#other than being a guy who held his family hostage hurt his master and tried to usurp his life entirely

[prettycutebunny]

Stockholm syndrome

The white kimono hugged your body like a glove. You can hear a frantic scream of your soon to be your mother in law at the people doing your hair and make up. You were marrying a zoldyck. A bride of Someone from such a highly status can be nothing but perfect. The silky white dress filled so much like a Shroud. In a way it was, after today you will forever be dead in the eyes of everyone you’ve ever known. You stopped existing the moment you were taken here. Any objections or attempt of escape were met with a harsh punishment that led you to the blink of insanity. You felt the extreme need to cry, but you’ve lost the right to. Any sign of weakness meant a harsh punishment. You wanted to leave do bad but you simple couldn’t. The mere thought of it made your head hurt and your body paralyzed. You heard his voice in a chant

“Mine”

“You can’t leave”

“You need me”

Who's that shadow holding me hostage?

I've been here for days

Who's this whisper telling me that I'm never gonna get away?

You’ve always been a good person, helping others in need and trying to be as kind as possible. You’ve never regretted your actions, not until it lead you to him. You were helping in a fundraiser. It was for the people who lost their homes to a recent hurricane. You’ve been on your feet since the morning and you couldn’t help but head to the only table with empty seats in it. There’s only one guy sitting in it. The fundraiser was open to anyone who’d donate 100,000 Jenny and more so it had all kinds of people in it , But you didn’t except his type. A strange man with purple batch of hair and needles all over his face. Everyone else was keeping a 5 meter space around him. You never were one to judge so you simply smiled at him and sat in silence. You felt him look at you with the corner of his eyes and you looked and smiled brighter.

“This is one hell of a party ! Thank you for your donation.”

He didn’t respond but stared. You kept talking to at least make the atmosphere less awkward? But you were met with silence.You tried you hardest to stop the shiver and kept talking. He seemed to be watching you intently so he was listening right ? When the host knocked on his glass you looked up. It was time for the toast and you were excited ! Then it happened, he just fell dead to the ground. Everyone was dumbstruck for a moment before the screams echoed through. You turned to the guy next to you to find him simply gone. You felt a splitting headache. Every single corner of your skull ached. Your body gave in as you tried to stand up. What happened to you ?

know they'll be coming to find me soon

But I feel I'm getting used to

Being held by you

The headache continued and so was the sighting of the stranger. He looked nothing like he did in the party but you just knew it was him. He was everywhere you looked. Your mind was screwing with you. His blank stare judging and assessing you as you gone about your date. This creepy unsettling feeling wouldn’t go away. Somehow all your debts were cleared, you’ve been offered a scholarship out of nowhere, and your job decided you should work as an accountant in a desk instead of bartending and dealing with drunken men. You knew it was too good to be true. You just knew it. You’re a semester away from graduation so why not enjoy it ? The only draw back to it all was your unsettling feeling of being watched and the sighting of strange people. It wasn’t like the dead eyed stranger who came as a hallucination, they were real people. The only common thing they all had was their clothes. A nice black pant suit. Most of them looked normal enough and always kept their distance when you actually saw them. It was on the day you graduated it all changed.

Oh, baby, look what you've done to me

Oh, baby, look what you've done now

Oh, baby, I'll never leave if you keep holding me this way, oh o-oh

Oh, baby, look what you've done to me

Oh, baby, you've got me tied down

Oh, baby, I'll never leave if you keep holding me this way, oh o-oh

He was waiting for you in your apartment. Every fiber of your being wanted to scream, yet you couldn’t. He stood looking at you just as intensely as he did when you first met him.

“I’ve been waiting for you until you finish your degree”

He said so blankly like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“You seem confused ? I’ve been waiting for you and now you’re ready. You don’t have any unfinished business right ?”

You wanted to laugh and cry. What did he think you were ? A ghost ? He took you to his home. Just like that? You’ve lost your freedoms. He took you to another world. World of every luxury you could ever dream of. You can never forget the way he simply introduced you as his future bride to his family. His mom was the one who showed any signs of emotions while the other treated it like it was like he told them about the weather. No one cares about what you thought or wanted. They were family of a assassins and you now you’re become part of them.

“Your actions are restricted because of my needle. If you behave, I’ll remove it okay ?”

Needle ? Assassins ? Mind control ? What type of fantasy game were you thrown into ? You’re ashamed to admit it but you were getting used to this life. The life of comfort and luxury.

Who's this person that's holding your hand

And talking about your eyes?

Used to sing about being free but now they’ve changed their mind

The wedding ceremony was brief and formal. You’re now a zoldyck. Just like that you’re part of the deadliest family in the world. He escorted you to your shared room and you felt yourself crying on the inside. You weren’t looking foreword your wedding night at all. You were so scared. You’ve barely spent any time with him and now you have to share a bed. Once he opened the door you felt your tears falling as your breathing quickened. You don’t want this. He stopped looking at you confused.

“Why are you leaking crying ?”

“Please , I cant do this. I don’t even know you”

He titled his head.

“This is troublesome.”

“Why me ? You can have anyone else !”

He looked at you with what seemed like fondness in his eyes.

“You were the first person to smile at me.”

You blinked. Wait what ? That can’t be it ! That doesn’t make any sense? First ? Why ? You felt him approaching in light yet dominating steps. He was like a hunter approaching it prey. His hands wrapped around you in possibly the most awkward embrace ever existed.

“Mom said hugs would make up closer”

He said in a matter of a fact voice as he leaned in.

“I saw you and I wanted you. That’s all”

You sniffed and as you felt yourself laughing. That’s it ? His awkwardness and robot like motion were ..... cute ? What is the matter with you ? His hand stroked your hair roughly like a robot trying to mimic the action of humans comforting each other as you started laughing quietly. What is the matter of you seriously? He looked down at you and you swore you saw his lips raise a little

“You’re not crying anymore. Good.”

know they'll be coming to find me soon

But my Stockholm syndrome is in your room

Yeah, I fell for you

The first few days of your marriage was spent in the most awkward touches in the planet. The way he touched your face , hair , back. The way he put you on his lap or hugged you. It was so robotic it always made you laugh. He didn’t mind, he seemed to like your laugh. You couldn’t help feeling some fondness for him. As crazy as it sounds, he wasn’t bad. Compared to other people who would grow up in his environment with parents like his, he wasn’t bad at all. He didn’t force himself at you, yell, or used physical force. He let you leave the room and befriend the butlers. It was unspoken rule. You can do whatever you wanted as long as you didn’t leave or betray him. You didn’t want to anymore. What would you do outside anyway ? Work your ass off to afford decent living as you try your hardest to find a guy who wants to settle down and not waste your time. You’ve got all the money you want and an online ordered husband. Yes he wasn’t like the typical store bought one but it did the trick, and now you’re laughing alone like an idiot. Your husband wanted children, your in laws wanted grandchildren, and you can feel the butlers treating you like glass to protect the imaginary child inside you. Everyone wanted you to have a kid. You never thought of it before but would you ? It would seal your fate forever inside this family. More than you already did anyway.

All my life I've been on my own

I use a light to guide me home

But now together we're alone

And there's no other place I'd ever wanna go

Baby, look what you've done

(Look what you've done to me)

You laid next to your husband who simply hold you as he laid like a statue. He never slept next to you, but for some reason he’d lay next to you everyday as you drifted to sleep. Your mother in law idea no doubt. You felt the blush creeps in as you laid next to him and whispering.

“Illumi?”

“Hmm”

“Let’s have a baby”

You said in the tiniest shyest voice you’d ever master. The way his body shot up meant he heard you. His soulless eyes looking straight into your soul as you blushed harder and pulled the covers over your head. His cold hand stopping you in your track. He leaned down next to your ear with heavy breathing.

“What did you say ?”

“I want us to be a family”

You’ve went through your life alone. No matter how many friends you’ve had or how close to your family you’ve been you’ve felt alone. Inside his arms you’ve felt safe. Was it the needle ? You didn’t care. You were happy. You have everything. What good did your outside friends did to you anyway ?

“I love you”

You whispered satisfied as you’ve both laid down after consummating your marriage. He didnt replay, but you’ve felt him tighten his embrace.

Baby, look what you've done to me

Baby, look what you've done now

Baby, I'll never leave if you keep holding me this way

Baby, look what you've done to me

Baby, you got me tied down

Baby, I'll never leave if you keep holding me this way

#illumi zoldyck #illumi zoldyck x reader #hunterxhunter #hxh #hxh illumi #bunny writes #Stockholm syndrome

[somepinkthing]

WANGXIAN! POKEMON AU! WANGXIAN! POKEMON AU!

Summary: Wei Wuxian is pretty sure he’s been labelled the most annoying Pokemon trainer on the face of the Earth at this point, and he intends to defend his title. He’ll start with this stuck up kid who just caught him mud-wrestling a Yungoos.

Eevee and Gengar held him back by his jacket, the little traitors. He hand raises them and this is the thanks he gets? They would allow him to be disrespected by this Yungoos without a fight? Clearly, they've been spending too much time with Jiang Cheng and his incessant nagging. Wei Ying loved his brother, but he lived his life on the straight and narrow too much--what's life without a bit of trouble?!

Trouble, this time, took the form of a thieving Yungoos taking his sandwich. 

Did he have others? Yes. Did he need that back? No. The sandwich was filthy now, he couldn't even eat it. But no little rodent was gonna steal from Wei-gege and get away with it that easily… unless his Pokemon have something to say about it.

Wei Wuxian tugged at his jacket. "Hey, come on! Heel! Sit! Lemme at him!"

Eevee shot him a truly unimpressed look and didn't loosen her jaw in the slightest. Ok, fair. Wei Wuxian has never once taught his Pokemon any commands to follow so he probably sounded like a madman screaming orders at them. But still! She understood him! He knows she did! Show some filial piety here, girl!

"Fine!" Wei Wuxian groaned, shoulders sagging in defeat. "Fine. Let me go and I won't do anything. On my honor."

This time, his whole team shot him judgemental looks. Mimikkyu even stuck his fake head out from inside the bag to judge him with beady little fake eyes. They weren't even his real eyes and Wei Ying could still feel the judgement rolling off of them!

What is up with that?! Zero respect, he gets zero respect! 

"I won't!" he insisted. "Besides, what are you gonna do? Hang onto me forever?"

Eevee looked like she was considering it, but she followed suit when Gengar reluctantly loosened her grip. 

"Thank you," Wei Ying said calmly, being the bigger person. "See? I won't do anything. On my honor, I won't."

And he really wasn't going to. He reached into his pack to grab another sandwich, to prove to this Yungoos that he wasn't any broke bitch and could afford his own food without having to steal it from unsuspecting travellers. 

...But then he heard a derisive sniff come from the Yungoos. The little creature actually scoffed at him!

"Got something to say?!"

Yungoos only sniffed again and… turned his tail at him?! Showed Wei Ying his ass-end?! Disrespected him in front of his own children!

Oh. It was ON. 

He thrust his bag at Gengar and jumped into the fray before any of his team could react.

Sorry guys, he never had much honor anyways.

---

“What are you doing?” 

Wei Wuxian freed himself just enough to look up towards the source of the question. He found a boy dressed in pure white staring down at him with a pinched expression. 

“Nothing much?” Wei Ying replied, managing to free his shoulder from the sharp jaws digging into his flesh and face slam the screeching Yungoos into the dirt. “Why do you ask?”

The boy’s expression only became more pinched. “Let the Pokemon up, please.”

Wei Ying suddenly realized how this must look from an outsider’s perspective.

“Hey, hey! Listen! He started it!” But he let the Yungoos go anyways. The little demon hissed and ran towards the boy in white who easily plucked the little creature up and checked him over. Oh sure, now it was docile. Determining that it wasn’t truly injured, the boy set the Pokemon down. 

Watching Yungoos race off, Wei Ying asked, “Hey… he wasn’t, like, yours, was he?”

The boy shook his head and Wei Ying sighed in relief. At least he could avoid that earful. Though, the boy was still looking at him like he was dirt beneath his pristine boots--which, considering the state of him right now, was kind of fair...

Well! No time like now to make a new friend, then! As soon as this boy spent some time with him, Wei Ying was sure he would be able to wipe this horrid first impression clean from his mind! 

...Which could be hard to do if the boy left.

Wei Ying hopped to his feet and gave chase. He couldn’t let this boy leave until he’d at least gotten the chance to explain! He couldn’t lose out on a potentially interesting friend because of a stinking Yungoos. He heard the pitter-pattering of little feet following after him, letting him know that his team was right behind him. 

“Hey, wait up!” Wei Ying called out. When the boy didn’t stop, he tried again. “Either you stop or I’m grabbing your perfect white jacket with my muddy, muddy hands!”

The boy halted and turned to grimace at Wei Ying. “What is it?”

Wei Ying wasted no time. “I’m Wei Ying, courtesy name is Wuxian. And you are?”

The grimace got deeper, but apparently the boy was too polite to not answer him. 

“Lan Zhan. Courtesy name is Wangji.”

“Cool name!” Wei Ying admired. “You can call me Wei Ying. Or XianXian. Or even A-Xian, if you’d like.”

The boy nodded. “And you may call me Wangji.”

Ouch.

“Lan Zhan rolls off the tongue much better!” Wei Ying pressed on, undeterred.

“Wangji is just as easy to say,” his new pal insisted.

Stingy! Wei Wuxian was sure that even Jiang Cheng wasn’t this prickly! At least his brother would try to get along with anyone who wanted to befriend him. This guy was obviously giving off some very strong “Do Not Breathe Near Me, Filthy Mortal” vibes. 

Well! Unfortunately for him, that only made Wei Wuxian more likely to suck in all the oxygen around him! Back home, they called him the world’s most loveable menace (or at least his sister had)! He wouldn’t be giving that title up easily! This boy could obviously use a friend and some lessons in chilling out and Wei Ying would happily provide them for him.

Plus, it didn’t hurt that, objectively, this was the most beautiful person he’d ever seen in his entire life. Wei Ying would like to think he was good looking for a kid and no one in his family was ugly by any means, but this guy blew them all out of the water! Skin as white as alabaster and as smooth-looking as jade! Features that looked as if they were carved by a master sculptor working on his magnum opus! Long, inky hair flowed with every step he took! Thin, pale lips with no sign of dryness or imperfection! Groomed, broad shoulders, narrow hips, long legs, tall, well-dressed! He was like a prince out of a fairytale! 

And Wei Ying bet that he’d be even prettier with a genuine smile on his face! Though, that wasn’t to say that the look of mild-disdain he was giving Wei Ying now took away from his attractiveness in the least.

He was entirely fascinating! And Wei Ying was definitely staring! 

“Well,” Lan Wangji sniffed, turning to leave yet again, “If that’s all then…”

Shit. Wait. He hadn’t at all managed to redeem himself! All he had done was give his name, annoyed the kid more, and stared at him like a creep. Wei Ying hurriedly wracked his brains for something to keep the boy around. Somehow, that translated into him frantically looking around the area looking for something more to talk about. It was then that he noticed….

“OH MY GOD! You have a Glaceon?! Did you evolve her yourself? Oh, look at her!” 

Wei Ying didn’t even give Lan Zhan a chance to respond, lunging forward and scooping up Glaceon and swinging her around, making sure to get a good look at her from all angles.. 

“How did you already get her evolved, you can’t be too much older than me! Eevee, are you seeing this? Evolve into this, she’s so pretty! Woah! Her fur sparkles! What?!”

Lan Wangji cleared his voice sharply, grabbing Wei Ying’s attention.

“He doesn’t like to be touched by strangers.”

Wei Ying felt his fingers go icy-cold. He looked down at his hostage and only caught a glimpse of Glaceon’s glare before yelping at the feeling of sharp claws raking across his cheek.

---

“It’s very minor frostbite,” Lan Zhan told him, “You should recover fully within a day. The scratches should also heal without scarring, they were very superficial.”

He was gentle as he finished applying some antibiotic to Wei Wuxian’s cheek. 

"Thanks. For bringing me to your medical bay and for the help. And sorry for scaring your Glaceon."

Lan Zhan nodded his acceptance of the apology and started to pack up the supplies. Wei Ying laughed awkwardly, never any good with silence.

"So your brother's the gym leader, huh?" Wei Ying had gotten to meet Gym Leader Lan Xichen and was embarrassed that he hadn't made the connection until he saw the resemblance between the two brothers. He had helped both boys to the medical wing when Lan Wangji had dragged a bleeding Wei Wuxian onto his doorstep. He was as kind and serene as people said he was, even if he had looked close to cracking once he'd heard the full story. 

"Yes. You are here to challenge him, correct?"

And, technically, he was right. Wei Ying and his brother had both set out to challenge trials and gyms, trying to get as many as they could. It was a trial a lot of young trainers underwent and there was no way Madam Yu would ever allow her children to skip it. If they were going to do this, they would do it right! Or so help her, lord….

But now that Wei Ying had seen Lan Xichen's lineup, he was starting to wonder whether or not he should wait. He didn't even know where he'd even begin with a Wailord, how does one take down something the size of two whole houses? That thing could fit a city on his back! The only thing he could imagine might work would be to have Pachirisu zap the water and that was dangerous on so many levels! Even Wei Ying wasn't that reckless, no matter what his reputation was! He wasn't looking to die die.  And, well, not to mention that it may not even work--Pachirisu could hardly produce a bolt that strong yet.

Of course, it didn't hurt that the longer he waited, the more time he'd have to get to know Lan Zhan, who only got more and more fascinating the less he talked to Wei Ying. And he really did not want to talk to Wei Ying. At this point, the ever-silent Lan Wangji was practically the most curious thing on the planet!

"I don't know," Wei Ying said with a shrug. "Hey, maybe I'll stick around, see the area. It's beautiful landscape and I'm something of an artist! Maybe… you could show me around?"

Lan Wangji looked like he enjoyed that idea as little as Wei Ying had expected him to. It took everything in his power to not laugh at the sour face the boy was pulling. His face could really get stuck that way at this rate!

Lan Wangji opened his mouth to--presumably to tell Wei Wuxian to get lost and die (probably in much more polite terms but with the same meaning)--when a melodious voice interrupted their conversation.

"If Mr. Wei truly is so taken by our humble little corner, you are naturally welcome to stay as long as you like. We have more than enough empty rooms in this compound," Lan Xichen offered generously as he entered the room with quiet, graceful steps. 

"R-Really?!" Wei Ying cannot say he was expecting this outcome. He knew that Gym Leader had probably found him cute enough for a kid, but not enough that he’d want to invite him willingly into his home! Expecially with how much his brother obviously hated him.

Lan Xichen nodded though. "Of course! Presuming you show me the art you produce. I consider myself something of an artist too, you see."

"Brother…" Lan Zhan protested, his voice flat and filled with disapproval, but he was silenced by a single smile.

"Wangji, show Mr. Wei around, will you? Maybe he can even help you on your task.”

"That is not necessary," Lan Zhan cut his brother off as quickly as possible, clearly trying to nip that idea off at the bud.

Too late, Wei Ying heard that.

"Gym Leader Lan, you're as good as they say! I'll be happy to share any of my sketches!" Wei Ying thanked the big brother before turning to hound his new friend (and they would be friends. Wei Ying would get to know this kid if it killed them both).

Lan Wangji’s expression couldn’t be called a sneer, per se. But Wei Ying had a feeling that it was as close as the other boy had ever gotten to sneering in his life. 

Excellent.

"Hey, I can help with your task! I'm actually pretty strong, you know. And, more importantly, I'll literally do anything! Nothing is too lowly for me, I have zero use for pride! No need to be embarrassed, just ask away! What do you need? Hey, don't ignore me! I'm saying I can help! Hey! HEY! Lan Zhan, wait for me! I'm coming too!"

Glaceon hissed at him as he made to follow Lan Zhan out the door. Wei Ying happily ignored him.

#wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #mdzs pokemon au #my writing #my fic #my au #mdzs fic #lan xichen #lan huan #lan zhan #wei ying #mo dao zu shi #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #founder of diabloism #the untamed #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #gdc #lwj #wwx

[backalley-requests]

Hi! Can I please have a ship for the MCU and Harry Potter if you do that (it’s totally fine if you don’t) okay so I’m 4’11, have long black hair and brown eyes, I’m an ENTJ, I’m very sassy, blunt, and competitive. I’m very passionate about politics, football, and traveling. I tend to have a short temper (I don’t deal with bs), I can be very stubborn and hot headed as well. I love photography and I’m very sensitive (though most don’t see it) overall I’m just a pretty complex person. Thank you sm!

Here you go! And yes I still do Harry Potter, JK Rowling didn’t do anything new I didn’t already dislike her for. The series belongs to the fans now and as long as I can acknowledge the bad in it I can still cherish the good it brought to my childhood. Regardless! I hope you like it!

I ship you with...

Marvel

Sam Wilson

He’s an all American kind of guy and definitely loves football. The two of you spend your Sunday nights watching the games and placing cheap bets like who I going to do the dishes. It’s pure fun. You also host the Super Bowl at your house every year and invite every superhero within a one planet radius.

Your relationship is filled with a lot of short quips between each other, usually blunt jokes that poke fun at one another. They’re always harmless but have an edge of a competitive spirit. It usually results in harmless banter about who is going to lose to the other and meaningless taunts. “Oh you wanna go?”s and “in your condition? I’d beat you in a heartbeat”s.

He’s so used to giving and gives it his all for his friends and those he loves. It takes a big toll on him. Similar to you he wears that kind of burden so well that most never notice. You do though, because you feel the same way a lot. You’re sensitive and you see it when he goes overboard into helping you feel better. Sam pours his all into everything.

The two of you get to travel a lot, his work as the new Captain America sending him all over the world. At first he was apprehensive about having you come along, he couldn’t bare the thought of losing you, but you love traveling and him and the idea of having to sit at home was a fate worse than death.

You sent the Christmas cards. You’re more heartfelt when you write them and it gives an excuse to send your photography to all your friends and family. Sam doesn’t just dump that on your or anything, he hangs around and helps select pictures he thinks each person on would appreciate the most and the two of you end up coming up with the most unique set of Christmas cards anyone’s probably ever done.

Don’t even get me started on the Fourth of July. It’s probably the biggest holiday around. Lots of arguments over politics, you and Sam are a powerful combo, and overzealous American based competitions. Even when the country seems to be tearing itself apart you two manage to hold onto the American dream. You can disparage this country as quick as the next person but you take a day to indulge in what makes it full of hope: and one of those people is Sam.

“I don’t know if I can do it.” Those are the first words you hear as Sam tosses the shield onto the kitchen table. This wasn’t his usual warm greetings but the man had nothing else to say. He didn’t even know where to begin, had no idea how to admit he still couldn’t cope with losing his best friend. That no matter how hard he was trying to be Captain America that he didn’t feel like he truly was what Steve had been.

You stared, unsure how to handle it as you took a step forward. Whatever had happened today was a major setback in this whole operation. “What happened?” You knew it was a horrible transition period already. Sam looked nothing like the Captain America the world had grew to accept. The cards were stacked against him from the start. Nobody believed he was good enough and the public thought it was their right to scrutinize him at every turn. Usually he kept his head up about but something changed.

Sam hesitated to take any steps forward. The world may have been saved but things were far from over. “I stopped a robbery on broadway, I caught the perps and had them tied up before police arrived. And the hostage— she screamed at me, afraid I’d hurt her no matter what I did to try and mend her fears. And when the cops did show up they started shooting at me.” He was slowly breaking in front of you and you didn’t have any idea what to do with it. “They called me some imposter, insinuated that I was a common criminal. That there was something innate in me that would never be good enough. And they called for backup when I ran.”

The world was more uncertain that ever before. After the second snap and Tony’s sacrifice the world failed to pick itself back up and begin moving. “Don’t listen to them, alright? Steve had it easy. The government paraded him around like some show pony for the troops. He got a grandiose opening.” You racked through the memories as you tried to find a way to comfort him. “But you’re stronger. You needed to be. You show up as a hero in the worst time in history and you don’t get an introduction.”

“I just don’t know if I can do it.” Sam held back tears but you could see them in his eyes. But you were stubborn, and it killed you to see him like this. So you did what you always do, took this on as a challenge to make him realize he was good enough. “I don’t know if Steve made the right choice, if I’m even good enough for what he gave me! He’s a better man—“

“Don’t you dare say that, Sam!” You shouted back suddenly, it startled him. “You’re a million times better than Steve. Alright? He left. He got his happy ending. You’re still fighting for the living. You’re still here!” The idea that somehow he didn’t believe in himself killed you. You couldn’t even wrap your head around the idea. “Steve spent decades deciding who he wanted and after all that time he believed you were the best person alive. He believed in you. I believe in you!”

There wasn’t much more to say after that as Sam crashed his lips onto yours. It wasn’t exactly a beautiful kiss but it was killed with such a strong sense of love, duty and faith. “I love you, you know that right?” He has to ask. You were worked up to the point of angry-tears but managed to nod your head slowly. He wasn’t sure he’d ever find someone who believed in him as much as you did.

“I love you too.” You smiled softly, breathing slowly in and out as you stared down at the floor. “But for the record, and I really feel like I have to say it...” You looked up at him, your brown eyes wide and big, “I’d be a way better Captain America.” The smirk on your face was sudden and cocky. It was hard for either of you to really get too deep in your emotions and humor was the quickest way to ease the tension of the moment.

“Oh really now?” Sam asked back with a laugh. “What ever happened to your whole believe in me speech. Cause, and maybe I was wrong, but I thought you just agreed that I’m the better Captain America.” He had his arms out in a challenging way, daring you to tell him he was wrong.

“Well you’re better than everyone but me.”

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

The two of you can go absolutely crazy over quidditch, cheering for your favorite teams is an excellent bonding moment. You’re both competitive and love sports, and what better pass time than the wizards for world’s biggest sports event? The two of you have different favorite teams so it’s always a competition to see who’s will do better that year.

The two of you are both very blunt, which is honestly something that Ron needs from a person in his life. He hates when people try and get all convoluted instead of saying what they just actually mean. Your blunt nature fits what he likes to a T, even when it upsets him. The blunt nature of the relationship can be a blessing or a curse for those who encounter the two of you.

Ron is loyal to a fault, which is something that’s good for you. When you get overwhelmed and let your emotions get the best of you he’s the kind of person able to withstand any emotion. If someone were to push you too hard, not expecting you to be as sensitive as you are, Ron is the first person to jump in. He can get a little aggressive about it.

You’re both hot-heads and tend to get into pointless stubborn competitons. Whether it’s a game or a debate, the two of you get into them often with the goal of winning. Some people interpret this as fights but the truth is that both of you know how to come down from them without harming the relationship. While you’re immovable when against each other you become unstoppable when both of you are on the same side. People tend to just give up.

Ron doesn’t quite get your photography and no matter how many times you explain it all he doesn’t really get it. But that doesn’t stop him from trying and getting envolved. He’ll buy you photography gifts, and they tend to be hit or miss. For a while he didn’t get why you took so many photos but down the road when you showed him all of the past moments of your lives he realized how beautiful it really is.

Both of you are really into politics. Given that Ron literally took up arms in the resistance against Voldemort it shouldn’t be any surprise that he really cares about the government and what’s going on with it. He’s less intelligent than you, but equally passionate. If I’m being honest, it’s another reason people dread going to your house for holidays since the both of you manage to at some point drag everyone into another conversation about important political aspects you two care about.

“Five sickles says that you can’t make it to the top of the quidditch tower and back in under a minute—“

“Oh easy, bet.”

“AND perform five 3 360s.”

Suddenly the challenge was a lot harder for you. You stood in the grass of the quidditch field, staring up at the sky with your broom in hand. Now it was a question of your ability to do some tricks and those were never your strong suite. As much as you adore the game you tended to focus on mastering the basics instead of showing off. But, a bet was a bet and you hated the idea of admitting you couldn’t do something. “Like I said, easy.”

Ron stared at you with a wild grin on his face. He knew you were always up for a challenge and he was always up to doing something fun. It was truly a deadly combination. “Alright, I have the sickles right here. All you have to do is knock my socks off.” Perhaps he shouldn’t be daring his girlfriend to do something crazy but he couldn’t help himself and neither could you.

“Ready?” You asked as you nodded to his watch. “I don’t want you losing count and forcing me to lose.” You were honestly a little nervous but didn’t show it. You were stronger than that. What you really hoped was that no one came out and caught you guys fooling around on the Quidditch field, now that would be messy. Ron held up the watch and nodded his head.

“On your marks, get set, go!” And with that you went flying off. You decided to knock one spin upside down off the list really quick and managed to do that with some grace. You realized soon after that it wasn’t exactly fun, and was a little challenging to keep steady once it was over. “You got this, babe!” Ron shouted as you planned on how to get back at him for this. You got the next twist out of the way shortly before you got to the tower and then soon you made it close to around it. In an attempt to show off you used the final twist as you neared the other side, although this proved to be a mistake.

You lost your grip. The broom seperated from your body and sped off towards the stands as your body fell vertical. You didn’t hear anything aside from your own scream as you tried to reach for your wand. Your hand just got ahold of it by the time you felt a pair of arms grab you. You hadn’t even noticed Ron had gotten to you up until that moment as you clung tightly to him.

You winced when your broom hit the stands and broke straight through the seats and into the underside of the stands. You supposed you’s finally get the chance to find out what exactly was under those old things. You rested your head against his chest, neither of you saying much as you listened to his heartbeat. It was fast and scared and said more than enough.

“You didn’t let me finish.” You complained, trying to ease the tension with a joke. “You cheated.” You looked up at him and smiled as he neared the ground. Part of you felt that you would have been fine. You could have used a spell to summon the broom or something to ease your fall. Ron didn’t need to be there. But he was and it was actually really sweet.

Ron laughed, releasing tensed muscles in his body he hadn’t realized he strained as started to step off. And though he laughed he couldn’t stop holding you as if his life depended on it. “Yeah, I’m sure you would have. Do you want the sickles anyways?” He asked you. “An honorary win because I cheated?”

“Thank you very much, I’ll take those off your hands.” The real conversation occurred outside of language. The way you clung to him said thank you, and the way he held you, paired with his ever increasing heartbeat, said he loved you. Though the sickles certainly didn’t hurt.

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[brieannakeogh]

I’m Not Her- Ch 2

I’m Not Her- Bucky Barnes x Reader. Bucky can’t stop a girl getting killed in a robbery gone wrong, but what happens when he sees her all over the place. 

Previous Chapter / Master List

Warnings: All the angst. 

Chapter 2

You looked up at the large man, who’s currently holding your bagel and cruller. It had felt like running into a wall when you stepped out of the shop. The last thing you expected when he spoke was the name of your twin sister. Did he know her? She had passed away in a bank robbery gone wrong around six months ago. You had been abroad studying in France, learning to work in art restoration, they had some of the best in the world. When you heard about your sister you tried to rush back, but couldn’t because of the program you were in.

They say twins can feel each other when they die. That wasn’t the case with you. You were sitting in a class, learning which products worked best for Renaissance paintings when your phone rang, ignoring it you didn’t get the message for another hour. After that your heart wasn’t in it anymore. So you got on a plane as soon as you could, back home, to Brooklyn.

The two of you had been raised by a single mom, in this neighborhood, even if your sister’s apartment was in Manhattan now, this was home. Your mom did her best to get by, with the increasing cost of living in the area after it was cleaned up and hipsters moved in. After your mom had passed, the life insurance had been divided between you both, you going on to try to pursue your dreams and your sister taking a much more realistic approach and got a job at a bank. Eventually moving to bank manager at a large bank in a ‘safe’ area of Manhattan. So much for that.

By the time you got back from France your extended relatives had already had the funeral and cleaned out her apartment into a small storage unit, that you paid through the nose for. It had felt useless to come back. It was all taken care of. She didn’t need you in life or in death.

You and your sister were closish. Not the way most sisters were, or especially the way twins were. She was practical, responsible. Doing what she thought was right, helping take care of everything in the family, organized. You on the other hand were whimsical, letting your heart and will take you on an adventure. Following your heart took you to extreme highs and extreme lows, but you never thought it lead you astray. That was something your sister and you had fought about constantly. She was always on the straight and narrow, doing what she was supposed to do, not what she wanted to do. She never took risks, which is why it came as such a shock when you found out how she died. Protecting the guy that came in to save her. You couldn’t understand it. Now it seemed he was standing in front of you.

You didn’t recognize him at first, but the glint at his wrist from his metal arm clued you in. There couldn’t be that many superheroes with a metal arm, could there?

You watch as his face drops in disappointment and you take the bag back from him. He runs a hand over his face. “Your sister, of course. Twins.” He mutters more to himself than you.

“I guess you would be Sergeant Barnes.”

He straightens his shoulders, looking more like taking a heavy weight back onto them than anything. “Yes ma’am.”

“Can you answer one question for me?” He nods stiffly. “Why did my sister step in to protect you?” He flinches, physically flinches like you slapped him. It almost makes you regret asking him, even though that question has been plaguing you for months.

His jaw working around nothing, you can see the horror in his eyes remembering that moment, but you just can’t take it back. Who knows when you’ll get this chance again?

Steeling himself. “I honestly don’t know.” You can hear the defeat in his voice, like he has been asking himself the same question as much as you have.

“Ok, ok.” You sigh heavily, your sister would apparently take that answer to her grave too.

“She recognized me.” Bucky let out quietly, like it was shameful.

Your head snapped up. “What?”

He nodded. “She said my name as she was,” He swallowed. “It was one of her last words.”

“Do you think...do you think we could go somewhere and talk?” Pain flashed in his eyes and you could see him pulling back. “I just want to know what happened. The papers didn’t report exactly what took place, and I wasn’t here to talk with the police or EMTs. Please?”

He didn’t know if he could do it, but you looked up at him with those same eyes that hunted him every time he closed his own. It would be part of his amends to her. Letting her sister know the final details of her life. He had to do it.

The nod he gave flooded your chest with relief. This was the last person to see her alive, this was your last connection to her. You needed the closure. “There’s a little park a couple of blocks that way?” You suggest.

His response of, “I know the one.” surprised you, but you let him lead the way. Gripping your little bag and coffee tightly, you follow him to the small park, really an empty lot someone planted flowers in, but it was nice and had a bench to sit. The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, neither knowing where to start. To ease the tension, you took out your cruller and ripped it in half, offering one half to him. He refused, but you sat it on his knee regardless, taking a careful bite of yours.

“Enhanced had been the ones to rob the place, correct?” You asked and chewed, staring at a flower in front of you.

“Yes, two. Their names and powers are classified though.” He tore off a chunk of the cruller in his lap, letting the sugar get rid of the bitter taste in his mouth.

“You got everyone else out, why wasn’t she with the group?” You knew she was the one that was left bagging the money, your aunt had said as much.

“The hostages were huddled in a group, hidden from the hostiles. We extracted them first before the hostiles engaged, ending in a fight.” It sounded rehearsed. Like something he had to say over and over. Clean, clinical, cold. You knew this was what was in the report, it had to be. His voice warmed and cracked. “She...your sister, wasn’t with that group, she stepped in front of a blast meant for me. I took the opportunity to...finish the fight.”

The way he said ‘finish’ left little to the imagination. He killed the person who had taken her from you. That was good. You appreciated that. “What did she say?” His head jerked to you, eyes wide as he swallowed.

“There wasn’t much. She was hit in the back, her lungs weren’t workin’ that well. She said my name, and ‘hurts’.” He paused and licked his lips, trying to keep his throat from locking up. “What I remember the most was her smile. She was so happy to be dyin’ in my arms.” He looked down at his hands in his lap, picturing her looking up at him. “I tried to make her comfortable. I knew it wasn’t long. The smile was still on her face when they declared her. I never understood it.” He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the memories again.

It just didn’t make sense. She was so careful, she didn’t take risks. You look over to the man next to you and see he’s in turmoil, just like you. You know you pushed past where he was comfortable, but you just had to know.

Placing a hand on his knee, he looks up at you. You see his bloodshot eyes that are surrounded by dark circles. You had known about his past, everyone did. Sergeant Barnes had been brainwashed, tortured and controlled, killing the innocent against his will, but he seemed so broken talking about having failed to save your sister. A lot of people thought Barnes and the Winter Soldier were the same being, after this you can definitely say they are not.

“I don’t know why she would do that. It doesn’t seem like her at all, but she must of had a reason. I’m just happy to know she was smiling in the end. That she didn’t regret it.”

He’s shaking his head. “What reason could she have had? I would have been hurt, sure, but not killed at that distance.”

“My sister was always responsible. She did what she was supposed to, never took risks. If she stepped in front of you I don’t doubt that there was a reason for it.” You smiled a little. “She wasn’t like me, with poor impulse control.” You turn more to him, making sure he’s really looking at you. “Listen, I love my sister and I can see what happened has really torn you up, but I want you to know, it’s not your fault. It was her decision, whatever her reason was. Please don’t beat yourself up about it anymore than you already have, ok?”

He wasn’t sure if it was the fact that it was her closest living relative that was saying these things to him, or if it was because it was coming from someone with her face, but the weight he had been carrying on his chest since that day finally lifted a bit. He could take in a full breath, he didn’t fail her. Exhaling slowly, he took your hand that was on his knee and squeezed. “Thank you.” You just nodded and he could see the tears form in your eyes, blinking them back. He took out his phone, wanting to do something, anything, for this woman that looked so like her.

“May I see your phone?” Bucky asked. You look at him in confusion before producing the device. His was Stark tech it looked like, and he held it to yours, clicking a few buttons. “That’s my personal number. If you ever need anything, call me.”

“Thanks, but I’m pretty good at staying out of trouble, especially only a couple of blocks from home.” You chuckle. While you could always find trouble, usually it didn’t stick.

His eyes widen. “You live around here?”

“Yeah, why?”

“That’s why I’ve been seeing you all over the place.” He seemed relieved, running a hand through his hair. “I thought I was going crazy.” He laughs.

You snort. “We’re twins but it’s not like we look that much alike. I got the shit end of the metabolism stick, plus how can you go to France and not eat a ton of the food. They are masters of indulgence.”

“France?”

“Yeah, I was studying over there. Art restoration. I didn’t make it back for the funeral.”

“Steve and I were over there a lot during the war. I don’t remember the food being that good.” He smirked at you.

“That was years ago and they were rationing at the time. I don’t think any food would have been good back then.”

He laughed, a warm rich sound that you could quickly become addicted to. “Yeah, food is much better now.”

You realize that he’s still holding your hand, so you interlock your fingers and sit back relaxed on the bench. Closing your eyes, you turn to face the sun, letting it warm you. He shifts beside you and you peek out under your lashes and see him copy your position. He takes in a breath and sighs, squeezing your hand a little. The two of you sit there for what seems like a long while, warm in the sun, until the buildings around you swallow it up and the shade comes in.

Taking your hand from his, you sit up and stretch. “That’s the most relaxed I’ve been in the last 6 months.” You giggle. He nods and cracks his neck. You hear a whirring noise and see his arm do some twisty motions under his jacket. “Thank you Sergeant Barnes for talking with me, even though I know it was painful.”

“Bucky.”

“I’m sorry?”

“My friends call me Bucky.” He states as he stands up, reaching a hand down to help you up.

“Well, thank you Bucky. Hopefully we’ll see each other again.”

The two of you walk out of the little lot, each going in a separate direction.

Next Chapter

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[ally-the-turtle]

Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 3,847

Warning: None, just fluff

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Being Tony Stark's daughter has its perks but also has some consequences to them. You get what you want since he's a billionaire, you're popular in school and you get to hang out with the coolest people around; the Avengers. However, you're also a target to enemies. Tony was always protective over you because of that. He didn't want to lose you, you were all he had.  

You were a result of one of Tony's one night stand with a woman, who was your mother. Your mother worked with the press and she didn't earn much money thus she put you in an orphanage. You grew up there until you were 7 years old when someone came in to adopt you. You were happy to be accepted, to be chosen by someone...

For an experiment.

Turned out, the guy who adopted you was a HYDRA agent and knew that you were a Stark so he wanted to experiment on you. That's how you spent your next 6 months; in a lab, surrounded by drugs and weird magic. Tony was able to find out what HYDRA was up to and went on a solo mission stop them only to find you, a 7 year old child, with glowy F/C (Favorite Color) hands. At first he thought you were going to attack him, assuming that you were mind controlled but you never did much to his surprise, in fact, you were so happy to see him that you ran up to him and hugged him. He returned the hug, confused ,and flew off, not forgetting to shoot an explosive in the base, destroying everything. He took you back to Stark tower and examined you. Much to his shock, you had telekinetic and telepathic powers.

That and you were his daughter.

Tony didn't know how to handle this information, it was all so sudden. However he was going to protect you and give you the best life you could ever have. Over the course of the years, he taught you to control your powers and use them correctly, he got you into a new school were you could finally get a proper education and he took great care of you. In your perspective, Tony was not just a father to you, he was your savior, your God, you worshipped him in every way. Tony appreciated that and he loved you for always being by his side and supporting him as sometimes he can be viewed as the bad guy for creating what haters call 'weapons that can cause destruction'. You both loved each other and after Pepper joined in the family, you were more than happy.

Then Loki came in New York and brought with him a huge army of aliens.

You were outside, shopping with your babysitter when aliens started destroying the city. You were scared out of your life and hung onto the babysitter. A Chitauri landed in front of you two blasted at her, sending her far from you. You cried which made your telekinetic power go crazy and kill the aliens who were nearby you. You ran away, running into the city until another Chitauri landed in front of you and was about to shoot but a red and white shield was throne to it, shredding it into two. Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, ran to you and you immediately hugged him, crying onto his chest. He called Tony, assuring him that he has her daughter safe and sound. Steve made sure to keep you by his side when he continued to fight the aliens, not taking an eye off of you. You managed to get some courage and used your powers to send the aliens flying.

When it was all over, you met all of the Avengers officially and you already loved them. Steve was your hero and you grew to have a crush on him. Months after the invasion, Tony started having anxiety attacks, he couldn't sleep and neither could you. You would wake up in the middle of the night, scared and in tears. You would often ask JARVIS to call up Tony so he could comfort and he always did so. He comforted you and you comforted him. When the Mandarin attacked your home in Malibu, you were able to protect yourself from the falling debris and Pepper was safe because Tony sent the suit to her. Once Pepper was out of harm's way, the suit went back to Tony and he fought, only to end up falling into the ocean along with half of the house. You screamed his name when the last debris fell in the dark ocean before crying in Pepper's arms. You skipped a few days of school to recover but also because you didn't have a home. Pepper then tried to get some answers from a woman who worked for the Mandarin much to her dismay. You, Pepper and the woman were in some hotel room when she explained who the Mandarin was and just the man you were talking about broke in and attacked, taking you all hostages. Pepper was taken elsewhere because she was his test subject and you were taken to the same place where Tony and Rhodes were held. Tony was relieved to see you okay and so were you. Once he was able to set himself free, he got you and Rhodes out of the place and to where Aldrich, the Mandarin, was with a boat. Tony ordered you to stay in the boat when the final fight had begun and you obeyed, watching the whole epic scene in front of your young eyes.

Later on, years later, you were 13 years old. You trained with Natasha Romanoff and Tony to become a better fighter and to master your powers. You wanted to go on a mission very badly and you had the chance when Ultron was going to destroy Sokovia along with the entire world. It was a nice party night, when all of the guests left, you all had fun trying to lift Thor's hammer. You nearly flipped when Steve almost lifted it and you questioned why he couldn't; he's a handsome gentleman that has a pure gold heart and wants to end war. You shrugged it off after a while. Then Ultron crashed the party and attacked, you were able to fight off the few robots that had attacked and boy did you feel great. Tony was so proud to see you fight but also worried you might get hurt. You wanted to join the team to fight Ultron in South Africa but Tony didn't let you. Only after Vision was created and the team had to depart to Sokovia were you able to convince him to let you join them. Vision even said that you had potential and that it would be best if you started to use your powers to help protect Sokovia. Tony finally agreed under the condition that you stayed with Steve at all times which you agreed; squealing inside like a 5 year old. So you fought alongside Captain America and you loved it. You had fun fighting the robots and Steve was SO PROUD OF YOU. Once it was all over, you officially met Wanda who also had similar powers to yours which annoyed you at first but then accepted it and tried to combine your powers to do some pretty cool stuff. You enjoyed practicing your powers with her in the new Avengers facility.

Your school life was great too. You were in Midtown High and you were in an acapella club because you loved singing. Drawing is also another one of your talents. People thought you were perfect however some were disappointed that you didn't have Tony's brilliance.  People would sometimes pressure you, telling you that you were Stark and you had to be a genius. It stressed you out but luckily you had friends to back you up. Friends including Peter Parker and Ned. They were both adorable and you saw them as brothers.

A year later, one day, you came home which is the Avengers facility from school, and heard loud voices from the meeting room. You went inside to see the Avengers arguing which made you worry. You asked what the problem was and they told you; the Sokovia Accords and how not everyone agreed to sign it. You immediately had a bad feeling about this, both Tony and Steve were stubborn men and that usually ended with them getting into a fight. Fear had made its way into you heart, the last thing you wanted was to lose your family all over again. The debate continued until Steve received a message and had to leave the room. Tony saw the fear in your eyes and came to you, holding your shoulders with both of his hands and looking warmly into your eyes.

"Don't worry, Y/N. We'll get this thing sorted soon." He said before kissing you on your forehead and telling you to go to your room.

Next thing your knew, Steve, his friend Bucky, Sam and the prince of Wakanda T'Challa were sent to the Task Force HQ in Berlin. You called Tony during the short break in between school classes, who was already there, and he immediately answered.

"Hey sweetie, what's up?" He asked.

"Dad..." You croaked.

"Hey baby what's wrong?" He asked, worried by the sudden sadness in your voice.

"Is everything going to be okay...? Steve and the others... Are they going to jail?"

"I won't let that happen, Y/N, I promise you."

"I'm scared."

"What are you afraid of?"

"Losing my family again. Dad, I'm scared of losing everyone because of some stupid accords."

Tony didn't say anything for a few seconds, processing what you said. "Honey, listen, we're doing our best. I'm going to try and convince Steve to sign it for the sake of the citizen's lives. You know I'm pretty good at negotiating?"

You sniffed and made out a small chuckle. "Yeah... You're Tony Stark after all."

"I gotta go, see ya later." Tony finished before ending the call as Steve, Sam and T'Challa made their way inside the room. He walks inside a glass-wall office along with Steve, overlooking the control room.

Both men talk about the accords, Tony makes valid points about how if he signed, no one would go to jail or anything bad like that. Steve asked about Pepper, Tony answered that they were taking a break. Tony then brought up another point which will, for sure, convince Steve to sign.

"You know, just before you came in, Y/N called me. I answered the call only to hear soft whimpers." Tony started which immediately caught Steve's attention.

"Is she okay? What happened?" Steve asked, concerned.

"All of his." He said, opening his arms and looking around the room. "She's worried sick about the team, about us... about you" He mumbled the last part.

"Why would she be so worried?" Steve asked again, furrowing his eyebrows.

"She's scared that the team will split apart, that you'll be in jail." Tony answered. Steve didn't say anything, feeling a bit guilty for making you worry. "Y'know Cap, the Avengers is her family, she loves us all, it would break her heart to see us fight, hell it's already breaking. None of us want that right? I love her so much, I don't want to see her heartbroken and neither do you. She cares a lot about you..."

"I also care a lot about her, Tony, really I do." Steve answered in an honest tone.

"Then signing the accords would do her a big favor." Tony finished. Steve looked at him, in deep thought. "We need you, Cap. So far, nothing's happened that can't be undone, if you sign. We can make the last 24 hours legit. Barnes gets transferred to an American psych-center... instead of a Wakandan prison."

Steve frowns thoughtfully and picks up one of the fountain pens. He stands up and paces, then turns to Tony. In the control room beyond there are multiple screens on the walls.

"I'm not saying it's impossible, but there would have to be safeguards." He said.

"Sure. Once we put out the PR fire, those documents can be amended. I'd file a motion to have you and Wanda reinstated..." Tony added.

"Wanda? What about Wanda?" Steve asked.

"She's fine. She's confined to the compound, currently. Vision's keeping her company."

"Oh God, Tony! Every time. Every time I think you see things the right way..."

"What? It's a 100 acres with a lap pool. It's got a screening room. There's worse ways to protect people."

"Protection? Is that how you see this? This is protection? It's internment, Tony."

"She's not a US citizen."

"Oh, come on, Tony."

"And they don't grant visas to weapons of mass destruction."

"She's a kid!"

"GIVE ME A BREAK!" Tony snapped. "I'm doing what has to be done... to stave off something worse."

Steve nodded faintly. "You keep telling yourself that." He said as he put the fountain pen down. "Hate to break up the set." He was about to leave room before he turned around again. "Send Y/N my warmest regards."

Tony furrowed his eyebrows, watching Steve leave the room. He sighed, rubbing his temples in frustration.

"Sorry Y/N... Looks like Cap decided to go rogue." He said.

You had just finished school and you took your electric scooter to make your way back home, the Avengers facility upstate. Once you did, you put your bag in your room and went downstairs to eat a snack, only to find Tony standing next to the fridge, looking straight at you. You ran up to him and gave him a hug which he returned. You looked at him, hoping to get some good news but he shook his head and you immediately felt your heart break. You buried your head in Tony's chest while he stroked your hair.

"Listen Y/N, you and I will go out to meet someone to join my team." Tony spoke which made you break the hug and look up at him.

"Who?" You asked.

"Peter Parker. The crime fighting spider guy in Queens."

"Peter?! He's Spiderman?! Oh he's going to pay for not telling me!" You snapped. "Let's go right now!"

You had all arrived at Peter's house, greeted by aunt May who Tony found unusually attractive. Peter then arrived from school and Tony made up a story that Peter applied up for a foundation and that he had accepted. You three went to Peter's room and locked the door. Tony then proceeded to show a video of Spiderman in action, stopping a car from hitting a bus. Peter denied it, saying it's fake because it was on YouTube. Tony found an opening on the ceiling, pushed it open with a bat and a set of familiar red and blue clothes, wrapped on a rope, fell on the floor. Peter immediately snatched it and threw it inside his closet, huffing out; he was totally busted. You crossed your arms, looking at him with a resting bitch face. Peter felt even more sweaty and you rolled your eyes, calming down. The duo had a serious talk about crime fighting and responsibilities. That was when Tony said that they were going to Germany.

"Wait we're going to Germany? Why?" You asked, unaware by that sudden news.

"Yeah um about that... Cap and his team will be there. We're trying to stop them." Tony admitted, scratching the back of his head.

"You two are going to fight?" You asked, shocked.

"Yeah..." He finished and you exhaled.

"You men..." You mumbled and ran a hand through your hair. "Alright let's do this. I'll be on your 'team'." You quoted team with your hands. "However I'm not fighting anyone. I'll... just be there to make sure that no one gets seriously hurt." You said, hugging yourself.

Tony nodded and then brought you all go to the airport. The two teams face each other before fighting. You stood far away from the scene, watching as your family fought. You did your best to protect some from serious injury, other than that, all you could do was watch sadly. At one point, the plane in which Bucky and Steve are in started flying away. Rhodes and Tony went after it and so did Sam. Vision held a worn out Wanda in his his arms, he looked at her sadly before shooting a beam from his Mind Stone towards Sam who dodged it but hir Rhodes square in the center of the suit where the light was. Rhodes lost power of the suit and started falling, Sam went after him and so did Tony. You watched in horror as they tried to reach for Rhodes, only to fail and he hit the ground hard. You screamed Rhodes' name before trying to run to him but Peter stopped you, holding you in his arms as you let the tears fall.

"It's all true... E-everything came true... My worst nightmares came true Peter... Oh God this isn't happening...!" You cried. You then lifted your head up to watch the Quinn jet in which Steve and Bucky were in, disappear in the horizon.

Steve looked behind from the plane with sad eyes, knowing that you were probably looking at his direction.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." He said softly.

You all went back to New York, Peter went home and you went home to the Avengers facility where Rhodes was being scanned for his injuries. You, Tony and Vision watched. Tony asked how it happened and Vision responded that he got distracted and he didn't it was possible for him to do that. You hugged yourself, sad by the fact that your family had just split apart and that someone you cared got badly hurt.

"Go to your room, Y/N, you gotta get some rest. Especially after all that just happened." Tony told you, patting your shoulder with his right hand as his left arm was being held by a supporter but not making eye contact with you.

You nodded and went to your room to collapse onto your bed and cry. God you hated everything right now. You asked FRIDAY where Tony was and the AI replied that he went to see agent Ross to get the location of where Steve was. You decided to call Peter for emotional support and he answered the phone call. You two talked for a long while, probably during the entire Steve and Bucky vs Tony fight. You saw it started to get late and you ended the call. You went to your desk, sitting on your roller chair and went online to check the homework and so you did them, feeling empty. You then heard a knock on your door and told them to come in. Tony came in with a letter and sat down on your bed. You spun your chair around to face you father who had new wounds on his face. You looked at him sadly and he returned the look.

"So you two fought hard I see..." You said.

"Well it was two vs one, quite unfair if you ask me but I managed." He answered and you raise your brow. "Kind of." He added.

"What will happen to him now?" You asked.

"That, I don't know. Steve's pretty much a criminal now. Who knows what he'll do."

You stayed silent at his answer and he sighed, taking your hand and placing a letter on it. You looked at him curiously. He looked at the letter, then you, motionning you to look at it. You did and you saw on the front was 'From Steve'.

"You know I'll always be on your side right?" You told him which made him raise a brow.

"Of course." He said.

"And yet you were still jealous of Steve." You smirked and he scoffed.

"Me? Jealous? Have you forgotten who you're talking to?"

"Tony Everyone-says-I-have-too-big-of-an-ego Stark?" You answered and he gave you an unimpressed look which made you giggle. "I overheard you tell Nat that you hated me talking about Steve all the time, that you felt like I preferred him over you and that one day I'll change sides. Also don't think I haven't noticed you get uncharastically affectionate with me when Steve's around."

"Am I not allowed to show you off as my precious daughter?"

"Everyone knows that already, dad."

"Yeah well-"

"Dad." You cut him off.

"Alright. You caught me. I'm jealous. You happy now?" He admitted, waving his hand in defense.

"I love you Dad, more than anything in this world. I greatly respect Steve's choices and decisions, I adore him for being a great guy, but no matter what, I'll always be with you. Even when the whole world is against you, I'll be there to defend you. Yeah I have a crush on the guy, but in the end you'll always be my favorite man." You told him which made him crack a smile.

"Damn it you're making me emotional. Come here." He said and opened his arms for a hug.

You smiled, got off from your chair to sit next to him on the bed and hugging him. Tony exhaled sharply, you knew he was trying so hard not to let the tears fall. Tony's been through a lot and he often felt like everyone was against him, it makes sense he'd be worried that his own daughter would go against him too one day. He placed a hand on your head, stroking your hair and kissing it. You smiled, feeling the warmth from his body comforting you. You two stayed in that position until Tony pulled away and kissed your forehead, getting up from the bed.

"I better get back to work. Call me if you need anything." He said and you nodded before he left the room.

You opened the envelope than Tony gave you and took out the letter, reading it carefully.

"Y/N,

First I want to apologize for all of this, I know you were very worried about everyone and I'm sorry that things had to turn out this way. Second I wanted to let you know that I'm going under hiding for a while, you don't have to worry about me anymore. I know I hurt you and I'm sorry. Hurting someone I deeply care about is the last thing I wanted to do. I'll miss you. I'll miss our talks, your beautiful singing voice and the hugs we shared. I wish Tony and I agreed on the Accords, I really do. I know he was only doing what he believed in, and that’s all any of us can do, it’s all any of us should. So no matter what, I promise if you — if you need us, if you need me, I’ll be there.

Steve."

At the bottom of the page, there was a beautiful portrait of you made by Steve himself. A tear rolled down your cheek and you wiped it, sniffing. You already missed him, he gave the best hugs but you knew you had to be strong, for his and everyone else's sake. You put the letter back in the enveloppe and placed in on your desk, next to a picture of you, Tony and Steve all together, smiling happily. You cracked a smile, reminiscing the good times you had with the two men and the rest of the Avengers.

Even if they weren't here, you knew that they would want you to keep living your beautiful life.

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Coincidences.

request: Hi! I was wondering if you could write one where Batmom is pregnant and she gets kidnapped and injured (baby is okay.) And batfam goes crazy trying to find her? and I was wondering if you could write one where Batmom is pregnant and she gets kidnapped/gets hurt (but the baby is fine) & batfam goes crazy trying to find her? With a fluffy ending?

Hi! I’m assuming whoever sent this request might have been the same person so I just put the requests together seeing as they are almost exactly difference. Hope you don’t mind! Thank you so much for sending this in. Do enjoy!

Bruce chuckles as he watches you walk around on the room, amused by how frantic you are before he decides to step into the room, leaning against the door frame. “What are you looking for?” 

You look over your shoulder from your position on the floor. You drop the bedsheet upon seeing Bruce and frown. “Have you seen my phone? I lost my glasses too and I can’t remember where in the world I placed my contact lenses either!”

Bruce smiles at you - this is the sight that is very endearing to him and he knows that you only ever show this side of you whenever you are near close family. He pads over to you and helps you up, wrapping an arm around your waist, steadying you. Using his free hand, Bruce reaches for your head and you almost went cross-eyed trying to follow his hand and when he puts his hand in front of you, you let out a sheepish laugh. “Lost something?” Bruce asks cheekily, holding your glasses.

You groan, embarrassed over how you had forgotten the fact that you had placed your glasses on top of your head. “Unbelievable.” Bruce chuckles, shaking his head. He presses his lips to your temple. “Thank you for that but now, can you help me find my phone?” You turn your head to look at him and Bruce eyes you briefly before he pulls out a phone - unfortunately for you, it isn’t your phone. 

“This is WE’s latest phone; we have yet to release this yet to the public but I want to give this to you first. We have some new features that Damian and Tim help construct.” He hands the phone to you and you stare at it in delight; it always make you proud whenever you see something your sons have had a hand in making and this time is no different. “Your phone is with me, actually but I want you to give this phone a try first.”

You nod your head. Knowing Bruce, he probably have had all of your important contacts copied to the new phone as well so you aren’t that worried. “Alright, I need to leave for work now or otherwise, I will be very late and that is not a good first impression.” You pat your husband’s chest and Bruce nods his head. He tilts your head upward and gives you a chaste kiss, one that still leaves you tingling with warmth and love.

“Good luck with work today, Y/N.” Bruce murmurs, rubbing his thumb on your cheek and he bends down slightly so that he is face to face with your stomach. “Don’t give your mother a hard time.” He kisses your bulging stomach and smiles when he feels a kick and you laugh, pressing your hand on top of Bruce’s hair. He straightens up and gives you a genuine smile. “Be careful alright?”

You smile at him, nodding your head. It had taken a whole lot of convincing from you to have your entire family on board with your decision and you are definitely not going to waste this chance. “I am always careful.”

Perhaps, you should have known better than to jinx yourself. You also should have known better than to say those words - mainly because trouble seems to always follow you around, wherever you go and knowing your penchant for being at the right place, the wrong time, you really should not have been surprised. Although this time around, it was not the normal trouble that followed you but instead, this trouble was almost tame in comparison to your other troubles. Almost being the keyword if it wasn’t for the fact that you, along with a few other colleagues you have just met, are being held hostage and one of your colleagues have been shot straight in between the eyes in front of everyone. Really, you should have known better than to say those words.

Jason storms in to the bat cave, the frown on his face set in deep. “What the hell happened?” He growls as he rushes to the monitors, seeing Tim and Damian working hard. Dick spares him a glance.

“We just got word that there was a hostage situation at Ma’s new workplace and Gordon had to call in Batman but at the same time, Bruce can’t go because media caught wind of Ma being one of the hostages and fuck,” Jason startles slightly - Dick only ever cursed when things aren’t looking too good and suddenly, he is gripped with fear for his Ma’s safety. 

“That’s the second body…” Tim trails off and he wishes, he truly wishes he was able to head there but his expertise were needed here and he knows if too many of them appear at the place, someone is bound to make the connection. 

“Body?” Jason stares at Tim incredulously and he pads over to where Tim is sitting. “What the hell?” He stares at the security feed. One of the monitors is showing a few policemen standing by the elevator door, aghast at the sight they have seen. 

“Tt.” Damian is mad at everything but especially at his father who had forbidden him from going to the building, mainly because if he had gone there, the paparazzi will have a field day and it will only be feeding fuel to the fire. “I can get to Mother much better and quicker than those people and we are wasting time!” 

“Master Jason,” Alfred comes up behind them, surprising the boys and Jason turns to look at Alfred sharply. “Master Bruce has a request for you.”

Tears are streaming down your cheeks as you huddle to your supervisor closer - you aren’t sure if you’re crying because you are absolutely scared out of your mind for yourself and your unborn baby or because you had just seen another one of your colleagues getting shot.

“If any of you tries something else, you will meet the same fate!” The man shouts, waving his gun around and despite the training you have received (the boys thought it better for you to be able to defend yourself - but you certainly can’t move with the condition you are in), you are downright scared even if you know that your boys will not let you down or let you get hurt (too much).

Just as the guy turns around to scream at his subordinate, someone throws a smoke bomb inside the office and you have seen enough of smoke bombs to know what is going to happen. What you definitely did not expect was for the guys to start shooting at random.

“Whoever the fuck you think you are - you aren’t scaring us!” The man shouts and you narrowly missed a bullet to the knee, jumping slightly at that.

“Oh, yeah?”

Your tears ceased the moment you heard that familiar growl and your heart jumped at that. There is a lot of yelling (screaming really from the men that had captured everyone) but despite that, all you can hear is the sound of Jason’s voice, threatening and quite possibly killing those men who had threatened your safety.

Everything after that happened like a blur and all you can remember is Red Hood reaching for you, giving you a very tight hug before depositing you first and foremost in the arms of Jim Gordon and that was all you remember before you pass out. 

You wake up to the sound of Damian reading a paragraph from your favourite book and it brings a smile to your face. You turn your head with very little difficulty and true to your thoughts, Damian is sitting by the bed in his chair, reading your favourite book and he has yet to realise that you are awake. 

“Damian,” You call out, voice slightly hoarse from being unused. It made you wonder how long you were out for. Damian pauses reading and stares at you.

“Mother.” He closes the book, placing it aside before he reaches for your hand. Damian is still staring at you but since he is much closer than he had been before, you lift your other free hand to cup his cheek. He leans into the touch. “Tt. You gave everyone a fright.”

You give him an apologetic smile. “Sorry, my little bird. Now, can you please call your father? He must have been beside himself… and if it’s not too much, the rest of your brothers too?” 

Damian nods his head, pulling back from your touch. He almost sighed in disappointment but squares his shoulders. “Of course, mother.” Damian hesitates for the tiniest moment, deciding to simply throw caution to the wind. He leans down to press his lips on your forehead, something that surprised you as you stare at your son in shock - this was the most affectionate thing Damian has ever done to you. “I will be back with Father and the rest.” He gives you something that borderlines an embarrassed smile and you simply watch him leave the room.

Bruce cradles you in his arms gently, finally having some of your time to himself. When Damian had called for him and the rest, Bruce had initially assumed the worst - something happened to you undetected by the doctor, something had happened to the baby - but the moment he stepped inside your room, Bruce was immediately washed with immense relief when he saw you sitting on the bed, reading through a book.

The boys had a more extreme reaction especially Dick and Tim whom had to stay behind. Hugs were exchanged and you could not have been more proud with the two of them, even if there were casualties out of that hostage situation. Dick couldn’t stop holding on to your hand - this briefly reminded you of the time when Dick was still young and when he still thought the sun shone out of you - and Tim kept on rambling about this and that, happy and excited beyond relief.

Jason had almost didn’t want to come close to you but you beckoned him over and even though everyone in the room saw it, they all decided to keep quiet, letting Jason have his moment with the woman who had practically raised him. You kissed his forehead, thankful for the fact that he was Red Hood. Jason is fiercely protective of you and what he had done to save you cemented that fact. 

Damian had been the hardest to shoo out of the bedroom. Because he is (currently) the youngest of the bunch, he had wanted to stay with you throughout the entire night, almost willing to move himself into your bedroom which had been the point where Bruce drew the line and told Damian to come back the next morning because he wanted to spend some time with you. 

Which brings us to where Bruce is currently cradling you ever so gently in his arms and you are content with being held in his safe, strong arms, ear pressed against his chest so you can listen to that steady beating of his heart. It brings tears to your eyes at the reminder of how lucky you are to be alive right now. 

Bruce rubs your back soothingly, having felt a few stray tears hitting his collarbone. “If you ever need to talk to someone,” He murmurs and you nod your head. “I’m glad you’re alive, Y/N and that our baby is fine too.” He places a hand on your stomach.

“Me too, Bruce.” You whisper, turning to look at your husband. “If it wasn’t for that mobile phone, I really don’t think we would have made it out alive so really, thank you.” You say earnestly and Bruce kisses your temple, your forehead and your nose, content with letting his actions show you just how glad he is.

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Unexpected Consequence 11 (Final)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11    

Got7 x Reader

Gang!Au

Angst

A/N: SURPRISE! THE LAST CHAPTER IS ALREADY DONE! YAY! A huge thank you to everyone who supported us in our first fanfic together! We really appreciate everyone who stuck by us throughout our venture. I'm so happy that Gaisho has agreed to be my partner in future projects. Our next fic will be a real treat featuring BTS! So please, hit that follow button to stay updated on our latest fics. Anyway, here is the last and final chapter of Unexpected Consequence! Enjoy and we will see you in our next book!

Disclaimer: This story is not in any way shape or form true. This is purely fiction. All the boys from Got7 are very sweet and charming guys that wouldn't hurt a fly. I love them all so much. So please, check them out! They are amazing people. Also, G-Dragon and T.O.P have been introduced. Those two are also the kindest and funniest guys out there, they are nothing like in this story. I will always consider Big Bang the king's of K-pop (they brought me into this fandom I can no longer escape from).

Trigger Warning: There will be swearing, kidnapping, holding hostage, torture and mentions of killing and drugs. So if you are uncomfortable with any of this, please don't read!

Chapter 11:

        G-Dragon drops your hair and in shock he steps back while T.O.P lowers his pistol in disbelief.

        “DAMNIT! YOUNGJAE YOU BETTER GET US THE HELL OUT OF HERE!” Jinyoung exclaims after hearing that you offered the deal.

        “It’s so heavily encrypted that our system is taking longer than expected. I need a little more time!” Beads of sweat start to trickle down Youngjae’s face. Yugyeom puts a hand on Youngjae’s shoulder in support.

        “We don’t have time! She’s about to give herself up for us!” Jinyoung screams and punches the wall, trying to hold back his tears.

        G-Dragon regains his composure and smirks at you. “I knew you would come around.” He snaps his fingers and a henchman comes over to you to undo your restraints. You rub your wrists and ankles.

        Bambam’s eyes widen and struggles against his restraints. “Y/N, please don’t do this! We don’t deserve it!”  T.O.P points the gun back at Bambam’s head, shutting him up quick. But his eyes don’t leave you.

        Another henchman appears and hands over a collar and leash to G-Dragon. He then places the collar around your neck. “It’s official. You’re my slave now.”

        “There! I got it!” Youngjae excitedly says.

        “Be careful guys, they have a lot of henchman wandering around,” JB says in a serious voice.

        “We got this! HYAAHHH!!” Jackson wildly screams, as he hears the buzz of the cell doors opening. The three of them bolt through the holding cell and easily took care of BigBang’s henchman.

        “We’re coming, Y/N” Jinyoung whispers to himself.

        The three barge through the doors and pant heavily. Looking around, they spot Bambam still tied to the chair. But this time, you were standing next to G-Dragon, you’re head down in shame.

        “Jinyoung! Mark! Jackson! Finally. Took you long enough,” Bambam says happily.

        G-Dragon pulls the leash and makes you get on your knees before him. You look to Jinyoung and a tear streams down your face. You mouth the words, “I’m sorry."

        Jinyoung clenches his fists and starts to run after G-Dragon, but the sound of the pistol being cocked stops him. “Uh uh! I would stop right there if I were you, or this one gets it.” T.O.P says as he holds Bambam’s neck and has the pistol pointed at his temple again.

        “Why so serious, huh?” G-Dragon giggles once again. “This pathetic little thing just agreed to being my slave in exchange for your freedom. The door is right there boys. Help yourselves out and don’t come back,” he motions to a secret exit that a few henchman open for them.

        T.O.P undoes the restraints and picks Bambam up by the arm and throws him to the rest of the guys. Jackson catches the slightly weakened boy, standing him up straight. Bambam silently nods a thanks before returning his attention to the situation at hand. T.O.P slowly joins G-Dragon by his side and has the pistol pointed in the direction of the guys.

        Jinyoung still was not having it, “Y/N, why? Why are you doing this to yourself? We’re the ones who did this to you! We’re just scum who tortured you. I…I tortured you.” Jinyoung clenches his fists.  “We don’t deserve your kindness!”

        G-Dragon smiles a cocky grin. He was humored by all of this, “Yes, slave. Explain to them why.”

        Tears start to flow down your cheeks harder than ever. G-Dragon pulls on the leash for your attention, and you look over to Jinyoung and the rest of them. JB, Youngjae, and Yugyeom are all fixated on the screen and impatiently wait for you to speak.

        “It’s funny really. First, Got7 captured me and I just really hated the world at that moment. I got a lousy father that got me in this mess and then I’m tangled up with the notorious gang Got7. I mean, what kind of people take an innocent girl hostage? Even after being tortured twice, I still stick with my decision to be G-Dragon’s slave. Why? The more time I spent around you all and heard your stories…I felt something. Even after what you guys did, at dinner, I felt like I was a part of something real. I know that sounds crazy, considering what went down. But I could really tell that all of you truly care for each other like a family. No, you are a family. A family who obviously cares for one another, despite the situation you all were put in. A-and, Jinyoung…” Your voice starts to shake.

        “Y/N…” Jinyoung says as he tries to take a step closer, but T.O.P still points the pistol straight at him.

        You take a deep breath. “I love you, Jinyoung! I couldn’t help, but fall in love with you. I know it’s twisted. But, you and your twisted family deserve to live and keep growing. Half of you would probably be homeless or dead by now if it wasn’t for JB and this gang. You all came from terrible pasts but have overcome it all. It is because I admire your family and that I love you that I must do this…I’m so sorry.” Your voice cracks as you look down once again.

        “NO! I will not stand for this!” Jinyoung declares, no longer able to hold back his tears.

        You look up at the group of boys. The look on your face has changed, which scared them all. It was a face and voice void of emotion. “Well, then I’ll just have to prove that I’m G-Dragon’s slave.”

        G-Dragon’s smirk widens as he starts to give you orders, “Kiss my feet, my dear slave.”

        You weakly say, “Yes, Master.” Swallowing your pride you get down on all fours and plant a kiss on each foot.

        All the boy’s felt their hearts sink as they watched, especially Jinyoung’s. “Stop, Y/N. I love you too! Don’t do this, please…”

        G-Dragon nods in approval, “Now, get up and kiss me, my dear slave. I want them all to see this.” He yanks on the leash, forcing you to your feet.

        G-Dragon reels you in with the leash and the other hand wraps around your waist. You look up at your new Master’s face for a split second. It really is a beautiful face, but behind those eyes is something very dark and twisted you will never be able to care about. But what choice did you have? You knew what you had to do to prove it. Just then, you passionately kiss G-Dragon while his eyes remained wide open to see Jinyoung’s and the boy’s reactions.

        Jinyoung’s heart broke and he fell to his knees, Bambam covers his mouth and looks the other way trying not to throw up, and Mark looks down with pure sadness and guilt.

        G-Dragon twists you around so that the front of your body faces them. He kisses and bites your neck like a ravenous animal and heavily gropes your breast. You do not flinch, for fear of G-Dragon breaking the deal, but your eyes shows how empty you feel. He then pushes you back to the ground and wipes his lips. “The bitch is mine, there’s nothing more you can do about it,” G-Dragon claims with a dirty smirk.

        Jinyoung lowers his head; his eyes darken in pure rage and voice dripping with hate. “That’s it. Boys, formation!”

        Upon that signal, JB then signals to Youngjae, “That’s our cue, hit it!” Youngjae nods and cuts the lights in the room.

        T.O.P yells for backup, “Open fire!”

        Mark and Jackson spring into action and fight off every henchman that tries to come their way. Bambam grins wickedly and quickly runs over toward T.O.P and bounces off a wall to take an aerial downward kick to his head and takes his pistol to turn it on him. “Why so serious, T.O.P?” He proudly laughs.

        Jinyoung immediately comes from behind and takes down G-Dragon. They both tumble down and try to get leverage. Jinyoung straddles G-Dragon and grabs him by the shirt, “Y/N is mine, you hear me?!” as he lays several punches to his face. He then pulls out one of his pistols and cocks it, shoving the barrel under G-Dragons throat. “You know, I’ve killed a man for much less than what you’ve done.” He snarls.

        Mark and Jackson cleared the room with their swift assassin skills and held the exit open, “Jinyoung, Bambam, let’s go! As much as I’d love to beat this scum to death, Y/N needs urgent medical attention, we don’t have time!” Mark signals for the rest of the gang.

        Bambam pistol whips T.O.P, almost knocking him out, and quickly scrams to the door. Jinyoung gives one last punch to the man underneath him and climbs off. He turns to you and gently sweeps you off your feet as to not hurt you any futher.  Cradling you in his arms, he runs toward the door.

        The four boys of Got7 make their way out the secret exit and escapes. T.O.P stumbles as he tries to get up, “What the fuck just happened!? Damnit, we need to round up more men and – “ G-Dragon lays his hand on T.O.P’s chest.

        “Let them go. For now.” He slowly gets up and looks to the open door that the gang escaped to, biting his lip in irritation. “This won’t be the last they see of me. Y/N will be mine.” He wipes off the blood that drips from his face.

Back at the Got7 Headquarters

        Mark, Jackson and Bambam walk in all beaten up, but happy to arrive. Yugyeom runs to hug Bambam, who gives Yugyeom a smack across the shoulder for lying to him, but instantly smiles in relief to see his best friend. Youngjae runs up to the assassins to congratulate them on their good work and inspect their battle wounds.

        JB stands by to bask in this accomplishment and smiles, watching his family finally be together again. All the boys celebrate with high-fiving each other and with pats on each other’s backs.

        Jinyoung slowly appears with you still in his arms. You feel his heartbeat become more still and calm. You start to blush as all of them look to you and Jinyoung. His face turns bright red as he lets you down. You stumble slightly, still trying to regain the strength in your legs.

        JB walks up to you to greet you with a comforting smile and a pat on the shoulder, “Well, Y/N, you sure pulled one hell of a stunt back there.”

        “Ah, yeah. I guess I did.” You nervously giggle, but all the boys smile in your direction, happy that you’re okay.

        Youngjae appears before you with water, bandages, and medicine, “You’re in pretty bad shape, here.” Youngjae starts bandaging you up. You hiss when he touches the stab woulds and re-opened cut marks, but you let him do his work.

        Jackson wimpers, “Waaaahhh, what about me, sunshine?” The rest of the gang roll their eyes while you try to cover up a laugh.

        Mark comes by your side and rubs your shoulder, “I’m so sorry this happened. Everything is my fault. Please forgive me.” You place your hand on his and nod your head in forgiveness.

        “So, what now?” Yugyeom asks to the leader.

        “Well, Y/N, you have a choice. You may go, or you could join our family. It may not be perfect, but, rest assured you would be protected for life.”JB tilts his head.

        "Wait, what about my fathers debt?" You furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

        JB nods. "Well, considering this is somewhat our fault in the beginning, we're going to wave this incident." Mark rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment and guilt. "But we'd still like it if you became part of the family. We've grown rather fond of you."

        Jackson jumps with happiness and Bambam quickly intrudes, “Yeah! You could be a part of our gang and have a role just like each of us! Right, leader-nim?” He laughs.

        “Ah ,yes, well…” just then your phone starts to go off again. You pick it up and see that it’s your father. You look around the room and think in retrospect to the events that occurred. Do you really want to go back to a household where you don’t know when you’ll be alone? Wondering what days your father would be drugged up or what days he’d be sober? Or do you want to be a part of a fucked up yet stable family of misfits who always have each others back no matter what?

        “Y/N, it’s 100% your choice, and we will support it either way,” JB nods to you.

        You look at the phone still ringing in your hand. You put your finger on the red ignore button and swipe. “I want to rewrite history and put that life behind me. I want to be part of Got7.”

        JB, Mark and Jackson smile, while Bambam, Yugyeom and Youngjae yell out in happiness. Jinyoung just stares at you in awe, his smile growing wide at the thought of you being with him. “I guess that’s that. Welcome to Got7, Y/N. I officially give you the role of the bait. You will act as undercover for our gang to get intel from our enemies and pretend to be an escort.”

         Jinyoung waves a fist at JB, narrowing his eyes, “You’re out of your damn mind! There’s no way in hell I’m going to let you put her out in danger like that!”

         You come up behind Jinyoung and grab him so that he faces you. “I don’t think you realize that you guys are not the only one with tricks up their sleeve, babe. Besides, Jackson and Mark can train me in combat and Yugyeom can teach me how to handle a weapon.” The boy’s ‘ooh’ at your response and nod in agreement. “I love you, Jinyoung. Thank you for saving me.”

        Jinyoung comes close to kissing you. But, Bambam butts in suddenly. “Wait, wait! What about me? Why don’t you love me?” He points to his once scary face, but now adorable and kid-like. You smile at the boy but then he sneaks a kiss from your lips. You look back in surprise, not knowing how to respond.

        “What the hell do you think you’re doing with my girl, huh!? You got a death wish, boy?!” Jinyoung yells and starts to chase a hysterical Bambam in a beeline around the room. “I’m going to kill you, you son of a bitch!”

        All the boys burst out in hysterical laughter. You smile the biggest smile. For once in your life, you feel truly happy that you belong in something so pure and raw. Though, a twisted family, you know you’re just as twisted yourself.

        You shake your head and laugh. Jinyoung has Bambam pinned to the ground, but you tap Jinyoung’s back to get his attention.

        “Damnit, Jinyoungie. Come here and kiss me already,” you grab his soft face and bring it towards yours. A lovely kiss to mark the end, but the beginning of a new life. The life with the Got7 gang.

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Metamorphosis: Recap

Then:

Remember when Cas was Team Heaven? How far we’ve come. (Also, we’re neck deep in “Sam is loving that demon blood”)

Now:

Sam and Ruby have a demon held hostage, and after some fun back and forth banter, Sam sucks the demon out of his vessel and sends him straight to hell. Ruby’s proud of her little Padawan. Dean, who secretly witnessed Sam’s little trick, seems less than impressed. And as Sam is helping the former meatsuit stand, Dean reveals himself. Before Sam can explain himself, Dean demands to know who his buddy really is. “Good to see you again, Dean,” Ruby smirks. With Ruby’s real identity unmasked, Dean tries taking her out (with her own blade), but Sam intercedes.

At an impasse, Ruby takes the wounded man to the hospital, and Dean, too pissed to talk, walks away from Sam without a word.

Later, Sam is alone in the motel, presumably reading up on how to move beyond regretful sartorial choices, when Dean shows up. Dean’s still not talking, and just starts to pack his bags. Sam wants to talk, but Dean just punches him a couple times. “Do you even know how far off the reservation you’ve gone?” Sam tells Dean that he can send demons back to hell. Aggghhh, this whole scene is Supernatural 101. It’s so important for this season —for most seasons, for understanding Sam, who he was, who he thinks he still is. And it’s so great for how far Dean has changed. (Sidenote: I wonder if there’s a gif set of all the times Dean has smashed lamps in anger?) Sam pleads with Dean that what he’s doing is good. Dean wonders why he hid it from him then. Dean then says that “God doesn’t want you doing this.” Hmm, like we know that Cas didn’t get his orders from God, but Chuck will tell Sam that drinking demon blood is wrong!?!? Anyway, before the brothers can continue their conversation, Sam gets a call —they have a case.

Carthage, Missouri

A very hungry man is devouring his dinner. His wife is slightly concerned when he dives into his third steak of the night. He’s never felt better though! Later, as he’s brushing his teeth, his spine does some funky stuff. Looks painful to say the least.

On the road, Dean fills Sam in on his trip back in time.

“I can’t believe it! Mom? A hunter?” Hahaha. Oh, Sammy. Ok, I don’t think either son fully grasped that fact really. They continue discussing the craziness that is their Campbell side of the family, when Sam mentions demon blood. Dean didn’t tell him about the demon blood but Sam apparently knew about it for a year. Dean is A-OK with Sam keeping that little secret. Yep, totally cool.

Meanwhile, Hungry Man, or Jack, is impatiently waiting for dinner.

The boys are staking out Jack’s house. Their hunting buddy, Travis, told them to keep an eye out for anything weird. So far, Dean is less than impressed with this job.

Patience evaporated, Jack digs into some leftover chicken from the fridge. How disgusting is it to watch him eat? I know it’s the point, but ugh. Not a fan. He quickly goes from cooked chicken to uncooked beef. I can barely watch this. Blarf. Sam and Dean concur.

Back at their motel, Sam and Dean find Travis, the hunter buddy of John’s who called Sam. They briefly catch up before Travis reveals why he called them. “Boys, we’ve got a rugaru on our hands.” They start human but go through a metamorphosis, “like a maggot turning into a bull fly.” They’re hungry —for most everything, and then just “long pig”, or human flesh.

As Travis talks, we’re shown Jack, hungry as ever, stalking the family fridge, when his wife cuts her hand. She needs stitches, but instead of helping her, he runs. See, one bite of human flesh, the change is complete. “They feed once, they’re a monster forever.” *Is this relevant to the season 12 story? Alert* It seems that this particular form of monster is hereditary. Travis killed his father, and now Jack must go too.

At a bar, Jack is busy munching on very unsatisfying peanuts and slamming back whiskeys, and trying not to fantasize about his wife’s cut finger. He tries standing up for a lady towards some fat, sweaty dick, and ending up pulverizing the dude’s wrist. Shocked at his own strength, he leaves in a hurry.

Travis informs Dean that fire is the only way to take out a rugaru.

Sam comes back to the motel. He’s been doing research on rugaru lore. It seems that some rugaru never take that final step. They never transform. Travis calls the stories that Sam read fairytales. Sam insists that they need to talk to Jack, tell him what’s happening so he can fight it. And then we get the --don’t read too much into it because it’ll break your heart—exchange: Travis asks, “You’ve ever been really hungry? I mean, ‘haven’t eaten in days’ hungry?” and Dean’s very hungry response, “Yeah.” (Too late. My heart is broken.) Travis is on Team Kill Him No Matter What and Sam is on Team Only If He Kills Someone.

Back at the house Michelle prepares a nice, relaxing cup of post-ER coffee when Jack shows up again. He looms over her, apologizing profusely for flaking out on her. “Blood’s never bothered you before,” she says, softening towards him.

“Well,” he replies ominously, “I’ve changed.”

He passionately kisses her, but it swiftly turns rapey and she shoves him away, angry and disgusted. Jack runs off.

In the Impala, Dean asks Sam if he’s willing to finish the job, a.k.a burn a guy alive. “He’s gonna turn. They always turn,” Dean says. Sam still holds out hope for the guy, though. Dean, ever the subtle, tactful sort, says, “Nice dude, but he’s got something evil inside him. Something in his blood. Maybe you can relate.” (It is SUCH a dick thing to say. I have to remind myself that Dean just got out of Hell, he’s got angels all up in his business, and he chronically suffers from self-hatred that he liberally overflows onto others. Still. Dick move, Dean.)

Sam is NOT taking that shit (good on you, Sammy) and orders Dean to stop the car. They get out of Baby so Sam can read Dean the riot act. The reason he hasn’t told Dean is because Dean treats Sam like an idiot, a freak, someone who can’t tell the difference between right and wrong. 

“I’ve got demon blood in me, Dean. This disease pumping in my veins and I can’t ever rip it out or scrub it clean. I’m a whole new level of freak.” Sam is just trying to make something good come out of the curse.

Dean (to everyone’s surprise?) chills out a little bit. He agrees to go talk to Jack about his rugaru affliction before they make any kind of combative move.

They find Jack watering his garden disconsolately. 

Sam tells Jack that they want to talk to him about how he’s “changing.”

“Your appetite’s reaching hungry hungry hippo levels,” Dean helpfully contributes, telling Jack that he’s a rugaru. “Let’s skip the whole ‘you guys sound crazy,’ shall we?” They know Jack has been craving “long pig. A little man-burger helper.” (Damn it, Dean.)

To clinch their masterful hunter-savior sales pitch, the Winchesters tell him that his real father was killed by hunters for being a murderous rugaru.

That news goes over just about as well as you’d expect, and Jack orders them to leave his property.

Later that night, Jack sits at a bus stop listening to a voicemail from Michelle begging him to come home. He sees a woman who bears a close resemblance to his wife (I thought it was at first and was so confused - I’m terrible at facial recognition) at her window getting ready for bed. When she closes the curtains, he gets up from the bench and heads for the fire escape outside of her window.

“Damn it, Jack,” Sam says from inside the Impala where he and Dean have presumably been sitting and spying on him for...minutes or hours in their super incognito car. (Between them and Jack it’s like a nesting doll of spying.) They grab their improvised flame torches and head for the apartment complex.

From the fire escape, Jack watches the woman undress as he shakes outside the window. She turns out the light and he suddenly sees his reflection in the now dark window and gasps. He looks pale, sick, and half rabid. Horrified, he flees the scene. 

Meanwhile, Dean and Sam burst into the woman’s apartment. “We’re here to save you, I guess,” Dean says waving his flame thrower around awkwardly. They quickly realize there is not currently a bloody rugaru attack going down, they’ve become the creepiest people in the room, and they flee the scene as well.  

Jack heads home, calling for Michelle when he gets inside. He finds her tied to a chair. Travis sneaks behind Jack and drugs him with a chloroform soaked rag. Jack wakes to find himself tied up. He desperately tells Michelle to stay calm and give the crazy home intruder anything they want.

Travis reveals that he’s a hunter and Jack begs Travis for their lives - Michelle’s in particular since she’s innocent.

Travis apologizes but claims that Michelle is part of it now. When she opened the door to a crazy home invader, she begged for her life by saying, “Don’t hurt me, because I’m pregnant.” Fuuuuuuck.

Travis pulls out a gas can and starts shaking fuel all over the living room. Or...the couch? It was unclear. Regardless, Jack desperately begins to hulk out in a last ditch attempt to save their lives. The scene even intercuts to animations of blood pumping so you KNOW it’s serious.

JACK SMASH. He and Travis tangle on the floor until, what was briefly a normal desperate fight for your life situation, turns a bit more beastly. Jack rips open Travis’ shirt and takes a great big bite out of Travis’ neck. Travis dies quickly as Jack consumes his throat and shoulder.

Now that Jack has eaten “long pig” (UGH) he begins to transform into a pale, wrinkly creature (not unlike the first vampire from Buffy). Michelle weeps to witness this and Jack approaches her in comfort. Sorry, buddy. You are covered in man-burger helper. Jack unties her and begs brokenly as she runs out of the house. After she leaves he looks down at the hunter lying dead on the floor.

Sam and Dean pull up to the house, spotting Travis’ car outside. They tsk over Travis’ hotheaded ways, then walk inside to find an empty house, a massive blood stain on the floor, and a trail of gore leading around the corner. The bloody trail, like every rainbow in an evil mirror universe, ends in a pile of entrails.

“I guess you were right about Jack,” Sam sadly admits.

There’s no time for Dean to rub Sam’s face in it (gross), or to wax on about evil monsters never changing their ways. Out of nowhere Jack attacks Dean and knocks Sam out. Sam wakes up some time later, trapped in a closet. He yells for his brother.

“Dean can’t come to the phone right now,” Jack says brokenly.

Dean’s alive but knocked out and Jack stares and stares at his pretty, pretty throat. (Sorry, guys, that got weird.) ANYWAY, Jack tells Sam about Travis trying to burn Michelle alive. When Sam asks why Travis went after Michelle, Jack pretends not to know to protect her life and his unborn child’s.

Jack creeps up on Dean and licks some of his spilled blood from the table. “I can’t ever see my family again,” says the monster who now has nothing to lose.

Sam tries to stay calm and works at picking the lock. (In this rare Supernatural episode, Sam becomes the Winchester struggling to get out of the closet.)(Boris: Bwaahhh!)

He tells Jack that he doesn’t have to be a monster. “It doesn’t matter what you are. It only matters what you do.” Aw! Keep telling yourself that, Sammy. (Seriously, keep telling everyone that all the way through season eleventy-billion. They need to hear it.)

Jack writhes in agony and leans towards Dean with his hungry, hungry mouth opening hippo wide. Sam busts out of the closet just in time and torches Jack.

Later, in the Impala Dean tells Sam that he did the right thing - torching Jack. He had turned into a monster. Dean apologizes for being “kinda hard” on Sam. But “your psychic thing scares the crap outta me.” Good talk, Dean. A+ social skills.

In response, Sam is just done.™ Dean can’t understand where Sam is coming from and Sam is tired of talking to his judgy brother about it. “These powers,” Sam says, finally. “It’s playing with fire. I’m done with ‘em.”

Dean tells him he’s relieved and you can just sense he’s about to launch into another Mean Lean Dean Bean Lecture. He doesn’t get the chance, though. Sam tells Dean that stopping using his powers is his choice - he‘s not doing it for Dean or angels or anyone. So there. (Sticks out tongue.)

Natasha: It’s been such a long time since I rewatched this that I forgot basic things, like if Jack ever even fully transformed into a rugaru. I also forgot that this episode gave us the “whole new level of freak” quote and laid much of the groundwork for the tension between the brothers in the later half of the season.

Supernatural has revisited this question many times: does being a monster automatically make you guilty/evil by association? We’re examining that in season 12 with the British Men of Letters so the tension between the brothers in this episode feels especially relevant. They’ve both come a long way. Sam, in feeling less guilty and Dean, in chilling out and being willing to give people the benefit of the doubt. It’ll be interesting to see how their experiences shape the way they deal with the BMoL. I can imagine similar conversations with Mary, Mick, or Ketch in the future - probably, let’s be honest, in just two weeks when things get hairy for Claire-bear.

Quote-burger Helper:

The knife kills the victim. What I do - most of them survive!

If I didn’t know you, I would wanna hunt you.

I told you we shoulda hid the beer.

Sam loves research. He does. He keeps it under his mattress, right next to his KY.

We’re people who know a little something about something.

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