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Stay With Me (E2 Harrison Wells x Reader)

Request: Can you please write a work where in season two when E-2 Harrison was shot, it was the reader instead? She took the bullet for him?

Prompt: Reader takes a bullet for Harry.

Words:780

Warnings: Mentions of blood and reader gets shot

A/n: Happy Reading!

Originally posted by sssssssim

Originally posted by tonystahnk


“I don’t think we should give Barry the serum.” you cross your arms in annoyance at Harry’s arrogance at the moment.

“That is up to him, isn’t it? If he wants to stop Zoom, this is what he needs.” he places the serum liquid into the needle, his serious expression telling you he wasn’t going to change his mind.

“Jay said it could hurt Barry.” Caitlin says with concern laced in her voice.

“Well, Jay is a coward.” he spits back not even bothering to look up from the serum gun.

“Jay is a scientist who knows a lot about speedsters.” Caitlin defended her voice becoming more and more irritated by the second.

“You are scientists, Snow and y/l/n. You both know Barry is nowhere near as fast as he needs to be. This other Harrison Wells did not want him to reach his full potential, but I do.”

“You know, you are really starting to sound a lot like him.” Caitlin turns around and leaves the room, the frustration clear on her face. Once she is out sight you slowly walk up to Harry.

Originally posted by matt-daddaryo

“You know she is right, this is way too risky.” you say as calmly as possible. He takes a deep breath and nods. You reach for his hand and smiled when you notice the faint grin that appeared on his face.

“I know it is risky, but we really-”

“Put your hands in the air.” Startled by the voice you both turn around and see Patty walk in with her gun pointed at Wells.

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Put a Ring on It

Harry Styles-One Shot

A/N: I think I broke my own heart writing this. Let me know what you think! xx

You watched the happy couple twirl around on the dance floor, both of them sporting big, goofy grins on their faces, clearly hopelessly in love.

“Ugh,” You groan quietly to yourself, feeling a pang of jealousy in your chest. You were incredibly happy for the newlyweds, Louis deserved to be happy and his lovely wife was just what he needed to be his best self, but the couple had only been together for a few short years.

You cried when Harry came home and that day and announced that his best friend had popped the question, but they anything but happy tears, even though that’s what you’d told your very concerned boyfriend. Truth be told, they were big, ugly jealous tears rolling down your cheeks, but you’d never admit it.

You know it’s childish to think this way, and you know that Harry doesn’t ‘believe’ in marriage, but after eight years of serious dating, a part of you can’t help but hope that he liked it enough to finally put a ring on it.

“Hey, Angel,” A deep voice purrs into your ear, making a smile appear on your face, “You look dead on your feet, you ready to head up to our room?”

“Yeah,” You nod, turning your head to him and leaving a kiss on his stubbly chin, “I can’t wait to get this dress off so I can breathe again.”

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Confessions of a Curly Secret Santa

Harry Styles - One Shot

A/N: Here’s my Harry Holiday Special!! Feedback is appreciated! xx

“You have to tell him,” Your blond haired best friend insists, frowning deeply when you shake your head ‘no’, “Yes, you do. If you don’t tell him now, he’s gonna find someone else and you’re just gonna be friendzoned and heartbroken, again.”

“I can’t,” You moan, banging your forehead against the table in frustration, “What if he doesn’t feel the same way? I’ll fuck everything up by telling him about my feelings.”

“Babe, I love you, but shut the hell up,” He scoffs, poking your head until you look back at him, “He’d be totally insane not to feel the same way, he’s in the music room alone right now, go talk to him.”

“I am way too sober to have that conversation with him now,” You exclaim wide eyed and slightly frantic, “I’ll wait after the party tonight or something, when I get some liquid courage in me.”

“Fine,” Niall agrees, a determined look taking over his face, “But if you don’t tell him tonight, I’m telling Liam you were the one that scratched his car door and not some random stranger.”

“You wouldn’t,” You gasp, your eyes widening at the thought, “I thought you were my friend.”

“I am, that’s why I’m making you do this, love,” He smiles, rubbing your back affectionately.

                                                         ***

You’re standing in a secluded corner of the living room watching people partaking in drunk karaoke when harry swaggers his way across the crowd to lean against the wall next to you, “Hey, love, you look lovely,” He compliments, his eyes giving you a once over, a crooked grin taking over his face as he notices the blush on your cheek.

“Thanks, H,” You smile, your eyes involuntarily checking out his exposed chest, “You don’t look so bad yourself,” You offer him, almost rolling your eyes at the biggest understatement ever, he looks so much better than what you let on. He looks like some kind of God, walking around with overflowing confidence in his tight black jeans and unbuttoned white shirt.

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Translation: Da Vinci - Totsuka Shota #16 - About Yabu Kota


Totsuka Shota (A.B.C-z) has his own essay column in the literary magazine “Da Vinci” and for January’s issue, he dedicated his entire essay to the relationship he and Yabu holds. He is rather good with words and I tried my best to follow his style closely so I hope it turned out fine! 

This is very sweet and touching and I hope even non A.B.C-z fans can spend time to read it :)
or if you always say jump has a close relationship, please read this too thank you!


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FIC TITLE: Inkstained 
FIC TYPE: One Shot
A/N: This is not a new piece of writing – it’s one that I found in my drafts that I didn’t really like enough to publish at the time, but I edited some parts of it and added a new ending and figured that I should give you guys something during my hiatus!! So here you go!! It’s definitely different from my usual stuff. Regular is Camila, italics is Lauren. 

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Drunken Mistake

Harry Styles-One Shot

A/N: Another one that was chilling in my drafts. Let me know what you think. xx

The vibrating of your phone on the bedside table is what stirs you awake, possibly taking you away from the best sleep you have ever had. Grumbling, you slam your hand on the table, blindly fumbling around until you grab your now silent phone.

Squinting as the bright light hits your face, you bring the phone closer in attempt to see who was calling, but you’re quickly distracted when the light from the screen illuminates the bed sheets, the red bed sheets.

You’re no doubt hungover, but you’re not stupid, you don’t own red sheets. Confused, you throw your phone back on the bedside table, only now realizing the foreign objects scattered on top of it.

“Shit,” You mutter, slowly turning around to sneak a peek at whoever’s bed you were in, “Holy shit,” You mutter again, coming face to face with a heavily tattooed chest and a head full of messy brown curls.

“Hey,” You say loud enough for him to hear you, poking his shoulder with the tip of your finger when all he does is grumble and nestle deeper under the covers, “Hey, wake up,” You demand, opting for a shove this time.

“It’s too early,” He mumbles sleepily, swatting your hand away and burying his face in his pillow, “Go back to sleep.”

“I said, wake up,” You growl, smacking his chest with your pillow as a feeling of pure panic overtakes you, “Get up! Get up! Get. Up.” You chant, each word accompanied by a whack to his chest with the pillow.

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Not long ago I saw that one of my recent followers is @aftersight who I used to admire, them and their artwork, back in the PMD-E days on dA. I loved their shota cute style as well as colouring *_____* Of course I then grew out of PMD-E and stuff but I think I still watch them on dA (I’m not active over there so yeah) and I still remember team LNS (Loli N’ Shota) with Nir and Nel in it >w<b

So yeah, they were one of my inspirations when I was 14 years old and still trying to figure out my own style. I drew a quick doodle of Nel (sorry if it’s messy it was really quick) as a thank you ;D  It’s because I felt inspired that I kept on drawing so yeah, thank you UvU 

Your art is still awesome as always! Hope you like it<3

The Adorable Stranger: Peter Parker One Shot

The Adorable Stranger: Peter Parker One Shot

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this for my creative writing class so I hope you guys like it too. Let me know if you ever have any requests! Thanks for reading! As always I made it gender neutral so let me know if I accidentally let it slip because I always have to edit it from my class version to a tumblr version :) Let me know if you want to be tagged in my writing.

Warnings: embarrassment (cute though), baseball, extreme fluff

Originally posted by jlbwedding

(not my gif and also this is what the setting looks like in the story)

As you began to leave, your foot was tapped, causing you to briskly turn around. Laying in the grass beside your shoe you found a well-worn baseball, its red stitching loose along the lines of thread. Bending down, you picked up the quizzical object, examining it as if you could determine the purpose it held. You were awaken from your thoughtful daze by the sound of footsteps running frantically in your direction. When you turned your head, you were met with the sight of a disheveled, slightly panicked boy who appeared to be around your age running your way. Even from this far you could already tell he was pretty cute. Blushing, you turned to face him, but looked back down at the ball in your hands. You didn’t have to be looking up to see the boy come to a stop in front of you, oddly not out of breath from the long run. The person in front of you cleared his throat, drawing your attention, your eyes coming to meet his. They were a soft, dark brown that reminded you of the hot cocoa you had that morning. Breaking your gaze into his melting orbs, you took the time to memorize his face. His skin was a beautiful pale, not sickly, but natural with the occasional freckle on the white plains that were his cheeks. You continued to admire the boy in front of you until you observed a pink pigment overtake his cheeks, making you realize that you had been staring. Quickly looking down as if to erase the embarrassing act that already occurred, but you knew it was too late.

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Wildfire

Harry Styles- One Shot

A/N: I know this isn’t a request, but I got really inspired after listening to this song. 

Hey, love, it’s me… Harry. I know you probably don’t want anything to do with me anymore, but please call me back, or answer when I call. I fucked up; I’m so sorry, baby, please. I regret leaving, I need you, I love you, so much, please talk to me.

You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve listened to his voicemail by this point, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to delete it, or to return his call. Almost two months ago, Harry came home to your shared apartment and broke your heart, giving you a bullshit story about how he needed to go out and ‘find himself’ and that the only way he could do that was to be alone for awhile so that he could ‘explore his options’. In other words, he wanted to go out and fuck whoever he wanted without you being there to stop him.

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There's So Much Beauty In a Storm

Series: Fairy Tail
Main pairing: Nalu
Genre: Romance
Setting: stormy weather means fluffy weather!
Rating: T
Type: one-shot

A/N: It’s raining at my house right now, and watching the storm gave me a surge of inspiration. So I naturally decided to write nalu fluff.


Lucy watched the hail fall into the grass from the sliding glass door. It looked the same as the crickets that she would try and catch during the summertime out in the garden when she was younger; they would pop out of the grass for a moment, only to slip through her fingers and disappear again.

She seemed to shrink in the doorway she stood in, wrapping her blanket tighter around her shoulders as a shield. She looked up just in time to see a bolt of lightning rip open the sky, flinching as thunder followed, roaring triumphantly as it dumped another bout of hail onto the world below. Not a minute passed before another bolt of lightning crashed through the clouds, illuminating the space around her.

It seemed someone was determined to break the sky tonight.

She gently placed one hand on the glass in front of her, and let her forehead fall forward to rest next to her fingers. Closing her eyes, she could feel the hail hit the glass like rocks, and she listened to the wind and rain howl against the house. It seemed angry there was something standing in its way, and it fought to tear the brick and mortar from its foundation.

Another round of lightning – this time even closer. Thunder followed a second later, like a gunshot ringing through the night. Lucy jumped, stumbling back and away from the doorway. She’d never been scared of the weather, but she’d never experienced a storm like this before, either. She pulled her blanket even tighter, tucking it under her arms as she made her way to the kitchen, putting water in her tea kettle and setting it on the stove.

She heard the front door open and turned quickly towards the sound, nearly falling off the stool she had just ascended to grab her favorite box of tea from the back of the cupboard. Lucy yelped as she juggled the box, her blanket, and her feet, and panicked as she felt gravity pull her towards the ground.

But instead of the floor she was expecting, she was received by two strong arms. Holding her bridal style, they pulled her towards a warm chest, and pink hair nuzzled her cheek as she felt a pair of lips place a small kiss on her neck. She laughed – in both humor and relief – and wrapped her arms around the broad shoulders that supported her.

“Welcome home, Natsu.”

The man pulled her closer, pressing his forehead to hers and smiling down at her.

“Hiya, Luce.”

She laughed again and pushed him away half-heartedly, complaining about how wet he was from the rain outside. He responded by shaking his hair out and rubbing his cheek against her own, transferring some of the water to her.

Lucy squealed, kicking her legs and flailing as Natsu struggled to keep ahold of her. He only laughed, carrying her to the couch and dropping her there. She smiled and pulled him down on top of her, wrapping her blanket around the both of them. Sliding her hands up his chest and to his cheeks, she tilted her head up to meet his lips with her own. He pulled her closer, deepening their kiss and wrapping his arm around her neck, running his fingers through her hair. She let out a sound of satisfaction, and she felt him smile against her lips. She pulled the blanket over their heads as another bolt of lightning tore through the clouds.

Not even the sky breaking open could separate them now.

I’m sorry but I fell in love tonight

Originally posted by letslovefully

Harry Styles - One Shot

A/N: In case you guys couldn’t tell, this was based on Halsey’s song ‘Is There Somewhere?’ Hope you guys like it! x

You twirl around the darkly lit hotel room, just intoxicated enough not be bothered with how ridiculous you must look, clad only of holey socks and Harry’s discarded button up shirt.

“Come dance with me,” You beckon him, halting your dancing to lean over the foot of the bed, poking his bare feet to try and get him up from his comfortable spot, but he doesn’t budge, he simply shakes his head a small smirk forming on his lips, “Harry, c’mon,” You pout, bending further to give him a clearer view of your naked chest under his unbuttoned shirt.

“Your womanly wiles won’t get me up, baby,” He smirks, his wandering gaze contradicting his confident claim.

“Our earlier activities suggest otherwise, Mr. Styles,” You cock an eyebrow, daring him to try and argue with you, “Now c’mon, up,” You order, reaching for his hands and coaxing him off the bed.

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Assumption Is The Mother of All Screw Ups

Calum Hood- One Shot

A/N: If you guys want a part two just let me know.


Five more minutes, you told yourself as your feet pounded the asphalt and your breathing struggled to stay even, five more minutes and then you get to go home and binge watch Netflix for the rest of the day. Running was a relatively new thing for you; you were more of a stay at home and pretend to exercise to workout videos kinda girl. For the better part of your life the only kind of exercise you got was walking from your couch to the fridge and then back again, but all of that changed around six months ago when your apartment complex got a new tenant. He was tall, dark, handsome, and incredibly out of your league, but instead of sitting around and wallowing in self hatred, you actually decided to do something about it. You weren’t exactly what people would call overweight, but you were still extremely self conscious of your body just as many other people are in this fucked up society. So here you are six months later with a few pounds lighter and a killer self-esteem, well maybe not killer self-esteem, but you were getting there.

Finally arriving at the front of your building after your tiring run, you slow your stride attempting to catch your breath before undertaking the five flights of stairs waiting for you once you enter.

“Hey, babe,” You hear an all too familiar voice coming up the sidewalk behind you, “Have a good run?”

“Hey, Calum,” You call back still slightly out of breath, “I think I might be dying,” You joke, waiting for him to catch up with you before entering your building.

“You can’t die,” He mock pouts, letting you pass him on the stairs, “I’d miss your pretty face too much.”

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When We Were Young

Calum Hood - One Shot

A/N: So this is very loosely based on the Adele song, let me know what you think please! :) xx

Masterlist

 You knew he was here the moment you walked through the door. No, you didn’t feel his presence nor was your body pulled towards him, no. This is real life, not some kind of cheesy romance film, you knew he was here because of the sparkle of excitement shining in each guests’ eyes, a sparkle which can only be caused by the presence of a celebrity. Ugh! You hated that word, but that’s what he was now, a celebrity. Honestly though, his presence always had that effect on people, even before he got famous. Nobody was immune to it, not even you.

It’s been years since you’ve seen each other and your stomach is in knots just thinking about hearing his voice again. Instead of running to him immediately like every other guest here, you stay away. It’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do, but you stay strong with a little help from your drink you just ordered from the open bar.

“Did you go to our school?” A slightly slurry voice asks from behind you, effectively snapping you back to reality, “‘cause I don’t remember going to school with someone so beautiful.”

Rolling your eyes at his pathetic attempt at a pick up like, you take another sip of your drink before turning to face him, “Your Marcus Jensen, member of the wrestling team,” You inform him, almost scoffing when a beaming smile forms on his lips, obviously happy that you seem to remember him, “You slapped my ass once at a party and my boyfriend broke your nose,” You deliver in a sickly sweet voice, smirking as realization dawns on him.

“Holy shit! You’re Hood’s girl!” He exclaims way too loudly for your comfort, his hands coming up to rub the edge of his nose subconsciously as if he’s reliving that night so many years ago, “I didn’t recognize you with that hair,” He says, nodding towards your freshly dyed locks, “You’re still hot though,” He adds with a smirk.

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Sober

Calum Hood - One shot

A/N: This was sorta inspired by Selena Gomez’s new song of the same name. If you haven’t heard her new album, what the hell are you doing with your life?!

“God, I’ve been waiting all week for this,” He breathes against your neck, leaving sloppy kisses on your skin, “We should start doing this twice a week, babe.”

“Hmm,” You moan, unable to form a coherent sentence when his lips are on yours, “Cal, bed, now.”

“Already,” He chuckles, his alcohol tainted breath fanning your face, “Don’t you want to try it against the wall this time?”

“I don’t think your drunken ass can handle that, Hood,” You sass, secretly wishing that for once he would be touching you while he was sober.

Not bothering to argue, he presses his lips to yours, bringing your body impossibly closer to is, “You win, baby, bed it is.”

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