god i want him so much it aches


Warnings: slight smut at the end! Picture is not mine

 Inspired by “Woman”! Enjoy!

“There is something I need to show you.” He whispered against her lips, gently brushing a lose strand of hair behind her ear while offering his hand for her to grab it. There had been something that he had worked on for a very long while and now that it was finally finished, Harry was so ready to present it to her. The young girl in front of him looked at him with a slight hint of uneasiness in her eyes. She knew she shouldn’t be here in his apartment in the middle of the night and if her father ever found out about her disregard of his rules than she was completely in trouble.

People told her thousand times not get involved with Harry. They claimed he was not a good influence on anybody, trying to put him into a bad shadow. But despite all those warnings, (Y/N) still couldn’t let her fingers away from the attractive young man. It was quite impossible, no matter how much she tried. From the very first moment they met, she was so smitten with him that she instantly developed feelings for him. Feelings that were not one sided but also returned by Harry. There was no way that she would let him go. Other person’s opinions didn’t have an impact on her. She simply didn’t care.

Harry’s smile on his lips widened as she hesitantly took a hold of his hand. With their fingers intertwined, Harry led her to his bedroom where also a part of his studio was set up. Leaving her in the middle of the room once arriving, he pulled out a CD where he had recorded a special song just for her. A song which held so much meaning, love and passion behind it.

He put the CD into the music player and as he pushed the play button, soft music instantly filled the entire room. (Y/N) closed her eyes, her ears only focused on the nice melodies and a chuckle left her lips as she heard a sound that resembled quite to a duck. When she heard his voice, singing “lalala”, her heart increased its beating.

Then she felt his presence closely behind her, so close that his breath was tickling the back of her neck, causing the tiny little hairs to rise up.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about yeh while writin’ on this song.” Harry mumbled, nibbling on the soft flesh of her neck. Her eyes fluttered at the sensation that he caused within her. “Yeh were the only one that consumed my mind.”

He wrapped his arms firmly around her waist, pressing her against his hard chest.

I’m selfish I know/ But I don’t ever want to see you with him…” He sang along with his recorded voice. (Y/N) knew exactly what he was talking about. There was a time where her father tried to set her up with somebody else only to prevent her from meeting Harry. Her father was a famous lawyer and it definitely bothered him that his one and only daughter were interested in a superstar like Harry.

She still met somebody besides him but only to please her father. Her father had no idea of her secret meetings with the young man that she loved and it all happened behind his back.

“I’m selfish I know/ I told but I know you never listen…” By now, Harry swayed their bodies slowly to the rhythm. He nestled his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent of vanilla. This woman in his arms, the woman that he felt like protecting with his whole being, to cherish her, would be the only one in his life that he was going to love unconditionally.  

“I hope you can see/ The shape that I’m in/ While he’s touching your skin…” How much of rage did he feel in his entire body as one time he saw her so called “boyfriend” laying his dirty fingers on her. Right back then he wanted to kill him, he would have if there wasn’t his friends who held him back from fulfilling his intentions.

“He’s right where I should/ Where I should be/ But you’re making me bleed…” Harry knew that he would never be enough in her father’s eyes. He knew he would never get his blessing. He didn’t even have no clue what he did so this man showed his obvious disgust toward him. All he wanted and wished wholeheartedly was to be with this girl without any hidings.

Harry noticed how her heartbeat quickened, he could practically feel it with every fiber of his body. He wanted to show what she did to him. His fingers found their way under her chin, turning her head to the side so she could face him. Her eyes sparkled with amazement and fascination. She still couldn’t figure out that this song was about her. Soon, everybody in the entire planet was going to hear this song but none of them would found out the true meaning behind it.

His eyes went from her eyes down to her full lips. She had bitten on her lower lip quite nervously but still seductively, a gesture which turned him on, making his legs weak and all wobbly.

The atmosphere in the room had become hotter and warmer, they felt it, and yet both of them stood there, looking into each other’s eyes.

A wave of emotions flooded through (Y/N)’s body. Desire is what she felt in the first place and the need to be close to him. She wanted him to devour her, right here in his bedroom. She wanted him to make her his, once and for all.

Harry brought their lips to a heated kiss. On the background you could hear “Woman” being sung, supported by another lines of “lalala”. He fully turned her body around so their chests crashed against each other.

“Touch me, Harry.Please…” (Y/N) moaned, once pulling away and this was the only confirmation that Harry needed. Both were overwhelmed by their feelings for one another. She needed him as much as he needed her.

He ordered her to jump, steadying her legs around his hips and walking towards his bed. He softly put her down onto the covers, then hovering over her tiny frame. Slowly and carefully, they freed each other from their clothes until they were completely exposed to the opponent. Harry took a little while to admire her perfect body, to memorize every little detail of her. The little scar on her left thigh, the stretch marks on her hips. All those particularities that made her the person that she was.

The song continued in the background as he drew a trail of kisses from her chest to her belly. The sweet sounds that escaped her mouth sounded like a melody in his ears. He had never been so in love as he was with her. He looked at her passionately.

“Spread those pretty legs for me, gorgeous.” It was soft spoken but yet an order. She complied without any hesitation, giving him a view on her intimate part. Harry was good with his tongue, there was no doubt and he definitely knew how to use it. He gave her an optimum pleasure, licking and sucking her clit to her orgasm. She whimpered as she hit her climax, tugging at his curls that she fisted tightly as Harry began to eat her out. “Harry…” She spoke his name, almost begging.

Harry glanced at her once more, her body glistening with sweat and she looked like an angel in her vulnerable state. Nobody was ever going to see her like this. He would take care of it. He marked her as his own already.

Excitement rushed through their bodies and Harry did want nothing but to bury himself into her. He was aching to feel her entirely. He parted himself away from her just to take a condom which he rolled over his now hardly manhood. (Y/N)’s warm hand stroked over his tummy and the muscles under his skin clenched at her touch, leaving a tingly sensation behind. She slung her arms around his neck, forcing him down to her to connect their lips again. “God, woman, I love you so much!” He moaned against her lips.

And as he guided himself into her, carefully and gently, feeling her warmth surrounding him, it felt like heaven had opened its gates only for him.


My Perfect Type ~ Kim Taehyung [SMUT]

Group: BTS
Member: Kim Taehyung
Type: Fluff/Smut
Word Count: 2238

When I get asked about my “perfect“ type, I often hesitate and struggle to find an answer. Because the truth is, I don’t believe that such a thing exists. You don’t fall in love according to your perfect type. You fall in love not because you decide that person suits you the most, you fall in love because your heart decides. When you fall for a person you don’t immediately stop feeling attracted towards them because they might not have blue eyes, brown hair and perfect skin like you want them to. People often fall for someone because of the way they behave. They might fall for the little things you do. The way you greet every person you pass by so kindly, the way your eyes light up when you’re rambling about the things you’re passionate about for hours or the way you wear your hair up in a messy ponytail and walk around in your pajamas all day on a Saturday. The cute little noises you make when you try your hardest not to fall asleep on him. Maybe they’ve fallen for you because of all the little things you don’t even realize you do. Maybe before they’ve started talking to you and got lost in your eyes, you weren’t their type either. 
I turn my head to Taehyung, his eyes are glistening under the moonlight as his gaze is fixed on the road in front of him, a slight smile tugging on the edge of his cherry lips. I bite down on my lower lip and nod to myself.

Maybe I wasn’t his perfect type when we first interacted but I’m the person he’s loving so passionately, the person he can’t go seconds without talking to, the person he calls beautiful every morning and I’m alright with that. I’m alright with him being the person I’ll be introducing to my parents as the person I will love until the rest of our lives.
That’s why, when I get asked about my ideal type I often respond with “I don’t have one” because I can’t tell them the truth. I can’t tell them that my ideal type is Kim Taehyung.  All I ever wanted was someone with a good heart and soft touch. Someone who can talk about their favorite things for hours and get totally lost in it. Someone who is willing to hold me during my worst nightmares but also can let me go when needed. Someone who hugs me from behind and tells me that everything will be alright when I’m feeling anxious. Someone who is proud to show me off in front of his friends, someone who tells me I’m pretty and kisses my forehead when I don’t feel like facing the world. Someone who gets jealous when I’m talking to another man but when confronted, won’t admit it. Someone who can tell me those three magical words over and over again and make it feel like the first time.
And I’m proud to have found that someone who I was never planning on meeting, someone who I thought I would never date until the day of our first date and since then, I’ve been proud to be his perfect type.

He puts the car into park and turns off the engine.
“Ready?” He asks, ripping me out of my daydream and I turn my head to the door to my house. The door my parents are waiting anxiously behind for our arrival, to finally meet my boyfriend. I gulp, feeling the anxiety raise inside of me. A lot of thoughts are running through my mind and I start feeling sweaty. Suddenly I feel his warm hand take mine into his and turn my reddened face towards him. He’s smiling at me passionately, his gaze meeting mine.

“It’s okay.” he says, his voice coming out in nothing more than a whisper. He cups my face with his hands and runs his thumb over my cheek, nodding understandingly. “I’m sure they won’t be able to hate me. If I was able to make you fall for me, I’m sure I’ll enchant them the minute we walk through that door.” he continues and points past me at the door at the end of my driveway.
I nod at his words and smile back at him once before placing a peck on his lips.

“You’re right. We’ll do fine.”

Taehyung exists the car before me and I watch his masculine frame run around the car to my side and opening the door for me. I giggle at his cute behavior and take his hand into mine. He lets the car door fall shut behind me and intertwines our fingers. The coming home light at the end of the driveway turns on and I hear familiar voices coming from behind the door.
“Ready” Taehyung asks, looking at me reassuringly.  Something inside me softens by his confident tone and gives me the last strength to do this.

I’m staring at my dad across the table, poking the steak on my plate with my fork. He doesn’t notice my worrying expression and keeps his eyes peeled on Taehyung sitting next to me. His hand takes mine under the table and circles the back of it with his thumb. I turn my attention towards him to see him smiling at me brightly. “Eat or your dinner will get cold.” he suggests, gesturing towards my poked food.
I let out a loud laugh and nod, shoving a piece into my mouth as I try to avoid eye contact with my dad. I hear a loud groan but decide to ignore it to not make things even more comfortable.
Mom is running around hectically, making sure Taehyung is not missing anything.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything else?” she asks, for what feels like the tenth time this evening.

I roll my eyes, feeling a hint of embarrassment by their behavior. “Mother…” I groan annoyed but Taehyung cuts me off.

“No it’s okay, thank you. Thank you for the food and welcoming me so heartily.” he answers in a soft tone, stroking your arm under the table.

I turn my head towards my mother and see her admiring Taehyung. She lets out a sigh, tilting her head to the sight to get a better view of him.
“What a lovely young gentleman and so handsome, you must feel proud to have him by your side, Y/N.”
I smile at her words, glad to have her think of him like that.
“Always take care of her like she’s the only treasurable thing in your live. If something happens to my babygirl because of you.“ my dad finally speaks up, raising his voice as he continues rambling. I want to cut him off in fright that Taehyung won’t understand his words as teasing.

“Don’t worry sir. I already think of her that way.”

I turn off the light in the bathroom and crawl into bed, lifting the covers over my body. Taehyung enters the room shortly after and winks at me from across the room. I giggle, lifting the covers over my head to silence my laughter.
Taehyung jumps into bed next to me and lifts the covers off my body, throwing them away. His gaze meets mine. He steadies his masculine body over mine and smiles gently.
“You did well today.” I admit, running my thumb over his cheek. A smile tugs on the edge of his lips by my confession.
“It was so hard princess…” he moans teasingly and pouts at me. I giggle, hitting his arm playfully.

“I should get something for my hard work.” He says, looking at me with big eyes. I furiously shake my head. “No, we can’t.” I respond, catching onto his train of thought and looking at him in disbelief.
He hits the bedding next to my head in frustration before looking at me again, biting down on his lower lip teasingly. “Please…”
I hesitate for a moment, trying to stay strong. “Remember what my dad said?” I ask and Taehyung nods knowingly.

“I’ll cut off your balls if you lay one of your filthy hands on my daughter.” He answers in a mocking voice and you can’t help but giggle at his impression.

Taehyung hands land firmly on each side of my head and he leans close to my face, so close that I can feel his breath brush across my ear. “Let’s keep it down.” he growls into your ear, placing a kiss on my earlobe.
A sharp sound of pleasure climbs my throat and I wrap my arms around my neck, threading my fingers through his wet hair, holding him to me.
Taehyung puts his hands on your waist, his fingers gently drifting along my back down to my hips, teasing the skin just beneath the waistband of my pants. He bends his head and places a soft kiss on my lips. The kiss grows deeper, hungrier until he breaks away from my lips and sears a trail of kisses down my neck, his hand roaming freely up my leg. I arch against him, pressing my breasts into his chest, looking for some relief for the ache that is spreading through my body, beating a pulse at the apex of my thighs.
He angles his head and deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine. I dug my nails into the back of his neck, trying to anchor myself to the ground.
He abandons my lips and blazes a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, across my collarbone and down the V-neck of my blouse, to the curve of my cleavage.
“You, Y/N.” he rasps. “Need to be unbuttoned, very badly.”

He slips the top button of my blouse through the hole. The fabric separates and he bents his head, kissing the slice of newly revealed skin. He reaches the button beneath my bra, kissing down my stomach until my shirt is completely gone. He traces a line up my midsection with the tip of his tongue. He pushes the blouse off my shoulders and I buckle my hips to help him remove it easier.
He pushes his thigh between my legs, grinding his erection into my hip and covering my mouth with his. He reaches behind me and unclips my bra, letting it fall loose. Taehyung leans in and runs the flat of his tongue over your hardened nipple before sucking it deep into his mouth. A sharp, hot arrow of desire hits me straight in the stomach and radiates out. My core aching.
He releases my nipple and his eyes wander down the body below him, licking his lips in satisfaction. “God, you’re fucking beautiful.”

He puts his hands on my thighs and pushes my pants down, revealing more skin. “I want these,” he moves his hand to the top of my leg, brushing his thumb along my hipbone, over the thin fabric of my lazed panties, “off.”

Before I can even process the rough words, he hooks his fingers into my underwear and starts tugging them down my legs.
“So much better.” he says, smirking at me seductively before he crawls off the bed and kneels down in front of my entrance, pulling my body closer to him.
When he leans in, his broad shoulders force her legs apart.
The first pass of his tongue over my flesh shocks me and I buck beneath his mouth, the pleasure so sharp, so intense. He grips her hips, blunt-tipped fingers digging into my skin as he holds me still, forcing me to submit.
I cover my eyes with my arm, my hips moving in time with the strokes of his tongue. I let out a silent moan of pleasure and press my body into his tongue. Suddenly he delivers a harsh slap to the inside of my thigh and I groan out in pain. Taehyung looks up at me from between my legs, his lips glistening.
“We don’t want to get caught, do we?” He asks teasingly and I shake my head.

He releases his hold on one of my hips and drops his hand down between my legs, his fingers joining with his mouth. He teases the entrance to my body with his finger, just teasing as he continues to taste me. I bite down on my fingers and squeeze my eyes shut to suppress moans from slipping out accidentally.
Then he slides a finger deep inside, stretching me while his tongue works its way over my clit again. I moan out in pleasure, pressing myself wantonly against his hot mouth. I want everything he can give and more.

He growls low in his throat and grabs my ass, delving his tongue deep inside.
“Is this what you want?” he says, sliding a finger deep inside at the same time he captures my clit between his lips, giving it a brief tug.
I pant and arch against him. “Yes, more.”
He adds another finger, and then slides them both in and out of me, exhaling his own groan. “You’re so tight baby.”

When I feel the knot in my stomach tighten, Taehyung releases himself from my sex and steadies himself over my body again. I curl my legs tighter around his body. He presses his lips against mine in a passionate kiss, his hands cupping my thighs, hooking them around his hips. He rocks his erection against me, creating glorious friction. I mewl and gyrate my hips underneath him.
“Tell me what you need.” he commands. I bite down on my lower lip and try to catch my breath. Just as I clutch him close, he quickly clasps my hands and pulls them over my head with one hand.
While I inhale deeply, he presses his hardness against my sex and locks eyes with me. “Tell me what you need.” he repeats, raising his voice at me slightly.
“You, daddy. Just you.” I repeat between heavy breaths.

His lips form into a smirk at my words and he nods, pulling his boxer shorts down with his free hand, revealing his erection to me. “That’s all I ever needed to hear.”
He pumps himself a few times, silent moans escaping his lips. I watch the pre-cum leak from his tip and lick my lips hungrily. He uses his hand to squeeze my thighs and lock my legs in position. The head of his cock bumps into my fast-slickening opening and my juices damp my inner thighs. His fingers dug deeply into my flesh. He hands control over to me for a few moments, groaning as I buck forward and impale my entrance on the smooth, hot steel of his cock.
I rear up and his cock struck my clit, sending electric quivers of pleasure through me. He slowly eases himself further into me, filling me up completely and holding his thrusts to help me adjust to him.
He quickens his pace, his thighs hitting mine, pressing me further into the mattress. He watches our bodies as one and he rims my opening with his fingertip, circling around his dick.
He grasps my bottom, squeezing my butt cheek as he quickens his thrusts. I moan out at the sensation, feeling my  walls tighten around him.
I let my head fall into the white bedsheet and moan out as my orgasm rushes through my body.
Taehyung thrusts into me faster when he feels me coming around him and feels his orgasms rush through his body, groaning as he comes onto my stomach.

I’m sitting at the table, still exhausted from last night’s activity. I’m quietly chewing on a piece of bread, with my hand stroking Taehyung’s hand gently when suddenly my brother speaks up. “Did you sleep well Taehyung?” he asks, grinning mischievously. I gulp, feeling the blood rush into my cheeks.
Taehyung looks between him and your brother and nods. “I did.”
“Was impossible not to hear.” He answers quietly, his words coming out as nothing more than a whisper as he giggles.
My dad clears his throat and leans closer to my boyfriend. “What did I say about laying a hand on my daughter?” he asks.
I suddenly feel a rush of anxiety run through my body as I notice the smirk tugging on Taehyung’s lips. He leans in closer, his mouth only a hairs-breadth away from my dad’s.
“I can’t help that your daughter calls me daddy too…” he answers, winking at him before leaning back into the chair.

I nearly choke on my toast by his words and look at him with big eyes. Maybe my perfect type isn’t so perfect after all.

Love, Youngmi

Blue Velvet (Yondu Udonta x Reader)

Requested by anon: It would be really great if you wrote a Yondu x Reader smut where Yondu is super dominant in bed but still loving and caring.

A/N: So, this is pure and simple plotless smut y'all and I don’t regret a single thing. Hope you’ll like it.

Warnings: Smut, Plotless Smut, Dom!Yondu, Sub!Reader, Dom/Sub Relationship, Dom/Sub Sexual Content (I think y'all know what it involves ;)), Explicit Language, and a teeny-tiny bit of Fluff.

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I could treat you better

(A/N): I love this request so fucking much

Request:  Hi, can I request one where the reader is dating tony and he treats her badly, then Bucky or Steve are like I can treat you much better than that ? ( btw you’re an amazing write and I love your work

Warnings: angst? swearing, drinking, abusive relationship

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Originally posted by n-barnes

   Bucky had to watch helplessly as Tony involuntarily insulted (Y/N) again that night; ‘Oh, they’re just a little play thing,’ 'Sorry, I just think you’re so beautiful. I’d love to take you out to dinner after this,’ 'Yeah, I told (Y/N) to wear this other shirt, this one is just- ugh- lets talk about something else, ’ The entire fucking night Bucky watched as Tony treated (Y/N) like shit all throughout the dinner. He wouldn’t even acknowledge them when they gently tugged on his sleeve, asking in a meek voice when they were going to leave. Not to mention he kept flirting with every person who walked by, making (Y/N) feel even worse. He’d seen them go from happy and chirpy at the beginning of the dinner to where they were now, sniffling in the furthest corner of the booth. Bucky’s heart ached for them as he watched them paw at their nose “inconspicuously”.

    He could treat them so much better, he wouldn’t flirt everytime someone so much as breathed, he wouldn’t leave them waiting up for hours on end only to find out that he had been at another persons house, he wouldn’t berate them like Tony did, he wouldn’t hurt them they way Tony had. He’d treat them right, he’d love them and cherish them, he buy them flowers and hold their hand, kiss them whenever they wanted affection, he’d hold them close and tell them how much he loved them.

    Bucky grit his teeth as he glared at the food on his plate, some fancy shit he didn’t even like. 

   All the avengers were out for some celebration after having saved the world again. Bucky didnt want to be here, nor did (Y/N). He couldn’t help thinking that they should be at home together, eating some shitty icecream and watching those even shittier tv shows (Y/N) loved. Bucky smiled softly as he thought of the never to be memory, it was soft and warm, it reminded him of some place safe and warm. It was funny how something that was never even going to happen made him this fucking happy- 

    “(Y/N), stop being so fucking clingy!” Tony lashes out at them, glaring at them angrily. “Goddamit sometimes I fucking hate you,” Bucky didnt think he could possibly hate another person as much as he hated Tony in that moment. How dare he talk to (Y/N) like that? The fucking bastard, he ought to rip him to pieces-

    “But Tony-” (Y/N)’s voice quivered as did their lip as they willed them self not to cry. 

   "I swear to god I’m going to smack you so hard-“ That was the last straw for Bucky, he refused to sit by and listen to Tony treat (Y/N) this way any longer. Bucky nearly flipped the table over as he stood up, glaring at Tony so intensely he could feel his head beginning to ache. 

   "Don’t you ever fucking talk about (Y/N) like that again you dick," 

   "I’ll do whatever the hell I want to them Barnes, you don’t own them," 

   "Neither do you,” Tony chuckles dryly as he shakes his head, taking a soft sip from his liquor. 

   "I think they do actually, they’re my property and I’ll do whatever I damn well please to them. If I want to call them a bitch I will, if I want to rough them up a bit I will, I’ll beat the living shit out of them if-“ Bucky grabbed Tony by the collar, hoisting him up off the ground as he shoved him into the nearest wall. 

   "I dare you to fucking finish that sentence,” Bucky growls, hoisting Tony up a bit higher. “See what happens you piece of shit,”

    “Bucky, please don’t,” (Y/N)’s voice is on the verge of hysteria at this point, high and pleading with the soldier. “Just drop it, it’s not worth it,” Bucky ignores them for now, too focused on the way Tony was attempting to squirm out of his grip. “Bucky!” (Y/N) gripped his arm, squeezing it just enough to get his attention. “Please, let him go,” Bucky’s expression softens only a bit as he looks at (Y/N), his eyes now wide with sadness and confusion. 

   "But doll-“ 

   "Please,” (Y/N) pleads. 

   "Can you- can you take me home? Please?“ Bucky nods immediately, dropping Tony to the floor not so softly; if that fall didn’t break his ass Bucky would be surprised.

    "You fuckin’ asshole,” Bucky spits at him as (Y/N) drags him away, pulling him out if the restaurant and out onto the street. 

   "I’m so sorry about that doll, oh my god, you deserve so much better than that,“

    "All I was trying to tell him was that I didn’t feel good,” (Y/N) whispers to the ground, folding their arms over their stomach. “I thought I was going to throw up and I wanted to ask him how much longer he’d be there,” (Y/N) sniffles softly, finally allowing their tears to fall. Bucky bit his lip as his heart ached for (Y/N). They didn’t fucking feel good and then Tony had to go and act like that? They just wanted to go home for fucks sake, was that so hard for Tony to understand? 

   "Here,“ Bucky pulls (Y/N) close to him, wrapping a protective arm around their shoulders. "Lets take a cab, it’s faster,” (Y/N) nods, unconsciously leaning against Bucky for support. 

   Immediately Bucky flagged a taxi down and opened the door for (Y/N), letting them climb in before him. They immediately curl up beside the door, their head resting against the cold metal. Bucky climbed in afterwards, gave the driver the directions and money and then settled back into his seat.

    “You okay doll?” Bucky asks as he reaches out, brushing his metal hand against (Y/N)’s forehead.

    “No,” (Y/N) whimpers pathetically. “I’m gonna throw up,”

    “Not in my car yer not!” The cab driver spoke up, glaring at (Y/N) from the front seat. (Y/N) whimpers sadly, Bucking up against Bucky’s hand unconsciously. 

   "Fuck, you’re burnin’ up doll,“ Bucky bites his lips in worry, his gaze traveling over (Y/N)’s now pale face. 

   "If you puke in 'ere it’s ten extra dollas!" 

   "Yeah, yeah,” Bucky didnt mean to sound curt but (Y/N) wasn’t looking all too good at the moment and that’s all he cared about. Luckily for them they made it back to the tower before (Y/N) hurled their dinner.

    “C'mon doll,” Bucky whispers as he guides (Y/N) to their bathroom, letting them lean on him for support. He only manages to get them on the floor and pull their hair back before they’re puking.

    Bucky felt horrible as he ran a hand up and down (Y/N)’s quivering back. They were upchucking so violently he was worried about the sake of their intestines and ribs. Thankfully before any real damage was done (Y/N) stopped, having thrown up everything that was in their stomach. They dry heaved for a moment before collapsing back against Bucky.

    “I-I’m sorry Buck-”

    “Shh, it’s okay,” Bucky soothes. “I don’t mind,” He reaches up to brush some sweaty hair away from (Y/N)’s face, biting his lip as (Y/N) panted. “Can I do anything for you?" 

   "I’d really like some water…and something comfortable to wear…”

    “I’ll be right back,” Bucky smiles at them gently as he slips away, grabbing them their desired water and comfy clothes. “Here doll,” Bucky crouched down beside them as they tried to get up to get undressed. “I’ll help ya,” Bucky sets his materials aside, instead focusing on working (Y/N)’s shirt on their body. “I personally think this shirt looks amazing on you,” Bucky whispers as he lets the material slide off their shoulders, hitting the ground gently. 

   "No one else did…“ 

   "Well fuck everyone else then,” Bucky grumbles as he works (Y/N)’s pants off their legs.

    “I’m only trying to fuck you Barnes,” (Y/N) smirks as though drunk and perhaps they were, sick and drunk didn’t abide well together. Bucky smiles as he slides their pants off, then picking up the shirt and shorts he had gotten them to wear. 

   "Maybe after you start to feel better, yeah?“ Bucky slides the shirt on, the shorts following afterwards. 

   "Yeah, I like that," 

  "On one condition,” Bucky raises a finger, looking at (Y/N) sternly. “You have to dump Tony, he’s a great guy but he doesn’t treat you the way you deserve to be treated. You deserve better-”


   "Please believe me (Y/N),” Bucky whispers helplessly. “Most guys would never treat you like that," 

   "how would you treat me?” (Y/N) bites their lip, looking up at Bucky with some kind of hopefulness to their eyes. 

   "Well first I’d kiss you all the time, treat you well, cherish you,“ Bucky Leans down, kissing his way up from (Y/N)’s calf to her thigh. "I’d tell you how much I love you, I’d take you out on dates, if buy your presents, I sure as hell wouldn’t flirt with waiters with you right there-I wouldn’t even flirt at all. Then every morning I’d wake up and make you breakfast so you could have breakfast in bed, I’d run you nice, warm, long baths-” (Y/N) seemingly moans, a rather hoarse sound considering how hard they just puked. 

   "God, that sounds amazing,“ 

   "It does, doesn’t it?” Bucky smiles, recollecting his earlier thoughts about eating shitty icecream and watching even shittier tv shows. That could be him every night if (Y/N) want through with this, twenty four seven he’d have somebody to hold and love and cherish.

    “So that’s the deal? I fuck you, I break up With tony and instead date you? No catches or anything,”

    “No,” Bucky smiles as he runs his fingers along (Y/N)’s sweaty cheekbones. “Except having to put up with my shit constantly," 

   "well in that case,” (Y/N) smiles up at him gently, just barely showing off their teeth and Bucky thought it was the cutest little smile he’d ever seen. “Deal.”

Your Curse, My Blessing.

A/N: some random spideypool smut for youuu~! Short and rushed but ohh welll.


Pairing: Peter Parker x Wade Wilson 

Warnings: NSFW, language, drinking, intoxicated sex, drug use, viagra, non-consensual drug use, spiked drinks, anal sex, dirty talk, oral, Peter is legal, Peter can drink, teasing, riding, sorta lap dance, coming untouched, multiple orgasms, multiple positions. 


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Assuming your ask box is open according to that post you have great timing because I just started freaking out over a legal studies test. Could I request some heavy fluff w/ Zen? Basically, every morning before he wakes up, MC likes to shower his face in kisses but he doesn't know this until he's just laying in bed contemplating waking up before he needs to and it happens. If your box is closed, I'm really sorry but if it isn't, thanks in advance for writing this!

a/n: I hope you wouldn’t mind a small fic to celebrate Zen’s birthday!! Y’all enjoy this angst break. LAUGHS EVILLY TO THE SUN


 The wolf and the sheep.

You got something that I believe,
I've been waiting for all my ...
We're blazing high, smoke fill the night
gasoline, you're fire.

Crawling beside the most handsome man your eyes have ever seen, you gently squeezed yourself in between the small space beside his body and arm. He was laying bare right next to you, the inevitable body heat reaching your skin and sending tingles you couldn’t possibly ignore.

Oh god was he so beautiful.

Your fingers started tracing the small cracks of his abs, feeling the roughness of the muscles and at the same time, the smooth and gentle skin enveloping the hardness like a soft shell. Your eyes fluttered towards his sleeping face, taking in the majestic view of how his lips were slightly parted as he breathed gently, his perfectly shaped nose, his strong jaw, his long and beautiful lashes and the mop of silver hair sprawled across the pillows.

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Prompt:All I want from life is overprotective Jon Snow threatening Gendry over Arya with Sansa nodding fervently in agreement” via @fandomqueenishere
(also tagging @obsessivereaderandwriter because you asked) 

“You kidnapped Arya’s boyfriend?” Sansa screeches down the line, forcing Jon to hold the phone at arm’s length until he’s sure her voice has lowered a few more decibels. “… the stupidest thing you have ever done! And that includes punching Joffrey in my ‘honour’!”

His lips twitch. He’s suddenly very glad Sansa can’t see him right now, but she’d be hard-pressed to find him feeling guilty over it. Simply put, punching Joffrey Baratheon is easily one of the best things Jon’s ever done and that includes becoming a fireman. The man’s a prick that screwed Sansa over. He’s just lucky Jon got to him before Robb did – which is kind of why he’s in this predicament, to begin with.

“I didn’t do anything,” Jon reassures her futilely. “Robb invited him out and force fed him whiskey. If I didn’t intervene, your brother was going to end up killing him.”

Sansa makes a noncommittal noise in the back of her throat. He can practically see his girlfriend rolling her eyes in disdain and frustration right now. “Uhuh, so why is Gendry locked in our basement?”

“He’s not locked in so much as the lock broke and now he’s stuck,” Jon tells her, but he doubts the clarification is going to put her at ease.

“Right… God, Jon, this is my day off. I really don’t want to be dealing with this right now.” And the defeated sigh he hears from her makes him ache with guilt because he knows better than anyone how exhausted she is after every shift. Her days off are sacred and Jon usually does everything in his power to make them relaxing for her. But this is really not his fault.

“I’m sorry, Sans,” Jon says emphatically. “You know I wouldn’t –”

“Yeah, I know,” Sansa cuts him off. “I’ll be home in ten minutes. Please try not to kill him in the meantime.”


Twenty-five minutes later, Jon is leaning against the door leading to the basement with a cup of tea in one hand. Sansa has her head resting on his shoulder an identical mug in hers. It’s pathetically cute how domestic they’ve become since moving in together three months ago, but he’ll take pathetic if it means waking up to her every morning.

“We’re sorry, Gendry. The lock guy is coming over to fix it soon but since it’s a weekend, it might take awhile,” Sansa calls out.

“It’s okay,” comes the muffled voice. It’s deep and soft, kind of like the man himself – all hard lines and bulky frame but a gentle calmness about him that makes Jon wonder if this really is the man for Arya. He expected someone louder – someone more adventurous and spontaneous like her.

“I don’t mind waiting.”

“While you’re here,” Jon begins because he loves Arya like a sister and he’s always been a little stupid when it comes to her. She’s definitely the toughest woman he knows but that doesn’t mean he’d ever stop trying to protect her. “What are your intentions with Arya?”

Jon!” Sansa slaps his shoulder.

“What?” He gives her a look before angling his face towards the door. “Look, Gendry, you seem like a nice guy. It’s nothing against you but when Arya likes someone, she puts her everything into it and I don’t want you to… If this isn’t serious for you, if this is just some fling then I suggest you break it off now.”

Despite Sansa’s initial protest, Jon finds her nodding along with him all the same. She shrugs when he gives her a questioning look, only pressing her lips gently to his cheek and wiping at the spot with the pad of her thumb.

For a second, Jon almost forgets that Gendry is here. Sansa has always had that effect on him. One look, one kiss, one seemingly innocent touch on the shoulder can render him completely senseless – or rather, his senses are so overwhelmed with Sansa, it’s nearly impossible for him to focus on anything else.

“I… I love her.”

Jon’s eyes flicker back to the door and then to Sansa, and again for good measure. It’s not what he expected at all, and by the dumbfounded expression on Sansa’s face, it’s not what she expected either.

“Okay then,” Jon calls back. “Good. But break her heart and we’ll –”

“No offense, Jon, but I’m more terrified of what Arya will do to me if I break her heart than you or Robb.”

Sansa’s bright, surprised laugh rings in the air. She shakes her head. “At least we know Arya found someone who understands her.”

“Yeah,” Jon chuckles back. He leans forward to press a lingering kiss to her lips. “And if she has a tenth of what we have then I’m not worried.”

“I love you too, you big idiot.”

It takes another half hour before the locksmith arrives to spring Gendry loose from his basement prison. The man immediately barges past them, a sheepish smile on his face, as he races towards the bathroom.

And by the time the door is completely fixed, Arya’s already over, yelling at Jon and making promises to kill Robb, all the while Gendry looks on with fond amusement, a hand to her back in a placating manner.

Maybe he is good for her. Maybe Gendry can be the calm that Arya needs, the way that Sansa is his.

If so, they have his blessing.

Three magical words (Rami Malek x Reader)

Request: Hi! I’m the person that asked if we can send requests in, and I was wondering if you could write a really fluffy imagine?? Idk just want some Rami fluff!! If you get around to this, thanks girl!! (Sorry for grammar mistakes! I hope you enjoy this! Feedbacks are appreciated!!!)

Word count: 1,147

It was a wonderful Saturday evening and I spent my time cuddling on the couch with my wonderful boyfriend Rami. We were covered with a large blanket and watched an old movie. Rami came back from Europe only a few hours ago and I noticed that he was exhausted and tired from all the work he had to do over there. I already asked him to go to bed but he declined.

“I want to be with you now.” He said before he gave me a kiss.

 I felt Rami’s warm hands stroking my hair gently. I pressed myself closer to his body and laid my hands on his chest. God, I missed him so much. The last week was so unbearably hard for me. Besides work I had to struggle with horrible heart ache because I missed my boyfriend so much. You can tell I was very attached to Rami. He was everything to me. Nothing could tear us apart.

“(Y/N)?” I heard him calling my name. I hummed as a respond. “Do you remember what kind of day is today?” I turned my head to him, so our eyes could make contact. A confused expression was on my face. What kind of day was it supposed to be? His birthday was far away and I had no clue what he meant. So I shook my head. “Think, baby. What happened one year ago?” I really was clueless. What was he implying to?

“Our first time and our first ‘I love you’.” He whispered to me with a smile on his lips. My cheeks turned slightly red. “Remember now?” Oh, I did. How could I forget this?



“I really love you, (Y/N).”

My eyes went wide as these magical words escaped his lips. He finally said that he loved me! I couldn’t describe my feelings in that moment, it was something I longed to hear for a very long time. We were still breathing heavily from the passionate intercourse that we had a few minutes ago. It was my first time and Rami treated me like I was made of porcelain, he was gentle and careful, always asking me if I was okay. The moment I felt him filling me up was so magical and wonderful. I would keep this in my mind and in my heart for the rest of my life. But now that he had confessed his feeling towards me, telling me that he loved me, made it more special.

I still couldn’t get a word out of my mouth; I guess I was too shocked. Our eyes met and Rami looked very confused and insecure, almost like he was regretting what he had said to me. I wanted to tell him that I loved him, but my tongue was knotted.

“(Y/N)? Don’t you want to say something?” He asked quietly. His whole body was covered with sweat and god he looked so damn beautiful in his naked glory. How could a man like him love a woman like me?

“(Y/N)? Was it too much? Did I cross the line? I’m sorry if you’re not ready for this, I really thought-“

“Rami stop!” I interrupted his rambling. Thereupon, he stood up and collected his underwear and put them on. Meanwhile, I sat up and covered myself with the white silky blanket. ‘What the hell is happening?’ I thought.

“I’m very sorry, (Y/N).” Rami sighed and turned to me. “I really understand if you don’t feel this way. I just thought-“

“Rami!” I interrupted him again. “Please hear me out!” I gestured him to take a seat next to me. But before that, he gave me my night gown. “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable while we talk.” He said.

After wearing my night gown, we were sitting opposite each other and I took his hands in mine. Our eyes met into an intense glare and I started to pour my heart out to him.

“Rami… You didn’t ruin anything, so please calm down. I’m sorry the way I reacted. I know it was very inappropriate but I was too shocked. I mean, I just had my first time, which was mind blowing enough and then you confessing your love for me… I have so many feelings rushing through my body now. “  I smiled at him, squeezing his hands slightly. “But to go back to your confession, Rami, I feel the same way. I have since the moment we met.”

His expression turned to a very surprised one. “Are you telling the truth?”

I laughed at his statement and gave him a slight slap on his arm. “Of course, I’m telling the truth, you silly man.”

Suddenly, I felt myself being pushed back and before I could even realize what was going on, I felt his sweet and soft lips capturing mine into a gentle kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed his body closer to me. I could feel his heartbeat against my chest and I loved it.

“Tell me, please tell me…” He murmured against my lips.

“I love you…” I confessed. “I love you Rami Said Malek.” And earned a lot of more kisses on my lips.

A huge smile appeared on my face as I remembered the event from one year ago which was also definitely the best day of my life. Never have I thought he would grow strong feelings for me. I honestly thought our relationship just based on attraction or flirtation, but Rami proved me wrong. When he took my virginity in the most beautiful way, I realized that he deeply cared for me. Our relation meant more to him than I ever thought.

Rami grinned from ear to ear and gave kiss on my forehead. Then, he turned us around so I lied beneath him. “Oh, I know that from somewhere.” I laughed, referring to how he pushed me back last year.

He buried his face in the crook of my neck and his breath caused goose bumps on my skin. My hands went up to his hair and tugged at his tiny curls. I could feel his body relaxing. “Rami, I know you’re tired. Let me take you to bed.”

“No.” I heard him whisper. “I’m fine here.”

“Are you sure?” He nodded his head for a response.

Tell me, please tell me…” He quoted his statement from one year ago. I rolled my eyes at him with a gentle laugh. Rami slowly drifted to a peaceful sleep and a smile was plastered on his lips as I fulfill his wish.

I love you… I love you Rami Said Malek.”

I’ll Wait For You (A/F)

This wasn’t requested but I’m going through my first break up in almost 5 years so please bare with me and all my angst 

Genre; Angst/ Fluff

Length; 1,000+ words

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

As you tearily stared down at the three dots he last sent, you sighed then looked out of the large window in your living room. 
You watched with tears running down your cheeks as rain drops scatters the glass- the lightning that fiercely illuminated the cloudy night sky calmed your aching heart. A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you couldn’t help but think about how cliche it all was- another breakup on a dark, rainy night.. 

Just another cliche.

You sat there repeatedly telling yourself that this was all for the best- that he’d find someone better than you; someone prettier, kinder, smarter.. and it’d all be okay in the end. Though truthfully, you only told yourself these things to keep yourself from crying, you knew how much it must’ve hurt him, and for fuck sake this was your first breakup in god knows how long- you felt as if you had just stabbed yourself in the chest; but you still were trying your absolute hardest not to have a total breakdown. 
Just as a few tears broke free, sliding down your cheeks- continuous heavy knocks rang through your apartment. “Coming!” You called out, softly sniffling as you made your way to the front door. 

“Yes?” You asked softly, wiping away the tears that remained as you slowly opened it. Tears automatically seemed to form in the corners of your eyes again as your they rested on him. 

“Y/n..” Jungkook heaved, bending forward slightly as he attempted to steady his breathing. “Pl-” 

Before he could even finish his airy plea, you quickly ushered him inside. He was soaking wet and breathing so heavily it seemed as if he had just ran the whole way here. 
There was no way he would have, at least that’s what you thought- the dorm was almost two miles away, plus the rain was so heavy, but you still couldn’t help but to ask.

“Jungkook..” You softly uttered as you pulled off his jacket. “Did you run all the way here?” 

Nodding, he stood straight- moving his drenched hair out of his face. “I just needed to see you and no one would bring me because of the rain..” 

“Aish.. Jung-” You replied shaking your head, sighing in disbelief as he cut you off. 

“I needed to see you, y/n..” He said softly, blinking quickly as if he were fighting back tears. 
As he spoke, you walked back into your living room and he of course closely followed. 

“This is best for both of us..” You sighed, keeping your back towards him then swallowing hard as it became harder and harder to contain your emotions. “You- You’ll find someone better-”
Before you finished your sentence, he quickly spun you around; holding you in place as he stared down at you. 

“Y/n.. stop..” He practically begged, tears slowly streamed down his flushed cheeks. “Can’t you understand that you’re all I want.. Don’t you love me anymore?” His heart breaking question automatically caused the tears you were so desperately trying to hold back to break free. 

You stood there sobbing as he slowly pulled you into his strong arms- you didn’t even care that he was still drenched, it just felt so good to be held by the man you loved again. 
“I love you so much.” You stuttered out, tears falling uncontrollably as he ran his fingertip up and down your back, “I just don’t feel like I’m good enough. I don’t feel like you’re happy with me anymore..” 

“Don’t even say that..” He replied, sniffling as he kissed the top of your head as he calmly shushed you. “You make me the happiest- you’re my sunshine, y/n. On my bad days- or when its gloomy and rainy out, you’re my little ray of sunshine.. Please don’t leave me..” 

You couldn’t help but to continue to break down; how could he continue to be so sweet and loving towards you when you did what you did. “..I don’t- I don’t deserve you, Jungkook..” You sniffled as you practically clawed into his chest. 

Bringing one of his hands to your face, he softly caressed your tear stained cheek. He had never this kind of intense, pure love for anyone- his heart ached at the thought of losing the girl who helped his feel it for the first time. “Please..” He begged once more.. 

“But..” You replied sniffling as you began attempting you to calm yourself, “I don’t know what to do.. You’re here begging for me to stay, but when we talk all we do is argue, or it’s nothing but one worded responses.” You began as you pulled away from his comforting embrace, wiping your eyes. “ How could I not question your happiness if you just seem so uninterested or annoyed by me?” 

Jungkook ran his fingers through his hair once more as he deeply sighed, stepping closer to you. “Y/n, babe..” He said softly, tugging at your heart strings once more. “I’m never annoyed by you, nor am I uninterested.. You’re my first serious girlfriend- the first girl that ever made me believe in love. I’m so in love with you, but it’s so difficult for me to express it because I want to do so much for you but my mind never knows where to begin..” 

His heartfelt words soothed your aching chest, sniffling you peered up at him with puffy eyes as you sat yourself down on the couch. “Jungkook..” You practically whispered as you glanced down at your hands; fiddling with your fingers. 
Suddenly the sound of the loud, roaring thunder shook the apartments; startling you. Jungkook immediately rushed beside you, protectively wrapping his arms around you while sweetly humming. 

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine..” He began singing, pulling you onto his lap as he gently rocked you back and forth. 
Being with him- like this again, brought back the same butterflies you felt during the beginning of your relationship. 
You suddenly remembered how he found out you were terrified of thunder- he sang to you, just like this then drew the two of you a warm bubble bath. A smile painted across your face as you felt the ache in your heart slowly fade as you listened to him sing. 

God were you in love with him…

“I love you..” You softly whispered to him, burying your face into his chest as he drew little x’’s and o’s all over your back and side. “I love you so much, Jungkook..” 

He leaned his head on yours and just continued to gently rock you. His chestnut eyes were full of tears as he tried his hardest to be strong, “If you really want us to take a break, I’ll accept your decision and I promise I’ll wait for you, for as long as it takes…” He said softly, eyeing you up and down as if this might be the last time he’d ever get to see you again, “But- Will you please give me another chance y/n?”

Who do I choose?

Summary: Your Paul’s imprint but your also Emmett’s mate ( Rosalie does not exist in this story, nor does Paul’s imprint in the movie! )

Characters: Paul Lahote, Emmett Cullen, and you of course!

    Ever sense you moved to Forks with your sister Bella things have been getting weird. It started off when you went to Billy’s with your father Charlie. Jacob had some friends over, you remember meeting Quil, Embry, Seth, and Jared. But there was this other guy, his name was Paul. When you locked eyes with him it was like everything stopped. For a minute, just a minute it was only you two in the room. You had to shake your head just to get the thoughts of him out of your head. Everyone in the room was looking at you with a shocked face.

Ever sense then you’ve felt a pull towards him. Like he needed to be there at all times. 

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Hello! How are you? I love your imagines, it's romantic and fun!! If you take request, i was wondering if you could do one where Gaston and the reader have already a relationship but something or someone has break it and then they find each other like 3 years later and they fall in love again? (I don't know if this is clear haha?) thanks thanks😁😘💕

i’m lovely thank you nonny !! and, absolutely !!! i hope you like it !! im sorry i’m not good with the passage of time and this isn’t hwat i’d originally imagined but im always a slut for “fuck i never got the chance to tell them i loved them now theyre gone” scenarios ~🕷️💋

“Do you have to go?”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll write to you every day.”

“It’ll take months to get here.”

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Another Ride On The Ferris Wheel

Oliver stepped out onto the balcony feeling a need to detach from the festivities going on in the loft. He took a swallow from the twenty-year old Red Label scotch John had given him for his birthday tonight. The smoothness of the booze brought him a little comfort and it went down mellow, giving Oliver a small core of heat in his stomach.

He looked out over Star City and he had a sudden memory of another birthday. He was eight and his parents gave him a party, a lavish extravaganza that only a privileged boy with billionaire parents could give. Tommy and Laurel and Sara were there. Oliver’s father had rented a Ferris wheel and set it up in the backyard of the Queen Mansion. Oliver really didn’t know most of the invited guests—children of his father’s associates and business partners running around like excited strangers. It was adolescent chaos and Oliver remembered being overwhelmed by it all.

In contrast to the party Felicity had thrown for him tonight, that long ago day in his backyard was an event. But the image of that Ferris wheel kept turning in his mind. A melancholy nostalgia filled him as he remembered the brief kiss on the cheek Laurel had given him at the top of the wheel. It was awkward and not really welcome, but Oliver allowed it because he was sixty feet up in the air and had nowhere to go to avoid it.

He took another swallow of scotch and felt sadness creep into his heart. His parents, Tommy and Laurel were dead now. If those losses had happened to the eight-year old Oliver, it would have given him a completely different life. That kind of grief at such a young age would have molded his personality and damaged his soul. His innocence was still intact back then and his life had been storied and filled with dreams come true. He grew up with that mindset. He grew into his arrogant playboy persona, a person that could have anything he wanted with earning it. That included basic people skills like caring and giving and loving. It was as flamboyant as that Ferris (or Ollie) wheel.

Until he climbed aboard the Gambit.

Oliver turned toward the Star City Marina, just a couple miles away. That is where his true life started. There wasn’t enough scotch in the world to wash away the memories that filled his mind and spirit whenever he thought of that life and what it turned him into.

Oliver took another shot of scotch and thought about the innocence of Ferris wheels.


Back inside the loft, the party was a temporary haven of friends, music, liquor and much needed relief from everything that has transpired over the past few weeks.

Felicity wanted the party to be a surprise for Oliver, but she decided against stealth. Not only did Oliver have an adherent ability to sniff out the unexpected, but she also felt that he already had had enough surprises recently. Their entrapment in and beneath the Bunker a couple weeks ago, and everything her and Oliver went through, was still racing in her heart. It wasn’t something either of them saw coming. Just before the EMP explosion, they were still locked in their stalemate of mistrust and anger. When Helix shut her out, telling her that it was Oliver and his team who were the real threat, Felicity felt a sense of loss. It just added more fuel to the fire burning inside her. She and Oliver began a confrontation that could have spiraled out of control, perhaps enough to keep the distance between them and the door closed for a long time. When the blast went off and crippled her again, Felicity was at first scared then apprehensive over the fact that both of them would be alone, not only in the powerless darkness of the Bunker, but also entangled in the uncertainty of resolving their need to come together and face their personal demons.

Felicity stood by the fireplace watching Oliver out on the balcony. The overwhelming fear she had in the Bunker that he might die still brought her chills. In these last two weeks, she replayed over and over in her mind Oliver’s confession to her.  Felicity had never seen him so open and vulnerable as he was down there in the dark. She might go as far to say that it was the closest she ever felt to him. When he told her what Chase did to him, what Chase made him believe—Felicity wanted to crawl inside him and take the darkness away. She wanted to battle the monster. She wanted to live with it and make it her own. But all she could do was lay there against him and wait for him to die. His belief that he enjoyed killing and that everything he created was a lie cut deep into Felicity and made her want to fight and be strong for both of them. It that is carrying his burden and hers, so be it. The methane gas that saturated the air around them suddenly didn’t seem as threatening as the poison pouring out of Oliver’s soul. She had felt a need to rise up and break through the walls of their prison.

Felicity watched Oliver on the balcony and she needed to go out there and tell him he was making a difference, that he was a hero and that it wasn’t a lie. Not any of it. She needed to tell him out loud that she loved him.



Oliver turned around and Felicity was there. Her voice was like silk reaching out to him on the warm evening air.

“Hey,” he greeted her.

“Are you okay?” she asked him?

“Yeah. I just needed some air.” Oliver smiled at her. “Thank you for this tonight, Felicity.”

She smiled back. “You don’t have to thank me, Oliver. It’s your birthday hon…uh, Oliver. I thought I should give you some enjoyment.”

Oliver could only smile.

“Oh, that sounded kind of suggestive, didn’t it?” Felicity felt a babble coming on.

“Felicity,” Oliver responded. “You have given me enjoyment, and not just because of this party.”

An awkward silence fell between them. But Felicity knew it wasn’t because of his implied feelings for her. After what they shared together in the Bunker, she didn’t feel so apart from him as she has in the past year. Felicity felt she could approach him; felt she might maybe even understood him better. Just dive right in, Felicity told herself.

“Oliver…do you remember that night in the Bunker last year? I told you I wasn’t ready yet to have our talk.”

Oliver nodded. “Of course I remember. I told you I wasn’t going anywhere.”

“Right. It was shortly after that when I met Billy. That night…when we made love…Oliver, it felt so natural. It always feels natural when I’m with you. I mean, not the sex…just being with you.”


“Oliver, I didn’t feel that with Billy. I cared about him, sure. He was a good man like you said. But it didn’t feel natural…”

“Why are you telling me this now” Oliver asked her?

“Because I want to be honest with you.”

“Felicity, you’ve always been honest with me. Well, maybe not about Helix, not at first. I understand that what you had with Billy…”

“Oliver, I didn’t.”


Felicity shook her head. “I didn’t have anything with Billy. Not like what we had. You asked me, right here on this balcony, it if was real. Do you remember?”

Oliver only nodded, not wanting to interrupt her.

“I told you I didn’t know. But Oliver, I did know.” A tear slowly rolled down her face. “Oliver, that night…that night on the balcony, I wanted to have our talk. But then you said you were totally fine with me being with Billy and I lost my nerve.”

“Felicity, it was another lie.”

“It was…Oliver…”

“I was hurt,” he told her. “And maybe even jealous. And I…when you said you weren’t keeping the door open…”

Felicity went to Oliver and put her arms around him. It wasn’t a romantic gesture, it was a comfort move. “Oliver, so much has changed since then, not just because you killed…I mean…Chase…”

“Felicity, please don’t have to do this.”

“No Oliver, I want…need you to know how much I was aching for you, even though I was with Billy…oh god, is that morbid?”

Oliver didn’t know how to respond.

Felicity let go of him and stepped back. She wanted to look in his eyes.

Oliver swallowed the remaining scotch in his glass and set it on the balcony railing. More silence came between them. Then Oliver completely changed directions. “Felicity, do you like Ferris wheels?”

She looked at him. “What?”

“Ferris wheels. I was thinking about my 8th birthday earlier. My father put one in our backyard at the Mansion. He did this for me, to make sure I had fun on my special day.”

“Oliver…what are you talking about?”

“Felicity, you’re like that Ferris wheel. Ever since I met you, you’ve made my life fun. You’ve put me above everything, up high where I can see things more clearly. You give my life excitement.”


“I was thinking after we defeat Chase, and we will, maybe you would take a ride with me on a Ferris wheel.”

Felicity lowered her head to hide her tears. “Oliver…yes, I will take that ride with you.”

He let a big smile light up his face. “Great, and maybe I’ll bribe the operator to stop us at the top so I can kiss you.”

“Oliver, you don’t have to wait. You can kiss me now.”

Oliver moved forward then stopped himself. “No, I’ll wait. Even if years go by, it will be worth it.”

“Oliver…happy birthday. And I love you.”

“And that is the best gift I will ever receive,” he told her.

@hope-for-olicity @louiseblue1 @tdgal1 @it-was-a-red-heeler @memcjo @dmichellewrites @almondblossomme

5/5/17 recs

1. Twin Lilies by Saiyan_Lion   |   Rated T, 11k (WIP)

Summary: Ever wonder what price someone is willing to pay for a second chance at life? For Agape and Eros, a notorious mercenary team, they are willing to pay high for that chance.

If only a certain silver-haired agent from Russia would get off their tail.

  • Comment: A fic off to a good beginning, the relationship between Yuuri and Yurio is a strong point. The dynamic between Yuuri and Victor is amusing, and I’m quite curious to learn more about their backstories and how this fic continues to play out.

2. I Want It All by venoms   |   Rated T, 5k (WIP)

Summary: When Katsuki Yuuri misses the podium by half a point and finds himself in fourth place during the 2015 Grand Prix Final, he is ready to give up, but Yakov Feltsman sees something in him and offers to coach him the following season in Russia alongside his idol, Viktor Nikiforov and Yuri Plisetsky, whose next season is his senior debut.

  • Comment: A “vicchan lives” fic with only the first chapter out, but off to a good start. I look forward to how it continues — the writing is really interesting at times (a visual pun at one point, which brought me amusement) and all in all a fic to watch, I think.

3. That April (you were knowable) by llythl    |    Rated T, 10k (WIP)

Summary: “He said there were dead bodies buried beneath the tree,” Victor explains, eyes wide.

Yuuri remembers his sister telling him in passing that Victor could not be more typical as a tourist - possessing a charming naivete that was really only charming when it was not doing any harm.

Hasetsu shenanigans: Set just after Victor and Yuri (Plisetsky) arrive in Hasetsu. On Yuuri learning - and re-learning.

  • Comment: A touching fic, sort of in-between episodes fic based off of official art. The author captures a tentative feeling of the early stages of Yuuri and Victor’s relationship in Hasetsu, like a fragile thing you can cup in your hands. I don’t know how to describe it precisely, but this fic captures that early phase of a relationship so well. Intensely recommend. 

4. Wishin’ and Hopin’ by darlingholocene   |   Rated T, 7k (WIP)

Summary: “I know as well as you do that you’re a big romantic at heart, or you wouldn’t be the most requested wedding planner in New York City. Maybe it’s time you give the City a chance”.

Or, the one where Victor organizes weddings for a living but has never been in love, Katsuki Yuuri is a very stressed best man of honor, Chris wants Victor to pull a Jennifer Lopez and Yurio would very much like to be excluded from this narrative.

  • Comment: YES. Yuuri is fumbling and hilarious, and Victor’s office is full of concerned employees that love him enough to jokingly mock him in an office group chat. The dynamic amusing so far, and Victor’s character makes me ache, a little. I hope to see him growing happier soon. (Also god bless Mila and Chris)

5. the basics of flight by seunggilonice, tremelo (glissendo)    |  Rated T, 8k (WIP)

Summary: The story of a boy with wings and a boy without.

"Aren’t you mad at me? I kind of lost you all your friends,” Seunggil says. It’s like a dam broke on his emotions. His words are angry. Frustrated.

The puzzle pieces click into place. “No. Those guys were being assholes; someone had to shut them up,” Phichit says. “You don’t owe me anything, you know?”

Seunggil exhales. “You’re not wingless. You wouldn’t know anything about owing.”

Phichit searches for a good answer to that, his wings blue and bright and accusing on his back, cutting off any decent argument. “Can I at least eat lunch with you tomorrow?”

Seunggil sends him a pained glance. “You want to eat lunch with me?”

“It’s a good bathroom.”

Seunggil looks like he’s wondering after Phichit’s sanity. “Yeah. Why not.”

  • Comment: I’m starting to associate glissendo with really well-written Seung-gil POV. The setting has my attention, and the relationship that’s developed between Phichit and Seung-gil and Guang-Hong and Leo makes me very happy. I hope things go well, and I early await future developments. The worldbuilding is really well-done, too, and I’m invested in the mechanics of this world. The plot definitely has my attention too!
Don’t want You to Hate Me

Hi guys! I’m finally back from my holidays. This is the first request that I finished from my list. It has been sent to me way too long ago. I apologize it took so long. 

Plot: When Y/N awakes in a hospital, she has no idea what could have possibly happened to her and that Harry thinks telling her would make her hate him, doesn’t exactly help either. 

Warnings: I have no idea about medicine so I hope the few medicine things I mentioned aren’t too wrong. 
Also: Smut ahead. Not much, but still. 

Gif isn’t mine sadly.

Having Harry’s lips on mine for the first time, felt as if I had been under water all my life and finally learned how to breath. The hold his hands had taken on my hips was tight, but not too much and made me feel safe and secure, as if he’d rather die than not keeping me close to his body. I welcomed the pressure of his weight on top of me and almost whined when his chest pressed against mine. If it were anyone other than him, I’m sure I would have felt embarrassed. But it was Harry, the beautiful, handsome guy I’d given my heart to long ago, and I couldn’t imagine anything better than giving him my body, too.
His tongue felt good when it slipped into my mouth and the gasp falling from my mouth was quickly shushed when he groaned and deepened the messy kiss, leaving my mind in a dizzy state. My own hands were wound into his hair and clasping the back of his neck, wanting to keep him close and needing to hold something when I felt his fingers pull down the sipper of my jeans after undoing the button. Soon he’d pull off my jeans, soon he’d be touching me with only my panties on. He’d taken off my shirt what felt like a long time ago. I couldn’t remember him touching me without feeling the warm pressure of his hands against my naked skin. His fingers sprawled out over my ribcage to hold me still. It felt right. Like his hands were meant to squeeze and stroke me like that.
I whined when I felt his arousal against my thigh, a rush of both, excitement as well as fear flooding through me. My nails scratched the back of his head and Harry moaned and kissed me even deeper, the pressure of his mouth somehow comforting and instantly capable of slowing my hastily beating heart.
Harry’s lips moved from my lips and to my neck, a heavy groan followed my quiet profanities tumbling from his mouth at the friction of his crotch against mine. His eyes squeezed shut in pleasure and I longed to hear him groan again. The knowledge that I made him feel good was almost as pleasing to me as the fingers he used to rub my most sensitive area, trying to satisfy the needy feeling he’d caused in my lower stomach. I whimpered and turned my head in search for his lips, momentarily getting completely lost in the feelings rushing through my body. Harry hummed against my lips and the noise distracted me from him pulling off the last piece of clothing both of us were wearing. I was brought back to the reality of the moment when I felt his naked body pressing against mine again, gently forcing me to open my legs a little further, allowing him to nestle between them.

Once he was settled and had his naked body pressed against mine, his eyes found mine again. A smile pulled at his lips and I couldn’t help but smile, too.
The man hovering above me was the most precious person, someone I held so dearly in my heart.

“Harry,” I whispered, somehow unable to say anything else.

My hand touched his cheek and Harry leaned his head into my palm, kissing the skin softly. This gesture almost felt more intimate than the fact that we were naked together.

I wanted to tell him how in love with him I was. Wanted him to know how incredibly happy this moment made me, but I couldn’t find the courage. And when he moved forward and connected both of our bodies together, I was too busy holding onto him and allowing the pleasure he gave me to consume my mind, as that I could have found any words to proclaim my adoration for him.


My eyelids felt heavy as they weighed down on my cheeks and I had to try twice until I managed to expose my orbs to a bright white light and an equally white ceiling. It almost felt blinding and a small whimper left my lips as a heavy ache throbbed through my head, hurting so badly it made me sick instantly. A breath escaped me with a hitch and fright cursed through me like a lightning as I next tried and failed to move my legs. Not even my toes obeyed the command to move and so I lay helplessly on a mattress that I was certain wasn’t mine, incapable of comprehending what it was that had happened to me. The pain in my head increased but my heart hammered in relief when I managed to tilt my head to the side, finally able to observe my surroundings. My body was sprawled out on a pale blue bed and a frown took over my forehead when my eyes fell onto the tubes stuck into the veins of my arm, allowing a turbid looking liquid into my blood.

What on earth was going on?

My lips opened and I let out a small cry, the loud beeping noise miming my heartbeat feeding into the awful pain my head was consumed by.
I jerked in fear when a warmth attached to my hand and I let out a high pitched yelp, but calmed quickly when a familiar pair of piercing green orbs came into view.

Harry’s pale pink lips moved but I couldn’t hear his voice and his frightened looking eyes widened at my horrified expression. The hand he’d used to touch my fingers moved up and I relaxed slightly when he moved to cradle my face with both of his palms. Harry leaned in closer to me and though I still couldn’t move, the warmth of his breath on my face always eased my nerves.

“Ha-” I tired, my voice dry and hardly a whisper, “Harry.”

My heart broke. His eyes were blurry with tears and his bottom lip looked bitten and split. His thumbs drew small circles onto my cheekbones, still looking at me with an utterly defeated expression. His face was flushed and his eyelids double their size, indicating he had cried.

“Oh, Sweetheart,” Harry sighed.

His fingers touched my skin with such care and delicacy, I wondered if he feared I’d break apart otherwise. His eyes were filled with sadness and all I wanted to do was reach out for him and hold onto him, making the pain torturing him go away.

I tried to speak, but Harry quickly shook his head and shushed me gently.

“No, no, baby,” he cooed and brushed some loose strands from my forehead, “You needn’t say anything, okay? Here.”

Harry swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple moving visibly as he let go of my face with one hand and reached over to somewhere beside my head. A glass came into view and he carefully placed a straw to my lips, encouraging me to drink. I hummed in relief as the cold liquid ran down my throat and Harry kept observing me close.

“Are you in pain?” Harry asked quietly.

I wanted to lie so badly, scared his face would fall completely if I told him how much my head ached and how my stomach started to feel like there was a hot iron stabbing me from within.

“You are,” Harry whispered, his hands stroking my skin still, before taking the now empty glass from me. “Oh baby, I’m so sorry.”

“Harry,” I whispered, “where am I?”

He looked surprised by my question for a moment. A frown decorated his forehead and he swallowed visibly. Oh god. What had happened to me? Was I supposed to remember what had gone wrong?

“You’re in the hospital, darling,” Harry answered quietly, slowly crouching down so he could come closer to my face, one of his hands traveling down to hold onto my fingers, the other still touched to my cheek, “You had a car accident when you were driving home from my place. Do you remember staying at mine?”

“Only us cooking dinner,” I replied, the fade memory of us standing at his stove whilst cooking together replaying in my head, “Everything after is a blur.”

His expression turned and my fingers clenched weakly under his hand, trying to somehow comfort him as tears spilled onto his cheeks.

“Don’t cry.”

“M'sorry,” he apologized quickly, “don’t want to upset you. S'just…”

Harry shook his head and suddenly looked away.

“It’s just what?” I asked.

He didn’t answer first, looking at the wall as if deep in thought. I somehow got the feeling that Harry was keeping something from me and I didn’t like it at all.

“This is my fault,” Harry confessed quietly, his lip quivering, “if you’d remember what happened, then you wouldn’t want me with you.”

Wouldn’t want him here? My Harry?

“Don’t be stilly,” I croaked and closed my eyes momentarily at the shot of pain when I forced my hand up and to his cheek in a comforting gesture. “You’re my best friend. Wouldn’t want anyone else here with me other than you. It’s always you,” I added the last part with a whisper, almost hoping he wouldn’t hear the confession.

Harry shook his head rapidly, but stopped when he almost disconnected my palm from his cheek and instead leaned into my touch gently.

“You don’t know what happened. If you did, then-” he stopped himself and got to his feet, coming to a looming stand over me. “I should call a nurse. Let her make sure you’re okay.”


I straddled us both with how loud and frantic my voice sounded, making him stop in his tracks. I reached out for him.

“Don’t leave, H. Not when I-”

“I’ll be back in a minute, love,” Harry promised, coming back closer to me so he could squeeze my hand, “Just have to make sure you are being taken care of, yeah?”

He waited patiently for my nod and only left after I moved my head courtly. Then he walked out of the room, leaving the door open behind him.
I hummed and tried to move my head some more, wanting to see the room I was in. True to his word, Harry didn’t let me wait for long and soon rushed back to my side in a moment, a nurse following suit. His hand grasped my fingers, knowing that I wasn’t too relaxed when it came to doctor things.

“Hello, Ms. Y/L/N,” the nurse greeted me, a smile on her lovely face, “My name is Sarah. Mr. Styles told me you are feeling in pain, is that still correct?”

I nodded.

“Okay then,” she smiled, “Let’s give you some more pain killers, darling.”

She moved out of my view and I only heard some clicking noises. Harry moved a little closer and I scooted to the edge of my bed so he could sit down. He watched me intensely and his smile grew when I sighed, the pain slowly numbing.

“Thank you,” I breathed and managed to smile a little.

Sarah came back into view, a clipboard in her hands.  "Your results are good. Mr. Styles has mentioned you unaware of how you got here?“

I nodded slightly, only looking up at her for a shot moment before focusing back on Harry’s familiar fingers. Noticing my gaze, he squeezed my hand gently, letting me know he was here. My heart squeezed and warmth settled into my stomach, leaving me in a tingly state.
Though Harry and I were always touchy with each other, we didn’t usually have skin contact whenever we were near each other, only sometimes reached out to wrap an arm around the other or open both arms for a hug. We’d plant kisses on each others cheek whenever one of us entered or left a room, unlike we did with any other member of our friendship group. But it didn’t mean much, not to him at least. Somehow today however seemed to be different, as if he was as needy for me as I was for him, even if I knew he couldn’t possibly be. I loved Harry far more than he knew and though I’d forced myself to accept that all I could ask of him was friendship, the soft love evident in his eyes messed with my head. The delicate touches, the lips that continued to meet my palm when he leaned down to kiss it gently. Even my toes felt warm. I knew I wasn’t supposed to let it go to my mind too much, but considering the situation I was in, I found it hard to deny the hope that maybe he’d love me too.

"I can’t remember,” I began, swallowing hard, “The last thing I know is that I was cooking dinner at his house.”

I nodded towards Harry.

“We were having dinner together before she drove home and it happened,” Harry elaborated.  

“Oh so the last thing you remember hasn’t happened long ago then,” Sarah spoke, “That’s good.”

“It is?” I asked.

“It’s normal for someone who’s been in a coma for two days to feel a little dizzy and to struggle remembering everything. And the fact that you seem to only have forgotten a few hours is a good sign. I am sure the memories will come back soon. You’ll see.”

“Why can’t I move my legs?” I asked, “You said I was in a car accident! I’m not pa-” I stopped and tears shot to my eyes.

“You’re not paralyzed,” Harry quickly spoke, soothing me by squeezing my hand so tightly it was almost too tight.

“You broke your left leg and three ribs,” Sarah explained gently, “And you are bruised rather heavily. We have given you painkillers and having been out for two days must have caused your muscles to have become a little slow. You’ll be able to move soon again, I am certain of it.”

I sighed and let my head fall back into my pillows. Relief pulled me in and suddenly I was very tired.

“I will leave you two to it then. I don’t think it’s necessary for your doctor to come by immediately, but I will inform him that you are awake.”

Sarah awaited my nod, then she walked out of the room. Harry watched me as I scooted over more, and frowned when I nodded to the room I’d created on the mattress.

“What?” he looked confused.

“Lay down,” I demanded, “You look so tired.”

He quickly shook his head. Harry’s hand still held my hand and I wrapped my fingers around it so I could gently pull.

“Don’t want to hurt you further,” he whispered.

I rolled my eyes. “Stop being so bloody careful with me. I’m not going to break apart.”

Though he didn’t look like he found it a good idea, Harry moved to crawl into the bed beside me, kicking off his shoes. I sighed at how familiar this felt, as Harry and I always enjoyed cuddling up to each other.

I knew it didn’t mean the same to him. Knew that Harry loved me, but never in the same way that I loved him. But I let myself pretend that he did, just because I was in too much pain to scold myself for it.

My breath hitched when Harry’s face nestled against the skin of my neck, his head tucked into the space between my shoulder and my arm, wanting to be as closely cuddled to me as he dared. His own arms didn’t hold me to him very tightly, only when I brought my hand down to hold onto and squeeze his wrist did he dare to pull me to him a little.

“Did I drink?” I hummed against the skin of his forehead.

“No,” he replied, his voice low, “the accident wasn’t your fault.”

“Then what was it that happened?” I questioned, my head clearer and free to overthink why exactly I had ended up here.

Harry always had that effect on me. Whenever he was near, I could breath and think much better than any other time. I shifted when he didn’t answer and looked at him.

His face was still turned into my skin, but his lips pressed against my collarbones and though I could see his profile. Something in his expression confused me and just didn’t sit with me right. His brows were knotted and his teeth bit at his lip. He seemed deep in thought and his prior words came back to my mind.

“Why wouldn’t I want you with me?” I whispered, “If I knew what had happened. Why would I be resenting you, Harry?”

I groaned and Harry quickly apologized when he moved, accidentally shifting his weigh onto a particular bruise on my arm. Once successful he raised so he could lean over me and my heart skipped when he leaned in to kiss my cheek.

“Don’t want you to hate me,” Harry whispered. “Need you.”

“I’m here,” I replied, lifting my arm so I could touch his cheek softly, “Nothing you could tell me would make me hate you.”

Harry shook his head. “S'not true. But you have the right to know and so I’m telling you. You are in this bed because you were fleeing from me.”

And as he began telling me what had happened, everything came back to me and I remembered.

…. flashback to morning before accident….

When I woke up in Harry’s bed, I was alone. My limps ached heavenly and a smile had sneaked onto my face before I even opened my eyes. The tingling his touch had left on my skin was still felt and my heart squeezed so tightly in happiness it almost hurt.
We’d slept together. This simple fact kept playing and replaying in my head, leaving me a giggly mess. I’d slept with Harry. My Harry. My best friend as well as the guy I’d been hopelessly in love with for longer than I cared to admit. We’d been connected and as close to each other as it was humanly possibly, not only physically but emotionally, too. His kisses had been so soft and full of longing. The passion between us was so raw and open I found it hard to believe we hadn’t felt it before. How silly we’d been to never explore what was so clearly between us.

We… fit. Like Cinderella’s shoe fit her foot, even when the thought of H being a foot or a shoe made me giggle into the pillow.

My limps ached when I forced myself into a sitting position and I blushed when I could still tell where his lips had been, not only because of the many many love bits he’d left on my skin, but by the heat I was feeling there. Wherever he’d kissed, it felt like I was tingling. My ears still rang with the sound of his grunts and the moans, his voice when he’d called my name when nearing and then coming down from his high.

But now he was nowhere to be seen, and as that sunk in, I began to worry. Slowly I swung my legs over the edge of his kingsize bed and I came to a wobbly stand, my legs needing a moment to stop from feeling as if they were made out of jelly. A dull ache throbbed between my legs and I whimpered when making a step, but it was a welcome pain. It made it all more real.
My bare feet carried me to his dresser where I quickly pulled out a shirt and a pair of his shorts, dressing myself as quickly as I could, already itching to see him.

What did this mean for us? What would we become now?

I didn’t hear Harry when I stepped into the deserted hallway. Oh god what if he didn’t care for it? What if this had only been a night of sex and nothing more? No way. There was no way denying the emotion in his kisses when he’d cared for my flushed skin after we’d cuddled down into his sheets, exhausted from all the pleasure we’d given each other. A simple night of sex also didn’t entail the many whispered promises and sweet words we’d exchanged. This had to mean something.
Though the worry grew in my belly, I forced myself to continue to look for him and willed my brain not to jump to the worst possible possibility. He wouldn’t have run out on me. Firstly, I was his best friend and secondly, well, this was his house. And of course because he wouldn’t do that to me, not Harry. He was the kindest person in the world, only another reason as to why I’d fallen for him in the first place.

Relief flooded through me when I heard the faint noise of his voice, coming from his home office located far down the hall. I stepped closer to the door and carefully leaned closer to the wood, not exactly to spy on him but because I longed to hear his voice. Sleeping with him may have actually made me more obsessed with him than I’d already been anyway.

“No, that’s not what I meant.”

He sounded tense, rough. Not at all as kind and sweet as he’d spoken to me last night. I assumed he was on the phone, since I heard no response to his words. Aware that Harry didn’t like it when I disturbed him during one of his business calls I moved to walk back into the hall.
Maybe a breakfast could cheer him up, I decided, and made my way into the kitchen, thinking that maybe a few good pancakes would lift his spirit again.

I was just about to flip my second pancake when I heard feet padding into the kitchen, indicating his arrival. My stomach fluttered, but when I turned around to face him, my smile was quickly wiped from my face. Harry didn’t look at all the way I’d imagined he would.
There was no smile on his pretty lips, no warmth in his gorgeous eyes and he didn’t reach out to touch me or embrace me either. Admittedly, I hadn’t expected Harry to kiss me good morning or for him to proclaim his love to me, but his silence frightened me. He stood in his doorway and just… stared.

“Hey,” I whispered.


Harry’s face held close to no emotion and his entire posture was tense. All I could read in his expression was a question, one that I’d hoped he wouldn’t ask me when I woke up.

What are you still doing here?

I clenched my hands into fists by my sides as I looked at him, unsure how I should deal with the situation. No one was as close and dear to me as Harry was, even more so after last night. We weren’t supposed to feel this awkward around each other. It scared me that I had no idea what it was that was going on in his head.

“I thought I could make us breakfast,” I weakly explained his unasked question.

His mouth opened slightly as if he was going to reply, but he chose to stay silent. I shifted, my body tingling with worry as the sickening feeling spread, nipping at my insides.

“Are you okay?” I finally forced myself to ask him.


“You don’t seem fine.”

I took a deep breath and stepped forward, shyly closing the distance between us. Harry didn’t relax when I placed my hand on his shoulder like he normally did. The shoulder I had bitten into when he’d taken me to the stars last night.

“Harry,” I whispered, “what’s the matter?”

“I think you should go.”

My breath hitched and my touch fell from his skin.
There was nothing in his eyes when my own met them, nothing but coldness.

“You what?”

Harry sighed and blinked rapidly before looking away. “I don’t think you should be here still, Y/N.”

“But-” I began, fighting the rising tears, “why?”

“Because,” Harry breathed and he shook his head in annoyance, getting straight to the point, “last night was a mistake.”

He might as well have slapped me. His words hit me so hard I gasped for air, my arms wrapped around my middle protectively and I shook my head. This couldn’t be his true feelings. He must have been playing some stupid game of his, trying to fool me into believing last night had been meaningless. He’d crack a smile any moment, laugh and then step forward to kiss my cheek. He would do that, right?

Only he didn’t. Instead, Harry came closer to me to pull the spatula from my hand and to crap my wrist, pulling me into the hallway and to his bedroom. I whined at his harsh hold, but he didn’t react.

“Get dressed,” he ordered harshly, pointing to the cloths I’d left on his floor. The ones he’d taken off of me so carefully yesterday, as if he’d been unwrapping a very delicate present.

“Harry!” I cried, tears spilling over and onto my cheeks at the raw harshness he was treating me with.

My exclaim didn’t affect him though, only made him leave the room and let me carry out the humiliating act of getting my cloths from the floor and slipping them on, by myself. With shaking legs I stumbled back into his living room, where I pulled on the shoes I’d discarded by his couch. All the while I was quietly sobbing, a trembling hand clutched over my lips as I shook.

How could he do this to me? The same man who’d made me feel invincible and like I’d been flying only hours ago, had me feel dirty, used and disgusted with myself.
I was still slightly sobbing when I reached his hallway, where I pulled on my coat.

“Where are my keys?” I asked in a hoarse whisper, facing Harry with evident shame in my eyes.

He stood near his stairs, watching me move with an iron stare. Instead of verbally answering me, he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out my car and house keys, before tossing them to me. The cold metal hit my fingers and I let out a slightly louder sob.
How could the man standing there be the same one I’d held in my arms? And above all, how could my best friend, because a best friend he was to me, treat me with such an utter cruelty?

I felt like he was throwing me away after I’d given him what he wanted. Was this all he’d been hunting for and now that he’d had me, he didn’t have to pretend to be my friend anymore?

I looked at him one last time, took in his soft curls and angel like face, but couldn’t bear the sight of him any longer after my eyes met his. Empty of love, they weren’t my Harry’s eyes.
He didn’t try to stop me when I pulled open the door and neither did he follow when I stepped into the cold London air and in front of his house.

Later on he’d wish he would have though, wish he’d somehow kept me from driving away.

Harry let me leave his home, crying and heartbroken, unable to make any sense of what had just happened.
It didn’t take more than ten minutes and not more than a few streets away from his home. My vision was too blurry, so much so I failed to see the car rushing towards me and I couldn’t react in time. Before I knew it, the pain in my heart was replaced by the consuming pain of burning and my ears rang with the sound of my bones breaking.

….Present Time….

“How could you!”

My fists connected with his chest weakly as a sob fell from my lips. I shook my head in denial, not wanting to believe that the man I loved with all of my heart, my only comfort in the heartbreaking situation I was in, had been so cruel with me. The tears had long began streaming down my cheeks and I didn’t even feel embarrassed. All I was consumed by and pulled under was shame. Such a breath taking and painful shame I couldn’t help shaking and trembling. Harry was crying himself, his head nestled into my neck, holding onto me with care not to hurt me, but still tight enough for me to be incapable of shaking him off. His wet tears dropped onto my skin and his hair tickled against my jaw when he surprised me by cuddling even closer to me, his face now completely buried into my neck.

“Forgive me,” he sobbed, “I regret it all with all of my might, Y/N. You’re-”

“No, stop it,” I cried and tried to push against him once more.


With shaking arms I gasped as pain shot through me, not due to the multiple injuries, but because of the intense heartbreak I was experiencing.

“Don’t hate me,” Harry begged into my skin, “I swear I’ll lose my mind.”

“Would be only fair!” I exclaimed, shaking my head in anger, “You have made me lose mine!”

“I know,” Harry whispered, “I know I did. But let me explain, please.”

He slowly moved and I breathed heavily when he scooted away from me and raised into a sitting position. He cleared his throat before swinging his legs over the edge of my bed and coming to a stand. His red and slightly swollen eyes met mine and I could feel my heart sink even lower. Even though I was supposed to resent him right now, all my insides screamed for was to help him. He looked so hurt and lost, I couldn’t stand it.

“You made me feel so used,” I whispered in a cry, “So disgusting.”

“I know,” Harry sighed and shook his head, more tears dropping onto his flushed cheeks, “I’m an idiot.”

“What the hell happened?” I asked, “You were so different the night we- before you became an asshole you were so kind and then suddenly you…”

“I know,” he repeated, his hands reaching forward as if he wanted to hold me somehow, but he changed his mind and let both arms drop to his sides.

“I received a call that morning,” Harry muttered, his gaze set on his feet.

“A call?”

He nodded. “From Joe.”

Joe was a mutual friend of ours, one who was actually dating a member of my closest girl friends group. Her name was Carly, and I’d known her from even before Harry and I had met.

“What does that have to do with anything?” I asked in a raspy voice.

Harry took a deep breath before sitting down on the room I’d made him on my bed. He still didn’t dare reach out for me, aware that I hadn’t quite decided yet whether or not I wanted him near me.

“I told him that you were in my bed, you know, ‘cause I was really happy 'bout that.”

“I find that hard to believe,” I mumbled.

Harry continued, “He told me 'bout how Carly and you mentioned me when you were at their place. How you thought I was… attractive.”

My heartbeat increased. “And?”

“Told me 'bout how Carly then told you that Mary fancied me as well.”

His eyes sparkled and any other time he would have made a joke about how he was too handsome for the world and that he easily made any girl swoon, but this time he didn’t comment it any further.

“I still don’t understand what you are getting at. What out of all of this gave you the right to treat me like I was some dirt on your shoe?”

“Nothing!” Harry quickly said, “But it’ll give you an explanation as to what went on in my head. He told me how he overheard Carly telling you to better step up before Mary landed me. That you should just fuck me already, if only to prove to Mary that you could have me if you’d want.”

“Those were Carly’s words!” I cried out, “Not mine!”

“Still,” Harry whispered, “I know it’s not your fault, but all I could think when Joe told me that was how you had probably only jumped into bed with me because you wanted to prove a point. Bear in mind that I was still very surprised you’d slept with me.”

“You think I’m someone who sleeps with a person just to make sure a third person knows that I could have him? What is wrong with you?”

“A lot,” Harry answered and his hands brushed away the remaining wetness on his cheeks, “know that.”

“You thought I would sleep with you to prove a point to Mary? Didn’t you feel how much I fucking loved you?”

He flinched at my words, but I couldn’t find any embarrassment in me. So what if he knew I loved him. We were lost anyway.

“That night was everything I ever wanted. You are all I ever wanted and when I woke up, I don’t think I ever felt happier. Until you ruined it all because of some stupid suggestion Carly made weeks ago!”

I pressed my hand over my mouth and tried to calm my breathing, my eyes squeezed shut.

“I am in this bed, with a broken leg and three broken ribs, because you thought I would sleep with you to claim you as mine before Mary could. You thought I had so little respect for either of us, for you, that I would only sleep with you to win a… game? A competition? Harry, how fucking stupid can you be?”

“Please, Y/N,” Harry begged, “Forgive me. I’m so sorry, baby. I don’t know what I was thinking. I thought we loved each other that night and when Joe said those things I just… I don’t know. Felt like you were the one using me.”

“I did love you that night,” I admitted, looking into his eyes, “loved you then and so many days long before that. How could you not see that? How couldn’t you feel that?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know.”

I swallowed hard. Truth was, my heart felt broken. I couldn’t get the look on his face out of my head, the one when he’d kicked me out of his home. And never would I find his behavior that morning alright but… his words somehow made sense. I could understand where he was coming from.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know you are,” I whispered.

Harry nodded, staying silent for a moment before a whisper so quiet I almost missed it, left his lips. “Do you hate me?”

My face cracked and I was shaking my head before my brain caught up with it. I reached out my arms for him and this time he didn’t hesitate to crawl into my bed, cuddling himself so close to me for a moment it felt difficult to breath. His nose rested against my jaw and his sobs were felt against my neck. I shushed him quietly and embraced him as tightly as I could, my heart slowly coming back into one piece.

“I could never hate you, Harry,” I promised truthfully, “Not ever.”

“M'so sorry, Y/N.”

“I know,” I whispered, “and you do have some making up to do. Kicking Joe’s ass would be at the top of that list, but I could never not want you around anymore, H. You’re my best friend.”

“You’re my favorite person,” Harry promised in a low mumble.

“You’re mine, too.”

“I’m sorry for being an idiot. For ruining that wonderful night we had.”

Harry’s arms gently settled around my waist, his hands resting under my shirt and against my skin.

“It’ll be okay.”

“Let me make it up to you, okay?” Harry asked quietly, “For the horrible accident I have caused you to be in and for screwing up what could have been us getting together the way we are supposed to.”

“It’s not exactly your fault that I got into an accident,” I soothed him, drawing small circles onto his forehead.

“It is,” he argued and I couldn’t find it in me to fight him on that topic. It would have to wait until another time.

“You think we’re supposed to be together?” I asked him timidly.

The confession was unexpected and had my tummy flutter. He squeezed me to him gently and his warm pressed to my neck in a kiss.

“'Course I do. We fit, don’t we? Like we’re supposed to be a couple.”

“I think so, too,” I whispered, “especially since the sex was pretty mind-blowing.”

I smiled when I felt Harry’s chuckle against my skin and was relieved that we had somehow found to each other again. I couldn’t stand crying or having him cry, I prefered having him giggling and smiling in my arms.

“Don’t think I ever came so hard,” he whispered hotly against my ear and I shivered, “'Same goes for you, doesn’t it?”

He awaited my small nod, and once he received the tiny affirmation he bit my neck.

“In that case I know exactly how m'gonna make up for the stupid mistakes I made.”

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anonymous asked:

Helloo! May I have a scenario where Tsukishima is telling his s/o who is a third year to stop coming to see him during class breaks because she gets too much attention and it makes him jealous if that makes sense? I love your blog btw!!!!

It’s been a while since I’ve written Tsukishima (so I hope I got it right), but it was still a lot of fun. Always fun to write the sass-queen. :D Enjoy!

“But Kei,” her gentle voice so firm that it surprises him a little, “how else am I going to get your lunches to you?”

“You don’t have to,” Tsukishima protests rather feebly, “you’re not my mother, you don’t have to keep on making those for me every day.”

“But you like them, don’t you?”

She looks so incredibly earnest as she asks that Tsukishima, ice-prince extravaganza, has to do a double take and reconsider his reply. The rotten truth is, he does like them. They’re the best thing he’s ever tasted, and he’s a firm advocate for her pursuing a culinary career after high school. His mom wasn’t particularly happy to hear that her cooking had been put in second place, but there’s never saying no to her son for her.

Very much like his situation right now, interestingly. His girlfriend always had a tough streak that props her core up no matter how soft and kind she’s to everyone (to his chagrin). Many a time has Tsukishima been told that he doesn’t deserve her, she’s just too nice for an asshole like him, and he rather has to agree.


“Oh,” he fumbles, ‘cus shit, he doesn’t want to stop eating her lunches but- “it’s just- is there another way?”

“Are you asking me to set up a smuggling ring just to send you your lunches without me showing up at your classroom?”

“Could you?”

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Sick of Losing Soulmates

Fandom: TWD

Pairing:  Negan x Reader

Warnings: Angst, cursing- lots of it, mentions of cheating

Word Count:1296

“Oh my god! Are you fucking serious right now!?” You yelled at the man in front of you. He stood, hands on his hips as you crossed your arms.

“What the hell are you talking about!?” Negan yelled back. He had come back to your shared room later than anticipated. Normally, it wouldn’t be a big deal, but he had teeth marks and a hint of lipstick on his earlobe.

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SEDUCTIVE | Vampire! Au | Jungkook X Reader | SMUT | 8

Smut and angst ahead, sorry for any mistakes, and thanks for reading!

Originally posted by rapmonsexpensivegirl

Looking at your reflection in the mirror, it was impossible to not smile. You had to admit, you looked good.
Your hair cascaded down your shoulders, and you hadn’t even bothered to style it. Your makeup was kept to a minimum - mascara, eyeliner and a pop of red lipstick. You had donned a form-fitting scarlet dress, which you had paired with a black belt and heels. Your makeup was kept to a minimum - mascara, eyeliner and a pop of red lipstick. Plain, calculated and classy, just how you liked it.
Once you had arrived home, you had hopped in the shower and rid yourself of the torn garments. Then, you had eaten a slice of toast before proceeding to sleep for a good few hours: it wasn’t as if you hadn’t earned it.
You grabbed your purse, and checked the time on your phone: 8:29. Pulling on your black coat, 8:30 hit. And immediately, the doorbell of your apartment chimed, and you held back a smile.
God, that man was punctual.
Swinging open the door of your apartment, you were met with Jungkook. You were not easily impressed, but you had to admit, he looked pretty damn good. Great, actually. Not that you would ever tell him that.
He hadn’t told you were he was taking you, but you had guessed it was to be somewhere formal, and judging by Jungkook’s attire your assumption had been correct. He was wearing an impeccably tailored black suit, white shirt and a black bowtie.
Jungkook eyes moved up and down your body, and they held a dark hunger that both terrified and thrilled you at the same time. He bit his lip and he smirked, before offering his arm to you.
With a coy smile, you looped your arm through his, and he lead you to the elevator. As the doors of the elevator closed, Jungkook leaned down in your ear and whispered, ‘Have I ever told you that you look amazing in red?’
Casting your eyes away from him and desperately trying not to blush, you replied, 'I can’t say you have.’
'Well I am now.’
Something told you this was going to be a long night.
The car journey on the way to the restaurant was relatively short, but it felt like an eternity. It was if the air between you and Jungkook held an electric charge.
Eventually you arrived at the restaurant, 'Le Ciel Écarlate.’ Jungkook’s arm wrapped around your waist as you entered, and the two of you were directed to your table.
The restaurant’s décor was beautiful plush black carpets, ornately decorated tables and candlelit red leather booths. Jungkook and you were lead to a booth in the back of the restaurant, where Taehyung was already sat.
He, too, looked smart - he had donned a grey suit with a silver tie, which contrasted with his platinum blonde hair in the dim candlelight.
You entered the booth first, and then Jungkook. The two of you sat across from Taehyung.
'You look beautiful tonight, (Y/N),’ Taehyung smiled, his rectangular grin gracing his face. 'And you, Jungkook,’ he chuckled, 'wish you looked as good as me,’ Taehyung stated, making you laugh.
'Yah!’ Jungkook exclaimed, annoyed. 'Stop making me look bad in front of my date!’
Now it was your turn to be annoyed. You slapped his arm playfully, 'Who said I was your date, huh?’
Both Taehyung and Jungkook snorted with laughter at your frustrated expression. You crossed your arms over and scowled, which only made them laugh harder. Against your wishes, you too ended up laughing.
The waiter took your orders of drinks - three glasses of red wine - before leaving. 'Vampires drink?’ you questioned quizzically.
'We don’t have to, but we can,’ Jungkook explained.
'But we can’t get drunk,’ Taehyung added. 'God, I miss getting drunk.’
The three of you laughed again, and then the waiter returned with your drinks. You took a sip of your wine, before the mood seemed to become sombre. Your good spirits could not put off what had to be established.
'Let’s get down to business,’ you began, and Jungkook snorted.
'What?’ you asked, a pout settling on your face.
'You make it sound like one of my business meetings,’ he explained, and Taehyung also held back a snort of laughter.
'Shut up,’ you told Jungkook, but the corners of your lips pulled upwards, and his eyes danced with amusement.
'Let’s keep this simple,’ you started. 'What are the benefits of Jungkook and I being separated?’ you questioned.
'It reduces the chances of you dying,’ Taehyung explained, 'but it does not reduce the risk of you turning into one of us, nor does it increase the chances of you neither dying or turning.’
This puzzled you. 'Then why did Jimin make such a big deal out of it, then?’
Taehyung took a sip of his wine and looked at Jungkook. 'I wouldn’t know.’
You turn to Jungkook, but he just shrugs nonchalantly. Part of you feels something is off, but you leave it. No point inducing anymore conflict.
'So there’s no definite way to avoid this - at the end of the next thirty, no, twenty nine days?’ you asked.
Jungkook shook his head, and his eyes were apologetic as your turned to him. 'I’m afraid not.’
You took a swig of wine, and nodded your head. 'What happens if Jimin finds out Jungkook is with me again?’ you asked.
Jungkook answered this time. 'He’ll be furious, and he’ll just send somebody else to separate us. But the worst effects will be for Taehyung.’
'In our clan,’ Jungkook said, 'to disobey Jimin is to ask for trouble. He has power than you would expect, and on top of that he has an awful temper, and things would most certainly end badly.’
You looked at Taehyung, whose face had paled drastically. 'You can just not tell him though, right?’ you enquired.
Taehyung shook his head gravely. 'Jimin has eyes everywhere. It wouldn’t be that easy.’
Pondering this for a moment, you nodded your head. 'Well, I’ll just have to be extra careful.’
'I’ll cover for you, naturally,’ Taehyung told you. 'Jimin wants me to report back to him every evening while you sleep. I doubt he’ll want to see you.’
'And if we get caught,’ you said, 'I’ll take the blame.’
'No,’ Jungkook growled. 'You don’t know what Jimin is like. I’ll take it. He’s not going to get near you.’
You shook your head. 'We’ll just confront that if it comes to it,’ you said, knowing very well that if it were to come to that, you would take the fall, whether Jungkook liked it or not.
Taking another glug of wine to clear your mind, Jungkook turns to you. 'With that sorted, what are you going to do for the next twenty nine days?’
'Since I may die, I’m going to live my life. And since I may become 'bonded to you’ or whatever Jimin said, you’re going to be by my side,’ you told Jungkook.
Relief flooded across Jungkook’s painfully handsome features, and his whole form relaxed. 'Like you could keep away from me,’ he chuckled.
'How cocky can you get?’ you yelled with a grin.
Taking a sip of his wine, Jungkook smiled down at you fondly.
'You love me.’
As time passed by, you loosened up more and more - perhaps it was the comfortable discourse the three of you shared, perhaps it was the wine. Nevertheless, you felt happy.
And not just happy. You were sat close to Jungkook in the booth, and every time his body shook with laughter, his thighs brushed yours. Being so close to him, memories of what the two of you had been doing before Jimin had interrupted you flooded your mind. Heat rushed to your core, and you pressed your thighs together.
The three of you continued to talk, and the sky outside darkened. Unfortunately for you, your mind decided to go down a sinful route. But it wasn’t entirely your fault - you hadn’t asked to have an excellent view of Jungkook’s muscular thighs from your seat.
Time continued to fly by, and the pressure between your thighs became tighter and tighter, as you became desperate for contact with the man beside you.
You were almost beginning to contemplate making a move on Jungkook beneath the table when his hand began to slowly caress your thigh. His fingertips traced lines from your knee to thigh to hip, and then back down again.
He was driving you crazy.
Taehyung coughed and announced he was going to the bathroom, and Jungkook nodded. The second he was out of sight, Jungkook pinned you against the back of the booth, and he licked his lips as he leaned closed to you.
'You know why Taehyung went to the bathroom, huh?’ he questioned, his face dangerously close to yours.
You shook your head.
'He can smell how turned on you are, and it’s turning him on,’ Jungkook whispered, before sucking gently on your collarbone. You bit your lip and tipped your head back as his fingers danced up and down your inner thigh, teasing you.
'He can smell just how much you ache for me,’ Jungkook murmured against your skin.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. His lips enveloped yours, painfully slow but deliciously soft. God, you wanted to die, you felt so good. He was barely even touching you, but you felt amazing.
And then he was pulling away from you, sitting upright. Taehyung returned. But Jungkook’s hand did not leave your thigh.
Jungkook gave a fake sigh, and shook his head affectionately. 'I think (Y/N)’s drunk too much, Tae.’
You began to protest, but Jungkook squeezed your thigh. Hard.
Miraculously you held back a yelp of pain as Jungkook continued talking to Taehyung. He gently caressed your thigh, apologising, but you could see the small smirk on his face. He was enjoying seeing you squirm.
'I think I’m going to have to take (Y/N) home now,’ Jungkook said, looking apologetic for having to leave Taehyung.
That sneaky bastard.
Taehyung clearly caught on, because he nodded hurriedly, and cast his eyes away. 'O-of course,’ he stuttered.
With that, Jungkook grabbed your wrist and dragged you from the booth.
As you left, Taehyung called, 'Sober up soon, (Y/N)!’
Jungkook chuckled darkly and nipped your earlobe with his teeth. 'Oh, I’ll have you sobered up in no time at all, baby.’
You decided you were correct.
This was indeed going to be a long night.

Ehlana x Shingen (slbp fic) NUISANCE

(In which Ehlana is being a trifle bitchy and Shingen is being his shameless sweet self.)

It was a bother. A nuisance. An absolute annoyance. I rant in my head. My back ached with the additional weight. I was perpetually sick. The morning sickness had not abated with the end of the first trimester. I had used all the old wives remedies . Saizo had brought me medicine from Iga. A fat wad of good it did for me. I was cranky, gassy , annoyed……and now THIS??? THIS? unbelievable. He had the audacity to laugh at me, at my concerns, my pain, AND HE HAD THE AUDACITY TO LAUGH AT ME!!! I fumed and fretted.
I replayed the previous hour in my mind. I was frowning and holding my back.“ What is it love?”.“ Nothing much, I am tired, hungry, gassey ,my clothes don’t fit , I am fat my back hurts and now my breasts ache all the time, they have increased in size too”. “ Here let me check”. He offers off handedly “ Oh,ok…” I aquiscence absent mindedly . “What? no…get away from me”. I pushed away his advancing hands.“ What I was being helpful”. He pretended to be hurt and pouted a bit.“ No you were not. I know you, you pervy filthy man”. “Hey if it hurts so much I can massage them for you”. He asks hopefully. “Shingen I am not getting breast massages from you”. “You seemed awfully happy with getting massages from me two nights ago. If I recall correctly…. .” He seems to enjoy expanding on this topic.I hastily stop him. “You shameless man”. “Better than a coward and a liar. Comes the fiery retort.” I don’t deny my instinct and I don’t lie about my feelings". I swat his arm just as heatedly. “ We all know about your instincts Shingen the whole castle does probably the whole of Yoshiwara does”. That was below the belt but i felt like being bitchy.“Hey now not since you, ok”. “I know I know. I am sorry. I am just cranky”. “Come here”. He enfolds me in a warm embrace. I sigh and lay my head next to his strongly beating heart. “You know I could leave more marks on you now blooming red cherry blossom petals against the creamy expanse of your skin”. “Are you seducing me with poetry”. “Is it working”.“ No”. “No?” “ Shingen.” He laughed. “There is more of you to love now ."I push him away turn sharply on my heal and leave. "The offer of the massage still stands”. His laughter follows me as I seek refuge in the still room.

I had a gift for healing it seems . I had been learning the use of herbs and medicines. The still room was where I kept the tools of my craft. I busy myself with working on Shingens’ medicines when I feel a shadow darken the sliding paper door. Without turning around I know who it is. “What do you want Haru? Free massages ?” No reply comes. I turned around and look at him questioningly. “Does it really bother you so much. Being pregnant and the normal changes it will cause?” His voice is thoughtful, pensive with a hint of sadness. “No!!! Oh god no!! Not at all. I am just having a bad day. And it hurts”. “Its ok. I will massage. Your back”. He hastily adds.“ I turn my back to him again .” He takes it as a silent invitation and comes inside. His strong hands start rubbing soothing circles down my aching muscles. “Oh god that feels so good” I closed my eyes and moaned. “I would prefer you saying that again under different circumstances” comes the off handed remark edged with a hint of laughter. I should be used to this by now. His playful shameless teasing. Why was it annoying me today? I loved him for it and normally I enjoyed giving him as good as I got. I still and am about to straighten when he increases the pressure of his hands and forced me to relax. I relent and let it slide. Silently I bless him for putting up with my crankiness in such a good humoured way. “I don’t know what fascination men have with breasts. They are just fat filled appendages that bounce and make milk. They are like a freaking dairy farm. Oh god now i feel like a cow”.“ Cows are sexy. Particularly this one. My private dairy farm”. “Shingen,shut up. Seriously shut up”. I am about to remove his hands that had crept up my breasts and were slowly kneading them gently. “Actually don’t . This feels good ”. “I told you. Lets try a new position. Face me.” He leans down and whispers huskily in my ear “ They look damn good bouncing too”.I know where this is going but right now u really don’t care!! @bloody-geisha when i said fic coming it was this. Lol. @jemchew @small-and-nerdy @frywen-babbles @suzunesays @minminami


pairing: lin x reader

warnings: toxic relationships at the start. some cursing. mostly fluff.

summary: the three times saying ‘i love you’ was a mistake. the one time it wasn’t.

words: 1028.

notes: alright so ?? this is the first time i’ve written something xreader !! and the first time im posting my writing on tumblr !! i dont know if its good so i’d really appreciate some feedback<3 (also english isnt my first language so feel free to correct me if i made some mistakes!!)

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