are the ones who spoke in this little bit

Deep Ass Starters.
  • Sometimes it's hard to get in depth with your muse and their backstory, because you can't figure out how to bring those things up with others. Here are a couple of starters intended to make things a little more personal!
  • "What's holding you back?"
  • "I'm not comfortable with this conversation."
  • "Will you /ever/ be comfortable with this conversation?"
  • "Let me in sometime!"
  • "It's not that easy, you know."
  • "Help me understand."
  • "It's hard to connect with someone when all they do is push you away."
  • "Why are you always so cold?"
  • "Why are you always so happy?"
  • "Are you really happy now?"
  • "Who hurt you this badly to make you this way?!"
  • "What, did your ex mess you up that badly?!"
  • "Why do you keep fighting it any time you feel?"
  • "It's a problem, I get it."
  • "This is all kinds of messed up."
  • "That's not exactly a good coping method."
  • "So what happened, with your parents, really?"
  • "What was your childhood like?"
  • "Everyone has at lest a little bit of mommy/daddy issues. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
  • "My parents aren't exactly perfect models, either."
  • "You were bullied? What for?"
  • "Was it hard? Coming out, I mean."
  • "You can't just run away all the time."
  • "You can't just hide all the time."
  • "Are you still thinking about them?"
  • "I'm not the enemy here. But this makes me wonder who the real one is for you."
  • "Is the reason you're so cold and defensive because you feel threatened?"
  • "How long has it been since you last spoke to them?"
  • "You never talk about it, why?"
  • "How come you're so different around them?"
  • "It's like you don't have a care or worry in the world."
  • "You seem so perfect. I don't get it."
  • "What was your ex like?"
  • "I don't think I was ever good enough for them."
  • "Are you not comfortable being intimate?"
  • "Why don't you feel comfortable being intimate?"
  • "Letting someone see you that vulnerable, it's a scary thing."
  • "Are you scared of being hurt?"
  • "Have you ever been taken advantage of?"
  • "Why are you afraid of saying I love you?"
  • "I never understood how someone could say those words so easily."
  • "You're hurting others the way you've been hurt in the past, don't you think that's ironic?"
  • "You use people to make yourself feel better."
  • "I'm scared of being used again..."
  • "Losing someone isn't easy, but you're making it harder than it needs to be."
  • "How long has it been since you lost them?"
  • "You're too attached."
  • "I'm not attached, I'm just comfortable with what I'm familiar to."
  • "Maybe the real reason you're so controlling is because, deep down you'd rather have them in your grasp than lose them."
  • "Why did you ever break up?" / "Why did we ever break up?"
No Regrets - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Originally posted by little--batman

Summary: Soulmate!AU - When your soulmate gets hurt you receive a flower tattoo on your body on the same location they were wounded. Imagine (Y/N) having her whole left arm covered in flowers while Buckys whole hand was covered in them.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2.3k

Warning: There really isn’t any, unless you’re afraid of Bucky finding happiness. If you’re afraid of that I feel sorry for you.

A/N: First soulmate au?? Been wanting to do this one long before I started this blog??

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When Bucky grew up he didn’t have flowers on him like the other kids. Nobody ever knew that, of course, he was good looking enough to get whoever he wanted at his hip. That’s one main reason why he got along with Steve, Steve never got any either. They both believed maybe they weren’t destined to have a soulmate, of course there was the option that their soulmates maybe never have been hurt but it was a long shot.

After being woken up from his cryogenic stasis and retrieving most of his memories back he realized his whole right hand was covered in flowers. He never believed he had a soulmate but it registered in his head that his soulmate was from a different time period than what he was from. He soon also figured out that Steve also had the same issue; He had a soulmate but was destined to meet them after he woke up from his frozen state.

As for (Y/N)? She had millions of flowers. Some were randomly placed on her body, Bucky had them as well. But the ones that stood out the most were the full sleeve she had on her left arm. She often hid it but lately she began to flaunt it off. Her soulmate had to have had something messed with their whole left arm, it wouldn’t have been that hard to point out in public too. She always looked out for the left arms of strangers in public, but she never had good luck.

Not only that but (Y/N) constantly looked at the hands of people as well. She knew they would have flowers there. She wasn’t as normal and ordinary as others, she had powers that nobody else had. She hid them, she knew what happened to people after they showed others the gifts they possessed. She was practically a human torch, she could heat up anything she wanted. When she was younger she was practicing and accidentally burned her hands, it was so bad that she couldn’t use them for weeks and had to make up an excuse that she did it while cooking something. Of course everyone believed her because nobody thought of the alternative that she had super powers. She hated the way her hands looked, scars covered them from her wrist to the top of her fingers, she would never go anywhere without hiding them with gloves.

She was cleaning up the counters of her job in the middle of the day when an oddly large group walked in. She sighed to herself knowing she would have to take care of them because the only other person on duty was already at another table. (Y/N) was wearing a classic blue and white waitress outfit and her jacket, it was a chilly day so nobody obliged to her clothing choices. She often wore a jacket anyways, only due to the tattoos crawling up her left arm.

(Y/N) walked up to the table that the group had chose to sit at before preparing herself to take their orders. She flipped open her small notebook before taking the pen out of her pocket, plastering a fake smile on her face.

“Hello, I’m (Y/N). I’ll be your waitress today, if you need anything please run it by me! I can order your drinks if you would like and while I go make them I’ll give you time to choose what you’d like to order.” She gave a toothy smile before looking at everyone, waiting for someone to point out what they’d like to drink.

“I’ll just have a water, please.” The blonde male spoke up first and gave you a smile.

“Me too, I’d like a water.” His darker friend next to him ordered the same thing and thanked her shortly after.

“I’ll have a strawberry milkshake and my pal here would like a coffee, please.” A redhead clapped her hands before patting her older friend on the back, receiving a glare that soon turned into a joking smile.

“And you two?” (Y/N) looked at the two males who haven’t given a drink yet. One was looking at the menu while the other was staring off into his lap.

“I suppose you don’t have alcohol here, do you?” A bearded (and clearly) wealthy man gave her a look before setting the drink menu down.

“No sir. The only drinks we have are on that menu.”

“Then I’ll just have a shake as well. Make it a mint.”

She wrote down the drink before focusing her gaze on the quiet man. His head was down and his conscience clearly wasn’t with the rest of them. His long brown hair overlapped most of his face and a hat was covering his eyes. He wore a baggy black sweatshirt and gloves. If anything, he didn’t want to be there and it was very noticeable.

“He’ll have a water too, thanks.” The same blonde from earlier spoke up on the quiet mans behalf. She nodded with a smile before returning to behind the counter to make the drinks. She was almost done until a bit of the mint milkshake spilt onto the sleeve of her jacket. She cursed quietly to the point where only she could hear herself and removed her jacket, setting it in the back room before looking at her tattooed arm in disgust. She always wanted to flaunt her arm around but never while on the job. She mostly got bad looks from it and it often decreased her chances on a tip. If it meant less money, then she wasn’t a big fan.

She finished the drinks before placing them onto a tray and carrying them to the table with one hand. She set half of it down on the table and half balanced with her knee before she started to hand them out towards everyone. When she was finished she set the tray under her arm and pulled out her notebook once again to write down the orders of the group. She smiled to the few who thanked her for the drinks.

“Have enough time to figure out what you want to eat?” She put on the same fake smile as before. They ordered their food one after one and yet again the quiet man was the one that was last to order. She looked up at him only to realize his eyes were strongly fixated onto her arm. Her confidence completely dropped knowing the meaning behind his stare, every time a customer laid eyes onto her arm she felt insecure, she felt as if she should apologize like it was her fault, and so she did.

“I am so very sorry, sir. I’ll go put on my jacket.” She was about to quickly go throw on her stained jacket before he spoke up in a deep, raspy voice. It was the first words he had spoken since he entered the building.

Why do you wear gloves?” She stopped in her tracks and stared at his with wide eyes. By this point the rest of the group had realized why he was so interested in her arm and hands. They all shared the same look, they all wondered if this was Buckys soulmate.

“To hide what’s underneath.” Her eyebrows were furrowed at the mysterious man. She had to admit, she had no idea what his deal was. First he stares at her arm and then asks what she is hiding underneath the leather on her hands. Of course, she was oblivious to what was happening but perhaps it’s because she didn’t know what was under his left arms sleeve.

Buckys right arm pulled down the zipper of his jacket before tearing it off. At the same time he ripped off the gloves from his hands and stared at the flowers inked perfectly around his palms. (Y/N)’s eyes widen as she looked at the cybernetic limb connected to his body. His whole left arm was missing, and her whole left arm was covered. Bucky raised his human hand and showed her the printings on it, his eyebrow raised as he focused his gaze on her covered hands.

Overcoming her ego, she set the tray and notebook down on a nearby table before unbuckling the bucks on her gloves and sliding them off. Her hands were burnt beyond any recognition, if it weren’t for the obvious figure by her fingers and palms, you wouldn’t be able to tell it was actual human flesh. Bucky soon stood up and walked towards (Y/N).

“Come with me.” He whispered into her ear with a stern voice. She quickly caught on before grabbing her notebook and handing it to her co-worker. Her co-worker nodded in agreement, by the look on (Y/N)’s face she knew she needed a moment. She quickly thanked her before running out the front doors to meet up with the stranger who just so happened to possibly be her soulmate. When she walked out he had his hat in one hand balanced on his hip and his other was running through his hair. They stood there silently for a minute before he looked her in the eye and spoke up.

“I have a line of flowers on my lower back.” His hand went to the neck of his shirt before lifting up a bit to show the tattoo on his back. (Y/N)’s hand came to cover her mouth. It was the same scar she received when she was little, it reach from the lower part of her back to the middle. If she wasn’t wearing a dress she would have showed him then and there to prove to him.

You’re my soulmate.” She spoke through her hand. He hands dropped to his sides as he stared at face. He stared at every detail noticeable by the human eye before looking at her burnt hands covering her lips. He saw the way her nose perked out, the way her (Y/E/C) eyes stared at his. Her eyes were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, he could stare at them for hours. He stared at her luscious (Y/H/C) hair and the way it was perfectly laying above her shoulders.

“God, you’re beautiful.” His hand hesitantly came up and caressed hers, overlapping her cheek. Within a second her hands snaked around the boys neck and pulled his body into a tight hug. His body tensed up from the contact but soon after he relaxed and put his around her waist. She set her head in the crook of his neck and smelt his amazing aroma. After a moment of standing there (Y/N) opened her eyes and saw his friends staring out the side window at them. She let out a small giggle before pointing into their direction.

When Bucky turned around he let out a big scoff before giving them the finger, his lips turned into a smile once he heard the beautiful, moment-stopping laugh escaping her lips. He grabbed her hand before giving it a kiss and staring at the scars left on her.

“You shouldn’t hide your hands, you know.”

“And you shouldn’t hide your arm.”

Bucky had stayed with (Y/N), sitting at the bar stool where she normally would be behind the stand. His friends soon left after eating and patted him on his back, knowing he was going to stay for a while. They talked all night like normal people having a normal conversation. He learned about her past and she learned about his.

“So why exactly did you feel the need to put your jacket on earlier when I was looking at your arm? And why do you wear the gloves? I mean I understand the looks you would get from people, I get them too when people see my arm but… I’m just asking why you care of what others think.”

She set the last dirty dish into the washer before turning it on and facing him. “It doesn’t give you the best reputation.” She removed the rubber gloves from her hands and placed them into the trash before lifting her hands and studying every crease and imperfection.

“I hate being known as the girl with the burnt hands. I hate receiving stares and sympathy looks. I hate walking down the street and hearing someone whisper ‘that really must have hurt’. People who want their food suspect that a well professional, that isn’t covered in ink and scars will serve them, hiding them not only satisfies their needs but it gets me more money. It’s just how business works.”

His hands reach for hers and brought them up to his lips. He kissed the top of her hand over and over and looked into her eyes.

“Don’t ever feel like you need to hide anything from me. You’re my soulmate and I wouldn’t want you any other way. Besides, your arm is my fault anyways. If I hadn’t lost my arm then-” (Y/N) smiled at him before cutting him off.

“Don’t. I wouldn’t want you any other way.” His teeth shined through and she mimicked his smile. They had been there hour after hour talking about anything and everything. It was the first time Bucky had truly opened up to someone and he didn’t regret it at all. He loved the way she would smile and laugh at any joke he said, whether it was funny or not. He loved the way she would give him a concerned and loving look after he shared a hurtful memory from his past. He loved the way she would listen to every word he would say, thoughtfully while simultaneously thinking of the perfect thing to say back. He wasn’t even suppose to originally come to this restaurant at first but Steve insisted, and he didn’t regret giving into his best friends wishes. He didn’t regret anything he did in his life because it all led up to this moment, the moment where he met the love of his life.

He wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. He didn’t regret a thing.

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His || Jungkook || 0.13

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

Teaser | 0.1 | 0.2 | 0.3 | 0.4 | 0.5 | 0.6 | 0.7 | 0.8 | 0.9 | 0.10 | 0.11 | 0.12 | 0.13

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Pretend

Link to Masterlist

Chanyeol scenario | Royalty AU | Arranged Marriage AU | Slight Angst 

Summary: You’re unsure but hopeful about your arranged marriage to the handsome Prince Chanyeol of the neighboring kingdom. But you’re in for an unpleasant surprise when you find out he’s in love with someone else, and completely despises the idea of being married to you. 

Word Count : About 5,500 (i don’t know how this got so long)


A/N: I was originally considering making this a series because it’s so long, but I think it works as a super-long oneshot? I do hope you enjoy this, it’s probably the most ambitious thing I’ve attempted to write :) 


“Are you ready, your Highness?”

“I will be in just a minute!” you said, as your lady-in-waiting, Lily, gently placed the delicate tiara on your carefully styled up hair. You took a deep breath and stared at your reflection in the mirror.

“You look absolutely radiant, Princess,” she said, smiling. “I’m sure Prince Chanyeol will be swept off his feet with one look at you.”

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My friend’s friend lives and works in Japan in a company owned and ran by yakuza and you don’t believe all the things you hear, in a positive sense! 

They have one worker who keeps spilling all yakuza business details like “oops, ah, never mind, you deserve to know!” He has learnt a little bit of foreign languages so that he can spoke nonsense in those languages, whether anyone understands or not. 

One worker is a gentleman who has written a note in a women’s toilet stating “If any man is harassing you here, tell me and I deal with it”. 

The closest superior tells all the women working there, that “If you are harassed anywhere in this city, tell the man you are working here, and he will leave you alone” - meaning you get automatically some sort of yakuza protection haha. 

Everyone is very relaxed and fun there.

I wonder how their syndicate is actually doing with such a merry mafia members.

The Brothel (Pt. 1)

Jungkook x Reader

“He is beautiful beyond the dreams of pornography.”

Warnings: Very explicit sexual content.
A/N: None of these pictures are mine, credits to the owners. Not proofread. Enjoy! **the keep reading doesn’t show up in mobile, so you can go to my description and find the story there

Part 1


You remember the first time you saw him in front of you.

You got out of your apartment and into the hallway when you saw his tall figure stumbling down the corridor. His jaw was was clenched and he was breathing through his nose – every exhale echoing through the old, decaying corridor of your building.

He finally lost balance and stumbled into a wall, coming to a stop, and pressing his back flush against the torn wallpaper of the corridor. He started sliding down the wall, his legs slowly giving out.

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matchmaker - fionn whitehead

requested(?): yes!

“Hey love! I’ve got a request here for a Fionn imagine where the reader is a dear friend of Harry’s and he kinda plays matchmaker by setting Fionn and her up on a ‘blind date’. They’re both apprehensive to agree to the plan, but Harry eventually persuades them and things go a lot smoother than expected. Thank you in advance! xo”

word count: 1079

Harry notices similar qualities between his two mates, and so he takes it upon himself to bring the two together.


You had been friends with Harry for over a year now, as you met through mutual friends at a party. Harry and you immediately bonded over the stupidity of your drunk friends, as Harry knew how to handle his drinks and you were the designated driver. Although you did hit it off, it was more of a brotherly relationship rather than romantic, as he loved treating you like a child throughout the party, since you were only 19 at the time. By the end of the night, you had heard the nickname ‘youngling’ way too many times, but you couldn’t help but smile at him as he was such a charming man. An exchange of numbers led to a friendship that consisted of countless karaoke sessions, and multiple late nights sipping coffee in rustic cafes, talking away for hours.

Harry had just started the press tour for Dunkirk, when he realized one of the reasons him and Fionn got on so well. Aside from Fionn being a humble and talented actor, he reminded Harry a lot of you. From the way you both were a bit more reserved, which made it easy for both of you to give Harry your undivided attention whenever he spoke, how you two were some of the most well spoken people he knew, and not to mention the way you were both sarcastic little shits who couldn’t help but constantly take the piss out of Harry. When him and Fionn were waiting for their next interview, Harry got a text from you. 

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A wise decision

Synopsis: A lot has changed on Earth since King Loki’s reign fell upon its people. Humans lost their beloved ones to the war, they lost their homes to chaos and now, they are forced to plunder and cheat to keep themselves alive. Being among those hopeless citizens of New York, you fight for your food and survival every day anew. That is until one day, you act too unwary and get caught, wrangling you an audience with the God of Mischief himself, who then comes up with a rather… unique punishment for your iniquity.

Pairing: Loki x Reader
Rating: M
Chapter: 1/1 (OneShot)
Words: 4731
Warnings:
smut, theft, blackmailing, submission, prostitution… kind of

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City lights.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: All these years together, and you had to fall in love before he goes.

Warnings: Angst

Words: 5022

A/N: Real life is taking away the best of me. So I needed to write, even though my brain doesn’t let me. Have fun with this little story. I also recommend you guys to listen to this before or while reading it for a major effect.

A special thanks to Jade (@brighterlights ) for being my beta reader, who has spent a valuable amount of time helping me with my grammar mistakes and poor phrasing. Thank you so much for being this awesome and kind, I appreciate you tons.♥ 


Originally posted by heartsnmagic

It was one of those unusual nights where cold beers end up losing their freshness after being left on the coffee table for way too long. Those nights that remain unnoticed on the electricity bill at the end of the month. Those nights when the alarm sounds, you’re already awake. Yes, they were exceptional nights. But so typical when he was involved in them.

His presence in your life was sporadic, but his memory was splattered all around you. You had pictures, stolen hoodies, his old dog tags, and diaries saved in a tiny box hidden under your bed. He even said once that your place was the best for him to hide his heart because nobody would search for it outside the battlefield.

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Inspire Me || Kim Namjoon

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon

Word Count: 1.5k 

Genre: Fluff


It was late at night and you were still at the studio. You weren’t quite sure why you were here, maybe because it was quiet compared to your dorm. BigHit had just signed a new girl group, and you were lucky enough to finally debut with them.

Ever since BigHit had told you and your group the news, they had been incredibly excited about it. There wasn’t a moment anymore where you were able to get peace and quiet. So you had come to the recording studio at the BigHit building to sneak away.

There was a book you had been reading recently and you wanted to finish it as soon as possible. It was really good and you found it interesting, along with the messages and values that came out of the story, so you wanted to be able to read without being interrupted.

It was quiet, quieter than you had heard in weeks and it was comforting. The silence was always something you cherished because it meant that you were alone, and sometimes being alone was easier than constantly being surrounded by people.

As much as you loved your members, you needed time alone to think over things, or do things by yourself. Not everything could be down with them, and when you escaped like this they understood that. They would leave you alone until it got late enough and then one of them would call you and let you know it was time to come home.

You were annoyed when you heard the door to the studio open and you were about to snap at your members when you looked up and realized it was someone you had never met before. Of course you knew who he was though, he was Kim Namjoon from BTS, one of the other bands signed by BigHit.

The two of you locked eyes and you were both quiet for a little bit before you spoke up.

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Snake skin

•I have a feeling I’m going to be obsessed with this multi chapter, if you guys like it let me know and I’ll for sure continue it!•

24, he was 24 today. It wasn’t much of a calendar year but hey, atleast he wasn’t ten feet underground. It was something.

Jughead Jones buried himself deeper into the grungy, beat down booth at The Snake Pen Bar. Gripping the worn out paper back in his fists, he let himself get lost in his own thoughts.

This is not where he thought he would be at 24, he had had dreams, ambitions, he had been so determined to make it out of Riverdale that he ended up smack dab in the middle of the very same town. It wasn’t that he didn’t love his hometown, Riverdale was everything to him, more or less the fact that he was sitting in a gang members bar wearing his fathers old leather jacket and currently sporting the scruff of a man who hadn’t shaved in weeks.

He had turned into his father.

Jughead was one of the most prominent members of the Southside Serpents, he had risen with the ranks and was now one of the top gang leaders, it was an accomplishment that held very little weight. He was supposed to be an author writing novels, writing scripts, but instead he was facilitating drug deals and running his fathers abandoned mechanics shop. The last part wasn’t so bad, he enjoyed fixing up cars and bikes. The thought struck something deep in his chest and he shuddered.

The girl who had taught him everything he knew, hot summer nights knee deep in some run down Toyota, long blonde ponytails brushing his shoulders as she stood behind him, her tiny hand covering the wrench in his. Jughead shut his eyes tighter, banishing the painful thoughts.

Suddenly he was pulled from his personal bubble by the arrival of five older man, the Original Serpents. Throwing his novel on the metal table, Jughead stood up to join the clearly agitated men.

“What’s the matter?” He asked evenly, it was best to not get these men angry, as much as they respected their own, they were still dangerous.

Viper stood behind the bar, drawing the attention of the few Serpents who were scattered amongst the place, they came forward and leaned closer, listening intently to whatever the boss had to say.

The bulky old man took a deep breath

“As many of you know, one of our own was locked away today, he and his wife will be serving fifteen to twenty in max. The reason they’re there is because…” he looked down angrily “they’ve been mistreatin’ their boy for a long time now. Hurt him real bad. Right under our noses.”

There was murmuring and cursing heard throughout the entire bar, Jughead fists clenched angrily. Noah Reyes was the sweetest little boy in the world, he was usually found playing under a bar table or wandering the streets with his stuffed teddy bear. He should’ve known, he should’ve seen how neglectful the Reyes were, but he was selfish and too concerned with his own issues.

“Anyway” viper continued “ we went down to social services today to see if we could take the boy, figured we’ve gotta be able to foster him, but no. Of course not.”

Jughead swallowed thickly, his foster family had been great, they took care of him but he had never been able to get over his abandonment issues, he prayed Noah wouldn’t be in the same boat.

“The kid was already taken in, it usually doesn’t work that fast. So I questioned it, who the hell would take in some Southside toddler without being briefed?” Everyone nodded in agreement, it was odd.

“Well turns out its some north sider, someone from that side of riverdale took him in no questions asked, that’s a little suspicious to me. I figure it’s time we pay her a visit, make sure she’s taking care of our little snake.”

Jughead stomach clenched, who had stuck around? No one he knew would just take someone into their home, no one from that side no…

“What was the name?” He asked abruptly, taking everyone back, Jughead rarely ever spoke in meetings.

Viper looked at him curiously
“What?” He asked

“What was the name? Of the person who took the boy in?” He bit out.

Viper shrugged his shoulders

“Elizabeth Cooper.”

Barbados Bonding (REQUEST)

“Jaxon!” I squealed, pushing my now wet hair out of my face. He laughed immensely as he watched his prank play out, but soon stopped as he saw me get to my feet, “I’m gonna get you!”

Chasing him down the beach, he screamed and hid behind the shield that was his big brother. “Let me at him, Justin,” I said, leaning around him to try and grab him. “What did you do, Jaxo?”

“P-poured sea water in her hair,” He giggled, making Justin laugh too. To his little brother’s surprise, he stepped aside and Jaxon gasped, giving me the opportunity to pick him up. We fell onto the sand, courtesy of Justin sticking his foot out and I proceeded to tickle him.

“(Y/N), ahhh! S-stop it!” He giggled, trying to push my hands away, “I’m not gonna stop till you apologiseeeeee,” I sung, never letting up.

“Never!”

Soon, I heard the giggles of other presence’s. I turned and saw Justin’s sister, Jazmyn and step-sister, Allie watching close by as their brother was being attacked by the tickle monster. “Don’t just stand there, come help!”

They ran over and joined in, “Us girls have gotta stick together,” I said, and they nodded in agreement, pinning Jaxon’s arms up so that I could reach his armpits.

“Alright, alr-right… s-orry!!!”

Letting him go, he stood up and shook himself off, out of breath. Allie and Jazmyn were in a fit of giggles and I smiled at them, they were adorable. Looking up, I saw Justin sat with his father, smiling at the scene before them.

I was honoured that Jeremy had invited me to spend a vacation in Barbados with the Bieber’s (OG and to-be), it made me feel like part of the family. I loved the kids, a lot. They were adorable and so full of energy.

justin’s pov

“She’s so good with the kids,”

I smiled at my dad’s observation and watched as they used her as a human jungle gym, Jaxon on her back and Allie and Jazmyn on either leg. They were all laughing and it couldn’t help but bring a grin to my face.

(Y/N) was special. Especially with children, it was like she became one but still retained a motherly instinct. She taught Allie how to build the “perfect” sandcastle, Jazzy to plait hair so that she could achieve “mermaid waves” and Jaxon to be more confident in the water. I admired her.

“I’m so glad she came,” I added, “This trip wouldn’t have been the same without her.”

Seeing her with my siblings made me even more confident that she was the woman I wanted to settle down with, she was perfect in every way. Not only my siblings, but my Dad and stepmom, too. The way she spoke with them were as if she’d been friends with them for decades. (Y/N) was such a heartwarming person, and everyone could see that.

“Justin, look what (Y/N) found!”

Jazzy ran up to me with a starfish in her grasp, “Woah… where did you find that?”

“By the water! She says we have to put it back though, because it can’t survive on the beach.”

“Which is sad, because it’s so pretty here,” Allie added.

I glanced up and saw (Y/N) waiting by the water’s edge for them, feet splashing in the water. She was a masterpiece, I got so lucky with her.

“Earth to Justin!”

I blinked repeatedly and I heard my dad laugh beside me as Jazzy waved her hand ferociously in front of my face, “I said are you coming to watch?”

“Sure, let’s go.”

I walked with them to the shoreline and smiled at (Y/N), wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her in for a kiss, “Hey beautiful.”

“Ewwww!” All three of them grimaced, making (Y/N) giggle. “One day, when you’re a little bit older, you guys will find someone who makes you really happy and kissing will be the last thing that you’ll find gross,” She spoke, making me smile.

“Now come on, we have a starfish to save.” She changed the subject before there was any protest.

Walking into the sea, we all watched as (Y/N) took the starfish from Jazzy and swam out a little way so that nobody would tread on it. We waved and she waved back before ducking under the water.

“We really like (Y/N),” Allie said and Jazzy nodded in agreement, “I like her the most! She taught me how to swim on my back.” Jaxon added.

“I’m happy that you guys like her,” I said, pulling them all close to me as we watched her swim back, “Because she’s gonna be around for a while.”

A Bit of an Announcement / The Lester Family

Genre: flufff/realism

Warnings: nothing I can think of!  (a bit of anxiety i suppose)

Word Count: 1900

“Why are you so worried? They love you, you know that!”

“Says the person who has cleaned more in the past hour than in the entire rest of his life collectively.”

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Bedtime story for sleepy regressors

Different Doesnt Mean Bad:

Once upon a time a duck named Duckerman was waddling to his pond. Another duck bumped into him and quacked softly. “Sorry, sir!” He quickly apologized.

Duckerman shook his head. “No worries!” He quacked, “Im going to the pond.”

“I am as well. Im Dacklyn.” Duckerman shook his wing. “Im Duckerman. Go together?” Dacklyn quacked happily and nodded.

Duckerman and Dacklyn waddled together over to the pond. The boys saw many other ducks and swans and geese having baths in the pond.

Dacklyn shaked his rear excitedly. “So many friends!” He waddled quickly to the pond, Duckerman laughing and following.

Duckerman noticed a small swan crying in the distance. “Are you okay?” He asked the swan. The swan sniffled and shook their head. “No sir, the other swans dont like me.”

The swan started crying once again. “Oh, dont cry! Of course they like you. Why do you think that?” Duckerman put his wing around them. “They- They say im ugly and weird!” The swan cried harder. “Whys that?” Duckerman was concerned.

“They ask me if im a boy or a girl…but im neither! They say thats weird..” The swan frowned. “Whats your name? Im Duckerman.” Duckerman smiled. “Star.” The small swan sniffed. “Thats a nice name. Why dont we go to the other swans together? I can help.”

Star nodded and followed Duckerman. “Excuse me.” Duckerman cleared his throat and straightened his feathers to the group of swans in the pond.

Duckerman sat down and so did Star. “Come and sit.” All the small swans sat around the two birds, curious to hear what they had to say.

Duckerman thought for a moment before speaking. “Star, here, is a little different than what youre probably used to, right? Youre used to boy and girl swans.” All the small swans nodded.

He continued slowly. “Sometimes, birds arent boys or girls. Or maybe theyre both! Boy, girl, neither, both, a little bit boy and a little girl, etc etc. The only thing thats different about Star here, is that they use they/them pronouns.”

“Theyre the same as you. Theyre a small swan who just wants friends. Star feels very very upset because you make fun of them and thags not nice. What if someone picked on you for being a boy?” The small swans frowned and looked at their wings.

One of the swans spoke up. “Star, im sorry. I just dont understand. Its different and i didnt know what it..really was. I can try to understand, though! Im sammi and im a boy!” Sammi smiled. Another swan smiled and flapped their wings. “Im sara and Im a girl! But youre just Star and i think thats cool.”

Star smiled wide and proud. Duckerman stood up and let the swans play ad he waddled off to find Dacklyn. “I heard what you did over there. You know…I used to be a girl.” He smiled. Duckerman never felt happier in his life.

anonymous asked:

3 sentence fic. Kakasaku + alive sakumo's opinion on sakura and rokudaime kakashi

NOOOOOOO SCREW YOUR THREE SENTENCES YOU GET A WHOLE FIC (How dare you make me write out something I’ve always wanted to write)
(It’s also on AO3)

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Being brought back to life was the strangest experience Sakumo had ever known. As he understood it, the walls between reality and the Pure Lands had been weakened, small holes opening at random due to the upheaval the world was still suffering in the aftermath of the Fourth Shinobi War.

The Fourth Shinobi War. Sakumo shook his head. It still boggled his mind, the very idea of it. He had been gone so long, missed so much. So very many things had changed and it was hard to wrap his head around.

He would have plenty of time for that, though. He had only been alive again for a couple of days. He had walked out of the Pure Lands in to Sunagakure, strangely enough, immediately bracing for a fight and incredibly confused to be greeted calmly and politely by man who looked just a little too young to already be Kazekage.

He had been given very basic information on the current state of affairs and granted the freedom to travel home under his own free will. He had asked only one question: “Is my son alive? Hatake Kakashi, does he live?” 

The young man, Gaara, had assured him that Kakashi was alive and well and Sakumo had asked that no other information be given. He wanted to hear about his son from his son. Now he was here, entering Konoha for the first time after more than two decades of being dead, and it was like walking in to a whole new world. Everything about the village was different, like it had been leveled and built again from the ground up. He asked for directions from the two gate guards, who looked at him as if they were trying to place him in their memories. He smiled and hurried away before they could do so. 

He had been told to head straight for the Hokage tower if he was looking for “Hatake-sama” and the respect in their voice had made his chest swell with pride. Whatever his son was doing with his time, he had obviously done well for himself in life. 

He had just come around the corner and locked eyes on the tower when a voice called out, drawing his attention. 

“Sakumo!” 

He looked back and forth, eyebrows raised, surprised that he had been recognized already. He was even more surprised that whoever was calling him sounded so delighted to see him. He hadn’t exactly left on good terms. 

“There’s my big boy!”

The voice spoke again and this time he pinpointed it, zeroing in on a sight that he would never forget. 

Kakashi was magnificent in his adulthood, taller than his father with his mother’s lean body. The new vest design fit him like a glove and the headband on his forehead pushed his hair back far enough to reveal an old scar cutting through one eye. His face was covered with a familiar mask but it didn’t hide the smile in his eyes as he knelt down and held out his arms for a tiny little boy who couldn’t be more than three to run towards him on sturdy legs. 

Kakashi swept the child up with a happy laugh, nuzzling in to wispy pink hair while tiny giggles erupted and a small voice chirped, “Daddy! Daddy!” 

Hatake Sakumo looked on in awe, with tears gathering in his eyes, as his son looked down at the child in his arms and bounced them a bit while he spoke. 

“Maa, have you been good for mommy today, Sakumo?”

“Be good! Mommy maked cake!” Tiny hands waved enthusiastically. “I like cake!” 

“Hmm, I know.” Kakashi’s eyes were shining with languid happiness and his entire frame was relaxed, like he hadn’t a care in the world. 

A woman detached herself from the crowd then and walked up to the pair, placing a hand on Kakashi’s arm and a kiss on his cheek. Her hair was the same pink shade as the child’s and she looked quite a few years younger than the man she was kissing. Kakashi shifted his little boy to one arm and wound the other around the pink-haired woman’s waist. 

“I hear you made cake today,” he said.

“Oooooooh this little rascal!” The woman poked the little boy in the belly, earning a giggle. “It was supposed to be a surprise! Coffee cake! The only kind you’ll eat, you picky man.” Kakashi hummed and pecked her on the lips. 

“Hm, you must really love me,” he teased. 

The woman rolled her eyes, still smiling. “I really must.” 

Sakumo could have stood there and watched all day were it not for the hand that landed on his shoulder, turning him to face the brunet man whom he had asked directions from at the gate. 

“I see you found him,” the man said. Then he lifted an arm and called out, “Hokage-sama! This man would like to speak to you!” 

Sakumo’s mind reeled again as Kakashi looked up at the call. Hokage-sama??

Then Kakashi met his eyes and froze in place. For a long moment neither of them moved, both too stunned to react to seeing each other. The pink haired woman whispered Kakashi’s name and suddenly she had been handed a young boy as Kakashi bounded across the square, screeching to a halt in front of Sakumo. 

“Tōsan!?” Kakashi breathed incredulously. Sakumo gave him a watery smile. 

“Surprise,” he choked out. “Oh Kakashi. My son.” 

They seemed to fall in to each other at the same moment, each hold the other almost tight enough to hurt. He could hear a faint, tight voice whispering “Tōsan” in to his ear again and again as Kakashi clung to him. 

It took a long time for them to pull away, both of them laughing and smiling and crying, still gripping each other as if one of them might disappear in the wind if the other let go. 

“My boy, my Kakashi, you’ve grown up so well,” Sakumo said to him. “Just look at you! And did I hear…did I hear that man call you the Hokage!?” 

“Ah, yes. I tried to tell them I’m the wrong man for the job but they sort of insisted.” Kakashi tilted his head and gave that peculiar eye smile of his that he had developed when he first started wearing his mask. Sakumo swallowed thickly. 

“I am so proud of you,” he said.

Kakashi blinked at him, startled, and drew a slow, quivering breath. He nodded his head slowly, his eyes wet but stubbornly not letting any tears fall. 

He turned his head to the soft call of his name. The pink haired woman was standing there, child in her arms and concern on her face. Kakashi’s wobbly smile straightened as she came in to his view and he pulled her closer.

“Tōsan, I would like you to meet my wife, Sakura.” 

The woman, Sakura, looked at Sakumo like she knew exactly what this moment meant to them both. Her eyes were instantly filled with tears to match both men as she greeted him in a soft, low voice. Then Kakashi took the child from her and balanced the little boy on his hip. 

“And this is…this is my son. Sakumo, peanut, I’d like you to meet your Ojiisan. He has the same name as you, isn’t that funny?” 

The little boy giggled, looking right up at Sakumo with silver eyes that perfectly matched his father’s. “Is your name Sakumo? My name is Sakumo! I maked cake!” Sakumo found it very hard to breathe.

“Hello little one,” he whispered. “Yes, my name is Sakumo too. Would I be allowed to have some of your cake?”

The boy deliberated very seriously for a moment before nodding and declaring cake for everybody. Kakashi laughed and it was without compare the most beautiful sight that Sakumo had ever seen: his own son, grown and happy with a child of his own. He wasn’t broken. Sakumo’s actions and decisions hadn’t broken him. This moment was everything he had ever wanted. 

Kakashi led the way towards their small home, agreeing that everyone would have cake while they talked - and there would be a lot to talk about. He and Sakumo could not seem to stop checking that the other was truly there, that this was real. 

As they all stepped inside the Hatake household, Sakumo turned to Sakura and caught her hands in his own, bowing deeply over them to her obvious surprise. 

“Thank you,” he said. “Thank you, thank you. He is happy. You’ve made him so happy. Thank you.” 

Parenting is Never Easy

Word Count: 3.1k
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Description: When Taehyung had to deal with his 4-year-old son.


There was a loud sound of a chair scraping against the floor coming from across the room. You stood up from where you were sitting and looked to the source of the noise. There was another sound of something being dragged, a bit louder and longer.

You dragged your feet to move towards your kitchen and you could hear the noise getting louder. You took a peek to your kitchen and you saw a small boy trying to climb up on your dining chair that was now placed against your refrigerator.

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epitome of love - cth imagine

a/n: so, I did it! I had this thought in my mind for a while, and I decided to turn it into an imagine 💕
summary: some major fluff about a lazy night in with Calum the king Hood.
shipping: boyfriend!cal//girlfriend!Y/N

There was no way one could tell which body was which. Getting together meant forming a knot so strongly tied it couldn’t be untangled or torn apart, and if you look in the distance, you could hardly say they were two. Maybe because they weren’t. Under the blankets of a cozy fall night they were only one. And oh, let me tell you it felt good. It felt good to lay your head on your beloved boyfriend’s chest, and listen to his heart the same way a musician closely heard an orchestra; to take in his familiar musky scent like you needed it, as if it was the oxygen your lungs relied on.

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Unwanted (Dick Grayson X Reader)

Request: Can you do a Dick Grayson x reader with a soul mate AU where you have your left eye the eye color of your soul mate and your right eye your own eye color

Prompt: Heterochromia - you have one eye of your soulmates eye colour and when you meet you get your own eye colour instead of having two different eye colours. (+ when your eye colour changes it burns like hell so you know it’s changing)

A/N: I added a little bit more to the prompt for convenience sake HAHA. Hope y'all don’t mind

‘This night cannot get any worse,’ you thought wrongly as you found yourself pinned against a brick wall by a homeless man. You could feel your heart pounding rapidly as your attacker pressed a rusty blade against your neck; not hard enough to make you bleed but enough to keep you from moving.

“Lady, just give me your crap!” He yelled at you, his eyes were those of a lunatic.

“I don’t have anything on me!” You responded truthfully, your voice quivered slightly though you tried to maintain your cool. The man growled at you and you shrunk further back into the wall. 'Oh God this is how I die’, you thought before wincing as he pushed the blade harder against your neck.

Before the man could threaten you any more, you felt a blinding pain in your left eye; the agony sharpened as a figure leapt out from the shadows and attacked your assailant. The torture you felt in your eye made your knees buckle before you fell to the ground, tears pouring down your face.

Soon, you could hear the scuffle between your saviour and your attacker end. You stayed kneeling on the ground, even as the pain in your eye faded away, afraid to meet the person who saved you; your soulmate.

Light footsteps approached you as you stayed still, watching as a tear dropped from your face and onto the ground beneath your feet. The shadowed figure of your soulmate stood before you, silently making their presence known.

Shakily, you looked up, finding yourself face-to-face with Gotham’s very own Nightwing. Behind the man’s domino mask, you could tell he was staring intensely into your eyes. You felt an intimidating aura emitted off of him as he stared you down.

“Go.” He said simply, gesturing towards a random direction, away from here.

“But-” you protested, your heart felt heavy. Your knees started to feel numb from your prolonged kneeling but you couldn’t care about anything other than the utter rejection you felt at the moment.

As a little girl you’d dreamed of meeting your soulmate; you’d spent nights fantasising about your one true love. You were always nervous and afraid, just a little bit, of the fateful moment but you knew that no matter what, they’d love and accept you because they were your soulmate.

But now as you knelt helplessly at the feet of the man who was supposed to love you, you felt crushed. The masked vigilante didn’t even seem to care at all about you; weren’t you his soulmate?

“Didn’t you…” you spoke, voice shaking from your overwhelming nerves, “feel your eye… change?”

He stared at you for a second, his jaw firmly clenched. “I did.”

You felt a small sense of hope well up in your chest as you unsteadily stood up; leaning against the brick wall you were pinned against just moments ago for support. “Aren’t we soulmates?”

“I don’t need a soulmate.”

You never knew how badly words could hurt you until that very moment. You felt fresh tears escape your eyes once more as you looked away from him; wanting to erase him from your memory as soon as possible. After all, you were unwanted by your stranger of a soulmate.

The Wayne family was honestly very surprised when the eldest son returned home with matching eyes but a distressed face.

Alfred was the first to notice.

“Young Master Dick,” he said as he handed Dick a cup of water, “have you met your soulmate tonight?”

“Yes,” he took a sip, eyes pinned to the ground, “I did.”

“But you seem rather… unhappy. May I ask why?” The butler inquired, extremely worried as to why he looked so utterly crushed. Shouldn’t he be happy? He’d found the person he was destined to be with for the rest of his life.

“I told her I didn’t need her,” the man admitted, shame dripped from his voice as he spoke.

“Why on Earth would you do that?” Alfred exclaimed, unintentionally raising his voice. He placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, urging Dick to look up at him.

Under the inquisitive glare of his grandfather-figure, the gymnast knew he had to come clean. “I can’t drag her into this life, Alfred,” he said sadly, his now matching eyes brimmed with unshed tears, “you know I can’t.”

“I believe that’s for her to decide, Young Master Dick.”

He knew the old man was right but oh god, how could he face you again after what he’d done?

Thinking back, he remembered feeling a sense of excitement when he felt his left eye burn without warning. He knew what it meant; he’d been waiting for this sensation for years. However, as he plummeted the asshole who dared lay his hand on you, Dick knew he was pulling you into a difficult life. He knew the moment he accepted you as his soulmate, your chances of living happily were diminished almost instantly.

That night he told the biggest lie he’d ever had to tell, “I don’t need a soulmate.”

It was soul-crushing, watching you break at his feet. The way you looked at him, your face wet with tears, it broke his heart. He’d almost succumbed to the temptation to scoop you up and kiss you like there was no tomorrow but he didn’t. He couldn’t.

He wished he did.

The sound of your footsteps as you ran away from him echoed in his head even as he left the manor. The short talk he had with Alfred was enough to convince him to find you. He had to find you.

You felt numb as you walked the streets of Gotham alone. The night was cold and unforgiving, you felt yourself shiver every few seconds. You remembered how distressed you were just half an hour ago; you were a mess with your tear-stricken face and the small trail of blood that’d seeped from the cut in your neck.

But now you felt nothing. Perhaps it was due to the physical exhaustion from the days’ events, or, more likely, the soreness from the heartbreak you’d experienced. You laughed sadly to yourself, wincing when you felt the cut in your neck sting a little; you were pathetic. No wonder you were unwanted.

You listened idly to the sound of your footsteps as you walked, mesmerised by the peaceful rhythm. You’d began to feel a little better, less heartbroken, until you heard another set of footsteps. They sounded light and familiar; like you’d heard them just a while ago. They were the footsteps of your soulmate.

You stopped moving. You didn’t know what to do so you did absolutely nothing and just stood rooted to the ground. You felt your fists clench tightly, your heart’d begun to race. Why was he here? What did he want from you now?

You jumped when a large hand laid itself on your shoulder; it was warm and comforting but you didn’t want it. You shrugged it off before turning around swiftly only to find yourself looking at Richard Grayson, the adopted son of Bruce Wayne.

Confusion washed over you; you swore for a moment it was your soulmate- and that was when you realised.

“You’re…” you said almost inaudibly, “my soulmate?”

Dick Grayson gave you a sad smile as he nodded, not expecting the sharp sting of your hand coming into contact with his face. The sound of the hit echoed throughout the streets.

“I deserved that.” He stated simply, touching his sore cheek. He’d expected you to start shouting, to vent your anger and frustration on him but instead you began to cry. Anger he could handle but when it came to tears, he was clueless as to what to do; especially since he was the source of your sadness.

“You-” you choked, two steady streams of tears flowing down your face, “you told me you don’t- don’t want me… so why are you here?” The way your voice quivered made Dick’s heart break.

“I couldn’t drag you into my life,” he said, approaching you slowly, “you know what I do now. You know how dangerous it is,” he gently took your face in between his warm hands, his thumbs wiping away your tears. “I thought I could live without you, heck, I’ve lived my whole life without you… but I- I know now that I can’t.”

“You made me feel unwanted…” you sobbed, unable to control your tears. You swore you didn’t mean to cry so much but now that he was here, you just couldn’t stop the great jumble of emotions inside of you. “I thought you didn’t want me…”

“I’m sorry,” he pulled you close to lean his forehead against yours. His breath brushed against your face. “Oh god,” Dick felt his heart ache at the sight of your dejected expression, “I lied about not wanting you, I do want you… you’re my soulmate, I’ll always want you.”

Unforgettable// Jeff Atkins

Originally posted by words-plus-wisdom

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Requested

Warning: Smut

Pushing past those doubles door of the school and hurrying to first period, I was incredibly late for school. Loudly open the door of the classroom and earning everyone’s attention as their heads snapped towards my direction.

“Ah Ms. Y/L/N so kind of you to join us” our educator pronounced at the head of the class and I took an empty seat next to the sweetest jock in school, Jeff Atkins.

I managed to pull out my notebook for some notes that I had missed within the previous hour.

“Need any help?” a whispered tone of voice came from beside as I smiled and nodded towards his gesture.

“Thank you” I accepted his notebook and summarized the information whilst catching up to the events of now.

After a few hours more the bell had gone indicating it was our free period, I sighed in relief and headed towards the exit of the class and making my way towards the cafeteria. Immediately I noticed two of my friends sitting and chatting up amongst themselves, I walked over and took a sit next to Clay and Hannah.

“What topic is on the agenda today?” I asked enthusiastically and in a mocking tone because they always had a topic to discuss based on life events or merely the coincidences that occur.

“We were actually discussing whether or not we are going to attend Jessica’s party tonight” Hannah spoke up.

“Yeah, I’m thinking about that as well and I think it should be fun. I’m not exactly the partying type but a fucking good time never hurt nobody” I stated and earned a surprised look from the both of them.

“Seems like a legit statement, so we’re in” they smiled as we went back to fixate upon other topics.


Last period went by so quickly, I was headed towards the same door as this morning but only this time exiting the building so I can head home. My house was not too far from school so I decided to walk whilst listening to some music. My heart rate was elevated as I kept walking, it had been 10 minutes and I’m 5 minutes away from my house, I couldn’t stop planning my outfit for tonight- various selections of clothing had had lapses in my mind; I finally gave into my thoughts as I reached my front door and twisting the knob, I instantly jogged up to my room and straight into my closet.

After what felt like a decade I made up my mind to wear a Deep V neck Lace- up body suit, sleevless, and tucking them inside my ripped jean shorts with a belt.

(left side one)

I was finally pleased with what I chose, it had already gotten late and I had to rush and get ready while I messaged Hannah to ask for her location because she was my ride to the party and luckily she was right around the block. I slipped my black Nike shoes on and grabbed my phone as I headed out the door and into the vehicle with my friend.

“Girl, you look hot!” she emphasized on ‘hot’

“Thanks” I smiled and buckled my seat belt as she sped off to the party.

Arriving shortly I saw the front yard were full of people as they engaged in conversations, we got out of the car and we weren’t even at inside the house yet and we could smell the alcohol and teen spirit out in the air.

“Hannah! Y/N!” Clay yelled over the loud music and we made our way to him as he awkwardly stood in the middle of the living room and most probably feeling like an outcast.

“Hey Clay, you clean up nice for a party” I said

“Thanks?” he seemed confused of whether I was making a joke or being serious

Hannah walked over to him “You’re too buttoned up” she stated as her hand grasped the collar of his shirt and unbuttoning the first set, I noticed how nervous he was as he had an anxious laugh. They were so cute and very obvious they had a spark between them.

“I’m going to get a drink and I will be right back” I motioned over to the kitchen table full of drinks, I don’t normally have any alcohol but I decided to drink a little bit of beer and only one should be okay for the entire night.

I took a sip of the beer in the red cup and watched as every drunk person in this room made bad choices tonight.

“Enjoying yourself?” the same voice from earlier spoke beside me once more.

“very much” I looked at Jeff who was sipping coca cola from his cup.

“Loosen up! head to the dance floor” he laughed, and I actually took his suggestion into consideration after all, it is a party and there is music blasting through the speakers; the beer had done its job as it coursed through my veins and allowed me to loosen myself up- not to be overly confident but I did know how to dance.

I walked over to the crowd of people dancing around with my cup still in hand, the music was just right as my hips moved along to the beat. One hand tangled up in my hair as I guided my hips, I dropped down to the floor and pushed my ass out into the air and slowly got back up and this time I felt a pair of hands grasp my hips and pulling me into them, I swung around and noticed it was Jeff and for the life of me I don’t understand why but I smashed my lips against his but he didn’t seem to mind as he deepened the kiss by his tongue grazing my bottom lip asking for entrance and I accepted, his tongue moved in sync with mine and then suddenly I became very aware of where we were and I pulled away.

“Can we head to my place?” he asked evening out his breathing.

“Yeah” I breathed out

As soon as the words left my lips he took me by the hand and guided me to his car, getting inside as he drove to his place. I messaged Hannah to let her know I had left in case she looked for me after going home.

Jeff’s hand laid on my thigh the entire ride and from time to time I felt him squeezing it and his jaw clenched.

We arrived at his place and his parents car didn’t seem to me in sight so I am guessing they are either out of town or out for the night but I didn’t care because what is about to happen is burned in my mind.

He searched for his house key in his pocket and shuffled it around as he slipped into keyhole and turning the knob as we went inside, I was pulled up the stairs and into his bedroom, I’m assuming.

“The way you moved your body had me feeling some type of way, I looked at you from across the room and I had to pick you, You are something special and I need to have you” he spoke up with pure lust in his eyes.

“W-What?” I asked in complete disbelief.

“Tonight I’m going to pleasure you.” he smirked as he pushed me down onto the bed and immediately he attacked my neck with wet kisses and bruises, I bit onto my lower lip to muffle the moans and explicit words from escaping my lips.

The straps were undone as he revealed my breasts as he hungrily attacked my nipples; he sucked and licked on them until they hardened at the feel of his tongue grazing upon them, he unbuckled my belt and undid the button of my shorts and he slid them down and ripped off my bodysuit and undergarment, pushing my legs up so they rest on his shoulders, a cold air was blown on my wet core just so he can tease me- I flinched at his action but loved the foreplay, he used his fingers to spread my lips as his tongue licked up my slit and sucked on my clit; making sure to tease my nub as he circled his tongue around it, this caused my arousal to deepen as I got wetter. I ached to feel his fingers inside me.

“Fingers, Please Jeff” I begged and whimpered

I could feel him smile against me as he pushed a finger inside me, it was only one and I could feel his thick finger stretched me out slightly as he moved it painfully slow and later adding another for full pleasure whilst his tongue still circled around my clit.

“Oh my god” I moaned, unable to contain the emotions I was harboring.

I was stripped from my pleasure as he pulled away and stood up from between my legs and my eyes flew open within seconds as I stared up at him, I was out of breath as my chest rose and fell- my heart rate blew out of proportion, I was extremely aroused and felt the need of wanting more. I noticed the prominent bulge in his jeans and I was curious to know what laid behind those pile of fabrics, I bit my lip as I slid off the bed and kissed his juice filled lips as I tasted myself off his tongue and smiled a devilish smile because I figured he would find it hot when I tasted myself- I removed his clothes and making sure to reveal his abs and biceps because besides his outstanding and sweet personality, his abs and biceps were an absolute turn on as well. I grabbed his length and pumped him a few times before I spat on his tip and watched as he paid attention of every little detail; I circled my tongue around his tip and felt him flinch as I slid his entire length into my mouth and his tip making contact with my throat, it was quite difficult to take him all in based on his size, he was well endowed. I built up his pleasure and took it from him, I pushed hi onto the bed and straddled his waist as I suck down on his length and felt his thickness stretch out the walls of my core and I moaned and groaned as the pleasure and pain built up within me, I rode him and had a view of watching his face; his eyes were shut, lips parted as the profanities escaped his mouth but he didn’t seem to like the idea of me being in charge and so I was flipped over and dragged to the foot of the bed and he had pulled only to slam inside me again and this time I cursed under my breath, his tip brushed against my G-Spot repeatedly as his pace became faster and movements because sloppier, I curled my toes as the knot in the pit of my stomach tightened and my G-spot tingled with the pleasure that shot throughout my body as my orgasm caused me to tremble underneath him.

“Fuck, I’m coming” I cursed even louder and I felt juices squirting out of me and I felt a little embarrassed.

“Oh god, I’m gonna cum” he shut his eyes and pulled out as he released his juices onto my stomach and pumped himself until he was done.

I laid there quietly as he went to get towels and he came back to notice the mess I made on the floor and his bed sheets.

“You’re a squiter?” he asked

“I’m sorry” I mumbled

“That’s hot” he smiled and picked me up so I could have a shower with him and I watched as he washed the alcohol and sex off my body and pecked a sweet kiss on my lips.

“Stay over?” he asked

“ I’d love to” I smiled as we got out and dried ourselves, I slept in nothing but his shirt and messaged my parents to say I was sleeping over at a friends place- we lied together on his bed with our fingers intertwined as we spoke about our dreams and passion.

#93 Pt. 1 | A Tom Holland Imagine

“It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.”

Tom Holland x Reader requested by @boyfriendtom
1800′s AU bc why not
Words: 2,065
Disclaimer: i;m not fancy, but i love how this turned out. also, you’re british so read everything with a british accent.

 
there will be three parts to this so i guess it’s my first fic. enjoy!

(i didnt even put the prompt in until part two so uh stick around)

This July had been a particularly warm one. The fans your father had imported from Japan were doing a scarce job at keeping you and your younger brother cool. He wanted to spend all of his time outside, but when you were outside you felt the sting of being in a world where so much was waiting to be explored while you were merely living as a piece in the game of chess. A pawn so that your family could merge with another wealthy family and share the riches. Wealth was nothing if not the anchor to a greedy man’s heart. Your parents had already selected a man for you, and though he was fair and gentlemanly, he was not the one who had caught your eye.

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