and man when will you kiss her again

Your wedding day with Chris Evans would involve:

• Chris worrying about everything, but his brother is here to tell him he’s already a happy man and he’s going to marry the love of his life.
• Your mom crying when she sees you in your wedding dress, holding the bouquet.
• Being surprised that you’ve both left notes to one another, claiming your love once again.
• While walking down the aisle, Chris can’t take his eyes off you, smiling and your lower lip trembles as he is on the verge of tears.
• - “I promise you, I will take care of your daughter and maker her happy, sir.”
 - “You better, Evans. My eyes are on you.”
 - “Dad!”
• Never stopping smiling to each other and you both catch yourselves almost leaning to kiss before you are allowed to.
• Chris whispering you are very beautiful in your ear during the entire ceremony and day… and night. Actually, he can’t stop himself from saying it to everyone around him.
• When the rings pass through your fingers and you’re officially pronounced husband and wife, Chris pulls you to him in a longing kiss and you think the world around you can collapse, you would never feel anywhere safer than in his arms.
• Basically, you have to stop kissing because of Scott’s whistles and the groomsmen decide to join, leaving Chris blushing.
• His family being so proud and very happy he settles down with someone like you.
• Holding hands all the time, caressing your rings as a reminder this day isn’t a dream.
• The reception isn’t as you planned, but what you want more is here. Your families and friends are there to make the dinner very entertaining.
• Endless teasing from them during the best man’s speech. His best man doesn’t even hesitate to show some embarrassing and funny candid shots of you two.
• Chris calling you ‘Mrs. Evans’ with this adorable boyish grin on his face and you can’t help but kiss his cheek, giggling every time.
• - “Nice butt you have here, handsome.”
• Forehead kisses.
• Lots of fun and laughs.
• Lots of soft, slow and meaningful kisses.
• For the first dance, your husband brings you to his chest and holds you close. He loves the way the lights shine on your skin and the way you look at him.
• You almost step on his toes, but as a good dancer (like Lisa has taught him), Chris tells you that’s very cute and he definitely made the right choice, marrying you.
• The big party follows up and you just dance like nothing else matters in this world, never leaving each other more than five minutes.
• - “Is that real?”
 - “Y/N, we’re married. I’m the realest person you’ve ever met. And you’re stuck with me for the rest of your life.”
• You both try to stay sober because you want to remember every second of this night.
 - “Baby, stop drinking!”
 - “Yeah, Chris, remember what’s happening tonight!”
• Cutting the cake and sharing a piece together. This ends pretty dramatically funny.
• You keep twirling, dipping and moving your hips until you can’t feel your feet anymore.
• Scott wiggling his eyebrows, giving you a knowing look when you’re about to leave the reception to your house.
• Once at home with your husband, Chris sweeps you off your feet and carries you to your bedroom, gently settling you on the bed with his eyes glowing with pure love.


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The Arrangement (Part 14)

Originally posted by bringmesomepie56

Summary: Dean tries to cope with your breakup, and then gets a surprise visit from Crowley. Your friends take you out to try and cheer you up, but eventually you head home alone, only to find someone waiting for you.

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,500

Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption (like a lot) (this is not how to cope with feelings, friends), heartbreak, sadness, loneliness, desperation, suspense, cliff-hanger

A/N: Reminder… I love you guys a lot. Like so much. Don’t hate me, it’ll be okay!

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Imagine Jensen being a nervous goofball at your wedding rehearsal. 


Characters: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, mild wedding angst

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: 6k Celebration and One Year Fic-i-verary Celebration Fic FIFTEEN. The line requested was, The line “Do I really say awesome a lot?” was requested by @iwrotemyownending . It will be highlighted in the fic. I combined it with a gif I just fell in love with.  Hope you enjoy it! It kind of came out of NOWHERE. It’s a little cliche, but I love it. Thanks for celebrating with me!

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BTS Reaction: Their daughter says she want to marry them when she's grown up

Jin: “Awwww”. Jin would coo at her, his whole face turning red (including his ears). “Of course you do.” He shouts blowing a kiss and laughing with you.

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Jungkook: “Shhh, don’t say that too loud, mummy will get jealous!” He ‘whispers’ (actually shouts making sure you hear). He turn to face you see your reaction with a huge grin on his face. You jokingly pout and he gets up from where he is sitting and grabs you in a hug before pulling your daughter in for one too.

Originally posted by jeonify

V: Omg he would be so cute. He’d be playing tea party with your daughter when she would tell him. His whole face you immediately light up and. “Ahhh, thank you.” He’d whisper squeezing her cheeks. He would be so happy that his daughter loves him that much and it would get rid of any doubts he had about not being a good father.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Jimin: As soon as she says those words he’d look over at you with a smirk. “Did you just hear that?” He’d say chuckling lightly. “Yeah, she’s too cute.” “She can’t resist my charm just like you huh?” He’d smile at you giving you a kiss on the cheek.

Originally posted by chimchams

J-Hope: He would get so excited. “Really? Me? Really?” He would question her so much that she’d get confused lol. “Hobi, just accept it.” You’d say laughing as you stand in the doorway watching them. “Thank you so much!” He’d shout squeezing her in for a hug.

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Rap Monster: “Really? Can you say that again?” He’d say after pulling out his phone. “What are you doing?” You’d ask confused. “I need to record this to show it to her when she’s older and starts to not spend as much time with me.” He’d be completely serious but you’d burst into laughter. “Wow, you really think ahead huh?” You’d reply before giving him a kiss. “Don’t worry, she’ll still love you.”

Originally posted by ksjknj

Suga: “Well what can I say?” He’d reply as he shrugs his shoulders. “I am the best man you’ll ever meet.” But once he stopped joking he’d pull your daughter in for a hug. “Thank you, princess.” He’d say kissing the top of her head, a small smile on his face as he can’t stop thinking about how adorable she is.

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Spider-man: Homecoming basically stole from Miles Morales

I’ve been seeing some willfully obtuse shit regarding this where Marvel fans essentially ignore that Peter stole traits from Miles’ origin and story. So here is the list of the ways it was done.

1. Ganke Lee/Ned Leeds

Of course, I had to start with the most obvious.

Not only that he looks like Ganke, but he fucking acts like Ganke. Has Ned Leeds been Asian before? Yes, in Spectacular Spider-man Tv Show, but it would be hilarious that Disney and Sony actually stole from Greg Weisman after they both collectively screwed him twice. The thing about this character is that he acts more like Miles’ Ganke than he does Peter’s Ned Leeds.

Peter’s Ned Leeds was never a close friend of Peter’s, let alone went to the same school as Peter. He was an acquaintance at best or a fellow work mate at the most. 

Ganke, however….

..Is Miles’ best friend. He was introduced in Miles’ second issue ever. He has been a constant character ever since. That is Miles’ number 1.

If you noticed that Ganke was playing with Legos, guess what hobby Ned Leeds’ favorite hobby is?

That is a Lego Deathstar. And before you say, well in the panels’ he’s just playing with it. He doesn’t seem that interested in Legos.

And why Legos are integral to Miles and Ganke? Miles is not as Science smart as Ganke or Peter Parker so he cannot remake the Web fluid. Ganke is that smart and Legos are suggested by Chemists as great toys children to play with because it helps them visualize molecular models. Ganke is as important to Miles’ Spider-man as he is to Miles.

For all intents and purposes, Ned Leeds probably is just his best friend on account of Peter not telling Ned Leeds that he is Spider-man. Speaking of which, the whole Peter having a confidant in on his identity situation…

He never had one. Peter never told anyone that he is Spider-man. He never once shared that info with Gwen Stacy, Mary Jane(she always knew, but never revealed that she knew), Harry Osbourne, or anyone. In Ultimate Spider-man, Peter did confide in Mary Jane, but that was a case of her being his only friend.

Miles only revealed his identity to Ganke and eventually his father.  Well in the case of Ganke, Miles never had to reveal anything because Ganke was there to help him become Spider-man. It just the scene how Ned leeds found out.

Look familiar?

The same parallel as Peter’s.

Also, Ganke is girl obsessed like Homecomings’ Ned Leeds is. And yes, you are a little too infatuated with the opposite sex if you know by heart what a woman has worn previously and what she hasn’t.

The first thing Ganke does when Jessica Drew presents Miles with his new costume is to declare that he will start talking to girls.

After a deep conversation about what to do with Miles’ thieving ass Uncle, Ganke is pressed to go with Miles’ not to provide comfort, but to stare at his mom(who is really attractive).

As soon as he meets Mary Jane Watson and Gwen Stacy, Ganke immediately switches gears and starts hitting on them.

Ganke making a gift out of Legos for Gwen Stacy.

And it working…

Ganke trying to use Miles to hook him up with Dagger, and refusing to believe anyone is too hot for him.

Ganke is girl obsessed. It’s part of his charm.

So Peter took Miles’ best friend. Great.

2. Miles motivation of proving he is a superhero

I remember when I called this out and some moron said Peter had to prove himself to the Fantastic Four in his debut. No.

He wasn’t trying to prove himself with the Fantastic Four. He wanted to join the Fantastic Four so he can earn money.

The FF did not have an opinion on him, except Ben who did not like Spider-man for being a show off like Johnny. 

Just for your closure…

Miles’ however, had to go through a proving ground to not just be Spider-man, but also be qualified as a hero.

Instead of Tony Stark being the one supervisor of Miles, it is Captain America. It’s a long story as to why Cap feels the need to restrict Miles, but he is the one Miles has to prove his worth to.

After fighting with Captain America, Miles pops the question.

And to tie it into the Civil War, Miles’ asks to be the Ultimate equivalent of the Avengers, the Ultimates.

This is not a coincidence. You may say that they needed Peter to join MCU somehow, but how they are going about it is eerily similar to how they went about it with Miles. Peter never once had to gain recognition from his fellow superheroes. He never once had to ask to join the Avengers because they respected him as a hero. Miles’ did.

This is not the first time Peter took this from Miles either. The Ultimate Spider-man cartoon has Peter,again, taking Miles familiarity with Nick Fury and forming a super team just like Miles Morales. It’s annoying.

3. Younger Aunt May/Parental figure and having stability

Before I start this, yes, Ultimate Spider-man had a younger Aunt May and Uncle Ben. I know this. You seen her above when she is talking to Miles and you see her when Gwen kissed Ganke. But she did not look like this.

Now Marissa Tomei is a young looking 52 year old woman. Girl fucking looks good. Slay.

But Ultimate Aunt May did not look like she was pulling dates off tinder. Ultimate Aunt May also did not stay in an upscale Queen suite. Peter was not raised in an economically stable environment. There was always bills to be paid and Aunt May did not work.

Miles however lives in Brooklyn. His mom is a nurse and his father a cop. It is a stable household.

As you can see, Rio is hot!

Anyways, what contributed to Peter’s anxiety and neuroticism was that he never had a stable household. They were always just above the red. With Ben gone, Aunt May had to take care of the household in spite of Peter’s new adventures.  Peter is lower middle class. Miles’ is middle class when it comes to living in Brooklyn.

4. The charter school

This especially pissed me off. 

Miles goes to an advanced charter school for gifted children. How he did so?

You ever see the documentary, “Waiting for Superman?”

Okay, so there is a literal lottery for gifted urban youth(usually youth of color) for them to attend advanced schools. If they do not get the right lottery, then they are sent back to attend the shitty Inner City schools where they most likely won’t excel in life. They will most likely excel if they go to Charter School. It sucks, but that is a reality youth face.

Miles had to enter this lottery to attend his charter school(with the number 42, Jackie Robinson’s number to mark the significance). Peter has never been placed in a situation where his race and environment did not cheat him out of a future or reduce his options. His intelligence has always gotten him out of academic situations and guaranteed his success. Miles had to enter a fucking lottery to ensure his future was stable. And that is highly fucked up that Peter just took that trait from Miles without the significance of it being appreciated and realized.

That is four things that Spider-man: Homecoming leeched from Miles Morales and his story. And people want to act dumb as if these characteristics have always been attributed to Peter. Bull fucking shit. They wanted a relative character that was not presented on screen or the audiences did not already know. They exhausted Peter’s story, characters, and even abilities through 5 movies, several cartoon, and several video games and a fucking live action play. 

What pisses me off is that people have called Miles the inferior Spider-man or not the real Spider-man, yet Peter, this motherfucker, is literally taking aspects from Miles and no one is calling it out. You love everything about Miles when it is on a white character, huh?

It is also an aspect of Marvel canabalizing off of legacy characters. DC gave Wally a chance to be the Flash over Barry Allen. DC gave several Robins a chance and did not create an amalgamation of Robin. DC gave Jon Stewart a chance ahead of Kyle Rainer and Hal Jordan. Fuck, Marvel you gave Scott Lang a chance over Hank Pym in spite of making Hank Pym’s main villain the villain of Avengers 2(And Hank Pym fans did not deserve that). 

We heard every excuse in the book as to why Miles could not be the first to enter MCU when Peter’s story has been told 5 fucking times on screen.  Miles Morales was trending when it was announced that Marvel was making a Spider-man film. People wanted his story to be told. And we heard every excuse in the book as to why Miles could not be selected. There was fucking press release that basically said Peter Parker had to be white yet you don’t mind diversifying the rest of the cast. We heard that his story was too new, but that did not stop you from making Robbie Reyes the new Ghost Rider. That Miles is a legacy. Yet you made Scott Lang, the legacy to Hank Pym, the first Ant Man on screen while acknowledging that Scott Lang is the second Ant Man. You just did not want him on screen because Miles is not white. End of story. You liked his story so much that you attributed to Peter. You took his cast. You took his financial situation. You took his precarious school situation. You took one of his arc. And you gave them to Peter. By doing that, you all but ensured that Miles would be stuck in his comic book and not being getting a damn thing.

The only reason I am interested in this film is Zendaya because black women, even bi-racial women, are hardly romantic leads in super hero in general. They are rarely presented as such and that sucks. I really don’t are about this movie outside of that. It looks good, but whatever.

#15: We Drunk**

**mature


I thought maybe he should have a payback after he’s done her so well in the last imagine ;)



The car halts on the front gate of the apartment, Harry and Y/N dramatically stumbling forward from the sudden brakes, laughing later at their clumsy behavior. To say they were drunk was an understatement; they’d literally licked alcohol off their glasses, breathed in the waft till it was what they breathed out and paid a bill for a whole month grocery to the bartender.

“Ben!” Harry called out to his driver form the back seat. “Ben, I love you man. God knows what we would’ve been doing without you.”

“I would’ve been driving probably.” Y/N inputs, blinking to keep her eyes open. “I can’t trust you driving drunk, Harry.”

Harry snickers. “You’re drunk too.”

“Yeah.” Y/N nods, blinking at her boyfriend for a good moment of silence. Then, she suddenly threw her hands in the air, exclaiming,”Let’s get outta here!” She opens the door but then sits back inside again, leaning towards the driver’s seat.

“Ben, I swear when I say I love you.” She slurs. “I would’ve have kissed but you see Harry Styles here,” She points animatedly beside her.”He’ll either punch you or me. Yeah, probably me. See ya, buddy! Keep saving people.”

She stumbles out of the car, Harry joining after her a moment later, after he’s planted a wet kiss on Ben’s cheek and told him how much he loves him.

“Y/N! Wait for me!” Harry calls out to the blurring figure of Y/N ahead of him. He strides ahead, clutching her shoulders, and she helps him out, swinging her arm on his shoulder and levering his weight on her body.

“But, Y/N, do you know why’d we drink so much?” He asks, innocently, as they take slow steps to the elevator.

“Because it’s religious to do so.” Y/N presses on  the elevator button, pushing Harry against the wall, and stretching her arms.

“Really? Damn, I should do this every day.” He chuckles, the lift door opening with a ding.

We. We should do it more.” Y/N walks into the elevator first, Harry following behind after he’s clutched her behind in both of his huge hands, keeping the distance between their chest and back a minimal.

Inside the elevator, Harry’s arms wrap around her full waist from behind, rocking her back forth as they wait for the elevator to start. He rests his chin on her shoulder, snuggling his face into her neck as she leans into him more.

“I’m gonna be off to bed, Harry.”

“We’ll see.”

“Hmm.”

“Did you press the button?”

“I thought you did.”

“So…you didn’t?”

“Nope.”

Harry gives her a look. “Kay, I’ll do it.” He leans forward, pushing the button to their floor and resumes to his place behind her, clutching her waist tighter to pull her more close.

They push their way out of the elevator, Y/N having a hard time walking, considering the heavy weight of Harry being slumped on her. He then and now sets off in his own direction and Y/N has to work up to succeed in steering in the right way.

Reaching before their home’s door, Y/N bumps the shoulder Harry’s passed out on. “Harry, the house keys.”

“Whaa..?” He wakes, wiping the corner of his mouth on her shoulder and leaning past it. “What?”

“House keys, you silly cuckoo!” She whisper-yells.

“Cuckoo? Where?” Harry swings on his feet, looking around in the dark hallway.

“Harry!” She turns around, pulling him by the collar of his shirt.”House. Keys.”

“Ah.” He nods in realization. “They’re in my back pocket.” He rubs his eyes with the back of his hand, yawning slightly after leaking out the information.

Y/N boldly stretches, twisting her arm around him to reach his back pocket. She digs her fingers into one, and Harry squeals, chuckling.

“You’re tickling me!”

She winds her other arm around him, reaching for the next pocket, and Harry gladly hugs her back, pulling her face into his chest, giving her a hard time breathing. “Ha-wey.” She calls, voice muffled under his tight grip. Finally, the keys come in her hand.

She pulls away abruptly, Harry let frowning behind her. “I thought we were having a moment there.”

The doors open, Y/N walking in first. “Are you coming in or not?”

“Yeah, yeah, give me a moment.” He stumbles into the hall, mumbling on way.

Y/N locks the door away, putting the keys away on the tray placed at the table by the door. Harry has his boots kicked off, his belt now in his hand as he turns around to Y/N taking her shoes off. He slaps the leather belt against the marble floor, rattling the furniture around, and scaring the hell out of Y/N.

“Harry, wh-“

He strides quick, winding the belt around her and then him, pulling her close to his chest, and although the buckles don’t tie together as he wanted them too, he still keeps a hand holding both end of the belt together.

“Keep walking, you, keep walking.” He mutters to her, eyes eyeing her face like a savage, determined robber. “You’re in the Harry Styles’s grip now.”

Y/N smirks. “So, are we role-playing tonight, hun?”

He gives her a glare. “I didn’t ask you to speak, you little piece of-!“ He lets the rest of the words pass under his breath.

He’s walking her to the direction of the stairs, her back to them as they slowly take steps up.

“I’m tired, though.” Y/N whines, grabbing his chest muscles to grip as she ascends every stair.

“You will not say a word or there will be consequences!” He threatens her in a hoarse voice, sporting the wide eyed, deadly look.

Y/N acts all fragile. “Oh, dear! Sire, I’m still pure, too innocent for ya! Don’t think of me that way, spare this maiden tonight, please!” She looks away, shuddering intentionally like a drama queen.

“Oh, shut up!” Y/N’s back hits the door of their bedroom. “You cannot be pure! You’ve been with a man who’s nonetheless horny as fuck twenty four hours a day! How could you be innocent!”

He slams his hand against the door behind him, hoping it would open, and when it doesn’t, he has to shrug off his role playing and use the handle to push open the door. Y/N laughs at him, finding the chance and slipping out of the grip that she’s in.

“Where d’ya think you’re goi-“  As Y/N jumps on the bed and away from him, Harry runs behind, tripping his foot on the edge of the bed in an attempt to climb up. He lies in pain on the floor, and Y/N gets down to tend him.

“Harry, are y-“ She lets out a shriek when he grabs her hips and turns her over on the floor, pinning her on the carpet floor, and hovering above her.

“Gotcha!” He titters as Y/N struggles underneath him. His face ducks down on her for a kiss, but ends up hitting on her forehead, and they both cry out, laughing in the end.

“Do it again, it brings bad luck, otherwise.” Y/N urges, and they pull in for it again, Harry catching Y/N’s lips right in the moment.

“Mhm, Harry.” She groans, his lips forcefully coming down on her.

“Please, kiss me, kiss me, please.” He coos in a soft, pained voice, leaning down again for her, and she accepts it.

They kiss in a luscious, thirst-quenching manner, the noises of their clicking mouths and heavy breathing the only sound in the room. His hands trail down, holding the hem of her dress in his finger, and he pushes it up, up till it reaches her navel, and he breaks from the kiss, moving down to kiss on the exposed skin.

“Harry, no.” He doesn’t stop, groaning against her skin. “Harry, stop, no.” Y/N slips her fingers on his forehead, pushing him away from her.

“But, why?” He sounds hurt, as he sits up, keeping a close touch on her inner thigh.

Y/N tries and sits up, but Harry’s pushed her twice back and got on top, and she’s twice pushed him and sat back up.

“I have a theory about why we shouldn’t have sex when we’re both drunk?”

“Why?” he asks, frowning.

“Because, we lose our limits.” She says, proud.

“Anything else?”

“This is it.”

“It’s shit. Let’s just do-“

“No!” She whines, pushing him hard by the chest into sitting position. “You don’t understand. What if you forget to put on a condom? And even if you do, what if it’s just left behind in me like in the Love, Rosie movie and I end up having a child?!”

“I won’t really mind.” He shrugs, shy.

“But, I would. Because we’re too young, and you’ll be always off to work, and I’ll have to look after our child all by myself which would not at all be easy, understand?”

“Point.” He nods, lips pursed in a somber expression.

“So, let’s just get back to bed like we’re an old couple.” Y/N sums up, getting off the floor.

“But you just said we’re too young.” Harry points out.

“Oh, just get here in bed, you!”

“But, I’m confused.”

“Stop running your walnut sized brain, you won’t be confused.”

“Point.” Harry nods. “But, I wanna cuddle!”

He jumps off the floor, climbing on top of the bed, where Y/N’s lying already, still in the same party clothes.

“I wanna naked cuddle!” He wiggles his eye brows at her, grinning.

“No!” Y/N whines. “You’re sleeping in these same clothes, so that we’re not confused if we did have sex at night or not.”

“Ah, nice.” Harry gives a cheeky smile. Y/N turns her body to the side, Harry snuggling into her back with his arm wrapping around her hip tightly. “But, can I atleast take off my jeans, they’re too-“

“No! Sleep.” Y/N closes her eyes, unconsciously pushing her behind on his groin, making him wince behind.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” Harry consoles, more to himself.

***

Harry groans, waking up, feeling a tight strain in his pants, aching till it literally had him whimpering into the pillow. He opens his eyes, shaking his head, as he looks down to himself to see Y/N behind pressed hard over his morning wood.

It already is a torture having had to struggle with these morning surprises, and now that Y/N had kept rubbing her behind to him the whole night, the erection feels much tighter, harder and achier.

Pulling his hand back to him from around her, Harry sits up, staring at the bulge resting down between his legs. The more he looks at it, the more it hurts inside.

He looks over at Y/N beside him, asleep, and slowly creeping on the edge of the bed, he sits, pop opening his jeans button, groaning and throwing his head back at the sudden rush of air inside the space. He anchors his body with one arm behind, palm flat on the mattress, while his other hand works to undo his jeans and then, slide down his boxer briefs.

His member springs out, hard and erect, swollen at the tip, red and throbbing before his eyes. He runs his fingers over him, erupting shaky breaths from his mouth as sheen of sweat collects around his temple. His fingers wrap around him, moaning, then shushing himself with a lip bite, as he begins to pump up and down, running from the base to the tip. His breathing falters, his mind automatically shifts to thoughts of his girl, sweet and innocent, only his.

His cussing begins, he pumps faster, trying to ease off the tension quicker and free himself of the ache. His chest rises and falls unevenly, and suddenly, he feels a touch on his shoulder. He looks over, Y/N peeping at him pleasuring himself, and see meets his eyes, biting her lip.

“Need some help there, baby?” She rasps, sliding her hand down his shoulder to his wrist. Harry nods, freeing himself from his hold, and leans back, both hands resting back flat against the mattress.

Y/N gets off the bed, sitting on the floor, between his legs, and stares at his throbbing muscle, tensed and swollen in front of her. She gives him a look from underneath her eye lashes; Harry’s gut doing twists staring, down at her.

She takes him in her hands, wrapping her four fingers around, flicking her thumb on the tip of him. Harry throws his head back, spilling her name, as she brings her lips down on the tip, sucking at the pre-cum accumulated. Her hand begins to pump, up and down, up and down, as her lips then and there keep leaving tender pecks on his tip.

She leans her face closer to him, looking up through her eyelashes at him and crooking an eyebrow, sultrily

“Oh, god. Yes, yes, do it, pet.” Harry urges, breath shaky.

She brings the tip close to her mouth, slowing opening her lips to take him in. Her head goes low on him, till he’s filled her to the throat, and she grabs the rest of him in her hand, pausing to taste him around her mouth.

Her hair falls around her face, disrupting the very view from Harry, and he leans forward, clutching her hair in his both hands, bringing it up in a ponytail above her head. She starts moving, thrusting him in her mouth, while her hands pump the rest of him, going down to touch his balls, tickling her fingers underneath them.

Harry tugs at her hair, falling into a relentless saga of moans and curses, throwing his head back when she hollows her cheeks around him, giving that sudden tug at his base. He pants, his chest falling down, and then rising upbeat, Y/N’s pumping turning faster, as she bobs her head against him at a faster rate.

He twitches into her mouth, she feels a back thrust; his hands tug on her roots tighter, and he’s coming undone into her mouth. She swallows his juices, pulling out his cock from her mouth. Kissing slowly from the tip to the base, then up to his stomach and up over his chest, she comes in face to face with him. He leans in for a kiss, but she leans back.

“Morning breath.” She teases, biting her lip.

Harry pulls her to from the back of her head, attaching lips with her in a slow, fulfilling kiss. He sucks on the corner of her mouth, tasting his tanginess on her, before he pulls away, falling back on the bed with a content sigh.

Y/N lies down beside him, and he’s quick to pull her to his chest.

“My headache’s feeling worse now.” She groans against his chest.

“ Need my medicine, d’ya?” Harry smirks, pulling her by the chin to look up at him.

She smirks. “Would you give it to me?”

Harry slides down, leaning in between her legs already, as he slides her panties down her legs.

“But, Harry, tell me this: are you really twenty four hours horny?” She asks, eye fluttering from his kisses on her inner thigh.

He looks up from her legs, grinning. “Only for ya, pet, only for ya.”


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Part V – “But we’re still sleeping like we’re lovers”

Twenty-six

I stood there, transfixed by the overwhelming feeling of her in my arms, unbelievingly real against the paleness of my tired memories. I didn’t know what had happened to her – clearly something had happened – but was only glad I had found her, right in the moment when my arms seemed to be so needed to hold her.

“Will ye tell me?” I murmured against her hair – fragrant like a freshly squeezed lemon, like a garden after pouring rain -, my hands rubbing her back in soothing circles. “What happened?”

“I will.” She tilted her chin, allowing our eyes to meet – hers were dry but glassy, as if her body was wrecked with fever. “I want to tell you.”

“Good.” I attempted a calming smile, but felt the muscles of my face stiff from concern. “Do ye want to sit down?”

“We can’t talk here.” Claire told me, finally stepping back, away from the comfort of my body – I felt the loss of her warmth as acutely as I would miss a limb. Phantom pain, permanent and excruciating, constructed by the mind to deal with unbearable loss. “This is Geillis place – she is a close friend – and she’ll be arriving shortly from work. I thought she had forgotten her keys when you knocked.”

“Ye can come to my house.” I offered, almost biting my tongue in eagerness. The image of Claire in my home - the tips of her fingers brushing the book spines in the shelf, her lips drinking from one of my glasses - a kiss shared through the marks we’d both leave there – made my heart swell to the point of bursting. “I mean, we can have a conversation there without being disturbed or interrupted.” I babbled, struggling to explain myself over a bout of flushing cheeks.

“Alright.” She nodded in agreement – trusting me implicitly. Naturally. “Let me just feed Adso and grab my coat.” The feline meowed in agreement and rubbed against Claire’s legs, sleek and charming, as if he had been waiting to be acknowledged.

We made our way through the pleasant streets of Edinburgh, headed towards my house, located just a few blocks away. We traded some words, but were mostly immersed in our thoughts – preparing what we would say and do, when we finally could expose ourselves in a safe haven. As we walked, we didn’t touch – not even our arms bumped into each other, in that casual way of shared movement. We were both consciously avoiding to touch, keeping a safe distance, even if acutely aware of each other.

“It isna a big house.” I apologized in a jumbled way as we entered my apartment, collecting unmatched socks and forgotten papers along the way.

“I love it!” Claire smiled in a reassuring way, admiring the big flat screen and black speakers. Her butterscotch eyes covered my pictures and books, the quilt thrown over the back of the sofa, the magazines and pamphlets I had sorted inside a little basket next to the bookcase. “I can tell you live here – it’s warm and alive. It’s a real home.”

I grinned in content – almost purring in satisfaction -, as she took off her coat. She wandered around, touching objects with a respectful hand and clicking her tongue in appreciation of my book collection. Eventually she talked again, her back turned to me.

“Where is your bedroom?” She asked in a rough voice, unhinged – and then, predicting my puzzlement, she added in a low and hesitant tone, as if talking to herself. “I haven’t been sleeping much – I didn’t want to close my eyes and let my mind roam freely. I can barely stand on my feet, to be honest. Besides,” Claire turned and glanced at me, fumbling again with her sleeves. “I think it would be easier to talk if we touched.”

“Aye.” I breathed deeply, walking towards my room. “Whatever ye need.”

I watched as she laid down on my bed, above the plaid that meant home to me – taking off her boots and socks in the process. Her movements were slow and calculated, as if she wished to cause minimal impact with her presence, so that I would carry on with my life after her departure. Claire rolled to her side, curled like an unborn child, safe and peaceful in the womb.

I came around the bed and managed to lay down – silent and precise as a thief in the night -, leaving an empty space between us, as I faced her. She seemed tired beyond her years and utterly broken.

Without a word she slid her hand to the middle of the bed, where I could reach out and touch it – I did so, softly playing with her fingers until she relaxed and our hands were entwined.

“Why are ye here?” I asked, my voice husky. Her face was a duality of shadows and bursts of light, coming from the window to dance on her features. “In Scotland?”

“I had to come.” Claire adjusted her face on the pillow, caressing the nail of my thumb with her fingers, her golden wedding ring cold like a fetch between us. “I couldn’t be in Boston right now – I needed time to think. This is the one place that has been home to me.”

“Are ye still married?” I risked, watching in anguish as she winced in pain. She sighed – but the movements of my hand in hers seemed to calm her enough to go on.

“Separated.” She licked her quivering bottom lip, avoiding my eyes. “It turns out Frank wasn’t the man I thought he was.  He wanted to own me.” Claire pursed her lips in anger. “And when he couldn’t own me, I wasn’t enough. Everyday became a war between us. A long and tiresome war.”

I gulped, taking in the shrapnel of her destruction. With a swift movement of my spare hand, I rolled up the sleeve of her sweater, revealing bruises the colour of mustard and moss, screaming against her marble white skin – marks of resentful fingers, forceful enough to break vessels and spirits. A lonely tear streamed down her cheek.

“He hurt ye!” I hissed furiously between clenched teeth, fighting the urge to maim the husband who had so recklessly broke the vow to protect her – to love her. She needed my restraint and I could offer it to her – not another display of bad temper by a man she had trusted. I hesitantly touched the bruises, wishing to erase them with kisses, to heal them with the adoration I would bestow upon her.

“I hurt him back.” Claire assured me, a look of shame crossing her face – as if I could pay witness to the degradations inflicted by both during their marriage. “He didn’t want me to leave. Frank said he still loves me.”

“Does he?” I asked with gentleness, battling the urge to ask her if she still loved him.

“I don’t know.” The tear track on her face glistened like a dry river, leaving thirst in its wake. “His love didn’t hurt like this, before.”

I wanted to ask her details on her failed marriage – her unhappiness was patent and unbearable – but restrained myself. She must have spent hours replaying the film of her derailed life, echoing words meant to harm – there was no cure to be found in saying them once more. I wished only to placate her pain – to take it all into myself, if I could. I longed to be the bringer of her smiles and not of her tears.

“I called ye.” I suddenly revealed, half embarrassed. “I waited too long – ye were gone by then. Maybe if I did…things would have been different.”

“Perhaps.” Claire agreed, haltingly. “But you were right – I shouldn’t have settled for less.”

I risked to brush her hair – silky and curly, so elementally Claire that took my breath away – and she closed her eyes in enjoyment of the intimate touch.

“What will ye do?” I asked, so afraid of the answer I could die. I wished for nothing more than to have her in my bed, lying so close to me as I memorized her, for the rest of my days. And yet I knew I had no guarantee of intimacy, of another conversation, of another touch – I savoured them all as a gift, for they were precious and not promised.

“I have to go back to Boston.” Claire explained, gripping my hand with strength. “I have a life there – a nursing job, medical school, friends and - .” She stopped, her eyes wide open.

Frank.” I swallowed hard, fighting against myself to offer her an encouraging smile. “Ye are still married to him.”

“Yes.” She closed her eyes, almost sobbing. I brought her hand closer to my mouth and kissed her knuckles.

“I won’t tell ye what to do – that is for ye to decide, mo nighean donn. But I need ye to know something, Claire.” I touched her chin with tenderness, urging her to open her eyes. “Ye alone hold all my heart – even before I knew yer name, ye meant light to me. I’ll wait for ye my whole live – and gladly so, even if it means that I’ll watch ye from afar, happy and fulfilled with another man, worthy of ye.”

“Jamie, I – “ Claire started, but I kissed her hand again and brought her against my chest, where my heart kept pounding, speaking enough to silence her.

“I’d rather ye dinna make promises ye may not wish to keep afterwards, when yer heart is less sore. When – if - ye mean them, I’ll be here.” I pleaded, staring into her eyes – she held my gaze for a while and nodded back. “Rest now, mo nighean donn. Let me watch over ye as ye sleep. Let me see ye safe.”

“I’m always safe with you.” She whispered.

I cherished her and held her hand until she fell asleep – finding new reasons to love her while she dreamt. She felt safe and protected with me – and, for that moment, it was enough.

Even when night came and we were left in complete darkness, I listened to her breathing, absorbing the symphony of the lover I craved. Once in a while I closed my eyes, making sure I could remember her perfectly – opening them again to correct a small detail, to drink another drop of her, afraid I would forget. Tormented I wouldn’t.

In the wee hours of night, I fought against sleep. I felt raw and tender, heart and body aching, calling me irresistibly to slumber.

I must have surrendered at some point. I had the vague recollection of a chaste kiss against my lips – timid, yet burning.

In the morning, she was gone.

baby #3

request: can i have an imagine where your at the hospital giving birth to your like 3rd kid and shawns there with your other kids and it’s just really cute tyty

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“Daddy, when can I hold Hazel?” your 3 year old daughter, Jordan, asked your husband as you sat in the hospital.

“Probably a few more hours, baby,” Shawn said before placing a kiss on her forehead. He looked up and you and smiled before reaching over and squeezing your hand.

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The Kings Envy

Originally posted by richard-madden

Robb x Reader


“What is the point of telling you if you’re not going to listen?” Catelyn sighed when she glanced up to find Robb staring off into the distance. “Perhaps she’s going to run away with him?”

“What?” The voicing of his thoughts suddenly snapped him back to reality and he looked down at his mother.

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Gotta Work Hard - calum hood au part one

Originally posted by calumthecloudofstardust

alright, this one wasn’t requested, i was thinking about this when i started writing the third part of once best friends. that’s called a shameless self promo.  This one is a bit of a long one, so get ready.

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warnings:  swearing, smut, dirty talk, they go for a bit without any money

words: 4932

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Ride With Me (Part 10)

PAIRING: readerxbuckybarnes au

WORD COUNT: 2,6K

WARNINGS: swearing, SMUT (basically oral)  

*As (Y/N) tries to make sense of this new formed relationship with Bucky the last thing she needs is a visit from his ex girlfriend. 

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GIFS NOT MINE 

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Originally posted by begavet

The bight warm light blinded you slightly was the first thing your mind registered as you woke, lying on your front hugging your pillow your ears pricked up at the sound of a low moan. Turning your head you smiled at the sight before you, Bucky was lay on his back. His left arm was thrown above his head. His dark hair was stern across your dark grey pillow; the bed sheets were barley covering his naked hips. The dark trail of hair teased you as to what was being covered. Not like you didn’t get an eye full last night.

“Morning darlin” you felt you heart and core flutter at the sound of his gruff morning voice.  You smiled as you shifted your body towards him, resting your head on your arms as you gazed up at him. Smiling lazily.

“Good Morning”

“Last night was… pretty great” Bucky grinned as his right hand drew patterns on your bare back.

“Which time?” you giggled, when you both came back from the fire escape sleep was the last thing on your minds.

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love you but you’re green

(2/3); part one; nc-17; romance, fluff and smut; post-The Truth; Mulder and Scully engage in a little roleplay that reminds them of simpler times.

A.N.: I didn’t really expect the first part to catch on so I’m almost kind of shy to post this, seeing as ch. 1 was somber and cute and this is just kind of dirty. Oh well, gotta see it through. One more part after this.

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Is this what it would’ve been like, so much earlier? Before the Darkness was Super Dark and was instead Dark Lite? Yes, he tells himself. Even then it would be her making all the moves, because he’d been the coward then just as much as he is now. He would’ve been so afraid, so completely paralyzed by this tiny, frantic storm pulling at his buttons and biting at his tongue and grinding in his lap. He would’ve been so hard it threatened to pierce through his clothing, just like it did now.

“Sc-Scully,” he groans into her mouth. She doesn’t pull away to let him talk so he tries to distract her by palming her breast under her suit jacket. It works. “Are you saying you don’t want to investigate this case with me?”

“God,” she hisses, pushing her chest into his hand and flipping her hair over her shoulder. “I’ll investigate anything with you. Just do that again.”

The words squeeze at his heart because he knows it’s true and is weighed down with gratitude even as he is tortured with guilt. He can do this for her, though. If it makes it better.

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A Court of Hearts and Darkness Chapter Thirteen

It’s been over a century since the epic and bloody war against Hybern, but a new, unprecedented horror lies in wait to threaten everything the Inner Circle holds dear.

At a mere 17, it seems that the only one who can save them is the Heir to the Night Court, Feyre and Rhysand’s daughter Eleana, but as a creature so vile promises to kill everyone she loves, she must combat the urge to succumb to the darkness herself. The key to success lies hidden within her mate, the bastard born Kaden, who is as oblivious to the bond as her Court is oblivious to the war on the horizon.

With the help of her cousin and warrior Felix, the son of the famed Nesta and Cassian, they will try to save everything they hold dear, hopefully before the darkness takes them all.

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Chapter One   Chapter Two   Chapter Three    Chapter Four    Chapter Five
Chapter Six    Chapter Seven    Chapter Eight   Chapter Nine    Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven   Chapter Twelve 

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-Chapter Thirteen- 

 

“I’m telling you, Mor! This isn’t going to work. Nothing is. I am doomed to my own damned existence and this is my fate.” Eleana sighed dramatically and threw herself onto Felix’s couch.

It had been moved, just like all the other furniture in the room, against the wall so there was a clear space in the room where they could move around. Currently it was only Mor and Eleana occupying Felix’s home, and they were hoping that they could at least show Felix some amount of progress before he came home from retrieving Quathryn from Velaris.

What they were doing was the worst kind of training. Eleana could handle flying and fighting and magic and whatever else was thrown at her, but there was one thing she had never successfully done. And that was dance.

Mor was trying, to no true avail, to teach Eleana traditional Illyrian dances that she would likely need to know when she went to Kaden’s cousin’s wedding.

“Maybe if you try with your father again…”

“I did yesterday. It didn’t end well.”

The High Lord had been good about it. It wasn’t the first time he had tried to teach her to dance like an Illyrian, and it also wasn’t the first time it had ended with a broken bone.

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I desperately needed to comment on everything Bughead in 1x08, our precious ship is just too much to handle.

OMG BUGHEAD’s LOOKS (and Archie’s lol) when Veronica said Betty’s boyfriend!!! Also why did they cut when Bughead had his leg crossed over Betty’s? Or…. was that just Cole x Lili in between takes?

So… aaalll of the other dudes are covered up at the land but Cole? They really are Pimping Him™ and I am not complaining.

Aaahhhhhh poor Jughead trying to cover up for the Serpents, this is actually breaking my heart. AND he chose to go to Polly’s baby shower instead of Archie’s bar stupid bar (for other reasons but STILL)

JUGGIE STOP BEING THE CUTEST BOYFRIEND IN THE WORLD FUUUUUCK, helping out with the shower and them sarcastically joking is what I’m here for! Also, Jugheads face when Alice walked in; he knows exactly how much that meant for Betty & Polly ❤

ARCHIE!!!! THE FUCK DUDE. And whaaaat, Betty, no, hear Jughead out!! OK OMG JUGHEAD STAYED AND WAITED FOR BETTY. Juggy, so vulnerable and scared to tell her the truth and then YASS BETTY YAAAASSS standing by your man no matter what!!!! thank god!!!!! And I see you Cole/Jughead 👀 touching that shoulder again.

Ooooouuh look at Betty Cooper getting introduced to her father-in-law! “Dad- Betty Cooper” not for the best reason tho I guess…….

“I BELIEVE YOU JUGHEAD”, do you hear me cryyyiiiing!! THAT KISS I AM SO ALIVE WHAT THE FUYYYYCKKKK ITS PERFECT (and had to be reshot plenty of times with those angles, just saying)

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We’ll collect the moments one by one

[A/N: A few small moments between Marcus and Abby during their 9 day stay in Polis. Not smutty, because there are far, far better writers out there for that. But I just couldn’t help but think about/write about their slow slide into easy intimacy and contentment we saw in 4x2. Title from Feist’s “Mushaboom”]

He watches Bellamy and Clarke walk through the Polis gates, waits until they disappear around the corner and he can no longer see them before he turns around and walks back to the central tower. He feels tired and drawn out, exhausted in a way that makes him feel like he’s sinking slowly into the ground.

It’s a gray day, the sun hidden behind the clouds like it’s ashamed of what it might see. The road is cleaner, at least, than it had been the day before. Still, you don’t have to look too closely at patches here and there to see the telltale spots where blood had gathered and pooled. He tears his gaze away from the spots in the lanes where half destroyed crosses are still raised and meets Abby’s eyes at the far end of the lane.

She looks beautiful, even in the middle of burned out city, even at the start of a new apocalypse. Her hair falls in waves past her shoulder, somehow shimmering in the gloom of the day. He wants to run his hands through it.

He shakes his head at the thought, though doesn’t dismiss it completely; just stores it away for a later, more private moment. Instead, he forces himself to focus on the task at hand. He sighs and walks towards her, his mind heavy with thoughts of catastrophe, his footsteps slow and tired.

“Abby - .” He begins, then stops when she grabs his hand and threads their fingers together. Suddenly, he can’t recall anything - all he can think is how soft her skin is, how surprised he is at the feel of their intertwined hands. Not at the action itself, though it’s new and unpracticed, but at the easiness of it. The effortless way their hands fit together.

“C’mon, let’s go inside.” 

He nods and squeezes her hand before they start walking in towards the tower. As they step into the dimness of the elevator, he has a sudden thought and turns to her.

“Where’s your room?”

She gives him a long look before she shakes her head, her words a statement that prop up a question in her eyes.

“I didn’t ask for one.”

His breath catches as it settles on him just exactly what she means and what she’s asking. He suddenly feels wide awake and aware, the low simmering longing in his veins suddenly lit at the ends with sparks of white hot want. He turns towards her and reaches a hand up to cup her cheek, his fingers dancing lightly across her skin. Her eyes are wide and bright, twin pools of desire he knows are reflected back in his own. He nods, his breath stuttering with want, his skin alight with heat.

“I’m glad,” he murmurs, before he dips his head and captures her lips with his.

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pillow talk, #3: lower standars

Being in a relationship it’s not only constant and good sex, it’s meaning in the sack and late night conversations of the weird kind. Hyde blinked a couple of times after realizing, with an arched eyebrow, this new level he had reached with his chick today.

“Wait, wait, wait… your feets are cold… Jackie!”

Her giggle filled the room, Hyde rolled his eyes and cuddle her to his chest as she moved her feet from between his legs. They were damn cold, alright.

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Assist Me (Part 5)

Summary: With little to no experience and no approval, you are secretly trained to be an Avenger.

Word Count: 1757

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: angst, cliffhanger

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6 Part 7

Originally posted by caps-bucky

“You what?”

“I did,” Bucky rolled his eyes back in content. The memory of last night was fresh in his mind, and he wish he could relive the moment a million more times.

“I knew she liked you. It was so obvious,” Sam sneered.

“How?” Bucky was ecstatic to hear what Sam had to say. Although Sam proposed that you had liked him all this time, he still wanted to know what made him think so.

Sam stood up, grabbing a water bottle from the top his dresser. “She tried to act like she was uninterested whenever you were around. When you spoke, she had this small shy smile that she only got with you. I can’t read people that well but to me she was an open book. Definitely wears her heart on her sleeve.”

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X-Files Fic: D’un Nouvel Oeil, Chapter Two

Chapter One is here.




“Is he handsome?” Maggie Scully asks, not looking up from the rolled-out dough she’s carefully fitting into a pie tin.  It would be an innocent enough question, Scully thinks, if her mother hadn’t asked it twice already.

Yes, Maman,” she sighs, exasperated, as she flutes the edges on an already-completed pie.  "Very tall, very dashing, very handsome, and if you don’t mind my saying, you are very obvious.“

"I’m only asking, Dana!” Maggie protests, but her smile gives her away.  "You work too hard, Darling.  You should enjoy yourself from time to time.  Have a little fun.“

"A little fun,” Scully says, eyebrow cocked.  "With a German officer.“

"He can’t help being German, and you said he’s not here voluntarily, didn’t you?”  Scully nods.  "And he came to your rescue, when the man threatening you was one of his own.  That shows bravery.“

"I didn’t need rescuing,” Scully grumbles.  "I was seconds away from dealing with the situation on my own.“

"Yes, I know that, Dana, but did he?”  Her mother sets aside the filled pie tin and reaches for another.  "In a situation like that, most men are going to assume that most women need their help.  How was he to know that you’re not most women?“  She kisses her daughter on the cheek and breaks off a chunk of dough from the massive hunk they’d spent the morning preparing.  "Now, remind me again.  Cherry is for… Allied soldiers?”  Scully nods.

“Cherry for soldiers, apple for Jews, and anything else… for everybody else.”

“Very poetic,” Maggie laughs.

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Below Her Mouth

Year: 2016

Length: 1h 34min

Genre: Drama

Director: April Mullen

Starring: Erika Linder, Natalie Krill, Sebastian Pigott, Mayko Nguyen, Tommie-Amber Pirie, Melanie Leishman, Andrea Stefancikova


Story: Dallas (Erika Linder), a womanising butch lesbian, who just broke up with her girlfriend, meets Jasmine (Natalie Krill) at a bar. Intrigued by the engaged woman, Dallas seduces her and they spent a weekend together. Their affair finds a sudden end when Jasmine’s fiancé Rile (Sebastian Pigott) returns home from a weekend away.

Disclaimer: I watched the movie together with three friends at the premiere in Austria in a cinema full of lesbian and bi women, which was a very fun experience and might have influenced how I perceived the movie.

Pros:

  • All-female crew: Director April Mullen shot the movie with an all-female crew. This alone should be reason enough to watch it.
  • Sex scenes: The film shows many sex scenes, most of them very well shot. What I think is a problem with many films with a sapphic love story is that they either can’t include much apart from a few kisses because of the rating or the sex scenes are overly stylised. For all its flaws, Below Her Mouth manages to avoid that. Also, many of the scenes include a strap-on.
  • (Unintentional) Humour: Much has been said about the script and the (presumably) wooden dialogue. The movie is a small indie production which doesn’t have the money to hire script doctors and “improve” the script until nothing is left of the first draft. Instead, it shows that Stephanie Fabrizi, who wrote the script, put work into it. The movie is just a lot of fun to watch and you can forgive lines like, “That’s my favourite tree”. It doesn’t take itself too seriously.
  • Dallas: This is more of an observation than an actual positive thing about the movie, but the three friends I watched the movie with agreed that Dallas is attractive and very hot; so, if you don’t watch the movie for anything else, at least watch it for Dallas.

Cons:

  • Cheating: It’s established in the beginning that Rile isn’t the nicest boyfriend, but this is no excuse for Jasmine to cheat on him. Jasmine and Dallas’ whole affair has an air of “they shouldn’t be doing that”. Sometimes, the movie is similar to Imagine Me & You, with the slight difference that Jasmine in “only” engaged.
  • Ending: At the beginning of the movie, the audience gets the feeling that Dallas is only interested in Jasmine because she can’t have her, so when they get together in the end, it’s important to ask the question if their relationship can last. Another factor to consider is that Dallas tends to break up with women quickly, but she seems changed in the end, so I’m rooting for them.

Homophobia: 0/10 – There is no homophobia in the movie.

Violence: 0/10 – There is no violence against characters because of their sexual orientation.

Ending: The movie has a happy ending, Dallas and Jasmine get (and stay) together.

Sexual orientation: Dallas is the kind of lesbian who “always knew” she was exclusively attracted to women. Jasmine’s sexuality is left open to interpretation. She can be read as both bi and lesbian. She is engaged to a man and she has never had a girlfriend or just sex with a woman. She also tells Dallas that she once had a “thing” with a girl, but when her mother found them kissing, she made sure they didn’t see each other again. So Jasmine could be bi, but she can also be read as a lesbian who supressed her feelings for women out of guilt. In the end, she is much happier with Dallas than she was with Rile.

Note: I really enjoyed the movie and I tried to be as objective as possible, but if you get a chance to see it at the cinema, please go. You won’t regret it.

tsunderimashincarrot  asked:

Can i request a Xiumin/Baekhyun [whoever you choose] fight with their bestfriend because she kept saying that their gf is cheating[which is true] then they go away and----you know what's next. HAPPY END pleaseee

It had been an accident.

You had never really approved of Minseok’s newest girlfriend, even if she did seem quite nice. There was just something about her that ticked you off, and you hadn’t known what it was. But because you loved Minseok and you loved seeing him happy, you had watched him introduce her to you with the biggest, brightest smile, one that tore at your heart.

Because you could never make him smile like that.

But that was fine. You were used to it. Being his best friend, you were used to him getting girlfriends and falling in love. You were used to picking up the pieces because that’s what best friends do. Sure, the times when he’d end up crying into your arms about some girl that broke his heart had you crying yourself to sleep and wishing for something that could never be, but you were fine with that. You had never been a greedy person. You were fine with the relationship you and Minseok had, even if he had broken your heart so many times before. You were good at acting. Good at keeping your feelings locked up inside.

But now, you can’t hide the shock in your face, the disgust in your eyes. All you could do was stare in horror as you watch Daeun, the supposed nice and sweet girl who calls herself Minseok’s girlfriend, is kissing another man you don’t know like her life depends on it.

It takes a while for both of them to notice you standing there, but when they do, they jump apart immediately, guilt clouding both their faces.

Daeun looks you in the eye, pleading. “Y/N,” she says, on the verge of tears. “Please…please don’t tell Minseok.”

You just stare at her in shock. Does she seriously think that you, Minseok’s childhood friend, would keep something as big as this a secret from him?

“You’ve got to be kidding,” you say, disgust crawling into your voice. “Why the hell wouldn’t I tell my best friend that his girlfriend is cheating on him?”

“I’m not!” she protests, her voice getting higher with shame. “I’m not cheating on him!”

You laugh, gesturing to both their disheveled clothes, messy hair, and swollen lips. “What do you call this, then?”

Daeun goes red with shame and anger, her fists clenching. “It’s your word over mine, Y/N,” she says hatefully, all traces of that sweet girl Minseok had introduced to you gone. “I’m Minseok’s girlfriend.”

“And I’m his best friend,” you retort. “I have been for years. You’ve only known him for a few months, and he trusts me more than anyone.”

She laughs, the sound suddenly fueling your anger. “We’ll see about that, she taunts.

You grit your teeth and turn around, not wanting to deal with this bitch of a cheater that Minseok chose to be his girlfriend anymore.

Of course Minseok would believe you - he had to. Why wouldn’t he?


“Minseok, I have to tell you something.”

Minseok nods, his eyes fixed on his phone. You sigh - he’s probably texting Daeun. Half of you doesn’t want to break his heart, but you have no choice. This is for his own good.

“What is it?” he asks, not looking up at you. That annoys you - can’t he stop texting his cheating girlfriend for just one minute to listen to what you have to say?

“At least look at me when you talk to me,” you whine. “This is really important.”

He nods dismissively, his uninterested face making your heart ache with pain. Yes, you’ve accepted that he puts Daeun over you, but it still hurts. “Just say it,” he says.

“Minseok,” you sigh.

“I’m talking to Daeun, Y/N,” he says slowly, as if he’s talking to a child. “So I’m kinda busy. Just say it - ”

“She’s cheating on you,” you interrupt, his tone irritating you.

There’s a brief silence.

And then laughter.

“Minseok, what - ?”

“Daeun said you would say that,” he says, chuckling. “I’m just suprised she was right.”

Your brows furrow, not liking the way he’s taking the whole thing. “What are you talking about? Break up with her, Minseok, she’s a complete bi - ”

“What, so you and I can fall in love and live happily ever after together?” he asks scathingly, anger clear in his eyes.

You freeze - not once has Minseok ever used that tone with you in all your years as his best friend. It hurt you - how had he known about your feelings? Had he known all this time?

“Minseok, what - ”

He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, Y/N, I know that you’re madly in love with me. Daeun told me. She said that you’d say she cheated on me so we would break up,” he looks you in the eye then, disapproval and anger in his face. “I can’t believe you, Y/N. How can you do that?”

Your eyes fill with tears as he looks at you with a glare that you never want to see ever again.

“Why would you say that?” you ask, your voice weak and pitiful. Years and years of pining after your best friend has left your heart a mess, and now, a few words from Minseok have completely destroyed it. “I’ve known you for years, Minseok, why would you trust her over me?”

He sighs, looking away from you. “Because she’s right. You are in love with me, I just never noticed because you’ve always acted like that around me and I thought it was normal for you.”

“Minseok, I - ”

“Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t love me, Y/N,” he says.

You look him in the eye, but when you open your mouth, no words come out. Your mouth is dry. You’re a good actor, yes, but this is the one thing you can’t lie about - your feelings for Minseok.

“See?” he says, when you’ve stayed quiet for long enough. “She was right. I didn’t want to believe it, but she was right.”

“But she did cheat on you!” you protest. “I saw her!”

“With who?”

“What?”

Minseok sighs. “Who did she cheat on me with, then?”

You freeze once again. You hadn’t known the man she had been kissing so intensely. It had been the first time you had ever seen him.

“I-I don’t know,” you mumble.

“You’re a bad liar, Y/N,” he says. “Next time you want to try to sabotage my relationship for the sake of your own feelings, at least try to be convincing.”

You’re crying all of a sudden. The tears start to pour, but you rub at your eyes furiously. You can’t let Minseok see you weak and heartbroken.

“You’re so selfish,” Minseok says disapprovingly. “You’re supposed to be happy for me, not ruin my happiness. I really like Daeun, Y/N, I can’t believe you!”

Selfish. You hate that word.

“Selfish?!” you all but screech. “After all those years I spent with you, never confessing because I thought we would never be the same again - you’re calling me selfish!?”

“Y/N, I - ”

Pure anger suddenly fills you. You can’t believe that Minseok has just called you selfish.

“You’re telling me that after all these years I’ve been picking up the pieces of your past relationships, I’m selfish? Even if my own heart was breaking because you never saw me as anything more than a best friend?” you yell, memories of crying yourself to sleep coming back to you.

“You’re trying to sabotage my relationship, how is that not being selfish?!” Minseok yells back. He steps towards you, anger in his eyes. But you’re angrier. More heartbroken. “I thought we were friends, Y/N!”

You glare at him, shoving him back hard enough for him to fall. “I thought so too,” you spit angrily. “But I don’t want to be friends with an idiot that puts his cheating girlfriend over someone who’s been with him all this time.”

He’s quiet, looking up at you. You see regret in his eyes, as if he’s reconsidering his decision of trusting Daeun instead of you. But it’s too late - he’s hurt you. He’s hurt you so bad that you don’t know if you can recover.

“When you find out the truth, don’t you even think about running back to me. Don’t you dare.”

And with that, you turn and run, your already wounded heart completely shattered into pieces.

I’m so sorry for not posting in literally forever, guys! I’ve been so busy lately because college has been so hectic and I don’t have a lot of free time anymore :( To make up for the hiatus, I’ll try to do a few more requests tonight! I might post them tonight or tomorrow ^^ They might be a little rushed but as usual, if youre not satisfied with them, just tell me and I’ll change them! Sorry again guys, thanks for being patient!

(I hope you liked this scenario, btw! There’s going to be a second part to this!)

-Admin Nyx