a few best man

friendly reminder that katara, with no formal training, held her own against a waterbending master at age fourteen by being perseverant, strong-willed, and unyielding.

friendly reminder that sokka, without leadership from his father, held his own in a group of benders as the strategist, planner, and warrior by being inventive, adaptable, and hardworking.

friendly reminder that katara, with a few weeks under pakku’s tutelage, mastered waterbending and could best any man or woman in the northern tribe.

friendly reminder that sokka, with days under the guidance of piandoa, mastered swordsmanship, forged his own sword, and bested the master himself.

friendly reminder that katara, a waterbender, took down the fire nation princess during sozin’s comet with the aide of her wit and skill.

friendly reminder that sokka, a warrior, took out a fleet of fire nation airships with the aide of his wit, his skill, and his friends.

friendly reminder that katara, the girl who took on the role of her mother, held together a band of misfits in the most trying times. 

friendly reminder that sokka, the one who thought was not special, stuck by his sister and his friends through everything.

friendly reminder that these two characters stand as amazing veterans from a tribe where no one thought twice about bowing down to the fire nation. 

friendly reminder that these two characters traveled the world with a twelve year old and his bison because they took a chance on destiny.

friendly reminder that these two characters are role models to children all over the world.

friendly reminder that these two characters stuck by the theme of the show: they took control of their own destiny and saved the world.

now remind me, friends, what makes katara and sokka so replaceable? 

lets-meet-there  asked:

Hello! I was wondering if I could request fics about wonderful Wedding and Honeymoon Adventures? (you're amazing).

Hi! Thanks for all these requests! These fics are so cute!


Wedding Fics


the clavicle-snapped wish by astoryaboutwar, Mature, 6.5k
The sun glints off their twin gold bands, the band strikes up their first dance, and together, they follow each other into the rest of their lives. SO CUTE 

What happens In Vegas Stays In Vegas by Gayson, Teen, 21k
What better place to hold a bachelor part then Vegas! Yuuri and his groomsman: Emil, Minami, Seung Gil, Otabek, and Phichit all embark on the craziest night of their lives thanks to the few connections the best man has within Sin City. LOVE!

Simple Misunderstandings by wine_did_this_to_me, Gen, 2.8k
Yuuri has finally won a gold medal, and when he and Viktor return to Russia, Viktor begins behaving strangely. He asks Yuuri strange questions and forces him to buy a new suit, and takes up discussing color schemes at all hours of the day, and finally, he realizes he might be misunderstanding Viktor’s intentions. Pre-wedding! Thumbs up!

vows by fan_nerd, Gen, 1.1k
The wedding is held on April 12th after Yuuri receives his first gold medal at a major event. I’m totally not sobbing *sobs*

On the Wedding Night of Two Lovebirds by leoji_is_life (pie_stained_trench_coat), Explicit, 3.7k
“Shouldn’t you be dancing with your husband?”
“Mmm, I don’t mind watching.”
“Uh huh.” Phichit raised an eyebrow when Viktor turned to look at him. “Are you sure he doesn’t mind you just watching?” OMG 

How to Be a Good Husband by phoenixwings, Teen, 2.7k
It’s not that he’s having second thoughts about getting married — Victor’s never wanted anything as much in his life as he wants to marry Yuuri, he’d trade all his gold medals and wealth for the privilege of being Yuuri’s husband — but he has no idea how to be a husband. SO CUTE!

We’re Going to Have a Wedding! by rememberednoah, Gen, 17k
After an intense figure skating season, Yuuri and Viktor decide to take a well earned break. Why? Well, there’s the small matter of having to plan their wedding. As the pair relaxes in their rented apartment in the States, they discover just how stressful wedding planning can be. Maybe they should have asked for some help… But this sort of stress can work as a bonding experience, right? Wedding planning fic! I AM ACTUALLY SOBBING I LOVE THIS 

Newlywed Bliss by garbage_dono, Explicit, 1.5k
After the ceremony, Victor and Yuuri celebrate their marriage together. Bottom!Victor!

the warmest part of winter by dadvans, Mature, 8k
The wedding is in early February, right after Yuri comes home to Yuuri and Victor’s crumbling farmhouse in upstate New York from the European Championships with a gold medal around his neck. So cute, I love the art in it!

One Night to Blow by qwartooty, Teen, 3.2k
in which Yuuri gets drunk, Viktor probably gets a boner, and Phichit finally gives his best man’s speech. BIG THUMBS UP

Wedding Presents by BatMads, Gen, 1.7k
Victor has a wedding present to give Yuri on their honeymoon, and it’s better than anything Yuri could have expected. Lovely one-shot!

5 Hidden Talents of Yuuri Katsuki (And one not so hidden) by Fangirlshrewt97, Gen, 16k
There are only a few days to the Victuuri wedding so all the skaters have joined our favorite couple at Hatsetsu in the days leading up to it. During their stay, they all learn some new things about the Japanese skater that they had previously not known. Love!

Something Borrowed, Something Red by bibliomaniac, Gen, 1.5k
Kenjirou Minami is feeling incredibly #blessed. The wedding from Minami’s point of view! SO CUTE I LOVE

Wedding Night by utlaginn, Explicit, 3.6k
The world may not believe it, but they haven’t yet shared a bed.Yuuri decides that that changes–tonight, of all nights. Smutty and sweet!

sight of the sun by cityboys, Teen, 6.4k
It’s still new, reaching inside himself and finding nothing but love there, and a yearning for life—for the rest of his own life—that’s never been this sort of present before. It’s still new, just like the band on his own ring finger is still a wonder, just like seeing Yuuri’s own band has not stopped giving Victor such a dizzying rush of emotion every time he sees it, days after the wedding. HONEYMOON FIC

Get me to the Church On Time by InsominiacArrest, Teen, 4.1k
Everyone on the big day as Victor and Yuuri prepare to get hitched. CUTEE

honey sweet and slow by alykapedia, Explicit, 2.5k
Viktor wakes not for the first time to the sound of waves, the faintest rustle of sheets, and most importantly, the sound of Yuuri’s steady breathing. I adore this honeymoon fic! 

we’ll call this place our home by perennials, Gen, 2.2k
The Big Day approaches, and Viktor seeks advice from various members of the Katsuki family. I LOVE THIS

Always and Forever (Stay Close to Me-YOIWeek2017) by paxton1976, Mature, 5k
Battling nerves, Yuuri embarks on the greatest journey of his life with Viktor. LOVE!

Bad Idea

Requested.
Who:
Peter Parker
Prompt : “It seemed like a good idea yesterday.” 

“You’re an idiot.” [Y/N] huffed out. 

Peter reached for his mask, tearing it off his head, he frowned. “I am not.” 

[Y/N] rolled her head and dramatically gave him an irritated look. It had only been a few months of knowing that her best friend was Spider-Man and after she got past the initial shock, she started to help Peter learn the new gadgets and gizmos the new spider suit had to offer.  Arching a brow, she motioned towards their situation. “Really?” 

Groaning, he crossed his arms over his chest, which caused him to bounce slightly from all the webbing that was currently surrounding them. Peter scoffed, “It seemed like a good idea yesterday.” 

Closing her eyes, she shook her head. “And how exactly did you think messing around with the coding of Tony Stark’s invention would be a good idea?” Opening her eyes, she arched a brow. “Please enlighten me. Because I’m having trouble comprehending why and how that was going to be a good idea.” 

“Well, I didn’t think it would blow up….” Peter trailed as he looked around him. They were strung up about ten feet off the ground with one of his webbing gadget sitting on the concrete floor. He had spent the last fifteen minutes rewiring the suit despite the warnings [Y/N] had gave him. 

"What did you think would happen?!” [Y/N] grilled, her eyes were narrowed as she gave him a look that could kill. She loved Peter with every inch of her soul but sometimes she swore he didn’t have a lick of common sense underneath that genius brain of his. And sometimes, she even dreamed of a life where Peter wasn’t causing chaos. “That unicorns and rainbows would be sprouting out of your wrists?” 

Peter grinned, “That’d be so awesome. A nice element of surprise.” 

“Oh my god….” 

“I’m kidding,” Peter joked. “It was kind of stupid to think I could mess around with the suit,” he started to yank the webbing off his arms and legs. “But, how can I feel safe if I don’t know it’s limits?” Crawling gracefully towards her, he frowned. “How can I keep anyone, even you, safe if I don’t know how far I can use it.” 

[Y/N] scoffed, rolling her eyes, “Oh, god, Peter. Please don’t give me that sappy hero talk about wanting the world to be a safer place for me.” Struggling to remove the web from herself, she whimpered out. “I…can…take care…of….myself.” 

Peter smirked, “Yeah, uh, I can see that. You’re doing great.” 

Giving up, she narrowed her eyes and motioned towards it all. “Just get me out of this thing, will you?” 

“Oh, yeah, sure, sure. No problem. I just, you know, didn’t want to assume you needed my help or anything.” He grinned at her expression. “Cause you know that would be the last thing I wanted to do.” 

“Peter!” 

“Okay, alright.” Peter laughed as he yanked her out of the web. Pulling her close to his chest, he smirked again. “Would you like some assistance or are you just going to jump and break some bones?” 

[Y/N] looked up at Peter and quirked a brow, “I prefer to have all my bones in tact but if I have to jump then I will.” 

Peter scoffed. “You wouldn’t.” 

“Oh yeah?” [Y/N] countered.

Panic started to set in his bones as he felt [Y/N] pull away from him. “[Y/N],” Peter warned. “What are you doing?” Struggling to get a better grip on her, he yelled out when she pushed off of him and started to fall. “[Y/N]!” Using the one webbing gadget that was still attached to him, he shot out a web and gave a sigh of relief as he caught her just in time. 

Jumping down from the height, he narrowed his eyes at his best friend. “You’re fucking insane.” He growled. 

[Y/N] gave him a cheeky grin, “I mean…..you said I wouldn’t and,” she poked him on the nose, “I did.” 

Grabbing her by the waist, he yanked her completely down to the ground. “What would you have done if I didn’t save you?” 

Shrugging her shoulders, “I dunno, I probably would have died and there’s not much I could have done at that point.” 

Peter shook his head as she started to leave the warehouse, “You’re such a dick.” 

Laughing, [Y/N] turned around, “Actually, that was you. I only retaliated.” Walking backwards, she motioned towards the door, “Come on, Spiderboy. Change out of that hideous spandex onesie and let’s go grab some pizza.” 

“It’s Spider-Man and it’s not a onesie.” Peter called out as he walked towards his backpack. 

“Whatever, Parker. You keep telling yourself that to sleep at night.” She hollered back. 

roseyhxnt  asked:

Hello! I love your work and I was wondering if I can request a Sherlock X Reader with the prompt 64 and 68? 💝 thank you so much!! ❤️

No, thank YOU- for liking what I do!

This btw is the playlist I almost always listen to while writing, it’s unbelievably relaxing and very poetic.

Prompts here X


You angrily sipped your prosecco and looked around the room.

Everyone seemed to be so happy around each other, celebrating the wedding of one of your cousins.

The only one not really able to enjoy this event seemed to be you.

You’d left London after having a fight with your kind-of boyfriend Sherlock, who had rejected to come to Italy with you for this wedding.

So you were just sitting there, internally complaining about how bad the prosecco and how damn uncomfortable your dress was.

You had bought it thinking of Sherlock, and thinking of how for once, you wanted him to see or say that you’re beautiful.

For the first time in ages you actually did feel beautiful, in a long, blue satin dress that perfectly hugged your curves and matched your eyes.

At least you had stolen Sherlock’s credit card to buy it, well deservedly.

Some time later you were still sitting at your table, the only difference being that now, you had some of the wedding cake and some good whiskey.

You were just watching the newly wed couple dancing as someone sat down next to you.

It was the groom’s best man, you’d already seen him a few times before this wedding.

He looked good in his tux, the bow tie matching the flower decorations.

“Hey, (Y/N).”

You turned your head to smile at him.

“Hi. Shouldn’t you be dancing with my cousin’s maid of honour?”

He chuckled and looked at Paola, your cousin’s best friend.

“I think I’d really like to dance with her, but-”

He grinned.

“I don’t speak a single word of Italian.”

You snorted out a laugh.

“Your best friend lives in Italy, has just married a half Italian woman, and you still don’t speak the language?”

The both of you laughed.

“Let me get the same desperate-wedding-emotions menu as you, I’ll be back in a minute.”

You watched him standing up and walking over to the bar to get some whiskey and additionally, a huge piece of cake.

“Why didn’t you just ask for the whole cake?”

You smirked at him before he could even sit down again.

Arthur faked a very startled expression.

“I could never do that!”

He gingerly placed his glass of whiskey and his cake on the table and took his seat next to you yet again.

You clicked glasses with each other and both took a big gulp of whiskey.

“So… this question probably is very inappropriate, regarding your mood, but… didn’t you have a boyfriend? That detective guy?”

You lifted an eyebrow and took another sip of whiskey.

“Yup.”

You let the ‘p’ plop from your lips.

“The very nuclear bomb of boyfriends. He refused to come here with me, please don’t ask me why. I’m better off without a cocky man child insulting relatives here anyway.”

Arthur softly nudged your shoulder.

“Sorry to hear that.”

You shrugged it off, trying to hide the impact Sherlock’s actions had actually made on you.

“Ah, never mind. I’m already used to him behaving like that. It’s just how he is. But deep down he’s a good guy, putting up with his bullshit is worth it most of the time. Once he’s let down his guards… god, he’s wonderful.”

After realising what you’d just said, you put your head in your hands and groaned in annoyance.

“I’m sorry, you shouldn’t have to hear that. You should be dancing with the maid of honour and hooking up with her right now, just how the tradition is.”

He closed his eyes and laughed quietly.

“You surely are, something, (Y/N).”

You almost frowned.

This just had sounded nothing like the usually so sassy and flirty Arthur.

Still, you managed a light smile.

“Thanks. I guess.”

“No problem. You just look like you could use some compliments right now and making them isn’t really hard to be honest. This dress suits you amazing.”

Now, you had to actually laugh, playfully punching his upper arm.

“Careful, you’re gonna make me blush.”

“Which, of course, would be a catastrophe. Wanna dance?”


The first song you danced to had been Come on Eyleen, after which you were completely out of breath. 

How convenient that the DJ chose to play a slow song now.

Can’t help falling in love with you.

Already the first notes made you feel all sappy, your anger over Sherlock seemed to have been replaced by sheer sadness.

You didn’t want this to be the end.

Arthur already wanted to place a hand on your waist as a very familiar voice behind you made shivers run down your spine.

“This is my favourite human. Don’t touch.”

You widened your eyes and turned around.

There he was, your idiotic, oblivious boyfriend, looking way too beautiful in the tux you’d bought for him.

The groom’s best man whispered a quick ‘good luck’ in your ear and discretely disappeared in the crowd of dancing people.

You wanted to scream at him, throw the words at his head, make him regret his words, but for some reason you couldn’t open your mouth.

So you were just standing there kind of awkwardly, giving the detective your best I’m-gonna-kill-you-gaze.

“Would you do me the honour of dancing with me, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?”

You almost choked on your own saliva.

“What?”

Sherlock frowned.

“You. Me. Dance. That’t what people normally do on weddings, right?”

You closed your eyes and shook your head.

“You’re impossible, Sherlock.”

He smiled softly and actually looked kind of regretful.

“I know. I should’ve come with you from the start. Because without you, I’m a mess. Every time I’m not close to you I just feel so lost, and it took me a while to realise that this feeling wasn’t going to fade. If lying to myself any longer equals losing you, I don’t want to do it. So what do you think- you and I against the rest of the world once more?”

You blinked the tears away and lifted your head a bit.

“I think it’s time you start calling me babe.”

“What?”

You bit you lower lip and snaked your arms around the detective’s neck.

“Just kidding. That was my way of saying yes.”

He chuckled and looked at you in awe for a moment before connecting his lips to yours.

“You look very beautiful, by the way.”, Sherlock whispered after breaking away.

You literally felt your eyes lighting up.

You looked up to him and smirked happily.

“I know.” 


Originally posted by signoftjlc

*slams hands on desk* GIVE ME HANZO JOINING OVERWATCH WITH GENJI AFTER THE RECALL 

*kicks over chair* GIVE ME GENJI BEGIN NERVOUS/SCARED OF INTRODUCING JESSE TO HANZO SINCE HE DOESN’T KNOW HOW HANZO WILL REACT TO THEIR RELATIONSHIP

 *picks up laptop and snaps it in half* GIVE ME HANZO BEING FULLY EXCEPTING OF GENJI AND JESSE AND EVEN THANKING JESSE FOR EVERYTHING HE, ZENYATTA AND OVERWATCH DID FOR GENJI

 *punches myself in the face* GIVE ME A FEW MONTHS LATER, JESSE ASKING HANZO TO BE HIS BEST MAN AND WHEN HANZO IS CONFUSED, GENJI FLASHES OFF HIS ENGAGEMENT RING!!!!

anonymous asked:

what are your Qcard marriage headcanons

oh boy let’s see

  • there are no weddings in the continuum but Q has researched earth-style weddings and he wants to do it. like, a huge party in grand style to show off that he fiiiiinally managed to win that stubborn man over?? um what’s not to like
  • he proposes in quite an offhand way, like they’re just in Picard’s bedroom cuddling one evening, talking about this and that, and Q just kinda remarks “i don’t suppose you’d marry me, if i asked” and Picard knows Q well enough by now that he realizes that asking is indeed what Q is doing right now, and he grows very still for a moment and then chokes out something like “i’m going to have to think about it” bc hey that is a monumental decision right there
  • they both want to organize everything about the wedding party, Q bc he wants to make sure everything goes exactly his way, and also planning a party is fun, Picard bc he doesn’t trust Q to not make some sort of explodey disaster out of it
  • in the end the ceremony isn’t quite as grand as Q envisioned it to be, given that it’s held on the enterprise between missions bc they really didn’t want to wait until some distant day on which Picard takes leave of absence (and knowing Picard, that day is never)
  • you know how it is usually the custom that the ship’s captain officiates the marriage. now what to do when the captain’s the one getting married? the honor passes to the first officer, of course. you read it here first, folks, Riker is marrying Picard to Q
  • Q keeps it tasteful and refrains from summoning any further mariachi bands at the reception. he’s much too busy giving soft kisses to his husband anyway
  • there’s probably more where this came from
"Did Cora-san let you in?"

Prompt; Law is sick and chooses to stay at his adopted parent’s; Corazon. Luffy arrives to support Law  

“Ah,” Rosinante falters at the door.

There’s a young kid, perhaps fifteen or so, staring imploringly up at him, huge black eyes and a scar resting upon his left cheek. A mess of hair sticking out from beneath a worn strawhat, strands that looks as if they have the same consistency as charcoal cut in a jagged halo around the boy’s face.

He has no idea who this kid is.

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Day 24

Imagine Being Magnus’s Daughter

For My Followers

Magnus Bane is the High Warlock of Brooklyn and you are his humble daughter.

You both love lavish things, dancing till dawn, blue eyes, and each other. You’ve been with Magnus for at least hundred years of his life and your entire life.

~~~

“(Y/N) I have something to confess,” Magnus starts making you toss aside your book and stare him down. “I haven’t even said anything yet!”

“Last time you gave me that tone you told me you were marrying Camille,” you reply and cross your arms.

“Fair enough,” he agrees. “But I’m not marrying Camille so relax.”

“Then what is it?”

“I’ve started seeing someone,” he says and you tilt your head. Your father has only ever seriously seen one person and that was Camille.

“Who? Who has snared your freewheeling heart?”

“The shadowhunter, Alexander Lightwood.”

The shadowhunter? The dark-haired archer?

Magnus looks surprisingly nervous as he waits for your reaction.

“Wasn’t he getting married? Didn’t you go to his wedding?” you question suspiciously. “Dad are you his mistress?”

“No honey, I crashed his wedding. He actually left the altar and made out with me in front of all the guests,” your father responds and grins like a dope.

“Okay well do you love him?”

“Yes.”

“Is he good to you?”

“Yes.”

“Then I won’t throw a tantrum,” you decide making your father grin. “I’m glad you’re happy.”

“Thank you honeypot. What you think means a lot,” Magnus murmurs and embraces you tightly. “By the way he’s coming for dinner tonight.”

“Thanks for the heads up!” you snap and jump to your feet. “When will he be here?”

Just then the doorbell rings.

“Now,” your dad replied sheepishly and rushes k the door.

Scowling you wave your hand and change your clothes in a snap. A second burst of magic fixes your make up and places a thick glamour just as the shadowhunter walks in.

“Hello Alexander Lightwood,” you greet and offer a hand. “I’m (Y/N) Bane, my fathers told me so little.”

“You can call me Alec…He didn’t tell you about me?” Alec mutters and looks to Magnus who just shrugs.

“As you probably know my dear father has a way of saving information till it’s pertinent for dramatic flare. Anyway tell me about yourself Alec,” you invite and pull him into the kitchen.

Alec sits down at the counter and you snap to get the kitchen tools to start cooking by themselves.

“I’m a shadowhunter…uh I love your father?” Alec stammers nervously. “I’m not sure what to say.”

“That’s okay. I can talk about myself. I’m a hundred years old, I adore reading, I like to dance, and I don’t usually look like this,” you rattle off. Lowering your voice to a whisper you lean into Alec. “I have horns and red eyes.”

“Is it a secret?” Alec whispers back and you giggle.

“No it’s not I just don’t want to scare you off. My father is real enamored with you,” you answer.

“I won’t get scared off I promise you can take away the glamour.”

Raising an eyebrow you let the glamour fall and Alec doesn’t even flinch.

“I like you, dad I approve.”

“Yes!” Magnus cheers and kisses Alec on the cheek.

“Thanks (Y/N),” Alec says and blushes.

“Thank you for being a perfect match for my dad.”

~~~

Magnus Bane and Alexander Lightwood were married six months later. You were your fathers best man.

A few months after Alec adopted you officially and not long after that Max came into your life. You took to having a younger brother amazingly and affectionately refer to him as “blueberry.”

Overall the Bane-Lightwood family is perfect.

Daily Reminder

 Natsume Yuujinchou is probably the most wholesome manga/anime you will ever consume with your eyes and truly is a blessed work of fiction

Little Cosmos

Paring: Yondu Udonta/Reader

Tags: female reader, reader-centric, Parent Yondu Udonta, time travel, fix-it fic, set in Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2, spoilers!!, fluff, angst. 

Summary: Sometimes, to fix the hurt, you need a little miracle. Or perhaps, a stray sorcerer supreme.

Word Count: 1,426

Posting Date:  2017-06-11

Current Date: 2017-06-15


Originally posted by numnumniki


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Crush (Young!Jimin)

Plot: #60: “Hold my hand so he gets jealous.” + #61: “Ew, your hand is sweaty.” with young!Jimin

Word Count: 570

A/N: so I will be doing the long distance/online relationship AU!! I’ll be starting it tomorrow, I’m really really excited for it but today I’m gonna do another drabble, the link for this post is young!Jimin (here)

Jimin had always been your best friend, he had been there for the ups and the downs. He was there when he went off to Seoul to become an idol, calling and texting whenever he had free time and telling you how he was in a group and was debuting soon. During one of his rare breaks home, you two had gone from platonic to romantic, looking back on the times when you two would’ve never dreamed of a relationship with each other.

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Originally posted by goktugeminsafli

I got this request from @amanda13parker this is actually a plot she had in her mind and asked me to write and I was more than happy to do this. The character and plot was her, I literally just filled in words, thank you for letting me do this for you, love 🖤

I never wanted to be here, but I am and as the time passes I think I sort of like it, like him. I’m a scientist, was, I don’t know, maybe I’m a mad scientist now.
I used to try and create cures in a white lab and now I’m under The Jokers house in a basement creating deadly viruses.
I’ve come to find out, I’m good at both.

He came after me a few times and I rejected him, not in my best interest, the man doesn’t take no for an answer. The next time he came down to the lab he killed everyone there, except me. He had his men blindfold me and drag me to a van, it was freezing outside, I remember that much.
He didn’t do much torturing though, he knew I needed to remember everything, I needed to know what I was doing and I needed my focus. In a sense I’m a prisoner but I wouldn’t leave given the option.
I live here, upstairs in the room next to his, which at times is not that quiet and I’ve had nights where thinking of him, him and me, I’m not so quiet either.
The Joker, Mr. J is what he prefers from me, has made passes at me, at least that’s what it seems like. Even though he’s like that with just about everyone.
When he comes into the lab I don’t let him touch anything and he respects that but he has to have his hands on something and that’s usually my waist.
He stands behind me as I’m in a full white lab coat and he sets his hands lightly on my waist, I can feel the cool temperature of his hands through the coat and through my slip underneath.
Since I realized I might have something for this green haired man I never go a day without something black or something lace underneath my coat with a white slip over it. When he touches me the sensation is times ten just knowing I’m ready for him at any time, but I would never tell him that.

“What do we have here.” The sound of his cane and heavy feet startle me and I almost drop one of the glass tubes.

“Just some lab work Mr. J. Just a casual Friday.” I smirk but keep my eyes focused on my work.

He runs his hands above my work, being careful to not touch anything, I watch him from the corner of my eye till he makes his way behind me.
‘Again, he’s going to do this again. It’s such a tease and I get so frustrated.’ I’m yelling at him in my mind. I know what he’s capable of and I know what I’m capable of.
He’s got his ways without me but he’s also got a lot of ways with me.
He’s hands rest on my waist again, the feeling sending a chill through my body. A breath leaves my lips as he leans over my shoulder, I can smell him, I can almost taste him.

“What if we switch up casual Friday doll.” His voice is a low whisper in my ear and I can’t help but press my thighs together.

“What, uh did you have in mind Mr. J?” I swallow hard after the words come out.

He lets a hum out in my ear and his hands move up my waist, my hands hold onto the metal table I’m working on. He doesn’t say a word as he presses his hips towards me and I can feel how hard he is.
It’s usually a touch and go with him, this is different. My knee gives out as he presses against me and he catches me by grabbing me tighter.

“When was the last time?” He purrs.

I know what he’s asking but I’m finding it hard to find my voice, I swallow hard again and let out a deep breath as he presses his knee between my legs behind me.

“With someone, before I came here.” Which was over two years ago, a shaky breath leaves my lips as his knee slips further up.

He grabs my lab coat and lifts it enough so his knee can fit between my legs, he puts his hands on he metal table next to mine and he lifts his knee.

“You’re fucking soaked.” He groans in my ear.

He takes one hand off the table and moves my hair from my shoulder and gently kisses the skin there, he grazes his metal grill against my neck and bites my shoulder softly. My knuckles are white from holding onto the table so hard, my stomach is already swirling.
He lifts his knee so it’s pressing against my center and his hands go back next to mine as he grinds his knee up into me, I can feel his hard dick pressed up against me each time he moves up.

“F-fuck.” The word barley comes out, my mouth hung open from the feeling, its overwhelming.

I begin slowly moving my hips against him and I let out a moan, my knees feel weak already, my heart is pounding and I’m already close to my climax.
He presses his lips to my ear and growls, he holds himself pressed against me and flexes his dick and I let out a slight whimper. I grind on his leg, my hips pushing further back like I need more of him, I have no rhythm and no form because I’m already so close to coming on his leg, I can feel the jean fabric against my thighs and his heavy breathing in my ear.
I can’t take it any longer and I let out a loud moan as my body moves with each wave of ecstasy that rushes over me, my breathing rigid. My legs are weak and I’m holding myself up mostly by my arms as my hips slowly rock on his leg, letting me enjoy each and every small and big wave that comes through.
My head falls forward as his knee leaves from between my legs, I can feel myself dripping down my thighs and I let out a deep breath.

“We’re not done baby girl.” He grabs my wrist and tosses me against the wall in the basement, my head hitting the wall first.

“What that he’ll, Mr. J!” My legs still weak as I fall the the ground, my hand dabs the part of my head that was hit and my fingers have blood on them.

I go to stand up, using the wall as support but I’m brought back down as he kicks my legs out from under me, I let out a small scream as I fall again, the spot where his foot hit is throbbing, tears are making their way up but I fight them down. He comes over and laughs, that infamous cackling laugh in my face and grabs my hair pulling me to my feet.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you for so long.” He growls and he presses my chest up against the wall. His hand moving from my hair to the center of my back.

My mind is so torn, the last time he hit me was in the beginning when I was leaning the rules, I must of done something wrong but I’m not paying attention to that right now, I’ve been wanting this, him, for a long time now.
He pulls my lab coat off by grabbing the collar from behind and ripping it down, the buttons don’t stand a chance.
He presses his dick up against me again and I moan, wanting him, needing him.
His hand reaching around my throat as his other hand unfastens his pants, I feel him, his warm dick against the back of my thigh.

“Whats this? Were you waiting for me?” He rolls his head back and pulls a knife out from His shirt and cuts my slip, the tip of his knife leaving a red trail down my spine.

Another deep breath and slight moan comes from my lips, I hear the knife get dropped and he tears the lace underwear off from the back and drops them by the knife.
I pressed his tip though my slit by pressing my hips back, and I’m digging my nails into the basement wall in anticipation.
The anticipation doesn’t last long as he moves behind me and thrust his hips hard and I let out a scream, he doesn’t wait for me to adjust to pick up his pace, his hand in my hair extending my neck as far as it will go back.
After a few seconds I do finally adjust to him, I can hear how wet I am with his every thrust that only seems to get harder. My screams and groans turn into loud moans of need for more. He’s relentless, the sound of his hips hitting my ass grow louder, and my nails are cracking as I dig them harder into the wall.

“Don’t come you fucking slut! I hear you at night, I know exactly how long you can last.” He pulls my head back by my hair till my back is arched and my head is resting on his shoulder.

A wave is already going through me from his words, the hair on my arms is standing up and I let out another scream, this time it’s his name. He doesn’t hesitate, he goes faster, I’m trying to keep my footing but my hips against the wall is my only support. My stomach is rolling and my mind is going hazy as my eyes close and my hips get pressed harder into the wall.
I hear him shuffle in his shirt and he pulls out a smaller knife, he digs this one into my exposed shoulder and carved a J in it, slowly.
It’s a combination of screams and groans, the pain adding to the fire I feel in my body, I can smell the blood from my shoulder and realize it is deeper than I thought.
He growls and licks the new carved letter and it stings and I cry out while he laughs behind me and only goes harder.
My mind trying to make sense of everything, the mixed pain in my shoulder and swirling in my stomach, the way he threw me and the words he’s said have my whole body in shambles. I don’t have to say a word and I feel him slow down as his dick twitches inside me, the sensations taking me far over my climax, I take it as a sign and I clench around him, wanting to bring my head forward but I can’t, I moan his name again and again as I reach my climax and come back down slowly.

He steps back from me and I stumble to the ground, my head spinning and my stomach still giving off a flexing feeling.

“You’re so easy.” He laughs, adjusting himself in his pants, “But you’re so fucking good.” He groans and palms himself.

He walks out of the basement and leaves me on the floor. I lean my head against the wall and waist a few minutes before getting up, I put on what’s left of my lab coat and find some safety pins to hold it together the best I can.
I go back to working, knowing some of these chemicals can’t be left out too long before they start effecting me.
I clean up the lab slowly, my legs take a few minutes to adjust and my knees still give out once or twice but I finally walk up the stairs and look around before running into my bedroom. I hear Mr. J next door, I can’t make out the words but he sounds upset. I rinse off in the shower connected to my room and change into a small black dress for dinner.
Mr. J requires me to dress up for dinner, even if he’s not here and eat every night at the dining room table, I hate it, but I do it .
I slip on a pair of red heels and walk down to the dinner table, I sit and wait, wondering if he will even be here tonight.
The cane gives him away first, I hear him walking down and he takes a seat next to me. After what happened, I can’t help but give him a smirk and I blush red.

“Don’t.” His hand comes across my face and then he grabs my chin tight and makes me look at him, my eyes watering, “Don’t think you’re anything special sweetheart.” He pushes my face away.

I put my hand to my face and a few tears fall down my cheek but I catch myself and sit up straight, “Just kill me Mr. J, if you’ve got nothing else for me, if I’m nothing to you after all this time,” I stand up and slam the glass plate against the table, smashing it into pieces between my hands, “Then do it.” I lean in close to his face and spit.

I grab a piece of the broken plate and walk back into my bedroom. I suppress the tears and push them back down to boil.
Mr. J and I have had two years together, we have had a lot of late nights together, he’s told me things and I don’t think he meant to but he did and he never took them back. He’s never had to threaten me to keep quiet, he knows I’m devoted to him, to my work.
His sexual passes were slim but the passes of him caring about me were there.
He’s been protective of me, killing guards because they try getting a little too close, making sure I’m well taken care of, he has a hard time asking if I need anything so instead he gets me everything. He’s taken me out, his hand never leaving my back, his eyes never leaving me.
I’ve helped him sober up after many drunk nights where he’s spilled secrets I’d take with me to my grave, he’s more complex than he leads on to be.
I know he can’t say he loves me, I don’t know if I would even call it love from his end but it’s something. I know he feels something.

I curl up in my bed, laying on top of the blankets and holding the piece of plate under the pillow. My eyes are heavy and I let them close.

“I can’t live without loving you.”

Those are the words I woke up to, Mr. J’s arm around me and his head resting on the pillow behind me. I let out a sigh and put my hand over his.

“You don’t need to say anything else.” I keep my voice a whisper.

“I do though.” His words are soft but I feel the head of his pistol against the back of my head.

I can’t help but let a few tears fall, he can’t live without loving me, so he would rather live without someone to love.
He’s so much sicker than people think.

“Just let me go.” I whisper, wanting out of his arms.

“I am.” His voice is lower.

“You’re such a selfish motherfucker.” I let a few more tears fall and take a deep breath as I hear him cock the gun.

“I love you Amanda.” The gun goes off.

It’s silent, until his own screams echoing though the house, my blood spread across his face and the bedroom. He kisses the J he carved into my shoulder hours ago. Pulling my lifeless body closer to him he whispers 'sorry’ over again and again.
He won’t ever admit to making a mistake but he understands the saying “You don’t know what you have till it’s gone.” on a deeper level now.
And Gotham will suffer from his guilty conscience till his last breath.

anonymous asked:

Hello! Could you do an imagine about what it would be like to marry Remus? Thanks!

Gahhhh! He’s baby boy so thanks for this!
• first off, as the days til your wedding grew fewer and fewer, he’d grow more and more giddy/affectionate
• he wouldn’t want a big ceremony. If it was up to him, the two of you would simply elope but with the help of James and Sirius, you convince him into a small ceremony
• it’s mostly just family and close friends with the exception of a few professors
• James and Sirius fighting over the position of best man
• James and Sirius half-jokingly fighting over position of maid of honor
• after much contemplation, best man is offered to James
• Lily of course being part of the wedding party
• McGonagall walking Remus down the isle in place of his mum
• him tearing up once he sees you
• him beaming like a big goofy dork while you repeat your vows
• you tearing up at his vows
• him giving a little fist pump during your first kiss as a married couple
• James giving an outrageous toast with lots of dad jokes
• Remus getting flustered when the guest clank on their glasses to get you to kiss
• he kisses you anyway
• you leading him to the dance floor for the first dance
• holding onto him tightly and keeping your eyes on his
• swaying softly
• Sirius and James slow dancing
• Lily and Remus dancing together
• playing both wizard and muggle jams
• obviously a chocolate cake
• a lot of drinking
• and laughter
• taking lots of photos
• hardly leaving each other’s side all night
• him having a great time despite all the commotion

Always There

Characters: Misha Collins, Y/N (reader), Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Padalecki, Danneel Ackles, unnamed OCs (brief mentions)

Pairing: Misha x Reader

Warnings: Mention of kids bullying, mention of selfharm, Cockles friendship (I feel that should be a warning ;)).

Wordcount: 2300ish

A/N: Okay so I have written Misha for a few aesthetics before but this is my first one shot for him. It was terrifying cause the dude is not all that easy to write. Feedback is much appreciated.

This fic is inspired by Ronan Keating’s I won’t last a day without you.

Thank you so so much to the extraordinary @blacktithe7 for betaing this for me. I am lucky to have you as an editor and friend hun!

NO HATE TOWARDS VICKY - LET’S PRETEND SHE IS HAPPY ELSEWHERE. THIS IS JUST FICTION GUYS.

Misha had found a quiet spot in the hotel, a closet really. He was sitting on top of a few buckets surrounded by brooms and dusters, but he was alone. There was noone around him to talk to him or ask him questions. There was just him, a pen, a piece of paper, and the thought of you.

He stared at the blank piece of paper, trying to decide what he wanted to say. He was not used to planning like this. He usually just said what came to mind, but he wanted this to be perfect. Misha raised the pen and pressed it to the paper but thought better of it. It wasn’t that he had nothing to say, it was that he had too much.

Where did he even begin describing how much you meant to him? How he wouldn’t last a day without you? Not even now.

Misha closed his eyes and thought back to the day he had first seen you. 6 year old Misha had been hanging upside down when a feisty 5 year old girl had appeared. He remembered seeing the horror on her face when she saw the scene before her. At first he thought the expression was directed at him, the small weird looking boy, and that you were going to start laughing. That you were going to enjoy the torment the two slightly older boys were inflicting on the small boy in worn out clothes that were too big for his tiny frame. She hadn’t laughed.

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Fanfic Friday: Bold Girl (Sometimes), Chapter 3

For an Anon Tumblr user, who requested Shelagh gets bold in South-Africa (I mean, something must have happened, otherwise we wouldn’t have baby Teddy…)

 

Patrick was a good man.

Shelagh suspected that there was a part of her that had always known this, even when she was still a nun and called him Doctor Turner. She could never have loved him if he was not so compassionate, so determined, so kind, for without those things, he would not have been Patrick.

There were moments in which she thought: “This is it. I can’t love him more than I do now,” but then one of his comments, a touch of his hand, or a sigh escaping from his lungs showed another layer of empathy that was yet unknown to her, and she fell a little bit more in love with him.

Now, as he sat on the edge of the bed, scribbling away in that unreadable handwriting of his in the slim book he used to make notes, she felt her heart swell. Surely she could not love him more than in this moment, in which he doggedly tried to work out the problems of Hope Clinic?

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anonymous asked:

How would Mycs bachelorparty be?

Very small and (mostly)quiet.

Originally posted by milady-jane

I would imagine Mycroft’s options for ‘Best Man’ are rather limited to: Sherlock, Lestrade, John, Anthea, and ‘Aunt’ Lizzy.

We all know from the get-go that Sherlock and Lizzy are out, John is a possibility but really, he doesn’t know Mycroft that well so by process of elimination Anthea would be the one to orchestra it all.

The number of men joining Mycroft on a Stag Night, much like the list of contenders for ‘Best Man’ would be few:

Greg definitely go, John would go because he would feel obligated to do so, Sherlock would follow because John is there, and maybe one or two people from work.

The plan would be as following:

  • A light brunch at a very nice restaurant
  • A day at a very exclusive and expensive spa being pampered
  • A nice dinner at a very exclusive restaurant
  • and then several night caps at the Diogenes Club.

This of course falls apart at the seams if ‘Aunt’ Lizzy gets wind of the quiet Stag Night because then Aunt Lizzy is going to show them how a

real

Stag night is supposed to be and Mycroft will most likely be too drunk and sore to make it to the church on time because

holy hell

can the queen party.

So naturally the bachelor party plans must be kept secret but I have a feeling that Sherlock would leak the info to the Queen for one corn chip just because he can.