile and go meet me for a couple of days? I should’ve fucking known. There’s no guy in the apartment room next door calling you at breakfast, that was probably him, wasn’t it? And you both put on such a great show, pretending like you didn’t know each other when I introduced you two, all that. Fucking in the dressing room. You know how many times I stood up to you against the paparazzi? Against Tyler? My own fucking best friend tried to warn me and I defended you. God. And then you probably got me wasted at that afterparty so you could fuck Brendon again, huh? Maybe had a threesome with his other gal, Sarah? What a fucking slut. Shit y/n, you really are something, you know that? Getting knocked up, thinking you could lie to me about it, pretend like everything’s fine, then kill the kid.”

“Pretend like everything’s fine?” you repeated. “Oh yeah. That’s what I was doing. Every single time I broke down crying in your arms, when I struggled to tell you the truth, when I locked myself in my room and forced myself into solitude, when I went to Jenna for help… just pretending like everything was fine.”

“I wanted to marry you!” he shouted. The hurt in Josh’s words stung the most. “I thought we were going to start a family! Live together until the day we died! Love each other for eternity!” He closed his eyes, tears still streaming down his face. “I thought that you and me, we could actually do this.” You could practically see his heart torn in half. “I should’ve known better.”

“Josh-” you called out for him as he turned and began to walk out of the bathroom.

“It’s over y/n,” he shook his head, staring at you for one last time. “We’re through.”

“Okay that’s great,” you rolled your eyes as he left the bathroom. “But I’m still fucking bleeding to death over here!”

“Then get your stupid fuck boy to help you on that one,” he muttered from the hallway, refusing to turn back and save you before leaving the apartment. “Congratulations. You’re finally on your own.”

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prompt; 
Your pregnant with Pietros baby and it’s driving him mad since usually he speeds everything he does, so having to wait so long for everything you do drives him mad but he loves you despite it.
a/n; funnily enough i actually started a tumblr BECAUSE OF pietro imagines! we’re going full circle…

MASTERLIST KO-FI. WRITTING CHALLENGE!

It is annoying to say the least. Pietro always had a knack of speeding things up – mostly due to his powers – and live life to its fullest capacity, never missing out on anything. Needed to get the cheapest game tickets? Check. Waiting in line? Never. Racing? Did people really think they could beat him?

That all changed quite quickly, to be exact when you got pregnant. At first he couldn’t believe it: your arms were spread in an open hug as you held a huge grin on your face, wiggling your fingers like you were some sort of cartoonish version of yourself whilst he stared in disbelieve, shock, and in a complete mess of overwhelming emotions. Just when you thought he would not appreciate the announcement like you hoped, he broke into joyous laughter, squished you in his embrace and lifted you easily with a light spin.

Now…Now sure as hell is different. The passing carefree days are more than over. Despite loving you and the lil’guy in your belly more each day, it drives Pietro crazy – you are just so damn slow. Whether it’s taking a stroll down the city (something he never liked to begin with) or having ice cream – he’d finish in the time you’d finally take a seat on the stool next to him. The simplest things – like getting out of bed – also proved a hassle. He couldn’t just spring into action anymore. He got ready by the time you rolled out and slowly stalked to the bathroom, usually with disastrous bed hair, sleep dazed eyes and a quiet whisper of ‘Good morning’.

He smiles, watching you pick out some more baby clothes (to be completely honest you and he already had more than enough, but you couldn’t resist buying more and he didn’t have the heart to stop you). Seeing your eyes light up so brilliantly, sparkle almost, as a small undetected smile graces your lips as you hold the small robes in the light and admire them. The buzzing chatter of the mall seems to still, scents from a nearby perfume shop sneak into here. Maybe you noted him staring, since you turn and look up at him, “What? What is it? You’re being too quiet. I’m starting to worry.” Your voice holds no such indications, only a playful tone. Pietro shrugs.

“Just…” He rethinks his words. Enjoying the moment is what he wants to say, but instead, “Wondering whether to buy another closet or not.”

“Oh shut it, this is the last pair of jeans I swear.”

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Karamel Fanfic #30

 Title: Someone Who Needs Advice

Prompt: 5 times team Flash gives love advice to Mon-El and 1 time they give it to Kara.

Word Count: 4718

Warning: Contains spoilers up to Supergirl 2x15 (and spoilers from synopsis/promo pics of Supergirl 2x16 and Flash 2x17

Also posted on AO3.

Note: Thanks to @daxtonian-karamel @threesilverthings88 @starcrossed-comets @karamelblobber @awestallendevotee @emarasmoak @breadrunnersofcakedom @thoughtsfromaclutteredbrain for their enthusiasm for my story idea and encouraged me to write it. You. Are. Loved. :)


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It was Caitlin who approached Mon-El about the subject after he, Kara, and J’onn arrived on Earth. She’d understood the moment she saw Mon-El carrying the Kryptonian that their relationship was more than “just friends,” even though neither he nor J’onn commented on that. It was all clear from the way the Daxamite looked at the girl in his arms anyway.

She managed to catch him alone only a couple of hours after the arrival, though, as Barry and the rest of the team were looking for a cure for Music Meister’s magic. She, being the biochemist, had to keep an eye on Kara to see if her condition changed anyway, so she used the opportunity to talk to Mon-El.

“So,” she started, her eyes turning to Mon-El from the heart monitor. The Daxamite’s eyes were on Kara, his hands wrapped around one of her limp ones and holding it tightly. As if he was afraid that once he let go, he’d lose Kara. Forever. “You and Kara, huh?” Mon-El’s eyes only briefly flickered to her before returning to the Kryptonian.

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Must Have Been A Fun Night- Josh Dun Smut

REQUEST- Hey so I was just wondering could you write a fic were you and Josh and a bunch of friends are at a club having a great night dancing and drinking when suddenly a guy start to bother you and Josh gets mad and start a fight and then when you’re at home you two get into a really crazy night(you know, kinda let you know that you are only of him) if you know what I mean

“Let’s do some shots guys.” you told Tyler, Jenna, and Josh.

It was one night after a show and you and Jenna wanted to go out and have fun. Of course the guys weren’t going to let you go into a strange city alone, so they came too.

“I’m not, some of us have to function tomorrow Y/N.” Tyler told you.

“I’m down to get drunk.” Jenna said.

“See Jenna is fun. Come on Josh have some fun.” you said to your boyfriend.

In all honesty you had been out for the past 2 hours and were already feeling a little buzzed, but what’s a little more right?

“Fine.” Josh said leaving and returning with three shot glasses.

After the round of shots and another drink each, you and Jenna were definitely drunk.

“Come dance Y/N, leave these lame ass boys behind.” Jenna told you while pulling you out to the dance floor.

You looked at Josh who sat with Tyler looking disappointed.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“Nothing just go enjoy yourself.” Josh replied a lot more sober than you were.

You ignored his attitude and let Jenna pull you to dance. After 2 songs and a lot of laughter you and Jenna were approached by two guys.

“Hey there ladies. Are you two alone?” the taller one asked.

“Nope.” Jenna replied short and continued to dance.

“Shame, I would really like to dance with you.” the slightly shorter one said putting his hand on your arm.

“What’s stopping you?” you replied without thinking and you began to dance with the man.

He was really close to you, but your drunken mind didn’t seem to notice.

“Jenna I think it’s time we go.” you heard Tyler say and then Jenna was out of your sight.

You looked around for Josh, but he was nowhere to be seen.

“Y/N we’re leaving now.” Josh said from behind you.

“Who are you?” asked the man and Josh pulled you close to him, away from the man.

“Her boyfriend, now if you’ll excuse me we need to leave.” Josh said sternly.

“How come you think she wants to leave? We were having a good time.”

“Oh believe me, she needs to leave.” Josh said pulling you out of the club.

Your hotel was only 3 blocks away, but in your heals and drunken state 30 feet was enough. Without saying a thing Josh picked you up bridal style and carried you back to the hotel. He didn’t speak the whole time, until you got into the elevator. He placed you on your feet, but still held you close to him.

“Hey.” you said flirtatiously and drunkenly. You snuck your hand into his and he glared at you.

“Hey to you too. What the hell were you thinking?” he said coldly.

“What do you mean?” you said stepping off of the elevator when it opened.

“You let that guy grind all of you. Y/N have you forgotten who you belong to?” he asked opening the door to your room and pushing you inside.

He pinned you against the closed door and his hot breath hit your neck as he spoke.

“I can’t hear you. Who do you belong to?” he questioned again.

“Josh I-” you were about to apologize, but he put his lips to your neck.

“That’s right, you’re mine.” he said pulling at the hem of your dress.

He came up to your lips and started kissing you aggressively. He bit your bottom lip and you opened your mouth allowing him the access he wanted. Your tongues fought for dominance at first, but when he pinned your hips against the door and then his hips to yours, you melted at his touch, letting him win the battle.  

He started pulling your dress off and you only broke the kiss for a moment to lift the dress all the way off.

“Josh enough of this, can we just fuck?” you asked and he moved a few steps back from you.

“Why so eager baby. I don’t think you deserve it, do you?” he asked walking away and and took off his shirt.

You stared at his bare chest for a moment before speaking.

“Fine. I’ll just go back to the bar and find that guy. I bet he knows how to get someone off.” you said it and it was too late to take it back. You didn’t mean any of it and the look on Josh’s face changed from teasing to anger.

You went to put your dress back on, but Josh reached for it first.

“I don’t fucking think so.” he said pulling you over to the bed.

He sat you on the bed and took his pants off. You could see his visible erection in his underwear.

“Knees now.” he demanded and you obeyed.

He pulled down his underwear and his erection was right in front of your face.

“Go on, suck me. Show me what you would have done if you were with him.” he said roughly.

“Josh I didn-”

“I said suck me now.” he said ever rougher than the last time.

You took his hard in your hand and started to lick his tip. When you took him in your mouth you heard him gasp. You looked up at him and made eye contact with him. His eyes were dark and angry.

“This is all you would have given him. I’m glad I stopped you. Suck me off like you usually do baby girl.” he said and you started to bob your head over his cock faster.

He placed his hand in your hair and pushed himself deeper inside of your mouth.

“Fuck Y/N, that’s more like it.” he moaned.

A few seconds passed before you could feel him twitch inside of your mouth.

“You gonna swallow baby?” he asked.

You hummed around his cock and that’s all it took for him to cum. You swallowed when he pulled out of your mouth.

“Now that you know what who you belong to taste like, I think you can be fucked. Do you want that baby?” he asked pulling you up to meet your face with his.

You nodded and he crashed your lips to his. You were placed on the bed on your back as Josh attacked your body with kisses.

“This body is mine, you’re mine Y/N and I’m going to make sure you know that.” he said.

He pulled your underwear down to your ankles where you kicked them off and he worked on your bra. He sucked on one of your nipples while messaging the other. You let out a small noise at the pleasure and you felt him smile.

“You like that?” he mumbled moving down leaving kisses on his way to your core.

“Yes I do.”

“I know you do.” he said against your core making shivers go down your spine. “But you’ve been bad and don’t deserve this.” he said moving back up to kiss your lips.

“Josh please.” you whimpered while his sucked on your neck.

“Please what Y/N?”

“I need you Josh. Fuck me, do something.” you begged.

“As you wish babygirl.” he said thrusting into you roughly.

There was no time allowed for you to adjust to his size. Between his rough thrust and the sexy moans slipping through his lips, you were melting in his touch.

“Josh I’m gonna cum.” you said with your eyes closed tightly.

“Not yet babygirl. Open your eyes and I’ll tell you when.” he instructed thrusts becoming faster.

Your eyes met his and he gave you a smile before pressing his lips to yours. You walls began to clench and you couldn’t hold it back any longer.

“Let it go Y/N.” he told you and he release inside of you.

You let yourself go, slipping into the the waves of pleasure.

Josh helped ride out both of your highs then clasped beside you.

“I love you so much Y/N.”

“I love you too.” you said before falling asleep.

In the morning you woke up in an old t-shirt of Josh’s.

“Morning babe.” he said groggily while placing a kiss to your forehead.

You went to move closer to him and you realized your lower half was slightly in pain.

“Oh yeah sorry about that.” he said taking in the discomfort on your face.

“It’s fine, must have been a fun night. Mind if I ask why though?” you asked trying to remember last night, but the alcohol getting in the way.

“Doesn’t matter. All that does is how much I love you.” he said not wanting to admit he was jealous.

Only You- William Nylander

Originally posted by ohmymarner

Ok so back to the smut again guys! I got not much else to say here… weird… anyway! Enjoy! For those not joining us up next is: Victor Hedman!

Warning: cussing, sex, smexy time, smut

Anon Request: Hey, totally love your imagines! Can u do one with Will Nylander when we had fight and then he will make it up on me? Maxbe little smut it can be. Thanks

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Consequences - Part 1

Pairing: Jensen x Reader ; Jared x BFF!Reader

Warnings: Language, drinking, unexpected pregnancy, talks of abortion, implies smut, drunken one-night stand, poor birth control decisions (If you are on the pill, please remember to take it around the same time EVERYDAY or it will lose it’s effectiveness)

Word Count: 3945

A/N: This was written for Ravengirl’s 1.5K Follower Challenge @ravengirl94. My prompt was “We need to fix this before it gets worse. I really don’t want to hear about it for the next six months.” Literally right at the end. This story kinda got away from me and I have more to come with it. Like another part or two. This was nearly 4000 words and that was like only half my outline oopps. Sorry no explicit smut this time just wasn’t feeling it. Congrats on your followers’ girl, sorry this is late but I had to figure out where to split it. No beta and feedback always wanted and appreciated. P.S. No hate towards Danneel, this does mention Jensen getting a divorce, lets pretend it was amicable and they are both happy.

Summary: After a drunken and heated one-night stand with Jensen, you are left with an unexpected consequence. The situation only worsens when your best friend Jared gets involved and the public forms their own opinion.

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Humans are weird: The Galactic Council

*Quick note before I start: This is the 7th and final installment in a series I’ve called the Lost Colonies which is largely about human society adapting to the strange environments of other worlds. You can read the previous installments here: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed writing this series, but with my new work schedule I had to bring it to a close. If you’ve enjoyed this story follow me on here for my other writings. Thanks again to everyone who has reblogged, liked, replied, DMed, or otherwise shown their appreciation for this series. It means a lot to me that people enjoyed it and the love you’ve all shown me has really helped keep me going for these last few months.*

It was hard not to be at least a little nervous as Kiara made her way to the council chamber. Somehow even with thousands of years of advancement space faring races still hadn’t developed a decent elevator. Kiara idly flipped through the notes she had made on her datapad and she realized how little she actually bothered to reference her notes. Some of them were years old and she hadn’t bothered to so much as look at them since she had initially written them down. It was too late now for her to try and prepare some kind of speech, though given how evasive the council was being about the purpose of this meeting Kiara wasn’t sure how she would have prepared in the first place. Still though, meeting with all 3 senior members at once could be nerve wracking.

The elevator door finally opened and Kiara stepped off to see her family waiting for her. Kit’cha was thoroughly amused at Jeanne reacting to their newest family member and seeing the way she acted around Kit’von it was hard not to smile. Currently she was letting the infant Turic ride on her shoulders. “You’re a LOT heavier than you look puffball!” Kit’von burbled something into his translator as he was still too young to pronounce most words in basic. “Dad says it’s because I’m so full of shit.” The fur on Kit’cha’s neck stood on end and he rapidly tried to change the subject. “KIARA HI! How’d you sleep Honey? Do you have everything you need for the meeting?” 

Kiara chuckled as she plucked Kit’von off Jeanne’s shoulders and gave him a hug. “I’m fine. I’ll be fine. It’s good to see you all here. How’s the mother doing?” Kit’cha relaxed slightly. “Parran is doing fine. She’s still resting back on the homeworld and has registered Kit’von to our care officially. She sent me a message earlier confirming it and to wish that he grows in health and prosperity.” Kiara gave Kit’von a kiss on his forehead and set him down as he burbled a happy noise that the translator couldn’t interpret. Jeanne smirked. “We’ll have to go do something special later to mark the occasion. Not every day someone trusts me with their kid.”

Standing in the middle of her family Kiara wished that she could stay in this moment forever but the pit of anxiety still ate away at her. “I love you all, but I’ve got to get to this meeting. You had yours first, did you piss them off this time?”Jeanne shrugged and took Kiara’s datapad. “It’s hard to read them sometimes, but don’t worry I was professional. Now get in there and do your thing. I’ll be waiting for you when you get out Sexy.” Jeanne gave her a wink and a kiss and Kit’cha gave her an awkward one armed hug as Kit’von scaled his back. “You’ll do great. I’ve known you long enough to know that if anyone can handle the council it’s you. Now I need to go feed this one before he drools on me any- oh, there it is.”

Kiara squared her shoulders and walked through the arched doors into the council room. The room was normally built for hosting large gatherings of the member races, but today it held only the 3 senior members of the council at the curved semi-circle table on the central dais. Kiara had to practically run down the stairs when she realized that the council was already waiting on her. As she reached the dais Kaira realized there was no table or any kind of concession made for her comfort. This wasn’t an interview, it was an interrogation. Kiara planted her feet and stood face to face with the council for the first time in a decade.

The senior council members came from the three spacefaring species with the largest populations and most economic power. There was a female Turic named Shureen. Like most females she was larger than the males at nearly 3 meters tall, though she had shorter, black fur making her muscular physique even more impressive. Females also had a large flat crest on their forehead that the males lacked. Shureen’s was impressively styled with ornate engravings, an obvious status symbol. The Kennic named Arid was currently male having just molted. He would be irritable, Kiara made a mental note of that. Kennic were closest to reptiles from old Earth and there were rumors that some species of dinosaurs were old an old Kennic colony. The final council member was an Acanthius who had no name as it was part of a hive mind. It wore a complex environment suit that allowed its face to be exposed while still allowing it to breath while onboard the station. Its moist, grey skin, slitted nose and black eyes reminded her of sea creatures she had seen on several planets.

It was Arid that spoke first. “Glad you could join us Miss Venn.” Kiara wondered if he simply didn’t know how she preferred to be addressed or if he was deliberately trying to get under her skin, either way she put it aside. “It’s an honor to meet you all. I understand that this meeting is in regards to my work with the lost human colonies.” Arid made a clicking sound in the back of his throat like dry, coughing laughter. “Is that what we’re calling them now? Isn’t there a human expression better suited to dealing with pests?” The Acanthius shot a glance at Arid. “I apologize for my fellow council member, he should not be allowing a personal problem to interfere with his duties. You are correct though. This is in regards to your work over the last 25 sols with the human rehabilitation division of the council.”

Kiara shifted her weight uncomfortably and didn’t know what to say. Officially she had been given the title of “Ambassador Liaison to Human colony worlds” but she had always felt there was an undercurrent of resentment that the galactic council felt towards humans on account of EarthGov’s actions. It was Shureen finally spoke “I’ll get to the point of it all. We’re here to decide the fate of these human colonies. You have proven that an individual human can integrate into galactic society with effort and understanding, what we need to determine is if humanity as a whole is capable of this same feat or if they will repeat their imperialistic past and attempt to bring war against us again.”

“I…don’t…” Kiara began to say before Arid cut her off. “Please spare us your babbling human. It’s a simple proposition: Make your case for humanity and if the council decides in your favor humanity will once again be allowed to travel the galaxy unrestricted, otherwise we may need to quarantine them. Again.” The Acanthius’ nose slits flared in annoyance at Arid before it turned its attention back to Kiara. “Your colleagues were all very professional but can’t seem to speak for more than themselves. So I ask you Miss Kiara Williams-Venn, why should humanity be allowed to once again join the rest of the galaxy?”

In the back of her mind Kiara could see her family urging her on and she smiled to herself knowing exactly what to say. “I couldn’t possibly deny humanity’s dark past. In my research I found that even prior to the Unification War and the rise of EarthGov we were frequently a brutal people that would attempt to justify our worst impulses on the basis of demonizing an ‘other’. From that point of view it would only make sense that humanity would repeat this awful cycle again and again. What I’ve found just as often though is that in every situation in which humanity gives in to these impulses it is a society that cannot maintain itself. Regimes that promised to last a thousand years on the strength of their convictions alone crumbled to dust within a single lifespan. It always fails because though that fear and hate is a part of us, so is our love.”

“The simple fact is that we are a people of duality. We are fiercely loyal to each other, while also engaging in rivalries that can outlive our descendants. We are dangerous and destructive while also being brilliant, creative and adaptable. I’ve personally witnessed feats of human ingenuity that most council races would be hard pressed to replicate. I’ve also witnessed the same people rushing headlong into disaster because they didn’t take the time to understand their situation. I know that the brutal, horrible things that were done in the name of an ‘Earth First’ mentality by a fascist government can’t be undone and could never be repaid. I also know that humans are hard working, dedicated and compassionate and that many of us, if given the chance we would not stop attempting to make amends for our past.”

Kiara took a deep breath and locked eyes with Arid. “You argue that humanity should be segregated to a handful of under supplied colonies. I argue that if that way is pursued it can only end in disaster. Those lost colonies would find their way back into space if given enough time and though most wouldn’t carry a grudge, if they were continually treated as ‘pests’ then it would only be a matter of time before it came to conflict again. If you want to avoid that future then integration and unity are the only answer.” Arid glared silently at Kiara and Shureen thoughtfully tapped her fingers on the desk. The Acanthius broke the silence. “Are you suggesting that not only do we lift travel restrictions on human worlds, but that we actively attempt to reintegrate them with galactic society?” Kiara nodded “And a seat on the wider council so that we have a say in our treatment wouldn’t hurt.”

The frills on Arid’s arms and back flared but he didn’t say a word. Shureen cleared her throat. “Your ‘husband’ has told us much about human cultures that he has researched. He seems truly enamored with your species.” Arid again gave that dry, clicking laugh, Shureen ignored him. “But what he has said confirms much of what you tell us now. Indeed, you come from a race that is remarkably strong of will. We will have much to discuss with the wider council at a later date and we may need to call on you again, but I can at least promise that we will bring this matter before them. You have represented your race admirably Kiara. Thank you for meeting with us today.” Kiara tented her fingers across her midsection forming a perfect triangle and bowed. Shureen stood and returned the traditional Turic honorific.

Kiara smiled to herself and left the council chamber to go meet her family for dinner. It had been a long day and there was still a lot to do, but that could wait for a while longer.

The Secret Garden

Bucky X Reader

Word Count: 1,175

Warnings: Smut! Cursing! 

A/N: This is my first time writing smut and stuff like that so I don’t know. I am waiting until someone tells me this is not good so I would try something else! I was at a wedding and I was bored so I wrote this! Not beta’d so ya! Enjoy!? This is the place by the way…my picture! It’s called the Richard Nixon Library in Yorba Linda, CA.

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theblackewe  asked:

How about RFA + Saeran + V reacting to superheroine/magical girl MC revealing her true identity to them? (ovo) Accidentally while fighting? ? On purpose while protecting them? At home in no danger at all? Or whatever ideas you may have! ^^ (And for once 707 didn't know a secret beforehand please?-Ijustreallywannaseehimflip)

took me a bit, but I got it done! I left out Jaehee cause I got stuck and had already spent so much time on this request, but I might just add her on later. Hopefully you like it ^^

Yoosung

-he’s always had a fascination with superheroes
-and always loved pretending to be one in his game
-there was one he had admired for a while though
-one who fought crime around his town and he only saw through sightings online
-he really looked up them
-one day, after seeing another one of their sightings, he noticed that they looked familiar
-he couldn’t quite place his finger on it, considering they were wearing a mask
-so he showed you the picture to see if maybe you could help him
-”Oh, that’s me”
-he laughed, thinking you were kidding until he saw your confused look
-he then looked at the picture again and back at you
-and then it clicked
-he had a million and three questions, but none of them were coming out
-”Wha-? How?! When do you-?? What?!”
-”Well you’re just always so immersed in your game that you never notice when I go out to do that”
-he was so floored
-didn’t even know what to say
-you thought that he had known since he talked about it so much
-but you didn’t realize that he didn’t know that was you
-and honestly, any time you come home after fighting crime, seeing you in your suit, it just really gets him going
-loves that his girlfriend kicks so much ass

Zen:
-he always found you so adorable
-didn’t think you could ever hurt a fly
-but always found it weird that you would disappear at the randomest of times
-once confronted you about it, but you told him you were just taking care of business
-he also noticed some scrapes and cuts sometimes
-his mind first jumped to mafia boss, but thought that you were too cute for that type of stuff
-until you came back with all sorts of bruises
-when he asked, all you said was that you were teaching someone a lesson
-OKAY HIS GIRLFRIEND WAS THE HEAD OF A MAFIA
-he kept quiet about it for a while, never bringing up anymore questions
-it wasn’t until one day, when you two went out and noticed some shady business going on across the street
-you excused yourself from him and his mind went into panic mode
-’oh god oh god oh god I’m gonna die, I didn’t need to get involved in this today’
-when you returned, wearing a costume that looked straight out of a magical girl anime, he was really confused
-watched as you approached the group, talked for a bit, then kicked their shit in
-’what kind of mafia boss’
-he really didn’t know what he just witnessed
-when you approached him again, he looked dumbfounded and confused
-”I guess now is as good as any time to tell you…”
-then you explained your life as a magical girl and his expression stayed the same
-when you finished though, he was just ultimately relieved that you weren’t apart of the mafia
-although seeing how much your costume covered explained how you got so many cuts and bruises
-and it didn’t help that you looked 100x more adorable in it
-must contain the beast

Jumin:
-he always wanted to protect you
-always thought it was his duty to prevent anything from happening to you
-you assured him many times that you were capable of taking care of yourself, but always insisted that you have at least 2 bodyguards with you at all times
-and when he found out you’d disappear from them at times, he got upset with you
-you wanted to explain yourself, but it ended up turning into an argument
-he kept insisting and being too one-sided
-”I just want to protect you, I don’t understand why you’d be so against it”
-”I just don’t see why it’s necessary because…”
-you were interrupted by one of the bodyguards letting Jumin know he had to go to work
-”We’ll pick this back up when I get home” he said, giving you a quick peck on the cheek before leaving
-a few hours later, he started thinking about what you two were talking about
-started thinking about it
-something just wasn’t sitting right with him
-what did you mean by ‘you could take care of yourself’??
-as he was thinking, a group of men walked into his office
-”Can I help you?” he said as he looked up from his paperwork to be met with a gun to the face
-at that moment, he feared for his life
-before he could even respond, the gun got knocked out of this guy’s hand
-and then the guy himself got tackled to the floor
-he thought that maybe one of his bodyguards had finally caught up, but it didn’t look like they were wearing the uniform
-when he actually saw who had done that, he was shocked
-”MC?!”
-”Hey honey, give me one second”
-and with that you swiftly kicked all their asses, looked like a fight scene straight from a movie
-as soon as they got knocked to the floor and dragged out, you turned to Jumin, who’s expression you could not read
-”So I guess I can tell you now”
-His face continued being unreadable as you explained it and as soon as you finished, he got up to approach you and wrapped his arms around you in relief
-you decided to let him sink it in for a few days
-afterwards though, he had so many questions
-and even asked you to be his bodyguard, now that he felt uneasy about his own
-you assured him that nothing like that will happen again as long as you’re out there fighting crime, he just had to tighten his security
-and with that, he was 100% supportive of you and never questioned your safety, knowing full well that you really could take care of yourself and him (and Elizabeth)
-wants to fund a comic book series about you and your adventures

Saeyoung:
-he knew about e v e r t h i n g in your past
-your school, your past jobs, even stories from your old embarrassing diary from middle school
-he had found out everything from the background check and even took it a step further
-he always teased you about how he knew everything and you always tried to tease back that you had one secret he never know about
-he wasn’t buying it though
-he was so set in the fact that he knew everything about you
-until he started noticing how weirdly strong you were
-it was little things at first, like how you always carried him with ease or accidentally broke appliances to bits
-one time you lifted the entire couch with him on it up and over you while you vacuumed
-but for some reason, he just let it go, thought maybe you were just shredded or something
-what he did find suspicious was how you always left in the middle of the night
-you always claimed you were in the kitchen getting a snack, but his data always showed activity of you actually leaving the bunker
-he really didn’t want to think it, but he thought maybe what you were hiding from him was an affair
-so he set out to follow you one night to find out
-he saw you leave and started following close behind, hood over his head to hide his identity
-he followed you for an hour, noticing that you didn’t really have a set destination, you were just walking around the shady parts of town
-after walking down a particularly shady alley, he looked up only to not find you anymore
-he felt a strong set of arms grab him into a choke-hold
-“Don’t think I didn’t notice you following me for over an hour, what do you want?”
-“MC! MC!”
-“Saeyoung? What the hell are you doing here?!” you asked, letting him go instantly
-“What the hell are you doing here?! Don’t you know how dangerous this is?!?!”
-“Yeah, actually I have something to tell you…”
-and that’s when you confessed and explained your double life of fighting crime and cleaning up the streets
-“So you’re like a superhero?”
-“Well, yeah”
-“Awesome, cause I thought you were cheating on me!”
-that’s when you smacked him upside the head
-“Idiot! I love you too much to do that.”
-and with that, you took him home
-afterwards, he started a fan blog dedicated to you and became your #1 supporter from then on
-will definitely brag to the rfa about it without straight up outing you

Saeran:
-you noticed that he started watching more magical girl animes
-and thought that maybe he was starting to catch on to you
-but no
-he had not a clue about your double life as a magical girl
-until he found your wand
-when he found it, he thought it was just apart of some cosplay you were making
-and because of all the anime he had watched, he had the urge to wave it around as if he were a magical girl
-as soon as he did that however, his clothes had changed into an intricate, dress-like costume
-”What the fuuuuuck?” he whispered to himself as he examined the clothes and wand
-that’s when you walked in and saw he discovered your secret
-”So you probably have some questions, but before you ask, I just have to say how great that looks on you”
-he started blushing when you said that and stuttered through all sorts of questions as you calmly answered
-low key thought it was the coolest thing
-also started getting worried about your safety after you told him, but you assured him that you had been doing this for years
-then got upset that you didn’t tell him sooner
-but any time he sees you in your costume, he just can’t get over how adorable you look
-now brags that his girlfriend could kick anyone’s ass even his own

V:
-he didn’t notice a thing
-not only because he couldn’t see, but because he was just so oblivious
-he didn’t even notice the little things around the house
-the weird amount of strength, coming home in the middle of the night, hiding weapons around the house
-he once pulled your supersuit out of the dryer and thought it was cosplay
-this poor boy is so naive
-it wasn’t until you two were out late one night
-walking home from your date and a group of muggers comes up to you two
-as soon as one of them pulls out a knife, you kicked it right out of their hand
-and then went and kicked everyone else’s shit in
-and it was impressive as fuck, looked like a choreographed fight scene straight from a movie
-when you turned around, you saw V staring at you in complete shock
-you didn’t realize that you didn’t tell him about this aspect of your life
-after you did, everything started to click for him
-he starts getting into mom mode
-packs you a lunch before sending you off
-cleans and bandages any wounds you get when coming back home
-he’s just so ready to protect you, even though you proved that you could protect yourself pretty well