if only he had hair forever

Guys My Age (1)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 2554

Warnings: Lap dancing. ANGST.

Summary: You’re playing truth or dare with the Avengers when Nat asks you when the last time you got laid was  and Sam dares you to pick a song that perfectly grasps why you haven’t had sex in so long.

A/N: Thanks for the anon who recommended this song. I thank the heavens I found it because it’s so fucking relevant. I can’t seem to write smut without just a tinsy bit of a plot. But here you go.

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Part 2

Originally posted by haidaspicciare

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Bloom — Part IV — Spring

REQUEST: Can u write a fan fic about the girl owning a flower shop and Harry coming in to get flowers for someone else but then they fall in love because love is beautiful like a flower


AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is the final part of this story! I may add an epilogue afterwards, but this will be the last weekly update. Thank you all so much for the feedback and the support that this story has received—this one holds a special place in my heart. I hope that you enjoy! x

Bloom: Part I // Bloom: Part II //Bloom: Part III //



The day had arrived.

Harry had been talking about it for weeks and weeks—he’d had such a good time writing his first album in isolation, that he decided to do the same thing for his second album. He was heading off to a remote island off of the coast of South America, and he had booked out studio time for two whole months.

The two of them spent hours together talking about his travel plans and getting him a head start on the writing process. He would spent days sitting at the counter of her little store—he would even occasionally ring in the customers, teasing her about how he deserves to be on the payroll. For the most part he sat and played the guitar, or brought her fun things that he’d purchased to take with him.

She did her best to distract herself from the fact that her best friend in the world was leaving.

It had been almost a year since Harry walked into her flower store that first night, and now she couldn’t imagine her life without him. She understood why she wouldn’t be able to have any contact with him during his writing process—he needed to focus on his music, and she respected that entirely. But it would be the hardest two months of her life, because Harry was her favorite person in the world.

And because she was in love with him.

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anonymous asked:

Drarry steamy make out session after an argument (for the drunk promos please???)

Potter was kissing him.

And something was ringing in his ears, a high-pitched sound drowning out all else around him, his focus only on Harry’s hands in his hair, Harry’s hips grinding against him, Harry’s breath mingling with his.

He had never kissed someone before, but he was pretty sure no one else could kiss like this.

Like they needed it to survive,

needed it to keep going,

needed to kiss and kiss again and again and again because the second they’d let go, the other would disappear forever.

The kiss was hot and feverish, Harry biting in Draco’s lips like he couldn’t quite control himself, his lips hot and pliant and wet against his.

This, Draco thought, hands holding Harry closer and closer and closer, was something he could do forever.

So he kissed him.

And he kissed him.

Again and again and again -

Drunk [S.B.]

Character: Sirius Black
Word Count: 1092
Requested?: Yes/No
Summary: Sirius finds himself looking after a drunk Y/n, who is determined to make it as difficult as possible for him to do so.
Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

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The party in the Gryffindor common room was in full swing, people dancing, laughing and drinking the firewhisky that lined the tables. The room was nearly too full for anyone to move around, however all anyone seemed to care about was Gryffindor winning the Quidditch match against Slytherin.

Sirius Black leant casually against a wall on the outskirts of the room, holding a half empty cup of firewhiskey in his hand as he observed the room.

Usually, he’d be right in the centre of everything, dancing with some girl he happened to find. However, tonight it was different. His eyes were locked on the Ravenclaw boy who dared to talk to you, hating him from a distance.

He told himself it was just the natural instinct of a best friend to want to protect you, but knew deep down it was so much more than that.

He didn’t want that boy touching you, because he wanted to be the only one to be able to do that.

He took a sip of his drink before allowing his eyes to wander, just for a few seconds, landing on his best friend James, who seemed to be acting like the giddy dork he was around none other than Lily Evans. Catch him around any other girl, he’d be his usual proud self, yet put him in front of the pretty redhead and he turned into a crushing schoolgirl.

Sirius couldn’t help but shake his head in amusement, before he then began looking around for Remus or Peter - whichever one he found first.

Remus, for once, actually seemed to be having fun. Though usually not the party type, James and Sirius had encouraged him to turn up, just for one night, and reluctantly, the werewolf had agreed.

Look where that got him - having much more fun than his usually overdramatic friend Sirius.

Sirius then, avoiding looking at you and the Ravenclaw, found Peter, who surprisingly, after having one too many shots, seemed to almost be the life of the party, though it was more likely he was just overly excited that James had scored the winning shot of the match.

Sirius often questioned whether his little rat friend was in love with James and his talent.

“Sirius dance with me!” He suddenly heard someone slur from his left. Turning, he couldn’t help the smile that graced his face when he saw it was you. Clearly intoxicated, you nearly fell into your best friend in your attempt to get to him faster. “Y/n! A-Are you drunk?” Sirius asked in shock, holding onto your body and pulling you close to him.

“What? Nooo..” you giggled, then began to slide a hand slowly down his chest, heading towards his pants. “Whatcha doing there?” Sirius said as he grabbed you hand to prevent it from moving lower.

You pouted, and leaned up to his ear, “Don’t you want to have some fun tonight?”

If it were in any other circumstances, Sirius would have jumped at the chance for a night with you, especially after being in love with you for so long now. But you were drunk - these thoughts weren’t your own, and he could only feel a little down about that.

“Trust me doll, any other time I would, but right now we need to get you to bed,” Sirius said as he once again steadied you on your feet.

“Do I have to?” You whined. Sirius didn’t bother replying, and instead started to lead you up the stairs to your dorm room.

It was one of the only times the stairs hadn’t knocked him back down.

He opened the door to your dorm and helped you inside as you muttered incoherent things to yourself, clinging onto Sirius’ neck.

You collapsed onto the bed as Sirius sat down and rested your feet on his lap, so he could take your shoes off for you. He placed them under your bed, before leaning over your body to try and take of your necklace, in case if caused you problems whilst you were asleep.

He ignored the closeness of your bodies, trying to distract himself from behind pressed against you, when you said, “I really like his position.” You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck, a leg gently looping around his as you tried to lift your hips to meet his.

“And you are a very sexual drunk, baby girl, but I can’t do this to you. I won’t,” he said in a low tone, stroking your cheek with his finger as he pulled away from you with the necklace, trying not to hurt your leg as he untangled it from around his. “Then just stay with me,” you muttered sleepily, holding onto his arm so he couldn’t stand up.

Sirius’ heartbeat sped up. Did you just ask him to stay longer?

Without a word, Sirius placed the necklace on your beside table, slipping out of his trousers and climbing into the bed with you, instantly wrapping his arms around you. You looked up into his dark brown eyes, mesmerised by the way they were gazing back at you with such adoration. Your stare flickered down to his soft lips, and in your drunk state, you convinced yourself it was the perfect idea to lean over and-

Sirius thought his head was going to explode from feeling so many emotions at once when your lips brushed his. He could taste the alcohol on you, and knew, deep down, that you were just doing this because you were intoxicated. However, he pushed that out of his mind, if only for a few moments, to savour something that he would cherish forever.

You pulled away, seemingly content with kissing him, and snuggled into his chest, listening to his rising heartbeat as it lulled you to sleep.

Sirius couldn’t believe what you had just done. He couldn’t believe that you had actually kissed him. Him, your best friend, of all people. Sure, you’d been making sexual advances all night, but he never thought you’d actually do something about it without passing out first.

He couldn’t believe he had you in his arms, holding onto him so tight. He pushed a loose strand of hair out of your face, and just watched how beautiful you looked, lying beside him with your dress clothes still on, and makeup half smudged across the pillow.

Sirius smiled to himself in a bittersweet kind of way.

You may not remember the kiss by the morning, but he was sure that he would never forget it.

The Happy Couple

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Request: You have no idea how happy I am you have requests open! I love your writing so much. Could I request one where dean and the reader have been dating awhile but recently they were arguing a lot more but then on a case they have to dress up and act like a happy couple and it makes dean remember everything he loves about the reader?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,600ish

Warnings: none

A/N: The angst is strong with this one…


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M and S family with their child telling them they love them for the first time ?

SAKAMAKI

Shu: “You love me? What other sweet words can you tell me?”

Shu is pleased by his child’s declaration of love for him, and he would affectionately pat the top of his child’s head with a warm hand. Never in a million years did he think he would have an adorable offspring that would be willing to tell him how much they love him. It’s music to his ears, so he hopes his child will never stop saying that to him.

Reiji: “You were created by me, so it’s only natural that you say that.”

Reiji chuckles when his child tells him that they love him for the first time, and it makes his heart beat at a slower rhythm. The love and attention that Beatrix did not give to him as a child made Reiji very bitter when he grew up, and he never wanted his child to feel in that way. He’s strict with his child, but that won’t stop him from expressing his love too.

Ayato: “Hehe, of course you love me! I’m the best dad out there!”

Ayato takes pride in his child adoring and respecting him greatly. He’d ruffle their hair playfully and continue to boast about himself, boosting the love his child already had for him. His child see him as their idol, and Ayato is more than happy to take that role from everyone in the world. He’s not afraid to let his kid know that he loves them too. After all, they are Ore-sama’s one and only child!

Kanato: “Don’t ever say you don’t love me because I will love you forever.”

A small and genuine smile is plastered on Kanato’s childlike face and he offers his child a piece of candy in return for their affection. Now that they were older, Kanato interacts more with his child than when they were a mere baby, after the exchange, Kanato makes his child leave him and play somewhere else. He doesn’t want his child to further delve themselves in his happiness.

Laito: “Is that true, my little dove? If so, then Papa loves you more.”

Laito gets into a little “I love you more” fight with his child all the time, and it usually ends with him admitting defeat just to make his child satisfied with the debate. When his little vampire runs off to go and play, Laito notes that he will always love his child no matter what they decide to do. He’ vows to be the father that Karlheinz couldn’t be to him as a kid.

Subaru: “W-What did you just say? I d-didn’t hear it properly…”

Subaru is slightly flustered by his child’s sudden words filled with extreme love and adoration. When his child repeats the words again in an excited way, Subaru would just pull them into a tight hug and refuse to let them go. They were being too cute for him to handle, and he doesn’t know how else to express his love for them except through physical actions. He’ll always love them as well.

Kino: “Hm? Love me? Since when did you learn about that?”

Kino pretends that he isn’t phased by his child words and it almost looks like he brushed them off. When he sees the slight frown forming on their face, Kino would drop the cool act and kneel down to his child’s level, brushing the hair out of their face. He tells them that he will always be by their side in the future, and that’s all his child will ever get from him as an “I love you too.”

MUKAMI

Ruki: “If you say that again, I’ll have to increase your studies since you love me.”

Ruki teases his small child with the empty threat of giving them more lectures, and when his child is nearly traumatized by it, Ruki would lightly hit their head with his book and say, “Just kidding.” He likes seeing his child react to things in an interesting way, so it is not rare for him to tease them. He’d walk away with a smirk, knowing his child is staring at his back in shock and awe.

Kou: “Aww! Daddy loves you so much too! You’re so cute, you know?”

Kou is gushing over his child’s little confession, and he can’t help but pinch their cheeks with his fingers. He’s one of those parents that will never want their child to grow up. If he had it his way, Kou would want his kid to remain a sweet little kitten forever. The world is too cruel out there anyway, and Kou will always give them whatever they wanted or needed.

Yuma: “Aww shucks, yer gonna distract me from my garden now!”

Yuma lets out a warm and hefty laugh and he lifts his kid up to have them perch on his arm. He’s so overjoyed to have such a swell and loving kid, and he is grateful that they entered his life. He may not believe in God, but he won’t deny that his kid was a definite blessing to him. Nothing will ever make him change that belief.

Azusa: “Oh…I love you too…my precious…darling…”

Azusa can’t get enough of his child’s candy-coated words. He never wants to forget this moment, and a gentle smiles takes over his face as he sighs in content. He would pat his child’s head and ask them to never leave his side, to which they would reply that they would never even imagine doing such a horrible thing to their dear father. Azusa has his child wrapped around his pinky.

-Admin Yuuzuki

Milkshakes and Hidden Love

     "Jughead!“ you made your way to your best friends usual booth at the Diner. He looked behind him and gave you a small smile, and then turned his head back towards his screen. You slid into the opposite booth and watched as Jughead stared down at his laptop, his green-blue eyes darting around across the screen. You admired Jughead in this moment, so concentrated and in his zone. You loved watching him write, it was one of your favourite things to do, although it didn’t last long.

    "I know I’m ugly but there’s no need to stare.” Jughead said, looking up at you. You rolled your eyes and laughed.

    “I’m just trying to figure out what the hell went so wrong that caused you to look like that.” you teased, and Jughead smirked.

    “Ouch.” he faked offense, putting his hand on his chest. Closing his laptop, he slid to the edge of his seat and stood up. “I guess I should spare your poor eyes and leave.” You shot up from your seat and stood in front of him.

    “Oh no you don’t.” you laughed, pushing Jughead back down. Jughead fell into the seat and looked up at you. His face had shock written all over it, but quickly turned into a mischievous smirk.

    “I always like it when a woman takes charge every once in a while.” Your face turned crimson and you rolled your eyes. Jughead winked up at you, and you sat back into your seat and winked back. You both stared at each-other for a second or two, and the both of you burst out laughing.

    “You’re so weird.” you said, and Jughead shrugged his shoulders. “Anyways, like you would even know what it’s like for a woman to ‘take charge’ of you, unless it was your mother.” Jugheads face twisted.

    “Gross, definitely not an image I wanted.” Again you rolled your eyes.

    “That’s not what I mean, smartass.” He laughed.

    “You don’t know what I do on my free time Y/N. I could have the many ladies chasing after me over every night.”

    “Oh whatever, all you do on your free time is get dragged around by me and write your novel.” Before he had a chance to answer, a waiter came over and brought you your normal order. Every waiter already knew your order, a chocolate milkshake with whipped topping and 2 cherries. One for you, and one that Jughead always stole. Like clockwork, Jughead reached over and picked a cherry off the top of your shake, gave you a small smile and ate it. He threw the stem on the table.

    “You’re right,” he said chewing. “I only have time for one lady, and her name is Y/N.”  

    Damn, you thought. You felt your cheeks burn and you looked over to the raven haired boy who sat in front of you. You knew you had liked him for what felt like forever. Hell it practically had been forever, it had been your whole life. But nerves always made it so you never tried to go beyond best friend. Maybe this smooth ass motherfucker actually loved you back!

    “Well lucky for you, I only have time for one boy, and his name is Jughead.” You smiled sweetly up at him and then took a sip of your milkshake.

    It was Jugheads turn to blush, and boy did he. Jughead smiled down at the table in attempt to hide the blush rising up. Not a lot of people, or even things for that matter could make him happy, but Y/N never failed to. He glanced up to find her looking at him, her same beautiful smile plastered on her face. He got a warm feeling in his chest that he only got when he was around her, a feeling of pride that he put that smile on her, a warm sensation that he could only describe as love. He loved Y/N, he loved her a lot, but he was scared that she didn’t feel the same way, that if he were to tell her she would push him away, and he’d lose his main source of happiness in his mess of a life. He couldn’t bare the thought of-

    “Jughead? Earth to Jones.” Jughead snapped out of his thoughts and looked up. “Are you alright there?” you asked.

    “I’m fine, I’d be great if you let me take a drink of your milkshake.” he said, reaching for the glass. You pulled it towards you, narrowing your eyes and staring him down.

    “But its mine.” you said stubbornly, but Jughead caught onto the sarcastic tone in your voice. He stood up from his booth and sat on your side. He scooted over until you were pressed in between him and the wall. He put his feet up on the booth seat and leaned his back into you.

    “Ouch.” he said, squirming and pushing back against you. “These booths are not very comfortable. Dare I say they move and yell?” You pounded on his back, not hard enough to hurt him too badly, just enough for him to move.

    “Jughead, get off me!” you laughed, punching him in the shoulder.

    “They’re abusive too.” Jughead said, squirming against you. After another minute of teasing you, he moved over just enough so he wasn’t pushing you against a wall, and you straightened your hair. You looked up at the boy beside you, as he sipped on your milkshake and you laughed.

    “How the hell did you end up getting milkshake on your nose?” you laughed, picking up a napkin and reaching up to wipe his nose. “You’re using a straw, this shouldn’t even be possible.”

    “I don’t know, magic maybe?” he teased. You chuckled and leaned your head against his shoulder and looked out the window. Somehow you hadn’t noticed it started raining, and you watched as the rain drops rolled down the window. Jughead leaned his head on yours, and looked down at you, and then the window.

    “Are you sure they aren’t dating?” Veronica asked, putting her newspaper down on the table. Betty picked the newspaper up and shoved it back in Veronica’s face.

    “Yes I’m sure, and keep that up or else they’ll notice us.” Betty said, peeking through the eye holes cut out from her newspaper.

    “These newspapers were printed before I even got here.” Veronica said, looking through the paper. “Oh no, we cut the head off a puppy she when you made these!” She exclaimed and Betty shushed her. Veronica looked back up, and her and Betty watched as the two left the Diner.

    “In the words of a dear friend, they are definitely end game.” Betty whispered as she tried to look out the window.

‘I’m not sure if you loved him right’ she mumbled, head down, hidden by long blond hair, secretly hoping I hadn’t heard her accusation. But I did.
'Why so?’ I asked, trying to keep myself from frowning, even though I felt irritated, just a little.
She turned her head towards me 'You loved him like he was the one, with the love you reserve for your knight in shining armour.’ Naivety was shimmering through in her clear blue eyes.
I smiled sadly 'That’s because he was the one, he was my knight in shining armour. It’s true that we didn’t last forever, but what I had with him was something you can only experience once in a lifetime. When with him it felt like the sun had just exploded above my head and the earth was falling out of the solar system into nothingness. But it felt right, damn it felt more right than everyday I had lived before him.
And though you may not think of him like a knight in shining armour, I think he was. But mine didn’t have a white horse or perfect manners. He smoked, drank, cursed, basically destroyed himself, but he made it seem okay because of the smile he gave me and the look in his eyes when he was with me.
Don’t ever tell me I loved him more than I should have, if anything I didn’t love him enough.’
—  Confessions
End-Game - Jughead Jones x Reader

@sunshine51879

Hope this is okay and is funny enough for you ☺️ I really enjoyed this one!

Warnings - a teeny-tiny hints at smut - mainly fluff (some swearing)

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You had kept your birthday on the down low this year, of course people knew but you weren’t doing anything.
You wanted to spend it with your boyfriend, that’s all. Jughead wasn’t one for parties and neither were you when you were with him - you quite liked having him all to your self.
Jughead was waiting outside your class as you left that day, leaning against the wall with a small smile on his face. Said smile grew considerably in size as he saw you, you bag slung over your shoulder and your hair thrown up in a makeshift messy ponytail.
“Hey, you” his smile was a little lazy as he threw his arm around your shoulders, “It’s just us tonight, right?” you laughed lowly as he asked you quietly. As far as the others were concerned you were having a meal with family only, and Jughead, but they didn’t know that bit.  
“After the meal, yes.” You didn’t always like sneaking around your friends but it had to be done.

Your meal had gone quickly - thank goodness, not that you didn’t enjoy your families company but you hadn’t been alone with Jughead in forever and the way he kept smiling and being so damn cute all dinner was adorable and made you melt a little, especially as he placed his arm around you securely, making you smile and lean into him as you sat and laughed with all of your family, including Jughead in that term, out on your back porch under the stars.
You shivered a little and Jughead had noticed. “You want to go in, baby?” you turned to him and smiled softly,
“If you wouldn’t mind,” you asked quietly. With a light kiss to your head he stood, leading you up too, bidding a good night to your family and making your way upstairs still holding each others hand. Pulling off your jumper, leaving you in just your cami top, you stood and looked in the mirror as Jughead came up behind you. You admired everything about him. From how soft hair was to how you would fit perfectly in his arms.
You smiled, closing your eyes and leaned back into him as he wrapped his arms around your waist, leaned his head down, resting his chin on your shoulder for a moment before you felt his lips on your neck making you sigh happily as his lips traveled lower, gently, as he pulled your strap off of your shoulder. A smile brightened your face as yet his lips traveled lower until eventually, you turned in his arms, placing your hands in his hair as he kissed your slightly exposed chest. You pulled on his locks gently, connecting your lips to his as he brought his hands from your waist and down, murmuring jump against your lips and picking you up allowing you to wrap your legs around him as he carried you to your bed, laying you down and landing above you, your legs still wrapped around him.
He pried your legs away from him and, looking up at you through his eyelashes, carefully made short work of your jeans leaving you in just your tank top (of which the straps had long since fallen down) and your underwear.
“You have far too many clothes on Jones.” you smirked as he, still hovering above you, pulled his top off quickly with a similar grin to yours. “Getting there” you murmured, running your hands down his torso as he lowered himself back to your lips and his hips grinding down a little as he did.
“HAPPY BIRTHDayy… oh shit.” you heard Veronicas voice and instantly squealed a little, covering your face as Jughead just looked up in shock, using his body to cover yours hastily,
“What are you guys doing here?” He almost demanded, finally getting up as Ronnie, Archie and Betty all looked away (Kevin’s eyes however, lingered a little on Jughead and you would be having words with him afterwards) and threw you his top as he knew it would cover most of you quickly, not particularly caring about his own appearance at that moment in time except the fact he reached for his beanie.
“We didn’t know!” Archie exclaimed accusingly as you sat awkwardly on your bed your legs crossed and Jughead behind you,
“I said, I wasn’t doing anything for my birthday, that was a literal ‘stay away’ sign.”
“But as friends we had to do something!” Betty exclaimed throwing her hands up a little in an exasperated manner.
“Yes, by staying away.” Jughead was obviously annoyed so you placed your hand on his discreetly,
“Look sorry we stopped you ‘getting busy’ but you could have literally just said you were with jughead.”


“We weren’t ‘getting busy’ ” you blushed furiously in a fake denial. You and Jughead would hold hands and occasionally exchange a chaste kiss between classes around the others but they didn’t see much else. You liked to keep yourselves to your selves,
“You can say whatever you want about what we just saw, (y/n), but it happened.” Ronnie said with a sigh before starting to laugh.
“This isn’t funny!” you exclaimed leaning into Jughead who didn’t find it too funny either.
“(y/n). We literally just saw you in your pants with Jughead on top of you. It HAPPENED. At freaking last!!” Kevin interjected also starting to laugh looking around the group until at last you were all giggling a little. “Endgame, guys!”
“Hey, what do you mean at last?” Juggie enquired, he still wasn’t laughing but could see the humour in the situation,
“Come on guys, I don’t think any of us has even really seen you two cuddle, let alone that!”
“So what, we keep to ourselves” you laughed still leaning into Jughead covering his still exposed torso with yours, “and ‘end-game’,” you said in air quotes, “happened long ago I can assure you that.” You could feel Jughead’s furious blush make his entire body heat up and could hear Archies laugh above them all. The boy was nearly wetting himself at the image of his best friend being so vulnerable. Betty seemed to flush furiously like Juggie, yet Veronica just clapped, laughing harder at Kevin’s wide open mouth.
“Could we just be left alone please!” Jughead almost shouted, still blushing as the others continued to laugh, filing out of the room but not until, as if the whole situation was not bad enough, Veronica had dug around in her purse and thrown a condom at Jughead, he caught it and tried to lob it back at Veronicas head as she ducked,
“Use protection guys.” she laughed, closing the door behind her but it didn’t stop you hearing the continued laughter that just seemed to get worse.
You turned to Jughead, his face still a furious red, “Aww, is my baby embarrassed.” you teased, kissing him on the cheek,
“No.” he said sternly, “your ‘baby’ is furious.” You cooed at his antics as he laid back on your bed his hands covering his face. Grinning, you straddled him placing your hands on his chest once again,
“aww baby, let me make you feel better.” you cooed as you leant down to kiss him, him eagerly kissing back sliding his hands down to your arse and pulling you into him when you heard your door click open again,
“Sorry I left my jacke…”
“Oh for fucks sake!”

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Every Other Weekend pt. 7

Prompt: After five years of marriage and two kids, you and Bucky decide you can’t make it work anymore.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1,681

Warnings: divorce, angst, cheating, language

A/N: TAGGING IS CLOSED. (please message me if you want me to let you know when a new part is posted. i’m more than willing to do that.) there are three songs that i heard AFTER i started this fic that fit so ridiculously well. so check them out if you want:
Confess Cheated Liar

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The alcohol coursed through your veins and you felt the swimming feeling in your head. If you weren’t leaning against the bar, you’d have fallen over. “I’m just going to call him.”

“You shouldn’t.” Natasha attempted to be the voice of reason but you shrugged her off. It was the first time since the divorce was granted a month ago that you’d gotten a chance to go out with your friends. Your mom had the kids and you weren’t originally going to go, but Nat practically dragged you out of the house.

“I’m going to.” You nodded, your vision blurry now. “Be back.” Bucky’s number was still on speed dial. With a sigh, and some stumbles, you walked out of the bar and leaned against the brick wall.

The phone rang three times before he picked up. “Hello?” His voice was low, with a tired groan. “Y/N do you know what time it is?”

“Bucky just listen.” You swallowed hard, slurring your words.

“You’re drunk.” He sighed.

“I’m not. Okay, maybe a little. But I have something to tell you.”

“What?” He was growing impatient.

“I love you.” Overwhelmed by emotions, and the four shots you had just downed before making the call, you started to cry. “I miss you so much.”

“Y/N…” Bucky let out a sigh and you heard him shuffle around in bed. “You shouldn’t have called.”

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REALMS (PT5)

Originally posted by youngest-k

REQUEST: HEY I JUST READ ALL OF YOUR FICS HEHE AND I REALLY LIKE YOUR WRITING! CAN I REQUEST A VERY PROTECTIVE DEMON!TAE FIC PLS? DOESN’T MATTER IF FLUFFY OR SMUTTY THANK YOU SO MUCH X 

GENRE: Demon!Au

Why do I need to posses her?”

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anonymous asked:

43 😔 sorry I didn't mean to make it complicated

43 - falling in love with their best friend’s partner au

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A/N: this is rated M because of the smut at the end there. Angsty smut, but smut all the same.

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In the three years he’d known her, Sasuke had never seen her look as miserable as she did right now; standing on his front porch in the pouring rain at two in the morning, hair and clothes soaking wet, her green eyes red-rimmed with recently shed tears. She was a wild mess—a picture-perfect embodiment of a brokenhearted girl silently crying out for comfort.

Sasuke couldn’t help but to wordlessly invite her inside just for that.

“Stay here,” he said, when she’d stepped into the threshold of his home and stood feebly in the hall, body wracked with shivers. “I’ll get you a towel.”

Frowning, he quickly left the room to carry on the task. And when he returned a few minutes later, he found much to his surprise that Sakura still hadn’t moved at all. His eyes softened, lips mulling into a thin line. Stepping closer to her, Sasuke reached out to wrap her still shaking form in the thick, dry towel, before decidedly rubbing his hands firmly over the length of her arms, trying to coax her body into generating some warmth.

It was only then that she seemed to snap out of her trance, sad, broken eyes flickering up to meet his gaze.

“We had a fight again,” she spoke, finally, her voice frail and thick with grief. He could see new tears staring to well up. “And I think it’s really bad this time, Sasuke-kun… I don’t think we can come back from this one…”

His heart quickened at that, and he almost swallowed. Letting out a slow, quiet breath, Sasuke squeezed a hand around her shoulder, and jerked his head towards the living room. “Come on—go sit down. I’ll make you some tea. Maybe things won’t seem so bad when you tell me about it.”

He watched as Sakura nodded, pulling the towel closer to herself, before she mutely made her way to his living room, shoulders heavily slumped. Once he was sure she well out of earshot, Sasuke ran a hand over his face and made a sort of self-loathing sound, hands clenching into tight fists.

Why was it that when he heard her essentially say she thought her relationship with his best friend was over, the first thing he felt was a rush of excitement?

(falling in love with his best friend’s girlfriend… he was the worst kind of trash in the world.)

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Fairy Tail Pranks ❤️️

Summary: A Valentine’s Day special based on the show “Impractical Jokers”. Natsu, Gray, Gajeel, and Loke love their jobs. They get to go around pulling pranks on people and each other all while earning a paycheck. It seemed like a normal day on the job, but one prank ends up changing Natsu’s life forever when he runs into a special woman at the park.

Rated: T for foul language.

Pairing: Natsu/Lucy

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Romance, & Humor.

Word Count: 5,283

Read on FF.net or AO3.


Fairy Tail Pranks

“So your friend,” Loke started, running a hand through his short orange hair, “is she hot?”

“She’s engaged,” Levy said, wanting to crush whatever hopes the playboy had of hitting on her old college roommate in one blow. “Happily, I might add, judging by her tone when I talked to her.”

“Sooo,” he grinned, “what you’re saying is she’s not married yet?”

Levy could only drag a hand over her face in frustration. “She’s unavailable to you, and any other man for that matter.” She turned to face Jellal, seeing he finishing up a conversation with the sound crew. “Change of plans. Loke can’t prank Lucy tomorrow.”

“What?” Loke’s jaw dropped, shoulders going slack. “But I wanted to meet her!”

“Yeah, and I don’t want her getting hit on by a pervert!” Levy reasoned, then spoke to Jellal. “Throw someone like Gray or Natsu on her prank.”

“Why not Gajeel?” Jellal asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Lucy’s already met Gajeel. We all went to college together, so she’ll recognize him,” Levy explained. “It has to be a guy she doesn’t know,” she cast a glare over her shoulder at Loke, “but I don’t want her getting hit on.”

“Fair enough,” Jellal nodded. “I’ll probably send Gray.”

“Sounds good,” Levy smiled, excited to see Lucy’s expression tomorrow. Gray was married already, but his wife was back in their hometown holding down the fort. There was no way Gray would hit on her friend.

Levy McGarden worked with her boyfriend, Gajeel, and friends for a TV show called ‘Fairy Tail Pranks’. The show was fairly new, only started up two years ago. They were now back in Levy’s hometown where her old friend still lived. She hadn’t seen the beautiful woman known as Lucy Heartfilia in years, so she was excited for a reunion.

Only the reunion wouldn’t go as planned.

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This is ok

Summary: Cas asks Dean to teach him how to play pool. Fluff ensues.

Words: 982

Dean x Cas

Warnings: none

Notes: HELLO HELLO. I’M BACK. Kinda sorta, I’m still getting through this rough patch. But hey, I’ve got some good stuff in the oven for you guys! This is based on a post I saw a long time ago and also because I was playing pool earlier, which is what reminded me of it. Anyways I hope y’all enjoy this one and it makes up for me being awol the past couple of weeks. Let me know in the comments what you think! :)

Dean smiled as the eight ball slid smoothly into the pocket, eliciting a groan from his opponent.

“Pay up, buddy.”

The other man grumbled as he pulled out a wad of money from his pocket, handing it over. Dean clicked his tongue and flipped through the money, counting it all.

“180, 190, 200.” He grinned smugly. “Nice doing business with you.”

He pocketed the money as the man walked away, cursing under his breath. Dean started racking up the balls again, not noticing Cas as he walked up to the table and stood at the other end.

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Natsume Yuujinchou is beautiful and amazing and completely underrated. And since so many of my followers have never read (or even heard of) Natsume Yuujinchou (Natsume’s Book of Friends), here’s a list of reasons you absolutely MUST read this manga (and watch the anime too because it’s amazing, but it does miss a few of the best chapters in the series):

The main character, Natsume Takashi has silver hair and eyes, and is also absolutely fucking stunning. He’s soft and warm and the sweetest person you’ll ever meet, but he’s also ULTIMATE SASS MASTER. 

He has a very fat cat that can talk and also turn into a huge monster to eat people who try to hurt his human because he loves his human very much even though he likes to pretend he doesn’t.

Natsume is a foster child who has had so many horrible experiences with past foster families who only took him in to save face and who treated him horribly. But!!! He’s finally found his forever home! And they love and care for him and they’re literally the sweetest people in the entire world!!! (Yeah they changed his hair and eye colour in the anime to make him look more like his grandmother)

Originally posted by lazyfebruary

SPEAKING OF! Natsume can see youkai (spirits and monsters) and he had a very hard childhood because of it, because they’re not all friendly, and he sometimes can’t tell the difference between them and humans! In fact, a lot of them in his new town actually mistake him for his late grandmother, Natsume Reiko, who could also see youkai, and who went around being a badass, challenging youkai to fights and then forcing them to sign contracts to be her servants when they lost. She collected these contracts into the “Book of Friends”. She was just as stunning as her grandson, and her maiden name was actually Natsume. And she was Natsume’s maternal grandmother! Meaning that not only did Natsume’s mother take her mother’s surname, so did Natsume and his father!!

There’s a female youkai named Hinoe who is intimidatingly beautiful! And!!! She’s pan!!! She had a crush on Reiko!! And after getting to know Natsume, she feels the same way about him!!

petitmaitre-et-soncorbeau  asked:

soulmateAU: when your soulmate eats something you grave what they are eating! please! I mean Will poor poor Will graving human meat? goddamnit or Hannibal graving fast food? xD well this can be angsty or funny! :^)

I couldn’t decide between angsty or funny so I wrote both! :D

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For the first year, he doesn’t mind it.

The menu doesn’t vary much. It’s mostly cooked fish, steamed vegetables (usually string beans), nicely fluffed rice. It’s whiskey most nights and coffee most mornings (and some mornings it’s coffee and whiskey). It’s the occasional Hershey’s chocolate bar, which makes Hannibal’s palate wince - he really thought he’d taught Will how to appreciate a nice bitter dark chocolate, but he supposes some habits are hard to break.

It’s fresh lemon pie in the summer, and warm cider with rum in the winter. It’s the beef stew that Hannibal gave him the recipe for, made with a really lovely bordeaux.

It’s lomo saltado, once, although there’s a saltwater aftertaste that’s unmistakable.

All of these tastes, lingering in the back of Hannibal’s throat, dancing on the edges of his senses, he savours. Because it’s a small piece of Will that he can still cling to within these white, lifeless walls. It’s why he behaves so perfectly for his guards - the most gentlemanly of murderers - and it works. Works so well that they grant him special meal privileges, all so that Will can still taste Hannibal’s cooking, now and then.

But even that small thread can bring the deepest of pain when tugged too tight, and it does just that on an unremarkable Sunday afternoon.

The day that Hannibal tastes wedding cake on his tongue.

It’s a light sponge, perfectly moist with a dark chocolate buttercream. A simple cake, but well made. The taste makes Hannibal want to vomit.

Then he tastes the ghosting press of fingers as they playfully shove the cake in his - Will’s - face, and he does vomit then.

He retches in his tiny porcelain toilet with violent force, and he holds the stale acrid tang of it in his mouth before he spits, hoping that somewhere far away Will gets a taste.

Then he rinses his mouth out, splashes water on his face, and lies down in his grey cot. He stares up at the void of the ceiling and wishes he could never taste anything ever again.

(fluffy part 2 under the cut)

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Game of Thrones Preference: They're attracted to you

Originally posted by kirysek

Joffrey

Joffrey liked keeping you in his company all the time, if it was possible. But a fact he loves you – it was something he never allowed himself to admit. Moreover a fear of rejection was too big. What if you laughed at him? He was a king and such shame would be hard to handle. It would hurt his pride. But when Cersei started to arrange marriage with Margaery he knew he must tell what he felt for you. Or he’ll lose you forever.

 

Sansa

Originally posted by neverwillknow

Sansa was your very close friend. So it took some time for her to realize what she felt for you was actually something more than friendship. She decided to keep it as a secret because she was unsure how would you react. If you didn’t take a first step and confess, your love would probably stay only platonic.

 

Jaime

Originally posted by netflixruinedmylifeimagines

Jaime was surprised he could be so attached to someone else than his sister. True, you had blue eyes and blonde hair but it was all new for him. You started spending more and more time together and it meant getting closer. One day Jaime found you crying in the garden. You refused to tell him what happened and he let it be. But he promised to himself he’ll never make you suffer like this.

 

Ramsay

Originally posted by elputoduke

Ramsay eliminated every man who just looked at you. What if one of them confessed before him? And steal you away? You belonged to him. You were his, you’ve always been. You just didn’t know yet. But it was a small detail. Something he didn’t have to worry about. He already had a plan in his wicked mind how to make you officially his. How to make you his lady.

 

Daenerys

Originally posted by beautifuloblivions

Daenerys always stared at you. She could stare for a couple of minutes which was very uncomfortable. But she had a reason. She was wondering why did she feel affection towards a woman. On top of that towards someone like you. She was aware there was nothing special to be so amazed by you but she simply was. Once she was sure what she felt was really love, she went straight to a point and confessed to you.

 

Tyrion

Originally posted by antoinwonderland

Tyrion showed he cared for you more than for anybody else in a very specific way. Whenever Joffrey tried to raise a hand to you, Tyrion showed up and saved you. Even when Joffrey was insulting you, he slapped him without any regret. He didn’t mind he’ll be punished later. All what mattered was he defended you successfully.

 

Oberyn

Originally posted by besidethewall

Oberyn had many sexual interests. And he didn’t try to hide it. You were also one of them. But unlike others, he never had you. You knew who prince Oberyn was and you weren’t interested in one night stand. Everytime he got close to you, you avoided eye contact and walked away. And exactly your ‘‘playing hard to get‘‘ (how Oberyn liked to call it) moved his heart and for the first time in his life he felt something.

 

Tommen

Originally posted by sansaclgane

Tommen didn’t know how to tell you. Everytime he tried to confess, he got nervous and lost his words. Like this, he failed countless times. It was enough for him. So instead of telling you he loves you, he was surrounding you with presents. Usually with beautiful dresses or expensive jewels only a king could afford. He just needed to wait for a right time which didn’t come yet.

 

 Yara

Originally posted by noodlejumper

Yara didn’t hesitate to show she was highly interested in you. Not even in a middle of a crowd of people. Whenever you appeared in her sight, she whistled, checking you from head to toes. She also tried to get you with pick up lines but you just blushed and looked at the ground. Yara knew you were shy but it was what made teasing you even more fun.

Elriel

Based off my Imagine Azriel post.

He woke with his shadows dancing around him. Fingers gripping at his bed sheets as his breathing calmed. Safe. He was safe. Still, it took a moment for his breathing to relax and heart to beat normally.
Moonlight streamed through his windows, the stars barley slightly visible through his sheer curtains. The sky was there, he remembered, he could fly away. He wasn’t chained anymore. His wings were his own, his shadows were his own. When he thought he was calm, he turned around.
Elaine’s naked body was draped across his bed, a small smile on her soft lips. His heart began thumping for a different reason. It wasn’t the first time they’d shared a bed. It wasn’t even the first time they had claimed each other in a way that seemed impossibly intimate. It wasn’t the first time she’d stayed in his bed. And yet, everytime he woke to find her there, it shocked him. The fact she picked him, claimed him, decided that he was good enough… he rolled over to her, dragging her body into his and holding her tightly. His rock in a storm, that’s what she was. He didn’t hesitate to pepper kisses on her cheek, working down to the corner of her lips and back to her cheek. He had loved Mor for five hundred years. He had been infatuated by her. But Elaine, he was forehead deep in feelings for her and there was no saving him.
He flared out his wings and cocooned them around themselves. She was his, and he was hers and they were infinite.
A slow hand moved down to her hip, drawing unintentional patterns on her skin which caused a small gasp to escape her lips.
“I love you,” he murmured,voice weighed down with sleep. She took a moment to respond.
“I know,” she purred, moving her hips back into his crotch. “I can fell the full extent of it.” He laughed at her quip, giving her cheek a soft kiss. “Would it be possible for me to love you more?” She whispered, one eye creeping open.
“Maybe,” he whispered back. “We have an infinity if time to figure it out.” She turned around in his arms, head settling on his heart. He blushed, knowing she could feel how ridiculously fast it was pounding. He moved a hand down to play with her hair.
“Only you could make me want to live forever Azriel,” she murmured, drifting back to sleep. The words stunned him that it took far too long for him to reply.
“Only you could make me start living after an infinity of just surviving,” he said delicately. Holding her tightly through the night and far past the morning. Just because he could. Just because he had forever to do so.

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Peter Maximoff + “Fatherhood suits you.”

When Hank, in his stark white lab coat, sat both you and your husband Peter down, in his lab with a solemn face and somber eyes only to tell you two that you would never be able to conceive a child both of your hearts broke. That night, and every night for a solid month after that, you, who had always wanted to be a mother would climb in Peter’s arms with swollen red eyes and puffy red cheeks while he would wind his arms around your waist and say ‘Hank doesn’t know what he’s saying babe. We’ll get our kid, even if I have to do you over every piece of furniture in this manson.’

Now if one were to flash forward six years and ten months they would see Hank was wrong.

Despite the hard pregnancy and even more strenuous birth, you had managed to carry a tiny baby girl, Magda Jr-or MJ as Peter dubbed his daughter before she had even been born -to term.

Peter, while you were asleep in one of the schools hospital beds, cradled a bundle of pink blankets in his arms. He was sitting in the uncomfortable chair that was stationed next to his wife’s sleeping form.

“Hi,” he whispered to his sleeping newborn daughter, “I’m your daddy.” Despite having nine whole months to be ready the fact that he and his wife were having the child they longed for, the fact he was going to be a father hadn’t actually hit the speedster until that very moment.

“I am never going to let you get hurt,” he told her thickly, joyful tears welling up in his eyes. He used his right thumb to brush her already long silver locks of hair out of her face, causing her nose to scrunch up. Though she stayed asleep.

‘She’s so tiny,’ Peter thought as he, if it was even possible, brought her closer to his chest.

“I am going to protect you because you missy,” he said, still speaking in a thick whisper, “Are mine and your mommys miracle child. Did you know that?” He asked rhetorically.

“Well did you know that we named you after my mommy? Your nana,” Peter chuckled.

Fatherhood suits you Maximoff,” a groggy voice said. Peter’s eyes snapped up from his daughter to the mother of said daughter, to his beautiful wife.

When you had agreed to date him Peter was exatic, but then when she agreed to marry him-and then actually marry him Peter didn’t think that his life could get better. And then Hank said they couldn’t connective and Peter thought that the memory of her in her stolen white dress would forever be his favorite.

But now, with MJ in his arms fast asleep and you glowing, despite the fact that you not only looked tired beyond belief but your hair was still sticking to her forehead Peter knew this moment in time would be his favorite.

“Really?” He grinned, and you nodded.

“But not as much motherhood suites me,” she grinned. Peter couldn’t help but laugh at her.

“Come on,” he said, readjusting MJ in his arms, “We both know she’ll be a daddy’s girl.” And instead of refuting it, you smiled softly at him, and took a deep breath, gazing at both him and MJ with a look of pure adoration.

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