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clock tower

(A/N): I’m in an angsty mood so here ya go

You fall down the clock tower and to Peter’s horror he was too late to save you.

word count: 1037

warnings: angst

disclaimer: based off a scene in the amazing spider-man

The moment the web that had been holding you up cut in half Peter felt his heart drop down into his stomach, he screamed your name and swiftly kicked his former friend Harry off of him sending him flying into a wall where an explosion soon erupted.

And as soon as the flames started nearing him Peter jumped down and towards you. 

He watched a tear slide down your cheek as you let your eyes close preparing for the impact your body would soon feel. You raised one hand up towards him feeling the wind move your hair in every direction as you accepted what was soon too come.

So, in desperation Peter raised his arm and shot a web out at you hoping it would catch you in time. And as soon as it wrapped around your stomach Peter grabbed a railing with his free arm and stopped himself and you from falling any further.

But the loud noise when your head hit the ground echoed throughout the entire tower Peter felt a sickening feeling take over his body as he watched your limp figure hang from the web he had shot at you.

He quickly stuck the web to the railing and jumped down to you hesitantly removing his mask, feeling hot tears blur his vision at the sight off his girlfriend laying there lifeless. “Y/N?” He asked his voice failing him as he slowly moved his body towards yours.

He knelt down next to you cutting the web that had been holding you up causing your body to fall into his arms as he tightly wrapped his right arm around your waist while the other one held your head up. 

He let his body fall to the floor as he slowly laid you down in his lap.

“Hey. Hey!” He cried as he moved a strand off hair out off your face and put it back behind your ear hoping you would open your eyes and smile up at him, the smile he had grown to love ever so much which now he feared he would never see again.

“Breathe” He mumbled in desperation as he cupped your cheek with his gloved hand feeling himself start to lose hope as you showed no sign of doing so. 

“You’re okay” he tried to reassure himself “Stay with me” He cried, frantically shaking you hoping you would at least stir at the action or start breathing again.

“Come on Y/N wake up” Peter said in desperation grazing his gloved thumb over your cheek that was now flushed red.

But as nothing happened Peter soon begun to realize you weren’t coming back. He felt tears roll down his cheeks as he sobbed loudly cradling your body in his arms hoping you would magically come back to him.

“I can’t do this without you” He sobbed letting his head fall down to your neck as he hugged you closer to him and the way your limps gave out and your head was tilted back Peter realized he had lost the most important person in his life.

And as he felt your life slowly slip away from you while you rested in his arms he looked back over at your time together.

He remembered when he first met you freshman year and how he had accidentally bumped into you causing you to drop all the things you had been holding having him apologize over and over again only too have you smile up at him and assure him that it was okay.

He remembered when he first asked you out and how nervous he felt whilst doing so, stuttering over his own words as he fumbled with the hem off his jacket finally managing too get the words ‘will you go on a date with me?’ out.

And he remembered how happy you were when he did so and how you had wrapped your arms around his neck screaming a ‘yes’ as he hugged you back burying his head deep into your neck.

He remembered your first kiss and how it had been the most magical kiss he had ever had, your lips slowly moving against each other fitting like they were made for one another.

He remembered when he had told you that he was Spider-Man and how you had yelled at him worrying sick for his life like any girlfriend would in that situation, but he had managed to calm you down by promising you he would be fine and nothing would happen to him.

He remembered when he had first came too your window in desperate need of medical attention and how you had freaked out as you patched him up scolding him for being so stupid and irresponsible.

He remembered the first ‘I love you’ and how he had accidentally blurbed it out whilst you two were studying at his house. You had just looked so perfect in that moment, your glasses slowly slipping down your nose and your hair falling down to your face every once in a while, and he just couldn’t help the words that escaped his mouth that night.

And he remembered asking you too Homecoming and how you had almost broke down sobbing at the sight off him holding two roses and a box of chocolate that said ‘Will you go too homecoming with me?’

And now as you laid in his arms he couldn’t help but feel lucky at the time he had got too share with you and the amazing memories you two had created. 

He leaned his forehead against yours letting his tears fall down onto your face as he bit his lower lip preparing for his final goodbye.

“I love you so much Y/N Y/L/N thank you for everything” and with that he let his lips linger on your forehead before slowly putting you down, carefully laying your head on the cold metal floor.

He slowly stood up taking one last glance at you. You looked so peaceful and he couldn’t help the strangled yell he let out feeling his body fill with guilt and regret.

He should have had never told Harry about you and he couldn’t help but feel almost empty as he now had no one and his world came crashing down around him in one night that night being the night he lost you.

Netflix and Chill

Originally posted by amynelsons

Request: Can I request a first kiss ethan/reader? Love your work!! Binge reading all of it right now haha

Summary: Fem!Reader and Ethan are having a movie night together and things get just a little too friendly.

A/N: This is such a cute request, hope you all enjoy this one! One thing, as always anything in italics is the inner monologue of a character, but there’s also a song in this fic, so the lyrics are also italicized! Hope that’s not too confusing for anyone! Thanks for reading my fic!

Wordcount: 520! Kinda short, but it gets the point across :)

Request some more things please! I love writing for you guys!

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happy birthday // h.s.

Did I write a one shot for myself about what I would like from Harry Styles on my birthday? Yes, I did. Did I also make it really smutty? Again, yes, I did. I hope you all enjoy and if not then that’s fine too! :) 

words: 5k+

Smut: yes

edited:Not really

You didn’t think today would be such a hard day.

By the time you’d drug yourself home to your tiny little apartment, you were far too exhausted to do anything but sleep. You were starving though and you weren’t in the mood for something like takeout, it was far too much for this hour of the night and you just wanted something simple. So frozen chicken nuggets was your plan. You grabbed your mail from your box downstairs, headed up the few flights to your apartment (you were sticking to your ‘no use of the elevator’ plan no matter how tired you were), and slipped your key into your doorknob.  You turned it, giving it a little push to really help it open up before you stumbled into your little apartment. Your headphones were getting a little tangled up in your purse and your mail, so you quickly tugged them out of your ears as you turned around to shut your door, dropping the mail on the front table.

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BabyDaddy!Cal Pt. 14

A/N: Yall…..this chapter is wild lmaoo. That’s all I can tell you, plus there’s A LOT of dialogue so sorry, but not sorry. Today marks my second day of school and due to being an AP/honors student I literally already have hmwk and stuff, but I’ll try to get the next chapter out at least by this weekend. As always get this to 100 notes and PLEASE send feedback because I need to know your reactions to this cause y'all funny asf. I hope you love bugs enjoy💕

Also, this takes places a few weeks later since a lot of you get confused with the timing. They’ve already moved into their new apartment and she’s almost eight months pregnant now.

**WARNINGS**: Sooooo much profanity

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty{END}

“Joy, this is so good.” You practically moaned as you stuffed your mouth full of alfredo.

“I’m glad you like it, but slow down, Y/N.” she laughed, placing a kind hand onto your shoulder.

With you being seven and a half months pregnant, Joy and Mali thought it was the perfect time to have a baby shower. The two of them had took the time to cater everything themselves and everyone else pitched in on multiple gifts that would later come in handy. Some of your other friends had also passed by to congratulate both you and Calum as well as leave a gift for you. David had even said he’d help Calum and the boys out in getting the nursery together for your baby girl.

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First Kiss - Jughead Jones

Anonymous said:

If request are open can you write a fem reader x jughead imagine where jughead finds out the reader hast had her first kiss yet and he decides to change that. If you could make it super fluffly that would be great! Thanks, love your writing.

Originally posted by eh-just-join-the-fandom-fam

You were walking with Archie and Veronica as they talked about a party they attended last night; raving about the games and scandalous happenings. While they gossiped you made your way to the lunch table with the talkative couple trailing behind you.

“You should’ve been there Y/N! Plenty of guys were there, waiting for a beautiful girl to steal their hearts.” You rolled your eyes at Veronica as you sat in front of Jughead. His nose was buried in a book, with a long title that only would seem interesting to him. You gave him a soft smile when he looked up; but went back to his book when Veronica continued to speak.

“Everyone was playing spin the bottle, even Reggie Mantle,” she teased. You turned your head and gave the raven-haired girl a incredulous look. “What?” she asked when she noticed your expression, along with Jughead and Archie’s faces as well.

“I don’t think Y/N would want to waste her time with Reggie. He’s a good football player but,” Archie just shook his head. Jughead let out a hum of agreement and looked back to his book.

“Definitely wouldn’t want to waste my first kiss on him either,” you said lowly; but loudly enough for Veronica to hear.

“What!? You’ve never kissed anyone?” You blushed a deep red and looked around. Archie had a surprised look on his face but Jughead’s mouth was slightly open in shock.

“What,” the blue eyed boys voice was deep with confusion, causing you to meet his eyes. You blushed a little harder, trying desperately to control your emotions. Embarrassment was already rooted down, now that your crush knew you hadn’t even had your first kiss yet. Yet, Jughead couldn’t believe it. Such a wonderfully amazing girl, the girl he had liked since grade school, hadn’t kissed anyone in her life. He couldn’t help but be shocked.

“I just haven’t found anyone that I have trusted enough. Isn’t that what a kiss should mean, that you trust and care for the other person?” You looked down at your tray, trying to hide your blush. Veronica nodded, but her brows were still furrowed. It was Archie that spoke up.

“You’re right, your first kiss should be with someone you care about.” You smiled graciously at the red-head before glancing up at Jughead. He was gnawing slightly on his bottom lip, in deep thought. His face perked up when he noticed you looking at him. Jughead gave you a soft smile, one you thought meant understanding.

“I gotta go,” Jughead said suddenly, “I’ll see you guys later.” He walked off, his book held tightly in his hand. Veronica let out a sigh and rested a hand on your shoulder.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to say it that loud. I was just, it was a jolt.” You nodded, mentally going over what had happened. Archie frowned at you, because if you knew that Jughead liked you, you’d be spared from the awkwardness you were feeling.

The rest of the lunch went on without any further talk about the lack of first kisses. Betty and Kevin showed up, talking your ears off for the remainder of time. Through the next few passing periods, you’d see Jughead. You’d give him a wave and he’d shoot you a soft smile. When he had passed, you internally cursed yourself for being so bashful. You had been friend with Jughead Jones ever since you could remember; it was just your feelings that complicated things. By the end of the school day, you had nearly forgotten about your embarrassment until you saw Jughead once again.

Your friend was talking to Betty, leaning close to her as if telling her something secretive. Betty had a bright smile on her face, nodding at something Jughead was saying. You met the boy’s eyes, blushing for the upteenth time that day. You looked down and sped up your walking, rushing out the Riverdale High’s doors; hoping that this day would just end.

You were laying face down on your bed, trying hopelessly to forget about everything. Everything to do with Jughead and your red hot embarrassment. Of course Jughead would go after the perfect girl; the one who was gorgeous and smart. Betty probably has kissed someone before, maybe she had kissed Jughead.

You buried your face deeper into the pillow, stifling an annoyed groan. Your thoughts were drowning you and you couldn’t get rid of them. Every old daydream of you and Jughead danced in your head and you felt tears form in your eyes. You rolled back over on your back, looking up at your ceiling. Raising a hand to wipe away your tears, you almost didn’t hear your phone go off. You reached out for your phone, looking at the text message you got.

Jughead : Hey, you wanna come to the Drive In for a bit?

You : Why?

Jughead : Because….I want to hang out with you.

You : Okay sure. I’ll be there soon. :)

Getting up, you quickly prepared yourself for the possibility for further embarrassment. You cleaned up your face, wiping the tears and evidence of crying off your cheeks. Looking in the mirror, you studied your reflection. You straightened your clothes, smoothing out the wrinkles and turned towards your bedroom door.

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aegyoulzzangbtsexo  asked:

Can you please do an exo reaction to when they are walking wih their wife and their baby (through an airport or something)and a jealous fan tries to harm the baby and his wife?

The last of the full member reactions, finally checked off. TChanks so much for your patience. I hope you like it.

And I am on a roll today! Two reactions down and possibly a ship or another reaction before I call it a night for this blog. Woot Woot!



Xiumin: *him and his family had just sat down at their terminal waiting for the plane to arrive when a fan runs towards his partner with their hands raised in a threatening manner. Xiumin watches it go down, preparing to pounce out of his seat and block the fan from harming his partner or child when airport police step in the way and detain the attacker. Once the fan has been taken away he looks towards his partner, who is holding the child protectively, and gives them an astounded look* “guess we’ll be staying in the first class lounges from now on”

Luhan: “try hurting my family again and I’ll make sure that you never see the light of day again. do you hear me?! I don’t think you do! Let me repeat that! Stay away from my partner and my kids or I’ll charge you with Attempted Battery and Assault!”

Kris: “don’t worry h/k/n I’ll never let anyone harm you or y/n ever ever ever. Those people were just jealous of you and y/n because I love both of you with all my heart. Now lets dry those tears and continue our walk, we’ll be to the playground soon then you can play wit the other kids ok?”

Suho: *this man sees it coming from a mile away and threatens the fan with a quick show of what will happen if they even dare dream of coming near him, his partner, or his child*

Yixing: *gif speaks for itself* *directed at jealous fan*

Baekhyun: “you know why those fans are jealous h/k/n? It’s because you and y/n get all the kisses and love from me and they don’t. You know that kiss you’re giving me? They can’t do that, that’s why they’re jealous and wanted to hurt you but they won’t. I’ll never allow anyone to harm you or y/n”

Chen: *blocks the fan from attacking his precious family* “oh nuh uh! I don’t think so! Back off Bish, you ain’t worthy. Go sit your scrawny ass down and behave and leave my family alone!”

Chanyeol: *scares off the jealous fans by raising his deep voice at them as they approach his family* “I’m warning you not to pull anything stupid! Don’t think i haven’t noticed you following us around! I’ve seen how you look at y/n and h/k/n and I’m warning you to back off! Back off right now!”

Kyungsoo: “are you ok? Did they get you? Did they scare you? I’m sorry our fans are this way. I’ll do my best to protect you better next time. I love you”

Tao: “are you ok sweety? Did those big meanies scare you? Yeah. I’m not surprised. Don’t be scared though, big daddy bear is here to protect you, he’ll never let any harm come to you. Come here and give me a hug. Let me check to see if you’re ok then I’ll go and buy you an ice cream to make up for that traumatic experience”

Kai: “to think that such people have the audacity to call themselves fans! Attempting to harm someone else’s family just because of jealousy! How pathetic, just how low are these ‘fans’ really willing to stoop down to get attention from us?! It’s ridiculous”

Sehun: “I’m sorry you and h/k/n had to witness that. lets make sure to never go on this trail again. I never want to see anyone get hurt over me especially you and h/k/n. I love you with all my heart.”


Getting pregnant with Negan's child would include;

•Negan being beyond excited when he finds out, although you’d be rather weary and anxious

•Him soon getting rid of the rest of his wives to prove his loyalties to you and your future child

•Him talking to your growing stomach on a daily basis. He’d even bring back a ton of baby supplies from runs, your baby was going to be spoilt.

•Deciding on baby names together

•Him barely letting you out of his sight as your due date comes near. He’d then be filled with joy when labour hit

•He’d let out tears of joy when your daughter arrives into the world safe and healthy.

•Him referring to you as his queen and your daughter his princess

•Him reading stories to your child frequently, to you it’d be the cutest thing ever

Originally posted by queenis

Three’s Company- (1/2)

Pairings: Platonic!Steve Rogers x Reader, Platonic!Bucky Barnes x Reader, eventual Romantic!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Requested by @theloveofanauthor:  Imagine where the reader is someone Bucky and Steve both knew before Hydra and the ice. She’d helped Bucky save Steve’s life and now Hydra has her and has been experimenting and torturing her. She has powers, but can’t control them. I was thinking more set nowadays, like Hydra has been experimenting on her because her powers are Chameleon and she can transport herself places. Maybe SHIELD gets a whiff of a powered person and send them to save her. I’d like her to end up with Bucky.

(I don’t own the GIF).

Word Count: 1458

Warnings: Mild swearing.

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My Worst Mistake P.1

Requested: Yes

Anonymous asked:

Could you do an imagine where you caught pan cheat on you and then he regrets it and tries everything to forgive him

Pairing: Peter Pan x Reader

Fandom: OUAT

Warnings: cheating

Rating: fluffy and kind of sad?

A/N: I kind of changed the background, so except for being in Neverland is in a normal world. Hope the requester doesn’t mind. And I divided it in two parts.

Another normal day in L.A . You woke up to the sound of my door, of someone knocking my door.

“Y/N, sweetie, Peter is here” said your mom, her head showing right next to your door.

“Tell him to come in, please.” You said sitting up straight and rubbing the sleep off your eyes.

Suddenly, Peter entered running and jumping into your bed, and kissing all over your face.

“Babe, what are you doing?” you asked between loud laughs.

“Love, I haven’t seen you in so long because of the rugby team trip.” he answered while getting under the covers of your bed.

“True. I’ve missed you a lot, but what time is it?” you asked realising that it was still dark on the outside.

“It’s like four in the morning, Y/N. I just arraived from the airport, I decided that I wanted to see you.” he said smiling and cuddling up with you.

“Oh my, Peter! You are such a dork. What about your parents…” you said shutting up, but too late to prevent your mistake. “Babe, I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to mention your family.”

“Don’t worry, love. It’s okay. Can we just sleep?”

“Sure.” You said kissing his lips softly

Peter’s dad was agressive, very agressive, and abussive with him and his mother. One day, when they were all of his family at home, his father started an argument with his mom and ended up with him shooting her and minutes later with him commiting suicide. He never really told any one, except for you.

                                                   time skips

It was already half past five. Peter was training rugby again for the local match they had in two days. You decided to go and surprise him as you told him that you couldn’t go because you were tired.

You arrived to the stadium and looked for your boyfriend, but couldn’t find him anywhere. You then spotted his best friend Felix and asked him about Peter.

“Oh, he was going to the changing rooms.” he answered

You then walked down to where Felix told you he had seen Peter. You soon heard two voices in the room, one was Peter’s, the other was a girl giggles. You rushed to where the voices were coming from. 

You could feel your heart break into million pieces. Peter, the person that had been part of your life for two years, was infront of you, kissing some kind of blonde cheerleader. You started feeling tears form in your eyes, but then his eyes opened and saw you. He quickly pulled away from the girl and tried approaching you.

“Don’t you dare coming near me!” you yelled, catching the girls attention.

“Babe, I can explain”

“Oh yeah! Explain then! Tell me how you and this b*tch probably made out during the whole rugby trip and today, that I come to surpreise MY boyfriend I catch him making out with this thing.” I said gesturing to the cheerleader.

“Excuse me Peter, I think I should go.” and with that youwe were left alone in the changing room, just you and him.

“Babe, I’m sorry. I promise it’ll never happen again.” he said

“You think that with being sorry you are going to solve the problem? For how long has this been going on, huh?”

“A couple of weeks now… But it was never meant to happen, love. I just didn’t know how to react.”

“Oh yeah, a really convincing excuse in the world. I though you could love me. Do you know how people call you behind your back? ‘Peter Pan the Cheater, but I was just stupid thinking that I could change you. Thinking that I could proove to everyone that you were different, but I guess I was wrong.” And with this said, you started walking towards the exit, not caring about the multiple times he called you.

                                                     To be continued...    

Prince & the Pauper

HEY hi I love all your imagine and they make me melt inside and UGH Anyways my request is maybe a prince!Shawn falling in love with a maid!Reader and those two working out a way to get married <3 thank you love you

Alright people, this one is about to be hella cheesy as hell and I’m not mad about it. As you know I try to be as realistic as possible with these imagines, but, this was something fun to write so love it or hate it, I thought it was damn entertaining. Love you all ❤



‘Okay, Y/N. You finish making the prince’s bed, I need to get started on the master sweet for the king and Queen.’ My co worker and friend, Maria, smiled at me.

'Have a grand ole time doing that.’ I chuckled, fluffing up the prince’s pillow. She rolled her eyes, before leaving room and shutting the door behind her.

I sighed in content, looking around his room. I checked my watch, seeing it was almost 2 o'clock which meant the prince was almost done with his duties and that I could see him for a few minutes.

Being in a secret relationship with a prince whilst I worked here was a very unsuspected. I never thought I’d fall for him, but, his amazing personality with those beautiful, brown, soft curls with the brown orbs to match, it was impossible.

The only surprise though, was one night when everyone was asleep and I was working late, he kissed me and told me he was falling for me. I, of course, told him I felt the same way, our relationship being secretive ever since.

It had been 8 months since that night and I’d never been happier.

I heard the door open as I turned around, seeing his beautiful face appear, a grin planted on his face.

'Shawn…’ I sighed, running towards him as I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly, feeling him wrap his arms around my waist tightly, holding me as close as he could.

'I’ve missed you and it’s only been one day.’ He mumbled in my hair, grabbing my face and kissing me passionately. I sighed, lifting my hand to touch his wrist, holding it gently.

I pulled away, resting my forehead against his. 'I’m never going to get sick of kissing you.’ I chuckled, caressing his face with my hand.

'You don’t have to,’ he smiled, grabbing my other hand, staring down at me. 'I’ve been thinking, Y/N, what’s stopping us from getting married?’ My eyes widened, staring at him in admiration.

'Shawn, your country and your parents…you have to think of them too. They wouldn’t want the help being married to you.’ I reasoned, giving him a half hearted smile.

'I don’t care what my parents want. My people, they’ll learn to love you and accept you for who you are. Y/N, we can do this!’ He grabbed my shoulders, staring at me.

'What if they don’t? What if I’m not good enough? Think about it, Shawn.’ I grabbed his forearms, biting my lip.

'Then I’ll give up my title.’ He concluded. I frowned at him, stepping away from him.

'Shawn, you do that and I’ll never forgive you. You can’t just say no to what you’re born to do.’

'I’m born to find happiness and you make me happy.’ He grabbed my face, holding it in his hands. 'Please, Y/N…’ he lowered to the floor, getting down on one knee and staring up at me. My eyes began to water, my heart thumping in my chest. 'I know that I have a title that will forever follow me around until the day that I die, that I have to take care of a country and place that is my home and you may not be a princess or royalty…but to me - to me you are so much more then any of that. I can’t promise you a fairytale wedding, but I can promise you my heart. Please, Y/N Y/L/N, will you do me the greatest honour of becoming my princess?’

I let out a chuckle, tears cascading down my cheeks, my heart warming at the sight of him. 'When you put it like that…’ I joked, grabbing his hand. 'Yes. One thousand times, yes.’ I exclaimed, jumping on him, kissing his lips.

He held me tightly, the kiss starting to get a little more heated as I heard the door open, pulling away immediately to see his mother and father, standing outside the door.

'Son, what is the meaning of this?’ His father asked, shock and a mixture of utter confusion on his face.

'Father, I can explain everything…Y/N and I-’

'I don’t want to hear this, son.’ His mother interjected, anger planted on her features. 'With the help? If all people…’

'If you’ll just listen to me-’

'How long has this facade being going on, Shawn?’ His father asked, standing closer to us. Shawn put his arm out in front of me, almost as if he was protecting me.

'8, glorious and happy months. Haven’t you noticed since I’ve been seeing Y/N secretly I’ve wanted to go to the events you make me go to, I want to do the balls, galas and anything else you can rope me in to. Knowing I have someone to come home to that can make me feel normal for even just five minutes is what I want in my life. Which, is why I’ve asked her to marry me.’ Shawn sighed, staring at his parents shocked facial expressions. I remained quite, feeling small and helpless in this situation. 'I don’t care what you say; Y/N makes me happy and loved, I wouldn’t have it any other way.’

'That is out of the question.’ His mother dismissed. 'The press would have a field day of the fact that our son, in only a years time to be crowned King of our country, is playing fairytales with the maid, who is not of royal blood.’ She glared at me, her features serious and terrifying. 'You’re fired. Pack your things and leave as of immediately.’

I closed my eyes and sighed, knowing this was bound to happen. 'Yes, you’re majesty.’ I bowed my head down, going to move around Shawn before he stopped me.

'She doesn’t go anywhere. She stays here, with me or we both leave.’

'Are you threatening us?’ His father bellowed, getting closer to his son, who was taller than him by only a few centimetres.

'You’re not being fair. You’re sticking to tradition which can always be changed, starting a brand new tradition of not having to marry royal blood to be royal can be something that can connect us with the people more.’

'Shawn! Stop with this nonsense! You’ve left me no choice but to do this the hard way.’

'Shawn,’ I whispered, touching his shoulder, 'it’ll be alright, sweetheart. You’re going to have to let me do this, please.’

'No, you’re not leaving me. I need you.’ He turned around, grabbing me and pulling me into his chest.


My eyes widened, feeling panic starting to erupt in my stomach and throat. I heard the stampede of feet hitting the ground as four guards made it to Shawn’s room.

Shawn gripped onto me tighter. 'I order you to stand back.’ Shawn warned, the guards now conflicted on if they should follow the current king or soon to be king. 'Take one more step near us and when I’m king, you’ll be returning your amour.’

'Shawn, stop being childish!’ His mother ordered.

'I’m not being childish! You are! I’m trying to be happy, to have some normality, please let me have some normality in my life. I love her, mother.’ Shawn kissed the top of my head, whilst I felt the first tear fall since this conversation. 'Please, don’t make me lose the one thing that makes me happy.’

His mother stared at me before sighing, 'Come here, child.’ She ordered me, making my palms sweat. I let go of Shawn, walking slowly over to her, curtsying in front of her. 'Do you love my son?’

'With all my heart, your majesty.’ I answered honestly.

'You’re willing to give up your normality to live this life?’

'Yes.’ I answered without hesitation. She stood closer to me, giving me a small smile.

'I’ll have to train you to be the best princess you can. There’s no backing out of this now.’

I nodded, feeling my eyes water in happiness.

'Is she truly the one you love, son?’ His father asked, staring between the two of us.

'Yes, father.’ Shawn gripped my hand, intertwining our fingers. 'She’s the only one for me.

'Then you have our blessing.’

Those were the only words I needed to hear. I could finally marry the man that I loved and who I’ll always love.

anonymous asked:

could you do a Sirius black song imagine: treat you better shawn mendes?

Three hours. Three hours you had waited in the library for your boyfriend to come, but he never did. Eventually you admitted to yourself that he wasn’t going to show up. And why would he? It had become increasingly rare for him to show up for study sessions, meals, or even dates. So you stowed away your things and made the trek up the stone stairs to the Gryffindor common room.

Tears were pricking the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill out at any moment if you didn’t go directly to your dorm. But a deep voice stopped you in your tracks.

“Didn’t think you’d be back so soon.” Sirius Black was sitting at a table near the window, a single book open in front of him. He had been one of your closest friends since you first came to Hogwarts and seeing a friendly face right now was just what you needed.

“Yeah, me either I suppose,” you whispered, still ready to bound up the stairs.

“He didn’t come again, did he?” His tone wasn’t accusatory, but concerned. That was all it took for your tears to begin flowing. In an instant, Sirius was up and pulling you in close, running his fingers through your hair. “I’m sorry, love. Didn’t want to make you cry.”

“It’s not you, Pads,” you whimpered. “I don’t understand why he doesn’t want to see me. Do you think there’s someone else?”

“I don’t give a shit if there’s someone else or not. No one gets to treat you like this for any reason,” he said into your hair before placing a small kiss on the top of your head.

“He’s not always like this. I mean, he can be nice sometimes…”

Sirius lifted your chin so you were looking right in his grey eyes. “You deserve so much better, Y/N. You deserve the whole world. I won’t keep watching him treat you this way.” And before you could reply, he was pressing a soft, impossibly delicate kiss to your lips. He held you there a moment before breaking apart. “I’m sorry, but I could never hurt you, Y/N. Never.”

You stood in shock for a moment, unable to process what had just happened. But then it hit you that Sirius had been here all along. He had been your shoulder to cry on, your biggest cheerleader, and confidant for the last 6 years. And you loved him for it. You loved him. There was no boy out there like him and you believed him when he said he’d never hurt you. He never had and he never would. He stood looking at you for a moment, not sure what was swirling around your brain. Not sure if he just made a huge mistake. He didn’t wonder much longer as you took a step into him, pulling his lips to yours once more.

As Promised (V, You) Scenario

Requested by anon. Got a lot of Taehyung requests :P So expect more drabbles/scenarios featuring this weird ball of sunshine. :3

Prompt: V, promises

“All set?”

You smiled up at your husband as you fixed his uniform, straightening up the collar of his white polo; your hands grazing the medals near his coat’s breast pocket.

Taehyung looked down at you lovingly, his hands hovering over your hips, wanting to hold you as much as he could before he went away.

Before the ocean washed him away. 

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@hollyhark Gothic

You know who Holly is. Everyone knows who Holly is. Everyone loves her. Everyone is subscribed to her.

You get an email to alert you she’s written something new. Everyone simultaneously gets the email because everyone is subscribed to her.

You go to ao3 to see the newest work. It is 40 thousand words. You don’t know how she does it. No one knows how.

You look at the clock and see it’s midnight. You tell yourself to go to sleep and read it tomorrow. You accidentally look at the first sentence and start to read. You look at the clock again. It is 2 am, and yet, time has ceased to exist.

You tell yourself that you won’t cry when you read this fic. You are one paragraph in and already sobbing heavy tears

It takes you longer to read than usually because it’s difficult to see the words when the tears fill your eyes.

You finish the fic. You don’t remember who you were before you read it. You don’t know who you are now that you have read it. You don’t know what comes next in your life because Holly is still writing it.

You think she must be a god, but then you shake your head. She cannot be a god. She is so much more.

As soon as you finish the latest story, you realize you are dehydrated. Why are you dehydrated? Because you used most of the water in your body crying hot, ugly tears.

Are the tears you cry from sorrow or the beauty of the writing? You don’t know. It’s probably both.

You tally up the words she has written and published in the last year. It is nearing one million. You think you must be the luckiest person alive.

You don’t know how she does it. No one does. There is no explanation.

You think you’re ready to reread one of her works. You won’t cry this time, you tell yourself. You are two paragraphs in and you’ve already been crying for an hour.

Holly is everywhere. Holly is nowhere. Holly is a figment of your imagination. Holly has always been here. Holly will continue to be here.

God is dead. God has been replaced by Holly, and already she has made the position more powerful than anyone has ever conceived.

You get an email. Everyone receives the email. You open it up. It’s Holly. She’s here to escort you to heaven. On your way you pass through hell. You realize there is no such thing as heaven. There is no such thing as hell. There is only Holly Hark.

Title: Fire Saftey Part 1

Character: Patrick Sullivan

Movie: The Accidental Husband

Warnings: None, fluff!

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

Special shout out to @ladylorelitany and @magikat409!

Holding her stuffed bunny rabbit by the ear, little Eleanor “Ellie” Lail shuffled her way down the hall.

She looked around, making sure that no one was out and watching her.

Eleanor had a plan brewing, one that would help her Aunt Y/N Knowles in the best of ways.

Eleanor had been at school, the whole Kindergarten class outside for fire safety week.

There, she had seen a tall, handsome fireman by the name of Patrick. He had dimples and Eleanor knew for a fact that her Auntie loved dimples.

Shoving her bunny into her overalls, Eleanor looked around one more time.

Reaching up until she was on her tiptoes, she hooked her fingers onto the white latch and dropped down to the flat of her feet, using her weight to pull down hard.

Immediately the bell sounded. Eleanor took off in a run towards her Aunties apartment, her little legs moving quickly and her pigtails bouncing.
I shot up off of the couch, hearing the fire alarm once again and the front door slamming.

“Christ, another one!?” I grumbled, rubbing my eyes.

“Ellie baby?” I hollered, searching the hall for her.

“I’m wight here, Aunt Y/N!”

I looked towards the end of the hall to find Eleanor breathing heavily, Mr. Floppy tucked into her overalls.

“Where were you?” I asked her, picking her up.

“Over at Chawies. We was playin’.” she said, wrapping her arms around my neck.

I carried her out the door and down a flight of stairs to go outside and wait for the fire department to show.

As we waited, I found a place on the brick wall to take a seat. My body ached from working so many hours, but I wouldn’t change it for anything.

Ellie was my responsibility now… My sister had passed away about a year before hand and she had left me as the sole caregiver of Ellie.

I made sure that she never hurt for anything; her happiness and well being was my number one focus.

I had nearly fallen asleep sitting up when Eleanor tugged on my shirt, “What Hun?”

She pointed at a fireman, a smile on her face,”Lookit, Aunt Y/N! That’s the fireman that came to my school!”

I couldn’t get a good look at him and that’s when I realized that I didn’t even have my glasses on.

Gah, I hoped that the building wasn’t on fire.

The visit from the men didn’t last long, but some seemed quite pissed.

“Mistur Patwick! Mistur Patwick!” Eleanor called out, flailing her arms.

The man looked over and smiled as he came closer to where we were sitting.

“Well, well. If it isn’t little Miss Ellie, right?”

Eleanor gasped, her eyes wide, “He remembured my name!”

“Why wouldn’t I?” he chuckled.

“Dis is my Aunt Y/N!”

I squinted at the man; he was still slightly blurry.

He held out his hand, “Nice to meet you, Y/N,”

I shook his hand, blushing when I saw his dimples, “Likewise,”

“Hey Patrick! We gotta go, man!” one of the men by the fire truck yelled.

“It’s safe to go back in, but we’ve been asking that everyone keep an eye out; see who’s pulling the alarms.”

“Sure, thank you for coming out.”

“Not a problem. Ladies,” Patrick nodded his head and walked off, his boots thudding on the cement.

When I turned around to pick Ellie up, I found her with her arms crossed and a pout on her face.

“What’s wrong?”


“Ummm, okay… Let’s go inside and get you some dinner made,”

For the rest of the night and well into the week, Ellie was in a sour mood.

It was a Thursday night when I had come home early and had all the household work done, that I had decided to follow Ellie to see what she was up to.

That was when I found out it had been her that had been pulling the alarm.

Just as she reached up, I hollered at her, “Eleanor Rose Lail!”

She screamed when she spun around. Her bottom lip began to quiver and her eyes filled with chunky tears.

“Young lady, just what do you think you’re doing!?” I demanded.

She started to hiccup cry, “I- I- I just wanted you to be happy!”

My brows furrowed. I didn’t even know whether to be mad at her or not.

“Ellie,” I sighed, kneeling down.

“I’m sowwie!” she cried, cuddling Mr. Floppy to her face.

I gently took her hand and led her back to the apartment.

“Awre you mad?” she hiccuped.

“I’m not exactly happy, Ellie, but we’re going down to the fire station and you’re apologizing to those men whose time you wasted.”

She sniffled, taking the sleeve of her shirt and wiping her nose, “Yes Ma’am.”
The wind was sharp and cold as we walked to the fire station. Ellie had been quiet the whole time.

As soon as we neared the station, we saw a few of the men were outside washing one of the trucks.

I cleared my throat to gain their attention, “I’m looking for Patrick?”

“Yo, Patrick! Broad out here to see ya’s!”

I pushed my glasses up my nose, finally able to see the dimples clearly as Patrick smiled.

“Hey Ellie, Y/N.”

Ellie immediately teared up as I nodded, “Can I speak to you, privately?”

The smile slipped from his face, concern taking place, “Yeah, sure. Come on in Sweetheart.”

Patrick led us inside where it was warm. The kitchen and living room were practically one room.

“You alright, Y/N?” he asked, folding his arms over his broad chest.

Eleanor looked up at me. I gently nudged her, “Go on,”

She played with her bunny’s ears, her lip quivering, “It was me Mr. Patwick,”

Patrick knelt down to her level, “What are you talking about Ellie?”

“I pulled da fire alarm,” fat tears rolled down her rosy cheeks.

Patrick sighed, scratching his brow with his thumb, “Ellie, Honey, you can’t be doing that. Why would you do it?”

“Because I wanted Aunt Y/N to be happy…”

He looked up at me slightly confused, “I’m not following,”

“You can make Aunt Y/N happy. She takes vewy good care of me! She needs someone take of her too and she’s vewy bootiful!”

“Okay, okay… One thing at a time, Ellie. I’m gonna have some of the guys show you around and teach you a few things okay?”

Ellie nodded and wiped her nose, “You’re not mad?”

Patrick smiled and tucked away a loose curl, “No Honey, but you can’t pull the fire alarm anymore.”

“Yes sir,”

Patrick called one of his coworkers over and had him show Ellie the ropes.

I stood by the couch, staring at my sneakers. When Patrick came back over, he touched my arm.

“I’ll pay what ever fines, just send me a bill.”

“Don’t worry about that. Come sit down.” Taking me by the elbow, he led me to the couch where we sat at the same time.

“It seems we have a little Cupid in our midst,” he chuckled.

I blushed, playing with my fingers, “Yeah… I’m really sorry about the trouble that Ellie has caused,”

“She’s just a kid and she means well, Y/N,”

“Thank you… for being so understanding,” I said, my voice breaking at the end.

Patrick’s brows furrowed as he leaned closer and placed a hand on my knee, “It’s no problem, Sweetheart, really.”

I cleared my throat, not knowing what possessed me to spill my guts, “My sister passed away in a car wreck about a year ago,”

Patrick’s other hand rubbed my back, “Ellie’s mom?”

I nodded.

“Shit, I’m sorry, Y/N,”

“Eleanor means well… I guess, maybe I should let go of a few hours at work so that I can be home with her more… I just don’t want to drown in bills,”

“That’s understandable,”

We fell in a comfortable silence as Patrick continued to gently rub my back.

“Listen, Ellie did get something right,”

“What’s that?”

“You are very beautiful,”

I snorted, slapping a hand over my mouth after the noise escaped me.

Patrick laughed.

He did have some amazing dimples when he smiled.

He licked his lips and smiled, “Let me take you out, on a real date.”

“Oh I don’t-”

“C'mon, just one and if you don’t wanna go out again, I’ll take it as it is. Please?”

I stared into his eyes, seeing the genuineness there. Nodding, I decided to live a little, “Okay,”

“Yesss!” Ellie screeched, making us both jump at the high pitched sound.

“Eleanor Rose Lail!” I smiled, but scolded.

She giggled and covered her mouth, “Sowwie,”


Caught Part One

A/N: This is my first Peter Parker fic! Yes it is based off of Tom Hollands Spiderman because I think he did amazing (and also he’s kind of adorable). Please give me feedback so I know how I did! 

(I also know I promised The Soldiers Toy when I came back from hiatus but I just couldn’t write it the way I wanted it to be)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1216

Category: ANGST, so much angst

Warnings: pregnant reader, barely, but I’ll still put it, Peter Parker feels, Peters POV, Cliffhanger ending, 

Summary: You are kidnapped by the Vulture. 

Your name: submit What is this?

Peter skids to a halt inside the abandoned warehouse, eyes searching frantically for any sign of movement. He had received a strange message from you earlier. Meet me here, I have good news followed by an address. Google maps told him it was an abandoned warehouse, which made him a little nervous. He keeps looking around the room, waiting for you to jump out and make some joke about how stupid his face looks right now.

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A Tale Of Two Lobsters: my LOFT 89 experience.

taylorswift, (sorry in advance about my rambling)

So I guess I’ll start from the very beginning! I was graciously given a ticket to go to 1989 Tour OTTAWA by my dear friend lindslovesswift a month or so before the show. (Which is SO NICE. Like who does that!?) So the day of the show came and I went to the venue super super early to check out other peoples awesome costumes, make some friends and also meet up with Lindsay and the girls she brought with her! I was there for probably about 5 hours before doors and was walking around outside when all of a sudden I saw Kevin, from TN, taking photos of peoples costumes for Tays website! He came up to me and was like “…oh my god thats HILARIOUS. TAYLORS LOBSTER.. like from friends!” and I was all “YES. SOMEONE GETS IT!” And then proceeded to explain to him how Tay and I talk online and stuff and he said it was super nice meeting me and hoped taylor would see my outfit (oh and where they were set up inside haha.)

So then I went inside the venues restaurant and sat while Lindsay and the girls ate some food before the show.. and all of a sudden my tumblr and twitter BLEW UP because taylor liked my little post about meeting Kevin. It was UNREAL. Note: Even while all this was going on though I was still 98% convinced I wasn’t meeting Taylor but was okay with that! I just really didn’t want to get my hopes up because its nearly impossible for it to happen.

Anyways! Doors open and we rush to TN’s booth. (SO COOL btw.) I eventually get near the front and Kevin’s standing there with his iPhone, playing 1989, and goes “okay guys whats the next song?” and I say “OOTW. Obviously!” and he looks up and goes “HEY ITS THE LOBSTER LIZ!!” and I kind of die. I say hello and that its so cool he remembered me and he goes “SO.. I didn’t realize how big of a deal you were when we met.. like.. Taylor really likes your posts and stuff and when I was backstage… someone was talking about you a lot back stage… BUT you didn’t hear it from me!” and he casually laughs as I TRY NOT TO CRUMPLE UP ON THE GROUND. We take my TN photo and he goes “SO nice to see you again Liz.. I hope I see you really really soon ;)”……LIKE OKAY SURE KEVIN SAME!

We get to our seats and Vance Joy begins (SO crazily talented btw) and then its getting near when Taylor’s coming on and then… Feel So Close comes on and I instantly lose my shit. Tears are forming, I can feel it, the time right before you realize Taylor Swift is an actual human being and is in the same room as you. UNREAL. WTNY starts and she comes out, flawless as always, and I am so into the show. Honestly, as cliche as it can sound, I really wasn’t thinking about LOFT 89 because the show is such a production you really do get lost in its beauty. So.. its about when IKYWT is ending and Lindsay taps me on the shoulder and goes “OH MY GOD I THINK SOMEONE FROM TN IS COMING OUR WAY.” and sure enough it was Steph.. she comes to our isle.. walks past the other girls I’m with and stops right at me (I’m in the middle of the row) and goes “Im here for you, Liz. Taylor asked me to personally come and find you tonight because she really wants to meet you after the show in Loft 89. Do you think yo’d be able to come?” AND I START SOBBING. “OF COURSE OF COURSE I WANT TO COME.” and so she gives me the wristband and paper and I hugged her SO tight and kept thanking her and she goes “Don’t thank me, thank Taylor, this is all her!” She then gives wristbands to Lindsay and the girls also because I explained that she gave me a ticket and I want them to come with me! I look up and see Taylor just talking to the crowd and I start sobbing again because I finally realize that I am meeting my hero. After the show ends we all met up, went over the rules in LOFT and then proceeded to go down the stairs of the deep arena, into where it was. I saw the door way and was just beyond excited. like.. I had been imagining this moment for 8 years and IT WAS FINALLY HAPPENING.

Once inside Loft 89 I immediately screamed “OH MY GOD THE PIZZA!” And ran right for it and went ham. It was SO GOOD. I took a polaroid with the pizza, the inside of Loft, Taylor’s carpet inside and well.. the one with tay. My phone died shortly after finding out so I let all you guys know and then realized “oh crap.. HOW am I going to get my photo with her!?” Thankfully I brought my own personal Polaroid camera to take photos on throughout the day (like with the busses and stuff) The inside of Loft 89 is SO SMALL but its insanely cozy. There were only about 15 of is in there so it wasn’t super crowded or anything. It literally felt like I dream. Tay also had a really dope playlist going, which included Haim, Flo Rida, Echosmith, Lorde, 5H and more! I tried to take in as much as I could haha.

Then.. Taylor walks in.. and my heart pretty much stopped. Her thick, stock heels made her this gloriously tall goddess of good smells and amazing hair. (P.S TAY. I KNOW EVERYONE ASKS THIS BUT WHAT WERE YOU WEARING? YOU SMELT AMAZING.) She talked to 3 other groups before she came over to me.. and then I look over and All I see her do is walk over to me and go “HEY BUDDY!!!!” And wrap her amazingly long and strong arms around me as I tippy-toe up for out hug. It really was the best hug I’ve ever received. “ITS MY LOBSTER!” she says as I say it back to her as well. “So.. I kind of saw your post and I just had to meet you. We’ve been talking online for so long I felt it was about time! Also your shirt is amazing!! where did you get it?” Me: “Taylor I kid you not, it was a solid 2 day search on eBay for ANYTHING that was even kind of lobster related” she’s dying of laughter and goes “SEE thats the problem. No one else really appreciates Lobsters or lobster patterned things like we do. They just don’t get it.” we then proceeded to quote scenes from “The One With The Prom Video” (the friends episode where the whole Lobster thing came about) back and forth to each other and it was INSANE. We were laughing and doing Phoebe Buffays crazy voices and It honestly felt like I was talking to one of my long time friends. She then signs my blown up polaroid (and when she drew the lobster for me I felt the tears brewing.) I LOVE IT AND CANT WAIT TO FRAME IT!! We then got into talking about some of my own personal fears (that I’m not going to go to in detail about because somethings I do want to keep to myself) but it was about how Im very nervous to go into my twenties, and Taylor basically said that

(you) can’t go into your twenties having a predetermined idea of what is or isn’t going to come out of them. You could have the best year of your life be 20, you just don’t know like.. oh perfect example!! I thought 2013 was going to be my best year because, you know, with the whole 13 thing, and then it just turned into the worst year of my life and having people just message “DIE SLUT.” to me every time I was online… but then you have years like 24 where its your best year you’ve ever lived and it makes up for everything. In your twenties you’ll look back on it and probably have a favourite year. Thats something to look forward too. But for now, just don’t be afraid of whats ahead, because living your life being afraid isn’t healthy and you deserve the best, liz.”

(It took everything in me not to sob. She is such an angel and I will hold those words with me forever.)

We also discussed 90′s television and my best friend homoheroine and how having abby in my life because of her and her music is something I will forever be grateful for. She loved hearing that. Then we took our photo and I asked if it was okay if it was on a polaroid because my phone died and she says “YEAH Thats so perfect” and she goes “okay we totally have to do Lobster claws” “LOBSTER CLAWWWWS!!!!! *photo takes* Oh.. thats so awkward people are staring.. its okay guys!! its just an inside joke.. we’re lobsters hahaha” and then I go “well I guess in 30 minutes we’ll find out if it happened LOL” Taylor then hugged me and moved on to talking to Lindsay and the other girls and everyone else in LOFT 89. As she gave me her final hug, she said she loved meeting me and hoped we’d see each other again soon.

The most insane 10 minutes of my life. EVER.

Taylor. I am so beyond words for how much that night and getting to say everything I’ve ever wanted to say to you, meant to me. I love you so much its unreal. Im sure my 11 year old self would want me to say “Thank you for showing me its cool to love Tim McGraw” because she got picked on A LOT for loving country music, and you helped her realize its okay to love what you love and you shouldn’t let anyone interfere with that. Thank you. Thank you. THANK YOU. I’ll see you online, and in OCTOBER FOR 1989 TORONTO!!

Love always,

Liz. (Your Lobster.)

Something More Than Love - Pt. 4 (SSC/Rosvolio)

“Now that the coup has been dealt with, we can focus on rebuilding our city.”  The Prince’s low tenor drew Benvolio from sleep.  The Montague pulled in a slow breath, grateful that the twinge of pain at his side had dulled during his respite.  When he finally opened his eyes, it took little time to determine that he’d gotten several hours rest judging by the position of the sun through the window.  Escalus still rested on the bed at the far side of the room, though he’d moved to sit up against the wall.  Isabella, Rosaline and Mateo stood near him, and Benvolio found himself unable to tear his gaze from the woman who had come to mean so much to him.  

As if she could feel his stare, Rosaline turned to him and smiled tenderly when she registered that he was awake.  With a respectful nod to Isabella, she excused herself.  “Are you in pain?” she asked softly, worry bleeding into her expression and hands fluttering out to support him as he eased himself up to sitting.  As soon as there was space, she sat beside him and searched his person with a watchful eye.

“It is manageable, milady.  Have you had opportunity to rest?”

“I have rested enough; I am not the one who fought with Paris…I am not the one who came back wounded.”  Her voice was soft, and Benvolio ached to draw her into his arms.  Even sitting beside him, Rosaline kept a respectful distance between them; he could not deny that it stung, that it may as well have been a canyon between them.  From the moment they stopped trying to hate one another, physical contact had become something natural.  Now, he felt its loss rather acutely.  

“How is Livia?” Rosaline’s face fell, and guilt crashed over him.  Villain or no, this man had clearly won Livia’s heart; Benvolio was familiar with the pain of loving despite the pain they caused.  “Where is she now? I would like to speak with her, if it be possible.”

Rosaline narrowed her eyes at him in confusion, but it did not take long for her to read his intention.  “Surely you know that this is not your fault, Montague?”

“Is it not?  Was it not my blade that ended his life?” Nevermind that he’d tried to give the man a chance to surrender…

“In defense of your own!” Benvolio sighed lightly and eased himself to his feet.  Rosaline did not move, and when he glanced at her, frustration and worry flashed in her rich brown eyes.  There was the fire he missed.  “Where on earth are you going?”

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Yandere Genji and Sensory Deprived S/O Part 2

Part 2


How long have you been here in this darkness with only his caress? You don’t remember it blurs together, his gentle touch is all you have, his words of love all you hear, he is your world and it frightens you. All the fighting has been in vain, he will leave you in your darkness if you fight, you don’t want him to leave not anymore.

Deep inside you know that’s what he wanted, for you to depend on him, for you to love him, but it’s so hard. He’s all you have now the darkness alone frightens you.

He has been taking care of you a man of his word, but no words, no caress. You are going mad, you know this. You want him with you. “Please don’t leave me alone” words barely a whisper, you don’t know if he’s there, begging him to come back to you the darkness is too much.

Tears start to arise, a dampness near your eyes you forgot you had eyes. “Please I need you come back” a sob is heard is that you, the you in your mind says. “Have we change that much,” but the voice disappears as soon as it came. It didn’t matter anymore that he won, you just couldn’t be alone in the dark anymore.

A gentle caress is felt, the sobbing stops, you lean into it. “Please don’t leave me again.” The warmth of his caress calms your heart, his touch eases you, a click is heard. “I have left you alone long enough my Song Bird.”

His voice how you wanted to hear his voice, it was your beacon your light. There is a shift on where you lie, his body close to yours. This is different, this is new, you are wrapped in his embrace. His body pressed against yours he is caressing you.

“I want to be close to you now my love. His voice full of longing, you lean into him. “Please can you touch me.” The words come out of your mouth, before you can stop yourself, you are far to gone now.

“My love my light my soul how I’ve waited to hear those words come from your mouth. My Song Bird will you sing for me.” His touch traveling lower on your body, his fingers finding your nub and gently moving.

Panting you hear yourself panting, he sighs in contentment, his patience finally bearing fruit. Gentle lips find yours, “I love you I love you so much my Love, you do not know what you do to me.” His speed picking up, your hips moving with his pace.

A finger enters you, it elicits a moan, he groans as he explores. “I wish you can see how wet you are for me Songbird your dripping and sucking me in.” He twirls finger adding, a second one a scissoring motion.

Moaning till he adds a third, you are bucking into his hand wanting more of his touch, he’s searching for it, he keeps searching till you finally you cry out. He has found it he smiles. Caressing the spot lovingly, the want to hear your voice begging for him, he wants you to sing for him.

“My love I adore your voice I live for your voice please give me more of it give me everything of what you are my Song Bird.” His voice close, you shiver “You look so beautiful like this.” He whispers he can sense your close he is slowing down, “Please don’t stop please I need you!” You cry out “Please don’t leave me alone.”

“Tell me you love me.” Is what you hear, “Tell me you need me and only me tell me I’m your world you’re everything give yourself to me and I promise I will show you all of my love.”

“I want you! I love you! I am yours!” You cry out, he groans you feel his fingers leave you, you whine till you feel him shift something else is prodding you, you feel tip is touching you, you line yourself up for him.

“Good girl” is all he says, he’s slowly entering you. You moan he’s stretching you a part till finally he is fully inside, “You feel so good around me you’re so beautiful my Love.” He groans out his pace starts out slow wanting you to adjust to him.

Words of praise coming from him, you feel warmth in your heart. He’s touching your chest, a gentle flick to your nipple, then you feel a wet warmth, he suckling you.

Your moans are reverberating off the walls, he quickens his pace, fingers circle your clit. You are so close he can feel it, “My love let’s finish together,” he moans his hips slam to yours, one last time you are seeing the stars for the first time in the darkness.

A warmth fills you, you feel it coat your insides, your moans mixing with his. A kiss his tongue exploring you, you return it.

You both lay there, his arms around you, his caress. You sigh in contentment, “I love you,” comes out from your mouth now easily, feel his arms tighten around you. “My Love I have waited a long time for you to say that.”

You feel his hands on the back if your head, the knots loosening. It’s to bright everything was to bright, eventually you were able to adapt.

His red eyes looking at you lovingly, he has scars on his face, his body has metal melded to it, but he’s rather handsome you think, his smile falters a bit, he looks downtrodden all of a sudden.

“Your really handsome when you smile.” You say, his eyes perk up and he leans his face close to yours and kisses you hard he then laughs it sounds so free like a bird who has just spread their wings.

“My songbird I love you thank you for accepting me.” His word full of love, “I promise I will always cherish you koibito.”

The bindings over your arms gone you wrap yourself around him, “I’ll always love you to.” You say as the gilded cage closed around your heart.

He is your world you’re everything now.

Jimin Scenario: Turn on the Light.

Request:  I was wondering if you could do an Angst scenario where Jimin or Hoseok noticed you have been self harming yourself recently?

Genre: Angst / Romance

Warnings: Referenced self-harm, mentions of blood and depression.

You stared at Jimin lost in your thoughts, your eyes following the hypnotizing movement of his lips while he talked about something you weren’t hearing anymore, his eyes were on the TV screen, focusing in a show that you were supposed to watch together but that now only he was watching. You tugged down your sleeves out of instinct even if they were already longer than needed.

You’d chosen to wear that big sweater on purpose, and while Jimin said you looked cute and lovely with it arriving at the middle of your hands, deep down you knew that had a reason to be.

Jimin laughed softly, a melodic sound that you learned to love. You had been wondering why him out of all people? Why was so important to hide from him what you’d been doing when it was Jimin one of the few things if not the only one keeping your head above the water? And upon seeing him laugh, you understood. You cherished him way too much. Your boyfriend had a smile that shouldn’t be tainted with anything and you felt like coming out on him about the inner turmoil you were experiencing was going to do exactly that. You were in the horns of a dilemma and the more you thought about it, the more it hurt.

-Are you alright Y/N? – Jimin suddenly asked and you snapped out of your thoughts, his eyes were now scanning you curiously, noticing how you seemed to be far away and how your eyes were slightly glazed now.

You nodded, not trusting your voice and Jimin simply opened his arms for you. Moving on the couch you tucked your body against his side, resting your head on his shoulder. Jimin placed a kiss on top of your head and you held back the tears that were threatening to fall from your eyes. You didn’t want to worry him, to be another one of those things that would drain him and steal that serene happiness from him so you kept quiet about everything, about the aching in your heart, about the increasing void in the middle of your chest and about the light but not quite faded stinging on your wrists.

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Loved Me Back To Life 4

Mothers Day comes and the boys cook an amazing meal before they go back and finish filming the current season. But while the boys are away Jaclyn gets sick and the reader tries everything in her power to help her baby girl feel better. 

Jensen Ackles and Reader, The Padalecki’s, The Collin’s

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No ill will or offense to the Ackles and their beautiful families! This is pure fiction!

Originally posted by bringmesomepie56

              We were in the hospital for three days, making sure we were happy and healthy. When we were finally released from the hospital, I was happy to go home and sleep in my own bed. Jaclyn was amazing and I could see both of us in her. We pulled in the driveway, and let out a sigh happy to be home and relax. I grabbed the car seat and bag, she was still out like a light, just like her daddy. After I had put her in the bassinet I walked over to the bed and just fell face first into the blanket.

              I heard chuckling and knew it was husband, I then felt the bed dip and a warm hand run through my hair. I rolled over and gave him a playful scowl, “Why Mr. Ackles! Are you really laughing at your wife who just brought that cute little person into the world?” I mock gasped then grabbed a pillow hitting in the side of his face. “Your gonna regret that sweetheart!” “Ok Dean!”

              He rolled me to my side then pulling me to him, in his arms. We just laid there relishing in the peace and quiet. “Why don’t you get some rest and when you wake up we’ll make dinner” “Sounds good babe.” I fell asleep laying in Jays arms, he always knew how to make you feel safe.

              The next time I had woken up it was 8:30 at night, I immediately felt bad for sleeping for so long. I stretched and headed down stairs, I could hear singing and automatically knew it was Jen singing. I walked into the living room to see a sight that filled my heart with more happiness I had ever known. He was sitting on the couch, gently rocking her and singing to her. She watched him with such amazement, such fascination. I just walked in and sat down next to them, she started fussing again and I knew she was hungry.

              I took her into my arms, and started feeding her. Jen just pulled me back and just watched at this amazing miracle brought to him. Once she was fed and burped, I just held her until she passed out. “What’s for dinner babe?” “I was thinking Chinese” “I love you” He just chuckled and called our order in. I put her in her bassinet and just watched this beautiful little human.

              A month down the road was Mother’s Day, so Jared, Jensen and Misha were going to cook for us. We were a little terrified at their kitchen skills but felt blessed to have such amazing men by our sides. I looked around the Padalecki’s living room, watching the kids play on the floor while Gen held Odette and Jaclyn in my arms. When she started fussing I knew she was hungry, so Gen offered the guest room for some privacy.

              Anytime I could do this with her, made me feel closer to her every time. She looked so much like her daddy, her sparkling green eyes and blonde hair made me see so much in her already. Once she was happy and full, I went back out to smell the most awesome smell. Gen had already put down Odette so I put Jaclyn in next to her and it was so cute how they snuggled closely. “I think they’re friends already” Gen just smiled wiping away the tears that I was shedding as well.

              “Dinner’s ready!” I felt a pair of hands grab me and pull me back. “Honey why are you crying?” “Look at them Jay, I am so blessed for all of this” I sniffled and continued “Thank you for all of this, for being an amazing husband, and an amazing father and just all and all amazing” He put his chin on my shoulder and kissed my cheek. “I should be thanking you for coming that day, if you hadn’t come for your last video this wouldn’t have happened”

              He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the dinner table, it was a feast. There were grilled steaks and chicken, corn on the cob, mashed potatoes, fresh made ice tea and a pecan and peach pie for desert. We all sat down, Jen said the prayer then we all dug in. The meal was amazing, and the stories along with the laughter made the day better. When we finally got home that night, I was one happy mama. I was full, happy and tired. The boys had a few more days of filming left, but the boys felt bad for leaving so quickly. “Jay it’s ok, just come back home, that’s all I ask” “I will always come back home to you”

              He put JR down and sang to her just like every night, once she was out he came back down hugging me and kissing me. Just then his phone went off letting him know that Jared and Misha were there. “I love you baby” I grabbed his cheeks pulling him down for a deep kiss “I love you more”. He kissed me once more then headed out. I checked on Jaclyn once more before going to the master bathroom to get a bath. I walked in to see a basket with oils, salts, lotions, and body wash.

              I called my amazing husband thanking him with tears in my eyes. He just reminded me that I deserved it and that he would text me when he got to Vancouver. I started the bath water and decided to use the rose bath salts tonight. Once I settled in the water it was a cocoon of relaxation and comfort, I stayed in until my skin started to prune. I put on one of Jay’s flannels and a pair of panties, conking out when my head hit the pillow.

              When I woke up, it was about seven, so I went to check on Jaclyn. She was still sleeping away, so I went downstairs to get breakfast started. I checked my phone and was happy to see a picture from Misha of Jensen and Jared asleep on set. I just chuckled and shook my head, I started the coffee and turned on the radio. It was then Jaclyn started crying, I went up and picked her up, noticing she was warm. I called Gen panicking a little bit, she calmed me down and said that she would bring over some Tylenol to help with the fever.

              I had a bassinette that sat on the couch, so I laid her in there and grabbed a cool washcloth to help cool her down. Between sleeping and crying, Gen had brought over some things to help me out. I thanked her immensely, and she said she was happy to do it. It was eight at night when she started crying again, so I took off the flannel then took off her onesie. I laid her on my chest then pulled the flannel over her, blanketing her in her daddy’s smell.

              She fell asleep like that, and I was more than happy to lay there and watch her be calm and relaxed. I took a picture and text it to Jen, I kept him updated throughout the day on she was feeling. Of course, he felt guilty for not being there to help but I just nixed it before it got too bad. It had been about two days with no sleep but her fever was almost gone and that was all worth it.

              I was sitting on the floor with Jaclyn between my knees, I was playing peek-a-boo and tickling her tummy. I was so in the moment I didn’t hear the front door open and close, I didn’t hear the footsteps coming my way. “How are my girls?” I jumped a little bit, and saw Jay standing there with a smile. “What are you doing back so soon? Not that I mind” “We pushed through it so we could get home, the guys wanted me to get home” I just smiled with tears in my eyes “I’ll have to thank them later”

              “Right now, you’re going to get a shower and get some sleep ok?” I nodded and just hugged him to me. I went upstairs and took a near scalding shower, letting the hot water relax my muscles and wash away the odors. I was happy and relaxed, I put on a pair of sweatpants and one of Jay’s t-shirt’s. I fell asleep snuggled into a ball falling asleep quickly, happy to know that my husband was home for the summer.