Islam has taught me to keep going, no matter what. Islam helped me realise that there is always hope, no matter what, that there will always be light at the end of the tunnel. Islam taught me the elegance within modesty and gave me the satisfaction in covering. Islam showed me the beauty in having a connection with God. Islam demonstrated to me that to be truly submissive to God is rewarding. Islam showed me how to swim through life’s storms and to be patient enough to wait for the calm. Islam taught me to be fair to every living soul, be it an ant or a human. Islam presented to me a new life - the best way of living life.
Requested by anon: Hi author nim! Can you please write a
scenario where the reader sleeps with either Xiumin, Baekhyun or Chen and they
act like they are the best sex she’ll ever have but they actually suck in bed?
I think your sarcasm would fit this perfectly.
Ok so I love you anon. I have had the best time writing this
because I keep laughing at how mean I’m being and it’s just been so much fun.
<3 I’m so mean omg.(Might have written half of this while drunk so I’m hoping it turned out alright!)
Reader x Baekhyun
Warnings: Fuckboy Baekhyun, smut, teasing.
Word Count: 4752
“I gave her the best sex of her life, she should thank
me!” You didn’t think you could roll your eyes any harder even if your
life depended on it. The guy at the booth behind you had been bragging about
his sexual prowess the entire time you’d been in the club. You’d come out to
celebrate your friend getting a promotion at work, not to hear about how
magical some dude’s dick was and all the adventures it had been on.
Rest in Peace, Aki. Can you see this from Doggy Heaven? Although I only knew you for that two short weeks during my exchange, those two were one of the best weeks in my entire life. You gave me so much love despite the fact that I was a stranger to you. You showed me your favorite spot, where you like to watch the train when it goes by behind your house. You showed me your favorite shelter when it started raining, in that hole under the shed. Thank you for those two weeks. I miss you and I’m sorry I didn’t get to see you for a second time. Keep that wonderful, cheerful spirit. I’ll miss running my hands against your back, seeing all the fur stuck to my sweater. I’ll miss hearing your little whines every morning, waiting to be let out of your cage. Till we meet again at the rainbow bridge, I love you.
Summary: [Pre-serum] Steve Rogers is determined to get into the Army, but you and Bucky keep trying to persuade him that it’s not a good idea.
Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes
Warnings: fluff, cute af!Steve,
character deaths [?]
A/N:@redlipstickandplaid kinda requested this, I say kinda because she asked for some Fluffy Pre-Serum Steve where Buck and the reader try a deter Rogers from trying to join the army- and this, well, my brain had different ideas. Annie, don’t hate me too much, lmao <3
“You need to stop this, Steve,” you let out a sigh as you ran a hand through you hair, exasperated at your friends actions.
He shook his head, taking a seat on the couch. “I can’t. I have to do this,” he spoke with pure determination, that determination he always had every time he tried to enlist and still got denied on medical grounds. He wasn’t one to give up, that’s for sure.
There was a short silence before the door opened, revealing Bucky in his full army uniform. It was fair to say, he looked pretty angry.
“What were you thinking!” he threw his hat unceremoniously onto the spare chair in his frustration. Bucky took a deep breath, running a hand across his face, “you can’t keep doing this, man. Going as different names each time won’t change your medical records.”
“I just want to do something to help, alright?” Steve retorted, getting to his feet, a look of dismay across his face. “Everyone else is out there fighting and I’m just here- doing nothing to save anyone.”
It pained you to see him beat himself up over things that were beyond his control. “Steve, listen to me,” you walked over to him, your hand gently taking hold of his own, “you can help here, and you do help here. You help me just by being here, by being my friend in this crazy, horrible time.”
Those bright blue eyes looked up at you with slight hesitation before Steve spoke, “but I’m not enough, am I? I never will be,” he spoke in a broken tone before pulling away from your touch and making his way out of the house.
(You ask Tae for some help around the apartment and he learns that you have some other things in mind.)
Warnings: Smut. Exhibitionism. Voyeurism. Masturbation. Female Dom. Male Sub. Just shy of 8k words.
11:13am (unknown number) Do
you have a hammer I can borrow?
11:13am (unknown number)
Also, are you available to come
with the hammer to do the actual hammering of nails into the wall?
Tae looked curiously at the text messages on his phone. The number was unknown and the request came
out of the blue. Who is this? He texted back.
11:15am (unknown number)
Because it looked like you had a
pretty strong grip when you had your hand wrapped around you cock at the bar
that night. I think you would do a good
job at nailing things.
Tae went slack jawed at the realization that it was you
texting him. It had been two weeks since
he saw you at the bar and he had given up hope of hearing from you. He thought about that night repeatedly,
remembering the feeling of standing in a public hallway, masturbating while you
watched him. Almost every night since
then, Tae would look out his bedroom window, staring into the darkness,
replaying the events of that night, and stroking himself to an orgasm.
That same night at the bar, you left with Jimin. Everyone had exited the bar at the same
time. Jin and Youngsook jumped into a
cab together, so eager to go home and have sex with each other that they didn’t
even bother saying good bye. Tae hailed
a taxi for Miri and held the door for her like a gentleman. Miri had lingered, offering to share the taxi
with Tae, but he politely declined and sent the cab on its way. Tae then turned to see you and Jimin,
whispering to each other and laughing.
Jimin’s arm was around your waist but slowly creeped downward until his
hand was planted firmly on your ass. You
and Jimin took the next taxi together, leaving Tae alone on the street with
nothing more than a wave good bye and well wishes for a good night.
Jimin called Tae the next day to share what happened between
the two of you.
Prompt 38: “About the baby…it’s yours.” Featuring Spencer Reid, requested by Anonymous
I found myself sitting in a hospital room, holding my three-month-old daughter. They told me it was July, and in the few hours since my rescue, I had calculated how old that would make my daughter, with whom I had been pregnant when I was abducted, almost exactly one year before my rescue. I hadn’t even known about the baby until after the abduction, and it was a miracle she had survived.
The doctors said my emergency contact was coming, that he was on his way as we spoke.
It hadn’t been an easy year, by any means. Both the baby and I were undernourished, but she was young enough that she wouldn’t remember any of this, and the doctors said that we would both be okay, given some time. I was beyond grateful. The baby was sleeping, her warm head snuggled close to me. They’d given us both baths when we’d first arrived, and after a year, it felt wonderful to be completely clean again, and to have my little one clean, fed, sleeping, and, above all, safe. I was resting my cheek against her soft hair when there was a soft knock on the door. I looked up to see a kind-looking nurse standing there.
“There’s someone here to see you,” she said. “Are you ready?”
I felt my heartbeat pick up.
“Yes,” I replied quickly. “I’m ready.”
She smiled and ducked out of the doorway, only to be replaced seconds later with the tall, thin form of Spencer Reid, looking frazzled on top of the mix of emotions I could see on his face. He stood there, staring at me.
“(Y/N),” he whispered.
“Spence,” I said softly, holding out my hand to him. At that, he took a hesitant step forward.
“It’s okay, come here,” I encouraged. For whatever reason, that broke his facade of normalcy, which I had no doubt he’d been holding together by threads on his way here.
“(Y/N), I thought I would never see you again,” he said, and he was kneeling next to me, and my hand was in his hair.
“Spencer, shh,” I said. “Shh. It’s okay. I’m right here.”
We stayed there like that for a few minutes, until the baby on my chest started to fuss and Spencer’s head jerked up.
He saw the baby and pulled away, looking between her tiny face and my own, the tears stemmed by the shock he clearly felt, having not noticed her at first.
I tore my eyes away from Spencer to tend to the baby, and only turned back to look at him once she was nursing. He was more pale than I had ever seen him.
“Spence, you okay?” I asked him softly.
“I don’t know,” he replied.
“Spencer, she’s yours,” I told him gently, knowing that he was wondering but didn’t want to ask.
“She’s mine?” he repeated. “I-you were pregnant?”
“Barely,” I said. “She’s only three months old, Spence, and he never-” I broke off, not needing to say anymore for him to understand my meaning. His eyes were averted from me, fixed on the little baby at my breast.
It was silent for a few minutes, until she pulled away.
“Can I hold her?” he asked tentatively, in that way that let me know that he had been holding that question in, until he couldn’t anymore. I gave him a soft smile and reached out with my free hand to brush it over his cheek gently.
“Of course you can, Spence,” I said, meeting his beautiful, earnest eyes. “She’s your daughter.”
Something flashed in his eyes and he reached for her. I gently handed her over to him and watched his eyes light up as they met hers.
“She has your eyes,” I said, tears beginning to slide down my cheeks as I watched him interact with her. I had only dreamed of this moment, in the dark recesses of my mind at my darkest moments, when this fantasy pulled me back to my life, and the thought of my baby- our daughter- who I had to take care of.
Now, though, it was real, and it was happening right in front of me, as the baby cooed and Spencer laughed through his tears. I watched him fall in love with our daughter, and I have never been more grateful in my whole life.
“What’s her name?” Spencer asked.
“She doesn’t have one,” I admitted. “I know it’s crazy, but I just…I couldn’t give her a name without you.”
“Really? I get to help you name her?” he asked. I nodded, suddenly glad that I hadn’t named the baby, now that I had seen Spencer’s joy that he got to be a part of that.
There was quiet for a moment as he studied our little girl’s face.
“Eleanor,” he whispered.
“It’s perfect,” I said. “But I know what I want her middle name to be.”
He looked up at me questioningly and I smiled.
“Diana,” I said, and watched his emotions play over his features. He nodded his head.
“Thank you,” he murmured.
“Don’t thank me,” I said. “I want to honor her as much as you do. She gave me one of the best gifts of my life…you.”
There was another moment of silence in which Spencer stared at Eleanor, who was falling asleep nestled in his arms. I quietly handed him a blanket, and he draped it over the baby, who yawned and stretched before settling in again.
“I’m so sorry,” Spencer said a moment later, and I could hear his voice breaking.
“What?” I asked. “What are you sorry for, love?”
“I’m sorry that I didn’t find you sooner, I’m sorry that I wasn’t there for you, and for Eleanor, and that I missed the first three months of her life. You know that there are countless developmental milestones that I missed, that she wasn’t able to achieve, even, because I failed to find you. I had a daughter, and I didn’t even know she existed.”
“Oh, Spencer, honey, stop,” I said. “Stop it. Look at me.”
He did, tears streaming down his cheeks and sorrow in his eyes. I reached out and gently brushed a stray tear off of his cheek.
“Everything is going to be okay,” I assured him. “Look, you’re holding your little girl, she’s safe and sleeping right there in your arms, love. I’m here, safe and sound. Tomorrow or the next day, you get to take us both home. It’s a hard road, yes, but we’ll recover. Little Eleanor? She’s not going to remember a single bit of this, and all that will ever matter to her, or to me, is that you did everything you could, and I know you did, Spencer, I never once doubted that you were doing everything you could do. I love you, and I need you to let this go. Don’t feel guilty, because you’re here now. We’re all here now, okay?”
Slowly, Spencer nodded, and I smiled slightly at him.
“Look at her,” he breathed. “She’s beautiful.”
“Yeah, she is,” I agreed. “Eleanor Diana Reid,” I murmured, speaking my daughter’s name aloud in its entirely for the first time.
“Eleanor means ‘bright one’,” he said. “I thought it would be good for…new beginnings, bright things.”
I looked over at the sleeping face of my daughter, and at Spencer’s, looking down at her, and in that moment, I had to agree with him.
A/N: This is a fic inspired by the short film Tropico by Lana Del Rey. It’s super long, and it’s taken me so long to get it right, but I hope you enjoy it! This fic had a lot of support from some amazing ladies so I’d like to than fluersverts for her support, Lale for her everything (and being my beta), and City Angel for helping me translate my Spanglish. Enjoy!
TW: violence, drugs, smut, guns, death, (lol it’s a lot sorry)
A/N: *Waves hello from the other side of the world, embarrassed*. God help and forgive me…… Sorry for the wait, and I hope you guys enjoy. This was fun to write ;) As always, let me know what you think.
You didn’t know who moved first.
You both reach for each other, your arms wrapping around his
neck and his hands cupping your face. Your lips meet in a frenzied kiss, and
you tug him further in your room.
Daveed kicks the door closed behind him and pushes you against
the wall, lips still pressed against yours.
You whimper, knees buckling from the rush of emotions that
wash over you. The noise seemed to spur him on, tilting your head as he licks
your bottom lip.
You pull him closer, and this time the both of you groan
when your tongues meet. Your lips move against each other, and then with a
curse, he breaks away from you.
guys I met Bastille yesterday with some other people in their M&G before their concert in Madrid and let me tell you how it went because they were so nice to every one of us like omg.
first they shook hands with all of us, then I took my jacket off cos I was boiling (literally) and Dan saw my t-shirt.
Dan: wow did you do that?! your t-shirt.
Dan: WOW IT’S SO AMAZING!
Dan: *comes closer and takes a pic of the tee*
Dan: but how much time did it take you?!
me: about… 3 and a half hours I think.
Dan: wow, that would take me like 3 days *laughs* it’s so amazing.
then they talked to us and there was a boy who brought some drawings (like me) and Dan took the time to look at them and he was sooooo nice. then I showed my drawings to Kyle, Woody and Will and they were like “wow these are so cool!” “amazing!” “girl these are soooo good!” and then Dan came and screamed “WOW SO COOOOL”. they asked me if I wanted them to sign the drawings (I did 18, one for each Wild World song, but I couldn’t do Shame as I didn’t have enough paper), and when I told them I wanted to give the drawings to them they just were like “wow thank you so much! these are so cool!”.
after that before they (and we) had to go, I asked them to sign some bigger drawing I had (the one in the pic). when I first handed it to Dan he went like “wow this is so cool! you’re soooo good, girl!” then told me “I love the style, I love it so much” and then we took some selfie. I handed the drawing to the rest of the guys and I can clearly remember Kyle saying “this is so awesome” and then Will and Woody saying something like that.
we had to leave then so they said goodbye to all of us. Dan hugged everyone but before hugging me he said “girl you’re amazing, thank you so much!” and I think life stopped for me in that second.
honestly I love them so much, they just gave me the best day of my life.