the color of your bruised eyes

anonymous asked:

Could you do some Phil deepthroating Dan for the first time and Dan starts crying because he's afraid he's choking with Phil coming down his throat because of how much Dan's hiccuping? Honestly, I'd give my life for this shit.

“Pleaseee?” Dan whined, pouting and rocking where he sat cross legged on Phil’s bed.

“Dan, I don’t think that’s-”

Dan interrupted him by pouncing on him, pinning him and pushing him backwards on the bed. “Do you not want me or something…?”

Phil could feel his face flush, but he rolled his eyes at his hyper boyfriend.

“I do, Dan, of course I do but I-”

“Then what’s the problem!” Dan trailed his fingers down Phil’s stomach, placing a messy kiss on his jaw. “Don’t you want my mouth on your cock?” He asked, softly.

Phil sucked in a sharp breath. “Baby-” he choked. “I do, I really really do, but I… I tend to get a bit… excited.”

Dan smirked, playing with Phil’s button teasingly, straddling his hips.

“Well good, that’s the point.”

Phil took a shaky breath, allowing Dan to unbutton his jeans and begin to push them down his hips, revealing the clear tent in his boxers from all this. Dan grinned wickedly.

Dan had been trying to get this from Phil for ages, and now that they were finally alone together, in Phil’s room, he was gonna pin him down. No escaping this time.

Dan was a giant cockslut, and Phil’s dick was… fuck.

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” Phil whined breathily, playing with Dan’s hair as he slid down Phil’s stomach.

“You won’t.” Dan frowned. “How would you hurt me?”

Phil swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and bit his lip. “I told you, I get a bit excited…”

Dan crawled back up the bed, pressing his nose to Phil’s. “Choke me,” he whispered. “Fuck my throat, don’t care. Wanna get you off.”

Phil let a shuddery gasp fall from his lips, and he nodded, no words coming to mind.

“Tap my hip twice if you want to stop,” he finally muttered, and now Dan nodded.

He went back down, brushing his hands down Phil’s stomach and making him shiver. Dan’s lip quivered with anticipation.

He slowly rubbed at the head of the bulge in Phil’s boxers, looking up to watch his reaction. He didn’t regret it when Phil groaned, a soft, strangled noise, gripping Dan’s hair tightly.

Dan grinned, dipping down to kiss his tip; mouthing him slowly and teasingly.

Light huffs of frustration and arousal were leaving Phil’s mouth in bursts, and he squirmed under Dan’s touch. It felt nice to have him be the one like this; it was usually Dan whimpering at the slightest touch from the older.

“Dan,” Phil whined, tugging at his hair, and Dan nodded.

He tugged at the waistband of the older boy’s boxers, pulling them off over his erection. As soon as they were past his knees, Dan went to work. He took Phil’s head into his mouth, swirling his tongue and flicking over the tip like he had practiced so many times for this exact moment.

Phil moaned loudly, throwing his head back, shifting his legs.

Dan couldn’t help himself anymore; he sunk down on his cock, his mouth enveloping Phil’s shaft and taking it to the hilt. He only lasted a few seconds before he was pulling back, sputtering and gasping for breath.

Phil gasped sharply, tugging on Dan’s hair and pulling him back down, desperate for more. Dan obliged, swallowing around his cock and licking everywhere he could reach.

“Fuck, Dan,” Phil cursed, his voice strained and broken, and Dan’s dick twitched in his jeans. He moaned around Phil, and Phil instinctively bucked his hips.

Dan choked, a muffled gagging noise humming against Phil’s cock as it hit the back of his throat. He could feel his face going red, but fuck this was hot, and Phil was clearly enjoying it.

Dan blinked up at him, rutting slightly against the bed, watching Phil grip the sheets beneath him.

“D-Dan, n-need-”

Dan pulled off with a pop, his eyes glinting.

“Fuck my mouth.”

Before Phil could respond Dan flipped them, so Phil was hovering over his face, and Dan sucked on his tip.

Phil groaned, his thighs shaking, but he hesitated. “Dan, I’ll hurt you.”

“I don’t care,” Dan breathed, trying to pull Phil’s hips down. “I’ll be fine. I’ll stop you if I need it. Two taps, remember?”

Phil pressed his lips together, and slowly nodded, shifting his hips so his cock was perfectly over Dan’s mouth.

Phil thrust slowly at first, not reaching the back of Dan’s throat, and Dan responded eagerly; licking and sucking at every part of him he could reach. Phil trembled with need, and finally gave in, snapping his hips.

Dan gagged, a wet, whiny noise that made Phil groan and do it again.

Dan gripped Phil’s hips, digging his nails into the flesh as Phil thrust again and again. He could feel his face going very red, and his breathing was ragged and short, getting hardly any time to get the oxygen he needed.

But still, he was insanely aroused by the fact that Phil was using him like this, using his mouth as a toy. Just something to get him off.

Dan whimpered around Phil’s shaft, his lips stretched to the maximum. He felt tears being squeezed out of his eyes, and he couldn’t breathe, but he would never make Phil stop. He was making such delicious noises from above him, fucking into Dan’s mouth greedily, gripping the pillow at his head.

Dan gagged wetly, barely aware of the tears now streaming down his face. His mind was fuzzy, all of his senses focused on Phil. He clawed at Phil’s hips desperately, rutting his hips against nothing. He squeezed his eyes shut, choking, and he hiccuped.

Phil groaned, snapping his hips hard, and Dan whimpered, hiccuping again.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” Phil cursed breathlessly. “Holy shit, Dan, baby, so good.”

Dan hummed, hiccuping a third time and making a noise that sounded like a suction cup. Now he couldn’t stop hiccuping, squirming under Phil, choked sobs emerging, conflicted between escaping the thing blocking his air and leaning into it.

Without warning Phil came down his throat, pulling back to finish on his lips. Dan gratefully licked it up, gasping for breath, his face regaining color.

“Shit,” Phil cursed again, sitting up and reaching forward to touch Dan’s face, drawing his thumb over his bottom lip. “Are you okay? Shit, you’re gonna have bruises on your lips, god I’m so sorry-”

“Phil,” Dan interrupted, his voice raspy and quiet. Phil’s eyes widened. “It’s fine. I asked for it. I’m…” he smiled sleepily. “I’m glad that now everyone can see I’m yours.” He was stifled by a yawn, blinking at his boyfriend.

“Alright baby,” Phil whispered, still somewhat concerned. “I’m guessing you’re staying the night…?”

Dan didn’t answer, falling backwards on his bed, falling asleep immediately.

It Takes An Accident- Pietro x Reader

Authors notes: I have never done a Soulmate AU so I hope this is okay. Thanks for the request Anon. Also, I dished this out this morning and did not read it over and over like I usually do to edit fics so, sorry for any mistakes. Also, also, I don’t do science so I hope the number thing makes sense.

Prompt: I have a request (no rush) if you write Pietro could you write a soulmate mark one? Pietro or reader has their mark in a hard to see place so one doesn’t what to look for, but the other has it on a visible spot. .. Am I making sense I’m not sure XD

 Notes/Warnings: I cant really think of anything but maybe adrenaline rush, flying, falling, crashing.

Originally posted by heartstacey

 You hate it.

 Its dark and it hurt when it burned into your skin. On the plus side, its on the the back of your hip so, no one can see the deep red numbers that sat raised slightly above the rest of your skin. They looked like scars, lifted with a slight shine to them. The thing that bothered you about all this soulmate nonsense was the fast that it was so unclear.

 For some people their numbers were a date, for some a location, and others, a time. Then, there were the extremely rare ones who got letters, initials or even an actual name. You however were stuck with numbers, so there was no way of knowing what yours meant.

 The number was too short to be a date or location. So, what did 894 mean? Screw it, you didn’t care. With your luck, you probably wouldn’t even meet your soulmate, it’s known to happen to some people.

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poems for the signs

The fire and blood of a dragon runs through your veins,
and it takes only but a spark to light your fuse
Your soul is an inferno, that wanders through the night, 
wailing like a lonesome wolf.
You are a force to be reckoned with,
with your tempting, but destructive beauty.
You have the ability to scorch even Earth itself,
with just one single glance.
You, my dear, are built out of gold,
one of the most rarest and beautiful things to find in life.
Never lose your flame, for you will lose nothing but yourself.”

You have flowers blooming through your soul,
even in the most darkest and hidden parts of you.
You illuminate a brightness, brighter than the sun,
with your silent radiance.
People are memorized by the power behind your voice,
as the honeyed taste of spilling love falls from your lips.
You are nature itself, grounded and tough,
but pleasuring and lush, like the trees around you.
You are the healer, kissing people’s wounds,
with your undying love.
For you are hard-headed, but not hard-hearted.”

You are the unusual, the chameleon soul,
changing your colors, due to your inner indecisiveness,
that is as wide as the ocean.
Your eyes are like stained glass windows,
holding many colors that represent the wide range of emotions that you hold.
You are the soft skin your lover craves to caress,
the skin that smells of lilac and sunflowers.
Your deception is playful and freeing,
for you are a sharp-tongued lover.
Darling, you are a safe haven, a home,
and anyone who dares to entangle their soul with yours,
will be changed forever.”

You are the nurturer at heart, 
the one that keeps lovers safe in soft silks.
Your soul is bathed in moonlight,
while your tears ripple in the crystal oceans of your collar bones.
The blue-dark belongs solely to you,
and your soft hands part the dark,
letting the light shine through for everyone to be entranced by you.
With beauty as dangerous as a knife,
and love like a double-edged blade,
You are the moon, the keeper of night.”

You are the vibrant goddess of the day, 
with skin as gold as the sun, 
bringing hope to the sunrise. 
Unconditional love brews inside of your photosynthetic heart,
with the ability to keep people alive with a burning desire.
You are sharp-tongued and made of broken glass and honesty,
which is to be admired throughout your life.
There are heartbeats in your eyes that shine so brightly,
you are to be mistaken for the sun itself. 
You are so much more than all of your sins and mistakes,
and all of the tears that stain your radiant eyes,
will soon turn to gems.”

You, my love, are a flower born in the heart of a drought.
Your skin is made of lace and silk, for you are fragile thing,
to be handled with love and care. 
But deep in that pure soul of yours,
lays ardent thoughts and dangerous beauty.
The scars across your heart shall fade like a distant storm,
for you are a soul seeker, a searcher, most importantly, a human.
You are a gentle nymph, singing lovers into a trance,
for you are as lovely and ethical,
as  a faery song.”

For you are a bed of roses, 
with your crimson petal lips and china doll cheeks.
Sometimes you are as bright as the day,
Sometimes you are as dark and mysterious as the night,
you keep people on their toes, waiting for your next move.
You are beauty, in the way that humans so rarely are,
warm and starry eyed,
for you truly are the child of Venus.
You love with the strength of a storm,
but with the kindness of a child.
Darling. you are the oxygen that everyone needs.”

Silver raindrops drip from your lips like stars in the sky,
with hips like a hurricane and a soul to match. 
You are the body electric, the midnight dancer,
with passion that is to not be confused with arrogance. 
You are a supernova, the explosive rebirth,
with a smile that crafts magic.
So many layers and colors you hide, 
contained in your electric heart.
You seep poison into the veins of those who hurt your loved ones,
for your undying passion and love knows no bounds.”

You laugh and smile in sunbeams,
for you are ready to burn through the darkness of the night.
Your everlasting light is buried in the softness of love,
but the untamed dark lingers through your soul.
You, yourself, are a religion, a dreamer,
but as dark and deep as the midnight ocean.
You are so in touch with the earth all around you,
for you have stars in your eyes and moon dust in your hair.
You are a warrior, a light, a fire.”


You, my love, are the definition of inner strength. 
Beyond the hunger of your golden dreams,
a softness remains.
Your soul is a work of art, so bold and unique,
everyone wants a part of you.
tease, touch and dark,
love is something special, and you treat it like gold.
There are sparkles in your doe eyes,
and your touch entrances people,
with the undying mystery and ferocity in every stroke of your love.”

You are made of nocturnal oracles and burning stars,
the brightest stars from all the heavens.
Your brilliant mind is as wide and colorful as the aurora borealis,
and oh, what I’d do to get lost in it for eternity.
Your heart bleeds in water colors, 
for you are the ocean itself,
keeper of the lively tides.
The bruises that paint across you skin are like galaxies,
for you are fully made of star dust.”

You are the galaxy in the skin of a human, the owner of the sky.
Your bruised mouth speaks an intoxicating type of love,
for you are a sweetheart, a seductress.
Your starving soul is desperate to wrap around another,
for you find beauty in the broken. 
Your mystical and rose colored aurora draws admirers in,
for you, yourself are the unknown.
Darling, you leave a trail of stars wherever you go,
for you a wanderess of the night.” 

Fighter || Min Yoongi

Originally posted by sugagifs

Word Count: 1.6k

Genre: Angst

As the lights flashed you cheered loudly. You could feel the adrenaline running through your blood stream, flooding into every inch of your body, causing you to scream as loud as you possibly could. You jumped up from you seat and threw your hands up into the air making it clear how happy you were. Cameras flashed and the crowd became a mix of cheers and yells, some boos mixed in with the celebration.

The referee lifted Yoongi’s arm into the air signalling he had one the match and the first thing he did was find you. Your eyes locked with his, and seeing the bruises and cuts and blood scattered all over him you couldn’t help it as tears came to your eyes. You tried to fight them back, but they wouldn’t go away. His gloved hand motioned for you and within seconds you were up and running into the ring, throwing your arms around him.

The crowd seemed to cheer more as you hugged your boyfriend causing you to hold him tighter. The referee let go of his hand, letting him wrap both of his arms around you. The arena started to clear out and you followed Yoongi into the locker room where his things were. The on call paramedics came over immediately to check on Yoongi and you let them check up on him, as they could definitely do better than you.

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Quit Beating Me Up!

Request: Hi! Can I request a Peter Parker imagine with the prompts “Stay Awake” and “Quit beating me up?” (I know those two imply that it will end sad, but can you make it not sad but instead just fluffy?) Thank you so much!!!!!!!! I love your writing!

Summary: Peter’s jet lag from flying home from Germany is keeping him up, and ultimately you too. 

Originally posted by smilexcaptainx

Nothing beats the comfort of your own bed, especially after a long, exhausting day on your feet which you just had. As soon as your head hit the pillow, you couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer, even when you heard your window open and shut. 

Peter, having just returned home from Germany, and giddy with excitement and anticipation to tell you about his over seas mission, just couldn’t wait till morning to see you. So here he was standing over your sleeping figure, facing away from him, nearly jumping up and down, trying to figure out a way to wake you up that wouldn’t get him punched in the face.

You could hear what was happening in your bedroom, but only thought of it as a dream in your drowsy daze. You felt a cold hand clutch your shoulder gently, “Y/n, Y/n wake up,” you groaned in response, “Please. C’mon I have so much to tell youuu,” 

Hearing Peter’s voice pulled you out of your slumber. Agitated now that you know Peter’s in your room, you swatted the hand away, and pulled the covers over your head, curling into a ball.

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Aches and Pains

Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: mention of sleeplessness, fluff, ALL OF THE SMUT.

A/N: Titles are not one of my strengths. Anyway, and this was an Anon request that I got a few days ago. I hope it’s okay… Enjoy?

Anon Request – “hello love! i absolutely adore your writing and i wish i had the kind of motivation you do. but i don’t, so i have a request! do you think you could do one about human!cas being tense and sore and having issues sleeping so the reader (who’s like secretly in love with him) offers to give him a massage and some tips on how to get to sleep better??? maybe throw in some smut (teaching him to jerk it??? idk whatever you like) you don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable. thanks doll

The moans and groans coming from the other side of the wall made your stomach sink. For the last three weeks, you knew Cas had been having trouble sleeping, but tonight was the worst so far. You had just ended a big hunt, Cas’s first as a human. He as having a hard time accepting the fact that he wasn’t some tough, invincible Angel of the Lord anymore. And worse, he needed to sleep, which meant nightmares.

You turned over in bed as you tried to drown out the former angel’s cries. But it was no use, he was miserable, and you needed to help him. You loved him, and you couldn’t leave him like this.

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day 1: i cried so hard my mom woke up every hour to make sure i was still breathing; she told me it was like i was a newborn in his crib for the very first time.
day 2: i went to school and cried in the counselors office.
day 3: i believed we were okay and our love was cured, i think my mind was playing a sick joke on me.
day 4: i told you i’d wait for you, you replied with “i don’t want you to wait”
day 5: i came across a picture of you on tumblr. It lit my throat on fire so i tried lighting your letters over the fire… it was to hard.
day 6: happy one month: you loved me so much you couldn’t even make it a month with me
sincerely - the love you don’t deserve.
day 7: you left me broken into pieces on the bathroom floor, someone is picking up your dirty work, something you’ve never been able to do even before.
day 8: your voice still echoes in the wind and although your touch never got the chance to bruise my skin, your voice overpowered my soul. i’m no longer bleeding on the bathroom floor though i am in the room where you once called me yours.
day 9: im finally laughing with someone new and my smile is bigger and brighter than ever.
day 10: the doubt makes my spine feel less like a vertebrae and more like a giant icicle (you never loved me)
day 11: Since when was heartbreak so fucking beautiful to you? Since when was lying fun? Since when was i not enough for you?
There is nothing pretty about losing feelings in my knuckles after squeezing my hands so tight to keep from texting you
day 12: i was never able to squeeze them tight enough; i never would have imagined that it would be so easy for you to let go.
day 13: i no longer think about you constantly, my heart no longer beats for you, my mom no longer checks to see if i’m alive. I’m moving on like i said i would
day 14: i smoked weed with a girl in the front seat of her car and she asked questions i couldn’t get myself to even answer
day 15: i found out you had finally replaced me and it flicked at my bruises i gave myself but somehow i still didn’t break.
day 16: i still find excuses to text you; you still find reasons to ignore them.
day 17: what color are your eyes? what does your smile look like? what does your voice sound like? who are you now?
day 18: i was worth it. i was so fucking worse it. You don’t deserve the love i had to offer. Fuck you i was worth it
day 19: sometimes all i feel in my chest is my heart trying to escape from its cage it’s being held in; i think it’s tired of all the tears i’ve shed because of you
day 20: i was finally able to sleep right; your voice no longer keeps me awake late at night. You no longer overpower my brain.
day 21: someone told me it took 21 days to break a habit. It has been 21 days since you decided to leave me for her. Within them 21 days, i’ve realized you never deserved me, i was worth it and that life is so much better without you. i’ve realized i don’t need you to be alive.
—  21 days without you

Title: Teeny Bopper Date Bait (Reader x Peter Parker)

Summary: The reader and Peter are used for observation purposes on a fake date, one that Natasha and Tony secretly hope will become real.

Word Count: 1964

A/N: This request was so much fun + I tried to make it a little different and i really like it. I hope you enjoy! 

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Yellow Healing- A Sirius Black Imagine

A/N: This is another requested imagine that at first I didn’t honestly know how to interpret. I’m never written anything about abuse, and I didn’t know how explicit to be as it can be awfully rough. So, I hope you guys don’t mind my take on it. It is kind of a bit of a different writing style and I think I actually really like it. Let me know what y’all think of it! Hope you enjoy, my lovelies! 

Request from Anon:  okay I asked cause I was thinking about reader x sirius where reader is really good friends with the marauders and being generally a very bubbly person (which is why sirius likes her so much) but one summer when she goes home she suffers abuse and go back to hogwarts with some bruises and a much sadder personality and all the marauders try to find out what’s happening and are the biggest sweethearts also reader and sirius bond over having suffered family abuse?

Originally posted by the-jamwich

At first, red.

The color of your stinging skin after it happened. The stains on the towels as you tried not to make a mess of the bathroom floor. Your bloodshot eyes after hours of crying yourself to sleep.

She didn’t mean to do it. You justified this as a slip of her hand, a rush of her temper before she could compose herself. It was the first time it happened, and you quickly dismissed it as being an outlying incident. Muggle violence was most definitely not a pureblood way, and it surely would not be repeated.

Red stayed for a week or so, only vaguely leaving a small form of itself as a scar on your skin where it stung and ran outside your body days prior.

Then, blue.

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All of Me

Characters: CastielXReader

Word Count: 875

A/N: 1st Cas-iversary Celebration drabble request by @ire-art-blog – “I was thinking of a drabble it can be smutty or nah but a castiel x reader where the reader has tattoos or even kinda goth.” Did you read my mind? Cause I’ve had a wing tattoo idea fluttering about my skull (and inspiration pics cluttering my desktop) for weeks! It’s pure fluff.

Bending over the sink to spit minty toothpaste, you paused to observe the foamy green fluoride swirl about the marble basin and sink into oblivion. The agreeable calming color was a stark contrast to the alarming red currents of dried blood leftover from a messy hunt you’d rinsed from your battered and bruised body in the shower only minutes ago. Washing the unpleasant thought away, you splashed a few handfuls of refreshingly cool water to your pale cheeks. Momentarily blinded by the beading of water upon your eyelashes, you groped along the counter for a towel, finding and pressing the soft white cotton to your face and eyes and inhaling deeply of the crisp clean scent of detergent.

“Hello Y/N,” Castiel’s husky voice resonated off the shiny tiled walls of the bathroom.

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zodiac aesthetics

{{you can also use your rising sign!}}

aries: red lips, lava, bicycling, jean jackets, combat boots, sunglasses, fireworks, concerts

taurus: oversized knitted sweaters, tiny houseplants, cafes, forests, candles, cozy homes, tea and dessert

gemini: writing notes on your arm, tattoos, chokers, colored hair, crop tops, pins on your backpack, piercings, polariods

cancer: lockets, the moon, the ocean, rainy windshields, glitter, flower crowns, ferris wheels, white fences, swirled ice cream

leo: red hair and freckles, fire, bloody knuckles, denim shorts, fireflies, oversized sweaters, lattes, aviators, leather jackets

virgo: collared dresses, coffee and books, vinyl records, typewriters, umbrellas, silk sheets, dandelions, rolled up pants

libra: blowing bubbles, bubblegum, cotton candy, roller coasters, snapbacks, flannel, dresses with cardigans, frappucinnos

scorpio: bloodshot eyes, cigarette smoke, lace tights, black coffee, winged eyeliner, veins, rainy parking lots, bruises

sagittarius: money jars, rope bridges, macaroons, lightning, pizza, carnivals, maps with desired destinations circled

capricorn: leather, antiques, coffee, the woods, dark lipstick, apartments, spices, brown eyes, picture frames

aquarius: the galaxy, aliens, balloons, mermaids, graphic t-shirts, gas stations, jellyfish, feathers, sunrise

pisces: fairy lights, gardens, watercolors, cloudy mornings, mascara, curtains, fishtanks, creamer

The Calm Before a Storm (Newt x Reader)

Originally posted by stupidteletubbie

Summary: Newt x reader - Newt is friends with reader, but when he meets a girl named Leta he seems to forget all about his closest friend.

Warnings: Some angst, little bit of fluff at the end.

Author: @xfandomqueenblrx

Words: 2,494

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It was your third year of Hogwarts when you had your first encounter with Newt.

You were sitting at your house’s table when you heard someone sit down next to you.

“Can I sit here?” they asked. 

You turned your head to the side to see a short boy with tousled brown hair and freckles sat next to you. He was wearing a Hufflepuff shirt and he looked distressed. As you were about to respond to him, you heard a couple of Slytherins yelling from their table.

“What a loser!”

“Haha, yeah! That kid will never be as smart as Theseus!”

You glanced at the boy sitting next to you and you could see the tears starting to gather in his eyes. Your heart really felt for this kid, even if you hadn’t met him before. Taking his hand, you gave him one glance before pulling him up from the table and walking out of the dining hall.

“W-where are we going?” he asked, slight tremors racking his voice. You could still hear the Slytherins yelling and laughing from where you were.

“You’ll see. I just don’t want you around those people anymore.”

You led him up to your house’s common room and sat him down on one of the couches. 

“I’m sorry, I never even asked for your name before I dragged you up here!” You gave out a small awkward laugh and shyly glanced towards him.

“Oh, my name’s Newt, Yours?”


And those were the good days. The rest of the year was spent being with Newt, studying with him, exploring with him, and creating many memories. You had even started to develop feelings for him. However, once you entered your sixth year of Hogwarts, everything went downhill. Things weren’t the same when a girl named Leta entered Newt’s life. 

You boarded the Hogwarts Express yet again, walking around in search of Newt. You looked around a little bit more and then recognized Newt in one of the train’s cabins. But, wait… He was with someone else. There was a girl sitting across from him. She had long, pretty black hair, and her porcelain skin was blemish free. She was gorgeous. Her and Newt were talking animatedly, smiling and laughing at what the other said. 

Racking up the nerve to go in and introduce yourself, you slid open the cabin door. Both Newt and the girl looked up at you in surprise. Newt’s eyes widened and a grin spread across his face.

“Y/N! I was waiting for you to arrive! Meet my new friend, Leta. And Leta, meet my best friend, Y/N. I’ve known her since my fourth year here in Hogwarts.” 

You glanced at Leta and smiled. She looked at you and smiled back. She seemed pretty nice. 

And that was the calm before the storm. Ever since that day, Leta has been attempting to make your life a living hell, slowly creating a distance between you and Newt so she could latch onto him. 

At first, everything seemed normal. But you soon started to notice that Newt was starting to ditch you more to be with Leta. She would try her best just to get Newt away from you, making up excuses that she’d need help to study or that she wanted to take notes on some of the animals Newt had found in the Forbidden Forest. There were no more late night hang outs with you and Newt, no more studying with Newt, and no more exploring with Newt. He would always be so gullible to believe in every word Leta said, leaving you in the dust.

Just like today. You had eaten breakfast with Newt and Leta today in the dining hall. Yesterday, Newt had promised to help you study for your Herbology test after breakfast today. As you were eating your food, you looked up at Newt to see him still talking to Leta. You had to ask him if he was still up for studying today.

You cleared your throat a little bit. Newt still didn’t look at you. 


“Hey Newt.”


Nothing, Leta looked at you a little strangely, smirked, and then turned back towards Newt. 

You then dropped your fork onto your plate, resonating a loud noise.

“Are you ok Y/N?” Newt finally looked up and decided to talk to you.

You were close to your boiling point now. Newt hadn’t talked to you in several days and he could barely take his eyes off of Leta just to talk to you. You felt betrayed, and a little heartbroken.

You sighed loudly. “Newt, I’ve been trying to get your attention for a while now. Anyways, do you still think you can help me study for my herbology test?”

“Oh… about that.” Newt glanced at you and then at Leta.

“I-I can’t help you after breakfast because I promised Leta that I would go to the forest with her so we could look for some new creatures. But, when we come back I promise you I will help you study!”

You looked down at your plate in despair. You just wanted to spend some time with Newt after being thrown out the window so many times, yet now he can’t even help you study for a little bit. 


You stood up abruptly. “Nevermind, I’ll just go study on my own. Have fun.” Your voice was monotone, void of any emotion. At this point you just needed some time to really think about what your friendship with Newt really is now.

“Are you sure? Look, I’m really sorry, I promise I’ll come back and I’ll meet up with you at our meeting place at five tonight. Ok?”

You glanced back at Newt and Leta. Newt was staring at you with worry in his eyes, while Leta was looking at you with boredom. What else did you expect?

“Yeah, I’ll see you there.” You then rushed out of the dining hall. You felt like crying, you wanted to give Newt another chance tonight. Maybe he’d actually show up this time.



You started to gather all of your things from the library. You’d been studying all day just to take your mind off of your freckled face friend. Hopefully he’ll be on time today.


You arrived at the meeting place you and Newt had found a year back. It was an abandoned classroom that none of the teachers were using, so the both of you had figured that you might as well use it as a late night meeting place.


Nothing. Ok, well, the clock just struck five, he might just be a little late. You decide to wait a little longer.


Is there something wrong? Maybe one of the beasts that they found was being troublesome. Or maybe Leta was just holding them back a little bit. That wouldn’t be a surprise.


Ok. That’s it. You’ve given him enough time to return and yet he still wasn’t here.

You sighed angrily and packed up your things. As you left the abandoned classroom you could only think:

“Is it really that easy for him to forget me?”

The next day you woke up and went down to breakfast. You still hadn’t heard a single thing from Newt about his whereabouts last night, and strangely enough, he wasn’t at breakfast today. 

You sat down at your houses table next to a friend of yours.

“Have you seen Newt? I need to talk to him.”

Your friend turned towards you and looked at you quizzically. “Haven’t you heard? He’s in the nursery because he got all beaten up by a troll last night in the forest. Leta was talking about it all morning.”

Your eyes widened and you glanced over to look at the Slytherin table only to see Leta laughing and smiling about something her friend told her. 

What is wrong with her? Is she not at all worried about Newt? Did she even try to help Newt? There were no scratches or cuts on her whatsoever. You started to become so angry at Leta, but there was no point in starting a fight now. You needed to check on your best friend. 

You stood up abruptly from the bench and rushed out of the hall. Little did you know, Leta had seen you leave and already knew where you were heading. She also stood from her seat and began following you as you quickly walked to your destination.

You had almost made it to the nursery when that annoyingly shrill voice stopped you.

“And where do you think you’re going?”


Inhaling sharply, you paused before swiftly turning around to glare at her. She looked as beautiful as ever, her hair put up into a braided hairstyle, her face held no blemishes whatsoever, and her robes were void of any wrinkles, the Slytherin emblem standing proudly on the crest of her heart.

“Why do you care?” you sneered.

“You know, you don’t deserve him. He doesn’t even like you, yet you’re still lovesick for him.”

This pompous little brat I swear to God-

You almost laughed at your thoughts, before throwing all of your hatred for her into one sentence. “At least I care for him, unlike a certain witch-bitch I know.”

You didn’t stay to see Leta’s reaction, although if you had, you would’ve seen her perfect face scrunch up in absolute anger. 

Walking away from Leta felt like the best thing you had done in a while. However, that feeling was soon shrouded by your worry for Newt. 

You walked into the nursery, gazing at several white beds before coming across the eyes of your best friend.

Newt was battered up. He had a wrap around his head, several cuts and bruises on his legs, arms, and even his face. His left eye was swollen shut and was colored in a dark shade of purple. He looked terrible. 

Your face soon contorted into one with worry, and you slowly walked over to Newt, almost as if you had to approach him like he would a wounded animal. 

“Hey… Newt.”

He winced before turning to you. His right eye widened and he attempted to smile, but it soon turned to a grimace as a shock of pain spasmed through his head like a lightning bolt. Seeing his reaction to the pain, you rushed over to him and sat on his bed, taking his hand in yours. You couldn’t help but feel a slight shock run through your hand and up your arm, leaving a tingling sensation in it’s wake. God, you missed this so much. You haven’t had a moment alone with Newt in what felt like years, and your heart sped up with the feelings you had been trying to hide for so long.

“Shhh… It’s ok. What happened?” You brushed away a stray hair that had fallen onto his face, then allowing your hand to gently rest on his cheek to reassure that you were there for him. Newt sighed and leaned into your touch.

His voice was hoarse and low when he replied. “Leta and I were exploring in the forest when a troll came trudging by. Everything just went downhill from there and all I remember is trying to get out of there in one piece.”

You could only imagine how scared he must’ve been. Thoughts of the frightened kid you had met in your third year that had soon became your best friend. “I’m sorry that happened, Newt. Do you know how long you have to be here for?”

“It shouldn’t be much longer. There are always healing spells I can use. Listen, have you seen Leta?”

And there she was again. Plaguing his mind. You slowly took your hand away from his cheek and looked away. “Yes, she was at breakfast this morning, why?” Newt’s brows furrowed at the loss of warmth from your hand.

“I haven’t seen her since the incident.”

Sighing, you looked down at your hands before looking up at Newt, annoyance showing clearly in your eyes. “I don’t know what else you’d expect from someone like her.”

You regretted the words immediately once they came out of your mouth. Why would you say that? Granted, it was time Newt realized how toxic she was and how she had been using him for homework and to get under your skin. However, the look on Newt’s face made you feel absolutely terrible. He looked so confused and lost in what you had just said.

“What do you mean, ‘someone like her’?” The annoyance in his voice stabbed at you.

“Newt, look. I understand you care deeply for her, but can’t you see she’s using you? She only asks for help for homework, she never wants you to hang out with me alone, and just recently she had tried to stop me from coming here to see you! I can’t let you allow her to hurt you anymore!” Your voice had begun to rise higher and higher nearing the end of your sentence and your breaths were heavy after all you had said.

Newt laid there, pondering and turning the words you had said over and over in his mind.

“Did she really try to stop you from coming here?”

You only nodded in response. He looked down and began to fiddle with his own hands. 

“I’m sorry I never realized before. I just thought she really cared for me. And she really seemed like my only friend for a long time.”

Now it was your turn to be confused. “What do mean ‘your only friend’?” Your voice was soft. He couldn’t really think you would’ve abandoned him. Right?

Newt looked to the side, averting your seemingly harsh gaze. “Well, you just seemed to distance yourself from me after a while. I thought you didn’t want to be around me.”

You paused, thinking of all the times you had refused to go somewhere with Newt after hearing he had invited Leta to join him as well. You cringed, not only was Leta attempting to distance you from Newt, but you allowed it to happen. You lessened the amount of times you were with him only because she would be accompanying the two of you. And you had failed to realize that you may be hurting Newt too.

Taking his hand in yours, you rubbed your thumb over the back of his hand. “I’m sorry I distanced myself from you. I just… couldn’t handle being around Leta after a while and I tried to avoid her as much as I can. I really care for you Newt, and I never intended for that to happen.”

Newt smiled. “I care for you too.”

He gently took your hands in his, pulling you down onto him. You gasped at the sudden contact with chest, however he only shushed you and began gently stroking your hair.

“Y/n, I care for you more than you think.”


This is so sucky, mainly because it was the first draft I ever worked on and I just decided to pick it up again, so I’m sorry if it’s absolutely terrible!! 

please leave feedback and tell me what ya think.

ily <3

Battered and Bruised Ch. 1 (Bucky x reader)

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Sidenote: I continued this into a series. You can find the rest of the chapters here , along with my other pieces.

Description: Bucky sees all the damage he’s physically done to you because of what H.Y.D.R.A. did to his mind.

Warnings: sad, angst, unintentional physical harm comes to the reader, nightmares, ptsd, barely any fluff


The night was cool and even through the closed window you could hear the passing of honking cars in the busy street. You’d become accustomed to it, it no longer interrupted you sleeping schedule. The apartment you lived in was shared with your adoring boyfriend, Bucky.

Getting into this relationship, Steve wanted to remind you that because of what was going on in his brain during his H.Y.D.R.A. days, that it could manifest itself back into him without any trigger. He described Bucky as, “a bomb just waiting to go off.” You could tell it hurt Steve to have to describe his best friend that way.

People were giving you the whole spiel about “how you can’t change people”, that “he’s never going to be a normal person.” Even Bucky was scared for you, he didn’t want to put you in harms way.

But, you were headstrong. You loved Bucky with all your heart. You knew what he could do. The thing was, you weren’t afraid. You weren’t scared of him. You never were.

Bucky was haunted with vivid nightmares about the awful torture and killing he had been through and done. Almost every night he relived through something different. Sometimes, they were so realistic that he would get on top of you and restrain you, cursing you in his sleep. This was a normal occurrence when he had nightmares of the doctors that tore apart his mind.

He would always wake up of no recollection of what happened, and you never told him. All he remembered was the nightmare itself. You didn’t want to make him feel guilty, it didn’t bother you actually. You knew what he went through was traumatizing, so you never blamed him for what happened when he was in his sleep.


It was a beautiful Sunday morning and you woke up next to your most favorite person in the world. Bucky was sound asleep, his arm wrapped around you, his scruff brushing your bare shoulder.

You raised your arm behind you to run your fingers through his hair and you felt him smile against your skin.

“Good morning babe.” His raspy voice breaking the silence. You loved the way he sounded right after he woke up.

“Good morning Bucky.” You chuckled as he placed an array of kisses along your shoulder, neck, and face. “Hey, I’m gonna take a shower. Then I’ll make us breakfast, okay?” You rolled over onto him, both of you giggling, his hands on your back. The coolness of his metal arm sending shivers up your spine.

“You’re gonna leave me here in the absence of your warmth? How could you?” He had a huge smile on his tired face as you leaned down and kissed him one last time before making your way to the bathroom.

You turned on the water and stripped off your crinkled pajamas. Before you got in, you saw yourself in the mirror out of the corner of you eye. Turning towards the mirror, you saw yourself in full for the first time in a long time. You realized in that moment how much your body was covered in bruises; new and old. Your hips and ribs slightly blue and purple from when Bucky gripped you hard during a nightmare that scared him to tears. Your thighs were expressing the same coloration and your arms had little scratches from his fingernails where he had dug them into you. You never noticed them before. You weren’t angry or upset, you understood this is what came with the nightmares he had.

“F/N, I hope you don’t mind if I join you for your shower.” He opened the door with a smirk on his face. “I’d like to love you some m-” he stopped mid-sentence as he looked up and saw your naked body and all the marks on it. “Baby, what’s- what happened?” You turned to face him and him placed his hands on your shoulders. You didn’t make any attempt to cover them up, he already saw. You just had to find the words to tell him. “Tell me. Why do you have all these bruises… a-and scratches?” He spoke softly, but his voice with filled with concern.

“Bucky.. it’s fine. I’m okay.” You gave him a shy smile as you looked up at him. His gaze fluttered up and down your body. “Bucky..” You didn’t know what to tell him, or even how.

A sudden realization hit Bucky and it felt he took a blow to the gut. “I- I did this..” He voice cracked and the hurt in it made you wince. “I did this.. didn’t I?” The thought of him hurting you and damaging your beautiful body brought tears to his eyes.

The water was still running, but you ignored it. “I’m okay. I know you don’t mean it. We’re going to be okay. I love you. That’s all that matters to me. I love you so god damn much, that guess what? I’m willing to go through this pain with you.” You pulled his forehead down to yours, gripping the front of his t-shirt to bring him down to you.

“I’m so sorry F/N. I’m- I’m so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you and I can’t believe I did this. It won’t ever happen again.” At the point Bucky was sobbing, holding onto you for support.

He was so upset, and you were his support system. You placed a kiss on his lips and helped him undress. You helped him get into the shower as he was stumbling from the emotional pain. There was no love making. You helped him wash his hair, having the water just warm enough to feel calming against his skin. He was silent as you wrapped yourself in a towel went into the bedroom to grab some clothes for you both.

When you returned to the bathroom he was out of the shower, looking at the ground. You got him dressed and brought him back to bed. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to make some coffee, just the way you like it.” You kissed him on his head and gave him a sad smile. As you were turning away, he gently held your hand and didn’t let go.

“Don’t go… please.” He whispered at you with hurt eyes. It made you feel so broken inside.

“Okay.. I won’t go anywhere.” You climbed back into bed with him and snuggled up to his chest. “I’m never going to leave you. We’re gonna be okay.”

He whispered into your hair, “F/N, I’m sorry.” You told him how happy you were with him and that things were going to get better. The soft fabric against your skin and the warmth of your bodies brought both of you back to sleep.

As you fell asleep, all you could think of was that everything was going to turn out alright. You loved and trusted Bucky and that was all that mattered.

It’s okay Princess

#43 and #44 with Montgomery please? 💜  @hxnnxh-bxkxr

#43- “I don’t want to talk about it”
#44- “C’mon princess, please don’t cry”


Originally posted by montedelacruz

To say your life was tough was an understatement, but after all who didn’t have a tough life. Last night was especially troubling and you wanted nothing more than to move on from it, so you walked faster down your school’s hallway, thinking that if you walked fast enough you could walk away from all your problems, but sadly you knew that’s not how life worked. Your hand gripped your backpack strap so tight that your knuckles turned a pearly white color, you kept your head down and avoided eye contact with anyone, you were lucky enough that the bruises given to you last night were efficiently covered by your clothes, but were still susceptible to touch which you quickly found out when your highly affectionate boyfriend slung his arm around your shoulders “Hey babe, missed you at the game last night” he whispered playfully in your ear. You winced slightly as his arm rested on the two fresh bruises on your shoulders, your eyes rose up to look in his eyes. His big beautiful smile turning slowly into a frown “You okay?” he questioned after seeing the painful look in your eyes. You gave a meek smile and shook your head slightly “I’m fine, sorry I couldn’t make it, my mom wanted to discuss a few things” you replied, moving slightly closer to him, your side being pressed perfectly to him, you weren’t necessarily lying to him but you also weren’t telling the whole truth. He glanced forward, looking into the crowd before steering the two of you into an empty classroom “W-Why are we in here? Monty I’m gonna be late to class i promise i’ll make up for missing the game later” You spoke to your boyfriend, a playful, teasing smile smearing itself on your face as you backed into the classroom glancing around. Monty’s signature smirk flashed onto his lips as he shoved his hands in his pockets and peered into your eyes “C’mon baby, I know somethings going on, why don’t you talk to me” His voice ringed in your ear, calm and soothing. Your eyes traveled everywhere except to his, shaking your head slightly “I already told you De La Cruz, I’m fine, nothing’s going on and now all I want to do is get to class” And with every word you spoke you moved closer and closer to the door all up until his arm reached out and grasped your waist, pulling you closer to him. You winced in pain, your head down and eyes shut “Is it your mom?” his voice was a whisper as he asked a question he already knew the full answer to. Out of frustration, sadness and defeat you rested your forehead on his chest “I don’t want to talk about it” you responded, your eyes shut. A shallow breath escaped his lips as one of his hands wrapped around your waist and the other tangling itself in your hair “I know sweetie, I know” he murmured in your ear pressing you flush against himself. After a few moments of silence, you broke out into sobs, your hands grasping tightly at the back of his shirt “C’mon princess, please don’t cry” he basically begged you, you could sense how much your crying or even just being upset hurt him, hurt every fiber in his being, but you couldn’t help it, you were hurt “Why don’t we take the day off, go get some ice cream or something. I can get one of the guys to cover for us in classes” His offer brought a small smile to your lips as you nodded against his chest “I would love nothing more”. His arms gave you a careful but strong hug before releasing you and grasping for your hand “Then what are we waiting for? I wanna see a smile on those lips asap” His words alone did the trick as a genuine smile flashed upon your lips “There’s my girl”

Saudade [ PART 1 ]

Genre; Fluff, Angst, and mentions of smut(?) Werewolf!Jungkook
A/N; This chapter is really short, I apologize for that. I’ll make the chapters longer as they keep going.
Saudade (n); A longing of someone or something distant. - You tiptoed to your bedroom, praying that Jungkook wasn’t awake. As you slowly twisted the doorknob and opened the door, you congratulated yourself silently, closing the door. Your silent celebration was not long lived however, in a flash, you were once again pinned against the wall with a very, very annoyed werewolf ready to cut you to pieces.

“Great” You thought to yourself, groaning silently. Jungkook stared at you for a moment, his expression dark. It hadn’t just been one or two times coming home late. You wanted to say it wasn’t your fault… But it most totally was. You had finished work at about 10. Then your friends insisted you eat a little before going home…

“What the hell are you doing up at 3 A.M?” You asked, trying to seem the slightest bit brave. Your body betrayed you however, you couldn’t look into Jungkook’s eyes and your body seemed to tremble as Jungkook had you pinned on the wall.

“Waiting for you.” He growled, not liking your attitude. “What were you doing that got you home at 3 A.M?” He suddenly got closer to you. Even in the dark light, you could see that he was furious and he was trying his best not to lose it.

“I was just out with my friends. We lost track of time.” You muttered. There was a short silence, then Jungkook grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“You sure you weren’t out fucking other men?” He chuckled darkly. The sentence made you angry. But it also made you slightly guilty and sad. Had he really gone to the point where he doubted your trust?

“Jungkook, I was just out with my friends. We ended up losing track of time… We stopped by at one of those parks to rest and ended up talking and I didn’t think it was 3 A.M, actually it felt like 11 P.M. We were just at the park to to talk after eating so much and I know I should’ve put up an alarm or something but I just couldn’t help myself, we were talking about relationship advice and ranting about work and you know how much I like talking about work- especially rants and-” you were cut off mid-sentence as Jungkook kissed you. You almost yelped in surprise, not expecting the action. But nonetheless, you kissed him back, smiling to yourself.

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“Jungkook?” You called out, searching your closet. “Where’s my favorite t-shirt?” You asked, worried.

“Oh… That? I threw it away.” He stood at the door, leaned against the wall.

“You know that’s my favorite shirt.” You told him, putting your hands on your hips.

“Well… To be honest Y/N, you’ve hard that thing for 5 years and it’s definitely getting old.” Jungkook told you, shrugging. You sighed. As much as you hated to admit, he was right. You’d had a white t-shit for 5 years. It had a pretty picture of a garden at the front, that was faded at that point.

“You need more diversity in your closet.” He told you, waving at your clothes.

“Says the boy who only has white t-shirts at the right side of his closet.” You muttered.

“Hm? What was that?” Jungkook asked you walking over to you.

“You better buy me a new t-shirt.” You told him, eyebrows raised.

“I have the same exact t-shirt ordered, you don’t need to get worked up Y/N.” He told you. You sighed in relief. It was a blessing to have such a knowing boyfriend sometimes. Unexpectedly, he kissed you. It was a small peck that caught you off guard. He immediately turned around, walking out of the closet confidently.

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“Yah! What was that for?” You asked. It made you a little annoyed how quick the kiss had went. How he left making you want more. You caught up to Jungkook, tugging at his sleeves. He stopped and sighed, turning to you.

“My heat is starting again but it might start earlier. Y/N, it’s for the best.” He knew you too well. He knew you wanted more.

“Are the boys going to lock you up again?” You asked, changing the subject and recalled Jungkook’s last heat. It had been disastrous. Jungkook had somehow managed to get away. He could definitely smell you in the other room and almost got to you. It was luck that Jin, Jimin, and Namjoon had been with you.

“Yeah, this time, they’ll make sure I won’t get away.” He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. “Speaking of the boys, they’re coming over.” You turned to him, eyes widening.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You asked him, panicked.

“Because you’re going to end up cleaning every single thing the day before. I just want you to relax today. They’re coming in a few minutes.” He smiled and as if on cue, the doorbell rang. You suddenly sprinted downstairs, causing him chase you. You giggled as you opened the door to see the boys.

“Hey Y/N.” Jimin waved, his warm smile appearing. The other boys greeted you, walking into the house. They sat down at the couch, laughing as Taehyung threw in a joke.

“You guys want something to drink?” You asked, watching them nod enthusiastically. You walked into the kitchen, taking out some sparkling juice. You nearly yelped as strong hands hugged you from behind.

“You’re really too clingy sometimes.” You mumbled softly, turning to Jungkook.

“How’d you know it was me?” He asked, grinning playfully.

“How could I not to know?” You asked, sharing a smile.

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“I can’t believe this.” You gasped, your heart racing. Was this real? Was this really happening? In a flash, Taehyung punched Jungkook, making you and the stranger scream. The fight happened quick. Despite how angry you felt to the girl, she was scrunched up in the corner, her eyes filled with fear. Then it hit you.

She had no idea.

You dodged Taehyung and Jungkook the best you could, helping the girl up.

“I-I’m so sorry, I had no idea-” She started, another shriek came from her as Taehyung was thrown across the room. You pushed the girl toward the entrance, going to Taehyung. He was heaving, bruises and scratches around his body.

“T-Taehyung, you’ll be fine. Just don’t move, I’m sure the boys are coming-” you were cut short as Jungkook grabbed your wrist.

“Don’t. Touch. Anyone. Else.” He growled, the ragged boy’s eyes were a unusual color of amber. You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“That’s rich coming from you, Jungkook. You just cheated on me while I was out on a business trip in our own house.” You knew you weren’t talking to Jungkook. This wasn’t Jungkook. This was a wolf. An animal. You felt Jungkook’s grip soften and you took this chance to run. You opened the door and ran at least three feet away from the door, taking out your phone to call the boys.

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The boys locked Jungkook up into the basement where Jungkook was supposed to go. You nursed Taehyung, helping him the best you could.

“Thanks… Taehyung.” You whispered, averting your gaze from him.

“No need to thank me. I was doing was I wanted to do.” You nodded. There was silence for the rest of the time. Your eyes went to Jungkook’s phone. The girl was in the other room. She’d passed out right after escaping the room. Taehyung quietly excused himself to the basement and you let him. Even if he needed more bandages. You unlocked Jungkook’s phone, hesitating for a moment. Then, you looked for the girl’s number. It wasn’t hard to find it. There was a very different name. A name you’d never seen before. And it made your heart hurt all over again. You didn’t bother to see the texts or make a mess over how many times he’d called her while you were gone. You just stared at the phone.

You finally decided to walk into the basement. You’d have to go in either way. There was no choice. You knew the boys were staring at you, but all you could see was Jungkook’s dark figure.

“Hi, Kook.” You smiled softly, trying to seem cheerful. You knew you didn’t have to be like this. You knew you’d be crying at the end of this talk. But you still forced a smile. The figure turned, staring into your eyes. His eyes were still a amber color.

“Save your kindness. I know you hate me.” He spat, making you flinch. You could practically see Taehyung stepping up as Namjoon held him back.

“You’re right.” You stated “I hate you Jungkook.” The first tear fell. “But it’s my fault for leaving you alone. It’s my fault for trusting you. It’s my fault for loving you.” You told him. The amber glint in his eyes faded and you could see he was about to pass out any second. His human form wouldn’t be able to keep up with the energy he used as a wolf.

“I hope you’re happy with her.” You said coldly. The anger you’d built up, just poured down with those words. Jungkook didn’t say anything, he just blinked his eyes a few time.

You didn’t bother watching him pass out.

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4 years later.

“Girl, you haven’t dated in like… Forever. Just one date. For me. Please?” Your friend, Eunha, begged you. You giggled at her actions, looking over to your other friend, JiA. She nodded enthusiastically, giving you a thumbs up.

“It’ll be a good memory. Plus, both of us are going so…” She gave you a wink, making you laugh.

“If I don’t like it, you won’t let me go on another one for 8 months?” Eunha nodded slowly, not sure if she liked the deal as much.

“Alright. I’ll go.” You finally gave in, watching JiA and Eunha celebrate.

“The date is tonight. At 7. Don’t forget to wear something fancy and cute. I heard these boys are really rich.” Eunha clapped her hands.

“They looked really cute too.” JiA added in, cheerfully. You nodded dismissively, going back to your work. The girls seemed to sigh as they watched you write some things down.

“You’re always doing your work. You should be thankful you’ve got such great, social friends.” JiA joked, making you giggle.

“Yeah sure.”

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You left work at 5 with your friends. Luckily it was a Friday and you promised to work a few extra hours on Monday so it was a easy trade between your boss. Both of your friends parted ways with you and you left for home, wondering what you would be wearing at the date.

You walked into your apartment, frowning slightly as a white envelope was stuck between your door. Most people would put the envelope in your mailbox in front of the apartment. You slowly took it out, opening your door. You stared at the front. There was really nothing special about it. A simple white envelope.

You opened the envelope, taking out the paper out inside.

Jungkook is looking for you.

Your breathing stopped for a second. You couldn’t see his face again. Not after what he did to you.

You ran into your apartment, running into your room. You scavenged your closet, looking for the most beautiful dress you had. You were going to go to this date. You were going to have a good time. You were going to enjoy this man.

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You met the girls at the front of an expensive restaurant. You saw this place around a few times but you never expected to actually eat here.

“You look so pretty, Y/N. You should wear things like this more.” JiA gushed. You smiled, thanking her. You were wearing a beautiful black dress. The dress had lace sleeves and your collarbones were covered with black lace to your neck. You were also wearing a golden necklace. Jungkook had given it to you a while ago but you’d just come to like it for how it looked. You also had on stockings and black heels.

“You sorta look like you’re going to someone’s funeral.” Eunha joked, making you and JiA chuckle. Eunha was wearing a elaborate pink dress with a diamond necklace and white heels while JiA was wearing a navy dress with a pretty black choker and black flats.

“Well, what’re we wearing for? Let’s go!” Eunha walked into the restaurant, first, her excitement betraying her patience. You and JiA laughed, walking in slowly. The resultant was dimly lit with beautiful golden lights and candles to add a romantic effect. The wallpaper was a dark red color and the navy color carpet silenced your heels.

“Girls, Here!” Eunha already seemed to be at the table, sitting with three men. The light made it hard to see their faces but as you neared, your breath stopped. Your world stopped. You stopped, almost falling over.

“What’s wrong Y/N?” JiA asked you, concerned. One of the men walked over, coming forward to help you.

“Are you okay? Did you see something weird outside the restaurant?” The familiar man asked you, concerned. He looked to JiA and gave her a nod, assuring you he’d help you. She smiled in thanks, walking over to where the others sat. As the man helped you up, he whispered in your ear:

“Thoughtful, how you kept that necklace.” You glared at him, your heart racing.

“Jeon Jungkook, what are you doing here?”

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Just A Sprain - Lord of the Rings

“Could I request a spouse!Aragorn where he takes care of you when you get injured because you refused to go see Elrond, but then you get really bad, so he carries you to see him?”

“Tis just a sprain.” You said, limping to a chair.

“You don’t know that. It could be broken.” Aragorn knelt in front of the chair and gently tugged off your boot. You bit back a wince, attempting to remain emotionless. Aragorn ran a calloused finger around the edge of your ankle. Only the slightest hint of swelling revealed that anything was wrong, though the pain you felt made it abundantly clear to yourself.

“Lord Elrond would be able to…” he began to say, looking up.

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It Means (Josh Dun x reader)

Well hello frens. I’m back with another imagine because I have no life other than Josh Dun and Tyler Joseph. 😂 anyways pals, this one is kind of dark but I kind of just thought of it and wanted to write it.

If anybody has an idea for an imagine, let me go. I accept requests and it will be written relatively quickly. I accept anything with Josh Dun or Tyler Joseph, I just won’t do smut cause I’m not comfortable writing that. So request imagines even if you don’t follow me! Let me know how you like this one y'all

WARNINGS: abusive relationship (emotionally and physically) ——-

Being with Riley had been great the first three months. He was everything you looked for in a guy and he treated you well at first. You had met him at a show, he gave you his number, and you were brave enough to use it. After a few perfect dates, you and Riley had made it official and it’s been six months since then. The first three months were full of kissing, cuddling, hand holding, all the cliche crap you never thought you would have. You were full of bliss and happiness, until things changed. At first, he was just being a little bossy. He would tell you to change when you wore something that he deemed inappropriate. He told you he didn’t want you talking to any other guy, even your best friend, Josh. You figured it was typical, protective boyfriend kind of stuff. But then the name calling started. He would lash out on you and call you ugly, a slut, a piece of crap. But he would always apologize and say he was just afraid of loosing you, so you stayed. But the last month had been hell on Earth. He had been telling you how to fix yourself. It started with your weight, him telling you to eat lighter until eventually you barely ate anything the whole day. Then he dictated what you would wear everything. And he became rougher and cold, in and out of bed. He wasn’t the Riley you had agreed to date. He was a monster now and made your low self esteem sink even more. You began to hate yourself, feeling like a piece of crap. But you still stayed with him, because he loved you.

It was now your guys six month anniversary and you sat on your couch in his apartment. It was 12:37 am and Riley was God knows where doing God knows what. You had two glasses of wine poured out with a small cake on the table that read “Happy 6 Months.” You wore his favorite dress that he never let you wear in front of other people. It was a simple, thigh length black dress that hugged your body. But here you were, sitting by yourself in an empty apartment on your six month anniversary. On nights like these, when Riley stayed out late, he would come home, drunk and angry. He would yell at you for whatever and tell you that you were a piece of shit that was unworthy of your love. He’d wake up that morning, telling you that he loved you but you had to watch yourself. And you’d forgive him.

The door slammed open, yanking you from your thoughts as you look behind the couch. Riley walked in, slamming the door shut behind him. He was wasted. His hair was a mess, his tie hanging low on his neck. An angry expression played out on his face as he snarled in disgust, seeing what you had set up. “What is this bullshit?” He growled.

“Well, it’s our six month anniversary. I was thinking we could celebrate with some cake and wine.” You said with a small smile, standing up and walking in front of him.

“Are you a retard? You can’t eat cake! You are supposed to be loosing weight, you pig, not gaining it.” Riley spat in your face and you looked down at your feet, feeling tears prick your eyes.

"You are right. That was stupid.” You mumbled quietly as Riley sighed.

"What the hell are you wearing?”

You looked up at Riley who was fuming with anger. “It’s your favorite dress. I wanted to wear it for you.”

"You fucking slut. What makes you think you could wear this without my permission, you whore?” Riley yelled, turned around and hanging his jacket up.

Anger and sadness filled your body, and you didn’t even think before saying “I hardly think I’m a slut cause I wore this dress. And you know, I don’t need your permission.” You knew those words were a mistake as soon as they left your mouth. Riley spun around, his face gnarled and red. You’d never seen him so this mad. Fear rose in your body as Riley raised his hand, striking you with such force that you fell over onto the ground. You looked up at Riley, tears spilling your eyes. “I am so s-sorry.”

“You fucking slut! I try to help you, you worthless piece of shit. But you disobey me and act like a slut. You wear shit like this and practically throw yourself at any guy who looks in your direction, even that Joshua guy.” Riley screamed, taking his foot and kicking you in the gut, causing you to scream out in pain. “Shut up, you deserve this punishment.”

Riley had never gotten physical before but here you were as he continually kicked you. He picked you up and pushed his face in yours, staring into your eyes. “Will you break my rules again? Or will you obey me?”

“I’ll o-obey you. I p-promise.” You cried out as you sobbed. You felt Rileys hand met your face, a burning pain rising to the surface.

“Remember, you’re lucky to have me.” Riley growled as he threw you back on the ground, causing you to land with a soft thud. Your whole body ached as your sobbed. Riley walked off to the bathroom, slamming the door shut. You slowly got up, knowing you had to get out before he exited the bathroom. You ran for the door, not bothering to grab a jacket or shoes. You twisted it open and ran out, heading to the only person that would help you. ——-

It hasn’t been your lucky day at all. Rain pounded down as you had traveled to Josh’s place, causing you to be soaked as you reached his door, timidly knocking. His door opened after a couple minutes and your yellow haired friend opened the door, wiping the sleep away from his eyes. He was only in some pajamas bottom and his hair was wild. He met you with an initial smile before a look of fear and concern spread across his face, looking at you with wide eyes. “(Y/N), what the hell happened? Are you okay?” He said, wrapping his arm around you as he led you inside.

"I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you, I just didn’t know who to go to.” You frantically mumbled as your hands shook, still scared from what had happened.

"It’s fine. What happened? Did Riley do this?” Josh asked and you started sobbing when you heart his name. Josh walked over to you, his strong arms wrapping around you as you buried your face in his neck, clinging to him. “(Y/N), what happened?”

You pulled away slightly but still held on to Josh. He made you feel safe as he softly looked at you, still holding you. He lead you to the couch, wrapping a blanket around you as you both sat down. “It was our six month anniversary. I wanted to surprise him with a cake and wine and his favorite dress. But he came home late, completely drunk and started yelling. I messed up and said something to him and…”

"Did he hit you?” Josh said, anger dancing across his eyes.

"He slapped me a couple times and kept kicking me and I didn’t know what to do.” You sobbed.

"Has he done this before?” Josh said, standing up. You rarely saw him angry but his hands clutched into fists and his face started turning red.

"Josh, please calm down.” You begged. You didn’t want anything to happen to Josh and you didn’t want him to do anything stupid.

”(Y/N), I need to know if he has done this before.”

“He’s never hurt me but…” your voice trailed off, too scared to tell him about the emotional abuse you had dealt with.


"He told me what to do, eat, wear. Who to talk to and not talk to. He called me names and made me feel like nothing.” You whispered, staring down at your hands.

Josh was fuming with anger, but he sat next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “Listen, why don’t you get into some of my clothes, and you can sleep here tonight?”

"Thanks, Josh.”

"Anything for you. I’ll always be here for you.” ——-

You woke up to a phone ringing. It was still dark and you shifted in bed. Josh had given you one of his shirts and some sweats to wear and your hair was pulled in a bun. You reached your phone, you voice dripping with sleep. “Hello?”

"Hey, babe.” Josh’s husky voice filled your ears and your eyebrow raised as you sat up

"Josh, what’s going on? Where are you?” You nervously asked, reaching to turn a light on.

"Listen, I only have a couple minutes to talk, but I kind of got… arrested. I’m at the police department and I need you to bail me out.” Josh meekly said and you could hear the nervousness in his voice.

"What did you do? Why did you leave? Josh?” You asked, fear filling your heart. You already had an idea as to what happened but you needed to hear Josh explain it.

"Listen, I will explain everything but I need you to pay bail and I swear I’ll pay you back. I just really need you to come.” Josh begged.

"Alright, I’m coming.” ——-

You sat in the waiting room now, waiting for Josh to be released. Josh’s bail had required you to pay a visit to an ATM but you had headed to the department immediately. Now you nervously sat there, clutching to your phone. You had changed to one of Josh’s sweaters to hide your bruises from Riley and you wore the sweats you slept in.

”(Y/N)?” You looked up, Josh standing in front of you with a weak smile. You gasped, standing up. He had a huge black eye and a bruise across his cheeks that was swelling slightly. You looked down at his hands, which were also bruised and red in color. You grabbed Josh’s hands and closed your eyes, feeling tears threaten to spill. “Come on. My car is out there.”

Josh wrapped his arm around you and you both exited the station, entering Josh’s car. You sat there in complete silence for a couple minutes before you whispered “What did you do?”

I paid Riley a little visit.” Josh said, his teeth gritted as he mention his name.

“I could infer that much. What did you do?”

”(Y/N), I am your best friend. And as your best friend, I am going to protect you and if anyone hurts you, they’ll pay. So I went to Rileys place and…”

“And what? You thought smacking him around was a good idea. He will just make me pay once I go back.” You yelled. Things would be so much worse for you now.

“What the hell do you mean? You aren’t going back to him. Ever.” Josh said in a strict tone, looking over at you.


"No. I won’t allow it. I didn’t beat the crap out of him for no reason. He made you feel less then you are. You are a beautiful, wonderful, amazing person who deserves the whole world, not some douche bag who doesn’t know how to treat a lady right. He treated you in a way no one should and he is a piece of crap for it. You are not going back to him.” Your heart swelled with joy as you heard Josh’s words. You had been told for so long how pitiful and meaningless you were that tears ran down your cheeks as you tried to digests his words. Riley shouldn’t have treated you like that. You deserved better. It was a difficult concept to wrap your mind around but Josh just stared at you, putting his hand on your cheek, brushing your hand away. “Never ever let anyone tell you that you aren’t worth it or perfect. Cause you are.”

Josh’s eyes were full of love and remorse as he stroked your cheek, washing away any fears or nerves you had. “Josh, thank you. I thought he loved me so I stayed but…”

"Love isn’t hurting the ones you claim to care for. Love is being there for someone on matter what and protecting them. It’s valuing their opinions and thoughts. It’s unwavering support and kindness for a person that you unconditionally love.” Josh said, with a small smile on his face. He looked nervous but content as he said that. Your heart bubbled with joy as you realized Josh did all those things for you and you did all of those things for him. You looked before you at the boy with the yellow hair and softly smiled, realizing you genuinely loved this boy. You put your hand over his and stroked his bruised knuckles.


"Yeah.” He responded, still letting his eyes wonder all over your face.

"You do all of that for me. What does that mean?” You asked, nervous for his response.

Josh sighed, his smile turning to a look of fear as he barely whispered “It means I love you.”

Josh’s hands still laid against your cheek as you smiled, feeling happy for the first time in a while. “Josh?”


"I love you.”


YAY REQUESTS! Could you write a spence x reader where the reader is a badass, and introduces spencer to her friends which makes him really nervous about their relationship since he’s such an adorable lil geek? THANK YOU ILY  -Anon

Pairing: Reid x Reader

Word Count: 1929

Warnings: none really

A/N: I kept most of the requests from the old blog and will be doing them here. I have been working on this one for a while and since school is over, now i have some time to myself to write. I hope you guys like this, and share it with your friends :)

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