and i will look down and whisper 'no'

This Is War [11]

Summary: After being rejected by your best friend Bucky, Sam sets you up with one of his friends, on the condition that if the date doesn’t go well, you have to sign up for a dating app. The date doesn’t go well. As you begin to look for love in other places, Bucky starts to feel something he never felt before. Jealous.

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1520

Warnings: Angst. Maybe some language. Mentions of alcohol

A/N: Haha.. Insert sweating emoji face here..

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Spencer Reid x Reader (smut)

Requested: Yes. Anon: hey! I really love your blog and I was wondering if you could do a reid x reader where the reader has a wet dream about Spencer and she finally tells him about her dream after he asks her what’s wrong and it ends in smut?? thank you so much

Word Count: 3,589, Warnings: Swearing, NSFW, Oral Sex.

A/N: Oh my God okay so I went a little crazy on this one and it’s a full fledged long fic. I was writing this and I actually needed to take a break my palms were sweating because Reid is so fucking hot. Anyway, I hope you like it! Please let me know if you want a Part 2 ;)

- M xo

(Gif not mine, credit to owner)

Originally posted by hisirishsoufflegirl

Sprawled out on your bed, your naked form was being admired and touched by a handsome man. He glided his fingers up and down the sides of your thighs as he placed sensual kisses on your stomach. “God, you’re so beautiful.”, whispered Spencer. 

Wait what? Spencer? Hold on. Did you just have a wet dream about your nerdy co-worker?

You woke up in your bed covered in sweat as you tried to calm down your flustered state as you panted heavily trying to vaguely recollect the memories of the dream you had just had. It wasn’t a bad dream, in fact, it was amazing. You squeezed your thighs together in hopes of some sort of relief, but all you could do was think about the dream, which made your state even worse.

You sat there in silence as you tried to comprehend what had just happened. You’d been working at the BAU for 4 years now and you had never thought of Spencer that way. Sure he was tall, had gorgeous chiselled cheekbones and never failed to amaze you with his intelligent brain. Oh, God. Here you were thinking inappropriately about your co-worker at 3 in the morning when you had to be in for work at 7. There was no way you were going to act normal in front of him after this strange yet intoxicating image of you and Spencer practically having sex ingrained in your brain. All you could do was try to get back to sleep and hope that the flush would be over in the morning.

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From The Dining Table - Harry Styles AU

Warnings: smut 

Summary: Where Harry really fucked up.

A/N: I’m sorry if there’s any grammar errors ! This is my first AU writing and I work really hard on this one, I hope you enjoy it ! (P.S GIF’s not mine)

Words: 1,844

PART 1 

“Argh… Fuck.” Harry moaned, his hands were under his pants pumping his dick faster and faster until he reaches his climax, the hotel room are very quiet and cold. He made his way to the bathroom to shower and clean himself, the warm water are dripping all over his tense body, he’s been very lonely. He have been very busy with the debut album, everything is very exhausting that he forgot about [Y/N]. 

Tall skinny body, brown glowy skin, wavy hair she is so beautiful that Harry is confused why the hell she’s not a freaking super model. They have broken up months ago, but he’s still not over it yet, Harry found himself still thinking about her but Harry is positive that [Y/N] is 100% over him. He walked out of the shower after he finished drying his hair, because it became a routine ever since [Y/N] told him that it’s not good to sleep with your hair dripping wet. Harry misses her so much that it hurts his whole body, especially his chest. He misses her Tom Ford perfume Harry had gifted to her because the scent of that perfume just reminds him of [Y/N], the screaming that came from the dining table while she works on her job that is graphic design because she forgot to add another layer, coming home to her playing the grand piano, and the way she took care of him 

until he can’t take it, so he called her. 

“Hello?” Her voice are raspy, she sounds like she just got out of bed then Harry checked the digital clock that is beside his bed 

02:32 AM Crap. 

He thought, he forgot that it’s two in the freaking morning 

“Who the fuck is this?” She continued “It’s- It’s Ha- Harry.” Harry stutters “Why the hell are you calling me in this hour?! Can’t it wait tomorrow?”

 "Can- Can I come to your apartment?“ 

“In this hour? Hell no Styles.” She answered “Please [Y/N]?” She didn’t answer him for a couple seconds but then she agreed “Fine.”

 "Thanks Love.“ The nickname definitely slips out of his mouth, he didn’t mean to call her that, after he hung up he put on some clothes, took his keys and immediately drive to [Y/N]’s apartment. 

When he arrived at the white building he immediately made his way inside and went to the receptionist desk but he found the staff sleeping with his head rested on the wooden table so he went upstairs without leaving his ID at the receptionist desk. 

The elevator dinged when it arrived at the third floor, he walked outside and began to find [Y/N]’s apartment door. 

0703.The sign on the black door said, he knocked it a couple times but there is no sign that [Y/N] is making her way to the door, so he open up the door; it’s unlocked

 "God Damn it [Y/N].” He went inside quickly and walk straight to [Y/N]’s room and he’s never been so relieved in his life to see her sleeping safely in her bedroom, he sat at the small red couch beside her bed, watching someone while sleeping is overused and mainstream but he couldn’t tear his eyes off of the beautiful girl that is sleeping. After a couple minute watching her sleeping quietly Harry decided to go out of the room to get some water but Harry being the clumsy guy he is, he accidentally run in to her nightstand and knocked up a little night lamp “Fuck.” He hisses quietly 

“What the…” [Y/N] is awake by the time Harry clutching on his toes “I’m ver-very sorry, please go back to sleep.” He didn’t know what to say, It’s been months since the last time they saw each other “No, I just- you really came here.” She said

 "I did.“ He nodded, [Y/N] sighed and sit up "Why do you came here? It’s like in the middle of the night! This is so weird you are my ex boyfriend and-" 

"You didn’t lock your door, that’s dangerous.” He cut off her sentence 

“It’s not like I have something worth thousands of dollars inside this crappy apartment.” She answered “But they can hurt you.”

 "Why do you care Harry? Just go home okay, get some sleep I’m sure you have a lot of things to do tomorrow.“ She’s always been the type of girl that is not into complicated drama, if there’s a problem or a conflict she’ll try to fix it right away leaving the drama out of it 

"But I miss you.” That. There’s the words that Harry has been dying to say to her 

“Just go home okay H?” The nickname, she didn’t mean for it to slip out of her lips “There’s no alcohol in this world that can sink in the chest pain I am having every time I think about you.”

 "Go home Drama Queen, you don’t get to say that after leaving me with no phone call or text after the break up.“ She lay down and turn to the other side "I’m sorry [Y/N]." 

"You are forgiven, now go home get some sleep.” Harry sighed and sit at the edge of her bed, she’s never been the one that have a lot of money, she rarely treated herself, she hardly want to buy anything because her job didn’t pay her that well and Harry miss the time he can spoil her with anything even though she didn’t like it when people buy her things 

“Can I sleep here? On the couch?” He asked her “What ever I don’t care.” She coldly answered, Harry nodded despite the fact that she can’t see him so he took of his shoes and shirt leaving him with the dark grey sweatpants he is wearing and try to lay down on the couch and slowly he fell asleep. 

After about fifteen minuted being half asleep Harry are woken up by a sound of someone sobbing quietly, Harry immediately sit up and went over to the bed to check on [Y/N] 

“[Y/N]?” He whispered, she looked a little shocked “God damn it H, I thought you were asleep.” She rasp “I was.” Harry’s fingers are wiping the tears that is staining her beautiful face “Why are you crying? Tell me [Y/N].”

 "It’s just- It’s just that you don’t get to come here, calling in the middle of the night out of nowhere after you decided that you missed me! I have been missing you this whole time but I can’t just call you and tell you that I missed you! You can’t do that Harry that’s not fucking fair!“ She shouted, clutching on to the pillow she’s hugging, the familiar pain sensation spreading across his chest "I’m so sorry darling, that it took me a lot of time to realize that I missed you,” she shooked her head while the tears keep streaming out of her eyes, Harry tugged the wavy hair on to the back of her ears “Come one Love, show me your beautiful face,” She always falls for his charms, the way he talk to her made her knees weak, and somehow she always agree to do what he says as if she’s compelled she should be hating him after all of the things he did to her but as you can see now she’s letting him in again 

“There you go.” he began to dry the tears from her face and lay down beside her “I thought, maybe one day you’d call me and tell me that you’re sorry too. I waited Harry and God, I hate myself so much for getting my hopes up. It hurts H.”

 "I’m sorry, I’m sorry sweetheart. I’m here now, I’m not leaving you not again, not anymore,“ Harry lay down beside her and play with her hair from the back, he know that [Y/N] will be fast asleep if Harry played with her hair "I love you [Y/N], now sleep my love. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

 Harry woke up with [Y/N] sleeping quietly beside him facing the big and dirty window, Harry didn’t have her wrapped around his arms because cuddles won’t instantly fix them, Harry don’t think that it’s what [Y/N] wanted, so he gave her space; just like what she wanted. It’s been a very long time since Harry came to this apartment, the last time he came here was before [Y/N] move to his apartment and help her packs up her things. Harry slowly sit up and walk outside her room to get something to eat, he went to the kitchen and open up the fridge; it doesn’t have anything unless two bottles of wine and Chinese food leftovers that is probably not edible by now Harry wants to go out and buy something to eat for both of them but he promised her when she wakes up he’s going to be right here.

 [Y/N] woke up facing the window, she roll over and found the space beside her empty. She sighs knowing that this would happen, and how she shouldn’t get her hopes up that Harry would stay the night. She checked her nightstand and no, he didn’t left any notes she told herself to get over it and get ready to start the day. 

Harry heard a shuffling in [Y/N]’s room and decided to check her, as he walk inside her room he saw her in a plain black bra set “JESUS!” She screamed and cover herself with a blanket “It’s nothing I haven’t see [Y/N].” He smirked “I thought you left.” She walk over to her the other side of her bed-still in her underwear and put on some clothes, Harry can’t stop staring at her, her body-god her body is amazing “I’m a man of my words [Y/N],” Harry answered [Y/N] respond him by rolling her eyes

 "Where are you going?“ He asked seeing her putting on a jeans and a grey sweater that looks like it’s Harry’s "Work, where else?” She answered 

“Skip work.” He said, [Y/N] shook her head and laugh coldly “You think I can just skip work? I’m not like you okay?” She went to the desk and put her laptop and the charger inside her black Saint Laurent bag Harry bought for her when he was in New York “Please? It’s just one day!”

 "No, I got paid only seven dollar per hour because I’m on training. I can’t lose this job Harry,“ she walk outside her bedroom putting on a black converse and walk to the door "Go home, you don’t have to lock the door on your way out.” She slammed shut the door leaving confused Harry and her heart at the green eyed man she loved so much. 

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Originally posted by elizabethccoper

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Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: (Y/N) drags Jughead along to the “club with shitty security.”

Warnings: underage drinking

Word count: 2,176

A/N: here is the first “drabble” for this series, which will eventually all build up to a dramatic part 2!! Hope you enjoy, I had so much fun writing this one!


She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes
Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect
And all the boys, they were saying they were into it
Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck

“Jesus,” (Y/N) moaned as she flopped onto Jughead’s bed.  “That was a fucking long week.”

“Who knew a writing internship could be this physically exhausting?” Jughead agreed, sitting next to her.  “At least we have the weekend to relax.”

“Yeah,” she nodded, rubbing the white hotel sheets between her fingers.  “How would you like to unwind this weekend, Mr. Jones?”

“Well, Ms. (Y/L/N),” Jughead smiles coyly, “last week I got to choose, and we ended up at Central Park. I believe it’s your turn to choose.”

“Okay,” (Y/N) responded, then fell into silence as she debated what to do.  Jughead watched her with a smile as she bit her lip, eyes furrowed in concentration.

“You’re taking this very seriously,” he noted, laughing at her intense facial expression.  

Her face loosened from its focused state.  “This is serious business, Jug,” she stated as seriously as she could.  “If this ends up being not being relaxing enough, we’ll go back on Monday feeling like absolute shit.  And then it’ll make next week even longer and more exhausting.”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” Jughead raised his hands in mock surrender.  “This is a matter of life and death.”

“Exactly,” (Y/N) said. She retreated back into silence as she contemplated how they would spend their weekend.  “I got it!” she exclaimed after a few minutes of thought.  

Jughead raised an eyebrow. “What are we gonna do?” he asked, a small smirk forming on his face.

(Y/N)’s face exploded into a giant grin.  “We’re gonna go clubbing.”

She’s driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it
I’m kind of into it

“Are you serious?” Jughead demanded, eyes widening.  

(Y/N) nodded, not showing any signs of joking around.  “Of course I’m serious.  What better way to unwind than to get some alcohol in your system?”

“What if we get caught?” he questioned.  “(Y/N), this could fuck up our internship.”

If we get caught,” she winked.  “Jug, it’ll be fine.  I went there once before you arrived here.  It’s really not too bad, and there’s no way that anyone will find out.”

“How do you know that?” Jughead pressed.  “How do you know someone from the building won’t be there and see us?  Or maybe a bar fight will break out and the cops will show up, and they’ll notice we’re there.  How do you know it’ll be okay?”

“Jughead Jones,” (Y/N) placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, ending his tangent, “it will be okay. Listen, if you don’t wanna go, that’s fine.  I can go on my own.”  She stood up from the bed and grabbed her phone.  “I’m gonna go get ready.  Just text me if you change your mind.”  She exited his hotel room, leaving Jughead alone with his doubts.

Of course he didn’t want to go clubbing.  He was, after all, an antisocial weirdo who didn’t even like going to clubs.  Putting his internship as risk was just the cherry on top.  But then he started thinking about (Y/N) on her own, and he grew worried about the kind of people who lurk out in the New York streets on Friday nights.  If he wasn’t with her, who knew what could happen.

That, Jughead decided, was worth risking his internship for.  He quickly picked up his phone, and his thumbs tapped out a text.  He read it aloud right before he hit send: “Fuck it, let’s go clubbing.”

It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it
Oh, I think she said, “I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business.
I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business (it’s none of your, it’s none of your).
I’m having your baby (hey), it’s none of your business.
I’m having your baby (hey), it’s none of your, it’s none of your.”

“I’m glad you changed your mind.”  (Y/N) stood at his door an hour later, sporting a little black dress.  She looked him up and down, evaluating the clothes he changed into.  “Nice outfit.”

“You as well,” Jughead returned the compliment, slowly closing the door behind him.  “Shall we go?”  He offered his arm to her, which she gladly accepted.  

The New York streets were equally, if not more, busy during the nighttime.  There were crowds of people maneuvering past each other on the sidewalks, some of the tipsier people practically dancing to the song of blaring car horns.  (Y/N)’s steps grew bouncier as they neared the club.

“I know this isn’t your scene,” she whispered to Jughead, “so thank you for coming.”  

Jughead looked down at her, shocked.  “How do you know it’s not my scene?” he asked indignantly.  “Maybe I actually love clubbing.”

(Y/N) burst out into laughter.  “Yeah sure, and maybe I actually love running marathons,” she sarcastically retorted. Then she became serious.  “Listen, Jug, I know you.  You’re my friend.  I figured that it wasn’t just the risk underage drinking imposes on our internship that turned you off from clubbing.  So thank you for coming with me.”

“In my defense,” Jughead stated, “the only reason I came is so that you won’t get mugged.”

“Well thanks for that,” (Y/N) bent her head back with laughter, “but I could totally handle myself.”

“You could not!”

“Yeah I could!” she defended herself.  “I could totally beat up someone.”

“No you wouldn’t,” he scoffed.  “You’re way too weak.  You get tired at a writing internship.”

“Touché.”

It’s New York, baby, always jacked up
Holland Tunnel for a nose, it’s always backed up
When she’s alone, she goes home to a cactus
In a black dress, she’s such an actress

(Y/N) batted her eyelashes at the doubtful bouncer.  

“You two don’t look twenty-one,” he stated, his voice low and gruff.  

“And you don’t look a day over thirty,” she winked at the obviously in-his-forties man.  

He only rolled his eyes. “Look, miss, I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but drinking under the age of twenty-one is illegal,” he sarcastically explained.

“I’m not a ditz,” she snapped.  “Besides, we’re not here to drink, we’re here to dance.”  She glanced over at Jughead and nudged him in the side.  “Right, Jug?”

“Right,” he immediately replied.  Satisfied, (Y/N) put her hands on her hips as she turned to face the bouncer.

“See?” she said. “Just here to dance.”

“Fine,” the bouncer huffed. “But only for this one time. You’re not getting in here again until you both turn twenty-one.”

“Thank you, sir,” (Y/N) cooed, sending him a smile.  She grabbed Jughead’s hand as she led him inside, the music growing louder.  “I told you it’d be fine,” she yelled over the music.

Jughead shook his head. “We almost got caught,” he yelled back.

“But we didn’t!” she reminded him.

“I’m starting to second guess this decision,” he groaned, but still allowed (Y/N) to yank him over to the bar.  “I thought we weren’t getting any alcohol.”

“Oh, sweetie, you believed me?” (Y/N) giggled.  “I came here to get tipsy, Jug.  I’m not stupid, so I’m obviously not gonna order my drinks here at the bar.  Wait for them to start sending waitresses out onto the dance floor.  You just drop some cash on their tray and take a drink.  It’s simple.”

“This is insane!”

(Y/N) laughed loudly and winked.  “But don’t lie, you like it!”

Driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it
I’m kind of into it
It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it
Oh, I think she said, “I’m having your baby (hey), it’s none of your business.
I’m having your baby (hey), it’s none of your business (it’s none of your, it’s none of your).
I’m having your baby (hey), it’s none of your business.
I’m having your baby (hey), it’s none of your, it’s none of your.”

“Take a shot,” (Y/N) commanded, holding up two shot glasses, one further towards Jughead.  

He furiously shook his head. “No way,” he replied, swatting it away. “It’s bad enough you dragged me here. You’re not getting me drunk.”

“First of all, Jug, you dragged yourself here,” (Y/N) reminded him.  She quickly took her shot.  “And second, lighten up.  If you’re having such a bad time here, then you can either leave, or,” she inched the second shot glass a little closer to him, “you can get tipsy and actually have a good time.”

Jughead rolled his eyes and shook his head again.  “No,” he refused.  “No way.”

“Aw come on, Jug,” she whined, sticking out her lower lip.  “Just one shot?”

Jughead hesitated for a moment, eyeing the shot glass.  “No.”

“You hesitated,” (Y/N) pointed out.

“No I didn’t,” he argued. “I’m not drinking anything except soda and water here, (Y/N).  Think of me as your designated driver.”

“Jughead, we walked here.”

“Then I’m your designated walker,” he shrugged.  “You and I both know you’ll be too drunk to walk properly.”

“One shot is barely gonna get you tipsy,” she countered, still holding the glass out towards him. “Come on, Jug, let loose.  Have a bit of fun.”

“I am plenty fun when I’m sober,” he defended himself.  

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Sure you are.”

“You know what? Fine.”  Jughead snatched the shot glass out of (Y/N)’s hand, ignoring the growing smirk on her face.  “Just one shot, though.”  He quickly took the shot and handed the empty glass back to (Y/N).  “Happy?”

(Y/N) laughed as she walked towards the dance floor, “Very!”

She sits beside me like a silhouette
Hard candy dripping on me ‘til my feet are wet
And now she’s all over me, it’s like I paid for it
It’s like I paid for it, I’m gonna pay for this

Two hours into the night, (Y/N) was drunkenly dancing with strangers.  She, with her magical powers of persuasion, managed to convince Jughead to have a few drinks.  He wasn’t nearly as drunk as (Y/N) was, but he was definitely tipsier than he expected. However tipsy he was, though, there was no way (Y/N) would be able to drag Jughead onto the dance floor.

He watched from the sidelines as she danced with some guy who was definitely older than her.  She, in her joyously drunken state, didn’t seem to mind.  His hands were on her waist, and Jughead watched as they slowly inched down towards her ass.

“Hey!” he yelled, storming onto the dance floor.  (Y/N) and the man’s heads snapped to look at him.  “Hands off of her, buddy.”  The guy rolled his eyes as he held up his hands in mock-surrender.

“Whatever, dude,” he scoffed as he walked off.  

(Y/N) grinned at Jughead, causing him to send her a confused glance.  “You’re on the dancefloor,” she noted.

Jughead rolled his eyes. “Only to protect you.”

“How sweet,” she cooed, grabbing his hand.  “Since you’re here, let’s dance.”  

Jughead tried to pull her in the opposite direction.  “Let’s not.”

“Aw come on, Jug,” she pouted, too drunk to resist his tugs.  “You haven’t danced with me all night.”

Jughead glanced at the exit, and then he turned to face a moping (Y/N).  He rolled his eyes as he sighed, “Fine, but only one song and then we’re leaving.”

(Y/N)’s grin returned as she led him to the dance floor.  “It’s a deal.”

It’s none of your, it’s none of your
“I’m having your baby (hey), it’s none of your business.”
“I’m having your baby (hey), it’s none of your business” (it’s none of your, it’s none of your)
“I’m having your baby (hey), it’s none of your business”
“I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business” (it’s none of your, it’s none of your)

“Come on, (Y/N), we’re almost there,” Jughead had his arm wrapped around her waist, her arm slung around his shoulders.  “I thought you’d be able to hold your alcohol better than that.”

“Maybe I just like it when you hold me like this,” (Y/N) flirtatiously whispered with a smirk.  Jughead ignored the butterflies in his stomach as he continued to trudge towards the hotel.

“Just a little bit further,” he muttered, practically dragging (Y/N) along next to him.  When they reached the hotel, they both stumbled into the elevator.  Jughead kept his arm firmly wrapped around her waist until they stood in front of her door.  “Can you make it into your room alright?” Jughead jokingly asked, but there was a bit of concern behind it.

“I’ll be fine, thank you, Jug,” (Y/N) laughed as she unwrapped her arm from around his shoulders. She walked into her room in a perfectly sober manner, causing Jughead to question if she really meant it when she said she liked it when he wrapped his arm around her waist.  Right before she shut her door, she winked at him, leaving a flabbergasted Jughead standing alone in the hotel hallway.

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BTS reaction: their s/o asking them to choke them or tie them up during sex.

Anon requested: 

Hello! If you have time, can you do “BTS react to their s/o asking them to choke them or to tie them up during sex”? Thanks!!

A/N - NSFW!! (obviously). Also, I need some holy water after writing this. 


Jin:

Originally posted by fawnave

You were sitting on Jin’s bed almost fully naked, as he was taking his own clothes off, when you decided to ask him the question that you’ve wanted to ask him for a really long time.

“Daddy?” You asked while watching him take off his T-shirt.

“Yes princess?” He asked, pausing. 

“I know we’ve never done this before but, can you tie me up tonight?” 

Jin didn’t know how to react at first.

“Are you sure you want that princess?” He asked with a kind of concerned look on his face.

You nodded and his concerned expression was replaced with a smirk as he took off the rest of his clothes.

“Your wish is my command!”


Yoongi:

Originally posted by scartic

The two of you were about to reach your climaxes as Yoongi was thrusting into you from behind when you half-shouted:

“Daddy! P-PLEASE C-CHOKE ME!”

Suga smirked at that getting even more turned on. He gripped your chin with his hand and made you look at him. 

“What did you just say? Can you please repeat that princess? What do you want me to do to you?”

“Omg I’m so close!” you moaned before repeating your request. “I WANT YOU TO C-C-CHOKE ME! P-PLEASE!” 

Yoongi let out a low chuckle before wrapping his hands around your neck and sqeezing, not too hard, but just enough to satisfy you.


Jhope:

Originally posted by jkookisdaddy

Hobi’s head was between your legs as he was eating you out - his tongue sliding up and down your slit while his thumb was massaging your clit. You were moaning his name out in pleasure, but you wanted something more. 

“H-Hobi?” You managed to whisper in between moans.

“Yes love?” He asked and pulled away so he can look at you, his lips covered in your juices.

“C-can you please…tie me up?” You asked shyly.

Hoseok smirked at your request and looked at you. 

“I would love to do that,” he said with a devilish look on his face. “But only if you ask properly.”

“Pease Daddy! Please, tie me up to the bed and fuck me senseless!” 

“With pleasure.” he said before leaning in and kissing you, a little too roughly. 


Namjoon:

Originally posted by forever-young-got7

You were riding Namjoon, raising and lowering your hips and slowly increasing your pace. That’s when out of nowhere you moaned out:

“C-choke me!”

Namjoon smirked and raised an eyebrow, surprised.

“What was that?”

“CHOKE ME!”, you repeated louder this time. 

“Am I going crazy? Or did my pretty little slut just asked her Daddy to choke her?”

“YES, DADDY! PLEASE CHOKE ME!” 

“As you wish…” He smiled and started choking you, just hard enough for your eyes to start filling up with tears. 


Jimin:

Originally posted by btsneeds

When Jimin walked in and saw you laying on his bed, wearing nothing but one of his ties he immediately attacked your lips with his pressing you to the bed. He pulled away just so he can pull of his shirt and unbuckle his belt. 

“What’s the tie for?” Jimin asked, looking at you.

“Well, I actually wanted you to tie me up with it…” You answered quietly. 

“Ah!” He said smirking, “I knew it had a purpose!”  

The two of you chuckled and he tied your wrists together behind your back and left a hickey on your neck before pulling away.


Taehyung:

Originally posted by missbaptan

You were riding Taehyung’s thigh, his hands sneaking around to squeeze your breasts as he was enjoying it just as much as you were. You were close to reaching your climax. 

“OH MY GOSH! TAE PLEASE CHOKE ME!” You moaned surprising yourself.

He gripped your chin and you felt his hot breath on your ear.

“Are you sure about that?” He whispered in your ear in his deep voice. “Because, once I start being rough with you I won’t be able to stop…”

“Yes, please!” You moaned quietly.

“Okay then…” He answered, nibbling on your earlobe slightly, before fulfilling your wish.


Jungkook:

Originally posted by namujune

You were making out on his bed, your make out session slowly getting more and more intense. At some point the two of you were completely naked, you straddling his lap while he watched you, devouring you with his eyes.

“I want to try something new tonight…” You whispered in his ear.

“Oh really?” He raised an eyebrow. “What is it princess?” 

“I want you to tie me up and fuck me harder than you’ve ever had…” You said in the most seductive voice you could manage. 

Jungkook gave you an uncertain look. 

“It’s okay Jungkook…Show me exactly how rough you can be…”

“Will do, princess…” he smirked.


REQUESTS ARE OPEN! 

Vocal Rest

A/N: Just so you know, this was such a good idea, but I kind of cringed writing this. Damn I love smut but its so damn hard to write. I applaud smut blogs!! aha! But I’m honestly so bad at smut, so I didn’t go full on detail, but I tried my best :) xox

Word Count: 832

Warnings: Slight smut, Swearing

Shawn hadn’t stopped following you all day. You were sure that he just wanted sympathy for being ill, but the doctor gave strict instructions, and he needed to follow them.

“Shawn, what do you want?” You sigh, as he places his head in your lap. Your hand makes its way into his curly mop, and he sighs deeply. “It’s hard work right? Not being able to talk all day” you joke, watching as he turned around to face you. His lips pout together and you lean down to kiss him, knowing he is feeling sorry for himself. You place you’re eyes back on the TV in front of you, continuing what you were doing before Shawn interrupted you.

About 10 minutes later, Shawn stops fidgeting and you decided that he’s maybe fallen asleep, until you feel his hand creep up your thigh. You ignore him, knowing he’s probably just bored, but his fingers keep on moving around, making your breath hitch slightly.

“Shawn, what do you think you’re doing?” You ask, placing your hand on top of his. He ignores you, partly because he can’t respond, but mainly because he wanted to piss you off. His fingers tangle with yours, until he moves them up your arm. “Shawn?” You repeat, watching as his fingers trace your skin. You pull yourself from under him and turn to face him, watching as his smug grin grows. “What?” You ask.

He pulls out his phone, typing presumably what you thought was what he wanted to say. He sends you a text that simply reads, ‘sex?’ And you feel a laugh escape your lips.

“No!” You yelp, secretly really wanting to agree. His smug suddenly disappears and he throws his head back, mumbling something inaudible. You lean forwards, placing your hands on his thighs, trying your best to wind him up. His head shoots back to face you, his eyes watching your lips intensely. “You are on vocal rest my darling” You whisper against his lips. You hover there for a few moments before kissing his rosy cheek. “And that means you must be silent.” You move your lips to his jaw, slowly nipping at his soft skin by his neck. His head falls down onto your shoulder and his hands find their way to your hips.

“Please” he whispers desperately, his hands now sliding under my shirt. You couldn’t say no. He was to easy to give in to. You pull away and look into his eyes, as they search desperately for an answer in yours.

“I suppose” You grin, watching his smile grow bigger than you could possibly imagine.

He pressed lips against yours desperately. You lean into him, forcing him to lie backwards, cupping his cheeks. His hands are fumbling around your body, searching desperately for your button at the top of your jeans.

Eventually, he manages to remove your jeans, so you decide to do the same. You move yourself so you can remove his skin-tight jeans, pulling them down painfully; If Shawn wasn’t allowed to speak, you were going to make this hell for him.

You slowly start to place your hand over his boxers, making his head roll backwards. You take this opportunity to kiss his jawline, still palming him slowly. He places his head on your shoulder and mumbles something incoherent. You stop suddenly, pulling away.

“What happened to not being allowed to talk?” You smirk, watching his red face crease into a frown. He looks as if you have just taken a puppy off him; his eyes wide and desperate. You carry on, being as slow as possible. Shawn was doing an alright job at keeping quite, just constant shaky breaths and sighing. You would be lying if you said that you weren’t absolutely loving this. Seeing Shawn struggling to keep himself held together was not only funny to watch, but was actually very, very hot.

You can tell that he wants to make some form of noise, but he knew that if he did, you would stop straight away. His plump bottom lip was being help painfully tight by his teeth, looking red and sore. You place your lips on his, stopping him before he actually started biting through them.

'You’re doing so well baby" You whisper against his mouth, knowing that sooner or later he would be thrown over the edge; whether it was the magic that your hand was working, the small talk you were making, or the built up fustration he had boiling up inside.

After a few more moments his head is thrown backwards, his mouth parted slightly. You knew any moment know that he was bound to make a noise whilst orgasming.

“Fuck I can’t do this anymore baby” He croaks, coming completely undone by your touch. You smile to yourself, finishing off.

You lean forwards and kiss his blotchy checks, making his eyes flutter close.

“I love you so much” He mumbles, relaxing against the sofa.

“Shhh, you’ve said enough for today” You respond, resting your head against his heaving chest.

Guess who’s back - Montgomery de la Cruz

Request: Can I get a Monty imagine? Where they had a short fling then didn’t see each other all summer. Back at school they see each other again and can’t help but have feelings for each other. Ending fluffy plz

Word count: 1173

Pairing: Montgomery de la Cruz x reader

Enjoy! 

Originally posted by knightlley

You were finally back home after two months of travelling through Europe. You had seen the most amazing places like Lisbon and Switzerland. Europe was so much cooler than America, they were more laid back and the cities were more beautiful. You were distracted by all the messaged on your phone when you were unpacking. Everybody wanted to know how your trip wen. You decided to answer them another time. You were tired and went to sleep very early. School started again tomorrow and you couldn’t skip class on day one.

Walking in school felt better than you expected. You were so happy to see everybody again. You had to catch up on so much that happened during the summer and everyone wanted to catch up about your Europe trip.

It was lunch time, when you walked in the cafeteria you saw your group of friends sitting together.

“Y/N! here!” Sheri shouted at you. You smiled and walked towards her. With her were Jess and Justin.

After a couple of minutes more people joined your table including Montgomery de la Cruz.

Before you left you had a one night stand with him after a party. Your ride home bailed on you and you didn’t want to wake your parents so you slept at Montgomery’s house. The one led to the other and before you knew it sex happened. Even tho you were a little drunk it was a night you would never want to forget. The things Monty could with his body were thing you’ve never experienced before. You always thought Montgomery was very hot and you thought he was a really nice guy but since you were leaving you decided to let it be. You left not very long after and didn’t hear from him during your trip. You had to admit you missed him more than your other friends but you didn’t give meaning to the feeling.

Montgomery sat next to you. “Well that’s been a long time!” he says while a smile appears on his face. You had to admit you were weak for Montgomery, even more after what happened. You started to blush.

“You look cute like that.” Montgomery whispers in your ear. You smile even more when suddenly you’re interrupted by Jess.

“Come one y/n tell us everything about Europe!”

So you started to tell about the beaches, the cute cities, the delicious food and the sweet people. You felt Montgomery’s eyes burn into your cheeks but you were too shy to look at him.

“And how were the boys?” Sheri asks. You didn’t know how to answer this question. All this time in Europe you didn’t even look at one guy. They weren’t your type and you didn’t feel the need to look at them? You missed someone else way harder there.

“Meh nothing special.” you say.

“Really? No steamy one night stands?” Jess asks

In the corner of your eye you see Montgomery’s jaw clench. Was he getting jealous?

“I’ll have to disappoint you girls, but no no one night stands.”

Before you knew it the bell rang and you had to get back to class. You had biology, not one of your favourites so you decided so sit at the back of the class. Suddenly you felt your phone vibrate. It was a text from Montgomery.

“Can I see you tonight? 8 pm at my place? –M”

“Why? – y/n”

“Don’t ask so much questions, yes or no? –M”

“Well yess, I guess? –y/n”

“Great! –M”

You lightened up completely even tho it was a little weird. What was he planning and why were you feeling so happy? It was just Montgomery, but maybe that was just the thing.

_

“I’m leaving mom! I’ll be home before 11!” you shout while walking out the door and heading over to Monty’s.

You rang when his mom opened the door. you weren’t expecting that.

“Oh hello miss. I’m y/n. I’m here for Montgomery?”

“Of course! Come in, I think he’s still doing some homework but you can go upstairs if you like? He’s room is the second door on your right.”

Montgomery and homework? That’s a strange combination you thought by yourself but you decided to ignore it and just go upstairs.

When you came at the second door you knocked.

“I’m busy mom!” you heard Montgomery scream

“Well it’s not your mom, can I come in?”

Suddenly a wild Monty appears with a big smile.  “Sorry! Come in.”

“So now tell me, why did you want to see me? I’ve been thinking about the whole day” you ask.

“I really need to tell you something important y/n..” Monty says quietly.

“So shoot?” you say while getting a little nervous. You were wondering about it all day and every time you send him a question about it he just said he would explain it later.

“Well.. so… here it goes..” Monty stutters out.

“God damn it just say it Mont.”

“Okay okay calm down. So what I was trying to say is.. I love you y/n. Everything that happened that night, it meant so much to me. I felt so good with you but since you left I thought I could forget you but seeing you today everything just came back and-“

You didn’t even listen anymore you just crashed your lips against his. Everything he said described perfectly how you felt the entire time. You missed Montgomery but as more as a friend. He was the reason you didn’t look at other guys in Europe.

“I love you too Montgomery.” You whisper your forehead still touching his.

His face lights up and he picks you up while you wrap your legs around his waist and spins you around..

“I’m so happy you feel the same. At lunch when they asked about other boys I started to feel so jealous. The thought of someone else having you made me crazy so I knew I had to tell you.”

“And I’m happy you did.” You smile at Montgomery before you pull him in for a deep passionate kiss.

After, you laid in bed with him cuddling and watching your favourite series. His grip was strong around your waist. It felt like he would never let go of you. He constantly gave you kisses going from your forehead to your neck. You felt so safe in his arms. this was everything you’ve been wanting for the couple months you just didn’t accept the feelings because you thought he had long forgot about you. You texted your mom letting her know you were sleeping somewhere else because you were slowly falling asleep in Montgomery’s arms when suddenly Montgomery started to whisper in your ear.

“y/n?”

“Yes?”

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

“There is nothing I want more in the world right now Montgomery.”

Let me know what you think! 

PS I read the requests, but I’m going to answer after I start working on it! xx

anonymous asked:

Harry and y/n are dating and they're in the stage where they're new to having sex and it's a game to see who had what kink?

 It’s probably late when the boys finish the show and you’re desperate to see Harry so you don’t wait for him to come backstage but go straight on the stage. It’s safe, because fans are already gone, even the camera guys and the security guards.

“Babe” he calls when he sees you and runs to you. “Did you have fun with Lou and the other girls?”

“Nope” you pout your lips, “Well, yes but i missed you and i didn’t really enjoyed Lux bitting my finger.”

“So you did have fun but you missed me and that’s why you didn’t enjoy the girls?”

“Exactly” you smile and give him a small peck on the lips.

“But you saw me an hour and a half ago” he laughs.

“I know” you look at his lips again and then all over the stage to see if there is anyone else. “But i need you.” you whisper in his ear then bite his earlobe. “I need you so much. My period is gone and i’m so desperate to have you in me. Or for you to touch me, or anything, just please let me have you for a little.”

“Okay, let’s go to the hotel room and i’ll think about it.”

“No” you grab his hand, “I need you now. I can’t wait.”

“But we’re on the stage, Y/N, someone can come any time and catch us. Absolutely no. This is an awful idea and you’re gonna regret it when someone sees your bare ass.”

“I’m not gonna regret it. And no one will come, you and the boys finished the show so no one has work to do in here.”

“And what about the cleaners?” he smiles, thinking that he’s gonna win.

“I don’t care. I need you” you whisper again then rub yourself on his crotch and moan. “Please, Harry, no one will find out.”

He watches you with an intensive look in his eyes and you can almost hear his thoughts. You know he’s struggling and about to give up and give you want you want so you kiss his jaw, then go down on his neck and grab his belt.

“Okay” he finally says, “but it’ll be quick and we have to be really quite.”

You smile thankfully and give him a kiss before you go down on his neck once again and start sucking at his skin.

“Wanted to do this so much” you say and lick the red spot, “You have no idea.”

“Babe, no” he moans, “don’t leave me a red mark, fans will go crazy and all the paparazzi…”

“Shht…”

His hands travel to the back of your thighs and he lifts your dress. “Misses yeh so much too, babe. Those seven days without tastin’ yeh were a disaster.

“Want to taste me then?” you smile, thinking about the wettness in your panties.

“We have to be quick and quite. Remember?”

“We will be” you tell him, starting to unbutton his belt.

“Are yeh sure? ‘Cause every time i get down on yeh, you can’t stay quite, babe. You keep moaning loud and screaming my name. Someone will hear you.”

“I’ll be quite. Promise.”

“If you make any noise, i’ll stop” he warns you, “lay down.”

You do as you’re told and open up your legs for him. He gets on his knees and holds your thighs so you can’t move. You start trembling even from the start - when he takes your panties down your legs with his teeth, - and he smiles at how weak you are after a whole weak without his touch. 

“Sorry” you smile too, trying to calm down.

“Such a desperate little girl for me, aren’t yeh?” 

“Yeah” you moan, not really knowing if this is an aswer for his question or a urged for him to continue. “And i actually think i have a fetish for your head between my thighs.”

“Really?” he smirks, “And speaking of this… Do you think you actually have some kind of fetish for something.”

“Like… I think about your hands a lot… And your dirty talk… But i don’t really know about having a fetish…”

“Want to try something then?” he asks, smirking.

You already know you’re gonna regret this but you nod.

“Call your mom.” 

“What?” you can’t believe your ears, “R-right now?”

“Yes.”

You take your phone from your purse and search for her number. “What do you have on mind?” you ask, not really thinking whatever he wants it’s safe. 

“Just call her.”

When he hears her voice trough the phone speaker, he licks your and start sucking at your clit, still looking up to you with a dirty glance.

“Hi, sweetie” she says and you can feel how he’s playing with you and pretty much enjoying it.

“H-hi, mom” you say and wait for him to continue but he looks at you, “Just wanted to check how your day was.”

He starts licking again, still holding your trembling legs. 

“Boring if i have to be honest. And yours?”

“Mine was boring too” you close your eyes for a moment and bite your bottom lip, “I waited for Harry to finish the show and now we’re in the hotel room, waiting for our food.”

“Can you give the phone to him, i have something to ask him about the concerts because your cousin Emily wants to go to that one in Las Vegas…”

“No, mom” you open your mouth wide, trying not to scream when Harry bites at your clit. “He’s in the shower and he’s really tired. Maybe tomorrow.”

“Okay, honey. I have to hang up now because your dad is calling me but we’ll hear tomorrow.”

“Yes, mom” you moan, not really quite, “Bye”

“Wait, what happend?”

“Uhm” you stare at Harry with a look which almost can kill, “I j-just hit my toe.”

“Oh” your mom says, but you can’t say that you convinced her. “Okay, goodbye.”

“Are you fucking crazy?” you ask him and put your phone somewhere on the stage.

“No” he laughs, “But if you want me to stop, i have no problem with that.”

“No! No, please, i need to cum.”

“Then tell me what fetishes you have.”

“I don’t know, i already… Fuck, yeah!… told you.”

“So… if you don’t like to be quite and pretend that you don’t get licked while you talk on the phone then what about sensory deprivation?”

“I-i don’t know what you mean, Harry, please continue, please, babe, i need to cum.”

“Just if you let me blindfold you.”

“What?” you furrow your eyerbrows.

“I’ll put my bandana on your eyes so you can’t see what i’m ‘bout to do”

“No” you shake your head, “I like to watch you taking care of me.”

“Hmm” he smiles, “Then what about switching roles?”

“Like… Me fucking your mouth?”

“Yeah” he laughs, “like that.”

You lift yourself up on your elbows and slowly move closer to him. You can see how your juices are falling down from his lips on your clit. 

“Should i-i…?

“Yeah” he says, “do whatever you want to.”

You move a little bit closer to him and he starts sucking at your clit again. Your fingers tangle in his hair, you take off his bandana and covers his eyes with it. “Are you enjoying it?” You slowly grind to his mouth.

“Yes, and i think i found my kink.”

“Blindfolding?” you ask and take ful grip on his hair.

He doesn’t say anything, just gives you a look and keep sucking and licking, slightly moaning because he can’t get enough of the taste of you. You don’t even have the chance to warn him that you’re about to cum when he bites at your clit and leaves you trembling and desperate for more. Before you can even take control of your breathing, he takes of his belt and pulls his jeans and boxers down. 

“I’m not sure you’re going to like this… Just tell me if something is wrong.”

You look at him, his knees are next to the both side of your shoulders and you have a close view of his cock.

“It’s alright, Harry, go on.”

He wraps his fingers around his red tip, precum on it, and takes a hold on your hair. “Is it really fine?” he asks again.

You don’t feel like convincing him for one more thing today so you take it in your mouth and starts sucking as he pulls in and out.

“You look so beautiful like this, Y/N. There’s something so erotic about your cherry lips. It makes me so horny watching them. And when you kiss me it’s always too hard not to get turn on.”

He starts trusting fast, not giving you time to prepare and you start gagging on him. Your hands travel to his balls and start massaging him, making a throaty moan slip of his lips.

“God, babygirl, i’ll never be able to take enough from yeh, won’t i?”

You takes his cock in your hand and start pumping as his head falls back down. “Come for me, daddy, let me swallow it like a good girl.” This drags him to the edge and he moans the loudest you’ve ever heard him, both of you forgot someone can hear you.

After he recovers from his orgasm, he kisses you thankfully and gives your butt a slight slap. “No one heard us, babe, we should celabrate it in the hotel room later.”

“Yeah. We should also take into consideration that i didn’t regret any of this.” you smile at him while he picks up your panties from the floor and puts them in his pocket.

“Can’t wait.”

울고 싶지 않아 {PCY}

Description: After four years with Chanyeol, SM intervenes with the relationship and makes you break it off.

Genre: Angst / Smut (why is like all of my angst for Chanyeol what the hell)

Word Count: 2,270

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x Reader

Author: Admin Xiufairy

(A/N: I was rlly inspired by Don’t Wanna Cry by Seventeen so this is what I came up with. 울고 싶지 않아 (ulgo sipji anha) literallyyyy means I don’t want to cry just so everyone knows.) (Also this gif is really nice oh my)

Originally posted by sehunoh

To the world around you, you were okay. To yourself, things were a bit more complicated. You hated seeming weak in front of people but you had been with Chanyeol for almost four years. The company had split the two of you up - you weren’t going to let him risk it with the SM staff for you.

So instead, you had to show him you were okay. Everywhere you went was a constant of reminder - EXO was everywhere, which also meant that he was everywhere. He was your other half…how could you live when half of you was gone?

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WINTERVINE
by Lindsay Smith

I will rule for a thousand years, and none shall defy my reign.

I am the sole queen of these lands. Sole heir to the winter and the forests and the streams, sole arbiter of the echoing city streets of stone. So many would keep me from my throne, my true calling. But I have earned my place. I have shown them all what it means to rule.

It started with my sister. From my first hazy memories I remember her shadow weighing down on me, stifling my every move. “One day one of you must rule,” our father said to us, night after night when we gathered at his feet. “If it must be one of you, then I will be the one to choose.”

How could we learn to be sisters with such a decree? All I wanted was a friend, someone to look up to, someone to whisper to at night to keep the darkness away. But I learned quickly that that was only the surest path to her scorn. She saw me as weak, as foolish, as younger. I would reach out to her to pull me up and she would shove me right back down. I would show her my weakness and she would pry it open wide, ragged and bloody.

I didn’t realize the significance, at first, of what our father wanted us to become. Didn’t know what it meant to be queen, or why it was something worth fighting for. But as I learned from my sister, I learned to covet it, to hunger for it so fiercely that everything else tasted dried out and dull. She wanted to rule so that all would obey her. I wanted to rule so she could not.

The first time she tried to kill me, it was my nurse who gave it away. She woke me up in the dead of night and bundled me into a closet, told me not to make a noise no matter what followed. Then the guards came, swords drawn, visors lowered. They were only boys infatuated with my sister, but at the time everyone seemed impossibly old to me, unstoppably strong. I feared them, but I believed my nurse invincible too.

They taught me, quickly, how wrong I was.

After that, my father sent me to the country for a spell. Armed guards, a fleet of tutors, and an ailing count who watched over me with a gaze like sharpened knives. Sometimes the threats came in letters that the count would burn before he thought I could read them. Sometimes, It was assassins in the night.

Worst of all, though, were the long silences. The heaviness of her inaction dragging me to the bottom, drowning me. I never knew when the next assault would come for me.

Slowly, finally, I could wait no longer.

I found the woman in the country market, slender fingers grazing over her wares of pewter charms and crystals and bundled flowers. Her skin was smooth, her hair like silk, and when she looked my way, I saw the kiss of winter in her eyes.

“You look troubled,” she said, and the words wrapped around me like a soft breeze. “You look far too troubled for someone your age.”

I looked away then, ashamed to be so young. If I was older, if I was cleverer, I wouldn’t have to be sent away. I could prove myself worthy of the crown. I could beat my sister for good, beat her just enough that she’d never need attack me again. How foolish, that I thought winning once would be enough.

“Come closer.” She swept her hand over her goods. “Perhaps I might ease some of your pain.”

I started to meet with her every time I could sneak away from the count’s estate. It wasn’t often, but her lessons in the ways of magic filled me up with a sustenance I didn’t know I craved. I wanted to be her, to share her easy confidence and capability, to bend the world toward me with a subtle call the way she did. Her poultices cleared away blemishes and made water drinkable, but they also could boil blood, shatter bones, freeze a pond. She let me practice these skills as though they were interchangeable. She let me build on them, stringing them together like beads on a necklace, as I practiced on the woods beyond her hut.

The more power I gained, the more I sought. At long last, I understood the hunger in my sister’s belly. For now, I hungered too.

“You have a keen mind for magic,” she told me, when I worked something particularly cruel on a sparrow we found feasting on her garden. “A cruel mind. But I think a girl like you has to be cruel.”

“My sister is cruel. I just wish to survive.”

“Then I hope I’ve equipped you well,” she said. “Be like the wintervine. Feast on cold, on nothingness. For they have given you nothing. Use it to sprout your ice, your thorns.”

I looked at the wintervine where it flourished in the ice, and I felt its loneliness, its stubbornness, its scorn.

At long last I was of age, and my father sent for me once more. The time to choose was drawing near, but, he confided, in some ways he feared us both. His kingdom needed a decisive leader, yes, a sturdy leader, but compassion, too, he said, was called for. He did not see that he’d been the one to rob us of that. He didn’t see the dark seeds he’d planted in both our minds take hold.

My sister began her attempts anew, but this time, I was ready.

The first men she sent to kill me simply disappeared. They became nothing more than char burned into the cobbles of my bedroom floor. The next, though, I made sure she saw, their flayed corpses piled at the palace gates. Cruelty was my reflex, now, and each test made it stronger still.

“You cannot beat me,” she hissed, over a banquet table while our father entertained. “I deserve this. I will earn this.”

She cut her steak with a furious scrape of knife and fork. The noise grated at my soul. When was the last time she had shown kindness? It had been carved out of her, if it had ever been there at all.

Father wanted to make one of us a queen. He wanted someone compassionate. Maybe compassion was still in me; maybe not.

But it would never be in her.

As she swallowed, the lump of meat grew thorns. I could almost feel it myself as I directed it, as it swelled inside her throat, tore its way through her flesh. She gagged and choked, and I imagined she gagged and choked on all the hatred she’d let fester for years and years.

I wanted the coldness, the loneliness I felt to be visible to everyone. I wanted those thorns.

Frost sprouted from my fingertips and webbed across the banquet table. She scrabbled for a goblet of wine to try to wash the meat down, but everything turned cold. A guard stepped forward—but she deserved no kindness, no comfort. I never felt her embrace, so why should she feel the same? He withered, cold and empty, before he could reach her.

“What is the meaning of this?” my father cried. “Stop this at once!”

But the cold was radiant, alive now, warming me even as it drew warmth away from everything. The dark thorns in my sister’s throat flourished, drinking up the cold, and twined their way across the table to wrap around everyone’s limbs. My breath hung in the air before me as I stood, untouched, unsnared by the darkness and frost.

I had to beat her. I could not let her win.

And if I could feel no warmth, no freedom without her darkness over me, then neither could anyone.

I do not remember what came next, but it did not come for a long time. Icicles hung from the chandeliers; black thorns sprouted from the walls. All was still and glistening and cold. I walked through the hall like a phantom, soundless, for it was how I felt. But I was all that remained of my sister’s hatred. I was her greed given form.

And I will rule for a thousand years. With this cruelty beating inside me, my sister’s words, her greed, her anger—with the coldness she left inside me—I will rule for a thousand more.

anonymous asked:

I need a fanfic where Elias has seen Sana from the window when talking about yousef and goes to her room to check up on her and sees her crying 😭 this clip killed me seeing her cry

Elias caught the black figure move away from the window from the corner of his eye and his heart sank. Somehow he just knew. Knew it was Sana and that she’d heard everything. A rough sigh escaped his lips, catching Mutta’s attention. He was lying in the grass just below him, his dark eyes looking up at Elias where he sat in a deck chair. “What’s up, dude?”

“Nothing,” Elias replied, his hand moving to rub the top of head, his cropped hair against his palm. Elias sat for a few minutes, debating what to do. He could leave it. Maybe Sana hadn’t heard them at all? Or he could go check she was okay and see if she wanted to talk. But maybe she wanted privacy. Maybe she already knew. It was her best friend after all. Plus, he wasn’t exactly her favourite person right now.

Elias’ teeth worried at his bottom lip as he considered what was best. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Mutta asked again, still staring up at him. Had he been watching him this whole time? The dude could be perceptive sometimes.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just going to head inside for a moment. Won’t be long,” Elias said, finally making a decision. He needed to check on his sister. She could tell him to go to hell if she wanted but at least he would know he’d tried.

Elias rolled his eyes as Adam shouted after him to get him a drink.

When Elias reached Sana’s door, he hesitated for a moment before knocking three times. “Sana,” he called but no answer came. “Sana, I need to talk to you. It’s important.” Still no answer came.  

“Sana, please,” Elias pleaded, resting his hand on the door knob. “Let me in, please.”

“I’m busy,” came Sana’s weak voice and again, Elias knew. Knew that she’d heard. Knew that she was upset. His heart sank all over again.

“Sana, I didn’t know. I swear I didn’t know,” Elias’ own voice held a pained quality as it spilled against the door, his forehead now pressed to the painted wood. His hands now also rested palms flat against the surface, eyes squeezed shut. “Sana, please let me in.”

Silence hung in the air and he thought she was going to ignore him. After what seemed like forever, he heard shuffling from within her room and he stood back from the door just in time for her to open it. Sana stood in front of him, black make up smudged under her eyes and her cheeks tear streaked.

“Oh Sana,” spilled out from under his breath as Elias reached out and tugged his little sister into his arms, hugging her to him. He felt her deflate against him. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

After a moment, Elias let her go and Sana nodded towards her bed. Elias walked into her room and went to sit down while Sana closed the door behind them. He figured the last thing she wanted was her parents knowing she was upset. Sana took a seat beside him.

“I just… I knew they had kissed but I don’t know, I guess after yesterday I thought maybe there was a chance. Maybe he did like me. Maybe the kiss was a mistake. Maybe I could get over it. You know?” The words came tumbling out of her unchecked, and Elias did nothing but listen while he curled an arm around her shoulder for comfort. “Why not me, Elias? Why not me?” Her voice cracked on the last words. 

Something passed over Elias’ expression at the mention of the kiss. He hadn’t known but he didn’t interject.

Sana’s hand came up to wipe away the tears that were threatening to fall with the back of her sleeve. “And why did it have to be him? She could have had anyone… why him?” She knew Elias didn’t have the answer, they were rhetorical questions.

Her hand pressed to her forehead and her eyes fell shut. She was growing weary. Crying while fasting wasn’t ideal.

It wasn’t just physical tiredness though, she was emotionally drained too. She’d been keeping so much, everything, to herself. Sana needed this, needed someone to unload on. The load felt lighter already. She felt less alone. But she was sure if hadn’t felt at rock bottom that she’d have continued carrying that weight by herself for the foreseeable future. Perhaps it was better this had come sooner rather than later. 

Sana felt Elias’ arm tighten around her shoulders and he squeezed her arm. “I think he,” Elias paused for a moment, as if considering his words. “I think he’s a coward that has taken the easy way out.”

Sana’s brow furrowed and picked up her gaze to look at her brother. “What?”

“Do you think I would have encouraged you if I had known? Do you even think I would have encouraged you if I hadn’t already caught the way he looks at you? His lingering, longing looks? The way he gravitates towards you?” Elias said, the look in his eyes intense with conviction. “Do you think I would risk your heart? My baby sister’s heart?”

“No,” Sana said, the word but a whisper.

“But Sana, you’re the long game and some guys, even good guys, aren’t ready for the long game,” Elias continued, and he watched as Sana’s eyes cast down. “But he’s a coward because he wasn’t straight with you and worse still, he went for your best friend. That’s not okay. I thought he was better than that.” Now it was Elias’ turn to look away, disappointment and guilt written all over his handsome features before his voice picked up again. “I mean, there’s always a chance the guys are wrong. I could talk to him if you wa-”

“It doesn’t matter,” Sana interrupted, her nose sniffling and reddened from crying. “You’re right. I am the long game and if this is what playing is like, then maybe I’m not ready either.”

Elias chuckled at Sana continuing his metaphor and a weak smile tipped the corners of her lips. “It’s Ramadan. I have more important things to be focusing on right now, I can’t be wasting energy on a boy.”

Elias’ smile spread across his face and he reached out to wipe away a stray tear from the corner of Sana’s eye. She may be talking a good game right now but it was obvious she was still upset. A person didn’t just get over something like that in a few minutes but he was happy to see she was determined to try.

“That’s the sister I know and love,” Elias said, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“I love you too, brother,” Sana replied, that smile brightening more.

The Boy Who Lived Among The Stars

Dedicated to the Bellarke fam, but in particular to these lovely people:

@arkstationbellarke @starboybellamy @dr-camerongoodkin @sherlockvowsontheriverstyx @drelllassassinn @deadshotbellamy @sassybellamyblake @as-inevitable-as-morning @ethereal-bellarke @marysmusicaldaydreams @charming-little-liar

And of course, to our beautiful otp, may they meet again. 

“Time to sleep, my little nightblood,” Clarke whispered softly, stroking Madi’s long, dark hair.
“But I’m not tired,” yawned the little girl, burrowing her face into Clarke’s shoulder and scootching her warm body closer into Clarke’s side. Clarke smiled fondly down at Madi before returning her attention to the inky blackness above them. The pair were curled up together in the back of the rover beneath a thick pile of blankets to protect them from the nighttime chill that had begun creeping in during recent weeks. Soon, it would be too cold to sleep out in the open like this and they would have to return to Becca’s mansion, but for now, Clarke wanted to see the stars.
“Tell me the one about the boy from the stars,” mumbled Madi, as if she knew exactly what was occupying Clarke’s thoughts.
“Didn’t I tell you that one last night?”
“Yes,” sight Madi. “But I want to hear it again.”
“Alright,” Clarke relented, wrapping her arms more tightly around Madi and leaning her head back, the better to see the night sky. “Once upon a time, there was a boy who lived among the stars and his name was Bellamy Blake.”
“And he had a sister named Octavia,” supplied Madi helpfully, looking up at Clarke with wide eyes and an enraptured expression.
“That’s right,” affirmed Clarke. “He would have done anything for her because he had such a big heart and he spent years protecting her from anyone who wanted to hurt her.” Clarke paused for a moment, glancing down at Madi, whose eyes were already beginning to drift closed.
“Keep going, “ she mumbled sleepily, after several more seconds of silence had passed.
“Clarke took a deep, steadying breath before continuing. “Then, one day, Bellamy discovered that Octavia was being sent away from their home among the stars to a place they called the ground and Bellamy was scared because he knew the ground was a dangerous place.”
“No he wasn’t,” interrupted Madi suddenly. “He wasn’t scared because he was brave.”
“Trust me, he was scared,” Clarke told her. “But he didn’t let that stop his from following Octavia to the ground and when he got there, he met a princess.”
“What was her name?” asked Madi, just as she had every other time Clarke had told her the story.
Clarke shook her head. “That doesn’t matter, what matters is that they didn’t like each other at first, but that’s alright, because didn’t you know? All the best kive stories start out that way.” Clarke could feel Madi’s breathing becoming slower and deeper. She lowered her voice as went on, speaking more to herself now. “It didn’t take long for the princess to see how big Bellamy’s heart was and she realized that they needed each other if they were going to survive, so they learned to work together. It wasn’t easy, the ground could be a harsh and unforgiving place and there were times when it forced them to make impossible choices that made them question their own humanity. They fought with each other time and time again and they both lost people that they cared about, but through it all they remained side by side, head and heart balancing each other out, until eventually the princess realized that somewhere along the way, she’d fallen in love with Bellamy. She always intended to tell him how she felt, but there always seemed to be bigger and more important things getting in the way, until one day, it was too late, Bellamy had to return to their home among the stars and even though the princess wanted more than anything to go with him, she had to stay behind to make sure that he and their friends would be safe. Years passed, but the princess never lost hope that one day, they would meet again.” He story finished, Clarke turned back to Madi, who was now sound asleep in her arms, her chest rising and falling in time with each breath. “Sleep well, my little nightblood,” Clarke whispered, bending down to place a gentle kiss on the little girl’s forehead. Relinquishing her hold on Madi, Clarke laid her down carefully amongst the nest of blankets, doing her best not to disturb the sleeping girl. Turning away from her, Clarke reached behind for her radio, which had been lying on the front seat of the rover. Looking out once more at the bright pinpricks of light speckling the dark sky, Clarke lifted the radio to speak. “I love you, Bellamy,” she breathed. “We’ll see you soon.”

paul-likes-things  asked:

16 seems like it'd be heartbreaking enough for the angst prompt thing~

ok dude i know u sent this like a month ago so sorry i wasnt ignoring it, i just couldnt fucking figure out how to do it. i think i figured it tho. altho i dunno… but thank you for sending it :$) (oh and sorry it got so fuckin huge)


16. “I’m trying, can’t you see? Isn’t that enough for you?”


Scully could feel his touch before she even opened her eyes- just lightly brushing a piece of hair from her face as he mumbled her name softly. After a second, her eye cracked open and all she could see was the world flooded with a blinding white light. And then his face appeared, though years younger as if he managed to travel through time just to see her once again. But a moment passed, and her eyes filled with tears when she realized the man standing by her bed was not Mulder, but their son.

“Hey, Mom,” he whispered so gently, “how ya feeling?” William’s face forced a supportive smile, only furthering how much he looked like his father.

“I feel… like hell.”

William laughed. “I talked to your doctor and that seems about right.”

“Hmmm… how long did he say?”

“Mom-”

“Will,” she reached out a shaky hand and took her son’s, “it’s okay. How long?”

His refusal to meet her eyes said it all.

“How’s Danny?”

William face moved into a smile. “He’s great, begged me and Ellie to miss school today just to see you.”

“Still refusing to go by his name?”

“Yeah, Dad was definitely right about that being a bad idea.”

Scully opened her mouth to say something, but her words were lost before they were formed.

“What, Ma?”

She shook her head, taking the rest of the room in before returning her gaze to her son.

“He just… he reminds me so much of him.” Her voice cracked with every word.

William nodded and looked down.

“Shhh… Will, it’s a good thing,” she reached over and tilted his chin up to meet her gaze, “I’m so proud that he’s so much like him.”

“Me too,” her son whispered.

“Just keep him away from trains… and boats… and cars. And Walter Skinner’s nursing home.”

Will let out a laugh. “Okay, will do.” He brushed another hair from her face. “Listen, Mom, I gotta go to work, but I’ll stop by later with El and the baby and Danny okay?”

Scully nodded.

“But I wanted to drop this off for you to go through.” He reached into his large coat pocket and pulled out a bundle of envelopes. “We were cleaning out the house this weekend, and these were in a box in Dad’s study? Actually they were in the box, locked in his desk, and there was no key to be found. I had to take a hammer to the door to get it open. But the envelopes, they were still sealed and addressed to you, in his handwriting, so I thought you might know what they were?”

Scully reached out and took the bundle from him, slid the rubber band off and examined the envelopes.

“No idea, Will. I’ll look through them okay? Tell you what I find tonight.”

He smiled down at her, and then leaned over, pressing a kiss to her forehead and squeezing her hand lightly. “Just be careful in case they’re coated in alien DNA.”

She laughed, and watched him leave the room, before turning back to the stack of papers in her lap.

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Hey!

So like I told you I’m posting a married yousana prompt. It’s 11:20pm as I write this post, almost 6 hours have past since the hideous clip.

I decided to post the fic ‘cause I received more messages telling me to post it than messages telling me not to but since there were people that didn’t want me to post it today I’ve decided to wait several hours to do so.

I will completely understand if you don’t read this because you’re too upset, I’m just trying to bring some happiness and fluff to our yousana hearts.

Also know that I wrote this with all my respect and I really really hope that no one gets upset by it

The prompt was from an anon and said this:

“Hi so I was wondering because Sana and Yousef can’t do anything because Sana is a Muslim can you please write something about Married Yousana ? And thank you.”

I kept it very simple and short, it’s just a taste of what I think a marriage between yousana would feel like. I really hope you like it

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She woke up to find an empty space next to her on the bed. She yawned and looked at the clock on her bedside table, it was 8 am. For a moment she thought that maybe Yousef had already left for work but then she remembered that it was Saturday and he didn’t work on Saturdays. Her next thought was that she had fallen asleep and she needed to go to her work. Then she remembered what day it was and that she had asked for a free day so she could spend it with her husband. Not that her husband was anywhere to be seen. She sat on the bed with her back against the wall and yawned again. She tucked her hair behind her ears and was about to get up when the door opened.

“I was hoping you would still be asleep” Yousef said smiling

“I just woke up” she said “Where were you?”

“I was making breakfast for my beautiful wife, we can have it later” he made his way to the bed standing by Sana’s side and leaning closer to her

“Me?” she mouthed raising her eyebrow

He nodded and pressed his lips against hers softly. He placed his right hand on her cheek gently brushing his thumb against her skin.

“Happy anniversary, love” he whispered nuzzling her nose with his.

He smiled widely and before Sana could do something about it he jumped to his side of the bed sorting her and making her almost fall.

“You’re such a kid” she said rolling her eyes but internally smiling.

“But you love me” he said wrapping his arms around her so she could rest her head on his chest.

I do love you” she looked up to him “Happy anniversary”

He leaned down and kissed her again, a longer and deeper kiss this time. She felt goose bumps in all her skin, her heart beating fast in her chest. It still amazed her how, after a year of being married, every single touch, even if it was just a small one, made her feel like she was 17 again. She wondered if it would ever stop feeling like that, and she sure hope it wouldn’t.  

Yousef pulled away from the kiss but kept his face close to Sana’s, taking in all her beauty. Just like Sana, he still had goose bumps every time they touched and he felt butterflies in his stomach every time he looked at her, she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, not only on the outside but also on the inside, he admired her kindness and her strength and each day he spent with her, he was grateful for having her by his side. He tucked a curl behind her ear and smiled at her, lost in her eyes.

“Stop looking at me like that” she said blushing, yes she still blushed when he looked at her

“Looking at you like what? Like you’re the love of my life? I can’t stop looking at you like that” he said kissing her nose

“You’re so cheesy” she laughed

“Yes, but again, you love me”

He gave her a smiley peck on her lips.

“And I love you” he added making her smile

“So, what are we going to do today?” she asked

“I was thinking about staying in bed just like this”

“That’s how you want to celebrate our anniversary?”

“With you in my arms? Definitely” he said hugging her tighter

She smiled at him and rested her head once again on his chest

“Besides, in a few months we’re not going to be able to lie here like this, we’ll have other things to do, great, beautiful things to do” he said placing his hand on the small bump in her stomach that was barely noticeable.

She covered his hand with hers smiling to herself.

Fair enough, sounds like a good plan then” she said

“I have a reservation for dinner at your favorite restaurant. I can cancel that if you want…”

“Don’t you dare” she warned him

“Oh, is mommy having a craving?” he joked

“You have no idea” she said “You better not cancel that reservation”

“Your wish is my command” he said kissing the top of her head tenderly. “Oh, I almost forgot something!”

He stood up in spite of Sana’s complains and left the room. Sana sat on the bed and waited for him to come back. He returned with a bouquet of bluebells in his hands. Since that Friday afternoon, years ago, he would spontaneously bring her bluebells as a reminder of his love.

“This is for you my lovely wife” he said giving the bouquet to her.

She took it and smelled the flowers while he returned back to his side on the bed next to her.

“Thank you” she said.

He took one of the flowers from the bouquet and placed it on her hair behind her ear.

“This has been the happiest year of my life” he whispered resting his forehead against hers

“Mine too” she said closing her eyes

“I love you, Sana”

“I love you too, Yousef”

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This is it!

I hope that this made you smile even if it was just a little bit

Again I’m sorry if this upsets anyone, it’s not my intention at all

Thank you all for reading♥

And let’s keep our hope that things will get better

Creepypasta #1143: I Hated My Little Brother

Length: Long

I really did, I swear. Not a day went by when I didn’t want to punch his stupid face in, throw him into a truck’s path, send him off on a weather balloon to space. I really despised him.

A bit of backstory:

I lived with my father, my mother, and my little brother, George, or “Georgie” as a nickname. George was 11. He had sandy brown hair, and George was my parents’ little angel. He could do no wrong in their eyes. In everyone else’s, though, Georgie was a tiny demon sent from the depths of the Underworld. He harassed smaller children, stole lunch money, and did worse things I don’t even want to say. Almost once a week, our neighbors or George’s teacher would show up at our door, forced smiles frozen on our faces.

“I’ve come to have a chat about George,” they would say.

My parents would gasp at each “false” relevation. Someone killed the class hamster and wrote GT (George’s initials) in blood on the tabletop? No way. Our angel couldn’t do that! They would proclaim. Someone stole Samantha’s lunch, stuffed it in the girls’ toilet, and forced her to eat it during recess? How dare you accuse Georgie of that! It must have been some other child, though Samantha had to go to a mental hospital for a while because of the trauma. Our George burned someone’s homework? Lies. Our George kicked a kitten? False. Our George stole $78 worth of candy from a store? Of course not. He told us he bought that candy.

The list goes on.

My parents never got worn down. They never stopped to consider these claims, even when obvious evidence was presented. Ever. George was a sweet little honeycake. But as George’s sister, by God, it was 1,000x worse.

He would take my homework and hide it, burn it, or stuff it in the toilet. I came to school empty handed those days, and the teachers nodded and gave me 100s. They knew George.

I came home from school one day and all of my stuffed animals were hanging by their necks from nooses on the ceiling of my room. I screamed, ran downstairs for my parents, and when they came up they yelled at me because if I “wanted to make a statement”, then I could have just asked them to repaint my room black or dark blue or whatever.

The torture was endless.

So this brings me to about 2 weeks ago, when our house was being repainted in George’s room. One of my friends, Titi (her real name was Tatiana, but she hated it) had enough.

“You know,” she said to me, mischeviously, “we could get him back.”

“How?” I asked.

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anonymous asked:

"Simon sweetie, does the guy that climbed through your window last night prefer bacon or pancakes for breakfast?"

Simon freezes, his hands making tight fists in Jace’s hair where he’d been making slow, sweet kisses down the length of his body. Jace appears from beneath the blankets with wide eyes.

“I thought you said everyone was asleep?” Jace whispers urgently, rolling away from Simon to pull on his briefs.

Simon exhales slowly, watching Jace get dressed. “Mom has her ways,” he says quietly, shifting to search for his pyjama bottoms that Jace threw to the floor in the night. “What should I tell her?”

Jace looks panicked for a second, and Simon realizes that he’s probably never been home to meet someone’s parents. Especially after sneaking into their house in the wee hours of the morning to have sex with their offspring. 

The panic passes a moment later, a grin tugging its way to Jace’s lips. “Bacon, of course,” he says. “What kind of man would choose pancakes over bacon?”

I See You; 1000 words

They were in the middle of doing homework – or attempting to do homework; Sana was so distracted that she had read the same sentence over a dozen times and Eva had looked at her phone more than her textbooks – when Eva spoke up.

“Y’know, when I fell out with Ingrid and the girls, they spoke shit about me too.” Eva puts down her pen, giving up the pretence that she was working.  Sana already knew, of course, it was almost impossible to avoid the Nissen rumour mill.

“They told everyone what I did, but they also made a bunch of shit up and everyone just believed it because the first thing they heard was true so why would they question if the rest of it was?”

“A little bit of truth makes it hard to see the bullshit.” Sana acknowledged, reaching over and squeezing Eva’s hand briefly.

“Yeah.” Eva agreed.  “People don’t really listen.  They love the drama for a few seconds and then they move on with their lives and forget whatever bullshit people were spouting.  Deep down everyone knows it’s all bullshit and no fact.”

“You think?” Sana raised an eyebrow.

“I do.” Eva nodded.  “Why else would they forget and move on so fast? If you learn something horrible about someone that’s true you don’t just move on like that.  It messes you up for a bit while it sinks in.” She continued, and Sana couldn’t help but be impressed by Eva’s assessment.

“What brought this on?”

“The shit people are saying about you.” Eva replied bluntly but, despite her insides turning ice, Sana kept her face smooth.

“Oh?” She could feel her heart in her throat and she hated it.

She hated the seed of doubt burrowed deep inside her whispering that Eva was going to call it quits on their relationship because it was all too much and not enough compared to her past exploits.

“No one believes the shit they’re saying about you.  About how you almost killed someone back at Urra, or that you’re some crazy bitch who goes off with no reason or warning.  They know it’s all just Sara grasping at straws because it’s come out that she’s a two faced bitch.  At least you’re real, Sana.  You don’t smile and people and then stab them in the back two seconds later.  It’s pretty easy to tell when you’re pissed at someone.”

“It is?” Sana had always thought she was good at keeping that under wraps.

“Oh my god, yes?  You go really quiet and don’t really talk to them and you get this little frowny face.  It’s kinda cute.  Not subtle though.” Eva smiled and Sana found herself laughing, colour rushing to her cheeks.

“Did you think you had the master poker face?” Eva giggled and Sana rolled her eyes, trying not to grin at Eva’s musical laugh.

“No!”

“You did!  You so did!” Eva laughed again.  “No, you get this little crease right here.” Eva leaned forwards and dropped a light kiss between Sana’s eyebrows before leaning back in her seat. “You don’t frown properly, but it’s pretty obvious to me when you’re mad about something.”

“Maybe it’s just you.” Sana smiled fondly, butterflies fluttering in her stomach and the skin between her eyebrows tingling from Eva’s gentle kiss. “No one else really seems to see me. Not really.” Sana’s smile fell and she looked down at her laptop.

“They see a Muslim. Someone different and weird.  Someone out of place, even though I was born here.  They see my hijab and they write me off straight away.” Sana swallowed.  Her voice hardly more than a whisper, but her words felt so heavy.

“Hey.” Eva murmured, her soft fingers curling gently around Sana’s chin and tilting her head up so she had no choice but to meet Eva’s gaze.  “I see you.  You’re so smart and you have such a big heart for the people you love.  You’re so dedicated to your faith, to your god, and you stay faithful even though people give you shit for it.  You actually…really inspire me.” It was Eva’s turn to blush now.

“Thank you.” Sana could barely get the words out, they were just a breath, but Eva heard them any way.

“I see you, Sana.” Eva repeated, skimming her thumb lightly over Sana’s cheek. “I see you and I wish everyone could see you how I do.”

“And how is that?”

“You’re the softest, most loving girl I’ve ever met.” Eva said simply, and Sana was mortified to feel wetness at the corner of her eyes.  “Fuck anyone who says otherwise.  They’re just close minded assholes and they’ll never come close to having as much love and light in their life as you bring to the people you love.” Eva brushed her thumbs under Sana’s eyes carefully, letting the tears roll down her warm skin.

“Don’t smudge my eyeliner!” Sana cried jokingly, desperate not to acknowledge the fact that she had cried at Eva’s kind words.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Eva winked, nudging her nose against Sana’s lightly as she wiped her fingers dry on her jeans.

“Now what the hell am I doing with this equation?” Eva flopped back in her chair and looked down at her notes.

Sana had never loved her more than she did right then.

Some people would have tried to push Sana for more, would have tried to get Sana to talk more about it or encourage her to cry, but Eva knew better than to try such things and Sana was beyond grateful.

“Sana,” Eva whined after a few seconds.  “Come put that big brain of yours to use and help me!” Sana couldn’t resist that joking pout Eva aimed her way and she moved her chair closer to look at Eva’s maths work.

There was so much more to talk about.  But not now.

For now, she would spend an afternoon with a girl who saw her.

And wasn’t that just the most blessed thing?

Cheronica firsts headcanons that literally nobody asked for:

  • Their first kiss is over a dare while the gang was playing truth or dare at their birthday party for Cheryl
    • They have their real first kiss a couple weeks later when Veronica asks her on a date
  • The first time they say “I love you”s is after Cheryl has a panic attack and Veronica calms her down
    • Cheryl is scared that Veronica won’t want to be with her after she finds out that Cheryl is terrified of bodies water and can barely look at pictures of them without sending her into a panic attack
    • Veronica just holds her tightly and doesn’t let go until tears have dried and the whole time she whispers “i love you”s in reinsurance (and she completely means it!) 
  • The first time one of them gets sicks Cheryl refuses to let Veronica take care of her because “Damnit Veronica -achoo- I’m not -achoo- sick!”
    • Cheryl finally lets Veronica take care of her when she’s caught downing a bottle of cold medicine
  • The first time Veronica asks Cheryl to move in with her is when she finds out about Cheryl’s abuse
    • Yes there’s a first because Cheryl says no at first because “I can’t Veronica, my nana needs me there”
    • She finally moves in with her when nana tells her to be happy or she’s going to make sure to mention it all the time because somehow she just knows that Veronica had asked her to move in
  • The first time they break up, because yes they break up two times, is when Cheryl thinks that it’s best for them to go separate ways when they’re going to colleges across the nation
    • Cheryl wants to make sure that Veronica won’t try to get back together so she completely crushes Veronica’s heart even going as far as saying she never loved her
  • The first time they adopt a kid is when they’re in their late twenties and one of Veronica’s cases was a double homicide that the murder hadn’t known that there was a sleeping three year old in the room next door
    • Veronica had worked extra hard to put the person behind bars (she became a prosecutor)
    • They had fostered the kid during the case and Cheryl suggested that they try and adopt the little girl
Well, woah, you can punch real good

Shiro x Reader
Rating T (language)
Requested- yes
Reader is female
Reader and Shiro spar and Shiro usually wins, but this time the reader does and Shiro is in love.


It all happened so quickly. One minute Shiro is warming up, the next he’s pinned to the floor. “Looks like I won!” (Y/n) cheered getting up, helping the lovestruck boy beneath her. “Holy shit.” Shiro whispered. “Language young man, you’re only six.” (Y/n) joked. “So, what’s my prize?” (Y/n) asked walking over to the man who owns her heart. A feverish kiss caught her by surprised. “Woah, down boy. Not in the training room.” “Sorry, you just looked amazing. I couldn’t help myself.” Shiro sheepishly rubbed his neck. “It’s okay. You can help yourself later, in private, if you catch my drift…” Shiro nodded eagerly. “But I have to shower first. So bye!” With that (Y/n) left, excited for the rest of the night.


Hope you liked it! Also everyone seems to really love Shiro right now. Sorry it’s really short.

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"I'll have to tell them." Nate muttered as Hunter came back into the room. Hair wet and shinning from the shower. "D'what?" He asked sitting down next to Nate. Nate gave him back his phone to reveal more texts from the boys threatening Hunters head. Hunter laughed, "I wonder what your phone looks like." Nate drew out his own phone to see all the texts asking if he was okay. He looked at them, stunned. "They care." He whispered. Hunter raised an eyebrow. "Of course. They're family." -Re

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