their eyes were gonna blink and the ring would shine a bit

i’m gonna love you forever pt. 1

Request:  I have an idea for a story: the reader was engaged to Bucky (they were both madly in love) before the war in the 40s. And then he goes off to war and they never see each other again. BUT she also got into a super soldier program and is actually still alive and gets introduced to the avengers. Neither of them had any relationships cause they felt like they’d be unfaithful. Steve is happy to see her to but Bucky is just over the roof excited? Angst to fluff to smut maybe?

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, someone gets punched, 40′s slang name calling.

A/N: This is probably going to be a 3 or 4 part story, I really love this idea and it deserves a slow and deep story line.

Originally posted by complete-fandom-trashhh

~1945-Before the War

4 hours into my 8 hour shift at the local cafe down the street from mine and Bucky’s shared apartment, and I’m already done with the day, I think by boss can tell because I’m just a little on the cranky side, I’m usually very friendly and happy. However, I have a few of these men that just don’t want to take the hint that I have a boyfriend. Have for the last 5 years.

“Yeah? Well we’ve been coming here almost everyday for the past 3 years and I’ve never seen you with a man. You’re getting up there, don’t you think, hun? You’ll need a man to take care of a pretty dame such as yourself.” I roll my eyes.

“Look, gentlemen, I really do appreciate the offer, but I’m not joking about my boyfriend, his name is Bucky Barnes and he probably wouldn’t appreciate some strange men flirting with his woman while she’s at work.” The men bust out into laughter.

“Bucky Barnes? That guy is doll dizzy! You really think he’ll stay with you for long?” Heat floods my face, not from embarrassment, no, but anger. Who do these guys think they are?

“You must not see him very often then, huh? We’ve been with one another for 5 years.”

“5 years, eh? And he hasn’t put a ring on that pretty finger yet? I’d have you married, barefoot and pregnant by now if I’s him.” Okay, I’m officially done with this.

However, it doesn’t look like I need to defend myself anymore.

“This fat-head givin you troubles doll?” Speaking of the man of the hour. Bucky grabs me by the hips, spins me around and presses his mouth to mine in a heated kiss. It’s meant to show them that I’m his and to back off.

The guy stands up, obviously offended by the insult.

“Who’re you callin’ fathead, you active duty lowlife?” Bucky rolls his eyes.

“Alright now, there’s no need for you to snap your cap. After all, you were the one hitting on my lady now weren’t ya? I’d say I’m the one with the right to be angry.”

“You have a new dame on your hip every other month.” Bucky sighs, like he can’t believe he’s even having this conversation right now.

“Look, chrome dome, I know what you’re trying to do, and it’s just not going to work. I used to be pretty doll dizzy back in the day, but once you find the right one, no one else can hold a candle to them.” He smiles and presses a kiss to my mouth one more time.

The guy rolls his eyes.

“Ah whatever, you’ve lost a customer young lady. You can keep the call- girl, that’s all she’s good for anyway, right?” His buddies laugh along with him. I gasp, shocked that that insult even flew from his mouth. How dare he? He doesn’t even know me!

Bucky looks down, before letting go of my waist.

“Why don’t you finish cleaning this table, doll? I don’t want my lady to see this.” I get back to cleaning my table, a smirk coming across my face, knowing what’s about to happen. I don’t see anything, but I hear the punch that no doubt broke the guys nose. I hear people shout, shock no doubt over taking their body. Bucky comes back in the diner, coming over to me and pressing a kiss to the back of my head.

“Thank you for being my knight in shining army, Buck.” He smiles.

“No one talks about my doll like that.”

“You and Steve going to be having your usually lunch date today?”

“Yup, he should be on his way. It’s a good thing he didn’t see that, he probably would have had an asthma attack.” I chuckle.

“Well, now that your grandstand moment is over, why don’t you make yourself useful and go fetch the armored heifer for me.” He chuckles and heads back to the kitchen.

Bucky is such a regular part of the diner that no one who works here questions him coming and going for me.

He comes back with the milk, handing it to me to fill a customer’s glass.

“You know, as often as I’m here, you’d think they’d have seen me by now.” I chuckle, it is true. Just then, the door dings open, and here comes an exhausted Steve. Once he gets up to us, he’s leaning over, panting and gasping for breath. I pour him a glass of water while Bucky comes up to him, leaning over to pat him on the back.

“You ran here didn’t you, punk?” He just gulps and nods. I hand him a glass of water and watch him gulp it down so fast if you blinked you’da missed it.

“Slow down, Steve. There’s not water shortage here, ya know.” He just smiles at me before coming to give me a hug. As tiny as Steve is, I’m still a tad bit smaller than he his. He takes pride in that as well.

“Hey, doll.” Steve is the only guy Bucky allows to call me doll besides him, and I think it’s kinda cute.

I met Bucky through Steve, actually. Steve was at the same movie theatre as I and my sister was, and this punk in front of both of us kept talking too loud and no one could hear the movie, Steve was the only guy who was brave enough to speak up, and he ended up getting his ass handed to him in an alleyway. I just happened to be walking by that particular ally when I saw him getting beat up, and I know a fight is no place for a woman but I couldn’t help it. I had to step in and help him. The man ended up slapping me in the fact, but it didn’t stop me. Bucky ended up swooping in and saving the day, and stealing my heart in the process. A thief and a hero, all at once.

“Well, you boys better take yourself a seat and I’ll get your orders in. Unless, of course, you wanted something different tonight?” They both sit down, Steve across from Bucky.

“No doll, just half a burger for each of us.” I nod and head to the kitchen. We aren’t rich, but we’re rich in spirit, and that’s all we need. I get a free meal every week that I work without missing a day, and I usually take it home and split it with Bucky, sometimes Steve too if he’s around. We can only afford one meal today, and with some of Steve’s help they’re able to get one meal and split it. It might seem like a sad situation, but we’ve become used to it and it doesn’t even phase us. After the burger is done, I ho up to retrieve it, only to see there’s two burgers there.

“Uh, Roy? You made two burgers, I only needed one.” He turns and smiles at me. Roy is the owner of the shop, and I’ve worked for him for 4 years.

“I know, dolly. Go ahead and give them to your boys, you guys deserve it. It’s on the house.” My eyes tear up, and I quickly wipe them away.

“Aw Roy…you don’t have to do th-”

“Hush. It’s no problem, now go.” He winks at me and I smile, taking both the plates before taking them to my boys. When I set them down on the table, they both look up to me with an eyebrow raised.

“I don’t know, he said it would be on the house.” Bucky breaks out into a huge grin and stands up, placing a kiss on my lips.

“Well, I feel like this would be as god a time as any, as this day just keeps getting better!” I raise my eyebrow. Steve looks towards his best friend, smiling. Before I can comprehend what’s happening, or ask Bucky what’s happening, he gets down on one knee, pulling a small velvet box out of his pocket.

My hands instinctively go to my mouth, and my knees almost buckle.

“(Y/N), I will never forget the day I met you. Standing up for my best friend, risking your own safety to protect someone else you didn’t even know. I knew right then and there that you were something special, and that I wanted to make you mine. I was shocked when you actually agreed to go out with me, seeing as my reputation around here wasn’t great, but you looked past that and gave me a chance. And here we are 5 years later, and I hope I’ve made every day since then as enjoyable as I know how to, and I hope you will let me continue to make you happy as Mrs. Barnes for the rest of our lives. Will you marry me?” He opens the box and reveals a tiny diamond ring. I had been trying to keep the tears behind during his speech, so I could see his handsome face. I nod my head furiously before my knees finally give, and buckle. Bucky catches me on the way down, lifting me up and kissing me deeply. There’s an ocean of ‘aw’s’ and people clapping, Steve being one of them. Still in the throws of bliss, I almost miss Roy coming up to us, patting Bucky on the back before pressing a kiss to my cheek.

“Congratulations you two. Now, why don’t I get you guys a couple of to go boxes and you can take the rest of the day off.” My day has just gotten so much better, I can’t believe he FINALLY proposed to me! Taking my two boys with me, and admiring my left hand all the way home to eat our dinner as a tiny family. My life is awesome, but, all good things must come to an end it seems…

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Marry Me

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“Lance I don’t think this is going to work.”

“Oh c’mon, of course, it’ll work! You got a ring, you’ve rehearsed the question, and even if you two have never actually used the word dating you’ve been going steady for, like…” Lance paused as he did the math. “I dunno, a year? Hard to tell in space.”

Keith didn’t look up as he rolled a small circular trinket between his fingers.

“It’s a wooden ring. I had to carve it myself.”

“Hey, it’s acceptable! I mean it’s not like there are a lot of Jared’s out here.”

“She doesn’t know what dating is Lance.” Keith sighed as he clenched the ring in his hand. “Besides, isn’t a year a bit soon?”

“Now you’re just making up excuses!” Lance scolded. “I mean my cousin popped the question after like six months. Still together with two kids.”

“Still, what if-”

The blue paladin finally lost his patience.

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Summary: Three years after the murder of Jason Blossom, Jughead Jones begins writing his second novel in the comfort of Pop’s chocklit shoppe.
(Adult) Jughead Jones x OC

Words: ~1700

Author’s Note: Okay, so I got tangled in the messy obsession that is Riverdale. This is the result. I wasn’t sure if anyone would want to be tagged because this is far outside of my normal writing fandoms, so I’m just gonna, kinda, let it out there.

Originally posted by elizabethccoper

There’s a cup of coffee on the left. A vanilla milkshake on the right. A laptop in between, the screen glaring white in the darkness of Pop’s, and he absently stares at the words on the screen, the text blurring together in some sort of hieroglyphs because he’s been staring so long. Reaching out, his fingers brush the ceramic coffee cup and pull it to his lips, but he’s startled when he tips it back and it’s empty. There’s grounds in the bottom of the cup, like some Gypsy’s tea reading, and he wonders if his future lies in empty coffee cups and melting milkshakes.

“Need a refill?”

Jughead blinks once, twice, sitting the cup down, slightly off-center from the rings the cup has created on the tabletop. The coffee steams and his eyes trail up it, to the spout of the brassy coffee urn, over the white knuckles wrapped around the handle, the rings on slender fingers reflecting the purple lights of the chocklit shoppe.

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fic: the trace of pleasure or regret, (5/5)

Previous: One - Two - Three - Four


When Rose had agreed to come to Shareen’s wedding, she was excited - not just for her friend, and to see her old mates, but for where the evening reception might lead. She’d considered that maybe she’d get the Doctor flirting with her, get him up dancing, show him off a bit to her mates. She’d hoped that maybe, when they got home, he’d give her a kiss goodnight again.

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Daddy’s Little Monster (Joker x Reader)

Originally posted by grysamobojcow

Warning(s): Smut, Daddy Kinks, Unprotected Sex, BDSM 

Pairing: Joker x Reader

Author’s Note: This is my first time writing smut, so please, leave critiques to help me improve.   

“Get your ass over here…” The deep voice from the Joker barked, his sapphire irises were wild with pure anger and raw lust. You of course obeyed the crime lord, quickly shuffling towards the green haired man, your head lowered making sure that you didn’t make any eye contact with him. 

“Yes, M-Mister J–”

With quick and jerking motion, Joker pushed you onto the large bed, not caring that he knocked the wind out of your small frame. His face twist in that of disgust, while his foggy eyes lingered onto your body. His heavy and violent gaze sent a wave of fear with a mixture of yearning throughout your being. Your arms rested carefully on your chest while your wide eyes were glued onto the dark ceiling.  

“What did you just call me?” He spoke, his guff voice now an octave lower than usual. You didn’t say anything, you weren’t entirely sure if you could speak or not. You didn’t want to upset the Joker anymore than he already was, and you’re terrified that if you did say something wrong you might get punished.

A cold and calloused hand yanked you up by the face like a rag doll, a small yelp escaped your throat while your hands shot up and began to grip onto his cold wrist. Joker’s sharp fingernails dug into your skin, a shock of pain slowly traveled towards your cheeks.    

“Answer me, {Name}.” He said, his wild blue eyes glaring hard at you. Your lips were forcefully puckered by his hand that aggressively tugged and grabbed at your face. Nothing but muted mumbles came from you. Joker watch you struggle to answer him, his sickly yet handsome face stretching in a wide smile that showed off his silver grills.

“C’mon, baby…I can’t hear ya’! Speak louder for Daddy.” He growled.

“I-I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have called y-you by your name…”

“Mhm, bad little girls don’t get the right to call their Daddy by their names, right?” Joker hummed out, his free hand wondering around your hot body. His icy touch made your breath hitch, and your lower regions tingle with familiar excitement. You nodded your head while you pushed your body against his. Slowly, Joker let go of your face, only for his hand to lightly rest on your neck. His long fingers traced old bruises that littered on your numb skin. 

With a swift movement, Joker pulled away from you, earning him a moan of longing from you. 

“Undress yourself, princess…” He whispered, “Daddy doesn’t want to rip your pretty lingerie.”

You bit your lip while you began to unhook your expensive bra, your perky breast now exposed and free from the garment. Joker eyes were glued onto your half naked body, his chest rising and falling dramatically, and his heavy breathing echoed and bounced off of the cream colored walls. Your thumbs played with the hem of your silk panties while your face mimic that of a little girl.

“Are you gonna punish me, Daddy?” You asked, pulling the baby blue underwear down your {skin tone} legs, the silk fabric fell around your bruised ankles. “I’ve been such a good girl, I’ve done what you ask me too–”

“Turn around; face down, sweetie.” Joker muttered, interrupting you. Eagerly, you scurried towards the pillows that messily rested on the king sized bed, your face pressed against one of the many purple cushions while you stuck your ass up towards the air, showing off your now wet womanhood. 

The heavy sound of footsteps ringed in your ears, the violent noise of metal objects clashing against each other made your stomach drop and flip with morbid anticipation. The crime lord was collecting his special toys

His favorite punishment tools.

You crossed your legs, adding pressure between your legs, easing the unforgiving twinge that your lower regions endured. You wanted him to touch you, to ease your aching body with his. 

“A-Ah…Daddy, please.” You begged, your voice smothered out by the numerous pillows that your hot face rested in, but he somehow still heard you. 

“Please what, darling?”

“Mmm, touch m-me, please!” 

Joker tossed the multiple sex toys onto the bed, his fingers unbuckling the name brand belt that held his expensive pants up. The sound of his belt hitting the floor sent a new wave of excitement through your core. With a swift movement his hands wondered on top of your hips, his fingers jabbing against your skin.

“You want me to touch you?” He asked.

You nodded your head. He smiled and planted a sloppy kiss onto your ass, his lips were soft and cold against your skin. Slowly his ring clad fingers traveled down towards your womanhood, and with a blink of an eye his digits steadily rub small circles on top of your clit. The older man pinched and teased your bundle of nerves, making you even wetter by the second. You shut your eyes as his thumb pressed against your clitoris and his middle finger teased at your entrance. This was going agonizingly slow, you just wanted him to fuck you already, but you knew Joker didn’t just fuck, he plays mind games with you until you’re broken and begging for more. 

“C’mon, Daddy–Ah!” 

He slipped his middle finger inside you, cutting off your sentence. He roughly pumped his finger in and out of you, curling them and twisting them around inside you. Your juices made his fingers slick and wet. The sound of his fingers thumping into your core blended in with your loud moans. You were going to cum, you knew you were. You held onto his wrist, forcing him to push deeper inside you. 

“Does my little princess like it when Daddy fingers her pussy?”

All you did was moan out, your vision dotted with black spots, you were seeing stars. Joker’s fingers were pushing you over the edge, so much so, that your back painfully arched and your body covered in cold sweat. His free hand rubbed your back in the same manner of how you should pet a cat. 

“Oh, I’m so c-close!” You yelped, Joker chuckled and with a slowly but forceful movement, he pulled his fingers out of you. You choked out a whine while the tickling feeling of your juices trickled down your inner thigh.

“I can’t let you get ya’ rocks off yet,” He said, reaching over to grab the thick purple rope. “You still have to go through your punishment.” 

Joker licked his lips while his eyes gazed at his fingers. “Look at the mess you’ve made,” He scolded, his face scrunching up in faux disappointment. “Be a good girl and clean this up for Daddy.” 

You quickly sat up, your small hands holding onto his wrist while your lips pressed against his pale fingers. Your tongue lapped up all the juices off of his fingers, sucking them until they’re clean. Joker pulled his digits out of your mouth, a trial of thin saliva was created. He smiled at you and he began to tie you up in thick rope. You giggled when you noticed his focus was wavering. Playfully you pressed your breast together, making the man purr with lust. 

“You like what ya see, Daddy?” You smiled, licking your lips slowly. He tugged at the lavender rope, making you groan out in pain, the rough rope harshly rubbed at your skin.

“Oh, darling. Who told you that you can tease me?” He pushed you onto the bed, your back landing on the silk sheets. His fingers quickly tied and pulled random knots together, making the rope hug tightly around your sweaty body. Soon he was please at what he did. Your arms were tied behind your back while your perky breast were roughly press down by the thick rope. 

“You’ve been a bad girl these past few weeks…” He said, his eyes not leaving you while he effortlessly pulled off his thin white dress shirt, revealing his toned tatted up abdomen. The multiple golden chains that hung around his neck shined in the fiery bedroom light. Joker looked so fucking sexy, you swore that this man was the poster child of sex and violence. 

“I could name all the shitty things you’ve done that pissed me off; or I could just show you, hm? Which one would you like?” He chuckled, his baby blue eyes now dark, and with one arm he flipped you over on your stomach. You didn’t say anything which made him aggravated. Joker pushed your face roughly into the bed, smothering you. “Answer me!” He growled, pushing your face harder into the sheets. 

“Show me! Show me!” You choked. He let you, allowing you to breath. His low, husky voice protruded a giddy chuckle, while his hand reach for the multiple sex toys. “I was hoping you were going to say that…” He mumbled. The sound heavy objects dragging against the soft bed sheet ranged in your ears. You began to twitch around when you felt the icy cold touch of the familiar paddle grazing your lower back. 

“Are you gonna spank me–” You were cut off by a sudden slap to your ass. You let out a small but shrill scream from the sharp pain, but of course Joker didn’t give a shit. 

“No talking unless I tell you to,” He mumbled. “That’s one of the things about you that just grinds my gears…You talk too much, don’t know when to shut up.” He swung the paddle against your ass again, the loud slapping sound of your flesh getting assaulted by the wooden paddle echoed throughout the large, messy room. Joker sloppily, but still aggressive and violently, spanked you. This went on and on for about twenty minutes until the older man tossed the paddle across the room, you flinched at the sound of it violently hitting the wall.

“This boring me…” He huffed out, rolling his blue eyes. “Believe me, princess, it’s fun spanking ya till your black and blue. But I wanna get to the exciting part.” The sound of his pants unzipping turned you on by the second. You wanted him inside you, right now. You rise your ass in the air, showing off your dripping wet womanhood and your now red ass. His hands rested on your hips and without saying a single word, Joker slammed into you, making you scream out in a wail that held pain and lust. 

It’s been forever since you’ve felt Joker’s member inside of you, with him going in and out of asylums, you’ve never really gotten the chance fuck him. Or get fucked by him, as you should put it. 

“Oh, gosh, darling…You’re so tight.” He moaned as he forcefully moved himself in and out of your small and wet entrance. His pale fingers tangled into your {hair color} hair, while his toned hips crashed against your backside. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed and bounced off the walls, the erotic sound made your stomach form knots while your body became hot. Joker slammed into you, making you arch your back and moan out in disbelief and raw bliss. You bucked your hips, forcing him to go deeper inside you. 

“Mmm, Daddy–harder, please…” You gulped, your eyes screwed shut, and your teeth bit at the silk sheet beneath you. You wanted to feel him, roam your hands around his toned back, but alas you couldn’t. As your hands were tied down by the thick rope, and every movement you made, made the rope aggressively rub at your skin. 

Joker slapped your thigh making you wince, and with a swift movement, he shoved his entire member inside of you. This action made your whole body shudder. You were seeing stars at this point. The green haired man sloppy thrust his hips, signaling to you that he was close. Salty sweat stuck onto your numb body while your face contoured in that of pleasure. 

The older man choked out a strangled groan, and without warning he came inside of you. The warm feeling of his seed filling up your womanhood sent you over the edge. “Mistah J! Oh, I’m cumming!” You moaned out, tears adorning your eyes. Even though he already came, he was still inside of you. Shoving his thick penis in and out of you. A familiar wave of euphoria washed out you, and with a quick jerking movement of your body, you came. 

“That’s right, darling…Good job, cumming all over Daddy’s dick like that.” He muttered, his voice an octave lower than normal. Slowly he pulled himself out of you, making some of the semen that was inside you seep out, you closed your legs, too embarrassed to show what the Joker has done to you. 

The sound of his pants zipping back up ranged through your ears. Slowly you sat up, only to wince at how sore and raw your nether regions was. You watched as Joker began to dress himself, tossing on a dress shirt while he fixed his hair, slicking it back to show off his iconic forehead tattoo. 

“A-Are you gonna untie me?” You asked, your voice meek and sore from all the screaming you did. He looked up at you, his royal blue eyes glaring at your naked body. 

“You still need to get punished,” He said, “I haven’t even used all of my toys on you, hell. I was just so eager to fuck your cute little pussy that I cut out the part where I discipline you.” He shot you a silver smile, showing off his metal grill. His smile made your insides go all fuzzy and warm. 

“Daddy has to go to an important meeting. Which means; you stay here, and think about all the naughty things you’re gonna do for me when I come back.” He ran his hand down your face making you shiver. Slowly you nodded your head, which earned you a sloppy peck on the lips. 

You can’t wait for what Daddy has in store for you.                                                                                                

{PART 6} Who Are You? // Im Jaebum

Originally posted by sugaglos

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader (ft. GOT7)

Genre: Angst

Summary: As the boys continue to talk about their plans once you recover, you shock them all by waking up - but who’s the stranger in your room with the boys?

Please note that this scenario contains mentions of cheating, road/car accidents, hospitals and comas.

{Part 1} // {Part 5} {Part 6} {Part 7}

The lively chatter continued in your hospital room – mostly consisting of Jackson and Youngjae throwing ideas around of where you should all go when you woke up and fully recovered. Jaebum listened to them and smiled to himself as he laid his head down next to yours while he held on to your hand – intertwining both of your fingers as he softly rubbed your knuckles with the pad of his thumb. He found himself feeling very strange. Knowing that you were in a coma tore his soul to absolute shreds; but he felt oddly comfortable even now in your presence – just being there with you was enough for him to feel content.

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Bulletproof (ch. 1)

OK SO REMEMBER WHEN I GOT PROMPTS AND THEN D IDNT DO THEM? this is why. this absolute frankensteins monster. I just. I had this human!au in my head, and… now it’s a thing. A very long thing. With a plot… help.
@velocifoxy @idk-and-idc-and-idr

Slow burn (not super slow to start w/ but it gets slower. Like. Really slow.) suuuper hurt comfort, probably gonna get nsfw in the future because. I hate writing easy things apparently. (There’s a one night stand implied that m i g h t not be the best decision the characters ever made. This does get addressed in another chapter, but not this one) really a lot of awful angsty metaphors that go on like 3 sentences too long I’m sORRY

Logince (eventually lamp but… yknow. slow burn.)

Alcohol mention, emotional abuse, rebound, bad break up, poison/gun mention, v brief murder mention, gets a tiny bit nsfw at the end (they don’t even kiss, guys, Roman is just a big flirt who maybe makes bad decisions sometimes)

From @killerfangirl3
“I’m bulletproof, just don’t shoot me”

They say if you take little bits of poison everyday for years, you could one day be immune, if those little bits didn’t kill you first. Unfortunately, the same isn’t true for love.

Roman staggered out of the party early, words ringing in his ears. “Convenient.” That’s all he had been. “Convenient.” A step up to bigger things. He was famous, but not famous enough. Rich, but they had wanted richer. Soft, when they wanted useful. The casual voice over champagne clinking. “You didn’t think it meant anything, did you? People like you. Now, they like me! It was convenient to-”
Roman winced at the memory. He had to move. It was near midnight, and pouring rain, gold from the streetlights playing on every drop as they fell. His jacket and umbrella were inside, but his wallet and phone (dead, probably) still sat in his pocket, so he cut his losses, stepping out from under the porch of the grand, old house, still glowing with lights and people and noise.
He though little bits of love would be okay. But it never worked like that. He couldn’t just do a little. It was less like saying to take small doses of poison everyday, than it was getting shot everyday. The only way to be really bulletproof was to never hand someone the gun …He didn’t know where he was going. His dress shoes didn’t have the same satisfying click on soaked pavement as they did on marble or hardwood. His hair was flat, and clinging to his skull. He didn’t feel anything. So he kept walking.

He wasn’t sure how long it took, but when sensation returned, it came in the form of being cold. Then his feet hurt.
Looking around, the only light on was shining from a dusty looking store front. He doubted anyone would be open at that hour, but the crash of heavy rain was weighing on his senses, and his last stitch of self preservation pushed him to the door. It swung open with a halfhearted jingle from a rusted bell.
At first, he couldn’t see anyone. Every wall seemed to be covered in books, as well as much of the floor. He could hardly see the ceiling, but the shelves went past where he thought a regular ceiling ought to be and then some. Stacks of ancient creaking leather bound tomes, dog eared paperbacks, and bent, stained hardcovers nearly covered every inch. It looked less like a store and more like a… hoard.
Roman stood dripping on the doormat in utter awe, until something moved in the back of the shop. Sure enough, a face was poking out from around a bookshelf. The man had large black glasses pushed up onto his forehead, making his hair spike in every direction. He had red marks on the bridge of his nose from wearing them too long, and was blinking at Roman like he’d just woken up.
“Oh, uh give me a moment.”
He extracted himself clumsily from what must have been a desk at some point and unfolded from a leather chair he’d been sitting in, adjusting his tie and putting his glasses back on their perch.
“Alright. My name is Logan, what are you looking for tonight?”
He was still rubbing sleep out of his eyes, his clothes crumpled. Roman was so shellshocked by the sight he nearly forgot to answer. He felt his cheeks grow red from more that just the cold. “I- uh- I’m not looking for anything in particular, I’m just… Browsing.”
He willed the man to leave it at that, he could pretend to look at books, warm up, call a taxi and go cry into his pillow without being recognized by a cute clerk at a weird bookshop. Logan squinted at him from behind the glasses, taking a step forward. Roman flinched instinctively back, shoulders bumping the glass door. /this is it, he’s going to recognize me, tell a some news site and get a picture as I run off or something. ‘Local star now local washed up wreck…’/
“Are you sure? We usually only get people looking for something specific… we only really have older, out of print books that people value as collectors… Sir? Are you alright?”
The clerks voice had nothing but honest curiosity turned concern as he walked closer. Roman realized his eyes where still closed tight, waiting for when he’d have to run. He opened them to find Logan much closer too him, inspecting him with a worried face.

/he’s cuter up close… wait no don’t do that bad idea/

“uh. Yes. Yes, I’m fine.”
“No, no you’re not. Your teeth are chattering. Follow me. Try not to get any books wet. If you have to, drip on the romance novels on the left. They never sell anyways.”
The clerk turned on his heel and walked further into the shop.
“You could also go back into the rain, if you want, but I would recommend accepting help. You look freezing and probably lost, and nothing else around runs this late.”
Roman shrugged. ‘Local star murdered by weird book seller’ sounded better than 'local star found frozen solid on side walk’ anyways. He followed Logan back into the shop. Two large bookshelves split the space in two, creating a doorway between them into the rest of the room. A rickety wooden staircase disappeared into shadows at the very back.
To Romans right was what could almost be called a parlor, a large, deep leather sofa sat facing several cushy armchairs covered in fading fabric, separated by a low coffee table. On his left was a workshop of some sort, incredibly tidy in contrast to the rest of the store, a bright desk lamp shone on a thick, dusty book, which lay naked with its leather cover to one side. A number of tools stood like a row of soldiers to one side.
Roman let himself be ushered onto the sofa, which reminded him exactly how sore his feet were. He let out a sigh. It might have been a terrible idea to crash at a random collectors book store because the sofa was comfy and the clerk was cute, but after a night like his it was danm tempting. Logan was mostly quiet as he moved about the space, up and down the stairs to fetch things, leaving Roman to his thoughts. He stared into space, trying not to think them, until something warm wrapped around his shoulders.
He looked up to see Logan pulling a wool blanket around him, tutting under his breath. “It’s never a good idea to soak yourself to the bone like this. It’s going to take a while to warm you up.” Roman nodded dully, remembering how much of a mess he must look. /that’s probably why he doesn’t recognize you. The longer you stay the more you’re risking…/ he ignored himself, watching Logan move around the space. His shirt, already rumpled, was pushed up past his elbows, showing his arms. His hands and his slacks were covered in ink stains that Roman hadn’t noticed at first.
The wool blanket smelled like peppermint. Maybe that’s what Logan smelled like.

He was too tired for attractive strangers, he decided. He was heart broken, metaphorically and literally lost, who cared if he wondered if attractive nerds smelled like peppermint or not. He settled further into the couch, wrapping himself in the blanket like a cloak.
/you’re so screwed./ his brain whispered. /so very very screwed./
The stairs creaked, and Logan came reappeared carefully balancing two steaming mugs. He set one down in front of Roman, then lowered himself into the chair and blew on his mug. When Roman didn’t reach for his immediately, he held eye contact and raised an eyebrow pointedly. Roman sighed and sat up, peering into it suspiciously. “It’s hot chocolate. It’s not going to bite you.” “I know what it is! I was just-” the eyebrow again. “Fine, fine. I’m drinking it. Happy?” Logan hummed and Roman tried not to burn his tongue. It wasn’t good hot chocolate by any means, but it was hot. And vaguely chocolate. So it helped, at least a little. They sat for a while, until both cups sat below half, and Roman had a pleasant glow in his stomach.
Logan set his mug down with a decisive clack.
“So. Talk.”
Roman immediately stiffened, and Logan backed up, running a hand through his hair. “You don’t have to tell me everything, or anything at all, really, but you clearly had a difficult night. I’m not sure what else you need right now, and some context would be appreciated. Besides.” Logan leaned back in the chair, eyeing him. “I don’t usually get that many mysterious customers on the nightshift, surprisingly. I’m curious.” Roman felt his cheeks heat up again, and scolded himself for being so happy for the attention. Most people assumed they knew everything about him. It was nice to feel… interesting, in a normal way.
/whatever./ his brain muttered bitterly.
/he’s probably just curious about the weird, wet idiot on his doorstep. You look horrible, anyways. Any chance at 'charming stranger’ was ruined ages ago./
he sighed, and cleared his throat.
“I… bailed on a party.” That was true, technically.
/say anything/ his brain urged.
/you don’t need to tell him how pathetic your night was. You didn’t ask for his help/
“I had a pretty bad break up.”
/really?/ his mind was screaming.
But Logan just winced sympathetically.
“That must have been difficult… do you… would you like to talk about it?”
Every instinct in his head told him not to. But he felt… warm. Safe.
“I… was seeing some one who… was after something specific. After …they got that, I was unnecessary.” His voice sounded small and broken in his own ears, despite him trying to keep it steady. When he found the courage to look up, there was no pity or disgust in the other mans eyes.
“That sucks.”
It was the most casual he’d been all night. Roman couldn’t help laughing.

The terror of telling things like that to strangers returned somewhat after that, and the conversation moved on to lighter things. Mostly about Logan. He found out Logan slept upstairs, for convenience sake, and that he worked part time as a substitute English teacher, when he wasn’t restoring books. Logan tapped his fingers on his chair like he was playing a piano when he was thinking. Logan snorted when he laughed, if you could get him to do it. Logan didn’t think he was very good with people.
Romans eyes were raw from crying, but he felt like the full effect of the night hadn’t even started to hit him. It was terrifying. Almost everything was. Tomorrow morning felt like some kind of deadline. Some kind of cliff.

Fortunately, it wasn’t tomorrow morning yet. Logan coughed politely, bringing him out of his thoughts.
“As nice as this is,” ('he thinks it’s nice!’ Part of him said. 'Shut. up.’ said a larger part) “my shift is about to end.”
Romans heart sank.
“Do you have a place to stay tonight?”
Logans voice was soft, almost… nervous.
Romans heart was on a danm rollercoaster.
“I… technically, yes.”
There was the eyebrow again. “Technically?” Bile rose in Romans throat. “I would… rather not go back in this state, but I do have somewhere to go. If you lend me your phone I could call a cab-”
“No! -I mean.”
Logan cleared his throat, less gracefully this time. “That’s not necessary. You can stay here. If you want, that is.”
This was familiar ground. Roman could feel his feet under him as Logan got more and more flustered. “And who’s bed would I be sleeping in, exactly?” Roman knew he was grinning at this point.
“Uh- t-there’s a spare couch upstairs, I suppose you could have my bed if you-”
“Not quite what I meant, gorgeous.”
Roman pulled himself up off the couch, and stalked over to the armchair Logan was sitting in. He was close enough to see the other man swallow nervously. Getting no signal to back off, he planted both hands on the arms of the chair, caging Logan in, and waited for him to make a move.
Throw him out, or…
One of Logans hands grabbed the back of his neck. “I suppose” he muttered, pulling Roman towards him “I wouldn’t mind sharing.”

I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 27

Summary: Revenge is sweet.

Note: Violence. Torture. Blood. Beginnings of smut.


“She was a monster, but she was my monster.” - Jeanette Winterson

“Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.” - Friedrich Nietzsche


You followed behind Negan as best as you as he lead the way down to the cells.
Your leg was still bothering you, but you were managing to brush the pain off, not wanting to fall behind and have Negan get annoyed with you because you couldn’t keep up.
Ocassionally, he would slow down, looking back to make sure you were still close behind him with an expressionless look on his face.

You made sure you kept up with him the rest of the way.
Once you got down to the familiar corridor, you saw Dwight standing.outisde of the door, guarding it.

“Open that fucker up.” Negan said pointing Lucille at the door to the small room Randy was in.

Dwight nodded and took a ring of keys out of his pocket, unlocking the door.

“Dwight, why don’t you go check on Daryl. I’m sure he could be put to some fuckin’ use today.” Negan said motioning his head towards the outside door.

Dwight looked to you then back and Negan, “Sure, boss.” He said as he headed for the door.

You walked up the the door next to Negan, getting eager to go in, “Well?” You asked, looking back to him.

Negan smirked and put his hand on the doorknob, “Relax, darlin’. That fucker isn’t going anywhere. Besides, before I fuckin’ forget, I have something of yours.”

“What?” You said curiously as you looked back at him.

He adjusted Lucille on his shoulder as he looked at you and reached a hand down into the waistband of his pants.
You sighed and started to roll your eyes at him, thinking he was about to be very innapropriate, “Negan..”

He chucked and shook his head, “Trust me darlin’, I fuckin’ wish it was that, but it’s not.” He said as he pulled out a gun, handing it over to you, “I think this sweet ass eagle belongs to you.”

You took it from his hands, smiling as you bit your lip, looking down at the desert eagle.
You were happy to have it back, it was your prized possession.
This gun was to you as Lucille was to Negan.

“Fuck. You found it?” You said happily, pulling out the magazine to see it was loaded.

Negan nodded, “Yeah, it was found when the boys emptied the goddamn camp of supplies.”

“Glad it was found. Figured i’d never see it again.” You said, sticking it down into your own waistband.

Negan bit his lip as he looked you up and down, “Gotta fuckin’ say I’m glad to see it back. Seeing you with a weapon makes it hard to not wanna fuck you.” He said as he walked up closer to you, looking down at you.

You looked back up to him with a smirk as he backed you up into the wall.

“Damn, I didn’t know that’s all it took.” You smiled.

“Doesn’t fuckin’ take much at all for me to wanna fuck your brains out, darlin’.” He growled seductively, licking his lips.

You could feel your body temperature rise at his words, and you took in a deep breathe as you were getting turned on my his intimidating presence over you.
You both stared at each other, the sexual tension was was always obvious between the both of you.
It had become a normal thing between the two of you.

He had a dark look in his eyes and a seductive smirk on his face.
And you always knew that when he gave you that look, he wanted to throw you down and screw you until you couldn’t stand.
You bit your lip, and made yourself snap out of your lustful staring contest with him.

You turned your head to the door, “We going in?”

He cleared his throat and backed up, putting his hand on the doorknob again, “You fuckin’ ready for this, darlin’?”

“Oh, you have no idea.” You said plainly as you shifted your eyes to him.

He licked his lips, giving you a wink as he pushed the door open and walked in first, turning on the light to the room.

“Rise and fuckin’ shine, asshole.” Negan taunted with a proud smile as he prowled into the room, much like the way a wold does when it stalks it’s prey.

But you always found that to be sexy about Negan, he could command a room without talking. Simple movement he did coukd strike fear into the hearts of people, but all it did for you was make you want him even more.

You walked in behind him and saw Randy sitting on the ground, his knees were brought up to his chest and he had been stripped of his clothes.
He had a chain around his midsection and neck, you could tell they were cutting into him.
You smiled to yourself, now he was experiencing what you had to go through.
You knew this had to be Negan’s idea, he wanted Randy to suffer like you had, but Negan wanted to make it ten times worse on him, and you had no complaints over that.

He looked up at the both of you, his face swollen and almost unrecognizable.
It seemed that Negan had found a way to get his anger out.
Negan gave him a menacing smile as he stood over him, and Randy didn’t dare speak a word.

“Figured I’d bring the lovely wife in here for a little fuckin visit.” Negan smiled, as he stood over him.

Randy blinked and looked over to you evily, “How’s that leg, sweetheart?”

You gritted your teeth and limped forward to face him.
He smiled as he saw the damage that he and Mark caused.
Negan seeing this, gave him a swift kick to the stomach, making Randy bend over, sucking in a pained breathe.

“I wouldn’t fuckin’ find it amusing if I were you, you little prick.” Negan growled, leaning over him, holding Lucille behind him.

You smirked, “It’s cool, Negan.”

He looked back to you with a scowl on his face, “Not in my fuckin’ book, darlin’.”

You nodded and approached Randy closer as he lifted his head up to you, “Bitch, you should be dead.”

Negan tightened his grip on Lucille as he towered over Randy, you held a hand out to him, signaling him not to do anything.
He let out a grunt as he looked over to you, and shook his head, not wanting to back down, but doing it anyway.

“Yeah, I probably would be dead if someone more qualified tried to kill me.
You’re a fuckin’ pussy.” You said, looking down at him.

He smiled and leaned back against the wall, “Pussy.. That’s funny, last time I checked I was almost inside yours.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and suddenly lifted your good leg up and slammed your boot down into his bare crotch.
He let out a loud gasp and clenched his jaw and squirmed, trying to get you off of him.
Negan laughed and clapped his hands on Lucille.

“Goddamn, look at her!” He praised you as he leaned back against the wall.

“You’re such a fucking cunt!” Randy said through gritted teeth.

“Maybe I am. What’s wrong, you don’t like this? Do you feel violated, Randy?” You asked, giving him a sinister smile.

You were starting to feel the familiar urge to see some blood.
You reached down to pull your gun from your waistband and finally pulled your foot off him.
Randy grabbed onto himself tightly and made more groans of pains before he looked up to you with the gun.

“So what, you’re gonna kill me?” He growled in a pained voice.

You cooked the gun and shook your head slowly, “With this gun? No.”

You aimed it at his leg and let out a shot.

The sound of it range out loudly through the room, making your ears ring, but you didn’t pay it much attention.
Randy screamed and grabbed onto his leg as the blood began to pour out.

“SHIT! BITCH!” He bellowed out, gripping his leg tightly.

Negan walked up to you, rubbing one of his ears and smiled, “Shit darlin’, you could have gave me a goddamn fuckin’ warning.”

“Here’s your warning.” You said quickly as you pulled the trigger, shooting Randy in his other leg.

His screams of pain were even louder now as he rocked back and forth, knocking his head into the walk and cursed you each time he did.
You smiled in satisfaction, torturing someone who had caused you so much pain was becoming an amazing feeling.
You almost understood why Negan did such things.

Negan smiled as he licked his lips and gripped your shoulder, “Damn. You see this shit, Randy?”

Randy didn’t pay any attention, he was beginning to panic with the blood pooling on the floor, and he breathed heavily.
Negan grimaced and reached down to grab him by the face, “I said do you fuckin’ see this shit, motherfucker?!”

Randy nodded violently as Negan had a tight grip on his face, digging his fingers into his already black eye.

“Good. You should fuckin’ watch, I know you can definitely fuckin’ feel this goddamn shit. I know I’m enjoying the fuck out of watching her fuck your world up.” Negan spat, as he pushed Randy’s head violently against the wall.

Negan backed up and slung Lucille over his shoulder, “This is what the fuck happens when you disobey every goddamn rule that has been fuckin’ set in place. You’re gonna fuckin’ pay for everything you’ve done and especially for the shit you’ve done to her.” He said as he clenched his jaw, pointing to you.

You walked over to Negan and put your hands on his chest and he looked back down at you, licking his lips, “ Yes, babydoll?”

You bit your lip, “I need to borrow something of yours.”

You ran your hands down his chest, he smirked as your hands got lower.
You felt the cool leather of his jacket under your fingertips.
You could hear Randy still breathing heavily behind you, gasping for air.
Your got down to Negan’s belt and ran a hand across it to side.

Negan bit his lip, keeping his eyes on you.
You smiled back up to him as your hand reached the handle of the large hunting knife Negan always kept at his side.
You pulled it slowly out of the sheath and Negan breathed in as he watched you, you could tell liked watching you be so ruthless.

“I’ll give it back.” You said in a low tone.

“Take all the fuckin’ time you want.” He said, cutting his eyes to you.

You turned back to Randy and kneeled down, ignoring the pain in your leg as you did so.
His eyes met your and they were glossy and pupils were dilated from the trauma.

You smiled at him.

“I really hope you don’t want me to feel sorry for you.” You said, rolling your eyes, gripping onto the knife.

“Go fuck yourself.” He grunted, trying to spit at you, like you had done him.

You dodged it just in time and nodded your head as you kept looking at him.
You gripped the knife tight and sighed before plunging it between his legs.
The next set of screams that came from his mouth were nothing like the ones from earlier, they were almost primal as he writhed against the wall.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ.” Negan called out in surprise, you could tell that was something he never expected, as he leaned against the wall letting out a laugh, “Never have I fuckin’ ever seen any shit quite like that.”

You plunged the knife in deeper and Randy could barely move he was frozen where he was, in total shock.
Blood was pouring all over the floor now as Randy gasped uncontrollably.

“Does that hurt? Because I hope it does.” You said, as you spit on him.

You pulled the knife out of him and he screamed even more as it continued cutting him, once it was out you used his leg to wipe off the blood from it.
You tried to stand up as best you could and Negan took a hand under your arm to help pull you the rest of the way up.

“Fuck darlin’, I think you nearly cut his goddamn dick off.” Negan said with a playful sneer as he pointed to Randy with the bat.

“Good enough.” You said as you stuck the back into the sheath on his side, “I’m done. Are you gonna a let him bleed out or what?”

He shook his head, “Fuck no. Lucille wants a turn. She’s fuckin’ thirsty today.” He said holding the bat up to his face.

You smiled and backed up in the other side of the wall, you had seen how violently Negan used Lucille, so you knew to give him as much space as needed.
Randy was still managing to hang on, but seemed to be getting weak, so Negan had to make his move quick, and he did waste any time.

He stood of Randy with a wicked smiled, “This might fuckin’ hurt.” He said happily as he raised Lucille and brought her down on his head with a great force.

You had never sent him put that much force into a blow from Lucille.
Negan began to get angry all over again as he based Randy’s head in, his skull splitting open to reveal the insides.
The crossed your arms against the wall, there had been times where it had been somewhat hard to watch Negan use lucille, but this wasn’t on of those times, you watched with complete interest, but after what this man had done to you and what he wanted to do to Negan, it actually made you happy to see him have such a horrible demise.
If anybody every deserved this kind of treatment, it was him.

After about 20 rage filled blows, Negan finally quit, he backed of him, grunting and sweaty.
He slicked his now messy hair back with a bloody hand and breathed heavy, putting Lucille on his shlukder, he turned to you and you both locked in a stare.
It was weird, but you coukd feel that usual sexual,tension reach a peek, you both stared at each other, breathing heavily.
You balled you fist as you looked back at him, filled with lust and he stared back in the same manner.
It was a scenario that shouldn’t have turned either of you on, but it did.

Negan rushed up to you, pushing you back against the wall, pushing his lips into yours and sticking his tongue in your mouth as you bit back at him, kissing eachother roughly, he grabbed the side of your face - a little too roughly- but you didn’t care. It was beginning to feel good.
He bit at your lip, letting his free hand, roam over your body before it found the edge of your shirt and he began to go under your shirt, feeling the warmness of his skin on yours made small moan escape your lips.

He grunted and pulled back to look at you, “Fuckin’ follow me, now.” He said in a seductive growl.

You nodded obidiently, and followed behind him out of the room, you made sure to close the door, leaving the bloody mess behind and out of tour thoughts.

“What about that mess?” You said, looking at him as he had a grip on your shoukder, pulling you with him.
You had forgotten about your leg and could still feel the pain, but not wanting to fall behind.

“Fuck it. It’s Dwight’s. That’s not what’s on my goddamn mind right now.” He growled again, shifting his eyes to you, roaming over your body.

He took you back out into the yard and over to the armory storage where all the weapons were kept, he pushed the door open to it, where a few of the men were putting new weapons away, they all looked to Negan and started to kneel as they saw him.

“Get the fuck out.” Negan said in a hasty tone, gripping onto your shoulder.

“But we haven’t finished.” One of them men protested, putting a gun away.

Negan walked in and narrowed his eyes, “I said your down for fuckin’ now. Now get the fuck out of my goddamn inventory.”

The man nodded quickly and he and the other men left the room fast.
Negan slammed the door shit and put Lucille on one of the shakes before lifting you up onto a table in the middle of the room, spreading your legs to get himself between them as he pulled onto your short, planting rough kisses onto your nwck, you ripped his jacket off his shoulders, feeling the muscles flex each time he moved. You bit your lip as he ran his tongue lightly over the spot on your neck where the chain had bruised you, it felt amazing.
You groaned as he ran a hand under your shirt and you placed a hand on his chest.

“Negan, literally everyone will probably hear this.” You said, stopping him momentarily.

He breathed and licked his lips, “Then try to be fuckin’ quiet, darlin’. But shit, I fuckin’ love hearing those fuckin’ moans you make, and that they know I’m fuckin’ the hell out of you.” He grolwed, crashing his lips to yours.

“Fuck it.” You rolled your eyes playfully, and pulled him closer to you.

“That’s my goddamn girl.” He growled back.



*still having tag problems with some of your names*

halfthealphabet  asked:

11. Annabeth to Percy please

thingsyou said when you were drunk

The second morning she wakes up in Las Vegas, there is an unusual weight on Annabeth’s left hand.

It’s the first thing she notices – aside from the wicked headache pounding away at her skull, courtesy of one of the worst hangovers of her life, that is. She nearly pokes her eye out with it when she reaches up to rub sleep and crusty mascara out of her eyes, and when she pulls her hand back to glare at the offending weight, it sparkles like a diamond in the morning light.

No, it’s sparkling because it is a diamond. A diamond ring, actually.

Weird, Annabeth thinks, her brain fighting to put all the pieces of this puzzle together through the groggy haze of her hangover. It almost looks like a…

Realization hits her like a freight train and Annabeth bolts upright in bed with a strangled gasp. Her head spins at the sudden movement, but the nauseated lurch of her stomach everything to do with the piece of jewelry on the fourth finger of her left hand.

The ring is glittery and gaudy and everything Annabeth’s worst nightmares are made of; it looks like diamond encrusted fly’s eye, so cumbersome and ridiculous that it will undoubtedly get caught in her hair, on her clothes, and maybe even in the door. It is not a ring she’d left her hotel room wearing last night.

It is, unmistakably, a wedding ring.

Di immortales,” Annabeth swears, staring at the ring in shock. What on earth had she done last night?

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Beast Boy/Raven Drabble - Morning Tea (Completed)

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans. This is a work of fanfiction, and I am not making any money off of this.

A/N: Instead of grading papers and going to bed on time, I am writing fanfiction. Yep.  

Don’t ask me how, why, or where this idea came from. I blame it on cough syrup, exhaustion, sickness, and stress. This is really random, even for me.


Random Drabble - Morning Tea

“There is a ring at the bottom of my tea cup.”

“I know.”

Raven blinked owlishly, tilting her head as her eyes examined the piece of jewelry shining at the bottom of the cup.

She looked at her green skinned boyfriend 

His eyes widened and head nodding a bit, as he waited for an answer. 

Violet eyes went back to the ring at the bottom of her teacup. She tilted the cup towards, her head angled down to take a better look. Resting in the drops of her Earl Grey tea was a large pearl wrapped in a delicate silver band. Surrounding the pearl were a few tiny diamonds, illuminating the seemingly matt pearl. “There is a very expensive ring at the bottom of my tea cup.”

Changeling tried to smirk, but his nerves kept his mouth in a firm line. “Yes it is.” He sat up a little straighter.

“How exactly did this get in here?” The violet haired woman asked as she slowly lowered the cup, cradling it in her hands. She was still in his t-shirt that she had slept in the night before, nested in the navy comforter of the bed they shared. 

He scooted a little closer to her. “I put it there.” He told her in a soft voice.

Raven’s eyes slide up meet his heavy gaze. “Did we run out of sugar?”

“No.” His lips didn’t even twitch at her attempted joke.

“Oh.” She paused. “Alright.”

“Is that your answer?”


“Are you answering my question?”

She leaned away from him, staring at him cautiously. “You didn’t ask me a question.”

“I put a ring in your tea cup.”

“You didn’t ask me question.”

“You are supposed to be the smart one in this relationship.” The green man cracked. “Raven, there is a very expensive ring at the bottom of your tea cup. Let’s make an inference, shall we?”

It wasn’t everyday Changeling outwitted his clever half demon. She decided to blame it on shock and the ungodly morning hour.

“You’re proposing to me?”


“At 5:30 in the morning?”

“It’s actually 5:38 in the morning, but who’s counting?”

“You put a ring in my tea cup.”

“To ask you to marry me.” He explained. “By the way, you still haven’t gotten back to me on that. It would be nice if you, I don’t know,” He trailed anxiously. “Answered me.”

She appeared to consider his question. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Or not. “That I was gonna propose? Are you serious?”

She looked at him with an unbelievable expression. “You put a ring in my tea cup!”

“An engagement ring!” Changeling admitted. “You still haven’t answered me.”

“You didn’t ask me a question?”

“I figured you finding the engagement ring would suffice! What else would I need to say?”

“Some declaration of love and a question?” Raven assumed, shrugging her shoulders. “I have never proposed to anyone before.”

He threw his hands up, exasperated. “Me either.”





Raven stared at him. “I’ll marry you.” She answered gently, fishing the ring out of the tea cup.”

“Alright.” He smiled, tucking his hand under her chin pulling her in for a gentle kiss. Taking the ring out of her hand, he slipped it on her ring finger.

She pressed her lips to his, wrapping her arms around his neck. “In my tea cup, really?”

“It sounded good in my head.”

“As most of your ideas do.”

“Don’t ruin the moment.”

She frowned playfully. “Don’t steal my line.” She playfully swatted his chest. “You started this.”

He couldn’t deny that.  


Fandom: The Maze Runner
Pairing: Hinted Future Newt/Reader
 Warnings: N/A
Writer: crowleys-poppet-queen-of-asgard aka Anna
Summary/Request: Prompted by (X): you’re the first girl in the Glade and run all the way into the maze.
Notes: This was submitted to the blog, i’ve just run a fine-tooth comb through for any mistakes and what not but other than that it’s all crowleys-poppet-queen-of-asgard’s work.

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I’ve never posted a fanfic on tumblr before… Not really sure how the format’s supposed to work and I’m too tired to go copy off of somebody else. It’s 4am and I accidentally wrote 6 pages when I was hoping for 2 at maximum.

Unfortunately, I got more ideas while I was writing this, so I might write an extended version of the akuma attack at a later time if I find the motivation.

But yeah, here’s my first attempt to contribute to the Miraculous Ladybug / Ladynoir fandom.

Triggers?: Slight blood, I guess. I’ve actually done this before while half-asleep, so I hope my shitty wording didn’t make it scarier/cringe-worthy.

Rating?: I say K+

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug / Ladybug x Chat Noir

Summary?: Marinette accidentally gets a heart-shaped cut on her forehead and tries to hide it with a bandaid. Not wanting anybody to see it, of COURSE Chat is the only one who notices, right?

Anything else?: I’m so sorry.

A Tiny Heart

by cheerilyeerie

That week had been a rather hectic one. Although there had been consecutive akumas daily, the fights they had to conduct against them were more annoying than difficult. There were group assignments due the following Monday on top of general homework, so trying to get together with their classmates had proven to be impossible until the weekend.

In her mind, Marinette, slightly sleep-deprived, was hoping with all of her heart that Hawk Moth wouldn’t be THAT much of a douchebag and send a 7th akuma that Saturday. There was no sleeping-in, because she had to help out in the bakery that morning before going back to school in the afternoon in an attempt to meet up with Alya.

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penny222000  asked:

Ok but arin comforting Dan after having a v v bad nightmare, one where Dan couldnt get arins soul back & hes just clutching arins fur so tightly, head buried in his chest, trying to ground himself w the feeling of arins warmth & heartbeat & that hes there and a live & now sinking at the bottom of the ocean. & arin just softly telling him hes there, hes ok, & petting his head. Im sorry, I just really love angst+fluff bc Im a bad egg. I might draw it once I figure out how to draw cat arin qwq

Before i continue, i wanna give you props for going through sO MUCH of my blog; i was at work and it said i had 50+ notifications in an hour. And im like, from who?!!😂😂 And im right there w you; angst/fluff, hurt/comfort is honestly my favorite genre(?), its honestly so rewarding in the end aaaa

But yes, imagine they go to bed, Danny as a human and Arin transformed (its cold!). Its nice and calm, but a few hours later, Arin yelps, jolted out of his sleep with his fur practically ripped off of his chest, skin caught in a vicelike deathgrip. Normally he would be fucking l i v i d bc dUDE thats like my fucking hair how would you like it if I pulled YOUR hair?? But Danny is staring right through him, hyperventilating and shaking, cheeks slightly damp w fresh tears and Arin instantly tries to go into Overprotective Mom Mode™

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anonymous asked:

Hello!! Could you please do a Jimin smut where he has a crush on his teacher since she came? She a newly graduated teacher so, they are like 3 years apart, and there's a rumor that she's dating another teacher and he gets super jealous. And somehow they end up alone together? And he gets all possesive,and say things like "You are Mine". Please?? <3

Sorry for the long wait ;A; Hope you enjoy!!~ 
- Devi (ノ^∇^)ノ゚

{smut} we shouldn’t… 

word count: 3668

The clang of your heels against the tile floor echoed in the classroom as you paced across the front during your lecture. “-when there’s a lot of free lactose and not enough glucose in the bacterium,” you used your laser pointer to draw your class’s attention to the diagram on the board, well not your entire class, just the half that was paying attention, “it has to make an enzyme to digest the lactose, but how come the cell doesn’t already have the enzymes for it floating around like it does for glucose?”

Usually only a few students would raise their hands to answer your questions, but you still hoped that eventually someone else would attempt to participate, and this time, it happened. You almost widened your eyes in shock when you noticed that Jimin’s hand was raised. He always sat in the back, in the column in front of your desk. He always paid attention but he never took notes… and never did too well on tests, but he was never a bother, not like some of his friends.

You weren’t sure if he actually knew the answer or not, but it was worth a shot, putting at least some faith in him. “Yes, Jimin? Would you like to answer?”

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First Christmas

I finally thought of a fluffy NaLu Christmas prompt :D Probably the most fluffy thing I’ve ever written.

Setting: Christmas AU

Pairings: NaLu

Summary: Natsu didn’t expect his three month old daughter to help pick out a gift for his wife. 

“Do you really have to go?” Natsu whined, pouting from his spot on the couch. He watched as his wife came walked into the living room, their three month year old daughter in her arms.

Lucy sighed, slightly bouncing the giggling child in her arms. “You know I do. I don’t get to see my father very much. The holidays are the only time I have off to go and visit him.”

The pink haired father growled lightly. “Yeah, but it’s Nashis first Christmas! Don’t you want to be with her?”

“Natsu, there is no way I would miss Nashis first Christmas.” She declared with a roll of her brown eyes. “Theres still a week until Christmas and I’m only going to be gone for the next two days. You’re just being overdramatic.”

Natsu huffed a breath, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Am not.”

“Sure, sure.” She replied with a slight giggle, handing her daughter over to her husband. “I need to pack, can you watch her?”

Natsu nodde taking his daughter from his wife with a wide smile setting her on his lap. “Hi there baby girl.”

Nashi returned her father’s words with a toothless smile, falling into his chest chewing on the end of his scarf. Lucy watched the scene with a small smile on her face. “While I’m out of town, dad and I are going to shop for Nashi.”

Natsu looked up at his wife. “Please don’t let him go all out. I don’t want to look like a bad father since I couldn’t get my daughter very expensive things…”

The blonde went over to the couch, sitting down next to her husband. She planted a kiss on his cheek before placing her small hand on his toned bicep. “You’ll never look like a bad father Natsu. So what if we don’t have as much money as my dad for stuff? We’re doing our best,” Lucy began to stroke her daughter’s fine pink hair. “And I’m sure when Nashi’s older she’ll appreciate that more than anything money can buy.”

Natsu smiled fondly at his daughter who was still chewing on his scarf. Her doe brown eyes glazed over with pure content for the task at hand. When she sensed her parent’s eyes on her, she looked at their faces smiling down at her. This caused the three month old to drop the scarf, smiling toothless and clapping her little hands together. The two parents laughed at their daughter’s antics.

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A Friend of the Devil (Is a Friend of Mine)

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First time you see Corvo, he is what you expected, and he isn’t.

Oh, he’s a mean lookin’ sonofabitch, to be sure, blood splatter on his boots and hollow cheeks and flat-black eyes, but there’s something-

Gentle, about him. Delicate. He’s smaller’n thinner than you thought the royal bodyguard would be, and there’s something well-bred about him, when you look past the black eye and the broken fingers and the prison clothes.

For a moment, you see him as her must have been- all in royal robes and standing by the empress’s side at one grand ball or another, no marks of torture on his skin, you can almost hear the music. Almost see the people dancing.

Then he says, in a voice that creaks like screen door,

“You’d better get moving. I think they’ve found the bodies.”

And the moment dissolves and he is frightening again. Matted hair, twitchy fingers, scar tissue.

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To The Moon And Back pt. 9

Characters: BTS x Reader
Length: 2582 words
Genre: Angst
Comments: Alternate Universe, Crime
Warnings: Violence

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

The door creaked loudly when the two men carried Hoseok into his old room in Namjoon’s mansion, almost throwing his unconscious body on the bed, not caring about his contorted limbs or how his face got smashed into the pillows.

“I don’t care how important or powerful Namjoon is, next time he better find someone else to fucking heave grown man up two flights of stairs” Yoongi complained, stretching out his back with a pained expression as he shot a disgusted look at Hoseok, whose back was bleeding through the cloth of the old shirt they had put on him, in order to not mess up Yoongi’s expensive Armani suit.

“He just wants his best men to take care the important things” Yoongi heard the younger man reply, and he turned his head around to face him, slowly walking closer.

“You have to get your head out of Namjoon’s ass and start thinking for yourself, Tae” Yoongi growled, “the world is a cruel place.”

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Your Stars Are My Stars

The one where Sirius is in the marines and Remus can’t go with him and doesn’t know how to be without him.

part ix


Pain was exploding inside him, lights popping behind his eyes. The air seemed to still for a moment, along with sound itself. Everything seemed to halt around Sirius, replaced with an odd ringing sound for a split second.

And then he was falling.

It was a short way down to the ground but the pain added on 1,000 feet and his impact had him gasping for breath.

He distantly was aware of shouts, some more fast drumroll pops, but they sounded fuzzy, like he was hearing them through a thick layer of glass. And then he was being dragged. It hurt. The sand cut his skin, a hand squeezed around a burning wound in his shoulder. A new wave of pain hit his chest as he was hauled into a sitting position by the armpits to sit back against a brick wall. It was only at the feeling of slippery, shaking fingers hastily pulling his helmet off did he find the strength to open his eyes.

Everything was bleary, but James’ face came into focus. It was dirty, he had a smear of red across his cheek. His mouth was moving… he was saying something. But Sirius couldn’t hear. Maybe he recognized the shape of his name. James pointed two fingers at Sirius’ face, then at his own eyes. Eyes on me.

Then Sirius’ eyes were widening as James pressed a hand hard to his chest, so hard that Sirius could feel the beat of his heart as it pumped the blood out of his body.

The pain seemed to flip a switch, and the muffling in his ears started to subside. James’ chanting became clearer and clearer…

ay ke

st awk

stay a

stay away?

Sirius strained, staring hard at James’ mouth. He could feel his eyes slipping closed.

stay awak

stay awake

“Stay awake, Pads.”

stay awake.

“Keep your eyes on me, alright? Just stay awake!”

stay awake.

stay awake.

stay awake….

stay awa…

stay aw….




“Sirius? Can you open your eyes for me, love?”

The world seemed to spin, falling over itself for a second before slamming upright again and back into reality. Sirius’ eyes opened.

The old nurse, Holly, was standing there, her dark skin somehow managing to glow warmly even in the harsh, bright lights.

Sirius smiles at her, trying his best to hide any effect the flashback might’ve had on him, “Hullo, Holly dearest.”

Holly shakes her head, chuckling under her breath, “Y’know, I think it was better when you were a lump under a rug. Couldn’t flirt with me like that.”

Sirius almost drops a wink, but he’s still so tired all the time that he’s worried if he closes even just one eye he’ll drift back to sleep.

Holly bustles around his bed, shining that little light into his eyes and taking his vitals until she carefully helps Sirius into a sitting position to replace his bandages, a routine they have down to a science by now.

“Would you look at that,” She started as she peeled the med tape carefully from Sirius’ skin, “you must have someone you want to get home to.”

Sirius laughed a little, slightly confused, “What makes you say that?”

“Do you see this arm of yours? Do you remember when this arm was leaking all that nasty green stuff?”

Sirius shrugged, “Not really.” He had been pretty doped up. Thinking about it, he can’t actually remember the last time his head felt this clear.

She laughed, “All I’m saying is that the only people I see heal this fast, are the ones with someone to get home to. What’s her name?”

Sirius bit his lip, glancing down at his hands as Holly pealed the bandages from the back of his shoulder, “I- Well… his name, actually. ‘she’ is a he. And he’s Remus.” Sirius swallowed, “Remus.”

“Ah, well,” Holly’s hands were warm as they smoothed the fresh cotton back over Sirius’ skin and then leaned over, a smile still soft on her lips, “Remus is a lucky one then, isn’t he?”

Sirius smiled, trying to ignore the way his throat felt tight. It wasn’t Holly’s fault, she didn’t realize how alone she was making him feel. Maybe she could help the bullet holes in his skin, but she couldn’t help the longing that burned in Sirius’ chest. “‘Think that’s me, actually.”

The nurse rolled her eyes, “God, you’re a flirt with people that aren’t even here!”

Sirius tried to shrug as best he could as Holly helped him lay back again. It wasn’t until his back hit the pillows that he realized just how extremely exhausted he was from sitting.

“You get some rest now, okay? But Sirius?”

Sirius blinked slowly up at her, “hm?”

She pressed her lips together in a smile, her eyes crinkling, “You’re gonna see him again. Remus. You’ll see him. You’re doing good.”

And Sirius is okay with falling into the darkness this time because, even when he closes his eyes, he can feel the light still there, waiting. He can feel Remus waiting. Remus who had felt so impossibly far away for the last month, so unreachable. He can picture it now. The airport, the corner near the vending machine in which Remus always waits in. He can see his hands shoved in his pockets, only to be pulled out, fiddled with, and shoved back in again. He can see himself going to Remus, Remus coming to him. He falls asleep picturing the moment they finally crash together again… and he can almost feel that too.

(I know this is short but I’ve been getting so many requests that I wanted to get something up for you guys! This is the only part I’ve written so far that I feel is right so… yeah :) here you go!)