i never believed in love before you came

the way you broke my heart was brutal, it wasn’t poetic. there’s nothing poetic about screaming into your pillow in the middle of the night or finding comfort in the round mouth of a bottle or crying so hard you can’t see; there was nothing poetic about my heart after you left.

before you i was carefree and i was never going to fall in love. but you came into my life and you convinced me to trust you, and so i did. i trusted you and i believed every “i love you,” every “i’m not leaving,” every god damn promise. you were supposed to be here, so where are you?

the ringing in my ears hasn’t stopped since you packed your bags, and the bleeding in my chest happens too often. it feels like it’s been forever and i’m scared to forget the sound of your voice.

—  they say that heartache fuels a writer, but since you left it’s been hard to breathe, much less pick up a pen

Life’s funny. I don’t necessarily believe in God or soulmates, but I believe in something. Life doesn’t just throw people into our lives carelessly, so when you came, I swear nothing had ever felt so right. The way you made me feel. The way your lips curved just so. The way our hands just seemed to fit.

But I’d been hurt before. I didn’t want to let you in, but you didn’t care. You took your time and let me keep my walls up until I was ready to break them down for you. You were patient and kind and loving.

I don’t believe in God, but I thank him every night for you.

—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write
the way homecoming Should Have Ended
  • the pain of jeremiah’s actions stings almost as much as the fact that kara knows this feeling well. she wants the betrayal to burn its way down her spine, but it doesn’t, not when she’s been hurt so many times before.
    • if anything, this is a different kind of pain than true betrayal. it is dull, a constant ache, not a seeking one. it’s a pain that says i’m here, i’m always here, i’m always here
  • sometimes when the anger is too much, when it presses down too hard, she flies. sometimes she screams. sometimes—she cries
    • these times, the moments where she curls up on her couch and just lets go–they are rare, born only from the most desperate of dashed hopes
  • there is a knock at the door, and kara mutters something about unlocked– come in. she does not spare much thought to the figure at the other side, too exhausted to lift her head, x-ray the door. whatever she is expecting, it is certainly not lena, carrying a small paper bag
  • “you had to miss lunch today, and well, when i miss lunch, that means i’m too busy to eat, so i wanted to stop by with some d—”
    • in any other moment, lena’s rambling would be endearing. in any other moment, kara would be blushing furiously by now, stumbling, falling
    • in this moment, her breath catches in her throat, comes out as half a sob. she wipes her eyes, a futile gesture, and tries to smile like lena hasn’t just walked in on her sitting and crying, alone on her couch
    • (of all the people, of all the times. kara almost wants to laugh at the universe for being so against her)
  • “i, uh– well, you’re right, i didn’t eat. thank you,” kara says. lena wavers for a moment before shaking her head, stepping forward once, giving kara a chance to rebuke her
    • it would be as easy as sorry, i kind of want to be alone right now. lena is expecting it–who would want a luthor as a source of comfort?–but the words never come
  • so she sits next to kara, tense and unsure, but then kara is sniffling and leaning into her, and lena wraps her arm around kara’s shoulder and pulls her close
    • it is, after all, what kara would do for her
  • they sit like that for some time, silent save for the occasional trembling breath
  • eventually, kara breaks the silence: “my father back on–” she swallows, hard, shakes her head a bit. “my father made the medusa virus. he created it, and when i found out, i was… i was so angry. i had loved him, believed in him. and he had created that? and my adoptive father here he… he betrayed us too. today. he came back, but he–”
    • lena knows kara is supergirl, has known since the moment kara danvers walked into her office for the first time, hot on the heels of clark kent. but the confirmation, uttered with so much trust, so little fanfare, makes her heart clench painfully
  • “it still hurts,” kara says. “even– even though it’s happened before. it still hurts”
  • “it’s because you care,” lena says softly. “you care so much about everyone, and you trust, and you love. that’s not a bad thing. that’s an incredible thing, kara”
    • she wants to say more. she wants to say i never believed i was a good person until you came into my office and sat on my couch and now– now you are doubting yourself, and oh, i wish i could show you the same thing you showed me
    • she wants to say i love you but she’s not sure about that yet, though she is becoming increasingly confident by the day
  • kara leans back so she can look at lena, bites her lip at the way lena is looking down at her with so much righteous affection, like she would take on the world to prove the truth of her words. it is the same look she gives lena. “do you mean that?”
  • lena does not answer. instead, she reaches for the paper bag she had placed on the table earlier. she holds it up for a moment, waits for kara to understand
    • kara brought donuts when lena needed trust, needed love. it is her turn to return the favor
  •  “i figured you could use a donut. you do eat donuts, right?” lena says. kara stares at the bag for a beat, then she looks up
  • finally, she smiles. “well, i’m not human, but—”
BTS reaction: Them being a virgin and wanting their first time with you (request)

I am so, so, so sorry this took so long. I didn’t mean for it took take this long, but things have just been crazy for me and the rest of us on this blog.


Jin:

You two lay on the bed. You were cuddled next to Jin, watching YouTube videos on the laptop placed on Jin’s stomach. Suddenly, he paused the video, “I have to go to the bathroom. Don’t watch it without me.” he said a he crawled out of bed.

“Nah, I’m gonna keep watching.” you said only to be playfully annoying.

“No! See it without me and I’ll stop cooking for you!” he threatened as he left the room.

“PLaY thE ViDeo anD I wOn’T coOk foR You!” you mimicked in a high voice when you were sure he wasn’t able to hear you.

You left the laptop on this side of the bed and got up to just peek around his room as you waited. It wasn’t like it was your first time in his room or anything, you just found yourself wanting to take a look around at the stuff he bought since the last time you were over.

The first thing you did was open the drawer on his night stand. “Headphones… charger… cologne… condoms- wait what?!?” you grabbed at the small box, quickly realizing that it was already open.

You felt yourself becoming filled with rage. You tore up the box open finding out there were only 3 left in the box that was supposed to be packed with 10. “What the actually fuck?!?” You and Jin hadn’t slept together yet, so he obviously didn’t use these with you.”He’s cheating on me!”

“You didn’t play the video did you?” Jin’s voice asked as he appeared in the room.

You angry eyes flew on him. “You’re cheating on me?!?” you practically shouted.

He froze. “What?”

You threw the box at him. “Fuck you!”

His eyes followed the flimsy box as it awkwardly dropped to the floor. “Y/n, wait!” he said, blocking you from leaving the room. “It’s not what you think!”

“I don’t want to hear your stupid bullshit! I want to leave!”

“But Jagi, I’ve never even had sex before!”

“You expect me to believe that?!?”

“Look, they came in a gift basket a fan gave us. We decided to keep it. We each have one condom in our wallets just in case. And I’m the only that is keeping the rest cuz I’m the most responsible and they guys have to come to me to get another one. That way I can talk them out of stupid one night stands.

You continued to glare at him. “And you actually expect me to believe that you’re a virgin, “Mr. World wise handsome”, You “third guy from the left”, you literally could have anyone you just look at”

“But I want you! I love you! If I’m gonna sleep with someone, I don’t want it to be just anyone. Jagi believe me. If you go check my wallet, there is still a condom in there. Look, I can go get the rest of the guys to explain, just so that you will believe me.”

His voice drowned out and the only thing you focused on was the fact that he said he loved you. In all you months together he never said it before. “Y-you love me?

He came up closer to you, putting his hands on your waist. “Y/n, of course i love you.”

You held yourself back from hugging him back or giving him a kiss, you still weren’t too sure if you believed him.

“Y/n, please believe me. The other night at your place…What we did.. That was the closest I ever came to having sex.” he said with his face blushing.

“Really?” You said thinking back to when he came over and things got really heated between the two of you.’

“Yeah” he said with embarrassment. “Why did you think I was all giggly and nervous when you took your shirt off.” His face was burning even more.

Jin had never lied to you before. There didn’t seem to be a real reason for him  to lie to you right now, right? If he really did want anyone else, he could have them in a heartbeat. 

With much hesitancy, you hugged him back. “I believe you” you pulled him into a kiss. “And I love you too.”

Originally posted by jjilljj

Suga:

It was movie night at the dorm. You and your boyfriend, the one and only Suga of BTS were cuddled up on one end of the couch, Jhope sat at the other end of the couch. Jimin and rap monster were on the other couch, Jin and V were collecting the snack from the kitchen, and the maknae was out in the city doing his own thing.

“Guys, hurry up I want to start the movie!” Jimin shouted out to the two in the kitchen.

“Dude! We said to fucking wait!” V shouted back.

“Can’t something be done in this dorm without the need for screaming?” Suga groaned.

Being the good girlfriend you were, you covered his ears to protect him from the loud back and forth shouting. In return he gave you a cute smile and a peck on your temple. 

Suddenly the door busted open and the maknae walked in with an out-of-the-ordinary stride and a huge smile on his face. He marched his way into the center of the living room and stood with pride. 

“Jungkook, move you are blocking the TV.” you whined. You knew there was nothing on yet, but the movie was supposed to be played any second. 

Jungkook ignored you and went ahead and spoke. “Is no one going to ask why I am so happy?” he asked loudly.

“We don’t really care Jungkook.” Suga mumbled.

“Well,  I am happy because… I just had sex! And it felt so good!” he practically sang the whole song. 

“So that barista you were talking about?” Rap monster asked, even though he was just as uninterested as everyone else.

“Yup!” Jungkook’s smile grew.

“Yay?” Jimin said with an unimpressed tone.

“What stupid thing is jungkook announcing now?” Jin asked as he an V walked into the room. 

“I had sex!” Jungkook smiled.

“Alright!” V said giving him a high five, the only one to really care about Jungkook’s sex life.

“Can we watching the movie now?” Jhope groaned

“C’mon guys! This is a big moment for me! I’m a man now! We are officially a dorm of men!” 

You almost laughed. “So having sex makes you a man?”

“As a matter of fact, yes it does.” Jungkook said looking over to you. “And now that everyone in this house has had sex at least once, we are now all men.”

Suga rolled his eyes. “This isn’t a “dorm of men” just becuase “we’ve all had sex”. Not all of us here have had sex, but we are just as much men as before you fucked a barista.”

Jungkook looked confused. “What are you talking about, we’ve all slept with someone… Me and the barista, Namjoon and that stylist, Jin and his ex, Tae and the thai girl, Hoseok and that girl at the fan meet, Jimin and his new girlfriend, and you and y/n, so that is all of us.” He completely missed the point Suga was trying to make.

“What? Yoongi and I havent had sex yet!” You said a bit offended.

“Jungkook how stupid are you, I never said anything about having sex with y/n.” Suga pointed out, calming you down about him talking about your relationship with the rest of the guys. “I haven’t had sex with anyone.” he said with a straight face.

“Wait, your a virgin?” you asked the question everyone was about to ask.

“Yeah” he said without any shame or embarrassment.

To you though, this didn’t make sense. “But… But how? I would have thought cuz- Well, girls always throw themselves at you!” 

He only shrugged “I’m not one for random hookups. You are technically my first legit relationship, so I thought I’d wait until you wanted to do it.” 

The boys all looked between one another, just as thrown off as you were. “So…” Jungkook began. “This means I am more of a man than Yoongi.” he said with a smirk

“No you aren’t!” Suga snapped. “Shut up and sit down so we can watch the movie!” 

Jungkook did so, a smirk still on his face as he sat between Jimin and Rap monster. V played the movie and for a second everyone was quiet. 

“…But even I’m not a virgin. Why do you feel the need to like, I don’t know, not start anything with me?” You whispered. You couldn’t let the topic go.

“Shhhh, movie time.” Suga said, his eyes were only on the tv.

But, It wasn’t long into the movie that Jungkook began giggling to himself. It got to the point where V paused the movie. “Dude, shut the fuck up!”

“Sorry sorry, Its just- I am more of a man that Yoongi!” he repeated.

“No you aren’t” you barked.

“Yes I am!

“Oh yeah?

“Yeah! Cuz scinece !” was the Jungkook’s sad explanation

Rap monster just glared at Jungkook, mumbling under his breath. “Tae just press play.”

“You know what?” you stood up ffom the couch. “Yoongi, let’s go to your room!”

Suga let out a groan of annoyance. “Why?”

“So I can make you a man!”

“Ok!” he jumped up and was already leading you to his room.

“Ew! Wait no!” Jhope shouted. “I don’t want to hear you two fuck!” Jimin screamed

“Then leave!” Suga said as he pulled you into his room.

Originally posted by strawberrie-kookie

Rap monster:

“Thanks for letting me get ready here!” you said as you tied the rope of your robe around your waist and walked into his bedroom to grabbed your makeup bag.

You could feel his eyes following you as you made your way around the place. “Well, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t let my princess get ready for our dinner date?” he asked as he came up behind you. His arms laced around you as he made eye contact with you through the mirror.

“You are an amazing boyfriend.” you said as you gave him a peck on the cheek.

“Oh, I bet you can give me more than a small kiss”

“I could, but I need to finish getting ready and you need to get dressed!” you reminded.

“Hm, but I don’t want to get dressed.” he hummed as he began kissing your neck.

He worked his way up to your lips and that’s when you were a goner. You couldn’t break away from him and you didn’t want to. It got to the point where he already had you sitting on the restroom counter. He stood between your knees, moving his hands all over you. It was when his hands went up your robe and slowly up your bare thighs that you stopped him. “Namjoon, I don’t want to do that yet.” you said with a heavy breath. “Like I want to, but I don’t want to”

“We can just not go to the restaurant.”  he said as he went for your lips again.

“No, Namjoon, I’m don’t know if I’m ready to have sex yet… I’ve never done it before.” you said softly.

Immediately, the way he looked at you changed and his expression became softer. “Well, I mean, y/n, its just me. You don’t have to be so shy about it. We don’t have to do anything yet, ok.”

“Yeah?” you asked nervously.

“Of course! And between you and me, I’ve never done it before either.”

You raised your eyebrows at him. “Really?”

“Yeah… I just… Kinda wanted to wait for the right person, someone who wasn’t going to use me for my money or like blackmail me or anything.” he shrugged.

“Oh wow.” was all you could say.

He kissed you again, this time in a sweet manner. “So with that being said…I really, really, really, really hope you feel comfortable enough with me to be your first time, cuz I really, really, really, really , really want to have my first time with you.” he smiled.

You smiled back. “Well, I guess we can just see how the date goes and how I feel about everything tonight…Maybe I might change my mind.” you said as you bit your lip.

“Then I’m gonna go change!” he said running out of the room and getting his stuff together.

Originally posted by forever-young-got7

Jhope:

You first met Hoseok through your jerk ex, Namjoon. He had been one of Namjoon’s best friends and he was the “treats you better than your boyfriend treats you” type of guy. Because of that, you fell for him. Having a better idea of how you should really be treated, you left Namjoon, loosing your group of friends in the process, except for Hosoek. He never left your side, but you weren’t sure if it was because he considered you a great friend or because he had strong feelings for you too.

Right now you were standing in front of the mirror, triple checking your outfit as you thought of things you noticed that made you feel as though he liked you back. He was always with you, always wanting to hang out one way or another.  he never spoke about any other girls with you or anything of the sort. No matter how much you bugged him about revealing crushes or what his type of girl was, he never told you. Since you both hung out alot, the club was always a fun place to go to, but Hoseok never danced with anyone but you (no matter how much other girls begged him). There is a memory with him that always stuck on your head. There was one night where you both got really drunk and just knocked out on his bed and when you woke up he was cuddled next to you.

But there were also alot of things that made you unsure about how he felt for you. He never seemed to make a move on you, ever. You would always try to slip a flirt in here and there and he would just wave it away or ignore it completely. You constantly made attempts to make him jealous, only for them all to fail. He never seemed nervous or upset or nosy about who you went on dates with and always heard you out when you vented about a “current” guy of interest. He never so much as had lingering hugs with you like you did too many times.

You didn’t know how he felt about you, but you were tired of keeping your feelings to yourself. “I don’t care anymore! I am not going another night without him knowing!”

Prior to him showing up you had a few bottles of liquid courage so you probably weren’t in the best mindset. So right now you stood in front of the mirror in your shortest skin tight dress… in hopes of seducing him. Yup, that was really your “best” plan and you had no other plan in mind.

“Ok y/n. You got this. You look hot! Like… so hot Yeah.. Ok … Ok! Hoseok is out there eating chips looking fine as fuck in that outfit you love him in, so you just gotta match his level… ok, ok, ok! I got this!” you said to yourself in the mirror trying to hype yourself as much as possible.

You walked out your room, peeking at him from the hall. Hoseok was just sitting at your kitchen island eating like before, watching the tv that was playing in your living room.

“So how do I look?” you asked strutting into the kitchen, trying to lighten the mood by dramatically posing (lowkey trying to show off your figure). 

He turned over to you, his jaw fell immediately. “W-wow!” His eyes trailed you from head to toe. “…wow”

“And look, feel the fabric!” you ran up to him, grabbed his hands and slid them up and down your waist before he had a chance to say anything. “Its all nice and soft!” you said “innocently”.

He laughed nervously. Uh, yeah, I like it.” he tried to hide his smile, but you didn’t hide yours as his hands stayed on your waist.

You rested your hands on his shoulders. “And what do you think of my new lipstick?” you asked as you puckered your lips. 

“Hot!” he blurted out

“Hot? You think it makes me look hot ?” you smirked.

“No! Well yeah! but like , in a friend way.. but then not! But like I’m not saying you’re not hot, cuz you are, but like ok but yes-”

This was the perfect moment and you took it. You didn’t think twice and you stopped him with a  kiss. Completely thrown off by your action, he pulled back. “Wh-wh- wha?” his face was stuck between a smile and a look of shock and he shook his head unable to process what just happened. “Did you just-” there was a smirk on his face, but it changed again to confusion “But like what?” Through out this whole time, he still didn’t let go of you and that was the only sign you had that he didn’t hate the kiss.

“Well, if my kiss didn’t give it away, I’m trying to show you i like you hobi, I’ve liked you for a long time” you finally said out loud.

“Y-you like me too?” a shy smile grew on his face.

Another burst of energy went through you, “Too? So you like me?” you asked excitedly.

“Well, yeah. I just-” he let out a happy chuckle “I was just scared to tell you…” he admitted. 

“Well, know that we both know our feelings for each other, why don’t we skip club night and go express ourselves in my room?” you asked as seductively as possible as you pulled him into another kiss.

That’s when he face burned red. “…So you mean like… do it? like… sex?” again he was back to being nervous, yet giddy.

“Yeah, what else would I be talking about?” you asked as you tugged on his arm to get up from the chair.

“Well.. the thing is… I never done it before” he said timidly.

“You’re a virgin?”

“…Yeah…”

“Well… we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. We can just stay here and kiss some more!”

“No! I want to! Like really want to! I… I just don’t want to… disappoint you - cuz like I’ve never done it….” he blushed.

“Oh Hoseok, believe me. If you can move your hips in bed as much as you do on the dance floor, no one is going to be disappointed!”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

V:

It was another one of those heated moments between the two of you. You were in his bed, he on top of you and you were so ready to go all the way with him finally. With the way his lips crashed into your and how his hands moved on your body, you just couldn’t contain yourself anymore. You ripped off your shirt and you barely had the time to unhook your bra when his hands were already on the task. It was all so much and before you knew it his lips were all over you. You loved every second of it.

But then suddenly he just stopped! He sat up on top of you, catching his breath. He looked down at you with hungry eyes, but he still did nothing. “Why don’t we go back to the video games?” he asked randomly.

“What?!? Babe, no!” you said, pulling his down again and putting his hands back on you. You attacked his lips and then his neck as you pulled his shirt off.

Again he protested. “Babe, seriously.” he said as he lips left a kiss on your neck. “The game though!”

You could feel yourself becoming filled with insecurity and now you were the one to push his away. “Why do you want to play a stupid game?!? Is there something you don’t like about my body? Did I turn you off?” your voice cracked as you grabbed your short and covered yourself

“No!” He said immediately. “Baby, heck no!” he leaned down on you and kissed deeply you some more. “You are beautiful. I love your body!” he reassured as his arms snaked around you.

“Then what is it? You can’t seriously want to play a stupid video game!” you snapped as you again pushed him off.

“Its just… I’ve never done it before…” he said in almost a whipser.

You turned back to him. “What?!?”

“I’ve never done it before.” he said a bit louder.

“No, like are you serious? You never slept with anyone before?”

“No… And believe me I really, really want to sleep with you, but then I think too much and I stress myself out! I want you to be my first and all that, but I also want to be good for you. I don’t want you to be disappointed with me and whatever” he concluded with a mumble

“Aw, Tae!” you cooed.You grabbed him and pulled him to you again. “Just go with the flow. And trust me, the only way you are disappointing me is baby constantly stopping this from happening! ‘you said as you kissed him again.

He pulled himself up again to say something, but them he stopped himself staring down at you just as lustfully as he did before.

Originally posted by snowsensation

Jimin:

They sat across from each other A small table int he middle of the dimly lit dorm.

“I’m sorry jagi, I really wanted to take you out somewhere… but I didn’t want to risk the fans knowing about you. You are the one aspect about me that is private and i just want to keep it that way.” he said shyly.

Her hand reached for his. “Don’t worry Jimin, as long as I’m with you, I’m happy.”

His smiled widened. “You don’t mean that.”

“Jimin, you spent all day setting up these candles and making this dinner. I really appreciate this! I like that you really do put in time for me. That’s alot more than some people.”

“Yeah… but I kinda over cooked the fish and it’s only candles. It’s nothing too elaborate. I didn’t have as much time as i wanted to make everything how i imagined.”

She stood up from her chair and went up to him. “Scoot back a bit.”

“Why?”

“So I can sit on your lap.”

He did so and she placed herself on his thighs, her arms hung on his shoulders. His had went to her wait, keeping her in place. “Why did you want to sit on my lap?” he played stupid.

“So i can kiss you.” She said bringing her lips to his.

The heating moment was ruined when the front door busted open and his band members stumbled into the dorm. 

“Ugh I feel sick!” Suga groaned, grabbing holding his stomach. “Wooooooooooo!” Jhope howled as he “danced his way to the hallway. “Aaaayyyy, Jimin!” V said stammering up to the two of them.”You lost your V card now? Y/n, did you finally “make him happy” yet” he said through a drunk smile

Jin quickly came up behind V, pulling him away from Jimin and Y/n. “Sorry Jimin. I tried to keep them out longer but it was getting too hard.”

Y/n stood up from his lap, not looking too happy. He had to hurry up and make the guys leave. “Um that’s ok, but can you like make sure they all go to their rooms, so Y/n and I can at least finish eating?”

“Yeah, no problem.” he said giving Jimin and Y/n an awkward smile. Then the was off herding the 5 drunk boys to his room.

“Lose your V card? You’re a virgin?” Y/n’s voice went dark now that the guys were out of the room. She was not happy at all. She crossed her arms. “So this whole dinner was so that I would sleep with you?!? And are you complaining to the rest of the guys that i don’t sleep with you?!? That its my fault you haven’t lost it yet? I thought what happened between us was only between us?!?”

“Jagi, Just calm down a bit.” He said softly.

“I don;t want to fucking calm down! What else do they know about us? What else have you told them about me?!? Or should I ask what have you told them but not me? Cuz I for sure didn’t know you were still a virgin, even though I confessed to you that I wasn’t one anymore! So they know that too or what?!?”

“What? No!  I-I told them i was a virgin just cuz it came up in conversation in practice and they started picking on me, but I never talk to them about us. I never said anything bad about you, ever! Jagi, just let me explain!” he begged.

She stayed quiet, giving him a moment to talk (mostly to just glare at him with threatening eyes).

“So yeah, I’ve never slept with anyone yet, but that’s cuz I never been in a legit relationship and I don;t like the idea of just hooking up with someone and it not meaning anything. And, and, and I remembered how a few weeks ago, you told me you regretted your first time cuz you weren’t too into your ex and he wasn’t even romantic about the whole thing or loving with you in general. So I just thought that, you know, if I show you that even with my schedule, that i really do care for you, and that i don’t want to just sleep with you. Like, yeah i want to sleep with you…really bad. But like, I really do care about you y/n. So, like yeah, Tae said what he said, but the reason behind the dinner was not to get you tpo sleep with me, it was just to like, to show you that i care about us..”

He couldn’t quite determine y/n’s expression. Se didn’t look mad, but she didn’t looked please. She kinda looked like she was thinking things over, but then again he was too busy sweating out his nerves to really concentrate on how she was processing his frazzled explanation.

“…So you really haven’t had sex before?” 

“The more that gets said, the more of a loser I feel I am.” he said, feeling his cheeks burning. “I just never told you cuz I don’t… Its just embarrassing.”

She let out a sigh as she walked back up to  him, gently grabbing his hands. “Its like the more i get to know you, the more I wish Imet you sooner. I regret it even more that I wasted my first time on my loser ex.”

“Well, it’s not like i love you any less just cuz you slept with someone before me.” he reassured. “But you are you still mad?” he asked nervously.

“No.”

“…So what do you want to do now?”

“Why don;t we take this food to my place and finish your wonderful dinner cuz I don;t want to deal with drunk BTS… Then after dinner, we can see what we can do about your V card.” she smirked.

Originally posted by jimiyoong

Jungkook:

They sat on the couch watching a movie. Things were going well, Y/n was nestled in his chest, he had his arm around her. and they were cozy under the blanket. everything was great… until a sex scene came on.

Jungkook was suddenly hit with a wave of awkward and sexual tension. and his whole body tensed up. He wanted to know if he was the only one feeling this, so he peeked at y/n from the corner of his eye. To say the least, she was “shookth”. Just as awkwardly as he was, she tensed up too ans leaned away from him. 

That was when he panicked. “She is getting weird to! What do I do?!? Do I fast foward? No! Cuz that means i am acknowledging the awkward! Do I say something? Yes! Wait, no!” Wait, I should! But what?!?” 

The scene was still on. For some reason it never ended. “I HAVEN’T HAD SEX YET!” was what he blurted out. Then he felt mortified. “What did i just say?!?” he screamed internally 

He could feel y/n staring at him, but he didn’t dare move his head towards her. 

“What?” she asked, completely thrown off by his comment.

“I- I said that, uh, that, I- never had sex before…” he grumbled. “Why did i just say that again?!?” he screamed in his mind.

Y/n paused the movie (”thankfully” the sex scene was over). “And you said they why?” she asked,

He firced himself to shrug. “Just wanted to make things less awkward…”

“…I don’t think it worked.”

He forced himself to nod in agreement. He could feel his face burning like crazy.

“…So… You really never slept with anyone before?”

“still a virgin.” He mentally cursed himself for saying it out loud again.

“…Well, if it makes you feel any better… I am a virgin too…”

He let out the air he was holding in his lungs.”really?” he asked finally turning ti her.

“Yeah.”

“Cool - Wait, nit cool? well wait-”

“Jungkook I know what you mean.”

He smiled awkwardly, scratching the back of his head as an excuse to look away from her and recollect his thoughts. “So… Since neither one of us have done it yet… wanna do it?” it was worth asking since they were on the topic now.

“Yeah!”

He jumped up in excitement. “Really?”

“No stupid!” 

“oh.” he mumbled sinking back into his spot. with a pout.

“Maybe later on though… When I’m ready you know.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.’

“…Ok… I can wait till then, I want you to be my first,” he added shyly

“I do too… but i just want to make sure i am sure about it.” she said

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

-Admin Boat

I never believed in soulmates. My breathing, my heartbeat, my body, my being wasn’t made for you, and neither yours for me. But whenever someone asks me, how long we’ve been together or how long I’ve known you, without any hesitation my answer is “always.”


I refuse to believe the first time that our bodies collided was in this world. We met eons over. Far before the heavenly bodies lit up the night sky and before my bones came to rest in this body of mine. This love, this thing, this feeling I have for you, it’s always been here.

—  This Love, This Thing, by Nicole Moon
The way you broke my heart was brutal, it wasn’t poetic. There’s nothing poetic about screaming into you pillow in the middle of the night or finding comfort in the round mouth of a bottle or crying so hard you can’t see; there was nothing poetic about my heart after you left. Before you I was carefree and I was never going to fall in love. But you came into my life and you convinced me to trust you, and so I did. I trusted you and believed every “I love you,” every “I’m not leaving,” every god damn promise. You were suppose to be here, so where are you? The ringing in my ears hasn’t stopped since you packed your bags, and the bleeding in my chest happens too often. It feels like it’s been forever and I’m scared to forget the sound of your voice.
—  Unknown
A Change In Time (Bucky x Reader)

A Change In Times (Bucky x Reader)

Contains slight angst and a lot of fluff

Based on the request by @hotemotionalmess (sorry I got carried away and turned it into a holiday thing);

‘Can I request a Bucky x reader where the avengers are on a super long car trip and they’re still in the stage of “I’ve got the biggest crush on you but I won’t say anything” and they end up being jammed in the backseat together, reader falls asleep on Buck’s shoulder, he listens to her music, and cute moments like that ending with a unintentional but super sweet kiss from Bucky?’

-Written by @toastburninglucy


Sunlight filtered down in beams through the smudged window and warmed your bare arms as you reached up, feeling the slight pull of the seatbelt bite into your skin, and cracked the window open. Sweat clung to the back of your neck as you lifted your hair off it and tied it into a bun before picking up your cards. “You going to tell us where we’re going yet, Stark?” You called over the top of your seat, craning your neck to see the top of his spiked hair reaching up above his headrest

“What kind of fun is a road trip if you know where you’re going?” He replied, smirking at you in the rearview mirror

“This is technically bordering on kidnap,”

“As if anyone would want to kidnap you…”

You shook your head with a smile and swiveled in your seat to face Steve and Bucky who were across the aisle waiting. “Well then Barnes, what’s it going to be?”

Bucky shook his head and took another card from the pile. You had never been into card games, but you were in love with this one. Steve had told you it was called rummy; even though you still didn’t really know what you were doing, it was fun to hang out with him and Bucky without talking about missions for a change. “I can’t believe I’ve never played this game before,” You commented as you reached across to take a card from the pile between you all “it’s brilliant.”

“You know, I never thought when I came out of the ice that I’d be able to teach anyone anything. I figured I’d always be the person who was one step behind,” Steve said, placing his sunglasses on his forehead with a sad smile

“Who taught you?” You asked, drawing a card from the pile and then dumping another

“My mom,” He replied, his smile brightening as he spoke “she had to work late a lot when I was a kid, and because I wasn’t exactly the healthiest I didn’t sleep much. So, when she came in after a long shift we’d sit on the floor and play this until I fell asleep…”

Steve trailed off and stared at his cards for a moment, so wrapped up in the pleasure of the past that the present escaped him. Bucky put a hand on his friend’s shoulder and bowed his head “I miss her too.”

Whenever you heard Bucky talk about Sarah Rogers you felt the love and respect for the woman seep delicately through his words. In many ways, she had been like a mother to him too. “She’d be proud of you both,” You said truthfully, leaning forward and setting your winning cards down on the flip down table “even though I did just kick both of your asses at rummy.”

You all laughed, and when you felt Bucky’s gaze settle on you you found yourself blushing so furiously that you had to look away. Yesterday you had both ended up crammed in the back of the bus next to each other and you had tiredly rambled to him about any and everything until you had drifted off to sleep and let your head rest on his shoulder. He hadn’t mentioned it since, which was irritating you slightly because waking up with your head on his shoulder and feeling his arm around you was all you could think about. As you shuffled the cards for the next game, you wondered if he thought about it too.  

_

“Okay team, pile out!” Tony shouted as he pulled the door to the back of the bus open


Everyone piled out slowly and stretched their aching limbs as they took in their surroundings. A five day journey had lead you here, and you had to admit you were impressed. “A lake house?” Natasha asked with a raised eyebrow “What are we, horny teenagers?”

Tony shrugged and slid his sunglasses onto his face. “It’s one of my lesser known properties; it actually belonged to my Mom’s side of the family and it’s still technically in their name.”

“It is beautiful, I have never seen an area of Midgard akin to this,” Thor interjected, cracking his spine into place

It was breathtaking. The house looked like it had just been painted yesterday, and the rolling lawns surrounding it lead down to the most beautiful lake you had ever seen. It glistened in the low sunlight and was so perfectly blue that you half wondered if Tony had put dye in it. You walked slowly across the gravelled drive up onto the porch and pushed the door to the house open. “Holy cow,” Bucky muttered from the back of the group.


Holy cow indeed. It was like stepping into the pages of a magazine; grand mahogany tables dotted about the place, some holding vast crystal vases which were filled with the most beautiful white chrysanthemums you had ever seen. Most of Tony’s properties were quite contemporary, so this was a real shock. You stepped into the hallway and took your shoes off out of respect for the house, your mind’s eye imagining young Tony running around with Howard and his wife chasing him as he cackled with glee. It felt like a place you should be in with family, and you thought of yours with a small pang. This was the kind of place you would have vacationed at as a kid with them; now you were the only one left. “Y/N?” Tony clapped a hand on your shoulder, pulling you from your thoughts.

You looked around and realised everyone had gone. “You going to pick a room?” He asked, gesturing to the sweeping carpeted staircase “If you’re not quick you’ll end up with the one with a garden view.”
A smile crept onto your lips “I think I’ll live, Stark.”

_

That evening after you had all stuffed yourselves with pizza and played so much table tennis in the games room that you could still hear the ball hitting the table hours after you’d stopped playing, the house fell into silence as everyone fell asleep. That is, everyone but you.

You sat on the blue cushioned window seat looking out onto the garden as it was doused in moonlight. Out here there was no light pollution, the sky could be itself for a change. You had been itching to explore outside for a while, but you were worried about waking everyone up. It wasn’t often that you all got a good night’s sleep, and you’d hate to ruin that for everyone. Eventually you lost the battle with yourself and you crept from your room and through the dimly lit halls until you found your way downstairs and out the back door. As you inhaled the cool night air with half lidded eyes you smiled and made your ware barefooted across the grass and onto the sandy bank of the river.

You looked across the moonlit water and allowed yourself to think of your family. A tear tracked down your cheek as you thought of the people who had loved you that you still loved, people who no longer existed. They were shadows in the corners of your memory, always present and waiting. Perhaps that’s why you related to Steve and Bucky so much- you knew what it was like to have no one. Your heart contracted painfully at the thought of your mother and suddenly you were crying because you couldn’t quite remember the sound of her voice.

“Y/N?”

You turned around to see Bucky stood behind you, regarding you with a hesitant smile. “Hey doll,” He whispered “mind if I join you?”

You shrugged, feeling a little embarrassed as you wiped your eyes with the edge of you sleeve. Bucky sat heavily next to you with a gentle sigh. Neither of you spoke. Somewhere in the distance crickets held riveting conversations with one another and chirped with glee. Everything was peaceful.

“Does it stop hurting, do you think?” You breathed into the darkness “Losing the people you love?”

Bucky sighed and ran a hand through his recently cut hair. He wanted so desperately to tell you that the pain would ease into nothingness. He wanted to say that he didn’t still dream of the smiling faces of the people he had left behind, only to wake in the morning and realise they were all gone. He wanted to tell you that you were beautiful even when you were crying, and that with the exception of Steve, you were the only person he dreamt of that was still here.

He said none of these things, and instead told you he didn’t know. Which was the truth. “I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t want you to sit here crying though, even if they can’t tell you that themselves.”

You looked up at him. “What do you think they’d want me to do?”

Bucky exhaled with a chuckle “Well, that I can’t help you with. I’m not very good at filling my time nowadays,”

“What would you back in the 40’s?”

He shook his head, looking to the ground with a smile. The wind gently blew your hair back from your face and you closed your eyes to relish in its coolness. “I’d probably be out with a dame,” Bucky admitted “that was my thing. I’d knock on her door at six with flowers and we’d walk down to the dance hall; it was usually on a Sunday, the tickets were half price and I wasn’t exactly made of money. We’d dance in the middle of the floor until the owner booted us all out, and then I’d make my move.”

You laughed and wiped your face clean with a tissue you had secreted in your pocket. “What was your move?”

Bucky looked a little proud and embarrassed at the same time “I’d get Steve to take her coat home as well as his so she’d get cold on the way home and I could lend her my jacket.”

You couldn’t contain your laughter at the thought of Steve trying to sneak home with some poor girls coat in his arms. And then you felt a strange longing to be one of those poor girls, walking down the street in Bucky’s jacket with aching legs and a joyous smile at the lingering feeling of his touch on your shoulder from that last dance. “You know, I’ve never been to a dance,” You confided “not even at school.”

“Really? I refuse to believe that.”

“I’m afraid it’s true; you see Barnes, underneath my badass facade, I’m really quite a dull person.”

Bucky’s eyes sparkled as they  “You aren’t to me.”

Somehow, you knew he wasn’t lying.

_

The next couple of days passed in a blur of barbeques, laughter, and throwing people into the lake. You had never seen the team so relaxed, especially Bruce, who seemed to be in his element reading on a lounger beside the lake. Every evening you would walk down to the lake, and most of the time Bucky would join you. You would find yourself willing away the happy hours of the day, waiting for the sun to set so you could sneak out onto the lake shore and talk with Bucky until it rose again. “You and Barnes sure are hanging out a lot recently, Y/N,” Natasha observed as you both ducked behind a bush, hiding from the others in the midst of a water gun fight “what’s going on there?”

You felt a blush creep onto your cheeks as you looked around you to check the area was clear. This was a good spot, you both had a slight advantage here. “Nothing, Nat. We’re just friends.”

Nat peeked over the top of the bush and quickly shot at Rhodey before ducking down again as he looked around in confusion. “I don’t need to be an expert in reading people to know that’s a lie,” She smirked, pumping up the pressure on her gun

You rolled your eyes, ignoring the smile on your face “You can believe whatever you want to, Nat.”

“Oh believe me, I do.”

You were about to squirt her with your gun when Rhodey suddenly appeared at your side and shot you both. “Ha! Don’t mess with War Machine!”

“Can you call yourself that outside of the suit?”

He paused for a second and thought. “I mean, I guess so.”

You shot him in the shoulder and ran, cackling to yourself the whole way.

_

That night after you had showered the team decided they wanted to go and some new movie that was being released at midnight. At three o’clock they were all ready to go, deciding they were going to hit an arcade or something before they went to the screening. “C’mon, Y/N, why are you passing up the chance to see the new Star Wars?” Sam groaned

“Because I still haven’t seen the first ones?”

Sam looked mildly disturbed at this information and then smiled “Well, if you’re sure then I guess it will just be you and Frosty here tonight.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Bucky’s staying too?”

He nodded and winked at you “Don’t you kids go too crazy, okay?”

You punched him on the shoulder lightly and grinned “See you later, Sam.”

Sam ran out the door with everyone else, leaving you stood alone in the hallway with your heart beating so loudly you were sure they’d be able to hear it in space. This was crazy, why were you nervous? You’d been spending the past few nights talking to him without pause, why would this be any different?

You walked into the kitchen and looked at the calendar. Sunday July 20th.  You’d been there for four days, but it felt more like months. If you were perfectly honest with yourself, which you always tried to be, you weren’t looking forward to going back to ordinary life. Who did in the middle of a holiday though? You opened the cupboards looking for something to satisfy your appetite and when you eventually moved onto the fridge you found a half eaten pizza which was calling your name. As you took the box over to the table you heard footsteps in the hall and your heart leapt into your mouth. This was ridiculous, it was only Bucky for crying out loud! You needed to pull yourself together.

He walked into the kitchen with his jacket slung over one shoulder. “I need to go out for an hour, will you be okay on your own?” He asked in a strange voice which made you feel like a twelve year old being left home alone for the first time

You took a bite of the pizza and shrugged, trying to hide your disappointment. “Sure, take all the time you need.”


With a curt nod he walked out of the room, making your heart sink as you listened to the front door close and a car pull off the drive. Maybe you should have gone to see Star Wars, at least then you wouldn’t have ended up alone. You picked up your pizza and trudged off to your room in the low light, resolving that it would be better to sleep away the time than sit around moping. 

_

The sky was just starting to fall asleep when you finally woke up. You yawned and sat up with a gentle stretch, feeling the kind of refreshment you only get from a really good nap. It was then that you noticed it sitting on the pillow next to you; a thick cream envelope with your name wrote on it. You opened it cautiously and gently pulled out the piece of paper inside it.

‘I’ll pick you up at six.’

You reread the sentence and turned the paper over in your hands to look for something else. But it was only that single sentence. Was this a prank? If you opened the door and there was a clown outside it again, then you were going to kill Tony. You looked at the clock next to your bed, 5:55pm. You hopped out of bed and quickly threw some clean pyjamas on and waited. At 6pm exactly, there was a gentle knock on your door. Preparing yourself mentally, you put your hand on the doorknob and opened it.

Bucky stood in front of you looking proud and nervous all at the same time. You looked him up and down feeling slightly confused as you realised he was wearing a suit. “These are for you,” He said, handing you a bouquet of white flowers with a shy smile.

You took them from him in a daze. “Bucky, what’s going on?”

“Isn’t it obvious, doll?” He grinned gently ushering you into the hallway and grabbing your jacket from your room before closing the door “I’m taking you dancing.”

You looked at him with wide, overwhelmed eyes as he gently placed your jacket over your shoulders. “But I… I’m in my pyjamas.”

Bucky shook his head and offered you his arm, which you took gently “Don’t worry, you look great.”

You walked down the hallway with him half wondering if you were still dreaming, clutching your flowers tightly in your left hand as Bucky led you through the house and out the back door into the garden. “Where are we going?” You asked as you slowly began to realise what was happening

“You’ll see.

You walked through the gardens farther than you had gone before until you came across a bandstand by the lakeside which was wrapped delicately in strings of lights. Bucky reclaimed his arm and walked over to it, beaming as he turned around and looked at you. “What do you think?” He asked, looking at you expectantly “I know it’s not exactly a dance hall, but I-”

“Its perfect,” You breathed, taking in the scene before you as your jacket slipped off your shoulders and crumpled to the ground behind you

Bucky smiled and offered you his hand as you walked towards him. You took it with a smile and walked up the three short stairs with him. “Now, I err… I don’t exactly have any music.” He said, looking embarrassed “It was all on my phone but it died just before I knocked on your door.”


You pulled your phone out of your pocket “Would my music do?”

“Of course.”

You walked over the the small speaker by the stairs and connected your phone to it. After a moment, your Otis Redding album began to play. ‘A Change Is Gonna Come’ echoed throughout the bandstand and you nervously walked over to Bucky, who for the first time looked like he didn’t have anything planned. “Shall we?” You whispered

Bucky swallowed and nodded, gently taking your hand in his and placing another hand on your waist. A moment lingered and then you were gently waltzing around the bandstand. Your eyes never left Bucky’s and after a minute the sheer brilliance of it struck you so much that you had to smile. “I thought you said you hadn’t danced,” Bucky said with a grin as he spun you

“I said I’d never been to a dance, I never said I couldn’t.”  

You pressed closer together until your head was practically resting on his shoulder. You closed your eyes and breathed in his smell and realised that you were ever so slightly in love. Bucky twirled you again, and when you saw the look on his face you realised for the first time that he felt the same way. Then suddenly you were kissing him, and it felt every kind of right.

_


The team arrived home at 3am, a couple of them a little drunk and most of them geeking out. “Y/N? Bucky? We’re home!” Steve shouted into the empty house

When no reply came he began to look a little worried. “Check the garden,” Nat said through a yawn “they’re usually out there this time of night.”
Steve didn’t bother to ask what she meant and headed out to the garden looking for you both. After a few minutes he reached the bandstand and saw you both out there, dancing slowly together with your eyes closed. Steve laughed and shook his head “About damn time,” He muttered, picking up your jacket from the grass and putting it over his arm as he turned and started heading back to the house. Times hadn’t changed that much, he thought to himself as he heard you both laughing quietly behind him, only this time Steve had a feeling that Bucky would still be dancing with the same dame next Sunday.

(Credit to @toastburninglucy the writer of this request if you wanna send love, leave a comment (not an ask to this blog as she won’t see it), or go over to her blog and send her the love there. Thank you for taking on the request, I really loved this. - Rosalee)


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Daddy’s treasures.

Hi there! This is a short blurb that came to my mind today morning and I needed to bring it to life (It involves dad Harry, and, who doesn’t love dad Harry?)

A reminder: Requests are opened

Enjoy :) !!!



“Daddy, it’s my turn to hide. Close your eyes.” The three year-old girl giggled as she grabbed her father’s hands and tried to bring them to his eyes “C’mon daddy, help me! your hands are very big.” Harry chuckled at the cute little frown settled on her chubby face, as she shook his arms in impatience “Okay, okay.” He obeyed his daughter’s demand, thinking to himself that bossiness was one of the many features she had inherited from her mother, you. The next thing he sensed was the continuous sound of her tiny shoes hitting against the grass, as she run towards her next hiding spot.

You were sitting in a deck chair, looking over the scrapbook Harry had made for your third year as a mother. The paper squares that captured your first steps as parents of a beautiful baby girl, along with the cheesy captions written below, melted your heart. You were so captivated by the images, that the sudden snuggle from your daughter made you flinch “Hey sweetie, what are you doing?” She didn’t give any answer, instead, she curled up in the gap your cross-legged position offered. “Sydney, what’s up, could you tell Mommy?” “I’m hiding from Daddy. He’ll never find me.“ You couldn’t help but laugh when she playfully stuck out her tongue.   

“Are you ready Syd?” Harry shouted from one corner of the garden, to which she replied with a loud, long “Yep!” He got up from his sitting position and stretched his limbs before heading to look for his princess “Mmmm, where can you be?” he muttered as he moved his head from one side to the other, scanning the area. A wide dimpled grin made its home in his face when he spotted a mess of little curls in between your legs. As he got nearer to you both, the high innocent giggles of the child became better audible, confirming his guess. “Mommy is he around?” Sydney whispered, playing with the ties of you shorts. You looked at Harry, biting your lip in an attempt to not chuckle, in return, he winked at you “Love, have you got any idea of where our baby is?” “No, not at all” You felt Sydney leave a light kiss on your thigh, thanking you for not giving her away “She’s really good at this, isn’t she?” “Absolutely” Harry crawled silently until he was right beside the improvised nest your legs made for your daughter. Sydney didn’t even notice as she was too distracted with the colourful ties “Hold on Love, I… think… I… found her!” He took her out from where her small figure rested and rose her up to the sky. The chocolate-eyed girl kicked her legs in the air as loud guffaws broke out from her mouth. When she landed she run towards you to give you a hug “Thanks for helping me Mommy, I love ya.” She spread little kisses all over your face.

The sight Harry had right in front of his eyes brought him goosebumps. Before Sydney’s arrival, three years ago, he didn’t think he could be happier than he was just with you. He reckoned he was at peak of most joy in his life, that nothing was left. Then his little angel came into his life and proved him wrong. The first time he holded her in between his arms his heartbeat rose like never before. Everything about her was tiny and delicate and he couldn’t believe how such a small creature could bring that huge amount of happiness and love. You weren’t less for him; bliss stepped first into his life thanks to you. You two met at college, where he came from an environment of hate and harassment towards him in behalf of his classmates, in other words, he had been bullied. You helped him get over that dark past and returned him the confidence he had lost. You loved him when he was at his lowest and took him out of the spiral of sadness he was in. You were his most beautiful and valuable treasure until Sydney showed up, then she joined the club.

He felt the luckiest man in the world.

That was when he decided to bring the idea constantly settled at the back of his mind to life.

“My loves, I’ll be right back.”

[Few days later]

Harry came back from another day at the park with Sydney. He was placing all the toys they took with them back in their box when she let go of his grip and run to the garden where you were swimming “Baby girl be careful, don’t run that fast.” He interrupted his activity to look after her “Daddy let’s join Mommy, pleaaase.” She begged with puppy eyes “Yeah Hazz, what are you waiting for?” you insisted.

He grabbed Sydney by the hand and took her to her room where he changed her clothing for a swimsuit; he later did the same with his. 

Once in his father’s arms, she noticed a foreign spot in the middle of his clean skin “Daddy, what’s that? Did you stain yourself playing with the markers?” She touched the words with her silky pads “No sweetie. It’s a tattoo.” She gave him a confused look “It’s something you draw on your skin which, most of the times, is meaningful” She brought her thumb to her mouth as she studied it “Have you got any idea of what it is?” “Of course Daddy, I’m a very clever girl.” He chuckled “Okay tell me” The naive child opened her eyes wide, as she realised she hadn’t an answer “Ehh… I dunno.” He gave a loving stroke to her cheek and later placed a kiss on it “It’s yours and Mommy’s name. And it’s located at the area where my heart is because you both are always in my heart.” She blushed and nuzzled in his chest, giggling “I like it very much.” He tickled her tummy,

“And you know what? the best part is that it’ll last forever, just as my love for you two”


MASTERLIST.

anonymous asked:

I love how you rub Tony in Steve's face. literally nothing makes me happier than reading how bitter things end up for him. give me any and all the Steve realising what a jerk-ward he is and having tony being happy shoved into him and his 'team's' smug little faces.

“Thanks for cooking dinner. It was -”

“You should go. To him, I mean. No hard feelings. We’re still a team. Nothing will change even though we’re over.”

“….”

“Seriously. It’s fine. I know you want him. You should find him and then have what you want.”

“… Thank you.”

Tony’s throat ached. Taking a shot of vodka didn’t help. If anything, it just made him feel even more maudlin. He didn’t know why he kept doing this. Re-watching the precise moment that his and Steve’s relationship had officially ended was like the worst kind of torture. It brought that awful feeling of suffocation roaring back, especially since he could see details now that he couldn’t see at the time, when he’d been too busy drawing on every ounce of strength to hold himself together until Steve hurried out of the room.

Things like the wariness on Steve’s face when Tony first spoke, which all too quickly changed to shock and then - like a knife to the heart - relief. That relief confirmed everything Tony needed to know: if he ever started thinking that maybe he’d made a mistake, watching this minute-long video would set him straight. Steve had never really wanted him. Tony was a convenient stand-in. Second best, if that. And as soon as Steve had found out that Bucky was alive, it was like Tony ceased to matter. They’d barely hard a relationship in the end, as Steve’s time away searching had grown longer and his greetings to Tony colder.

“Play it again, FRI,” he said hoarsely, grabbing the bottle. In spite of how easily that shot had gone down, that was only his first. He watched it again, hand shaking a little as Steve turned and rushed out of the room. Didn’t even give a second look to the man who’d funded Steve’s life in the future and loved Steve with everything he had, just ran away like an imprisoned man offered freedom.

And now here it was two years later. The civil war that had torn the team apart was done and over. Tony had a new team now, and a new life. Even a new lover. Peter Quill, leader of the Guardians, was as different from Steve as anyone could be. He was funny and sarcastic and he loved to dance; that was actually how they’d kissed for the first time, after Peter had grabbed Tony’s hands and hauled him up to dance to some music. When a slower song came on, Peter hadn’t let go. He’d just leaned in and given Tony the perfect first kiss. It was straight out of an 80’s romcom and it made Tony blush a little just remembering it.

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Within Temptation starters (1/2)

enter  (1997)

  • ❛ all my love, i gave to you. ❜
  • ❛ lift me up from here. ❜ 
  • ❛ i forgot where i came from. ❜ 
  • ❛ one by one, they died. ❜
  • ❛ they had no chance. ❜
  • ❛ you can’t kill what has been killed before. ❜
  • ❛ i’ll never help you through. ❜

mother earth  (2000) 

  • ❛ i find my strength in believing that your soul lives on. ❜ 
  • ❛ a new beginning always starts at the end. ❜
  • ❛ you better keep moving. ❜
  • ❛ you better hide before she finds you. ❜
  • ❛ haven’t you seen the ruins of our world? ❜
  • ❛ i can almost see your smile, the warmth of your embrace. ❜
  • ❛ there is nothing but silence now. ❜
  • ❛ is this our farewell? ❜
  • ❛ sweet darling, you worry too much. ❜
  • ❛ you are not alone in life, though you might think you are. ❜
  • ❛ never thought this day would come so soon. ❜
  • ❛ we had no time to say goodbye. ❜
  • ❛ how can the world just carry on? ❜
  • ❛ i feel so lost when you’re not at my side. ❜
  • ❛ i’ll watch you through these nights. rest your head and go to sleep. ❜
  • ❛ everyone with a friendly face seems to hide some secret inside. ❜
  • ❛ he told me he loved me while he laughed in my face. ❜
  • ❛ i feel so cold inside. ❜
  • ❛ you promised to return to me, and i believed. ❜
  • ❛ i’ll make them bleed down at my feet. ❜
  • ❛ there’s always a sparkle of hope if you just believe. ❜
  • ❛ remember who you are, what you stand for. ❜
  • ❛ don’t you die on me. ❜

the silent force  (2004) 

  • ❛ it’s the best way of living, between the truth and the lies. ❜ 
  • ❛ this is not the end. ❜
  • ❛ our dream ended long ago. ❜
  • ❛ we won’t be together forever and ever. ❜
  • ❛ late at night, things i thought i put behind me haunt my mind. ❜
  • ❛ no more denying.  i’ve gotta face it. ❜
  • ❛ it’s time for me to face it… but can i take it? ❜
  • ❛ this might just be the ending of the life i held so dear. ❜
  • ❛ there’s no turning back from here. ❜
  • ❛ i have to fight, ‘cause i know, in the end, it’s worthwhile. ❜
  • ❛ i have no strength to go on. ❜
  • ❛ you’re the reason i have to stay. ❜
  • ❛ you were my savior in my time of need. ❜
  • ❛ there’s no escape now.  no mercy.  no more. ❜
  • ❛ i still remember the smile when you tore me apart. ❜
  • ❛ you took my heart, deceived me right from the start. ❜
  • ❛ it was all just a lie. ❜
  • ❛ the memories ease the pain inside. ❜
  • ❛ all of my memories keep you near. ❜
  • ❛ you know i’ll love you ‘til the end of time. ❜
  • ❛ you made me feel alive. ❜
  • ❛ i need to be with you again. ❜
  • ❛ i fear who i am becoming. ❜
  • ❛ i’ll keep on trying until my dying day. ❜
  • ❛ wherever you are, i won’t stop searching. ❜
  • ❛ i’m longing to see you again.  it’s been so long. ❜
  • ❛ i did my best to please you, but my best was never good enough. ❜
  • ❛ i have failed you, but you have failed me, too. ❜
  • ❛ do you ever wonder if it’s justified? ❜
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PART TWO

Characters : Jerome Valeska, Reader, Barbara Kean, Theo Galavan

Warnings : Cursing, memories of Barbara, torture, reader is losing her mind, Protective! Barbara

Summary : (Y/n)’s mentality is hanging on by a thread after Jerome’s torture. When Barbara discovers her former step daughter is being held captive in the penthouse, she isn’t happy about it.

Notes : “~” signifies beginning and end of memory.

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The electricity coursed throughout your body, causing you to lurch forward, unable to move freely due to the restraints holding you down to a table. You could hardly see anything. Everything was fuzzy, but you could hear that laugh. You could always hear that laugh. You had quit screaming hours ago, only letting out small whimpers now. The sounds were music to Jerome’s ears. This went on for about two days, off and on. You were beginning to forget.

‘Forget what?’ You thought, ‘I’m forgetting something.’ Your head was spinning, you felt like there were multiple people speaking to you, but there was no one else in the room at the moment. 'You’ve forgotten what you forgot!’ A voice shouted, scaring you a bit, but a shocking laugh escaped your lips, muffled by the gag. 'Your losing your mind, (Y/n).’ It was a warning, but you shook your head wildly against the restraints. 'Or I’ve found it.’ You closed your eyes, laughing at the discussion in your head.

“Oh my god.” You heard a voice and after a moment, you realized it wasn’t in your head. “(Y/n)? Oh, no.” She was undoing your restraints, panic written all over her face. “Come on. I’m getting you out of here.” She picked you up in her arms and you raised your hand to twirl around her blonde hair.

“Don’t I know you?” Your head started to spin again as she carried you out the door and down the hallway. Flashes of memories came through and you saw the blonde holding dresses in front of you as you stood in front of a mirror.
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“You’re beautiful.” She had told you. “Your dad’s afraid a man is going to take you away from us.” She chuckled, deciding on a red dress for you. “I told him it’s gonna happen someday, so he better accept it now. A girl as gorgeous as you won’t stay single for forever.”

“I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.” You smiled back at your reflection, watching as she tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “You really think I’m beautiful, Barbara? You’re not just saying that because you’re my step mom?” You raised a brow at her, but kept your smile.

“I’m saying it because it’s true.” She started to lead you towards the bathroom. “Now go change into that dress. I want to see how it looks on you. Red really is your color.”
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“Barbara.” You uttered before you were laid down on a sofa.

“What are you doing with her?” Jerome snapped, anger written all over his face. “She’s mine!”

“She’s my step daughter, you bastard!” Barbara screamed, looking past him and towards Theo. “I thought you told him no hostages were allowed here! He’s been torturing her!” She was furious, grabbing a knife that laid on a table nearby. “I’m going to kill you!” Barbara lunged at Jerome and the ginger yelled out in glee, running behind a table for protection.

“Man, this girl just gets everyone’s panties in a twist!” Jerome laughed. “You’re special, cupcake!” He looked to you, smiling even wider when he saw you grinning madly at him. “I’ve got her.” He uttered, pushing past Barbara, knocking the knife out of her hand.

“How are you letting him do this? We agreed to no hostages. This puts everything at risk.” Barbara growled at Theo.

“She’s not a hostage.” Theo shrugged. “I didn’t believe it at first, but look at her. She’s just as unique as the rest of you. She’s a piece to our puzzle now.” Barbara looked over to see Jerome sitting next to you. The two of you were looking into each other’s eyes, communicating silently. “I’ve never seen him so calm.” Theo pondered on this for a moment before a question came to mind. “Could our Jerome be capable of love?”

Barbara continued to watch you, still seeing the young girl she knew you as. She flinched at the sight of Jerome’s hand pressed to your cheek. He was corrupting you with every second you spent near him.

“Over my dead body.” She growled.


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Tags : @adidabach

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Injuries (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: you get injured on a mission and Bucky freaks out

A/N: first imagine! Feedback is appreciated:)

“Ok Bucky please don’t freak out” Steve said placing his hands on Bucky’s shoulders. Bucky’s heart dropped and a feeling of dread and fear rushed through him.

You were on a confidential mission with Steve and much to Bucky’s dismay he wasn’t aloud to go, to say he was an over protective boyfriend was an understatement but you couldn’t deny you loved it. Bucky had been worried all week, he barley ate and didn’t sleep because he couldn’t without you by his side to keep the nightmares at bay. The mission had went well everything had went to plan but an hour before you and Steve were scheduled to get the quinjet you were ambushed. Steve of course had left with a few scratches you however had been shot in the shoulder and had a broken leg, because you were just that lucky.

“Steve what are you talking about?” Bucky asked frantically running around after Steve as he called for medics “where is she? Steve where is (Y/N)!”

“In the jet” Steve replied and with that Bucky took off in a sprint towards the quinjet to find you. When he got there he saw you lying on one of the beds groaning in agony. “Oh my god princess, what happened?”

Your eyes snapped open at the sound of his voice and you instantly stopped groaning putting on a pained smile and declaring you were fine, you hated to see Bucky worried and you knew that he would freak out if he knew how much pain you were actually in. You recalled the time you had came back from a mission with a gash on your forehead and how he wouldn’t let you get out of bed the whole day in fear that you had a concussion. He was crazy but he was your crazy.

“You are not fine sweetie oh god you’re bleeding” Bucky rushed touching your bullet wound gently “you need to get to the infirmary come on stand up and lean on me if you need to”

You figured Steve hadn’t told him about the leg “Bucky there’s going to be a slight problem with that” you spoke in a gentle voice making sure not to freak him out, it didn’t seem to be working

“Doll…” Bucky began in a slow voice his eyes searching yours for any sign of intel “what do you mean slight problem?”

“Bucky please don’t freak out” you sounded exactly like Steve and it scared him “but I broke my leg”

His eyes went wide and his breathing got shallow as he looked slowly to your leg “y-you what?”

You sat up and placed a hand on his cheek caressing it with your thumb “I was shot in the shoulder and my leg is broken but Bucky baby, I’m ok” you smiled at him to let him know you really were ok

“I’m gonna carry you” Bucky declared standing up

“What? Why?” You were confused, were the medics not coming?

“Doll they’re taking their sweet time and you could loose consciousness from the bleeding” Bucky had seen his fair share of gun wounds and knew this wasn’t the case as you had been wrapped up, but this was you and he didn’t want to take that risk

“Put your arms around my neck” you did as he told you letting out a strangled groan of pain as he raised you into the air making his heart beat quickly “you’re doing amazing princess, just a short walk now”

You truly admired the way Bucky had went from a nervous wreck to full blown sergeant in a matter of minutes when he realised he had to help you, he always put your safety before his feelings and you loved him for it.

It was movie night and you were currently sandwiched between Steve and Bucky with stitches in your shoulder and a thigh high cast on your leg. The rest of the team had let you pick the movie on account of recent events so you were currently watching (Y/F/M).

“Hungry doll?” Bucky whispered into your ear, he had been like your own personal nurse this last week, tending to your every need helping you get washed and dressed and cooking you meals, he really was the best.

You nodded looking up into his eyes “I’ll go make popcorn” you felt the sofa move as he got up and you turned to Steve

“Was he always like this?” You questioned

“Like what?” Steve quirked a brow at you

“You know, all loving ready to help at every call?” You explained making Steve smile

“No… this is all for you” Steve turned back to the movie before whispering in your ear “you’re the only person he’s ever fallen in love with (Y/N), sure he was a ladies man in the day but the way he is with you? I’ve never seen that, I really do believe you are his reason for living”

You were in shock at Steve’s words, he usually didn’t speak of your a Bucky’s relationship in this way but you thanked him silently for it as Bucky came back with a bowl of popcorn for you. He sat down wrapping his flesh arm around you protectively and feeding you popcorn with the other.

You smiled “I am truly madly in love with you James Buchanan Barnes”

His eyes softened as he pressed his soft lips to yours “and I am truly madly in love with you (Y/N)
(Y/L/N)” pressing his lips to yours once more you both missed the smile Steve had at his two best friends.

It Always Starts As Friends: A Kol Mikaelson Imagine

Request from Anon: Hello love could you possibly do one with kol where you’re best friends and get jealous when he starts to hang out with davina a lot. Maybe the reader and kol end up together or something just a whole bunch of angst and fluff please? sorry if it’s really descriptive.

I’m so sorry that this has taken so long, but I hope you like it. Also for the purpose of this imagine in relation to the gif, just imagine the reader is Davina (it was the best one I could find and Kolvina is too perfect). Enjoy x 

There was only one word for what you were feeling. It was not a word you often used, nor was it one that you particularly liked. It also meant that you had the potential to be a cliche, which was something you most definitely did not want to be. 

It started to bubble up when your best friend, Kol Mikaelson, started hanging around with Davina Claire. They were laughing and smiling at the young witch’s failed attempt to perform a simple spell that Kol was trying to teach her. 

It started to overheat when you saw the way Davina looked at him. It was the way you had seen many girls look at him before, with awe and admiration, like he was the only thing that mattered. However, it had never bothered you this much before. 

“Jealousy.”

A voice came from behind you, snapping you out of your thoughts. Turning, you saw Niklaus, his own signature smirk, which was very different from Kol’s, prominent on his face. 

“I’m sorry?”

“Jealousy. I believe that’s what you call what you’re feeling right now, Y/N. And I must tell you, you definitely do not suit it.”

“What are you talking about? I’m not jealous.”

Klaus rolled his eyes.

“Are you sure about that love? It just seems to me that if you keep staring at Davina Claire in that way, you’re probably going to burn a hole in her head. And before you start protesting that my little brother is your purely platonic best friend, I’ll remind you that you’re not the first to fall for my brother, nor will you be the last. No-one’s going to blame you for feeling that way.”

Klaus walked away, leaving you to chew on his words. 

It was true that ever since Kol had come back from the dead, you had felt a stronger bond with him. One that was much stronger than the string that was friendship. 

It wasn’t until Davina kissed Kol on the cheek before leaving that you truly accepted it. 

You were in love with Kol Mikaelson. 

“Told you.”

“Oh shut up, Klaus. Just tell me what to do.”

Klaus’ advice was far from helpful when you told him that he was right. He seemed more focused in bathing in the glory of being right than actually tackling the problem. 

Leaving him to his own devices, you decided to think it over in your room. It had been two days since you’d given into your feelings for your best friend, and as a result had tried to avoid him at every cost. 

It was torture. 

It was torture not seeing his flawless face, not ruffling that silky hair, not looking into those beautiful brown eyes. It was torture not seeing his smile, his smirk, his smug expression whenever he was right. It was torture not hearing his laugh, the noise that was music to your ears. 

It was torture not being near him. 

Elijah had told you that Kol had been spending more and more time with Davina, her affections for him clearly growing each day as he taught her magic. 

Sighing, you fiddled with the bracelet on your wrist. It was one Kol had given you on your birthday so many years ago, your birthstone dangling from it, refracting any light that shined off it. 

“Why did I have to fall in love with you, Kol Mikaelson?”

“You love me?”

Eyes widening at the sound of Kol’s voice, you looked up at him standing in the doorway. The look of shock on his face matched yours. He had clearly heard. 

“Um, what are you doing here?”

“You’ve been avoiding me, I came to see what’s wrong. But never mind that, I think we should discuss what you just said.”

You struggled for words, backing away towards the head of the bed as Kol sat on the edge of it, staring at you intently. 

“I-I-”

“Love me.”

“Um, yes. Although you weren’t supposed to hear that. I mean, you were supposed to hear that, just not yet. I mean,-”

Your words were cut off when Kol placed his lips on yours. The kiss was sudden, passionate, everything you had imagined and more. He pulled you closer to him, his hands on the small of your back as he set your heart on fire. 

When both of you pulled apart for air, and the fire in your chest extinguished, he tucked a lonely piece of hair behind your ear, smiling at you. 

“What was that for?”

He looked down, his nose gently knocking against yours. You shivered, the feeling of his skin on yours enough to make you think you were dreaming. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that, Y/N,” as he spoke, he began to fiddle with that bracelet on your wrist, before taking your hand and drawing patterns on your palm. 

“When you’ve been alive for a thousand years, there’s always the possibility that at some point you’re going to become a character in a story. A generic story where the guy gets the girl and everything’s happy-go-lucky. Everything’s easy. Even us Mikaelsons, who constantly put people in danger, who have trouble following them around like a bloody lost puppy, get it sometimes. Klaus with Hope, and then again with Cami. Elijah with Hayley. I guess it was only a matter of time before I got it too.”

You cupped his cheek, not quite understanding where he was going with this. 

“What are you talking about, Kol?”

This time, as he spoke, the patterns on your palm ceased to exist, and his brown eyes set sight on you. 

“I’m talking about the fact that in these generic stories, it always starts as friends. And to be honest, I was hoping it would be you. I guess what I’m saying is, I love you Y/N Y/L/N. Always have, always will.”

You kissed him again, throwing yourself into the hurricane that would become the story of Y/N Y/L/N and Kol Mikaelson. 

Masterlist

anonymous asked:

Request of RFA wanting MC to move in with them but finding out MC has three big dogs.


You mean my dream? (I want all the dogs) Absolutely! Thanks for the request! 

Yoosung

  • When he brought up the idea of living together his eyes lit up and sparkled like Christmas lights
  • But you had a secret that hadn’t been brought up.
  • Three large dogs waited at home for you.
  • Yoosung gets super excited. “When can I meet them?”
  • “We can go over and see them now if you want.”
  • He was ready to go that second.
  • When he gets to meet them he really didn’t comprehend how big they really were
  • But he still loves them on the spot
  • Letting them sniff him and after a few pets and scratches he his fully accepted into the pack
  • Yoosung loves them and they love him
  • Although he realizes you guys might need a bigger place
  • It’s a really heartwarming scene to see your beloved dogs and boyfriend get along
  • Yoosung goes through some serious strength training as he realizes that the dogs are stronger than him
  • He gets knocked down once in a while when they get too excited
  • Secretly he’s super happy they are big because he looks really manly walking them
  • Although as a result you get jealous too often when people hit on Yoosung and pet your dogs
  • He’s your cool angel

Zen

  • He brought up living together often and you never took it too seriously
  • Until he told you about a new house he had found and wanted your opinion
  • “Which room should be our bedroom?”
  • Shocked you had to break the news.
  • “I don’t know if we could live together,” you said cautiously. “See, I have three big dogs.”
  • “Really?” This was news to him.
  • “You’re always busy with your job…there was never time to introduce you.”
  • Although he was surprised he wanted to take this next step.
  • He took your hands and said, “I want to meet them.”
  • When he does he’s super awkward
  • He’s allergic to cats but despite not being allergic to dogs he was never allowed one
  • Plus having a pet with his career was troublesome
  • They’re friendly and become accustomed to him
  • Zen learns how to take care of them and comes to love them
  • He loves to go on runs and walks with them
  • You can often see photographs in magazines with him and the dogs out and about adding to his cool ratings

Jaehee

  • Since your things were always here and you had a space in her dresser and closet she thought it was only appropriate you move in
  • You had never imagined this step happening and got really excited only to be brought back to reality
  • “I want to but…” you but your lip. “I have three big dogs.”
  • “What?” she asked. “Dogs shed right?”
  • You nodded. “You can meet them, they’re really sweet.”
  • Jaehee combs over her schedule and finds a time that would fits best
  • She’s already dreading it after dealing with Elizabeth’s fur
  • But she understands that they are important to you and you are important to her
  • When she meets them her fears are confirmed
  • Three fluffy big, BIG, dogs greet her
  • Fur….so much fur….
  • Jaehee suggests a trial period in which they all live together
  • In the trial period Jaehee has to vacuum at least once a day to keep sane
  • However she admires that they are creatures of habit and work on a schedule for feeding, walking, and sleeping
  • Not to mention she loves that less people are willing to talk to her on the street when she walks them
  • When her stress levels hit overload she felt like crying
  • One of the dogs came over and rested it’s head on her lap
  • She didn’t know what to do but the dog shoveled it’s nose under her hand until she petted it
  • Jaehee felt comforted somehow just petting it’s soft fur
  • She researched the benefits of an emotional support animal and was amazed
  • Sometimes you come home and find her cuddled up around them on the couch despite them not being aloud on the furniture

Jumin

  • Hahahaha, oh boy.
  • It doesn’t take long for him to notice
  • He always encourages you to stay over but even when you do you’re leaving at certain times to head home
  • He confronts you about it stating, “You should just live here with me and Elizabeth.”
  • To which you blurt, “I have three dogs!”
  • “What?” he was stunned and then turned serious. “That’s not a funny joke.”
  • “Because it’s not a joke,” you shot back.
  • He couldn’t believe this, what a betrayal!
  • “Well you could still live here.”
  • You knew this would happen. “I knew it. I avoided telling you because I knew you wouldn’t approve.”
  • Clutching at your heart you said, “I love them. I can’t leave them behind.”
  • He didn’t want this. He couldn’t stand to see such a heart broken look on your face but…
  • “I don’t want Elizabeth to get hurt.”
  • “We could let them meet…they’ve never shown any aggression towards cats before.”
  • Jumin hesitated but ultimately agreed.
  • He brought her over to your place and was very much an edge
  • Elizabeth on the other hand strutted about like she owned the place
  • You let the dogs out and Jumin couldn’t believe their size
  • He thought for sure they would eat Elizabeth
  • As one dog opened it’s mouth and came closer Jumin lunged but you stopped him
  • The dog laid down and licked Elizabeth’s fur. The other two sniffed and laid down next to her seemingly care free. Elizabeth even purred.
  • Traitor
  • So excited you clapped your hands. “Oh my god how cute! They like each other!”
  • You tug him forward. It was his turn. The two dogs laying down didn’t mind him but the one who had initially liked Elizabeth simply stared at him.
  • After a moment the dog walked over and sat next to you with his back facing Jumin
  • You try to play it off as the dog being shy put Jumin understood the challenge
  • From then on it seemed that dog in particular had a vendetta against him
  • It would ignore him unless you were around
  • It would sometimes snuggle between you in bed or on the couch
  • A few ties and socks were ruined or went “missing” 
  • But since it adored Elizabeth he couldn’t complain
  • Constant staring contests are held
  • Jumin gets jealous easily when you give them too much attention over him
  • Now he knows how you feel

Saeyoung

  • He worried often about you traveling between his home and yours
  • Plus it would be great to have you sleep in with him all the time
  • So one day he brought up the notion of living together
  • He had to know right?
  • “I have three dogs,” you stated.
  • “Psh I know that,” he responded.
  • “Big dogs,” you emphasized.
  • He shrugged it off.
  • So you brought them over to meet him.
  • Theirs a mutual love but you’re getting the short end of the stick
  • You’re most of the discipline in the house
  • He spoils them too much and lets them do most of what they please
  • One day you came back and found all four of them on the couch with individual bags of Honey Buddha chips.
  • They just lay about and act lazy
  • He makes memes out of them and spreads them across the internet
  • He loves to terrorize Jumin
  • He even catnapped Elizabeth just to bring her to the house to take pictures of her with the dogs
  • Horrible dog based puns galore
  • Although when it’s time to get serious he has them trained as perfect guard dogs
  • And you have to wonder when the hell he had time to train them!?
Together Forever

Fandom: The Originals 
Request: “Can you do a Elijah x reader where the reader is the first vampire that Elijah turned and they fell in love and spent a few hundred years together but Elijah does something bad and the reader leaves him. fast forward to the present and they meet again and fall in love with each other all over again”
Word Count: 1798


The sun was setting in the sky along with a drizzle of rain. You happily sipped away at your coffee while siting at your favourite spot in the cafe by the window.  It was the perfect match of the smell, light and the comfy couch chair you sat in. While taking a sip of your coffee you almost spat it out in disbelief. In the corner of your eye you spotted a familiar face. You wanted to be somewhere that you recognised anyone and vice versa.

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Creepypasta #1172: I Saw The Devil

Length: Short

They say the Devil is the lord of lies. That his tongue spews only vileness and deceit.

Well, I saw the Devil. He spoke to me. The hellfire of his words still burn in my mind. He confirmed my darkest fear, answering all of my questions before I could even ask them.

“It’s true, David. All of it,” The Devil said. “She never loved you. They’re not even yours.”

The Devil’s stare pierced my very soul. No one else believed me when I told them the kids weren’t mine. Everyone would scoff, saying Anna would never look at another man. They would say the children even have my icy blue eyes. I don’t believe it.

Yet, He believed me. He knew it, and he even came to me to confirm it.

I stared down at the sink, watching the steamy hot water flow down the drain.

The Devil didn’t just come to tell me about that wicked adultress. No. He wanted something better. A win-win situation, you might call it.

We made a pact. He would punish them for eternity if I were to sell him their souls.

I gladly accepted.

Earlier tonight while everyone slept, I watched as he claimed my adultress wife. Next, he claimed her bastard children.

Still looking down, my hands finally met the warm water. It brought a smile to my face as I rubbed my hands together, washing their crimson sin down the drain.

After turning off the faucets, I looked up into the mirror.

The Devil’s icy blue eyes stared back at me.

Credits to: Dastories

The Mom Ch. 1

Fandom: BIGBANG/ Choi Seung Hyun

Synopsis: Samchilil

Warnings: All the fluff!!! Seriously fluffy feels ahead…

Author’s Note: Here we go again, dear readers! Off on another adventure with The Nanny. What sort of scenarios are we going to get up to this time? ;)
Remember, feedback is love! <3

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This story contains fictional representations of real people. None of the events are true. This is from an American standpoint, so some of the situations may not happen the same way they might in Korea. I make no money from the writing of this fictional work.

Masterlist


The morning after the birth of the twins found you feeling like you’d been run over by a bus. Your muscles were sore and weak, you’d barely had any sleep and you swore if anyone tried to feed you yet another bowl of Miyeokguk you were going to throw it at them.

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midnight talk // finn shelby & reader

· Hey I’d like to request an Imagine in which the reader is grace child and as a teenager she meets Tommy and is falling for Finn If you could make it -> thank you so much💕 

· 23 and 50 would be really cute with finn!!

23 - “we have to be quiet.”

50 - “people are staring.”

You had travelled from the alive, electric city of New York, America to the smoky, deadened city of Birmingham, England with your mother. And though you had made your detest of the idea known to her, she had dragged you alongside her despite your requests to stay in New York. She’d spoke wildly of the last time she was here (you’d been to young the first time she came over and stayed in Ireland), attempting to make the city seem just as unforgettable as New York, but you and her both knew: it wasn’t the city that was unforgettable, it was the people.

The carriage buckled slightly as it sped over the cobbled streets of Small Heath, your heart jolted and your hand grasped onto the seat beside you for support if it was needed. Your mother chuckled slightly beside you, apparently she was used to this kind of reckless driving. You simply rolled your eyes and turned your head to the carriage window. Smoky air clouded the city, billowing past the cart in cosmic waves. Everything you laid your eyes on seemed blackened with ash and dirt: the cars, the buildings, even the people seemed to have skin smudged with the substance. You turned back to your mother, a pleading look present on your features. But she only smiled sweetly. And you couldn’t say a thing.

The carriage came to a rocky stop adjacent to an emerald green pub, it’s still shining paint seeming rather out-of-place among the crumbling bricks it was surrounded by. You stepped out as your mother paid; the stench of smoke overpowering your senses. As the cab drove off in a gush of fumes, you were left behind; you couldn’t help but overlook the street, a sigh emitting from your parted lips.

“[y/n], come!” Your mother waved you over with a smile, one hand pressed against the door of The Garrison, which she’d partly opened. With a slight run, you met her at the entrance, where her arm slipped around your own as the two of you entered side by side.

“Grace!” Came a muffled shout from the almost empty bar, a well-dressed man you’d never met before came to greet you, a cigarette hanging from his mouth, “lovely to see you again.”

“You too, Thomas.” They kissed briefly on the cheek before your mother turned to you, “this is my daughter, [y/n].” He nodded his head to you, slightly tipping the peak of his cap.

“Same age as Finn?” He turned to Grace with his query. With a slight furrow of her eyebrows she replied promptly.

“I believe so.”

“Finn, c’mere!” Thomas shouted, to which a door swung open and a young boy (about the same age as you) came to his side.

“Yeah, Tommy?” The boy inquired. 

“This is [y/n],” Thomas held his hand towards you with a drag of his cigarette and smile to Finn, whose eyes trailed over you as his older brother spoke, “[y/n] this is Finn. He will be showing you around Small Heath for the day.” Your eyebrows raised in unison with Finn’s.

“I am?”

“He is?”

“Yes, now go on.” Tommy practically pushed the two of you out the doors of The Garrison himself, until you were both stood on the street outside in a somewhat awkward silence. You shuffled on your feet and smoothed out the skirt of your dress as the two of you stared down at the floor. Finn cleared his throat loudly.

“Err… So, I’ll guess we’ll start with my street, then…?” 

“Sounds… good.”


Before the two of you had even realised, the sun had set over Small Heath, and while the dark night only enhanced the tarnished state of the streets; the city had grown on you since your arrival. And, perhaps even more surprisingly, the two of you had became almost like best friends in the mere hours you’d spent together upon Tommy’s orders. You had spoke freely to him about living in Ireland and New York, and how initially you practically begged for your mother to not bring you here. To you, it was as though you had found someone you could speak to without worry of repercussions or judgement. And Finn reciprocated those feelings. He was the youngest of his siblings; a Peaky boy. Most of the children his age were told to avoid him in case of run-ins with his elder brothers, and yet he felt like he couldn’t speak openly to them without a hearty laugh from every sentance he spoke.

It was nearing midnight when the two of you had finally reached the Shelby family home again. You’re mother wasn’t worried; with all her knowledge, she knew you would be safe with a Shelby lad. Finn’s hand was wrapped tightly around your own as he guided you through the kitchen, which was only lit by the reflection of the moon through the panelled glass.

We have to be quiet.” He spoke in whispers as he showed you up the stairs, his hand now framing your lower back. “Polly will be asleep.” Slowly, he opened the door to his room, allowing you to enter first. The two of you sat down on the bed beside each other, your head lazily rolling against Finn’s shoulder as your eyes drooped. Yet, you still had so much to speak about. And you continued to speak until your eyes shut completely.


You woke the next morning laid atop Finn’s bed, your hand flung over the side to meet his near where he was curled upon a bed of pillows and blankets on the floor, still dressed smartly in the same suit he wore the day before. You smiled graciously at the sleeping boy before noticing the open door, complete with a hazy figure standing in the doorway. 

“Wake Finn up, would you [y/n]?” Tommy asked as he blew smoke from his full lips, of which were formed in a smirk. “Breakfast is in five.” He left and shut the door behind him, leaving you to lightly chuckle to yourself before reaching down and disturbing Finn from his slumber with a gentle shake.

The two of you made your way downstairs in a quick fashion, still dressed head-to-toe in your outfits from the previous day. Finn opened the door, stepping aside to allow you to slip in before him. Met with smirks and stares from the Shelby family, as well as your mother, who was sat with raised eyebrows as she sipped on a small teacup, Finn’s eyebrows furrowed. He lent down slightly to your height until his lips were close to your ear.

People are staring.” You couldn’t help but chuckle slightly at his observation, looking up at the sweet boy you’d grown to like in more than just one way.

“Nothing for you to worry about, Finn. Toast?”

Kings and Queens

Anti-Camille. I don’t think she’d do this in canon, but whatever, right? Also, the idea of Klaus having Caroline’s contact name be Queen is not mine.

Rated M but SFW for the most part. Part Two


Camille said goodnight to Klaus and his siblings with a plan in mind.

Rebekah had shown her to her temporary room – she wasn’t safe in the city for some reason they didn’t tell her – but that wasn’t where she was heading.

All upstairs was lined with spelled sage candles, though only a few were lit up. She sidestepped them for the room she wanted, at the end of the hall.

It was Klaus’ room, and she’d only ever seen it once. With dark walls, a big bed, and many pieces of artwork, it screamed ‘Klaus Mikaelson’.

She gently sat on the bed, wanting to savor being there. It was so intimate. She knew that no one else came in this room, but maybe he’d let her now that she’d come in. He was warming up to her, so it was a good possibility.

She looked around, hoping for more clues into his personality. She didn’t find much, just paintings, letters, and, oddly, a pair of women’s underwear. Camille stared at it for a long moment, noting how it seemed recent, almost like something she owned. She knew he’d never panty raided her…but what if he did? There would be no way she would know unless he said so. She shivered at the possibilities.

She set the lace down where it had been in the first place, in his drawer full of keepsakes, and moved back to the bed.

There was a phone on the bedside table. Curious, she picked it up, and opened it easily. None of the Mikaelsons had passcodes. Too technologically advanced, apparently.

There weren’t any apps, nothing on Safari, no notes, nothing like that. She didn’t check the texts, though, because surely there was a line she couldn’t cross and that was it. She did, however, check the contacts.

There were only a few – Elijah, Katherine, Queen, Rebekah, and Stefan. She only recognized the names of his siblings, though the name Stefan did sound familiar. The other two names sent a flare of jealousy through her. Katherine? Queen? Really?

Completely disregarding her hesitancy, she clicks on the texting app.

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