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You better Marry her One Day (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Prompt/Request: ‘’Hi!! I really liked my last imagine that you wrote for me. Do you think you could write another Draco Malfoy imagine, where the reader meets his parents and she later overhears his mother telling Draco that he better marry the reader one day? Thanks!’’ -  abbeyshadowhunter

Word Count: 1,181.
Warning(s): Fluff, I guess?
Note: Thank you for the amazing request, I liked it to write. :) Hope you like it too! xx

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The nerves were killing you as you stood in front of the Malfoy Manor, a very big manor, almost like a castle with its own, little kingdom. Even though everything looked very clean and neat, it still had a very dark look. Yes, even when you were sorted in Slytherin and a pureblood, you still disliked dark colours. But following Draco his advice, you wore some black jeans, a dark blue shirt and a black leather jacket. To finish of your outfit, you wore black shoes, hoping the family wouldn’t hate it.

God, everything mattered if you thought about it. You were so concentrated on your appearance and manners you didn’t even realize someone opened the door already you had not even knocked on.

‘Good day darling, I’m assuming you’re Y/N?’ a woman with dark hair and dark clothes greeted you. In her hair were some grey locks and immediately you liked it the way she slowly accepted growing old. Well, that’s what you thought, maybe that was not the reason behind the grey locks after all.

You nodded and shook her hand, which reached out to you already. ‘Yes, Y/N Y/L/N. And you’re Draco’s mother?’ you questioned, not trying to sound rude at all as she led you in.

Inside it was dark too, as you expected, but it was very beautiful and all the stuff looked very expensive. Even when you’d touch the walls, you felt like it would break down right down to your feet. This was a whole other universe than your own, ordinary home. You shook your head and let your thoughts drift away.

‘Yes, yes I am. Narcissa Malfoy,’ she smiled before letting your hand finally go. The door behind you was now closed and you started to follow Narcissa to another door inside. Narcissa opened the door, which seemed to be the door to the living room. On the couch was Draco, laying down, reading a book for school while on the chair on the other side of him, was another man. He looked a lot like Draco. The blonde hair, the same face expression and his whole appearance made you conclude he was his father.

‘Draco, Y/N is here,’ Narcissa announced, making Draco look up. He shot up immediately and walked towards you with open arms.

‘Hey babe,’ he whispered when he was close to you, pressing a small kiss on your lips, before letting go of you and wrapping his arm around your waist. And there you stood, like Draco was presenting you to his parents, despite your little meeting with his mother.

He took a short breathe, looking at his father, who had not a single emotion on his face nor in his eyes.

‘Hi, I’m Y/N,’ you shortly introduced yourself, waving a little before a small laugh left your mouth. Narcissa was already smiling, but Draco’s father stayed silent.

‘Father?’ Draco said kind of unsure about his words, also nervous because his father hasn’t said a single thing but sending you glares. Well, you thought it were glares.

‘Lucius Malfoy,’ was the only thing he said. The corners of his mouth went a bit upward and you questioned yourself if this was supposed to represent a smile.

But to prevent any other awkward situations, you just said: ‘Nice to meet you, sir.’ And you showed your most beautiful smile, feeling Draco chuckle. His grip around your waist stiffened a bit, so you smiled even more, but not towards Lucius anymore, but Draco.

Your eyes met, feeling the spark inside lighten up again. He nodded, gesturing it was going okay. A wave of relief washed over you, before Narcissa and Lucius started to walk to another room. Draco hold on tightly when he walked with you, entering the big room which seemed to be the dining room.

‘Dinner’s almost ready,’ Draco’s mother said as she smiled, walking to the kitchen to check the food one last time.

‘Good,’ you answered, turning towards Draco and his father, ‘mind if I use the bathroom real quick and wash my hands?’ You showed a grin and frowned a bit. Draco nodded, ignoring his father as he told you were to find it. A quick thank you rolled over your lips and before you knew it, you were already inside.

‘Come on Y/N, you can do this,’ you whispered to you reflection, trying to encourage yourself, ‘it’s all going well right now. Kill it out there.’

You took a deep breathe, fixing your hair and make-up again, washing your hands before exiting the bathroom. That’s when you realized you got lost in the house. It was a bloody maze in your eyes.

Voices were heard, so you assumed it were Draco and his parents and as you were approaching the voices behind the door, you saw it was a direct door to the kitchen and not via the dining room.

The voices belonged to Narcissa and Draco.

‘What a beautiful girl Draco, reminds me of the younger me,’ you heard Narcissa say, making you smile and your heartbeat quicken.

‘She’s the prettiest and sweetest woman alive,’ Draco told his mother, love lacing in his words.

Narcissa laughed and laid her hands on the shoulders of her son. ‘Your father will love her too, darling. She makes you so happy, I’ve never seen you so happy.’

Draco just nodded, hearing things he already knew. You were indeed one of his only lights that brought him happiness and made him turn into a good person. Well, let’s just say you made him have a good side too.

‘You better marry her one day,’ Narcissa smiled while stroking the arms of her only son. Draco laughed and grabbed his mother’s hands.

‘Don’t worry mother, I will,’ he assured her, making her nod.

On the other side of the door, you were almost fainting. A hand clasped in front of your mouth, you silently left the door, finding the other way around immediately as the smile on your face wouldn’t fade away.

When you were in the dining room again, everyone was finally there, Draco sitting on a chair next to an empty chair. The whole table was filled with so much food, you almost lost count of the different meals.

Once you sat down, Lucius lit the candles with his wand and filled all the four glasses with some wine.

‘A toast for Draco and Y/N,’ Narcissa said, raising her glass as you followed her actions. Draco did the same and then everyone looked at Lucius, who still hadn’t raise his glass.

But after a few seconds, his mouth went open, his eyes showing some sympathy as he looked at his loving son.

‘To the beautiful, kind Y/N and my only, dear son Draco,’ he said, finally showing some of his opinion on your relationship.

You smiled, mumbling a ‘cheers’ but you were at cloud nine at the moment, so happy with this meeting.

Soon enough, Draco’s hand found yours, him squeezing your hand a little as you were smiling like a dork, happier than ever before.


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“William, I’m coming with u.”

“No, it’s ok. I can do this on my own. It’s Noora.”

“No, no, I feel it through our bro bond, you need support”


“Like, the bro link is scared, it whispers to me William”

“What? Chris-”

“I have your back my man don’t u worry don’t you even worry”

“For fucks sake-”

“So we roll up, open the doors real slow and slide out, walking towards her, breeze ruffling our hair-”


“Right, she sees us like omg Chris you didn’t have to come to my party you absolute hunk! And I go haha maybe now I’M doing the stalking, but like, in a cool inside-joke way William ok??.. By that I, of course, mean Noora cause that’s what we’re doing”


The Adrien Diaries...

1 Apr 2017

Oh shit.

Oh shit shit shit shit SHIT!

If I wasn’t dead before, I must be now, because there is NO WAY any of what happened today is real.

Have you ever been equal parts terrified for your life and smug as hell? Because I can tell you right now, the experience is similar to drinking orange juice right after brushing your teeth, and is just as hard to swallow.

I mean– I don’t think I’ve ever seen father look so angry livid enraged APOCALYPTIC, and I was there when he heard harem pants were back in style!

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“I’ve seen ye so many times,“ he said, his voice whispering warm in my ear. "You’ve come to me so often. When I dreamed sometimes.When I lay in fever. When I was so afraid and so lonely I knew I must die. When I needed you, I would always see ye, smiling, with your hair curling up about your face. But ye never spoke. And ye never touched me.”
“I can touch you now.” I reached up and drew my hand gently down his temple, his ear, the cheek and jaw that I could see. My hand went to the nape of his neck, under the clubbed bronze hair, and he raised his head at last, and cupped his face between my hands, love glowing strong in the dark blue eyes.
Dinna be afraid,” he said softly, “There’s the two of us now.” 

Writer’s Block 4.237

I intended to get this churned out in little blocks and post every 2k words. This is actually 3k, so consider the extra 1,000 words my apology. It seems even a little bit takes two weeks these days! But it’s getting closer. This is all cheese and fluff. And unedited! Please don’t point out my mistakes :) lol. I will crawl into a hole and die! 4.1 is here and you can find the first 3 here. 

Originally posted by kolaicendionysos

I’m warm, and comfortable. And flat on my stomach with my face in the mattress. The sun is peeking through the tiny slits in the blinds over my bed. There’s a soft snore next to me and I open one eye, letting a slow smile take over my face. Blonde bed hair sticks up from beneath arms as Peeta lays face down with his head buried in a pillow, elbows jutting out from underneath it. I normally enjoy sleeping alone, but that’s obviously because I have no idea what I’m missing.

Oddly, I’m not alarmed in the slightest by his presence on my couch - bed. I’m also not ready to remove myself from this scenario, so I roll towards him and lift his arm, burrowing into him. He releases a soft groan and repositions himself on his side so we fit together better, then tightens his hold on me. I don’t want to disturb our peace, so I say nothing. Neither does he.

I must fall back asleep because I’m jolted awake by a surprised Peeta sitting straight up, and I almost tumble off the side of the bed and onto the floor. He grabs my waist and when we lock eyes my stomach falls. His eyes are wide and wild, like he doesn’t know where he is. I hope it’s not regret I see there.

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Taehyung’s Home Videos {Kim Taehyung} ~Happy One Month!!`

Prompt:  23 & 7 for taehyung pls? 💙

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warning: recording, 

|| Requests Open || Smut Game 1 || Smut Game 2 || BTS Masterlist || GOT7 Masterlist ||


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The signs as people I know

-Laid back and quiet until somebody brings up politics
-Will bake you banana bread in the middle of the night if necessary
-Only watches 80s high school movies
-Has a massive candle collection

-Has dark hair but bleached one little stripe to be Cool™
-Carries around oragami paper and gives paper flowers to girls
-Can hack your computer using a toaster
-Takes girls on dates to volunteer at high school lacrosse games

-Disappears completely ever now and then
-Fluent in 10 languages including whale
-Most likely to become an old cat lady
-I don’t even know their real first name tbh?

-Hasn’t responded to my messages since 2014
-Dyes their hair a different color every month
-Has gone to New York City like 6 times this year alone
-Has more experience with boys than anyone I know

-Too Loud™
-Great at drawing but only draws cats
-Still in their emo phase because they think it’s cool
-Gets really obsessed way too easily

-Snapchatting 24/7
-Probably doesn’t know what any current hip slang means but uses it anyways
-Has a part time job being disney princesses at birthday parties
-Thinks homeschooling is the coolest thing ever

-Will watch a movie when on the phone with you and tell you about everything in it
-Has never been decisive once in their life
-Can beat any video game in .5 seconds
-Writes great lyrics but can’t sing hardly at all

-Still has their stuffed animals from kindergarten
-Always says you need to hang out with them but never makes plans
-Will tell you the same story 500 times and laugh every time
-Isn’t fazed by bad pictures of themselves

-Always packs the morning of a big trip
-Still obsessed with 2009 pop icons
-Owns really cool stuff but pretends to be surprised when you mention it
-Most likely to realize they forgot airplane tickets when they’re already at the airport and running late

Capricorn: (this is 2 different ppl)
-Middle aged mom but still dyes her hair bright red
-Never goes any slower than 15mph over the speed limit
-Won’t let people take naps
-(2)Owns several fancy dresses and takes ballroom dancing lessons

-Would wear jean shorts and an oversized hoodie to your wedding and think it’s appropriate
-Fights with people online
-X’s out the people they hate in yearbooks
-Probably really kinky but unconfirmed

-Uses the Vice horoscope on snapchat
-Diehard band kid, won’t stop showing you band memes
-Uses a fake accent all the time because they think it’s funny
-Actually a great friend who talks to loners all the time

Character: Neo
Series: RWBY
Photographer: HatsuPhotography (
Cosplayer: BeyondFantasyCosplay (

You can also find us on Instagram (and officially on tumblr) now as BeyondFantasyCosplay!
I never did a comparision of my cosplay and the character but this time I simply couldn’t resist. You know… for me Cosplay is about letting a character you like become more real. Sometimes by adding more details or by leaving the hair float like they want. And seeing myself as the incarnation of Neo was very awesome!
Sadly the weather at #Animuc was very cold and humid so I didn’t get many pictures. Plus here in Germany not many people seem to know Neo or even RWBY.
That’s okay though, I’m still gonna wear her a lot over the next years ♡

I ♡ icecream

glorioussandwichwhispers  asked:

32. 32. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.” - Hartwin. Please <3

Oh boy. This got away on me. Apologies in advance?

It’s an awkward balancing act, juggling what he’s carrying and maneuvering his arm to press his thumb to the scan pad, then to jab in the passcode before it times out while not spilling anything, but he manages, just like he does every other day.

“Morning, Harry,” Eggsy calls as he enters the room. There is the mechanical whir of the door locking behind him; almost a welcome sound nowadays, the toll for the start of his favourite part of the day. As he bustles around the room, setting down his to-go cup of coffee, the paper bag containing his bagel (with too much cream cheese, just how he likes it and he’s sure Harry would greatly disapprove of), letting the file folders he had tucked underneath his elbow drop unceremoniously to the table with a relieved sigh. “You’re looking good today. Very lively.”

There isn’t an answer–but it’s not like he expects one anymore. The first week, he had. Had talked himself hoarse in hopes it would magically cause Harry’s eyes to open, his fingers aching with cramps from holding onto the bed rail so tightly his knuckles had gone white, red indents in the palms of his hands where his nails had dug in. He realized now, looking at how serene and sedated Harry was, how absurd that thought had been–but he had kind of hoped they’d be given just one more miracle. Apparently, he had expected far too much.

“Not laughing today, hey? Yeah, I guess my jokes ain’t as funny as they used to be.” Eggsy blows out his cheeks as he drops into the chair, rubbing a hand across his mouth. “S'alright. You still listen well enough.”

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The Lost Memories Part 10

Originally posted by sugutie

I wake up next to Jungkook, the one that I hated wholeheartedly and let’s not forget that he claims that he’s my husband

◇ genre : angst, romance & supernatural
◇ summary : Meeting with the one that would hold the reason why you facing this kind of problems
◇ words : 4.6k
◇ author’s note : I write this chapterr in a rush speed because I had to do my works so if there is any grammar or typos mistake, please do forgive me😊 thanks for supporting and reading my fics, love xoxo

《previous | next》(coming next week)

“Who are you?” The questions came out from your lips in a stutter way which makes Yujin knew that you are frighten and scared of the current situation especially with her sudden presence and the event where she just came out from the mirror in unexpected times and ways.

A devious smirk placed on her lips as a starter for her replies to your question. “I am you.” She trailed off with a fake surprised look on her face, mocking at you who looked confused over her words.

“As you can see in that mirror.” She puckered her lips as she swiftly turned her head towards the mirror, motioning you to take a look on mirror. You followed her gaze just to see the froze Jungkook who looked chubbier than the last few hours you had seen him.

“But that’s not me!” You exclaimed, a strange feelings rushed to every part of your body, still confused over her statement and feeling anxious over her presence there. You know it is just a dream but still you felt scared and afraid over it.

“Of course that’s not you because the one that you saw just now was me” She simply said while crossing her arms against her chest, slightly tilted her head as a response to your exclamation. Everything that she did was offending your feelings with her action and also the tone of her words. Somehow, she looks so proud and arrogant whenever uttered those words from her lips.

You think of impossible things when your brain finally interpreted her words into a terms which might be understandable for you. You hope that your assumption will be deny by her because it is difficult for your mind to comprehend since you failed to grasp the current matters that you are facing now.

“You used my body?” So you asked her with your eyebrow twitching to the middle as your eyes staring deeply into her, searching for a sight of confirmation that will support your assumption but only to catch a sight of her smirking towards you as a response to your question just now followed by some words that she uttered which almost makes you to believe her.

“No, I don’t use-” Her slender fingers traced up to her hair, twirling it as she paused for a momentarily. She makes you believed that she already finished answering your question yet, it just a initiator for the real conversation that she will began with.

“You lend me yours, so I can be yourself for the past few months.”

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Vengeance // Part II

Peter Parker x OC

warning? maybe

requested? No, but I’m working on one!!! Just school sucks right now!

Note: So hear is chapter 2 I hope you enjoy it, it was fun writing it!!! Give some love to @rejectcentral for helping me edit this chapter so that people will actually like it, you da best!!!!! Now without further ado….

Vengeance // part II

Peter and I  lay naked in the tub, the suds of the warm water  wrapped around our bodies. I lean against Peter between his legs and felt his soft lips on my neck.

“I missed you,” I sigh contently and lean further into him. “I’ve missed you too, Peter-”

“Say that again.” I arched my brow and turn towards him, “say what again?” I asked feeling his arms tighten slighting around my naked waist.

“My name, say it again. I’ve missed the way you say it.” Peter answered, he kissed my wet hair and nuzzled himself into it.

“Peter,”  I said but this time in a sultry whisper, Peter shivering against me.

“You’re absolutely ruining me Ms. Stark,” Peter said before kissing the shell of my ear. I turn myself, the water jostling slightly, and straddled Peter when I heard a knock.

“Hey Samara, it’s daddyo, um when you’re done with whatever you’re doing we can watch a movie, if you want.”

I heard my dad say behind my bedroom door, feet away from the open door to the bathroom. I sigh and lean my forehead against Peter’s shoulder, “Sure dad, give me 10 minutes.”

“Great! Um-I’ll be in the den on the 9th floor.” I heard my dad say before I hear his footsteps, both me and Peter listen as Tony’s steps disappear.

“There goes us having sex,” I said sitting up on Peter’s lap, his cheeks redden.

“We should wrap this up, I can’t have your dad finding out I’m here. He’ll kill me,” Peter said I lazily place kisses on his face.

“We’ve got 10 minutes, we can accomplish a lot in 10 minutes.” I said with a suggestive look. I rock my hips gently against him as  he let’s out a shaky sigh.

“We’ll get caught.” He said more to himself then I.

“Just surrender yourself Peter, you know you want to…”

I see the idea roll around his mind behind his doe eyes, “Take me, I dare you, Peter.” I challenged him running my wet fingers through his damp chocolate hair.

“You dare me? Fine, but don’t say that I didn’t warn you.”

I smiled in triumph, I was about to open my mouth but Peter attacked my lips, his hands traveling down my waist to my bottom, bringing me closer to his awaiting body.

~10 minutes later~

We spent most of the ten minutes rocking hard against each other bodies, I miss the way he feels against me. I didn’t realized I how starved I was of his body until I reached my peak of ecstasy.  Peter and I were panting slightly as we dressed ourselves.

I was wearing one of Peter’s old puny math equation shirt, with white cotton shorts, and Peter has on a pair of light grey sweat bottoms. He was looking for one of his shirts he left in my dresser that he has never got back.  

“How am I going to sneak past your dad?” Peter asked, forgetting to keep looking for a shirt. Not like I minded.

I thought for a moment, when an idea lit brightly in my head.

“My dad put this in my closet after you gave back to him, and this is a good time as any for you to get back into things, whatcha say Spiderman?”

As I said that i walked over to my walk-in closet and grabbed a dark grey box next to my shoes. I walked over to Peter and gently reached out the box to him.

He looked at me, then the box. “Spiderman died the moment you did, Sam…I can’t, I-I’m not worthy-”

“You are worthy, Peter. I’m here and I’m real, what we just did was real. You can’t let what happen take over what you are truly meant to do, you are Spiderman, you are my Spiderman. My hope, my happiness, my everything. If you give that up, then what did I die for? Nothing? Because it’s starting to feel like that.”

“Sam don’t say that. It’ll break me if I let down the people again,” Peter whispered stepping closer but still not taking the box.

“You’ll be letting them down if you don’t,” I whisper, finalizing the conversation, pushing the box into his chest. He slowly takes his hands and places them on the box, he then put it on the bed. He turned to me like I was all of a sudden going to change my mind, but I’m not changing my mind, ever.

He lets out a shaky breath as he lifts the lid.

Inside the box was his uniform, the red and blue rich with color. He grabs his mask and makes eye contact with the white eyes of the mask. His eyes look like he’s at war with himself.

I take a breath when he gently places the mask on the bed, as he then grabs the suit and holds the thin material in his calloused hands. Then he looks at me expectantly, I suddenly realize what he wanted.

“You’re kidding, I’ve seen you naked so many times,” I said with a laugh.

“I won’t wear it if you don’t turn around.” He said, tauntingly wiggling his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes and turned around, “Better?”

“Better.” Peter stated, I rolled my eyes, he can be so annoying. He’s lucky I love him.

I hear him drop his sweat pants, and bit my lip, I really wanted to turn around.

Then I heard him struggle getting himself into the suit, “This is a little tighter than I remember.” Peter said as he shimmied his way into the suit. I laugh quietly into my hand as I heard him struggle.

After a few seconds I felt Peter tap my shoulder, at that I turn around and smiled widely.

My hero stood before me, just as awkward and handsome as ever.

He had his mask in one of his tightly fisted hands. He kept looking at me and then back to the mask.

“Whatcha think?” Peter asked, looking at me then biting his lip.

“Just as dashing as I remembered,” I said with a grin. He gave me a blushing smile in return.

He was about to open his mouth when we were interrupted by a small knock at my bedroom door.

“Sam? You okay? Are we still on for the movie?” Tony asked with a soft voice.

“Yes dad I’ll be out soon,” I said, ushering Peter to one of my big windows holding one finger to my mouth, signaling Peter to be as quiet as possible.

“Okay hurry, Pepper made you some popcorn with extra butter, your favorite!” Tony said. Peter and I  waited until we heard his footsteps slowly walking away, signaling Tony’s leave.

We both let out a soft sigh of relief, and then started to laugh quietly, “We’re such teenagers, I love it.” I said once we regained enough composer to speak. Peter smiled and touched my hair gently,

“I’ll see you tomorrow? I’ll come by after school?” Peter asked.

“Of course, you’re the highlight of my day.” I said. I watched Peter as he still held a strand of my strawberry blonde hair in his gloved hands. He looked at the now open window, letting out a weary sigh.

“I guess this is where I leave you. I love you my Strawberry Shortcake.” Peter said with a smile and dropped the strand of hair that he was holding, bringing  me into a comical kiss, I let out a short laugh at the horrible nickname. Once he pulled away he pulled his mask over his face. I smiled proudly at my boyfriend.

“I love you too Parker, now go get em’ tiger.”

After that Peter shot a web on a nearby lamppost, he gave me one last look before swinging out of my room. I watched him swing  down the streets 0f New York returning to Queens, knowing he’d stop if he was needed. If the people need him he’ll be there.

I sighed and closed my window, I briefly look out at the starry night not seeing Peter anymore, than I walked out of my room and joined Tony and Pepper in the den.

We watched  Total Recall, Pepper and Tony were curled up together on the large couch and I at Pepper’s legs as she french braided ur now same colored hair.

“You guys can pass as mother and daughter now that you both look so similar.”

I think of my real mom Rose and my heart felt heavy, “We might have the same hair and freckles but you have to admit she’s a spitting image of Rose.” Pepper said sensing my sadness at the mention of my deceased mother which I’m glad for.

We didn’t talk much after that, we immersed ourselves into the film before us. As we watched the screen flash with gunshots and violence I felt a slight pressure in the front of my head. I paid no mind to it at first, until it kept on going to the point where my vision blurred and the pain became almost unbearable.

It was when I was breathing hard that my dad and Pepper realized something was askew.

“Samara are you okay?” My dad asked panicked after pausing the movie, my only response was to yell in agony.

Pepper was right behind my father as he had me in his arms, my vision fading in and out.

“Hang in there kid I got-”

Before I could feel him place me on the metal examining table of the lab, my vision faded to black.


3rd Person

A man and a women were hovering over a girl with hair so bright, that it made the sun jealous. Her eyes were shut and  her skin was as cold as ice, a shimmer glossing over her body.

“Operation Restore,” The woman said with a thick romanian accent. She had given ordered to a man who was hunched over the small girl’s body,  three puncture wounds evident in the middle of the still girl’s chest.

“Yes ma’am, commencing Operation Restore.”

The man, following orders, shot a green liquid filled syringe into the young girl’s neck, then proceed to take the enhanced efi pulaters.

He started to rub the pedals aggressively, “Let’s not have her turn out like her mother.”



Tony had to use the efi pulaters three times before his daughter’s heart beat came back. Yet she was still unconscious, and her breathing was faint and irregular. He placed a oxygen mask over her nose and mouth that was attached to a large oxygen tank.

Both Tony and Pepper nervously stood by her bedside. “She’ll pull through, she’s tough,” Pepper said placing her hand on Tony’s shoulder…


*3rd person next day at Midtown Science High School*

Peter Parker seems to have a extra hop in his step, which surprised everyone.

The brooding Peter Parker smiling? No it couldn’t be.

But it is and for reasons you wouldn’t believe.

The day went on and people were still looking at Peter like he has grown another head. At lunch instead of sitting by himself at a lunch table or the computer lab, he instead is sitting with his best friend that he hasn’t talked to since the passing of his girlfriend.

“Hey Ned,” Peter said with a dorky wave before walking over to Ned’s lunch table. Ned looked up at Peter beside himself, his best friend hasn’t talked to him in months. He knew that he was going through a really tough time, especially since the death of his girlfriend.

“Hey Peter?” Ned asked unsure as Peter sat himself down and started chowing down on  his fries that he got from the lunch line.

After a solid minute of silence and Peter eating, the dork noticed that he was being stared at.

“What? Is something on my face?” Peter asked wiping the back of his sleeve on his face.

“No, I’m just surprised that you, you know…” Ned trailed off in hopes that Peter catches his drift.

“Finally act like me again? Yeah I know, I just needed time. I mean, I’m still not…but I’m getting there, “ Peter said when he understood what Ned was talking about. Though Peter knows that Sam is alive he still has that burn in his chest, but it does not hurt as much as it used to when he thought Sam was dead. He still has a low hum of panic that all of this was some dream, and he would wake up any moment now and realize that Sam was still dead.

Ned smiled and patted his best friends back, he’ll take what he can get. As long his best friend is back in his life again.

After school Peter hung out with Ned for a bit in one of  the computer labs. Though he wanted to see Sam, Ned needs to see Peter as well, he missed Ned too.

After an hour or two, the two geeks said their farewells and Peter skateboarded all the way to the Avenger building. A smile was plastered on his face the entire trip towards the building.

Once he arrived on the floor where his girl was, he noticed something was off.

His Spidey senses began tingling.

“Sam? Mr. Stark? Ms. Potts?” Peter let out a small yell to project is voice. He pulled out his earphones when Pepper came into the room with an awkward face.

“Hey Ms. P, is Sam around or in her room?” Peter asked, dropping his backpack and skateboard by the elevator doors. Walking past Pepper, he looking left and right checking if Sam was going to barrel into him and attack him with a hug.

“She’s in the medical bay…”

Deadly silence hung in the air.

“What do you mean?” Peter asked as his fists clenching and unclenching to try and keep himself as calm as possible.

“She had an accident, but she’s fine now and breathing again-”

“Breathing again?!” Peter rhetorically asked before running out the door that lead to the stairs, the elevator was too slow for him.

“Young love.” Pepper said exasperate, leaning on the kitchen counter with a full glass of chardonnay.

Peter reached the medical bay in record speed and busted through the door.

“Is she okay?” Peter asked, slightly out of breath. He saw Tony leaning against a table with his reading glasses on, scanning medical charts. When Peter’s doe eyes casted over to Samara’s sleeping form, he double timed it to her bedside.

“She okay now kid, I’m trying to find out what exactly happened.” Tony said looking up briefly at the Peter who clung to Samara’s side.

The girl looked like she had fallen asleep with her thick hair fanning the pillow and her breathing at a steady rhythm.

“When do you think she’ll wake-”

Samara shot out up into a sitting position. Her breathing labor, she was looking around the room forgetting where she was for a second.

Tony ran over to her side, “You’re okay Sam, Spiderling and I are here.”

She looked over at Peter and immediately calmed down, feeling his hand in hers she gripped it tightly.

“What happened Strawberry Shortcake?” Peter said pecking her cheek.

She took a deep breath, “I-I remember Peter… I remember everything.”

Ndrv3 boys taking care of sick s/o, please?

I will have you know, anon, I absolutely adore anything that involves sickness. Sounds weird, but it’s true

Hope you enjoy!! Also I’m so sorry it’s almost 1am and I’m so tired so if these suck I apologize

-Mod Kaito

(Warning: mentions of vomit if anyone is uncomfortable with that!!)

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When Bitty mentioned, “I had that nightmare again about getting tackled during Pee Wee football” I had to write a fic in which he tells Jack about them for the first time. Lots of angst, and then fluff. Warning for mentions of violence and low-key homophobia. 


“And…what about the dream, Bits?”

Bitty startles and blinks, “Oh… I’m so sorry… I must’ve blanked out…for a second there… I….” He wipes his eyes.

“Shh, shh,” Jack’s voice is low and warm in his ear, “It’s okay. Take all the time you need, Bud. I only have press tomorrow, remember?”

Bitty sputters, “But-”

“Tater isn’t going wake up even if there’s an earthquake. I promise.” Just to confirm Jack looks across the dark room. Sure enough, the large lump that is Tater is rumbling away in the other bed.

“It’s still 2:43 in the morning for you, Jack.”

“I don’t care.”

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@mr-starkasm hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet “I just started rewatching Ocean’s Thirteen and realised I NEED this in…”

“He got his hands on the toaster” ������ I’m imagining Tony saying: I have a toaster and a hair pin that could probably be used as a screwdriver and I’m not afraid to use it!!! 6ft tall Steve would whimper and tremble in fear 

Listen that’s exactly what happens. Meanwhile Bucky is caught between exasperation–Steve, you could break him with one arm–and worry–he loves Tony, truly, but the guy is one (more) lab accident away from becoming a super villain alright. So he doesn’t know what to expect when he makes it home, but whatever it is, he’s Not Prepared for the real thing.

Tony has managed to use the hair pin as a screwdriver and tho he’s abandoned the toaster–which is MOVING ON IT’S OWN NOW, and no, Bucky isn’t even gonna touch that–and how the fuck does one make explosives out of a light bulb, some cables, a soda can and a lighter???


hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet

“I just started rewatching Ocean’s Thirteen and realised I NEED this in…”

Never stop your AUs are my lifeblood

Haha I’m not planning on it (I don’t think I could even if I wanted to, my mind refuses to focus on one thing at a time I’m afraid) but glad you’re along for the ride :)

The Deal

I’m not sure what just happened last weekend. I told the police. I know they don’t believe me. I’m not sure if I believe me.

Cory (my fiance) and I are currently long distance due to work and family issues. My dad’s in a home for people with dementia and I’m the only one who can visit him weekly, while Cory is currently involved in a project at his work three states away. Our relationship lately has been nothing but Skype dates and texts. But for Valentine’s Day we wanted to do something special, so Cory haggled for the weekend free and I booked a decent hotel. Nothing five stars, but enough for us to get some nice time alone.

He showed up Friday and we took off. After we checked in, we had a nice romp in the sheets and watched awful horror movies from his laptop. Overall, pretty great.

It was around midnight when I woke up to someone pounding on the door.

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It wasn’t hard to tell something was very wrong when Lucifer came back, he wouldn’t talk and just stomp off to the bedroom. You were worried, to say the least, especially since he had blood on his shirt. What really set you off was that his mother, the women who just watched him get cast into hell, was allowed to speak to him.

All you got was a ‘go away, [Y/n].’ or 'I don’t need to see you right now.’ and it hurt, by this point you had enough. Most of the bottles at the bar were gone since Lucifer was drinking them all down. Your fist hit the door. The knock was loud, yet not hard enough to hurt the door too much. “Luci…Please talk to me.” You mutter. This time you were met with silence but you knew him too well. He was in there and listening. “I’ve had about enough of this.” The growl really freaked the devil out, were you going to leave now too? Shit, he messed up, big time.


The door flew to the ground after kicking it. “Samael, Lucifer Morningstar.” You glared and instantly all the anger you felt was gone when seeing his terrified eyes. “What the hell happened?” The bottles of alcohol were all over the room. Taking a step towards him, Lucifer flinches.

Slowly, you move towards him again, keeping eye contact. Soon enough, your knees hit the bed and you embrace him in a hug. “Lu, it’s okay to cry. I’m not mad.” You whisper, rubbing his back. After a moment, he returned the action of affection.

“I-I killed him, [Y/n],” Lucifer mutters, and all over again, he felt like a child. “I killed Uriel. He threatened to hurt you if I didn’t tell him where mom was and I-I just lost it. I kill-”

“Shhhh.” You hush him, tightening your grip. His wife was so much better at comforting than his mother.

“I’m  a monster.” You listened to his cries and self-hate, letting him vent. By the end of it, your shoulder was soaked, not that you minded, and you were running a hand through his hair, softly humming.

“I love you, Samael, my Lucifer.” You say, kissing his forehead. You felt him tense when using his real name. “You’re no monster and, even if the whole world hated you, I will always be with you. I’ll always be here, sadly, you can’t get rid of me.” You heard a small laugh. “It’s okay, Luci. We’re okay. I know you still love your siblings, even after what happened so long ago. But what happened, happened. Tomorrow we can give Uriel a burial, though for now let’s get you in the shower and cleaned up. I’ll take care of the room.” Kissing his forehead, you wipe away the remaining tears, accepting a kiss from him as thanks.

It was going to be okay, as long as you were there. As long as he has you, Lucifer would live in peace.  

We can make this work Cole Sprouse Imagine

A/N: So I will start to try to make imagines now. I love writing about Cole, only because I got to know him through the years of watching his shows, and know on Riverdale. I love how he is just so content with himself, isn’t afraid to be completely foolish no matter where he is. And it just makes it so much easier to feel like myself too. But that’s me. So here it is. This does have smut in it and hopefully I do a good job.

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It was rather a nice night, nothing too exciting happened today, but none the less it was a good day. Especially with Cole being he for two months. I made dinner and put on our usual go-to-watch program, Criminal Minds. We’re 13 minutes into the episode and we already have our theories of who the killer is.

“Damn, Reed sure did change his look and God does it do him justice.” I say, before I bite my lip a little. Okay I do admit that I did say that just to get a rise out of Cole, but also because it is true.

“Please, they just did that so he can be more relatable for the show.” He says leaning his elbows on his knees.

“Excuse you I could say the same about you, Mr Forsythe,” using his character’s real name. “Well the cut of your hair wasn’t but you did die it. It’s called being committed Cole.” I say matter of factly.

“Touché,” he says now leaning back onto the couch.

“But you know, in a way he does remind me of you.” I say getting closer to him, siting Indian style no facing his right side.

“If you say because we’re both gawky, I’ll kill you.” he says sarcastically.

“Well you are a little socially awkward.” I say laughing, he just sighs and rolls his eyes with a smirk appear on his mouth. “No but seriously, you both are extremely smart, smarter than anyone in the room, tall, very handsome. Oh and did I say smart.” I say playing with his hair. As he lens into my hands he start to reply.

“Well I cant help but be the prettiest girl in the room. And the smart thing just comes natural.” he says coolly. We both laugh and that. God I love him, he kiss me, and leans us down as my back is on the couch cushion and he’s on top of me. When he breaks the kiss he says something so shocking, but as if it’s the most natural thing to say. “Let’s have a baby!”

“What.” shock is evident in my voice, but the good kind.

“Yeah why not (Y/N), I mean I’m gonna be 25 in a month, you’re 22. I think that we should actually make us serious with children. And come on we would be one of the coolest parents.” He says holding his weight up by his elbows resting just next to my ribs. “I mean you would the best MILF and I would be one hot DILF.” he says, as if he’s picturing our future kids friends just drooling over us.

“Well, you had me at Daddy I’d Love to Fuck.” I say running my hands through his hair bringing him closer to me. I kiss him hard but you could feel the love into it. “Yes, a million times yes.”

“Yeah?” he questions, his question is answered by me kissing him again. I can feel him getting up a little and he picks me up so my legs are around his waist. We don’t break the kiss at all, until he sits me down on the bed. He starts to strip me down until I’m in nothing and I start to do the same until he’s beautifully bare. He lays down right next to me and puts the blanket half way over our bodies. I look at him confused at his actions.

He just smiles and says, “I’m nervous and I want to do this right with you.” we turn on ur side to face each other.

“We got all the time in the world,” I say  as I start to kiss his neck and my hand makes its way to his almost hard member. I slightly move my fingers around it before I get a nice grip and start to stroke it back and forth. He’s already out of breath and moans my name. “(Y/N), Jesus I love the way you do that.” He says in between his moans.

He quickly gets his arm around me pulling me up so I’m straddling him now. I’m nervous because we’ve always used a condom, unless we were having oral. “I love you so much,” I say as he’s holding himself in his hands and I slowly make my way down as his hand now moves to my waist. “Cole.” I moan aloud as I get used to this bare feeling. God he feels so good inside me, especially like this.

I start to move up and down, slow at first and I lean to kiss him passionately. My hands run through his hair, his hands gripping my waist as I start to go faster little by little. We moan into each others mouths as we continue to kiss each other. We do this for two more minutes before we both cum for each other, as I slow down riding out our high together, I continue to rock my hips side-to-side now. Keeping eye contact with Cole makes it all feel so much better.

Apparently he couldn’t take it anymore as he grunts and flips us over so now he’s in control. He thrusts into me so very generously, as he sucks on my neck I can feel him lifting up my right leg almost to my should making him go deeper and deeper into me. “talk to me, please baby.” I say pleadingly out of breath. I feel him nod as he stops sucking on my neck.

He slows down putting his hand on one of my breasts. “Oh baby girl look how innocent you look under me. You love it how I make you feel this good don’t you.”

“Yes Daddy, I love how you are the only one to ever make me feel this good.” I say scratching down his back over and over again. “Fuck that’s good, oh…… shit.” I start to rub my clit in circles as it makes it satisfying my pleasure more.  He snatches my hand, and grabs both my wrists over my head, but not that roughly.

“I didn’t give yo permission to touch yourself, (Y/N). That’s my job,” He says as he starts to rub my clit up and down as he continues to thrusting into me. His thrust become slower but he rubs faster making me scream his name as he sucks on one of my breasts. My back arches up making my legs close tighter around Cole’s waist and pulling him closer to me if that’s even possible. Then he flips his actions and thrusts harder and slows his thumb on my clit, letting my wrists free with other hand, he grabs my waist firmly, steadying himself. I take that advantage and pull on his hair tightly. “Shit, baby girl, we’re almost there, are you ready to cum for me.” I moan out a yes while his movements are getting sloppy, as I cum and him right after me.

He slips out of me, still on his knees, running his hands down my legs. Both of us trying to catch our breaths before going at it for a third time. I get up to meet his position putting my arms around his neck  and him kissing me. His hand on my waist making their way down to my ass and squeezing it. “Mmmh,” is my response before I turn around, my back facing his and put my weight on my elbows.

He moves closer to me, still with his hands resting on my ass. I gasp as he gazes his member above my vagina. “You’re so wet for me baby girl. I love it when you’re in need for me like this.” He says still doing the same action as I whimper in pleasure. Then he pushes himself into me finally, making the both of us blurt out profanities. he grips my long hair in his hand, and with the other he moves my hips back and forth slowly picking up his pace. A minute later, Cole puts his leg out as if he’s on one knee, he thrusts harder then before keeping his grip on my waist as well as in my hair.

He let’s go of my hair and I start to do my own movements. I move so now that he’s laying on his back and I’m straddling him in a backwards way. Just like as we did the first time. I bounce up and down causing him to yell my name in pleasure. I start to pick up my paste as he lifts himself more into me indicating that he’s so close, just as I am. Our movements again become very sloppy as we ride out our high together.

As we slowly come to a stop, I move so that I’m now laying next to a very heavy breathing Cole. He kisses my forehead pulling me closer to him. “If that doesn’t give us a baby, I don’t know what would.” he says, I tiredly laugh at his joke, but I kind of agree with him.

“I love you,” I say before kissing his jaw.

“I love you.” He says back. We fell asleep into each others arms.

I would love nothing more than to start a family with this man.

The next morning I wake up so sore. But I smile because I see Cole looking at me so lovingly. “What?” I say, so shy now.

“I love how innocent you are sometimes as if you weren’t just fucking the shit out of me last night, taking away my innocence from me.” He says bluntly. “But I know that it’s only for me and fucking love it.” He says kissing me. “Ohh, yeah I’m sore. Shit if I knew I had to tell you I wanted a baby to get sex like that, we would of had a whole team of kids right now.” we both laugh at his joke, and agin I agree with him.

“Okay Sprouse.” I smile at him. “ Now all we have to is wait. Maybe a couple of weeks.” I say.

“What, yeah of course but now that I know you’re serious, I think we should keep doing what we’re doing every night.” he says pulling me closer to him by my waist.

“That does sound tempting.” I say, playing with his hair. We stay like this for as long as we could. And like he wanted, we do this for the next week.

A/N: And that is it for this part. You know for my first smut I think I did really good. Stay tune for part 2. Thank you and Love you all

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Yuri glared at the happy couple on the ice, practicing their lifting skills. “Get a room!” He shouted.

“You’re just jealous!” Came the response from Victor.

“Hell I am,” Yuri huffed.

Otabek chuckled next to him. “You want to try it too, don’t you?”

“Maybe,” Yuri mumbled, barely loud enough for Otabek to hear.

“I have an idea.” Otabek moved himself between Yuri and the happy couple.

Yuri groaned, because he could still hear their laughing. “Tell me, before I kick their asses to next week.”

“How about,” Otabek leaned in conspiratorially, “we practice in secret and then make it look like we do it perfectly on our first try?”

Yuri got a devious smile on his face. “I like the way you’re thinking.”

“Thankfully I’m still good for something,” Otabek sighed dramatically.

“Don’t beat yourself up over it.” Yuri patted him on his shoulder. “Come on, I’ll tell Yakov we’re going to work on your flexibility.”

“Of course you have to use that excuse.”

“Well, yeah. I can’t come up with anything else at the moment,” Yuri shrugged.


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