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Fairytale - Dylan O'Brien Imagine

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A/N: Here’s a little something I wrote months ago but never posted. I couldn’t find the right gif for this one so I just went with the Dave gif. Anyway, sorry if it’s horrible haha and sorry in advance for any spelling/grammar mistakes etc, I’m too tired to check rn.(:

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Pairing: Dylan x Reader
Warning: None?
Word count: 1738


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Simon Imagine; hidden feelings

“REQUESTED: can you do a simon imagine where he’s just acting like a complete asshole to some guy who was hitting on you and there’s angst and fluff and stuff because you didn’t know he felt that way?”

Y/N POV:

I sat down at the table, placing my coat over my chair. The cool autumn breeze danced along my skin, scents of fresh leaves and lemon entertaining my nostrils. People laughed and chatted aimlessly all around me. I pulled out my phone, hoping to look busy to the general public as I waited for Simon. 

We had arranged to meet for a coffee and a catch up, however he was late, as usual. I put it down to his busy schedule and instead preoccupied myself with texting and playing candy crush.

“Hey. Do you mind me sitting?”

As I looked up I caught eyes with a stranger. He was fairly tall, dark haired and handsome. His eyes were a soft shade of grey. Attractive, but unnerving. I couldn’t help but instantly feel that something was off.

“I’m sorry, it’s taken.” I squeaked, looking back down at my phone.

“I don’t see any one here,” he pulled out the chair opposite me, maintaining eye contact as he sat down. “It wouldn’t feel right to leave a pretty lady like you sitting by herself.”

“I’m not here by myself.” I surprised myself at how confident I sounded.

“So then who? Imaginary friend? I don’t see anyone here sweetheart.”

“I’m waiting for someone.”

“Who?”

Another voice interjected. “Me.”

I looked up. Behind Mr persistent stood Simon. His cheeks were slightly flushed from the weather, his eyes a cold, dark blue. His hair was wet, sticking to his face slightly. I watched as his jaw tensed.

“She’s waiting for me. And I’m here now. So you can leave.”

My eyes widened at the anger in his voice. Simon was not one for confrontation, and definitely not the angry type, however today seemed to be an exception. 

“Please, Sir, don’t raise your voice. It was a misunderstanding. I thought she was lying.” The man stood up, backing away slightly. Simon only moved closer to his face.

“Well she wasn’t. And even if she was, so what. A girl tells you to leave her alone, you do it.” He spoke in a harsh tone, almost spitting in the man’s face. “And as for the misunderstanding, I don’t give a fuck. The only misunderstanding is you still being here. Move.”

My stomach fluttered at the sight of this new, overprotective, almost frightening Simon. It appeared I wasn’t the only frightened one as the man in question backed away, hands in the air. Simon held his hand out to me.

“Suddenly, I don’t wanna be here anymore. Let’s go?”

I smiled up at him, nodding. Would I dare say no to this new angry Simon?

No. No I wouldn’t.


We walked around for a while, appreciating the look of mid autumnal London. I replayed earlier’s confrontation in my mind again and again as if it was my favourite DVD and I was putting it on loop. I wanted to ask him why he grew so infuriated so quickly. My subconcious snarled at me, telling me it was no more than a defense of morals, however I disagreed. It had felt like maybe Simon was jealous, even overprotective. 

When we finally sat down on a bench in the centre of the park, I plucked up the courage to ask him. 

“Simon?” I quizzed, looking down at my fingertips.

“Yeah?”

“What got you so angry earlier?”

“What do you mean?” he responded quickly. “That guy was a prick.”

“But why? Why did you care that he was talking to me?”

His jaw appeared to tense. “Well didn’t you?”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“Well what are you asking?” He snapped, his eyes not leaving mine. “Would you rather be sitting here with him and his stupid fucking jawline?”

Simon’s voice shook with anger, although he looked wounded. I inhaled deeply.

“Simon..are you jealous?”

He looked away, admiring the sight in front of him.

“Fine. I might be.”

“But why?”

“I fucking like you okay!” He exclaimed, avoiding my eye. I felt my stomach twist.

“I really fucking like you. I hate seeing you with anybody else, because I want you. I want you more than anything, and I have done for a very long time.”

I pressed my lips to his, feeling them warm up instantly.

“Simon Minter I like you too.”

Never Let Me Go

A Finn Balor soulmate story.

Pairing: Finn Balor x Reader

Summary: Finn and you go way back. He’s your true soulmate but you were afraid to admit it because you are scared of losing him.

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 3.7k

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.:The Present:.

I picked up the flowers at the shop and placed them close to my nose, inhaling the scent of spring on this still cold February day. I could feel a pair of eyes staring at me. I turn around but there was nobody there.

“Can I help you?” A friendly flower shop assistant asked me.

“I’m taking these, ta.” I answered and offered her a weak smile.

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Shabby Sandcastles Pt 2; C.H.

A/N: Due to popular demanded, I’ve given this part 2 a go. Happy reading.

“Y/n! Y/n wait!” She stops in her tracks, but doesn’t turn around at the sound of my voice. I wouldn’t blame her. She doesn’t speak, just stands there completely motionless, waiting for me to do something. “I’m sorry.” I mutter, probably not completely genuine if you ask me, but all the well, I meant it.

“I saw that yeah. I haven’t done anything wrong to you so in what right mind makes you think you can treat me in such a way?” Her voice is strained, but full of emotion - anger, maybe even hatred, towards me. I can’t come up with something proper to give her as an answer and decide to just stay quiet.

“Aren’t you going to say something?” She speaks louder this time and I can feel my cheeks heating when a few people down the corridor turn their heads. “Y/n, I’m sorry it’s just…” I trail off. She won’t be too happy with me when I just tell her she isn’t cool enough for me, because she most definitely is.

“Just what? You’ve got a reputation to uphold?” She cocks an eyebrow at me and a devious grin makes its way into her lips while she stares at me. I can feel the guilt and shame become apparent on my features and I think it fuels her anger she’s storing - just for me. “You don’t understand. Luke and - well you know - I can’t go back to how it was before Y/n. I just can’t.”

“Then I guess you can’t talk to me, right? Let’s end it now then and get it over with.” She huffs and turns on her heel again, ready to stalk away from me. “Y/n babe come on, wait.” I speak a bit louder while my fingers curl around her wrist. The death glare I receive speaks a thousand words, but I do not release my hold.

“Why didn’t you text me back?” I mumble, eyes cast towards the floor when I feel her pulling cease and let go of her wrist. I cross my arms over my chest, something defensive about it, when she slowly shakes her head at me. “We still aren’t completely housed in, Calum. I’ve been working on our new home for almost two weeks alongside my parents to get it a little bit more home-y. If I did get a chance to look at my phone I wouldn’t be awake long enough for a full text message.”

I don’t respond because somehow I knew she wasn’t like the other girls and wouldn’t keep me hanging on some thin line while talking to ten other males. She wasn’t like that. “So I’m sorry that I may have hurt your feelings, Calum. But sometimes life doesn’t go easy on you, it’s not like I want to be here.”

“I was enthralled when I saw you on the courtyard this morning.” I lazily smile, hoping to pull a small smile - any smile would suffice - from her lips. I fail.

“I didn’t notice any of that when you just blatantly ignored me two minutes ago.” If her words would be poisonous, I would’ve given up by now and accepted my faith. But I’m not giving up this easily.

“Let me take you out. I could show you around, and I can make it up to you. It’s a win-win for you.” I take both of her hands and feel more and more people stopping to stare, ignoring their conversations and focusing solely on ours. “And what’s in it for you?”

“I get to hang out with this awesome friend I made during the summer. And who knows.” I throw her a wink and I see the hint of a smile appear but she decides to scoff. “No and who knows Calum. I’m not someone who lets people walk all over her without consequences.” She smiles up at me and I feel my chest warm up - the same feeling I have felt all summer while I was around her.

“Tonight?” I ask hopefully while I let her hands go, taking a step back. “Can’t. Have to help my mom with the basement.”

I can feel my heart drop into my shoes that she might blow me off every single suggestion I make. “But how about this weekend? I’m free Friday night.” She chuckles when she sees the humongous grin that probably will remain for the rest of the day.

“I’ll make time. I’ll see you then?” I grin taking a few steps back towards the doorway as I watch her grin shyly, nodding her head. “Great.”

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“I’m sorry I’m late. Got held up at the boys.” I sheepishly grin as soon as Y/n opens the door. The small smile playing on her lips shows me that she isn’t angry with me. “Where do you wanna go?”

“Well, I told you I’d show you around, didn’t I? So, let’s start with something to eat at one of my favourite places.” I start guiding her towards my car to start a night she hopefully would forgive me with and would be unforgettable all the same.

“This is the best pizza I’ve ever tasted! I think I’m in love.” Y/n mumbles with a mouth full of pizza, nodding her head along to emphasise her words. “Well, eat up. Because I have ice skating planned after.” I wink at the beautiful girl in front of me and her face lights up immediately. She shoves another bite of pizza past her lips before she drops the crust onto her plate.

“Let’s go then. I’m excited to see what you have in store. I can’t skate though.” She purses her lips and I chuckle, shaking my head as I stand up. While I hold out a hand for her to take, I speak. “Maybe that way you will be too busy to laugh at me falling flat on my ass.” It draws a high pitched giggle from her lips as she winds her arm around my biceps, pulling me closer.

“Believe it or not, I missed you.” I feel my heart constrict as she speaks the words and don’t speak up, just press her closer towards me.

Ice skating went just as I expected it would go. I was a complete and utter failure, while all of a sudden she decided to find a knick at it. It was nice to hear her laugh so heartily and carefree. If hearing that some more meant me falling down an awful lot more than necessary, I’d do it over and over again. It would also mean I would feel pretty sore at practice tomorrow.

“Well, I had an amazing night. Thank you.” Y/n mumbles as she ties her own shoes back up and raises to her feet, wiggling from leg to leg in front of me. “Who said the night was over yet?” I grin up, raising to my own feet so I could return the skates. “What do you mean?”

“There’s something I’d like to show you. Nothing all too special.” I pull her along for the short walking distance uphill. I already feel my heart hammering in my chest although I don’t know why, when I take the last few steps up to the edge.

“Oh my god, Calum. This – this is amazing.” The twinkling lights of the city does itself justice. It seems a bit magical, maybe even movie-worthy as both of us stand there, enjoying the scenery. “This concludes the end of our tour. Thank you for choosing Calum Tours.” I proclaim proudly, turning towards Y/n as she bursts into a fit of giggles.

“You’re such a moron. Thank you for this, it’s beautiful and I really enjoyed myself.” Y/n smiles at me, her hands curling around my arm as she sneaks closer towards my frame. The wind was picking up and the night was setting it – it was turning harshly cold rather soon. We had to leave shortly. “Any time.”

“So, aren’t you going to kiss me?” Y/n questions as her gaze keeps locked on the twinkling lights, smirk covering her lips. She doesn’t have to tell me twice.

Dangerous Woman (Part 2) 🌙

A/N: I’ve finally uploaded the second part of DW after a trillion years so I apologize to everyone for the long wait! In this second part, there’s no smut but there is plenty of angst and drama and emotional turmoil (I promise more smut in future parts). Also, I added in Luhan’s POV to make the fic more interesting! Enjoy this, and remember to leave some feedback in the ask box at the end of it! x

Pairing(s): Luhan x Reader

Warnings: Some violence near the end (on the reader’s part) and just angst all the way

Genre: Angst

Requested: No

Summary: Luhan and call-girl! Reader battle with their own emotions when it comes to falling for each other.

Word Count: 5886

Soundtrack: I Don’t Wanna Live Forever // Zayn, Taylor Swift

Originally posted by exotic-alucinada

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By the time I wander through the double doors of the brothel where all of this call-girl nonsense started years ago, the tears I’ve been trying to hold back for the past hour finally spill over, causing my ‘waterproof’ mascara to leak down my cheeks horribly.

Dragging my bag of discarded lingerie, cat ears and handcuffs behind me, I suck back a mournful gasp as I keep my head down, too humiliated to let any of the other lingering call-girls catch a glimpse of my beaten-down form. Thankfully, nobody takes notice of me as I speed-walk to where Sehun is comfortably seated behind the receptionist’s desk as always, his feet propped up on the table as he taps away at his phone enthusiastically.

Upon hearing the shuffling of my feet, my best friend lifts his head with that oh-so-comforting grin of his, parting his lips to say hi. But his cheery demeanour drops as soon as he catches sight of the state I’m in, with my tangled hair and teary eyes and ugly black lines of mascara running down my face.

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Double Dates

Challenge 08: Classic
Genre: Fluff
Character: Mark

Plot: You reluctantly follow your best friend on a double date only to find yourself in for a pleasant surprise.

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It was the classic date. He walked up to the front doors with a bouquet of flowers, movies tickets in his hand, opened the car door like a gentleman.

And there I was in the backseat of the car, across from his friend who was looking at me, just as unamused as I was.

“You look beautiful,” Jaebum commented sweetly to my best friend, Seoyoung. She giggled shyly, looking out the window in embarrassment. I smiled, at least one of us was enjoying the date.

I glanced back at Jaebum’s friend, Mark, shrugging my shoulders in defeat, offering him an empathetic smile. It was nice to have a companion to suffer with at least. And to be honest, it wasn’t that bad. I mean, I was getting a free meal out of this and well, Mark wasn’t a bad thing to look at.

Seoyoung looked at me through the reflection of the car side mirror. She gave me a nervous look as I smiled back at her reassuringly. Despite Jaebum’s obvious infatuation with her, Seoyoung was way too shy and self-deprecating to handle a date on her own.

“So the movie huh? You excited to see it?” I spoke up, trying to fill the silence of the car.

“Definitely, I love zombie movies!” Jaebum chuckled with excitement. I could see his eyes glancing over at Seoyoung through the rearview mirror. I couldn’t help smirking. The boy looked almost as nervous as Seoyoung.

I glanced at Mark who had been quiet the whole way so far. I nudged him.

“Do you like zombie movies?”

He nodded. “They’re cool.”

I nodded my head. “I’m excited for Gongyoo.”

“Ah of course,” Jaebum chuckled. “Is that your style in guys, Y/N?”

“Gongyoo is everyone’s style though, no?” I ask, chuckling. “Manly style is more of Seoyoung’s type though.”

“Y/N~” Seoyoung whined in embarrassment.

“Ah, sorry, I meant to say that Jaebum is Seoyoung’s ideal type,” I teased even more, laughing as both their faces went red.

I smiled at Mark who was chuckling softly beside me. I nudged him, trying to get him to join in on the teasing. I mean, that’s why we were here right?

“Seoyoung-ssi, you’re Jaebum’s ideal type too,” he spoke up. I nudged happily, enjoying Seoyoung’s red face.

“You are,” Jaebum admitted softly, making her giggle nervously.

I turned to Mark with a wide smile, giving him a thumbs up. This double date was going to be more fun than I expected.

“Well, you know,” Seoyoung spoke up quietly after our laughter had died down. We all turned to give her our attention. “Y/N prefers pretty boys like Mark.”

“Yah!” I shouted, feeling my face grow warm. I was not expecting Seoyoung to fight back. She gave me a furtive ‘mehrong’ through the side view mirror.

Mark and Jaebum chuckled. They exchanged glances through the rear view mirror.

“Well, we’re here,” Jaebum announced as he drove into the parking lot of the theater.

Mark and I walked behind the other two as we headed into the dark movie theater room, my arms around a large bucket of popcorn while Mark held the tray of drinks. I nudged him softly, pointing to Jaebum who had smoothly taken Seoyoung’s hand in his.

Mark chuckled.

“If I weren’t holding all the drinks, I’d offer my hand too,” he joked.

“Not good enough, Mark, gotta step up your game,” I teased.

“Oh,” he pouted, feigning dejection, “I guess the thought doesn’t count then.”

I laughed, taking a seat next to Seoyoung as Mark sat at the end, next to me. I passed the drinks down to the couple.

“If you feel scared just hide behind Oppa,” Jaebum whispered.

Seoyoung giggled shyly, holding timidly to his bicep.

“Ah, you’re already scared? The movie didn’t even start yet,” Jaebum teased, making Seoyoung pout in embarrassment.

I chuckled, turning to Mark.

“Are you seeing this?” I whispered.

He gave me a confused look, his mouth stuffed with popcorn. I laughed.

“Geez Mark, save some for the movie,” I teased, grabbing a handful of popcorn for myself. He grinned cheekily.

“It’s been a while since I’ve gone to the movies,” he explained himself after swallowing.

“Same,” I agreed. “I prefer just—”

“Downloading it,” he interjected with a smile.

“Yeah, and enjoying it—”

“In the comfort of your own bed, right?” Mark interrupted again, his eyes curling into crescents.

I laughed. “What are you, a mind reader?”

Mark shrugged his shoulders with a glint in his eyes as the lights dimmed and the movie began.

Mark leaned towards me, whispering in my ear, “If you feel scared just hide behind Oppa.”

I tried my best to hold back a laugh, slapping his arm away.

“That’s plagiarism, Oppa,” I whispered back, making him chuckle quietly.

Taking some popcorn, he pushed the pieces into my mouth.

“Shh, talking during the movie is rude,” he whispered with another low chuckle before turning his attention back to the screen.

I chewed the salty popcorn slowly, feeling my face warm up. Now I’ve never been a shy type of girl but I was not anticipating Mark to feed me. Trying to ground myself again, I glanced over at Seoyoung. By now, Jaebum had effortlessly wrapped his arm around her shoulder and she was practically leaning into his chest. She always did have a weakness for scary movies.

Jaebum looked down at Seoyoung in his arms with a soft smile. He patted her head gently with his other hand.

Looks like they didn’t need me to be there after all. Seoyoung was doing just fine on her own.

I poked Mark so he could see the sight of his friend being a softie. He chuckled softly, leaning back into me again.

“Look at the movie instead. Your precious Gongyoo is on screen,” he whispered.

This time I took a handful of popcorn and shoved it into his mouth, much to his surprise.

“The ever chic Jaebum is being a soft dumpling, this is a rare moment!” I whispered firmly back to him.

“Shh!” someone from behind shushed harshly at us.

I sunk into my seat with embarrassment. It was hard to see in the darkness of the theater but I just knew he was smirking at me. I could feel it.

He leaned closely to me, his nose almost touching mines.

I gulped in anticipation.

“Shh!” he repeated before moving back into his seat. He went back to watching the movie, a small smile plastered on his face.

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As the movie came to an end, I glanced to my side to see Seoyoung sleeping in Jaebum’s arms. I grinned cheekily at Jaebum who blushed shyly.

“You guys can go on ahead,” he whispered so as not to wake her up. “I think we’ll be fine on our own.”

I chuckled, sending him a knowing wink. Jaebum smiled, sending a wink back as he looked at Mark.

Quietly, the two of us left the theater, leaving the couple behind.

Now that our jobs were done I figured we could just head back home. A part of me felt disappointed about leaving early though. I was having more fun with Mark than I expected.

“I’m hungry,” Mark interrupted my thoughts.

I smiled. “Same!”

I grimaced a little. Did I sound too eager?

“What do you want to eat?” Mark asked.

“Hmm,” I thought, placing a finger to my lips as I contemplated. “The popcorn was a bit greasy so I kind of want something like—”

“Chigae?” Mark interjected again. I laughed loudly this time.

“I think you and me are a better match than Seoyoung and Jaebum!”

Mark smiled shyly at his, his cheeks turning a slight pink.

“Come on, I know a great place near here,” he said, leading me down the road.

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“So how’d you like the movie?” I asked after we had ordered our dishes.

“I don’t know, you kept distracting me,” Mark said, raising his eyebrow at me cheekily.

“ME distracting you? You were the one shoving popcorn in my face!”

Mark cackled in his high pitched laugh. “Well you kept poking me to look at Jaebum. I get it, Jaebum is a cute dumpling!”

I rolled my eyes, grabbing the cup of water beside me for a swig.

Mark pouted, leaning forward across the table. “Don’t you know my nickname? I’m the real cute dumpling~!”

My eyes widened, almost choking on my water. I had heard stories of Mark being the king of aegyo, but seeing it in real life was…nothing I could have prepared myself for. I bit my lip, trying not to smile too widely at his cuteness.

He giggled at my expression before settling back into his seat.

After composing myself I spoke up again. “You know, I always thought you were kkul no jam…”

I could see his pout already forming again.

“But you’re really funny!” I reassured.

His smile reappeared on his face, much to my relief.

“Eyyy, are you teasing me?”

I shook my head. “No I mean it! I had a lot of fun today.”

He smiled, staring at me sincerely. “I’m glad.”

“I was just going to help Seoyoung with her shyness but I think I had more fun than her.”

Mark chuckled softly, looking away as our soups came to the table. We dug into our meal together, our conversation cutting short from the distraction.

Mark swallowed, putting his spoon down gently as he looked up at me.

“Actually,” he started quietly. “Seoyoung didn’t ask you to come along out of shyness.”

I tilted my head curious. I’m pretty sure that’s what Seoyoung said to me when she asked me to come along though.

Mark rubbed the back of his neck nervously as he looked away from my stare.

“The truth is…I’ve always had a crush on you.”

My eyes widened in disbelief.

What?

Is this even real?

Mark glanced at me shyly, his ears, bright red. “It felt weird to ask you out since we never even hung out before…so Jaebum and Seoyoung decided to help me out.”

I gasped. “No wonder they were so lovey dovey in the movie theater!”

Mark chuckled nervously. I smiled at him reassuringly, feeling my own ears going red.

“Well, I really did have a good time with you,” I said, blushing.

Mark’s smile widened from ear to ear at my words.

“And you know,” I added. “Not that it matters now, but if you had asked me out before today, I would’ve said yes.”

He looked at me surprised as I nodded.

“Yeah, Seoyoung wasn’t lying when she said you were my type.”

Mark laughed, hiding his smile behind his hand shyly. He looked at me with playful eyes.

“Poor Gongyoo.”

Our True Love - Chapter 5

A/N: Thank you very much for all the follows, likes and reblogs, guys. I really am happy to see people enjoying my stories so far. It makes “my heart full of glee”. Hehe. I extended the story a little bit more so that I can give it more action. So, thank you all so much for reading my stories and I hope you enjoy it! (Sorry in advance for any grammatical errors in my stories!) 

Previous Chapter(s): Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Blood, tears and a little sexy Bucky
Word count: 2,878
Summary: Reader and Bucky doesn’t get along well after his marriage to Rosaline. Will her friendship with Bucky last or will they crumble and fade?

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The stars are sparkling in the sky.

The nights are getting colder and colder. Autumn had just arrived and I love it so much. I sit in my apartment with a blanket wrapped around my body. A war movie playing on TV while I work on my laptop. I hear the message notification on my phone. When I see who it is, I smile.


Richard [09:52PM] – Cherry, what are you doing?

You [09:53PM] – Watching a movie while refining a report. Yourself, Croc?

Richard [09:54PM] – I’m eating some cereal for dinner. You even work after hours, huh?

You [09:55PM] – Cereal? You didn’t cook for dinner? Haha. Of course, to keep my life easy in the office.

Richard [10:00PM] – I’m tired. I’ve been running around from one interview to another. I might end up working for the modelling company after all.

You [10:03PM] – Really? That is wonderful. We should celebrate together!


The doorbell to my apartment scares the living daylights out of me. I look at the time on my phone. Who on Earth would be coming at this time?

I quietly approach the door after grabbing my pepper spray. In case there is a psycho standing outside of my door. I peek at the little peephole on my door. My breath caught in my throat. It is Bucky.

I unlock the door, keeping the slider on to double check. I widen my eyes. Bucky’s blue eyes caught in mine. He is wearing his combat suit with his weapons still strapped around his body.

“Y/N…” He says.

“Bucky! What are you doing here?” I ask. He lets out a sigh.

“Long story.” I bite my lower lip. Without any more words, I close the door back and remove the slider. I open it back up.

“Come in. I got all night.” I invite him inside. I look around the hallway to make sure no one is around. I lock my door back, watching Bucky making his way towards the couch I was sitting on before. I walk over to the kitchen and bring over a glass of water for him.

When I returned, Bucky’s metal arm is over his eyes. His lips quivering a little. When I sit on my spot, Bucky jerks away surprised. He clutches his chest before breathing out. I look at him worriedly as I hand him the glass of water. It’s been a while since I saw him like this.

“Bucky, what happened?” I ask him. He drinks the water in one go. He’s very nervous and troubled right now.

“Rosaline and I had another fight.” He answers simply, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He leans down and placing his hands over his face. I watch him carefully, waiting for him to continue.

“I got home and saw a bunch of her friends in the living room. When I checked for her in the kitchen, she was with another man. I burst; getting angry thinking that she is cheating on me. I made a fool of myself in front of them. She lost it, saying how she’s tired of dealing with my problems and kicked me out.” He continues. I can see the little tears spilling down his eyes. He must’ve felt so bad.

My hands shiver as I hover it over his back. I wasn’t sure if I should hold him or not. I was still mad at him for shouting at me the other night. But now that he came to me, feeling upset and troubled, I couldn’t bring myself to leave him be.

I take a deep breath before wrapping my arm around his shoulders. The second my arm made contact with him, he sits up, grabbing onto my wrists while looking at me surprised. He’s very jumpy.

“It’s ok, Bucky. Calm down.” I say as his hands tightens around my wrists.

I can see the tears in his eyes. The trail of it down his cheeks. My heart twists at the sight. I’d never thought I’d see him cry like this again. The last time I did had been so painful and heart-breaking. He lets my wrists go before returning back to the position he was in.

I reach out to hold him in my arms once again. I can feel him leaning into me when I did. I stroke his hair gently, remembering the way I would always do on nights similar to this. I can smell the sweat mixed with dust in his hair. It must’ve been from his mission.

“Bucky. You shouldn’t just assume things so quickly. She cares and loves you. I know that your anger comes from your exhaustion. But you need to learn to be a bit more patient.” His body tenses in my arms but he remains silent. I run my hands up and down his right arm to comfort him.

I freeze when I come in contact with something wet from a ripped part of his sleeve. I pull my hand up to look at it. My heart stops. Blood. I get up from where I was sitting to look at his flesh arm.

Blood is soaking through the torn up sleeve. I panicked. Why didn’t I notice this before?

“Bucky, you’re bleeding!” I say. Bucky looks at me before looking at his arm.

“Oh. I didn’t notice that.” I didn’t wait to hear that stupid response. I rush into the bathroom to grab a couple of towels and a bowl of water. I run into my bedroom to grab the first aid kit. Bucky watches me as I run back and forth to grab the items.

“Y/N, calm down. It’s just a small wound.” He says, miserably failing at trying not to worry me. I take a pair of scissors and carefully cut the sleeve off his combat suit. He has many others like it anyways.

I examine the wound on his arm.

“How did this happen?” I ask him, worried. He shrugs. I give him an angry look. That seems to put his senses back together.

“It must’ve been when I jumped down over the fence with the metal spikes. My arm must’ve gotten caught on one of them.” He answers. I let out a sigh.

A scratch about 6 inches long running down from the top of his arm. I wipe the damp towel on the wound to clean the dried blood off. Thankfully, the cut is not so deep that he needs stitching. A flash of memory hits me. 

“I’ll be fine, Y/N. There’s no need to worry about it.” He says, moving his arm. I hold it down and rub alcohol over the wound. He didn’t flinch. This reminds me of that night when Bucky wrapped my finger with the tissue. 

“You worry about my pin sized injury last time. You have no rights to tell me I shouldn’t worry about this even worse injury on your arm. You’re lucky I have some supplies in my house.” I answer.  I can feel Bucky’s eyes on me as I work on his arm.

When I finished dressing the wound, I let out a satisfied yet worried sigh. There’s no more blood coming out of the wound, but if it wasn’t treated, it could have been infected.

“Okay. It should be fine. Next time tell me when you are in—” When I turn to look at Bucky, his face was inches away from mine. My heart jumps in surprise and I fall backwards onto the floor.

“Are you okay?” He asks, pulling me back up on the couch. I nod slowly before reaching for the bloody towel to wipe my hands off. I can feel my face warm up when I remembered how close his face was to mine. What was he trying to do?

I reach down to clean up the mess I had made. The first aid kid box had tipped over and spilled all of its contents on the floor. I panic way too easily. I need to learn how to control my reactions sometimes. His tired eyes remaining glued to me as I clean up the place.

“Bucky, are you okay with pasta?” I ask when I returned from the bathroom. He looks at me confused.

“What do you mean?”

“You haven’t eaten right?” I wipe my hands on my shirt. He takes a moment to think. I sigh before returning back to the room.

I pull out Steve’s shirt and pants from the storage room. Sharon and Steve stayed over one time since their house was getting reconstructed. He left them here and I kept on forgetting to give them back. I guess they ended up being of use after all. I hand Bucky the towel, shirt and pants. He looks up at me, blinking.

Man, this guy is in a completely different world right now.

“It’s Steve’s. He left them here when he had the house redone.” I say. Bucky takes the clothes quietly.

“Wash up. Eat, then rest. Go. Don’t get the bandages wet.” I order him while making my way to the kitchen.

Since the kitchen is open, I can still see him on the couch. Five minutes passed before Bucky even moved a muscle. I watch him go into the bathroom and hear the water running. He’s a mess. Poor Bucky.

I probably need to talk to Rosaline about Bucky. It can still work. Though, it does make me wonder why she would react so drastically. She used to take care of Bucky’s mental state anyways. But then again, that was when he was Winter Soldier. So the side effects of the never ending brainwashing must be new to her.

I hear my phone ring from the living room. I run over to it to see who it was. Richard. Shoot. I forgot to text him back.

“Hello?” I answer as I walk back into the kitchen.

“Hey, Cherry Princess. Are you so into your work that you forgot about me?” Richard’s laughter on the other line is as sweet as a caramel candy.

“No. Something came up.” I answer back while transferring the meal onto a plate.

“Oh yeah? What is that? Screaming at agents over the phone for the atrocious spelling mistakes?” I chuckle.

“No. It’s Bucky.” I say, peeking over at the bathroom. The water is still running. The silence on the other line was loud and clear.

“He’s there?” After a few moments, he asks. His voice suddenly changed into a little harsh one.

“Yeah. Apparently he and Rosy got into a fight.” The sigh on the other line sounds so dreadful.

“And he comes running to you?” He asks. His voice sharp like a blade. What just happened to that caramel candy voice?

“He’s my friend, Richard. I need to help him out.” I say, whispering into the phone when I hear the water stop running.

“Until he wants more out of you.” He says harshly. I blink.

“What are you talking about?” I ask, confused.  

“I’ll tell you later. I need to call Rosy. Bye, Y/N.” With that, a click.

“Richard?” I call out, but only the beeping end call sound is all I hear. I look at the phone confused.

“Who was it?” Bucky’s voice scares me. I look at him before shaking my head.

“Just Richard.” I say while bringing the food to him. His expression turns dark again.

“What did he want?” I wave him off. I really don’t want to pour oil into the fire. Bucky silently takes out a chair before looking at the food.

“You made this?” I bite my lower lip and nod. It wasn’t bad when I tasted it, but I don’t know if Bucky will like it himself. My heart races when he takes the first bite. I wait in anticipation to hear what he might say. His face lights up.

“Wow, you’re still good at cooking.” He says while taking another bite. My chest fills up with joy. I’m so glad he likes it.

“Huuu. I’m glad.” I smile at him.


I place the mattress in the empty spot right by the TV. I put one of my pillows and blankets on it. I can hear Bucky washing the dishes in the kitchen as I set up the place for him to sleep. I pat the mattress a little. It was dusty when I took it out of the storage room.

“I can just sleep on your couch, Y/N.” Bucky says as he wipes his hands on the towel. I just realized how Steve’s shirt seems really tight on Bucky. His pecs, biceps and abs practically bulging through the shirt. I blush at the sight before shaking my head.

“No, you are not. Not with your arm banged up like that. I have an extra mattress anyways.” I say before getting up. I pull Bucky and sit him down on the mattress. I walk back into the kitchen to prepare some warm glass of milk and honey.

I hand him the glass when I returned. Bucky looks at me.

“As usual, Sergeant.” I say. He smiles up at me. He grabs my hand along with the glass. He is drinking the milk with my hand still holding onto it. My heart beats wildly in my chest at this sudden action. 

With his damp hair loose on the sides of his face, little scratches on his cheeks, light blue eyes staring down at me and then Steve’s tight shirt on his body; oh God. He looks very sexy. When he was done, he licks his milky lips still looking at me.

My insides shiver at the sight of him like that. I pull my hand away along with the glass quickly. I scurry into the kitchen to wash it. I can feel my chest on the verge of bursting. I glance over at the living room and see Bucky lying down on the mattress.

Keep yourself together, Y/N. 


I jolt awake when I hear a loud yell coming from outside. I jump off from my bed instantly and pick up my pepper spray again. I walk towards my door carefully, hearing another yell coming from there. It sounds like Bucky. I gasp and immediately run out to the living room.

Bucky is thrusting around on the mattress. The sheets had come off and was soaked in Bucky’s sweat. I throw myself on top of him to stop him. I shake him violently.

“Bucky!! Bucky!!”

When he wakes up, his pupils were dilated. He rolls us around and pins me down against the mattress. His metal hand reaching quickly over for the pistol on the coffee table, pointing straight at my forehead.

I could have sworn I saw my life flash before my eyes when Bucky did that.

“Bucky it’s me!!” I yell again. His blue eyes returning before he gasps. He pulls himself off me and drops the pistol. He coughs before falling backwards and leaning on the coffee table.

I’ve never seen Bucky like this before. He normally would just pin me down, but never pull out any weapon. I sit up, feeling the back of my shirt a little damp from my own sweat. He holds his hands against his face. I can hear little gasps and see how his hands are shivering so much. He’s crying again.

“Bucky…” I reach out to touch his arm.

“I’m so sorry…” He says behind his hands. My chest tightens with pain. I hear my heart shatter at the tone of his voice. He’s in so much pain right now… Oh, Bucky.

I immediately wrap my arms around him. I pull him in and hold him tightly.

“Shh. It’s okay. Everything is going to be fine, Bucky.” I reassure him. He cries silently as his arms wrap around my waist. He pulls me tightly while crying onto my shoulder. The heart-breaking sound of his whimpers makes me cry myself. It hurts so much to see how hurt Bucky is.

He falls asleep after an hour passed. He had his grip on me tight, so I couldn’t pry myself away from him. I didn’t want to anyways. I stayed there with him, stroking his hair continuously while my other hand is held tightly in his. Even though Bucky had been crying before, I really feel at peace with him sleeping against me like this. I look out into the night sky through the window.

The moon is lighting up inside of the living room a little. Despite his size and height, I didn’t feel crushed underneath him. He must’ve positioned himself just right so he won’t suffocate me when he fell asleep. I watch Bucky’s sleeping face against my shoulder. 

His face looks so tired, angry, sad, confused, but most of all, broken. I feel the tears spilling down again.

With his history of being used by HYDRA, then having to deal with the after effects of it. Nightmare after nightmare of crimes he never wanted to commit. Regret and pain of remembering people die at his own hands. Hands he wasn’t able to control because of the serum. Now that he finally had a chance at happiness, his problems came back and took that away from him.

Give Bucky a break, please…

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A/N: I teared up a little while writing the last bit of this. It made me really think of the suffering Bucky has gone through. I hope y’all know what I’m talking about. Heh. Anyways, thank you for reading! I truly hope you enjoyed this chapter! 

Next chapter coming soon!

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…Let me fight for you the way I know how…

The way he sat across from me was befitting of a gentleman. It would only take one look at us, and people could immediately tell the difference. As I slumped leisurely, putting an elbow on the table, I grabbed the cup of sake and stretched it out to him.

He smiled softly, something that ticked me off knowing that I can’t find anything wrong about him. Katakura Kojuro—they call him the Dragon’s Claws, and he serves Date Masamune who rules over Oshu province. I have heard of him, of his achievements, and how great of a man others believe him to be.

His reputation did precede him, and having to face him so suddenly, I was at a loss at what to say.

Great. And I was the one who asked to talk to him.

He silently filled my cup and watched me drown myself in sake. How many cups, I lost count. It always happens. They said alcohol steels the nerves, but at the same time, it was also always, always, that I feel lightheaded after having too much to drink that I could no longer keep my thoughts to myself, and I could feel my body warming up to a confession.

“Hey.” I finally said, my voice sharp but no louder than a whisper.

Kojuro gazed at me, reaching for the sake flask.

“Nah.” I blinked. “I don’t need any more.”

“You did have quite a lot, milord.”

Milord. I chuckled, shaking my head. “And I’m not much of a lord either.”

He was kind enough not to ask about my circumstances, knowing that maybe he didn’t need to remind me of it. Unlike him - who was a tactician, a reliable right hand man - I was still trying to prove myself, I was still working my ass off to rise in the ranks, and I was still…

I was still…

“You know,” despite the blur in my vision, I looked straight at him, meaning to tell him all that I couldn’t tell her. “I’ve always watched over her. All this time…”

He smiled again, the curve on his lips telling me he understood what I meant.

“And I’m not giving her up without a fight, so let’s settle this like men!” I grinned, placing my elbow on the table with a bang. “Come and get me.”

With my forearm upright, I wiggled my fingers before getting ready to take him on. I’d heard he was strong, and it is only through a battle of strength that I can actually have a chance of winning.

“You love her very much, I can tell.” He replied with no hint of malice, if anything else, he almost sounded thankful.

I could tell that he wasn’t the type to deal with things this way. He was mature, and I knew at least, that making a contest out of our affections was something so childish. Maybe he’ll laugh at me, look down on my way of doing things, and nobody’s more frustrated than I am that I can’t seem to do better. I’m aware that I need to step up my game, polish myself even more so I could become a man worthy of a title, a man worthy of her…

And I’m trying.

I’m trying so damn hard!

 For a moment, I almost dropped my hand, but to my surprise, he took the challenge with a grin, and gave me a chance.

Late Night Swimming

A/N : Hello! This is the very first smut I’ve posted on Tumblr so please forgive me if it sucks x on a side note, hope all of you will give this new blog all your love

Pairing(s) : Luhan x (Y/N)

Warnings : nothing much. just pool sex lmao

Genre : Smut

Requested : Yes

Summary : For the anon who requested a Luhan smut that takes place in a pool ;)

Word Count : 2K

Originally posted by wendeer

All I wanted to do was to head down to the hotel’s swimming pool for a good soak in the water to clear my head from the roiling thoughts. For the past few weeks, I’ve been so bogged down with the ruthless demands from work and the amount of paperwork I’ve been tasked to complete. So what did I do? I scampered away from all of it by booking a room at the hotel downtown for myself because I’m an avid procrastinator who enjoys running away from my responsibilities.

So here I am, making my way down to the pool for a nice night swim instead of actually starting on that damn paperwork. The sky stretches above my head like an ink-black blanket dotted with twinkling stars as I wander out of the building and inhale the stinging scent of chlorine wafting from the empty pool.

Padding across the deck in my bare feet and in my bathing suit, I perch at the edge of the pool with my legs dangling in the water, relishing the coolness against my bare skin. The night breeze wafts through my air and I allow my eyes to flutter shut, tilting my head back. There is absolutely nothing better than taking a break from the cold, hard reality of life, enjoying some time by myself and conveniently blocking out all of the demanding responsibilities from my head.

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Amnesia - Carlisle x Reader - Part Two

Originally posted by carlislecullentrash

 Fandom: Twilight

 Pairing: Carlisle x Reader

 Summary: From lost in the woods, injured, broken, lonely, confused, and terrified, inflicted with amnesia, to found, healed, and cared for. Paisley’s finding a new home, but just as quickly as she finds it, it may be ripped from her.

 Warning(s): Mentions of Abuse.


 Six months, six without a single clue to my memories, or who I am. Nobody has put out a missing report, for someone who looks like me, and there aren’t even any ads in the papers from other cities, looking for me. As if I just appeared out of nowhere, belonged to nobody, loved by no one.

 Dropping the news paper on the table, I let out a sigh, carding my fingers through my long black hair, frowning as Esme glances at me from the stove where she’s cooking up friend eggs, sausage, and hashbrowns for this morning’s breakfast. “These things take time, Paisley. Be patient, Paisley. Someone cares, Paisley. It’s alright, Paisley. You can stay here as long as you need, Paisley.” I grumble under my breath, in a poor imitation of Carlisle’s voice, causing Esme to let out a light laugh. “It’s been six months, without any kind of hint. No words popping out, no memory lapses, nothing.” I huff, slumping into my seat as Esme dishes me a plate, before setting it before me as she settles into the chair across from my own.

 “Paisley, it’s alright.” Esme rubs my hand. “Maybe, you went on holiday, and nobody knows you’re gone? Or, perhaps your parents went on a holiday, or something?” Esme suggests, trying to calm me down, and I nod. “Even if you’re never claimed. You have a family now, with us. You belong here.”

 “Yeah,” I huff, rolling a sausage across the plate. “okay.” I press off the table, stepping out onto the tree that reaches into the kitchen, leaving Esme frowning behind me as I climb the tree higher and higher, until I’m on the sturdiest branch at the top. Sitting down on the branch, I look out at the mountains, tears prickle my eyes as my chest clenches in pain. “This is so stupid.” I whimper, a lump swells in my throat, and tears start to fall, unbidden.

 “You might want to be careful.” I jump, looking at the branch below to find Carlisle is there, and I scoot over as he climbs up, sitting beside me as he just looks at me, causing me turn my head away, wiping my face. “you know that you can cry, right? It’s been six months, and you haven’t shed a tear.” His words lift a weigh from my chest that I didn’t know were there, and I throw myself into his arms, my face burying in his shirt, shoulders shaking as tears fall freely. His arms wind around my back, rubbing as he rests his chin on top of my head, his strokes his hand up and down my spine, soothing me as he just lets me cry.


 Twirling across the living room, Emmett spin me from his arms, right into Jasper’s arms, who lifts me off the floor as he spins, setting me down in time for Rosalie to sweep over, spinning the both of us across the floor, before Alice takes me in her arms, letting me laugh as the siblings pass me around, all of us dancing to the music that pours from the speakers of the TV. Just as Esme spins me, Carlisle sweeps me up, wrapping his arm around my middle, and he sweeps us across the floor, causing me to laugh as the others seems move out of the way. It’s a cheerful afternoon, and Alice had turned on music, starting the makeshift kind of dance in the living room- Emmett and Edward had even worked together to move the furniture out of the large living room. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

 “Yes,” I nod, smiling as we spin around. “it’s amazing that you’ve accepted me, not only in you home, but in your family. I can never thank you enough, Carlisle.”

 “You sound as though you are saying goodbye.” His brow crinkles in concern, and I let out a soft laugh, shaking my head.

 “No, it’s just… this has all been amazing, and even if I remember my life before, I will always remember these past six months. I love being here.” I feel my cheeks warm up a bit. “I love being with you guys.”

 “We’ve loved having you here, Paisley.” Carlisle smiles at me, when he spins me away, and as he goes to pull me back, three echoing knocks pulse through the house, causing everyone to pause, the music shuts off, and silence surrounds us as Esme walks over tot he the door, opening it.

 “Our daughter went missing almost 6 months ago, and we’ve just gotten word of a girl looking like here, reported found. We’ve been searching everywhere for her.” A deep booming voice says, suddenly fear strikes my chest.

 “Please,” A young woman says. “this is her picture, is this the girl you have living here?” Esme takes the picture as I find myself attempting to hide behind Carlisle, fear racking me from an unknown terror, and as Esme glimpse the picture, looking over at me, I know now, that my fate is sealed. A loud echoing thunk, like a nail in the coffin lid, echoes hollowly in my chest as the young woman with black locks cries out, crocodile tears fill her eyes as she crosses the room to pull me into a hug, and my head pulses in agony. “Oh, my sweet angel! My darling Alix!” She sobs fake sobs into my shoulders as she holds me, I make no effort to respond as the name echoes in my head in familiarity.

 “There you are, kiddo!” The man tromps across the room, slapping me on the back as I flinch, my head beating in time with my rapidly hammering heart.

 “We were so worried that her no account ex-boyfriend had dragged her off to so foreign country, and we used so many funds to find her. When we got a call, after we got into town, and put in the missing police report, we were so relieved that you weren’t harmed!”

 “Actually, madam, you daughter suffered a broken leg, fractured arm, and mild concussion, and she’s currently suffering from amnesia.” Carlisle steps up as the young woman looks into my eyes, her eyes a dark, twisted, filled with fake tears as she throws her arms around my shoulders once more, sobbing fake sobs.

 “We’ll take you home, to England, and get you the best medicine available, kiddo.” The man says, clapping me on the back as I flinch, and struggle out of the woman’s arms as my head thrums and pounds, and I catch myself on Carlisle’s arm as I cradle my head.

 “I won’t go! I don’t want your blood money!” I scream, causing everyone to stare in shock as I sway, stumbling away from Carlisle, towards the door. The woman and man move forward, towards me, but I let out a piercing scream, before falling to the floor, memories flashing behind my eyes, and it’s all I can do not to throw up, curling into the fetal position with my arms over my head. “Leave. Me. Alone!”I scream as everything goes black, and more and more memories flash behind my eyelids, bringing pain, agony, regret, and anguish.


 Bolting up in my bed, I gasp for breath as Carlisle gently pushes me back down into the sheets, and as he goes to move, I cling to his arm, wide and frightened eyes on his angelic face. “Where are they? The people that came to get me?”

 “We had them go to a hotel for the night, their presence brought psychological and emotional stress to you, and you blacked out for hours.” Carlisle explains, sitting on the edge of my bed, and he caresses my cheek. “What happened?”

 “Alix, that’s what my parents called me.”

 “When they came over today, yes.” Carlisle nods, but I shake my head.

 “No. Those people are not my parents! I’m 23 years old, I live on my own, and my name is Alix MacLeish. My parents sold me to those people, when I was 13, to pay off their gambling debts. I’m a slave to those people, John and Irene, they beat on me, and work me until I collapse. They run seedy businesses, and when I got involved on one account, they beat me, and gave me to someone to dispose of. Where you found me.” I shake my head as Carlisle looks at me aghast.

 “You remembered everything, and… that’s what your memories are? That’s terrible!”

 “Don’t let them take me Carlisle, please.” I look up into his medallion eyes, tears springing forth in my own as I beg him.

 “I won’t. As a matter of fact, I’ll have Jasper and Alice go there, to keep them busy, and Rosalie will call the police. We’ll have them arrested, and do whatever measures necessary to keep you safe.” He caresses my cheek. “Then you’re live with us officially, with me, and the others. We’ll take care of you.” He promises, causing tears to well in my eyes as I nod, looking down as I clench the sheets in my hands. “Now, get some sleep.” I cling to his hand, causing him to chuckle. “I swear, I’m not going anywhere.” He moves to the chair beside the bed. “I’ll be here the entire time, and will still be here when you wake up. I promise.”

 “Kay.” I murmur, rolling over to look at him as I lay back in my bed, falling asleep.


 Sitting on the couch, Emmett sits on my left, and Carlisle is on my right as we watch John and Irene lead out of the hotel in handcuffs, on the TV. “So, you’re free.” Emmett hums, I bring my knees close to my chest, and let out a relieved, shuttering breath.

 “So,” Alice perks up from her recliner. “what do you want us to call you? Alix or Paisley?”

 “What, well… legally, I’m Alix.”

 “So? We can change your name if you want.” Jasper counters, leaning on the arm of Alice’s chair. “You’re family now.”

 “You… still want me? Even with all-”

 “All what? You think that, just because you’ve gotten your memories back, that we’d cast you out?” Edward counters, pressing off the wall beside the archway to the foyer.

 “No, I just thought that, with my past…” I look down, biting my lip.

 “We love having you here, but if you don’t want to be Paisley Cullen, we’re not going to force you.” Rosalie sympathizes.

 “Cullen?” I ask, surprise obvious.

 “You’re a bit old to adopt, but if we change you name, you’re family.” Carlisle explains, resting his hand on my leg. “Everyone speaks for themselves here, but they also speak for our family, this time around. We’d love to have you stay, and be our Paisley.”

 “I-I’d like that.” I murmur, smiling up at them as my cheeks warm up.

 “Then it’s decided. Jasper and I will take care of everything.” Alice says, causing me to smile at her.

 “Thank you, for accepting me. Scars and all.”

Bacchanalic Desires

Part 1/?

Genre: Angst

Characters: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: Use of Alcohol

A/N: Hello! This is out of nowhere, and I’ve never written for BTS before, but I think I’ll start doing it now! Please let me know if I should continue this or not. ❀

Anyway, requests are open here –> ☀︎

Originally posted by jeonify

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A Husky in the Hallway

I was sitting on the floor wrapping my knuckles on the wall.
My fingers from the wooden surface were covered in splinters.
I wasn’t paying attention to what happened in front of me.
With my head down I began to pull the slivers out.

As I held my breath in concentration staring at my hand,
The temperature began to drop but still I did not notice,
Until I watched a cluster of snowflakes melt slowly on my fist,
And softly pressed into it was a husky’s snout.

My head shot up, the wall in front of me completely disappeared.
Beyond it was a frozen desert from a painting I once had.
I ripped it from a borrowed book and taped it to my bedroom wall,
And charted in crayon an imaginary route.

But this was real, it left me baffled. How could this possibly be?
How could it be winter in the middle of a balmy May?
The husky beckoned me with vibrant yellow eyes before he fled.
Into the snow I chased him with shivering shouts.

The second both my bare feet came in contact with the arctic snow,
I turned around and panicked as I watched the wall close up.
The husky from afar barked loudly though I couldn’t find him,
With his fur a silver shade, he blended in.

He bellowed at me and squinting, I had glimpsed his glowing eyes.
Although I felt frightened, my worries lingered on icicles,
So I briskly followed, tracing paw prints with my numbing toes,
Struggling to see, my eyes fought with the wind.

Later, I realised we produced perfectly my crayon path,
But in that moment I was busy slowing down and freezing fast.
Trembling, I trekked up hill against an escalating currant,
Stumbling into the snow with pale frostbitten skin.

On the ground I could make out the faintest trees ahead of me,
And a path made out of pine nettles, loose dirt, and browning leaves.
The husky licked my face and nudged me to my frozen feet again.
As we neared the woods, the raucous winds were thinned.

The makeshift path lead us just slightly past the forest entrance
To a lilac scented cabin with an acorn pickett fence.
Every dragging step I took, the brumal temperature increased,
Melting fast the snow within the perimeter.

The husky ran along the path and welcomed me into his home,
Pushing open with his forehead a melodic creaky door,
Sounding oddly like the ethereal whistle of a veery thrush.
I approached the door in sudden summer weather.

When I entered the quaint cottage I could feel my limbs again,
Warming up inside a crackling and flickering room.
I lay exhausted on the deep red couch across the fireplace,
Gazing out the window, nightfall had been eager.

The smell of lavender and poupourri consumed the cozy cot.
I watched the dancing shadows formed by flames that cast upon the walls.
Quietly, the husky nestled right into my curling lap.
My eyes were closing, but my mind was full of wonder.

I woke up with an absence of last night’s soothing fragrance
To the sound of windows whistling and distant howls.
I had hoped I would wake up to silver fur and lilac,
Instead it was only a backyard woodland pine.

I had no memory of laying down on my own leather couch,
And when I ran into the hallway, everything was back in place,
But a perfect version of my crayon landscape had been hung,
And painted in the center was a pair of glowing yellow eyes.

“So,” Vivani murmured as she twirled a red ice popsicle. “is the letter ’s’ or ‘c’ silent in the word ‘scent’?”
“Dude.. I am not even sure…” Jason replied and I snorted, watching kids play around in the park. “What goes on in that skull of yours, Viv?”
“Everything.”
I proceeded to roll my eyes with a smile, but paused as teary Bean came running with a blubbering Casey. Behind them, maybe 10 paces away, a mother rushed over to an older child who was crying as well. “What happened, bro?” Viv asked as we all got up from the bench. Casey was too busy crying, with snot running down his face, but Bean managed to speak instead as Jason pulled out a tissue pack for the two. “Some b-bigger kids were being mean to us, b-but Princess hit them a-a-and they hit her and-”
“Wait, where is Sofia?” Jason paused to wipe the smallest skeleton and I looked around, not able to find her in the playground. The mother I had seen before was storming over with a pissed look and I scooped Bean up in my arms. “We’ll go lookin for her,” I said as Viv did the same with Casey, who hadn’t stopped crying yet. “I know this place more than you two, and she wouldn’t be that far away.”
“Then I’ll stay,” she replied as we glanced again at the mother. “cos I’m guessing that lady might want a word or two with us.”
“Like I care about her,” Jason slightly scoffed and locked eyes with mine. “I’m coming too-”
“Look, smart guy,” I frowned at him. “maybe it’ll be better if we split up and search for Sofia, that way we cover more ground.”
I  didn’t wait for his reply and took off to my left, searching for a Princess as the mother caught up with the skeletons. I’ve never seen him that serious before, and chewed my lip at the thought of Sofia being hurt. Sure, she got herself into a lot of fights, but the older child I had seen was twice as big.
Taking a turn to the right, I jogged down a path that led to a familiar-looking big tree as I called out Sofia’s name a couple of times. “Princess? Sofie? Sofia the First? Come on now, let’s go back to big brother Jay Jay!”
No response.
 I had a feeling she was hiding behind the tree and sure enough, I found her hugging her knees, staring at the grass beneath her. “Princess?” I tried again, lowering my voice, but she only sunk her head even lower. “Go away.” She snapped at me and I sat down beside her, crossing my legs and letting Bean rest her head on my lap. “No can do, your highness, your bro wouldn’t be happy to know I lost you again after finding you quite easily.” She huffed to that and said nothing. Stroking Ermerald’s hair with one hand, I sent a text to Jason with the other. 'Found her, meet me near fountain after 10 minutes.’
And after that I just waited.
Maybe two minutes later I checked on Bean, only to find her sleeping softly with dried up tears on her cheeks. “So,” I cleared my throat silently. “mind telling me what happened at the playground?”
I half expected her to say nothing, but she did what I had half hoped for. Still pouting, she glanced at me and took her time before answering. “One of the kids called us a 'freak’, so I punched him.”
“Oh that’s fine,” I slightly chuckled. “it’s bound to happen with peeps like us.”
“Us?” Sofia echoed and I nodded, dipping my head closer to hers. “I don’t normally tell many people about this, but even I am, uh what do ya call it, half-something-half-other-thing.”
Sofia slightly widened her dark dusty pink eyes and whispered. “Is one of your parents a monster too??” I shook my head, smiling and lookin into the horizon.
A few more hours before the sun would set.
“Nahh, they both are, uh, kinda from two different countries who aren’t exactly in.. good terms?… I mean, you don’t hear much about the two big groups arguing, but they definitely had a war way back like the human race and monster kind did,”
“so it kinda gets awkward when people find that out about you, but yeah I’ve been there, not being treated right and all.. Heck, some even retorted with the 'why did you two get married then?’ thingy when my parents argued for respect.”
I looked down for a moment then glanced at Princess, who continued to stare at me quietly. “And you’ve had fights too?”
“Well,” I smiled sheepishly. “I kinda was too much of a crybaby to actually fight back, and later was too tired to even bother… But ya know what, you do you to be honest. Just,” I slightly hesitated, but placed a hand on her shoulder, smiling wider this time. “just know that you’re not alone, kay? We can figure things out if you talk about it- and ya know, pick your fights wisely.”
Sofia snorted to that. “I can fight anyone.”
“Yeah you can, but there is a time and a place for a fight, you just gotta be sharp about deciding when and where should it be. And, eventhough you are blessed with superhuman strength, you’re not gonna win every fight ya know…”
I pushed at the rim of my glasses and grinned at Princess, who glanced at my right arm. “Is that how you got that scar?” I dropped my smile and tugged at my sleeve, looking away for a moment. “…Let’s not talk about that…”
“Ok.”
“I gotta admit,” I spoke as I got up with Emerald, stirring in her sleep, in my arms. “you kinda don’t give the impression your nickname does at times.. That’s cool, like you’re more of a warrior than a princess.”
Sofia smirked in response and got up as well, stuffing her hands in her pockets. “Being a damsel in distress is kinda lame.”
I laughed, “Seconded, now come on,” and offered her my hand. “let’s go.”
***
As we came closer to the fountain, I thought for a bit then asked Sofia something. “What are ya gonna do with all those teeth?”
“What teeth?”
“Don’t act dumb, Princess,” I cracked a smirk. “I noticed you collecting them that one time you beat up a girl in your class. Spill it”
“… I was planning to make a necklace out of it..”
Yikes, not so much like a princess Indeed ™.
“Wow, that’s, uhhh… I hope you clean them..”
“Oh I do, the whole thing kinda helps me deal with the whole 'people being poopheads’.”
I gave a snort. “Yeah well I used to comfort myself with this stuffed toy of mine, it’s this ballerina bunny, except her tutu somehow got lost and now she only has this dress that makes her look like a gymnast,” I paused.
“Do you want it?”
Kids will be kids, I smiled as Princess looked up at me in surprise. “You don’t want it??”
“Nahh, I think it’ll be better if she’s with you instead.”
Sofia grinned, eyes sparkling, but she tried to hide it with a shrug. “I’ll think about it.” I looked ahead and found Jason facing towards the fountain with his hands buried deep in his pockets, and Vivani was eating another nice cream with Casey.
“Sorry we took too long.” I said and Jason spun around, masking his relief as quick as it came.
“It’s fine,” He replied nonchalantly and slightly narrowed his eyes at Sofia, who gave a shy smile. “and you, no more running off like that, okay Princess?”
“Sorry…”
Bean murmured something and I shifted her in my arms. “I’d better get going, Emerald’s had long day today, and Robin would prolly want her kid back.”
“Oh, yeah sure, and thanks for getting Sofia back, mom and dad would’ve chewed me up if I went back home without her.” Jason finally smiled at me and I smiled back, feeling my cheeks warm up a bit. “No problem, and no we all know you wouldn’t have gone home anyways.. By the way, what did that lady say?”
Viv and Jay gave small groans, obviously not enjoying whatever memory they had. “I’ll.. uh tell you later, by texting you..” Jason mumbled and I shrugged. “Okay, well.. See ya..”
 We all gave a little wave and I turned to leave, but only after I winked at Princess, who grinned and waved for a bit longer.
( @remaining-head-spirits ok no frt, the post of Princess bein called half-breed hit me in the kokoro, and aah sorry I had to rush with the ending, which is why it is abrupt and lame! And yeh tis I, the anon who told you that I’d write a fanfic…)

Unknown Feelings | Pt. 1

Taehyung Scenario/Imagine

Genre: school fluff ; slightly angsty ; cuteness everywhere

Blurb: You’re taking a summer class with your long time crush Taehyung. You’ve confessed your feelings, but he doesn’t feel the same way. Add in a flirtatious Jeon Jungkook and wonder how Taehyung would deal with seeing another guy all over you.

Word Count: 2,344

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Reader x Taehyung

A/N: Yes, this was a product of my overactive imagination when I found out I was going to spend my entire summer with my own long time crush. DON’T JUDGE ME.


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omg i'm so glad i have post notifs on for you... i love all of the prompts! could i please have “I love you. So much. With every ounce of my being" with your mafia yoongi?

CHRISTMAS DRABBLE BONANZA < 001 >
⇢ MEMBER Min Yoongi (Suga)
⇢ AU Mafia

“Say that again.”

“I said what’re you wearing to the Christmas party?”

“When the fuck have we ever thrown a Christmas party? We’re the most wanted clan in the entire country. We organise drug trades and assassinations, and now… eggnog and Christmas tree decorations?”

“I guess so, yeah.”

“What happened? Did the boss man snort a little too much cocaine last night?”

“No, I think his girlfriend blew his brains out with a spectacular blow job or something. Remember his birthday?”

“Oh, Jesus. Don’t remind me. I still have nightmares about our boss smiling like that.”

“It wasn’t even an ‘I’m gonna shoot a bullet through your head now’ smile. It was a legitimate ‘I’m happy’ smile.”

“Fuck. I got chills all over again. I will never unsee that.”

“It’s even worse because we’re probably gonna see it again at the Christmas party.”

Fuck.”

“Yeah. Anyway. Do you know what you’re gonna wear?”

“I dunno. I might just wear that ugly ass sweater my sister bought me or whatever. ‘Tis the season and shit.”

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Punishment

“You’ve been hanging out with him a lot lately”. Jay whispered against my lips.

“We’re just friends”. I reassured him.

I met Jay around the same time I met Bobby. Though I was friends with both, I had an instant attraction to Jay. We flirted around a bit, testing out each other’s feelings before making a move. I often met up with Bobby for what I considered as a friendly lunch. At those times my mind was only filled with Jay, that I didn’t realize that Bobby had feelings for me. I tried to ignore them and continue on as friends, but I could tell he was pushing for more. Bobby’s pushing for more than friendship, pushed me to tell Jay my feelings for him. Thankfully, he felt the same. Though I was happy, I had to tell Bobby the news of me being in a relationship. He was hurt, but tried to hide it from me. I told him I understood if he no longer wanted to see me as a friend, but he refused. In Bobby’s words, my friendship was important to him.

In the time that Jay was gone for concerts and touring, I hung out with Bobby more. Even though Bobby was busy with his promotions as well, he still found time to grab lunch or a super late dinner. I…in a way was being selfish. I was lonely and missed my boyfriend, so I substituted Jay’s presence with Bobby’s companionship.

“You and I both know he doesn’t see you that way”. Jay’s hands grabbed my arms trying to remove them from around his shoulders.

“It doesn’t matter. I love you and only you. And the only dick I want to suck is yours”. I locked my fingers around his neck refusing to let go and licked his lips with the tip of my tongue.

“That’s ridiculous. How would you feel if some girl was flirting with me and I told you the only girl I want riding me is you”?

“It’s not the same”. I pouted sliding my hand down to rub the bulge that was swelling up in his sweats.

“It’s the exact same thing. That guy—“

“Bobby”. I interrupted.

“—that guy”, Jay growled, “flirts with you. And your response is, ‘The only dick I wanna suck is yours’”.

“Yeah”. My voice came out a breathy whisper as I imagined all the things he would do to me with his throbbing bulge.

“On your knees”. He commanded.

“Mh”?

“You said I’m the only dick you wanna suck, so get on your knees”.

“Yes”. I licked my lips the word ‘daddy’ danced on my tongue. I slowly dropped to my knees keeping eye contact with him. His breathing became unsteady in the anticipation of him in my mouth. I gripped the hem of his sweats and pulled them down watching his swollen member spring up in my face. A smile appeared on my face and I licked my lips ready for a taste. His swollen member throbbed in my hand as I stroked him up and down. I loved watching his expressions change with each touch. He hummed softly as I licked him from the base to his tip. He was the sexiest man ever. With that thought I just wanted to please him more.

My tongue swirled around his tip teasing him as to what was coming. I slowly took him in moaning in pleasure as my free hand found its way to my clit. I massaged myself while sucking on him slow and steady.

“Fuck”. He moaned while throwing his head back in pleasure. I held still while he began to thrust in my mouth, allowing him to set the pace he wanted. His hands gripped the back of my head grasping a chunk of hair. My moaning was louder sending vibrations to surround his hard member. “I’m gonna cum”. He moaned as his pace picked up. His throbbing member hit the back of my throat pulsing his warm liquid inside. He slowly removed him and steadied his breathing, while I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “What are you doing”? I pulled down my panties and bent over the couch.

“We’re not finished”. I rubbed my opening getting prepared for him to enter.

“No, we’re finished”.

“What”? I stood up facing him in disbelief.

“I’m gonna go write”.

“But—“

“Think of it as punishment”.

“What”? Jay’s door to his personal creative space closed. “You can’t just leave me like this”! Jay was never this cruel to not finish me off. I stormed into our room and laid on the bed. I could wait until he cooled off and try again, or I could just finish myself off. The second option sounded more pleasing, besides I haven’t pleased myself in a while. I kicked my panties off and slipped my hand under my dress. My mind was filled with nothing but Jay; his strong arms lifting me up against the wall while his hard member teased my entrance. “Yes”. I moaned as my free hand gripped my breast. Another memory came to mind of us in the shower, while he took me from behind gripping my hips while he rammed into me. “Oh my God”. My moans became louder.

“What the hel—“ My eyes met Jay’s as he entered our room.

“If you won’t finish me off, I have to do it myself”. My words came out breathy. He licked his lips watching me, fighting with himself to resist. I released another moan tempting him to join me. He removed his shirt and began to climb on the bed. “No”, I whispered placing my foot on his chest to keep a distance, “think of this as punishment. You get to watch, but you can’t touch”.

“Babe, that’s not fair”. He stood up at the foot of our bed, watching what he couldn’t have.

“Take it out”. I was now in control. He bit his lip while taking out his swollen member. “Oh, yeah”. I moaned as I curled my fingers inside. I watched Jay stroke himself while he watched me with hungry eyes. My fingers hit my spot and my eyes met his. “I’m gonna cum. Oh my God”. He stroked himself faster while watching me hit my peak. My breathing was still unsteady when I felt his weight on top of me.

“Fuck, I want you so bad”. He whispered against my neck before planting deep kisses on it. He rubbed his tip against my entrance preparing me for him. Jay’s lips met mine giving me a passionate kiss filled with his hunger. I broke our kiss as he entered me filling me up with his hard member. My hands slid down to his round ass gripping him as he slammed into me at a steady pace.

“Yes, Daddy, I want you to cum inside me”. His pace halted for a second and his grip on my hips tightened as he picked his speed up.

“Fuck”. He moaned against my neck. That warm feeling built up inside my core again, as his member pulsed inside me. Jay steadied his breathing as he kissed my neck. “I’ll let your ‘friendship’ slid this time. But you really need to set boundaries”.

“Yes, Daddy”.

“Don’t do that, you’re going to get me going again”. He groaned as a warning.

“Yes, Daddy”. I bit my lip teasing him this time.

“Am I going to have to spank you”?

“Do it”.