with a hint of peppermint

Good Girls Don’t

There are a lot of things good girls don’t. They don’t laugh too loud, they don’t dress too short, they don’t swear and they don’t put themselves out there. They wait, and they do it while sitting properly in their pristine white dresses, with their hands crossed over their laps and their back sitting up straight.

There’s a lot of things good girls don’t and getting their panties wet every time they see a guy is definitely one of them.

You rubbed your thighs together as your fingers pressed tightly to the table you were sitting on, trying to hold on to a reality that was slipping away as you looked at him. You imagined the taste of his skin, and how it must have felt against yours when he was lying on top of you, and you thought about the fire of his kiss, and how it probably tasted like peppermint and just a tiny hint of sin. You thought about heaven and having him lie next to you at night.

The fire that had settled in your lower tummy was going to consume you all at any moment, and you shifted in your seat, trying to release some of the pressure that had built between your legs. You were definitely wet.

But as much as you tried, you couldn’t stop thinking about him, imagining yourself on your knees while your eyes obediently locked in with his. You imagined your lips wrapping around the two fingers he was offering to you, and the light bob you would do to take them all the way in, while your tongue pressed to them to suck them lightly, looking at him as his eyes, usually green and sweet, turned dark, the burning lust covering them as he gazed down at you. You even imagined the light gag of your throat as he pushed his fingers all the way in, and the moan that bubbled up from your very core when he slid them out, the strings of spit that fell down making you blush as you looked down.

“Look at me, yeah?” He would say, with his voice a little raspier than usual as he kneeled in front of you. “C’mon, kitten, look at me.” He would repeat his command slowly, a smirk curling up the corner of his lips as your eyes fluttered open to obey him. “Look at me while I fuck ya with my fingers, yeah? Use all that spit you left. Were you imagining my cock?” He would ask, his smirk growing bigger as you nodded, still unable to speak your own words, as your heart was knotting on your throat and beating rapidly at the sight of him. “You’re such a fucking good girl.”

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Doubt (reader x Bucky Drabble)

Characters: reader x Bucky, Natasha

Summary: A competition about who loves the other more reveals a deeper, sadder truth. 

Warnings: some fluff, then the angst. Sorry. 

Word Count: 1082

A/N: I don’t know where this came from but my brain wanted some late-night angst, so here you go. Perhaps I shouldn’t dwell on past relationships and their pitfalls late at night. Hm…

Originally posted by gliceria


You paused for a moment, tangled in an impossible dress that Natasha insisted you try on. Where the hell were the sleeves in this thing?!? Defeated, you decided to pull the dress off over your head and reassess the sleeves/neck hole/straps situation. Only Nat would find interest in such a complicated article of clothing.


Freed from the cloth, you smoothed down your hair and took another look at the dress.


“If you don’t answer that damn phone, I’m gonna smash it,” the redhead bellowed from the changing room next door.

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Peanut Butter - m.


member: Jeon Jungkook

genre: Smut, Fluff, Dogboy!au

warnings: Nsfw, Mature Content, Hybrid Smut, Don’t eat peanut butter while reading this!

↠  words: 2.1k

Originally posted by apgujeon

You threw your drenched backpack, filled with the school books that have drowned a couple of time, in the corner of the apartment door. The small, homely apartment that you shared with your boyfriend. Both of you and Jungkook were college students and juggled with a part-time job to afford the rent together. Since you and him didn’t want to live among the crowded students in the University’s dorm. 

The apartment was placed nearby the sea, making the rents much more expensive. However, the clear view over the Busan sea was unforgettable. Although they forbid pets especially dogs. There’s a big red sign right outside of the door with no dogs allowed. Of course, Jungkook being Jungkook got quite offended by that.

At the same time, no one can know what Jungkook really is. It’s best to keep it as a secret.

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Just a Kiss

Draco x Reader

Originally posted by patchismyhusband

As you begin your final year at Hogwarts, you are happy to get back to the hustle and bustle of class schedules, long nights in the library and nights exploring the castle. As a muggleborn, you have made it back to the school by some creative manipulation of your family tree and a couple of wizards claiming relation to you. The Ministry of Magic has allowed you to come back to school and you are grateful for every brick, every corridor and even Peeves.

Gathering your spell book and heading out of the Ancient Runes class, you hear a familiar drawling voice behind you. “How did you get in here mudblood? I am sure you’re here by mistake.”

Freezing on the spot, you look over your shoulder to see Draco’s rigid pale face and crisp silver eyes. Damn, he would be so gorgeous if he wasn’t always lobbing insults every time you see him.

“Are you sure I am the one that is here by mistake? I was unaware ferrets were on the list of approved pets this year. Remind me again who you belong to.”

Stunned only for a moment, Draco narrowed his eyes threateningly. “You will pay for this Y/L/N. Just wait.”

“Looking forward to it,” you bark back at him. Turning on the spot, you heading back to the dorm. The commonroom of Y/H/N is bustling and you gather a few of your friends to tell them about the confrontation between you and Malfoy. Your friends are helping you to hide your muggle status and vow to keep you company in the corridors to provide protection for the next few weeks. You all agree that this will all blow over as soon as everyone starts drowning in homework and no one has time to start petty fights.

Two weeks later Malfoy caught you, with a few friends, outside of the library.

“Still hanging out with the mudblood?” he said in a sarcastic tone. “You know; I wouldn’t even stand next to her. You might catch a muggle virus and have your pureblood status removed.”

Anger began ripping through your body as he laughs at his own joke. You lunge forward, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, and kiss him directly on the lips. Your rage mixes with an odd sensation of enjoyment as your body begins to hum with excitement. Why are you enjoying this? You hate him… or at least you thought you did.

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Good girls don’t (sneak peek)

There are a lot of things good girls don’t. They don’t laugh too loud, they don’t dress too short, they don’t swear and they don’t put themselves out there. They wait, and they do it while sitting properly in their pristine white dresses, with their hands crossed over their laps and their back sitting up straight.

There’s a lot of things good girls don’t and getting their panties wet every time they see a guy is definitely one of them.

You rubbed your thighs together as your fingers pressed tightly to the table you were sitting in, trying to hold on to a reality that was slipping away as you looked at him. You imagined the taste of his skin, and how it must have felt against yours when he was lying on top of you, and you thought about the fire of his kiss, and how it probably tasted like peppermint and just a tiny hint of sin. You thought about heaven and having him lie next to you at night.

The fire that had settled in your lower tummy was going to consume you all at any moment, and you shifted in your seat, trying to release some of the pressure that had built between your legs. You were definitely wet.

But as much as you tried, you couldn’t stop thinking about him, imagining yourself on your knees while your eyes obediently locked in with his. You imagined your lips wrapping around the two fingers he was offering to you, and the light bob you would do to take them all the way in, while your tongue pressed to them to suck them lightly, looking at him as his eyes, usually green and sweet, turned dark, the burning lust covering them as he gazed down at you. You even imagined the light gag of your throat as he pushed his fingers all the way in, and the moan that bubbled up from your very core when he slid them out, the strings of spit that fell down making you blush as you looked down.

“Look at me, yeah?” He would say, with his voice a little raspier than usual as he kneeled in front of you. “C’mon, kitten, look at me.” He would repeat his command slowly, a smirk curling up the corner of his lips as your eyes fluttered open to obey him. “Look at me while I fuck ya with my fingers, yeah? Use all that spit you left. Were you imagining my cock?” He would ask, his smirk growing bigger as you nodded, still unable to speak your own words, as your heart was knotting on your throat and beating rapidly at the sight of him. “You’re such a fucking good girl.”

“Hello! Are you there?” You heard someone say right next to you, the sound of your voice taking you by surprise and causing you to jump on your seat as a gasp left your lips. You had to thank your lucky stars the light in the room was pretty crappy, as you were fairly certain that you must’ve looked like a tomato at the moment, red up to your hair and firing up as you tried to sit still and crossed your legs.

“Jesus, Gems, I should put a bell on you.” You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest, much like you had done with your legs, an armor of protection against the world, just in case someone could read your thoughts and know…

“Sorry, just needed to know if you were still with us.” She smiled, the same childish smile you had seen so many times on her brother before. The very same one that made your knees buckle down every time it was directed at you. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, just a bit hot.” You smiled, looking at her as she took a seat right next to you, and looked to the stage where her brother was playing the guitar softly.

“He’s killing it, isn’t he?” She grinned, unable to hide her pride. “Makes you wanna kiss the idiot.”

“It does.”

It was impossible not to look at him. Harry owned the stage like he was meant to do just that for the rest of his life like he was born to be a star. Even with his disheveled hair, and the pink pants that you hated, he looked like a star, the brightest one up in the sky, and you couldn’t help but let your heart soar in your chest for him.  

I hope you can see, the shape I’ve been in

While he’s touching your skin

This thing upon me, howls like a beast

You flower, you feast

The set finished, although you weren’t sure how long it had lasted or how many songs he had sung. You just knew he looked glorious through every minute of it, and that the most sinful thoughts had reigned over your body during every second of it. He was hot, clammy hands and beads of sweat running down his spine as he made his way to you, and you let your eyes run down his neck, thinking about how it must feel like to kiss it, right where his pulse point was, and taste the saltiness of his skin after a concert.

“You sure you’re ok?” Gemma asked you once again, scrunching up her perfectly done eyebrows as she threw a worried look at you.

“Yeah, Daniel just hasn’t answered my texts all day.” You shrugged your shoulders, looking at her with a soothing smile as she pursed her lips a little bit, the frown on her forehead deepening as she took a big breath, one of those that warned you were about to hear a piece of her mind.

“Good, Daniel’s a bloody wanker, who doesn’t even want to call you his girlfriend. Tell him to sod off, you deserve better.” She said like she had just told an order you were supposed to follow suit. It didn’t matter, anyway. You hadn’t texted Daniel all day, and you weren’t even sure you wanted to. Still, he was a nice excuse, a great diversion from your real thoughts.

“I know.” You nodded.

“Do you girls know” Harry said, as he plopped right between the two of you, and his arms went around each of your shoulders, his lips curling into a huge grin as he looked at you, the sudden urge to kiss him bubbling in your tummy. “this is a party? Why the sad faces?”  

“We just had to listen to you sing.” You smiled, wriggling your eyebrows as his smile disappeared for a second.

“It was quite a travesty,” Gemma added, and by now, the frown on his face was almost ridiculous, as he squinted up his eyes to his sister.

“We’re still recovering.” You said. Harry stood up straight, crossing his arms over his chest while he tried to hide the pout that was threatening to come out if he didn’t hear reassuring words in the next couple of seconds.

“You were fantastic.” You caved in, smiling softly as a grin curled up on his lips. For a second there, you could’ve sworn his eyes had flicked to your lips, following the movement of your own as you spoke, but it was too quick, probably just a fickle of your imagination that was still heated up from all the dirty thoughts that had been circling in your mind.

“Thank you, love.” He whispered softly before turning to his sister. “And you’re not invited to anything anymore.”

“She started it!” She complained, rolling her eyes as he jumped from his seat to talk to the crew. He shook every hand, and kissed a lot of cheeks, saying polite things to everyone as he made his way through the room.

“Let’s go and look for him or we’re not getting outta here ever.” She said, smiling widely as she jumped from the table and looked at you, beckoning to follow her. Her expression turned serious, solemn almost, and her hand went to her tummy and she stood up straight. “And then, we’ll party.”

“Oh, I should probably go and look for Daniel.” You said, stammering a little when your eyes fell on your lap, not wanting to look at Harry anymore than you had to. You were afraid that if you did, he would know all the things you would let him do to you.

“Oh, no!” Gemma said, widening her eyes as she took your hand in hers to pull you off of your seat. “I told you, Daniel’s a bloody wanker. We’re going to party and he can go fuck himself.”

There was not much room for discussion, cause her hand was firmly wrapped around yours and as she started to walk to the exit, she dragged you behind, making you run a little so you could keep up with her. Harry shrugged, following behind the two of you to quickly disappear into of a black car that was waiting outside for you.

You sat next to Harry, which probably wasn’t the best idea, cause you could feel the warmth his body irradiated right next to you, threatening to spark the fire that had already settled down. Your fingers trembled, itching to grab his hand in yours, or maybe to trace down his thigh, squeezing the meaty parts between them as you leaned to give him a kiss.

The ride was torturously slow, every bit of it filled with Harry’s scent, cologne mixed with the sweat of his skin, and with the thoughts of him pressing you down to the mattress, arms pinned to the bed while his lips sucked on your skin. You could barely keep up with the lazy conversation, dizzy from all the images that kept rushing in your head.

“Babe?” You heard Harry say, but that wasn’t what caught your attention at all. It was the sparks, literal electric energy, that escaped out of your skin when he touched you, skimming his fingers lightly on your arm to call for you. A gush of air left your lips, and your eyes slowly met with his. They were green, bright and sweet even in the dim light of the car, and they looked at you with such intensity you had to wonder if the world had disappeared around you. “We’re here.” But it hadn’t. You looked out of the window now that the car had stopped, and for the first time, you noticed you were in front of Harry’s brand new home.

“I thought we were going to party.” You said in confusion, taking his hand to let him help you out of the car. This time it was more of a firework, a subtle, intimate firework that sparkled and shined just for the two of you. You looked at your joined hands, wondering if you were going crazy, or if he could feel it, the silent pleading of your own body to be his.

“I’m not in the mood for people.” He shrugged. “We can party here. Do you have anywhere else to be?”


“Good, I want you here with me.” He smiled.


The idea of a party often involves alcohol, loud music, and annoying people. This one had all of the above, the bubbles of alcohol buzzing in your head as you laid down. The grass was wet and it was probably a bad idea to lie on it while wearing a dress, but Harry was next to you and you were gazing at the few stars that popped up in London’s sky, so nothing really mattered.

The back of his fingers brushed against yours and you turned around to look at him. There was a boyish smile on his face, showing off his dimples as he laid on his side. His bottom lip got trapped between his teeth, and once more the intensity of his gaze was enough to leave you breathless.

“You deserve better, y’know that, right?” He said in a low voice, his minty breath fanning over your skin as you tilted your head to one side.

“Not everyone can be Harry Styles.” You shrugged, a smile curling up the corner of your lips when you peered up to be. “He’s not half as bad as Gemma makes him out to be, Harry. And it’s not that serious, anyway. I don’t wanna marry him, I just…”

“He’s a nice shag?” He smirked.

“He’s decent, and I’m not discussing my sex life with you. I’m not that drunk.”

“He cannot be a good shag.” Harry chuckled in disbelief, turning to lie on his back. The little hairs on your neck rose, looking at him as the light laughter rumbled in his belly. “First, I’ve seen his cock…”


“It’s not that impressive.”

“What were you doing looking at his…” You stopped yourself, grunting a bit as you turned around to lie on your back as well. Your arms crossed over your chest and you frowned as you looked at the stars up above you.

“His what?”


“Oh, c’mon, say it!”


“That word has to look so fucking pretty coming out of your lips. C’mon, say it.”

“You’re an idiot, Jesus.” You laughed, but still, a weird pride settled in your tummy at his words. Pretty, something looked pretty when you said it.

“Just say it!”

“His cock, Harry, his cock!”

no but do you ever think that Will falls asleep on Mike’s arm while watching a movie together

and Mike’s arm is all tingly and numb and he wants to move it so damn badly because it’s so uncomfortable

but then he just looks over at Will, fast asleep and peaceful for the first time in ages, still smelling like peppermint toothpaste and his pajamas having the faintest hint of cigarette smoke from Joyce’s smoking habit, his hair falling slightly in his eyes, his chest rising and falling gently with the waves of sleep, and Mike can’t do it. He can’t move, because why would he ever risk disturbing such a beautiful sight as this?

so he turns a bit and hugs Will to his chest very carefully, and it’s a win-win for them both. Mike, because his arm is no longer asleep as badly and he gets to hold Will, and Will doesn’t suffer any nightmares that night for the first time in /months/.


Plot: just Seb fucking you in a bathroom | Sebastian x Reader

Warnings: swearing, smut, oral, fingering, this gif I added???

Word count: 2375

A/N: I haven’t posted in a while so take this as a peace offering! Also, I’m not at home and I have really bad Internet access here so I won’t tag anyone atm!

Masterlist | Request

Originally posted by sebastiansource

A New Year’s Eve party with your co-workers, in a club. What a dream come true. This was the last place you’d wanted to spend the last night of the year, but here you were, standing next to the bar, a glass of red wine in your hand, waiting for your friend who promised to be back in 5 minutes, but it had already been about 20.

You watched people grind on each other on the dancefloor; two of your male colleagues making out in the corner across the room made you smile. They always did have a crush on each other, it was adorable, yet gross since they were practically dry humping each other in public. 

But then your friend popped up right behind you, startling you. “Giiirrlll, you have no idea what just happened.’‘ 

You snorted. ’'What?”

“I just met my possible future husband! Did you know Chris Evans is here?” she practically squealed. You arched an eyebrow in question, since you weren’t really familiar with the name. 

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Oneshots and Imagines:

~ Steve Rogers

I Don’t Think I’ve heard That One Before

The Words Never Spoken (Soulmate AU)

All That I Have. All That I Love

Ashwinder Eggs, Rose Thorns, Peppermint, and Just A Hint of Powdered Moonstone (Hogwarts AU)

There’s A War On

Kiss The Girl

Cravings (Pregnant!Reader)

~ Pietro Maximoff

Why no, I didn’t

~ Bruce Banner

The (Kinda) Lost and (Sorta) Found (Soulmate AU) 

Red and Green Affair 

Admitting You Have A Problem

~ Bucky Barnes

A Twist of Fate (Soulmate AU)

Somewhere Under The Rainbow

At Arm’s Length

Stitches Don’t Make Friends

Paper Doll


Spring Cleaning

Superbowl Surprise

~ Tony Stark

Victory Never Tasted So Sweet

When I Crawled Into Bed…

I’m A Wanted Man

A Family for Christmas

~ Avengers x Reader

Cold Eyes, Colder Shoulders

You Just Get Burned 


What You Watch On TV

What Club/ After School Activity Your Child Is In

How They Act When You’re Pregnant 

They Find Out They’re The Reason You Can’t Get Pregnant

Never Stop

You Decide to Adopt

Being In A Relationship With… Would Go A Little Something Like…

Bucky Barnes 

Steve Rogers

Loki Laufeyson

Pietro Maximoff


Peony Palace

I was totally inspired by @simlush ‘s Pink Cottage so I transformed my wacky holiday home Peppermint Parcel into an equally wacky pink house! (hint: look out for all a de-holidaying of all my seasonal houses coming soon!)

20 x 15 Pink Home (1 bed 1 bath)

§ 27,200 Unfurnished

  • 1 bed
  • 1 bath
  • Kitchen, living, and bar eating area
  • Patio and porch

Download on SimFileShare or Google Drive

CC list and info below the cut

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Let Me Warm Your Heart Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Word count: 3040

Summary: Being rescued by a kind woman has loads of benefits. She cleans your wounds, cares for you and you get a glimpse in her life. Is this the beginning of that fleeting feeling called ‘love’?

Disclaimer: I don’t own the FBAWTFT, JKR does. If I did, my boi Credence would have the mushiest happiest ending ever. GIF Credits to the owners. That cute face though!! 😍

Warnings: Mentions of blood, abuse, loads of fluff

It was normally a short walk from the sushi shop till Y/N’s apartment. The upside was the confectionery on the corner. Having a sweet tooth, she was wise enough to keep her candy stash refiller close. Its windows were usually pristine and the door was always open. Through these, wafted the heavenly smell of freshly baked bread or melting chocolate, which the baker used in abundance in a variety of goods. That evening she was walking back home, just about to turn the corner of a road filled with closed shops. They looked like dark, empty husks left by their occupants for the day, she thought, especially the eerie mannequins wearing the flapper dresses. Y/N was wondering whether one would look good on her when she heard the sounds of a scuffle. 

“What ya boys say we beat some sense inta him?” It was probably the drunkards that frequented the playground she thought. They were usually up to no good. Not wanting to get involved but curious nonetheless, Y/N crept up the pavement and cocked her head to the side, hiding behind the barely there, crumbling excuse of a wall surrounding the derelict playground. The scene made her draw in a sharp intake of breath. Whimpering in the clutches of one of the drunk hooligans was none other Credence. Putting her Auror reflexes to use, she gave out a shrill siren-like whistle and a quick Sonorus charm did the trick. “Shit. Why’s the police here?” one of them muttered before they shoved poor Credence to the ground and made a run for it.

Making sure that the hoodlums were completely out of sight, Y/N approached the shivering boy lying on the ground. She muttered Quietus, stopped whistling and waved her wand once, charming the area to make it seem empty so that no one accidentally stumbled upon them. She stowed her wand in its holster and approached the quivering boy. “Are you alright?” She asked in the gentlest voice she could manage, trying to pull his writhing form upright. But scared to his wits end the boy seemed to have gone into a panic attack. No amount of coaxing and cajoling was making it through to him. Taking his face in her hands, Y/N stared into his chocolate brown eyes for a few seconds making sure that she had his undivided attention. “It’s okay love, they are gone. You are safe now. Nothing will harm you…I won’t let anything harm you!” on hearing this, awareness dawned in his eyes. 

At least that was what she assumed when he gave a muffled sob and threw himself in her arms. Slightly taken aback by the sudden action, Y/N just whispered soothingly until Credence calmed down. Realizing that the people threatening him were long gone, he sagged in relief, his whole body turning limp in her hands. He sniffled quietly in the crook of her shoulder, his tears leaving a wet patch on her cloak. Credence idly thought that the woman smelled wonderful, like freshly mowed grass, coffee grounds, peppermint and a hint of something flowery. His fingers, which had been clutching tightly to the fabric of her cloak loosened their grip and withdrawing from her embrace, he blushed and gave her a small nod. “Thank you….for saving me and…sorry for….” at this point, he merely pointed to her cloak which was streaked with blood from where his fingers had gripped her.

Y/N’s eyes widened and Credence prepared himself to be admonished for ruining her clothes. But instead, she took his hands in hers and gasped audibly. “I am so sorry. If I had realised that they were harming you, I would have done something faster.” He looked at her with a puzzled gaze and she couldn’t help but think that he looked adorable. Puffy eyes which had turned red from the crying, a tear-stained face streaked with patches of blood when he had wiped his face, a pale face and mussed up hair. If you could ignore the obvious signs of being beaten, he almost looked like he had woken up and couldn’t get a bearing on his surroundings. Pulling him up with the tenderness of a mother with her newborn, Y/N spied the abandoned bag of food that she had left at the side walk when she saw the drunkards about to beat him up. She bent down to pick it up and said, “Let’s get your wounds bandaged.”

This was easier said than done. Credence had been reluctant to go to her house. “It’s getting late. My Ma…she will worry.” Detecting the notes of hesitation in his voice at the mention of his mother and not one to accept such feeble excuses, Y/N had said, “It won’t take long. I live just 5 minutes away. Come on, we need to stop that bleeding.” With this they had found themselves tiptoeing up the staircase and entering the apartment silently like fugitives. All this was a necessary precaution against complaining neighbours, she had said. God knew what kind of a fuss Mr Smith would create if he knew she brought ‘roughened up, good for nothing men’ to her house (his words not her’s). At this point her visitor had opened his mouth probably to turn down her help again but she had silenced him saying, “I’ll get the medical supplies. Just make yourself comfortable, okay?” Settling Credence onto the sofa, she entered the kitchen and retrieved the first aid kit from the nearest cabinet.

She unwrapped the gauze, cotton swabs and bandages, glanced over her shoulder to ensure that he was still in his place and took out her wand. It would do no good to either him or her if it was found out that she was a witch. For her because she would lose her job but majorly for Credence, because he was the eldest son of an anti-witchcraft zealot and it would be ironical if it were found out that he was rescued and helped by a witch. That didn’t stop Y/N from bewitching the medical supplies to heal his wounds faster though. Maybe she could even convince him to take a potion for minor abrations, she had a bottled version ready for times when she was posted on field cases. She filled a bowl with water, took some wash cloths and with the slightly magically modified medi-kit in tow, she entered the room again to find him staring at the photos adorning her wall.

Hearing her enter, Credence whipped his head to look at her and held up his battered hands as if non-verbally praying his innocence. “I am so-sorry. I was just looking. I d-d-didn’t touch anything I s-swear.” She frowned at his sudden frightened demeanour and said, “You don’t need to apologize, I’m not angry. I did say you could be comfortable. You can have a look around if you want.” Approaching him, she set the medi-kit and the bowl on the nearby coffee table and stared at the photograph that he had been staring at before her arrival. He looked at her once again with a confused expression. “If…if you don’t mind me asking, who…who’s that?” he timidly pointed at a picture of a family of three. A pig-tailed girl of no more than 6 years sat on a man’s shoulders, grinning ear to ear with a flower crown atop her head. A woman kissed the man’s cheek and held the girl’s hand while the man, presumably gave a huge belly laugh.

Fondness washed her features as she looked at the photograph. “They are my parents, that beautiful woman is my mom and the man laughing so raucously, looking like a happy lunatic, is my father”, Credence looked at her face but she had said it more out of warmth than with malice. “And that’s me seated on my father’s shoulders, pretending that I was the Queen and they my humble servants. I remember mother saying something on the lines of, “Well, a Queen needs a crown” and made that for me.“ She pointed at the tiny flower tiara and brushed the black and white picture lightly, as if wiping away non-existent dust.

Y/N seemed to be reliving that day of so many years past and he couldn’t help but feel the nostalgia colouring the room with something akin to love. “They look like nice people”, he said softly, breaking Y/N from her reverie. “They were.” She replied, looking back at him with a smile crinkling her features. But the smile seemed just a touch distant, hinting more of sadness than joy. He noted the past tense but didn’t pry further, it wasn’t his place. “Alright. We have to get your hands healed, take a seat.” Doing as he was told, Credence sat at the edge of the sofa. Y/N opened up the medi-kit and set out a roll of bandages, a bottle of some clear liquid and an ointment, before taking a seat beside him. She took his hands in her’s again and said, “I’m going to clean the dried up blood from your wounds. I’ll try to be careful but it might hurt just a smidge.“ 

He was thankful that she was being so thoughtful and gentle with him. She drenched the wash cloth in the bowl and painstakingly cleaned his hands. Sitting stock still so as not to impede her, Credence didn’t dare utter a word of discomfort. He was used to beatings much worse than this. Being treated so kindly was what he was unused to. He took in her form, gently tending to him, oblivious to his staring or the effect that she had on him. Her lashes, long as they were, brushed her cheeks everytime she blinked. Her touch was cool and gentle, holding his hands delicately, as if made from the softest of feathers. She absentmindedly brushed back a lock of hair that had fallen out of its place in her braid and he noticed for the first time how shiny her hair was. Being in such close quarters with her made Credence hyper aware of her ethereal beauty.

He couldn’t help but feel the tightness in his chest return, but this restricting feeling was different from the one he felt while in the playground. While that had felt as if he was about to explode like a pressurized cannon, this felt as if a mass of frothy bubbles had filled up his insides and where bursting to be released. “This might sting a bit”, she said again as she took a fresh cloth and dipped some of the liquid in the bottle onto it. It did cause him a bit of discomfort but he remained silent through it. It was the least he could do for her. “I think the wounds are cleaned up, all that remains is…” She trailed off, looking at his hands first and then fixing her sharp gaze on him. Credence looked down at what she had seen and shifted restlessly. The dried up blood had given his hands the illusion of being scar-free. And lost in his observation of her, for a moment, he had felt scarless too, both physically and emotionally.

Brought back to earth and it’s harsh realities, he said, “It’s okay. You ….have done so much… for me. I could bandage them…later.” He looked anywhere and everywhere but her, as if the mere sight of her would break this seemingly dreamlike state that he found himself in. If he met her eyes, she would know. She would know the truth. The truth about him, his Ma, his beatings, his tainted blood and all the things that were wrong with him. She would be repulsed at the mere sight of him and look at him with disgust just like Ma was. And then, she would have nothing to do with him. But Y/N surprised him once again. She took his hands and rubbing some of the cooling ointment on his hands, bandaged them carefully. She seemed angry but at what Credence didn’t understand. Had he said something to upset her?

“You don’t need to hide it. I can see what she has done, I’m assuming it is her by the way you react to her…” she whispered, but her voice carried to him in the stillness of the air. She brushed her hands on his palms, feeling the puckered skin which was marked in shades of red. A dull white in places where the old ones had healed and scarred, a raw red at the places where the fall had torn the skin again. Brownish bruises covered his fingers. Her flawless hands seemed almost otherworldly next to his and Credence was overcome by the urge to withdraw his hands and run away from this unreal sanctuary. “Don’t…don’t feel ashamed!” Her voice quivered and Credence looked at her again. Y/N’s face was flushed from the anger which quaked her voice and he felt touched. Nobody had ever cared for him so much. Not enough to heal him the way she did, not even to get angry over something like old scars and half healed palms. 

“You don’t need to worry. It’s alright…I…I deserved this…” He spoke carefully, trying to calm her anger and assuage her worries. She stared up at him defiantly and said, “Never for a moment should you ever think that you deserve this! You deserve kindness and love! Not beatings and pain and…not this… definitely not this….!” she trailed off, setting aside the bandages and looking at his hands again. She was more upset that he had thought and he couldn’t think of a way to comfort her. Credence berated himself mentally. He caused nothing but harm and problems for those who cared for him. It would have just been better if he had not come here.

He felt his hands being warmed by her touch and the pain seemed to abate a bit. Closing his eyes and dislodging the morose thoughts from his mind he said, “It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt…much.” He shrugged as he looked at her again. "It shouldn’t hurt at all.“ She replied firmly, resuming to bandage his hands and tidying up his bruises. After she was done with his hands, Y/N stared up at him and asked. “Are you hurt anywhere else?” Credence shook his head no. He felt an odd lightness in his being. As if he was floating in the air. “I should get going. It’s getting late…” he didn’t want to leave, this place that was the closed thing to an oasis in the desert of his life. “Wait”, she observed his face for a moment and wringed the wash cloth, motioning for him to come closer. He just stared at her, wondering what she meant. “Your face. It has a bit of blood on it. Let me wipe it off.”

If he had been frozen before, Credence became a statue carved out of stone now. There he was, sitting in the close proximity of this goddess of a being, wondering what good deeds he had done in his past life to have received this blessing. He would get beaten up a thousand times if it meant that she would be the one who took care of him like this. Slapping himself mentally for thinking of such impure thoughts, he continued staring at her as she grasped his chin with one hand and rubbed his cheek with the other. A look of intense concentration was on her face, her tongue poking out slightly as she wiped the stains away. Credence couldn’t help the blush that warmed his cheeks and dusted his face. He could feel her breath fanning his face and if he were to die this moment, he would die a peaceful death. 

Too soon the contact was over and he felt a mixture of disappointment and elation wash over him. Disappointment at the loss of the close contact and elation that it had happened in the first place. Y/N continued staring at him though and Credence couldn’t look away, trapped by the intensity of her gaze. He felt something shift in him as her eyes held his attention. It was almost as if the very air around them had changed, charged with an unknown energy. In those seconds of staring in the Y/E/C pools of Y/N’s eyes, he thought that something was about to happen. But she blinked and the moment was lost. She asked in a whisper, “You won’t stay if I ask you to, will you?” He shook his head no. “I can’t. Ma ….and my sisters will be waiting.” The implication of his words was clear. If he did not return home soon, his sister’s would suffer in his stead. 

Huffing an exasperated sigh she retreated back to the kitchen, to keep the supplies back in their place. “And I also had some nice sushi rolls today…” she knew he would still refuse but it was worth trying. Merlin, what had gotten into her?! He gave another shake of his head and said, “I must go….” He got up from the sofa and stared at her as she reentered the room to see him off. “Alright. Are you sure you can go back safely?” He nodded once in acquiescence. He fumbled a bit, unsure of what to do, as if wanting to say something but couldn’t find the words to do. He looked at her again and drawing confidence said, “Credence.” Y/N blinked once. Twice.

“It’s my name. Thank you for…saving me and helping me patch up”, he gave her a small smile. It was the smile that did it she thought. Just as he was about to leave, she spoke up, “Credence?” He halted immediately, looking at her curiously. “Y/N.” He looked at her for a moment before repeating it, “Y-Y/N.” Her name rolled off his tongue in a weirdly comforting manner. The exchange of names made something surge in Credence’s heart, something fluffy and full of warmth. It was as if the earlier bubbles had burst inside him and filled him with a joy so intense that he could hardly breathe. As he softly closed the door behind him, he couldn’t help but think, maybe this feeling was what they called ‘love’?

A/N: Holy smokes. 3000+ words. It was a race against time to finish this. Fluff is really not something that I’m used to writing. So I have mixed feelings about this one. Let me know how you felt this one was. Hope you like it! Excuse any typos. Also shout out to the fantastic @imaginingcredence whose Credence head cannons helped me survive a writer’s block. They are amazing!! ~mystical reading nerd

The Signs as Winter Things
  • Aries: Half-melted marshmallows in rich, dark, hot cocoa with a hint of peppermint.
  • Cancer: Wearing a Santa hat at one point in time just for the fun of it.
  • Taurus: Buying a limited edition something or other because of the holidays (makeup, clothing, food, etc)
  • Gemini: Putting up fairy lights in their bedroom so they twinkle with wonder.
  • Leo: Getting the latest holiday trends and looking the best they can in -20 F weather.
  • Virgo: Reading a holiday themed book or going to a Christmas play of some sort.
  • Libra: Going ice skating in a park or central area with friends and/or family.
  • Scorpio: Snuggling up under a woolen blanket and bingeing so many Netflix shows. So. Many.
  • Sagittarius: Still stuck on thanksgiving for some reason or another. They love it.
  • Capricorn: Bundling up and making a snowman out of the perfect consistency snow.
  • Aquarius: Going to a park or forest where ski trails are accessible, and then go skiing.
  • Pisces: Dresses in warm flannels or sweaters to keep cosy and sits by the warm fire.
colours | 2

Pairing: Luke + Reader | Calum + Reader

Word Count: 952

Summary: “You try again. “Lukey, I-I’m sorry, but you didn’t even try. I waited for you. I waited-” Tears started falling from your eyes. “I waited for you for 3 fucking years, Luke. 3 years. The moment I met you, everything was so, so fucking colourful. And it all turned that damn black and white.


You decide to let go.

Warnings: cursing, alcohol tw

A/N: dedicating this to @tadpolehemmings for being such a nice person !! really though, i admire her so damn much. anyways, should i make a backstory on when Y/N and Luke first met? Or how Calum found out Luke is her soulmate? Or maybe how Calum fell in love with her? Request away!


previously in pt. 1

“Then don’t believe in them anymore.” he answered in no time, staring at you intently. You were frozen in shock, not believing Calum’s words. Calum put his fingers below your chin, pushing your head up so you were eye-level with him. “I love you. So damn much.” Calum speaks. And with that, he presses his lips against yours.


You responded immediately, surprising yourself. His lips were chapped and his mouth had a hint of peppermint taste to it. You felt… free. It felt like you were released out of a depressing rusty cage.

Suddenly, soulmates didn’t even mean anything to you anymore. You and Calum pulled away from each other, gasping and out of breath. You lips kinked to a grin. The first smile after 3 hours.

You ask him, “Is this how letting go really feels like? I feel so… free.

He grinned back at you. “I think I love you already,” you joke, giggling in exhilaration of your previous action. “I know you would, Y/N. Soon,” he mumbled, bringing you to his embrace and giving you a warm hug. You bury your face into his chest, closing your eyes and inhaling his calming scent.

You cuddled up to him, sharing a comfortable silence with him. You opened your eyes, wanting to go get a cup of water, but instead, you see colours. You gasp, sitting up quickly. Calum’s features fill with worry, and he asks, “Y/N, are you okay?”

You look at him, noticing all of his handsome features. His brown eyes, pink lips, and brown hair. “C-Calum, I can see colours now.”


Meanwhile, Luke was busy drinking at the bar, letting Cammie kiss up his neck while sitting beside him. He stared down at his drink. He truly was drunk, and he couldn’t exactly process his thoughts properly.

His drink… was… grey..? At least that’s what he thought the colour was. He didn’t remember getting any kind of grey drink. Oh, wait, there wasn’t any grey drink served in the bar. He looks up, confused at the fact that his drink was grey.

To his shock, he was greeted with the sight the whole bar being black and white and grey. He turned his head to Cammie, and saw her in black and white too. He sobers up slightly, and stood up from his seat, stumbling slightly, only for Cammie to ask him where he was going.

He swatted his hand in random directions, suddenly finding Cammie’s voice horribly annoying and squeaky. He stumbled out the club, dragging his feet and leaning against the wall outside the club.

He was scared, because what exactly did his own soulmate do? He reached into his back pocket for his phone, immediately calling the first person on his call history. Which happened to be Calum.

Calum’s phone rings, and he answers. He asks what Luke wanted, because Calum was definitely busy being happy for you being finally free.

Luke only slurs back. “C-Calum? My soulmate. My soulmate gave up on me. She gave up on me. Everything’s so fucking plain. She gave up on me. She gave up.”

Calum’s eyes dart to yours, and mouths Luke’s name. You roll your eyes, giving up on bothering about Luke. Calum could only mutter back a “she gave up on you because you didn’t even let her try” and hung up.

Calum looks at you, and you give him a question look. He sighs, and proceeds to tell you about why Luke had called. “Luke can’t see colours anymore. He kept saying about how his soulmate gave up on him.”

You look at him, wondering why Luke’s world turned black, white and grey. As if Calum had read your mind, he answered your unasked question. “I don’t know about this, Y/N but I’m just gonna call this karma.”


You’d fell asleep at Calum’s place that night, and you definitely didn’t regret it. Waking up to both Calum topless and colours was a great way to start the day.

You decided to go home to and change and go out with Calum later on. You walked to your apartment door, only to find Luke sitting on the floor, with his arms covering his face, his legs supporting his arms.

You kneeled beside him, slightly shaking his shoulders to stir him. Luke’s head snaps up, eyes bloodshot and red-rimmed.

“Y/N. Y-you gave up on me,” he spoke up, his voice just above a whisper, last part of the sentence ending in a higher tone, almost like he was asking a question and stating something obvious at the same time.

You look down, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Tears were also welling up in your eyes. You take a deep breath, and started to speak. “Luke,” you say, pausing and trying your best not to let those stupid tears fall from your eyes.

You try again. “Lukey, I-I’m sorry, but you didn’t even try. I waited for you. I waited-” Tears started falling from your eyes. “I waited for you for 3 fucking years, Luke. 3 years. The moment I met you, everything was so, so fucking colourful. And it all turned that damn black and white.”

You were full on crying now, pitying Luke but you couldn’t go back to him. The one who hurt you. You couldn’t try to heal yourself with someone who first hurt you. You stood up, and you said, “I’ve moved on, Luke. You should be able to do so too. It took me a while to finally accept that I had the choice and ability to move on.”

You opened your apartment door, and locked it. With your back against the door, you slid down it, squatting there. Sobs escaped your lips and stupid fucking tears rolled down your cheeks.

You could hear Luke sobbing too. His heart was broken, and yours was on the mend. Calum mended your heart. If only, if only Luke wasn’t so into his fame, partying and hooking up with women all the time.

Once you realise you deserve better, letting go will be the best decision ever.” - Unknown

“Welcome to my reality.” ~ Symmetra

Siren Song Elixirs introduces Symmetra - an Overwatch inspired perfume oil

Fragrance - Cool electric blue notes mingled with small blue flowers create an effervescent, airy aura reminiscent of photon particles. Smooth, crisp green tea is kissed with milk & lavender and a hint of bright peppermint for a refreshing accord of light blue & green notes that are uplifting and enlightening. 

Key notes - Blue musk, Forget-me-nots, Green tea, lavender, peppermint

Ashwinder Eggs, Rose Thorns, Peppermint, and Just A Hint of Powdered Moonstone (Steve x Reader Hogwarts AU)

Got a request for a Hogwarts AU! I love Harry Potter so this was a dream! I hope the anon who requested likes it! Sorry it took forever to write! Hope you enjoy!(:


”(Y/N)!” You jumped in surprise at your best friend Natasha’s voice. You had been looking over your Potions notes and lost track of reality, leaving just you and Nat in the Great Hall.

“Oh hey Nat!” You smiled brightly at the red headed Slytherin who had been your best friend since you met on the Hogwarts Express your first year. “What’s up?”

“I’m trying to get my overly studious best friend to stop studying long enough to go to Hogsmeade for the day,” Natasha snatched up your notes as she talked and started looking them over. “Honestly, sometimes I wonder why you weren’t sorted into Ravenclaw.”

“I do not study that much!” You defended yourself as you snatched back your piece of parchment and tucked it away into your bag. “Besides I look much better in yellow and black.”

“Sure you do my little honey badger,” Nat slung her arm around your shoulders as you stood up from the table. “Now hurry up! Everyone else is already at Hogsmeade and if we want to grab a table at The Three Broom-”

“Wait!” You stopped in your tracks and gave Nat a funny look. “I thought I already told you I couldn’t go to Hogsmeade today?”

The Slytherin tilted her head to the side a little and gave you a puzzled look. “Um… No?”

“Oh Nat! I’m so sorry! I made study plans today and I can’t go.”

“Study plans?” Nat sounded incredulous as she scoffed. “You can study tonight when we get back!”

“No it’s not like-”

“Is it for that Potions test next week? You’ll be fine! You’re the best in our class! Now come on and-”

“I can’t go because I’m helping someone else study!” You finally blurted out. You had really hoped you could have kept it a secret from Nat, but she wasn’t really giving you much of a choice. It’s not like you kept secrets from her often, but when it came to certain things the Slytherin could get a little… overprotective. 


Even though her voice held nothing but curiosity you still felt the need to deflect the question. “You don’t know them.”

“Bullshit I know everyone.” She crossed her arms over her chest and narrowed her eyes. “(Y/N)?”

You averted your eyes and mumbled under your breath.

“What was that?” Now she was just taunting you. 

You looked her straight in the eyes and nearly yelled out, “Steve! It’s Steve okay?!”

“Steve Dawes? What the hell does Steve Dawes need help in Potions for? I thought he was-”

“Not Steve Dawes!” You interrupted in exasperation. You looked around the corridor you were in and deciding it was clear you whispered almost inaudibly, “Steve Rogers.”

“QUIDDITCH CAPTAIN STEVE ROG-?!” You quickly clasped your hand around Nat’s mouth as she looked at you with wild eyes. She pushed your hand off and started speaking in a much quieter, but still frantic, tone. “What in the fuck does a seventh year Gryffindor want with a fifth year Hufflepuff?”

“He just wants some help with Potions Nat.” Even as you said the words you hoped they weren’t true. Steve was a truly nice guy and you had hoped by helping him with Potions you could get to know him a little better. 

“Yeah right!” Natasha once again had her arms crossed. “He’s got something planned and I don’t want you meeting up with him alone until I figure out exactly what it is!”

“Are you saying I should just ditch my study session with him today?” You were kind of hurt that Natasha didn’t think you could handle yourself. This is exactly why you didn’t want to tell her in the first place. Every time she heard that a boy was even close to getting a crush on you she scared him off before he could make a move. 

“And why not? You don’t owe him anything!”

“But I want to help him! He’s a nice guy just trying to get through his Potions class Nat.”

“Fine…” Natasha huffed in agreement since she knew you could never resist helping others. “But only on one condition….”


“So… um… I thought we were going to be alone?” The blond haired, blue eyed Gryffindor shifted uncomfortably in his seat as the red haired fifth year Slytherin across the table stared him down with narrowed eyes. 

“Not on my watch Rogers,” Nat promised with an icy tone.

“Steve I am so sorry,” You were so embarrassed right now and all you wanted to do was disappear. “If you want to reschedule I totally understand.”

“No! No it’s fine!” He frantically answered trying really hard to put you at ease. “I’m just glad you could make it.”

His bright smile made the corners of his eyes crinkle as his twinkling blue eyes held your own. A small chuckle left your lips as you averted your eyes briefly, willing away the blush you could feel creeping onto your face. Before you could go back to looking into Steve’s beautiful eyes which had not once left your face Natasha obnoxiously coughed to remind you both of her presence. You were so startled that you knocked over your bottle of ink making it spill all over the table. 

“Oh gosh! I’m so sorry! Here I’ll be right back!” You rushed off to get something to clean up the mess with cheeks blazing in embarrassment before Steve or Nat could stop you.

“Sometimes I think she forgets we’re magic,” Nat broke the awkward silence as she waved her wand, instantly putting all the spilled ink back into its now upright container. 

Steve simply hummed in agreement refusing to even make eye contact with the Slytherin.

“What are you planning to do to (Y/N)?” If Steve wasn’t going to engage in pleasantries then Natasha was just going to skip them altogether. 

“I’m sorry?” For the first time since realizing she was crashing his study session with (Y/N) Steve finally looked Natasha straight in the eyes. His tone was shocked and honestly a little offended. No one ever really talked to him this abruptly. Well no one except for his best friends Sam and Bucky.

“(Y/N). The cute, innocent, pure little fifth year Hufflepuff you dragged to the library when its most secluded. What are you planning on doing to her? Because Rogers I am not afraid to take you on and take you down.” Natasha’s voice had remained completely level during this whole little speech. But rather than looking scared like she had expected Steve just looked… overwhelmed?

Steve sighed heavily and placed his folded arms onto the table. “I just… I wanted to ask her out. I know she’s younger and we don’t really talk a whole lot but… She’s so… her. She always wants to help people. And she’s so smart. And she’s beautiful. And every time we play Hufflepuff I wish it was me she was cheering for instead of her House. And every time we make love potions they always smell like her.” 

“You honestly like her…” Natasha was slightly surprised by the Gryffindor’s answer. Usually when she interrogated guys who claimed to like (Y/N) they just cowered off in fear or shrugged their shoulders with unspecific mutters. 

“Yeah.. But hey if she asked you to come today because she didn’t want to have to tell me that she’s not interested that’s totally fine,” Steve started packing up his parchment and Nat could see the frustration in his eyes. 

“She didn’t ask me to come today.” Natasha’s words stopped Steve in his tracks as his eyes snapped up to look at her. “I invited myself because I didn’t want her getting hurt by some loser.”

There was yet another awkward pause as Steve was torn on whether or not he was supposed to be offended by the red heads blunt words. 

“But… And it pains me to say this Rogers, if you promise not to hurt her I’ll leave and you can ask her out like you had planned.” Natasha kept her eyes focused on the side of the table as she offered Rogers the deal. She didn’t want him to know just how hard this was for her to do. 

“I promise Natasha,” the sincerity in his voice made Nat give a brief nod before turning on her heels and start walking away. 

“Tell (Y/N) I had to go help Clint get out of a tree again.” Natasha called over her shoulder. She paused briefly at the door to give Steve one last warning look before leaving, “And next time don’t plan anything when we’re supposed to go to Hogsmeade. Chicks before dicks and all that good stuff.”

Steve was still chuckling lightly to himself when you rushed back in the library with your arms full of paper towels. “I think I got enough to-… oh.”

“Hey!” Steve turned around and looked at your flushed face. You had been running around the castle looking for as many paper towels as you could hold. “Natasha cleaned up the spill almost as soon as you left.”

“Of course. I once again forgot we could use magic,” you muttered under your breath before picking up your volume again. “Where is she anyways?”

Steve looked a little uncomfortable but managed to get the lie out in a smooth voice, “She said something about having to help Clint out of a tree.”

“Oh…” You slowed your movements as you were placing the paper towels onto an empty table nearby, realizing that if Natasha had left it meant you and Steve were all alone.

“Yeah…” Steve spoke in the same cautious tone you did, studying your every move, and hoping he didn’t scare you off before he could ask you out. “(Y/N) I have something to confess.”

“What did she do?” You closed your eyes tightly and prayed Natasha hadn’t scared Steve off like she had everyone else.

“What? Oh- no! Nothing! It’s not about her.. It’s actually about this whole study excuse.” Steve was rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly and peering up at you through his eyelashes. 

“Excuse?” You could feel a smile tugging at your lips as you realized your earlier wish was coming true. “Steve Rogers did you pretend to need help with Potions just to spend time with me?”

“Maybe?” He was no longer playing bashful, but instead had a full blown grin on his face. You both laughed as you stepped closer towards each other. 

“That’s not very nice now is it?” You teased now having to tilt your head up to look at him.

“How about I make it up to you?” He was grinning down at you and you could tell his hands were itching to grab yours.

“How?” You took his hands in yours and started playing with his fingers.

“Would a date work?” A tone of nervousness returned to his voice.

“I don’t know,” You teased, pretending to think about his offer. “I have a lot of studying I have to do.”

Steve just laughed as you gave him a bright smile and without even thinking about it connected his lips to yours like he had been wanting to do for so long now. And as cliche as it may seem you swore the kiss was magic. 


Again so sorry for the incredibly long wait! I hope it was worth it! Requests are open!(: 

The fighter and the lover

Allegro & Staccato part 2- Annie celebrates 700+ lovelies


Warnings: ANGST - it’s called the break-up for a reason.

Word count: 3.217

Summary: The second part to the followers celebration. Bucky has to make a tough decision and makes the wrong one. Based on this song.

A/N: This is also a part of the song challenge as hosted by @mrs-squirrel-chester and a special tag goes out to @justareader because I promised I would tag her :)

Part 1: the chance encounter

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Insecure: Harry Potter

Originally posted by bibliophilebunny

Jealous Harry Potter (Requested)

“I don’t know what to do anymore Draco. He’s been so distant and cold towards me, I fear that he may not love me anymore,” I managed to say through a flood of tears and hiccups. Harry and I had been dating for little over two years but lately he had started to become disconnected from our relationship: missed dates, forgotten events and frequent fights that revolved around nothing. At first I thought that he had simply been going through a lot with the latest death of someone close to him and the impending war but Hermione assured me that he would return to normal, that was months ago and now I didn’t know what to believe anymore.

“Potter is a fool,” Draco says and runs his slim fingers through my silky (hair color) curls and then traced soothing patterns on my back. “If he can’t appreciate such a wonderful girl as yourself then he doesn’t deserve you.” I smiled sadly and snuggled into the arms of Draco even more and the blond simply held me against his broad chest as I whimpered and sobbed like a five-year-old who lost her toy. Draco had been my best friend since we were babies and he had been the first one to know about me and Harry, even though he didn’t approve of me dating Potter at first he slowly came around to the idea and gave us his approval.

Soon the tears had dried and the silence hung around us as we simply held each other underneath a shady Oak tree that was down by the Black Lake. My body slowly relaxed and the grip I had on Draco’s white dress shirt loosened as a wave of exhaustion suddenly hit me. I felt my best friend shift underneath me and soon I was laid down on something soft and the faint hint of peppermint and cologne drafted towards me. Even though I was almost asleep I was still aware of everything around me so when I heard Draco stand up and the distinct sound of him removing his wand I knew something was about to happen.

“What are you doing here Potter?” He seethed and I imagined the platinum blond tightly gripping his wand and pointing it towards the latter.  I could also imagine Harry glaring back at the first boy and pulling out his own wand in case there was to be a duel between the two.

“I was looking for my girlfriend, what are you doing with (Y/N)?” questioned Harry and then there was silence and I was ready to open my eyes and see what was going on when I heard Draco release a hoarse dry laugh.

“Girlfriend. You’ve been avoiding (Y/N) for the last five months. She’s been heartbroken because of you and you’re so bloody blind that you can’t see it!” Draco all but screamed and I heard shuffling before someone fell to the floor and I opened my eyes, finally, to see the two rolling around on the ground and throwing fists here and there. I immediately jump up and grab my wand before using a spell to part the two idiots and immediately stood between them so that they wouldn’t begin hitting at each other again.

“What the bloody hell you two,” I shouted, pushing at Draco’s chest all while trying to hold Harry back with one of my hands. “Why are you two fighting?” I question and wiped my head between the two glaring gits and finally sigh when Harry decides to be the one to speak up.

“I see the way he looks at you; the way he touches you. Only I’m allowed to touch you like that (Y/N), I don’t want his slimy hands all over my girlfriend,” Harry sneers and finally stops struggling and dust off his robes and straightened them. With a roll of my eyes I released Malfoy and turned to Harry before placing my hands on my hips.

“If you had just talked to me Harry, just stop and talk to me then you would have known that I love you. Malfoy is dating Cho for merlin’s sake, they’ve been dating for the last several months and you would have known that if you weren’t pushing me away from you and acting like a complete douche!” I could feel tears forming in my eyes and not wanting them to see me crying I picked up my books and took off running, ignoring the sounds of plead from my boyfriend and best friend.

I ran until my legs couldn’t carry me anymore and when I furiously wiped my tears away and looked up I saw that I was standing in the middle of a room that I had never seen before. Releasing a struggling cry I slammed my books down on the nearest desktop and began to pace around the classroom as I allowed the tears to freefall from my face and splash against the dark tiled floor. Finally, not being able to hold up my emotionally and physically tired body I sunk down to my knees and wrapped my arms around my torso before sobbing by myself like I did most nights.

I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist and I was too tired to struggle so I allowed whoever it was to pull me to their chest and hold me against their chest. Through my tear streaked face I could make out the person’s dark brown hair, bright blue eyes and framed glasses, finally piecing together who it was the tears just came harder and my body shook more. “Shh, (nickname) I’m so sorry. I just saw how good you and Malfoy got along and I thought that maybe if I pulled away from our relationship you would realize that you deserved better than me, that you deserved someone who didn’t have a target on their head every day.”

I threw my arms around the chosen one and pulled him closer to me and just held him while he mumbled out apologies after apologies and how much he loved me. I wiped my tears away until I could see clearly and then pulled away from the dark haired boy and gave him a small smile before frowning, “did you really mean all of what you said?”

He nodded his head quickly and I smiled before chewing on my bottom lip as a nervous habit. I eased myself away from Harry’s arms and went over to a window that had a perfect view of the courtyard below and I could see Ron and Hermione studying on a bench near the fountain. They had their own relationship troubles but no matter how much they argued they never let it get to their relationship and that was probably the main reason why they were still strong after four years, even when they were two completely different people.

“Next time Harry just come to me and tell me how you feel,” I mumble and wiped around to see him walking to me slowly. When he was merely inches away I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair and over his scar before I reached up and gave him a small kiss. “No more being a jealous idiot, okay?” I questioned when we pull away and with the tint of pink on his cheeks he nodded and leaned down to press his lips against mine once more.

“I promise,” he mumbled and neither noticed the blonde Slytherin closing the abandoned classroom door behind him and heading towards the Great Hall with a wide grin on his face and a small pep in his step.

anonymous asked:

How would Gom + Himuro + Nijimura + Hanamiya steal kisses from their s.o.?

Kuroko: Tapping your left shoulder, Kuroko steps to your right to escape your vision. The moment you swing around to look in his direction he swoops in for a kiss, thoroughly surprising you. There’s the hint of a smirk on his lips when he pulls away; he’s thinking of other ways to steal more kisses.

Kise: Honestly, you should’ve expected this behavior when you banned Kise from kissing you in public places. The moment the two of you are behind closed doors he’s tackling you to the nearest surface, lips finding yours in an attempt to make up for all the missed kissing opportunities.

Aomine: Snatching your chin between his fingers, Aomine pulls your face close enough for you to feel his breath fanning against your skin. He wastes no time in closing the distance, lips fully on yours to steal the kiss he’d been craving since the moment you stepped in the room.

Midorima: It wasn’t normal behavior for Midorima to be pining for a kiss from you so he didn’t really know how to go about asking for one to satisfy his craving. He kisses you during a quiet moment in your study time together, surprising you with his sudden forwardness.

Murasakibara: Kissing you mid-sentence, Murasakibara catches you completely off guard while simultaneously getting you to stop talking altogether. His goal was to get you to forget the conversation completely and it actually works. For a few minutes, at least.

Himuro: Blaming it on his curiosity, Himuro leans in for a kiss the moment your lips leave the mug you’d been drinking out of. He can taste the hints of peppermint and chocolate on your skin, addictive and sweet. Daring himself for a better taste, he gives your lower lips a quick swipe of his tongue.

Akashi: With his hand over yours and his eyes staring deep into your own, the air definitely had a romantic feel for you and Akashi. It wasn’t a surprise when he finally leaned in to kiss you, but the magic and fireworks you felt behind it definitely made up for that.

Nijimura: The gift in his hand, presented to you, was more than you could have ever imagined from Nijimura. The ring was beautiful and sparkling, a promise for the future to come. Amused by your awe-stricken state and taking it as your acceptance, he leaned in for a kiss.

Hanamiya: You’re cornered between the wall and his body, Hanamiya hovering over you with his face as close as he could get without touching your skin. His breath is warm against you as he leans in for a kiss. Could it really be called stealing if you were so willing to give it up?

Kissing - BTS



Originally posted by ijustdonfuckincareaboutyou

Originally posted by painfulblisss

Kissing Jin would be relaxed and natural. He would welcome you into his arms and gently wrap them around you. His casual kisses would be short but sweet. His taste as well would always be perfect, a hint of vanilla or peppermint lingering on your lips after. When in the right mood Jin would also give passionate and long kisses, pouring his feelings into you and taking his time.


Originally posted by gabidreamy

Originally posted by universexy

Jimin’s kisses would be spectacular. Sometimes he would make them light and simple, other times heavy and dramatic. He would be spontaneous as well, always surprising you. He would be quite physical and forceful too. His plump lips, like Jin’s, would always make you a little bit weak as you devoured each other during passionate moments.


Originally posted by wallofdesire

Originally posted by ruh-umsurrealizm

Yoongi would be a sensual kisser. His kisses wouldn’t be as frequent as Jin’s or Jimin’s, but would be just as amazing. He always caresses your face when kissing, bringing your lips to his. We all know Yoongi is a professional sleeper too, he would give lazy kisses while snuggling with you, murmuring things.


Originally posted by pleasingpics

Originally posted by relationshipaims

Jungkook would go full out all the time, in private. His usual kisses would be deep and sensual, capturing your full attention. This boy would love dominating your lips and making you weak. He would always get as close as possible to you while kissing, wanting to feel you against him and like Jimin he would be a little bit forceful.


Originally posted by couplepostshq

Originally posted by omganidiot

Taehyung’s kisses would be… not traditional all the time. He would sometimes run his hands through his hair carelessly before caressing your neck and giving you a sensual kiss. His passionate kisses would be deep and skilled, sometimes introducing his sinful tongue. Other times his kisses would be spontaneous like Jimin’s, but still heavy and flavorful.


Originally posted by kissing-pleasure

Originally posted by lifeofvanja

Hoseok would be the king of spontaneous, sexy kisses. He would be so surprising sometimes you would fall into a fit of giggles, out of breath, after. His kisses would also be skilled and dangerously addictive. You would often try to steal chaste kisses from him whenever you could.


Originally posted by coupleromance

Originally posted by cuddletogether

Namjoon’s kisses would also be full of meaning. His lips might be slightly clumsy at first, but eventually he would set a good pace. His hands would definitely be wandering and sensual, usually leading to something more. His other kisses would be tender pecks, given at random times.

A/N: When I say “forceful” I don’t mean anything against your will, just demanding. If you like this one, make sure to check out the other ones I have^^

OTL Namjoon’s gif looks like it is from a porno

I can totally picture Jin and Taehyung in their 1st gifs omg

A Throne of Glass and Fury: Part IX

So, a few things first:

1. I reached over 1.1 thousand followers on here!!!

2. I can officially use Tumblr again now that I’ve finished Empire of Storms


So, without further ado….


Aedion was gazing across the field, at the beautiful woman who’s green eyes seemed  to blaze in the show that Aelin and Rowan were currently putting on —snow and fire dancing and playing around each other. The breath was nearly snatched right out of his lungs as Lysandra smiled.

She was so gods-damned beautiful. 

And he was a rutting coward for not having admitted his feelings to her yet.

He thought about it plenty enough. He had even thought about how he would go about expressing his feelings. It wouldn’t be anything lavish; After all these years, Lysandra’s taste for pretty things hadn’t exactly dwindled…she had just found things she valued far greater than dresses and jewelry. 

Lysandra suddenly turned, her eyes going straight to him as if he had called out her name and then she was walking towards him. She stopped once she was close enough to reach out and take his hand if she so wished, and a glint of something dangerous sparked in her eyes as she murmured, “You will visit my rooms tonight.”

He opened his mouth…to do what, he wasn’t sure.

“That wasn’t a request, General. It was an order,” she smirked. “Besides, you haven’t finished that story you started early today, and I refuse to go to bed without hearing the rest of it.”

He looked at her. Really looked at her. At her hair, a silky sheet of black that stopped just above her breasts, at her eyes that reminded him of the green fields of Terrasen, at that sensous mouth.

And he tried, gods damn him he really tried to think of something snarky to say, even attempted to slip his face into that care-free cockiness he had been known for. But his eyes were solemn, and he meant it when he said, “Okay.”

A flash of surprise on her face.

“Okay? That’s it? No, ‘You’re not in charge of me, Lady’? No, ‘Perhaps I’ll be busy visiting someone else’s bed tonight’?” 

Aedion only chuckled once before bravely taking one of her hands in his. They had lost the soft daintiness of a lady used to living in squalor, callused from living through battle…however they still managed to maintain some of that delicacy that had never seemed to leave her after all these years. 

Lysandra glanced at their entwined hands, her breathing seeming to have all but stopped as she examined the way his large hands engulfed her smaller ones. As if in a type of trance, her thumb traced the back of his hand, feeling the calluses and roughness of it.

“Lysandra,” he said softly. Her eyes met his, but before he could finish his thought, there was a sharp intake of breath.

Aedion had his sword drawn less than a heartbeat later, and when he dared to glance at Lysandra, the beautiful courtesan had transformed into her favorite form: Snow Leopard.

His eyes were darting around, quickly and thoroughly assessing the situation and scanning for any signs of danger. Lysandra was lowly growling, poised and ready to strike as three figures were making their way towards Feyre and Rhysand.

But the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court did not seem at all worried. In fact, Feyre’s arms opened in warm welcome at the sight of the three guests. 

A soft wind blew in his direction, and Aedion knew that it had been a deliberate move on Rowan’s part. A silent order. 

Their scents—get their scents.

Two of the three were distincly female. Whereas one smelt like cinnamon and spices, like steel and bravery, the other smelt like a fresh garden..like soil and wind and a hint of peppermint. The last, however, was male…and he possessed a scent that was an interesting mixture of fall leaves and sweet spices and sunlight and roses. There was nothing that screamed ‘Danger!’, but Aedion had quickly learned over the years that the very things that seemed safe were usually the most dangerous of them all. 

So Aedion—along with the rest of the Terrasen court, he realized—remained in their defensive positions, ready at any time to eliminate any potential threats that these three new Fae would pose.

And then Feyre was turning towards them, preparing to introduce the Court of Terrasen when she stopped, surprise and slight amusement flickering on her beautiful features.

“Quite the guests you’ve invited, Feyre,” said the woman who smelt of spices and steel. 

A faint blush crept up the High Lady’s cheeks. “I suppose I should properly introduce you all,” she cleared her throat. “May I introduce my sister’s Elain and Nesta, and Nesta’s mate, Lucien.”

Aedion surveyed them all and realized now that the two women did somewhat resemble Feyre. 

The one introduced as Elain posessed the same golden-brown hair as her sisters, but where Feyre and Nesta had eyes the color of the sky just before it rained, Elain’s resembled rich soil. Everything about her was lovely—from her slender face to her delicate frame. 

Nesta was her complete opposite. Two different sides of the same coin. Nesta’s face was made up of sharp angles and calculating eyes. Where Elain was all long limbs and graceful features, Nesta was all curves…a body that very much resembled one a certain shape-shifter had been trapped in years ago…

And the male had hair the color of wildfire, one russet eye and one mechanical one. He was tall and thin, but something told Aedion that there was also muscle beneath his clothes. He was beautiful…handsome even, though his expression reminded Aedion very much of Dorian—two high-born males that had seen and endured tragedy and despair and lived.

Feyre went on to introduce the rest of them, and it did not escape Aedion’s notice that Cassian seemed to gravitate closer, almost as if by an invisble force, to Nesta. 

“We just finished eating a few moments ago,” Rhysand said, but Aedion read the hidden meaning.

“That’s alright,” Elain smiled prettily. “The journey took longer than expected.”

A delay. Something had delayed them.

Aedion knew that Rowan had also picked up on the underlying meaning when the Fae King glanced his way.

Lucien placed an encouraging hand on Elain’s elbow and smiled at them all in turn. “I apologize for arriving and leaving so abruptly, but we have traveled a long way and wish to rest for a while.”

“No need to apologize, Lord Lucien–”

The red-haired man politely interuppted, “Just Lucien, if you please.”

Aelin smiled at him. “No need to apologize, Lucien. Rest. We’ll all catch up over breakfast tomorrow morning.”

Not a question, but not quite a command either. There was no room for argument in the Queen’s tone and they all very well knew it. If you didn’t show up for breakfast the next morning, there had better be a damned good reason.

They all said their goodnights and parted ways, and as Lysandra and Aedion retreated to the former’s rooms, he couldn’t shake off the feeling that there was something wrong. That there was something the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court were not telling them.

And he wasn’t quite sure he appreciated being left out of the loop.