to stand in your shadow is to be home

Write to me
Write the words you mumble in your sleep
Re-Write what you erased
Let me wrap my arms around your words when they turn against you
Let me make peace between you and your old self
Let me love what they made you believe is unlovable
Let me in
Let yourself out
Leave your tower
I braided my long hair for you
reach out for it and meet me down here
Let us be the plot twist
Make a home for me out of the palm of your hand
Make a hiding place out of the space between your shoulders
Make me a part of you as if I’m ever standing next to you our shadow look as one
—  souu-h 
Imagine working as a waitress for the Joker and him becoming obsessed with you in a different way than with any other woman before.

A/N: Eh you know I had to. I like this Joker I just wish there was a little more footage for us to be able to capture his true character. It’s certainly unlike anyone that has ever been portrayed but I don’t think any of the previous Jokers were really the same. To me they all are different sides of the same coin, so I don’t think it’s fair to say who’s better or not.

You sighed completely worn out from work. You threw your keys and bag on the table next to the door and took of your shoes, leaving them next to the door as well. You walked into the darkness in your apartment, it wasn’t all that big for you to get lost anyway and the small light that shone through the curtains was enough for you to see at least the outline of most of the objects that were in your place.

You made your way to the kitchen, taking off your hoodie in the meanwhile and throwing it on the couch. You were only in your jeans and a bra but one thing you loved about this apartment was the that it was warm during such nights of the winter when you needed it. You filled a glass with water and downed it all in one. You paused for a moment, the events of the day running through your mind.

Sure, your life was not the most exciting one. You weren’t Wonder Woman, nor would hang out with Batman and up to about half a month ago your life could be considered actually peaceful despite what your work was. But you should expect it to happen, you should have seen it coming: You worked as a waitress in the Joker’s club, he was bound to see you sooner or later.

You weren’t a criminal, nor were involved in anything that had to do with him, you only wanted to make money to help your family. Sure working for the Clown prince of Gotham wasn’t the best way to do so but the only thing you did was serve and it did pay enough for the few hours you spent in there. He did come often, not as much as Harley, but still was there quiet often and you were always glad when at the end of your shift you could count yet another night he had not taken notice of you. It was all going great. And Actually everything was going well, until you were asked to serve him. It was just giving him his drink, what could possibly go wrong you’d thought? Well, everything did after that.

You caught his attention, much to your surprise, and there was no getting out of his mind after that. You didn’t talk much and you didn’t even try to impress him. Hell, you’d be crazy if you tried to, knowing what the blonde could do to you much less all of his other enemies. But somehow you were caught and it was obvious from the first moment. How? The most simple sign was that every time he came, and he would come more often now, he asked from you to serve him. Only you. And what seemed even more surprising was that he’d try to make a talk. At first you didn’t really to talk but you knew you couldn’t avoid it, there was something in him that made your curiosity peak. The mere way he spoke it just made you want to know all the more what was going on through his mind.

But you never got too close. You didn’t dare do so. He was the Joker, and you were just simple you. Getting involved in all of that wasn’t something you wanted, no matter how much the man attracted you. He was a criminal for the love of, the least worst thing that could happen to you was death, quick and easy.

You sighed, shaking your head as you made your way to your living room. A movie could make you forget about the man that seemed to occupy not only your dreams but all day in general. You stopped dead on your tracks when you noticed something on the coffee table, though. You approached it carefully, thankful that there was enough light through the curtains to help you see it. You frowned as you extended a hand and picked the… flower up. It was a rose. White rose.

You blinked several times, having a deja vu feeling. You looked around you in case there was something else you were missing. Last time you came to find flower in your home it was red roses, a big bouquet of them with a let on top of them. It was from him, of course. And of course you didn’t accept it. Not just the flowers but what the letter had along with it.

“You know-” a voice made you jump and your eyes widened as you backed away as fast as you could, trying to fight where the damn switch for the light was “-it was kinda rude what you did.” you knew the voice and the fact that he was standing in the shadows didn’t help at all.

“It hurt my feelings.” he said in tone that you couldn’t tell if it was mocking you or he was serious.

Either way you cheered slightly in your head when your hand came in contact with the switch and you turned the lights on. You blinked several times until your eyes adjusted but at least you now were able to see him. You weren’t really in the mood to play in a horror movie at the moment either. But maybe, just maybe, part of you regretted the decision.

“Wow” his eyes widened and a wicked wide grin spread on his face “Nice choice of color, gotta say lace looks really good on you kitten.” he said with a small growl, approaching you and you felt your face heat up. You hurried to grab your hoodie to wear it but before you could do another move he had snatched it from your hands.

“Nah uh” he pointed a finger at you “Don’t be a bad girl, you still gotta make up to me for what you did with the flowers.”

“Mr Joker-” your voice was low as you took a few steps back.

“Nah nah nah nah. Goooood- will you please not do that? It sounds sooooo… wrong! Gah wrong!” he whined slightly, shaking his head with a deep frown “It’s J, dollface. It’s Mr J. I’m your Mr J.” he breathed out, giving you a grin; flashing his sliver teeth at you.

“Mr J, What are you doing here?” you watched him carefully.

“Uh well, as I said you really hurt my feelings there princess.” he pouted, giving you a somewhat sad but still playful look “I sent you the flowers cause I wanted to but you oh you-” he laughed “You! You! You! You little-” he stopped himself as he grabbed your chin with his hands his smile vanishing “You returned them to me.” he let a small growl “Not very nice of you!” he grinned again and you swallowed thickly.

“It wasn’t about the flowers- you know what it was about.” you didn’t dare look him in the eyes but did when you heard him scoff.

“If I want to give you money then I will, there’s nothing wrong with that.” he raised his hands in the air.

“Money you have stolen!” you didn’t even believe you were raising your voice at him “And I know that the money I’m being paid with are not legal either but- I’ve earned those. I-” you swallowed calming yourself down. He may have acted nice around you before but you shouldn’t forget he was the Joker. One moment he could be sending you flowers and gifts and the other have a gun over your head.

“Thank you for that, I appreciate that you wanted to help me with my family.” you decided to be honest “But the money I am being paid for my work is enough already, I don’t need anything more.” you dared look him in the eyes and for the first time ever since you first met him he was looking at you seriously; a kind of emotion you had never seen before was there.

One more reason why you wanted to know him more.

“You-” he breathed out, bringing a hand up to hold your chin with two fingers and more gently “Oh I like you.” he grinned widely, running his hand up to cup your cheek.

“You’ve got morals- oh I I I I I liiiiike that!” he laughed and you let a small whimper for a moment. You had yet to see him go crazy in front of you.

“Tell me though, little angel.” he got closer to you. You took a step back only to have your back pressed to the wall, your eyes going wide when he pressed his body close to yours; a satisfied predator like smile on his face.

“Is that what really holds you back? Is it me, the big bad demon scaring you? Is all this darkness that surrounds me that scares you? Do I scare you, dollface?” he tilted his head to the side as you only bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from whimpering.

“Tell me-” he growled “Are yous cared of me? Are you scared of what I can do to you?” he whispered in your ear, his hot breath fanning over your cheek.

“Please, Mr J.” you whispered, shutting your eyes; feeling your heart hammer as his bare chest pressed against yours.

“Please what?” he pouted, pulling away to look at you “Oh sweet cheeks-” he breathed out as he traced his fingers over he features of your face, them lingering a little more over your lip as he tried to open your mouth with his hand.

“You, oh you little angel-” he laughed, that maniac laugh that echoed through the entire apartment “No. No. No. No. No. No. No!” he exclaimed “You are not scared of me… are you?” he looked through his dark eyes. Gosh you hated to admit it to yourself but you could get lost in those eyes. There were times where, you had taken notice of it, they were light blue and calm like the sea others they were curious as he watched your every move, trying to take in as much as possible as if he was studying you and others he was looking at you hungrily, and they were dark and filled… with lust, like now.

“No” he chuckled “No, you are not scared of me. You’re scared of this-” he grinned as you shivered when his other hand ran up your thigh, to your hip and stomach and up to your chest. You swallowed thickly, eyes wide and a squeak left your lip when he parted your legs with his thigh and pushed your hips with his against the wall.

“You’re scared of how you feel for me, aren’t you little one?” his breath fanned over your face and you held your breath as his lips brushed past yours. You shut your eyes for a moment as he pushed your hips with his backwards and you tried to swallow down the moan that threatened to leave your lips .

“I- I don’t want any trouble, Mr J.” you whispered “Please” you whispered, opening your eyes to look at him.

“Oh but you’re not going to get in any trouble little one, not while I am here.” his hand moved down to your ass “Not while you have me.”

“How do I know I have you?” you whispered and he tilted his head to the side “You’re the Joker, you don’t belong to anyone. Only to yourself. You’re- you’re not loved, you don’t get loved.”

“Oooh I like that you know where I stand but- but princess this- it’s all my decision. I plan and I execute according to my plans. I do what I want, not what others ask.”

“But you said it you- you don’t do what anyone does. Why should I believe you belong to someone- much less me.”

“You- you- you are right! Exactly- but you- oooh you my angel are just that. You are me- or what I at least used to be. I’m yours, all yours and you will soon realize it for yourself.” he pressed his body closer to you, as if it was any more possible.

“But what about Harley? I- I don’t want any trouble with her Mr J.” you whispered, already knowing you were going to give into him anyway. You didn’t want to lose who you were, much less your sanity, but this man had such a strong pull on you it was impossible to think about anything else but him.

Harley won’t dare touch you as long as I am here, dollface. I’m your J, only yours. I don’t do what others tell me no, but you-” he let out a breath, teasing you with his lips… and hands “Oh you can do anything you want with me.” he he breathed out as his lips ghosted over yours “Now- tell me this: Do you… want me princess?”

You didn’t dare say the yes out loud but at the same time you didn’t dare not say it at all.

“Answer me (Y/n): Do you want me to be yours? All yours?” he purred seductively and you swallowed thickly.

“Y-yes” it came out in a a squeak and he grinned.

“Would you take me any way you can? Do you want to take me any way you can (Y/n)?” his voice was low and husky.

Your eyes roamed his face for a few seconds as his also moved back and forth and without saying another word you grabbed his face and crushed your lips to his harshly, letting all the emotions that had built up inside you for all this time.

Smooth Criminal (Damian x Batmom!Reader)

CHARACTERS: Damian Wayne x Batmom!Reader ft. Bruce Wayne
SUMMARY: You should always wait for your family to get out of the driveway before doing something unlike you.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I was listening the Glee version of Smooth Criminal and I just needed to write a fic about it. lol.


That was the one thing that Damian had on his mind as he said good bye to his father and his mom. Alfred was at the grocery store so he wouldn’t be back for a while, so Damian was home alone for the time being. His siblings were all on patrol and since he was grounded after the last incident that happened on the last patrol, Damian was on house arrest.

Normally he would sneak out to go on patrol, but his mom was the one who grounded him. She scared him more than his father did.

So here he was, home alone, and smirking.

Titus was sitting in the living room by the fireplace looking at his small owner and wondering what he was doing.

Bruce and Y/N were going to be out at a gala for the night, so Damian was on his own for an hour or so.

Damian walked towards the huge entertainment center and got the remote. He scrolled down past the songs until he got to the one song he was looking for. The youngest Wayne son opened up a small hidden drawer on the entertainment center.

He smiled to himself when he picked up what was inside. Damian kicked off his shoes and was only left with his socks. On his right hand was a white glove with faux diamond studs on it. The song started playing and Damian started dancing.

Damian would deny it to any one of his family, but he was in love with all the songs by Michael Jackson. In the shadows of his room when he wasn’t on patrol, Damian was listening to MJ’s songs while he was sketching or cleaning his katana.

However, tonight was different. He was home alone for as long as Alfred was shopping for groceries and he was going to enjoy it.

He was lip syncing and dancing to Smooth Criminal that he did not notice someone standing at the entrance of the living room.


You walked into the manor, because you forgot your purse on the table in the foyer. You expected to find your youngest son sitting in the living room playing with his pets, in the batcave watching his siblings on patrol, sketching, or even cleaning his katana.

You didn’t expect this.

You covered your mouth as you tried to contain your giggles. Damian was really into the song that he had yet to notice you standing there.

Who would’ve thought that your little bird loved Michael Jackson just as much as you did?

You smiled to yourself when he started doing the moonwalk. Titus seemed to have noticed you, but he didn’t seem interest in letting his owner know that his mom was standing there watching him.

“Here I was hoping that I would be the only one to know about his little secret,” a whisper came from behind you.

You jumped slightly before looking up at your husband. Bruce chuckled and you hit him slightly.

“You knew about this? And you didn’t tell me?” You whispered.

“You know how he is.”

You laughed.

That seemed to have made your youngest to notice you.

Damian froze when he heard a laugh. A familiar laugh. He was praying inside that it wasn’t who he taught it was. Damian turned to see his parents standing there with smiles on their faces. His face turning the brightest red it has ever been.

Bruce chuckled before walking back out of the manor.

You winked at your son before grabbing your purse and walking away.

“We’ll see you when we get back home, Mr. Smooth Criminal,” you called out.

Songs and Vamps

Originally posted by casclarenceunicorn

Word Count: 2,220

Author: Deka

Warning: Blood, violence, weapons, sexual innuendos, fluff, a litlle angst, that’s it.

Pairing: Lucifer x Soulmate!Reader

Summary: After a good morning song, the boys and Y/N went on a hunt to kill some monsters, what could go wrong?

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When We Collide

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: PG-All

Request: Yes

Words: 4.000+

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

”So what you’re saying is that I woke up this morning expecting everything to be butterflies and rainbows, called my chauffeur to pick me up and wasted gas all the way over to my office just because you couldn’t satisfy my request?”

Luke’s tone rose by each word that left past his pink lips, his eyebrows furrowing and his marker rolling between his fingers.

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Originally posted by kinginthenorthjonsnow

Jon x Reader

“He shall find her again Lord Ramsay, if there is one thing known well in the North is that Jon loved her, nothing can keep them apart.” Sansa spat at Ramsay as he had you dragged from Winterfell.

“And while he is looking for her he is distracted, mad and desperate as he searches for her while I remain at Winterfell, preparing for his no doubt furious return.” Ramsay boasted until he found her glowering at him, even Theon was having trouble staying silent.

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Come Home to Me

Characters: Frank Castle (Punisher) x Reader 

 A/N: i see one gifset of fucking jon bernthal and i have to write a fucking fic about him. goddamn it. i love my murder husband…

 Summary: Frank comes home to you a little more beat up than usual and you get emotional. 

 Warnings: angst? injuries (bruising, cuts), mostly just feeeeeelings 

 Words: i honestly have no idea. i wrote this on my phone at work… 

 Tags: none? lol this is a new character 

Originally posted by calif0rnia-lovers

A thundering knock jolts you from sleep. You groan and push the fuzzy blanket off your bare legs to stumble off of the couch where you’d been waiting for your boyfriend to get home. You must have fallen asleep waiting. 

Another knock comes from your front door and you groan, pulling your cardigan tighter around you at the sudden chill in the air. “Coming, coming,” you mutter. You blink the sleep out of your eyes and swing the door open as quickly as possible just to stop the awful knocking. 

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Simon D; fluff

The lights are dim shades of yellow when Kiseok arrived home. There’s the familiar weak scent of lavender in the air, cool and welcoming. Carefully he pulls his foot, right first then left, from his shoes and set the pair on the side, knowing how fussy you can get when he leaves them astray.

His hand behind him, he goes deeper inside the house and towards the direction of your voice. Your daughter’s bedroom.

Upon reaching the doorway, he hears more of your singing. You aren’t particularly good and you can’t reach the high notes, but you liked singing ever since and your daughter is in love with your voice just like him.

“Good night, love,” you whispered to your daughter just as her eyes fluttered close. Her breathing steadies, and your lips find their place on her left temple.

Quietly watching moments like this make Kiseok’s heart swell with contentment; his lips curling to the side a testament. He knocks softly on the door, creating a ripple at the smooth flow of sounds you have been supplying for the past several minutes.

Your eyes said the words you can’t. You put your forefinger against your lips as you stand up and cross the short distance between the bed and the doorway, where Kiseok’s shadow falls under the small light bulb on the ceiling.

Kiseok pulls his hand from behind him, revealing a bouquet of pink and white flowers. “Happy birthday,” he says and closes the gap between the two of you, dottig a soft kiss on your cheek.

You accept the bouquet, and wrap your other hand around him, resting your chin on the crook of his neck as your toes incline for support. Then you tell him the words he longs to hear everyday, “Welcome home.”

Who Could Be The One

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Smut
Rating: M
Request by Anon
Written by xoxoTheQueenOfHearts

A/N:: Warning you now, it contains “Rape”;; there will be a part of two.

You would have never imagined losing your virginity to Jeon Jungkook. One of the hottest boys in school and you were the only one to remain pure. Everyone knew you were an innocent girl, a good girl. Maybe that’s one of the reasons why he sought you in first place.

You were at your locker putting away your books for the end of the day. It was a normal day like everything else. But when you closed your locker door, you were startled when you saw Jungkook himself was leaning against the lockers, looking at you.

“Do you need something?” You asked as try to maintain your blush. Jungkook was one of the seven kingka’s in school. He was devilishly handsome. You tried not to stare.

“I was wondering if I could take you home.” He stated to you but it came out like a question.

You didn’t know what to see say. Never has he ever tried to approach you before, so why now? Did he like you? Was he just trying to be friendly? It could be of many things. “I’m sorry, I already have a ride from my friend.” You say to him, easily declining his offer.

His face never changed, but it looked like he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. “You’re always with your friend. Why can’t I take you home?” He asked Again.

“I already told you. Maybe next time?” You tried offer but he wasn’t having it. But you walked away anyways. He followed you.

“What if their isn’t a next time?” He asked using reverse psychology.

You chuckled. “I’m sure their will be. But let me ask you, why are you talking to me? I mean, you’ve never approached me before during school hours and you wait until everyone is practically gone before striking a conversation with me.” You say to him as you continued your way to the front entrance of the school.

“Can’t a guy be friendly?” He asked. “I like you Y/N. I just wanted to take you home.” He said to you in a softer tone.

You almost feel bad for declining his offer, but if he didn’t talk to you in public during school hours then something wasn’t right. “You can be friendly sure, but try talking to me during school hours and then maybe just maybe I will let you take me home.” You tell him as soon as you reached the entrance to find your brother waiting in his car. You were walking toward his car when Jungkook grabbed your wrist to twirl you around.

“You’ll let another guy I haven’t seen before take you home but you won’t let me?” He asked as if he sounded a bit jealous.

You chuckled. “Yeah, he’s my brother Jungkook. Now remember what I told you. But I have to go now. I will see you tomorrow?” You asked but it came out like a statement.

Jungkook only rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment for automatically assuming something else. He nodded at you and watched you get into your brothers car.

“I’m taking it she declined your ass.” Hoseok asked Jungkook slinging his arms around Jungkook’s shoulders.

Jungkook shaked his friends arms off from him. “She’s playing hard to get. They always fall. She will say yes.” Jungkook said with determination.

Hoseok only laughed at his friend. “I’m telling you now Kookie, she’s different. This isn’t some slut you’ve been with before, her brother is an actually cool guy. If you screw her over like a one night stand, don’t come to me when I already warned you.”

Jungkook scoffed. “You know I hate that name. Let’s just go.” He said and started stalking off to Hoseok’s car.

After you walked away from Jungkook and got into your brothers car, the questions came. “Who was that?” Your brother asked.

Before he drove away, you looked at Jungkook one last time to one of his friends wrapping an arm around his shoulders. You turn to look at your brother. “Just a guy from school wanting to take me home. But I declined because I have you.”

Your brother gave you a look.

“What? I told him no. Can we just go home?” You tell your brother and your brother drives off.

The next day, you were walking into school like any other day and headed to your locker like you always do. You get your bag and books. You close your locker to find Jungkook by your locker again. You look around to see if anyone is looking before meeting his gaze.

“Can I walk you to class?” He asks you plain as day for the surrounding people to hear.

You think about it for a few minutes. “You don’t know where I’m headed.” You tell him and he scoffs at you a fraction.

“I think I do. By the looks of it, you have Biology, same class as me and you pulled out your biology book.” He says to you as a matter of fact. Your eyes widened.

You blush as he just confronted you. “I-I guess you could t-take me to class.” You stuttered out but you didn’t see the grin on his face.

“Well shall we go?” He asked you and you don’t say nothing but nod.

On the way to class you couldn’t help but blush. You noticed how everyone that you both walked passed, was either blinking twice to make sure they weren’t dreaming or muttering amongst themselves.

However, he couldn’t sit with you because of assigned seats. You had mixed feelings.

By the time lunch rolled around, you were sitting alone at a table outside reading until a shadow was hovering over the pages. You looked up to see Jungkook standing over you.

“What are you reading?” He asked you.

You bookmarked your page and closed the book. “Probably not something I would catch you reading.” You say to him while putting your book back into your bag.

He chuckled. “So I had a question…” he dragged out.

You stand up so he is almost level to you, though he was still much taller than you. You waited for him to continue.

“Will you let me give you a ride home? It’s cool if you already have your brother but I was just curious…” he startled to ramble which you thought was pretty cute but you wouldn’t dare say that to him.

You chuckled. “Just this once?” You asked him.

His eyes lit up. “Just this once.” He says to you smiling.

You think about it before smirking inside your head while remaining pokerfaced. “No.”

He was baffled. “What do you mean no?” He asked.

You shook your head. “You’re only talking to me because that’s what I told you yesterday. If you really want to get to know me like as a friend, then maybe I will trust you.” You say turning him down once again. If he really really wanted to get to know you, he’d actually put some effort into it.

“Then hang out with me today after school?” He offered. “We can go get something to eat or whatever you want to do.” He said.

You let out a sigh. “Will your friends be there? Or just us?” You ask cautiously. It’s not that you would mind.

He carefully takes his time in responding. “Originally yes, my friends Hoseok and Jimin were going, but if you want it to be just us then I can tell them to leave.” He said to you.

You shrugged. “They can be there if they want, I suppose.”

The smile on his face widens. “Great, so I can pick you up at your class?” He asks happily.

You smiled back and nodded. “Sure, do you even know where I will be?” You questioned him with his eyebrows raised.

“Of course, you share it with Jimin.” He says. “You’re a mentor in the library with Jimin last period of class.” He stated to you leaving you there to wonder how he knows everything about where you are but you don’t know much of him as you watch his back as he walked away.

By the time last period rolled around, you were in the library putting the books away that people had returned on the cart.

“I heard you’re hanging out with us today after class?” The voice of Jimin asked from behind you.

You turned around to look at him. You nod your head but don’t say anything. Instead, you go back to your books.

“If you were a good girl, you wouldn’t come.” He said as if to scare you but you weren’t falling for it.

“Why?” You asked him quietly while still doing your job.

“I know who you really like and that said person isn’t going to be fond of you hanging out with Jungkook.” He whispered to you but loud enough for you to hear. “Everyone knows you’re a virgin, why do think said person hasn’t touched you yet?” He continued to say to you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Jimin. Don’t you have work to do?” You told him trying to get away from him. But he kept following you.

“But I think you do. I’ve heard you in the bathroom. Why are you letting Jungkook talk to you when you know what type of person he is.” Jimin said.

You finish putting the last book away before turning to look at him with that smug look on his face. “Whatever you’re trying to do, it’s not going to work. Leave me alone. Jungkook asked me to hang out and I was kind enough to accept it, so if you don’t like it then don’t come.” You threatened.

Jimin scoffed before towering over you. “Better watch your tongue, don’t forget who you’re talking to.” He threatens back.

Before you could retort someone cut you off. “Is there a problem?” The both of you look at Hoseok and Jungkook.

You gulp at the sight of the two but don’t do anything. You look up at Jimin that still had his usual smug look on his face. “Nah, just telling Y/N here that there was a spider in her hair.” Jimin says to the two of his friends and gives you a look to pretend so his lie was believable.

You take the hint and push Jimin out of the way and freak out before you shake off the supposed spider.

After you recollect yourself you find them all to stare at you. You clear your throat and stand tall.

“Alright, are you ready?” Jungkook asked and ushered you to follow.

The car ride was awkward. Your confrontation from Jimin made you already uncomfortable but you tried to suppress it. They went to a local food restaurant and just chatted inside. Afterwards Hoseok took Jimin home, they took you home.

The ride was silent until Hoseok broke the silence. “So Y/N…are you going to hang out with us again?” He asked.

You look at the back of his head. “D-Do you want me to? I don’t want to intrude..” you say to him.

“You’re welcome anytime..” he said just as he pulled up to your house. You only smiled at him and then said, “okay, maybe tomorrow then?”

And Hoseok nodded. Jungkook was about to get out of the car to walk you up the steps but you stopped him. “I think you better stay in the car. Thanks for letting me hang out with you guys. It was really fun.” You say to him and Hoseok before walking inside where you met your brother.

“Where the hell were you? I waited for you.” Your brother says to you at the front door.

“I was with some friends. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I forgot.” You say to him.

“You forgot? That doesn’t sound like you.” He said to you. “Who are these so called friends? Do I know them?” He asked and you try your best to hurry up the steps to your room.

“Maybe, I don’t know. I have homework to do, goodnight!” You yell to him before closing your bedroom door.

For a few weeks now, you and Jungkook had become an item. He was always around you and you hung out with his friends. And tonight was a party that Jungkook was going to take you to. You just had to think of an escape plan to go.

You waited until your brother went to sleep before sneaking out. You met Jungkook outside before getting inside his car and heading to the party.

The time you got there, you could see people mingling here and there or puking there brains out from consuming so much alcohol. The two of you got out of the car and headed inside.

The music was so loud you could feel it in your chest and hear the vibrations from the photos on the wall. Jungkook grabbed your hand and lead you to the drink table. You refused to drink alcohol so You grabbed for the drinks that looked like Kool-Aide. You had about 4 cups of them until you realized it was actually spiked. Before Jungkook made his advances, he brought you into a bedroom upstairs. Secluded away from everyone.

Your drunk body was allowing Jungkook to do anything he wanted. Knowing you were a virgin, he didn’t waste anytime. You tried to push him off because he was too strong and eventually you gave into his kiss.

The kiss was anything but gentle. It was no love making. It was a hungry and lustful kiss. He forced his tongue inside your mouth causing a moan to ripple out of your mouth.

Just as aggressive, he attacked your neck before taking off your clothes in a hurry. He undressed himself as well before climbing back on top of you when you were falling asleep.

“Nuh uh princess, you need to stay awake.” He whispered into your ear. And you giggle drunkly.

His kisses trail roughly all the way down to your core and spreads your legs apart to stare at your untouched place.

Even in your drunk state you try to cover yourself but he swats your hand away. “Just relax let me take care of you.” He says to you and you lay there waiting.

He doesn’t waste time as he goes in for the kill. He takes a small lick upwards before making the ’M’ sound. Then he goes back in with powerful strokes of his tongue. Flattening his tongue muscle as soon as he reaches your clit. You stifle a small moan as you start panting. He spreads your lips out even wider with his thumbs on each side as his tongue pays close attention to your clit. And just as you get comfortable, he inserts a finger inside you at a fast face making you squirm.

“It burns..” you whimper out as you try to close your legs but he keeps them open. “J-Jungkook it hurts..” you whimper once more.

To shush you, Jungkook presses his lips against you as he adds another finger. You whimper inside his mouth as you grip his shoulders. He pulls away as he removes his fingers from within you and positions himself between your legs. But in one quick motion he thrusts inside you causing you to scream even in your drunk state.

“J-Jungkook!” You yell in a moan as he thrusts become rough but not too fast and not too slow.

Jungkook starts panting and hissing in your ear as he starts whispering inside your ear. “I love virgins like you. But princess, I just took your prized possession.” He whispered. “And I feel honored that you allowed me to take it.” He whispered. You’re too drunk to comprehend what he was saying to you.

His leans up off of you to bring your legs up onto his shoulders to be able to go deeper inside you. “Fuck you’re even tighter than I imagined.” He growled through clenched teeth just as he thrusted a few times inside you before pulling himself out and squirting his hot white load onto your stomach. He has the decency of cleaning you off but he doesn’t stay around. He got what he wanted and he left. But you were to drunk to realize what anything just happened.

The last thing you hear is a commotion in the room but you groan and toss on the bed. And the last thing you see is a concerned Hoseok standing above you before everything turns black.

Love Triumphs Chapter 22: Surprise Visitors

Jared Padalecki x Reader

1400 Words

Story Summary: AU (I love Gen, and love her with Jared.) Jared and Gen have split up, but are still friendly. You, the Reader have recently started acting on Supernatural, and have fallen in love with Jared. Both of you get hate due to the fact that you are much younger than he is.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

The questions started off easily, relaxing both you and Jared. Questions about the upcoming episodes were easy to answer, especially since you weren’t allowed to give out spoilers. Then there were the onset questions. Fans always loved hearing about Jared and Jensen goofing off, and you had plenty of those stories stacked up for moments like this.

“There was this one time.” You started, smiling as Jared stared wide eyed your way. He had no idea which story you were planning to tell. It could be one of the normal, everyday ones. Or, there were a couple of extremely embarrassing ones that you had assured him you would never tell. “It was freaking cold outside, and of course we were filming in it.”

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Request: Hi :) I freaking adore your Fanfictions 😍😍 It would be amazing if wrote one where Y/N is a famous actress who has to do a film with a super hot actor… Of course her boyfriend Shawn gets jealous 😉💁🏼 He visits her at set and stuff like this and gets very pissed off seeing her with him. It all ends with a passionate making out. Love you 😘💁🏼

A/N: This is a LONG ONE BEWARE (that sounds wrong I’m sorry)


Your name: Submit What is this?

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“I’ll be on set in about 10 minutes.” You say on the phone to your manager who’s waiting for you. “Yes! I’ll be there! Don’t worry, okay?” She’s extremely impatient and worried, which you understand is a good thing, as she only wants the best for you and to keep you on track. “Bye… yeah I get it. Okay bye.”

“Who was that?” Shawn asks you in his morning voice as he rolls over in bed to face you. God, he looks so good in the morning.

“Umm… my manager.” You reply slowly, with your teeth gritted as you know how Shawn will react, as he heard part of the conversation, and what he’ll say. However, he surprises you, as normally he would force you out of bed to do your job and encourage you, but today it seems he doesn’t want you to leave the underneath of the warm, comfortable duvet

“It’s alright, Y/N. You said you’ll be there in 10, therefore you have 10 minutes to stay here close to me.” Shawn runs his hand up and down your arm with a smirk on his face, and pulls you in tighter into his homely embrace. He laughs to himself and tries to get you to laugh as well, but you find this situation a lot more confusing than humorous.

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Your Shadow

This wasn’t requested but I had a spurt of inspiration and felt the need to give you all something!

No warnings needed


Originally posted by siriuskitty

You weren’t a party girl. But then again, this wasn’t really a party. 
More like a late night round-up of hustlers, drunks and the downers. 
The bar wasn’t anything unique, quite boring you admitted. Apart from the the large painting hanging over the entrance door. 
You only just noticed it now, as you spun in your chair by the bar. You had first wanted to find a seat somewhere away from the rowdy bunch of people nearby. 
But now, you sat, memorized by the artwork of colors both bright and dull. 
There were shapes and figures, but you couldn’t quite place what they were. 
No doubt the painting was there to give the bar’s visitors something to chat about. Maybe it looked different to each person. A different perspective would arise if you moved about the room.
Whichever it was, you were just interested in the decoration that both clashed and blended with the bar’s environment.
You weren’t here to drown yourself in drink, nor were you here to find a companion for the night. 
You had just wanted to get out of the house. Out of the routine you fell into every day. 
Wake up, eat, go to work, come home, eat, shower, sleep. 
An endless cycle with no peaks or valleys. Just a straight plain of repetitiveness. So tonight, you were trying to be someone other than that person.
And so in-depth you were in your out-of-place mindset, that you didn’t notice the stranger stumble towards you. 
Half full glass of beer swishing over it’s lip as the person swayed to a stop beside your stool. 

“Good evening” They said between a hiccup. You had to fight with your nose not to curl at the stench of their breath. 
“Evening.” You replied stiffly, trying to put a stop to the conversation before it began. 
“Can I ask you a question?” They slurred, throwing their drink around in a wild gesture. Some of the contents splashed against your shoe. You willed yourself to be patient. They were drunk. They didn’t know better. 
That doesn’t give them a reason to be disrespectful. A rumble of a voice told you from the depths of your mind.
Ignoring the voice, you turned to the person with a warm, but impatient smile. 
“Go ahead, but I may not answer.” 
The words didn’t seem to register with them. But their smile was wide, hungry almost. 
“I just wanted to ask why such a ravishing human being is alone in a dump- hic - like this.” They swayed dangerously close to you. Their almost empty drink tipping to pour the last few inches of itself onto you. 
You had to hold the person steady so that didn’t happen. 
“That wasn’t really a question.” You mumbled sourly. Already getting irritated. 
You remembered now why you didn’t like going out much. 
“You ‘ere with someone?” They asked, a gleam in their eye that made you glare. 
“You just asked why i was alone… never-mind. It was lovely meeting you, but I must be going.” You tipped the last of your drink into your belly and hurried to leave. But the stranger’s hand lashed out with a too tight grip, basically yanking you to a halt. 
“Hey, hey, hey now,” They burped a disgusting mouthful of gas. “There’s no need to rush out.” 
You glared, about to say something when your reflection in the window behind them, caught your attention. 
You saw yourself being held by the stranger, but behind you was what made your gaze turn cold.
An outline of a dark figure loomed over you. Eyes as red as blood gleamed, locked on the person before you. 
You glanced behind you, only to find your shadow cast along the ground by the lights. 

Of course he was here. 

You managed to twist your arm out of the person’s grasp, shooting an irritated glare at them. 
“Excuse me, but I don’t liked to be touched by random, drunken strangers. Go back to your posse and leave me alone.” 
You were angry, frustrated. Why didn’t he just leave you alone for at least a night? How did he even know you left? 
The stranger scoffed and flipped you the middle finger before spinning around and stumbling back to their group. 
Not without crashing into a table and knocking a few glasses to the ground to shatter. 
You left the room, not through the exit, but towards the bathroom. Where you checked that the stalls were empty before locking the door and whirling on your shadow. 
“How and why did you follow me?” You snapped at the black 2D print of yourself. 
Dark didn’t bother concealing himself. He rose from your shadow like he was standing on an invisible elevator in the floor. His suit melting from the black to cover his body. His pale skin bright in the dim light.
He stopped when his shiny black shoes were above ground. 
“I saw you heading out of your home. I felt I needed to accompany you, but it was clear you weren’t in the mood for a known companion.” Dark said as he soothed down his suit jacket. 
His eyes were dully colored with red. His fingers twitched slightly as he moved them behind his back. 
To hide the shake or to stand respectfully, you were never quite sure. 
“Isn’t that considered stalking?” You asked, your tone dripping with sarcasm. “And no, I didn’t want company. I needed to get out of the house. I don’t need you protecting me. I can take care of myself.” 
The corner of Dark’s mouth twitched in amusement, “Yes. You made that clear with the drunk. I thought your naivety was going to get you in trouble again. But you surprised me, again.”

You glanced away, a small smile stretching your lips. But then you reminded yourself that Dark had piggy-backed in your shadow and your frown returned. 
“You know I don’t appreciate you using your abilities on me. Especially when I don’t know about them! Can’t you just let me live in peace for one night?” 
Dark titled his head, his eyes narrowing the smallest amount. “I was planning too. You’ve demanded space for sometime now I thought it fitting to give you it. But you left your home. It was unlike you to do such a thing. I… wanted to make sure your strange behavior didn’t get you harmed.”
God you hated it when he used those words. It was unlike Dark to convey his concern for others. Seeing it befitting to constantly remind you how insignificant you were to him. 
And yet here he was. Eyes glowing with the left over anger he felt when that drunkard laid his hands on you. Feeling a stab of shame to being a coward and not confronting you when you left the house. 
He wanted nothing more than to be beside you. And you had been pushing him away for the past few days. His smothering nature taking a toll on-top of the stress and pressure of your mortal life. 
You sighed, rubbing the back of your neck. “I suppose I could use an escort for the night. I don’t plan on getting wasted, but it’d be nice to have someone to watch my back.” 
Dark seemed to swell with your words. His chin lifting from it’s titled state and his eyes returned to their soft, but still onyx form. 
“Then I shall gladly assist you. A silent companion if you wish of me.” Dark said with an easy smile. He lifted his hand, outstretching it to you. 
You smiled and slid your fingers into his. 

Dance For Me


Request: Can you do one where Shawn comes all the way from tour for you birthday and tells you that you are going to go on tour with him as his personal dancer ? Xx

Word Count: 1,813

A/N: I really hope you like this. 

Dance For Me

“That was so sick, for real tho!” Your friend said, giving you a high five.

“We killed it!” You said, clapping your hands.

You had been working on this choreography for so long, without getting it right, it had actually started to annoy you, but this time, this time, you both killed it.

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The Truth pt.1 (Male version)

Request for this scenario:

there is this song called “the truth” by bei maejor and I was wondering if you could write a smut scenerio using that song where Jungkook steals you frm rapmon?

Group: BTS

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Male)

Genre: Smut

“Please understand” Namjoon begged. His fingers wrapped around your wrist as his eyes melted, pleading with you.

“Understand what? That you’re putting your ex-girlfriend above me?” you asked. Namjoon sighed and the thought of slapping him crossed your mind.


“Your current boyfriend? You’re ditching your future for your past?” you said, talking over him. He just stared at you, his eyes still attempting to beg you. Why had he been so stupid lately? Were you speaking a language that he couldn’t understand?

“I’m not ditching you, okay? I can’t stand the idea of having her hate me. We used to be best friends, ___. I love you and you know that” he replied, sliding his grip down to hold your hand. Your eyes looked down at his hand and you raised an eyebrow.

“If you loved me as much as you say you do, you wouldn’t be acting like such a dick to me. I don’t care if you work on your relationship with her but it’s not okay that I have to watch your foreplay-”

“Foreplay? What are you talking about?” Namjoon questioned, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

“What am I talking about? You haven’t noticed the way she touches you? I’m surprised she hasn’t dropped to her knees yet-”

“Okay, ___. That’s enough” he cut in, voice a bit escalated. He was yelling at you now? You gave him a look and he groaned before starting up his usual apology. You snatched away from him and he stood up, trying to get you to come back to him.

The door opened and she emerged from the darkest pit in hell. “Namjoon are you really going to miss your own birthday party?” she asked, eyes slowly moving from your face to his.

“-are you really going to miss your birthday party” you mumbled, mocking her little voice as you walked out of the room. You heard Namjoon calling your name but you just kept walking. You needed a drink. You needed a walk. You needed your boyfriend to quit acting like a clueless dumbass.


You turned around and watched as Yoongi walked to meet you.

“You know, usually, when you scream someone’s name you’re jogging to catch up with them” you criticized.

“Yeah, yeah, sure. You and I both know that I am not going to run just to get you” he responded.

“Truly the greatest best friend in the world” you said sarcastically. Yoongi smiled in his drunken state and smacked your shoulder. His arm draped over your shoulder as he walked with you to the open bar. He sat with you before frowning, using his Jedi-Yoongi tricks to read your mind. He ordered a few drinks and passed them all to you.

“What did he do now?”

Before you could answer, a loud roar of applause started up and you both turned your heads toward the door. Namjoon walked into the room with his dimples flashing and the she-witch glued to his arm.

“Ahhh, Medusa again?” he asked, stealing one of your drinks.

“Cruella” you responded.


“…Jafar?” he struggled. You laughed and he smiled.

“I couldn’t think of anymore evil chicks” he explained. You just shook your head and downed a couple of the drinks. Your eyes cut back to the two of them and you felt your jaw flex, your teeth pressing together. You turned back to your drinks and quickly drunk the rest before taking Yoongi’s.

“Maybe you should try not being an alcoholic..?” Yoongi said, watching you.

You ignored him, asking for another drink. Who was he to judge? He’d been drinking too.

“I think it hurts more that it’s a girl because I literally can’t do the things that she can do for him” you vented. Yoongi frowned in confusion and you sighed.

“We don’t have the same parts?” you tried again. You could see that he still wasn’t getting it.

“A vagina. I do not have a vagina. I am vagina-less” you said, spelling it out for him.

“Well, she can’t give him what you can. SHE DOESN’T HAVE A PENIS. SHE IS PENIS-LESS” he shouted. You clapped your hand over his mouth and smiled to the people who’d began to stare. He mumbled something against your hand before licking your palm, forcing you to snatch your hand away.

“Seriously?” you asked, wiping your hand on him.

His glazed eyes were a sign that you’d clearly underestimated how much alcohol he’d had. He was officially beyond his limit and you needed to get him home.

“Let’s go” you sighed, standing to help him up. Yoongi allowed you to help him through the crowd, his smile thoroughly worked into his face. Namjoon saw the two of you leaving and he hurried toward the door.

“Is he okay?” he asked.

“He’s fine. Carry on with your party” you replied, not even glancing at him.

Ursula, being Namjoon’s shadow, moved to his side and asked the same question.

“He said that I’m fine, you dick-less homewrecker” Yoongi said. You held in your laugh as you continued out of the room.

Yoongi shuffled his feet along, making it a little easier to help him out of the building.

“You’re an idol. Why don’t you guys have your driver with you at all times?” you complained. Yoongi slapped his hand to your face and you slapped him back. He laughed and put his finger to your lip, telling you to ‘shhh’.

Yoongi tripped and you were barely able to catch him in time. He laughed as he went down and laughed even harder as soon as you caught him.

“You need to get me home before I die out here” he smiled. You just shook your head and continued down the street with your arm around him. As you approached the building, Yoongi had gone from laughing uncontrollably to singing at the top of his lungs. You tried to quiet him down but he was just too far gone to listen.

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Temptation / Saizo x MC

Kisses with Meaning Prompts

Anonymous 1: ear + saizo??
Anonymous 2: Ear for saizo
Anonymous 3: Back of Hand + Saizo!

  • Saizo + Ear (temptation) + Back of Hand (respect/love)

Pawn takes Pawn.

You want to see it. Just once. You won’t even know why standing as you are, a hair’s breadth away from him, only that he will look at you with those indiscriminate eyes and it’ll be the only thing coursing through your mind.

“And if you did? How would you teach me?”

His body is a perfect shadow, as if he’s left some essential part of himself at home. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him so contained— barely there and silhouetted by the sun. He would snort if he knew your thoughts, but you think him a walking contradiction of night and day.

“Little lady, you don’t know what you’re asking.”

And there’ll be something in those eyes that gives you hope. A little twinkling. A precursor to what you’ve been craving ever since the day Yukimura fell off the roof and you heard the most beautiful throaty chuckle pour out of him, like honeyed milk oozing down your throat.

Though it should irk you how weak your knees go, you want to see it again. Hear it again. It’s why you’re here, why you’ve been in this perpetual dance with him ever since. You take one step forward, he takes two back. Always retreating.

“Humour me.”

His eyes crinkle.

Ah. Almost there.

He takes one step forward this time — how strange — voice so low you barely contain the shiver. “I would work you so hard, every day and night, you wouldn’t know how to get out of bed in the morning.”

It almost disappoints you how little he understands how this works. You need to teach him the steps, but in order to do that he needs to learn about you. Because it’s your dance too. You realise he doesn’t know you nearly as well as you know him, and the knowledge excites you even as you bite back a laugh.

Darling, you think, this might be our waltz but I’m dancing to win.

He kicks back, not realising you like kick back.

“Try me.”

And it’s a challenge. A dare. A promise.

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White Knight // Stiles

Summary: The reader has an encounter with someone that made you scared, anxious and dirty since the day you first saw him. You’re haunted by the memories and the guilt of not telling Stiles but what happens when in daylight that man comes back? With the discovery of the event by Stiles and Scott how will the situation go?

Characters: Stiles x Reader, Sheriff Stilinski, Scott McCall

Words: 1958

Disclaimer: We do not own Teen Wolf or the characters that appear in this.

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, mention of rape (not detailed), angry Sheriff, angst, and fluff

Author(s): Caitsy and Ash

Requested: Yes by anon.

Tagging: At the end. Ask to be added or removed from any lists.

A/N: We both decided we weren’t able to do this request justice alone due to the graphic content of rape. We both agree to write it together and make is so the rape was in the past and not detailed at all. PLEASE REQUEST FOR FICS

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*Four Years Ago*

The night was colder than usual for the end of summer time. It was the last night before Freshmen year started and you were terrified. It was the first year of high school and you were walking from one of your friends houses, it was Beacon Hills. The crime rate was low so you were trusted to walk the short distance home.

You stopped looking back feeling the hairs on your skin stand up. You shook it off before continuing the distance home. You were humming trying to keep your mind occupied when you felt that eerie feeling again. You turned seeing a shadow moving but you once more brushed it off.

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Pairing: Moriarty x Reader 

Warnings: Bit of depression, mentions of bullying, and a gunshot wound (barely a graze). 

A/N I posted this earier, but it didn’t, I suppose. I posted this last Sunday actually, for a prompt contest, but it’s whatever. It didn’t work, so I’m so sorry for the delay, and I’m sorry to the host of the contest, as well. I should’ve checked.


Normally, you abided by every rule. It was like an obsession to always be the perfect little angel. So when people had found out you were… involved with a criminal, they couldn’t believe it. Actually, many thought it was a sick joke Moriarty was playing- the last little piece to his great game… the kindly assistant of Mycroft Holmes who always kept her head down, and always aimed to please.

 Your boss was not happy to find you were the beneficiary of about 90% of Jim’s personal effects. Pretty much the only thing you didn’t “inherit” was his criminal web and his “small” arsenal. But you weren’t happy, either. Because if you inherited his effects, that meant he was gone. For good… 

Of course, people had questions when they had first found out- not all of them pleasant. And you still heard whispers about yourself whenever you left the room. Especially around this time of year. The anniversary of his death, of the day he left you for good. Sometimes, if you concentrated hard enough, you could block out the whispers of your “betrayal” and replace them with the dancing, irish-kissed words.

 Of Jim whispering in your ear, “Come’ere, Angel, I missed you today,” and could practically feel his lips press to your cheek. “I’m the Napoleon of Crime, Darling, what do you expect?” After you saw a particularly nasty photo or heard an exceedingly heated exchange. You’d swear you could feel the heat of his hands on your shoulders as he tried to calm you… it’d never been his strong suit, but you thought it was a bit sweet. Sometimes.

Today wasn’t one of those times. Today, your coworkers’ words ricocheted around your mind like a .22 caliber bullet. They’d gossip about all sorts of things. Not-so-quiet whispers talking about how you were a traitor to your country for loving that man. They’d reason with each other that you’d been tricked, because a psychopath like him couldn’t love. That you’d been manipulated for his own sick entertainment. They’d ask how you could love a man with so much blood on his hands, but no matter how you answered, you knew they’d never understand. 

Maybe that’s why you just stayed, and listened to their words, letting each one chip away at you. Maybe if they got deep enough, you could break the “spell” Jim had put you under. Just like this time every year, you stumbled back to your flat, choking on your tears as you tried to convince yourself they were wrong, or that they just couldn’t understand. 

Your blubbering cries were stopped when you saw the lights of your home on, even though you’d turned them all off that morning. Slipping your gun out of your purse, and lifting it to aim, you slowly pushed the door open to find a man standing by your mantle, covered mostly by shadows. Before he had the chance to turn around, a loud BANG echoed through the walls, and a short yelp as the bullet grazed his shoulder. 

“Holy hell, Angel- what was that for?!” Jim clutched his barely bleeding shoulder, palm getting splotched in thick crimson liquid. 

“Y-You’re- You’re dead!” You proclaim, swearing your mind was playing tricks on you- that this man couldn’t be your Jim. No, your love had killed himself on the roof of Saint Bartholomew’s hospital four years ago- to the day. 

“So you shot me? What made you think shooting me was a good idea?!” He hissed, sitting himself down on your loveseat. It wasn’t a severe wound- heck, it wasn’t even that deep. He’d been shot many times before, and this one was barely bad enough to leave a scratch. What hurt was the fact that YOU shot him…. his little Angel. Your bottom lip quaked, eyes welling up with more tears, like the day’s hadn’t already been enough. His suit was just as crisp as the one he’d been wearing when you last saw him, minus the small traces of blood leaking onto his sleeve. His hair smothed back, almost as if it wasn’t single strands but one solid piece. He was the exact same man he was all those years ago. He was Jim. 

“Jim?” Your breath was thick with disbelief. The sound of his name caused him to look up at you with those same puppy eyes he’d had upon waking up in the mornings, and his lips curved into a gentle smile, reserved only for you. 

“Yes, Darling?” Sobs escaped your lips as you stumbled over to him. In response, he stood to greet you, eyes sparkling with a certain glee. Once he was right in front of you, the scent of irony blood mixed with cedar and mint from his expensive cologne engulfed you in it’s sweet presence. You crashed into his arms, violently sobbing as you clutched onto him like he was your lifeline. With his free hand, he softly rubbed your back, setting his chin on your head, and letting you cry it out. “I hate you, you complete and utter arsehole.” You grumbled, causing him to vibrate with laughter. He tsked a few times, and brought his lips to your temple, pressing them firmly against your skin. Despite his weak arm, he managed to pull you slightly closer. “I love you, too, Angel.” Because despite what anyone thought, he’d missed you more than anything- maybe even more than you’d missed him. “Now, let’s get this arm fixed, yeah?”

Oups? [3/x] -Peter Parker Imagine

Originally posted by imaginingbucky

Summary: You get tagged in an instagram post, which leads to a certain superhero getting a crush on you

Pairing: Female reader x Peter Parker

Word Count: 614

Warnings: None

A/N: I’m in love with this story

Oups? Masterlist

“What are you doing?” A voice asked from the doorway which made Peter jump in his seat while letting out a quiet scream. He turned around to find none other than Steve Rogers, leaning against the door frame with an amused smile on his face. He hadn’t heard the door open. 

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Fake Dating & Stealing Cookies

Jace Wayland/Herondale imagine

Summary: Jace and you never got along well. When there’s a new mission, they need the two of you to pretend to be dating, and move into an apartment together. Now you only need to try not to kill each other. Followed by ‘The Date & The Confession’.

A/N: I saw Dom’s scene in Modern Family, which was amazing, and I just had to write something for Jace. Also, this is probably a long shot, but I’m going to Amsterdam next weekend. I’ve only been there once, just for one day, and I didn’t really do anything besides shopping to be honest, so if anyone knows something to do, feel free to let me know. From sightseeing to shops, to places to eat/drink something, anything is welcome. Thank you, and I hope you’ll like this :)

Prompts: “Is that supposed to cheer me up?” – “I would rather be violently stabbed to death.” – “Can you stop distracting me?”


“I’m sorry, you want us to do what?” You asked Alec, raising your eyebrows. Looking sideways towards Jace, you could tell he wasn’t a big fan of the plan either.

“Well, I’m sorry, but you are the only two available for this mission.” he explained why you two were the lucky chosen ones.

“Why can’t you and Izzy do it?” Jace asked him.

“Izzy is my sister.” Jace just raised one of his eyebrows at him, not getting why that was a problem.

“I’m not pretending to date my sister, Jace.” he argued. “Where you even listening when I told you what you were supposed to do?”

“I was listening to some parts of it.”

Alec let out a sigh.

“He wants us to pretend to be a couple in order to keep tabs on some dodgy Downworlders who will be our neighbors.” you said in a bored tone.

“What she said.” Alec looked at Jace, nodding towards you.

“Come on, Y/N, it can’t be that bad.” Izzy said when she saw the expression on your face. She had come to your room as soon as she had heard you would be leaving the next day for a mission, figuring you didn’t like it at all.

“You don’t have to spend who knows how long with the guy in a tiny apartment, pretending to be dating. I’m pretty sure he hates me, Iz.” You pouted a bit as you let out a sigh. You and Jace were known for not getting along that well.

“He doesn’t hate you.” she reassured you. “He just isn’t used to being beaten in close combat training.” She smiled.

You raised your eyebrows in doubt. “Still, this is not going to be a fun mission.”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I made you some cookies.” She smiled as she offered you a box filled with her home made cookies.

You eyed the box. “Is that supposed to cheer me up?”

Izzy’s mouth opened in protest, slightly offended no one thought she could cook. “My cooking is not that bad!”

“No, you’re right.” you said as you opened the box of cookies, sniffing the smell of slightly burned cookies, and something else that definitely wasn’t supposed to be in there. “If I really do get tired of Jace, I could always poison him with your cookies.” You smiled smugly.

She narrowed her eyes at you, but managed to still smile, grabbing a pillow from your comforter next to her. “Shut up.” She threw the pillow at you, making you actually laugh.

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