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Petname Babygirl II pt.1

yoongi x reader

genre: smut, dom!yoongi, sugardaddy!yoongi

word count: 7.3k


Sleeping with some random guy was one thing. But realizing that he is your boss was a disaster until he offers you something tempting you cannot reject.

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

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Take my breath away (a fluffy one shot)

(Bucky x Reader) (Steve x Reader)

We all know the ‘bring a fake date to the reunion’ trope, I’ve tried to use that one but do it a little differently. I hope you guys like it! 

This is a Steve and Bucky AU fic.

Story: You’ve had a huge crush on Bucky all through college but nothing ever happened between you two. You are determined to change this when you see him again at the reunion 15 years later, but another man shows up to disturb those plans.

Word count: 4110

No warning. This is mostly fluff and feels, a lot of kissing and soft touches but nothing beyond that.

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t fucking cry.

You could do this, it was just one stupid night, one stupid reunion and then you’d never have to see him again. You could go back to forgetting all about his existence and get back to your life.

Your life as a hopeless, desperate, single woman in her thirties who hadn’t been on a date for as long as she could remember. Back to table-for-one restaurant visits and girls nights out where you were the only single girl in the group.
Back to your empty apartment with no one waiting for you except your cat Noodles who didn’t really care when you dragged your ass home as long as she got fed.


You shouldn’t have come here tonight. You knew this reunion was a horrible idea, you hated these people back then and you hated them just as much now.

Well, not all of them.

Not James, you could never hate James. James Bucky Barnes had been the only one who made your college years somewhat bearable, not that he was ever aware of that fact.

You’d had a crush on him all through college and you never had the guts to tell him. He didn’t even know you existed.

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sobriquet [ jungkook ]

noun : a descriptive name or epithet; a nickname

he’s declared himself your honey bunny chunkie wunkie and who are you to deny him?

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader
genre: fluff, comedy
type: college au
word count: 3,075 words
warnings: none
author’s note: i actually wrote half of this while completely drunk and had no recollection of it, but rochelle @gukstudio filled me in, so she’s the real mvp and here’s my take on #rochkook ♡ — based on very recent, very true events that consisted of too much liquid courage, one and a half frat parties, the boys next door, rosebushes, grilled cheese, and a whole lot of pizza rolls.


Eighteen years of living and at the cusp of youth, with one foot prematurely stepping over the line to the adulthood, you bask in the moment, abandoning all thoughts of midterm exams and looming due dates and instead, choose to dance wildly around in the crowded room with Yuna and Lisa. The harsh glow of the strobe lights cast weird shadows over everyone as the blaring music shakes the fraternity house to its core. With too many people spilling out onto the pavement, several boys now stand at the doorway, blocking the entrance and allowing only females to enter. Typical.

A game of beer pong has been haphazardly set up on the cramped kitchen counter, and you can see Jennie over there, tossing back her third cup, as several of the guys whistle at her. Still not feeling the effects of alcohol, she looks over and winks at you, a sly look on her face contrasting the confused one on yours, before a familiar pair of arms loops their way around your waist, and you suddenly understand.

You almost stumble as the person clinging to you sways forward, nearly taking you down with him. You quickly steady yourself before whirling around to meet the large, brown, doe eyed, but also glassy eyed, gaze of your boyfriend. Even drunk, with his dark hair messily swept around and a lazy smile quirking on the corners of his pink lips, he looks beautiful with a white shirt barely clinging onto his shoulders and exposing his collarbones while his ripped jeans accent his legs very nicely if you do say so yourself.

“Hello, my schnookums pumpkin bunny boo,” Jungkook manages to slur out, planting a rather sloppy kiss on your cheek with a loud smack.

Ah, yes. And the cringe worthy pet names have started to make its appearance, and you know exactly what that means.

Time to take your clearly very intoxicated boyfriend back to his place.

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Rock-Paper-Scissors

A/N: This is my submission for @katymacsupernatural ‘s Gif Challenge! Yay

Pairings: Dean x reader!sister, Sam x reader!sister

Word Count: 681

Reader Age: Younger than both boys, I imagine

Dean groaned loudly as you trudged through the door of the motel room. It had been a constant, near 24 hour, loop of driving and interviewing and the three of you were beyond exhausted and beyond annoyed with each other. The case you and your brothers were working involved a suspected haunting of a high school, so there had been many ‘witnesses’ at the scene. Barely being able to keep your eyes open, you dropped your duffel by the table, slipped your blazer off, and flopped onto the first bed in sight.

“This is the most comfortable, uncomfortable bed ever,” you mumbled into the blanket, taking your gun out of the waistband of your slacks and tossing it onto the other bed. A heavy thud landed directly to your left and you lifted your head to see your mess of a brother, still in his FBI suit.

“Scoot, shorty!” Dean shouted as he attempted to shove you off the side of the bed. You protested and shoved back at him with no luck.

“Why can’t you and Sammy share a bed for once?” you whined and grabbed a pillow, smacking Dean weakly with it. He yanked it out of your grip and whacked you back before shoving it under his head and closing his eyes.

“This is so unfair,” you snapped and sat up, crossing your arms over your chest. You turned towards Sam and pleaded, “Sam, I don’t think I’ve ever had a bed to myself in my entire life, I just want a good night’s sleep, there’s not even a couch for me in here!”

You knew you sounded childish, but you also knew that it would probably work. Sam sighed and nodded. He shook Dean’s legs to wake him up and received a  solid kick to the abdomen.

“Dude!” Sam exclaimed, putting a hand to his stomach. “She’s right, just let her sleep,” he told Dean and sat on the other bed to untie his shoes. When Dean said nothing in return, you maneuvered to stand, giving Dean another shove.

“I’m gunna get ready for bed. I want a bed, Dean!” you yelled and threw your shoe at him, hitting him in the leg. He murmured something incoherent while you closed the door to the bathroom behind you. When you went to brush your teeth, you were greeted by the toothpaste caked almost entirely around the tube and its cap.

“Ew Dean! Come on! Again? Would you quit doing this?” You stormed out of the bathroom, waving the tube around.

Dean, still face-first into the bed, mumbled, “Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, sis.”

You huffed and unnecessarily slammed the bathroom door shut. Annoyed, you wiped the toothpaste off with a grimace. You heard Sam talking to Dean but couldn’t make out what he said. A few minutes later you reentered the room to see your brothers, both still in their suit-tops, facing each other in a stance you knew all too well.

“Loser gets the floor,” Dean said quickly as he got into rock-paper-scissors formation. Sam squinted his eyes and tilted his head slightly. You watched as Dean played scissors and Sam, rock. Dean swore under his breath and turned away, irritated.

“Night, sucker,” you snickered and dove into your now empty bed, yanking the blankets over your shoulders.

“I hate you both,” Dean muttered, giving Sam a push and you a glare. After a bit more bickering, they both changed into t-shirts. Dean grabbed a pillow and the top blanket off each bed, folding one in half to lie on and covering himself with the other.

“Love ya, De,” you called out, feeling slightly guilty for making your brother sleep on the floor, but not guilty enough to give up your bed.

“Whatever,” he grunted, turning over on his side. You were nearly asleep when your gassy brother let one loose.

“Aww c’mon Dean!” Sam cried out and you buried your face into your pillow, avoiding whatever smells were lingering in the air. Dean chuckled and you heard Sam throw something at him. “You’re frickin’ disgusting!”

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Pictures of Love (Peter Parker)

Originally posted by tomhollandhollaatme

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: None

Summary: Peter and Y/N have been friends since they were children and as kids, used to childishly flirt with one another all the time until one day, Peter stopped and so did Y/n. Y/N doesn’t realize it until one day looking through old home movies with Aunt May.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: This is just a fluffy little fic I thought up. I hope you like it!

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“Aw, May! I can’t believe you found these!” You cried as you held the old VHS tapes in your hands, each one labeled with a different point in Peter’s life, some titles including your own name. “We have to watch some of these.”

“I was thinking since you’re staying over, you, Peter and I could watch the ones you’re in. You know, reminisce​ in the old days.”

“May, I would love that." You replied, running your finger along the edge on the tapes, bringing back memories of Peter’s aunt and uncle running around with the camera following you two. "Peter! Hurry up, you slow poke!”

“Okay, okay! I’m coming! Jeez, Y/n, you can’t rush perfection.” Peter stated, waltzing into the room with a bowl of popcorn in hand.

He set the bowl down in front of you and May, who quickly took pieces of the snack as if they’d waited an eternity to eat.

“So much for perfection,” You said. “it’s a little too salty.”

May laughed. “Agreed. Now, Y/n, would you like to do the honors and pick out a video?”

“Gladly!” You chirped, leaning forward and finding a tape that caught your eye when you looked through them earlier.

You picked out the tape marked “Peter and Y/n at the park, age 4” and rose from your seat to put the tape into the player before sitting back down, leaning into Peter, who wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close.

“Mr. Ben!” Your little voice rang from the tv speakers as your childish grin appeared on the screen. “Watch me do a sumsault!”

Ben’s laughter erupted from the speaker as he focused the camera to show your whole body. “It’s called a somersault, honey. But, I’m watching you, okay?”

“Okay!” You cried before you got down in the grass and did a somersault. “Mr. Ben, where’s Peter?”

The camera changed focus from you to the surrounding areas, in search of little Peter. It finally found him sitting in a patch of grass surrounded by flowers as he picked a bright purple one.

Peter rose from his spot on the ground, the flower in his little grip as he carefully walked around the other flowers and towards you.

The camera then followed Peter on his walk from the patch he sat in to you while you sat in the grass, watching him approach you.

Peter threw his arm before him, pushing the flower into your face.

“Pretty!” you said cheerfully as Peter waddled uncomfortably.

“It’s for you!” Little Peter cried, pushing the flower into your face further.

You plucked the flower from his hand and gave him a confused look as he giggled.

“I’ll get you more!” He shouted before running off as you looked into the camera before the picture cut out.

“Aw!” May squealed. “You two were so cute!”

“I’m pretty sure Y/n was cuter.” Peter stated, smiling over at you.

You rolled your eyes playfully as you released yourself from his hold and changed the tape. Your heart swelled as your mind replayed Peter’s compliment and his gift giving in the video.

You had always has a crush on Peter, even back then when you didn’t really know what a crush was, or how one would show that they had one.

And Peter, well, Peter had a crush on you too. He always had. Even when you hesitated to accept his flowers or the compliments he’d throw your way. Even as children, he was head over heels for his best friend.

“I was such a dork. I know I was literally four, but man, I was a little weirdo.”

You had to admit, Peter with his little flowers was the cutest thing you’d seen in a long time. You thought it was sweet that he had tried to impress your little self with plants.

It was undeniable, from the very start, it seemed as though you and Peter were made for one another.

But, it seemed like all a cruel joke to you since Peter always seemed to be thinking about your friend, Liz. Always a boy with his head in the clouds as he talked to Ned about the girl he thought was beautiful.

“Peter!” You little voice called out for your best friend.

“What, bug?! I’m standing right next to you!”

You and Peter were about six years old, in costumes of your favorite super heroes. You, being Captain America and Peter being Iron Man.

You laughed as you watched the two of you on the tv screen before you glanced over at Peter, who’s arm was up around your shoulders again as he chuckled at the sight of you two.

“Peter, why do you call Y/n bug?” May’ s voice came through the speakers, dripping of kindness as sweet as honey while Ben focused the camera on Peter.

“Be-because Y/n l-likes lady bugs and she likes pretty flowers and s-she is my best friend! A-and she’s pretty like lady bugs and you, Aunt May!” Peter stammered as he spit out the thought out explanation, like it was a secret he didn’t want to tell.

It was then that you made a small squeaking sound and threw your arm’s around Peter’s neck, catching the little boy off guard.

“Thank you, Peter!” You cried out shaking the boy as you hugged him and placed a kiss on his cheek with a quiet smack.

Peter let out an audible gasp before pushing you away from him.

“Bug! That’s gross! You have cooties!” Peter cried out, wiping off the wet spot on his face as May scolded him for being rude.

That’s when the screen went out before it showed you and Peter tucked in Peter’s bed, holding one another as you slept soundly with light snores echoing the room. The screen went black once again.

You looked over at Aunt May, who had fallen asleep on the edge of the couch as you gazed up at Peter, your arm draped over his waist and his arm around yours. You didn’t hesitate as you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

Peter tensed as he froze for a moment. His cheeks heated up as he bit back a smile before looking at you.

“I would yell that you have cooties, but I’ll refrain from doing so.” He whispered into your ear.

The close proximity of Peter’s warm breath on your cold neck and his words set your skin on fire as you playfully pushed him in an attempt to ease the tension you felt.

“Just go put another tape in.” You muttered.

“As you wish.” Peter replied before he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek and got up from next to you.

Peter, in all the time you’d been friends, had never kissed you on the cheek. Nor, had he ever crossed the line between platonic action and romantic difference.

It was an odd and new sensation you felt giddy about.

Yes, you had been kissed on the cheek by other boys, but it hadn’t felt the same as Peter’s kiss had. It was different, new and it made you feel as though you were on cloud nine.

Peter plopped down on the seat next to you as you changed position and laid your legs on him as you leaned back on the arm of the chair. Peter ran his fingers along the lining of your pajama pants as the screen came to life.

“Here, bug!” Little Peter cried, holding a ring pop out to your six year old self.

“A ring pop?! Thank you, Peter!”

You took the ring pop from him and placed it on your ring finger, admiring the blue candy jewel that sat on yellow plastic.

“We’re married now!” Peter hollered before looking at the camera. “That was an epic wedding, right, Uncle Ben?”

“The most epic, Peter.” Ben chuckled. “But Y/n is supposed to know when you’re going to be married. You have to ask if she wants to be.”

Peter then turned to you and smiled before speaking up. “Bug, do you wanna be married to me?”

You titled your head in confusion as you tugged at your “Save Ferris” t shirt.

“What does that mean, Peter?”

“What does what mean? Married?”

“Yeah!”

Peter looked at the camera, or the man behind the camera in an unsure manner before he let his eyes gaze back at you.

“Well, i-it it means th-that we share out candy and then w-we hold hands when it’s c-cold!”

“Then, I wanna be married!” You announced before you threw your arms around him and hugged him tight.

The camera went out before it unleashed a picture of you and Peter in your playhouse.

“What are you guys doing?” It was May behind the camera now as she bent down and watched you two play.

“We’re playing house!” You announced, your ring pop no longer had a jewel on it, but a bit of a slobbering mess.

“Uh huh!” Peter agreed. “Bug is the mommy and I’m the daddy.”

“And these are our babies.” You held up two of your dolls. “Nikin and Luke!”

“It’s Anakin, bug.” Peter corrected. “I named them, Aunt May.”

“Yeah, Ms. May, Peter named them after the guys in Star Wars.”

“It was better than the names bug wanted.” Peter added.

“What did you want to name them, sweetie?” May asked you.

“Ferris and Ducky! Like those people in the movies my mom and I watch.” You explained. “But, I let Peter name the babies cause I like him. But it’s a secret Ms. May, so shh.”

You pressed a finger to your lips as you shushed May.

“I can hear you, bug.” Peter said, not looking up from the play kitchen.

“No you can’t!” You snapped. “Cause I didn’t say anything!”

Then the screen went out and the tape was over.

You took a glance at the clock and then at Peter before you rose from your seat.

“We should probably go to bed. It’s late.” You stated as you turned on your heel and started to walk to Peter’s room.

“I’ll meet you in the room. I’ve got to get Aunt May to bed.”

You signed as you closed the door behind you and leaned up against it. Your mind was going crazy with all the memories of you and Peter and all the feelings you’ve felt for him being recorded in home videos.

It wasn’t until now that you realized Peter has feelings for you when you were kids, but there was no way he liked you now. Every time Peter’s eyes started to wander the lunch room, they weren’t looking for you, they were looking at your friend, Liz.

You took a seat on the bed as Peter walked in, his camera in hand.

“What’s with the camera?” You asked.

“I thought we could add some new memories to the home movies.”

“So you want to video tape me going to bed?” You asked, the camera capturing the confused look on your face.

“No, there was something else I wanted to tape.” Peter said. “Do you want to go out with me?”

“What? Are you messing with me?”

“Um, no? Bug, I love you. I always have. I just want you to know that and I want you to be my girlfriend because you’ve always been there for me from the start.”

“Oh, Peter. Of course I’ll go out with you.” You stated as Peter turned the camera tho face him.

You got up and stood before him as he positioned the camera to face the two of you. You looked into the lens. “You probably don’t want to see this.” You said before covering the lens with your hand and kissing Peter with as much passion as he had when he picked that people flower so long ago.

30 Day OTP Challenge Day Thirty: Doing something Hot

Note: NSFW,Vaginal fingering, hair pulling, spanking(slightly), and Loki’s possessive behavior, If you are under 18 please refrain from reading loves! Go to the Author’s note at the bottom to find out new information!

Words: 1925


You dropped your duffel bag onto the floor of your apartment as a sigh of relief coursed from your lungs. You were finally home, two weeks of hell with Tony and Steve bickering like a couple the entire time made one weak. You immediately ripped off your shoes as you walked over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. It was quiet, which means Loki isn’t home yet and that alone made you whine because you really need him. He always helped you when you were stressed to the point of exhaustion, when you were ready to break down and cry.

You drained down half the content of the bottle before gasping for breath as you wiped your lips looking around the apartment. You started to pop the button on your suit before pulling down the zipper as you sighed happily from the sweat pouring off your body. You grunted as you pulled the top of your suit down to your waist relieved to have cold air brushing your skin considering you wore only a bra underneath your suit. You were about to walk over to the couch when the doors to the elevator opened to reveal Loki who walked in before pausing as he took in your attire.

“Well good evening my darling.” He said as you waved before collapsing onto the couch when he frowned softly. “Bad mission?” He asked quirking an eyebrow. “Steve and Tony screaming at each other in a small space for over eight hours is not the highlight of my week.” You mumbled sarcastically before looking at him. “Sorry.” You whisper as he walks over to you running his fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry my love.” He spoke gently as you sighed at the tingling feeling in your scalp from the sensation of him playing with you hair. “Thank you.” You smile wearily to him.

“How about I give my wonderfully courageous darling a massage? Help take down the stress of this horrendous job.” He suggests as you look at him blushing profusely. “Y-You mean it? R-Really?” You asked as he chuckles leaning down before placing a kiss onto your shoulder gently. “Yes my darling, really.” He whispered as you nod. “Yes please, I would love that.” You mumbled sheepishly when he stood up offering out his hands. “Come, it’ll be easier on our bed.” He said as you nod taking it before allowing him to lead you back to your bedroom.

“Thank you.” You turned when he unzipped the rest of your suit before slowly sliding it off your hips as his hands trailed along with it to the newly exposed skin. You shuddered softly as he removed the material from your body before standing up with a wink. “Please get comfortable my darling. Allow me to take care of you the way a Queen should be taken care of.” He whispered as he unclips your bra causing your face to heat up due to not being naked in front of each other that often. He gestured for you to lay down as he opens one of the draws by his nightstand to reveal cherry scented massage oil.

“You have a think for cherries?” You asked, but he merely smiled not answering that questioned before you laid down onto your stomach turning your head to the side. “Hush now, and enjoy the sensation that I bring to you.” He said sitting on the bed behind you. He straddles your waist as you blush burying your face into the pillows that smell like him before you gasp in shock. A shiver rippled through your body at the coldness of the oil when his warm hands placed themselves onto your shoulders. “God that is frickin’ cold.” You whine before your breath caught in your throat when Loki’s palms dug into the knots on your back.

A moan slipped passed your trembling lips as the tension started to melt away from your body at his magical hands. “You have the hands of a God, pun intended.” You comment as he lets out a small fit of laughter. “I thank you for the compliment my darling.” He grins as his hands trail lower onto your back when your face heats up before you bit your lip. “L-Loki…” You whispered before moaning as he gently massages away another knot that had caused you the most pain. “Yes?” He asked, you could hear the smirk in his voice as you huffed wanting to snip back, but couldn’t.

“So mean.” You frown as he leans over to be in your field of vision. “Really? I’m mean to you? I’m giving you a massage right not to help you, but I’m mean?” He asked quirking an eyebrow as he starts to move away. “No! No no! Okay I’m sorry you’re not mean, please don’t stop.” You whimper as he chuckles before going back to massage your back when he leaned down kissing your shoulder. You bit your lip as he gently kissed his way down your spine when your fingers dug into the comforter underneath you causing you to whimper at the feeling. “Feeling good?” He questioned.

“Y-Yeah.” It was more of a moan than an answer at this point causing him to grin. “Do you want more?” He asked softly sitting up as he wipes his hands clean on a small towel in the drawer. “Yes.” You whispered before looking to him as his fingers danced their way over your thighs up towards your slightly soaked panties. Your breath quickened at the tingling feeling that was causing you to rub your thighs together to get friction that you desperately needed. “What was that? I don’t think I heard you properly my darling? You need to speak up.” He scolded softly to you.

Opening your mouth to resort something back because you hated when he was like this only to cry out at the small slap that was placed onto your ass. Your eyes widened, but there was a burning lust for another as you looked up to him seeing a smirk on his lips. “Naughty.” He comments as you bit your lip before whimpering when his fingers trailed down your covered folds. “Fuck.” You hissed before burying your face into the pillows to muffle your desperate sounds when Loki threw them off the bed. “I want to hear you.” He whispered in a stern tone.

To show that he meant what he said his fingers entangled into your hair before giving a gentle tug, nothing too harsh, but enough to make you moan. “Yes my king.” This isn’t the first time you’ve done the act saved only for lovers so you knew what he wanted to hear and judging by the growl from his throat you had answered right. You squeaked when you garment was ripped from your body as you looked back to him with a glare. “Really? I need those! You think they grow on trees or something?” You huff causing him to roll his eyes. “I’ll get you new ones.” He informed you.

Still, it didn’t stop you from grumbling in protest of how those were one of your favorite pairs and he was gonna find a pair just like those. Suddenly all thoughts were erased when he started to move in tight circles around your clit making you gasp out. You dug your fingers into the comforter again before arching your hips up as you jut back. “S-Stop teasing me.” You hiss out when he chuckled grabbing the massage oil. “I was only trying to draw it out, make it more pleasurable.” He comments as you forced yourself not to hide your noise into the bed.

You cried out in both pleasure and surprise when his slipped an oil covered finger inside your body. You started to pant softly as the pad of his finger rubs across your velvety walls causing you to moan. “L-Loki–” You gasped feeling heat start to form in the pit of your stomach as you rocked back against his finger before moaning when he slipped another finger inside. Your blush trailed down your chest as sweat started to bead onto your skin from the pleasure. You cried out as he started to scissor and move his fingers faster, feeling like he was hitting all the right place.

“Are you almost there? Are you going to come for your King?” He asked twisting his fingers as your back arched making you scream out in pleasure. “Yes! I’m gonna come.” You whine as your nails dug into your palms from gripping the sheet under you so hard. “Beg.” He commanded as you looked to him when he started to slow down his movements. “P-Please.” You whimpered as he looked at you. “Please what my darling? You have to tell me what you want.” He said in a teasingly calm tone as a smirk danced across his lips.

“Please let me come!” You cried out as your face grew hotter, at this point you didn’t care how desperate you sounded, you needed this. “Who do you belong to? Who brings you to this state?” He demanded picking up his pace as he twisted his fingers again causing you to sob in pleasure. “Y-You do! You do my king!” You cried as his free hand dug his fingers into your hair pulling it back again. “That’s right. No one else can satisfy you the way I can. Do you understand me? You belong to me, and me only.” He growled in your ear possessively.

With the tone of his voice and the words he spoke made your body tense from the impending orgasm that was just there. “Come for me my little pet.” He whispered darkly into your ear as your eyes snapped shut and all you could see was white. You cried out loudly when your body jolted from the intense pleasure rushing through you as you sobbed out Loki’s name. If felt like hours before you finally were able to breathe properly when you sunk down onto the bed. You grunted in disgust at the giant wet spot from your release soaking the sheets beneath you.

You shivered as Loki slowly removed his fingers when the pain started to settle in your body, but you were too boneless at the moment to care. You looked up to see Loki travel into the bathroom before coming out with a washcloth as he cleaned you up. You shuddered from the sensitiveness of your body before he set the cloth down as you smiled tiredly to him. “Are you feeling better?” He asked as his voice grew soft not like before when his fingers slowly caressed through you sweaty hair. Your eyes fluttered before you whined as he picked you up bridal style.

“What are you doing?” You asked when he removed the sheets from the bed with his magic and replaced them with new ones. “My Queen isn’t going to lay on dirty sheets.” He said before laying you back down onto the bed as he walks out grabbing a water for you. “Here, drink. You lost a lot of fluids.” He comments as your face lit up before you took the water and gulped down over half of it. He pulled back the covers before crawling beside you as you turned snuggling into his chest when he wrapped you both up. “Thank you.” You whispered softly. “No need my love. Rest.” He whispered and before you knew it your eyes fluttered closed and you fell asleep.


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Author’s Note: This was supposed to be the last day, but I feel bad that it’s smut, so not everyone can read it! People don’t want this to series to end and some have asked me to continue it, because there’s a lot that didn’t happen! If you have an idea for this series ask me! Please! I want to continue this series for you lovely muffins! You’re so supportive and I want you to see your ideas come to life! So if you have an idea throw it out there! DM or send an ask and I’ll credit you for the idea! Thank you so much loves! Have an amazing day or night :D

I Can See Them - Dick Grayson x Reader

Originally posted by hoaxvault

Requested by thequietcomic -  a Dick Grayson x reader where the reader can see spirits and refuses to acknowledge them because it’s too painful to get involved but she ends up seeing Dick’s parents and can’t decide if she should help them or just pretend they’re not there at all


The costume store was filled with people getting last minute costumes. You were glancing between the discount costumes, trying to find one for M’gann’s Halloween party that night. When she found out you didn’t have one, she sent you out with a chaperon to get one. 

“(Y/N)? Hey (Y/N), did you hear what I said?” Dick laid a hand on your shoulder, drawing you out of your thoughts. 

“What? No, I didn’t,” you replied quickly, glancing away from the ghostly figure hovering nearby. It followed an old man, looking at him sadly. “What did you say?” 

“I said you don’t have to look at the discount costumes. You don’t have to be afraid to use the credit card Batman gave you,” Dick repeated softly, keeping his voice down. You pressed your lips together, careful to keep the ghost from noticing you saw them. 

“Well, I think Batman meant it for important stuff, not for a Halloween costume,” you reasoned, taking a nurse’s costume off the rack. You held it up to yourself, frowning slightly. “Especially if I’m only going to wear it once.” 

“Trust me, he’s not going to care if you buy one costume,” Dick remarked, shaking his head in rejection of the nurse costume. You sighed, putting it back. 

“I don’t want to take advantage.” You swallowed hard, blinking back tears. “I don’t want to end up on the street.” 

Dick laid a hand on your shoulder. His touch electrified your skin. “You won’t ever be kicked out, (Y/N). Even if you don’t want to be on the team, you are family to us now.” 

“Thank you,” you whispered, turning away to secretly wipe away a tear. Once you were ready, you gave him a smile. “Now are you going to help me find a costume or just distract me until we miss the party all together and get murdered by M’gann?” 

“I wouldn’t want that, especially since I’m suppose to help you,” Dick chuckled, moving to look at another rack. You studied him for a moment, sensing something. However, it disappeared. Shaking your head, you turned to browse for a costume.

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Just A Nightmare

Request: Omg could you please do something Where what happened in tonight’s episode with Cas happens, but it’s the reader’s dream and she wakes up and Cas is right there and completely fine and he comforts and cuddles her?? I need this so much rn

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Word Count: a little less than 1k. I know it’s short, but I think it gets the job done.

Warnings: *SPOILERS FROM 12X23!* angst, but it gets resolved bc WE ALL NEED THIS FLUFF RIGHT NOW

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You sat on the opposite side of Mary on the bed, squeezing Kelly’s hand as she got through another contraction. It was then that you heard Sam and Dean speaking in rushed, frantic tones outside, and you looked at Mary with worry in your eyes.

“Do you mind if I—“

“Go check on them,” she nodded. “I’ll stay here.”

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Hormones

Steve Rogers X Pregnant!Reader

A/N: So, for those who didn’t see my update, I totally broke my computer and lost everything, so I need to re-type all of my fics… FML, right? I’m gunna use my mom’s computer, but it’s a piece of shit!  Thank you for being patient with me! I wrote this short, little fic to hold you over until I can retype everything! Xoxo!

Anyways, I was on YouTube, watching “Momma has a breakdown! Unseen Moments!” from KKandBabyJ’s family vlog (Karen and Khoa with their babies: Jackson and Landon) and Karen was crying from pregnancy hormones and that clip in the video gave me this idea!

Shitty Summary: Reader is 35 weeks pregnant. There are tears. Lots of tears.

 MASTERLIST

Originally posted by fraddit


“Seriously, child? Again?” You muttered at your belly, making your way to the bathroom.

This was your fourth trip to the bathroom since you had gotten back from the grocery store, a few hours prior.

The baby that was nestled within your belly was supposedly the size of a Honeydew Melon, but it felt like someone had put a fucking bowling ball in your uterus and was trying to crush your bladder. Damn you, Steve Rogers, for your Michael Phelps swimmers. You had to pee all the time! Your boobs hurt, you had stretchmarks starting to form on your body, you couldn’t see your feet anymore, and when you sneezed, you’d pee. When you laughed, you’d pee. When you’d cough… You’d fucking pee!

Where the fuck is this beautiful glow people fucking rave about?

You and Steve had just gotten married when you had found out that you were pregnant. You hadn’t realized, because you had been on birth control, but you kept getting morning sickness and were tired all the time. So, you went to your doctor, who confirmed you were pregnant. (That was when you remembered that you had missed your appointment for a birth control shot by a week, due to a mission.) You were so excited that you ran to the store, bought a Captain America baby onesie, and gave it to him as a gift.

He burst into tears when he understood what it meant.

He was so excited that he called a team meeting and blabbed to everyone. He couldn’t contain his excitement, and almost announced it without you in the room.

Now, at 35 weeks, you were miserable.

Still excited, but miserable.

Your pregnancy hormones were insane. You cried all the time. What didn’t help, was you also had effects from the super soldier serum that was running through your child’s veins. You were constantly breaking things. What sucked was that was the only effect. You were still clumsy, emotional, tired, and the baby broke one of your ribs from kicking. The only thing you got from the serum was the ability to break shit.

“Y/n, honey, the team is back!” Steve called from the other room. “The guys and I are going to watch the game in the living room!”

You washed your hands and waddled back into the communal kitchen to grab your bottled water. You leaned your hands against the counter as the baby shifted around in your belly. “Jesus, kid, get any bigger and you’ll be exploding out of me.” You grunted, taking in a sharp, painful breath as the baby’s foot grazed your rib. “Ow! Fuck.” You continued to take deep breaths, leaning forward to press your forehead against the counter.

“You okay, Y/n?” Natasha asked from the doorway to the kitchen – running to you once she saw you hunched over, rubbing a soothing hand up and down your spine.

“I’m fine.” You sighed, standing back up, “The baby just kicked me in the ribs.”

She chuckled, moving her hand so it rested on your swollen belly, “You hurry up and grow, so you can stop giving Auntie Nat a heart attack.” She looked up at you, “Want to go watch the guys fight over the game?”

“Yeah, sure, let me just bring the cookies I made earlier.” You smiled, waddling into the pantry, “The baby wants cookies. Not sure where he gets it from.” You joked, full knowing that the sugar loving came from Steve. You were more of a salt lover.

He?” Natasha gasped in astonishment, “I thought you wanted to keep it a surprise?”

Ah, shit.

“I did.” You said, sheepishly taking a bite of a cookie and setting the plate on the counter, “But I couldn’t wait. So, now it is a surprise to everybody but you, me, and my doctor.” You smiled down at your son nestled in your belly, “I can’t wait to see Steve’s reaction when the baby is born.”

She chuckled, walking over and wrapping you in her small, muscular arms, “So much for naming your child after me. Nathaniel is already taken.”

You shook your head with a laugh, “Clint already named his kid after you. You’re getting greedy.”

Picking the plate back up, you guys made your way through the kitchen – you much slower than Nat – and into the living area where the men were crowded onto the couches, already yelling over the game. You were mid-bite when, suddenly, something slammed into your leg. Fucking coffee table! Letting out a yelp, you squeezed the plate and it shattered in your hand. The pieces went crashing to the floor and Natasha’s arms were steadying you, since your balance was off.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Steve jumped off the couch, running over as the group of men paused the game and stood up in a panic.

My cookies!” You shrieked, tears pricking at your eyes. Oh, god. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

Natasha let out a breathy laugh of relief, letting go to pick up the shattered pieces of the plate.

Fuck.

You burst into tears.

“I’m sorry!” You cried, covering your face with your hands as the sobs started getting borderline hysterical. “I made those cookies for you guys, too!”

Steve wrapped his arms around you, pulling you towards the kitchen, “Don’t worry about the cookies, Doll. We can make more.” He walked you both over to the chairs in the kitchen and sat down in one, pulling you onto his lap, “Shh. It’s alright.”

You threw your arms around his waist and hid your face in his sweater as the hormonal sobs started to get worse. You couldn’t stop crying. You didn’t even know why you were crying so hard, but you felt like there were still so many things to cry about. 

It was confusing. 

Which made you cry harder.

“Hey,” He murmured, wrapping his arms around you tighter and planting a kiss on your temple, “Why are you crying like this?” You tried to answer, but your voice was muffled by his sweater. “I didn’t hear a word of what you just said, doll.”

You turned your face a little so your messy, red face was slightly visible, “There are so many things, Steve!” You wailed, feeling a headache coming on, “I broke the plate, the c-coffee table is in a bad spot, I dropped t-the cookies, I can’t see my feet, it was raining t-today, and I can’t find my favorite pajama pants… I- I- I just-” You turned your face back into his sweater as the sobs got louder and more hysterical.

That’s why you’re crying?” He chuckled, running his hand soothingly up and down your back.

“It’s not funny!” You whined against his chest, trying to wipe the steady stream of tears leaking from your eyes with your hand, “These are real issues, Steve!”

He closed his mouth, opting to press a kiss against the top of your head, instead. Then, he moved his mouth close to your ear, “I’m sorry for laughing, doll.”

“You should be.” You pouted, shifting so that your ear was against his chest to hear his heartbeat. You sniffed, wiping under your nose with your sleeve as your sobs turned to hiccups.

“I love you.” He brushed your hair away from your face, placing another kiss on your forehead.

Stop being cute, you jerk.

“I love you, too.” You sniffled, closing your eyes as the tears finally stopped, “Even if you turned me into an incubator who can’t see her own feet and cries a lot.”

He laughed, and suddenly there was a scrape of a chair being pulled up next to you.

It was Bucky. “I brought you my secret stash of cookies.” He whispered, handing you a package of Girl Scout cookies. “Don’t tell Sam.”

You felt tears prick at your eyes, again. “Oh my gosh, Girl Scout cookies!” The crying started in, once again. Fucking hormones.

“Come on, man, I just got her to stop crying!” Steve complained, rolling his head back in exasperation.

You slapped him on the shoulder, “These are happy tears, you jerk!” You turned to Bucky, grabbing his hand – the vibranium one – and smiling, “Thank you, Bucky.”

“Does this mean you are naming your kid after me?” He asked with a wink, squeezing your hand gently in comfort.

“Hey!” You hear Nat shout from the living area, “They are naming their kid after me!”

“You already have a kid named after you!” He shouted back, getting up and walking into the room to argue with her.

“We aren’t naming him after Bucky, either.” You rolled your eyes.

“Wait!” Steve gasped, leaning back to look at you in shock, “Him?”

“Shit!” You yelled, covering your face with your hands in shame, “I was going to keep it a surprise!” Cue the tears. God DAMMIT, Y/n! Stop it!

His look of astonishment turned into glee, “I’m having a son!” His blue eyes were a little misty, and his thousand dollar smile was filled with happiness.

“Yes, you’re having a son.” You said with watery eyes, and a wobbly smile after seeing the look of pure joy on his face. “I was thinking of naming him Grant.” You wiped your hot face with your sleeve, finally getting the stupid crying under control, “He could be named after his dad. Grant Rogers.”

“Hey!” You hear Bucky and Natasha shout from the living area.

You let out a laugh, and Steve pressed his lips against yours in a long – but chaste – kiss, moving a hand down to where your son was resting in your swollen belly. “I love it. I love you.”

“I love you.” You replied, laying your head back down on his chest while he caressed your belly. “And you, little Grant Rogers.”

“What about Grant Nathaniel Rogers?” Natasha yelled, a laugh in her voice.

“No!”

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Carl Grimes// Take Me Back To The Start

Originally posted by daily-walkers

Just because that’s such a cute gif of Chandler… Take a good long look. Also this is my first Carl x Reader insert because I normally pair him off with my OC, but here you go! Please enjoy!

Requested By Anon: You and Carl were best friends when you went to school together before The Turn. When the end of the world came raining down, you sought out protection with his mother Lori because much to your displeasure, your family could not be contacted. When you grow up so close to one another in a world that has no hope.. You allow your feelings to run your heart. 

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  “Hey Carl!” You cried out, laughing wildly as you kicked your legs higher and higher, causing your swing to raise further into the sky. Up. Up. Up. “Look at what I can do!” 

Carl smiled as he closed his eyes to listen to the sound of your laughter. The two of you had been best friends since Kindergarten, having grown up a block away from one another. You were never much for typical girl things- so you spent most of your time getting dirty with the child of Lori and Rick Grimes.

  “I bet I can go higher then you y/n!” He yelled victoriously, joining you on the opposite swing. Before you knew it, he was swinging back and forth in sync with you at the same height. 

Up. Up. Up. 

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Call | Hoseok (m)

Originally posted by gotjhope

Pairing: Hoseok/Reader
AU: Phone Sex Operator!Hoseok
Genre: Smut
Rating: M
Warnings: phone sex, masturbation, dirty talk
Word Count: 1.2k
A/N: I had so many problems writing this, so I’m very sorry if this is c r a p. It’s also not beta’d so that’s another thing. Either way, here’s Hoseok’s version of the PSO!AU.

Summary: Your friend tells you about an exclusive, luxury phone sex operator who goes simply by “Sir”. When you manage to get a chance to get a call with him, you get a surprise.


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Fitting In - Batfamily x Reader - Part Three

Originally posted by asyoulikeitnow

Part One     Part Two

Requested by Anon -  It’s a few years later and the reader is going on her first date and the over protective batboys + Batman meet him at the door. Maybe the boy brakes her heart or something at the end and the boys are peed

Requested by Anon -  a part 3 where she goes on date with a boy and bruce and the boys become overprotective then the boy hurts her in some way and the go full out rampage on him


It all started in your Advanced Physics class. You were sitting at your desk, going over your notes before class started. The bullying and gossiping you used to face daily died down as your classmates got used to having a Wayne in their classes. However, most of them still avoided you.

Therefore, when one of the cutest boys in class, Mark, came up to you, you didn’t expect anything. 

“Hey (Y/N),” Mark greeted. You jumped a little at the sound of his voice. Nobody really talked to you at school. “What’ya doing?”

“Oh, I…I’m just going over my notes,” you replied with a tiny smile. You wondered if he was going to ask you a question about the homework or the upcoming test. 

“That’s cool,” he said, smirking at you. You felt butterflies in your stomach. “So, do you have anything going on Saturday night?”

You studied him for a moment, trying to see what he was up to. “Oh, nothing. I’m probably going to hang out at home. Why are you asking?” Mark winked at you, sending a thrill up your spine.

“Well, if you weren’t doing anything, I was wondering if you would want to see a movie with me on Saturday?” He grinned at you, leaving you a little lightheaded. You struggled to reply, stuttering for a moment before giving him a tiny smile.

“Sure, it sounds like fun,” you answered, biting your lip to try to keep yourself together. The moment was so surreal, your heart was threatening to burst from the excitement. You thought this sort of thing only happened in movies. 

“Great,” he smoothed, winking at you again. “Can I have your number?” You nodded as he dug into his pant’s pocket to pull out his phone. When he handed it to you, your fingers touched, electrifying your skin. You took a deep breath before typing your name and cell number into the new contact. 

Handing the phone back, you found a silly smile on your face. You fought to control it as he smiled back at you. 

“I’ll give you a call then,” he added, smirking at you before walking towards his seat on the other side of the room. You nodded, mouthing yes since your voice failed you. Pinching your arm, you hoped this wasn’t a dream. 

Shaking your head, you tried to focus back on your notes only to find your mind and body buzzing. You had been asked out for your first date by one of the cutest boys in class. When the teacher finally started class, you couldn’t pay attention. You kept sneaking glances over at Mark. Mark made similar eyes at you. Nevertheless, physics was the last thing on your mind.

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Oh My, My, My - II (Bucky Barnes AU)

OH MY MY MY MASTER LIST


SUMMARY: A love story from start to finish.

WARNINGS: language

AUTHOR’S NOTE: sooooo….. this series might be longer than expected but that’s a good thing, right?
oh, and i am going to make the tag list for this story just 50 users since it does take while to tag. I currently have 32 spots left on my tag list for this series. If you want to be tagged, PLEASE let me know! .xx

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“There he is!” Natasha swooned.

A new guy had just arrived to school and Natasha could not stop drooling over him. He was apparently scouted to be in the summer Olympics for archery and rumor had it, he was pretty close to perfect.

You looked away from the blond boy to find your favorite long haired brunet walking towards you with a baseball glove in his hand. He was a senior in high school and getting ready to graduate along with Steve and their new friend Sam.

You grinned at him and he winked at you before walking past you and meeting up with his other friends.

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Ivarssons - Father!Ivar/Reader

Requested by anon - (I changed it to being ten years in the future instead of four. It just made more sense for the plot.)

You remembered it like it was yesterday; the day you brought the two, most precious people into this world. It had been painful, but not as painful as knowing your husband, Ivar, could not be there for the birth of his children.

When you began to go into labor, the midwife had informed you that you were having twins. You were not at all surprised since the seer had promised you twin sons. That and the fact that you ate almost as much as Ivar and his brothers combined, made you give a pained laugh at the midwife’s news.

You had screamed long into the night. Your sister sent word by messenger over sees to Ivar, but it would be days before he would receive it. After two or three times of thinking you and your sons would die, Eluf came out. Asmund was not far behind. You cried in such relief when the midwife told you that they were both healthy.

It was three days after that, that you knew something was wrong. While Eluf was a happy and easily comforted baby, Asmund seemed unsoothable most of the time. It was only just the day before Ivar came home that the midwife tested your second born and told you he had been born deaf.

You cried for hours, allowing no one to come into your home to speak with you. Ivar was already a cripple. Having a deaf son would ruin him. He had only just gained his confidence in leading the heathen army. Besides, as much as he liked to pretend that he did not care what people thought, you knew all of Kattegat would bring him to lash out.

You knew that Ivar would be alright without you. You had not married out of love, but out of alliance and strength, even though the two of your had formed a close bond of trust and care. So you chose to leave before he came home. He would be angry at you at first for taking his sons, but after he learned of Asmund’s deafness, maybe he would be glad. Of course, you refused to take one and leave the other, and Eluf would need your milk. So, you stole away into the night with plenty of provisions and your two newborns, crying all the while.


It was exactly ten years later that your history caught up with you. You had been happy enough. You and your sons had found a decent life in a small village. Several men had asked for your hand, assuming you were widowed. They promised your sons infinite opportunity, but you and the gods knew the truth. You already had a husband and you would not remarry out of respect for him.

So you completely caught off guard when Ivar himself stood on your doorstep. Yes, he stood. He had crutches and you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell at the sight. You were both frozen and afraid. He looked the same, but far more vulnerable in this time of great anxiety. “Ivar-” Before you could finish, he had you pinned against the wall by your throat.

“WHAT GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO STEAL YOURSELF AND MY OWN CHILDREN FROM ME?!?!?!” He screamed and you cried. You let your hands rest on his cheeks.

He let you go and sunk down to the floor with you. You both cried and he cradled your face and kissed you on your head. “I’m so sorry.” You cried. You had thought of going back to him so many times, but feared that he would never forgive you or accept your children. For both ended up being much more different than you had anticipated. “I was weak, husband.” You said but he hushed you.

“I do not care.” He said, surprising you. “I never stopped looking for you and I can only rejoice in seeing your face.” You sat that way for a moment longer.

“Mother?” A small voice broke the moment. You and Ivar both looked up to see a blue eyed, dark haired boy staring at you. Every was silent while you tried to find a way to explain. You told them about their father, but never told them where he was. With a slightly panicked look on his face, he took off running. “I’m getting Asmund!”

You knew what he meant and you jumped up. “Eluf, no!” But before Ivar could even comprehend that he had just seen one of his sons, they both appeared. The other looked nearly the same, but taller. And though they were only ten years old, this one had some muscle already. He had an axe in his hand

Before you could do anything, Asmund launched himself at Ivar. Ivar, taken off guard, defended himself. It was not hard, but he was still shocked. “Enough!” Ivar finally shouted, snatching the axe away. Asmund did not back down, but only continued to glare at the strange man who had made his mother cry.

Ivar looked to your for help. “Asmund.” You said, but Ivar noticed that the boy did not react to your soothing voice. You turned him towards you, smiling at him. He was obviously confused. Ivar watched in aw as you made a few strange hand gestures that Asmund seemed to understand without difficulty. Ivar glanced at the other, Eluf, who watched with only slight concern.

Finally, Asmund turned back to Ivar with a defeated look on his face. Ivar watched him warily. “Sorry” He said in a slightly off voice. Ivar looked to you with utter confusion.

“Eluf.” You called over the other boy. “Take your brother outside. You can train.” The boy rolled his eyes.

“I don’t want to-” He was cut off by your stern look. He managed to drag Asmund outside.

“Those are my sons.” Ivar said with disbelief. You nodded, helping him get into chair so you could both sit and talk. It was quiet for a moment. “What is wrong with him?” Ivar asked hesitantly, surprised when you glared at him.

“Nothin is wrong with him!” You snapped. “He was born deaf, Ivar.” You said softer when Ivar winced at your tone. Ivar nodded, having already guessed. “But he is strong.” You said, making him smile. “He will be a great viking.” You continued.

“What were you doing with the…” Ivar made a few waving hand movements, trying to copy what you had done. You laughed quietly before answering.

“Gunhild, an old woman in the village taught it to me and him. He can communicate, Ivar.” You both smiled. “They are both healthy and happy.”

Now Ivar frowned. “Without me.” He said. You dropped your eyes. “What did you tell them?”

“Nothing.” You looked back up, using a hard voice. “They know nothing.” She could tell he wanted to yell at her, but refrained. “Eluf is an artist.” You finally said, making Ivar furrow his eyebrows. “He dos not enjoy violence at all. It is Asmund who fights.” Ivar gave a snort at the irony.

“We must tell them together and I will take you all home with me.” Ivar said after a while, leaving no room for argument. He looked bitter for a short second. “I don’t know if you heard but I am king of Kattegat now…” You nodded. You had heard. “They are princes.” He began, knowing what you were thinking. “And they will never be treated as less than such.” You smiled. “I think we can agree to make anyone who does treat them as less, can lose their head.”

You laughed and nodded. You grabbed his hand while he stood on his crutches. “We will tell them together.” You said, seeing he was slightly nervous. He nodded, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

Request: *whispers* could ya maybe to a scenario where penny is like !!!!!! bc he made his girlfriend cry bc she’s so overstimulated:3

A/n: fuCk this would happen all the time


His hands traveled to your breasts, the sensation of his thumbs grazing your nipple and then the harsh sting of his palm coming in contact with the bruises shaping your figure. He continued to pound into you, his hips digging into yours and his fingers knotting into your hair so that he could tug your up, his chest meeting your back and his teeth grazing your neck. Your backside dripping wet with whatever substances were left for you to leak, you bit your lip and gasped. The feeling had become overwhelming, almost too much for your frail body to handle. 

“Pe-Penny! Peeeennnnnnyyyy!!!!” You screamed, crying out and then choking on your sobs. He stopped thrusting, turning you over and then laying you on your back in a split second. His mouth coming in contact with the swollen lips between your thighs, large slurping sounds coming from the movements of his tongue to your bud. You squirmed and breathed heavy, snapping your chest up as you tried to contain yourself. However, arching your back, you screamed, Pennywise’s tongue surging into you at speeds almost making you crawl out of your skin. Yet, you knew you couldn’t move as much as you wanted, because Pennywise had pinned you down, only releasing you when he wanted. “Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck. FUuuuuucking HELL!” You thrashed, the pleasure coming in ripples and tears. Another moment, and you were sure you’d pass out. 

Tears began to run down your face, pooling into your hair as your throat closed with the thickness of emotion. Your heart pounding and contracting, sweat clung to your forehead, and you let out a whimper. Beginning to sob uncontrollably. 

That’s when Pennywise slowed down, coming to a stop and wiping his mouth on his sleeve, clearing his lips of cum, as well as hints of blood in order to look up at you. His eyes dimming from their glowing orange into a baby blue, he blinked. Watching you cry. And not… Of pleasure. He had only seen you like this once, and correlating the two times, he cocked his head to the side. Not knowing what would make you behave in such a way. 

Silence overcame him, and he gnawed at his lip, wondering what to do and suddenly feeling the pressing weight of panic. Had he hurt you? Had he broken something without knowing until you couldn’t take it? Had he broken you?? Your heart? Every bone in your body? 

Why? Were? You? CRYING.

Darting his eyes, Pennywise then crawled forward, slinking his way so that his face was above yours. With your cheeks blotchy and stained with tears, Penny scrunched his nose, lowering himself down so his lips met the wet tears staining your skin, peppering your face in the way he did when he wanted your attention. Growling slightly, he tried to get your attention, your scent confusing him. You were small, fragile, and sometimes he forgot this. But nonetheless, sometimes he didn’t. And reaching his arms around you, Penny hauled you into his laps and shushed you. 

“No need to be crying, sugar… No sweet thing… Don’t cry.” Another moment of silence. “Now now… Why are you cr-cryyyyyyyiiiiiinnnnnnng.” 

“I-I don’t… I don’t know… I-It felt so good! It was amazing! And then-then I-I-I started to-” You cried again, burying your face into his chest. Pennywise sat there, not saying anything, but staring into the darkness that crept from the sewer tunnels connecting his lair to Derry. You felt so good you had started crying? Looking down at you, you stifled your tears and swallowed them, lacing your fingers together and playing with them, almost in embarrassment. 

“No more crying my love.”

“Okay.” You responded to the slight annoyance in his voice, beyond something else that you hadn’t ever heard before. Though laced and poisoned with the feralness you had gotten used to, Pennywise’s voice was smooth, unmarked by desire. There was a firm kiss then pressed to your forehead, and you began to fall asleep. Your skin tingling and numb, littered with scratches and bruises. Pennywise would revisit them later. 

Bundle Of Joy - Part Four

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Single Parent!Reader

Summery: Shit gets real

Warnings: Cliffhanger (Mahaha!)

Part One, Part Two, Part Three


Perhaps it was the alcohol, but your ability to control your body and raging heartbeat completely shattered as you found yourself drowning in the colour of Bucky’s eyes. It had been too dark before and you hadn’t been paying that close attention, but now in the light of your small apartment you could see that they were gorgeously blue. Intense and unblinking in a thousand yard stare, they were the colour of the rising tide - like something straight from a child’s fairy tale - full on Prince Charming.

You’d only had a glass and a half of wine, but you couldn’t help the ditsy schoolgirl giggle that passed your lips or the way you practically draped yourself over the handsome man whom sat beside you. He seemed to have an unusual keenness for human connection, however, and didn’t mind your behaviour one bit. Instead of pushing you away or sitting by you awkwardly, Bucky unconsciously rubbed circles into your ankle as you rested your feet upon his lap, as if you had known each other all your lives.

“How long have you been living in Brooklyn?” He asked you, speaking softly as if his words could cause this safe space the two of you had created to crumble. His gaze hovered behind you, over to the half unpacked box that sat in the corner of the room, a worn old teddy bear in a dull lavender dress sitting upon it, the same flower crudely stitching into her foot.

“Not long.” You said, twisting around and throwing the teddy bear a quick glance over your shoulder. “Just moved back, actually. I went traveling for a few years and got a bit homesick.”

Bucky nodded. “It’s an interesting place to grow up.”

He didn’t miss the way your brows creased in slight confusion at his statement, but you were quick to realize what he meant. “Yes, I suppose it is a hell of a lot better than traveling between places all the time. Did you grow up here, Buck?”

“Born and raised.” He nodded, a far away look crossing his face. “I moved away for a while too. I’d love to move back, but it’s a bit too expensive now.”

“So where are you staying?”

“Manhattan with a friend.” Bucky smiled, meeting your gaze. “Childhood friend. He’s got his heart set on moving back here too.”

“That’s sweet.” You mumbled, lifting your glass to your lips.

Just as the wine touched your tongue, a loud wailing pierced through the thin wall separating the living room from the bedroom. You didn’t miss a beat before swinging your legs off of Bucky’s lap and jumping up from your seat, and neither did he.

“I can go.” He said.

“Nah, I’ve got this.” You shot down his offer, shoving your wine glass in his hand before rushing off to your daughter’s aid.

Light and quick on your feet, you practically glided across your apartment and into the bedroom, making your way over to the plain white crib beside the bed. Your daughter’s cried ceased the moment your face came into view and she laughed, as only a baby could laugh with a sweet bubbling chime as her bright and sparkling eyes found yours.

You didn’t say anything and merely smiled as she reached out of the wooden bars and took hold of your shirt, pulling at it with as much strength as she could muster without falling backwards onto her padded tush. She moved like her legs were in hinges, wobbling to and fro as she tried to keep her balance.

“She looks like you.”

An amused laugh bubbled up and passed your lips. Looking back over at Bucky, you found him leaning against the doorway, looking between you and your daughter.

“That’s a terrible cliche.” You said, a sliver of a smile on your face. Bucky smirked and wandered in, his gaze lingering over a couple framed photographs and a collection of trinkets that sat upon the vanity that he passed on the way to your side. Ordinarily, the sight of someone looking over your things would have sent you into a panic, but for some reason you were completely content. It gave you an unfamiliar feeling of warm anticipation, eager for him to get a glimpse into your everyday life.

“What’s this?” He asked, holding up a large glass jar of tiny origami stars.

You hesitated and swiped your tongue very your dry lips. “Just paper stars. Nothing special.”

He gave the jar a small shake and then set it back down. “Looks like a lot of them.”

“There’s only a hundred and fourty-nine.” You blurted out before you got stop yourself.

“What?”

You turned your attention back to your daughter, scooping her up into your arms as not to have to took at him. “One hundred and fourty-nine. That’s how many stars are in the jar.”

Normally you would have added another by this hour.

“You make them?”

You shrugged. “It’s something to do.”

Because you had your back to him, you didn’t see Bucky’s expression. Suspicion, confusion and curiosity were all present - he knew there was something you weren’t telling him, but he didn’t push it.

Clearing your throat, you turned back around, adjusting your daughter’s position on your hip as she played with the lavender dressed teddy bear you’d given her. Bucky averted his gaze from you and continued to survey your space, his fingertips grazing along everything as if he were reading Braille. He was taking it all in, taking you in.

“Would you like to hold her?’

You smiled at the way Bucky’s face lit up. He nodded and approached you and your daughter in three easy strides. He pulled off his jacket before easing her out of your hold, chuckling as she reached out for him.

“She’s so small.” Bucky marveled, dragging his eyes up to yours. Your heart hammered against your chest and you let the happiness soak right through to your bones.

But then he turned to the side, exposing the red painted star across his metal arm.

Your breath hitched and your heart dropped.

“Bucky, what is that?”

He followed your gaze and his features hardened, the smile he was wearing melting away as fast as an ice cube over a burning flame.

“I don’t want to talk about it. Nothing special.” He said, your own words echoing back to you.

But as he spoke all you could do was stare at him as if he were a radio and not a person to be interacted with. His voice circulated in your head and it took everything for your shaking knees not to buckle underneath you.

The two of you met each other’s gaze.

“Hydra.”

It was one word, yet it dripped with venom and left a nasty taste in your mouth. You felt as though all your energy had just been shoved out of your body and you began to tremble with rage. Your throat closed up with the threat of a scream, but your jaw had become tight. Fighting the impulse to whirl around and sprint out of the apartment, you tried your best to stay calm and took your daughter back into your own arms.

Your eyes stung as they remained unblinking, holding Bucky in a murderous glare. A metallic taste filled your mouth as your teeth crunched over your bottom lip with unchecked strength.

“Get out.”

Low and threatening, you voice was barely above a whisper, yet resembled that of a wild animal’s growl before striking it’s unlucky prey.

“What do you know about - ?”

“ - GET OUT!”

He was like a frightened dog. Staggered backwards, Bucky rushed out of the bedroom with you close at his heels.

You remained silent as you backed him up against the front door of your apartment. The look of mad, murderous rage in your eyes had him tripping over his own feet and fear slicing through him - he couldn’t have imagined such anger coming from you until this moment.

Bucky desperately tried to calm you down, throwing his hands up to show that he had no intention of fighting back, but that and his attempts at reasoning with you were completely futile.

“(Y/N), please - “

“NO!”

It was with that one final yell that your fist landed upon his chest with full force. Like in the movies, Bucky flew backwards and crashed through the door and into the hallway, landing painfully on the floor.

You didn’t stand around and wait to see if he was okay or would leave now that you had attacked him. Instead you swept your apartment, grabbing your purse from the kitchen counter before darting over to plain brick wall at the far end of the apartment. You hand skimmed the unpainted brinks until you came to the fourth one away from the open window. Then you turned to the side and protected your daughter as well as you could before punching your fist through it, ignoring the pain that shot up your arm and the blood that coated your knuckles.

Prying away the rubble you found what your were looking for. Reaching in and pulling it out, you took a moment to examine the red leather book, turning it in your hand and glaring down at the familiar black star branded into the front.


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Don't know if requests are open but it's worth a shot? I've admired your blog a lot lately, it's great! <3 what about the bros s/o left behind in Insomia even though they were skeptical about an attack but stayed anyways and how do they find eachother again? Hope you have a nice day ;v;

Thank you so much! I do hope to keep impressing you! I really love writing these kind, because you get to focus on the reactions, which I also seem to make dramatic. Lol

Tried doing something a little more different this time.

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Noctis

No matter what, Noctis couldn’t believe it, his father, his home gone. He wanted you to come on this road trip, but you instead declined, wishing to stay home and assist his Father, as the future Princess of the Lucian people, you needed to be seen more often. Besides you stated you wanted to bond with your future father in law, and wanted Noctis to enjoy his boy’s trip and the next time that the two of you would be together would be your wedding day in Altissia.

Noctis could still feel the soft kiss against his lips, as you bid him farewell with a bright smile, wearing the beautiful dress he had picked out for you, an early wedding present. He remembered you often stating that you never knew what to wear to these kinds of things, you were just a commoner in love with a Prince.

“Are you sure?” Noctis asked once again as you followed him to the bottom of the stairs, flanked by your Lady in waiting.

You smiled softly, “Go have fun with the boys, I’ll see you soon, and when we get home, we’ll celebrate.”

Yet now the Prince had no home to return to, no family, no you. He kept ringing your phone hoping to get ahold of you, yet the first time it went to your voicemail. By the tenth time that he had listened to your voicemail message, he had realized that he was doing it simply to hear your voice one last time.

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Comforter - Jax Imagine

Concept: Reader is Jax’s daughter, Jax comforts reader after a breakup.

Taglist: @homicidalteenagedream @soaimagines @straight-toheck @yourcroweater

This was so much fun to write. A very different dynamic to what I’m used to. It’s a short one!

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“You’re breaking up with me?” You gasped, rubbing your forehead with your hand.

Your boyfriend of one year, Nick, sat next to you in your car. He was silent and sheepish and watched and waited for your reaction. He knew how fiery you were and how easily set off you were. He was also terrified of your dad.

“I’m sorry (Y/N). It’s just not going to work with me moving to Indiana.” Nick whispered, picking at his hands. “I don’t wanna break up but I think it’s for the best.”

You sighed deeply. You knew Nick was right but that didn’t make it hurt any less. You knew this would have to happen with him moving but you always seemed to not think about it. You swallowed back the tears. You weren’t angry, you weren’t upset, you were just a little bit hurt. You didn’t want to upset Nick so you held back your tears for a little while longer.

“When do you leave?” You asked, looking blankly out of the windshield, your hand grasping the steering wheel even though you were parked.

“Two weeks.” He said.

You nodded. “I’ll be over to help you guys pack up next week. I promised your mom.”

He looked at you and you turned your head to meet his gaze. He smiled his usual half smile and his dark curls fell across his forehead. “I’d like that (Y/N).”

You smacked your lips together and smiled a small smile. You were too close to Nick to cast him out completely. You leaned over and hugged him gently, a tear rolling down your cheek. Nick stepped out of the car and gave you a small wave before he headed inside.


You started the engine of your small beat up car and sped down the road to the familiar route back to your house. You turned on your stereo and then mix CD Nick had made you blared through the speakers. You broke down at the sound of your song and stopped your car immediately. You took the CD out of the stereo and snapped it in half, throwing it out the window. You slammed your hands on the steering wheel and cried loudly, mascara running down your face. Although this was the right thing, it hurt more than anything you had ever felt. You had never been heartbroken before so this foreign feeling made you feel so confused. Your chest hurt, your eyes hurt, your soul hurt. You just wanted to go home and scream into your pillow but you underestimated your strength to drive properly. You rested your head on the steering wheel and cried in the dark silent night, the desolate interior of your car providing you the only sense of familial comfort. You steadying your breathing and wiped your eyes and decided to keep on driving home. You turned up your stereo to a piercing volume, letting the sad tune on the radio flow through you and you felt understood. You pulled up outside your house and the porch light was still on. You didn’t know what time it was and you really didn’t care. Your dad would probably be angry but you didn’t register anything other than sadness. You locked up your car and entered your unlocked front door. Your dad, Jax Teller, sat on the couch with his feet on the coffee table and a beer in his hands. He watched the TV casually, a hand combing through his long blonde hair. Your dad looked too young to have his youngest daughter be seventeen and he was always the object of your friend’s affections. He turned to face you and anger flashed across his face before worry took its place. You kicked off your shoes and threw your bag on the floor before running and throwing yourself into your fathers lap. You wrapped your body like a monkey around his sitting form and you began to cry loudly into his neck. Your fathers arms wrapped around you tightly, his hand stroking your long hair. He hushed you and soothed you and spoke calming words as you let everything out. You gulped and gasped and cried and sobbed, letting all your confusion and hurt and sadness out onto the skin of his neck.

It felt like hours that you had been crying in your fathers lap. You sat up and moved to sit next to him on the couch. You wiped your eyes and pushed your hair behind your ears. Your breathing was rough and shaky but you felt a lot better. You rested your head on your dads shoulder and looked blankly ahead.

“You gonna tell me what happened (Y/N)?” Your dad asked you, his hand still running through your hair.

Your breathing shuddered as you began to form words. “Nick broke up with me.” Your lip trembled and you looked down at your lap. You didn’t want to cry anymore but it hurt so bad.


Jax tried his hardest not to explode in anger at the news. He knew no man would ever be good enough for his one and only little girl and he wanted to cause harm to anyone who harmed her. Jax stayed silent for a while, looking at his daughter who was a spitting image of her mother at that age. The way her dark hair fell over her shoulders and the way she wasn’t afraid to show her emotions reminded him so much of Tara. He wished Tara was here to mend their daughters broken heart. This was a moment for mother and daughter and Jax had to do the best he could. Jax invited his daughter to crawl back into his arms and she did. Even though she was seventeen, she would always be his little baby, his youngest child. His two sons were grown and out of home, you were all he had left.

“Talk to me (Y/N). What happened?”

You snuggled into your fathers chest and sniffled. “Nicks moving to Indiana. I was stupid to think we could make long distance work. He didn’t even do anything wrong!”

Jax held you tighter. He wanted to go and hurt this guy, kill him for making his baby cry, but Nick wasn’t worthy of torture or pain. Jax knew Nick was hurting just as much as you. There was nothing he could do but comfort you as you cried.

You sat in silence with your dad and blankly watched the television. It had been hours and you didn’t even know what time it was. You were grateful that your dad was being kind and understanding and not questioning you. He was really good at that. Jax held your chin between his fingers and made you look at him.

“Can I tell you a story?” He asked. “It’s about your mother.”

“Yeah Dad, of course.” You sniffled. You wished your mom was here right now.

Your father took a deep breath and began to speak. “Your mom wasn’t the best at comforting people. She was a hardass and I loved that about her. When you were born, her and I were having a lot of trouble and I wasn’t sure we were going to make it. I remember holding you in my arms and crying, thinking about how I was going to provide for you and your brothers when I was having trouble providing for myself. I was just in a dark spot. And your mom looked at me and told me to stop feeling sorry for myself and to look at you. She told me that I had a daughter now who needed to know who a man was and that I needed to be a role model for every man in your life. Tara didn’t coddle me or soothe me, she told me the truth and she would do the exact same for you.” Jax exhaled. He missed Tara so much and he couldn’t look at his daughter without catching a glimpse of her in you.

“What would she have said?” You asked hesitantly. You were worried your dad would be too harsh.

“Tara would say that he was too good for you and that you need to find yourself a man who will take care of you and will be a role model for your future children. She’d tell you to dry your tears, eat some ice cream and go to sleep.” Jax chuckled as he envisioned Tara saying those words. You chuckled and imagined it too.

“Remember (Y/N), you are your mothers daughter. Don’t take shit from anyone and don’t let anyone feel sorry for themselves.” Jax said, running his hand through your dark hair. “I love you so much.”

Your lip quivered and your eyes began to water as you realised how much you loved were loved. “I love you too Daddy.”

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DO A RLY STEAMY BEN PLATT PLZ

Dead Boy Walking (Ben Platt X Reader)

a/n: so this has been done a million times, but I changed it up a bit. also, listening to the music while reading makes it a lot more…. yum. It was going to be smut, but I got kinda lazy, so it’s just really sexual.

w/c: 971

Ben walked around on the stage, his skirt bouncing as he clicked in his heels. He was embarrassed by the outfit his co-workers said he had to wear, but not as embarrassed as he would be. Tonight, the cast of Dear Evan Hansen had decided to perform various songs from musicals, and on of course, you and Ben were assigned Dead Girl Walking. You were JD, and Ben was playing Veronica. You were sitting on the DEH stage bed, waiting for your cue.

“The demon queen of high school has decreed it: She says Monday, 8AM, I will be deleted. They’ll hunt me down in study hall, stuff and mount me on the wall. Thirty hours to live— How shall I spend them?” Ben sang, getting really into character. Your hands were sweaty, and you thought about the rehearsals you and Ben has shared, privately. (a/n catch my drift? ;3)

“I don’t have to stay and die like cattle,I could change my name and ride up to Seattle.. But I don’t own a motorbike. Wait—here’s an option that I like: Spend these thirty hours gettin’ freakay! Yeah!”

“I need it hard, I’m a dead girl walkin’. I’m in your yard, I’m a dead girl walkin’. Before they punch my clock, I’m snappin’ off your window lock. Got no time to knock, I’m a dead girl walking!”

“Veronica? What are you doing in my room?“ You laughed when the light on stage lit you up. You stood up from your spot on the bed, only to be pushed back down by Ben.

“Shh,” Ben hushed you. “ Sorry, but I really had to wake you. See, I decided I must ride you till I break you, ‘Cause Heather says I gots to go, you’re my last meal on death row. Shut your mouth and lose them tighty-whities!” Ben straddled you, snapping the white boxers you were wearing.

‘Come on! Tonight I’m yours, I’m your dead girl walkin’! Get on all fours, kiss this dead girl walkin’! Let’s go, you know the drill, I’m hot and pissed and on the pill! Bow down to the will of a dead girl walking!” Ben sang beautifully, ripping your tanktop off.

“And you know, you know, you know, it’s ‘cause you’re beautiful.” Ben gently caressed your face, turning red and smiling. ”You say you’re numb inside but I can’t agree. So the world’s unfair, keep it locked out there! In here it’s beautiful.. Let’s make this beautiful!”

“That works for me, oop!” You said as Ben leaned forward a aggressively made out with you. The lights were dim as Ben stuck his tongue into your mouth and pulled away towards the end of the instrumental break. Your face was red, and you were almost positive Ben had a tent in his skirt.

“Yeah! Full steam ahead! Take this dead girl walkin’-” Ben smirked at you, quickly wiping a bit of saliva off his lips.

“How’d you find my address?-” You sat up, propping yourself up with your arms.

“Let’s break the bed, Rock this dead girl walkin’!-”

“I think you tore my mattress!” You cried, trying not to laugh.

“No sleep tonight for you, better chug that Mountain Dew!” Ben thrust an empty bottle of Mt. Dew into your hand, and you pretended to chug it.

“Okay, okay!” You cried meekly, throwing the glass bottle to the side.

“Get your ass in gear, make this whole town disappear!” Ben cried, getting close up to you again.

“Okay, okay!” You smiled, getting louder and more confident.

“Slap me!” Ben faked slapped you, making you pull his hair next. “Pull my hair! Touch me, there and there and there!” For every there, Ben guided your hands all over his body. He made you squeeze his hips, rub his groin, and grope his butt. Ben ripped his button up shirt off, turning red.

“And no more talkin’-”


“Whoa-oh-oh-oh!-”

“Love this dead girl walkin’!” Ben had started to grind into you as you pushed up to grind into him, to the beat of the song. This was the part where you and Ben had to take a break together, usually alone in your dressing room.

Whoa, whoa! Hey, hey! Yeah, yeah!” You sang, biting your lip as Ben grind down onto you.

“Love this dead girl!” You and Ben sang together. You felt a heat growing in your stomach, and immediately knew your plans for after the show.

“Whoa, whoa! Hey, hey! Wait, wait!” You cried, your face going red once again.

“Love this dead girl!” Ben’s voice sang beautifully, only turning you on more.

“Yeah!” Ben had grinded onto you in a lusty way.

“Yeah!” Again.

“Yeah!” Again.

“Ow!” You cried, almost forgetting your line. You were about to moan out and whimper at the much needed friction.

“Yeah!” You both sang at the top of your lungs, the lights going completely dark. Ben stood up and quickly picked his clothes up, pulling you off the stage to go finish you off in the dressing room. When the lights turned on and everyone was expecting you to be there to bow together, you two were long gone.

Will sauntered onto the stage, smirking. “Well, those two are probably getting it on by now!”

The One Where He Doesn’t

Pairing: Alec Lightwood x Reader

Summary: Alec ended his relationship with you to marry Lydia and since then, you hadn’t spoken. After trying to save Ragnor, you end up facing certain death. The only question is, if you wake up will you still have time to win Alec back or will he be the new Mr. Branwell? 

A/N: did anyone else fully squeal over tonight’s new episode? #malec
oh and there’s new writing so check out my new jace imagine here and my first ‘the 100′ imagine with john murphy here!

MASTERLIST, MOBILE MASTERLIST (you can like it and save it for later!)
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“Y/N…”

“Go, I’ll stay with her,” Magnus states, his hands hovering over your body, “She’ll be okay.”

Jace hesitates as he watches over you, “Magnus…”

“Go,” he commands and Clary nods, pulling Jace through the portal with her.

Your eyes flutter open and Magnus breathes out a sigh of relief, slumping against the wall, “Oh thank god,” he mumbles.

“What happened?”

“Shax demon,” he grumbles, “You fell over the bannister trying to save Ragnor.”

“Is he-“

“He’s dead,” Magnus stammers, his voice shaking.

“Magnus, I’m so sorry,” you pull yourself up before groaning and falling back to the floor.

“Yeah, when you fell not only did you fall hard, you fell onto a vase,” he nods towards your shirt which is steeped in blood.

“How deep did it cut?”

“Let’s just say, you don’t want to look yourself,” he shakes his head, looking slightly disgusted.

“We’d better go,” he stands up, “I’ll portal us back – don’t strain yourself too much,” he instructs you, looking at you sympathetically.

“You don’t have to feel bad for me,” you grumble and Magnus shrugs, “You did take a giant shard of glass to the stomach.”

You shake your head, standing up, “I meant about Alec. I’m tired of everyone treating me like I’m-

Broken,” he finishes for you, “Won’t happen again,” he smiles before his expression contorts into one of concern as he notices your face draining.

“Whoa,” he catches you as you pass out, stumbling into his arms.
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“So, you’ll give me away?” Alec asks and Jace grins, nodding, “I’m glad we sorted this out,” he hugs Alec .As he pulls way he stares at Alec nervously.

“What’s wrong?” Alec creases his forehead and Jace takes a deep breath, “It’s y/n, she-“

“Jace, I know what you’re going to say. But this is what’s right.”

“I-It’s not that…”

“Then what?”

“When we went to get Ragnor, a Shax demon somehow followed us. Y/N was trying to protect him but she got thrown over the bannister and a shard of glass-“

“Where is she?!” Alec’s eyes fill with worry.“In the infirmary – but Alec, I don’t think it’s wise you see her.”

“What?” his face contorts with confusion, “W-hat are you talking about? I have to see her, I have to-“

“You already said your goodbyes and agreed to stay away from each other. Don’t cause her more pain,” Jace sighs and Alec stumbles backwards, his eyes stinging as he swallows hard.

“I’m sorry Alec, I just think that’s what’s best,” Jace steps forward but Alec steps away from him, shaking his head as though he was in denial. 

“I have to go,” his voice cracks, “I have a wedding to-“ he doesn’t finish his sentence and instead stumbles out of the room.

As he passes the infirmary his heart continues to pound harder and harder as though it was trying to escape his chest and find its way to you.

“Alec,” Isabelle appears behind him, “Did you see her?”

Alec stares at her, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. She presses a hand to it, “You have a fever.”

“I’m fine,” Alec mumbles, pulling her hand away, “How is she?”

“She’s severely concussed and she’s lost a lot of blood.”

“Izzy…”“She’ll be okay. It’ll just take some time.”

“How much time?”

“Let’s just saw you won’t see her at the wedding.”

Alec runs his fingers through his hair, running his hands from his hair down to his face and burying his head in them.

“Hey,” she whispers, pulling them away, “She’ll be okay.”

“The last thing I said to her was that I didn’t want to see her again – Izzy, I didn’t mean – I didn’t mean like this, I- I-

“I know,” she pulls him into a hug, rubbing his back, “And she knows too.”

“Jace won’t let me see her…”

“I think that’s for the best Alec. I’m not sure she could take seeing you looking all strapping and handsome in your suit,” she laughs, fixing his collar.

Alec catches her hand, “Stay by her side for me, will you?”

Isabelle nods, “Of course.”
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As he stands at the alter, Alec’s mind flashes to the exact moment he had broken your heart.

“Alec, what are you talking about?”

“I’m marrying Lydia.”

“That’s not funny,” you roll your eyes, going back to hanging your clothes up.

“It’s not a joke.”

You stare at Alec, “What the hell are you talking about?”

“It’s done.”

“What’s done?”

“I think its best we don’t see each other from here on after.”

“Alec,” you pull him back by his arm but he rips it out of your grasp, “I don’t want to see you again.” 

“Alec?” Lydia hisses and Alec snaps out of his thoughts, clearing his throat.

“I’ll ask again – Do you Lydia, take Alec to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

 “I do,” she smiles nervously, her eyes on Alec.

“Alec, do you take Lydia to be-“

He doesn’t,” Jace interrupts, “Not yet, anyway,” he grumbles, pulling Alec aside.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“You need to go to the infirmary.”Alec’s eyes widen, “What’s going on?”

“Y/N has some internal bleeding – something about the glass travelling through her blood stream or something – I don’t know. But you need to go see her, Alec, while you can.”

Alec doesn’t hesitate for even a moment, bounding down the aisle as everyone’s stares and whispers turn to a blur. As he reaches the door to your room he hesitates, his hand on the handle. Your screams can be heard echoing down the halls but they momentarily subside as Alec takes a seat beside you.

You suck in a breath, wincing.“Y/N…” his eyes well up as he moves hair away from your forehead, “I’m – I’m so sorry,” he cries, burying his face by your side.

You run your fingers through his hair, before letting out a cry of pain.

“We have to sedate her,” the doctor states, pushing Alec out of the way. He presses his back against the wall, his breathing heavy.“What’s going to happen to her?”

“We have to take her into surgery. After that, only time will tell.”
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“Hey, you’re awake,” Isabelle squeals and you grimace as she wraps her arms around you, “Sorry,” she laughs, pulling away.

“You really scared us,” Clary sighs and Jace nods in agreement before he notices your eyes wandering.

“You’re looking for Alec.”

You slowly nod and Jace looks at the floor, “He went through with the wedding.”

Your throat closes up at his words and you force a smile, “Oh.”

“He’s in his room if you want to see him,” Isabelle states, her eyebrows furrowed together as she stares at Jace, “Doc says you can walk.”

You nod, slowly pulling yourself out of bed and Clary steadies you, a grin on her face.

“You’re creeping me out,” you stammer, staring at all of them as they stare back at you in amusement, “Did you take some of the stuff they put me on?” you ask and they all grumble, their expressions dropping.

You slowly walk towards Alec’s room, one hand on the wall for support. You hesitate outside his room before knocking, “Its y/n,” you call out, straining.

There’s no answer and you slowly turn the knob, pushing it open but the room is empty. You slowly make your way back to your room, pushing the door open and screaming as Alec jumps out from behind it.

“Y/N!”

“EUGHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” you scream in surprise before putting your hand over your chest, stumbling backwards and clutching your side in pain as you land on the floor.

Alec’s eyes widen in concern as he pulls you up, his hands on either side of your face and examining you. Your eyes wander around the room.

“Alec, what is all this?” you whisper in amazement as you look at the room which was filled with yellow roses, yellow balloons and even a life size yellow teddy bear.

Your face drops, “Guess Lydia’s favourite colour is yellow too, huh?” you mumble, “Though, it’s not like I died, how did they manage to kick me out of my room so quickly?” you grumble, letting your fingers trace over the petals of the flowers.

Alec looks at you in confusion, “W-hat? No, these are for you…”

You stare at him in confusion, “For me?”

He slips his hand into yours, “I thought I was going to lose you…” he traces a fingers down your cheek, delicately tracing your lips, “Look at you,” he whispers before pulling you into his chest.

You stay there for a moment before pulling away, “Alec…”

“I love you,” he whispers, “It’s always been you and it will always be you.”

“Alec,” you smile crookedly, sniffling as tears trail down your cheeks, “I love you, but we can’t change what’s already happened.”

“No one told you?”

“Told me what?”

“Nothing – Nothing happened,” he states and you choke, “W-WHAT?!”

“Nothing happened. No marriage, not even a kiss.”

“J-Jace said you went through with it.”

“My bad!” you hear Jace call out from down the hall, a smirk evident even in his voice.

You shake your head laughing, “I’m so embarrassed,” you chuckle, wiping away at your eyes with your sleeves.

“Now you know I still love your idiot ass – I should’ve made you work harder,” you sigh, “Should’ve punished you a little.”

“Trust me, you couldn’t have punished me more than the way I felt watching you in surgery.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead, “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he whispers continuously, peppering kisses all over your face before he returns to your lips.

“Let’s go away for a while,” he suggests, “How does France sound?”

“It sounds far away and time consuming.”

“So, perfect for us then,” Alec grins.

“Where’s Alec and what have you done with him?” you scoff.

“What would you say if I told you I have two honeymoon tickets to Paris?”

“That’s sad… and so, so wrong,” you giggle.

“But, this-“ he wraps his arms around your waist, “This is right.”

“Then I’d say ‘Fuck yeah let’s hook up on top of the Eiffel Tower’.”

Alec blushes, “My mum is in the next room,” he mumbles, his cheeks a bright shade of red.

“Well, I hope she has earplugs so she doesn’t hear us doing this,” you laugh, pulling your shirt over your head as you pull Alec onto your lips.

A/N: make sure you check out my new jace imagine here and my first ‘the 100′ imagine with john murphy here!