body explodes in fire

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Originally posted by shirtlessthomas

chris evans x reader (smut)

warnings: smut, dirty talk, tattoo kink? NSFW GIF. 

prompt: small discussion of tattoos leads to smutty goodness.

a small yawn left your lips as your head rested on your boyfriends chest, the curtains were drawn closed leaving you in a dimly lit room, the only noise surrounding you was your breathing and the sound of his steady heartbeat by your ear. you and chris had been dating for two months but having time together or even alone was a rarity considering his line of work, not that you minded, you loved spending time with sebastian and anthony as well as visiting his parents. his mothers cooking was to die for and you couldn’t stop yourself from melting whenever you saw how they interacted, it was no secret that he was an absolute mammy’s boy.

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Mr. Min - Prologue

Description:  Your CEO caught your attention the first day you started your new job and it seems the attraction is mutual.  Too bad he’s only interested in a relationship that benefits him.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Implied Smut?  All the other chapters will have actual smut.

Word Count: 1672

Warning: Dom!Yoongi, demeaning names

A/N: This is a response to this request.  Thanks anon!

Ch 01 - Ch 02 - Ch 03 - Ch 04 - Ch 05 - Ch 06

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Three’s Company

Staring: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, and Misha Collins

You all can thank @uttertrash–butlikecutetrash for this one ;)

A soft nuzzle at your neck wakes you up as there’s a tickle between your thighs while a strong hand massages your breasts. Your eyes flutter open, instantly widening as you look down.

Jensen’s familiar lips work your neck, Jared’s strong tongue glides between your folds, Misha’s strong hands work your breasts.

“Boys, boys, boys…what’s with the pampering?”

“We need you Y/N,” Jensen’s husky voice whispers in your ear. Jared’s groan waves through your sex as Misha sucks your nipple into his mouth.

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“ The law is just, just a whisper away, a way to wonder, wonder who. Who knows how to measure rules…With a ruler! Cruel rules…” ~ Hatter

{ A Time Obsessed Merciless Mad Man who hasn’t had time on his side }

The Mad Hatter remains a fanatic of time, but is no longer the tea party-loving hatter that he was during Alice Liddell’s last visit to Wonderland. He has finally snapped, and became a half-organic, half-metallic rendition of his former self.

- Appearance  -

The Hatter had turned into a tall, long-limbed cyborg. He was green-skinned, with a large nose and ears, tiny eyes, and his teeth bore an overbite. His body was made out of metal and wood, and he had a rusted cog sticking out of his back. His clothes consisted of a loose straightjacket, black trousers, and dress shoes with spats. He also wore a large black-and-white checkerboard top hat, covered in alchemy symbols and a few drops of blood.

- Personality  -

The Mad Hatter is a psychopath, literally gone “mad” (or perhaps madder than ever) and obsessed with time and clockworks, who considers himself to be a genius. He invents mechanical devices, often evidently using the bodies of living organisms for the base of his inventions, as he plans to do to all of Wonderland’s inhabitants.
His automaton victims include the March Hare, the Dormouse, and countless Insane Children taken from the Hatter’s asylum; the Hatter himself is also mostly mechanical, as revealed in the conclusion of his battle with Alice when his body short-circuits and his head explodes.

- American McGee’s Alice -

Before the fire began, the Hatter was holding a tea party with Alice and her other Wonderland friends. When the added chapter “Smoke and Fire” began in Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, the Hatter screamed in alarm when a fire broke out and the White Rabbit screamed that “[they] must save Alice”. The Mad Hatter’s cries roused Alice from her dream so that she could survive the fire.
Later, Alice and the White Rabbit were seeking out the Caterpillar in Wonderland Woods when the Mad Hatter killed the Rabbit, crushing him flat beneath his foot as both he and Alice were still shrunken down at this time. This action seems to be intentional and not accidental, as the Mad Hatter appears to be pressing his foot. The Mad Hatter was also presumably responsible for having repaired the Jabberwock by replacing body parts with metal and machinery, having been left drastically disfigured by the Vorpal Blade.

Hatter about to hit Alice unconscious.
Once the Red King was defeated, the Mad Hatter appeared behind Alice and knocked her out, transporting her to a mad funhouse that was a reminiscent of Rutledge Asylum. Shortly after defeating the Tweedles, the Hatter revealed himself and talked to Alice, citing several of her fears when she stated that she feared nothing. He told her that it might be avoided, causing her to question what he meant before the floor crumbled around her and sent her falling into Crazed Clockwork.
Along the way, she discovered the imprisoned Dormouse, March Hare, and Gryphon, who told her that the Hatter had gone mad and planned to turn the inhabitants into automatons or kill them in the process, as well as his habit of checking on his experiments at six o’ clock. Alice messed up with the clock’s gears in order to make “six come early.”[8] Alice eventually defeated him in his lair and he stopped moving when his head exploded. He was later resurrected after the Queen of Hearts was destroyed, now no longer hostile to Alice.

- Madness Returns -

The Mad Hatter had been ironically torn apart at the hands of his former victims, the March Hare and the Dormouse. Alice found his head and torso in the garbage dump of his domain. She offered to collect the rest of his limbs in exchange for help.
After successfully retrieving his arms and legs, Hatter became delighted, but refused to reveal any information and resorted to jabbering nonsense when Alice asked him about the Infernal Train. He did, however, led her to the main part of the factory, where the Train was built.
After the Train passed through, the Dormouse and Hare appeared in a huge imposing looking mecha, taunting the pair and promising to destroy them. The Hatter became furious with them for their part in Alice’s potential downfall by unleashing the Train. The two new leaders responded to his scolding by snatching him up with a hook. Hatter was able to free himself and destroy the mech within seconds by dropping a giant teapot on it. The weight of the teapot caused March Hare and Dormouse’s deaths.

The Mad Hatter offering tea to a dead March Hare.
The severity of Hatter’s actions finally reached him and he suffered another break with reality. He cradled his dead friends in his arms and told them that all he wanted was another tea party as his domain crumbles around him. He wrapped them both in his arms and offered them tea. Alice persistently demanded information about the Train, but Hatter does not answer her and only told her to talk to the Mock Turtle just seconds before the roof fell and crushed him. Alice says he “deserved to die.”
Much like the White Rabbit, the Hatter appears after his death in Wonderland in the Radula Room Endurance Challenges. Hatter’s status remained unknown, as his appearance in the Radula Room either meant that he was revived after being crushed, or Alice was simply visiting him in some realm of the dead.
The Hatter later appeared on the Infernal Train, criticizing Alice for her methods of solving her problems, reminiscing about a party he had with Hare and Dormouse before they turned on him. He remarked that insanity was no excuse for forgetting, and told Alice that he had tried to forget what Alice had done, but was unsuccessful.

( All info from American McGee’s Alice Wiki )

Never Hide Your Beauty Part 2

Part 1

Warning: Smut/Looove making.

Credit to owners of pics I used.

About a month passed by since Juice and Celeste started dating. She had met a few of the guys and they were all great people. She got a few looks from the crow eaters but those were shot down quick when she’d give them the middle finger.

All their dates had ended the same way. Juice walking her to her door and kissing her cheek. While Celeste would go inside and begin kicking herself mentally for not inviting him in. And juice was a complete gentleman. Very patient. In truth she was scared. Scared things would heat up and he’d see her body underneath the clothes that protected her. These feelings also conflicted with the constant compliments he gave her. She saw the way he looked at her when they danced. The hunger in his eyes. The lip biting. The lip licking. The way he held her hips. It was too much. What was she waiting for?

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Chapter Four → “Tired”

SUMMARY: You were held captive by Hydra for years and had only just escaped when the Avengers find you. You’re beyond terrified of everyone and everything around you, but the thing the terrifies you the most is yourself. The things you can do with your “abilities” are beyond what anyone could possibly imagine.

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You were seated on the couch with Wanda next to you. She hadn’t let go of your hand since she entered your mind and you were grateful for that. The rest of the Avengers were standing in various places throughout the room, all of them staring at you. You subconsciously rubbed at your chest, willing your heart rate to slow down.

“Can you s-sit down,” You asked quietly, “Y-you’re making me nervous.”

Steve smiled softly and plopped down into the chair across from you. The others followed suit, but left the couch to you and Wanda.

“Alright, (Y/N),” The man named Tony began. You were told that he was the man in the metal suit that you had thrown “like a frisbee.” (Steve’s words, not yours.) “We have a file on you, but we thought you could tell us more about yourself. I, personally, would like to know more about your powers because Helen said she had never seen anything so strange–”

“Okay, Tony, just let her start wherever she wants.” Steve interrupted, afraid that Tony would offend you.

All eyes were on you and you felt your body tense. Wanda squeezed your hand. Your eyes flickered to hers and she smiled sweetly at you.

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Why we were fighting

Originally posted by stars-come-0ut

To say that Waller made a huge mistake was misunderstanding. Everyone who at least once looked at the Squad knew that (y/n) (y/l/n) and Chato Santana together were no good, to say the last. From the very begin of work of the (h/c) metahuman with the squad, they hated each other. They were always fighting, not ever once giving up on the opportunity to hurt each other, physically or emotionally.

And yet, Amanda Waller send them on the mission, together, without of anyone to accompany them. The effect of that was that, that not even three hours of the official start of their mission, they were fighting with each other, which ended with them being captured by the guys they were supposed to take down. Some kind of gang or something like that, (y/n) weren’t sure, taking that she weren’t listening after she was told, that she is parred on this mission with Chato.

Now, they were, tied to each others back, sitting on the cold floor of the cellar of some sort. She with big cut on her brow and blood slowly running down her face, and him, still unconscious.

“I swear to god, if you won’t wake up in like two seconds, I will personally rip your heart out!” She growled at him, showing her head back and hitting him on his own. Finally he groaned and opened his eyes, looking around.

“What’s going on?”
“Oh, finally our beloved princess had woke up. As you can see, you stupid fuck, we got captured by those assholes and now, we are probably going to die, just because, you were too stupid to shut your stupid mouth as I told you!” She showed her head back, once more hitting him.

“Ow! Stop it!”

“Ha! What more? You got us in this situation, then I’m going to punish you!” Before she was able to hit him again, he burned slightly her arm, that was pressed tightly to his. She growled at him. “You son of a…”

“You try to hit me again, I burn you. Easy enough for you?” She scoffed at his words. “And we wouldn’t be in this situation if it weren’t for you and…”

“Shut up.” She furrowed her brow.
“What? Can’t face the truth…”

“I said shut up. They are coming, but I can’t count them, because of your talking.”
“Or, because you can’t count.” She ignored him and closed her eyes. When she finished, she pushed herself slightly to his back. “… How many?”

“Four unarmed and two with guns.” Mexican cursed under his breath and moved his head, to lean it on her shoulder.

“What are we gonna do?” She did the same with her head. She moved a little opening her mouth, but doors of the room they sat at opened, showing six men, two of them holding guns.

“Our lovebirds are awake? Good. Now, tell us who send you.” One of them crouched in front of them with smirk on his lips. They both scoffed at his words, not saying a word. He sighed and got up. “And I though that you would be clever. Take the girl.” He moved out of his men way and watched as they untied them, just to take (y/n) and tie Chato once more. To Diablos shock, when they dragged her away, she looked at him with fear in her eyes and mouth opened slightly in quiet scream. It was probably first time when he saw her so scared. He tried to move, but it was for nothing. “You two, have an eye on him, shot if needed. And you, little one, we are going to have a little talk.” He took her by her (h/c) hair and dragged her out.

Chato sat still, waiting for (y/n) to be her usual self and use her powers to got out from them, just to show up and help him, probably not letting him live this up for another year or so, but his hopes shattered in moment when he heard her terrified scream. He looked up and swallowed hard. It’s true that they hated each other, but still, they were teammates. He knew her, and knew that even burned, she never screamed.

Chato felt rage building in his chest when (y/n)’s screams were still heard. He looked at the two men near the doors, who were only smiling at the girls scream. His breath became shallow and quick. He felt as his skin became warmer and warmer with every passing moment. And before he though about pros and cons of situation they both were in, the fire exploded from his body, burning the rope he was tied with and killing men who was watching him. Getting up, he destroyed doors and went out of the room to the long hallway, where we burned to death anyone who tried to get in his way, while he went in direction from where (y/n) screams were coming from.

When he got to the room he stood still, looking in terror at what was in front of him. Two men were at the girl’s sides, now looking at him with terror, while she was sitting on the chair, tied to it, looking down, not moving, with many curs and bruises on her body. Her breaths was so shallow, he weren’t sure if they was there at all. He burned the guys alive and moved to (y/n), quickly cooling down and crouching in front of her, trying to make her look at him, but she was looking at the ground with empty eyes. He furrowed his brows and toke knife from ground and cut ropes from around her wrists and legs and toke her in his arms and walked out of the room, and from the building they were in, burning it on his way out.

He laid her on the bed in the hotel room they got from Waller on the beginning of their mission and walked to his bag to get first aid kit.

When he finished with girl, she still wasn’t moving, but at least her breath got normal. He sighed and laid on bed next to her, because of course, Waller being herself got them the room with only one bed… It was the reason of their argument before they got captured. Chato sighed closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.

He woke up in middle of night feeling arms sneaking around his waist and whole (y/n)s body pressing against his back. He blinked and furrowed his brow hearing her sobbing. He moved slightly, hoping that she would move away, which she didn’t. He sighed and turned carefully, looking her in eyes. That’s probably the closest they ever were to each other, their bodies pressed together, her face buried in his neck, with hot tears rolling out of her eyes and onto his collarbone. He moved and awkwardly patted her head. (y/n) moved a little, looking him in eyes. He furrowed his brow, not sure how to ask her about what happened to her back there, when they tortured her. And fortunately he didn’t have to, because she hugged him, really hugged and started talking.

“When I was a little girl and I started… mutating… my mother called to someone and they took me to this lab… they done many different tests to me, and some other stuff. They tortured me, only to see how my body worked, and it was years before I got out… like really many years, because, when I did get out, killing everyone on my way out, the government and Waller got to me and they showed me to Task Force X, or as you want to call it…”

“Our squad… How old were you?” She hugged him a little harder.

“Seven…” He sighed and patted her head. “Today… When they toke me, it was as if I was seven again. Everything got back to me and… and…”

“Shh.” He putted his forehead to hers and looked her in the eyes. “Do you know what I did?” She shook her head, so he told her, not even once looking away from her eyes. When he finished, she hugged him tighter, hiding her face in his neck.

“We are both fucked up.”

“That’s probably why we were fighting with each other.”

“No, we were fighting with each other, because you are a shit brain who can’t concentrate on simple task.” He backed a little and looked at her with hard expression on his face, right before he bowed his head and pecked her on the lips. She looked at his speechless.

“Go to sleep. And if you say something, I’m going to burn you alive, you got it?” (y/n) only grinned and kissed him, sneaking her arms around his neck and showing him back, to saddle his hips. He only smiled into the kiss and hugged her closer to his body, warming his fingertips and slightly warming her while he touched her.

“You think Waller knew what she was doing while she send us here?” She sat up, looking at his face, which showed his annoyance at her stopping her movements.

“Really? Right now? While we are in middle of something?”

“This something is called sex. And yes, right now, because i’m fucking curious. She even got us one room with only one bed. Do you think that she is shipping us?” Chato only groaned and pushed her, so he was above her.

“The last thing I want to think about right now is Waller. So shut up, and maybe we will talk about it in the morning.” She sighed.


“Why are you looking at me as if it your sad responsibility now?”

“No I don’t.” He groaned and laid back, looking at the ceiling.

“So, what do you want to talk about?” She smiled and laid on her side.


He watched her from across the room. He watched her talk to her friends, sip water, laugh at jokes. He remembered when he was the reason for her smile, the type of smile that stopped a person dead in their tracks because it was just so damn beautiful. She was so damn beautiful. He remembered the feeling of that smile against his lips. He remembered going to parties like these and having her on his arm. From time to time she’d snuggle in deeper into his side and his grip would tighten around her waist. She’d look up at him and smile, he’d smile back down at her, as if time froze and it was just them in the room. But now. Now things are different. He watched her from across the room and watched her bite her lips while she was in the process of thinking. Watched her lick her lips after every bite of food. He could practically feel the heat radiating off of them. His body was on fire at just the thought of it. His body was on fire and his chest ready to explode because he wanted to know what she was talking about. He wanted to be the reason she was laughing. He wanted so badly to run up to her, grab her face, and pull her into the most depth-defying kiss ever. And he was this close to doing just that until he saw him. He saw him sit next to her and plant a deep kiss on her perfect lips. That’s when he went cold. His chest stopped exploding. His body went numb. The room was spinning. Everything was spinning spinning spinning and all he could see in his head, on loop, was another man kiss the woman that was supposed to be his forever.
—  the one that got away.

Do you ever get so stressed that you can literally feel it in your body like physically like your entire body is on fire and your mind is about to explode

The body is not important. It is made of dust; it is made of ashes. It is food for the worms. The winds and the waters dissolve it and scatter it to the four corners of the earth. In the end, what we care most for only lasts a brief lifetime, and then there is eternity. Time forever. Millions of worlds are born, evolve, and pass away into nebulous, unmeasured skies; and there is still eternity. Time always. The body becomes dust and trees and exploding fire, it becomes gaseous and disappears, and still there is eternity. Silent, unopposed, brooding, forever.
—  Rudolfo Anaya, “Bless Me, Ultima”
First Love

Title: First Love

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Plot:  WANDA X FEM!READER! Someone is trying to confess to the other using the language of flowers. Up to you to decide who does what!

Warnings: Swearing

Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel

           Training was never easy. But for some reason, that particular day was more difficult than normal. Her body ached as Y/n walked back to her room, bag hanging from her shoulder as she pushed open the door to her room. It was dark and she couldn’t see anything, so she let her bag drop to the ground and flicked on the light switch.

           Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she noticed something sitting on the nightstand. Flowers. A whole bouquet of them. They were a vibrant pink hibiscus and as much as Y/n liked to act tough, they were beautiful.

           She approached them and carefully cupped one of the flowers in her hands, pulling it out of the vase and bringing it up to her nose. She inhaled the scent of the flowers, bringing a smile to her face. She searched the bouquet for some kind of indication of who the flowers could possibly be from and found a small white card buried in the petals.

           Hibiscus: Delicate Beauty

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Please don't leave (mini series part 2)

A/N: You tell Bellamy that you’re leaving camp; he panics and tries desperately to stop you.
Characters: Bellamy Blake, mentions of Clarke Griffin
Pairings: Bellamy x reader
Words: 1016
Spoiler(s): Season 2 finale
Warning(s): None
Prompt: One small kiss, pulling away for an instant, then devouring each other.
Requested by: Anonymous and rebelkingandtrashprince

Your heart was breaking. Clarke was your closest friend, how could you keep fighting without her? You couldn’t. How could she leave you? How far had she gotten? You frantically shoved your belongings into a small backpack, the tears on your cheeks still wet from Clarke’s goodbye. You sniffed and brushed them away with the back of your hand. She couldn’t have gotten far, if you left right now, you could catch her, you could make her see that you were in this together.

For a moment, your thoughts wandered to those you were about to leave behind; Raven, Octavia, Monty, Jasper, Bellamy. Bellamy. Just his name made you ache, and you had to stop for a second to refocus yourself. Memories swam before your eyes and you fought to push them back. You couldn’t afford to drown right now, not when Clarke needed you to be rock solid. Bellamy had made his choice. You’d told him to decide what he wanted, and he hadn’t chosen you. No use crying over spilt milk, you told yourself. Bellamy was in the past, your future lay outside the comfortable life Camp Jaha promised. You slung your backpack over your shoulder and turned definitively towards your tent flap.

“Y/N!” Bellamy Blake called, pushing his way in to your tent. He looked from you to your bag, understanding flicking through his dark eyes, “You can’t.”

You sighed and kept searching your space for anything that you might’ve missed, “Clarke needs me Bellamy.”

“I need you!” Bellamy replied, a hint of desperation creeping into his tone, “We all need you!”

“No you don’t, Abby can take care of things on the medical front. I’m just dead weight at this point.” You tried to push past the boy but he held his arm out to stop you, “Get out of my way Blake.”

“No, not until you promise that you’re not leaving this camp.”

“Let me go Bellamy, this isn’t your concern.”

Now he was angry, “You are my concern Y/N.”

Suddenly, all the sadness and frustration and pain of the past few months flared up red hot, and the nights you spent curled up in your bed sobbing over Bellamy seemed closer than they should.

“No, I’m not.” You spat out, “You gave all that up Bell, remember?”

Bellamy’s eyes dropped to the floor and he at least had the good sense to look ashamed.

“Y/N I-“

“Just move.” You cut in, “We’re wasting time, every second you keep me here, Clarke gets further and further away.”

You tried, once again to move past the boy, and this time he let you. You’d taken two steps, your fingers holding the tent open when you felt a hand curl around your wrist.

Bellamy was looking at you in a way that made your heart skip a beat, even now. His eyes clung to you desperately, like you were the rope that kept him hovering above the flames.

He knew, you realized, he knew that if you stepped out of that tent, you weren’t coming back. Slowly, Bellamy let go of your wrist and stepped closer towards you.

“I was wrong okay?” He said, his voice starting to crack, “I was wrong to let you walk out of my life the way you did.”

You were frozen, unable to even breathe.

“I thought that-I thought being a leader meant being alone. I thought it meant not needing anyone, but I was wrong!” he reiterated, encouraged by the fact you hadn’t walked out on him yet, “I need you. I need to wake up every morning and know that, at some point, I’ll see your face. I need to hear you laugh at something stupid that Jasper said. I need to be able to walk into this tent and have you throw me out because you’re busy with something else. I need all of that Y/N, I need it, because you remind me why I’ve done the things I’ve done. You remind me of why I fight, every day, to keep us alive.” Bellamy took another step closer, you could almost feel his breath on your face, “Please Y/N,” he said, tiredness and vulnerability colouring his tone, “please, I can’t do this without you.”

You wanted to talk, you honestly did, but words wouldn’t form. You simply stood there and let Bellamy’s confession rush over you. The boy took your silence as an answer, his hands sliding over your cheeks to cup your face.

“Please.” He whispered again, but you weren’t sure what he was asking anymore.

Bellamy pulled your face to his, placing a soft kiss on your lips. Fireworks exploded in your mind, your whole body felt like it was on fire and, when the kiss ended, you couldn’t help but sigh.

Bellamy Blake was desperate, you could see it in his eyes, he couldn’t bear to let you go.

“Please stay.” He whispered.

So much was laced into those two words, everything that he couldn’t find the strength to say to you. You had always communicated like this, your eyes saying the things that words couldn’t. Bellamy had just told you he loved you, and you’d heard him.

“Okay.” You replied.

That was all it took. Bellamy’s lips crashed into yours, your hands clung to his t-shirt and you sighed into the kiss. Bellamy forced your lips open with his own, running his tongue over your lip until you allowed him access. All that existed was Bellamy Blake and this kiss and the unbelievable peace that Bellamy always leant to your mind. You pulled away, your time on earth having made you too suspicious to accept such a seemingly perfect moment.

“Why now?” you asked, “Why not before?”

Bellamy swallowed hard and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, “I thought that keeping you away would make me stronger as a leader and that that would help me protect you.”

“And now?”

“Now,” Bellamy smiled shyly, “I’ve realized that loving you could never make me weak.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, “You’ve always been my greatest strength.”

“My mom lives out in the country with a huge yard but otherwise woods all around the house. When I was about 18, I had a friend who would call my mom and ask if him and his brother could come and sit at the end of the drive way and drink beer. She always allowed it. So one weekend him and his brother were on the way to our house but they were so drunk that the missed a dead end turn  and went up on the embankment. The car caught fire and exploded and both bodies were partially found. 

 About a year or so later, it was the weekend, and I was going to town to hang out with friends. When I passed the place where the car exploded I would always look back. This one night I just happen to look in the rear view mirror, and what I saw almost gave me a heart attack! I looked back and in the back seat of my car was a silhouette of a man sitting in the middle. I drove as fast as I could, not realizing that it was actually in the car!! I couldn’t breathe, I was in complete and utter panic! It was maybe less than a quarter mile down the road and I looked again, it was gone. 

The next day I told my mom and she said that the same thing has happened to her. But not to be afraid because they just wanted a ride back to town! Since that time it took me a very long time to go that way again!! I would always go the other way! But since then no one can tell me that spirits do not exist. I seen it myself!!”

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I've Failed Part 1 (Pietro Maximoff Imagine)

A/N: Hey guys, this one’s much longer than intended, so I’ve divided it into 3 parts and the rest of part 1 is under the cut. Hope you guys like it!

You had been a scientist who had been recruited by HYDRA to work with them on some sort of experiment that involved humans. You were the youngest worker in the arsenal, and you seemed to radiate some sort of positive force every time you walked into a room. Perhaps it had been this positive force that had given Baron Strucker the idea that you would be one of the perfect test subjects for his experiments. You had been very wary of this in the past, and you had expected this to happen at some point or another, and you had decided it would be best to agree rather than fight and potentially be put down in order to keep you quiet.

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Prompt: Valentine and his army manage to catch a group of warlocks by surprise, in season 2. Magnus pain unleashes more than tears

No. Magnus feels it suddenly, like a shard of glass in his heart. The pain, the loss, it hits him all at once, and he nearly falls to his knees. He can hear Alec’s voice behind him, but the words are muddled by his the sound of his own pulse. So many-god so many of them. There is a bitter taste of acid in his mouth, the smell of death swarms his senses.

The cool New York air, lifts the sweat forming on his forehead. His hands are shaking and he feels more lost than he has ever felt before in his lifetime. He never thought he would feel like this again. Not after the revolt. Not after the genocide of hundreds, thousands of his people. He can sense each one of them pass on. The children. God-the children. His friends that he has known for centuries.

Magnus’s shoulders loosen when Alec’s hand rests on his tense shoulders. He turns to Alec. Worried hazel eyes meet his, and begins to realize that his eyes are getting blury. Tears are flowing down his face, tears he has bottled up for centuries, too numbed from the pain he has felt as a downworlder in the midst of a war. Uncertain fingers wipe the wetness from his cheek, and Magnus leans into the touch greedily.

Several moments between them, an unspoken message. Magnus pulls away. He feels the gnawing in his body, the need for release. The change is something he embraces, he once didn’t use to. But, that was a long time ago…a very long time ago. His eyes blink to their feline yellow that he was born with. A mark that shows him to be a warlock-a downworlder.

Magnus can hear them coming from across the field and rubble of the open courtyard. Valentine is  leading his army of murderers. His eyes search for a blond haired boy. Jace. The sharp intake behind Magnus, tells him that Alec has spotted his parabatai. He follows Alec’s eyes to see the Wayland boy being dragged by two burly shadowhunters, his arms tied behind him. His hair has gotten longer, and no longer did it have the golden color it used to. It was now a limp dull color, that reminded Magnus of death. The boy looked defeated. 

His eyes land on Valentine. He never thought that he would see this man again. This vile excuse of a person. The eerie calmness of the man’s expression as he walked past bodies of warlocks he had slaughtered, made Magnus want to unleash hell. He would unleash hell. The shadowhunters stop only 50 feet away, all in formation. Valentine gives a small signal to his side. That’s when the two shadowhunters holding Jace, force him forward in front of the formation. Magnus’s heart breaks, the boy can  barely stand. He hears Alec take a step forward. Magnus already knows that Alec already has his hand on his bow.

In a loud voice, Valentine addresses them, “What a heartwarming sight to see, fellow shadowhunters and downworlders working together. It’s touching.Truly.”

Valentine walks to Jace, and unties the bounds behind him. 

“You see, my son here, thinks that it’s even more touching. That he thought he could undermine me to try to warn your fellow…fallen warlocks here before we attacked. As you can see-” Valentine gestures to the bodies around them “-he failed. And you all will too,” he says with a satisfied grin.

The man pushes Jace forward.

“I have no need for him. That is why I’m showing him mercy. You see, I could have killed him. I should have killed him. Just like I killed his disgrace of a mother and father, years ago.”

Jace turns around sharply, almost losing his footing. Behind him, Magnus can hear the murmurs of confusion behind him from Simon, Clay, and the rest of them. But, he himself feels no surprise. Of course a man like Valentine would kill innocent people, taking their own son from them, raise the boy as his own, abusing him and teaching him lessons painful discipline, then to later lie to his own daughter that he and the boy were siblings. Magnus scoffs in disgust.

Jace looked like he wanted to claw Valentine’s face off, but he was too weak, too broken. His turned forward to face them. His eyes searched for the one person that would give him strength to endure. Alec tried to push his way forward, but Magnus stops him. 

Magnus shakes his head, “no one else is going to get hurt, Alec. Stay back. I will bring him to you,” he says without looking at the frustrated man beside him. He feels Alec struggle mentally and physically to stay put, but after some quick moments, Magnus feels him back down.

He removes himself from the group, a group consisting of vampires, werewolves, the remaining warlocks in new york, seelies (some), and shadowhunters (some). Clary managed it. What a proud biscuit she has made him. The walk to the middle of the field felt like a weight of rocks at his feet, forcing him to the bottom of the dead sea. His fingers tingle. 

Jace is walking gingerly across the field to him. Just a little bit more, and Magnus can put his protection ward around the boy, while also healing him. A little trick he learned from his dear friend Catarina. There. Magnus snaps his finger and throws the ward around Jace. It looked almost like a big blue bubble ball around Jace. Magnus pushed the protection ward behind him, sending it to the rest of the group. Now, he was the only thing in front of Valentine and his army and he wanted to destroy. 

To unleash the hurt, the pain, the devastation that this man and his followers have down to his people and thousands of innocents. It felt like a rush of ecstasy, the feeling of his power that he has not let seduce his hands in a very long time. He lifted his left hand in front of him, the sounds of Alec and the rest of them behind him filled the surrounding space. Magnus used his other hand to create a ring of fire around them, that only those of Lilith’s blood could pass through. The sounds around him are murky, as he watches Valentine signaling the army to attack. 

Everything happens in slow motion. The other warlocks around him are unleashing their powers around him, different colors ranging from red, blue, purple, yellow, and all the colors one can imagine. He feels their strength in his heart, and he uses that to channel the power inside of him to do a spell that he has promised himself he would never cast. 

The wind picks up around him as he lifts his right hand, overlapping it with his left. An ancient rune appears on his palm, it burns, but somehow it warms his body to it’s core. Then it explodes. Blue waves of fire bursts through him like a dragon of folklore. It cascades across the field, wiping out Valentine and his army as if they were merely ants. Magnus feels every single warlock and downworlder, and even shadowhunter who has been victim of Valentine Morgenstern, and he uses it to surge the fire further, until every single single person in front of him is merely dust on the ground.

The mark fades from his hand, and his body drains of energy. Then everything goes black.

“It is finished.”

A bad boy's promise. A Luke Hemmings smut

All week he’s been flirting with me, first just little winks here and there, then it moved to verbal flirting. Not the cute kind either, it was full of sexual innuendos and lust. Now it’s gone as far as physical, pressing his body against mine, brushes of his lips against my neck.

I didn’t wanna fall for it, I mean he’s the school bad boy, the player. He’s slept with more girls then I can count, he didn’t keep a single one long enough to learn their name. How could I be different? “I know what you’re thinking, and you’re wrong.” He’s lips were so close to my ear I can almost feel his lip ring. “What am I thinking Luke?” He stood in front of me so he could look in my eyes. “That I’m going to do to you what I’ve done time and time again, but I’m not. Don’t you get it Elena, you’re different you’re special. I promise you I won’t do to you what I did to them, they meant nothing, you mean everything. Wouldn’t you like to call your self my girlfriend? I promise you, you will get to say that.” I looked up at him searching his eyes, finding no hint of a lie I nodded my head. He smiled and kissed my cheek, making them heat up and turn red. “Meet me at my house after school ok babe?” I nodded and he walked off with his friends.

After school ended I drove to Luke’s house, walking up to his door I knocked lightly. Seconds later he pulled it open and wrapped me in a hug, kissing my lips lightly. Leading me inside he closed the door, taking my hand in his he walked upstairs to his room. His room was nice, queen sized bed, bed side table with a lamp, one dresser, flat screen tv, and a book shelf. Walls were painted a dark blue with band poster scattered over them, not what I was expecting but it’s nice. Walking to the bed I sat down and removed my jacket, looking at Luke who was at his dresser. He messed around with something on it before All Time Low’s song break your little heart started playing. Turning to me he smiled, walking closer he pressed his lips to mine.

Kissing him back it wasn’t long till it heated up and I was laid back on the bed with Luke kissing at every part of my exposed skin he could reach. Tugging on his shirt he let me pull it off, admiring his toned abs I ran my finger tips over them. He pulled on my shirt removing it and tossing it behind him, he attached his lips to my chest. Kissing along the top of my breast as he unclasped my bra and tossed it to join my shirt. Sucking one if my nipples into his mouth while he rolled the other between his fingers, moaning softly I arched my back giving him better access. Kissing his way down my stomach to my jeans he kissed along the waist line, before undoing the button and pulling them off along with my panties.

He gently spread my legs apart before leaning in and lick a flat stripe along my slit, using his fingers to spread my folds he placed and open mouth kiss on my clit. Lightly sucking as he flicked and rubbed it with his tongue, sliding his tongue down to my entrance he teased it with the tip. Pushing his tongue inside me as deep as he could he swirled it around, before fucking me with it. As he rubbed his tongue along my gspot he rubbed my clit fast with two fingers, making me fist the sheets and arch my back. “Fuck! Luke I need you please?!”

He sat up and removed the rest of his clothing, reaching over to his bedside table he pulled a condom out. Ripping it open he rolled it on and got between my legs, lining himself up with my entrance he gripped my hips and slammed in. Pulling out slowly he lifted both my legs up to rest on his shoulders before slamming in again. Leaning forward to place his hand next to my head he started thrusting into me, using his other arm to keep my legs pressed to my chest. With this position he hit my gspot with each thrust and with my legs kept closed I was tighter around him. He picked up pace and stated pounding into me as fast as hips could move, reaching up to his headboard I gripped it so tight my knuckles were turning white. “Fuck Luke I’m not gonna last! Fuck harder!” He grunted and started slamming harder, groaning he was about to cum. Arching my back I started to see fireworks exploding behind my eyelids, a fire spread through my body turning white hot as I screamed Luke’s name and came clenching around him tight. He slammed in and held still, grinding his hips into me as he came into the condom.

Letting my legs go he rolled off me and fell next to me panting as he came down, looking at him I saw the time on his alarm. “Shit I’m gonna be late for work gotta go!” I pecked his lips lightly then jumped up and got dressed, waving as I ran out the door.

The next day at school Luke ignored me like I was the plague, it wasn’t long till I figured out I was just like the others. Played till he got what he wanted then forgotten like I never existed, he’s already moved on to his next target. I didn’t wanna be like them but I guess I fell for Luke Hemmings’ charm like the rest of them, the charm of a bad boys promise to be his one and only.