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When I think about it, my skating career had a lot of ups and downs, and I caused a lot of trouble for the ones supporting me. I am very sorry about that. But all your cheering has been a big support for me, and moreover, my biggest motivation. I am so thankful, I don’t know how to express it in words. Thank you so much for all your support until now. - Kanako Murakami, official retirement letter (x)

How Much He Loves You

Request:

Hi! I was hoping I could have an imagine where Peter is now working with the whole Avengers team and they don’t know he has a girlfriend until Aunt May tells them when Peter ends up skipping a movie night with all of them? And of course this leads to agony and the team spying for “research and scientific” purposes. Thank you!! PS: (if you could also make the reader super nerdy and can sing that would be amazing)

Word Count: 2031

A/N: I hope you enjoy this! Thank you so much for you continued support! 


Today is yours and Peter’s 1 year anniversary. You told Peter that celebrating monthly anniversaries would be weird, since it’s such a short amount of time. So, this is the first anniversary you will be celebrating together. Although, Aunt Mary insisted that you two got a fancy dinner on your ½ year anniversary. It just didn’t feel special enough. Until today. It’s been a whole year since the two of you were in that awkward, just friends but could be more if we wanted to stage.

Peter sent you a text an hour ago to meet him at his apartment at 8 pm, being sure to dress nice. That freaked you out a little. You didn’t want to overdress, but you didn’t want to underdress. So you made sure to dress in a simple black dress that ended at your knees. You paired it with nude heels and a nude purse. You look good. It’s perfectly in the middle of very fancy and not fancy enough.

You take a deep breath before knocking on Peter’s apartment door. You only live 2 stories up from his apartment so it wasn’t a long walk.

Aunt May opens the door and gasps. “Oh, (Y/N)! You look so good!” She gushes over you, giving you a great big hug.

“Thanks Aunt May!” You tell her, your words muffled since your face is squished into her.

You hear a gentle cough from behind Aunt May and she finally releases you. “Peter! Gosh, you look so dashing!” She tells him.

You peak around May and your heart stops. Peter looks amazing in a black suit, making you question your outfit choice slightly. Blood rushes to your cheeks as Peter’s mouth drops open, his eyes slowly go up and down your figure.

Aunt May makes an obvious excuse and leaves the room, leaving the two of you alone.

“Y-you look… breathtaking…” Peter tells you, sounding like he is very much out of breath himself.

You blush harder, if that was even possible and shuffle your feet. “Thank you, Peter. You look amazing yourself.”

He takes a few steps towards you, smiling. He gives you a quick kiss. Even after a year, he still has the power to take your breath away. The phone rings, but you hardly notice. Usually you’re able to make out what Aunt May is saying, but you’re too focused on Peter.

“Happy one year, babe.” He whispers, almost like he’s afraid to break the spell that’s fallen over the two of you.

You pull a small gift bag from behind you back, “Happy one year.”

Inside the bag is a signed poster from his favorite Star Wars movie. While most of the actors have passed away, Mark Hamill is still very much alive. Somehow you got his signature.

Peter gives you a look as he takes the bag. “I’m supposed to be giving the first gift.” He grumbles as he slowly takes out the poster. When he spots the handwritten signature, his eyes light up. “M-Mark Hamill???” He whispers, his excitement showing everywhere on his face. You nod, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear.

He gives you another kiss, almost jumping from his happiness. “I can’t… how did you… this is amazing!” He says, unable to finish his sentences as a grin threatens to split his face.

You shrug, smiling. “I’m just that amazing babe.” You tell him, happy to have made the love of your life so happy.

Peter pulls out a small velvet box from his pocket. “Your gift.” He tells you, looking away as a blush appears on his face again.

You gasp as you open the top of the small black box, a beautiful ring inside with your birthstone. “How?” You ask, breathlessly. You don’t know what you meant by the question. How did he know your birthstone? How could he afford such a thing? How did he know your ring size? How is he so perfect?

He shrugs, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I knew your birthday and I asked your parents for your ring size. It’s a promise ring. I promise to love you as long as I have love in my body to give.” He tells you staring deeply into your eyes. A few tears spring to your eyes as he puts the ring on.

“Why are you crying? If you don’t like it, I can return it!” He tells you, worry clouding his beautiful brown eyes.

You laugh, “No… I got you a stupid poster and you got me a promise ring.” You tell him, regretting your purchase.

Peter shakes his head, grabbing your cheeks. “No, I love it babe. I love you.” He kisses you again before offering his arm. You grab it and the two of you go to dinner.

Much to your surprise, the two of you don’t walk out of the apartment building. He guides you up, past your floor and up to the roof. When you finally reach the top, you see a blanket laid out, candles lit and a picnic basket overflowing with goodies.

You raise your hand to your mouth, unable to make a sound. Peter walks you over, your feet moving on their own accord. He scratches the back of his neck, nervous about the lack of your freaking out. He figured he’d get at least a ‘oh wow Peter’ out of you. “Do you like it?” He asks, pointing to the simple, yet gorgeous, set up.

You nod, tears once again filling your eyes. “It’s so beautiful Peter. How did I get such an amazing boyfriend?”

He laughs, sitting down, patting the space next to him. You sit down, barely any space between the two of you. He begins to unpack the food and you help. The conversation between the two of you flows freely, your cheeks start to hurt from laughing too hard and you can’t help but feel so much love for him. Every now and then you hum something, a tune that you picked up during the week or a song that’s suck in your head. Peter loves it when you sing, but you don’t do it often. Even though he swears your voice is like an angel.

Every so often, you swear you hear a noise on the roof, like you’re not the only one up there. You’re in mid laugh when you hear a whisper. You know for sure that you’re not the only ones up there. You learn over to Peter, trying to look like you’re just leaning on him for support.

“We’re not the only ones up here, are you spider sensing anything?” You whisper to him, a smile plastered on your face when he looks down at you. Concern fills his eyes and you slowly pull him to you, kissing him softly. He kisses you back, but you can tell that he’s not concentrating on the kiss, rather he’s trying to concentrate on figuring out who is up on the roof with you.

Suddenly a loud voice breaks the two of you apart. “Hey, hey, hey! That’s enough kissing!” You glance up to see Tony Stark standing above you. Peter jumps up, blush very apparent on his face and ears.

“W-we were just… k-kissing, Mr. Stark.” He tells the Tony Stark, unable to look at either of you.

Tony Stark stares you down and you match his gaze. While you may be inspired by him, you’re not about to let an old guy scare you from kissing your boyfriend. You slowly get up from the ground, acting unbothered by the celebrity crashing your date.

“I was just kissing my boyfriend, Mr. Tony Stark. Why do you seem to have a problem with that?” You ask him, cocking an eyebrow at him. Peter makes a soft noise, trying to get you to lay off Tony. You shake your head at him.

Tony crosses his arms as two more people come out of hiding. Steve Rodgers and Wanda Maximoff. Your heart drops. There are three celebrities here. If they hadn’t just crashed your 1 year anniversary, you’d be fangirling. These people inspire you to the core. You’re in love with the entire Avengers team and what they do for the world. Peter knows how nerdy you are about them, but he failed to mention his relationship with them.

“I don’t have a problem with the two of you kissing, I have a problem with the fact that Peter failed to mention a relationship. I hope for his sake that the two of you have been dating for a short period.” Tony gives Peter a pointed look, glaring slightly.

“Why would he need to tell you about his personal life? It’s not like he’s a part of the Avengers. He said no.” You tell him, confusion overtaking your attitude.

Tony’s own attitude falls slightly, not meeting your eyes as he stares at Peter. Peter glances at the ground, his shoe making circles in the dirt.

Things begin to click in your mind. Peter may have said ‘no’, but changed his answer at some point. Without telling you.

“We just wanted to know why Peter ditched our movie night, so we called Aunt May. She was kind enough to tell us the truth about Peter’s love life.” Steve tells you before letting out a low whistle as he checks out the set up. “1 year, huh? A long time.”

You nod, deciding to play it cool. Peter can keep whatever secrets he wants to keep. He told you he was Spider-man 3 months into the relationship. But this is something different. The whole Avengers team are risking their lives each and every mission. How didn’t you notice this before? How didn’t you see him on T.V or something?

Wanda smiles at you. “Congratulations, we apologize for interrupting the date. We just wanted to meet the girl Peter loves.”

You blush at that, taking a deep breath before making up your mind. Peter will hear your opinion on him keeping secrets, but you’re not going to get angry at him. You’ll be a little hurt, but not angry. He has the privilege to keep secrets and he probably has a good reason.

“Well, it’s certainly an honor to meet you three as well. I have to say, you all inspire me to be better and to get involved when I see something awful going down.” You tell them, Tony still staring at Peter as if he’s having a mental conversation with him. Peter’s eyes widen at your statement, snapping up to meet yours.

Before Peter can comment about you getting involved, Steve speaks up. “While we appreciate your commitment to make the world a better place, we wouldn’t want to see anyone get hurt. The best thing you can do is run and get help when you see something… awful.” He tells you, using your wording.

You smile, looking over to Peter, “Wow, he really is like a father.”

Peter laughs at your joke and even Tony cracks a smile.

After about 15 minutes of more polite conversation, the three are finally on their way. You wave as they jump off the side of the building, momentarily forgetting their superhuman abilities. Peter slowly begins to clean up the picnic.

“I’m sorry they ruined our night…” Peter mumbles to you, not meeting your eyes.

You laugh, “Peter. I’m not mad about that. Why would I be? I got to meet 3 of my heroes today. It was a good day.”

Peter sighs and grabs your hands, forcing you to put down what you were about to stuff into the basket. “I’m sorry… for keeping that fact that I’m in the Avengers a secret…”

You sigh and get in a more comfortable sitting position. “Peter, I’m hurt that you didn’t tell me. But I’m sure that you have a good reason. You’re an amazing boyfriend and if you want to keep secrets, that’s okay. All I request that you come back to me at night.” You whisper.

Peter nods, smiling. “You’re the best.” He pulls you into a sweet and gentle kiss, a kiss that tells you how much he loves you.

The two of you spend the rest of the night cuddled together on his couch, watching nerdy scifi movies and talking about his experience with the Avengers.

So you’re Spider-Boy? || Peter Parker x (f)Reader! [Part 1]

Request:hi are you guys still taking request? I loved your father Tony x daughter reader. Can you make another one where she’s his daughter and she’s like this awesome computer hacker and she was the one who found out about Spiderman? Then her and peter meet for the first time? Does that even make sense lol Thank you love you guys“ -Tumblr Anon

Title: So you’re Spider-Boy? [PART 1]
Pairing: Peter Parker x (f)Reader x Dad! Tony Stark
Word Count:
1270
Warning: Fluff, shy-stammering Peter Parker, civil war era
Creator: Alta
A/N:
Reposting/Plagiarizing is not appreciated, reblog is fine. Hope I did the request justice… I added in my own ideas e,e Also! I kinda would like to dedicated this to Shan, she legit cried because she couldn’t go to the premiere for Spider-Man :—)) so this goes out to everyone alike.


War finally came down to Tony and Steve, and honestly you weren’t surprised. But it worried you that Steve really was abandoning the Avengers for a killer that was once his old friend. And you saw how it hurt your dad, how it was affecting everyone.

Eventually, Tony had thought it through and came down to the conclusion he needed help, so formed a team. But he needed a good number to recruit, which brought you into the picture. Now, being the only child of the billionaire himself, heavens forbid you fight… Not physically anyways.

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Hello everybirdie :3

I think it’s time for one more masterpost about Virgo, maybe the last one before launching the demo, if everything runs smoothly until then!

I’ll show you some more about the Zodiac Realms system and more in depth info on battle system! I’ll also talk a little about my considerations in regards of a crowdfunding campaign in the near future for Virgo!

In Virgo you will travel through multiple worlds with vastly different enviroments to explore, each owned by a different Zodiac Sign. Each realm will be themed by the characteristics of their ruling sign. The main quest of Virgo is very clear: You have to dethrone all of the other Zodiacs, but as you go along the areas, Virgo will see herself amidst different paths and side quests, that will somewhat change her vision of this world around her, since she never really had a direct connection with (almost) any of the Zodiacs as she’s experiencing now by visiting their realms.

You can interact with almost anything on the game, except for trees - they aren’t friendly. Sometimes interactions may present you with choices for different actions that may change your path as you go.

Stat points can also be earned through interaction with the enviroment and characters. There will be plenty of situations in which the player must make a choice that not only will impact the story, but also Virgo’s statistic growth. Maybe forcing your way into a roadblock will raise your Ambition while waiting for it to be cleared will raise Patience. Several stat-checks will also be present, enabling some secret areas and rewards for different player builds~

This will affect the whole playthrough. Items received can be different and even the responses to the environment, as you may trigger specific events.

Players will progress from world to world, all connected to a Hub area, which will often be filled with NPCs you’ve encountered in the areas previously visited, so it’s possible to find Salarygoats there, for example.

Zodiac Realms may be revisited once they’re completed and each will feature its specific Black Hole Zone - the only places where Heretics respawn endlessly for optional bonus experience, currency and special rewards. The game will be perfectly winnable without spending time on these arena-like zones, though, so if you absurdly despise grinding, you don’t have to go there.

Virgo’s combat system is designed around making every turn very significant. From guarding when enemies will most probably strike you with all they’ve got to removing their buffs at the right time to not get countered and abusing their weakness through skill combos, the core philosophy is to give meaning to every single action and mechanic.

Buffs should be drastically noticeable, enemies will fight with their own varied intelligence so that players won’t ever find a single optimal strategy for the whole game.

Virgo will be the only playable character, but think of it as a plus, as the story and every enemy will be personally designed for her, giving a lot more meaning to all of your actions throughout the game.

(Look, it’s Musashi!)

Every single fight is made to test the player’s skills and tactical thinking, with a focus on in-conflict demands and results, as opposed to having dungeons with dozens of easy battles that just matter to wear down the characters slowly so they must manage their resources over time.

In Virgo, Purity (the resource used to cast abilities) regenerates naturally in battle and outside of it and items are significantly powerful, but can only be carried in very limited amounts, to assure a per-conflict danger.

A battle against a very tough foe can’t just be brute-forced through by spamming Attack 35 times and using 56 Potions, but a smart use of skills available as well as taking advantage of special items to inflict status effects on foes.

Skills and abilities are earned through equipment; items will often give Virgo a new ability in addition to stats and passive effects. Players are encouraged to mix and match pieces of equipment to create various skill combos, such as combining a Shield’s risky Block-chance Buff (that works at the cost of armor) to a Ribbon’s Blinding Spell to minimize the downsides of the first buff.

I think the development of the game untill now is doing really great! Now I’m in a critical moment where I find bugs that weren’t supposed to be there, so setting a date for the release of the demo is hard, but saying it will certainly be around this month or early march is certain!

I also am going to release a crowdfunding campaign on Indiegogo (kickstarter doesn’t accept my country unfortunatelly), so I can pay my musician, buy some new equipment (still using a decade-old computer for this) and maybe feed myself with lots of cupcakes to fuel development directly (through unhealthy amounts of sugar). I plan on launching the campaign on Virgo season (august/september), so please keep up with me until then~!

Also, I’ll probably have to launch a greenlight campaign soon for Virgo because of the new Steam direct policy (with its potentially absurd fees), so if you could help me with the greenlight it would mean the world to me~! Thank you all for your support until now reblogging and spreading the love on Virgo, it makes me constantly glad to have this community helping me with my little gaimu T____T~

<3

DBSJ! 😭😍❤️💙

[!!! Edited]

Remember this picture? This was taken last winter 2005 for the joint single of DBSK (TVXQ) and Super Junior, “Show Me Your Love”. Look at how time flies sooooo fast. 😍😭

Now…

After 10 years…

DBSJ Bond is still VERY STRONG…

Some evidences are shown from 2014 until the present when…!


Eunhyuk cheered and supported Junsu by watching his musical ’December’. 😍💙❤️


Thanks to Jackie Chan’s Birthday! Siwon and Hangeng were able to meet publicly (with handshake and bump 😭). And don’t forget their smiles!


Photos of Hangeng and Heechul (HanChul 💞) were spread in different SNS.


Heechul commented on Kibum’s instagram post, “You’ve worked hard. Come when all of us meet up later I’ll bring you birthday cake 😀😀😀😀 ”, and members followed him where he also followed back!


Yunho greeted and talked with Jaejoong’s dad! 😍


Jaejoong and Yunho (YunJae 💞) are in the same event! Jaejoong even approached Yunho and his father in a tent where Yunjae also hugged! ㅠ.ㅠ


Donghae, Siwon and Changmin are together in the Seoul police department with all the musical & healing concerts and promotions! 😍💙❤️


And also they may have entered the army with different dates but Shindong, Sungmin, Eunhyuk and Jaejoong has been performing together in many of the events in the army! 😍😘💙❤️



DBSJ is just really so special! No one (especially SMent) can stop them from seeing each other. Wherever they are. Whatever circumstances that could occur. And whenever it could be. We, Cassies and ELFs, are so happy to see you guys together. 

Always Keep the Faith and Promise to Believe still and will always be quoted

Thank you for showing us what REAL FRIENDSHIP is!!

😭😍😘💙❤️💞


ctto 💕 (photos and trans)

Message from the creator of this blog

I knew this was bound to happen sooner or later and I have to announce it now ): I won’t be able to update this blog anymore because of work. Of coure I still love GOT7 and will keep supporting them, it’s just difficult for me to keep up with all updates and post them here when I have only few hours before I go to bed ;;; My friend who’s been helping me for a while will replace me as the main admin. Thank you for your support until now 💖💖💖

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I dont usually make comic strips and im really bad at it. But at some point this depressing thoughts just consumed me. 

(this will be a long rant and post)**As much as I dont want it to get to me, it does. And its really hard to get away. Im no saint either, I can get hurt and I can get jealous. I have had so many thoughts when seeing other artist or cosplayers, eventhough I tried not to think badly sometimes It just comes. I have had so many thoughts where I see other artists and feel that my art is not good enough or sometimes think that why some people get recognized more than what I do? As much as I dont care about notes or likes to be honest I do sometimes, because it still gets to me that the more likes and notes u get, the better your art is. I put so many details, i took so many days but it didnt get as much appreciation as I thought it would be. Sometimes I feel that I tried my best and I put a lot of accuracy to my costumes, I make it as neat as possible, as straight as possible and as accurate shape as possible. But people just dont look at it and dont appreciate it. But again I cant expect people to look at these stuffs and expect them to like my stuffs. “Do what you like and if you put your heart enough people will for sure notice!” thats what people say, but in reality it doesnt work like that. I just cant help thinking that my stuffs are not good enough. Is it my personality sometimes? is it my art? do they not appeal? do people not like it? what do ppl think about it? I just cant get my head around it. This goes on and on, I cried and Ive gone through depression because of this. There are so many things I want to say but I dont think its necessary to put all in here.

However, As much as these things consumed me. Ill go back and see the people that supports me too. It might not be as much as other people have, but They mean a lot to me. All these messages I got from my store review, tumblr messages, comments and etc. I read them all. I never really thank enough for it. Its selfish of me to think about all these negativity, but sorry that i couldnt help it. But again, because of you guys, no matter how many times I go through these stages, I stands up again. Like I say I cant thank you enough for all your supports, they always made my day and it whats keep me going!.

So from the bottom of my heart I would like to THANK ALL OF YOU for supporting me up until now, It keeps me motivated and I will try to do better to improve!

Im posting this to remind me also to never forget the support ive received and hopefully I can lessen all these negative thoughts in the future.

Lucky - Carlos x Reader

Originally posted by arianagrenades

Requested: hey can i request a Carlos imagine where him and the reader are dating and he was at tourney practice and he accidentally gets hit in the head so she takes care of him and acts all loopy because he got hit pretty hard? I love your writing btw :)

A/N Thank you  @purpleetou​  for the request I hope you love this and I’ll try to make this as cute as possible.

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Young Hollywood (1/15)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

The Brief:

Fake dating / Hollywood AU. Billy/Teddy, background Tommy/Kate. Erik Lehnsherr runs half of Hollywood, and Emma Frost is not getting paid nearly enough to handle his former-child-star grandsons. Teddy just wants a career.  

Rating: Explicit M/M, No Archive Warnings Apply.

Summary:

“Theo Altman,” Emma said smugly.

Billy stared at the pictures in his hands. He tried to speak, couldn’t, then moistened his suddenly dry lips with the tip of his tongue. “… he’s the jeans guy.”

“Calvin’s current campaign model, yes. I had lunch with his agent last week.” Emma studied her nails critically, as though Billy wasn’t gaping at her and Tommy snickering from his place on the couch.

“Altman wants to make the jump into film, you need a date to get rid of the ‘fake gay’ buzz. You take him to some parties, introduce him around to the people he needs to know, and make sure the paparazzi manage a few flattering shots of you staring dreamily into each other’s eyes. Then you have a sad breakup, we announce that you’d like the press to respect your privacy, and everything goes back to normal.” She waved airily. “Dead simple, even you could pull it off.”

A new fic! That is, a fic written for Patreon last year that is now being brought over to AO3. It is complete, and will be posted one chapter a week until it’s all up. 

All art and most of the inspiration by the ever-fabulous @cris-art​, who has been my muse and my delight through the writing process. 

Many thanks go to @mytsunami for advice and corrections on Rroma culture and dialects; your help was invaluable.

If you want to see the whole thing early, or just feel like supporting my writing addiction, find me on Patreon.

OAS News

Due to real life stressors and a jam packed schedule, our dear leader, @chottohenkamo, has decided to hand over the reigns to the group so she can focus on herself. The rest of the group fully supports her and will work diligently to carry on the work that she started. We hope that all of you can show show your love and support for her as well and will continue to follow this group in the future. Thank you so much for reading and enjoying what we do!

And thank you, chotto, for all of your hard work up until now!!

Soulmate!Au Park Jihoon pt.2

part 1// part 2


7:01 am
Daehwi : Hey y/n, are you going to the high school reunion today?
Y/N : Yea, want to go together?
Daehwi : Sure! Let’s meet up for breakfast and then let’s go!



You got up from your bed and walked towards the bathroom.
‘High school reunion… I wonder if he’ll be there.’


“y/n? y/n…Y/N!” You blinked multiple times before looking at Jihoon’s hand which was waving furiously in front of your face.
“Yeah- what happened?” You asked.
“You dozed off.” He chuckled before looking at his pinky finger. “And you haven’t told me if you can help me and Seyoung.”
“Oh…y-yea,” You paused. Can you really do this? What if there are side effects to this? What about Seyoung’s soulmate? You looked at his face, which was still smiling just by the mention of Seyoung.

You sighed and shut your eyes, not wanting to see the cause of the pain in your heart.
“Okay, I’ll try.”
“Thank you!”

The bell rang and he got up, giving you a hug before heading back to his class.

You walked back to class and sat down on your seat before you felt someone’s eyes on you. You turned to them, causing them to turn red before they stutter out.
“A-are you o-ok? You look r-really down.”
You smiled and nodded. It’s the other transfer student from Taiwan. Lai GuanLin, the cute and shy student that sits next to you.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Thank you for your worry.” You laughed a bit before the teacher comes back in.

English class. The class where you sat in between Jihoon and Seyoung at the back of the classroom. Perfect opportunity…right?
You glanced at Seyoung’s finger as the red string slowly shows up on her pinky finger and you followed it until it ended with … Guanlin’s pinky finger who was seated in the front.

“Hey y/n, the teacher is calling you,” Seyoung whispered while giving you a little nudge.
“Miss. y/n, I know Guanlin is new to this school. But I believe it’s already been several months since he’s been here, so I don’t think it’s necessary to stare at him for 5 minutes straight.” He stated as the whole class sniffed a couple giggles and Guanlin turning red at the mention of his name.

Jihoon walked you home that day since Daehwi already left with his soulmate.
“When are you going to stop laughing?” You sighed.
“But Mr. Lee was straight out calling you out!” He paused to laugh a bit, “and Guanlin turned into a tomato! Oh my god.” You chuckled.
“Yea, I should apologize to him tomorrow.”
“Wait-” He steps in front of you, stopping the both of you in your tracks.
“Do you have a crush of Lai Guanlin?” He asked, smirking.
“What?”
“Ohh~ Look at how cute you look in pink cheeks.”
“Oh, shut up!”
‘Idiot Jihoon’
“Hey! Did you just stick your tongue out at me? Hey- wait!! DON’T RUN AWAY!!!”

Next morning…
“Guanlin, I’m so sorry for yesterday.”
“O-oh no! It’s fine..”
He showed his gummy smile and offered you banana milk. howcute



8:32 am
Daehwi : Where are we going to get breakfast?
Y/N : What about the cafe that Jinyoung opened?
Daehwi : Okkkkk, but it’ll be my fifth time this week going ㅠㅠ
Y/N : Great! Then you can help me choose what to get : )



As the last day of the school continued to come closer and closer, Jihoon was patiently waiting for you to try and change his fate. He never actually pushed you too hard, nor has he ever got angry. He just waited.

With each passing day, you would stare at the string between Seyoung and Guanlin and then look at the string that connected you and Jihoon. You still notice the looks Jihoon gives when he looks at Seyoung and the smiles he has when he’s talking to her or even about her. Guanlin even joined your group of friends, and you could tell that Guanlin was comfortable with Seyoung as well.

It wasn’t until one night when Jihoon came with the required payment.
“Y/n, this is the last payment.” He smiled as he handed you the paper.
You returned his smile, “Yea.”
He looked down and put his hand on his nape, “I’m planning on confessing to Seyoung tomorrow.”
You stared at him.
He continued, “So I was wondering if you can do it by tomorrow, before school ends…”
“I-”
“Yea, I’ll go for now. See you tomorrow.”
He went out the door.



9:07 am
Y/N : I’m here! Where are you? I’m with Jinyoung right now.
Daehwi : I’m coming!! Just look at the menu for now
Y/N : Okay!
Daehwi : Whatever you get, DON’T GET THE ICED COFFEE. I REPEAT. NOT THE ICED COFFEE.
Y/N : What why-
Y/N : Baejin asked why.
Daehwi : …IT TASTE FUNNY




You couldn’t sleep all night. Not a wink of sleep.
“Oh my god, you look horrible.”
“Thank you for the compliment Daehwi.” You rolled your eyes and looked at the cartoon of banana milk on your desk.
“Oh, thanks Guanlin.”
He smiled and nodded as he sat down next to you.

The day went by quick, too quick since now it’s English. You could tell Jihoon was shifting in his seat, glancing at you now and then.
‘It’s now or never…’
You carefully picked up both strings.




“There you are Daehwi!” You heard Jinyoung shout as you heard the doorbell ring, signaling a customer has come in.
“Hey, Daehwi~ Haven’t seen you in a while.” You laughed as Daehwi sat down across you guys.
“We saw each other yesterday y/n.”
“Yeah, that was at least 21 hours ago.” He rolled his eyes and let out a tiny laugh before getting the menu, despite knowing the menu word for word.
“So what was it about my famous iced coffee?” Jinyoung asked, lightly punching Daehwi in the arm.
“What- I didn’t say anything”
“LIES! YOU BETTER NOT BE TELLING LIES TO MY SIS EITHER.”
Cue the laughter.

Daehwi offered to drive you guys to the reunion. As soon as you stepped in the car you and Jinyoung exchanged a look, ‘i don’t think this is a good idea-’
“I know what you guys are thinking, and it’s too late to change! Now let’s go or we’re late!”


‘WELCOME TO 7TH YEAR REUNION!’

The huge banner welcome you back to the gates of the high school campus. It’s been 7 years since you last saw Jihoon. After that day, Seyoung accepted his confession and they started their relationship. He still hung out with you, but not as much. Guanlin was still by your side and hanged out with you more, but you couldn’t tell if he was sad or not. After all, his soulmate is dating someone else. Then again… he didn’t even know she was his soulmate.

You walked down the halls of the school before finally reaching your original homeroom. You opened the door to find someone already inside.
“Oh- I’m sorry, I thought there was no one here.”
The person chuckled, “No it’s okay, long time no see y/n.”
You could feel your heart beat faster. “Hi, Jihoon… you haven’t changed at all.” You smiled as you walked closer and took the seat next to him.
“You look the same too! Just with more mature clothes.” He laughed and poked your arm.
You laughed and nodded, “So how have you been?”
“I’ve been okay. Just living life and watching the unchanging sky.” He looked out the window, you do the same, noticing two familiar figures walking arm to arm walking through the gate into the school. Seyoung and Guanlin.

Jihoon must of notice your gaze.
“Yeah, we didn’t work out. I’m sorry for all the trouble I caused you.” He put his hand on his nape. ‘Ah, he still does that when he feels nervous or guilty’
He continued, “I must be bad luck, now I can’t even be with my true soulmate.”
You looked at him, “no… you’re not bad luck…” His eyes made his way to yours.
“What makes you say that?”
“…because…” You lifted your pinky, “I’m your true soulmate.” The red string exposing itself between the both of you.
His eyes widen, “Oh my- Oh my god!” You can see the tears forming in his eyes as he continued, “I’m so sorry y/n, I’m so so sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry for lying to you…” Your tears threatening to fall as you reached out to grab his hand and pat his head, but your hands just went through his body.
“Ah I’m sorry” You managed to whisper, retracting your hands slowly after noticing. He shook his head and tried to wipe the tear from your cheek. His body slowly fading away.

“Thank you y/n. I’m sorry. I left you something in my desk, I hope you forgive me. And I hope you’ll be happy.” He smiled once more before completely fading away like the sun when it goes to the other side of the world as the night pushes its way dominating the sky.

You quickly went to his desk and pulled out a letter.

Dear y/n,

I don’t know when you’re going to see this, nor do I know if you’ll ever see this, but I want to say thank you for all you’ve done for me. Even though Seyoung and I were never soulmates, you still gave me your support. I didn’t notice you were my soulmate until Daehwi, Jinyoung, and Guanlin approached me one day telling me. I’m so so sorry. I hope you’ll forgive me. I didn’t even realize my feelings for you until I actually lost you. I was so caught up in my own silly crush to actually notice the things you did for me. I miss all the times we had and I miss you overall. I love you and I hope you find happiness.

Park Jihoon. 05/28

You remember now, Jihoon was involved in a car accident the day before his birthday.



unedited. 1685 words. i’m sorry.
thank you for reading!  

anonymous asked:

hi! can i suggest a prompt? Sana proposing to Yousef. Maybe not like in a super duper romantic way. But simple. I think it would be nice you know sana's turn

Hey :)

Thank you for the prompt and I hope you don’t mind that this is probably not exactly what you had imagined. I hope you still like it and please let me know!

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“Sana, are you sure about this?”

“Yes, Elias. How many times do you need to ask? I’ve been planning this for weeks, Mamma and Babba are not home for a few days and I am really sure, so there’s not a better time.”, Sana answers her brother’s, what she feels like, thousandth time asking the same question.

She’s standing in the kitchen and internally freaking out. Elias is leaning on the table behind her and in theory should be giving her moral support but all he has done so far is ramble on about stuff that is of no relevance for this particular day. 

Noora, Eva, Chris, Vilde and Jamilla just left. They had helped Sana to prepare some of the food she was making for Yousef and herself for this night. It’s their anniversary. Sana insisted on making all the food on her own but she knows she is not the best cook there is and when her friends offered to help a bit she knew she would be stupid to decline. 

“I need to go now.”, Elias says and Sana quickly turns around. 

She looks at her older brother with her eyes wide and panic. “Elias, don’t leave. I need you to be here until Yousef gets here. I need your moral support; I’m going to propose, after all!”

Sana had managed to calm down in the past hour, thanks to her friends and her brother. But now the panic came back in full force. What if she screwed this up somehow? What if he didn’t react the way she wants him to react? What if the food she made is so bad that Yousef gets food poisoning from it?

Elias steps close to his sister and wraps his arms around her. Sana leans her head on his shoulder and closes her eyes for a second to calm down. The Bakkoush siblings love each other a lot but don’t always show it. Right now it’s necessary, though.

Then they part a little and Elias reassures his sister: “Sis, I’ll be back later, I promise! You’ll be fine. Yousef is head over heels for you and you could just text him ‘Will you marry me?’ and he’d say yes.”

Sana laughs at that and Elias joins her. Her brother manages to calm her down, always. But before he leaves he ruins it once more.

“Are you sure you want to propose?”

“Elias, just because I’m a woman doesn’t mean I can’t propose. I don’t need to wait for him to ask me!”, she waves around the wooden spoon in her hand and Elias takes a step back and lifts his hands in surrender. 

He nods: “I know, I didn’t mean that. It’s just… Never mind. I’ll see you later!”

What’s up with him? Sana notices that her older brother is acting weird today, more than usual. But she doesn’t have time to worry about that. She has to make sure the food gets ready in time and she is really glad that the girls have already decorated the table outside in the backyard.

Almost two hours later Yousef arrives at the Bakkoush house and rings the doorbell. Right on time, as always.

Before Sana can open the door she needs to take a second to breathe and prepare herself. When she opens the door they both feel like they got their breath kicked out of their chest. 

Yousef’s eyes wander up Sana’s body. She’s wearing a light pink tulle skirt and a white lace long-sleeved top. Paired with a hijab in the same colour as the long skirt. Yes, Sana looks beautiful in her outfit but what makes Yousef’s heart race the most is her beautiful smile. 

Sana can’t help but stare at her boyfriend for a while. Usually they both dress rather casual but now, now Yousef is wearing dark well-fitting pants and a button-up shirt that suits him very well. He has his hear pushed back and less messy than usual.

“Hi.”, Yousef says breathlessly. 

They stand there, at the door, just smiling at each other, for who knows how long.

“Hi.”, Sana answers in the same way and finally reaches out to take his hand. She pulls him inside and they hug. This is where Sana feels most comfortable lately, in Yousef’s arms.

“You look beautiful.”, Yousef finally manages to say. They have been together for a long time now but she still takes his breath away. He has a hard time taking his eyes off of her for even a second.

Sana smiles at him, her dimples showing, and raises her eyebrows: “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

Yousef goes to take off his shoes but Sana quickly shakes her head to which he looks at her confused. She just takes his hand and leads him out to the backyard. On the way out he asks her what she is doing but she just shows him a knowing smile but doesn’t say a word.

As soon as they step out into the backyard, Yousef stops walking as his gaze falls on the table on the mini- basketball court. Two chairs on the opposite sides of the table, fairy lights decorate the table and a candle is lit. The sun is beginning to set which makes all of this even more breath-taking than it already is.

“Sana?”, is all Yousef can say. He thought they had agreed on just having a nice meal together, for their anniversary. But he didn’t think it would be this special. At least from what she had planned. She shouldn’t have.

Sana looks from the table to him and starts pulling her boyfriend towards it. “I hope you like it. I wanted it to be special because I …”, she stops talking abruptly but Yousef doesn’t notice because he is insanely happy in that moment. “..because it’s our anniversary.”

The gentleman Yousef is he pulls out the chair for Sana and can’t help himself and kisses her cheek before going to his own chair. Sana grins at him and once he is seated as well, he immediately leans forward and takes Sana’s hands in his. 

“So, how was your day?”, he asks and while they put the food on their plates they talk about their days, how it went, who they met, what they did. Just updating each other on their lives because they haven’t seen each other all day and in comparison to other days, they haven’t texted much.

“You made all this food?”, Yousef asks his girlfriend and takes another spoonful of the soup.

Sana nods smilingly but then confesses: “I had a bit of help preparing the ingredients but other than that it’s all me. Do you like it?” She is actually really nervous about how it tastes. To her all of it tastes fine but Yousef has a better understanding of when spices are too much or not enough or if something is overcooked or undone. 

Yousef looks up from his food and sees the nervous look on Sana’s face and immediately starts smiling at her. She is so cute. Usually she is so confident in everything but today she seems nervous, not in a bad way though. Yousef tilts his head lightly and thinks to himself: Can she know what he planned? Did Elias say something to her? No, he wouldn’t have. They worked on the plan for too long for Elias to ruin it knowingly.

“Of course, I like it. You’re getting really good at cooking.”, Yousef says and observes as Sana laughs lightly and how the light of the fairy lights reflect in her eyes. How did he manage to be here? After years of being with her, happily, he still feels the same excitement when she’s with him.

“Don’t get used to it. You’ll be the one cooking when we get married.”, Sana blurts out.

At the same time both of them stop eating, lower their spoons and freeze. 

Being nervous makes Sana loose her filter. 

Did she just ruin the surprise, Sana thinks.

Does she know what he planned, Yousef thinks.

Neither of them notices how the other one freezes, though. They are both too preoccupied with their own fear of their plan not working out. Then Sana looks around the table and finally finds something to let go of her suspicion. She is not quite ready to ask him the Million Dollar question.

Sana grabs and holds up a plate and Yousef follows her movement. He breathes out relieved. She doesn’t seem to know anything. 

“Okay, I attempted to make Baklava.”, Sana says. Instantly Yousef breaks out in a grin. He loves how she has put so much effort in this. He knows for sure that she is the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with but he already knew that years ago.

Sana sees his excited grin and quickly shakes her head: “Don’t get too excited. I know for sure that this will taste horrible, I don’t know why I even put this on the table.”

Yousef is too quick for Sana to react. He takes the plate out of her hand and Sana furiously shakes her head. She shouldn’t have shown it to him. She doesn’t need him to get poisoned right before she wants to propose. 

“Yousef, no, don’t!”, she says. Yousef grins at Sana and takes a piece of Baklava on his fork and stares at Sana while nearing the fork to his mouth.

“Stop.”, she says loudly. “It'll be a disgrace to your mom’s recipe.”

Yousef starts laughing and Sana joins him. Other times she wouldn’t care that he taste her awful cooking attempts, it’s pretty funny most of the time, actually. But not tonight.

“This is my mom’s recipe?”, he asks his girlfriend.

Sana nods. “I asked her for it because you always rave about it so much and I wanted to do something nice.”

Yousef chuckles and looks around the table:“ And all this wasn’t nice enough?” Sana just shrugs smiling at him lightly. 

“You know, I love that you talk to my mom without me being involved.”, Yousef mentions. Sana feels like she is going to pass out because he looks at her with so much love in his eyes. She knows for sure that he is the man she wants to spend the rest of her life with.

“Of course, I love your mom.”, Sana says as an immediate reaction. Since Sana and Yousef have gotten together Sana has gotten to know his mother a lot better and finds her to be one of the kindest people she knows. “And she provides me with a lot of embarrassing stories of yours that could be useful someday.”

Yousef gasps, partly as a joke, partly actually shocked: “No. She didn't… Are you teaming up on me with my own mom?”

Sana laughs and nods. Then with a teasing smile she leans forward and rests her arms on the table before saying: “You better get used to it. It’ll get even worse soon.”

Again, Sana feels like she needs to face-palm herself. Why would she say that when she has a plan when to actually ask him to marry her. Saying all these things that tease it will take away from the surprise. 

Yousef furrows his eyebrows and tries to figure out what Sana means. He doesn’t have much time to do so. He hears Sana sigh and stand up from her seat. Yousef follows her movement curiously and when she drags her chair towards Yousef’s he starts to get worried. 

Sana places her chair right next to his and turns to look directly at him. She takes a deep breath and prepares herself mentally. She didn’t plan the proposal to go exactly like this but if she waits any longer she will ruin the whole surprise. 

“Sana, is everything okay?”, Yousef asks her and she nods with a tiny smile.

They sit with their knees touching and with another deep breath Sana starts talking.

“Yousef, you know I love you a lot, don’t you?”

He nods. But then he sees how panicked she gets and thousands of thoughts run through his mind. He blurts out any one of them.

“Are you breaking up with me?”, his heart stops for a few seconds. 

Sana’s eyes widen and she shakes her head: “No, no. Yousef, no. In contrary.”, then she takes a second to think about this question. “Why would I tell you I love you if I wanted to break up? Why would I prepare all this if I wanted to break up? Why would I want to break up with you at all?”

Sana and Yousef both burst out laughing at this. It really doesn’t make any sense. 

Yousef admits: “I’m sorry. When you got so serious I panicked out of nowhere. Sorry, continue.”

Sana chuckles amused and shakes her head lightly before looking into Yousef’s eyes again to continue. “Like I said, you know that I love you a lot.”, she says the next sentence with sarcasm dripping from every word, “And I don’t want to break up with you.”

Now Yousef nods and takes Sana’s hands in his. The fairy lights and a few lights from the house are the only things lighting up the backyard but it doesn’t bother either of them. Yousef is amazed by how lovingly she looks at him. 

“In contrary, actually.”, Sana continues and smiles at her boyfriend. In contrary? The opposite of breaking up is getting into a relationship and that they already are. 

Sana smiles to herself and laughs a little. Yousef knows that she is nervous but still can’t figure out why. It’s only the two of them here. For now.

“I had a whole speech planned out but you know what, I don’t need that. You know that I love you, I love that you’re always there for me. I love that you are so understanding. I love that I just don’t get sick of spending time with you. I love that we can disagree but solve that without fighting. I even love that you just assumed I would break up with you while I have something completely different in my mind right now.” Sana finally can breathe again. Starting this conversation was the most nerve wracking to her. 

Yousef slowly understands what’s going on. Can a man love and hate something at the same time. He does right now. Panic rises in his chest while he simultaneously wants to break out in happy tears. A few moments long he can’t do anything.

Sana observes his reaction and assumes that he understands what’s going on and waits for her to finish her speech so he can answer.

“So that’s why I want to ask you something. Yousef, will you mar…”

Sana’s question is interrupted by Yousef putting his hand over her mouth. Yes, he did that. Sana’s eyes widen and Yousef quickly takes away his hand. Why did he do that?

“No, no. Sana..”, Yousef rambles but nothing coherent comes out of his mouth. How does this happen? How does this happen on the exact same night? 

Sana doesn’t know if she should cry or laugh. 

“So you don’t want to marry me?”, she asks Yousef and stand up from her chair.

This time it’s Yousef’s eyes that widen and he shakes his head and scrambles to his feet.

“No, no. What I mean is of course. But not like this. O my god.”, Yousef answers.

Shocked and confused are two words that describe the couple perfectly in this moment. What just happened, none of them is sure of that. 

Yousef looks at his watch and up at Sana again: “You couldn’t have waited one more minute?”

She furrows her eyebrows in confusion: “Waited for what? Yousef what even just happened? If you don’t want to marry me, it’s …”

Yousef doesn’t have time to tell her that that is not it. They both hear loud music playing and look for the source of it. Yousef knows, he planned it. But not like this.

Sana’s eyes find the source of the loud music. Elias is walking to the small basketball court with a boom box in his hands. An actual boom box. Right behind him are Mutta, Adam and Mikael. Sana recognizes the song. She gasps and turns to Yousef. He grins at her sheepishly, pulls her towards her seat and pushes her lightly for her to sit. With another grin he runs up to the boys who are now in a triangle shape formation at the other end of the basketball court, with the boom box behind them.

 "It’s a beautiful night,
We’re looking for something dumb to do.
Hey baby,
I think I wanna marry you
.“

Yousef starts dancing and the boys behind him start dancing the same choreography. They are really dancing to Marry You by Bruno Mars. In her backyard. 

Sana’s mouth falls open and she freezes in her spot. The last few moments she was freaking out, thinking he didn’t really want to be with her. But he had this planned all along. He made their friends and her brother learn choreography for crying out loud.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to marry her. He had a proposal of his own planned. 

Yousef’s eyes don’t ever leave Sana while dancing and she has a hard time breathing. If her heart beats any faster it will burst out of her chest.

 ”Is it the look in your eyes,
Or is it this dancing juice?
Who cares baby,
I think I wanna marry you
.“

All of the boy shout ‘marry you’ at the same time and Sana can’t wait any longer. She jumps out of her seat and runs towards that stupid dork that ruined her proposal. Or made it better. 

He catches her in his arms and lifts her off the ground. Yousef spins with the woman of his life in his arms. The song is still blasting from the boom box and the boys have stopped dancing but Sana and Yousef don’t notice any of that. They are lost in each other’s eyes.

“This would only happen to us.”, Sana concludes laughingly, not looking away from Yousef’s eyes for a second. 

He nods: “And you thought I didn’t want to marry you. Are you out of your mind?”

“How could I know? You interrupted me and looked so panicked. And all I thought was that Elias had said…”, Sana stops mid-sentence. Yousef catches on her thought. 

Both shout at the same time: “Elias!” and stare at him. 

He knew of both plans. He learned the choreography for Yousef’s proposal. He helped Sana with planning her proposal. All that time he didn’t say anything of the other proposal to either of them. 

Elias hides behind Mutta and only takes a small peak at the couple getting engaged.

“I love you both and now answer each other’s question!”

Yousef and Sana look away from Elias and at each other. They are still standing so close that Sana feels Yousef’s heartbeat under her hand on his chest. They both give each other the brightest smiles.

“I mean we both proposed.”, Sana says and tries not to laugh at how ridiculous all of this seems.

“Well, we attempted to. Neither of us got through it completely.”, Yousef adds. 

Sana and Yousef start laughing and Sana buries her face in his chest. Once they calm down a little, Sana looks up at him and nods. 

“Of course, I want to marry you!”

Hearing her say it makes Yousef really realize it. 

“And I obviously want to marry you!”

Sana wraps her arms around Yousef’s neck and he lifts her again and can’t help himself and twirls. Even if they tried, neither of them could explain how happy they are. 

The boys who have been waiting for a sign from the couple, even though they knew that there was no doubt for them to say anything but yes, start clapping and cheering loudly and run towards them. Yousef stops spinning and Mutta, Mikael, Adam and Elias squish the couple in a group hug. Elias being the first one to wrap his arms around them.

Grinning and over the moon for the two, Elias looks at them, getting emotional.

“My best friend and baby sister are going to get married!”, he announces and hugs them once more and all of the boys shout their congratulations and finally leave the two alone. 

Sana looks at Yousef who has his eyes already trained on her. Both of their cheeks start hurting because they have been smiling non-stop.

They are thinking the same thing and Sana voices it.

“We’re really going to get married.”

The Mistress - Optional Bias

Author’s Note: If I could explain to you guys how long it took me to write this! LOL! I worked hard on it. It’s a little different from my usual themes (Dom!OC/Sub!Bias whaaaat?!), but I had a lot of fun writing it. Thank you again for all your patience! It means so much :) I hope you like it! 


It is a truth universally acknowledged that people in high power positions tend to be very submissive in bed. It made sense. They spent their entire day making big decisions, high stress jobs that required 100% of their attention. It was only natural that in bed, they wanted to give up that control and let someone else be in charge of making them cum. He was no different. As one of the youngest and most prominent CEOs in South Korea, he spent many nights in compromising positions, tied up, pinned down, and so fucked out that it was impossible to count his orgasms.

You glanced up from your book at the clock nonchalantly. He always arrived at 11 pm. Sometimes he’d come once a month, other times he’d come every night of the week, but every session began at 11 pm. You’d give him another fifteen minutes. No sooner had the thought entered your mind did you hear the distinct knock of the infamous CEO. You laughed to yourself. He was the definition of punctual.  

“Come in.” you said. The door slowly creaked open as he walked in, smiling shyly as he entered your apartment.

“Sorry I’m late.” He began. “I had to –“

“Stop talking. Take off your clothes.” You interrupted. His mouth snapped shut, but he did as he was told. He began undressing quickly, articles of clothing flung haphazardly in any direction in record speed. You fought the urge to laugh as you sauntered over to him, your heels clicking loudly on the floor.

“You kept me waiting.” You said simply.

“I’m sorry Mistress.” He said softly. You clicked your tongue disapprovingly. You pressed a hand to his chest and slid it down his torso, your nails raking across his skin, before cupping him firmly between his legs. His head rolled back with a shaky exhale.

“You know I’m going to have to punish you.” You said, smiling at the visible shiver that went down his body and the way his cock began to twitch before your eyes.

“Yes.” He answered with a slight nod of his head. You slapped him across the face, not hard enough to hurt but enough to get his attention. “Yes Mistress!” He quickly corrected.

“That’s better.” You said, rewarding him with a few pumps along his cock. You gently tugged him by his cock further into the room, stopping when you reached the bed and pushed him down on his back. He scooted back until he reached the head of the bed. You smiled at his compliance as you straddled his hips and reached up to handcuff his wrists to the bed. He watched anxiously as you secured him to the bed, his dick pressing against your thigh impatiently. You intentionally grinded against him, the only barrier between you being the thin lace panties you were wearing. He groaned deeply and bucked his hips up towards you. You leaned forward, placing kisses along his neck and jawline.

“Are you going to be a good boy for me?” you asked, your breath ghosting over his ear. He ran his tongue along his lips and nodded.

“Yes mistress.” He whimpered, his cock twitching under you. You pressed a quick kiss to his lips before jumping off of him, leaving him tied and hard on the bed.

“Where are you going?” he asked, the alarm in his voice almost pathetic. You giggled calmly.

“We’ll need some lube, won’t we?” you said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. After fetching the lube from the bedside table, you climbed onto the bed and situated yourself between his legs.  You spread his legs and kissed up his inner thighs. You stopped, maintaining eye contact with him, and enveloped him whole. His eyes widened in shock before they rolled to the back of his head.

“FUCK!” he yelled out as his head slammed back into the pillow. You chuckled with him inside your mouth, the vibrations added a new sensation. You pulled back to the tip, swirling your tongue around his slit, and lowering back down until you felt his cock hit the back of your throat. You continued between deep throating him and teasing the tip of his cock until a string of moans and the clinks of the handcuffs filled the room. You pulled back, pressing the tip of your finger against his entrance. He jerked in surprise, his cock twitching in your mouth in response. You leaned down and kissed his hip soothingly.

“Relax baby.” You cooed. You waited until you could feel his muscles relax before taking him in your mouth again.  You slowly slipped a finger to the knuckle, keeping the same pace as your mouth. He moaned loudly, his teeth sinking deep into his bottom lip, unsure of which way to move. You added a second finger, curving them over his prostate while your tongue flicked over the slit of his cock. He thrashed against the bed, screaming your name.

“I’m…I’m gonna cum—” he moaned. You pulled your mouth and fingers away, squeezing the base of his cock to ward off his orgasm. He bucked his hips, desperate for any friction that might help him over the edge, but to no avail. The frustration and disappointment in his voice gave you a giddy sense of joy.

“Do you need to cum?” you asked sweetly, your grip still snug on the base of his cock.

“Yes, please.” He said, still breathless as beads of sweat began to run down his forehead.

“Well, that’s too bad.” You said, nipping at his earlobe. “You’re only allowed to cum when I say.” you said firmly in his ear.  

You waited until his breathing returned to normal before starting again. You took his cock in your mouth again, alternating between sucking and licking, while you thrust your fingers in and out of him at a steady rate.  By his fourth orgasm denial, there were tears in his eyes.

“Shit…I’m so close” he sputtered under his breath, his eyes shut tight. “Can I please cum? Please?” he whined. You pulled your mouth away, giving the swollen head of his cock a light lick.

“Yes, you can cum.” you said as you grabbed his cock and pumped it in rhythm with your fingers. High pitched moans and deep growls flowed as his hips bucked wildly.

“That’s it, baby, cum for me.” you urged. His jaw dropped and his head fell back as spurts of cum shot across his abdomen and chest. He collapsed down on the bed, the handcuffs barely supporting his arms. You continued to milk him for all he was worth until he began to pull away from you.  

“Thank you, Mistress.” He said, his voice barely audible. You let him take a few deep breaths before getting up from the bed. You grabbed a towel and wiped your hands before sloppily wiping the loads of cum from his chest. Tossing the towel to the side of the room, you slowly slid down your panties and reached down to massage your clit. HIs eyes were trained on you, dark with lust.

“I think you need to make me cum. Right now.” You said. His eyes locked on your dripping center. He reached up and licked across your folds eagerly. He reached up to grab your thighs as best he could against the handcuffs. You lifted yourself away from his mouth and pinned his hands down firmly.

“Did I say you could touch me?” you scolded “Use your tongue.” You ordered. He nodded and swept his tongue across your clit in a way that made you arch your back with a moan. He smiled and continued to lap at your clit, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud.

“Good boy.” You moaned. You reached up and unhooked your bra, pinching your nipples and tweaking them. He moaned into your pussy at the sight. His wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked harshly, making you scream out in pleasure. Your fingers reached down and buried themselves in his soft hair. You leaned back, running your hands down his body and taking hold of his cock. He was already hard again. You ran your thumb over his slit, eliciting a strained moan from him.

“You get off on pleasing me, don’t you.” You asked.

“Yes Mistress.” he nodded, his tongue flicking ceaselessly against your clit.

“That’s it. Keep sucking my pussy like the naughty slut you are.” you moaned. You began to roll your hips on his tongue, eager to reach your own orgasm. He relaxed his jaw and let you grind against his hot mouth until you were tensing up and coming undone over him. He continued with soft licks, helping you along, until you’d come down from your high.

“Would you like to fuck me now?” you asked as you slid down his body, siting just above his erection.

“God yes!” he groaned. “Please.” He wasted no time, his hands coming out to take hold of your waist. His lips latched to your neck and began to mark you.

“Condoms are in the bedside table.” you moaned. He rolled over, quickly ripped open a foil packet and sheathed himself. You shimmied down and lined him up with your entrance. You both moaned in unison as you sat down on his dick, not stopping until he bottomed out. You reached out and gripped his shoulders, holding on as you glided up at a glacier pace before slamming back down on him.  

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groaned, rolling his hips to meet you thrust for thrust. With this new angle, every bounce had him brushing against your sweet spot. His lips came up and wrapped around your nipple, gently biting down and swirling his tongue around the nub. It was almost too much for you.

“Mmm…I’m gonna cum.” You warned. His fingers began circling your clit as you bounced wildly. You screamed as your inner muscles tightened around him and bringing him towards his own orgasm. His grip on your ass tightened as he emptied himself into the condom, dropping his forehead into the crook of your neck to catch his breath. A few halfhearted thrusts later and you were both spent, leaning on each other for support.

He kissed your shoulder, your collarbone, the darkening mark on your neck, and aimed for your mouth. You turned your head so that his lips would land on your cheek instead. You climbed off of him and threw your legs to the side of the bed, slipping out of those heels before walking to the adjoining bathroom to clean up.

You could feel the jolts of pleasure as you walked, the tiniest of movements still managing to stimulate you. You slowly wiped your face, fixing your smudged eyeliner and lipstick and smoothed down your wild hair (tasks that would normally take you 30 seconds stretched to five minutes). You walked back into the room to find the CEO carefully putting his clothes back on.

“Um…thank you.” he said, his cheeks flushing. You smiled endearingly at him. How could he possibly be embarrassed after an hour of fucking?

“No problem.” You said nonchalantly. He looked…cute. All the worry lines and stress induced wrinkles were smoothed out in his afterglow. You low key wanted him to spend the night, to sleep in his arms and wake up to that messy hair.

“Have dinner with me tonight.” he said rather than asked, his sudden change back to professional demeanor bringing you out of your daydream. He asked every time he came over and every time you said no. You didn’t want the type of life he was offering. And he knew that. You shook your head and pulled the sheet tighter around your body. He walked over to you, closing the space between the two of you before you could stop him.

“Then at least let me kiss you.” He said. Your eyes widened as you shook your head. Kissing him would make this mean something. Kissing him would unleash all the feelings you’d been trying to keep at bay.

“Just one kiss.” He said, tilting your chin up so that you couldn’t look at anything expect him. He leaned in slowly and pressed his lips to yours gently, giving you the opportunity to break the kiss if you wanted. When you made no attempt to stop him, he cupped the sides of your face, deepening the kiss as if he’d been saving it after every dirty word, every hook up, and every orgasm. His tongue glided over yours, his tastes mingling on yours in this new, intimate way. You hadn’t been kissed like that before in your life and it made you yearn for more. You weren’t ready for him to pull away, but he did. He winked down at you, managing to make you blush. He put his jacket back on and kissed your forehead once more before leaving your apartment. You smiled as you locked the door behind him. He hadn’t been gone for 30 seconds before he came knocking on your door again.

“Did you forget something?” you asked. He shook his head.

“Same time tonight?” he asked.

“Yeah, sure.” You answered.

“Great. I’ll bring dinner to you. Wear some cute pajamas.” He said with a proud smirk. He waved before you closed the door in his face, rolling your eyes and unable to wipe that stupid smile off your face.

anonymous asked:

#95 w/ j-hope pls!

Prompt request: “I don’t know how you convinced me to do this.”

Pairing: Hoseok (J-Hope) x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Hoseok’s dance competition takes place during his birthday, leaving you in Seoul and him in New York. Luckily, you, being an amazing girlfriend, are able to pull some strings.

Word count: 1.3k works


“I miss you, babe,” Hoseok said, pouting dramatically. The video call was grainy and the sound was terribly distorted, but it was enough. “I’m so lonely.

“It’s only been a week,” you laughed, even though you felt the same way. “I think we’ll survive.”

“I know, I just wish you were here,” Hoseok said, serious this time. “I don’t like being away from you. And I don’t even get to spend my birthday with you!”

“I don’t like it either, Hobi,” you agreed with a sad smile. You yawned loudly, almost succumbing to the immense tiredness you felt. “I need to go to bed soon.”

“I keep on forgetting about the time difference,” your boyfriend said sheepishly. “Go to sleep now. I’ll talk to you soon, okay?”

“Okay. Good luck at semi-finals today,” you grinned widely, your eyes turning into little crescents that Hoseok adored. “I know you’ll advance.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” Hoseok laughed. “I’ll do my best.”

“Bye, Hoseok,” you said, moving your cursor to end the call. “I love you.”

“Love you, too!” he shouted, making a heart sign with his arms. You laughed as you ended the call.

Immediately, you jumped up. You grabbed the backpack that sat beside your bed. With our passport in one hand and your boarding pass in the other, you slipped out of your apartment. As if you were going to miss your boyfriend’s birthday!

You hurried downstairs where a taxi was waiting for you. Once you had settled in the car, you told the driver you’d tip him extra if he could get you to the airport as quickly as possible. After all, you had a plane to catch and a cute boyfriend to see.


The flight was long. Torturously long. Luckily, it was one of those planes that had WiFi, so you were able to talk to Hoseok. Just like you expected, he and his crew advanced to the finals. He was in a hip hop group that originated from Seoul but was notorious worldwide. They were going to face off against another crew from London.

Best of all, Hoseok didn’t expect a thing.

Currently, you were waiting for the airport shuttle with a few other passengers. Since you had some time to kill, you pulled out your phone to message Hoseok.

SENT 10:53 AM

Happy birthday boo!!!! Good luck today 💕

RECEIVED 10:55 AM

Thanks Y/N 💘 I’ll win for u!!!!

SENT 10:55 AM

Ur always #1 in my heart 😘 but I know you’ll win anyway

The shuttle finally pulled up in front of you. You boarded the bus and sat near the back, your backpack clutched tightly against your chest. You were nervous travelling in a new city alone, but for Hoseok, you’d do anything.

A little while into the ride, you remembered to message Jimin. He was a member of Hoseok’s crew and had also agreed to help you with your birthday surprise.

SENT 11:26 AM

Jimin!!!!!! I’M COMING TO THE HOTEL

RECEIVED 11:27 AM

wtf ok

SENT 11:27 AM

Just remember to stick to the plan ok

RECEIVED 11:28 AM

i don’t know how u convinced me to do this

SENT 11:29 AM

For the sake of true love???? Anyway, if anything goes wrong it’s on u

After about an hour, you arrived at the hotel Hoseok was staying at. Luckily, he wasn’t sharing a room with Jimin. Your wingman provided you with his suite number, so you attempted to navigate the huge hotel. The competition was also being held at this luxurious complex, since it was equipped with a stage and theatre.

Eventually, you found yourself in front of Jimin’s suite. You knocked on the door furiously, and you could hear Jimin cursing as he hurried to let you in.

“Goddamn, Y/N,” he hissed, throwing the door open and ushering you in. “Please relax.”

“I can’t,” you said, flopping onto Jimin’s unmade bed. “I’m so nervous. How is Hoseok? Confident? Sad? Excited?”

“He’s pretty calm, actually,” Jimin informed you, sitting beside you. “You know how he gets, though. He’s been reviewing our choreography nonstop.”

You and Jimin talked for a few minutes before a text alert interrupted your conversation. Jimin checked his phone and stood up.

“Hoseok wants us to practice one last time before we compete,” Jimin explained as he slipped on a pair of sneakers. “You know where to go, right?”

You nodded, feeling butterflies in your stomach at the prospect of seeing Hoseok perform. Once Jimin left, you dumped the contents of your backpack onto his bed. You had thrown in an outfit to wear. It was chic and all black, which you figured was suitable for a hip hop dance competition. After half an hour, you had gotten changed and applied some light makeup.

Your phone buzzed quietly. You patted around the messy bed, finally locating the device. It was a message from Hoseok.

RECEIVED 2:42 PM

I know you’re probably asleep, but I just wanted to say I love you a lot. I’m pretty nervous, but thinking about you makes me feel better. I’ll do my best for you

You felt yourself smiling, a few tears pricking your eyes. You blinked them away and stood up. The finals were starting soon.


The other crew performed first, but they were no match for Hoseok. His team performed crime-inspired choreography. It was raw and powerful, and each member moved in perfect unison. Then, Hoseok performed a solo piece. Each move was sharp and strong, and the fluid dance was punctuated by athletic displays if flips and rolls.

It was no surprise that the judges announced that, unanimously, Hoseok’s crew had won.

The entire crowd roared in congratulations. Even Hoseok’s opponents were cheering. You watched happily from the sidelines. But once Hoseok and his crew took the mic to accept their victory and the trophy, you knew what you had to do.

You snuck backstage, greeted by the Hoseok’s sound technician, Namjoon. He grinned at you, realizing your plan, and shot you a thumbs up.

Slipping through the curtains, you were immediately met by blinding lights. Hoseok was addressing the crowd.

“This means so much to all of us,” Hoseok said. “These dancers became my brothers, and we have sacrificed our blood, sweat, and tears to get where we are now. I would never have become the person I am today without them. I’d also like to thank my girlfriend who has supported me through everything, and even though she couldn’t be here–”

Jimin tapped Hoseok’s shoulder, cutting him off mid-sentence. Hoseok looked him, confused, until Jimin motioned to look behind him. Slowly Hoseok turned, and then he saw you.

It was like time slowed. You saw his eyes widen in slow motion and his lips moved silently. You both stood there, unmoving, for several moments.

Then, time caught up, and you were in each others arms. Hoseok spun you around, before setting you on your feet and kissing you roughly. His hands held your face gently, and your kiss turned salty as Hoseok began to cry.

Gently, you pulled yourself away.

“You really came,” Hoseok whispered, smiling radiantly despite his tears. “I love you so much, Y/N. Seeing you makes me happier than any damn trophy I could ever get.”

“Happy birthday,” you laughed, a few of your own tears sliding down your cheeks. “I would do anything for you. And I missed you too much to stay away.”

Hoseok pulled you into a hug, pressing kisses to the top of your head. In the background, the crowd applauded thunderously.

“For the record,” you said, “I told you that you would win.”

- Girl in Luv

I really wanted to post this request on the 17th. But I got stuck working till 12:30 AM so missed Hobi’s bday 💔 Also I wrote another story but I hated it?? So here I am, it’s 4 AM, and I hate myself. Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed. J-Hope, stay gold!! Happy birthday

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Hello Tokyo! (03/20)

Proofread: Sophia (@aseria) (*˘︶˘*).。.:*♡

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Sougo: This web program is presented by IDOLiSH7, and it takes place the same time as our tour to seven different cities, “Visual Board Tour.”

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((Hey guys, Dinni here. I just wanted to let y’all know that it’s coming up to con season where I live, so I’m throwing all the energy I’ve got into making prints and stuff, getting commissions finished and generally faffing about.
This however means I don’t have a lot of spare time, so Mirio’s gotta take a break from answering your questions until around mid-June, once the bigger conventions are over! We’ll try to answer the odd few in between now and then!
Thank you all so much for your enthusiasm and support, Mirio is such a ray of sunshine, and it means a lot to me that he’s getting the love and attention he deserves!!))
 
xx - Dinni


Music Series: Issues by Julia Michaels

I cannot explain how much I like this song….it’s sooo gooood.

Ever since the first time I heard it, its made me think of how everyone…everyone…has issues. And if you think you don’t…that’s an issue.

If you’ve not heard this song, you’re missing out. You can find it HERE, on my Spotify playlist called “Fresh Fresh”. This is “Issues” by Julia Michaels.

Thank you, Anon, for requesting!

And to everyone who has sent requests that are still yet to be written, I promise I am writing! I took yesterday off from imagine writing after a very long work day, and an evening with curry and a book idea I’m working on, and tonight I had an appointment after work so it’s very late and I’m half asleep at the moment, so I will take another look at this tomorrow and check for errors, but I wanted to give it to you before I crawl into my sheets. I’m back to it now so please don’t give up on me. I have several requests to fill, but anyone can send requests and I will keep them in the queue until they are written and posted!

Thank you all for your continued support of my writing! MWAH! xo

Shelli

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I’m jealous, I’m overzealous

When I’m down, I get real down

When I’m high, I don’t come down

I get angry, baby, believe me

I could love you just like that

And I could leave you just as fast

“I’m sorry, love,” Harry says to you as you both clean up the kitchen after dinner that night.

You sigh and scrub on the fork you have been washing for 5 minutes.

“I know she flirts and you hate it,” he told you, remembering the look on your face earlier that day at the studio, when you saw one of the women Harry had been working closely with, being obvious with how she felt about him. It was becoming very old, witnessing this same behavior from her every time you came along with him to work. Harry pulls the fork from your hand and grins slightly, trying to lift the mood of the room a bit.

“Dear god, woman, it’s fuckin’ clean, alright?” he chuckles.

You sigh again, draining the water from the sink and wiping down the countertop of soapy water droplets.

“It’s nothing, you know,” Harry says, pointedly.

“I know,” you reiterate for at least the 3rd time since the conversation began. “I hate it. And you do nothing to stop her.”

“What am I supposed to do, sweetheart?” Harry asks. “Tell her, please stop flirting with me, you’re really pissing off my girlfriend?”

“Wow, yeah, kinda like that. That wasn’t so difficult, was it?” you ask, sarcastically, then rethink your comment. “I’m sorry. I’m not angry at you. I’m angry that it keeps happening.”

“And jealous,” he snickers until you shoot him a look. “She’s very helpful with my work right now,” he says, thinking that was enough reason to say nothing.

“And if I told you one of my work associates acted that way with me?” you look at him with a raised brow.

Harry narrowed his eyes.

“Who? Who does that with you?” he asked, his jealousy bone beginning to itch.

“Hm,” you hum, annoyed.

“Why the fuck do you go there if you know she is going to be there and flirt with me and get your knickers in a twist?” he asks.

“Because I love to watch you work!” you screech. “Why the fuck do you think I come there? Think I get off on watching another woman try to get into your pants? I’m proud of your work, Harry! I want to watch you work. Is it so much to ask that she not display her goods 2 inches from your nose all day long and keep her hands to herself?”

“You trust me, don’t you?” Harry asks, already knowing the answer.

“Do you think I would still be with you if I didn’t?” you answer honestly, making him pause.

But you don’t judge me, ‘Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too

No, you don’t judge me, 'Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too

'Cause I got issues but you got 'em too

So give 'em all to me and I’ll give mine to you

Bask in the glory of all our problems

'Cause we got the kind of love it takes to solve ‘em

Yeah, I got issues and one of them is how bad I need you

Harry steps to where you are wiping the same spot on the counter for what seems the 50th time, leaning against your backside and wrapping his arms around you, his hands sliding inside your shirt, teasing your skin. His lips lightly peck where your neck meets your shoulder.

“I’ll talk to her,” he says, conceding.

“Thank you,” you answer, placing your hand over his. “That’s all I ask.”

His lips ghost your neck up to your ear as his fingers slide down the front of you, rubbing gently over the fabric between your legs.

“You know I would never do anything to hurt our relationship,” he says to you, lovingly, softly nipping at your jaw. “I need you too much to let something like that come between us.”

You smile a bit, closing your eyes at his touch and knowing his next intentions.

“You’re the only one for me,” he promises, slowly leading you toward the stairs that lead to the bedroom.

You do shit on purpose

You get mad and you break things

Feel bad, try to fix things

But you’re perfect

Poorly wired circuit

And got hands like an ocean

Push you out, pull you back in

You hear the door slam, wondering why he is home so early and why he’s slamming doors.

“Harry?” you ask from another room, before stepping out into the living room and seeing the angered look on his face. “Everything alright?”

“I don’t wanna fuckin’ talk about it!” he yells at you, charging to his office and slamming the door.

“Oh,” you say, a bit surprised.

If there was one thing that you think made you and Harry “work”, it was that you communicate. You discuss things when something is bothering either of you, talking it out and offering help or advice if you can. So Harry yelling at you that he doesn’t want to discuss it with you was unexpected. Harry was mostly even-tempered, but when he was pissed about something, you knew it was best to let him cool off and not push him, let him come to you when he was ready, so that’s what you were going to do.

Having dealt with his occasional anger issues before, you knew a glass of wine would be in order, followed by listening to him say what was on his mind, and ending with a massage before bed. You grabbed a bottle of his favorite from the wine stash, filled a bucket with ice and set it to chill, grabbing two glasses, and walked outside to enjoy the beautiful evening. The sky was full of stars tonight and you could see all of the constellations vividly.

But you don’t judge me, 'Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too

No, you don’t judge me, 'Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too

'Cause I got issues but you got 'em too

So give 'em all to me and I’ll give mine to you

After awhile you hear the door from the house open and Harry looking at you, walking to sit next to you. You pour him a glass of wine and hand it to him. He smiles at you slightly and takes it from you, pulling a long sip of the sweet nectar into his throat.

You look at him, saying nothing, just waiting for whatever he wants or doesn’t want to talk about. After another moment, his low, smooth voice breaks the silence.

“I fucked up,” he admits, nodding and looking out into the landscape. “I made a really shitty business deal and lost a lot of money.”

You nod but say nothing, still looking at him to continue.

“I knew when I made it that it was risky,” he said, pissed at himself. “Shouldn’t have taken it. I was greedy. Should have…” he sighs heavily, taking another deep drink from his glass. “I was so stupid.”

“Hey, you’re not stupid,” you reprimand. “You made a mistake. We all make them. If we didn’t, how would we learn from them?”

He looked at you and thought about that, then leaned his head back, looking up at the sky.

“Find the positive in it,” you say, making him cock an eyebrow at you as you giggle. “Don’t look at me like that. You’re good at bouncing back in difficult situations. There has to be a positive in it.”

“I’d like to know what,” he says, dully.

“Okay,” you say, accepting the challenge and thinking. “At least you have the money to lose.”

Harry looks at you like you’ve grown another head and chuckles.

“Think about it,” you say. “Many people when they lose a lot of money, they’re broke and in debt for years after, sometimes lose everything they have. Not the case with you, is it?”

“Well…no,” he says thoughtfully. “Thank god.”

“Alright then,” you nod. “Yes, you made a bad decision and you lost money. But you still have money, you still have your health, you still have your career, and you still have people who love and support you.”

He sighs, smiling a bit more, and looking at you, then pulling you closer to him as his arm clutches around your shoulder.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” he said sincerely, placing a kiss on your cheek and nuzzling his nose against your skin. “Let my anger get hold of me again, didn’t I?”

“We all have our issues,” you grin. “We’re far from perfect, but we love each other all the same.”

Bask in the glory of all our problems

'Cause we got the kind of love it takes to solve ‘em

Yeah, I got issues and one of them is how bad I need you

Yeah, I got issues (I got)

And one of them is how bad I need you

Niall Horan Imagine | Baby Time

{A/N: Such incredible feedback on my last imagine. Niall’s turn! Hope you guys love it as much as you did the other. Again, if you have anymore recommendations or requests, leave it in my ask box & I will for sure try and recreate the imagine for ya! Thank you for all the love!} 

Originally posted by tummyrolls


“Niall. Niall. Babe.” You say with a quickened and panicked tone as he was in the bedroom right next to you protectively. His arms draped around your stomach and back.

You were 9 months pregnant and on the verge of 10 months. Your baby girl was late and it was getting uncomfortable. With the stretching in your belly and the kicks, you were just wanting her in your arms.

Niall has been supportive and loving toward everything. As he has been in the studio every day up until your due date and now, he’s with you constantly. Even enough for you to tell him to go take a nap. Of course you loved Niall but sometimes, with this huge belly, you needed time to breath and not worry about labor.

“I think she’s coming.”

You mumble in a uncomfortable tone as his eyes flicker open and he stands up probably faster than you’ve ever seen him do that before. “Where where? Where is the damn hospital sack?” He says panicked, full dad mode, searching for the white suitcase which was his packed hospital bag for you and him.

“Niall, by the door, you’ve been checking it all week.” You say softly and somewhat calm surprisingly.

He looks back to you as you had some comfy plaid pj shorts on and a sweatshirt of his over your body. You two look at each other for a minute in disbelief that your baby girl was coming.

“She’s on her way love.” He says in that deep Irish accent you fell for. You nod acceptingly as he skips over to you almost falling and kissing your lips passionately, almost lifting you off the floor.

After about an hour drive of the hospital you two get a private room and Niall has called your parents and yours. He sits by your bed and holds your hand, being as attentive as possible.

“You feel okay? Need more blankets? Need anything?” He mumbles and looks into your eyes, moving a piece of you hair from your eyes. You shake your head leaning in and kissing his cheek.

“Im just fine babe.” You say cutely and then squeeze his hand and he nods smiling, catching on to the point of relaxing.

Hours go by and you are standing up and walking around getting impatient and hurting more and more as the contractions come and go.

“Niall.. I need you to do me a favor.” You say as you’re leaned on the bed with your palms on the mattress but still standing.

“Yes babe, anything.” He jumps to your side and then his hand on the small of your back comfortingly.

“Push my hips inward, take some of the pressure from my hips.” You say trying not to laugh but you couldn’t bare the pain anymore. The doctor said it may help and the class you took said it was a way to release some pressure build up.

He covers his mouth and has that grin on his face as he lets a small chuckle out through his lips, bending down and using all his might, placing his hands on your hips and starting to push in, not wanting to hurt you but you kept telling him harder. Which he laughed harder trying to push as you said it sounding like a dirty innuendo.

“Thank the lord.” You say unfiltered through your lips shaking your head.

Niall pops back up standing by your side laughing trying to hold it in.

“Your sweating Niall, are you alright?” You laugh and then cover your mouth brushing his in styles brown hair out of his eyes.

“Yeah, never thought I would be working out while you pushed out a baby.” He shakes his head and then rubs your back as you two laugh when your parents walk in.

Five more painful hours go by ~

Niall was by your side the whole time, almost breaking his hand and almost kneeing him in the face. Your little girl was perfectly healthy and glowing. The little Horan girl was laid on your chest in a small patterned beanie and her eyes popping open just like her dads. Your dream came true. She got Niall’s eyes.

She was Niall and your little princess. You nudge him looking down to her. His eyes fill with pride and some tears going down his red cheeks.

“She’s as beautiful as her mother.” He says and sits on your hospital bed right next to you, rubbing his fingers along her cheek and beautiful head.

You two were speechless that your new family had begun. But everything was worth the wait, everything was worth the long 9 months.

“She will probably get your smile.” He says and then makes faces to the newborn as if she can react. She calms down starting to fall asleep as he puts her gently and protectively covered in the crib. Niall comes and lays beside me and kisses your forehead hugging onto you.

“I’m proud of you, I’m proud of us. Mostly of you.” He says kissing you a million times all over your faces as you close your tiredly and close your heavy eyelids into a well needed sleep.

For my non-twitter allies, Nadja (@cyrena-chan) and Yume (@noonesaidwhy) (ง ˙o˙)ว !!!

Thank you for your daily visits to my castle aaaaa and also for all the fun times..! This serves as a parting gift though, since I will be inactive (semi-quitting) starting today ;;; I’m sorry for letting you down like this but there are a lot of things that came up recently, and I might not be able to find the time to play anymore. I hope you like my drawing and thank you again for everything (ง ˙o˙)ว !!!

I’m also grateful for all of you who are still sticking with me until now here on tumblr. Thank you for all the support and I hope we can all still see each other somewhere soon.

- Saedee / Chiaki