of course i made her do the arm thing

Praying

Requested By: @jasssra

Hey, your writing is amazing! I was wondering if you can write a Peter Parker imagine where he is dating Starks daughter and they’ve been together for a while but he then cheats on her with Michele and it breaks her heart. Thanks! :)

Like usual, I have a song to go with the imagine, so if you’d like to listen click here

Also the song influenced the title of the imagine.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Description: You and Peter met when he was introduced into the Avengers, you both started hanging out a lot and then you started dating. Tony didn’t like the idea of you dating him, but eventually approved, but said there would be consequences if he broke your heart. Something he never thought he’d have to do.

Warnings: It’s just really sad and emotional

Word Count: 2,919

A/N: Okay I’m not gonna lie but my hands were full on shaking the entire time I was writing this because I got so into it?? I was getting super emotional and angry while writing and listening to Ke$ha’s new song Praying. Also, can we just talk about her new song though? There is so much emotion and power in it and I genuinely love it so much. This might be why I put so much emotion into this or because I’ve kinda gone through a relationship like this so I know how it feels in a way?? I dunno, read at your own risk because you will be hit with strong feels.

“Everyone, I would like to introduce a new member to the team, this is Peter Parker, aka the Spider-Man.” Tony smiled proudly, patting Peter on the back who looked nervous as hell.

“H-Hey everyone.” He waved awkwardly, making everyone chuckle at his hesitance.

“Well don’t just stand here, go mingle.” Tony motioned for him to go start up conversations with Steve and Natasha, while he went to talk to Wanda and Clint.

“So how old are you kid?” Steve smiled, observing his features, he looked kind of young to be on the team.

“I- uh- I’m fifteen.” Peter stammered, shifting his weight on his legs awkwardly, he hated that he couldn’t talk normally.

“Stark says you’re the Spider-Man?” Natasha smiled, looking at Peter who nodded slightly.

“Y-Yeah I am.” He gave a slight smile, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously.

“Hey, it will be okay, I know everything is new at first and a bit frightening especially for how young you are, but trust me, you’re going to fit in nicely.” Steve smiled, patting Peter on the shoulder, before disappearing into another room with Natasha.

Peter stood there awkwardly, he didn’t know where to go, or where he was even allowed to go.

He decided to go look for Tony, but bumped into someone right as he turned around.

“Ah, -Shit I’m so sorry I-” Peter stammered, his eyes widening seeing you standing in front of him.

“It’s cool, I always run into people somehow.” You laughed, shrugging your shoulders before moving around him.

Peter stared at you, his expression showing clear confusion written all over it.

You opened the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water, feeling his eyes burning holes into your back.

“Is there a reason you’re staring at me newbie?” You spoke opening the bottle without even looking at him.

“I uh- I mean- How did you- Uhm..” Peter stuttered, mentally face palming himself for being an idiot.

“I’m just messing with you.” You laughed, turning around to see his face flushed with embarrassment.

“Y-Yeah, right.” Peter nodded, trying to act unphased, but you and him both knew he couldn’t hide anything.

“What’s your name?” You asked, propping yourself up on the counter, swinging your legs back n’ forth.

“P-Parker Peter, -I mean, P-Peter Parker. Peter Parker.” He stuttered, making you laugh quietly, before he clearly managed to say his name.

He gave you a nervous smile, which you returned with a smile back.

You jumped off the counter, walking up to him.

“Y/N, Y/N Stark.” You grinned, patting his cheek before walking out of the kitchen, leaving a wide-eyed Peter.

Weeks after being introduced to the Avengers, Peter started fitting in really well, you even started hanging out with him more, doing homework together or just sitting outside, watching the sky change from day to night.

It was peaceful, something you craved to have, mainly since your life was far from normal.

“Y/N, do you ever wonder what’s out there?” Peter asked you one night, you two were sitting out on the balcony, staring up at the night sky, stars twinkling before you.

“I used to, but my dad blew it up.” You laughed, turning to look at Peter who’s eyes were wide with shock.

You laughed even more once you told him the entire story, of how your dad and the Avengers protected New York from Loki and his army of space aliens, and how he sent a nuke into outer space and blew up the alien ship.

Peter’s face was priceless after that, he told you how he got his powers, and how he could stop a bus with his own bare hands.

You two bonded a lot that night, you both kept growing closer and closer.

A few months had gone by and you were walking into your dads office, you were going to break the news you and Peter had started dating.

“Hey dad, you got a minute?” You smiled, peaking inside the room, seeing him smile and wave you in.

“Sure thing kiddo, what’s up?” Tony smiled, but it slowly faltered, seeing your anxious expression.

“I uh- I have to tell you something..” You twiddled with your hands nervously, feeling his intense stare on you.

“Peter and I.. We’re kind of dating now? But it’s okay dad, he’s really sweet and I know he wouldn’t hurt me.” You gave a small smile, seeing your dads face become serious.

“Y/N, he’s a teenaged boy, they’re unpredictable, I should know, I was one years ago.” Tony sighed, rubbing his face with his hands.

“I don’t like the fact you two are dating, but give me some time to get used to it okay?” He saw your eyes light up a bit, making him give you a small smile.

“Thanks dad.” You replied weakly, turning to leave, but he put his hand up in a stopping matter.

“But if he does break your heart, there will be consequences.” Tony spoke sternly, making you nod rapidly.

“I know, thank you.” You smiled, before leaving his office, leaving Tony to think over everything.

Weeks passed, soon months, then a year, and you and Peter couldn’t have been happier.

You two were what they called in school “couple goals” which made you laugh every time you heard someone say you and Peter were.

Everything was great, you felt like a normal person in high school, with high school friends.

You were walking to lunch with Liz, you had been helping her with homecoming decorations.

“So, can you come over later to go over a few things for homecoming?” Liz asked you, looping her arm within yours.

“Of course.” You replied, looking around the hallway before entering the cafeteria.

You were talking to Liz, before you noticed how she was staring at something else.

“Y/N, I think we should go do some homecoming prep work.” She tried to turn you around but you refused, but you wished you would have listened.

There sat Ned, Peter and Michelle, at your lunch table, but Peter and Michelle were holding hands, laughing over a stupid joke.

And then it happened, the thing that broke your heart.

They kissed.

Your mouth dropped open, you were stunned, how could the sweet innocent boy you met over a year ago do this to you?

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you refused to let them spill.

You felt your breathing start to become rapid, the amount of emotions rushing through you was too much to control.

You walked over to the table, acting as if you hadn’t seen anything, sitting down next to Ned.

“Hey Y/N.” Peter smiled, but you didn’t return the friendly gesture.

“Are you alright Y/N?” Michelle asked, seeing your stiff posture.

“I will be.” You replied angrily, grabbing Peter’s drink, before dumping it on his head.

He sat there baffled, before looking up at you and seeing your face flushed, eyes red.

“If you were going to cheat on me, the least you could have done was break up with me, I would of understood.” You choked out, before grabbing Ned’s drink and dumping it on Peter’s head again.

“I never want to speak to you again.” You glared at him, before backing away from the table.

“Y/N, wait! Please! I can explain!” Peter ran after you, catching your arm.

Don’t touch me!” You yelled, making people look over at you both.

“You betrayed me, how could you?” You shouted, his shoulders slumping, avoiding your eyes.

“You’re an asshole Peter Parker.” You bit your lip, trying to get it to stop quivering.

“Y/N, please..” Peter pleaded, looking up at you through his wet hair.

You shook your head, a few tears slipping down your cheeks.

“Never speak to me again, in fact, I never want to see you again Peter.” You backed away from him, Liz wrapping her arms around you before dragging you off.

She gave Peter a look over her shoulder, which crushed Peter even more, he really screwed up.

He turned around, but noticed everyone was looking at him in pure shock and anger.

“Nice going Penis Parker!” Flash shouted, which made everyone else agree with him.

This was the longest day of Peter’s life.

Back at the Avengers headquarters, you rushed into the building, slamming the door behind you.

“Whoa hey what’s wrong Y/N?” Steve stood up, glancing at Natasha who looked equally as concerned.

Tears were streaming down your cheeks, you slowly looked up at the two, their expressions changing from concern to anger.

“H-He cheated on me.” You spoke in a whisper, your voice wavering as you stood there, your heart crumbling even more.

“No he didn’t, there’s no way.” Natasha shook her head in disbelief, looking at Steve who looked pissed as hell.

Steve pulled you into a hug, you let out a few sobs, before going to your room.

You sat there on your bed, trying to figure out what you should do first, but a knock on your door pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Hey kiddo..” Tony walked in, his heart breaking at the sight of you.

“Hey dad.” You smiled weakly, wiping your cheeks from the tears.

Tony walked over to you, pulling you into a side hug, and before you knew it, you were breaking down, letting out every emotion you had been bottling up.

Tony hated this feeling, he hated seeing you so broken, and he was one to keep his word, there would be consequences.

You soon had found out Tony had taken Peter’s Spider-Man suit from him, he told Peter he had wanted him to be better, and that if he was nothing without the suit then he just shouldn’t have it.

A part of you was sad for him, but at the same time you didn’t have a single care in the world.

Oh sometimes I pray for you at night,

Someday, maybe you’ll see the light.

A few weeks had gone by since your breakup with Peter, you had gotten rid of about everything he had given you, except a box of his belongings that you needed to deliver.

You hadn’t seen him since that day in the cafeteria, so you knew it was going to be a bit awkward.

Tony had kicked him out of the Avengers building, so you had to travel to his apartment.

You knocked on his door, awkwardly waiting for someone to answer.

When Peter opened the door, seeing you was a shock, he wasn’t expecting that at all.

“Y/N.” He breathed out, making your eyes snap up to meet his.

“I have the rest of your stuff.” You handed him the box, then crossed your arms.

“Uh, um, thanks.” Peter mumbled, setting the box on the ground.

“Well, bye.” You glanced at him one more time before walking down the hallway, only to be stopped by him.

“Y/N, please let me explain.” Peter pleaded once again, making you stop and turn around.

“No let me.” You glared at him, making his eyes widen a bit.

You almost had me fooled, but after everything you’ve done, I can thank you for how strong I have become.” You ran your fingers through your hair, trying to choose your words carefully.

“Y/N, I never meant to hurt you.” Peter tried to intervene but you held your hand up.

You put me through hell, I had to learn how to fight for myself, and we both know all the truth I could tell, I’ll just say this is I wish you farewell.” You gave a small smile, before turning around and walking down the hallway.

There was no way you were going to give into his bullshit speech about how he messed up and wished he never did what he did.

Peter watched you walk away from him, his heart breaking into pieces.

But he wasn’t going to give up without a fight.

You were sitting at the table in the kitchen, listening to your music.

I hope you’re somewhere prayin’, prayin’,

I hope your soul is changin’, changin’,

I hope you find your peace,

Falling on your knees, prayin’.

You couldn’t help but hum along to the words, you felt connected to the song in so many ways.

Steve and Natasha were in the living room, hearing you sing along to the song, their hearts breaking a bit.

Peter had really hurt you, and it was their job also to protect you.

You were singing along to the song when someone walked up to you, you glanced up only to be met by Peter.

“Y/N, please just let me talk to you.” Peter begged, making you roll your eyes in annoyance.

Can’t he just leave you alone?

“What’s there to talk about? You cheated on me, the end.” You stated bluntly, making Peter cringe.

“Nothing really happened between Michelle and I, it was a dare.” Peter tried to explain, but you were already over it.

I’m proud of who I am, I don’t need you, I found strength I’ve never known.” You sighed, looking at Peter who was still stunned.

“Peter, you need to leave.” You motioned towards the door, he nodded slowly, knowing it was no use, he had really messed up the best thing in his life.

You.

Oh, some say, in life, you’re gonna get what you give,

But some things only God can forgive,

I hope you’re somewhere prayin’, prayin’,

I hope your soul is changin’, changin’,

I hope you find your peace,

Falling on your knees,

Prayin.’

First Time for Everything

Originally posted by bbyoojung

Jay x Reader

First Time for Everything

Prompt: Jay x reader where they’re in a will they won’t they type of thing since he got to the island and finally they do and it’s in front of a giant crowd after Jay wins a game and everyone cheers. Sorry if that makes no sense. It’s nearly 4 in the morning and I’ve been stalking your blog! I’m obsessed with everything you write especially the Descendants things ️Sorry I forgot to mention. Will you make it where Jay is sooo heads over heals for her and he talks to Carlos and he nearly cries he loves her so much? I’m in need of something mushy

Note: I’m literally so hype for Descendants 2 omgggggg

Warnings: None??

Word Count: 1155

You tried to pay no attention to Jay. You buried your nose in your book and shoved your glasses further up your nose. It didn’t matter that he was doing pushups across the courtyard or that his large biceps were glistening in the sunlight or that his long raven locks were just begging you to tangle your fingers through them.

Must. Not. Look.

You couldn’t help yourself. It was just a quick glance up away from your world of paper and ink, but in that instant, Jay’s eyes locked on yours and he winked at you. Your heart flipped and you immediately looked away. His flirting had been less than subtle so far, not that you minded, and everyone around the two of you knew it was only a matter of time before the two of you got together.

You, personally, hoped it would be sooner than later.

Jay found himself lying awake most nights thinking of you. He’d imagine taking your hands in his own and kissing you and holding you in his arms. The most innocent things made his heart leap. On the Isle, he never had the chance to have something like that with anyone, and now that you were here and you were perfect for him, he couldn’t help but want to pursue it.

“Do you think she likes me?” Jay blurted. Carlos was still sitting up in bed, petting Dude.

“Have you see the way she looks at you? Of course she likes you.”

“I just…I’ve seen Chad eyeing her and I’m afraid if I don’t do something…” Jay felt tears threaten to spill over. “She’s…she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Then ask her out. She’ll probably be at the Tourney game. Or ask her to hang out for lunch or something.”

“Why are you so smart?”

“It’s a gift.” Carlos shrugged.

***

“Are you sure about this, Evie?” You asked her. You were in her and Mal’s room. Evie had called you down and had done your makeup and hair. Your eyelids were sparkly and white like freshly fallen snow, and your white hair was pulled back into an intricate braid. “I mean, Jay is…really hot and I thought he had a thing for Audrey anyway.”

“Ew, did you just call Jay hot?” Mal gagged. “Listen, you and Jay have liked each other from day one and Evie and Carlos and I and basically everyone else are sick of waiting around for it to happen.”

“So what’s the plan then?”

“Don’t worry about that,” Evie said. “He won’t be able to resist you.” She topped off your look with a shade of lipstick called ‘Frosted Rose’. “Well, he isn’t usually able to resist you, so this will be no different.”

You didn’t understand how Mal and Evie were so confident about this. You weren’t so sure, and you could feel your fingertips begin to numb, the first sign of your nerves setting off your powers. Great. The first guy in this whole school you actually liked and now you were going to freeze him solid. What luck.

“We’ll see about that…”

***

You walked out into the courtyard mustering as much of your mother’s confidence as you could manage. Evie had done an amazing job. Although she had done your makeup, you still looked unexplainably like yourself. She had just brought out all of your best features and covered up the little flaws. It did wonders for your self-esteem.

So, with a little pep in your step, you made your way over to where Jay was sitting on the stairs with Carlos. At the sight of you, Carlos smirked. The girls had held up their half of the plan, and having Jay here had been his half. Now it was up to fate to decide.

Jay could have sworn his heart stopped. You were coming over there. And suddenly Carlos was gone, leaving him alone with the Ice Princess of Arendelle. You took a seat on Jay’s thigh and draped an arm over his shoulders. If you were nervous, he certainly couldn’t tell.

“What brings you over here, princess?”

“You.” You replied with a confident smirk. “I’ll be at the Tourney game today, and I could probably be convinced to go out for ice cream after.”

“Is that so?”

“Yep.” You leaned a little closer, praying he couldn’t hear your heart hammering in your chest.

“Well, I don’t have any plans after. And I’ve never had ice cream before.” A sort of smirk tugged at his lips. It took every ounce of self-control to not lean in and kiss him right then and there.

“There’s a first time for everything, right?” there was more meaning behind your words than even you knew.

***

Confetti rained down on the Tourney field after yet another Knights victory. The players were surrounded by friends and cheerleaders and the marching band and students who had poured out of the student section. You looked around, searching through the sea of faces to find Jay.

There was a tap on your shoulder. You spun around, and there he was, a smile lighting up his features. God, he had a gorgeous smile.

You rushed into his arms, hugging him tightly. It was unexpected to both of you, but very much welcome. His strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you to his strong chest. And sure, he was sweaty from the game, but you couldn’t have cared less.

“Ready for some victory sundaes?” You asked.  

“Not yet.” He whispered, pulling out of the embrace to look at you. His dark irises flicked down to your lips. In moments, your cold hands were pressed against his warm cheeks, still overheated from all of the running and jumping involved in the sport, and then your cool lips were on his. He reacted immediately, reciprocating the kiss with all of the passion and raw emotion he had held in for so long. All of his lonely nights on the Isle, all of the Auradon days spent pining after someone he thought he couldn’t have, all of it was on the table now.

You wove your fingers through his thick black hair while the other hand remained on his strong jaw, a thumb stroking his soft cheek. His hands had found a comfortable place on your hips, and then rose to support your back, pulling you closer to him.

When you broke apart, he leaned down to rest his forehead against yours.

“You have no idea,” his voice was low and his breaths were labored and there was so much passion in his eyes that it made you want to melt into a puddle, “how long I have wanted to do that.”

“Same here.”

“I could tell.” He smirked. You gave his chest a playful shove, laughing.

“Ditto.”

“So do you want to go out for ice cream now?”

“Only if we can do more of that after.”

“Deal.”

DON’T TELL MARY

Pairing: Frank Adler x Wife!Reader

Warnings/Triggers: language, smut, angry!mary, vomiting


You had woken up to the slight sound of arguing. Groaning, you peered, through one eye, over at the digital clock on the nightstand. The current time reading, 6:22 AM, which meant you only had a mere three hours of sleep.

Yawning, you peel the blanket from your body, standing to your feet. With blurred vision, you eyed your surroundings in search for the pair of pajama shorts that you carelessly threw off, before tiredly climbing into bed this morning. You finally found them tucked on the other side of your nightstand and slipped them on with ease.

Another yawn escaped your lips, as you made your way into the kitchen to see Frank, who was leaning against the kitchen counter. He was in the middle of chastising his seven year old niece, Mary, who is sulking at the tiny kitchen table.

“… and lower your voice, please. [Your Name] is trying to sleep.” You heard Frank tell Mary, as you made your appearance.

“Too late.” For the third time, you yawned, walking up to your husband of 2 ½ years, placing a chaste kiss on his bearded cheek.

“Babe,” he sighed heavily, “why aren’t you still asleep?”

“Well,” you eyed your husband and step-niece, “I heard you and Mary having a heated discussion. What’s going on?”

“See what you did?!” Frank scolded her over his shoulder, before turning back to you offering you a cup of coffee that he just made.

“I didn’t do anything.“ The blonde girl snapped at her uncle, before turning back to her soggy cereal.

You shook your head amused by this. This was a typical day in the Alder household. Only this time Mary was refusing to attend her first day of school. You and Frank had raised this little girl to the best of your ability, before you both decided it was best that she tried her hand at a normal school.

You grabbed the cup of hot caffeine from Frank’s grasp, trying not to gag at the pungent smell. Coffee, lately had not been sitting well with you for the past week. But you still accepted it, not wanting to raise alarming questions that you will soon have the answer to.

You made your way over to Mary, setting your cup next to her, and squatting to her level. “Mary, what’s wrong, sweetie?”

The seven year old turned her big blue eyes at you. “Can you please tell Frank that I don’t want to go to school?”

“And why don’t you want to go?” You ran your hand through her shoulder length blonde hair.

“Because,” she huffed, “I just I don’t want to. Can’t I stay home with you guys? I mean, who is going to take care of Fred?”

You looked at Frank, who looked at you over his shoulder and then went back to the task of making Mary’s lunch. A peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

“Mary,” you turned back to her, “listen to me, ok. Your uncle Frank and I think that school could be helpful to you. We think it’s time you make some friends your own age. I promise you, it won’t be as bad as you think.”

Again, she rolled her eyes and turned back to her cereal.

“Alright, Mary, let’s go.”

Mary angrily stood up for her chair, and grabbed her backpack. As she and Frank headed to the door, she stopped and turned back to you.

“If he offers to make you a special breakfast, don’t be fooled. It’s just cereal.” Mary said snippy, before Frank rushed her out of the house.

You giggled, now sitting in Mary’s unoccupied seat. You looked up at Frank, who mouthed ‘don’t laugh at her’, while giving you a wink and taking Mary out of the door.

“Have a good day, Mary.” You yelled right as the door slammed closed.

You sighed heavily, looking down at your untouched coffee and Mary’s and bowl cereal, and gagged at both. The smell was nauseating. You got up to the sink to wash the dishes left behind when your stomach rolled.

Before you could finish, you bolted to the tiny, cramped bathroom, throwing up last night’s dinner. Your stomach gave and gave until there was nothing left to give. When you were finally done, you rinsed your mouth out and headed back towards the kitchen just in time to hear your neighbor, Roberta, threaten your husband.

“Tell your husband to get it together. Good morning, Fred.” Roberta said, rolling her eyes and stormed out of your home.

O..k.” You whispered, looking over at your husband who was back to leaning on the counter. “Why was Roberta threatening you this time?”

“About letting Mommy go to school.” He said looking down at his feet and then back at you. “You think I made the right decision? Letting Mary go to school?”

You reached up to cup his face gently in your hands. “Of course I do. I didn’t know your sister, but some of things you have told me, she would have wanted this for Mary. For her to have an actual childhood.“

“Thank you.” He leaned forward and placed his mouth against yours in a slow, endearing kiss.

You sighed, immediately wrapping your arms around his neck, as his arms gripped your waist. The kiss deepening, his tongue slowly caressing against yours.

You were the first to finally pull away, and he groaned in frustration.

“Why did you stop?” He whispered, kissing you again.

“Because,” you whispered, pulling away again, “you’re gonna be late for work.”

Another frustrated groan fell from his lips, as he shoved his face in your neck. “Fuck work. I don’t wanna go.”

You giggled softly at your husband’s barely audible words, keeping your arms wrapped around his neck. “Well, this sounds familiar. Like uncle, like niece, huh?”

He finally pulled back, his blue eyes glaring at you playfully. “I have social skills. It got you, didn’t it?” He joked, flinching as the back of your hand hit him in the gut.

“That’s rude.” You gave him a smirk.

“You love me.” He shrugged.

“Sometimes I wonder why.” You played with the hem of his white T-shirt, to pull him toward you.

“Because, you can’t resist me.” He came back willingly, boxing you in against the counter. He reached up to cup the back of your head, bringing your mouth to his and kissing you. Hard.

“Right.” You said in between kisses. “What did that girl call you at the bar the other night?” You nuzzled your face in his beard, running your hands underneath his t-shirt, feeling the bumps and grooves of his well-defined abs. “The quiet, damaged, hot guy?” You kissed his neck.

Another groan fell from his beautiful mouth. “Don’t start nothing if you aren’t gonna finish it.” His crystal blue eyes looked down at you.

“Who says I’m not gonna finish?” You whispered, reaching to unbuckle his belt.

And then it all happened in a blur. Frank brought your mouth back to his in another heated, searing kiss. All tongue and teeth. He hoisted you on the kitchen counter, and you parted your legs to let him in.

His lips trailed from your jawline to your neck, as your hands reached down to finish unbuckling his jeans. Once they were unzipped, they pooled to his ankles, and you could feel his erection straining against the black boxer briefs around his narrow hips.

He cupped your jaw, kissing your mouth fervently. You reached inside his briefs, and pulled out his hard cock, your tiny fist giving his girthy length a few strokes.

Fuck.” He grunted against your lips, his hands quickly grabbing onto your waist, and squeezing tightly.

“You like that, baby?” You whispered placing a kiss on his ear, his forehead resting in the crook of your neck. “You like my hand on your cock?”

God yes.” He strained.

After a few more tugs, he released his grip on your hips, and pushed your hand away from him. He then helped relieved you of your shirt, tossing it over his shoulder, and attaching his mouth to a puckered nipple. His other hand, reaching for your untouched breast, knead it desperately. His tongue swirled softly around your areola, before his teeth clamped gently down on your nipple.

You mewled, running your fingers through his dark hair, as your toes curled, feeling yourself becoming more aroused.

He began kissing your mouth again, this time helping you out of your shorts and panties, and his fingers instantly finding its way through your wet folds. His index finger circled around your clit, as his middle finger dipped inside, spreading your wetness around.

You gasped into his mouth, his deftly fingers playing you like violin. His middle finger still pumping in and out of you, while his index rubbed slow, tight circles.

Shit.” You muttered, feeling your body start to shake.

“You close, baby girl?” He questioned, rubbing just a bit faster.

You nodded, unable to form words, while pulling your arm tighter around his neck, feeling that coil in your belly threatening to explode.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He whispered in your ear, continuing his ministrations.

As you were just on the cusp of that mind shattering orgasm, he immediately pulled back. Gripping your hips, he didn’t miss a beat, impaling you on his cock, deliciously stretching your body to its limit.

He stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust to this intrusion, as he cupped your jaw.

“Look at me, baby.” He commanded, and you did what he said, staring at him with a hazy vision. He kissed your open mouth, once, then twice, and he slowly started to move his hips.

As he continued to kiss you, he steadily pounded in and out of your core, hitting that spot that only he could. You wrapped your leg around his waist and held on for dear life.

Nothing but the sound of your labored breathing, skin slapping, and whispered “I love yous” could be heard in the unusually quiet kitchen. And before you knew it that coil in your lower belly begin to tighten again.

“You almost there, baby?” He questioned, pistoning his hips a little harder. Every time his pelvis hit your clit that coil tightened a little more, your pussy starting to spasm. “Fuck, yeah you are. I can feel you, fuck, so tight and wet.”

He thrusted into you once more and you screamed his name, your body shaking and convulsing, as your orgasm tore through you like a fucking tornado. He then gave two more hard thrust, his hips stilled and you felt his warmth flooding you.

“I can’t feel my legs right now.” After a couple seconds of silence, you finally mutter. You were breathing hard, still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Frank chuckled softly, also trying to catch his breath. He kissed you softly, before slowly pulling out of you, and you whimpered at the sudden loss.

You watched through hazy vision, as your husband tucked his now soft dick back into his underwear, and then pulling up his jeans, but not zippening them.

He then reached down to the floor and picked up your discarded shirt, and helped you back into it.

You let out a little giggle, and he looked back at you, hands on his hips and a smirk on his face. “What’s so funny?”

“You’re definitely late for work now.”

He laughed, stepping in between your legs, grabbing your jaw with one hand. “Totally fucking worth it though.” He popped a kiss on your lips.

“Totally fucking Worth it.“ You agreed, leaning into kiss him again.

As your kiss deepened, Frank caught you off guard, grabbing you by the waist. You squealed as he lifted you from the counter, taking you into your shared bedroom, and dropping you on your unmade bed.

He slowly crawled up your body, leaning over you, and dropped another kiss on your lips, making sure to keep his weight off of you.

“Does this mean you’re playing hooky and staying in bed with me all day?” You shoved your hand underneath his T-shirt running your fingers up and down his smooth back.

He dropped another kiss on you and then smiled. “Just don’t tell Mary.“ He kissed you again.

“Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.” You giggled, pulling your husband’s mouth down to yours in a searing kiss.

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Night Sky Chateau (Jeff Atkins Smut)

While Ariana Grande sang through the speakers, people were dancing, drinking, and overall just having fun. Although prom was supposed to be one of the most special nights of your high school experience, right now it seemed like a regular school dance—except we’re in a hotel and not the gym. Between the saved money from bake sales, the Dollar Valentine’s, car washes, and other shit, we were able to make enough cash to have prom at this hotel called Night Sky Chateau. Pretty long name if you asked me, but it definitely suited it. Lights flashed all around the enormous dance hall, while I sat at one of the pushed aside tables. The song changes, everyone grinding one another. That’d be me and my date, if he hadn’t got a stomach virus and was bedridden in the hospital. Ate some expired sushi, and that was the end of it. I sigh, honestly just waiting for this night to end. I would go upstairs to my room, but a certain someone kept me down here. Jeff Atkins. He is honestly so sweet, unlike a lot of other people here. My eyes scanned around the room, before seeing him with my friend, Miranda. Also his girlfriend. Jeff did some of the cutest things for Miranda, and 9 out of 10 times she never deserved it. When they first got together, I knew how their relationship was gonna be. Miranda would use him as a sugar daddy, and give him sex and fake her love for him. Did it work? Hell fucking yeah. Did I wish it did? Fuck no. Jeff deserves better—he deserves me. I’m snapped out of my thoughts when Hannah sits next to me, pulling me into her side for a hug. I hugged her tightly, another pair of arms holding me on my other side. I take a glance, seeing Clay. I sigh, even my two best friends are finally dating, while I still sit alone. After Hannah tried to commit suicide, a miracle happened and she survived. Of course, Tony still had the tapes, and Hannah didn’t know what to do with them. So we did the only thing that made sense: show her parents and then the police. Bryce was put in jail, Courtney finally admitted to being lesbian, and everyone else on the tapes had been exposed for what they did. Clay officially asked Hannah to be his girlfriend, and here we are today. “What’s going on over here?” I hear Tony ask, Hannah, Clay, and I all letting go of each other. “Hey Tony.” I smile, a hint of sadness in my voice. Tony sits across from us, drinking from a can of Coca Cola. “Thinking about Jeff again, aren’t you?” Tony questions, Hannah and Clay looking at me. “No.” I lie, but the three of them see right through it. “Yes.” I sigh, after Hannah gives me a look. “I don’t know why you just don’t speak to him, and tell him your feelings.” Clay says. I glare at him, Hannah gives him a “I know you’re not talking” look, while Tony just shakes his head and sighs. “What?” Clay asks confused. “I know you’re not talking, considering how you ended up with Hannah. Hell, you even had a damn coach to talk to her so hush.” I explain, Hannah and Tony laughing, while Clay turns redder than Tony’s mustang. “(Y/N)!” I hear my name being called, the voice coming from Miranda. “Be right back, guys.” I say to the trio, walking off to see what Miranda wants. “Hey, what’s up.” I greet her, a cup of punch in her hand. “How you liking prom? Happy I brought you?” Miranda smiles, taking a sip from her cup. If you mean, dragging me out of my house, and kidnapping me to go to a dance with no date, just to leave me by myself hidden in a corner, then yes. I love that you brought me here. I think in my head, but say a simple yeah. “Well, where’s Jeff? You two were pretty comfortable on the dance floor.” I say, not knowing what to say or do. “(Y/N), please. I honestly don’t know or care, matter of fact. He’s yet to put a ring on my finger, claiming we should wait till after school ends.” Miranda rolls her eyes, me internally choking her. “Like how much time does one person need to feel ready for marriage? It’s not like I’m gonna stay afterwards. Hell, I might sign the prenup as he’s getting down on one knee.” She shrugs her shoulders, taking another sip of her drink. “Seriously, Miranda? You do realize he actually loves you right?” I say, not being able to hide my disgust, but like everything else I say or do, Miranda doesn’t notice. “That just gives me more leverage. If he would propose already, that scholarship would be mine too. It’d be my way out of this boring shit hole, now that Bryce is gone.” Miranda whines. “What the hell are you talking about Bryce for?” I say utterly confused, my eyebrows knit together. “(Y/N), you honestly think I was fucking Jeff for a relationship?” Miranda snorts. “Bryce is my actual boyfriend, Jeff is just a side piece.” Before I could even reply to that, I hear someone scoff. I look behind me, met with Jeff. “Are you fucking kidding me, Miranda?” Jeff’s voice is thick with anger, while Miranda stands there in shock. “Baby, that was all a prank, you know I lov—” Miranda tries to grab him, but Jeff yanks his arm back with a shake of his head. “Stay away from me.” With that, Jeff walks out of the dancehall. I go to follow him, but Miranda pulls me back. “Where are you going?” She questions, tears in her eyes. “Fuck you Miranda. Jeff should’ve never even gave you the time of day, and neither should I.” I yank my arm away from her, running after Jeff. I see Jeff get in an elevator, before running towards him. I get in the elevator just in time, Jeff sighing. “(Y/N), what do you want?” His voice is weary, his eyes closed as he leans against the wall of the elevator. Something comes over me, causing me to kiss Jeff. After awhile of him not kissing back, I pull away and start to apologize. He just stares at me as I continue to ramble, before grabbing my face in his hands and kissing me. I kiss back, the kiss turning into a make out session. Jeff picks me up, pushing me against the wall he used to lean against. His lips move down to my neck, nipping and sucking all over it. “You mind being a rebound for tonight?” Jeff asks, against my neck. A small amount of pain pokes my heart, but his lips make it all disappear. “No.” My answer comes out breathy, my fingers tangling in his hair. The doors to the elevator open, Jeff taking us to his room. He holds me up with one arm, his other hand unlocking the door for us. He walks us in, closing the door with his foot before slamming me against it. I moan low, Jeff kissing my neck and grabbing at my ass. I hear the sound of a lock, Jeff bringing us to the bed. He drops me on the bed, before we both strip. Jeff drops to his knees in front of me, spreading my legs. “We’re gonna play a little game, alright?” Jeff looks up at me, his hands placed on my knees. “I’m gonna write a letter, and you have to guess it. Get it right, we go on to the next one. Get it wrong, you get punished and try again. Understood?” “But, Jeff—” I get cut off quickly. “It’s daddy, baby girl, daddy.” He smirks, before licking a long stripe up my heat. I moan loudly, covering my mouth instantly. “Baby girl, don’t.” Jeff pulls my hand away from my mouth. “I wanna hear you.” I nod, Jeff going back to his letters. He does two half circles, after doing the line again. “B-b.” I stutter, my stomach clenching at the feel of Jeff’s tongue against me. “Correct.” He does the next one, but I can’t think of it so I guess. “R?” I ask, hoping I’m right. A hard slap against my thigh, makes me jump from the bed with a slight shriek. “Try again, baby.” Jeff does the same thing, but I still don’t know. “M?” This time I feel his fingers pinch my clit, my body shivering as I cum at the touch of pain and pleasure. “Wrong again, baby girl, and you came without permission.” Jeff shakes his head and sighs, I bite my lip. “One last time, or else it’s over.” He does it again, my mind finally getting it. “N?” Jeff nodding, gently rubbing my thigh. “Good girl.” He kisses my inner thigh. By the time we’re done with the alphabet, I’ve came 6 times altogether. I close my eyes, my pussy sensitive at this point. “Baby girl, you think I’m done?” Jeff asks, a smirk clear in his voice. I look up at him, his body hovering over mine. I slightly nod, my body still going through the motions. “I’m sorry to say baby girl, but we’re just getting started.” The biggest smirk is planted onto his face, before he lays down next to me. “Show daddy what you can do.” I find the energy to get up, and line myself with him. I slowly slide down his cock, the stretch bringing tears to my eyes. Big is an understatement, as Jeff completely fills me. “Holy shit.” He grunts, while I try my best not to cum right here on the spot. I lay my hands on his chest, lightly scratching him as I get used to his size. Once I’ve got used to him in me, I start to bounce up and down, Jeff’s hands grabbing a hold of my hips tightly. I can feel the bruises growing under his fingertips, but the enormous amount of pleasure I’m in surpasses the thought of it. Jeff starts to buck his hips up, putting me in shock for a second, as I squirt all over him and the comforter. We both look at each other in shock, going harder and faster. Jeff flips us over, his strokes slow but deep. I feel every of inch of his cock in me, my nails creating patterns of scratches up and down his back, but that just makes Jeff go harder. He puts my right leg on his left shoulder, wrapping my left leg on his right hip. The change in angle has me screaming so loud, my throat starts to hurt. A thrust harder than the last, brings me over the edge, me squirting for the second time in my life. Jeff keeps going, kissing me on the lips and neck again. Jeff pulls out, turning me on my stomach. He pulls my butt up, pushing my head down slightly, me arching my back to help him out. He slams into me, my hands clawing at the sheets, my moans and screams muffled by one of the many pillows. “You’re on the pill, right?” Jeff grunts, me answering with a yes. In a blink of an eye, Jeff shoots his load in me, me squirting all over again. Jeff pulls out before falling down on to the bed next to me. After a minute or so, Jeff gets up, getting a towel from the bathroom to clean us up. I get up, pulling the comforter off the bed, thankful the sheets underneath are still dry. I get under the sheets, Jeff laying behind me, wrapping his arm around my waist. “If being your rebound gets me this, oh I’ll be waiting for your next break up.” I joke, the rumble of Jeff’s chest because of his laughter, vibrating my back. “Or…” Jeff trails off, making me turn around to face him. “You just get it any time, by being my girl.” He kisses me. “I’d like that.” I smile, kissing him.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Kara has Alex and Superman to give her suitors the shovel talk, but what about Lena? Sometimes Lena feels lonely being the only Luthor, and not really having anyone else who supports her unconditionally.

I felt a little weird doing two family/ ensemble cast chapters in a row, but this is what struck me! Hope you enjoy!!

The Shovel Talk


 “I must confess, I still believe, *still believe*; when I’m not with you, I lose my mind, give me a siiiuhiigggn -“

Kara twists the key in the lock, and the door to her and Lena’s apartment swings open.

”Hit me baby, one more - Whoa!!”

There’s a crowd of people in her living room, and they all stop to stare at her as she enters. Apparently, she was so caught up in her singing that she failed to notice the half dozen guests waiting on her on the other side of her door.

“What are you guys doing here? Did i forget game night? It’s Tuesday! Is it my birthday? Is this a surprise party?”

“Kara,” Alex shakes her head. “Your birthday is in February.”

“Yeah?”

“It’s August.”

“Oh.” Kara feels some of her excitement die. “Well, it could be like, my six month birthday?”

“Kara.”

“Sorry, sorry. I just started thinking about birthday cake and now I really want some.”

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New Neighbors AU Prompt

This is for @a92vm who messaged me asking for this prompt!

I’m thinking about maybe continuing it for a little bit. So tell me what you think! 

EDIT: I decided to post this on ao3 here




As long as Betty had lived at her apartment building (going on 3 years now) the rental directly across the hall from hers had been empty. She had been a little concerned for a while because that meant she was all alone on the bottom floor of the brownstone. However, it was a pretty safe neighborhood so the worry had lessened after time.

Today when she arrived from home from work there were boxes stacked up in the hallway and a uhaul parked out front. She tried not to be nosey when she was gathering her mail, trying to catch a little glimpse of the tenant. However, it had been 10 minutes and the door that was left slightly ajar stayed that way, but she could hear people inside. So she decided maybe she would bake some cookies to bring them as a treat. Since moving was taxing.

Changing out of her stiff work clothes (pencil skirt, pressed blouse, stockings and heels) she threw on a pair of jean overalls that she rolled up her calves, with just a plain green t-shirt underneath. Her hair went up into a pony tail and then she set to work in her kitchen.

What kind of cookies should she make? She was an enthusiastic baker outside of her editorial day job, so she generally had all kinds of baking supplies stocked. She took a look around and glanced at her recipe book. Maybe good old fashioned chocolate chip and a powdered lemon? She checked to make sure she had lemon extract – yep, so that’s what she would make.

Turning on her music app on her phone, she set it on the counter near her recipe book. She pressed shuffle, the words of Halsey filling her ears and she smiled.

It took her about two hours before she was pulling the final batch of chocolate chip cookies from the oven. She had baked the lemon first so they could cool, as they were better just room temperature. She filled up a plastic container, separating the flavors by pushing them to either side. She stuck the lid to the bottom and debated on bringing some milk with her, but decided not to.

Betty looked through the peep hole in her door, trying to see if anything was going on in the hallway. Empty. She stepped out and tucked her key into the little pocket of the overalls at the front of her chest. She held the container close to her and looked out the front window in the hallway to find the uhaul gone. She hoped she hadn’t missed them.

She knocked on the door, knuckles rapping against the dark wood. She heard some voices inside before someone pulled the door open. A beautiful black-haired someone.

“Oh, hi there,” the girl who answered the door’s voice was soft, but it had an edge to it. Her eyebrows were impeccably arched and she looked like she was dressed for a dinner party, not for moving.

“Hey, I’m Betty. I live just across the hall,” she jutted a thumb over her shoulder towards her door which was decorated with a pretty fall colored wreath and blue and green stripped welcome mat. “I just thought I would come introduce myself to the new neighbors, I brought cookies.” She said thrusting out the container for the girl to see.

Her eyebrows rose but she smiled at Betty in return, hand reaching out and selecting a lemon cookie. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you Betty. I’m Veronica. But, I’m just here helping. Jughead here is the one moving in,” she opened the door wider, leaning against as she bit into the cookie.

Betty looked passed her and the sea of boxes to see two worn out guys, one laying on the couch and the other right on the floor in the middle of the room. She blinked.

“I don’t think carrying a box of fucking pillows can constitute as ‘helping’, Ronnie,” the one on the couch said, lifting himself up and ambling over to the door. He was tall, lean and broad shouldered. He was wearing some kind of grey beanie with little crown points over top of his dark hair. He was very attractive. Her mouth going a little dry at the sight of him, and then his hand was reaching out for hers.

She fumbled with the container, trying to shake his hand. God, why was she so awkward? Veronica pulled the container from her arms and she felt relieved. Her hand slipping into his large one, the warmth from his fingers almost burning her skin. She knew her eyes lingered too long on his hands and tore her eyes back up to his bright blue ones.

“Jughead Jones,” he offered, though Veronica had sort of introduced him already.

“Betty Cooper,” her lips curving into a smile at him, and she gestured toward the cookies. Veronica was munching on a chocolate chip one now. “I baked these cookies for you, thought it might be a nice welcome.”

He didn’t look at them right away, continued to stare at her, making her palms a bit sweaty. She wiped them on the backs of her thighs when his gaze finally turned to the container.

“Wow, thanks.” He pulled a chocolate chip one out, biting into it. He groaned, hand coming up to clutch his stomach. She thought for a minute some thing might be wrong but then he spoke. “That is the best cookie I’ve ever eaten, Betty, you’re amazing,” he shoved the rest of it in his mouth, already reaching for another one. Her cheeks colored red, and she bit her lip.

“Thanks,” her voice had gone quiet and soft, she couldn’t help but feel proud and embarrassed at the same time.

The other guy that had been laying on the floor was now leaning over Jughead’s shoulder, eyes landing on the cookies. His red hair stood out among the other two, theirs dark and inky colored.

“Oh man, those look awesome,” he reached over Jughead, grabbing a lemon flavored and bit into it. He also groaned at the taste. “Damn Betty, can you make other food too?” he said around the cookie.

Veronica narrowed her eyes at him, one hand still holding the container, the other on her hip. “That is incredibly rude, Archie.”

‘Archie’ looked sheepish, swallowing the second cookie he had inhaled. Betty just laughed though, her eyes crinkling up as she smiled.

“It’s alright. I do. Cook other things, that is. I’ve been told that my cooking and baking skills are on par.”

“Jughead, you have to have me over if Betty ever makes anything else for you,” Archie said, slapping a hand on Jughead’s shoulder, a wince his response as he rubbed his arm, probably sore.

“Like hell, Archie. She’s all mine.” Betty couldn’t help the way her breath hitched in her throat. Of course, he was just talking about the food. Right? They had just met. But she couldn’t help the way the words made her excited, stomach fluttering with a nervousness she hasn’t felt in a long while.

“Well, I’ll have you over for dinner sometime then. I don’t get the chance to cook for anyone but myself, so it would be nice. Just bring your appetite,” she was honestly happy to cook, she loved doing it. Cooking for a party of one got old, and she ended up with leftovers for days. Eating lasagna for four days in a row got tiring.

“Oh, I’ll definitely bring my appetite.” He stared right at her as he said the words, eyes burning so hard into her that she almost felt the heat. Was he flirting with her? Or was she imagining things? She had a hard time with that sort of thing.

“Right, good. I’ll just leave these here then,” Betty gestured to the cookies Veronica was holding with an amused smile, her brown eyes calculating.

“Thanks, again. For the cookies,” Jughead said, stepping forward out from Archie’s hand. He was close enough to her that she could smell the faint scent of cigarette smoke and leather. It made her a little dizzy and her knees a slightly weak. She smiled up at him, walking backwards toward her door with a little shake of her head.

“No problem.”

“I’ll see you around then?” he questioned, leaning against the door frame, one arm high above his head as they spoke across the hallway now, her back at her door.

“Yep, I’ll be right here. You know where to find me.” She pulled her key from her pocket. “Have fun unpacking,”

“Oh, I won’t. I might need a break this week from it. Maybe we can take one together?” he tilted his head at her, lips pulled into a smirk. Damn if it didn’t look good on him.

“Of course. Knock anytime.” She returned, hoping that didn’t sound desperate but rather just causal, maybe a little flirty. Her cheeks felt hot again.

“I’ll keep that in mind,”

“Have a good night, Jughead.”

“You too, Betty.”

Turning around and fiddling with the key in her lock, she felt his eyes still watching her, glued to her back. She silently prayed that her ass looked okay in the overalls. Finally stumbling through the door, she closed it, pressing her back against it as she sucked in a couple breaths of air. This was so hard. She hadn’t had a conversation like this in over three years, the last time she moved. The last time she had a relationship had quickly turned let’s just say, not so normal.

It made her heart beat fast with anxiety.

She finally heard the click of his door shutting, and she peeled herself away from the door. She needed a drink.

“Forget Me.” pt. 9

Park Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst

Format: Text Post

pt.1  pt.2  pt. 3  pt. 4  pt. 5  pt. 6  pt. 7 pt. 8  pt. 9 pt. 10  pt. 11 pt. 12  pt. 13  pt. 13.5 (End)


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I was always happy with her, not once did I feel as though she didn’t love me. Apart from that day. When she told me to forget her. It was as if she just told me to throw everything that we once had together down the drain, as if it all meant nothing. As if I meant nothing. 

Tour is going by so slowly, I just wanted to go back to Korea and search for her. I wanted to know. I needed answers. There are so many things that I needed to ask before I could let her go. She once told me how much she wanted me and how much she needed me in her life. How she couldn’t stand the idea of ever losing me. She always told me how much she cared, how much she wanted to have the most perfect future together because that was all she could see. But where did she go?

I remember telling her the same things. I remember telling her to make a wish when it was 11:11. 

“You honestly believe in that?” she asked me whilst laughing, we were taking one of those romantic strolls on the beach in Busan after staying up all night to watch the sunrise together.

“Of course I do! Don’t you?” I say laughing with her, it did sound strange for a guy like me to believe in those kinds of things.

“Mmm I have my doubts, what makes you believe in it so much? Has any of your wishes ever come true?” she turned to look at me still holding my hand whilst walking backwards now.

“The first time I had ever made an 11:11 wish, I wished for you. Now look where we are.” Her smile widened so much that I thought her cheeks may just start hurting. She jumped into my arms and I wrapped my arms around her waist. Without any hesitation, I spun her around. She looked me in the eyes still smiling and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. Neither of us could help but smile into the kiss. 

How I’d do anything in my power to get to kiss you again Y/N. 

I miss you. 

What happened to you? 

What happened to us? 


I think I’m slowly approaching the end… request for pt. 10 ~

You're mine, Omega (Chapter Three)

Jensen x Reader

Characters: Jensen, Jared, Reader, OFC Emily

Warnings: tiny speck of angst, anxiety, and jealousy

Word Count: 1727

A/n: If this posted after another one of the same thing posts, I’m having problems with tumblr right now. hopefully, this is the only one that posts. This is unbeta’d and all mistakes are my own. Tags will be under the chapter. Also, if you’d like to be tagged, please send me an ask, it makes it easier on me.

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Chapter One - Chapter Two

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anonymous asked:

Hey I've been absolutely loving your s/o with prosthetic limbs hcs. And since people seem to be requesting it in 4s could I request it with Reinhardt, McCree, Symmetra and Zenyetta, please?

Symmetra

  • The two of you were dating before the incident occurred
  • Symmetra had fallen for your cheesy lines and your ability to always look on the brighter side of things
  • Often you’d be helping her in her office as she worked on attempting to further the ability of her turrets
  • The two of you are one of the best combo teams Overwatch has seen in awhile
  • One day the two of you were in a mission, working back to back
  • Neither of you saw the bomb that rolled beneath between you. By the time you noticed, there was no way to escape. All you could do was throw yourself at Symmetra and cover her as the bomb went off
  • Symmetra was scared to death. The burns covering your back and limbs were severe
  • The doctors you that due to how bad the burns were, they couldn’t save the tissue or muscles of your limbs and most of them would have to be amputated
  • You were having a lot of mixed feelings about this and learning that you’d need prosthetic limbs. Not a lot of those feelings were good but prosthetics worked for many of your friends…
  • Symmetra was distraught, hating herself for not having seen the bomb, for not having protected you
  • “This is all my fault. You could have died. I could have..” Symmetra covered her mouth, tears filling her eyes as she stood at your bedside. “I could have lost you.”
  • The shock of knowing you’d be limbless soon meant nothing compared to seeing your Satya cry. 
  • “Baby, this is our line of business. You know we don’t go into it thinking that this stuff couldn’t happen. And Satya, love, you can’t protect me from everything. You can’t DO everything and expect to take the blame when there’s a minor issue,” you murmured gently, wanting to hold her but unable to.
  • “Minor? If i had known, you wouldn’t be in the hospital right now! You don’t get it-I…I don’t know what I’d do without you anymore…” Symmetra whispers. She wasn’t the type to show dependency but it was clear that in her way, she was trying to say that you were the only thing she could count on.
  • “I’ll get prosthetics,” you reassured her. “All of them will be approved by you, of course. Satya, I love you. I promise, it’ll be okay. I’m not going anywhere-ever.”
  • With a sniffle, Symmetra had nodded and layed her head on your arm, eyes closed as she tried to calm herself.
  • In a way, as you comforted her, you found that your own words made you feel better. It was knowing that Satya would always be here, needing you, made all of this worth it. For her, you’d do anything.

McCree

  • The two of you started dating after the incident that took your limbs
  • You two had been friends a really long time, since shortly after he’d joined Blackwatch back in the day
  • Jesse had grown very attached and even fallen head over heels for you. Unfortunately, it had taken much longer for your feelings to become mutual
  • And since Jesse had never been serious about a girl before, he’d kinda screwed it up by never asking you out
  • When the incident occurred, Jesse was called during a mission to be told you were in the hospital. Without a second thought, he left the mission and handed the leadership to another member
  • Jesse was there within two hours, running through the hospital in his gear still, bursting into your medical room
  • You laid there in the bed, staring out the window. There were bruises across your cheek and shoulders, just visible under the hospital gown. For a moment he did a double take as he stared at the metal he noticed gleaming where your arms would be…
  • “Y/N…what…what happened?” Jesse asked, striding over to the bed and pulling back the cover a bit. It was a prosthetic limb. His heart sank as he realized that you had ALL prosthetic limbs. What had happened to you?
  • “A mission went badly. It was a few days ago,” You said numbly. “I asked them not to tell you. I didn’t want to worry you. But Ana insisted you know today.”\
  • Anger burned in his belly, toiling with the worry and pain at seeing you so devoid of life. This was not the person he’d fallen for. Where had that cheery smile gone?
  • “You should have called me sooner. They told me and i was worried sick-”
  • “Jesse,” you said slowly. “I don’t want this. I don’t want prosthetic limbs.” When you looked at him with those tears cascading down your cheeks, his heart broke. “Who would love someone who’s only half of a person?
  • Sitting on the edge of the bed, Jesse gripped your shoulders firmly. “Don’t say such nonsense. Your not half of a person. Prosthetic limbs don’t make you any less of the person you were before.”
  • Shaking your head, you stared at him, sniffling. “No one wants a deformed girl like me. No one is going to love me, McCree. I’m never going to have a family or settle down because everyone will think I’m too hideous-”
  • “I love you!” Jesse blurted, and silence fell between the both of you. It hadn’t meant to come out now but to hear you say such things, when he loved you so whole-heartedly…
  • “I love you,” Jesse repeated. “I have for a long time. And the fact that you have prosthetic limbs doesn’t make you any less beautiful to me, y/n. Seeing what you’ve gone through just makes me love you more, because your such a strong person to deal with it as well as you have.”
  • For a moment you could do nothing but stare. Did he mean that? Jesse McCree…loved you? The thought sent a slight thrill through you, and your brain tried to register the fact that he was confessing his love while you were here, like this..a complete mess
  • “Darlin’, i’m not leaving,” Jesse said, cupping your cheek tenderly in a calloused hand. “Please…give me a shot. Let me show you how much i love you. Let me show you that these prosthetics can’t and won’t ever stop me from lovin’ you.”
  • Sniffling again, you nodded. And thats the story of how you two began dating.

Reinhardt

  • The two of you have been married for a few years
  • Reinhardt is probably a good ten or fifteen years older, but that didn’t stop you from loving him. He was honestly more embarrassed about his age then you were
  • Plus, he hardly looked that old
  • Reinhardt was the biggest sweetheart you knew. He was kind to everyone and had a way of making others smile, and that was what had first drawn you to him.
  • When disease took your limbs, you found yourself bedridden. The doctors had told you that even if you got prosthetic limbs, the chances were that you’d only have another five-seven years to spend with him
  • Reinhardt was heart broken. He loved you so much and so to hear that only after four years of marriage that he’d be losing you so soon…
  • You sunny disposition disappeared. The doctors said half those days you might feel unwell, and that as time went on the disease would only worsen. Death scared you, but not as much as the thought of being a burden to Reinhardt or him leaving you
  • Reinhardt didn’t falter in the slightest. When you needed something, he got it for you. He tried to encourage you to test out your new prosthetics. He took time off to spend at home with you to help you recover.
  • One day you took his hand in a prosthetic hand, turning it palm up. His hands were so huge…
  • “Reinhardt…I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry,” you whispered. “I want you to know that…you are not obligated to care for me. You are still healthy, and alive and strong. You should go, live your life as if I’m not here. I can only be a burden for you.”
  • Reinhardt looked offended, before cupping your face in his large hands with the utmost care.
  • “Y/n, do not speak such nonsense. When we took our vows, I promised you that in sickness or in health, till death do we part, that i would love you. This, all of this, has not made me love you less,” Reinhardt said gently, thumbs stroking the tears from your eyes.
  • “But i’m just holding you back. Didn’t you hear them? I can only get worse and worse..” you let out a soft sob.
  • Shaking his head, Reinhardt kissed your forehead.
  • “If it gets worse and worse, then i will still be there. Knowing we have less time does not make me love you less, but only helps me cherish the time we spend together more. It makes me look back on the last 4 years in a new light and honestly, if i had known this would happen back then..i still wouldn’t change you for the world,” Reinhardt murmured, his words falling in and out of his native tongue.
  • You couldn’t understand why he’d do that to himself, but you knew that if it were reversed, you’d be at his bedside too, loving and caring for him without a second thought.
  • Sniffling, you pressed your foreheads together and took a deep breath.
  • “Will…will you help me from the bed?” you whispered.
  • “Anything for you, my love,” Reinhardt said gently.

Zenyatta

  • The two of you were dating before the incident
  • It was really rather cute because Zenyatta was actually rather shy
  • He wasn’t always sure how to process his love for you, because he was never sure if he was wooing you properly
  • Once in awhile, he’d go ask Mercy or D.va for advice on how to be romantic and presents that you’d like
  • It turned out that when he presented you with beautiful gifts, you’d giggle because he’d always stammer over his words
  • When the incident occurred, you’d been dating for 7 months. Zenyatta was there in a heartbeat, holding your lifeless hand as you numbly listened to the doctors tell you that your limbs weren’t salvagable.
  • “Isn’t there another way? I…” you were so scared. You couldn’t help looking to Zenyatta, needing to know that this was going to be okay. It made you wonder, would he still want you if you were different? What had made him love you in the first place?
  • “My dear, i think we should do as the doctor says. Your health is of greater importance,” Zenyatta said gently, gently stroking your hand and arm. Neither moved, and he wondered what your new arm would look like, but knew better then to ask.
  • Feeling like you had no choice, you agreed. Zenyatta held you later that night when you cried, but he wasn’t sure how to comfort you. He asked Mercy and Genji and others as to how to make you feel better, for it make his circuits hurt to see you so upset
  • All they could say was that supporting you would likely help
  • The night after the surgery, the two of you were sitting up in bed. You were slowly flexing and unflexing your hand, your prosthetic legs crossed. Zenyatta decided that other then it being metal, it seemed no different from your original limb.
  • “Zenyatta…” you asked hesitantly, staring down at your limb. Tilting his head, Zenyatta stopped folding a blanket and looked at you. “You…you aren’t going to leave, are you?”
  • Confusion filled Zenyatta. “Why would i leave, my love? Did i do something wrong?” Zenyatta asked, not understanding the reason behind it.
  • Shaking your head, you slowly reached over and took his hand. The limbs felt so strange to you…
  • “I’m just afraid that…that you’ll decide you don’t want me now…”
  • “Because of these limbs? Y/N, i do not love you for your body, though i will say that your cuteness is ‘off the charts’,” Zenyatta quotes. “But i love the woman inside the body. Nothing could make me love you less. I think you look the same as you did before, and even if you didn’t, it is that smile and the person i see within that truly has my heart.”
  • You couldn’t help the giggle at his cute quote, knowing it was likely something he’d heard D.va say. But Zenyatta had sounded sincere and he was not one to lie.
  • To know he loved you no matter how you looked put you at ease, and slowly you found yourself noticing no difference between your flesh and metal limbs.
  • In the end though, it really was his support that helped your body and mind heal you. He really was a one of a kind omnic.
those four words.

just a quick saturday morning drabble/one-shot.
(angsty, fluffy goodness. i’m not sorry)

It was mid-week. Wednesday, or hump day, if you asked Reggie Mantle. The third day of the week, and four days since it happened. Fumbling with her locker, her forehead dropped against it, with a louder than anticipated thud. Attempting to regain her composure, she inhaled and exhaled a few times. Pulling away, she made another attempt at her locker. Successfully, this time. Taking note of her slightly shaking fingers, she pulled them into two fists and relished in the delightful sound of the crack. As the school bell rang to indicate the class was starting in five minutes, Betty put away what wasn’t needed for the next class, locked her locker and made her way to her first class.

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Liar

Pairing: Ivar x Reader
Summary: Reader gets punished when he thinks her and Ubbe are getting a little too familiar.

Length: Are you kidding? It’s so long guys..I apologize for nothing!
Warnings: OMFG tbh it’s pretty nasty, HOLY SHIT NSFW @ all, dom!Ivar, praise, dirty talking, explicit detail, swearing, A LOT of smut/implied smut going on here guys yikes! P.S. You thought I was going to hell before…think again! 

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quartzee  asked:

Hi! I’m so happy I found your blog! I was wondering if I could request the RFA + minor trio reacting to MC that had long hair getting it cut into a pixie cut! Thank you so much! <3

Hello! I’m so happy you like my blog! ^u^ I hope you like this! :)

Yoosung

  • Actually goes with you to the salon but when he sees your pixie cut, he gets worried
  • You look so beautiful and edgy and mature
  • People might think he’s too childish for you ;;;
  • He tells you you’re beautiful though and he takes a selfie of you two and makes it his profile pic
  • He’ll try to dress more mature in the following days and you ask him why the sudden change in wardrobe and he confesses that he feels so childish
  • And you reassure him that he’s not childish
  • To make him feel better, you put a ribbon clip in your hair to match his clips
  • CUTENESS OVERLOAD
  • Cannot stop staring at you and complimenting you
  • Is a blushing stuttering mess

Zen

  • Thinks you’re gorgeous
  • He liked you with long hair but when you wear his leather jackets, you totally look more badass and edgy and he likes it
  • Of course his leather jackets are way too big for you ;;;
  • So he buys you your own jacket
  • When you visit him during rehearsals he notices his male co-workers glancing your way and they would compliment your new hair
  • Not so subtly slides between you and his co-workers and throws an arm around you
  • “Babe, relax, I’m with you ^^”
  • “Yeah but I think your new look is unleashing the beast inside some men, babe ;;;”
  • Makes sure to keep an eye on you and step in whenever a guy makes the moves on you

Jumin

  • Oh…you cut your hair?
  • He actually preferred it long but your hair suits you
  • As long as you’re happy, he’s happy
  • You feel conscious when people keep staring at you during one of the company events you had to attend with Jumin
  • But he kisses you and reassures you that they’re staring because his wife is breathtakingly beautiful
  • Until someone makes a rude comment about your hair because they didn’t recognize you
  • But when Jumin turns around and shoots them an icy look they immediately apologize
  • You have to tell Jumin it’s okay, that he doesn’t need to kick the rude guests out of the party ;;;
  • He’s pissed that anyone would dare say you’re not beautiful but he calms down
  • He secretly wishes you’d grow your hair out again but he would never tell you because he wants you to be able to do whatever you wish
  • You’re also not allowed to wear any tube tops or off-shoulder outfits because without your hair, you’ll show off too much skin ;;;

Saeyoung

  • “MC, welcome home~”
  • Sees your hair and turns as red as his hair
  • CRITICAL HIT to his heart
  • “What do you think?”
  • I can’t let other guys see her
  • They’ll think she’s a boy
  • Except you know, she has a body of a hot girl
  • Zen is right, all men are wolves
  • Oh dear God how is she still so cute???
  • Ahhhh I’m dying!!! I wanna dress her up!!!! SO CUTE
  • “Saeyoung…?”
  • He squishes your cheeks together and fawns all over you telling you how cute and beautiful you are
  • He’ll post a photo of him in women’s clothes and you in men’s clothes in the chatroom and it’ll take Zen a while to figure out it’s you two ;;;
  • Absolutely loves your new hair

Saeran

  • You love your new hair but you’re not sure how Saeran would react to it
  • So when you get home and he stares at you without saying anything, you sort of panic
  • “You don’t like it?”
  • He’s quiet, but then he runs his hand through your hair
  • “I love it.”
  • Face is red and he’s avoiding your eyes
  • But then you’re red too
  • He doesn’t shower you in compliments like the other guys but he’ll keep touching your hair and you know he loves it

V

  • He loves your new hair!
  • You can make your hair glow in the dark and this man will still love you and tell you you’re beautiful
  • He’s super excited to take photos of you because it’s his first time seeing you with short hair
  • Will post a photo of you in the chatroom and everyone will gush over your new haircut
  • You’ll blush when you see everyone’s response and V would just smile proudly
  • He loves showing off his wonderful girlfriend to the world and you bet he’ll have a really nice photo of you for the auction at the next RFA party
  • Of course I think V would be a little selfish too and keep your photo to himself

Vanderwood

  • Stares at you with his arms crossed and a bored expression
  • “You cut your hair.”
  • “Do you like it?”
  • He would just shrug and say he doesn’t really care what you do to your hair
  • But when he turns around his eyes go wide and he’s panicking internally
  • “Fuck she’s too beautiful!!! How do I keep other guys off her???”
  • Actually loves your hair
  • He thinks your long hair would get caught easily on things or get pulled easily by bad guys so your long hair made him anxious
  • But now, you’d attract more attention because you still look so beautiful with that pixie cut
  • Has no intentions of letting you go out of the house alone ever

Niall went into the store early that morning. As much as the One Direction boys liked their sleep, they had to get up early to beat the crowds and rushes of people. Usually, they were okay no matter what; but the extra precautions prevented a lot of anxiety—especially in Niall’s case.

Regardless, he still had to put his hood on and hide himself as he walked through the aisles. For the most part, the only people in store at this hour were just the workers and some elderly customers who had already been awake for the better part of three hours now.

It was quiet, and made him sleepy and as he walked through the aisles looking for the things he needed as he put them into the cart. It was while he was inspecting cereal on one of the end caps that he started to hear the soft singing.

Waking up to kiss you and nobody’s there. The smell of your perfume still stuck in the air…

His ears perked up and he really appreciated the sound—it was light and airy and sounded utterly lovely this quiet, early morning. Turning away from the cereal boxes he looked for the culprit. She was this lovely girl, with her hair in a braid over the top of her head and dangling by the side.

Her uniform was just yoga pants, the store standardly given puke green shirt, and a black apron, yet somehow, she looked like a supermodel. Instantly, he wanted to speak to her but he couldn’t get the words out. He also could have spent forever listening to her sing. Especially listen to you singing his song.

But because he is shy around girls, he didn’t say anything to her at that moment and let her continue doing her job while he finished shopping. Throughout the store though, he paid very close attention to the sound of your voice echoing down the aisles beautifully.

When he was looking at different cereals he imagined what your normal voice sounded like and he pictured what it felt like to hear you say sweet words early in the morning. He almost shivered. With girls, Niall never really knew where he stood. Of course he was just getting used to all the girls that fawned over him from One Direction, but he really never got to speak to a girl casually, just talk then ask her out, then fall in love.

Through the checkout line, he didn’t say much to the boy behind the register and just waited for him to tell him his total. “Oh, I’m sorry sir, I hit the wrong button, I have to call my manager over,” he said.

Niall shrugged. “That’s alright, mate. I’m in no hurry,” he said quietly.

“What’s up?” The voice said. Niall’s neck almost snapped up getting whiplash as he looked up to find the singing girl speaking to the young man behind the register. As he explained his issue, you nodded sympathetically. Grinning widely, you made eye contact with Niall and you spoke sweetly. “I’m just going to move you to the register behind me to deal with this,” you explained.

“Sure,” Niall said clearing his throat. His own voice felt unused as he tried to speak to you. Moving over one register so the boy could wait on other customers, Niall felt tongue-tied. While you worked on the computer, Niall felt his mouth get dry and then all at once he blurted, “I heard you singing,” he said quickly.

Blushing, you looked up at him shyly through terribly long and beautiful eyelashes. “Oh, that’s embarrassing,” you smirked. “I don’t sing in front of people. I’m sure it sounded horrible compared to your voice,” you murmured.

He shook his head. “No, really, it was beautiful. Lovely on a lazy morning like this,” he promised.

“Thank you, Niall,” you whispered. “It’s one of my favorite songs,” you told him. “It’s so sweet.”

“Oh, thanks,” Niall’s cheeks warmed at your assessment of his number one hit, and somehow it meant more to him than all the magazine articles and awards he received.

When you completed his transaction, you thanked him for coming in and smiled graciously. He waved goodbye and took a deep breath as he pushed his cart forward. He was near the door when he stopped cold in his tracks and he bit his lip. Spinning around he caught sight of you just about to head off around the other aisles to fix them as you had before he spoke to you.

He hurried to catch up to you and he lightly tapped you on the shoulder. In a mouthful rush, he spat out, “I would be really stupid to not get your number. I’m not good with girls and I want…to sound smoother and elegant when I asked you for it…but I can’t. But you sing so well and I just need—”

“Niall,” you blushed putting a hand on your cheek and Niall imagined how warm it felt. “Of course you can have it,” you whispered. You were completely taken aback wondering what on earth Niall could want with you.

Breathing out with relief, Niall smiled happily and handed you his phone. Your hand almost shook as you put your number in. “Thank you, beautiful,” he said sweetly. His heart was pounding and his stomach was filled with butterflies.

But he couldn’t love it more.

*

Niall walked around you as you fixed shelves to make them look pretty for the customers. He didn’t want you to work because he wanted to hang out with you every second of every minute. “I’m not letting you do everything for me, silly,” you told him.

“But I’m bored and I wanna hang out with you,” he whined.

Turning to look at him, you sucked your lip into your mouth. After several dates and one movie night that turned into sleeping together on the couch, Niall didn’t show any signs of wanting to be apart from you. “Aren’t you worried you’ll tire of me?” You asked.

Niall’s heart was still pounding and his stomach was brimming with those butterflies that wouldn’t go away. “Of course not, princess,” he whispered. “Do you really think you’re that awful to spend time with?”

You thought about your past relationships. You were work driven, school oriented, and a busy bumble bee. They felt you were always busy and they got tired being with you and never having time to rest. You always wanted to do something and they didn’t seem to like it.

“Um…yeah,” you nodded. Frowning, Niall took hold of your hand, twisted your fingers around his and shook his head.

“I’ll never tire of you, promise,” he whispered.

Feeling your heart rate bounce a bit, you wanted to hope. But you just weren’t sure. Niall saw your uncertainty and he wanted to crush it with everything he had in him. It would take time but he would do it.

*

Niall had gone two weeks without seeing you and it felt like he was about to die. He felt sluggish and he snapped at his friends and was cranky toward people around town. Your texts to him sufficed and made him happy of course to hear from you, but all he wanted to do was wrap his arms around you and cuddle close to you while watching a movie.

His friends were getting annoyed with him. All he did was whine and complain about how much he missed you. Of course they cared…at first.

“Why don’t you just ask her on a date?” Liam wondered. The pair were playing a soccer video game to keep Niall’s mind off thing but he was being grumbly about that too.

“I don’t wanna bother her,” Niall said. “She’s fiercely independent which is great—but I feel like I can’t ask to see her.”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” Liam shook his head. “I’ve seen you guys around each other. You’re both deeply in love,” he reminded him as he grunted at the television while Niall effortlessly won.

Niall thought about how much he really loved you and he was suddenly worried that you didn’t feel the same. Maybe he shouldn’t have fallen so hard, but he did. As he was thinking, you texted him and he quickly looked at your message.

In the least scary way possible, can we talk later?

Swallowing a softball sized lump down his throat, he looked at Liam. “I hate to like ask you to leave, but she wants to talk and I’m really worried.”

Liam shook his head. “No worries, Ni. I’m sure it’s fine. Don’t stress yourself about it,” he said patting Niall’s knee and then heading out the door.

Niall quickly dialed your number and pressed the phone to his ear. “What’s up?”

You sighed. “I just wanted to hear your voice and talk to you…I’m sorry,” you whispered.

He breathed out in relief. “Well…that’s fine, whenever you want,” he said. “You had me worried there,” he admitted with a quiet chuckle.

“I told you it was least scary!” You reminded him.

“You know you can see me whenever you want, angel,” he told you scratching at the back of his head.

“Whenever I want?” You questioned. “That’s too much of me,” you told him.

“Why haven’t I seen you in two weeks?” He said suddenly. While he couldn’t see you, you squirmed in your seat on the couch feeling uncomfortable to talk about anything this serious. It made you feel clingy and weird to tell him the answer.

“It’s just…I want to spend every second I’m free with you,” you blushed. “And that’s so extra and clingy and stupid and you have way better things to do than hang out with me all the time—”

“Princess,” he chuckled and shook his head as he sighed back into the couch cushions. “I would spend every second of my day with you if I could,” he whispered.

The smile on your face hurt your cheeks. Niall could practically hear you smiling and it warmed his body. “You would?” You wondered.

“Hell yes, darling,” he chuckled. “I’d have you moved in so fast you wouldn’t know where any of your things went,” he explained. “But you’re so damn independent and worried about how much I adore you, you have no idea, baby. No idea at all,” he shook his head. “Come over,” he pleaded.

Your cheeks were burning hot with his compliments and you wished you could let yourself relax around Niall. “Oh…are you sure?”

“If you don’t get your cute butt over here in the next half hour, I will come physically handcuff myself to you and I don’t like handcuffs.”

Giggling, you nodded. “Alright, Ni,” you sighed. “Be right there.”

*

Niall felt like he was a puppy waiting at the door for his owner to come home from a long day of work. Every inch of his body was vibrating with excitement, his mouth was stretched into a smile bordering on looking crazed but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

You barely knocked twice when Niall pulled the door out of the way and yanked you against his chest. With his hands wrapped around you so tightly he kissed you as deeply as he could muster. Finally, his heart felt whole again and he was instantly home. He was warm and happy to be around you. He sighed as he pulled back from your mouth and he cupped your face with one hand. “Hi.”

You giggled, blushing brightly at him. “Hi, Ni,” you whispered.

Grinning happily he kissed your forehead and played with your hair while he looked over you. “I really missed you.”

“That’s weird. Thank you. I missed you a lot too,” you admitted and tugged him tighter to your body.

“S’not weird,” he said. “I adore you, princess.” Tucking yourself against his chest he practically purred. “Will you move in?” He asked. “Think about it, you’re home to sleep, eat, and shower and you can do that here and it will be cheaper and I can cook for you—I make really good chicken dishes—and I can rub your feet…and you’ll just be here and I’ll be here and we can make out all the time—”

Smirking against his throat you thought about how indescribably lovely that all sounded and you should have interrupted him to say yes, but you really enjoyed his description. “That sounds really nice, Niall…” you murmured happily against him.

“Is that a yes!?” He asked excitedly.

Sighing with giggle on your lips you nodded. “Yes, Ni,” you whispered. “I’ll move in.”

He spun you around overdramatically and pressed another earth-shaking kiss on your mouth. “I’m really happy, angel. Now I can wake up and kiss you,” he joked.

“You cheesehead, you can’t quote your own song!” You said knowingly.

“But…that’s how I heard you first,” he reminded you. “The girl of my dreams singing my song,” he said with a lazy expression on his face. He seemed to be looking you over as if you were hand spun gold and he was in awe of all that you were.

You shrugged and left his embrace so that you could cuddle yourself into his couch and spend the day with him for the last time when you would have to leave. “Well, get used to it, because I sing it in the shower for the duration I’m in there.”

“Darling, I was hoping you’d say that,” he grinned and felt he finally had everything in the world he could ever want.

normanthatisall  asked:

So...Caryl touches! Was trying to think of all the touches between them and whether it was Carol that instigates most of them or whether Daryl is more touchy than we first think? (I do!) My personal faves are his thumb rub in Consumed and the chin touch in Same Boat (the less talked about Caryl hug I think but actually one of the most important) I know you'll have a big old list of these mod that I'm sure you would love to share! 😉

You know what hon I started thinking about this earlier but was unable to write about it then and I have a suprising answer that just might blow some peoples minds. And blow a big hole in the arguement about Carol being an ‘agressor’ or ‘sexually harassing’ Daryl  as well.

So what I’m gonna do is go over the major touches between them and a give a point to whoever initiates the physical contact. Then total it up for you all and tell you what that means and might mean.

You guys ready.. ok lets go

Chupacabra Season 2

So point here for first contact goes to Carol. And this is the moment where Daryl flinches. A conditioned response to unexpected physical contact. Especially that close to his face or head/neck area. So point 1 goes to Carol.

Pretty Much Dead Already Season 2

Daryl instinctively reaches out and hauls Carol down, protecting her from daughter’s reanimated corpse. Even going as far as pulling her away so she wouldn’t see Rick shoot her. Its the first time we see Daryl do anything like this. Daryl gets this point.

so we have it at one apiece. Here’s where it gets interesting folks.

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Stroke of Midnight- Chapter 17 ~part 2~ (Pennywise x reader)

((I included links for chapters 16 and 17 (part 1) since they all tie in together. Hope you all enjoy and thank you all so much for the continued support! I appreciate all of you!!))

Chapter 16

Chapter 17 (part 1)


You breathed a sigh of relief when Roman walked through the door. You and your mom had been having a long overdue heartfelt mother-daughter talk. You had told her that you and Roman had been seeing each other and that you loved him. And of course she had congratulated you and gave you her blessing, which had made you tear up.

Your mom told the two of you that she was going to get coffee. Then she patted Roman on the arm. “Oh, happy Fourth of July, Roman. And welcome to the family.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Kenvyn,” he said.

Your mom left. Roman could tell right off the bat that something was upsetting you.

He sat on your bed. “What’s wrong, kitten? What do you need to talk about?”

You decided to cut to the chase. “I have things that I need to tell you and ask you, and… Penny, please don’t be upset.”

Roman sat on the edge of the bed. He put his hand on your arm. “This is serious. I can tell. You never call me that unless it is. What’s wrong, kitten?”

You took a deep breath and told him of your dream. Or as you had come now come to realize it was, your out of body experience. The only parts you left out was the little girl at the end and where you had talked about Pennywise’s questionable habits.

Now it was Roman’s turn to take a deep breath. “I can’t say I’m surprised. I should have known he would try to get to you like this. That he would try to recruit you and turn you away from me.”

“Who is he?”

“Maturin is an ancient being, just like me. He guards the Dark Tower. The place where you were at.”

“And what is the Dark Tower?”

“The Dark Tower is…” Roman idly waved his hand about. “It’s the center of the universe. Or the macro-verse as it’s also known. Maturin is one of its guardians.”

“And why would he be interested in me?”

Roman grabbed your hand and held it. “What do you think interested me in you? You’re strong willed. And you’re willing to believe in more than what you’re used to. Just that right there is enough to attract any supernatural being to you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Just what I need. Another supernatural admirer.”

Roman snorted. “I doubt that’s what he’s after you for. Of course you know I wouldn’t share you.” He brought your hand to his mouth and kissed it, a sly grin on his face.

Your stomach gave a lurch. Now it was time for the questions you really dreaded.

“Penny, why did you bring Chris below the Neibolt house?”

Roman lowered your hand, but he still held on to it. “I am a jealous being, Y/N. When you told me you were going to see Chris, I panicked. Just the idea of the two of you speaking together infuriated me.”

“But you told me you were fine with my going to see him.”

Roman sighed. “I thought I was. I was wrong. I am sorry.”

“And what about the floating children? Are they dead? Did you have anything to do with that?” Your voice was starting to become frantic now.

Roman started rubbing your arm. “Hey, hey. Shh. Most of them are dead. And yes, I put them all there. I find…missing children… dead missing children and put them in that state.”

You stared at him in horror. “But… why? Why would you do something like that?”

“To spare their families. To make sure the children are at peace.”

“But their families need to know. Oh my God.” You put your hand on your forehead. You were starting to get a severe headache. “Oh my God. I can’t believe this.” You blew out a loud breath.

Roman was still rubbing your arm. “Lot to process again?”

You let out a shaky laugh. “Oh you don’t know the half of it. Every time I think I get used to this, it’s just… bam! My mind gets blown all over again and, oh God, Roman why didn’t you just tell me you wanted to up our relationship?” You put your head in your hands. “I mean, you made me drink your blood.” You put your hands in front of his face. “Who the hell does that shit, Roman?”

“You asked me to do it, Y/N.”

You stared at him in shock. “What? Whoa. I think I would remember telling you that, and I most certainly do not.”

“Well, maybe not in those exact words. But you at least said you wanted to be with me for however long you could have me.”

You started racking your brain. And then you remembered. The night of the play.

“Behind the Neibolt house,” you said.

“Yes. I asked if you wanted to be with me forever and you said for as long as you could have me.”

“But you should have asked me, Roman. You should have asked me if I wanted to be bound to you even more further and we already were.”

Roman bobbed his head in agreement. “I know, kitten, I know. I messed up so bad. I just…” He grabbed your shoulders. “You don’t know how desperate I am not to lose you. When I saw you on that floor tonight, bleeding and unconscious… I wanted to take it back so badly. You have no fucking idea. I hate myself for what I did to you. I betrayed your trust in the worst way possible. And I swear to you, if I have to…” He placed his hands on either side of your face. “I will spend an eternity making it up to you, but please, say you forgive me for this. For everything.”

You sighed deeply. “So what does this mean for us now? What are we?”

Roman dropped his hands. He turned away from you. “You and I are imprinted on each other. No matter where we are, we’ll be able to tell what each other is thinking and feeling. Or at least you’ll be able to do it with me now anyway. I’ve always been able to do it with you.”

“So what is our relationship status? What would you call the human version of it?”

Roman placed his hand back over yours. “Well, I don’t know how to say this, Y/N. Your blood is inside me now. And vice versa. If I were human, you and I would be-”

There was a knock on the door. You and Roman both glanced up. A young blonde nurse walked in.

“Hi,” she said. “I’m so sorry to interrupt. I’m here to take your blood now.”

You turned your head away. “At least you warned me beforehand,” you muttered under your breath.

Roman gave you a weak smile and squeezed your hand. “I’ll be outside.”

He got up and left. The nurse took your blood.

“There is a lab here in the hospital. We should have the results back in no later than two days,” she said. She started to leave.

“Hey, wait,” you said. She stopped. “Can you look for other things besides infections?”

“Sure. What else would you like us to check for?”

You took a deep breath. “Pregnancy. I need to see if I’m pregnant.”

That night you lay in your hospital bed asleep. The doctors had decided to keep you overnight for observation. You had been given a clean hospital gown and were allowed to take a shower and clean off the rest of the dried blood.

As you slept, someone entered your room. You didn’t see who it was. Or that he had come up to your bed and placed his hand over your midsection. You didn’t see him close his yellow eyes in concentration or when his eyes popped back open. You certainly didn’t see the look of shock and horror on his painted face.

Or hear him growl in hunger.


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PJO - The Sweet Life

@percyyoulittleshit​ prompted: “Under all that lameness there’s a tiny dot of cool in you. Very tiny. Microscopic, really.”

*shows up a week late to Percy’s birthday with Starbucks*

Summary: Percy spends his birthday in the hospital with an emotional Annabeth and it’s still only like the 5th worst birthday he’s ever had. Also I’ve never really sat down and read any of HoO, so be gentle re: my characterization of Piper.


Later - much later, after the phone call, and the panic, and the crying, and the orthopedics consult, and the struggle to get comfortable - Percy curled around Annabeth on the bed and reflected that maybe it hadn’t been the worst birthday either one of them had ever gone through.

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Waking Days Ch1 - Enter Bill Cipher

A/N: Helllooo and thank you for being so patient with me. I know, I know, with that little joke I had it coming, but look, I’ve finally delivered!

I took a long while with figuring out a title for the long fic, and I may change it later, but this is what I’ve got for now, so feedback is appreciated. (And yes, the chapter title is literally the same one as from Flat Dreams. I am a nerd.) Enjoy, you guys. :3

Warning: Implied substance abuse. 

AU by @doodledrawsthings. Based on Flat Dreams by @pengychan.

“He that sleeps feels not the tooth-ache.”

W. Shakespeare, Cymbeline


Ever since he took that deal, he’d been regretting it.

Looking back now, he would take a million years in that stone tomb over what that giant salamander had subjected him to. He hadn’t expected on getting his power back, not really, but the least that jerk could do was give him a proper form. Hell, or at least keep him a triangle. But he’d never expected this. He’d been thrown into this form with no directions, no explanation except “You must absolve your crime.”

Yeah, great, what the hell did that even mean.

He hated it. He hated everything about this stupid body, about this weak pitiful meat sack that frilly asshole decided to shove him in. He had nothing, no power, no immortality, no means of escape. And if that wasn’t enough, he was slowly dying. He could even feel it. The slow, painful way each cell was loosing its energy. In just a few decades he would degrade, grow cold and end up feeding worms before he knew it, if this sack of flesh didn’t give up on him even sooner. After watching humans for so long, he’d seen just how easily they could die, hell he’d even been the cause of a lot of them. He’d found it funny, how easily they can break.

He didn’t now.

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Moments. Chapter 8: Gifts

Idea explained here

You can read all the parts here

(I’ve decided to put the prompts in the end from now on so it’s not like a spoiler or anything)


Chapter 8: Gifts

Sana handed her exam to her teacher with a smile. She collected her things and got out of the classroom sighing in relief. Finally, after weeks of studying she had finished her exams which meant that her second year of high school had ended.

The girls had finished their exams the previous day so they weren’t at school that day. They had agreed to meet that weekend though, so they could all celebrate together.

That didn’t mean she was spending that day alone, not at all.

When she got out of the school he was already waiting for her with a huge smile. She smiled back at him and approached him

“Hi” she said

“Hi? That’s all you’re going to say?” he asked “You’ve finished your exams! You’re free!!!”

He yelled using his hands to amplify his voice.

“I’m free!!!” she copied him laughing. “I can’t believe that it’s finally over”

She got really excited about it and before she realized she was hugging him, her arms around his neck. He hesitated at first taken aback for the proximity, it was the first time they hugged, but then he wrapped his arms around her waist tightly and lifted her off the floor twirling her. She closed her eyes and laughed enjoying the moment. After a few seconds he left her on the floor and pulled away slightly still with his hands on her waist and hers on his shoulders.

“I love seeing you this happy” he said

“I love being this happy” she said smiling widely at him “And you have a big part on that”

“Wow, is Sana Bakkoush softening up?”

“Ha, you wish” she said rolling her eyes “So, where are you going to take me today?”

“You really need to ask?” he said raising his eyebrows

 -x-

Of course he would take her there. That place had become their spot since that May afternoon they had spent together. They would always go there whenever he picked her up from school. They wouldn’t always play basketball though, sometimes they would just sit down and talk, just like they were doing that day. They were sitting one in front of the other in a comfortable silence, her hands in his, his fingers gently caressing hers.

“I have something for you” she said

For me?” he asked confused

“Yes, to celebrate that the school year is over. I mean you work at a kindergarten so you’ve also finished your task and get to enjoy the summer”

“That is true” he said smiling “And I have something for you too, to celebrate that you’ve finished your exams”

“Really? What is it?” she asked

“Ladies first”

“Oh, what a gentleman” she said rolling her eyes “Okay, I don’t know if you’re going to like it, maybe you think it’s awful”

“I’m sure I’ll love it”

She opened her bag and took the present from it. She handed it to him and waited for him to unwrap it. He opened it carefully and took what was inside on his hands.

“It’s a bandana, but I made the design myself” she said biting her lip “I know that it’s not much but…”

“You made this?” he asked in awe

“Well, I designed it but I had it done at a store” she explained

He looked at it amazed by it, the design was made of things that meant something for him, for them. There were carrots, basket balls, bluebells, even sketches of little kids smiling. There were some song lyrics too from their song. “Hold me in your arms” “Your heart’s against my chest” “I’m falling for your eyes”

“Do you hate it?” she asked hesitantly

“Are you kidding? I love it, Sana it’s awesome it’s so beautiful”

“You really like it?” she said smiling

“Of course”

He took his snapback off and put the bandana on around his head. He then held her hand and squeezed it smiling at her.

“Now my gift is going to suck a lot after this” he chuckled

“It’s not” she said squeezing his hand back

He licked his lips and nodded. Then he took the present from his bag and handed it to her

“I really hope you don’t get mad at me”

“Why would I?”

“Just open it”

She frowned at him but started to unwrap the present. It looked like a book, like an old book. She opened it and the first thing she saw was a picture of her, Elias and their older brother when they were kids. Under the picture they had written some words telling Sana how much they loved her.

“What is this?” she asked him

“Keep going” he said

She passed the page and there was a picture with her parents, again under it there was a text, written in her parents’ handwriting. She kept going and she saw lots of pictures, with the girls, with Jamilla, with Isak and the boys, even with Adam, Mikael and Mutta. And in every page there was a text, some lovely words from the people in her life. There were also some receipts and tickets and notes and just stuff that represented some moments she had spent with them. There were the receipt of the first time she had gone to KB with the girls, the paper she had wore during their trip to the snow last year –the one that said #3 SANASOL-, one of the flags they had used for 17 mai and so much more.

“How did you do this?” she said looking up to him in shock

“I had help from your friends and family, and the kids from the kindergarten helped me making it” he said smiling “Keep going”

She passed the pages until she reached one where there was something she wasn’t expecting, bluebells. But not any bluebells, THE bluebells, the ones he had given her the first time they had been in that place.

“Did you take this from my bedroom?” she asked raising her eyebrows

“Elias did” he chuckled “It was so hard, you wouldn’t leave your bedroom”

She laughed and shook her head. She looked down at the album and passed the page but what she found was a blank page, well not completely blank, there was no picture but there was a text:

“Dear Sana,

Every moment I spend with you is worthy to be remembered. I hope we can fill these pages with our memories.

Yousef ♥”

 

Yousef…” she looked at him really moved, the tears filling her eyes “I love it, thank you so much”

She got closer to him and hugged him burying her face on the crook of his neck.

“I’m happy you like it” he whispered in her ear.

She pulled away and looked at him, happy tears rolling down her face. He wiped them away tenderly and smiled.

“You want to start making memories right now?” he said showing her his phone

She nodded and sat between his legs, her back pressed against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. They both smiled at the camera and took a picture, their first picture together.

They spent the rest of the afternoon in that same position, her leaning against him, his arms wrapped around her, talking about all the memories they would make during their lives.

-x-

Prompt:  Future Yousana prompt: the first time they give each other gifts


Hope you’ve liked it!

I know it’s short but I just wanted to make cute little chapter to try to make you smile

I hope you don’t think that the gifts are lame haha

Thanks to @stressedoutteenager for giving me her opinion about the gifts and (giving me the kids idea)♥

You Made Your Own Bed

This is the follow up fic, I promised @meiosis2. It picks up the day after.


You Made Your Own Bed

Roy smiled at Riza across the table. They were having breakfast in the hotel restaurant.

Riza arched an eyebrow. “You’re smirking.”

“I’m not smirking, I’m smiling.” He shrugged. “I had a good night that’s all. Didn’t you?”

“Don’t.”

“I don’t regret it.”

“Neither do I, but this isn’t the right place to talk about it.”

“Well then, I’ll settle for smiling. You can’t object to that, Lieutenant.”

“You’re incorrigible, you know.”

“It helps when you’re trying to overthrow a regime to be incorrigible.”

“It also helps to be circumspect.”

Her eyes widened a little at something behind him. He turned to follow her gaze. Edward and Winry had walked in with their kids Sara and Urey. Riza waved them over to their table.

Sara tugged on Roy’s sleeve. “Can I sit on your lap?”

Roy’s jaw dropped. Sara didn’t wait for him to speak; she clambered up on his lap. He looked over at Winry, who was giggling into her hand, and he relaxed. Edward frowned as he took a seat beside him. Even so, the younger man said nothing. Winry sat next to Riza and Urey took the seat at the top of the table.

“Sara, you know there’s a seat free,” Riza said, “right here beside me.”

The girl shook her head. “I’m more comfortable here on Uncle Roy’s lap.”

Riza arched an eyebrow, “Looks like you have an admirer, General.”

Winry smiled. “Ever since the kids heard about your flame alchemy, it’s all they can talk about.”

Roy smirked. “Is that so?”

“I used to be able to do alchemy too,” Edward mumbled. “It’s not like that’s unusual.”

Roy bit back a snide comment. Besides, Riza was sending him a warning look from across the table. Yes - he would take the high road. He would be the mature one this time.

Urey looked at Roy. “Uncle Roy, can you really make things go boom?”

“I can,” Roy said, “but it’s very dangerous, Urey. I don’t use it unless I have no other choice.”

Riza made a soft scoffing noise. He knew she was remembering the candles the previous night.

Edward crossed his arms. “Didn’t see me showing off when I could do alchemy.”

Noticing the tension ratcheting, Riza quickly changed the subject.

“We were thinking about visiting the beach and wondered if you all wanted to come too.”

“We had other-” Edward started.

“Of course,” Winry cut across Edward. She lowered her voice. “They can’t go on their own together.”

Roy fidgeted and caught Riza’s eye. Did Winry really think they couldn’t hear him?

“It’s not like anyone is watching,” Edward said snidely.

Winry sighed. “That’s not the point, Ed.”

“I’m only agreeing to go because the kids would enjoy it.”

“Great,” Winry said. “What do you think, kids?”

“Yay!”

“Have you seen the sea, Uncle Roy?”

“No- never Urey - you’ll have to show me.”

“Uncle Roy!” Sara looked up at him with wide eyes. “Have you ever made sandcastles?”

“No, Sara.”

She smiled brightly up at him. “That’s okay, I can show you.”

Roy had never considered himself good with kids. He never knew how to relate to them even Elicia and he doted on her. So, it was a surprise to find that Elric children had taken a liking to him. Ever since Ishval, he had known he would never have children of his own. Being in love with your direct subordinate and trying to make amends for your crimes kind of put a dampener on that.

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Cocky (Jungkook College AU)

Originally posted by jengkook

Jungkook x Reader AU (Gender Neutral)

a/n: wow it’s been a long time. I’M SO SORRY OMFG IT’S BEEN SO LONG HOLY FUCKC. BUT I’M BACK !!!!! also, I’m really not sure whether to continue this or not, to make it a 2/3 part piece but I’m really not sure. Let me know !

type: university/college au, fluff (??), mild angst, romance-ish

word count: 1.7k

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The last thing you wanted to do today was to be told that your project deadline was being moved. Moved so that it had to be handed in a week earlier than what your whole class had been told before. Shit, you thought, I really need to focus.

You’d not woken up in the best mood, one of your flatmates had decided to bring around his entire sports team last night, and they’d been extremely noisy and loud until probably around 4am, meaning that you got hardly any sleep and that you woke up late, forcing you to skip breakfast and rush to your morning lecture. Just making it in time, you somehow powered through it, grabbing a coffee on the way to your favourite section of the day. The project and drafting room was the other side of the university campus, unfortunately for you, but the coffee kept a spring in your step and you arrived just in time, taking a seat at the side of the room by the door, on a small table away from the bigger round ones, where people all worked on their projects together. 

With being in an art and design course, you didn’t really have to focus too much in the lectures as they weren’t as beneficial and important as the project and workshop things that you had to focus on, so this was your favourite part of the day, and you and your teacher/tutor got on really well. 

The only downside, though, was the cocky bastard that always came in late. There was always only one seat left - next to you. 

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