i love the look of determination on his face

Some of the best things I’ve heard in Heathers rehearsal so far:

  • “Oh no! My shirt, where’d it go?” followed by really slow and awkward finger guns
  • “Free pizza, and we don’t even have to buy it a pussy!”
  • “Those stupid tree thumpers”
  • *dramatically pirouettes and leaps in* “BIG SWORDFIGHT IN HER MOUTHHH”
  • “Aww that seems like a relationship that would last.” “Yeah until one of them blows up” “I guess you could say their love is….. explosive”
  • *Our choreographer screaming like one of those sheep used in parodies back in vintage youtube days whenever she gets frustrated or needs to get people’s attention.*
  • “So you’re going to do a Jesus lift” “A WHAT” “Just put your arms out and they’ll lift you like you’re Jesus resurrecting from the cross”
  • “Welcome to Newsies on steroids.”
  • “Be the closeted gay we all need.”
  • “The first step to any good plan is murder.”
  • “How much bitch is enough bitch though?”
  • “Imagine having to explain to someone like ““oh how’d you break your tailbone?” ““Oh I booty-popped too hard.”” 
  • “When we go off to makeover Veronica, can she still have the monocle, but, hear me out, it’s now bedazzled.”
  • “I have to check the historical accuracy of bedazzling in the ‘80s.”
  • “Okay, but what if we made it gay?”
  • “COSTUME NOTE: SOMEONE MAKE RAM PARTY SLIPPERS!” “What if they’re like bunny slippers, but with tiny party hats?!”
  • “This is Ram, he’s not very nice, but somehow my best friend still wants to fuck him.”
  • “Your whole bio better be about how much you love and respect women or else I can’t help you when your ass is being kicked.”
  • “I paired you guys together because you say he’s your sort of boyfriend later.” *Kurt proceeds to emark in various sexual dance endeavors with multiple other women* “That’s where the sort of comes into play….”
  • “SHUT UP HEATHER” *bursts out crying*
  • Our original Chandler dropped out so our original Duke got promoted to her role and just looks at me and says “Oh my god this is the most Heather Duke thing that has ever happened to me”
  • “That’s a school cheer?!?!”
  • “Real question: WHO HAS A FUCKING LOCK ON THEIR CLOSET?”
  • “What if when she makes you spit up the pills, your wig flies off?” “Oh no you’ve discovered the real reason behind my crisis, I AM NOT A NATURAL BLONDE”
  • “Maybe he should take up knitting or something as a hobby rather than therapedic murder.”
  • “The saddest thing is that’s not even 3rd base”
  • “Veronica, you’re soaking wet!” *cue our assistant stage manager loosing her shit*
  • “My character description is just internal screaming.”
  • “Who needs a dance partner when you have weed?”
  • “I feel bad having to ask but was that supposed to be a dick joke?”
  • “Do I get extra points if one of the pills hits someone in the face?”
  • “I can’t remember the lyrics but I’m pretty sure I’m still gay”
  • “Why didn’t they just throw the bomb and run or something, like why are they so determined to die?” 
  • *recites Blue Reprise as demonic slam poetry because we didn’t have rehearsal tracks yet*  
  • “Veronica, it’s not a phase. I’m just naturally a slightly psychotic bag of angst with great hair.”
  • *music director teaching us Blue* ”They’ll curl up on your face. And purr like-” *slowly looks up from music and proceeds to put his head in his hands* “There’s moments that I evaluate my life and this is definitely one of them.”

And we’re still about 3 weeks from tech week

i love that the promo pikachus sort of reflect ash’s personality in the specific series?

os hat pikachu is happy!! excited for adventure!! look at him jumping giddily, he’s having so much fun!!

ag hat is still happy o: but he’s calmed down a bit! not so jumpy anymore, but still a happy go lucky smile on his face~

ohh in sinnoh we’re getting more Serious™, he’s ready and determined to put on a fight. but still has that mischievous smirk going on to show a playful personality!!!

a relaxed bw hat pikapal! he looks like he’s having a good time after a pretty eventful journey

things are getting serious again!! this pikachu is ready for some action, look at that dynamic pose!! a strong boy

yayy we’re back to being super excited!! new hot region, new friends, this pikachu is ready for fun and adventure!! 

Take The Trade: Part 1

Author: @sincerelystiles
Pairing: Dylan x Reader
Word Count: 2,836

Warning: THIS IS VERY SINFUL OH DEAR LORD

A/N: big fuckin thanks to the girls for encouraging me to finish this and being super supportive. i’ve been working on this for the longest time and it’s finally here, so enjoy mother fuckers x x

LISTEN TO THIS ON REPEAT!!!!


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I throw the phone onto the couch, groaning in annoyance and stomping my feet like a child as I wander to the kitchen, huffing once more to catch Dylan’s attention. “What’s wrong?” He asks, his back still turned to me as he assorted popcorn and candy into different plastic tubs.

My shoulders slouch and I climb onto the island, crossing my legs and pulling an unsatisfied face. “Everyone’s busy, they can’t make it.” I grumble under my breath with furrowed eyebrows. Friday night was game night, everyone came over to my place to eat junk food, play stupid board games and get completely wasted. But, everyone decided they’d be busy this week, which couldn’t have been any more inconvenient.

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I really would like someone to come and tell me that Betty still has feelings for Archie or that Bughead is not gonna last after this episode. Set aside the way she insisted that she believed him in front of her mom, the way he tried to protect him when seeing him so happy about the dinner, the way she angrily ended the dinner when things were turning against him and his dad, the way she cried for him to believe her, the big fat “I love Jughead” she spat to her mom’s face. You can set aside all of these if you want, considering them simple teenage excitement and infatuation. But you can’t set aside the simple fact that Betty Cooper, the same Betty Cooper that held Archie Andrews on a pedestal for years, looked him with disgust in her eyes and spat “what do you have to say?” feeling uterrly disappointed that he would do something like that to his best friend or the determined and final “I’m not talking to you ever again”, because she picked and will forever pick Jughead’s side, without even thinking twice.

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JIBCon 2017 Sunday - Jensen/Misha PO story

I can’t describe how much these photos mean to me.. everything started with me wanting two Jen/Mish photos because I couldn’t get one last year and so I was in need of a hug but I also wanted to have “something intimate” - a pose where the emotional support was visible but not stepping over any boundaries. So I came up with the idea of this pose where I stand with the back to the camera and have my arms around Misha and Jensen. That transformed to the pose you see above, where Jensen should protect Misha and me and we just hide in his chest. After 12x22 you all know this pose as the “family hug” and a friend of mine actually did exactly that with J2, but I had the idea way before 12x22 aired and after what happened in 12x23 I knew I had to give Misha as much love as he could get that weekend! 

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minimus riding around on rodimus’ shoulders is my new aesthetic tbh

my other commission from nick roche! i had just asked for rodimus and minimus, so this adorable idea was all his! and i love it so much omfg

like look at the expression on roddy’s face he is taking carrying mims around on his shoulders so srsly and minimus is just up there being Determined™

Art Lover.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Black!Reader.

Warnings: SMUT. Oral sex (fr), unnprotected sex (that’s a bad idea, bitches), flirting, Bucky being super cute.

Word Count: 2195.

Rating: 18+

Masterlist.

Remember sunday? When I told y’ala write a reader insert with a Black!Reader? Well, welcome to the party! I want to thank everyone who read Muñeca. I wasn’t expecting people to like it that much. This is dedicated, again, to everyone who thinks this kind of fic is discriminatory towards white people, specially @papi-chulo-bucky​ anon.

I am the Queen of Salt.

Tagging: @sugardaddytonystark@sexylibrarian1@thecrownedrose @erisjade@bladebarnes@ryverpenrad @acunningstargazer@palaiasaurus64 @marveldcmistress@sebstanchrisevanchickforever19

Hope you enhoy this. I love you!


Bucky loved the peace and quiet of the Museum. Once he had been cleared to, at least, roam around the public areas of King T'Challas royal compound it had became one of his favorite places to go. No one payed any attention to him there or no one did, until the day she did.

He had heard her heels clicking on the marble floor first, determined and unwavering moving in his direction, until she stopped and cleared her throat, getting him to look at her. A small, pleasant smile etched on her face.

“Sergeant Barnes, is there something I can help you with?” Her voice is soft and clear, with a slightly raspy edge to it and he looks her up, taking in her appearance, her brown skin, dark eyes, her hair.
“Not really. I just like the quiet of here” Bucky smiles “And the art is real pretty too”
“Would you like to know about it?” She’s smiling at him, soft and sweet and Bucky reminds himself that it is part of her job and she probably doesn’t want to really do this. People normally stare at him or avoid him, he’s come to the conclusion that a 6'5" guy with a metal arm is not really an inviting sight.
“I’d love that sweetheart, but I don’t wanna impose on you” He gets up, ready to leave.
“You wouldn’t be imposing, Sergeant Barnes. Is my job and you seem genuinely interested in it” She takes a deep breath and Bucky’s eyes fall to her chest, the neckline of her dress is just low enough to show a tantalizing amount of her cleavage, without being unprofessional “Besides, I like talking about it and people keep telling me I have a nice voice”
“You do have a nice voice, doll” Bucky is surprised when she giggles.
“So is true. You really do the ‘doll’ thing” She laughs softly again and then takes another deep breath “I’m so sorry… Is just…” She trails off and then takes his right arm “You see… The girls? Oh, how they love that. They get all giggly when you call them that, I bet you were a hit back in the day with the ladies” she starts walking and Bucky is completely entranced by her and her voice and her energy.
“Most of them just seem scared of me. Or my arm. Or what people say about me”
“It is a bit intimidating, but that’s part of the attractive, too… I guess” She looks at him through the corner of her eye and see him smirking a little.
Bucky chuckles lowly and she joins him, her laugh is melodious and he finds he wants to hear more of it.

When they stop in front of big painting she launches into it, talking about the artist and her life and from what part of Wakanda she is, and why and how she started painting, and Bucky listens to her. It had been so long since something caught his attention in such a way, he’s sure it is in part because of what she is saying and in part because he is under her spell. No wonder people like hearing her talk about art. He’s already thinking about coming back the next day, so she can keep showing him around, but it is getting late and he needs to head back. He’s got an appointment with the technicians that oversee his arm and Steve has been a real pain in the ass lately.

The next day he’s there and so is she. She’s smiles at seeing Bucky in front of the big painting of the day before and approaches him with that confident stride of her.
“Sergeant Barnes” Just as the day before she takes his right arm “How are you today?”
“Please, doll… Call me James or Bucky, I haven’t been Sergeant Barnes for a long time”
“Ok, James. That is such a beautiful name. You look like a James” Her smile is more open today, not as professional as the day before and Bucky wants to ask her what does she mean when she says he looks like a James.
“C'mon, doll. Is not as beautiful as you” She tilts her down bashfully and her smile turns timid, the compliment came out of his mouth before he even thought about it, like a reflex or a memory from a long time ago. He likes it, it feels good having that part of himself back, even if it is for brief moments.

It becomes their thing, he goes into the Museum almost on daily basis and she meets him there, walking through it and talking about art. But soon enough the conversation starts to shift from the art to their lives, Bucky often says that whatever she wants to know is all over the internet and she insists that’s not true, he always tries to change the subject.

One day instead of taking his right arm, she absentmindedly takes his left, Bucky goes stiff for a moment, then notices how she is distractedly tracing the plates on his boinic forearm, she has gone silent, just looking at the arm and tracing her fingers softly on it. Bucky looks at her and she looks back at him, biting her lip bashfully.
“I’m so sorry, James. Is just… I had never seen your arm this close. Is beautiful”
Bucky smirks and looks at her “I wouldn’t describe it as beautiful, you know? But you don’t have to apologize”
“No” Taking a deep breath she starts talking again “I totally have to”
Bucky chuckles humorlessly and the takes her face in his hands “Doll, is ok. Look, this arm is really out there you know? Is not easy to ignore, yet you’ve only showed curiosity over it after we, pretty much, covered every single art piece in this museum. So it doesn’t really bother me” He smiles softly and this time it does show in his eyes “And I just ran out of excuses to spend more time with you and I really wanna spend more time with you”
“James” She whispers his name and Bucky looks around making sure there’s no one coming up or down the hall, then he dips his head down and kisses her softly on the lips. There’s a couple of seconds where she’s not really doing anything besides standing there, but when she does something is more than what Bucky was expecting.
“Oh, fuck it” She mutters against his lips and kisses him back, her right hand grabbing his left forearm and the other hand going around his waist, is not rushed or frantic, is deep and needy and when they pull back she’s panting softly, with a small smirk on her lips “I was wondering if you were ever going to do that”

The moment his doorbell rings Bucky runs to it, opens it and drags her in. Kissing her hungrily and unapologetically, before kicking the door shut.
“You hungry?” She just nods and kisses him again, her arms around his neck and she kicks her high heels off, standing on her tiptoes she tangles her hands in his hair and tugs, getting a moan out of him and she giggles.
“I knew it” The little, self satisfied smirk she’s wearing after discovering he likes to get his hair pulled, turns into surprise when Bucky pushes her against a wall and places his hands at either side of her head, capturing her lips agains. Then, when Bucky tries to pull back she pulls him back in, pushing on her tip toes again.
“Doll… I’m really trying to be a gentleman here” He smiles against her lips.
“But I don’t want you to be a gentleman right now” Her hands make their way under his shirt and she feels his muscles moving softly under her fingers.
“Are you sure, doll?” He pecks her lips and she chases after him, making Bucky chuckle.
“Yes, I’m positive” She’s not even finished talking when Bucky is already lifting her from the ground by the backs of her thighs, her arms securing themselves around his neck. Lips locked together.

Bucky throws her softly on the bed and she bounces on it, a peel of laughter escaping her at his actions, he takes his shirt off pulling by the back of his neck and watches as she launches into action, taking her jacket and dress off in rapid succession, the contrast between her dark skin and her pastel colored underwear is one of the most beautiful things Bucky has ever seen, he circles her waist with his metal arm and pulls her to him, his right hand grasping the back of her neck and kissing her again, his tongue slipping inside of her mouth when she sighs.
“You’re so beautiful” He’s got her face between his hands now “I’ve wanted you since the moment you walked up to me”
He pushes her back on the bed, until she’s laying on her back and Bucky takes the sides of her underwear, pulling it down her legs and taking them off. Bucky kisses her leg, starting at her ankle and going up, until he reaches the inside of her thigh and bites down on it, making her moan out loud.
“Do you like that, doll?” He does it again and her moan is louder “C'mon sweetheart, be a good girl and use your words”
“Ugh… Yes, James. I like it” He bites down again, on her other thigh, and she mewls, now Bucky’s the one sporting a self satisfied smirk on his face.
“I’m gonna make you feel so good, doll” He parts her lower lips and flicks his thumb over her clit and she squirms a little, Bucky throws his metal arm over her hips, keeping her down just before diving into her cunt and starting to suck and lick at her clit. He enters her with one long finger of his right hand, the sweetest sigh leaving her lips at his action. Bucky looks up to find her propped on her elbows, looking down at him with dark, wide eyes, he winks at her and she shakes her head. A broken moan is all she can mutters the moment he pushes a second finger in.
Bucky starts pumping his fingers, curling them up, until he finds her g-spot, watching as she lets herself fall back down on the bed, moaning his name until she comes, panting and trembling in his arms.

When she opens her eyes Bucky is by her side, smiling down at her and caressing her belly “Doll” She tangles her hands on his hair and kisses him again, hard and deep, swinging her leg up and over his hips, straddling him and grinding against his length “Stop teasing” She licks her lips and takes his cock in her hand, guiding it to her entrance and pushing down on him, taking deep breaths while she gets used to the feel of him.
Bucky grabs her hips, desperate to find something to anchor himself and not start fucking her at once. She starts rocking her hips softly, her hands on his chest and bites her plump bottom lip when Bucky’s right hand twitches on her hip, he growls at her, desperate for her to get a move on it. Little by little she starts to move faster and faster, a light sheen of sweat covers her skin, adding a soft shine to her soft body.
She leans down and kisses Bucky, moaning into the kiss and biting his lower lip, making him groan.
Then he grabs the back of her neck and there’s no letting her go back to her previous position, keeping her forehead to forehead with him.
“Fuck… Doll, you feel so good” Bucky turns them over and lays her on her back, pushing her hands over her head and keeping them pinned there with his right hand at the same time that he starts thrusting his hips fast and hard, he tried. God, he tried to take it slow, but he knows he can’t. The need is too strong for that and her face is scrunched up in pleasure. Bucky flicks her clit and she cries out his name, her hips bucking desperately from the bed. He’s so close he can taste it but needs her to come first, he wants to see her once more. So gets to it, really gets to it, giving her clit small pinches and flicking it over and over again until she screams his name, hips bucking and legs trembling, tears forming in the corner of her eyes.
Is just in that moment that James lets himself go, coming with his face buried in her neck, teeth biting down on her shoulder, hard enough to leave teeth shaped bruises.
He stays on top of her a few moments, before rolling over and pulling her to his side, kissing her forehead.
“Doll… I had invited you to dinner” His laugh sounds sincere, even to himself.
“We can still eat. But you have bring the food here, because I don’t think I can walk right now”

Positive Vibes (ALiL Deleted Scene)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you do something for Bucky that brightens his bad day. 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,923

A/N: An anon requested “reader does something spontaneous and romantic for Bucky that she doesn’t even think of as romantic! And he is just floored by her thoughtfulness.“ This takes place between “The Little Things (Part Two)” and “The Get Together”. Here’s a track list for the CD mentioned in this part. 

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - thank you for existing and being my very best friend/editor

Originally posted by veronikaphoenix

You’re stuck in the middle of a heated debate between Bruce and Helen Cho about gamma radiation when Steve walks by. He scans the dining hall, letting his gaze fall from one table to the next, before balancing his tray in one hand so he can rub his forehead. As he does, he discreetly scans the room for a second time, reminding you of a lost child desperately seeking out his mother.

"Steve!” You call out, making sure your voice is loud enough to be heard over all the chatter. He turns around immediately, a relieved grin overtaking his features as he walks towards you.  

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Bon Soir [Lafayette x Reader] Part One

Description: You, an American patriot from a loyalist family, catch the eye of the Marquis De Lafayette one night at a tavern. After your first night with the enigmatic frenchman, you realize how turbulent life can really get in a time as turbulent as this. 

Warnings For This Chapter: Smut, alcohol, mild swearing, and mild Lams, where I could slip it in ;) 

Notes: So, there will be five parts to this story. It will, if we’re being honest here, be updated probably once or twice a week until it is finished. This story is a mix of Hamilton’s characters and actual historical stuff, and there will also be lots of appearances from the rev set in this fic, so brrrah, brrrah!! Enjoy. 

||Part Two||


It’s a beautiful night in the colony of New York, the moon full and the usual chill in the air slightly warmed. Besides it being a lovely night, it was also quite rowdy- but during these turbulent times, you couldn’t expect less from the Northern colonies.  

You pull your cloak tighter around your shoulders… it’s really not a night to be out for a lady, but you couldn’t care less. Your family still clings to the proverbial olive branch, one of the less popular voices of loyalist reconciliation. You’re a patriot, through and through, and any chance you have to escape your frankly shameful homestead under an anonymous family name at night to “cavort” with those who share your views on freedom, you take.

Slipping down a dark alley with the hood of your cloak pulled up, you find your way into the even rowdier Fraunces Tavern. Looking around, you smile. Men clinking their sloshing drinks together, shouts and jeers at the king tossed around liberally- this was the beginning of a revolution, and you’d be damned if you missed it.

“You lookin’ for a good time, honey?” some guy with a heavy Boston accent asks you from the table next to the door, and you turn to him.

“I’m looking for a drink, and whatever good time I can derive from that.” The guy still stares at you, waiting for a follow up, so you decide to win even more favour by voicing your views. “Fuck the king?”

The entire table bursts out in cheers and pounds their fists and mugs down repeatedly as you smirk and saunter past them. You get to the bar, and ask for a Sam Adams, before turning around and surveying. To answer the drunk man’s question, you aren’t actively seeking that sort of good time, really… but, nights like these were full of exceptions.

“Here you are, miss,” the friendly bartender nods to you, then pauses, “I’ve seen you in here a couple times now, and I don’t recall your name.” He looks genuinely confused. “Who’s your husband?”  

“I’ll let you know once I find one,” you wink, and cross the tavern to occupy a booth. Just as you’re lifting up your skirts to sit, the door crashes open, and in come four very loud young men.

“What time is it?!” one yells, and the other three yell back, “Showtime!” while cackling and slapping each other on the back.

You roll your eyes again, imagining all the fights they were sure to start tonight. The bartender seems to know them, and pours four ales for them as well. Snatching up his drink, the short one with the ponytail and goatee marches right up to the table in the middle, getting up on it and chugging half his mug.

“To the revolution!” he finally bursts out with, and almost trips off the table. The large one with the beanie catches him, shaking his head with a grin, and the second shortest one with curly hair and freckles joins the talker with a close arm around his shoulder.

“Now this is the place to be, amiright boys?!” freckles shouts, taking a long drink.

“Oui oui, mon ami,” another voice chuckles, and your interest is immediately peaked. A frenchman in the colonies? The excitement of these taverns is incomparable, and it is exciting to say the least to hear someone from so far away- you know a little of the language, or what you had learned as a girl.

You watch in quiet admiration as a tall, athletically built man with dark hair tied up in a bun and a close trimmed beard steps out, carrying two mugs of ale. He hands one to beanie man, and plops his own down on the table. “We must tell the king casse toi with our war effort!”

“We will, Laf,” beanie assures, “But first? Horses.”

“What?” freckles and goatee both say at the same time.

“Corsets,” beanie laughs, rubbing the back of his neck, “I meant corsets.”

“Hercules, you are an idiot,” Laf deadpans.

“I’m the most mature one here,” Hercules shoots back.

“Easy, when tes amis are Alexander Hamilton and John Laurens.”

Hercules lets out a booming laugh, and is soon joined by Laf’s own charming snicker. Alex and John are too enamoured with their own private conversation to notice much.

Your eyes train on Laf. If he was french, he must have a longer name than that… you’re determined to know it. He was undeniably a charmer- he was handsome, dashing as a prince, and very stylish. With the words he had uttered earlier, you found it safe to assume he’s as passionate about American independence as you are.

You make an excuse to walk by.

Heyyy there,” goatee (Alexander)? calls, swivelling his head to look at you.

Bingo.

Hercules lets out a low whistle as you turn to face them. “I don’t mean to be too forward, but madamn.”

"What the ever loving merde is that supposed to mean, Hercules?” Laf’s face scrunches up, and Herc just shrugs.

“Works on most of ‘em.”

“I’m Alexander Hamilton, bastard, orphan, son of a whore,” Alex jumps up, grasping your hands, and you can see the gears in his slightly drunk mind turning. “So I’d love to flirt for like, a really long time because you’re pretty and everything, but there’s a revolution to plot-”

“-And drink to!” John adds.

“-And drink to, as my beautiful lover Jackie just piped in and waaait, I’m probably not supposed to say shit like that in a tavern full of guys who will probably have me castrated for it, but hey, we die like men, right?”

“Yo, um, sorry 'bout him,” John blushes with a slight slur, coming over to guide Alex back to his seat. “He gets- *hic*- chatty when he’s tipsy.” You just laugh, letting them know it’s no big deal. John doesn’t seem very interested in you romantically or sexually, only greets with a good natured- albeit tipsy as well- smile. Hercules gets up to introduce himself.

“Hercules Mulligan. I’m Irish.” He drops his voice down to a whisper. “That’s kind of my thing.” Laf gets up to hip bump Hercules out of the way, take your hand, and press a kiss to it. You blush deeply.

“Bon soir, belle mademoiselle. I am Paul Yves Roch-”

Heeere we go,” Alex slurs.

“-Gilbert de Motier de Marquis de Lafayette,” Laf finishes with a glare to his friends, then turns back to you with a gaze that could only be described as… lust ridden?

“Plaisir,” you reply in french, and his eyes widen, his entire body straightening like an arrow in excitement.

“You speak my mother tongue, cherie?!”

“Only a little,” you confess with a timid giggle, “I’m not French, monsieur Lafayette, only acquired some words from my studies.”

“Gorgeous and intelligent,” he flirts, “A lady after my heart.”

“Handsome and bold,” you volley back, “A man after mine.”

“OHHHH SHIT!” John shouts, and Alex begins to laugh.

“GUESS WHO’S GETTING IT IN TONIGHT?!”

“Not you two,” Laf growls, and John and Alex tumble over each other watching you both. Hercules just rolls his eyes, and downs his drink.

“Care to drink with us?” Lafayette offers, outstretching his hand, and you happily accept. Hercules gets up to grab you another beer, and slides it over to you. John begins to chug his second, and you smirk, taking it as a challenge. Downing yours to the last drop, you’ve finally earned the respect of Hercules Mulligan as he bangs on the table and shakes his head.

“You are getting better and better as the night goes on,” Laf whispers, and you laugh.

“Is that the alcohol talking?”

“On the contrary, cherie, I am still on my first… though I may be thinking with something other than my mind,” he alludes, and you feel a shiver run through you.

He is very attractive.

“What brings you to the colonies?” you ask Lafayette conversationally, and he takes a sip of his ale.

“Revolution.”

“You’re here for congressional duties?” you feign ignorance, though you know how to identify a congressman- powdered wigs, brightly coloured jackets, and stuffy mannerisms. Nothing Laf possessed.

“Ah no, mademoiselle. War is imminent- that is the talk here and overseas. I will fight as one of you for your glorious country!”

“Ayyy, to our fighting frenchman!” Alex lifts his mug, and John raises his as well.

“Very brave,” you murmur, “I wish I could serve in the continental army.”

“You can still do your part at home,” Laf assures, taking your hands excitedly, “You can make gunpowder, you can sew uniforms, you can…” he suddenly hesitates, lowering his eyes, “Pray for and write letters to your husband.”

“Why does everyone in this tavern assume I have a husband?” you tease, and he looks back up.

“Forgive me. No one has, eh… courted you yet?”

“Courted me? Oh, quite a few. I have yet to accept,” you giggle, “I suppose I’m just as hard to please as the next young lady.”

“I, too, have very specific tastes,” he nods, and bites his lip, “Mais, it would be very nice to have a woman to boost my morale on the battlefield.”

“Wait… hey, what’s your name?” John laughs, “We didn’t even ask!”

“Oh,” you blush, eye contact with Lafayette broken, “Um…” You sigh. It shouldn’t be any trouble to give them your real name. “(y/n) (y/l/n).”

Everyone repeats your name, raises a glass, and drinks. Lafayette smirks at you a moment longer, then drinks as well.

As the night wears on, you start to become even closer with the group. Stories are passed around, drinking games are played, and talk that would’ve sounded like treason in many other colonies flowed freely from your mouth with the boys. As the night begins to dwindle with the candles burning down close by, hands begin to wander, skirts began to lift a few inches, and blood begins to rise.

“Raise one last glass to freedom,” John finally says, somewhat soberly, as everyone stands up, “Something they can never take away.”

“No matter what they tell you,” Herc adds, placing a hand over his heart.

“Raise a glass to the… five of us, here tonight,” Alex nods, looking to you, “Our cause is a great one.”

“King George will never stand a chance,” you finish, and everyone downs their last sip and sits back down. With that, Laf takes your hand, rubbing a thumb over your knuckle. You turn to him, and take note of how he’s staring at your lips. Danger and adrenaline course through your veins, imagining just what he could be picturing right now. Practically in his lap by now, you shift your hips a little, and he sucks in a sharp breath.

“It is getting late, ma cherie,” he murmurs, obviously holding back, and begins to stand.

“It is,” you nod, moving to brush your fingers along the hem of his blue coat, and grasp your fingers firmly in his lapel. His eyes dart to meet yours, dark and warning, and his fingers find yours as he lets out a wistful sigh.

“(y/n)… I am a gentleman, and you have had too much to drink.”

“I assure you,” you grin, turning the tables and ghosting a kiss over his knuckles, “I have not.”

He spends a long time staring at you, debating mentally. You can feel him hardening in his breeches under you, but despite his uncomfortable expression and beading sweat, he doesn’t make even the slightest nudge to meet your grinding movements.

“Are you quite certain?” he finally asks, interest beginning to spark again in his eyes as he realizes that maybe you do want him like this.

“All I want is to feel your lips on my neck,” you confirm with a whisper in his ear, and he slots his large hand around your wrist, standing you up. The three others don’t even question it as Laf leads you out the back door, and the once the heavy wooden door closes, you’re both free. He immediately presses the front of you right up against the brick, pulling your hair aside and grazing his teeth over the back of your neck.

“Then, if there are no reservations on either of our parts, I will give you everything you need,” he growls, and continues his attack on your neck, showering kisses up and down. You flip around so that you can face him, and he pins you back again, opening up the neck of your dress just a little more for better access.

Lafayette’s gaze is hungry. Your excitement is known to him as he reaches under your dress, unbuttons your underclothes and realizes you’re already wet for him.

“So eager,” he groans, “Such an eager little kitten, desperate for her papa, hm?”

“Oh,” you sigh, his words sending pulses down to your core. He pulls your underclothes off, but as his long fingers are about to breach you, he pauses.

“You… have been touched or taken before, yes?”

You bite your lip, look around, and nod shyly. If word of that got out around here, you’d be off the market, as it were…. not that you particularly desired to on the market, but that was a different matter entirely. His face blossoms into a grin, and he lifts your legs up to wrap around him.

“Hold onto me, cherie, do not let go,” he murmurs, and once your arms are secure around his neck as well, he uses one hand to unbutton his breeches. You can already see the outline of his large cock, and once he has everything undone, he pulls it out.

“Monsieur, you’re so big,” you whine, and he gazes at you, licking his lips.

“We can make it fit, ma cherie,” he whispers, “Spread your legs a little wider for me… that is it, kitten… like that.”

You keen under the pet name, and he positions himself at your entrance before finally pushing in, groaning together with you as you tighten around him.

“Oui, oui, yes…” he breathes, “That is good… so good for me…” He sucks his lip between his teeth, and after a few seconds, begins to move, nudging you back against the wall with each deep thrust. He’s very large, so he has no trouble hitting that spot that drives you crazy, but he makes it even better when his fingers find your clit; Laf has a different approach than most men do, though- the select few you’d been with (if they make the effort to find it at all) rub with harsh, rough pushes… Lafayette massages you in slow circles, making you moan for him.

Leaning forward, the intensity between you increases as your foreheads meet, lips drifting close to each other and parting, almost kissing but not for minutes at a time. The teasing was getting to him, and he finally surges forward, breathing in your breath. You give his bottom lip a feisty bite, and he smiles, drawing away.

“You are a true northern belle, mademoiselle (y/n),” he mumbles, panting, “You are not like other ladies.”

“Oh, on the contrary sir,” you reply, “I simply don’t bother with the false customs. I say, fuck tradition, and fuck anybody who wishes to advise me otherwise.”

“There is a revolution on because of Americans who share your general mindset, ma chou,” he grins, and kisses you again.

As you both begin to race toward your climax, his thrusts increase, and you’re soon being pounded into the wall, legs tight around his ass and cries being muffled in his blue coat.

“Please… ah, Laf….”

“(y/n), so perfect, j’aime votre parfum…”

As he whispers your name, you hear voices, and turn to see two men walking by the alley on the road, in hats and coats. They sound southern.

“What if th…th-” you gasp, and Laf strokes your cheek.

“They will not see us, it is too dark. Besides, why would anybody pay attention to a stray kitten, begging in an alley, like you?”

“Ah,” you throb again at his dark laugh, and he shrugs.

“Also, the alleyway behind a tavern is where all the drunkards stumble out to vomit. No respectable man or woman wants to see that.”

“What an arousing image,” you scowl, and lean in for another kiss.

“You are so beautiful,” he mumbles against your lips once you part, and licks a line up your neck to just below your ear; you’re losing yourself to the pleasure. “Do you think you can come for me, ma (y/n)?” Laf rasps in your ear, stroking over your clit fondly, and you nod with a little whine, crying out his name softly as he slams in particularly hard. Circling his hips to guide you through a long orgasm, he lets out a little gasp of his own after you’ve finished. As you shake and pant his name, he sets you down carefully before quickly pulling out and taking himself in hand, jerking frantically a couple times and coming like a shot against the brick wall. Your name falls from his lips a few times like a prayer, and soon, you’re both sated and exchanging lazy tongue kisses, tasting each other’s mouths in the night air.

It’s chillier than it was earlier. You should get home before your one of your sisters or father notices you’re gone.

“When do you leave to join the ranks?” you ask, staring into his eyes. He does up his buttons precisely, patiently and one at a time.

“Very soon, I assume, cherie.”

“How very childish of me, but… what you said, about having someone to look out for you…”

“Mmm?”

“Will you…” you look down, embarrassed, and take off a ring on your pinky finger. “Remember me over a couple beers with your friends?”

His eyes light up, and he presses a long kiss to your cheek.

“When I wake up and when I fall asleep, (y/n).”

You smile a little. “Thank you for your service.”

He kisses your hand one last time. “If it takes fighting a war and, eh…” he leans in to your ear, brushing your hair back, “getting better acquainted behind a tavern to meet, it will, most certainly, have been worth it, ma chou,” he smiles back.

You dance and sigh your way home, ignorant of every redcoat who gives you a second dirty look. With men like the Marquis de Lafayette and his friends leading the troops, those bastards’ll be back home where they belong in no time.

Split - Kai Scenario. Part 4

Summary: You have a perfect life. A perfect little house, perfect little son who just went to Kindergarten for the first time and finally your more than perfect husband, whom you love more than your life. Of course that was three weeks ago. Before your husband decided to leave the family.

Word Count: 3145

A/n: I finally uploadeed!!!

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When you and Tae return from your work on Friday, he doesn’t even let you take off his jacket properly. He quickly gets rid of his shoes and runs off to somewhere in the house.

You know what he feels. Of course you know, don’t you feel the same too? Everything inside your body is shaking from nervousness or excitement or maybe anxiety, but this time you are determined to control yourself. You are a mother. You won’t let yourself act like a teenager again.

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Harry Styles - “Confessions” Part Seven

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Harry’s POV

Why did I leave? Why did I walk out? I laid in my bed at my childhood home asking myself those questions everyday as I cried myself to sleep. Every damn day I had to be reminded that I was alone, that I once again fucked up the best thing I ever had. The image of her rushing after my car, pleading with me not to go, haunted my brain constantly. It was all that I saw, all that I think about. 

“Call her, Harry.” My mom told me when I confided in her how much I regretted leaving, how much I missed Y/N, and how badly I wanted to fix this. “You know she will listen.” I had come to my mums when I left the house. I thought about going to Gemma’s but I sometimes you just need your mum, no matter how old you get. 

“Will she though?” I question, frowning at her. I could feel my eyes welling up in tears again. I couldn’t help it. I felt like a piece of me was missing. Nothing made sense without her. “I fucked up again, mum. First I cheated, then I though’ I got another girl pregnant, and then I walk out on her even though she begged me to stay. She chased after me, mum. Would you keep holding on if you were her?” My mum gives me a sad look then, reaching over to grip at my hand. 

“You never know unless you try.” Those words kept playing through my head for the rest of the day. Maybe she was right. Maybe I could at least try and talk to Y/N, see how she was doing and if there was possibly anyway that we could make this work and fix it. 

It was two days later that I finally managed to drag myself out of my mothers house and drive the familiar streets towards my old home that I had spent the last few years sharing with Y/N. My hands were tense around the steering wheel, my grip tight and my fingers even shook a little. What would I say? What would she say? Would she even want to speak to me at all? 

When I knocked on the door and a minute later her face appeared before me, every single thought that I’d had flew out of my mind and I couldn’t speak. I opened my mouth, short sounds squeaking their way out but I couldn’t form an actual sentence. I looked down into her gorgeous eyes and as I saw her face begin to crumble, I felt mine do the same. 

“I’m sorry.” I whisper as she falls into my chest. I bury my face in her hair as our arms wrap tightly around one another. It was there, her wrapped up in my arms, the smell of her sweet shampoo under my nose, that I felt whole again. Just feeling her soft skin under my fingertips, her arms tight around my torso, the sound of her breathing, I was home and I knew in that moment that I would do whatever I had to do to make her mine and make this work again. I needed her. I wasn’t going to just drive away or ruin this again, I couldn’t. 

YOUR POV

When you opened the door and saw Harry standing there, his hair floppy and a bit dirty, his clothes wrinkled, looking nothing like his usual put together self, you were overcome with a million different emotions. As you looked up into those green eyes, watching those pink lips try to form words that just wouldn’t come, you knew he felt the same so you did the one thing you really wanted to. As he speaks an apology, you collapse in his arms. 

You bury your face in the fabric of his t-shirt, snuggling up as close as you could. You could hear his quick heartbeat under your ear and took in the smell of his familiar cologne. You missed these little things, his smell, his touch, his softness. 

“Want to come in?” You ask him finally, breaking the silence to pull back and look back up at him. He gives a small nod, a smile gracing the corner of his lips. You nod and lead the way back inside. “Would you like some tea?” You ask him once inside. 

“Love some.” He answers, giving you a small smile. While you busy yourself with the kettle, he takes a seat on a stool at the counter, watching you work. Neither of you spoke. What could you say? What had he come to say? 

“So how have you been?” You finally speak after sliding him a steaming mug of tea made up just how he drinks it. You stand across from him, a mug of your own in your hands. You watch him take a small sip, clearly trying to delay answering the question. 

“Been stayin’ with mum.” He finally speaks, setting the tea down. He shifts a bit in his seat, not looking at you. You put your own drink down, giving a nod. You had wondered where he was staying the last week he was gone. You’d thought about sending him texts or calling but every time your finger hovered over the call or send button you remember how you had chased after him and he still left so how he felt had been pretty clear and trying to contact him would be useless. “’m sorry for drivin’ away like tha’.” It was after moments of silence that Harry finally spoke these words. 

“You did what you felt was right.” You answered, looking away as those green eyes of his peered across at you. His brow was furrowed and a look of regret was forming. You didn’t want to see any of that. You turn away, reaching for your tea. “I was actually doing some thinking.” You tell him before he could speak. 

“Wha’ abou’?” He wondered, watching you. His heart started to race against his chest as he watches you sigh. You were probably going to tell him that no matter what it was done, that he had been right to walk out. 

“You shouldn’t have to stay at your mother’s house,” You start. “I have been thinking, ever since all of this started, that I don’t want to be in this house anymore.” Harry had to admit that the words she spoke were not what he was expecting but he felt them hurt all the same. “I can’t be here. I’ve been looking for somewhere else to live. So… you can move back in here.” The thought of no longer living here, of no longer calling this home caused an ache in your chest and you had to bite at your lower lip, attempting to keep the tears at bay. You run your fingers along the rim of your mug, glancing up at Harry.

He was staring at you with a look of pure confusion. His green eyes were glazed over and his breathing had begun to increase. You were leaving. You were looking for somewhere else to live. Somewhere other than this home. The home that the two of you had purchased together. He thought back to the days after you’d moved in. There was barely any furniture, the two of you took to eating dinners sat on top of the counter, laughing and joking about how you didn’t even need to get a table and chairs. He remembered arguing over what color the curtains should be in the bedroom - if they should match the comforter or the throw pillows. In the end the two of you made this house a home together and the thought of one or neither of you not living here didn’t feel right. 

“This house was supposed to be our forever.” He whispers this, barely able to get his voice above a whisper. The tears that had begun filling his green eyes moments before finally spill over. “We were going to raise our children here. We made sure there were enough rooms for at least two, you remembe’?” The two of you had gone back and forth on many things, but agreeing on how many bedrooms your house needed was agreed upon almost instantly. The two of you wanted at least two children and had planned accordingly. The two extra bedrooms never were fully completed. They were guest bedrooms at the moment but they had it in mind that the second they needed to it could be converted into a nursery. “We used to sit out on the back porch over lookin’ the yard and talk-”

“I know what we used to talk about, Harry.” You cut him off, your voice low as you close your eyes, a couple of tears fall down your cheeks. “Do I need to remind you why we’re having the discussion of us no longer living here?” He gives a sigh, reaching up to push his hair from his forehead. He looks across the counter at you, his tear filled green eyes piercing into you. 

“I came over here because I want to talk about tryin’ again. I shouldn’t have walked ou’ like tha’. I’ve regretted it the second I was gone.” You felt a bit of anger flare up then.

“Then why wait so long to come back? If you’d just turned the car around we could have worked everything out but instead you left and stayed gone. So I’ve started moving on, or trying to. And leaving this place is my first step. You can have the house, sell it, move another girl in, I don’t care.” You go to walk out of the room but he jumps of from his stool and grabs for your arm, pulling you to a stop. 

“Don’ you ge’ it, Y/N?” He questions, looking down at you. Neither one of you cared about how both of you had wet cheeks with more tears falling. The two of you just stared at each other. “No matter how big of an idiot I have been lately, there is no one else for me bu’ you. We can make this work.”

“Harry, we tried to make this work before and it didn’t.” He releases your arm, taking a step back to sigh, tugging a bit at the hair on his head. 

“‘m not giving up on us, love, never.” He makes complete eye contact with you then, letting you see the seriousness etched into his handsome face. “We can do this at your pace, yeah?” He walks forward and take your hands. You look up into those still a bit tear filled, but now determined, green eyes and allow yourself to return the pressure that his long ringed fingers give yours. “I’ll stay at my mum’s for a bit longer and I’ll take you on dates, we can go the cinema’s, go to our favorite pub. We can start over until we ge’ back to where we were, until you are comfortable enough with me again. You don’ have to have sex with me, you don’ have to touch me, you don’ even have to kiss me if you don’ want tha’.” 

You didn’t know how to respond. Harry wanted to try again, to essentially start over. He cheated on you, he hurt you, but he was willing to do anything and everything possible to start over. And you wanted to, you’d wanted that before but just simply couldn’t stop picturing him with that girl. His proposed idea though, taking it slow, and building it back up might be what needs to happen as opposed to jumping right back in and expecting everything to be where it had been before. 

“What do you say, love?” Harry was filled with such hope as he watched you, he watched the idea of this flow across your brain. He watched you bite at your lower lip as you thought this through. It would kill him not to be able to kiss you but he would rather wait until you were ready for it than never be able to do it again. “We can make this work. I love you so much, we can do this.” You meet his eyes and find yourself nodding. 

“Okay.” You finally answer. “I’m willing to try it that way. I can’t promise that I’ll ever reach where we were or how I felt and want to sleep with you but I’m willing to try to get there again. I want to try.” You watch his face light up into a grin before he pulls you into his chest. “Oh, and Harry?” He pulls back then, frowning down at you. 

“Yes, my love?” He questions, his arms sliding around your waist. You smile up at him as you rest your hands on his muscular chest. 

“This is it. If we can’t make it work this time… that’s it.” He frowns for a second but then nods, cracking a bit of a smile. You look at those perfect pink lips and know even though he said the two of you didn’t have to kiss if you weren’t comfortable with that, you missed the feel of them on yours. “Kiss me.” You whisper, glancing from his lips up to him. 

“You sure?” He wonders, not wanting to push you or make you feel like you had to but you bring a hand up to tangle in the curls at the back of his head and pull him down so his lips meet yours. 

“I was hoping I wasn’t going to see you walking through that door again today.” Anne says as soon as she sees her son enter her living room an hour later. She was shocked though to see that he was grinning as he drops himself down onto the couch beside her. 

“Mind if I stay here for a few more weeks?” He asks her, looking over at her as he leans his head back on the couch. “Y/N and I are tryin’ again but we’re startin’ over. So I’m going to take her on dates and woo her all over again.” He explains. Anne breaks into a smile then. “We tried to jus’ go back to wha’ we were before all of this. We need to build it back up.” 

“I think that’s a great idea, Harry,” Anne tells him. “You are welcome to stay here of course.” Harry reaches over and pulls his mom into a sideways hug, kissing at her temple. 

“Thanks, mum.” He whispers, still hugging her tight. He closes his eyes as he takes in her warm embrace. Sometimes your mothers hugs were the best cure for a situation and could make you feel better no matter what and that’s definitely how Harry felt about his mum’s hugs. “Thank you for still believing in her and I. We’re gonna work this out, I know we will.” Anne pulls back then, smiling at her son. 

“I know you will, Harry, I know.” She rests a hand on his cheek, leaning in to kiss the other one. “No one is meant to be together more than you and Y/N.” Harry couldn’t help but agree. 

loving him, loving her. (m) | 01

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre/Warnings : Smut, Angst  /  languagementions of cheating

Word Count: 10,062

Description: When the feelings that you’ve always had for your friend Taehyung lead you down an unsteady path, you end up getting stuck. It’s an endless cycle of leaving her for you, and you for her, but there’s only one of you that he truly loves—and unfortunately you know you can’t make him say your name, when all he knows is hers.

A/N: inspiration comes from the song her (loving you). also this is the full length scenario of a drabble (here), that i wrote a couple of months ago


You sensed the emptiness before you even opened your eyes, but it didn’t make the ache in your chest feel any less painful when you saw the vacant space next to you, where his body used to lay. You reached out, running your hand along the rumpled sheets, it was cool to the touch, meaning he’d been gone for a while.

It looks like they made up again.

You weren’t sure how long you stared at the empty space on the bed, a million questions running through your mind. Did he hesitate when he climbed out of the sheets this time, silently slipping his clothes back on, as he left you alone, again

You rolled to your back, staring up at the ceiling, the want to sleep completely dissipating from you. Your mind was instead occupied with the memories of tonight. Swollen lips, clashing teeth, fingernails on skin, heavy breathing, lust-filled stares from him, and love-infected gazes from you. The thoughts make your heart race, and you can almost perfectly remember the feeling of his breath on your skin and his voice in your ear. 

But now you were left with nothing.

No person to cuddle with when the night got too cold, no person to wake up to when morning finally came, no person at all.

No Taehyung at all.

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you want sensitive? i can be sensitive!

“What’s up your arse today?” Aaron inquired, slouching down on the couch next to Robert, cup of tea and half a packet of digestives in hand. If he covered their couch in crumbs again, Robert was not going to be held responsible for his actions (well, his passive aggressive hoovering.)

“Hi Aaron, great to see you too, did you have a nice day?” Robert muttered in response, already in a bad mood before Aaron had even opened his mouth, his husband not exactly helping matters.

Aaron rolled his eyes, sticking his feet up on the coffee table. “You know, if you’d talk to me, instead of make snarky comments, maybe I’d know what was wrong with you,” he responded easily, eyes on the telly.

Robert couldn’t exactly blame Aaron for having no time for his moods, but he couldn’t exactly stop himself from huffing slightly, shifting himself up the couch and away from Aaron.

“Robert, if you’re going to act like a child, I can just keep watching telly while you throw a tantrum,” Aaron glanced over at him, soggy digestive still in his mug, the biscuit threatening to fall to pieces in the hot liquid.

“Sometimes,” Robert began, already feeling like an absolute idiot the second he opened his mouth. “Sometimes it feels like you treat me more like a mate than your husband.”

Aaron snorted, mouth full of biscuit as he replied. “What I did to you in the shower this morning is definitely not something mates do to each other,” he replied, hitting mute button on the television, pausing whatever episode of the Big Bang Theory that was blaring in the background.

Robert couldn’t hide his smirk, thinking of how Aaron had pinned him against the wall of the shower that morning and just fucked him for all he was worth, leaving him dazed and out of it for long enough that they ended up being late for work.

“Whats brought this on, eh?” Aaron nudged, chewing thoughtfully on another digestive, Robert about half a second away from saying there was dinner in the oven and he was going to ruin his appetite before he bit his tongue, realising it was an age old argument he was never going to win.

(Anyway, Aaron ate all around him 24/7 and never ruined his appetite - the perks of being twenty five, Robert supposed.)

“Bernice, she said we’re not very… sensitive with each other,” Robert said, wincing as the remembered the strange conversation he’d had with his sister that afternoon, newly qualified marriage counsellor Bernice Blackstock deciding that Aaron, Robert and their second marriage was going to be her pet project.

Aaron laughed. Properly, full-on belly laughed, the sound infectious, despite the half serious conversation they were attempting to have. “You’re listening to Bernice when it comes to how we should be acting now we’re married?” he snickered, taking a swig of her tea. “She is the person that stole Katie’s wedding dress and tried to get Andy to run away with her, I wouldn’t exactly think she’s the best person to take relationship advice from.”

“I know, but…” Robert trailed off, picking at a loose thread in the cushion. “I don’t know, sometimes you can be a bit matey. You said goodbye to me today by giving me a pat on the back!”

Aaron set his cup of tea down, shoving the biscuits down the side of the couch so he could focus on Robert, laughter evident on his now pretend serious expression, his eyes bright, and blue, and the kind of happy Robert had once convinced himself he’d never be the cause of again.

“So you want me to be more sensitive?” Aaron asked, tone mocking.

Robert sunk back in the couch, rolling his eyes. “You’re such a dick, I was just trying to be honest with ya,” he mumbled, knowing he’s only really felt insecure about it all because he’d spent the afternoon home, alone, and dwelling on it.

“No, you want sensitive, I can be sensitive,” Aaron laughed, leaning in to nuzzle his nose against Robert’s neck, giving him a sickly sweet grin. “Hey baby, how was your day?”

Robert grimaced at the petname. “Don’t call me baby, you know I think it’s weird,” he mumbled in response.

“Baby, I’m just trying to be more sensitive,” Aaron gave him a shocked look, throwing a leg over Robert’s lap, pressing his whole body close to Robert. “I want us to sit her for the next hour while you tell me about every second of your day, and then I’ll very sensitively list off all the things I love about you, and then-“

“You’re such a pain in the arse,” Robert laughed, pinching Aaron’s sides, trying to duck away from the messy, slobbering kisses Aaron was pressing to every inch of his face, lips brushing against his cheeks, and chin, and earlobes.

“Don’t make fun of my sensitivity,” Aaron faked a pout. “I’m just trying to show you how much I love you, my…. teddy bear.”

“I think I’m actually going to be sick.”

“Sunshine? Sweetness? Oh, I have a good one - honeybuns,” Aaron grinned, looking absolutely delighted with himself as he came up with the worst pet names in the book, determined to take the absolute piss.

Robert couldn’t help himself as he laughed, shaking his head. “If you ever call me honeybuns again, I’m going to divorce you,” he said, wrapping his arms around Aaron’s waist, wandering fingers bunching up the end of his jumper, tracing patterns on his skin.

Aaron looked suddenly serious, their faces inches from each other as Aaron sat, comfortable in Robert’s lap. “You know how I feel about you,” he said quietly, fingers running through Robert’s hair, musing up the usually neat blond strands. “We don’t need to prove it to anyone else.”

“I know,” Robert said, knowing in his heart of hearts it was completely true, they had nothing to prove, not to each other, not to anyone else. “I just got in my own head a bit, I guess.”

“Well, if it happens again, talk to me,” Aaron grinned wickedly. “Schnookums.”

Robert rolled his eyes, holding tightly to Robert’s waist before he flipped them over, trapping Aaron against the couch with his weight, his husband laughing delightedly, clearly enjoying taking the piss. “Forget I said anything - baby.”

“See, it’s just weird when you do it,” Aaron wrinkled his nose, legs wrapped tightly around Robert’s waist, not letting him move an inch - not that he wanted to move an inch, lying on Aaron surprisingly comfortable.

Robert hummed his agreement. “Grown men shouldn’t ever say baby,” he mumbled, burying his face in the crook of Aaron’s neck. “I missed you this afternoon.”

“Me too,” Aaron admitted quietly, hands still running through Robert’s hair, his touch familiar, grounding. “I reckon we’ve got about a half an hour before Liv’s home to just lie here. Sensitive enough for ya?”

Robert smiled into Aaron’s neck, nodding as much as he could when he was effectively trapped underneath Aaron’s hands. “Good enough for now, anyway.”

Moon of Fire Part ii (Sastiel Sequel)

Thank you so much to everyone who showed their love for the first of part of Moon of Fire! Special mention to @thebookdiviner for her amazing, beautiful, gorgeous aesthetics edit for part i as well!

If you haven’t read A Court of Fire and Dreams:
Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV and Part V.

Moon of Fire:
Part i, Part ii, Part iii, Part iv, Part v

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“Bring her back,” Kastiel had shouted, clawing at the floorboards in the House of Mist. “Bring her back!”
“She’s gone, Kastiel,” Amren said, pulling him to his feet.
Kastiel shook his head. “How do you know? How do you know where she went, if she’s alright, if she’s made it? How do you know?”
Amren’s mouth was about to open, about to make a sound, before Kastiel was yanked from his dream.
He was sweaty, despite the open windows that let the cool breeze of the night in. He wished the dream hadn’t ended so abruptly, so he could hear Amren’s steady voice, explaining to him everything so vividly, so clearly, as if to say how could you ever doubt me, Kastiel?
Now, he lay awake in the bed he’d shared with Seraphine.
It was cold and empty—just as he was.
Though he couldn’t shake that feeling, that undeniable dread at the thought of Seraphine gone from him. Somewhere he couldn’t go.
I came alive when I met you she had said to him.
Yet she still left.
And he didn’t come with her.
The shadows rippled in the corner of his eye. Anyone who wouldn’t have known what to look for could have easily mistaken it for nothing. Though Kastiel knew better.
“Father asked you to spy on me again?” he said into the shadows.
“Not quite,” Azriel said, appearing at the foot of his bed. “I’m just here to check on you.”
Kastiel turned those words over and over in his head. He couldn’t understand what exactly he was feeling—couldn’t even put it into words. But he was certain on one thing—he shouldn’t have let Seraphine’s fingers slip from his hands. He shouldn’t have let her go through the portal alone, without him, without telling her how he felt. Letting Seraphine go was the biggest mistake of his life.
“I’m going to get her back. I’m going to tell her.”
He met his uncle’s eyes and shifted to the side of the bed to make room.
Azriel laid down next to him and together, they comforted each other in their silence.

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anonymous asked:

Omfg new cool FFXV writing blog yaaay <3 How about the boyband crushing hard on a female friend but they don't want to ruin the friendship. Or appear to be that guy who is in it for the booty. So they accidentally fess up in a normal conversation and she's stunned. Does she reject them or agree to take it slow? Up to you love <3

Okay so this request got me so excited that I think I’m going to do both outcomes?? like what I’m putting here is her accepting their feelings, but I totally plan to break these boys’ hearts in a separate post. I can’t help it. I gotta do both

Thanks for the wonderful request, anon! Enjoy some nervous chocobros!

(looooong post, guys. strap in)

Noctis:

He didn’t mean to tell you.

He was content with his feelings remaining a secret. He was happy with simply being in your presence, even if you were oblivious to the way his heart raced any time that you were near. If it meant that he could stay with you for a little while longer, he would be just friends for as long as possible.

Then he went and screwed it up, throwing a wrench in his plans with a few simple words.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

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The Day Before- A Remus Lupin Blurb (SMUT)

anonymous asked: hi luv! can i ask for a remus lupin smut? maybe before full moon, he’s jealous of sirius bcs he’s reader’s bff and gets all passionate and rough?

It was mid-September; the leaves had just begun to turn brilliant crimsons and ambers. Seeing them fall around the grounds of Hogwarts had made you want nothing more than to adventure out and take an afternoon walk and just enjoy the autumn air. Remus hadn’t exactly felt the same. Though normally your boyfriend would be thrilled to spend all afternoon out in nature with you, the full moon was imminent, making him particularly moody. He had urged you to still go, never wanting to hold you back from doing something you loved, especially because of a part of him he’d rather forget existed.

That’s how you and Sirius ended up romping around together for a long time that day. So long, in fact, that dinner had come and gone without the two of you. You returned to the Gryffindor common room arm in arm with Sirius, roaring with laughter at one of his many jokes. His dark hair fell perfectly around his chiseled face, always giving off an air of being effortlessly handsome. Remus was sitting in a tall backed chair by the window, his chin perched in the palm of his hand. His eyes were fixated on the pair as they continued to be amused by one another.

“Remus! I’m so glad you’re down here! We’ve had jus—“ you began, making your way over to him before you were cut off.

“It’s dark out,” he stated firmly, his eyes darting over to Sirius.

“Yes, I know. I’m sorry we’re a little late but…” you started once again, but it was clear then that nothing you could say would make a difference in his disposition.

“I was worried sick! And all this time, my best mate’s been trying to steal my girlfriend!” he shouted accusingly. Sirius’ face was a mix of disbelief and hurt.

“Steal your…? Moony! You must be batty! You know Y/N is like a sister to me! What’s gotten into you?!” he pleaded. It killed him to see his best friend to clearly torn up, but it hurt even more that he could even think him capable of that kind of betrayal.

“Remus, that’s enough! You know that simply isn’t true,” you pushed, folding your arms tight against your chest. He looked you square in the eye and motioned his head back towards the boy’s dormitory. You let out a short huff and headed off, not waiting for him. Remus looked down at his feet, not waiting to look Sirius in the face any longer.

You were leaning up against Remus’ dresser when he finally appeared, quietly closing the door behind him. He could barely open his mouth before you had started in on him.

“Moony, what the bloody hell is—“

“I see the way he looks at you! The way he makes you laugh! You think it doesn’t kill me to know you could be so happy with him? That, that you wouldn’t have to deal with your boyfriend being a monster?!” he spat out finally, a tinge of hurt evident in his eyes.

“You know I don’t think you’re a monster. You’re the only man I’ve ever loved. Ever, Remus,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. Finally, he took a step closer to you, his gaze never leaving yours. He kept his long strides until his body was pressed to yours, pinning you against the dresser.

“Show me,” he growled, the sound coming from low in his chest. In an instant, he was kissing you wildly, his strong hands gripping your waist as his lips moved on yours greedily. A moan escaped your mouth when he bit down on your bottom lip, tugging on it gently. You moved your tongue against his, trying to match his intensity.

Without warning, his arms were wrapped around the back of your thighs, hoisting you up on the top flat surface of the dresser. Your back was pressed against the wall when Remus took a small step back, still between your legs. One of his hands palmed up your thigh, traveling up your side to the collar of your shirt. His fingers danced around the top button, gently toying with it for a moment. There was nothing gentle about how he ripped the blouse wide open, exposing your skin to him. Sometimes you forgot that his strength was intensified right before the full moon, but it always pleasantly surprised you when he would do something like this to remind you.

Your chest heaved as his eyes pours over every inch of your skin. He took a half step back up against you, pulling you tight to his chest, his soft lips on your collar bone. Another moan fell out of your now parted lips. Each kiss was punctuated by a hard bite to your flesh, sure to remind people for days to come that he was your boyfriend, not Sirius.

“Take these off,” he commanded, his breath hot on your skin as he tugged on your jeans. You lifted your hips to help him slide them down your legs, removing your panties as well. Remus was quick to follow you, undressing himself from the waist down. He pushed your knees further apart, creating a sliding noise of your skin against the polished wood of the dresser. “Who are you wet for, love?” he asked, admiring your slickness before lining himself up at your entrance.

“You, Rem—“ you were cut off by him entering you fully, leaving no time for you to adjust to his size. You let out a loud moan as he began to move slowly in and out of you. He placed the palm of his hand on the wall right to the side of your head. His other hand dug into your thigh, continually pulling you into him, never wanting you to go too far. His messy brown hair became even more disheveled when you knotted your fingers in his locks. Nothing could break his concentration as he looked you in the eye while he picked up his pace just slightly, earning another moan of approval from you. Sweat began to form at your hairline, his intensity pushing you closer to your own release.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he grunted, quickening his pace even still.

“I’m all yours.” Your breathing hitched in your throat, your core contracting the way it did right before your peak. All it took was a few more strokes before you were coming undone against him, every muscle in your body tightening and releasing. “Yes, yes, babe,” you encouraged him. You could always tell when he was close- the same look of determination on his face. Remus’ climax came not long after yours, his breath heavy as he pulled out of you, resting his forehead on yours.

“I love you. More than anything. I’m sorry I’m like this sometimes,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. You smiled and kissed his lips softly, tracing your fingers over a scar on the side of his face.

“You don’t have anything to apologize for,” you reassured him. “And if it gets me sweaty, furniture sex then…” you teased.

“You can have that whenever you want, not just before a full moon,” he grinned planting his lips on yours, leaving you with those same butterflies he gave you the day he first kissed you.

What the Chocobros (plus Ardyn) are like in bed headcanons

Because I never did proper sex HCs despite all the shit I’ve written thus far.  

Warning - Ardyn’s, not shockingly, has dubcon elements.  Because he’s such an asshole and I love it.

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Noctis:

- Not so secretly into a bit of bondage. It’s not something he wants to do 24/7, but he can’t help but love the way that your lips form around that ball gag and how you can’t control the saliva dripping down your chin. Also a fan of binding your wrists together or to the bed, taking you any way he damn well pleases. 

 - Can have a little bit of a possessive/jealous streak. He isn’t afraid to pull you aside when someone is gawking or flirting with you to give you a rough and quick reminder of just who it is that you belong to. And the subsequent marks on your neck tell everyone else who you belong to. 

 - But regardless of those tendencies, he also has his fair share of vanilla moments too. Can be a very tender lover when he feels the need or you ask him. 

 - Also loves his lazy morning sex, and being woken up with you mouth around his cock and a cute smile as you milk every last drop out of him. 

 - Experimented and fooled around with Prompto in high school…and still does on occasion. They know each other’s bodies like nobody else. 

 - Is very receptive to touch and can be quite sensitive. Sucking/biting his lips/earlobes/neck/chest will drive him insane. Pairing that with your hand around his cock will have him whimpering and cumming onto your hand and his stomach in no time. 

 - Loves the way you look with his cum on you, especially on your face and ass. Moaning while licking the cum off around your mouth and swallowing it will possibly make him hard enough again that he might just fuck you a second time.

Prompto: 

 - Is bisexual. The boy is a complete lover and I can’t see him wanting to restrict that nature of his to a single gender. 

- And with that being said, he is a complete size queen and has the most adorable expression of pure lust and determination when you give him a challenge. The blush that overwhelms his face and the cries that spill from his lips while trying to take on larger dicks/dildos is divine.

 - Kissing and making out is a big thing for him. He feels that kissing is one of the most intimate things you can do with another person and will do it whenever he gets the chance. Quite the fan of PDA. 

 - Loves giving oral. And will be completely down with cum swapping when you give him a blowjob and he finishes in your mouth. 

 - Is rather loud in bed. Usually ends up being louder than his S/O but does not mind if you use your hand or an article of clothing (underwear works great) to keep him subdued. 

 - Tends to be a bit more on the submissive side (it’s that need to please), but has his moments where he will exert his dominance. Especially if you manage to make him jealous, which is a rarity, but it occurs on occasion. 

 - Has a bit of a voyeur/exhibitionist kink. He’s used to watching and capturing people in their element…and of course this will also translate to the bedroom. He also loves taking rather naughty pictures of you in public areas; he has dozens of pictures of your flashing and touching yourself (or him) in semi-crowded areas. And that usually riles him up enough that he will take you to a bit more secluded area and slip you in a quick blowjob or fuck.


Gladio: 

 - It’s already well-established that he likes to be rough - but if his lover asks, he is more than willing to give it to them as slow and loving as they want. 

 - Ass man. Ass man for days. He will not leave it alone in public, and he certainly won’t leave it alone when you two are fucking. And if you are into anal play just as much as he is, the Astrals have mercy on that behind. There’s almost nothing hotter to him than watching his S/O take in every inch of him and getting completely stretched to their limits.

 - Pretty much open to try any kink you bring to the table. But he hopes that you are just as receptive to his.

 - With that being said, definitely has a watersports kink, both giving and receiving. If you happen to be willing to be on the receiving end, he’ll make sure you won’t be walking for days after the hardcore fucking he will give you after (another huge turn-on is seeing his lover enjoying being just as dirty as he is.) 

 - Is more dominant, but if you ask him nicely enough (you know, that cute beg, pout, and butt wiggle you do that he just can’t resist), he might let you take control for a bit. But you know he is going to get you back tenfold for it…but you completely anticipate everything he’s going to do to you.

 - Makes it a personal contest to see how loud he can get you to be. Fucks you mercilessly…bites you…spanks you…teases you…likes to experiment and toss it up to see what makes you moan and cry the most for him. 

 - Big spoon forever. Good luck getting out of his arms once he has you pulled against him and falls asleep with his face buried in your neck/shoulder.


Ignis: 

 - Easily can be a switch depending on the needs of his S/O or the mood he is in. Will be as rough as you need him to be or let you take complete charge over him. 

 - Pegging. He is into pegging although it would take a bit of convincing and trust to get him to admit it to you, knowing people have a tendency to judge others on it. But once he discloses to you that particular kink of his, you’ll never get over the fact how utterly gorgeous the man looks underneath you, flustered, moaning, and submitting to your every motion.

 - Glove kink for days. Loves to keep his gloves on as a part of foreplay even if it gets a bit messy. The scent of leather permanently turns you on now. 

 - Despite being a very organized and put together man, he likes to get a bit sloppy when it comes to sex…because that is one of the few times he gets to break role. It makes him rock hard to hear you gag on his dick and make a mess all over his cock and your chin when you deep throat him. And he loves it when you cum on him, whether it be on his face while giving oral, or he has you on his clothed lap and pleasures you to orgasm with those skilled fingers of his.

 - Listens and watches his lover carefully to see their reaction to various touches and stimulation. Keeps a mental notebook of everything you like or dislike so he can be the most attentive to your wants and needs. 

 - A massive fan of using toys in the bedroom (and outside at times too…much to your dismay sometimes as you’re trying to keep you composure in front of company with a vibrator inside of you). Loves to watch you use them on yourself…and also loves to use them on you while the two of you are fucking, especially if it leads to over-stimulation. 

 - Top of his game with aftercare. Will clean you up and cuddle to bring you down and lull you to sleep.

Ardyn: 

 - One sadistic motherfucker. Your pain is completely his pleasure and isn’t for the faint of heart. 

 - Definitely has a blood kink. The sight/smell/taste of blood excites him like nothing else. Usually prefers a knife to draw blood, licking it off your flesh as it begins to well up on your skin, sometimes gathering it in his mouth and making sure you get a taste of it as his roughly kisses you. 

 - Occasionally he gets a bit too carried away with the blood kink though and leaves you feeling quite light-headed and weak. But he loves fucking you when you are barely holding on to your consciousness. 

 - Tentacle sex. He will use his daemon abilities to restrain you, fuck, and fill up every hole of yours with his cum as he sees fit. 

 - Is a fan of the “destroyed” look. Eye makeup running, lipstick smeared, tears down the face…he finds the look on you quite beautiful and irresistible after a brutal face fucking and can’t resist kissing every inch of your face afterwards. 

 - Don’t even think for a second you’ll ever be anything but submissive towards him. He will quickly correct any behavior that might indicate you think you even have a smidgen of control, usually with a grip so tight to the neck it leaves marks. 

 - Likes to use various potions and spells on you. Sometimes uses aphrodisiacs to overwhelm you when he’s fucking you, mind-control spells to force you to succumb to his every whim, or posing as other people completely to really mess with your head.

IVF - Scott McCall x Reader / Teen Wolf

Requested by: No one

REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY OPEN

Warnings:

mention of sex

making out

pregnancy

infertility

fluff


A/N: depending on the reaction I get from this I will do a part 2 so please do let me know what you think!


“Zzzz” the light sounds of your husband Scott snoring peacefully surrounds you and you know right now is the best time.

You slowly and gently remove the dark blue duvet from your hot and sweaty nervous body and climb out of the king size bed making sure not to wake him from his slumber.

“3 weeks late again!” you think to yourself, trying to confirm how long it’s been since the last date of your period since you stopped your birth control pill as it’s been going crazy irregular for a while.


You and Scott have been married for 2 years now after meeting in college and falling for each other. You and Scott had your own house, stable jobs and you were both more than ready to start your own family. You were nervous at first to mention to your husband that you wanted to start a family now not knowing how he would react but when you told him he was filled with joy telling you he wanted the same thing.


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“Do you think we’re ready to start a family Scott?” You nervously fidget with your hands in your lap as Scott sat across you in the living room watching the tv. The words that slip out your mouth snap him out of his imagination and he looks up at you with wide eyes.

“What?” He breathes unsure about what you said.

“It’s okay If you’re not ready I just wanted to know if you wanted to” you explain trying to hide your emotions wondering if Scott was ready or not

“Y/N you want to have a baby?” He says emotionless You look up at him dropping your hands trying to read his face, unable to figure out if he is happy or angry.

You nod waiting for his reaction

“ Y/N ” Scotts face lights up and his big browns eyes sparkle

“I I’ve felt the same way for a while I just I never knew how to say it” he admits with a huge nervous grin across his face You let out a huge breath You didn’t know You was holding in

“You really … feel the same … way?” You gulp feeling your nerves getting to you. Scott senses your nervousness and walks across to you cupping your face in his hands gently, looking deep into your eyes

“I want this more than anything, you’re my everything and I would love nothing more than to start a beautiful family with you!” He nods not breaking his eye contact with you

“I love you Y/N” he whispers

“I love you Scott” You quickly reply before grabbing the back of his neck and pushing him towards yourself attaching your lips to his, Scott quickly realised what You done and started to run his tongue across your bottom lip and caresses your mouth with his, as you give him entrance you start to hungrily swallow each other.

You start rummaging your hands across Scotts back and grab onto his shirt tugging at it and pulling it up. You both break your kiss as You pull Scott’s shirt above his head and throw it in a direction far from you, Scott hungrily re attaches his lips to yours while dragging his lips down your cheek and towards your ear down to your neck leaving wet kisses and soft passionate bites,

Originally posted by sensualkisses


You grab onto Scott’s neck for support as his tongue on your neck starts making you weak at you knees and Scott starts unbuttoning your shirt from the top, seconds later Scott impatiently rips the shirt open and starts kissing down your neck to your chest.

Originally posted by lovershub


his hands running down your body to your ass, Scott hungrily looks up towards you while kissing the top of your breasts and whispers against your chest

“let’s go make a baby” unable to reply You grab his face and pull it towards yourself and continue kissing his lips. He grabs your ass and pulls your legs apart pulling you up while You grab hold his neck for support not breaking your kiss he wraps your legs around his torso and carries you upstairs to your bedroom

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The time on the box is up indicating it’s ready and you brace yourself to look at the pregnancy test praying it says positive. Your heart beating crazy fast.


You feel the salty substance blur your eyesight and tears start to run down your face. You sit there sobbing and hear the bathroom door knock gently.

“Baby?” You hear Scott’s sleepy voice full of worry and your heart drops, although you wanted this more than anything you knew Scott wanted it even more.

“Baby please open the door, you’re scaring me” he admits his voice sending you into a breakdown and your sobbing gets louder.

“Y/N are you hurt?? Open the door or I’m going to have to break it” this time Scott shouts banging on the door You stand up from the ground and unlock the door not wanting to make Scott do anything unnecessary and fall back down to the ground, Scott hearing you unlock the door quickly barges in shirtless and runs his hands and eyes across your body checking to see if you were injured or hurt. Seeing you’re not physically hurt Scott gently scoots over to you grabbing your head and pulling you in towards his bare chest

“Shh” he holds you tight rubbing your head trying to calm you down.

“You’ve been nervous all day Y/N please just tell me what’s wrong I’ll promise I’ll fix it” he comforting promises you After you stop crying he pulls you away cupping your face towards his

“Please tell me” he begs his face scared

“I…” you stop

“Go on its okay” he gently rubs your back

“I - my periods late so I-I done a test” your eyes start to fill with tears again. Scott looks up behind him towards the sink and walks towards it picking up the test trying to see what was making you so upset. He walks back towards you and crouches back down

“What does it mean?” He whispers looking at you to see if You had stopped crying

“It means I’m not pregnant” your voice sounding more harsh than intended You notice Scott’s face fall and he quickly fakes a smile

“Babyyy” he chuckles

“It’s okay, we have loads of time we have to try a couple of times before the magic happens you know… maybe our timing wasn’t right and there’s this app it guides you on the most uh ‘fertile’? Days to try when you’re ovulating and stuff but obviously you know about this more than me” he rambles on trying to comfort you not knowing it had made you worse. You stop listening to him, his words breaking your heart by the second at how much he had researched and how desperate he was for this. You pull your knees up against your chest and dig your face in them tears swelling up your eyes again.

“Y/N?” He pauses

“did I s-say something wrong I’m so sorr-”

“NO” You cut him off not wanting him to feel guilty

“you’re saying all the right things and that’s what’s making this worse, you’re being so caring and sweet and..”

“I know there’s something else that’s making you so upset Y/N” He grabs your hands and pulls them towards his mouth kissing them and holding them tight “You’re my love, my life, my wife, my everything…. and there’s something that’s upsetting you and I need to know what it is so I can fix it” he says determined to make you tell him

“This isn’t the first time I’m late…” You whisper so quietly that the only reason Scott hears is because of his supernatural senses. He looks at your face trying to read your expressions still holding your hands comfortingly

“I’ve seen the doctor a few times aswell because my period it’s just been so irregular and…” You stop

“He referred me to the infertility clinic” you cry again

“Y/N w-why didn’t you just tell me?” He questions

“I I’m so sorry I hid this from you I just I didn’t want to disappoint you… I know how much this meant to you” you close your eyes tight trying to soothe the ache in your heart

“Hey hey shhhh it’s okay it’s okay” Scott pulls you in and cuddles you

“Did you really think this was gonna make me love you any less?” You don’t say anything and just embrace Scott’s body around you

“We are going to get through this I promise you, we’ll go to this clinic together, we can try IVF, surrogacy whatever you want and if that don’t work we can always adopt.. we’re gonna do whatever you’re comfortable with. I swear to god this doesn’t change any of my feelings for you Y/N.” he pulls my chin towards him and gently pecks my lips

“this is just another obstacle we will overcome together baby” You smile at his words and sincerity feeling stupid at how you thought this would change anything between you and your soul mate

“you’re right I’m sorry for over reacting” you kiss his forehead

“ I love you” you say this time smiling again, seeing you smile Scott instantly feels better

“I love you too now lets go back to bed” he whispers in your ear while sliding a hand under your knees and the other supporting your back lifting you up bridal style,

“babe?” He questions as he carries you out the bathroom and into the bedroom “hmm?” You hum

“we still have to continue trying right?” He asks lustfully causing your cheeks to start to warm up, blushing you smile at your husband staring at his beautiful physique

. “Of course we do”

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What NCT would give their s/o on Valentine's Day

TAEIL:

Originally posted by sukkeroku

Taeil is a very shy guy, and the idea of getting you something for Valentine’s Day would haunt him. Not because he doesn’t want to, because he wants to get you the perfect gift. He didn’t want to get you something overwhelming neither did he want to get you chocolate because he felt that was too cliché. He would ask Hansol for help but then regret it because Hansol’s ideas were useless and un-romantic, so he would just trust his instincts and buy something that reminded him of you. A necklace. It’s a simple, yet beautiful, necklace with a diamond on it. He felt proud of himself and decided to write you a song so he can sing it for you as he gently puts it around your neck. He would also make you hot chocolate since you both love hot chocolate. You would drink it while you cuddle up watching a movie.

HANSOL:

Originally posted by nakamot0

Hansol would be so #confused he would have no idea what to get you. He would think of getting you a teddy bear but then realize that he doesn’t like that idea. He’d think and think and would come to no conclusion. Finally he would go and ask Yuta. Yuta would give him great ideas but that would make hansol feel worse about himself and have thoughts like “I’m such a bad boyfriend” or “Yuta should be her boyfriend”. Valentine’s Day would be so close and Hansol still didn’t think of a gift he wanted to buy, so he decides to go to a mall and see what type of things people are selling. As he walks through the mall he notices a shop which sells watches. And it finally hit him “I’ll buy her a watch”. He buys you a pretty pastel blue watch with silver stars dangling from it. He gets excited to give it to you on Valentine’s Day and he cant help but smile on his way home. When he gives you the gift, he notices your smile and he feels proud of himself, he knew it wasn’t much but he was sure you don’t mind what he gets you because you would love him anyway.

JOHNNY:

Originally posted by nakamotens

Papa Johns would feel really chill, he would think he has everything planned and that he doesn’t have to worry at all, but when he realizes that valentines day is in two day he would start to panic. He would think “I KNEW WHAT I’D GET HER BUT WHY DID I FORGET” he would come up with ideas of doing something like make you dinner but then again his cooking isn’t the best. He calls his mum in Chicago for help and she tells him to give her a keychain and Johnny liked that idea. He went to the store and bought a custom keychain which says “Be there or be square” and as he was walking he sees a BIG brown teddy bear. He picks it up and examines it when a lady comes up to him and says “It looks like you” and that’s when Johnny was like “Yup this gonna be lit” he bought his gifts and took them home. On Valentine’s he would give you the gifts and you of course would love them and he would say “Yeahhh… I knew it. I even got them a month in advance” and send you a wink. You would spend the day together eating pizza.

TAEYONG:

Originally posted by taeyongd

Taeyong had completely forgotten about Valentine’s Day. He was too busy practicing. You expected him to forget but you knew that he cared and if he wasn’t busy he would’ve spent it with you. Jaehyun asked Taeyong “Hey aren’t you going home yet? Valentine’s Day is almost over” and Taeyong stood there frozen. When Taeyong got home you noticed he looked really sad, you wanted to approach him but you didn’t want to remind him about Valentine’s Day since you knew it would make him sad, so instead you said “Heyyy ty track! Do you want some dinner?” And he shook his head and looked at you with really sad eyes “I’m so sorry” and he took you into a hug. You hugged him back and told him it was okay. You took the gift box from your pocket and gave it to him while looking at your feet. He looked shocked and took it nonetheless. He opened it and his eyes widened with awe “Omo! Y/n you didn’t have to. I feel worse now” you had gotten him a cartier bracelet. You told him it was okay again and you understand that he was busy but he was determined to get you something anyways “Don’t worry I’ll get you something by tomorrow. You’ll love it, now lets go eat dinner” he looked happier and that’s all you cared about. No gift would replace that smile of his. As you eat dinner he would tell you how much he loved you and keep staring at you with a huge smile one his face.

YUTA:

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

Yuta would be most prepared. He would have probably been extremely excited about valentines day since a month before. He would have probably had the idea of pranking you by doing something witty and then give you his real gift. Yuta would love you so much he would want to give you everything and anything he can offer. You didn’t want him spending too much but that didn’t stop him anyways. He wanted to buy you more than he did but he knew you would be sad. After all he was just showing his love to you by spoiling you. He had bought you LV sunglasses that he thought would look super hot on you. He also bought a Hermès coat that would keep you warm in the winter. And last but not least he bought you the nicest smelling perfume because he wanted to smell it on you when he hugs you. He knew you were humble and wouldn’t accept it straight away but he didn’t care because he knew you would when he gave you his killer smile. On Valentine’s Day he had his plan set. He gave you a big gift box with a photo of him smiling and doing the peace sign. He saw your genuine smile and was surprised that you were happy with only that. But when he told you he had more you were shocked. And he laughed at how cute you were. You kept telling him it was too much but he would just say “My everything deserves everything” and he shot the killer smile that made you melt on the spot.

TEN:

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

Ten is such a sweetheart. He would want to do the cliché things couples do on Valentine’s Day but not to be cliché, just because he wanted to experience everything with you. Ten noticed you getting excited over valentines however he couldn’t help but feel something wrong. He wanted to make it extra special, he really did but he didn’t know how. Then the thought hit him. What better thing to do than celebrate Valentine’s Day in the place he loved most, with the person he loved most, Thailand. He booked the plane tickets the moment he got home from practice. He was so hyped. He got his bags ready and he got your bags ready and put them in the car. And all that was left was for you to come home. When you did Ten pulled you into a hug and told you that he was talking you on a small trip. You kept asking where he was talking you but all he would say was “somewhere nice”. You gave up and soon after you went to sleep. An hour later your boyfriend woke you up by planting a kiss on your eyes. You blushed at his action as you got out of the car. You were extremely shocked at where you were. The airport. You looked at Ten as he handed the tickets over to you, your jaw dropped and your eyes were popping out of your sockets “I didn’t pack my bags!!” He assured you that he did. When you arrived to Thailand you and Ten spent the best Valentine’s Day ever. He did all the cliché things but it was super fun and adorable to see that side of him. You gave him the gift you bought him which was a set of earrings and he absolutely loved them. When you got back to the hotel you took a shower and got out with a robe. You looked for your clothes but you didn’t find any underwears. You looked at Ten and asked “Did you pack me any undergarments” and he froze. He realized he didn’t. “Dont worry I’ll buy you some” and a smirk appeared on his face.

JAEHYUN:

Originally posted by nctech

Jaehyun is the SWEETEST man ever ever ever. He would be super super SUPER excited for Valentine’s Day. He already bought your gift and organized everything. He would’ve planned to cook you dinner and serve it under the moonlight, sing for you a love song, and last but not least give you his gift. He had cooked meat, spicy pork, ttaekboki and for dessert he will serve peaches and green tea ice cream. For the gift he got you a beautiful set of jewelry. Star diamond earrings with a matching bracelet and necklace. He prepared the a pathway of rose petals from the front door to your balcony so when you enter you would be welcomed with that. And on the balcony there would be a table that served your dinner. As you enter Jaehyun would sing for you and sit you down and when you are done with the delicious meal Jaehyun had prepared he would give you his gift. Jae would make the day end in a very special way. He would fill your backyard with candles in a shape of a heart and in the middle would be a mat to lay on and chocolates shaped as hearts. Jaehyun would make you feel very loved on that special day, since it only comes once a year.