i killed your parents

Episode 6x15
  • Killian: I need! Home!!!
  • Jasmine: Yes but can you-
  • Killian: I LIVE ON A DIRT PATCH AND I NEED TO FUCKING GET BACK TO IT
  • Aladdin: do you know if like Jasmine is in to me or-
  • Killian: STFU FIGURE IT OUT YOURSELF MY WIFE IS IN DANGER
  • Nemo: We haveth no Kraken, we cannot-
  • Killian: LITERALLY FUCK YOU. FUCK. YOU.
  • Liam: I'm sorry brother, there's just-
  • Killian: I LITERALLY KILLED YOUR ONLY PARENT I WILL NOT HESITATE TO KILL YOU
  • Everyone: But like, Killian you are such a hero and you need to help us cause-
  • Killian: EMMA. SWAN. IS. IN. DANGER. SHE. HAS. BEEN. ABANDONED. BY. EVERY. SINGLE. PERSON. IN. HER. ENTIRE. LIFE. AND. NOW. SHE. THINKS. I. ALSO. ABANDONED. HER. DO. YOU. FUCK. HEADS. UNDER. STAND. THIS. SHE. NEEDS. ME. RIGHT. FUCKING. NOW. SO. ALL. OF. YOU. SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP. AND. GET. ME. HOME.
  • Killian: (please.)
Drunk in Love

warnings: alcohol usage  

words: 1,461

pairings: peter parker x reader 

request: can u do a peter x reader where you get drunk and you try to kiss him and everything but he refuses bc he needs your consent first and he ends up taking care of you until morning please and thank u!

a/n: I was going to go to bed early, but then I stayed up till 3am writing this instead lol. I hope u guys like it!! go ahead and keep sending in requests please! all of your sweet messages have really motivated me to keep writing, so thank u <3

peter doesn’t know whose house he’s at, red cup in his hand as his classmates and possibly other people from schools across Queens fill up the room until he can’t stand it anymore. he sets down his cup, which had been empty from the start when y/n had handed it to him. she had told him it was only for decoration, so he looked like he fit in with the rest of the crowd.

he had lost sight of her 10 minuets ago when another dozen people had shown up. the house is bigger than peters ever seen, which is exactly why he’s having so much trouble finding his friends.

he knows ned and mj are hanging around, but his phone had died just as they had arrived, so he has no way of contacting them. shouting their names is useless, because the music mixed with the loud chatter of possibly over 100 people would make it impossible for them to hear him.

a hand suddenly grabs onto his arm, making him turn around to face mj. she looks slightly disheveled, hair messier than usual and the small bit of lipstick y/n had convinced her to wear is smudged.

“peter,” she says out of breath, like she had been running to find him. “you need to come with me, like right now.”

“what? why? I’m looking for y/n-”

“it’s about y/n.”

peter nods, waiting for mj to take off so he can follow. is y/n okay? the last time he had seen her, she was slightly tipsy from drinking too much spiked punch and hanging off of neds arm. what if she got hurt? peter nervously chews on his bottom lip as mj leads him upstairs, pushing open one of the many doors to reveal y/n sprawled out on a couch, neds party hat on top of her head.

“peter!” she jumps up, nearly face planting until peter carefully catches her, doesn’t miss the way she leans heavily against him with her head against his shoulder. “I think I had too much punch.”

ned grumbles as he picks up his hat. “she’s been calling your name ever since we got her in here, and before that she was flirting with peter m from band class.”

“and I’m pretty sure she scalped me when I told her to go to sleep.” mj rubs her head, glaring at y/n halfheartedly.

“we’re both exhausted, and we’re leaving y/n in your very, uncapable hands.”

“no, wait!” peter holds out his hand as mj and ned exit the room, making sure to wink before they close the door. “oh no.”

“peteeeer,” y/n giggles into his neck. he shivers involuntarily when she runs a hand down his back, nearly jumping out of his skin when her hand slides under his shirt.

“woah, y/n, hold on-”

“shh.” she leans back, eyes narrowed. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time, peter parker.”

peter feels like he’s about to explode and he’s pretty sure his entire face is the color of his mask. y/n, the girl he has been crushing on since they had practically first met, is leaning forward to kiss him without warning. he knows she’s incredibly drunk, which makes the situation so much harder to stop, because he knows she’d never want to kiss him sober.

“nope, no.” peter takes a step back. “y/n, please, wait. you’re drunk and-”

“I am not drunk,” y/n’s words slur, proving his point. she seems to have realized that he’s right, but she doesn’t stop making him move back until his knees hit a sofa in the corner of the room.

“I don’t want you to do anything you’re going to regret!” peter stumbles back when y/n pushes him, unable to stop himself from landing on his back. he swallows loudly as she moves to sit on his lap, but he rolls onto the floor, nervously looking towards the door. “I think I should just take you home, okay?”

y/n sighs, flopping down onto the cushion. “fine, but only if you stay over.”

“you know I can’t do that, y/n. your parents would literally kill me.”

she looks as if she’s thinking for a moment, then perks up a second later. “then I’ll just stay at yours! problem solved.”

“what? no!” peter climbs to his feet, trying to think of a way around y/n’s plan. “how about I stay at your house until you fall asleep?”

y/n appears to be satisfied with peters answer. she moves to stand as well, barely making it a step before peter has to catch her again. at this point he doesn’t have any energy left to be embarrassed as he bends down and swoops her into his arms. or, maybe he does, because when he passes mj and ned in the hallway, they both burst out laughing and pull out their phones to take pictures.

“yeah, thanks, guys!” he calls out, rolling his eyes as he walks towards where they had first entered.

he doesn’t know how he’ll explain this to y/n’s parents. they had known she was going to a party, but not one on this large of a scale with alcohol practically pouring out of walls. maybe it would be best if she’d stay at his place. her parents trust peter, and may would more than likely understand after she gave him an earful.

he ends up going home, carrying y/n the whole train ride. she had passed out the minuet they boarded, and he’s thankful he doesn’t have to worry about her trying to kiss him again. he does wish she’d try to kiss him again, but sober and completely in control of her actions.

reminding himself that that’ll never happen in this lifetime because she is way out of his league, peter pushes the door open to the apartment.

he cringes when it hits the wall, shaking the frames and what feels like the whole apartment. may walks in right as peter shuts the door, cutting herself off from greeting him when she sees y/n in his arms.

“she’s fine,” he hurries to say. “she just.. drank a little too much at the party.”

may throws her hands up as peter heads for his room. “peter! I told you to watch out for y/n. now I’m going to have to call her parents and explain why their daughter isn’t going to be coming home.”

“I know, and I’m sorry. I didn’t know this party was going to be so.. huge. honestly, may, you should’ve seen it. the house was insane-”

“peter?” y/n groans from his arms, eyes squinting as she looks around. when she spots may, she manages a weak smile. “hi, may.”

“hi, sweetie. peters going to take you to bed, okay? I’m going to give your parents a quick call.

y/n nods and peter takes mays gesture towards his room as a queue to go. he carefully sets y/n down on his bed, shrugging off his jacket then gets to taking y/n’s heals off. she stretches, dress rumpling as she rolls to watch peter pull an extra pillow and his sleeping bag from the closet.

“do you want to change?” peter asks, holding up one of his shirts and sweatpants. “I know you must be tired, and that dress doesn’t look very comfortable to sleep in.”

“oh, it’s not comfortable at all.”

peter snorts as he searches for his phone charger. “then why did you wear it?”

“to impress you.”

his hand on the cable slips as he nearly breaks his neck to look at y/n. she stares him down, making peter, for the seventh time that night, blush up to his ears. “wha?”

“I said, to impress you.”

“you’re drunk.” peter tosses y/n his clothes, unable to meet her eyes. “I’m, uh. going to change in the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

peter nearly slams the door, heart hammering in his chest. did that really just happen? he has take a moment to calm himself down by splashing cold water onto his face a couple of times, repeating to himself that y/n is drunk, she doesn’t know what she’s doing. she probably won’t remember any of this by the time she wakes up. god, peter hopes she doesn’t remember, because then she’ll have to explain with a laugh that she didn’t really mean what she had said.

by the time peter gets back to his room, he finds that y/n had laid out his sleeping bag along with his pillow. he assumes she’s asleep when he switches off the light, but when he lays down, y/n moves her hand to hang over the edge of the bed. peter takes it, falling asleep minuets later and misses when y/n whispers for him to have sweet dreams.

Make You Feel Good

Originally posted by procrastinationoutlet

Brett x Reader

Warnings: sex, 18+ gif under cut

“Talbot where’s your shirt?” Coach called as Brett pulled on a plain green T-shirt and sighed when he looked for you on the bleachers but found you still hadn’t arrived.

“Sorry Coach.” He mumbled back.

You’d never missed one of his games before and he thought you’d been joking when you told him you weren’t coming. He couldn’t even remember what the fight was about just that it had gone on for hours and ended up with you shoving him out of your house and slamming the door on him.

“We’ve got this game.” Someone muttered to Brett who simply shrugged.

“I guess.” Was all he said back as he finished kitting up and headed out onto the field.

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I wish your dad were good

I wish grown-ups understood!

I wish we met before they convinced you life is war!

- Veronica (Heathers the Musical)

ageisia  asked:

Ah, I forgot to give you a prompt, didn't I? Can I have something where Sam, Steve and Bucky all get deaged together shortly post CACW and Team Iron Man has to deal with their prepubescent shenanigans and their feelings? Like 10-12 years old and they're all little shits. Especially Steve to Tony after Tony guesses that Steve is 8, which is a mortal insult when you are 11.

I am so sorry for the lateness of this! I meant to answer it last weekend but I was still in Sinus Haze at that point. :D I had a lot of fun with this one! 

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“They were supposed to be here for the signing of the revised accords,” Tony said.

“And Barnes was supposed to turn himself in to SHIELD,” Rhodey added.

T'Challa and Tony both looked at him, Tony’s eyebrows rising.

“What? He killed your parents, I don’t get to be mad about that?” Rhodey asked.

“Sure, but if you’re as mad as I was you also get to be in some pretty intense therapy for like a year,” Tony said, turning back to the glass window, which looked in on three children in the holding room at the Avengers compound.

“We came through an electrical storm in the jet on the way here,” T'Challa said. “When we came out of it…” he gestured at the children. Steve, an incredibly tiny, frail child, was wrapped in a blanket. They’d found clothing that would more or less fit Sam and Bucky, who looked to be on the verge of puberty, but Steve was stuck in an oversized shirt and a blanket he’d tied around his toast-rack chest like a sarong.

“You know how I know this is magic and not science?” Tony asked.

“Wanda wasn’t affected?” Rhodey ventured.

“Neither was I,” T'Challa pointed out. “We think because I was in the shielded cockpit.”

“No, I know this is magic because whoever did this to him gave him a teeny tiny arm,” Tony said, pointing at Bucky’s child-sized prosthetic, as menacing in its own way as the real adult thing.

“I think I can fix it,” Wanda said. Her eyes were glowing red, and the air was sort of dancing around her. Tony wondered how much she’d been practicing since she’d arrived in Wakanda. “But I’m worried about going in there alone.”

“For them or for you?” Tony asked, and she looked – startled, like she’d forgotten he could care about people. That was going to sting for a while.

“Both. There are three of them, one of whom has a metal arm,” she said. “And I need someone to take me down if I lose it, which…is usually Steve’s job.”

“I can go,” Tony said. “The repulsors bracelets are subtle, won’t freak the kids out. And I can distract them if you want to work on them one at a time.”

“Do you have any experience with children at all?” Rhodey asked.

“I’ll have you know I dealt very handily with the last twelve-year-old I knew,” Tony replied loftily.

***

Wanda was sitting on the floor, trying to lure Sam away from the smartphone he was playing with, when she heard Steve yell: “I’m not eight!”

“Hey, calm down, I was guessing,” Tony said, and Wanda looked over just in time to see Steve stand up, his terrifyingly thin little hands balled into fists. Tony, who was crouched down to talk to him and Bucky (probably mostly Steve; she couldn’t imagine Tony didn’t still have some…anger issues surrounding Bucky), held up his hands.

“I’m eleven! Just because I’m little doesn’t mean I’m a baby!” Steve insisted. Bucky was watching them both warily.

“Nobody’s saying you’re a baby,” Tony replied soothingly. “But – ”

“Don’t talk to me like I am one!” Steve said, and Wanda flinched as he swung his arm. He was going to break his hand on Tony’s face –

She watched, awestruck, as Tony reacted. He’d had all his weight on the balls of his feet, legs bent, body balanced over his knees; when Steve’s fist connected (barely) he threw himself backwards, sprawling and then somersaulting – gracelessly – and collapsing spreadeagled on the ground. Steve looked at his own fist, wonderingly.

“He’s down! Get ‘im!” Bucky yelled, the first words he’d said, and he sprang for Tony, landing hard on his chest. Tony let out a whuff, then curled on one side as Steve started ineffectually kicking him. Sam ran over to help Bucky pin Tony down, and Wanda got up to make sure they weren’t hurting him, but Tony was grinning as he hid his face and curled up his body against Steve’s snowflake-like blows.

Eventually Steve flopped down with the others, breathlessly giving up his assault, and Tony lay still underneath the three boys, grinning up at Wanda as she stood over them.

“Okay, you vicious little weasels,” he said, and Wanda waited for all three boys to take offense, but none of them bothered. “You are meant to be big grown adult males who could actually break my bones. Wanda needs to fix you up, put you back the way you were.”

He sat up, dislodging Sam, and then kicked his legs gently to shove Bucky off as well. Bucky clung on grimly with his metal hand around Tony’s ankle, but most of him slithered away.

“Do I really grow up big?” Steve asked, and Tony pulled him into the gentlest of headlocks, one huge palm resting on Steve’s strawlike hair.

“Bigger than everyone else,” he assured him.

“Bigger than BUCKY?”

Tony leaned over and whispered in his ear, “Even Sam grows up bigger than Bucky.”

“That’s a lie!” Bucky insisted, getting to his feet. “Make me grow up first!” he insisted to Wanda. “So I can prove it!”

“No, me first!” Steve yelled, which meant Sam insisted too, and suddenly instead of three sullen little shits refusing to obey her, she had three eager little boys all jostling to be first.

“You did this,” she said to Tony, who shrugged and rubbed at his ankle, which was starting to show a bruise where Bucky had clung to it.

“I don’t know a ton about kids but I know a lot about managing humans,” he replied.

Live Life Golden Part 9

Jungkook x reader

Warnings: strong language

Words: 2678

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Summary:

He was a graduate of the elite class, inherited billions from his father, and lived the life of an international playboy. (y/n) came into his life and made him question it all.

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savior

#26: “I’m stuck! Help me!” 

#43: “Pick up lines only work when I’m drunk”

warning: cursing, partying
word count: 1,433
a/n: I know that drabbles are supposed to be 500-1,000 words but I’m pretty sure mine are going to be around 1,000-1,500 words. Feel free to request more! and as always, I love Zach Dempsey!

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J: okay, so i got a shit ton of dog pics, and as much as i want to give each dog their own post, Chloe says i can’t. so here’s a big post of the rest of the dog pictures i got sent. good boys and girls. doggos under the cut.

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I Will Never Forget You

Originally posted by smilefortheliving


“Johnathan’s whereabouts have been located and he is heard to be in Edom”. Silence filled the room as Alec gave his speech to the whole institute. “Our main priority is to bring Johnathan back to Idris…dead or alive. I, personally, will take my team there and successfully follow out with this mission. Everyone else, you’re my eyes and ears. If Johnathan is seen or heard from by anyone at all I want to know about it, no matter how small the detail is. Everything matters…dismissed”. With that final word everyone, slowly, returned to their work stations and resumed with their work.
“We are meeting Magnus later on today to summon the demon who will take us there. Guys, this is an extremely dangerous mission, we might not all make it”, Jace said as he put his arm around Clary.
“God you are such a drama queen”, I said trying to lighten the mood whilst winking at Jace.
Alec came over and wrapped his arms around me from behind, feeling his warm embrace was reassuring.
“I’m bringing Simon”, Izzy demanded. Before Alec could start refusing she finished, “If there is a chance I’m not gonna make it I want to be with him”. I tightened my grip around Alec’s hand, telling him to just agree. Why shouldn’t Izzy be with the one she loved, especially at this time. I had Alec by my side, Clary had Jace.

Alec and Jace went to have one last meeting with the inquisitor before the mission. I went back up to mine and Alec’s shared room to get ready when Izzy and Clary knocked on the door.
“You ready to kick ass?”, Izzy asked as she jumped onto my bed.
“When am I not?”, I grabbed my weapon holsters and wrapped them around my waist and legs.
Clary sat next to Izzy, “How are you feeling?”, she asked with a hint of sympathy. I lived life as a mundane for the first 16 years of my life, I had only been a Shadowhunter for 3 years. My parents didn’t know anything about the shadow world, all they knew was that I was going through a gothic phase with an obsession with ‘weird looking tattoos’. I always made sure that I made time to see my family, however that was ripped away from me a few months back. Johnathan had killed them, whether it was an attempt for answers…I didn’t know. All I knew was that it was evil.
I took a deep breath before answering, “Truthfully…I’ve never felt more ready”.

We met up with Magnus in the courtyard of the institute.
“The demon I’m summoning is a greater demon. He will ask what he gets in return in which we will offer a trade of his choice. You do not break the circle at ANY point. Do you all understand me?”. Sheepish nods were given from everyone as we stood in a circle at different points of the pentagram. We joined hands and Magnus said the words. There was a loud cracking noise like really close thunder and a gush of strong wind whirled around us forming a grey looking cloud in the centre of the circle.
A deep booming voice echoed, “Who dare summon the great Azazel”.
Magnus was speechless, he had summoned demons before but not ones as powerful as Azazel as it was a death wish. He finally spoke with a stutter, “A-Azazel, it is I, Magnus Bane, the high warlock of Brooklyn. We would like acceptance to enter Edom”.
Azazel laughed, “And what do I get in return of this?…”, he thought for a minute. “I get one special memory from each of you with the person you cherish the most”.

Izzy went first, it appeared in front of us like a projection. It was of her first date with Simon, he had taken her to a Star Wars movie marathon at the movie theatre and although it wouldn’t have been her first choice for a date…or any of her choices for that matter, watching his face light up in the hope of her liking something he enjoyed so much was all she cared about. She started crying after the memory had disappeared and Simon was trying to hold back the tears.

He was next, it was of the both of them sitting in the Jade Wolf. It had just been after there first date and they had gone there from the movies for a ‘romantic’ meal/the only place Simon could afford. She was trying to reassure him that she loved Star Wars even though she got all the questions wrong from the quiz he made her do. But he didn’t say that she was wrong, he realised that she was trying for him and that was all he needed.

Clary’s memory was of her trying to teach Jace mundane driving. He kept stalling the car and even nearly ran an old lady over as he got the accelerate and brake pedal mixed up. All Clary did was sit there and hysterically laughed, she was the one who was meant to be guiding him but she couldn’t even see the road from the tears forming in her eyes from how hilarious she found the whole thing. But it was special to her because it finally shown something that Jace Herondale couldn’t do, and she loved him even more for that.

Jace’s was simple, it was his first kiss with Clary. From the outside it didn’t look like anything special and it certainly didn’t look romantic as they were covered in demon blood and surrounded by bodies however for Jace, it was when he finally realised that Valentine was wrong. All his life he was taught that to love is to destroy and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed but this moment proved that not be true. It proved that love didn’t make you weak, it made you stronger.

Magnus was the next person in the circle and it wasn’t hard to guess where he was and what he was doing. He was in his apartment…in his blue chair…with a glass of whisky in his hand with the rest of the bottle not too far away. He was accompanied by Camille Belcourt, the person who he had loved for centuries, and one of his closest friends, Ragnor Fell. He had lost them both to Valentine’s army and the number of warlocks were decreasing. It was a memory of old times, it was his memory of the only people he once called family.

After it had disappeared into the grey smoke, it was Alec’s turn. It was the night of our first time, luckily it didn’t show anything inappropriate but it was the lead up to it. It was passionate and it was the first night we opened up to each other. I opened up about my family and he opened up about his feelings and told me how he felt, it was the first night he realised that he could love and he could actually have a happy ending. His grip on my hand became tighter as he watched that memory vanish forever.

It was finally my turn, it shown the night I introduced Alec to my parents. I brought him round to my parents house and we all had dinner. My dad was so protective and asked him loads of questions and the look of panic on Alec’s face was priceless! It was the only time I had actually seen his scared of someone, my mum loved him. She said he was kind and she knew that he was the one for me. It was the night I realised that Alec was my soul mate. I wanted to break the circle and just run to my room. When my memory had gone I couldn’t hold it in any longer and I just burst into tears. Alec didn’t know what to do, he wanted to come and comfort me but we couldn’t break the circle.

He started shouting, “Y/N it’s gonna be okay!”. I looked at him but I couldn’t hear anything else, the thunder noise grew louder and louder and we were swept up for a second and crashed back down onto the ground. It took a minute for me to get to my feet but when I did I realised we weren’t in the courtyard of the institute anymore. We were in Edom. It was dull, everywhere was near enough pitch black apart from fire and flames that lit the place up a bit. The screams, roars and screeches of demons filled the atmosphere. But we didn’t have time to take the beautiful surroundings in as demons came running towards us from every direction.
“GUYS QUICK”, I shouted, grabbing my seraph blade from my holster, as they were all only just recovering from the fall.

After several arrows, knives, blades and axes had been thrown there was only 1 figure in the distance and we all knew who it was. So much anger and hate grew inside of me. Alec recognised this and pulled me back by gabbing my arm. Johnathan started to run at us, I jolted out of Alec’s grip and ran at him.
“Y/N NO!”. Alec shouted behind me but nothing was enough to stop me now. Our blades clang together as they collided in the air. I swung for his stomach, he defended himself. He swung for my face, I ducked. He kicked the blade out of my hands, knowing I had no other weapons left I swung my fist and it made contact with his face. He stood back, wiping the blood away from his bust lip. I picked up my blade from the ground and readied myself again. I looked over at the others, more and more demons were circling them.
“Do you even remember them?”. I asked, squinting my eyes in hatred. We walked in circles facing each other, like lions prowling and waiting for the other to make the next move. “Do you remember slaughtering my parents?”, I spat the question out with as much poison I could muster.
He smirked and lunged towards me, knocking me to the ground. He stood over me, gliding his finger tips on the surface of his seraph blade. Every move was threatening.
“I do remember killing your parents. I remember their screams and their pathetic plea to spare their lives, it was music to my ears. I rather enjoyed killing them, watching them suffer. You see I did it because of you, I wanted you to crumble. You were the one that I was most worried about, you were strong and powerful but once I killed them, I took that all away. Now you’re pathetic and weak because thats what happens when you love someone. I’ll slaughter Alec and everyone of your friends until everyone you care about is dead”, his smirk took form of a full smile now.
Rage filled inside of me, he did not get to take the rest of my family away from me. I kicked at both of his legs and he fell on his back letting out a grunt. I grabbed my blade and stood over him.
“I forgive you. Because I feel sorry for you. You’ve never loved and you’ve never been loved. You’ll never have something special with anyone…”. I crouched down and looked him in the eye, “…that’s weakness”. I drove my sword into his chest and backed away, watching the black demon blood spill from his mouth and run from his wound. Then he lay motionless. I heard footsteps grow louder and louder behind me but I couldn’t take my eyes off of Johnathan’s body.
“Y/N are you okay?! Are you hurt?”. Alec pulled me into a tight hug and then assessed my body to see if there were any wounds. All the others caught up and stared at the body that lay before them.
Alec noticed that I was in shock, “He can’t hurt you anymore”.
“He said he was going to kill you guys…I couldn’t lose you too”. I burst into tears and buried myself into his chest.

After I had calmed down, Magnus arranged us into a circle again to summon Azazel so we could get home. The thunder and the smoke came once again and the booming voice echoed.
“If you wish to go back, someone must pay the price”.
Magnus spoke, elements of curiosity and worry visible in his voice, “And what would that be?”.
Azazel broke into a laugh, “I want more than one memory. From one of you I want your entire memory and knowledge of the shadow world”. Izzy gasped.
“Azazel please, there has to be something else you could desire from us”, Jace pleaded but it was no use. Azazel had made up his mind and it was final.
No one spoke for a while, we were allowed to break the circle until we made a decision, Azazel could take form in Edom so he didn’t need to stay in the pentagram.
“I’ll do it”, I whispered, too quiet for anyone to hear.
“What?”, Alec asked coming closer to me.
“I’ll do it”, I shouted so that everyone could hear me.
Alec flipped, “NO NO NO! You’re not doing it and thats final”.
“Alec if I forget about the shadow world, I forget about knowing how my parents died”.
“Y/N if you do this you will be a mundane-“.
I cut him off, “Alec I was a mundane for 16 years of my life”. I walked and placed a hand on his cheek, “I’ll be okay”.
Jace walked closer to me, “Y/N you can’t do this, we can find another way”.
“Jace we know there isn’t another way, we can’t compromise with a greater demon…You guys have been in this world way longer than me, I’ve only been here for 3 years-“.
This time Alec interrupted “You’ll forget about me…you’ll forget about all of us”. He was crying, he was too upset to hide it and there wasn’t a dry eye from anyone.
“Alec I will never forget you. And in my heart I will always be sure that I will never forget any of you”. I turned to face him and lifted his chin up so his eyes met mine. “I can’t express how much I love you Alec. You are my everything. But I have to do this, for me..and I can’t let anyone else do it, it’s not fair”.
“I’ll do it, just please don’t do it. I need you, you’re the only person I have ever loved and you’re the one who taught me how. I can’t do any of this without you. Please Y/N”. Every word made everything harder and harder to the point where I was uncontrollably crying.
“We’ll meet again Alec. I’m sure of it. We have something so special t-that it will make us find our…our way back to each other”. I tried to smile as I lifted his head up again, “And hey, we can fall in love all over again and it will be the most amazing thing”.

After we had a minute, I wiped my tears away and turned to the others to see Clary gasping for air in Jace’s arms because she was crying that bad. Jace was staring at me with tears rolling down his face and Izzy and Simon were buried into each other. Magnus stood with Clary, looking down at the floor.
I moved from Alec’s side, ready to say my goodbyes.

I went to Magnus first, “Bye poppet…I will always look out for you, I promise”.
“You always have”, I smiled, making my grip on our hug get tighter. “Thank you for everything Magnus, I can’t thank you enough for what you have done for me”.

Next was Clary, she went from Jace’s arms to mine, still hysterically sniffling into my shoulder. “My little ginger nut! Don’t cry, everything is going to be fine”. I held in the urge to cry will her because I knew things weren’t going to be fine, far from it. “Thank you for being the best best friend. You’ve grown so much and I’m so lucky I got to witness that. You’ve gone from the clumsy oaf that I knew from the get go that I wanted to be best friends with to one bad ass demon slayer that I am in awe over! I love you”.
She pulled away, wiping her hair away from her face, “Thank you for being the best best friend a girl could ask for”. I gave her another tight hug and a kiss and then it was Jace’s turn.

He gathered me in his arms and held me tight. “Thank you so much for protecting me all these years Jace. No matter what the situation you always had my back, you don’t know how much it all meant to me”.
“Hey what are big bros for”, he winked as he let me go. I always said Jace was like the big brother I never had, he was always there ready to beat someone up whenever I was upset (that included Alec sometimes).

Next up was Simon, “The only vamp that I have ever liked!”, I said with a teasing smirk, “I never saw you as a vampire Simon, you were always just Simon to me. Whatever you were none of that mattered and I want you to remember that. But if you hurt Izzy I will find you…and I will kill you”. He nodded and smiled, appreciating the ‘Taken” quote, too upset for words. I hugged him and whispered in his ear, “When you pop the question make sure you take her to a star wars marathon, it will be so romantic!”. He had been planning on proposing to Izzy after the Jonathan situation had be handled. He nodded again and stepped back so I could get to Izzy.

“Where do I start with you Iz. You were the best parabatai I could’ve ever asked for. We were one and we will forever be one. I will always cherish and I will never forget our times together, like that time we both got ridiculously drunk and stumbled into the institute and your mum was stood waiting for us and you puked all over her shoes! She was so pissed”. She eventually formed a smile and stood to give me a hug.
She whispered in my ear, “We’ll be parabatai forever, no matter what”.
“No matter what”, I repeated.

Alec was the last one. I looked over to where I had left him, still slumped on the floor, staring in the same place. I walked over and knelt next to him. I put my head on his shoulder and he cuddled me into his chest.
“You were my first love…the first person I have ever loved…the person I will always love. I love y-you Alec Lightwood, and nothing will ever make me forget that. This isn’t the end for us”.
We just sat there, in each others arms. That was until Azazel’s voice was heard again, “Have you come to a decision?”. He really was evil.
Everyone stood. I kissed Alec, wrapping my hands around his neck. It was the most passionate kiss we had ever had and it felt like it lasted for hours. We broke off and formed the circle again, “You can take my memories, just get me and my friends home”. Azazel spoke a language that none of us recognised and we started to lift from the ground again.
“Y/N! I LOVE YOU”. Alec screamed over the thunder.
“I LOVE YOU TOO”.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                    ••••

“Module 2 exam is on Monday folks so please use this weekend to revise and don’t leave it last minute, class dismissed”.
I walked out of college and headed to the library to get a head start on my studying when someone walked into the side of me, knocking me and all of my books to the floor.
“Hey watch where you’re going jerk!”. I shouted, picking myself up.
“I’m so sorry, here let me help”.
I got up and dusted the mud off my jeans. The guy stood up from picking my books up and my knees went weak. He was so tall and so gorgeous, messy dark hair and deep brown puppy dog eyes. He did an adorable smirk, obviously knowing that I was staring at him.
“Th-thanks for picking my books up”.
“Oh yeah no problem”, he handed me them back and our hands touched. I was freaking out on the inside but tried to keep my cool on the outside.
I kept staring, it was weird. I recognised him but I had no clue who he was, “Have we ever met before? There’s just something about you that seems so familiar”.
He scratched behind his head and smiled adorably, “I’m sure I would have remembered…well it was nice-“.
Before I could process what I was going to say my words came out like word vomit, “Do you fancy getting some coffee sometime or something?”. The minute I said it I regretted it, he was going to turn me down and it will officially be the worst and most embarrassing moment of my life.
He kept on smiling and he looked me in the eyes, “I would love to get coffee with you”.
I grinned so widely that I began to think that I started to look like a serial killer. “I’m free now?”.
“That’s perfect…here let me”. He took my books off me and carried them as we walked to the nearest coffee shop.
“I’m Y/N by the way”.
“Alec”.

A Blue Prince To Own, Chapter 10

My clothes are beautiful, expertly crafted, befitting of me, Lotor claims with such enchanting, love sick eyes.

Though, along with my wardrobe being ready, my Galra approved education had also begun which I don’t exactly oppose school. My experiences with school socializing were borderline traumatic and the stress of heavy school work even more so. However, this education last only about two hours a day and I have a personal teacher who answers every question I ask without a hint of amusement. I requested that I don’t have to sit in that patronizing school chair, and without any questions, I was catered to. I’m living… like royalty, really.

And the Galra Empire is fairly interesting. Of course, Lotor’s doing what he can to restore the will his father had so ruthlessly stolen from his people, changing the way things operate. Lotor, before we go to sleep, will let me play with his hair and tell me tales from thousands of years ago, engrained into the foundation in which this empire was built. Tales of betrayal, manipulation, death, tragedy, the slow maddening that obsession can ensue when taken a few steps too far. I will sink into a soothing rest with his charming voice as a lullaby, a rope of pure, unbelievably soft hair clutched in my tired hand.

Though, the stress is slowly leaving my body, I still sleep so often. I’m eating more than I ever have, I think. There’s always more to try, sample, consume. Lotor says to me I should eat when I can, that I should be pampered, spoiled. Somewhat, I believe him. Or maybe I don’t care about anything he’s said to me and I am just hungry.

From this, however, I’m thickening a little. I can see why Hunk loved food so much. I don’t care about the effects as long as I can keep feeling full, loved, and not so starved metaphorically and literally, as I had on that forsaken ship. I think of them, the Paladin’s of Voltron, then Lotor gives me another gift, and they are pushed far from my mind as the reflection in my eyes is golden, glossy, rich. And I never refuse this. How could a greedy man reject this dream?

When I’m not eating or sleeping, I cling tight to Lotor’s side, even when he shows obvious discomfort at my presence. He claims it’s because a jewel such as myself is welcomed to stand by him always, but I should not burden myself with the same responsibilities he is. Slowly, I’m starting to believe he thinks I’m incompetent as well. Though, instead of sinking into that same abyss of self loathe and pity I had, I use this to my advantage.

“Don’t be dumb, Princey. I just don’t wanna sit around all day. I’ll go freaking crazy by myself all quintent.”

He smiles like a child, with joy lighting up his eyes. They look exquisite, enchanting. In the darkest part of my mind that is growing so quickly, I wonder if he would pull them out and give them to me. Would that be morbid or beautiful? A bit of both? Why is this so hard to figure out? “Of course! Humans are social creatures. I apologize, my love, for leaving you alone so often. The duties of a prince are so taxing.”

“It’s okay. You’re cute, so I’ll let you off with a warning.”

His pointed ears flutter. Is that endearment? He flushes a lovely shade of darker purple. “You are the light of the life, my Blue Prince. The most precious thing in the world, to me.”

And he only ever adds fuel to the fire. “Awesome, Princey. I’m glad I make you feel that way.”

Does this love like obsession make even the most powerful of soldiers susceptible to manipulation? It seems… like it.

I study him, mostly. Around his generals, he is stern, snake like, twisting words around and sending them into losing battles. I seem to be the only one he has a soft spot for. His eyes narrow if anyone so much as glances at me. Jealously boils hot in him when I respond as I would in any other normal circumstances.

Somewhere, along the way, I find out that peace was not exactly Lotor’s intention. At least, not with Voltron. Among the enslaved planets, he does want their loyalty, not their fear (as condescending as he is in those battles, I’m not surprised he can feign those intentions to make others become apart of the new and improved Galra Empire where mercy is a common practice of course for later psychological warfare), but he was never going to let Voltron go free. I ask him why he chose to take me into his home, spoil me rotten, treat me with such undying kindness, when I was the Blue Paladin.

He simply responds, “Because I love you. And love is even more powerful than an old vendetta. I knew I had to have you, before thinking of destroying Voltron. With this new order, the universe needs no protection. We are one, in this way. A one Voltron cannot be apart of because of their biases and my own distaste for them.”

That’s right. They were all so biased. Against the Galra. Once upon a time, I was as well. But, I have learned that the Galra are a people torn to shreds by their own leader. With a new one, one who is not a tyrant, it will rise again, a healthier version of its former. This is ensured, Lotor explains, by the death of his parents.

“Right,” I nod my head with a gentle smile, “They couldn’t like actually keep living? They’d just try to steal the throne and be jerks again! That throne is all yours, Princey. You did,” I kiss his neck and sigh, “what you had to.”

“No guilt, nor remorse.” He says back quietly. “However, I do feel as though I’ve betrayed them. Without their cruelty, I could never have become the Galra I am now.”

“Pfft,” I shove him and snort, “that’s a total load of bull! It’s not like they shaped you well. You’re messed the heckie up!”

His face falls and I grab his cheeks with my (chubbier than I remember) hands. “Messed the heckie up?” He asks, speech impaired from the corners of his mouth meeting.

“Total whack-a-doodle, dude.” I confirm with a nod, letting go on his face to kiss the purple flesh with faint hand prints on them. “You manipulate people for kicks. You’ve got an unhealthy obsession with yours truly. You’re obviously suffering major trust issues. You’re also somewhat trapped as a child? I’ll assume that’s from some sort of gross sexual molestation or something. And you just killed your parents, Princey. I’d call that,” I give a chaste kiss to his worried lips, “messed the heckie up.”

“I… suppose, I am.” He slumps forward, forehead on my shoulder. “I apologize for being ‘messed the heckie up’, my love. You deserve much better than I.”

These are the vulnerable sides he will only ever show to me and I’m suffering from a rush that’s making my head spin. “Hm,” I hum, tugging the clip holding the top part of his long hair up loose, “I don’t know. I think I can accept you. Who knows, maybe you’ll let me become your… second in command?”

He blanches. “Second in command? But, you should be protected a - and kept safe and sound within my ship, I don’t know if I could ever - ”

I frown and give him a cold look. “Of course, if you don’t think I’m good enough, I could always just go back to being a Paladin. I can be insulted there, too. I just… thought you might’ve actually cared about me.” I’ve always been good at having a poker face. I’d done it for so long at the Garrison and again in the castle. “I guess I was wrong? Do you want me to leave as soon as I can, Princey?”

The hesitation and skepticism leave his eyes as fast as the color leaves his flesh. “Of course not, my darling!” His face breaks out in a nervous smile as he pats my head in reassurance. I offer him a smile. “V… Very well then. If a position as my second in command is what you desire, then that is what you will get.” He swallows. His throat looks yummy. “I… would give the universe to you. Just for you to stay by me.”

I grin, slow and sly and climb into his lap, where his ears go flat against the sides of his head. I wrap my arms around his neck, press my mouth against his pulse and feel the life of another living creature, right beneath my teeth. He is all mine, mine, mine, pined beneath me like willing prey and I’ve never felt less like dying in my entire life. “Perfect!” The vibrations of my words against his flesh make him shudder and I chuckle, a sound that’s surprising dark, even to me. “Now, let’s engage in something… naughty, Prince Lotor.”

His head nods as if he is possessed.

Yeah, this is perfect.

As his second in command, I’m required to go on missions with him, and give him advice on what to do. I believe he’s smart enough to figure it out on his own. I only tell him when he’s been too lost in conversation with his generals to watch out for asteroids. Look at maps and try and find good routes to get where we’re heading when I’m bored. Eventually, there’s a particularly heated battle, where I see Voltron for the first time.

With one rebellious, out of control, blue lion.

I can’t help but laugh until my stomach cramps because what a bunch of morons. They were all so invested in Slav’s predications, only for it to be untrue! Blue can’t be piloted by Matt, nor Allura, because she is loyal to me, even as I’ve abandoned Voltron. They need me. However, I don’t need them.

In a moment of peace, Keith speaks out, voice amplified and his lion’s jaws wide. “We need… Lance! We need him back! We know he’s with you and we need to tell him - ”

“We’re sorry!” Hunk intercepts passionately. Oh, unexpected. Then again, we’ve been best friends for years, our task was to stay by each other and help each other through our rough patches and Matt could never replace me there. He’s probably fairing awfully without me. Jeez, I’m spending so much time with Lotor, my internal dialogue is starting to sound like his English Professor vocab. “It’s his choice whether he forgives us or not, but tell him we’re so sorry!”

“I’m sorry for treating you unfairly!” Shiro shouts next and his voice is thick, strained. “It doesn’t matter why, there aren’t any excuses for being a bad leader when your teammate is suffering!”

“I’m sorry for never listening to you, even when you were just trying to help!” Pidge says. Their voice sounds teary. “I treated you like shit and it’s been hell without you!”

“I was a terrible friend!” Hunk’s voice is sobbing. “I a - abandoned you even when I’m always supposed to b - be there for you! Ever since G- Garrison!”

“I’m sorry too!” Allura’s voice projects through Blue’s maw. “I ignored you when you just needed an ear to listen! I pushed you away, we all did, but I have no excuses for what I did!”

“I took everyone’s attention!” Matt’s voice also speaks up through the Blue Lion and I cock my head curiously. Neither of them can even get her to stop flying like a psychopath? Pathetic. “And I didn’t pay any to you! I treated you like a nuisance that was just in the… in the way.” His voice cracks near the end.

“And I’m sorry for using you.” Keith is crying, sobbing, loudly. “I used you and I didn’t - didn’t know how to say that I love you and I said awful things to you instead and y - you didn’t deserve any of that. Please.” He’s begging. Begging, now. “Please, just come back to us. Can you t- tell him all that?” He sniffles.

Lotor looks at me with rounded, watery eyes, mouth agape. I slide over from my seat, kiss the tip of his nose and gesture him away from his own chair. He unclips his seatbelt obediently as I take a seat, press the communication button and lean my mouth to the microphone.

“This is Lance, your local Tailor, speaking.” I say cooly, smoothing back my hair impulsively. “You know, they call me the Tailor because of how I thread the needle.”

Lotor giggles like a school girl. “You’re the most precious thing!” He coos.

“Thanks, babe.” I wink at him before turning back to the task at hand. “And I’d like to say, I recognize each of your heartfelt apologizes.” Images of me sobbing my heart out in the shower every night, just begging silently for some help. “I understand that you need me back so desperately now, with the entire Galra Empire trying to wipe you out.” I remember so suddenly every time I’d been interrupted and yelled at, cast out, ignored, overlooked. “That you are desperate, begging for my assistance in this grim, horrible war.”

This is all you’re useful for.

“You guys… really need me.” I smile, thinking about how I cried so hard in the shower I puked and the chunks clogged the drain. “I’m… wanted in Voltron. You guys are like my family. And I really missed you when I first left.”

I think about how hot the tears felt on my cheeks as Keith fucked me, then the feeling of his foot in my ribs, the knuckles upon my face. “But, I don’t need you anymore!” I exclaim gleefully. I start laughing, hard, hysterically. “Oh, boohoo, you need me!” Lotor starts to chuckle behind from my side. “You want me to come back so I can feel like shit all over again? When I’m living like royalty? Fat fucking chance! You can cry some more though, that’s hilarious!” I wipe a cheerful tear off of my cheek. “All I can say to you Voltron morons is fuck you and long live the Galra Empire!”

I missed them. But, as the darkness in my mind expands to reaches its never seen before, those parts of me are being consumed. To prosper is to consume, my Prince has taught me.

In the end, Voltron retreats tactfully, sustaining major injuries. Though, they can’t form Voltron anymore, right? They’re just a band of powerless rebels now, unable to wield the most powerful weapon in the universe because I’m no longer at there beck and call.

Once upon a time, I would sob myself ugly because those fools did not need nor want me.

Now, the opposite is true.

I hope they now have a taste of what I felt every. Fucking. Day.

I hope they eat the whole thing up.

Chapter 11: https://langst-mccpain.tumblr.com/post/164121636360/a-blue-prince-to-own-chapter-11

Being Bruce Wayne’s Childhood Friend Turned Girlfriend Would Include...

Being Bruce Wayne’s Childhood Friend Turned Girlfriend would include…

Warnings: swearing. Im sorry im like this.

 

- Both of you meeting at a banquet when you were just five

- You played tag

- “YOU’LL NEVER CATCH ME WAYNE!!!” “WATCH ME (L/N)!!”

- You got caught

   - A lot

- “I told you I was better!” *you blow raspberry*

- “Mom! Look! I have a new friend!! His name is Bruce!” “Hello Madam! I’m Bruce!”

   - T h e y  lo v e  h i m

      - Who doesn’t??¿¿

- “Bruuuuuuuuuuuuuucey!” “What’s wrong?!” “Can I have some water please?”

“Mommy, can (y/n) sleep over?” “Of course!

- His parents a d o r e you

- They always invite you over

- You accompany him on his yearly hikes with his dad

- You always play around the manor with him and Alfred

  - Usually tag and hide and seek

- “BRUCE WHY DID YOU BREAK THAT VASE??¿¿” “IT WASN’T ME IT WAS (Y/N)!”

T~I~M~E S~K~I~P 5 YEARS

- He asked you out on your first ‘date’ on his tenth birthday ball

- It was on the hike; that year you both went alone

- He said “Look! (F/C) rocks!”

  - O B V I O U S L Y you followed them

- It lead to a bouquet of corndogs

  - Because you don’t care for flowers and UHM F O O D

- The card is a big cake with (F/C) frosting forming “Will you be my date to the ball?”

   - O f  c o u r s e

- You didn’t really think of it as a date; you were just ten at the time and you didn’t care about boys that way

- At the ball, you had a simple white dress and he was wearing an adorable suit and tie.

- You stayed at the snack bar and played with him; because EWWWW DANCING WITH A BOY

   - c o o t i e s

- Then your parents forced you

- “BUT I DON’T KNOW HOW TO DANCE”

   - “Ow that’s my foot!”

   - “Dude my knee!”

   - “F U N N Y B O N E”

- You just swayed around when the slow song came on

- Then you saw him smile as he placed his hand on your waist and felt a SBDOSBFJSHSOFBFUXNSL right in your heart and you fucking knew you loved this boy

- You were just ten but you knew for a fact that you were gonna marry this boy

   - “I dare you to tell me I won’t marry him, (o/b/f/n). I fucking dare you.”

- So, at the end of the day, when you went back home

- You fucking kissed his cheek before running away

- You didn’t see him hold a hand to his cheek and blush madly

- And you didn’t know that he felt the same thing as you had earlier

T~I~M~E~S~K~I~P 3 YEARS

- WHEN HIS PARENTS DIED HE CRIED HIS HEART OUT ON YOUR SHOULDER THAT NIGHT

- You arrived at the crime scene not giving a flying fuck when the cops said you couldn’t trespass

- “(y/n)… They’re gone… I’ll never get to tell them I love them anymore…” “Bruce, I’m here for you… Always.”

- Ofc you cried With him; They were like your second parents

- Alfred often called you over during the time he wanted to test himself

  • “BRUCE!” “It’s okay, it’s just a little burn.” “YOUR WHOLE HAND IS RED”
  • “Eat.” “I’m not hungry.” “Eat, or I swear I’m gonna shove this down your throat.”

One day, you were invited over.

  • “Is it a special occasion?” “No, I just want you to see something…”

- It was getting to watch his Training with Alfred.

- G o d d a m n  

- H e  l o o k e d  s o  g o o d

- He was so concentrated

- And that’s when you discovered something new

  - “BOYS CAN BE HOT WTF”

T H E N

- You saw some girl appear next to you

- She was so quiet you got fucking scared

- “Hey.” “H-hey… I like your hair, it looks fucking awesome.” “Thanks, I’m Selina, but my friends call me Cat.”

- “Hi (y/n)! You’ve met Cat, I see? :)” “Yes I have; w-why is she here??”

   - ((B e i n g  l o w k e y  j e a l o u s))

- “She saw who killed my parents.”

- You being like I JUST FUCKING MET THIS GIRL AND SHE ALREADY STOLE HIM

- Trying to hide it but she knows what’s up

- She’s so fucking disrespectful to Alfred you have to restrain yourself from attacking her

- When she left you turned to Bruce

- “Who the f-” “Ahem, Miss. (l/n).” “Sorry, Alfred. Who the fricketty-frack?!”

- “I told you!” “WHY IS SHE HERE?!” “She needs to get accommodated and acquainted with me if she’s going to testify.”

- “Ah. I c.” “Why are you so con-” “nO rEaSoN.”

T H E N

- You had come over to his house to speak with him about your feelings for him and what do you walk in on?

- Cat kissing him.

- A n d  h i m  k i s s i n g  b a c k

   - You hid ofc.

- “Do you fucking think im ever going to let him look at me again?¿?¿”

- You were running away as you bumped into Alfred and he asked if you were okay.

   - Your eyes started welling up with tears as you said “Absolutely.”

- You didn’t want to see him anymore. It hurt a lot to see him love someone else.

- You were thirteen, and had experienced heartbreak. It’s not like you enjoyed it. It felt terrible; you wanted to die. You felt unloved and useless to anyone.

- One day your phone rang

   - “Ms. (l/n), Master Bruce would very much appreciate If you came by for a short visit-”

   - “No.”

L I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I E S

- You came over. You were gonna tell him.

   - Screw the consequences.

- You walked in on the same fucking girl.

- But Bruce was crying.

- “I didn’t see who killed your parents. I lied.”

- “BITCH I HOPE THE FUCK YOU DO”

- You punched her in the face and she scratched your cheek.

- She left with a bloody nose :)

- “AND IF I SEE YOU NEAR HIM AGAIN ITS TO APOLOGIZE YOU FUCKING CUNT.”

  • You turned back to him and he was still teary eyed
  • You hugged him so hard he had to say “I-I can’t breathe…”
  • When you pulled back you looked at him
  • The young boy you had always known to be a little happy joker ((hehe)) was turning into a man, bent on justice.
  • And you still loved him.
  • So you kissed him.
  • He was taken aback, but kissed back
  • He placed his hands on your waist and yours on his shoulders
  • You kissed for like five minutes but it wasn’t enough
  • Alfred was the one who ruined it
  • “Master Bruce- oh my…” “Alfred I can explai-” “FINALLY!”
  • “I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS BLOODY DAY SINCE HIS TENTH BIRTHDAY.” He chants as he stomps around the mansion
  • “So… How long have you liked me Bruce…?”
  • “Since my tenth birthday ball… What about you?”
  • “The same thing…”
  • That one question burning your insides. So you let it out
  • “Why did you kiss Selina?”
  • “I didn't… She kissed me…”
  • Tears forming and him wiping them away when they fall
  • “I only love you, (y/n)…”


((bts thats not my gif :)))

DC CW tv show openings:

Arrow: I spent 5 years on an island… lol jk no i didnt

Flash: I am the fastest man alive… lol jk no im not

Legends of Tomorrow: They will become Legends… lol jk no they wont

His Remedy - [BTS] Jungkook!Au

[A/N] My friend asked me what song comes into mind when I think of Jeon Jungkook, and truthfully? I couldn’t think of a better song than Lana Del Rey’s “Young & Beautiful”

Father told you to hide behind the closet and you did as told, without much question. You were just twelve but you understood everything. With as much power as your father had, it was only natural that he was taken, the way he did.  

Even though eleven years had passed, the memory stays vivid in your mind. Squeezing your eyes hard, breathing heavily will never make it better. Your hands tremble as you reach your mug of lukewarm water, sipping nervously. Unfiltered thoughts rushed out your tongue but unsaid, as you stood up, holding the edges of the desk, as you walked. Your knees almost give way until you caught yourself. You stare at that leather chair your father sat on, your grandfather sat on, your great grandfather sat on. That leather chair is where wretched plans were made. It had your father’s stained blood on them when he was shot.

They try to take the ‘throne’ away, not knowing that the heir is armed and ready.

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How long has it been oh my lanta. 

I’m trying to catch up on some requests rn so here’s one I’ve recently finished. Again, I got carried away haha, but nonetheless I hope you enjoy. 

Yes, I can. I’m sorry if this is a mess huhu

Originally posted by gyllxenhaal

Saved by Vodka 

(Pietro Cutie Tipsy NOT DEAD Maximoff x Cutie Angel Pie Reader) 

It was a quiet day at the tower. Yes, the windows were shattered and the floor as still littered with broken glass and fallen debris, but it was nothing but quiet. Y/N’s brother and his super-friends were out of town and she had the lab all to herself. Don’t get her wrong, she was worried about the battle in Sokovia, and was pretty pissed off at Tony for having created a megabot that wanted to destroy all mankind for this new “perfect” generation to reign, but she was requested by Tony and the rest of the team to stay put in the tower and wait until they got back. They made it pretty clear that she was much more useful here than there. So she obliged- she had her music plugged in, the speakers up in full blast as she worked on some apology notes and checks to the towns and cities the Avengers have recently destroyed. She was very known to the UN by her charm and her notes and donations were always greatly appreciated.

Her music was cut by a phone call… from Pepper.

“Oh shit,” she mumbled before answering the call and shutting her eyes, bracing herself just as Tony should be, “Hi, Pepper,”

“Y/N, where in hell is your brother?!” She screamed on the other end of the line. Y/N winced at her tone, proceeding with her work. Her voice came out casual but at the same time strained, as if she didn’t want to have the conversation, which is most definitely true, “He’s at Sokovia-,”

“Sokovia? Where’s Sokovia?!”

“Eastern Europe, if I’m right.”

“What? Did he really create that murder bot?! Patch me through to him, now!”

“Sorry, Pepper,” Y/N sighed, sliding her chair from one end of the room to another to retrieve her juice box, “I can’t,”

“What do you mean you can’t?”

“Pretty busy right now,”

“Ask Jarvis!”

“Jarvis isn’t available right now either.”

In the background from Pepper’s end of the phone call, the sound of the screams on television alerted Y/N that she was watching the news… which is probably what she should be doing too… “What’s that purple thing?!”

“That’s Vision,” Y/N informed her calmly, “Jarvis is kinda in him.”

“There’s another murder bot?!”

“Not really, he’s kind of the good guy… which Tony also kind of created.”

“Oh my-” Pepper’s volume was lowered just as she began her rant as another voice joined in on their conversation. “Hey, Y/N,”

“Hey, Tony,”

“Tony fucking Stark!” Pepper exclaimed and Tony’s face visibly scrunched up into a cringe, “Hey, honey, how’s Canada?”

“Don’t you how’s Canada me! I leave you alone for two minutes and-”

“Baby, look, I love you, okay? But we have a life on the line and I really have to go. Talk to you later, I’ll send you flowers, I miss you, I love you. Bye,” Tony ended her call from his suit and went back to talking with his sister. He quickly turned to her and glared, “Did you tell on me?”

Y/N shook her head, “Nope. What’s the sitch?”

“We have a fallen soldier. Need you to get to the medical bay ASAP. Don’t worry about the doors. I’ll be there with Helen and the body in ten.”

“The body?”

“Bye, Y/N, I love you, I miss you, I’ll send you flowers!” Tony smirked and hung up, leaving Y/N a confused heap.

-

Y/N watched as her brother walked on the launchpad, a jet following after him. He phased out of his armor and brought his sister into his arms for a hug. They acted so casual, as if there wasn’t just a worldwide threat going after their asses. The thing was, Y/N had been born into this life. Their father worked for SHIELD, so she knew the risks of losing a family member. She’s been more of a homebody- always tinkering in the labs and, more recently, the medical bay. Ever since she found out about her abilities, she’d spent more of her time in the clinic, helping out with injuries within the team.

Y/N had the power to heal any type of injury, although she hasn’t really explored them all that much. Only Tony knew about what she could do- she’d almost told Bruce once but she had second thoughts… So up until now, she was an inexperienced healer.

“I need you to revive a body,” Tony deadpanned, walking with her to the clinic.

“A body?! Like a-a dead body?!”

“His heart just stopped beating six minutes ago, there’s still time,” Tony shrugged and pushed her into the clinic where some agents had already carried a body in. She gaped at the dead man on the table and looked at Tony, “I can’t do this,”

“Yes, you can,” Tony said, his voice lowering, turning serious. “Look, this guy saved Clint’s and a kid’s life. He’s a good kid… And he has a sister.”

“Tony… I don’t…”

“I just thought that, if I’d lost you and I knew something could be done,” Tony frowned. He cared about his sister dearly, having been the only family left in his life, “I could never live with myself.” Tony put his hands on her shoulders and gave her an almost pleading look, “I know you can do this,”

That was enough to get her up and going, doing everything she could to fix up the dead man on her table. First, she healed his wounds, speeding up the process of the regeneration cradle, next she fixed all the internal bleeding, and then she started him up. She placed both her hands on his chest and took a deep breath. Tony was in the corner, watching out for her, ready to help her if it got too much for her to handle. Helen and a few more nurses who were in the room were asked to step aside as Y/N used her abilities. It was a sight to see for them- a “medical phenomenon”, Helen had muttered under her breath.

Y/N’s hands began to glow a misty gold as she gave everything in her to get his heart beating again. She felt the energy in her slowly starting to drain out. She didn’t notice Tony’s hands holding her upright.

“Okay, I think that’s enough,” Tony told her, yet doing nothing to pull her away. He knew better than that. Y/N shook her head, glancing at the heart monitor

“No, I almost got it,” Y/N slurred. Her vision getting increasingly blurry as she tried to focus on the man’s- Pietro’s- paling face. She’s never done anything to this extent with her powers before. It was draining her.

“Y/N! I said that’s enough!”

“Shh, Tony,” Y/N mumbled, exerting everything into the situation at hand until there was a beep and then there was a gasp and then there was nothing.


 

Y/N opened her eyes to her brother towering over her. She was on the couch, in the living room, surrounded by the Avengers. From the looks of it, they’d been watching the whole fiasco in the clinic and they wanted answers.

“Hey, Superstar,” Tony smiled once Y/N came to, “How you feeling?”

“Drained,” Y/N rasped, “Thirsty. Hot.”

“Got iced tea, extra ice and, um…” Steve frowned, looking into the glass he’d been holding, “No tea.”

“Water. Iced water.” Tony rolled his eyes and grabbed the glass from Steve to give to Y/N. With a little chuckle, she accepted the glass and sat upright. It was then that she noticed the new girl who was standing beside Clint by her feet.

The girl introduced herself as soon as she noticed Y/N’s attention had been directed to her, “Hello… I am Wanda Maximoff.”

“Hey,” she replied, reaching out to shake the girl’s hand. Wanda took a quick glance at Tony hesitantly before she looked back at Y/N, “You saved my brother. Thank you.”

Y/N let out a sigh of relief. So he was okay… so she did it.

“It’s not a problem,” she said and gave the dead man’s sister a soft smile. “I’m happy to help.”

“I was wrong about you, Mister Stark,” Wanda confessed, “Ever since I saw your name on the shell that killed my parents, I had thought you were the evilest thing the world could conjure up.”

Tony let out a puff.

“I thought that ending you would make things easier, save more lives; rid the world of such animosity… but I was wrong. I had never thought you and your family would bring me back my only family left. For this, Mister Stark, I humble myself. I’m deeply sorry for misjudging you.” At this, Tony smiled, and reached forward to shake Wanda’s hand.

“If it’s any consolation,” he said, looking around him, “It looks like you’ve gotten more than you’ve bargained for.”

Just as Wanda was to ask what he meant by that, Clint already had an arm around her, “Welcome to the family, kiddo! We have Taco Tuesdays and the rest we either get Chinese or pizza.”


It was no surprise that Tony threw a party a few weeks after that. In the span of that time, Y/N had only seen Pietro twice, only because she’d been busy going around to pay for things Tony broke. She has bonded with Wanda a few times though, when they would go out to shop for clothes.

That night would be the third time she would encounter Pietro.

She was sitting on the bar, having her third drink and chatting with Steve when Pietro saw her from across the room. Just as the other times he’d seen her, he felt a tug in his heart that made him want to get closer to her. Oh how he wanted to just talk to her, to be able to spend some time with her and show her how grateful he is to her for bringing him back.

“Party, drink, nice outfit,” Tony listed as he approached Pietro, eyeing him closely, “Eyes on my sister- something is bubbling in that little white skull of yours and I don’t think I like it.”

Pietro didn’t drop his gaze, “Hush, old man, I am thinking.”

Tony groaned, “If it’s about Y/N, I want you to stop.”

“How did you…”

“I already have Steve to worry about.” Tony explained. Upon realizing this, he chugs down his drink in distress. When he resurfaced to tell Pietro off about his little crush, the asshat was already gone. Tony looked around and then at his glass, “I need a bigger glass.”

 

“No way, so you’re telling me the boats were too heavy?” Y/N laughed at Steve’s story. He nodded and raised his drink in confirmation, “No one really understood what the beeping noise was all about until we all got off.”

Y/N laughed, “That’s amazing,”

“Yeah, well, it would have been much better if you were there.” Steve smiled, looking at her almost a little too flirtatiously, “Things are always better when you’re around.”

Y/N’s face flushed as she looked down to take a sip of her drink, “That’s so sweet of you, Steve.” Steve was a nice man, with an extremely amazing heart of gold. The world could only dream of having someone as amazing as he was, yet although he shows her a certain amount of interest- and she appreciates it- she doesn’t think she’s just the right person for him.

“Captain, hello.” Wanda suddenly was beside them. She gave Y/N a smile and addressed her before she gave Steve her attention once more, “Would you like to dance?”

Steve gave her a kind smile and accepted. Y/N laughed as she watched the two fumble around like idiots to the beat of the music, questioning herself whether or not she thinks any of these two can dance.

“Your laugh is just as beautiful as you are, draga,” a voice said from behind the counter. She turned to see Pietro pouring himself a drink of vodka. She clicked her tongue, “That’s a strong drink, Pietro,”

Pietro chuckled, “I think it is what I need right now.”

Y/N twisted in the swiveling chair she was sitting in to face Pietro who raised a glass of champagne. She allowed him to pour some more in her glass. Pietro took a moment to just stare at her, to just look into her eyes before she pulled her gaze away from him. Y/N couldn’t deny this connection she had to the dead man. As if after the day she’d healed him, all she wanted to do was be by his side. Although time and life said no, she’s now with him, right now, and maybe, just maybe, life was saying yes.

“Beautiful,” Pietro breathed once more, taking a large gulp of his vodka. She blushed and took a big gulp of her drink as well. She knew of Pietro’s reputation of being a flirt, but that didn’t exactly make her immune to it.

“You clean up pretty nice too,” she told him, gesturing to his button down shirt and slacks. “True bachelor get up,”

Pietro chuckled, “I try,” and again, another sip. He was getting tired of just drinking it all away. He needed to say it now, get it out his system. He promised himself he’d take it well, if she doesn’t feel the same, it would be no problem. It would suck, but he won’t make a fuss about it.

“Y/N,” he finally started, sounding a bit distressed as he did. He was caught off guard by her eyes on him. “I- I… Ever since you saved me that day, I have had this feeling…”

Y/N’s breath hitched. Pietro made no comment to that but proceeded to what he was saying, “That I wanted to just be with you. Be close to you, physically and e-emotionally, you know? And because of that, it has fueled me to get to know you more. From our brief encounters in the past, as quick as they were, I’ve… fallen… to,” Pietro cleared his throat, “to… like you a certain amount. A very big amount, actually,” he chuckled. Y/N giggled at his nervous tone, masking the fact that her heart was beating as fast as the man in front of her could run.

“With that,” he cleared his throat again, eyeing the drink in his hand, “I was wondering if you would allow me to better get to know you, so I may, finally admit to you how much… I do, truly…” He looked up at her, “Love you.” as soon as the words left his mouth, his one hand reached for the bottle of vodka to his left and took a big swig out of it. Oh how he loved the drink so much more now than he ever did in his life.

Y/N found this cute, and as he was speaking, she had already mulled over the fact that she too may share the same feelings he has for her. She had realized that she hadn’t said anything for about a minute which made Pietro very, very anxious.

Y/N glanced around, spotting Steve already by the pool table and Tony entertaining Pepper (whe was still fairly angry). She then gave Pietro a warm smile, “You want to get out of here?”

In a second, the two were already walking down the sidewalk outside the building. “I’ve always wanted to try that Shake Shack everyone has been talking about.”

“We have the whole night ahead of us,” Y/N told him. “Let’s have some fun.”

“I have approximately a full bottle of Vodka in me,” Pietro grinned, “I think fun I can guarantee.”


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