feels overtaking

Some Place Away

WS!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Roughly based on Ariana Grande’s Dangerous Woman

Word Count: +3k | Rating: R

Warnings: Angst, SMUT. UNPROTECTED SEX (wrap your wang, before you bang!)

A/N: alright, this was hard to write, and my head hurts but i was determined to write my first song fic and this is for KUMI!!! (@mellifluous-melodramas​) my wifey! OMG I’M NERVOUS HOE

(also, i’ve added ‘///’ where the smut starts and ends)

y’all, enjoy and do drop a comment in my ask box or anywhere

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Somewhere in London, January 28, 1992; 12.47am.

You lean on the lamp post, far from them on the empty street, your gaze never leaving his form as you watch your soldier talking to another woman, who was rather getting a little too handsy with him. Her delicate fingers brushing up over his prosthetic arm, treating it like a delicate, poor little flower.

It disgusts you to no end and your violent mind thinks of all the scenarios where you’d do anything to keep her away from him. Keep everything, everyone away from him. But you know he’s only doing his job, the one that HYDRA forced him to do.

But there are so many other ways of gathering information. You could have taken matters in your own hand, but since the Soldier was granted the liberty for this mission, he thought it could be done without any sort of destruction, which you would never hesitate to cause.

It has been half an hour since they’re talking and as much as you wanted to ignore the sting in your heart, your brain overtakes your feelings and reminds you once again that you’re nothing but the protector; you’re here just to keep an eye on the asset. Any other sort of attachment would cost you both your lives.

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I think I figured out part of what bothers me about a lot of the set-up in in The Clone Wars:  The Jedi seem to get blamed for what’s actually the fault of the Senate.

The Jedi are beholden to the Senate, they’re the governing body and the Jedi work for them.  They’re not allowed to go free the slaves on Tatooine unless the Senate gives the order.  And I don’t recall a single instance of a Senator arguing to go free the slaves.  Padme, despite her life being saved by Shmi on Tatooine, I have never seen her argue to the Senate (who are the ones who would have that authority) to go free them.

And, for another example, the Jedi are not allowed to do anything about the clones, because the clones are beholden to the Republic/the Senate as well. The Jedi work with them, they command them, but the clones are not the Jedi’s property (ugh, that word), they’re the Senate’s.  When the Senate votes to order more clones from Kamino?  When the Senate votes to revoke restrictions on the banking clan so that they can borrow more money to buy more clones?

That’s not the Jedi, that’s the Senate.

And, sure, you could argue that the Jedi should just leave the Republic rather than be beholden to the Senate (which is a process that would have taken years), but then how would they have supported themselves?  They had food bills, starship bills, fuel bills, clothing bills, etc.  Should they now charge people when they went to help them? Should they make it a setup where only the rich could afford the Jedi’s help? Should they just not be peacekeepers at all anymore?

Let’s also say the Jedi had refused to fight–how very, very easy would it have been for Palpatine to say, look at the Jedi, unwilling to fight!  They call themselves peacekeepers and yet refuse to fight for us!  Why, what are they planning?  They have all this power, what are they waiting for? and have people’s paranoia overtake them.

I feel like sometimes… what Palpatine did was really insidious on even more than just a canon level.  Even in the narrative, sometimes it feels like the Jedi were responsible for things that they actually had no control over and that’s exactly what Palpatine wanted, to be able to discredit them and put them in an unwinnable position.

The Jedi aren’t perfect, of course they’re not.  They were out of touch and they had grown stagnant and while it’s admirable in theory to be super objective (their code isn’t about denying you have feelings, but about being objective, that “no emotion” means you put yourself outside of it so you can make the most rational decisions/see things as objectively as possible) needed to evolve. But they weren’t given a whole lot of choices in the time they had and they made the best ones they could out of some bad situations and the tragedy of the PT (which is all about tragedy) is that it wasn’t enough to save them.



2,500 Followers Drabble

Prompt:  “Is it too soon to say that we’re fucked?”

Pairing: firefighter!Jensen x Reader

Requested: @atc74

You’re pacing frantically in front of the Austin Fire Station, doing your god damn best to not hyperventilate. The fact that you even made it here is a fucking miracle. You literally sat in your driveway for a good hour, stupidly turning the ignition on and off in your car.

Considering the predicament you’re in, you appear to be quite pulled together. You’re even donning clean clothes and light makeup, a vast improvement over the last few days.

So now here you are at your friend Jensen’s place of employment, meeting him to spill the news that has you in such a tizzy.

“Hey, hun.” Jensen somehow appears out of fucking nowhere, the sound of his simple greeting startling you.

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anonymous asked:

HIIIII !! i love your writing! ! i was wondering if you could make a dunkirk smut of alex (harry ) spending the night with y/n before he leaves for war ?

Thank you so much, angel! It’s a little bit funny, because I just watched Dunkirk. And believe me, it’s amazing! Xx

It’s slow and passionate, the air is filled with tension, because none of you two have the courage to say what’s coming. You both know what the intense touches of your lips are for, what your tears running down your cheeks are for, what you can’t do nothing about. The kisses you two share are deep and meaningful, not just quick pecks on the lips. He holds himself up to the bed with one of his hands and he uses the other one to lift you so your chests can touch. You’re closer than ever because tomorrow you’re gonna be separated. And it’s not going to be easy at all.

Even now when the feeling of him inside you is making you moan his name, you’re crying, because it can’t overtake the feeling of knowing he’ll be in dangerous after a few hours.

“I love you” you whisper, finally managing to tell him what you couldn’t a second before. “I love you more than everything, Alex.”

He buries his head inbetween your neck and you shoulder and somehow you already know it’s going to hurt so much when he’s away from you.

“I love yeh too, my love” he whispers in your ear. “Promise I’ll come home back to you.”

Soulmate S.Coups

Part of the Seventeen Soulmate Series

When someone gave you a new nickname or directed a new compliment your way, it would make you pause, a fuzzy soft feeling rising in your chest. You knew that the new label would be appearing, written out in inky black letters, somewhere on your soulmate’s skin. Or when someone used a common nickname, or said something which had been said about you before, you tired to picture the letters growing larger, like they always did when a label was repeated. 

And just as you loved receiving any tidbit of information about your soulmate in the form of the words on your own skin, you hoped they would love receiving bits about you as well.

When someone called you something awful, however, it settled very uncomfortably with you. You knew that your soulmate would know. They would see the flaw printed out on their body. You dreaded the idea that it might change their perception of you.

Of course, you weren’t entirely sure they would understand everything. Because, as far as you knew, your soulmate seemed to be Korean.

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(Hey everyone I’m finally back from my conference and wrote a tiny domestic AU Klance snippet to make myself feel better because knock on wood I woke up feeling terrible! So here you go, haha ♥)

Keith grunted as he lifted his carry on bag over his head, placing in front of him as fellow passengers on the plane bustled around to collect their belongings.

After collecting his bags, Keith looked down fondly at the bundle in the seat next to his. Something about his boyfriend dozing off was incredibly adorable.

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Devil Side

Summary: Who’s gonna save him now?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 805

A/N: a lil fic for april - she just loves giving me new ideas. Song fic based on Devil Side by Foxes; definitely recommend listening to the song as you read this. Hope you all enjoy this quick piece! (apologies for the angst)

Originally posted by wintersthighs

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Alex Summers x Reader

Words: 2,243
Plot: Alex and the reader definitely have the hots for eachother. One thing leads to another, and she ends up in his bed. Not even remotely not smut. Definitely explicitly 100% smut. Hot, sexy and flirty. Good God, just so smutty.
A/N: I am disgusting in a good way. So is Alex, apparently.

Originally posted by winterspoetryandbands

Leaning back against the tattered sofa of the rec room, (y/n) laughed as Sean tried to open a beer with his teeth, cursing loudly at the bottle as it made a horrible grinding sound. The old jukebox in the corner was playing soft rock music; something about unrequited love and cowboys.
They’d been training for weeks on and off; new students arriving every second day waiting to be shown around. So when Xavier recommended they take the weekend off; Sean had jumped at the chance to have a night in of beer and pizza.

In her tired and tipsy state, (y/n) found her eyes wandering.
Wandering to him. 

Across the room, Alex was slumped across an armchair; a novel resting in his lap as he sipped at one of the cheap beers Sean had bought earlier.
Alex Summers was intoxicating. Dirty blonde hair and piercing grey eyes; sunlight and rain. All pale skin and full lips and a smile that could set a fire in her blood. 

But god, he was infuriating. All the teasing, the cocky half-smiles he’d shoot across the room when he muttered something under his breath. The way he’d leave his jackets strewn across the floor for someone to slip on; the way he spent every waking hour he could using all the hot water in the mansion. How he’d roll his eyes and scoff whenever anything was asked of him; running a hand through his hair like he didn’t know he was so damn enchanting and perfect. Wearing his tight white shirt and blue jeans and looking like he’d fallen out of heaven itself, a twitch at the corners of his mouth as he turned the page of his book with a flick…
Ugh. There she went again. How did this always happen?

“…You’re not even listening to me” Sean grumbled, taking a swig of his beer as he thumped his feet up onto the coffee table.
“I was! I was listening” interjected “you were…talking about…beer?”
Sean rolled his eyes, sighing.
“Points for trying” he muttered, smiling slightly. He reached down into his pocket, plucking his keys out and rolling them in his fingers. “Hank’s driving to get food, right?”
(y/n) shrugged, rubbing a strand of hair between her fingers “probably. You going with him?”
Sean pushed himself off of the couch with a grunt, tossing his keys down onto the table.
“Better than being ignored here” he teased, sniffing as he pushed open the door into the corridor, the sound of his boots echoing against the mahogany floorboards.

And then, the atmosphere changed.
She felt the fire building in her veins as she glanced over at Alex; his eyes steady on his book as he shifted his weight slightly. The dim lighting in the room washed his hair with flecks of gold; his jaw tight as he avoided her gaze.
(y/n) grabbed the half a bottle of beer Sean had left and took a long swig; the bitterness washing the rising butterflies in her stomach further down.
It had been a long time since they’d been alone in a room together; she tried to remember if they ever had.
The music softly slipped melodies into the background; love and yearning. That didn’t help with the burning in her cheeks, though.

“You okay?” Alex said, eyes still set on his book as he swung his legs around nonchalantly, sitting upright on the armchair.
She swore she felt her heart stop, if only for a second.
(y/n) nodded, her mouth full of beer. God, she was a total moron.
“Enjoying your book?” she breathed, her voice all too high and fast in her throat.
“I haven’t actually been paying much attention to the book” he half-smiled, throwing it across to the coffee table. It landed with a thunk on the wooden surface; narrowly missing the bottle of beer.

“A bit distracted?” she said quietly, her hands drumming at her sides.
“Yeah, something like that” he muttered, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. His head cocked to the side; his lips pressing upwards on one side. She could see the spark in his eyes: something was playing on his mind.
Something that set her blood alight.
“What?” she breathed, feeling lightheaded.
He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. The way it flicked beneath his fingers made her hands weak.
“Think Sean might be pining after you”.
She laughed, heat rushing to her face.
“And what’s that to you, Summers?” she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She could feel the heat running through her; feel the pulsing in her blood.
She heard him sigh deeply, biting his bottom lip for a brief moment.
God, if only he knew what that did to her.
“That depends on what it is to you” he breathed, his grey eyes steady as he blinked slowly, colour flooding to his cheeks.
“Are you implying something, Alex? Because you’re welcome to-”
“Ten minutes” he interjected, standing up and grabbing his beer from off of the table “my room”.
(y/n) felt her heart skip, trying desperately not to show her loss of composure in her face.
She tried a sly smile, crossing her legs and meeting his gaze.
“See you then, Summers”.

Alex could feel the sweat clinging to his palms as he paced around his room; feel the way his clothes didn’t quite fit anywhere they should.
What the hell was he doing? This was insane. He didn’t know what he was thinking: what he was doing.
But god, he couldn’t take this…wanting. Constantly trying to be funny, or sexy, or somebody she’d even remotely notice. Those sideways glances in the corridor that made his head spin and his toes clench.
Those nights that he ached, alone. Whispering her name in the dark.
It wasn’t just the lust; the keening need to feel her skin against his. This was more; more than Alex Summers had ever thought it could be. More than those fleeting moments of desire that had come before her.
This was an ache for her. Her being.
But he didn’t know what she felt. He thought, on some whim of all whims, some insane gamble, that maybe he’d have some sort of shot.
Hoped. Hoped for a shot.
So when he heard that quiet tap on his door; his heart lunged in his chest,

The handle clicked open and she entered.
He swallowed.
“So; this is…new” she said, her lashes fluttering as she brushed her hair back.
God, she was so sexy. And she didn’t even know it.
“Look…I don’t want this to be weird” he started, his hands shaking as he smoothed his palm through his hair. It was soft and calming, and he knew he did it when his nerves were getting to him. And boy, were they getting to him.
His feet moved of his own accord; dragging him towards her like a man possessed.
“I don’t want to think I read this wrong. I don’t want to be ‘that guy’. But I think there’s something here. I hope there is” he breathed, clenching his jaw as he looked over at her “hey, tell me if I’m losing my mind. I sure feel like I am over you”.
She laughed, and the sound did something in his stomach.
“It’s not nothing” she breathed, a slight smile on her lips as she shuffled awkwardly.
He felt the growl in his chest before he heard it; a feeling overtaking him he couldn’t control.
And before he could do anything to stop himself, he crossed the distance between them, pressing her against the wall with his body; his lips crushing against her neck.

She gasped; her hands tangling at the hair at the nape of his neck. His brain went haywire, her touch stirring something that made his knees weak and his heart work twice as hard.
He could taste her perfume beneath his lips, and he nipped at the skin as his body ached. He heard her breath catch and he pushed himself closer; closer than he ever thought he could be.
He felt the tides turn and bowed his head backwards as she moved her leg up to his thigh; he grabbed it automatically, feeling the warmth against him. (y/n) crushed her lips to his; lipstick smearing against his mouth.
He loved it. Loved the taste.
Grabbing the back of her jeans he pushed her against him, hoisting her legs onto his thighs and carrying her across the room. His jeans were hot and tight and god, just not necessary right now.
He heard himself say her name, felt the smile on his lips long before she mentioned it.

He shoved the books that smattered his mattress off of his bed; they clattered to the floor with a thud as he threw her down, her hair splayed against the pillows.
She sighed as he hungrily, desperately kissed her neck again. Always finding his way back to the place her collarbone met the nape of her neck, the tender skin there sending shocks through his body.
“How do you want this to go?” he breathed, nipping at her lips as he pushed against her, needing to be as close to her as he could. He could feel the sweat plastering his white shirt to his body; tangling his dirty blonde hair with perfume and sweaty touches.
Turning him on. Setting his body alight.
“You crying out my name” she gasped, biting her lip as she closed her eyes against his touch.
He swore. He wasn’t sure whether it was out loud or in his head; he wasn’t sure if it mattered at all. 
Her hands worked at his shirt easily, throwing it to the side.
Alex Summers almost never felt self-conscious; and when she looked at him with the desire in her eyes to see him,to see every part of him, that was no exception.

He pulled off her shirt, tossing it with his own onto the floor. Kissing at the place that her bra met her skin, tracing it with his lips, his hands.
“Fuck, but you’re gorgeous” he stumbled, making easy work of her jeans as he stripped them from her legs; her skin and warmth so close to him now.
When he threw off his jeans: that was when he really felt it.
He couldn’t think. Couldn’t feel anything but this burning, burning down to the fabric of his soul. The curve of her hips, the flutter of her lashes. Burned onto his memory for months. Now made manifest under his fingertips.
Better than he ever imagined.

So when those last pieces of clothing came off in a fumble of fingers and glances; he didn’t miss a moment.
He reached into his drawer, then. Knowing what was coming. Anticipation in his throat like a wildfire. 
He was going to take his time. Show his appreciation. Know it was real, and right, and vivid.
“You’re sure?” he growled, his voice not his own.
She blinked slowly, her hands caressing his fingers as she tore the packets, lips pressed together so hard they were turning a vivid red.
“Never more sure” she whispered, and the sound made him moan with anticipation.

When he finally made his way into her; his mind blanked. Spots whirled across his vision as he bit down on his lip, tasting his own blood in his mouth. He felt his cheek against hers as he whispered her name, whispered into her ear. He wasn’t even sure what he was saying; he didn’t care. Didn’t care about anything but her, about being closer.
Closer than possible. Closer than he’d ever been to anything.
“Alex” she groaned, and he felt his self-control slipping, his pace hastening. He couldn’t help the growl that escaped him, his brow furrowing as he tried to suppress the rising noises in his throat.
God, he needed-
He knew what he needed. Needed to quench that fire.
He swallowed, taking in a gasp of warm air as his head burrowed into the pilow, his hair getting caught in his mouth.
“I love you” he whispered. It sounded stupid and crazy, but it was all he felt. All he thought.
“Alex, god, I love you too” (y/n) breathed, her lips on his chin, nails digging into his back.
That was enough to send him wild.

He felt his body stiffen; felt his body curl, his toes drawing up the quilt as he dug them into the mattress.
He felt her cry out, her fingernails drawing lines into his skin as she breathed his name over and over, overcome with the sensation and pleasure.
With that, he couldn’t contain himself.
Hell, hell, hell.
He cried out her name, his whole body vibrating as the fire burned through him He could hear his blood in his veins, the world spinning as his vision shifted through colours and shapes. He moaned unintelligibly until there was nothing left to say; until he had nothing else to say.

They lay there for a few brief infinities, panting heavily against one another. Alex felt his whole body shaking with exhaustion, with bliss.
With love.
“That was…” Alex gasped, trying to catch his breath as he pushed himself up to look at her. Caught in his bedside lamp, her eyes glinting as she lowered her lashes; he wondered if there had ever been anyone more lovely in the whole world.
“Everything” she whispered.

Fantasies (M) | Yoongi/Jimin

Anonymous Requested :  An Incubus!Yoonmin threesome, m/m, with face/thigh riding.

Genre : Smut | Incubus!Yoonmin | Supernatural AU | Yoonmin x Reader

A/N : Okay so I am by no means an expert on incubi, like at all. So when I was doing research for writing this, I kind of just picked which elements about the lore I wanted to incorporate into the story, to fit the nature of the request. The sin was rolling off of my body while writing this, so hopefully you’ll all enjoy!

Word Count : 5,291

Description : They have an underlying strangeness about them, that you just can’t put your finger on. Regardless though when you meet the two boys at a party you still decide to go home with them, how will this night turn out?

Originally posted by jeonsshi

You could feel the stares from across the room, but you couldn’t tell where exactly they were coming from. The party was crowded, and there was almost no space to walk, but you couldn’t shake the eerie feeling that there were specific pair of eyes on you at all times.

You moved over to the drink table to down another shot, so you could try and shake the strange feeling that was clouding the atmosphere around you. The liquid burned as it slid down your throat, but the instant the drink hit your stomach, an overwhelming desire to dance takes over your body. You saunter over to the pack of people dancing, and join in as you let the music control your movements. It’s fun, and you can feel a lightness overtake you as you feel yourself drifting through the mass of people.

You continue to enjoy the feeling of the alcohol taking over your impaired mind, when you suddenly feel a body press into you from behind, and a pair of hands attach themselves to your waist. You’re about to turn around to kindly tell the person grinding into your ass to fuck off, but when his face comes into view, the words get lost.

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fandom-trash-kingdom  asked:

Hi! Do you mind doing a request for the Paladins reaction to their S/o being an amazing singer? Like an angelic voice that's extremely soothing?


~ He found out your amazing talent when he woke up from a nightmare. You were trying to calm him down and ended up singing to him. He felt a lot calmer and was able to fall back asleep. Shiro will catch you singing to yourself every now and then, smiling as he hears it. He loves your voice, and he loves how calm he feels whenever you sing for him. Some nights whenever he has trouble singing he’ll come to you and ask you to sing for him.


~ He heard you singing in the shower. He was just walking by when he heard you, and you voice made him freeze. He had never heard anyone sing so beautifully before. After that he pestered you to sing for him, and was always happy when you agreed to. Lance always asks for you to sing to him whenever he’s feeling really homesick, something about your voice makes him relax and feel a little more at home. Lance didn’t stop bragging about you having the voice of an angel for a week after he found out.


~ He found out when the two of you were cooking, you started singing and he stopped what he was doing to look at you. Though he found himself smiling as a feeling of relaxation washed over him, it was nice to hear your voice. He complimented you on your singing, secretly hoping for you to sing more. Hunk always found a smile on his face when you sang, the calming feeling overtaking and helping him relax. It was usually while you helped him cook that he would hear you singing. Glad to have you as his S/o


~ Keith was having troubles sleeping one night and that’s when he heard you sing. The soft and gentle tone of your voice made him relax, and let him fall asleep. He would ask you to sing for him every now and then, usually when he was stressed, and always found himself calmer after hearing you sing. He adores this talent of yours and loves every time you sing for him. It makes him feel better when he knows he’s the only one who gets to hear your beautiful voice.


~ Pidge usually lets you sit with her as she works, and the day you started signing as the two of you sat there was one of the best day of Pidges life. She smiled and listened to you as you sang, she relaxed greatly whenever you sang. She asked you to sing for her while she worked on stressful projects, or whenever she was trying to locate Matt, your voice made it easier to work.

stress test

For @stuffedart based on their lovely art right here~ <3 I hope you’re feeling a little better today, friendo!! *hugs*

Title — stress test
Characters — Papyrus & Sans (Underfell AU Skelebros)
Wordcount — 1660
Summary — Sometimes, no matter how much you do, no matter how hard you work, it just doesn’t seem like it’s enough.

— Alternate Link: AO3

It’s a rare day that his brother comes home quietly.

That’s not to say that his brother is incapable of being quiet—though sometimes it’s a matter of debate—but Papyrus is always a force to be reckoned with no matter what he does. He cooks with zest, he cleans with vigor, he fights with intensity and he enters a room in a way that makes all heads turn and look.

So, it’s saying something that Sans doesn’t notice that Papyrus is home until he sees his brother’s shoes set neatly by the door.

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You know how sometimes we use our favorite characters to express troubles in our own minds. Well without further ado I bring you:

Steve couldn’t help but rock his weight back and forth, feeling the bounce of the suspension, expertly tuned, and the support of the supple leather of the seat beneath him. “I might swoon,” he said dreamily, placing his hands more firmly on the handlebars of the motorcycle.

“I think that’s my job.”

Steve snorted as he looked at Tony, standing a few feet away. “Is that a compliment to me or you?” Tony did build him this - perfect, marvelous - bike after all.

Tony smiled, sidling closer with steps that seemed oddly hesitant. “Why can’t it be both?” He leaned forward to place a dainty kiss on Steve’s cheek. “Happy birthday, Cap.”

Steve wound his arm around Tony’s waist and tugged at the same time he let the motorcycle rest on its kickstand. They met somewhere in the middle. “Thank you,” he said, kissing Tony until they were both a little breathless. When they broke away, and Tony was still letting out those dazed little chuckles he did whenever they did this, Steve continued. “You know, I’ve got a spare helmet and I know you’ve got a leather jacket. Why don’t you grab them and I-” He gripped Tony a little closer, leaned in to murmur in his ear. “Take you for a ride.”

Tony giggled, but it wasn’t his oh-my-God-is-that-your-idea-of-innuendo laugh; it was nervous. “Oh, no, Cap,” he said, pulling away. “A-a bond between a boy and his bike is sacred, right? Wouldn’t want to besmirch the purity of that first ride!”

Thinking in the back of his mind that even for Tony logic that was a bit nonsensical, Steve just smiled. “I don’t mind waiting, Tony. I wanna share this with you.”

“And we are! Right now!” Tony said, patting his shoulders. “With you on your deathtrap and me on solid ground. It’s good this way, right? We should - keep doing it.”

Steve took a long moment, longer than he cared to admit (because it’s not like the term ‘deathtrap’ had any subtlety), to parse that out, his jaw falling open. “Tony. Tony, are you scared?”

“Of course not,” Tony sniffed, drawing himself up and regrettably away. “I’m logical.”

“Tony, you know I won’t drive around like I do in battle-”

“And here I thought throwing motorcycles was a compulsion for you, I’ve already got another six of these just waiting in the lab-”

“I’d go as slow as you need me to - wait, really?”

“No,” Tony said with a roll of his eyes.

Steve huffed a little laugh, then titled his head in question. “Tony,” he prompted. If Tony genuinely didn’t want to go, that was fine, but he’d kinda been dreaming of riding with his boyfriend pressed against his back since before they even got together.

Tony adorably rubbed the toe of his sneakers into the soft ground and looked askance. “It’s not safe,” he finally muttered.

“I’m sorry.” Steve couldn’t have heard that right. “What?”

“It’s not safe,” Tony repeated, more loudly this time. 

Steve gaped. “You - you fly around in a suit of armor!”

“Yes, a suit of armor, Steve” Tony said sourly, the effect ruined a bit by his pout. “I’m fully protected and I have JARVIS.”

“Just like week I watched you voluntarily fly into a collapsing building!”

“That was saving lives, not volunteering for an afternoon ride on a deathtrap!”

“I have personally witnessed you taking the back roads at one hundred miles per hour!”

“Well, that’s just different,” Tony said, tilting up his chin. Steve could feel a grin overtaking his face and Tony’s lips twitched in response. “My cars are built for curves like that, unlike this - this -”

“Deathtrap?” Steve guessed.

“You’re catching on.” 

With a semi-delighted sigh, Steve reeled Tony closer. “You built me this deathtrap.”

“Well,” Tony hedged, fiddling with the zipper on Steve’s jacket again. “I figured if you were going to ride one, which you were, I might as well build you the safest deathtrap I could.” Steve melted, but that was nothing compared to Tony’s next words. “Besides, it makes you happy.”

Steve kissed him again, smiling against his lips. “I wish you’d reconsider,” he said. “I’d be real gentle on those curves.”

This time Tony’s giggle was definitely of the oh-my-God-is-that-your-idea-of-innuendo variety. “Cap,” he said, pulling away entirely. “I have complete faith in your maniac driving that you learned dodging bombs in Nazi Germany. I just have it - over there.” He pointed at the balcony on the back of the compound where he did most of his tanning. 

“Where’s it safe?” Steve said, fondly exasperated. Tony gave him a thumbs up and another kiss before taking a few steps back.

“Safe, warm, and clothing optional.” Steve felt his mouth fall open again, but Tony was already backing away. “Have a good ride, birthday boy!”

 My irrational fear of riding on motorcycles, expressed through Tony Stark!

Make A Move (M)

SUMMARY: After going on several dates, Jungkook still hasn’t made a move yet and you’re growing impatient. So with a little help from Jimin, you end up giving the maknae the push he needed.

GENRE/WARNINGS: Smut; Rough sex, Jealous!Jungkook, dirty talk, swearing, public sex.

WORDS: 4k.

A/N: So… I don’t have any other explanation for this other than the fact that I am motherfucking trash and thoroughly enjoy dying because of this goddamned muscle pig. :( Apologies to those who are also thoroughly fucked up by this asshole.

Originally posted by kookie-bts

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A strange feeling overtakes me when I think of you because it’s not that we were in love, I never got the opportunity to let myself fall for you but I still gave everything I had. My world was overtaken by questions that don’t have answers. Like why do people die and what fucked up force is keeping me alive when I simply want to stop existing? You were a mess that needed to be cleaned up and something inside me needed to assure you that you would be happy again, maybe not soon, but this wouldn’t last forever. So I pulled on a pair of gloves and grabbed a bottle of bleach and I tried to fix you. Not everyone deserves second chances, but when you watched your heart fall to the ground and shatter before your eyes my soul ached and I prayed that that’s what you would get because I know the feeling. Why do people hurt the ones they love? I don’t believe in a God but hell, if there is a greater power somewhere I wasn’t going to let my ignorance stand in the way of your happiness. So I reached down and gave you a hand. Yours were bleeding. I didn’t mind the blood stains as long as the tears on your face were replaced with a smile that made its way through the heartbreak. You never did get your second chance. I never did get any answers.
This life, part 1

Pairing: Reader x Eventually Loki

Word Count: 2732

Warning: Angst

A/N: This is set just at the start of the Avengers and will take some twists and turns. The story itself will be multiple parts.  I hope you enjoy.

The clash of metal sounded as the blades of your dual swords and Sif’s shield met with loud scrape. It forced her to take a step back giving you the advantage as you twisted around elbowing her in the face then kicking her right knee, sending her to the ground.

“I yield, I yield.  I am done, [Y/N].  I swear by the Allfather I am going to have to see the healers again.” You grinned holding your hand out to her to help her stand.  As she stood, she tested out the injured knee before wiping away the blood left on her lip.

“If we went easy on each other how would that be real training, dearest Sif.”  She gave her half smile as she limped forward.  Sheathing your swords at your hips, you encircled your arm in hers.  “Come now I will help you to the healers if you wish.  But I think ale would make you feel far better.”  

“You believe ale heals all things, [Y/N].”  She raised a brow at you, though she allowed you to help her towards the hall.  You laughed lowering your head.

“It does!  Tell me then, what do you wish?  The healers or the hall for ale?”  Stopping, you turned to stand in front of her, prepared to do whatever she wanted.  Sif looked over your face for a moment before sighing loudly.

“Take me to the damn hall. I do not wish to explain more injuries today.  You are lucky you are as a sister to me, [Y/N].”  Knowing her answer before she said it you grinned resuming your place at her side and walking towards the hall.

“Admit it; you would be lost without me, Sif.  I make your life tolerable.”  The woman merely rolled her eyes as you entered the main dining hall.  Your friends, the Warriors 3, already seated with many mugs of ale all around them.  Volstagg had one of the prettier drink maidens on his lap, telling a tale of your last adventure outside of Asgard.  They group all laughed, most likely at something that were completely untrue.  However, with Volstagg his embellishments made for quite the story.  He looked up to see you and Sif walking towards them.

“Ladies, come come. We have drink and an audience.  It is time to spread the word of our latest journeys.”  He held up two mugs to the both of you before Sif took a seat next to Hogun.  You sat cross-legged on the table, downing half the mug before stopping.

“Allfather that tastes wonderful.”  The group laughed as you got comfortable.  The man continued his tale.  Everyone gathered knew he added to the stories for his own benefit and lessened the role of anyone else who was there.  Several times you spoke up about saving his life a time or two, honestly it was four but who was counting.  There was also the time he had been sent face first into the mud by a well-placed punch to the face.  The celebrating went long into the night.  Sif was the first to head to her chambers to sleep, Fandral not long after. By the time it was just you and Volstagg, he was rather drunk, leaning against his hand.  All of his admirers had left him for the evening.  You were lying on the table staring up at the ceiling, watching the light and shadows from the torches dance.  

“Tell me Lady, why are you so quiet tonight?  You only interrupted half of my stories.  That is not like you.”  The drink was swirling in your head now, perhaps that was why all the old thoughts and feelings were coming back to eat away at you.  You huffed at his question.

“So many things my friend. Right now, it is not important. Have you seen Thor this eve?  He rarely misses the merriment.”  The table you laid upon nearly cracked with the force of Volstagg’s head crashing down on it.  The man had fallen asleep sitting up and so there he fell against the table. You sat up in a flash ensuring he was all right.  That hard skull of his had cracked the wooden table but he looked unharmed.  Somehow, he was still asleep as well.  He must have drank a whole barrel on his own, the idiot.  As you sat up, your head swam slightly.  It was going to make your ride back to your home a long one.  

Your horse knew the way back without any encouragement from you.  He was large enough that most would stand out of his way as he walked through the streets of the city.  It gave you the time to dwell on the thoughts that you should not be thinking.  Perhaps it was time you did something about it. What would it accomplish though? Would speaking your mind earn the respect you wanted or would you end up imprisoned?  Shaking your head of the morose feelings, you dismounted your horse and set him up for the night in his stall.  As you started to peel the leathers from your worn body, a soft knock sounded at your door.  Who could be here at this time of night?

As you opened the door, a mess of blond hair greeted you first.  The head lifted to a face that was lined with heavy thought.  “I wondered what happened to you this eve. Are you all right?”

“May I come in?  We need to speak.”  You nodded giving him enough room to enter.  His large body dwarfing everything else in the room. Eyeing him warily, you sat at the table, he joining you a moment later.

“Thor, what is it?  I hardly see you like this.”  Thor clasped his hands in front of him, unsure of how to begin.

“First I need to ask something of you.”  Canting your head to look at him, growing more concerned.

“You are my prince I have to do anything you ask.”  He frowned at you, shaking his head.

“[Y/N], I am serious. I am not asking as the prince of Asgard. I am asking as your friend, please.” You sat back in the chair, a feeling of dread overtaking you.

“I would do anything you asked, you know that.  You have supported me more than anyone else in my life ever has.  What do you need of me?”  Thor took a long breath, exhaling slowly.

“I have to leave to Midgard, tonight.  Tell no one I have left or where I have gone.  Not until my father asks you.  Promise me.” There was a look of desperation in his eyes.

“As much as I dislike speaking with your father, you know I will do it.  Nevertheless, why now?  Why do you have to go to Midgard?  Is it that woman you love?”  He covered his face in his hands a moment before rubbing his eyes.  As he sat up straight in the chair, he looked at you in a way you had never seen.

“I have to go because of Loki.  He is alive and on Midgard.  He has obtained the Tesseract and plans on taking over that realm.  I have to protect Midgard and all the realms from what he plans to do.”  You jumped up from the table with a cry.

“No!  He cannot be alive.  We saw him… we saw him fall, Thor.  He cannot be…  By the Gods how can he?”  Crumpling to the floor with a scream, the air felt like it had been pulled from your lungs. He got up from the table kneeling next to you, to wrap an arm around your shoulder in comfort.  Everyone had thought Loki had been lost years before.  You, along with, Thor and Frigga had mourned over his death.  Even with the cruel words he said to you before his descent into madness, you mourned the man you knew.  Being born to the Captain of the Defenders of Asgard and his wife, you grew with Thor and Loki in the palace.  They had been your closest of friends all of your days.  From the time you were born until… the incident, you had been promised in marriage to Thor.  You two were to rule and protect, Asgard when Odin passed down his crown.  Growing with them, learning, fighting, everything you did together.  

Just before he was thought dead, he had become cruel and consumed with the quest for power.  He turned from treating you as an ally and friend to treating you as though you were little more than the dirt that soiled his boots.  Even when it was thought that Thor would never return to Asgard.  It hurt more than you could say.  Though Thor knew, he saw the pain at losing your friend. “[Y/N], he is alive.  I have to go he is my brother.  Promise me you will not say a word to anyone.”  As the initial shock wore off, you looked up to him.

“I will not breathe a word. Promise me you will return.  I cannot bear to lose another friend.”  He smiled pushing your hair out of your face.

“If I have not returned in a week’s time come to Midgard to find me.  If I cannot prevent him from setting about his plan, you may be the only one with the powers to do so.”  You nodded as he helped you from the floor.

“At least there are things about me he knows nothing of.  A way to trick the Trickster.”  Thor laughed as you gave him a half-hearted smile.  “Be safe my friend.”  

“Remember seven days, [Y/N].”  He left without waiting for your response.  Not that you had one.  Your duty to your friend took precedence over everything else.  By the Gods, you prayed that he would return before you were called before Odin.  

The Gods did not heed your prayers.  You had been avoiding the palace as much as possible.  As much as you wished to train with Sif and the Warriors, you did not want to give anyone in the palace reason to bring Odin’s gaze upon you.  Three days after Thor’s departure, you had been out in the fields training alone.  You could feel someone coming towards you, even though your back was turned. It was inevitable that someone from the palace was going to find you.  There had just been the hope that it would have been longer.  Turning around to see, Emin, one of the palace defenders coming towards you.  “My Lady, please forgive the intrusion.  But the Allfather requests your presence.”  You laughed as you stabbed both blades into the ground.

“Requests?  Do you not mean demands, Emin?”  Wiping the sweat from your face, you smiled at the fear in the man’s eyes.

“My Lady… please..”  

“All right, I will see to his ‘request’.  You shall live another day in fear of the Allfather.”  The ride back to the palace was silent.  The man next to you feared not only the king but also you.  He knew that which you were capable.  The stable boy bowed in great respect as he took your horse to an awaiting stall.  Emin still followed behind as you walked through the great halls towards the throne room.  As you approached the doors leading towards the throne, Queen Frigga stood awaiting your arrival.  Worry covered her beautiful features, as she walked up to hug you tightly.

“My girl please tell me you are all right.  Tell me Thor is with you.  Odin is furious now.”  You shook your head as you returned the embrace.

“My Queen, I am well but Thor is not with me.  I… if you wish to hear where he is, come with, as I explain it all to the Allfather.”  She looked you over closely searching your eyes for something you were unaware.  Both of her hands cupping your face as she had when you were a child and needed comfort.

“I should be worried now, should I not, my dear?”

“My Queen…”  Frigga sighed releasing your face.  

“Let us face the king then. Come now, [Y/N].”  She turned, looking between the two guards posted at the doors of the throne room.  They opened the door with a bow towards the Queen, allowing you both passage.  Your heart beat out a rhythm in your chest that felt unnatural.  It was not out of fear but something bordering on anxiety.  Frigga ascended the stairs to the throne leaving you at the bottom looking up to the furious king.

“Tell me, Lady [Y/N] why have you just now come at my request?  I sent out word hours ago.”  Anger flared up inside you.  Your fist clenched at your side.  Over the past years and his blatant dislike for you, your temper got the better of your mouth.

“Since, you yourself stated that I am not longer worthy of residing in the palace, your man had to search me out in the city.  Since I am so far from the palace now it takes me a great deal more time to arrive, my King.”  You added a deep bow to the end of your statement for dramatic affect.  Frigga’s eyes flashed a warning down to you.  She wished to keep you safe, but she would be unable to if you said anything too harsh to the king.  Odin said nothing for the moment.  He merely glared at you as he sized up your intentions.

“[Y/N], do you know where my son is?  Where he has disappeared to, that no one can find him.  He left no word.  Is he with you, girl?”  There was a rotten taste in your mouth, hearing him say ‘girl’ as it were an insult. If he wished to know where his son was, so be it, you would tell him.

“Your son, my Lord, is not with me, a mere ‘girl’.  He is on Midgard saving the realm from Loki.  He did not leave word as he knew you would have forbidden it.”  Frigga’s eyes went wide and Odin slammed his scepter on the floor bellowing out.

“Loki is dead.  Do not lie to me, girl.  Where is my son?”  You lifted your chin in defiance.

“I have never lied to you, my King.  You forget I was the one that stood against my own family for you.  I lost everything in my life, because I stood by you, my king. Do you forget everything you took from me as a result?  Yet here I stand, training every day protecting Asgard and all the realms. You call me a liar?  You are no true king.  For a true king would recognize what his subject sacrifices for him.” There were gasps hear from all over the throne room.  No one had ever spoken to the king in such a manner and was not punished severely. Frigga stood there beside the throne crying as she covered her mouth.  News that her son was alive was overwhelming.  Odin sat there quietly once more.  True that no one has spoken to him in such a way in a long time, but the words resonated within him.

“Thor is truly on Midgard… fighting to save the realm from Loki?”  He asked quietly.  You feared what else would come out of your mouth, so you merely nodded.  “Tell me what he said, [Y/N].”  With a long held breath, you explained the conversation with Thor, down to the last word.  Thor would never hold against you, telling the Allfather what you spoke of.  When you were finished, Odin sat there in his own thoughts rubbing his chin.  The Queen walked down towards you, kissed your forehead before excusing herself. She needed time to collect her thoughts and emotions.  You stood in that spot as the king continued his silence.  Not daring to leave until you were dismissed.  Several more minutes passed before he finally looked up. “Thor is right, that if he fails, your powers may be the only ones that can stop Loki.  If he does not return as he stated… you will go.  Prepare as you must and be ready if the time comes.”  He waved you off as he went back into his own mind.  Worry clouding his features just as it had Frigga’s earlier.  

As you walked out of the throne room, your only thoughts were, ‘Thor, please return home safe.’

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Guardian (XI)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jongdae / Baekhyun

Rating: PG-13

Warning: Torture (razor blade, physical abuse)

Word Count: 3,905

Summary:  You keep seeing the same guy everywhere you go. In the coffee shop, on the streets, in your philosophy class. It’s getting to the point where you think he’s stalking you - only to realize that maybe there’s something much more mysterious at play here. (AU: Jongdae is your guardian angel)

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Adventurous Escapades

Reader x Happy get frisky at Lyla and Opie’s wedding ;)

Sitting at one of the tables at the wedding reception, the smile on your face is hard to remove.

Seeing your two good friends tie the knot was a beautiful thing. The ceremony itself had been lovely, and now, in true SAMCRO tradition, everyone was getting shit faced.

You take a sip from your drink, the orange juice reminding you that you’re going to have to lug your, probably very drunk, boyfriend home tonight.

Still smiling to yourself, you spot him from across the room, a grin plastered on his face. Your heart warms as you watch him laughing and joking with Tig and Chibs.

You love seeing him so relaxed, so loose in his environment, and with a life like this it wasn’t often that he could be like that. Little things like this, the simplest things, make you realise how much you love Happy, and how thankful you are that he’s in your life.

As Chibs and Tig walk over to the happy couple, you get up from your seat, walking over to your old man. He’s facing you, leaning against the bar, so he sees you coming before you reach him. He smiles at you, reaching his hand out for you, pulling you into his chest. He places his beer down beside him, locking his arms around your back.

“You alright?” He asks, a slight smell of alcohol on his breath. You nod, straightening the front of his leather jacket.

“What about you? You good?” You ask, looking up into his eyes. He watches you, his eyes breathing you in for a moment before he nods, placing a single kiss to your lips.

“Did I mention how beautiful you look?” You laugh, a giddy feeling still overcoming you anytime that he compliments you. His face lights up at the sound, your laugh being his favourite melody.

You pretend to think for a moment, humming. “Maybe once or twice.” You tease. In fact, Happy had told you how good you looked multiple times today. It was hard to focus in the ceremony with his hand on your thigh, his fingers rising higher up your dress, your mind cloudy as you had to stop his actions numerous times.

“Mhm, that’s cause you do.” He moves his head to your neck, your eyes fluttering closed as he leaves small kisses on your neck. He nips at the skin, sucking slightly, your body feeling hot as you grab his shirt in your fist. You subconsciously tilt your head to the side, exposing more of yourself for his lips to grace.

“Hap.” You pant quietly, as he sucks a particularly sensitive part of your skin. He groans into your skin, the small whisper of his name making his cock lunge in his pants.

“Come with me.” He says, pulling you by the wrist and leading you through the forest a few feet from the party. Your heart is racing, your panties wet with how urgently Happy is pulling you, how desperate he is for you. Just for you.

He pushes you back gently, your back hitting a hard surface behind you. You stable yourself, the bark on the tree rough under your fingers.

Happy pushes his hands into your hair, pulling your lips forcefully to meet his. Your hands slip under his shirt, his stomach toned and smooth as you dance your fingertips around. He pulls at your bottom lip, a small moan leaving your mouth as he gently sucks.

He almost growls, grabbing your hair firmly in his grasp and forcefully turning you around. He pushes your dress up, the somewhat chilly air meeting your core. You hold onto the tree, looking forward, as you hear the sound of a belt buckle being undone behind you.

Your emotions are on overdrive. The ball of want in the bottom of your stomach being driven by the thought of being caught, being so exposed out here in public for all to see, your loved ones being just a short distance away.

Your hair still being held in makeshift pony tail, you feel your pussy being exposed completely, the thin fabric torn away by your ravenous partner. You close your eyes as the breeze tickles your most intimate areas, the need to be touched driving you insane.

You feel his calloused fingers up your folds, only checking to see if you’re wet enough before you feel his hard cock at your entrance.

“Quiet now, or else there will be punishment when we get home. You understand, little girl?” His voice is deep, demanding, leaving no room for negotiation. You whine needing, nodding, as he slips into you.

Your mouth parts as your fingers dig into the tree, your head being pulled back as Happy savours the feeling of your warm, wet walls around him.

“Fuck.” You moan deeply, his hand coming up to silence you before you get too loud. He brings his lips to your ear, his movements still as you adjust around him.

“What did I say about being quiet? Hmm?” He questions you, pulling out of you before sinking back into you slowly, deeply. Your body is drowning in ecstasy, the feeling of your boyfriend inside you being one you could feel forever.

He keeps his hand on your mouth, light enough to let you breathe, as he beings to thrust in and out of you. His hips slam into yours, his movements quick and strong. You bite your lip painfully, trying to keep the sounds of pleasure from pouring out of your mouth as he pounds you from behind, your eyes rolling into your head as he hits your most sensitive point over and over again.

The way he moves, the hunger in his actions, is making this whole thing ten times more erotic. Your pussy is aching, knowing that you made him feel this way, feel this desperate and ravenous for his release.

You can hear your pussy squelching, his cock slamming in and out of you. You’re close to your high, his hand clamping tightly on your mouth, silencing your moans and screams of delight.

He feels your centre clenching around his shaft, his body knowing yours well, knowing you’re close to the edge. He keeps up his thrusts, his hand tightening on your hair as he exposes your neck, sucking on your sweet spot.

You feel like you can’t take it, your body desperate and crazy for orgasm.

When it hits, you bite Happy’s hand, your screams coming out as tiny squeals. Your body convulses, shaking as your vision is splattered with stars. The intensity of your orgasm is shattering, the feeling overtaking you as your boyfriend rides you through it, the feel of tightening around him enough to send his come deep up into you, thick ropes of his hot liquid spurting.

He removes his hand from your mouth, carefully pulling out of you as he watches his come ooze out of your pussy. He pulls up his clothes, buckling his pants as you stumble, trying to pull your underwear up, your body weak.

He chuckles at you, assisting you in making yourself presentable. He spins you around, pulling your lips to his again, his hands squeezing your waist as yours wrap around his neck.

“I love you.” You tell him, pulling away bringing your hands to slide down his chest.

“I love you too.” He repeats, kissing you on the forehead. Linking your hand with his, you both begin to walk back up to the party. “We should fuck outside more often.”

You smack him playfully on the arm, his face sporting a cheeky grin as you look at him.

“So that’s where you scuttled off to.” You both look up, a smug Tig Trager in your path. You groan, turning to bury your face into Happy’s chest. “A quickie in the woods.”

“We sure did.” Happy tells him, his tone mischevious and proud.

“At least invite me next time, guys. You know I hate feeling left out.” Laughing, you push Tig out the way, trying to smooth your hair down as you walk to the restroom. What an eventful night.

A/N - Hope you liked this! I wrote this so easily which was great, it all just sort of came together :) the next one probably be about the reader and one of the boys (not sure which yet) only being a few months into their relationship and he finds out she’s got depression. Thanks for reading :)

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For @doyoubeproudandlovelots​, glad you’re back on tumblr x

“I’ve missed you, you know,” Liam pouts as he gently grabs for Zayn’s tie, still knot around his neck. “My fashionista boyfriend.”

He pulls him in a for a kiss, only popping back so he can praise Zayn more. “On the cover of Vogue.” Wide eyes stare up into Zayn’s. “Can you really believe that happened?” 

“No,” he chuckles with a small shake of his head. Forcing himself slightly more into the doorway, Zayn closes the front door of the hotel room behind him. “But I’m not really the one that should be asking that, should I?”

Liam raises his eyebrows. “Whatever do you mean?” He asks a little too innocently, his lashes fluttering.

“Mr. I’m Too Sexy For My Shirt,” Zayn rolls his eyes with a huff of a laugh. “Didn’t think that was gonna happen.” The giggle that erupts from Liam’s mouth only stretches Zayn’s grin further. 

“I didn’t either, actually. Spur of the moment thing, really,” Liam admits with a shy shrug. 

“What if,” Zayn asks quietly, leaning in so he can pepper kisses to Liam’s cheeks, his nose as he talks. “We had to tell our childhood selves what we’d done this week?” He lingers against Liam’s mouth. “I mean, first of all, we’d have to explain about One Direction and all that.” He waves his hand. “Then, we’d have to get into solo stuff, about my fashion–well, my fashion line,” he mumbles against his jaw. He smirks against Liam’s skin. “The juicy stuff would come next. How you stripped down in front of a pack of screaming girls and how I was on the cover of Vogue.” 

Playfully pushing Zayn back, Liam snorts. “That doesn’t sound like a quite even story there, does it? Makes mine sound almost dull in comparison.“

“What can I say? It’s hard to win when you have my story to compare with,” Zayn teases as he leans back into Liam with a grin. 

“Shut it,” Liam laughs. 

“I mean,” Zayn continues slowly. “I may be purposefully ignoring how you have an amazing collab with one of the most popular DJs in the world, how your solo debut is still smashing it on the charts. And how I’m absolutely 100% sure that your whole album will do the same. Whenever Mr. Payne’s soon happens.” 

Liam groans. “Soon enough, okay? Besides, I haven’t really heard that much about your second album in a while, hmm? Who are you to talk, huh?”

“Fair enough, I can’t talk,” Zayn admits with a raise of his hands. “That’s why we’re together in the first place, idget. ‘Cause we’re too alike sometimes,” Zayn taunts as he rubs his nose against Liam’s. Suddenly pressing his lips hard against the other boy’s, he pulls back almost just as quickly, his excitement seemingly contagious. “You know what I want to do?”

“Well, I can think of a lot of things,” Liam whispers lowly, traveling his fingers over the collarbone, the chest, the rest of the body he’s missed for far too long.

Zayn swats his hand away. “Not that, you perv. Though,” Zayn adds thoughtfully. “Keep that in mind for later.” He raises his eyebrows, his lips quirking up.

“Okay, what do you want to do, then, Zed?” Liam asks lightly, amused at Zayn–like always.

“What I really want to do is… Build a blanket fort,” Zayn hums, pulling Liam into the room a bit further so they’re looking straight at the bed. His glance flying to the multitude of chairs sitting at the table and then back to Liam, he waggles his eyebrows at him. “What do you say, eh?”

Liam pretends to look thoughtful for a moment, even though he’s already decided long ago that whatever Zayn wants, he gets. 

Seeing his expression, Zayn continues on in a rush, “Come on, we didn’t think we’d ever end up here. At least, I didn’t. The 10-year-old in me is dying to get out, at least just this once.” He grins. “’Cause while he likely wouldn’t believe any of the other stuff I’ve done, I know he’d believe the fact that I made a blanket fort with my beautiful–and very, very supportive and understanding–boyfriend.” 

Liam can’t hold back his smile anymore, the obvious, bribing compliments finally breaking him. It cracks onto his face before he responds quickly, “Sounds perfect, babe.” He nods as if thinking this through himself. “And we can even ask room service for an extra set of sheets so that we don’t have to put our fort away for the night. If you want.”

Zayn’s eyes shine. “Yeah, I want that,” he gets out excitedly. “We can have our own little bubble, away from the rest of the world. If only for a bit.”

“I love you,” Liam says suddenly, pulling Zayn in for one more peck on the lips.

“Love you, too, babe,” Zayn happily responds against his mouth, kissing him back. “Now, come on, let’s get this started before we get too distracted.” He flashes Liam a smile as he gives him a taunting look.

Liam blushes just slightly. “Okay, okay,” he concedes easily. “Besides, I guess we can always do all the kissing and cuddling we want inside of our fort.”

“And I can see those abs again,” Zayn pipes up.

“Just get going,” Liam groans, but he can’t help the laugh that bubbles up from his lips and the complete, warm feeling of home that overtakes him.

Hands of Time

Pairing: You / Shownu

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 2,820

Genre: Soulmate!AU // Non-Idol!AU

Summary: In a world filled with soulmates, you never really think about meeting yours. It will happen, but the when is harder to pinpoint; unless you happen to have a count down attached to your wrist. Now it’s only a matter of time before you meet them, and you aren’t sure how to feel.

Everybody on Earth has a soulmate. Soulmates can have a timer on their wrists or the red string of fate tying them together; they can have the name of their future partner on them or a small tattoo that matches someone else’s. Since before I, or my parents, or even my great great grandparents were born, soulmates existed in the world, though people never truly noticed that they were being led to said person.

I find myself looking down at my wrist again, watching the timer tick away. I’ve got three days, seven hours, fifteen minutes and twenty-six, no, twenty-five seconds before I officially meet my other half. Dropping my head into my hands, I rub at my temples and whisper over and over to myself that this was pre-ordained. Whoever I meet is going to be the love of my life, for the rest of my mortal existence. A deep sigh escapes me as I imagine all the possible situations.

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