no one requested this i just felt like doing it

anonymous asked:

How would the demon kings + Yukio react if they accidentally kill their S/O? Btw I love your Tumblr! You're amazing!

(oh shit, super cool & dark request, thanks ;) and tysm i’m glad you like my blog!)

Amaimon:

Originally posted by amaimon-the-king-of-earth

  • He won’t even realise
  • He just thinks your sleepy
  • He wonders why your napping for so long
  • Until he realises your dead
  • This is one of the only times he has a reaction
  • He starts to freak out
  • He’s outraged and overwhelmed 
  • He doesn’t know what to do
  • He realises he must of been too rough in the play fight
  • He wasn’t very good at play fights yet, he couldn’t register the word ‘play’ together with ‘fighting’
  • One of the few times he’s felt guilty 
  • It’s okay in the end though because ehe brings you back 
  • He apologises to you for killing you, with that blank expression…
  • However you can tell he genuinely means it

Mephisto:

Originally posted by tumwrr

  • Tbh he probably lost you in time and space
  • Then when he finds you your like…dead
  • He feels guilty of course, but a small part of him finds it slightly amusing
  • He knows he’s able to bring you back
  • So it isn’t much of a problem to him
  • Although he regrets hurting you
  • Once your back he probably buys you something nice as an apology
  • If his s/o were a demon he’d be slightly less worried 
  • But if they were human he’d be more panicked 
  • He knows how fragile humans are

Astaroth:

Originally posted by really-hot-dad

  • He would actually be really scared
  • And ashamed
  • But most of all guilty
  • He genuinely loves his s/o a lot 
  • It’s probably in blind rage and they get caught up in it
  • Astaroth feels so torn
  • He never wanted to hurt his s/o
  • He will mentally curse himself and lash out
  • RIP to any random servants standing by
  • He’ll totally unleash his rage out at them
  • He’ll summon Big Bro Azazel to fix his mess
  • After he’ll be a lot more clingy to you
  • He’ll apologies a lot as well
  • It’s rare to see him like this 

Lucifer:

  • He’s never felt as terrible as he did in that moment
  • Your the single thing that matters most to him
  • (other then the Illuminati and completing his goal and such)
  • He’s utterly devastated he’s taken away your life with his own hands
  • He would be frantic and overwhelmed if he managed to give you a paper cut
  • So accidentally killing you is the worst thing imaginable to him
  • He immediately resurrects you 
  • After that he’s so ashamed and depressed
  • He’ll apologies to you and then disappear for a while to think
  • If his s/o is a human, he may consider breaking up with them for their own protection

Yukio:

Originally posted by sansan9

  • He’s so heartbroken 
  • The one person he trusts, and loves, and can talk to about his many, many, MANY problems
  • And he killed them
  • It was the slip of a gun
  • In the moment
  • No one blamed him
  • But he blamed himself
  • He cant handle this on top of everything else
  • He finally looses it
  • Even though he already has 
  • He spirals out of control 
  • Goes fucking crazy
  • Doesn’t bother pointing guns at his students heads anymore, probably shoots up the school instead
  • He probably is even more enticed by the Illuminati during this time
  • He carves in and accepts their offer on the promise they’ll bring you back
Why Commenting On FanFiction Is Important

Alright kids, Boo here with a hopefully non-arrogant PSA.

I’m a writer of FanFiction because I like it and it’s my preferred genre (also a great way to receive feedback on writing that I can use on originals, bref). But like with most artistic work posted online, I have very little feedback.

When I was in a slightly writing rut, I cranked one shots left and right, nothing out of the ordinary. But instead of people commenting with their thoughts and good feedback, they just gave me requests.

I don’t think I could ever put into words what that felt like, but I’ll try (the irony of being a writer). It suddenly felt tiring, being a writer, and very quickly I stopped writing altogether. I only ever showed my friend what I wrote and left it at that. I haven’t published anything for a while after. It felt like people were treating me like a mule wanting me to do work for them, and I just wasn’t up for that. I lost my will to write, and then I began to think, “If I post something else other than what was requested, will people even read it?”

Then you get the infamous comments, “You haven’t forgotten about my request right??? Here’s another.”

That just adds anxiety and guilt. I’m purposely ignoring the comments to save my own uncreative ass, at least that’s what it feels like.

After weeks of convincing myself that my stories are worth sharing no matter how many people read them, I started writing and publishing again while working on some longer pieces. Slowly it got better.

Now this week, I remembered I joined another fanfiction platform, and realized I had never published anything on it. I had an idea, and so I started writing. It didn’t come out as I imagined it would, but I was so proud? Like, I started feeling happy about what I created again. Like genuine happiness that I haven’t felt in months since my last published work.

A few hours later, I get this comment:

I cranked out three 3k stories after reading this.

In four days.

It never happened before, and I don’t know how many times it will happen again. It was one comment, but it gave me so much fighting spirit that I think I’m on my way to regaining my initial writer mindset.

Fanfiction writers depend on feedback as a validation that their stories matter to people. If you’re wondering why your favourite author hasn’t updated/posted in a while, ask yourself, “Did I do everything that would convince them to continue writing this?”

On The Edge With You (Spencer Reid x Reader)

My first Reid smut! Just an idea that popped in my head. PWP. Spencer Reid x Reader smut. The reader wonders just how Spencer gained his stamina in the bedroom, he shows her just how he gained that skill.


“Spencer, can I ask you something kind of,” You hesitated, “Personal?” You were both on his couch, you lying down with your feet in his lap. It was one of his rare weekends without a case or paperwork. You both opted for a quiet night in after going out to lunch.

“Sure?” He said looking up from his book, a little concerned. “We’ve been together for months Y/N, I hope you know you can ask me anything.”

“How do you last so long in bed?” You blurted out, trying to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks. You didn’t mean for it to sound so accusing. It was a valid question though, just the night before you came three times before Spencer even seemed close to finishing. It got you curious, and even a little worried.

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Come Back to Me (Part Eight)

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes
Genre: Neutral
Warnings: None??

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Nine

Originally posted by tomhollanderr

You were much more aware of your surroundings now than you had been before. You checked every ally while walking, you kept your earbuds in your pocket as you rode the bus, and you hadn’t taken any more late-night trips anywhere. 

And whenever you went out, you made sure to call Peter as you walked to your destination and back. He stayed on the phone with you, distracting you to keep you out of your worries but not too much so that you could still stay aware of your surroundings. It comforted you, and it stayed true to his words.

“I’ll protect you.”

You smiled whenever you remembered it, and the look on his face as he said so. And maybe you were getting too caught up in that other world where Peter was in love with you, but you could handle it. It was nice to imagine.

But still, it became harder and harder to pull yourself out of it each day. When you saw Peter in the hallways, walking towards you with a smile, you forced yourself to remember he wouldn’t be wrapping his hand around your waist and kissing you on the cheek. He wouldn’t hold your hand as you walked to your classes together, and he wouldn’t walk you home while holding you close to him to protect you from any hidden villains.

“Hey, (Y/N),” you heard Peter’s voice from next to you. You turned, looking at him with a smile to see him smiling at you back.

You’re not together. You’re not together. You’re not together.

“Hey, Pete. Ready for lunch?” You asked, shutting your locker and beginning to walk. He followed next to you.

“Yeah,” he said, and you noticed him look down at his feet nervously. “So, uh-”

“(Y/N)!” A voice yelled from in front of you guys and you looked from Peter to see Ned frantically walking towards you.

“Hey, Ned,” you said, a confused tilt to your head. “What’s up?”

“I need to talk to you, now,” he said, looking between you and Peter. You looked to your side to see Peter’s eyebrows furrowed. He was biting his lip, and he too was looking between you and Ned.

“Okay,” you said slowly, and now you were looking between the two. “I’ll meet you at the lunch table, Peter. Don’t wait up.”

His head snapped to you, a slightly betrayed expression on his face and you weren’t sure what it was doing there. “Yeah, okay,” he said, before walking past you and Ned quickly. You stared after him as he rushed through the many people in the hallway, not looking back at you or Ned.

“What do you want, Ned,” you looked back at him, slightly annoyed that he interrupted your time with Peter. 

“I need to talk to you,” he said, grabbing your arm and dragging you into a nearby supply closet. 

“Yeah, you mentioned,” you grumbled as he closed the door with a slam.

“You need to tell Peter you like him,” he said when he turned around, and your jaw dropped.

“What? No!”

“You need to,” Ned practically begged, putting his hands on your shoulders and shaking you lightly. “Please.”

“Why do you want me to so badly?” You asked curiously, pushing his arms away from you. You wouldn’t do it even if he gave you a reason, but it didn’t make sense for Ned to be so invested in this.

“I need him to stop talking about you. It’s driving me ins- oh no.”

When your eyes widened after he spoke the words, so did Ned’s as he realized what he had revealed. “He talks about me?” You said, voice high and airy.

He talked about you? What did he say?

Ned stayed silent, and this time it was your turn to grab his shoulders. “Ned, what does he say about me?”

“He, I, uh,” Ned stumbled over his words, and you weren’t sure whether it was because he didn’t want to reveal his friend’s secrets or because of the barely-any space between you two. “I, can’t, really, say?”

You groaned loudly and let your hands fall to rest on your hips as you glared at him. You were about to speak when he began again.

“But if I’m telling you to ask him out, then,” he paused for dramatic effect, moving backwards towards the door. “Do with that information what you will,” he finished and then opened the supply closet door, moving into the hallway.

You stood there by yourself for a few seconds, thinking about his words, about what they could mean. And you knew what they were implying, you knew, but you didn’t want to get stuck in that world again. You might never come out of it if you did.

“Wait, Ned,” you said, following him out into the hallway. You grabbed the bottom of his shirt and tugged at it for him to turn around. “Are you saying Peter likes me?”

And you wouldn’t get your hopes up, you didn’t want to, but when Ned turned around and said, “You know I can’t tell you the answer to that,” you felt them slowly built up on their own. 

You turned around and closed the closet door, taking a moment to close your eyes and breathe deeply when Ned couldn’t see your face. You turned back around and said, “Come on, let’s get to lunch.”

He nodded in response and the two of you walked side by side to the cafeteria silently, you being trapped in your own thoughts.

You had dreamt about it for what seemed like so long, for Peter to want you back, and you had been stuck in that imaginary world where he did so often recently, but now. Now that world could actually be the one you were living in.

Maybe you would ask him out, you thought. You hoped you would soon gain the guts to do so.

As you felt yourself grow excited to see Peter in just a few minutes at lunch, you were unaware of his presence a few yards behind you and Ned, watching you guys exit the closet together and walk down the hall together with angry eyes.

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I’ve had such a block on this part because I know where I want to go with this story but this part got me stuck. But I hope you guys like it!! Let me know what you think. Only two parts left after this one, guys! Requests are open :)

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Hello!! I just found this blog like 30 seconds ago and !!!! I love it so far! I couldn’t find a set of rules, I hope I didn’t miss them but anyways; Could I please ask for romantic hcs with Ace & Robin?? Thank you!! Good luck with your blog lovely 💖💖

A/N: *sits down on the grass* …. this is my first time doing HCs EVER please don’t be too strict on me 🦆 (and thank you so much, I know this request is a bit older but I hope you still think the same about my blog!!!)


Ace

  • Let me tell you guys, Ace is probably one of the most romantic characters in the whole One Piece universe
  • Is a sucker for anything romantic like ANYTHING
  • Loves to give as much as he possibly can but gets extremely flustered if his S/O gives something back
  • “Ohh.. you got this for me? Oh.. Oh my god- I- wow- you’re perfect- I- uh, oh goD
  • Gets teased a lot by the other crewmembers but doesn’t care at all, as long as you like it he’s ready to make a fool out of himself for everyone to see
  • Makes the Whitebeard crew help with things, Thatch with the food, Marco with the right location, Vista with perfect decorations. He even threatens to burn all of their clothes if they don’t do it right…
  • …gets hit by marco afterwards
  • Loves to see his s/o smile at his presents/surprises/words etc.
  • Is very insecure, therefore always asks you about things, “Is this too much?”, “Do you like it?”, “Is this weird?” etc.  
  • Decided to ask Izo for help once, because if Izo doesn’t know the answer then no one does. “do you think they’ll like it?”, both of them once sat the whole night together and scribbled down plans for your anniversary
  • ALWAYS whispers sweet nothings into your ear, especially when he feels sad about his past :(
  • tries his best to make you feel wanted, feels like crap if he fails
  • Fell asleep once while you guys were out having a little walk by the beach
  • He wouldn’t stop apologizing for a whole week
  • You just grabbed his face and planted a big kiss on his lips and told him to shut up
  • He was a red and giggly mess afterwards
  • UGH!!!! i love ace ლಠ益ಠ)ლ

Robin

  • My queen
  • Might not be as intense as Ace (surprise) but still has a sweet spot for romantic things
  • Loves to take a walk with her s/o at night, hands intertwined, swaying lightly back and forth
  • Talks not very much, but the more time you spend together, the more she starts to talk
  • Always has this cute smile with her eyes closed and head turned slighly to the side,,, YOU KNOW WHICH ONE
  • Sometimes, when you least expect it, puts a strand of hair behind your ear, stares into your eyes for a few seconds, smiles and then “You’re so cute.”
  • You melt, you literally just meLT
  • Tries to teach you how to read poneglyphs, but you fail miserably and just stare at her in awe
  • She notices quickly but ignores it, just keeps talking and laughs quietly at you staring
  • “Any questions?” - “Hm…? Oh! Yes. I mean no. No, no questions.”
  • Her favourite thing is when you recommend her a book, because “It reminded me of you and I thought you’d like to read it.”
  • She doesn’t need all of these extra things or expensive gifts s, your love for her is more than enough
  • Still brings you expensive things from time to time
  • “Robin! You didn’t need to get me this! This looks so expensive..” - “It just looked so cute and reminded me of you. I couldn’t help myself.”
  • You’re heart eyes for her and so am I, so is the rest of the world
Balcony Scene (ALiL Deleted Scene)

Summary: (College!AU): In which an impromptu performance of Shakespeare occurs at the foot of your stairs.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,558

A/N: @snugglebuck requested: Omg so I just say this prompt list and one of them was “i was on my balcony and you started loudly quoting romeo and juliet at me” and all I could think about was ALIL and Bucky doing this or like even when the reader is at the top of a staircase and like even better when he’s drunk or something. This takes place between “The Honeymoon Phase” and “Jealousy”

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - I can’t thank you enough for always editing my stuff for me. 

Originally posted by sixsunflowersbloom

After what felt like an endless day of classes, you decide to treat yourself to a night off. In order to fully enjoy yourself, you change into the coziest pajamas you can find and take all of your best snacks out of hiding. Once you’ve gotten everything you need in order, you close the door to your room and turn off the lights. The darkness adds to the overall movie theater atmosphere that you want to create for your night of Netflix and relaxation.

You’re halfway through your second movie when your door flies open. The bright light from the hallway is a shock to your system and you cover your eyes automatically, blindly searching for the space bar on your laptop to pause what you’re watching. “What?”

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Broken Dreams

MASTERLIST

A/N: This was requested by my lovely @lovethatmendeskid and I just loved the idea. I’m super nervous, legit shaking. I really hope you like it!

Word count: 3,502

I was sitting at the dining table in the kitchen, staring over at the full plate of - by now – very cold food. Food that – once again – weren’t going to be eaten.

I’d been sitting here for hours, but I stopped counting exactly how many that had passed by now. The more seconds that flew by, the more it stung in my heart.

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You’re Actually Bucky’s Sister But You’re Pretending to Be Tony Stark’s Niece? (Part 1/?)

Prompt: Can I request one where the reader is Buckys baby sister that was rescued from cryo and now that she’s recovering well he tells her she needs to attend high school. She throws a fit up until she meets Peter and instantly crushes on him. School becomes more tolerable for her with the cute nerd by her side. - @purplekitten30

A/N: Sorry it took so long! It’s a little different than the request but I hope you like it anyways. This is gonna turn into a series because I like it so much This takes place before and during Civil War and after Homecoming. Since I have no idea what’s going to happen after Homecoming, I’m just going with it. I tried my best and hopefully, this all makes sense. Also, slight spoilers for Homecoming. Tagged for spoilers.

Peter Parker x Reader, words: 2000+, requested?: yes, warning: none

Requests are open


At one point in your life, Y/N had been a prisoner, trapped inside a machine that had frozen you and kept you trapped against her will. The Cryostasis Chamber haunted your nightmares after you were rescued by the Avengers. You were lucky to be reunited with you older brother and he promised to never leave you. HYDRA had used you just like they had used your brother, to do their dirty work. You felt truly sick to your stomach knowing the harm you had caused innocent people, you could never take it back. You had blood on your hands which constantly made you feel unclean. You felt as though you were unworthy of forgiveness and refused to listen to the voice of reason.

Your brother, along with the other members of the Avengers, told you that it wasn’t your fault and you knew it was true. Yet you still felt like you were to blame. If you hadn’t been so weak, if you hadn’t let HYDRA weasel their way into your mind. To this day, you didn’t know how HYDRA had found you and knew about your relation to Bucky. Your past was foggy to her, you could only recall bits and pieces. What was the truth? While your brother was assigned to kill Nick Fury and Captain America, you were stuck in your frozen prison while her brother did HYRDA’s bidding.

You could remember when you were found, Cap had made it his mission when Bucky had told him his sister was still out there. Your brother had been on the run and Steve promised to bring you back. After he had pulled Steve from the cold water and before he ran off, he told him to find you. You knew why he couldn’t do it himself, he feared HYDRA would capture him again. Steve had told you the story of him finding you about a million times but each time became more and more interesting. You owed him so much.

“It took months,” Steve recalls as he tells the group of Avengers in front of him. They had all heard this story before but Y/N wanted to hear it once again. “Once I had gotten there, there wasn’t a soul in sight. It looked to be abandoned for awhile, at least a month or two.” It had made you so upset that you had been left there as if you were nothing. You knew HYDRA hadn’t relied on you as much as they had your brother, he was stronger and better than you. “We flew you out and didn’t unfreeze you until we were in a safe place.”

“Then I tried to kill you,” you laughed despite it being a terrible thing to do.

“It wasn’t really you.” Steve placed his hand on your shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “Luckily, with time, we got you out of HYDRA’s mind control. It’s great to have you back, Y/N.” Steve had always been like an older brother to you and you were incredibly thankful for him. You gave him a weak smile but it didn’t reach your eyes. You had hurt so many people and you’d never forgive yourself.

“So,” Tony began, getting up from his chair that the large dining room table. “I have an idea.” Everyone at the table seemed to groan in unison. Tony and his ideas. You rolled your eyes. “Hey, hey, hey. It’s a great idea and it has nothing to do with you guys. Well, besides Y/N.” He placed both his hands on your shoulder and gave them a squeeze, it was your turn to groan. “I was thinking school.”

“What? No! No way!” You protested. It wasn’t that you were terrible at school or anything, but you had better things to do. Besides, you had spent so much time brushing up on all things you had missed in history and tinkered around with Tony in the lab. You had wanted to know as much as you possibly could, you wanted to know all the things you had missed since you had been…asleep. “I have much better things to do than going to school.”

“You’re the one that’s always wanting to learn more about the world you live in,” Tony argued. You knew it was no use putting up a fight but you weren’t going to give in so easily. You’d whine until you couldn’t whine any longer.

“If I’m going to school, give me time to get used to everything, okay? I need time to get used to everything.” How did girls your age dress? How did they talk? How were you going to fit in? “I’ll tell you when I’m ready. Until then, think of me as being homeschooled.”


School had been pushed to the back burner when The Avengers had split into teams and fought against each other. You had been away, studying to join the school that Tony was interested in you going to. If you had been home, you would have been fighting right beside your brother and Steve. It had been so long since you had seen your brother and you missed him dearly. You had heard a lot about the battle and how Steve and Bucky had gone into hiding. Hopes of seeing your brother again were growing slim. Until you received an unaddressed note from your brother waiting on your pillow. He promised to see you once again and wished you good luck in school.

Things had been very tense with you and Tony because of the events that happened months ago. You pushed off going to school that year and opted in going the following year. You had too much on your mind.

A sigh escaped your lips as you made your way across the campus to your new school, Midtown School of Science and Technology. Tony thought it would be the best place for you since you were pretty handy in the lab and picked up things pretty easily, you were like the kid he never had. Things between the two you eased up and he began teaching you everything you wanted to learn and more. “Was that a sigh I heard?” a voice from you watch said. Tony had given you a special watch to help you keep in contact with him whenever you needed him.
You lifted your wrist to look at Tony’s face. “I’m nervous, okay? This place is bigger than I thought and I haven’t been to school in-” You were cut off by some flying thing almost crashing into you. Your first instinct was to grab it and destroy it, but you thought against it. Instead, you ducked out of the way. You heard someone yell an apology from the distance but couldn’t tell who it was. “I have to go,” you told Tony as you swiped his face away.

Another sigh left your lips as you gripped the straps of your backpack and entered the building. You had to find the office to get your schedule. When discussing school, you and Tony had agreed that using a fake name would be best. Tony had that he’d deal with everything and to leave it up to him. You were regretting that because you weren’t sure what you were supposed to tell the principal when you entered his office. You gracefully made your way through the crowd, avoiding teenagers from left and right. You still weren’t entirely sure where you were going.

“Um, excuse me,” you stopped in front of a boy who looked to be your age. “I’m looking for the principal’s office. Could you help me?” You gave him your best smile which was met by a smirk. It was then that you knew that you chose the wrong person to ask.

“Yeah, sure,” the boy said, the smirk still plastered on his face. “I’m Flash, by the way.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and you so badly wanted to break it. But then he started to walk you towards the office. “Watch out!” he called out to the other students. “New babe coming through!”

You were beyond anger at his comment so when you stopped in front of the office, you threw his arm off your shoulder. “Thanks.” You gripped his hand and gave it a small squeeze, which wasn’t that small of a squeeze when you had super human strength. “Now, don’t ever call me babe again.” A look of pain took over his face and you let go of his hand. “You should probably go to the nurse to get that checked out, get some ice for it.” Without another word, you entered the office.

“Ah! You must be Y/N Stark! Your uncle has told me so much about you,” you were greeted by the school’s principal. “He talked so much about you and how much you excel. I believe this is the best school for you and I hope you agree so too.”

After getting your schedule and leaving the office, you pull Tony’s name up on your watch and dial his number. “Your niece?” you say when you see his face on the screen and before he could even say hello. “I thought this was supposed to be low key. Low key is not being a Stark. That’s high key, very high key.”

“Calm down, Y/N. You needed a guardian to enroll you, you couldn’t just show up and go to class.”

“But couldn’t someone else enroll me? You know, someone who isn’t one of the most well-known billionaires to ever exist.” You noticed people looking at you so you ducked into the girls’ room and made sure it was empty. “I’m not a normal student.”

“You were never normal.”

“That’s not the point, Tony!”

“Now is that any way to talk to your uncle?”

“What’s my backstory? You told them you’re my guardian.”

“Your parents died and I took you in. No one is going to ask, okay? There’s no need to worry.”

“You say that and I’m still worrying.”


Before lunch time, everyone knew who you were. They all knew you were Tony Stark’s niece and everyone wanted to sit with you. All you wanted to do was be normal but instead, you were met with people just wanting to know you because of your relation to Tony Stark. But if they only knew the truth. It felt like sighing was all you had been doing today as another sigh escaped your lips as you looked for a place to sit. Your eyes scanned the crowd of teenagers and almost all eyes seemed to be on you.

You noticed a pair of teens who were in deep conversation with each other and decided those were the people you wanted to sit with. You made your way across the crowded cafeteria, you could feel eyes on you as you walked. You paid no attention to them as you approached the two boys. “Can I sit here?” Now that you were over here, you felt ridiculous. What if they said no? You could always eat alone. It felt as if the whole room was watching you but you just kept looking at the two boys in front of you.

They looked up and both looked shocked that you had asked them if you could sit with them. “Yeah, sure,” the one with black hair and a friendly smile said. “I’m Ned.” You smiled and took a seat in front of them. “This is Peter.”

“Y/N. Y/N Stark,” you greeted.

“Peter knows Tony Stark.”

Your attention turned to the boy who had yet to say a word. You remembered Tony telling you about Spiderman going to your school, that his real name was Peter Parker. “Internship?” you guessed. That’s what Stark had called it. Peter only nodded and turned his attention to the chocolate milk on his tray. When Tony mentioned Peter, you hadn’t thought he’d be so cute. “Tony talks about you a lot. Said you did a great job helping him last year.”

“What all do you know?” Peter looked up from his drink to look at you. He had the most beautiful chocolate brown eyes. He spoke softly so no one around them could hear their conversation.

“That you’re,” you spoke. You stopped to look around before mouthing, “Spiderman.”

“Smart girl,” Ned grinned. “Is it cool being Tony’s niece? How come he’s never talked about you?”

You looked around once again to make sure no one was paying attention to you. “I’m not actually his niece,” you said before biting into a chicken tender. “I’m actually Bucky Barnes’ sister.”

“WHAT?” Ned practically yelled. People seemed to stop what they were doing and look towards your group. Peter slapped his friend’s arm. “Nevermind!” he called out to the cafeteria. People stared for a bit longer before returning to what they had been doing. “Okay, hold up,” he whispered. “Your brother is a criminal! Wait, how old are you? Because he should be hella old along with Captain America. Were you trapped in ice too?”

“You could say that,” you muttered. You weren’t entirely ready to go into detail about your past. “Listen, I don’t think this is the right place to talk about my past.”

“We could go to Peter’s after school,” Ned offered.

“What? Aunt May, remember?” Peter whisper shouted. It had been a couple of months since Aunt May had seen him in his Spiderman costume and she had been beyond angry with him. Peter still couldn’t believe he had managed to talk his way through it all.

“It’ll be fine,” Ned rolled his eyes. “We’ll just say we’re working on a project or something. Helping the new girl catch up on school work. It’ll be a piece of cake.”

“May doesn’t trust me with anything anymore, Ned.” Ned gave his friend a pleading look. “Okay, fine.”

The two them turned back to you, Ned with a smile on his face and Peter with an uneasy look on his. “If we’re doing this, you have to promise me that you will not think any differently of me and that nothing will change your mind about me. Okay? Got it?” The last thing you wanted was for your almost friends to change their mind about you.

To Be Continued….


A/N: I hope you enjoy this. I really wanna know how May reacted to finding out about Peter being Spiderman

anonymous asked:

hello there~ love your art so much!!!!! it's really cute :3 may I ask who's your favorite member to draw? (could you do a drawing of him, however you like) thank you and FIGHTING!!!!!

These days I really enjoy drawing Tae

Some possibly Spanish person said they needed more Tae with pigtails on twitter so I just-

I felt the need to explain myself.

You’re My Mission.

(Hey so I was wondering if you could do a winter solider x (fem)reader where the reader is kidnapped and wiped, and taught to fight and be deadly, and at one point the solider is told that he can do whatever he pleases to the reader(she’s always had a crush on him) and he knows this, and at one point his sexual urges are interfering so they tell him to do whatever. Thanks! )

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Sexual activity.)

Requested: Anonymous.

(Y/n-Your name.)

A/N: SO I stayed up all night thinking about this story. I’m gonna add my own little twist on it. I actually really like this request so If it goes well i might do a part two so If yall want a part two just ask.)  


Originally posted by malinknowsit


“Take that side!.” You yelled at Cap, Cap obliged, as he ran around the car–ducking behind it.
“Y/n whats your status?”, “Y/N?”, 
You felt something hit you, causing to fall and pass out.


Your eyes fluttered open, bright lights blinded you. “She’s awake..” A unknown voice spoke, you tried moving, but your arms were tied down. Just than the chair you were laying back on started raising up. “Y/n..” The man next to you smiled, You just kept your eyes peeled on the ground, “Soldat!.” A another man yelled, Just than you saw him walk into the room. Bucky Barnes A.k.a the Winter Soldier. 
Him and the man who called him in, whispered a few things. Bucky turned his head towards you, he had a smug look on his face. Your heart started beating super fast, it felt like it was gonna explode. You looked down at your arm and noticed and I.V in it, it had blue liquid flowing through it. “Lets move her!.” A man who looked like a doctor snapped his fingers,two men untied you. “Big mistake.” You whispered, Grabbing one of their guns, and kicking at both their legs, making them lose their balance. “Where am I?” You pointed the gun at the doctor, “Now Y/N is this really what you want?”, “I think it is.” You smirked, You soon where picked up and thrown to the wall. “Fuck..” You hissed.
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Hours had passed, you were having cold sweats, shaking uncontrollably. You were backed into a corner.. You bit at your nails, scared. Not knowing what was going on. “Y/n, come.” a man in a uniform opened the barred doors, you shook your head. “NOW!.” He hit his baton against the bars, causing you to jump up and walk out. 
Bucky was standing at the end of the aisle. 
You were pushed closer to him, Bucky pulled out a knife from his pocket. “What’s going on?” You looked at the guards, “You two are fighting.” They all laughed, Bucky started walking closer to you–as you started walking farther from him. 

….
You blacked out from what happened next, you finally came to your senses. You saw blood on the floor. Did you kill him? Bucky was laying on the ground, you couldn’t tell. You slowly crawled over to him–checking his pulse. His metal arm reached up and started choking you. “This isn’t over.” He growled, letting you go. You took in a breath… what was happening. 
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You sat on the floor of your cell. No one was around. It was silent, you could literally hear a pen drop miles away. 

After fighting Bucky, you wanted to know what he meant by this isn’t over. You just sighed, laying back on the floor—Closing your eyes. 

Morning arose, and once again the same guard woke you up. You groaned, walking out. “Is this what prison is like?” you joked, “Kind of.” He pushed you a long. 
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You arrived in a small cafeteria, Bucky was at a table in the far back. No one else was really in here. But two guards. After looking around, you sat down on the cold metal chair. “Not Hungry y/n?”, You just shook your head at the guard, he shrugged and walked off. 

After breakfast, they pulled you back into the operating room, where they sat you back down on the chair you had woken up on before. “Ready for phase two?” The doctor smiled at you, You balled up your fist, and spit in his face. “Eat me.” You growled. A guard walked over to you, but was soon pushed back by Bucky. “Out!.” He yelled at everyone–while they did as told. You looked over at him, his eyes gave no expression as usual. “Why me?” You asked, but he didn’t say anything, you threw your head back onto the chair–as Bucky stood over you. The lights darkened…  Your heart raced, and all you could hear was Buck’s breathing. You felt his hands move to your legs, you tried pushing him off, but once again you were tied down. “Bucky please.”, He ran his metal arm across your inner thigh– Only for him to pull down your bottoms with one swift motion, He was now leaning over you… “Your my mission.” He growled. You felt his member enter, You wanted to cry out, but you kept shut. His breathing picked up, as you tried concealing  yours.The restraints around your arms, soon loosed enough for you to pull them off. You grabbed onto Bucky, trying to push him off–he grabbed both your arms, holding them above your head. “Don’t hide it.” He whispered.. You’ve liked him for awhile. But this isn’t how you planned it. 

His thrusts became harder, your legs weaker. His moans got sloppier. And you knew he was close. He started leaving rough kisses on your neck, it felt amazing. But you shook it off. “AH!.” He finally released, he took in a breath and laid there over you for a few minuets.. “Next time you will comply.” He got off you– cleaning him self up and walking out. 

Dream Come True

Originally posted by luna-intheforest

Characters: Y/n, Derek

Pairing: Derek x Y/n (FEMALE READER)

Warnings: Smut smut smut, rough sex, Derek kinda wolfing out, more smut, slight pain, Derek being concerned, unprotected sex, fluff at the end

Word count: 2500

Summary: Derek just can’t stop dreaming about you. Luckily, he gets a real chance.

A/N: Ok, so…requested fic by @burgundyrosesandwine​ -I was wondering if you could write a Derek smut with a female reader where it’s after derek leaves beacon hills and he’s in a new city (Like nyc) and that because he’s bored he starts giving private self defense classes. And then he becomes really good friend with one of the girls he trains and he even reveals he’s a werewolf. She’s innocent and sweet and derek can’t stop fantasizing about her but he’s scared he’ll scare her off because he’s a lot older and she’s inexperienced but one day his lust takes over and he’s very rough, dominant and possessive You can use the pain removing thing idea like you did in the beginning of the end :) Also can you make her very short pleaseeeee. I know this is a lot so you obviously don’t have to do it Just an idea I really want someone to write one day hahaha. Ok, so I think I mostly stuck to the request. Also, sorry this took sooo long!! Hope u like it!!

Tagged peeps: @sallyp-53 @greyravenvixen @helvonasche @chelsea072498 @the-latina-trickster @aingealcethlenn @squirrels-angels-and-moose @lucifer-in-leather @kumaartz @sinceriouslyamellpadalecki @mogaruke 

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Your moans were loud and filthy, your pussy stretching as Derek pounded into you.

“Fuck, y/n. So damn loud, aren’t you?”

You whimpered, trying to keep your moans quiet, but the way his cock felt inside you was too much.

You screamed as your body shook, your pussy clenching around Derek’s cock.

Derek’s face fell to your breasts, growling loud as he came deep within you.

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Cuddling A Nightmare

Fic Request: 

“I am so supper sorry I know u have a ton of requests and u did something kinda like this in bitter p.02 but can u pls do one were anti wakes the reader up from a nightmare and just snuggles and cuddles cause I have been having nighmares that won’t leave me alone? thank you o very much!”

*Screams* ANOTHER ANTI FIC! Woohoo! 
Hope you guys enjoy! 

Originally posted by doctor2110

His hand made you jerk into reality. You gasped, tearing away from Anti as you clawed at the phantoms that followed you from your nightmare. 
“Whoa,” Anti said, “Easy, it’s just me.” 
You shivered, suddenly cold. You felt the goose-bumps on your skin as you rubbed your arms, trying to get some warmth into them. 
“S-Sorry,”  You muttered, gazing around the room. “Bad..Bad dream.” 
“I could tell,” Anti said, irritation biting at his words. “I could hear you down the hall.” 
You winced, “Sorry. They’re getting worse.” 
Anti hummed, watching you with a slight glow in his eyes. The light from his gaze illuminated the room, scattering the shadows that started to mock the edges of your imagination. You sighed, finally calming. 
“Thanks for waking me, Anti,” You said with a small smile. “This is the third time you’ve done this.” 
“Don’t mention it,” Anti said, “But with this third restless night, I’m staying in here.” 
“Huh?” You replied. “You..You don’t have to.” 
“I know,” Anti said, gathering the messy blankets and throwing them over you. “But I can’t be bothered walking back to my room, now.” 
“Fine, but if you’re sleeping in here, we’re cuddling!” You snapped jokingly. 
“Deal,” Anti replied. His answer took you off guard, but you settled back into the blanket and snuggled against his side. 
Anti slept on his back, cradling you against him with one arm and the other resting over his chest. 
He was so much warmer than you were. He made a noise when you nestled against him. 
“Jeez, you’re freezing!” He exclaimed. 
“No turning back now!” You told him, hugging his side. “You’re committed to this.”
Anti grumbled and laid his head on your pillows.
With your head resting on his shoulder, you could faintly hear his irregular heart-beat. His breaths were slow and deep, a slight whistle slipping from his nose when he exhaled. 
He was already asleep. 
You closed your eyes, trying to sooth yourself into a slumber. But you found that sleep wasn’t ready to have you yet. 
You tossed gently, rolling so your back was against Anti’s side. You tried to find a comfortable spot, but no matter how you positioned your legs, they felt wrong. 

You sighed softly, trying not to wake the sleeping entity beside you. 
After another careful roll, you settled in the same position a few turns ago. With your back squashed against  Anti and your head on his forearm. 
It would have to do.
You felt Anti move behind you, he rolled against you, his right arm draping over your waist and pulling you flush against his chest. 
His face buried itself into your hair, his whiskery chin tickling your neck as he nuzzled you. 
“If you don’t stop moving, I’m gonna wrap you up in this blanket and make you into a burrito.” Anti mumbled drowsily into your hair.
You smiled a little and stirred in his arms, enough to make yourself comfortable again. He made a quiet growling sound and tightened his embrace around your middle. 
“I’m comfortable now,” You notified him. You were answered with a sleepy hum and a little less restraint on your stomach.
You closed your eyes, concentrating on the warm breath that washed over your cheeks. You found yourself slowly drifting off, but deep sleep played at the edges of your consciousness.
Mocking you. 
A pleasant sensation opened your eyes again, to find Anti’s hand caressing your upturned palm. He drew circles on the smooth skin, running his fingertips long the lengths of your fingers and then grazing his thumb over your wrist. 
You closed your eyes again as he continued the pattern. 
He started drawing designs on your arm, the tips of his fingers fluttering over the skin. His legs tangled with yours, somehow drawing you closer as you started to fall back into the nightmare. 
“I’m here,” He whispered into your ear. “Those creatures in your mind are no match for me. Sleep now, and I’ll keep them away.” 
He watched your face relax, slacken with sleep as the shadows in your head dispersed into empty sleep. 
He settled back into the pillow, maintaining the same movements with his fingers until he too fell into sleep.

“I Won’t Leave You Again”

Request: Hey Sweets. Damn today is horrible :/ Would you mind doing an imagine with Bucky where you had a one-night-stand after a rough Mission but you both have Feelings for each other which you dont talk about. So after the sex he just leaves, leaving you heart broken. Over the next days you avoid him then and Natasha finally tells him he is an ass (cause she knows what’s going on). Then he realized how stupid he was and buys you flowers and all and apologizes, then you talk about your Feelings ? :)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2122

Warnings: angst, mentions of sex, fluff

A/N: i teared up while writing this. okay i changed it up a little bit. i think it is my best work. thank you for the request. i hope i dont disappoint. leave a request or just come and talk. taglist is open ( i added protective Tony because who doesnt love it)

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Originally posted by gliceria

Heartbroken. That’s how he left you. Heartbroken, alone, and in tears.

Today’s mission was a tough one. Everyone was left battered and bruised. Steve had a bullet wound to the shoulder and Natasha broke her arm. You had a sprained wrist and cuts all over your body (being thrown through a window will do that to you.)

You and Bucky had an unspoken bond. You could fight together like a well-oiled machine, and he felt terrible that he couldn’t stop that from happening to you. All he wanted was to protect you; to keep you from harm, even though he had caused the worst pain you had ever felt.

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Trust Yourself

(smut)

summary: Taehyung wants you to see that every part of you is beautiful

“Come here, little one and strip for me. Face down, ass up. That’s how I want you” Taehyung’s deep voice growled in your ear and you obeyed every single word, knowing already what the consequences would be.

You were waiting naked, on the bed, in the position you’d been told to be in. Head resting on the pillows your view was restricted slightly. Glancing towards the door, you could see Taehyung walking in with an expensive tie of his. He walked up behind you; you could no longer see what he was doing.

“Hmm, princess. Don’t you look beautiful like this? Your ass up in the air, pussy just waiting for me. I could take you right now without a doubt but first, little one, you need to be taught a lesson.” He slowly ran his long finger up and down your wet core, causing you to whimper slightly. “You like it when I touch you, kitten? Do you like the feeling of my fingers?“ His hand came in contact with your butt cheek, harshly slapping it. Your body jerking in response. “Count for me kitten. Count out loud.”

Slap. “One.” Slap. “Two.” Slap. “Three.” Slap. “Four.” Slap. “F-five.” Your body was slowly giving in. “I think five is enough for now. Sit up for me, kitten. I want you facing me.” Obeying his orders, you sat up, slightly wincing from the soreness of your right butt cheek. Taehyung brought the silk tie into view. “Do you know what this is for, little one?” Shaking your head, no you look up to him. You were so small compared to him; not just age wise, but also in size. You were on your knees on the bed, and he was standing tall at the edge of the bed. You were face to face with his crotch. Any other time, you would have unzipped his pants and unapologetically taken out his cock, today however you knew that would get you into trouble.

“Close your eyes for me, kitten” doing as you were told to, you felt the silk tie cover your eyes. The familiar coldness of the material sent shivers down your spine. You had just submitted yourself to Taehyung. “Little one, I want to teach you a lesson today. I have been noticing you constantly dodging my touches, rejecting my requests of sleeping naked, looking at yourself with detest in the mirror.” Effortlessly, he tied the tie tight. “And, I know why that is.” A pause settled as he brought a chair and placed it right in front of you. Your sense of sight had been completely blocked, and you felt trapped. There was nothing else to do now but to trust in his words and follow his lead. “Little one, it is no surprise to me that you don’t like your body. I can tell you don’t feel confident in it. And, honestly I just don’t seem to understand why.” His deep, low voice had an effect on you; an effect you really liked. “Lie down for me, kitten.” Doing as you were told, you lied down onto the bed, your glistening core in full view. “Today little one, I am going to show you that your body is the most perfect thing I have laid my eyes on. Your body is a precious gift that you should admire. Today, I am going to make sure you leave this room feeling the most confident you have ever felt.” Taehyung didn’t speak for a few moments, but the quietness was soon replaced by the unzipping of his pants. Having no clue whatsoever, you were laying there, waiting for his words.

“Play with yourself for me kitten. I want you to roll your fingers over your nipples. I want you to massage your breasts like I would.” Obeying every word he said, you slowly reach your right hand up to knead your breast. Your left thumb and index finger were starting to find their way to your left nipple. A small sigh left your lips. You imagined Taehyung’s tanned hands, attacking your breasts, kissing every inch of them, licking your nipples. Your mind was filled with images of Taehyung’s toned body on top of yours. As you were getting comfortable, his voice brought you back to reality, “This is a little exercise for you kitten. You need to trust in your body, you need to know that any man out there would love to ravish you, you need to see that your body is a gift from the heavens.” You could hear his breath hitch; you knew he was touching himself at the sight of you.

Gaining some confidence, you slowly inserted a finger inside yourself. “Kitten, do as you please. Do what feels right, have confidence in yourself. Trust your intuitions.” You started pumping in and out of yourself. “Te-tell me what you’re th-thinking about, kitten.” He was stuttering and a bit out of breath. His long fingers were wrapped around his thick cock, slowly pumping up and down. He was jerking himself at the sinful sight of you. “I-I’m thinking about daddy. I’m thinking a-about his cock inside me. I-I want to feel him so bad.” Craving for more, you inserted two fingers at the same time. You moaned in pleasure, you moaned in pain. Looking at you, thinking about you on top of him, Taehyung was having the dirtiest of thoughts. “You can barely take three fingers…why don’t we try four?” he said – or rather, commanded. You took all three fingers out in order to edge yourself. “Daddy, I want you so bad.” You brought your fingers to your mouth, tasting your own sweetness. “Does kitten taste good?” Taehyung asked innocently, while doing the most not-so-innocent of actions. He started to speed up. Nodding your head, you lubricating four fingers with your spit and slowly inserted them inside yourself. Your hips bucked in response, sending an electric shock across your body, you let out a loud moan. “H-How does it make you feel, know that I’m jerking off at the sight of you kitten?” his breathing was starting to quicken. “If you weren’t beautiful, I wouldn’t be here thinking about fucking you senseless. If you didn’t have the perfect body, I wouldn’t be here watching you play with yourself.” This time, you breathing was speeding up. You took your left hand and brought it up to pinch your nipple. Moaning loudly at the intense feeling of pleasure. “B-baby.” Taehyung was pumping his hard cock faster than ever. “You’re so, so b-b-beautiful.” His voice and the sound of him jerking himself brought you closer to your orgasm. Your right palm was harshly hitting your clit, stimulating your sensing even more. “Daddy is about to – daddy is about to c-cum. Can you cum w-with him?” He was grunting, you were moaning. The two of you getting closer to your high. “Daddy. Oh Daddy! I want your cock inside me.” You were getting closer and closer. Your nipples were harder than before, your fingers were pinching and squeezing them. Your clit swollen, your pussy wet. “Baby girl. Baby girl, cum for me. Cum with me.” As if on cue, your moans filled the room, Taehyung’s cum filled his hand. Both of you riding out your highs.

You felt the bed dip, he was on top of you. His head lowered down to your ear, he whispered in a hoarse voice, “I don’t think you still realise how beautiful you are. I think we’re going to have to keep going until you do.” Slowly lowering himself to your heat, he licked your juices clean. “I don’t know if you know little one, but we’re just getting started.”

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Lost Girls aesthetic

After Wendy returned back home with her brothers, Peter Pan decided that Neverland should not only be the home of lost boys but of lost girls as well. The new inhabitants made Neverland seem even more alive than before, their happy laughter echoed through the silent nights as they danced around the campfire. Everyone including Peter held their breath when the oldest girls told the most wonderful stories about princesses who fought their own dragons or escaped from the most frightening situations with their intelligence as their sole tool. There was a mutual respect between the boys and the girls, neither one of the two groups thought less of each other and they lived together in peace. 

Spidey Signature : Tom Holland

prompt : tom visits the reader towards the end of her shift at her work , a children’s ward in the local hospital

words : 464

pairing : tom holland x reader

request :  Hey, please could you do like the reader is a female doctor// trainee doctor and idk but just that sort of concept with her and tom like her being tired or her helping him if he gets hurt idk ❤️ -anon

a/n : i’ve been in such a mood for writing lately ! it’s short but i felt like it was the length it needed to be (:


“Hey, y/n, your boyfriend’s here?” One of your co-workers says.

“Tell him I’ll be out in a minute.” You say, reverting your attention back to your patient. “Okay, buddy? I’ll see you in a couple weeks so we can change that color.” You smile at a little 6-year-old boy who broke his arm. “And hey, I heard Peter Parker is out in the waiting room, you should go ask him to sign your cast!” You whisper.

“Really!” He yells, running out of the room. You chuckle, following the excited boy along with the mom.

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Soft Side (Bucky x reader)

I hope you all liked chapter five! This was a request from anonymous, and I thought it was an awesome prompt, so I decided to give it a whack. If you love Bucky and angst, check out my ongoing series: Battered and Bruised. You can find it in my masterlist here. Enjoy! 

Request:  “Could you do a Bucky au in which he’s like the punk boy from school and y/n is his girlfriend and she’s the only one who knows his sweet side and one day she comes home super stressed and he cuddles and kisses her until she feels better?”

Warnings: Cursing, otherwise it’s just filled with fluff. 


The sound of Bucky getting slammed into the lockers echoed throughout the hallways. 

“Don’t be such a bitch. Fight back! Come on!” The school jock was egging Bucky on, trying to get a reaction out of him. 

“I don’t need to prove myself to a dick like you.” He shoved the guy off of him, walking down the hall like nothing happened. 

“I’m gonna fucking get you, punk!” The steaming football player yelled down to corridor at him. Bucky continued to walk down the hall, rolling his eyes. Oh, how he wanted to beat him to a pulp. He was capable of it, but he refrained for your sake. You had asked him to chill out on fighting, that you were giving them the reaction they wanted. He complied. Only because he loved you. 

Everyone at school thought Bucky was weird and tended to stay away from him. Some people were even scared of him. He came off menacing and cruel, but he really wasn’t. Before you two started dating, you realized he had a soft side that he hid from the world. And he was only ever like that with you. He believed that nobody deserved his unconditional love besides you. 

He continued to saunter down the middle of the hall, all the kids moving aside for him, worrying that they might get beat up. He held some much swagger in his stride, your heart swelled every time you saw him. God, you loved him. 


You drove out of the school parking lot, frustrated beyond belief. You had five AP tests coming up, there were college applications still to finish, and your parents had been yelling at you all week long about who knows what. 

Before you left school, you texted Bucky that you were coming over and he always welcomed you, no matter what time of day. 

You pulled up into his driveway, turning off the ignition. You walked up to his door, raising your hand to knock. Just as your knuckles were about to make contact with the wood, the door swung open, a cute, smirking Bucky standing in the doorway. 

“Hey, babe.” He stepped aside, motioning for you to come in. 

You took off your shoes and gave him a sweet kiss. “Hey baby.” He pulled you into a hug, rubbing your back. 

“What’s wrong?” He looked concerned, seeing that you looked absolutely done with everything. 

“Just super stressed. I needed a break, so I came here.” Your voice was muffled against his chest. 

“Come on. How about you change into one of my shirts and sweatpants and we can cuddle on the couch?” He smiled down at you, wanting to do everything in his power to make you feel better. You nodded, eyes closed. He could see the bags under your eyes from a mile away. “Okay. You can go change in my room. I’ll wait down here for you.” He kissed you on the forehead and you walked upstairs to his room to change. 

A couple minutes later, you returned with his ginormous clothes hanging off your body, you hair falling around your shoulders, no longer in the tight ponytail you had in all day. 

“You look beautiful.” He gave you a soft smile with equally soft eyes. You knew he never acted like this with anybody else. Only you. You playfully shook your head and walked over to him. 

He scooted over on the couch, making room for you to lean up against him. You snuggled up against his warm body, taking in his scent. He smelled so good. All the time. 

No words were needed as he played with your hair and massaged your aching scalp. He knew just what to do to make you feel better. You hummed contently, receiving a smile from Bucky in return. He showered you in kisses from your head to your collarbone, earning giggles from you. He smiled against your skin, finally ending his little kissing spree with a deep one on your lips. 

For hours you two laid there in each others arms, not saying much, just making each other happy. You cuddled into him, his warmth enveloping you. The tension from the week was gone. You felt so happy in his embrace. 

“Feeling better, babe?” He smiled at you, his blue eyes lighting up at you. 

“Officially de-stressed.” You gave him a loving, deep kiss. His lips setting off fireworks in your head. 

Like you said, he knew just what to do to make you feel better. 


Hoped you liked this little fluff one shot! If you have any more requests, don’t be afraid to ask! I don’t bite haha. I love you all, have a wonderful night. Oh, and if you want to be apart of the taglist, let me know!

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Frozen Like Ice // Archie Andrews

Do you remember when we saw previews for riverdale and there was that scene that showed Archie frantically searching in the snow/ice? (Idk if they’ve shown that yet- I’m sadly VERY behind in Riverdale) but anyway, I was just wondering if you could do angsty Archie x reader based off that. Basically anything angsty where Archie is worried about reader/reader is hurt or missing or something is fine idk.Your writing is AMAZING all the love thanks ❤❤❤

I liked how this one turned out. Also thank you again for following my blog of imagines. The only reason I really started this is because I knew how it felt to wait for a request for months on end or it never happening, and I wanted to be a little different. I didn’t expect to love it and connect with people around the globe. Thank you again and enjoy this one!


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‘Y/N, you’re not going and that’s final!’

I knew deep down there was something more to Jason’s murder, but Archie being a protective boyfriend, wouldn’t let me go and investigate near the lake where Jason was last seen. It had snowed heavily in the past few weeks, but it wasn’t the worst I’d seen in the past years.

‘What if you come with me? We can look together. It’ll be like…a date, but add in murder mystery to make it spontaneous.’ I suggested, which was followed by a glare from Archie.

‘Neither of us are going, Y/N. It’s too dangerous and I don’t want something to happen to you.’ He grabbed my hand, lacing our fingers together whilst we walked down the school hallway. I sighed, throwing my head back.

‘Archibald, I love you, but, I can do this. I could find something that could crack this case wide open and we can finally get answers.’ I argued, giving him a small smile that usually changes his mind.

‘No,’ he pointed at me and shook his head, ‘no “cute smile” that changes my mind, not this time. You’re not going to Sweet Water and that’s because I love you.’ I groaned, crossing my arms over my chest. ‘Don’t pout about it, alright?’

I glared at him, raising my eyebrow. ‘Whatever. Fine, I won’t go.’ I raised my hands up in surrender. He pecked my forehead, then my cheek.

‘Thank you, just this once Y/N.’ He smiled. The bell echoed throughout the hallway, making me give Archie a quick peck on the lips.

‘I’ll see you later.’ I smiled, walking away from him down the hallway.

I knew he was going to hate me for doing it, but I needed answers.

And I was going to Sweet Water River.

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I shivered, the snow being so cold and frozen. I trudged my way through the woods, looking around to see anything that could help us in the case. I knew I was completely going against Archie by doing this, but I needed to know and I wouldn’t stop till I found something.


ARCHIE’S P.O.V


I was sitting in Pop’s with Jughead, Betty and Ronnie, waiting for Y/N to show up. She promised that she would make it tonight. I checked the time on my phone, sighing in annoyance since she was 20 minutes late.

‘Archie, relax,’ Betty spoke up, ‘she’ll be here. Maybe she got caught up with her parents or school work?’

‘No, she’s done all of her homework and her parents know we come here every Friday night…something not right about this.’ I sat back further in the booth, feeling the frustration building up of where she could be.

‘Did she say anything else to you today that could suggest something else?’ Jughead asked, taking a bite of his burger.

My eyes widened, a light bulb going off in my head. ‘She went against what I said…’ I muttered, putting my letterman back on and standing up.

‘What? Archie, what is it?’ Ronnie asked, standing up with me.

‘She’s gone looking for clues at Sweet Water. Guys – she could be in serious trouble…’ I panicked, walking towards the exit of Pop’s.

‘Wait – we’re coming with you!’ Betty called out, my three friends following me.

Y/N, you just can’t help yourself, can you?


Y/N’s P.O.V


I ducked under another fallen tree, almost finding the place where Jason was last scene by Cheryl near the river. I looked around, seeing it was slowly starting to become dark. Okay, Y/N, 10 minutes then you go to Pop’s and play off that you didn’t completely disregard your boyfriend and went searching on your own accord, even though he told you no.

I squinted my eyes at one of the trees, seeing something carved into it. I moved closer near the tree which was just on the edge of the river, standing on one of the visible roots to see it clearer. I panted a little, looking up at the carving to see the initials on the tree being “J.B ❤ P.C”. I chuckled, nodding my head. I knew he loved her.

I heard a loud bang as I turned my head of where the noise came from as I felt my balance go, falling backwards into the snow behind me, little knowing it was apart of the river behind me. I let out and ear piercing scream, feeling the impact of the cold, icy water. The cold water made me instantly numb, no feeling in the bottom half of my body. 

‘Y/N!’

I recognised that voice, and I knew I was in trouble now, but I needed him. ‘Archie!’ I screamed, feeling body sinking through the snow into the cold water below it. ‘Archie!’ I screamed louder, feeling my voice crack.

I could feel my body sinking further, finding nothing to grab hold of to pull me up. ‘Archie! Help!’

‘I’m coming! Just hold on!’ Archie exclaimed, desperation in his voice. My teeth chattered, feeling my hands beginning to shake. I was going to drown. This was it.

‘Y/N! Where are you?!’ Archie called out, closer then before.

‘I’m here! Arch! I’m sinking, I can’t pull myself up!’ I felt the snow starting to slowly cave in on me, blocking me from any view of Archie being able to find me. ‘The snows caving in, Archie!’

‘Where are you!?’ He repeated again.

‘Near the tree…near the river!’ I called out as loud as I could, feeling my body slowly starting to shut down from the cold water.

I could hear the steps coming closer and stopping, before I could see Archie digging his way through the snow. He looked down frantically at me, grabbing me by the jacket, hooking his arms underneath mine, pulling me up and out of the water. ‘It’s alright babe, I’ve got you…’ He mumbled, pulling me towards his chest, making sure I was completely out.

I was shivering and hyperventilating of the fear I was going to drown. Archie wrapped his letterman jacket around me, trying to keep me warm as he picked me up bridal style, holding me close to his chest.

‘It’s okay, you’re okay…’ Archie muttered more so to himself as he walked past Jug, Ronnie and Betty. Betty’s hand flew to her mouth in shock of my state. Was I that bad?

‘We gotta get her to a hospital, Arch.’ Ronnie stared down at me, not looking anywhere else.

‘We can’t, she’ll get questioned why she was out here in the first place. We’ll take her to my house.’

I felt my eyes drooping shut, feeling darkness consume my sights before I could hear another word.

**

I opened my eyes to no longer feeling cold or wet, but warm and safe. I looked around my surroundings to see it was Archie’s room and I was laying on his bed. I looked up to see him sitting at the edge of the bed, looking at me with worry.

‘Before you look at me like that, I wanna make you feel better by saying you where right and I was wrong…I’m sorry that I went behind your back. I just – I finally got the answer I wanted though. He loved her, Arch.’ I whispered. He moved closer to me, leaning down and kissing my slightly cold lips. I smiled, resting my hand on his cheek. I pulled away, resting my head against his. ‘Can you yell at me tomorrow? Please?’

‘Okay.’ He answered, laying down next to me as he hugged me into his chest, running his fingers through my hair as I felt my eyes close once more, feeling safe in the arms of my protective boyfriend.

Tags: @sweetvengeancee @sweetwater-cheryl @sunshine51879 @phanofmydreams @mrsjugheadjonesthethird @shootingstarsaretearsofheaven @mistaken-destiny @doctorwhoandrory 

Bad teacher. (Alex Standall)

Title: Bad teacher.

Pairing: Alex Standall x Reader

Request: heeyyy i love your account and was wondering if i could get an alex standall imagine when y/n has a panic attack in class and texts alex and he meets her in the hallway and helps calm her down?? if not that’s chill but if you do thank you!! have a great day :)            

Word Count: 800 words

Reader Gender: Female

Summary: Bad teacher, bad grade, principal’s office.

Warning: Panic Attack (it’s on a low level, but I want you to be prepared in case it can hurt someone’s sensibility.)

Author’s Note: I love you all. Continue requesting. I felt like I kind of familiarize with this one because once I had a problem with​ a teacher. And it ended a little messed up. Also, I’m having a lot of trouble with my laptop. It’s just doesn’t work like it should, so it’s harder for me to post. I’m sorry. On Wednesday, I’m not posting anything because it’s my birthday ;) I’ll keep you informed when I’ll post.

Two hours of this class, I never liked it. The teacher hated me, a lot. He always stared at me for an hour while everyone else did the examples he wrote on the board. Then, when I finished mine, he said they were wrong and he never signed anything I did. He thought how bad student I was, and told the director I should reconsider another school to study Maths.

Every week I had this class, I freaked out. I tried to skip class, but Alex always told me it wasn’t the best. Now, here I was.

“Y/n, he wrote your name on the board.” Sheri whispered to me and I at first surprised.

“Mrs. Y/L/N, would you make me a favor and tell me what did you do for homework?” He said rudely.

“We had to-” Everyone was looking at me, and some started giggling. “Check the exam you gave us. With-” The teacher stood up and made a weird noise from his throat.

“I’m tired of you, Mrs. Y/L/N. You can never do something good. I ask you to do a simple task, and you can’t even do that. Are you sure you can even think?”

Some girls at the front laughed and I had some tears coming out already. He laughed again.

“Someone can answer me that question? Because it looks like Y/n, can't​ do it.” He ended and Sheri took my hand.

No matter how much I studied, he just didn’t like me. He wasn’t like this with everyone, only with me. Sheri held me stronger and I felt so weak at that moment. Tears already were on my face and my hands were shaking. The teacher stood up and start to deliver the past exams. I studied really hard and I knew I had a good result.

“Here’s your exam. You’re so silly.” He said while I took my exam from his hands.

I got an F. Really? I studied hard enough for this test, this must be wrong. But unfortunately, before any words came to me, tears arrived first. Something was stuck in my throat. I felt my mouth drier than usual and it was getting harder to breath.

“Sheri, I need to go out.” I told her and she nodded.

I stood up and walk to his seat trying to clean my face.

“Can I go out?” I whispered and he laughed.

“Get out of my class, you’re not doing anything anyways.” He pushed me a little and I went to the corridor on my way to the bathroom.

“Y/n?” Alex’s voice interrupted me. But I tried to keep walking. “Hey.” He touched my arm and pushed me against his chest, and I hugged him. “Clay, can you leave us?”

Clay was here too? Now he saw me crying, but Alex’s chest was comforting. He caressed my back slowly and rested his jaw on my head.

“Hey, I’m here. What happened?” He continued hugging me but I cried again. “You want some water?” I nodded and he took his water bottle out. “Here is some paper.” I cleaned my nose and handled him my exam. He opened the paper and looked confused at it. “First of everything, are feeling better? Take some chocolate.” He gave me a chocolate bar he had in his pocket. “You’ll feel better, I promise.”

I grabbed it carefully, and take a bite of it. He took from his backpack a notebook and take out a paper. Then started to compare it with my exam.

“Come with me.” I held his hand, and we walked. He holding the two sheets of paper, and holding my hand while I ate his chocolate bar. We arrived at the principal office but he never stopped holding me. “Hey, can we talk to the principal?” He announced to the principal's​ secretary. I ended his chocolate bar and he touched carefully my hand. “I promise you’ll be fine.” We waited around 20 minutes, not doing anything just sitting there. Alex holding my hand all the time, or hugging me. I just wanted to have him with all during everything. Sheri texted me, but I ignore the notification and continued waiting with Alex.

We entered with the principal. And he saw us with a concerned look. I had a messed up make up, and Alex looked angry. His grin was usually calm, but this time he wasn’t like the principal expected.

“We have a problem with a teacher.” Alex stated and he put the two pages on the table. “This are the same questions, both are our exams but hers has a bad grade. And it’s unfair.”

And just like that. Mom came to see the situation, the teacher got mad, and they finally took me out of his class.

Alex stayed all day there, holding my hand.