forever in love with your voice

I’ll give you my heart; I’ll open it up,
Will you listen to its small still voice?
For soft and quiet my heart will speak
To the one I’ll call my wife.

Did you hear it dear? Did you listen well?
Do you understand what it said?
For deep is the love that it speaks to you,
Deep as the rose is red.

So, take my heart and treat it well
And forever in this life,
Come walk with me, your hand in mine.

Aisles  [M]

Aisle One

Summary: Jungkook was your best friend. You held onto his secrets. And he knew all of yours. Except for one. One that would change your friendship forever. You were in love with him.

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

Genre: bestfriend!au, college!au, angst, smut

Word Count: 7,458

Originally posted by sugutie

Aisle One Aisle Two

“What toothpaste brand do you like?” you asked as you walked down the aisle. You were  too busy staring at the different brands of toothpaste in your hands to notice the person you were talking to wasn’t Hoseok.

“I like the one in your left hand” a strange voice responded.


Your head snapped up to look at the owner of the voice that didn’t belong Hoseok. As you took in his frame, he was definitely the complete opposite of the person you had mistaken him for.The boy in front of you was tall, muscular. His messy dark hair hidden beneath a beanie. He smiled at you and for a second you forgot how words worked, incapable of processing anything else that he was saying.


“I’m sorry, I thought you were my roommate” you nervously spat out as soon as you regained the ability to speak.


He laughed as the two of you stood awkwardly across from each other, “Don’t worry about it”


“Marco!” you heard Hoseok’s voice ring out through the otherwise quiet pharmacy.


“Polo” you responded as your cheeks flushed a million different shades of red as the boy’s face lit up even more. But you couldn’t get the nerve to look at him, avoiding eye contact by returning one of the tubes of toothpaste back onto the shelf you had taken it from. The sound of your rescue, Hoseok’s footsteps, got louder and louder as they filled the growing awkward silence between the two of you.


“Y/N, where have you been? I thought you got swallowed by a toothpaste monster or something” Hoseok teased as he walked up to the two of you.

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anonymous asked:

Your swan story just made me think "What if a tiny 4'11 woman saw a transformed swan and was basically all 'please make me ripped too' and ended up building a house by the lake to be with her swan buds. And people keep passing by and thinking she's a swan in human form, and are not prepared for her friends when their wrong"

(I love this idea! I’m trying this new thing where I don’t write 5,000 words and don’t post because it doesn’t have an ending lol. So here’s a short one!)


“I’ll make her my wife!” Samuel declares, slamming his tankard on the bar. The men and women around him groan, but it’s his best friend Otis that speaks.

“You’ve said that everyday for the past week,” Otis says. “Maybe try talking to her first, huh?”

Samuel shakes his head so hard that his hair, tied up with a scrap of leather, comes undone. “We don’t need words. Our eyes met across the lake. The sun lit up her verdant eyes and–”

We fell in love instantly,” the pub choruses. The ladies in the back all take a shot, giggling at their incomprehensible game.

Samuel continues doggedly. “My mother married a frog, and I will marry myself a swan. Fairy tales run in my family, mate, you’ll see.”

“Sure, you drunk bastard,” Otis says and buys him another pint.

Samuel decides that tomorrow, tomorrow he’ll show them all.

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“Good morning,” he calls from the fence line. He swipes his hat from his hand as the young woman turns and tries not to show his nerves. “L-lovely day we’re having, no?”

The young woman blinks at him. She’s small, thin arms and dainty feet with a long, lovely neck. This makes sense, of course, seeing that she is a swan in human form.

Samuel knows that at any moment, his love will invite him in, glad to finally have an excuse to be in his presence just as he is glad to be in hers. It is good that he knows this because the blood is pounding in his ears and he can hardly hear a thing over the thunder of his own heart.

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I looked through our conversations when we used to be on cloud nine and in love, these were the times you told me how lucky you are to have a girl like me, how thankful you are because you never received such love I was giving to you and whatever happens, you will never let me go. The words you said mean everything to me and it stabs my heart, realizing that these words mean nothing anymore. I can’t help myself but to cry my heart out till the sun has set. The pain is too heavy to bear, the love I believed to be true and different was gone. We used to be over the moon, but the present tells the opposite. This is stupid of me to say but, I won’t deny the fact that I miss you so much. I love you, I still do. But somehow, I’ve come with the thought that I can’t do anything anymore, I need to let you go because it’s the right thing to do. I’ve decided to finally move on and this would be the last time I would cry over you because there was nothing left to hold on to and I can’t hold on to something that doesn’t want to be held.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry because I was the reason why you let things end. I’m sorry for the terrible mistake I made, I never blamed you for deciding to end this because you were hurt and I understand. I only have myself to blame. But, I was hoping you would’ve understood, that I did it for us. I always feared the day would come, the day you will finally won’t take back the words you’ve said. I’m sorry for the other things that have hurt you, for the things that made you cry, jealous and mad. 


Thank you. I’m thankful that I met you because you have given me a temporary bliss. I laughed and smiled because of you. Somehow, you made me feel loved and beautiful in a short period of time. Thank you for the good days: the days we felt unstoppable like we’re flying high, when holding your hand felt like home, leaning on your shoulders made me feel secure and hearing your voice sound like the angels are singing. It was worth it, being loved and loving you. Thank you for making me realize how capable I am to love someone. You proved forever within a number of days. You were the greatest and worst thing ever happen to me. 


Goodbye. This will be the last time that I will write you a message, I’ll accept the fact that some things are meant to end, even though I used to believe that you won’t let that happen. I did everything I could to make you stay, but I guess your life no longer includes me because, you’re happy now and I can see that clearly. You already found a love that’s all the things ours couldn’t be. I hope you find overwhelming joy by her side, I hope she won’t hurt you and make you cry. I hope for the best for the both of you. It hurts but I’ve accepted the painful truth that I am just a distant memory now. I don’t regret loving you, but what I regret is that I let myself believe that this would last.


I won’t forget you and the memories, I will always keep you alive in my heart. I’ll just get used to not having you in my life anymore. Deep within my heart knows getting over you won’t be simple. I need to stop loving you so I can start loving myself again. You were a painful blessing, but you were also a great lesson. I guess you’re just another chapter of my life needed to end. I still and will pray for your safety and happiness even though I’m in pain right now, I still believe you deserve the best. I hope you find everything in her that you couldn’t find in me. You will always be my greatest love.

—  S.L // unsent last message

Goodbye.
It’s a word everyone says at some point in their life.
Sometimes you mean it, sometimes you don’t.
& most of the time it has more than one meaning.
Goodbye: I’ll see you later.
Goodbye: I’ll see you tomorrow.
Goodbye: I’ll see you soon.
Goodbye: I hope I’ll see you one day.
Goodbye: I hope we meet again.
Goodbye: I have to go because I’m hurting you.
Goodbye: I have to go because you’re hurting me.
Goodbye: I have to say it only because you’re giving me no choice.

You get to choose who you say hello to.
You can be polite & say it to a stranger.
You can say it to new people you meet & grown to love.
Before every goodbye there was a hello.
& you got to choose.
You got the opportunity to acknowledge that person into your life.

You know what you don’t always get to choose…
If they stay.
Their goodbye may not be your goodbye.
You may see no good in leaving them behind.
For a day, for a year, for forever.
You may want to hold onto that hello more than you want to hold onto the sound of their voice, or the smell of their hair or the color of their eyes.

It is a cruel word, goodbye.
Because for most, there just isn’t anything quite good about it.

So I took “and he gets really sad” to Langst levels because I have no control. 

A small case of the sniffles was nothing to Lance. He worked through it with ease, but when he woke up two days later with a throat so raw and so sore that it brought tears to his eyes, he began to second guess himself.

However, he still tried to power through, but halfway through breakfast, his weak, raspy voice gave out entirely when he was in the middle of reassuring Shiro that he just had a small cold.

He tried to talk, but all that came out was a soft squeak that left him wincing.

“Just a cold, huh?” Keith asked, one eyebrow arched in a teasing manner.

Lance huffed and poked at his throat. He cleared his throat and tried once more to respond vocally, but it was helpless and quite painful.

“You better not,” Shiro warned. “You’ll only make it worse.” He held an index finger up to his mouth, motioning for Lance to keep quiet.

Lance sighed, shoulders slumping in defeat. For the remainder of breakfast, he shoved his food around his plate with his fork as the others chattered around him as if nothing was wrong.

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autistic pidge headcanons because im procatinating on homework

  • she was one of those “gifted and talented” kids all throughout elementary school, but once she hit sixth grade her grades kinda plummeted for a while because she stopped finding all her classes interesting and her executive dysfunction kicked in because of that
  • she hated school projects, especially english ones. the instructions were too vague but she felt embarrassed to ask her teacher to go over literally everything on the rubric just for clarification.
  • the girl needs a chew toy. if she had one, she would probably gnaw on it until it was ripped and ragged. but since she doesn’t she ends up clenching her jaw unconsciously a lot, which has actually led to her having some dental problems 
  • her favorite visual stim videos are those ones where people poke/crush floam or slime. the crunch sound some of them make is just A++++ to her and she gets disappointed when there is no crunch.
  • she has echolalia. she’ll repeat new words that she just learned, or will usually repeat back what someone just said to her. she mostly does this with hunk, who realizes that she likes repeating things so when he talks he’ll sometimes come up with something that’s fun to say just incase she wants to repeat it.
  • sometimes she’ll echolalize her own name with this rhyme she made up. it starts with her just saying “pidge” and then she’ll go “pidge podge” and then “pidge podge pudge” and she’ll just continue it with the rest of the vowels in the alphabet. she only does this when she’s sure she’s 1000000% alone though. 
  • she can pass really well as a neurotypical due to how she’s watched them a lot and knows how to copy their responses and reactions to things. sometimes she’s too good at acting neurotypical and gets frustrated with NTs when they don’t respond in the usual neurotypical way, because it’s basically like they’re breaking script on her and she gets really confused.
  • she has terrible volume control at times. usually, she’s good. she can keep her voice down with no problem. but say she’s out at a restaurant with her friends or something, and is really excited? forget it, she’s practically yelling 
  • she will info dump on you like there’s no tomorrow, if you hang out with her long enough. just wait like twenty minutes after some casual conversation and soon she’ll be talking your ear off about her latest invention or the most recent tech information she learned.
  • she will love you forever if you let her info dump on you
  • her stim kit consists of a piece of yarn, a beaded bracelet, and a clicking pen. still no chew toy. she hasn’t changed anything in it since she was nine and she really needs to. 
  • she relates a lot to keith, who is also autistic, and lance, who has adhd, and they bond over #JustNeurodivergentThings together (just like i mentioned in my autistic keith headcanons post)

anonymous asked:

I just got some really, really bad news. Can I get some tooth rottingly sweet drarry fluff to try and balance it out? ❤️

Draco is not a sappy person.  Absolutely not.  

He most definitely doesn’t keep all the anniversary and Christmas cards Harry has ever given him in a hidden drawer in his desk.  Nor does he circle the days they will  see each other on his calendar in invisible ink lest his nosy secretary accidentally see.

He definitely does not carry a picture of the two of them from their first Christmas together in his, smiling and laughing and looking free, in his wallet,  enchanted to look like a business card should anyone but him look at it.  

And he definitely, definitely is not head over heals in love with Harry Potter.

So when he goes into Waldrick’s Wizarding Wares and Fine Jewelry that Tuesday afternoon it is only look because he is not a man of rash decisions.  He’d simply seem an attractive gold band glimmering in the window and decided to have a look is all.

When he leaves the shoppe two hours later his wallet is considerably lighter and his robe pocket feels extraordinarily heavy, especially for for such a small box.  He slips his hand inside his pocket, wrapping it around the box and letting his thumb caress the smooth velvet.  His heart feels too big and his courage too small.  He most definitely is not proposing to Harry.

He carries the box in his pocket for exactly 87 days.  In fact he almost convinces himself he means not to do it too, because they’ve got a great thing going and he will not be the one to muck it up.  He simply will not risk it.

Until the 88th day.

Harry sleeps over and when Draco awakes the next morning it is to the glorious sight of Harry splayed across his bed, his legs tangled in the sheets and his body radiating a warmth that Draco finds intoxicating.  His hair is a complete disaster and his mouth hangs open just a bit, his entire body heavy with sleep.  He looks so relaxed, so at peace and something in Draco breaks in that moment at the idea of Harry ever leaving.  He thinks of the nights Harry is gone and he clings to the empty sheets inhaling his scent and wishing he were here.    

And then Harry is rolling over towards him, a smile spreading across his face before he even opens his eyes as he presses his lips against Draco’s neck in a gentle kiss.

“Marry me?” Draco whispers.

Harry pulls back with a jump, his eyes bright and perhaps a little hopeful. “Are you serious?”

“If I hadn’t been serious I wouldn’t have asked,” Draco replies shortly, a bit of insecurity creeping back in.  Perhaps this had been a bad idea after all.

“But when we first got together you said you’d never get married,” Harry says, and Draco isn’t sure if its a statement or a question but he feels Harry’s hands trembling and understands that he is not the only one unsure.

“I say a lot of things I don’t mean.  Now is not one of those times.  I don’t want you to leave.  Ever.  I don’t want you come to my flat or me go to yours; I want a place that’s ours.  I don’t want to ever see you walking away and not know that you’re coming back to me every time.  I love you, Harry, and I don’t say it enough.  But I do, with everything I am.  You make me a better man and I want you as mine.  Forever.  Please say yes.”

“Yes!” Harry all but yells, pinning him down against the bed.  “Fuck yes,” Harry says again and Draco doesn’t even have time to consider the shakiness in Harry’s voice because Harry is kissing him as if he might actually die if he stops; desperate and demanding and consuming.

Hours later, when Harry is asleep again, Draco traces a heart on the bare skin of Harry’s back, memorizing the way he’d looked when he’d said yes and he thinks that perhaps he might just be a little bit sappy.

these memes are based on the very lovely blog affectionsuggestion

‘  all i want to do is kiss you breathless  &  watch as your eyes light up when i tell you that you’re my universe.  ’
‘  concept:  just you  &  me,  driving away from the city.  the windows are down  &  the cold air feels amazing.  our songs are playing  &  we couldn’t be more in love.  ’
‘  concept:  we are together  &  nothing in the world can bring us down.  ’
‘  concept:  we listen to showtunes in bed while we eat chinese food under a blanket.  ’
‘  even when i’m not thinking about you,  i’m still kinda thinking about you.  ’
‘  every time we talk,  every time we touch,  i feel more  &  more in love with you.  ’
‘  everything  –  every single thing  –  reminds me of you.  ’
‘  hearing  ‘ i love you ’  from your side of the bed late at night makes my heart feel like it’s bursting with tiny,  happy spring flowers.  ’
‘  i can’t stop kissing you  &  i can’t stop thinking about kissing you.  ’
‘  i can’t stop thinking about you.  i just want to kiss you,  again  &  again  &  again  &  again.  ’
‘  i can’t wait for the next time i get to kiss you.  ’
‘  i can’t wait to have hundreds of adventures with you.  ’
‘  i can’t wait to raise a dog with you.  ’
‘  i can’t wait to see you again.  it’s only a matter of time before we embrace  &  i feel at home once more.  ’
‘  i can’t wait until we’re in the same country,  in the same city,  in the same bed  &  under the same blanket.  ’
‘  i daydream about how your fingers would feel if they were intertwined with mine right now.  ’
‘  i didn’t believe in soulmates until i met you.  ’
‘  i don’t want better.  i want you.  ’
‘  i feel like i could lie wrapped in your arms,  staring at the sky for centuries  &  need nothing else.  ’
‘  i had a dream that we kissed last night.  ’
‘  i just need to be in a meadow right now on a warm day,  with you,  the smell of grass  &  flowers around us.  ’
‘  i just want to be sitting in the sun with you,  not knowing whether the warmth i feel is the pleasant sun or your soft smile warming my heart.   ’
‘  i just want to make gingerbread houses with you around christmas.  ’
‘  i just want to wake up in your arms every day.  ’
‘  i just want you close to me.  ’
‘  i just want you to sleep well  &  be happy.  ’
‘  i love everything about you.  ’
‘  i love how our legs feel entangled with each other.  i crave that feeling.  ’
‘  i miss you all the time.  i’m never sure how i feel,  but i know i always want you around.  ’
‘  i miss your soft touch against my skin.  ’
‘  i need your arms  &  legs around me,  surrounded by your warmth,  holding me tight,  with no intention of letting me go.  ’
‘  i often wake up thinking about you.  ’
‘  i stay up until 11:11 every night just to wish you were here with me.  ’
‘  i think you’re my favorite person in the world right now.  ’
‘  i want nothing but to make good memories with you.  ’
‘  i want to be your past,  present,  &  future.  ’
‘  i want to dance with you while you sing all your favorite songs,   looking lovingly into my eyes  &  meaning every beautiful lyric you sing to me.  ’
‘  i want to fill a hundred photo albums with memories of adventures with you.  ’
‘  i want to kiss every single spot on your body that you’re insecure of.  ’
‘  i want to kiss you each morning  &  each night.  ’
‘  i want to laugh with you  &  hold your cold hands.  ’
‘  i want to make a home with you.  the kind of home that lets you feel the love inside of it when you walk in.  it’ll be a safe place for us  &  the people we let into it.  ’
‘  i want to make chocolate mousse with you  &  then we can eat it together.  ’
‘  i want to see a whole world of different sunsets with you.  ’
‘  i want to take a walk in the snow with you.  ’
‘  i want us to share all of our excitement together.  ’
‘  i want you to kiss me  &  hold me close while telling me everything is going to be okay.  ’
‘  i wish you’d just kiss me.  ’
‘  i would rather listen to your silence when i’m with you than any kind of music on this world.  ’
‘  if i could gather all the stars in the sky  &  give them to you i would  ’
‘  if there’s a day where i don’t tell you i love you,  there’s a day i’m not living.  ’
‘  in my eyes,  you’re a king.  ’
‘  in my eyes,  you’re a queen.  ’
‘  it’s been years now.  despite everything,  we are alive  &  we are together  &  we are okay.  ’
‘  i’d love to snuggle up to you when you want affection most.  ’
‘  i’m happy you exist.  ’
‘  i’m so blessed to have met you.  you’ve already got me longing to be in your company constantly.  ’
‘  i’m so glad i keep you in my life.  your eyes,  your hugs,  you lips,  your words,  &  your smile keep me going every day.  ’
‘  just the sight of your beautiful smile or the way you say hello is enough to make even my darkest days a little brighter.  ’
‘  just you in my harms,   laying on my chest;  it’s just us being us  &  i think we are simply meant to be.  ’
‘  lay on your stomach as i give you sweet kisses on your back  &  neck while i’m feeling your love tingling in my body.  ’
‘  let’s fight the right wingers  &  make the world a better place.  ’
‘  let’s go somewhere quiet  &  just be together.  ’
‘  let’s see everything together…   the whole world.  ’
‘  let’s sit in the forest together,  the particles in the air reflecting sunlight reminding me of the brightness in your eyes.  ’
‘  my love for you makes me want to be strong for you.  ’
‘  now i know the meaning of  ‘ i wouldn’t change you for the world. ’  ’
‘  now i understand why all my other relationships didn’t work out:  i am meant to be with you.  ’
‘  now it’s back to counting down the days until i get to feel free again,  until i get to be in your arms again,  until i get to see your radiance face-to-face again.  ’
‘  nowhere feels as safe as being in your arms.  ’
‘  one day i won’t be scared to say i love you.  ’
‘  one day we’ll do everything we dream about together.  ’
‘  seeing your eyes in the morning sunlight  &  feeling the warmth of your gaze brings upon me makes me realize i’m in love.   ’
‘  tell me about the things you’re passionate about.  tell me every detail about your favorite things.  i don’t care if it takes all day,  i love you  &  i love to hear you be happy  &  excited about things.  ’
‘  the thought of your voice  &  the softness of your smile keeps me going when we can’t be together.  i hope you understand you’ve given me a lot of faith  &  happiness when i thought it’d be impossible,  when i thought i didn’t deserve it.  ’
‘  the way you look at me makes me feel like i’m the most beautiful goddess in the universe.  ’
‘  there’s nothing i want more than to stay under blankets with you  &  curl up in your lap.  ’
‘  thinking of you makes me think that maybe it’ll all be okay.  ’
‘  we’ll celebrate holidays together  &  make our own traditions.  ’
‘  when i think about you my heart feels funny.  ’
‘  when i’m with you,  i get a feeling like coming home after a long time away.  ’
‘  whether you’re blossoming or struggling,  i’ll stay with you.  i’ll keep on loving you.  ’
‘  you are endlessly,  implausibly fascinating.  ’
‘  you are like hot chocolate,  you make my insides warm.  ’
‘  you are more beautiful than my favorite songs.  ’
‘  you fascinate me.  ’
‘  you make me feel safe.  ’
‘  you make me feel how i never thought i could.  ’
‘  you make me understand lyrics to cheesy love songs.  ’
‘  you make my heart feel light as a feather yet heavy as bricks all at once.  ’
‘  you,  my dear,  have the voice of an angel.  ’
‘  your  ‘ i love you ’  has turned into my favorite lullaby.  ’
‘  your arms are home to me.  ’
‘  your eyes make me think about stormy skies in a different way,  your smile makes me blush just thinking about it  &  i think i am totally in love with you.  ’
‘  your hands are my favorite hands to touch  &  to hold.  ’
‘  your hands are so warm  &  your hair is so soft  &  i want to touch you forever  &  ever.  ’
‘  your love for me reminds me to love myself.  ’
‘  your smile is the most beautiful sight on this earth.  ’
‘  you’re the highlight of my day.  ’
‘  you’re the only person who can make me feel this way.  ’

Push Over(Jimin Smut)

So, I will only warn you once. If you want to think you’re bad ass and read this then you’re on your own. This is NSFW AND I’M GOING TO WARN YOU IT IS TRIGGERING THIS IS NOT SOMETHING FOR THE KIDDIES DO NOT READ IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE THE KINKS ABOVE AND INCASE YOU DID NOT TAKE THE TIME TO READ THEM I WILL TELL YOU RIGHT NOW WHAT THE KINKS ARE

GUN PLAY, OIL, VIBRATORS, SPANKINGS, CHOKING, ORAL, ANAL, OVER-STIMULATION, RECORDING, DIRTY TALKING. I don’t regret anything. 

@irene-diabolik

 

Push Over:

There you were sitting there with your fingers drumming impatiently against the table you were waiting at. You were beyond pissed/ You were so lived that you felt as if your whole world was turning upside down. You couldn’t believe Jimin had actually stood you up. Here you were, in a short tight red velvet dress hair dolled up in a bun that was decorated with jewels. Eyes lined with a mixture of light and dark seductive makeup and lipstick decked out on your lips. You were past a dime piece tonight and you hated these kinds of places especially wearing tight dresses. You were more of a baggy sweats and tank top kind of woman. Fancy events didn’t excite you but because it was an anniversary you told yourself that it would be better this way. To at least make the male happy because he had done so much for you and he had made your lives better together. But now all these higher up people were looking at you with judgmental gazes. You knew what they were thinking. That you were stuck up, maybe waiting for a man, or for someone to notice you. And who were you to tell them that you weren’t? Because it was none of their fucking business what you were doing here but because it was a constant glare and a constant feeling of eyes on you. Your hand swiped out to pick up your phone, reading that it was 11 PM five hours after the set date with Jimin, you gripped at all you had throwing a hundred-dollar bill down on the table walking out of the door.

You were hurt. It stung deeply, telling yourself to just plant one foot in front of the other you could feel the burning in your reddened cheeks. Black heels piercing the tiled floor as you walked out one of the most upscale popular restaurants in Seoul, you reached a hand out to hail a cab and of course some blew you off because you were a female. Sighing softly, you waited patiently, the cold wind whipping against your cheeks.

“It’s cold out. Take my jacket bunny.” You imagined Jimin saying to you. Seeing an illusion of him standing beside you, dressed down in a black suit and a white tie. His pink hair combed back and gelled down. You were so intoxicated by his beauty, at first you didn’t notice the tears sliding down your cheeks, or the taxi cab that was honking at you until the fourth time the horn sounded. You snapped out of it quickly, opening the back door, you sat down bowing your head in apology to the indifferent driver wiping your cheeks quickly. Crying was never your forte, your mother had told you it was ok to let out a few tears every now and then but you had got caught up in a dangerous life. Drugs, sex, violence and everything in between so there was no room for crying, unless of course it was tears of pleasure. It had started years ago. You were young and naïve taking the bus home when you knew better, you knew you should have called your parents but you were a hard-headed girl. Getting off the bus you were snatched by gang members, who pointed a gun to your head and told you not to utter a word. Bringing you to an old abandoned building you were sat in a chair and talked down on like you were nothing more than garbage. But luckily for you, the leader of the gang had a son a few years older than you who wanted you the very moment he had set eyes on you. It was a match made in heaven or hell, however you look at it. Park Jimin was your everything. He had given you everything. Yes of course you weren’t into the whole gang love and you refused to give him the time or day. But he started undermining you, showing up to your house, barging in to meet your parents. He even picked you up from school offering you protection from bullies who teased you for being the smart goody girl. It didn’t take long to have you fallen for his charms or in his bed.

He was a wildfire that consumed your body and left nothing for the waking. But lately he wasn’t here. You assumed it was because of his business he was running, or running away from the cops themselves. But it seemed like now he was running from you. He came home and he was too tired to do anything, in the mornings he tried to have quickies but it wasn’t something you enjoyed anymore. He always fucked you rough he never took his time to enjoy you. And that was what you hated. You felt like you were just becoming another girl that he stringed along in his life and those promises forever and always. They seemed to fade in the distance like his voice. Those cheap thrill words he told you just to get you cumming so he could say he tired you out. There was no love, he didn’t hold you. He didn’t make you feel wanted. And he never talked to you. He just shut you out. Completely ignoring you. So when he asked for a date you were shocked thinking this was just what you both needed to get each other back on one accord. That it would solve all of your problems. And then he didn’t show up. A typical Jimin doing typical shit. And you were tired of having a typical man with typical charms.

Slamming the door once you got home, the taxi driver blew at you speeding off and you flipped him off screaming. It wasn’t his fault, you didn’t mean to take your anger out on him, it just sort of happened when you were worked up and it had been a few weeks since the last time you had even been touched. Opening the door to your house, you half expected to see Jimin there apologizing. But all you felt was the coldness of the air draft hitting your skin. The cold light switches off in the dark house showing that no one had been there since you left. Sliding down to the floor you shut the door behind you, a ball of tears and throbbing feet until you picked up the pieces of your heart and got your ass in your bed.

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“Good morning.” Jimin’s soft voice rang out from the kitchen where he sat as you walked in through the doors wearing a full on T-shirt with a bra underneath it and sweatpants with panties. You never went to sleep with all your clothing on but ever since that night a month ago you vowed to never give into Jimin, to make a change and maybe leave. He had come home the next day apologizing and asking for a redo. You had simply walked off not even answering him. And that is how it has been for the past month. The tension growing thicker every time he tried to talk to you because you didn’t give a fuck about what he had to say anymore. He tried to help you wash dishes, you were drop them and move around, he would offer you to cook, you stopped it all together throwing the food out to get takeout instead. Jimin tried to help you undress because he thought you would let him bury himself balls deep into your pussy but he later had a rude awakening when you pushed him away and gave him a death glare. Not even saying a word now, you saw the coffee and breakfast he cooked for you but instead of taking it you grabbed a bottle of water opting out of eating at home today.

“Are you fucking kidding me Y/N! It’s been a month already!” Jimin shouted, his voice no longer soft nor sweet how he was trying to imitate it. You turned around to watch him, opening up the bottle of cold water you pressed it to your lips taking a swig of the coolness before you licked your lips not even responding to what he said. Walking off from him you made your way back up the stairs to your room blowing him off once again. While you were getting dressed you heard a lot of slamming things down stairs and things being broken. You smirked to yourself, proud that he was a pit of feels and not knowing what to do with himself. He wasn’t the one embarrassed, or the one that got stood up and left alone. He wasn’t the one who went weeks without being touched, and months without being loved. That was the fucked up part. You gave Park Jimin everything he wanted and you had made up your mind you would never get it back. Planning on leaving him, you had started to look for other places to live, working late at the dance studio to earn more money for a down payment. This was the final week of you dealing with his shit. And you’d leave for good.

Changing into jogging spandex pants and a red sports bra you decided to go jogging without a shirt today. Maybe if you were lucky someone would see you and want to sweep you off of your feet. You did your hair in a lose high ponytail, putting on your wireless beats earphones in your ear, you let your phone Bluetooth your music and walking down the stairs you looked around for Jimin. Of course he was gone and despite some part of you feeling happy about it, there was a tiny part of you wishing that it wouldn’t had been so. Grabbing at your keys to the house you put on your shoes and shut the door starting your jog.

~

The jog was something to help you take your mind off things. At first you hated running, but then you wanted to stay in shape for Jimin. Now you ran to burn out your anger and any other feelings that managed to seep through your bones. It had been a good two miles that you ran on the pavement of the backroads by the park outline. You didn’t want to run through the crowds of the people so this was a safe way for you to run and make sure that you got your exercise. Legs shaking, you could feel the beat of your heart against your ribcage, the sweat pouring down from your face and breast to your stomach and neck. Your legs shaking lightly, the burn felt so good, even your ass cheeks felt it. Smiling to yourself you were singing an upbeat song and then like that it was all gone.

A hand around your mouth you were about to scream until you saw nothing but blackness over your eyes. Trying to fight with what little strength you had your body was hauled up over someone’s shoulder and you were thrown into a vehicle. You knew so because you could feel your body sliding with every twist and turn it made. A hand reaching up to take off the black thing over your head, your arms were soon caught behind your back and you couldn’t move. You fought and struggled to get out of it before you blacked out from the lack of air a million thoughts running through your mind. And the biggest one itself was that Jimin wouldn’t even know nor care.

A yell from your lips sounded off as you woke up by the surprise of cold water pouring down on your body. You were soaking wet, eyes glaring around in a panic to see what happened you were shocked to see yourself in the old abandoned warehouse that was the location for Jimin’s gang and where you both first met. Looking around and then straight forward you saw him there, wearing a long black sleeved shirt and blue jeans that were ripped and fitting on his thighs. His hair wild and everywhere Jimin had a gun in his hand, it was just sitting there sleek and black. He waved it at two people and looking around as far as you could, you saw the men retreating leaving you there with just Jimin and his friend.

“I never thought I would have to do this to you. But it seems times just, cause for drastic measures. Now I’m going to offer you one chance to speak. Or I will force it out of you.” Jimin spoke to you slowly. And then it all came back to you. Glaring at him you didn’t quite know what he meant until you landed your eyes on the gun again and you gave him a snarl.

There was silence in the room for a bit, before Jimin sighed and he stood up walking towards you. “You know you really fucking piss me off sitting there like a fucking robot. Is that what you want to be treated like? Nothing.. A fucking rag doll? A piece of shit?” Jimin asked as he got right in your face, hands on his knees as he watched you. When you didn’t even mumble a word he rolled his eyes, unlocking the safety option he pressed the cold gun against your left temple and it caused you to gasp your body seeming to react as you whimpered slightly. “She’s alive!!” He rang out dramatically like a deranged person, the gun pushing so hard against your head it tilted it a bit. Your chest rising and falling with each harsh breath you took, your eyes looked up at him and fear gripped at your heart. Trying to move your hands so that you could slap him, but you were bound to the chair your ankles and wrist by rope.

“Oh yes, I thought of it all. See, I’m going to make you taught. I’m going to get a whole lot out of you today miss. I will make sure you say something.” Jimin purred gently. He let the gun slowly drift down your face towards your neck, over your collarbones and to your breast. The barrel running against each of your nipples before he moved the gun down the dip of your breast towards your stomach. He smirked watching you, watching how your breath became staggered your eyes opening wider in fear. He was enjoying this a bit too much. The barrel of the gun continued to slide until it was resting against your center. He rubbed it up and down your pussy and you wanted to jerk your hips away but you couldn’t move you couldn’t go anywhere. “Does my baby girl like that?” He teased you with a chuckle.

“GO TO HELL!” You shouted at him, tears driving down your cheeks as you gritted your teeth watching him. Jimin didn’t like that. Gripping at the gun he pressed it under your chin making your eyes lock with his as he responded to you.

“I’m taking a first class trip there and I’m fucking taking you with me.” He snarled in your face before he pulled back. Jimin moved behind you and all you could hear was steps. Your hands tried to jerk harder at the chair but it was no use, it was not moving in your favor. You saw the back of him as he sat up the camera turning it on. Your eyes moving to look at the single mattress that was on the floor. You didn’t know how you didn’t see it but the toys, so many toys. You felt your stomach tighten because you knew what was coming.

Jimin moved once he had everything set up he walked towards you, quickly undoing your arms, and when he bent down to undo your legs you lounged at him, knocking him down you both wrestled for quite some time because he had taught you how to fight. It took a few more minutes, of your hands slapping across his face and you almost elbowing him in the groin for Jimin to punch you in your stomach, not enough to hurt you just enough to make you lose your breath. He gripped at your leg pulling you towards the mattress and you fought at him, trying to get free.

“LET ME GO!” You shouted at him and he shook his head looking back at you.

“You don’t get to talk to me now.” He said with a icy stare until he had you on the bed. Jimin made quick work of undressing you and leaving you naked, your arms bound behind your back once again he had you on your knees looking up at him waiting. “Fuck you look so good like this bunny.” He said that one word, that one fucking word that you longed to hear him call you. It was a different pet name and it always made you wet, even right now despite you wanting to beat the hell out of him and run away to never be seen again. Jimin chuckled, his eyes were hot on you glued with lust, he wanted to devour you right then and there. He walked behind you before he pushed you forwards with your ass in the air slapping at your cheeks he groaned. He spread your ass cheeks apart licking a strip from your pussy all the way up to your tight anal entrance circling his tongue around you. You gasped out in pleasure, before your teeth clamped down on your bottom lip and you told yourself not to moan no matter what he did to you. Jimin seeing this, reached beside the bed grabbing at the baby oil he managed to bring with him. Letting both of your cheeks go he poured the oil on your ass. Making it a wet mess, rubbing in the oil and leaving it to not soak in your skin, he lifted his hand landing a harsh slap to your left ass cheek. He did it over and over again on both cheeks, until the skin was reddened and bruised with his hands prints in your skin. Jimin was letting his sadistic side come out to play.

Grabbing at some warming lube, he rubbed the substance on his fingers, trailing them to your slit he used two to rub harshly up and down your wet throbbing slit smirking as he felt how wet you were by all that was happening to you. Your hips responded so well despite your words of not wanting it. Jimin knew your secrets well so he knew you loved every moment of this fantasy. Moving to grip at a small silver bullet attached to a remote Jimin tapped the bullet against your clit using the remote to turn the settings on the medium one, watching your head roll back as you tried to stop a cry of pleasure from leaving your lips. He moved to stand in front of you, pulling you up by your hair he pressed your face to his clothed crouch. He moaned feeling your face against the hardened bulge that was aching to feel you after so long. He rutted his hips against your face, until you bit at his member harshly a cry of pleasure falling from his lips as he tore you away from his throbbing member with a glare down at you. The grip on your hair made you whimper, the murderous look in his eyes did nothing but aid you into your first orgasm of the night and a short cry feel from your lips.

“I never told you to cum you fucking bitch, and I never told you to bite me. But since you want to do what you think is best. How about we see how many times I can make you cum?” He asked rhetorically. Reaching down to grab the remote he turned it on higher causing the bullet to go to work on your clit making it pulse and causing your pussy to slip out more juices that landed on the mattress. Jimin pulled back to take off his clothes bit by bit until he was naked and his dick was pressing against the bottom of his stomach leaking and red.

He moved to grip at your hair again. “Open your mouth.” He commanded pressing your head against his shaft. When you didn’t obey he only chuckled in response. “It’s time to break you again.” He leaned down grabbing at the gun pressing it against your forehead, it caused an immediate reaction from you. “Open. Your fucking mouth.” Jimin commanded, and since he had never used a gun on you before you were indeed a little worked up. And wondering why the hell it still made you wet. You opened your mouth for him, and he slid the gun into your mouth against your tongue as he watched you. “My sweet sweet bunny. Don’t make me use this. I’m going to fuck this pretty little face of yours ok? And if you even graze your teeth too hard against my shaft. I will fucking end you right here. Don’t play with me, you know how I can get when I don’t get what I want.” Jimin pouted moving the gun from your parted lips that stayed open. He guided his cock into your wet warm mouth a low groan falling from his lips. He watched you through hooded eyes, his hips snapping forward gently to bury his cock deeper into your mouth each time.

He was so thick, it had been a while since he face fucked you, and here you were trying not to choke every time he reached the back of your throat. Jimin pulled back to press the gun on the mattress by him so that he could reach it if he needed to. Both hands gripping at your hair he fist it, gripping on the strands so tight you knew you’d have a headache later. He started to face fuck you harder, his cock brushing to bury itself down your throat he didn’t care that your eyes were burning with tears as he stretched out your mouth. Your throat burned and your body convulsed again as your second orgasm rippled through you. Crying out it only vibrated around him as he watched you. Spit dripping down your parted lips onto your chin and your breast he snarled. “You’re such a fucking dirty little slut aren’t you? Look how fucked your face is because you can’t handle my cock. It’s been so long you’re making a fucking mess. That little pussy hurts yet hmm? Does it feel good to be overstimulated my little bunny? My dirty little fucking whore, you’re going to be in for a good surprise from daddy tonight. You are just so-“ He let out a string of curses, fucking your face harder his balls slapping on your chin getting wet by your spit he continued to bury your mouth on his shaft. One hand letting you go so that he could pinch your nose and cut off your air he slowed his hips down, watching you he would slide his cock all the way down your throat, hold it there and pull away when he heard you choke and gag.

He kept it up, and your heart was racing in your chest, body rocking and hips rutting against the bullet lulling against your clit you felt like a ruined slut and it felt so fucking good to have Jimin treating you like this. You watched him with more tears streaming down your eyes, full on sobbing at the moment you took more for him. He moved to slide his cock all the way down your throat, cutting off your air completely you choked again, eyes shutting for a moment as the air left your body and your hips jerked harshly forward signaling your third orgasm. Jimin pulled back releasing his hold from your nose to grip at his cock watching you lose yourself. He jerked off his wet shaft, pumping his hardened cock until strings of thick white cum was painting your face in a mess. He cursed out loud watching as he gave you a facial at a perfect angle for the camera to catch it all. When he was done he let you go, watching your body fall forward he smirked proud at how you were ruined. His cock twitching again and he was still hard.

Jimin moved behind you, spreading your legs wide he leaned down to push his tongue into your tight little asshole tongue fucking you impatiently he tried to stretch you out as much as possible. Your hips were moving, and you were still sobbing against the mattress the feeling of his wet tongue buried in your ass only made you lose your breath, looking up at the camera you groaned shuddering in uttermost pleasure. Jimin pulled back and aligned himself with your asshole, pushing himself into your ass quickly to get the pain over with. He held your hips, spreading your legs wide he reached over your body to grab at a black whip. He poured some oil on your back, as he pulled back and slipped back inside of you he started to whip your back causing you to shudder under him crying out at the mixture of both the pleasure and the pain. You could feel his hips connecting with yours, balls hitting your pussy he was fucking you into the mattress with all he had. The whipping on your back didn’t hurt you, it just caused little shocks to run through your body and you couldn’t handle it along with the vibrations on your clit. Your hips was rutting again and you knew from how your body was betraying you that you would come again. Jimin dropped the whip, reaching to grip at your head, he used two fingers from each of his hands, lifting a leg up to plant his foot into the mattress he fucked harder into you snapping his hips forward and his kept your mouth spread wide open to hear your cries of pleasure, the position being both humiliating to you and a quite turn on.

“Do you like this slut? You like feeling me buried in this tight little asshole of yours? Maybe I should have fucked this more often. It grips my cock so nice and tight and you take me so fucking good inside of here. Look at how you cry for me, begging for more. Wanting me to fill you all the way up don’t you because you’re my little cum slut that’s what you are. Look at this ass bouncing on my hips. You fucking love every second of this.” He egged you on loving to see the way your body arched when you were close to another orgasm. He kept pounding into you, to feel the vice like grip off your asshole around him while he was pounding into you until you were cumming again body going limb in his hold.

“No more! Please Jimin no more!” You cried out as you felt another orgasm ripple through you. It was painful, and you knew without a doubt you had never cum so much. Pretty soon there would be nothing left. Jimin pulled out of you after letting you ride out your orgasm, He flipped you on your stomach spreading your legs wide he removed the vibrator from your clit turning the bullet off. You thought he was done and you felt instant relief until he was pushing his cock until your drenched wet walls.

“N-no Jimin please please please- I can’t cum anymore.” You begged him, eyes half hooded and lips parted you took deep breaths trying to calm yourself down. Jimin was not listening to anything you had to say. Gripping at your hips he started to pull out of you only to push in deeper inside of you.

His eyes remained on yours, his hips circling as he concentrated on how tight your pussy was, he missed it. All of it. He hands gently rubbed at your hips in a comforting manner, basking in your little tiny whimpers Jimin took his time pounding inside of you. Your pussy could feel all of him, the outline of his cock, his hard veins grazing at your walls. How thick he was, how he was throbbing just by being inside of you. It felt so good, and though you were sore you welcomed all that he gave you. You watched him, as he ground his hips deep into you, barely pulling back he drove himself as deep as he could inside of you.

“I’m sorry.” He moaned out watching you and you shook your head no, not wanting to forgive him at a time like this. “I’m sorry for all the hurt I did to you.” He moaned as he started to move faster. “I’m sorry for not being around.” He mumbled out letting his hips gently graze against your spot. “I’m sorry for making you feel like shit.” He paused his hips, staying connected to you, he reached his arms down to wrap around your lower back, lifting you up so that you were straddling him as he started to grip your hips tighter dropping you down on him reaching your depth a bit better. “I’m sorry for making your cry.” He continued leaning up to latch his lips onto your nipples sucking on each of them, he bounced you harder on him, his hands soon reaching to grip at your plump ass as he ran his tongue up and down your hardened nipples humming. “I’m sorry for not opening up or saying I love you enough.” He continued to moan against your skin. You were swimming with emotions, and the tears sliding down your face were all from different reasons. “I’m sorry you felt you didn’t matter. And I’m sorry for standing you up.” He paused your hips holding you in the air Jimin harshly snapped his hips up pounding against your spot he fucked you in the air causing you to cry out. “Say you forgive me.” He urged as you shook your head no. It felt so good, he was fucking your spot right and you were going to cum so soon. Your stomach convulsing you rolled your head back but Jimin stopped slowing down you shouted out looking at him. Knowing what he wanted by the look in his eyes you gave in because, some part of you knew he deserved to hear those words.

“I’m sorry for giving you the silent treatment. It was childish! I love you Jimin, fuck I love you so much ok? But if you don’t let me cum I’m leaving your ass for good.” You threatened him. That was all it took to have a crooked smile pressed against his lips. He let his hips surge upwards burying himself to the hilt he fucked you hard and fast, the only sounds being heard were the wet sounds of your pussy combined with the pants and moans from both of you. It didn’t take him long to have you cumming on his cock, your stomach clenching as your eyes screwed shut and lips fell open. Jimin watched the look of pain and pleasure wash through your face. It had taken everything he had not to cum before you did, but here and now he was meeting his end with you letting his white load bury deep into your walls. Jimin continued to bounce you on his cock until you were both satisfied. He pulled out of you slowly resting you on his chest he undid your wrist freeing you finally. Silence echoed throughout the room as his hands rubbed up and down your back.

“You remembered.” You said simply talking about the force fantasy you’ve always had for some time now.

“How could I forget? I was so against doing it. I had never seen you so upset for telling me a secret. I vowed to myself I would save it, for a drastic measurement. And this was that.” Jimin started with a sheepish laugh, his voice still husky due to the intense moment you both just had. “I saw the house listings when you didn’t log out of the computer..” Jimin said after sometime looking up at the ceiling. “God, it had just been us for so long. I just thought you’d never leave no matter what I did. I didn’t apologize. Because I was just being stupid. Angry around here and taking it out on you. It didn’t hit me I’d lose you until I saw that. I was scared… For the first time since I lost my father you made me scared.” Jimin admitted looking down at you. Your eyes locked with his and you couldn’t help but kiss him, because that was something you both hadn’t shared yet today. A long deep passionate kiss with tongues gliding against each other until no one had any breath.

“I was going to leave you. But part of me keep holding onto you. Even when I thought this was real. That I’d actually get kidnapped. All I wanted was you Jimin. I kept asking myself, would you know or care? And it worried me to think, that I was being childish instead of talking to you about it. I’ll never let it happen again.” You said with a sincere smile.

“Good, because I don’t think I can ever pull a gun on you again. I don’t want you to ever fear me. I’m here to make your life a whole lot of things. But have fear is not one.” Jimin reassured you before he wiggled his eyes rolling you over. “I know I said one more but. I’m not satisfied yet. And I owe you lots of makeup sex.” He teased kissing down your body eliciting groans from your lips, but you made no move to leave the beasts presence.

They’re getting married.

With the sweat on his back sinking uncomfortably into his costume, Victor’s first and only thought is that they’re getting married. There are cameras flashing at them at blinding speeds as they hold up their medals, recording their every move, and the reporters yell for their attention. Victor drowns them all out.

Victor can’t exactly spare anyone a second of his glance.

Not when from the top podium, his fiancé holds up his gold medal with pride and just a hint of overwhelming disbelief, still in shock that he actually won. 

Not when Yuuri looks down at him with twinkling dark eyes and a breathless, slow grin, sweat beading at his hairline, looking like a masterpiece that has come to life. 

Not when he stares at Victor with his chest heaving, beautiful brown eyes shiny with happy tears, as if to say, Look at me, Vitya. Look how far I’ve come.

The sight makes Victor’s throat run dry, makes his gut flutter and his heart hammer inside his chest with the bruising force of his adoration. It makes Victor want to say, Happiness and a gold medal looks beautiful on you, solnyshko.

It makes him want to say, you make me fall in love with you again and again.

It makes him want to say, you are everything I’ve ever wanted.

It makes him want to say, please marry me. Please stay forever. I love you, I love you, I love you—

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Watch Me Babygirl [10]

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: language

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“Woah are you okay? You look tired as hell.”

You sighed, leaning your head against the cool surface of your locker door. You simply sighed, not in the mood to explain to Hoseok why you looked so exhausted.

You jumped at the sudden pressure on your shoulder and turned to look at Hoseok. He looked concerned and you didn’t blame him. In all honesty, it looked as if somebody had punched you in face. The bags underneath your eyes were gigantic and dark and you entire face was overall unnaturally gaunt.

“Hey if you don’t feel like dancing today you don’t have to. As long as you still feel up to watching…” he said, his tone soft and sympathetic.

“Hey maybe dancing will actually wake me up,” you replied, shrugging before taking a drink from your water bottle.

He nodded, placing a hand on either side of your head and squishing your cheeks in.

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You love me, right?

A/N: Maybe not exactly what you had in mind, but I hope you enjoy. 

“Don’t touch me!” you giggled. But Harry didn’t listen as he continued to reach for you, narrowly avoiding the bicycle kicks you were sending his way.


“Oh, come off it, m’hands aren’t that cold,” he said with an eye roll as he finally got you to settle beneath him. His hands rested on your sides, and while your flesh was protected from his chilly fingers by the thick fabric of your sweater, you could feel the coldness hovering above.


“They are freezing, Harry.” You looked around best you could with Harry keeping you still, trying to find some way to escape. But you were trapped in the middle of the bed like a raft out to sea with no sight of shore.


“Fine, fine. Won’t touch you.” His shoulders slumped in dejection, bottom lip protruding pathetically. You looked for signs of movement; you’d been in this relationship long enough to know Harry never gave up without a fight. “But yeh know, love, cold hands mean ‘ve got a warm heart.”


Your eyebrows raised, mouth in a hard line. “That is the biggest load—”


The words hardly left your mouth before Harry’s hands infiltrated your warm sweater. He roamed the expanse of your warm body, squeezing and tickling all the spots that made you squeal. Maybe it wasn’t his cold hands, but the sound of your laugh echoing throughout his bedroom did make Harry swell with warmth.


“Harry…Harry, please,” you pleaded through heavy breaths, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. “My tummy hurts…think you’ve given me a cramp.”

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1/2  ↳ 05.22.17: I’ve always been jealous of the people who get to be around you every single day. I’ve always wonder how is it like to be with you, hear your voice, and see how you paint a ray of sunshine through your smile. I’ve always been curious what your day was like every time. But then despite the things I am not favored of, I always  and forever be thanking God to have met you in this lifetime. Until now, it still leaves me in wonderment every time I think of you. All those precious years, thank you for sharing with us a part of you and showing us love. Let’s make more of those for the next 10, 15, 20, 50, 100 years, even forever. Thank you for your existence. I love you. Happy birthday, my one and only! ♡

February/March fic rec!

I suck, I know. I’m late. This is ridiculously short. 

(ok, it’s not short now, but it was before I added in some fics that are gathering dust in my inbox to be read. There’s more fics I haven’t read in this rec than the opposite. oops.)

The Morning After the Night Before (4K): Harry and Louis have more or less grown up together, even now as adults it’s tradition for their families to spend a few weeks in the summer at a beach house together. Problem One: Louis has been in love with Harry forever. Problem Two: It wont stop raining.

I Slam Therefore I Am (4K): Louis and Harry are both creative souls but they aren’t friends, not by a long shot. This is the Rival Slam Poets AU that no one asked for.

I Found A Love (4K): Or the one where Louis is a nerdy English major who may just run into his happily ever after while working his shift at the local library.

Come and Kiss Me Like the First Time (5K): Louis meets Harry at his sister’s wedding.

just the sound of your voice (6k): It’s just. Harry’s so fucking quiet during sex and now Louis’ obsession with it is…it’s incessant. Louis questions it day and night, the enigma of it buzzing around his head like an annoying mosquito — all of the reasons why he’s so quiet consuming every one of his waking thoughts. Like, maybe he turns into an alien during sex if he’s not really careful? So he has to concentrate so hard on not turning into another creature he’s effectively struck mute from it. Or maybe…maybe he’s like one of those people who’s into tantric sex, like Sting or a throwback from the 1960s? And when he’s about to orgasm he travels to another plane of existence or something.

Twelfth Night (6k): Queen Anne holds a masquerade ball to try and find matches for both her children on Twelfth Night. While anonymity reigns, Prince Harry spends the ball getting to know a handsome stranger. 

‘Til I Tasted You (15K): Louis is Harry Styles’ biggest fan. It doesn’t matter that Harry is famous for being a food blogger and Louis can’t cook to save his life. At least, until Harry offers to give Louis a cooking lesson. Then it matters just a teensy bit.

Carried Away Like Butterflies (17K): It was probably a huge mistake for Louis to let his former One Night Stand move into his spare room, especially when said One Night Stand doesn’t seem to remember him.

Then We Talk Slow (20K): A famous/non-famous AU in which Louis banters back and forth with his new record company on Twitter, only to find out that Harry is the man behind the tweets.

Dance Like Warriors On A Battlefield (20K): Down in the arena, the triumphant gladiator places his foot on the back of the loser, holding him there as he waits for instruction on his next move. Kill or let live. It’s barbaric, really, the bloodlust involved in this sport. Louis is pretty sure that if it wasn’t for his distaste for the killing there would be a lot more blood soaking that sand. As it is, his father rarely gives the kill order anymore. He gives the order to let the loser live. Louis rolls his eyes, turning away. He doesn’t miss the way the gladiator’s eyes linger on him.

Like Candy In My Veins (31K): Basically the A/B/O, enemies to lovers, fake relationship, Christmas AU that nobody asked for.

All the Right Moves (32K): This is the third game in a row that Harry has been distracted by the noisy boy in the stands, five rows back. There’s really no reason that he should feel compelled to stare into the audience as frequently as he is, but he can’t help it. This boy is a nuisance. And he’s loud. Even from basketball court with nine other players running by him, shoes squeaking on the shiny hardwood floor, and thousands of cheering college students, Harry can hear this boy nearly shrieking, his laugh more like a cackle than anything.

The Reason Is You (37K): Louis is running out of time to find a summer job. His best friend offers him one that promises early mornings, late nights, long hours, and the best people he’ll ever meet. Lucky for Louis, one of those people is Harry Styles.

tangled up in you (45K): There’s still a big grin on his face, though, when he says, “I got you a professional cuddler.”

Safe and Sound (You’ll Always Be) (58K): When a failed case and a guilty conscience leaves Harry more than a little lost, his boss presents him with a new, less taxing assignment to help him cope. An escape from all the madness is just what Harry needs to get his life back on track. It’s just too bad his new client has a grin like the devil, a pair of electric eyes that Harry simply can’t get over, and no intention whatsoever of letting him catch a break.

Feels Like Coming Home (60K): The last thing Harry Styles expects when he’s hanging out at the Someday Cafe in Somerville one rainy October day is for his ex, Louis Tomlinson to walk through the door, but that’s exactly what happens. After a spectacularly ugly break-up three years prior, Harry hasn’t heard one word from Louis, and he’s moved on. Gotten over him. But having Louis back in his life, not to mention working at the restaurant where he’s a chef, isn’t easy, and the feelings that Harry thought he’d left turn out to be not so easily forgotten.

When We Were Younger (76K): Sixteen year old Harry Styles’ world turns upside down when he logs on to gay teen chat to discover somebody has stolen his photos and used them as their own.

Perfect Storm (80K): What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding? You can either tell him the truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it, just pray you don’t spiral. Fake it ‘til you make it. You know, for the sake of the wedding. Harry and Louis choose the latter.

Dress you up in my love (103K): Harry is single, and more than anything wants to find love. Agreeing to sign up to a dating website was a bad, bad idea. Niall’s bad, bad idea. Louis is single, but has no interest in relationships. Or so he tells himself. 

Harry is a lawyer whose boss, Nick, happens to give him a bonus, which he decides to splurge on a new work wardrobe. Louis is a frustrated designer, working as a personal shopper at Selfridges. Louis happens to be working on the day a very beautiful, but out of his depth, new customer ambles into their department in need of advice. Louis might have just found the muse he never knew he was looking for.

We Are Only Just Beginning (129K): In the dim light of a dorm kitchen, Harry Styles meets a boy who flips his life upside down. Three years later, he’s a senior in college, ready to take on the world with the love of his life by his side. And then Louis Tomlinson admits he doesn’t know what he wants to do after college after all, and Harry’s world flips again, this time not so pleasantly. He can’t imagine his life without Louis, but he’s starting to worry he might have to.

are you cute as hell?
  • aries rising: yes!!! your energy is magnetic, you're so adorably bubbly. i'd say yes to anything you ever suggested because your excitement is infectious. i love your hair.
  • taurus rising: yes!!! your smile is so sweet, you're just the sort of person i want to hug all day. i want to buy you so many presents & cuddle you all the time. i love your skin.
  • gemini rising: yes!!! it's just the cutest thing when you speak fast like you're so excited about something. your laugh is perfect & you just seem sooo cool. i love your hands.
  • cancer rising: yes!!! you're so kind & precious & expressive in like 1 million ways. you are literally too good and pure for this world omg, i want to hug you. i love your eyes.
  • leo rising: yes!!! when you're happy or excited it is honestly the most adorable thing. it's so difficult to take my eyes off you whatever you're doing. i love the way you move.
  • virgo rising: yes!!! omg you're so funny & sweet in so many different ways. you're the sort of person i ALWAYS want to hang out with no matter what. i love the way you dress.
  • libra rising: yes!!! how are you so kind to like everyone ever? i swear there is not a single person in the world you don't make so god damn happy. i love your cute tiny habits.
  • scorpio rising: yes!!! you're so quiet, it makes everyone want to know more, & your jokes are A++ bc we never expect them!! you have such class. i love the way you hold yourself.
  • sagittarius rising: yes!!! how do make everyone like you so easily??? honestly tell me your secrets, you're so funny & magnetic & just generally awesome. i love your laugh.
  • capricorn rising: yes!!! idk but i just wanna hug you & keep you safe, like, forever. i look up to you so much, plus you are sooo funny!! you rock. i love the way you walk.
  • aquarius rising: yes!!! omg your comments are always appreciated bc they're so dry & funny, and your dress sense is so quirky and cute, you're a pleasure. i love your voice.
  • pisces rising: yes!!! you're like the softest baby of light, can i wrap you up in tissue paper please??? you're so sweet & lovely & well meaning all the time. i love your smile.