as you can obviously tell i am sexually frustrated right now

SKAM: 4.01 - Am I Late?

Am I late?

 Prayer reminder app: [It’s time for Duhr]

 [Join the theme night in the mosque on Friday, about the woman’s role in Islam]

 [Is Jamilla coming?]


[I don’t think so]

[I’ll be there <3]

EVAK: [incomprehensible, cute mumbling]

EVEN: Oh, now you’re here?

SANA: Am I late?  

ISAK: We’re done.

SANA: Noooo, sorry, took the tram the wrong way and -

MADHI: Heard that one before.

MAGNUS: Heard what?

MADHI: Took the tram the wrong way.


ISAK: Isn’t that what you usually do?

MADHI: Yeah, that’s what I usually do, when I can’t be assed to come to yours.

ISAK: Well, then you can come join me and Even, and help us unpack.

SANA: That sounds like a ton of fun, but I am super busy with the girls.

ISAK: Go on.

MAGNUS: Uh, Sana can you tell Vilde that I miss her? Already.


MAGNUS: No, what I meant was, you tell them you miss them and they go aww.

EVEN: Only with girls.

ISAK: You’re cute together.

EVEN: Yeah.  

MAGNUS: Cuter than the two of you.

EVAK: Ohhhhhhhh.

EVEN: You wish.

VILDE: … No, there’s something about the ocean blue color… Yeah.

CHRIS: Ocean blue? Like is it called that blue?

NOORA: Royal blue? No, royal blue is like - [points at Chris’s jacket]

VILDE: No, it’s like Marbella Beach.  

CHRIS: This is royal blue.

NOORA: Marbella beach?

VILDE: Yeah, it’s the kind of beach you see in Marbella.

NOORA: Have you been there a lot?

SANA: Halla.


SANA: What’s up?

EVA: Noora has her room back!

VILDE: But what I was going to say was that -

EVA: Pizza?

VILDE: - yesterday we tried a new position that we found on a website -

EVA: We have beef too!

VILDE: - where I sit myself over him just like Cowgirl, but I reverse so it’s reverse Cowgirl, so he sits. It’s a little uncomfortable in the beginning, because I felt like he saw right up, because like his head is like - if we did it right anyway. And that just felt so so good, because it hit something, it hit the g-spot.

CHRIS: There’s no g-spot on the top side.

VILDE: No, I heard that the g-spot is in the anus.

EVA: Isn’t that with guys?

VILDE: It’s pretty normal that you have multiple g-spots. But anyway the point is I’ve never had it so good with anyone before, I’ve never come as much as I do when I’m with Magnus. I just come and come and come and come and come -

SANA: Don’t you have any boundaries for what it’s okay to share?

VILDE: What do you mean?

SANA: Do you have to share every detail of your sex life with Magnus?

VILDE: I understand that it’s difficult for you to listen to because you can’t have sex -

SANA: I can have sex, Vilde. I just choose not to.

VILDE: Yeah, I’m just saying that it’s okay if you get sexually frustrated.

SANA: I’m not sexually frustrated! It’s not as if I go around thinking about boys and sex all the time and feel like I’m missing out. I just think that sex should be something nice between you and Magnus, and not the whole world.

NOORA: Would anyone like some tea?


VILDE: Yes, let’s do that.

EVA: Okay, I have to tell you something, but I’m not entirely sure if it’s true. But I heard William has a new girlfriend in London.

VILDE: What? Are you kidding?

EVA: Chris told me. Should I say something to her?

SANA: Of course you should say something.

EVA: But shouldn’t William be the one to tell her?

SANA: Well, yeah, but he obviously hasn’t.

EVA: And I don’t know for sure that it’s true. And I just don’t understand the thing between William and Noora. Are they like together? Or not?

NOORA: What’s up? What are you talking about?

VILDE: Anal sex. Magnus and I are considering trying it. Have you tried it?


VILDE: So you and William never -

NOORA: Vilde! No.

EVA: Apropos William, how is he?

NOORA: Good.  

CHRIS: Yeah, we’ve never really understood the thing between you. Like if you’re together or not?

NOORA: I mean, it’ll always be me and William.

Cure (intro)

Bucky Barnes x reader 

Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, memory loss, recuperating, fluff, angst and obviously, eventually: smut. 

Summary: Bucky comes back from a mission, not remembering who he is or who anyone else is. He doesn’t remember Steve, Natasha or the woman he loves. She does immediately catch his eye, though. He thinks she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, and he’s not afraid to say it in front of people he doesn’t know anyway. What does he have to lose? As far as he knows, he has nothing. On top of being somewhere he doesn’t remember ever being and being stared at by people who seem to know him, but he doesn’t know in return, he hears a voice in his own head. Because, of course, he must be insane. 

A/N: Here we are! The sequel series to Remedy :) I was gonna go somewhere else with this, but it kinda hit me out of nowhere and I thought this could be as sweet and cute as it could be heartbreaking and funny at the same time. Get ready for some awkward situations (and boners), people! 

Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

There’s a woman standing in front of me. She looks sad, scared; but still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. She says ‘Bucky’, and I can’t help but think that I’ve heard that before, but I don’t know what it means. I don’t know where I am, but I feel no threat, not from the man in the blue combat-suit next to me, not from the red head that’s next to him, holding his hand and looking equally sad as the woman before me. Not even from the man with the glasses and a doctor’s coat on my left. They all look at me as if they know me, and.. like me? They look nice enough, I guess. But I can’t help but stare at the woman standing only a feet away from me, tears in her eyes. She looks so sad.

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Translation “Er jeg sen?” (Am I late?) - 10.04 - 13:28

(None of dem by Robyn plays)

Sana’s phone goes off. The text from the app iBønn (iPrayer) reads: It’s time for Duhr.

Text from mom:
Join the theme night at the mosque on Friday, about women’s role in Islam.

Text from Sana: Is Jamilla coming?

Text from mom: Oh, Sana. Don’t think so.

Text from Sana: I’ll be there ❤️

Sana walking towards Even and Isak. Even’s laughing.

Isak: We have to celebrate.

Even: Yeah, I bought sparkling.

Isak: Sparkling?

Even: Isn’t that what one celebrates with?

Isak: I want beer.

Even (to Sana): So now you’re coming.

Sana: Am I late?

Isak: We’re done.

Sana: Noo, sorry I was …, the tram went in the wrong direction and-

Mahdi: Yeah, I’ve heard that one before..

Jonas: What?

Mahdi: The tram went in the wrong direction.

Jonas: You?? Huuuh.

Isak: Isn’t that what you do when-

Mahdi: Yeah, it’s what I do when I don’t wanna come to stuff.

Isak: But uh, you can join Even and me, and help us unpack?

Sana: That sounds like super fun, but I’m super busy. Are the girls upstairs?

Isak: Please.

Magnus: Sana, can you tell Vilde that I miss her? Already?

Mahdi: What’s up?

Magnus: No, you say to a girl that you miss them and they go like ‘Aww!’

Jonas: Nah, that’s not what they do.

Isak: Aww!

Even: Is it just like that with girls?

Isak: But you’re cute.

Magnus: Cuter than you two.

Even and Isak: Ooh! (inaudible)

The girls eating pizza.

Vilde: No, it’s something about that ocean blue colour that’s-

Chris: Ocean blue?

Vilde: Ocean.. 

Chris: Ocean blue or royal blue?

Noora: No, royal blue is like your sweater.

Vilde: No, it’s like Marbella Beach.

Noora: Marbella Beach! Have you been there a lot?

Sana: Hey.

The girls: Hey!

Sana: What’s up?

Eva: Noora’s gotten her room back!

Vilde: But what I was saying..

Eva: You want pizza?

Vilde: yesterday we tried out a new position..

Sana shakes her head.

Vilde: that we found online.

Eva: We’ve got beef, too.

Vilde: eh, which was that I sit on top of him, just like cow girl, but I reversed it, so it’s a reversed cow girl, so he sits…it’s a bit uncomfortable in the beginning, because I felt like it was him looking straight up…’cause his head is like..on…and if we did it right, eh, it was so insanely hot. It hit just…it hit, it hit the G-spot.

Chris: No. Isn’t the G-spot on the top side?

Vilde: No, I’ve heard the G-spot is in the ass.

Eva: isn’t that just boys?

Chris: Huh??

Vilde: It’s many who claim that you have several g-spots. But the thing is, I’ve never felt so hot with anyone before, I’ve never come so much as I do now when I’m with Magnus. It’s just like… I’m coming and coming and coming.

Sana: Do you have like NO boundaries? For what is okay to share?

Vilde: mwibth mwhat?

Sana: With you and Magnus’s sex life?

Vilde: I get that it’s hard for you to listen to since you can’t have sex, but-

Sana: I can have sex, Vilde. I just choose not to.

Vilde: Yeah, I’m just saying that uh.. it’s completely fine if you get sexually frustrated.

Sana: I’m not sexually frustrated. It’s not like I walk around thinking about boys and sex and feeling that I’m missing out on something.

*awkward silence*

Sana: I just mean should be something beautiful between you and Magnus. And not the whole world.

Noora:….anyone want some tea?

The girls: yeah! that would be..

Eva: Okay, I need to say something, but I don’t know if it’s true, but I heard that William’s gotten a new girl in London. 

Vilde: Huh?! Are you kidding?

Eva: Chris said so. Should I tell her?

Sana: Of course you have to tell her!

Eva: But shouldn’t William be the one to tell her?

Sana: Uh, yeah. But he obviously hasn’t.

Eva: But I don’t know for sure if it’s true. And sometimes I don’t get the deal with William and Noora, are they like…together? Or not?

Noora comes back with tea cups.

Noora: What’s up? What are you talking about?

Vilde: Uh, about anal sex. Magnus and I were thinking we’re maybe gonna try it. Have you tried?

Noora: No.

Vilde: You and William, you don’t..

Noora: Vilde. No.

Eva: Apropos William. How’s he doing?


Chris (off screen): Yeah. We’ve never really gotten the deal between you..if you’re together or..not…or..not..or?

Noora: It’s always gonna be me and William..


|A Theory pt 2|


GENRE: Smut, Angst, Pure unadulterated nonsense 


My eyes widened at Yugyeom’s words.

“E-excuse me?” I squeaked.

Yugyeom chuckled, burying his face in my neck.

“I didn’t stutter sweetheart” he whispered, heartedly kissing the side of my neck.

“So I raised a sex fiend is what you’re telling me?” Jinyoung tsked again while Yugyeom just chuckled.

“Sex fiend is a bit much hyung” Yugyeom spoke, his shy nature slipping through.

The whiplash with this boy was ridiculous.

“You have no damn right to talk about what’s too much after that” Jackson spoke up, dusting himself from off and standing up straight.

“What was this theory though?” Mark asked with an eyebrow raised.

Why did he have to fucking ask that? I felt my cheeks burn at the question and I began to fidget, lowering my gaze.

“Please. You’ve almost fucked the maknae in front of us and now you’re embarrassed? Really?” JB pointed out, obviously amused.

Yugyeom pulled me over to one of the couches where he sat down, pulling me into his lap and wrapping his arms around my waist. He kissed my cheek sweetly and I had to tone down my heart’s exaggerated reaction so I wouldn’t over think his actions.

“Go on, talk” He encouraged gently.

“Is he seducing her?” Jinyoung asked incredulously.

“What did I fucking tell you?” Bambam exclaimed.

“Look we can discuss Yugyeom’s sex  preferences later. As for right now, answer the question princess” JB said, effectively turning the conversation back to me.

I ignored the slight raise in my pulse at the nickname best I could as I hid my face behind my mass of curls.

“Do I have to?” I whined.

I felt a hand brush my curls away from my neck, placing a kiss to the base of it. The tension from my body disappeared almost altogether but was immediately replaced by sexual frustration and longing. His lips were so close to my spot. A few inches down and I’d be done for. I barely registered Yugyeom’s low and breathy “please” as scenarios involving both my spine and a certain group of boys invaded my thoughts. In my blissed out state I began to talk.

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fic: No Strings

title: no strings.

genre: smut/humour

word count: 3000

description: Phil really misses sex and it turns out that Dan really misses sex, too. So…they just decide to have sex together. No strings. FWB minus the usual dramatic storyline that follows. Hilarity and #bants ensues.

“Just sex?” Phil repeats, “No strings?”

“Yes,” Dan nods, “that’s generally what no strings means,”

“Literally just sex?”

“Fucking hell. Look, Phil, I can spell it out for you or you can put your dick in my ass - it’s totally your choice. Have sex and be satisfied or wank alone to a Muse song again. What’s it gonna be?”

a/n: this is obviously smut but it’s actually funny too i promise, and it’s not like super graphic smut where you’ll cringe or whatever it’s…well, you’ll see. just read it and trust me.

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Just That Simple - Shed Your Skin Part 4

Originally posted by eh-just-join-the-fandom-fam

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

A/N: Not my favourite thing I’ve ever written but it’s alright. If y’all don’t hate it too much I have an idea for part 5, I literally have no idea how this ended up so long it started out as two parts. 

Summary: Meeting the friends for the first time is always nerve wracking, even for a hardened gang member.

Word Count: 3,419

Warnings: Knives, swearing, gang mentions and I think that’s it.

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What Sex With 5SOS Would Be Like Based Off Their Venus & Mars Sign

I’m really into astrology so this is going to be a blurb (?) on how I think sex with the boys would be like based off of their Venus and Mars signs enjoy

disclaimer: i’m in no ways a professional okay don’t come for me if you don’t agree with something i said but i’m all up for discussion on it though! these are my opinions based off their birth charts okay cool. feedback is always appreciated

(if you’d like to see 5SOS’s birth charts explained and all read the link below)

Quick rundown

Venus represents love/romance
Mars represents sexual desires

Obviously these two play a big role in sex so this is about how I think these two work hand in hand with the boys and their sex lives.

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anonymous asked:

naughty plot suggestion here... since their bond through the contract is hella strong, some kind of telephatic stimulation/sex must be awesome between them (maybe... ciel discovering that 'little weakeness' and starts to mentally 'torture' sebastian with extreme arousal to the point of causing him a mindblowing orgasm, specially in a very awkward situation, e.g., peeling potatoes in the kitchen with the other servants around or serving tea to ciel's guests, etc etc ^^ )? thank u so much <3 <3

Thanks for the prompt anon :) sorry it took so long and I hope this is ok, i’m not so good at third person but I though I’d give it a try.

Sebastian’s first mistake had been inadvertently telling his Master about the extent of their connection.

It had been at the market place, bustling with the crowds of a Sunday morning when the Demon had feared that the young Earl might become lost in the vast sea of people. “There is no need to call for me aloud, My Lord” he had said. “I can hear you just fine if you direct the words to me in your mind”.

The slow smile that had spread across Ciel’s face had been positively evil. “Is that so?”

Life for the butler became much harder after that day. Ciel would test the limits of their contract, projecting his thoughts loudly and watching Sebastian’s face with amusement, for that had been Sebastian’s second mistake. Reacting to it.

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Star ASKS!

Hey, I got an unusually high volume of asks related to Star vs. the Forces of Evil this week. I’m replying to some of them in a couple of text posts. Here’s the first one!:

Anonymous said: FanTASTIC job on the song day episode!

Thank you!!

Anonymous said: Ilysm and ty for everything you’ve done for me and my fellow trans friends!!! 💜💜 im sorry you get aggressive folks coming at because of it. Just know that you’re so so so appreciated and im so glad to know that we have a voice for the lgbt community in children media !! No matter what happen with marco know that just the fact that you appreciate the theory is a lot more than we could ever dream of!!💜💜💜💜 and your webcomic is good too you’re just a genius tytyty!!

Hey anon! Thank you for your support (and for your kind words about my comic)! U_U I am not trans myself (I am only your friendly neighborhood cisbi) but I hope I can be a supportive trans ally! I of course cannot speak on Marco’s canon development as a character, but as for the fan theory itself, I am glad it is bringing you happiness!

Anonymous said: I love that anon is so entitled that they’re telling a storyboard artist which theories they aren’t allowed to like on the show they fucking work on

Yep! It would be one thing if I were openly supporting a popular “neo-Nazi Marco” theory or something but … that’s not what’s going on. Let people like the fan theories they like! As long as they’re not hurting anyone! 

Anonymous said: Did Ruberiot get killed after song day because he posible started a riot/revolution or is he okay?

No, no, he’s okay! He’s probably just super upset.

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Okay so I feel like people really do not understand fetishization.  Like, accusing KS of that is Wrong??  Like, listen, I’m a queer girl (so don’t bother dumping that straight people BS on me), and I have read a lot of yaoi, BL, yuri, GL, etc. and let me tell you something.  KS is the least sexual BL/yaoi I’ve ever read, barring the like super cutesy and fluffy kind.

That’s right.  You heard me.  It is almost entirely unsexy, and the only scenes of sexual content are either interrupted, extremely brief, or focusing on the developing dependence between them rather than the act itself.  The sexual content is not “fetishy” and the manhwa isn’t “porn with plot.”  I mean, there have been a handful of scenes with sexual content, but they were hardly what I would call explicit.  I mean, have you read a yaoi lately?  I’m guessing not.

This manhwa was certainly not written by a 13yo and frankly?  I’m actually offended on the author’s behalf.  How dare you.  You owe the author an apology for that.  The writing of this manhwa is better than half the things I’ve read lately.  It’s consistent and well-paced, not to mention suspenseful without being frustrating.  The dark themes are extremely well-handled and are probably more the reason for the rating than the barely their sexual content.

Do me a favor and read through some of Blood Bank (great manhwa, btw) and compare them.  THAT reads more as porn with plot to me, though the tone is shifting by the later chapters.  The beginning has some kind of sexual content in nearly every chapter, enough that the plot is actually slowed down considerably.

You CHOSE to read a manhwa called KILLING STALKING and expected what?  Some kind of healthy little romance?  Really?  You thought it wouldn’t be dark and potentially upsetting?  If you’re so against it, then why did you waste your own damn time reading it??

Personally, I am fascinated by Killing Stalking.  As a writer, I’m amazed with the characters and the little details that have been used to build the world.  I’m amazed that the author can write something so dark with such consistency and flare, not to mention grace.  The relationship building is deeply flawed and unhealthy.  Obviously.  The two main characters are a serial killer and a stalker.  If their relationship was healthy, I’d be disappointed.  The complexities of their choices and their motives is what draws me in in the first place.

How do you feel about people who enjoy Dext/er, I wonder?  Or Break/ing Bad?  What about The Sopr/anos?  Hann/ibal?  Or any other show about criminals?  Are they also sick and horrible?  Or is it just because the relationship is abusive that you have a problem?  Is it the inclusion of abuse and sex in the context of a relationship between two men?  Do you really think that enjoying reading about criminals is something new??  People are always fascinated by the darker side of things.  It’s why film noir and true crime and detective fiction in general is still so popular.

Scared they may be, but people are still fascinated by the dark and what lurks within it.  If you’re having nightmares or panic attacks, obviously you should stop reading it.  Don’t read things you find that scary.  For me, I only have trouble with supernatural horror, so this kind of thing is really interesting and intense.  I enjoy reading it.  I’m on the edge of my seat with every new chapter I read, wondering what’s going to happen next.  Finding a story the captures my attention so fully is extremely rare for me, and frankly nothing anyone says will convince me not to keep reading.

If you want to try, you’re welcome to.  I won’t stop you or even bother to block you.  Hell, I’ll engage if you want.  But no one’s ever taken me up on the invitation before, so I doubt anyone’ll bother now.

Pretty Young Thang (Allison/Derek/Stiles)

cobrilee said: Prompt 1 of 2 for my “extra” prompts: “I’m on a really shitty blind date and you got fed up with the asshole I’m with so you dump water on their head and ask to take me on a better date. I totally accept.” Stiles/Derek/Allison. (I can totally see two of them being on a date and watching the third on their shitty date, then they invite the third to join them.)

I really hope you enjoy this, Bri! I went for a slightly different dynamic, and it was a lot of fun to write. Fic #43 in my 2017 Prompt Challenge

Pretty Young Thang. Allison/Derek/Stiles. Teen. Also on AO3.

Allison and Derek are out for dinner when they see a pretty young thang having a bad date nearby. Obviously, they have to intervene and invite Stiles to join them.

“Your nose is twitching.” Allison looks across the table curiously when she notices Derek’s expression. “Is something wrong?”

“My nose isn’t twitching,” Derek grumbles, reaching up to touch his nose as if that’s somehow going to make it stop. He rolls his eyes when she laughs, and she has little doubt that he’d totally throw his napkin at her if they weren’t in some fancy schmancy restaurant that Laura recommended.

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anonymous asked:

hi!! could I request a chubby mc who is super insecure about her body being nervous and scared about her first time with the rfa members?

٩(。•́‿•̀。)۶ I understand this one all too well! I’m chubby and I was very worried about my ‘first time’, but don’t worry! If they love/appreciate you, your body shape shouldn’t be a worry!

Note: I’m following common insecurity thoughts people have! And since this is more about her being insecure, I’m not focusing on a Nsfw HC aspect. Though if you want that just tell me and I’ll add it in or make a whole new post for it!

-He was so so excited to be with you, but you were still so scared
-Would he still like you even if you weren’t as skinny as the models pasted all over the city?
-It the girls in his class??
-Worse off, would he even want to have sex with you?
-It was so scary. You constantly questioned if you were good enough for anyone, let alone Yoosung.
-He was so sweet and caring, and you felt like he possibly deserved more than you
-After a month of you two dating, one thing led to another and the two of you were having a rather intense make-out session
-He started sliding his hand under your shirt, and you instantly jerked back in full blown panic
-“M-Mc? Are you okay? Am I moving too fast? I’m so sorry!”
-“Uhm, no. No I just…” You took a calming breath. “Do-Do you really want to see my without my clothes?”
-Yoosung swallowed thickly, unsure of what to say. “I do, but only if you’re alright with it. I don’t want to force you into this, Mc…”
-“That’s not it. I mean like…I’m kinda…Fat, Yoosung. I don’t look that good without clothes.”
-He frowned, “You’re not fa-”
-“Yoosung, don’t even try to say that.”
-A bigger frown, and he made you look him in the eye.
-“You are beautiful to me. I don’t care what size you are, mc, okay? I love you. I love you even if you’re not- God, please don’t feel so bad about yourself. I can’t even see anything wrong with you.”
-You scoffed out of reflex, but he ended up pulling you into a hug
-“I love you so much, mc. We don’t have to go any further, not until you’re ready to, but please don’t talk so badly of yourself.”
-You felt stupid for tearing up, but you hugged him back, nodding against his shoulder.
-In the future, the next time you two managed to get that far, you bit your tongue about the negative comments you had about yourself and let yourself believe the praise he was giving you
-It was just going to take time to understand that he really did love every bit of you

-You didn’t feel extremely insecure until you noticed he just wouldn’t sleep with you
-Not the sexual sense- He wouldn’t even lay in the same bed as you
-The first few times you let it slide. I mean, you hardly knew him at that point
-But now you were practically living at his house, barely going back to your own, and each day together was perfect except he wouldn’t share the same bed with you.
-Were you too big for it? Was he just not attracted to you anymore?
-Back then he had made reasonable excuses, but now those same excuses were just repetitive and felt like him copping out from telling you how he did feel about you.
-So today you sat on the couch with him, thinking about this. How he wouldn’t share the bed, how he wouldn’t even cuddle with you.
-This meant sex was a no go as well
-God, he probably didn’t want to do anything with you did he?
-You started tearing up from the sudden rush of weird guilt and anxiety, quickly trying to wipe them away
-“Mc? Dear? What’s wrong?”
-He cupped your face and turned you towards him, frowning with worry as he studied your features
-“Are you in pain?”
-“No, no. I’m fine. It’s fine.” You pushed his hand away, trying to change the subject. “What’s the plan for today?”
-“Figuring out why you’re crying. Obviously you’re not alright.”
-He wasn’t going to let it go, was he? You sighed, still refusing to look at him while you finally let out your worries.
-“You…Don’t want to sleep with me because I’m too big, right? Can’t you just tell me instead of lying?”
-“Don’t be rid-”
-“No, don’t push it away like that!” You covered your face. “Am I really that disgusting? That you can’t even lay in the same bed with me? How is this relationship going to work? What about cuddling, or sex, or anything?”
-He refused to listen to you anymore. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.
-“I have never, ever, lied to you, Mc. I don’t plan to, either. You are not disgusting, you are beautiful and radiant to me,” He slipped his arms around you, pulling you to his chest. “I didn’t realize this was hurting you so badly. I just wanted you to feel safe. Tonight we’ll sleep in the same bed, alright?”
-He kissed your head as he slowly rubbed your back, trying to calm you down as you starting crying into his chest. “I love you, Mc. I love you.”

-Zen was constantly praising you, calling you his princess and kissing your cheeks
-But that was as far as it ever went
-And to top it off, he did that with some of his fans as well. Well….Not the kissing part, but still.
-Sometimes you tried flirting with him to push things further, or to have the make-out session get a little too heavy, but he’d end it quickly and suggest you go home for the night
-Hell, you hadn’t even been able to stay a full night without him panicking.
-You didn’t know why. He put it under the guise of him wanting to be a gentlemen, or not being able to control himself, but the fact that he was almost as sweet to his fans made you worry
-Especially since most of his fans were far, far, prettier than you. And skinnier. And..Just better than you in general.
-Tonight you had managed to stay pretty late, around eleven, and he hadn’t say anything yet. More than likely he hadn’t noticed, as the too of you loosely cuddled while watching a movie. He seemed pretty engrossed in it.
-Alright. Tonight you were going to stay the night! Or at least try to…
-As the credits rolled, you watched Zen yawn and glance at the clock
-“Whoa! It’s almost midnight!”
-“Yeah,” You hummed, “Do you think I could stay the night tonight? My place is kinda far off…”
-He blushed and looked away, rubbing the back of his neck
-“Uhm….. I mean…I gotta get up early. You’d be able to sleep more at your place.”
-“I don’t mind getting up early.”
-“Mc…I don’t think it’s a good idea, sorry.”
-You crossed your arms and let out an annoyed sigh. “Right, of course.”
-There was an awkward silence before he spoke up a bit, “I’m just busy and-”
-You stood up and grabbed your purse, looking for your jacket. “Yeah, it’s not like you make more time for your fans rather than your girlfriend. But then again, they look way better than me, huh?”
-“Whoa, what?” He quickly jumped up, rushing over to you, “Where did you get that idea?”
-“I-I don’t know! I mean they are! It’s just. Fact, not an idea.” You jerked on your jacket, already feeling gross for being so crabby
-“Hey, hey hey, no, come here, please?” He lightly grabbed your wrists, getting you to stand still for a moment while you looked away. “I didn’t know this made you so upset. Let’s talk about this real quick, okay? Then if you want you can leave. Okay? Please?”
-After a moment, you nodded an agreement, letting him pull you back to the couch.
-“Mc, are you really upset with me for talking to fans?”
-“I mean,” you huffed a bit, trying to think of the right words. “I mean. You don’t…Really treat me any different than them…”
-“I don’t?”
-Aaaaaaaa, you were fucking this up big time. Tears started up out of frustration. “I’m not pretty or skinny like them. Is that why it’s hard to kiss me? Or cuddle? Am I just not-”
-“Whoa whoa, stop right there.” He made you look at him this time. “That’s not the reason at all, okay? I just don’t want to force you into anything. I want you to know I love you for you, and not for uhm,” He blushed a bit, “Things we could uh, do in bed. Okay? I was just taking it slow.”
-“It’s not because of how-”
-He kissed your forehead. “No, and it would never be. I’m just trying to be a gentlemen. It’s been a while and I don’t want to fuck something up with the most beautiful woman in the world.”
-You scoffed, but you let a small smile show through. “You’re not just saying that?”
-“No. Here, forget what I said about not staying over. We’ve been dating for over a month now, right? If you’re okay with it, then we can.”
-You nodded, and he pulled you into a tight hug. “I love you, Mc. Don’t think otherwise, okay?”

-Seven could be…Pretty handsy at times.
-Mainly in a cuddling sense, and while he seemed overall head-over heels with you, you still were scared.
-You guys hadn’t gotten far yet, but the tension was pretty easy to tell that you both wanted to.
-But something was holding him back, and how you felt about yourself was holding you back.
-The two of you were cuddling on his bed, and you were quietly thankful he remembered to washed the sheets free of chip crumbs before you came over. He was cuddling you as the big spoon, sometimes breaking the silence to try and tickle you or just mutter something to you.
-After a while, you rolled over to face him, and the nerd meowed at you. Jesus Christ.
-You laughed at him, and he just held you tighter.
-“Don’t laaaugh, I love cuddling yooou!”
-“Nerd.” you laughed.
-The two of you settled down, him even closing his eyes and relaxing. You really wanted to kiss him, but the two of you were in his bed…
-“Hey, Seven? Can I ask you something?”
-“What’s…Holding us back?”
-He cracked an eye open, frowning a bit. “From what?”
-“From, Uhm… Going all the way.”
-Ack, his face nearly turned completely red. “Uhm, well, I uh-” He stammered a bit, scooting away from you a bit. “S-some things!”
-“L-Like, Uhm. Well…” he trailed off, looking away awkwardly. He didn’t say anything for a bit, so you finally asked what you thought the reason may be
-“Is…Is it because of how I look?”
-“What??” He finally looked at you, surprised. “No, what? Why is that an issue??”
-“I mean,” You gestured down to your body. Before you went on, he pulled you close. He even wrapped his legs around you.
-“No! No, that’s not it, okay? I promise, I’m just… Worried I wont, uhm, be…Good…”
-You nuzzled into him and cuddled with him for a few seconds.
-“Even though I’m bi-”
-“Mc, have you seen my stomach?” He chuckled, kissing your head. “No, I love you. I love how you look! You’re so nice to cuddle and kiss. And you’re super sweet and laugh at my jokes. You’re perfect, Mc.”
-Aaaaaaaa, you couldn’t help it, you started tearing up a bit.
“You’re perfect too, Saeyoung, okay? Don’t stress too much about when we do it.”

I hope this is alright, and sorry but I couldn’t think of a good scenario for Jaehee ATM, nothing story based like the others. I’m 100℅ sure she’d love you not matter what.

Requests are open!

David Pastrnak #1

Requested by Anon: Could u write some David Pastrnak smut please? U two are friends and then he finally tells u that he’s in love with u and then u know what happens😏 If u don’t do that then it could just be fluff lol I’m just so whipped right now omfg thanks

Warnings: Talk of sex, there is sex but not smut, talk of feeling self conscious and not good enough. cussing 

Word Count: 1661

Author’s note: This response was so fun!!! It was so fantastic to write! Also I didn’t actually write smut. I don’t get into step by step detail. But I do get steamy and talk about how the sex went with them :) I’m sorry :( I wish i was more comfortable writing it but I couldn’t and half of that has to be because I have never been in a sexual relationship before so I’m not really sure how it feels. But it gets steamy and it’s a fun and hot read! Hope you like it as much as I do! 

Originally posted by dad-marchand

You walked into your best friend’s apartment wearing your sexiest clubbing outfit. Your best friend was the one and only David Pastrnak of the Boston Bruins. He was wearing some black jeans and a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a classic European look. He stared at you for half a second longer than usual. His eyes lusted over and then flared with anger causing you to be confused. You knew David thought you were good looking, and you also thought David was good looking. It was just your friendship, two good looking people. You both were very proud of each other as if you were siblings. Except you weren’t siblings and to say if David were to ever try to push for a relationship, you wouldn’t deny him, but that was unlikely. You both were in the friend zone. “What are you wearing?” David asked with judgment laced in his voice. Your heart dropped a little. Did he not like your dress? It was your favorite outfit and the fact he didn’t approve hurt. You automatically got defensive. “No I wore this just for you and brought a something else to change into,” you sarcastically responded. When David didn’t take to that you decided to just be blunt. “Yes, I’m wearing this out. Do you have a problem with it?” You pushed. He looked you up and down again. You wondered where his mind was going. “Yes, it’s too tight and too short. We’ll have to stop by your apartment so you can change,” he said as if that was the most logical course of action to take. “I’m not changing,” your anger flaring, “I wore this for a reason. It’s my favorite. And who are you to tell me what to wear. Dad!” You added for affect. “We are going out with the team. I don’t want them to look at you and automatically think you’re a slut,” he said while his voice growing louder. You scuffed at him. How dare he, “you and I know just well that the other players’ ‘girlfriends’” you paused to emphasize what you were saying, “are going to be dressed even hotter than me. And this isn’t the first time I’ve been out with your team. They all know me.” He rolled his eyes at you. “Fine let’s go,” he walked away from you. Now it was your turn to roll your eyes.

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you tell me you’re tipsy; i tell you you’re pretty

[jonxsansa, modern au; texting au, ~5k]

for @goodqueenalys, because i read in one of her reblog tags that she could use a pick-me-up this week

(title from “text me in the morning,” by neon trees)

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SANSA: I’m so sexually frustrated that I just annihilated my dinner.

MARGAERY: …with your vagina?

SANSA: No, Margaery, not ~with my vagina~

SANSA: I just stuffed my face because I have no other way to deal with my frustration. I’m eating my problems.

MARGAERY: did you do that thing where you insist on fitting a forkful of every entree and side into your mouth all at once?

SANSA: At one point I had half a filet and what I’m quite sure was a whole potato in my mouth.

MARGAERY: i can’t believe you’re single

SANSA: Single and ready to bone.

MARGAERY: i believe the word you’re looking for is MINGLE, you lush

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I’ve been meaning to speak up about the #malecdeservesbetter tag that has been going around on twitter for the past couple of days,
As a fan of both, the books, and the show, I finally decided to out my opinion regarding the many opinions being stated on most social media websites, including Twitter, Tumblr, and Instagram.
I’m going to be blunt about most of it, and I’m going to try my hardest not to offend anyone with my thoughts, after all, it’s only called freedom of expression  when you’re being respectful.

Throughout season 1, I have grown quite fond of the couple, from the first “who are you” to the “Alexander, I may be the high warlock of Brooklyn, but even I can’t see the future”, the evolution of their feelings was spectacular, and all in all, I fell in love with how mature the whole thing was.

Alec coming out, the way he came out, was certainly much different than the books,
In the books Alec does gather up the courage to ask Magnus out, however, they decide to keep their relationship discreet, but Alec does eventually come out to the entire institute/clave, encouraging many shadowhunters to follow his example.

Now, in the show, Alec decides to marry Lydia Branwell - an envoy sent from the clave - in order to maintain his family’s honour, and  to regain the Lightwoods’ position as leaders of the institute.

Magnus tried several times to persuade the younger man into doing what he desires instead of acting against his feelings and marrying someone he does not have feelings for.

Alec argued every time, eventually telling the warlock to “back off”.

Now, on the day of Alec and Lydia’s wedding, Magnus is seen in his loft, aimlessly wandering until the ghost of his dearest friend “Ragnor Fell” materialises  in front of him and tells him not to let Alexander go.

Midst-ceremony, Magnus walks into Alec’s wedding, and it’s soon to be known that Isabelle Lightwood, Alec’s sister , had invited him, also not wanting her older brother to sacrifice his happiness in order to restore the Lightwood name.
Alec decides to go against his parent’s will, and the laws of the clave, and to follow his heart for once.
He gets down there, and he grabs Magnus by his perfect  (probably a little too expensive) collar, and smooches him right on the spot, leaving his parents, and the members of the clave, in utter shock.
Nonetheless, it is evident how proud his siblings are, and how happy Simon (who invited him?), Lydia (who only wanted his happiness), and Clary (regardless their mutual dislike towards one another) are.

Now, as for season 2, Jace is gone, Alec is frustrated with his parabatai’s absence, and he takes it out on any person standing in his way, including Magnus, who was only trying to calm his darling.
Alec is later on shown apologising to Magnus for lashing out on him and he corrects his “after everything I’ve done for you” to a more comprehensible, realistic phrase like “I did it for me”,

Magnus is happy with Alec’s sincere apology and straightens his jacket (am I the only one who died?)

Episode one, two, three, four, five, and six were all absolutely beautiful. Malec go on their first date, which was quite awkward until Alec (once again) takes Mags by surprise and kisses him (did you see that scene though?), saying that relationships take effort.
And then they’re official.
On to episode 7. As a man who’s very new to relationships, Alec thinks that taking it to the next level after only 2 dates would be the right decision.
Isabelle knows best, right?
Out of instinct, Alec goes to his sister for help, and she proudly asks him if he was “talking about having sex”, which he only replies to by staring her dead in the face with that adorkable deadpan expression.
She tells him to go for it, and it’s obvious how much they care for one another,
Alec takes her advice.
And that’s where my disappointment began;
Someone’s at Magnus’ door,
Magnus opens the door,
Alec steps in, slipping his jacket off, obviously warming up to get to work (did he activate his stamina rune before knocking, though?)
He asks Magnus whether Jace was home (considering that annoying lil parabatai has been cockblocking them… repeatedly),
Magnus doesn’t have the chance to reply, only getting a “he lefts hours ago, are you okay-” out before Alec crashes into him and kisses him full on the mouth.
Point #1: all I saw was desperation in that scene.
Magnus pulls back with a laugh, surprised as usual, but not complaining, and he asks Alec why the suddenness.
Alec explains that he wants to take things to the next level.
Magnus is a little taken aback, and reluctant,
He pulls back, and tells Alec about his fear of losing him if they rush into the sex step.
Alec steps closer, and asks him why he would think he’d lose him
Point #2: honestly, they should’ve stopped there. Malec is a healthy unforced relationship.
Magnus tells Alec that he’s not the only one who feels vulnerable,
Alec gives him a reassuring smile and steps closer
“You’ve nothing to worry about” his hands are back on Magnus’ collar and he’s walking him towards the bedroom “I want this”
Point #3: Alec wants this. But Magnus, no matter how experienced he is in bed (400 years is quite a lot), should have a say in such a huge step, no matter how powerful and flirtatious he is.
The malec scenes ended there, and us fans had to wait another week, hoping for something to happen, a domestic scene, a kiss, a hug, or even a flashback of the night they had spent together.
And considering the many sexual scenes/sexual indications we’ve seen throughout both seasons, including Jace and a seelie in bed for nearly 3 minutes, Maureen and Simon in bed the morning after, Meliorn and Izzy in a very intimate scene, and Camille and Simon in their little vampire session back when Simon was human, we expected to have at least a glimpse of a healthy, canon relationship that has been progressing for nearly a year,

We didn’t necessarily expect a full on sex scene, but an after-sex-scene, a hug, a kiss, a smile, just any closeness between Magnus and Alec would’ve been much appreciated.

But no.

I wouldn’t have paid much mind to the fact they didn’t show us any intimacy after they had their first time if they hadn’t shown us the climon scene (in the 2x09 sneak peak), and if they haven’t shown us past sexual encounters between main characters and others who aren’t involved in any type of relationship.
But this.
Malec, an official, strong relationship between two complex characters being sidekicked?
Im extremely disappointed in Freeform, and I’m hoping they pay more attention to all ships, and fix their mistake in 2B (although I’m not gonna bring my hopes up, nothing can make up for what they have done, but okay)

Pancake Or Waffles? (Part Two) H.S

“Harry! Hurry up! Jesus! We’re only going shopping!” I yelled up the stairs for the fourth time. He takes more time to get ready than a 14 year old teen trying to impress her crush. And that’s a hell lot of time. “I’m coming! Just give me two minutes!” He yelled back down the stairs. I’m loosing my patience. 

It’s been 4 days since our deal for no sex. Four days and Harry has already been trying to get me to give in my waking around in nothing but his sweats. And let me just tell you how hard it is not to fuck him right then and there when his voice is so extra raspy and deep due to his cold.

“Harry if you don’t come down in 5 seconds I’m leaving!” I yelled. I tightened my hand on the door knob before I heard Harry’s voice booming down the stairs. “Don’t you fooking dare Y/N!” He yelled. I smirked to myself in victory before yelling, “5…4…3…2…” “– I’m coming! I’m here! Jesus!” He huffed zipping down the stairs.

“Dear God! Have you ever heard of patience?” Harry asked, opening the door. “Patience? Hmm? Nope never heard of it” I winked. He rolled his eyes before strolling right into the elevator and straight toward the glass mirror. Self obsessed much? “You have a very big ego for a man” I said looking at him from where he was leaning against the glass. 

“And you have a very small ass for a girl” he smirked. He did not. “What did you say?” I said, walking over to him, my eyes narrowed into slits. “I said that you have a very small ass for a girl” he said with no fucking hesitation. I jabbed my fingers into his chest, purposely pressing my pelvis against his, making him hiss, before lowly whispering, “If you ever, and I mean ever, insult my fine ass again, I will ruin you.”

And as if on quee, the elevator door opened, letting an elderly lady walk in, and if anything, to her it would look like we were making out, and I am really not in the mood to deal with her ‘children these days’ shit, so I scrambled away from Harry as far as I could, making that old women look at me with wide eyes.

I looked at Harry, who looked incredibly flustered. Hah take that. Now he knows how I feel when he walks around with his fine ass body all day. Not that I’m complaining. I eyed him from head to toe, to see what had taken him so much bloody time to get ready, until my eyes fell to his pelvis. And guess what? 

I had managed to give him a boner. This was going to be so much fun.


I deliberately swayed my hips even more when waking into the the mall,walking  straight into the bra section, Harry following me hot on my heels. I obviously wasn’t going there first on purpose. Duh. “Y/N, do we really have to go here first?” He whined. I looked at him, eyebrows furrowed, trying to ignore the fact that he was trying his absolute best in trying to hide his boner with my purse.

“What’s the Problem Harry?” I asked. “I just..didn’t you already go to Veronica’s Secret with Melanie last week?” He asked, a pout on  his lips. “Harry, it’s not Veronica’s Secret, it’s Victoria’s Secret, and the bras there are hella expensive” I laughed, picking up a red lace bra. “I can buy them for you!” He beamed at me.

Trying to as clueless, keyword; trying, I walked over to Harry, pressing my hand against his chest as I heard him suck in a breath, before furrowing my eyebrows and lowly whispering, “What has gotten into you today?” I asked. 

“Enough, I’m tired of this shit” Harry mumbled, and before I could even ask him what he meant, he had grabbed my arm roughly before pulling me into the changing rooms. “Harry what are you do-” he cut me of with a shush. Who gave this bitch the permission to shush me? Harry walked towards me, trapping me between the counter and his hot, lean body. 

“What are you playing at?” He asked, hands going beneath my thighs, to lift me up onto the counter. Which I respectfully did. ‘Cause why not? “Harry giving up on the deal already?” I asked, a smirk plastered on my face. “Oh baby, who said anything about giving up?” He said before his lips, tongue and teeth had begun their assault on my neck catching me off guard with a moan.

“H-Harry, there are p-people here” I choked out, to which he just hummed against my neck, his hands trailing higher up my dress. “Baby, you’ve been killing me all these days” he moaned into my neck. Really? I thought it was the other way around.

His hands roamed around my thighs, going dangerously close to my heat at times, making something light up in my core. His lips had trailed there assault down to my chest, his fingers hooking around the neck line of my dress, pulling it lower to gain more access to it. Fuck he’s killing me right now.

Harry’s lips had just started to trail up to mine, until he turned his head on the last moment, avoiding my lips and getting my cheeks instead. The fuck? He walked away from me, helping me down the counter before getting ready to leave the dressing room like nothing just happened. “What the fuck Harry?!” I yelled. He left me so fucking sexually frustrated, he can’t do that. Not now.

“What?” Harry said looking at me with innocent eyes. “Harry!” I whined until he walked back towards me, and his breathe fanned over my lips. I could just lean in a little bit and.. nah. I’m not giving up so easily. Maybe. He looked at my lips for a split second, before meeting my eyes and whispering,

Who said anything about giving up baby?”

Weird Surprises - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: sexual innuendos, swearing, blah blah


also, it’s really frigging long


Edit: This was a Seb fic at first, but then I decided to change it because I felt really uncomfortable writing about a real person, rather than a character who I can intercept in any way.

“Buck. Buck. Buck. Buck.” You continuously poked his huge muscly arm. 

“Yes, [Y/N],” he sighed, putting his book down to look at you, almost immediately smiling a bit. It still stumped him as to how he had managed to get someone as adorable as you. 

“Do you know what’s on Saturday?” you grinned at him. Of course he knew what Saturday was. It was his birthday. 

“No?” His teasing smile kept at his face, turning to face you, watching the excitement on your face adoringly.

“It’s….. My day off!” you cheered, watching as his eyebrow perked up. “We can do all that catching up you wanted to do. We can watch Supernatural, eat pizza. You know, a day off!” 

“That sounds perfect,” he promised, still trying to figure some things out. Did you forget his birthday, or were you just playing? Probably the latter.

“I can’t wait,” you sighed dreamily before falling back on the couch, spreading your arms wide open.

“How much coffee did you have today?” he teased, putting his book down as he got up.

“Like, four cups. It will wear off soon, I promise.” You could hardly contain your giggles, making his heart melt.

“Let’s hope it doesn’t, yeah?” He grinned at you before pushing you down on the sofa, almost immediately hovering above you with his arms on your sides. “Wouldn’t want you to tire out while I do this.”

He spoke into your neck, the vibrations making you giggle as you squirmed around, making both of your laughter fill the room which soon led to something else.

“Sam, shut up.” He heard you whisper just as he woke up. You were in the corner of the room, wearing his t-shirt and nothing else. A soft smile fluttered across his face as he noticed your messy hair and beautiful voiced as it sounded hushed over the phone, as if you were trying not to wake him.

“No, he doesn’t know,” you hissed into the phone, making his eyebrow raise. “Don’t you dare tell him. I don’t know what his reaction will be.”

Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed together as your face looked slightly guilty, something he’d noticed in your 3 years of dating. He’d notice everything about you, which wasn’t difficult considering that he always sneaked glances towards you whenever you weren’t looking

“I know you hate keeping secrets from him but it’s for the better.” You had no idea that he was awake and he intended to keep it that way. You surely couldn’t be doing what he thought you were.  

“Yes, you big baby, I will come see you later. Now shut up. I think he’s going to wake up.” Your eyes were closed shut as your mouth slowly turned up into a smile. “You are disgusting. Why did I ever pick you to do this with?”

By now he didn’t even know what he was feeling. Were you really fucking cheating on him, right in front of him when you thought he wasn’t looking? Had he not been enough for you?

“Oh, hey Bucky.” You snapped him out of horrible thoughts with a nervous grin on your face. “How long have you been awake?“ 

 He stared at you, face dead serious. Were you being for real? 

"For the entire thing, huh?” you laughed nervously as he could feel the anger beginning to spread inside him. 

“Yes. Were you really..” He couldn’t even finish his own sentence. He was sitting up straight by now, and had pushed the covers off of him. 

“Listen, I was going to tell you after we were done-" 

 ”After you were done?!“ he practically screamed. 

 "I didn’t know how you were going to react!” you defended, throwing your hands up. 

 "With Sam out of every fucking body! Frigging Sam!” He couldn’t believe it. 3 years, down the drain just because of this.

“Steve would spill the moment you talk to him, and no one else was there so obviously it was Sam I went to,” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest, “this is why I didn’t want to tell you! Why are you so mad anyways?”

“Why am I so mad?! What is wrong with you!? Of course I’m going to fucking be mad! I can’t believe, that after 3 years, you would do this to me with Sam!”  He was almost steaming now.

“Wait, are we on the same page here?” Realisation hit you like a truck.

“Apparently fucking not. I have been as loyal as anyone could possibly be, and this is what fucking happens.” He stood up, eyebrows knitted together in frustration.

“Bucky wait-”

“Don’t call me that! I can’t believe you! I can’t believe myself!” He pointed at himself while shaking his head. “I was going to fucking propose this weekend. Propose.”

The wind got knocked out of you. He was going to ask you to marry him?

“But of course something would happen, wouldn’t it? But I never would have thought about this.” He mentioned around furiously. “I can’t believe you and Sam-”

“Were planning a birthday party?” Your voice was calm. Right now, your only goal was to get him to calm down and listen to you.

“What the hell are you talking about?! I heard you on the phone,” he seethed.

“Yes, you did. I was talking to him, and telling him that I was coming over to finalise the cake flavour. He told me to get one layer of vanilla and one layer of something spicy to represent what we do when we’re alone, that’s why I called him disgusting.” You crossed over the distance to right in front of him. He was breathing heavily, and his eyebrows were still furrowed, but now out of confusion.

“I would never cheat on you.” You gripped his biceps, feeling the heated skin under your cold fingertips. You tilted your head accordingly to look into his eyes, trying to get him to calm down. “And quite frankly, I don’t know what to feel about the fact that you thought I was cheating, but you did hear an extremely strange one sided phone call, so that’s to your favour.”

“I-I..I-” he stammered, struggling to get the words out.

“Yeah, I get it. I’m just going to call him to tell him that the cat’s out of the bag now.” You let go of him. You were moving slowly, feeling kind of betrayed. You had done nothing to prove any unfaithfulness to him, but it came to bite you in the ass.

“Samuel,” You greeted him as you tugged some shorts on, balancing your phone on your shoulder. From your peripheral vision you could see Bucky run a hand through his hair, slightly slicking it back before you left the room to make something to eat.

“Yes, commander,” he said, laughing at the end.

“Surprise just got ruined. Sorry,” you said, bringing a pot onto the stove to start making some pasta.

There was some silence at the end, before you could hear some things shift around.

“Well, to be honest, I’m glad it was you rather than me. At least you won’t kill me now if I tell him.” You could hear him laugh again, making you chuckle as you shook your head.

“Shut up loser,“ you teased him before a few more replies went back an forth until you finally cut the call. You opened up your playlist, deciding to play something soft to try to get your mood back to normal.  

Fade Into You by Mazzy Star began playing as you softly hummed along with the song.

Bucky stared at you from the doorway, a blank expression on his face. How had you not left him yet? You were still there, cooking him and yourself food; something which was the last thing on his mind.

He knew what you were doing, though, You were distracting yourself from what was really going on, giving himself and you much needed space. 

To him, you had never looked quite so beautiful as you did, standing in your shared kitchen with a small sway to your step. It was so hard for him to not go up to you and pull you into his chest, and place a kiss on your neck.

“Hey.” You heard him say from behind you. You didn’t turn around, instead choosing to respond with the same ’Hey’.

A silence filled the space between you both, and before you knew it, a pair of hands were on your shoulders, slowly massaging it.

He gently spun you around to face him as no words were exchanged. He tugged you to him, his arms going around your waist his forehead rested on your shoulder.

The song had changed to Wonderful Tonight by Eric Clapton, the soft beats filling the room as he swayed with you, too full of emotion to say anything else.

“My pasta,” you said against him.

“I don’t care. We’ll order takeout,” he mumbled into you, moving peacefully, You sighed, giving in finally as your arms went up to around his shoulders, hanging around them loosely.

“I’m so incredibly sorry.” He held you tighter as if you would slip away any moment.

You hummed in response, eyes closing as the calmness took over you.

“I had no right to doubt you after so long. It was so amazingly stupid of me to jump to conclusions so fast without even letting you explain properly.” You knew how difficult it was for him to apologize, so you just nodded.

“’tis okay,” you told him sincerely.

“It’s not,” he said, not making any effort to move other than small steps.

“But we are,” you said, rubbing his back soothingly, “we’re okay. And this is going to be okay too.”

“I love you so fucking much.” He just pulled you closer, stopping his movements, just hugging you tightly.

“I kinda love you too.” You smiled as he let out a small chuckle. “So I guess that’s my surprise ruined.”

“Yours wasn’t the only on, you know.” He shook his head as you pulled back in surprise, looking at him.

“You were being serious?” You looked into his eyes for any signs of discomfort or dishonesty, but there was none.

“Of course I was. I got the ring and all.” He gave you a soft smile as you pulled him back into a hug. “Although, I don’t think now’s the best time to do it.”

“Any time is perfect,” you responded, smiling into his shoulder.

“Hypothetically, if I were to-”



“Yes, I’ll marry you.” You laughed as he grinned wildly, gently lifting you off the ground in ecstasy as your hearts fluttered with happiness.



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COUGH SYRUP (phan oneshot)

A one shot that takes place during TATINOF where Phil gets hella sick and Daniel has to take care of him.

RATING: pg-13 because of Dans mouth, lots of innapropriate lad jokes and Dan’s body shipping it more than entire phandom.


Category: FLUFFY AF


“Literally it’s only going to get worse if you don’t take anything for your fever or sinuses Philip.” The slightly whiny 25 year old stood at the end of the bed with his hands on his hips.

The duo were in the middle of the United States, touring for TATINOF. That is until Phil contracted some kind of illness that was like Tuberculosis and the bubonic plague had a love child and that love child jacked off the common cold and they decided to infect Phil. So insted of spending the 3 days between shows sleeping and being a cheesy tourist, he was stuck playing nurse maid for a grown ass adult.

“Dannnnnnn… it tastes like cheep liquor and sadness.” The whining of his best friend, who was sulking on the master bed. His body was draped in heavy ass blankets and he was propped up with about 5 pillows. All Dan could do is throw his head back and grown in frustration. “Philip Michael Lester, you are 29 years old and you can’t take a quick shot of cough syrup and give me the pleasure of at least being able to sleep better?!?” Dan’s voice rose an Octave, like it usually did when he was whining or complaining.

The older man shrugged and paused to sneeze aggressively, moaning quietly. “Dude, can you not make sex noises when I’m at the foot of your bed. Wait until I leave, Jesus Christ.”

“Sorry Danny.” His best friend murmured quietly and Dan rolled his eyes. “Do you have a sickness sneeze kink? I don’t think even our subscribers could think of something  that creepy. That is saying something…”

Phil’s shoulders shook as he tried to giggle but he just weakly made some kind of wheezing sound and started to cough aggressively. Dan, did almost feel bad for him. Almost

“Phil did you get your shots today?” Dan called into the lounge of their flat from the kitchen, where he was serving  himself a slice of pizza from the box. It was April and before he and Phil traveled any more he wanted to make sure they both get their shots. Literally the last thing he wanted to contract was the fucking plague from touring with their stage show.

Phil didn’t respond, which was rare because the man could talk and talk sometimes. And Dan was annoyed “Philip Lester…did you skip your doctor’s appointment today while I was filming a video.” The younger man marched in the lounge and crossed his arms and looked at Phil accusingly. The pale cheeks of his best friend tinted pink instantly as he shook his head. Looking up at dan with wide innocent eyes from his side of the sofa.

Dan has had romantic feelings for Phil for a while, but sometimes he despised the man. This was one of those times. No amount of cuteness was going to distract him this time, luckily Phil was oblivious.

“Philip Lester! Don’t you dare lie to me. We are going to different countries and what if we contract malaria or something from foreigners.” An exaggeration but what Phil didn’t know didn’t hurt him.

“Daniel I am afraid of needles! And I got most of my shots when we went together. I just needed to get my flu shot. I didn’t want to go alone.” Dan sighed. The last time Phil got for a flu shot he kicked the nurse in the vagina. An accident, of course, because Phil was about as violent as Bambi prancing around in a fucking meadow.

Phil smiled sheepishly as Dan called the doctors office, (because Phil was to awkward to reschedule) scheduling an appointment for the next morning at 9 AM.

Phil promised to go and get the shot the next morning and he came back with a bandaid on his upper arm, so the younger boy just assumed he got the shot and they had nothing to worry about.

“Philip Michael Lester, Did you lie about getting your flu shot?” Dan’s arms crossed over his chest and his friends body tensed. “What makes you think that? Daniel would I lie to you?” Phil’s voice was husky and sensual, like it usually was when he was sick. Always a blessing to that phangirls and a curse for Dan’s sexuality.

“I can’t answer that because usually when you try to lie you fail miserably.” His skinny jean clad legs marched him to the side of the bed, so he can look down at his best friend in suspicion. Phil’s cheeks (which usally tinted a pastel aesthetic shade of pink when the man tried to fib) were to flushed with fever to give him away.

“Phil Lester, if I find out you’re lying I will tell the Internet about the time I caught you rubbing one out while watching Shane Dawson conspiracy theory videos.” The younger boy threatened with a blank expression and Phil panicked.

“You wouldn’t.” The man’s voice tensed as he sat up in the bed, his flushed fevery face growing pale. Ironically this made his skin tone look more real. Dan smirked and raised an eyebrow. “Try me bitch.”

“Okay. Then I’ll tell the Internet about the pinata nudes you sent Smosh when you were in vegas. They will eat that shit up.” Phil crossed his arms in challenge.

“Then I’ll have to just murder you.” The younger replied flatly and his friend let out a weak laugh “Thank God. I’m dying of the plague anyway. The sweet release of death is all I want.”

Dan grabbed the tylonal syrup and spoon of the dresser “Don’t give me your fucking sass Philip.”

“Oops, I did it again!”

That’s when he snapped. He threw the bottle of medication onto the bed and and it plopped a short distance away from Phil’s hips on the duvet. He used his entire body strength to pin his friends body down and in the least sexy way possible try to some how move on top of Phil “You’re taking medication, so help me God.”

Phil’s signature yelp of suprise escaped as his friend’s weight fell on top of him “No. There is no was in hell Danny.” He used the hated nickname of his flatmate as he tried to feel around for the syrupy bottle. His hands trying to pinch and poke Dan.

The 25 year old thought about a situation similar to this before but he didn’t realize that until Phil was squirming against him. He blushed a bit and let out a sigh of relief as he found liquid medication and sat up, his legs draping over either side of the elder boys body.

Well he knew what he was going to think about at 2 A.M.

“Dan I know you’re loving this right now but I would rather you not drool on me.” Phil muttered sarcastically while his body stilled a bit. He rolled his eyes and scoffed “Yes. Forced spoon feeding you like an infant is at the top of my kink list, Phil.”

He uncapped the bottle and carefully poured the thick syrup into the spoon.  “Open up, Philly.” Dan said in a sing-songy voice as the 29 year old stubbornly shook his head.

“Then I’m not moving. No more smutty Shane Dawson marathons for you.” The man beneath him raised a flirtatious eyebrow, reminding him of flirtatious 2009 Phil that once made 1,000 teenage girls hit puberty. Dan felt his face heat up and hoped his face was the only place blood was rushing.

His best friend obviously noticed the blushing and smirked, his long, pale fingers slowly moving to rest on his knee. He made his index and middle fingers slowly start to walk up his leg before Dan let out a soft squeak.

“Daniel, I always can find something else to -” the younger man quickly shoved the spoonful of syrup into Phil’s mouth. He smirked triumphantly as he heard the soft gulping of the body beneath him, followed by the violent shudder of disgust.

“Told you that you would take it.” Dan said with a sweet smile as Phil’s face scoweled. “I hate you”

“Next time just get a god damn, bloody fucking flu shot instead of being a twat.” He gently moved off Phil’s lap and onto the floor again. “Also, try to have more self control when I’m on top of you Philip. Your inner perv is showing.” The giddy boy skipped to the door with a smile.

Phil scoffed from bed and rolled his eyes “I can control myself. It’s just my fever is messing with my body.” He mumbled and his friend sent a cheeky wink back at him. “Fevers can’t cause boners the last time I checked. I’ll be back later to give you more.”

Dan left the bedroom briskly and Phil just groaned in annoyance.

Maybe he should get his shot next time.

(Come with me…and you’ll be…IN A WORLD OF SEXUAL FRUSTRATION )

Women Kakashi could’ve ended up with...

…but he didn’t. 

So, it’s a known fact by now that, the one and only, that never will be another, Mr. Hatake Kakashi ends up all alone, romantically speaking, of course. Now, one would say that he’s too hot good to end up with someone but it can’t be denied that he kind of deserved someone to share his existence with considering how much suffering he endured. Wouldn’t it have been nice if he just had gotten that special somebody? 

On a more serious note though, taking into account that he’s probably one of the best developped character in the entire show, it sure would’ve been extremely hard to pair him up with a random person since, during the entire series, he didn’t show a single sign of interest in basically anyone. So there was no starting point for romance to begin with. Although I’m more than sure that this wasn’t too hard to get over since Kishi had no problem in making characters I don’t even remember I’ve seen talking to each other at least a single freaking time hook up, have children and live happily ever after. 

I’m not saying I wanted Kakashi to experience that kind of cruel pairing but Ii thought I’d just point out that there were some women Kakashi could have ended up with but he didn’t. Should I use a “fortunately” or an “unfortunately”? Well, I think that’s up to you.

Anyways, here we go with some crack possible “couples”.

Anko Mitarashi

Candidate no. 1, AM (no, I’m not talking anout Arctic Monkeys) a.k.a. that one freaky lady who, we all probably thought at some point, would eventually end up with the formerly freind killer. Seriously now, I’ve alwyas thought, as a child that these two would get together and show inform Naruto where babies come from (he learnt by now tho, I mean, Boruto, what’s good?). And by the way, no, that’s not a picture of Anko showing Kakashi what she’s about to do to his toy him.

Was our impression ever justified though? I mean, is Anko the type of girl Kakashi needs (does he still?) or more importantly, is she the type of person he would fall for? There’s of course that belief that opposites attract. They’re polar opposites, that’s for sure, you get your typical introvert meet the classical extrovert, and that’s just one single aspect in a vast ocean of other reasons that make them so different. And even if they got together, would it work? Personally, I doubt. Kakashi always struck me as that type of guy who likes mysterious lady-like women …who don’t tell what they’re up to nor have a really big mouth, like really big. Anko is the female Naruto, in my eyes. Does Kakashi care for Naruto? Obviously, a big undenaiable yes. But I just can’t see him in a serious relationship with someone just like Naruto. Opposites might attract but I doubt one could live with his polar opposite …unless they fight hardly for it. But hey, that’s just my very personal opinion. I still ship them sometimes tho.

But what if they actually ended up together? Should I even mention hot sex? O.K. then, hot sex and ugly arguments. I can picture Anko getting nervous all of a sudden and eventually throw some things at the annoyingly calm Kakashi who just can’t stop thinking: “Gurl, calm down already, just calm down.” Those thoughts would only be replaced later by “I should’ve banged Shizune when I had the chance. Just look at her now, young looking and fresh and still hot as fuck. I should’ve known.” And that brings us to…


Candidate no. 2, the lady known mononymously as Shizune. That one girl who got paired up with pairable Kakashi after most of us eventually realized that his relationship with Anko was most probably never gonna happen. Or was it because Kishi forgot about a certain girl named Anko? Whatever the reason, the inevitable happened, KakaShizu saw the light of the day in the so well-known Fanfictionland.

I can actually picture these two together. I’ve got this feeling that laidback Kakashi likes to be dominated. And that’s not a problem for “I like to be in charge and tease people” Shizune. Though, might she be a little too much controlling for the overly relaxed and detached Kakashi: “How many times do I have to tell you? In the morning, we only do it from behind. No. Fucking. 69. You better get it right before I decide that you won’t get the pussy for the next two weeks.” Arguments would just leave Kakashi cold: “I’mma let her have her say. Besides, I can chidori her anytime.”

It’s not hard to imagine how they could’ve hooked up. One day, sexually frustrated Hokage who’s in desperately in need of sex wakes up and goes to work where he meets his available assistant who’s randomly wearing a nice tight dress and nice high heeled shoes. Add one nice room and you get them banging on one nice desk. More than once. And that’s what you call one nice relationship starting point. 

You didn’t like the scenario? No problem, let’s move forward to…

Mei Terumī

Candidate no. 3, the hottest Kage, literally. Out of all the Kages, she’s also the most desperate to get married in need of a man to, you know, satisfy her fill her life with love and joy. Would they match, tho? Well, it’s hard to tell since her character did not recived enough development. She does seem to be a genuinely caring person who’s not too obvious about random things …except when it comes to her obsession  profound desire to get married, of course. 

I do suspect her of being the dominant type but as I’ve already stated, I don’t think Kakashi would actually mind it. The only differenace, when comapring Mei with Shizune, is that Mei would domiante her man but she’d do it subtly and wouldn’t be obvious about it so not evrybody would know. But that’s just a supposition of mine. 

On the other hand, an union between the two Kages might be beneficial just like it also might be not. When they’re all honey, the two villages are on good terms, when they’re in a fight …well, let’s just say that each would mind their own village (and maybe not talk to each other?). 

Though they’d constantly keep the world wondering which Kage’s on top.


Since we were talking about Kages. And since Tsunade’s forever young, there’s no way of her ending up with a man of her age or near her age (though I don’t think there’s at least one living 100 years aged man in the Narutoverse, but still). In her early prehistoric days, she adored Dan, she got Jiraiya forever turned on, she fucked Oro so there she is wondering: “Why wouldn’t I get involved with a young man, the hottest of his generation? He also happens to be the next Hokage so …why not?” It that way, Tsunade would never leave the Hoake’s office, ya know…

Seriously now, just imagine the shock if this actually happened tho.

Rin Nohara

Since in Narutoverse, when a character dies it actually means that they’re patiently waiting to be revived, what if plot twisting master Kishi had brought Rin to life? Well, to be honest, I honestly doubt that Kakashi would’ve banged his best firend’s childhood crush whose death caused so many problems. I think the entire Naruto fandom is aware of this fact. Right?


One filler character becoming cannon and end up with Hatake Kakashi. A character with an impressively developped character. Can it be sadder?


If Chōji can end up with Karui, than Kakashi can definitely get one hot blue eyed, blonde haired, big boobed random girl. Period. 

Anyways, if Kakashi ended up with someone I strongly think that the perfect choice would’ve been a brand new girl cleverly created with a well handled backstory and a perfectly defined personality. A girl who would actually make Kakashi fall for her.