i suddenly had feelings over this promise

Orange Tulips (M)

Originally posted by kookiefly

=> Jeon Jungkook. Soulmate!AU. Reincarnation!AU 

Summary: You’d remember Jungkook with every life you lived. Only he’d never remember you, never recall how your fates were written in the stars since the beginning of time.

Genre: Angst. Fluff. Light Smut

Words: 10,294

a/n: This is a roller coaster of emotions, but it has a happy endng because I’m a sap and didn’t want to make myself cry.

He came to you like a breath of fresh air, cleansing your body and bringing life to your bones. He was the type of art that only existed on grainy canvases of white, beautiful colors blending together to form a perfection to your eyes. He was the smell of fresh rain on a summers afternoon, peculiar and satisfying mixed into nothing other than complete and utter fondness on your part.

He was your other half.

He just didn’t know it.

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comfort: worth it

summary: your family past has left you insecure, and when you meet bucky barnes, you can’t get close to him because you think that you don’t deserve him

pairing: bucky x reader

word count: 1748 words

warnings: insecurity, slight angst, fluff

notes: a request, I’ll be answering your ask privately, I’m not sure if I interpreted it correctly, but I hope it’s okay! 

Originally posted by buckingoffthebed

Your life has been, frankly, a whirlwind, and some parts of it have been great. Others, however, have left you wanting to shrink away into the background. Mainly, you were never close to your family, and you never really got along with them. To some, that may seem normal, but unfortunately, they’ve messed you up. Maybe not on the outside, but definitely your mind has become much more insecure from your upbringing. You don’t live with them anymore, thank goodness, and that’s where your story takes an unexpected turn.

You began working for Pepper Potts, a woman who you looked up to greatly, and your close friendship with her linked you to the Avengers. They made great friends, and you trusted them with telling them all your problems, they were a sanctuary. That is, until, James Barnes walked into your life.

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Originally posted by thefirstgingerdoctor

Pairing: Peter Pan x Reader

Prompt:  anonymous asked: okay so I’ve been looking through a LOT of your imagines and its safe to say that i frikin love ur blog and i was wondering if you could do one of peter pan x reader where the reader is watching the campfire at the corner and peter comes up from behind (theyre dating btw) without her knowing and starts kissing down her neck and teasing her there and id love it to be just really cute and pan whispers some inappropriate things and end in smut + lots if foreplay :))

Anonymous asked: YOOO YOUR SMUT IS SO GOOD THANK YOU!!!! More Peter Pan smut okay? ;) Robbie Kay is a sexy devil. But seriously ur writing is so talented you should be proud

Warning: SMUT!                                                                                    

A/N:  I am going to hell. Enjoy darlings!


You had traveled to just about every realm, but you can honestly say Neverland was your favorite. When you had first arrived you knew you were going to love dense-jungle island. It held such magic and wonder that you felt like you had jumped into a fairytale. Well, you kind of had, but that’s beside the point.

When you had first arrived, Peter and his Lost Boys were wary of you, having never had a girl come to the island before, not including Wendy, of course. As time went on, however, the boys learned to love you, seeing you as an equal and friend. Peter had taken an extra special liking to you, though. Two months into your stay in Neverland, the beautiful demon boy had pulled you the most beautiful spot in Neverland, and for the first time, had told you of his love for you. Ever since then, the two of you could rarely be seen without the other. You made him into a better person, the person he thought you deserved, and for once in your life, you could say you were genuinely happy.

It was night; the day had been long day, the boys just now settling down from a day full of games. Most had gone to sleep, but you and a few others had stayed up, watching the campfires glow. You were transfixed by the flames, the colors melding together to create such a wonderful array, it was nearly impossible to look away. You were too lost in thought; you didn’t even hear someone approach you from behind. You felt a pair of lips on the back of your neck, and you jolted in surprise. You soon relaxed, knowing it was Peter. No one else dared to touch you in such a way.

Peter kept placing kisses on your neck, making you moan slightly. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him. You sighed contently, loving the feeling of his body against you.  You felt him press his lips against the shell of your ear, before you heard him whisper in your ear. “(Y/N), kitten, do you have any idea how much I want you?” You gasped sharply at his words, a faint blush dusting your cheeks. “Oh, love, I’ve been thinking about that tight pussy all day. Can’t wait to get you alone, kitten. Gonna make you scream my bloody name.” You pressed your thighs together in hopes of getting some friction, the wetness in your panties growing.

Peter knew what he was doing, and he loved it. He loved the affect he had on you, what a few simple words could reduce you too. He decided to take it a step further by ghosting his hand over your clothed core, the slight touch making you whimper. He smirked against your neck, knowing he has you right where he wants you. “Come on love, let’s get out of here, yeah?” he whispers in your ear, his hands still ghosting over where you want him most. Not trusting your voice, you nodded, allowing him to poof the pair of you back to his treehouse.

As soon as you appeared in his treehouse he slammed you against a wall, his lips harshly covering yours. You moaned against his lips, pressing your back against his with equal fervor. You brought your hands to his head, tugging at the soft hair there. He groaned, and deepened the kiss. You felt his hand in your hair, before he suddenly jerked your head to the side. You gasped at the feeling, before you felt him bite and suck on your neck. You almost whimpered under his ministrations, loving his treatment of you. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling your body closer to his.

You felt his hand trailing under your shirt, before firmly grabbing your breasts through your bra, his attack on your neck not stopping for one moment. You were too lost in the sensations; you didn’t even hear a faint snap of his fingers. You hadn’t realized what he had done until you had felt a slight breeze against your skin, your eyes moved down and you saw he had made both of your clothes disappear. You laughed slightly, loving how impatient he was. Your laughter died off when you felt the hand that was once in your hair cupping your core.

You moaned loudly, his fingers slowly and methodically tracing your lower lips. His attack on your breasts hadn’t stopped; his hands alone making you tremble and moan. He pinched your nipple, rolling it between his finger and thumb. The same time he did this, he slowly entered one finger into your dripping core. You whimpered, the feelings were becoming too much. “Peter please…” you whimpered out, wanted to feel more. He smirked, before adding another finger, and quickening his pace. You moaned, the delicious friction causing your knees to shake.

You felt you’re high coming quickly, faster than you had anticipated. Your moans becoming louder, faster, the sounds of your pleasure filling the room. You were almost there, until he suddenly pulled away. You cried out, distraught over the loss of his fingers inside your pussy. “Shh, now love, I’ve got you. Gonna make you feel really good, love, I promise.”

He dropped down on his knees in front of you, his face dangerously close to your core. Your eyes widened at the realization of what he was going to do. He smirked up at you, never breaking eye contact as he licked a broad stripe on your pussy. You moaned out, eyes instantly closing, your head falling back slightly. Peter wrapped his arms arounds your thighs, pushing you closer to him. His tongue teased against your entrance, tracing letters to your core. You could barely make out what he was spelling, your head to dizzy with pleasure. M-I-N-E. You moaned loudly at the realization of what he was spelling, his possessiveness over you turning you on even more. He traced the word over your core a few more times, before finally flicking his tongue over your clit. You nearly screamed, the feeling becoming too much. For the second time that night you felt your high approaching again.

Peter pulled away before you could cum, leaving you almost screaming in frustration. He stood up quickly, pressing you against the wall yet again. “Jump.” He said, a commanding tone in his voice. You instantly complied, jumping up and wrapping your arms around his waist, and your arms around his neck. He pushed your back firmly against the wall before attaching his lips to your, reaching between your bodies to guide his cock into your wet heat. He slowly pushed in, the both of you moaning against the others lips when he was fully sheathed inside you.

He started rocking his hips at a fast pace, earning a grateful moan from you.  “Oh, love, you feel so perfect around me. Bet you love my cock inside you, huh kitten?” He moaned in your ear, the sounds of his grunting and panting flooding your senses. You just frantically nodded your head, words failing you at the moment. He started pounding harder into you, his hand trailing between your bodies, suddenly toying with your clit.

You let out a choked noise, you fingers carding in his hair. . His head dropped into the crook of your neck, his movements relentless. You felt your pussy tighten around his cock, your orgasm approaching for the third time that night.  “P-peter! I-I’m gonna…!” you moaned out, wanting nothing more than to cum. “I know, gorgeous. Me too. C-come for me, (Y/N).Cum, now.”  His words sent you over the edge, your grip on his hair tightened as you screamed out his name. He followed you into bliss, your name falling off his lips like a prayers.

When you both came off of your highs, you shakily un-wrapped your legs around his waist, you almost falling to the ground in the process. Peter caught you in time, and picked you up bridal style, before carrying you over the bed. He laid you down on top of the bed before lying down next to you. You turned to get comfortable, sleep almost consuming you, before you felt Peter wrap an arm around your waist, pulling your body against his.

He leaned over and placed a gently kiss on your forehead. “I love you, my little Lost Girl.” He whispered, his hands playing with your hair as a way to lull you to sleep. You smiled sleepily, before replying “I love you too, Peter.” Sleep quickly took over your mind, his motions soothing you. Peter smiled at your sleeping form, wondering just how he got so lucky to have you in his life.

A Realization (Elriel Fluff)

Written for this prompt from @tinylittlebluebird: ‘Azriel slowly starting to realise how he feels about Elaine but does not know how to approach her if at all.’

It took Azriel far too long to realize what was going on. He’d always thought that love happened fast – that when you fell, you fell hard and in an instant. After all, when Mor had come into his life, it had been a like a lightening strike in his chest. Mor, who’d been beautiful and confident and free even as a young woman trapped by her family. Mor, who’d teased him and danced with him and saw him as something other than a monster.

Cauldron, he’d loved her so fast. She’d been the first female to give him the light of day. And he’d hoped, for so long, that whatever it was between would extend past friendship.

A beautiful dream, really. But an impossible one, he would later realize. In the end, this friendship between him and Mor was more than enough. He still loved her, of course. (How could he not? Mor was entirely unique and a genuinely good person, through and through.) But he was no longer in love with her – he’d had to let that part of himself go until it became nothing more than another facet of their complicated but treasured history.

Considering this, it was no surprise that he had trouble recognizing the feeling that had so slowly built in his chest. It was just so dissimilar from what he thought he knew of love. Because when Azriel was around Elain, it wasn’t like lightning under his skin… no, it was a softer, gentler thing, though by no means any less potent. It felt like flying on a clear day, when he knew his wings would carry him true but the thrill of the fall was never far away.

Elain hadn’t sprung on him suddenly; his feelings for her hadn’t hit him in an instant. Instead, they had grown without him realizing – grown in the presence of her sweet smiles, in the fierce spirit that many didn’t see, in the strength with which she fought against her more violent visions. They grew with every passing day, with every happy look she sent his way, with every time she sought his company above all others. And Azriel hadn’t had a word to describe why that pleased him so.

It was love, of course. That had been the word he’d been looking for this entire time. Love.

(He was in love, truly in love – Azriel could hardly fathom it.)

Still, now that he knew what this feeling was, this ache deep in his chest… now that he understood the true depth of his love for Elain, he had no idea how to act around her. He clearly wasn’t as observant as he liked to think, considering that in five centuries at Mor’s side he hadn’t seen where her desires lie. What if Elain didn’t feel the same? What if she wasn’t interested in anything other than his friendship? His quiet companionship?

She was a woman who had just given up a mating bond, after all. And if Lucien Vanserra wasn’t worthy of her, how could he claim to be any better? He didn’t have a Cauldron-given connection to Elain.

But still, that feeling persisted. And sometimes, just sometimes, he saw something in the way Elain looked at him… and he thought that maybe this look was a mirror of his own. But how could he be sure? After Mor? After his long and lonely history? 

He didn't… he didn’t want to risk loosing Elain. Perhaps it was best to simply remain friends. She didn’t need him pushing his affections on her unwarranted. Certainly not after that bastard of a fiancé had so cruelly turned her away. Nor after she and Lucien had tried so earnestly to accept their bond, only for it to end in disappointment.

So he tried his best to act normally around her, as he had always done. But this new awareness he had of her, of his feelings for her, made it nigh on impossible. (Which, really, was just ridiculous – he was the spymaster, his entire life revolved around being able to charm others, to lie through his teeth so he could get the information he needed. Why should this be any different? Why couldn’t he pretend now?)

(Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous… But, Cauldron, Azriel wouldn’t change it for the world.)

He shouldn’t be freezing up every time she put a gentle hand on his arm, her brown eyes all lit with excitement as she explained a new discovery to him. He shouldn’t be hesitating at the entrance to the garden whenever he saw she was already there, kneeling amidst the grass without a care. He shouldn’t be avoiding her when he knew she was looking for him… He shouldn’t be hesitating to pick her up and carry her to her bedroom after a particularly bad vision, the kind that made her collapse in exhaustion.

These were all things he’d done before, before the realization that had blind-sided him so completely he couldn’t even look at Elain without that awareness filling his very blood.

And now, walking around Velaris, he definitely shouldn’t have locked up completely when Elain hooked her arm through his. It was an innocent gesture, one she’d done dozens of times before – whenever they explored the city together, really. (Elain had started this tradition with him back in the early days, when they’d all still been healing from the events of Hybern. She’d wanted some time away from the house and away from her well-meaning but oftentimes overbearing sisters. What better way to do that than explore the City of Starlight with a new friend? Cauldron, Azriel had enjoyed those days… had enjoyed showing Elain the wonders of his home, making her smile with delight, the fog of her gaze momentarily lifting…)

(In hindsight, perhaps his feelings had been obvious for a while.)

Elain froze beside him, almost in tandem with him. She glanced up at him worriedly, her brow scrunched slightly. Azriel was all too tempted thumb that concerned crease away, to trail his fingers from the side of her brow bone to the delicate point of her chin.

“Are you all right, Azriel?” she asked him, big eyes still focused on him. He liked how she said his name – always Azriel, never Az or another nickname. His full name had always reminded him of the dark dungeon he had spent so much of his childhood in, of his brothers’ mocking voices as they set his hands ablaze. (‘Little Azriel is crying, but what else could we expect from a pathetic half-blood bastard?’) But Elain brought something good to his name, said it with such tenderness. From her, his name felt like a blessing, not a curse.

“Fine,” he replied eventually, not-at-all convincing. “I’m fine.”

She bit her lip nervously. “Are you sure? You’ve been acting strange of late. Is it– Have I done something to offend you?” 

No. No, you haven’t.” Azriel replied vehemently, though Elain remained doubtful. He touched the hand she still had on his arm and tried to be lighthearted. “You are completely innocent of any supposed crime; that I can promise.”

She nodded, turning her hand over so she could tangle their fingers together. (A friendly gesture, Azriel had to remind his racing heart.) “Good. I was worried. I had thought–”

Azriel frowned at the abrupt stop. He gentled his voice. “Thought what?”

She gazed stubbornly at their hands, suddenly shy. Azriel stilled completely under her soft touch and waited; he had the odd feeling that whatever she would say now might change the course of their relationship forever. In his silence, he watched her closely. There was color high on her cheeks, her hair coming loose from where she had it gathered at the back of her neck. She kept her eyes away from him, lifting her free hand so she could hold his in between the both of hers. Elain smiled a little as he let her play with his fingers, though it was tempered by something anxious in her demeanor. Azriel was tempted to speak, to sooth away the nervous line of her brow, but felt that his speaking might make her retreat. 

Still, his own nerves weren’t helped by the waiting. He could sneak into enemy territory without fear, could fight his way through the most of dangerous of battles without hesitation… but this? This connection? Putting his heart on the line? These were things he never truly understood how to do. Even after five hundred years of life, he didn’t really understand how to approach someone for something more than the simple pleasures of the flesh.

So, Azriel held his tongue and hoped and hoped and hoped

Finally, she spoke. “I thought… I thought that maybe I was too forward. That you didn’t want me like I… like I want you.”

Azriel blinked in surprise. All attempts at calming his heart became futile, for it stuttered in his chest before racing faster than ever.

And then a smile bloomed on his face, unstoppable. Too forward? Want me like I want you? You are everything I want, Azrel thought in disbelief. But he didn’t say that. Not yet. Instead his grin widened as he slowly cupped Elain’s cheek with his free hand, tilting her head up until their eyes met. Suddenly, he knew exactly what to do, his free-falling heart guiding him true.

“I think the day that anyone thought you to be too forward, Elain Archeron, we would all die of shock,” Azriel said lightly, an almost imperceptible mischievousness in his voice.

“No, I– Wait. Are you teasing me?”

There’s that sparkle of delight I’ve been waiting for, he thought as he stared into her bright eyes. All hints of shyness had disappeared with his bad attempt at humor, her own lips pulling into that lovely, lovely smile of hers. She lifted a hand to cover the one he still had resting on her cheek. 

“Only because you’ve made me an incredibly happy male,” he told her then, with raw honesty, uncaring that they were in the middle of the street, that anyone could see them. “How could I not want you, Elain? You are– You are everything.”

He couldn’t find the right words… but it didn’t seem to matter, as Elain’s smile became watery, overcome with emotion. And words seemed to fail her as well for a moment, her breathing faltering for the briefest second even as her eyes shined with a thousand different feelings that Azriel wanted to spend a lifetime deciphering.

She squeezed his hand tight and then rose to the tips of her toes, ever so slowly bracing herself against his body. “Azriel,” she whispered, barely audible, before slanting her lips over his.

And Azriel? He grinned wildly into her kiss, into Elain’s kiss. The free-fall feeling was back, the ache in his chest doubling, but for the moment he was unafraid. Because he wanted this. And he loved her… he loved her. So he tugged her against him, crushing them together and deepened their kiss, chasing her tongue with his.

When they finally pulled away from each other, Azriel couldn’t help but let out a chuckle even as his cheeks warmed slightly.

“What? Why are you laughing?” Elain asked curiously, a fond smile tugging at her kiss-bruised lips. 

He tilted his head at all the people around them in the street, at the way they were all purposefully not looking at the two of them. “While I fully support where this was going, I think perhaps it might be prudent to wait a while. I don’t think the citizens of Velaris would appreciate the view.” 

Elain’s cheeks soon matched his own, becoming a lovely rose color in her embarrassment. She hid her face in the soft fabric of his shirt, looping her arms around his waist. And yet her body shook lightly as she laughed at the revelation that they were still very much in public.

Mother above, I love her, Azriel couldn’t help but think.

Perhaps he should have told her then, said those three little words. But Azriel decided instead to wait. Although it had taken them a long time to get here, this was still new – fragile and precious even. And he wanted to learn her, to know her like he had known no other before. And he hoped she wanted to do the same with him.

Besides, Azriel was patient… and they had nothing but time. 

Eventually, he spoke. “What do you say we finish what we came out here to do? There was that restaurant I wanted to show you.” 

Elain lifted her head. “I like the sound of that,” she told him quietly.

Azriel couldn’t resist pressing a quick kiss to the corner of her mouth before he pulled away. Soon they were walking down the street again. Only this time Elain’s hand wasn’t placed in the crook of his elbow. This time, she kept her hand firmly in his.

And there it stayed.

“Broken” (Chapter Two)

Steve brings Bucky home to meet the family. Excited to hear what you guys think of everyone.

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“Easy.” Steve murmured and wrapped an arm around Bucky, who hadn’t stopped shaking since the plane had landed in New York. “I promise everything’s going to be fine, alright? The team can’t wait to meet you. They were all really excited when I called to say I was bringing you home.”

Bucky swallowed nervously and ducked his head, fear,anxiety,nervous bleeding from him, his wings folded as tight to his body as he could get them. “I dunno, Steve.” He whispered. “It wasn’t that long ago that I was trying to kill them, you know? And now you think they’re gonna just welcome me in?”

Steve extended his wings, settling one over Bucky’s hunched shoulders. “Trust me, Buck. If there’s one thing the team is good at, it’s letting the past be the past. You will be fine. Have I ever led you wrong?”

Bucky shrugged beneath the heavy weight of Steve’s feathers. “Stevie, I feel like all of the bad ideas we ever had came from you.”

Steve laughed that off, and tightened his wings around his best friend. “Everyone’s going to love you.” He promised. “We are all Omegas and Betas besides–.” he cleared his throat and Bucky nodded jerkily.


“And that’s just one, alright? I don’t even know if he’s home, but if he is, I’m right here for you, okay? You don’t have to worry about anything.”

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Word Count: 1.1k yiiikes that’s short

Summary: Tom is away for shooting and posts some pictures, you do some posting of your own. However, the message the pictures portray just doesn’t seem right anymore

Warnings: Starts out as fluffy, turns to angst real fast. Basically the the written equivalent of writer’s block. Kinda sad at the end. And my once again terrible writing holy craaaap

Note: You guys this is amazing I had barely any homework tonight so I got to work on this!! This is the second part to my ed sheeran series, hope you enjoy it!

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

The pitter-patter of rain outside matched the sound of your fingers frantically typing away on your laptop, writing on some news story that you were sure would never be published. You had quit your job at the flower shop only a few months before, Tom insisted that you pursued your dream of becoming a writer, so he had you apply for just about every job in journalism the two of you could find in your area.

So now you sat in your newly shared London apartment, Tom off in America for a new job. The year the two of you had been together had been great. Tom always encouraged you in your dreams, and you in his. However, you couldn’t help but miss the curly-haired, brown-eyed boy as the cold rain continued to fall. You sighed to yourself before looking back at the bright computer screen, the cursor seeming to accuse you with every blink. You were stuck, the words didn’t fit correctly, and any sense of progress was quickly overtaken by your brain simply blanking out. This report had you stuck.

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Couldn’t Help Myself (Samoa Joe x Reader)

A/N: OK SO I MADE THIS ???? Listen, I’ve been thirsting over Samoa Joe for quite a while, actually, but I had no one to share it with. Now though, after tonight’s RAW, everyone seems to FINALLY GET IT. So, I thought I’d write this to celebrate. I’ve legit never read Samoa Joe fanfiction before, so I have no stand point, just my horny self. I hope you guys enjoy it, I know he’s not for everyone and that’s just fine! Laters! xx

Side note: There are no good Samoa Joe gifs ???? 

Warnings: Slight dom mal/sub female. Swearing, teasing, shy reader. unprotected sex, smut without plot.

Word count: 4108 lolol

Tagging my usuals and some more: @hardcorewwetrash @imagines–assemble @imagineall-the-fandoms @blondekel77 @thiickreigns @m-a-t-91 @valeonmars @littlemissava13 @nuroxic @ihtscuddlesbeeetchx3 @superrezzy00 @momis30 @laochbaineann @alexispoo @taryndbiase @reigns420 @horcruxhunter5972 @xfirespritex @wrestlewriting @heelcharlie @archiveseb @wwefangirl69 @oreillyskyle @gingertalksshit @not-that-kinda-gurl08 @princess3733 @ridingmoxley @panic-angel3314 @wrestlingnoob @sunflowers-and-swear-words @wwe-rollins-lover @baeckyshorsewomen @the-greekgoddess @metabalaba @roaring-storm

Originally posted by totaldivasepisodes

You didn’t know exactly how it happened.

One second, you were talking to this guy at the bar, shyly pushing away his advances; the second, you and him were separated by a large body, your hands clutching to the counter like your life depended on it.

Truth be told, you weren’t particularly upset about being interrupted, seeing as the guy in question had been really insistent and was making things more uncomfortable by the minute. Hell, his innuendos were barely hidden, and you did not enjoy the way his eyes kept ghosting over you like you were nothing but a piece of meat waiting to be bitten into.

You were, however, extremely surprised about who had stepped in.

Samoa Joe, of all people.

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Betrothed 5

Summary: You have been betrothed to a disgusting pig to settle your father’s gambling debts. The night before your wedding, you are rescued by an unlikely party.

Read Part 1 here. Read Part 2 here. Read Part 3 here. Read Part 4 here.

A/N: Here you go! Please pay attention to the warnings on this one. I’ve put a break where the big one ends, basically the story is going right where the last part left off. Let me know what you think! (Also, some of the tags are not working! Sorry about that!)

Warnings: alcoholism, gambling, arranged marriage, bullying, maybe even verbal abuse, anxiety, unwanted attention/harassment, assault/rape (it doesn’t get too far, but major tw for that last one)


Originally posted by lokitty


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First Best Friend

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1743

Warnings: Little Angst, nice fluffy ending.

A/N – this is for @jared-padaloveme ‘s Fluffy Birthday Challenge. Happy Birthday Juju! With the prompt/trope → “You’re afraid that you’ll lose me in big crowds so you always hold my hand but now you just hold my hand when there’s only, like, five people around and I’m getting vry suspicious.”

The first time you met Sam Winchester, you were only a little munchkin. You barely remember but your mom had taken pictures. They were kept in your memory box, stored deep inside your closet, hidden under a few old sweaters that don’t fit you anymore but you refuse to throw away.

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request: hey was just wondering if I could request a Cisco x reader where Cisco helps Barry with defeating some metas but gets injured but the reader who has healing powers saves him :)” by anon

a/n: sorry if this took long, i was just trying to find some inspiration in writing this :-) hope you like it!

Masterlist Request here!

You were one of the few good things Barry had come back to after he had changed the timeline. He was at least thankful that by creating flashpoint and travelling back to time again to make things right, he suddenly somehow recruited you to Team Flash, a meta who had the ability to heal.

When you learned that you weren’t even included in the original timeline and yet you were here, you were also relieved because just being with them, fighting criminals, has been a blast — even if you did hurt yourself or the others did in the process. You treated them like family, though there was this one person that you always had mixed feelings with.

“Wait, wait, gently lay him down please.” Caitlin instructed Barry as he carries Cisco in his arms.

You practically ran inside the vortex upon their arrival, hearing from the earpiece that Cisco has been hurt badly from the latest crime scene they went to. Since he has been his alter ego Vibe for a few times now, Cisco finally decided to try and fight criminals with Barry Allen a.k.a. The Flash.

Though compared to the speedster, he obviously had less experience that Barry had. That’s why he was currently in this situation.

“What happened? Is he still breathing?” You asked rapidly, placing two of your fingers on his pulse to check the rhythmic beating.

“He still is but we have to do something.” Caitlin said. “Y/N, I know using your powers can drain you literally but Cisco —”

“You don’t need to explain, I got it.” You assured her.

She smiled gratefully before stepping back to give you space.

You could hear Cisco’s slow and heavy breathing, his eyes closed for he was still unconscious up to this moment. Carefully, you placed a hand to his chest and did what you had to do, your touch heating up with power as your eyes glowed a vibrant blue, indicating that it was working.

With a gasp, Cisco sat up in surprise just as you gently let go of him, feeling extremely light headed that you almost fell to the ground if it weren’t for Barry’s fast reflexes.

“Wha — What happened? Where am I?” Cisco looked around the place, immediately spotting you just as Barry sets you down on the bed beside Cisco’s. “Y/N, did you …” he didn’t need to finish his sentence for it was too obvious to even ask.

Guilt washed over him and you knew, your hand waving towards his way as if to tell him you were fine. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay now.”

“But I don’t understand.” he furrowed his eyebrows. “I was doing so well and —”

“It wasn’t your fault, Cisco.” Barry frowned. “You’re still learning after all.”

Cisco looked at you, “Yeah, but if I wasn’t so reckless I guess I wouldn’t be in this scenario. And Y/N shouldn’t have used her powers on me because it can be dangerous for her health in certain factors.” he added the last part with furrowed eyebrows.

“As I said, it’s okay. I don’t mind. Especially if it meant saving the person I care about.” you admitted with a whisper.

“I’m supposed to be the knight in shining armor.” Cisco argued with a smile on his face. “Y/N, I honestly don’t know how to thank you enough.” he then told you.

You shrugged, “You can thank me by taking me out for dinner this Friday.”

Cisco raised his eyebrows, and for a minute, you thought you had gone too far.

“Like a date? Because I’d like it to be a date.” he grinned.

You copied his actions. “A date it is.”

Suddenly, you feel your eyes beginning to drop. Cisco hopped out of his own bed and walked over to where you were, holding your hand sincerely which made you sigh in delight.

“You should rest. I’ll be here.” he rubbed his thumb across the back of your hand.

You forced to open one eyelid to look at him, “Promise?”

Cisco nodded and smiled. “I promise.”

And you believed him, so with one final snort, you closed you eyes and began to drift off to sleep, imagining how your first date with Cisco Ramon was going to be like.

Better Without You || Jeon Jungkook (PT. 1)

Originally posted by shinenamjoon

Word Count: 1.6k

Genre: Angst

Jeon Jungkook.

There was not a time where you couldn’t remember feeling butterflies at the mention of the boys name. Whenever he would glance at you from across the classroom, giving you a knowing smile before focusing back on the teacher. The endless nights you two would spend playing video games and just having fun together.

You weren’t sure when all the lines had blurred. But one day, you had gone from seeing him as, Jeon Jungkook; best friend, to Jeon Jungkook; the guy I’m hopelessly in love with.

There wasn’t a distinction between the two anymore. You knew that you shouldn’t think of him that way, but as long as he didn’t know then it would be okay. As long as he never found out then you could continue being best friends, the way you had when you first met.

You sat across the table, staring at the way he flipped the pages of his book. No thoughts crossed his mind as he continued to read in peace and quiet. You didn’t have the heart to disturb him, opting to just watch instead.

He had agreed to come over and hang out, but the moment he had arrived he had gone straight to the book he had brought, burying his nose in it and ignoring you. It hurt slightly, that your best friend wouldn’t even give you a second look.

He had been doing this a lot lately, ignoring you. Leaving you out of things, asking other people to hang out with him. You had no idea why. There wasn’t a reason you could think of that would cause him to act like this around you.

You took a deep breath before standing up and pushing your chair back. His attention didn’t even flicker away from the pages as he continued to read.

“Jungkook?” You questioned quietly, your voice coming out meek and small as you stared at the boy in front of you. He continued to read, not making a noise or anything.

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“You ever had a ghost come to your front door? A ghost from your past? One that still makes you shiver?”  

Genre: Smut, Fuckbuddy!Luke

Pairing: Reader x Luke 

Word count: 3,565

Summary: No one had ever succeeded in making you feel like Luke had. And it had been eight months since you last saw Luke, eight months of not getting that pleasure and release you needed.  

Warnings: Dom!Luke ish, toys

You caught yourself hesitating on rising your fist. You wanted to knock, but at the same time you were too anxious and nervous. Feeling your blood pumping and pulsating through your veins, all the way up to your head made you dizzy for a moment. You couldn’t believe you were actually doing this.

Lucas Hemmings. The boy you had been in a fuckbuddy type of relationship with previously, but then cut the cords with because things got tough, and at that time everything with him seemed to become problematic. You reached a rough patch in your life, and what you and Luke had in that moment didn’t make it any easier. If any, it just made you feel even worse. You weren’t sure where you stood, what you were, what you felt. It was a very blurry time. So you broke it off. And he didn’t seem to have any problems with it, at all.

It had been eight months. And you found yourself there, right outside his door, ready to knock on it, but being unable to for some strange reason. You hadn’t exactly been in a relationship with him, it was just two friends casually fucking each other from time to time. Okay, all the time. But why you found it so hard to actually put your knuckles against the door, was strange.

After minutes and minutes of just collecting yourself, you determinedly took a step towards the door, and raised your clenched fist, forcing it to make contact with the wooden door several times.

Waiting for what felt like ages, you furiously tapped your foot in unease. The sound of unlocking made your heart race, and your throat to dry up. The door swung open, and there he was.

“Oh,” he said with a surprised tone. “Look who it is,” he then said accusingly. As if he was happy to see you but at the same time knew you were out for something. He was right, but you didn’t want to admit that just yet.

“I already regret this,” you whispered under your breath, knowing it was a bad decision showing up at his front door out of nowhere. With shaky hands you pulled your hair back to put it up in a ponytail, mostly because you wanted to get rid of the sweat on your palms, but also to distract yourself.

“What do you want, y/n?” he said, as if done with your bullshit and wanted you to suddenly cut to the chase. He leaned with his arm against the doorframe, supporting his body against it. You secured your hair with a tie, kept quiet and instead only studied his appearance. He cleared his throat and raised his eyebrows at you. “Y/n?” he said, snapping his fingers in front of your face. You let your arms fall down your sides, and eyed him.

After a few seconds of you just standing there, lips slightly parted and eyes scanning his, he eventually turned on his heel and was on his way to close the door. Only then did you actually take the initiative to communicate.

“Wait, Luke,” your voice was rushed, and you put on hand on his door to stop it from closing, as it came towards you.

“You gotta give me some words, sweetie, I can’t read your mind,” he said, leaning back on the doorframe once more, but this time more with his shoulder rather than his arm.

“I came because…” you started moving your lips, but then it was as if they got numb. You couldn’t move them anymore. “Because,” you licked them and tried to finish your sentence. Stuttering, you looked down on your feet, feeling how your cheeks became hotter and hotter, and soon a burning feeling was not only spread over your cheeks but across your entire face.

“I…” you tried once more, but you suddenly felt too embarrassed to talk anymore. Too embarrassed to admit that you came here because you missed his fucks. Because you missed the way he touched you, the way he made you feel like no one ever had before, and frankly, how no one ever had succeeded in making you feel the way he did, after him. Embarrassed that you came back to him for more, when you promised yourself that you wouldn’t. Just embarrassed because of the fact that you needed a release and he was the only one up till now, who had succeeded in giving you just that.

“Because what?” he urged on, eyebrows furrowed as he tried to figure out what you were trying to say. He pressed his lips together, waiting for your answer in silence and anticipation. You sighed, releasing some tension in your shoulders by moving them around for a second of two.

You looked at him, and regretted it immediately. He was staring at you intensely, which made you uncomfortable. “Because what, y/n?” he repeated his question, louder this time. Now you had to reply.

“It was silly, really,” you began stuttering, pressuring yourself to give him the answer you were holding on to.

“Y/n?” he dragged out your name, as if he was slowly figuring it out for himself. Your eyes widened as you realized that, and your head snapped back to him just in time for him to smirk and chuckle. “Holy shit.”

Your entire body froze as the words left his lips. His stern gaze kept your mouth shut, and you wanted to run away, but at the same time just push him back into his apartment and rip his clothes off.

“You wanna fuck,” he stated. It was certainly not a question, he knew it, you knew it. He kept standing there, with that smug expression plastered across his face in a dominating manner. You soon began running out of patience, and tapped your foot anxiously against the wooden floor. “You know what, I changed my mind,” you spoke with a vague voice, but despite that, turning around to get the hell out of there.

You had just taken a few steps when a sound prevented you from taking another step. “Oi!”

Peeking over your shoulder, you saw him standing outside of his apartment now. His arms were crossed, and his stance revealed the Lukey you knew all too well. “Don’t you wanna finish what you started?” He asked, and you turned your gaze back to the floor in front of you. “Hm, baby?” Oh no. He used that word. That word he knew did things to you. His wildcard.

Suddenly, a warm chest was pressed against your back, and a soft touch lingered on your neck. Your body was spun around, and immediately, tender lips pressed against yours. A warm tongue found its way to yours, and instantly began dancing with yours. It was a choreography the two of you had danced so many times before, and even though time has the tendency to make you forget, this was not forgotten. It never was. It never would be.

Taking a step back, you looked at him while breathing heavily through parted lips. “One time. Just this once. Then I promise I’ll be out of here. I just need one time,” you nodded to yourself while speaking. Yes. You needed this, but only once.

“Are you sure?” he said, his warm hand cupping your cheek, nuzzling your hair. He looked at you under his long lashes, blue eyes staring into yours. Without any sound escaping your lips, you nodded in a rush, eager to resume the kissing. He smirked when you tip-toed and reattached your lips on his. “That’s a yes?” he hummed, pulling your body in, closing the gap between the two of you. One of his hand sneaked down your stomach, stopping just over your clothed core. He began massaging it, creating friction and warmth. You let out a sigh of relief, as you had yearned for this.

“Yes,” you whined, letting your head rest against his torso. He kissed your temple, putting more pressure on your core. Your breathing became more ragged than even, but he kept holding onto you so you wouldn’t fall. Knowing how you easily became weak in the knees under his touch, something the both of you had experienced before.

Without any forewarning, he withdrew his touch. You looked up at him with your brows knitted together. “Why did you stop?” You asked, pouting with your lower lip.

“Because I don’t want you to cum out here in the hallway?” he brusquely said, raising his eyebrows. Your lips formed an O shape as you looked around. You had completely forgotten that you were out in the hallway. He grinned and gave you a nod as he took your hand in his, leading you into his apartment.

He held up the door for you, and closed it carefully behind you. He used to do that all the time, wanting to feel like a gentleman before, frankly, fucking you senseless.

“Since you know this apartment like your own, why don’t you go lay down on the bed for me? Naked.”

When he said the last word, it was like his eyes darkened several shades. You felt a sensational tingle in your lower abdomen. You wondered why he wasn’t joining you right now, but didn’t put that much thought into it as you strolled towards his bedroom. He was right, you knew his place like your own. You had been here so many times before it had begun to feel like your secondary home.

Quickly undressing, you seriously thought about keeping your lingerie on just to tease him. You decided on taking it of as well, feeling very cold and exposed suddenly. The sheets were warm, he had probably lied in his bed when you came knocking on his door, yet they still made you shiver.

You lied on his bed, all thoughts being focused on what he would do to you. It seemed like ages before you heard the door opening and closing. You kept your eyes on the ceiling, sensing his eyes scanning your from head to toe. “You’re beautiful,” he said, voice sweet and tender, simply stating it as if it were the most common fact in the universe. You rolled your eyes to heaven and beyond, shaking your head slightly. “What took you so long?” you switched subjects, wanting to speed up the conversation so you could get to the good part.

“Impatient much?” a tantalizing smirk spread over his lips as your eyes locked with his, but then he looked down, chuckling faintly. “I was just preparing some things,” he said, and when he saw that you were about to ask him further questions, he plainly scowled at you. You closed your mouth, but cocked one eyebrow at him.

He put one knee on the end of the bed, and soon the other knee was on the bed as well. He pulled his shirt over his head flawlessly, his hair receiving that messy look after. You fluttered your eyelashes briskly a few times, watching him crawl over you in a sensual way. He stroke your waist, stomach and hips as he straddled you.

You eagly began palming him over his jeans, creating friction on him just like he had with you earlier. He groaned, both hands roaming your waist as he became harder under your touch. You unbuttoned his jeans and zipped them down, pulling them down slightly, letting the boxers be. You stroked him over his boxers a few times, feeling him react by your touch. His dick became harder, and rose. It was your time to smirk.

He trailed his hands over your breasts, stopping at your nipples to squeeze them. Pulling and twisting, he sent waves of pleasure through your body. You dragged his boxers down along with his jeans. His full on hard member was free, and you grabbed it to start pumping it. He moaned through gritted teeth as you jerked him off all the way down to the base. With your other hand, you lightly massaged his balls.

His body tensed up when you suddenly sat up and licked it all the way from the base to the tip slowly. “Oh god,” he hissed, his hands finding your hair to hold onto. “Yes,” he panted. You smirked, sucking on the tip of it for a few seconds before letting it out with a popping sound. You did this a few times, teasing him while still letting your hand hug the member and make up and down motions. Moans and hisses escaped from his light pink lips as you took his hard dick in your mouth and sucked. You sucked your cheeks in, trying to make it as pleasurable for him as possible.

“Fuck, fuck stop, I’m gonna cum,” he said, his member twitching in your mouth. When you didn’t stop, he grabbed the hair in your neck in his fist and pulled you away from him. “Is that how you wanna play it? We’re gonna tease each other?” he said, bending down so his lips was close to yours as he spoke.

“What if I tease you?” he whispered, your neck hair rising at the tone of his voice. It was almost taunting. “Because I clearly remember you came here for a release,” he then spoke, and his argument knocked you down. You grinned, pecking his lips.

“Okay, fine. I’m sorry. I got too into it,” you said, raising your hands. With both hands he pushed you back down into the mattress, pinning you down with his hands on your wrists. He attacked your neck with sloppy, wet kisses. You felt the ache in your core increase, the want for him, need for him, growing stronger for each passing second.

“I need you to do something, Lucas,” you whined, longing for his touch, his dick, something to release the tension that was built up inside of you. Almost interrupting you mid-sentence, his fingers found your clit. He attached his lips to yours as he began circling two fingers on your clit. With force, his tongue invaded your mouth, and the dance started once more. Swirling his fingers around, he spread the wetness that had occurred in between your folds. It made your clit pulsate even more, and it almost felt like there was a fire inside of you, as if something was burning. It was almost on the verge of being painful. That’s how much you needed him inside of you.

“Fuck. Me.” You stated rather than pleaded, and he responded to you by withdrawing his touch. “Soon,” he then said. You looked up at him in confusion as he suddenly disappeared from over you. Walking over to the end of the bed, you saw him getting rid of his pants and picking something up, presumably something he had put there when he first entered the room.

He walked over to the bedside, where there was a power outlet, and plugged the object in. When he turned to you, you saw the object in his hand. And it made your mouth pop open. It was the white vibrator. The one he had used to pleasure you with a few times before.

He positioned himself in between your legs, and spread them widely for him. “Now, do I have to tie you up, or will you keep your hands to yourself?” he asked, raising his eyebrows in a genuine gesture. You furrowed your brows slightly, and watched the vibrator with anticipation. “Do you remember how you used to squirm under this? How I used it to make you scream for me? Is that why you’re quiet?” he sneered, placing it against your clit. It was not on, but you waited for him to turn it on in excitement. Finally a release.

“Tell me, baby,” he said, making your lower stomach clench. You nodded, but that was clearly not enough for him. “Yes, oh god yes I remember it,” you said, letting your head fall back on the pillows as you pressed your core against the toy. You connected your hands together and put your arms over your head, the craving for him to turn it on growing bigger and bigger by minute.

He placed one hand on your inner thigh, and held it there firmly. Then, shock waves of pleasure flooded through your body like, and what felt like electricity sparked through your veins. The vibrator felt so amazing against your clit, and the way he twisted it and changed the position of it almost made you lose your mind.

Enjoying the feeling the vibrator gave you, you moaned. You couldn’t keep your body still, nevertheless your hands. So when you found yourself holding onto the sheets, you smirked at yourself. What interrupted your smirk was the fact that Luke had turned the grade of the speed up, and it was pushing you towards the edge fast. “Oh my god!” you squealed and cried, finding nothing better to grip onto than the pillows next to you. When Luke realized that, he stroke your thigh in comfort. “That’s it baby, just let it take over you,” he urged on, knowing you were getting close.

You were moving your lower abdomen around, being unable to lay still. Luke helpt keeping you in place by placing his arm over your pelvis, pressing you down into the mattress. It helped keeping you still, and the consequence from it was that the pleasure was unbearable. You let go, and did as he said, letting it take over you completely.

“Ah, Luke, oh my god!” you practically screamed as you hit your high, letting the orgasm surround you. He kept holding the vibrator against your clit, but turned the speed down to the lowest. He helped you ride out your high, before turning the vibrator off completely.

He put it aside, palming your core softly as you calmed down.

“How was that?” He asked, hovering over you. You answered by kissing him, feeling how you slowly regained your power. “Again, please,” you said, and he only laughed.

“Good. Because watching you come undone for me made me fucking hot,” he said, looking down on his hard on. You smiled, watching him lean over to the bedside table and grabbing a condom from the top drawer. He ripped the package open with his teeth, and slowly rolled it on. You waited impatiently for him, and once it was on he returned to his position, hovering over you once again. He let his head fall down against yours when you locked your legs around his hips.

Almost torturously slowly, he entered you. You closed your eyes, surrendering to the feeling. Once you had adjusted to his size, he began pacing in and out of you at a steady tempo. The sound of skin slapping against skin, and ragged breathing made you tingle. His hair fell down onto his sweaty forehead, and his parted lips revealed small groans.

“I’m so glad you came,” he suddenly breathed, and you looked at him with big eyes. “Fuck, yeah,” you replied as he went deeper, faster.

Instantaneously, he grabbed your hips and flipped you over. Before you could even blink, he lifted your hips up so you had your ass up and face down. He entered you from behind, giving your ass a brisk slap and kneading it roughly. “You’re so hot,” he said, his hand trailing down your spine with pressure. It felt nice, it gave his thrusts some extra indulgence. You moaned into the pillow, your legs practically shaking.

His index finger sneaked its way down to your clit, and he started massaging the now very sensitive bundle of nerves. Your whole body jolted when he put pressure on it, but moments after the pain became pleasure, and it felt like heaven.

For the second time, an orgasm was building up inside of you, and all you craved for was for it to demolish you.

“Luke, I’m close.”

His heavy breathing was a sign that he was close, too. He picked up the pace, his determined thrusts becoming more and more sloppy. He succeeded in still moving his finger even though he was close as well.

You closed your eyes and your entire body first froze, then started twitching and squirming. He placed both hands on your hips as he let you ride out your orgasm with help from his thrusts. You kept moaning his name and sounds, letting your orgasm take over you again. You felt his dick twitching inside of you, and a warm feeling spreading inside of your core. He moved in and out of you a few more times before thrusting one last time, harder and deeper, before letting the orgasm surrender him, just like yo.

He came loudly, moaning along with you. Somewhere in between his moans was your name, and you smirked hearing it. You had to admit, you missed this.

You flopped down onto the bed, with him collapsing next to you. And you didn’t know for how long you lied there, next to him in complete and utter silence. He didn’t say a word. He just let you lay there by his side until it was pitch black outside.

His breathing became heavier and calmer, a sign that he was sleeping, but you were gone into thoughts, barely noticing it.


Back To Life

You and Jay were good friends when he lived in America, however that friendship didn’t last long. 
Jay Park x Reader - A/F

“Promise me you'll keep in touch!" 

"I promise”

A Promise; A declaration or assurance that one will do something or that a particular thing will happen.

Funny how that was the last time you heard from Jay.

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Moonbin Scenario – It Was Written (Soulmate AU) Part 1

A/N: Sorry this is so late, I’ve been studying for my finals which are in 4 days. After they are over though be prepared. Also this will only have two parts of the same length.  

Summary: You never realised until much later in your life that as Marcus Tullius Cicero had said a room without books is a body without a soul. Only, you required just one special book and it came with a good package. 

Genre: Tragic, Fluff

Requested: Yes

Words: 7500

Part: [2]

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Think... Ink: Chapter 10

With chapter 3 now released there are so many more possibilities! But I wrote this before the release of the chapter heh. I was a bit excited last night.

So there are NOT any spoilers in this chapter I promise. 

Last we left off the two had just woken up from some nightmares… Maybe they will talk things out.

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Argument Part 2

Thankfully Harry didn’t follow me. I don’t think I could handle any more fighting, or even looking at him.

So many thoughts were spinning around in my head. Hell we’d been together a year and a half, never in a million years would I think he’d ever lay a hand on me. Well a hand that would hurt me.

I set my pillow and blanket on the couch. Our couch was comfortable but it wasn’t very big. We didn’t care about size when ordering it because we never thought either of us would be sleeping on it. I guess times change.

Shit I forgot to grab something to sleep in. Usually I sleep in one of Harry’s t shirts and underwear. Thankfully I decided to wear just a t shirt and jeans to the store. I slowly take off my jeans and fold them over the chair. My whole body just felt numb, but at least the crying stopped mostly except for a few tears here and there.

In my t shirt I make my way to the bathroom and shut the door locking it.

I’m scared to look into the mirror. 1) I’m going to look like a mess and 2) I’m 99.9% sure there is going to be a hand mark on my face.

I place my hands on the counter top in front of the mirror and take a deep breath.

Slowly I look up and and gasp. Yes I look terrible. My mascara is everywhere and my eyes are blood shot. But the main thing that made me gasp was the big red hand mark across my cheek. I leaned in closer to the mirror to get a better look. You could definitely make out a hand print and you could tell where his rings were because they were slightly darker than the rest of the mark.

I couldn’t help it broke down again. Slowly I slid down in front of the counter onto the floor. I don’t think I could have cried any harder, I was sobbing.

After a little while there’s a light knocking at the door. I know who it is, but I can’t face him so I don’t say anything.

“Baby girl can you please open the door for me?” he says with a cracking, quiet voice.

He’s been crying, a lot. As much as it hurt me to hear him like this I’m not sure if I’m ready to face him.

I didn’t reply. It was silent for a few minutes so I thought he left but then I heard his voice again.

“Y/N I know you probably wont forgive me and I don’t blame you at all but I need to see you and make sure your o-” he says voice cracking even more.

I get up off the floor and quickly open up the door, I can’t stand hearing like this anymore. His eyes were more blood shot than mine and his hair was sticking up in every direction due to him constantly running his fingers through it due to stress and worry.

Some how my heart breaks even more seeing him and I didn’t think that was possible.

His eyes go wide when he realized I opened the door. Then his eyes dart to my left cheek where he had hit me. He takes a step forward and starts to cry even harder. Suddenly he drops to his knees, leans his forehead on my stomach, and wraps his arms around my upper thighs.

Through sobs he says “Oh baby I’m so sorry, I’m such an idiot I don’t deserve you, I’m a shitty ass boyfriend, I deser-”

I start running my fingers through his hair with hand.

“Harry, Harry look at me baby.” I say unwrapping his arms from around me and sliding down to my knees.

I put my hands on either side of his face and run my thumbs under his eyes to wipe away his tears.

“Don’t ever say your a shitty boyfriend, because you aren’t, you just did a real shitty thing.”

“But baby I hit you so hard and I’m an arse! I’ve just had so much build up stress and I just let it out on you. I promise I wont ever lay a hand on you unless it’s to love you.”

Harry takes my face in his hands and slowly brings his lips to the left cheek. Suddenly I feel kisses where the hand mark. I flinch a little because it still kind of stings. Harry pulls back and looks me in the eyes. I give him a little nod and get slowly goes back in. He kisses all over my left check then to my forehead, then my nose, then my whole face. He took time with every kiss and I knew he was truly sorry.

“Harry, I forgive you, just please talk to me next time. If your ever stressed, let me know  so I can try and figure out how to de-stress you. But I can’t do this again, I won’t do this again.” I say pulling away from his kisses.

“Oh thank you kitten I swear you wont regret this, and this will never happen again I swear.” He says with a relieved tone, then I pull him into a deep kiss.

“Now can we head to the bedroom to I can love you some more and show you how much you mean to me?” Harry says with a light smirk.

Of course I said yes and we headed to our bedroom.


Here’s part 2!! If anyone wants me to write about something specific just let me know! Also this story is just and idea I had, I do not support any type of domestic violence!!


“Iron Lady” - [Jeremy Irons / Tom Hiddleston - Multi-chapter].

SummaryWidower Jeremy, falls for and marries his son’s friend despite tripling her age. And just a few years later, his health problems and the return of his best friend, Tom, to London, make him doubt his marriage and wonder if his wife would be better off with a younger man like his friend.

Chapter III: “Wine”.

Previous chapter(s): 1.”Horses”. // 2.”Books”.

Written by: A.Wölf.


Jeremy entered his house, took off his jacket and hung it on the coat hanger before walking into his study.

He grabbed the bottle of wine that still rested on his desk after Tom’s visit and lifted his chin while studying it.

“1920? This shall be good”, Jeremy murmured reading its label as he pulled on his scarf to remove it. “Darling?” he called out.

“What’s the occasion?” his wife asked leaning against the studio door frame with a warm smile on her face.

He turned to meet her eyes.

“Dinner”, he said.

“Red or black dress?”

Jeremy raised his eyebrows and adjusted his glasses.

“I’d say the red one but I’m afraid we’ll have company”.

She furrowed her eyebrows with evident disappointment written all over her.

“I’ve asked Tom to join us”, he added.

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Inked // Taeyong

Pairing: Reader x Taeyong

Word count: 1210

Genre: Fluff, Tattooartist!AU

Description: It’s your first time getting a tattoo, and you end up stumbling into a certain someone’s shop…

Y/N’s  POV
You exhaled deeply, clutching the steering wheel tightly, feeling extremely anxious. You were on your way to a small tattoo shop in town, you were going to get your first tattoo, you were obviously quite thrilled, but very nervous at the same time, and you wanted (y/bf’s/n) to be there for moral support, but she was unfortunately busy, but also because she recommended the tattoo shop you were going to, because her boyfriend’s best friend owned it. You had met her boyfriend, Yuta, on quite a few occasions, and you always admired the minimal but meaningful tattoos he had, and whenever you asked about them, he always started telling stories about this Taeyong guy.
You finally reached the shop, and as soon as you entered, you started to feel a little nauseous, the place was cute, but everything had a black theme, and music blared in the background over the sound of electric buzzing. You were told by a lady to wait on the black couch at the back of the shop, you went and sat down and randomly started going through your phone, but then noticed how much your hands were shaking. You put it back in your bag, and got up to have a look at the art on the walls which you were very intrigued by, there were various drawings and sketches, most of them probably tattoo designs, you stared in awe at how beautiful they were, especially the quote ones.

Then abruptly you heard “next please” making you jump slightly, you saw a blurry reflection in the frame the art was in, and you quickly turned around to see a tall boy, he was wearing all black, his hair was straight and black, even his gloves were black. You were unsure why suddenly your throat went dry, you had to clench the hem of your dress stop your hands shaking. “Erm okay” you finally managed to let out, and he smiled in response, you followed him into one of the rooms. “Just sit here please” he instructed, you were surprised that his voice was so soft, despite his intimidating appearance. “What’s your name?” he asked whilst changing his gloves, before he turned to face you again.
“y/n, yours?” you barely let out, you were so taken aback by his voice, it was so soft and angelic.

“Taeyong” he smiled, making your eyes dart to meet his,
“Oh” you muttered in response, “You’re Yuta oppa’s friend” you said, in a desperate attempt to ease the tense atmosphere.

“Yeah” he smiled, “You know him?” he asked, moving closer, making your heart race.

“Not exactly, well, he’s erm my friend’s boyfriend” you were struggling to speak, and embarrassed at how you were stuttering; he simply smiled and nodded in response.

“So anyways, what can I do for you?” he sighed, almost in relief?

“Can I have this tattoo please?” you asked giving him the square of card which had one of your ink doodles on it, he examined it, and  you saw a smile appear on his face, and he nodded, “that’s so cute” he remarked, making you blush, you didn’t realise how hard you were biting the inside of your mouth.  

“Where?” he asked, you were so mesmerised by his eyes, and found yourself staring at them.

“Erm just here please” you tapped your wrist, and he nodded and then started getting everything ready.

“Have you had one before?” he asked, and you shook your head making him laugh. “I didn’t think so, but don’t worry it won’t hurt, I promise” he reassured, making you feel a lot better.

He held your wrist, making butterflies erupt in the pit of your stomach, and he lightly traced the design, before going over it with the needle, the whole way through you couldn’t stop staring at how beautiful his features were, his jawline, his lips, and how his eyes were concentrating so much, but he suddenly looked up and caught you staring at him, making you look down at the completed tattoo quickly, “what do you think?” he asked, putting things back, taking his gloves off.

“Wow, thanks I really like it” you said, still staring at it, proud of yourself for getting your first tattoo.

“No problem, just keep this on for now, and the redness will go soon” he said putting a plaster on it, and you nodded, feeling contempt.

“If there are any problems, please don’t hesitate to contact me” he said handing you one of his cards, which you put hastily in your coat pocket, nodding, getting up. You felt sad that it was over so quickly; you liked talking to Taeyong, and enjoyed his company.

“Bye and thanks” you said slowly walking towards the door, but he followed you out,

“Bye, it was nice seeing you” he said, making you feel your cheeks heat up, all you could do was smile in response, after you had paid, he opened the door for you and waved, you waved back, and as soon as you felt the cool breeze hit you, you sighed feeling a weight lift off your shoulders that you hadn’t even realised was there.

When you got in your car, you held you head in your hands, mentally slapping yourself for how much an idiot you were, you wished you had spoken to him more whilst you had the opportunity, he was probably judging you so hard.
That night when you lay in bed talking to (y/bf’s/n), you couldn’t stop smiling, looking alternately at your wrist, and then at the card he had given you, which obviously had a black theme, and you traced his name looking at it.  


The next morning when you woke up, you got ready in your casual clothes, and got the clothes you were going to wear for the dinner ready, and then started watching your favourite series on your laptop. But you were abruptly interrupted by your phone ringed, and you groaned before going to answer it, thinking it was (y/bf’s/n).

“Hello?” you chimed.

“Erm hi, y/n?” you heard a familiar voice, startling you, making you sit up straight. It was Taeyong. You were confused at why he had your number, or why he was calling you, but then the memories from yesterday came flooding to your mind, and how you had written your number on the form you filled out at his shop.

“Hi Taeyong” you smiled, reminiscing how he had done your tattoo.

“I just wanted to know if your wrist is okay, you know because it was your first time getting a tattoo”

“Yeah it’s perfectly fine, thanks” you smiled looking at your wrist, the plaster was still on it.

“Aah that’s good, that’s all I wanted to know”

“Are you going to Yuta’s dinner” you said quickly, mentally slapping yourself, you just wanted to cut the phone off pretending you hadn’t said it.

“Yeah” he laughed “I am, are you?”

“Yeah..I’ll see you there then” you said picking at the fluff on your blanket, your cheeks were burning once again.

“Yeah see you” he said before cutting it off. You kicked the blanket in embarrassment, but you also felt incredibly nervous for seeing him once again…