cheek and lip stain

B.A x Reader #1

Prompt: “It’s not okay.”

You sighed softly as you poured the rest of your tea into your sink and made your way to the living room.

Barry was sitting on the couch, staring straight ahead with a blank expression. He hadn’t said anything for the past few days and he was barely eating. You were honestly surprised to see him out of your bedroom for once.

Barry didn’t react to your presence, even when you placed your hand on his chin and tilted his head to face yours.

When his eyes met yours his gaze was hazy and unfocused. His eyes were glossy, his cheeks were still tear stained, but his lips were no longer trembling like they had been when he had been crying. It broke your heart to see him so distraught.

“Barr…” Your thumb drew circles over his cheek. “How are you feeling? Do you need anything?”

For the first time in a week Barry shook his head. “I’m fine,” he whispered hoarsely.

“I’m ok-” his voice cracked and suddenly tears were washing over his cheeks.

“Oh gods, Barr.” You held Barry’s face between both hands as you tugged him closer.

“It’s okay,” He whimpered, trying to shake his head out of your grip. He was beyond embarrassed. All he had been doing since returning from Flashpoint was mopping and crying. He felt like a nuisance to you and the only reason he felt like he needed to answer your question was because the sadness you felt over his emotional made him feel like downright shit.

You gripped Barry’s face sternly and shook your head, your eyes never leaving his. “It’s not okay. Barry, you’re not okay.”

You tugged him back down and you lied back against the armrest, pulling Barry on top or you. Immediately, he wrapped his arms around your waist and dug his face into your chest, sobbing. He gripped you shirt into his fists like a lifeline and nothing could stop the tears pouring down his face and into the dip of your chest.

His face felt hot and feverish and he was pretty sure there was even snot coming over his lip.

He didn’t care. He broke down.

You held him tightly, pressing your face into his hair as you sobbed with him. You heart broke at the anguished sobs racking his body and it killed you knowing you could not do anything to ease his pain.

You kissed his hair, his temple, his forehead, but nothing could get him to stop. Not for the first time, you wished you could carry some of Barry’s burdens.

Barry held onto you, afraid you may just slip away into thin air. He had lost so much, he didn’t want to lose you too.

Through his sobs and cries he began to scream. His teeth scraped against your collarbone lightly as he bawled, cursing and begging for the pain to stop.

You closed your eyes tightly. At that point you were ready to sell your soul for Barry’s pain to go away. But you had no idea how to do that and Barry desperately needed you so you simply held Barry as if he was your lifeline and wept together.

You wrapped and arm around his shoulders and pressed more kisses everywhere your lips could reach, tears rolling and dropping off your face like a waterfall. “I’ve got you, Barr. I’m not going anywhere. I love you, my beautiful boy.”

Let Me Protect You - Mitch Rapp

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Mitch Rapp/Reader

Word Count: 11,337

Warnings: WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN? 18+, NSFW, Oral (both receiving), Orgasm Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Daddy Kink, Shower Sex, Wall Sex, Bondage, Mitch’s Scruff, Mitch’s sexy ass arms and muscles and abs and face and MITCH’S ENTIRE BEING

Notes: Holy. Shit. It’s long overdue but THAT WORD COUNT??? I am dying inside from this. I hope you dirty people like this. Please let me know because this literally killed me inside to write. 

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types of kisses (part i)

  • wake up kisses pressed gently to the column of A’s neck or the underside of B’s jaw.
  • morning kisses; gentle and lazy, humming in contentment, limbs still tangled together, hands wandering over soft exposed skin.
  • stay in bed kisses, mischievous and deep, punctuating flirtatiously whispered bargaining words.
  • come back to bed kisses left on A’s neck and shoulder, unhurried and tender, with arms wrapped around A’s waist.
  • rushed late for work kisses, a flash of heat before hurrying out the door.
  • tender kisses when one brings home flowers for the other.
  • sticky ice cream kisses, sitting on a bench in the park and laughing against each other’s lips.
  • cheek kisses that leave red lipstick stains.
  • kisses absently left on the backs of hands, fingers entwined in silent comfort.
  • joyful kisses peppered across foreheads and cheeks between scattered giggles.
  • comforting kisses pressed to tear-stained cheeks between whispered words of reassurance and concern.
  • heated kisses with gasps in between, hands tugging at clothes and exploring skin, bodies pressed close. giving in.
  • long, slow kisses in the afterglow, fingers woven through hair and hearts beating in unison.
  • soft goodnight kisses exchanged on lamp-lit doorsteps on chilly autumn evenings.
  • a single loving kiss left on the other’s forehead when they fall asleep snuggled close together.

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: angst

word count: 1,186

description: “Pull over. Let me drive for a while.”

note: I kind of decided to start this out of the blue. There are days when I want to write, but I don’t necessarily know what, so that’s why I’m starting this. They won’t be everyday or on a schedule, just purely to test out different aus and such. But yeah, hope you guys enjoy!  ♡ 


It had been exactly two hours and twenty-seven minutes of torturous silence.

The only sound that managed to break through was the low hum of the car engine as the landscape turned into miles and miles of endless trees lining both sides of the road. Not even the radio was playing in an attempt to stunt the pained thoughts that you couldn’t seem to stop from cycling through your mind.

One more day. That’s it. That’s all you have left together.

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bad behavior // ch

ultimately inspired by The Maine’s new single, ‘Bad Behavior’ and a conversation between me and @kacieblogs

this was quick, it was choppy…enjoy?

I feel okay all over,
Void of all composure.

Quiet moments are rare.

Calum’s sprawled over the bed, socked feet just hanging over the edge. He’s visible just in the corner of the reflection of the mirror, head turned so his eyes can watch as you blend your foundation into place. There’s a stupid smirk stretched over his lips, one hand tucked beneath his head and the other resting on the bulge his mesh shorts do little to conceal.

Honestly, he should have been up ages ago. But the room is barely bathed in the light that slips through the crack in the curtains and there’s a hazy glow to bathroom lights you’ve yet to replace. Music hums along in the background, your phone still anchored to the wall by it’s charger, unable to get ready without something to bounce around to, but unwilling to let the battery drain before you’ve even stepped outside for the day.

You’re lining the bow of your lips just as you glance up, new tube of lipstick hanging between the grip of your fingers. Your eyes catch his in the reflection of the mirror; you’re standing there, only half of your lips filled in with color and looking kind of ridiculous, but you’re wrinkling your nose and smiling at him anyway. A final, somewhat sarcastic purse of your lips and you blow his reflection a kiss.

He thinks that the stupid jokes and the endless teasing he’ll have to endure when he slips in late to rehearsal is worth it.

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Be mine, angel - Sirius Black x Reader

: Hey sweetie I just read your last Sirius writing and I got the idea of him x reader where she is the most wanted girl in the school but suprisingly doesn’t attend the yull ball and Sirius (bc he loves her) then goes to her room and find her crying?💞💞💞💞 
Warnings: swearing? a bit? My English.
Pic isn’t mine. Credits to its original owner.

It was a bit annoying.  Not that you weren’t enjoying it, but after a while it just became tiring. You had to decline an invitation to a date almost three times a day. Some of them were really persistent; They would ask you out almost every day just to receive a forced smile and a no, no thank you. You were known to be the female version on the school’s heartbreaker, but not exactly. You didn’t sleep around with everyone. Actually, you have never said yes to anyone. And that’s because you only wanted one person. That heartbreaker. His name was a synonym for one-night-stand and other even less complemental things. You, however, never gave a single sign that you were interested. You liked your heart whole and not in pieces, thank you very much.
You were about to join the conversation that was held among your friends-more like Lily being overdramatic about James, but you understood her very well-when someone, a cute Hufflepuff, walked right in front of you.
“Hello” you greeted him. You knew where the whole thing would lead but being rude to someone was not your thing. Well, not always. If anyone, anyone at all was all over your friends for any reason, you were fierce, like a tiger protecting her babies. It was just your nature.
“Hello Y/N” he addressed you kindly. He was really cute, handsome even. There was one problem though. He wasn’t him. It would be really selfish of you to date people like understudies because you couldn’t have the one you wanted. It wasn’t fair.
“Would you like to go out on a date with me? Hogsmeade maybe?” he asked you with hope burning in his eyes. You took a deep breath. It wasn’t exactly easy to decline everyone.
“You are sweet. Thank you, really. But I have to say no. Sorry” you said sweetly, with a sympathetic smile. You really didn’t mean to hurt his feelings. He smiled back at you, a bit sad.
“It’s okay. See you” he waved you goodbye while he was walking away. You hmphed. You hadn’t noticed that the guys were standing right behind you, having witnessed the whole scene. Therefore, when you turned around, expecting to find Lily and Marlene, you slightly jumped in surprise.
“Hello, boys” you cooed. You wouldn’t admit, really, but you tried to flirt with him in a subtle way in every chance given. You all walked towards the Great Hall in order to eat breakfast. Yes, your first decline was before 8. It was going to be a big day.
“Hello, love. Tell me something. How does it feel to break hearts?” Sirius asked you mockingly. You weren’t that innocent to drop it.
“Why don’t you answer that yourself, love?” you said, emphasizing the last word, almost spelling it out loud, voice like honey. He smirked. Merlin, you loved that smirk of his. Just as every other girl.
“Where have you been all my life?” he asked flirtily. That was just your thing. You would flirt with each other shamelessly but it would stop about there.
“Hiding from you” you said in a fake sweet tone while you batted your eyelashes once and pierced his eyes with your look. The guys laughed but he wasn’t going to stop yet. Lily was eyeing you knowingly. You knew that she believed that you should stay away from him. In all honesty, you had tried it. And failed. Miserably.
 “Go on, don’t be shy, babe. Ask me out” he winked at you. You smiled innocently and played with a strand of your hair.
“Okay” you answered while smiling wider. He was taken aback. You took a deep breath pretending to be stressed out.
“Get out” you said, dropping the smile and the fake tone and showing him the exit.
Marlene snorted. For a second, you thought that he looked hurt, but nah.
“Padfoot, stop flirting. Let us eat breakfast in peace” Remus asked pleadingly. He was trying to read a book at the same time. You smiled apologizingly towards him.
“I’m not flirting. I’m just being extra nice to someone who is extra attractive” Sirius informed him wiggling his eyebrows, causing Peter to choke on his porridge.
For a while you ate in silence, secretly thanking Merlin. You poured some milk into your coffee, bringing to your lips, taking a sip.
“I know milk does good for the body but damn girl, how much did you drink?”. You choked. He grinned triumphantly.

You had learned that a Ball would take place here, in Hogwarts. Christmas Eve. Your days were getting more and more annoying. You couldn’t recall how many times you’ve had answered a simple ‘no’ because it was exhausting. And today was the day your heart broke, the day of the ball. You were sitting alongside Remus in the common room. He was reading a book and you were thinking and dozing off while staring at the fire.
“I am going to the ball with Black!” Marlene exclaimed too happy to notice your strained face. It was like all air left your lungs. You wanted to be happy for her, but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel. Anything. Everything was such a blur. You were numb. You couldn’t believe you were so stupid to actually think he would ever look at you like that. But why Marlene? Why your friend?
“Hey. Y/N! Aren’t you excited?” Lily asked you beaming herself. She had said yes to James. Everyone was happy. Happy. You took a deep breath and shook that word out of your mind.
“I am! You girls have fun!” you said with a fake smile that only Remus got. He furrowed his eyebrows but soon his eyes widened momentarily as he probably came to the same realization you had, three years ago. He looked at you with the question burning in his eyes. You just nodded with the slightest movement. He wouldn’t sell you out.  Thankfully nobody understood that you weren’t about to go.  
“Have fun Rem” you wished him as you stood up, leaving the common room, heading to your dorm. The girls were probably in Lily’s room so you would be alone. Remus tried to call you but you didn’t respond. You just kept going.  Oh, Merlin.  It was going be one hell of a night. In a very bad way.

You could hear the giggles and the laughs. You could almost taste the sappy sappy romance. You could sense the tension between some couples. The sexual tension, that is. But you couldn’t see because of the tears. It had hit you. All those boys asking you out… they never truly liked you. They liked the way you looked. Looks fade fast. Not one… not even one had ever bothered to actually meet you. To talk to you. To befriend you. No one. They just wanted the body. But you weren’t a body. You were a soul, a mind, a heart, feelings, emotions, thoughts. A mess. A chaos. And no one could handle you. He may have stabbed you but you handed him the knife. You showed him where your weak spots are. This was your fault. You should have listened to Lily and stay away. Now it’s really too late. Too late.
The door slammed open, revealing a rather worried Sirius. The day was getting better and better by the second. You hid your face in your palms. You were sitting on your bed, knees to your chest and- you were a mess.
He closed the door behind him. You wanted to scream at him to get out, but your mouth wouldn’t obey.
“What’s wrong love?” he asked you. He came closer, sat on the bed next to you.
“Stop it. Please” you whispered. You couldn’t keep pretending. Him, calling you love?
“Stop what love?”. His voice revealed concern. Why did he care?
“CALLING ME LOVE” you snapped, tears staining your cheeks, lips trembling, hair falling out of your messy bun. You couldn’t stop now.
“Stop calling me love. Flirting with me. Smirking. Laughing. Smiling. Touching me. Stop being in my life. Just stop. Go to Marlene and leave me alone” you whispered-yelled. You were sobbing. Hard. He was taken aback.  
“You’re jealous?” he asked indiscriminately but there was something more.
“YES I AM JEALOUS! I am in love with you, you moron. I can’t stand the fact that you’re flirting and sleeping with everyone and that you are with Marls now. She is my friend, Sirius. My friend. Why her? You could any girl you wanted. Why her?”. The words flew before you could contain them.
“Because I couldn’t have you. Or so I thought. Because of you, my reality is better than my dreams” he breathed out, voice low and sincere. He grabbed your legs, wrapped one of his arms around your waist, making you sit on his lap, straddling him. His other hand cupped your cheek, his thumb wiping off your tears away. He gripped your chin, forcing your head up.
“Did you know there are 21 letters in the alphabet?” he asked you, with a playful smile. You blinked.
“There are 26” you answered pouting.
“Oh right I always forget U R A Q T”* he concluded and you cracked a smile. He beamed.
“There it is. My favorite curve. Well…” he trailed off. He squeezed your bum and you let out a laugh.
“Be mine, angel”.

*U R A Q T= You are a cutie (just in case!)

archie and cheryl dating would consist of:

  • red lipstick stains on his lips and his cheek and his neck and on the rim of his water bottle when he offers her a sip after practice
  • his beloved varsity jacket draped over her shoulders when she’s in her cheer outfit because let’s be real, fashion icon cheryl blossom would not wear it willy-nilly when there is potential outfit-clashing
  • (she does, however, make a habit of stealing his cardigans because they’re comfy and usually work with her wardrobe)
  • (speaking of fashion, graphic tees make her cringe and luckily archie doesn’t own many, but she lets it slide whenever he wears his spiderman shirts because it’s his favorite comic book in the world and it also happens to match her spider pins so whatever, it’s perfect)
  • archie fiercely defending cheryl at the drop of a hat
  • against her family and their classmates and even his friends from time to time, because it happens, it’s cheryl, there’s a lot of history, but veronica and kevin are open enough and betty and jughead are less so for reasons that he understands, but they make an effort for archie, and when polly gives birth and betty sees cheryl totally in love with the twins and there for polly, it’s easier to let the past be the past
  • archie talking his dad into letting cheryl stay for dinner and eventually staying some nights because her house is a hell hole and now that she’s confessed the extent of the bad blood between her and her parents, he wants to keep her as far away from that horror house for as long as possible
  • and yeah, i believe his dad would warm up to cheryl because she’s not her parents and when you learn to chip away at that wall she builds up he sees how vulnerable she is, how much she craves warmth and love and acceptance, and to just be wanted, and then he finds himself spoiling her a little
  • archie complimenting cheryl literally all the time, about anything and everything, because she gets this soft look in her eyes and it’s obvious that she didn’t get this kind of validation from her own family and has to teach herself to be confident, and she is and that’s great, but it’s nice to actually be told your worth instead of always having to convince yourself
  • on the flip side, cheryl doing the same with archie, praising his talents and his kindness and his big, big heart, because he’s always the first to put himself down and he shouldn’t always have to apologize for himself
  • cheryl is a Feminine Icon, okay, she’s no one’s property, but she likes wearing archie’s jerseys because he looks so damn happy to see her in his number and she really likes that
  • also it gets him all hot for her and she likes that too
  • speaking of which: archie always playing with the hem of her skirts when she’s straddling him when they makeout
  • because she’s always on top when they makeout, let’s be real
  • but, okay, maybe not always because sometimes she just likes how it feels to be held, likes the way archie lowers her all gently on his bed and kisses her soft and slow and sweet, and he towers over her like he’s trying to keep the rest of the world away
  • cheryl painting her toes on his bed while he messes with his guitar or does homework or plays video games with jughead
  • and on that note, cheryl and jughead being witty and catty with each other, but it’s actually kind of fun, and they’re also two different brands of cynicism and sarcasm and they kind of work together, too? and archie gets a kick out of it, just watches his girlfriend and his best friend bicker and get in full-blown debates at the dinner table while his dad shakes his head
  • archie and cheryl cuddled under a blanket in his backyard or on his porch while watching a movie on his laptop because it’s “like the drive-in” and she rolls her eyes but is actually very touched and he can tell
  • archie and cheryl sitting on the same side of the booth at Pop’s, sharing a strawberry milkshake
  • archie actually putting thought into his outfits because he knows fashion means a lot to cheryl, and jughead just rolls his eyes
  • archie constantly having to shoot apologetic looks when cheryl drops one of her infamous one-liners and then struts away, leaving everyone stunned in her wake, and archie is outwardly exasperated but inwardly amused by the whole thing
  • cheryl probably falls in love with archie before he falls in love with her because she’s always been so intense and had all this emotion in her and hasn’t had very many people care for her as genuinely as archie has and so of course she’s going to latch onto that, and archie feels like an ass for little while he’s still trying to catch up with her, but he knows it won’t take him long to get to that point too because it’s cheryl
  • the first time they say I Love You to each other is probably in the middle of a fight because of course they’re that dramatic
  • and like, when they fight, cheryl always storms away first and archie hates that it’s so easy for her to walk away, but eventually she admits that it’s because she hates when people leave her, so she has to be the one that leaves first because in her mind, maybe that’ll make it hurt a little less, and he knows he can’t promise not to walk away from her since he’s done it before (and yeah, he feels even guiltier about it now), so instead he promises that he’s always going to go after her and makes her promise to give him the chance to
  • basically: archie and cheryl could be everything together
  • and their aesthetic would always be on point
Wolfsbane: part three. [finale]

A;N: So, this originally was a request by the lovely @montanagirlatheart and it sprouted a life of it’s own. I really hope you enjoy. <3

Pairing: Scott Mcall x Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Explicit Content.

Word count: .6,034

Listen to me.

part one. part two.

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Albanian ladies appear to be even more addicted than Osmanlis [Ottoman Muslims] to the use of cosmetics… No sooner are they married than they begin to dye their hair with a decoction made from gall-nuts and palm oil, paint their eyelashes, and extend their eyebrows till they meet over the nose… They redden their lips and cheeks with iris powder or carmine, and stain their nails and the palms of their hands with henna.
—  Lucy Garnett, 1891
klangst headcanon #1

Modern Klance headcanon that Keith reads to Lance when he can’t sleep, whether it be on facetime or in person.

Lance suffers from insomnia, intrusive thoughts entering his mind at times. Waves of insecurities wash over him and he just can’t breathe. It’s even worse when he has nightmares. It’s always of the same thing: in which everyone he loves and cares for realizes how much of a mess he is and leaves him. Cuts him out of their lives.

Although uncommon, on particularly bad nights, he dreams of Keith with tear-stained cheeks and raw lips, voice cracking as he yells,“I don’t love you anymore!” Lance wakes up with a fright, trying his best to convince himself that none of this is real. He’ll lay awake for a few minutes, but he just can’t take it, and with shaky fingers, he calls Keith.

It takes Keith less than five seconds to answer, and he doesn’t need anything but one look at Lance to know that he needs comfort. 

Keith has a full stack of Lance’s books in his bedroom, ranging from Haruki Murakami’s Sputnik Sweetheart to little poetry books he’s picked up along the years of knowing each other. He’ll read animatedly, trying to get a giggle out of his boyfriend. He’ll keep on with it until he can make out a light snore and from the grainy quality of his phone screen, severely dark circles. 

(He doesn’t have the heart to hang up, and he loves Lance to the point where his snores soothe him to sleep. It’s when Lance wakes up the next morning and sees the love of his life, hair a mess and tangled in his blankets, will his heart soar.) 

When Keith decides to stay over for the night and Lance has one of his bad dreams, he’ll hold him tight, so tight he can barely tell their limbs apart. Keith will pick up Lance’s all-time favorite book, Nicole Krauss’ The History of Love, and will read it to Lance until he calms down and falls asleep. He never questions why the brunet urges him to read that particular novel, but he’ll read on to himself when Lance is nothing but still in his arms and realizes that this. This is how he feels about Lance. And this is how Lance must feel about him.

And so the night closes with Keith peppering kisses all over his boyfriend’s face, quietly wishing for the nightmares to disappear, for Lance to realize his worth, to realize that he deserves to be loved. To smile, to laugh. 

(Because once upon a time there was a boy who loved a boy and his laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.)

Daddy’s Little Girl - Part 2

Title: Daddy’s Little Girl - Part 2

Characters: Negan x You/Reader

Synopsis: You used to be a nude cam model. Negan was your favorite customer. What are the chances that you’d see him again now that the dead’s taken over the world?

Warnings: NSFW, smut, smut, daddy kink, smut

Note: Here’s part 2. And oh, there will be a part 3. *wink wink*


“Daddy, I’m home.”

Negan turned around at the sound of your sultry voice and saw you leaning against the doorway of his bathroom, clad in the skimpy school girl outfit he provided you. The lace trim of the push-up bra you were wearing was slightly peeking out from your knotted top, teasing Negan with what was yet to come. Your top reached beneath your breasts, revealing your belly button piercing that Negan extremely loved. The outfit that Negan gave you included a short, pleated skirt that barely covered your ass, a pair of white knee-high socks and some high-heeled Mary Janes. Why Negan has these things was still a mystery to you but they definitely came in handy. You were definitely not complaining.

The look on Negan’s face when he saw you remained the same, he always looked excited and giddy every single time you put on a show for him. It always felt like the first time and you honestly enjoyed that.

“Shit. Fuck. Getting right into it, huh?” Negan remarked with amusement as he stroked his chin with his hand.

He nodded with a smile and leaned back, twirling his hand in a circular motion as he scanned you from top to bottom. “Spin around for daddy, would ya?” he asked and bit his lip in anticipation.

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An Arranged Marriage (Newt x Reader)

**Gif not mine**

I know I said 11:00AM but I had to post it

Request:  Hi can you make newt × reader where they are in arranged marriageand she hates him but he adores her and after year of hating him she finds out that she actually loves him?(sorry if this is confusing😁)  - Anon

EXTREMELY IMPORTANT: So this amazing imagine was written by my good friend Bevin @imherefromninospizza!  But it was edited by me.  She’s bluebird0904 on Wattpad, and her book “Misfits” is  A M A Z I N G!  It has over 345K reads so maybe go check her out!  

Also, if this isn’t an accurate wedding we apologize xD

You nervously fiddled with your diamond earring, watching silently as maids rushed around, hurrying to make you look flawless for your wedding.  A white dress hung around you, a pretty thing with white lace and silk imported from India.  Your hair tumbled around your ears in tight curls, and white gloves hid your long, willowy fingers.  A light blush tinted your cheeks, and your lips were stained a dark red.  This would have been a wonderful day for anyone else, but you weren’t anyone else.  While wedding days usually stuck in your brain as a good and happy thing, you knew it was going to be a bad memory.

Then again, arranged marriages weren’t a happy thought.

Your parents had run out of options for you.  Every man that was eligible to become your husband had left after the first meeting, not being able to handle your disdain towards them.  Newt Scamander was the only one that lasted to the wedding day.  He adored you, but you just wanted him to leave you alone.

“Are you ready dear?” your mother asked, walking into the room and wiping away a tear.

You just glared at her as you picked up the hem of your dress, pushing past her as you stalked out of the room.

Her scurrying footsteps followed you in your wake as you march into the cathedral.  Your father was there waiting for you, his arm out for you to take.  You weren’t exactly happy for the moment, you know, with the whole arranged marriage papers your parents signed.  You sarcastically smiled at your father, who was nearly in tears as well, and linked your arm in his.  The doors to the cathedral flung open.  Your feet dragged down the aisle as the music played, and you had to force the bile crawling up your throat back down.  This was against everything you believed in.

When you reached Newt, he held out his hand for you to take.  You scowled at it, but you could practically feel your parents burning holes into the back of your skull, so you took it, and your father took his seat in the front row next to your mother.

Newt’s smile somehow brightened, and you wanted to slap his puppy-dog face.

The priest started his speech, saying you were connected and yada yada yada.  Newt’s hands were sweaty and warm in yours, but when you tried to wiggle your gloved ones away, he only held on tighter.  You let out a sigh of defeat as the priest turned to you to say your vows.  The recited words flew out of your mouth monotonically.  There was a hurt look on his face when you ended, but he said his vows with all the sappy romance that a person in love would have.

You wanted to rip out his chestnut curls.

“Do you, Y/N, take Newton Scamander to be your lawfully wedded husband?” the priest said.

You hesitated, but finally spat out an “I do.”

The priest nodded, satisfied, before turning to Newt.  “And do you, Newton Scamander, take Y/N to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do,” Newt said automatically, a huge grin on his face.

“Then you may now kiss the bride,” the priest said happily.

Disgust rolled in your stomach as you turned to face Newt.  His eyes were gleaming.  “Are you ready?”

“I’ll never be,” you sighed as you closed the space between the two of you.

Cheers erupted in the crowd.  You pulled away from him.  There was a genuine smile on his face, but it quickly fell away when you spoke.

“Don’t expect me to be anything other than hostile to you,” you murmured in his ear before the reception began, leaving him with a sad look on his face.

This was never going to work out.

**One Year Later**

Sunlight dripped through your curtains, waking you up from your deep sleep.  Your arm was stretched out across the bed, which was still slightly warm.  You and Newt had been sleeping together ever since your mother found out that you were sleeping in different rooms.  (However, you did put a pillow between the two of you).  You first detested it, but now it felt almost… nice.  Although you were never willing to admit it.

Your bones popped as you got out of the bed and stretched.  You were about to open the door when the knob turned, opening to show a confused Newt.

“Oh… I thought you were still asleep,” he muttered, blushing.

“I’m obviously not,” you replied, walking past him to go to the kitchen.

You heard him sigh behind you, and suddenly he had gripped onto your arm, a dejected look in his eyes.  “Why are you so mean to me?” he whispered.  “I just want you to be happy, and if you hate me that much… then I’ll leave.”  Newt let go of your arm, and started to walk away, his shoulders slumped.

You realized you had made a big mistake.  “Wait!” you called out, Newt turning around.  

You realized it wasn’t the fact that you hated Newt, it was the fact you were mad for being forced into a marriage.  But you did love Newt, it just took you a bit to realize it.  You took out your anger for being forced to marry on him, which you know wasn’t right.  You would have liked it much better though if you had the option to marry the person you wanted by your side forever rather than being forced to marry a random person.

But now you realized Newt was that person you wanted by your side.  Forever.

“Newt… oh Newt, I’m so, so sorry  for the way I’ve treated you,” you said, holding both his hands in yours and looking right into his tear-filled sea green eyes.  “I took out my anger for being forced to marry on you, which I never ever should have done.  I know now that you’re the person I want by my side forever.  An intelligent, sweet, charming, and handsome man.  I know I’ve treated you like dirt from the beginning… but now I want a fresh start.  If you want to leave… I understand… but please… maybe give me another chance…?”

A bright smile shined on his face, and he tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear.  “Of course I do, love.  It wasn’t your decision whether you married me or not.”

You leaned in and kissed him.  It was the kiss you had always wanted with Newt, a passionate, romantic, and sweet kiss.  When you pulled away you rested your forehead on Newt’s.

“I’m so sorry for everything I’ve done to you… the truth is… I-I love you, Newton Artemis Fido Scamander.”

He smiled.  “I love you too.”

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anonymous asked:

I wish you would write a fic where Bernie doesn't go to to Kiev but she pulls the breaks on her relationship with Serena, thinking Serena doesn't really know what she wants. Things get tense and then Robbie comes back. (Whether Serena sleeps with him or not would be up to you.) And when Serena tells him there's someone else... Bernie overhears it.

Bernie doesn’t go to Ukraine, in the end.  Gets as far as her car, rests her head against the steering wheel and calls herself a coward, gets back out and practically runs to Hanssen’s office to tell him she’s changed her mind.  He asks her if she’s sure, reminds her again what an excellent opportunity this would be, how well it would suit her.  She thinks of Serena and tells him that yes, she is.

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Throne of Glass Women Being Territorial AF Headcanons

Requested by @rowaelinfirenice!

For more headcanons and other fanfiction kinda stuff check out my masterlist if you want!


-So Aelin may go on about Territorial Fae Bastards (ROWAN AND LORCAN IM LOOKING AT YOU) but our lovely ladies are just as bad. 

-Elide has a thing about Lorcan’s smile. He has this one smile, just a slight tilt to his lips, a sweetness so rare, and anytime a female sees it who is not her she feels like skinning them. She went through a lot to be with this man, step off bitch. 

-It’s no secret the Fae like to train shirtless. It’s also no secret that when the females aren’t training with them they like to… spectate. One day Aelin and Elide are giggling to each other while watching the cadre and some other female comes over to deliver a letter to Rowan. Aelin doesn’t miss the woman taking her eyes up and down Rowan and the way she tries to subtly touch him. Aelin doesn’t see anything wrong with her going over and dismissing the woman indefinitely from delivering to the palace. 

-Lysandra has no problem turning into a snow leopard and scaring anyone who glances at Aedion inappropriately. Aedion finds it hilarious every time she’s does. One time he is with a lieutenant in his bane that he once had ~relations~ with and he touches Aedion a little tooooo fondly and Lys turns into the face of his worst nightmares. The lieutenant still works for the Bane, but the message is clear. 

-The ladies get especially territorial when it’s that time of the month. Luckily Lorcan and Rowan aren’t all that bad at dealing with it. Rowan especially had always known exactly how to care for Aelin, and finds it endearing every time she snarls at someone or pulls him to her side. Her favourite thing to do is get him hot and bothered in front of other woman: her own personal way of marking her territory. 

-When Aelin bites him, which is often, she likes to make the marks as visible as possible. Aedion groans and cringes every time he sees it but Rowan just grins and tell him he doesn’t want to know about the other ones she’s left.
-Manon fucking Blackbeak/Crochan. She has never loved anyone the way she loves Dorian, and she’ll be damned if everyone in the fucking continent doesn’t know it. She used to get weird looks in Adarlan from the citizens, who thought something must be wrong for Dorian to pronounce this witch his queen. It leads to women at social events and whatnot to continue to act like Dorian is the promiscuous prince he was before the war. Jokes on them though because he has zero interest in anyone but Manon. The thing about her though is she isn’t overtly territorial. She laughs and snickers with Asterin about all the foolish woman trying to flirt with her man, and then goes homes and shows him in bed exactly who he belongs to. 

-Manon is bit of a funny one though and sometimes she can’t help herself. Her and Dorian are at a banquet for Chaol’s birthday and Dorian (honestly this was gong to happen sooner or later) had a few ex lovers there. Manon knew straight away because of the looks they gave the king. However, she isn’t one to flaunt her relationship, so she did subtle things to let the women know Dorian was spoken for. She would kiss him and leave her lip stain on his collar or cheek, she would ran her hands through his hair while they kissed and mess it up in a way that completely and utterly her. The Thirteen would tease it for her but she’d only snarl in return. 

-Nesryn has never been all that territorial when it comes to who Chaol is with or his interactions with woman, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t feel anything. When she sees him acting sweet and lovely towards Aelin she can’t help but compare her relationship to theirs. It ends up being Chaol who walks over to her and wraps his arms around her and kisses her until they’re both breathless.
-Now lets go back to Aelin because there was a situation. Like a ‘Just That One Time’ kind of situation. Rowan and Aelin went back to Doranelle after the war so that Rowan could properly introduce his wife/mate to his family. Everything was going so well and everyone was having such a good time when who else but Remelle - Rowan’s ex lover - shows up. She claimed she just wanted to see her old friend but her encounter with Celaena before the war never left her mind and her possessiveness of Rowan didn’t either. No matter he was married to the most powerful fae in the world, Remelle decided she wanted some of that action. Well HAHA you fucking idiot Remelle. Remelle tried to corner Rowan one night, and make no mistake he can handle her shit, but when Aelin saw her trying to get all up in her man all hell broke loose. She set Remelle’s hair on fire, not the fake super close version like last time but actually set the bitch on fire. Not only that but every time someone tried to put it out the water would just evaporate before it got anywhere near her. Remelle left screaming her head off but honestly. Second degree burns aren’t that bad she’s just being dramatic. Enda thought it was fucking hilarious and knew why his cousin was destined for this wildfire of a fae. 

-So picture this. Elide, Lorcan, a pub, and lots and lots of drinking. There are lots of ladies checking out the broody Lorcan, and like he knows but honestly couldn’t give less of a shit. However Elide has had a few and ain’t having it. She drapes herself over the male while he sits on a stool and drunkenly smiles at him. She, as politely as she can, demands that he kiss her as passionately as their first in front of everyone in the tavern and that he profess his love for her. Lorcan thinks she’s mad but does as she says. 

-When the men were together they always lightly tease the behaviour of their wives, having not realised at all that they are exactly the same.

❝You will always be perfect in my eyes… ❞

Plot: Heechul and You two are best friend for a long time and you secretly like him but you feel like you have no chance with him because he has many other girl friends and one day he overheard you confess that you like him to one of your friend.

Pairing: Heechul x Reader

Words count: 1,6k+

Genre: Slight Angst , Fluffy

For anon, I hope you like it! 


Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

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‘Take a picture, Y/N, it will last longer.’ A voice teased you, snapping you out of your daze.

Shaking your head you smiled at the male before you, ‘My phone only has pictures of you, Chullie.’

‘Then you should consider yourself lucky to have all those handsome pictures.’ He ruffled your hair, ‘I have to get going, see you tonight for our weekly movie night?’

‘More like our weekly ‘Frozen’, movie night,’ You tease, earning an eye roll from the elder.

‘Oh how you know me so well,’ He pecked your cheek, ‘See you tonight.’

You and Kim Heechul had been best friends from the day you could possibly talk. You had met him on the play ground as a toddler and you two had been inseparable since then. Your relationship with Heechul was something of a normal friendship, but as you were getting older and wiser, you found yourself falling in love with him.

‘You are making this way to obvious,’ Someone took a seat next to you, ‘Like I am shocked he hasn’t even notice.’

‘Hello to you too, Kyuhyun,’ You looked at the younger in front of you.

‘Hey noona,’ He grinned, ‘You have to tell him sooner or later.’

‘I have no idea what you are talking about.’

‘Don’t act dumb, surprisingly, it isn’t cute on you.’

Panicking slightly, you looked at your watch and excused yourself, ‘Oh look at that, I have to go. Bye!’

Quickly grabbing you belongings you walked to your car. Shutting the door, you took a deep breath and rested your head on the wheel. If Kyuhyun was noticing, you wondered if Heechul did and he was just playing it off cool. Not wanting to over think things, you just drive home and get all the preparations for tonight. Duvets, junk food and some tissues because the sassy male that is Kim Heechul, always shed a tear during the film. All cosy in your onesie, you grab your phone that was ringing.

‘Hello?’ You answer.

‘Hey Y/N,’ Heechul asked.

‘Everything is set, are you on your way?’

‘About that…listen can I have a rain check on tonight?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I am going to have dinner with Hani, she just asked me and you know my rela-’

‘It’s okay, she is important to you and I get that. Have fun.’

With that you hung up and was reminded why you have never confessed to Heechul. He had plenty of female friends that were more suitable to being his girlfriend, much like Hani. She was beautiful, funny and an idol. Everything you didn’t consider yourself. Sighing, you looked at the cosy set up in front of you and couldn’t help but start tearing up.

‘Yah!’ Heechul shouted through the phone, ‘Are you ignoring me?’

‘Jesus calm down, you are going to make me deaf, Heechul.’

‘Then answer my question?!’

It had been a few weeks since Heechul sort of stood you up. Since that day you were very wary around him. You weren’t with him as much and you used to be but it was also because he had a busy schedule. But it wasn’t only physical, but also through the phone. Your long phone calls and text message conversations ended quickly or weren’t as long as they used to be.

‘I have just been busy,’ You were blunt.

‘So busy you can’t see me?’ He questioned.

‘Stop being so over dramatic,’ You rolled your eyes, ‘Plus I know you have been busy as well, aren’t you going out with Momo and Kyunghoon tonight?’ You were trying hard to not show that your voice was cracking on the other side of the phone, ‘I have to go, bye.’

‘What the hell?’ Heechul looked at the phone in his hand, ‘Did she just hang up on me?!’

‘Why are you talking to yourself, hyung?’ Yesung asked, walking into the studio, ‘Are you officially going crazy?’

‘Shut it, Yesung.’ Heechul snapped.

‘What has you all upset?’ Yesung asked with a raised brow.

‘It’s Y/N.’ He confessed, ‘She is ignoring me and I don’t like being ignored.’

Before Yesung could reply, Heechul had walked outside and hit your number again waiting for you to pick up. After a few rings, the call was finally answered, ‘Hello?’

‘Y/N?’ Heechul asked, pulling the phone to see the screen if he phoned you and not someone by mistake.

‘Y/N is in the bathroom.’ The voice was male.

‘And you are?’

‘Oh, I am Sawoo.’

‘And who are you Sawoo and why are you answering Y/N’s phone?’

‘She is just getting ready,’ The male chuckled, ‘We are going out for a date.’


‘Yes, should I take a message? Hello?’

Heechul cut the call and ran to his car. His blood was boiling because he didn’t like the idea of you going on a date with a man he had never met. Stepping on the gas he arrived at your apartment building. He waited for the elevator. He was frantically tapping his foot on the floor waiting for the doors to open. Punching in the code to your apartment, he swung the door open with a force that shocked both you and your date.

‘You,’ He pointed at Sawoo, ‘Leave.’

‘Sorry but-’


You looked at Sawoo with a sigh, ‘It’s fine, just go.’

‘No I will not lea-’

‘For god’s sake.’ Heechul grabbed him by the collar and all but threw him out into the hall way.

‘What the fuck, Heechul!’ You shouted as the door slammed, ‘What are you doing?!’

‘Me? I should be asking you the same question.’

‘Says the man who just threw my date out.’

‘Who is that man anyway?’ He pointed at the door, ‘First you ignore me for the past few weeks and now you are dating some person I don’t even know?!’

‘You are not my father, Heechul,’ You fold your arms.

‘You’re right, I ain’t, but I am your best friend!’

‘A BEST FRIEND THAT DITCHED ME FOR A GIRL!’ You finally screamed, and he looked at you in silence.

You were never a jealous person in general. You knew Heechul was comfortable with many women, but it was starting to affect you so badly that keeping him at a distance was the only way you could fight the urge from spilling your true feelings.

‘You said you were okay with it?!’ He pointed out.

‘Well I lied,’ You rolled your eyes, walking to the door and opening it ‘Now leave!’

‘I am not some commoner you can throw out, Y/N,’ He hissed, ‘I am not done here!’

‘Well I am, not get out!’ Pushing him out, you closed the door before he could come back inside.

Locking it, you could hear him punching the code frantically and trying to open the door. Tears rolled down your cheeks as he banged on the door wanting to enter. Shutting your eyes you sobbed in silence. Three days passed and you hadn’t spoke or even seen Heechul. You sat on your bed with boxes of tissues around you and your best friend consoling you.

‘Are you feeling any better?’ She asked.

‘Do I look any better?’ You asked, blowing your nose that you didn’t hear your front door open and close, ‘I hate this feeling!’

‘That’s what love is, sweetheart.’ She rubbed your back gently, a person standing slightly off to the left of your doorway, ‘You love him, don’t you?’

‘More then anything,’ You expressed, ‘More then a sibling…more then a friend’

‘Then tell him.’ She urged.

‘Yeah tell him.’ The person revealed themselves.

‘Heechul!?’ You both said in unison.

‘You mind leaving us alone for a little?’ He asked your friend.

Giving her a slight nod, she hugged you and left. Heechul was in a pair of black jeans and a large red sweater. He looked horrible and depriving sleep. His hair was a mess on his head as he walked towards the bed and looked at you.

‘What are you doing here?’ You asked.

‘So you like me, eh?’


‘Don’t lie, I heard your confession.’

‘Fine I like you, probably love,’ You threw your hands up, ‘There, are you happy?’

‘How long has it been?’ His voice soft.

‘Does it really ma-’

‘How long!’ His voice rough voice cutting you off.

‘A few months if not a year.’

‘Why haven’t you told me?’

‘Well forgive me Heechul, but why would I?’ You asked, ‘It’s not like you would have cared.’

‘How could I not care?’ Something sad in his voice, ‘I care for you, Y/N and I know that isn’t the truth to why you didn’t tell me.’

Sighing you looked down at your hands in your lap, ‘I was scared. You have all these beautiful woman around you all the time, whether they are friends or fans. I am not like them, I ain’t funny, sexy, talented….I am just me.’

‘Exactly,’ He took a seat on the bed, tilting your chin up to meet his soft eyes, ‘You ain’t any of that. You are smart and beautiful in my eyes. A few days ago when I heard you going out with another man, I didn’t like the feeling it gave me Y/N. I didn’t like the feeling of being shut out because I love you more then a sibling and a friend.’

Before you could even say his name, he claimed your soft lips. You were stiff at the sudden contact but soon melted into his touch. The touch that felt safe and comfortable. The touch that felt like home. Your eyes shut and the tears that threatened to fall earlier suddenly stained your cheek as you kissed him. His plush lips enveloped yours with a gentle touch. He pulled apart and wiped your cheek with his thumb before pressing your foreheads together and whispering.

‘You will always be perfect in my eyes….’

All I Ask

Originally posted by 1980vibes

Originally posted by totheendofthelinepal

Based on Anonymous Prompt: Hello! May I request a Bucky x Reader, in which they break up and it is based on the song All I Ask by Adele? You can choose in which era and all, I love your writing anyway! Have a lovely day and good luck with all the requests :) x


Based on Anonymous Prompt: Hi! Could you do an imagine where the reader dated Bucky for a year before he was frozen in wakanda and they broke up the day he will be frozen and everyone in the avengers team got sad, reader and bucky cried too cause they all thought they’d stay forever together. But years later, when the reader thought she forgot about Bucky, Bucky was now unfrozen and they reunited in a restaurant with the rest of the avengers team?

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panic cord [e.h x reader]

Summary: ‘heey!! so since you’re asking for requests, could I ask for a fic? maybe about evan getting sent home from school because he had a panic attack and his s/o shows up at his house to comfort him (even though they should be at school) ? thank you!!’

A/N: This has been in my drafts for like three weeks so i decided to finally finish it !! i’m sorry anon. honestly think this is very bad, but lemme know what you think.

Words: 1,316

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Teach me how to dance with you (800 followers!)

Originally posted by andwebegin


Pairing: Steve x reader

Warnings: ANGST, little bit of fluff, talk of miscarriage.

Word count: 2.222 (hell yeah)

Summary: Steve’s away for another mission and you fall apart. There’s a secret that has been weighing on your shoulders for way too long and you have no idea how much longer you can keep it from Steve.


A/N without the caps: This is part one to a very random series of mine. It’s based on the song “Teach me how to dance with you” by Causes.

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hello it is your friendly neighborhood trash blogger back again

my heart hurt today and as always, the cause and the remedy were the two loves of my life, jason dean and veronica sawyer

sooo to combat the feels, i concocted a lil jdronica fluff and decided to dedicate it to one of my favorite bloggers, @jdronica, and also one of my best friends, @gender-lessgoon. it’s literally just what i word-vomited in 20 minutes, un-edited, so is probably trash but like ??? at this point i’m just gonna say all my writing is trash and go with it

(side note: i am way too scared to ask questions off anon esp like to jdronica??? in my eyes she is the Queen of the Ship and everytime i remember that we’re mutuals (!!!!) i cry a lil happy tear she’s beautiful and i’m a mess lmao)

anyway accept my humble offering pls

Originally posted by westerburghigh


It wasn’t exactly obvious, at first.

Veronica had always been the more affectionate of the two, for obvious reasons. She was the one who grabbed JD’s hand in public, she was the one who kissed his cheek when he did something she found adorable (which happened all the time- JD could have sworn he had a permanent lip gloss stain on both cheeks, not that he was complaining), she was the one who bought him cookies and flowers and coffee when he was sad or tired or hungry.

JD showed his affection for Veronica in other ways. When she shivered, he wrapped her in his trench coat. He was the one who stood behind her and glared at anyone who tried to hurt her in any way. He was the protector.

And he was so used to the way Veronica mixed endearments into her speech, always calling him ‘honey’ or ‘darling’ or ‘sweetie’ (terms which he would never admit gave him butterflies, just a little), that it took him a while to catch on.

When they were at school, she would say it when they met and again when they parted. When they were on a date, she would say it through laughter or in a lighthearted way. When he was sad or angry or afraid, she would say it gently as he put his head in her lap and she ran her fingers through his mess of curls. It was second nature.

It dawned on him as he was in her kitchen one day, listening to her sing as they washed the dishes from the meal they’d made together.

“Your voice is amazing, Veronica,” he said to her after she finished her song, and she giggled, splashing him with water.

“Thanks, sweetie,” she laughed. “I love you.”

He paused for a moment, then turned to her with a slight frown. Her eyebrows raised.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“You say that all the time, you know,” he mused, and her face relaxed into a smile.

“Well, you always love hearing it,” she said with a shrug, and JD felt his face heat up just slightly as a faint blush dusted his cheeks.

“And I always love saying it,” Veronica added.

JD didn’t reply, just walked across the room and tossed her a hand towel. She caught it, automatically drying her hands, as her face creased in confusion.

“What’s this for?” she asked, setting it aside as JD dried his own hands with another towel, setting it on top of hers.

“I’m going to kiss you,” he said seriously, taking a step towards her as her face flushed adorably. “I’m going to kiss you, and it’s going to be amazing, because you love me, and I love you too.”

Veronica’s hands flew to her mouth, and she pretended to be shocked.

“Why, Jason Dean, you’ve never said that to me before,” she said, and her tone was only slightly joking.

“Well, expect a lot more of it from me,” he replied, standing in front of her.

“Because I love you,” he said.

His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close.

“And I love saying it,” he continued.

Her hands rested on his chest as their faces drew closer together.

“And I’m always going to love hearing it,” she whispered.

Their lips met, and he kissed her until her head spun and her world dissolved and she forgot everything but one eternal truth.

I love you.

unseen (m)

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

summary: jungkook struggles to keep his hands to himself

rated m for mature themes. word count: 740 (drabble of sorts)

Calm and calculated that was Jeon Jungkook. He is daring today, pushing up beside you on the kitchen counter. He watches inches away as his two best friend’s furiously tap at their controllers, eyes focused on the bright images flashing upon the screen in front.

He comments on the dull weather and you hum flicking at the page of a magazine. At a glance the interaction seems innocent enough, your brother’s best friend casually engaging in conversation with you. Unseen, his hand wanders up the soft flesh of your thigh his grip tight, fingers smoothing over your skin as he hikes up the soft cotton of your shorts.

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