Anonymous asked: “Can you
please please do an imagine where Y/N and Andy B. are dating an he finds out
she self harms and almost commited suicide while he was on tour?”
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Warnings: Trigger warning?
waited patiently at the airport for one particular figure to show up. He should be here any minute, I thought
to myself, glancing occasionally at my watch. Thinking of him, I smiled to
myself. How I got so lucky to have a man like him, I do not know. All I know is
that I’m more than thankful of having found such a lovely person who loves and
cares for me, who never fails to give me stomach butterflies, who can magically
transform my storms into rainbows.
jolted awake from my daydream and saw the face of Andy, smiling down at me. I
was too busy thinking about him I didn’t realize he was already here. I let out
an excited screech and wrapped my arms around him tightly. Tears nearly
streamed down my cheeks since I was just so happy to meet him. He just finished
his Europe tour and I thought it’s about time; our apartment is really getting
lonely without him around.
my baby been?” Andy looked down upon me whilst stroking my hair.
I’ve missed you so much it kills me,” I said as I nuzzled his chest. He had no
idea how I long to be in his comforting presence; to indulge his sweet scent
and to feel him on my skin.
missed you so much too,” he pulled off and gave me a long, warm kiss. After
what feels like forever, we broke the kiss and he said, “C’mon let’s get home.”
we reached home, he immediately dropped his luggage and picked me up. “Oh, how
I miss being home with my favorite person in the world,” he sang as he spun me
around, making me giggle. He’s such a dork I love him. When he put me down, I
pulled him to me to give him another kiss. It’s so good to have him home again,
and getting to kiss him whenever I want to.
don’t you relax and I’ll prepare us dinner?” I spoke softly, our faces only an
inch from each other. He nodded, and then placed a little peck on my nose.
went to the kitchen to get cooking and he went to the bathroom to get himself
cleaned up. What I have completely forgotten about was a razor blade that I had
left sitting on the sink, on its sharp end was a crimson-tainted liquid. Once
Andy took notice of it, he immediately stormed right out the bathroom.
stopped from cutting some vegetables when I saw him come to me. “Hey babe, what’s—“
sentence was abruptly cut off when Andy grabbed my left arm and yanked the
sleeve upwards, revealing a line of fresh, new scars. I stood frozen, unable to
speak whilst he examined each and every one of the slits upon my arm. He then
lifted his head to look at me; his eyes a mixture of confusion, disappointment,
slight anger and sadness. I opened my mouth to try and say something but the
words seemed to have stuck on my throat. Tears started welling up in my eyes
and before I could cry, Andy pulled me into a massive hug. I started to cry
aloud but Andy didn’t try to silence me; instead he hugged me tighter, gently
stroking my back, allowing me to cry as much as I needed into his shirt. He
didn’t say anything at all, he just wrapped me firmly in his arms whilst I cry
a river. Once my tears have subsided and my cries turned to sobs, he sat us
down on the couch.
He began, his voice so smooth and soothing like an angel. “You are the most
beautiful girl I have ever met. Ever since I laid eyes upon you I can’t seem to
take them off, and once I got to know you I know that all I want is to have you
as mine. Now that I do, I will never waste this precious opportunity and I will
treasure you and treat you as my queen. It is my job to always make you feel
happy, safe and contented. Seeing this,” he gestured at my scars, “I feel like
I have failed to do my job. What’s wrong, baby? Why didn’t you tell me?”
waited patiently until I was actually able to speak. “I… I just feel really sad
sometimes… I feel like I’m not worth it, that I’m not good enough for anyone,”
I sobbed, “I really needed you to comfort me as usual but you were so far away
and I’m not strong enough on my own. I like to think that I am but I’m not.” My
head dropped as I was trying hard to prevent myself from crying again. Andy put
two fingers beneath my chin to lift my head up.
else have you done while I’m gone, babe?” he stared deep into my eyes so
tenderly, assuring me that everything is going to be fine, that he is not going
to be mad at me for what I’ve done.
just… got to my old habit of cutting,” I told him. There was a short pause
before I continued, “I… also tried to… kill myself… by drinking bleach.” I wasn’t
going to tell him this, but I thought it’s only fair that he knows. Upon
hearing this Andy pulled me into another hug again and I just lost it; tears
started streaming down my cheeks again, followed with agitated sobs. He planted
multiple kisses on my forehead and then lifted my arm to put kisses onto my
scars as well. He then pressed his lips onto my forehead once more before
wrapping me in his arms again.
I’m sorry…. I’m really sorry,” he said softly, “I’m sorry I had to be away when
you were in your hard times… I’m sorry I couldn’t be here for you when you
needed me the most.”
not your fault,” I said inbetween sobs, “It’s mine, Andy.”
he silenced me, his thumb rubbing circles on my arm. “From now on, every time
you feel like you need to go for the blade, think of me. Every scar you create
on yourself, will appear on me too. Every time you slit your wrist, you slit
mine too. When you hurt, I hurt, (Y/N). I want you to remember that. You’re far
too precious to do this to yourself. Please baby, please stop hurting yourself.
I love you so much I can’t live with myself if I let you get hurt. I’m always
here baby, I’ll always be here for you.”
sobs started to soften and my breathing started to relax, “I’m sorry, baby. I
love you too, angel,” he said and kissed the top of my head, “Can you promise
me that this won’t happen again?”
paused for a while and nodded, “I promise. As long as I have you.”
forever yours, baby. I’ll never leave.”
(I gotta say that I feel like
this is one of the best imagines I’ve ever written! I’m starting to put more
details into my stories to give it more feels ya know :p I’ve been learning a
lot by reading other people’s fanfics and realize I have a lot to catch up.
Anyways, let me know what you think!)
Request: can you write an imagine of asking bucky to tie you up and dominate you. he doesn’t want to hurt you, but you promise him that he wont. And you don’t do it for a while, then he see’s you “flirting” with a guy and gets really jealous and punishes you? pls? ily and your blog. Your are amazing
Warnings: NSFW, Explicit smut , jealous Bucky, dom!Bucky, ice play, slight BDSM, spanking, orgasm denial just sin in general
Words: 3275 [Sorry, got slightly carried away]
A/n: Writing this since 8 am nearly took my life but I loved it. So much sin. Your feedback is really appreciated guys❤:) and just to tell all of you, I’ll be on a break so consider this probably my last fic of the year, so Merry Christmas:). Another thing is I might be deleting this blog. I don’t know why but I feel my work isn’t all that good, I don’t know how people feel about me&my work. I’m just so messed up lately.
“Bucky, just once, if you don’t like it we can stop” I pleaded, grasping Bucky’s metal hand that was conveniently resting on my thigh, biting my lip as my eyes met his begging him to reconsider. “I can’t just tie you up (y/n), I might hurt you” he said softly, his flesh hand running through my hair.
“What if I want you to hurt me Bucky?” I asked again, satisfied as I felt his cold fingers trail up my thighs, playing with my boy shorts. He groaned. “No doll, I can’t, I don’t want to hurt you” he repeated, patting my thigh before he stood up.
A/N:Hey guys, here’s a random short fic from my old writing blog. I just changed some details and names, but here ya go. And as of right now, I’m in the process of writing another part to this story but it will likely take me some time; please be patient as I try to flesh everything out. Thanks. -Admin Kiwi🍬
Mark had finally gotten a break from tour to relax back in Seoul where he can bask in relaxation with friends (who had the time) and spend time with himself. But due to his own private schedules, that time was cut short with him running back and forth from one place to another. He would come back to the dorms late and tired from days filled with them and I would feel bad for him, but kind of feel neglected a bit–considering I’m his best friend and we haven’t been able to hang out or let alone speak for a while. Mark picked up on this a couple days ago when I had visited the dorms and had planned a day where he would be free the entire day to hang out for once in a long time. The only downside – for me that is – is that he didn’t tell me someone else would tag along.