Holding Out For A Hero

holding out for a hero

Request by anon: Hi. Congrats! If requests are still open would you be willing to do “I am hanging on for dear life and you want to discuss this now?!" or “I threw myself out a window for you! What more do you want from me?" with Kaz? I would like romantically if possible but would also be okay with platonic. If they aren’t open anymore I apologize. If you don’t want to do it either I totally understand. Also I love your writing!

Summary: three times Y/N saved Kaz's life and one time he saved hers

Bullets were raining down around them - bouncing off the walls and splintering the wood of the crates that Kaz and Y/N were hiding behind. Despite their situation, Y/N was still trying to give Kaz some space, not wanting him to feel like he was pinned into a corner and couldn't escape.

If they were searching for someone to blame, it would certainly lie with Jesper. Who was currently hiding behind the crate opposite them, a stupid grin plastered on his face as he popped up, fired his revolver twice and then ducked back down.

"This is excellent!" Jesper exclaimed, laughing loudly.

"How is this excellent?!" Y/N yelled, pressing herself up against the crate and flinching as bullets splintered the wood above her head.

"The adrenaline rush, the thrill of -"

"Imminent death?"

"No! The thrill of a gunfight, Y/N!" Jesper replied, raising his voice over the bullets as he reloaded his revolver. He paused and inhaled deeply. "Ah, the smell of gunpowder in the early morning air."

Y/N gave Jesper a disbelieving gaze as he paused to snif the air, a blissfully happy expression on his face.

"Can I shoot him?" Y/N asked, turning to face Kaz. "Please, let me shoot him."

Kaz rolled his eyes. He was tensed up having been pushed into a corner and was trying to make himself as small as possible. He was glad it was Y/N with him - she'd been trying to give him as much space as possible whilst they were trapped behind the crates.

The gunfire from the other end of the street had died down to silence - the smoke from the numerous guns hanging heavy in the air. Kaz, desperate to be in his own space, stood up, wincing as his legs protested.

"Come on, before they come back," Kaz called, grabbing his cane and limping out from behind the crates.

"Kaz, wait!"

Kaz was forcefully yanked backwards and felt himself falling to the ground. Not even a second later, a bomb exploded where he had been standing. He squeezed his eyes shut, blinded and stunned by the explosion. Someone was firing again and chaos resumed once more.

Kaz opened his eyes and realised he was face-to-face with Y/N. He was lying on top of her, both of them sprawled on the cobbles. Y/N had her eyes shut, looking peaceful despite the chaos.

He rolled off her, grunting in pain as his leg hit the cobbles. The waters were rising and were getting higher and higher around him, almost engulfing his neck. But he kept swimming, forcing himself to keep his head above water.

"Y/N," Kaz said, his gloved hand shaking as he touched her shoulder. "Y/N!" He shook her harder, panic beginning to drown him along with the water.

Y/N inhaled and slowly opened her eyes, clearly disorientated and confused as to why she was on the ground. She licked her lips and inhaled again, regaining her grip on reality.

"You're welcome," Y/N groaned, pushing herself up onto her elbows. "Next time, look where you're going."

Kaz tried not to obviously gape in surprise at her nonchalantl approach at almost dying. He nodded at her and readjusted his jacket, dusting some dust off it. A bullet hit the wall next to them and Y/N ducked, shuffling back to sit against the crates.

And just like that, the moment between them was over.

"We're cornered."

"Yes, I noticed."

"Was that part of the plan?"

"What do you think, Y/N?"

That was a no, then.

Y/N sighed, glancing back down at the revolver in her hands. There were three bullets left inside it and at least ten guards making their way up the stairs and trying to break down the door.

The chair rattled against the handles of the door, the broom Kaz had shoved between the handles bending in the middle. They didn't have long.

"So, what's our plan, Kaz?" Y/N asked, twirling her revolver around her finger. "Because I only have three bullets left and there are more than three guards."

Kaz kept quiet. He was clenching his jaw tightly and Y/N only had to look at him once to know he had no plan.

She paused. "So, no plan?" Y/N sighed heavily, quickly coming to accept their imminent death. "Well, at least we're going to go down fighting, eh?"

Kaz still hadn't spoken. His hand was gripping his cane tightly and his eyes were looking at the ground. He hadn't meant to get them cornered - to be honest, he hadn't even meant to be in the building but, alas.

The door rattled in its hinges and the chair fell away from the door, clattering onto the ground on its side. The broom was the only thing keeping it shut but Y/N could see a crack forming in the wood and knew there wasn't much time left.

"Kaz," Y/N said, turning to look at him. "There's two of us and ten of them. I have three bullets which means I can take three of them out. You can take at least two out with your cane of death which leaves five. Split that between us and that's two each and then one for both of us."

Kaz gave her a surprised look, his eyebrows raised. "How long did it take you to come up with that plan?"

"Five seconds."

His surprised look merged to an impressed one. "When the student becomes the master."

"I can't do that if we're dead," Y/N shot back. She glanced at the door. "So, we doing this or not?"

Kaz pushed himself off the wall and stood next to Y/N, holding his cane from the bottom. "We're going down fighting."

"Guns drawn and blood on our faces," Y/N finished, smiling. She twirled her revolver around her finger again, finding the movement reassuring and calming.

The broom snapped into two pieces and the door swung open, bouncing off the wall and swinging back from the force. Y/N instantly fired her revolver and the bullet landed in the forehead of the first guard to run into the room, killing him instantly.

When she'd first moved to Ketterdam and joined the Dregs, killing people affected her more. She took every death personally and each one hit her hard. But now, it was a matter of survival. If she didn't kill she would be killed. It made the decision to take a life a bit easier.

Y/N fired her revolver again, taking down another guard via a bullet to the thigh. She ducked as another charged at her, swinging a fist at her head. Y/N kicked him in the stomach, knocking him to the floor. He lifted his head up and Y/N whacked him across the temple with her revolver.

Three down. One bullet left.

Kaz was attacking the other five guards with his cane having taken down two with well-placed hits. He was struggling against the three who had ganged up on him - one had gotten behind him and grabbed Kaz's arms, pinning them behind his back.

Y/N narrowed her eyes and fired her last bullet. It went through the man in front of Kaz who was about to hit him with his gun and landed in the guard who was holding Kaz's arms back.

Kaz fell forward as he was suddenly freed. Y/N threw her revolver to the ground - the weapon now useless. The biggest of the guards had Kaz in his eyesight but Kaz was oblivious as he tied to fight off another guard.

Y/N kicked the guard she was in the midst of fighting and as he stumbled back, she grabbed a book off a nearby table. In one move she whacked the heavy, old volume around the man's head, knocking him out instantly.

She turned and saw the biggest guard advancing on an oblivious Kaz with his revolver drawn. Y/N didn't think - she ran at the guard and tackled him around the waist. She didn't realise how close they were to the window and the next thing she knew, the glass smashed and she and the guard were falling out the window.

Y/N landed on the canopy that was hanging above the front door, glass and broken window frame falling around her. The fabric held her weight despite the sudden impact. Y/N shielded her eyes with her arms as shards of glass sprinkled around her, slicing the few bits of bare skin that she had on show.

The guard she'd tackled hadn't been so lucky. He'd missed the canopy entirely and had ended up impaled on the fence below.

Y/N groaned, winded by her sudden fall. She brushed a broken piece of the window frame off her stomach and winced as she felt some glass digging into her back. She reached around for it and threw it to the side.

"Y/N!"

Y/N looked up and saw Kaz half leaning out of the broken window she'd fallen through.

"No, no, don't worry about me, I'm fine," she grunted, pushing herself up onto her elbows.

"I had it covered, you didn't need to do that!" Kaz called, an unreadable expression on his face. If Y/N had been closer to him, she would have seen the fear and concern that was so clearly written on his face.

"Kaz, I threw myself out a window for you! A little gratitude would be nice," Y/N yelled, throwing a piece of wood up at the window.

Kaz's shoulders slumped. "Thank you, Y/N. Now, can you roll off your canopy or do I need to come and shove you over like a beetle?"

"No, I'm more then capable," Y/N grunted, rolling over onto her front and then pushing herself up to her knees.

Kaz watched her clamber off the canopy before ducking back inside the room. He clenched his fist tightly, the leather of his gloves creaking. Kaz then unclenched them and cracked his knuckles - something he did to release the tension in his body.

He glanced out the window again and reassured himself that Y/N was alive and not dead, impaled on a fence like the other guard. Kaz had, for a moment, feared she was dead - the fall having broken her neck or spine, killing her instantly.

But Y/N was fine. Well. As fine as someone who fell through a window could be.

Kaz picked up his cane again and limped out the room, aiming one last hit with his cane at a guard just for good measure.

In the Barrel, an injury - no matter how severe - could mean death. Getting an infection was easy and Kaz had seen some of the strongest men get sliced by a knife and a week later ended up on the Reaper's Barge.

Kaz always kept an eye on his Crows when they were on jobs. He'd never admit it openly but he wouldn't know what to do with himself if one of them died from an injury that could have easily been healed.

He still struggled to wrap his head around the fact that Jesper and Inej had both gotten injured saving him. Kaz didn't think he deserved saving but, alas, here he was. Unfortunately still alive.

Y/N, however, though Kaz did deserve saving. She couldn't imagine life without him (annoyingly).

So when a gun was pointed at the back of Kaz's head, Y/N didn't hesitate to tackle the gun out of the man's hand.

It went off as Y/N grabbed the gun and Jesper, Kaz and Inej all spun around to see what the source was. As the man fell backwards, Y/N lost her balance and fell down with him, landing on top of the man.

The gunshot kept echoing off the walls as the three of them stared at Y/N, waiting for her to move. Kaz took a hesitant step forward, unsure of what to do. Luckily for him, Jesper snapped into action. He ran forward and knelt down beside Y/N, gently rolling her off the top of the man.

The man was dead, a knife sticking out of his chest. The gun had fallen to the side but smoke was still wafting up off it. Jesper glanced back down at Y/N.

"Y/N, hey," Jesper said, gently slapping her face. "Hey, you alright?"

Y/N groaned, lifting her head up. She let out a yelp of pain and her hand flew to her left shoulder. Her fingers came away wet and stained red and Y/N's breath quickened, panic settling.

"Ok, you're alright," Jesper reassured, shifting closer to her. He put a hand over the wound in her shoulder, putting pressure on it as the blood seeped through Y/N's shirt.

"Where's Kaz?" Y/N asked, panic evident in her voice. "Is he alright?"

"He's fine, Y/N," Inej said, suddenly appearing on Y/N's right side. "Y/N, he's fine."

Kaz moved closer to Y/N, standing just within her view. Y/N spotted his dark figure and instantly her panic faded. Kaz was still alive, a hand on his cane, his hat pulled down over his face. She could just make out his expression behind the shadow the hat cast across his face and noted that, despite the fact he looked emotionless, there was turmoil behind his eyes.

"Kaz will buy you a drink later to say thank you for saving his life," Jesper said, switching places with Inej. "And I will buy you three for not dying."

Y/N laughed and winced as she aggravated her shoulder. "Jes, if I'd known getting shot would mean you buying me drinks, I would have done it sooner."

Kaz looked at Y/N. The initial panic at seeing Y/N lying there had vanished and now he was overwhelmed with the feeling of relief that she was relatively in one piece.

He lowered his head as he felt a smile pull at his lips, not wanting anyone to see his smile of relief.

"Roofs... I hate them."

Kaz snorted. "May I ask why, darling Y/N?"

Y/N resisted the urge to shove Kaz off the roof they were walking across. "Oh, I can think of dozens of reasons why. Starting with, I could fall to my death, and ending with, I am not Inej, and then, perhaps, circling back to, I could fall to my death!"

Kaz rolled his eyes. "You won't fall to your death."

"Wow, so full of confidence, Kaz," Y/N drawled, hopping over a loose tile on the top of the roof. "Why are we on the roof anyway?"

"Because we need to be subtle."

"Then why did we bring Jesper?"

"I said that we needed to be subtle. Jesper can be as unsubtle as he likes," Kaz replied.

A loud bang came from somewhere down below. This was followed by several shouts of alarm and then a loud gunshot.

"Ah, yes, unsubtle is a Jesper talent," Y/N said, nodding thoughtfully. "Just like shooting things with style."

Kaz slowly turned to look at Y/N over his shoulder, giving her a dark glare.

"Kaz, you should update your resume with 'can pull scary, brooding glare."

"Oh, shut up."

The two of them continued their precarious walk along the roof. Y/N was beginning to get vertigo from constantly looking down and had to pause every few steps to look up and around, regaining her sense of balance.

At the end of the roof was an open skylight. A small staircase had been built onto the wall below the skylight and led inside the building. Y/N assumed that this was what Kaz meant by 'being subtle'.

Kaz climbed down first, wincing as he put all his weight on his bad leg. Y/N followed down after Kaz, taking her time so that she didn't slip and fall.

"Where now?" Y/N asked softly, jumping down the last step and dusting her hands on her blouse.

The room they were in was almost pitch black. Y/N looked around and found a lantern on a nearby shelf with a packet of matches next to it. She struck one and carefully lit the candle in the lantern, wafting the match out as the flame took hold of the candle wick.

As the flame grew in size, they could make out a door on the other side of the room - a room that was clearly in the middle of a renovation.

"That door should lead out into the main house," Kaz said, nodding at the giant oak door. "If the blueprints I found are correct."

"And if they're not?" Kaz didn't say a word and Y/N turned to face him. "And if they're not?" She asked again, trying to disguise the slight panic in her voice.

Kaz shrugged a shoulder. "Then they're not."

Y/N stared at the wall in front of her and took a deep breath in, trying to convince herself to not murder him. She walked up to the heavy door and pulled it open, the hinges groaning in protest. The lantern did little to push away the darkness as they stepped out onto the landing.

The house was clear midway through a huge renovation. The furniture, paintings and statues were all covered in sheets to protect them from the dust. A few statues and chaise lounges hadn't been covered and Y/N could just make out the expensive-looking fabric in shades of blue and gold.

"Kaz, whose house is this?"

"Does it matter?"

"Well, not many houses in Ketterdam have Novyi Zem imported fabric on their chaise lounges," Y/N whispered. "Which member of the Merchant Council owns this house?"

"One of the older ones," Kaz replied, lifting the corner of a sheet off a vase and staring it at as if he was window shopping.

"Kaz."

"Van Eck."

"Van Eck?!"

Kaz turned to look at her. "Why do you sound so surprised? You know we've been spying on Van Eck for months."

"No, I knew that you'd been interrogating Wylan about his father for months," Y/N retorted. "Kaz, why are we here? Where is Wylan, anyway?"

"Causing chaos out on the street with Jesper," Kaz replied, moving on from the vase. "I asked for his permission."

Y/N stopped. "You asked Wylan for permission to steal from his father? Who are you and what have you done with Kaz?"

Kaz scoffed. He turned his head to look at Y/N. "Y/N, darling, I'm not a monster." Kaz paused. "Besides, it's not as if Wylan is going to object to it." He nodded to another giant oak door, this one painted white. "This way."

Y/N, still carrying the lantern, walked up to the door. "I'm surprised you didn't ask Wylan to come instead of me," Y/N said, looking at Kaz over her shoulder as she pushed open the door. "I would've thought he would be more valuable -"

Y/N cut herself off as she walked forward and realised that the floor suddenly disappeared. Where a bannister should be was just a sheer drop to the ground floor. Y/N dropped the lantern as she tried to catch herself, arms flailing, and for a moment, Y/N felt herself begin to fall forward.

Kaz snatched the back of her jacket and yanked her back into him. Y/N fell back into Kaz, her back hitting his chest with a forceful thud. Kaz's hand was on her waist, the other on her arm, and the two of them stood there, staring down at the drop with wide eyes. The lantern had fallen down to the ground floor and flickered feebly.

Y/N's breath was coming in short, rapid bursts as she stared at the floor in shock, barely realising that she'd put her hand over Kaz's gloved hand - the one that was still on her waist. She swallowed and took a deep breath in, slowly exhaling as she calmed herself down.

"Thanks," she said softly, turning her head to look at Kaz. She seemed to realise how close they both were and gave Kaz's hand one, quick reassuring squeeze before stepping away from him.

"I couldn't have my most valuable investment turning into raspberry jam," Kaz said, his voice ever so slightly rougher than usual. He cleared his throat and rolled his shoulders. "Come on, stairs are this way - unless you want to test gravity again."

Kaz limped off to the stairs that wound down to the ground floor, his figure disappearing into the shadows. Y/N smiled to herself as soon as Kaz had turned his back on her. He'd saved her life.

"Y/N! Come on!" Kaz yelled, his voice echoing in the vast room. "Stop flirting with gravity!"

Y/N's smile only grew.

Help me find this Fic

I’m going crazy! I read this fic a while ago, it was an Alfie x Tommy x reader and reader and Tommy were in a relationship beforehand and then Alfie sort of entered himself into it as he does. It was the sequel to the first fic and Tommy took reader to a dinner with the Russians and they get split up and she ends up in a sort of sex room and Alfie shows up and stays with her. When tommy goes to get her she’s still with Alfie and then the three of them go back to Tommy and hers place where she wrecks everything and then they have sex. Pls help me find it idk if it got deleted or taken down or if I’m just stupid but pls.

Peter:

Okay so we all know he likes to play games

He would never simply say that he likes you, being straightforward has never been how he does things

So he starts flirting by playfully teasing you

Peter never ever gets deterred when you don’t flirt back (you don’t actually reject him after all)

He never calls you by your real name, only by a nickname that he’s made up

If it seems that any of the Lost Boys are even slightly upsetting you Peter puts an end to it by pulling their focus to something else

He doesn’t want them to upset you, but at the same time he doesn’t want anyone to know that he cares for you

He always finds an excuse to touch you

Whether that be putting his hand on your shoulder if he has to move around you or bushing his fingers against yours if you hand him something

He almost always sits next to you, close enough that your bodies are touching, even if it’s just your knees

Sometimes, when you’re talking alone, he’ll reach out and twirl loose strands of your hair between his fingers

You don’t think much of it though, because Peter Pan is constantly playing games

Not to mention its impossible for you to understand his motivations for anything

Felix tells him he needs to be more direct

So Peter starts actively trying to spend time with you

He’s constantly seeking you out to talk to you, following you around while you go about your day

Sometimes even when you’re alone, he’ll secretly check in on you to make sure you’re safe

He starts to give you gifts, little things like wood carvings or flowers he’ll pick from the side of a path you’re both walking on

But he’ll do it at complete random

You never expect it and are unsure of what exactly it means

He also begins takes you on walks around the island, just the two of you

Neverland is constantly changing so there’s always something new he wants to show you, whether it be a hidden waterfall or the night sky from one of the many peaks on the island

You will both just sit together and admire what he brought you to see, sometimes in comfortable silence and other times you will talk

By talk I mean Peter mostly just flirts with you

It’s in these moments when you think that he might have feelings for you because he never does this for anyone else

You can never be sure though, because he never says anything and you never ask

So you both just continue dancing around each other

Felix

He’s usually a typical, wild Lost Boy but turns into a soft boi™ when he’s around you

Always tries to be close to you

Does this by sitting next to you during meals or accompanying you whenever you go outside of camp

He doesn’t really talk much though, he prefers to stay quiet and let you lead the conversation while he listens

Of course, he initially doesn’t realise that he’s caught feelings for you and does all of this without thinking anything of it

But when he starts to stare down any Lost Boy that torments you, even sometimes going as far as to get up and almost start a fight with them, the Lost Boys realise that he likes you

They start to hassle him about it, teasing him about his feelings

At first, he denies it but then slowly realises that the boys are right and he has feelings for you

He’s not good with emotions and doesn’t know how to deal with this realisation, so to your disappointment, he shuts himself off from you

However, after a few days of not being around you, he realises he misses your company and starts spending time with you again

He laughs more when he’s around you, and always has a small smile on his lips when he looks at you

Despite his rough exterior, he does tend to get shy with you, especially when you two are alone

He’ll often break eye contact and look at the ground nervously when it’s just the two of you talking

He’ll go out of his way to help you with little domestic things

You need to cart more than one load of firewood? Something’s gotten caught high in a tree where you can’t reach? He’s immediately there to help

He’s afraid you wouldn’t feel the same way about him if he told you he liked you, so he tries to hide his feelings and be really aloof

But he fails miserably because he can’t stop himself from staring at you when he thinks you’re not looking

Especially when he sits next to you around the fire

He keeps glancing at you from under his hood (he can’t help it, he thinks you look beautiful in the firelight)

Sometimes you’ll look over at him before he has a chance to turn away

He gets nervous because he’s worried you’ll think he’s being strange

But you just smile

(His heart may or may not stop when you smile at him like that)

One night while sitting around a bonfire he gets the courage to put his hand on yours

Felix doesn’t dare look at you when he does this, he just stares into the fire, waiting for your reaction

(Is he blushing?)

He starts to breathe normally again when he feels you thread your fingers through his and move closer to lean on his shoulder

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4 years ago

Unrequited pt. 2

azriel (acotar) x reader

*this is part 2! Sorry for the wait guys! I really struggled with this and low-key I don’t like it but I hope y'all do! I wanna write the scenes after this but idk how im gonna make it work lol. anyway, enjoy!

word count: 3193

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What you hadn’t realized was that Azriel left a few minutes later, walking to your apartment to make sure you had gotten home safe.

All of a sudden he heard whimpers and labored breathing coming from the alley.

Nothing could have prepared him for the sight of you laying on the ground and bleeding out. He felt a tug in his chest. A click. Panic instilled in him as he gently but swiftly picked you up and flew you to Madja.

“Hang on y/n, you’re so strong” he whispered

In those moments, he feared for you. Fear that was so strong. Something he had never felt before.

He rushed into the house laying you on the bed gently before he was shoved out by the Madja so she could try to save you.

Azriel alerted the others and then collapsed into a chair, sitting in silence. A tear slipped out of his eye at the thought he may have been too late to save you.

You. His mate.

Why, of all the times did the bond have to click while you were on the brink of death. In a situation where you may not make it out alive. It wasn’t fair.

He wondered if you had known. Could that be the reason why you had been distancing yourself from him? Because you didn’t expect or want him to be your mate? But if you had known you would’ve said something, right? You wouldn’t keep it a secret? So many thoughts kept racing through his head.

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Panic Attack

Summary: Your best friends hadn't noticed your anxiety all day, but what happens when your enemies do?

Platonic!Marauders x reader, platonic!Lucius Malfoy x reader, platonic!Evan Rosier x reader, platonic!Rabastan Lestrange x reader

Implied Gryffindor!reader

Warnings: Anxiety, panic attack, angst, please let me know if I missed anything

Themes: Fluff, some angst

Disclaimer: I do not know if it is cannon that Lucius, Evan and Rabastan went to school with the marauders but I am using it in this fic. If you do not like Slytherins please do not read this fic.

Sorry it's short.

You had been on the edge of a panic attack all day. You weren't sure what happened but from the moment you woke up anxiety followed you like a dark cloud. Your friends had failed to notice but you didn't want to bother them.

You were in your last class of the day, Gryffindors and Slytherins. The inevitable panic attack was getting closer, fear rising in your chest making it hard to breathe. Your leg was bouncing under your desk and your hands were shaking and fiddling on your desk. But the friends that were surrounding you failed to notice anything was wrong.

But your laboured breathing and panicked eyes seemed to have caught the attention of a blonde haired boy and his friends. Lucius Malfoy caught your eye before nudging his friends. Evan Rosier and Rabastan Lestrange both looked over to you, sensing your panic from across the room.

This worried you more, afraid that they would call it out or bully you when the class ended. You glanced at James on your right, but like usual he was oblivious to everything around him other than Lily Evans who was in the seat in front of him. You then glanced at Remus to your left but he was too focused on taking notes and making Sirius pay attention to notice the desperate glance.You could feel the anxiety rise up your chest and wrap around your lungs and neck. Your breathing became quicker and tears threatened to fall down your face.

After what felt like an eternity, Professor Flitwick called class to an end and you grabbed your book bag and rushed out of class, not waiting for your friends or for any extra work to do over the weekend. You were so focused on breathing and not crying until you got to an empty bathroom that you didn't hear the quick footsteps behind you.

A gentle hand grabbed your arm and pulled you sideways into the Prefects bathroom. You let out a small yelp of surprise. Warm, strong arms wrapped around you and you didn't have the energy to check who it was. The panic attack finally took over you. Your whole body was shaking and tears were running down your face. Muted voices whispered sweet comforts in your ear, hands rubbing your back and arms.

Once the panic started to die down, the voices became more clear.

"Shhh, it's alright, we've got you," Evan Rosier's voice came through first.

"Just breathe, it will stop soon," Lucius Malfoy's voice next.

"Easy, you're alright," Rabastan Lestrange's last.

Realising you were being comforted and held by three Slytherins you panicked again, pushing yourself out of the warm arms that turned out to be Lucius'.

"Easy now," Rabastan said.

"Are you alright?" Lucius asked.

"What- what are you doing?" You asked, head still foggy and chest still tight.

"You had a panic attack you needed someone to help calm you down," Evan explained, voice gentle and worried.

Why would Slytherins be worried about a simple Gryffindor? Someone who was friends with the boys that pranked them endlessly?

The confusion shone out on your face and all three of them took notice.

"Just because you're a Gryffindor doesn't mean we can't help you," Lucius assured.

You only just took notice of your hands still shaking.

"Can we help?" Evan checked.

Anxiety covering any thoughts or worry you nodded. Warm arms embraced you again. The scent of cologne, pine trees and musk welcomed you as the three boys continued to whisper sweet comforts in your ear.

After you had calmed down, the boys asked if you wanted to go back to your friends, to which you shook your head, not ready to face them again just yet. So they took you to the Slytherin common room.

Despite your worry they told you everything would be fine, and to your surprise they were right. As much as you had been coaxed to think Slytherins were mean and heartless, they all welcomed you with open arms and the three boys stayed by your side the whole time. While some Slytherins were bitter a Gryffindor was in their common room, they never outright bullied you or made fun of you and a lot gave you tips for anxiety and helped you calm down with horrible jokes and bad impressions.

tidal // steve rogers 🌊

↳ summary: tony doesn’t trust his kid and steve has to play mediator, although those duties don’t come without a reward

↳ relationship: dad’s best friend!steve rogers x stark!reader

↳ request: steve defending his soft girl when she starts crying when someone yelled at her…maybe she thanks him by putting her mouth to good use @donutloverxo + what about dad’sbestfriend!steve x reader?…I need me some Steve please!! (anon)

↳ word count: 5.4k (this has no business being this long)

↳ warnings: angst, smut, dirty talk, slight degradation, some light fluff kinda

↳ author’s note: i do love a stark!reader so this was so much fun for me - enjoy my loves! x

The relationship that you have with your father is complicated. It reminds you acutely of the foamy sea that you used to tentatively wade in and simply stare at with a wide-eyed, childlike fascination when your parents took you to the Maldives or Seychelles or Ivory Coast, each summer a different place and a different tide. There’s a sense of predictability to it, a routine you have in a language that is understandable to nobody but the two of you. He pushes and you pull, coordinating your movements in a choreographed dance so as to safely row your canoe filled to the brim with trust and love through the rocky seas of life.

He’s made a mark on you that will always be a permanent imprint on your soul much like the way that water stains the surface of the sand but it’s not as if you perceive that as something negative. You attribute the best parts of yourself to your mother and father and although their DNA isn’t housed inside your body, you’re more Tony’s child than he could have ever asked for. He hears so much of him in the tone of your voice and sees Pepper whenever you cross your arms over your chest and pin him with a look he knows too well - her influence is all over your mannerisms - and the both of them in the charming brightness of your smile when you let yourself laugh freely.

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3 years ago

Change - Sheldon Cooper

Pairing: Sheldon Cooper x Reader

Characters: Sheldon Cooper, Leonard Hofstadter, Howard Wolowitz, Raj Koothrappali

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 605

Author: Hannah

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4 years ago

MORNINGS LIKE THIS

SUMMARY: You and Chris finally get to spend a morning together

WARNINGS: Smut and Chris being clingy

PAIRING: Dad/husband!Chris Evans x Reader

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Mornings like these were rare, with Chris gone most of the time due to him filming his new movie, you were often left in the mornings all alone in your massive king sized bed. But that was of course before the twins woke up and joined you, however as much as you loved having your kids around, something about waking up to your husband snuggled up to your side would alway hit different. You simply craved it.

Thankfully though, today that craving had been satisfied. Chris was snuggled up close to you, his breath hot against your bare back and his cheek smushed into his pillow. He had a day off and like any other day offs he has, you two spent most of the night making love under those very silk sheets that covered you as your kids slept peacefully in their own rooms, for the first time in a while sleeping throughout the whole night.

Turning around, you fixated your gaze on your husband. His hair sticking out all over the place, probably from you tugging it and from the fact that he moved around a lot whilst he slept, his eyelashes rested gently on his flushed cheeks. It was a sight straight out of your dreams.

Looking at him, scenes from last night flash through your mind.

“Harder Chris” you moan, eyes rolling back as your nails made crescent shaped marks on his broad shoulders. Chris’ head was buried into your shoulders whilst he thrusted into you repeatedly, picking up his pace once he heard what you said.

He lifted his head up, now putting his weight on his arms rather than you, allowing you to manoeuvre your leg so that it was now resting up over his shoulder, the shoulder that you previously had a deadly grip on. His hand landed on your thigh and he changed his angle of thrusts making a pornographic moan to leave your lips.

“This the spot baby?” He asked, voice deep as he focused on hitting that spot over and over again, the pleasure was overwhelming and all you could do was nod, encouraging Chris on.

“Love having you like this love” Chris moaned, looking at your face retort with every single thrust he aimed at you. His cock was reaching places inside you, you never knew existed and hitting spots you never knew could cause so much pleasure. Even after two kids, Chris always brought something new to the bed, completely blowing your mind.

“I’m- im going to cum” you groan, eyes rolling back as your hands go to cling onto the pillow underneath your head, trying to somewhat ground yourself but you were far past that stage by now. Your hips were thrusting upwards, meeting Chris’ and soon you’re both cumming together. Chris growling as the last of his cum paints your walls. It was truly a good night and a well deserved one too.

But your thoughts were soon interrupted by a cough, “you do know it’s rude to stare love?” The raspy morning voice of your husband says and you quickly look away, trying to divert your attention from his sturdy chest and onto the sheets that rested over you instead.

“I wasn’t staring” you state, but of course you knew Chris wasn’t dumb. The man caught you looking at him like he was some five star meal.

“Ok, sure” he chuckles making you giggle and roll your eyes before coming down to place a soft kiss to his plump and still swollen lips. The action making him smile into the kiss. His arms come to pull you closer to him and you huff.

“Morning” he mumbles against your lips, not giving you a chance to respond as he went in for another kiss and then another.

“Chris I think I should go get breakfast ready. The kids will be up any minute now” you say, stopping him from pulling you even closer to him as you turn around to look at the clock, which now stated 10am. You’ve already had a lie in and knew it was time to get ready.

“They won’t be up just yet, show your husband some love now would you?” He groaned, pulling away and then closing his eyes as you got off the bed and opened up the curtains before pulling your robe on.

“Was the love I showed you last night not enough?” You chuckle, going to your walk in closet to pick out an outfit for the day. Your legs were still a bit sore aswell so you really didn’t want to add to that because of your clingy husband.

“Oh it was more than enough, trust me” he says, referring to how you made him cum like 3 times. Something you haven’t done since the twins were born as children did require care like 24/7.

“Then let me go downstairs and get ready for the day” you say, taking the outfit you have picked to Chris so you could get his approval.

He was now sat up against the headboard, sheets only covering his lower half as he looked at you with the biggest smile and cutest twinkle in his eye.

“What do you think?” You ask, holding the top against you.

“I love it. You know that’s my favourite top of yours, look fucking insatiable in it” he growls, sending butterflies to your stomach. Even after knowing him for over a decade, he still had the same effects on you and you honestly hoped and prayed that it’d never fade away.

“Ok thanks, now get out of bed lazy bum. We’ve got a busy day” you smile, disregarding your robe to pull on the clothes that were in your hands.

“But I want cuddles, come back to bed for one second please. Just one second” he groans making you finally give in and get into bed, fully dressed.

“You’re worse than the kids you are” you say, but resting your head against his chest anyways making him bend down and kiss your temple gently as a soft chuckle leaves his mouth.

“Well someone’s gotta set them an example” he jokes making you chuckle and snuggle closer into his side, thankful that you could spend this morning together, even if you didn’t get what you needed to get done.

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3 years ago

Derek:I’m begging you, please go to the hospital

Y/N: I’m sorry, is this YOUR stab wound?

Y/N: Stay out of it

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