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100 Prompts That Will Make You Cry: Part 1

Unfortunately, my amigos, we managed to come up with 100 prompts. Here’s part 1:

  1. You’re a ghost haunting your own funeral. You see that nobody showed up.
  2. What are these strangers doing in your house? You’re confused and angry, it’s been a week and it seems like they’re not leaving, they’re not even paying attention to you. You’re the ghost haunting your house without knowing it.
  3. A single man and dog run the Iditarod only to show up with the medicine for his daughter too late. This is his story.
  4. You fight for a noble cause. You complete all the necessary steps. You reach the top of the world doing good deeds to improve peoples lives. It’s your first day of retirement and you watch your hard work comes undone before your eyes.
  5. “You can’t understand how it is to feel this worthless. I just want it all to go away! I want it all to STOP!”
  6. Despite everything they did, everything they went through. It was made clear that their attempts were pointless, as they were too late to save them.
  7. The only thing left for you to do was to leave forever
  8. You didn’t visit your parent figure in hospital the day before they passed away because you wanted to finish your homework. Less than 24 hours later, you get a message from your sibling. “They passed away this morning.”
  9. No matter how hard you try, they just laugh at you. You are a joke, a game, you don’t matter. You’ve had enough.
  10. “Robert, you can’t just leave! There are fifty kids waiting for you! You promised you’d get us out alive. You told them so!” “No, darling, I promised I’d get us out alive. Us, being me and my 500 grand. Thanks for your help, by the way. Sorry about the boiled alive thing. Chao!”
  11. Why did you leave me? It’s been 15 years. Why did you leave? I can’t just accept the fact that you showed up on my doorstep expecting an apology. I have a family now. And I can’t let you pull me into your problems.
  12. Your school, company, or organisation has required you to go to therapy for a potentially traumatic incident. This is the session when you decide to tell the story of becoming estranged from your last living relative.
  13. You can only watch the live news helplessly as, thousands of miles away, an tsunami happens in the country your best friend happens to be visiting
  14. “My head is full of you but my arms are empty.”
  15. Best Friends Forever", we used to say. But now we aren’t even talking anymore. When I see them anywhere, another person is by their side, a new best friend. And I, I am all alone.
  16. Person A shares something that no one knew about them and it is very personal and then they get outcasted by their family and person B is the only one to support them as they cry.
  17. The fire was pretty, swirling in shades of blue and green and purple, if you could ignore the fact it was destroying the planet.
  18. A crying child in the hospital bed looks to you for answers. She wants to know where her mommy is. You have no answer.
  19. “I cannot take it anymore, Sam. You don’t tell me anything, you’ve been disappearing for hours, you have phone calls you don’t want me to hear, and now you forgot our anniversary. I’m done being patient. I have packed my things, you can keep the car and the house. Goodbye.” A small box fell out of his fingers, and a ring with a diamond shining merrily on the band rolled away, as the phone stopped playing out the voicemail.
  20. You unlock your phone, and, ignoring the shaking of your hand, answer the call. “Hey” you say, not even trying to compress the wound, too far gone as you already are, “no, i’m fine. I’ll be with you in a minute or two…”
  21. I knew it would be there, I saved for this special occasion. It was my deserved reward after a shitty day and it was gone. The cupcake was gone.
  22. it was finally summer, his favorite season. He sat up in his bed and told you all about what he did last year. He rode his bike everywhere, he played so many games with his friends, he swam in the town park pool… you were the doctor, and you had come in to bring his parents out of the room to talk to them about how the cancer had spread unexpectedly.
  23. You’ve just had an unpleasant lunch with your family and one of your siblings has just told you that you’ve been horrible the entire meal. What now?
  24. Your mom starts crying
  25. you walk down the street and you see a familiar face. Your heart starts beating faster and you speed up, because Gosh, you haven’t seen them in the longest time, but then as you are about to reach them and scream their name, you suddenly stop because remember that it can’t be them because you’re now on the other side of the world, and you left the person you love far away….
  26. It’s your grandfather’ funeral. The place is packed, he was loved by so many. Then, a small child puts a cup of coffee by his ashes.. (“Have this grandpa, it’s time to wake up”)
  27. The person you love has to be killed in order to save other people. Their death guarantees the others’ safety and it is the right thing to do, and they want to do it, but you have to kill them. So you do.
  28. you have the power to bring back the dead. You quickly realize that this comes with draw-backs since certain parts of them stay dead. someone close to you had an accident and this is the most difficult decision of your life.
  29. the smallest coffins are the heaviest.
  30. Her answer is to gently cup your face with trembling hands. Her smile is gentle and so, so sad. Her breathy whisper reaches your ears, “because love is watching someone die,” and shatters your world.
  31. It had always been her. From the first day you saw her, you knew that she was the one, the one you wanted to spend your entire life with. Day by day, that future became a little more solid, a little more opaque. Until you watched it shrivel, collapse and die when strangers pulled a frail, familiar body out of the wreck.
  32. you wake up to silence, except for the sound of quiet sobbing and a set of packed suitcases in the hall.
  33. “I’m going to… take a nap… just for a minute. I’ll be… right back.” He lies down just where he sat. “Could you… hold my hand?”, he asks of her. She moves carefully around the table, as not to disrupt the game that they will certainly continue. He rests his head on her knees. “Are you there?”, he asks. “Yes, I’m here.” He holds her hand tighter. “Are you there?”, he asks, slowly his voice getting quieter and weaker….
  34. You and your family were in a car crash. You think you’ve survived but in the hospital you found you’ve died and you watch your parents, your SO, your children and your friends mourn. You don’t leave earth. You remain there watching over your loved ones, but when they die, they don’t join you. You are by yourself forever.
  35. Driving home, you hit something. Getting out, you realize it’s your pet who went missing a few months ago
  36. Using the word ‘almost’ is the most melancholic way to describe an upsetting moment. She almost got there in time. He almost caught her. She almost told her. They almost made it.
  37. You realise animals no longer acknowledge your existence. They can’t seem to see or hear you. Your best friend is your dog.
  38. “I’ll never be perfect in my parents’ eyes no matter what I do.”
  39. When you were 7, you were kidnapped when for 15 years. At the age of 22, you are finally rescued. Write about your time held in captivity and what it was like when you were saved.
  40. Time and time again, the prompt guy refuses my Danny DeVito suggestions
  41. “You’re the worst teacher I ever had, but I don’t want you to leave, because you were also the best, in a way.”
  42. after always feeling like you were never wanted around, someone decided to tell you how you felt is exactly right. and now you have a fire in your heart you’ve decided to do something about it.
  43. He was supposed to protect me. Instead he became the one I needed protection from.
  44. “We’ll be finally be able to be together. Just one more year. Then we can finally be happy.” That was the last thing you said to your lover before going back off to war. Now you find yourself in an empty house, holding one last letter addressed to you and the memories of a lifetime of unfulfilled promises.
  45. I’m not sure which was worse: keeping it a secret for so many years, or the look on my mom’s face when I told her.
  46. you moved in a new town a few months ago. One of your friend tells you that he heard your best friend say “There’s no point staying in touch, we won’t see each other ever again.”
  47. “I’m sorry sir, but we’re all out of chicken nuggets.”
  48. You are a stray dog. Your master lost you 3 years ago. You go on an epic and heart-filled journey to find your master, not knowing that they are already dead.
  49. It was the first time your parents said the word proud in relation to you, but you could just feel that was nothing more than a backhanded compliment. It only made you feel terrible.
  50. After five years, they were finally back together. But time had torn them apart and as much as they tried, they were unable to love each other again.
  51. The dark and dreary realisation finally hit you: You’re the one in the coffin. This is your funeral. All these people are upset and crying over you.
  52. The war had been ravaging the country for years. You fought for your country, you shed your blood, you did your part. And yet a mistake is going to be your undoing. Write your last letter before your execution to a daughter you will never come back to.
  53. Your siblings played a game with you, it was called “Who can ignore you the most”. But it’s okay, you knew they love you, because there was still food on the table, and bedtime was still shared in the same room. It’s been years, you’re in the worst time of your life now, and you feel the need to reach out for help. You hope the game is over by now.
  54. You’ve been messaging someone online for years now, chatting with them about this and that every so often. They stopped logging on a month ago. You have no way of knowing if they’re okay, and can only watch and wait for a reply.
  55. You read a late familiar’s diary from decades ago. You knew nothing about them before this moment.Their insight in life is what you need to solve your problems, and your insight could have helped save their life.
  56. “I am so tired.” She whispered to him, inches away from jumping of that bridge.
  57. Every time your father leaves for work, you wonder if he’s going to die. You make sure to say “i love you” every day before he goes, but one day you forget…
  58. you’re the last member of your species, your culture, your language. Scientists are around you, waiting for every bit that you can share, for them to document. They don’t care about you. Although you’re surrounded by people, you’re alone.
  59. your idol, a vegetarian, was forcefully fed a hotdog
  60. Write about the small and big sacrifices mothers make for their children.
  61. You are trapped in a “coma” can hear everything around you, including friends and family coming to say goodbye before your life-support is taken away due to lack of insurance. They can’t prove you aren’t brain dead. You can’t say goodbye back.
  62. “The monsters won’t come and hurt me will they daddy?” “As long as I’m around,” he said, giving you a goodnight kiss. “No one will ever hurt you.” “You’ll come home right? Promise?” “I Promise.” But he failed to keep his promise. He never came home and the monsters got you after all.
  63. Tell the story of someone who goes about daily life, well, tries to anyway. It’s hard for them because they had severe depression. Tell of their struggles and trials. But also tell of their successes.
  64. For Sale: Baby Shoes. Never worn.
  65. you’re the last person in the world and you just lost hope for finding anyone else
  66. You went on a great quest with your friends. You slayed monsters together, fended off enemies, and overcame all challenges that came your way. However, your friends perished at the final boss. You’ve just defeated him, and the reality is sinking in.
  67. You are the new Death. The torch has been passed down to you for reasons you don’t know. It is now your job to take the lives of those whose time is up, old or young. Are you prepared to do it? And why were you chosen?
  68. You have become immortal through a game that destroyed your universe. You and and your friends recreated the universe. You remember, they do not. The big bad from the game haunts your dreams.
  69. You wake up and smell something burning. You think someone is making breakfast. You get up to see your house is on fire and you’re the only survivor.
  70. As the crowd around you cheers for your brother’s assassin, you hold him in your arms as you watch his life fade. He was the most hated man in the world, a brutal dictator, a tyrant worse than your father ever was. He was the very kind of man who you hated yourself. Yet you’re crying, looking down upon his smiling face as he watches the crowd and his killer in his final moments, because in the end this was what he promised you. He promised to make a world where no one would have to fight anymore, where there can be peace. And now that the most hated man is dead, there can be.
  71. After a long fulfilling life, you find yourself in the past, at the lowest point of your life. Your family is gone, your friends don’t know who you are, and you’re left with nothing. What do you do?
  72. there’s no pizza in the fridge
  73. You love children and plan to have some one day, until you find out at a doctors appointment that you are infertile…
  74. It’s the effort that counts but it’s the result that’s remembered. Write a story about someone who spent years devoted to their passion but their efforts remain unrecognised, unappreciated because they were ultimately unsuccessful, even after death.
  75. “…you never really loved me, did you.” and the silence said it all
  76. you are a dog going into the vet. You have no idea why your owner is crying. You have no idea that it’s your last visit.
  77. Your parents just told you that they’re getting a divorce.
  78. Your best friend/SO has wronged the gods and has 24 hours to live. You can trade your life for theirs by putting your essence by the mercy of the gods. What do you do?
  79. he spat angrily as he raised what remained of his son “I NEVER LOVED YOU”
  80. write a story where you build up to one character’s death. In the end, that character survives, but another character dies instead.
  81. You are a time traveler, but you never knew it. The only time you successfully did it was when you were a baby, and you’ve grown up a long time away from your original life. One day, you find a shrine… Dedicated to you, by your original family.
  82. You sat across from them at the table, and realized that you had both run out of things to say to each other.
  83. Write a story about an adventurous character who somehow survives all the trouble they get into. These are the memories of an old person, as they remember what they did, with a week of less left before their last breath.
  84. Everyone else had moved on further. You have missed your opportunity to move along with them, and you are the only one left behind in the gray lands. All because of your most annoying habit
  85. “But I rescued you from-” “You killed the dragon! You killed my best friend!”
  86. When you were little, you lost your parents in a house fire. Now, you’ve found out that you have the power to control fire, and are starting to suspect that the fire that killed your parents wasn’t a cooking accident after all..
  87. You spent the past 10 minutes walking back and forth from the lobby to the dance floor in search of them, worrying your ass off. They finally decide to come out and they curse at you for ruining their night.
  88. It was horrible, a pain unbearable to you, the feeling of your soulmate breaking down. The person you once loved, now shattered and scarred from trauma. The worst of part of it, you were helpless. All you could do was sit and watch, but you’d get your revenge. On Death himself.
  89. Your maths teacher gives you a school detention despite the fact that you are 110% innocent of everything you’ve been accused of.   You are forced to stare at a wall for half an hour in silence to think about ‘what you’ve done.’  What happens now?
  90. You confess to your parents about your depression and suicidal thoughts, but they just shrug it off as you being over dramatic. Months later and the sight of your parents still hurts you deep inside, because they never understood you.
  91. You’re in love with your coworker, who’s married and has two kids. He’s quitting job today. He tells you that he loves you.
  92. You’re in a room full of onions.
  93. You’re just about to start your period and you’ve been craving Chinese food all week. You finally get said Chinese food, get home, pull it out of the bag and drop it. You start scream-crying, and your family runs into the room to check on you. What happens next?
  94. Your daughter has been bullied ever since she’s started school due to the fact that you aren’t the richest of families in a pretty nice neighborhood. When she begs you to buy her a doll everybody likes, you know you won’t be able to afford it.
  95. You hide in your room and clutch a pillow, listening to the abusive language your family members through at each other. You hear your youngest sibling being physically abused again, and his screams echo throughout the house.
  96. “We found cancerous tissue. I’m sorry.” “What a way to start my first day of college.” (comment: this actually happened to me, I was diagnosed with cancer my first day of college)
  97. An old man is on his death bed, riddled with dementia.  Volunteering for the elderly with no family left, you visit, but he mistakes you for son or daughter.
  98. I looked in the mirror and realized who was staring back. It was someone I wasn’t content with.
  99. Write a story through the perspective of an abused cat on their 9th life.
  100. Tell a story about a person who never appears in photographs because they were always behind the camera, looking wistfully at everyone’s smiling faces. It is only after they’re long gone that someone finally notices. Old memories are brought up.
Rhysand is the…

Prompt: Cassian and Feyre BROPT moments


“Cassian, what is this word?”

He didn’t ask, but Cassian rarely did, but she knew that look meant he was curious. “I’ve only been reading for less than a year, every so often a word trips me up and today I am just too lazy to go look it up.”

Cassian looked at her, with what she could best describe as shock, “Tamlin taught you how to read?”

She couldn’t hold back her laughter, “Cauldron no, Rhys did.”

He chuckled before he said, “You poor thing, did he make you write those stupid sentences too?  Those were the worst. Rhysand is this, Rhysand is that, I wanted to kill him.”

In her best Rhys voice, “Rhysand is the most cunning High Lord, or my all-time favorite, Rhysand is the best lover a female can ever dream of.”

“Well Rhys has always been a prick, mine were more along the lines of Rhysand is the best fighter.”

She shows him the word colonel.

“In all fairness that word does not follow any pronunciation rules, it is pronounced kernel.”


At dinner that night Cassian couldn’t help himself, “Could Rhysand the best lover a female could ever dream of, pass the potatoes?”

two rotten apples [m]

credit: x.

❛❛we’re next-door neighbors and have hated each other since middle school but now we’re going to the same university how can we avoid the other person like the plague so there isn’t a crime scene— what do you mean you promised my mom you would keep an eye on me???? you fucking planned this❜❜ AU

COUNT → 16.053

GENRE → smut | eventual angst

PAIRING → jungkook | reader

WARNINGS → dom and sub tones | spanking | hair pulling | praising | explicit language | female masturbation | graphic oral sex | penetration

LINKS → 1 | 2COMING SOON


There was always that one person at parties—that one person who hid in a bathtub somewhere so they didn’t have to contribute to society’s norms of choking on their own vomit and passing out cuddling a pink garden gnome.

Or maybe that was just you.

Then again, it wasn’t just any party you were hiding in a bathtub at—it wasn’t some rager that had frat boys downstairs chugging so much alcohol that their livers probably looked like fucking dried out asparagus—it was your high school graduation party. And maybe you’d attended only the lamest graduation parties in your eighteen years of life, but there was no alcohol here—only fruit punch. Yet, there you were, still hiding in a bathtub for some fucking reason with a piece of chocolate cake balanced in your lap.

You should probably reiterate that it was your party, which makes things worse since normally you don’t hide in a bathtub when you’re the guest of honor.

Normally—but this was not a normal circumstance.

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ALL MY WRITERS

I think the best piece of writing advice I ever got was from an author of locally popular novels that visited my school when I was in grade eight. He said that when you want to write a novel, or any kind of story, the typical system of “What is my story about? Who is it about? What will happen?” are pretty much the worst thing you can do.

Writing is far simpler than that.

His advice was to ask yourself three questions that I’ll never forget:

Who is the character?

What does the character want more than anything?

And how can I prevent them from getting it?

Jack knew something wasn’t right when he woke up. The covers were too hot on him and his head was pounding like he’d been drinking too much the night before. He shifted, trying to get his bearings, but at some point during the night, he must have pulled the covers over his head. He struggled free, enjoying the fresh air, before noticing a pair of paws on the bed. When he moved his arms, the paws moved too. What followed next was a confusing jumble of panic and incoherent screaming that came out as yowls.

He must have passed out again, because when he came to, he was still disoriented and nauseous. He confirmed that, no, it had not been a bad dream. Somehow, he’d grown four legs and a tail overnight.

After the initial panic, he jumped on his bedside table where his phone was, but he was uncoordinated, and ended up knocking the phone to the ground. He batted at it on the floor, but found that the battery had drained itself overnight when he’d forgotten to charge it.

Cursing and swearing to himself, he wandered his apartment on shaky legs. Thankfully, he hadn’t quite turned off the tap in the bathroom and the dripping of the faucet helped to parch his thirst as he tried to think of what try next. He needed to get help soon. Otherwise, he was going to end up starving to death in his own apartment.

In the living room, Jack found a window that he’d left open because it had been too hot last night. He squeezed out onto the fire escape and tried not to look down. It was strange in this body. Jack never had an issue with heights before, but now, a glance downward to the street had his head spinning with vertigo.

Left with no choice, Jack began to climb upward with the dim hope that someone had also left a window open.

He didn’t get too far before the enticing smell of spices and baked dough reminded him how hungry he was. He followed the smell until he staring into a kitchen where someone was bent over, pulling pies from an oven. Jack called out for the guy’s attention, and when he finally glanced in Jack’s direction, he scrambled to open the window.

“Hey, kitty. What are you doing so high up?” he asked. Jack stiffened when the guy picked him up, but he let himself get rescued from the precarious ledge. “Where did you come from?”

Help me! I’m not really a cat! Jack tried to say, but as expected, it came out in a series of pitched meows.

“Hmmm, okay. You hungry?” He set Jack on the floor to rummage around in his fridge. He set out a plate of leftover meatballs which Jack, losing his composure, attacked immediately.

“I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry, little–uh– guy?” He attempted to lift Jack’s tail to check, but Jack had hissed and swiped his claws. “Okay, never mind. We’re not going there,” he said backing off. Satisfied, Jack continued to eat, though with a suspicious eye on the guy who’d now dropped onto his stomach to watch Jack with a bright smile.

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Masquerade Valentines EXTRA

Extra - Could Tell A Love

NOTES: Well, ended up throwing this together for V-day after all, short and sweet. 


It was laughable that he was upset, really. Victor even almost berated himself for it, for packing as close to what he would call a tantrum as what a grown adult who was heir to one of the biggest criminal groups in the world could be.

People steered well clear of him today, they did what he asked, they didn’t argue, they didn’t fight back. He’d woken up in a foul mood, eaten breakfast and done his work out in the freezing cold in an even worse mood, and it’d soured as the day wore on, it was only lunch time.

And it was also Valentine’s day.

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Acquaintances to Lovers

Anonymous asked: Hi, I was wondering if you could do a fic in which the reader is like an understudy/swing and has just joined Hamilton. The reader like alternates for Maria Reynolds making like Daveed jealous? Something along the lines of that. I just read your Lin one and loved it so any chance you get to do this one. Thanks x

A/N: So this fic has already been done, so I changed it to reader understudying Angelica. Sorry anon! 

Warnings: Nakedness, cursing, knee touching, crying, 

Word Count: 2474

Pairing: D. Diggs x Reader

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The iconic pink dress hung from a hanger on the rack of your dressing room, sticking out from the other bland clothing like a sore thumb. You were standing on a platform in the middle of the room while waiting for the tailor to come back. You impatiently tapped your foot. It had been almost a full 15 minutes at this point.

A text alert showed up on your phone almost instantaneously.

From: Ben [Costumer]
Hey I’m so sorry, an emergency came up at the warehouse and I needed to attend to it ASAP. We can reschedule or you can show up earlier for your next rehearsal.

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AU. Lance and Keith get stuck in an elevator - no phones, no one to come for hours yet, and Lance’s claustrophobia… this can only end in disaster.

or, that one au i hijacked from @yaxxm​. sorry.


Two hours of being stuck in an elevator with Keith fucking Kogane was, quite possibly, the worst thing that had ever happened to Lance.

It definitely wasn’t great first date material – not that this was a date, of course, but still.

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Going Mad

I walked through the front door taking off my coat and throwing it towards the coat rack. Work was so hectic today. The orders were all wrong, Angelina came in late, three people called in sick, someone forgot to clean the utensils, and the computers broke down. Today is absolutely the worst day ever. “[Y/N] baby is that you?” Harry my boyfriend said from the kitchen. He walked out with an apron and oven mitts on his hands. Harry slid them off and threw them on the coffee table letting me see his long slender fingers. Oh what those things could do to me. “I just finished cooking dinner.” I just sighed and hugged him. His hugs are the best medicine in the whole entire world.

“Work was that bad huh?” I groaned out as he finished his sentence.

“The worst of the worst. I swear, I’m going to end up firing everyone and do everything all over again. Angie came in late, Marco, Davey, and Steven called in sick but I bet you they went partying last night and had the worst hangovers ever. I hope they did. Oh and one of the receptionists ordered Santa Cecilia instead of Corona. And it didn’t help that all of the computers completely shut down on us all at once. I had seven customers come by today and we had to do all the orders by hand. This business is going down the drain. I’m going mad Harry.”

My loving boyfriend just chuckled and shook his head. “It’s alright love. You just need to relax. I’m sure this will all blow over by tomorrow. I’ll call Niall and ask him to go and check out the computers since the store is closed. I’m sure Liam can fix the orders as well and I know for a fact that the other people will pick up their slack. Okay?” He rested his hand on my jaw and leaned in to plant soft kisses on my lips. “Just relax okay?” I nodded.

Harry trailed kisses to the corner of my mouth down my jaw and to my neck. I moaned once he kissed a certain spot causing him to smile and suck. His hands slid down my sides and planted themselves on my waist. “The -the food Harry.” I impressively got out through my mouth.

“I bought KFC and threw it in the oven.” I breathed out a short laugh before erupting in moans when his right hand slid up and over my right breast to give it a squeeze.

My right hand rested over his crotch and began palming him through his jeans. “Mm mm. This is about you baby. Just you okay?” Harry kissed down my chest and bit on my oncoming nipples through the cloth.

“Mmm Harry.” He stood straight and began lifting my shirt over my head before unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them down my legs slowly. Leaving kisses on my thighs. I bit my lip in anticipation.

He lifted one leg at a time to help me step out of them when he discarded my pants and threw them somewhere in the room. “You have amazing legs.” He said in between kisses with his even raspier voice. I stood in the middle of the living room only in a bra and matching underwear from Victoria’s Secret. I looked down at Harry to find him already staring at me only intensifying my want for him.

He made eye contact with me and kissed my crotch over the lace I called underwear. My lungs took in oxygen but did not let it go. Harry put pressure and ran his warm tongue over me causing me to moan out in amazing pleasure. His fingers I loved so much pushed my Victoria underwear to the side and pushed open my folds to reveal my pink nub begging for some release.

Harrys lips pecked my friend teasing me making me whine. “Harry.” I moaned out. His index and middle finger pushed inside my folds into my fuck-hole making my knees buckle slightly. “Holy shit- shit Harry!”

He finger fucked me while his mouth ran up and down my slit while pushing my nub here and there. My hands snuck through his hair and held on to his roots occasionally tugging him closer to me. Harry moaned sending vibrations all throughout my body. My eyes rolled back into my skull in ecstasy. And my hips bucked into his mouth even more. His fingers were then replaced by his tongue licking my walls.

Harry pushed me down by my waist making his tongue go deeper into my body. The feeling of pressure began to form in the pit of my stomach. With my left hand on his head I ran my right through my own hair. I lifted my right leg onto the couch giving him more access and began riding his mouth. Curses left my mouth and the feeling became overwhelming. “Fuck me Harry! Shit! Fuck me daddy!” Harry pulled away all too sudden and yanked my underwear off of me before pushing me onto the couch.

Harry then dove right back into my cunt and fucked me fiercely. I squirmed but continued to hump his beautiful mouth. “Oh- I’m gonna- shit Harry I’m cumming-” my body quivered in another pool of ecstasy as Harry lapped up my juices.I sighed as he continued to flick his tongue against my clit.

“I’m going to fuck you raw princess.” I moaned as he turned me around so I was on all fours on the couch. He tugged his shirt off of his body and pulled down his pants to step out of them along with his boxers. He slipped himself into the folds of my cunt to rub against my already sensitive clit.

“I’m going to fuck you so good you won’t be able to walk for the next week.”

“I don’t like empty threats.” I could barely make out. He growled and gripped onto my hips. “You don’t believe me? Just wait and see. You whore.” He lined himself up and instantly slammed in me only to pull out before slamming into me again. Not giving me a chance to get used to his massive dick. He continued to ram into my wet cunt.

Harry reached around and purchased a handful of my breast for himself and had a feel making me moan in intense pleasure. “You love daddy fucking you, isn’t that right princess?” He slapped my left cheek. I moaned. “You are such a dirty little whore. But you’re my dirty little whore. Right baby?” He grabbed my jaw and made me crane my neck so he could roughly set his lips on mine. We entered a make out session before he pulled away and made me face forward.

“Such a little slut. Do you imagine me taking you while you’re in work baby? Because I imagine fucking you each and every damn day.” I arched my back and sucked in a breath as he hit a certain spot.

“Fuck Harry.” A burning sensation was felt on my bum.

“I’m going to cum.” I said and he pulled out quickly and laid on the couch before pulling me over him so I straddled his waist. He grabbed my hips and I lined him up. He pushed me down onto his dick and I felt him even better. Harry filled me up and I was bound to cum any second.

“Oh God! [Y/N]! You feel so good.” Harry moaned only causing the pleasure given to me to rise. We were both a moaning mess, sweaty and hot. He grabbed my hips and grinded into me at a different angle. His cock rubbing over my clit as he thrust into me.

“Fuck! Daddy, I’m almost there.” He leaned forward and grunted into my neck. “Fuck baby! Come around my cock. I wanna feel you clench around me. Come for me baby. Show me how much you love it when I take you.” My face twisted in ecstasy, my mouth opened wide while taking in a sharp breath.

After a few seconds I came crashing down over my lovers cock. “Fuck [Y/N]!” Harry moaned out before spilling his seed inside of me. His thrusts were slow as he rode out our orgasms. His lips found mine as he gave me soft, tender, kisses.

“I hope you feel better now.” Harry grinned at me. I nodded before pecking his lips again. “Much better. We should wash up before we eat.”

“Why? Don’t you like my gravy on the potatoes?” He smiled cheekily as I hit his arm softly.

“Way to ruin the mood Harry.”

Scratchy Kisses- William Nylander

Originally posted by mapleleafstrash

Ok so I got this request way before we saw how good Willy looked with a beard and so like… you get a terribly bearded Willy in this imagine. Sorry! Just remember… he’s very good looking in real life! Anyway… enjoy!

PS- Thanks for understanding about this weekend! I love you all!

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              “You know… this is worse than I thought” you said idly.

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Requested by anhartcuteneon


You loved the quiet days when your boyfriend, Loki, decided to not go out and cause trouble. The two of you were reading on the couch, you leaning against him with his arm around you. At least that’s what you had been doing, until you decided to look up at Loki. You always loved the way he looked, but something about his neck really caught your attention.

After a few moments, Loki noticed you staring. He smirked, enjoying the attention. “What’s going through your mind?” he asked.

You felt compelled to answer truthfully. “Daydreaming about what it would be like to give you a hickey,” you replied. “Uh, would it be okay if I did?” You shifted yourself so you faced him a little more.

Loki seemed very amused. He set his book down so he could unbutton the front of his shirt a bit. “You want me to tilt my head back and make myself vulnerable just so you can make a red mark on my neck?” he asked. He tilted his head slightly away from you, extending his neck, as he unbuttoned his shirt enough to bare his collarbone. He knew exactly what he was doing to you.

“P-pretty much, yeah,” you replied, your eyes fixated on the skin of Loki’s neck. “And let’s be honest, are you really ever vulnerable?”

Loki chuckled, rubbing his neck a bit with his fingers. “I guess not,” he replied. You bit your bottom lip, having a hard time containing yourself. Sometimes dating a trickster was simultaneously the best thing and the worst thing you could do.

You pouted a bit, trying to give Loki the best puppy dog eyes you could. “Please?” you begged. For good measure, you shifted again, now sitting on your knees on the couch, facing Loki, with your hands resting on your knees.

Loki laughed again. “I suppose I could let you have your fun,” he said. He tilted his head back, looking down at you as he did so. You smiled before pouncing forward.

You kissed Loki’s jaw down to his neck, before taking a small amount of his skin between your teeth. You were careful not to bite too hard, just enough that he could feel it. Loki let out a small groan, one you knew meant that he was enjoying what you were doing. You let go of his skin, kissing the spot to soothe it, before opening your mouth to suck on it.

Once you were sure that there was a red mark, you pulled your lips off Loki’s neck with a small pop sound. You admired the hickey you created, as Loki slowly moved his head back upright. You could tell he was amused.

“Satisfied now?” Loki asked with a teasing tone.

“Never,” you replied, also teasing. “But that’s one less thing that’ll be distracting me.”

losing a life (to gain another)

Summary: Dan’s a ghost and a bit of a cock block but Phil likes him anyways.

Wordcount: 11,200

Genre: Fluff & Angst

Warnings (spoilers): homophobia, brief mentions of child abuse and neglect, cheating

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HIDDEN | ONE

Originally posted by wonhontology

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! This little piece right here is the first part of a mini series I’m planning. The first sentences are part of a writing prompt that I found (I needed help to get out of my writer’s block) and so this came out. I hope you like it, and please stay tuned for more.

Genre: Angst/Fluff 

Synopsis: Food poisoning is one of the worst things ever, and on the night you couldn’t stop throwing up, you needed your best-friend to be there for you. The problem is… he didn’t even come looking for you until the next day.

Warning: There will be violence, cursing, and smut in future chapters.

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“I hate you,” you spat.

“Okay, okay, reasonable, but have you considered this… I’m awesome,” he said, with a smirk and you rolled your eyes.

“I hate you even more now.”

He pushed your shoulder and whined. “Come on! I’m not that bad, at least you should be proud to have a celebrity as your best-friend. And a good-looking celebrity at that.”

“Best-friend, my ass. You’re the most stuck up, most self-centered person I’ve ever met!” You stood up from your seat in the leather couch and grabbed your purse and keys. You were ready to run for it, you didn’t want to see his face any longer. He disappointed you and left you alone when you needed him the most. Then, he was brave enough to have a pleasant conversation with you like nothing happened at all.

“Stop!” He said, all of the joking now dropped. “Don’t walk through that door.”

“Or what?”

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7 Thoughts On Singleness: Is Something Wrong With Me?

Anonymous asked:

I’m 27 years old and I’ve never had a boyfriend. I’ve only dated once but that didn’t go so well. I’ve prayed and I’ve prayed and I’ve asked God for my significant other but honestly sometimes I feel as if God doesn’t hear me. Which then causes my heart turmoil especially when I see other girls getting married and dating all the time. It just makes me feel like there is something wrong with me or I maybe I’m unworthy of someone else. I just really need some peace in this area or my life.

 

Hey dear sister, I know this is an especially painful season for you right now, but please allow me the grace to share a few thoughts with you.

 

1) Singleness is not a season of waiting.

I’ve said this before, but: You’re not waiting for a man.  A man is not the focal point of anything.  Jesus is the focal point of everything.

A Western culture indoctrinated in romanticism would lead us to believe that “singles” are simply biding their time, waiting for some significant other to save us from the throes of loneliness.  And I know that the latest pop song or chick flick or young adult novel has awakened some weird feelings in you, and it would even be nice to have someone. 

But relationships are hard work, celibacy is hard work, and life is hard work.  There’s really no such thing as waiting for a spouse: your life has launched into being, and there’s work to do.  If God is your priority, then a man who comes along who can even catch up to you would be dang lucky to have you. 

 

2) Singleness doesn’t define your value, ever.

What exactly is “singleness”?  I wish we would stop defining things by the absence of something else.  Being single doesn’t mean you’re somehow “incomplete” until someone else completes you.  Let’s pause to consider that even the idea of singleness is false at its best, and oppression at its worst.

In the first century, Apostle Paul wrote 1 Corinthians 7 specifically to address single people.  To paraphrase, he said, “If you want to get married, good.  If you want to stay single, good, and it could be better.” To you, this might sound ordinary.  But at the time, it was a loaded bombshell. This was actually an entirely revolutionary view of sexuality that had been previously unheard of.

During Paul’s life, the Emperor of the Roman Empire was actually charging a fee for the unmarried because it was considered bad for the economy and the family (never mind that Caesar was already bad for both).  Being married with a family was considered the gold status of society, and a single person could only have been a widow or prostitute; there was no middle ground.

So Paul comes along, and moved by the Spirit of God, completely wrecked the whole idea of family and marriage and singles.  He legitimized singleness as an absolutely acceptable life-choice, but more than that, said it can often be better for carrying out God’s mission on earth (1 Cor. 7:29-35).  Paul himself was single, which itself would’ve been quite a scandal.

 

3) Please don’t allow singleness to rush you into being not-single.

Take as long as it takes.  In the same passage (1 Cor. 7), Paul is urging us to not rush into relationships.  Not only is rushing this unwise because we could shortcut God’s growth in our lives, but we could end up getting into a string of bad relationships or making other poor judgment calls when we’re clouded by the impatience to be with someone. Again, relationships are hard work.  Pursuing anything goes beyond our idealistic hologram picture into a gritty, sweaty, pulsing reality that requires our everything.

God might or might not send someone to you tomorrow: but so long as you’re pursuing God, you might hardly notice.  That’s a good thing.  Find Christ, you find yourself, and maybe you’ll find someone else.

 

4) Your season of un-attached life, or the “gift of singleness,” is a unique season like no other.

There is a very particular way that God works through us when we’re not married or attached somehow, and it’s downright impossible for God to do those things any other way.  I’m not trying to diminish one status or the other, but there are pros and cons to both which cannot overlap.  I’m about to be married soon, but my married friend tells me the other day, “Use your remaining time wisely.  Have a lot of solitude.  Take long drives.  Read as much as you can.  Once you’re married, that’s it.  It’s good, but so is your time right now.”

 

5) It might simply be that others are intimidated by you.

It could just be that your godliness is thinning out the dating pool. That’s a good thing, too.

When I was single and I went after the lady who is my fiance now, I have to tell you that I was totally intimidated by her.  She was godly, she was a strong career woman, and she didn’t flirt back easily.  Compared to her, I was a scrub, and I knew I couldn’t really pursue her unless I got it together.  It could be very possible that other men see you as super-awesome, and as with most men, we’re just trying to get confident enough to make a move.

 

6) It’s okay for ladies to give a hint.

Do you see a dude you like? Ask him out for coffee.
Do you really, really want to meet someone?
It’s okay to be in situations where you meet people.
Are you kind of shy or new to the whole thing?
It’s okay to ask a friend for help. It’s okay to pray together.

 

7) Before relational intimacy with others, we first need relational intimacy with God.

My friend, again: I know this is a very tough time.  Anything I’ve stated here is not a magic formula or silver bullet that will suddenly wash away the nights alone.  I don’t mean to minimize anything you’re feeling, because I do believe most of us are called to be married, and singleness can be a tough time. 

So I want to encourage you to continue to seek after God and trust Him.  That’s probably the predicable pastor-ish thing to say, yet no one can give you the validation, affirmation, and approval that God gives you.  If we squeeze that from a spouse, we will crush them and crush ourselves. Before we can rightly estimate people in our lives, we must first hold an accurate picture of God and who He is, so that our foundation would be deepened to the very bottom of our roots. 

But more than simply seeing God as a vehicle to fill us, He is also the center of all things, the one who in Himself is worthy of all our affection.  He is the pure beauty we’ve been seeking in all our relational ties; He is the only love who knows us exactly as we are, the very depth of our ugliness, yet He continues to pursue us and press in.  I know that you know this.  Sometimes it feels like a pithy consolation prize, like “Yes I know God is God, but I want a date."  I just know that the more I press into Jesus, the more I understand that he became ugly so we might become beautiful, he was single his whole life and calls us his bride, he stayed on a cross to absorb all the ways we have failed: such a costly love puts all others in their place.  My situation might hurt me or maim me, and life is never easy, but we have one who stands with us always, who gives me a value and dignity apart from whatever I’m going through or have done, and in this, I am never truly alone.  Each day, even with my tiny frail faith, this is enough. Trust Him, bask in Him, know His glory. You are absolutely loved by Him, as if you were the only one that ever was.

"You are significant without a significant other.”

– Shauna Niequist

– J.S.

 

This post is now part of my book on dating here!

Party Animal (an Asa Butterfield imagine)

Originally posted by illusion-nonsense


Summary: Asa takes you to the premiere of Miss Peregrine’s, and you end up having to mother him for the night.

 

You weren’t much for parties, but your best friend Asa was attracted to them like moths to a flame. You’d usually end up being the designated driver, having to pull your drunken friend out of the party, much to his dismay. But, he usually thanked you later.


Tonight’s party was for the premiere of his new movie, Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children. Knowing that there would be children there, you hoped that Asa would behave, even just a bit. You weren’t exactly Asa’s date to the premiere, but you went with him.

 

Walking the red carpet was new to you, and you didn’t exactly like the attention you got. You wore a dress that you had found at the thrift store, as your invite to the premiere was so last minute. You knew people would be commenting on it later, but you knew that you looked good for a fish out of water.

 

The premiere after party started almost immediately after the event, which meant that the planning period for you and Asa was cut short. Usually, you planned a few tricks as you were also his wingman and he was your fake boyfriend when someone got a little too handsy.

 

The after party was alive and well. Lights were flashing around the dancefloor, and you could see some of the children dancing in the middle of it. The only person you couldn’t see was Asa.

 

“Looking for someone in particular?” you heard someone shout at you over the music. You looked behind you to find Finlay behind you. You smiled at him before nodding.

 

“Have you seen Asa?” you asked, barely able to hear yourself.

 

He shook his head. “Haven’t seen him since we got here,” he said. “Sorry lassie.”

 

You nodded, chuckling to yourself at the Scottish slang. You seemed a little less out of place here as you knew that not everyone here was British, and instead where from anywhere else.

 

You continued walking through the hall, looking for any sign of your blue-eyed best friend. Not that you’d be able to tell his eye colour under these strobe lights. Passing by the snack table, you picked up a cookie as well as one for Asa, he might be hungry. Tossing one of the cookies in your mouth, you wandered out into the hallway. The music significantly muted and there were just gentle vibrations from the bass.

 

“Asa?” you tried to call out, although, you did have a cookie in your mouth.

 

You wandered around for a minute before you stumbled across the coat room. Maybe he had forgotten something in his jacket and was looking for it. Opening the door, you noticed that the light was on.

 

As you opened the door fully, your mouth went agape, causing your cookie to fall out of your mouth, straight onto the floor with a soft thud.


There was a half-naked man in front of a very naked girl, and judging by the blazer on the floor, you were more than sure it was Asa. They both looked to turn to you and you quickly shut the door, your eyes wide. You quietly moved back to the hall, hoping to drown out whatever you just saw with as much alcohol as possible. You quickly decided against it, knowing that you would at least have to drive yourself home.

 

You stood on the side of the dance floor, watching as the younger children continued to dance.

 

“Did you find him?” Finlay asked, coming up to you.


“Yeah,” you said, dryly chuckling. “I found him.”

 

“Well, where is he then?” he asked.

 

“He’s… busy,” you said, averting your eyes to the disco ball that seemed to illuminate the entire room.


“Oh. Do you want to dance?”

 

You quickly looked at him. “Me? Dance? I don’t dance,” you replied, giving him a polite smile.

 

“What are you talking about? Everyone can dance!” he said, pulling you onto the dance floor. You eventually gave in, running to the dance floor with him.

 

You found yourself actually having fun, instead of chasing down Asa every five minutes to make sure that he wasn’t doing anything stupid.


“See? You’re a natural!” Fin exclaimed, spinning you around, your skirt gently flying up.


You let out a laugh, moving yourself to the music. After about 10 minutes, you two had gotten a bit tired and moved to a table to talk. You were there for minute before he spoke up.

 

“Looks like he’s coming for you,” Fin said, pointing behind you.

 

Looking behind, you could see Asa making his way over, your coat draped on his arm. He looked flustered.

 

“You okay?” Fin asked, “You look hot and bothered.”

 

Asa shook his head before turning to me. “We’re going.”


“What? I just started having fun!” you whined, stomping your foot. Fin laughed at your action.

“No, we should go, it’s getting late,” Asa said, tossing me my jacket.

 

“The twins are still awake,” you noted, pointing over to the dance floor, where the kids were chasing each other around.

 

Asa gave you a hard glare and you quickly got up. “I guess we’re going then,” you muttered, pulling on your jacket.

 

“It was nice to meet you Fin,” you said, shaking his hand.

 

“Tell Asa to give you my number, we should go dancing again!” he replied, giving you a quick wink. You blushed, although you were thankful that no one could see it in the horrible lighting.

 

You waved goodbye to him before you started towards the exit.


“What’s got your underwear in a twist?” you asked as you left the building toward the carpark.


“Nothing,” he muttered, as you crossed the street.


You shrugged, not wanting to push it.

 

On the ride home, it was fairly quiet, the radio being the only sound filling the car.


“I messed up,” Asa said, a few minutes into the car ride.


Your eyebrows furrowed. “What happened?”

 

“I may have said your name when Ella and I were… you know…”


You couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “That is the best thing ever,” you said, through your laughs.

 

“She thinks I’m into you!” he exclaimed.


“Well… you did say my name while you were doing her,” you reminded him.

 

“I didn’t mean it. You walked in, and then you were stuck in my head the entire time,” he said, frustrated.

 

“Did you at least get to finish?” you asked.

 

“No,” he muttered. “That’s the worst part.”

 

“Don’t look at me like that!” you exclaimed, when he looked over at you, suggestively.

“Fine,” he said. “I’ll just finish the job.”

 

You heard him fiddling with his belt. “Not in my car!” you said, disgusted.

 

He burst out laughing as did you.

 

“You’ve got to say my name in bed more often, it’s great!” you said, through your laughs.

 

He looked over at you, an eyebrow raised.


“I mean, when you’re with your one offs. It’s hilarious,” you corrected yourself. “Did she at least get your name right?”


“Yeah. But I wish it were you saying it,” he said, laughing to himself.


You rolled your eyes. “In your dreams Butterfield.”

 

“Always.”


 


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♡♡♡ Valentine’s Day Drabble 11/13 ♡♡♡

Originally posted by shininghoshi

Member: DK/Seokmin
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 1155 (this isn’t even a drabble anymore)


He hadn’t heard from you in six weeks. You had sent him a quick text that said ‘I’ll call you back in a little bit,’ except you never did. At first he thought you had just fallen asleep and then gotten too busy to talk to him, but after a few days he started to worry. He sent you text after text asking where you had gone, telling you that he loved you, telling you that he missed you. His stomach tied itself in knots as each day without a reply passed. If you weren’t on entirely different continents, he would have been at your door already.

Long distance relationships were hard. Secret long distance relationships were even harder. What wasn’t hard, however, was disappearing without a trace. Seokmin couldn’t show up at your door to check up on you, and he couldn’t call up any of your friends to ask about you. Every night that passed without word from you, he grew more and more anxious. Had something terrible happened to you? Had you been kidnapped? Had you just broken your phone and lost all your contacts? Had you decided that it was too much keeping this relationship up, and decided to just ghost on him? He couldn’t decide if knowing would have been worse than not knowing what happened.

He found himself listening to his voicemails to feel close to you again. He replayed the short clips of you saying things like ‘get on skype, dork, I miss you’ or ‘you must be asleep, I just wanted to call and let you know that I love you’ and he tried to hold back his tears. Tried.

After a month and a half, he was still just as broken up. He had no idea where the love of his life had gone, and there was no way he was going to just get over that. He had to do something. He’d never been to where you lived. You had always been the one to visit him, so he had no clue where to find where your apartment was. He knew what city you lived in. He knew that you worked at a big chain bookstore. All he had to do was get to your city and figure out which bookstore that was. Was this a little creepy? Yeah. Was it gonna stop him? Not at all.

As soon as he had a week off, he was on a plane. He landed and immediately got in a rental car, plugging in the name of the bookstore into the GPS. There were ten locations in your city alone. He didn’t even think about the hassle, his mind was only set on you. It took him hours. Store after store was the same.

“Does Y/N work here?”

“Who?”

He’d just dash back out the door, leaving a confused employee behind. He’d get in the rental car, cross this location off his list, and make his way to the next store. After he had already been to nine stores, he started to get nervous. He sat in the parking lot mulling over what to do if this wasn’t it. He had nowhere else to go after this. He held his breath and exited the car. He went in and came up to the counter like he had done nine times before.

“Does Y/N work here?” he asked quietly.

“Oh, yeah, uh, yeah. Not since the thing…but I guess they might be back soon?” the woman at the counter said, a nervous edge on her voice.

“What do you mean, what thing?”


The woman gave him your address and told him the basics of what had happened. He couldn’t believe what he heard, but he needed to get to you quick after hearing it. He sped to your apartment building, and tried his hardest to keep his breath steady as he went up the escalator up to your floor. His heart was about to beat out of his chest by the time he was knocking on your door.

“One minute,” he heard you call from inside. His chest clenched of the sound he had missed so, so much. There was rusting on the other side of the room for a long time. The door finally opened with a struggle, and he was taken aback from the sight of you. You were shockingly beautiful to him still, he took in the color of your hair, the look of your nose, and the way you mouth opened in surprise at the sight of him. He also couldn’t help but notice the new things about you he hadn’t gotten to see yet. The crutch you supported yourself on, and the small bandaged lump connected to your shoulder where your arm once was.

You collapsed forward into him as you burst into tears, and he carefully held you in his arms as you clutched him with your one remaining hand. You had missed him just as much as he had missed you, and now he was right in front of you. After the accident you hadn’t physically been able to reach out to him, but once you could… you weren’t sure if you wanted to. Would he love you even if you were broken like this?

You ended up back inside your apartment on your couch, where you clung to him and cried and apologized. You explained what happened, you told him about how you were lucky to escape with your life. There was no way you should have lived after your little car collided with a semi, but you did. Or, at least, most of you did. You lost your arm and a lot of feeling in one of your legs. Your life would never be the same, and you didn’t wanna weigh your celebrity boyfriend down with it. He had too much on his plate already.

Except, you wouldn’t weigh him down. He comforted you. He told you that losing you for those six weeks was the worst experience of his life. He loved you. And he wasn’t going to let you forget that.

“Seokmin?” you said, wiping the last tears from your face.

“Yeah?” he smiled down at you and rubbed your side comfortingly.

“Do you realize what today is?”

“…Tuesday?” he furrowed his brows, thinking hard.

“It’s Valentine’s day.” you said, smiling back at him for the first time since he arrived. You watched his eyes widen.

“Oh my god, I totally forgot! I’m so sorry, oh my god, I should leave and buy you cho–”

“Shhhhh.” you hushed. “This is the best thing I could have ever asked for. Other than my arm back.” you joked, cringing at your own situation. It was true, though. He really loved you. Enough to cross the ocean and search high and low for you. Enough to love you when you’ve broken. Enough to stay with you through anything.

- Marcy

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yuri on ice 

i walk my days on a wire / He’s both fragile and lethal, and he’s the most dangerous thing Otabek has ever let in close enough to touch.

you catch on like a bonfire / It’s one of the best and worst things about Otabek—the way he blurts things out like they’re obvious but still need to be said just because they’re the truth. 

the season of spirits / He did something at the last Christmas party that led Giacometti in Finance to call him “Table Master Yuuri” ever since.

the naming of cats / It sounds mean, and delighted, and Otabek knows that Yuri’s enjoyment of his pain is catlike because he has seen Murka do the exact same thing: dig sharp claws into skin and purr, pleased at herself.

a slow invasion of the heart / “You’re like a knife,” Otabek says, feverish. “A sword. Sometimes I think you have steel where your spine should be.” (just?? fuck me up???)

how to raise a tiger / Viktor pulls out his phone to make a notation in a document titled Yurochka’s Milestones!!

edit sober / “At first I thought you were using old breakup lines, but I really hope you never said that to an actual person.”

clueless / Another sale saved by heroic retail employee Phichit Chulanont!

Jealous - Henry Mills


“Henry, you’re being a fool.” “Of course, now is my fault”
he said frustrated.

You and Henry have been in a relationship since a couple of months, at the beginning it was a little hard, Regina didn’t want no girl near from her son, and having The Evil Queen as jealous mother from you boyfriend is something dangerous. But everything went worst since they returned from the Underworld and a special guest came with them. That guest was no other than Peter Pan, you knew him well, when you were a child he used to come visit you and he turned into your best friend.

Seeing he again was the best thing ever, you had so much to tell him you two spend so much tie together, fact that get Henry jealous every time, obviously he denied that, but you knew it. And it was stupid, Peter was like an old brother to you, and you were just like his little sister, nothing more.

“I’ve never said that it was your fault, just that you’re overreacting.” “I’m not overreacting, (Y/N). You have not spent time with me since we return, and it has been like a month. I think that prefer him over me.” He said and you laugh, it was so good seen him jealous. “Oh great, now you’re making fun out of me”

You still were laughing when you walk near to him and kiss him in a sweet kiss, he tried to resist, but he ended but grabbing your hips and pushing you even more near to him. When the kiss finished, you hugged him.

“For what it was that?” he asked you smiling “Because I love you, even when you’re jealous. Peter is my best friend since I was little; he played with me and listened every time I needed someone to talk with. But Henry, you are my boyfriend. You are the only person who can make me smile when I’m blue, or make me like pop music. You are my hero. And actually I like when you get jealous.” You said laughing.

Henry just kissed you, that were what he needed to hear, he had always being crushed in you and that was what he needed to realize that you were crushed in him to. When he let you go, he looked into your eyes and replied you: “I’m not jealous”.