#bring on the emotional h/c fics I swear to god

[youwillfindilluminating]

so one of the reasons jamie is so into sightseeing is because it reminds him of the good trip he took with his mom... which they partially took in order to replace the memories of his traumatic trip with his dad. I’m gonna lose it.

[haileygarciasunshine]

You’ve Been Hacked

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

Written: July 18th, 2021

Posted: July 18th, 2021

Warning: Swear, Kidnapping, Use of Chloroform, choking description, Noncon make out (Not Loki)

Word Count: 3,179

Author’s Note: I’m planning on making a Pt. 2! :) Not me writing a new fic when I have 125 drafts and like 5 WIP :) Feedback is welcome!!! Send it Here

Summary: Loki pushes away those who care about him in attempt to protect them. What happens when he pushes away the only avenger that is on his team in attempt to protect her?

Loki Masterlist

“How much longer until Jarvis, is ready to go?” Tony questioned as he placed a hand on the back of your chair.

“Huh?” You questioned before remembering what his question was. “Oh, it shouldn’t be much longer.” You shrugged without taking your eyes off the screen before you.

”Good.” Tony spoke. ”Is there a reason why Rock of Ages is in here?”

”Huh? Oh.” You spoke tilting your head to get a better look at the Asgardian God at the other end of the room. “I didn’t notice.”

“Uh huh.” Tony muttered quietly as he began towards the exit. “Come and see us in the Lab when you’re done.”

Nodding your head, you gave him a silent agreement. Once he was gone, Loki appeared beside you. Tilting your head, you gazed at the Raven haired man. He returned your smile allowing you to share an innocent moment. Somersaults formed again in your stomach. Your heart began beating rapidly the longer you observed your close proximity. Clearing your throat, you turned back to your computer screen. “I, uh.”

“What’s wrong, pet?” Loki questioned, his breath swirling around the shell of your ear. Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to be in the moment. Shuddering, you clenched your hand into a fist in attempt at keeping yourself grounded.

Before either of you could respond, your computer let out a beep. Snapping your attention towards the computer, a thin layer of ice enveloped you. Upon the screen displayed the dreaded words you had been attempting to fight off.

’You’ve been hacked.’

Gasping, your jaw fell slack as you rushed to begin fighting off the cyberattack. Your heart raced as you felt a sheer layer of sweat beginning to form along your skin.

It wasn’t long before you had fended off the attack. Once you were sure that the Avengers cyber security was secure again, you turned back to where Loki was. Frowning, you scrunched your eyebrows together. Your heart felt into your stomach as you were met with an empty space.

Glancing down, there was a small note left in Loki’s seat. Grabbing the paper, you read it.

Meet me in my room.

Grinning to yourself, you left your desk stopping at a nearby coffee station to bring to Tony and Bruce, on your way through the compound.

“Finally decided to join us, I see.” Tony snarked as he glanced at you atop his computer monitor.

Giggling to yourself, you placed one of the two extra cups of coffee, you had walked into work with, upon his desk. “Good morning to you too, Tony.”

“I smell coffee-“ Cutting himself off, Bruce greeted you with a quick smile and hug. “I should’ve known it was you.” He chuckled softly. “Tony, never does anymore.” Raising the cup to his mouth, he gulped some down before he raised an eyebrow at Tony.

“Ouch, jolly green.” Tony smirked, knowing how Bruce felt about the nickname.

Sighing to himself, Bruce quickly moved, what felt like, as far away from Tony the lab would allow. However, a whispered ‘I hate you,’ that was directed at Tony, didn’t escape you. Snickering to yourself, you lifted your own cup to your lips before swallowing the now lukewarm caffeine.

“See you guys later.” You spoke turning on your heel making a hasty getaway not wanting to be roped into another buttering battle between the two science bros. “Try to get along today, shall we?”

“Don’t tell me what to do! You’re not Pepper!” Tony yelled before you left.

The corners of your lips lifted slightly in a smirk. Rolling your eyes, you shook your head as you continued making your way out of the lab.

Venturing through the compound, you were in search of one resident.

“Well, hello again, lady Y/N.” Thors booming voice echoed off the walls in the hallway.

Your lips promptly turned into a toothy grin as your best friends brother sped walked toward you.

Turning your head, you grinned up at the God. “Hey, Thor.”

“I presume you’re looking for my brother.” He spoke clasping his hands behind his back, matching his pace with yours.

Jokingly, you placed a hand over your heart as you gasped halting your movements. “Why Thor, how did you know that?” You teased raising an eyebrow. Placing your hands on your hips you giggled breaking character momentarily. “Did you look in my head?” Your tone resuming it’s previous tone.

Standing before you, he rolled his eyes as he shook his head slightly. “No wonder why you and Loki get along.” He sighed. Reaching up, he pinched the bridge of his nose.

Gasping, you stomped your foot. “How dare you!”

Your sudden shriek caused the shield agents in the hall to bring their attention towards you and Thor. Gazing around the hall, Thor groaned more audibly. “Okay, okay.” He spoke raising his hands in mock surrender, hushing you all the while. “As you were.” He spat at the rest of the agents.

Giggling, you batted your eyes at Thor, giving him your best innocent puppy dog eyes.

“He’s in his room.” He sighed as he rolled his eyes. “Go on now.”

Without waiting for Thor to continue speaking, you ventured towards the elevators before getting in and pressing the number for Loki’s floor.

Once the doors open, you practically skipped down the hallway. Your mind clouded with thoughts before you walked into something firm and strong. Wobbling slightly, arms gently gripped your biceps keeping you steady. “Easy there, petal.”

“Loki!” You exclaimed, feeling somersaults forming in your stomach. Your heart fluttering slightly, as his scent wafted in your nose.

His chuckle danced through your ears. “Hello, love.”

Throwing your arms around his shoulders, you gently tugged him downward allowing you more leverage to keep him tucked against you closely. Your eyes closing allowing you to savior the moment.

Loki stiffened at initial contact, however he quickly recovered wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

It had taken you awhile, to get to where you were now with Loki. He wasn’t one for touch and everyone in the compound knew that. It wasn’t until you had formed a friendship with Loki, that he was more keen on the idea of being touched. Everyone was surprised at his sudden change in nature along with seeing the amount of times you shared casual touches. What took you by surprise, was the sudden daily increase of “casual,“ touches Loki shared with you.

Nuzzling your neck, Loki was quick to pull you out of your daydreams. Your opened your eyes, only to gasp at your different surroundings.

Opening and closing your mouth, you were slightly taken back at the sudden change.

“Loki-“

“Sorry, petal.“ Loki shrugged, as a grin danced along his lips. “I wanted you to myself.” Lifting his hand, he cradled your jaw allowing his thumb to trace along your face.

Raising your hand, you gently grasped Loki’s wrist. Gazing at him, you saw a flash of a frown. It was gone before you could question him. Closing your eyes, you turned your head slightly, you placed a feather light kiss upon the digit. Loki‘s gasp filled your ears. Your eyes flying open at the sound, as thoughts of how you might’ve crossed a line in your friendship took over.

Scrunching your eyebrows together, you opened and closed your lips while gazing at Loki. “I-“

Manuvering his hand, Loki’s thumb followed the plains of your lips. Tracing your top lip gently, before traveling to your bottom one. Lightly, he tugged at the appendage as his eyes were trained on your lips. Your eyes popped out slightly while your heart beat picked up. Your breaths becoming hitched in your throat.

Lifting his eyes back up to yours, he held a slight question neither of you bothered to ask. Somersaults forming in your stomach as Y/E/C ones locked with his icy ones.

“Petal-“

The sound of someone knocking jolted through you. Jumping away from Loki, you gasped as your mouth was suddenly drier than the dessert.

“I…I should…go.” Your cleared your throat. Nodding to yourself, you scurried towards the door. Yanking it open, Thor stood before you with his hand raised as he was about to knock again.

Gazing between you and his breath, a sly smirk made it’s way to his lips.

”Nothing happened.” You grumbled cutting him off as you left Loki’s room.

”Wait!” Loki raced to the door frame, leaning against it as he called after you.

Letting out a sigh, you rushed to the library. Once inside, you leaned against the door as you attempted to wrap your mind about what almost happened.

As the rest of the day flew by, you kept yourself busy in the library. Piles of read books littered a table you sat at all day. Sighing, you reached for another book you walked back towards the area you claimed. Lifting your eyes from the book in hand, you gasped.

“Hello, Petal.” Loki smiled, as he gazed at you. His eyes holding a softer emotion, you’ve become acustom to over the past few months.

Opening and closing your mouth, you frowned. It was the first time you had found yourself at a loss for words.

“H-Hi.”

Standing before Loki, you shifted from foot to foot. Heat danced along your cheeks.

”I think we should…Forget it.” He spoke, his shoes coming into your peripheral sight.

Furrowing your eyebrows together, you heat expand in your chest. Your eyes snapped up gazing at him, searching for a sign.

”What?” You whispered, your heart falling into your stomach. Tear began forming in your eyes. “W-Why would I want to do that?”

”Because...” His voice trailed off. “It was just a joke.”

Snapping your head up, you gazed at Loki. Searching for any hint of a lie. Before you could catch them, tears began cascading down your cheeks. As you gazed at him, Loki’s features flashed sorrow before quickly replacing it with a hardened expression. Clenching his jaw, he knew he had to uphold his persona.

”I..I..” Your mind was going a million miles a minute as you attempted to soak in what Loki confessed. Tears began dripping onto your hand calling you back.

”I trusted you.” Your voice coming out hoarse.

”That was your mistake.” Loki spat, glaring down at you.

Flinching at his sudden harshness, you couldn’t stop the sobs that passed through your lips.

”Fuck you.”

Tossing the book onto the table, you whirled around on your heels rushing out of the library. For the second time that day, you heard Loki call after you. And for the second time that day, you neglected to turn around and acknowledge him.

As you rushed out of the library, you hadn’t been paying attention to where you were going. Colliding with muscly wall, you hadn’t bothered to identify who you walked into. Wrapping your arms around their waist, you buried your face into their chest allowing their shirt to soak up your tears. Sobs continued to wreck through your body as you began to tremble.

”Woah, doll.” Bucky’s voice rang through your ears. His arms quickly wrapping around you protectively. Placing a hand on your upper back, he began rubbing the area. “It’s okay.”

Shaking your head, you continued crying not caring to use your voice.

”Do you want to talk about it?” He questioned gently.

Shaking your head again, Bucky nodded to himself.

“Come on doll, let’s get you to your room.”

Nodding your head in agreement, you didn’t budge. Letting out a chuckle, Bucky maneuvered himself which allowed him to pick you up bridal style. Burying your face in his neck, you allowed the slight say of being carried lull you to sleep.

Once he reached your room, Bucky placed you carefully on the bed before pulling blankets over you. Moving to leave, your hand grasped his wrist preventing him from leaving. Glancing over his shoulder at you, he let a smile tug his lips.

”Stay?” You questioned meekly.

Nodding his head, he crawled over you, and pulled the blankets over him. Once he was comfortable on his back, you rolled onto your side. Throwing a leg over his hips, you laid your head over his heart allowing the steady beating to lull you back to sleep. Placing a kiss to your hair, Bucky tracked patterns on your back.

After that night, you told yourself, you wouldn’t be the one to break. In your mind, you wanted Loki to suffer slightly like you had. As you went out of your way to avoid him, your heart slowly mended itself back together, allowing you to form a friendship with Bucky.

Walking back to your room, you toed off your shoes once you were inside. Letting out a content sigh, you shrugged off your jacket.

“Petal.” Loki’s unfamiliar voice rang through your ears.

Halting your movements, you froze gazing at the space in front of you. Once you collected yourself, you whirled around to face the God. “Don’t call me that.” You snarled.

Frowning, he nodded in understandment. His hands were clasped behind his back, aiding him in puffing out his chest. “You don’t get to tell me I was a joke to you, leave, and then try and come back into my life months after!”

Loki continued holding a stoic expression along his features. Heat rose in your cheeks as your chest began rapidly rising and falling.

“Get out.” You spat crossing your arms along your chest.

”Don’t-“

”No, get out.”

Nodding his head, he let out a sigh. Once he was out of the room, relief washed over you. Letting out a huff, you plopped down on your bed before laying down. Throwing your arms across your eyes, you let out a hefty sigh.

The next day, Tony had sent you out on a solo grocery shopping trip. Reluctantly, you agreed. You had wanted to get out of the compound in attempt to gather your thoughts, however you were skeptical as Tony usually had ulterior motives behind his actions.

Pulling into the parking lot, you leaned your head back against the leather head rest. Closing your eyes, you attempted to clam yourself.

Once you felt that you were ready, you exited the car. As you began walking away from the car, you shoved your hand into your purse in search of your phone.

”Excuse me, miss?” A male voice questioned closely.

”Yes?” You questioned turning to face him.

“Are you…Y/N Y/L/N?” He questioned attempting to offer you a comforting smile.

A sudden eery feeling overwhelmed you. Your heart began beating rapidly, as the hair on your arms along with the hair on the back of your neck, stood at attention.

Raising an eyebrow at him, you turned towards the man more. “Y-Yes-“

Barely finishing your sentence, a cloth was placed over your mouth and nose. Gasping, you scratched at the strangers arm. The other man yanked you backwards. Your back colliding with their chest. With widened eyes, you attempted to dig your heels into the cement in hopes of troubling the man who began dragging you. Your keys were long gone from your hands before the thought of using them crossed your mind.

Thrashing in the man’s arms, you felt yourself becoming weaker and weaker as consciousness was fading. Your grip on his wrist quickly loosening as you felt the word fade to black.

Jolting awake, you squinted your eyes as you adjusted to the shining light above you. Groaning, you lulled your head to the side as your body ached. Tugging at your hands, you were quick to realize they were bound as plastic dug into the skin around your wrists.

”Well, well, well.” One of the men from the grocery store parking lot spoke. Gazing up at him, you felt a flutter in your stomach. A sly smile made its way upon his lips. “Welcome back to the world of consciousness, Y/N.”

Grimacing at his words, you gazed around the room. Shivering, you realized you were in a dark and fridge place. As you were going to bite back at the man, you realized there was a cloth makeshift gag prying your mouth open slightly. Scrunching your eyebrows together, a soft whine left your lips as you tugged at your restrained hands.

”Don’t worry, sweetheart.” The man taunted, leaning in to place a hand upon the back of your chair. His nose tracing your jaw line before traveling down your neck. Inhaleing your scent, he chuckled. “You smell like Lavender. I can see why Loki likes you.”

Lifting his other hand, he twirled a strand of your hair around his finger. “Soft too.” He taunted.

Placing a kiss to your cheek, he chuckled darkly. Moving your head away from him, you squeezed your eyes shut. The hand that was twirling your hair, quickly clasped your throat that was directly under your jaw. Forcing you to look him, he began squeezing cutting your airway off. It wasn’t long before you began gasping for air. Attempting to shift in your chair, you continued gasping.

Once the man felt you had suffered long enough, he released you. The supply of air racing back into your lung forced you to cough.

Moving the cloth gag from your lips, he clasped his hand over your mouth. “If you bite me, you’ll live to regret it.” He spat.

Furrowing your eyebrows together, you were perplexed as to what he meant. Releasing his hand, his lips were quick to replace it. The man’s lips were harsh and unforgiving.

Clenching your eyes shut, you kissed the man back in fear of what the repercussions would be. He took your bottom lip between his teeth, giving it harsh bite. A whine escaped your lips as you flinched. Taking the chance, his tongue poked past your lips and traced over your tongue. The hand he choked you with, promptly reaching the back of your head, anchoring you firmly against him.

Another whine, sounded from you. His tongue traced the room of your mouth before wiggling around and tracing your teeth. Your air supply was quickly running out, as you felt your chest heave.

The man seemed to be on a mission to have the inside of your mouth committed to memory. His tongue tracing the underside of your tongue before returning to the top and sliding as far down as it could. Your teeth clashing slightly, as the feeling of his saliva dripping into your mouth overwhelmed you.

As the man pulled away from you, there was a line of saliva that connected you. Using the back of his hand, he wiped the access from his mouth. Panting, your chest rose and fell rapidly. Leaning back against the chair, you attempted to gather yourself.

”Did you get it?” The man questioned, his lust filled eyes not leaving you.

”Yep.” The second man stated, emerging from the shadows. A callous smile made its way to his lips.

”Good, send it to the Avengers compound.” The first man spoke. “Make sure it’s addressed to Loki.“

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[h2bakugou]

hi i really like your stories! can i request a bakugoxfemreader where bakugo gets hit by a love quirk and it kinda lingers for a bit and everyone teases him. then it goes away and he kinda humiliates y/n and she goes off on him and he feels bad? fluff ending please? <3!!

a/n: hiii!! thank you so much hun! of course, this idea is actually really cute omg skfkdjh yes lets do this

summary: after getting hit by a love quirk that makes bakugou a little more interested in you which only makes everyone tease him. when its effects begin to wear off, however, he insists on teasing you.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff, some angst im so sorry what is it with me making like borderline love angst fics lately yall-

wordcount: 2.2k

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“We’ll just have to wait for the effects to wear off, there’s nothing we can do.” Recovery Girl was telling the truth, whether Bakugou believed it or not. He was fed up with this.

“You’ll return to the dorms, be thankful we have tomorrow off.” Mr. Aizawa instructed, letting Bakugou leave to head back to the dorms. Grumbling something under his breath, Aizawa shook his head as he watched Bakugou leave past the doors.

“Look after him.” Mr. Aizawa stated to the few class members that had come to see if he was okay. Those few students consisted of Deku, Mina, Sero, Kirishima, Kaminari, and you.

You were worried about Bakugou. Not only that he’d be dealing with the effects of a quirk for however long it lasted, which Recovery Girl estimated up to 72 hours.

But because the blast that hit him was hard. He’d took a pretty good beating from the villain alone, but he sure showed them who was boss. But not before declaring his love for you.

It was an effect of the quirk.

Bakugou was now feeling the effects of being madly in love with you. You happened to be right beside him when he was hit, making you the first person he saw when you helped him up off the ground, making you the target for his feelings.

Of course, he was under influence of the quirk, so you knew not to get ahead of yourself.

It felt awful. You felt worse than you could’ve felt. Watching your crush parade around calling you ‘his’ and acting like you really were an item, all while the rest of your classmates teased him, finally calling him soft and vulnerable.

But for the sake of not letting anyone know how you truly felt, you kept a smile on your face. You kept your head up, and only let it fall when you were in the privacy of your room, all while Bakugou blew up your phone with texts.

The effects of this god forsaken love quirk were at it’s peak on the second day when Bakugou attached himself to you. Holding you, hugging you, holding your hand, he had to be touching you or he claimed he was in agonizing pain.

So you just let it slide. You didn’t mind it, or mind his warm breath on your neck when he laid on you in public. His breath against your neck only made your face hotter, but you knew it was just the quirk.

You had to remind yourself that it was just the quirk.

“Kacchan’s all soft for you! How cute.” Kaminari teased. You shook your head. Then you heard the snap of a phone camera. 

Kaminari now had a collection of pictures, all consisted of Bakugou clinging onto you somehow.

Sending it in the group chat shared between the Bakusquad, Mina was the first to respond, quoting that you should take him out on a date while you had the chance.

You didn’t feel right taking advantage of him. None of it felt right. But you couldn’t peel him off of you. You wanted this to actually be him, to actually be Katsuki Bakugou holding you close, whispering that he loved you in your ear just loud enough for you to hear.

“I’m gonna head up to my room.” You mentioned, finally pulling Bakugou’s arms off of you, but he quickly stood up.

“Where are you going, Babe?” Bakugou’s voice was the same, and it made chills run down your spine as you heard it.

“Awe!” Kaminari smiled, already shipping the two of you together.

“Shut up dunce face.” Bakugou turned to Kaminari to insult him. Kaminari just smiled and hugged him, Bakugou hugging him back for once.

You took the opportunity to run to your room. 

Looking through the group chat that included Bakugou, you saw nothing but photos of Bakugou being nice. Being kind, being not himself. Hugging you, and others, being nice to Deku, like without screaming at him.

Most of the photos included you and him somehow, whether it be like just now where you were cuddling together on the couch, or how he’d held your hand.

There was still a bit of Bakugou that hadn’t completely disappeared, that was beginning to show up more and more as the effects of the quirk began to wear off.

But the pounding on your door was more than enough to keep you out of your thoughts.

Kaminari and Sero were lurking around the corner, keeping an eye on Bakugou as he knocked on your dorm door.

You quickly opened the door thinking something was wrong.

“Bakugou-”

His lips slammed onto yours, with just enough time for Kaminari to snap a picture.

Pushing him off of you, you could feel your heart racing. You shook your head and just stared at the blonde as he smiled at you.

“Go to bed, Katsuki.” You showed him your phone to indicate that it was way past his usual bedtime.

“Let me kiss you one more time idiot.” Bakugou’s voice was still so eerily familiar. It was the same one that called you a dumbass on the regular, the same one that you heard yelling as you sparred.

You didn’t know Kaminari and Sero had seen the kiss, let alone taken a picture of it. 

“This isn’t you. Just go to sleep.” You were hurting, more than you should’ve been. Why couldn’t you just tease him like the rest of your friends? Why did it have to be him? Why did it have to be Bakugou?

You stayed in your room the following day, asking Jiro to politely bring you some food during lunch and dinner. 

She didn’t ask questions, but she had a feeling she knew what was wrong. But she didn’t bother you, she just told you to feel better and went along with her day. 

Bakugou’s texts eased up and by the end of the night, they had completely stopped.

Finally, after about two and a half days, the effects had completely worn off and the usual grumpy, egotistical, and crass Bakugou was back.

Class had gone by fine, you sat in your seat beside Bakugou, knowing he knew. Knowing he’d seen the texts, the pictures, all of it. He was a bomb waiting to go off, quite literally.

As the time dwindled down, you were on edge. 

And finally it happened.

Heading to the stairs to go back up to your dorm for some alone time, to hopefully get your mind off of Bakugou entirely, he stopped you, slamming you into the wall near the stairs.

“We need to talk.” Bakugou’s eyebrows were knitted together, his red eyes were glaring into your own (e/c) ones.

“What’s there to talk about? I know you’ve seen it all already.” You looked away, taking interest in the floor.

“I know you know I know. Don’t think that it was actually me.” Bakugou didn’t want to say that. Despite being under the influence of some love quirk, those were his true feelings.

Sure keeping it all bottled up was his way of doing things, but that quirk freed up a lot of his emotions. How he felt toward you. 

He didn’t want to be saying all of this, but he was.

“Don’t you think that I already know that?” You looked back up at him, hurt written all over your face.

Kaminari and Kirishima peeked their heads around the corner watching as the two of you talked. More classmates came over, watching the exchange.

“You should. I don’t like you.” Bakugou was lying. He just couldn’t say the truth. It was easier to lie about it, it was easier to keep it all inside, but seeing you like this was destroying him.

“I have liked you since we met back at the entrance exams. Do you know how awful it was to sit and watch you act like you were actually caring for me? Like you had even just the tiniest bit of interest in me? I knew it wasn’t you. I knew it was just some stupid quirk. I knew it wasn’t fucking you. Do you know how bad I wanted to kiss you back when you kissed me? Do you know how bad it hurt t shove you away like I didn’t fucking love you?” You shoved Bakugou back, now painfully aware of the audience watching you.

“Hey-”

“Save it. It’s time for you to go to bed right? Eight-thirty?” You turned and began to walk up the stairs, leaving him behind.

You picked up your pace once you were out of sight, tears beginning to flood from your eyes as you clenched your chest, your heart finally shattering into a million pieces.

“Woah dude.” Kaminari approached Bakugou.

“What?” Bakugou stared at the blonde, watching as Kaminari just sighed.

“You might want to go talk to her.” Kirishima stepped in.

“I know.” Bakugou mumbled, proceeding to head up the stairs after you.

Bakugou had his hands tucked in his pockets as he approached your dorm door. He didn’t know what to say, or how to say it.

In the middle of searching for the right thing to say, all he could think about was how he hugged you, how his hand fit perfectly in yours. How your lips felt for the few seconds they were on his.

Knocking quietly, Bakugou looked away as you pulled the door open. You didn’t say anything as you stared at him, your eyes red and puffy as tears still fell from them.

You went to close the door but Bakugou stopped it, pushing it back open as you took a few steps back into your room.

You were silent save for the muffled sounds of your crying which you cushioned with the sleeve of your sweater. You didn’t face him either. 

Bakugou stared at your back. He stood quietly as he searched harder to find the words to say, to fix this mess that he’d made. Or at least had a hand in making.

“I am an asshole.” Bakugou started. Whether it bruised his ego or not, it was the truth. He couldn’t believe he’d actually said that.

You didn’t reply, despite wanting to agree with him.

“But I am so fucking in love with you.” Bakugou raised his voice just enough so you could hear the strain behind his words. Your eyes widened as you froze in place.

“And I can’t explain how I feel. I’ve never been good at it. And I was heavily influenced by that stupid fucking quirk but I swear, behind it all, I wasn’t doing it absentmindedly. I love you.” Bakugou admitted.

“And I saw all of the shit that happened and I just wanted to erase it. Because I didn’t know how you felt. I felt like an asshole even more for acting like a dumbass.”

“And I know I am an asshole but just please look at me.” Bakugou pleaded. His voice was soft again. You slowly turned around and met his eyes.

“I don’t regret anything. And I certainly don’t regret this.” Bakugou took a few steps, almost like he was running at you, and cupped your wet cheeks, bring your lips to his.

It was perfect. The feeling of your lips on his. The way they fit against his. The familiar feeling that Bakugou recalled the first time he felt your lips. 

He savored it, even the vaguely salty taste from your tears. He didn’t stop, he couldn’t. He needed this. It was his antidote. You kissed him back, your hands slowly rising to meet his.

And when your palms cupped his hands, he pulled away, holding your face still as he butted his forehead to yours.

“I fucking love you, dumbass.” Bakugou smiled, the same smile he wore whenever he was being a jerk, the same smile he taunted all your classmates with, the smile that you knew belonged to Katsuki Bakugou.

“You are an asshole.” You cried, more tears falling from your eyes as you shook in his hands. Bakugou’s eyes widened, not knowing how to react.

“I love you too.” You smiled. It was all Bakugou needed to pull you into a hug, wrapping his arms around you, holding you like you were going to slip away.

After a few hours of explaining and talking, the two of you were on the same page, completely understanding of how one another felt, despite it being difficult to open up about it.

Waking up the next morning in each other’s arms was not how you expected the school day to start. You rubbed your eyes as you stared at a sleeping Katsuki hugging your side. 

“Hey, wake up.” You smiled, nudging his shoulder. Bakugou quickly opened his eyes at the sound of your voice.

“Oh shit.” Bakugou glanced at the clock that sat on your bedside table and darted up.

“I’ll see you in class, love you.” Bakugou gave you a quick kiss before running out of your room and over to his.

You smiled, feeling so much better. Talking about it helped. And Bakugou was now proud to call you his. And even more so, he wasn’t ashamed of the pictures taken of him, or the dozens of messages he’d sent to you.

He was going to fill his camera roll with dozens more of pictures of you and him. Ones that allowed both of you to be open and loving toward one another, without some second-hand quirk getting in the way.

And it started with one picture of Bakugou kissing you while you laid together.

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Crazy, Stupid Love (Tony Stark X Reader)

Part 3 to S.O.S

Summary: After a moment in the lab and a dazed kiss in the bedroom, both of you are brutally aware of the feelings that are beginning to resurface. Inspired by the movie, Crazy, Stupid Love.

Author’s Note: I’ve grown very attached to this series and I love it, the feedback to it blows my mind and it makes me so happy. So I’m writing another and I hope you guys enjoy it, I adore writing it ;)  And because (y/n) is Hannah and Tony is Jacob. And I do a lot of rain in my fics but it’s just so romantic. This is set in 2003 ish so Tony is in his late thirties and your in your late twenties. y/fm/d = your favorite morning drink, like tea or coffee, (h/t) hair texture, type, like curly, coiled, straight, wavy, whatever you want :)

Tags: @taylorsreputationn​​

Song: Writing’s on the Wall by Sam Smith

Warnings: fluffffffffff, some angst, mild swearing, and just super freaking fluffy, PDA

Your legs dangle precariously off the balcony’s edge, a mug of (y/fm/d) in hand, hands wrapped around the cool metal while the wind combs through your untamed (y/h/c) hair. You set your drink down beside you and lean back, hands behind you and holding you up as you gaze out on New York’s sunrise, the one time of day you can really think. No distractions, no interruptions, just you, alone with your thoughts in the orange glow of dawn, signalling the start of a new day.

You bite your fingernails anxiously, thinking back to last night. That had to be a dream, kissing Tony, it was only for a second, but you remember it so vividly. You run your thumb over your lip, searching to find any bit of recollection or evidence in your whirring mind. In your line of work, you’re used to everything going by so quickly, things happening in split seconds, everything is life or death. But lately, these last few days, being back here after years of not seeing him, things have been moving so slowly.

Because now you’re suddenly and cruelly acquainted with this awful feeling in the pit of your stomach. And that brings you back.

~1990~

The day was hot and you remember clearly the nervous sweat between your brow as you were sprinting through M.I.T’s college campus, hopping over bushes like a marathon runner racing for gold. Because you could not be last to your first day of college, not when you’re going to be the youngest one there. Things were already challenging enough. Apologizing profusely and repeatedly when you would bumped into people, and helping a student pick her books back up when you barreled straight into her.

Then it started to rain.

You got to class only five minutes late, but you’re previously styled, curled hair was now damp waves and breathing shallowly with your baby blue dress sticking to your soaked skin. The looks you got are still etched into your brain today, ranging from dirty ones to staring at your now see-through dress and wondering what was hiding beneath it.

The professor looked up at you and took pity on you, letting the tardy slide, something you did not want from a teacher that’s supposed to teach you for the rest of the semester. You wanted respect and to just keep your head down, but after that entrance, you got anything but.

You heard a faint wolf-whistle beside you and were met with the pair of wild eyes and signature boyish grin of Anthony Edward Stark.

“Hey, kid,” he said, leaning back in his chair and looking up at you, narrowing his stare. “I think you’re in the wrong class, you look a little... young to be in here. The elementary school across the street doesn’t start for another few hours,” he laughed and more of his friends joined in, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

You smiled tightly, wringing out your wet hair, “I’m 17 and I graduated early, I belong here just like everyone else. And apparently...” you spoke calmly, casting a look in his direction. “-more so than others.”

After that comment, you swear the whole room went silent, even the teacher was leaning in to watch the heated exchange. No one had ever snapped at a Stark like that, he had money, which bought you friends, made you likable. You were the first to call him out.

He smirked, intrigued, and tilted his head to get a better look at you, “You must not know who I am,” he chuckled darkly.

“No, I do,” you cut him off and he raised an eyebrow, asking for you to go further. “But that shouldn’t automatically get you a get-out-of-jail free card so you can behave like a spoiled prick with daddy’s credit card. Just because you have a wealthy family doesn’t make you invincible.”

That earned you a few shocked gasps from the aisles and your face heats up once again, having put yourself directly in the spotlight and on everyone’s radar. So much for keeping your head down.

His smirk widened into a grin as his eyes washed over your body again, he wasn’t going to argue with you because something told him he wouldn’t win that fight. Not frowning in the slighted, but instead impressed, hooked from that moment on.

“Tell me, new girl,” he licked his lips pensively, sitting up in his seat. “Do you believe in love at first sight?”

You pinched your brow, wrinkling your nose with that curious smile Tony has always been so fond of, “What does that have to do with anything?”

He continued to stare at you, awaiting your response, lifting his chin, “Answer the question.”

“I’d like to think so, yes,” you answer finally with a low sigh, the class hanging on your every word while you looked at the very attractive, very childish raven haired boy across from where you stood in the aisle. “Why?”

He broke into a lopsided smile and you were putty, “Because now I do,” he said coolly and the cheesy line rendered you speechless as the teacher finally spoke up.

“Okay, I think the two of you have interrupted the lesson long enough, Ms. (y/l/n), please take your seat beside Mr. Stark. Since you two already seem so fond of each other,” the professor said with a hint of a smile and the class lit up like children hearing their parent say a swear word for the first time.

Tony sat back in his seat and tapped the empty one beside him, winking at you while you begrudgingly made your way over, sitting down with your legs crossed and your notebook out in front of you.

He leaned towards you, “You and I are gonna have some fun together, kid,” he smiled.

You met his eyes, tapping your pencil on the table with an impossibly demure smile, “And what exactly is your idea of fun?”

~Today~

“So you like him...” Wanda grabs a handful of popcorn from your bowl and munches on it thoughtfully, pinching her brow and button nose. “And he likes you too. But you’re still afraid to do something about it?”

“He’s my mentor,” you roll your eyes, taking your handful as the rom-com Natasha put on plays in the background, neither one of you paying any mind to it as your lively conversation goes on. “Whatever the hell that means. And he’s... I don’t know, I’m just trying to play it cool. We also don’t know that he likes me, there is no guarantee of that,” you lick the salt and butter from your lips, running a hand through your (h/t) hair.

“Are you kidding me?” Natasha says, eyebrows shot to outer space when she comes over and settles onto the couch beside you, heavily amused by your cluelessness that resembles Tony’s exactly, if not more. “You two might as well have big, bold tattoos of each other’s names drawn in hearts on your foreheads, confessing your undying love for one another, but neither of you can see them and everyone else does.”

“It’s not that obvious,” you say but the two of them immediately share a look with a small nod that tells you otherwise and you throw your hands up in frustration. “Well what do you want me to do, since you two apparently know everything now!” You shake your head, “This kind of thing is hard for me, I suppress emotions not express them.”

“I swear you are the female version of Tony, it’s uncanny,” Natasha rolls her eyes, chin propped in her hand on the arm of the couch. “That probably made it easier for him, falling in love with himself,” her lips curl.

Wanda giggles and you chuckle dryly, “Wow, thanks,” you deadpan, setting the popcorn aside now that you’re stomach is filled with a ball of nervous energy, no longer having an appetite.

“Maybe you could start with telling him...” Wanda offers, raising an eyebrow, shrugging her shoulders while she pops a chip into her mouth. “Just a thought...” she trails off.

“Both of you are dead to me,” you mumble, voice muffled with your face in your hands. “We haven’t even talked since we kissed so-”

Wanda coughs loudly from gasping while chewing and holds a hand over her chest, calming her nerves and breathing, looking at you, “You two what?”

“No need for the dramatics, Maximoff, it was for only a second, he probably doesn’t even remember,” you say. But, oh, he remembers. “It felt more like a dream than it did real life. I was half-asleep and it was... it was an accident. But they were so... and he’s just so...” you groan into your hands, hair falling down your shoulders. “God, I feel like a lovesick teenager all over again.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s right. You two met in college. Fetus Stark must have been delightful,” Natasha laughs, grinning wickedly.

“You have no idea,” you sigh. “But he’s been avoiding me since and I’ve been doing the same... and it-it’s a mess.”

“It’s not a mess...” Wanda says lightly, attempting at making you feel better about the situation.

You take your face from your hands and look at her flatly.

She frowns, “Okay, yeah, it’s a mess.”

You fall dramatically back into the couch, sinking into the cushions, Wanda and Natasha doing the same, laying down sympathetically along with you, the only way they know how. No arguing, no talking, no anything, just comfortable silence with only each other’s presence, finding something relaxing in staring up at the blue tinted, glass ceiling, as cheesy at that may sound. You couldn’t count the number of days you three would just do this, laying in silence and stirring with your thoughts, a way to show you’re not alone in what you’re going through. Whatever it may be.

You swallow hard and let out a puff of air, “I know what I need to do.”

~~~

Natasha touches up her red lipstick, eyes looking at you from the reflection of the mirror while you sit on the edge of her bed, the bathroom door open, “Are you sure you don’t want to go with us? I think you could use the fun.”

You roll your eyes and shake your head, saying for the umpteenth time, “No, I’m alright. ‘Sides, having the compound for once to myself will be... nice, and you know I don’t really do the party thing.”

“Tony’s going...” she trails off in a sing-song voice, raising her meticulously, drawn arched brows, turning to look at you completely. “Does that change your mind?”

“Nope,” you say, popping the ‘p’. “We’re not attached at the hip, Natasha, let him go have fun, meet... a girl...” you swallow hard, stomach twisting sickly at the thought.

“And you’re alright with that?” she asks calmly, heels clicking on the marble tiles before hitting the carpet of her bedroom floor, looking at you. 

“Y-yeah,” you muster up, flashing her a believable smile and standing up. “Seriously, go, I’ll be fine,” you kiss her cheek and she grips your hand, stopping you from leaving.

“We’re at the pub down the road if you change your mind, (y/n),” she says, walking past you, but not without throwing you a smile until you don’t hear the heels anymore, all the door in the compound locked.

You flop back on the bed, a defeated sigh leaving your lips when things begin hitting you all at once. It takes fifteen minutes of you mulling over or getting just the first idea of what you’re about to do, having been planning it all day, the grand gesture to prove to Tony you do like him. That you like him so much. Because even if you two won’t admit it, you two are both hopeless, or hopeful as you like to say, romantics. 

Then you got it. 

You practically sprint to the coat hanger, grabbing your long, black trench coat, tying the belt around your waist to cover up your silk nightgown you don’t have time to change out of, slipping on a pair of Nat’s sandals, being the first shoes you find. You run out the door, hopping on foot while you zip up the remainder of the sandal and slip into an elevator, looking out while it closes just in time behind you.

The ride seemed as if it was going to last forever as you impatiently tapped your foot, sighing in relief when you finally get to the lobby, bolting out of the revolving door and looking around for a taxi. But, then, just like all those years ago when first meeting Tony Stark, it begins to rain. Almost storming.

You throw your head back with a loud, irritated groan, thinking that at least it wasn’t that far from here before running down the busy sidewalk, weaving your way through the crowds of people, spouting off lazy apologies until you get to the door of the pub, panting with each breath. Closing your eyes and taking a dramatic, deep breath, you twist the door handle and pull it open, stepping inside the bar and immediately setting your eyes on him, talking to a woman who’s touching him way too much but surprisingly, he’s... disinterested.

“Tony,” you say, loud enough over the soft, jazz music playing over the speakers, but the only thing you hear is the blood pounding in your ears, chest heaving. 

Steve and Clint whip their head in your direction, both of their eyes wide and curious to what you’re going to do next.

“Tony is in deep shit now,” Clint sips his scotch and Steve gives him his best reprimanding, dad look. 

“Language, Barton,” he says, eyes still on you though, smiling despite himself while Wanda and Nat look on like proud moms.

Tony looks up to meet your eyes with you in the doorway, hair dripping with rainwater, looking just as you did ten years ago in that sophomore hall, heart seizing when he puts together that you ran all the way here for him.

He looks you over, eyes slightly wide in disbelief, facing you completely, “(Y/N)... what are you do-”

You walk up to him, determined and eyes fixed on him, one leg in front of the other until you reach him, hands on either side of his face and pulling him into you.

Then you crash your lips against his.

You feel him freeze underneath your gentle touch, mind coming to terms with what you’re doing, eyes fluttering close when he begins kissing you back, bruising and passionately. You inhale sharply when he slowly wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you off the ground, your legs behind you as you steady yourself with an arm wrapped around his neck and one still on his cheek. He kisses you like your lips are air and he can’t find his breath, no tongue, no hands wandering, he’s much too smart for that. Just a mind boggling, blisteringly hot, kiss that makes your knees weak and eyes water.

You tilt your head to deepen the kiss and thread your fingers in his dark, inky hair, his grip on you tightening while he kisses you with all the emotions and words he cannot say put into one action. 

You’re the first to pull away, reluctantly, as you say, “I like you.”

He smiles boyishly, in his twenties again, his voice hoarse, “I like you, too.” He kisses you once more, murmuring happily against your lips, “So much.”

Your lips curl when you wrap your arms around his neck, tighter this time, finding this feeling and running with it, never letting go.

Wanda and Nat high-five while sipping on martinis, the picture of utmost elegance.

The rest of the Avengers, however, are a lot less civilized, whooping loudly and exchanging money for the bets they put on you two, but you ignore them all, in your own little bubble.

“Did you Crazy, Stupid Love me, sweetheart?” he whispers with a slight smirk.

You smirk back, “Maybe...”

He hums pleasantly, breaking away to get a look at you, “In that case, I have a few other movie scenes I want you to recreate.”

“Oh yeah?” you ask with a small giggle. “Like what?”

His head falls into the crook of your neck as he sets you down, “Later,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone before resurfacing and meeting your eyes sincerely. 

He cracks a smile, “Go to dinner with me.” 

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A Phoenix & Her Fire

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(A/N): Hey hey guess who’s back with another fic ;) its sadder this time im sorry aah. Part two is currently in the works so dont worry i wont leave you hanging! Hopefully that’ll be up later this week :)

Pairing: Cheryl Blossom x Toni Topaz

Word Count: 2,176

Warnings: TW; canon suicide attempt, swearing, emotional??

Summary: Cheryl aches to be reunited with JayJay which winds her in the emergency room. ((The attempt takes place later than it does in the show & Cheryl and Toni are already dating at this point))

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Cheryl’s fist hits the ice again causing a slight crack but not enough to break it. She lets out a huff of anger and tries once more, determined to break through and plunge into the icy depths of Sweetwater River. Tears stream down her face and freeze to her cheeks in the cold weather. Every inch of her feels numb and frozen but she’s determined to be reunited with JayJay. Her knuckles are starting to bleed as she hits the frozen river again creating another satisfying crack. She hears a faint noise in the distance almost like her name being called, a sob shakes her body as she tries to push away the illusion. It’s not as if anyone would come to save her. But she hears it again and reluctantly lifts her head, a wave of panic hits her when she sees Veronica standing at the edge of the river with Betty, Jughead and Archie behind her.

“Cheryl.” Veronica calls again “just come to the shore and we’ll figure this out together okay? Please”

Cheryl pauses for a second, she knows Veronica cares about her after all that’s why Cheryl texted her goodbye. But the others haven’t shown an inch of caring about her ever and she’s fairly certain Veronica Lodge of all people isn’t going to miss her one bit. Cheryl chokes out another sob as she’s hit with a wave of pain at the thought of Toni, her girl. She lurches forward gulping for air and trying to push her sobs away, her hand smacks the ice hard and she wishes for once things could make sense. The ice unexpectedly caves in under her and she lets out a strained scream as she drops into the icy water below. Her lungs fill with water instantly and for a second it almost feels nice to lose control. Her eyes fly open and maybe it’s just a hallucination but Jason’s body is suddenly reaching out to her. Cheryl’s arms and legs flail in attempt to move away from him which only pushes her further into the current.

Archie is pushing past Veronica and running across the ice the second Cheryl’s body drops into the water. Veronica panics and follows right on his heels, when she reaches Archie he’s frantically sweeping away snow attempting to find where Cheryl is now. He swears and keeps moving around desperate to save the redhead.

“Archie. Here” Veronica yells panicked and within seconds he’s kneeling down smashing the ice above Cheryl and pulling her up. His fist is bleeding heavily but he lifts the soaking Vixen in his arms and stumbles back to the shore. Archie lays Cheryl down and desperately attempts to get her to cough up the water she’s inhaled. Veronica swears while struggling to dial 911 with her frozen fingers which causes Betty to rush to her side and help.

When the group stumbles into the ER in a panic the nurses waste no time in rushing Cheryl to the back. There’s chaos and yelling all over and Veronica stumbles over to a chair trying to take deep breaths. “Someone- someone needs-“ she tries to force out.

“Shh breathe, what is it V?” Betty asks, walking over and soothingly rubbing circles into her best friend’s shoulder.

Veronica lets out another shaky breath “call Toni, she- she needs to be here”

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” Jughead curses while fishing in his pocket for his phone. “Why didn’t we immediately think of that oh god. I’m on it guys” he punches in her contact and lifts his phone to his ear. The phone rings three agonizingly long times before she picks up.

“Jones!! You know I’m on shift right? To what do I owe the pleasure?” her voice cheerfully answers.

Jughead swallows the lump in his throat and says slowly “don’t freak out. But we’re at the hospital and you need to get here right away.”

Toni’s heart race increases as her eyes roam the Whyte Wyrm trying to figure out if any of her serpent family is missing. And then it hits her. “Oh god. Fuck. Tell me it isn’t Cheryl. It’s not her right?” She says frantically, already reaching for her bag and motorcycle keys. Jughead is silent on the other end. “JONES. What the fuck? It’s not her right? Fangs was just messing around again and and...” she trails off as she spots Fangs near the bar, her breathing starts to get harsher.

“Toni... I’m sorry.” He chokes out “just hurry okay? She’s in emergency”. Toni hangs up and throws her phone in her bag while sprinting across the parking lot to her bike.

Toni runs through the door of the ER with such force she practically knocks over the young nurse in the way but swerves around her at the last second. “What happened? Who the fuck hurt her? Who did this?”

“Toni...sit down” Veronica says gently while walking over and guiding the pink haired girl into a seat. She kneels in front and looks up at her.

“Just fucking tell me so I can go after whoever the fuck touched her” she says, she’s visibly shaking and Veronica lays a hand on her knee trying to calm her.

“She- uhm... Toni we found her at Sweetwater River, she was on the ice trying to break through...”

“I... I don’t understand”

“She was trying to drown herself... she said she wanted to be with Jason again.” Veronica says, her voice cracking mid sentence.

Toni freezes, her vision going fuzzy and her head spinning. She grips the arm of the seat and can feel herself shaking harder, she lets out a soft whimper since she’s unable to talk. Veronica stands abruptly, steadying Toni as she sways forward. “Breathe. Shhh. Betty can you get some water? Toni hey hey listen to me. Take a deep breath” she soothes.

“Did- did they say what’s going on right now?” Toni stutters over each word and then looks up at the four expectantly and reaches for the water from Betty.

“They’re trying to stabilize her” Archie says.

“What the fuck does that mean?” Toni bites back.

“Her breathing and vitals I guess” Archie breaks off, swallowing hard. “She ingested a lot of water. I tried...oh god Toni I tried to get her to cough it all up but she was unconscious almost immediately after coughing up the first bit and she was so cold. She was barley breathing when we got her here.”

Toni’s head starts to spin again and she falls back in her seat, Veronica grabs the water from her placing it down and moving closer to the serpent. Toni whimpers louder this time and soon she’s choking out sobs and pushing past Veronica to get to the trash can. Despite there being barley anything in her stomach she throws up and grips the sides so tightly her knuckles turn white. Veronica is beside her again within seconds, and despite not having a very close relationship with the raven haired girl she turns and sinks into her shoulder. Veronica rubs up and down her arm trying to soothe the serpent as her sobs shake her whole body. “I can’t lose her...” Toni mumbles through her sobs.

Veronica lays her head on top of Toni’s and hugs her a bit tighter “I know...” she replies gently. “But she’s a fighter, always has been”. Toni nods slightly in agreement and stays pressed to Veronica desperately trying to find any sort of comfort and hope she can in the situation.

“Is there an Antoinette Topaz here?” A nurse calls out, Toni lifts her head and attempts to stand up but she stumbles into the wall and steadies herself against it.

“Here, I’m here” she says, wiping at her face trying to clear the tear stains. “What is it? Can I see her?”

The nurse sighs and says “Not yet. But you’re listed as Miss Blossom’s emergency contact and we just needed to make sure you’re here. Are you a blood relative?”

“No. I’m her girlfriend actually”

“I see. Well usually we ask for a family member to-“

“Ma’am I assure you that you’re looking at her family right here. If I’m her contact why does it matter?” Toni cuts in, her eyes shooting daggers at the nurse.

“It’s just I’ve never dealt with a case that wasn’t a fami- or uhm relative. But I suppose you’re right. We will notify you when Miss Blossom is in a condition that allows visitors” she nods and walks away briskly as she jots down something on her clip board. Toni leans heavily on the wall and closes her eyes, a sigh shakily escapes her lips.

“Toni?” She hears Betty’s soft voice. “Do you maybe want to go home and change? We could grab some food too.”

“No” she snaps, the word coming out harsher than she meant. “I’m not leaving her.” Toni’s eyes flicker open, making contact with the blonde

“I.. I know you don’t want to. But Cheryl needs you to have your strength. Atleast come put on something warmer you look like you’re freezing.”

“Betty. The only one I’m worried about right now is Cheryl. I’m fine”

“Atleast let the boys go get some coffee and maybe Betty or I can run and get you a sweater” Veronica pipes in.

“C’mon Topaz, you know Cheryl will kill us all if we don’t at least try to take care of you” Jughead says, stepping closer to Toni.

Toni lets out a snort “yeah whatever Jones”

“She really loves you ya know? I don’t think I’ve seen her as happy as she is with you since before Jason died. Even then, I think you bring a light to her she’s been missing for a long time” he says, smiling softly at her.

“Yeah... I know” Toni replies as she fights back her tears “I love her too”

It seems like hours pass before any of them hear anything, Veronica is drifting off laying on Betty’s shoulder and Betty is mindlessly scrolling through her social media when the nurse walks out. She eyes Toni and strides up to her. “Miss Blossom can have visitors now. Room C-141. They’ve managed to stabilize her and get all the water out of her lungs. She should wake up soon.”

Toni is already out of her seat and hurriedly walking down the hallway, the nurse is trying to catch-up with her but gives up after a few more strides and turns back to the main desk.

Toni’s heart just about stops when she walks in and see’s Cheryl with her fiery hair splayed across the bed and a fresh cut trailing from her chin down her neck. Toni marvels at how Cheryl still somehow looks effortlessly beautiful even when hooked up to an oxygen machine. If she’s being honest with herself she expected to be angry. Angry with Cheryl for thinking she could leave this world and Toni behind, angry that Cheryl doesn’t realize her own strength but mostly angry at herself for letting Cheryl get to this point. Instead her heart shatters when she see’s Cheryl lying there with her chest softly rising and falling. She pulls up a chair and reaches for the redhead’s hand. For a moment she doesn’t know what to say, she just takes in the fact that her girl is breathing and alive.

“I’m sorry... Cher I’m so sorry. I- I should have known I should have been there. I don’t know how I’ll forgive myself for this. But I’m not leaving your side.” She says softly, fighting back yet another wave of tears and running her thumb over Cheryl’s bruised knuckles. “You know.. that first day we met at the drag race I really wasn’t sure what to think of you. I mean you strode up there acting like you owned the place and to be honest I’m not sure if my initial reaction was to kiss you or to deck you.” a sad laugh falls from her lips. “And when I showed up at Riverdale High I knew you’d either be hell to deal with or the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” she pauses and looks up at Cheryl. A small smile pulls at Toni’s lips. “But who knew I’d fall so hopelessly in love with a Northside princess?” Toni moves closer to the bed, resting her head beside Cheryl’s arm and pressing a gentle kiss to it. “God. I love you so much Blossom. So so much” Toni mumbles against her as her tears flow freely now. “Please wake up soon. Open those pretty brown eyes so I know you’re safe and sound” she presses into Cheryl’s side trying to breathe in her scent for comfort but it’s all been washed away by the river and masked by the hospital. A sob unexpectedly shakes through her body and she tries to calm herself by taking a deep breath. All she wants right now is for Cheryl to be safe and in her arms. “Please come back to me baby”

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The Art of Resistance | TOM HIDDLESTON X READER

Description: Tom has mastered the art of resistance. In other words, the story about the three time he wanted to kiss the reader but didn't and the time he finally did.

Author's Note: If anyone of ya'll know where the dialogue from the first scene came from I <3 you! This is my first attempt at a 3 + 1 fic and I enjoyed writing so let me know if you'd like more :) As always, let me know what you think.

Word Count: 2146

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The first time Tom wanted to kiss (Y/N) was when they decided to rehearse lines together.

It was late enough that the sun was barely peaking over the horizon while they had had enough time to down a few glasses of wine. Not enough to get them drunk, but enough that it wouldn’t be a good idea to drive anywhere.

They were scheduled to film a scene the next day that would be the turning point in their characters relationship. Throughout the movie, (Y/N)’s character was put in charge of keeping a close eye on Loki, causing them to inevitably fall in love though neither would admit it.

Loki however, didn’t know that (Y/N)’s character had begun to spend time with him because she was told too. When he finds this out, he begins to question the whole foundation of their relationship leading to a huge fight.

Tom really wanted to nail the scene so when (Y/N) came up to him between takes and asked if he’d like to practice, he agreed.

And that’s how they ended up in a screaming match, though it was all fake, (Y/N)’s temporary neighbors didn’t know that.

“Because I love you, Loki,” (Y/N) burst out pleadingly, trying to get the god of mischief to stay.

Tom rolled his eyes and let out indignant scoff, stepping forward towards (Y/N) slightly. “Are kidding me? You’re actually bringing this up now?” he asked in frustration with disbelief. “After you told me that you just betrayed me?”

(Y/N) walked closer to Tom shaking her head desperately. “If you would just listen to me-“

“Listen to you?” Tom interrupted sarcastically, throwing his hands up in frustration. “Why should I listen to you? How am I even supposed to trust anything that you say right now?”

“Because of everything we’ve been through together!” (Y/N) said raising her voice, starting to get frustrated as well. “For 2 years I’ve been right here. 2 years Loki. Most of that time was spent just waiting for you to open your eyes and see that I’m more than just some mortal girl.”

(Y/N) took another look at Tom who didn’t say anything in return, as instructed in the script. She began to pace the living room carpet, going into to more of a rant. “Every morning  I- I bring you a cup of coffee just so that I can see a smile on your face because I think you are the most remarkable-“

She stopped pacing and turned towards Tom with a look of very mixed emotion. “Maddening,” (Y/N) continued, taking another step forward. “Challenging.” Another step. “Frustrating person, well god, I have ever met,” she finished, stopping about 3 feet away from Tom.

“And I love you, Loki,” she repeated, looking up at Tom with slightly watery eyes. “And if that means anything to you, if you care about me at all, please just stay. Please believe me.”

They were so close that Tom could see every fleck of color that adorned (Y/N)’s (Y/E/C) eyes.  Her full, rosy pink lips were parted slightly as (Y/N) took in breathes. A piece of her (Y/H/C) hair fell into her face and for some odd reason, Tom felt the urge to push it behind her ear.

How had he not noticed how beautiful she was before?

The second time Tom wanted to kiss (Y/N) was at an Avengers cast and crew Christmas party.

“Alright this gift is for…” Mark trailed off, reading the tag on the gift he pulled out from under the fake Christmas tree. “Reindeer Games from your Secret Santa.”

A laugh erupted around the room as Taika threw the box over to Tom who began to unwrap it immediately out of curiosity. “It’s a….. box of organic earl grey tea,” Tom announced, examining the gift for clues as to who gave it to him.

“Why thank you to whomever this came from,” Tom added, making sure to emphasize his British accent. This only led to more laughter.

After all the gifts had been handed out, the cast and crew members began to disperse, going their separate ways. Tom stood up out of his seat and walked through the doorway that lead into the kitchen until a hand grabbed his wrist, halting the movement.

He turned around only to see (Y/N) smiling up at him, leaning against the door frame casually. She was wearing a black sweater with snowflakes, jeans, and a headband that had lit up Christmas lights.  

“How’d you like your gift,” she asked with a mischievous smile, wiggling her eyebrows slightly.

Tom let out a deep chuckle as the realization of who his Secret Santa was dawned on him. “It was perfect,” he replied honestly, looking down at the box in his hand. “Thank you.”

“Oh don’t thank me yet Hiddleston,” (Y/N) said, crossing her arms over her chest. “That box is part of a subscription service so from now on you’ll be sent some very fancy tea every 2 weeks.”

“You really didn’t have to do that (Y/N),” Tom stated, shaking his head back and forth gently. “Honestly.”

(Y/N) giggled and stood up straight off the wall, turning so that she and Tom were facing each other directly. “Oh but I did. If I had a dime for every time you complained about how bad the craft services table tea was, I’d be so rich I’d never need to act again. So yes this gift was needed for you and for me because I was getting close to duct taping your mouth shut.”

Suddenly, a high pitched wolf whistle echoed through the air causing everyone to turn their attention to Chris Evans who was pointing at Tom and (Y/N). “Look who’s standing under mistletoe,” he drawled out excitedly.

Tom’s gaze shifted upwards and sure enough, hanging from the doorway, a tuft of green sprouted from a piece of string.

He looked down at (Y/N) with a questioning glance just as she looked up at him. Her cheeks were tinged pink as she chewed her bottom lip nervously, drawing his attention directly towards it.

(Y/N) let out a slight laugh before nodded her head slowly. “Alright Hiddleston, lay it on me,” she said, taking a step closer to him.

Tom raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Really?” he asked, trying to calm his beating heart which was hammering against his ribcage like machine gun.  “You’re sure?”

“Yes,” she replied, rolling her eyes in a joking manner.

Now, Tom couldn’t explain why he was suddenly filled with excitement. And it only seemed to increase as (Y/N) put a hand on his shoulder and began to lean up towards him. Her eyes fluttering shut as her lips parted in anticipation.

Tom began lowering his head and put a hand on her waist. Their faces were so close that Tom could feel (Y/N)’s breath fan against his face.

And right at their lips were about to meet, a voice yelled from the kitchen, “You guys look! I found a beer bong,” causing them to spring apart quickly.

The third time Tom wanted to kiss (Y/N) was at 11:57 pm on December 31st.

It might’ve been all the alcohol he was consuming, or maybe the fact that she looked down right irresistible in the skin tight black dress she was wearing. But when everyone in the room started pairing up for their midnight kisses, Tom’s mind went straight to the (Y/H/C) hair (Y/E/C) eyed beauty.

She was over by the refreshments table talking to Jeremy about something she clearly cared about as she was using hand gestures vehemently. Tom strolled over to her trying to seem nonchalant but he was feeling anything but.

Jeremy let out a low whistle at the sight. “Dam Hiddleston, how much have you had to drink?”

(Y/N) turned around to face him and smiled brightly. She threw her head back with laughter, her hair bouncing with the movement.

Tom cleared his throat and let out a hiccup. “Like 3 I swear.”

Jeremy nodded his head slowly. “Uh huh,” he muttered sarcastically. “Sure dude,” he chortled before walking off.

Tom attempted to lean against the refreshment table casually before turning his attention back to (Y/N). “So, you have anyone to kiss at midnight yet?”

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow in amusement and took a sip from her punch. “No. Why?”

“No way me too!” he exclaimed, his words slurring together. “Hey! How about we kiss?”

“Wow,” (Y/N) giggled. “Drunk Tom is very bold.”

“So is that a yes?” he asked, ignoring her earlier statement.

(Y/N) put down her cup and patted him on the back. “Maybe when you’ve had less to drink Hiddleston. Then we’ll see.”

Tom finally kissed (Y/N) the day her stunt double stayed home sick and she almost died.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Tom mumbled as he walked onto set.

His gaze fell upon (Y/N) who was standing on very high ledge that was supposed to be the top of the Avengers Tower. She was strapped into a harness and talking to a man he recognized as the stunt director.

“What the hell is she doing up there?” he asked walking up to Chris, not once taking his eyes off of her.

Chris looked over at Tom for a split second and followed his gaze. “Oh (Y/N)? Yea, her stunt double is out sick today so she decided to do the scene herself.”

“Well why doesn’t she just wait until she comes back?” Tom asked confused.

“We’ve rescheduled the shooting of this scene for weeks now and (Y/N) wanted to get it over with I guess,” Chris replied shrugging his shoulders. He took note of the worried expression that overtook Tom’s face as the director yelled action.

“Hey,” Chris whispered patting him on the back. “She’ll be fine. Stunts like this are done all the time.”

Tom couldn’t tear his gaze away from (Y/N) who was walking backwards towards the ledge. Backing away from a monster that would edited in later. “Still,” he muttered under his breath.

She backed up until one foot slid off like the script instructed and wobbled slightly before regaining her balance. Her (Y/H/C) hair blew behind her as a fan was directed towards her, making it seem as though it was very windy.

With one last look of fear at the invisible monster and the hard pavement that once edited would be hundreds of feet below her, (Y/N) stepped off the ledge and began to free fall three stories.

Everything seemed to go in slow motion.

It started off according to plan but after a split second of falling, a loud snap along with a screech from (Y/N) echoed throughout the sound stage.

Tom sucked in a breath as everyone around him let out a gasp at the sight. The harness was still on (Y/N) but the rope attached to it had snapped, making it useless.

For a moment, Tom swore his heart stopped as (Y/N) hit the mat with very loud thud. He along with a few other crew member, rushed over to her side as quickly as possible.

He slid down onto the floor by her side and looked over her frantically. “Oh my god (Y/N) are you okay?”

She sat up taking in a deep breath and rubbed her head, blinking widely. “Yea I think so,” she mumbled looking him in the eye. “I’m fine but this mat sucks ya’ll should really replace it.”

The cast and crew members gathered around her all let out a sigh of relief and laughed at the joke she cracked. “But don’t put this on the blooper reel please,” she continued. “My parents will flip shit if they saw this.”

Tom sighed in relief, the fear in his chest disappearing at the sight of her smiling. “Oh thank god,” he mumbled, running a hand through his hair. “For a second there I thought…”

(Y/N) put a hand on his shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile. “I’m fine Tom, really. It’ll take a lot more than a 3 story fall to take me out.”

It might’ve been the adrenaline running through his veins or the fact that Tom finally realized he needed to act on his feelings before it was too late. But in that moment, he couldn’t resist (Y/N) any longer.

Tom reached a hand behind (Y/N)’s neck and pulled her lips down to his, trying to convey every emotion he was feeling into the kiss.

She tensed up slightly but responded almost immediately, wrapping an arm around his neck to pull Tom closer. He smiled into the kiss as the people surrounding them let out whistles and clapped.

The kiss was short and sweet, but it was amazing none the less. Though the circumstances were less than ideal, the person he shared it with was perfect.

Tom couldn’t imagine his first kiss with (Y/N) going any other way.

[the-dork-overlord]

I’ll Be Home for Christmas (Bucky x Scottish!Reader) [request]

“Oh I love your writing so much! Can you do a bucky x reader where she’s from Scotland and it’s her first Christmas away from home? Bucky gets Tonys help with a surprise for her. He brings her to Central Park where Tony hired a flash mob with a Gaelic pipes and drums band to play Christmas songs. The whole team shows up for it.” I certainly can! And here you go! Thank you so much for requesting, I love doing Bucky fics xx

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Bucky had just returned to the tower after finishing a mission with Steve in Siberia. He hadn’t seen his girlfriend, Y/N, for weeks and wanted nothing more than to spend some alone time with her. He patted Steve on the back and grinned. “I’m gonna go find my gal.” He said and Steve nodded at him, smiling.

“Yeah yeah, go on.” He said and waved Bucky off.

Bucky took no time in getting back into the elevator in order to go to the floor that he and Y/N lived on together. It had taken years for Bucky to finally open his heart again, although he had held feelings for the girl since he first met her-almost five years ago-he didn’t feel ready to give himself away completely. He waited patiently for T’Challa and his team to find a solution to the trigger words that made him into the Winter Soldier, and when they finally did, Y/N was the first person he ran to. They had now been dating for over two years. The best years of his long existence.

Bucky got off the elevator and promptly came to the door that lead to his bedroom. He took a deep breath and opened it.

When he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him, he spotted his beloved sitting in the armchair in the corner of the room, reading with the lamp providing her a soft glow.

Y/N slowly lifted her E/C eyes up to meet Bucky’s blue ones and she grinned. “Mùirnean.” (Scottish-Gaelic for dearly beloved person or darling, male pronoun) She greeted, relief present in her softly Scottish accented voice. She got up out of her chair and placed the book on the small table that the lamp rested on.

She then quickly made her way to Bucky, allowing him to wrap her within his arms and pull her up from the ground to hug her tightly. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed some of his long brown hair off his forehead.

“Hey.” He whispered. Y/N placed a soft kiss on his lips and held him tightly. “What’s wrong?” He asked her, suddenly a little worried. “You seem down.” He continued.

Y/N slid out of his arms and felt her feet touch the soft carpet again, she gripped onto his forearms, looking down at the shiny metal of his left. She sighed and then looked up again. “I miss home, I miss my parents, my siblings, the whole Scottish culture. You should have seen it all at Christmas. It was amazing, my childhood was the best.” She said and buried her face in his chest. Bucky put a hand on her H/C head and smiled sadly. “We used to go into the town, there was a band that played Christmas songs.” She continued in her reminiscing.

Bucky pulled her to sit on the bed, bringing her to sit on his lap as she continued to look back to the life she lived in Scotland. Before she had come to America when she was in her early 20s. He simply listened to her, truly curious about what her life had been like. He started to see why she missed it all. Joining the Avengers had meant that she couldn’t go back home for a very long time, half of it was to do with keeping danger away from her family and the other half was to do with how busy she had been for the last half a decade. Bucky knew that she facetimed her family often and sent packages and letters, but it just wasn’t the same as being in Scotland personally.

They stayed that way for hours, recalling their pasts, what they missed. Y/N listened to Bucky as he talked about what it was like growing up in the 20s-40s, what life with Steve was like growing up. They both held onto each other as they started to miss the lives that they would never have again, but found comfort in the future that they would have together.

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“A flash mob.”

Bucky stared down at Tony Stark and crossed his arms, raising his dark eyebrows at the billionaire as he brought up the idea of a flash mob. “I don’t know if Y/N would like something as big as that, I was thinking just a small band with just us.” He said, but Tony wasn’t having any of it.

“Trust me, I know what the ladies like. Y/N will love it.” He said and pulled out his phone. “I can get it all ready for a couple of days’ time.”

Bucky let out a deep breath that was akin to a sigh and glanced over at Steve, who simply shrugged his shoulders and continued drinking coffee. “Alright.” Bucky said in defeat.

“Good good, I have a buddy who may know a Gaelic band.” Tony flicked through his phone and then nodded. “Got him.” Tony spent a few minutes talking and laughing to someone on his phone, leaving Bucky and Steve to just stare at him in silence, both having doubts about this plan. When Tony had finished his conversation, he grinned at the two super soldiers. “All sorted, just make sure you take Y/N to Central Park at six in two days’ time.”

Bucky smiled at Tony and thanked him, but reached out a hand to stop him from leaving the room. “Actually Tony, there is one more thing I need your help with…”

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Y/N frowned around the blindfold that Bucky had placed over her eyes and held onto his hand tightly. She had no idea where she was going or what Bucky was planning, all she knew was that she was forced into a coat and then pulled out of the Avengers tower building onto the cold street.

She sighed in annoyance when she was bundled into a car, nearly knocking her head against the roof on the way in. “Bucky, I feel like this is going to get me seriously injured or killed.” She murmured and felt for her seatbelt, struggling to find the slot for it.

Bucky reaches across her and calmly slides the belt into the buckle. He then can’t help himself from pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “Have patience.” He answers and then gets into the car.

“I swear to God, Barnes, if I do die, I will haunt you!”

Bucky laughs and laces their fingers together, which causes Y/N to feel slightly calmer.

It only takes a small while to get to the entrance of Central Park, but to Y/N it felt like eternity as she couldn’t see a damn thing. She lets out a small huff when she feels the vehicle stop, she hadn’t been paying enough attention to even attempt at figuring out where she had been taken.

Bucky gets out of the car and goes round to the other side, opening the door for her before helping her out and thanking the driver.

Bucky then moves to stand behind Y/N and places his hands tightly onto her shoulders. “Right, now, start walking and I’ll guide you. I promise not to let you trip or walk into a wall, doll.” He says.

Y/N takes a deep breath and starts walking forward. “I swear, if you let me walk into a wall then I’ll get Tony to spray your arm in a disgusting neon pink colour.”

“I don’t know what you have against neon pink.” He says and chuckles at her, keeping her walking steady.

Bucky looks up and could just about see the clearing in which a large amount of people were milling around. “It’s an unnatural and beastly colour.” Y/N said with a shrug.

“Okay.” Bucky brings her to a standstill and then unwraps the blindfold from around her eyes.

Y/N blinks a few times so her eyes can adjust to being released from the darkness of the blindfold and raises an eyebrow, before turning around to look at Bucky with a deadpanned expression.

“It’s…the park.” She says, monotone.

“It is indeed.” He grins.

“You brought me to the feckin park.” She crosses her arms. “You blindfolded and kidnapped me, to bring me to a bloody feckin park.”

Bucky slides his arm across her back and forces her to start walking towards the centre of the little cleared area. Y/N shakes her head a little, but then sighs and brings herself closer into Bucky’s side. “If you wanted a romantic stroll in the park, then all you had to do was a-“

Y/N immediately stopped speaking midsentence when she heard the beginning of a Christmas song being played by a band. The longer she stood in the spot she stopped, the more people starting picking up instruments and joining in. Y/N recognised a few of the instruments as ones she had previously mentioned to Bucky, such as the Gaelic pipes. Bucky stood still and watched as more people joined in and others began dancing around to the Christmas music. He held on tightly to the speechless Scots woman beside him and grinned when he spied the other Avengers scattered around the area, slowly walking towards them.

Bucky reached into his pocket and pulled out a long box tied up with a F/C ribbon. He pressed it into Y/N’s hands and then turned his attention back to the band playing Gaelic music.

Y/N softly touched the ribbon on the box and felt tears reach her eyes, she hadn’t even opened it yet, but just listening to the beautiful music of her homeland made her so emotional. She carefully pulled the end of the ribbon and rolled it up, placing it into her pocket before reaching to open the lid of the box.

As Y/N stared at the contents of the box she started sobbing uncontrollably. Bucky quickly turned and kneeled in front of her, pulling her into a hug. “Those are happy tears, yeah?” He asked and all Y/N could do in reply was nod vigorously.

She pulled out one of the plan tickets that would take her back home and looked at Bucky in pure love and adoration. “How?” She asked.

“Tony and I have been talking to Fury, then we spoke to your mum, it’s all been planned out. You and I are going to be getting on a plane tomorrow headed to Scotland, where we’ll be spending Christmas and New Year’s.” Bucky spoke to her softly and wiped the tears off her S/C cheeks.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to every available space on his perfect little super soldier face. She kept repeating how much she loved him, causing Bucky to laugh happily at how she couldn’t stop crying. She wasn’t normally one to cry like this, but God, she was so beautiful to Bucky.

“I better tell da and mum that I’ll be home for Christmas. I love you so much.” She said.

Bucky kissed her soundly on her lips. “I’m always home when I’m with you. Merry Christmas.”

I hope you enjoyed this! I apologise for any mistranslation. This was incredibly fun to write!

Remember that my box is always open and ready for you to request all you like!! I love getting them.

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Long Live the King - (Ardyn Izunia x Reader) Prologue

Hey everybody! I have started a new fic again, hurray! Anyway, this fic comes curtesy of @maty-yami, who gave me the lovely prompt.

What if Ardyn had a family when he was king, and ended up losing them, which spurned his desire for revenge. But everything is not as it seems....

So here we go, hope you enjoy! ^_^

They say that every person suffers a great betrayal in their lifetime. And it is in that moment, one is often given a choice; a safeguard. A coin of Fate with salvation stamped upon it, to rescue those who were blind to the traitor of their trust when flipped. But when one gambles against the gods themselves, they should know that winning was never an option. A lesson you were harshly taught….

All your life, your family has tended to the gardens of the Citadel. It was hard work- but one you took pride in. And it was not uncommon for your father or the other servants to find you sitting amongst the flora and fauna, dirt across your face, playing a tune upon your ocarina. Your father often teased you, calling you his little nymph, a name that you carried like a badge of honor.

“Oh, my little nymph,” your father chuckled. “You could charm the Kings themselves with your sweet melodies.”

It never failed to make you laugh at the irony of your father’s words. For it was only a decade later that you would meet him: the one that would claim your heart.

The summer evening was uncommonly warm that day, causing sleep to elude you. And so, you left the uncomfortable warmth of your bed and walked the familiar hallways of the Citadel before coming upon the royal gardens. The scent of roses made you smile as you slowly walked through the grass to your favorite place within the garden. A simple gazebo, standing beside the edge of the garden and hidden by the roses that twisted around it. Sitting upon the bench that stood by, it allowed you to enjoy the view of the small lake and the cherry blossom trees that stood beside it like silent guardians.

Lifting your cherished instrument to your lips, you closed your eyes and played, allowing your mind to wander.

“You play beautifully.”

The sudden voice had startled you, causing the sweet melody you were playing to dissipate into the evening air. You turned to face the man who had caught you by surprise; dressed in fine clothes of black and grey he seemed as if he was part of the shadows themselves. His hair was a vibrant shade of crimson like that of a fine wine, surrounding strong features that surely belonged to an aristocrat. The man cocked his head to the side, frowning slightly at the abrupt end to your music. “I apologize, it was not my intention to frighten you.”

You stood immediately, dusting your skirt of dirt. “There is no need for apologizes. And I am sorry but, I must be going- “

“Will you continue?” The man spoke, causing you to halt in your tracks.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Will you continue to play? Your music…I find it soothing.”

You looked down at your ocarina before meeting the man’s gaze. His golden eyes seemed to glow in the evening light, making you flush slightly at the intensity of his stare. “If you do not mind….”

“Not at all.” The man smiled, sitting upon the bench and gesturing for you to sit beside him.

And so, your father’s words spoke true, for Ardyn had become bewitched by you, and you with him. So many nights you both spent in the company of one another, often ending with you playing music.

But all good things do come to an end……

“Please, no! Not him, not my baby!”

“Shut yer trap, witch!”

The force of the backhand sent you spinning to the floor, the swelling of your cheek promising a bruise there. A round of mocking laughter echoed around the large throne room, causing fresh tears to fall from your (e/c) eyes.

“Leave them be Izunia! I beg of you, do as you would to me; but spare my family.” Ardyn pleaded, his handsome face now bruised and bloodied from the force of his brother’s blows.

“What is this? The King of Lucis; begging for mercy! Oh, how the mighty have fallen.” Izunia sneered, gesturing to the guard holding your child. “Bring the boy here.”

“No!” both you and Ardyn shouted, the later collapsing from the force of a punch to the stomach while another guard twisted your arm behind your back.

Izunia took hold of the sobbing child, his cries echoing around the throne room. He smiled down at the child, it’s cries slowly dying down to mere whimpers of discomfort. “What a lovely child you have been gifted brother. He even has your eyes!” The elder prince laughed, cradling your son gently across his chest, “Tis a shame his fate was doomed from birth.” And in one swift motion, Izunia removed the dagger strapped to his thigh and plunged it into the stomach of your child.

“NO!” You and Ardyn both screamed in horror as the bundle fell to the floor, a crimson flower blooming across the ivory blanket. A cry of terror ripped from your throat as you collapsed onto the floor, tears streaming down your face as you tried desperately to reach your baby with the guardsman restraining you. Izunia walked down from the steps, bypassing Ardyn who thrashed against his chains like a wild animal, before kneeling in front of you. He yanked you up by your (h/c) hair, the dagger in his hands trailing alongside your cheek; the once silver blade now stained ruby-red.

“Do you not see, my dear? This is what that daemon has given you: nothing but pain and the corpse of your child. I hope it was worth it.” Izunia smirked before standing up once more. “Take her to the dungeon, she will stand trial for her association with this abomination.”

“No! Don’t take her too! Leave her be!”

Izunia turned to look at his brother, a mocking smile gracing his lips. “Oh, dear brother, what right do you have to give me orders? You could not save your child, and now you have damned your wife. Where is your power now ‘Chosen King’?”

“IZUNIA! IF YOU HARM HER I SWEAR I WILL KILL YOU! DO YOU HEAR ME!?” Ardyn screamed as he watched the guardsmen drag you away from the throne room. Your (e/c) eyes met your beloved’s golden iris’ one last time before the double doors slammed shut.

It was cold, yet the temperature did little to bother you. Curled into the corner of your stone cell you sat, your tears turning to dry, heaving sobs. Your poor child; the spark of light that was the proof of your love for Ardyn…was gone. Ripped away from your embrace before departing this world forever. He sounded so scared in those final moments, his cries still echoing inside your mind. You clawed at your hair as your sobs continued, begging for that accursed sound to stop as it taunted you.

“Do not despair little nymph, all is not loss.”

Your head jerked upward so fast, you felt a brief spell of vertigo from the harsh movement. Standing before you, opposite the bars of your prison cell, stood a black-haired woman; clad in a kimono of black silk with white and gold embellishing. Though her eyes remained closed you could feel them pierce through your flesh and gaze into your soul. “…Who are you?”

“I have many names, but you may call me Gentiana; a Messenger.”

You rose shakily to your feet, eyes glaring in outrage at the woman that stood before you. “How dare you…How dare you show your face before me”

“Your anger is justified, but let it be known-

“Justified!? I lost my SON! MY HUSBAND!” You screeched, the anger and sorrow becoming too much for you to bare. “He was murdered, before my very eyes and I did NOTHING! My precious boy....my sweet King…. gone…all gone.”

Gentiana watched as you fell to your knees, hands clenching the iron bars of your prison, drowning in the ocean of your sorrow. She knelt beside you, gently grasping your hands; her own as cold as ice. “Your son knows you would have taken his place if you could have. And it is the love you hold for him that he will always remember.”

You stared up at the woman in surprise, her kind words a lifeline in the storm of emotions you felt. She opened her eyes briefly at you and smiled, “sometimes we forget…how fragile mortals can be….”

“Yet you still forsook my husband.”

“In darkness the Accursed must walk, until that day when the King of Kings will come; purging our star of its scourge.” Gentiana gave you a sad smile, “you are brave little nymph. Though I ask you this: will you stand beside your King even in the darkest of times? Is your courage as strong as your love?”

You did not even ponder her questions, answering immediately with a nod of your head, eyes shining with the fire of determination. “Yes.”

“Then come with me, and we shall see if your words ring true.”

The door to your cell creaked open, before Gentiana spun on her heel, walking down the dungeon corridor. Quickly you followed, the once warm corridors of the Citadel feeling unbearably cold, with the temperature falling with every step you took. Your breath puffed out in small clouds as you shivered, following your guide throughout the place that was once your home. At long last you arrived at your destination: the royal gardens, frozen in ice. Large icicles clung to the cherry blossom trees while frost covered the ground; the roses you once loved now trapped in a prison of ice, forever frozen in a state of full-bloom.

“When the King of Kings shall come, the true test will begin. For now; sleep brave nymph....and wait for the dawn.”

You shivered in the frozen air as the Messenger placed to fingers to her lips before gently pressing them to your forehead. Instantly the world seemed to stop; your limbs becoming heavy as the winter air creeped through your veins. Soon the death-like chill consumed your entire body, causing your legs to fail you as you fell backward into the lake with a small splash. As you sunk deeper into the water you watched the moonlight fade away as darkness clouded your vision….

“Awaken, little nymph, the time has come….” The Messengers voice whispered into your mind.

“Dad, there’s someone in the lake!”

“By the Six! Someone call the physician, she’s still breathing!”

And there’s the prologue! I hope you all enjoyed it and please stay tuned for the next chapter (which I am working on as fast as I can). Take care everyone! ^_^

[deanssweetheart23]

Bonfire Heart

Title: Bonfire Heart

Summary:  Dean runs some errands for his friend, Jody Mills and is damn pissed about it. Until he runs into a girl he finds impossible not to think about. 

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x female reader, Sam Winchster, Jody Mills (mentioned)

Word Count: 1279

Warnings: some language, slight angst, fluff

Author’s Notes: Hi guys! So this is the first fic I’ve written and actually posted. That being said, I would really appreciate any kind of feedback. Now to the point. The title is after James Blunt’s song “Bonfire Heart”. The story is also loosely based on parts of it. It’s entirely written on Dean’s POV and a flashback in italics is also included. The gifts are not mine. Credits go to whoever created them. 

That’s all. I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! <3

“People like us, we don’t, need that much just some-one that starts, starts the spark in our bonfire hearts.”

Dean kept his eyes on the open road in front of him, his mind already drifting to that little bakery on the commercial side of Lebanon. The mere thought made him scoff; if someone had told him, a month ago, that he would spend his time thinking about a bakery he would have laughed and told the person they had gone bonkers. And yet, he was.

In fact, his mind had been wondering to that little Parisian building more often than he would care to admit, even to himself. It wasn’t that he’d suddenly grown fond of all those sticky, sweet shit they sold there -he was a warrior for God’s sake. It was because of her.

Dean didn’t know how it happened. Hell, he wasn’t even supposed to be there that day. But, apparently, Jody had heard that the place had great pastries -why on earth Jody was interested in pastries was beyond him- and had asked him to bring her over some the next time he would visit. Of course, Dean hadn’t even wanted to go; he’d asked Sam to do it instead, but his brother had the whole puppy dog eyes thing going on and the green-eyed man had caved.

For the first time in a long time though, that wasn’t such a bad thing.

He saw her the minute she walked into the store, holding a bag that was bigger than her in the one hand and a bouquet of sunflowers in the other, and he could swear that his whole world actually stopped for a minute.

Dean grunted under his breath, a string of expletives leaving his mouth as he waited for one of the cashiers to bring him his order, wanting to get the hell out of that place as soon as possible.

Rubbing his neck, he checked his phone to see he had a message from his brother.

Jody called. Told her we take off in half an hour. And yes, she did ask about the pastries. Told her you’re on it. Just buy them, dude.

Dean sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, noticing someone moving next to him from his peripheral vision. He turned subtly, his hunter’s instincts kicking in, and there she was.

She was shorter than him -a tiny human being around 5’3 if he was being honest- her Y/H/C hair shortish, her nose and cheeks an adorable shade of pink from the cold. And, God, she was beautiful. The kind of beautiful that derived from her very soul and was mirrored in her appearance. And she was so close that if he just-

“What can I do for you, doll?” the cashier asked her, winking.

She smiled, a soft and warm and real smile that had Dean’s lungs expelling all air from them and nodded.

“One French baguette sounds great. Crusty if that’s okay.” She replied, voice laced with kindness.

“Sure thing, darling. Those are some beautiful flowers you got there, by the way.”

She chuckled, the sound reminding Dean of water bubbling out of a river.

“Thanks.” She muttered, so wonderfully oblivious to the fact the cashier was flirting with her that it made him wonder whether she knew how captivating she really was. Tucking a strand stray of hair behind her ear, she gave Dean a better view of her neck. Her skin looked so smooth and soft and he wondered what it would be like to run his thumb over it, not with lustful desire or need, but just so he could feel its softness, feel her pulse beneath his calloused fingers.

“Anything else, sir?”

The cashier’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts. He stopped ogling and cleared his throat quietly.

“No thanks.”

“That would be 7.35$”

Dean pulled out his wallet and took the bag, all his desire to leave the bakery as soon as possible now vanished. Still, he turned on his heels, ready to leave, until someone elbowed him in the side. Rolling his eyes, he turned around, ready to give to whoever did it a piece of his mind on the matter, but was stupefied when he fould  Pretty Girl looking at him with wide eyes, mouth hanging agape, a lovely blush painting her face.

“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going.” She apologized, the panic in her voice audible, eyes sweet and sincere.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. No harm done.” He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, that smirk that he knew had women weak to their knees on full display.

She gave him that look then, the look they always gave him once they’d taken in his appearance, that look that meant she liked what she was seeing, but it quickly vanished and was replaced by something else. Kindness. Affection. Tenderness even.

Dean was surprised. He’d never seen a woman he’d just met look at him like that. Of course, most of the women he’d been with were one-night-stands but still. This was different. A complete stranger was looking at him in a way few women had. Lisa maybe. Perhaps Cassie and Jo, but not always. No one else. And certainly not a complete stranger.

“Thanks. I apologize anyway. I’m a frigging disaster sometimes.” She told him shyly, biting her bottom lip and Dean had to stop himself from staring at it too long. 

Jesus Christ, what was that girl doing to him?

If he was being brutally honest, he thought about giving her his number then. Not to call her for some wham, bam, thank you ma’am time but to take her out, wine and dine with her. She’d managed to leave him stunned in about ten minutes, without even really talking to him and he wanted to get to know her better. God, he wanted to know all of her. But he couldn’t. For the life of him he couldn’t. That girl was sweet and innocent and pure and young. Too young. She didn’t deserve to have her life ruined just because she’d made an impression on him. She didn’t deserve to be with someone like him.

She deserved better.

They all did. 

“Don’t worry about it. I’m okay.” He paused, his eyes locking on hers for just a second. He wanted to treasure this moment, a moment he was able to feel such a strong pull, such a connection with a girl he did not know and never would. He wanted to relish in the way she made him feel.

A sudden wave of affection clouded his judgement and he reached for her clothed arm.

“Take care of yourself, kid.” he murmured, smiling genuinely at her. If she was surprised by this sudden outburst of emotion she didn’t show it. She just smiled softly, a smile that made his heart ache in the best way possible.

“You too.”

“Hey. Dude. Dude.” His brother’s voice brought him back to reality, to the open road in front of him, to the monsters he hunted for a living.

“Huh?”

“I’ve been calling your name for five minutes, Dean. Are you alright?”

Dean blinked, then nodded, storing the memories of the girl he’d never see again in the back of his mind to reexamine later.

“Yeah.” He breathed, taking a deep breath, letting his mind wonder to what could have happened between them had his life been simpler. Had he taken that leap. Had he not have been born to live the forsaken life of a hunter.

“I’m good.” he said.

And he wondered whether he’d ever be able to get that girl out of his head.

A/N: There’s more!

Read the continuation here!

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