gaze daze

“Kara putting rainbow flags everywhere in the DEO and says it’s like mistltoe, you have to kiss under if you’re queer. She got herself played when she happened to be under one with Lena.” from @mrtevloar


She doesn’t do it for herself.

She really doesn’t. 

She does it for Vasquez and she does it for Yve.

She does it for that med tech in ops and she does it for Pam from HR.

She does it, mostly, for her sister.

Not for herself.

She doesn’t conspire with Vasquez to litter the DEO with rainbow flags like Vasquez had littered it with mistletoe last winter for selfish reasons.

Really, she doesn’t. 

She splatters the halls and the labs and hell, even the command center, with rainbow flags because it’s Pride Month, and Maggie keeps going off about how corporate and geared toward rich white cis men the whole thing is, and she agrees, she does – but she also sees Maggie light up whenever she sees rainbow flags in random places this month, because god, for once it’s good to be seen. Good to be heard.

So she and Vasquez cover the place in the dead of the last night of May, Kara using her powers to fly and hang things from the higher ceilings, Vasquez using their DEO training to climb up to doorways and hallways to hang flags in the lower high spots.

Their Pridely mischief is worth J’onn’s groan and facepalm – he’s smiling, of course, under his hand – when Kara declares to everyone the next morning that “if you’re queer and comfortable and consenting, the rainbow flags will be your mistletoe this month!”, and Alex immediately drags Maggie under the nearest flag and kisses her until they’re both breathless, until the entire morning shift of agents is cheering and wolf whistling, until Maggie’s fingers tighten in Alex’s hair and J’onn has to beg them to please, please, please, finish this elsewhere.

Their Pridely mischief is worth is when Winn melts and stammers and nods his way through Superman walking under a flag with him, telling him that Lois won’t mind a small kiss if Winn consents, giving him a soft, tender, appreciative, brief kiss, making sure he doesn’t fall from weakened knees by bracing strong hands on Winn’s waist; afterwards, Winn can barely speak for days, and they’re all mildly concerned his face will stay permanently red, his gaze permanently dazed and blissful and so, so dreamy.

But one part of their Pridely mischief that Kara wasn’t prepared for?

Is Lena coming to the DEO.

Lena coming to the DEO and smiling brightly at all the flags, and asking a stammering Kara about them as they’re standing directly under one together, and Maggie jumping in and repeating Kara’s rules – “if you’re queer and comfortable and consenting, the rainbow flags are mistletoe for Pride Month! – with a shit-eating grin on her face, and Alex watching with wide eyes and a slack jaw as Lena turns to Kara, and Kara’s entire world outside of Lena melts away.

“Are you queer and comfortable and consenting, Kara? Because I’d very much like to kiss you,” she asks soft and tentative and beautiful.

Kara’s breath hitches as she licks her lips, as she takes Lena’s face into her hands and kisses her soft, kisses her slow, kisses her tender, kisses her passionate.

Lena swoons and Kara steadies her, both of their lips turning up into soft, shy smiles, and the applause that greets their ears is soft, respectful, full of knowledge of the significance of the moment, support and affirmation for the intensity of what is happening.

“You owe me that flash grenade,” Maggie mutters in her girlfriend’s ear.

Before Alex even has the chance to answer, to process, to catch up, J’onn sighs and shakes his head.

“Not a chance, Detective,” he tells her, but the smile on his face – both of his daughters, so, so, so happy – weaves a different picture.

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FAVORITE HL FICS - YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL (227k) by @mizzwilde (velvetoscar)

“The moon knows,” is what he says, breath colored in liquor and a smile.

Louis stares at him.

“What are you talking about?”

Another manic grin from Harry, and then he pulls him in again, his hand travelling to the side of Louis’ face, cradling his cheek.

“The moon knows that we’re in love.”

And Louis pauses at that, his entire body and physical processes pause, because Harry has never said he loves Louis. He’s implied it, his eyes have whispered it, but he’s never said it and…did he just, sort of, maybe say it?

“Wha—“ he begins, dizzy, his veins filling, but Harry steps even closer, continues to whisper even lower.

“I’m in love with you, Louis Tomlinson,” Harry says, curls the words in Louis’ ear, and when Louis pulls back to look at him, his gaze is dazed and soft, grinning with freedom and the recklessness of inebriation. Fond. “And this belongs to you,” he continues in his low, rumbling volume as he places Louis’ hand over his heart and presses it there, holds it there with his cool fingers clasped around Louis’ wrist. “It’s yours, and yours to keep, and nobody deserves to know because nobody else matters.” Louis thinks he might die, standing here with the perspiration layering his skin like a delicate film, the gaze of the heavens alighting his limbs as he feels the beat of Harry’s thumping heart beneath his fingers.

Scandalous (M) | 01

PARTS: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06

Summary: When you meet Taehyung in a bar one night, you don’t expect to fall for him. He was different, tattoos inked along his arms and a bright smile on his face. He was the opposite of everything you were; he was free – or so you thought.

Genre/Warnings: Socialite!AU, Badboy!Taehyung. Angst + Smut; It’s filth. That is all.

Words: 9.4k

A/N: First of all, I want to thank Dannie and Tay aka @pinkjxmin + @jungblue for helping me out with all of the plotlines and where I wanted to take this fic. I was originally going to make this all one fic but halfway through writing it, I realized it was going to surpass 20k and I wasn’t about to make everyone read an excessively long fic lmao. But here’s the first part to it! I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do. xx.

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Amare. [M]

Pairing: Taehyung X Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Smut, sort of fluff too?

Word Count: 2.6K

Sequel to Omertá, only with Taekook. A Jin sequel may or may not will follow :) [Do not fret kids, I will make sure Midnight writes this!] 

Originally posted by thetaekooks

Adjusting the straps of your bag, you took a deep breath bravely. Around you, life continued, with people excitedly tittering about, grins adorning their bright faces, seemingly the exact opposite of how you were feeling. It’s not that you were missing either Tae, Jungkook or Jin right now, there was no way. You were just…worried about going back to college, that’s all.

As you walked forward, you lamented on the fact that there was no one clinging at your arm, to assure you, no fingers carding through your hair to hold you still, no arm slung around your waist to provide comfort, nothing at all that could anchor you.

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Red Pt. 6 [Jason Todd x Reader]

@miss-nerdalots @ifthisislove-loveiseasy @wtfisachoncexx @the-chick-with-the-best-fandom @carryonmy-assbutt @kpkarlee @jadedhillon @annabeth453 @cleopatra-isis

A/N: SO this is the final part of Red. Thank you everyone for going through this journey with me, I am so thankful for all your support! It’s been a long ride, and we’ve come so far and now here we are. I love you guys more than you know, and I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoy writing it.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1458

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

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It was the loud sound of a body crashing onto the floor that jerked Jason awake. He was up on his feet in an instant, his hand going to the gun he kept in his drawer.

His trained eyes scanned his bedroom and it didn’t take long for him to find his best friend unconscious on the floor. His heart dropped to his stomach and fear immediately crept into his chest. He dropped the gun and rushed to your side, dropping to his knees and cradling your face in his hands.

“[F/N]?!” His hands were trembling. Shit–he was already scared. His gaze frantically searched the room for any threats, anything that could’ve hurt his [F/N]. However, he found nothing unusual, nothing except the strange location of his helmet.

His brows furrowed at its position, but he pushed any suspicions away and focused on you. He checked your vitals, almost sobbing in relief when he felt a strong, healthy pulse. You were okay. Unconscious, but okay.

Ignoring the burning questions in his mind, he effortlessly picked you up and brought you back to bed. After doing a full inspection of the apartment to ensure there were no threats, he decided to finally change from his uniform then sit by your bed.

And that was where he stayed.

He kept his eyes trained on you and held your hand tightly, trying to calm his beating heart. It was reasonable; you were not only someone he cared deeply about, but he had already made the mistake of being careless with you once, and that had deadly results. He wasn’t taking any chances again. There was no such thing as being ‘too careful’ when it came to you.

He lifted your knuckles up to his lips and kissed it gently, your skin feeling ice cold against his. It may seem silly to hold your hand, but he felt that if he let go, you might disappear. Feeling your presence reassured him that you weren’t gone.

The very thought of losing you sickened him. He had been to the room they’ve kept you in. He had seen many things in his life, committed acts and killed people, but he couldn’t bring himself to enter than room again. He was so shocked, so disgusted by it. He could only imagine what they had done to you. He never wanted you to go through something even remotely close to that again. Just thinking about the possibility of it made his eyes water with hurt and anger.

It was just the break of dawn when Jason heard a noise from you, a soft groan that escaped your throat. He stood up and leaned forward, anxious to see your eyes open.

He felt you squeeze his hand first and that action alone made his breath hitch. Your eyes fluttered open seconds later, your gaze confused and dazed.

“Jason?” you whispered, your voice small and fragile, like glass. He smiled and placed his hand on your cheek.

“Hey… I’m here.” he said gently. You leaned into his touch, your eyes closing as you exhaled a soft sigh. He had the urge to kiss you then, to reassure you that he was going to be a man of his words. However, he refrained from acting impulsively and instead said, “I’ll always be here.”

Your brows furrowed and your eyes reopened once more, but this time they weren’t confused or lost. They were certain, and in them held unimaginable pain. Jason didn’t know why you were in pain, but the sight made his heart clench.

“You weren’t ‘here’ when they took me.” you breathed, your voice expressing more agony and vulnerability than words could describe. His eyes widened at your sudden statement.

“[F/N], you…”

“Yeah.” you answered the incomplete question, shifting so you could sit up. “I remember.”

“How much?” Jason found himself asking. Each word was difficult to form as he struggled to control his breathing.

“Everything. Or… at least, I think everything.” you murmured, casting your eyes down.

“I… [F/N], I…” What could he say, that he was sorry? That wasn’t enough. You deserved more than that. You deserved better than that.

“It’s okay.” you stated sincerely. “You apologized already, in the hospital. I… I forgive you.” 

Jason’s balled his free hand in anger, anger towards himself and anger towards how… how forgiving you were. How forgiving you were to an asshole like him.

“It’s not okay!” he snapped, his voice louder than intended. You flinched at the sudden change in volume. “Sorry, I… I just can’t forgive myself.” He sighed, calming down.

He sunk down onto the chair and looked at you wearily. Then the words just came tumbling out of his mouth like a landslide. “I just… I know no amount of apologies could ever make up for how much I screwed up. Fuck, how could you even stand to be in the same room as me after what I did to you?” He was on his feet again, pacing and burying his hands in his hair.

“Jason…”

“I broke my promise, I-I went back on my word and I didn’t look for you sooner because I was being a brat–”

“Jason.”

“A-And I was such a shitty friend to you because of some bitch, and lets not forget it was Roy who discovered your disappearance and Dick who found you! I didn’t even contribute–”

Jason.” 

He stopped and turned to look at you. He expected hatred and betrayal, but the look he got instead was something gentle and caring. It was an expression that reminded him of why he fell in love with you in the first place.

“I forgive you, because you’re my best friend.” you explained in the kindest, most loving voice he had ever heard. “And I can never stay mad at my best friend, no matter how much of an asshole he is.”

Jason stared at you, dumbfounded. He was speechless; your ability to forgive was uncanny–no, your ability to forgive him was uncanny.

His eyes were blurry with tears when he collapsed into your arms, your welcoming arms. He rested his head on your shoulder and allowed the tears to fall without shame. You stroked his hair affectionately, patiently waiting for him to let it all out, knowing he needed this.

“I love you.” he said quietly into your ear before he could stop himself, but he couldn’t bring himself to regret it. You needed to know. You needed to know how much you meant to him.

He felt you tense, but then you sighed and said, “I know. I love you too.”

He shook his head, raising his head so he was staring directly into your eyes. “No, I love you, as more than some friend.” His voice was wavering. “I-I love you so damn much it fucking hurts. It–it hurts so much.”

He heard your breath hitch, and soon tears began to form in your eyes. Before he could question it, or wipe them away, he was pulled into a desperate kiss.

There were many things in this world that didn’t make sense. There were many things that weren’t meant to be, that was fucked up and just downright wrong. The world was a puzzle that Jason avoided. Each decision he made, he always questioned after. But this? This felt right. It felt like the most natural thing in the world.

He felt the love and passion you held for him in the kiss and he felt tears running down his cheeks again, this time from happiness and joy. Your soft hands went up to his cheeks, fingers wiping the salty substance away.

It was difficult to pull away, but Jason knew he had to eventually. When he did, he rested his forehead against yours, smiling like an idiot.

“I love you too.” you confessed, your smile giving some sense to his world. He closed his eyes as a fresh wave of tears fell from his eyes, and you didn’t hesitate to wipe them away.

“Why are you crying?” 

“Because you love me. Me. Someone like me.” he uttered. “Someone that can’t even get his life together, someone who’s messed up and don’t deserve you.”

You brought his head close to your chest– arms wrapped around his head–and he never felt more comfort in his life. It was in your arms that he felt at home. Your gentle words soothed his mind and soul.

“If this world revolves around people getting what they deserve, none of us would be here right now.” You kissed the top of his head and Jason closed his eyes, relishing your touch. 

“Just let yourself be loved.”

And for the first time in his life, he did.

Saved (Frank Castle x Reader)

Originally posted by straysd0ntsleep

Summary: You always end up in trouble and there’s always someone special who comes to your rescue.

A/N: My first Frank Castle fic. I hope it doesn’t suck.

Warnings; Physical Assault, Indication of Murder, Angst & Fluff.


Another kick to your stomach caused a quivering whimper to flee your lips, but you had lost count of the number of painful strikes that infused your body. Once the next blow came, you felt numbed, unable to move or shield yourself where you laid on the ground. All you could do was take every punch coming your way. The last thing you wanted was to die, but your body had given up on you and refused to obey what your mind was saying.

He will come soon. He always does.

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Young Love (Newt x Reader) [Valentines day special!]

a/n; happy valentines day! again, apologies for being a day late, my 14th was so hectic i only returned home very late.. still, hope you will like it! also based on Peculiar xx

warnings: fluff

words; 1185

prompt; given by @myrtus-amongst-the-stars ;  Hogwarts!Newt x reader having potions class….and they were brewing amortentia;

peculiar masterpost. |  MASTERLIST. KO-FI.


The dungeons held a strong scent of mold and dry herbs- most likely due to the damp walls – and you scrunched your nose displeased. You never liked the smell, and by the looks of it neither did Kevin – his normally friendly expression was twisted with annoyance as he stood beside you near the entrance of the class. Potions. Whilst Eveline was rejoicing somewhere near Leroy and clapping her lashes as she awed at the array of potions the professor was showing off, your gaze wandered to the very end of the line where a patch of yellow decked Hufflepuff’s stood curiously watching the presentation.

Your eyes caught an awkward student with fiery hair that glimmered in the faint light. Newt Scamander wore a soft frown: his brows were kitted in concentration, dew dotting his forehead, as he grasped the leather crested tomb in his hand, just like the rest of students watching the professor show the liquids swirling in silver and glass containers. Suddenly, as if feeling your eyes on him, his gaze shifted to you. You grinned. Newt smiled back shyly before shifting from foot to foot and glancing away with a light rosy blush blooming over his cheeks.

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Hands To Yourself. -Part 2. Joe Sugg Imagine.

This has been highly requested!

I must warn you beautiful loves, that this imagine, does contain smut. If you’re not the smutty type of reader, then I would highly advise for you not to read this part! I’m sorry if you are uncomfortable with smut, I promise I’ll be updating very soon again and it won’t contain smut.

If you are very much comfortable with smut, I hope you enjoy xxx
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“See you ladies!” Y/N giggled, waving her fingers gingerly at her friends while sliding out of the taxi. Y/N walked up to the front door of her shared home with Joe, her boyfriend of two years. Rolling her eyes, she turned her head to blow kisses to her giggling friends who were now being driven home by a middle aged family man.

Unlocking the door, Y/N quietly stepped into the house, pressing herself back against the cool glass door. Vodka and sex on the beach cocktails were running through Y/N’s bloodstream. Y/N wasn’t drunk, but she was rather tipsy after having a spontaneous night our with the girls. Glancing side to side, she was quick on her feet to check if it was possible that Joe escaped from the tight ribbon that was holding him captive. Fortunately for Y/N, the place was immaculate. Nothing was touched or moved out of place in the slightest.

Sneakily, Y/N crept up the stairs, taking her time as she did so, hoping that Joe would not hear. As Y/N made it to the top of the stair way, she tip-toed towards the bedroom door, peeking her head in behind the door. A smirk slowly drew across her face, taking in the appearance of her boyfriend Joe, noticing the way his head was tilted back with his eyes closed.

Y/N’s mischievous smirk continued to grow. Joe had done exactly what she wanted.

He dozed off.

Quietly, Y/N swayed into the bedroom, zipping down her tight red cocktail dress and allowing it to fall to the ground. Standing proudly in her black stiletto high heels and matching lingerie, she sauntered over to Joe’s sitting body, straddling his lap, hoping not to wake him so she could continue on with her sweet revenge.

“Hey baby.” Y/N whispered against the shell of Joe’s ear, her hands smoothly sliding down to the buckle on his belt, unbuckling it easily and slipping the belt out from the loops on his jeans. “Guess who’s home..” Y/N breathed hotly against Joe’s ear, allowing her hands to cup his cheeks and her finger tips to smoothly trace his jaw line.

“My poor baby boy, you’ve been under so much stress, haven’t you baby?” Y/N whispered, pressing her lips down lightly underneath his ear, kissing downwards towards his sensitive spot. She listened to a gentle grumble leave Joe’s lips as she reached the most sensitive area of his skin. Pressing her hips down against his, she began to grind their hips together dangerously smooth.

“Hmm..Ohh..Oh fuck..” Joe moaned, his eyes opening slowly only to grow wide at the sight of his sweet lover, grinding their hips together.

“Y/N..Oh my god, Y/N..” Joe growled deeply, his tongue almost falling out from his mouth at the sight of her, his eyes darkening with lust as he allowed his eyes to gaze at the sexy black lingerie covering Y/N’s body.

“Untie me, Y/N. Untie me, right now.” Joe breathed, shaking the chair as he fidgeted with the tie around his hand. Looking up into his lovers eyes, he could feel his energy pick up instantly, adrenaline coursing through his veins.

Joe was now fully awake and had Y/N’s undivided attention. However, Joe was furious. Joe couldn’t believe that Y/N left him here by himself, all worked up and abandoned with a tight and sticky situation in his lower region so she could go out with the girls.

“Did you miss me?” Y/N drawled out sweetly, pressing herself down against his groin causing a long groan to leave his lips.

“Fuck, Y/N, you know I missed you..” Joe groaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as Y/N pressed down against his groin a little harder, a sense of relief and pleasure coursing through Joe’s veins. “I missed you so damn much.” He breathed, gazing up with dazed eyes.

“Oh really?” Y/N gasped in fake surprise. “You see, I don’t think you did. I mean, I just found you here asleep..” Y/N tsked, giving Joe a pointed and devious look, beginning to slow down her actions. “I don’t think you missed me at all..” She continued to whisper, her fingers now pulling at the collar of Joe’s shirt.

“Fuck, no, don’t you dare slow down Y/N L/N. You left me..” Joe breathed, pushing his hips up against Y/N’s drawing in a shaky breath. “For four hours, Y/N..You left me tied up in this god damn tight scarf. I just guessed, you weren’t going to come home to make this sweet revenge of yours, even sweeter.” He hummed, looking up to Y/N’s eyes challengingly. “Because usually, when people get revenge. They like to make sure that the person suffers..and you made me suffer..working me up like that..and then leaving me here..I just thought you were going to ice the cake and leave me here until morning..” Joe breathed deeply, his eyes looking up into Y/N’s confidently.

After all, Joe was known for being the prankster of his friends. In fact, he was given a trophy, crowning him as the King of pranks. Joe was very gifted and skilled when it came to pranking, but when it came to revenge, Joe was officially the craftiest and he knew all of the steps that a person plotting revenge should take.

Joe smirked triumphantly, feeling Y/N begin to pick up the pace of their hips grinding together. “My poor baby thought I wasn’t coming back..” Y/N pouted, releasing the collar of Joe’s shirt and allowing her hands to slowly slide down his chest.

“For four hours, I left you all alone..” She continued, the tone in her voice mocking surprise, allowing her roaming hands to slide out from underneath Joe’s shirt and slowly unbutton Joe’s jeans, teasingly zipping down the zip. “Maybe I should make it up to you, should I?” Y/N asked, smiling mischievously down at her lover as she pressed her hand into his jeans, pushing her hand down against the growing situation in Joe’s Calvin Klein boxers.

“Oh fuck..Y/N..” Joe breathed in sharply, feeling Y/N knead her hand against Joe’s growing erection. “Oh baby, I’m so very sorry. I wasn’t thinking straight.” Y/N pouted, holding back a smirk on her face as she continued to rub Joe through the material of his briefs, listening to a satisfied moan pass through his lips.

Y/N’s free hand slowly pulled down the material of Joe’s boxers, revealing his large shaft. The cool air hit against Joe’s shaft causing his breath to hitch. Y/N wrapped her hand around his length, running her hand up and down smoothly, pressing feather light kisses against the base of his throat.

“Y/N..” Joe breathed, his hips pushing up to gain more friction from her slowly moving hand.

“Yes?” Y/N asked sweetly, batting her eyelashes innocently down at Joe’s flushed face.

“I need you..I need you so damn bad..Don’t be such a tease..The lingerie..leaving me here for hours..and now..oh fuck..” Joe moaned, his profanities being drawn out as Y/N slowly sunk down to her knees, her lips wrapping around his large length, catching Joe by surprise.

“Is this what you want, hm? Attention?” Y/N purred with a smooth tone in her voice, wrapping her lips back around Joe’s shaft, beginning to leisurely move her head up and down his long length.

“Y/N..” Joe moaned loudly, Y/N’s name being drawn deeply.

Joe could feel his heart rate increasing. He could feel the pounding of his heart against his chest as Y/N’s lips wrapped right around his shaft, taking him all in and skilfully bobbing her head up and down in a quick rhythm. Opening his own eyes, he tried to catch a breath, pushing his hips up towards Y/N’s mouth so she could take more of him. As he looked down to his confident Y/N, he noticed that her hands were behind her back, causing him to grow more aroused at the sight. Y/N’s hair was thrown behind her back in messy Hollywood curls. Her eyes were wide and full of of innocence and mischief as she gazed up to Joe, moving her lips in all of the right ways around his shaft. The sensation of Y/N humming against Joe’s length was more than enough to send Joe over the edge. Words weren’t good enough to describe how skilled and talented Y/N was at giving him one hell of a blowjob.

“Oh fuck..Y/N..” Joe moaned, feeling himself come to a thrilling high, only to immediately be brought back down from the high as he watched Y/N remove her lips from his length, not allowing him to reach his high. Her fingers were now running up against his legs, smoothly fanning  out along his thighs as she pushed herself to her feet, grinning innocently. Before Joe could yell out in frustration, Y/N pressed her index finger against Joe’s lips, halting him from speaking.

Quietly, Y/N tugged down Joe’s jeans, pulling them down to his ankles, allowing him to easily kick them off and shove them to the side. Y/N confidently swayed her hips, strutting behind Joe and resting her chin on his shoulder.

“How bad do you need me, hm?” She breathed, pulling at the knot she tightened on the scarf bounding Joe’s wrists, setting him free. Y/N watched as within the blink of an eye, Joe kicked back the chair, grabbing hold of her waist and pressing her body back up against the wardrobe.

“I’m going to show you. I’m going to show you how bad I need you.” Joe growled deeply, capturing Y/N’s lips with his. Joe’s mind was going crazy. His hands were now running up and down Y/N’s body, running up and down her thighs before moving themselves to her bum. Joe smirked against Y/N’s lips as he earned a squeal from her once he pinched her bum, kneading it with his large hands.

Joe’s tongue was now exploring Y/N’s mouth desperately, his hands touching every piece of her skin, almost afraid that he would be bound to the chair once more, unable to touch his beauty.

Y/N wrapped her arms around Joe’s neck, her fingers tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck as the kiss deepened between herself and Joe. Their make out session was now becoming heated and tense as Y/N played with Joe’s shirt, lifting it up over his head and throwing it to the ground. Joe hoisted Y/N’s body up, her legs wrapping around his torso, their lips moulding together and moving in a deep and desperate sync.

Walking them both to their shared king sized bed, Joe bowed Y/N’s body down to the mattress, his hands now running behind her back, easily unclasping the latch on her bra without breaking the kiss.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, although this looked so very hot, it needs to go..” Joe breathed heavily, tossing Y/N’s revealing black bra to the side, before his fingers pressed into the waistband of her thong.

“This too..” Joe whispered hotly, his fingers skimming down against Y/N’s thighs, tugging down her black thong before throwing it to the side to the pile of discarded clothes.

Joe’s fingers ran up along Y/N’s inner thighs, immediately causing goosebumps to rise onto her skin. Joe subtly glided his fingers up towards Y/N’s hips, burying his face into the crook of her neck, sucking down on the sensitive skin that drove her crazy, making sure to leave his mark so everyone knows that Y/N belongs to him.

Y/N adored having love bites mark her neck. She loved being able to see Joe’s mark on her neck, knowing she was his and only his.

Joe’s lips moved down from Y/N’s neck, slowly to her collarbones, before he teasingly slowed down his kisses through the valley of her breasts, a spot that made Y/N grow weak at the knees. Y/N inhaled a sharp breath as Joe’s kisses reached down to her stomach, slowly pressing kisses against her abdomen, before he was greeted with the prize Y/N had for tonight.

Joe smirked at his thoughts, before reaching his finger towards Y/N’s folds and slowly caressing them. A shiver of thrill raced down Joe’s spine, his eyes burning as he gazed at Y/N’s entry, listening to the catching of her breath echo through his ears.

“You’re so wet, sweetheart.” He whispered, his cool breath blowing against her folds causing Y/N to shiver and tingle with pure excitement. “And who are you wet for?” Joe demanded, his eyes now staring into Y/N’s deeply with authority, his tongue swiping across his lips.

“For you, babe..All for you..” Y/N breathed, a quiet gasp leaving her lips as Joe smoothly slipped one of his fingers inside of her.

“Good girl..” Joe hummed in satisfactory, teasing Y/N’s entry as he smirked devilishly down at her.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll never want to tease me like that ever. again.” Joe murmured against Y/N’s skin, his hands now grabbing her hips tightly, sure to leave a bruise.

Joe pressed himself into Y/N, a throaty moan leaving through Joe’s lips as Y/N pressed her nails sharply into his shoulder blades. Joe moved his lovers hips against his, their bodies moulding together as one. Joe pressed his lips against Y/N’s hungrily, moving them together in a deep sync as their hips snapped quickly together.

“Oh fuck,” Y/N gasped, her nails down dragging down Joe’s back causing a confident smirk to grow on his face. “Oh my god, Joe..” Y/N moaned, her back arching as Joe pressed against her spot deeply, pleasure and adrenaline running through both of their veins.

“Fuck Y/N..” Joe hissed, their intertwining bodies growing hot.

“I-I think..Joe, oh fuck..” Y/N gasped feeling herself reaching her high as Joe moved himself against her quickly, his lips now sucking down along her collarbones.

“Me too sweetheart..” Joe moaned, his breathing increasing as he continued to push himself deeper and quicker into Y/N.

Y/N’s back arched as her nails pressed painfully sharp into Joe’s shoulders, his name leaving as a loud shrill through her lips while profanities ran through Joe’s, the two of them reaching their high, Joe’s name echoing around the neighbourhood for sure.

Joe buried his head into the crook of Y/N’s neck, their chests pressing against one another’s as they bought desperately caught their breath. Their blood was now coursing through their veins with adrenaline. Their bodies were now trying to cool and calm down from the exciting high.

“My revenge is definitely the best..” Y/N breathed, looking into Joe’s eyes, a small smirk drawn onto her lips as she spoke.

“I’ve only started getting mine..” Joe whispered smugly, his hand slapping against Y/N’s bum cheekily.

Little did Y/N know, that tonight was only round one of Joe’s revenge.

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Hello lovelies!

This is the very highly requested part two for Hands To Myself!

I just want to say that that this is the first time I have ever wrote smut, so it isn’t the best or remotely good compared to the amazing smutty writers on tumblr, wattpad etc. So I’m very sorry that it wasn’t the best but I really hope that you enjoyed it!

If you did enjoy it, please don’t be afraid to comment down below and tell me if you did! I really love reading your feedback, it really means so much to me and I appreciate every single comment!

I hope to update with a new imagine very soon!

I hope all of you are having a really lovely week.
If you’re in school, I know how much of a pain it can be to get up out of bed in the early hours of the morning, but I believe in you! And I really hope you have a really amazing week!

I love every single one of you lovelies!

All of my love xxx

“He’s All Cockshow but No Action”

Pairing : Peter Parker x Reader (female pronoun)

Genre : Romance

Warning : Beware! Semi cocky Tom Holland up ahead! Sorry, I can’t imagine this little cup of English Breakfast Lunch and Dinner could be cocky more than how I’ve wrote… Oh and also the changing POV, don’t want y’all to get confused

Word Count : 2337 words

A/N : I FEEL REALLY BAD FOR NOT UPDATING IN SUCH A LONG PERIOD OF TIME!! This story is tbh longer than I had expected to write but then again I need to set up a foundation to the story and also characters that correlates with everyone and the plot is also important… And I really had a rough time stopping myself. And btw I’ve been watching Desperate Housewives and whoever wants to bitch out the characters from the series (1-4, I’m slow, I know) come join me in my message box! I’d love to show the world that I’m not as lonely as what my ex thought I am. GUESS WHO HAS 338 FOLLOWERS ON TUMBLR WILSEN!!! Anywho, love is always welcomed and thank you for the request to this story although I’m not opening any request box but I just got inspired the second I read the word ‘hey could you make a cocky Tom Holland imagine?’ I’m a sucker for this British scone. H A L P M E H.

Originally posted by kara




(Y/N)’s POV

“…And yes! Tom Holland’s co-star in the Spiderman movie trilogy confirmed to the rumour! (Y/N) told TMZ, ‘I have always admired Tom, he was a great co-worker but you know… He’s more than that to me’ and when asked what she meant by that she said, ‘You know, everyone has a celebrity crush, right?’ Though she didn’t really confirm nor deny it, we can all safely say that Hollywood’s bright star is crushing on her co-star! I’m-”

“I can’t believe this is happening…” I muttered in utter defeat after turning the tv off.

The news that I’m so totally into Tom Holland was spreading fast like a wildfire after the last interview I had had with TMZ a couple of days ago and TMZ just had the audacity to make it seem like I am head-over-heels for Tom.

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I Can't Stand It (Miniminter)

I Can’t Stand It 
 Miniminter x reader 
Angst 
Requested! Yes! This was requested by one of my best friends @princessac. Thanks for requesting beauty, I’m sorry it took so long! 

 The gaze she held could probably scare anyone that it attached to. Anyone could feel the burning orbs literally creating holes of fire in their bodies, but it seemed as though the tall blonde her gaze was trained on, didn’t even notice.

 Y/N stood off to the side, a glass of alcohol in her hand. There was a feeling bubbling up inside her, but Y/N didn’t know what it was. It wasn’t exactly anger, but it definitely wasn’t sadness. The feeling was almost a ,not so happy, medium. 

 "You’re not slick you know that?“ A voice sounded from besides Y/N, startling her so much that she almost spilled her drink. There stood beside her was a small Indian man who was the same height as her. Y/N grumbled to herself, gulping down the drink in her hand.

 "Shut up” Y/N retorted, clearly irritated for being called out on her, realistically, creepy antics. Vik giggled a bit, and joined her in her drinking, trying to keep his mouth shut. But he could see the look in her eyes. She was desperately in-love with Simon, that it pissed Vik off. Because Simon loved her equally as much, but the two were completely and utterly oblivious. 

 However, the situation the two were in was more complicated than anyone had originally thought. Simon and Y/N had known each other for years, growing up together with just a house between them. They were inseparable, two peas in a pod. Where ever one went, the other was close behind if not already beside. 

 But that changed. 

Surprise surprise right? 

They gained feelings for each other and well shit happened. They dated on and off for about a year, until Y/N called it off when she caught Simon cheating on her. 

 That was five years ago. 

 And she missed him more than anything. But none of the guys knew that, they just assumed that Y/N met Simon when she met everyone else. Of course both of them were caught off guard, they hadn’t seen each other for years, but they played it off well. 

 "Y/N, he’s staring" Vik murmured, swirling the drink in his hands. Y/N snapped out of her daze, her gaze focusing in on the glaring blonde from the dance floor. But the smirk that grew on his face was sickening to Y/N, the future sight she was about to face would make her feel worse than she already did. 

 Simon smirked, evilly almost, and grabbed the girl he was dancing with by the hips and pressing his lips to hers. Y/N felt her whole world crash around her, a loud clanging was muffled by the ringing in her ears, her hand now empty.

 "Y/N" Vik screeched, bending down to pick up the broken glass. Y/N followed suit, tears welling up in her eyes. 

 "I’m so sorry" The woman whimpered, feeling overwhelmed but numb at the same time. A new hand was shoved into her view. 

 "It’s fine little lady, don’t worry about it" the voice was soft, comforting, but nothing could drag Y/N out of the pit she was in. She shakily responded with a quiet ok, lifting herself up off of the ground. When she glanced back at the dance floor, the blonde was gone, but the girl he was with wasn’t. She was still dancing on the floor, but now with her friends.

 Y/N glanced around for awhile, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. But she flinched around when a large hand landed on her shoulder.

 "Hey hey. It’s just me" Simon chuckled from behind her, his tone mocking. Y/N huffed, not turning to meet his knowing gaze and shrugging his hand off of her shoulder. Simons smirk fell when the woman scooted away from him, his arm reaching out to grab her wrist. 

 "Can we talk?“ The seriousness in his question, and his expression caught Y/N completely off guard. But she stood her ground. She knew what talking meant. 

 "No” Her original, fiery gaze took place on her face, making Simon cross his arms over his chest. That gaze never worked on him. 

 "Y/N you know that little look of yours never worked on me" Simon patronized her, making her more angry by the minute. 

 "Fuck off Minter" Y/N spat, storming away from him. She bursts through the doors of the club, ignoring the calls from the others. The cold air practically slapped her in the face, but a hand pulled her back and up against the wall.

 "What the hell is your problem?!“ Y/N screeched at the blonde that was currently pinning her against the brick. The cold blue eyes that were boring into hers would make anyone shudder, but that was the thing with these two. They were immune to one another, but equally as addicted.

 "I could ask you the same thing. Every chance you get, you burn that stupid little gaze of yours into my fucking body.” The blonde huffed, calmer than she was by two whole levels. Y/N glanced away from him, uncomfortable with how close Simon was. But Simon placed a palm to her cheek, turning her eyes towards his.

 "Don’t you look away from me and try to act innocent" Simon hissed, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His fingers twitched against the skin of her cheek, his thumb caressing it lightly. Y/N melted into him, not being able to fully resist the drug she had been addicted to. But Y/N was still angry and upset.

 "Stop it" She breathed, smacking his hand away, a tear falling from her eye. Simon stepped back a step, even if it physically pained him.

 "I can’t do it anymore Simon. I can’t sit around and see you with someone else every time we go out.“ Y/N seethed, screaming through her tears. She ranted and raved, punching against his chest. Yeah, it hurt him, but Simon took it. She needed to let everything go. 

 Soon, the rage was gone, and the tears were the only thing flowing freely. Y/Ns back hit the wall, sliding down it. She tucked her head into her knees, whimpering and sobbing. Simons heart nearly broke at the sight, but she needed to get out of here now. 

So, he did the only thing he could, call an uber and take her home. He did everything a good boyfriend would do, wash her nearly emotionless body, put her in comfortable clothes, feed and hydrate her, and went to put her to bed. 

He respected her in every way, never stared for too long while she wasn’t dressed, and kept his hands to himself. But when she asked him to stay after tucking her in, he was more than eager to. 

 "I’m sorry for being jealous” Y/N murmured into the silence, her cheek moving against his chest, his thumb caressing her bicep. 

 "Go to sleep love, We’ll talk about it in the morning"

Imagine being Peter Pan's ex and meeting him again on Neverland

“Pan.” You seethe at your ex as he looks at you while observing the band of heroes surrounding you. Impulsively he kisses you, almost out of spite. You stare at him dazed, his gaze reading you like a book, and out of cruelty he states,

 “What? You think that kiss actually meant something?”

“I never did Pan. But if you’re asking me then it must have meant something to you.“ You look up at him with cold eyes. 

"Stop denying who you truly are (Y/n)." 

 "If I’m to do that, then you Pan, must stop denying the truth.” His smirk drops and suddenly he realizes that you are never coming back to him.

Originally posted by my-fxxfics

Cancelled Plans Means Cuddling and Blanket Forts

A/N: Requested by @radxxregs . Really sorry if this isn’t how you wanted it to be. I tried to make it fluffy and cute and I love the idea of blanket forts with Bucky so I thought I would incorporate that into this haha. I hope you like it c: 

Warnings: None just fluff.

Words: 1634

Originally posted by fandomnationwhore

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Pairing: Scott McCall x Reader

Prompt: Reader breaks down and Scott is there to comfort her.

Word Count: 673 (kinda short cuz most of my imagines I’ve been working on including some new requests got deleted so I’m kinda stressed rewriting them sorry)

Warnings: angst, mentions loss of mother, mentions of an abusive father

Requested: sí, by @fandomsvault

A/N: like I said a bunch of my imagines got deleted so if u requested something before this imagine was posted (mostly longer ones) it may take a little while longer to get done cuz I lost a lot of shit I’m sorry I’m working on them I promise
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“Y/N?” My head shot up and I was met with the Scott’s concerned gaze. I had dazed off for the third time in the last twenty minutes and I didn’t blame him for being concerned.

“Yeah. Sorry, Scotty, I just have a lot on my mind.” He nodded and continued speaking to the rest of the pack. I glanced across the room until my eyes landed on Lydia who stared at me curiously. I gave her a look that said ‘it’s nothing’ and looked at Scott once more. “I’m sorry. I think I need to go for a bit. Is that okay?”

“You sure you’re okay, Y/N?” Stiles asked. I nodded and gave him a reassuring smile before heading out of the animal clinic. As soon as the door shut behind me I could feel my throat tighten as tears threatened to fall. My hands trembled as I searched for my key in my purse. Only a few moments between me and the isolation of my car before I felt a hand on my arm. A sharp pain shot through the area and I hissed and pulled away, turning to see a shocked Scott staring at me.

“I was just coming to check on you. What’s wrong with your arm?” He asked. I stared at him for a moment. I tried to keep my composure, I really did but I couldn’t. Before I knew it was happening a loud sob passed my lips. I slid down the side of my car onto the pavement and covered my face with my hands. “Y/N? What’s wrong?”

“I can’t do it anymore, Scott. I can’t stay there.” I sobbed. He dropped next to me and pulled me into his arms as I cried.

“What are you talking about, Y/N? Stay where? What’s wrong?” I continued to cry as I pulled off my jacket, with only a tank top on the bruise on my left arm was sitting prominent and pronounced. Scott took in the bruise and his eyes flashed red for just a moment.

“Thad not the only one.” I sniffled. Scott gave me a look that told me I no longer had any room for excuses. “It’s my dad, he- ever since my mom died-”

“It’s okay. He isn’t here, just talk to me.” Scott said giving me a reassuring look. More tears fell as continued.

“Ever since my mom died he’s been angry. More aggressive and less understanding like he use to be. He started-” I looked away from Scott, ashamed that I would allow this to happen to myself. “He started hitting me. At first it wasn’t as bad, but now… but now I feel like he doesn’t even care if I get back up after he’s done.”

“Oh, Y/N.” Scott turned my head so that I was looking at him. I could feel another round of tears coming.

“He says I look like her but that everyone would’ve been better off if it had been me who died and not her. He blames me, Scott. I wasn’t even there and he blames me!” I sobbed into Scott’s chest and he stroked my hair softly.

“You deserve so much better, Y/N. So much better.” He pulled back and looked at me with the most serious expression I’d ever seen on him. “You’re not going back there. Ever. Not to get any clothes or to say goodbye or anything. You’re gonna stay with one of us from now on and we’ll have someone go get everything you need.”

“But, Scott I-”

“No. You don’t deserve to be treated like that. He may have lost his wife but you lost your mother. And instead of being a proper father and comforting you, he turned against you. He doesn’t deserve you and you don’t need him anymore than he needs you. Come on.” Scott helped me up and I embraced him in a tight hug.

“Thank you, Scott.” I sniffled. He hugged me back just as tight.

“Anything for you.”

A Trip To the Dentist [Rosalie Hale x Fem!Reader]

Originally posted by kittens-little-things

Not my gif. Gif credit goes to the amazing creators!


Anonymous said:Please write a fluffy Rosalie Hale x female reader imagine?Rosalie is the reader’s gf and went with the reader when she got all 4 wisdom teeth removed and the Reader tells rosalie that she loves her for the first time when she was still kind of dazed


A/N: This is such a cute idea, of course I’ll do it. I hope that you enjoy what I’ve come up with, lovely. Thank you for your request as well, and sorry that it took me so long to post it! :(


Word count: 615.

Warning’s: The reader is on heavy medication from getting their wisdom teeth out. Lot’s and lot’s of fluff. A Confession of love. (If I have forgotten anything, then please let me know.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Rosalie Cullen (unfortunately) or anyone else within the Twilight Saga universe, but Stephanie Meyer does!


Your dazed expression and puffed out cheeks was the most adorable thing that Rosalie Hale had ever encountered in her entire eternal life. She had been by your side for the majority of the procedure, - not surprising as it took little convincing for the dentist allow her to remain present for your behalf-. The scent of chemicals had been most bothersome as it burnt her nostrils. Though, once your procedure to get your wisdom teeth removed, was over, she smiled down at you like an angel sent from Heaven.

“Whoaaaaaa!” you groaned, your gorgeous orbs incredibly ajar, quivering at the sight of her beauty. “I’ve never seen an Angel before…” you murmur out, debility lingering closely on each word spoken. “Well, actually,” you began, eyes flickering to the door as tears swarmed your eyes. “That’s a lie.” you sniffled, clearly out of it.

“Shhhh… it’s okay, sweetie. I’m not mad.” Rosalie cooed gingerly down at you, her golden ocher eyes warmly peering into yours. She found your puckered lower lip to resemble that of a child’s, to which only caused her to beam that much wider.

“I-I’m not f-f-finished.” you point out notably, eyes crossed comically. Rosalie chortled with merriment. “My girlfriend, Rosalie, is a-a-an a-angel.” you nodded, making a confession. “Or a goddess.” you add, smiling whimsically up at the ceiling.

“Is that so, sweetie?” she murmured, running her hands through your hair before the dentist returned, giving Rosalie the word that it you were sound and able to leave.

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Cherry Bomb - Tommy Conlon Fan Fic: Chapter One

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Warnings: all safe here in this first introduction, brief mature content

Chapter One – On The “T”

(Pittsburgh - Eight Months After Sparta)

A few passengers on the early morning T paused briefly for a look at the man tucked far into the back corner seat; his black wool cap pulled low on his forehead.  If they recognized the local hero, all but swallowed up inside the over-sized hoodie, they never approached.  The hard edge in his eyes and the intermittent scowl a sufficient deterrent.  Most didn’t catch the slight wince that crossed his features each a time a bump of the tracks pushed his left shoulder against the side of the train.   The pain shooting down to his elbow and leaving a tingling sensation in his fingers.   Fingers that restlessly rubbed against one another as the trolley droned onward.  Hooded eyes kept their focus on the passing landscape through the blur of a dozen different greasy fingerprints upon the window panes.  

One particular young woman received a flicker of reaction, the grey eyes suddenly lightening as their focus rested briefly on her pleasing face and form.   A shy smile his reward for risking the merest amount of human contact.   Her own gaze lingered on the mesmerizing eyes, but it was the plump lips curled about a toothpick that truly caught her attention.    The fullest, most tempting mouth she’d ever seen on a man and her tongue darted out to moisten her own parted lips as she quietly took her seat.   Imagining the taste and feel of them moving hungrily upon her own.    Her entire body.  A heated flush rose in her cheeks even though the encounter was brief, and the man quickly turned back to his solitary gaze out the window.   She watched as the toothpick rolled back and forth across his mouth while he kept huddled to himself.

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vir-tanadahl  asked:

Space-sea animals for Ryder and Jaal ❤️

I had so much fun writing this!! ahhhh thenks for the prompt! and yes I made up the name for the lil crab-fish.


Sara peered into the small tidal pool, eyes wide in curious amazement. The small creature shuffling through the sand was almost mesmerizing to watch. She had been there for three minutes, just watching it swim around.

It was almost like a cross between a hermit crab and a lionfish, with outrageous colors. She had SAM scan them and his analysis was that they were akin to crustaceans, and harmless, so she continued to monitor them. it was… extremely relaxing. the stress from the week oozing away as she watched them. there were four of them, one was pink with white and purple swirls on its shell, one was red with orange and yellow swirls, one was green with blue and white specks on the shell, and the last one was black with a red and grey swirls on the shell. each of them had flowy fins that reminded her of betta fish. she watched ass the green one swam up to the red one, bumping into it gently.

“the Tempest is ready to… Darling one?”

Sara looked up from the pool, the familiar voice snapping her from her daze. her gaze settling on the angara that had appeared from the foliage behind her . “Oh, hey Jaal.”  

“What are you doing?” He asked, walking over to her and peering at the pool in a curious sort of amusement. Sara gestured to the pool, pointing at the spiky crabs.

“these little things were so cool looking, I just wanted to watch them for a bit.” She said softly, folding her hands in her lap as the little crabs floated peacefully through the water. “I even named them.” Jaal let out a soft laugh and took a seat beside her. “you did?” Sara nodded, looking pleased with herself.  


“I did. I named the red one Suvi.” She pointed at the small red and orange swirls on its shell. “The shell reminds me of her hair. The green one is Kallo, because it seems to like chilling with the red one. The black one is Commander Shepard, and the pink one is blasto.” She pointed to each crab as she said the names.

“I see.” Jaal murmured, looking down at the small crabs. The pink one bumped into the green one, sending it tumbling into the black one. “ they are called toraas. they only appear once every few years. There are stories that say they are meant to symbolize peace and good fortune.”  Jaal said, glancing at Sara with a fond smile on his features.  

Sara swirled her fingers in the water slowly as to not disturb the small creatures, lifting her gaze to his. “Yeah? I guess that makes me pretty lucky then.” Jaal chuckled softly. “If you believe in those things, sure.”

SAM spoke up from her omnitool, breaking the soft moment. “Pathfinder, the Tempest is ready to depart.”  

Sara sighed softly, glancing at her omnitool. She had been working herself too hard, it was no surprise to Jaal that she found peace in such little things like this. Despite the war with the kett being more or less over, the Nexus had been at Sara’s heels, urging her to push them even further. It was overwhelming, and Jaal could see the toll it took on her.  

“Tell them we will be there soon.” Jaal said, taking her hand in his and pulling her close to him. Sara opened her mouth to object but Jaal hushed her. “We have time. The world won’t end if we sit here for a while.”  

Sara relented, relaxing against his bulk with a smile as he pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “Just a little longer then…”

“Just a little longer…”

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a thoughtless moment’s blessing

yuri!!! on ice, yuuri pov, victuri royalty au

in a kingdom where touching the crown prince calls for the death sentence, yuuri, a simple tailor’s apprentice, saves prince victor’s life and fully expects to be executed for it.

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oh no.

that’s the only thought that passes through his head. he opens his eyes, just a bit, just enough to see the shock of silver hair in front of them, and then he squeezes them closed again.

oh no, oh no, oh no.

a shocked kind of silence has settled around him, and yuuri can hear his own heart pounding.

‘umm…’ he hears, voice hesitant, from the person in his arms, and he lets go immediately, as if burned. the person lifts their weight off of him and yuuri scrambles to put a bit of distance between them. he kneels, bows, forehead pressed to the ground, every nerve ending screaming at him. 

'please forgive me, your highness!’ he begs, voice trembling as much as his body. 

he’s gone and done it. his body had acted on its own. he’d seen the way the horse had startled at something and surged forward, carriage and all, straight for where the prince was standing admiring a flower arrangement, and he just moved.

but in saving the crown prince’s life, he’s also signed his own death sentence.

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these idle hearts of ours

I only just watched the finale last night because things have been crazy and things still are crazy, but I just had to write this as soon as it popped into my head. Never could I have imagined at the beginning of the season shipping Archie and Cheryl this much, but here I am.



Maybe there’s some truth to the idea that misery loves company.

She’s been wandering, feeling through the dark with her hands trembling, with her chest closing in around her heart, perhaps a lot longer than she dares to admit. Because doing so means that she might have to face the bitter, hallow, terrifying truth that maybe she’s spent her entire life in a lie. That maybe Jason had been wrong. You feel so much stronger than any of us, he used to tell her. You’ll be the one to save this family, he promised, pleaded, and so she held onto those words with every ounce of strength she could muster, held onto her family as they tried to pry her off, until she couldn’t take it. Until her hands and her body and her heart went numb, as cold as the icy water that she’d been so desperate to drown in. You’re fire, Jason had told her, and so fire is what she hoped would remind her heart what it felt like to beat.

But she’d been engulfed in the smoke instead, still numb, and all she can do is to hope that one day she won’t be able to smell the ashes anymore.

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