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Water Under the Bridge: A Nessian Smut Fic

For @blogtealdeal, who loves Nessian wing sin and who has blessed this fandom with Moriel fanart I never thought we would get to see. You are an absolute *blessing* Nicole. Thank you for all of the amazing work that you do. I wish there was more I could do to say thanks because that Moriel fanart killed my heart and brought it back to life again. <3

Title comes from the Adele song. It doesn’t totally fit lyrically for this fic, but it’s all I listened to while I wrote it and I don’t really do music while writing, so… yeah.

Summary: Nesta discovers in a fit of rage that Feyre isn’t the only one who can summon Illyrian wings at will. After a particularly long day of flying leaves her body aching, Cassian is there to sooth the pain in ways Nesta has never experienced before. Featuring Illyrian!Nesta and much wing sin. NSFW.

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Water Under the Bridge

The first time Nesta discovers she has wings - she’s screaming at Cassian.

Not just a faint whine of annoyance. Not a simple shout over some shallow disagreement. Not torn up words spat inches from his face.

But top of her lungs, blue in the face, going to kick his ass into the new year screaming.

The argument was stupid, as usual. And when it’s over, she can’t even quite remember what horrible thing it was about. The war had ended. Cassian had fought what little he could. Nesta had left to do her part. Maybe there were bitter words exchanged over still bleeding wounds. Maybe not.

All Nesta knows is that one moment she is so absolutely enraged at the jab Cassian let slip (that she knows he did not truly mean) and the next, her back feels the way her lungs do drowning at the bottom of the ocean, swimming up, up, up in a desperate search for air until finally that bubble of water bursts, and the muscles of her back split open in agonizing pain and -

She has wings.

Great, glorious membranous wings that stretch wide around her and seem to absorb all that wasted energy she spent and threaten Cassian for her.

Cassian - whose jaw had promptly hit the floor at the sight of those wings as they unfurled and cast red and gold shadows about the ground in the sunlight.

Nesta had stood back smugly that day at the way Cassian stared at her. She didn’t even fight him or pretend to stay angry when he stepped close, slid his hands around her waist and up along her back to the base of the wings as if to touch them, and she saw the sparkling in his eyes like diamonds as he whispered, awestruck, in her ear, “Nesta.”

That had set her grinning ear to ear.

It takes weeks for Nesta to figure out how to summon the wings at will. Whatever magic the Cauldron gave her over them, it’s not easy to figure out. And once she has mastered bringing the wings out at will, they’re weak and untrained. The muscles are loose and imbalanced, unable to support the size of her wingspan and Cauldron is her wingspan massive.

(Cassian eyes it for weeks trying not to compare.)

At first, Cassian insists she refrain from flying. She has to do stretching exercises to build up her strength, but Nesta grows restless rather quickly. Another shouting match between them - You may literally die if you attempt to jump off that cliff Nesta Archeron - has her threatening to have Feyre train her, or Mother help him, Rhys. And so finally, Cassian relents.

And then… Nesta is flying. Soaring high into the sky over Velaris.

She can only handle a few minutes at a time, but fuck if it doesn’t feel glorious. The world is stretched out below her and she feels like she could control it all from where she swoops and bellows above it. Every time she lands, every time the muscles scream with pain and tiredness, she hates it and forces Cass to help her keep training, keep going because damn it - she is going to master this.

It only takes one time - that first time in the air and Nesta doesn’t know how she can live again if the Cauldron hadn’t given her this gift. Maybe this was the Cauldron’s way of making up for the other awful things it did to her. She doesn’t quite mind.

Minutes eventually stretch into longer episodes. An hour. Then a few. Until she can fly just as long as Cassian. He wouldn’t be surprised if she could go longer than him.

But it’s a struggle getting there. Her wings are so large and her body has become one hell of a beast to support up in the air. And all Nesta wants to do for months on end is fly. So naturally, Cassian finds himself on the receiving end of many an endless, salty landing with Nesta.

“Again,” she snaps at him.

“Nesta,” and it’s a warning.

Nesta swivels on her feet and those wings flex behind her, Nesta’s own brand of warning. “I said, again.”

Cassian crosses his arms with a wide berth at his legs and tosses one of those taunting little smiles she both loathes and adores. “You didn’t say please.”

But Nesta doesn’t back down. Not by a long shot. She doesn’t even stand still. She takes two great strides bridging the distance between them and leans right up into his face as far as she can on the tips of her toes, her leathers groaning around her body as she reaches. “You didn’t earn it, sweetheart,” she snarls. “I want to go again.”

He knows she’ll kill him if he lets out the chuckle he has locked inside his chest. So instead, he gently grips her shoulders and leans down until their foreheads are almost touching.

And thank the Mother she doesn’t pull away from that touch.

“Nesta,” he says. “You just flew for an hour straight. That’s farther than you’ve ever come before and Cauldron, I’m proud. But you need to rest. I’m not joking when I say you could kill yourself if you go too far.” His hands slide slowly, sweetly from her shoulders to her neck until he cups her face, but Nesta feels so tight - so tense in that hold. His little spitfire in all that raging spirit always. It makes him feel light as air. “I’d really prefer it if you didn’t die, hmm?”

Nesta’s eyes soften for just a moment, her shoulders slumping. She dances up on the tips of her toes again and Cassian thinks she might lean into him finally, maybe even kiss him the way she sometimes does after she’s been flying for the day and the wind has left her breathless and she takes Cassian home to discover entirely new ways of feeling the rush flying creates in them both…

But just when her lips graze his own, Nesta teases out, “I said again, Commander,” and Cassian curses, “So we go again.” And Nesta can tell by how close they’re standing that Cassian’s other Illyrian skills are kicking into overdrive.

He takes a great breath, adjusting his stance and likely certain other parts beneath his pants, but releases his hold on her. “Alright, Ness. We go again.”

They do. And with the wind in her hair and the sun on her skin, it is heaven.

Cassian insists they limit themselves to ten more minutes only.

So naturally, Nesta flies for twenty.

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You look perfect (Reggie x reader)

Originally posted by sensualkisses


A/N: So I hope you all know Perfect by Eed Sheeran because this one is based in that song, which by the way has me obsessed!

And also as you can see this one is from Reggie’s point of view.

Enjoy it!

(Y/N) and me have been friends since we were born. Our parents have always been really close, which made that she and me were really close too, we didn’t have other option though.

We spent summers together, she helped me to get better grades since I can remember and I always defended her when someone hurt her, even though she never wanted my help because she said she could defend herself.

I remember how our parents were always joking about how some day we would end up together because we were inseparable no matter how older we got.

We both denied that and we told them to shut up and leave us alone, something pretty normal with middle school kids.

But we weren’t in middle school anymore. We were in senior year, we didn’t know where we would be next year and I didn’t like the idea of being far from (Y/N) after spending eighteen years by her side.

And it wasn’t just that, a couple of years ago I found out that maybe our parents weren’t so wrong. I would love to be with (Y/N) like more than just friends, but I guess that I never got the courage to tell her. When it came to her I couldn’t hide behind that façade of brave and fearless boy that I used for everyone else.

The formal dance was getting closer and I knew that (Y/N) didn’t have a partner yet, so I was going to do it, I would ask her to come with me.

That morning when I saw her coming in my direction my heart skipped a beat, she was wearing a big smile on her face, a smile she was giving to me.

“Hey Reg” she greeted standing in front of me.

“Hey (Y/N), you look extremely happy today” I said closing my locker “Did something happened to put you in that mood?

“Not exactly, but I hope it happens” she giggled.

“Oh, can I ask what is it?”

“Actually… I’m the one who wants to ask, you don’t have a partner for the dance yet, right?” I freeze in my spot, I didn’t know where this was going, but if I didn’t answer I would never find out, so I just shook my head no “Great!” she exclaimed with her smile still on her face, even bigger if that was possible “not great that you don’t have someone to go with to the dance, but great because…” she stopped for a second to laugh at herself and how she was beating around the bush and as usual she made me laugh too “I wanted to ask you if you’d like to come with me to the dance” she finally said. I was paralyzed again because of her words; it was the last thing I thought I would hear. I thought she wanted to ask me if I could go with one of her friends or who knows what, but not this. “It’s ok if you don’t want to, I would understand. It’s just… I’d like to go with you”

“No no, I mean yes. Not that I don’t want to go with you” I stopped for a second to get myself together before I speak again “What I want to say is that I would love to go with you to the dance”

“Fantastic!” she smiled again “I’ll see you later Reginald” she added leaving as the bell rang.

I looked at her until she disappear into the crowd, I couldn’t believe what had just happened and at the same time I was surprised by her, she always managed to amaze me more and more every day. I don’t think any girl at this high school would have think of ask the guy to a dance, but she just did it.


After a couple of weeks the day came, I told (Y/N) I would pick her up, so there I was, so nervous I couldn’t even knock on the door. I could hear voices inside, the sound of the TV on and steps near the door.

I finally knocked and waited until her father opened the door and when he saw me he smiled widely and invited me in.

“(Y/N)! Reggie is here!” she said from the bottom of the stairs.

“Hello Reggie! We’ll be there in five minutes!” her mother said from somewhere in the second floor.

“Hello (Y/M/N)!”

“I guess you already know that five minutes mean ten minutes at least” joked her father guiding me to the living room where he was watching a football game.

We sat there to watch the game and talk about football in general, when I was little my father, (Y/N)’s father and me used to play our own games every time we could and of course (Y/N) would end up joining us.

I heard footsteps running down the stairs and when I turned around I saw (Y/N)’s mother at the bottom of the stairs, she made us a signal for us to join her while she got a camera from the table in the hall.

We waited until (Y/N) showed up upstairs and I wasn’t capable of process what my eyes were seeing,  I always see her beautiful whatever she is wearing, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen her this beautiful, so I had to make an effort and hide how amazed I was by her beauty.

“Mom!” she exclaimed putting her hand in front of her face when she saw her with the camera “stop!” she laughed coming down the stairs as fast as she could.

“I know this isn’t prom, but you’re not leaving this house before I take some photos” she said grabbing my arm and moving me in (Y/N)’s direction. She stayed in the second stair and put her arms around my neck, leaning her chin on my shoulder.

We made different poses, funny poses all the time until (Y/N) put her hand in front of the camera and took my hand with the other to lead me to the door.

“Be careful!” her mother shouted from the door while we were going to my car laughing.

“You look more beautiful than I expected” I said opening the co-pilot door for her.

“Thank you Mantle, you don’t look bad yourself” she answered giving me a smile and getting in the car.


The dance were like any other one this high school had done before with the difference that this time I had a great time with my partner. We dance every song that they played like if anyone was watching, we were experts dancing thanks to all the times we danced in (Y/N)’s living room when I stayed the night.

When they played slow songs we just danced like the rest of students and we talked about whatever came to our minds. She had her arms around my neck and I had my hands on her waist.

At the end of the night Cheryl announced she was throwing an after party at her house and everyone was invited, which included us.

“You can go if you want” (Y/N) said when I came back from telling my friends that I wouldn’t go to the party ”you just have to leave me at home first because I can’t walk anymore with this shoes” (Y/N) wasn’t the biggest fan of parties, which didn’t mean she wasn’t the life of the party when she attended one, and that’s why she told me that she wouldn’t go, but that I didn’t have to stop going for her, what she didn’t know was that I had other plans in mind for us.

“I was thinking that maybe we could go to my house, it’s still early and I’m sure our parents are still out there having fun”

“I like the proposal” she said intertwining her arm with mine and leading us to the exit.

On the way to my home it started to rain, something pretty normal in Riverdale, it would probably just last a couple of minutes, but we had to go from my car to the front door, which meant we had to get wet.

“Are you ready?” she asked with one hand ready to open the door and her shoes on the other.

“I was born ready” I answered opening my door and running to my house.

I could hear (Y/N) laughing behind me and when we finally refuged form the rain we looked at each other, we were soaking from head to toe, but that only made us laugh even more.

We went into the house and when I was about to go to get some towels to dry us she stopped me.

“Let’s go to the garden, it’s not raining that much and the grass will be wet” she said it with her eyes full of illusion and it remind me of when we were little and we found some abandoned dog, she would take him with her and she would start to talk about how great his life would be since that moment. That was another reason why it was impossible not to love her, how easy she gets excited by little things.

I followed her to the garden and I was about to turn on the lights, but again she stopped me and told me the moonlight was enough to see what we have around us.

So we finally stepped out the door and we sat on the floor while we wait for the rain to stop and when it happened (Y/N) stood on her feet and went to the grass, barefoot. She would probably regret this the next day when she gets sick, but right now she was the happiest person alive.

“Are you coming or what Reg?” she asked turning in my direction.

I stood on my feet, but before I went to her I got into the house and put some music, not too loud so it wouldn’t disturb the calm before the storm but loud enough for us to hear it.

“Would you dance with me mademoisselle?” I asked doing a reverence.

“Of course” she answered doing the same.

I put one hand on her waist, she put one on my shoulder and we put the other ones together in the air.

We dance without saying anything, just listening to the music. I made her spin a couple of times, but I never let go of her hand and I always brought her back to me. I noticed she was looking to the ground, avoiding eye contact.

“Did you suddenly turn into a shy person?” I joked.

“Never” she said finally looking at me “but I must look terrible” she added laughing to play down. This time I didn’t laugh at that and it made her get nervous “Reg? Are you still here?” she blushed a little because the lack of response from me.

“You look perfect” I whispered so weakly that it made me think I had thought about it instead of saying it out loud.

We had stopped dancing and I hadn’t even realized it, she kept looking at me directly in the eye, with a serious expression in her face.

She let go of my hand and I thought that she wanted to get away from me, but what she did was to put both of her hands on my cheeks and stand on her tip toes so she could put her lips on mine.

I was shook at first, but I kissed her back, putting my arms around her waist to keep her close to me.

My heart was beating so fast I was concern it would leave my chest at any second.

“I don’t know why I waited so long to do this” she said biting her lip when we stopped kissing.

She kept her hands on my cheeks, caressing my skin.

“I guess our parents weren’t so wrong” I laughed.

“Not at all” she answered looking at me in the eye and then looking my lips.

I moved away her wet hair from her face and I kissed her again, like I had always wanted to do.

Drama Queen

Shawn Mendes 
Words; 460 
Part of the noun game thing with the worlds ‘car sick’ and ‘tour’ 
Note; Here’s a bit of fluff for ya  😊

Originally posted by mxndesstrong

“You’re looking a bit green,” My little comment earned me a glare from Alex, but she looked so cute it just made me laugh. I jumped onto the couch next to her, wrapping my arm around her shoulder. Her head instantly fell onto my shoulder as she went back to reading the book in her hands, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” She mumbled. I already knew my question was a dead end. If she was feeling sick – which clearly she was because her skin was all pale and she was sat in the backroom of the bus while everyone was playing Xbox up front and she normally loved to challenge Geoff and Brian – she wasn’t going to tell anyone. She had the tendency to bottle things like this inside of her, not wanting to feel like a burden to other people, which in turn made me feel more shit because she shouldn’t have to suffer in silence.

“Why won’t you tell me?” I pouted and poked her cheek, admittedly a bit childish, but it made her giggle which is all that mattered.

“Because nothing is wrong,” she leaned up and pressed a small peck to my outstretched lip. Raising an eyebrow in her direction, I found it hard to believe that ‘nothing’ was making her look that ill, “I’m just a bit travel sick. I’ll be fine when we get to the hotel.”

We weren’t arriving at the hotel for another two days, but I didn’t need to state what we both already knew. Alex went back to her book, and I tried to let her be, but just the thought of her being even the slightest bit uncomfortable made me uneasy.

Standing up suddenly, she nearly fell over from the absence of my body, “I’m going to ask Andrew if we can stop at the next gas station or drug store or something.”

“Shawn, I’m fine, really.”

But I was out the door before she could stop me. After a very lengthy conversation with Andrew, I finally convinced him to let us stop. When I walked back to the room, Alex was stood in the middle, probably about to storm out and find me.

“You didn’t need to do that.” Her words were muffled against my shoulder as I hugged my arms around her waist, ducking down to press sweet little kisses against her warm neck. Her arms looped round my neck, standing on her tip-toes so there was less strain on my half.

“I know,” My eyes fell shut as she played with the hair at the nip of my neck, the soothing feeling spreading through my entire body, “but I love you too much to see you uncomfortable.”

“You’re such a drama queen,” She giggled, breath tickling my neck making me smile, “But I love you too.”

After all this time, Always (Newt x reader)

Originally posted by savemefromthisaddiction

Link to the end

Summary: You always dreamt everything would be alright, you wanted to be happy and you wanted Newt to be happy. But, once again, you’re in the shadow. And this time, you can’t take it anymore.

Words count: 3949

Warning: Sadness and regrets

A/N: Hi! I’m sorry for not posting for a long time, I’m still writing but with school, I just don’t find the time with my studies (I’m the equivalent of a sophomore). But I’m on holidays so I’ll try my best to post stories. Well, I hope you all have a good day! And requests are open by the way!

And just before you start reading:

  1. -Y/S/N: your shop’s name
  2. -The italic stands for the place the reader is reminiscing the past

   You were rummaging through the pile of stuff in front of you, picking up what belonged to you. You were feeling so sad right now. You wished to be angry, to hate her, hate him. But you couldn’t: the only one you were able to blame was you. Because, after all this time, you thought for a brief moment that he would return your feelings.

   After all, you knew him since your childhood: your parents were in good terms with his and you quickly became friend with him. You were always the first one he would talk about his discoveries and you were the first one he told about his dream.

   At this time, you were still toddlers and all you could think -or much all you wanted to think- about was to dream of what you will be when you are older. You absolutely loved to hear him explain his dream to you: he would take care of beasts, just like he took care of his own Puffskein or his mother’s hippogriffs. He would make the world realise their importance and he would make everyone stop treating the poor animals badly. And you trusted him: if someone could do it, it was him! He was always so kind and so patient… Yes, he could do it.

   At the end of this speech, you always asked in a tiny voice « And, will I have the permission to travel with you? Because it would be so lonely without you… » To this, he would perpetually answer with a smile going all the way up to his eyes « Of course, you’ll come with me! You’ll help me and I will teach you about them and you will take care of them with me! »

   All of this started when you were so young… You never expected it to end in this way. And not now. But, to state the truth, you never expected it to end at all.

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My Little Princess - Captain Swan One Shot

Post 6x22.

Suitable for all

I apologise if there are any mistakes in this. I got the urge to write a Captain Swan one shot last night and this is what happened. 

Also available on: A03 and

It was a normal Friday evening in Storybrooke. The birds were chirping and singing, the sun was just setting and in terms of crime, it had been a relatively quiet day. Apart from Grumpy putting up a fuss outside of Granny’s earlier in the morning, there had been nothing else to report in the small, quaint town.

Emma was lying in bed, with a book rested upon her swollen stomach. Ever since she’d found out she was expecting, David had all but banished her to the walls of the sheriff’s station, or now, her home. And as she was edging ever closer to her due date, she was becoming even more frustrated and bored at the lack of things she could now do.

It was at this moment when the baby growing inside her decided to give her quite a big reminder that it was still there with a kick to her ribs. Emma winced, moved the book out of the way and pulled up her shirt.

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molded-from-clay  asked:

Drabble about Holly Blue? *flutters eyes* ilu



“I do hope that you will behave for Yellow Agate.”

Two-dozen Amethysts blink at Holly Blue. After a moment’s silence, they break formation to look at each other, to whisper and shrug because not one of them has any idea what she’s talking about. Holly clears her throat–twice–to draw their attention, but they’re already too far gone.

“You getting a partner, Holly Blue?” one of Amethysts calls out, actually standing up on tip-toe to peek over the heads of her sisters. “What’s she like?”

“I heard Yellow Agates are mean.”

“Oh good! She’ll get along great with Holly!”

Laughter rumbles through the room; Holly clears her throat a third time, so loud and forceful that the Amethysts finally take notice. They snap into place and raise their arms in salute.

“No, not a partner,” Holly says, already regretting her little prank. “A replacement.”

For once, Holly’s words are met with silence. The Amethysts look so delightfully baffled that Holly can almost understand why they taunt her so frequently, though for some reason, she cannot quite shake her regret.

“H-Holly…” says a Gem from Beta, her golden eyes turned round and filled with concern. “You’re not leaving us…!”

“It’s called ‘reassignment,’“ Holly says, and that, more than anything, seems to convince them, because if something has an official word, it must be true.

The regret inside of Holly swells. Any moment now, the Amethysts are going to overcome their shock and confusion, and when that happens they will outright celebrate her departure. This was a horrible idea, really, and if she’d put any thought into at all, she wouldn’t have gone through with it–

“Holly, no!” Carnelian cries. The tiny Gem throws herself forward, squeezes past her sisters and wraps herself around Holly’s knees. “You’re our Agate!”

Suddenly, a pair of much larger arms are wrapping themselves around Holly–then another, then another.

“Yeah! You’re ours!”

“You were assigned to us!”

They’re all talking at once, pleading with Holly, bolstering her, begging her not to go. Holly hasn’t seen them this upset since a Jasper was pulled from their ranks–and it occurs to her with sudden, shocking clarity that they’ve adopted her into their kinderkin, and that for better or worse, she is theirs.

“Come now!” she cries, prying away the nearest set of arms. “Compose yourselves! I’m merely joking!”

For the second time in half as many minutes, Holly’s words are met with silence. She would be proud of herself if the circumstances weren’t so… unusual.


“Did she say joking?”

“Wait–was that a prank, Holly Blue?”

“My first and last attempt,” Holly assures them. She straightens as best she can in the middle of many arms. “I can safely say that I did not much care for it.”

“S-so… You’re not going anywhere?”

Holly sighs deeply, closes her eyes as if to imagine a different fate for herself. “No. I’m not.”

The celebration comes at last–cheers and laughter and strong hands pulling her back and forth. Holly cries out for order, but of course it does not come–and perhaps, just this once, she doesn’t entirely mind.

Nevada Ramirez & Crybaby: and ‘Cookie’

Yea… this happened… I’m still really distracted by Raúl and the puppy…

Originally posted by notmyacht

Canon Character: Nevada ‘Trujillo’ Ramirez (Trouble In The Heights)
OC: ‘Crybaby’ Caroline, long-time girlfriend and consistent thorn in his side.
The Ta-Do: House party, not too far from their new apartment.
Warnings: Cussing, drug use (smokin’ reefer), feels.


While pouting, she twist a bit at the waist, mostly just to please him. “What'dya want?” Hollering, over the music coming from someone’s shitty speaker system. “I’m busy.”

Nevada groaned, started shouldering his way through the crowd so he could manage to curl a hand around her wrist. “You’re not busy,” he splayed fingers out towards the little collection of now-hushed girls she was standing with; pretty young ladies wearing too-short skirts, gossiping and chatting about nothing really important- “You’re chattin’, c'mon.”

He tugged at her waist, Caroline rolled her eyes and began reciting her ’I’m sorry’s to the girls who understood, as she was drug through the little apartment. There really shouldn’t be this many people here, she thought to herself, while struggling to maintain the pace of her man’s strides. It was probably a fire hazard, or should be…

But nobody really cared about that.

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Like me, she’s clever with plants, climbs swiftly, and has good aim. She can hit the target every time with a slingshot.

Katniss on Rue, The Hunger Games, chapter 7

It’s interesting that Collins gives Rue such a similar skill set to Katniss, and that Katniss remarks on it. Anyone have any thoughts on why? From the first mention of Rue in chapter 3 (when Katniss sees the footage from the reapings), K notes Rue’s similarities to Prim. When Rue makes her first appearance in chapter 7, Katniss mentions this again:

“I… see the little girl from District 11 standing back a bit, watching us. She’s the twelve-year-old, the one who reminds me so of Prim in stature. Up close she looks about ten. She has bright, dark eyes and satiny brown skin and stands tilted up on her toes with her arms slightly extended to her sides, as if ready to take wing at the slightest sound. It’s impossible not to think of a bird…. Rue is a small yellow flower that grows in the Meadow. Rue. Primrose. Neither of them could tip the scale at 70 pounds soaking wet.”

In demeanor, stature, and age, Rue resembles Prim. But in abilities, Rue is remarkably similar to Katniss. In a way, Rue is a bit like the best of both of the Everdeen sisters. K is drawn to Rue by her resemblance to Prim, which also makes her feel protective of the younger girl. Perhaps their skill sets are similar so the reader realizes later that Katniss doesn’t take the obvious approach when it comes to choosing allies (e.g., a big, strong guy who’s deadly with weapons) and people she trusts. In the arena, Rue turns out to be clever and resourceful — a valuable ally to Katniss despite the initial impression that Rue might be one of the weakest and most vulnerable tributes. 


Series: Little Witch Academia

Characters: Lotte & Sucy

Words: 3,904

Genres: Romance, Hurt/Comfort

UPDATE: Reblogged with minor grammatical fixes, as well as end notes.

A/N: IT’S FINALLY HERE. ANOTHER PIECE. And it’s not for my Diakko one, nor is it the Hannah/Barbara one I promised. DAMMIT. Ah, what the heck. Sulotte is amazing, but there’s like only two stories written for them so far. Guess this will be the third!

Contains Dragon Sucy. Takes place in @theneonflower‘s Years Later AU.

Dedicated to Neon, @hanasaku-shijin, @azurathemagician, my bro @megamanofnumbers, and all the wonderful folks in the LWA fandom!



It is late into the night, with Lotte humming happily to herself as she ties knots on a pair of orange and blue threads. To her right, her lantern faerie is curiously poking at a finished violet and red misanga.

Halting her progress, she reaches out to tickle her faerie’s chin before moving her hand over to the misanga. She picks it up and kisses it softly, smiling as the person it reminds her of fills her thoughts and warms her heart.

Lotte glances over her roommates, both which are sound asleep. Akko is tossing and turning like usual, while Sucy remains eerily still, arms crossed over her chest.

Lotte gets up from the desk and walks over to Sucy’s bedside. She kneels next to her sleeping figure to admire every feature - every color - making up the poison witch she has grown to adore so much.

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Kissed By the Sun Each Morning

I get kissed by the sun each morning
Put my feet on a hardwood floor
I get to hear my children laughing
Down the hall through the bedroom door
~Blessed, Martina McBride

Consciousness creeps into her dreams with a hazy sort of urgency, poking at her brain like a forgotten chore. The first thing that registers is the warm body of her wife curled into her and the faint scent of citrus clinging to dark hair as it tickles her nose. The second thing that registers is the awareness that it’s Sunday. Quinn sighs in happiness, snuggling closer to Rachel with the intention of allowing her body to drift back to sleep for another hour or two—at least until the unmistakable sound of a door closing interrupts her lazy semi-slumber.

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❝The Metal Pacifier.❞

Ship: Alpha!Bucky Barnes/Omega!Reader

Word Count:

Mentions of Bucky’s recovery, fluff

Anonymous asked:
 “ OMGG the ABO thing with Steve was so cute do you think you could do one with Bucky??? I’m not sure about prompt and stuff but just really cute fluff?? ”

The child stares up at him with wide eyes, mouth open in wonder and a brown tuft of fuzzy hair resting on top of her head. There’s bright blue eyes staring back at icy blues, and Bucky can’t help but quirk a smile as she blinks and then lets her small fists close in the fabric of his hoodie. A soft noise escapes her lips that sounds something between contentment and a fuss, and he lets out a soft chuckle as he pulls her closer and lets his flesh arm tuck underneath her bottom to keep her safely there.

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anonymous asked:

Wintershock fic request please! “I am a personal space invader. “

Prompt Status: Accepting 

anonymousasked:Wintershock fic request please! “I am a personal space invader. “

“Come on, please?”’


“Help me Bionic Kenobi, you are my only hope.”


Letting out a groan of frustration she falls back onto the training mats starring at the ceiling, beside her Barnes never breaks his rhythm, shoulders never touch the ground as he completes the smooth movements from upward facing dog into a plank position. He’s not even sweating and Darcy is pretty sure he’s done about a gazillion hours at this point. 

“Barnes.” she’s not proud of the whining quality of her voice but fuck she’s desperate, “Just think of it as a mission—a good will mission for your old pal Darcy.” the lights are starting to make her vision go blurry at the edges so she rolls to her side. Keeping her eyes on his face (with Herculean effort, damn those arms) on full display since his dark locks were pulled back into a sloppy ponytail Darcy watches the seamless switch between downward dog to the start of a handstand. 

“It’s not gonna happen Lewis.”

“I will plead, beg and bake as needed. Name your price.”


Somehow he manages to push himself into a standing position from the handstand in a move too fast for her to follow and she had to scramble back onto her feet to follow him. Between his longer strides and head start Darcy doesn’t manage to catch up before he is walking into the men’s locker room, shooting a smug smile over his shoulder. 

Son of a bitch.

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ!”

Sitting cross legged in front of his locker she glances up from her phone, glasses sliding down her pert nose before she brings a hand up to fix it. A look of shock colors his features, mouth slightly parted and blue eyes widening in disbelief. His towel was hanging low, water droplets sliding down to pool at the sharp cut of his hipbone. Unlike Thor or Steve (who somehow always managed to end up shirtless) Barnes had a light sprinkling of chest hair that faded around his abs and gathered again to hint at things she had no hope of knowing about below the towel.

“Have you never head of privacy, Lewis?”

Releasing the bottom lip she hadn’t realized her teeth had been worrying Darcy lifts a shoulder in what she hoped was a careless shrug (honestly it could have seemed like the beginning of a seizure because she is not fully in control of her mental capacities with a hot shirtless hottie—see, she can’t even…well even).

“I am a personal space invader.”

“Clearly” he growls out, those too blue eyes narrowing at her, “Mind clearing out so I can change?”

“Gonna say yes?”


“Then by all means, Sarge.”

She’s banking on his delicate 1940’s sensibilities (the same ones that always have him standing when a lady walks in the dinning area, opening doors for Hill despite her glares and never letting Darcy carry a bag if she is in a 50 mile radius of him) to keep that towel firmly wrapped around his waist. She should have known better then to issue a challenge to Barnes though, he had a competitive streak a mile long. 

Bionic fingers untuck the corner of the towel that is holding up the fabric, with a tilt of his head he raises a questioning brow as if to give her one last chance to back off. Lifting her chin she just extends her legs in front on her on the bench and knocks her heels together, a small smile on her lips. 

He wouldn’t.

He does.

It’s not quite full frontal nudity, he is in profile—facing the locker designated as his and digging through it for something. Darcy has a glorious view of his ass, muscles clench when he bends forward slightly to grab something from a lower shelf. Long legs are slipping into a pair of boxers (which answers that question) and soon the black fabric is stretched over that perfectly round ass. 

He tenses when her fingers drag up the length of his back, she’s standing on what would be considered a respectful distance away from him if he hadn’t been mostly naked. Hair was still damp from his shower and it causes little drops to travel down to her wrists as she pets the heavy mass (God she’s out of shape, her calves are already protesting being on her tip toes). 

The strands slip through her fingers as he turns to face her so she settles on ghosting them over the rough scruff of his jawline. Darcy runs the pad of her thumb over his plump bottom lip, his tongue peeks out to tease her or moisten his lips (with Barnes it could be either, he has a hell of an oral fixation).

“Please, Bucky?”

His pupils are blow wide, cool metal fingers are skimming over her left arm and it sends a shudder down her spine that he is sure to notice (she doesn’t make an effort to hide it).

“That’s not fair.”

“I know, now say yes.”

With a groan he drops his head to rest on her shoulder, her fingers still carting through his wet hair, and his shoulders slump forward in defeat. She is surrounded by him, the scent of soap clings to his skin, after a moment he drops a kiss on her neck and pulls back. 

“Fine, I’ll do it.”

“Yes!” she goes as far as to fist pump because she just broke the resolve of a world renowned super assassin. “I will RSVP for two beef?”

He nods and turns back to his locker continuing to get dressed.

“You wont regret it, Barnes.”

Glancing over his shoulder he asks, “I’m already regretting it, and I see it’s Barnes again, huh?” he tugs down his shirt, a generic Stark Industries t-shirt.

“Look, T-1000, it’s not my fault you’re an easy mark.”

Closing the locker door he leans onto it, arms crossed and water still dripping from his hair is wetting the collar of his shirt. Darcy tries not to be distracted by the fact that the sleeves of his shirt have been ripped off, leaving all those muscles out to oogle.

“Plus, I got two words for you.” she holds up a victory sign, “Open. Bar. My sister is marrying rich.”

“Can’t get drunk.”

“True, damn. That’s just sad.” tucking a stray bit of hair behind her ear she looks up at him from under her lashes, “You have a suit?”

“I can get one.”


“Anything else you wanna extort from me Lewis?”

“No, though I feel like since I’ve seen you naked I at least owe you dinner.” fixing her glasses is a nervous habit and she finds her fingers fiddling with the frames, “Say, Friday at eight?”

“You asking me to step out with you, Lewis?”

“Only if that’s fossil for ‘going on a date’.”

“It is.”

“Yes, I’m asking you to step out with me.”

“Okay, but since you did the asking I expect flowers and wooing.”

“You are gonna be a pain in my ass, aren’t you Bucky?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe.”


Little things I love about Spock and Uhura: Height Difference

Like, you know how she has to stand on her tip toes to kiss him properly? That means she’s at the perfect height for cute forehead kisses. And Spock is probably known for standing straight and tall and whatnot…until he leans down to kiss her. And when they hug how her head fits perfectly in the crook of his neck. And how when they hold hands while standing side by side, her arms reach lower than his so she has to bend her elbow a little bit. And when they’re on an away mission together where it’s hot and the sun is beating down persistently, she’ll subtly use him as her own personal Shade Provider. And when they walk beside each other he takes slower steps because her stride is shorter than his. 

(Am I the only one that thinks little things like this are adorable? It’s all just so cute and I can’t cope with it tbh)


Yeon didn’t think as she drove home that night, she sat in her car an extra ten minutes before getting out, going back into her apartment. She stayed up longer than she planned because honestly she thought that Jay would come and knock on her door any minute. He never did. 

She awoke the next day and no texts. She didn’t speak to him, and he didn’t speak to her. No show that night either. On the third day, she was itching to text him and tell him off. Ask him if she had a man or not, because if not, she could be going to clubs and at least getting some action. No, that would piss him off more. Maybe, he was waiting on some sort of sign from her. He did say she was to come back, when she knew what she wanted. 

Thing was Yeon had already told him. She went to dinner at her parents that night and her mother inquired about Jay. Yeon tried to smile, and answered that he was busy with his artists, and he was working on a new song. She went home, alone, and stared at her phone from her position in her bathtub. The rest of week passed uneventfully, and finally she went out with a small group of girls from her class, that weekend to a cafe. 

She didn’t really pay attention to what they were saying, but then a variety show came on one of the Tv’s and Jay was the special guest. She tried not to look too interested as, one of her friends asked the waitress to turn it up. 

“So Jay Park, tell me what’s dating like for you?”

“It’s crazy. Women don’t really seem to know what they want so when you do, it just makes it harder.” 

“They like to be chased? That’s life it seems.”

“Not the life for me. Women are difficult, I think I should focus on music for now.” 

He started talking about his new album, but Yeon was seeing red. She gripped her coffee cup a little too tight as she, stood up and made an excuse about having to meet her parents. As she entered in her apartment, she slammed her door, fishing around in her purse for her phone, pulling it out. 

“So, I guess you think it’s funny to throw shade at me on TV! You’re disrespectful.” 

She didn’t get an answer until 15 minutes later, which just pissed her off further, as she paced around her apartment. 

Disrespectful is when your fuckin man tells you not to see some dude and you do it anyway, honey.”

Yeon, yelled at her phone, sitting down and texting him back faster. 

“I’m so tired of you. I told you nothing happened, I owed him to tell him why I wouldn’t see him again.” 

She could practically see his smug smile as he typed back. 

“You don’t owe him shit. Unless, there’s something you want to tell me. We are still together, so yea…I deserve to know.” 

Did he know more than he let on? Yeon knew what she could say, but she also knew that whatever happened with Jun Seo was before she got official with Jay. She ignored his statement. 

“You are so frustrating. You say I’m immature. I don’t know what I want? You haven’t said shit to me in a week, but we’re dating? Fuck you. I could go solo, and not look back.” 

She didn’t get anything back. Not for awhile, and after 20 minutes she went to shower, and wash her hair. Her doorbell ringing madly brought her running with a towel on her head, and one wrapped her to the video screen near her door. It was Jay, he was standing in the video screen, waving madly. He was not happy. Yeon felt her heart drop to her stomach, she couldn’t open the door like this. Ready to fight with him. She heard him pound again. 

“I heard you running to the door Yeon. open it!” 

She winced, at his words, turning the lock and opening the door. “What do you want, cause apparently, you forgot where I lived for a week.” 

Jay pushed his way inside, looking around her apartment as he quickly took off his shoes. “I didn’t forget, I just wasn’t coming over here.” 

Yeon locked her door back, grinding her teeth, as she followed after him. “Then don’t come up in here, all in my shit.” 

“What do you mean, youre going solo?” He turned around to face her, chewing on the inside of his mouth, as she stared hard at her body. 

Yeon realized how naked she was under towel, and shifted it around her body. “You don’t have to be with me, and I don’t have to be with you. I have options.” 

Jay snorted. “Baby, there’s no one in Seoul who can do what I do.” He walked slowly towards her, his eyes on her breasts. “And trust me, I do what I do well.” 

“I’m sure, the ladies pump your ego into thinking that.” She took a step back, away from him. 

Jay smiled at her, standing his ground. “So, we are gonna act like, you don’t moan my name? Scratch my back all up? Ask me for it harder?” His expression softened as he looked at her. “I’ve missed you, but you don’t miss me, that’s what kills me, Yeon.” 

“You don’t know what I feel. You never take the time to ask me anything, or hear my side. That’s your problem.” She walked away from him and towards her room. 

Inside, her heart swelled to see him again. Be near him, hear his voice. She wanted to kiss his face, and tell him he was right she wanted him too much to be petty. Feel his arms around her body, and smell his skin. She was too prideful for that though, and she would continue to hold her high and think that way. 

Jay followed her, and Yeon raised an eyebrow at him, as she sat down at her vanity, clothes on her bed for sleeping. 

“You aren’t allowed to see me naked anymore.” She lifted a leg and began to lotion her skin. 

“Why? Who is now?” He sat down on her bed, watching her, with hungry eyes. 

Yeon just stared at him, before continuing her process. She finished and stood up dropping her towel, to hear him hiss. He could look all he wanted, btu he wasn’t getting anything. 

“I thought I wasn’t allowed to see you naked anymore?” The need in Jay’s voice was strong, and he bit his lower lip, hands on his knees willing himself to stay put on the bed. 

“You can see what you’ll be missing.” Yeon teased, as she slipped a sleeping shirt over her head. 

She said nothing else, sitting down at her vanity, putting olive oil into the strands of her hair, working a detangling brush through it. She could hear Jay behind her breathing deeply, moving around. Their eyes met several times in her mirror as she twisted her hair, securing the ends. 

It was silent in her room, and then he spoke again. His voice rough. “You hurt me Yeon. Don’t you know that? You act like you don’t even care. I pride myself at not getting caught up on females, and playing those games but this is real with you. I understand what this love is. I love you. I can say it all day because it’s true. I love you. I just feel like you don’t love me. At least not like that. You’ve always had everything. So, what’s one person?” 

She stared at his reflection. He was telling the truth baring his soul to her like this, and now she felt like shit. Now she felt like, she was wrong. Like, she didn’t have much to live for. He was right. She never needed anything, never wanted for much else. She had her pick of men, and threw them away as she wished, but deep inside she knew what was up. She always had someone fawning over her, and she never paid too much attention. Here was Jay, and he was everything to her. She thought about him too much, wanted to be under him, and yet she was still subconsciously trying to hold him at arms length. Why? 

“I do love you.” She said turning around to face him. Her hands dropped from her head, as she secured the last twist to her scalp. “I love you, and I need you, I’ve never wanted anything like I want you but…I’m scared. I don’t know anything like this.”

“Then why don’t you say that? You have to tell me how you feel and show me these emotions, you like to keep so hidden, Yeon. Why are you afraid to fall?” Jay stood up, he knelt in front of her, his hands on her thighs, her over sized t-shirt hanging off her frame. 

Yeon wouldn’t look at him. Her eyes were brimming with tears, and she felt her bottom lip wobble. She knew she couldn’t speak without the tears falling. Jay saw this too, and he rubbed the skin on her thighs, his lips kissing gently at her knee. 

“Talk to me. You wanted to spend so much having sex, that you never talked about what you wanted. Or was I something different? Something daddy didn’t want so you clung to me?” He turned her face towards him.

Yeon let a tear fall as she blinked. “Don’t say that. You aren’t some toy to me.” 

“Then tell me.” Jay insisted. 

“I don’t know. I want to be happy, I want to be with someone, who gets me, and meshes with me and makes me happy. I want to feel free, and I want to be caged with love but; I’m just afraid that if I give up too much, I’ll just…” She stopped talking, wiping her eyes. 

“You’ll lose yourself?” He asked, and she nodded in response. 

Jay stood up bringing her with him. He wiped her eyes with his thumb. “Yeon. You’re too much of a woman for all that shit. You know that, and so do I. Stop thinking about how you need to be you, and just do it.” 

He hugged her body close to him, feeling himself react with her so close. Her arms snaking around his waist, Jay put his cheek on top of her head, smelling her shampoo and the smell of olive oil. He loved her smell, the warmth of her body. 

Yeon sniffled. “Is this us making up?” 

Jay smiled, rubbing her back. “I mean we aren’t naked in your bed. So not really.” 

Yeon pinched his arm and he laughed. “Ouch, woman!” 

He slapped her bare ass, squeezing it. “I should trust you, yes, I’m sorry for rude shit I said. However;” He lifted her face to look at him, squeezing her jaw a little as he did so. “I mean what I say. If I tell you that I don’t feel comfortable with someone, or I don’t want you to be alone with someone, like this right here…I mean it. Are we clear?” 

“We’re clear.” She answered, standing on her tip-toes to brush her lips across his. 

Jay put his mouth close to hers, savoring the moment of their kiss. He took a deep breath as she came near, his mouth on hers. He felt her tongue leap across his lips, and the flame within him grew. It never died, just needed to be stoked a little. Yeon’s arms went under his shirt and he lifted his hands above his head, helping her remove it. 

Back they fell onto the bed, she sat on top of him, his hands on her ass, she covered his chest in kisses, moving her way back up to his neck. Jay’s hands found the hem of her night shirt removing it, his hands rubbing the soft orbs under her shirt. He could get used to this, he wanted to settle down anyway. Having someone to come home to every night. Jay watched as she stood up turning off the light in her room. 

“Ohh lights off, it’s about to go down.” Jay joked with her, as Yeon helped him out his pants. 

“You know what you’ve never done for me?” She asked, as she got on her knees in front of him. 

“I’ve done most things you’ve asked me. Unless you wanna role play or something.” Jay, pulled down his boxers, his length springing free. 

Yeon smiled, the dim light from the bathroom, pooling into the room. She licked her lips, her hand rubbing his member, as she stood up to kiss him once more, before  getting back into position. “You’ve never sang for me.” 

Jay chuckled. “I actually wrote you a song.” He sucked in a breath as he felt her tongue. 

“Called?” Yeon said, in between kisses and licks. 

“Dilemma.” He answered, as she devoured him. “I’ll…I’ll sing it…uh fuck it let’s just finish this first.” 

She laughed as he pulled her onto the bed. The next sound that came from the room, was her soft groans, and Jay’s quiet whispers. 

That was the end of Dilemma! In all honesty, I want to do JB next, but I have no idea what I’m gonna do. Maybe I should set up a poll so y’all can vote. Do some BigBang, or EXO or BTS…I think I’ll do a poll. Thanks for reading guys! 

sabrina had skipped school once AGAIN, but this time it wasn’t for her usual reasons of being hungover or high or just plain lazy. this time it was to make up for last night’s  m i s t a k e s , she was at a party with her boys and the event was documented all over social media. so there was a video of her getting close and personal with multiple girls, and the girl she ACTUALLY liked happened to see it. and ever since the other was giving her the cold shoulder, and she couldn’t stand it. so she was on a MISSION to fix it, though the player had never been good at owning up to her mistakes or apologizing for them. standing at their locker she waited nervously for the bell to ring, what time did the bell even ring again?? she never stayed full days, so she was a little fuzzy on the exact time school let out. when the bell finally did ring she raised on her tip toes looking for the other over the crowds of her peers, a bouquet of the most colorful flowers in hand. spotting the other walking in her direction almost made her heart stop, what was she doing?? the badass leather jacket wearing girl who didn’t give a fuck about anyone or anything was holding flowers in the hallway for a girl she liked. she didn’t have anytime to think about backing out though, it was obvious the other had already seen her too. “hey, pretty girl.” she manages to get out, though she ANXIOUS about what her reaction will be, “how was class? i um, got these for you.” she says trying to be smooth but almost positive she’s failing, holding out the flowers for the girl with hopeful eyes.

((So after I saw this piece of fanart of Princess and her imaginary friend by @princesscallyie I got really inspired to write about her or the creation of her. I’m super, super shy to post it on my personal blog because I’m worried it’s bad so it’s going on this “secret” blog instead))

Princess: Age 5
To say Mother’s day was Princess’ least favorite holiday would be an understatement. Princess HATED Mother’s day with a passion. The holiday itself wasn’t what angered her so but the feelings that came with said holiday. The feelings of jealousy towards the kids who still had their mother, the sadness she felt thinking of her lost mother, the feeling of isolation from her peers knowing they all had something she no longer had. It was horrible and she hated every bit of it. This year would be different though. Her father would be home this year and they’d spend all day together. She’d sit with him as he told stories of her mother and the maids would bring them hot chocolate. They’d be together and this year would be different! Right?

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With A Side Of Company- Cisco Ramon x Reader

Prompt: The reader is sick at home and Cisco swings by to take care of her.

Words: 1185

Warnings: Reader takes pills (for her cold) 

A/N: I love writing Cisco, he is so beautiful. Happy Readings! 

Y/n’s POV

I wrap the soft blanket around myself and lay down comfortably in my couch. I placed my computer on my lap and log into my Netflix account to watch season 2 of Daredevil. I called Caitlin this morning and told her about my cold and she insisted I stayed at home till I got better.

I heard a faint knock on my door and contemplated on whether I should open it or not.

The knocking got louder and louder so I pause the episode and get up to open the door. I swung the door open ready to lecture whoever it was on how it was rude to continue knocking but my heart skipped a beat when I saw who it was.

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Joe Sugg (mini) imagine || Realisation. ||

Anonymous said:

Hi! I wanted to request an imagine where Joe has like a sudden realisation of how much he loves Y/N? Like maybe he sees her wearing his clothes or playing video games with him or something cute like that? :) Thank you so much, hope you’re having a lovely day :D

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~ Joe’s P.O.V. ~

I turned from looking out the small window above the sink in the kitchen of the flat, my bare feet on the hardwood made it an easy turn as I heard footsteps coming up the staircase.

They weren’t heavy steps so I knew it wasn’t Caspar, I smiled to myself knowing it was (Y/N) who had slept in a little bit later this morning.

We had both been out celebrating Marcus and Niomi getting engaged last night and we had not gotten back into until the early hours of this morning.

I put my mug of tea down on the counter top, the steam still rising from it and disappearing into the air, smiling as I seen the top of her head appearing through the glass guard of the stairs.

Her(colour) hair was as messy as mine was, I hadn’t bothered showering yet nor did I bother getting dressed really, I just stood in my plaid boxers.

“Morning Beautiful.” I called seeing her get to the top of the stairs, looking half asleep, she smiled at me. “Morning.” She said stretching a little bit.

I couldn’t help but bite my lip, my eyes scanned over her – she was wearing my white button down dress shirt – from last night, the sleeves were down over her hands, but the shirt stopped at her mid-thigh, the top three buttons were undone and I could see the edge of the black lace on her bra along with the thin silver chain around her neck with a small heart pendant resting against her skin, the gem stone her birthstone colour, I had gotten her for her birthday not long ago.

“Nice outfit.” I laughed softly, walking across the floor to meet her halfway, I slipped my arms around her body carefully my hands rested on her lower back and upper bum. “Thanks, it’s yours.” She laughed, leaning against it, smiling sleepily again.

“I know.” I pointed out, leaning down we kissed – eight months and every time we kissed my lips would still tingle. “I didn’t really wanna through my dress back on to come upstairs for coffee.” She explained after our kiss ended and I nodded.

“I like it – you look so hot.” I said, grinning one of my hands slightly moved downward and squeezed a bum cheek slyly. “Joe!” She gasped a little while laughing, reaching around she swatted my hand again.

“I thought you liked my bum grabs.” I laughed with her, “I mean – you should did last night.” I tormented her, starting to tickle her sides a little as she tried running away from me, I grabbed onto her playfully, I bit her neck as she squealed a little; “Joe! Quit it!” She was still giggling at me, pulling my hands from around her waist she freed herself and jumped a few steps away from her.

Her cheeks were a delicate pink as she ran her hand through her hair, watching me with her head tilted to the left.

I could only stare at her in front of me, she was so beautiful, the word almost didn’t do her justice.

“What?” She asked softly pulling me from my stare. “I was realising.” I admitted and her eyebrows came together confused. “What?” She asked again with more curiosity.

“How much I love you.” I admitted shyly, her cheeks became a deeper pink. “Awhhh.” She whispered, her hand coming to touch her heart. “Shut up.” I muttered feeling like she was making fun of me.

“No – that’s so sweet.” She assured as she came up to me, standing on her tip-toes a little, she wrapped her arms around my neck and smiled. “I love you,” she said softly.

“I love you, too.” I whispered, smiling back at her, leaning up she kissed me softly, I returned her kiss my hands finding her sides again.