i had a lot of feelings all of a sudden

Sometimes I’ll be sitting in my room, perfectly fine, and then I just get slammed by this wave of loneliness and I hate it


“On that finger of yours, is there a memorial
 that ca
n awaken your buried memories?”

GOT fic:

Title: dawn comes sure as winter
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Jon x Daenerys 
Summary:  here is only her and him, and the endless, dreaming night. [The night after 7x06, Daenerys and Jon find each other].


He awakens in the pale dawn light, feeling Daenerys stir at his side. The ship is quiet but for the soft pitch and rock of the cradling sea, and it seems the crew are mostly slumbering – few footsteps, no voices. Only the breath of the dragon queen, and his own, in his cabin, and the ever present wash of the oceans beyond them.

If he hadn’t felt the heat of her bare skin before he’d opened his eyes – gods but she runs hot as wildfire – he might assume he’d dreamed her visit the night before. The ache in his chest, the rasping cough, the exhaustion set deep in his creaking bones – all slipping away the moment there came a tap on his door, and Daenerys, looking in on him, cautious and shy.

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request: “Part 2 to INTRUDER please please please” + “I honestly really liked ‘intruder’, the plot and writing was very natural!! Please write part 2💖💖💖💖” — by anon

a/n: my intruder imagine is one of my personal favorites and i am quite pleased that a lot of people are loving it as well lol. hope you guys like this part two because i certainly do! (p.s. sorry for the sudden shift from second point of view to third. i just feel like i write the best in third person so)


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Draco Malfoy had indeed kept his promise that when Y/N woke up the next day, she was all alone inside the room, Daphne Greengrass’ bed tidy and showed no sign that a boy had been sleeping there the night before. In fact, Y/N contemplated whether she had dreamt the whole scenario or did it truly happen, but judging from the small smiles Draco would send her way every time their paths would cross, she was certain that it was all real and not just a pigment of her imagination.

Now today — today was Christmas officially. It’s been exactly a week since their interaction and Draco hasn’t forgotten it one bit, though thanks to his sudden attraction to the girl, he had a hard time trying to gain the courage and talk to her. Not to mention the fact that Pansy was now obviously mad about his disappearance on the night she confessed that she was already in love with him (Draco running away due to shock which led him to Y/N’s room), he knew it wasn’t wise to get cozy with another girl or else Pansy will no doubt include Y/N in her anger and bitterness.

That was why all he could do now was stare at Y/N as she eats alone in her own space for breakfast, pancakes that were shaped like gingerbread men on her plate while she casually read a book from under the table, Draco realizing that she was still doing school related work even if it was supposed to be 'the most wonderful time of the year’.

Surely, one conversation wouldn’t hurt, would it? Draco thought to himself as he absentmindedly drank from his coffee cup — but since he wasn’t paying attention to himself, he stupidly poured the coffee all over his clothes and with a rather loud hiss, he stood up, wiping it with the tissues that were provided on the table.

When he looked back at Y/N’s spot, she was just leaving, gathering her things before walking towards the exit of the Great Hall, making him curse under his breath for another missed opportunity.

“He knows I hate hot pink.” muttered Y/N distastefully to herself as she opens her gifts from inside her room, sitting on the floor cross-legged while holding out a pair of mittens that definitely wasn’t going to be worn by her because of its ridiculous color. It was given to her by her brother who liked to mess with her a lot, sending off gifts that he knew she wouldn’t fancy.

Sighing, Y/N brought it down and moved on to another gift from one of her friends when she abruptly hear three loud knocks from her door. With a raise of her eyebrows, she stood up and went straight for it, twisting the door knob to open and was surprised when she came face to face with Draco Malfoy.

She smiled. “Draco, not running away from Pansy again, I hope?”

“No, not this time fortunately.” chuckled the platinum-haired boy, his hands behind his back.

“Then what brings you here?” asked Y/N.

Draco’s ears turned pink like the last time and slowly brought his hands out, a box in his possession that had a red wrapper with a green ribbon tied around it, the colors of Christmas itself.

“Just a token of thanks. I never really got to show you how grateful I was after that night.” he explained when he saw her puzzled expression.

“Oh, Draco.” Y/N frowned. “You didn’t have to. Now I feel guilty because I didn’t bother to buy you a present.”

He shook his head. “No, it’s fine. I didn’t spend much on it, anyway.” he handed it over to her. “Please, take it, it would be your present to me if you did.” smiled Draco.

“Absolutely not.” said Y/N. “Um, why don’t we go inside? I think I can give you something after all.”

“Inside?” repeated Draco, his eyes wide.

She realized how her sentence sounded. “Wait, no! It’s not like that it’s just that —” she stopped herself. “Really, I’m not going to do anything rash or scandalous or whatever you’re thinking.”

Draco was trying to hide a laugh. “I wasn’t thinking anything.” he lied, following her then inside and closing the door behind him.

Y/N placed his gift for her on the edge of her bed while she crouched down on the floor where he saw a bunch of tattered wrappers and opened boxes were lying around. There also seemed to be three presents that were still not opened, and Y/N picked one of them before standing up and walking towards Draco.

“My Grandma’s very very very special homemade brownies. She always gives me some every Christmas because it’s simply the best and quite rare since her secret ingredient takes over a year to harvest and December’s always the month it grows.” beamed Y/N. “Here, you can have it. I can always have them next year.” Though when she gave it to him, there was longing in her voice and hesitation.

“Er — are you sure?” asked Draco.

Y/N nodded. “Positive.” she grinned. “But I must warn you, after you’ve taken a bite of those brownies, you’ll never appreciate the next ones you’ll ever eat except if it’s from Grandma.”

“I think I’ll be willing to take the risk.” laughed Draco.

There was a moment of silence for the both of them, just standing in the middle of the room with no words being said. Finally, Draco cleared his throat.

“I should probably go.” he slowly walked backwards. “Uh — thank you again. I hope you’ll like my present by the way. Let me know what you think.”

Y/N marched forward. “Sure will. Keep me posted on those brownies too, okay?”

Draco chuckled. “Yeah, I’ll do that.” he got out of the room. “Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

“Merry Christmas, Draco.” replied Y/N, closing the door then and almost immediately running towards her bed to get the gift Draco had given to her. Her face was a deep shade of red because of flattery and she was all flustered as she rips the box wrappers apart in hope to see what he bought already.

And as she reveals the present, all she could do was widen her eyes because Draco was lying when he said that he didn’t spend much on her gift, for it was obvious that the way the bracelet inside the blue velvet box shimmered and had diamonds on it, that it was damn expensive — but it wasn’t the only reason why she was staring at it in awe.

Among the other jewels that hung on the silver chain, a sapphire moon stood out the most. Y/N blushed yet again as she stares at it, knowing that the ornament was a symbol of their first time getting to really know each other. So as she wears it on her left wrist, she could only think of the night she truly saw Draco for who he was, hoping that she’ll get the chance to know him even more.

One year since Yuri!!! On Ice was conceived as an attack on my free time. Even more so two months later when I would have started this blog. I’ve abandoned this place without much to say about it, even though I really do have a lot to say. As well as a lot of people to thank.

As of right now there are 800+ asks in my inbox that I will probably never answer. They started off as serious asks but this blog went downhill in memes that will forever date it and probably acquire a cringe factor ageing like milk. But I don’t regret a second of it because this blog gave me a lot, surprisingly.

Before I started this blog, I had little to no confidence in my art. No audience and no belief in myself. Then all of a sudden, I had a massive following, people talking to me about my content every day. I was drawing every day because for once I wasn’t hating everything I made. I want to thank all of you for the support. This blog has given me more art experience than I had achieved in the last 3 years. I’ve also gained amazing friendships who I can yell about ocs with. Now I never feel like my art is worth nothing. So grateful to be with such a lovely group of people. No matter how often they make me yell or criticise my taste in food.

I won’t delete this blog. There’s far too many memories and I’m sure people will still stumble across it now and then, so don’t worry about that. But updates will be scarce to none, but I wanted everyone to know that while I do ignore this blog, I love it for all it’s worth, and I love all of you.

If you still want to reach me, I’ve been using Instagram a lot, contrary to my hatred of it. You can hmu at @micchi-draws as well as my art blog with the same url, but I post less frequently there. I do requests sometimes and post a lot of ocs.

That’ll be all, I won’t write too much because some of y’all probably forget you follow this blog. I just hoped you enjoyed your stay.

Thanks and goodnight, you cretins.


I’ve been thinking a lot about Mac and Charlie pre the Reynolds. Like, all they had was each other. I bet Mac was very protective of Charlie- and Charlie was accepting of it. He didn’t make fun of Mac for his ocular pat downs, in fact, he still doesn’t. Before Dee and Dennis came along, neither of them had anyone to impress. They just cared about each other. Then, all of a sudden these competitive, destructive rich kids were hanging out with them and they felt the pressure.

Take Charlie’s scene in The Gang Misses the Boat when he tells Dee he only bullies her because he feels pressure from the guys. I think it’s the same dynamic with Mac and Charlie. Mac obviously wants to impress Dennis/get his attention, so he makes fun of Charlie. Charlie wants the same from Mac, so he gives it back and goes after Dee. (You could argue that Dennis is root of all of it.)

But in CharMac team up episodes (Mac and Charlie Die, Dennis and Dee Go On Welfare, Chardee Macdennis ect.) Charlie and Mac aren’t at each others throats. There’s a much more genuine, tender care for one another. 

So I think about them as kids, or in high school before they met the Reynolds. They spent their days throwing rocks at trains, avoiding their shitting parents, wrestling, and just taking care of each other. And I love the gang’s dynamic as a whole. I love CharDee MacDennis, possibly more than is healthy. But I can’t help but wonder where Mac and Charlie would be if they’d never met Dee and Dennis. Probably just living in a shitty apartment, maybe owning the bar, maybe not, and still taking care of each other. 

“Broken” (Chapter Nineteen)

This chapter is the sweetest fluffiest thing in the world. Only one more chapter left after this one! 


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“Do you want a shower?” Tony asked sometime later, squeezing at Bucky’s waist lightly. “I don’t know if Clint told you, but I have a fairly impressive bathroom.”

“Clint mentioned the shower.” Bucky said with a smile, but he didn’t lift his head from Tony’s shoulder. “But I’m not— I’m not ready for that. Not ready for more than this. I’m just not. I’m sorry.”

“Hey.” Tony ran a thumb over Bucky’s chin, trying to get him to look up, but going back to just holding him when Bucky refused to move. “I’m not asking for more than this. When I said a shower, that’s what I meant. Just a shower. Just you, unless of course you want me to help.” He was teasing, but Bucky still shook his head, so Tony softened his voice again.

“I know you aren’t ready, baby, and that’s fine. I would like you to spend the night with me tonight, just sleep next to me all night, but you don’t have to. Trusting me with this is different than trusting me to share a bed, and that’s fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.” The Alpha nodded firmly. “Bucky, this will never be more than you want it to be. If this was a one time thing, it’s fine. If you never want to stay the night with me, it’s fine. I understand.”

“Because you have other Omegas.” Bucky asked, and he hated how insecure he sounded. “It doesn’t matter if this never happens again.”

“No.” Tony laughed, not because he thought it was funny but because that idea was so far off base he couldn’t believe it. “No, Bucky, not because I have other Omegas. What happens between you and I has nothing to do with what I have with Steve or with Clint. Everything about this is fine because I’m going to try and be the Alpha you need, regardless of what that means.”

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“Do you forgive me then?” A Nolan Holloway Imagine Part 2. (Smut!)

You guys asked for it, so here it is! Part 2 for “Next Time.” Hope you enjoy it, but don’t enjoy it too much ;) 

Part 1. 

It was Friday and everyone at Beacon Hills High knew what that meant; bonfire night. Today marked the beginning of the season for the Cyclones and everyone, including you, were beyond excited. You rushed home after school and took a nap so that you were well rested for what you knew would be a long night. When your phone woke you up a couple of hours later, you quickly jumped in the shower to clean yourself up, you never knew what would happen at these kind of things. Your mind immediately went to Nolan. You knew that he was kind of introvert so you kept your hopes of seeing him at a minimum, though you deep down really hoped he would show up. The two of you had some unfinished business you really wanted solved. Ever since that day at his house, the two of you hadn’t stopped flirting. He would walk by you at school, staring you up and down, smirking not saying a word. You would bite your lip when you caught him looking at you through the cafeteria and not to talk about that one time where you walked into each other. You would have sworn that the air between you got so electric that you could’ve powered an entire airplane on a flight across the Atlantic. 

You had already planned your outfit to be quite casual since you weren’t the biggest girly girl. You settled on a pair of black jeans and a wine red flowy top that you really loved. You let your hair air dry and then puffed it up a little bit. An hour and a few pre-party shots later, you were ready to roll. You grabbed your leather jacket and left your house, ready to have some well deserved fun. 

You were jumping up and down with a cup in your hand, having the time of your life when you saw him staring right at you, warpaint covering both his upper cheeks his torso covered by the red jersey. You immediately stopped dancing, an idea popping into your head. You looked at him, making sure you had his full attention then bit your lip and turned around ready to walk away. You shot a quick look over your shoulder, to make sure he saw you leave, and then you did. You walked towards the school parking lot, stopping to lean against the wall waiting. You closed your eyes leaning your head back, enjoying the feeling of being free, when all of a sudden a pair of hands grabbed your waist pulling you closer. 

“You are driving me crazy.” A familiar voice whispered, a pair of lips kissing your neck softly. Fluttering your eyes open, you stared right into those sea blue eyes that had occupied your dreams the past weeks. Enjoying the feeling of his lips on your neck, it took you a minute or two to answer him. 

“Am I?” You asked innocently, grabbing his jersey to pull him dangerously close, “and what are you going to do about that Mr. Holloway?” You continued to whisper in his ear. Nolan growled pulling you closer, his lips lingering above yours in a tortures manner. The warmth of his hands sent chills down your spine at the same time as the moon was shining making it romantic. However, romance wasn’t on your mind; payback was. 

“What do you want me to do, huh? Kiss your neck? Like last time?” he questioned, his lips caressing your neck softly, barely touching you, “pull you closer?” He asked, pulling you almost impossibly closer to him, “kiss you?” He asked, his lips lingering above yours again, waiting for permission. His fingers were rubbing small circles on your back, all of his actions taking your breath away. Gaining a moment of confidence, your eyes shot up to meet his. 

“Everything.” You whispered, your hands on his chest for support. 

Nolan smirked as he pulled away. “As you wish.” He said, grabbing your hand pulling you across the parking lot to his parked car. Pushing you against it, he leaned in, kissing you roughly before pulling away to unlock his car. Opening the door for you, you slid in quickly. But when Nolan started the car, you stopped him. 

“Nolan, we’re not driving drunk.” You said sternly. Nolan smiled as he kissed you reassuringly. 

“I’m not drunk. Haven’t had any.” He said, looking at you for approval to drive. You nodded an okay and removed your hand from the steering wheel and a few moments later you were on the road. Country music was playing on the radio as Nolan drove. His words running through your head was making the heat between your legs almost impossible to control. Nolan chuckled from beside you, his hand letting go of the steering wheel and landing on your upper thigh. 

“We’re almost there princess. Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you want, no interruptions this time.” He said, giving you a quick smile before his eyes landed on the road again. You nodded, crossing your legs trying to relieve the pressure that had already built up. Nolan couldn’t help but laugh when he saw it. It wasn’t long after that, that you saw the house you knew was his your excitement rising like the tide. Nolan was quick to park the car and get the front door opened. He grabbed your waist, pulling you close his lips on yours within seconds. 

“Parents aren’t home, no need to worry.” He whispered against your lips as he pulled you along with him. As soon as you were both in his room, he attacked your lips again, and this time you weren’t holding back as a loud moan escaped your lips. 

“Oh god, you can’t do that to me.” He groaned as he removed your shirt, seeing the red lace bra you had decided on earlier. Smirking, you pulled him with you, pushing him onto the bed, crawling onto his lap. 

“If you get excited over a bra, I can’t wait to see how you react when you see the matching panties.” You winked sending him over the edge. Flipping you around, he pinned your hands to the mattress. His baby blue eyes no longer existing as they were replaced with dark lustful eyes.  

“Don’t tease me baby girl.” He growled. Grabbing the edge of his shirt he pulled it over his head, throwing it away. Normally you would come up with a sassy remark, but Nolan had you lost for words with those actions. 

Squirming beneath him, you whined. “Nolaaaan, just do something for gods sake!” Apparently that was what he wanted to hear, because he let go of your hands, grabbing the edge of your jeans instead pulling them down. It took him a moment to recover from the sight in front of him. You in your red lace underwear, squirming just wanting him. Smirking, he got rid of his own pants. 

“Tell me if you like it.” He smirked. He lowered himself and kissed you. Slowly at first, his lips trailing down your collarbone, then your stomach, to your hips, inner thigh and then he stopped. You couldn’t help but groan at his teasing, but before you could complain, he was there! Right where you wanted him. His lips graced over your cloth covered vagina making you gasp in desperation. 

“Nolan fucking Holloway, stop teasing me and just do something!” Nolan wasted no time after that. Hooking his fingers in the edges of your underwear, he pulled your panties off, standing to pull his own off and grabbing a condom from his drawer. But you were tired of waiting, so just as he had aligned himself, you pushed his shoulders and flipped your bodies over, so you were hovering above him. He looked stunned at first about the fact that you had taken control, but you kissed him. 

“I got tired of waiting.” You whispered with a shrug and kissed his lips, then you slid down onto him. You couldn’t help but throw your head back, almost screaming at the sensation that filled you. Nolan grabbed your hips harshly, his eyes closed in pure pleasure. You wasted no time as you supported your hands on his chest and started riding him just the way you liked it. 

“Shit.” Nolan’s hands went from your hips to your ass as he smacked it harshly, making you fly forward, gasping. 

“Too hard?” He whispered. Laughing you shook your head as you leaned down to kiss him. 

“Do it again.” You whispered. Nolan smirked as he grabbed you and flopped you onto you back. This time it was his time to hurry. He entered you and just as you thought it couldn’t get better, his lips got to work on your nibble, biting softly. It didn’t take him long to have you a moaning mess beneath him. Wanting everything, you ran you hands through his hair, making him look at you. Without saying, he knew that you were getting close. He grabbed your leg and placed it on his shoulder, getting even deeper. You wanted to moan, scream even, but the feeling he gave you was so intense that no sound came out at first. 

“Fuck! Nolan please for the love of god don’t stop!” You whispered, grabbing the bed sheets with your left hand as your right hand got to work on your clit. 

“Shit! Please keep doing that.” Nolan groaned at the sight as he rammed into you, harder and faster with each thrust. At the sight of his closed eyes, knowing he was trying to hold as long as possible, the sweat covering his face and chest you couldn’t help but let it all out in the most intense orgasm you had ever had. 

“Fuck! Nolan! God yes!” you moaned as everything disappeared for a few minutes. When you came back down to earth, you could feel Nolan pulling out but you didn’t notice that he got up to get rid of the condom before he laid back down next to you. It was all so surreal that you couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Oh god,” you sighed in delight, “that was amazing.” You chuckled. Turning onto your side, you looked at Nolan who was also smiling. He turned his head to look at you. 

“Do you forgive me then?” He smirked, knowing the answer. Crawling into his embrace suddenly drained from all energy, you smiled as you kissed him softly. 

“Hell yeah.”  

Under your skin the moon is alive.

Long distance relationships aren’t easy, but that just means they’ve got to make each moment matter, got to make it memorable, got to make it mean more.

[Read on AO3] [This is a sequel to My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.]

Falling in love with Yuri is something that happens gradually. Creepingly.

Otabek, twelve and frustrated and hurt in his pride at being stuck with the little kids, his quads aching as the ballet teacher corrected his stance on the barre for what felt like the hundredth time, had not been struck by lightening at the sight of blonde boy who slipped from position to position as smoothly as raindrops on a lotus leaf.

“Very well, Yuri,” the teacher would say several times throughout the day and the boy named Yuri would not puff up with pride like many of the other children did, but instead just pursed his lips and did even better the next time.

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Trading Places —- It’s Frank’s turn to top.

-(inspired by this fanart which is not mine. feel free to add the @ of the artists to this post if you know who it is.)

“Okay I’m ready.” Gerard feels mumbled onto his lips, he starts unbuckling his boyfriend’s belt when the kissing stops and hands shoot down to stop him.
“What? You said y-”
“I mean I’m ready to, ya know, top.” Frank blushes, and looks for a reaction on Gerard’s face. Which is a smile, a confused smile, but a smile at least. Frank has always bottomed, which he loves, a lot. But Gerard has always thrown it out there that if he ever wants to switch it up that it’s okay. And tonight is that night in which he wants switching up to be done.
“Anything you want baby,” Gerard kisses him again, “so how do you want me?” He wiggles his eyebrows and Frank wants to hide under the bed. But he’s thought about this, a lot, so he has an idea.
“Take your clothes off and lay on your back,” Gerard’s eyes go big, he’s not used to the guy begging for his cock to be telling him what to do in bed. It’s kind of exciting.
“Yes sir,” and that just makes Frank uncomfortable.
“Okay, I might be fucking you tonight but none of that shit,” Gerard giggles, taking off his pants and flopping onto the bed, on his back, of course.
“I’m ready for you daddy,” he says in a whiny, needy voice, putting up his legs just like Frank does when he’s being impatient.
“I will leave if y-”
“Ah okay, okay, I’ll stop, just excited.” He wiggles around on the sheets, tries out gripping them in the angle that Frank does and yeah, that’s kind of hot.
“Yes I can tell,” Frank, with his pants off, start to climb over his boyfriend and in between his legs. “You’re beautiful,” he puts a hand through the other’s hair, taking in the view of Gerard smiling and blushing before leaning down to kiss him.
After a minute of making out and grinding against each other, Frank reaches over for the lube. “Have you ever…?” He asks, seeing if he needs to tell Gerard anything before it all gets started.
“I’ve only used dildos before so I’m guessing it won’t be much different,” Gerard shrugs, “except of course I love you and your dick and not dildos.” He adds on, trying to save what probably could’ve been taken the wrong way.
“I know what you meant,” Frank smiles and starts lubing up two fingers, “I love you too, and your dick.”
“Oh I know you love m-”
“Alright Gerard,” Frank brings a finger down to the rim of Gerard’s asshole, making him twitch from the sudden coolness. He lifts his legs up, wrapping then around Frank and hooking his feet together. “And it’s - lot different, are you ready?” He waits for Gerard’s nod and slowly pushes a finger in, catching Gerard’s lips when he gasps. He’s never had his finger in someone else’s asshole before so its a weird feeling, Gerard’s the only person he’s ever been with sexually, and he himself is Gerard’s first. So it’s nice that he gets to have all these new experiences with the love of his life. He moves as carefully as he can, waiting to feel a nudge on his arm so that he can add another. When that happens he does, gaining speed as the thrusts go on, loving the sound of Gerard’s little whimpers. He wants to make those whimpers into moans though so he curls his fingers, pushing in at a few different angles until- “Oh fuck, yes-” that. Frank gives himself a proud little smile and keeps pushing against and rubbing at that spot until Gerard is the one begging.
“Mmm, I’m ready, cu-c'mon,” he squeezes at Frank’s arm, wanting to finally know what his boyfriend’s cock feels like inside him, not orally.
“Yeah just,” Frank slips out his fingers, “one second.” He rubs a good amount of lube onto his aching cock, he’s not really one to want to stick his dick into things but looking at Gerard, sweaty, needy, and vulnerable, he’s never wanted to fuck anything more an his life. And it’s not just that his boyfriend is incredibly hot, it’s that this will be a next step in their relationship, next step for Frank. Being able to know what fucking Gerard feels like.

Once he presses the tip of his cock against Gerard’s asshole, Gerard practically presses down against it. “Eager much?” Frank teases.

“Just fu- ah,” he gets cut off when Frank pushes in, going a little deeper than he thought he would.

“Shit, sorry, didn’t think it’d go in so smoothly,” he feels bad because he knows Gerard’s not exactly a cock-whore who’s used to this.

“Jesus, don’t apologize, go all the way,” Frank should of figured that someone who fucks rough would want to get fucked that way too.

So that’s what Frank does, pushes in all the way, and mother of God it feels fucking weird and amazing. Really tight, he didn’t expect it to be this tight and he really has no idea how long he can last like this. Gerard seems to take notice to this and pulls Frank down in a kiss, trying to distract him. Places his legs a little higher, squeezing Frank’s shoulders and trying to adjust.

“How’s it feel?” He thrusts again, slowly going in and out, for his sake not Gerard’s. He has no fucking idea how Gerard can last up to an hour fucking him.

“Perfect, baby” he says breathlessly, “f-faster, please.” Frank complies, hoping he doesn’t come in like, three seconds. Instantly Gerard starts moaning and scratching at his back, realizing that this is a lot different than dildos. And a lot better, so much fucking better. Having someone actually be in control and thrust into him, someone he’s been in love with for a lifetime. Being able to feel the muscles in Frank’s back work to fuck him, it’s erotic, and he’s starting to understand why his boyfriend always wants to bottom. Always is begging for him to just get on with it when he’s taking his time with fingering Frank. Yeah, it hurts a little, but not in a way that turns him off, it’s actually kind of hot because it’s “my boyfriend is fucking me” pain. And it’s starting to go away with each thrust, and Frank is really getting into it because he’s grabbing Gerard’s thigh in on hand and his hip in the other, and just pounding him into the mattress. Frank’s head ends up right next to him, his mouth on the nape of Gerard’s neck. He grabs Frank’s hair tight, which just makes him moan and thrust in deep, which makes Gerard moan because yes, he fucking hit that spot. And Frank takes notice, biting Gerard and repeating the same motion, and it feels so good to have someone be in control like that, and feel insane pleasure without having to touch himself or use some plastic toy. And Frank’s a good size too, not as big as himself but not small either. Like six inches, Gerard thinks. And he’s only about three inches bigger. Which he used to be worried about when they decided to start having sex, which was basically like two days into their relationship. Because he didn’t want to hurt Frank or anything of the sort. But when Frank finally saw Gerard’s cock all hard and ready to go, he was fucking ecstatic. Apparently he fucks himself at home with like 10inch dildos so being one inch under that is totally awesome for Frank since he never gets the dildo all the way in anyways. And he’s not a size queen but he does have a preference in which Gerard meets. So yeah, that all worked out perfectly. And now he’s fucking Gerard and it’s definitely starting to feel like something they can do every now and then. Switch it up.

Gerard starts moaning, a little too loud for comfort, they aren’t alone in the house right now. So Frank takes his hand off Gerard’s hip and sticks his fingers into the other’s mouth. Gerard does that to Frank and Frank loves it so he figures Gerard might too. And he’s right, because Gerard sucks and licks his fingers, moaning around them. And now Frank sees why his boyfriend always does that to him, it’s really fucking hot. Eventually though, Frank gets too into drilling Gerard that his fingers slips out and end up wrapping around the other’s neck.

“F-frank, I’m-”
“Me too, oh God,” Frank thrusts a few more times, hitting Gerard’s spot as hard as he can. Feeling Gerard’s nails scratching at his back, and right when he comes, Frank thinks his skin might of broke because Gerard presses so fucking hard. It’s a good thing Frank has a pain kink but it doesn’t even matter with the way his boyfriend’s ass squeezes around his cock, and with that he’s coming too. Gerard’s mouth is against his ear, hot and heavy. Frank’s is biting at his neck, trying to muffle his moan. Frank’s still thrusting a bit, and Gerard’s still whimpering. Knowing he just came in his boyfriend’s ass is an erotic feeling. Frank is in a state of bliss, everything just kind of stops and he can enjoy this moment with his best friend. Who’s mumbling praises into his ear, Gerard’s starting to think bottoming is something he can do every now and then. He feels insanely close to Frank now, well he always does but having someone come inside you is another level of closeness. After a minute of just laying on top of Gerard, because holy shit topping is fucking tiring, who would of thought; Frank pulls out and lies down next to the guy he just totally fucked. He didn’t last as long as Gerard usually does but it’s okay because the first time they had full on sex, Gerard only lasted a couple minutes longer than he just did. So he feels proud of himself, also his dick is kind of sore, but Gerard is probably sore too.

“How’d I do?” He lazily asks, moving his hand over to find the other’s, who takes it immediately.

“Frickin amazing baby,” Gerard turns over to his side and yanks Frank till they’re kissing. They barely even move their lips, tired and worn out, just sucking on each other’s lips a little. Reveling in the moment. “We should do that more often,” he eventually says, pulling away and smiling at Frank.

“I agree,” definitely agrees, they smile and kiss again, then Gerard wipes off his stomach and dick with his t-shirts then throws it on the ground.

“Let’s sleep, m'tired,” Gerard swings an arm over Frank and kisses his cheek, “I love you, a lot.”

“I love you a lot too,” he holds Gerard’s hand, thinks about how amazingly perfect his boyfriend is, and after a few moments pass by, they fall asleep together.

Popular | Chapter 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Avenger!Reader

Prompt: Tony has made a bet to see who could end up with the most fans, out of the Avengers, by the end of the month. Bucky takes it just to piss Sam off and Reader really wants to prove that she isn’t the least popular. Bucky and Reader team up to be a fake couple in order to beat the other Avengers, agreeing to split the prize at the end. Will it all work out?

A/N: Part three! Hopefully not too late. Buckle up kids, because after this we’re kicking into some more plot and drama. 

Warnings: Cliches. Cliches everywhere. 

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Originally posted by dailyteamcap

Sam’s Problem

“Guess this is goodnight,” Bucky said. You grinned up at him, eyes a little droopy from the exhausting day.

“Goodnight, Buck. Thanks for the date.” You winked. Bucky surprised you with a small wave. You chuckled to yourself, returning the notion.

You collapsed onto your bed, letting out a groan. You hadn’t realized it in the restaurant, but fake dating was exhausting. Your feet felt swollen from being stuffed into heels all night. Not to mention your sudden shortness of breath. You coughed once before ripping off your shoes. Showering could wait.

You hastily changed into sleep clothes, your dress tossed onto a nearby chair that was already full of other clothes. You’d find space in your closet another day. Pulling your blankets up higher, you made a noise of content. This was going so perfectly. No doubt you attracted a lot of attention. You could only imagine what the headlines would say tomorrow. Bucky was amazing at pretending to be into you. Maybe, just maybe, this would end with you guys becoming better friends.

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anonymous asked:

What do you think of Mary's look of realization when Cas said "the things we shared, that changes me."

My first instinct was to cackle to myself, not going to lie :P 

Cas does seem to turn to look at Dean for that whole announcement, and Mary does seem to then look wonderingly around at Dean about it all… For the sake of fan fic, signal boost the crap out of her look here because that’s the Moment. :P

Wait I was going to try and come up with the serious answer but I just remembered the Winchester Gospels meta I wrote a long time ago which concluded that if you only had Chuck’s books to go on, you basically had no choice but to accept that Dean and Cas were banging because of Cas becoming human-er over season 5… And… Cas has been getting steadily more and more human since season 9 when he last tried to be an angel…

There is only one explanation for why Cas has changed.

No, but seriously, I guess that amount of wonder is worth it because she’s the newest character to grapple with the concept of angels by MILES and she BELIEVED in them, and Cas as she’s experienced him has been a bit of a mess but he’s been THEIR hot mess, and this part of the speech isn’t really for her at all, she’s witnessing the history Cas has with them, the awe that she can’t even imagine how old he is but he says the best part of his life was with them… Whatever she knows about Dean and Cas (and I’d bet a very bare bones version of the story at BEST would be on offer, and more likely Cas as weird incidental references except for random moments where he becomes totally central to their story because Dean is so WEIRD about talking about him, and, well, Mary and Sam don’t talk >.>) I don’t think Mary really got the enormity of it even with him hanging out and helping? In a way it’s just because it was too much information to absorb - welcome to the future we have an angel helping us with everything - does she even know it’s weird to them too? Or at least, she’s walked into the middle of their drama? I don’t think until 12x03 she even realised Cas HAD drama and her own was too much to really let it sink in about Cas saying he didn’t feel he belonged… Somewhere along the way he’s gone from “Castiel” to “Cas” and she’s getting a better grasp on him, but this is still a LOT to hear. And DEAN. Did all this. to an ANGEL. 


Which makes you want to believe in Destiel from the complete other end of this because she SEES how huge this is all of a sudden, and WE know how much of that history is Dean and Cas, and their very, very personal, romantic drama…

ailecstuff  asked:

First kiss+solangelo amybe?

YUSSS!! Lol this turned like a lot more angsty than it needed to be i am very sorry I have a problem with angst okay someone pls stop me before I make myself die of the feels XD

As a doctor, WIll always had to remain calm. No matter what came through that door. It didn’t matter if it was a minor cold, or blood was gushing out from their side, the campers of Camp Half-Blood could always trust him to be cool and collected, the eye of the tornado.

But, alas, there are times when even the best of the best crumble away.

All of it was so sudden. Really, no one knew it was happening, except Nico di Angelo. Nobody expected him to come when he did. One moment Will was just sitting on his bed, reading some book called Carry On that Annabeth recommended to him, the next he was looking up as someone appeared out of nowhere, causing him to jump a foot in the air. He looked up to see a familiar pale face. 

“Gods Nico I thought I told you not to do that anymore,” Will says with a laugh, standing up. Nico looks like he wants to say something, and he tries to, but he’s interrupted as he falls against Will, unconscious. Will gasps, reaching his arms around him to support him. 

“Nico?” he says worriedly, his breathing starting to speed up. That’s when he notices Nico’s hands pressed firmly to his side, both of them coated in a thick layer of wet blood. 

“NO. No no no no no!!” he cries. A few of his siblings rush into the room to see what the commotion was about, and immediately stop. Will looks up at them, tears glimmering in his eyes. 

“We have to get him to the infirmary. We have to save him.” Nobody told Will that it was probably too late as they helped him with Nico’s lifeless body, taking him to the infirmary as quickly as they could. None of them mentioned that it was almost impossible for someone to lose this much blood as they opened the doors, causing campers to hoard around them. And they did not mention how cold Nico’s skin was as Will ordered everyone away that wasn’t a doctor. 

“I need stitches,” Will tells one of the Apollo kids that rushed to their aid as soon as the door bursted open.

“And bandages. Lots of bandages.” Another person nods, heading off. 

They set Nico down and the campers arrive with stitches, bandages, nectar, and ambrosia. Another camper removed Nico’s hands from his side. That was when his world came crashing down. That’s when, for the first time, the campers saw Will cry. 

“I-I-I can’t–” he says, his hands shaking. Someone puts a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s alright Will. We got this one.” They all knew Will and Nico where friends. In fact, they where almost inseparable. Some even wondered if their bond went deeper than friendship. Either way, they never left each other’s side. They where the sun and moon. Always. 

So, for the first time in forever, Will left the room, the thought of blood spilling onto the pristine white sheets making his stomach twist painfully as he gazed at Nico’s chalky while face in his mind’s eye, cold and unmoving. 

Nico isn’t going to die, he told himself as he clutched his head in his hands. Nico won’t die. He’s a fighter, he’s always been. He’s probably been through worse. Your siblings will save him. They always do. But, no matter what he told himself, he kept thinking about what would happen if his heart stopped, bringing the sun down with it. The world would stop spinning and there would be a hole in his heart, bigger than anything he’s ever experienced. He never even told Nico he loved him, and that would be the worst part of this whole situation. He would regret it till the day he died.

By the time his sister came out it could’ve been an hour or five, Will still wouldn’t have known.

“He’s stable. For now,” she says solemnly. Will nods his head. 

“I want to see him.”

“I’m not sure if that’s–”

“I’m going to go see him,” Will says firmly, ending the conversation. He stands up, brushing imaginary dust off his jeans in an attempt to keep his heart from racing a thousand miles an hour. It doesn’t work.

The hallway seems to grow longer than ever now. Every step seems to ring in his ears like a drum. Thump. Thump. Thump. He doesn’t know what he’s going to see when he walks up to Nico’s room, but it’s not going to be good. 

The door creaks open like something out of a horror movie. The air around Nico smells and feels like death, and that’s when Will realises that the ghosts have gathered around him, mourning.

The other doctors cut off his shirt, which is now deposited in a trash can, stained permanently with blood. His side looks like an animal attacked him, all of it marked with bright red scratches that go in every direction. It must’ve been a monster or something. 

Will then looked up at his face. It was paler than normal and his eyes were closed, but it didn’t look like he was sleeping. It was something more grotesque than that. It was someone’s awful version of sleep, something that showed more pain than peace. The worse part was always waiting for them to wake up. Even if it wasn’t someone Will got along with too well, because people where counting on him to save them, but the truth is, when you get to this point, there was nothing much you could do. You just had to wait by and hope that the gods think their life is worth saving. 

The machine beside him was beeping steadily. Good. There wasn’t anything to worry about. Not yet. Nico would be fine. He was always fine. Even when he had to get seven stitches in his head when a minotaur had a little too much fun with him. Even after he shadow traveled all the way from Greece. Even when he almost got his arm chopped off. He was constantly fighting battles, whether they where with inner demons, or the demons demigods faced everyday, and each time he was okay. Always okay. 

Will did something that he’s done to countless of patients as he stayed by their bedside late at night, hoping he wouldn’t fail someone else. He started to talk. He always hoped that his words would reach them, and that it would help them resurface. But this time, his voice came out choked up.

“Nico I… You can’t die on me, okay? You’re my friend, you’ve always been. Even when you tried to push me away, I still wanted to be with you. I know you try to be something dark, something that people want to stay away from, but to me you where the stars in the night sky. You where the moon guiding my way home. You where the brightest thing in my sky. Always. I need you, Nico. I–” Will can’t continue because tears are starting to stream down his face and weak sobs are escaping his throat. He presses his forehead against the scratchy sheets. 

“Gods I can’t do this. I can’t–” he groans and sits up. He grabs Nico’s lifeless hand, squeezing.

“Please keep fighting. For me?” Nico doesn’t answer. Will pulls up a chair so he can stay by his side. He grabs Nico’s hand again. 

“I’ll be right here. Always.” 

Will was woken up by the monitor beeping. At first it didn’t really worry him, but then he realised that something about it was off. He bolted awake to hear it beeping warningly and seeing others rushing in. Oh gods no no no no no.

“Is he breathing?” someone says. 

“I’m not sure. I don’t think so.”

“Check his pulse.”

“It’s faint but it’s still there. We need to get him an oxygen tank asap. Someone try to get him breathing at least a little bit,” a girl with frizzy black hair nods her head, pressing her hands to Nico’s chest, giving him CPR. 

Then, oh gods, no. There’s one final, long beat, and then nothing. Absolutely nothing. Dead silence. The room is suddenly a lot colder as the ghosts form again, crowding around Nico, their eyes sad. Tears stream down Will’s face as he forces himself right by Nico’s side, pressing his fingers to his stone cold face. He presses his face to Nico’s chest as the other’s quietly slip out and the ghosts disappear, letting him mourn in peace. 

“Nico…. You can’t die on me. Why did you die on me….” he starts to shake with grief. 

“Nico after everything you’ve been through…. it’s not fair for you to die. Not like this. Not after–” he pauses, deciding to choose his next words carefully. 

“Look. I wish I could’ve told you this when you where….. but oh gods Nico, I love you. I love you so much you can’t even begin to understand. I’ve always loved you, Nico. I wish you knew. Maybe…. maybe it could’ve ended different.” He puts both of his hands on Nico’s still cheeks. He wish he could see a smile crack on them. He wishes he could see blushes spread across them and he wishes he could’ve wiped curls out of his eyes as they gazed at each other. But now…. now…..

Will leans forward, his face inches from Nico’s.

“I’ve always wanted to do this, and I guess you’re not around to care,” he whispers, then he presses his lips to Nico’s cold ones. Softly. Gingerly. Then, to his surprise, he felt them move underneath his. For a moment, he wonders if he’s imagining it, if he wants it to happen, but then hands cup the back of his neck, pulling him closer. Will pulls away and looks at Nico, who’s brown eyes are wide open, his face full of innocent wonder. 

“That was my first kiss,” he whispers, sounding excited, and pretty shocked. 

“What the fri–” Will’s heart is beating faster than ever. Nico looks over at him, cocking his head. 

“Why are your cheeks wet?” Nico asks. Will lets out a cry of joy and wraps his arms around Nico, burring his face in his neck. Nico yelps.

“Oh right. The stitches. Nico how–”

“How what?”

“How are you alive?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You where dead, Nico. I heard your heart stop.”

“Well it’s working fine now….” he trails off, thinking for a second. Then–

“DAD!” he roars. The god Hades vaporises in front of them. 

“Okay look I had to. You know I’m a sucker for love stories,” Hades says, putting his hands up defensively. Nico crosses his arms and rolls his eyes.

“That doesn’t mean you can just raise people from the dead.”

“Yes I can.”

“No you can’t.”

“I just did.” Nico opens his mouth to say something, but then Hades disappears. Will shakes his head, chuckling. 

“I love your dad.”


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glassesandrandom  asked:

Which placements should I look into when it comes to finding the right career ?

the 10th house as the employment contract we have made made with the cosmos. Like if Virgo or Mercury is in the 10th house the qualities of Virgo/Mercury will be projected professionally, so they will be a “Virgo for a living”, often we are so passionate about this cause that we would be willing to do it without financial gain. This is self service stitched with service to society….

It refers to one’s desires career wise, the approach to one’s profession, dreams, and the public image. Something like Venus in the 10th is very well liked at work, Jupiter has big dreams, Mars will be willing to do anything to succeed, Saturn feels intense pressure for accreditation, Neptune has a vision to achieve, Pluto wants to leave something meaningful, the Moon needs to emotionally connect with profession, the Sun will strongly identify with their profession, Uranus will be inspired and go down an unusual path, Mercury will be chartered by mental and communicative capabilities

Like Joseph Campbell says ‘follow your bliss’
what brings you great joy and inner recognition, and this will be reflected in the chart, someone with a lot of third house planets, may find that their ‘bliss’ is writing or teaching
Also following the transiting planets helps, it gives you a centre of focus. Say like suddenly you had a bug to socialise and hang around your friends heaps and then all of a sudden you needed to be alone and you feel withdrawn? An outer planet may have just crossed from the 11th house to the 12th house
I want to add that this post suggests that the horoscope is in charge and
you are just a follower, but you are it
I think you’ll find you are already resonating with it, if you are happy, if you are not, do what makes you happy, brings you fulfillment, and it will be reflecting and resonating with the chart. The birth chart is merely a potential


Yes, Goddamn It

Word count: 2230

Pairing: Sam X Reader

Summary: Sam is hurt by a monster and the reader takes care of him. (Not smut this time, my lovelies. Sorry!)


“Is he okay?” Dean asks, his gaze flickering up to his rearview mirror as he sped down the nearly empty road.

“I’m fine,” Sam mutters in response, but you shoot him a look, warning him not to speak.

“We’re keeping pressure on the wounds until we can get them stitched, but if you don’t get your ass in gear, things could turn south real quick,” you inform his brother, keeping one of a twin set of wounds held shut with your hands and staunching the blood flow with a torn piece of your shirt.

“It’s not… not that bad,” Sam disagrees. “She’s overreacting.”

“I’m about to overreact with a foot in your ass if you don’t shut up,” you snap, gnawing nervously on your lip as Dean continues to speed down county back roads in an effort to get back to the motel quicker.

“That’s not even physically possible,” Sam mutters, and you ache to just slap a hand over his mouth and keep him from talking, so that he can save his energy.

“We’re here,” Dean says as he makes a final turn into the motel parking lot, snapping into park before killing the engine.

He’s in that back seat with you and Sam within seconds, helping his brother out of the car amidst groans of pain from Sam.

“Careful,” you warn, managing your way out of the seat while maintaining a firm pressure over his chest where the flesh is ripped open. “Sam, can you walk?”

“Yeah, it’s just a few scratches; I’m okay,” he tries to lie, but you can see how much he’s actually struggling.

Dean unlocks the door and props it open while helping guide Sam through, and you help him make it the rest of the way to the bed as Dean closes the blinds and locks the door.

Carefully, you lay him down on his back, moving one hand from his chest to brush it over his forehead and check for a fever.

“You’re not warm,” you inform him as Dean walks in with the necessary tools to patch his brother up and copious amounts of alcohol. “You doing this or me, Dean?”

“I can do it,” he states, and you nod as he cuts away Sam’s shirt. You don’t have the time to check him out, not while he’s in such danger.

“Do his side first, so he can relax a little. I’ve got this one,” you tell Dean, checking the wound you were covering to see if it’s still bleeding.

“Ready, Sammy?” Dean asks, and Sam manages a groan of pain back. “Drink up.”

After helping Sam to take a large drink of whiskey, Dean sets to work patching his brother up, closing the large gash with quick but steady movements.

Sam grunts in pain occasionally, and his silence starts to worry you. His eyes are squeezed shut, his breathing short and hands clenched tightly.

“Sam, you okay?” you ask, keeping the wound closed with one hand while sliding the other along his cheek and into his hair.

His eyes flicker open, catching and holding yours for a moment.

“That feels good,” he states, tilting his head into your grip slightly.

“There, one side is done,” Dean says, offering his brother another large gulp of alcohol.

You move out of the way carefully, letting Dean take over holding the wound, and both of your hands move to Sam’s head.

His eyes close once again, and you slowly rub his temples with your thumbs, scratching the back of his head with your remaining fingers gingerly.

“God, [Y/N], that feels so good,” he repeats, his voice thick and lined with pain as Dean worked his healing magic.

“Shh, I know,” you tell him, watching Dean as he finished off his job.

“You need to get cleaned up and then rest,” Dean states as he begins to clear away his tools. “We can head back for the bunker in the morning, after we’ve all had some sleep.”

“Dean, get yourself cleaned up, I’ve got Sam,” you toss him the key to your room, the one right next to this one. “Go ahead, I barely got hit by anything, and you’re covered in blood still.”

“You sure you’ve got him?” he asks, looking to his brother.

“Yeah, I’ll get him washed up and in bed,” you return, giving him a nod.

He ventures out toward your room, taking the whiskey with him, and you look at Sam.

“You think you can manage to get up?” you ask him, tracing a fingertip over his nose.

You’ve always been one for little touches, a brush here, a nudge there, the occasional cuddle during a movie. It makes you feel better to know that you can physically feel them, that they are real and beside you.

“Yeah,” he finally answers, his voice thick. You help him to sit up, supporting his weight as he took a few seconds to steady himself. “[Y/N], I’m okay. I can shower.”

“You and Dean both play so tough all the time, but I know that you’re hurt. I’m not, and I’m going to do everything in my power to make things easier for you,” you tell him, letting him drape an arm over your shoulders as he took achingly slow steps to the bathroom.

He finally makes it, and you let him lean against the sink as you get the water ready.

“I can do this,” he gestures you out, and you give him a knowing look.

“You can?” There’s no sense of humor in your voice. “Show me.”

He groans lowly as he unbuttons his pants and pulls the zipper down, the movement making his chest burn with pressure. He looks up at you, as though trying to convince you that the simple act was enough proof that he was okay.

“All of it, Sam,” you tell him, and he falters for a moment.

“[Y/N], I can’t just do this with you watching me,” he finally admits. You sigh.

“Sam, this really isn’t the best time to get gooey and admit our feelings for each other,” you explain, slinking an arm around his hips to urge his pants down. “You need to get showered and then relax, we can talk after you lay down.”

His hazel eyes hold yours for a few long seconds, and then he nods. You exhale in relief and get him undressed, trying not to give too much attention to what’s below the belt.

“Come on,” you tell him, making him walk toward the shower and helping him in. “Can you stand by yourself for thirty seconds?”

He agrees in a tight voice, and you quickly strip down to just a bra and underwear, since you were dirty and could use this shower as well.

You slip into the shower in front of him, and his gaze travels down your body unabashedly.

“Hey, you okay?” you ask him, reaching up to his shoulder when he sways. “Don’t you fucking fall on me, I can’t catch you.”

“I’m okay, [Y/N],” he repeats, leaning his head back against the tiled shower wall. “Just give me a few seconds.”

You groan as you use some of the scented body wash left for your shower courtesy of the motel, carefully moving over his chest and abdomen to clean the wounds without tearing any stitches.

“Still with me?” you ask him, noticing that his eyes are closed. “Sam? Sam, I need you to talk to me.”

“I’m here,” he croaks as your hands move to his back to wash him. “[Y/N], does this seriously not affect you at all?”

“Sam, you’re asking the wrong questions at the wrong time,” you tell him, kneeling down to smooth some soap over his gorgeously long legs. “Like I said, let me get you cleaned up, and once you’re laying down we can get mushy and admit our feelings.”

“But there are feelings?” he asks, grunting when you catch a deep bruise on his hip.

“Sam, yes, goddamn it,” you state, shaking your head as you look up at him. “Now just shut up and stop wasting your energy. Let me take care of you.”

“You’re a bossy nurse,” he murmurs and you stand up, angling him under the spray of water so that his hair gets wet.

“I’m fucking scared, Sam!” you snap, and his eyes widen slightly at the tone of your voice. “There, I said it. I’m fucking terrified right now because I’m worried you’re gonna fall out on me and hurt yourself more. I’ve never seen you like this because of a hunt, Sam, and I know you’re trying to play it off as less than it really is but you’re seriously wounded!”

“[Y/N],” he breathes, watching as you shifted behind him so that you can shampoo his hair without having to look him in the eyes.

The rest of the shower is spent in silence, and once you finally get him clean, you turn off the water and dry his chest off gently before he wraps the towel around his waist.

“Come on, let’s get you in bed,” you tell him softly, guiding his form toward the motel bed carefully. You help him to lower onto it and lay down, tucking the covers around him gingerly. “I’m gonna get dressed and then we can talk, okay?”

He nods and you sigh softly, brushing his hair out of his eyes before placing a soft kiss on the bridge of his nose.

It takes a few minutes to get dressed and brush out your hair, then brush your teeth, but eventually you return to Sam, who lays patiently waiting.

“Okay,” you sigh as you sit down beside him, and he shuffles until his head lays in your lap. You smile slightly and brush your fingers through his hair. “So, I’ll start. You need to rest for at least a few minutes.”

He nods once, his hand moving to settle on your shin.

“There’s always been something there, Sam,” you tell him as you continue to smooth your fingers through his hair. “Always. But I didn’t want to make things weird, and I’m already a pretty touchy person as it is. You never said to stop, but you never really gave an indication to continue, either. Whatever, that’s the past.”

He listens quietly, thumb sliding back and forth across your flesh.

“Anyways, I was content with how we were. I was okay with just being your friend, knowing that there wasn’t going to be anything past that,” you try to explain. “That doesn’t mean I didn’t love you. God, I still love you. But I was just happy to be around you. I’ve thought about this all a lot, Sam. I’ve had years to get used to this, so when you sit here and ask me if I feel things, like… Like you think that I don’t feel them… I do. I just… I’ve gotten used to them, and I’ve gotten really good at hiding them, I think. So yes, I feel things for you, and yes I love you. I don’t know what happened to change your mind all of a sudden and want to know, but the answer is yes, Sam.”

You exhale quietly, feeling a weight lift from your chest with your admission.

“I almost lost you,” he whispers, and you give a choked laugh.

“You’re the one who was practically dying in my arms and you say that you almost lost me?” you ask.

“I let you talk, now let me,” he states, looking up at you. Your cheeks flush the slightest pink, and he swallows. “I was always too scared to say anything. Like you said, you’re a touchy person, and I couldn’t figure out where the line was. I couldn’t tell if it was friendly or flirty most of the time.”

A small smile creeps to your face.

“I didn’t want to be mistaken or assume the wrong thing,” he squeezes your shin lightly, since it was the only part of you he was touching. “But when that werewolf hit me, I realized that could be it. I realized that I could’ve died without ever knowing for sure. I realized that if I died, I would have spent all of eternity regretting never telling you that I loved you.”

A small smile crawls to your lips again, and your fingers move to trace his strong jaw.

“So, here it is,” he pauses and takes a deep breath. “[Y/N], I love you.”

“I love you too, Sam,” you whisper, sliding your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. “Now get some rest. We can work this out as we go, starting tomorrow.”

“Can I kiss you just once tonight?” he asks, and you grin tiredly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his lips. His lips are soft and his taste sweet, his eyes flickering closed as you pull away.

“There, now get some rest, please,” you tell him. “I’ll be right here beside you.”

“Don’t go anywhere,” he requests, and you brush a hand through his hair.

“I won’t,” you tell him, and his body relaxes with that piece of information.

“I love you, [Y/N],” he whispers, and a smile greets your lips as you continue to smooth down his hair.

“I love you too, Sam.”

Tree Bros: Connor is mad about something else...(1)

Fandom: Dear Evan Hansen 

Characters: Connor Murphy and Evan Hansen 

Rating: Teen for some swearing

AU: Connor lives, diverges from the musical. 


***Warning: Connor is a little OOC, sorry. Then again it’s not like we actually know all that much about him so he might not be 

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Shabby Sandcastles Pt 2; C.H.

A/N: Due to popular demanded, I’ve given this part 2 a go. Happy reading.

“Y/n! Y/n wait!” She stops in her tracks, but doesn’t turn around at the sound of my voice. I wouldn’t blame her. She doesn’t speak, just stands there completely motionless, waiting for me to do something. “I’m sorry.” I mutter, probably not completely genuine if you ask me, but all the well, I meant it.

“I saw that yeah. I haven’t done anything wrong to you so in what right mind makes you think you can treat me in such a way?” Her voice is strained, but full of emotion - anger, maybe even hatred, towards me. I can’t come up with something proper to give her as an answer and decide to just stay quiet.

“Aren’t you going to say something?” She speaks louder this time and I can feel my cheeks heating when a few people down the corridor turn their heads. “Y/n, I’m sorry it’s just…” I trail off. She won’t be too happy with me when I just tell her she isn’t cool enough for me, because she most definitely is.

“Just what? You’ve got a reputation to uphold?” She cocks an eyebrow at me and a devious grin makes its way into her lips while she stares at me. I can feel the guilt and shame become apparent on my features and I think it fuels her anger she’s storing - just for me. “You don’t understand. Luke and - well you know - I can’t go back to how it was before Y/n. I just can’t.”

“Then I guess you can’t talk to me, right? Let’s end it now then and get it over with.” She huffs and turns on her heel again, ready to stalk away from me. “Y/n babe come on, wait.” I speak a bit louder while my fingers curl around her wrist. The death glare I receive speaks a thousand words, but I do not release my hold.

“Why didn’t you text me back?” I mumble, eyes cast towards the floor when I feel her pulling cease and let go of her wrist. I cross my arms over my chest, something defensive about it, when she slowly shakes her head at me. “We still aren’t completely housed in, Calum. I’ve been working on our new home for almost two weeks alongside my parents to get it a little bit more home-y. If I did get a chance to look at my phone I wouldn’t be awake long enough for a full text message.”

I don’t respond because somehow I knew she wasn’t like the other girls and wouldn’t keep me hanging on some thin line while talking to ten other males. She wasn’t like that. “So I’m sorry that I may have hurt your feelings, Calum. But sometimes life doesn’t go easy on you, it’s not like I want to be here.”

“I was enthralled when I saw you on the courtyard this morning.” I lazily smile, hoping to pull a small smile - any smile would suffice - from her lips. I fail.

“I didn’t notice any of that when you just blatantly ignored me two minutes ago.” If her words would be poisonous, I would’ve given up by now and accepted my faith. But I’m not giving up this easily.

“Let me take you out. I could show you around, and I can make it up to you. It’s a win-win for you.” I take both of her hands and feel more and more people stopping to stare, ignoring their conversations and focusing solely on ours. “And what’s in it for you?”

“I get to hang out with this awesome friend I made during the summer. And who knows.” I throw her a wink and I see the hint of a smile appear but she decides to scoff. “No and who knows Calum. I’m not someone who lets people walk all over her without consequences.” She smiles up at me and I feel my chest warm up - the same feeling I have felt all summer while I was around her.

“Tonight?” I ask hopefully while I let her hands go, taking a step back. “Can’t. Have to help my mom with the basement.”

I can feel my heart drop into my shoes that she might blow me off every single suggestion I make. “But how about this weekend? I’m free Friday night.” She chuckles when she sees the humongous grin that probably will remain for the rest of the day.

“I’ll make time. I’ll see you then?” I grin taking a few steps back towards the doorway as I watch her grin shyly, nodding her head. “Great.”


“I’m sorry I’m late. Got held up at the boys.” I sheepishly grin as soon as Y/n opens the door. The small smile playing on her lips shows me that she isn’t angry with me. “Where do you wanna go?”

“Well, I told you I’d show you around, didn’t I? So, let’s start with something to eat at one of my favourite places.” I start guiding her towards my car to start a night she hopefully would forgive me with and would be unforgettable all the same.

“This is the best pizza I’ve ever tasted! I think I’m in love.” Y/n mumbles with a mouth full of pizza, nodding her head along to emphasise her words. “Well, eat up. Because I have ice skating planned after.” I wink at the beautiful girl in front of me and her face lights up immediately. She shoves another bite of pizza past her lips before she drops the crust onto her plate.

“Let’s go then. I’m excited to see what you have in store. I can’t skate though.” She purses her lips and I chuckle, shaking my head as I stand up. While I hold out a hand for her to take, I speak. “Maybe that way you will be too busy to laugh at me falling flat on my ass.” It draws a high pitched giggle from her lips as she winds her arm around my biceps, pulling me closer.

“Believe it or not, I missed you.” I feel my heart constrict as she speaks the words and don’t speak up, just press her closer towards me.

Ice skating went just as I expected it would go. I was a complete and utter failure, while all of a sudden she decided to find a knick at it. It was nice to hear her laugh so heartily and carefree. If hearing that some more meant me falling down an awful lot more than necessary, I’d do it over and over again. It would also mean I would feel pretty sore at practice tomorrow.

“Well, I had an amazing night. Thank you.” Y/n mumbles as she ties her own shoes back up and raises to her feet, wiggling from leg to leg in front of me. “Who said the night was over yet?” I grin up, raising to my own feet so I could return the skates. “What do you mean?”

“There’s something I’d like to show you. Nothing all too special.” I pull her along for the short walking distance uphill. I already feel my heart hammering in my chest although I don’t know why, when I take the last few steps up to the edge.

“Oh my god, Calum. This – this is amazing.” The twinkling lights of the city does itself justice. It seems a bit magical, maybe even movie-worthy as both of us stand there, enjoying the scenery. “This concludes the end of our tour. Thank you for choosing Calum Tours.” I proclaim proudly, turning towards Y/n as she bursts into a fit of giggles.

“You’re such a moron. Thank you for this, it’s beautiful and I really enjoyed myself.” Y/n smiles at me, her hands curling around my arm as she sneaks closer towards my frame. The wind was picking up and the night was setting it – it was turning harshly cold rather soon. We had to leave shortly. “Any time.”

“So, aren’t you going to kiss me?” Y/n questions as her gaze keeps locked on the twinkling lights, smirk covering her lips. She doesn’t have to tell me twice.

Sillage, ayato/hinami fanfic

this fic was heavily inspired by this image ((*screams loudly*)) and the powerful curiosity in my body at wondering how Hinami would slowly start falling in love with Ayato, what things she could see in him that catches her attention, like finding out he’s not a kid anymore and i also believe it’s a natural feeling for a teenager, i think we all forget that Hinami is still a teenager, and in that age your hormones are all over the place, so i really enjoyed exploring this side of her. There’s a final scene of both saying goodbye before he leaves to explore, so yes, keep reading for more of that ♡

❀ also, “sillage”: (n) the impression made in space after something/someone has been and gone; the trace of someone’s perfume. 

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“Hey,” they’re very close, so it doesn’t take that much for him to crash his shoulder against her in a joking manner. The small contact sends shivers down her spine, and somehow she feels happy to know that she gets to see this side of him. The kind, tender Ayato she knows so well. “It’s fine, you don’t have to worry about me that mu — “

“I always worry about you.”

It comes in a hushed whisper, the small touch of her words caressing his heart.

Ayato grows quiet, very quiet. His eyes look sad and hollow, and so does hers, eyes that flutter as she blinks, like the wings of a butterfly. Ayato swallows, looking down again, blurting out a deep sigh.

“I always worry about you too,” he responds.

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anonymous asked:

Could you post all the times Jamie and Claire say 'I love you' please? I love your blog!

With pleasure, anon!


He cast a glance at the horizon, where the sickle moon hung low and rising. “It’s nearly winter, and the nights are long, mo duinne.” He leaned across the fence, reaching and I stepped into his arms, feeling the heat of his body and the beat of his heart.
“I love you.”

He drew me close again, kissed me gently and whispered in Gaelic, “He
will let you go because he thinks you are helpless. I know you are not.” Releasing me, he said in English, “I love you. Go now.”

“I love you.”
“Oh.” I was mildly surprised, but undeniably pleased. “I love you too.”

Dragonfly in Amber

“Oh, Claire, ye do break my heart wi’ loving you.”

“Mm. You’d forgotten how to say anything’ except ‘I love you,’ but you said that a lot.”
The chuckle came back, louder this time. “Oh, aye? Well, could have been worse, I suppose.”

The slight breeze was welcome, for the early autumn sun was still hot on my shoulders and calves.
“I love you,” I said softly, not meaning him to hear me, but only for the pleasure of saying it.
He did hear, though, for the hint of a smile curved the wide mouth. After a moment, he rolled over onto his belly on the plaid beside me. A few blades of grass clung to his back and buttocks. I brushed one lightly away, and his skin shivered briefly at my touch.

“I love you,” he muttered, half-awake.
“I know,” I said, and fell asleep at once, holding him.

“I know it,” he said quietly. “I do know it, my own. Let me tell ye in your sleep how much I love you. For there’s no so much I can be saying to ye while ye wake, but the same poor words, again and again. While ye sleep in my arms, I can say things to ye that would be daft and silly waking, and your dreams will know the truth of them. Go back to sleep, mo duinne.”


“But here,” he said, so softly I could barely hear him, “here in the dark, with you… I have no name.”
I lifted my face toward his, and took the warm breath of him between my own lips.
“I love you,” I said, and did not need to tell him how I meant it.

“No.” He swallowed; I could hear the sound of it clearly, and feel the pulse beat in his neck where I held him. “But now I have taken ye back from her, as well. I love you — and I love Ian, like he was my own. And I am thinking maybe I cannot have ye both.”

“I forgot. I love you,” he said, giving me another shake for emphasis. “And I’m glad you’re no dead. Dinna do that again!”

Drums of Autumn

“No,” he said softly, still looking out at the night. “Not then. There are things worth dying or starving for—but not words.”
“Maybe not those words.”
He turned to look at me, features dim in starlight, but the hint of a smile visible on his mouth.
“Ye know of words that are?”
….“What about—'I love you’?”
He reached out a hand and touched my face. A breath of air stirred past us, and I saw the small hairs rise along his arm.
“Aye,” he whispered. “That’ll do.”

“Jamie,” I said hesitantly. “Do you believe I love you?”
He turned his head and looked down at me for a long moment before replying. The moon shone on his face, picking out his features as though they had been chiseled in marble.
“Well, if ye don’t, Sassenach,” he said at last, “ye’ve picked a verra poor time to tell me so.”
I let out my breath in the ghost of a laugh.
“No, it’s not that,” I assured him. “But—” My throat tightened, and I swallowed hastily, needing to get the words out. “I—I don’t say it often. Perhaps it’s only that I wasn’t raised to say such things; I lived with my uncle, and he was affectionate, but not—well, I didn’t know how married people—”
He put his hand lightly over my mouth, a faint smile touching his lips. After a moment, he took it away.
I took a deep breath, steadying my voice.
“Look, what I mean to say is—if I don’t say it, how do you know I love you?”
He stood still, looking at me, then nodded in acknowledgment.
“I know because ye’re here, Sassenach,” he said quietly.

I stepped close to him and put my hands on his shoulders.
“I love you.”
He looked down at me for a long moment.
“I’m glad of it, Claire,” he said quietly, and touched my face. “Verra glad. Come to bed now; I’ll warm ye.”

The Fiery Cross

I unscrewed the stopper and inhaled. Whisky, and very good whisky, too.
“I love you,” I said sincerely, and he laughed.
“I love ye too, Sassenach,” he said, and gently touched my foot.

“Jamie—I love you. Be careful!”
He didn’t remember Culloden, he said. I wondered suddenly whether that loss of memory extended to the hours just before the battle, when he and I had said farewell. Then I looked into his eyes and knew it did not.
“‘Good luck’ will do,” he said, and his hand tightened on mine, likewise frozen to the current that surged between us. “‘I love ye’ does much better.”

“Sassenach … I love ye now, and I will love ye always. Whether I am dead—or
you—whether we are together or apart. You know it is true,” he said quietly, and touched my face. “I know it of you, and ye know it of me as well.”

“I love you, a nighean donn. I have loved ye from the moment I saw ye, I will love ye ’til time itself is done, and so long as you are by my side, I am well pleased wi’ the world.”

“When the day shall come, that we do part,” he said softly, and turned to look at me, “if my last words are not ‘I love you’—ye’ll ken it was because I didna have time.”

A Breath of Snow and Ashes

“Yes. Just now, I was actually trying to rank ‘I love you, I like you, I worship you, I have to have my cock inside you,’ in terms of their relative sincerity.”

I leaned back against the pillows, feeling a bit better. The fever had quite gone, but I still felt wraithlike and weak, barely able to sit up unassisted, and I fell asleep almost without warning, after the least exertion.
Jamie, still snorting, took my hand, raised it to his mouth, and kissed it. The sudden warm immediacy of the touch rippled the fair hairs of my forearm, and my fingers closed involuntarily on his.
“I love you,” he said very softly, his shoulders still trembling with laughter.
“Oh,” I said, suddenly feeling quite a lot better. “Well, then. I love you, too. And it will grow, after all.”

“Jamie …” I said, feeling my throat close.
“I love you,” he said, so softly that I barely heard him, close as we were.
I lay still for a moment, feeling the stone grow warmer in the palm of my hand.

…Then I came back to bed, saw his hair a dark mass on the pillow, and the shine of his eyes in the moonlight.
“I love you,” I whispered, and slid under the sheet beside him, putting my arms around him, hugging him close, warmer than the stone—so much warmer—and his heart beat with mine.

An Echo In The Bone

“Tell Jamie,” I kept saying to a misty Ian. “Tell Jamie that I love him.”
“Open your eyes and tell me yourself, Sassenach,” said a deep, urgent voice somewhere close.
I tried opening my eyes and found that I could. Apparently I had not died after all. I essayed a cautious breath and found that my chest moved easily. My hair was damp, and I was lying on something hard, covered by a blanket. Jamie‘s face swam above me, then steadied as I blinked.
“Tell me,” he repeated, smiling a little, though anxiety creased the skin beside his eyes.
“Tell you… oh! I love you. Where… ?” Memory of recent events flooded in upon me, and I sat up abruptly. “The Teal? What—”

What would he say to Claire in such circumstances? he wondered suddenly. Probably what he had said to her, in parting. “I love you. I’ll see you again.” He didn‘t see any way of improving on the sentiment, after all.

Written in My Own Heart’s Blood

“I love you, a nighean,” he said, very softly, his breath warm on my skin.
“I love you,” I answered just as softly, taking the ribbon from his hair and loosening his plait between my fingers. I pressed his head closer to me, not in invitation, but out of the sudden urgent need to keep him close to me, to protect him.
He kissed my breast and turned his head, laying it in the hollow of my shoulder. He
took one deep breath, one more, and then was asleep, the relaxing weight of his body against me both protection and trust.
“I love you,” I said, almost soundless, my arms wrapped tight about him. “Oh, dear God, I love you.”

“Are ye all right, Sassenach? Is it bad, then?”
“No,” I said, and wiped my eyes hastily on a corner of the sheet. “No—it—it’s fine. I just —oh, Jamie, I love you!” I did give way to tears, then, snuffling and blubbering like an idiot. “I’m sorry,” I said, trying to get hold of myself. “I’m all right, there’s nothing wrong, it’s just—”