hands you your cupcake

You Have No Idea

Originally posted by gryffinclaw-in-wilde-times

Peter Parker x Shy Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: Peter and the Reader go to school together, however once Peter shows up at Stark tower, the Reader is curious as to why he is there.

Word Count: 1,930

Warnings: language, fluff, adorableness, talk of powers, annoying Tony, shy reader (bc I’m trash). (Err, that’s it?)

A/N: To the anon that requested this, I hope you like it! I sort of changed it up a little bit, so I hope you don’t mind. The length of this, I apologize, holy shit. I could not find a way to end this. *Also, the Reader’s powers are based on the character Catiana (in case you are wondering!) Please let me know what you guys think of it, I’d love some feedback. Enjoy reading!


Walking into school, you held tightly to your backpack and moved swiftly through the crowd, avoiding an “accidental” bump in with anyone that came unexpectedly.

Since you had a few minutes before your first class, you went to your locker and replaced the books in your backpack with the ones you needed today for classes.

Rolling your eyes and groaning as you picked up your heavy Algebra book, you stuffed it roughly into your backpack.

It’s not that you hated math, it’s just you weren’t that great at it, which definitely bothered you since you were in a class full of legit geniuses.

Not only did that class give you anxiety with being called on or not understanding anything, but it was also because there was one nerd who always caught your attention. The one that should probably be in college level math rather than Algebra in some high school. The one who looked so soft and cuddly. The one with the never ending collection of sweaters.

The one named, Peter Parker.

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Horny // Cole Sprouse

15 with Cole from the prompts + Can you write 15 with Cole ?

Prompt: “Are you seriously horny right now?”

Warnings: Swearing, mention of smut, Half-assed smut

Word Count: 740

Characters: Cole Sprouse, Dylan Sprouse, Matthew Sprouse (mentioned)

Authors Note: So, this isn’t even really bad smut, it’s just the first ‘sexual’ scene I have written and I’m so sorry if it’s crap. But I intend to get better. ;)

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You were currently seated at the breakfast bar in Cole’s parent’s house, your chin resting in your hand as you watched Cole prepare some cupcakes for the celebration of Cole’s dad’s birthday. Dylan was originally supposed to prepare it all, but he stated to Cole he just wanted to lounge around and play Pokémon, so Cole was pushed into the kitchen and here you were, watching the beauty that was in front on you, and quite frankly, turning you on.

He wasn’t even doing anything to turn you on, really. He was just being him, and that honestly made you so flustered. You didn’t know what to do about it, you just had to sit there and deal with it. Maybe it was the way his hair fell over his face. His brown shirt hugging his figure, the sleeves pushed up, showing his forearms.

“What are you staring at?” Cole looked at you, the electric mixer still in his hands as he whisked the batter, looking at you with a smile on his lips. You sat up straight, shaking your head. “Nothing. You’re just really pretty.” You grinned, hopping off the stool and making your way around the counter, your shoulder brushing against his as you opened the refrigerator, pulling out a can of diet Coke and grabbing a glass. You opened the can, pouring half of the drink into the glass and sliding Cole the can, your hand brushing against his bum as you walked back to wear you were sitting.

“You’re a bit cheeky, aren’t you?” Cole laughed a little, adding some chocolate chips to the cake mixture and mixed them in. He pulled out the cupcake tin and some cupcake wrappers. After organising the tin, he looked up at you, seeing you playing with your bralette strap, and he finally worked it out.

“Are you seriously horny right now?” He quietly exclaimed, looking at you with slightly wide eyes. “It’s not my fault!” You whined, a pout on your lips. “I can’t help that you’re gorgeous and my body reacts in a way that is completely inappropriate in this situation!” You huffed, taking a sip of the Coke and running your fingers through your hair.

Cole sighed, pouring the mixture into the wrappers. He was silent the whole time, chewing on his lip. As soon as he had put the several cupcake tins in the oven and set the timer, he looked at you, his eyes grazing over your body. “What am I going to do with you?” He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. You could almost see the cogs working in his brain.

“How are the cakes coming along?” Cole heard his twin brother barge into the kitchen, his hand resting on Cole’s shoulder as he looked between the two of you. “You two in the midst of an argument?” Dylan wondered, chewing on the toothpick that was between his teeth.

“She’s fucking horny, Dyl!” Cole blurted out and your jaw dropped.

“Cole!” You had exclaimed, looking between the twins. You had covered your face, letting out a quiet groan as you heard Dylan laugh. “Just take her upstairs and I don’t know, have a quickie or something.” Dylan suggested before grabbing your glass of Coke, throwing the pair of you a wink.

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“I can’t believe you told Dylan I was horny.” You gasped as Cole’s hands worked his way to your bra clasp, lips on your neck as he undid your bra, lips on your jawline. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I didn’t know he was going to cover for us though.” Cole’s hand made its way under your shirt and his fingers gently pinched your nipple, rolling the bud between his index finger and thumb.

You let out a quiet moan, hands tugging at his hair as he pulled your shirt over your head, throwing it to the ground, along with your bra. Cole was quick to work on unbuttoning your skinny jeans, but was interrupted by a continuous knock on the door. “What!?”

“You might wanna check on your cupcakes, buddy. And Nonna is looking for you and (Y/N) so you might wanna finish whatever you two are doing.” Dylan laughed as you let out a whine, pulling on your bra and shirt, buttoning your jeans back up.

“This is all your fault.” Cole pointed at you, a smirk on his lips.

“And I will 100% make it up to you.”

Sincerely Three Fourth of July Headcanons

Here are some headcanons with the reader and the DEH boys, partially inspired by @dr-evn-hnsn‘s post about Evan not liking the noise from fireworks!

Jared:

-        Jared gets super into it the clothing aspect. He wears those bathing suit bottoms that look like an American flag and red-white-and-blue sunglasses and flip-flops with stars on the straps

-        He’s so excited he convinces you to spray a couple strips of your hair with that spray-on temporary hair dye so you have red and blue highlights

-        He starts a competition to see who can make the biggest splash jumping into the pool

-        Everyone knows he’ll win but he convinces everyone to play anyway

-        And he just freaking leaps into the air and does the most massive cannonball into the water

-        You get absolutely soaked but you’re laughing anyway

-        He’s all sputtery when he comes up and is blind since he’s not wearing his glasses, and you come up behind him and grab onto him

-        He twists around and grabs your waist and kisses you while dragging your around the pool

-        And then he scoops you up and starts to climb out of the water and you know what’s coming

-        “Jared NOOOOO”

-        “babe no don’t worry I got you, I won’t drop you”

-        But then he freaking throws you into the water

-        And obviously jumps in after you and you guys end up kissing again until everyone else starts splashing you and then Jared starts splashing them back and it’s suddenly total chaos

-        He gets Very Sunburned because he’s a pale nerd from spending so much time inside playing videogames

-        When it’s time to make dinner, Jared starts off helping with the grill but then ends up in the kitchen with you so he can snag bites of watermelon and potato salad

-        There’s a table for the adults but Jared convinces you to sit at the kids’ table because the kids love him

-        Everybody eats way too much and Jared gets into a burping contest with your little cousins

-        As it starts to get dark he “supervises” while they play with pop-its and sparklers

-        Which is really just an excuse for him to play with pop-its and sparklers

-        He flipping loves sparklers

-        There’s lots of cuddling on the lawn when the fireworks go off

-        And so much kissing

-        Also Jared singing “Firework” in your ear until you’re both laughing hysterically

Evan:

-        The boy is always wearing blue, so obviously that’s what he wears today, but he insists it’s patriotic

-        “Look, my shoes are red, so it works!”

-        The house is really crowded, but everyone’s outside so you and Evan hang out inside for a while

-        Heidi is making cupcakes and the two of you help her

-        She has this cute blue and white apron

-        And apparently Evan has one two

-        You can’t help but giggle when he puts it on but really it’s adorable on him, which you tell him

-        Evan puts red, white, and blue icing in piping bags and starts piping all these pretty, swirly designs on the cupcakes

-        He helps teach you how to pipe the icing…you hold the piping bag and he puts his hands over yours and guides you

-        After the cupcakes are finished, you and Evan decide to try the pool

-        You both agree you’ll go back inside if it gets too overwhelming with all the people outside

-        You’ve never seen Evan in his bathing suit and the shorts are incredibly dorky with big white hibiscuses on them

-        He looks very cute

-        You and Evan get in the pool and it’s LOUD

-        Most of the kids are at the shallow end so you guys go to the deep end and go underwater because the noise is obnoxious

-        You and Evan just look at each other underwater and he gets this really shy smile on his face and it’s adorable

-        You and Evan do handstands underwater

-        He gives you little kisses and plays with your hair

-        You guys mouth “I love you” back and forth and then laugh because of all the bubbles

-        You guys wait for a little while after everyone gets out because it’s finally quiet

-        You lie on your back in the water and hold hands

-        Eventually you get out and eat dinner on the lawn because it’s quiet and also you’re still dripping from the pool

-        Everyone goes out front to play with sparklers, and you guys join because Evan really likes sparklers

-        He sits next to you a little ways away from the kids and you guys watch the way the sparklers spark

-        The fireworks start and you’re both kind of uncomfortable with the noise

-        They’re so pretty but you both keep flinching every time one goes off

-        Evan grabs his phone and two sets of earbuds

-        He has one of those earbud-splitter-things so you can both plug the earbuds into the phone

-        He turns on Owl City while you guys watch the fireworks

-        Literally every Owl City makes the fireworks 10000% more magical

-        Evan kisses you while “Meteor Shower” plays and those gold fizzy fireworks go off

Connor:

-        Wears a black tank top and black shorts, obviously. But the hair tie he normally has on his wrist is red

-        You’re pretty sure he stole it from Zoe

-        It’s ridiculously hot out and he ties his hair up in a knot (he refuses to call it a man bun)

-        This hair tie is blue

-        All of Connor’s and your families are there and it’s way too crowded

-        Both of you are tempted to hide in Connor’s room but yours and his parents keep telling you to come out and socialize

-        Everyone’s in the pool but Connor’s just standing there in his black outfit

-        You have your bathing suit on under your clothes but you feel too uncomfortable to take your clothes off

-        He keeps saying he doesn’t want to get in and you’re pretty sure it’s cause he’s insecure about what he looks like without a shirt on (even though he’s actually kinda muscular)

-        You’re also insecure about the way you look in a bathing suit

-        But it’s freaking hot and the water looks really nice

-        You grab Connor’s hand and tug him toward the pool

-        “I’m gonna throw you in”

-        “No, I’m gonna throw you in”

-        “No, I’m gonna—”

-        And then Connor picks you up and he doesn’t throw you in he jumps in with you

-        Like he does a cannonball with you cradled in his arms

-        You come up laughing and wrap your arms around his shoulders and just kiss him

-        Zoe starts yelling at you but really she’s just happy because Connor’s smiling

-        Underwater kisses

-        You pull the hair tie out of Connor’s hair and play with his hair underwater

-        You guys argue about who has better mermaid hair

-        Eventually you both agree Zoe has better mermaid hair than either of you

-        You guys get out when it’s time to eat

-        Connor eats a meal almost entirely made up of watermelon

-        Seriously he eats half a hamburger and like twelve slices of watermelon

-        He gets a stomach ache afterward and the two of you lay on the lawn in your wet clothes and try to find interesting shapes in the clouds

-        Connor’s nose is a tiny bit sunburned and you keep kissing the tip of it

-        Zoe eventually joins you guys on the lawn

-        Her hair is in a really pretty fishtail braid and you ask her to teach you how to do it

-        And of course you practice on Connor

-        Connor rests his forehead on your shoulder while you try to braid his hair

-        It makes it kind of difficult but you really don’t mind

-        Everyone gathers on the lawn eventually to watch the fireworks

-        Connor’s parents put on a playlist of patriotic songs

-        You and Connor and Zoe sit together and watch the fireworks

-        Connor starts out watching but ends up falling asleep in your lap

-        Eventually a loud firework makes him wake up enough to groggily whisper that he loves you

Surprise!

Steve Rogers/Reader/Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: SMUT. M/M/F threesome, polyamori, blow jobs, coordinated Captain America underwear.

Word Count: 980.

Rating: 18+

Masterlist

I know this is a little late, but here is still Steve’s birthday.

Tagging @sexylibrarian1 and @thecrownedrose (please don’t hate me for writing another threesome after you just wrote yours, I’m sorry) @ryverpenrad @papi-chulo-bucky @supernatural-girl97 @brokenanxiety @palaiasaurus64 @marveldcmistress 

And last, but not least @plumfondler Who turned 1 Tumblr year on June 26, I love you and you’re the best! I know is not much and you’re way better than me, but this goes with a lot of love.


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An accident and the aftermath

It’s been a long day, little Y/N was already asleep when Sam buckled her into her car seat. “Buggy already asleep?” Dean asks as the two of them get into the car. Sam sits in the back with you, to keep you company amongst a few other reasons.

“Yeah.” Sam replies as he protectively wraps his arm around your small frame. You promptly lean your head against his chest. A few miles away from the bunker a car t-bones the door of the impala, causing Dean to loose traction as well as control of his car.

“You two okay?” Dean asks when the impala comes to a stop.

“I’m a bit banged up, otherwise okay. It’s (nickname) I’m worried about, she’s in rough shape Dean.” Sam answers worriedly. The eldest Winchester starts mentally chewing out the person that wrecked his car as well as hurt his five year old sister.

After the paramedics arrive everything is a bit of a blur, but time seems to stop when a nurse tells the brothers that their little sister is in critical condition as well as in a coma.

A day later, Cas shows up and does all he can to help you- which isn’t much. “I’m sorry I can’t do more.” He says sadly.

“It’s okay Cas, at least she’s not in critical condition anymore.” Dean answers as he gently rubs his thumb over your small knuckles.

It’s been three weeks and you show no sign of waking up. “I’m going to Bobby’s to fix up baby. Call me if something happens.” Dean says standing up, and as he grabs the keys. The car that is currently in use is one of the spare cars from the garage of the bunker.

“You know I will.” Sam answers as Dean leaves. He then sighs and moves your hair out of your face. “Guess it’s just me and you kiddo.” As expected you don’t make any form of response.
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-Meanwhile-
You were back where you started again. You sit on the ground and start to cry- you just want to go home but you can’t. Someone places a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Don’t cry cupcake; if you cry you’re going to make me cry.” Someone says. You look up and see a person with golden eyes and golden hair standing over you. His presence is comforting and for some reason he reminds you of Cas.

“Who are you?” You sniffle as the golden haired man sits down next to you.

“I’m a friend, and I want to help you.” The man then pulls out a lollipop out of nowhere. Before he unwraps it he offers it to you. “Want a piece?”

“Sammy says I shouldn’t take candy from strangers.” You softly answer. The man chuckles.

“I don’t blame the moose for that one- but I assure you, I’m not a stranger. I’m Gabriel, or Gabe if you prefer…” The golden eyed archangel notices how you still don’t trust him. So he decides to change tactics. “Your brothers and Cas sent me. They’re worried about you.” You wipe your runny nose with the back of your hand.

“I miss them and I wanna go home.” You look at Gabriel with watery eyes.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’ll get you home, I promise.”

“Pinkie promise?” You ask holding up your small pinkie. The golden eyed angel smiles as he wraps his pinkie around yours.

“Pinkie promise.”
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-Sam POV-
I turn on Y/N’s favorite Disney movie, praying for a miracle. Another reason why I turn on the movie is to get the song You Are My Sunshine out of my head. I look at the screen and smile to myself. The part that is playing is one of my sister’s all time favorite parts. “I can’t quote your favorite part of (favorite Disney movie) by myself Princess.” I say. The only response I get from Y/N is the beeping of her heart monitor.

Hours go by, different nurses stop by just doing their rounds. Good news is, is that Y/N’s condition is slowly improving, but she’s still in a coma. What I wouldn’t give to hear Y/N’s laugh, or see her beautiful (eye color) eyes right now. I gently squeeze my little sister’s hand. It’s extremely soft- insomuch I nearly miss it, but Y/N just squeezed my hand in return. I fish my phone out of my pocket and call my brother. “What’s happening Sammy?” Dean asks when he picks up.

“Y/N just squeezed my hand.” I reply.

“She squeezed your hand?”

“It was an incredibly soft squeeze, I mean it was so soft in I nearly missed it.”

“A squeeze is a squeeze…hey Sammy I need to go. Mind keeping me posted?”

“Of course. Talk to you later.”

“Later.” With that Dean hangs up. That was one of the quickest conversations that I’ve had with my brother- I’m also confused on what he meant by having to go. He more then likely wanted to get back to fixing his car or he had to use the restroom, it’s one of those two.
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-Your POV-
Gabe has kept his promise on helping you get home, but there hasn’t been any luck on actually getting you back to your brothers. “I’m never getting home.” You sniffle.

“Come on don’t talk like that. It might take a little bit but you’ll get home.” Gabe replies. “We’ll try again later, okay Cookie?” You simply nod in response.

“Why do you keep calling me food?” You randomly ask, you also tilt your head slightly in confusion. Causing Gabe to softly chuckle to himself.

“I’m not exactly calling you food- I’m calling you sugary snacks.” Your friend says as he pops a lollipop in his mouth. “Besides it wouldn’t be fair if I left you out of the mix- I call your brothers all sorts of nicknames.” You let out a small giggle in response. Your friend then offers you a lollipop and this time you accept the candy mainly because you know Gabriel would never hurt you. He’s almost as protective of you as your brothers and Cas.

After awhile Gabe asks if you’re ready to try again to get you home. Surprisingly you shake your head. “Thought you wanted to go home though.” Gabe comments right when you yawn and rub your eyes. “Oh…” you fall asleep against him. Gabe doesn’t let you sleep long though, and he gave you no explanation why he didn’t want you to sleep at the moment.
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-Sam POV-
Normally Dean and I switch off with who stays with Y/N at the hospital- but I haven’t seen my brother since this morning. So I have a feeling that’s not going to be happening tonight. Cas pops by with an angel I thought was dead. “I thought you were dead Gabe.” I comment.

“That wasn’t really my thing.” The archangel replies as he places two fingers on my little sister’s forehead using his grace to heal her. He mutters a few things under his breath. When he removes his fingers he smiles. “She’ll be okay and waking up soon.”

“Thank you Gabe.”

“You’re welcome- besides I like Y/N.” With that the archangel pops off. Leaving me to wonder about what he meant by that.
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-no one POV-
When you open your eyes, Sam doesn’t hesitate to call a nurse. About half an hour later you’re moved from ICU to a regular hospital room. “Sammy where’s De?” Little Y/N asks her (eye color) eyes have a bit of worry and fear in them.

“Want to talk to him?” Sam replies pulling out his phone. You nod as Sam dials his brother’s number.

“Hey Sammy, any changes?” Dean asks when he answers the phone.

“Yeah, Buggy’s going to be okay.” Sam answers looking at you, you smile a little bit in reply. “Also someone wants to talk to you.”

“Oh really who?”

“If I told you it would ruin the surprise.” Sam says before passing you the phone “Say hello.” Your brother gently encourages.
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-Dean POV-
I start to think that Sam hung up on me… but suddenly there I hear a voice on the other line that I haven’t heard in weeks. “Hello?” The person on the other end is my baby sister.

“Hey Baby bug.” I answer standing up and walking away from baby. I’m also trying not to cry at the moment.

“De!” She happily squeaks. I chuckle to myself.

“Whatcha doing kiddo?”

“Sammy put in a movie for me.”

“Did he now, what one is it?”

“(Favorite Disney movie.)” A smile forms on my face.

“Did I miss your favorite part?”

“Uh-huh.”

“That’s okay… hey Buggy could you do me a favor, and give the phone back to Sammy?”

“Otay… love you De.”

“Love you too (Nickname).”
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-No one’s POV-
Once Y/N is released from the hospital she gets all sorts of confused when she doesn’t see the impala. “That not De’s car.” You say.

“Don’t remind me.” Dean replies, as he climbs into the driver’s seat leaving Sam to help you with your car seat. Before San can sit in the passenger seat you give him the puppy dog eyes asking him to sit in the back with you. You would’ve done it to Dean but he was in the driver’s seat before you could even ask him.

“Not today squirt… besides, you’ve got Cas to keep you company.” Sam says when he’s done buckling you in and when he sees the trenchcoat wearing angel sitting next to you.

On the way back to the bunker you fall asleep against Cas- car rides always puts you to sleep. The angel becomes confused on why he is suddenly being used as a pillow. “Is this normal?” Cas asks gesturing towards you.

“Nine times out of ten yes- but mind keeping an eye on her? Rather not take her back to the hospital because she fell back into a coma.” Sam answers.

“She’s just asleep.” Cas replies as he removes his fingers from your forehead. “She’ll be fine.”

For the first few weeks of you being back home at the bunker, your brothers take turns of keeping an eye on you throughout the night- just to be sure you don’t fall back into a coma.
You’ve given both of your brothers a fair share of heart attacks- mainly because when you get nightmares you always go to one of your brother’s rooms… and you never really go to the brother who is keeping an eye on you that night.
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It’s Dean’s turn to keep an eye on you- and the hinges on his door softly squeak open waking him up slightly. He tiredly reaches for the gun under his pillow before turning to see who opened the door- it’s just you and your stuffed animal friend. “Why are you still awake kiddo?” Dean asks with a yawn.

“Scary dream.” You reply softly, you then say you stayed with Sam the last time you had a nightmare. Dean disguises a chuckle as a yawn, before making room for you. You then crawl under the covers and snuggle next to your brother absorbing his warmth.

“Night munchkin.” Dean says as he kisses the crown of your head- yeah you’re going to be just fine. Baby on the other hand isn’t going to be roadworthy any time soon… much to Dean’s annoyance. Even though he’ll never admit it, he would rather have his baby destroyed, but his family is alive; than the the other way around… a car can always be rebuilt; however the pain of losing someone that you love is like a wound that never wants to close… a wound that always finds away how to open after one is positive that it’s healed.

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That Connection [1/?]

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Tech!Reader

Warning: None, swearing prolly at some point? Haha

A/N: This is a spin off of Criminal Minds Penelope x Morgan relationship, only they end up together at the end. haha. There will only be like 5 or 6 parts to this at the most. Hope you enjoy, let me know if you want to be tagged.

You being the tech analysis for the Avengers, you’re at their call 24/7 specially when they take off on missions. You have a great relationship with the whole team, but the playful, witty banter you have with Steve is next level, your his favorite girl and he’s your blue eyed god. Little does he realize you’re harboring a deep, brooding love for him, now if only he returned the same feelings.

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You could hear the phone ringing in your office, you picked up pace, speed walking in heels wasn’t something you were well rounded in. Quickly you make it to your chair rolling across the floor, you reach your phone.

“Speak to me.” You grin into the phone.

“What took you so long?” Your favorite voice comes through the line.

“Awe love, worried someone else is getting my love?” You smirk as you begin typing into the computer gathering the information the team was calling for.

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The Seven Kinds of Love

Words: 7984

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut

Summary: Love - an intense feeling of deep affection.

Originally posted by sugataecups

One; the first time you feel love for something other than Mr. Sprinkles, your stuffed rabbit, is at age five.  

Barely crawling from your mother’s embrace and still scared of skeletons in your closet; you were a tiny child with big dreams in the cruel world. Your parents shielded you from the harsh realities and you lived within a glass bubble but it was perfect.

One sunny afternoon, the playground looked like a dazzling place to be. So, you squirmed out of your mother’s embrace and despite your father’s worried shouts, you ran to the slide and Namjoon slides, quite literally, right into your life.

You bonk heads together and the first time you turn to him, your eyes are blurred through salt water. He’s startled when you begin to cry and he follows with his own wailing after. Both parents come running and when you point to each other, they exchange apologies. Your parents cradle you in your arms and you are sheltered before love could ever hurt you.

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Those who are Broken | Chapter Twenty

Everyone has a soulmate. Except the Broken. 

Word count: 3199

↬ My life is a cluster fuck. I do not have the time for this. Send help pls.

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Originally posted by gothdollysedits

“So, you and Jimin now?” Your eyes shot open, staring up at Taehyung as he ran his fingers through your hair. The two of you relaxed under the tree in the courtyard, your head resting on his leg as he leaned back against the tree. He smirked down at you. “It’s true.” You opened your mouth, but he interrupted you, “He came by and we had a chat.”

“Oh.” You relaxed.

Taehyung pinched your nose, moving your head side to side as he smirked. “Told you I’d make your dream come true,” he said, tone light and playful as you swatted his hand away. “I’m your guardian angel, Cupcake.”

“You’re a pain in the ass,” you retorted, closing your eyes. The cool breeze that blew past you was relaxing, the sun half hidden behind the dark clouds. You were slowly falling asleep, and with Taehyung playing with your hair, you would fall asleep faster than you anticipated.

When someone plays with your hair, it’s pure bliss. No one can tell you otherwise.

As time slowly ticked by, you found yourself at that point in sleep where you’re asleep, but still conscious. That point where you’re standing on a thin line, pretty close to falling into a deep sleep full of peace and just happiness. You are so close.

“Noona!” So fucking close. “Noona!” Jungkook yelled again, loud footsteps being heard, coming closer.

You opened your eyes, exchanging looks with Taehyung, who only shrugged as you sat up. Coming to a stop, Jungkook bent over, hands on knees as he panted heavily from most likely running the whole way here from wherever he came from. “What is it?” you asked.

“Girl,” he gasped, weakly pointing behind him.

You frowned. “Your stalker is back?” you asked, looking past him to see if the familiar blonde would pop up. No one was behind him.

“No.” He swallowed, taking in a deep breath as he stood up straight. “The girl with the—” He pointed to his eyes, taking in another deep breath.

It took you a minute, trying to understand his charades, but you finally got it. “Oh.” You snapped your fingers. “The girl with the glasses? The one I told you to ask out a while back?” Jungkook nodded in confirmation. “What about her?” Your eyes lit up in excitement. “Did you ask her out?”

Jungkook shook his head this time. After finally evening out his breathing, he said, “I accidentally ran into her, and I noticed while I was apologizing that my name is on her wrist.”

“And you didn’t ask her out?” you asked, voice a little excited and louder than you expected.

You noticed the white under his blonde turn champagne. “I didn’t because when she noticed my surprise, she asked me out.”

You were now on your feet, excited for the younger boy that his name finally appeared on someone’s wrist, and the girl you pointed out. “You said yes, right?”

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Night to Remember

Word Count-1892

 Prompt-The Kraken Spiced Rum and the phrase “Damn, that was a night to remember.”

 Characters/Pairings-Gabriel x reader, Sam and Dean mentioned.

 Warnings-Drinking, fingering, unprotected sex

. A/N-This was written for @winchester-writes Birthday Challenge. I blame this all on you Rose. Between the prompt and the research, well smut happened. Apologies to @skybinx-blog, who betaed this, I feel asleep on the couch after work. 


             Sam and Dean had dragged you to the bar saying that you’d been sitting in the bunker by yourself far too much lately.  Some night out, it took less than an hour for both boys to find a hook up leaving you alone at the bar.  As you finished your Kraken and coke the bartender set another drink in front of you.  Puzzled, you looked up at Glen.

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Imagine Chris coming home early for your birthday.

A/N: My loves, this is a piece for all the birthday babies. Special shoutout to @shadowprincess0218 who requested a imagine for her birthday, here you go. Happy birthday, hun! Hope you have a wonderful, fantastic day. X

You strolled home from Magnolia Bakery with your phone against your ear and a paper box containing your favorite chocolate cupcake in your hand. You were on the phone with your boyfriend, Chris, who was in his home away from home in California due to work commitments. His job and its constant need to take him away from you didn’t bother you until it came to things like birthdays and anniversaries and holidays; those were the times that made you miss him the most. His absence made the day seem like just another day, which was why you declined when your friends wanted to take you out to dinner to celebrate.

“I wish you were here,” you told Chris and he smiled. “I don’t even care if we just eat cake and watch TV, I just want you to be next to me.” You used your shoulder to hold the phone against your ear so you could start picking at your cupcake. “You, me, Dodger-” you murmured with your mouth full, “that’s all I need.”

Little did you know that Chris was actually sitting on your apartment doorstep with a bouquet of roses in his hand and a small black box in his jacket pocket. He’d been planning to propose for a while- two and half years he’d been together with you, he didn’t want to wait any longer considering he knew six months in that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

He had planned quite a few times to pop the question but nothing ever seemed perfect enough for someone as special as you. He finally decided to just do it when you subtly reassured him that you didn’t care how he did it because as long as it was him asking, that was that mattered. It was thanks to his mom, actually, that you found out he was thinking about proposing. A week ago, while you were having lunch with Lisa and she let slip he was stalling because he couldn’t think of the ‘perfect’ way to propose. You were touched because it was kind of cute; you always knew Chris was the kind of guy who wanted the perfect proposal memory. But you were also impatient because it could have been another two and a half years before he figured out the perfect way to propose, so you nudged him along. You had no idea the nudge took him to today.

It’d been a whole month since he last saw you and his heart skipped a beat when he did. You turned the corner, looking as beautiful as ever in something as simple as a soft grey sweater, blue jeans, and black thigh high boots; his breath hitched in his throat and he smiled. He took a deep breath and got to his feet, straightening his brown suede jacket as he descended from the stairs. His heart started to pound against his chest; his hand tightened around the bouquet and he patted the small bulge in his jacket pocket. This was it, he was going to do it. He chuckled as he watched you; you were too engrossed with your cupcake to realize the one person you wanted to see was standing not thirty feet away from you.

“It’s a little difficult to book a last minute flight for dogs,” he told you and your eyes narrowed at the echoey effect. “But it’s not so bad for humans.” He chuckled softly, holding up one hand to give you a small wave when you looked up. “Hey, I have to go.” You let out a breathy chuckle of disbelief, smiling so wide that your cheeks hurt. “I just saw the love of my life walk up,” he said into the phone then hung up.

“Chris!” You ran towards him, dropping your cake as you threw your arms around his neck. He laughed and picked you up and spun you in a circle. “Oh my God,” you felt your eyes welled in your eyes and you buried your face in the crook of his neck. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too, beautiful.” He let out a satisfied sigh, clutching onto you tightly. “God, it is so good to see you.” He squeezed you as tightly as you squeezed him, neither of you wanted to let go because the past month seemed like an eternity. “Phone calls and FaceTime sessions will never make up for this.”

“Never leave me again.” You told him and both of you chuckled softly because it was an impossible request; as happy as you were, you knew he couldn’t stay for long. “I can’t believe you’re here,” you told him as you started to pull away. “Thank you, baby.” You said when you took the bouquet he was holding out for you. “These are beautiful. You just made my birthday a thousand times better,” you pecked him on the lips, smiling.

“Only a thousand?” He asked with a smile and you chuckled because you didn’t realize he was using that as a segway to pop the big question. “I was actually hoping to make it a million times better.” He told you, slipping his hand into his jacket pocket as he descended down on one knee.

“Oh my God,” you breathed.

“There will never be a perfect time, or a perfect way to propose.” He began, flipping the little box open to reveal a breathtaking diamond ring; from the looks of it, Chris followed the three month’s salary rule which was insane considering who he was and what he did for a job. “But,” he paused for effect, his smile widening as he took your left hand in his. “There is a perfect person for everyone and you, my love, you’re mine.”

“Chris,” your voice quivered out of excitement and nerves.

“Shhh,” he chuckled, pressing one finger to his lips. “I wanted a Disney World proposal but I’m doing it on your doorstep instead, the least you can do is let me make my speech.” He joked and you chuckled, pressing your lips together to show you were going to shut it. “Okay, where was I? Yes, um-” he cleared his throat, catching his train of thought. “I know it’s ridiculous and you may think I’m just saying it for the sake of the romance, but- I knew when I met you that we were going somewhere. You were like this light that wouldn’t stop shining on my life, even the darkest days felt bright with you in it. The past two and a half years have been both an absolute dream and utter hell for me,” he said and your eyes narrowed in confusion; he chuckled softly and explained. “Because you’re amazing and I love every second with you, but it’s also been a long one million three hundred and fourteen thousand seconds to get to this moment. If I could’ve,” his voice quivered as tears welled in his eyes, “I would’ve proposed after our first date.”

“Just ask me already,” you urged, laughing to stop yourself from crying.

“Will you marry me?” He asked, smiling.

“Yes,” you nodded.

He smiled and slipped the ring onto your finger before getting up off the ground to wrap his arms around you and draw you in for the kiss of a lifetime. It felt as though all the stars aligned that night and no birthday was ever going to top this one. Chris broke the kiss and hugged you tightly, you smiled and held up your hand in front of the both of you to admire the ring.

“This is possibility one of the most impractical things you’ve ever bought,” you told him and he chuckled softly, pressing a soft kiss on the side of your head. “Like I love it, it’s beautiful. I mean- don’t get me wrong. I’m very, very impressed with the ring-”

“Then just kiss me and shut up,” he chuckled.

“But,” you continued and he groaned, feigning annoyance; you chuckled. “We could’ve used the money to buy that beautiful house we saw a few months ago, have somewhere we can call ours instead of yours or mine. I mean- yeah, I have my place and you have yours but- don’t you want somewhere we can call ours?” You didn’t know if you were making sense but from the look on Chris’ face, you knew he understood what you meant. “You get it, right?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “But you get my job, right? I can afford to buy both, which is kind of what I did.” You narrowed your eyes in confusion as he pulled away from you. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a set of brand new keys. “Remember your dream house?” Your jaw dropped and you held out your hand excitedly, he chuckled and placed them in the palm of your hand. “Well, it just became a reality.”

Cupcake (Ignis x Reader)

Hey Nif! I have some pure Iggy fluff for you if you’re interested lol 

“Are you sure I can’t help you?” You asked, leaning over the kitchen counter. You let your elbow rest on the cool granite service and supported your head in your hands. You stared longingly at the rows of finished cupcakes already lined up on a serving plate. The icing flavors ranged from vanilla to chocolate. You were just dying to taste one. 

Anything Ignis cooked or baked was an instant favorite of yours. No matter what the ingredient, you loved his meals wholeheartedly. Since you two started dating the range of food you enjoyed to eat expanded immensely.  You even found yourself enjoy stranger foods that you usually stayed away from; like escargot… but only if Ignis made it for you. 

His deserts were to die for. He knew you had no resistance when it came to his pastries. When Prompto left the responsibility of deserts up to Ignis for Noctis’s birthday party, you knew there was going to be trouble in your future. Of course, you were correct. 

“I am quite sure,” Ignis confirmed, busying himself by stirring ingredients into a mixing bowl. 
The leather gloves he usually wore were still stowed away in his drawer. The sleeves of his white button up shirt were pushed past his elbows so he could work in the kitchen more efficiently without worrying about dirtying himself with ingredients.
“Can I just have one?” You pleaded. 

“You will be able to eat one at the party tonight,” he said firmly. 
“Ugh,” you groaned, pushing yourself from your position at the counter to slyly situate yourself behind your boyfrined. You wrapped your arms around him and gently pressed your right cheek against his back. “Please,” you begged, raising your voice’s pitch to bring out the sweetest voice you could muster. 

Your heard his chest rumble as he chuckled at your persistence. 
“If you insist that you cannot wait only a few more hours until the party…” He sighed but you could hear the smile in his voice. 

You nuzzled your cheek against his back. “So I can have one?”
He discarded his bowl and spoon back onto the counter. He used his pale, slender fingers to remove your hands from his waist. He turned to face you and allowed you to lock your arms around him once more. 

He stared down at you with his enchanting seafoam green eyes. “I find my self no longer able to tell you ‘no.’”
You grinned triumphantly up at him. “Yes!” You cheered at your own success. You stood up on your tip toes to place a sweet peck onto his soft lips. Excitedly, you escaped his embrace to hurry over to the plate that displayed the numerous cupcakes. You studied each cupcake carefully, deciding on which one to pick. 

Your eyes locked onto a vanilla cupcake elegantly topped with fluffy, pink, strawberry icing. A bright red cherry rested atop the frosting.  Perfect, you thought. You picked up the cupcake, careful not to drop it. There is no way you were going to ruin your only chance at a sneak peak of tonight’s deserts. 

You brought the treat to your lips and inhaled the scent of sugary strawberries before you allowed yourself to bight into the soft sponge of the cake. “Mmm,” you hummed, shutting your eyes. “Another great kitchen success, Iggy,” you complimented. You slowly opened your eyes and turned to look at the chef. He leaned his back agains the counter, watching you with a smirk as he crossed his arms over his lean chest. 

You glanced back down at your cupcake and quickly plucked the cherry from the top. “Compliments to the chef,” you smiled proudly at him. You practically skipped to his side and held out the cherry to him.

He leaned his head down to your hand and place the cherry in his mouth while you still held onto the stem. He pulled fruit from the stem and you giggled. He sat up once he swallow and inched closer to you. You quickly discarded the stem on the kitchen counter behind you.
“Darling, you have frosting on your lip,” he informed once he was only a mere centimeters from your face. 

“I was saving that for later,” you teased. 
He smirked before gently grazing his thumb over the edge of your lip, removing the frosting and popped his thumb into his mouth, tasting the frosting for himself. 
With the cupcake still in hand, you leaned onto his side resting your head on his shoulder. 
“When did I get so lucky?” You smiled, allowing yourself another bite of the cupcake.
“I was just wondering that myself.”


I LOVE IGGY FLUFF

Bless you this is SO CUTE

OUR TIME APART | PARK JINYOUNG

credit to @jypnior for the gif

one | two | three | four | five 

“I wish all my fans were as pretty as you.” 

pairing: jinyoung x reader 

summary: he’s a successful ceo but just five years ago he used to be the love of your life 

“What?!” Both Jisoo and Jamie exclaimed. “He thought I was sleeping and he told me that if it were him he would have never left.” Just thinking about it made you feel guilty for not having those kinds of feelings for him, he was a good guy and someone you looked up to. 

When did everything suddenly get so complicated?

“Maybe he meant it to be nice?” Jamie asked while looking over at you and shrugging. “I don’t know, I got nothing.” She glanced at Jisoo who looked like she was busy concentrating on something. 

“Do you like him?” Jisoo asked and you shook your head immediately. “No way, he’s like a brother to me.” You replied. “Then what’s the problem? Even if he confesses to you, you are under no obligation to tell him you have feelings for him just because you feel bad. Besides we all know you have feelings for Jinyoung.” You glared at her and she stifled a laugh. 

“I don’t think you have to worry about Mark. I mean what could possibly be the problem that he hasn’t actually told you he liked you?” You glanced down and then back up while biting your lip. “Did I forget to mention that Mark and Jinyoung are friends?” 

Jisoo stared at you speechless. “What do you mean? You didn’t tell me that.” You laughed nervously before running your hands through your hair. “I forgot.” You took a bite out of your cupcake and sunk into your chair. “You don’t think he hasn’t said anything because of Jinyoung, do you?” Jisoo questioned, her detective instincts kicking in.

“What if Jinyoung told him not to say anything because Jinyoung is under the impression that I’ll be crawling back to him?” Jisoo leaned in closer to you across the table and handed you a napkin. “Listen, you don’t need to be worrying yourself with this. If Mark tells you he likes you then you tell him you don’t have those types of feelings for him. If it turns out Jinyoung told Mark to back off then you tell Jinyoung he can’t control your life. You’re making this a bigger deal than it needs to be.” 

Jamie and Jisoo switched the conversation to EXO now, talking about the new music video.

You sat in silence with a half eaten cupcake in front of you because you knew that Jisoo was right. 


Your brother’s apartment was the definition of disgusting, you guessed the reason he invited you over was so that you could help him clean up but when you had gotten there already with the mentality that you were there to clean, it was as if you were stepping onto another planet.

“You cleaned?” You questioned your older brother who was in the kitchen. “Yeah, is that so hard to believe?” He looked at you with squinted eyes before returning to his place at the stove. 

“Wait, you’re cooking too?” Jackson was getting tired of the questions but frankly you couldn’t help it, in all your twenty five years of existence you had never seen your brother do either of those things on his own.

“I’ve had this party in mind for a couple of days, I thought it would be nice to get everyone’s minds off of stuff.” He smiled while pouring in the soy sauce over the chicken. 

“Where is everyone?” You sat down at the counter on one of the stools, setting your bag down beside you. “Mark will be here in a few, Bambam is coming a little later as well. Jamie is coming over with your other friend Jisoo.” He stopped speaking and you grew suspicious. 

“Anyone else?” You asked curiously. 

“Well..” He began while his back was turned to you. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” He took a deep breath and set the chicken to cook while he turned to you. “I know things with Jinyoung have been awkward lately and I would hate to put you in the position but he’s also my friend and I want you both to be in my life.” 

Hearing Jackson say those things made you a bit heartbroken, you never once realized how hard it must’ve been for both Jackson and Mark. “I can put aside my ill feelings towards him if it means you get to be happy.” He patted your head quickly before turning his attention back to the food. 

“Can I help?” You hopped off the stool and looked at all the ingredients laid out on the counter. “Can you dice those vegetables?” You nodded and washed your hands before grabbing a knife and getting the vegetables. 

“Hey!” Jamie said as she walked in with Jisoo and Mark tailing behind her. “I knew I shouldn’t have invited you.” Jackson said while glancing at Jamie who smacked the back of his head out of revenge. 

“Wow this place looks spotless.” Mark said loudly on purpose in order for Jackson to hear. “Ha, very funny.” 

There was a knock at the door and Jamie left to go answer it. You were busy dicing the vegetables you didn’t see Jinyoung walk in. 

“Hey bro!” Jackson yelled out while Jinyoung took a seat next to Jisoo. “This is so awkward, I’m at a party with my boss.” Jamie nudged her while Jinyoung just laughed. “We aren’t at work so technically I’m not your boss.” 

You stayed silent while you chopped but being the clumsy person you are you ended up cutting your finger instead of the carrot. “Ow!” You set the knife down and put your finger up to your mouth. 

“Are you okay?” Jinyoung questioned while rushing over to you.

Mark stared at the scene with bitterness, it seems that whenever it came to you he was always a few steps behind Jinyoung. 

“I’m fine.” You said while you looked up at him, at first with a hint of sass but then you noticed the actual concern on his face and you softened a bit. “Come on.” Mark said as he grabbed onto your wrist and took you into the living room.

“I know where the first aid kit is.” Mark sat you down on the couch before he disappeared into the bathroom only to come out a minute later with the first aid kit. 

“Let me see.” Mark grabbed onto your hand and started applying some ointment so the cut wouldn’t get infected. 

“I can do it myself.” You snapped, grabbing the band aid and moving away from him. “I don’t know who you think you are to grab onto me like that but don’t do it again.” You gave him one last look before going back into the kitchen. 

You stood at the counter and tried to place the band aid over the cut when someone’s fingers slipped around your hand and took the band aid away.

They weren’t Mark’s, his hands were long and skinny. 

When you looked up to see Jinyoung his eyes were focused on the cut and making sure the band aid didn’t wrap around your finger too tightly. It had been a long time since you two had been this close to each other. 

Your breathing hitched as he finished and looked into your eyes. “T-thanks.” You breathed out before backing away from him and going back to chopping. Jamie and Jisoo were confused by everything that had happened and Jamie was trying to decide if Jackson hadn’t noticed or was just simply ignoring the situation. 

“So Jisoo, I heard you’re a big fan of Bambam.” Jackson said after a few moments of silence. “Of course! He’s one of my favorite artists.” Jisoo said cooly. “She’s head over heels for him.” You added while Jisoo stuck her tongue out at you.

“Did you tell her he was coming?” Mark asked. “He’s what?!” Jisoo suddenly stood up from the stool and grabbed onto Jackson who was standing in front of the fridge. “Where’s the bathroom?” She asked frantically while Jackson pointed towards the left of the hallway.

“Be right back!” She disappeared and both Jamie and you were laughing while the boys all looked at you two confused. “She’s weird.” Jackson said. “She’s not weird! She just found out one of her favorite artists is going to be standing in front of her. You’d act the same way if it were Beyonce.” You said at your brother. “Who wouldn’t? It’s Beyonce.” 

With a roll of your eyes you helped your brother get dinner finished and it was only a matter of time before Bambam arrived and Jamie had to practically drag Jisoo out of the bathroom.

“I wish all my fans were as pretty as you.” Bambam said to Jisoo while everyone sat down to eat dinner. 

“Oh my god, really Bambam?” Mark asked while looking disgusted. Jisoo was silent as her face turned red. 

“Thanks for the invite.” Bambam said to Jackson who stared at him with a small glare. “I regret the decision.” Jackson replied. “Why? You two dating?” Jisoo almost choked on the water she was drinking. She glanced at Jackson and then started laughing. “Not at all.” Jackson looked over at Jisoo with a hurt expression. 

“What’s wrong with me?” 

There was arguing now between Jisoo and Jackson, then Jamie joined in and then Bambam, soon Mark was even contributing to the conversation. 

You smiled at your friends before looking down at your plate. You were feeling suffocated and since no one was really paying any attention to you you got up from the table and went out to the balcony.

You were a little tipsy already from the few drinks you had so in order to stabilize yourself you leaned on the railing. 

“You alright?” You heard Jinyoung’s voice and a smile went onto your face as you turned around. “Yeah, I’m okay.” You said. 

“Looks like I found the secret to getting you to talk to me nicely, give you a few drinks.” You looked at Jinyoung and scoffed. “That sounds creepy.” Jinyoung laughed along with you.

Little did you know that this was the first time in five years that the two of you laughed together. 

“I’m only being nice because my brother doesn’t like that we can’t be in the same room together without arguing.” You laughed again and grabbed onto the railing again.

“Is being with me that bad?” He asked suddenly, catching you off guard. 

“Yes.” You weren’t sure if it was the drinks or what but you found yourself getting closer and closer to him.

“I lied that day.” You whispered. “When I said I hated you, I lied. I still love you.” Jinyoung was at a complete loss for words, even though he always knew you still loved him, hearing the words actually come out of your mouth was a whole different feeling for him.

However he also knew you were slightly drunk so he decided to think about your words later. 

“Come on, let’s take you home.” He grabbed onto your hand but you moved away. “No, it’s okay I can stay.” You said confidently as you almost fell on your way inside. 

“Why am I so tired?” You asked Jinyoung who ended up scooping you up into his arms. “I knew we shouldn’t have given her that last glass.” Jackson said as he looked over at you asleep in Jinyoung’s arms. “Are you okay with taking her home?” 

Mark stood up from his chair in a flash and walked over to Jinyoung’s side. “I’ll take her.” He stated while looking down at you. “No, it’s okay. I can handle it.” Jinyoung glanced at Mark before looking down at you when you started to mumble something. 

“Jinyoung..I’m tired.” You nuzzled up to his chest and Mark knew he had lost. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of her.” Jinyoung said to Jackson who nodded and showed him the way out. 


Poor Jinyoung didn’t have any other choice other than to take you to his place when he couldn’t find your keys in your bag. He figured if you got upset with him in the morning he would’ve at least had this night with you.

He carried you up to his penthouse, after turning the lights on he carried you into his bedroom, laying you down on the bed. He looked at you for a moment before chewing on his bottom lip in thought.

He could leave you in that dress but you’d be uncomfortable and end up waking up in the middle of the night or he could change you into some of his clothes and figure out how to face you in the morning.

Jinyoung found himself in his closet, searching for a t-shirt and shorts to change you into. Luckily you had a dress on and he was able to slip the dress off and change you into the clothes all while you were knocked out on the pillow. 

He knew he’d get shit for it in the morning but he just wanted to have a last chance at being this close to you, it reminded him of how things were before he broke your heart and left.

You rolled yourself over as he pulled the blanket over you brushing your hair out of your face with a small smile on his face. “You only had three drinks.” He said with a laugh.

“There are still so many things I want to tell you, even if you don’t give me the chance I can always tell you now right?” He sighed and sat down next to you, his hand touching your skin ever so slightly. He didn’t want to run the risk of waking you up.

“I’ve said sorry so many times to you now that I know it won’t ever be enough to get you to forgive me. When I left I thought that not telling you anything not saying goodbye would be better for you in the long run, but I think I ended up just making things worse. My dad got into some trouble and I had to leave in order to fix things. I didn’t want you getting involved because it was too dangerous so I just left instead,” 

He took a deep breath and continued on.

“I didn’t think it would’ve taken me so long to get back to you and I didn’t realize before just how much I hurt you. It wasn’t until Jackson told me and I felt awful for putting you through that. I don’t want you to blame him or Mark for not saying anything because it was my fault for leaving in the first place. I didn’t want you to contact me in case the guys who were after my dad decided to go after you. Sorry isn’t ever going to change the fact that I broke your heart but god dammit Y/n, you have always been the love of my life. If you tell me that you don’t love me then I’ll walk away and let you move on with your life, but I can’t sit by and watch some other guy try to make you love him. You were always supposed to be with me.” 

The tears that were falling from his face fell onto the comforter and instead of wiping them away like he usually he would he let the tears fall. 

It had been a long time since he was able to fully let out any emotion. He was always so stone cold and emotionless but you always brought out another side to him, even back when you first started dating.

“God I’m so sorry, I wish I hadn’t left. I wish I hadn’t lied to you and I just want you to be happy.” He whispered. 

Eventually he stood up about to make his way over to the couch but it was your hand grabbing onto his that stopped him.

Thinking you were still drunk he tried to tug himself away but you held on tightly.

“Jinyoung, I love you.” 

Jim Moriarty Being Your Neighbor Would Involve

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  • You spot the moving truck in the morning
  • You wait a week to go over and introduce yourself to your new neighbor
  • Hoping to God it’s not some rowdy college students
  • To your delight a rather handsome young man answers the door
  • You hand over your welcome cupcakes you made him and tell him, “Welcome to the neighborhood”
  • He finds you attempt at welcoming him amusing
  • Although he does test your cupcakes for poison before eating them.
  • Never can be too careful.
  • Once you become decent friends you start trash talking your neighbors
  • “Alright, so, Carol has dates at her house every other week, and, believe me she is loud, and the sorority down the street plays screamo at max volume on their speakers, and Marge, well, her casseroles are shit.”
  • He merely chuckles
  • You kinda thought he was gay for a little while because this really gorgeous guy would often leave his house in the morning
  • You later discover that that’s his body guard, Sebastian.
  • “The business I run leaves me a very powerful person, which means people would like to hurt me.”
  • You still think they are at least a little gay for each other
  • He would actually miss you if anything happened to you, so he had one of his assassins shadow you. For your protection of course.
Those who are Broken | Chapter One

Everyone has a soulmate. Except the Broken.

Word count: 1871

Here you go

Chapter list

Originally posted by gothdollysedits

You turned to your side in bed, eyes closed, trying to sleep. About a minute or so later, you turned again. The sound of moans, screams, and grunts were the only thing you could hear in the silence you were wanting. Whoever your neighbor was fucking, they must be really good because all you could hear was a girl begging for more of whatever she was getting.

Groaning, you grabbed your pillow out from under you and placed it on your face. Maybe suffocating yourself would drown out the sex thrilled room next door. When you could still hear them, and they were getting louder, you let out a frustrated sigh and threw your pillow and blanket off you. You got out of bed and stomped over to the wall they were having sex against.

Banging your fist against the wall, you yelled, “Ditch school tomorrow and have sex all fucking day! I’m trying to sleep!”

Just seconds after you stopped banging your fist, a male voice was heard, along with their hand banging against the wall. “Fuck off,” he yelled.

You laughed in disbelief. “These mother—” Before you could leave your studio to yell at the neighbors, a bang was heard on their door. You listened quietly.

Whoever was outside was banging on your neighbor’s door rather loudly. “Hey you fucking horny shits, shut the fuck up!”

“He sounds super pissed,” you quietly mumbled.

The loud sex stopped, but followed angry voices and stomping. The door swung open followed by a male’s voice, “What the fuck do you want?”

“For you to shut the fuck up!” the other yelled back.

“Fuck off, buddy.” Then the door slammed. There was a second of silence before banging was heard again. It continued until the door opened again. “I told you—”

You heard a punch followed by a gasp by a female. “Shut up,” you heard the angry man said before storming off.

You heard the woman say something, but she was immediately interrupted by her lover yelling, “Don’t touch me!”

Letting out a triumphant smile, you walked back over to your bed, climbed in, and happily fell asleep.

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hypnotised (3)

How to say that the tips of my bones

crack into a thousand pieces,

that all the plans in my life have crashed

now that everything was perfect.


 pt 1, pt 2, pt 3

pairing: reader x baekhyun
genre: angst

The half emptied glass of wine was cold when you silently sipped from it. In front of you sat Junmyeon with his worried but also tired expression. His dark clothes and dark circles under his eyes looked so familiar yet so different. Coughing you reminded silent because in fact you didn’t have an answer to his plea. There was a visible shock on his perfect face when you told him about the separation; he for all was the one responsible for the introduction between you and Baekhyun. You could feel the unpleasant stillness surrounding both of you and mechanically you reached out for another bottle of alcohol. It only made him arch his trimmed brow.

“I need it today,” explaining you poured red liquid with dizzy mind. “So please don’t look at me like that, Junmyeon” he averted his eyeballs and stared at his hands. You could sense bitter taste of alcohol almost burning the tip of your tongue.

“I’m sorry, you look really tired” he tried to sound neutral but from all you could hear it was crystal clear pity in his voice. “But I’m completely clueless,” he nervously patted his knee and locked his eyes with yours. The stinging sensation in your chest anew its torture.  You felt as if you were drowning and all you could do was to let it happen. Thousands thoughts ran through your mind but somehow you reminded breathless. How all of this happened?

“You want me to throw away my job, my career, the only thing that is mine and go to Europe with you?” maybe it was wine that has spoken for you but between your raw accusation there were bits of your broken heart. “Because Baekhyun told you that he isn’t going,” your lips formed thin line and before you could stop yourself, you started to laugh. He looked at you with a frown and your façade crumbled. How was it possible to hurt one so much? Strange feeling in your throat made you tremble. Gripping the edge of the table you closed your eyes with overwhelming hopelessness. The scent of Baekhyun’s cologne invaded your nostrils and that’s when you gave in and animal like shriek came from your lips. The past few days turned you into mess, either you couldn’t function without him or you were afraid of loneliness.

Hey, hey. Easy, it’s okay. It’s fine,” Junmyeon’s hands soothed your arched back with careful motions. “I think it will be better for both of you if you went with us. You need to breathe some fresh air, right? It’s selfish but I need him on this tour but you can spend time together and heal” his fingers played with your strands when you cried your eyes out.  "Because you need it and I can see the pain you are in"

“I can’t. He’s deceiving himself Junmyeon. I see how he struggles to deceive himself that he is still in love with me. I need to let him go, I can’t make him miserable” his sad face hovered above you when you slipped out from the chair. “We were too used to each other. He is afraid of not having me around him and that’s all” coming towards another bottle you were stopped by his slender body. “Let me go, that’s the only option” he wriggled your wrist and made you face him.

“No, he is in love with you. He’s always been. You are his happiness and now he’s left without it. I know he loves you, I can spread his love on the walls to show you how much he cares for you. You know his personality. You are his only one, believe me” his forehead wrinkled and he sat you down and sighed. “Both of you should talk this out. You are made for each other. Seriously, go to the Europe, hm?” your head spanned and you nodded at his sweet words. “Come, I will walk you to the bed”

Before he leaves you remembers how it was to sleep with Baekhyun for the very first time. Ironically, it was all Junmyeon’s fault that both of you had to squeeze on his small bed. You had cold feet and Baekhyun joked about you being Olaf and then he kissed you under few pairs of blankets with your limbs tangled with each other. Sleeping in an empty room without any of that loveliness you drifted between sleep and crying.

*

You had red eyes and pillow marks when you saw yourself in the mirror after throwing up. You’ve never been heavy drinker because of your stomach. That’s why now you were regretting your sad drunken night. When you could stand on your own you poured water in a glass to clean the unpleasant after taste. Showering didn’t help so you jumped into comfortable yoga pants and powder pink blouse with cartoon’s character. Having slept almost fourteen hours you were met with the realization that in fact you only had few hours till another evening. Staring at lifeless living room you roamed around it with no purpose. You could feel the pain in your bones and in your heart but you still tried to withstand it. Maybe that’s how broken pieces in your chest mend. Throwing yourself on the bed you stared at the ceiling with resignation. The offer of Junmyeon seemed silly at first but on the other hand you’ve wanted to run away from Seoul for a long time. Maybe that trip could repair broken bond between you and Baekhyun? Trying not to get over excited you unlocked your mobile phone, scrolling past some dates and taping at the one of boys departure. Placing phone to your lips you searched deep in yourself. Was it okay to fly with them? Would it be beneficial to your relationship?

Rolling around you reached out for blank paper and pencil. If you decided to go you needed to be prepared, right? Writing down every essential you’ve thought of, you slowly became relaxed. Almost as if the last night episode didn’t happen. Even your strained muscles didn’t ache so much when you changed into another position. Sighing you were met with full list of things to buy and with another swing you walked towards the closet.

If you decided to go, you would do it perfectly.

*

You cursed under your breath while trying to close your trunk. Buying mid sized suitcase and putting it at the back of your small vehicle was going to cost your nerves. Irritated you slammed the doors and to your own shock it clicked. Letting yourself smile you quickly jumped in and started the engine. You’ve never liked shopping but today when all of the things you’ve bought made you smile, you decided that you should do it more often. Before pulling off you switched to the speaker mode and tried to call Junmyeon to let him know about your decision. He didn’t answer so you left him a message with the information and apology for the last night. Before you could stop yourself you picked Baekhyun’s number and dialling it you bit your lips nervously.

“Hello?”

“Um, hi. Am I interrupting your schedule?” gripping steering wheel your hands became almost ghostly pale.

“No, I’m actually at home. You know, dorm. Is something wrong?” his voice vibrated through your whole body but still you could hear notes of sadness there.

“I was wondering if I could pay you a visit? Short one, of course. There is something I’ve wanted to tell you,” catching yourself in the mirror you winced and closed your eyes. There was nerve-wracking silence for at least forty seconds before he answered.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll be waiting”

Something seemed different in his halo but you repressed that thought and without losing time you drove towards him.

*

He looked like shit.

You’ve never seen him in this state. His hair was ruffled and you could swear that it was greasy. The oversized flannel tracksuit made him look so small and young that your instinct kicked in with double force. Your hand carrying his favourite cupcakes trembled and you put them on the commode. His glossy and bloodshot eyes stared at you with strange look. You felt as you’ve done something terrible. Gulping you stood in front of him, placing some of his tresses behind his ear.

“What’s happened?” your soft voice made his lips flutter. “Are you sick?” he inwardly took step back from you and you stopped moving. “I know about your refusal. But I’ve talked with Junmyeon,” trying to smile at him you failed when he didn’t even look at you. “He suggested that I came with you, I thought about us and I decided to go,” you reached for him and before he could run from you, you hugged his back as hard as you could. “We will go together, okay? We are going to have time for ourselves, we could sightsee and talk about everything. Just as in the past, do you agree?” you knew that you sounded pitiful when your high pitched voice turned into whisper that hit his shoulder blades. “I’ve bought everything today and I’m ready,” clenching your fists on his clothes you prayed for his response. In your mind all you did was to beg.

“You want to go to Europe with me?” his husky sigh sounded relived but strained. Still not facing you his person seemed to contract. “Are you serious?” another question was sputtered from his mouth and he spun around holding your shoulders and digging his long fingers in your skin without pain. “Tell me if you are seriously giving me another chance,” his wide brown eyes searched for something on your face and you slowly nodded.

“I’m here because I love you and I know that both of us are hurt. Both of us needs to sort their feelings out,” his breath ghosted on your cheeks and you thought that he is going to kiss you when his tongue licked his brim. Closing your eyelids your neck strained in his direction.

Only to be met with nothingness.

Your head jerked when you heard muffled crying next to you. He was leaning over the wall and sobbing. Repressing your shock you tried to hold him but he refused giving you his teary gaze.

“Baekhyun, are you alright?” you could feel your knees growing weaker and weaker when his cry ended and he only stared at you with pain all over his perfect features.

“If we are going to give each other another chance I need to be honest with you, just as you were when you’ve told me all of the things when we broke up,” his lower lip wobbled and few tears ran down his skin. “But, remember. I love you,” he dropped his gaze and you were met with silence for a few minutes. Each one hammering into you as a wave. “I’ve cheated on you,” his broken whisper was like a sharp, cold water entering your lungs before you could swam towards the surface.

And then there was only whiteness.    

Writing is a lot like baking a cake.  

  • You might really want the cake, but putting it together is so much effort.  Not to mention that you also have to be focused and careful or it doesn’t turn out the way you want it to.
  • You’re inspired to bake! – late at night, aware that you have an early-morning obligation looming.  To bake or not to bake: that is the eternal question.
  • Other times the batter is just so great and you’re just happy with the idea of the thing rather than the full-baked end result – and perhaps a little overindulgent with those proto-cakes.  Less time, less fuss, exquisite and immediate satisfaction.  Temptation.
  • You could also be missing several crucial ingredients and sifting through your cabinets looking for substitutes (or, miraculously, what you need to get this thing moving along) because you want the result even if you don’t know how you’re going to get it.  
  • You also promised to bring cake to the party.  The party is tonight.  In four hours.  You know it’ll take about one hour for the cake.  You procrastinate for three and a half hours.  Have fun!  (Solution: cupcakes, anyone?  Really good ficlets can still satisfy a sweet tooth in place of a full-fledged fic.)
  • Here’s my favorite: you might be full of energy and have plenty of time, but you’re not in a baking mood, cake just doesn’t do it for you, or you’re caked out.  Guess it’s time to take a lap!

Here’s the thing about cake: what you might be tired of?  That’s someone’s favorite variety.  Or it might be their first encounter with your work and they’re like “this is amazing – how did you make this?”  And you’re just sheepishly tucking your hands behind your head because, well, you goofed at times but those cupcakes did hit it off well and you overindulged in batter and you absolutely sacrificed sleep and sanity to work on a project at three in the morning, but you know what?  You got it done.  You have a cake, a damn good one at that.  

Cake is celebratory and meant to be shared.  Honestly, you’re proud of all those damn hours you spent covered in flour ready to tear your own hair out because the end result really is beautiful.  It doesn’t just make you happy, either; it makes someone else happy, too.  A lot of someones.

Approval, even silent, from people who dare to sample your cake is wonderful.  You did it: you got them to take a bite.  Maybe it wasn’t their thing.  Or maybe they loved it: they recommend it to friends, return to it, want more of it.  Their silence might just mean they can’t word a review that properly encapsulates their feelings about it.   Words are our thing; enjoyment is our readers’.  Few words is not representative of minimal quality.  Appreciation is silent but profound.   But hey, hats off to you if you express your appreciation in our favorite medium: through tags and comments and messages, words upon words upon words.  We love it and crave it and love you in turn.

No matter what, just know that someone loves your work.  You aren’t just talented; you’re a creator.  You made something from nothing.

Writer friends, go forth fearlessly: over-research, toss up your hands, start again, triumph.  What you do is gloriously complex and taxing and time-consuming, and it is a beautiful thing.  We love it.

(Un)Happy Birthday

Pairing: Finn Balor x Reader
Summary: Your family forgot your birthday…again. Despite this fact, you find yourself being reminded of how blessed you are to have Finn as your boyfriend.

Originally posted by baellinswithstyles


You were pretty excited to go home this weekend. You were able to see your family for the first time in a while for Easter. And you were there for one more thing: your birthday!

This year your boyfriend, Finn, was going to be working so that unfortunately meant he couldn’t spend the day with you. He was the one to suggest you go home and you agreed that it was a good idea.

“Alright, my love.” Finn said as he hugged you. “You go and you have fun. Even though we both know it’s no fun without me.” He joked.

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Cupcake (Ignis x Reader)

SFW 

Ignis x Reader

Word Count: 772

Here’s a cute fluffy Iggy drabble for you all. I hope you enjoy…. I really want strawberry frosting now. Ah. 

Tagging @pocketwoman7 because we share a mighty need for some innocent Ignis fluff. 

“Are you sure I can’t help you?” You asked, leaning over the kitchen counter. You let your elbow rest on the cool granite service and supported your head in your hands. You stared longingly at the rows of finished cupcakes already lined up on a serving plate. The icing flavors ranged from vanilla to chocolate. You were just dying to taste one.
Anything Ignis cooked or baked was an instant favorite of yours. No matter what the ingredient, you loved his meals wholeheartedly. Since you two started dating the range of food you enjoyed to eat expanded immensely.  You even found yourself enjoy stranger foods that you usually stayed away from; like escargot… but only if Ignis made it for you.
His deserts were to die for. He knew you had no resistance when it came to his pastries. When Prompto left the responsibility of deserts up to Ignis for Noctis’s birthday party, you knew there was going to be trouble in your future. Of course, you were correct.
“I am quite sure,” Ignis confirmed, busying himself by stirring ingredients into a mixing bowl.
The leather gloves he usually wore were still stowed away in his drawer. The sleeves of his white button up shirt were pushed past his elbows so he could work in the kitchen more efficiently without worrying about dirtying himself with ingredients.
“Can I just have one?” You pleaded.
“You will be able to eat one at the party tonight,” he said firmly.
“Ugh,” you groaned, pushing yourself from your position at the counter to slyly situate yourself behind your boyfrined. You wrapped your arms around him and gently pressed your right cheek against his back. “Please,” you begged, raising your voice’s pitch to bring out the sweetest voice you could muster.
Your heard his chest rumble as he chuckled at your persistence.
“If you insist that you cannot wait only a few more hours until the party…” He sighed but you could hear the smile in his voice.
You nuzzled your cheek against his back. “So I can have one?”
He discarded his bowl and spoon back onto the counter. He used his pale, slender fingers to remove your hands from his waist. He turned to face you and allowed you to lock your arms around him once more.
He stared down at you with his enchanting seafoam green eyes. “I find my self no longer able to tell you ‘no.’”
You grinned triumphantly up at him. “Yes!” You cheered at your own success. You stood up on your tip toes to place a sweet peck onto his soft lips. Excitedly, you escaped his embrace to hurry over to the plate that displayed the numerous cupcakes. You studied each cupcake carefully, deciding on which one to pick.
Your eyes locked onto a vanilla cupcake elegantly topped with fluffy, pink, strawberry icing. A bright red cherry rested atop the frosting.  Perfect, you thought. You picked up the cupcake, careful not to drop it. There is no way you were going to ruin your only chance at a sneak peak of tonight’s deserts.
You brought the treat to your lips and inhaled the scent of sugary strawberries before you allowed yourself to bight into the soft sponge of the cake. “Mmm,” you hummed, shutting your eyes. “Another great kitchen success, Iggy,” you complimented. You slowly opened your eyes and turned to look at the chef. He leaned his back agains the counter, watching you with a smirk as he crossed his arms over his lean chest.
You glanced back down at your cupcake and quickly plucked the cherry from the top. “Compliments to the chef,” you smiled proudly at him. You practically skipped to his side and held out the cherry to him.
He leaned his head down to your hand and place the cherry in his mouth while you still held onto the stem. He pulled fruit from the stem and you giggled. He sat up once he swallow and inched closer to you. You quickly discarded the stem on the kitchen counter behind you.
“Darling, you have frosting on your lip,” he informed once he was only a mere centimeters from your face.
“I was saving that for later,” you teased.
He smirked before gently grazing his thumb over the edge of your lip, removing the frosting and popped his thumb into his mouth, tasting the frosting for himself.
With the cupcake still in hand, you leaned onto his side resting your head on his shoulder.
“When did I get so lucky?” You smiled, allowing yourself another bite of the cupcake.
“I was just wondering that myself.”