guess someone had a great time

A Softer Love
  • “There are two types of love. True love, and the love we actually get.”
  • “I would love you more if you were someone who could love me.”
  • “Our love was doomed, a burning building, a broken neck. But nothing since you and me even feels like love.”
  • “I want everyone to love me and I’m pretty sure the trick is to just be myself, but with money.”
  • “I can only infer that love exists from its effects on others.”
  • “I will always love you, or anyway I will always have loved you now.”
  • “You are the love of my life so far.”
  • “Will you still love me when I am a spooky ghost?”
  • “I’m in love with the you I wish you were. I only stay with you because you look like him.”
  • “Sometimes even love isn’t enough. So what chance do WE have?”
  • “I wish being in love was enough. I wish it counted for anything at all.”
  • “I hate it when you leave but I love to look at your butt while you walk away.”
  • “Yeah, maybe we all die alone. I masturbate alone, too. Sometimes.”
  • “Sometimes when two people love each other it’s really unfortunate.”
  • “I don’t believe each person has just one true love, but sometimes we don’t have enough time to find another.”
  • “If love lasted forever, we’d only ever get one.”
  • “Just once I’d like to fall in love with someone? who will ruin things before I do.”
  • “Ah, unrequited love. When your best isn’t enough.”
  • “I am terrified I will never find another love like ours.”
  • “I want to carve our initials in the bark of everyone who ever hurt you.”
  • “I love the way your face lights up when someone says, "It might be dangerous.”“
  • "All I ever wanted was love, until you loved me.”
  • “Our love is like an animatronic pigeon. No! It’s like a sex party on the moon! Also I am a bit drunk.”
  • “I want people to tell their children terrifying stories about the things we did for love.”
  • “When you get that look, nobody is safe. It’s why I first fell in love with you.”
  • “You are a good person and I love you. This just isn’t the life I hoped I’d have.”
  • “Marriage isn’t just between a man and a woman, it’s between any two people who love each other and want to ruin their lives.”
  • “Our love is a forest fire and we are the little things that live in the trees.”
  • “Sometimes I think you might fall in love with someone else and all my problems will be solved.”
  • “I keep all my old love letters, but to be honest I just skim them for the dirty bits.”
  • “It would be easier to deal with falling out of love if it hadn’t somehow made the sex exciting again.”
  • “Unrequited love is a waste of time. Just walk it off. There. I said it.”
  • “If our love lasts forever it’s gonna get real awkward when one of us dies.”
  • “There are just two things that make life worth living. The people you love, and sweet pranks.”
  • “I love those quiet moments in the dark where you can stop pretending.”
  • “I don’t know what the fuck true love even is but I do want to hang out with you for basically the rest of my life.”
  • “I said I’d love you forever, and really meant it at the time. I guess that’s my problem. A failure of imagination.”
  • “I know I can’t make you love me. But I wish I could make you shut up about not loving me.”
  • “Our love is a meteor impact, a super volcano erupting. We won’t survive but we won’t die bored.”
  • “At first I was angry you had fallen in love with someone else, but you seem so happy now I didn’t even know you were sad.”
  • “You don’t love me, but you used to. I wanted to say thank you for that.”
  • “You and I will never be a great love story. That’s ok! Let’s see what kind of story we’ll be.”
  • “When I picture you with your new lover I get angry, and then sad, then kind of horny.”
  • “I lost the woman I loved and now all I have are my father’s well-meaning words, "Maybe now you can meet a nice man.”“
  • "I have loved since you. But when the new paint gets scratched, there you are underneath.”
  • “She’s like an angel. My family loves her but I just don’t believe anymore." 
Promises (Smut)

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Request: Can you do a smut where Shawns on tour and him and his girlfriend traditionally have post-concert sex but she hasn’t been with him for the last few concerts so she surprises him after a concert and they have rough/passionate sex in the dressing room

Word count: 2,825

Promises (Smut) 

“Hey Geoff, it’s y/n” I said, after pressing on Geoff’s number on my phone.

“Hey, did you land already?”

“Yes, I’m on my way to the venue now, I’ll take a couple hours though”

“It’s fine, you’ll surprise Shawn after the concert” Geoff told me, which made me smile widely.

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Coping

Passing by his room was the worst. Keith would always here the sound of Lance’s feet stomping around in there from dancing or his angelic voice belting out a tune. He remembered his smell and the way Lance held him in that bed; the way his soft skin felt against Keith’s. Sometimes Keith stood in front of it and just stared; remembering all the times he spent in there. It was Keith’s fault Lance was gone. If he had been paying attention Lance wouldn’t have jumped in front of the bullet. Keith slowly walked past hunk cooking in the kitchen. He was always cooking now. Hunk cried a lot and always encouraged Keith to cry. Keith decided not to let Hunk know he was there. Walking past the lounge he saw Pidge on the computer. She started to get more isolated and occasionally you could see her staring blankly at the screen with tears streaming down her face; she never noticed them. Shiro spent most of the time comforting the team. He was often seen hugging Allura as she cried on his shoulder or talking things out with Coran. Coran spent most of his time building random items and repairing things on the ship that didn’t even need repairing. The whole team walked around Keith like they were stepping on eggshells; waiting for him to finally let it out. Keith was the only one who hadn’t done anything yet. He was in denial. “What do you mean? Lance is here, he just won’t come out.” The team would try to remind him that he wasn’t. They talked to him about what happened, but it did nothing. He trained more than usual and often was begged to sleep. The team decided to wait until he came to complete understanding. One day, Keith went into the room for the first time. Finally understanding that Lance was not coming back. Keith shifted through some drawing of himself. Lance loved drawing Keith. Whenever Lance got the chance he would draw Keith. Keith walked over to the bed and got under the cover, just lying there. Smelling the scent of Lance and imagining himself snuggling into Lance’s chest. Keith eventually couldn’t take it anymore and quickly walked out away from the room. Keith went straight to Shiro who was in the Lounge with the team. They all turned to face him and Keith letting out a chocked sob ran to Shiro who quickly got up and wrapped his arms over Keith’s shoulders guiding him the couch. The team had went to grab some items. Hunk went to the kitchen to make some earth tea that he has picked up at a shop and brought it to Keith, while Alurra and Coran wrapped some blankets around him. Shiro whispered reassuring words into Keith’s ears while he cried that Lance was gone. Pidge had finally come back holding her laptop and a peace of paper. “Lance left letters for us and gave them to me to protect incase he ever… you know. He made these a few days before he left saying he had ‘a feeling’ and I guess he was right,” Pidge whispered. Pidge had given Keith the letter while pulling up a recording left for him. Keith took his time and read through the letter carefully. “Keith, I had a sudden feeling. A feeling that I was going to die. So I wrote letters and last wills. Yours was the hardest to write considering I have so many feeling for you that is hard to put into words. I think you are extraordinary. I am so grateful to have you. I sometimes feel like I don’t deserve someone as great as you. You always played the rolls I needed. A shoulder to cry on or someone to make me laugh. I would cuddle into your shoulder when I need support. When I’m missing home I always counted on you to be there to hug me and whisper reassuring words into my ear. Eventually, you became my home. What I meant to say is that… I love you, Keith Kogane, I love you so much that it hurts. I hoped to have stayed with you much longer, but not every wish comes true. I wish for you not to mourn me for to long. You have a war to win. Maybe we will see in the after life!! That would be amazing. Goodbye my galaxy we will meet one day(hopefully not anytime soon). Love, Lance. Keith was bawling by the end of it. He missed him so damn much. Eventually Pidge showed him the audio recording of Lance singing “Unsteady” by X Ambassadors. It only made Keith cry harder causing Shiro to hug him tighter. Hunk had started crying somewhere in the middle of the song and Pidge had her lips in a tight line holding Keith’s hand for comfort. They stayed like that the whole night and Pidge gave Keith a recorder to play the song whenever he felt like it. Keith and into Lances room more often. Cuddling his Jacket and listening to the song. ONE YEAR LATER The team huddled around Keith crying. The wound from his stomach was heavily bleeding and Shiro was screaming for Keith to stay awake as they rushed to get out of the Galra base. Keith was dying, they already knew that. Keith saw a flash of blue. “Lance?“ @celestialqueenofdragons (thanks for the suggestion)

Disposable pt2

Idk I was just thinking about this last night and thought I might write another part? But I’ll warn you now, if you like sad endings, stop reading after part one. I’m terrible at angst because I’m a sucker for happy endings. (Also @ anon who originally requested part 1, I’m sorry that this is about to turn into something not at all like what you asked for, forgive me)

You can read part 1, 3, 4 

Yoongi x Reader

Fake relationship

Warnings: Harsh language, mild nsfw, alcohol usage.


Yoongi waited two weeks for you to call. And he was sure that you would, because you always did. This had been a relatively normal thing for you for over a year now. Everything would seem like it was fine until one day you said you couldn’t do this anymore, then you would effectively dump him (although in order to dump him you would have had to have been in a relationship in the first place), and then a few days later you would call him again.

It was just the way it was. 

There was something different about this time, however. He hadn’t wanted to admit it, or even think about it at the time, but there was something in your eyes that night. Yoongi recognized hopelessness when he saw it.

He rubbed his eyes, reminding himself that he didn’t care. So what if you never called him? It wasn’t like he couldn’t find someone else. Though, it could be hard to find someone who didn’t ask questions. That was something he liked about you, you never asked questions about his personal life. You weren’t interested in his money, or his status. At first, you wanted the same thing that he did– a way to forget who you were for a while. 

No more stress, no more phone calls from angry bosses, no more parents who wanted to know why you weren’t married yet. It worked so well because the two of you were each others escape. 

For a few months, both of you kept feelings out of it. You were fuck buddies, no big deal. But at some point, something had shifted. He could still remember the first time he noticed it, when he had almost made the mistake of asking you to stay. He nearly didn’t catch himself in time, choking on his words and backtracking so fast that you had actually asked him if he was okay. 

He glared at his phone, waiting for something that he knew wasn’t going to happen.

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Mommy Dearest//Theo Raeken

Characters: Theo Raeken, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Liam Dunbar, Lydia Martin, Reader.

*REQUESTED*

“I don’t care what you do with it just put it down!” You yelled at your friends, Scott and Stiles, who were currently tossing Liam’s phone back and forth.

“We’re just playing, Y/N. Come on.” Scott smiles.

Liam sat on the couch, pouting.

“I said now. You two are seventeen years old. Act like it.”

Stiles rolls his eyes and hands Liam his phone back. Liam snatches it out of his hand and puts it in his pocket.

You glance at Theo sitting in the corner who has a huge smirk plastered across his face.

“I don’t want to hear a word out of you.” You point at him.

He throws his hands up in defense, laughing. “Yes ma'am.”

You sigh as you sit down on the couch, “You’d think for a group of kids who save the world a lot, you’d be more mature.”

“We’re mature.” Scott defends.

You look at him out of the corner of your eye, “immature.”

“Whatever.” He shrugs.

“Who wants dinner?” You ask everyone raising a hand.

“Pizza or do you want me to cook?”

“Will you make that thing you made last week when we were here?” Stiles sits up.

“The chicken?”

He nods.

“Coming right up.” You get up and go to the kitchen, Theo hot on your heels.

“Where’d you learn how to do that?” Theo sits on the counter.

“Do what?” You start grabbing ingredients.

“The whole motherly thing.” He watches as you move around the kitchen.

“Oh..I didn’t learn it, it’s just kind of instinctive. I feel like I have to, I guess.”

“I think it’s cute…I actually think it’s pretty hot.”

“Wow.” You chuckle, “Deep-seated mommy issues?” You joke.

“Actually yes.” He laughs. “I don’t know, I just like seeing you protect and care.”

“I feel like I have to. Half the time I don’t even realize I’m yelling at someone until they call me mom.”

He laughs, “Hey.”

“Yeah?” You turn and looks at him as he hops off the counter.

He smiles, “You’re going to be a great mom.”

“Thanks.” You grin.

“You’ll be a milf, that’s for sure.”

“Of course you had to make this dirty.” You smack his arm. “Go in the other room.”

He smirks, “Your wish is my command.” He leaves, looking at you over his shoulder. “You look hot in those shorts, by the way.”

“I said go!” He laughs as he rounds the corner.

You finished dinner and called everyone into the dining room. You sat beside Theo who immediately laced his fingers with yours.

You smile and kiss his cheek.

“Babe.“ He looks over at you.

“What’s up?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” You grin at him.

“Gross.” Stiles groans.

“Shut up. I know what you and Lydia get up to.”

“How-”

“I’m a werewolf. I hear everything.”

Lydia and Stiles exchange a look and Theo shakes his head before kissing your nose.

After everyone had left Theo hung around with you. “Let’s go cuddle.” He wraps an arm around you.

“My mom’s home.” You look over at him and smile.

“We’ll keep the door open.” He raises an eyebrow.

“Fair enough. Beat you there.” You grin before running up to your room, Theo gets there a couple seconds after you, grabbing you and tossing you on the bed.

You squeal and giggle as he lies down beside you. “I love being with you.” He looks at you, smiling as he admires you.

“Yeah?” You smile as you prop up on your elbow.

“I’m going to marry you, I swear. When we get married we’ll have 200 kids.”

“Wow. 200? We better get started then.”

“I said when we get married. Don’t be so eager to have my babies.” Theo laughs and he pulls you close. “You’re my favorite.”

“Good thing you’re mine too.” You kiss him and he smiles.

hey, for every nb person who’s come out and had their gender mocked…. like…. guess what???

other people don’t get to invalidate your experiences bc they don’t understand them or are made uncomfortable by them!! I know it hurts every time someone roles their eyes at you or says your pronouns are made up but like….. they’re wrong. your gender exists. trust yourself and your experiences and don’t listen to those guys!!!

anyway I hope you all have a great day and don’t have to deal with any fuckos

#meetcute

OMGGGG I wrote something! Yay! This idea has been rolling around in my head for FOREVER, so I’m happy I finally had the time and skill to write it :-) Happy Friday and weekend to all of you, here is some Everlark fluff for your enjoyment! xoxo, CC

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“Excuse me, is someone sitting here?”

Katniss pulls the earbud out of her ear and looks at the seat across from her, then up at the man standing in the aisle. “Uh, I guess not…”

“Great, thanks,” he says with a smile. Katniss tries her best to ignore him as he maneuvers into the seat, and simply returns her gaze out the train window.

She really enjoys train rides. Ever since she was little, she always lov-

“What are you listening to?”

Katniss scowls and looks at the blond man, who is gesturing to her phone. She sighs as she pulls out the earbud once again to answer him. “It’s the new District 12 album.”

“Ah,” he mumbles. “I’m not really a fan.”

She purses her lips and grips the phone in her hand defensively. “Pity.”

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preference #1- how you met (marauders)

im actually kind of proud of this one :’)

James: The day you received your hogwarts letter was the day your life changed forever. You, being muggleborn, had never imagined yourself being a wizard. The only time you ever really heard of magic was when you read, which you did a lot. But now you were here, standing in front of the Hogwarts Express, nerves taking over you as your parents left after giving you a final goodbye. You climbed onto the train and tried to find an empty carriage and when you did you quickly put your luggage up, sat down with your book in your lap, and stared out the window until the train finally started moving out of the station. You were a little sad that you didn’t have friends or at least another person in the carriage that you could share the ride and experience with, but that feeling quickly dissolved when someone knocked on the carriage door. You turned your head quickly, startled by the sudden noise, to see a brunette boy, wearing glasses, returning your gaze. “Sorry to bother you, but do you mind if my friends and I sit in here? There weren’t any other carriages available.” You shook your head, grateful to at least have some company even if the four boys walking in might be noisy. You scooted over right against the window, and the brunette boy sat next to you, with his three friends across from the two of you. “I’m James, and this is Sirius, Remus, and Peter.” he said, gesturing to himself and the other three. “I’m (y/n), pleasure to meet you. Is this your first year as well?” They all nodded, muttering “yep”s and “mhm”s. “Would you like to hang out with us when we get there? You seem really pleasant to know.” said James, looking at you with a hopeful glint in his eyes. You smiled shyly, nodding your head. “I’d like that.”

Remus: You stood up from your seat in the Great Hall, grabbing your shoulder bag full of books and parchment for your homework. You left dinner early, knowing very well that it would take hours for you to finish the load of homework you were given. It was crazy the amount you and your classmates were given, considering it was only the second week of the school year. As you walked out, you could see many other students had the same idea as you, getting up and leaving to their common rooms or the library to do their homework so they could get some rest tonight. You walked to the library, luckily being one of the first people there and getting a seat, immediately taking out your parchment and getting to work. -4 hours later- Rubbing your eyes out of tiredness, you put your finished homework back into your bag after what felt like forever. It was almost 10 pm, which seemed late, but you knew you were lucky as there were still many students packed in the library not even close to finishing their work. You walked down the halls to your common room, your head and sight cloudy from being so exhausted. Your walk clearly showed that you probably fall asleep standing if you really wanted to, that or it looked like you were failing at a straight line test. You turned a corner as you yawned, shutting your eyes and enjoying your peaceful yawn, until it was sadly interrupted when your body crashed into a much larger and muscular one. Your bag fell on the ground, your parchment scattering everywhere, and you were about to join its place on the ground when suddenly two muscular arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you up onto your two feet. “Woah, woah, woah! I’m sorry, love, are you alright?” Your eyes darted up to meet two beautiful green ones, returning your gaze, and suddenly you felt wide awake. “Y-yes, thank you. I’m sorry, that was my fault. I’ve just come back from the library an-” “Don’t worry about it love, let me help you with those.” He interrupted as he bent down to help you pick up your parchment. You felt your face heat up at the nickname he has apparently given you. He handed you half of the papers and you put them all together and quickly stuffed them back into your bag. The two of you stood up and he quickly met your gaze again, smiling. “I’m Remus.” he said, stretching out his hand to you. You shook it, returning the smile and replying, “(Y/n). Pleasure to meet you.”

Sirius: You frantically ran down the halls toward the quidditch pitch, where the try-outs were being held. You were going to be late which made you feel like you had no chance and that all the practice and lessons you had taken over the summer had been for nothing. You had always been interested in quidditch, although you were never really good at it, so you told your parents about your interest and they signed you up for lessons so you could make the school team and see how it went. You’d have to admit, you weren’t half as bad by the end of the summer and you thought you had a pretty strong chance of making the school team, but hopefully those chances wouldn’t be ruined by your timing. Rushing into the girl’s locker room, you changed, and made it out to the pitch with 2 minutes left to spare. You spent those minutes stretching and warming up on your broom, flying laps around the pitch. You had noticed some people in the stands watching and tried not to let your nerves get the best of you, thinking you might mess up or something stupid. The house captain blew his whistle, and you all huddled up to listen to him. They basically told you how they were very happy with the outcome of people and assigned you all positions, before starting a practice match to see how you all could actually play. You tried your best, flying swiftly around the field and feeling confident in your abilities. You made several points, making the people in the stands clap for you each time, and by the end of the match you were almost certain you would make the team. Your guess was right, and your captain had called your name first on the list. You left the pitch with a bright smile, and heard someone call you from behind. “Hey, you! Wait up!” You turned around to see a boy around your age, handsome may I add, jogging towards you. He caught up to you and smiled, his eyes locked on yours. “You were really great out there, amazing really.” You smiled even bigger and stretched a hand towards him, “Thank you, it really means a lot. I’m (Y/n).” He shook your hand, “I’m Sirius, and may I say your eyes are absolutely stunning. I’d enjoy looking at them again, how about this weekend at Hogsmead?” You blushed, looking down. “I’d love that.” He smiled wide, satisfied with your answer. “See you this weekend, (Y/n).”

“You had a boy over?” (Grayson)

Requested by anonymous: “Can you do one where one of the twins comes into your room at night to cuddle with you and he almost gets caught bc ur parent comes to check on you. But it’s sweet and cuddly and cute?”

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I posted a poll on twitter to see who would be mlt get into this situation, and my followers chose Grayson. :)

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“Please come over? I don’t wanna spend the night by myself.” You said to Grayson over facetime. You had been begging him for the past hour to come over to see you and hangout for the night. Your parents were out at a benefit dinner and wouldn’t be back until late, and you saw the perfect opportunity for Grayson to come spend the night with you. Plus, a storm was supposed to be coming and you didn’t want to be home alone.

“I don’t know, babe. We almost got caught by your parents the last time I was over there.” He said.

“They won’t be back until one, maybe two, in the morning. You’ll be gone by then. I just wanna see you for a bit.” You said.

“You sure they’ll be gone that long?” He asked.

“Yes, I promise.” You said.

“You are absolutely, one hundred percent sure. I don’t want to get you in trouble. I don’t really want to get in trouble either.” He said.

“Grayson, yes, I am a million percent sure. We won’t get in trouble. Plus, you’ll beat the rain if you come now.” You said.

“Okay, fine. I’ll be over in like ten minutes.” He said.

“Yaaaaaaay, I’ll see you when you get here. I love you.” 

“Yeah, yeah. I love you too.” He said with a smile. You ended the facetime call and went to unlock the door. You text him and told him the door was open, grabbed some snacks from the kitchen and headed back up to your room. A little while later, you heard the front door open and Grayson appeared in your room.

“Hey.” You said as you reached out your arms and pulled him into a hug. He kissed you softly and laid his head on your chest as you played with his hair. You turned on one of the music channels on your tv and lied in bed, talking.

“Was there a reason you wanted me to come over?” He asked.

“Am I not allowed to want to see my boyfriend?” You asked.

“That’s not what I meant. Of course you’re allowed to want to see me. I wanted to see you too. I was just wondering.” He said.

“I just figured, since my parents weren’t gonna be home, it was a good opportunity for us to get some alone time.” You explained.

“I love alone time.” He said as he kissed you.

“Mmmm, so do I.” You said, kissing him again. Just then, it started to rain.

“Perfect cuddle weather.” Grayson laughed.

“Now, aren’t you glad you came over so you could have someone to cuddle with?” You asked.

“Yeah, I guess.” Grayson said as he kissed you. You ended up spending the night lying in bed, having great conversation, talking about anything and everything that came to mind. Grayson made himself comfortable in your bed, lying down and holding you in his arms, and before you knew it, you both had fallen asleep, listening to the sound of the rain.

You were woken up a few hours later by the light coming on in your room.

“(Y/N)? Who’s car is that in the driveway? We said no one was allowed over tonight.” Your mom said as she walked into your room.

“Oh shit, you’re home already.” You said as you jerked up.

“Watch your language. Now, who’s car is tha-, wait a minute. Who’s that in the bed with you?” She asked.

“Gray, get up. She’s already noticed you. No point in hiding now.” You said.

“Grayson is here?! So, not only did you have someone over, when we told you not to, you have a boy here, in the house, alone.”

“Mom, we didn’t even do anything. We were just talking and listening to music, and then we fell asleep. I swear, that’s it.” You explained.

“And I’m supposed to just believe that?” She asked.

“Well, it’s the truth.” You said.

“Mrs. (y/l/n), you can trust that we did not do anything. I would never disrespect your house rules, and I knew that with the rain coming in, I didn’t want her to be here alone, in case anything happened.” Grayson explained.

“If anything happened, she could’ve just called us.” Your mom said.

“Well, yes. But she might not have been able to get a hold of you, all the loud music playing at the dinner, you might not have heard your phone ring.” Grayson said.

“I guess, but I still don’t like the fact that you two were here alone.” Your mom said.

“And we wont do it again. Guardians every time we’re in a house together from here on out.” You said.

“Alright, well, since it’s still raining, we don’t want you driving in this weather, so you can go ahead and stay the rest of the night, but this bedroom door will stay open and nothing but sleeping will happen in that bed. Do you two understand?” She asked.

“Yes ma’am.” You and Grayson said in unison. 

“Alright, I’m going to sleep now. Good night.” She said as she walked down the hallway. You turned out your bedroom light and climbed back into bed.

“I’m so sorry. I should’ve never asked you to come over. This is all my fault.” You said.

“No, don’t say that. We’re both at fault. Falling asleep wasn’t part of our plan. I was only supposed to stay for a bit. But, oh well. Can’t do anything about it now.” Grayson said.

“I know, but I still feel bad. I hate getting you in trouble.” You said.

“Baby, it’s okay. Now, let’s just go back to sleep.” He said as he kissed you on the forehead.

Don’t Call Me Son

Pairing: none. this is the father-son relationship between Washington and Lafayette. all of you washette shippers, prepare to be disappointed

i have no idea what universe this is, could be either Hamiltime or modern AU

Request: @the-small-croissant : Love your work OML! I just found you and I’m hooked, a huge part of me is obsessed wit the adorable father-son relationship with Lafayette and Washington, it’s not really an actual ship as is is just a father-son thing, but a cute fluffy thing in your writing of that would kill me in the best of ways and yeah, sorry to bother, just not throwing away my shot here to request~ ^^

Word count: 631

Warnings: swearing

A/N: i don’t know if lafayette’s dad was actually a dud, that’s just what i decided to do. i don’t write washette, i don’t ship it. i know there’s got to be someone else who writes fics who does ship it, so go ask them. :) also this is really sweet and i loved writing it. super short and it took me less than an hour. i guess i’m making up for the lack of fics this previous week. anyway, enjoy!

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“CALL ME SON ONE MORE TIME!”

Lafayette heard Alex’s yell from several yards away, and the Frenchman winced. Alex had a temper, and he didn’t have very good control over it. Personally, Lafayette was fine with Washington acting as his dad. The guy was great at it, and Lafayette would much rather have had George Washington be his father than his actual one.

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BTS reacts to you being really clumsy

Hellooo there sunbeam ^^

I know how it is to be clumsy. I, myself am super clumsy. I have scars and bruises all over my body to prove it lmao. If you are as clumsy as me, please be more careful haha. Oh my god? You love me? Me? Aaaawhh how sweet of you. I love you too and thank you for loving my blog ^^

Hope you like this reaction and stay healthy!


Seokjin

We all know he feels as a mom and so he would be worried as a mom too but he was getting used to it since you would be hurting yourself at least once a day so he eventually had a cupboard full with bandages, bandaids, ice packs and much much more to take care of you. And he was right, today you managed to walk against the door while you two were ready to eat some dinner. Chuckling he dissapeared in the bathroom and came back with the ice pack in his hands, placing it ontop of the soon appearing bruise. 

‘‘Seriously y/n? You know you have to turn the knob and open the door to get out of the house. I mean you’re not some type of ghost who can walk through doors.’’

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Yoongi

He actually would find it funny you being so clumsy eventhough he says he doesn’t. Secretly he does. He will feel proud everytime he fixes something you broke. (Having the experience in bts aswell) However it isn’t always the innocent dropping glass or stubbing your toe. No sometimes you worry him sick as you come falling down the stairs or spilling hot water on your body. So more often than not he would keep a close eye on you, making sure you are not seriously injuring yourself.  Luckily you only broke the blender today, decorating the kitchen, yourself and him with the smoothie you were making as you shot him a nervous smile.

‘‘Gosh sometimes I don’t even know how you can be this clumsy. Not even Namjoon is as clumsy as you. But I guess I love you even more because of it. Don’t even ask me why because I myself can’t give you an answer. Now come here and let’s clean ourselves up first before we get too sticky.’’

Originally posted by btsgotsvt

Hoseok

Also already kind of used to it, he doesn’t give it as much as attention, knowing already you always shrug it off and continue with what you were doing. Of course he worries every now and then but most of the times he just laughs along with you but not today. He was working on the laptop, trying to get some of the lyrics done for his new mixtape when he heard you calling his name. Saving the written words, he stood up from the chair and made his way to the laundry room. Seeing you standing there, biting your lip as you held your hands behind your back. He gave you a confused look, asking what was wrong.  Slowly your hands appeared in his vision but what he saw caused him to groan, snatching the shirt out of your hands, he closely inspected the to small shirt. Letting out a big sigh he dropped it in your hands, ran his fingers throug his hair and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek. He could get mad at you but he knew you felt quilty and well it just comes with loving you.

‘‘I know you don’t do it on purpose but honestly sometimes I think you do because it’s the third shirt this week you washed to hot. And for some reason it only are my shirts. But I guess we can use it for our furure son, so it’s okay. BUT.. please no more… otherwise I won’t have any shirts left.’’

Originally posted by judgementalyoongi


Namjoon

Two people together, both as clumsy as can be. Take today for example. You were visiting Namjoon and the others in their dorm, cooking dinner to let them rest after a long day practicing. Somehow you finished cooking without burning yourself or burning the food however when you served the spaghetti on the plates and asked Namjoon to help you carry it to the table, you both in some way dropped the plates, spilling the italian food on the floor and just stared. Hearing Yoongi mumble that you both were unbelievable and Seokjin whining over the waisted food you both bursted out in laughter because clumsly couple striked again. 

‘‘Why did you drop the food?!’’

‘‘Me?! You dropped it too!’‘

‘‘My heart.. I love you so much y/n. You can say what you want but we’re made for eachother’’

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Jimin

He had to be careful around you because you had the habit to drag him down with you and he kept sharp things out of you reach since you always, always cut yourself eventhough you knew it was sharp. Anyways it was late in the evening and you and Jimin walked in the park enjoying the chill breeze on your skin after a hot day. You, being easily distracted stopped in your tracks to cutely coo at the hegdehog who seemed to be searching for something to eat. It wasn’t everyday you saw those cute little animals. Jimin however hadn’t noticed that you weren’t by his side anymore until he heard you laughing, calling his name as you ran towards him to catch up, but along the way, you tripped over your own feet, stumbling your way further as you hands reached out to grab his shirt in the hope to steady yourself. Unfortunately it didn’t and pulled Jimin down with you, both crashing to the ground. He instantly whined when he was on the ground, you half laying on top of him. Helping you up, he pulled you into a playful headlock, complaining that you needed to learn to walk properly again. 

‘‘Y/n! Why do you always have to take me with you?! Seriously how do you always manage to trip over your own feet. It’s just..  incredible. I think you’ve found your talent.’’

Originally posted by ultranicolet

Taehyung

He would just sigh as you once again fell over the bathtub. Hearing you yell at him that you were okay, he chuckled and shook his head in disbelief like how the heck do you fell multiple times over the bathtub?? The bathtub doesn’t go anywhere. It just stays there, not moving at all. And when he suddenly heard smashing and crashing noises he literally facepalmed himself, still getting up to check up on you. When he finally arrived at the bathroom, he took a deep breath before going in, not knowing what he would find.. There you were, surrounded by shampoo bottles, as you casually joined them on the floor, playing it off like you planned it.  after making sure you were okay, he joined you on the bathroom floor.

‘‘Is it fun chilling on the ground? It seems it’s nice since you do it a couple of times a day. But I guess you want someone to join you, seeing all these bottles keeping you company. I’m hurt sweets.. You can just ask me, no need to make such a commotion.’’


Originally posted by jjibooty

Jungkook

This guy would be a little shit. He would totally take advantage of you clumsiness. 

He stared at the dent in the door he had kicked in anger after losing the game against Seokjin. You were certainly getting pissed because how many times had you told him that getting rid of the anger against furniture or doors was not okay but then he just smirked, a great idea popped in his mind and laughed returning to the game he was playing. When you got home, Jungkook would greet you like always, ate dinner and just talked about eachothers day. When the both of you were getting ready for bed, you noticed the little dent, snapping your head to Jungkook he would say:

‘‘Don’t you remember? You hit the door with the vacuum while you were cleaning. It’s okay though.. I love your clumsy side. ‘’

Originally posted by ultranicolet

More than words - A Yousana AU. Chapter 4

Idea explained here

All the chapters here

CHAPTER4 : SUMMER 2014 - SPRING 2015

SUMMER 2014 (14 and 16 years old)

I don’t even know what to say. Thank you for trusting me with your story. I know that maybe this won’t mean much to you but you’re enough. You’re good enough. You’re more than enough. You’re the coolest girl I know and I haven’t even met you. You’re smart (way smarter than me) and funny and kind. And if those girls can’t see that then it’s their problem. And you’re probably going to hate me for this but I really think that you should tell someone, someone other than me, someone that can help you, that can defend you, someone that can be there for you in a way I can’t.

I guess this may sound selfish but I won’t be able to sleep at night until I know that someone is taking care of you. You deserve the world girl, and I wished I could give it to you.

PS: in case it isn’t clear, of course I want to be friends with you.

PS2: Just so you know, I’m also muslim”

 

-x-

 

“I almost didn’t write to you. When I came here I spent a week not daring to look at the paper, afraid that you hadn’t answered. But I couldn’t sleep at night, there was something inside me that told me to look and I’m glad I did.

THANK YOU. Thank you for listenting to me and for your words and for being there. You say that you can’t be there for me, but you are, you’re here for me in ways no one can and for that I’m grateful.

I’ll think about talking to someone, maybe it’s time for me to trust other people

Thank you again

PS: I don’t want to stop being friends either

PS2: Is it weird that reading that made me happy?”

 


AUTUMN BREAK 2014 (14 and 17 years old)

“Believe it or not this time I was the one that almost didn’t check if you had answered. I was afraid. Guess great minds think alike (although we both know your mind is greater than mine. Yeah, I’ve accepted that)

I’m glad that e both want to keep taling and no, it’s not weird that it made you happy. It also made me happy when you told me, considering the circumstances, of course.

Well pen pal, (or was it anonymous friend?) I’ll read you in Christmas. Hope you have a great autumn.”

 


CHRISTMAS 2014 (15 and 17 years old)

I’m glad you finally accepted that I’m smarter than you. It was a matter of time.

I have news!! I’ve told someone. I followed your advice and I finally told someone.

My brother’s girlfriend was at my middle school and she had some suspicions about what was going on. She’s not there anymore, she’s in high school now, but still I thought that maybe she could help, she’s always been so nice to me. And she did help!! I told her and she said she would take care of me. Since then she’s been dropping me off and picking me up from school. And let me tell you that she and her friends are so badass so the bullies were scared and haven’t bothered me again. So…yay!! Thank you for your advice and for being there for me. And don’t worry, this doesn’t mean that I’m changing you for her, you’ll always be the first person I told.”

 

-x-

 

“It makes me really happy to hear that they’re not bothering you anymore!! Your brother’s girlfriend sounds great, I’m glad you have her. You deserve to be surrounded by people that care about you. And thank you for not forgetting about me, I’ll always be here for you.

I need to tell you something though…My parents told me that we’re not coming back to the cabin anymore.

My father is starting his own business so he won’t have a holidays for awhile. I know this sucks but I really don’t want our friendship to end so this is what I thought…Are you from Oslo? I really hope you are ‘cause this will only work if you’re from Oslo like me.

Well there’s this book shop new Nissen, the high school, which is both a book shop and a café. It’s really small but it’s such a lovely place. Anyway, in the young adult section there’s this spot where the fuse box is supposed to be but it’s not, it’s empty. I thought that maybe that can be our next secret spot. Maybe you can leave your answer there. Since you won’t read this until the winter break, I’ll wait a few days after that to go there and look for your answer. If there’s nothing there I guess that would mean that either you’re not form Oslo or you don’t want our friendship to continue.

I really hope that you like this idea.

I’ll be waiting xx

 


MARCH 2015 (15 and 17 years old)

Hi! I really hope that this is the book shop you were talking about. If it isn’t and some other person is reading this…hi, I guess?

I like your idea or “meeting” here now. This way we won’t have to wait till the holidays to get our answers…still…I’ve thought about something.

If we do this, we won’t know when the other is going to answer and we will drive ourselves crazy. So here’s what I thought: one month.

I’m leaving this here on the 1st of March and I’ll come find your answer on the 1st of April. Not sooner nor later. This way we a) will know when to expect an answer and b) will have a month to think about our answer and to focus on the rest of the things in our lives. I just don’t want us to leave everything behind for this, you know? I’m sure if we didn’t put any limits we would get obsessed and I don’t want this to be ruined.

So yeah, that’s my idea. Hope you like it. I’ll read you on the 1st of April xx

 

Oh! And just to be sure you’re you, answer this: when did we start talking and what advice did you give me?”

 


APRIL 2015 (15 and 17 years old)

Summer 2011. I told you to be careful with the wardrobe’s door because it was broken and you told me it was too late, you had already hurt your foot

I really love your idea, once again you show me that you’re the smart one in this relationship…friendship…relationship of friends. Well you know what I mean.

Is it embarrassing that I’m really glad that we’re going to talk more often now? It probably is but oh well, it’s out now so whatever.

I’m really looking forward to your answer. I’ll read you on the 1st of May xx”

 

MAY 2015 (15 and 17 years old)

You passed the test!!! You’re definitely my anonymous friend about whom I know nothing.

And of course I’m the smart one in this relationship.

Also, I don’t know if it’s embarrassing or not but I’m also really happy that we’re going to talk more often!!

Oh btw, I don’t know if I told you but…I’m starting high school on September (I guess you should know by my age). I’m really nervous. My brother’s girlfriend will be there but still, I’m getting anxious. What is I don’t fit in? Any tips you can give me since you’re already in high school?

I’ll read you in June xx”

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This is chapter 4!

As you can see the dynamic is going to change, now instead of just talking on holidays they will talk every mont.

Oh btw the coffee shop/book shop is not real, I invented it

Next chapter, Elias will introduce Sana to a new friend he has, his name is Yousef. 

Hope you’ve liked this

Thank you for reading!!!

This isn’t a fuck customers but it’s not really a fuck coworkers

So this happened I think about a year ago, and idk what jogged my memory but it’s here now so I figured I’d share.

We had gotten some new trainees-two to be exact. Now my job is pretty easy-it’s a fast food sub shop-botpelly if you will. There’s three stations, and for each there’s a paper next to each station with weights and how to make certain things. So it only takes about 2 weeks or so to really learn everything. And one trainee got it within a week (A) and was doing great. The other (B) not so much. And I understand some people learn things at their own pace and I had no problem taking time to answer questions and sometimes show them how to do things. The problem was, B, even after two months still hadn’t gotten anything down. If a customer came up to order a sandwich, she’d immediately call someone else up to help the customer telling them that she wasn’t super confident on the station, one time I had left her and a manager on the line to use the restroom, and I guess our manager was busy with someone because as I’m in the restroom I can hear her shouting my name-because a customer came up to order a sandwich. It just got so annoying. We tried a different tactic of instead of showing her when she asked for our help, we’d just offer to observe, but that didn’t work out because she’d start every conversation with the customer like “I not very sure of what I’m doing, so I’ll probably mess your sandwich/shake/salad up” and some customers after that didn’t want her to make their stuff. It was frustrating because most closings there’s only 3 people, and in a rush, it’s nice to have three people-one on each station. So when it’s me, a manager and B, it was really like having 2 people on the line. About 4 months in she was still the same way-but now she always called on specifically me (I’d learn later it was because she had a crush on me) but she’d never call on anyone else-so even if I was in the middle of something, on break, just clocking in/out she’d always have a question or want me to do something for her.

She was a sweet girl and everything but I really felt so drained after being on a shift with her.

Disaster finds you so easily (part 2)

pairing: Ivar x OFC

fandom: vikings

warning: AU

part 1

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With a university as big as ours, you’d think it would be easy to avoid one single person. That task turned out to be impossible.  

Ivar had almost the same classes as I did, which was no surprise. He did study the same thing.  

To everyone else he was friendly, too friendly for my liking. It seemed obvious that he didn’t really mean it but good looks and popularity could mask that fact pretty easily. Other people probably took our interactions as a chat between friends, though that couldn’t be further from the truth. No way in hell we’d ever be friends. Maybe everyone else did but I certainly didn’t miss the taunting and teasing remarks he made in my direction every chance he got.  

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Some thoughts on supernatural on social media

Idk why but I feel a need to say this.

I love Supernatural since I saw the first episode. What drew me in and keeps me watching is the brothers bond. From the first episode the banter was so great. I think Jared and Jensen play off each other has always been good since day 1 and has just grown stronger as their real life friendship has too. I know I don’t know them but they do seem to have a great friendship and I don’t think the show would have lasted as many years as it has if they weren’t. They are as neighbors and their kids even hang out together all the time.

This does not mean I ship wincest or think J2 are romantically involved with each other. I guess I could be called a bibro because from what I have gathered bibros just means you love both brothers and I do. I am more a Sam leaning girl because I just have seen a lot of negative hate toward him from the start so I guess I just had a special place in my heart for him and felt a need to defend him. I know people hate on all but I just see it extra for Sam and have since the start. First time I really looked up anything I looked up Dean and saw all these great things pop up which is great because I love Dean. For Sam though first thing I saw was an article someone wrote saying they were even surprised they got this because they are a Dean girl which I was surprised by because 1st of all I love both and just because I am Sam leaning doesn’t mean I can’t write positive about Dean. If it’s a struggle for this person though why are they writing the article? Then I made a mistake and saw all the comments some of the things people said was like they were talking about a completely different character then the one I had gotten to know. I went on Tumblr and the amount of Sam hate I saw was definitely way higher then any other character. I think ever since then I have become a Sammy girl. I guess defending him more and more I convinced even myself more and more. I love both though at the start I couldn’t even pick. If I see Dean hate I will also defend him.
Anyone can hate Sam or Dean but if I see it especially if it’s tagged under supernatural or the characters I will give my two cents.
Nothing wrong with criticizing either at all and is definitely different from hating. Again a person can hate on either or both, that’s fine too, but if I see it and if I feel like the points being made are totally unfair or out of context I will comment.
That’s what social media should be about people discussing and if we can’t even discuss characters what can we discuss in the world?
I get it characters can make us relate to ourselves or people we know which can make us want to protect them or hate on them but nothing wrong with talking about it. I so hate when people use “evidence” from things that are not canon! With supernatural though so many times canon has been messed up sadly but that’s a whole other discussion.

I just wanted to say I love both and the brother bond made me love this show. I know other shows like for example Orange is the new black can work without the main character because I think the show is about the prison industrial complex as a whole and not one specific character. The main character was just used to get us in and we can take a look with fresh eyes like she has but now the show has gone long enough that we know how it works so don’t need that anymore. There other shows like this but that’s the only example that came to mind as of this moment. Show like supernatural needs Sam and Dean otherwise it’s not supernatural. Supernatural is a story of two brothers fighting evil. If you get rid of Sam and Dean it’s something else which can be fine and a person can like it but it’s not supernatural. Sam and Dean are supernatural. For some reason many get mad when someone says that but it’s true.

This doesn’t mean I hate other characters but they aren’t why I watch the show. I have watched shows before for characters that are not the main characters and only their scenes but I don’t claim to be a fan of
The show. Sometimes I watch shows for a character or actor but fall in love with the show as a whole then yeah I say I’m a fan. I hope that makes sense.

I also have no problem with any ship but I just don’t ship anyone on this show. I think every show and movie has romantic interests which is cool, I ship and obsess too. What I like about this show is that it’s not about romantic love but about love of two brothers and family as a whole. I don’t have any siblings but I connected to it for some reason and I appreciate that. Not everything needs to have a romance, again nothing wrong with romance but not everything needs to be about that.

I followed so many Supernatural fan blogs and pages on all social medias hoping to really be able to discuss this show that I feel in love with as a whole but honestly it’s disappointing to just see ship wars and hate for a show that doesn’t even have a main romance or love triangle at all. I want to discuss Sam, Dean, Cass, Crowley, and all. Specific episodes, seasons, music, filming, etc. Again no ship hate and nothing wrong with having one even if it’s not canon but it feels like that’s all people seem to want to discuss and not even discuss but fight about.

I know wincest and destiel are the most popular ships in the fandom. Nothing wrong with either or if you like a ship like sastiel, drowley, crammy?, Croby, any ship. I usually see wincest and destiel mostly so I will talk about them. I don’t ship either but from what I have seen it does seem like destiel is everywhere in Sam and Crowley tags or supernatural tags as a whole. Nothing wrong with shipping whatever but I just wish people would respect the tags. Like when I look up something about supernatural I want to see that not destiel. If it’s supernatural as a whole there is many things I want to see not 90% of it being Destiel. If I wanted to look up destiel I would search destiel. I do think sastiel is very underrated, their friendship in general. In season 12 even writers made it seem like Sam had no connection to Cass or Mary even. Even when there are scenes with Sam and Cass it’s not talked about sadly. Or if it’s a scene with all three Sam gets cut out so many times. It really seems unfair and I think hurts the idea they are supposed to be a team, it feels like separate partners and not a real group. Also I’m still upset Bobby wasn’t included in team free will, I think many should have been but atleast Bobby who helped so much during the time Dean even mentioned TFW.

Going back to destiel, I know many think Destiel should be canon whole I have never seen a wincest shipper actually think it should be canon. I personally don’t get that and like many moments people point out happened with Sam and Dean more or it’s taken out of context or Sam was there too but was cut out and such. Again no hate I just don’t get it. Also people obviously might have different experiences this is just what I have seen.

Also I don’t hate Cass but I do think he’s been repetitive. He was really cool and that concept of a character defying all he knows because he has too much heart and decides to fight for what is right is amazing. I do think though since season 6 atleast it stopped being about the greater good for Cass and just became him wanting to be the hero and for his ego. Since season 6 supposidly he’s grown but to me he keeps making the same mistakes again with the fandom just forgiving him right away like poor angel. That doesn’t work anymore because he’s been on Earth too long, with Sam and Dean too long, and was a human himself. Plus I hate that because it’s basically saying he doesn’t know any better but he does. He’s supposed to be really smart and many years old. I wish the writing reflected that. It feels like he’s mostly there for fan service and not an actual story. I have talked to a few Cass stans who Cosplay and write destiel fan fiction who agree and are very disappointed too.

I also find it so bogus that it’s usually J2M or team free will meaning Winchesters with Cass but Mark and Crowley are always left out. He’s or I guess was a series regular just like Misha/Cass. I have seen many get hate for mentioning J2 or Sam and Dean only with so many inserting Misha/Cass in no matter what. Claiming it’s not fair to him but what about Mark? He is in the same category as Misha.

I have a lot more to say and I know this has been a little random. I just wanted to ramble about supernatural on social media as a whole. Some things I have seen.
I would love to hear people if they agree/disagree with anything I said or maybe everything I said. I don’t mind healthy discussions and debates ever.

The Meme and His Tutor

Part 6: The Day The Tutor Died

Recommended Song: Really Really by Winner

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Summary:

What you saw that day had you missing your seat and very distracted.

Genre: Fluff, comedy

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing, shirtless Kook.

Word Count: 2634 

Length: 6/?

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King George iii x Reader

Words: 1808 (okay maybe I got a little carried away)

Warning: it’s kind of implying domestic abuse, but not a lot. 

Request: “The king George fic was great, I really enjoyed it! Just in case you didn’t know, to fancy someone is quite colloquial. I just thought it stuck out a bit. Anyway, would you pls be able to write another King G fic about going to a ball together? Thx!" 

Prompt: nah 

A/N: I’m not sure if you wanted a sequel to the last one?? But I didn’t think it would go along well so I didn’t??? Anyways, I hope my writing is better for Hamiltimes 

y/f/c = your favorite color

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 You smiled at your parents sweetly as they told you the news, you were heading to a Ball. The Kings Annual Ball, which he held each year. And you were having the honour, well, your family was having he honour, of attending it. 

Your family was close with one of the more powerful families in Britan, only because your father had helped them out when in trouble. So, returning the favour, which their family has seemed to do many times, they invited you. 

 You wanted to squeal in delight, but kept yourself under control, as your mother said, "Please, be on your best behaviour, we know what happened last time you went to a Ball.” You grimaced, everyone knew what happened last time you went to a Ball.

In your mind, it was simple: a man was being quite rude and sexist, so you showed him his place. To everyone else, the story was: You had anger issues, and this man was simply trying to get along with you, as he fancied you. Then, you got so angry that you slapped him in the face in front of everyone. Sure, you had slapped him, but everything else wasn’t true. Him, being a man, he was able to have the bigger word and completely lied to everyone there. You walked out of the Ballroom by yourself, caught a carriage, and went home. When your father and mother returned home, you tried explaining, but your father only called you a disgrace to the family. It was not a fun night. 

 Thinking back to it, you would have done it again in a heartbeat, the man deserved what was coming to him. He made vulgar comments, and he also told you women were too useless to do anything for themselves, then proceeded to ask for a dance! 

 "Y/n, dear, please put on your best dress, the Ball is tonight,“ your mother said, snapping you from your thoughts. You nodded, and walked back to your room. Going through your dresses, you thought, what if I never even see the King? What if I meet him, and he’s rude and arrogant? What if he is like the last guy at the last Ball? You’ve always been like this, and your mother always told you to stop worrying about such things. What happens, happens. So, you brushed those thoughts out of your mind, batting your eyes between two of your favorite dresses. It was hard do decide between them. 



 You ended up choosing a (y/f/c) dress, after a couple of minutes of contemplating if you should ask for your moms opinion. But who were you kidding? She would only say, ‘I think they’re both lovely’ and never actually choose. You sometimes wondered how she dressed herself, let alone making decisions for you. 

 Walking out of your room, you smiled at your mother, "The Final Product, I guess.” Your mother gushed, “Oh, you look beautiful, dear.”

 "Can we go now?“ You father asked, quite impatiently,  you looked at your mother, who nodded, and you nodded as well. Your father smiled kindly and lead you to the carriage that awaited outside. 


 You arrived inside of the Ballroom, where people were talking and dancing and having a great time, the King wasn’t there yet. 

 "Roger, it’s so nice to see you!” Your father said greeting someone, you curtsied towards the man, as he and your father continued talking. You had completely lost your mother, she departed you once you entered. You didn’t know anybody else in there, and if you did, they were certainly ignoring you. 

You walked over to a table filled of champagne, and food. Right at home. You picked up a glass and sipped. No man came up to you, asking to dance, or just to talk in general. It was kind of sad, you could sense other women giving you pity. 

 Just like last time, you were about to leave early, but then you heard something. You heard someone announce, “The King is here!” You almost dropped your glass, but, you set it on the table. Women curtsied, including you, and men bowed, as he entered the room, you looked up at him when he was in front of the room, and you were completely astonished. 

 He was a handsome man, he was better than the portraits. At least, the ones you’d seen. There were some around town, but not many. King George simply walked through the crowd towards the back of the room, everyone moved out of way to create a path. You sighed as he walked the way, but felt a pinch of relief as he didn’t walk your way. 

You wanted to feel the honour to meet him, but you were so embarrassing (told by your dad) that it would be better if you didn’t talk to most people, ecspecially important people. Your dad had stuck that in your mind for so many years, it was overwhelming. 

 You worked your way through the crowd, as they did not make a path for you. You had to shove through them, earning many strange looks, you just repeated, 'I’m sorry’ and 'Excuse me’ until you were outside. Once you were outside, you let out a sigh of relief, you weren’t confined in that room filled with loads of people. 

People who seemed to be judging you as you walked by, at least, that’s what it felt like to you. You were finally able to breathe, no one was around, it was just you and the moon. Nobody to distract, judge, annoy you. You felt free. 

 "Excuse me, miss?“ Someone asked, a male, asked.

 You turned around, and seeing who it was, you jumped up and curtsied instantly, "It’s an honour, sir.” King George smirked, obviously amused by how flabbergasted you were, among seeing him up close and in-person. 

 "May I ask, what are you doing out here, by yourself?“ He asked, sitting on the steps next to you. 

You sat down as well. "I, just, uh–” you stuttered, but he seemed so cool about everything, “I just needed some air, sir." 

 "King George is fine, uh…” He trailed off, leaving you to substitute your name. 

“Oh! Y/n y/l/n, sir– I mean, King George,” you covered your mouth, trying to avoid any further embarrassment. He smiled once again, feeling amused. 


 King George chatted up a storm, talking about the colonies and how he’s losing them, how he’s so angry at the General and a man named 'Alexander Hamilton’? You didn’t know, you were just there to listen. Not ask questions. 

“Would you care for a dance, y/n? I’ve been putting my burdens on you all night, I’m sure you want to make this night worth something,” King George said, standing up, and putting his hand out for you to take. 

 You took it, “I don’t think that would be nessasary, s– King George,” you corrected yourself quickly, “I don’t want to–" 

 "It would be a pleasure, Lady y/n,” he interrupted, “Shall we?" 

 You nodded briskly, "We shall.” King George lead you in, and many–actually, all people stared as you walked in. Except for a group in the corner containing your mother and father, as they were oblivious. 

 This time, a path was made for you, just for being with the King. The King. You would love and hate to see your dads face is he looked, hoping that maybe doing this would prove him wrong, in some way. But there was also a sliver of a chance he would say it was too big of a risk, and you could’ve disgraced the family name. 

 "Are you sure you want to do this, King George? With me, I mean,“ you looked up at him. He continued to direct you into position for the dance, "Please, of course I do. It is a new experience." 

 "You only met me an hour ago, si– King George.”

 "That’s alright.“ The music played, and you both swayed together. You weren’t sure of what he was doing, because you were looking down at your feet. 

 "Are your feet more interesting than me, Dear?” King George asked. 

 You looked up at him, “I’m sorry, I’m not really used to this." 


 The song ended a minute after of pure silence between you two, and you took a step away from him, "That probably wasn’t too pleasant for you, I’m sorry." 

"Oh it was–” he was cut off by a man appearing beside you. Your father. your mother appeared a second after, a little out of breath. "King George, it’s an honour to meet you, sir,“ your father greeted, your mother stood in awe and curtsied. "May I ask, was my daughter troubling you at all?" 

 King George was slightly confused, "No, she wasn’t. It was fine, the dance was fine." 

 Your fathers eyes widened, "Dance? What dance?" 

 You wanted to smirk triumphantly at your father and tell him how wrong he was, how welcomed you were by The King himself without embarrassing yourself completely or your family, but you looked down at your shoes instead. 

"Yes of course, we danced throughout the last song.”

 Your father was silent for a second, “Well, sir, I think it’s best we get going. Come on, y/n." 

 King George stood tall, "I shall walk y/n to your carriage,” he placed his arm out for you to take, which you hesitantly did. Your parents walked ahead of you, whispering. 

You turned to King George, “You really don’t have to do this, George." 

 "Oh, so it’s 'George’ now?” A smirk was growing on his face. The amusement in his eyes flew right over you, you covered your mouth with your free hand, “I’m sorry, Kin–" 

 "Alas, it’s fine. I’d rather you call me George anyway.” You removed your hand and looked anywhere else from where he was standing. Then, you reached outside, where your mother was already in the carriage, your father getting into. 

 King George slid his hand down to yours, and brought it up to his lips, kissing it, “I hope to see you soon, Lady y/n. I will definetly write.” Your face started to flush, you were out of things to say, “I will look forward to it, George.”

 He had a small smile on his face, but gently let go of your hand, allowing you to get in the carriage, next to your father. As soon as the door shut, your father went off, “Y/n, do you know how dangerous that was? You could have done, or said something wrong? You could have displeased him! That was risky, y/n." 

"Yes, father, I know,” you said, looking out the carriage window as the horses started up. You thought back to what happened, that entire night, “And I enjoyed every second of it.”

Scorpio Part.12

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WARNINGS: Smut, swearing and some awesome shoes!

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It was now early evening the night before the job, the day has been ridiculously hectic; constant flurries of men in and out gearing up, I can’t think of ten minutes going by where J hasn’t scolded someone. At least he hasn’t killed any of his men, but then again there is still time. There was a constant buzzing around the place of excitement; criminals will be criminals I guess.  Dylan had stayed the night in one of the guest rooms with Ted, It was great having both my favourite guys around; with that said Ted has taken a strong liking to Frost, on the other hand I could tell J wasn’t too happy with Ted’s presence and he made no attempt at hiding the fact either. As for me I’m currently not his favourite as he is not allowed in the bedroom with J and I much to my dismay. Dylan was quite tense after J had informed him of the threat and the risks with me going out; as a result he didn’t want me out of his sight. I hated it, as much as it was nice he was protective both Dylan and the Joker were smothering me, I didn’t like the feeling of being babysat.

   Apparently we were going to his club for the evening; strange idea if you ask me just before a Job and obviously with a threat above my head I wasn’t quite so keen to be out longer than necessary. He’s assured me he had made arrangements for extra security and is satisfied with what’s in place. He’s adamant that he must go and show face, I guess you can’t install fear and order if you hide away. He wouldn’t want anyone else moving on his turf.

So I’m stood looking in the mirror in J’s bathroom with hair down and a messy fringe. I was not feeling this at all and wanted to dress down and wear more casual clothes but when you’re with The Joker dressing down is not an option, I think he wants a reason to fuck with someone. He wants to show you off to everyone at what he’s got but at the same time he wants no eyes on you only his. In the end I go for a bright blood red lipstick and a gentle flick of black eyeliner which draws out my light blue eyes. Once again I had the task of covering bruises with copious amounts of concealer and I was definitely becoming a pro at it; not that it’s something to be proud of mind. J had chosen a silk lilac dress which felt soft on my skin, more of a sexy night material than a going out in public one for me. The bottom of the dress was diagonally cut and the longest side finished just below my knee. Finally onto the shoes, oh my they were stunning; they should be seeing as they were Dior. They were elegant black toe pumps with heels. The heel itself is adorned with faceted studs which created a subtle shimmer; its fine trio of feminine straps accentuate the instep. At the front in the middle of each strap was a delicate metal star finished with rhinestones. While doing up the small zip fastening I caught J gawking in the reflection of the mirror. “Anything you like? I asked purposely slowly brushing up my soft legs with my fingertips and smirking.

“All too much princess, you look beautiful” He smiled a genuine smile if I have ever seen one and he called me beautiful, I mean what in the world was happening.

“Although there is something I would like to add” He pulled out a box and opened it and picked up its contents and dangled it in front of him behind which he had that mischievous grin on his face.

“Curious?”

“Always” I walked over to him and grabbed it. It was silicone, purple and was the shape of a slightly elongated egg with at one end a malleable length of tail. I’m pretty sure I got the gist of what it was, not that I’ve ever used one. Looks like tonight might not be so bad after all I thought at the curious excitement which had now come over me.

“Want me to show you?”

“I think I’ll manage myself” I smirked and went to the bathroom and closed the door. I slipped down my lacy hot pants and after making the egg wet I slowly pushed it inside. Straight away it pushed on my walls making me sharply inhale. After taking a moment to get adjusted I flexed the tail so the tip rested lightly on my clit. I took a moment to decide whether to leave the underwear off and thought maybe for once I wouldn’t make it so easy for him and redressed fully and entered the bedroom. Every move I made consequently I felt down inside me. J was at the edge of the bed smirking at me as I tried to keep face “After you” he motioned to the door, as I passed him I had to stop dead in my tracks and suddenly arch myself slightly forward and let out a large breath as strong pulses vibrated through my clit and inside me completely taking my breath away. I stood back up and straight and turned. I turned and he had stood up, his red shirt exposing half his chest which was tucked neatly into his trousers; his heavy gold rings on his fingers which were curled round a little purple rectangular device. “Daddy is going to have fun with this” he smirked almost cruelly and continued “let’s get going doll” I laughed nervously not quite sure whether this was going to fun or complete torture but he did say fun for him and that doesn’t necessarily mean for me as well.

When we arrived at the club the extra security presence was immediately apparent. There were more doormen and they were checking bags, there were metal detectors and ID card scans. Consequently the queue was larger than normal and consisted of cold and fidgety people. We on the other hand were ushered quickly through the back door; as soon as we were inside the security backed off and I had my own space back and could breathe. The familiar buzz of the club eased the anxiousness away from me somewhat. The club was busier than usual; all the booths were occupied, the dance floor was packed out, bar men were frantically trying to keep on top of the queue. People turned to look at The Joker and myself but they will not look for long before continuing with their group and gawking at the dancer podiums.

As I sat down in his private booth the egg shifted upwards slightly causing me to clench my fists in an effort to control my breathing and pleasure from being too obvious. I saw J in my peripheral vision smirking as I discreetly shuffled in my seat and ordered an apple martini. When the drinks arrived I wasn’t aware of how quickly I drank it down obviously he did as I caught him smirking again; it was getting slightly irritating how much he was enjoying this while I was trying not to show my arousal which was growing ever stronger with every movement I made.

“Dance for me babydoll” He commanded with a devilish smile.

“What? Here? With this thing?” I have never been one for public displays nor do I enjoy bringing attention on myself. He did not reply he just glared at me; he wasn’t going to take no for an answer and with those eyes part of me didn’t want to refuse. Like a switch in my body I switched off all inhibitions and went into confidence overdrive which was helped along by how turned on I was and focused only on him and us and drowned out the background noise and spectators. “Does daddy want a show” I whispered in his ear while leaning over ensuring he had a nice clear view down the top of my dress.  I pulled under his chin bringing his lips to mine and teased them softly making him press harder but I pulled away and with his lips wanting I leaned in and gently bit his bottom lip. “He does indeed” he purred.

I started to tease him by getting up slowly and running my hands over his crotch. I stood in front of him and let the music take over me and let my body sway in sync. Blocking out further thoughts of me being in a public place I slid both my hands down my sides to the bottom of my dress and teased it up slightly before turning away from him and teasing it up further just to show him the lower mounds of my ass. Which I cupped and grabbed; at the same moment the shockwaves of  this toy shattered through me in three strong slow pulses  which made me roll my head back slightly as the toy pushed harder into my walls; this immediately led me to fantasize about how good it would feel if I was bent over his knee. I could see him shifting in his seat; his eyes fiercely fixated on me alone. My hands glided up my legs and I swayed my body round to face him and walked closer to him before turning around and sitting on his lap. I went on to gyrate my hips a little and heard him take a deep breath in; I swept my hair over my shoulder releasing a strong aroma of coconut; I went to slowly unzip my dress when he suddenly grabbed my wrist tight and stopped me. “No one else gets to see anymore of you, that’s mine” he snarled. “Come with me now” He jolted up but held onto me so I wouldn’t lose my balance, as soon as the beaded curtain of his booth was disturbed Frost turned to J “We’ll be in the interrogation room” he said this quickly and lightly pulled me, as I passed Frost with J’s hand in mine he smiled, I smirked in reply a little embarrassed.

A section of the wall on the ground floor was a mirror much like that you would find in a ballet studio. As I was allowing myself to be dragged willingly round the back of the club I could make out a door just to the left of the end of the mirror section. I could sense people looking curiously over at us; no sooner I could worry about that before I was thrust through this concealed door which was swiftly locked behind me.

In the dim light I could make out a semi circle black seated booth with a small table in the middle at the far end of the room, to the right of me were two single leather chairs. I shuffled out of his way and leant up against the one way mirror while he moved one of the chairs to the centre of the room. He came closer towards me and purred; I snapped, I grabbed his shirt where it was open and pulled him into me. I needed him so bad; he slammed into me pushing me hard against the wall, a moan escaped my lips as he lifted my arms above my head and pinned them there as he kissed me hard and thrust his hips into me. My chest was heaving; I could feel my underwear was soaked. “My, my kitten you do want daddy bad don’t you, we’ll definitely be using this again” as he said this his hand wandered into my underwear and pulled it out of me which made me cry out and bite my bottom lip. He suddenly pulled away and went and sat down with on the chair he’d moved earlier. “Now where were we?” he said catching his breath; raising his eyebrows and the corner of mouth curled up into a grin. He loved this power he had over me.

I threw him an angry glare which turned into a coy smile as I composed myself. I made my way over to him before turning my back to him and once again sat on his lap and swept my hair over my shoulder. I felt his hand lightly wrap around the back of my neck before unzipping my dress and delicately brushing the straps of my shoulders. I got to my feet allowing the dress to just slide off me and drop to the floor. I heard him purr as my body was revealed; I turned to him revealing my V-front long line bra which matched my underwear. My want for him rushed through me again as I sat back on his lap and grinded into his groin; he placed both his hands on my breast and squeezed firmly. A growl escaped him as I felt him get hard beneath me, it wasn’t a happy growl. He slid his hands down my sides and dug his fingers into my hips hard and pressed down to stop me grinding, he leaned into to me “I’m going to have to fuck you instead”

“Instead of what exactly? Just teasing me?” I turned my neck slightly to see his face

“Well daddy did have other plans yes but I can’t seem to control myself because of your teasing, I said I wanted a show and now I want to fuck you” he said this sternly. “I see” I replied trying not to let my urge to slap him reach action point. I stood up turned and leaned forward and without saying a word ran my hands down his soft cold chest and scratched as I came back up; he rolled his head to the side and purred. I leaned into his neck and kissed softly before biting hard; he gasped before looking at me with rage burning brightly in his eyes “Just fuck me” I whispered “Daddy” and with that he grabbed one of my hands pulled me up and twisted me round, leaving my wrist feeling twisted and bruised. My heart was racing I could feel it pulsing in my chest; he shifted and stood behind me a moment the skin of his exposed chest felt good on my bare back. He dropped down and pulled at my underwear until it fell to the floor; he stood up and swung me around again by my wrist, he stroked my cheek gently before placing his hand over my mouth to align his smile tattoo with mine. I grinned before pushing him back onto the chair; I got to my knees in between his legs and undone his belt and trousers quickly. He was enjoying how bad I wanted him and was just about to let me to put him in my mouth “Ah ah” he waved his index finger side to side “I want to feel you on the inside” he motioned with his hands to stand up and swivel, I got to my feet turned round so I was facing the unbeknownst dance floor and gently lowered myself onto him. He grabbed my hair and yanked me down onto his cock, he grunted as I threw my head back and moaned feeling his length inside me. “You feel so good inside” He whispered in my ear while trying to suppress a growl.

“I love you being inside me daddy” I breathed as I started to gyrate my hips making sure he hit every point inside me; his fingers were dug into my side controlling my speed while the other was constantly caressing the front of my body. He softly moved one of my hands and guided it down to my clit; what? I was going to think twice as he started guiding my hand in small circles. He let go of my hand as I continued to touch myself, he tugged at my hair gently which caused us both to moan. I could hear his breathing in my ear which only turned me on more to increase the speed I teased my clit; I pushed up slightly with my legs and gently down again. His deep growls were becoming more frequent every time he was deeper inside me; I could feel him try and buck his hips to fill me up even more. “Don’t stop” he moaned gasping, with those sexy words I let myself come down harder onto his length; with his head thrown back his mouth agape with the shine of his silver teeth. The heat was extinguished as his cell phone started ringing in his pocket. I carried on until he grabbed my hand and stopped me from edging closer to release. He leaned to the side and rummaged in his pocket “sorry doll” he panted exasperated. “This better be important!”He snarled. I heard broken muffles of what Frost was saying; I could only ascertain that something to do with chemicals had gone wrong. I’m pretty sure whoever caused this would not survive the night. J didn’t seem too annoyed at Frost, agreeing that perhaps it was important enough for him to be disturbed. He gently nudged me to get up, I had gone from being hot and sweaty to cold very quickly; I redressed myself as did he. His hand wrapped around mine followed by a hard pull had me crashing into his arms “Sorry kitten, we’ll have to finish this later. With a soft kiss on the forehead he was gone.

Neighbors - Part 7: Meeting the Team

A/N: I had some issues with this one, but I think I finally worked through it.
Warnings: Slight smut? I’m not sure you’d really call it smut but anyway. Enjoy my dears (I hope)

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The time had come. You heard a knock and went to open the door to let Luke in while you finished up getting ready. Oh my! He looked really good. I mean he looked good everyday but he looked especially yummy tonight. He was wearing dark wash jeans that were just the right fit (you couldn’t wait to check out his bum) and a black button up shirt, sleeves rolled up, which was one of your favorite looks on a guy.

You realized you had just been staring so you choked out a hi then told him you’d be ready in a second. Luke just nodded.

As you walked back toward your bedroom, Luke was trying to recover. You looked absolutely stunning wearing a burgundy v-neck halter dress fitted at the waist then flaring into an A-line skirt that ended a couple of inches above your knee. You’d paired it with t-strap heels in black, wearing your hair up in stylish, messy bun with a few wisps of hair framing your face.

You returned, having finished up your makeup and grabbing a small clutch for your phone, ID, cash, and keys. Luke was still standing in the doorway where you’d left him, staring at you with his mouth hanging open. You walked up to him and used a finger to push his chin up closing his mouth. “You’re going to catch flies, Agent Alvez,” you said with a laugh.

Luke surprised you by placing a kiss just at the corner of your mouth. “You look absolutely gorgeous, Y/N. Just beautiful.”

You blushed and said, “You’re looking pretty fine yourself, Luke.”

His brain finally seemed to catch up and he asked, “Wait, did you just call me Agent Alvez?”

You were hoping he hadn’t noticed that. It was just a spur of the moment thing. “Um, yeah, I guess I kinda did,” you replied, a little embarrassed.

“I kind of liked it.”

You had been looking down, and jerked your head up to see a very mischievous grin on his face. You shook your head at him, pushing him out the door. He grabbed your hand on the way out of the building, holding it all the way to his truck.

—–

You arrived at the bar, and was about to ask if Luke saw his friends when you saw a cute blonde in a colorful dress waving her arms. You pointed and asked if that was one of his friends. He gave a short laugh, then headed toward the blonde. You made a mental note to ask what that was about. For now, you followed him noticing the others gathered with the blonde woman. You also took a moment to check out his bum in those jeans. Yep, looking just as good as you had thought it would.

You arrived at the table, and the blonde greeted Luke with, “Hey, newbie. We were beginning to think you weren’t going to make it.”

“Newbie?” You asked Luke. He just shook his head, rolled his eyes, and said he’d explain later. You guessed that’s what that little laugh earlier was about.

Luke then made introductions. There was no way you were going to remember all of those names. But you nodded and said hi to everyone. Someone had already ordered shots so everyone took one. All of the ladies decided to hit the dance floor and dragged you along. You glanced at Luke, but he just waved you on your way.

You had a great time dancing with all of the ladies. You had been dancing for a while so you all decided to go back to the tables to check in with the guys and rest for a while. You had a chance to talk to some of them for a while, which helped you learn their names. You were fascinated with the tall, slender guy, Spencer. He could just start rambling facts about any topic, and you noticed you and Luke were the only ones hanging on his every word. You guessed he did that a lot. Rossi and Tara talked with each other about classic cars. Walker, who was actually newer to the team than Luke, mostly just talked to Emily, who was apparently also everyone else’s boss. Penelope, the blonde who had waved you over, continued to rib Luke, but he seemed to give back as much as he got. It was kind of funny, and you were definitely pulling more info from him later. JJ was such a sweetheart and showed you photos of her kids. You could tell she was a proud mom.

You had been sitting at the table for a while and really wanted to dance with Luke, so finally leaned over and asked him to dance with you. He nodded, and you led him through the throng of dancers. As you hit the dance floor, ‘Marvin Gaye’ by Charlie Puth started playing.

You put your arms around Luke’s neck while he placed his at your waist, and you swayed to the music.

Woah, there’s loving in your eyes
That pulls me closer
It’s so subtle, I’m in trouble
But I’d love to be in trouble with you

Luke grip your waist and pulled you closer.

You got to give it up to me
I’m screaming mercy, mercy please
Just like they say it in the song
Until the dawn, let’s Marvin Gaye and get it on

You leaned closer, nuzzling his neck. He wrapped his arms around your waist. There was no space between you, your bodies pressed together as you swayed together, completely oblivious to everyone else.

Let’s Marvin Gaye and get it on
You got the healing that I want
Just like they say it in the song
Until the dawn, let’s Marvin Gaye and get it on, babe
You got to give it up to me
I’m screaming mercy, mercy please
Just like they say it in the song
Until the dawn, let’s Marvin Gaye and get it on
Just like they say it in a song
Until the dawn, let’s Marvin Gaye and get it on
Ooh

The song ended, and another began. The two of you continued to sway, not really paying attention to the music playing. Luke put his mouth to your ear. “Ready to leave?”

A chill shot down your spine at the feel of his lips on your ear. All you could do was nod.

You walked back to the table to say your goodbyes. Apparently, they had noticed the two of you on the dance floor because several of them had raised eyebrows and smirks on their faces. No one said anything other than goodbye making you sigh in relief. You grabbed your bag, then linked hands with Luke.

—-

The ride back to your apartment complex was filled with sexual tension. You were still holding hands, Luke rubbing circles on the top of your hand with his thumb. You didn’t know exactly how this night would end, but you knew you and Luke would definitely be more than neighbors or friends.

Luke walked you to your door. You unlocked it, and making a quick decision, pulled Luke into your apartment. He kicked the door shut behind him, reaching for you. He pulled you to him, and placed a light kiss on your lips. That was all the encouragement you needed.

You deepened the kiss, pulling him towards your couch. His lips were just as amazing as you’d imagined they’d be, soft and plump. You fell back onto the sofa, pulling Luke on top of you.

You continued kissing, then Luke dropped his head down, kissing and nibbling your ear and neck. You pushed your fingers through his hair, which was so soft, and pulled his mouth back to yours.

Luke began to run his hands down your body, stopping to squeeze your hips, then continuing down your legs. He found the hem of your dress, slipping a hand underneath and caressing your thigh.

You had moved your hands from his hair down toward his back, lightly scratching his neck with your nails causing him to moan. His hand continued to travel up your thigh. When he reached the top of your thigh, his hand moved to the back of your thigh and slipped higher, squeezing. You groaned, sliding your hands down his back and pulling him closer to you.

In your mind you were thinking you should slow down, but everything felt so good. His hands felt wonderful, caressing your body and making it very difficult to have a coherent thought. And did you mention those luscious lips of his?

You both finally had to come up for air. You both lay there, breathing hard. Luke must have sensed that you were hesitant about continuing because he sat up, pulling you with him. He sat in the corner of the sofa, pulling you to him so that your head rested on his chest. You sat in silence for a moment, him rubbing your shoulder while you cuddle up next to him.

Finally he said, “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to rush you.”

“Oh god. Luke, no. You didn’t rush me. I…I was enjoying the moment, but I…I guess in the end I do want to take it slow. We’ve only known each other for a couple of weeks, and I don’t want to screw things up by rushing this. Does that sound stupid?” You asked, looking up at him.

Luke smiled and pushed a stray hair out of your face, “Of course it isn’t stupid. I actually feel the same way. I care a lot about you, and I definitely want to see where it goes. We can go as slow or fast as you want.”

You laughed, and he realized how the last thing he said sounded and laughed too. You raised up and kissed his cheek, saying, “I care about you too, Luke.”