your existence pleases me

Deadly Sins- Lust & Desperation

Relationship: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary:Peter takes the Reader in the shower after a training session ;)

Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault from Lust & Wrath.. I know people handle sexual assault differently so just know this is how the Reader handled it and she’s just one tough bitch not gonna let no man destroy her life when she has an awesome man AKA PETER. Swearing cause Tom swears IRL and I do too, SEX BABYYY LETS GET HOT AND… STEAMYYYY

Word Count: 3,000+

A/N: I WILL BE ADDING EMOTIONS TO THESE FICS. THESE EMOTIONS/FEELINGS ARE WHAT THE READERS OR CHARACTERS EXPERIENCE. JUST WANT TO THROW THAT OUT THERE :,) Pls don’t get mad at me /.\ Ps. go check out my friend’s blog @daddytom2013 give her some love for me (,:

P.S: I DON’T WRITE SMUT ABOUT 15 Y/O PETER. LEMME CLARIFY: HE WAS GRADUATING HIGHSCHOOL WHEN ENVY WAS PUT OUT. I WANT TO CLARIFY BECAUSE I WILL NEVER WRITE ABOUT A 15 Y/O HAVING SEX IN MY SMUTS. IT’S NOT RIGHT. IN MY OPINION. JUST KNOW IN MY UNIVERSE HE IS IN HIS 20′S AT THIS POINT. THANK YOU, THAT IS ALL :,)

Deadly Sins- Envy & Wrath , Deadly Sins-Lust & Wrath

[Peter’s POV]

Peter you have training with Steve and Sam in ten minutes, you need to hurry to the training room” Karen’s voice fills the air of your bedroom. Crap I’m running late, I just got back from our spot with fresh flowers for the kitchen table. I picked a rose especially for my girl.

“I will be there shortly Karen, thank you” I reply fixing my black joggers on my waist. Pulling my shirt on followed by my hat putting it on backwards. I wore hats that way to keep my curls out of my face while I worked out. Looking over at our bed my girl laid there like she has for the past three months. Crying herself to sleep, having night terrors and crying during the day. The only time she would get up to move was to shower,eat or work in her lab. Then whenever she was done she would go right back to bed without a word.

“Angel, I won’t be back for a few hours then I’ll come back after, are you going to be okay?” I ask kneeling near the bed. I rub her cheek with my thumb. A tear falls down her cheek making my hand wet. Quickly I wipe away the others that fall giving her forehead a quick kiss. She sniffles causing a pain to happen in my chest. I hate seeing her like this for so long. No one can tell her what to do because they didn’t experience what she did that awful night.

“You don’t have to pity me Peter, it’s been three months since that night” she whispers pulling the blankets closer to her chest. Shock plastered on my facial features. This was the first time she spoke to me since then. Her voice sounded like music to my ears.

“Pity you? You’re my girlfriend, the love of my life.. you got assaulted and I saw it with my own eyes..” my voice rising a bit. How could she think you pity her? You love her more than life itself. She is what I think about when I wake up and before I go to bed.

“I haven’t let you sleep with me since then.. you’re probably tired of me now, I’m used” her voice breaks as she turns her back to you. A sob comes from her shaking covered body. Wanting so badly to pull her into your chest but she doesn’t let me do that much anymore without getting stiff or flinching. It’s been so hard when she distanced herself from me.

“You’re everything to me Angel.. I wish you would let me show how much of a rare gem you are, even if not I would wait as long as I needed to” Placing one more kiss to the back of her head I place a rose on the nightstand beside our bed. Heading out of the room I tell Karen to play some Halsey for her while I’m away. Karen wishes me luck with training before playing the playlist.

-

“Peter”

“Peter focus!” my eyes snap to the voice seeing Steve and Sam looking at me. Steve looked concerned and Sam was waving his hands around. Thankfully Tony wasn’t here or he would make the training hell.

“I-I’m okay guys sorry, what’s next?” I ask re wrapping my hands,the wrap was starting to get loose. Steve and Sam look at each other almost having a silent conversation but with their eyes.Sam walks over placing a hand on my shoulder pausing before he speaks.

“I know this is still a tough subject but I want you to punch this bag as many times you can.. Imagine it was that man” I grit my teeth nodding at his request. He pats my back urging me to start. I charge at the bag jabbing it hard imagining the man’s face. Minutes go by as I continue to hit the punching bag. My breathing getting heavy as I kept going. The only thing that kept me going was my girl, my sweet sweet angel.

“C’mon Peter harder c’mon man you got this” Sam cheers next to Steve. You could feel Steve’s stare boring into your skin only making you push harder. Fists slamming into the bag at a faster pace,feeling every muscle engaging to it’s full capacity. Grunts falling past my lips feeling the pain spread through my arms.

Letting out a scream I punch it so hard it snaps off the chain flying towards the wall. Colliding into the wall it hits the floor with a thud. My chest heaving up and down as I collapse to the ground. A feeling grows in my chest, it was regret. If only I had stayed with her maybe she wouldn’t of have been targeted. If only I was quicker maybe I could have stopped him from raping her. All the what ifs filled my mind as I tried controlling my breathing.

“Let me get another bag, I’ll be back” Steve says heading to the spare room. Sam walks over sitting down next to me. Him and Bucky normally picked on you but there were moments where he felt like an older brother. Tony could barely talk to you because he was still upset the situation happened over the men wanting supplies from his corporation. He feels more to blame than how I feel of not getting there in time.

“Peter, man you know I didn’t mean to make you upset… we just need you working to your fullest potential. This is a hard time for you,Tony and your angel.. how’s she doing ?” He asks rubbing my back a sympathetic look on his face.

“Not good.. She told me today she thought I’m tired of her just because we haven’t had sex since the incident.. She feels used because of that fucking bastard.. Today was the first time she talked to me since then” my hands running through my hair. I hated to cry but it felt so good as the tears fell. Sam patted my back as the tears fell onto the matted flooring.

“You are her world Peter, it’s natural for a woman to feel like that.. She’s yours and she felt like someone took that part of her away and that you probably don’t want a woman who was taken that way.. You just need to show her that even after the months of silence you’re still her one and only.” He gives me a smile lifting his goggles to his forehead. Helping me up from the ground I pull him into a hug.

“T-thank you Sam” I whisper as he squeezes me tightly before letting go. Steve comes back in carrying two punching bags. Letting them down with a thud he preps a new chain for the new bag.

“Now that we have you where we want you, let’s do more boxing then take it into combat practice mode, cool?” He grins in your direction.

“If I get to kick your ass then hell yeah” Laughing as I punch my right hand into my left palm.

“There’s the Parker I know” Steve smiles making Sam chuckle.

-

[Reader’s POV]

“Babe I’m back” you hear Peter’s voice fill your apartment. You were currently looking at yourself in the mirror. The redness in your cheeks from crying, you looked like a damn mess. Holding your rose that Peter gave you earlier in your shaking hands.

You couldn’t even respond like you used to. Your body felt numb and your voice non existent.

“Angel.. Please look at me” his voice begs as his finger tilts your chin in his direction.Opening your eyes you looked at Peter whose eyes looked pained. His normally happy self seemed so melancholy.

“Babygirl, please say something.. It felt so good to hear the sound of your voice today.. I love the sound of it and you talking to me..” His arms slowly wrapping around your body. They pulled you close to him,feeling his warmth engulfing you. You’ve missed this. Yet you felt better by yourself the past three months.

“I-I’m sorry Peter.. You’ve been trying to talk to me and I hate that I couldn’t talk to you I just feel like my whole body is numb.. I’ve m-missed you so much and I loved all the flowers you gave me everyday” my voice feeling like it was jumbled as tears started forming. His lips pressed against your head. The feeling so comforting and soothing. It was hard the few months you distanced yourself from him.

“I missed you more Angel, I can’t believe you thought I would leave you after that… you aren’t used cause you’re my girl no matter what happens.” He places his hands on your cheeks. The warmth of his hands making you close your eyes. Tilting your head into his palms sighing, you felt safe.

“Promise me you’ll never leave me” I whisper holding onto him tighter. I could feel his muscles through his shirt. The definition of his muscles was clear as your hands slid down his back.

“I will never leave you,like I said you’re everything to me” Lips press against yours, the feeling hitting you like a bag of bricks. You needed him more than you thought. The intense feeling waking up your whole body. Pulling his shirt as he deepens the kiss. It wasn’t forceful but it was full of love. The kiss reminding you that Peter is there for you through thick and thin. Even after these months went by he never changed.

“God you need a shower” you laugh as your nose scrunches up. You trying to pull away only to be pulled back to his body.

“Well after you hugging me now you do too, c’mon let’s save water” He winks pulling you towards the master bathroom. It felt so good to have his hand in mine. Following behind him he heads to the touch screen next to the shower.

 Peter touches the buttons to get the temperature and water pressure right. Lifting his shirt off slowly he throws it to the floor. My eyes looking at the muscles move when he made movements. The way his joggers hung dangerously low on his hips. Looking at the V muscle showing making me want to kiss my way down. The sight made me want to do so many things. He is like a sexual piece of art that you can look at.

“C’mon angel let’s get you undressed” his hands find your waist lifting his shirt you had on. Peter tossed your shirt into a pile. You weren’t wearing a bra so your breasts were exposed. Feeling his lips ghost over your skin. Placing kisses slowly down your body.  He unties the string on your shorts slipping them down along with your panties. Kisses placed on your hips before he slowly stood back up.

“Peter, p-please” I gasp out at the feeling of his lips kissing up to the shell of your ear. You were desperate with need. Your arms snaked around his neck,hands getting lost in his curls. He pulled down his joggers stepping out of them. His lips still sucking and biting the skin of your neck.

“I’ve missed you so much” Peter’s voice sounded so pained,you hated that you caused him pain.He swiftly lifts you up heading towards the walk in shower. Music still playing in the background as he carried you in. Your eyes were taking in his features, you haven’t looked at him like this in what seemed like forever. The intimate eye contact made your heart flutter.

“I-I’m sorry P-”

“You have nothing to be sorry about Angel..” Your back is pressed against the tile wall. He sets you down so you’re standing in front of him.  Peter’s lips left a trail of hot kisses from your neck down between your breasts. Your hand going to his curls trying to hold onto something else besides the wall. The look in his eyes as he made his way down made your heart pound harder. How he was kissing your skin seemed like he was trying to kiss away all the pain you had for that span of time.

His fingers ghosting their way down from your breasts. Fingertips sliding down your skin to your hips. The pads of his thumbs rubbed soothing circles on your hips making you twitch under his touch. Lifting your left leg he places it over his shoulder. Light kisses being placed from the top of your inner thigh slowly going down.

His teeth nip at your skin causing a moan to come out. You loved it when he was like this but it was also torture waiting in anticipation. His hands gripped your thigh tighter as he got closer to your core. Peter’s right hand kept your hips still so you wouldn’t move. Your legs felt wobbly but he kept you standing. His tongue licks your core slowly while still looking up at you. A whimper comes out as he flicks his tongue on your clit.

Hands tighten in his hair as he keeps eye contact with you. The steam in the shower making it slightly harder to breathe. Your hips moving as you grinded against his tongue. He slowly inserts a finger in pumping slowly in and out of you. Another followed shortly after making you moan his name out repeatedly. His fingers curling inside sent a wave of pleasure washing over you. Peter hit-s your g-spot making your fingers grip his curls more.

“P-lease… make love to me Peter. I c-can’t wait anymore” you gasp out with tears in your eyes. He gives one last kiss to your clit withdrawing his fingers from you. Standing he looks down at you eyes dark with arousal.

The water hitting Peter made his curls drip with water. Watching as droplets slide down his fit body made you bite your lip.He lets your left leg down. Your right leg held now in the crook of his left arm. He takes his cock rubbing it up and down your slit slowly. The action making you pant even more in the heated shower.

Looking down you watch as his cock slides into you. A groan slips out of Peter’s lips as he enters you. Your right hand gripping his shoulder from the pleasure that sparked inside you. His right hand cups your cheek gently as his thrusts go deep and slow.

“Fuck.. K-keep your eyes on me Angel..” your eyes fluttered open, his gaze trapping yours. Moans slip out as your back hits the wall a bit the pain and pleasure starting to mix together.

“Pe-Peter” I whimper as his thrusts start getting faster. Grunts escaped his lips as his pelvis smacked against yours. The feeling of him pumping in and out of you felt so good after so long of not having anything.

“God you feel so good,you’re my girl,my one and only” he whispers resting his right forearm against the wall. My hand slides down from his hair and goes down to stay at his chest.  I could feel his heartbeat against my palm.

“Please know I will never abandon you, I’m here for you through thick and thin.. Whatever comes our way we can get through it together” Peter presses kisses on your jaw heading down to your bruised neck.

“I-I love you Peter” I gasp out when I feel his thumb rubbing fast circles against my clit. Your thighs start to shake as pleasure fills your entire body. Puffs of air escaped you as you could feel the edge coming quickly.

“I love you more Angel, m-more than you can imagine” he groans as his thrusts start become sloppier.His hands grasp your hips pulling you against him the same time he thrusts causing himself to go deeper. The sound of both of your moans filled the bathroom air echoing off the tile walls. Looking to the side the whole master bathroom was filled with steam from the hot water that pelted against both of your bodies.

“I’m gonna c-cum” I moan tilting my head back. His lips attached onto the base of my neck. The feeling of him sucking, and biting left you breathless. Reaching down I start rubbing my clit earning a moan from Peter. The pleasure taking over my body as I came hard. Holding onto Peter for dear life as he came after my release. His lips press onto mine in a desperate kiss pulling my body flush against his.

“I can’t feel my legs” I breathe out holding onto Peter.

“Peter, Mr. Stark tried shutting down your Do Not Disturb Protocol because he needs to- uh oh he broke into the apartment” Karen’s voice sounds scared.

“He broke in?!” I shout trying to stand only to slip and fall hard on the floor.

“Fuck this isn’t good” Peter scrambles rushing towards the screen turning off the shower. This situation could only get worse from here.

“Peter we have to talk this instant , what the hell is this Do Not Disturb Protocol abo-” The door slams open causing me to yelp out in fear at the sound of the door banging against the wall.

“Mr. Stark you have to get out!” Peter covers himself as I glared up at him trying to hide but there was no point.

“You’re sleeping with my daughter and keeping record in Karen’s system?! Wha-” Tony’s voice raises but he stops at what he’s about to say next.

DAUGHTER?” I ask in disbelief looking between the two of them. 

Peter still covering himself as he grabs our towels. Snatching the towel I cover myself up. Tony had his eyes covered  while the two of you put your towels on. You could barely stand from what you just went through but the adrenaline of the situation helped.

“Angel, I-” Peter grasps your wrist trying to pull you to him.

“What the hell Peter” ripping my hand out of his,I walk past Tony embarrassed as hell.

Grabbing a pair of clothes I go to our front door. It had a blasted hole into it near the handle. Changing in the extra bathroom I get inside Peter’s hoodie. Running out of the apartment and down the hall. Hearing snickers I saw Sam and Bucky in the hallway with grins. I give them a eat shit and die look before getting the elevator.

-

[Peter’s POV]

“What the hell Tony! Is that seriously the way you wanted to tell her that she’s your daughter” I spat at him earning a quick slap to the face.

“No it wasn’t , it slipped out..” He groans walking out of the bathroom.

“Well I’m going to change and if you care to JOIN me, you can explain everything so my girlfriend doesn’t HATE me.” I say pulling clothes out of the drawer.Throwing on my clothes quickly I mentally slap myself for the situation.

“Do I HAVE to.. ?” Tony says digging his shoe into the carpet.

“Tony, you’re GOING!” I snap pulling his sweater knowing exactly where she took off to.

anonymous asked:

Can i request that the reader is actually hanzo's and genji's sister that they kept hidden from overwatch and the world but they have to tell the team about her when she starts to get hunted by talon

You loved your brothers. You really did. However, what you didn’t love was that whilst your brothers were out gallavanting with Overwatch, you had to stay behind and be kept hidden.

“It is for your own safety, (Y/N).” Hanzo explained. He had come back to your safehouse in Hanamura. To the rest of his team in the dropship, it was a visit to his previous home so it didn’t look too suspicious.
“I just wish to go with you. I don’t want to be stuck here while you and Genji are out, facing danger every day!”
“(Y/N), there is a fine line between wanting and needing. I know you do not want to stay here, but we need you to. With the forces of Talon becoming greater, so does the risk of you being found out and being put in danger.”

You huffed. Being the younger sister of the two ninjas was no easy feat. They were always protective of you, always wanting the best for you. Even if that did mean no one knowing of your existence

“Let me come back with you. Please?” Your eyes widened, eyelashes fluttering.
Hanzo raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips, his well known stern look on his face. You frowned.
“Fine. Okay. I’ll stay.”

You of course didn’t plan on staying.

Once Hanzo had hugged you and bid you goodbye, you began grabbing your necessities and shoving them into a small backpack. Toothbrush, deodorant, comb, money, map, clothes. Done.

You opened the door of the safehouse and took in a deep breath of fresh air. The streets weren’t overly busy, but busy enough to lose yourself in the crowd should you need to.

You had a nagging feeling. A sense that someone had their eyes on you. Looking over your shoulder, there was no-one in your immediate vicinity that you could spot looking at you. Shaking it off as nerves of disobeying your big brother, you carried on stalking through the streets of Hanamura to the station.

Suddenly, a hand wrapped around your wrist and your heart went through your chest. “What are you doing?!” You tried to wrench your arm away from the assailant.
“(Y/N).”
You stopped. You stared. It was your other brother, Genji.
“Where are you going, (Y/N)?”
“You haven’t seen me in months and that’s the first thing you ask?”
Your arm went slack.
“Hanzo had said to me that you wanted to join us. He asked me to follow you.”
“Yes, well, when you leave your younger sister alone things tend to get, erm, lonely.”
“Hush, (Y/N), please.” Genji looked over both of his shoulders before leading you towards a secluded shop opening.

Before you could even open your mouth to confront Genji, screams were heard from across the street. A confused, fearful look crossed your face, opposite to Genji’s which showed annoyance.

“This is why you should have stayed at the house.”
You frowned, lips parting to say-
“Stay out of sight. Do not let anybody see you, (Y/N).”
“Is this that.. Talon?”
Genji nodded.
“Hide, sister. I will be back.”
He stalked off towards where the screams and now explosions were coming from.

You thought it would be best to follow your brother’s advice and jogged down a small alleyway, out of sight and in the shadows. What you hadn’t expected was to see two men dressed in black uniforms, sporting an insignia you had never seen before. It had two arches, resembling a rams horns.

Oh shit.

Your feet skidded on the ground to try and stop and run the other way, but they had already clocked you and soon enough had their weapons pointed at you.

“Freeze.” One of the men chuckled.

You spread your hands out and held them at head height to show you were unarmed. You gulped.

The second man raised his hand that wasn’t holding his weapon to his ear.

“Boss. We found her. Practically ran straight into us.” He spoke into his earpiece.

Wait, what?

“Yeah, the Shimada sister.”

Shit. How did they know who you were?

You wanted to run. You wanted to call out. You wanted to do anything that that stopped these men pointing their guns at you.

Ryūjin no ken wo kurae!

Genji appeared and then disappeared, a swift strike through the soldiers and they slumped on the floor. He grabbed your wrist again, not as gentle as the last time.
“Come. We must leave.”
“Genji.. I-” You were in shock. Your brother had just killed those men and-
A yank on your hand sent you running. Where? You don’t know. You managed to keep up with your brother, eyes watering with unshed tears.

After 5 minutes he slowed down, taking you to a quiet street, bringing you against him in a tight hug.
“I am sorry you had to see that.”
You looked back up at him, tears finally falling and breathless.
“Those men.. who were they?”
“Talon. They were after you.” He loosened his arms and looked down at you. “Hanzo and I were on our way to our usual visit here, but it appears as though we were itercepted. We know they have recently recruited a new hacker. Whether they found out our connections, I do not know.”
You unlocked your eyes from his, burying your head in his chest. He didn’t need to say anymore to imply what Talon wanted.
“Thank you.”
A small pat on your back and you were released from the hug.

“This does however put us in a bit of a predicament, (Y/N).”
Your brows furrow.
“Your safehouse was comprimised. Yet, I can’t take you back the dropship.”
You tilted your head. “Why not?”
Genji sighed.
“Overwatch does not yet know that Hanzo and I have a sister.”
“Ah.” You brought your finger up to wipe away the last tear.
“I am sure however, we can think of something.” Genji said, a smile in his voice.

***

“Y'all have a sister?!” McCree exclaimed.
“Jesse, please. Don’t let the entire dropship hear.” Hanzo said. It was rare he used sarcasm, a trait he had picked up from his western friend.
“Well… What’s she like?”
“A Shimada.”
The conversation was dropped.

***

You and Genji stepped up to the dropship ramp. You took a deep breath. Inside the dropship you were surrounded by unfamiliar faces. You saw Hanzo, and smiled meekly at him. It was as though his face hadn’t changed from the stern look when he blatantly said yoi can’t come back. He stepped forward, creating a space between you and the strangers.

“Everyone. This is our younger sister, (Y/N).” He paused. “She is here because it seems as though our information has been compromised. Talon agents know who she is and our relations, and attempted to find her. Hence, why she is now here under our protection.”

Murmers spread amongst the strangers, your face blushing with the attention.

A man in a hat and a cape came up to you.
“The name’s McCree.” He nodded.
You smiled slightly, and glanced at Hanzo. He raised his eyebrows and slightly nodded his head in approval.
“Hi, er, (Y/N).” You said, introducing yourself.
He tilted his head, a smile pulling at his lips.
“So how come we haven’t heard of you before?”

Oh no. Here we go.

“I- well..”
Hanzo could see you flush slightly and made his way over, a protective hand encasing yours.
“Protection.” Hanzo stated, glancing at you. You agreed. To be fair, Hanzo wasn’t wrong.
“And now that she is here, we will be able to protect you even more.” A gentle smile graced his lips as he full on looked at you.
“Well, darlin’. You’re in capable hands if you’re bein’ protected by Overwatch.”

McCree’s accent made you blush, not to mention the thought of you being actually being safe. Now that you had a terrorist organsiation hunting you down, you needed your brothers more than ever. Luckily, they were here for you.
Or so you hoped..

Anon, I hope this was good enough for you!

Your Name Kallura AU

Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender

Pairing: Kallura

Word Count: 3113

Part One


           “Princess Allura, Princess Allura. Up goes the sun, a new day has begun! It is time to awake, Princess.”

           The first thing that Allura registered was that she was being gently shaken awake by her royal advisor, Coran. She struggled to free herself from sleep’s hazy clutches, but she couldn’t completely shake off the feeling that she was forgetting something.

           “I am awake, Coran,” Allura mumbled, as she rose from bed. She gave her royal advisor a smile. “Thank you for waking me, as always.”

           Coran gave her a funny look.

           “Not always, Princess,” Coran said as he twisted one end of his mustache. “Why, just yesterday you were already up before I entered the room! Gave me quite a scare, you did. Especially when you asked me questions of my identity and our whereabouts. You were a bit aggressive, like an angry Klanmurl mother asking for her kidnapped cubs!”

           “I did what?!” Allura asked in disbelief. That was quite disturbing to hear, especially when she had no recollection of it at all.

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A/N: Loki’s soliloquy.


Loki knew he didn’t have much time with her, he had to see her for himself before Bucky arrived. He changed his form into Bucky doing his best to copy the Soldier’s mannerisms. He enters her room and pauses by the door momentarily when he saw her in the bed, he slowly approached, her face serene and peaceful, she was still in a deep sleep, but now conscious.

He sat on the chair by her bed and held her hand that was cool, he smiled to himself as he  pulled the blanket up to her shoulders, slipping her hands beneath to keep them warm.

He laughed as he spoke aloud.

“Even in the heat of summer you were always cold. I never understood that, but there are so many things about you that I still don’t understand, such as why you came into my life and left. I know you left because I pushed you away, I can admit that I didn’t have enough room in heart to love you and attain the things that I wanted, so I chose power over love. Even though you cannot understand why I did what I did, my love for you never went away and I cannot help to think, if I became the man you and mother always thought I was that you and I would be happily married and your daughter would be alive.

This would not have happened if…I thought you died.” He brushes his thumb against her bottom lip before he kissed her lightly on the lips. “I thought you were dead” he says as his forehead touches hers. “Thinking you were no longer on this earth, I became uncontrollable. You must have sensed something was wrong, you saw me gazing at you, but you never said anything nor asked and what could I have said if you asked? There was a shift in the universe, which usually meant death and I saw its mark upon you, not realizing then that the mark was for your unborn child. Thor saw the mark and he knew what it meant, so he commanded me to leave willingly or by force until it was done.

Do you know what that is like, seeing the one you love being marked for death and not being able to do anything to reverse or stop it? If I interfered or did anything to bring you back it would have caused a butterfly effect that would have been unimaginable, but I did not care, I would have to live with the consequences knowing that your soul was still pure and your heart beats. Thor did the only thing he could do, he locked me in the Asgardian prison I knew all too well, but I found a way to come back to Earth to pay respects to your body that was in rest. My plan was to destroy the gods favorite planet and myself because how dare they take you from me.

Do you know the joy I felt when your Soldier told me you were alive?”He rests his hand atop her stomach. “I am so sorry you lost the baby, this is going to destroy you when you find out and there is nothing I can do to minimize the pain that will ricochet through your entire existence. Please forgive me, Darling.

The door opens.  Bucky gazes at Loki in Bucky form, who leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. They gazed at each other briefly before Loki as Bucky disappeared.


Post Note: This chapter wasn’t an original part of the story, but I do hope it explains further, the love Loki has for the reader. Chapter 12 is queued for Tuesday night. 


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and while I’m on a text post roll: urban fantasy is solidified. it is time to turn our attention to rural fantasy. I don’t mean pristine untouched wildernesses of the imagination, populated by magical flora and fauna and picturesque rustics inhabiting rough but charming huts, picking wild mushrooms and brewing dandelion wine. I mean whatever lives in that old windbreak where the house burned down decades ago but everyone still calls it by the family’s name, the half-feral brownies lurking around the blackened stump of the chimney. I mean the kids who know that you leave a deer carcass at the edge of the cornfield if you’re going partying on full moon nights, so that what sniffs around the edges will leave you alone. I mean the house on the turning before yours where the gravel is half-overgrown, the house you never see anyone enter or leave, the house with the sagging porch and the windows that seem to suck your gaze towards them. I mean the smell that comes from it on hot days. I mean the fairies who go dancing in the scrub of trees around the old slough that’s all but dry, out in the pasture, their lights blinking on just out of the corner of your eye only to vanish as soon as you turn your head. (The neighbours, with the floodlight they call a yard light, think you’re making things up.) I mean the nights the coyotes stop howling all at once and you pull the covers over your head and listen, long and hard, but all you hear is a train whistle somewhere out in the night. I mean thunderheads stalking across the prairie on legs of lightning. I mean the family with odd bright eyes and too-long features, too-long fingers, too-quick movements, with two trailers and a scattering of tumbledown silver-worn sheds on their homestead, who always have more venison than they know what to do with and a reputation for keen eyesight, for seeing and hearing things that no one else can, and incredible skill with a hunting bow. 

modern rural fantasy. tell your friends.

It’s a weird feeling when members of the band that’s the namesake for your fanfiction have repeatedly made it clear they know your story exists. Please drown me in a shallow puddle.

🌎 TELL ME YOUR STORY 🌎

I’m starting a project that’s probably been done before but I want to start my own. I want to be part of something that brings everyone together like this and I’d love for you to be part of it!

All I want you to do is go to my ask box and tell me your story. (scroll to the bottom to see what else you should include)

Of course writing out the entirety of your life might take too long but you don’t have to. Your story can be long or short.

Here are some ideas for people who don’t want to write everything but can’t decide which type of unique experience to pick:

🌼 a time that made you worry

🌼 an experience you had when you were by yourself

🌼 a time when you felt alone

🌼 a time when you felt supported or didn’t

🌼 a hard time you got through

🌼 a hard time you’re still trying to get through

🌼 a secret you’ve been keeping

🌼 why you miss someone and who

🌼 an experience you had that you regret

🌼 an experience you had that you’re proud of

🌼 a confession to love

🌼 something you miss experiencing

There are over 7 billion people in this world and each has lived this day a different way. And each day passed is another part of what eventually amounts to every person’s unique existence. Please help me by telling me yours.

🌼 WHAT TO INCLUDE 🌼

It can be anonymous or not. If you don’t want it to be anonymous write everything out of the following that you are comfortable with: your name (first, last, middle, nickname, anything is fine), your age, what country you live in, and the date. (I won’t be posting the actual ask so even if you’re not on anon, people won’t see your username unless you want me to add it in the post)

note: if you’re telling me about something that happened in the past, I’d also love to know the dates of when things happened if you can remember

I can’t tell you how grateful I would be to hear your story! Thank you so much to all!

PLEASE SHARE WITH YOUR FRIENDS!! I WANT EVERYONE TO BE A PART OF THIS!!‼️ EVEN IF YOU ARE NOT SHARING YOUR STORY!!!

What did I find? Probably hell itself.

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Even if the zombie apocalypse were to occur it would still be the best thing to happen in this disaster of a year. (submitted by @otakugamerartist)

smiley boys (≧◡≦) | more phan doodles here

this is a preview to another phan comic that i wanted to finish tonight but didn’t…despite that tho i’m v happy with this combination of two art styles i do :>

anonymous asked:

Gods, some people are so damn rude! If some of you don't want to wait then save some money and buy the goddamn mangas yourself, scanlation groups do not exist to please your rude demanding ass! God people like that makes me so upset. Guys, you do and amazing job and I am sure that there are other people that think so as well and don't mind having to wait a bit longer to read. We all appreciate what you guys do for us, and will support the group no matter what. So take your time ♥ ♥

You’re one sweet cinnamon roll, thank you.. >///<

And thank you for understanding our current dillema, we do wish every reader was like you, haha.

We still believe in quality over quantity, so yes things will get real slow..

But we’ll do our best, :)


#chili

Picture Perfect (pt. 1)

PT. 1 | PT. 2 | PT. 3 | PT. 4 | PT. 5 | PT. 6 | PT. 7

Reader x Yoongi

Plot: After finding yourself in the same situation day after day, a stranger with a camera happens to change up everything with just a snap of a button and a lot of misunderstandings.

Genre: Drama/Romance

Count: 2,343

(gif to rightful owner)

“Your Existence Gives Me a Headache.”

Even though I’d been strolling around the same side of town for almost five years, the views never ceased to amaze me.

I mean, the area was kind of run-down, and some areas were sketchy if you happened to linger around after dark, but for some reason it had a certain aura that drew me in. Maybe it was the old buildings that looked like I had traveled back in time 50 years, or perhaps I found the crooked park benches with weeds practically growing out of them charming and full of personality. Whatever it was, I liked it.

Not a whole lot of people lived here – I didn’t blame them – since the town itself was really old and outdated, the weather wasn’t outstanding, and the only form of fun was the movie theater which was run by an old couple who barely even knew what an on button was. I didn’t mind the emptiness though, in-fact I enjoyed it a lot. No long lines, not a lot of drama, and it was easy to make friends. Almost everyone in the town knew each other and no one was left out. Which was why when suddenly I heard the snap of a camera coming from an unknown face, autopilot turned off my feet.

At first I was a little shocked. Since the lenses were pointing directly at me, my first thought was that he was some kind of pervert taking pictures of me. I frowned, trying to dismiss the thoughts of a pervert tourist picking me out as the prize of the litter, since the he actual possibility of that happening was slim to none. The pedo-vibe didn’t exactly come off of him and I felt pretty stupid for randomly stopping in the middle of the street right in front of him.

“I wasn’t ready,” I said aloud before striking a dramatic pose, “do it now.” I opened an eye to peek at him, hoping I made a smooth recovery so I wouldn’t look like I was the pervert stopping to look at him. Needless to say, he looked offended and confused. He knitted his eyebrows together as he lowered his camera with a pissy expression plastered to his face.

Butoh his face.

I hadn’t gotten a good look at anything except his fancy ass camera and his hair that came out in blonde tufts around his head, but even in the midst of my embarrassing act I could make out his pale features. His eyes held a soft brown even though they were glaring at me, and his clear complexion enveloped the dollop nose that led down to his lips that were plump even though they were pushed into a straight line ready to scold me.

“As if. I hate to break it to you but you weren’t my focus point sweetheart. So could you help me out and scootch a little to right I could actually take the shot of the fountain behind you.” He scoffed, shaking his hand to the right of me.

My jaw dropped, taken aback from his straight forward tone.

“Actually, if you could maybe scootch a lot that would help, thanks.” He held the camera up to his face once more.

I guess it was my turn to be offended and confused. Why the hell was he being so rude? I mean, at least he WASN’T a horny guy, but seriously. “What a kind way to say excuse me.” I barked, relaxing my posture. I wasn’t going to let some blonde-photographer-wannabe tell me what to do even IF he was attractive.

Sighing, he lowered the camera again, “Miss. Can you PLEASE excuse me? I’m trying to take a picture.” He rolled his eyes, sarcasm practically oozing out of his being. Now he was getting on my nerves.

“Not exactly what I had in mind.” I chaffed, crossing my arms. “Didn’t your mother teach you manners? Or at least how to treat other humans with a little respect?”

“Well of course she did,” he jeered, “but she didn’t exactly prepare me for attention-seeking little girls getting in my way.”

I masked my internal scream filled with rage and disbelief with a gasp. “What the hell? Why are you pulling everything except your head out of your ass?” So much seemed up there I was beginning to wonder if it was physically hurting him yet.

“The only reason it’s there is because I’m trying to shield myself from a bitchy person.” He seethed, clearly annoyed now.

“Wow, can we just pretend for just one minute that you’re not a complete douchebag? I’m a nice person, so if I’m a bitch you need to ask yourself why I would be like that to you.”

He sighed heavily as he ran his hand through his hair before trailing it down his face. “Your existence gives me a headache. Please excuse me and let me take the damn picture so we both can go on our merry ways and never have to see each other again.”


For some reason I ended up wandering pack to the same park everyday for two weeks straight. I guess I wanted to see the dicky photographer again, so I could maybe ask what the fuck his deal was. Or maybe it was because I just happened to wonder what was so special about the fountain that was nearly in ruins.

You could say that our little disagreement got on my nerves, and you could also say that it still was pissing me off. Rarely had people been so ignorant and rude to me, so naturally I wasn’t used to people – random people, as a matter of fact – completely trying to start a fight.

I slammed the front door behind me shut and leaned against it, letting out a breath I didn’t know I was holding onto. It was hot out, and for some reason the air-conditioning at the diner where I worked thought it was okay to stop working out of nowhere. I was lucky I didn’t melt into goo just walking from table to table.

Rubbing my eyes, I yawned and slid into the kitchen to get something the drink. Opening the refrigerator door, I briefly wondered if I could somehow become a snowman so I could never have to experience heat waves again.

Suddenly my ring tone buzzed out from my pocket, jolting me from my strange fantasy. Clearing my throat I mindlessly answered with a monotone “hello”.

“Hey Y/N, it’s Taehyung.” A familiar voice came from the other side and smile crept up my face.

“Hey Tae, what’s up?” We spoke comfortably about what we’d done in the past few days and tried not to over-do the bad pun usage like we normally did. Taehyung and I had been friends since the eighth grade, but there was still a lot about him that I didn’t know. He was loud but quiet with his mind, and even though he joked about popular things no one exactly knew what he actually liked. Hell, even his favorite movie was a mystery to the world.

“So… I was thinking about going to get something to drink later tonight. I’m inviting some of my friends but Hoseok will be there and you can bring whoever you want.” His sly invitation was hard to turn down, especially since I missed him and Hoseok was going to be there too.

“Yeah of course, I need to get out of the house anyways. I think I’ve become one with my bed.” I chuckled. It was true I didn’t go to parties or events much, I usually stayed around my apartment which put me at loner status. Not that I didn’t any friends, but most of the time I was too lazy to actually make any plans with them. “What time?”

“Ah, I was thinking maybe starting to gather everyone around 8 tonight, but it’s still in the air. We’ll be at the usual place so come around 8:30.”

“Cool. See you soon then.” I went to go hang up but his voice stopped me.

“Wait, Y/N?” His voice seemed small. I paused a moment before answering.

“..Yeah Taehyung?” I tried to act normal, since Taehyung never usually spoke in a tone like that, and quite frankly it scared me a little. I couldn’t help but wonder if something was really wrong or if he just wanted to talk a while longer.

“It’ll be good to see you.” He said after a long pause. His voice was much clearer now, less scared. Relief filled my system and I relaxed my shoulders at his response.

“It’ll be good to see you too.” I smiled. For unknown reasons I had a soft spot for the guy, and couldn’t help but feel happy when he said that. "Bye Taehyungie.” I cooed before hanging up.

It was pretty weird that Taehyung had been nervous to say that. He was normally the guy to go head on with any statement and not think about the aftermath until it actually happened. I brushed it off, sitting back into the seat of my kitchen dining chair and looked around at my surroundings. It wasn’t decorated much and it wasn’t the cleanest, but at least it was habitable. I wouldn’t be holed up in here tonight though.


“Y/N you can’t just sit in your house all day.”

“I do it all the time. Never underestimate my ability to idle.” I retorted before sipping on my coke once more. Hoseok sighed at my response before shaking his head in disbelief. “I do have a job you know.”

“Yeah, yeah. But outside of setting down plates all day what else do you actually do?” He chuckled and leaned back into the booth. I loved Hoseok, and even though he was a ray of sunshine he sure knew how to give me a headache.

I rolled my eyes in response, not really wanting to give him a solid answer since, well, I didn’t exactly have one. I was happy that I hadn’t dressed up for the occasion since everyone here was in casual wear and the mood was (thankfully) laid back, so I had saved myself from the pain of high-heels and having to pull my dress down the whole night. A few of Taehyung’s friends had showed up but the only other guy I knew here besides him was Hoseok, leaving me in the awkward hey-I’m-the-other-friend position. Taehyung of course chatted with me when I arrived, but soon moved tables to sit with so-said friends, leaving Hoseok and I alone at an abandoned booth.

“So, anyways, how is your job going?” He asked, trying to open up a conversation again.

I snorted at his attempt. “Well, it’s work. What else did you expect?”

“Geeze,” he threw his hands up in defense, “sorry for touching on a touchy subject. Just wanted to catch up.”

“I know, I know…” I sighed, feeling guilty. “I just haven’t been in the best mood lately.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

I smiled at his sympathy. He always wanted to make sure everyone around him was okay, and as cheesy as it sounded, it made me feel important. “Not really much to talk about. The other day I ran into a complete dick and we had it out in the street though.”

“Wow tiger, you threw some hands? Who’s the lucky guy?” He laughed. I was almost positive that he was trying to imagine me in a fight.

I wish. More like calling each other names before storming off to go yell at a wall for a good thirty minutes.” I leaned into my hands, rubbing my eyes.

“Mature, mature.” He mocked, taking a sip from his glass. Of course it was water, Hoseok never drank. I didn’t exactly know why though. Maybe he had gotten drunk one time before and did something stupid so it was a fear of his, or maybe someone had to be the responsible one and that guy happened to be him. Whatever it was, it nice to know I could talk to someone without having to repeat myself to a slurring mess. “You didn’t know the guy though?”

“No, of course I didn’t. I don’t go outside my house, remember?” I teased, sticking out my tongue.

“Oh shush.” He waved his hand at me. “What did he look like? An old fat guy who got mad because you took the last spot in front of the grocery store? Or maybe a little punk kid who was just trying to impress a girl?”

I laughed at the visions, wishing that they had actually been the case. My eyes drifted to the table where Taehyung his little gang was seated, scanning each one of them. He was laughing at something someone had said and the whole group was having giggle fits because of it, making them sound like a group of teenaged girls who were gossiping about the captain of the football team. Suddenly someone came walking towards the table, but I couldn’t make out who it was since their back was faced towards me. I was about to return to my conversation with Hoseok when the mystery man took a seat next to Taehyung, facing me.

My breath caught in my throat. “It-it’s him.” I choked out in disbelief and fury.

“What?” Hoseok said, obviously confused. “What do you mean? The guy who you met the other day? Where?”

“Over there, by Taehyung. The blonde one.” I pointed towards the table, my mood instantly turning sour. How and why the fuck was he here? How did he even know Taehyung? Sure I didn’t know all of his friends, but I at least recognized them. Hell, I recognized everyone in this damn town, but I sure didn’t recognize him.

Oh. Oh my God.” Hoseok began chuckling hysterically, scaring me in the process. “How did I not fucking know who you where talking about?” He cleared a tear from his eye as he caught his breath.

“Your description totally fits Min Yoongi.”

anonymous asked:

$ and ☎ for SHINSOU, and Midoriya separately please. Thanks I am so happy your blog exists, it gives me life😍😍😗😗

!(◎_◎;) You sweet anons will be the death of me, oh my gosh!! (and shinsou’s is so tame here, sorry!)

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[$ — ACCIDENTAL TEXT]

From: Shinsou
To: [Y/N] .*•.*

Should I get [Y/N] some chocolates for her birthday,? I was thinking that or getting her [favorite food]??

From: Midoriya
To: [Y/N]!! 💙

URARAKA HELPL ME, I DONT KNOW HOW TO ACTr AROUND [Y/N] ANYMORE YOu NEED TO HELP ME TaLK TO HER BETYER ORT SOMTHIN

My energy is not at your disposal. Don’t try to leech off me, I do not exist for your convenience. Please, I am now fatigued, leave me alone.

REQUEST: Imaginary Lover Part 1 [Ardyn/Fem!Reader]

Originally posted by datamarluxia

This was originally going to be a oneshot… but my thirst for Ardyn is too great. As a result, this may be another Ardyn series of mine (I already know how it’s going to end though… >.>…)… but each part might be more smut…

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