a lovingly smile for his beloved~

Splatter (Older!Damian x Reader)

Requested: Yes
Request: May I please ask for an imagine where damian comes home to his artistic s/o painting and he comes up behind her and starts trying to get some loving and reader is like ‘im busyy’ but after damion starts tickling her neck with kisses she turns around, wraps her hands around his neck and… sLAPS him in the face with paint then she bOLTS, Damian catches her and covers her with paint and kiss marks and it v’ fluffy♡
Summary: A paint fight helps you create the finishing piece for your exhibit.
Word Count: 693

You were focusing intently on the artwork in front of you. It was the final piece to complete your exhibit at the upcoming gala. Unlike the majority of your work, this one was bright and colorful, inspired by your feelings of love for your newly wed husband. It was glorious and lively, but something was missing. Something to give the painting true life.

Your concentration was fully focused on the work, allowing Damian to slip into your designated art room unnoticed. He watched you silently for several moments. He adored the passion that he saw in your eyes whenever you created art. He had never seen someone as beautiful as you in those moments. He watched you struggle with placing your colors for as long as he could bare the distance.

He slid his fingers across your back gently causing you to startle. You frowned and looked back at him as he pulled you out of your world.

“Damian,” You looked up at him over your shoulder. “Not now, I’m busy,” you added before returning to your work. He watched you add another paint stroke before he curled his arms around your middle.You tried your best to ignore him, but it became increasingly difficult when he began to plant loving kisses across your neck. When he found that sweet sensitive spot, you practically melted against his chest. You allowed him to suck a gentle hickie on your flesh before you turned to claim his lips with your own.

The kiss was passionate and felt so meaningful. It was difficult to remain grounded when he kissed you like that. Before he could deepen the kiss and wash away the last of your resistance, you pulled away and quickly smacked him with your paint coated brush.

His expression was priceless. He stood there stunned with a green smear on his left cheek. You couldn’t contain the laughter that exploded from your chest. As you were laughing, you missed the mischievous glint that entered his blue eyes. As you were doubled over, he picked up a tray of paint. The same moment you looked back up, you were greeted by a handful of red paint. You squealed as he rubbed it all across your forehead.

“Not as funny now, is it, beloved?” he laughed musically. You set your determined gaze on him as you tossed aside the brush and grabbed the tubes of green, blue, and purple. You attacked him swiftly. He countered with  red, orange, and yellow.

The chasing began in a strange game of paint tag. You’re unsure of how long the game lasted before he ended it by practically tackling you to the floor. He covered you with purple and blue kisses. You giggled as you watched the orange and yellow transfer onto his skin. You smiled lovingly up at him. It didn’t take long before a rare, but dazzling smile graced his features.

“I love you,” you sighed as everything felt right in the world. He planted another deep kiss on your lips. He shifted his weight to settle between your legs, but a loud thud abruptly ended your moment.

You gasped as you saw it was your canvas that had hit the floor. Damian was off of you in a second as you leapt up as your heart dropped. The painting was face down on the floor and had taken the discarded paint pallet with it. Damian remained silent as you gently lifted the canvas and replaced it on the easel. You kept your eyes closed as you tried to prepare yourself for the damage. When you finally found the courage to open your eyes, a smile spread across your face. It was perfect.

On top of the colorful picture you had created, there was now an array of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple splattered here and there. As you looked between Damian’s paint stained face and the canvas, you realized it was the spark it had desperately needed.

“Can you repair it?” he asked as he came to around to look.

“There’s no need,” you smiled. “It’s perfect,” you beamed as you stood back and looked.

A/N: I hope you like it! It was really fun to write the cuteness! 

Dear Damian Part 5 (Older Damian Wayne x Reader)

Schninner: Well, this was going to be the last part of dear Damian, but a conversation with @the-singing-canary inspired me to prolong the suffering >:) have fun lovelies! <3

Part 1 * Part 2 * Part 3 * Part 4 

Tagging @maruthor@isabellegunawan@the-singing-canary

Warnings: swearing, bloooood, and the angst (oh, and a few possible gramatical errors, sorry!)

Word Count: 1173

Your heart thundered in your chest as cold sweat ran down your back. Your head whipped around to your father, only to find him with a twisted smile on his face.

“What’s the meaning of this?! We had a deal!” Words that you meant to sound angry and intimidating only came out in a terrified squeak.

This only seemed to delight your father more. “that’s right my dear, we did have a deal! What was it again? OH! That’s right! You work for me, and I will refrain from killing your little boy toy over here!” He said, pointing to Damian. He let out a sigh and continued,” But, sadly, I have found myself becoming… hmm … what’s the word?” He asked, rubbing his chin, his eyes lit up and he snapped his fingers. “Bored! That’s it! So I will, unfortunately, have to let you go. Guards! Seize her!”

Before you even had time to react, several of your father’s guards appeared out of nowhere and apprehended you, twisting your arm and pinning it behind your back causing you to let out a sharp cry of pain. Damian was on his feet immediately, his hands still bound behind him, and the guards still trying to force him back into submission.

“Don’t you touch her!” He seethed, trying to get out of the guards’ grip.

“You have me, just let her go!” He shouted at your father.

“Oh my! How incredibly noble of you Mr. Wayne! But I don’t think I’ve made myself clear, you both are dying. It’s nothing personal- “

“Bull shite!” You shouted, interrupting him.

“-Just have to tie up those loose ends, I’m sure you understand.”

You were both dragged, kicking and screaming to your father’s dungeon with your father standing a safe distance away looking rather amused.

The numerous guards that were holding you, threw Damian and you into the same containment cell. You fell onto the cold hard concrete floor, scraping your forearms. You shot up almost immediately, running to the cell door. The guards slammed it in your face. You scowled upon seeing your father on the other side of the bars smiling gleefully.

“I’ll give you two some time to catch up before the executions start. Oh! And I wouldn’t try escaping if I were you, because that would just mean that your deaths would come so much quicker, not to mention, they would be oh so boring.”

Your scowl remained engraved on your face, “You son of a bitch!”

Your hands darted through the bars and grasped his clothing. A look of bewildered Shock spread over his face as you pulled him to the bars, his head making a satisfy “Clang” as it hit the steal cylinders.

“We had a deal!” You screamed, repeatedly bashing his head into the bars while his guards tried to pull him away.


The guards then hit you in the head with a small, but very hard object, causing you to lose your grip on your father and stagger back into a pair of comforting arms.

The guards surrounded your scowling, and currently bleeding father. He glared daggers at you, “I will enjoy watching you die, Daughter.” He spat the last words out like venom, before briskly walking away.

Once he left, you suddenly remember whose arms are around you. You whirled around quickly, and let out a slight gasp at Damian’s battered, bruised, and bloodied face. You bit your trembling bottom lip, as you hesitantly reach your hand out to his face.

He closed his light blue eyes and gently leaned into your touch. Your fingers traced around the bruises on his face, a sob wrenched through your throat causing his eyes to snap open and pull you into a tight and loving embrace. You cried into his broad shoulders, letting your tears mingle with the blood dripping down from your nose and lip.

“I’m sorry Damian!” You said between sobs

“I didn’t want to hurt you, I never wanted to!”

He hushed you and gently rocked your trembling body back and forth. He lightly kisses the top of your head and whispered and a calming voice,

“I know [F/N], I know.”

He gently pulled away from you and looked into your [E/C] eyes. His hand gently caressed the right side of your face then made its way to your slightly swollen and bleeding which he gingerly grazed over with his thumb.

His eyes swelled with tears.

“I know why you did it, and I know you didn’t want to, but [F/N], why didn’t you tell me?”

His voice was dripping from the psychological pain you had put him through over that past several months. It broke your heart to see him this way.

“Why did you put yourself through all that pain, and all that suffering, just to save my rotten hide?” the tears were now streaming down his face.

“I did the both for the same reason. I did it, not only to save you, but to give you a second chance at a happy life, a happy ending. To give you the opportunity to meet a new girl- “your voice broke, and a fresh wave of tears came rushing down. “-fall in love with her, start a family with her. Because I love you Damian Wayne, and all I want is for you to be happy!”

“Well, there is a massive fault in your plan.” He scowled, his voice rising in anger as he gripped your arms. “Because the only way for me to be happy, if I am with you [F/N]! Not someone else, I need you!”

You both stared intensely at each other for a moment, breathing heavily, before pulling each other into a long passionate kiss. Your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair, and his around your waist. That kiss, lead to several more, until it turned into something else entirely.

You did although, eventually stop, and laid next to each other, eventually drifting off to a, surprisingly peaceful, sleep.

The morning came much too quickly. Sunlight seeped through the cell walls falling across Damian’s unconscious face. You observed his slumbering features, a small smile danced across your lips as you began to play with his raven black hair, twisting the semi long strands around your fingers.

Damian groggily opened his eyes and turned over on his side to face you. He pressed his forehead against yours, and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“God morning Dami.” You said softly, looking lovingly into his eyes.

“Good morning beloved,” He mumbled in a gravelly morning voice.

I would love to tell you that this is how our story ends, that you and Damian remained in each other’s arms, living happily ever after. That your father had miraculously grown a heart that night and decided to let you go to live out the rest of your lives. But that is sadly, not how our story ends. In fact, the worst has still yet to come.

Nightingale (Part 3) [Slade’s Daughter!Reader x Damian Wayne]

(W/Y/F)- Where you’re from  

(Y/N)- Your name 

(Y/E/C)- Your eye color

(Y/M/N)- Your middle name 

(Y/M/F/N)- Your mother’s first name 

(Y/M/L/N)- Your mother’s last name

(Y/M/M/N)- Your mother’s maiden name 

(Y/G/F/N)- Your grandfather’s first name 

(Y/G/L/N)- Your grandfather’s last name 

(C/Y/L/I)- Country you live in / Country you’re from

“So, I just grabbed you and kissed you there? Like, in the warehouse? At that moment?” You asked with wide eyes and blood drained skin as Damian noticed your embarrassment towards the situation causing him to smirk; your head suddenly popping up with an idea in mind.  

“Obviously it was just being proper… I guess, I mean, where I’m from, (W/Y/F), it’s common to show gratitude with a kiss, right?  Even though it’s not always on the lips…Yes, it was that! Just a small thank you. That’s all it was. See Dante, nothing to worry about, just gratitude for saving me, nothing more than that.” You said in a tone that made it seem as though you were convincing yourself instead of Damian; Damian once again falling into rage over your stretch of an excuse.  


You cut him off pressing a finger to his lips silencing him as he seethed in rage.

“Now before I continue this rudeness, allow me to thank the other members of the house that welcomed me here and saved my life.” You said as you walked past Damian and towards the other four men in the room who looked at you in surprise. Bruce stared at you in disbelief that you’d managed to fearlessly stand up to his youngest son; smirking already growing fond of you. Dick, Jason, and Tim were trying their best to hold their laughter as they refused to take their eyes off of their youngest brother who was now in blistering fury towards you.  

Dick was the first to walk up to you; holding a hand out in front of you as he introduced himself. “I’m Damian’s oldest brother; Dick Grayson during the day and Nightwing at night.” He said smiling as you took his hand and shook it; Tim and Jason moving up to stand right behind Dick. “And I’m Tim Drake, the second youngest brother, my alias is Red Robin.” Tim said with a small wave as you waved back before looking over at Jason. “Jason, the second oldest, I’m Redhood.” Jason said to the point with a slight smirk as you gave a light smile in return; Bruce finally stepping toward her as his sons moved for him to introduce himself.

“I am Bruce Wayne; the father of Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian. I am also the head of this household and the owner of Wayne Enterprises, and as you already know, I am the Batman.” He said holding out his hand; your own hand reaching out and shaking it as you smiled softly.

“Thank you so much Mr. Wayne, it’s an honor to be here with all of you.” You beamed happily; your smile so vibrant it even made Damian pause his fit of rage for a moment just to stare.  

It was when you felt something wet tap your upper back thigh that you spun around; looking down only slightly to see a large dog beside you. Filled with delight you squealed and knelt down to pet the gentle giant; who rolled onto his back allowing you to lovingly rub his belly as the five men in the room watched.

Damian couldn’t even notice the soft smile growing on his face; his anger beginning to melt away as he watched you fawn over his beloved dog Titus.

So she’s an animal lover he thought to himself before realizing he was beginning to grow soft again; looking away and reverting to the scowl he wore before.  

“We gave you some insight into our lives (Y/N); may I ask you to give us some insight into yours?” Bruce asked as his sons stood behind him; Damian walking over to stand beside Dick as all of them starred at you.  

She turned back from the large dog who whined in disappointment at her sudden stopping “Oh… um, okay. Let’s see… My name is (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/M/M/N), well Wilson actually.” You said hesitantly as Bruce’s eyes widened.

“As in… Slade Wilson?” Bruce asked

“Yes.” You said softly; your eyes refusing to leave Bruce’s as you did so.

“I’m his daughter.” You said; watching them freeze before you in shock, your eyes meeting Damian’s wide blue ones before immediately looking away as they continued to stare at her dumbfounded.

“My mom was (Y/M/F/N) (Y/M/L/N), the youngest daughter of the military commander (Y/G/F/N) (Y/G/L/N); who was the first modern fire born son to the phoenix bloodline.”

“Fire born? What the hell is the phoenix bloodline?” Damian spat out at you while rolling his eyes.

“A mystical bloodline dating back to the dark ages. It follows the descendants of a witch who was immune to flame and even controlled it. However today it’s commonly debated as a myth.” Tim said as the other four men turned to him starring.

“What? I read it in a book…” he said before staring down at the floor.  

“You’re right. Every five generations a person within the bloodline is born with her abilities, which is the reason I’m able to do this.” You said suddenly igniting your hands before killing the flame like turning off a switch.  

“Pardon my asking (Y/N), but, how in the hell is Slade Wilson your father?” Dick asked causing you to shrug.

“Well, my grandfather sent my mother to train under an old acquaintance of his named Ra’s Al Ghul and his League of Assassins” You said flat out causing Damian to look straight at you.

“My mother became an agent for the (C/Y/L/I) government after graduating from the league of assassins at the top of her class, and ultimately she had everything going for her, until she fell in love with a former acquaintance from the league; my father Slade Wilson. They were classmates and competitors when she was still in training, never really knowing him until he found her again after she graduated. At that time my grandfather had betrothed her to someone else, but she rebelled and married Slade in secrecy. After finding out about my mom’s secret marriage to Slade and that she was having me, my grandfather denounced her… So after I was born she moved here to Gotham with my father. He was never home often due to his job, and my mom begged him to stay with us, but not long after that she passed… when he found out he came home and stayed with me during the funeral, but after… he dropped me off at the group home and didn’t return until recently… Ever since her death I lived in a group home for girls.” Your voice trailed off; growing more and more quiet as you stared at the ground; trying to hide the sadness that swept over your face.

“So how’d she die? I heard it was plane crash off of the Arabian coast” Damian blurted out with his arms crossed and a scowl still on his face; his comment causing Bruce to look back at him murderously and narrow his eyes in warning.

“Her plane was bombed…” You whispered barely audibly

“Ignore him. I apologize on his behalf.” Bruce said solemnly as his eyes found a familiar despair deep within your own.

It was then that Alfred entered the room carrying a large tray adorned with a tea pot and china cups.

“Master Wayne, Ms. Cassandra and Ms. Stephanie are here for morning brunch” He said before Bruce nodded at him.

“Tell them we’ll be down for brunch in a moment Alfred” Bruce said as Alfred nodded before walking back downstairs, Tim and Jason running out the door behind him to greet the two girls.

Bruce then turning back to you giving you a warm smile. “It would be a pleasure for you to join us (Y/N).”

You smiled back softly; seeing that even though he’d only known you for a short time, he already cared for your well being.

“Only if you have coffee” You said as a playful smile formed from ear to ear.

“Deal.” Bruce said before taking your small hand and walking with Dick out of the training room; Damian watching you walk away with his eyes narrowed and arms crossed.  


You were practically in heaven; feeling yourself drowning in the lap of luxury as you took each sip of coffee looking as if she were on cloud nine. It was almost seven at night; dinner soon to be served as you looked back on your wonderful day.

You’d met Cassandra and Stephanie during brunch earlier and talked with them about everything from books to Beyonce to combat moves; then after they left you helped Alfred with the dishes and shared cleaning stories of your own while living in the group home, later you spoke with Bruce about Slade’s underground bunkers and informed him of his most recent crimes, and not too long ago you’d finished talking about memes with Dick, Tim, and Jason, even showing them your own meme collection on your phone.  

You were now sitting at the dining room table along with Bruce, Tim, Dick, and Jason; Damian out walking Titus. You continued to sip your coffee in bliss even though it was nearly dinner time; Tim smirking at her as you poured yourself another cup and began to sip it black, no additives whatsoever.

“I don’t think I’ve seen many people your age drink their coffee with nothing in it” Dick said jokingly; catching your attention and bringing you back to earth as you gave a somewhat embarrassed smile.

“At the home we have a coffee maker, but the milk, sugar, groceries, and everything else that’s somewhat edible is usually fought over and only lasts one day if not one hour. I use some of the money I make at my job to buy my own coffee and keep it in my drawer, but that’s really all I can afford due to the rest of the money being used for necessities like soap and toothpaste. So I kind of grew to like my coffee black with nothing in it.”

So that’s why she’s so happy here, necessities are scarce there. Bruce thought as he smiled at you comment; pouring himself his own cup of coffee before looking up at you. “You’re quite the ambitious young worker aren’t you? Where do you work?” He asked

“I work at a bakery three blocks down from the home, my boss was a good friend of my mom’s, and she grew to be more of a family friend.” You said before taking another sip.  

“Interesting. Ever asked if you could reside in her household instead of invading my own?” Damian said as he walked through the door with Titus by his side.

“Really Damian? Because while you were out walking Titus we were asking Bruce if we could trade you for (Y/N). I mean she’s nicer, a harder worker, much more grateful, and overall ten times better than you.” Dick spat back at Damian in defense of you as Bruce chastised him for being so blunt; Damian’s eyes widening before stepping up to Bruce and staring him dead in the face.

“You can’t be serious right? You’re actually taking the street rat into our home?! She’s not even useful! I could see if she had potential use as a side kick, but she’s an emotional girl! And not only that, but she’s Slade’s daughter! The fact that you’re all even considering this shows the audacity that witch has! She’s an unwanted, worthless stray, and she’s not staying here!” Damian ranted, Bruce having enough and immediately jumping up from his chair to slam both his fists onto the table as he stood face to face with an equally combat ready Damian.

Meanwhile, you tried to hide the tears that ran down your cheeks; jutting up from your seat and running out of the dining room and out of the house slamming the door behind you; Dick about to stand up and stop you from leaving before Tim held him down in his seat as Jason gave Dick useful advice.

Let her cool down. Jason mouthed to Dick as she ran out the door; Bruce and Damian so focused on each other they didn’t even realize you’d left until they heard the door slam.  

It was then that Damian faltered, a feeling in his gut dipping for the first time as he turned to see you were no longer in your seat as he felt his feet take a few steps forward. What in God’s name was this? Was this Guilt?

It was then that he started running, Bruce yelling something behind him as she ran out the door, but his ears too focused on the thoughts raging in his head to even hear what Bruce said. Once running down the drive through he caught up to you causing you to start running away from him; finally getting close enough to grab you by the arm and spin you around.  

“Let go of me!” You yelled at him; the look on his face confirming his realization that you’d been sobbing before you used your free burning hand to slap him across the face. He stumbled backwards before looking up at you and raising an arm as he stuttered somewhat at a loss for words.

“(Y/N) they really do want you to stay I just… I WAS… I-I’M NOT MYSELF WHENEVER YOU’RE NEAR ME!! YOU… YOU MAKE ME… weak.” Damian confessed; his ice blue eyes melting as they locked on your hot (Y/E/C) ones, his words causing you to step closer to him and softly cup you hand over his cheek.  

You may be able to fool everyone else Damian Wayne, but you don’t fool me. You’re arrogant, rude, selfish, hateful, and sadly –hollow hearted. I saw it the moment I met you. You go around wearing a mask of pride, but deep inside there’s a repression you struggle to keep locked away –your hope of one day being loved and loving in return. It’s not me you have a problem with Damian, it’s yourself.” You said before removing your hand from his cheek and walking up the large driveway.

You entered the Wayne Manor to be welcomed inside by Alfred, Bruce, Tim, Dick, and Jason who walked you back to the table and ate dinner together with you –Damian standing deep in thought in the driveway contemplating your words in silence.  



Slade sat before the large monitor screen; pitch black surrounding him as he played through the vivid video imagery downloaded onto the monitor from the neuro-chip placed inside of it. The underground Bunker he sat in was completely empty besides him and his daughter Rose, Rose sighing as she stood next to the man that scanned the video.  

“Such a large amount of pain for such a young girl.” Slade said with a sigh.

“Her mother died. Big deal.” Rose spat with a scowl as her father continued to focus on Margery.

“The explosion on her and her mother’s flight was her own doing; in self defense nonetheless -but her lack of knowledge of her abilities at that time caused her to kill everyone on that plane, along with the person most dear to her. Her subconscious makes it obvious that she still loathes herself for it; her psyche unlocking itself from repression and unleashing the strenuous shame and guilt she feels for killing so many.” Slade said before looking at Rose.

“So, why are you looking through her recorded nightmares again?” Rose asked with annoyance in her voice.

“Because Rose, in order to break that resilient moral code of hers we must go deep into her subconscious. Only when we break her, will the moral code she abides by fall; and once that’s out of the way, there will be nothing stopping her from joining us.

Rose rolled her eyes as her father continued to calculate his sinister plan; his eyes narrowing as a wicked smirk crawled up the left side of his face- all while Rose looked at him and huffed.

(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N)! Why is it always about stupid (Y/N)? You don’t need her! You have the better version of her standing right before your eyes. How do you plan to break the pesky girl anyway?”

Slade sighed in annoyance towards his older daughter before turning to face her; the wheels turning in his head as he grinned wickedly.

“The same way she was broken the first time” 


Goals (Part Two)

Packing the items was basically me shopping for new clothing to impress Daveed and his family. A (f/c) dress for the ‘real’ day, brand new outfits for the days I would hang around, searching the depths of Pinterest to find new hairstyles. The whole week was basically full of stress as Daveed also made you listen about his family.

His mother this, grandmother that. We got together at the Hamilton Opening show, we officially called each other boyfriend and girlfriend soon after. All these real facts with fake events intervened.

But after all the hard work and concentration, here we both were, walking to the front door of his mother’s house. Deep breaths were being used between the both of us, stress rising over our bodies. Yet, something calmed my nervousness as we stopped in front of the plain white door. Daveed had intervened his fingers with mine, looking at me almost for permission.

“You ready?” Daveed questioned me, his eyebrow quirked. I smile a bit and nod, swallowing thick spit.

Daveed gripped the doorknob, twisting it and opened the door, chuckling as he shook his head. “My mom never locks doors when family is supposed to come,” he says lovingly. I pull my suitcase and walk inside the house, the smell of food and lovely perfume hit my nostrils.

“Mother!” Daveed called out, shutting the door behind us and put my suitcase aside. Not even a second later you could hear running steps, coming to meet their beloved Daveed.

“Oh Daveed!” An elderly voice called out, barging into the hallway. Eyes landed on both of you.

“Hello mother!” He says as he walks to her, hugging her tightly. Her eyes did not leave mine, smile plastered on her kind face, “Is this her?” She whispered, trying to not be as loud but I still could hear her.

He nodded softly and she giggled a bit as she separated from Daveed and came towards me. I smiled kindly towards her, she then wrapped me around her arms, as if we knew each other for ever. “Oh, (Y/N)! I’ve been waiting to meet you forever!”

“Oh, ma’m, the excitement is the same!” I said with the kind of happiness. Daveed stood there, shocked at how excited his mother was.

We both parted as she gripped my shoulders, looking at my physique. She turned her head towards Daveed, cocking her head.

“You got a real pretty one Daveed! Respectful too,” she stated. Daveed nodded, throwing me a thumbs up at both of our accomplishments. And we just got here.

“Well, since your room is the only unused room, both of you will be there Daveed. Untouched and everything. I even left those magazines you had,” she laughed as Daveed blushed profusely. “Thanks mom, we will be back down when we are done settling in!”

He got his and my suitcase and began taking it upstairs as I carried my travel bag, walking up the old stairs. He opened the door knowingly, seeing blue walls with a big bed in the middle, a tv and some dressers and a desk by the window.

“Your mother is the sweetest ever,” I stated simply. He nodded, putting our bags near the closet.

“Okay, well phase one is complete,” he said jokingly. “Phase one?” I questioned, sitting on his bed. “My mom loving you. Now the other phases to complete.”

“Okay, well since tomorrow is the big day we should head to bed soon and talk about everything,” he continued, sitting next to me, well not even next to me. Practically on top!

With that, the hour or two that was still early was spent getting ready and speaking to his mother. When it was time, we both excused ourselves as well did his mother.

“Okay, I can sleep on the flo-” Daveed began but I cut him off. “No!” I exclaimed way too quickly. I cleared my throat, slowly saying, “no, why would you do that? Just sleep with me!” I said happily, dragging him on the bed with me.

Slipping under the covers, both he and I turned to face each other smiling.

“Good night, (Y/N),” he whispered.

“Good night Daveed.”

I know (Damian Wayne imagine)

Requested: Yes
Request: Can you write on with older Damien Wayne. Basically Damien gets jealous bc the reader is a very affectionate person so people mistake it for flirting. One day this guy gets the wrong signal and makes a move on her. Damien sees and gets all jealous and possessive.
Summary: Jealous Damian to the rescue.
Word count: 541
Warning(s): Fluff; jealousy

It’s a normal occurrence that me and Damian went to his father’s galas, ever since we started dating.

It was a chance for him to show me off to the world and also, since he had to suffer through them, so did I. It was a way to keep him from loosing his mind at these events.

I was wearing a black dress with beautiful lace sleeves and an open back. The black matched Damians suit well, we were that annoying couple that tried to match at events like this.

 We arrived and did the regular talking to all the important people, Damians hand not once leaving my back. As the night went on, Bruce dragged Damian to meet other business men, leaving me all alone and bored out of my mind, the posh scene was definitely not my thing at all, so I made my way to the bar. Asking the bartender to get me a margarita.

 After just a few minutes a man sits on the stool next to mine ordering his own drink, he joked that he usually ordered whiskey on the rocks but this time he was feeling extra manly and skipped the ice, earning a chuckle from the bartender. 

I recognized him as a man that we talked to when we arrived. 

“Bored?” I ask him while putting on a polite smile, sipping on my drink. 

“Yeah, this really isn’t my thing, how about you? Wayne boy got pulled away?”

“Yeah he needed to talk business, really not my thing to be honest.“ I roll my eyes playfully, earning a soft almost giggle from him.

 “Wanna dance?” He asked, finishing his glass and giving out his hand. Taking my last sip and pushing away the glass, I hold on to his fingers, "sure, why not?" 

When we got to the dance floor he put his hands on my hips, making sure what he’s doing is appropriate. We start to dance, I can feel an intense glare being sent our way, figuring it’s Damian.

 As we dance the mans hands go lower and lower towards my back making me feel uncomfortable. 

I begin to slowly shift away, trying to get his hands off. 

Damian, sensing my slight panic, appears next to me, an arm protectively around my back. 

"Having fun, beloved?” He asks dangerously sweetly, sending a bat-glare™ towards the offender, who has now disconnected his hands. 

“Mr. Wayne, what a pleasure, but why do you have to ruin the fun?” He asks playfully.

 "Well, you were obviously making my beloved here uncomfortable, so if I were you I’d back off.“ Damian threatened, straightening his back a little more, to seem more intimidating. The man just huffed and backed away. 

"TT, are you alright habibti?” He starts guiding me towards the exit. 

“Yeah I’m alright.” A sly smile on my face. 

“What is funny, my love?” He says opening the door for me. 

“You were totally jealous.” I tease. His face lights up just slightly, a light smile on his face. “I don’t like people touching what’s mine, you know that beloved, my goal is to keep you safe.” 

 I slide my hand down his jaw lightly, looking lovingly in his green eyes.

 "I know, Damian,I know.“


With love,

All Mine

Rating: M

Word Count: 1,910 

Warnings: cursing, smut, rough sex, jealousy, hickies, fighting

Synopsis: Y/N doesn’t like how close Calum and Nia have gotten over the tour.

I am not hating on Nia, she was literally the only person from Hey Violet it could think of so, yeah


Disclaimer: This gif does not belong to me, it belongs to the lovely person who made it ________________________________________________________________

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I Do

[Summary]: Your wedding day to a genius, billionaire, playboy and philanthropist.

[Warning]: fluff, fluff and nothing BUT FLUFF

[Pairing]: Tony x reader

A/N: I had such a blast writing this! Made myself cry while writing it. Feedback is appreciated!

Tagging: @bovaria @the-real-tony-stank @capsbuchanan @nostalgic-uncertainty @marvel-ash @dividedwecantfall @that-sokovian-bastard @mellifluous-melodramas @i-dont-know-how-to-write

Originally posted by offwall

“You look beautiful, [Y/N],” Bucky said.

You twirled around in your Ines di Santo wedding dress, getting a good look at every angle of it in the mirror. It looked absolutely perfect on you. You couldn’t believe that you were about to be married to a genius, billionaire, playboy and philanthropist. But today was the day to scratch “playboy” off that list.

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The Spookiest Place on Earth

Summary: MGGXReader take a trip to Disney world during October, he surprises her with something life-changing at the end. lots of fluff.
Warnings: only if youre allergic to happiness and spooky fun
requested by anonyme
okay so like disclaimer ive never been to disney world so i actually have no idea what its like i just went by photos and things ive heard about disney oops. -Estelle🌟

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Steal you away for tonight- A Zain Tolstoy ( Be my princess) smut shot!

Your beautiful form dressed in a tight pastel blue dress was turning him on the whole evening not letting his mind wander away from you even for a second. His s forest green eyes followed your every move across the banquet hall, drinking in the way your luscious hair glistened under the warm light of the chandeliers and the natural sway of your hips, making him burn with desire and need to take you up to his room and make sweet, tender love to you.  Your form was moving away from the crowded center of the hall, without think he came up behind you whispering hotly into sensitive ear “ You look so beautiful tonight, my princess.”

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Come back to me... (Kylo/Ben Solo x Reader)

Ben always anticipated that the sins of his past would come to haunt him. He shed the name Kylo Ren some time ago, wishing to atone for his crimes by assisting you, Rey, his mother, and the Resistance to fight against the First order. Leia tried convincing him that he is no longer the man he once was, but there are times he still sees Kylo Ren. 

You examine him closely as he sat across from you at the dinner table, lost in his own thoughts. His strong brows knit together, deep eyes staring at nothing in particular- so deep in his mind that he only responds to the moment your hand lay on top of his. His hands were hard, calloused, scars and discolorations marked the years of training and the lives taken by the same 10 digits. But you lifted the hands to your lips anyway, planting loving kisses on his knuckles. How many times does he look at the scars on his body, how many times has he gazed at a mirror and seen the monster Kylo Ren staring back? He might want to push the beast away- deny its existence, but he was in there. Kylo Ren could still be seen in Ben’s rage, in the way he fights with his saber, and even in his passion…  He wants to push his monster away- deny its existence, but you made it your goal to show him that you love all sides of him. Yes, even the monster that still might be lurking within him, the beast Kylo Ren.

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KBTBB: Soryu x Mc - Forever Yours (Request)

@annamreed requested. (For some reason i can’t tag her though)

Original ask: “ I like to see a happy Soryu , maybe his reaction of seeing mc in her wedding dress walking down the aisle, maybe mc stay away for a week before the wedding so she could surprise him”

Fluff, crossover with BUM a little.

Note: Request closed.

Now, here goes~


*Soryu’s PoV:

“Yeah, she’s not here right now”

Soryu heaves a soft sigh and looked away after hearing Eisuke said so. It had been two days and she was no where to be found. In less than one week, their wedding was going to be held. In a position of a fiance, of course Soryu would be worried. He worried if she was kidnapped. He worried if something bad happened to her since he’s a mob boss. He also worried that what if…she didn’t love him anymore and decided to leave him without saying anything. He tried to contact her, but none of his calls or messages got a reply.

“She would never leave you. She’s not that kind if woman and you know that. Trust her.”
“…..I do trust her. It’s just…I can’t help but be worried.”

Soryu raked his hand through his hair as he glanced back at Eisuke just when he averted his eyes back to the pile of paperwork. He narrowed his eyes and asked Eisuke.

“Do you know anything about her missing?”
“Hell if I know.”

‘Make sense. How should he know something about my wife to be while I don’t?’ Soryu thought to himself then left the penthouse.


*3rd PoV:

“We gotta be hurry. There’s not much time left.”
“I know! Why don’t you come up with something?”
“Can’t you see I’m trying?”

Ota and Itsuki, the designer of the fashion brand Hope, were arguing back and forth. They were asked to design a wedding dress for her, but they didn’t seem to agree with a final design yet. Eisuke was the one who asked them. He thought with Itsuki’s help, Ota would have less to do. Plus, two heads were better than just one. However, they weren’t getting along well. As for her, she tried to refused Eisuke’s offer of being in charge of the dress and letting her take a week off work to work with Ota and Itsuki as well. Of course, with Eisuke’s personality, refuse wasn’t an option. He said she could consider it as his wedding gift. And she accepted. They agreed not to tell Soryu about this though. They wanted it to be a surprise.

“Tch. What was Eisuke thinking? I could do a better job alone.”
“If it wasn’t for your boss, I would never accept this job. I have enough work in my plate.”

They kept glaring at each other, forgetting the time. A few days later.

“Ota, Mr. Matsuba.”
“Mm..hm? It’s morning already?”

She woke the angelic artist and the talented designer up as they slept soundly. She made them breakfast and while they were eating, she asked:

“Did you guys finish the dress? Can I see it?”

Both Ota and Itsuki shouted in sync then they looked at each other and smirked as if scheming something.

“You’ll see tomorrow.”
“But at least the bride can see her own dress…”
“No means no.”

*The next day:

“Has she come back?”
“Probably yes.”
“Probably? What do you mean!? It’s almost time!!”

Soryu screamed at the other bidders. He was wearing his most formal and coolest suit ever. His slick back hairstyle was the same, but somehow he looked totally different. Deep inside, he was a mess. However he had no choice but to get to the church first. ‘This is the weirdest wedding ever. What kind of husband can’t even see his wife before the ceremony? Not to mention she’s been missing for a week. Damn it!’ Soryu got annoyed but he reluctantly went to the church. As the ceremony was getting started, the closed door of the church opened slowly with a loud noise. There she stood with her eyes closed. Her hair was softly curled and she was wearing a small elegant tiara. Her dress was beyond gorgeous. It wasn’t completely white, it was an in between of white and beige which made her look so beautiful and there’s something soft, soothing when Soryu looked at her. The back of her dress spread wide on the floor as she slowly raised her head and walked in. She spotted Soryu standing in front of the altar and her lips naturally curved into a happy smile. Soryu felt like all the oxygen in his body had left him. He just simply stood there staring at his wife as if it was the very first time he saw her. He felt love swelling in his heart as he waited for her to stand next to him patiently. He had no idea Eisuke together with Ota and Itsuki were smirking since their plan was a success. Baba was clapping his hands and smile happily while tears were gathering from the corner of his eyes. He felt like the father who was letting his precious daughter go. Mamoru didn’t say anything, though he seemed to be livelier than usual. He handed Baba his handkerchief and sighed a little.

When she was standing next to Soryu, she turned to look at her beloved husband who was feeling head over heels for her all over again. They looked at each other lovingly as the ceremony went smoothly. Finally, after exchanging rings, Soryu lifted her chin a little then he kissed her softly. The kiss only lasted briefly. However, he didn’t pull back. In stead, he brought his face close to her ears and whispered:

“I’m yours…forever.”

Feeling overwhelmed by the happiness, she cried beautiful tears as she nodded and whispered back into Soryu’s ears.

“I’m also forever yours, Soryu.”

They kissed again sweetly. This time, Baba cried so loudly that Ota and Mamoru had to dragged him out of the church. Later, after the ceremony had ended. Everyone gathered at the staircase in front of the church and congratulated the happy couple, the star of the day. All their friends, their family, also the guys from Ice Dragons were happy for them. Though, the journey of their lives only had just begun.

The end.


Sooo that’s all for the wedding dress and Soryu’s reaction request. I really hope you enjoyed it and I’m sorry for any mistakes I made. I’m sorry if it’s not good and poorly written. T^T
But I tried so…ahaha~

Much love

Ned fell back into bed breathing heavily and hugged his wife to his chest. He had gone months without her and the stranger he had married years ago had become a beloved wife. Being with her wiped the memories of the siege of Pyke from his mind momentarily. Cat smiled lovingly up at him and he kissed her nose playfully. He was home and the war was behind him.

“How have the children been.”

“Sansa is doing magnificently with her studies and Ser Rodrick Cassel says Robb is doing well in practice.”

Ned knew better than to ask about Jon, Catelyn was still sore that he refused to send the boy away and thoroughly ignored him. She knew better than to ask again.

“And Arya?”

“She is the most difficult baby to ever be born in the seven kingdoms.” Cat said with a laugh. “She started crawling earlier than expected and manages to get into any and every mess possible.  And she missed you so, I only managed to quiet her when I wrapped her in one of your shirts. The children keep taking her to the gods wood when she’s being difficult. I was furious at first but she always seems calmed when she comes back. ”

Ned heard his baby start to wail from the other room, he rolled out of bed and pulled on his pants before kissing Cat on the forehead. Arya was standing and pulling on the cradles bar wailing loudly until she saw him through her tears and reached for him with a whimper.

“Gods how you’ve grown.” He murmured as he picked her up and carried her to bed. When he left for war she was less than two weeks old. He had missed so much.

“Umaba” She said kicking her feet and clapping her hands.  

“Can you say Papa?” Ned asked tentatively.

Arya looked up at him and scrunched her face in thought before shouting “NO!”

Ned couldn’t help but laugh as he passed her to Catelyn who had pulled on a shift and pressed her heavy breast into her mouth.
“I should start weaning her soon.” She muttered as Arya latched on and fed with vigor. “Hush child.”

“I could hire a wet-nurse.” Ned suggested.

“There is no need, she’s almost old enough to go without. ”

Ned nodded and reached for his pups hand, she grasped his finger in a tight grip that made him smile. when she had been fed, burped and changed Cat lay  her in bed between the two of them.

“She does not like being alone,” Cat explained as she pulled the covers up to their chin.
“She wants her pack.” Ned answered brushing her hair from her face and watched his youngest daughter’s eyes grow heavy with sleep.

I’m just feeling Winterfell right now. especially Ned and Arya

it’s become a series

links below

Lyarra and Ned w/flowers personal favorite

Arya and Ned with flowers love this one

Ned and Arya 

Sansa Arya

anonymous asked:

i don't know if your requests are still open, but gengi getting like a million little smooches from his s/o? bonus points if they're face smooches!!!

{ !! How adorable!! 💘 }

> Genji is intrigued at the way his beloved held his hands in theirs, alternating between the two to mark gentle pecks on every one of his mechanical fingers, even on his palms and wrists. His curiosity deepened when they began a trail of kisses up his left arm, seemingly unfazed by the fact that his robotic body subtly heated up at their actions, especially once they got to his neck. Resisting the urge to steam, he stayed still as they lovingly brushed their lips over his shoulders and collarbone, then stopped when they met his face. Wordlessly, they reached up to remove his face-mask, revealing a rather red-faced Shimada who stared at his partner in quiet awe. “…Is there something you need, beloved?” He asked, his tone meek as he blinked wondrously at them, trying to discern their motives from their oddly serious expression; he’ll be more than surprised when their lovely face suddenly lit up with a beaming smile, and before he knew it, their lips were pressed all over his rough skin, giggles and coos of admiration filling the air as they kissed his face with tenderness. He’s blushing as he steadies them in his arms, little chuckles of his own escaping him the more they adorned his scarred complexion with those sweet lips of theirs. “This was your plan all along, was it not?” He concludes with a sheepish smile, his eyes crinkling upwards as he grinned at their affectionate self.

“You are truly a blessing, my dove.”

Brett Talbot - “My ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years failing to get over them.“ - Part two

Originally posted by stilinski-jpeg

Originally posted by moan-s

Request: part two to that drabble where my ex-boyfriend invites me to his wedding one?

Author: Sakura

A/N: Hey Everyone! I’m finally back with a new Imagine and the second part of this very requested wedding prompt. It took me a long time to write and I apologize for that, but the thing is that I got really carried away with the ideas in my head that I had for this storyline. That is why I’m going to write a third and final part for this amazing prompt! I must admit that I’m not completely happy with it, but I still hope you guys enjoy it and that you like it as much as you liked the first one :) Thank you for your patience and we’re really sorry for not posting much! Anyway, hope you enjoy and if you want us to write more don’t hesitate to send in request x

Wordcount: 3206

Characters: Reader, Brett Talbot, Maia aka Ex-boyfriends fiancé/wife

The wedding day.

I gasped as I starred at my reflection in the mirror. I was wearing a tight burgundy dress with some lace details and some cute black high heels while my usual straight, long hair was curled. My make-up was minimal and natural – some mascara and red lipstick. Nothing too dramatic or exaggerated. Just the outcome that I wanted.

“(Y/N)?” Brett’s familar voice pulled me out of my thoughts and I turned my head towards the door. He stood by the doorframe with a nervous smile on his face while he was struggling to fix his tie. “I thought maybe you could help me?” He rubbed his neck sheepishly and looked at me with a crooked smile on his face. “Sure,” I replied as I approached him. Brett’s eyes were studying every move of me while I was fixing his black tie.

“There you go,” I said after his tie was fixed. “now it’s perfect.” I smiled and looked down at him. He was dressed in a pair of dark jeans, a white button-down shirt under his blue coat and the black tie I had just fixed for him. His light blonde-brown hair was perfectly styled back as usual. Damn, he looked really good. I thought as I studied him, but immediately shook it off again. He’s your best friend, (Y/N). Just your best friend, don’t forget about that, I told myself while mentally punching myself in the forehead for thinking that Brett looked hot.

“Thanks,” Brett said, pulling me out of my own thoughts again. “So..are you ready to go?” He asked as he was looking down at me. I nodded, even though I wasn’t really ready.

I mean, I was really nervous about Jake’s wedding and seeing him, his fianceé and family again, who were probably going to ask me the most uncomfortable questions about my life, which I was definitely not ready for. Luckily they all thought that Brett was my boyfriend, since that is what I told Jake on the phone a few weeks back, so maybe they wouldn’t talk to me about mine and Jake’s relationship back when we were younger, because I knew it would probably make me emotional in some kind of way.

I really didn’t want anyone to know, that I never really got over Jake and our terrible break up, and that he was the reason I was scared to trust and love anyone ever again.

“Yeah, I guess I am,” I answered after a while and looked back at Brett’s face. He just smiled and offered me his arm, which I gladly took and linked mine with before we left my room and went downstairs together. A silence fell between us while Brett led me the way to our ordered cab but I enjoyed it. Brett knew how freaked out I was about the wedding and the whole ‘meeting my ex-boyfriend’ scenario and that’s why he was giving me some space and time for myself and I was really grateful that he did that.

“Don’t worry, okay? I promise I’ll be the best fake-boyfriend there’ll ever be” Brett said as we arrived outside. He then opened the door of the cab for me with a little smirk plastered on his face. I giggled and nudged his shoulder before I slid into the back of the cab. “I know, you will. I’m really glad you’re my best friend and my date for the wedding, Brett. Seriously, I don’t know what I’d do without you,” I told him as he slid into the seat next to me. “You’d probably be very desperate I’d say,” Brett chuckled and I shook my head, laughing. “Yeah, probably.” He said and we both bursted out laughing.


About an hour later, we finally arrived at the wedding place. It was a big, old but very pretty chapel with coloured windows and beautiful looking decorations on the outside. A few people were gathered outside, waiting for the wedding ceremony to start. All of them were wearing fancy dresses and designer suits, already making me feel insecure about myself.“Are you sure we’re at the right place?” I asked Brett as we stood infront of the big chapel. “Uhm, at least it’s what was written on the inivitation card,” Brett responded, looking as suprised and taken aback as I was.

“Well, we can still turn around and leave, you know? It’s not like anyone would notice anyway.” I said, while watching the crowd of people going inside of the building for the wedding ceremony that was about to start soon.

A few seconds passed and Brett and I were the last people standing outside. I noticed Brett shooting a glance at me. “(Y/N),” He put his hand on my shoulder, causing me to look at him. “I know it’s not easy for you to be here today, I totally get that. But you’re here now and I promise you that we will get through this day, together, okay? We’re both pretty nervous, you probably more than I am, but as long as we’re together I know it will be alright.” He assured me with a sympathic smile on his face.

The clock of the chapel rang, which was the sign that the wedding was starting just in a few minutes and I felt my heartbeat increasing immediately. There was a part of me that wanted to run away and go back home to crawl under my blanket, but the other part knew that Brett was right. He was with me and we both were a pretty good team. We’ve always been. Although I was pretty nervous about this whole day, with Brett by my side I had at least someone I could trust with all of my heart, which made the whole day less scary and nerve wrecking than I had thought.

“Thank you,” I said, giving him a small smile. I took his right hand and intertwined it with mine. Brett smiled at my gesture and squeezed my hand a little, comforting me once again. “We should probably go,” Brett nodded and we both headed towards the entrance of the chapel.


A few people turned around as Brett and I entered the chapel. Some of them turned away as soon as they realized that I was not the bride, but some of them kept starring and started whispering with each other. It instantely made me feel uncomfortable, but Brett stood right beside me, his hand still holding on to mine, while we were looking for a place to sit. “Hey, it’s okay. Just ignore them, (Y/N).” Brett whispered into my ear as we slid into a free place in the second row.

I nodded and held onto Brett’s hand, trying to ignore all those strangers who were looking at me. “You look beautiful, that’s why they’re all starring,” Brett stated out of the blue. I felt the heat rise to my cheeks. Woah, did Brett Talbot just make me blush? I thought as I looked away from him, trying to hide a shy smile. “Thank you. You don’t look bad yourself, Mr.Talbot,” Brett just smiled at me for a second and then looked back at the front where Jake, his best man and the priest were waiting for the bride to walk down the aisle.

“Ladies and Gentlemen… please arise from your seats for the bride and her father,” A voice said coming from the speakers. Everyone in the room stood up and turned around towards the door and so did Brett and I. As soon as the door of the chapel opened and the bride and her father entered the room, loud piano music settled in and everyone watched the beautiful bride slowly walk down the aisle. Well, everyone except for me. I was the only one who looked at the groom, Jake. I felt my heart ache a little when I saw him, but ignored it. His face lit up at the sight of his fianceé and right at that moment, I knew that he really loved her.

A few moments later, the bride finally arrived at the front and now stood next to the groom. She kissed her father goodbye, before she turned towards the priest and smiled happily at Jake. He took her hand into his and they looked in each others eyes.

A silence fell into the room and everyone paid attention to the couple at the front. The priest looked at Jake, then at his fianceé Maia and then looked at both of them. “Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of the witnesses, to join Jake William White and Maia Grace Jacobs in matrimony to be honorable among all; and therefore is not to be entered into lightly but reverently, passionately, lovingly and solemny. Their time together they have seen the love and understanding of each other grow and blossom and now have decided to live out the rest of their lives as one. If any person can  show just cause why they may not be joined together – let them speak now or forever hold their peace,” the priest and the couple looked up at the guests to see if someone had to say something.

They waited a couple of seconds, before the priest moved on. “May their marriage bring them peace, joy, comfort and contentment that is known in the hearts of all god’s children. Jake and Maia, your love for each other will grow deeper with every passing day, but it is important to remember that your love stands on a foundation of genuine, mutual affection and respect for each other. So let us begin that foundation with the vows you’ve each prepared for the other one.” The priest spoke, looking at Jake and giving him a nod as a sign to start with his vow.

Jake looked at Maia and smiled at her. “My beautiful fianceé,” He spoke, his gaze never leaving her face. “I, Jake William White, take you Maia Grace Jacobs, to be my wife, my partner in life and my one true love from this day forward. In the presence of our family and friends, I offer you my solemn vow to be there for you in sickness and in health, in good time and in bad, and in joy as well as in sorrow. I promise to love you unconditionally, to support you in your goals, to honor and respect you, to laugh with you and cry with you, and to cherish you for as long as we both shall life.” He finished his vow and Maia and all of their family, who were sitting in the row infront of us, bursted out in tears.

I looked over at Brett who looked pretty happy. At least he’s enjoying it, I thought as I watched Maia hold her vow. “[…] I will trust you and respect you, laugh with you and cry with you, loving you faithfully through good times and bad, regardless of the things we have to face together. I give you my hand, my heart, and my love, from this day forward and for the rest of our lives. I love you, Jake. I will always love you.” I heard Maia speak, while more tears ran down her cheeks.

After a little prayer and the exchanging of the rings, the priest started with the declaration of marriage. “By the power vested in me by the State of California, I now pronounce you Jake William White and Maia Grace Jacobs, husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” Without any hesitation Jake kissed his new wife passionately and all the guests applauded.

“I present to you the newly married couple Mr. and Mrs. White,” The priest announced happily, causing all the guests to stand up and applaud even louder now. Before everyone was going to celebrate the new married couple, the priest closed the wedding ceremony with another prayer and a poem which was performed by Maia’s younger sister. After that, the couple left the chapel and all the guests followed. I remained by Brett’s side while we also left the chapel together.


The weddingparty was at a pretty location just a few meters away from the chapel. The bridalcouple sat in a white carriage drawn by four white horses, leading the way for all the guests to their party location. It took us about fifteen minutes to get there and by every minute passing by I realized that the reunion with my ex-boyfriend, his family and his new wife was getting closer and closer. I felt my heartbeat increasing at the thought of meeting them soon and was about to freak out again.

Brett somehow seemed to sense my nervousness and kept holding on to my hand, squeezing it lightly while giving me an assuring smile. “It’s gonna be alright, (Y/N). I’m with you,” He told me as we made our way inside the pretty decorated hall that was the location for the big wedding party. I smiled back at him. “I know. Thank you Brett.” He nodded as a response and we both started to gaze around the room.

It was a big hall where everything was gold and white coloured. There were several tables and seats for the guests spread across the room, on each table was a bouquet of beautiful  white flowers and white candles such as dishes for the festive dinner. On the walls were mirrors and big white windows that brightened up the room and chandeliers that were hanging down from the ceiling. The room looked really pretty and nuptial.

“It’s really pretty isn’t it?” A voice pulled me out of my thoughts and caused me to jump. As I look up I meet gaze with Maia, Jake’s new wife. I feel my blood freezing in my veins and my hands sweating.

She was gorgeous. Her brown hair was tight up in a bun and she was wearing a veil with a little tiara on top. She had a rather natural make up while her wedding dress was the eye-catcher. It was a white long-sleeved lace dress that sat tight around her waist while the end of the dress hang loose around the rest of her body. In her hand she had a sweet little bouquet out of different pretty flowers.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to make you jump. I’m Maia the bride and you must be (Y/N). Jake told me a lot about you and I’m really glad to finally meet you. Did you like the wedding ceremony?” Maia asked, while looking at me with bright, happy eyes. God, why did she have to be so nice and friendly? Wasn’t it enough that she’s already blessed with a beautiful body and face? I thought while I caught myself starring at her.

“Yes, I’m (Y/N), nice to meet you, too Maia. The ceremony was very lovely and I’m looking forward to the party and the rest of the day. Thank you for the invitation and of course, congratulations from me and my boyfriend Brett,” I looked up to Brett, who was smiling down at me, his arm securely wrapped around my waist. He nodded and kissed me on the side of my head. I felt something weird in the pit of my stomach when I felt his lips pressed against the side of my head, but I ignored it.

He probably just wanted to impress Maia and the others and show them that he was the perfect boyfriend for me. “Nice to meet you, Brett.” Maia smiled at him as well and I asked myself how someone could be so happy all the time, but than I realized that she had just married the man she loved and that everyone had gathered to celebrate that special occassion that was all about her and Jake.

“So, do you wanna join me and my husband? He and his family are thrilled to see you again,” Maia said, looking over her shoulder to the table where Jake and his family sat. She waved him and he smiled back at her while he was talking to a person that sat next to him, who I didn’t recognize. “Sure, just give us a minute okay? There’s something (Y/N) and I need to talk about. But I promise we’ll be right there,” Brett replied and looked at Maia, offering her a small smile. She nodded and headed towards the table to where her new husband and family sat.

“So, what do you wanna talk about?” I turned to Brett and raised my brows at him. “Are you okay? I know how hard it is for you to see Jake and his family and I just wanted to make sure you’re alright,” He asked, sounding like he was genuinely worried about me. I mean he was my best friend and I was really glad to be here with him but something felt different about Brett, something felt odd. I just really don’t know what it is, though. He seemed to be happy during the ceremony and on our way here, but now that we were about to meet Jake, he seemed so cold and angry, almost like he was jealous. But why would Brett be jealous? We’re best friends, we’ve always been… or not?

“(Y/N)?” Brett said, snapping me out of my thoughts and getting my attention back. “Sorry, what did you ask again?” I blushed a little because of my thoughts and tried to push them away. “I wanted to know If you’re okay,” Brett repeated. I nodded. “Yeah, I’m alright I guess. I’m still nervous about seeing him again, but other than that I’m good.” I told him, which was the truth. Something inside of me told me that I was ready to finally face my biggest fear of meeting my ex-boyfriend again.

“Okay, but you know that you don’t have to do this, right? We can still leave if you feel uncomfortable or something,” Brett told me, sounding like he wanted to convince me not to talk to Jake and his family. But why would he want that? “I’m fine Brett, really. I know you’re worried about me, but you don’t have to be. So, can we just go now and talk to Jake and his family? I really want to get it over with.” I said and looked at him with raised eyebrows. Brett didn’t say anything, instead he just nodded.

“Okay, ready to play girlfriend and boyfriend, Talbot?” I asked him as I nudged his side.“Sure, whatever you say, (Y/N).” Brett responded, sounding rather annoyed. What was wrong with him? I really don’t have time for this right now. Guess we have to talk about it later, I thought to myself before walking towards the table where Jake, Maya and his family sat.

While we were getting closer and closer to the table, I could sense that this reunion with my ex boyfriend and his family was not exactly going to be how I wanted..

To be continued…

Let Me Love You Again

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avengers!Reader

Type: SongSmut!Fic (Kiss You Inside Out - Hedley)

Description: Sometimes history can’t help but repeat itself just as Bucky can’t help but fall in love with (Y/N) all over again.

A/N: The Avengers doesn’t know that Steve, Sam and Reader found Bucky.

Requested by Anon

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For Whom I Weep

TITLE:For Whom I Weep


AUTHOR: wolfpawn 


Imagine Loki being gifted a skilled shield maiden on a special occasion to ensure his safety in battle (one similar to a Valkyrie in many respects), and with whom he develops a strong bond with as...


NOTES/WARNINGS: Hervor is a Shield Maiden from Norse Mythology who effectively was better than any other fighter she crossed paths with. 

Frigga’s three thousandth name day had arrived, though the Allmother herself was not too fond of celebrating the milestone; the realm, and indeed her husband and sons were. Dignitaries, royals and other persons of note came from all the Nine Realms to celebrate her, as she was widely adored. Strong and poised, she was the epitome of a woman in the eyes of so many. The palace was readied for the feast and celebration that would mark the great day. Gold was the queens colour, so the palace that was already so golden was made even more so.

Thor and Loki had their armour modified and polished so to add the markings of their mother’s house, that of the Vanir royal family, added to them. Odin too had his clothing lined with her symbols. The entire family were the picture of regal propitiatory; elegant and pristine.

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