and her impossible face

;; spock&uhura → smooches 💋 2/?

   ↳ Uhura: Are you sure you don’t want me to go instead?
      Spock: That would be highly illogical as I am already outfitted—
      Uhura: Spock, I was kidding.  

“Woman”

requested // no

requests are open // request here

TW // Smut, profanity 

I hope you can see the shape that I’m in when he’s touching your skin

Jealousy. It’s in his veins. It’s selfish, he knows, but he doesn’t want to see her with anyone other than him. They’re just dancing, it should be innocent, but she’s staring at him. She’s staring at him with that gleam in her eyes and a smirk on her blood red lips, she knows what she’s doing to him and she’s enjoying it. He craves her. her touch being the only thing that could cool his burning skin right now, the kind of touch that breaks voids of silence, but she’s not touching him she’s touching that stranger. Her pretty hands touching a man who doesn’t even know her name, a man who asked her to dance whilst Harry was standing right there. He’s got the image of her over the shoulder smile she sent him as she walk away with a man that wasn’t him. She can see he’s mad, whether it’s at her or the guy touching her she doesn’t know but she can see his hand gripping his drink as hard as he grips her neck and it makes her ache…

Tempted, you know

Temptation. The cruellest of all mistresses. He’d ruin her, he wants to ruin her. He wants to hurt her so good she bites the inside of her cheek to suppress her whimpers when she thinks of him. He wants to do everything that man who’s got his hands on her could never do because he doesn’t know her body the way Harry does. It’s driving him insane, she’s driving him insane and the longer she stares at him, the more she bites that goddamn lip of hers, the more he can’t resist the temptation of watching her, watching him. If she could stop being so fucking pretty; he could stop losing himself over her. He would never make a scene, that wasn’t him, he doesn’t need to. He knows what she wants and he’s more than happy to oblige. She wants the sparks between them to leave carpet burns on her knees, she wants him to confess his sins with his tongue in the church beneath her skirt, she wants him to destroy her and fuck he wants that too. When the song ends, that mans hands drop from her waist and she saunters over to him with a sway in her hips and that smirk still playing on her lips. It’s got his arm reaching towards her and his hand in her hair, pulling it back as he whispers “you’re going to regret that” into her ear in that voice that leaves her breathless. She doesn’t say anything; she’s too focused on how his rough hand is so gentle on the small of her back as he leads her outside and into the back of a taxi.

You flower, you feast

She’s the prettiest sin he’s ever touched. Her black dress a mess on the floor by the door; discarded so he can leave fingerprint bruises on her skin. She’s gasping and they’re not even at the bedroom yet but when they get there, oh god when they get there, he’s everywhere all at once and she’s overwhelmed. She’s so soft and he’s going to break her. He’s got her under his thumb and she’s squirming, she’s writhing, every move he makes is so intense and she can’t breathe. She blossoms at his touch, his touch, the only one who should be touching her like this; at all. His fingers are in her and it’s just not enough. She needs him, all of him, whimpers of “please” and “need you” being all she can get out has him falling apart. She’s his weakness and that desperate look in her eyes is going to kill him.

Wo-woman

Every essence of him is in her, his body is all electricity when he’s one with her. His hands are all over her, like leaving any part of her skin untouched would be a crime punishable by death, she’s red with hand prints and bite marks and she’s never loved her body more. She’s his and now no one would be able to ignore that, no unnamed man at a bar had anything on Harry. No man could make her feel like he does, she’s ruined for anyone else and he loves it. Her back is arched and his lips are between her collarbones, one of her hands in his hair and the other over her mouth and she’s there. His encouraging whispers in her ear of “good girl” and “that’s it baby” aren’t helping her come down from this state of bliss. She’s silent, too in awe of this feeling to make a sound, it’s never quite felt like this before and he can tell because she’s so impossibly tight. He’s falling apart, her mouth-open-eyes-squeezed-shut face pushing him so far off the edge he’s in disbelief. He’s gripping at her, almost as though he thinks she’ll disappear, he’s got his head buried in the crook of her neck and he’s groaning. His husky voice sounding more like a growl as he loses himself inside of her and fuck it’s music to her ears. When he’s done he collapses, still inside of her, face still in the crook of her neck and they’re quiet. The aftermath to their euphoria being comfortable silence. Him on top of a body so beautiful to him, painted in marks from him.

Woman 

anonymous asked:

What if Genji, Tracer, and DVa's s/o died in the battlefield and they saw it happen? Like, what would they do?

A/N: Damn, this is some angsty stuff! Fun to write in a morbid sort of way, always enjoy figuring out how characters would react in different situations. Cheers!

Genji:

  • Genji’s mortified, he’s over to your side in an instant. He wants to believe he can save you, that there’s something he can do. You can get a second chance, like he did, you can live through this. He’s pleading with anything that was listening to save you, but to no avail. Genji holds onto your body long after you’ve passed on, his metallic howls echoing through the battlefield. Mercy will retrieve your corpse, taking it somewhere safe, but Genji refuses to return to base. He’ll cut a path through every enemy he stumbles upon, fueled by the blind rage he’s been thrown into. Eventually, his armor will be coated in their blood, his green visor faintly glowing from beneath the crimson paint. He’ll return to give you a proper burial, putting on an emotionless facade while your casket is lowered into the ground. Zenyatta’s the only one he’ll truly open up to about his sorrow, and his personality will begin to shift towards Hanzo’s. Genji will be more distant, he’ll quietly leave Overwatch with Zenyatta and resume their travels across the world. He’d lost himself before, sure, but he’d never lost someone that close to him before. Genji will visit your grave every month, leaving a bouquet of cherry blossoms before the tombstone. He’s been broken again, but this time he isn’t sure how he’ll be put back together. Even Zenyatta feels like something in him as shifted, and he’ll do everything he can to help Genji come to terms with what happened.

Tracer:

  • Tracer’s fast, but she wasn’t fast enough. She watches you go down, time seeming to slow down as she watches you hit the ground. She drops everything to be at your side, grabbing onto you and rewinding, desperately hoping that she can bring you back. She keeps rewinding, over, and over, and over, and over, each time more tears rolling down her cheeks, pleading with you not to leave her like this. Eventually, she just stops, she holds onto your body and just sobs into your chest. No one knows what to say, but eventually she gives your corpse over to Mercy to be prepared for the burial. She’s strangely quiet before the funeral, confining herself to her quarters, only rarely interacting with Winston. Tracer’s an utter mess at the funeral, it’s impossible to tell what streaks on her face are from tears and what’s from the rain. Winston has his arms wrapped around her, her sobbing muffled by his fur, even Soldier 76 appears visibly uncomfortable watching her be this distraught. She’ll still stay with Overwatch, it’s her family, but something about her changes a little. The chipper attitude returns, but occasionally a crack will appear. She spends a lot of time talking with Mercy and Winston about what happened, how she couldn’t save you. She’ll visit the grave every single day; mourning, just chatting to the grave, reminiscing over the memories you had together. No one should have to go through what she did, and she promises she’ll never let it happen to anyone else.

D.va:

  • D.va doesn’t notice immediately, thinking you just took a bad hit and need a medic. She’ll make her way over to you once the battle is over, expecting to cheerfully reminisce over the battle with you. Mercy’s distant stare instantly tells her that something is wrong, and she’s out of her meka before she even sees you. Tears roll down her cheeks as she watches your still body, hoping for you to come back to live, somehow. D.va’s known loss from the Omnic Crisis, but it never felt as personal as this. She’ll sob as Mercy comforts her, making sure she doesn’t see the medics take your body away, she’s still so young. The funeral is soon after, it’s a quiet affair, D.va just stares at your coffin wordlessly, attempting to put on a brave face in public. The rest of the Overwatch team is with her constantly, she’ll spend a lot of time with Lucio and Tracer, each of them trying to cheer her up. She’ll take a break from streaming for a very long time, she needs some time to herself, and certainly won’t be as extroverted as she once was. D.va will visit your grave frequently, trying to stop by at least once a week. She feels guilty about what happened, wondering if there’s something she could’ve done to save her player two.
Sugar, Sugar

A/N: It’s so late and so I will make this quick. Thank you to @celestial-writing for literally helping me cultivate every aspect of this fic. I’d be lost without her. Also, @minhosmeanhoe for throughly editing this for me  and for also being my late night partner in crime.

warnings; none

Word Count: 2876

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Ten Years (Part 12)

Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 4,065 (I AM OUT OF MY MIND)

Warnings: language, fluff, excessive sweetness

A/N: Tags are closed. This is the second to last part. I came THISCLOSE to having another cliffhanger, but I couldn’t do it. I don’t want to drag it out just to torture you. PS - IT’S SO FLUFFY I’M GONNA DIE!

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13

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THIS IS THE HS AU ANON HERE TO BLESS YOU WITH MY TRASH

Greek Myths HS AU

  • Zeus sits in the gold zone of the classroom. Far enough from the teacher that he can talk to friends and use his phone without getting in trouble. Close enough to not be pegged as one of the troublemakers
  • Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades used to be tight back in middle and elementary school, but something happened and now they kinda hate each other’s guts
  • Zeus’ old girlfriend, Metis, went missing their sophomore year and Zeus was initially questioned about it. But without a body there was no case
  • Zeus goes out with Hera now
  • Demeter is Persephone’s protective older sister.
  • The first time P and Hades talked was during lunch. Demeter had to make up a test or something and Hades generally sits by himself. And on that day P just walked up to his table, sat herself down, and started talking to him. Hades stared at her for close to 10 minutes before realizing it wasn’t a joke and yes someone was actually sitting there
  • News was all over school by the time lunch was over and Demeter flipped out
  • Demeter and Persephone are Zeus’ cousins
  • Athena and Hermes are Zeus’s younger siblings. Athena is taking nearly all AP classes. Hermes is just a freshman and is already notorious in the teachers lounge. 
  • Ares and Hephaestus are brothers, but they’re in the same grade because Ares was held back a year and Hephaestus was pushed up one
  • Apollo is captain of the basketball team and Artemis is on the track team
  • Hermes, Apollo and Dionysus are a trio of trouble. They met when they were all in detention together. Dionysus for drinking alcohol on school property. Apollo for lipping off to a teacher again with some sick burns. And Hermes for planting a stink bomb in the teachers lounge, releasing the class pet during science, and filling this one asshole’s locker with paint-soaked tampons (actually, there is no proof that the last one was him but everyone suspects him anyway). 
  • Zeus and Hera stared dating not long after Metis disappeared (a respectable amount of time after though) and they’ve been homecoming king and queen since then. 
  • Ariadne got dumped by her boyfriend in a super embarrassing way. Dionysus found her crying in one of his hiding spots and kinda (really) fell head over heels for her
  • Zeus is an infamous playboy and the whole school knows it. No ones really sure why Hera continues to put up with him. 
  • Hades, Ares and Hermes all sit in the back of classrooms, all for different reasons
  • Zeus, Poseidon and Hades all used to be tight during middle and elementary school. Something happened in the summer between 8th and 9t grade, and all hate each other’s guts now. No one knows why
  • Poseidon is captain of the school swim team. He has a brother who’s named Triton and also on the team
  • Demeter and Artemis are both a part of the Outdoors Club
  • Athena is a black belt in at least two different martial arts
  • Ares is always getting into fights, especially with his brother. But those fights are more verbal than physical (which means H always wins and Ares storms off to sulk)
  • Hermes is the young up and coming star of the track team
  • Hades has three dogs; Spot, Fluffy, and Rex
  • Hades developed a crush on P pretty fast. He fell in love with her the first time she met his dogs (they fell in love with her too)
  • Aphrodite has been dating Ares for a while. She is buds with Hephaestus, while he’s in the friend zone
  • Zeus has Lichtenberg figures from when he was struck by lightning as a kid
  • Hades generally ends up being the mediator between Zeus and Poseidon, even though the three of them in general don’t get along. Hades’ dislike is more passive towards the other two, while Poseidon and Zeus are more aggressive
  • Zeus likes a surprising amount of heavy metal bands
  • Hermes owns an insane amount of graphic t-shirts. And two snakes named Donnie and Marie
  • Zeus will inevitably cheat on Hera. And then Hera will slut-shame Zeus’ flavor of the week and Zeus will behave, until the next one comes along and the cycle continues
  • Zeus looks to his little sister for advice. Though 9 times out of 10 he doesn’t follow it
  • Artemis leads a Girl Scout troop
  • Aphrodite has a little brother named Eros who is in the 4th grade, and who is always stirring up shit
  • Dionysus is Hermes, Athena, and Zeus’ foster brother because his mom (who’s schizophrenic) lit their house on fire with the two of them in it and so she was hospitalized
  • Zeus is pretty protective of Dionysus because of this
  • Apollo, Dionysus, Hermes and Pan are in a band called ‘The Lyres’. Hermes plays the guitar and the pipes, Apollo sings and writes the songs and sometimes plays the guitar as well and the piano, and Dionysus is the bass. And Pan is also on the pipes. They’re currently searching for a drummer, though when they have gigs Artemis (grudgingly) fills in for them
  • Due to the songwriter, their songs end up being love songs to whoever Apollo is trying to woo that week (and than the subsequent heartbreak songs follow in the next week)
  • Artemis owns 7 dogs. Apollo cries.
  • Eris is Ares’ longtime best friend. They’ve known each other since elementary school when their teacher kept on mixing up their names with the other and they decided to start some shit
  • Hermes is Insta/youtube famous for prank videos and short vine-like clips and skateboarding tricks
  • Hermes skates hard. He also has wheelies that he’ll use during school, unless he is feeling extra chaotic, then he’ll use his board
  • Hermes and Dionysus are meme lords
  • Zeus is lowkey a fuckboi
  • Ares hates losing. Like, sure no one likes losing, but with Ares it turns to a whole new extreme featuring temper tantrums of epic proportions followed by long periods of sulking
  • Nemesis is salty af, as is Poseidon
  • Poseidon has so many fish, and has a funeral each time one dies. Hades and Zeus still get invited to them out of childhood tradition (and they both still come and mourn with Poseidon)
  • Athena is allergic to olives
  • Ares and Athena have this scary rivalry going on and are always trying to one-up each other. Hermes currently has a betting pool on who/when they either snap and kill each other, or make out. It is currently at a till of over $5000
  • Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades are all seniors, as well as Hera and Demeter
  • Artemis, Apollo, Ares, Aphrodite, Eris, Hestia, and Hephaestus are juniors
  • Dionysus, Adrienne, Pan, Triton, and Athena are sophomores
  • Hermes and Persephone are freshmen
  • Artemis is aro ace
  • Dionysus is panromantic, demisexual
  • Athena is lesbian, ace
  • Zeus is bi, but his trysts have never extended into the male variety, unless you listen to some of the rumors
  • Hermes is bi
  • Apollo is pan and jUST WANTS SOMEONE TO LOVE HIM BACK

“Hades!” He turned around, now certain that someone was calling his name. His heart stuttered as he spotted Persephone running towards him.

“Hey Persephone,” he grinned awkwardly, well aware of the flush rising in his cheeks. He stumbled as the leashes twisted around him eagerly to face the newcomer.

“Oh, and who are your friends?” She asked, stooping greet three overexcited dogs.

“Uh, well the Doberman Pinscher is Spot, the German Shepard is Fluffy, and Rex is the Rottweiler,” Hades blushed, inwardly cringing at the childish names, but Persephone just grinned at him and then went back to petting the dogs.

“Well hello there,” she cooed, scratching Rex behind the ears and petting Fluffy’s head while Spot sniffed at her, wagging his tail and waiting for his turn to be petted.

“You’re not afraid of them?” Hades blurted out, his blush growing deeper at his sudden outburst.

“Why would I be afraid of them?” Persephone looked up, smiling kindly.

“W-well, most people see them and are kinda wary, apparently they’re intimidating dogs,” he shrugged, scratching the back of his head absentmindedly. 

“Well most people are wrong. They shouldn’t judge based on appearances because even if they look intimidating they may actually be kind and gentle.” She spoke softly, her hands stilling. Hades’ face grew impossibly redder.

“And are they?” He clear his throat, finding it suddenly dry. “Kind and gentle?” His heart thudding painfully against his ribs.

“They most certainly are.” She stood up, ignoring the soft whines of protest that Rex gave her.

“Persephone!” A sharp voice pulled them out of the warm bubble that had surrounded them. Demeter stalked towards them, glaring at Hades with sharp eyes.

“Sorry Hades, have to go.” Persephone smiled apologetically before raising herself up on her tiptoes and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “I’ll see you at school!” She threw over her shoulder as she dashed back over to her spluttering sister.

Hades watched them walk away, Demeter screeching at Persephone who calmly ignored her. He lifted his hand to his cheeks where it burned over the place she had pressed her lips against so softly.

Oh god, I love her.

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Whoniverse: Class - a Quill an episode for the BBC America broadcast (1x06)

Be a Good Boy

Member: JungKook // BTS

Genre: Smut, Romance

Short Summary:  A submissive/masochistic JungKook having a choking kink + there’s mommy kink, as well as orgasm denial (courtesy of @koneko14 ) and I don’t know where that came from ;-0

A/N: I’ll be waiting for my compensation for this ;-) @koneko14

Words: 1.3k

/ PT.1 // PT.2 /

“Jeon JeongGuk, if you don’t keep your hands to yourself, I swear to God that I will make you immobile.” She growled, warning in her tone as her eyes narrowed in onto the man whom she spoke to.

To her further aggravation, he was smirking with satisfaction of her annoyance, and she cursed quietly as his hips puckered up with his hands suddenly gripping her waist and pushing her down.

Since she was supposed to be the one leading that day, she was not going to put with his assertions in no shape or form and so she stopped herself from riding his dick, pushing his broad self into the bed and getting off, walking around the bed and leaning over to reach the black box under. “Are you serious?” JungKook’s voice stammered for a second, before a nervous chuckle escaped his lips.

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Bubbles (Markiplier x FemReader) fluffy short

Originally posted by dork-iplier

(( gif not mine - beaut ))

(A/n): amazing

Summary: teasing

Warnings: swearing and suchhh

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“You need to like tone it down, three notches.”

“Why?”

“Because you do–”

“Not my fault you can’t say stuff.”

(Y/n) huffed impatiently with her boyfriend. Only three minutes ago did they both find out that (Y/n) saying ‘Bubble Gum’ was nearly impossible. She just happened to mess up, in one way or another, every time.

Someone, thought this was utterly adorable.

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my perfect A.D. reveal

One year after Mona went down for Charlotte’s murder, the liars are united by Ezria’s wedding.

Alison, Hanna, Emily and Spencer await like everyone in the church for Aria. After she walks down the aisle, everyone sits and the doors close. Suddenly, before the priest says any word, the doors open and a person walks in.

The liars turn to see it’s a woman. She’s wearing the iconic black widow dress and veil. The girls do notice this. No one sees her face.

At the end of the ceremony, everyone leaves except for the girls who still cleaning their tears and hugging Aria. As they turn to the door, they realize the black widow has been there all the time without moving. The BW gets up and, before leaving, look to the liars.

They, following their instinct, go after her before the party begins. Without being aware of it, they end up in Spencer’s barn. The place were it al started. 

The girls walk in. Something is different. All A.D. stuff is there. Computers, screens, photos, newspapers… and there stands the Black Widow, giving her back to the liars.

As they approach her, the Black Widow lifts her veil and turns around. Face to face, it’s her. Spencer. The girls realize it’s impossible. She is standing beside them. Spencer staggers. The other Spencer comes close enough to touch her face and says don’t be so dramatic, sis. Twins do run in the family.

For Sixpenceee: A Glitch In The Matrix.

Have you ever tried to recall the oldest, earliest memory you can think of? Like an early childhood memory?
For as long as I can remember, I’ve had this memory of being in a car with my mom and her (then) fiance at a drive-in movie theater. From what I remember, we were watching The Crow. I even recall my mother’s fiance switching the radio stations so we could hear another movie that was playing on the screen next to ours. This memory is vivid.

Fast forward to present day. While casually conversing with my mom, I ask her if she remembers when we went to the drive-in to watch The Crow. I explained my memory to her and Immediately she gets a serious look on her face. She then told me that it was impossible for me to have this memory because in fact she and her fiance did go to a drive in theater to watch The Crow and my recollection of everything was perfect, except for one thing- I hadn’t been born yet. She was 6 months pregnant with me at the time.

Teddy Lupin x Reader: My Girl

AN: I have never written for the new generation of Hogwarts kids, nor do I really follow their personalities or plot devices. I haven’t read Cursed Child, and not sure if I plan on it in the future. But this was fun to write, and I kind of made up my own ideas of what I think the newer generation would be like, so I hope you enjoy this and forgive any discrepancies. 

Request: @whovianaurthor

Warnings: Very small blood mention

Y/N found Teddy Lupin breathtaking. He smelled sweet, like bubblegum, and his lips were a blushed shade of bitten red. He had long, brown eyelashes that seemingly swept others away, and for someone who had ruler-straight teeth, his smile was perfectly crooked. While his hair would be a different shade by the hour, Y/N liked it best as a cool-toned gray or shocking pink. It made his hazel eyes practically pop out of their sockets.

Y/N was quite a looker herself. She had beautiful y/h/c locks, and a cute button nose. Her laughter was like a windchime tinkling in the breeze. Y/N’s eyes were warm and full of life, and when she grinned, little crows feet crackled on the top of her cheeks. Her skin was smooth, and she was a vivid, but kind soul – always helping others get back on their feet when they fell.

Teddy and Y/N started to date in their fifth year after he shyly asked her to a drink at the Three Broomsticks through a handwritten note. He poked anonymous love letters through the crack of her dormitory door for weeks before they became an item, and had continued the gesture throughout their relationship. They would sit by the fireplace in the Hufflepuff common room; Y/N sprawled out on the rug as Teddy wrote poetry on her skin with a pot of ink and rounded quill. They existed together in a silent but peaceful harmony, and nothing felt better to Teddy than the feeling of Y/N’s hand in his.

Which is why he would get so fired up whenever Louis Weasley would chat Y/N’s ear off. They were good friends, but Louis was by nature, a flirt, and nothing sent Teddy into a fit like Louis playfully touching Y/N’s arm or biting his bottom lip when they conversed. Teddy would sit at the Hufflepuff table, his hair a jealous orange, sleeves rolled and boot strings unlaced, watching their interaction with a pained expression.

“Pretty boy is flirting with my girl.” He grumbled, angrily, fluttering his long lashes.

“Keep your head, Teddy, you know how jealous you can get.” Augusta Longbottom advised, picking at her breakfast.

“I do NOT get jealous.” He snarled, the hue of his hair darkening. “I have a lot of love for Y/N, and I’m not gonna let some prat steal her away.”

Louis had Y/N rolling with laughter. Her chest rose and fell with giggles, and tears glistened in her eyes. He was laughing too, running a hand through his stark blond hair. Louis’ blue eyes sparkled in the light of the candles, and it appeared that Y/N was pinkish in the face from all of the laughing.

“You’re such a joker.” Y/N prodded Louis, rolling her eyes.

Teddy held his fork with a purple, strained fist.

When breakfast was over, Louis and Y/N walked to their next class, and Teddy was hot on their trail. As he rushed through the bustling crowd with his messenger bag slung over his shoulder, he mumbled angry, incomprehensible phrases under his breath.

“Lousy-“

“-Ravenclaw brat thinks that he’s better than me.”

“Y/N is MINE, she’s always been MINE, and I’m gonna protect her-“

His hair slipped to a slime green, and his bushy eyebrows furrowed over his eyes. Sweat beaded on his forehead from all of his pent-up emotions, and Teddy could barely see the back of Y/N’s y/h/c hair and Louis’ blue scarf. Just as the crowd broke, he caught up to the pair, tripped over his bootlace and gave himself a bloody nose.

Y/N let out a yelp, and stooped to help Teddy up. Louis raised his eyebrows and jumped back in shock. Books and parchment fluttered about in the courtyard. Teddy quickly scrambled to his feet, and held a hand over his nose. He raised a finger at Louis.

“Stay away from my girl, Louis. She’s my sun and stars, and you need to back off because I won’t let you snatch her from me.” He barked.

“What?!” Y/N said, looking from Louis to Teddy. Teddy didn’t falter.

“You think I’m trying to chat up Y/N?” Louis asked with an incredulous tone.

“I don’t wanna hear it, snooty boy. Keep your distance. Please and thank you.” Teddy snapped, grabbing Y/N’s arm and pulling her into an empty classroom.

Louis stood, stunned, in the middle of the hall.

Teddy twisted a tissue from the desk in the corner and stuck it in his nose. Y/N rested against a table, thoroughly confused. He walked to her, and began pressing kisses all over her face, making the gap between them impossibly small. Their hips pressed together, and their bodies conformed to make one shape. Y/N had to fight her every urge, and pulled back from the kiss.

“Edward Remus Lupin, what the BLOODY HELL was that all about?” She said, placing a palm on his chest.

Teddy grabbed her hand and pulled it to his lips, tilting his head to give Y/N a dark stare as he kissed it. Y/N’s heart fluttered, and she tried to pull her focus back together and be cross with him.

“Teddy, listen to me!” She insisted.

“Baby, I am listening!” He replied, defensively.

Y/N pouted, squeezing her eyebrows together. Her y/e/c eyes glimmered as she pleaded with him.

“Tell me what’s gotten into you!” She explained. “Every time I’m with Louis, you get all… jealous!”

Teddy spun Y/N around, and snaked his hands down her waist, running his thin fingers over her skin. His mouth moved to her neck, biting and tugging wherever he pleased. His intention was to leave his own type of “Dark Mark.”

Finally, Y/N simply pushed him off, her face scarlet, but her mind attentive.

“Edward.” She said sternly, crossing her arms.

Teddy rolled his eyes and stuck out his bottom lip. He ran a rough hand along his firm jaw in thought, and shuffled his feet.

“Y/N.” He mocked.

“You know there’s nothing between Louis and I. We are really good friends!” Y/N explained, coming closer to him. “Teddy, look at me.”

Y/N placed her hands on the side of his face, her eyes shining brightly.

“Teddy, there’s never been anyone but you. I’m obsessed with you. I crave you. You’re unlike anyone or anything I’ve ever seen. You’re sweet to me, you listen to me when I need an ear. When I need someone to hold me, you extend your arm. I love you Teddy. I love the hell out of you, and if you think I’d give that up, well, you’re a fool.”

Teddy let out a sigh and dropped his head. When he perked back up, he had a soft smile on his lips. His long eyelashes fluttered, and he leaned down to give Y/N a passionate kiss. She gave his biceps a gentle massage, and when they pulled away, Teddy had calmed down considerably. Rubbing his neck, he gave another small sigh.

“Well, I have something to take care of, babe.” He admitted, quietly. “I’ll sneak into your dorm tonight and we can watch the stars, okay?”

Y/N pressed a kiss to her hand and her hand to Teddy’s lips, grinning.

“Okay.”

“Anyway, so I’m real sorry. Gramma says I need to stop ‘projecting my insecurities on to people’ or some bollocks like that, but I know you didn’t do anything to Y/N. I’m just protective of her because she’s my world, and all that. I’ll buy you a drink sometime at the Three Broomsticks. Can you forgive me?” Teddy explained, eyes cast downward and hands in his pockets.

Louis looked uncomfortable, but smiled and shook Teddy’s hand.

“I understand, Teddy.” He replied, adjusting his scarf. “But if you think I’ll drop that drink offer, then you’ve got another thing coming.”

Teddy scoffed.

“Can’t catch a break, can I?” He joked, starting to turn and walk towards Y/N’s dorm.

“Hey!”

At the sound of Louis’ voice, Teddy jerked back around.

“Honestly though, you’re being a bit dull.”

Teddy became quite perturbed, and pushed up his sleeves, walking towards Louis with intimidation. His apology apparently didn’t go as planned.

“What did you say to me?”

Louis let out a chuckle.

“You’re being daft, Teddy.” He explained. “Do you really think Y/N has eyes for anyone else? The girl that scribbles your name in her notes? The girl who got up the courage to talk to you for a month, then just asked you when the next Hogsmede visit was? The girl who would cry at night because she was afraid that you wouldn’t even notice her existence?”

Teddy did feel a bit stupid, and ran his fingers through now light peach hair. He gave a strangled smile.

“Love makes you stupid, my friend.” He said, giving Louis a small wave.

“I’d drink to that.” Louis replied, with a short nod.

Teddy walked away, with a fantastic smirk, and set off to hold and cherish Y/N, like he’d done for months, and would do for years.

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Just a little Saturday morning smutlet…happy weekend!


She’s humming to herself as she scrubs at the remnants of cinnamon stuck in the depths of her mug and doesn’t hear him approach from behind, his bare feet making little sound on the hardwood as he cages her in with his arms. He chuckles at her flinch and she flicks the water from her fingers over her shoulder in retaliation.

“Sorry, love, didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Yes you did.”

He doesn’t respond, instead seeking the soft skin behind her ear with his slightly wet nose, his lips pressing a smile along her neck when he feels her responsive shiver.

“I was getting lonely.”

“I’ve only been over here for a few minutes…”

Who is she kidding? The way their lives are, a few minutes might be all they have before someone comes crashing through their door with a problem that just must be solved.

The grumble he mumbles against her skin sounds like an agreement to her unspoken thought.

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anonymous asked:

Hello girls!!!! Last night I was thinking that Jamie was King of Men and Red Jamie in season two. Men feared him and respected him, saw him as a great soldier. What if one of these men from the army saw a sweet moment between Jamie and Claire? Seeing how caring and loving Big Bad Jamie actually was only with his wife? Please and thank you in advance for your amazing work!!!!! I admire all of you so much!

“Step lively, now! I thought English soldiers always loved marching!”

Corporal Alexander Lake bit back a retort and leaned heavily on the shoulder of Private Oliver Mason (his real name being unpronouncable, due to the odd fact that he was of all things a Lithuanian mercenary), hobbling as best he could to keep his weight off the broken ankle. Mason wasn’t in much better shape – with blood slowly darkening the scarlet of his lieutenant’s coat, and missing the top half of his right ear.

What a bloody farce this all was. All that planning – all that stupid confidence that they’d glorify the King by crushing this damned rebellion led by these filthy Scots. And now here they were, sliding through the mud as prisoners of war on their way to what Mac-whatever had said was their field hospital.

Field hospital? Did they even have hospitals here?

Mac-whatever heartily clapped a compatriot on the back as they rounded a corner toward a barn that had clearly been converted into some kind of military facility. Men sporting all kinds of wounds milled about the courtyard – clutching broken bones, blinking against pain, wandering in a daze, still in shock from the very quick and very bloody battle.

“All right, lads! Just go through that door right there – I’m sure the ladies would love to take care of ye!”

The Scot pointed a grubby finger in the direction of the barn door, where a weary, kerchiefed woman waited. The small, sad column of prisoners grimly filtered through the door.

Lake’s first impression was of surprise – for the field hospital was quiet, orderly, and organized. Run with military-like precision.

“The British! The British prisoners are here!” piped up a young, panicked woman as they entered.

With the crowd of men in front of him, Lake couldn’t tell who the woman was addressing – some kind of general, perhaps? But then Rhead – ever wanting to show his mettle as a leader – piped up:

“We mean you no harm, madam – but we do require your assistance.”

The fool sounded like he was begging. How dare he? How –

But the voice that responded – Christ almighty. An Englishwoman.

Leading a Scottish military hospital?

None of it made sense – had he been struck by a bullet or saber after all?

But before long he was laid flat out on a straw pallet – surprisingly clean – and the Englishwoman was lifting his eyelids and prodding his joints.

“Swelling looks normal for a break…any tenderness around the other joints? Were you struck by anything?”

Too dumbstruck to respond, Lake could only shake his head.

The Englishwoman – whoever she was – clearly knew her way around a wounded body. Sweat shone on her forehead. Blood – likely from a mixture of several people – had soaked a good six inches up the hem of her skirts. Still more blood spatters coated her arms, with one smear tantalizingly just above her bosom.

This woman was in charge – and absolutely breathtaking in her beauty.

“You’ll just have to lie here for a while – there are many other men more gravely wounded than you. Do you understand?”

Even if he didn’t, could he tell her no?

He must have nodded, for before long she was gone in a swirl of skirts, issuing commands to the dedicated women buzzing around the room.

It could have been hours or days that Lake lay there, contemplating. Watching more and more injured Scots trickle in – listening to the dispirited murmurs of conversation between the prisoners around him – admiring how one of the younger women never seemed to rest, despite her clear exhaustion.

But more than anything, wondering how She had made it here.

Clearly She wasn’t under duress – clearly She thrived in this environment. Perhaps She had wedded herself to the Scots’ ridiculous cause? Perhaps She had grown up in Scotland – but then where would She have gained such impressive medical experience? The Scots weren’t exactly known to let their women out of their hovels or castles.

She hadn’t been part of his army – he doubtless would have heard of her. She certainly had a tongue to match the most seasoned soldier – and wasn’t afraid to use it.

Christ, what a woman. Clearly respected by both the men and the women in the room. None of the men even attempted to touch her skirts, or look down her bodice – for fear, perhaps, but definitely for respect.

Dim memories from school flooded into his mind – Boudicea the warrior queen. Elizabeth Regina. Cleopatra, even – all fearsome women in their own right. All queens – just as this strange woman was.

The door crashed open – and Lake’s blood ran cold. For in strode Red Jamie – the man he’d seen cut down at least five of his comrades that morning. The man the generals talked about in their councils – about how smart and ruthless he was. How he’d charm you right into a trap. How he was so dangerous that he should be captured – if not shot – on sight. And here he was, filthy shirt stained with the blood of his brothers.

And here he was, striding toward Her. Holding Her. Framing her blood-smeared face in his blood-stained hands.

Kissing Her.

Bloody hands impossibly gentle.

Christ almighty. She was Red Jamie’s wife. The Stuart Witch.

Their reunion – lingering, tender – mesmerized him.

For such love to exist – to thrive – in such a place…

And then She stormed outside – and he turned to survey his wounded men.

Lake coughed - suddenly feeling very tired - and finally closed his eyes.

astrangetypeofchemistry  asked:

Ninette AU where Nino is the cute barista and Marinette stutters every time she orders

jUST FUCK ME UP FAM


“Hey,” said Kim, grinning as he nudged Nino’s side. “There’s your number one customer.”

Nino glanced up from the latte he was making, spotting the dark-haired, blue-eyed girl that often found her way into the coffee shop during his shifts. As he watched, she bit her lip uneasily as she glanced around, as if looking for something…

Suddenly, her eyes caught his on her, and her face exploded in red. As she ducked her head, Kim cackled.

“So, when’s the wedding?”

Nino rolled his eyes at his co-worker, hoping that would distract from his own embarrassment.

“Just because she’s blushing doesn’t mean she’s interested in me,” Nino said, feeling his heart sink as he spoke the words. “Maybe she’s just shy.”

“Uh-huh. Which is why she only blushes around you.” Kim shook his head and nudged Nino away from the drink he was making. “I’ve got this. You go take her order. Go on, I know you want to.”

“Anyone ever tell you you’re a busybody, dude?” Nino grumbled, but nonetheless made his way over to the counter, smiling easily at the girl, even as her freckled skin flooded with red. “Hi, welcome back. The usual?”

“Um, y-yes,” his favorite customer stuttered, and Nino thought her hand might be shaking as she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. He tried not to think too deeply on it as he grabbed a travel cup from the side, grabbing a Sharpie and writing down the woman’s preferred drink.

“Name?” He asked, glancing over as he wondered if she would actually give it to him this time–usually, this was about the point where she dissolved into a stuttering mess for no apparent reason, and Nino took pity on her and made her drink himself so it wouldn’t be confused with anyone else’s.

Today, however, something must have been different, for the woman, though her face was still plenty red, squared her shoulders.

“M-Marinette,” she answered, and at last, Nino had a name to go along with that lovely face. “M-my name is Marinette.”

“…Marinette,” Nino repeated, smiling. Marinette’s face grew impossibly redder, and she ducked her head again. Once again, Nino took pity on her and moved on, scribbling her name on the side of the cup before passing it on to his coworker, turning to the cash register next. “Sorry I won’t be able to personally make your coffee today, but I’m sure it’ll still be good.”

Marinette mumbled something as she handed him the cash to pay for her drink, shifting from foot to foot. Nino blinked, leaning forward.

“Sorry? I didn’t catch that…”

Marinette took a deep breath, her blue eyes peering up at him.

“I, I said…that I-I l-like your face–COFFEE! I like your coffee! Th-the coffee here! I like it, it’s good!”

Nino stared at her, feeling himself grow warm under the collar as she stared at him, mortified. She squeaked out a thanks, and then swiftly moved over to the waiting line; Nino watched her bury her face into the collar of her coat, and something warm washed through him.

Oh no…she was adorable.

The question was…what was he going to do about it?

“Kim, hold up,” Nino requested, grabbing Kim’s arm as he picked up Marinette’s completed coffee order, picking up the Sharpie once again. “I forgot to add something…”

Kim squinted at the sequence of numbers Nino had added right under Marinette’s name, sending Nino a sly look.

“Your phone number, huh? Tell me again how you don’t think she’s interested?”

“Shut up and give her the cup.”

Tp Zelink Headcanon.

Princess of Hyrule never smiled…or that was what people of Hyrule believed so. But Link knew that wasn’t true. He had seen her smile and it was directed at him. A sad, melancholic smile when they stood victorious after the gruesome war of Twilight…
Even though it was a melancholic smile it was the most beautiful thing he ever saw and he dreamed of seeing her smile with happiness, grin with joy and laugh with merriment when he wasn’t having nightmares of death and loss…

However, that was the last time he saw her smile…

He vowed to himself that he would make her smile again…but being no closer to each other than that of acquaintances it was a hard challenge to take.

Most of the castle was destroyed during the Twilight war and Royal gardens were in that list. Princess Zelda asked for able hands to help to rebuild and despite being through hell (and heartbreak) Link volunteered immediately.

Zelda delayed the rebuilding of less important parts of castle, due to limited man power and resources…Royal Gardens was one of Zelda’s most beloved places, but gardens were left unattended, forgotten…still Zelda went there all the time to lament, pray and ask for the forgiveness for all her failures and weep her heart out…Link saw her in one of her moments.

It became his personal mission to restore Zelda’s favorite haven. Using his own resources and contacts, he started planting all kinds of trees and flowers there one by one, avoiding Zelda and hiding his progress from her. Restoring statues, fountains, small flower mazes…but it didn’t take long for the bearer of Wisdom to figure it out and she confronted him telling him to not spend riches on her “not so important” gardens…(well, he didn’t listen to her)

And by each passing day she would find new plants, flowers flourishing out of nowhere and then one day she bumped into Link in the field of silent princesses (which was supposed to be impossible to plant) her face finally cracked and she smiled at him…and he kept on making her smile.

Their relationship started there. It became a recurring place for their visits. They would talk, have a little chat or just sit in comfortable silence.
They started with talking about the progress of rebuilding then their topics changed into their interests and when they became too comfortable with each other…they shared their demons and nightmares, seeking comfort in each others’ arms.

It started with Link holding her hand when she was asking for forgiveness…

They started hugging away their demons and soon their hugs turned into embraces…which turned into kisses.

They would kiss for hours and hours, breathe each other’s scent hastily and then start kissing again.

She smiled shyly with heavy blush adorning her face when he whispered most profound words of love into her ear…

She grinned with joy and immense happiness dancing in her eyes when he asked for her hand in marriage…

She laughed with merriment at the face he made when she told him that she was with a child…

He kept on making her smile…
and she kept on loving him…