but he took something away from him

Nothing More [ II ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst

Length: 11.1k

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Summary: Watching the man you love love someone else was the most painful feeling in the world.

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Originally posted by sefuns

A broken heart was a nuisance, an annoying leech that sucked the life out of you every moment you paused to think about the pain it was spreading through your limbs. Every second you spent with your mind not occupied you wanted to scream and cry. It felt like your emotions were burning embers and anytime you paused to give it oxygen the fire would grow and consume you til you were nothing but ashes.

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Leather Jacket

Note: I had this in my drafts for a while, then Sebastian decides to grace us with his leather jacket?? fucc me. I don’t even write about the leather jacket - it’s a slight mention, lawl. oh and since I’m sick, I don’t feel up to finishing requests. hopefully this ties you guys over! not really sure what it is, just go along with it. gif credit to owner! feedback is always welcome, I love reading your comments!! .c

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, I’M 20 AND WILL NOT BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE FOR WHAT YOU UNDERAGE KIDS DECIDE TO READ. YOU’VE BEEN WARNED. 


The heavy sound of boots with chains hanging from the shoelace loops caught your attention behind you. Your ears perked as you listened closely. Great. He’s here. You rolled your eyes and clenched your jaw as the sound got closer.

Bucky Barnes was a regular in the local library, just like you were. He was cocky, he rode a black motorcycle, he was way too flirty, and he got on your nerves. He didn’t waste a single second to piss you off and make you equally as flustered at the same time. You hated him. Also, you liked him. You’d never admit that there was any sexual tension between you two. The last thing that man needs is a bigger head. No, not that one. But if you could feel that tension, you knew he could.

“Pornographic books again, Doll?” His breath fanned across your cheek as he leaned down, his arms either side of you, his large hands resting on the table. You scoffed and ignored the shiver that ran down your spine when he not-so-subtly sniffed your hair. 

“A friend recommended this one, Barnes. Now get away, you smell like burnt rubber.” You nudged your elbow against his chest and he chuckled, moving to sit across from you at the table.

Taking off his leather jacket and setting it on the table, he slumped back in his seat, trailing his hand through his hair as he grinned at you.

“Is that so? They wanna get you all hot and bothered with a book? I can do that with my words.” He challenged, his blue eyes boring right into yours. You inhaled deeply - not missing the way his eyes fell to your cleavage in your low-cut top as it rose with your air intake - and ignored him.

Your eyes fell back onto your book that rest on the table. It was silent for a few moments and you actually got lost in the fantasy, subconsciously biting your bottom lip. Your thighs squeezed together and you let your tongue slowly lick your bottom lip before turning the page.

This caught Bucky’s attention. He watched as your eyes skimmed across the pages, the way you slightly squirmed in your seat. Bucky leaned forward and rest his elbows on the table as he smirked at you.

“You’re wet.” Bucky stated lowly, his eyes focused on your lips. Your head shot up and your mouth was agape. Bucky bit his lip this time, seeing as you made the perfect ‘o’ shape. His mind raced with thoughts of what your mouth would feel like against his, and full of his-

“What are you even doing here? Go bother someone else!” You slammed your book closed and sighed heavily, bringing him out of his thoughts. A loud shush came from the little old lady that came around a bookshelf. You gave her an apologetic smile before she rolled her eyes and left the space.

Bucky chuckled and leaned back in his chair again, linking his fingers behind his head. His biceps looked as if they were ready to rip through the material of his shirt. And fuck, if that didn’t do things to you. “Come on, you know I love teasing you, Doll.” He licked his lips and you cursed yourself for feeling your panties get even more wet at the sight of his tongue.

You felt blood rush to your face and you creased your eyebrows. Okay, it’s time he gets a taste of his own medicine. You crossed your arms to purposefully push your breasts together. Bucky’s biceps flexed as his eyes took in the sight of your cleavage once again. That got a reaction you were hoping for.

“Instead of teasing me all the time, why don’t you do something about it?” You countered innocently, tilting your head slightly. You lifted your foot underneath the table and trailed it up along the inside of Bucky’s leg. He let out a harsh breath, letting his eyes travel up to your face. His throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly.

You bit your lip again and raised your eyebrows, looking at him with such innocence, he felt his jeans tighten completely. He sat there completely still and utterly shocked. You let your foot drop back down. Got him

Seeing as he wasn’t going to respond anymore, you picked your book up again, only now you held it up in front of your face and continued to read. If you weren’t in the library right now, you would laugh so hard you’d be crying. The reaction on Bucky’s face was award winning.

After finishing another paragraph, it was finally quiet again. So quiet, that you couldn’t hear Bucky’s heavy breathing anymore. You were able to finish a whole page without any interruptions from him. You were lucky to get through that much before. 

You slowly brought your book down from your face and looked at the empty seat in front of you. Bucky wasn’t there, but his leather jacket was still on the table where he left it.

You turned your head, looking all around you and didn’t spot Bucky anywhere, or rather anyone. Your eyebrows creased with confusion as you looked at his empty seat again. He was just here and you didn’t even hear him leave or see him get up. Where did he even go?

Suddenly, you felt something stubbly - much like a face - sliding in between your legs, slowly moving closer to your soaking panties. A gasp fell from your lips as you felt two hands rest on the outsides of your thighs, gently pulling them apart.

Your chest rose and fell quickly as his fingers dug into your flesh. You knew it was Bucky just by the feel of him smirking and his long hair tickling your skin. His warm breath fanned out across your clothed pussy, and you immediately regretted wearing a skirt today. Actually, you regretted waking up and coming to the library today.

Bucky’s tongue licked a stripe up your panties and you felt his warm breath huff out against you. There’s no fucking way he’s doing this right now. His hands made their way towards the hem of your panties and he slid them down to your ankles, trailing his lips down your inner thigh. He sat still and you knew he was resting a moment to take in the sight of you, spread out and wet.

Your eyes shut as you felt him slide his face between your thighs again. You swallowed harshly and felt his tongue lick another stripe up your pussy, circling around your clit. A moan almost made its way out of your mouth but you bit down on your lip.

Bucky’s mouth closed around your clit and he started to suck, using his tongue to lightly nudge against it. Your hand shot down to grip onto his hair, your fingers tangling into his long locks. This seemed to get him going; he groaned against you, but stopped once he remembered he had to stay quiet.

Your thighs shook around Bucky’s head and you inhaled deeply when you felt his finger circling around your entrance. He gently slid his finger inside of you, curling perfectly to hit your g-spot. A soft whimper fell from your lips and he smirked against you. He shook his head back and forth and pulled you closer with his left hand.

You slapped your other hand over your mouth as felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm. Bucky inserted a second finger, speedily sliding his fingers in and out of your tight, wet pussy. You tugged on his hair harshly as your eyes momentarily rolled into the back of your head and he pulled his mouth away, planting a kiss to your thigh before attaching his mouth to you again.

His tongue was long and felt so amazing, you were nearly in tears from holding in your moans. Bucky’s fingers nudged your g-spot one last time before you became a quivering mess in your chair. He kept going, pleasuring you through your orgasm as you came on his face.

Your eyes were hooded and your mouth was slightly open but nothing came out as you finished, your hips jerking a little as Bucky licked you clean. You slumped in your chair, breathing heavily, and felt him pull your panties back up. His lips planted a kiss to your clothed, sensitive clit before you felt him move away from you.

Bucky appeared out from under the table with a proud smirk, disheveled hair, and red cheeks. Then he smiled - an actual genuine smile - as he took in your wrecked appearance. He made a show of wiping his chin and sucking his finger and you sat up, feeling your thighs shake a little.

You cleared your throat, avoiding his playful stare. “What-what was that?” You whispered, bravely looking up at Bucky now. He licked his lips and chuckled deeply, running his hand through his hair again.

“I did something about it.”

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Cheerleading IS a sport | JJ

Request: a dom!jungkook smut when y/n is a cheerleader and he is like the player of the sport and yeah they could like have the fun in the changing room~

Pairing: Dom!Jungkook, Football!Jungkook X Cheerleader!Reader

Summary: Y/n, best flyer on the cheerleading squad. Jungkook, best kicker and scorer on the football team. What will happen when things get heated between the two all because of something that he just spilled out of his mouth.

Genre: Smut, Angst, Smut

Warnings: Swearing, dirty talk, Dominant!Jungkook, Sub!Reader, hospital handjob, cocky asshole Jungkook

Word Count: 3k+

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List of reasons why Mon-el is disliked and hated

now i am going to take out any part of him being a toxic or horrible boyfriend and give facts on why aside from the toxic claims by the fandom, the reasons that most fans have problems with him and with karamel

1. His arrival was followed by the immediate break up of karolsen

  •   after a season of build up there were many fans extremely upset with this
  • Chris Wood tends to always be introduced as a love interest for the protagonist when ever he shows up on a cw show and we all knew that was what was happening

2. His waking up

  • the moment Mon-el wakes up we get an episode centered mostly around him, it has Alex moments and the introduction of sanvers but it revolves mostly around Mon-el
  • this began a cycle of Mon-el taking over episodes not completely but he took a big spotlight in the show
  • he chokes Kara the first time he sees her, now this action is a fight or flight instinct but it is something that was remembered and will not be forgotten by most of the fandom

3. taking up more screen time than most any other character

  • if you look at it, you will see that Mon-el from the moment he lands takes up screen time, and though he can be a good character and his arch can be interesting he takes up more screen time than necessary
  • the use of other characters to prop up his story is evident
  • he in as early as 2x05 is getting near equal screen time to Kara and that is not something that the show used to do, the show used to give more screen time to female characters rather than the male

4. over shadowing Kara

  • at first it was a slow growth of him to over shadow Kara’s screen time but by mid season it was apparent that the show was going to focus not on Kara developing but Kara helping Mon-el develop
  • this took away from the main character it gave us no true Kara story arch but a Mon-el story arch in which he became a hero

5. the Mon-el story arch was because of his relationship with Kara

  • rather than have Mon-el learn on his own and become a better man before entering a relationship they put him with Kara for him to change him
  • this is what put many fans off, now it is not a woman’s job to help a man become better, 
  • they rushed this if they had slowed it down and made it a back ground arch then it would have been better accepted by fans and critics 

6. His lying

now before you stop reading this is not about him abusing kara in any way it is simply the fact that he did lie, weather he planned on telling the truth or not does not matter 

  • he from the moment he landed lied about who he was,even if it was for his own protection he did so
  • he chose to keep that secret even when Kara had allowed him into her home and into her life as her friend
  • he kept it as they began dating and had slept together (many of the fandom see that as a huge problem)
    • they see that in lying to her would she have ever slept with him if she knew
    • doesn’t that mean that he was commuting a form of manipulation and deceit it does not sit well in the stomach to think of it

7. the big villain

  • he became a hero yes that is true no matter what the show sees him as one, but he also brought the villain
  • rather than help his planet and  later figure out how to escape he stayed bringing a terror to earth
  • this meant that rather than the villain being a supergirl villain it was his villain a Mon-el villain

8. they used Sanvers to prop up Karamel

  • they introduced sanvers early on in this season and sadly as the season went on we got less screen time for the couple
  • it started in around 2x11 or so,
  • we are shown in mrs&mr. myx that we get one valentines sanvers scene then a karamel scene it was the beginning of a trend
  • with every small sanvers scene we got a karamel scene with a kiss and such
  • while sanvers only got dialog and maybe one kiss per episode, it was easy to see that they began paralleling the two and were using sanvers to prop up karamel

9. Every episode

  • now it became apparent that he was a lead in the show he had more screen time than alex and near equal to Kara
  • it became every episode was focused on him and Kara being together and there was never a danvers sisters moment to equal it out
  • it focuses on the relationship and on how he was suddenly a new man who was scared of Kara leaving him
  • he was a hero now and the show was more about him than it was anything else we had less super moments and more karamel moments 
Hit the Books

Summary: jealousy is no one’s friend || prof!//college au

Pairing: professor stan & evans // evanstan x reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: flirting, sexual innuendos

A/N: uhhhh there might be a part 2? if y’all want it? let me know


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Strip It Down

A Bucky Barnes AU

Character Pairing: Stripper!Bucky Barnes x Female Stripper!Reader

Word Count: 1,992 (whew, barely made it)

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Smut, male and female stripping, strip club scenes, sexual situations/penetration, dirty dancing, language. 

A/N: This is my submission for @bucky-plums-barnes 8,000 Follower Writing Challenge! Gen is amazing and deserves all the love in the world! 

I enjoyed writing Strip It Down WAY too much… I want to continue this…

Prompt: #26. “Well, my normal fee is $500, but seeing that it’s for you, I’m going to need it in advance.” 

The crowd loved Bucky.

Both the men and the women.

You didn’t blame them though. He owned that stage. His last set of the night was always his money maker.

Standing off to the side of the stage you peeked over the edge of the curtain at the screaming women that were vying for his attention. The sea of green bills that pooled around his feet was enough to pay your monthly rent… twice.

The low bass vibrated through the floors as Bucky shed the last piece clothing that was ethically possible. The screams, catcalls and hollers from the crowd drowned out the words to the song. You clutched your robe tighter to your body as you watched him move.

He moved like sex.

He crouched down on his hands and knees, prowling across the stage like a wolf. His hair was falling out of the bun at the back of his head, the loose tendrils framing his face. His back muscles bunched and stretched with each movement. He stopped and pumped his hips in time to the beat. God, to be underneath him and feel those powerful strokes.

Scanning the crowd again, you knew you weren’t the only one in the house tonight thinking that exact same thing.

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Enemies to Friends to...

Draco let out a content sigh as he flipped to the next page in his book, free hand absentmindedly playing with Harry’s messy hair while the boy rested peacefully in Draco’s lap. Being forced to share the same room together, while rough at the beginning, turned out to be a blessing. The two had gained a greater understanding of each other and developed a friendship far deeper than either one imagined possible.

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Friendship?

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How to remove a Wayne safely - Batmom x Batfam

My nephew got a tick on him today and, you know, there’s a way to remove them fully, like you can’t just tear them off or the head is gonna stay ? Well, it gave me a stupid idea. Hope you’ll like it.

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Some mornings, you had obligations. You had to wake up early.

When you and Bruce got married, you took the place of second CEO at Wayne Enterprise, to relieve your husband of a bit of the weight of it all. To make things easier on his end…To allow him to, sometimes, sleep more than three hours a night.  

You did it gladly. 

One morning every two days, more if Bruce was injured, you’d wake up early in the morning to go take care of the family business (when Bruce asked you if you could help, you felt like he genuinely fully trusted you…he trusted you with his parents’ empire, which meant a lot). 

Your Bruce both loved and hated it. Loved it because it meant that he could take a well deserve rest, hated it because it also meant that he’d wake up alone in the bed and oh he loathed that more than anything. He lived for those days were neither him nor you had anything to do, and could just cuddle your way to 5 pm haha. 

He also hated it because, since you monitored the bat computer every nights, you also needed your sleep and…he just hated the fact that your “obligations” toward him and his enterprise made you wake up. 

You wouldn’t have it any other way though, anything to allow your Broosh to rest, to recuperate and such. He wasn’t getting any younger and needed those peaceful time…Of course it was even better when you could both be lazy in your bed but, life wasn’t always like that. 

This morning, your faithful alarm clock, aka Alfred Pennyworth, came into your room to wake you up and…it was difficult. 

Last night, Bruce and your boys came back around 8 am, and of course you stayed up with them, monitoring the bat computer. And when you and Bruce finally got to bed…Well, you needed each others before sleeping and you both collapsed after a heated love making session, exhausted. Now, barely two hours later, you had to wake up and your entire body was sore and screaming for more sleep and…Uh, Alfred was having none of it. 

-Lady (Y/N), you need to wake up. 

-I am awake…

You said in a weak voice, bringing the blanket up to your nose. 

Bruce didn’t even budge, his arms around you, his face nuzzling your hair. Contrary to popular belief, once he was truly asleep, Bruce was very difficult to wake up and there could be a very loud metal concert next to him and he wouldn’t even hear it, too deep in his slumber. 

And right now, as you and Alfred talked aloud next to him, and you shifted in his arms…Well, he didn’t even move one inch. 

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in which y/n buys harry starbucks…

“Next in line, please.”

A few seconds went by.

“Next in line, please.”

She heard what the barista was saying, but she wasn’t processing anything. She was frozen in place. It wasn’t until the person in line behind her cleared their throat that she finally moved forward the couple of feet, coming face to face with the barista.  

“What can I get for you ma'am?”

Her eyes skirted around the menu for a few moments, as if she hadn’t been to Starbucks a million times. “May I get a grande white chocolate mocha? And also…” she looked in the pastry display, not quite finding what she was looking for, “Do you still have those pumpkin cream cheese muffins?”

“Yes, we do,” he said with a smile. 

“I’ll have one of those as well,” she replied, smiling back while pulling up the app on her phone. Normally, she’d already be prepared with her order and payment, but the fact that she watched Harry Styles walk into the place and was currently standing three people behind her was throwing her through a loop. 

Once her order was paid for, she leaned forward and gave the barista a ten dollar bill. “Harry Styles is standing a couple of feet down. Use that to pay for his drink and you can keep the change.”

He let out a short burst of laughter, but nodded his head along anyway. “Alright, love. I’ve got you.” He winked at her, as she went to go sit at the table with her belongings.

She had come there in hopes that a change of scenery would do her writing some good, but all chances of getting any work done flew out the window the second Harry Styles walked in. She spent the time waiting for her drink and muffin stealing glances at him from behind her laptop. 

They called her name and she scurried over to the counter to collect her refreshments just as Harry was moving up to the register. She was sure to keep her head down. Eye contact with him was the last thing she needed. She was just getting settled back in her seat when she looked up, prepared to sneak another peek at him when instead she saw the barista pointing at her. Quickly, she shot her head down before Harry caught her gaze, eyes bulging out of her skull. He wasn’t supposed to tell him! All she wanted was to do something nice for someone she was such a huge fan of. Now, he was walking her way. 

She plucked a piece of her muffin off, stuffing it in her mouth and chasing it with her drink, attempting to look engaged in anything that wasn't him.

“Mind if I sit here?" 

"No, of course not,” she choked out. 

She had planned out what she was going to say or do if she ever met him a million times over for a million different scenarios, but she never actually thought it’d happen. Still, she figured the key to this sort of thing would be to act natural. 

“Y/N was it?”

She nodded.

“Thank you for paying for my drink. You didn’t have to,” he said, smiling warmly at her. 

She smiled tightly at him in return. “I wanted to,” she said, glancing upward for a moment before looking back down. “And, I didn’t, like, do it so you’d…” she gestured between them, “I didn't—don’t—expect anything in return.” She hadn’t held any eye contact until she finished her sentence, but when she did, she found him already looking back at her, listening intently.

“Well, I appreciate it, anyway. I’ve never had a stranger buy me coffee before,” he admitted sheepishly.

She shrugged, finding it easier to talk to him than she imagined. “I like to keep my men both wined and dined.”

He snorted before bursting into a full bellied laugh. “I don’t even have any food.”

She pushed out the muffin she ordered for herself, silently offering him a piece.

He wrinkled his nose up at it. “What is it?”

“Pumpkin cream cheese muffin. It’s really good.” She thought for a moment. “Or are you not eating like carbs or gluten or something right now?”

He shook his head in amusement. “Where do you guys get this stuff from?”

She raised her eyebrows. “You literally admitted to doing a juice cleanse on national television. And, you’re, like, really fit.”

His face broke into a splitting grin. “You think I’m fit?”

“Not, like, British fit, like American fit, like, you’re always going to the gym and ugh!” she ended, burying her face in her hands.

He pried her hands from her face, laughing lightly. “Kidding.”

She opened her mouth to say something, breath hitching from the contact they held but was cut off by a pinging sound coming from Harry’s phone. 

He dropped her hands in favour of reading the message on the screen. She took a sip of her beverage in an attempt to avert her attention away from him. “I have to go,” he piped up a couple seconds later, grabbing his coffee and standing up to exit the building.

“It was lovely meeting you, Harry,” she responded, smiling graciously.

“The pleasure was all mine.” He picked up her hand and planted a small kiss on it causing her to squeak.

She watched him take a few steps towards the door, then spun on his heel walking back to her. To say she was confused was an understatement. “Did you leave something?” she questioned at the same time he sputtered out “Do you have tickets?”

“Pardon?” she said, furrowing her eyebrows.

He released a nervous breath. “Do you have tickets? To my show tonight?”

“I… do not.”

“Would you… like some?”

“Tickets? To your show?”

“Yeah.”

She was taken aback, so much so that she didn’t say anything for several seconds. Harry stood there nervously shifting from foot to foot. “You don’t have to,” he spat out.

“I’d love to.”

“Cool. Cool. Also, there’s gonna be an after party, and I’d really like it if you would stick around.”

She was certain she looked like a fish out of water with the amount of times her mouth opened and closed. “That sounds like something I would be interested in,” she finally said overly composing herself. 

“I’ll see you later then?”

“That you will, my dear, that you will.”

She watched him walk out the door and turn right before she freaked out over what had just happened.

We Knew It!

Harry Potter Finally Owning up to Dating Draco Malfoy?

                Harry rolled his eyes at the latest cover of the Daily Prophet. Yes, he and Draco were seen a lot together but that was because they were friends. Friends. Nothing more.

                For years the media has been telling the whole wizarding world that there just had to be something more going on between the two of them. Despite the fact that since they have left school, nearly five years ago, both of them have had different partners.

                Thinking about the blonde always brought a smile to his face, they had made an unlikely friendship during their eighth year and it held strong since. Draco was honestly one of his best friends. The man had seen him through depression, breakups and many self-doubts.

                A whoosh in the distance let him know that someone was coming through his floo. He already knew that it would be Draco. The blonde was the only one who never bothered with niceties and being polite enough to give notice.

                Harry checked the time as a very disheveled Draco came into his kitchen. “Either your blind date when very well or very bad.”

                Draco glared weakly as he threw himself into a chair. “It was bloody awful. Worst date I have ever been on in my life.”

                The exaggeration had Harry rolling his eyes as he peered at his friend in curiosity. “It couldn’t have been that bad.”

                “Oh, it was.” Draco argued as he closed his eyes and wished to vanish into thin air. “It went so awful that I have decided to become celibate and adopt hundreds of animals to appease my lonely, bitter heart.”

                “You hate animals.”

                Draco opened one eye. “Don’t ruin this for me.” He smiled when Harry let out a heavy sigh.

                “Tell me what happened.”          

                Despite it being a blatant demand, Draco sat up and admitted defeat. “It’s horribly embarrassing.” He warned.

                Harry smirked widely. “Good. I am in need of something to cheer me up.”

                “Why am I friends with you?” The question was worded as if Draco himself had no idea.

                “Merlin, I have no clue. I wonder that myself sometimes.”

                Draco rolled his eyes as he chose to ignore this completely. “Pansy is never to be trusted again when it comes to picking out someone of interest.”

                This wasn’t news to Harry. He himself had gone on a blind date the woman set up for him and that hadn’t been a good idea. Not at all. He was beginning to wonder if she did it on purpose.

                “The guy was decent looking enough.” The reluctance was thick. “That is if one is to ignore the blindingly bright smile that never left his face and the overly happy eyes.”

                Harry bit his lip to stop from laughing. Figures Draco would find a happy person undesirable.

                “I wasn’t really feeling the date too much but I was still willing to give it a chance. Even after he took me Marquis.”

                That had Harry wincing slightly. He knew that Draco abhorred that place. The blonde said it was a knock off of true ambiance. Somewhere only desperate people went to.

                “The conversation left much to be desired but I knew he would probably be somewhat decent in bed.” Harry snorted loudly.

                “But this all went to shite when our waitress recognized me.”

                Draco watched concern flitter across Harry’s face and he smiled softly in response. “Oh, not because of being an ex-Death Eater, mind you.” He paused to shake his head. “She recognized me as the ‘true love partner of Harry Potter’, that was a direct quote, by the way.”

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BTS Reaction to Them Being Insecure Before Getting Intimate

GENRE: really fluffy & a tad angsty

WARNINGS: insecurities

REQUESTED: yes

A/N: i got a lil carried away, but i hope you enjoy! sorry if it’s not exactly what you wanted at times! enjoy!

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You reached for Jin’s top button of his shirt, and his breathing hitched. You stopped immediately, feeling as if you did something wrong. You opened your mouth to speak, but soon shut it as Jin’s large hands were placed on top of yours. You locked your eyes with his, and you noticed how zoned out he seemed. You felt your heart ache as you two stood there, wanting to know what was wrong. Jin had never stopped you, and you had never stopped him.

“The managers told me that I need to lose some weight. They want me to cut my diet down, so that’s why I’ve been cooking more healthy foods for us… I still feel as if I am not up to their standards. If they feel that way, you must too. I feel as if you will leave me if I don’t thin up.” Jin spoke quietly, only loud enough for you to hear. You lowered your hands from his chest, feeling tears welling up in your eyes. “Y/N, it’s not that big of a deal; I’ll just keep my shirt on if that’s alright—”

“Jin, you’re so small,” you croaked out, not understanding why he was seen as anything less than perfection. Jin shook his head as he placed his hands on your cheeks. He looked you in the eye, seeing the pain that those words had caused you. You couldn’t imagine being in his spot and being told that. “Please don’t lose weight, Jinnie. I don’t want to see you in an unhealthy place. If you lose weight you'll—”

“I love you,” Jin interrupted. Jin wiped the tears that left your eyes with the pad of his thumb. He nodded at you, not needing to hear the rest of what you had to say. He knew what his baby wanted, and that was the healthy version of him. “I’ll talk to them, okay? I’m sorry I brought it up.” Jin smiled faintly before connecting his lips to yours again. The returned feeling made your heart beat out of joy instead of sorrow. Jin reached his hands down to yours, placing them on his chest again.


YOONGI ( SUGA )


Yoongi’s hands would be on your thighs as you straddled him, his lips on the crook of your neck. You were already down to just your underwear, yet he was still fully dressed. Lowering your hands down to the hem of his shirt, Yoongi’s eyelids fluttered open. His eyelashes tickled your neck, and you stopped yourself there. Usually he would just help you remove his shirt, not wanting to wait much longer. This time, he removed his lips from you.

“Yoongi, did I do something?” You asked, looking him in the eye.

“N– no, you’re… you’re great,” Yoongi breathed. You could hear the pain in his voice as he took your hands in his. You would have gotten off his lap, but he held you close so you wouldn’t. He didn’t want you to leave him. “I just haven’t been with you enough. I’m always away working, and we rarely have nights like this where it’s just us.” Yoongi was never good at expressing himself, but neither were you. “I… I don’t know if I’ll be able to give you what you want.”

“Yoongi,” you squinted your eyes at him. He let out a small sigh, leaning back in the office chair you both resided on. You saw the pain in his eyes as he held onto your hands, rubbing his thumb over your skin. “Time doesn’t change how I feel about you. I don’t care if we both don’t feel satisfied; I just want to be with you. I would be just as happy sleeping with your arms locked around me.” Yoongi nodded. “Plus, name one time we did not receive a noise complaint from my neighbors or the boys.”

Yoongi chuckled, “never.”


HOSEOK ( JHOPE )


Hoseok smiled as the two of you sat on your shared bed. He had just thrown your shirt to the floor, and so far everything seemed picture perfect. Hoseok picked you up and placed you on his lap, your cheeks reddening as he did so. He loved seeing the impact he had on you, and you could help but let out a soft giggle as he tapped his fingertips against the small of your back. He grinned against your collarbones at the sound, closing his eyes. You reached down for the hem of his shirt, slowly pulling it up to tease Hobi. He kissed your collarbones.

“My stomach is kind of fat right now jagi,” Hobi stated, making you stop. You could tell with the tone in his voice that he was unhappy with his body. You could see no imperfections, and his words had surprised you. You had seen him shirtless this morning when he got out of the shower, and his abs were definitely there. Even if they weren’t, you didn’t care. Hoseok was Hoseok no matter his body, and you would love him anyway. “Baby?”

“You’re not fat,” you mumbled. Hoseok sighed softly as he lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours. He smiled at you, glancing down at your lips. “If you think you are, then you shouldn’t. Hoseok, I don’t see where you got that idea at all! I saw your abs this morning when you were getting ready. I can feel the muscles in your back!”

“You always used to praise me for my figure, and you no longer do,” Hoseok explained. You rolled your eyes.

“I thought you got bored of the same compliments I gave out,” you pressed your nose against Hobi’s. He smiled, knowing you didn’t mean to hurt him. He was beautiful no matter his size, and you didn’t have to vocalize that. “If you need me to, I’ll tell you every second of the day how much I love you. I’ll say all of the words that will change your mind. I will kiss you and assure you that your abs now are far better than what they were. Want to know why they’re better?”

“Because they’re mine, and I love them too,” Hoseok finished with what you had planned to say. You giggled, nodding. He grinned widely before throwing his shirt off, placing his lips on yours.


NAMJOON ( RAP MONSTER )


Namjoon had not been in the best mood lately, due to the constant spotlight on the two of you. Because both of you are idols, you both get hate from either sides. His seemed to be more intense than yours, and he understood why. You were gorgeous, with hair that always seemed to flow effortlessly, and a body that could stun anyone. He was lucky to call you his, and he knew you felt the same about him. You constantly told Namjoon how much you adored him, but times like this he forgot.

The words repeated in his mind as he had you pinned against the wall of your room. Your hands were tangled in his hair, which had always been his weakness. With your back arched, his only desire was to have your body covered with his kisses. He reached around to your back and began unzipping your dress, noticing how the fabric loosened on you. He placed his lips on your shoulders as he slid the straps of your dress off, allowing the fabric to fall to the floor.

You placed your hands at the waistband of his jeans, holding Namjoon close to you by his belt loops. You unbuckled his jeans, and he slid off the hoodie that he wore. You wrapped your arms around his neck with a smile, your lips connecting again. With your body pressed against his, Namjoon couldn’t help but smile. You were his everything, and he could feel your love whenever you were around. The words began to replay again, and he slowed his kiss down. You knew something was up, being able to tell easily with Namjoon.

“I love you,” you breathed as you looked Namjoon in the eye. You smiled, feeling his fingertips tap on your lower back. The words seemed to disappear with you standing in front of him. You didn’t know why he was upset, but you knew he was. Namjoon wasn’t an open book, but he had a few ripped pages on the floor. If you had to guess, it was the attention constantly on the two of you. “I wouldn’t want anyone else, Joon. I’m the lucky one, and you shouldn’t feel insecure about yourself.”

“I love you too, baby,” Namjoon smiled, and he meant every syllable.


JIMIN


You woke up early one morning, not feeling the warmth that Jimin produced beside you. Squinting your eyes open, you could vaguely see Jimin standing in the bathroom you shared. He had practice, and you knew that he got up early to get ready. He didn’t notice that you had woken up, and you watched as he pinched the skin on his stomach. He carried a frown, clearly unhappy with the skin on his stomach. He only wore a towel covering his lower half, and you knew he had just showered. He let out a sigh, running his hand through his wet hair.

“Chim, you’re not—”

“Ah,” Jimin turned around swiftly to face you. He must have saw the displeased expression on your face, because he looked down at his feet. You wanted to burst into tears then, begging for Jimin to never do that again. He self-consciously wrapped his arms around his stomach. “I was supposed to leave a few minutes ago.”

“Why haven’t you then?” You asked, sitting up. He frowned, turning towards the bathroom mirror, his back to you. You could see his muscles on his back, and you didn’t understand. “Jimin, you are tiny. What you were pinching is skin, and last time I checked, everyone has it. You don’t need to stress, oppa. I have that too.” Jimin nodded, sniffling. He turned around to face you, clearly feeling terrible now. “I love you, Jiminie.”

“I’m sorry,” a tear slipped down his cheek as he rushed towards you. Jimin sat down beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You hugged him tightly, kissing his bare shoulder. “You’re perfect, and I am doing what I hate you doing. You’re so beautiful, Y/N, and I’m sorry that we both are being stupid and ignoring each other’s words. I love you more than the stars in the sky, and I promise to never make you feel sad like that again.”

You then realized that you had been crying.


TAEHYUNG ( V )


Tae loved you more than anything else in his life, and he’d give up everything for you. Because of that, he often felt as if he was not good enough to be with you. He felt as if you were the most unique and fascinating person in the entire universe, and he felt lesser of himself. Whenever it came to taking any clothes off around you, he did not feel comfortable. It only got worse as your relationship hit the one year anniversary mark, and the two of you had yet to ever undress in front of each other. He wasn’t alone with his insecurities, because you felt the same.

“Tae,” you greeted him as he stood in the kitchen eating leftovers. You wrapped your arms around his waist, and his heart started beating. You two were never a pair that did much skinship besides loose cuddling. You both often wished that you had done more, but you couldn’t help it. Clinging onto Tae, that was probably the closest you had ever been to him your entire relationship, including when you two were just friends. “Good morning.”

“M– morning,” Tae stuttered, placing his free hand on top of your hands. “Do you want the rest of this? We can go get something to eat if you’d like. Or, I could ask Jin to make something for you.” Taehyung spoke quickly, clearly wanting you to let go of his waist. You took the hint, removing your arms from him. He immediately felt guilty after seeing your expression. You loved him, and he knew that you didn’t see anything wrong with him. “Baby.”

“Taehyung,” you breathed unsteadily. He saw tears brimming in your stunning eyes, and he quickly wrapped his arms around you. He shushed you before you could say anything, feeling your hands grip onto the fabric of his shirt. You didn’t want to hug him back, fearing that he would feel awful about himself again. “I’m sorry. You’re absolutely perfect and I don’t understand why you are insecure. I’m sorry I made you feel bad about yourself…”

“Shh,” Taehyung breathed. “I’ll ease up, but that means you have to too, okay?” Taehyung spoke softly, and you nodded faintly. It would be hard to get out of your habits, but you had Tae with you. “You’re the most amazing and incredible creature, and I love you, baby.”


JEONGGUK


A smile would be on your face as you sat on Kook’s lap. It would not be the first heated makeout session between you two, but this one seemed to last a lot longer than the others. He held onto your hips, his hands under the fabric of your shirt. You would lower your hands down to the hem of his shirt, knowing what was on both of your minds. You had been together for eight months, and nothing had come out of it yet. Today that would change, or at least you thought so.

“Babe,” Jungkook breathed as you broken away from him. You quickly removed your hands, knowing he was uncomfortable. Jungkook held onto your hips still, letting out a sigh. “I don’t have much experience… I don’t see why you’re the one always initiating this, because you can probably tell I’m not as good as—”

“Jungkook,” you interrupted. He tilted his head, confused. You would smile, placing your hands on either sides of his face. You would kiss the tip of his nose, a blush appearing on his cheeks. “I don’t care if you aren’t experienced. I want to be with you, and I know that you’re great already. You’re more experienced than me, so I should be the one talking about not being any good.” Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head.

“You always find a way to boost my confidence,” Jungkook stated. He took your hands in his and placed them on the hem of his shirt. “I love you.”

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Friday Night || Tom Holland

Relationship: Tom Holland x reader

Summary: Meeting eyes with a boy in a club can only lead to trouble.

Warnings: S M U T (18+)

Word Count: 1730 words (it’s so short I’m sorry)

A/N: is it hot in here? its hot in here


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Growing Pains

Originally posted by harrysimpact

Hello, everyone! I’ve decided to start writing again. This will be a three-part series as of right now so I hope you enjoy the first installment. 

A special shout out to @hcrrystvles for editing this, I love you bb.

dad!harry + teacher!harry

warnings: mentions death, nostalgia, fluff. loads of fluff.

word count: 3,648

summary: the one where Harry’s a school teacher who finds himself teaching the daughter of his first love


Every day that students walked into room 202, they were instantly greeted by the sweet smell of cinnamon buns and vanilla (an air freshener Harry always kept plugged into the wall when he first started working there because it smelt too much like wood). Fairy lights hung above the perimeter of the room, pictures students have drawn covered the wall behind the metallic desk which was covered in magnets. The whole classroom just felt warm. Stepping into Mr. Styles’ year 3 classroom felt like a hug from a friend you haven’t seen in years. It was a safe space for both little ones and teachers alike, no one ever left the room without a bright smile on their face. That was Harry’s specialty.

Harry had taken his job as a teacher very seriously as he took it upon himself to teach the younger generations the most valuable lessons. Not multiplication and cursive writing like the other teachers would say, but things like positivity, acceptance, and kindness. Harry took pride in knowing that when each and every one of his students left his classroom at the end of the year, they carried his teachings with them for the rest of their lives.

Tonight was back to school night and Harry felt himself getting a little nervous as he looked at the time. Parents could be brutal and all he wanted was to be on their good side. He had a feeling this year was about to be little easier though. This year the parents of his students were most likely his age and it brought a strange sense of comfort to him. He could tell because the kids were a lot more open minded and though he wouldn’t admit it, he had a few favorites. Like Harper. The little girl made him feel nostalgic in the strangest way. Maybe it was because she was quite witty for a 7-year-old or that she had an interest in joining his after school choir, but it was something else about her that he couldn’t quite put a finger on.

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Coming Out

 Eddie had known there was something that was different about him ever since the day that Beverly had sunbathed in front of them, clad in her underwear. And what popped into his mind, as he stared was ‘I wonder what we’re having for dinner tonight?’ As he looked around at his friends, it occurred to him that they we’rent thinking the same thing. No, their batting eyes, sharp intakes of breath, and parted mouths told otherwise. So Eddie tried to keep staring, just to make sure he hadn’t missed something. But Beverly started to turn her head and his time was up. He was immediately flustered and snapped his head back around like he was burned. 

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Loey; PCY

Member: Chanyeol - EXO

Genre: Fluff / Smut

Word Count: 5.2k

a/n: some inspiration came to me while I was listening to some music. The songs that gave me inspiration for the two instrumentals described in the following story can be found here: ♤  

enjoy everyone thank you for being patient, lots of love, Ace - ♤ 

summary: there’s nothing like good studio sex with your fellow producer boyfriend



Muses come to you at anytime of day.

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It’s over

First angst one shot. Hope y’all like it!

Request from Anonymous: Can you please do one where the missus sees proof that Harry is cheating on her and he doesn’t have his wedding ring on but he doesn’t fess up to it so then she doesn’t wear her rings anymore and then Harry notices and his heart starts to race and asks her why she doesn’t wear them anymore and she tells him something like, “you weren’t wearing them the night you decided to throw our marriage away” you decide the ending :) xx

Originally posted by fireproof-harry

Three years. It took three years for their marriage to fall apart. It took three years for their happy bubble to pop. It took three years until one of them could no longer remain loyal to the other.  She didn’t know how it happened. She didn’t know what she did to have her husband cheat on her with another woman. To have him remove his wedding ring from his finger. The ring that was slid on his finger the day they both promised each other that they’d remain faithful to one another. The ring that represented their love and promise that they’d stick by each other’s side in any problem.  

The past three years of their marriage was filled with so much love and happiness. Sure, there were arguments here and there, but that was normal. They were happy and then all of a sudden they weren’t. 

Y/N started noticing her husband become distant. He’d come home more late than usual, missing out on dinner. He no longer talks to her properly like he use to. She’d ask him something and he’d give her short answers, trying to avoid conversations. He no longer kissed her good morning or a goodnight and even if he did, they were no longer on the lips. They haven’t had sex in weeks, Harry always claiming that he was too tired. 

Y/N also noticed that when she told Harry I love you before he left for work this morning, he didn’t say it back. And that’s what hurt the most.

 There was a heap of laundry that needed to be cleaned so Y/N was currently in the laundry room, sorting out the dark and light colors. She reaches her hands into any pocket’s of the clothes, making sure nothing was there. When she put her hands in the pocket of one of Harry’s jackets, she feels a crumbled up paper inside. She pulls it out, thinking it was an receipt but her eyebrows knit together when sees that it was a note. Her eyes go wide when she reads over the words on the paper. 

That was fun. Maybe we should do it again. Call me sometimes ;)

And at the bottom of the note was written an anonymous phone number. Y/N feels her throat become tight, her stomach churning at the thought of her husband sleeping with another woman. He couldn’t have been cheating. He wouldn’t do that. Harry himself said that cheating is one of the most vile things a man can do. 

So why did Y/N find a note like this in the pocket of his jacket? 

She didn’t want to believe that her own husband was cheating on her. The man who promised her, in his vows, that he’d remain faithful and loyal to her. This note has to be something else. She couldn’t bring herself to decide that he was cheating on her. 

She crumples up the note in her fist but doesn’t throw it away. She puts it into the small pocket of her pants before going back to the laundry and trying to ignore the burning sensation of the paper.

She wasn’t going to ask him what it was.


It’s been a few days later since Y/N found the note. This time, she can smell her everywhere. The other day Harry came home drunk and when she gave him a hug which he half halfheartedly returned, she smelled the floral perfume on his neck. She felt the salt water burn her eyes but she didn’t say anything. She also didn’t say anything when she noticed the mark on his neck and his wedding ring from his finger.

Harry didn’t notice the heartbroken look on Y/N’s face when she noticed he was no longer wearing his wedding band. He didn’t notice the tears that were built up in her eyes because he was so fucking drunk. 

“’M so drunk,” Harry mumbles as Y/N helps him out of his jeans quietly, ignoring the nonsense chatter spilling from Harry’s mouth..

“Go to sleep,” is all she says, caressing his hair before turning off the lamp. She goes to lay on her side of the bed, her back facing him. Her thoughts are consumed with images of Harry and another woman kissing. The woman marking his skin. The woman giving him pleasure in ways she hasn’t in a while. Why didn’t Harry want her anymore? Has he become bored with her? Is this woman prettier than her? Is that why he’s cheating on her?

She was immediately snapped out of her thoughts when she felt arms wrap around her stomach, a nose nuzzling into her neck. Y/N swallows the large lump in her throat and she brings her hand up to cover her mouth as she lets out a quiet sob while Harry sleeps. The tears finally stream down her face when she realizes that it was over. Their marriage was over. The moment Harry decided to sleep with another woman was when he threw away their marriage and broke all of the promises he made to her. 

And in that night, she didn’t get a wink of sleep.


It’s been two days since Y/N found out Harry was cheating on her. He no longer wears the silver wedding band, thinking that Y/N doesn’t notice. He smiles down at his phone whenever he’s texting and when Y/N asks why he laughs, he’d mumble, “S’nothing. Just somethin’ Jeff said.” And with that he’d leave the room, no longer wanting to talk to her.

Y/N no longer wears her wedding ring either. The night Harry came home drunk, drenched in another woman’s perfume and a bare ring finger, she decided it was the last straw. She wonders if Harry noticed her not wearing the ring either. He probably didn’t considering he doesn’t stay at home anymore. 

It was around seven in the evening, Y/N was cooking herself dinner in their large kitchen. Harry was out as always. Her ears perk up when she hears he front door shut. Why was he home so early? Her heart starts to race when she hears his voice talking to someone. She could hear him in the foyer, his voice talking lowly to the person on the phone.

“Yes,” He chuckles, “’ve just got t’ tell m’wife that ‘m staying over….No, she doesn’t know anythin’…” Harry sighs, “…look ‘ve been married to her fo’ three years now, I can’t just divorce her.” 

But it sure was easy for you to cheat on her.

Y/N quickly goes back to occupying herself with dinner, ignoring the ache in her chest. Her hands are slightly shaking as she cuts some vegetables and she feels the tears well in her eyes which she tries to get rid of when she hears Harry’s footsteps walking towards the kitchen. 

She sees his body leaning against the doorway of the kitchen in her peripheral vision. She glances up to see him looking at her with his pale green eyes. She could depict the look on his face but she gives him a small fake smile nonetheless.

“Hey,” She greets, trying to control her shaky voice. “Didn’t hear you come in,” She lies. 

Harry gives her a small smile, walking towards the bar stool. He picks up a carrot from the cutting board, plopping it into his mouth. 

“Yeah…I just got home,” He says lowly, looking at her face. 

She tries not to look at him, pretending to act casual as she chops the vegetables. She tries not to cringe when she feels him lean up to kiss the corner of her mouth. The nerve he had to do that was beyond her. She wishes she could kiss him back but no longer feels like she has the right to when he’s been kissing someone else. Someone who now has his attention more than his own wife’s.

Harry eyebrow’s knit together when he sees how quiet she was being. His gaze lingers on her face before he slowly runs his eyes over her whole figure. He felt his airways constrict, making it less easy to breath. His heart was racing in his chest when he notices that her wedding ring was missing from her finger. Did she know?

He puts his hand on hers, refraining her from cutting the vegetables. She looks at his face in confusion, wondering why he stopped her. She notices his green eyes staring down at her fingers. Her heart clenches in her chest and she felt herself let out a shaky sigh because Harry finally noticed. 

She sees him swallow thickly, his green eyes red around the rims. His lips part when he looks up to see the broken look on her face. She could no longer hold her strong facade and she immediately feels a single tear leave her eye.

“W-Why don’ yeh wear your ring anymore?” He asks in a whisper even though he knew the answer. It’s not like he didn’t notice before. Whenever he’d come home in the last few days, he’d notice her ring finger bare when she was asleep. He didn’t think too much about it at the time but now as he looks at her hand, he felt his heart break in his chest because she knew. He knew that she knew. 

Y/N inhales deeply, gathering the courage to say what she’s been wanting to say for the past few days. “Stopped wearing it once I found out you were no longer mine.”

Harry’s eyes widen, the tears pricking the back of his eyes. He felt his lip wobble and he bites down on his lower lip. Y/N looks at his face, noticing how pale it went and how his eyes are glossy. 

“I-I don’ understand I-I–” Harry stutters, twiddling with his thumbs, not knowing what to say.

“Please, don’t say anything,” She says calmly but on the inside, she felt like she was falling apart. She felt like her heart was going to burst at the amount of pain it felt. “What was it, Harry? Hm?” She asks him. “W-What made you do this? What did I do to deserve this? Tell me, did I do something wrong? Were you not happy anymore?”

Harry stays quiet, not knowing how to answer her questions. His tears can no longer be held and he lets out a choked sob. 

“How long have yeh known?” Is all he asks.

Y/N shakes her head at the fact that he ignored her questions. “Three weeks.” She says, noticing his face break even more. “I notice how you were no longer there with me. You were there, Harry. But you weren’t there,” She cries. “And I tried so hard to convince myself that you would never do something like this. I tried not to jump to conclusions but Jesus, Harry, I smelled her on you and I saw the fucking marks on your neck when you came home drunk the other night! And you think I didn’t notice that you weren’t wearing your ring either!” She finally says, her chest heaving by the end. She felt her head spinning and her chest hurt from the agonizing pain of heart break. 

The air was knocked out of his lungs and he felt like he could no longer breathe at all. He didn’t what to tell her. It wasn’t her that caused him to cheat on her. It was him. It was all of his fault. He met the woman when he out with some friends and he’d accidentally slept with her after getting too drunk. He felt guilty the next day, sobbing in his car outside of their home while his wife was waiting inside, worried sick. 

He didn’t know how to tell her that after cheating on her, he saw that same woman again and developed a sexual affair with her. Harry should’ve known that he was going to get caught eventually. He would ignore the guilt that was at the back of his mind when he was kissing the other woman. He would ignore the sad look on your face every time he left.

Now he felt all the guilt and regret crashing down on him like a sudden wake up call. Seeing her look at him with the broken look on her face dawned him that he could never heal this. She was never going to forgive him. They both knew that.

“I-I can’t stay here anymore,” She whispers sadly and Harry immediately became alarmed at her words. He shook his head, going around the kitchen counter and getting on his knees.

“N-No, I messed up. I know I did. I wasn’t thinking. Please.” He begs, crying out and she pretends to act like it doesn’t phase her.

Y/N pulls his arms from her waist, pushing him off of her but he only tightens his arms. 

“Harry,” Y/N cries out loud, “You can’t do this. You’re the one who ruined this. Ruined us. The moment you decided to even kiss another woman was when you ruined it. A-And the fact that you went back to that woman and decided to have…” She felt herself stop right there, her throat constricting, preventing anymore words from coming out. She couldn’t say the word because it hurt too much and the image that’ll come to mind 

“Our marriage is ruined, Harry,” Y/N says coldly and Harry felt a sharp pain in his chest because hearing her say it out loud felt like a stab to the heart. 

Three years of being married and it only took one decision for it to all crumble.



alright homies, this fucking sucked. I apologize to the anon who requested this if it’s not what you wanted :( I have a hard time imagining Harry as a guy who would cheat so this was a bit difficult to write so i didn’t know how to end it *sigh* plus this is my first angst one lmao. Hopefully i can finish up my other stuff soon to show you guys. I’m gonna be posting less due to vacation.

one more thing, I didn’t proof read at all so ignore any typos. Thanks. 

Imagine being Professor Snape's apprentice and him protecting you from Professor Umbridge

(I just got too inspire from a hc that was sent in XD hope i did it justice and you all like it :D Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owner.)

You were called into Umbridge’s office again this time this week and this time it seemed she wasn’t going to let you off so easily.

The woman was accusing you of using magic to distract the others while in her class and you couldn’t believe it. Clearly, someone was setting you up and you just didn’t have any of it.

You started to argue with her and after opening your mouth to say one thing against her methods, your realized how utterly screwed you were. The old hag silenced with a glare and sudden smile.

1000 lines it was for you and 1000 lines you wrote. The marks in your hand from her quill had engraved into you so much, you knew they were going to last for a terribly long while.

As she released you, you cursed the wretched woman under your breath and made sure to hide your embarrassing punishment under your sleeves.

Your friends who waited for you by the stairs, quickly went to join you. They asked you countless of questions and you were quick to dismiss them. You asked for the hour and soon enough, realized how late you were to your next lesson.

Although, classes were over for the day, you still had your private potion lessons with professor Snape to attend to. Quickly, dismissing them away, you ran down the stairs and just hoped he was still there waiting.

~~~~

For as long as you could remember, you always had a love for potion making and had from the start of your years at Hogwarts, you begged him to let you learn more and let you help him.

After being so persistent about it, your work finally payed off and he had offered you the apprenticeship you wanted so badly. Your tasks were rather simple, it included brewing some potion, putting ingredients away in new jars, cleaning up the potion room and in exchange professor Snape would give you extra insight in the world of potion making.

At first, it was pretty awkward, him being cold and a little too blunt. He would have a habit of pointing out all your wrongdoings and would rather barge in to handle things himself rather than explain to you carefully.

Surely, you ended up adapting to him and learned to read from his expressions and sighs to correct yourself beforehand, and oddly enough you grew to be right with each and every one of them. Slowly, he became less stuck up with you, nodding in praise and even letting you know you did great and so on.

Your relationship with him became less strained and even in his own classroom, as eventually you were regarded as the only one he had absolutely nothing to say against.

With you being so hardworking and trustworthy, he got used to your frequent company and couldn’t deny he was somewhat attached to you.

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Noticing the first few minutes pass, he bit his lip in slight annoyance but kept his calm, trying his best to not get too worked up by your sudden and slight tardiness. He moved himself to go work on some stuff beforehand and tried to forget about the time for the little while.

However, soon enough, alone and bored, the few minutes started to become a good hour or so and he was starting to get worried rather than grow angry from the situation.

It was truly strange of you to not be on time, he knew something was keeping you up at that point, certainly he couldn’t ever imagine you missing out on a lesson on purpose, even when you’d be more than sick you’d show your head up and make him have to practically walk you back to your room to keep you from staying.

Certainly something was up and he knew he had to figure it out. Getting up from his seat, he moved towards the door as calmly as he could, collecting his thoughts on a clear and reasonable explanation for this.

As he opened the door, he felt his heart jump in and his eyes widened in surprise to see you so sudden. Out of breath, you pushed him out of the way and quickly got in, preparing yourself to start brewing some potions.

“I’m so sorry, Professor! I-It wasn’t my intention to keep you waiting for so long! I just forgot about today…”

Looking at you back, he frowned at your last words. “Forgot”, impossible he thought, if anything you had every set out date in your notebook and you would even write it out on your hand in the morning just to be sure.

He knew something was off with you, you weren’t yourself. You seemed too distraught and nervous and he had yet to open his mouth.

Trailing his gaze down, he noticed how you kept avoiding showing off your hands as you’d take out the needed ingredients and how you kept them closer to yourself more than usually.

Following your movements, he finally caught a glimpse of something new with you. It was too weird of a sight to see you with gloves all of a sudden and he knew for sure something was up. He approached closer to you, being careful with his steps to not just scare you away and stealthily reached to your shoulder.

Gripping onto you, he made you turn around to finally face him. His eyes went down to your hands and quickly you tried to hide them behind your back. Growling, he tried to force your arm out.

“Y/N…I don’t think you forgot about today…But rather something was keeping you…”, eyeing up from your nervous gaze to your hands.

Reaching down to your wrists, he pulled your hand up, forcing you to look and explain yourself.

“You really expected me to believe that you had forgotten about today…”

You shied your gaze away from that remark and were truly cornered. You didn’t knew what to say properly, feeling like letting him know of what happened would disappoint him a little too much.

From that simple look, he knew you wouldn’t say anything more and he finally had his opportunity. “Take it off…”

“Professor I-”

“Take. It. Off. Y/N…I am not repeating myself…”

With his authoritative gaze upon you from higher up, you sighed in defeat. Doing just as he asked, you slid your glove off the hand he was holding you from, exposing to him your newly fresh scars from your punishment.

You could feel his grip tightening the instant he caught sight of the little red marks. Darkness was filling his eyes and you swore you felt anger coming from the way his grip shook. He knew exactly whose work it was and just couldn’t believe she even dared to lay a hand on you.

There was no way he was ever going to believe you ever did anything wrong, even to her. Gritting his teeth, he pulled your hand closer and traced his fingers along the scars. Feeling and seeing how deep they were, he was fuming at the thought of yourself writing lines and lines, going through such punishment for something you surely hadn’t done.

“Why…”, he asked, wanting to know how to confront the old woman.

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Staying silent for a while, you took a deep breath. From the way he held you, his tone and his gaze you knew you could trust him enough with the truth. As you explained the misunderstanding there was between you and her, he slowly let go of your wrist.

Turning away from you, he made a quick move towards the door, slamming it open as he walked out. Surprised, you jumped and yelped at the sudden outburst.

Registering what had just happened, you realized his intentions and quickly rushed out yourself.

From it had seemed, he was already quite far ahead. He walked as fast as he could, and from his stance and the way he’d stomp, it was clear to everyone who happened to be near by that he was in a hurry to confront someone.

They all made way for him, not saying a word and avoiding his stern gaze. Even the stairs didn’t dare to change as he climbed them up.

You tried your best to catch up to him, and ended up having to run after just to catch a glimpse of him. Finally, you caught sight of him walking towards Professor Umbridge’s office and from the down the hall you tried to beg him to come back.

However, you were too late and already he barged in, slamming the door right behind him. At that sound, the others had grown too curious to not want to know as to what was going to happen.

They all moved in closer to you and to her office, gathering around and trying to keep quiet to listen as to what was being said.

“Professor Snape?!”, the woman yelped at the unexpected visit and sudden slam of her door.

“How dare you enter with no permission?! I did not inv-”

Not caring an instant about her, he moved in closer, towering above her as she sat behind her desk. Frowning and glaring down at her, he snapped.

“What the hell are your intentions towards Y/N?!”

Hearing your name, she faked her ignorance, “I beg your pardon, who?”

“Y/N L/N…”

From the way he said your full name, she realized she couldn’t hide her intention and simply decided to let her thoughts about you known, trying to convince him to her side.  

“Oh that little brat…Enjoys playing jokes a little too much so I gave her what she deserved-”

Not believing for an instant her excuse to have punished you, he groaned in disgust under his breath and staring at her with disdain for even daring using such words to describe you. 

Soon enough he couldn’t stand her anymore with her insolence towards you, he slammed his hands down to her desk, startling her. Cutting her mid sentence, he raised his voice over hers. “You listen to me carefully! And make sure to understand me because I won’t repeat myself!”

He leaned in closer and growled. “The next time I ever see one more scar on my apprentice, Y/N, L/N coming from your stupid quill…or any sort of punishment you can come up with…I’ll make sure it’ll be the last day you’ll ever be seen alive…”

His cold gaze fixed upon her own, he could see the sudden terror in her eyes from the warning he gave her. Smirking arrogantly, he leaned back, straightening himself up.

With nothing else to say, she had to let the man walk out. At his words, everyone outside had gasps and oddly enough your friends kept patting your back and giggling between them from the whole situation.

As the door opened, they all stepped away and tried to act like they hadn’t heard the whole conversation and how defensive he was about you. Your gaze met his as he stepped out. Not caring about the others around, he nodded you over, telling you to hurry and join him for your lesson.

Following his footstep, you couldn’t help but smile, thinking to yourself about how protected you actually were.


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and i’ll ask for the sea

Pairing: Jon Snow x Daenerys Targaryen
Summary: The morning after boatsex. (Can be read as a follow-up to this drabble.) Written for Jonerys Week, Day 5: Smut.
Rating: Explicit
Word count: 6,079 (yikes sorry)


A soft knock on the cabin door roused Jon from a surprisingly restful sleep. He remembered where he was when the weight compressing his chest lightened as Daenerys lifted her head, also awakened by the sound. Even half-asleep, Jon’s battle instincts stirred, honed by too many nights of sleep sacrificed while on watch, wary of an ambush. He shifted underneath her, ready to lunge off the bed for his clothes and a sword that wasn’t there, but he stilled at the touch of her fingers on his shoulder. Stay, they said.

“Come back later,” the queen called to her visitor. Her voice was thick with sleep and honeyed by an easy contentment he’d never heard from her before.

A moment passed, then, “Of course, your grace.”

Missandei. Was that laughter he heard in the Naathi woman’s voice? Jon told himself he was being paranoid. Still, he only relaxed down into the featherbed when it became apparent that Missandei wasn’t going to enter—and that Daenerys had no intention of moving, either.

Without looking at him, she laid her head down on his chest, where it’d been resting all night, apparently. Jon remembered holding her against him, just like this, after they’d lain together. Their light, aimless conversation—for once not fraught with talk of politics and battle strategy and the dead—had waned at some point in the night, and they must have drifted off to sleep. He was warm beneath her, the two of them cocooned in silk sheets and fur.

Actually, he was sweltering. Her bare skin was sticky-hot everywhere it touched his. For Jon, someone used to the frigid nights of the North, he couldn’t recall a single morning during his time on the Night’s Watch where he hadn’t awoken with limbs nearly frozen stiff. Only on the nights he’d curled up with Ghost had he’d been close to this warm, and even then, the direwolf’s body heat didn’t compare to the warmth radiating from Daenerys now.

How hot did the Dragon Queen’s blood run, he wondered.

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