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Thank you so much!! That means a lot to me and I’m glad you enjoyed my stories. Request are open, I should really put that in my bio, but you can go ahead and request!!! And stay safe as well!
A/N: Requested. Bruce is only a slight yandere as requested. Hope you like it!
Avengers Tower was beautiful at night.
The whole room was lit up by the enormous precious stone crystal fixture, looming over the middle of the huge room. The huge open glass windows offered a great view of the completely dark sky covered with sparkling stars that looked like scattered moondust and the beautiful zinc-silver glowing moon.
Tony Stark had decided to throw a party at the tower to celebrate his successful new project and because, well, he’s Tony Stark. He’s the best party thrower in New York and he loves throwing them.
Bruce Banner stood next to the bar with Natasha and a drink in his hand. He did not want to be here. He wasn’t a big fan of parties, but Tony forced him to come, even though he only wanted to go work in his lab.
“Bruce and Natasha!"
Bruce looked up from the ground to see Tony walking over to them with a man he has never seen before. He felt his heart skip a beat when his eyes met your E/C eyes. You’re stunning E/C eyes.
You were wearing casual clothes and had smooth skin. Bruce noticed how your (hair type) hair made your eyes stand out and shine. You were very handsome and looked really young.
He wondered who this mysterious man was. He cleared his throat as Tony came over and introductions happened.
"Bruce. Natasha, this is Y/N L/N. Y/N, this is Natasha Romanoff and Bruce Banner.” Tony introduced as you shook hands with Natasha.
“Are you Y/N L/N from L/N enterprise?” Natasha asked and received a nod in confirmation from you.
“Yeah, that’s me."
"I know all about L/N enterprise. You do great work, and you’re a great man."
"Thank you. You have a tough grip, I like you already.” You grinned as she chuckled before leaving to find Clint.
You turned to face Bruce and extended your hand out towards him and he took your hand in his, quickly shaking it. Maybe a little too quickly, but he loved the feeling of your hands in his.
“Nice to meet you, Bruce. It’s wonderful to meet someone who is such a genius and has seven PhDs along with being The Hulk. A little scary, but very cool."
"Hey, I’m a genius and I’m right here!"
"Oh, hush, Tony.” You said as you kept your eyes solely on Bruce who blushed from under your stare. He felt oddly calm around you, which he didn’t feel around people he meets for the first time.
“It’s nice to meet you too, Y/N. How do you two know each other?” Bruce asked, keeping his voice as steady as possible, as he tried not to sound like a jealous lover, but he needed to know how you and Tony knew each other.
“Oh, Y/N and I go way back."
"Yeah, I used to work as his assistant before Pepper, even though I didn’t need to because my parents left me a lot of money. I was there for this idiot when he got really drunk and we hit it off great outside of work and became friends."
"Ever since then, it’s been a crazy ride with this man. He’s like my long-lost little brother who’s as handsome as I am."
"Aw, thanks, Tones. You’re like the older brother I never had who’s as smart and as amazing as me."
You playfully punched Tony in the arm as you both smiled at each other. The two of you were alike in lots of ways. Bruce felt a spark of jealousy and rage when he saw how close you and Tony were before he realized that you two looked at each other as friends, which made him relax.
"Anyways Bruceybear, I have something to ask you.” Tony suddenly said to him.
“What is it?” Bruce asked, his ears perking up at hearing this statement.
“Well, how would you feel if Y/N became part of the team as one of our science bros? He’s as much of a genius as we are.”
“Not to mention that I can help you with various experiments and even be a test subject.” You chimed in with a smile.
A smile that is so universal that even a newborn baby knows by heart. A smile that made the stars shine brighter in the night sky. A smile that made the lights in this room shine brighter and seemed to be quite contagious because Bruce found himself smiling back at you.
“I think it would be great to have you join us, science bros.” Bruce spoke truthfully, “And if you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?”
“How old do I look to you, Brucey."
Bruce smirked at the tone in your voice, "If I had to guess, I’d say you are in your early to mid-20s."
You groaned from hearing that answer, "Why does everyone keep thinking that? I’m in my early 30s. Hell, even a guy at the liquor store asked me to show my ID because I looked too young to be there.”
“It’s all because of your good genes.” Tony simply added in.
The next half-hour was spent with Tony being his sarcastic self, the adventures and crazy times you and Tony spent together, and various science topics.
“Okay, Bruce. I’m going to take Y/N to meet the other Avengers and some others before we get drunk and have fun."
"Aw, and here I was having a good conversation with Bruce, but I’ll see you again soon and it’s good to meet you."
You and Bruce smiled at each other before Tony placed his hand on the arch of your lower back and led you away to the others.
"Looks like someone has a crush.” Natasha spoke up beside Bruce, appearing out of nowhere with a grin.
Bruce blushed, “No, I don’t.” He said in a defensive tone, but the blush upon his face said otherwise.
He can admit that he loved seeing you laugh and smile with Tony. He loved hearing your mesmerizing voice and had a wonderful conversation with you.
And there was something else.
He felt content because you treated him as a normal person and not some freak accident. He also felt something else, a connection of sorts and he wondered if you felt it, too.
He was genuinely pleased that you have become part of the science team and that he would see you again soon.
“Hey bros. I’ve come with the goodies!” You announced loudly, stepping inside the lab to see Tony and Bruce working on something.
Bruce immediately stopped what he was doing and looked over at you.
He didn’t sleep well last night. Tossed and turned for most of the night and had a nightmare. The coffee machine exploded on him earlier, so he was irritated, to say the least, but seeing you managed to make his day a little better.
“Good, give me them.” Tony demanded as you rolled your eyes as he took the bag. He moaned when the delicious treat was shoved into his mouth, “Gosh, these are so good. Bruce, you have got to try this man’s cookies."
Without warning, Tony shoved a cookie into Bruce’s mouth, much to his dismay.
"Wow…” Bruce couldn’t help, but moan in delight and deliciousness. This had to be the best treat that he’s ever tasted, “That was really good. You made these cookies yourself?"
You nodded, your lips curling upward into a smile, "Yeah, my uncle taught me how to bake. I’ll bring you guys some more soon."
"Good. These are so good, I can’t get enough of them.” Tony said, wiping some crumbs off his face.
“I’m not surprised, you always eat all of them all the time."
"And I don’t plan on stopping either."
You chuckled before shaking your head, "So, what are we working on today?"
The next two hours consisted of crazy experiments and them using you as a test subject for armor and weapons.
Bruce would always be close to you when you both worked on something. He felt so safe standing next to you like he didn’t need to get angry or Hulk out when he’s in your presence. Despite him knowing you for a short period, he felt safer with you than anyone else.
Unfortunately, Hulk wanted to come out when you announced to the room that you were meeting up with your ex and had to leave.
"We’ll be at the mall and I’ll be gone for about two hours. Don’t destroy the lab.” You said and walked out of the lab, heading to your very own (favorite car).
“Hey, do you know who’s Y/N’s ex-boyfriend is?” Bruce asked Tony.
Tony nodded, “Oh, yeah. Moose Capaldi, a real estate agent. They dated for a while, but ended on good terms, why?"
Tony chuckled, knowing that Bruce had a crush on you. He wondered if he should play matchmaker for you two.
Bruce wanted to pretend that he wasn’t jealous, but how could he not when you are going out with your ex-boyfriend? You two could probably patch things up and have sex. Jealousy and rage rose inside of him as his fingertips slowly turned a greenish color.
So, when Pepper came to talk to Tony about something important, Bruce left and found himself walking into the food court at the mall, seeking out a man with H/C hair.
It didn’t take him long and eventually, he spotted you sitting at a table across from an attractive man. You both talked and laughed and when the attractive man reached over and touched your face is when Bruce lost it. A low growl erupted from his throat as he started turning green.
You laughed, "Are you serious?"
"Yes, I’m serious.” Moose let out a laugh, too, “And then we - what the fuck?"
Moose’s gaze was suddenly focused on something behind you and you turned around, your eyes widening at what you saw.
Hulk was now hulked out in the middle of the mall and screams erupted from people’s throats as they ran for their lives.
"Hulk smash!” He picked up a table and chucked it across the room in Moose’s direction as you both stood up and hopped over the counter, hiding underneath.
“WHY IS HE TRYING TO KILL ME!"
"I DON’T KNOW!” You shouted back as your hands started to shake before you stood up and Moose gave you a look.
“What are you doing?!” He whispered.
“Shh.” You hushed softly as you hopped over the counter and slowly walked over to Hulk who looked down at you, “Hey, Hulk. Do you know me?"
"Hulk knows Y/N. My Y/N.” He grinned.
You chuckled, “Yes, I’m Y/N. And do you think you can calm down and transform back into Banner? You’re kind of scaring everyone here right now."
"Would that make Y/N happy?"
"Yes, that would make me very happy."
You watched as Hulk shrunk down to his normal size, turning himself back into Bruce, naked and all.
Moose came up behind you and handed you his jacket. You took it and wrapped it around Bruce’s body as he stared at you with an apologetic look on his face.
"Y/N, I’m so sorry-"
"It’s okay. Let’s get you back to the tower now,” You responded and turned to face Moose, “I’ll call you later."
Moose nodded, still feeling a little shaken up at what just happened as you drove Bruce back to the tower and he went straight to his room to change.
You, on the other hand, had to pay for all the damage Hulk caused at the mall. Bruce came back into the living room, fully clothed, and sat down on the couch as you hung up the phone.
"You want to explain to me what that was at the mall?” You sat down next to him and looked at him, waiting for an answer.
"Well, considering I paid a lot of money for the damage you caused, I deserve an answer. Why were you there? And what caused you to Hulk out?” He was silent, “Bruce!"
"I was jealous, okay?! I was jealous because you went on a date with Moose and you two could get back together-"
"Whoa, imma stop you right there,” You interrupted him, laughing a little, “That wasn’t a date. He was my first love but were only good friends now. And that’s all we’ll ever be. We were catching up and he’s getting married to a guy named Colby, and wanted to know if I would come to their wedding."
"Oh.” Bruce was now blushing from how much of an idiot he was for getting jealous for no reason.
“Yeah, oh. Besides, I like someone else."
"He’s sitting right next to me."
You smirked, leaning over, and pressed your lips onto Bruce’s soft lips. He immediately kissed back and put his hand on the side of your face, deepening the kiss. Soon, you both broke the kiss and gasped for air.
"Are you sure that you want to be with me?” Bruce asked, “You’ll have to deal with the other guy who lurks beneath the shadows."
"Oh, I’m not afraid of him.” You said and Bruce raised an eyebrow, “Okay, maybe a little, but he’s pretty cool and I’ll learn to deal with him. And something tells me that you and I are going to have many more good kisses."
Truthfully, when you saw Hulk, you felt absolutely terrified to your utter core, but you’ll learn to deal with the other guy.
"What makes you think we’ll have more kisses?"
"Just a feeling that I have and my feelings are usually, always correct."
You dropped your head in Bruce’s lap, stretching your legs out across the couch and Bruce dropped his hand in your hair.
"Are you positive that you want to get involved with me? I’ll get angry a lot."
You hummed, sitting up and taking the drink off the table and throwing it in his face. Bruce sat up quickly and gasped, looking at you in wonder as his eyes turned a little green.
You laughed, "Don’t get angry.” You whispered in his ear and ran as he ran after you.
That day had to have been the best day of Bruce’s life. He truly felt alive. And with all the shit you had done, Hulk didn’t come out. Not once. The sound of your voice is what kept him calm.
It was therapeutic. Like your voice could be used as a meditation tape for someone to listen to every night.
And Bruce, who has seven PhDs, was wrong and you were right. There were many more kisses between you two, but none of those kisses could even compare to the kiss on your wedding day.
Of course, Tony was your best man who shared the most embarrassing stories of you, and the craziest adventures you both had with each other.
Bruce was still protective and only got possessive when he thought of someone as a threat. He wouldn’t want to be stuck with anyone else but you.
A/N: Requested. Hope you like it.
“How could you do this to me, huh?!"
"WAIT, Y/N! Please. Just let me explain!” Logan called out in a pleading and begging tone, as he quickly threw on his shirt and pants, rushing after you.
Once he caught up to you, he grabbed your arm, stopping you from moving any further as you glared at him hard.
“Let go of my arm, Logan. I don’t want to talk to you right now.” You spoke, raising your voice as some students looked over at you both. Luckily, you managed to stop yourself from using your powers in anger.
“I can’t. I need to talk to you. To explain to you what you just saw."
"And I said that I don’t want to talk to you right now.” You shot back quietly, ripping your arm out of Logan’s grip.
You couldn’t believe what you had seen. You were teaching some new students at this school how to properly control their powers when one of the kids threw up, and you’ve never seen something so revolting in your entire life. So, you told the rest of the students that class was finished for the day as you helped the kid to the nurse’s office that was recently built inside. You had walked into your and Logan’s shared bedroom to spend time with him, only to find him having sex with your sister, Jean.
This hurts. You fell in love with Logan and had trusted him with all your heart. This was something you never expected him to do, especially with your sister of all people.
You felt used. Felt dirty. Felt abandoned. You knew that Logan had liked Jean a lot before you two entered a relationship and that she was still devastated over Scott’s death, but you never expected this to happen.
You continued to walk down the large hallway with your fist clenched in your hands as you entered the room you once stayed in before moving in with Logan.
"WHAT, LOGAN?!” You shouted at the top of your lungs, voice dripping with hurt and annoyance, “What dumb explanation are you going to tell me about what I just saw, huh? You don’t accidentally have sex with someone!"
"I’m sorry, okay?! I didn’t mean for this to happen, or to hurt you like that.” Logan said.
This was only supposed to be a one time thing to help Jean heal some more and to see if his old feelings were still there. Turns out, he didn’t feel anything for her anymore and only wanted you.
“Oh, you didn’t mean for it to happen.” You scoffed, shaking your head and massaging your temples, letting out a sigh, “That’s a load of bullshit. And you-” You pointed at Jean who entered with anger in your eyes, “How could you do this to me? I’m your brother for crying out loud."
Your sister looked down at the ground, shame and guilt painted itself on her features. It was wrong to do what she did. To sleep with your boyfriend, but she couldn’t help herself at that moment.
You scoffed and went to the door, opening it and gestured for them to leave, "I want you both to leave right now."
"I said get out, Jean!” The red-haired female walked out of the room with her eyes trained on the ground. She would give you space away from her, and hoped that you could find a way to forgive her. You turned to Logan when she left, “That goes for you, too. Leave."
Logan ran in front of you, stopping there and not leaving the room like you said, "We can work this out, Y/N. Don’t throw away everything we got over a mistake."
"Cheating is not a mistake. Get out."
"I’m not leaving and you’re not either."
"I SAID GET OUT!"
Without thinking, you sent a powerful blast of air at Logan, sending him back several feet out of the room and into the wall, putting a hole into it.
Without thinking, you sent a powerful blast of air at Logan, sending him back several feet out of the room and into the wall, putting a hole into it.
Your sister was gifted with telekinesis and you were gifted with aerokinesis.
You could create, shape, and manipulate air along with controlling the weather patterns associated with air like hurricanes, tornadoes, and whirlwinds for instance. You could even drop the temperature in the room to freezing cold.
You gulped, seeing what you did and the fact that the students saw what you just did. You never wanted them to see you act like that with someone a part of the X-Men.
"Were over.” You said and shut the door, locking it as you fell to the ground and cried your eyes out.
Logan stood up from the ground with a groan and cracked his neck slowly. He walked back to his room and students moved aside to allow him to pass. He would give you space and time to cool down before he took you back to your shared bedroom. He loved you, and he couldn’t just let you leave.
You made sure that everything in this room was packed in your suitcase and duffel bag with shaky breaths and zipped it up after crying for a while.
You turned around to see Charles in the doorway, wheeling himself over and stopping in front of you, staring at you intently.
You sighed and nodded, "Yeah, I just really can’t be right now, especially with everything that happened. I want to be here for the students, but right now isn’t the best time for that."
"I understand, Y/N.” Charles spoke in an understanding tone, “This is something that you need to do, and I wish you good luck on your journey."
You smiled at the telepath. Charles was always such a great and understanding person. He was like a father figure to you when you were a student here and you would definitely miss him.
Leaving was something you didn’t want to do. You wanted to stay here with the people who you considered family, but you knew that if you stayed here with Jean and Logan, you would snap and your powers would let loose.
You need to leave for everyone’s sake.
"Thank you for everything, Charles, and I promise to see you again soon."
You patted him on the shoulder and the telepath smiled up at you. You left the room and headed towards the garage. You put your belongings in the backseat of the car and slid into the driver’s seat.
Before Scott died, you would always take his car without his permission. You took it so much that Scott decided to give it to you for your birthday, which you were extremely grateful for. He was like a brother and you missed him every day he wasn’t here.
Deciding not to think about those happy memories that cause you to be sad, you started up the car and left the mansion.
Meanwhile, Logan hid in the shadows, blending into the night as he watched you leave the mansion.
Did you really think that you could leave him? He won’t let that happen. You were his ever since he first laid eyes on you and this breakup doesn’t count. He finds it quite silly that you think you could abandon him and get away with it. Oh, no. He would get you back safely in his arms and you would live the rest of your life with him.
Five years flew by in the blink of an eye.
You had gotten yourself an apartment in another part of New York because you didn’t want to be too far away from the mansion. You made sure to keep in touch with most of your friends.
Jean had been trying to get back in contact with you and you really didn’t want to speak to her again. Even though you missed her like crazy, you told her that you still needed more time away from her and she respected that.
Now, that you are officially over Logan, you had started to date again, but something was happening to your dates.
It’s like they would vanish. One second, we would make plans for a date night, and then they don’t show up. No calls or texts. It was very strange and you hoped that it was no one with powers causing this.
And you really hoped that your date wouldn’t bail on you tonight. You had a date with one of your coworkers. He was a cute guy who wouldn’t stop flirting with you, so you agreed to the date when he asked you out.
Though he had no idea you were a mutant, you liked to keep it that way.
You pulled up outside of his house and stepped outside of your car, walking over to the door and knocking on it.
Suddenly, you heard it.
The sound of shouting and glass breaking from the inside. You didn’t know what was happening. All you knew was that something bad had to be going on in there if glass was breaking.
Quickly, you looked up and down the street to make sure the coast was clear before blasting the door open with a powerful force of air and running inside.
And you couldn’t believe what you were seeing. You couldn’t believe that Logan was about to stab Jeffrey with his claws.
"What are you doing, Logan?” You asked cautiously, getting prepared to use your powers on him as Logan moved his claws down to Jeffrey’s chest and watched as his eyes widened in fear.
“Relax, babe. I’m here for us and to take care of this man for trying to touch what is mine."
"We aren’t together! We broke up years ago.”
“No, you wanted space and that’s what I gave you. But having your space is over. Now, lower your hands or I’ll kill him."
Jeffrey was scared to his very core, which made you instinctively lower your hands and Logan did the unthinkable. He stabbed Jeffery with his claws and your eyes widened in horror.
This caused you to send a blast directed at Logan who was prepared this time and ducked out of the way. He wrapped his arms around your waist and spinned you around, so he was holding you from behind.
"Get off of me!"
"Don’t struggle. It won’t help you."
"What, you’re going to kill me too, huh?"
"Of course I won’t kill you,” He whispered hotly in your ear, burying his face in the crook of your neck and taking a deep breath, shutting his eyes in content, “You’re mine and I won’t let you go."
Logan has stalked you for the past five years, keeping a watchful eye on you and the people you come in contact with. He kept his promise and gave you space away from him for a while before deciding it was time to strike.
He memorized your schedule quickly and took notes of everything and everyone. He killed everyone who tried to ask you out. They wouldn’t have to get killed if they would have just stayed away from you.
Now that you are away from the mansion, he will take you somewhere where only you two could be together and you won’t be able to be free from him. You won’t have a life outside of him and will only have him to rely on.
He’s keeping you as his forever, even if it means that he has to go to great lengths to make sure that you are in his arms.
His one and only forever.
Summary: Sometimes, you have to lose somebody, just to find out and admit that you really love someone.
Dean Winchester was your best friend.
Had been ever since you were kids. Dean had stolen your cookie at recess and you hit him with a stick in return. Your mom, of course, went over to his house and made you apologize to him. After apologizing and him accepting it, you two hung out and became friends. He soon became your best friend.
Life with him after that day was never boring. It was like a fun roller coaster and you always had to prepare for the next ride.
Though, life went on a dangerous ride and became crazier when you came to a sudden realization about something.
The realization that you were in love with your best friend. You’re straight best friend.
It wasn’t like you planned on falling in love with Dean, but how could you not? He was the most charismatic person you’ve ever met along with being kind, funny, mischievous, highly intelligent, and so much more than just a pretty face. His looks were only an added bonus. He had beautiful, bright forest green eyes, blonde hair that he liked to keep short, was very muscular and tall.
He accepted the fact that you were gay along with his parents, John and Mary who treated you like you were their kid and Sam.
Dean was magnificent, so you were bound to fall for him sooner or later.
You wondered when was the exact moment you fell in love Dean.
Well, that was probably when you both were in college and he introduced you to Cassie. His new girlfriend.
You may have felt a spark of jealousy at seeing the way Dean looked at her. Like she hung the moon or something. You wish that you could hate her, but that was impossible. She was amazing.
And Dean wouldn’t shut up about her as soon as she left your dorm room. Well, you know what they say to do in certain situations like these. Smile and nod. That’s what you did. He didn’t seem to have a clue you were faking it.
Some changes have been made now.
Dean mostly spent time with Cassie, not even calling or texting you to focus on her. That made you spend time with Cas and Meg and their other friends.
They seemed like cool people and you liked them, but you missed your best friend who acted like you didn’t even exist anymore. Plans between you both got canceled and it hurt. You dated other guys, but none ever stuck for long.
Many months later, Dean had called you. You could tell he was drinking and he explained that Cassie broke up with him.
You were there for him, comforting him and letting him know that everything would be okay like you were when he broke up with Anna and was a wreck. You didn’t know if it made you a terrible person that you were happy they broke up.
“Gosh, thanks for being here with me. You’re an amazing man, Y/N."
Those words made something flare up inside you. Hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, Dean likes you back the way you like him.
Cas and Meg insisted that you tell Dean about your feelings and you were going to do it, but now not while Dean’s heart is still broken over Cassie. You would wait.
Unfortunately, you didn’t get the chance because months after Dean started getting back to his normal self, he started dating someone else. Lisa.
Dean seemed to be quite taken with her and neglected you to focus on her. Once again. He seemed to like her more than the other girls he dated in the past.
Which was why he called you drunk and crying sometime later. Lisa had cheated on him and got herself pregnant. You were there for him. Like always.
He had many one-night stands after and it seemed that you guys would only be friends. You might have ruined that now though.
To celebrate the graduation ceremony approaching in a couple of months, some college students decided to throw a party. You might have drunk a little too much though.
"Okay, that’s enough drinking for you.” Dean said, taking the drink away from you as you pouted.
“HEY, C'MON! Give it back!” You shouted over the music, voice slurred due to the alcohol. You reached for the cup, but Dean moved it out of your reach. Damn, you would need more liquid courage if you were going to confess tonight.
“Nope, you’re done with drinking tonight. I’m taking you back to your dorm now."
"But it’s not even past eleven yet! C'mon, Dean, let’s stay a little longer. Please?"
Dean ignored your plea and put his arm around your shoulder, leading you out of the party and back to your dorm. You were wasted and reeked of alcohol, so he needed to make sure you were back at your dorm safely.
You spoke up once you were back at your dorm, enjoying the fact that Dean had his arms wrapped around you.
"I have… something to tell you."
"What is it, Y/N?” Dean asked quickly, setting you down on the bed and giving you his full attention.
Your gaze fell onto your hands before looking back up at the green-eyed male, a faint smile on your lips, “I love you."
Dean froze at the soft confession and his eyes widened with his jaw slightly agape before chuckling, "I love you too, Y/N. We’ve been friends since we were kids."
Dean didn’t understand, so you took it upon yourself to make him realize what you meant. You stood up from your bed and put both of your hands on the side of his face, kissing him passionately.
It took some time, but soon, you felt Dean kiss back and you felt like nothing else mattered at this moment, but you both. That he actually liked you back.
Suddenly, Dean pushed you back harshly against the wall, "What the hell do you think you’re doing?!"
"Dean, I’m so sorry. I-"
"I’m not gay, Y/N! And I don’t get with dudes like you!” He shouted, storming out of the room and slamming the door with a huge hard-on. You thought that the hinges of the door would have fallen off from how hard it shut.
You sighed and rubbed your eyes. You possibly just ruined your friendship with Dean who had been your best friend since you both were kids. What were you thinking?
Months had passed since the incident and you and Dean hadn’t spoken to each other until the graduation ceremony. You have been calling and texting him apologizes for the past three months, and he never answered, avoiding you like the plague.
The graduation ceremony took place in the early afternoon, consisting of proud families and friends who watched their loved ones complete this chapter of their life.
Your family sat next to the Winchesters, cheering and screaming their lungs out when you and Dean’s names were called as you guys walked across the stage.
Dean went over to you after the ceremony finished and hugged you, congratulating you. You both basically picked up as if nothing happened and everything was fine between you two.
You didn’t want to pretend like nothing happened, but kept your mouth shut.
After graduation, life moved on quickly.
Dean became a police officer for the KCPD and was damn good at his job. He also continued to have one-night stands and would always tell you about his latest hookup.
You had joined the KCFD as a firefighter and loved the job wholeheartedly. It paid well, and soon, you moved out and got a place of your own. His parents were sad and got a little teary, but accepted it and helped you move into your new apartment.
Tons of friends and family supported you in your career and life choices. You couldn’t be more grateful for them. You didn’t have much success in your love life. Well, until now, that is.
It was your day off from work and you were helping Castiel move out of his parents’ house when you accidentally bumped into somebody, spilling their coffee on the file they were carrying.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry.” You immediately apologized, looking up to see a very attractive, tall man in front of you with dark brown hair, and his eyes were a beautiful shade of bluish-green.
The brown-haired male waved you off, “It’s alright. Luckily, I have another copy of this file back at the office."
"I still feel really bad and I’m sorry again.”
“It’s okay, someone as cute as you can get away with something like this.” He said and you giggled softly, “And since you feel so bad, how about you buy me another cup of coffee."
"Sure, that would make me feel better.”
You both walked to the coffee shop around the corner and ordered him his favorite coffee along with grabbing one for yourself. You ended up sitting in a booth with the brown-haired male when he asked and you accepted.
“So, can I know the name of the man who spilled coffee on my file?” He asked.
You laughed, “I’m Y/N, Y/N L/N. Can I know the name of the man who didn’t kick my ass for accidentally doing that?”
“I’m Michael, Michael Novak."
You arched an eyebrow at Michael, "Novak? Are you related to Castiel Novak?” You questioned and he nodded.
“Yeah, he’s my younger brother. How do you know, Castiel?” He asked curiously.
“Oh, were friends. Been friends since our first year of college."
Michael took your hand and placed a gentle kiss on your smooth skin, "Well, it’s so nice to meet one of my brother’s friends, especially someone so sexy."
You chuckled, "Do you always flirt with your brother’s friends?"
"Nope, but you’re the only exception. I bet it’s hard for anyone to describe your handsomeness.” Michael purred, compliments laced on thick, “Tell me about yourself, handsome."
You certainly enjoyed the conversation you were having with Michael. He was a lawyer at some huge law firm and you could tell that he was very intelligent and sarcastic. He wouldn’t stop flirting with you, but you certainly did enjoy it and wished that he didn’t have to head back to work right now.
But Michael wasn’t done with you yet.
"Give me your phone."
You took your phone out and handed it to him, watching as he typed before giving it back to you, "What did you need it for?"
"I needed it to put my number in your phone,” Michael said, “Out of curiosity if I asked you out, how high is the chance that you would agree to it."
"Considering how our conversation was, I think you’d have a pretty high chance."
"Well, would you like to go out to dinner with me tonight?” He asked confidently, “And I do mean in a date-type way.”
You accepted his invitation and Michael smiled widely at you, grinning from ear to ear. Turns out the date was better than you could have hoped. Even better when he had leaned in and kissed you.
Six months flew by in the blink of an eye and you and Michael were boyfriends. The relationship was going great and you took things slow at first. Now, today was the day you both decided to have sex. On the same day, you and Dean were supposed to be hanging out.
You and Michael were in a heated make-out session, him kissing you roughly when your phone kept going off. You pulled away from Michael to answer it.
“Get your cute ass back here, Y/N!"
"It’ll just be one second, Michael."
When are you coming, Y/N? ~Dean.
I’m busy tonight. Can we hang out tomorrow? Sorry, Dean. ~Y/N.
You rolled back over to Michael as he looked down at you, "You know, you can go hang out with Dean if you want. We can always pick this up later, or some other time."
That’s one thing about Michael. He was very patient and understanding of any situation, which was one reason why you liked him so much.
You felt guilty about canceling plans with Dean. This was the second time you did that, but you were meeting his parents the first time you canceled on him. Dean always did that when he was in a relationship and way more than you did. You’d rather be here with Michael.
"Don’t worry, I’ll see him tomorrow. Now, let’s give these cupids something to remember."
"Oh…” Michael purred softly as you got on top of him, attaching your lips to his.
What a magical night that was. Who knew Michael could be so kinky.
“So, are you ready to do this?”
You glanced over at Michael who had your right hand in his left. He nodded, though you could tell that he was quite nervous.
Today, you invited Michael over to the Winchesters’ house for breakfast. You wanted him to meet the people who were like family to you since your parents were in Hawaii for their honeymoon until next week.
You were already a little late now, but you were nervous about introducing Michael to them, knowing what to expect. You also needed to tell Cas that you were dating his older brother.
“I’m ready.” He spoke in a confident tone and gave you a warm smile.
You took a deep breath before entering the house. You walked into the dining room and everyone’s eyes found their way to your forms as the voices ceased their flow.
“Hello, Y/N. And who’s this handsome man?” Mary asked as she and John stood up, approaching you with a smile.
“Everyone, this is Michael. He’s my-” You paused to face Michael who smiled, nodding in approval as you turned back to face everyone, “He’s my boyfriend."
"Oh!” Mary’s smile widened and looked at the brown-haired beside you, “Well, nice to meet you, Michael. I’m Mary, and this is my husband, John."
She hugged Michael as John gave him a handshake after, "Nice to meet you, Michael. You’re a very lucky guy to have Y/N as your boyfriend. Please, come take a seat."
"Likewise, sir.” Michael nodded at John, sitting down next to you who was sitting next to Dean and across from Sam’s fiancee, Jessica.
More introductions were made and everyone seemed to accept Michael with open arms. Even Dean. Breakfast went amazingly well, and Michael seemed to be at ease and showed off his funny side to everyone. They all had loved Michael, which was something you were surprised about.
After breakfast was finished, Jessica came over to you, “Damn, who knew you would score such a hottie like that one."
"Careful,” You warned playfully, “Sam might have some competition."
Jessica hummed, "He’s a hottie for sure, but I love my hot moose too much to let him go,” She exclaimed, “I’m glad you found someone. He seems to really make you happy."
Your gaze went over to Michael who was having a conversation with Sam about law and you found yourself smiling, "He does."
Jessica walked out of the room, saying she needed to use the bathroom. You walked outside and sat on your car hood, leaving the two lawyers to enjoy their conversation about stuff you didn’t know anything about.
You enjoyed the gentle breeze that swayed up and down the city. The blue sky was dotted with fluffy white clouds that drifted lazily in the gentle breeze.
Dean’s gruff voice came from next to you and you looked over at him, "Hey, man. Come sit up here.” You moved over and Dean reluctantly sat down next to you. The two of you sat in silence, a calm silence.
“So, you and Michael are really dating, huh?” Dean spoke in an unusual bitter voice, but you didn’t pick up on his tone of voice and nodded with a smile.
“Yeah, and I think – I think I’m in love with him. He’s the one for me, Dean.” You admitted truthfully.
To be quite honest, you didn’t think you would love someone the way you loved Dean until Michael came along. You always thought that maybe, just maybe, you and Dean would end up together.
But, he is a straight man, so you were happy that you moved on and got over being rejected by Dean that night.
You still had him as your best friend, which you are extremely grateful for, and now found someone who loved you the way you loved him. What could be better than this?
Dean, on the other hand, felt nothing but pain like someone stabbed a knife in his back. He should have gotten his head out of his ass long enough for him to admit his feelings for you.
When you kissed him that night, you made him harder than any woman had before. And ever since that day, he couldn’t stop thinking about you or about wanting to kiss you again.
So, he slept with many women, but even then, all he could think about was you when he was fucking them. He had never been attracted to a dude before, but somehow you made that possible.
Dean didn’t want to talk about his feelings with you, or anyone, which is why he avoided your calls and texts. Now, he wishes that he didn’t avoid them because you had found yourself a man who was amazing, smart, funny, and seemed to really love and care for you.
It seems that you really had gotten over Dean and would only be best friends.
But, Dean wanted more. He wanted to grab you and kiss you. He wanted you guys to ride off into the sunset together. He wanted to marry you one day and tell you that he had feelings for you that one friend shouldn’t have for another.
But he wouldn’t.
He wished he could turn back the clock and tell the answer you wanted to hear at the time. You two could have been happy together. He spent his best memories with you and you were his true happiness. Not Cassie, not Lisa, not Anna, not anyone. Only you.
It sucks that he had to lose you to another man for him to realize the way he truly felt about you. And for him to finally be able to admit it to himself.
Tony Stark and Steve Rogers.
Are two men with very different and very strong personalities. Both tend to get into arguments and didn’t really have things in common. Well, until you came along and managed to steal the heart of Iron Man and Captain America.
You, Y/N L/N. The newest member of the Avengers who was in your mid-20s and graduated from SHIELD academy, and ended up being recruited by Fury.
And from the first day they laid their eyes on you, you’ve managed to turn everything around with just one look.
Created a dark, possessive monster inside the Billionaire and super-soldier.
They loved every part of you and the sole purpose of their lives was to get you to be one of theirs forever.
Of course, this has caused them both to argue more frequently than they did, and the other Avengers were getting fed up with it. So, they both resorted to doing many different things to gain your love and affection.
Tony resorted to spending his wealth and luxuries. He’s constantly spoiling you with gifts and even took you flying in his private jet with just the two of you.
Steve wasn’t from this time, but he knew that if he wanted you, he needed to be himself, so that’s what he did. He took you out to your favorite restaurants and other places to your liking. You seemed to be having a good time, which made Steve think he is winning against Tony.
They wouldn’t stop until they both succeeded in winning your heart.
You and Steve were currently training in the gym after punching the punching bags. Though you didn’t need to train, you liked training with Steve. Tony watched you both train through the cameras he had installed to make sure that Steve didn’t try anything with you.
Steve was a little more skilled in fighting than you, but he should learn to never underestimate you. Without warning, Steve threw a punch at you and missed as you did a special move and flipped him on the ground as he groaned.
“How did you manage to do that?” Steve asked breathlessly from underneath you, blushing from the position you both were in.
“Because I’m awesome and amazing.” You said cockily with a nonchalant shrug of your shoulders as you smirked down at the super soldier, “Guess I’m stronger than you."
In a split second, Steve flipped you over and pinned your arm down as your eyes widened in surprise. That damn super Soldier serum strength. Steve was now smirking down at you, "I’m still stronger.”
He put his hand on your cheek, startling you slightly as you felt heat crawl up to your face. Steve decided to get a little bold and leaned down, slowly closing the distance between you two, but the sound of your phone blared throughout the gym. You both jumped, and you got up from underneath Steve to check it.
Crap, I was so close to kissing him. Steve thought as Tony clenched his fist in his hand, feeling a sudden urge to call for his suit and shoot a lot of repulsors at Steve.
I can’t believe I almost kissed Captain America. What is wrong with me? You thought and shook your head, checking to see who called you and the unread message.
Seeing the message made you let out a huff of annoyance. Steve frowned and walked over to you and placed a hand on your shoulder, causing you to look at him.
“Are you alright, Y/N?"
"Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Just fine.”
Steve didn’t believe you, but he’ll let it go for the time being, “Hey, are you hungry? I can make you something or we can go out to lunch.” He smiled at you.
“I would love to go out to lunch with you, but I promised Tony I would help down in the lab after I was done training.” You sent him an apologetic smile.
Steve clenched his teeth at the fact that you were spending time with Tony. He didn’t want you to be alone with him. He hoped at least Bruce was in the lab with you, but then again, Tony would still try to make a move with Bruce there or not.
“Mr. L/N, sir would like to see you in his lab now.” Jarvis said.
“Okay, I’ll see you later, Steve."
You left the gym, not knowing that you left behind a jealous and fuming Steve.
You took a shower and changed as quickly as possible, running to the elevator and nearly bumped into Tony who had a coffee mug in his hand.
"There you are, Y/N! I was wondering what was taking you so long.” Tony said, stepping back into the elevator along with you and taking a sip of his coffee.
“Just need to take a shower and change first. Training made me very sweaty,” You replied, “So, what are we working on today?"
"We aren’t working on anything today."
The elevator stopped and you both entered the lab, as you looked at Tony in confusion, "But I thought we were-"
"Nope! You are going to try on the new suit I designed for you.” He presses a button, which brings out the suit.
“Wait. I’m actually getting my own suit?” You asked, trying to keep the excitement out of your voice, but failing miserably.
Tony nodded, “Yeah, and with this suit, you’ll have full optimal protection along with other special modifications. It’ll be good for future missions as well.” He boasted proudly of his new design.
“It’s perfect! Can I try it on now?"
"I don’t see why not. Go ahead!"
He takes the suit out of the package and you took it, running into another room to get changed, but not before planting a kiss on Tony’s cheek. He still stood in the same spot and blushed, taking a deep breath in.
The suit felt amazing on your body. It was quite comfortable and nobody can ever say that you don’t look good in this suit cause that would be a lie.
This black suit could help you blend into the environment better and look good at the same time.
"I can’t believe you tried to kiss him! And then show up down here in my lab!” You heard Tony speaking to someone in a hushed tone and you decided to listen in.
“Mellow out, Stark. Don’t act like you haven’t tried to when you’re alone with him.” You heard Steve’s voice spoken in a hushed tone as well.
“Doesn’t matter. I do what I want, and I want you to stay away from him."
"I don’t have to listen to you!"
"I’d strongly suggest you do."
"Hey, how do I look?” You step out and show them how your suit looks on you, putting an end to this unnecessary argument as they both looked at you.
Both, Steve and Tony’s mouths fell open slightly at the way you looked in that black suit, “…Hot.” Was the word that came out of their mouth simultaneously and you chuckled.
“I know. Thank you.” You responded. Just then, you got a message on your phone and resisted the urge to sigh, “Sorry, Tony. I have to leave right now."
"What? Why?” Tony narrowed his eyes as Steve stood next to him, waiting for your answer.
“Well, one of my friends from SHIELD Academy wanted to meet up with me."
"And what’s their name?” Steve asked.
“His name is Tyler and I forgot we made lunch plans together, so I’m going to go and get ready. I’ll see you guys later. I won’t be gone for more than an hour.”
Quickly, you walked out of the lab and left behind two people together in a room with one sole purpose. And they realized that someone else might be in their way.
Around twenty minutes later, you were done getting dressed, wearing a casual outfit. It was probably a little much for going out with a friend. Oh well. You always dress to impress.
“Where are you going looking that good? A date, perhaps?” You heard Natasha ask and turned around to see her in the doorway with Clint, smirking at you.
“If you must know, I’m not going on a date. Just going out with a friend."
"Oh c'mon. There’s no way you’re going out with a friend when you look that hot. It’s totally a date,” Clint said, “I bet you fifty bucks he’s gonna have sex."
You rolled your eyes, letting out a snort, "It’s not a date and I won’t be having sex. Tyler just wants to know what’s been happening in my life and how I fit in around here."
"Well, make sure to tell him that you fit in just fine around here. This is your home.” Natasha tells you.
“Home.” You whispered in a flat tone, putting on your jacket and shoes.
“Yeah! You’re an Avenger now. It might not feel like home since you’re still pretty new here, but it will soon.” Clint chimed in and you nodded with a smile.
You went down to the living room where all the other Avengers were sitting and said your goodbyes. Then, you walked out of the tower to go and meet Tyler.
“Come dance with me, Y/N.” Tyler asked, placing his drink down and offering you his hand with a smile. You two went out to lunch before coming out to a bar. You two had an interesting conversation.
Even though you said you would be gone for an hour, that turned into three.
“Um, right now?"
"No, when we are old and gray. Of course, I meant right now.” You rolled your eyes but took his hand and he led you onto the dance floor where other couples were dancing as well.
Soon, you were wrapped in his arms, swaying to the rhythm of the music, “Remember what I told you to do. Take out the Avengers before it’s too late."
You let out a sigh, not wanting to have this conversation right now or at all for that matter. Unfortunately, some Hydra agents did invade SHIELD and recruited Tyler. They were trying to recruit you too, but you didn’t want to be a part of that.
You didn’t want to hurt or kill the Avengers. You actually liked them and saw them as family. You wanted to protect and help people, not hurt them.
"I don’t want to have this conversation right now.” You stated and lifted your head up from his chest to see that he looked like he was struggling to breathe and frowned, “Tyler? You alright there?"
Suddenly, Tyler collapsed onto the floor, passing out as some people came over to see what happened. You were about to check on him when a Hydra Agent came over and placed a hand on your shoulder, "Get back to the tower. You have a job to do. Don’t forget."
You let out a dramatic huff but walked back to the tower. When you got back to the tower, you went straight to the bathroom and splashed some water on your face, drying it with a washcloth.
Fuck it, you decided that you aren’t killing any of the Avengers. You were basically a member now. You get to save people’s lives and that’s what you wanted to do. Hydra would have to kill you before you think about hurting the team.
You entered your room at the exact moment someone knocks on your door. Ugh, seriously? You wanted to blast your music and read a book or something. Who the hell is knocking at your door?
You opened the door and Tony and Steve were standing in the doorway, "Hey, Y/N. How was your date?” Steve asked, voice dripping with bitterness.
“It wasn’t a date,” You corrected, and sighed in slight exasperation, “But I had a good time. What are you guys doing here?"
"Cap and I came here to ask you a question.” Tony spoke up confidently.
“What is it?"
Suddenly, both Steve and Tony grabbed one of your hands, startling you slightly.
"Y/N. We really like you. A lot.”
“And we want to know who you like back.” They pulled you closer to them, gripping your waist in a possessive manner.
You looked back and forth between both of the men standing before you, clearing your throat roughly. You’ve known for some time now that they had a crush on you. It wasn’t hard to tell.
You liked both these men a lot. Though the way you liked them was different than the way they loved you. Their obsession ran deep and there wasn’t anything they wouldn’t do for you.
“…I kinda like both of you.” You said and watched them closely for their reactions
“Well, we don’t mind sharing you,” Tony declared, “You want to be ours, right?"
"Yeah, I’ll be both of yours.” Oh, you didn’t know what saying those words would do to the genius and the blonde. All you wanted to do was take a nap after the crazy day you had.
And that’s what you did.
You fell asleep in a matter of minutes as Tony and Steve laid on both sides of you, cuddling with you in content.
“Didn’t I tell you that everything would work out perfectly?” Tony questioned.
“I hate to say it, but you were right, Tony. And I’m glad that you were right.” Steve responded, wrapping his arm tighter around your waist and kissing your neck.
Once you left the lab, Tony and Steve could only think about the fact that you were going on a date with some guy and they couldn’t let that happen.
They didn’t want to do this, but they created a partnership of sorts to make sure that no one else could have you. They didn’t want to share you. Both of them wouldn’t stop trying to win your heart and kill each other. But, you know what they say.
Sometimes, desperate times call for desperate measures.
Everyone wants to at least fuck you. I mean just look at you, so they needed to work together to make sure you were theirs, and theirs alone.
Tony had placed a 24/7 tracker on you when you first joined the Avengers with audio and video. He was able to track and see you all the time.
Watching as you laughed and talked with Tyler like he was your whole world sent both men bubbling with anger.
Using his connections and wealth, Tony hired someone to put a drop of poison that he created himself in Tyler’s drink which would kill him in a few minutes.
Steve ended up killing the person who Tony hired to do it. They couldn’t have him telling anyone about what they did.
You messed with their minds with only a look and they couldn’t help, but love it.
Tony has been with plenty of men in the past. None lasted long since he was a playboy, but no one ever made him feel this way and he couldn’t let you go.
Steve was pretty much familiar now with the concepts of same-sex couples. And when he first laid eyes on you, a man, he knew that you needed to be right in his arms.
And now, you have given yourself to both of them. Oh, you didn’t know what you just did because you were with them forever now.
Escaping is impossible and they would do anything to make sure you belonged to them. They had no intention of ever letting you leave them.
A/N: Some smut in here. Hope everyone likes it.
“C'MON, MAN! RUN! LET’S GO!"
Your feet hit the ground roughly as you and Nate ran fast, breathing heavily. The sound of your heavy breathing traveled throughout the seemingly endless forest
You honestly weren’t sure what was even happening right now. One second, you and Nate were sitting on your bed, playing a new game you bought, and now you were running from some guys who had broken into your house.
For whatever reason, they wanted both of you, but you guys weren’t sticking around to find out that reason, so you took off into the forest near your house. Probably a big mistake for you to make.
You could practically feel them catching up to you guys, causing you both to pick up your pace a lot. You were on the high school track team and Nate was on the football team, so you hope that was an advantage you both had against them.
Unfortunately, Nate ended up falling.
You helped him up quickly and you both continued running. Nate falling down caused them to catch up and they shot something at you both, making y'all fall forward.
"FUCK!” Nate screamed in aggravation as he clutched his leg in pain. He tried standing up, but it hurt too much. Same for you. Whatever was shot at you guys hurts like hell.
One of the guys approached you and looked at you smugly, “Did you both really think you could outrun us? I do appreciate you guys for attempting to get away."
"Fuck you.” You said as he kicked you in the injured leg, making you hiss in pain.
“Knock them out for me.” He demanded the two approaching men who nodded.
One of them reached into their jacket pocket and took out a syringe before crouching down next to you as you tried to move, but was pretty much inevitable at this point. You felt it prick your neck as you watched darkness take over.
You laid on your bed as music blasted loudly in your ears, mumbling the lyrics to your favorite song under your breath.
Ten years had passed since that whole incident happened and you were now in your mid-20s.
Honestly, you and Nate didn’t remember anything that happened that night because they wiped your memory of that night. All you knew was that these guys decided to train you guys to become assassin’s and they did a good job at it. Both never killed people. Only injured.
Your adopted parents never cared about what you did with your life, so you and Nate went and lived with them for a while.
Just now, Nate walked into your room as you took the earbuds out, the music still playing on your phone.
“Hey, finally finished training today?"
"Sure am. Now, let’s go out to a bar and forget about the assassin business for tonight.” Nate said as you stood up, putting your shoes on.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go out to not subtlety flirt with that bartender who’s as oblivious as ever?” You questioned knowingly with an eyebrow raised as you waited for him to respond.
Nate blushed, “Okay, that’s one reason. I plan on asking her out, and you could find some hot guy to get down and dirty with.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you as you rolled your eyes, but muttered in agreement.
It’s been a while since you’ve been with someone. Being an assassin keeps you pretty busy. That would change tonight. You would find someone to have sex with and would enjoy it.
And you may have just found him.
As soon you entered your destination, Nate went straight towards the bar to flirt with the cute brunette as you sat at the bar by yourself, ordering a drink from the male bartender.
From there, you looked around the bar and wondered who you should try and get with tonight. One guy did manage to catch your eye sometime later, and you were about to walk over to him when a familiar feeling came over you.
A skill that you were able to interpret, unlike some people, due to your training. Someone was watching you like a work of art. You wondered who that was.
Your E/C eyes did a quick scan of the room as you lifted the glass to your lips, taking a small sip. In the end, you ended up locking eyes with blue eyes, beautiful blue eyes.
This man was so handsome. Gosh, you practically came in your pants.
Who was this hot guy with beautiful eyes and perfect hair? You didn’t know, but you were going to find out.
“Hey, bartender.” You called out, keeping your eyes on the mysterious male. The bartender came over and stood by you, “Give that man a drink from me please.” You pointed at the mystery man who was cloaked in the shadows at the end of the bar.
He nodded and walked away. Mystery Man and I held each other gazes, not wanting either one to look away. He ended up ripping his gaze away from mine when the bartender placed his drink down in front of him and pointed it at you. You gave a little cheer in the air as he smirked, both taking a sip.
You stood up from your seat and walked over to him, sitting down next to as a smirk painted upon your features, “Hey, I couldn’t help, but notice that you keep lookin’ at me. You mind telling me why?"
He gave a small shrug, "Just enjoying the view that is now sitting in front of me. What about you? Couldn’t help but notice you were, too."
"Oh, when I see a hot guy who looks as tasty as you, it’s kinda hard not to stare,” You grinned, “What’s your name, hottie?”
“Call me, James."
Bucky didn’t know why he wanted you to call him that name. No one’s called him that in a long time, but he wanted to hear his real name roll off your lips.
"James,” You said slowly, “Nice name. I’m Y/N. So, is this your first time here?"
"Yeah, I decided to come out here and see how this famous bar was.” He said.
“And how are you liking it here so far?"
"Well, I’m loving it now that this adorable male is sitting right in front of me."
The next moments spent together were full of playful banters and teasing. You were such a bad boy. For the first time in like 70 years, Bucky was beginning to feel alive again. With you, he wasn’t a brainwashed assassin or anything. He was just James.
When you asked if he wanted to get out of here, Bucky immediately agreed. He knew what would probably happen. You guys would have sex which is his first time with a dude or anyone in decades. Hopefully, his internet research prepared him for this moment.
"Nice room.” Bucky commented as he watched you close the door.
“I’m well aware,” You responded, “I’m also aware of your attractiveness."
"Well, I’m aware of your bad behavior."
He walked closer to you, so you both were standing merely an inch away from one another, his eyes darkening.
"Everyone’s aware of that."
"Seems like someone should have got their ass spanked as a child."
"But I didn’t then, and I won’t now."
Bucky reached around you and smacked your ass, bringing your body against his as a smirk formed on his face.
"Guess we’ll see about that."
Bucky kissed you roughly, an intense make-out session happened as he attacked your mouth like he couldn’t get as much of you as he wanted. To taste your sweet, soft lips. You moaned, your half-hard cock pressing up against his member.
Much to Bucky’s dismay, you broke the kiss and went to stand on the other side of the room. You slowly removed your shirt, throwing it across the room as he looked at your divine abs.
Then, you unzipped your zipper and pulled down your pants, your cock sticking out through the hole in your boxers. You watched as Bucky licked his lips hungrily at the sight of you.
Impatience took over Bucky and in a flash, he was standing in front of you and lifted you off the ground, pressing your back into the wall as he kissed you roughly once again. You wrapped your legs around his waist as you moaned into the kiss before he threw you onto the bed.
He took off his jacket and boots as your eyes widened, "You have a metal arm?"
Shit. Bucky was afraid that you didn’t want to continue and that you might have known him to be the Winter Soldier "Yes, I have a metal arm. I know I should have told you before we came back here and I don’t blame you if you want to-"
"Actually, I find it to be quite hot,” You said, “And it would be hotter wrapped around my throat as you fuck me."
Bucky didn’t need to be told twice.
He lifted his shirt and pants off quickly and hopped on you, attacking your neck and sucking on it harshly as he slid one hand down to your ass and squeezed it.
"Oh, fuck…” You managed to moan out, running your fingers down his smooth back with one hand as your other one stroked his cock before pulling down his boxers.
Looks like Bucky Jr was happy because his dick hardened considerably, your hand still wrapped around his cock, stroking him faster and harder.
“Fuck, Y/N.” He moaned out, kissing you on the lips, collar bone, ears, and neck.
Bucky moved back as you let out a small whine of annoyance and watched as he pulled off his boxers before taking yours off as well.
“Get on your knees, doll.” He demanded, grabbing your hips and pulling you up when you didn’t move fast enough for him.
You kneeled for him on the bed and Bucky and briefly pinched one of your nipples, loving the noise that escaped your mouth as a result.
“You look so amazing in this position, doll. You’re such a good boy for me.” He played with your hair as you closed your eyes and sighed in content. It felt good.
He grabbed your chin roughly and made you look up at him, “You’re going to be good for me, aren’t you, baby boy?” You nodded, “Now, suck my cock, doll."
You obeyed and took his hard member into your mouth and gagged slightly when Bucky tried to shove his whole member inside your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down, moving at a fast pace, deepthroating him as he moaned, your hair in a tight grip.
"Oh, yeah! Fuck, Y/N. Keep going you cockslut! My little cockslut. My slut.” He moaned louder than before as pleasure coursed through him.
Bucky pulled his cock out of you and pushed you back onto the bed, crushing your hands together with the metal one.
“Suck on my fingers.” You opened your mouth quickly and he put his fingers inside your mouth, getting them all wet and slick before nudging your legs apart and ran two of his fingers around your ass hole.
"Please what? What do you want? Use words for me, doll."
"Please, fuck me. Finger fuck me. Stick your wet fingers in my hole please."
He did what you wanted and stuck his finger in your hole, rough and fast as you cried out.
"Did I hurt you?” Bucky asked, concern washing over him. He was going to take his finger out, but you shook your head quickly.
“No! No, don’t stop. Keep going. It feels so good. Don’t stop, James.” You said.
Once James was satisfied with your reassurance, he inserted another finger inside your body, stretching you out.
“Yeah, James. That feels so good, keep going.” You pleased as Bucky moved quicker and faster, causing you to moan even louder.
“Do you have any condoms?” He asked, sliding his finger out of you.
“Yeah, in the top drawer right over there.” You pointed over to the drawer next to your bed and Bucky reached into it with one hand, fumbling around blindly for it.
He found it and put the condom on, lining up his cock to insert it into your entrance. He shoved his cock into your hole slowly at first as stroked your cock with his hand.
He thrusted into your faster as you gripped sheets tightly in your hand, “F-Faster! Go faster, James."
Indeed, Bucky did go faster, pounding into you roughly, "Fuck, doll. You’re so needy for me and so tight,” He growled, punctuating each word with a hard thrust, You’re all mine. My slut, my doll, right?“
You nodded, "Yeah, I’m your slut. I’m your doll. Anything you want me to be."
He pounded into you some before leaning down to whisper in your ear, "Come for me."
"OH, JAMESSSS!” You screamed his name as you came hard and fast.
The sound of your moans and the use of his real name caused Bucky to come right inside you. He pulled out of you and both of you guys laid down, panting hard as Come spilled out of your ass.
Bucky pressed a kiss onto your neck and jaw before leaning down and licking some of the come off your stomach.
This was definitely one of the greatest nights of your life for sure.
The bright sunlight beaming through the window caused you to blink your eyes open. Upon awakening, you noticed two things. Your ass was burning like it was on fire, and the space next to you was empty.
You looked up and watched as Bucky started pulling his clothes. He must have noticed you staring because he paused, looking over to stare at you.
“How’s your ass?” He asked, putting his black jacket on with a smirk on his face.
“Sore,” You answered, “Leaving already?”
Bucky nodded slowly, “Yeah, and before I leave, I wanted to say that even though this was a one-time thing for you, I would have loved to see you again and maybe went on a date with you.” He muttered the last part, blushing a bit.
You looked at him in surprise. You’ve had one-night stands in the past. One was some rich, trust fund guy, and another was with a doctor, and a few more, but none of them made you want to see them again the way Bucky did.
It was something about him that drew you in. He was mysterious, and you found yourself wanting to get to know him more, and maybe get a chance to go out with him.
He was different from the others and you found yourself nodding your head.
“I would love for this to be more than a one-night stand,” You stated, much to his surprise, “And I would love to take you out to get a burger tonight. How does that sound, James?"
Bucky seemed to take a few moments before nodding his head, "A burger sounds great.” He agreed and you wrote down your number, handing it to him as he took it and planted a kiss on your lips before leaving.
After your date, which was as lovely as ever, you ended up sucking Bucky’s brains out through his dick and cuddled with each other afterward.
Both of you went on many more dates and have been dating for a month. James was still a mystery to you. He didn’t really talk about his past or what he does for a living, but neither did you.
It’s not like you would tell him that you’re an assassin. Besides, you both had only been dating for a month, so he would open up to you when he’s ready.
Currently, you are cuddling on your bed with his metal arm wrapped around you. You thought his metal arm was cool and kinda hot as well.
Nate was out with Kira, leaving you both at the house alone.
Your phone vibrated and you stood up to go check it as Bucky whined, “C'mon, why can’t you check that later? I want my cuddler back in my arms.”
“It could be important.” You said as you checked the message quickly, so you can get back to cuddling with your mystery man. This message made you freeze, “…Oh my God…"
"What? What’s wrong, Y/N?” Bucky asked, standing up and coming near with concern and worry on his features.
“…Um. Okay, um, I didn’t tell you this yet, but my parents were murdered over a decade ago, and I’ve been searching for the killer ever since. Seems like Nate just found out who he is."
You thought back to the night they died.
Some masked man walked into the house when you were in the living room and shot them without shooting you. Ever since that day, you wanted to kill whoever that man was and make him feel the pain you felt that night.
"He? Do you have a name?"
"Not his actual name, but his villain name. He goes by The Winter Soldier.”
Summary: You and Sam are in a relationship, but there is only so much more you can take before you’ve had enough.
A/N: This is for my friend. Had fun writing this and I hope everyone likes it.
Hey, this is Sam Winchester. I can’t talk to you right now but leave your name and I’ll try and get back to you quickly.
You let out a sigh of annoyance as you gripped your phone tightly in your hand.
You wanted to say that you liked Dean Winchester. But one thing your parents taught you when you were a kid was to not lie. He was a cool dude, but you couldn’t help but hate him.
He was just always there all the time, but you were mainly pissed at Sam.
Sam Winchester was your boyfriend. You were friends in high school and lost touch when you graduated. You both met again on a hunt and started dating again after being back in each other’s lives for some years.
Been together for a little over a year now and Sam was an amazing boyfriend at first. He showed you love and affection.
But, it seems that you don’t come first.
Despite them both being in their early thirties, the Winchesters are so clingy to one another and apparently can’t live without each other for two seconds.
Now, you were close with your brother and sister as well, but you guys weren’t attached to the hip all the time like them
It didn’t bother you much at first until he chose Dean over you all the time. And because of this, you both rarely spend time with one another.
You knew the Winchesters backstory since you’ve known them a while. Everyone in the hunter and supernatural community did and what happened to their parents was the reason they needed to stick together, but was it selfish for you to want to spend time with your boyfriend?
The Younger Winchester has been quite distant from you. He would cancel plans to spend time with you, saying that he was going somewhere with Dean, going on hunts with Dean, and without you. When you do tag along and both of you get badly injured, Sam would make sure Dean was alright without even seeing if you were.
Cas had to help you out, even Jack did when Cas was unavailable for more hunts. And what really pissed you off was when Sam forgot y'all anniversary.
An argument ensued, you both screaming at each other until he apologized and told you that he would take you out for your birthday dinner, which calmed you down and accepted.
You hadn’t seen him in two weeks. No calls or texts. He was getting back from the hunt that he and Dean went on and you were excited about the date and to see him again.
Now, you sat at a table in this fancy restaurant for 45 minutes by yourself. Sam was very late. Every call went straight to voicemail and every text was left on delivered. You sat here in this restaurant looking like a complete idiot and you knew that he was with Dean.
On the day he promised to be here, he wasn’t and you had enough of this now.
The waiter who had first asked you what you wanted to eat and brought you a glass of wine walked over to you with a frown, “Take it your guy didn’t show up?”
“Yeah, what a way to spend my 31st birthday, huh?"
"Well, that guy is an idiot for not showing up here with you tonight,” Josh, the waiter said, as he took a cupcake with a candle on it and placed it in front of you, “Here’s your birthday cupcake."
"How did you know it was my birthday?” You asked in slight confusion.
“Cause you just told me, silly.” Josh said with a laugh as you chuckled.
"Anyways, happy birthday. And if you and that guy happen to break up,” He handed you the receipt, which had his number on it, “Call me, cutie.” He winked at you and walked off.
You blinked for a second before taking the receipt, looking at it before placing it in your pocket. You weren’t planning on calling him, but he seemed like he would be a good friend. You paid for the wine and left him a generous tip for making this awful night slightly better.
No way you were going back to the bunker tonight. Guess it was time to pay one of your friends a visit. You left the restaurant and hopped in your car, leaving that place.
Arriving at your destination, you took out the spare key and opened the door.
“ARE YOU KIDDING ME? WHAT DID YOU TRIP ON? AIR?! GET YOUR ASS UP AND KEEP RUNNING BEFORE HE KILLS YOU!"
You chuckled at watching Caleb scream at the TV and shut the door behind you, which drew his attention over to you.
"Hey, Y/N! What are you doing here? I thought you were going out to dinner with Sam.” He asked as you sat down next to him on the couch.
“So did I. But as it turns out, he never showed up to the restaurant.” You muttered bitterly.
Anger coursed through Caleb like a current and he sighed, “What a bastard! You shouldn’t have to put up with this crap all the time. Do you need me to kill him? Because I will.”
You shook your head, “I appreciate the thought, but you don’t need to. You can be a pretty scary hunter. I’ll make sure to talk to him tomorrow. Guess this day was a bust."
"Hey,” Caleb grabbed your chin, making you face him, “The night is still young. Change out of that suit. I’m sure you still have clothes here. Were gonna make your birthday a good one. Get ready."
"Aye, Aye, Captain."
You did as you were told, changing into some casual clothes as Caleb talked to someone on the phone. You wondered who he was talking to, but didn’t bother asking.
He drove you over to his parents’ house and asked if you could help with getting some car parts. You agreed and both of you entered the house.
Why the hell is it so dark in here?
Caleb ended up turning on the lights.
You gasped and placed your hand over your heart as a smile took over your features in seconds. Everyone who mattered most to you was here.
Your parents, your siblings, your friends, your niece, and your nephews. All of Caleb’s family and his friends. Everyone was here. All expect Sam. Olivia and Brian placed a King’s crown on top of your head.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LITTLE BROTHER!” They screamed simultaneously.
You smiled at everyone and decided to enjoy what’s left of your birthday with everyone here. You would forget about Sam tonight and deal with it tomorrow.
The day after your birthday, you went back to the bunker, knowing that you needed to talk to Sam. Caleb offered to be with you when you had that talk, but you declined his offer and told him that you needed to do this alone.
You paddled down the bunker stairs and it didn’t surprise you in the slightest to see Sam in the bunker library, typing on his laptop once you got there.
“Hey, babe. Where were you?” Sam asked, not looking up from the screen.
It took a good amount of self-control for you to not take that laptop and break it. He didn’t even think to say a happy late birthday or I’m sorry for last night? The fact that he didn’t seem to remember your birthday or plans sent anger coursing through you fast.
“I think I should be asking you that, don’t you think? Where were you last night? The hunt finished in the morning."
"Uh…” Sam now looked up at you oddly, hearing a dark tone in your voice, “Dean and I went to a bar to celebrate the end of the hunt since I didn’t have anything else to do, why?"
Since he didn’t have anything else to do? So, he did forget about everything.
"Why?! It probably has to do with the fact that you and I made plans with one another, but you were with Dean."
"We did?” Sam questioned in confusion as he started typing once again.
You slammed his laptop down as he moved his fingers at the last second, “Yeah, we did and I’ve had enough of this shit now.” You said through gritted teeth.
“What are you talking about, Y/N?"
"I’m talking about the fact that every time we make plans together, you decide to spend your time with Dean! And did you even know yesterday was my birthday and that we made plans?!"
Sam looked down like he was guilty before standing up and taking your hand, "I’m sorry, Y/N. I completely forgot that your birthday was this month. Don’t worry, I’ll take you out tomorrow night."
You pushed his hand away, "Don’t. Stop making promises that you don’t keep. Because every time you do that, you cancel and do something with Dean. Always choosing him over me!"
"What do you expect from me?! Of course, I’m gonna want to spend time with Dean. Without you at times. He’s my brother and you can’t expect me not to want to choose him over you when he’s lonely and doesn’t have anyone but me! We always spend time together!"
"Really, because it seems that this is the most we’ve spent together in a while! There’s nothing wrong with spending time with your brother, but when you neglect me and can’t spend a day without him, it becomes a problem! I’ve been miserable in this relationship for some time now, thanks for noticing!"
You stood in front of Sam, breathing heavily as you closed your eyes before opening them once again and found him staring at you with wide eyes.
"Well, since this relationship makes you miserable, how about you go and find someone who makes you happy since all I do now is bring you misery."
Sam scowled at you, as you let out a sigh. This isn’t how you wanted this to go. You wanted to save this relationship, and you wanted Sam to see how he’s been treating you. But it seems that he was done and you felt your heart shatter because you loved him, but maybe this was best for you.
"I’m out of here.” You muttered quietly and walked to you and Sam’s shared room without a glance back at him.
You packed up your things with shaky hands and threw your duffel bag over your shoulder. You walked out into the hallway and ended up running into Jack.
"You’re leaving the bunker.” He said as more of a statement than a question.
There was really no point in lying, so you nodded in confirmation, “Yeah, I’m leaving and I’m not sure I’ll be back."
"But I don’t want you to leave, why can’t you stay?” He raised his voice slightly, “I can talk to Sam for you and get him to see how wrong he is. You two belong together and I want you to be happy."
You brought Jack into a hug, "You don’t need to talk to him. Sometimes couples don’t always work out. That’s life. And you’re a sweet kid, Jack. It’s still hard for me to believe that you’re the devil’s son.”
He hugged you for some time before you let go. You told him to take care of himself and he nodded and told you to be safe. You walked out of the bunker and into your car. Through the rearview mirror, you saw Sam watching you. You closed your eyes and put a cap on.
You drove off and the further you got from the bunker, the more your heart broke. You didn’t know what would happen between you and Sam in the future but this is what’s best for you right now.
Two months has passed since you and Sam broke up and you hadn’t tried to call, nor text him and vice-versa.
Dean has called and left voicemails, but you never answered him back. Figured that he was calling on behalf of Sam.
You had moved in with Caleb since you were always welcome there and you two were basically like brothers. Cas and Jack would sometimes pop in to spend time with you.
You had decided to call the waiter, Josh, and you both became good friends. Though his crush on you had become more obvious, you let him know that you were still in love with Sam. He was a little bummed but ended up finding himself a boyfriend a week later and you both remained good friends.
Speaking of friends, you wondered why Caleb left a suit on your bed with a note.
Put this suit on. You’ll look good in this. Black really suits you best. ~Caleb.
You hummed and did as you were told, putting on the suit as Caleb came into your room and told you that he was taking you somewhere.
And you wondered why that somewhere was the same restaurant where Sam didn’t show up to during your birthday.
“Um, so why are we here, exactly?"
Caleb didn’t answer the question, he looked at his phone once again before standing up with a smirk, "You’ll see."
He walked away and someone who you didn’t want to see sat down in front of you. Sam Winchester sat there with flowers held out to you and a smile.
"I hope you don’t mind that I asked Caleb to bring you here. I needed to talk to you and these are for you.” He held out the flowers to you, keeping the smile on his face as you took them.
Oh, you were gonna kill that traitor when you get home, “Well, I hate to break it to you, but I do mind and I’m out of here."
Sam grasped onto your hand, keeping you in place before you could leave, "Please stay and have dinner with me. I want to explain everything to you and if you still want to leave then you can."
He stared at you with those puppy dog eyes and you sighed, "Okay, talk."
"I’m sorry,” were the first words to leave the younger Winchester’s mouth, “I’m sorry for everything I put you through and I’m such an idiot."
"An idiot? That’s an understatement."
"And I should have treated you right. You deserved better than that and I should have been a good boyfriend to you. I regret the way I treated you so much."
"Oh, and it took you now to open your eyes and see the way you treated me in this relationship?” You shook your head, “Why did you even treat me like that? That’s not you, Sam. Did you push me away because you didn’t want to date anymore or because you were tired of me? What was it?” You asked curiously.
“I did it to protect you."
Protect me from what?"
"From myself and everyone else.” He said as you waited for him to continue, “Dean and I have lost so many people. Like Bobby, Ellen, Jo, Ash, and so much more. They all died because of us. I didn’t want you to die as well, so I pushed you away because I wanted to protect you. I’d rather you be alive and hate me than have to love me and be killed because of me."
He reached over the table and took a hold of your hand, squeezing it lightly, "It hurt more than ever to push you away and when you left, it broke me. I realized that I loved you too much and I couldn’t live without you, but it’s selfish of me to ask you to stay with me when you could get killed. You deserve better than me.”
“I’ll decide for myself if you deserve me or not,” You stated seriously, giving his hand a gentle squeeze as Sam shook his head.
“You don’t deserve someone who could get you killed. You deserve someone else. Someone who doesn’t have the supernatural chasing them left and right."
"Unfortunately, the supernatural will come after me anyway. I’m a hunter."
Sam nodded and the two of you stared at each other. E/C meeting hazel eyes.
"I love you, Y/N. So much and if you took me back, I would never choose Dean over you again. Do you think that you could ever take me back?” Sam asked.
Deep down, you already knew the answer you would give him.
You stood up from the table as a sad look flashed in Sam’s eyes before you leaned over and kissed him.
“You’re paying for my dinner, Moose.” You grinned as Sam smiled and kissed you before you sat back down in your seat.
The rest of the night was filled with laughs and smiles between the two of you. Your relationship was pretty rocky, but you loved him more than anything.
He was your long-haired moose and you wouldn’t want anyone else, but him.
A/N: Part 1
The delicious smell of Denny’s food invaded everyone’s nostrils as the sound of laughter and chattering ranged throughout everyone’s ears.
It was pretty packed in here. Parents were eating with their kids, friends having lunch with each other, and a bunch of college students.
You sat in a booth inside the restaurant, your gaze looking up and down the menu. The door to Denny’s opened, and you heard someone slide into your booth, sitting across from you.
“I’m glad you could meet me here.” You spoke up as you continued looking through the different varieties of foods.
“I’d always come when you need me,” Wes said, “Shouldn’t you be in school?"
Wes was your best friend who had been experimented on like you. He didn’t go to the same school as you, but was still your best friend and can be such a protective nuisance at times. But you still loved the dude.
You shrugged your shoulders lazily, "I should be. Just like you should, but school is the least of my problems right now."
"Understandable, but you better pass or I’ll kick your ass. You hear me?"
You laughed, "Okay, mom.” You replied jokingly as he picked up the menu, “Now, let me tell you what Mr. Asshole and I talked about last night."
You stared at the male in front of you in disbelief as your eyes widened and you shook your head quickly without a second thought.
"No! No, I won’t kill Spiderman. And you can’t make me do that either. I’ve done everything you asked, but that is one thing that I can’t do.” You said firmly.
“Oh, but you can!” Wren boasted loudly, “You’re already becoming a soldier and you have done everything I told you to up until this point. All you need to do is this one final task and I’ll give you back what you need."
"You shook your head, "I won’t do it at the expense of killing someone, so you can forget about it if that’s the case."
Wren arched an eyebrow, stepping forward, "Not even at the expense of poor little, Sarah L/N. I bet she’s still wondering when her brother will come and rescue her from that bad place."
He smirked as a small growl erupted from your throat. You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply, exhaling a second later. You knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to manipulate you.
The Latino male standing in front of you took your sister when you rejected his offer to turn you into a weapon. He knew the only way you would do it was if he made you do it and used your sister to do it.
You agreed to do it only so you could get your sister back, and he made you isolate everyone close to you since they were apparently making you weak. He made you do other horrible things and now he’s asking you to kill Spiderman? You couldn’t do that.
"Not even then."
"We’ll see about that one and remember, it’s either Spiderman or Sarah."
You finished speaking and Wes let out a sigh, "What a fucking asshole! And to think you and I used to look up to him.”
“Tell me about it,” You muttered, smiling when the waiter came back with your food and drinks, “Did you find out what that symbol was?"
"Yes, and because of that symbol, I know where your sister’s being held."
You snapped your head up to face Wes, knitting your brows together, "Well, why the fuck are we still here? Let’s go then!”
“We can’t now cause it’s not safe. We’ll get her tonight.” Wes stated, taking a sip from his lemonade as he picked up his burger, taking a bit out of it.
You let out a sigh. You wanted to get her now, to see how she is, and to give her a bone-crushing hug. But you knew that it wasn’t safe to get her in broad daylight.
“Alright, but if we are going to do this, then we’ll need more help on this one."
"And who should we ask to help us?"
"We’ll need Wade."
Wes choked on his lemonade, coughing hysterically fit as you smirked at him, taking a sip of your favorite drink.
"Wade? I hope you’re talking about a different Wade and not Wade Wilson. Deadpool Wade."
You were very amused, "Yes, Wade as in Deadpool Wade.” You answered smugly, “Be happy. C'mon, Wade’s awesome."
"Yeah, and he’s also crazy. Remember what he said to us before? He said we were two dudes inside a male reader insert fanfiction and that he was breaking the fourth wall or something, amongst other things.” He exclaimed.
You snorted, which ended up turning into full-blown laughter seconds later.
It was true that Wade was pretty crazy and has said a lot of crazy things all the time. But he was your friend who was experimented on like you and Wes, and you loved the dude. How could you not? It’s Deadpool. Everyone loves him.
“Okay, he might be crazy, but he’s really funny and we’ll need him."
Wes exhaled in the form of a sigh, "Fine, we’ll bring Wade along, but he better not tell me that I’m a made-up character in some story again, which gives him an excuse to hit me because I’m a ‘fake person’. So, what do you plan to do about, Peter?” He suddenly asked.
“I don’t know. What can I do? I said horrible things to him, Wes. Horrible things. And I didn’t mean any of them, but it’s what Wren made me do."
"How about telling him about everything that has been happening with you?"
"And get him involved?"
"He’s already involved,” He pointed out, “And you better do something quickly because Wren always knows what you’re thinking all the time. He knows you don’t want to kill, Peter. And you know that Wren will kill him himself if you don’t do it."
Wren’s plan was fully intact now.
Lots of people were running down the streets of New York in fear and despair. Buildings were being blown up, cars were being set on fire, and people were hurt.
He was a huge threat to the city, which made the Avengers show up with Peter.
This made you decide to jump in, so you could help take them out as Wade made sure civilians were somewhere safe.
On one of the buildings Iron Man, Black Widow, and Spiderman were trying to take Wren down as Hulk, Captain America, and Hawkeye were dealing with some of Wren’s men on the ground.
You and Wes looked at each other, "Go get my sister and I’ll take care of Wren."
He nodded and took off as you hopped onto the building, but not without making a dramatic entrance, landing in front of the three superheroes.
Wren’s grin widened, "Ah, Y/N. Glad you could finally join us."
"Y/N? Is that really you…?"
You heard Peter ask from behind you, his voice sounding quite small and you decided now was the time to reveal yourself to him. You took off your mask and turned your head around to face him who had a look of shock on his face.
Despite him wearing a mask, you could tell that his eyes had widened as you both stared at each other, knowing this was the first time you had seen each other since last week.
"It’s me, Peter.” You said, turning around to face Wren who never had that grin leave his face, “And I’m not here to go along with your plan, so forget about it."
"Wren chuckled, "You sure about that?"
One thing you knew was that your sister would never forgive you if you killed someone on behalf of her and you had complete faith that Wes with the help of Wade would get her back anyway.
"What plan is he talking about, Y/N?!" Tony asked in a stern tone, keeping his repulsor aimed at Wren as Natasha did the same with her guns.
His question went completely ignored as you watched the different expressions form on Wren’s face. Anger, disappointment, along with annoyance.
Wren sighed in disappointment, "I had such high hopes for you, Y/N. That you would become a soldier, a weapon, but it seems that you need someone else to do this for you, so I’ll kill Spiderman myself.”
It was like everything happened in slow motion and time slowed down for a second. Wren raised his hand in the sky and lighting came streaming down from it, giving him that power. He aimed it at Peter, which luckily missed him because you pushed him out the way, the lighting hitting you instead.
You ended up flying into the air and was heading towards the ground. This was one fall that you might not survive, but you were happy that Peter wasn’t the one shot by lightning. It looked like you were going to land on someone’s car. If you were to die now, you were just happy that you saved the love of your life and hoped Sarah would be okay.
Pain coursed through your entire body once you hit the car, shattering the glass completely as darkness took over in a split second.
“OH MY GOD, Y/N!"
Peter swung down to where you were as Tony did the same, carrying Natasha. Hulk and Thor decided to take on Wren.
Tears started brimming in Peter’s eyes once he got to you as he pulled you off the car and onto his lap.
"Please wake up, Y/N.” He begged softly, “Don’t leave me here all by myself. I love you so much. Please wake up for me."
There was no response as your head laid on Peter’s thighs, eyes shut and completely unmoving. There were cuts and bruises littered all over your face and you appeared to have some internal bleeding as well.
Just then, Tony came over to them and Peter started breaking down, "M- Mr. Stark, I don’t think he’s…"
The wall-crawler couldn’t even finish his sentence, due to the sobs that tore from his throat. He held you close to him as he continued to sob. You had risked your life to save him and he didn’t want to lose you again. Not again. He loved you too much.
Tony placed a hand on Peter’s shoulder, "We’ll do the best we can to help him."
"You don’t need to help him,” A voice said and Tony and Peter looked to see an Asian male standing before them with a cool suit on, “He’ll be okay."
"Who are you? And how do you know that he’ll be okay? I don’t think anyone could survive a fall like that.” Tony said.
“I’m Wesley, but everyone calls me Wes,” He answered calmly, “And I know he’ll be okay because he has a powerful healing factor and I’m his best friend."
"How powerful? Like, heal instantly powerful?” Peter whispered quietly.
“Yeah, he can heal in seconds, but the lighting will make it take a little longer. It also keeps him young and healthy. Just like our friend, The Wolverine. He’ll live."
Suddenly, Peter stood up and hugged Wes as he felt a little uncomfortable at the contact since he wasn’t really used to being hugged by anyone but you, so he ended up rubbing Peter’s back as he started crying.
"Relax, dude. Y/N will be okay.”
Now, you laid in a bed at the Avengers Tower in a medical room with Peter sitting in a chair next to the bed and Wes leaning against the wall.
They could see that you were starting to heal. The cuts that were littered over your face were beginning to vanish.
“He didn’t mean those things.” Wes spoke up and Peter looked at him in confusion.
"Y/N. He didn’t mean those things he said when he broke up with you."
"Are you sure? He seemed to make it pretty clear how felt about me.” Peter mumbled under his breath sadly.
Wes let out a sigh, straightening his posture, “Did you know that Y/N has an older sister named, Sarah?"
Peter furrowed his brows and shook his head, "No, he didn’t.” He always thought you were an only child. Why didn’t you tell him about that? Did you not trust him?
“Y/N might kill me for telling you, but his sister was once taken by Wren, the guy you and your team were fighting. He once threatened to kill her if Y/N didn’t do what he asked. He only broke up with you because he was afraid that Wren would kill her if he didn’t. He still loves you.”
Peter nodded his head in understanding, closing his eyes for a split second, “Why didn’t he tell me about that? Or the Avengers? We could have helped him!"
"You know that he’s stubborn,” Wes stated, looking over at you before turning his gaze back to the spider, “Tell him that his sister is with me and that she’s okay."
With that, Wes walked out of the room before Peter could say something and he turned back to see that you were completely healed.
Both of your eyes snapped open at the same time as you sat up with a gasp like a fish out of water.
"I’m still alive!” You yelled and then felt someone crash into you, trapping you into a hug and you looked down to see that it was Peter. You were shocked since he was probably the last person you expected to see, especially after the things you said to him, “Peter…"
"You’re alive,” He whispered happily, “And you risked your life to save me."
"Thanks to my healing factor, and I couldn’t let anything bad happen to you. Which is why I need to tell you that I’m sorry for saying those awful things to you and breaking up with you and-"
"Don’t say no more,” Peter interrupted you, cutting you off, “Your friend, Wes, told me why you did what you did and I understand. I just wish you would have told me, so I could have helped you."
"I didn’t want to involve you in my problems,” You said, “Is my sister okay?"
"She’s with Wes right now. She’s safe and the next time you have problems like this, please tell me, alright?"
"You nodded, "Will do, Peter."
It was silent for a moment as Peter listened to the rise and fall of your chest, sitting peacefully in your arms.
"Do you think we could get back together?” Peter suddenly asked.
“I love you so much, Peter. More than words can say and I’d take you back in an instant if you let me and I’ll show you the world and so much more."
No more words were exchanged as Peter leaned in and kissed you so tenderly and it was so full of affection.
"About time you boys got back together.”
You broke the kiss and both of you looked across to see Deadpool leaning against the wall and you could somehow tell he had a grin on his face through the mask.
“How did you get in here?” Peter asked, wondering how he could have got in since he didn’t hear the door open.
Wade chuckled, “I have my ways, but the credit mostly goes to the author.” He replied, sending a wink to the author.
"It’s best not question it.” You stated, knowing Wade was still as crazy as ever.
“Hey, I’m serious! But I’m glad you two got back together. I’m guessing the author decided to give you both a happy ending in this fanfiction. You both would end up back together anyways."
"As I said, Peter, don’t question it. Anyways-” You were about to tell Wade something when he was suddenly gone, “How the hell did he do that?"
"The author sent me away.” His voice said from somewhere as he gave an air kiss to the author and the readers, “Hope you readers are happy and give thanks to the author for bringing you both back together."
You shook your head with a chuckle, "Gosh, that man is too much."
"Yeah, he is.” Peter agreed, snuggling into you, “Can we stay like this?"
"Sure, Peter. Whatever you want.”
You both laid down wrapped in each other’s arms and you both could stay like this forever.
A/N: Requested. Hope this is some good enough angst for you, my good sir. Hope everyone else likes it.
“What? What are you saying, Y/N…?"
Peter stared at you and he could feel a stinging sensation in his eyes. He shut them tightly, forcing back a sob that threatened to tear from his throat.
"I’m saying this isn’t working between us and I want to break up.” You spoke in a deep, monotone voice, sounding quite emotionless that made Peter’s heartbreak even more.
He didn’t understand why you were doing this time. Why were you saying those words? Did he do something that could have caused this? You were his first love and everything seemed to be going great between you both.
Just yesterday, everything was fine between you and him. He had invited you over to his apartment when Aunt May was out and you both spent most of your time cooking. Then cooking turned into you both throwing food on each other, which resulted in the both of you getting dirty and took a shower afterward.
You both had fun and you seemed happy, especially when you told Peter you loved him, which is one reason he stared at you in complete shock.
“I…” Peter swallowed the lump in his throat, “I don’t understand why you are saying this. Why do you want to break up? We love each other!"
A humorless, dark chuckle fell from you as a smirk made its way onto your face that caused the wall-crawler to shiver, "You really thought that I loved you? That what we had was something special? If you thought that then you’re pretty stupid, and you’re supposed to be the smart one here."
It didn’t seem like you were the same person Peter fell in love with. He fell in with your beautiful smile, your hugs that are always so full of affection, your soft H/C hair, your kisses that are so full of love, the sweet, kind side of you, and so much more.
His mind launched into a series of memories involving you.
He remembered the first time he asked you out. You were sitting at the table with some of your other friends at the time when Ned and MJ encouraged him to ask you out. He expected you to laugh at him, reject or punch him in the face, but you actually agreed to date him and he was surprised when you agreed to see him again.
He remembered all the dates that came after that, falling asleep in your arms, the passionate kisses, affectionate hugs that could brighten someone’s day.
Peter shook his head in denial, "You do love me. Please tell me that you love me?” He begged softly, taking a hold of your hand.
Did you really not love him? Not care for him in the slightest, despite being together for seven months?
“What do you see when you close your eyes, Peter?” You suddenly asked, catching Peter a little bit off guard.
“I don’t see anything."
"Exactly, that’s what you are to me. You’re not anything to me. You’re nothing to me. Worthless in a sense."
Peter felt his heart shatter into a million pieces, "Why can’t you love me…?”
Tears now started falling out of Peter’s eyes as he tightened his grip on your arm, not wanting to let you go. He wants your love and affections that you once gave him. He craves it.
“Oh, my sweet, sweet, Peter,” You stood up from the park bench as he did the same, still not letting you go at all, “You’re not worth my love, or anyone’s for that matter. You don’t matter."
Peter now thought back to the first time you told him that you loved him.
It was five months into the relationship and you were both lying on Peter’s bed with his body on top of yours, his chin propped up on your chest as you both chatted with one another.
"You’re such a dork, Peter.” You laughed at the words that came out of your boyfriend’s mouth.
“Well, being a dork is fine with me because that’s your type."
"Who said that was my type?"
"It obviously is since you like me and I’m the king of dorks.” Peter exclaimed.
“Oh, I used to like you because you were so sweet and adorable.” You said and watched as Peter’s face fell slightly.
“Used to like me…?"
You nodded, "Yes, I used to like you, but,” You took a deep breath, “But now I’m in love with you."
Peter was so happy hearing that he leaned over and brought you into a kiss.
He’s been waiting for you to say it back to him for some time now, but he didn’t want to force you to say it back.
He broke the kiss and you wrapped your arms around his waist as he leaned his ear on your chest, hearing the sound of your rhythmic heartbeat.
"I love you, too."
Peter’s jaw clenched as a small sob tore from his throat and you stood there, completely emotionless and unfazed by the sound of Peter’s sob.
It was scary how much power you had over him. To make you beg for your love when he should have left after every hurtful word that came out of your mouth, to make him plead to stay by your side when you didn’t want him to, to make you love him when it was clear that you didn’t want him.
You planted a kiss on his pink lips and slip your hand out of your grasp as you went to leave, but Peter grasped onto your left leg, wrapping his arms around it as he begged you to love him and to not leave him.
He has been extremely happy all the time because of you. You were his first love and he wanted you to be his only love. No one has ever made him feel the way you do. You were like a drug. Sweet and addictive. So vibrant and strong.
He didn’t want to lose you. He would stop being clingy if it meant that you would stay.
"You’re not worthy of my love, Peter."
You walked away from the park as Peter screamed, begging and pleading for you not to leave him. Some people at the park stared at him, but he didn’t care.
He lost the one he loved the most.
The door to your bedroom door opened and you stared up at your visitor.
"I have done everything you asked me to do,” You whispered hoarsely, “I broke up with the love of my life, isolated my friends, more specifically, Ned and MJ, and so much more horrible things. Give me back what I need and then leave me alone!"
Your voice was very hoarse and broken as you stared up into those forest green eyes. That cold and calculating stare could freeze anyone right in their tracks with one single look.
"You’ll get what you want, but you have one more thing to do for me before I can do that."
”…And what’s that?“
"I want you to kill Spiderman."
Summary: Peter is ready to do it, but you aren’t quite as ready as he is yet.
A/N: Had an idea and than this was created. Some angst in here.
“And then I managed to take out all five of those men and returned the money to the bank safely!"
Peter had come into your room that day and told you stories about him fighting crime like he would do every day after he was done patrolling to spend time with his boyfriend.
You were dating the amazing Spiderman though no one knew you were dating.
"Awesome, Peter! And I have to say, the thought of you fighting someone in that tight suit of yours is something I find to be very hot.” You said, tightening your grip on Peter as he blushed, snuggling his face into the crook of your neck.
Your house was surprisingly quiet. Like really quiet, which was probably cause your brother wasn’t home right now.
At least that’s what you thought.
Peter formed another conversation, nerding out as you listened and talked with him because you actually knew some of what Peter was talking about.
Soon, you and Peter were kissing, followed by a slightly heavy make-out session. Unfortunately, a knock coming from your door made you quickly move away from Peter as the door opened.
“Yo, little bro – Oh, hey, Peter.” Dixon greeted once he saw Peter sitting on the bed with his hair slightly disheveled.
Peter sent your brother a small wave.
“What did you need, Dixon?"
"Okay, so you remember that cute cashier girl at Delmar’s Deli & Grill?"
"Um, Lexi? Yeah, I remember her, why?"
"Well,” Dixon pulled a small piece of paper out of his sweatshirt pocket and handed it to you. You opened it and saw that it was a phone number, Lexi’s number, “She was shy, so she told me to give that to you and tell you to call her. I think you’ll look cute together."
You let out a forced chuckle, "I’ll be sure to take that into consideration."
You put the piece of paper in your pocket as Dixon left your room, shutting the door on his way out. Turning around, you almost let out a sigh when you saw the expression on Peter’s face.
"Are you ever going to tell him?” He interrupted you, voice sounding distant, “Are you ever going to tell your family that you have a boyfriend and that you’re not into girls?"
Peter was bisexual and you were gay.
He was also open about it. Aunt May accepted him, his friends accepted him, and the Avengers accepted him as well.
On the other hand, you were afraid to come out because you didn’t know what reaction your family would have. Would they be upset? Would they kick you out? Would you lose them? You weren’t sure, but you didn’t want to find out.
You sighed, "In all honesty, I don’t know.”
Peter stood up from the bed and walked over to stand in front of you, “How long are we gonna keep sneaking around until we finally tell people that were together? I’m tired of being a secret."
Peter hated that you both had to keep hiding. He wanted to tell his family and friends that you were dating. He didn’t want to keep sneaking around and telling lies. He wanted to show everyone that you were his boyfriend.
"I don’t know, okay?!"
"Are you ashamed of me or something? You could try and tell your family now. You’ll never know how they’ll react until you at least try and tell them!"
"Of course I’m not ashamed of you. And I can’t do it, dammit! I’m not losing my family and my reputation just for you!"
Your eyes went wide as the realization of what you just said hit you like a ton of bricks and watched as a hurt expression crossed Peter’s features.
You sighed and put your face in your hands, "Peter, I… I didn’t mean that I-"
Sadness was in Peter’s voice as he pulled his mask over his face and hopped out of the window with his bag as you heard web shooters.
You stood right in the center of the room with your eyes glued to where Peter was standing, and you could feel a couple of tears slip down your face.
What did you do?
You sat on the window seat in your room, looking outside the window.
The sun was just beginning to set. The sky was ablaze with the fire of the setting sun and it gave a warm orange tinge to the beautiful sky.
Those words played in your mind on a loop like a TV show on autoplay.
Honestly, you didn’t know why you even said those words in the first place. It was like it slipped out of your mouth. And you didn’t even mean the last part.
Every phone call and text message went unanswered. You didn’t know if you were broken up or not, but hearing the tone in his voice and the heartbreak expression that crossed his made you think that it was the end.
The sound of your mom’s voice cut through your train of thought, and you turned to see that your parents were sitting on your bed, giving you looks of concern as you sat up into sitting position.
"Oh, hey, mom and dad. I didn’t hear you guys come in. Did you need something?”
“Well, your father and I came up here to tell you that it’s date night and to order a pizza for you and your brother if he’ll still be here,” She said, “Are you okay, Y/N?"
You didn’t know if you should lie and say that everything’s okay, or actually tell her what’s on your mind. In the end, you decided that maybe you should tell them what’s going on. Maybe it’s time.
"To be quite honest, I’m not okay,” You spoke honestly as you sniffled slightly, “Something has been going on with me for a while that you both don’t know about, not even Dixon knows about it."
"Oh my God, did you get a girl pregnant? Are you doing drugs or something?”
You laughed at your mom’s accusations, “No, it’s not drugs and I didn’t get a girl pregnant either. It’s something else."
"What is it, son? You know that you can tell us anything!” Dad exclaimed.
“I know I can,” You responded, voice hoarse as you swallowed the lump in your throat, “I’m just afraid that you’ll both hate me after I tell you what’s going on?"
"What?” Mom questioned quietly, “We could never hate you. You’re our son, and we’ll always love you. Please tell us what’s happening?"
Your heart was thumping loud in your chest and your eyes shined with tears in the corner of your eyes. Your lip started quivering as you gulped, feeling as if you were unable to breathe. You can do this.
The confession was so soft, but they both managed to hear it and silence soon followed after.
You didn’t want to look at them, didn’t want to see the expression on their face. Probably anger and disgust along with disappointment. That was one thing you didn’t want to see.
"Look at us, Y/N.” You heard your dad demand, but you only shook your head.
You felt like they were ashamed of you. Like you were a disgrace, “You can both tell me the truth. You’re both ashamed of me and don’t love me anymore."
You felt them both sit down next to you and your father placed his hand on your shoulder, "We will never stop loving you. You’re our son and we love you, regardless of who you like."
"We love you unconditionally and were so proud of you for telling us. Your sexuality doesn’t defy who you are. You’re Y/N L/N. Our son and a gay guy. And we are damn proud to call you our son. Do you understand that?"
You nodded as tears fell from your eyes and onto your S/C cheeks. You felt them both hug you from both sides of you.
"Do you think Dixon will be okay with it?”
“I’m pretty sure I’ll be okay with it,” The sound of Dixon’s voice came from the doorway and you looked up at him. He walked to stand in front of you, “You’re my little brother and I love you no matter what. Guess I’ll have to tell Lexi you won’t be calling her, and never be afraid to be yourself, okay?"
A sob tore your throat as those words left your older brother’s mouth.
You stood up and gave him a huge hug as he wrapped his arms around you and you sobbed into his neck, his arms tightening around your body.
"Don’t think you’ll be having any boyfriends without me checking them out first. You may be an adult now, but I’ll be making sure any guy is good for you. Big brother mode is always on, okay?"
You laughed nervously. Oh boy, wait until he finds out you were dating Peter.
You have a lot to tell them about what’s been going on and figure out how to fix things with Peter. If you still could.
You took a deep breath in and out before knocking on the door.
You fumbled with the string on your hoodie nervously as you waited patiently. The door opened to reveal May and you sent the lovely woman a smile, "Hello, May. Is Peter still here?”
“Hello, Y/N. Now might not be the best time. He’s getting ready for school and-”
“You can let him in, Aunt May.” Peter’s voice came from inside, sounding quite small and you figured he told her about you.
May opened the door wider and stepped aside, allowing you to enter. You entered and saw Peter standing near the couch with his backpack on.
You could tell Peter had been crying. His eyes were red and swollen, which were different from a normal pair. The way he spoke was another indicator and your heart broke at the sight. You caused this.
May stepped out of the room, giving you and Peter your own space as you both stared at each other, standing inches away from one another.
You both stayed silent for about a minute or two before you spoke up.
“I came out to my family."
Once that sentence left your mouth, Peter’s eyes went wide, "Y-You did?”
You nodded in confirmation, “Yes, I did. It went better than I expected and I came here to apologize to you."
Peter shook his head, leaving you a little confused, and sent him a questioning look, "You don’t need to apologize. I’m the one who should apologize for expecting you to come out and-"
"Stop,” You whispered softly, and he stared at you, allowing you to speak, “I was the one in the wrong. I’ve kept you a secret for five months because I was afraid of what my family will think, but I’m not afraid anymore and I’m ready to do this with you if you’ll let me, that is."
"Do this? As in you want to…"
"Come out together? Yes. I want to do this with you.” You finished his sentence and Peter ran into your arms and you wrapped them around his body and planted a gentle kiss on his forehead.
“I love you so much, Y/N."
"I love you too, Peter."
You both stood there in the living room, enjoying the embrace of one another. Until Aunt May came into the living room to tell us to get to school or we’ll be late.
Even though Peter wanted to stay at his apartment with you the whole day, he knew that you both needed to get to school and said goodbye to May and walked out of the apartment with you.
You drove to school in your car that your dad got you for your birthday and made it there in no time.
Both of you got out of the car and you stood next to Peter in front of your car, turning to look at him, "You ready?"
"Peter nodded confidently, "I’m ready, but are you sure that you’re ready? This could probably destroy your reputation and I-"
You shut Peter by pressing a gentle kiss on his lips which proved to be effective. He blushed as some people looked over at you guys.
"I’m more than ready for this. I don’t care about my reputation. The only thing that scared me was losing you. And as cheesy as this may sound, I can do this as long as I’m with you,” You frowned, “Gosh, I’m changing. What are you doing to me, Peter? I’m supposed to be a badass!"
Peter flickered you on the forehead and you raised your eyebrow at him who had a smirk on his face, "You are badass. You’re my badass."
"You’re right. I am still a badass!"
"Well, Mr. Badass, I hope you don’t mind that I told the Avengers about us dating and they want to meet the guy who makes me happy.” He mumbled.
Meeting the Avengers wasn’t something you ever plan on doing. Granted, they are Peter’s teammates sometimes and he fawns over them a lot, especially Stark. But you were a little nervous to meet them, which you would never admit because you were a badass.
But you would do it for Peter.
You sent Peter a smile, “That’s fine and I’ll be happy to meet them. Now,” You took Peter’s right hand in your left, “Are you ready to do this?"
"I’m ready to do this.” Peter said confidently and kissed the back of your hand. You both stepped inside the school and immediately everyone’s eyes were glued onto you and Peter’s figure.
Everyone stared at you both and it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Whispers started happening throughout the hallway as you both started walking.
Some girls were jealous and sad once they realized you were into boys. Some people jumped up and down happily for you as others looked confused. You saw Ned’s mouth open in surprise and MJ had a smirk on her face, knowing that you and Peter would get together.
You threw her a wink once you passed her by and you were so happy that you could now be open about your relationship with Peter.
Could finally shout it from the rooftop that you had a cute, dorky boyfriend.
You both continued to walk down the hall.
Hand in hand.
Summary: Alex makes an assumption and you have to deal with the outcome.
A/N: Some fingering, anal sex, smut… trying to get a handle on writing stuff like this. I’m certainly no expert.
It all started with a picture.
One simple picture that managed to bring out a dark, possessive beast inside Alex Summers.
It was a picture of you and Hank kissing at the mall with both of you smiling into the kiss, which was sent into the group chat that was created by Raven. Alex felt like blasting something as the feeling of anger and jealousy rose inside his chest along with desire and want.
Desire and want for you. To have you in his arms. He wanted you in ways that one friend should never want another.
He’s been wanting you for so long and tried to get you to see him the way he saw you, but it seems that you wouldn’t because you were apparently with Bozo now.
The blonde-haired male had a temper, and his temper flared every second passed that you weren’t back here at the mansion.
Before he realized it, he blasted the TV in his room with a powerful blast as a scream erupted from his throat.
It didn’t matter if you were dating Hank now, he needed to make you see him the way you saw him. He needed to stake his claim and make you his forever.
You and Hank smiled at each other before walking in opposite directions. Instead of heading towards your room, you walked to Alex’s room to drop off the gift you got for him at the mall.
You knocked lightly on the door, "Alex!” You whispered quietly, turning the knob and opening the door. It was really dark in here, causing you to turn on the light.
What definitely caught you off guard was seeing Alex sitting on his bed, staring hard at the wall with the TV broken on the floor, a huge hole in it.
“Hey, Alex. Are you alright? And what happened to your TV? Did you break it?"
Finally, Alex looked up at you with his blue eyes narrowed at you in anger, "So, how was your date with, Bozo?"
You frowned at the tone in his voice and tilted your head to the side in confusion, "Date? What are you talking about?"
"Oh, so now you’re going to play stupid!” The blonde snapped, standing up from the bed and closing the distance between you two.
“Seriously, Alex. I don’t know-"
Alex pushed you up against the wall, cutting you off completely as the bag you were holding dropped to the floor.
He used one of his hands to pull out his phone and clicked on the image he wanted you to see, "Look at my phone and tell me what you see.” He ordered, putting the phone in your face as you looked at the image displayed on it.
“I see a picture of me and Hank kissing.” You answered nonchalantly.
“Exactly, you and Hank kissing! Were you even going to tell me? Or were you just gonna keep dating him without me knowing about it? You two fuck and move out of the mansion, huh?"
"Whoa! Why are you flipping out?"
"I’m flipping out because you should be with me!” He screamed in anger, “You should be with me. I should be the one to kiss you and to hold your hand. No one should ever lay their lips upon yours and I don’t like others touching you."
"And what are you gonna do about it?” You asked, cocking an eyebrow as you inwardly smirked.
“I’m going to spank that ass of yours and show you who you belong to."
He threw his phone in the bean bag chair across the room and grabbed the back of your head, bringing you closer to his face, and crashed his lips into yours.
You hungrily kissed him back as you, loving the way his lips felt on yours and gripped his waist, and he bit your lip, nipping at your bottom lip.
He broke the kiss and licked his lips like your lips were the tastiest thing in the world and grabbed you by the nape of your neck and pulled you down over his thighs, lowering your pants to your knees.
"A bad boy like you deserves at least fifteen smacks, don’t you think?” He asked, rubbing your ass in a circular motion with his large hand.
“I don’t know about that much, Alex- OW!” You cried out when you felt a hard smack come in contact with your ass.
“You’re in no position to tell me what to do,” He spoke in an authoritative tone, “And this beautiful ass of yours will get blistered fifteen times and you’ll take it like the good slut you are for me."
Not even bothering to wait for a reply, he smacked your ass and you hissed. It felt so good to get spanked and Alex enjoyed watching you become a whimpering mess.
The sounds that came out of your mouth went straight to Alex’s cock. This continued until he reached fifteen.
The blue-eyed male took off your clothes and sneakers and threw you over his shoulder, tossing you onto the bed.
A small noise formed in your throat when Alex jumped on top of you, running his hand down your back, nails dragging along your skin gently.
A smirk formed on Alex’s lips, "You’re so hard and needy for me. You want my cock shoved in your ass, don’t you?"
Suddenly, an idea formed inside that head of yours and you smirked back, "Oh, I don’t know. Maybe I want Hank to come shove his-"
Alex wrapped his arms firmly around your throat and leaned down to whisper hotly in your ear, "Don’t say things that will get you into more trouble, and looks like you need a little lesson for that potty mouth of yours." He gently nipped your ear.
He kept one hand wrapped around your throat while the other hand leaned across the small dresser near his bed. He opened the first drawer and grabbed the bottle of lube.
And then Alex pressed you into the mattress and nudged your legs apart with his knees. He squeezed some onto his fingers and rubbed them together before reaching down and ran his fingers over the entrance of your hole before pushing a finger in.
"Ah… oh fuck…” You moaned out, gripping onto the thick sheets.
He pushed his finger deeper inside your hole as various sounds of moaning came from your mouth which was like music to Alex’s ears. He stretched you properly before adding a second one as he stroked your cock.
“You love getting fingered fucked, don’t you? Love my fingers in your ass hole?"
All you could do was nod your head aggressively, "Y-Yes. I love your fingers inside my hole. Please insert a third finger inside my hole, Alex."
Alex smacked one of your ass cheeks, "Address me as sir or master."
"Please insert a third finger, sir.” You begged and that was the confirmation that Alex needed and inserted a third finger in your hole, stretching you out further.
“F-Fuck!” You groaned out and Alex’s patience was running out. He pulled his fingers out and flipped you over as he pulled a condom out from the drawer.
“You want my dick inside you, don’t you? Want my juicy cock inside that tight hole of yours, you little slut? Want to get fucked by me, and only me, right? Not Hank or any other guy. Just me, right?"
You nodded jerkily, "Yes, only you. Please stick your cock inside my ass, sir."
Alex put on the condom and threw the wrapper on the floor. He gripped your thighs tightly, spreading you open a little more as he thrust into you quickly and you let out a small cry of pleasure.
"Oh God, Y/N.” Alex groaned from behind, slamming his hips into yours as precum started leaking out of your cock, “Come for me, baby boy. Come now."
Hearing his demand caused you to release, cum streaming onto the wall as he cummed in your hole.
You both fell limp onto the bed and you felt him wrap his arms around you as he pulled you closer, both breathing heavy.
"You’re going to have to break it off with, Hank,” Alex spoke up as he nuzzled against your neck, “You’re mine, okay? You’re not allowed to even think of him in a relationship-type way. And I want to hear you say that you’re mine."
A breathlessly chuckle erupted from your throat as you sighed, "I’m yours, but me and Hank-"
"I don’t want to hear any but’s. You agreed to be mine, so you are now,” He planted a kiss on your lips and ran a hand through his blonde hair, “No Hank.”
“Okay, no more, Hank."
Though Alex’s assumption was false, you leaned into him as he pulled you closer and didn’t even bother to correct him.
Because you weren’t dating Hank. He kissed you because some guy wouldn’t stop hitting on you, even though you told him that he wasn’t interested. He was still hung on Raven and as his gay best friend, you made a duty to make sure they get together.
But, Alex’s assumption made for a great outcome for you and him. You were happy with this outcome because you got the man you’ve been chasing for a while and nothing was better than this.
A/N: Had to write a fic for this hottie. Buck is everything.
Your gaze that was once focused on your phone was now on your little brother who leaned against the counter in the kitchen, looking quite nervous.
You smiled at your younger brother, and your best friend since high school, Alex was sitting at the kitchen table and looked up at your brother when he entered.
“Hey, buddy. What can I do for you?”
“Okay, so there’s this girl,” He began, which immediately piqued you and Alex’s interest. Daniel was so quiet and reserved and didn’t really talk to many people. He never had a girlfriend before, so this definitely interested you, “And I really like her and asked her to the amusement park today. I was wondering if you could take me there and pick her up.”
You nodded with a smile, “Of course I’ll take you and pick her up.”
“What’s her name?” Alex asked, sipping on his Pepsi and snacking on chips.
“And what’s she like?”
“Oh… well, she’s really pretty and really smart and fun to be around. She’s funny and confident. Hates pineapple on pizza and going to the beach. Loves going to parties and the movies. Oh! And she-” Daniel cut himself off when he realized that he was rambling and watched as you and Alex looked amused, “…Sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it, but you are such a simp for that girl.” Alex commented, causing you to slap him with the back of your hand.
Daniel could feel slight embarrassment rise in his chest and walked out of the kitchen to get ready for today.
“Really, dude.” You gave Alex a look who shrugged nonchalantly.
“What? It’s true!”
You rolled your eyes and threw the empty chip bags into the trash. Alex stood up and both of you walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, putting on your jackets and grabbing your car keys as Daniel came down the stairs twenty minutes later, dressed real nice.
“Aye, someone’s looking good.” You teased as Daniel punches you in the shoulder playfully.
He put on his black jacket that you got him for his 17th birthday last year, and walked to your car, sliding into the backseat of your car. Alex slid into the passenger seat and you slid into the driver’s seat.
“So, where does Veronica live at?”
Daniel told you her address and she lived about ten minutes away from you.
Once you pulled outside of Veronica’s house, she hopped into your car. Introductions were made and Daniel and Veronica launched into a conversation.
Your brother was right, she was a really pretty girl and a really sweet person. Veronica seemed to be in a cheerful mood and was making your brother laugh and they both were teasing each other.
They seemed good for each other.
You dropped them off at the amusement park and told Daniel to call you when he wanted you to pick them up. He nodded and got out of the car, taking Veronica’s hand in his and you smiled at that.
“He seems really happy with her.” Alex spoke up, turning his gaze from out of the window to stare at you.
“Yeah, he does.” You agreed, “Anxiety and depression have taken its toll on him the last three years. It’s good to see him be happy again.”
“It looks like he’s gonna be pretty happy for a while, especially with little Miss. Veronica being with him all the time.”
“He sure is, my little brother is a stud.”
Proudness was in your voice as you spoke of your brother. Hopefully, his life would continue to get better from here on out. You pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road, heading towards the apartment you and Alex shared.
You were in your living room, watching a movie with Alex when you heard the phone call. The phone call that changed your life forever, causing you to speed down many roads until you go to your destination.
Before you knew it, you had arrived at the carnival and barely put the car in park before you rushed out of the car.
You rushed through the crowded people, pushing past everyone as you began to hyperventilate with Alex following right behind you.
One of the cops saw you running into the scene and she immediately stopped you with her right hand on your chest.
“Sir, you’re going to need to take a step back behind with the other please."
"Don’t tell me to take a step back! That’s my brother right over there.” You pushed past the officer and let out a choked sob at seeing people put your brother in a body bag.
Words couldn’t even form in your throat.
All you could do was fall to your knees, completely breaking down in front of all these people. Everyone looked at you with sympathy and one firefighter felt an immense amount of guilt for not being able to save him.
You felt Alex wrap his arms around you as you sobbed into his shoulder, burying your face into Alex’s neck, feeling like your world just came crashing down.
A week has passed since your brother’s death and you were at his funeral.
Some of Daniel’s friends made an appearance and spoke about the great things he has done. Some people from his school came as well. As painful as it was, you did speak up at the funeral as well. Somehow, you managed to keep the tears at bay.
You reflected upon all the good memories you had with him, all his accomplishments, and how much of a good person he was. Once the funeral was over, a bunch of people came up to you, hugging you and telling you how sorry they were for your loss.
Now, you were heading towards your parents’ car when a man with blonde hair and blue eyes suddenly stood in front of you.
“Can I help you?” You questioned, straightening up your posture.
“Hi. Um, I’m Buck. Evan Buckley,” He introduced himself nervously, “I was the firefighter who was trying to save your brother and I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for your loss."
You nodded and let out a sigh, "I’m Y/N, and thank you,” You said as you sighed again, “Can I ask you something?" He nodded, "What really happened?”
“It’s like he just,” He paused, looking for the right words to say, “He just gave up."
You frowned at that insinuated accusation, "What? Are you saying that it’s my brother’s fault that he’s buried six feet below in a grave right now?"
"No, that’s not what I mean."
"Look man, my brother was happy to be alive. He had dreams and goals for himself. He was loved by people and now he can’t fulfill his dreams because you failed him."
A guilty look was painted across Buck’s features as you walked away from him.
Guilt welled up inside you the moment you sat in your dad’s car because deep down inside, you knew that what Buck said was true.
And that guilt stuck with you the next two days as you sat in your brother’s room with your face in your hands.
You sniffled a bit as you wiped the tears away from your eyes, standing up and looking at the photo of you and him on your desk.
You were both at the carnival that day, grinning widely. Your dad made you take him out for a day of fun since he was cooped up in the house too much.
He seemed happy, or so you thought.
And now, you felt like you should apologize to Buck because he wasn’t the one you were angry at. You were angry at your brother and yourself.
Which is how you found yourself walking into the fire station of the 118.
Buck was standing with his team and it looked like they had just gotten back from somewhere.
A conversation seemed to have taken place between them before Buck looked over at where you were standing and his eyes met yours.
You both continued to stare at each other for what felt like hours even though it was only a few seconds as Buck’s friends wondered what he was staring at until they all followed his line of vision to now stare at you.
Buck’s feet ended up moving before he could register what he was doing and ended up standing in front of you as you cleared your throat, "Can we go and talk somewhere in private?” You asked softly.
He nodded and led you upstairs with his team staring at you, making you feel a little uncomfortable. He gestured for you to sit down in the chair in front of him and you sat down.
You two stared at each other before you decided to break the silence.
“I wanted to apologize to you. I was out of line and I shouldn’t have said that you failed him. You didn’t deserve that and I’m sorry."
"You lost your brother. I understand.”
“Depression has really taken its toll on Daniel the last three years. It wasn’t until recently, he seemed to be getting better. He got himself some friends and even started liking a girl. I wish I knew that he wasn’t happy sooner, so it’s not your fault that he’s dead. It’s mine. I should have been a better big brother to him and ensured his happiness."
Buck reached over and placed his hand on top of yours, shaking his head, "There was nothing either one of us could have done for Daniel. Some people just don’t want to be saved."
You nodded because that was the truth. A sad truth, but the truth nonetheless.
"Gosh, the only thing I wanna do right now is go to a bar and get drunk."
"How about I take you out to a bar?” Buck offered, “And are you even allowed to go to a bar? You look quite young."
You laughed, "Well, Mr. Hot Firefighter with the muscles, I’m twenty-seven."
Buck flushed at the name you gave him as a grin appeared on his face seconds later, "Well, Mr. Adorable man with the perfect H/C hair, I’m twenty-eight and how about we go to a bar tonight and see how many shots it takes to get you drunk?"
"You got yourself a deal, Buckaroo."
And that was one of the best nights you’ve had in a while. Turns out it takes six shots of vodka to get you drunk.
Ever since that day, you and Buck have been hanging out a lot and spending most of your time together.
So much that Alex wouldn’t stop teasing you about you having a firefighter boyfriend, to which you rolled your eyes, but didn’t bother correcting him since you do have a huge crush on him.
How could you not? Buck was everything anyone could want in a man.
Down at the 118, Buck’s situation was similar to yours. Chim and Hen along with Eddie all teased him about his new boyfriend. Even Bobby was amused by the excessive teasing he got from his team.
Maddie even started the teasing as well when she showed up at the fire station, looking for Chim when you suddenly came in and said that you were there to bring Buck food. Or even to just say hi.
"Wow, Buck. I didn’t realize your boyfriend started bringing you food."
Buck blushed, "He’s not my boyfriend."
"Not yet!” Everyone in the kitchen of the firehouse said simultaneously, much to Buck’s dismay, causing him to blush scarlet red.
Though Buck did have feelings for you, he sometimes thought that you were way out of his league, so he didn’t make a move.
It wasn’t until you started becoming more a part of his midnight fantasies, that he decided to ask you out.
So, he asked you to help move his stuff out of Maddie’s apartment and into his own which you quickly agreed.
When that was finished, you both sat on his couch and you launched into some story about your friend, Alex.
“And then Alex and I were waiting in line when this cute girl came up to him and- is there something on my face?” You asked when you noticed the way Buck was looking at you.
Buck flushed and looked away, shaking his head, “No, there’s nothing on your face, but there is something I wanted to ask you."
"Oh? And What’s that Hot Firefighter?”
“Would you… would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow night?"
You raised an eyebrow, "Well, well, are you really asking me out on a date, Buckaroo?"
"Yes, we can do whatever you like. If you want to go, that is. You don’t need to-"
You cut him off by leaning over and kissing him, effectively shutting him up.
You grinned at the blonde-haired male, "I would love to go on a date with you."
“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow, idiot. Bye.” You smiled and waved at your friend who sent a smile back before walking to his dorm room.
Cort was a good friend of yours who you met here at M.I.T. during your first year of college. He took you out to dinner and a movie since you both had been working very hard lately and needed to get out and do something fun. After dinner, he took you to the beach where you both walked and talked about everything and nothing. The beautiful ocean waves occasionally crashing onto land along with lasers of the moonlight shining down onto you both made it more peaceful and relaxing, which is what you needed.
You pushed the door open to your door room and shut it behind you, taking off your jacket and putting it on the rack next to your door. It was so quiet in here. You had a roommate once upon a time, but he suddenly went missing with no apparent explanation of where he was.
You turned on the lamp next to your bed and let out a huge gasp, practically jumping out of your skin at seeing Tony Stark sitting in your desk chair.
“Where were you?” Tony demanded to know in a stern voice, standing up.
“I was out with a friend, why?” You questioned, “What are you doing here? And how’d you get into my dorm room?"
"Oh, well you and I made plans to hang out together, but it seems that you were too busy with your friend to be with me!” He raised his voice at you, anger present on his features as he clenched his fists.
You let out a sigh of irritation, knowing where this conversation was heading.
You’ve known that Tony has had a bit of a crush on you. Rhodey and Cort even told you that. But he was constantly Jealous whenever you would hang out with someone else and it has started getting out of hand now.
“Tony,” You sighed again, “I can’t keep dealing with this all the time."
"Dealing with what?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at you, as he walked closer to where you were standing.
“You and your jealous ways."
"I’m sorry for getting jealous all the time, Y/N. I just don’t want anyone to take you away from me. I want you so badly, you have no idea how much I feel about you.”
"Every time I have sex with someone, you’re all I can think about. I always imagine you under me as I fuck you, or when I’m kissing someone, the only person I can see and think about is you. I just want to make sure that you stay in my life and that I don’t ever lose you."
You stared at the ground for a moment, before looking back up at Tony and straightening your posture, clearing your throat.
"I need some time away from you, and space to just think about everything.” You said softly.
“If that’s what you want, that’s what I’ll give you. I’ll give you your space away from me. Whatever you want, whatever you need, whatever you treasure, I’ll give it all to you in a heartbeat."
Tony’s eyes are truthful and honest, and the way he spoke made you believe him.
He left your dorm room without a glance back and you let out a small sigh, taking off your clothes, which left you in only your boxers. You crawled into bed and drifted off to sleep a few minutes later.
A few months had passed since you and Tony stopped speaking to each other.
Surprisingly, he kept true to his word and didn’t contact you after that night, giving you space and time that you needed, which you were really grateful for.
You had just gotten back to your dorm when you felt your phone buzzing loudly in your pocket, which resulted in you pulling it out and answering it, "Hello?"
"Y/N!” Rhodey’s voice came from the other side of the phone and you could hear laughing in the background along with the occasional talking as well.
“Hey, bro. What’s up?"
"It’s about Tony."
Although you had anticipated that the reason Rhodey was calling you was on Tony’s behalf, you didn’t expect it to happen now.
One thing you and Rhodey mostly had in common was dealing with Tony when something happened, though you hadn’t done it in some time. You wondered what he’d done now. Was he drunk? Or did he sleep with someone again?
"Uh, well Tony and I aren’t really speaking to each other right now."
"I know, Y/N. But, listen to me for a second. Tony’s parents died, man."
"What? When did this happen?"
"Last night and it was on the news earlier today. They died in a tragic car accident and Tony could really use your support right now."
You nodded, even though he couldn’t see you through the phone, "Okay, I’ll make sure to stop by and see him."
You hung up the phone and threw it on your desk as you sat down in the chair, wondering if you should stop by his dorm or call him first. In the end, you decided to call him first and picked up your phone, dialing his number quickly.
Tony picked up after the first ring.
"Hey, Tony! It’s me, Y/N!”
You mentally slapped yourself. Of course, he would know it was you.
“Y/N? I’m so happy to hear your voice. I missed you so much.” He cooed softly.
“I missed you too,” You replied honestly, “How are you feeling? Are you okay?"
"I’d feel better if you were here with me."
"Okay. Alright, I’ll come over now."
Arriving at his dorm room, you knocked on the door a couple of times before shoving your hands in your pocket, waiting for him to answer the door.
The door had opened so fast you thought the hinges would have come off. Tony took a hold of your hand and brought you inside, bringing you into a hug, burying his face into the crook of your neck as you hugged him back, rubbing his back in a circular motion.
"I’m so happy that you’re here with me.” He murmured into your neck, “I missed your hugs. Always so full of love and affection.” He admitted breathlessly.
“I’m happy to be here too, Tones."
You stayed with Tony for the rest of the day, since you didn’t feel like you should leave him during this painful time.
And you stayed with him at his parents’ funeral a week later and stayed with him at his dorm. Him not having a roommate really helped when you stayed there.
One thing you noticed about Tony was that he was very calm and chipper for someone who just lost their parents.
People grieve in different ways though.
You knew that. Some people break down and cry, while others don’t, but you guess that he was trying to be strong.
Sometime after that, you ended up moving into Tony’s condo that he bought, due to his wealth and because he didn’t want to live on campus anymore, but wanted you to be close to him.
Since you have been with Tony so much, you have been neglecting your other friends. Had a lot of missed calls and concerned messages.
So, to stop their excessive worrying and concern, you decided to see your friends again. It would be good to see them after some time now.
Tony wasn’t happy about that.
He created this huge argument about it. Telling you how your friends weren’t good enough for you and how he needed you more than them.
Clinginess is one way to describe Tony.
He acted like he would completely fall apart if you weren’t with him every day.
And his clinginess would be cute if it wasn’t so annoying. You felt like you couldn’t go anywhere without him. Ultimately, felt smothered by him.
So, you brought some of your friends over to his condo. You needed to reconnect with your friends and wanted to have a life outside of Tony.
But, one thing you failed to realize was that Tony was relentless on being the only person in your life and scared off your friends, having you all to himself.
You sat on the couch with a small huff, "Tony, I thought we talked about this, you’re jealous ways have got to stop. I have other friends to see as well."
Tony sat down on your lap, his lips pulling downward into a frown, "Aren’t you my friend, Y/N?” He asked sternly.
You blinked at the brown-haired male sitting in your lap suspiciously, “…Yes."
"Then don’t you think you have enough friends? I should be the only one you need.” He spoke in a dangerously dark tone, very deep and controlling that set you on edge.
“Uh, I do need other friends besides you." You insisted since you felt the need to make a stand for yourself.
"Do you not love me or something?"
"I do love you, in a friend type of way.” You added in, much to Tony’s dismay.
“Why, huh?!” Tony exclaimed in anger, clutching onto you tightly, “I can give you anything you ever wanted!"
"But I don’t like you in that way! And I don’t want to be with you of all people. I see you only as a friend, nothing more."
Okay, that did come out pretty harsh.
You didn’t mean for it to sound like that, but you had a point that you needed to get across. The point that you didn’t like Tony in that way, and only saw him as a friend.
"I’m sorry, Y/N. It’s just… I like you so much and I let my emotions get the best of me. You’re so amazing to me that makes me wanna spend every second of every day with you. You always see the good in me, and I don’t want to lose you. I promise that I will control my jealousy from now on.” He planted a kiss on the top of your forehead.
But, Tony’s jealousy never got better, it only became worse as time went on. He turned into a possessive, jealous monster who wouldn’t leave your side.
It caused you to be unable to maintain any of your friendships with anyone because Tony was always with you, not even Cort wanted anything to do with you anymore, which really hurt a lot.
Tony had taken up so much space in your life. Too much. You felt like you were unable to breathe because of him. Like you were drowning with no way to the top of the surface.
You really should have cut ties with Tony completely. That’s what you needed to do to help you mentally, but you cared a lot about Tony. Despite what a monster he appears to be, you saw the good in Tony and knew that he could become a good person.
Unfortunately, you found out how you were wrong about Tony being a good person when you found pictures of you that were taken by him.
Your eyes widened. It was pictures of you during your first year of college, around campus, you masturbating in the bedroom, and you in the shower.
These photos sickened you. Sickened you to your very core. You couldn’t believe that you were friends with such an obsessed, psychotic, possessive monster.
You needed to leave now, and that’s exactly what you did. You packed up your things in your suitcase and duffel bag and walked away without a glance back, getting out of Tony’s life permanently.
6 Years Later
It’s been six years since you graduated college and left your old life behind you for good, which included Tony Stark.
Before the graduation ceremony had taken place, you avoided Tony every chance you got when he tried to contact you in some way. Mostly stayed in your dorm when you had classes or went to your safe place where Tony didn’t know.
After graduation, you basically fell off the face of the earth. You moved to a different state to make sure that Tony wouldn’t see you again. Only your parents knew where you were and made them promise not to tell Tony if he contacted them and they agreed, despite them not knowing the reason why.
And when Tony would not stop calling your phone every day for who knows how long, you decided to change your phone number.
Tony had no way of contacting you now and you were grateful for that.
You were also grateful for your boyfriend who you’ve been dating for nine months now. He was the light in your life and actually kept you sane.
But he was in another state for a business meeting, which you also take, but not nearly as much as he does.
You had just come inside your house that you and Jermey bought when a number you didn’t recognize started calling your phone.
"Hey, N/N. It’s so great to hear the soothing sound of your voice again."
You froze and your breathing hitched in your throat. The glass that was once in your hand dropped to the floor with a loud bang, shattering completely.
"How did you get this number?” You asked nervously.
“You should know by now that I’m a literal genius and can always contact you.” And you could practically picture the smirk on Tony’s face.
“What do you want, Tony."
"I want to know why you decided to up and leave me without an explanation. That hurt me so much, baby."
"I’m not your baby.” You gritted out and could hear the thumping in your chest.
Tony laughed, “Someone’s in denial."
You rubbed your eyes and let out a sigh when Tony spoke again.
"You should really clean up that glass in case you accidentally cut yourself and can I just say that those jeans does wonderful things for your ass."
You threw your phone across the room as you started to hyperventilate.
Quickly, you started to make sure that your door and windows were locked.
Suddenly, a blunt force hits the side of your head, and darkness takes over.
You awoke in a flash and sat up quickly.
The first thing you noticed upon awakening is that Tony sat in front of you, pressing a warm cloth against the side of your forehead that was bleeding.
Your arms and feet were tied together in a tight knot and you were in a place that you didn’t recognize.
”…Tony, what the hell is going on?!“
Did he seriously kidnap you?
"I’m sorry for hitting you so hard in the head with a crowbar,” Tony sighed, “But I knew that you wouldn’t come with me willingly, so I had to kidnap you."
"And what the hell was the purpose for kidnapping me?” You demanded, a lump forming in your throat as Tony kept cleaning your bruise.
“To make sure that you stay mine forever. I needed you to be mine. You’re the only one who sees what’s right here,” He brings your tied-up hands and somehow manages to press it against his chest, “You see the good in me and I can be my true self around you. I love you so much and I can’t lose you to anyone, not even Jeremy."
"You’re right about that,” You agreed as Tony waited for you to continue, “I did see good in you, once upon a time. But there’s no good left in you."
"Maybe there still would be some good in me if you hadn’t left me.” He growled, putting the washcloth aside and laying down next to you, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you against his chest, “You’re mine, Y/N. All mine, baby boy, and there’s no going back now. I love you, Y/N…"
He couldn’t lose you. He was a broken man who has never had anyone to love him except you. You saw the good in him and that was enough to keep you with him. He loved you and you would learn to do the same in time. You’re all he has.
And he wouldn’t lose you to anyone.
A/N: Hope everyone likes it!
It’s official, you have screwed up.
Everything seemed to be going great at first, you managed to hook up a small device by the bank which would cause it to erupt into flames. From what you saw, there weren’t that many people in the building when you pressed the button.
You were counting on Iron Man or Captain America showing up, so you could take them out. Instead, you got the Spider.
And the Spider managed to kick your mask off your face, causing him to see your face and to be the first person to know your true identity. Your dad is not going to be happy when he finds out.
Spiderman seemed to pause in his movements, finally taking a look at your face and you were somehow able to see that his eyes were wide.
“Y/N?” The wall-crawler questioned and you didn’t hear him say your name, because you were too focused on how to get out of this situation and how much trouble you were going to get in.
Seeing an opportunity to strike now, you quickly kicked Spiderman in his chest, sending him down the ground as you picked up your mask and bag and backflipped off the roof.
In any good or bad situation, you love to make an exit.
Peter stood up from the ground and stared at the spot where you disappeared, still not entirely believing who he just saw.
Y/N L/N. Peter’s obsession. The person who made him realize his sexuality was a villain. He couldn’t believe it. He had to do something. He had to make you see that you shouldn’t hurt anyone anymore.
The friendly neighborhood Spiderman would kidnap you if he needed to. He couldn’t allow this to go on any longer and he loved you with all his heart and would make you realize.
Using your superspeed, you quickly ran back to your house and changed into your civilian clothes in the garage before entering your home.
“Anybody home!” You called out, shutting the door behind you.
Footsteps were running down the stairs and you knew that was your little brother, “Y/N!” Chris ran over to you excitedly, embracing you into a hug.
You smiled down at your brother and picked him up and he wraps his small arms around you, “Hey buddy! How was school today?” You asked, walking into the living room.
“Great! I got an A on my spelling test!"
"Awesome! Great job, buddy!” You exclaimed, feeling proud of your little brother’s grades and that he was doing better than you. He giggled into your neck and kept his arms around you.
Just then, another pair of footsteps that obviously belonged to your dad was heard walking into the living room, wearing an expensive three-piece gray tailored suit, eyes trained on you.
“Glad to see that your home, son.” Dad said, “Let’s go talk in the study alone."
"Why can’t I be there for your talks?”
“Because this talk is for grown-ups, Chris. Once you turn eighteen, you’ll be able to. Now, go upstairs and watch TV while I speak with your brother alone."
Seven-year-old Chris complied with his order and went upstairs as you followed him into his study.
"Did you do exactly what I asked you to do?” Dad asked, sitting on his desk.
“Yes, I snuck into weapon X’s base and retrieved the flash drive you wanted, and the bank erupted in flames and the money you requested is in the bag.” You answered calmly, not once faltering or stuttering over your words as you gave him the bag.
One thing you couldn’t figure out was why your dad wanted you to steal cash from the bank. You guys did not need the money whatsoever.
When your dad asked you to do things like this for him, you didn’t want to hurt people, but from today’s experience, you just might have and guilt rose inside your chest.
Your dad took the bag and opened it up, seeing that the money and flash drive was indeed in the bag. He looked back up at you and smiled at you gracefully.
“You did a good job, my son. Glad that you haven’t screwed up this business.” Dad congratulated and you averted your eyes, so they wouldn’t meet your dad’s. Of course, your father was able to catch onto the fact that you couldn’t look him in the eyes and his emotionless eyes darkened in an instant like clouds on a rainy day, “Did you screw up, Y/N? And look me in the eyes when I’m talking to you."
You looked up at your father in his eyes, his cold E/C that matched yours, drilling into you hard. He was going to be very disappointed, but you have no choice. He’d force the truth out of you if he needed to.
"I had a run-in with Spiderman after, I took the money from the bank and -” You visibly gulped, afraid to continue.
"And he kicked my mask off and saw my face."
Silence, complete and utter silence.
The silence seemed to stretch on for some time. You looked down at the ground, waiting for your dad to give off some sort of reaction to your answer.
The lamp that was on your dad’s desk was knocked off by him and was sent flying onto the other side of the room.
You flinched at his reaction and finally looked up at him. Oh, he looked pissed.
He pulled you by the hem of your shirt with one hand and wrapped this hand around your throat with the other, his bulky ring digging into your delicate skin that would probably cause a bruise to form.
"How could you screw this up for me? Was it seriously that hard just to keep your mask on, huh?” Dad yelled at the top of his lungs, releasing you and pushed you against the wall as you heard his coffee mug break.
“I didn’t mean for that to happen-"
"I don’t want to hear any excuses! Now, hold out your wrist for me."
You let out a tired sigh, holding out your wrist, and watched as it clicked into place, your movements becoming slow for a few seconds before dissolving.
"Now, I have work to do. Get out of my office immediately.” Dad ordered and you left the room without a glance back.
You went to your room and flopped down on the bed. It was so pathetic how you craved your dad’s approval and would do anything he said just to make him somewhat proud of you.
And now you’ve managed to piss him off. Just fucking great.
The door to your room creaked open and you looked over to see Chris slowly entering your room, his stuffed penguin in his hands.
“Hey Chris, what are you doing here?"
"I heard dad yelling at you,” He muttered quietly and sadly, sitting down on your bed, “So, I wanted to check on you."
"That’s sweet of you, but you don’t have to worry about your big bro. I’m okay."
Chris nodded, not entirely convinced, "But, why does he yell at you?"
"Dad doesn’t mean to yell at me. He’s just,” You paused for a brief second, “Stressed, but he’s better now, so what do you want to do for the time being?” You asked, changing the subject.
You didn’t know why you were making up excuses and defending your dad, but all you knew was that you didn’t want Chris to know the real reason behind the yelling.
Can we watch a movie?“ Chris asked you eagerly, hoping you’d say yes.
"Sure buddy,” You replied, “What do you want to watch? And no horror movies."
Chris groaned, "C'mon. Please, Y/N.” He pleaded softly, giving you those puppy dog eyes. You did not want to give into him, but his puppy dog eyes always manage to work.
“Fine.” You finally gave in, picking up the remote off of the table and putting on a scary movie as Chris cheered happily.
He sat next to you on the bed as you pressed play. Insidious was the movie you both decided on. A bunch of screams and jumps had happened throughout the movie. Honestly, you were scared shitless and you could tell Chris was scared, too. The person who directed this movie sure did go all out to make it scary for its viewers. You both watched a few more movies. Some comedies and thrillers before you both fell asleep on your bed.
In chemistry class, the teacher stood in the center of the room, explaining what work they were going to have to do as Peter’s eyes watched you like a hawk.
You were trying to listen to the teacher teach and did that thing where you bite your lip when you were confused, but trying to figure it out. Peter thought that was the hottest thing ever.
He also thought you looked hot in the photos he took of you. He had pictures of you on the wall in his bedroom and even made a collage with pictures of you that he took. Pictures consisted of you in your bedroom with him hidden in the closet, you walking down the street, and when you were hanging out with friends.
His obsession with you ran deep, despite you being a villain. He still loves you and will make sure that you change your ways. After all, who better to help you than Spiderman himself? He’ll make you love him as well.
The bell rang, signaling the end of class and people started piling out fast.
The sweet, soothing sound of your voice caused Peter to stop what he was doing and looked up at you who had a smile on your face. Peter’s heart race increased when you sent him that beautiful smile that he has been yearning for.
"Hey Y/N. You know my name?” He muttered, feeling quite nervous.
“Of course I do and since you’re the smartest person in this class, do you think you could tutor me? Because I’m horrible at Chemistry."
Peter blushed from the compliment you gave him. You thought that he was the smartest person in class? On the outside, he acted calm and collected, but on the inside, he was ecstatic that you thought that about him. For a villain, you are quite nice which is one reason why Peter fell for you so hard.
"I could definitely tutor you today!"
"Awesome! See you later, dude.” You said and walked out of the classroom.
The wall-crawler stared after you, watching that fine ass of yours.
That dewy, sweet scent of yours entered his nostrils the moment you stepped near him and he had to resist the urge to breathe in your scent. He was so glad that he stole your jacket from your closet when he snuck into your house, he only stole it until he could have you for himself.
In the back of Peter’s mind, he wondered why his spidey senses didn’t go off when he was near you.
It wasn’t until you both were at your lockers which were about three lockers away from each other, he listened into your conversation.
“Seriously man, since when did you start wearing bracelets?"
"I don’t,” You shut your locker and leaned against it, “But I have to wear it and it’s not a bracelet. It’s a device that blocks my powers because my dad doesn’t want me to use them unless it benefits him. He’s the only one who can take it off."
"Damn Y/N. Your dad suck, man."
"Tell me something I don’t know.”
You and Landon walked to lunch and Peter stared after you both.
Interesting, so your powers are blocked? This was perfect. He didn’t have to ask Mr. Stark if there was a way to block your powers. It would be easier to take you for himself now.
He went to lunch and sat next to Ned with MJ at their table, talking amongst themselves.
Suddenly, Peter looked at your table to see that your friend, Landon had his arms wrapped around you and was awfully touchy touchy with you.
You laughed at something Landon said, but appeared to be very comfortable with his arms around you. Jealousy sparked inside Peter’s chest and he accidentally smashed his soda can, getting it over the table and on Ned and MJ’s food.
"What was that for, loser!"
"Sorry guys.” Peter apologized, blushing a bit red as he helped them clean up the mess that was caused by him.
He would have to take you quickly, so he could turn his fantasy into a reality.
When school finally let out, Peter saw you outside the school, leaning against the wall as you waited for him to come out.
He took you back to his place and sat in the living room as he helped you with chemistry since Aunt May was out.
No way you were entering his room since he had pictures of you littered all over his room. It would be really bad if you managed to see what was in there.
Peter explained the question you asked him thoroughly and understandably, even though it still sounded like a jumbled mess.
You worked on the problem and Peter watched as you bit your lip in concentration, working on the question and he wanted to feel those lips on his own.
“Okay, did I do it right?” You asked, handing him your worksheet as he took it, looking over what you’ve done.
Peter smiled at you, “You got it right!"
You threw your hands up in happiness that you finally got the problem right with Peter sitting pretty close to you on the couch. Both of you worked on a few more before you went to the bathroom and Peter went inside his room, taking down the photos of you that he had on the wall.
He heard you exit the bathroom just as he managed to hide the last photo of you. He picked up some clothes off the floor and his heart stopped when he turned around to see that you picked up the scrapbook he had made of you off his desk. Peter totally forgot that he left that out. Oh boy, this was not good.
You stared in horror at the images you were seeing. Images of you sleeping, walking down the street, you sitting in your car with Landon, you modeling for Landon in only your boxers when he asked you to model for him, and so much more.
"What the hell is this, Peter?!"
"I-It’s not what it looks like, Y/N!"
You quickly reached for that dagger that you kept in your sneakers, but Peter quickly shoots a web at your hand and you fell back against the wall and he shoots a web at your other hand.
"Freakin’ Spiderman!” You exclaimed in anger and annoyance. Anger at Peter and annoyance with your father because he bound your powers when you needed them, “Let me go, Peter!"
Peter shook his head and walked over to you, caressing your face softly, "I can’t do that, Y/N. You mean too much to me and I’m so in love with you. It’s okay. Now, we can be together."
"I don’t want to be with you! You’re sick, and I’m supposed to be the villain here! I’d rather date Landon or even Flash for crying out loud than you!"
Peter gripped your jaw tightly and gave you a dark look as you let out a small hiss, "I don’t appreciate you talking to me like that. You’re being really rude to the love of your life and I won’t tolerate it. No one will have you, especially not Landon or Flash. Not any girl, or boy, or even creature for that matter."
"You’re not the love of my life!” You screamed at him, trying to get free.
You really shouldn’t be yelling at him since he does have you stuck to the wall, but you were a villain, so it was expected and you weren’t going to bow down to him.
“Oh, my sweet, sweet Y/N,” He cooed softly, taking a syringe out of his pocket and you started to panic, trying to get this spider web off you, “I’m the love of your life and will remind you of how much you belong to me, and how much I belong to you until we take our very last breaths."
He jammed it into your neck and you felt the substance enter your body and the world started to fade around you before you were welcomed to darkness.
You didn’t fall due to the spider webs that were keeping you against the wall.
Peter put his hands back on your face, smiling at you, loving the fact that he finally had you all to himself.
His obedient broken doll.
A/N: A requested Tony Stark x male reader is here now!
“Whoa! You and Pepper broke up?” You asked in shock at what Tony just said.
You and Tony were in the kitchen at the Avengers Tower, drinking coffee when you asked Tony how his relationship with Pepper was going. Hearing him say that they have broken up definitely shocked you because they seemed to be made for each other.
Pepper was always there for Tony and vice versa. It seemed like they would get married and have a daughter or son along with growing old together.
“Yeah, we broke up.” Tony confirmed nonchalantly, taking a sip of his coffee. You frowned a little, seeing that he didn’t have a sad expression on his face when he mentioned the breakup, but that also could be because Tony was good at hiding his emotions.
“I’m sorry to hear that. It seemed like you both were made for each other. Are you gonna be alright?” You asked, wanting to make sure that he was okay.
Tony waved off your worries about him, “Of course I’ll be alright. I’m a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist."
You chuckled, knowing that line would be the next to come out of his mouth.
Both of you launched into talking about different projects and suit designs for you both to work on since you were a mechanic like Tony. You loved building things and creating a suit is definitely next on your list.
Now, you weren’t an official member of the Avengers. You didn’t have any special powers, but you were skilled in hand-to-hand combat along with having hacking abilities and intellect, which is very useful on this team.
Just then, Steve walked into the kitchen to see you and Tony sitting next to each other at the table, "Morning Tony. Y/N."
Steve’s baby blue eyes lingered on your form a little longer than necessary when he greeted you cheerfully.
You and Steve did date each other for a while and you loved being with him, but when you saw that the relationship wasn’t really going anywhere, you had decided to break it off.
He, of course, was saddened by the fact that you wanted to break it off, but he would be okay with it for the time being and do things to get you back.
Though, you two still did remain the best of friends, despite breaking up with him.
"Morning Steve.” You greeted politely, as Tony stood up into standing position, his coffee mug in his hands.
Tony nodded towards Steve, “Morning Cap. If any of you need me, I’ll be down in my lab, working on some tech."
"You should really eat before you start working, you know? Coffee isn’t going to be enough and you know that."
"Coffee is the only thing I need to stay focused.” Tony said and walked out of the room, but not before shooting a glare at Steve when he put his hand on your shoulder that went completely unnoticed by you and the super-soldier.
You sighed, “Gosh, he is really addicted to coffee.” You observed, looking at Steve who nodded at your observation.
“Yeah, he has a pretty bad obsession with it,” Steve stated, “Are you hungry? I can make some pancakes or waffles."
You shook your head, "Not right now. I have simulation and combat training with Natasha and Clint soon and I don’t want to weigh myself down before that."
"Oh, okay. Well-” The super soldier paused, trying to find the right words to say to you before voicing his response, “I bought two tickets to the race car driving show and was wondering if you wanted to go with me after our mission, tonight?"
Steve knew how much you loved watching people drive in a race because you get to watch cars and other vehicles perform incredible maneuvers that leave you breathless.
And it has to do with the fact that your dad used to be a professional race car driver before he died. He would always take you to his shows when you were a little kid to watch them as a father-son bonding time after he finished.
You smiled brightly at the blonde-haired male and nodded, "Yeah, that sounds good.” You agreed. It’s been a while since you have gone to see a race car show and would love to go see one again, especially with Steve.
Downstairs in the lab, Tony watched through the security cameras he installed as you and Steve made plans to go out together after the mission.
The mere sight of watching Steve put his hands on your shoulder and as you and Steve made plans together made something burn inside him. Jealousy and rage burned deep inside his very core. How dare Steve touch what is his.
The billionaire had fallen for you hard and it all started when you first joined the Avengers around the time he was dating Pepper and was sure that she was the only person for him.
You had beautiful E/C eyes and amazing S/C skin with very toned, very sculpted muscles. You were funny and so down to earth. Caring and the most adorable man ever. Very bright and young and your eyes would always light up in excitement.
You were vibrantly handsome like a male model and Tony loved everything about you.
He had never met someone who was as sarcastic as him like you are. Someone who had a large bank account like him and actually understood what he has gone through and could put up with him all the time.
You were amazing and strong-willed.
In the beginning, the former playboy shrugged his feelings off for you because they were inappropriate, especially since he was with Pepper.
Then he found out that you were in a relationship with Steve and Tony lost it completely.
Why Steve? Why did you have to fall for him of all people? Why did you have to be the one to fall for Capsicle? Hell, he was old enough to be your grandfather.
Tony wanted to punch Steve in his perfect white teeth.
Now that you and Steve seemed to be hanging out more made Tony feel rage. Uncontrollable rage.
His obsession with you was deep. He loved you so much that it hurts. Pepper never made him feel this way and he will do whatever it takes to finally take what is rightfully his.
He was a genius, a man of logic.
And this Genius finally had enough of being your friend. It was time to strike while the iron’s hot. But first, he has to deal with the super-soldier spending time around you.
“Friday, is X-52 ready for use yet?"
"X-52 is 100% ready for use, sir."
Tony smirked as he watched you walk away from Steve to go to training, "You will be mine soon enough, my prince."
The sound of your phone going off could be heard throughout the silent gym room where you were, working on some more simulation exercises while the rest of the team was on a mission.
You turned off the simulation training exercise and picked up your phone, a frown etched upon your features when you saw what number was calling you. Why was S.H.I.E.L.D hospital calling you?
Y/N, YOU NEED TO GET DOWN HERE TO SHIELD’S HOSPITAL RIGHT NOW!”
“What? Why?” You asked, hearing the panic and worry in Bruce’s voice as you started exiting the gym, mind consumed in worry. Was one of them hurt?
“Steve had gotten injured on the mission and we could use your support down here."
"Okay, I’m on my way now.” You hung up the phone and slid it in your pocket as you exited the tower, hopping in your car and driving over to S.H.I.E.L.D hospital.
Arriving at your destination, you stepped out of your car and entered the hospital.
Immediately, you asked the woman at the front desk who you recognized as Dana where Steve’s room number was and she gave it to you quickly.
“What the hell happened?” You asked the team once you entered the room.
“A bomb was dropped onto the building that we invaded. Steve was the last one left inside when it erupted. For some reason, his super-soldier serum is taking longer than expected to heal him.” Natasha explained softly, knowing how much you and Steve meant to each other and how much you cared for him.
You let out a sigh, sitting down in the chair next to the bed that Steve was currently laying in. He looked so beat up with the cuts littered over his face and his right leg bandaged together.
“He’ll be okay, right?"
"Of course Steve will. He’s a fighter and a soldier and can come back from anything.” Clint spoke up next to the door as Tony placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.
“I hope so.” You muttered to yourself, hoping that Steve would be okay.
Two more days had passed and Steve still hadn’t woken up yet.
You and other Avengers would take shifts watching over him, in case he woke up at any point and wanted to be one of the first ones to see him awake.
Natasha and Clint along with Bruce were at the hospital while you and Tony were back at the Avengers Tower.
You were inside your room, laying on your bed and staring up at the ceiling, thoughts racing through your head. Thoughts about Steve.
A knock came from outside your door and you looked to your left to see Tony enter your room. You sat up into sitting position as he sat next to you on the bed, looking at you with those big brown eyes.
“Are you feeling alright?” He whispered softly with concern in his voice.
You shrugged your shoulders lazily and shook your head, “Not really.” You said quietly, telling him the truth.
Tony put his arm around your shoulders and you leaned into him, feeling warm and safe in his presence.
“Cap will be okay, Y/N. He has been in tougher situations than this and has always pulled through. He’ll be okay."
"But what if he doesn’t? I mean, whatever bomb was dropped on him is causing his serum abilities to weaken."
The billionaire tightened his hold on you, "Don’t think that way. You know that Cap will be okay and will wake up soon."
"Yeah,” You sighed, “Maybe you’re right."
"Of course I’m right. I’m not a genius for nothing.” He said and you both laughed and a comfortable silence takes over a second later.
It was peaceful and having Tony’s arm wrapped around your shoulder felt good.
“Y/N, I want to tell you something.” Tony spoke up, breaking the peaceful silence.
“What is it?” You asked, feeling curious to hear what he has to tell you.
“Well, you mean a lot to me. You’re an amazing person and such a handsome genius like me. I like you a lot. Will you go out with me?” Tony asked with a hint of nervousness in his voice.
You looked over at Tony and saw how he was waiting for an answer, “I like you too, Tony."
Tony’s lips curled upward into a smile and put his hand under your chin, closing the distance between you two, kissing you on the lips hard.
You closed your eyes to enjoy the moment shared between you two.
Your lips moved along with Tony and the way you both were kissing made it seem like you both were two men in love. Like in a love movie between two characters.
The billionaire broke the kiss and pulled you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your body and nuzzling his face into your neck.
This was everything he could have hoped for. It felt amazing to hold you close against his chest, to know what it felt like to have you and to hold you in his arms. He couldn’t let this go. He couldn’t let you go. Ever.
Guess that bomb that he ordered Friday to drop on the building really paid off.
It was a bomb that can take out any super soldier and slow down their super soldier abilities. Steve just got lucky that he didn’t die, or any of the other Avengers for that matter. He’d do anything to be with you. Even kill.
And now you were all his. Oh, if only you knew how far Tony would go to make sure that you were his, and his alone.
A/N: Got a request for a Yandere Thor x servant male reader. Hope you like it!
“What?” You asked the God of Thunder once again to make sure that you heard him correctly.
“You and I are destined to be together. I want you to be more than my personal servant. I want you to marry me."
…What the fuck?
You were Thor’s personal servant.
Have been ever since Odin brought you to Asgard, allowing you to live your life in royalty, as long as you became his son’s personal servant and make him as happy as he could be since his ex, Jane broke up with him.
At first, you were skeptical. You didn’t want to serve someone and actually do things for them like work and stuff, but you would be living your life in royalty, who would want to refuse that?
Having that flirty, charming personality that only a few Midgardians have made it easier for you to give Thor happiness. Of course, it took time for the God of Thunder to warm up to you, but he eventually did. Sometimes, he looked like he wanted to beat you with that hammer of his, but other times, he seemed to enjoy your presence.
The women in the kingdom were jealous of the fact that you were the one chosen to be close to Prince Thor, as they tend to other duties, but you didn’t care.
All that mattered was that you gave him happiness and you did. Maybe a little too much though, considering the fact that he just asked you to marry him and that you managed to pick up Mjölnir.
"Thor,” You paused and shook your head, “This is ridiculous, we can’t get married.”
“Why not? You’re so special to me and the first human to hold my hammer. You’re worthy! You enjoy my presence as much as I enjoy yours and I’ve barely thought about Jane since I’ve been with you. We must get married at once and rule Asgard when it’s our time!"
"Whoa! Just wait a second!” You said quickly. You needed some time to think because this was all too much for you, “I’m your personal servant. You are God, the Prince of Asgard. There are plenty of other men and women for you on earth or in this kingdom. We can’t get married, Thor."
The God of Thunder gripped your arms tightly in a possessive manner, "You will not defy me. You will do as your prince declares for you to do, and that’s for you to marry me,” You pulled away from him, which caused him to put one of his hands around your waist, pressing your bodies against each other, “Say yes."
"Get away from me!” You screamed, pushing the blue-eyed God away from you, “I don’t care if I’m your servant, I will not be forced to marry you just because you say so. It’s no wonder Jane left your sorry ass."
You stormed out of Thor’s room and he stood there in complete shock at what came out of your mouth. No one has ever talked to him like that. But a Midgardian like you spoke to him like he wasn’t Thor; Odin son and the literal God of Thunder. You were so defiant. It made him want to control that defiance, crush it, tame it. And he would succeed in doing so because you were his man. His, and his alone, no one else’s.
After storming out of Thor’s room, you went to see Odin yourself.
This was not in the agreement when you decided to become his servant. You only had to make him happy as a friend, not a lover. Even though he is hot, you surely did not want to get married.
You knocked on his door and didn’t even bother to wait for a come in before you walked inside. This wasn’t the room that he and his wife slept in. This one was used when he worked on the current matters of the kingdom. An office of sorts.
"Hello Y/N. Come sit, my boy.” He gestured for you to sit down in the chair across from him and you sat down, “What brings you here to see me?"
"Your son is the reason I came here.” You responded, seeing no reason to beat around the bush.
“Thor? What has my son done to you?"
"He asked me to marry him and tried to force my hand when I didn’t say yes.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing, Y/N. You should definitely accept this! This marriage is wonderful news and you are definitely fit for a king.” He boasted loudly, already thinking of plans and preparations for the wedding.
You looked at Odin in confusion, “What? You expect me to just get married to Thor?” You questioned and he nodded, “No! I’m not getting married to your son. That wasn’t in the agreement and-"
"The agreement was for you to make my son happy,” Odin growled, “I’m passing my kingdom over to Thor soon and if marrying you will be able to keep Thor happy, then so be it."
"Shouldn’t my happiness be thought about, too? And I’m not interested in getting married."
"I don’t care if you’re interested in getting married or not. I asked for Thor to be happy and this marriage will guarantee his happiness. You will get married to him and I suggest you watch what comes out of your mouth next, boy or there will be consequences."
You scoffed, "Oh please. I don’t need some old, sad wrinkly man like you threatening me.”
The next thing that occurred happened so fast, you didn’t have time to process it. You flew off the chair and onto the ground in a matter of seconds, blood dripping from your nose. Odin punched you and it was a hard hit.
He towered over you and pulled you up by your shirt as the guards who were standing in the room didn’t do anything, not that you were expecting them to.
“Pay close attention to what I’m saying, boy. My kingdom is at stake here and I will do anything for it. This marriage will take place soon, so you better get used to it. Now, get out of my chamber!” The God of War ordered and you ran out of that room and back to your chambers.
He may be an old man, but there is something in his voice that left you utterly shaking to your very core.
You laid down on your bed in your living chambers, staring up at the ceiling and thinking about a lot of stuff.
You had just came back from cleaning Thor’s room and doing the tasks he asked you to do along with Thor trying to get somewhere with you. Honestly, you were willing to forget about everything that happened yesterday, including him asking you to marry him, but he was still as persistent as ever.
The conversation with Odin came back to you. He had left you so shaken up that you were scared to go to sleep. The way he spoke made you realize that he wasn’t playing any games. That you had to marry him, despite not wanting to.
A knock on your door caused you to stand up from your bed, silently hoping that it wasn’t Thor or Odin.
Opening the door, you were immediately tackled to the ground by Thor and you could smell the Asgardian liquor on his breath, “Glad to see you again, love!"
"Dude, get off of me.” You exclaimed, putting a hand against his chest as he grabbed your wrist and crushed in his wrist, “Seriously, Thor. Move."
"Do not think you are in a position to tell me what to do,” He scoffed, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder, “You are my servant and will do as I say. You’re coming with me back to my chambers and will listen to your prince. You’re mine now and I’m done waiting."
"I’m not yours, or anyone’s for that matter!” You screamed, hitting his back with your fists which didn’t do anything to him at all.
“You are what I say you are!” Thor kicked open the door to his chambers, tossing you on the bed and climbing on you.
He wrapped his hand around your throat with one hand and caressed your face with the other as you tried to get his hand off your throat, “Stop it, Thor."
"I suggest you give in to being mine. You’re a handsome man and it would be such a shame if something were to happen to this handsome face of yours."
"You sure as hell will be waiting a long time if you think I’ll ever give in."
Thor laughed darkly and kissed you on the lips, not retracting his hand from your throat.
"You are mine. Every inch of you is mine now. Everything that you once owned is mine and you belong to me completely. You’re my husband and I own you now. We will rule this kingdom together."
Hihi! I don’t know if you tale requests or not, but I was wondering if you considered writing a part 2 on that Dean fic where he cheated? It could be like, in the future or something, idk, something. I just need more lol
A/N: A lot of you wanted a part 2, so here it is. Part 1
“So, who do you think could be behind the murders, Sammy? Some evil spirit, or another black-eyed son of a bitch?"
"It’s hard to tell. The victim’s wife stated that there were bite marks on his neck, so it could very well be vampires, too."
Five years had passed since you and Dean had broken up and went your separate ways. He continued to hunt with his brother and their angel.
Dean tried dating other people to get over these feelings that he still had for you, but they never ended up working out. None of them could make him feel the way you made him feel. He mostly ended up having one-night stands with some girl at a bar.
It was the only way to feel the void in his heart that was left there by you.
Alcohol was something that he drunk occasionally since he knew that you wouldn’t have wanted him wasting his life away drinking. Despite the fact that you forgave Dean all those years ago, he still regretted what he did, and would always regret the fact that he broke your heart.
"You’re too slow!"
Hearing the sound of a young child’s voice caused Dean to snap out of his thoughts. Dean and Sam looked over to their right on the sidewalk to see two children who looked like twins giggling and running together happily. Both of them accidentally ran into the brothers, stumbling a little as the sound of their giggles ceased, looking up at them.
"Sorry for bumping into you, sir.” The young male apologized politely and his sister nodded her head.
Sam looked down at the two children and smiled at them, “Don’t worry about it, kid. Where are your parents at?"
Dean was wondering the same thing as well, but he didn’t have time to ponder why these kids’ parents weren’t with them because he heard a familiar voice that he hasn’t heard in five years.
"Oh, there you guys are,” You exclaimed, running over to the twins and bending down, so you were at eye level with them, “Don’t run off without me, okay?” Both of them nodded in understanding, “I’m sorry that-” You paused, as your eyes widened upon seeing who the twins bumped into, “Dean? Sam?"
"Hey Y/N,” Sam greeted softly, giving you a small wave and a smile, “Haven’t seen or heard from you in a while."
You could see the hurt look in Sam’s eyes as he spoke. The two of you were best friends before Dean cheated and you cut off communication with him after you and Dean broke up.
"Yeah. I’m sorry about that, Moose. Life’s just been busy the past five years."
"That’s understandable, but a text message wouldn’t kill you.” He retorted, inwardly smiling at the nickname you called him.
You hummed, “That’s true,” You turned to face Dean who hasn’t said a word yet, “Hello Dean."
Dean swallowed the lump in his throat thickly in order to say something, "Hey Y/N,” He finally spoke up, “So, you’re a dad now?"
You chuckled, shaking your head, "Not a dad, but I am an uncle now."
Shortly before Vanessa and Ethan got married, Vanessa took a pregnancy test because she had been having pregnancy symptoms.
Turns out that all that time in bed between them both got her pregnant, and with twins which none of us saw coming.
Vanessa’s pregnancy made them quit hunting to take care of their children, which also made you decide to become a part-time hunter since you didn’t want any supernatural creatures coming after them.
"Who are these people, uncle Y/N?” The young female asked, looking up at you through her lashes.
“These are some of my old friends. The taller one over here is Sam Winchester and the slightly shorter one is his brother, Dean Winchester. Guys this is my nephew, Finn, and my niece, Quinn."
"Nice to meet you both,” The twins said simultaneously, “Can they come back to our house? I want to play with his hair!” Quinn pointed at Sam who chuckled.
“And I can show them my toy trucks!”
“Well, I don’t know about that guys. They might be busy with stuff.” You said, knowing they were most likely in this town because of some creature.
“Were not busy right now,” Dean spoke quickly, “And besides, it’ll be good for us to catch up."
Seeing how happy they looked made you agree and sent a smile to both of the Winchester brothers before you both got into your cars and drove to your sister’s house. Oh, you wondered what her and Ethan’s reaction would be when they saw Dean. It wasn’t gonna be good, you just knew it.
"What the hell is he doing here?!” Vanessa asked angrily, seeing Dean get out of that Chevy Impala with her hands on her hips, glaring at him hard.
That was the type of reaction you were expecting to come from her and Ethan looked angry too, except he was much better at hiding it than his wife.
“Babe, remember not to curse in front of the children.” He stated, holding out his arms for his daughter who ran into them gracefully. He turned to face Dean now, “What are you doing here, Dean? Y/N might forgive you, but I still want to kill you for what you did to my bro!"
"Relax for a second guys,” You finally stepped in, seeing how Dean wouldn’t say anything because he obviously still felt guilty and Sam didn’t even know what to say, “They have a case to solve, so they’re gonna come back to my house and we’ll talk there."
Vanessa raised a brow, "Are you sure about that?"
"I’m sure. You both don’t need to be so protective of me all the time, you know? I’m a grown man, after all."
"I’m your older sister, Y/N. It’s my job to be protective over my little brother."
"And I’m your brother-in-law, so I have to be protective over you as well.” Ethan chimed in.
You let out a small sigh, both loving and hating how protective they both are all the time, “I’ll be okay,” You reassured, and apologized to the twins since you guys couldn’t stay.
Finn and Quinn pouted at the fact that you and your friends were leaving, but you were honestly grateful that Dean and Sam wouldn’t be around them.
No offense, but demons are always after them and you didn’t want any of them coming after your nephew and niece. Danger follows them like a dog with a bone.
You hoped into your car, but not before seeing Vanessa shoot Dean another glare and giving Sam a bright smile.
Sometimes, you think that she’s bipolar.
You made it back to your place and asked Dean and Sam what they were doing in this town since you knew that was the reason they were here.
Sam explained to you about the killings that have been happening here, which you were unaware of. Dean only stared at you, not saying a word and letting Sam do all of the talking.
You took all of this information in and knew they would need more than a day to figure out who’s behind all of these killings, so you offered them the two unoccupied rooms upstairs that no one uses.
It’s times like these that you were glad that you set both of those rooms up nicely with huge beds and made it look nice.
Mostly did it in case your dad or sister wanted to stay over. Or Ethan. Or when Finn and Quinn wanted to stay over. Or if you had kids one day, which you most likely won’t.
Normally, your mom would have been one of the people who would stay here, but you haven’t talked to her in years. Besides, she’s married to some guy and has two stepkids anyway.
Immediately, Sam accepted that offer. It would be so much better than sleeping on those dingy motel beds and those dirty, smelly motel rooms where the AC would rattle sometimes. He much preferred this over a motel room.
Hopefully, you both can get back to the relationship you had with each other.
“Do you think that we can talk, Y/N?” Dean asked you, finally getting the courage to talk to you.
You nodded, “Yeah. We can talk outside. And Sam,” He looked up at you questionably, “There’s a bunch of lore books as well as regular books in the library. You can check them out if you want.” You offered and Sam smiled.
“I’ll be sure to check it out. Thanks, Y/N.”
You walked outside with Dean and both sat on the porch swing, staring off into the distance in a comfortable silence.
The sun had yet to disappear behind the horizon and was still shining down like a golden globe in the sky with a mix of a-dazzle with a splendor fiery ball in the sky.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N.”
Dean decided to break the comfortable silence and you knew that an apology would be the next thing to come out of his mouth.
You were surprised because Dean usually didn’t apologize or talk about feelings, not being the one to have the chick flick moments.
“I already know how sorry you are. You don’t need to apologize. I forgave you as soon as you apologized five years ago."
"But I do need to apologize to you now."
"And why’s that?” You questioned.
Dean looked down at his lap, “Because I’m still in love with you.” He told you.
"And not a day that’s gone by where I didn’t think about you. If I could take it back, do it all over again, I would and-” Dean paused, thinking of what to say next, “And I want to know if there’s a chance that you could come back to me."
You looked over at Dean and his green eyes flickered up to your E/C eyes, patiently waiting for an answer and also fearing that you would give him an answer that he didn’t want to hear.
"In all honesty, I’m not sure,” You said, which caused Dean eyes to flicker down to his lap, expecting that answer, but wishing that it was a different one, “But,” That caused Dean to look back up at you, “What do you say we start off as friends and see where this takes us."
Dean nodded. He could do this with you.
He stood up from the swing and looked down at you, "Well, after this hunt is complete, what do you say about us going out to dinner? As friends.” He offered and you smiled up at the green-eyed hunter.
“I’d say that I would love to go out with you to dinner after the hunt. As friends.”
A/N: Got a request for Yandere Tom Holland, so this is for you!
Being an actor…
Was something you loved very much.
You’ve loved acting ever since you were a kid when you had a small role in a horror movie since you always loved them.
Having audition jitters and bringing an amazing character to life makes you love acting more. What pulls you into acting is that it is a way to explore life and human emotion. You love observing behavior and using it in characters.
And you know what else you loved?
Sleep. Laying in your bed underneath the huge, warm covers as you dream. Sleep, which your best friend, Barry is currently depriving you of now.
“C'mon man. It’s time to get up now.” He announced, throwing the covers off your body as you glared at him, pulling them back and snuggling into your pillow.
“Just give me 5 more minutes please."
"That’s what you said 15 minutes ago."
You groaned softly, before throwing the covers off your body, standing up and stretching your arms, "Happy now?"
"As a matter of fact, yes I am now."
"Is there a reason I let you live with me?”
Barry smirked, “Because I’m your best friend and you love me.” He responded.
You let out a small huff, walking over to your closet and taking an outfit out, and walked into the bathroom to get ready as Barry rolled his eyes at how dramatic you were. He walked out of your room to make some breakfast for you two.
Unfortunately for you, he was your best friend and you did love him. He’s been your best friend since the 9th grade and was still your best friend as an adult.
After graduating high school, you both had decided to live together, even before 12th grade and that’s what you did. He was doing modeling and was great at it.
Besides, you had a huge acting scene to shoot today and didn’t want to miss this one.
Tom walked onto the set of Spiderman, feeling nervous as his hands started to sweat in his palms.
It was finally the day. The kissing scene between you and Tom’s characters and to say that he was nervous would be an understatement.
Now, this wasn’t the first time Tom has kissed someone for a movie. Every actor would have to go through a kiss scene sooner or later.
But, you made him nervous for some reason. He didn’t know what it was.
The British actor also felt excitement for reasons he couldn’t understand, but to him, he was excited to work on scenes with you.
Tom saw you standing on the other side with Zendaya and Jacob, laughing at some joke that you most likely told them.
Something about the way you laugh is music to Tom’s ears. And something in the back of his mind whispered that he wanted to hear that laugh forever as well as seeing that beautiful smile grace upon your features.
The young British actor watched as you rolled your eyes at something Zendaya said, before looking around the room and locking eyes with him.
“Zendaya! Jacob! C'mon it’s time to shoot one of your scenes now!” The Director called out.
Jacob and Zendaya followed the director to go shoot their scene, greeting Tom on the way there, and he did the same in return, walking over to you.
“Hello mate.” He greeted you politely, his British accent coming out so smoothly.
“Hey, Tom!” You replied enthusiastically, “Are you ready for the big scene today?"
"Yeah! And I have to say that I’m quite nervous about it, but also super excited."
"No need to be nervous when it’s me! We’ll just be giving the fans what they have been asking for since Spiderman first aired.” You said, rubbing your shoulder and Tom frowned.
“What’s wrong with your shoulder?” Tom asked, concern rising in his chest. He had a sudden urge to make sure that you were okay above everything else.
“Oh, nothing too major. After work, I went to the gym yesterday and guess lifting weights was too much for me."
"You need to be more careful, mate.” Tom voiced his thoughts, as he placed a comforting hand on your hurt shoulder, “I don’t want anything bad to happen to you."
"Aw, didn’t realize how much you cared for me, Tommy bear.” You smiled softly at him and Tom blushed, red tint dusting over his cheeks at the nickname you gave him.
It was common for you to call him that name. You gave him that nickname along with Zendaya, and many of your other friends and coworkers. It meant that you loved them.
“Of course I care about you, idiot."
"Since you care about this idiot, how about you massage my shoulders?" You asked, "And not to sound gay or anything, but your pretty good with your hands.” You added in nonchalantly.
Tom’s face turned even redder. You thought that he was good with his hands?
But that is probably because he used to give you massages all the time, and still does. He also scratches your hair since you loved it. Like a dog.
That’s most likely the reason, despite you being an openly gay man, and him being bisexual, though he really wanted to give you a massage. To put his hands on-
“Let’s get a move on Y/N and Tom!” A deep, gravelly voice yelled, “I need this take between you both 3 minutes ago."
Immediately, a commotion starts happening between everyone on this part of the set at hearing the director’s call.
"Guess work calls now,” You said and turned to face Tom, “You’ll give me my massage later. And make sure your lips are soft. Can’t have Robin kissing Peter with chapped lips.” You winked at him, before walking off to change clothes.
Tom had to physically restrain himself from looking at your ass as you walked away. He didn’t know what was wrong with him. Did he like you like that?
Unfortunately, he didn’t have time to ponder because he was ushered away to change into Peter’s clothes.
After both of you changed clothes, made sure your breath smelled good, and met with the stylist who beautified you guys, you both were standing inside Peter’s bedroom.
“You ready for this, man?” You asked Tom and watched as he nodded his head.
“Yeah! Can’t wait to kiss my gay best friend.” He replied, smiling lazily at you as you grinned in return.
“Not surprised. Everyone does."
Tom blinked. Everyone does? Everybody wants to kiss you? For some unknown, he didn’t like the fact that other people wanted to kiss you.
Before he could think anymore, it was time to start filming, so he would have to ask you about that later.
You both are walked through what they want you guys to do in this scene one last time since this kissing scene is a big scene. Real soon, everyone is in position and ready to start filming.
The 2nd assistant cameraman calls out "Marker” and gets into position with the clapperboard. The 2nd AC scurries off after that as you and Tom get into position to be Peter and Robin.
Peter looked up from his desk when he heard the door to his room open and his eyes widened considerably at seeing who was standing in his sight, "R-Robin? W-What are you doing h-here?” He stuttered out nervously.
“I think I should be the one asking the questions around here,” You spoke, voice low with a hint of annoyance and concern. Peter shivered and gulped at how low your voice became, “Why have you been avoiding me for a week?”
Peter looks away from you, “I haven’t been avoiding you…"
"Really? Because you don’t answer my texts anymore, avoid me when I’m at school and outside of school, picked a new partner for chemistry class, and stopped sitting with me at lunch,” You listed all the things that have been happening this past week, “What is going on with you?"
Peter stayed silent and you scoffed, "So, you’re not going to tell me?"
"It’s really not important, Robin."
"Not important? Were supposed to be friends. Best friends and you’re not gonna tell me what’s going on?"
"I’m sorry, but I can’t tell you!"
You scoffed, "Fine. Then I’m done here. I’m not going to be friends with someone who completely shuts me out for no reason, but is totally fine with Ned and MJ."
You put your hand on the doorknob, going to turn the handle, "I love you!” Peter shouted from behind, and you paused, turning around to face him.
Peter walked closer to you, so he was standing only inches away from you, "I love you, Robin. I… I love you as more than a friend. I’ve been avoiding you because I couldn’t cope with the fact that I liked you as more than a friend. And I really don’t want to lose you as a friend, or mess up our relationship as friends cause you mean so much to me and…” He gulped, feeling like he lost the one person he couldn’t live without.
You cupped his face and ran your thumb over his Jaw with one hand, and caressed his face with the other as his eyes widened in shock.
“You didn’t ruin our relationship,” You muttered softly, “In fact, I think you improved it. I’m gonna kiss you right now, okay?"
Peter didn’t even have a chance to nod his head when he felt your lips upon his.
He gasped slightly in surprise, but soon relaxed and kissed you back. Your smooth, soft lips upon his are showing the directors exactly what they wanted. A powerful, amazing kiss, and Tom was sure that he slipped out of his role of Peter, and back into Tom.
You pushed him up against the wall, and the hands that once resided on Peter’s face were not under his chest, running your hands over his smooth, firm abs.
He grabbed your belt buckle and pulled you closer, putting his other hand on your face as you deepened the kiss, dominating his mouth completely.
The smell of your amazing cologne entered his nostrils and Tom’s senses completely went to overload, unable to think or do anything other than kiss you.
"Oh Y/N.” He moaned out softly and bit on your lower lip slightly as you ran your fingers through his soft, dark brown hair.
You broke the kiss, much to Tom’s dismay, and smiled at him, looking quite impressed, "Great job, Tom! That kissing scene was amazing and so believable. You made me think that you were actually in love with me."
Tom didn’t respond as some of the crew members and a few cast members who had decided to watch the scene congratulated you both. Tom looked down at his pants and saw the huge bulge down there. Oh wow.
He couldn’t believe it and he had gotten hard because of you as he realized something major because of this kiss.
One kiss was all it took for Tom to realize that he had intense feelings for you. And it made sense now.
All those times where he would stare at you when you weren’t looking, just to take little peaks at you. The times where he would glare at anyone who flirted with you without really knowing the reason for that. And him always wanting to be close to you, never really wanting others to be near you.
He wanted you. He needed you.
Tom walked back to his trailer as he ignored some of the people coming up to him, way too caught up in thinking about you. Your contagious laugh, the beautiful smile upon your face that could end wars, and those soft lips of yours that were once upon his, wishing that he could feel them again.
Tom changed out of his character’s clothes and back into his regular ones when he heard a knock come from the outside of his trailer door.
He opens the door and his breathing hitched slightly at seeing you standing before him in all your glory with your lips curled up into that loving smile that Tom loved so much.
"Hey, Tommy Bear.” You greeted, walking into his trailer and sitting on his bed, as he closed the door.
“Hey Y/N, what’s up?” Tom responded, trying to keep his voice steady since he was talking to the man who he just discovered he had intense feelings for.
You gave a small shrug, the smile never leaving your lips, “Well, since we don’t have a scene to shoot right now, how about we watch Netflix and scroll through social media?” You offered.
“Let’s do it.” He said quickly, a tad desperate, though he hoped that he didn’t sound too eager and desperate.
You both sat next to each other on the bed and you took a hold of the remote, turning on the TV and putting something on Netflix. A movie that didn’t have you both in it.
Pulling out your phones, you both scrolled through Instagram and Twitter.
Well, you were scrolling. Tom, on the other hand, had gotten on Twitter, but his focus was on you. Solely on you, taking in every detail of your appearance from your E/C to your smooth S/C skin to your perfect body.
You were perfect. Intoxicating. Addictive like a powerful drug that has overloaded someone’s system. Sweet, yet extremely addictive.
You must’ve noticed Tom staring at you because you paused, those fingers of yours that were once typing ceased it’s flow as you snapped your head up, looking over to your left to look at him, “What?” You questioned, a smile present and Tom wondered how someone could be so happy all the time, but seeing you happy made him happy instantly, and shook his head.
“Nothing, you’re just really handsome.” Tom blurted out before he even knew what he had said, and he wondered what your reaction would be. You chuckled.
“Of course I am. I’m not Y/N L/N for nothing,” You laughed and Tom laughed along with you, “Hey, you should come to this party tomorrow that my friend is throwing to celebrate three years of him being a professional model."
"I’ll come to the party and who’s your friend that’s having this party?"
"Oh, Barry Jones."
Tom’s face instantly darkened at the mention of that model’s name. The Barry Jones who the public kept saying was in a relationship with you. Who fangirls and fanboys kept shipping together. He always hated that stupid, handsome model and now he knew the reason for that. He was too close to you.
"Oh yeah, I’ve heard of him. Aren’t you two really close or something?"
"Yeah! We’ve been friends since high school and he’s my cuddle buddy, too."
Tom paused, "Cuddle buddy?” He said slowly, making sure he heard right.
You nodded, not seeing anything wrong with what you just said, “Yeah. We cuddle all the time and sometimes sleep in the same room together.” You said nonchalantly.
You both cuddle together?!
No, Tom couldn’t allow you both to cuddle together any longer. If you both cuddle together, that means you guys could end up developing feelings for each other and become a thing that is just what the public wants.
He knew what he had to do. He had to take you for himself. No questions asked. These feelings he had for you were intense. Maybe too intense.
Music blared throughout the club as people danced on the dance floor with one another at this bar that was rented specifically for Barry and his model friend’s party.
Some people were standing to the side, talking and laughing with each other as others sat at the bar, getting completely hammered and others just enjoying their spot at the bar.
You have been sitting at this bar for a little over an hour now and decided on only having one drink since Barry would probably be getting drunk and you were the designated driver tonight.
“You alright there, mate."
The sound of the young British actor’s voice called to turn your head to the side to see that the stool that was once unoccupied was now occupied.
"I’m alright!” You yelled over the loud music, leaning a bit closer, so he could hear you, “One of the flaws with being the designated driver is that I can’t get drunk tonight."
"Just because your Barry’s driver doesn’t mean we can’t have fun. C'mon, this is a party, and were supposed to party!"
"You seemed to be having fun already.” You teased, “You looked quite sexy out there on the dance floor.” You playfully winked at him.
He blushed, “Oh, shut up. C'mon, let’s have some fun.” He took a hold of your arm and dragged you over to where his friend Harrison was with a girl. Hugs and waves were exchanged with other people who came up to you guys as you moved through the sea of people.
Greetings were exchanged between you and Harrison since this was the first time you got to meet him.
Different girls came up to Tom asking him for a dance but he politely declined as your drunk best friend made his way over to you.
“N/N BEARRRR!” Barry screamed, voice slurred as he wrapped his arms around you, “D-Dance with me pleaseeee! I want my gay best friend to dance with me!"
"I’m a busy boy right now. Go and have fun out there, care bear."
"But I want my best friend pleaseeee?” He pouted, poking you in your chest.
You let out a small sigh, smiling at your best friend, “Okay, but only for you. I’ll be right back Tom.” You told him as your friend’s eyes lit up in happiness and dragged you onto the dance floor, not seeing angry brown eyes watching you.
You two danced on the dance floor for a while. Barry was no expert at dancing and his moves were not the greatest, but it was pretty fun to watch.
Overall, you had a fun time.
You took the drink that Tom ordered for you, before walking out of the bar.
The sweet, cool breeze that hit your face when you got outside was absolutely amazing as you sipped on your drink.
All of a sudden, you felt tired. Really tired, but you weren’t tired a second ago.
You decided to walk back inside, but stumbled as the drink fell out of your hand, “What the hell?” Was the last thing you said before passing out.
When you awoke, you let out a small groan, feeling someone’s head on your chest, and saw how both of your hands were tied to a comfortable bed.
“You’re awake, my love!” Tom’s voice cut through your short mental dilemma that you were having and he sat up, staring into your eyes lovingly while you looked at him in confusion.
“What’s going on, Tom?” You asked, tugging at the handcuffs, “Where are we? And why am I tied to a bed?"
"I’m sorry to bring you here, but I couldn’t have you stay at that party with Barry, so I brought you here to be with me.” He explained, hugging you tighter.
“Barry? What does Barry have to do with anything and that still doesn’t explain to me what I’m doing here."
"He obviously has feelings for you!” He insisted, “He likes you as more than a friend, but I love you. I love you so much, Y/N.” He said softer and quieter this time, hoping that you would see his love for you.
“Barry doesn’t have feelings for me. Trust me, I know,” You responded, “We tried before, but only liked each other as friends and besides I like you, idiot."
Tom’s eyes widened in surprise and happiness at hearing what you just said, "Y-You do?” Tom asked, trying not to sound like an excited puppy, but failing.
You rolled your eyes and let out a sigh at his obliviousness.
“Of course I do. I don’t tease you all the time, tell you how much you give off bottom energy, or how hot you are to not like you and your British charm."
Tom cursed himself for being so oblivious but was extremely happy. You actually liked him back!
He smiled at you and planted kisses all over your face as you laughed, crinkling your nose up slightly. He was such an excited puppy and couldn’t help himself.
He kissed you and smiled into it when you kissed him back. Your lips tasted just as good as they did during that scene. He owns these soft pair of lips. These lips were his, and only his.
Somehow, Tom felt both of your hands wrap around his neck and pulled back, looking at you in confusion, "How did you get out of those cuffs?"
"My dad is a cop, Tom. I learned how to get out of any handcuffs when I was 9."
Tom blushed from embarrassment at the fact that you could have escaped but didn’t. That meant you truly did love him. He kissed you on the lips again, loving the way it felt upon his.
"Do you want to be my boyfriend, Y/N?"
"Yes, I’ll love to be your boyfriend."
This was a huge victory for Tom because you were now his and he would make sure to treat you like a king. Of course, he couldn’t let you leave the house as much, but you will learn in good time.
No one will ever take you away from him, not even Barry.
He loved you so much and it took one kiss to make him realize that.
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