because i have black under my eyes

cold coffee. (m)

pairing: jungkook | reader

genre: smut

word count: 4,564

description: “I wasn’t referring to verbal truth. I was referring to,” and then there was a brief pause that was followed by a light press to the center of your stomach. Your back laid flat against the wooden bench before the predatory loom of his figure appeared overhead, “Candor of the body. Which you, my love, are the absolute queen of.”

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With an exchanged swipe, taste forthcoming as the two of you had intended. Too sweet, muttered against your lips – lips that curved into ones of amusement at his feigned disfavor for your particular arrangement of the poison. Too bitter, slipped past your teeth in retort, the air of the syllables brushing against his breath; a dance of icy exhales in a burning winter night. His mouth twitched at that, following your suit into similar enjoyment of the playful critique.

“Maybe not my coffee, but sweet in other aspects, no?” He spoke in a devilish dialect of insinuation and lust. One that, before encountering him, was unfamiliar to you. Adoration, it managed to claw at your chest with great vigor each and every time he glanced down at you through darkened tufts of raven hair. His words wrapping their way around you entirely until they sounded of music. The notes gliding across your bones as his voice conducted your motions.

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Exeunt pursued by man in bear suit.

I had two weird dreams last night, which I suppose were technically all part of the same dream, wherein I was visited by dead people. I mean they weren’t dead Dead in the dream, but my brain was self aware enough to be like, “you know these people don’t belong here in your house…they’re dead…also they’re Terry Pratchett and Robin Williams, this is a dream”. 

I first knew something was off kilter because when I walked into my kitchen, Terry Pratchett was sitting there drinking a mug of tea. The dragon under the stove was also a give away, but famous authors, even dead ones, are not often found in my kitchen (contrary to what you’ve heard about my baking). He was reading something, and to my absolute horror I realized it was one of my manuscripts. I started to stutter and sat down in front of him, and because I am British offered him a slice of cake to go with his tea, so I might slide my work out from under his fingers. Not to be distracted by the prospect of a Victoria Sponge however, Terry looked up at me and said 

“It’s a shame really, I was rather enjoying it until the words just stopped…why did you stop? Did you lose your words too?”

At which point I rocketed upright in bed and tried to rationalize why Terry Pratchett would be in my dream and giving me a mild telling off for not writing anything…and then because it was Terry and I miss him, had a bit of a cry and went back to sleep.

Which was when I “woke up” in my bed because I was being prodded in the side. Assuming it was my husband trying to wake me I rolled over and told him to go away, at which point the voice of Robin Williams bounced around the room at full volume as he yelled, “Rise and shine funny-girl, it’s time to climb the walls!”

Ah yes, thought I, I am still asleep and dreaming…or I am in a coma and someone is playing Robin Williams to try and wake me up…which was the point when I heard Terry Pratchett ask, “Is she up yet?”

“No.”

“Tip her out the bed.”

So because Terry Pratchett told him to, Robin Williams tipped me out of my dream bed, and laughed at me when I swore.

“Ach aye, there’s your accent lassie, none of that Amerrrrrican inflection, eh? Just had to get you good and mad.” said Mr Williams, in his own Scottish imitation, hauling me upright and carrying me over his shoulder out the door while I squawked and flailed at the indignity of it all.

The next few images where a blur of motion and sound, but after that we were in a castle which I recognized to be one of my own ideas. My own characters stood stock still like cutout cardboard mannequins, frozen in time, the last action I had written them into. 

Terry was walking between them, pausing every now and then to peer at them through his spectacles like they were an exhibit in a wax museum and giving a little nod every so often, like he had just seen the eyelashes in the wax and was mildly impressed.

Robin at this point, had his arm around my shoulders and was giving me the grand tour of my own work, yelling out jokes about my characters and making me laugh at them.

“And here we have underdeveloped character number three! Half baked and still gooey at the center, it’s salmonella for everybody but at least it tastes good!”

When I looked round again, Terry was sitting at the foot of the dais to the empty throne, sheets of paper between his hands again as he read from the script.

“It says here “exeunt pursued by man in bear suit”…” he said.

“I thought it was funny…” I replied sheepishly…looking at the world which had sparkled mere moments before and watching the color seep away until it was turning grey and cold at the edges… “I thought…well it doesn’t matter. I scrapped it.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

“Did you lose your words?”

“No…”

“Then why aren’t you writing?”

“I don’t…”—by now the world was starting to fall apart and crumble to dust, falling upwards into the pitch black sky as though it was being pulled away by a black hole.

Robin came in front of me then, placing both giant hands on my shoulders and leaning in until we were butting heads.

“I know it’s hard,” he said, smiling right into my soul, “I know it’s hard when all you want to do it stop. And sometimes you have to, sometimes you can’t chase the demons out. But what you can do, and no one ever tells you this, funny-girl, what you can do…is make ‘em laugh. You can’t burn ‘em out, you can’t chase ‘em out, and you can’t leave without them because it’s your head, but you can make ‘em laugh. You can shake hands with the devil and make him laugh. The world is your clam chowder, and if you’re really lucky, you’ll still find the pearl. Does that make sense? No? Good, nothing makes sense, nothing in this whole existence we like to pretend is reality makes sense, nothing but doing your best and trying to make yourself happy, and if you can’t do that do it for others. You can, you know you can…otherwise your mother wouldn’t be so angry when you tell jokes and there wouldn’t be a man over there dressed in a bear suit waiting to follow us out.”

Laughing and crying, I looked over to where he had pointed, and there was indeed a man in a bear suit. He waved, and I waved back. 

By now the world had dissolved, the walls melting away until only the cut out people remained, illuminated by starlight where previously there had only been black. I turned round when I felt a hand on my shoulder and found Terry standing behind me, his eyes crinkling up under bushy eyebrows as he smiled, handing me back my manuscript.

“I have to go now,” he said, “we both do, because this isn’t real and you’re dreaming. But I’ll have that cake before I go.”

So the three of us turned together to walk out over the stars, pursued by a man in a bear suit.

I woke up sometime before four am, with a heavy ache in my throat, feeling rung out and completely exhausted, but ultimately feeling as though somehow everything is going to be okay. I’ve got walls to paint and chores to do, but later on I’m going to bake a cake and then I’m going to write. And I’m keeping the bear suit joke.

Some hilarious prompts #2

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82. Do you ever talk to a person and your heart starts doing some dubstep shit.

83. If you can’t deal with my sarcasm, I can’t deal with being your friend. 

84. I’m nothing but a constant state of internal screaming at this point.

85. I went to the beach once, 500 years later I still have fucking sand in my shoes.

86. How long after arriving at someone’s house is it appropriate to ask for the WiFi password?

87. Getting real tired of my own bullshit.

88. Thanks elevators, for bringing me up when I was down.

89.  Here’s a little song I like to call “I cherish our friendship so I won’t tell you I would totally have sex with you if you asked.”

90. A: Do you ever get the urge to get up in the middle of the night while everyone else  is fast asleep and just walk places and be completely and entirely dedicated to your thoughts?
      B: Yea, but the problem is I don’t want to get murdered. You feel me. 

91. Let me sleep in your stupid t-shirts and hold your dumb hand, you piece of shit.

92. need a gang to follow me around all day and clap when I make jokes.

93.  You know that feeling when you’re not your favourite person’s favourite person, and it kind of feels like you’re constantly swallowing sand.

94. “Stop being so dramatic” they say, “I don’t know what you mean” I say as I descent from the ceiling, surrounded by mist.

95. Just because you’re trash doesn’t mean you can’t do great things. It’s called garbage can, not garbage cannot.

96. Studies show that I literally did not ask.

97. A: It doesn’t matter what you look like on the outside…
      B: Whew!!! good
      A:…It’s who you are on the inside!
      B: Ah, fuck!

98.  A (puts their hand over their crush’s): Ha ha how’d that get there?

99. I express my emotions in long groans at different octaves.

100. I mean you piss me off, but I’d do anything for you.

101. Honestly, sometimes you just gotta let me be dramatic. Because I will get over it. But let me be dramatic first!

102. Do you ever feel like a 4 times divorced 45 year old woman that smokes cigarettes in her fur coats on a grand piano? Cause I do and it’s sad.

103. Single, not sure how to mingle.

104. I love it when people rant to me, like yes, I am entrusted with your hate.

105. My idea of flirting is making fun of each other, until one of us fucks up and says something nice.

106. A: I hate playing “never have I ever” because I’m a fucking slut.
        B: I hate playing “never have I ever” because I’m a fucking virgin.

107. Do you live on Elm Street, because you’re a nightmare.

108. Remember your parents told you to take out the trash? I’m the trash. They were telling you to take me out. Date me.

109. You know, liking someone and pretending you don’t is a lot of hard work.

110. How do you politely tell someone that you want them naked and on top of you?

111.  A (whispering): I really like you and want to kiss you a lot.
        B: What?
        A: I said you suck.

112. Have you ever accidentally befriended someone who is very very irritating?

113.  If you step on a person’s foot they open their mouth, just like a trash can.

114. How do I get over someone I never even dated?

115. Things I want - snuggles. Things get - struggles.

116. If you see me and I’m not wearing black, you saw wrong, that’s not me.

117. Why do we need to watch the sky to enjoy the stars, when the ulitimate star is me.

118. I hate when It’s so hot outside and a bitch tells you to take your jacket off, like bitch no, this is my outfit.

119. If karma doesn’t come around and hit you in the face, I will.

120. I don’t think I’ve ever shut up in my entire life.

121. A: You don’t talk much.
        B: I’m observing your weaknesses since you’re so freely verbalizing everything about yourself.

122.  A: My kink is when people actually care about my feelings and what I have to say
         B: Too unrealistic, settle for bondage like the rest of us.

123. A: Your future self is watching you right now through your memories.
        B: Not if I get drunk enough.

124. A: Is there a word between angry and sad?
        B: Malcontented, disgruntled, miserable, desolated.
        A: Smad.
        B: Oh my gOD.

125. Does the pale glow of my computer make me look hot?

126. Rest in peace to all the hours of sleep I’ve lost to overthinking.

127. You know it’s really rude to talk while I’m interrupting.

128. Is “no” an emotion, because I feel it?

129.  I always look sleep deprived is that hot?

130. If you listen carefully you can hear me whisper “shut the fuck up” at least once every five minutes.

131. I’m kind of hurt, kind of offended, kind of not planning on saying anything about it.

132.  I’m tired 8 days a week.

133. I don’t trust people who look good with messy hair.

134.  I may be a shitty friend, but I’m your shitty friend.

135. Seven billion people on this planet and I have 2 friends. What is wrong with people, like put some effort in it, I’m not just gonna come and do the job for you.

136.  I’m sorry, is my swag distracting you?

137. I aspire to get to that level of hot when my hair looks like shit and I smell like black coffee and yesterday’s eyeliner is smudged under my eyes, but I still look fine as hell.

138. A: No, listen! What if one day you just turned into an almond and you couldn’t do anything about it because you were just a fucking almond?!
       B: You need to get laid, you weirdo.

139. A: You wear that a lot.
        B: That’s because I’m the main character of the story here, peasant.

140.  I don’t “dress to impress”, I dress to depress. I want to look so good that people hate themselves.

141. Behind every great man is me, checking out that ass.

142. The future is now, old man.

143. Seriously, all you do is bitch.

144. Are you trying to seduce me? Because so far you’re doing a great job.

145. Forgive and forget? More like resent and remember.

146. I’m that kind of person who between two choices always picks the wrong one.

147. I know what you’re going through, I read “The Perks of Being a Wallflower”.

148. Excuse me, I hate to go and vomit.

149. A: One day I hope I am the girl that walks into a room and all eyes are on her.
        B: The trick is to get a really big hat and scream.

150.  So tired of being human, I want to be a flower.

151. Screenshots don’t scare me, I know what the fuck I said!

152. I’m sorry for what I said, I was hungry.

153. A: Don’t buy a girl flowers. Flowers die. Buy her a dragon.
        B: Because dragons don’t die?
        A: Because it’s hard to say “no” to something that can murder you instantaneously.

154. I want to be rebellious, but I don’t want to get in trouble.

155. A to B: Breaking news: being an asshole all the time doesn’t make you complicated and mysterious, it just makes you an asshole

156. You know it’s really rude to talk while I’m interrupting.

157. One of these days I’m going to roll my eyes too hard and I’m gonna go blind.

158. I’m not a hint taker, you need to speak up.

159. Why allow yourself to be full of hate, when you can be full of pasta instead?

160. I’m an angry person and I want to let it all out and be an asshole, but I’m also a nice person and I don’t want to actually hurt anyone’s feelings, do you feel me?

You’re my Master Piece - Blind!Levi x Reader

A/N: This is a modern AU and it contains no reference to Attack on Titan. Besides, the character is a bit OOC, for he is only based off of Levi.


(Y/N) was a nice girl, she always has been. No, actually, she was the nice girl.
Yeah you know which one. The one that everybody is friends with because you just can’t hate her, she’s too nice. The one who has soft, wavy hair no matter what, and a clear skin, but once again, you cannot really jealous her to the point where you’d hate her. You simply can’t.
But she was also that girl that everybody took for granted and enjoyed pushing her buttons, to try her limits. The nice girl people underestimated and never took time to get to know, because what else is there to see? She’s just a nice girl.
“Hey, who’s that chick over there?” “Oh (Y/N)? I’m in her math class, she’s a nice girl.”
“I heard that Blake didn’t finish the night alone at your party last night! Do you know who it could be? Probably a girl from your class…” “Well, it can’t be (Y/N), she’s too nice for that.”
Isn’t is weird how ‘nice’ can go from a compliment to a bitter insult depending on who speaks?
That fact took a long time before (Y/N) finally acknowledged the fact that, regardless how she would behave, people would always find her nice. The spectrum went from the genuine 'that’s so nice!’ to the sarcastic 'huh that’s nice’. However, that period of her life was over, and today, in her late twenties, (Y/N) was a fulfilled photographer, with her own art gallery in Chicago, and a nice little apartment in an old brick building that she took pleasure in decorating.

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Hi my name is Drizzt Daermon N'a'shezbaernon Do'Urden and I have long alabaster white hair with white streaks and white tips that reaches my mid-back and icy lavender eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Trellimar Aleath (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Dantrag Baenre but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a dark elf but my eyes are pale and lavender. I have dark grey skin. I’m also a ranger, and I grew up in a magic city called Menzoberranzan in The Underdark where I was almost sacrificed when I was born (I’m one-hundred-and-eighty-two). I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love dirt and I get all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing my mithral chainmail with a matching spider silk shirt under it and a green woolen cloak, two scimitars and black combat bracers. I was wearing dirt lipstick, grime foundation, mud eyeliner and soil shadow. I was walking above Menzoberranzan. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of goblins stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

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Prompt: Trimberly - jealous Kim and maybe a little bit of angst

You got it! 

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Tommy Oliver.

New kid. Tall. Brunette. Green eyed (appropriately). Surprisingly Popular (suspicious - no new kid had a right to be popular). Green Ranger (very suspicious). Tomboy. Straight-A Student (so why detention??? Also suspicious).

And the absolute bane of Kimberly Hart’s existence. 

The moment Tommy had arrived in detention, Kim had smelled trouble. Because not only was Tommy gorgeous, not only was Tommy funny, and athletic, and intelligent. 

Not only was Tommy Oliver basically perfect in the cut-throat adolescent world of High School, but Tommy Oliver was charming. Kim hated charming people. She especially hated them right now. Because right now, Tommy fucking Oliver was flirting with Trini. What’s worse? Trini was giggling. And blushing

And Kim couldn’t do a fucking thing about it. 

She’d been flirting (haha see what she did there? Pathetic) with the idea of asking Trini out for months. And really, who wouldn’t? Trini was damn near perfect. She was kind and intelligent and funny and absolutely gorgeous. 

And she was far too good for Kimberly Hart.

She was too good for the ex-cheerleader who was this close to being labeled a sex offender. She was too good for the girl who got so defensive over her own actions, she punched her ex-sort-of-not-really-boyfriend so hard without powers that he’d lost a tooth. She was too good for the girl who was so emotionally stunted she’d kept them all from morphing until Billy had died.

So no, Kim wasn’t good enough for Trini. But she wasn’t positive Tommy Oliver was either.

“You trying out your laser vision again, princess?” 

Zach’s amused drawl broke through her staring contest with the back of Tommy’s head. 

“Huh? We don’t have laser vision, doofus.” 

“Well you’re definitely trying to melt the back of poor Tommy’s head. What did she ever do to you, huh?” 

Kim glanced away just as Tommy shifted to reveal a surprisingly bashful Trini. 

“Oh.”

Kim sighed. Sometimes she thought the only one in their group who didn’t know about her pathetic crush on the Yellow Ranger was Trini herself. 

“Yeah.” What else was there to say? She didn’t have a chance with Trini, she knew that. And Tommy really was a good sort. Mostly. And hey if she could make Trini smile like that, who was Kim to get in the way? No one, that’s who. 

She feels Zach’s gaze on her, but she refuses to look up. She doesn’t want to see the pity in his eyes. She doesn’t see the thoughtfulness in his gaze, or the way his eyes flick between Trini’s furtive looks in Kim’s direction, and Kim’s hunched shoulders.

….

Trini slid next to Zach in their English class with and grunted out some form of greeting as she rested her head on top of her folded arms. She had a massive headache and really just wanted to do some yoga on her rock. She was not looking forward to debating Shakespeare for the umpteenth time this year with a bunch of pimply hormonal teens.

“’Sup, Crazy Girl.”

Grunt.

“Got a headache?” 

Shrug.

“Got anything to do with a certain green friend of ours?”

Head tilt, murderous glare.

Students were settling into their seats as the teacher wrote their assignments on the board, and told them to choose partners to go over the next Act of Hamlet. Zach payed the rest of them no mind.

“Funny thing, I think Kim’s got a headache for the same exact reason.”

“Wait, what?”

“Oh, it speaks!”

“Shut up idiot.”

“Ouch. Words hurt, you know”

“You don’t have enough brain cells to be offended by my awesome snark.”

“Damn, fine. I won’t tell you what Kim said earlier when Tommy was all over you.” 

“What the fuck, Zach.”

Zach buried his nose in Shakespeare and ignored Trini’s glare. Finally, she rolled her eyes. 

“Fine, o amazing Black Ranger. I only insult your awesomeness because I cannot even dream to match it. Alright? Just tell me already!”

Zach smirked. “Someone’s eager. And just how much Shakespeare have you been reading, Trinity?”

She kicked his shin under the table, hard.

“Call me Trinity again and you’ll wish Rita was back.”

“Ok, ok, jesus, leave my bones intact, Crazy Girl! I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, but - and I say this with all possibly love - but damn girl you’re oblivious. Even Jason figured it out, and you know that’s saying something.”

“Figured what out?” Trini was getting more confused by the second, and it wasn’t helping her headache in the slightest. If Zach didn’t get to his point soon, she’d punch him and deal with going to the principal’s office happily.

“Kim’s got a gigantic gay crush on you, Trini.”

Trini blinked. “Huh?”

It was Zach’s turn to roll his eyes. 

“Girl, the only thing that even comes close to your crush on Kim, is her crush on you. We both know Tommy just likes to flirt - especially with you, because you blush so easily when a pretty girl is paying attention to you -”

Trini kicked his shin again with a hissed “Hey!”

“ - Ow! What? It’s the truth! Anyway, I don’t think Kim’s realized that Tommy’s flirting is harmless when it comes to you. I mean hey we all know she’s got the hots for the hottest member of the team. Moi.”

Another kick. “Ow! I’m going to the police. This abuse is just unwarranted.”

“Zach, for fucks sake, please get to the point.”

“I thought I had? What’s that glare for? You need me to spell it out? Kim. Was. Jealous. Kim. Likes. You. Idiot. No accounting for taste, but - HEY!”

“Zach, Trini, is there something you’d like to share with the class?”

“No, Ms. Morris we were just, uh, having a disagreement over the meaning of a passage.”

Watching Zachary Kwan trying to appear innocent was not a pretty sight, but luckily, their teacher just rolled her eyes and moved on.

“What did I say about the kicking?? Jeez. And here I am, trying to help you out. Some friend you are.”

“Aww poor wittle baby. Suck it up, bitch.” 

Trini was quiet for a moment, thinking. 

“You’re not pulling my leg? Kim’s really into me?”

“Dude you’re like, Wynonna Earp level oblivious.”

“I don’t know whether to take that as an insult or a compliment.”

“Definitely an insult.” 

“Rude.”

Tommy’s next flirting target two days later, ironically, was Kim. 

Their training session for the day had ended, and they were all relaxing and nursing various bruises and scrapes under the coolness coming from the lake above the pit. Trini, observing Tommy’s flirting process, personally thought that the award for Wynonna Earp obliviousness should go to Kim, who hadn’t realized yet that Tommy had been flirting with her for the past half hour.

Trini had conducted her own experiments over the past two days to see if Zach was just insane or if his claim held any merit. She’d found, to her surprise, that he might, in fact, in some weird twist of fate, be right, and she’d been trying all morning to come up with a way to ask her fellow ranger out. 

And then Tommy had butted in, and Zach had been smirking at her for the past half hour, and winking every time Tommy said something even remotely suggestive. Now, glancing from Kim to Zach one more time, he waggled his eyebrows and tilted his head in a clear dare. Trini Alverado was not one to ever back down from a dare.

Taking a fortifying breath, she left her perch atop one of the rocks in the pit and stalked over to Kim and Tommy. Kim brightened at the sight of her, giving Trini butterflies, and Tommy’s eyes took on a mischievous gleam. 

“Hey, Tommy. Kim, I’m really sorry about this.”

Kim looked confused, and Tommy looked amused. 

“For what?” They voiced the query at the same time. 

Taking another breath, Trini grabbed Kim’s wrist and pulled the taller girl down so she could press her lips to Kim’s.

She could hear Zach’s whoop of laughter, Billy’s clapping, and Jason’s cheering in the background as she felt Kim’s startled exhale of breath against her face. A tentative hand threaded itself through her hair as she felt Kim move closer to her, press more firmly into her lips, and heard Tommy’s quiet chuckle next to them.

She pulled away from Kim, a small smirk on her lips and took a few steps backwards.

“We should do that again some time, if you’re interested.”

With a thrust from her legs, she propelled herself through the lake, hoping Kim wouldn’t be too far behind.

Mobbed- "Could you just hold me?"

As Shawn’s girlfriend of 3 years you got lots of attention from his fans. Although you aren’t a singer or an actor, just dating Shawn made you popular throughout social media and such.

You loved Shawn’s fans almost as much as he did. They supported him in the thing he loves to do, and that means the world to you. They make him happy, and that’s all you could ever ask for. Though, sometimes they got out of hand. It wasn’t necessarily their fault, it just sorta happened.

If Shawn was somewhere out in the public you had to be sure to have lots of security and a back up plan if something went wrong. His security team was very strict but for good reasons. Shawn was very strict with you if you went out. People recognized you almost as much as they did with Shawn.

Shawn felt bad that he had taken your privacy away. You couldn’t go grocery shopping without a body guard. You couldn’t go get new clothes without having the whole store empty. But that’s how life is now. You could sacrifice your privacy if it help Shawn sleep at night. He was always worried. He got very anxious when you were out. He would hate if something were to happen because of his popularity. But he can’t protect you from everything.

Today Shawn would be playing at the Staples Center in Los Angles. You had been tagging along with him on tour for the summer. It was a hard school year with you at your university and him traveling, but now that school was out all you did was spend time with him.

Right now you guys were heading into the Staples Center to begin sound check, meet and greet and much more. There was lots to do before each show so you had to be there earlier.

And of course Shawn had very dedicated fans that would show up and watch him walk into the arena every time. He would usually stop and take pictures with as many girls as he could, but he couldn’t spend all day out there. If it was up to him, he would.

Right now the some of the security team was in the bus with you, Shawn, Andrew, and Geoff.

“Ok we are gonna have 3 guards on Shawn, 2 on Y/N, one on Geoff and one of Andrew. Just follow them and you’ll be good,” the main guard explained. Everyone nodded then dispersed to get anything else they need from the bus before leaving to the arena.

You followed Shawn to the back of the bus where the was a queen bed that you two shared. It was like the master bedroom of the RV. You had noticed that Shawn had an upset look on his face when he left so you went to investigate.

“Babe, is everything ok? You seemed upset when we left the meeting,” you asked placing your hand on his back and running it up and down a bit.

“Yeah I’m fine. I’m just kinda upset that you only have 2 guards. You know how crazy the girls can get. Maybe we can get one of my guards to go with you,” he explained thinking out loud. You reacted quickly grabbing his shoulder and making him face towards you.

“No way. Shawn they are here to see you. They are going to want a picture with you. They are going to be mobbing you. If you want to keep me happy, then you will take 3 guards. I love you so much, and I know you are used to protecting me, but let me protect you every now and then,” you fought back.

“Ok fine, but if anything happens to you, I’m gonna lose it,” he responded letting his protective side come out again.

“Ok baby,” you said running your hands through his hair. You stood on your tippy toes and gave him a kiss on cheek before going to the bathroom to check your makeup.

About 5 minutes later everyone was gathered in living room paired up with their guards. You were standing next to Paul and Robert your body guards. Paul was about 5'10 and had a Mexican heritage. He had many tattoos up is arms. He always seemed to look pissed off which honestly scared you. Robert was about 6'1 and he was originally from LA. He had worked as a guard for many years which made Shawn very comfortable when you were with him. Paul was newer to security but he was knowledgeable and strong.

“Everyone ready?” Geoff questioned nearing the door. There were many answers but overall the were all just yes. Geoff’s guard opened the door and immediately there were screams.

First Geoff and Andrew went. Then Shawn. You watched as he stepped out and listened as the screams got 4 times louder, if that is even possible. You have them a second before walking out. The screams didn’t stop. Robert was in front of you and Paul was behind you. The minute you got on the other side of the barricade you knew this crowd was stronger than any other you had faced. There were just so many girls. This gave you an anxious feeling.

You began to push forward. There were phones in your face. People pulling on your hair. People tugging on your clothes. Paul and Robert did their best to push anyone to close away.

“We need back up, up here,” you heard John, Shawn’s guard, say into the radio that was hanging off Roberts belt. Your head snapped up looking for any sight of Shawn, though you couldn’t see anything over Roberts tall figure.

Since you were the only other person with more than 1 guard, your guards were the back up.

“I’m gonna help them out,” Robert yelled over the screaming to Paul. Paul reacted quickly coming in front of you. He began to push girls out of the way as Robert maneuvered through the sea of girls o make it to Shawn.

Paul was doing his best, but it wasn’t enough. The girls got so overwhelming. You began to have shorter breaths. You knew what gonna happen if you didn’t calm down, but you didn’t see that happening soon.

You knees began to get wobbly due to the lack of oxygen. You put your hand on Paul’s shoulders for support.

The girls were too much. They were loud, they were close, and they weren’t stopping. You put one hand on your throats feeling it starting to close up. Everything didn’t feel real. You felt like you were in a whole other world. Everything was spinning and every now and then thing would just go black.

You’re chest was killing you. You felt like the weight on the world was resting upon your chest. You were overwhelmed with fear. The fear of being trampled. Or crushed.

By now Paul had realized the state you were in and knew something was wrong.

“There’s something wrong with Y/N. I need help,” he said into his radio. He turned towards you putting his arms under your arms trying to hold you up.

You couldn’t breathe, you blacking out, and everything felt like it was falling to pieces.

“Y/N focus on my eyes. Keep your eyes open,” Paul instructed you. You did your best to follow his instructions but it was so hard. All you wanted to do was collapse. You were just overwhelmed by everything.

You must have blacked out for a couple seconds because when you woke up you were being transferred into someone else’s arms. You looked up and you were met with a pair of soft brown eyes.

“I got baby. I need to you to focus on breathing. Take deep breaths,” Shawn directed. You looked around you realizing the guards had made a circle surrounding you and Shawn.

“Shawn, I need out,” you stuttered. Fear was just kept washing over you.

“I know baby, we are working on it,” he responded. As a group everyone moved forward. Most of you weight was in Shawn’s arms. As much as you tried you couldn’t manage to keep your self up on your own. You were sure if Shawn wasn’t holding you up you could be on the floor. That just scared you even more.

After about 2 minutes of pushing and shoving the group made it to the safety of Shawn’s room in the arena. By now Shawn had just picked you up bridal style realizing that you couldn’t walk on your own. You were in the same state of mind but it was starting to calm down. But Shawn wasn’t calming down.

“What do you need babe? Should I call an ambulance? What do want me to do,” he pleaded. He was almost as distressed as you were. He sat informs of you on the floor while you sat on the couch speechless. You were trying to figure out what happened.

“Could you just hold me,” you asked not being able to come up with anything else. All you really wanted right now was to feel the comfort and safety of Shawn’s arms. He seemed to understand that. He silently moved to the couch pulling you softly into his lap. You rested your head on his shoulder pushing your face farther into his neck. He had one arm under you keeping you from slipping off and the other was playing with your hair. This helped calm you down. After a couple minutes you were pretty calmed down.

“What happened babe? Nothing like this has happened before?” Shawn asked.

“Everything was fine at first. Robert was in front of me, Paul behind me. Then someone asked for backup so Robert left. Which means I had Paul and that was it. Although he’s great, there wasn’t much he could do on his own. The girls just got so overwhelming,” your lip trembled as you recalled the recent events. You shook off the fear that came creeping up again.

“Babe, I’m so sorry. I gonna make sure next time everyone has more guards. That was so unfair to you,” he said his grip getting tighter on you.

“It’s over babe. Nothing we can do. Just hold me, and never let go,” you mumbled getting comfortable again.

“Ok, I can do that,” he responded.

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They Wanna Make Me Their Queen

( Prompt: princess diaries style “I grew up not knowing I was royal and suddenly my royal grandparent showed up out of nowhere and told me I was so now I guess I’m the heir to the throne and you’re my crush from my pre-royal days but I still have a crush on you” AU ) 

PART 4

A/N: Two words: Lip-sync battle. SLAY TOM, SLAY. I WAS WEIRDLY TURNED ON BY HIS PERFORMANCE?? LIKE. I WOULD DO HIM IN THE SUIT, AND I WOULD DO HIM IN DRAG, AND I AM CRYING. That being said, if anyone wants to fangirl with me over Tom, please hit me up. I need more friends to fangirl with!! ( I also need a date with him ASAP. ) In other news, this was very heavily influenced by that scene in Catching Fire. Matt Murdock, the dumpster ninja, will be showing up in a few more chapters, and I cannot wait. :)))

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You leave the room – and the after party – without delay. Your walk is more of a stagger as the amount of champagne you’ve consumed just minutes before becomes apparent. Too much. And yet, not nearly enough. You move as calmly as possible towards the archway leading to the hall … To escape.

Or as much of an escape as you can manage with a limitless number of guards keeping watch over your every move.

You press a hand against the wall to steady yourself. Once you find an exit to the balcony, you grasp hold of a railing and try to calm yourself. A sob rises in your throat. You clamp your lips together to force it back.

No one told you the life of a princess would be this hard.

No one told you that you would have to give up your friends.

No one told you that a crown could weigh so heavily upon your head.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?” Light and good-humoured – not to mention vaguely familiar – a voice greets you from the shadows, you jarringly realise that you aren’t alone.

Normally, you would be thrilled – or shocked at the very least – to have New York’s very own Spiderman hanging from the fire escape only several feet away. It’s becoming a trend at school – all the girls are bragging about how Spiderman had saved them from robbers/harassment/bullying, and they’d proceeded to make out with Spiderman in some dark corner to ‘thank’ him.

And now he’s here. Real and alive. You could add on to the flood of wild stories, but you hardly need the added popularity. As it is, you could claim that you’d discovered Atlantis and people would believe you.

You manage a faint smile that comes across as more of a grimace on a pale and strained face that not even M.A.C and Elizabeth Arden can hide.

Willing your voice not to crack, you speak slowly, attempting to compose yourself, “Parties aren’t really my thing.”

“What is your thing, then?”

He’s talking to you like he’s known you all your life. It’s warm and familiar and comforting somehow, to be talked to like a normal human being. No, “Yes, Your Highness”, or “As you wish, My Lady”. No airs, no treading on eggshells. Just … Normal conversation. You could cry. You want to cry.

“I enjoy horseback riding and embroidery.” Your voice sounds dead, even to your ears – it sounds like something you’ve memorised from a textbook. “I volunteer at soup kitchens in my free time, and I donate generously to churches and shelters.”

“I mean the real things.” His gaze is heavy on your face, so piercing that you think he can see all the way down into your soul. “Not the princess things.”

“I like watching movies,” You say, softly, carefully, after making sure that your grandmother isn’t going to jump out of nowhere to chide you for not giving the appropriate response. “I always watched them with my best friend.” There’s a sour taste in your mouth, almost like curdled milk, when you remember that you haven’t been to Peter’s in weeks, and that you haven’t been speaking to him for about as long. Swallowing, you continue, “I like books. Reading. Listening to music. You know. Teenager stuff.”

“Teenager stuff,” He repeats. “So why are you saying that other stuff?”

You let out a half laugh that sounds more like a hysterical hiccup. “Don’t have much of a choice, do I?”

It’s what people want to hear. It’s what they expect from a princess. But your all your lies are piling up, one after another, and you’re afraid that soon they’ll collapse over you and will bury you under, and you won’t be able to climb out of the hole that you’ve dug yourself into.

“There’s always a choice.”

Not for me, you think, both angrily and wistfully. If you had any choice, you would abandon all your duties and run off to Antarctica to chill with the Penguins. You’d turn in your crown immediately. You’d become normal again. A regular girl, in a regular school, with a regular life.

You’d never thought you’d miss normalcy.

“You need a break.” Spiderman says, shaking his head in mock – or is it real? – disappointment. But then, his voice changes, takes on an edge of boyish excitement. “C’mon, let’s go!”

“Go?” You wag your head hysterically. “Oh no no no, I can’t just … Go.”

“It’s not like I’m taking you to Aspen. Just around the city.”

Spiderman’s looking at you hopefully, almost child-like in his excitement. He holds out a hand, and you stare at it, wanting to take it, but still, unable to. What’s the harm? A voice whispers. Tomorrow you’ll have to go back to your life. All the press, the attention, the loneliness …

“Okay.”

Your cheeks warm. This is like something from a fairy tale – you the princess, and Spiderman the unconventional knight. You take his hand. It’s surprisingly warm and firm, and your own hand feels like it was made to hold his.

You try to think past these unwanted thoughts.

“Hold on tight. Okay?”

Before you can respond, you feel hands on your waist, and Spiderman’s lifting you up carefully, gently into his arms. He’s skinny, but a lot stronger than he looks. You accidentally slide back against his chest, breathing in the scent that clings to his skin – something warm, like cinnamon, vanilla, and the night air. Your heart inches its way into your throat. You’ll admit that you’re unusually nervous, but you chalk it up to being near to Spiderman. One breath is all you get the chance for though; he runs up to the edge of the roof and leaps right off it.

A loud scream escapes your lips. Your stomach plunges into a freefall, and your arms, once hanging limply at your side, now fly to wrap around Spiderman’s neck. You’re not sure if you’re strangling him with how tight you’re grabbing onto him, but right now, the only thought on your mind is holding on so that you don’t become a spot on the pavement.

You make a mental note to add ‘heights’ to the list of things you aren’t good at.

He has to shout to be heard over the cars honking, and the wind rushing by. “C’mon, open your eyes!”

“You’re crazy!” You squeak, praying that you won’t throw up all over his shiny new suit. “This was a bad idea!”

“I’m not going to drop you. You’ll be safe with me, I promise.”

It’s hard to doubt the sincerity that rings true in his voice, but still, you glare suspiciously at the direction of his voice before opening your eyes.

Your breath catches in your throat. Wow. It looks absolutely stunning. New York at night, from the sky … It looks otherworldly, surreal. To your surprise, a laugh bubbles forth from you. Your hair streams back from your face, and a smile makes its way across your face. You’ve grown used to the strange, but not all together unpleasant feeling, of being weightless and free and infinite, of flying through the air.

You could get used to this.

“I – I, uh, saw the press conference.”

It’s the wrong thing to say.

Your mood had been rapidly improving, but now, the weight of all your mistakes comes crashing back down, hard, onto your shoulders. You’ve been teetering on the edge of tears all day, and this is all it takes for you to break down completely.

You cry Peter’s name.

And then you just cry.

His name, Ned’s name, Michelle’s name, in one desperate stream of sounds that you can’t separate from one another. You want someone to make things right; you want someone to make you not feel as if you’re constantly being pulled different ways by your heart and your head. Most of all, you want someone to tell you that everything will be alright; to promise that your friends won’t be hating you with every fibre of their beings.

Shit shit shit,” Spiderman’s saying from somewhere far away, panic and fear vibrating through those three words. “I said something wrong.”

Vaguely, you’re aware that the crisp night winds have stopped rifling through your hair, aware that you’re no longer flying through the air, have the vague sensation of being set down gently onto gravel. The cold and the damp press against your legs.

“My friends hate me,” You sob, scrubbing at your streaming eyes with the back of your hand. “My crush hates me. I said some things that I didn’t mean just now.”

Through the tears that blur your vision, Spiderman freezes, goes impossibly still, like a deer caught in the headlights. “Then why did you?” He asks softly.

“Because – Because I wanted to keep them safe,” You confess. Your throat aches as a horrible black ball of fear lodges itself under the roof of your mouth. “This – The Princess job isn’t safe, there are horrible people who want me dead, and if they manage to get to my friends, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”

“I get it.” Spiderman says, just as quietly, his voice suddenly sounding heavy and weary. “Believe me, I do.”

“No, you don’t!” You cry. It explodes out of you before you can stop it. You don’t know why you’re suddenly so angry, but you could shake him or cry. “You have no idea – No one does – I thought this would be fun, but it’s not! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, and I’m in over my head, and I just want my friends back, but I can’t have them, and I just … I don’t know what to do anymore.”

The tears come in a flash flood. Exhaustion and self-pity roll over you. You’re sobbing even harder now, hunched over, and trembling in pain and sorrow and grief, with barely a pause to breathe as your frame is racked with the release of so many built-up emotions.

You think Spiderman’s left, but suddenly he’s holding you, warm and reassuring and real. You find yourself with your head buried in his shoulder, sobbing. He lets you cry it out, keeping you pressed tightly to him, and he’s making little noises into your hair, sounding positively pained that you’re miserable and he can’t do anything to help.

“I’ll take you home, okay?” He asks, once you’ve stopped crying.

All you can do is nod, still keeping your face buried into his neck.

He carries you into your room, through the window. He helps you to wash your makeup off, waits as you change out of your dress, helps you into bed, smoothing the covers over your still-trembling frame. Spiderman says goodnight, but you catch his hand and hold him there. You don’t want him to go, especially not when you feel so awful.

“Stay with me,” You whisper plaintively, like a small child. “Stay. Please.”

Fingers ghost through your hair, and you think you feel the brush of lips against your forehead. You think you hear Spiderman whisper a word back, but you’re too far gone to make it out.

Sirius Black & Remus Lupin (Harry Potter/Imagine/smut) part 2

The minute you entered the Big Hall you were stunned by the festive decoration. Sirius next to you wasn’t really paying much attention to the ambience, instead he just took your hand and walked you to the next table full of snacks and a big bowl of punch in the middle. “Let’s get this party started”, he grinned as he took a flask out of his rope. “You really can’t have fun without alcohol…can you?”, you watched him annoyed, pouring the gold-brown liquor into the punch, unnoticed by any teachers. “It’s not just for me, Y/N. These people need to loosen up a little bit…It’s like a funeral in here!”

Despite the fact that after Sirius got a lot of students slightly drunk, his mood stayed bored. You two were leaning against a wall, watching couples dancing past you. “What’s wrong Sirius, isn’t that your kind of fun? Getting yourself drunk and making fun about others?”, you asked through gritted teeth. You would rather be on the dance floor right now, dancing with your boyfriend, but sometimes Sirius can be really lame when it comes to being romantic. “I don’t know I’m not in the mood for partying tonight. Maybe we should call it a night.”, he shrugged his shoulders and you gave him a pretend shocked look. “Sirius Black, I think I misheard you! Did you just say you’re not in the mood for partying and that you want to call it a night? Who are you, and what have you done to my boyfriend?” “Nothing, I think I’m just tired!” “Oh, I think we have to do something against that!”, you smiled, before you grabbed him by his unmade tie and pulled him out of the Ball Room. The second Sirius realized what you were going to do, he gave you a devious smirk and followed you through the big entrance.

Making out while you were trying to find the way up to the Gryffindor Tower, was harder than you thought, but at some point you made it into Sirius dorm room. Pushing you into the room, Sirius barely shut the door, before slamming you against it. You groaned into the kiss, the roughness of the move taking your breath. Sirius just smiled against your lips, his hands already wandering towards the zipper of your dress.

“Ahem guys…?” the sudden voice made you two drift apart with shock. “Remus, what are you doing here?”, you asked with a pitched voice, starring at your best friend, who is sitting on his bed, his nose stuck in a book. “Learning for the upcoming Astronomy test…I told Sirius, that’s why I didn’t attend the ball! So could you guys be so kind and move your interactions to another room!” He moved his attention back to his book, blending out that the two of you were still in the room. You saw Sirius rolling his eyes before leaning down to you: “What do you think about showing Moony how to have some fun?” For a second you looked confused into Sirius eyes, before returning the grin that was on his lips. Knowing Remus was too occupied with his book, you asked Sirius to open the zipper of your dress.

Letting your dress slip from your shoulders you walked over to Remus, crawling onto his bed and between his legs. “Wha-What are you do-ing Y/N?”, he stuttered confused, as you took away his book and he realized that you were kneeling in front of him, just in your underwear. “I’m showing you how to have some fun!” You leaned down, but before you sealed your lips with his, you looked him in the eye waiting for his permission. “You-you know…the last time we did this…we-we were pretty drunk and I-I…”, swallowing hard his eyes were moving from your lips to your eyes and back again. “Come on Moony, have a little fun, if you want she is all yours tonight and I’m just watching. You need some more action in your life!” As a sign that he’s serious about it, Sirius walks over to his bad and sits down watching you two. Remus’ focus went back to you and you turned your head to the side in question, waiting for him to answer you. “You two are going to be the end of me!”

Instead of saying another word you closed the distance between the two of you and sealed your lips with his. Letting your hands wander over the white buttoned shirt, the only thing Remus was still wearing from his uniform, you slowly started to open one button after another. Remus wasn’t really doing much with his hands, except brushing his fingers through your hair. So you took the initiative, grabbing one wrist out of your hair and placing it on your butt. To your surprise Remus got the hint and started squeezing him, pulling you down, closer to his chest. As you’ve finally unbuttoned his shirt, you broke the kiss. Kissing down his jaw moving to his earlobe, you whispered with your hot breath: “What do you think Remus, should I slide down between your legs, taking you into my mouth, trying to swallow you whole? And once you’re almost over the edge I will release you and then slowly pulling you into me, riding you until you come screaming my name, like the last time? Or do you want to take the lead this time and show me, what fantasies are going on, in that little brain of yours?” To brace your words you grinded your hips down, feeling his hard cock twitching.

“Looks like, we aren’t the only ones in this room with dirty minds!”, you hear your boyfriend next to you, turning your face, you see him sitting on the edge of his bed, having a fist around his dick, smearing the pre-cum over his length. Before you can even give a reply you find yourself pushed into the bed sheets. Captivated by that fast movement you look up and find Remus on top of you with a smirk on his face. “Then let’s see, what I can do for you!”

He slowly started kissing down your neck, his hands moving behind your back, opening your bra. Having removed the piece, his lips were capturing your nipple. Making you moan as his warm and wet tongue brush over them.“Feels so good…” After licking and sucking on both your nipples until they were hard, Remus’ lips moved down further, past your underwear. You gave him a frustrated sigh. Remus just chuckled, as he took your thighs and spread them apart. Before you could make another sound Remus started kissing your inner thigh - close to your wetness – making you moan, as he kept sucking on it. “Don-don’t you dare leave any bruises be-between my legs…”, you tried saying in between your moans. Rather than giving you an answer he pulled down your panties in one smooth move. Suddenly being totally naked underneath your best friend, made you feel vulnerable and you pulled your legs together. Remus gave you a confused look from between your legs. Asking his silent question, if you are alright. You still didn’t move, but something in your eyes told him that you were okay. So he slowly pushed your legs apart again, kissing you on your inner thighs, upwards, until he gave you a soft kiss on your wetness.

Loosening up again you started grinding your hips down, towards his sweet mouth. “Y/N you have no idea how hot this is!” Your head moves back to your boyfriend who is fisting his dick in the rhythm of your hips. Watching him, getting off by the sight of you, made you moan his name – feeling Remus adding a finger to his tongue.

“Please just fuck me already…”, you whine impatiently as he was adding a second finger. All of a sudden his tongue and fingers disappear and you can feel him crawling up again. You open his pants fast and finally take out his hard erection, which makes Remus sigh in relief.

He slid out of his pants and sealed his lips with yours again, before moving into you with one easy, smooth move. Both of you moan at the sensation and you can hear Sirius next to you groan.

“She likes it hard Moony!”, you heard your boyfriend mumble, between his quickening breath. You didn’t know, if Remus heard him, but he instantly pulled almost all of him out, before slamming his cock back in, making you scream and if you’re lips haven’t been sealed with his lips, you would have been heard down in the Common Room.

“You’re so tight!”, Remus’ groaning as he’s gaining speed riding you closer to the edge.“Yeah Moony, make her come!”

“I’m so close…!”

The hard thrusts and the knowledge of having two boys in the room are enough for you, to get you over the edge.

Remus follows you seconds later, with your name on his lips. His arms gave in and he can just catch himself, before crashing on top of you. You hear Sirius next to you moan loud and you know that he just came all over his hand.

Remus carefully slid out of you and rolled next to you, still trying to come down from his orgasm. You face him trying to catch your breath as you said: “See, I told you, I can show you what fun is!” You chuckled as you felt the bed move on the opposite side. Sirius pushed himself under the blankets with the words: “If I share my girlfriend, you have to share your bed!” You just rolled your eyes, as you climbed under the blanket cuddling yourself into Sirius’ chest.

“I’m just going to sleep in your bed then Padfoot…”

“I wouldn’t”

“Why?”

“Because its full of cum!”, Sirius chuckles

“Like I said, you two are going to be the death of me!” That’s the last thing you hear, as you drift of, with a smile on your face.

By Lisa

Masterlist

Making Love

Rating: M

Summary: They say that there is a thin line between true love and stupidity… I don’t know where we fall Sakura, but who cares, right?


a/n: I wrote this right after my exams. I wrote this on a whim. I wrote this, not knowing I would be writing a fluff-smut fic.

This is a sort of sequel to Daddy-like Kid, starring Boruto and Sarada, but this fic can stand on its own. I don’t own Naruto. This is also posted in my Fan Fiction Account: AliceInRealWorld. I hope you guys will enjoy it! :3


I woke up with a sharp jolt. I didn’t have the time to remember the context of the nightmare. The dark room didn’t help. It only lured the images that had faded. The silence didn’t help. It only encouraged the voices of my distress that disrupted my sleep. It was the nightmare so disturbing that it left my heart to beat plangently, causing my ears to ring, making my head ache, tightening my chest.

Cold sweat started to secrete from my bare skin, mixing with the sticky precipitation that was produced from last night’s copulating.

I trembled. I waited for the pounding of my heart to slow down. I thought back the passionate hours to keep my mind from retracting in the darkness. I combated the blood-curling screams with the timbre of my Sakura’s pleased moans and small whimpers. I replaced the scenes of death with the picture of my wife’s pink hair, curtaining her bright green eyes as she erratically move her hips to achieve euphoria.

That’s right. It’s alright if I got roused again and had to relieve it by myself (it’s rude to wake someone up just for such insolent reason.)

I allowed myself to think of anything, everything, just to dispel affective residue of the nightmare.

Think of anything but that.

“Sasuke-kun.” I flinched.

A small, delicate hand patted my back. When I didn’t respond, the hand trailed on to my shoulder, squeezing it affectionately. She scooted closer so she can place her chin on the spot where the curse mark used to reside. “Do you want to talk about it?”

After hearing those words, the dangerous beating of my heart appeased. I bowed down and shook a no.

She made a sound behind her throat, a sign that she’s thinking of ways to distract me from my thoughts. The hand on my shoulder tickled its way down my sole arm. Her nimble fingers traced the visible veins and then it landed on my palm where she drew infinite spirals. She repeated this antic until my breathing went back to normal.

“I’m not supposed to say this.” She began as her hand clasped mine. She pressed her body closer, my bare back feeling her healthy breasts. “But I think Sarada has already forgotten about it, so I guess it is okay to share it.”

I squeezed her hand, silently encouraging her to continue.

She let out a giggle, “When Sarada was six she started a list that she called, ‘Things That I’m Gonna Tell Papa When He Comes Home.’

A small smile graced on my lips. I released Sakura’s hand then gently shrug her off. Understanding my actions, she moved away and began piling the pillows against the headboard. When that’s done, I rested my back on the make-shift lean. I opened my arm, gesturing her to come closer. She happily obliged. She took a small pillow, placed it on my nether region before sitting on my lap. I wrap my arm around her waist. She looped an arm round my neck. I pulled our comforter over our naked body.

“What does it contain?” I mumbled.

“Hmm…” She wondered as her fingers play with my hair. “On the… Let’s say, preface of her list, she said, ‘Papa comes home only once or twice a month. You have to persuade him to teach you something new.’ Then at the bottom, there’s a footnote that says, ‘You have to perfect everything that Papa teaches you Sarada! Shannaro!’

We chuckled quietly in unison. Nuzzling her cheek on the crook of my neck she continued, “If memory serves right, one of her anecdotes is when she finally perfected her shuriken throws. You should’ve seen her solo trainings Sasuke-kun. Every day, I had to tend her hands full of cuts and grazes.”

My eyebrows knotted as Sakura tells the story because of two reasons. One, old friends, regret and longing visited my chest. I wish I was there to see, watch her struggle for greatness.

“Oh! Speaking of training, next to shuriken throwing is, ‘The Day I Finally Created a Katon Goukakyuu!’” She made a circle in the air, her viridian eyes gleaming with pride. “She never faltered even if her cheeks are blistered!”

She laughed softly at the memory. She glanced up and reached for my forehead. “You know what Sasuke-kun?” She tenderly brushed away the bangs that’s covering my other eye then cupped my face, “She reminds me of you.”

And two-Sakura’s right, verbalizing my thoughts perfectly. Sarada reminds me of me, Sasuke, two decades younger. Sasuke with eyes that can shine even if they’re dark as coal. Sasuke who had his head lifted as he chase down his idol, his inspiration, his reason. Sasuke who died in my personal nightmare.

“She embodies you in so many ways. Not that I’m complaining though.” She sighed dramatically then pointedly followed, “But I wish a child would inherit some of my features.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Is that bad? That… she’s like me?”

‘lub-DUB…’

Do you think that she’ll also commit the same mistakes and sins that I did?

‘lub-DUB.’ Inferiority. ‘lub-DUB.’ Fear. ‘lub-DUB.’ Anxiety. ‘lub-DUB -!’

Do you think she’ll get lost on the darkness too?

‘LUB-DUB, LUB-DUB-!’ Trauma. ‘LUB-DUB, LUB-DUB-!’ Hatred. ‘LUB-DUB, LUB-DUB-!’ Loneliness-

‘LUB-DUB!’

The awful metamorphosis of my heart in the last moment of my childhood, hand in hand, the countless tomoe spiraled in to a constant repetition.

When can you say that you have atoned for the sins you have done?

“Sasuke, love.” I flinched.

Sakura ran her fingers through my hair as her other hand remained on my temple, keeping my bangs from covering my powerful eyes. She held their glare, showing no fear. “That’s not what I’m trying to say.”

I know. But…

“Is that bad?” I asked again, this time, it came out raspy and strained. “Do you think-”

She kissed the tip of my nose then pinched my cheeks, “Of course not! You got it all wrong Sasuke-kun!”

It was her blush and her futile effort to hide her breasts that supported her words, “ahhh I shouldn’t have said that! I’m sorry Sasuke-kun!”  

No. It’s my fault. Sometimes… This heart of mine falters easily when reminded of its old scars.

“Hn.” Having no idea how to return the ambiance of nostalgia, I turned my attention to her belly. In an attempt to distract myself from the rising panic, I started to map out the smooth pattern of her stretch marks.

She gasped at the touch. She replied by tugging at my hair. “It’s alright, Sasuke-kun.”

I have to turn the tables before this conversation went downhill. “What were you trying to say then?”

The crimson hue on her cheeks deepened. I pondered if it’s because the trail of my fingers was leading deep down to her thighs or it’s because of the illocutionary force behind her words.

Or maybe both.

“I remember another anecdote from her list.” She offered with voice strangled between decency and erotica. “T’was the d-day she went home late. Her eyes were puffy from crying and her glasses were broken.”

My hand paused when her words registered. “Who did it?” I asked sharply.

She massaged through my hair again to calm my nerves, “Sarada was bullied. When I asked her who and why, she won’t tell me because she knows that I’ll make a huge fuss about it.” She let out a melancholic sigh. “It was Naruto’s children who told me about it. Boruto explained, ‘we found her crying under the slide because some jerks broke her glasses and told her that she’s adopted.’

So that’s when she started to doubt her mother.

I pulled Sakura closer and planted a chase peck on her forehead.

She placed a hand on my chest as a response and connected the scars that decorate my skin. “But get this Sasuke-kun-Sarada entitled that anecdote ‘Daddy-like Kid.’ She cracked a smirk. “Himawari told me it was Boruto that calmed Sarada down.”

I kept my expression blank but no doubt she noticed my tense muscles. All of the emotions that surfaced because of the nightmare and unnecessary panic attack died down. However, to my demise, it was replaced by crazy assumptions, fueled by my fatherly instincts, suggesting of what could be the possible future of-

“Darling.” Sakura directed her lips on my ear, “Your jealous side is showing~”

I cringed back to glare at her properly, “I am not jealous.”

She narrowed her eyes mischievously, challenging my infamous glare, “oh really now.” She copied my smirk. “So it is fine that Sarada thinks of Boruto as-”

I dove down to capture her lips, preventing her from saying another word about the ridiculous matter. She giggled at my growls, still teasing through the use of lips and tongue and rising intimacy.

She tried to withdraw from the assaults of my mouth but failed ultimately. She instead let her body melt in to my dominance by audaciously asking for an entrance.

When I refused, she wrapped both arms around my neck and then swiftly shifted in to a straddling position to win back control. She now had me trapped between her legs, boldly showing what’s in between. And to further clarify the contexture of her demands, she lewdly ground her hips, flattening the pillow (and something else beneath it that’s throbbing) that prevents us from colliding.

I groaned out of frustration because that minimal amount of sensual pressure was not enough. And she took this as an opportunity to gasp for air as she annoyingly chortled. She brushed off my bangs again then placed her forehead to mine.

Our eyes met. “Are you okay now?”

I held her gaze. My heart picked up its pace. The countless, rotating tomoe dispel under her emerald eyes.  

Are you okay now?

Emerald eyes that have always been asking those words always have been looking at me even if it makes her cry. Those are the eyes that brought light to our coal black eyes, Sarada. The gleam that I never thought would come back. Those are the eyes that granted me the ability to think of a mirthful place in the midst of my chaotic mind. The place where all the forgotten beautiful memories reside that I never believed that could be revived.

           Am I okay now?

           Yes. Those are the emerald eyes that made me remember Sasuke who always die in the nightmares. Those are the beautiful eyes that beaconed as one of the proofs that there is something worth discovering, something worth protecting in this cruel world of ninjas.

“Sasuke-kun?” She caressed my cheeks.

           I captured her lips again, slowly, devotedly, reverting from the animalistic desires earlier. Her hands found their way to my hair again, tying knots, drawing me closer. My shoulders relaxed as the temperature of the room rose once again.

           Do you want to talk about it?

           It was my brother, Itachi’s love that demonstrated me the highest form of unmitigated familial love. It was the love that I have forgotten because it was buried underneath layers of deception, diffidence and corruption.

           “Sa-ku-ra…” My fingers outlined her spine with every syllable of her name, armed with the knowledge that the gesture turns her on.

           Yes. I want to talk about it but…

           It was Naruto, the idiot, which made me realize that I have someone who understands the pain and the loneliness of an orphaned kid starving for love-finding nothing but hatred. It was Naruto who swore that he would always willingly, stubbornly drag my ass back when I lost to the darkness again. It was him who taught me that it’s vacuous to sacrifice your own happiness so that you can cold-heartedly save the world.

           “S-sasuke…” She moaned as my lips ghosted to her jaw, then to her chin and then peppered hot nips on her neck. One of her hand relocated to my chest, drawing smooth lines leading leisurely down to my chiseled abs. She dared an experimental thrust, causing me to bite down at her pulse, earning herself a love mark and prizing me with the sweet sound of her whimpers.

           “Sakura…”

           -it was you who never did give up on loving me in spite of my countless, unforgivable attempts in ending your life. It was you-your lively eyes, your ever loyal heart, your boar-like determination that brought me in to conclusion that one of the justifiable means to obtain peace is to truly, faithfully, unconditionally love.

“Sasuke-kun…” She whined unabashedly as my lips latched themselves to one of her pink, perky breasts. Her hand ventured below the belt, trying to remove the pillow. It was my turn to halt her from getting what she wanted as I amorously embraced her closer, closer, until our torsos mashed. I rolled her other nipple between my teeth, making her arch her back, allowing me to behold a better view of her arousal.

I don’t know how to tell you.

I thought about it as I was on journey to redemption-it was Naruto and Itachi, my brothers who allowed me to forgive the world.

And that, it was team seven that reminded me what’s like to have a family.

“Sa-ku-ra-chan.” I mumbled against the valley of her bosoms. “You’re right…”

So, instead, let me show you…

-you who convinced me that it was time to forgive myself-

“A-about what, Sa-su-ke-kun?”

Let me prove to you…

-you, Sakura Uchiha, who strengthened our bond by graciously adopting my name even if you knew the burden it carried. Even if you knew I would be seldom home, resulting to numerous rumors about our marriage. For example, I chose you because of physical attraction or maybe because I couldn’t be bothered to search for a more suitable vassal to restore the Uchiha Clan.

I returned to her sweet lips and muttered, “I would love to make, I mean, see a child bearing your features~”

That I’m forever thankful…

As a respond to those accusations, you intrepidly showed those people, who would never understand, that the time you can truly say that it is love is when-even if every bits and pieces of flaws are laid bare and even if hope is just a small ray of light, it is enough to sacrifice, to inspire one in holding on and moving on along love and hate.

She shivered at my words. I tried to subtly slide away the pillow between our… a, object of desire but she ceased my attempt by clutching my waist with her muscled legs, pressing her drenched core to my abdomen.

That I love you too.

Darling… I want you to know that one of the things that Sarada listed…” She pulled at my hair to make me look at her irises again, staring me down, stating that her next words are quite important.

They say that there is a thin line between true love and stupidity…

“…she wants a baby brother…”

…I don’t know where we fall Sakura. But, who cares, right?

I narrowed my eyes mischievously, enjoying that flustered expression she had on her face, “oh really now.” I smirked.

We just love.

My hand moved on its own, searing every inch of skin it fondled.

“I love you Sasuke-kun…” She proclaimed once again.

These words are left unsaid yet you understand.

But before my lone hand wandered to the area where it would minister miracles (as she describes it)it folded into an all too familiar hand sign to give Sakura’s forehead a light tap.

That’s the reason why I chose you.

And it will always be you…


a/n: haha hope you guys enjoyed it. Been loving these two for a decade and thank heavens they’re canon. Don’t you think so too?

anonymous asked:

Here's a prompt! How about an elriel fic where Elain has a nightmare and az comforts her?

I love Elriel as a couple, but I have a hard time writing about them for some reason. This prompt was so sweet, though, that it came pretty quick! Thank you, Anon, for submitting! I hope y’all enjoy.


Originally posted by kissing-pleasure

I felt the shadows begin to creep when her scream woke me from my sleep.

The couch. I had fallen asleep on the couch after I carried her to bed. She wasn’t feeling well, she said, so I carried her up the stairs and laid her down, tucked her in. I came back down to….

The coffee table was covered in knives. Ah, yes. I came back down to sharpen my-

She screamed again, my name this time, and I was halfway up the staircase before she could finish the third syllable.

I almost ran into the wall when the hallway took a sharp turn, and blinked a few times before my eyes fully adjusted to the darkness. I stumbled into the doorway as she began to pant. I could smell the sweet, salty scent of her sweat, of her tears.

“Elain?”

She was sitting up in our bed, the blankets tangled around her as if she’d been thrashing.

“Azriel…” she breathed, her eyes opening for the first time.

I approached her, slowly and gently, careful not to frighten her. This had been happening less and less, the nightmares, but she still had them occasionally. Typically, I was lying right next to her, but this time I was not.

Her breathing was slowing down, becoming normal, as her eyes refocused. 

“I’m sorry,” I apologized, taking a seat next to her on the mattress. “I must have dozed off downstairs.”

I brushed my thumbs along her cheekbones, drying the thin streams that had formed.

She shook her head. “It’s okay, I’m fine. I just….forgot where I was for a minute.”

“What was it this time?” I asked, mildly, into the silent night.

“Bloodshed,” she sighed, “the….war. All of it.”

The King’s head. That’s what she usually saw when the nightmares came.

When I could tell she had regained sense of who she was, of who I was, I pulled her back against the pillows. Lying her head on my bare chest, and wrapping an arm around my waist, she sighed. “Do they ever go away?”

I wanted to say yes, that eventually the pain and the visions disappeared. But, I couldn’t. I wouldn’t lie to her, get her hopes up. “No. They become easier….they become less, but they don’t go away.”

She didn’t seem disappointed, or surprised. “That’s what Feyre said, too.”

Her fingers slid in between mine as I stroked her cheek, gently, with the tips of my fingers.

I hated these moments. I hated hearing her panic, seeing her eyes out of focus, lost, forgetting where and when she was. Elain was stronger than she allowed people to believe. She could handle it. She always came back to me, she never got so lost in the nightmare that she broke. But, I still hated it. It still destroyed me every time. It still terrified me to see it, to watch it play through.

“Your shadows,” she gasped.

I hadn’t realized that I closed my eyes, that I had let my guard down.

The shadows. The shadows had consumed us, surrounding us like the night sky. I could hardly see her face, could hardly see the worry in her eyes, the awe of that disastrous beauty.

I collected my emotions, my thoughts, and reeled in the black, incandescent clouds.

“Azriel…” she began, then stopped.

I kissed the temple of her forehead, and apologized. “I wish I could take your pain away.”

She laughed, and the sweet melody took me by surprise. “You do. Everyday.”

Surprise must have lit my features because she climbed on top of me, straddling my waist and slowly, carefully, slid her hands under my neck. “I was broken when I met you. I was broken, and you brought me back to life. That pain that you found me in….that pain has continued to lessen since the day I met you. I am so happy, Az. I don’t hurt anymore, I’m not scared.” Her smile faltered, “Not when I’m awake, anyway.”

I brushed the golden strands behind her pointed ear. I didn’t know what to say, I wasn’t good at finding words of comfort. Instead, I pulled her down against my chest and rubbed her back, under her nightgown, until her eyes closed and her breathing became steady.

I wasn’t leaving. I laid there, for the rest of the night, until the beauty that was the night sky of Velaris disappeared and the sun rose over the mountains. I laid there, rubbing her back, whispering into her ear how much I loved her, how I would never leave her, how I would protect her at all costs.

Not that Elain couldn’t protect herself. She was a warrior. A beautiful, gentle warrior.

Princess - Chapter 2

1: https://taesbabu.tumblr.com/post/159495964985/princess-chapter-1

Group/member: BTS // Yoongi

Genre: Supernatural, romance ? (vampire!au)

Word count: 1284

Summary: You find out why Yoongi is at the castle and can you really trust some vampires? Or any vampire? Things are going to change from now on, and especially you and Yoongi.


Originally posted by yoongichii

“Y/N”, you heard your mother call from outside your bedroom door. “Come down, we’re having a meeting”, you walked down to the meeting room your parents liked to use for “family” talks. Two maids opened the big door in front of you as you walked in you saw some familiar faces but mostly new ones. Who are all these people? You stood there looking around the room as your gaze fell on one man sitting at the end of the table. Yoongi. He saw you looking at him, giving you a small wink. You turned around walking towards your brother, leaning down to whisper him in the ear. “What is this?” You asked him.  “Apparently something to do with the war peace thing father was talking about” He told you as you sat down besides him. You sat there throughout the whole meeting, not being able to take your eyes off the mysterious vampire, you had met some times now. As the meeting was over you didn’t catch one bit of what they were talking about and to be honest you didn’t understand why you had to be there. Was it really safe to trust these creatures? What was your father planning? “Y/N, wait” You heard your father behind you. As you turned to ask what it was, you saw Yoongi standing on his side. You gave him a questioning stare. “This is Min Yoongi, he has promised to take good care of us and make sure no trouble with the other vampires happen”, your father looked between you two, Yoongi gave you a smile. “And you trust him?” You huffed, giving them a fake smile and walking away.

 “What are you thinking cooperating with these idiots”, you heard from the room you just walked past. You slowed down taking some careful steps back. “Just wait, they’re weak. They will all fall soon and we will take over” You held your breath peeking through the small space between the wall and the door to see whom it was. Just as you saw the pale figure his head turned around and you ran off. You ran your way to the top of the castle, it being your favorite place to relax. As you looked down on your feet you pumped into somebody. You felt hands on your sides steadying you. “Careful there, princess”, you looked up at the smirking man in front of you, feeling the wind in your hair. His eyes darkened while his smirk was faded away. He let you go and turned around walking towards his tower. You reached your hand out after him “Wait!” You yelled out after him, not sure why. He stopped, taking a moment before he turned around with an expressionless look on his face. You were annoyed for actually speaking to him, but you needed to know. “Can you please explain to me what is going on?” Your hands were shaking, while you rolled your eyes annoyed by your own behavior since what you actually wanted was to ignore him. He just looked at you, that stupid smirk plastering his face again. “Make sure to be awake at midnight, princess” He told you and walked away again.

 This was a bad idea you thought, meeting a vampire alone in the middle of the night. What if he were going to kill you, bite you, and drink your red blood watching your colorful skin turn more and more pale by the second. You shuddered at the thought brushing it away. You looked at the clock. It was twelve and now what? You heard a thud outside on your balcony and you walked slowly over, opening the long curtains. The door suddenly opened and in came Yoongi. His eyes looked towards you as he closed the door. “You ready?” His low voice asked. You felt your heart beat go faster. “What?” you asked confused, leaving your lips a little parted. “Really?” He laughed sitting down on your couch making himself comfortable. You slowly came back to your senses finally realizing what he was talking about, mentally slapping yourself. “Oh, yeah right” You awkwardly chuckled sitting down on a chair in front of him. “Where do you want me to start and what do I get in return?” He asked you, crossing his legs. “First of all, you can call me Y/N, and maybe why you’re here?” You told him, trying to stay cool. “Ok Y/N, but I must confess calling you princess has come to my liking these past days” You rolled your eyes, giving him a hint to start. “Well I’m here because of what your father said, the whole humans and vampires going together thing is because they have made a deal to protect each other from the other city who has the werewolves on their team. Now I’m not a big fan of you little humans so to be honest I don’t really like this plan, but since I’m under my master’s orders I don’t have a choice”, he told you. “It’s all a long story, you will understand after a while, princess” You stood up, his eyes following your body, the tension around you changing for some reason as his eyes darkened to this deep red almost black color. You walked over to your window. You heard his footsteps getting closer as you now heard his voice by your ear. “Now what do I get in return?” he asked his eyes falling on your neck. You stiffened, holding your breath as you felt your hands get clammy. “No need to worry, princess. Relax” His voice was a soft. You felt his hands on your shoulders turning you around. You breathed out, too scared to look him in the eyes feeling awful over the fact that you actually liked the feeling of his cold hands on your skin. His finger touched your chin making you look him in the eyes. “I thought you didn’t like humans” You told him, trying to ignore his stare. He chuckled. “You’re more than human, babe”, you literally choked air right there hearing his last word making him chuckle more. You were frozen, paralyzed. Your body doing the exact opposite of what you kept telling yourself. Did you have a death wish? Right then you felt the place his cold hands were placed burn. It hurt so much you jumped back. You touched your shoulder looking at for marks. “Are you okay?” Yoongi asked. Was that worry in his voice? “Why do you care?” You mumbled, seeing the place his hands had been now with a red moon, it looked like someone had carved it on your skin. You looked at him. “What’s this?” You asked your tone getting louder. He looked worried but there was also something else you couldn’t understand what was, do vampires have emotions? Before you could call his name he ran off. You groaned walked to the mirror, checking your shoulder. Every time you touched it you felt something on your fingertips. You walked back to your bed, picking up a note on your nightstand. “You better be more careful from now on”, it said. Trying to understand what it meant you lay down, trying to get some sleep. It was hard, as your thoughts wouldn’t shut up.

 You woke up, it still being dark outside. It must still be night you thought. You looked around the room seeing a shadow move outside your window. Your heart went faster while your breathing got heavier. You pulled your blanket closer up your face as the shadow disappeared. It was cold and the only light in your bedroom was the moon. It was quiet, too quiet you thought.


Note: I have no idea where this story is going, literally just writing anything that pops into my mind. If you have any ideas to the story, tell me ;) Next chapter is going to be fluff I think. Thanks for reading<3

46. Reflection (ft. BTS’ Jimin)

© photo not mine. 

Pairing: Reader/Jimin

Genre: Vampire!Jimin, Fluff, FantasyAU, Fairy!Reader, implied smut (?), lots of babys and darlings and loves, oneshot

Summary:  Who said that vampires led easy lives? For one, they can’t even look at themselves through a mirror. Even at the advent of new technology, they can’t even take a picture through a camera, but Jimin needs everything to be perfect for the biggest ball of the year…

Words: 1,286

“Jimin? Are you done yet?” you called from the room as you checked your reflection, your cream dress was spotless and your translucent pinkish green wings sparkled under the vanity lights. Some days, you were glad that you were a fairy because it means that your skin was almost always naturally glowing in the eyes of your fellow night creatures.

“Just a second, darling!” he answered from the bathroom. You caught a sight of Jimin’s black ensemble earlier and you couldn’t help but stare at how it heavily contrasted against his alabaster skin.

“We’re going to be late if you don’t hurry up, love. You know how my parents always expect me to be on time because I have wings.” You nagged playfully, sitting down on the bed that you both shared and allowed your legs to dangle off the edge. “I’m sure you look perfect, Jimin. You’re a vampire, you’re supposed to be irresistible.”

You heard a loud, exasperated sigh followed by an equally frustrated groan as Jimin stepped outside of the bathroom or more accurately, stomped right in front of you. He was wearing his tuxedo for the annual butterfly ball, a ball thrown by Lee Sooman every year where all the imaginable creatures of the night are in attendance. Your parents included, of course.

If you were to give your biased, love-struck opinion, he looked incredibly sexy and alluring and lust-inducing… Okay, maybe you should stop right there, but he’s handsome, alright. His protective jewelry was on (no silver, of course), his gray eyes were alluring despite the obvious annoyance in them and his lips looked absolutely scrumptious. Sometimes, you wonder if he had secretly turned you into a vampire because you never seem to sate your thirst for him.

He took your wide eyes and slacked jaw as a sign of disgust instead of pleasant surprise.

“I know, I look awful.” He frowned and you hastily shook your head. “My hair’s a mess, baby.”

You blinked at him. “It’s beautifully disheveled, love. Besides, you can always just look in the m…” your voice trailed off because you slowly realized what you were saying.

If Jimin’s frown could get deeper, it definitely did as he crossed his arms to look at you. He pursed his lips and raised an eyebrow at you, urging you to continue your statement. You jumped off the bed and tried to push him to sit instead but he wouldn’t budge. You knew you didn’t stand a chance when he finally said, “Look in what?”

“Uhhhhh…” you went on for a solid 10 seconds before giving up and smiling sheepishly at him. “Nevermind, Chim… Look, sit down and I’ll do it for you.”

“I want to hear you say it.” He pushed, proving his resilience (or stubbornness) by taking a step forward while you instinctively take a step back. Vampires were predatory in nature, after all.

You gulped and smiled again, hoping to charm him with the fairy glitter that came off your wings. “Sorry, Jimin. I wasn’t thinking…”

“Say it.” He said more firmly this time, his sweet voice changing into the daunting tone he uses when he’s trying to intimidate a prey or an enemy.

“M-M-Mirror… But you can’t and I’m stupid, sorry.” You stammered out, wondering if he was compelling you to spit it out or he was just naturally convincing.

“Okay, I forgive you, but can you help me with my hair?” his eyes softened in a split-second and you suddenly remembered why you had trust issues. “I want to impress your parents. You know that our family doesn’t exactly have the best reputation.”

“Your family has the best reputation among all the vampires in the country, if not the world, Jimin.” You scoffed at him, trying to make him sit again on the bed and this time, he complies. You went to your vanity to grab a brush and rummaged through the bathroom for Jimin’s pomade.  “A bad hair day isn’t going to change that. Besides, you can always convince them with that smile of yours.”

At your words, his lips immediately broke out into a smile and his eyes disappeared behind the crescents that his lids had become. You wrinkled your nose at him and began your work on his hair. He has always been one of those people, mortal or not, who was very particular with his hair. In fact, and you were going to bet your wings on this, he probably doesn’t realize that he literally runs a hand through his hair once every minute.

You suddenly felt very proud that he was allowing you to style his hair that you remarked, “But honestly, the messy look would’ve worked on me.”

You realized, a second later, when you were pinned under him on the bed that you had made a mistake. “The messy look works on me too, babe. You know I’d really like to mess up this little bun you got over here.” He grazed the top of your head with his fingers as he continued to hover over your lips.

“J-Jimin, we’re going to be late…” you moaned out, not very convincing, but at least you tried. “I spent hours on this look too.”

“You’re a fairy, you’re naturally glowing.” He murmured, imitating your previous compliments. “Besides, I really like it when you let your hair down.”

You bit your lower lip, slowly being persuaded by his compliments. It doesn’t help that he was using a raspy voice while saying them. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to win over your heart, but your eyes simply popped right open with a weak warning falling from your lips, “Okay, but I swear to Lee Sooman, if you ruin my dress, I’ll turn you into a toad.”

He smirked and leaned down to capture your lips in a smoldering kiss. He bit your lower lip gently with his protruding fangs, distracting you from the fact that his hand was already around you, dragging the zipper of your dress open.

“Why do you look like you did your hair in the car on the way here?” was your mother’s first statement when brought you aside just as you arrived at the ball. It took all of your self-control to stop you from saying that she was dead-on. Jimin didn’t help either by continuously saying that you smelled so delicious after your little activity, but you kept swatting him away because bite marks on your neck are not the accessories you had in mind.

You tried to smooth out the tangles in your hair by running a hand over it. Your mother helped out and took a pin out of her own hair to fix yours. “Jimin and I… ran into a little mishap.”

“Oh god, I don’t want to hear it.” She rolled her eyes and went to look for your father who was eagerly shaking Jimin’s hand across the room. He caught your eyes and briefly winked at you. His cheekier self always emerges when you give in to his ploys.

Your cousin immediately shimmied to your side and said, “Too bad your fiancé can’t see his reflection…” she remarked and you could read in Jimin’s expression that he could hear every word. You wanted to cover your cousin’s mouth, but she already breathed out the next words. With the click of her tongue, she remarked, “…if he did, he’d know how devilishly handsome he is.”

“I think it’s better that he didn’t. The world isn’t ready for a more flawless version of all that… and honestly, I don’t think I could handle it.” You could see the smirk that played on Park Jimin’s face and you sighed in defeat.

a/n: inspired by a post made by @memeufacturing a long time ago and was reposted by someone on instagram. Part of my ongoing 100 theme writing challenge. This was more of a crack fic, but not on crack? lol hope you liked it! tbh I wrote this for myself so if ya’ll don’t like then… idk I’ll cry?

anonymous asked:

So what would you say your favorite brands and palettes for eye shadows are? Eyeliners too? Also you're lovely and hope you have a great day/night

Lately, I’ve been wearing Black Moon Cosmetics “Cosmos” Cosmic Eye Dust pretty much any time I do makeup, also using it as liner under my eyes, with a little bit of Fyrinnae’s “Lady Glamis” Arcane eye shadow dusted around the outer edges of the whole thing, because I am all about the extra glitter right now.

(And tho’ I absolutely DO NOT NEED any more eye shadow, Aromaleigh announced the Fatalis II collection, and ::flailyhands:: .

Those three brands are my favorites right now for individual colors. If I do use a palette (in case I inexplicably feel like wearing matte eye shadow), I use the Kat von D Shade + Light quad in “Plum”.  BE WARNED: the largest pan with what looks like a pale pink color is NOT pale pink, but a weird orange-y terra cotta shade. I ended up scraping it out of the pan and mixing and pressing in a bunch of Blood Moon from Fabled Fragrances.

For pencil eyeliners, I stick with Make Up For Ever’s Aqua XL. For liquid, you will pry my tube of MAC Liquidlast out of my undead hands. However, BE WARNED: Liquidlast is not a liquid liner for novices. It’s thick, it takes a while to dry (as in, I use a hair dryer set on “cold” so it will dry, instead of waiting the 2-3 minutes it would take otherwise), and once it’s dry, the only thing that will get it to budge is an oil-based remover. Liquidlast has held up through concerts, dancing, and the horrible months of daily crying after my mother passed away. 

My Toddmortal

Hi my name is Jason Peter “Edgy white hair” Todd and I have black hair with white streaks (that’s how I got my name) and icy white eyes like mask holes and a lot of people tell me I look like Scott Lobdell (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Kyle Rayner but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a dead guy but my teeth are straight and white. I don’t have pasty white skin like that asshole Joker. I’m also a assassin, and I go to a cool cave in Gotham City where I’m training under Bruce “fuck off” Wayne. I’m a angsty emo teen (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a red helmet with a face, and a domino mask underneath it, a brown jacket and a black shirt with a bat on it. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Gotham and stealing tires. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. Bruce Wayne stared at me. I put up my middle finger at him.

Careful what you wish for Chapter 1

Originally posted by wonhontology

She loses hope she will ever see him again. And even if she does, will he remember her?

Fantasy AU

Main character - Monsta X Kihyn


It all started after I woke up in a hospital. At first I was terrified, confused and I thought I was crazy. Fifth or sixth time it happened I already enjoyed it way much I wanted to admit to myself. But after months and months I was exhausted. I just wanted it to end. But I didn’t have the idea how.


Working in a broadcast station was all I ever wanted. My current job was, well, not even close to where I wanted to be. But you have to start from somewhere. And oh boy, I started straight from the bottom.

I am a staff assistant. So not even staff on its own, but their assistant. Yeah, you guessed it right. There wasn’t lower position than mine. I do whatever I am told, and that basically means I run those errands no one wants to.

But I can’t complain. All I need is to work hard and I know I will progress and get that dream job one day. Also, seeing handsome idols every day at work is something I never get tired off. Even though I just pass them water or towels, collect their mics and other minor jobs I actually get to see them up close.

Or I could be deceiving myself. I can’t even tell lately. My life has gotten to its lowest point and I have been walking around miserable, with no actual friends, boyfriend or money. And seeing idols up close did get boring at one point.

Mostly because they don’t mind me at all. It’s like I don’t even exist. If I do make eye contact with some of them it looks like they are looking straight through me.

I’m sick of this. They all act like I don’t exist, but I just wish we could be closer, I’m sure we would get along so well.  I’m a human being too, you pretentious little… I grab the towel that someone threw at me and start kicking and hitting the air out of frustration.

Loud bang and before I could do anything, huge speaker was falling right at me.

And that was the last thing I remember before waking up in that hospital room.


My face is washed and I’m in soft pajamas, snuggled in warm bed with new episode of drama on, happy that I’ll get to sleep in tomorrow since I got few days off.

At some point I doze off, yawning so hard my whole mouth is wide open and my eyes shut. I stretch my whole body and open my eyes again.

“You had a long day today, huh?”

“Yeah, you can’t even imagine how tired I am right now.”

Wait. Who am I talking to?

I rub my eyes and take a look around me.

This is not my room.

I look at the other side and jump out of the bed from shock.

“Hey,  what are you doing?! Get back to bed and go to sleep. It’s already late.”

I rub my eyes again and shake my head. He’s still there. Tall and skinny with milky white skin, high bridged nose and round lips.

He catches me starring and smiles, his lips getting rectangular shape and his eyes squinting.

“I know you like me but let’s not make it that obvious.”

“K…K…Ken” I somehow stutter and point my index finger in his direction.

“Ken? You never call me that.” Confusion is on his face but it quickly fades.

“For you I’m Jaehwani oppa” he says it cutely and turns the lights off. “Now go to sleep.”

And just like that he shuts the door, leaving me alone lying in what I suppose is his bed.


The next morning I woke up in my bed. It was all a dream I was telling myself just because how crazy it sounded.

Until the next time. And let me tell you, my reaction was even worse than the first time, because I was pretty sure I have gone crazy.

By the fifth time I got used to it. It was then when I met Rap Monster. Or Namjoon how he told me to call him. We spent the whole night talking and drinking, laughing and reading poetry to each other.  

It was always one idol per week. All the same. I get ready to sleep, and just when I yawn, I open my eyes and puff, I’m in their rooms. They act completely chill, talk with me a little and then put me to sleep. I’m always their best friend, but what’s interesting is that I always have a different name. At first I was correcting them but they just ended up telling me not to joke and went on with that name. So I let them. I wanted to be their friend even with different name, so I pretended it didn’t matter.

After few months and various idols I met, Namjoon appeared next to me again. I was out from happiness.  After we spent that beautiful night together, all I wanted was to meet him again.

But, he called me different name than the last time we were together. When I told him about all the things we did and what we talked about he told me I was crazy for making it up.

And then was when I realised. After I go to bed they completely forget about me. Like I never existed in their lives before. Well, the truth was I have never been part of their lives, so I don’t know what made me think otherwise? Just because I spent half an hour with them, or that they called me their best friend we were actually friends?

No. I was there for these mere few hours a night, and after that it was like I never existed.

Another few months have passed and I was tired of this. I just wanted to make it stop, somehow cancel this crazy thing that was going on, but I had no idea what started it, yet alone how to stop it.


And that takes me to tonight and what I believe is the beginning of the end to this.

Always the same routine, I get ready to bed, yawn and I’m there.

I open my eyes and see unfamiliar dorm.

“You’re sure you want the upper bed? You always sleep down.”

He’s right. I hate bunk beds because I have this crazy fear I will roll over and fall down.

I turn my head to side to see who it is tonight.

I’m met with small face with pointy chin and prominent cheekbones. His raven black hair is ruffled and parted in middle. His face is bare, glistening under the room light.

“Yeah… I would like to sleep down if it’s not a problem.” I shyly say after I take the time to admire his face.

“Sure, not a problem at all.” He smiles and steps away from the bed frame, leaving me space to get down.

Once I’m on the ground I notice he’s not that tall, and rather skinny, but his eyes shine so bright and his smile is so wide it keeps me mesmerized.

I carefully turn around and bend to get into the lower bed when he grabs my hand.

“Hey, Y/N, is everything okay?” His voice is gentle and concerned, so melodic that I almost miss what he just said.

“How did you just call me?”

“Y/N. Why?” Dark haired boy seems even more concerned now.

My name. It’s the first time someone called me by my name. But what is this supposed to mean?

“Are you not feeling well? Do you want me to get you something?” His concern is so touching, I don’t know why but I have this weird feeling, I say to myself looking at the guy in front of me who’s now holding me carefully with both of his hands.

Kihyun-ah come on, hurry up! someone is shouting from outside the room.

I’m coming in five. Kihyun responds and turns his attention back on me.

Suddenly I feel dizzy and my body is becoming heavy, my tongue twisted and I find it hard to stand. It feels like someone is not allowing me to stay awake. Kihyun carefully puts me to bed, never letting go of my hand.

“I’m sad. There is people all around me but I feel so lonely.”

Kihyun tightens his grip on my palm and I feel his soft skin against mine. His hand is not that bigger than mine, but it fits perfectly. He holds it with so much care and delicacy, that there’s growing heat in pit of my stomach.

“You’re not lonely, you have me. Whatever it is, you can tell me Y/N.”

My eyelids start to shut and I feel light. My brain is working but the words I want to say don’t get out.

“Next time. I will tell you next time.” I hazily say. “Just promise me one thing.”

“Anything you want” Kihyun softly says, his tender voice lulls me to sleep even more.

“You’ll remember.”

“Remember what?” Kihyun’s confused but doesn’t raise his voice. He sits next to me, carefully listening to my words.

“Just remember me.”

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anonymous asked:

You should put some information about yourself on your mystery girl post!! That way she isnt worried shes contacting thte wrong person

oh uh here’s some info about me from that night:
-black and real hair, pulled up
-wearing platform sandals
-white ringer tee with red collar and rings on the sleeves
-black leggings
-talking very loud because i was schwasted
-uh i also have like a high voice I’m a soprano if that means anything
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EDIT: also I had a tiny temporary rainbow tattoo under my left eye and here is a pic of me from right before the Kiss™ 

Fallen Star | Zach Dempsey

Originally posted by oriondiary

Warning: suicide attempt

The week was long and it wasn’t anything close to good.

Earlier in the week I had gotten into an argument with mum about my future after high school and the fact that I had no idea of what I wanted to do caused her to get mad at me, so I was basically avoiding going home, either sleeping at other people’s houses or going home super late when mum would be asleep, which made me extremely tired.

School wasn’t any better because it was raining all the time so everyone’s mood was gloomy, usually Zach made it better, but he wasn’t here this week because of a basketball tournament, so I felt more depressed than usual. Though we texted and talked on the phone every day, I needed him, the real him. I needed him to hold me when I cried, to tell me everything was going to be alright and to distract me from the thunder that without effort scared me to my core.

And to keep the list going, some particularly nasty students decided to bully me again, and I say again it’s because they used to but stopped because Zach and the basketball team told them to back off, but now that I was alone they took their opportunity. Pushing me down in the middle of the hall ways, slamming my books out of my hands and onto the floor, and they even went as far as following me home to bash me up today, just because their image was tarnished when they were cast away from the popular group for bullying me.

I limped home this afternoon with a black eye and bruises all over my body, I knew Zach was coming home today but my body was too hurt and drained to even have an ounce of excitement or happiness inside of me. I sighed as I stood in my underwear in front of my bathroom mirror, looking over the purple blotches over my body. Some would say I looked close to death, my skin had lost some of its colour, and my eyes had dark bags under them. I opened my mirror to check for band aids but instead I saw a bottle of pills, I grabbed the bottle and sat on the bathroom floor.

After half an hour of looking over the bottle and remembering my hard week, it felt right. I immediately swallowed as many pills as I could than began to feel light headed, I laid on the ground starting to cry as my body began to hurt until eventually everything faded to black.

*Zach’s Point of View*

The team and I had finally gotten back into town, a little earlier than expected so I was excited to get y/n back, weirdly enough they hadn’t been answering my calls or texts, so I decided to surprise them and head straight to their house.

I groaned to myself seeing as the sky was dark, that meant a storm was coming, y/n must have been feeling uneasy, which is why they didn’t answer their phone. I walked up y/n’s driveway and noticed none of the lights were on so I assumed y/n had fallen asleep straight after school.

I opened the front door with a key y/n had given me, the house was cold which was weird, y/n liked to make the house warm when a storm was coming or else it would be freezing later on. I stalked up the stairs and started to feel like something was wrong, I dropped my bag at y/n’s closed door and quietly opened it in case they were sleeping.

I opened the door ajar to peek in but nobody was on the bed, I pushed the door open more and walked inside, there was no sign of life but y/n’s backpack was left outside the bathroom door. I instantly opened it, I gasped as I saw y/n unconscious on the floor clutching a now empty bottle of pills.

“Baby?” I rushed and took them into my arms, I checked for a pulse, it was weak so I quickly called an ambulance crying as I feared losing the love of my life.


*Y/N’s P.O.V*

Beep. Beep. Beep. I woke to an unfamiliar sound. I opened my eyes to a blinding light, I lifted my hand to cover my eyes and noticed the heart monitor on my finger and a hospital wrist band. I groaned as I remember what happened, I wondered why I was even still alive, my mother wouldn’t have come home until late hours of the night which I assumed would be too late to save me.

But then I saw him, a familiar head of raven black hair rested next to me, Zach’s sleeping face captured my attention, his messy locks made it clear to me he was distraught and the constant movement of his resting eyes seemed as though he was searching for something. I sighed and pushed his hair back but he instantly shot up in a rush.

“You’re awake! Are you okay? Why did you do that?” Zach pleaded for answers.

I sighed and whimpered starting to cry, Zach instantly came to my side and held me in his arms, “It’s been such a hard week, especially without you. Mom hates that I don’t have a plan for my life and the bullies are back.”

“Those assholes? Fuck, when I get my hands on them they’re as good as dead.”

I sniffed and cuddled more into Zach’s chest, taking in his scent and listened to his heart.

“Y/N you once told me you feared thunder, so the next time there was a storm I drove out in the middle of the night to you because I knew you were scared. You remember?” I nodded, “I came to your place with your favourite food and held you until the storm was over, and when it was we looked out your window over all the stars that were once hidden behind the clouds and then I looked at you … and I realised the stars were concealed in your eyes as well, behind all your fear, is something beautiful. That night I made a promise to myself to always be there from you and help you overcome your fears that cloud your mind because that spark of greatness inside of you deserves to be let out and I’m going to be here for you no matter what.”

During his speech I began to cry tears of joy and hugged him tighter, “We will overcome this, one step at a time, together, okay? Because you’re my fallen star, alright? And I’m not going to stop until you’re shining again.”

I smiled brightly as Zach kissed my forehead and held me tightly in his arms, for the first time in my life I was sure about my future, that no matter where I ended up, I was going to be with him.


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||❥ love cafe (m)

j e o n g h a n ! s c e n a r i o

Originally posted by amillionwon

word count: 11k

genre: smut + angst + fluff + the whole hiddly doo

synopsis; neither you or yoon jeonghan are in search of love when you enter the love cafe. he’s closed off, noticeably smug and just in search for pleasure, while you’re rather timid yet curious.. and in search for money. now there is only one question, do you really find love at the love cafe?


It was mid December when you found yourself set in a brisk pace down the sidewalk, wispy little flakes of cotton floating quite leisurely from the sky and enveloping every surface in a crisp, white blanket. 

You were hardly paying notice to the people around you, a litany of meaningless apologies cascading from your lips when you bumped into someone stopping to admire the bell tower, or carve their name into a fresh sheet of snow. Whether or not they believed your intoned apologies wasn’t a concern of yours, something a little different ricochetting in your skull like a baby rattle.

You came to an abrupt halt upon the first view of your destination, a foggy exhale tinging the parched air as you recalled the bittersweet memories that reminded you of the warm beige building. It was hard to fathom that you had finally returned to the very place you’d sworn up and down, potent venom staining your pupils and fingernails digging crescent moons into your breakable flesh. 

Though it seemed like the resentment that ballooned in your stomach for months upon months to come wasn’t enough to demolish that single pang of regret.

After all, this was the building where you earned your money, where you were able to afford an apartment and still have enough cash left to tend to yourself. Some people completely shunned this location as a whole, utterly baffled to the reason of why some fell to this method of earning money, while others couldn’t stop themselves from entering, feet guiding them directly through the front door of spotless glass and into an atmosphere that was cordial and comforting.

Yes, that very building was the one you were entering right now, a tiny bell ringing when you pushed through the entrance and inhaled the enriching aroma of vanilla and cinnamon. Only one place could emanate with so much mellifluous laughter and pleasant chatter, and that place happened to be the Love Cafe.

Immediately your eyes feasted upon the rows of booths, all embroidered with plush velvet seats and rose so white and pure as the centre piece. Your heart slowly pulsed with a rekindled ache, memories etched into every corner of the room and more popping out at you during your walk to the counter. A different girl now took her place at the computer, mouse clicking away and smoothly manicured nails punching letters into the keyboard. She aimed a stare more soft than satin toward you, her heart shaped lips now tugged into a smile,

“Are you checking in?”

After fishing around in your pocket for a slip of thin card stock, you handed it across the counter, a lump suddenly forming in your throat. “I am.”

She pressed a few things into the keyboard and tampered with the mouse, her brows that were tightly pinched together in focus now relaxing. “Ah yes, you are Y/N! It’s been awhile since you’ve checked in, may I hole punch your card?”

You swallowed thickly before bobbing your head in approval, watching as she clipped a new hole to join the others that dotted along the card stock. That was the final thing she did for before directing your dilated stare toward a booth tucked in the corner, a young man with hair sewn from auburn silk and eyes of toffee settled there with his coffee steaming in a cliche manner.

“That’s your guy,” she warbled with a wink, “and I would consider yourself lucky, Yoon Jeonghan offers the best service… And has the most money.”


What did you learn about Yoon Jeonghan? You learned he was more handsome than every man you’d ever grazed over in clothing magazines, his gaze upholding the warmth of buttered toffee you use to make during the winter months of your childhood. Yet when he spoke his voice grew sharper than flint, letting you know straight away that this relationship was strictly about the Love Cafe’s main service and not the silly little interactions that might take place in between.

The moment you slid into the booth Jeonghan was taking a small sip of his coffee, sparkly pupils tracing your every movement tinged with nerves. It had been awhile since you’d involved yourself with the Love Cafe, and he caught onto that rather quickly.

“You’re nervous.” Were the first words that dripped from his lips, and to even more so prove his statement, you stuttered on your response.

“J- just a little.” No, it was more than just a little. Your heart was hammering at such a thunderous pace it grew swollen, like it was ready to burst. You’d never felt so overwrought before, the feeling of sweat clinging to your palms rather unpleasant as you wiped them along your jeans. It didn’t seem like the best introduction in the world now did it?

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Making Love

I woke up with a sharp jolt. I didn’t have the time to remember the context of the nightmare. The dark room didn’t help. It only lured the images that had faded. The silence didn’t help. It only encouraged the voices of my distress that disrupted my sleep. It was the nightmare so disturbing that it left my heart to beat plangently, causing my ears to ring, making my head ache, tightening my chest.

Cold sweat started to secrete from my bare skin, mixing with the sticky precipitation that was produced from last night’s copulating.

I trembled. I waited for the pounding of my heart to slow down. I thought back the passionate hours to keep my mind from retracting in the darkness. I combated the blood-curling screams with the timbre of my Sakura’s pleased moans and small whimpers. I replaced the scenes of death with the picture of my wife’s pink hair, curtaining her bright green eyes as she erratically move her hips to achieve euphoria.

That’s right. It’s alright if I got roused again and had to relieve it by myself (it’s rude to wake someone up just for such insolent reason.)

I allowed myself to think of anything, everything, just to dispel affective residue of the nightmare.

Think of anything but that.

“Sasuke-kun.” I flinched.

A small, delicate hand patted my back. When I didn’t respond, the hand trailed on to my shoulder, squeezing it affectionately. She scooted closer so she can place her chin on the spot where the curse mark used to reside. “Do you want to talk about it?”

After hearing those words, the dangerous beating of my heart appeased. I bowed down and shook a no.

She made a sound behind her throat, a sign that she’s thinking of ways to distract me from my thoughts. The hand on my shoulder tickled its way down my sole arm. Her nimble fingers traced the visible veins and then it landed on my palm where she drew infinite spirals. She repeated this antic until my breathing went back to normal.

“I’m not supposed to say this.” She began as her hand clasped mine. She pressed her body closer, my bare back feeling her healthy breasts. “But I think Sarada has already forgotten about it, so I guess it is okay to share it.”

I squeezed her hand, silently encouraging her to continue.

She let out a giggle, “When Sarada was six she started a list that she called, ‘Things That I’m Gonna Tell Papa When He Comes Home.’

A small smile graced on my lips. I released Sakura’s hand then gently shrug her off. Understanding my actions, she moved away and began piling the pillows against the headboard. When that’s done, I rested my back on the make-shift lean. I opened my arm, gesturing her to come closer. She happily obliged. She took a small pillow, placed it on my nether region before sitting on my lap. I wrap my arm around her waist. She looped an arm round my neck. I pulled our comforter over our naked body.

“What does it contain?” I mumbled.

“Hmm…” She wondered as her fingers play with my hair. “On the… Let’s say, preface of her list, she said, ‘Papa comes home only once or twice a month. You have to persuade him to teach you something new.’ Then at the bottom, there’s a footnote that says, ‘You have to perfect everything that Papa teaches you Sarada! Shannaro!’

We chuckled quietly in unison. Nuzzling her cheek on the crook of my neck she continued, “If memory serves right, one of her anecdotes is when she finally perfected her shuriken throws. You should’ve seen her solo trainings Sasuke-kun. Every day, I had to tend her hands full of cuts and grazes.”

My eyebrows knotted as Sakura tells the story because of two reasons. One, old friends, regret and longing visited my chest. I wish I was there to see, watch her struggle for greatness.

“Oh! Speaking of training, next to shuriken throwing is, ‘The Day I Finally Created a Katon Goukakyuu!’” She made a circle in the air, her viridian eyes gleaming with pride. “She never faltered even if her cheeks are blistered!”

She laughed softly at the memory. She glanced up and reached for my forehead. “You know what Sasuke-kun?” She tenderly brushed away the bangs that’s covering my other eye then cupped my face, “She reminds me of you.”

And two-Sakura’s right, verbalizing my thoughts perfectly. Sarada reminds me of me, Sasuke, two decades younger. Sasuke with eyes that can shine even if they’re dark as coal. Sasuke who had his head lifted as he chase down his idol, his inspiration, his reason. Sasuke who died in my personal nightmare.

“She embodies you in so many ways. Not that I’m complaining though.” She sighed dramatically then pointedly followed, “But I wish a child would inherit some of my features.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Is that bad? That… she’s like me?”

‘lub-DUB…’

Do you think that she’ll also commit the same mistakes and sins that I did?

‘lub-DUB.’ Inferiority. ‘lub-DUB.’ Fear. ‘lub-DUB.’ Anxiety. ‘lub-DUB -!’

Do you think she’ll get lost on the darkness too?

‘LUB-DUB, LUB-DUB-!’ Trauma. ‘LUB-DUB, LUB-DUB-!’ Hatred. ‘LUB-DUB, LUB-DUB-!’ Loneliness-

‘LUB-DUB!’

The awful metamorphosis of my heart in the last moment of my childhood,hand in hand, the countless tomoe spiraled in to a constant repetition.

When can you say that you have atoned for the sins you have done?

“Sasuke, love.” I flinched.

Sakura ran her fingers through my hair as her other hand remained on my temple, keeping my bangs from covering my powerful eyes. She held their glare, showing no fear. “That’s not what I’m trying to say.”

I know. But…

“Is that bad?” I asked again, this time, it came out raspy and strained. “Do you think-”

She kissed the tip of my nose then pinched my cheeks, “Of course not! You got it all wrong Sasuke-kun!”

It was her blush and her futile effort to hide her breasts that supported her words, “ahhh I shouldn’t have said that! I’m sorry Sasuke-kun!”  

No. It’s my fault. Sometimes… This heart of mine falters easily when reminded of its old scars.

“Hn.” Having no idea how to return the ambiance of nostalgia, I turned my attention to her belly. In an attempt to distract myself from the rising panic, I started to map out the smooth pattern of her stretch marks.

She gasped at the touch. She replied by tugging at my hair. “It’s alright, Sasuke-kun.”

I have to turn the tables before this conversation went downhill. “What were you trying to say then?”

The crimson hue on her cheeks deepened. I pondered if it’s because the trail of my fingers was leading deep down to her thighs or it’s because of the illocutionary force behind her words.

Or maybe both.

“I remember another anecdote from her list.” She offered with voice strangled between decency and erotica. “T’was the d-day she went home late. Her eyes were puffy from crying and her glasses were broken.”

My hand paused when her words registered. “Who did it?” I asked sharply.

 She massaged through my hair again to calm my nerves, “Sarada was bullied. When I asked her who and why, she won’t tell me because she knows that I’ll make a huge fuss about it.” She let out a melancholic sigh. “It was Naruto’s children who told me about it. Boruto explained, ‘we found her crying under the slide because some jerks broke her glasses and told her that she’s adopted.’

So that’s when she started to doubt her mother.

I pulled Sakura closer and planted a chase peck on her forehead.

She placed a hand on my chest as a response and connected the scars that decorate my skin. “But get this Sasuke-kun-Sarada entitled that anecdote ‘Daddy-like Kid.’ She cracked a smirk. “Himawari told me it was Boruto that calmed Sarada down.”

I kept my expression blank but no doubt she noticed my tense muscles. All of the emotions that surfaced because of the nightmare and unnecessary panic attack died down. However, to my demise, it was replaced by crazy assumptions, fueled by my fatherly instincts, suggesting of what could be the possible future of-

“Darling.” Sakura directed her lips on my ear, “Your jealous side is showing~”

I cringed back to glare at her properly, “I am not jealous.”

She narrowed her eyes mischievously, challenging my infamous glare, “oh really now.” She copied my smirk. “So it is fine that Sarada thinks of Boruto as-”

I dove down to capture her lips, preventing her from saying another word about the ridiculous matter. She giggled at my growls, still teasing through the use of lips and tongue and rising intimacy.

She tried to withdraw from the assaults of my mouth but failed ultimately. She instead let her body melt in to my dominance by audaciously asking for an entrance.

When I refused, she wrapped both arms around my neck and then swiftly shifted in to a straddling position to win back control. She now had me trapped between her legs, boldly showing what’s in between. And to further clarify the contexture of her demands, she lewdly ground her hips, flattening the pillow (and something else beneath it that’s throbbing) that prevents us from colliding.

I groaned out of frustration because that minimal amount of sensual pressure was not enough. And she took this as an opportunity to gasp for air as she annoyingly chortled. She brushed off my bangs again then placed her forehead to mine.

Our eyes met. “Are you okay now?”

I held her gaze. My heart picked up its pace. The countless, rotating tomoe dispel under her emerald eyes.  

Are you okay now?

Emerald eyes that have always been asking those words always have been looking at me even if it makes her cry. Those are the eyes that brought light to our coal black eyes, Sarada. The gleam that I never thought would come back. Those are the eyes that granted me the ability to think of a mirthful place in the midst of my chaotic mind. The place where all the forgotten beautiful memories reside that I never believed that could be revived.

            Am I okay now?

Yes. Those are the emerald eyes that made me remember Sasuke who always die in the nightmares. Those are the beautiful eyes that beaconed as one of the proofs that there is something worth discovering, something worth protecting in this cruel world of ninjas.

“Sasuke-kun?” She caressed my cheeks.

            I captured her lips again, slowly, devotedly, reverting from the animalistic desires earlier. Her hands found their way to my hair again, tying knots, drawing me closer. My shoulders relaxed as the temperature of the room rose once again.

            Do you want to talk about it?

            It was my brother, Itachi’s love that demonstrated me the highest form of unmitigated familial love. It was the love that I have forgotten because it was buried underneath layers of deception, diffidence and corruption.

            “Sa-ku-ra…” My fingers outlined her spine with every syllable of her name, armed with the knowledge that the gesture turns her on.

            Yes. I want to talk about it but…

            It was Naruto, the idiot, which made me realize that I have someone who understands the pain and the loneliness of an orphaned kid starving for love-finding nothing but hatred. It was Naruto who swore that he would always willingly, stubbornly drag my ass back when I lost to the darkness again. It was him who taught me that it’s vacuous to sacrifice your own happiness so that you can cold-heartedly save the world.

            “S-sasuke…” She moaned as my lips ghosted to her jaw, then to her chin and then peppered hot nips on her neck. One of her hand relocated to my chest, drawing smooth lines leading leisurely down to my chiseled abs. She dared an experimental thrust, causing me to bite down at her pulse, earning herself a love mark and prizing me with the sweet sound of her whimpers.

            “Sakura…”

            -it was you who never did give up on loving me in spite of my countless, unforgivable attempts in ending your life. It was you-your lively eyes, your ever loyal heart, your boar-like determination that brought me in to conclusion that one of the justifiable means to obtain peace is to truly, faithfully, unconditionally love.

“Sasuke-kun…” She whined unabashedly as my lips latched themselves to one of her pink, perky breasts. Her hand ventured below the belt, trying to remove the pillow. It was my turn to halt her from getting what she wanted as I amorously embraced her closer, closer, until our torsos mashed. I rolled her other nipple between my teeth, making her arch her back, allowing me to behold a better view of her arousal.

I don’t know how to tell you.

I thought about it as I was on journey to redemption-it was Naruto and Itachi, my brothers who allowed me to forgive the world.

And that, it was team seven that reminded me what’s like to have a family.

“Sa-ku-ra-chan.” I mumbled against the valley of her bosoms. “You’re right…”

So, instead, let me show you…

-you who convinced me that it was time to forgive myself-

“A-about what, Sa-su-ke-kun?”

Let me prove to you…

-you, Sakura Uchiha, who strengthened our bond by graciously adopting my name even if you knew the burden it carried. Even if you knew I would be seldom home, resulting to numerous rumors about our marriage. For example, I chose you because of physical attraction or maybe because I couldn’t be bothered to search for a more suitable vassal to restore the Uchiha Clan.

I returned to her sweet lips and muttered, “I would love to make, I mean, see a child bearing your features~”

That I’m forever thankful…

As a respond to those accusations, you intrepidly showed those people, who would never understand, that the time you can truly say that it is love is when-even if every bits and pieces of flaws are laid bare and even if hope is just a small ray of light, it is enough to sacrifice, to inspire one in holding on and moving on along love and hate.

She shivered at my words. I tried to subtly slide away the pillow between our… a, object of desire but she ceased my attempt by clutching my waist with her muscled legs, pressing her drenched core to my abdomen.

That I love you too.

Darling… I want you to know that one of the things that Sarada listed…” She pulled at my hair to make me look at her irises again, staring me down, stating that her next words are quite important.

They say that there is a thin line between true love and stupidity…

“…she wants a baby brother…”

…I don’t know where we fall Sakura. But, who cares, right?

I narrowed my eyes mischievously, enjoying that flustered expression she had on her face, “oh really now.” I smirked.

We just love.  

My hand moved on its own, searing every inch of skin it fondled.

“I love you Sasuke-kun…” She proclaimed once again.

These words are left unsaid yet you understand.

But before my lone hand wandered to the area where it would minister miracles (as she describes it)it folded into an all too familiar hand sign to give Sakura’s forehead a light tap.

That’s the reason why I chose you.

And it will always be you…