Pairing: Hal Carter x Reader Part: 2/? Warnings: Smut - slight angst Summary: Hal takes you for a ride in his pickup truck A/N: This is the second part in a series based on this post. I’ve been writing this for a while and I’m honestly so proud of it. Thank you for @writemarvelousthings for encouraging me. Please come let me know what you think! This is the song I listened to while writing - You Belong To Me - Jo Stafford Word count : 4,157
The creak and slam of Hal’s red pickup truck door is unmistakable as he pulls up to your house and got out. Checking your lipstick one last time, you kiss your mother on the cheek and tell her not to wait up. She fixes you with the stare that you knew all too well. You skip out of the house, the screen door shutting behind you with a screech. Looking up you see Hal, he’s leaning against his truck a playful smirk spreading on his lips when he spots you.
“Well don’t you look like sugar and spice and everything nice” he drawls, a cheeky chuckle following his words as he rids himself of the straw he was chewing. He takes you in his strong arms planting a sweet kiss on your cheek. “Your momma isn’t watching out of the window again is she?” he mumbles.
You laugh and shake your head placating his fear, “she’s fixing dinner”.
Genre: Fluff Words: 1,548 Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: Mentions of stalking, self-defense fighting Summary: Soulmate AU in which one’s heartbeat becomes perfectly in sync with their soulmate’s once they meet.
A/N: I’m hoping to make this a series if it gets enough of a response! Let me know what you think.
“Natasha, I don’t want to go to the gym!”
Your friend, and also your roommate, dragged you by your arm to the downtown fitness center. She had forced you to change into athletic leggings and a t-shirt, convincing you that the two of you were going to go do yoga. She lied.
She turned her head back toward you as she swung the door open. “I’m doing this for your own good.”
The training area was large, much larger than you expected, and had high ceilings with large black tubes connecting to the air conditioning vents. The rest of the area was filled with a check-in desk, doors that connected to what you guessed were locker rooms, several red mats, a black boxing area with a ring that was colored in white and red, a running track, and a large number of weight lifting machines.
You could hear the clanking of weights and grunts from somewhere behind the boxing ring, but you didn’t focus on the people. Instead, you focused on the frustration in Natasha’s tone.
You rolled your eyes, wincing as she pulled your arm harder to get you to go toward the check-in area. It didn’t look as if anyone was around. “I’m fine- I will be fine.”
Natasha whipped around, finally dropping your arm as she gave you a sharp look. “You are being stalked, (Y/N). This isn’t up for debate. You’re getting self-defense lessons.”
Summary:Starfire and Robin are officially an item, but what does that mean when the resident empath is stuck living between their respective bedrooms? Finding a new bunk buddy in Beast Boy was certainly not her first choice, and when she engages in a strange, night time activity, how long before the changeling notices what she’s up to?
His first instinct was to stop
There were so many questions running
through his hazy mind, it was staggering.
Nonetheless, it was pure impulse that
he acted on, knowing that he had to get to her before she vanished. He needed answers,
and they needed to work through this, neither of which would happen if Raven
fled the scene, like he knew should would.
“Raven, wait-” His voice was
choked up and distant, even as he tried to reach out to her.
The expression on her face betrayed the
horror she was no doubt experiencing, the numbing fear. She’d been caught, and
so had he.
Beast Boy was shaken, but no where near
as jittery and paranoid as the cowering empath. The earth beneath them seemed
to come to life, the objects in his room skittering across his floor. The frame
of his bed moved, his oak dresser creaked against the tiles in response to an
otherworldly force, his toys and figurines clattering to the floor. A few
candle jars smashed to the ground in pieces, the glass shards splaying out like
dangerous, glittering gems. The candle wax would no doubt stain the wooden
None of it mattered.
He couldn’t bring himself to care, not
when the girl responsible for so much chaos was so violently distraught. The
blood seemed to have drained from Raven’s already pale face, all the while she
clutched at the sides of her skull, her fingers digging into the roots of her
Even now, he could hear the others
rushing to his room, the heavy, echoing footfalls of both Cyborg and Robin as
they raced down the hall.
The lights in his room flickered on and
off, until she burnt them out entirely, the bulbs bursting into an
ear-splitting smattering of glass.
He tried to get to her, but some
invisible force was stopping him, pushing him back.
The Titans banged on his door, their
voices muffled by the whirlwind of catastrophe now contained in his bedroom.
She was spinning out of control, and
the more damage she did, the worse it became. Bit by bit, she was overwhelmed
with a surge of emotion and, thus, her powers raged on in an endless storm of
electricity and malevolence.
Hi! I LOVE your writtings, they are amazing! Can you do a Bucky x Reader imagine where she, Steve’s friend, lives with Bucky hiding him from HYDRA? She is just a common girl who works at a bookstore, but one day while she is making dinner for both of them, HYDRA attacks. Bucky protects her and after that he conforts her because its the first time she witness a fight. Sorry for my grammar, and sorry if its too long. Love from Spain, Thank uu🐱🐱
AN: @lachicadelamanzana request all wrapped up sweetie! Hope you enjoy it. Also don’t apologise your request wasn’t to long and your grammar is perfectly fine! Love from UK xx
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The day Steve turned up on your door step with a nervous
expression and another man hiding behind him sticking to the shadows was the
day your life got weird very quickly. You’d stood there for a moment dumbly
staring at him waiting for some sort of explanation as to why your friend was
covered in cuts and bruises.
You had of course gotten an explanation, although it hadn’t
exactly been an explanation that made you jump for joy, instead you’d listened
quietly to him explain about Russian soldiers, mind control and a bunch of
other things you didn’t really understand nor care to.
All it had resulted in was that you had somehow acquired a
new house guest. A very quiet, sullen and some what dangerous looking one.
James Barnes or Bucky as he insisted you call him kept mostly to himself, you
could hear him sometimes at night moving around your living room and knew he
didn’t sleep. He ate more than enough though and your grocery bill had tripled along with your water bill from the amount of time he spent stood in the shower.
It seemed your life now revolved around the trek from the
little independent bookstore you worked at to the grocery store on the corner
of your apartment building and then the struggle of carting the brown paper
bags up the stairs to your 6th floor apartment. If it wasn’t for the
fact that you owed so much to Steve Rogers than you’d have been kicking Bucky’s
meat eating ass right out of the front door.
Gasping as you finally reached your floor you once again
promised yourself that you’d go back to the gym starting tomorrow. Leaning
against the wall you put the grocery bag on your hip as you scrabbled for keys
in your seemingly bottomless purse.
“Bucky! I’m back” you shouted closing the door with your
foot as you came into your kitchen dumping the grocery bag. “You want dinner?”
That brought him out of his room, the promise of food always
would. He came and perched on one of the breakfast bar stools you’d gotten from
a flea market down town. None of your furniture matched in the traditional sense
but you kind of enjoyed the randomness of it.
He just grunted nodding his head at your question as you
pulled ingredients out of the bag and gathered pots and pans from your
cupboards. “Here” you gave him a chopping board and some tomatoes and basil. “Make
yourself useful tin man, chop those up for me”
His lips quirked upwards slightly at your name for him but
he still didn’t speak simply taking the knife you handed him and neatly
beginning to slice up the herb.
“Do anything useful today?” you asked him filling a pan up
with cold water ready for the spaghetti later, you set the flame to medium and
left it to boil. “manage to come out of your room for a few hours or so?”
“Fire escape” he muttered knife still moving rhythmically
over the herbs.
“Well fresh air at least” you agreed happily “or as fresh as
the city ever gets”
“Same as usual” cheerfully moving around your small kitchen
you were glorying in the normal and soothing tasks of cooking recipes your gran
taught you. Blissfully unaware that your normal routine was about to be
completely turned upside down.
Bucky must have heard something first because his whole
posture changed, you’d thought he was tense in general but it was nothing like
this. Every muscle in his body seemed to be poised ready to pounce into action.
His eyes flicked to the window and he was halfway off his stool when your
window smashed into hundreds of tiny slivers of glass.
You didn’t even have chance to scream in fear as three men
jumped in through the now open pane, guns in hand aimed at you and Bucky.
Bucky jumped the breakfast bar he had his arm up, the
metal one, and was using it to deflect bullets as he put his body in front of
yours and pulled you down to the ground.
“Stay down doll” he warned you. “Y/N” he shook you gently
when you didn’t answer. Your eyes met his and you managed to nod.
“Alright” crawling to the far corner of your kitchen you sat
huddled as Bucky went to the other end suddenly jumping out.
All you could hear was crashing and what must be silenced
gunfire. These men, they were here for Bucky. They were trying to kill him and
you were sat here hiding.
Risking it you managed to peek over the top of the breakfast
bar. One of the men was already down on the floor not moving, Bucky had engaged
another and the final was coming towards you.
Oh god, crawling quickly back across the floor you back hit
the cupboards just as the man came into view.
“Well look what we have here” he was smiling as he raised up
the gun. He was going to shoot you. The though filtered through your head at
just about the same time that the knowledge you were right next to the over
did. The oven where you had a boiling pot of water.
Grabbing the handle of the pot you flung it at him, he
screamed horribly clutching at his face and stumbling backwards as Bucky
appeared once more grabbing him and quickly dispatching him as well. Then looking
over at you.
“Y/N?” he came over to you, crouching down in front of you. “You
“I…” you looked at your hands, little drops of the water had
fallen on you and parts of your skin had gone red and burnt. “I’ve never been
in a fight before”
Bucky smiled sadly. “I’ve been in too many” he noticed your hands
as well pulling you back to your feet he bundled you through the living room
away from the bodies and into your bedroom firmly shutting the door behind him
and sitting you down on your bed.
“What about… what about them?”
“I’ll sort it” he promised checking your bedroom window, he
locked the shutter and drew the curtains grabbing his phone from his pocket and
quickly sending a message. “Let me see your hands”
You held them out to him allowing Bucky to turn them over
inspecting the burns there and on your wrists. You were aware that from the
sudden shaking all over your body that it was likely you were going into some
sort of shock.
“There’s nothing deep, it’s all surface burns” he crouched down
in front of you once more.
“You’re speaking” you pointed out suddenly, not sure how
that was relevant right now but just aware that you had to say something.
“Yes. I do know how”
“But you never do”
He shrugged, that half smile he’d perfected tugging at the
corner of his mouth. “That’s because I like listening to you talk doll”
“Oh!” he’d gotten rid of your words again and you didn’t
know what to say to that admission. “I didn’t know that” you paused again the
shaking seemed to be subsiding, at least a fraction anyhow. “Did I… I mean did I
kill that man?”
“No doll” he put his hand on your knee squeezing. “I killed
him, that’s on me”
“I threw boiling water on him”
“Sweetheart you did what you had to” he comforted as you met
Steve had warned you that people were looking for Bucky, that
bad people were looking for him. That was why he was leaving him with you, no
one would think to look for Bucky somewhere as normal as a woman who worked in
a bookshops apartment. Now though, they knew where you lived, they had tried to
kill you as well. You had three dead bodies in your apartment. What the hell
were you meant to do next.
You realised you were having a panic attack about the same
time that Bucky did because he gripped your shoulders as you desperately tried
to get a lungful of oxygen past your closing up throat.
“Hey, hey Y/N look at me” Bucky’s raspy voice managed to get
through the anxiety driven haze around your brain and you focused on his face. “Take
a deep breath with me” he order breathing in through his mouth. You copied his
movements managing to breath in and out then in and out. You breathing
gradually stabilised and you broke eye contact with Bucky once again.
“Can’t say I blame you” he got up off the floor to sit
beside you one the bed. “Had a similar attack myself the first time I hurt
You knew he was talking now just to keep you calm, he’d
obviously messaged Steve earlier and now you were just waiting until he got
“Yeah, got dumped into France with the rest of my unit and
straight into battle. First time I pulled the trigger, well afterwards I wasn’t
much use to anyone”
“You’re just trying to make me feel better, aren’t you?”
“That depends” he took your hand with his flesh one holding
it tightly. “Is it working?”
“A little” you admitted staring at his hand in your own. “What’s
going to happen James? My job, my home can I stay here anymore? God my whole
“Hey” he let go your hand to wrap his arm around your
shoulders. “No one is getting to you Y/N, NO one. I won’t let anyone hurt you
doll. I swear”
You sniffed, feeling tears build up in your eyes. You couldn’t
help it anymore, you turned your face into Bucky’s chest and let his arms wrap
fully around you. He lifted you up to sit on his knee and simply held you as
you cried silent tears of grief for a life you somehow knew you’d already lost.
You loved Dwalin, you really did, with all of your
heart. He was strong, courageous, and
such a sweetie. No one who didn’t know
him personally wouldn’t have guessed that, but it was true. When he had a moment alone with you he would
just pull you into his arms and lavish you with kisses and praise. You loved the little moments like that.
But Dwalin was also stubborn, pig-headed, prideful
side, and also had a short fuse. It was
a very volatile combination. You knew
this, ever since you had met him on the journey. You learned it first hand in fact as he was
stubborn and pissy about you, a human girl, joining their company to reclaim
But all that had worked out. You were skilled in fighting and healing, was
quick to prove your worth, and around the time you all got to Beorn’s, had won
over Dwalin’s heart. That was a night
you liked to re-visit when you and Dwalin had your little spats or arguments,
remembering how gentle he was, how all his walls came tumbling down as he bared
his heart to you, how he kissed you when you both admitted your love for each
Just a fun little nothing of a Griff x Reader fic. This is solely inspired by/based off of the ‘Baby Driver’ trailer. The reader is a female version of ‘Baby’. Note: I know nothing about cars so just keep that in mind lol.
The three of them pile back into the car, bags of money in hand, and you take off like a shot.
Police sirens are in the distance but getting closer. You weave in and out of traffic at the speed of a bullet. The two in the back slink down, glancing over their shoulders, out the rear windshield, every now and then. The man next to you grips the roof as he glances at you through his sunglasses.
“They’re fucking gaining on us!” Buddy shouts at the back of your head.
You calmly glance in the rear view and push the gas pedal harder, saving the full speed for when you needed it. The car accelerates and you make a sharp left turn down a side street.
Request: Can you right something (smutty or not doesn’t matter to me) for gif #4 of the Peter Parker prompt list please?? ❤️ - @intergalacticaroline
Authors Note: Just to let everyone know, gif dribbles are shorter than imagines and headcanon’s. Sorry this one isn’t more smutty than it could’ve been. :(
“Hi Aunt May! How are you?” you said strolling through the front door. May looked up from the lettuce she was cutting, “Oh, (y/n)! I’m fantastic, how are you?” You made your way into the kitchen and gave her a peck on the cheek, saying “I’m good. Peter and I are lab partners again for chemistry. Is he in his room?”
“He should be, Ned’s in there too.”
You and May looked at each other confused before May called out, “Everything okay back there?” Which Peter quickly yelled back, “Yes, ye- everything’s fine. Don’t come back here.” May rolled your eyes and turned back to you, “Go check on him will you.”
You quietly turned the doorknob to his bedroom and opened the door to find Peter standing there in his boxers his surprisingly muscular back faced to you. “What the hell Pete?” you said. Peter turned around, his faced filled with shock and he quickly you in the room, shutting the door behind you. As he pulled his grey sweater over his head you picked up a bright red suit laying in the floor.
You gasped realizing the suit you held in your hands belonged to spiderman. Looking up at Peter he was staring at you while you said, “peter why do you have this.” Peter pressed his index finger and thumb to the bridge of his nose and whispered, “Shhhit.”
ninette + au where nino is the cute cashier at a music store and marinette is smitten
His day had been fairly routine so far. There was a little bit of a rush after Jagged Stone’s new album came out and promptly sold out everywhere, but for the most part, Nino spent his morning like every other one. Check on the stock, make notes about what he needed to order, call a few people whose orders had come in, help customers, and so on.
That was until a new face showed up on the other side of the glass door to the shop.
“I just want to check and see if it’s here,” the girl said to the other girl beside her. “It’ll only take a sec-” She cut herself off with a soft squeak and turned nearly four shades of red before she grabbed the other girl’s arm and dragged her down so they were crouched behind a display rack and just out of Nino’s line of sight.
He raised a brow and tried to ignore the hushed voices coming from the spot where they were hidden. After all, if this was the weirdest thing that happened to him today, he was in pretty decent shape.
A/N: I honestly hate Jessica and Alex’s couple lmao sorry for writing this :’) Oh and also, here’s the link to the most beautiful song ever aka Miss You More by Katy Perry
your picture on accident Your
face has changed The
lines are sinking in I
pressed play, I should haven’t Congratulations,
but do you ever wonder what we could have been? But
you mind plays tricks with distance Always
makes things feel unfinished
You were bend over in front of one
of the bathroom’s mirror, holding your ribs with one hand and sobbing
It had been years since you and Alex had broken up, and though you’d
never admit it, you still loved him. You still loved him deeply, and
that hurts, but now, you were invited to his wedding : he had found
someone better than you. Someone who made him feel special and loved.
You’ve told everyone that you were over him and they all trusted you,
even him, but that was the biggest lie you’ve ever told. You
cried from behind your hand and shut your eyes tightly as the tears
miss you more than I loved you I do I miss you more than I
loved you I miss you more than I loved you Oh, I do I miss
you more than I loved you
just think it’s better..”, Alex whispered.
Why is it better Alex?” you said, tears streaming down your cheeks.
constantly fighting and I think a break would be better for the both
every couple has their ups and downs ! You can’t….you can’t
broke up with me because we fight !” you said, a tone of both
sadness and anger in your voice.
Y/N, don’t make this more difficult than it already is, I..I don’t
want to be with you anymore. I’m sorry…I think it would be better
if we stayed friends.”
a moment you couldn’t speak because you were trying so hard to fight
back the tears. A friend. That’s all you were to him from now. You
trusted him with everything that you had, and he crushed everything
in less than a minute. Everything between the two of you was gone.
a balloon floating away I
thought ‘did someone let go, or did they lose it?’ So
strange you know all my secrets Please
keep them safe And
darling, you know I’ll do the same The
window no longer in existent Baby,
you’ll always be in my orbit
quickly wiped your eyes as you heard a knock on the door.
you coming? Alex and Jess are almost ready !” your friend
Hannah happily said, as she popped her head out of the door to check
on you. She frowned and her smile faded away as she saw your red
cheeks and puffy eyes.
are you okay ?” she asked, as she stepped inside the room,
carefully closing the door behind her. As soon as she finished her
sentence, you broke into tears again.
approached you and engulfed you in a tight hug, stroking your hair
gently. You wrapped your arms aroud her waist and buried your face in
love him.” you managed to say between sobs.
Who are you talk-”
“Alex. I’m in love with him. I’m still in
love with him and I’ve always been.”
was speechless. She opened her mouth to speak but closed it almost
immediatly as if she couldn’t find the right words to use. She gently
traced circles on your back.
I-I don’t know what to say…”
say anything. It’s okay. I’m not good enough for him, that’s all.
Jessica is beautiful, I’m not. That’s simple.” you said between
you dare saying something like that ever again. Do you hear me Y/N ?
Don’t you dare saying you’re not beautiful, because you are. Most
importantly you are your own person. Oh my god Y/N, look at you.
You’re beautiful.” she said.
wanted to laugh at her words, but instead, more tears spilled from
miss you more than I loved you I
miss you more than I loved you I
miss you more than I loved you Oh,
I do I
miss you more than I loved you
Davis, soon to be Jessica Standall. Alex
was about to spend the rest of his life with her, he was propably
going to get her pregnant, and the thought of that made you feel
sick. You wish you could turn back time and convince him not to break
up with you. You tried to forget about him everyday, but you
couldn’t. Seeing him everyday, happily smiling at his future wife
made your heart ache.
have to go. Everyone’s waiting for us.” Hannah said as she pulled
away and wiped your tears. “I’m so sorry about it. You’re going to
be okay, sweetheart” You nodded and you both got out of the room.
were a match but not a fake We
were a dream, unrealistic We
didn’t lose, we didn’t win Sometimes
I wonder what we could have been
Alex and Jessica were both standing across from each other, with a wide smile on their faces.
make me undeniably happy every second of everyday, and i’m so glad
we’re finally going to be together for the rest of our lives. You’re
always here to make my days better, always here to make me feel safe
and loved. Thank you for being there, and I hope you’ll always be.”
Jessica said, as she was asked to tell her vows, and Alex did the
same a few seconds later which made your heart ache even more.
there any objections to this marriage?”
stayed silent, as you held your breath and held Hannah’s hand
tightly, trying not to say anything you would regret.
he remember ? Does he remember every night we spent together ?
When I was his crying shoulder? When he called me to tell me ‘I love
you' ?” you thought.
who was Jessica’s bridemaid noticed the sadness on your face. She
looked at you then mouthed “Are you okay ?” you nodded and
fake-smiled at her.
miss you more than I loved you
miss you more than I loved you I
miss you more than I loved you Oh,
I do I
miss you more than I loved you
now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride” the
priest said as Alex leaned in and kissed Jessica. You let a tear fall
as Hannah kissed your temple and held your hand tighter. Your throat
hurts so much from holding back tears, you couldn’t handle this
anymore. You put your hand on your mouth, trying to cover your sob,
but failed. Everyone turned to you, including Alex and Jessica. You
wanted to scream and let everything out in one big shout, but you
couldn’t. You glanced at Alex who seemed confused and shook your
head. You mustered enough strength to got up and run past everyone,
letting out more sobs as you ran out of the church. You wanted him to be happy, you truly did, but the fact that you weren’t the
one who made him happy broke your heart more than anything else.
always be in my orbit You’ll
always be in my orbit
Words: 1070 Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader x Father!Stark Featuring: Rhodey Warnings: making out,,,,,, mentions of schoooooool Requested by anon “Hiiii! I love your work its amazing. Can I request an imagine where the reader’s dad is Tony and the reader and peter are flirting and stuff. Then they start dating and Tpny finds out. Also can you add like one make out part! Thank you so much I hope I could explain it.” Authors Note: I start school tomorrow….oh no. Also, this is set before Civil War- So Tony has not met Peter :)
You ran down the steps as you texted your friend back. “Dad?” You called out, running around the main floors of the tower. “Where are you?”
“Calm down, kid,” Your father walked out from the kitchen with a cup in his hands, “What’s up?”
“My science partner is coming over soon to work on our project.” You quickly explained, hoping he would easily let this one slide. But it’s Tony Stark- your father nonetheless.
“What project? Who? Gender? Sexuality? No kissing.” He started to shoot responses at you.
You rolled your eyes; a sigh heard before you began to speak, “Dad, it’s just this guy, Peter Parker, and he’s my lab partner. Chill, he’s just my friend.” You told him, and you looked back down at your phone.
Tony sighed, “What will you two be doing?”
You shrugged and looked up, “Our project.”
Tony nodded, “Where?”
You put your phone in your pocket, “I don’t know, either my room or down here. But if you piss me off, we’re working in your lab,” You smirked, “Now, calm down and stop being such a dad!” You patted his shoulder and went to sit on the couch as you waited for Peter to text you that he was almost to your place.
You weren’t sure if Peter knew that you were a Stark. Apparently, he’s awful with names. That and, you try to stay in the shadows when it comes to your fathers’ work. You stay out of his way- especially with the cameras and conferences, it’s easier than being famous.
You flipped through the TV channels before receiving a text fromPeter.
41. “I had a nightmare about you, and I wanted to make sure you were alright.”
Blood coated Magnus’s hands, it was staining his shirt and sinking under his fingernails. He frantically pressed his hand against Alec’s stomach trying to stop the stream of blood that was leaving the shadowhunter’s body. Alec’s head was swaying to the side and his eyes were starting to dim.
“Hey! Look at me my love!” Magnus yelled, giving Alec a little shake.
Alec moaned, blood was starting to stain his lips.
“Mag…” Alec whispered, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He said tears starting to run down his cheeks. He coughed blood dribbling from his mouth, his teeth becoming red.
“You have nothing to be sorry for my love.” Magnus said, leaning forward to place his head against Alec’s “I should have been here. I should have never left you”
“I…lov…” Alec coughed, the words becoming caught in his mouth has he choked on more blood. Magnus was now frantic, pushing his hands against Alec stomach with more force, his magic pushing back against the blood flow, but it was all for nothing as Alec’s head slipped to the side and his breathing stopped.
“Alec?” Magnus asked, again shaking his love a little more harshly, “No no no..wake up! Alexander!”
Magnus gasped awake, his hands reaching out in front of him, grasping at thin air, his heart was racing and he couldn’t catch his breath. Sweat was covering his brow and sobs were forming in his throat.
“Alexander” he mumbled as his jumped out of bed, threw on his blue silk robe and opened a portal to the institute.
Jace was leaning against the op’s centre desk, flicking though a file when a portal opened in the door way and out fell Magnus, his hair unmade and his face void of any makeup. His eyes filled with terror as he looked around the empty room searching, his eyes flicking from desk to desk. Shocked Shadowhunters looked at the warlock, some rising and pulling out their weapons.
“Magnus?” Jace asked walking around the table towards to the frantic warlock, his hand were raised in defence and as he got closer he could see that there were tears in his eyes and he wasn’t wear any shoes. But Magnus didn’t answer, he was muttering about blood and Alec and after taking one more look around the room he fled towards the housing wing.
“Shit.”Jace said, “Stand down and back to work!” he yelled at as he ran after the warlock.
Magnus was panting as he made to the housing wing, his chest rising and falling in an uneven pattern. He was bumping into random shadowhunters as he ran in search for Alec. One of those people had been Izzy, who was coming back from a hunt.
“Hey Magnus, what are…” But she didn’t get to finish before she was pushed aside. She stood in shock for a moment watching the warlock rush around the corner and out of sight.
“Magnus!” She heard Jace yells as he round the other corning. “Have you seen him?” He asked her as Izzy joined him in running after the crying warlock.
“Whats going on?” She asked, running to keep up with Jace.
“I don’t know! He burst into the op centre muttering about blood and Alec. I think he might be sleep walking” Jacesaid as they slid around the last corner before Alec’s room.
Alex was sitting in bed reading when his door flew open a mass of blue silk attacked him, the body falling into his lap, it’s arms wrapping around his neck what could almost be a choke hold.
“Magnus?” He asked, throwing away his book and wrapping his arms around the shaking warlock. He looked up to see Jace and Izzy standing by the door, and silently asked what the hell was happening. Jace just shrugged his shoulders.
“No idea, he just fell out of a portal in the middle of ops and ran to here” Jace explained.
“Is he hurt?” Izzy asked, concern filling her voice. Alec shook his head.
“No his just…he had a bad dream. You guys can go, I can handle him” Alec said, running a hand though Magnus’s hair.
‘You sure that is a good idea bro?” Jace asked, absently rubbing his parabatai rune, remembering the pain he had felt when the two had broken up. Alec nodded.
“Yeah he will snap out of it soon. He just needs a minute” Alec said, his hand still running though Magnus’s head. Jace and Izzy nodded, saying they they would check on them in the morning and left closing the door behind them.
Alec was confused, he hadn’t seen Magnus in weeks, ever since Magnus left Alec standing in the hallway of the hospital wing. Moving his hand up to grab Magnus’s arms he pushed him back to look at his face. The warlocks eyes were swollen and red, tears leaking down his face. A face that Alec noticed had no make up on and had a light stubble growing.
“Magnus, whats wrong?” Alec asked, reaching up to wipe the tears away from his face. Magnus was still crying, soft sobs filling the room and he was shaking.
“Blood, there was so much blood.” He said, fresh tears falling. Panic filled Alec and he moved Magnus back further to have a good look at his love. His hand moving over his body looking for blood and wounds.
“Are you hurt?” He asked, his hands reaching around and under the blue robe. Alec remembered what happen last time, Magnus had knocked over a vase in his panic and have end up with cuts on his feet and hands. Magnus didn’t answer, he just kept muttering about blood.
“Magnus!” Alec yelled, shaking Magnus. “Are you hurt?” He said loudly, cupping the warlock’s face in his hands, blue eyes searching tear filled cat eyes. Magnus shook his head, and reached out to touch Alec’s stomach, then as if remembering something starting ripping at the hoodie he was wearing.
“Blood, there was so much blood. Couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t save….” Magnus was now in a full panic, tearing at Alec’s clothes in desperation, trying to find the wounds that didn’t exist. Alec grabbed Magnus’s hands trapping them between his own.
“Magnus take a breath and talk to me babe.” He said, staring at the frantic warlock, his eyes searching.
“There was a battle and I want there and this demon attacked you and I wasn’t there and they was so much blood and you…and you…” Magnus broke down, falling forward into Alec’s lap and crying his heart out. Alec leaned back cradling his love and pulled the blanket over them. Settling in for what would be along night of Magnus waking up in a panic and tear filled conversations.
Sunlight was warming Alec’s back when he woke, slowly opening his eyes he was met with a slight that he didn’t think he would see again. Magnus was aching away from him, snuggled down into the sheets, soft snores filling the room. Reaching out he pulled the warlock towards him, Magnus’s bare back meeting his bare chest, sometime during the night Alec had lost his shirt and Magnus’s robe had join it on the floor. Lost in his thoughts he didn’t realise that Magnus had woken up.
“I had a nightmare about you, and I wanted to make sure you were alright.” Magnus said softly. “There was so much blood and I couldn’t stop it and all I could think of was getting to you!” He said fresh tears filling his eyes. Alec sighed, and rolled Magnus over so he was facing him. In the fresh morning light Alec could finally take in Magnus. He had dark circles under his eyes, no make and the beginning of a beard was showing in his face.
“Im here and I’m safe.” Alec said cupping Magnus’s face in his hands. “I’m not going any where.”
With a small sigh, Magnus lent in pressing his lips against Alec’s, warmth filling both their bodies.
Prompt: If you do Rafael Casal imagines
can you do one where daveed matchmakes you please?
Pairing: Rafael Casal x Reader
Summary: Daveed wants to set you up on
a blind date.
Word count: 2092
Warnings: None, just fluffy cotton
A/N: Oh god, I loved writing this!!! I
wish I could find someone as sweet as the people I write… Writing
this made me blush like really hard… I wish I could tag whoever
requested this but it was Anon!!! Whoever you are I hope you liked
You flopped into your soft velvet
couch. “Uhg I dunnooo.” you groaned hiding your face in the throw
pillow, you felt a foot poke into your kidneys causing you to flinch
and giggle simultaneously. “You haven’t even heard what I’m going
to say, I literally walked in here and told you I had a proposition
for you” You rolled over to face Daveed, your roommate sitting
across from you, “Propositions are haaaaard.” you whined. Daveed
glared at you.
“Are you serious, you won’t even hear what I have to
say.” You snorted as you pulled out your phone. “Tell you what,
you tell me what you got and I’ll check my schedule.” Daveed leaned
his arms on his knees and stared at you. “I have this friend,
Rafael, I think you two would be perfect together. I wanna set you up
on a blind date.” You hissed in a sharp breath. “Oh, sorry can’t
make it.” You lied staring at your blank phone calendar. “I
haven’t even told you a date.” he said deadpanned. You froze as he
spoke. “Y/N, you can’t just freeze up.” you stayed still, your
eyes unblinking, unwise choice as Daveed bent forward and swiped your
phone from your hands. “Dude, what the fuck.” you said moving
from your spot, Daveed’s fingers flipped through your phone. “There’s
literally nothing on here.” You shrugged and leaned back onto the
couch. “How are blind dates even still a thing?”
still playing with your phone. “How would you know anything is
still a thing, you don’t leave this apartment.” You opened your
mouth in defense but ended up scoffing. “I-… I do things. Just
yesterday I got a bagel.” Daveed threw your phone back at you
almost smacking you right in the face. “You get a bagel everyday.”
You unlocked your phone to see what he messed with. “Yeah, but I
went to a different shop!” Just as you finished your sentence you
opened up your contacts. “Who is Rafa?” You questioned raising an
eyebrow, Daveed broke out into a huge grin. “Oh no, no no no.”
You moved to delete the mystery mans number, Daveed suddenly hopped
to his feet. “So help you god Y/N, you delete that number I’m
moving out! Then how will you afford your precious bagels.” You
glared at him clenching your jaw. “Fine.” you muttered Daveed
smiled as he began backing away.
“I already texted him anyway.”
Just then your phone buzzed in your hand. Daveed quickly bolted from
the living room and into his bedroom. “Daveed Diggs! I swear to
Christ I will murder you!”
“NOT IF I LOCK MYSELF IN HERE!”
You looked back at your phone and got
into your messages. You read the message Daveed so expertly sent.
bro, its Daveed.
Rafa: Hey Diggs, you get a new
You sighed at the frustrating
situation, you had to let him know it wasn’t Daveed, you didn’t want
him texting you some random shit meant for Daveed.
Y/N: Hey, this is actually Y/N,
Daveeds roommate, hes just being an ass
Your leg automatically began to bounce
out of nervous habit waiting for his reply, your phone buzzed on your
Rafa: Haha, classic. Well Hi, I’m
Um, he wanted to actually have a
conversation with you?
Y/N: Yeah, I know… you actually
wanna keep talking to a stranger?
You glared back at Daveeds door, hoping
he could feel your wrath.
Rafa: If you’re a friend of Daveed
you’re cool in my book.
You bit at the inside of your cheek,
debating on just ignoring him and risk Daveeds threat, or making a
new friend. You groaned once more.
Y/N: Where’d you get that line,
Cheesy Things to Say: Vol. 1?
You sighed at his lack of humor, how
was he supposed to be ‘perfect’ for you exactly? Your phone buzzed
Rafa: It was Vol. 2
You giggled lightly as you continued to
texting the evening away.
Around 6pm Daveed peaked out from his
door, you were still sat on the couch bent over your phone.
He strutted out from his room. “Well,
well, well, what do we have here?” You jumped at the sound of his
loud voice. “Jesus, warn a person.” You placed your hand on your
heart. “Getting along with Rafa are we?” You shrugged unwilling
to give him any satisfaction. “He’s nice.” Daveed chuckled. “Just
nice, sure. Hey, check your calendar for me?” You squinted your
eyes and tilted your head confused.
As you opened the calender you saw an
event placed in your weekend., scrolling down to around 7pm in bright
blue border it read. ‘Date Night With Rafael’ Your shoulders dropped
as you tossed your phone on the coffee table. “Daveed, you cannot
just control my love life!” You shouted standing from the couch. “I
can when its a blind date.” He taunted dashing into the kitchen.
The rest of the week blew by, Saturday
was there and the time ticked by quickly, soon you were finishing
your makeup in your floor length mirror and zipping up your dress,
struggling as your short arms couldn’t reach. “Daveed!” you
called out, almost immediately he was at your door. “What, what is
it!?” you pouted and pointed to your back. “You gave me heart
attack.” He mumbled as he pulled at the zipper, once done up you
smoothed down any wrinkles and checked yourself out in the mirror.
Your dress was tight and a deep red color with lace over top, with
black heels. Daveed wolf whistled from behind you. “Damn girl.”
You blushed and pushed him out of your room.
You heart was banging in your chest
like a drum.
You pulled up to the restaurant, as you
removed the keys from the ignition you sat silently, praying that you
wouldn’t make fool of yourself. You heels clicked as you entered, the
interior was dim with only candle lighting the atmosphere. You gave
your name to the host and he began to lead you to the two person
You had arrived first. Or just got
You ordered a glass of wine as you sat.
A few minutes passed, your wine arrived
and as you took your first sip, in he walked. He talked to the host
briefly before his eyes found your, he smiled and your heart skipped
His blond hair was slicked back, his
stubble was visible even in the dim light, his crisp white dress
shirt with the sleeve rolled up halfway was tucked neatly into his
dark jeans. Your breath caught in your throat unfortunately causing
you to choke on the sip of wine. You attempted to clear your throat
and calm down before he came any closer to you. He licked at his lips
as he neared you. “Y/N?” You bit your lip lightly and nodded.
“Yes, yes. Hi” you laughed lightly getting up to shake his hand,
but he went to hug you, the awkward moment finished when he wrapped
his arms around you, his cologne was light and musky. You would’ve
melted right then and there if you weren’t in public.
He released you and you both took your
seats, the candle light glimmered over his face, as he smiled at you.
“Its so great to finally meet you.” you giggled feeling your
cheeks heat up. “Yeah, this is great.”
He ordered a bottle of wine, the same
as the glass you already had, and you both ordered your food.
The two of you were in your own world
as you talked about each other, although you knew some bits about him
already you both agreed to save some things for the big night.
His voice was deep and low and you were
so entranced by it, you could have listened to it all night.
You fingers brushed one another as you
fell further into your deep conversations.
After dinner was over, you were
dreading the goodbye about to come but instead he took hold of your
hand. “Want to go dancing?” he asked leading you outside. “I’d
love to.” you admitted as you blushed deeply. “What about my
car?” You asked suddenly remembering your drove separately. “I
promise I’ll bring you back.” he said unlocking his car and opening
the door for you, you slid in and attempted to calm your heart.
You drove in relative silence, it was
comfortable though, you felt like you could relax. His car soon came
to a stop as you had arrived at the jazz club.
After opening your door once more and
linking arms with you ushering you inside, his hand was almost
immediately out for you to take hold of.
A few fast swing dances played, Rafa
spun you around and taught you to do the octopus, you laughed as he
spun you outwards and back into his chest and lowering you backwards
to the floor, your eyes glued to his. The song then merged into a
slow song. He slowly pulled you up and took hold of one hand and
rested the other on your waist.
You felt your heart leap into your
throat as ‘You Don’t Know Me’ began to play.
He held you close to his chest, you
leaned on it as the both of you swayed back and forth slowly, you
could hear his heart beating in his chest, it was low pounds and
almost hypnotizing. Soon you could hear Rafael humming along to the
song, then singing quietly, like it was only for you. You closed your
eyes and listened to his voice, it was deep and soothing.
’Ooo, you’ll never know, the one who
loved you so, oh you don’t know me.’ the song turned from lyrics
to a soft jazz guitar riff. “This is kinda a horrible song to be
slow dancing to.” you joke your eyes still closed and your head
still resting on his chest. He chuckled shaking his chest. “You’re
right, but then again it is perfect to dance too, its slow, and low,
and got you this close to me.” You felt your face burn up as you
hid it away in his chest. “Ah, don’t hide, you’ve got too beautiful
of eyes to do that to me.” You bit your lip and smiled up at him.
After that slow dance you both began to
leave without a word to each other, but you both knew that it would
be the perfect song to end the night with.
The drive back to your car was silent
once more, but his hand slid over yours and took hold of it this
time, you smiled and watched him drive through the quiet night.
The night was coming to an end as he
pulled up next to your lonely car in the now closed restaurants
parking lot. You turned to Rafael, your eyes almost sad as you looked
at him. “I guess this is goodnight.” You mumbled, Rafa tilted his
head to the side. “What? I need to walk to you to your door.” he
said winking at you. You laughed lightly as he exited the car and
rushed to your side and once again held the door open for you.
His hand intertwined with yours as you
took the two steps to your car. “Well, I guess this is goodnight.”
he said mimicking your words, you laughed and pushed at his chest
lightly. “I’d love to see you again Y/N” he said seriously his
eyes unable to look away from your lips, you nodded, a loss for words
as he moved closer to you. Your back leaned against your car as he
leaned into you, his lips grazing yours for a brief second before
they pressed against yours, it was tender and sweet, the scent of him
fill your head as his hand rested on your cheek. He unwillingly
pulled himself back form the kiss, he smiled gently, giving you
goosebumps. “Goodnight Rafael” you whispered out. “Goodnight
Y/N” he said pushing your hair from your face and kissing you
softly once more.
As you drove home you wished you could
turn back and kiss him again, or call him just to hear his voice, or
even text him.
As you entered you apartment you fell
against the door and sighed like a love sick puppy.
You didn’t notice Daveed in the kitchen
eating Chinese food. “That good of night, eh?” He asked causing
you to jump, you flipped him off. “You’re lucky you’re a good
matchmaker Daveed Diggs.”
Request: Hey:D First of all I wanted to say that your blog is awesome and you’ve got amazing writing skills^^ If requests are still open, I’d like to ask if you could write about Eric being in a relationship with the reader who was his initiate and who barely made it through initiation & is also like really self conscious, anxious and sensitive but she hides it so Eric doesn’t know though he suspects something like that, &someday she’s just having a really bad day and kinda breaks down in front of Eric…
A/N: Thank you so much!!!!!
Making my way down the halls of the Dauntless Compound, I thought about many things. I had so much on my mind that it was driving me insane. Ever since I had started dating Eric, I had been having doubts about myself, and after today, I was seriously a lot more was on my mind. I was having a horrible day today.
First, I was working at one of the cafe’s and I spilled the customer’s drink all over me and himself. Even though he brushed it off as no big deal, it was still a big deal to me. Then, I remember that I have a date with Eric tonight, and I don’t get out of work until our date is supposed to start. Plus, I look horrible! Finally, as I was making my way out of the café to head home, I tripped and twisted my ankle.
Now, I was limping back to my apartment, hoping that Eric had forgotten about our date. As soon as I was inside, I hurried and locked the door. I made my way to the bathroom, and took a hot, steaming shower, and cried. All I wanted to do was sleep. When I was asleep, it was the only time that my mind wasn’t running.
I got out of the shower, and put on my pajamas. I jumped onto my comfortable bed and snuggled into the pillows. Then, there was a knock at my door. Groaning, I got up and made my way to the door. When I opened it, I was face to face with my boyfriend, Eric.
“Hey, I just wanted to come and check on you, since you didn’t show up.” He says.
“Oh, I’m fine. You?”
“I’m great. What’s wrong?” He asks.
“Nothing’s wrong. Why would you ask?”
“You’re eyes are red. You’ve been crying.” He stated. Without being invited in, he pushes his way through the door.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“I’m not leaving until you tell me what is wrong.” He puts his hands behind his back.
“Eric. There’s nothing wrong. I just forgot about tonight.” I lied.
“Okay.” Then he makes his way over to my couch and sits down.
“What are you doing?”
I roll my eyes and sit down next to him. “Y/N. Tell me what’s wrong.”
I look over at him and he cups my face in his hands. “Please.” He whispers.
I try to hold in my tears, but I can’t. All of my emotions come out for the second time today. Eric looked horrified and pulled me into his chest. “Everything will be alright. What’s the matter.”
I tell him everything. Tell him what happed today, tell him how I don’t know why he’s dating me since I almost failed initiation. I tell him about all of my doubts about myself. I tell him everything.
When I was finished, Eric stayed quiet for a moment, then he broke the silence. “Y/N, I love you. You are gorgeous and smart and funny and kind and amazing. That’s why I’m dating you. I love you so much. And I’m sorry that you had a bad day at work. But I’ll make it better. We can stay here and watch movies for the rest of the night. How does that sound?”
The main Pocket Mirror Team Has already released a PM Guide, but they were cool with me releasing one too. Mine is more detailed, and gives you some guidance on where to go (and has a few secrets you can find in the 3rd area). I also have a post where I point out where some Pumpkin Charms are, which aren’t necessary, but give you access to extra content later in the game.
The real credit goes to the rest of the PM team as well as the PM beta testing team for helping me through the game. I’m not the best puzzle solver, so I want to thank them for all their help making this :)
“Keep your memories close to your heart” is code for save as often as possible. You can go 5-7 rooms without seeing a savebox, so save as much as you can.
If you’re getting a “Failed to create Bitmap” Error - it means the game didn’t load the area fast enough before you got there. The best way I found to avoid this is by walking into new maps, not running (don’t do this at a chase scene tho). Feel free to report these errors to the PM Team @pocketmirror-ask.
Table of contents
Start (Note: This is the area you played through if you played the demo)
Area 1 -
Area 2 - Fleta
Area 3 - Harpae
Area 4 - Lisette
Area 5 - Final
If you just want to know how to get each ending, look up “ MAIN ENDING DIVERGENCE ” with ctrl+F.
Was thief king Bakura cat owner die in a house fire and couldn't say his owner and watched it burn down as he meowed then ran away deverstated!? I'm sorry this even was a thought ;,; or a cat family !?!
[ ahem, I do warn those that are uncomfortable with animal death and fire to skip past this or tread with caution ]
Picture a kennel of kittens. Don’t worry, it’s a nice kennel. A bit outdated, but nice. Soft bedding, clean food and water dishes, you know, the works. Now picture that kennel has a questionable amount of kittens. Like, a lot of kittens. How do so many fit in there? We don’t know, but they’re managing. Imagine quite a few of these jam-packed kennels lining the walls of a shelter.
There’s a small cat. He’s brown, a Somali breed. Not very big at all. He could be considered rather small for his breed, but he’s still young so it’s hard to tell.
There are people milling around, checking clipboards posted on the doors of each kennel full of cats. There sure are a lot of cats. A few are yowling, obviously uncomfortable in the cramped quarters. The people continue to wander about. This small cat can see the words written on the clipboards. He can’t read them, but he can see them. The letters TBD are posted in red on each sheet - the only colour on the black and white pages. What does that mean? He doesn’t know. He’s a cat.
The people exit the room through a stiff swinging door, tugging it fully closed behind them. The lights flick out. They’re gone. The cats slowly quiet down as they realize that the people probably aren’t coming back until morning, as per the norm.
Night drags on and many cats have tucked in, but this kitten stays awake watching the door. There’s the sound of a cat yowling and hissing on the other side of it. It’s loud, an older cat. Most cats don’t even feign a reaction, until this cat shoves through the door forcefully. It’s a larger Somali. The kitten sees the other cat has grey around his face and a red collar. A sheet of purple fabric with gold trim is attached to the collar, flailing behind the older cat as he bolts through the hall of the kennel with his tail high. How did that cat get out…?
There’s a smell now. The kitten doesn’t recognize it, but it’s the scent of heat and the tangy sting of smoke. From where the door was left open the kitten can see the smoke crawling into the room along the ceiling until it reaches a white circle with a blinking red dot.
Suddenly a shrill squeal sets all the cats on edge. The smoke detector was tripped by the smoke. What’s unfortunate about this outdated facility is that the doors that keep the cats in, are now holding them prisoner. No automatic emergency release here. Each cat is howling in distress at the noise and the encroaching smoke. In the frenzy the kitten is shoved against the bars of the cage. He feels the foot of a cat claw against his cheek. The kitten panics, and in his fright he pushes his head through the steel bars.
The smoke is thicker now, making it hard to see the second-level kennels from the ground. The kitten can feel the heat of fire radiating from the open door and continues to wiggle his way through the bars. His head clear on the other side, he mewls in pain as his body on the other side is roughly shoved around by other cats. He shimmies forward and tucks in his arms. Finally, he pulls them through. He reaches out to claw the floor below him, but it’s slippery and he can’t grab hold of anything. The wailing alarm is deafening to his sensitive ears. This only encourages him to pull the rest of himself through - and fast. After more squirming he finally manages to break out of the cage and flees down the hall where the other cat had ran.
At the very end of the hall there’s an open window above the counter. Next to the counter, a human’s white coat hangs on a hook. There really isn’t much time to think. He leaps up and sinks his claws into the coat. Far behind him down the hall he can now see the flicker of flames through the crack of the door and the smoke is now causing him to choke and wheeze. He grips the coat like the lifeline, and climbs it. He can hear the wails of the cats left behind but knows he can do nothing. Without so much as a last glance back, he scrambles up onto the window sill and jumps.
Having fled the building, he can now see half of the facility ablaze in a tower of fire. A person wearing thick, beige and highlighter yellow clothing approaches him, but he doesn’t give the human a chance.