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a Fatal_Error has Occurred: The Beginning - Part 11 (END)

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Our True Love - Chapter 14

A/N: Okay! So close. One more chapter after this, then a bonus chapter! We are closing up this series. But I have a feeling I might write a sequel to this series. I don’t know. What do you guys think? Would you like me to? Let me know! Anyhow, I hope you enjoy this chapter. The longest in the series!  (Sorry in advance for any grammatical errors in my stories!)

Previous Chapter(s): Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Sweet, angst and smooch (huehue still)
Word count: 5,540
Summary: Reader and Bucky doesn’t get along well after his marriage to Rosaline. Will her friendship with Bucky last or will they crumble and fade?

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I lay in bed while staring up at the ceiling. I am so exhausted.

The sun peeks out from between the curtains of my window. I turn on my phone to see the time. I see messages from my co-workers on my screen popping up, asking me where I was. I sigh out. I have three days off, man. I just came back from a business trip.

They must have brought in new files then if they are that desperate for me. I weakly get up from the bed feeling my head spinning painfully. I sniff in. My nose is blocked. Great. It was a fever after all. I felt it coming last night.

I must’ve caught them over the trip. It was probably caused by the exhaustion. I barely got any sleep last night because of what happened too.

My mind plays back the memory when Bucky and I kissed. It was so passionate and slow. I never felt anything like it before. I couldn’t get it out of my mind. I enjoyed every second of it. But it was wrong. So wrong.

I brush my fingers weakly over my lips, still remembering the way his lips moved on mine. How gentle it was. How quick it was. How passionate it was. It is as though Bucky had left a print of his lips against mine.

I hear the buzzing of my apartment doorbell. My head throbs at the noise. I didn’t want to get up, but it buzz once again after 30 seconds. I rub my temples before forcing myself out of the bed. The doorbell continues to buzz again. I’m going to punch the face of whoever it was.

“I’m coming! Geez.” I say while approaching the door and coughing out. I open the door, keeping the sliding on my door intact. Bucky’s figure stands outside of the door. My heart drops. Why didn’t I check the peephole first just now?

“Y/N.” He says.

I close the door back, but his metal arm got in the way. I bite my lower lip, leaning myself against the door. I don’t want to face him right now. Not when my head is throbbing like crazy.

“Y/N, open the door, please.” He pleads to me. I close my eyes, trying so hard not to think about the kiss.

“What do you want?” I ask him.

“I want to see you.” He says quietly. “Please.”

I sigh out. I can’t argue with him even if I wanted to. My head is spinning. He can even just bust the door down without hesitating if he wanted to.

“Remove your arm.” I say. When he did, I close the door back and remove the slider. After Bucky enters, I lean against the door to support myself as I lock the door. He looks over at me with concern in his eyes.

“Are you okay?” He asks. I wave him off while wobbling my way to the kitchen.

“Yeah, a little fever.” I say. My vision blurs a little. I lean on the counter to catch my breath. I suddenly feel hands wrapping around my arm.

“You have a high fever, Y/N. Let’s get you to bed.” He says, feeling the temperature of my body. I shake my head.

“No no. I’m fi—” I let out a cough from the itch in my throat. He sighs and without a word, swoops me up in one motion. I gasp. He carries me towards my bedroom.

“Bucky! Bucky put me down!” I try to yell out, but my coughs kept getting in the way. He lays me down in my bed gently before putting the covers over me. He places his flesh hand over my forehead.

“About 103. That is quite high, Y/N.” He says before disappearing out the door. I hear him opening several cabinets in the bathroom followed by running water. He comes back with a small damp towel. He places it over my forehead, pressing his wet hands against my neck.

“Why didn’t you tell me you have a fever?” He asks worriedly.

You showed up unannounced after kissing me last night and you expect me to tell you that I have a damn fever the next morning, thinking that I have no guilt whatsoever? How are you here and not with your wife? Then I’m still pissed at you for keeping me in the dark for over a month. Suddenly, when I try to talk to you, you tell me to go home. After that you…

I rant inside my own mind, but my voice isn’t anywhere to be found.

“I’ll be back. Get some rest.” He says.

I don’t know what to make of this. He doesn’t act like anything had happened last night between us. Did he forget about the kiss? As he disappears out the door, I close my eyes. There’s a little hint of lavender scent in the room.

• • •

“Y/N?”

I hear his voice calling out for me. I flutter my eyes open to find Bucky back. What time is it? I can smell something that is quite nice too.

He supports my back to help me sit up. I rest myself against the headboard of my bed with a pillow on my back. Oh the splitting headache. Is this what Bucky felt during those times he gets them?

“Eat then drink this medicine.” I look at the bowl of porridge on a tray. Bucky places it on my lap carefully. I raise an eyebrow before looking at him.

“Did you make this?” I ask him.

He blushes a little before running his finger through his hair. There were little stains on his shirt. I manage a weak smile. That’s very sweet of him to cook for me. But, I can only imagine what kind of mess he left in that kitchen.

“I tried. I looked it up.” He says. I take the first sip of the porridge. A little too salty, but good nonetheless. I nod, liking the taste. He breathes out a sigh of relief. I take another spoon of the porridge, forcing the food down my itching throat. I wasn’t in the mood to eat, but Bucky didn’t leave until I was done.

“Oh yeah…” I say to him. He looks up at me.

“What did you need to see me for?” I ask, looking at him. He gives me a warm smile. I was surprised to see it.

“Later. Right now you aren’t well. You should get all the rest you need.” He says lovingly while running his hand down my hair.

I nod slowly agreeing him. Whatever he does need to discuss might give me another splitting headache anyways. But that tone. That tone was too sweet for me to process. It did made my heart flutter, but, why is he being so sweet to me?

After he gives me the medicine, he lays me back down on the bed. Before I knew it, I dozed off once again.

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I had a rather odd dream.

I don’t know what time it was, but it felt as though it was getting dark. My arm is hanging off the bed. No, not hanging. Someone was holding it. Holding my hand in theirs. I feel something rough brushing over the palm of my hands. My thumb twitches a little at the sensation. Then I feel something warm and soft against my palm. It feels so familiar.

I don’t know what that was, but it made me feel so peaceful, so loved.

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I woke up to the sound of a yell. It sounded like it came from the living room. I look at the time on my phone: Half past 2 in the morning. Damn. How long was I asleep? My strength had returned a little from the meal Bucky gave earlier. I force myself from the bed when I hear the yell again. It was a yell I’m all too familiar with.

My body shivers as soon as I step outside of my room. It is freezing cold in this house. I walk into the dark living room. Bucky is sleeping on my couch. No pillow, no blanket. How is he not cold? I look closer. I can see sweat dripping from his forehead. His shirt was practically soaked from all the sweat.

Bucky groans and tosses on the couch again. His sweat soaking into the cushions. He grips onto the fabric of the couch before letting out another painful yell. I lean down quickly and shake him awake.

“Bucky, wake up!” I call out weakly.

His eyelids flew open and his eyes were dilated again. He grabs my hand quickly before pinning me down tightly onto the couch. Ow. My head spins and I felt the contents of my stomach threatening to spill out.

“Y/N!” He yells out letting me go. I take a deep breath, calming myself down. That knocked the wind out of me since I was still a little sick. He leans over the couch a little, placing a hand on his forehead.

“Which dream was it?” I ask looking at him, still lying down on the couch. My eyeballs feel like they are spinning around so much. I take another deep breath and feel a little better. His gaze finds mine, but he says nothing.  

“I’m so sorry…” Out of nowhere, he picks me up, holding me against his chest with my head resting on his shoulder. My heart races. I can feel his cheek pressing against the top of my head. I froze. I couldn’t move if I wanted to.

“I’m so sorry.” He repeats as he takes me back to my room. I didn’t even answer. I just closed my eyes and leaned into him. It feels nice to be close to him like this again. He lays me back down before wetting the towel in the bowl of water.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He says, still feeling guilty. I shake my head. He wrings the towel and fold it wide enough to cover my forehead.

“It’s ok, Bucky.” I say weakly.

“Get some sleep.” He says, brushing the wet strands of hair away from my forehead with his metal hand before putting the towel on it. Despite the nature of it, it felt gentle and warm against my skin. As he is about to leave, I grab onto his hand. He looks at me surprised.

“Sleep here.” I say simply with my eyes closed.

I don’t know what made me say that, but all I know is I don’t want him to sleep alone out there. Nor do I want to sleep alone in here. I can feel his eyes on me as his hand wraps around mine in return. He moves to sit down on the floor, still holding my hand.

“No.”

I pat to the space next to me. There’s more than enough space on my bed for him to sleep on. Even though my eyes were closed, I can feel the intensity of his stare towards me.

“Are you sure?” He asks with a gentle voice. His flesh hand gently brushes over my hair. I nod slowly, feeling myself drifting off a little. The bed shifts under his weight as he lays down next to me. His hand never losing that grip it had on my own hand.

I don’t know what happened after that. All I know is that I woke up the next morning to Bucky’s bare chest right in front of me. His arms are coiled around me while my arms were around him. He had nuzzled his face into the crown of my head. My heart beats fast at the sight before I quickly pull myself away from him. I sit on my bed to watch him still sleeping. His sweat soaked shirt thrown onto the floor.

I feel a lot better than yesterday. The headache is gone, but the sniffs and itchy throat are still there. I watch him shift around in the bed, sleeping rather peacefully. I cover my face in my hands as I press my back into the wall.

“Again, Y/N? With another woman’s husband? Are you serious?” I whisper to myself. Cursing at the fact that I am taking advantage of Bucky’s kindness.

I run my fingers through my greasy hair. I must look like a mess. I look back at his topless body. I blush at the sight of his chest. My eyes trail down to his pecs then back up to his metal arm. He’s so beautiful…

My breath caught in my throat. Wait, w…we didn’t do anything did we? Why was his shirt on the floor? I was still fully dressed, so that must mean we did nothing, right? But why was he half naked when it is snowing outside? Is he not cold? I am and I’m fully dressed.

I glance up to his face. His eyes are open and staring right into me.

“B…Bucky.” I say nervously and embarrassed. I hope he didn’t catch my wandering eyes just now. Bucky brushes through his hair with his fingers as he yawns.

“How are you feeling?” He asks, reaching over and holding his fingers against my neck to feel the warmth of it. My heart beats rapidly against my chest at the sensation of his skin against mine.

Just two nights ago, he had kissed that very same spot.

“A lot better. Thank you.” I answer.

“I’m sorry to trouble you.” He sits up while keeping his eyes on me.

“Next time tell me when you get sick.” He says seriously as he sits up on the bed in front of me. I blink confused. Seriously, I got it overnight, how was I supposed to tell you if you showed up first thing in the morning? Besides, how can you think I’m able to even face you after kissing you when I know you’re married?

“I can manage on my own. I’ll be fine.” I say. A brief hit of dejavu. Didn’t Bucky say what I just said that night as well? His eyes shift around in mine before he sighs out, irritated.

He tilts my face up with his metal hand before pressing his lips against mine. I widen my eyes and pull myself away, banging my head against the wall. Ach, back to the head spinning. What on Earth is he doing? I couldn’t even properly process what just happened.

“That sounded painful.” He says while rubbing the sore spot where I hit my head. I push him away from me, nearly knocking him off the bed.

“Why are you doing this?” I ask straightforward, looking at him. Tears clouding my eyes. I don’t want this. I don’t want him ruling over my emotions again. His expression doesn’t change; still that same concerned but caring face.

“Y/N, I—”

“You have a wife of your own. You can’t do this.” I say to him, reminding him of his marital status.

My feelings are mixed. Angry at him for kissing me. Happy that he finally did. Confused that he even did it. Angry at him because of what he said to me before. Happy that he is here with me. Angry at him for cheating on his wife. Confused if he even cares about his marriage. Hate that I am feeling sick. Just, everything.  

“This is wrong, Bucky. You can’t do this to Rosaline. I know your marriage isn’t that well, but that doesn’t mean you need to find someone else. You can still make it work.” I say, hurt at the fact that I may just be used by Bucky because of his loneliness. Bucky keeps his eyes fixed on me. Not saying anything.

“I want you to be happy. I know you love Rosaline and it could still work. She is very beautiful and kind and just the perfect one for you. Okay?” I say. I wait for him to say something, but he only responds by brushing the back of his fingers against my cheek. My heart flutters at the sensation of his skin against mine.

I take my pillow and press it against his bare chest to keep him away from me. He’s playing around with my emotions again. This is only hurting me more. He’s making it difficult for me to help him out with his marriage.

“Do you hear me, Bucky?? Don’t you want that happiness that you’ve always talked about?” I ask him. Nothing but silence from him. I couldn’t read the emotion on his face. A few moments of silence pass us.

“Are you done?” He asks. I blink several times, surprised at the response. He lets out a small sigh before lifting his metal hand up. The machine within his arm whirs as he spreads his fingers open. I look at it; there is no ring on his finger. I gasp.

“Bucky, wha—”

“Let me explain this time.” He says. I bite my lower lip, concern written all over my face. He takes my hand in his, rubbing his thumb over it. What kind of explanation he has for that missing ring, I’ll listen.

“Rosaline and I have divorced.” My heart drops. My face must have too but he put his metal hand up to keep me quiet.

“We have been talking about it. We were emotional and lost in memories of the past. We rushed into marriage without thinking. Unfortunately, her return also triggered new nightmares from when she was around. It was too much for me. For us.” He continues, looking down at my hand. Okay, that explains the worsening sleep pattern.  

“After that night I came over here, Rosaline decided to properly give me the help I need. But she also asked that we go through with divorce.” He says looking up at me. So, he does remember that night after all. I watch his eyes, trying to find any hint of sorrow in them.

“I agreed.” He adds. I open my mouth to protest but he cuts me off.

“She’s a psychologist after all. She knows that my heart doesn’t belong to her. And she also realizes that hers doesn’t belong to me either.”

“But, Bucky. Why? I thought you were really in love.” I say sadly. I was sad that Bucky’s one chance at happiness had slipped through his fingers.

“I wasn’t. We weren’t. We were desperate. You know that.” He says, eyes lingering around in mine. I look down, feeling a little sad that this was the aftermath of their marriage.

“Bucky… I’m so sorry.” I say genuinely. He shakes his head.

“So as we went through the divorce, she helped me out to seek the help of a specialist. The specialist put me through a treatment. It did helped me a lot. My memories improved. I started remembering more of other people that were in my life. My actual life. Not the life of Winter Soldier before. Though, his does still appear in my dreams.”

I watch him. I can see the joy in his expression. But I was still upset that they have divorced. Bucky had a chance to build a family with her, but it’s gone now. Though, he doesn’t seem to be bothered by it. By the fact that he just lost that chance of having his own family. What didn’t he fight for her? Fight to keep their marriage going?

“But the problem was, my memories of you were still hazy. Remember that time in the park?” He asks while continuing to hold my hand. That pulled me out of my own thoughts. I nod slowly.

“My memories of you were confused with memories of Rosaline. I mixed them up myself and thought that it was Rosaline. So I asked her about it those dreams. She said, with a smile, that it was you, not her. She hears me call your name out in my sleep.” My heart races again in my chest.

“He calls out your name in his sleep. I hear them.”

Steve said the exact same thing the other night. Bucky gives me his smile. The sweet smile I had seen him give Rosaline during their wedding. How am I supposed to feel right now after hearing that? Really, what am I supposed to feel right now?? I’m so confused. I’ll just listen to his explanation first.

“After that, I focused more in getting the treatment for my mind. The specialist brought me over to Canada for about a month to continue with my treatment. I had only returned last week.” My eyes widen. The anger I caged within me finally bursting free again. I pull the pillow away from him, raising it before hitting him with it as hard as I could.  

“What?? You were in Canada and you didn’t tell me?? You left me in the dark for over a month without telling me that you were out for a treatment. Then come back and telling me to ‘go home’?!” I shout at him as I hit him hard with my pillow. Nope, I still didn’t forget the terrible things he said to me a couple of nights ago.

“Then you tell me to go home when I see you! How could you?? If you think I was going to forgive you so damn easily, you’re wrong! Do you know how hurt I was??” He shields himself a moment, letting me let my anger out on him as I hit him over and over again with the pillow. Fresh tears spilling out from my eyes.

“Let me explain.” He grabs the pillow and pulls me towards him with it.

My face inches away from his. The memory of our kiss flashes through my eyes again. I pull myself away from him and letting my back press into the wall. I cross my arms over my chest. I watch him, interested in listening to his excuse. I can still feel that burning anger in my chest.

“During my stay in Canada, I realized how horrible I had been to you. Memories of our fights, my jealousy and my outbursts. I was embarrassed. So embarrassed that I prepared myself for your rejection when I get home. I saw your messages and missed calls but I didn’t dare to pick it up. So I… pushed you away.”

I raise an eyebrow. That is the lamest excuse I’ve ever heard.

“But when I heard that you and Steve were in Canada, I had to see you. I didn’t approach you though. I was still burdened with that guilt, but I’ve never felt so alive when I saw you again.” He says quietly. It clicked. The man I saw once during our visit. He was that man.

“You were the creepy guy??” I yell at him. He blinks before furrowing his brows.

“Creepy? I wasn’t being creepy.” He answers a little irritated. I clench my fist.

“Yes, you were! Standing from far to watch me. Then staring me down at the lobby. You were the one walking in that hallway that night, weren’t you??” I yell at him again. He sighs out.

“The first two I can understand. That one in the hallway I was going to see Steve, but you beat me to it. I was flying home that night and wanted to see him. I’m sorry.” He says with a little laugh. That got me quiet.

How am I supposed to feel? Angry? Sad? Why watch me from far like a stalker? If he ignored me for a month, then why did he want to see me if he doesn’t plan on saying anything to me? If he is pushing me away, why see me in the first place?

“Anyways, I stayed over at Tony’s when I got back and been thinking about what to do to make it up to you, but didn’t know how. I felt ashamed. When I came over yesterday, I was yet ready to face you. That’s why I reacted the way I did. I let my ego take over this time, clouding my memories of you.”

“So instead of talking to me about it, you decided that it is best that you just continue to push me away and not deal with it at all?” I say a little angry. He ignores that anger in my tone.

“After you remind me of our memories together, I was overwhelmed with them. Memories after memories. Feelings come flooding through my chest. It was so much and so sudden that I lost it. I couldn’t let you slip through my fingers again.” I blink. His eyes shift up to mine as his fingers laced around mine.

“Steve came and talked to me that night after you left. He whacked me on the head once for kissing you before encouraging me to make things right with you yesterday.” Bucky pulls my face close to his.

“But when I saw you got sick, I felt guilty. I decided to take care of you first before explaining everything to you.” He brushes his metal hand through my hair, holding on the ends of it gently. I remain quiet. What should I even say?

“He told me to not let things be anymore. To let it out instead of keeping everything hidden from you.” He chuckles. It made my heart jump hearing that. It was so gentle and sweet.

“Steve knew all along that my heart was with another. All this time the real love I’ve been feeling was for the one right in front of me that I had turned a blind eye to because of my unreliable memory. And he reminded me of her.” He continues.

My heart skips a beat and I widen my eyes. Wait, does that mean…?

“I kept my feelings in before because of how she always seem to like it being on her own. I didn’t want to lose that comfort I have with her. I was afraid that if I tell her how I felt, I might lose her.” My heart aches.

“Bucky, I—” He moves his hand down to mine, making sure that my eyes were locked tight in his gaze.

I didn’t realize that’s how Bucky had seen me. Is it because I always kept my own feelings hidden too? Kept my problems to myself and not sharing them with anyone? Have those traits of me the cause for Bucky to push his own feelings away just so he won’t lose me? I feel like such an idiot.

“But now, after all these time, I can’t keep it in anymore. I saw with my own eyes of what true love can do. And I don’t plan on losing her ever again.” His eyes locked in tight with mine. His hand runs through my hair once before he pulls me into for another kiss. Soft and quick. I freeze against his lips.

“Steve reminded me the things she had done for me. He reminded me of our conversations we would have about her in secret. The nights when I would always come to her instead of him for comfort. The times when I get jealous just watching her talk with other men than myself. The moments I would have with her that shows how much I really love her only to be taken away by her respect for my marriage.”

I couldn’t breathe.

“Her love had brought life back into my heart when I thought the ice had frozen it over. The love that caressed me when I wake up panting. The love’s gentle voice that soothed out my troubled heart. The warm glass of honey milk love would give to put me into a blissful sleep. The sincerity of love to keep me happy. The open heart love have to listen to my dreadful past…”

My head feels heavy.

He lifts my hand up to kiss the palm of it down to my wrist. My voice is stuck in my throat. My chest tightens. My stomach flutters.

“…and love’s hands that caringly held mine when I needed the comfort of knowing I was no longer alone.” I look at him.

I can feel my lips quivering at his words. My heart racing in my chest at the way his lips move against my skin.  

“The love that has never stopped even after I betrayed her. The love that is still willing to accept me even after I had been blind towards her. The love that I continue to rip apart without realizing, but still remains standing strong. The unconditional love that still wants my happiness instead of her own.”

“Bucky… stop, I…” I choke on my voice, but he silences me by kissing my lips tenderly. I hesitate for a moment, but return the kiss nonetheless. The other night’s kiss was passionate, but this one was filled with love. So warm, soft and kind. He pulls away from the kiss, eyes staring deep into mine.

“You are ‘her’, Y/N. The one who I truly love…” He says against my lips. Tears spill from my eyes as I pull back to look at him.

“I love you, Y/N.” He says it again.

My breath caught in my throat. I instantly feel the world coming to a stop. My voice is nowhere to be found and my mind is completely blank. I can feel myself melting down into the sheets. I couldn’t feel my heart beating anymore. Am I hearing that right?

He smiles at me, watching my blank reaction to his statement. I really didn’t know how to react. The pain, anger and sadness I felt before completely disappeared from within me.

“I’m sorry. I know it is all so sudden for you, but, I need to make that clear with you.” He places a soft kiss on my forehead. I lean myself against him, suddenly feeling tired from it all. My mind remains empty.

He holds me tightly against him, burying his face in my hair. I take a deep breath, trying to get my thoughts back so I can respond to him. But what kind of response is appropriate at this time? After he said all of those? Should I apologize for being angry at him all these time? Should I stay angry at him for not being straightforward? Should I—

“I love you too, Bucky…” I answer without finishing my own thought.

It was what I was feeling. The love beating inside of my chest was real. The one I had tried so hard to forget. All those time I had fought to keep our friendship alive weren’t in vain after all. I never expected him to return my feelings. Being friends with him was good enough.

But now that he finally returned my feelings, why should I push it away? My conservative nature had intimidated Bucky enough to keep his feelings quiet. My humbleness and quiet nature had been the reason why I choose not to tell him my own feelings. We were both idiots in this case.

I can feel Bucky’s body stiffens just before he buries his face into my shoulder. I let out a laugh. Bucky pulls himself away from me to look at me. I was crying and laughing at the same time. To think that all of these heartbreaks, all of these fights and all of these problems would have easily been avoided if either of us had the guts to tell the other how we feel in the first place.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” He asks worriedly. Of course. From sweet and loving to crazy laughing. I wipe my tears away before shoving him playfully.

“It took you four years, one marriage, a thousand fights and one fever to make you realize of what true love is?” I ask teasingly, knowing well enough that it isn’t true.

“You’re 104, for goodness sakes. I thought you’d know better.”

He manages a smile, holding my hands in his again. I squeeze it gently, the same way I would to remind him of his no longer present loneliness.

“No matter how long you live, it takes the right time and person to show you what true love really means. Some never find them either. I’m just lucky enough to live this long to see it with my own eyes. And to feel it as well.”

I run my thumb above his gently.

“Not true. You know true love with Steve as well.” He raises an eyebrow.

“Of course. But our bond is brotherhood. Different kind of love.” I smile at him before kissing his cheeks.

“Yes, it is. But you are lucky to see true love twice.” I say smiling.

He pulls me up into his embrace, holding me tightly against him. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, feeling the love beating inside my heart. A love that had shattered so many times yet remains within no matter what. A love that I never thought would be returned but now that it finally did, it felt more wonderful than what I could have ever imagined.

A love that sparked over a warm glass of milk and honey.

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Trixya Victorian AU in which the more time Katya and Trixie spend together, the more they connect.

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A Dark Corner to Hide

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Genre: Fluff

Character: Chen/Jongdae + Reader

Summary: Jongdae had to clean the theater but he didn’t know what to do with the crying girl in the back.

A/N: So! I know this is a  short one shot but it was a request and I hope you guys enjoy. If this story gets good feedback it is possible that I will continue it if you guys so desire. ^^


It wasn’t the most glamorous job, but it still paid more than his previous job. As a university student he needed all the money he could get so he was constantly searching for a higher paying job. He found the theater about a half a year ago and he was surprised by the wages they offered their employees. The theater was privately owned and super high class, the entrance way looked like you were walking into a theater to see an opera or something. The theaters themselves were state of the art and completely upgraded to the newest stuff. Of course there were only two theaters though.

He worked the snack bar, what little snacks they did have were super expensive though and not many people cared to buy them. The most people would buy is popcorn and drinks so of course they didn’t bother to stock up on other snacks much. His job was pretty chill and he was able to spend most of his time on the phone until he heard the distant echoes of feet.

Right now though he was put on clean up duty, he had told his boss that he was going to clock out soon and they had asked if he could fill in for Baekhyun, who had to go home early and clean. He agreed, knowing all he had to do was sweep a bit and he would be home free. His bed awaited after all.

He grabbed the broom and the dust pan and headed towards the first theater, opening the door and putting out the cleaning sign before heading up the long hallway that lead to the auditorium. When he got there though he froze in his spot, his eyes scanning the dimly lit theater in search for the noise.

His eyes landed on a girl up in the back corner, she was crying hysterically and her body was hunched over. Her shoulders shook with her sobs and her hands cupped her face as she cried. What was he supposed to do? He needed to clean the theater but obviously this person needed some time alone. Was she drunk? That could be very possible but he didn’t think most people came drunk to watch a chick flick. He knew for sure that the movie didn’t make her cry either, because it wasn’t even a sad movie.

He looked around the theater once more and glanced down the hallway to see if another worker was coming up. No one was there. Good. He carefully set the broom and dustpan against the wall and wiped his hands on his jeans, carefully making his way up to the back.

There was no intent to scare her but she nearly jumped out of her skin when he slowly put a hand on her back. He pulled away immediately seeing the look that ghosted over her features. Obviously she would be afraid it was some creep or something so he didn’t really find it that offending.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just checking to see if you were ok.” Her eyes flitted down his body and then along the theater, her sobs subsiding a little bit due to the fear. She must have come to the conclusion that the movie was long over and she was now intruding because the embarrassment was clear on her face.

“I’m… I’m ok.” She was trying to catch her breath now and her hands came up to wipe at her cheeks. She was beautiful to him even though she had just been ugly crying for who knows how long. Her eyes sparkled with her tears but he found himself getting lost in them completely.

“I’m Jongdae.” He sat down next to her, sitting at the edge of the chair so he could still face her and talk to her. “I work at the snack bar here.” It was getting pretty awkward and he was hoping he could dance around what he was about to say. Probably deliver it more smoothly but there was no hope of that when she didn’t respond.

“I’ll tell you what. You can take as long as you want in here. Let it all out. The theater isn’t going to be used the rest of the night anyways.” He stood up again and gave her a small smile. He wanted her to be ok, not just tell him she was ok. “I’ll wait outside.” He turned then and made his way down the stairs, grabbing his broom and dust pan on his way out.

“Nice going Jongdae. Way to be smooth man. Is there any way for you to make things even more awkward?” He tossed the broom and dust pan against the wall as he mumbled to himself, leaning back and closing his eyes. Why did it have to be him that had to deal with the cute crying girl? Baekhyun would of handled it so much better than that. Regardless she must have been thankful that he didn’t kick her out right?

He stood there and pondered his thoughts for a while, staying true to his word and letting her spend as much time as she needed. The sound of the door opening pulled him out of his thoughts and he stood up straight. Turning to greet her he saw clearly now how bad she had been crying and he couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to this girl.

“Thank you. For giving me some time.” She kept her face turned away from him but he could still see it.

“Sure thing.” He stopped talking and watched as she wiped at her cheek again, turning to walk away. “Wait.” He reached out and grabbed her wrist, some weird demon must have been possessing his body because his mind was screaming at him and telling him he was an idiot.

He moved and made his way in front of her so he didn’t seem rude by pulling her back, stopping her was enough right? He didn’t know what he was thinking but his body called out and he had to do it. He reached forward and gently cupped her red cheeks, the rough sleeve of her jacket leaving red marks all over her face.

“You should have used tissues.” She stood completely frozen and stared at him with wide eyes as his thumb brushed over her cheeks. He wiped the tears away from her cheeks and smiled at her. “Your jacket left marks all over your pretty face.”

She stood there speechless. He thought he was speechless as well but words had spilled from his mouth regardless. His brain must have given up on trying to be rational with the rest of his body by now cause he was acting really boldly.

“Jongdae right?” Her voice was still hoarse from her crying but something about her had changed, she didn’t seem hopeless anymore and she held herself up a little taller. He nodded in response. “Thank you… for everything.” She smiled then and it was one of the most radiant smiles he had ever seen. It changed her face completely and made his breath get caught in his throat.

“You’re welcome.” He smiled back and dropped his hands to his side. “I hope your night gets better. Your smile is far too pretty to keep hidden.” She smiled again but this time shyly, her eyes falling towards the floor.

“It already has. Thank you again Jongdae, I’ll see you around?” Was it just him or had he imagined her speaking in a hopeful tone?

“I’ll be here.” He stepped aside and watched as she made her way through the lobby, her body turning once to wave goodbye to him before she left through the glass door, her hair being swept by the brisk wind.

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I Want You To Stay (Part 2) - Theo Raeken Imagine

Requested by anon to make a part 2 of the previous one sooo here it is! :)

I hope you guys like it! Enjoy!
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Pairing: Theo x Reader
Note: Cute? lol Idk, Part 1
Word count: 1144

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Y/N POV

I was running deeper and deeper into the woods, scared of the thought that I might trip, the woods coming to an end or more importantly, getting caught.

As usual I was going to do my morning jog routine but then something came up and I had to postpone it.  I was not skipping another day (again) so I decided to jog even though it was dark as hell outside and the woods was, well, not a safe place to be at, at all! Knowing that I still went and now I´m running for my life. Someone is following me, I don´t know who but someone else is here, as I started to run faster the person or thing started to go faster. All I could hope for was to shake it off and run home.

I ran faster and faster, capable of tripping at any moment when I heard a loud growl from behind. Now knowing that whatever it was, it was not a human.

My legs couldn´t keep up anymore, my body was exhausted, I was exhausted! My legs started to move slower and slower as the thing got closer and closer. I tried to look behind my shoulder to see if it was in sight when I stumbled on something and tripped over in my four. When I looked up I saw it, it was the beast. Immediately I tried to get up on my feet but the pain that shot through my ankle was too much as I failed and fell down again, now sitting on my bum. I felt a hard smack on my face as I flew backwards and hit a tree. As I repeatedly kept trying to get on my feet the beast hits me.

Just when I feel like I can´t take it anymore and my eyes starts to give up too, I feel two familiar hands taking my face in their hands.



“Y/N!” Theo shouts, trying to get my attention.

“W- What are you doing here? You´ll get hurt.” I managed to say.

“I don´t care, I´ll heal. You on the other hand won’t.” He looked back to see why the beast wasn’t doing anything and to his surprise, no one was there.


Normal POV


Theo picked you up from the ground and carried you in bridal style all the way back to your house. You had passed out in his arms.
When he got to your place he laid you down on the bed and started to clean your wounds carefully, not wanting to cause you any pain or wake you up. Thankfully the wounds wasn´t anything serious.

“How did you find me?” You asked as you peeked through one eye.

“I- I don´t know. I just did…” He mumbled as he looked away, trying to avoid having any kind of eye contact with you.

“Theo, were you following me?” Your eyes were wide open as you asked that question, still mad and hurt about what had happened earlier this week.

“I just wanted to keep you safe. I wanted to protect you.” He began as he stood up and ran his fingers through his hair frustrated.

“I came here to talk to you but nobody was home so I started to look for you when I caught your scent and when I got to the woods… Nothing felt right. I knew something was wrong.” He continued to say as his voice got darker and he started to sound mad.

“Theo…” You said gentle and sweet.

“No! No! This is my fault! I was supposed to protect you!” He shouted.

You reached out your hand to grab his wrist and pulled him closer to the bed as you patted on the empty space with the other hand. He looked at the bed then at you as he sighed and sat down next to you.

“You saved my life. Thank you.” You whispered while looking down at your hands.

Theo looked at you shocked, not believing what you just said. He was about to say something, disagree with you but you hushed him.

“Could you help me get out of this clothes?” You asked shyly and he nodded.

Your clothes were a hot mess, they were ripped and dirty. Theo gently pulled your shirt off, exposing your upper body but you had your bra on and it wasn´t anything he hadn´t seen earlier anyways. He was about to go and grab a shirt for you when he suddenly hesitated and took off his own shirt and gave it to you as you slipped it on. You took off your pants, leaving you in your underwear and Theo’s shirt as you got under the covers and made yourself comfortable.
Theo looked at you, not wanting to leave you but he knew you didn´t want him in your life anymore so he turned his back against you and started to walk towards the door.

“Y/N?” He said as he turned around to face you.

“Hmm?” You hummed as response.

“I love you. I´m sorry.” Your heart beat started to race as your mind was driving you insane.

What is he doing to you? Why do you still love him when he´s a bad guy? You hopelessly thought to yourself. You got up from the bed, fighting the pain you were feeling and walked towards Theo. You placed a hand on his cheek while a tear escaped your eye.

“I know.” You barley whispered but he heard you loud and clear.

He took you in his arms and hugged you tightly but still carefully against his bare chest. You couldn´t help but rest your head on his warm chest and taking in every moment of this.

“I can´t live without you Y/N…” He whispered against you hair, sending you shivers down your spine.

He pulled away from the hug and gently put his hands on you both your cheeks as he lifts your head up and leans in for a kiss. He kisses you with passion but still gentle, afraid that you might break. And you don´t hold back as you kiss back in an instant when you realize what´s going on. No matter how hard you tried to avoid it or deny it, you loved him. You are both madly in love with each other and you know he would change for you, he would do anything for you.  

“I still hate you…” You mumble when you broke the kiss, both knowing that it´s a lie.

“You should.” He replies as your forehead rests against his forehead.

A smile appears on your face even though you try to hold it back. He kisses your forehead before simply carrying you in bridal style, then walks over to the bed and lays you down carefully as you whisper ‘I love you too’ before falling in deep sleep.

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[Edward Nygma, Genius, The Riddler]

Another character study! This one is more for myself and how I interpret Edward Nygma and the Riddler, but it’s all just my opinion! I love what Cory is doing with the character and I can’t wait to see him grow even more (and hopefully be with oswald in the interim know what I’m saying?) Anyway, Jude (@guiltyphandiot​) inspires me as always!

 EDIT: This is a redo of a previous aesthetic that I wasn’t satisfied with >.< It happens sometimes, alas. Hope you guys enjoy this one more, I know I do!!

JB Imagine - Drunk

You and Jaebum had decided to go out for a few drinks just to hang out. It had been a while since the two of you hung out properly since you and your boyfriend had split up and you were excited to have a night out with Jaebum. You had been friends for years and were very close but had never considered getting together. It would be too weird since you’re practically siblings. You had gotten dressed into your favourite dress that really complimented your figure and had put on some heels. Once you were ready, you and Jaebum got a taxi to the bar.

It was filled with dancing bodies, each had a drink in hand and you couldn’t wait to let your hair down tonight. The two of you walked up to the bar and ordered your drinks before sitting down at a small table by the dancefloor.
“It’s nice to be out on a Saturday night, rather than being curled up on a sofa,” you commented, taking a sip of your drink.
“Yeah, I’m glad you dragged me out tonight, (Y/N),” Jaebum responded while looking around the bar.
“Tonight I’m just going to live and do whatever the hell I want. And that includes getting a little drunk.”
“Good job we’ve got that taxi booked for tonight. Else I’d be carrying you back home.” Jaebum chuckled at you, knowing how the night would end.
“I’m not going to get THAT drunk, Jaebum.”

                   the next morning

“Ugh, my head…” you groaned as you opened your eyes, looking at the ceiling. You brought a head to massage your forehead, hoping to dull the pounding feeling. Giving up on reducing your headache, you rolled over in the bed only to be met by Jaebum, whose chest was bare.
“Jaebum! Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?!” You quickly sat up, while checking that you were still wearing clothes. Thankfully, you were dressed in your regular nightclothes: an oversized shirt and shorts.
“I’m not naked,” he said, looking up from his phone.
“Well why are you in my bed? And what happened last night?”
“I’m in your bed because you got blackout drunk and I wanted to make sure you didn’t puke on yourself in the middle of the night,” he reached over to the bedside table and handed you a glass of water with some medicine. “Here, take these pills. They should help with the headache.”
“Thank you, Jae,” you replied as you took the pills and drank all of the water.
“Y’know I distinctly remember you saying that you wouldn’t drink that much,” he said, teasing you for your behaviour the previous night.
“Oh shut up, Im Jaebum.”
“There is one more thing, (Y/N).”
“Yeah?”
“We had sex.” You spat out the water in your mouth, “WHAT?!”
“Yeah, and you’re pretty loud.”
“Oh my god, I can’t believe this.”
“Good.”
“What do you mean, good?”
“Because I’m joking. Do you really think I’d do that when you’re nearly passing out from being drunk?” He said, laughing at you falling for the joke.
“I HATE YOU JAEBUM OH MY GOD.”

A/N - Hope you guys enjoyed this one! Continue sending in your requests!

GMS Fanfiction - James/MC - Protection

As an apology for the wait on the first prompt, and because I wanted to say thank you again for the Jack/MC picture, I wrote another idea that @jane-runs-fast gave me. This prompt was for a jealous James, though I deviated a little from the original idea. I hope that doesn’t bother you!

Guinevere felt as if she was walking on air.

The night was going well; better than she had expected, actually. Not only had she been asked to a party being hosted by a rather famous director, but said director had seemingly taken a shine to her, spending the past thirty minutes or so in a pleasant conversation about previous roles and things that she hoped to achieve in the future.

She was enjoying it greatly. Until his sons decided to shadow her, that is.

Even this might not have dampened her spirits on a normal afternoon. Unfortunately, both men were obviously very used to getting what they wanted, and it would take more than casual deflection and pointed avoidance to be rid of their attentions.

“Come on,” said one of them, flashing her a winning smile. “Just one dance?”

“We’re not bad guys,” added the other coaxingly. “What are you afraid of?”

“Nothing,” replied Guinevere. She gave nothing more than a polite smile. “I’m simply tired.”

“You can relax with us,” offered the first. “The wine at the bar here is fantastic.”

“I don’t drink,” Guinevere said, turning him down. “Low tolerance. You understand, right?”

From across the room, she spied Sebastian lingering behind the crowds, watching her silently. She was tempted to signal him over, but quickly thought better of it. He had gotten overzealous about protecting her before. The director’s sons probably meant well, all things considered. She didn’t want to get anyone hurt.

Just as she thought this, Sebastian disappeared through a door, expression unchanging.

“I think I’m going to go home, actually,” she said, eyes returning to them. “It’s been a long day. I’m going to turn in early tonight.”

“So soon?” One of them frowned at her. “Stay a while longer. It’s still early.”

“I’m sorry. I really have to go.”

She made to step past them, ready to rid herself of her heels and shower away the day.

Her wrist was grabbed. Not hard, but firmer than she would have liked.

“Come on,” the man who held her insisted. “Don’t be a stick in the mud.”

“Let go of me,” Guinevere said, her voice growing colder.

He did so, staring with widening eyes. He took a step back. Had he turned a shade or two lighter?

Arms slipped around Guinevere from behind, drawing her into a broad male chest. The scent of chypre engulfed her, warm and welcome. Immediately she relaxed.

“I believe we all heard the lady say no. Didn’t we, boys?” Though James’ hold on her was nothing but gentle, his tone was so frosty even Guinevere had to swallow.

“Hey man,” said the less fearful of the pair, holding up his hands warily. “We were just trying to get her to lighten up. No hard feelings.”

“No?” She could hear the smile in his voice. “I would keep that in mind before you get yourselves into trouble.”

“Are you threatening us?” asked one of them, narrowing his eyes.

“Of course not,” said James amusedly. “I’m merely stating a fact.”

With that, Guinevere was led away and into a car, where they began to drive through the light drizzle of rain that had begun to fall.

“Does your wrist hurt?” asked James softly, as he touched his fingertips to the place where she’d been grasped.

“No. He didn’t grab me that hard.”

James sighed, tugging her to him by that same hand. “My cute little robin has a knack for getting herself into dangerous situations.”

Guinevere frowned at him. “It’s not as if I purposely drew their attention.”

He smirked. “Maybe not. But I can’t ever seem to take my eyes off of you, can I?”

She wasn’t given the chance to reply before he was kissing her, a tender hand resting at her jaw.

“James,” she murmured against his lips, cheeks flushing. “At least wait until we get home.”

Smoky topaz eyes regarded her ferally. His smile had faded. “Another man put his hands on you. I need to erase that.”

“James,” she chastised, still frowning. “We’re in the car.”

“So?”

“So, we’re not doing this here.” She pulled away from him, a raised brow daring him to defy her.

James leaned back slowly, smiling again. His burning gaze pierced her.

Guinevere couldn’t shake the suspicion that she was going to be in for a long night once he had her alone.

End

Children of the Gods: Chapter 7

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Word Count: 6K

Genre: Greek Myth AU

Character: EXO + BTS + Reader

A/N: This one managed to reach more than 5k so I am going to put it under a read more for you guys. I hope you enjoy this update ^^

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yoongi; maybe, maybe, maybe (1/2)

❝maybe you’re right, you think. you’re fucking right, yoongi says.
►5394 words // scenario, vampire!yoongi, (½) 
/this is more of a backstory to how they met ; w ; (i hope you guys enjoy reading as much as i did writing)

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Occasionally Even the Deceiver is Deceived, Honey

Originally posted by windwaver

A/N: Hi, so this part is literally a filler. I really do like this little series and wish more people would like it. I know a reader hasn’t been mainly in the past few, but I just had to introduce the whole relationship. Hopefully, you guys catch on to the flow because the next one would be more Ben Solo x Reader involved. This (and the last two) is just a filler. Also, @lilacs-lavender , I hope you enjoy. The next one will be WAYYYY better.

Previous: The Search for the Phantom Menace, Honey


Narrator: A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away; Ben Solo: he’s a dandy guy in space. He combs the galaxy like his hair on the hunt for aliens and any other things that people need smuggling. Planet after planet he searches, discovering bizarre relics and new creatures, both friendly and not. These are the spectacular adventures of Ben Solo and his brave space crew in space.

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Heartfelt (Drabble) [9] (M)

Day & Night (Drabble Series): Pt. [1], [2], [3], [4], [5], [6], [7], [8], [9], [10], [11]

Genre: Smut/Fluff

College AU

Characters: Yoongi x Reader 

Word Count: 1,808

A/N: This drabble takes place the same day as the last one, which is why the dates are the same. I’ve been meaning to update, but I was so busy with finals (had my last one on Thursday, YAY). 

If you haven’t read the previous drabbles then please do so  ❤︎

It was so hard for me to post this, I’m so nervous ;A; I hope you guys enjoy this >.< 

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[October 17, 2016]

             Alluring, that word perfectly described Y/N at this very moment. Her lips were red and swollen from all the kissing and her cheeks were tinted a dark shade of pink. She looked so pure and innocent laying beneath him in nothing but a pair of white lacy panties and a matching bra, he wanted nothing more than to taint her and claim her as his own. The girl tugged on his clothes, a smirk etched on his lips as he grabbed his shirt and flung it to the hardwood floor. Y/N licked her lips as her gaze wandered down his toned upper body, her eyes lingered on his tattoos, which started on his right shoulder and traveled down his arm until they hit his wrist. Her fingers traced the colorful ink that was located near his right peck, she had never felt this attracted to anyone before.

             “Like what you see?” he taunted running his cold finger tips along her bare thighs causing a shiver to run down her spine. Not bothering to let her reply Yoongi crashed his hungry lips back down on her plush ones, Y/N let out a soft whine as he grazed his teeth on her lower lip before forcefully shoving his tongue inside her mouth. His kisses were rough and wet, yet tender and sweet at the same time. The man’s lips molded perfectly into hers, it were as if their sole purpose were to lock with her own. Sorrow, guilt, and regret were just a few of the emotions he was projecting onto her, this was more than just a simple kiss, because in a sense it was an apology.

             His pale pink lips then began to venture downward towards her neck leaving tiny butterfly kisses that had the girl yearning for more. Y/N gasped at the sudden feeling of his canines sinking down onto her collarbone’s delicate flesh making her whimper in pain. She could sense that same area being tugged at as he sucked on the skin until he was satisfied. Momentarily Yoongi pulled away in order to inspect his work, the spot was a dark shade of red, almost purple, it was perfect. After having marked her as his own he then proceeded to leave wet feather-like kisses in hopes of helping the pain subside, meanwhile his hands fumbled with her bra until it was finally off.

            “So perky…” he muttered ghosting his fingers over the sensitive buds. A breathy moan could be heard from the girl when his hands began to knead her breast. His fingers felt cold against her warm skin which only added to the tingling sensation he was making her feel. Without a warning he engulfed her nipple into his mouth while his index finger and thumb fondled the other. She found herself relishing the feeling of his mouth wrapped around her nipple as his teeth lightly nibbled on it.

             “Yoongi.” Her voice sounded as sweet as honey whenever she’d moan for him. His cock twitched in excitement hearing his name roll off her tongue in the most sinful manner. He knew exactly what she wanted and that was for him to move down south. The fair skinned boy abruptly pulled away and hooked his slender fingers around the waistband of her panties then pulled them down. He couldn’t help but take a second to admire the sight of her pink pussy glistening in the dimly lit room, she was drenched and it was all because of him. “Please…” she begged as he teasingly kissed up her inner thighs, patience had never been her virtue. She let out a long moan when she finally felt his tongue work its way through her slick folds, her fingers immediately found themselves tangled in his dark locks tugging him closer. Yoongi’s tongue flicked her clit making the girl squirm while she mewled for more. “Oh fuck, Yoongi!” her high pitched voice indicated that she was close, very close. Well aware that she’d release any second he abruptly thrusted his wet muscle inside her needy hole. Y/N found herself subconsciously rolling her hips to meet his mouth, which resulted in his nose pressing against her clit and exerting just the right amount of pressure. “Oh my god!” she let out a strangled cry as the warm bubbling feeling in the pit of her stomach uncoiled and traveled throughout her body while her juices leaked down his chin and onto the bedsheets. Not bothering to take into consideration how sensitive her orgasm had left her the black haired boy greedily lapped the juices making her whine as she tried to shove him away. She was sweet, too sweet, but he loved it.

             “You taste so good.” He moaned licking his moist lips savoring the flavor. “Stay on your back.” He commanded as he pushed his sweatpants and boxers down unable to wait any longer. She could feel her mouth water at the sight of his painfully thick cock, his pink swollen head leaked out pre-cum that she wished to lick up, but she had to follow orders. Instead Y/N tightly pressed her thighs together in an attempt to alleviate the ache between her legs. Having taken notice the man spread her legs with one hand as he pumped his shaft with the other before aligning himself. She could feel him teasingly rub himself up against her entrance coating his tip in her juices. Gradually he eased himself inside afraid that if he didn’t he would hurt her and that’s the last thing he wanted. He waited until he was certain she had adjusted to gently thrust into her.

             “Yoongi… Ple- Please.” Y/N whined bucking her hips wanting to feel more.

             “I don’t want to hurt you.” He whispered brushing some strands of hair out of her face, even though he was well aware that this wasn’t her first time the fear of possibly hurting her was still there.

             “Please, don’t hold back… I’m not fragile, you’re not going to break me. I n- need you!” and those words in that tone were more than enough to have him pounding into her. The sultry moans that erupted from her throat only fed Yoongi’s ego to keep going. Y/N was loving the way he completely filled her up, she could feel every single inch of him pressing up against her pulsing walls. “Oh god, Yoongi!” the man grunted in response as he let go of her waist and threw both her legs over his shoulders giving him better access. The sound of skin slapping, moans, and lewd slick sounds echoed throughout the sweltering room.

             “So tight.” the boy groaned as he delve deeper inside of her.

             “Right there!” Y/N whimpered letting go of the wrinkled bedsheets and wrapping her arms around his neck craving intimacy. His fingers found themselves firmly gripping her waist as he drilled into her hitting that same spot over and over with his swollen meat. Yoongi glanced down at the girl, her face was contorted in sheer pleasure. He watched how her small frame would shake with every rough thrust and enjoyed the way her breast would bounce every time as well.

             “You’re taking me so well baby.” He cooed shifting his eyes down to watch how his cock stretched her out. He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that this was actually happening and it wasn’t just another one of his fantasies.

            Y/N glanced up at him through her hooded eyes in order to appreciate the visually stimulating image before her; the veins on the side of his neck flexed as he tilted his head back in ecstasy, a sheen layer of sweat coated his porcelain skin, his half lidded eyes were clouded with lust, while his bottom lip was caught between his teeth. He could feel her walls starting to frantically convulse around his girth signaling that she was once again close. One of his hands swiftly let go of her and he inserted his thumb in his mouth before he brought it down to massage her throbbing clit.

            “You’re such a good girl for so willingly offering yourself to me.” Yoongi gruffly praised as he jerked his hips faster, his words along with his movements threw her over the edge. Her walls squeezed him tightly coaxing him to cum, at this point she could feel every single curve on his dick.

             “Yoongi!” the girl moaned wantonly as she arched her back and ran her nails down his back. The sounds she was making prompted him to pound into her mercilessly, his thrust becoming sporadic as he chased his own high. Yoongi craned his head back and groaned her name as he reached his own climax, ribbons of hot cum shot into her and filled her to the brim, the mind numbing pleasure was all either of them could feel right now. Her lips were parted open letting out mewls and pants while her body trembled uncontrollably due to the aftermath of her toe curling orgasm. She was completely wrecked and writhering beneath him, it was a breath taking sight he had caused. To him, she had never looked more beautiful than she did right now.  

             As soon as he pulled out he could see his warm creamy seed seeping out her tight hole, a moan escaped his mouth as his eyes feasted on the erotic sight. Yoongi was overcome by satisfaction seeing Y/N’s juices and his cum dripping down.

             “You did so well Y/N.” She gazed up hazily as he affectionately stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. He found himself lying next to her with one of his arm draped around her waist. “Y/N…”

             “Hmm?” the girl hummed, her head rested on his chest while she lazily traced an outline of one of his tattoos.

             “I’m sorry…” he muttered quietly hoping she had heard him. Had he known she was listening in on his and Namjoon’s conversation the other day he would have been more careful with his words, but in a moment of panic he had blurted out whatever came to mind. Yoongi had never been good at voicing his emotions, which is why he had a habit of saying things he didn’t mean. “I- I-“ as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t bring himself to say a certain something out loud. The black haired boy let out a frustrated sigh as he ran a hand though his disheveled hair. Why is this so hard?

            Suddenly his hand swiftly crept behind her neck bringing her closer in order to lock his lips with hers. She could feel herself melting against him because out of all the kisses they had shared this one was the most raw. It was sweet, passionate, and most of all heartfelt. What I’m trying to say is that… I really like you.

Love How You Hate Me - Sam x Reader

A/N: Part Fifteen! This part is about twice as long as usual to get all of it in. So, bonus for you guys! Super short summary? Reader drops her barriers a bit more, mostly to help Sam out. Hope you all enjoy! :)

Previous: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | TwelveThirteen | Fourteen 

Warnings: Possible childhood abuse triggers, Smut , Bit of fluff

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Word Count: Roughly 4,300

“Sam?” Your eyes opened as you looked up to the man who was sitting beside you, talking to Cas. As he looked at you, you launched yourself into his arms. Clinging to his broad frame. His strong arms held you to him, and his face buried into your neck. When you finally pulled back, he did the same- though unwillingly. As you looked at Cas, you realized how much saving your ass had cost him. “I told you not to make him help me, you ass!” Your fist slugged into Sam’s arm, making him cry out at the attack. “Why didn’t you dorks take me to a hospital?”

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The Clan (Minhyuk Fanfiction)

Genre: Dystopian AU, romance, adventure

Summary: A dystopian AU based off of All In. It follows certain events from the music video in addition to a minhyuk love story so we can all pretend we’re part of the story when we’re actually not cries

Ch.1/Ch.2/Ch.3/Ch.4/Ch.5/Ch.6/Ch.7/Ch.8/Ch.9/Ch.10/Ch.11/Ch.12/Ch.13/Ch.14EpilogueSpecial Chapter!

Chapter Three

     The abandoned house seemed to regain a hint of it’s ancient liveliness. Hyungwon was quickly recovering, the effect of the Blue Delphinium shocked you with it’s almost instantaneous results. You sat on the bed, cross-legged, your brother on one side and Minhyuk on the other. The rest of the guys had gone out to retrieve the needed material for the Larkspur Circulum, leaving you to strike conversation with your big brother’s best friend.

     You found yourself enjoying Minhyuk’s presence. He brought a joyful and carefree air to the otherwise tense and dark atmosphere. His smile was bright, lighting up the whole room, and his positivity was endearing beyond measure. You could understand why Hyungwon felt so comfortable around him, you did too in such a short span of time.

     Soon enough, the rest of The Clan had returned carrying all types of bags and boxes. “You can watch us set up if you want. I’ll explain while we work.” Jooheon said, adjusting his cap after he had set down the things he had been carrying.

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RUCAS FAN FICTION WEEK 2016: DAY THREE.
A/N: OKAY. SO, I had crazy muse for this one. I wanted to get this out now since it’s basically Day 3 & I wouldn’t be able to later. But, it’s basically a part two to my previous one-shot & I hope you guys enjoy it! Thank you for those who helped me decide to go along with it!

        “Your lips look so soft. I could kiss them all day long.”


If he could move to New York, he would.

After spending almost every single day with Riley, it wouldn’t be a difficult decision to make and the fact that his grandfather was already here, only made it all the better. He was falling for her– fast. The more time they spent together, the more he wanted her to be his. It’s been a week and a half since he stepped foot into the city and Christmas was only two days away. 

He wanted to believe that she likes him the way he does but considering she was Riley Matthews, the prettiest brunette he’d ever laid his eyes on who just happened to have a heart of gold– it was safe to say she was way way out of his league. But, life was all about taking risks and he knew he’d regret it if he didn’t make a move. 

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Today, like any other day

Skimmons Childhood Friends AU. Skye and Jemma have been friends since they were 5 years old. Skye couldn’t help but feel that maybe, she likes her friend a bit more than that. Between her painful hangover and raging hormones, it’s hard to keep her feelings in check when Jemma is being perfect.

Word count: 14k+
A/N: hey guys! so this is going to be one of the longest fics I’ve ever written to completion. It started as a basic “domestic/lounging prompt” and it sort of devolved into something a lot deeper. For all of you skimmons fans and my friend schfiftytwo I hope you enjoy this story about how best friends struggle with their feelings and move towards lovers. Previous stories that don’t necessary need to be read but can be referenced to are: Blissfully Unawareand No One Else But You

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This is a sort of continuation of my previous Reylo video but is also more related to the movie. If the previous video was about Kylo’s dark obsession, in this one, we see Kylo Ren look back on his past actions as he is torn apart by his feelings for Rey, and his desperation to have her love him back. But alas, after the events of the first movie, that will not be…yet.

Expect angst. I’m quite proud of how I made this video. Hope you guys enjoy :)