Imagine your first kiss with Vladimir (Vladimir x Reader)
It was dark and the dead of night. You did feel slightly uneasy, going to an isolated, tall house, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees, in the middle of the night. You’re eyes locked onto the two warm, yellow lights on the porch. Lighting the stairs to the porch. It was odd how at home you felt under the lights. You didn’t expect to make it to the door to knock but was surprised when you were still alone and knocking the door. You took a few steps back.
“(Y/N).”
You turned to see Vladimir leaning against the wooden post of the porch.
“How did you…”
Vladimir gestured to above. “I climbed out the window.”
“woah, I didn’t even hear you land.”
Vladimir smirked for a moment before it was gone. “What are you doing here?”
“Honestly?” You shook your head. “I don’t know. I’ve been wandering.”
“You’ve wandered out of the country.” Vladimir smirked slightly. “Is something wrong?”
“No… everything is fine but I think something has changed about me.” Vladimir continued to listen. “It doesn’t feel like home anymore, so I’ve just been…roaming really.” You moved closer. “That’s very dangerous, you’re vulnerable… defenceless.” Vladimir stated. “I’m lonely.” You crossed your arms standing beside him, almost touching. Vladimir was silent, looking down at his shoes. “I need to tell you something.” He said suddenly. “Go on…”
“I believe Stefan told you I was fond of you.” He began.
“yeah, he said you really liked me for a human.” You nodded.
“It’s much more than that.” He paused again. “I’m very fond of you, more than I should be. Do you understand?”
“I’m not sure.”
“I mean, you’ve caught my attention and have done so for a while. I have no interest in being your friend because I want you to be something completely different. I’m much more fond of you than any friend should be, which is why I can’t be your friend.” You took a moment to register what Vladimir had just said. “Oh…”
“I’d watch how you hold yourself around me.” Vladimir said quietly, his hand gripping the material of your hoodie at your stomach. You tilted your head in confusion and Vladimir spoke again. “You’re leaning into me, looking up at me.” He said softly. “I’m giving you a choice here. I may have told you my feelings but you can still walk away from this…and if you intend to walk away, then leaning up to me really isn’t fair.” He finished weakly, as though holding himself back. “But I’m not walking away.” You took his arm. He was stiff, he didn’t move, like a statue. His expression was unreadable. You couldn’t stop yourself as you leaned in. A million thoughts rushed through your head when your lips pressed against his and none were coherent before washing away in an instant. The kiss was slow and after a few moments picked up before Vladimir pulled back, holding you at arms length. “Wait, wait, wait, you haven’t answered me. You haven’t answered me. Let me tell you now love, if it’s a rejection…those kisses are very verycruel.”
“You really, need the assurance? I thought it was obvious.” You grinned. “I’m honored.”
on purpose!!! love people on purpose!!! find someone wonderful and love them and tell them it wasn’t an accident, you had a choice, you saw who they were and realized how lovely it would be to love them, and it is!!! i made a good decision! i love you on purpose!!!
When C.S. Lewis wrote “but some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.”
When I read this age 6 I didn’t understand it at all. I didn’t believe you could grow out of fairytales. Age 24, I understand it now. It’s not about growing out of fairytales, but discovering them once again, and fitting the last piece into a puzzle you didn’t quite know you were trying to solve.
At some point, sooner or later, the grief of the world hits you like a sledgehammer, and you’re left reeling and hollow. Everything is wan and grey, beaten down and hard, cruel and senseless. You are unmoored, so you go back to what has moored humankind for the millennia that our species has defied death to survive - you go back to stories.
You go back to the heroes, the knights and the castles, the brave stable boys with naught to their name and the villainous sorcerers that can be outwitted by guileful princesses. You go back to magic. Fairytales remind you of when the world was new (to you) and the boundaries of belief did not exist, for magic was in the everyday, equal parts ordinary and extraordinary. You recover what was lost.
i feel like i don’t respond good enough to reblogs with my lame little ‘thank you sm for reading’ replies but plz know that your lovely comments, whatever they are, mean the absolute fucking world to me and i think about them a lot (and i absolutely reread them all the fucking time)—i just struggle with compliments lmao. so thank you for taking the time out of your days to leave lovely words and notes and asks—you make my day ❤️
It’s been six years since the chaotic and disastrous events that surrounded the 2016 election. Six years since Heather has set foot in Washington, minus a verybrief stint where she thought she was ready, but clearly wasn’t. She’s watched from afar as Jackie moved into her second term as VP, her wife Natasha by her side for every moment. Though politics aren’t something Heather’s kept up her sleeve, it’s a piece of her past, and a past that she’s very eager to forget and let go of. Heather’s put in the work over the past six years, distancing herself from the toxic woman that she used to be. Now, her work has brought her back to Washington, presumably for good. She’s back in the same city as her family, her old peers, the question remains, will they cross paths? Will Becca and Rob actually forgive her or continue to hold her behavior over her head? Has she made enough progress to actually earn her vindication? The even bigger question comes up as you casually stroll into her life and nearly knock her off her feet. Does she know how to have a healthy relationship? Is that even something that you want? Could someone possibly ever see past all of her baggage and love her for her? Stay tuned.
“There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.”
~ Leonard Cohen
*~*~*
During the few hours of fitful sleep he gets, Matt dreams in red.
“Yeah, I killed your old man. I killed lots of fathers,” Sweeney boasts. “And now I know your name, nothing’ll stop me from bloodying the street with your corpse!”
Standing before the ugly mobster, Matt is a child again. Shivering and bereft in that alleyway as he clutches his father’s dead body. Only this time he’s not alone. He’s got Elektra beside him, and he’s shaking not out of fear, but rage. He has to reach up to throw the first punch, but it’s a solid upper-cut and lands on Sweeney’s jaw with a satisfying crack.
“Yes!” Elektra murmurs in his ear, “Do it again!” Matt lets out a roar and unleashes blow after blow, feeling himself growing taller with every punch. In his dream Matt has the satisfaction of seeing the smirk he pummels off of Sweeney’s face, the bloody rivulets his fists create in glorious shades of red. By the end he’s the one towering over Sweeney, and the man is reduced to a pulpy mess that seems barely alive, barely human.
“Finish him!” Elektra commands, but Matt is suddenly frozen with indecision. Elektra huffs a sigh of impatience and steps in, her hands wrapping around the back of Sweeney’s head, his blood staining her nails dark red. There’s a sharp snap as his neck breaks, and Roscoe Sweeney disintegrates into dust as his body falls.
“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Elektra asks. Now there’s only the two of them, and Matt’s own hearbeat is deafeningly loud in his ears. Elektra reaches for him, and her hands are suddenly everywhere at once. Caressing his face, stroking his cock, and scoring deep, deep grooves down Matt’s back that he never wants to heal.
Matt wakes with a start, momentarily surprised not to find Elektra pressed against him, or a dead man’s blood still smeared across his knuckles. Instead there’s only the morning sun shining into his sightless eyes. The familiar smells of his dorm room surround him: Library books, unwashed laundry, his and Foggy’s scents mingling inextricably in the air. Only a few weeks ago, Elektra’s voice had echoed in this very room. Saying “Σε αγαπώ,” and “Je t’aime,”and “I’ll always love you.” The way she’d whispered “Matthew” had lit a spark deep inside his soul…
You’re his girl… My heart did a somersault when I read that! I LOVE these two, I said it before and I’ll say it again! Protective mother as well my gosh! This drabble actually made me think of the Killers song ‘Shot at the night’ the video reminds me of JK taking Historybubbie (because we are a sucker for a history baby!) on his bike! Such a cute drabble Catie! Love it!
there is so much more coming with those two, i’ve been writing today another drabble i absolutely don’t know that video but i will definitely check it out! all the description is based off my best friend description as well as what i heard from friends that drive motorcycle but there are for sure things that aren’t 100% accurate… now, everytime i write those two it makes me think of you because i know how much you love history ❤️ thanks a lot for reading my love!! it’s always a delight to see you on my notifications ❤️
the first drabble is out and it was so fluffy and romantic a motorcycle ride around the city aah it must be so beautiful and jungkook was amazing and so freaking cute with oc i loved it ☺
it originally had smut after the motorcycle ride but i thought it could be a good thing to not put smut everywhere, especially since there are requests with smut but yeah, jungkook just loves our dear oc & he wants to be sure she’s safe! that’s a side of him that will be put a lot forward in the upcoming drabbles thanks a lot for reading kiki ❤️
⏤ genre: established relationship, fluff, and smut.
⏤ rating: 18+
⏤ warnings: swearing, petnames, some jealousy, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, and creampie
⏤ words:2,126
⏤ summary: when yoongi decides to get married in vegas after all the fan’s comments on the vlives.
⏤ author’s note: do i even need to explain why i’m posting this? the thought of yoongi getting married is driving me crazy so here you have this little fic & i hope you’ll enjoy it, angels
firstly the outfit was everything oooh yoongi in that fit damn soo hot and the tangerines was a perfect addition i loved reading this just a genius idea!!!!
thanks a lot Kiki for taking the time to read it & enjoy it seeing you popping up on my dashboard always makes me smile! yoongi always gives us all the content to write a damn fic
⏤ genre: established relationship, fluff, and smut.
⏤ rating: 18+
⏤ warnings: swearing, petnames, some jealousy, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, and creampie
⏤ words:2,126
⏤ summary: when yoongi decides to get married in vegas after all the fan’s comments on the vlives.
⏤ author’s note: do i even need to explain why i’m posting this? the thought of yoongi getting married is driving me crazy so here you have this little fic & i hope you’ll enjoy it, angels
First of all, thank you for creating this MARRY ME, YOONGI fic because let’s be real…we all feral for this man rn. Idk what this Vegas air is doing…but Min Yoongi has been fucking thriving. I really do hope he married the love of his life out in Vegas. That man was so intrigued with the idea of a drive thru wedding during that vlive
please, your comment made my day! so thanks for taking the time to read the fic, enjoy it & leave a comment, it’s always deeply appreciated but yeah, same as you, i only wish him the best because he deserves it so damn much!! that was the vlive that definitely pushed me to write down this fic, without his comment about the drive-thru, i’m not sure i would have written this
⏤ genre: established relationship, fluff, and smut.
⏤ rating: 18+
⏤ warnings: swearing, petnames, some jealousy, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, and creampie
⏤ words:2,126
⏤ summary: when yoongi decides to get married in vegas after all the fan’s comments on the vlives.
⏤ author’s note: do i even need to explain why i’m posting this? the thought of yoongi getting married is driving me crazy so here you have this little fic & i hope you’ll enjoy it, angels
