he kissed her with everything he had

Havok appeared in a cloud of smoke in the center of his grandfather’s kitchen. Belle was there and for a moment he thought about kissing her. He than shook his head as she was married to his grandfather now. The half dragon was many things, but cruel wasn’t one of them.

Tears still flowed down his cheeks even though his features were calm. His icy dragon eyes were a storm of emotions. Lose, anger, hate and utter brokenness all swirling together. He needed someone to hold him, someone to tell him everything would be OK. That being the Dark One would destroy him like it had those that had come before him.


Simon laughed, and Isabelle bent down and kissed him again. This time he reached up to draw her down, and they wrapped themselves around each other, tangled in blankets, kissing and whispering. He lost himself in the pleasure of the taste of her mouth, the curve of her hip under his hand, the warm skin of her back. He forgot that they were in a demon realm, that they were going into battle the next day, that they might never see home again: Everything faded away and was Isabelle.
“WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING?” There was a sound of shattering glass, and they both sat up to see Alec glaring at them. He had dropped the empty bottle of wine he had been carrying, and there were bits of sparkly glass all over the cave floor. “WHY CAN’T YOU GO SOMEWHERE ELSE TO DO THESE HORRIBLE THINGS? MY EYES.”
“It’s a demon realm, Alec,” Isabelle said. “There’s nowhere for us to go.”
“And you said I should look after her—” Simon began, then realized that would not be a productive line of conversation, and shut up.
Alec flopped down on the opposite side of the fire and glared at them both. “And where have Jace and Clary gone?”
“Ah,” said Simon delicately. “Who can say …”
“Straight people,” Alec declared. “Why can’t they control themselves?”
“It’s a mystery,” Simon agreed, and lay back down to sleep.
—  City of Heavenly Fire

bts!7 rings of hell au: part 1/7

yoongi as lust;

… But to that second circle of sad hell,
Where ‘mid the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw
Of rain and hail-stones, lovers need not tell
Their sorrows. Pale were the sweet lips I saw,
Pale were the lips I kiss’d, and fair the form
I floated with, about that melancholy storm.

The man pressed a finger to his temple in an attempt to shake the migraine that was riddling him as he laid next to the bare woman. He felt as though everything had been drained from him. Staring up at the peeling wallpaper that was installed onto the ceiling, he realised that he had left the stove on.

What never passed through his mind was the woman whom he loved that he had left alone, his side of the bed cold.

Bed shifting under her weight, she leant on her elbows looking up at him as if he had saved her, “Don’t leave. Stay with me a little bit longer.”

“You know I can’t do that,” He growled.

She bit her lip. Somehow even after agreeing that they would never develop feelings for one another, she felt herself drawn to him as if a rope had been tied from him to her. It felt like a noose.

Yet, even after seeing the longing in her eyes, he collected his undergarments and jeans from the floor and never once turned back to the girl he had just been inside.

Walking through the streets, Yoongi felt the wind roaring in his ears, just like always as he took the walk back to his wife’s apartment. Currents bounced through his brain and he felt the sting of condemnation. How could he possibly rest when he felt the whirlwind in his chest heaving through his throat?

Frames cluttered the walls of his and his wife’s home and every time he made the walk of shame back from his Other, Yoongi made sure to look at each one. Agnes didn’t like that title, but that was what she truly was. The Other one. Walking through the kitchen, he made sure to switch the stove off.

It wasn’t as if his sexual desires were not being fulfilled, it wasn’t at all. If Min Yoongi thought about it, he didn’t know why he fucks someone other than her every Saturday night. It was as if something had guided him through the house, slipping on his shoes and shouldering his coat, getting him out of the door and into somebody else’s bed. Maybe it was something called Lust.

Yoongi shrugged his clothes off and slipped into bed beside his resting wife and wrapped his arms around her. She turned to him and gave him a small smile, “You’re home.”

His face was blank as he replied, “I’m home.”

He scattered hard kisses across her collarbone and shifted his body on top of her. Bruises were being marked onto her body and Yoongi felt as if every new mark he made was a reminder of every night he slept with the wrong woman. He wondered if these bruises were under her skin the whole time; never physically seen on her skin, but always there.

So as Yoongi felt her legs quake as he rocked into her he muttered a small, “I love you, you know that?”

She looked up at him with shining eyes, “I love you more.”

Maybe, Yoongi thought, she was right.

Simon laughed, and Isabelle bent down and kissed him again. This time he reached up to draw her down, and they wrapped themselves around each other, tangled in blankets, kissing and whispering. He lost himself in the pleasure of the taste of her mouth, the curve of her hip under his hand, the warm skin of her back. He forgot that they were in a demon realm, that they were going into battle the next day, that they may never see home again: Everything faded away and was Isabelle.
“WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING?” There was a sound of shattering glass, and they both sat up to see Alec glaring at them. He had dropped the empty bottle of wine he had been carrying, and there were bits of sparkly glass all over the cave floor. “WHY CAN’T YOU GO SOMEWHERE ELSE TO DO THESE HORRIBLE THINGS? MY EYES.”

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Yet, she knew better.

Tonight was about more than sinful pleasures.

“Crazy how much has changed in a year,” she mused, with one last glance at herself before turning back to the bed where she’d placed her small clutch. While looking through the bag to make sure she had everything she needed, she felt Castle feather the slightest of kisses against the base of her neck. The touch sent a spark through each of her nerve endings, leaving goose bumps in its wake. She twisted around to his mouth stretched wide in a grin. Bastard knew exactly the effect that he had on her.

“I can’t imagine what you mean,” he teased, his fingers dancing down the bare skin of her arms.

“Don’t be smug.”


“This wasn’t her typical scene, but she swallowed down the hesitation and painted on a smile. After all, he did all of this for her, to honor her mom.” - Season 3 AU based around the time of the Johanna Beckett Scholarship Benefit. *2015 Winter Castle Ficathon*

Cover art courtesy of the wonderful @toparisbytrain


Thanks so much for reading!!!

anonymous asked:

Hi! I know you're probably overloaded with reaction requests, but I can't help but send this one because it's so cute! What do you think the romanced companions reactions would be if little synth Shaun asked them for a good night kiss on the forehead while Sole's away?

So, I didn’t add Maxson on this one because I feel like he just wouldn’t do it. Maybe given time he would but he’d have to unlearn everything the Brotherhood taught him. 

Preston: He’s a bit surprised at first, not sure what to do. He quickly pulls himself together, giving Shaun a kiss on the forehead with a smile. “Night lil’ guy, sleep tight.”

Piper: She has to fake a cough to cover her soft “aww!” She always gives Nat a goodnight kiss, so she see’s this as no different. She gives him a quick smooch, ruffling his hair and pulling his blankets up around him. 

Cait: She’s never had a “goodnight kiss”, other than the “kisses” from Sole. She’s awkward as she leans over him, pressing her lips to his forehead quickly, before pulling away. “G’night kid.” She says, before leaving. 

Curie: She’s tucking him into bed when he asks, looking at her with his big eyes just like Sole’s. Of course she says yes, brushing his hair back as she kisses his forehead. She makes sure he’s comfortable before she goes, fluffing his pillow and tucking him in. 

Deacon: “You got it lil’ dude.” He says, before giving him a kiss and a quick hug. He’s got a soft spot for Shaun, though he’ll never admit it. 

Danse: It’s awkward and at first he refuses, saying he doesn’t really know how and he’s not Sole and…fine. It’s quick and soft, followed by his large hand ruffling Shaun’s hair with a small smile. 

Hancock: He’s a bit shocked that Shaun asks, wondering if having his ugly mug being the last thing he sees before going to sleep is the best thing, but he obliges. He kisses his forehead softly, leaving with a “Don’t let the radroach’s bite.” Yea, that probably wasn’t the best thing to say to the kid. 

Nick: “All right kid.” He says, giving Shaun a gentle kiss on the forehead, no fuss, no hassle. He checks in on him a few times during the night, making sure he’s alright. 

MacCready: He’s a bit weirded out at first, simply because he hasn’t really gotten close to Shaun yet. He does, however, give him a goodnight kiss, tucking him in and telling him he’s in the other room if he needs him.

Sturges: He gives him a quick kiss on the forehead, tickling him before he goes and pulling the blanket up around him. “Night bud, sleep tight,” He says, leaving the door open a crack 

Coming home: Shosh and Jen
  • Josh:Josh couldn't wait to get home, he had really missed Shay and felt bad for everything. All he wanted was to hold her and kiss her and tell her everything would be okay. When he pulled in, he noticed Jen's car and rolled his eyes a little. He knew his best friend would be here to lecture him. He grabbed their sleeping daughter out if the back and headed upstairs, first, placing her in her crib and then going to their bedroom. Seeing his girlfriend in bed with his best friend, who was also her ex, really pulled at a nerve, but he tried to remain calm. "Really, guys? You had to hang out in bed?" He asked, more hurt than angry. "Shay's not even fully dressed." He sighed.
SNK spoilers, ch 78

This time I’m literally…

Reiner! My precious child is aliiiive! And successfully heals!

And my lovely son Bertholdt is finally here too! Oh, God! He could have shift and just kill everyone, but he didn’t! Moreover he tried to speak with Armin, who proved himself as the most wise and intelligent person of AOT once again! But then Mikasa showed up and ruined everything…

I knew that was to good to be true T_T
And now everyone hates him for kissing her in the face with his boot.
But, hey! Bert could have try to kill her (like she did that to him), he had all chances to do so, but he didn’t. And that kick was pretty fair, she’s just fucking cut his ear off ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ What did you expect from him? Or he was supposed to just let her kill him? This is ridiculous!

I’m not gonna blame her, or call her stupid. From her point of view that was a right decision. But her actions are gonna have some serious consequences. She provoked him to shift and turn into a Bertbomb, and somebody is probably gonna die because of it.

And WOW, Armin is rumored to decide to switch sides? That’s unexpectedly and f*cking interesting! Armin is the most wise and clever character of AOT, and I truly believe that if he’s gonna do that, it will be the right thing to do. Even if it’s gonna cost him his friendship with Eren…

Besides, I’d really like to see Reiner’s and Bert’s village. Maybe this is the place where we can finally get the answers. And maybe Armin, not Eren, is gonna be the one who will find them. At least I hope so, Armin is the only one who thinks before doing smth. 

As for Bertholdt… I love you, Bert, you’re my precious baby. You’re my cute sweaty son, sweet cinnamon roll who was forced to do a lot of shit. And though you have never been my fav, I have a lot of sympathy towards you. As I’ve already said in one of my previous posts, I’m not gonna hate you or Reiner and I’m not gonna judge you until we know the whole truth, your story.

As for the RBA’s haters….

Suck it! They are still aliiive ~

So… I’m pretty satisfied with it. Everyone is still alive, and I think I can live with that another month ^_^

Blank Canvas

Summary: Dan is an extremely talented but unrecognized tattoo artist, his body a black and white masterpiece. Phil, on the other hand, has everything against tattoos. When he’s dragged along to his sister’s addition to her collection of ink, he realizes that perhaps turning one’s body from a blank canvas into a work of art is something to find beautiful instead of repulsive.

a/n i rlly dont have much to sya other than thanks to @weedsintowishes for being my beta,, fangz fam

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: smut, angst, swearing

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It had been just a week. Only seven long, dragging days since Phil had seen Dan. Phil craved the taste of his kiss, the way he smirked before leaning in to touch his lips with his own, the feel of his damp curls between his fingers.

It had been a week since Phil had seen Dan, but that didn’t mean they hadn’t talked. Phil’s phone was constantly blowing up with texts from him.

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100 Themes Challenge Writing Prompts: Emotion List
#76: Thankful
Pairing: Emma/Killian


Looking back, she thinks she spent too much time pushing him away. 

She knew how he felt long before she let herself really feel anything in return. There had been heat, sure, and a connection that she couldn’t deny, but she’d kept him at arm’s length for so long. She’d been scared, and she’d ran. 

She’d turned away when he stepped closer; when his tone had turned too serious, she’d brushed him off. 

Through everything, he’d stayed. Over and over, he had followed close behind, but never too close. He had never once faltered.

Now, every second she spends with him makes her want all of those moments back. 

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Love doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints - Adele&Max

Max wasn’t quite sure when Adele moved in, but she was there every night. She stayed there even when he wasn’t, and her items had even found themselves at home. Everything had been going smoothly since she agreed to stay with him just several days ago. They had kept their hands to themselves for the most part, with only lingering kisses and fingers winding together. The first time they had any sort of problem living together came after Max emerged from the bathroom, hair still wet from the rinse off he had given himself. There was a look in Adele’s eyes that he couldn’t quite place, nor did he understand the meaning of. “Um.”

Love You Goodbye (Pt 1)

Author: the-little-ladybug-that-could

 Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

 Ship: “The Square”

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“I love you, Ladybug.”

The red and black polka-dotted heroine stands still, almost as if she is paralyzed. Just moments ago, her and Chat Noir, her partner, for crying out loud, had been kissing- which is (or, was) against everything she believes in- and now, this. Her luck has definitely failed her tonight.
This wasn’t the first time the mischievous cat had confessed his love for her, it was actually quite common, and frankly, quite obvious, but given the circumstances…She begins to cry. 
In a moment Chat is by her side. “My Lady,” he frowns. “Did I do something wrong?”

She nods, trying to find her voice. “Yes,” she replies quietly. “Yes you did.” He tucks a strand of dark hair behind her ear, trying to soothe her but not overwhelm her. 

“What did I do? How can i fix it?”

She shakes him away from her, becoming defensive. “You can’t just do things like that, Chat!”

“Meow-ch,” he pouts, apologizing as Ladybug throws a glare his way. Now is obviously not the time for puns.

“You can’t just kiss me,” she continues, running a hand frantically through her bangs. He watches her as she fusses, admiring her even in this state. 

“Why not? You kissed back?”

She screams in frustration. At this point, she’s wanting to pull her pigtails out. She could just hit him right now, punch that smug smile right off of him, lay her fist heavy against those lips of his. Those pink, kissable lips that are softer than she could have ever dreamed. She found herself wanting to kiss them again, and the thought angered her more. She couldn’t love him! Her heart belonged to Adrien- not that he was aware, of course. Maybe, she thinks, she should let Adrien go. Maybe its for the best. He has never noticed her, anyway. At least Chat paid attention to her, right? And not just as Ladybug, but as Marinette, too. How could she forget all those nights of her and Chat in her bedroom, teasing and flirting, all the tender touches and lingering gazes, the hugs that lasted minutes too long. Those were memories that could not be replaced, feelings that could not be ignored. But there was still Adrien.

“It was a mistake.” She says. 

Chat stares at her for a moment, silent. All that can be heard is the faint honking of the cars below on city streets.


“What do you mean, ‘How?’ We are partners, Chat Noir. Did you forget that?”

The tall boy crosses his arms against his chest, looking away from her. “You seemed to forget for a moment when you were kissing me back.”

She lets out an exasperated sigh.”I like someone else, C-”

“Let me guess,” he butts in. He looks at her now, his green eyes darker than usual, his face growing dark beneath the mask. “Adrien, is it?” she flinches at the harshness of the name mentioned, earning a scoff from him. “Of course. You like the model boy. Just like everyone else, so typical, I should have known.”

“Excuse you?”

Chat throws his hands up in the air, feeling defeated, hurt. But he can’t contain his feelings any longer. All this fighting, this internal battle he’s been dealing with over which girl to choose- Marinette or Ladybug. Why couldn’t he have them both? He thought that Marinette had been the one person to like him as he was, but he had screwed that up big time. Why did he have to flirt with her as his alter ego? Why couldn’t Adrien be Chat, or maybe even the other way around? Heck, why did he have to be Chat in the first place? If he had been just Adrien, he never would have met Ladybug. Maybe Marinette would love him for Adrien, not Chat. Maybe he could finally be happy, and have what he wanted. But Heaven knows that was not at all what he wanted. A life without Ladybug would be terrible, and a life without Marinette would be just as bad.

“What’s so special about him, anyway?” He paces on top of the building, surely wearing holes into the soles of his shoes. “What does he have that I don’t? He may love you, Ladybug, but I do, too. Why can’t you even recognize that? Why is it that you can’t love me back?” By now his voice is echoing throughout the city. “I’ve kept my distance, like you asked. My heart belongs to you, Ladybug. It always has and it always will!” His voice cracks, but he doesn’t care. The battle that’s been raging inside of him has broken out into a total war, but either way he’s losing. He walks to her and looks down, cupping her cheek in his giant palm. Never has she looked so small, so delicate. Her eyes are watering, but so are his. “Why can’t you just love me back?”

A tear strains down her cheek. He wipes it away gently with his thumb, his heart aching more now. How could he have made his Lady cry?

She shakes her head, forcing a smile, a laugh. “You don’t love me, Silly Kitty.”

“No. I do love you, Ladybug. I do.”

She pulls away from his touch, her blue eyes now an ocean of tears. She lets her guard down as her timer runs out, and she transforms back to Marinette before his eyes. She keeps her gaze on the floor, not wanting to look at him after this transformation. 

“I fell for you, Chat.” She states after a long moment of silence. “I fell for you both as Marinette and Ladybug. And I..I thought that maybe you could love both parts of me, that I could reveal my true self to you, and we could make things work.” She swallows the lump in her throat, trying so hard not to choke on her words. “But its clear who you picked, and it wasn’t me. Marinette is important, too, you know, and I can’t go on pretending anymore. I c-can’t keep pretending that it doesn’t bother me, because it does. All I wanted was to be noticed, to be loved for me, but all Adrien saw was the girl behind the mask. A-and you made me believe that I was special, Chat. I felt important as Marinette for once. I wasn’t plain, or too shy, or too big of a klutz. I could be me around you and it was the best thing I’ve had in a long, long time. But its clear that even that wasn’t good enough compared to the mysterious lady in red.” 

Chat looks down at her, mouth agape, speechless. His eyes begin to water terribly. How is he supposed to respond to this? This should be a dream come true- two in one, the girls he loved just so happened to be the same girl, after all. And not only that, but she loved both parts of him, too. 

“Lady- I mean, Mari-”

She shushes him with the wave of a hand. “Don’t call me that, please.” She takes the earrings out, the things that make her a superhero. Tikki and Chat gasp, both watching in horror. What was she thinking? Marinette holds the tiny circles in her palm, salt water dripping onto the jewelry. “That’s not who I am, not anymore. From now on, I’m me. Just Marinette.”

anonymous asked:

For the Caryl fluff fest: How do they cheer each other up?

Surprisingly enough, for Daryl it’s all about touch.

He’s spent his whole life associating physical contact with pain or at least discomfort, so everything about his relationship with Carol is just so new and surprising to him in this regard. When he’s down, having a rough time, or hurting, Carol (who’s naturally affectionate when they’re alone anyway – it’s just her nature) invents reasons to touch him. A quick neckrub while he’s fighting with the laces of his boots. A gentle kiss above his eyebrow while he’s telling her about the tiny walkers he had to put down. A warm hand on his knee under the dinner table when she can tell he’s holding his entire body way too stiffly. (That alone makes his shoulders relax, reminds him to take slower, deeper breaths.) A brush of her fingers through his hair before she kisses him goodnight. A full-body snuggle when even a long hot shower can’t wash away the awfulness of his day. Because nothing cheers him up like falling asleep with her hand all relaxed on his shoulder and the magical vanilla smell of her hair washing over him every time he breathes in.

For Carol, it depends on the severity of the situation.

For minor issues, Daryl discovers (to his delight) that it’s actually best to help her eat her feelings. Nothing makes her smile like some stale Milk Duds or a piece of dark chocolate. Potato chips are also good – bonus points if they’re sour cream and onion. She always felt uncomfortable eating in front of Ed (because he never had a positive word to say about her appearance), so the absolute pleasure Daryl takes in bringing her food and watching her enjoy it warms her from the inside out.

For more serious stuff, Daryl learns that he makes the most progress by just being there. She’ll clam up with any questioning or pressure, so he puts himself unobtrusively in her physical space and waits. If she’s doing a crossword puzzle in the chair, he’ll sit on the bed and read until she says something (which she always does, though it might take half an hour – he doesn’t mind). If she’s making something in the kitchen, he’ll invent a reason to stay there, weatherproofing his boots or fixing his bolts or whatever. His silent support calms her until she’s ready to talk about whatever’s bothering her.

And then maybe he gives her more chocolate. Or a quickie. Or both;)

Back in Auranos

Summary: Once Cleo and Magnus arrive in Auranos, they decide to make up for lost time.

Rating: R, because this is all @isabellefanfic‘s fault. :,D

“You’re so beautiful, Cleo.”

Magnus’s whisper in her ear, his hot breath sliding across her skin, caused Cleo to shudder pleasantly. She twisted his face back to hers and kissed him deeply. The sound he made in the back of his throat was low and dark—almost a growl.

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As head over heels for Holly as Conrad was, he was also sexually attracted to her in ways that he couldn’t admit out loud without flushing a deep shade of red. He had wanted to take her on a date, pick her up, bring her flowers, show her a good time. But she had decided to be such a damn tease and there was nothing Conrad could do to save himself. The poor guy was drowning in everything Holly Jacobs, needing to feel her skin, kiss her lips, take those damn panties off of her that she had so teasingly sent him a picture of. Damn her. Damn her for not letting him have one moment of pure thoughts. –It wasn’t all that bad, but his mother would be so disappointed if she ever knew what he was thinking when it came to this girl. Good thing Amelia Mitchell was not a mind reader, but Conrad? Conrad was destined for hell with the thoughts running through his brain. Hell or a car accident with the way he sped to her place, parking his truck haphazardly, and climbing out into the street with the most uncomfortable strain in his pants. Making it to the door, Conrad stopped for a moment, deciding whether to try and see if the handle was locked or just burst on through, although the pros outweighed the cons and he just decided to go for it. “Holly, I swear–”



They took a stroll through the bluffs before going to his car, Anika had been wanting to go again ever since she and Anastasia met up there. 

Anika kept walking when Drew grabbed her by her hand and twirled her around to face him.

“What’s wrong?” She asked.

“Nothing is wrong, everything is right, right now.” He mentioned before kissing her. When he pulled away she gave him a funny look. 

“I’m not sure what’s gotten into you,” She mentioned as she playfully pranced around him. “but I like it.”

“You’re what’s gotten into me, Anika. I’ve fallen completely in love with you.”

He pulled her into him again, grabbing her thigh and hiking it up on his hip. He feverishly kissed her and sh was into it. But before they could go any further, she gently pushed him away.

“We should go home. As freaky and sexy as public sex sounds, it’s entirely too cold—”

“What the hell is this?”

Everything Before Us (2/?) - I Had A Feeling We Could Be Someone

“Hi love.”

She presses a kiss to his shoulder, trying not to laugh at his signature I’m pissed at you don’t talk to me move.

He exaggerates his deep breathing, so she knows he’s awake, and seething mad and she bites back a smile, removing her denim overcoat and throwing it to the foot of the bed.

He still doesn’t move, but he was beautiful.

All sinews and crooks, planes and lines, and she traces his deltoid ridge, down to his triceps and she pretends she doesn’t feel the muscle tense and quiver under her index finger that was ghosting over his skin.

“Are you still mad?”

He still feigns sleep so she grins even wider and she wraps her arm around his, spooning him to the best of her ability because her boyfriend… and she felt a thrill zip through her body at that thought, her boyfriend was a fairly muscular man, and she can’t really wrap all of him in her arms.

She buries her face in his back, right where is shoulder blades meet and when he still doesn’t move, she grazes her teeth over his nape and he shivers.

“I know you’re awake love.”

“No I’m not.”

He answers petulantly as he uses his butt to shove her away from him and she grins and clings on to him tighter.

“Come on… you can’t possibly be mad at me.”

“I am mad at you.”

“Really? What can I do to make it up to you.”

The arm she wrapped around him moves lower hitting his hard abdomen but he catches her hand there and turns over, using his momentum to pin her hands in between them.

“Oh no Naddie, you’re not getting out of that just like that.”

“James… NO JAMES!”

She burst out in a loud giggle as James grabbed both of her hands in one of his, pinning them above her head and attacking her body with tickles.

“Stop! STOP! I call uncle! Uncle!”

She was breathless, and giddy and so in love and there were all these endorphins rushing into her and she wrapped her legs around him and caused him to crash down on her, with her hands pinned above them and he’s smiling, and she’s gasping for air, and then they’re laughing together.

He lets go of her hands and cups her face, tilting it up so he can press his lips against hers and she responds enthusiastically.

How is it possible that they’ve only been separated for a day and she misses him like crazy?

She broke the kiss and grinned as he sighed and pressed a kiss to her forehead and then leaned his own against hers to look into her eyes.

His hands were fiddling with the ends of her hair and she’s grinning at him and he’s grinning back and she tackles him so he’s lying on his back and she’s resting on him.

“Sorry na love.”

“You knew Ate Ca was coming into that closet, my love.”

“I thought it was funny!”

“I had my pants down my butt!”

“What you were the one who said you wanted us to go public!”

His eyes softened and he understood, this was so much more than just about the closet.

“Naddie. I’m proud to have you as my girlfriend, but I’d rather not tell people about us by them catching us in that kind of position.”

Her eyes hooded and he sighed, twisting her hair with his fingers and lifting her chin to him.

“Why? Why are you doing this.”

“It’s just that…”

On a huff she rolls off of him and settles beside him, her hands seeking his and they lie there, side by side and he cranes his neck to look at her and she turns to look at him too, allowing him to see all her fears.

“You were with all of them like that. And they were all… bragging about it. I just… I don’t want them to look at me and think… I’m better than her. I want them to see just how much I make you burn. And it’s selfish, and it’s stupid, and it’s completely irrational. But… I love you. And sometimes loving you isn’t easy, because so many people want to take you away from me. I know it’s small and low of me but I want them to know, they can’t make you feel the way I do.”

She was right.

It was low of her.

It was stupid of her.

It was wrong of her to equate what they had to something as casual as that, as simple as a random romp in the sheets.

It was wrong of her to think she was just a body, and that she had to compete with everyone else.

But he was glad she told him anyway. Because this is the way they can move forward from both of their pasts.

By being honest about how they feel. And swallowing their pride.

“I get how you feel. I mean, love, have you seen you? There are so many guys beating down my door and asking about you and I can’t exactly tell them you’re mine… through no fault of my own. But… even so. I don’t want you to think that that’s what our relationship is about. I don’t want you to think that I’m in this because you’re hot and I desire you… which I do, but my point is, it’s not your body I desire. Because even when we’re 90 and everything is saggy and wrinkly, I will look at you, and I will see the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen still. Because Naddie, who I love is you, all of you, your mind, your laugh, your strength, your love. You. I love you. It doesn’t matter what package you come in, so you don’t have to feel the need to tell people I desire you, because Naddie, I love you. Only you. That’s worth more than anything.”

Her throat closed and the words stuck in her throat because he was talking about growing old and loving her, and loving all of her and after a day of hearing  about Julia Barretto it was exactly what she needed to hear 

She clucked her tongue and moved closer to him, burying her face in the crook of his neck and hugging him tight.

“I still want them to back off you though. Ugh, I’m so shallow.”

“I’ve got an idea.”

She pulls back to look at him and he has that grin on his face, that let her know he was up to something… wicked.

“Are you sure-”

“Just post the photo Nadine.”

“It’s my bare leg! With socks. On a bed. With your shirt. AND YOU SAID I WANTED TO STAY IN BED ALL DAY! That’s like… a hundred innuendos in one post.”

He raised his eyebrows as he laid his hands on her legs.

“Do you want them to know that I’m yours?”


“Do you want to make love right now?”


“Then post the freaking photo!”

She giggled as she tapped the check on her screen and leapt up to hold him close.

As a matter of fact they didn’t make love that night.

James ended up having a craving for pasta and the fourth Harry Potter movie was on TV and she ended up having her socked feet on his lap as he quoted the lines from every single character that lead her to throw pop corn into his mouth.

It didn’t matter though.

She knew, moments like this meant more to him now.

And she’ll never doubt him on that score again.

He’s changing, and so was she, and today, she began to accept that maybe… just maybe… people can change for the better.

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Seeing how much she liked him just painted his face with the brightest smile onto his lips. Even the kiss made him grin even wider. “I am glad you like them! When i saw them i just had to buy them for you. Since they reminded me of you..” Making her smile made him even more fun than taking pictures. Afterall she was the woman he loved and he wanted to do everything to make her happy.

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2: all over kiss 

               His first kiss lands on the tips of her fingertips before traveling down to the palm of her hand. Like his they are instruments of creation, calloused from hours spent clutching tools of the trade. However, whereas he simply made art she did so much more with hers. She saved people, was the unknown force behind Paris’ heroine, and her hands were vital in making that happen. He kisses the slender appendage again just for that and he hears Marinette sigh in response. Marinette and Ladybug had always shared the same strength in his eyes and when he discovered that they were one in the same everything just made all the more sense.

               The next kiss is even gentler than the previous, his lips going to softly caress the skin of her wrist. Under his lips the redhead can imagine the thrum of her pulse, and once again he’s thankful of the reminder that she’s alive and well. The fear from before makes a brief reappearance and this time he’s the one that sighs. He closes his eyes and lingers at this spot for a moment, just taking in the comfort of her scent and warmth. Being a hero was dangerous business, and sometimes he couldn’t help but be very scared of losing her. It had come as a shock to him when he first found out that heroes could bleed.

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Cute Couple Moments

-Five year old Finnick, giving ‘The Pretty Girl On The Beach’ a flower, because he secretly likes her, and becoming best friends.

-Crying when Finnick had to go into the games.

-Him finding you on the beach when he comes back, and kissing you repeatedly

-Secretly being Married, with Snow not knowing anything.

-Evening walks on the beach, Finnick confiding everything in you.

-The Capitol taking you, after the Quarter Quell, and holding you. Finnick cried when he found out.

-When they saved you, Finnick wouldn't wait, and the nurses had to work around him holding you.