i love them i love caressing his face

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kinda about that question about how long ago did someone last told keith they loved him

lance confesses kinda in a nonchalant way (keith thought it was platonic lol)

later keith tells everyone else he loves them and they say they love him back and lance is in the background seething silently in rage and jealousy (”we had a bonding moment! you caressed my face!!!”)

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cute bare faced jiyongie all bundled up (๑>◡<๑)

What if

Touka doesn’t kiss him
Instead she lowers her face
With so little distance between them
Smiles sadly
Caresses his cheek
And slowly says ‘I love you’
Kaneki’s eyes widen
And with tears in her eyes
Touka starts punching his chest
While whispering ‘I love you’
Over and over again
Then she lays her head to his chest
And both start crying

Drunken Confession

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader (Y/N Y/L/N)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k-ish

Summary: The Reader confesses to Dean. 

Warnings: None really. Just a bit of fluff :) 

Author’s Note: Hey guys! This is my entry for  @winchester-writes Rose’s Birthday Drinking Challenge!! My prompt: Republic Tequila - “Y'know know, they’re all ‘Well…you gotta drink too.” it’ll be bolded in the fic. I hope you guys like it!!!



Drunken Confession

I’m not that much of a drinker.

Usually, it was Sam and I that had to drag Dean’s drunken ass back to the Impala after he made a complete idiot out of himself in front of the bar’s waitress.

It was never me.

But tonight was different. Especially when the feelings you’ve been harboring deep inside your core for the green eyed Winchester were finally reaching maximum overload.

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Beautiful Girl

Originally posted by bluerangerpower


Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request: “Hi! Mah I request a Jeff Atkins domestic fluff pls? :)”

Words: 1.052

A/N: Here’s another Jeff imagine, because he really deserved better! I am writing many imagines in these days and I can’t wait for you to read them. I am still finishing my previous requests, but soon I finish them, I will post a prompt list for 13 reasons why characters.
Hope you keep on reading my stuffs, because your nice messages keep me motivated. Thank you.

- G. x

Warning: (Y/L/N) is Your Last Name.


Being sick was one of the things that you hated the most. Your clogged nose was killing you slowly and you couldn’t bear with your sore throat, luckily your boyfriend Jeff skipped school to spend the day with you at your home and to take care of you, also to spoil you.

“Good evening, sleepy head.” Your boyfriend greeted you as he gave you a warm kiss on your temple. You weren’t feeling well the whole day and you spent your afternoon cuddling, sleeping and resting on Jeff’s chest. “How was your sleep?”

“It sucked,” You looked up to him and you caught his sad gaze. He didn’t want to see you in that way. “my throat is killing me.”

“That’s awful.” He sighed as he drew small circles on your arm, feeling your soft and smooth skin. “Can you wait while I make a cup of tea for you?” He knew that it would make you feel better.

“With a little bit of honey?” You smiled widely, since you adored using honey as your sugar substitute.

“Of course, lovely.” He chuckled as he thought of how cute you were. You slowly got up from his chest and you fixed yourself on the bed. “I’ll be back soon, okay?”

“Alright, my love.” He smiled widely and he gave you a quick peck on your lips, not caring of your sickness.

“Jeff Atkins!” You restrained him from kissing you because you didn’t want him to catch colds or to ruin his voice with a sore throat, even though it would be just temporarily. You slapped his muscular arm playfully and he ran towards the door to avoid other slaps.

“Sorry, not sorry.” He stuck his tongue out and you just shook your head for your boyfriend’s childish actions. You let him go downstairs and prepare some tea, probably he would prepare it for the whole family too, being an altruist as he was. Your family loved Jeff for that, he was really a thoughtful kid.

You and Jeff have been together for months and you were really happy whenever you were with him. You knew him after one of his baseball games, when he approached you because he saw how you cheered for your school’s team. He thought that you were pretty good at cheering, but he never convinced you to join your school’s cheerleading team.

You loved Jeff so much and he was different to any other jocks that you’ve dated. Jeff was the nicest of them all, he knew how to treat a girl right and he was a gentleman. The thing that you liked in him the most was that he wouldn’t do anything that would make you feel uncomfortable or would hurt you.

As you thought of your boyfriend, a wide smile escaped from your mouth and you thought that you were so lucky to have him in your life. It was your turn to find a decent guy, finally.

“Hot Chamomile tea with honey for my beautiful girlfriend.” Jeff calmly said as he put the cup of tea on your bedside table, together with your handkerchief, thermometer, nasal inhaler sticks and medicines.

“Shut up, you bluffer!” You both let out a loud laugh and he kissed you on your forehead once again.

“But I think that you are beautiful!” Jeff debated as he wanted to convince you that you really were. He wasn’t calling you in that way just to please you, but he really thought that he had the prettiest girlfriend in the world.

“Babe, I have the messiest hair and I look like a scavenger at this exact moment.” You rolled your eyes as you carefully took the cup from the bedside table. “How can you say that I am beautiful?”

“Because you really are.” He sat beside you and he caressed your red and hot tempered cheeks. “I don’t care if you have a messy hair, deep black eye bags or pimples, you will always be beautiful in my eyes.” He explained to you and you smiled widely as you cooled down your tea by blowing on it.

“Do you really think that?” You bit your lip and he honestly nodded. “That’s the sweetest thing ever, babe.” You slowly sipped from the cup and you loved Jeff even more, because he was great at making tea too.

“I’m just stating the truth.” He kissed the tip of your nose, being careful not to bump your arm and not to spill your hot relaxing tea.

You carefully put the teacup back on its place. “I love you so much, Atkins!” You faced him as you sweetly caressed his cheek with your hand.

“I surely love you more, (Y/L/N).” He replied as he grabbed your chin and kissed you on your lips quickly.

“I said that I am sick and I don’t want for you to be infected!” You frowned as you scolded him for his actions.

“I don’t care!” Jeff wasn’t really a hard-headed guy, except when you contradict his opinions. He would always have his thoughts and he wouldn’t abandon them to make you happy, mostly when it was about complimenting you. “I wouldn’t give up on kissing you, just because you don’t want for me to get your virus.”

“Mulish!” You exclaimed but he just shrugged it off and he just pulled you in a tight hug. You laughed at his actions and he peppered you with his kisses, while lying on the bed.

Lazy and sick evenings with your boyfriend were one of the things that you looked up to. It didn’t matter if Jeff was stubborn and wouldn’t stop kissing you, even if you said so. You honestly loved that he didn’t care for your sickness and he didn’t give up on anything.

He would never give up on anything whenever it came to you, to your relationship. He would always kiss you or he would always think that you were beautiful nevertheless your sickness.

He wouldn’t be tired to repeat the same things, because he knew how insecure you were. He loved to express the truth to cheer you up and to improve your self-esteem, your messy hair didn’t matter to him, neither when you could be compared to a scavenger.

You were his beautiful girl and you would always be.


Stay (Drabble)

Summary: Bucky comes back after a fight.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 501

Based off of this prompt: I need a place to stay.

Warnings: Language, miiinor angst. But otherwise hella fluffy.

A/N: Here’s the last drabble I wrote celebrating 1500 followers. It’s kinda crazy how now that I’m past 2000 now eep. Hope you guys enjoy this!! <3

Originally posted by rainy--blog

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For @anhartcuteneon…enjoy! (I added a little bit, hope that’s okay)

Y/N bounced down the corridor of the Asgardian palace. Her father had come to speak to the Allfather about some issues his people were dealing with. Having been familiar with the area already, her father allowed her to do as she pleased while visiting. Though she was young, she knew that really didn’t mean everything. Just enough room to explore the castle.

She was humming to herself and counting her steps when she heard someone heading her way. Curious, she cocked her head to the side. She knit her brows when she saw one of the princes heading toward her. His young face seemed to light up when he saw her.

“Y/N,” the young boy called, making his way closer.
“Hello Loki,” she replied.
“Have you been here all this time?” he asked.
She nodded. “Father’s come to speak to your father. I don’t know why he brought me. I’m bored.”
There was a twinkle in Loki’s eye. “Good thing I had a surprise ready for you.”
Her eyes lit up. “Really? Where?”

Loki held out his hand. She grabbed it, excitement brimming.

“Near the garden. Come on.”

The young boy pulled the girl along with him as he ran. Y/N began to giggle as they grew closer to the garden that held a lake. The pair stopped just outside. Loki pointed across the lake.

“There,” he stated.

Y/N followed his direction to see a mother goose and her goslings. Being the animal lover she was, she didn’t hesitate to hurry closer. However, she slowed down as though not to scare the animals. She smiled at the birds who had yet to notice her.

But a moment later, the mother goose snapped its beak toward her. Instead of ignoring her, as most birds did, the animal became defensive. It started to flap its wings, startling Y/N slightly. The protective goose continued to advance on her. Frightened, Y/N got up and started running back toward from where she came. A loud laugh, belonging to Loki, reached her ears.

The momentary glance caused her to fall onto the ground. She covered her head, waiting for the goose to continue its rampage. What she didn’t see was the bird disintegrate along with the goslings.

With small tears, Y/N glanced up. Loki was still laughing at her expense. Realizing that he had tricked her, more tears prickled at the edge of her eyes. With a quiet wailing, she stood and started running inside.

“I’m telling,” she cried just as she passed Loki.

The young boy didn’t respond. Y/N ran back through the palace until she found a quiet corner. She sat on the ground, tears coming at full speed. Not too long after, Frigga rounded the corner. Seeing the young girl crying, she crouched low.

“What’s wrong child?” she cooed.
Y/N glanced up. “L-Loki tricked m-m-me.”
“How’s that darling?”
“H-H-He had a goose chase me,” she cried, “He said it was a surprise. Wh-Why does he hate me?”

Frigga offered a gentle smile. She sat next to the young girl and wrapped an arm around her. She placed a gentle kiss on her head. What neither knew was that the young Loki was nearby.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she cooed, “I think that’s just his way of letting you know he likes you.”
“What?”
“My son hasn’t always been the best at showing affection,” she told her, “The Allfather knows he needs to work on that. I think he was trying to share what he thought was amusing with you.”
“B-But it wasn’t.”
Frigga smirked. “I know. Just give him a chance, darling. He may just get better at showing you his feelings.”
“Only if he never makes another goose again!”

The queen smiled before continuing to stroke the girl’s hair. Loki lowered his eyes as he thought about what he had heard.

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Personal Pianist

Hi everyone! I’m back! I bring you a short oneshot from a prompt I received a long time ago from @megaphanielthespaniel, so, I hope you like it! As always, every feedback is welcome!

prompt:

summary: Phil is bored without Dan on a summer Thursday evening and decides to start his usual liveshow earlier than expected. What he doesn’t know is that maybe he should have checked all the rooms in the house before giving away his boyfriend’s piano skills.

words: 1.6k

no trigger warnings

Phil sighed as soon as he entered the flat again. Going grocery shopping alone wasn’t fun. His boyfriend Dan was out with his friends at the cinema, so he had taken the time to make some of the chores still left in their weekly plan. Phil checked the time and saw that it was still early for Dan to be back. ‘What a boring evening it’s going to be’ Phil though, not even bothering to voice his thoughts.

He walked into the living room after leaving all the shopping bags in the kitchen hoping to find some kind of entertainment without Dan around when he suddenly saw his laptop on the sofa. 'Wait, today is Thursday, I might start a liveshow now and extend it before Dan comes back.’ the blue eyed thought cleverly. Some of his followers might be delighted to have some kind of distraction on this Summer day.

Phil decidedly picked up his laptop and positioned himself on his usual spot on the sofa, checking that the laptop had enough battery to at least last an hour. While YouNow was being loaded he picked up his phone and tweeted that he was going to be live in a few minutes, instantly recieving thousands of replies.

“Surprise!” Phil cheerfuly said once he saw that the liveshow was perfectly running. “I know you weren’t expecting the liveshow so early but, here I am! Glad to entertain you on this hot and humid Thursday.”

The chat rapidlly filled with multiple questions, which Phil tried to answer as good as he could, hoping his viewers were satisfied with the given answers.

After half an hour, he heard soft piano music coming from the bedroom upstairs? Wait. Something didn’t add up. Dan played the piano but he wasn’t home right now, right? Was a ghost playing the piano then? What in hell was happening?

Apparently he wasn’t the only one who noticed the piano music slowly filling the silence in the room, because the chat had gone crazier than ever with questions. 'Why did you put piano music on the background?’, 'Does your new neighbour play the piano?’, 'Do you happen to have a personal pianist playing for you?’

That last one made Phil laugh. “Yeah, I have a personal pianist. Dan, my long time boyfriend for those who you don’t know, plays the piano but it doesn’t explain why we have piano music in the background because Dan was out with his friends so I don’t understand.” He chuckled, but at the same time a bit scared someone had entered their flat and was luring him with soft piano notes.

The liveshow chat was filled again with many questions and requests. 'Go and check!’, 'I bet it’s Dan.’, 'I wish I had someone who played the piano for me.“ and similar sentences was all Phil could read.

’'Maybe I should go and check.” Phil decided. He needed to make sure his mind was not playing tricks on him. “I will bring my phone, ready to dial the police in case it’s a burglar trying to attract me just to finish with me.”

And with that Phil stood up from the couch, slowly making his way upstairs to their bedroom, the music getting louder with every step he took. Once he reached the door, Phil took a deep breath and rapidly opened up the door, only to spot a familiar back, claded in a black t-shirt playing the white piano that they had decided to locate in the bedroom.

Phil just smiled at his boyfriend, who hadn’t noticed that he had entered yet, and decided to enjoy the last notes of the song that was coming to an end.

“I thought you were with your friends.” Phil softly spoke from the doorway once he knew the song had finished, making Dan startle from his trance and look towards the voice that spoke to him.

“Phil! You scared me!” the brown eyed said, still surprised but smiling softly at him. “I was, but Matt didn’t check the time of the movie correctly so we missed it and there wasn’t another screening for today, so we had some drinks and came back home and watched some anime before getting bored and starting to play the piano.” Dan chuckled, but rapidly changed the subject. “Did you do the grocery shopping? I didn’t even hear the front door open.”

Phil took some steps towards the piano bench, approaching Dan and sitting down next to him, “Yeah, and I came home like 30 minutes ago. I decided to start my Thursday liveshow earlier today, so I have been chatting with my viewers for a while now.”

Dan frowned at this. He hadn’t heard Phil speaking downstairs, but he was sure that that was partly his fault. He had worn headphones while watching anime, so he kind of zoned out of other noises happening around him. Also, Phil did his liveshows downstairs, and Dan was sure that it was necessary to shout to call for each other when they were in the different floors.

That was when he realized his mistake. Dan took a sharp breath and tried to calm himself.

His piano was loud. Like, really loud. Even though his neighbours hadn’t complained, Dan was sure the music could be heard from all rooms in the house. Did that mean that Phil’s followers had heard him play? Oh no.

Dan buried his face on his hands at the embarrassment. His piano skills hadn’t improved much and he was sure his boyfriend’s followers were making fun of him right now. “They heard me play, didn’t they?” he quietly murmured, hoping Phil could understand.

Phil noticed Dan’s behaviour and rapidly brought him into a side hug, kissing the top of his head. “Yeah, they did.” he answered, rubbing his shoulder, hoping to calm his boyfriend a bit, “but don’t worry. I told them you often play the piano, but I thought a murderer was playing because you were out with your friends so it didn’t  make any sense.”

They both laughed at that. Phil and his crazy thoughts. Dan swatted Phil on the chest and lifted his head to look at Phil’s face, who was smiling at him. “You know they will love you, right? You have nothing to be afraid of.” Phil said, lifting his hand to caress Dan’s cheek.

Dan’s hesitation could be seen on his face. He wasn’t sure Phil’s followers would love him. He was afraid they would hate him and force him to leave Phil. He was scared of it even though Phil often reassured him that nothing would happen, that it would all be the same.

“Hey, Dan,” Phil softly called for him, startling him from all this thoughts, “don’t worry about it. I know you are scared, and it’s a big decision if you decide to finally appear with me on a video or a picture online; but as I always tell you, it’s your decision, and whatever you choose I’m going to stay by your side.”

Dan sighed. Phil was so sweet with this. He knew Dan wasn’t comfortable with being in the spotlight, and he really wanted to, but the hate he could receive was what scared him. Dan knew, someday, he would be ready to tell the world but, not right now. And he needed Phil to know that.

“Phil, I really want to, and you know it. I have been doing some research about how to handle hate and stuff and I’m trying but I’m still not ready…” Dan quietly said, looking down at their laps, as if he was ashamed of it.

Phil frowned a bit. Dan had been looking into how to approach and handle this kind of situations, and he had never done that before. And if he had, he hadn’t told Phil, so it was a step forward. Oh Dan.

The blue eyed moved the hand that was on Dan’s cheek and moved it to his chin, lifting his head so they could look into each others eyes. “I think it’s really nice that you have been looking into this, that means you are considering it and it makes me happy Dan. The fact that one day I could show the world who is the man I love makes me really happy.” Phil said with a smile, moving forward to press a kiss against Dan’s lips before Dan could speak again, making both of them sigh and melt against each other, enjoying the soft caressing of their lips.

Dan was the first to separate from the kiss, his cheeks blushing and lips a bit red. He put both hands on Phil’s shoulders, as he tried to speak in a serious voice, “You, Philip, need to stop kissing me and finish the liveshow, or your viewers will really think that it was a murderer upstairs.”

Phil pouted, but instantly chuckled, “Okay, what a bossy boyfriend I have…” he said before pecking Dan on the cheek again and standing up from the bench and slowly making his way out of the bedroom; but before he reached the door he turned and looked back at his boyfriend.

“Can you continue playing the piano while I finish chatting with them? It was nice background music.” Phil pulled his 'puppy-face’’, hoping that it could convince Dan. And apparently it worked, because the brown eyed just sighed while trying to look annoyed but failing, only to show a fond expression on his face before turning around and touching the piano keys, music instanly filling their flat.

Phil’s viewers were glad that it wasn’t a murderer upstairs, and it had been just his boyfriend Dan, who was a very talented piano player if you asked them.

Safe Haven

Originally posted by sethkates


Pairing: Clay Jensen x Reader

Request: “So i loved “I’m here” and i was wondering if you could write another one but maybe the reader is Hannah’s sister. The reader and Clay were already together but after Hannah’s death they become closer and there’s just loads of fluff??? Xx”

Word count: 838

Posted: 20th of April 2017

A/N: I am glad that you liked “I’m here”. Thank you for reading it and it flatters me every time. Here’s your request and I hope that you like this too. Please send me some feedbacks in my ask, because I would really love to read what you think of it.
Anyways, I am into writing 13 Reasons Why imagines in these days, so I am accepting requests! Please don’t be shy. Sorry for those pending Barry Allen requests though, I will write them soon as I find time to write for both TV series. Thank you for understanding, guys. I love you all so much.

- G. x


Losing someone was hard and we all know that it was hard, mostly if you lost someone who you considered as your best friend, as your confidante, even more than just being your beloved sister.

During the first weeks after her death, you couldn’t help but spend your nights in your room, crying and regretting for what has happened to your sister Hannah. You would lock yourself in your room and only Clay, your boyfriend, could take you out of your drenched bed covers. Of course, you would’ve acted that way, she was your everything and you showed her nothing but kindness, but why did she take her life away? Was it your fault too?

“Babe,” Your boyfriend interrupted your thoughts as he sat beside you, leaving his books and highlighters on your desk. “it was not your fault. Stop blaming yourself, please?”

“Was I thinking out loud?” You looked at your boyfriend’s blue worried eyes as he curled his lips and nodded slowly. “I’m sorry, Clay. I just miss her.” You apologized while fidgeting with your sweater’s sleeves.

“Stop saying sorry, because it’s normal to miss her.” He smiled at you, calming his gaze this time, while he dried your cheeks from the salty tears that have been burning your cheeks. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Don’t worry.” You smiled widely at him for taking care of you. Hannah would be so happy if she was still beside you, because all what she wanted for you was a boy who would make you happy, even you had no reason to smile.

“Do you need help with that?” He pointed at your opened Geometry book, changing the topic. You looked at it for a while and you thought if you were in the mood to do your homework.

“No, thanks.” You smiled at him, shaking your thoughts off. He caressed your cheeks with his right thumb and you melted in his touch. He had this effect on you and you found it sweet that he can cheer you up with his caresses.

“What do you think of cuddles then?” He smiled widely at you and you let out some soft giggles. You knew that he was trying to cheer you up.

“Is that even a question to ask, Jensen?” You raised your eyebrows at him as you watch him laugh. He then hugged you tightly and you let yourself fall on the bed, having Clay on top of you. You laughed for his actions, achieving his goal to make you laugh.

“It was just a proposal, idiot.” He pressed the tip of his noise against yours and you both brushed them, doing the famous eskimo kiss. “I know how much you loved cuddles.”

“Only Jensen’s cuddles.” You highlighted and he let out a laugh as he rolled himself on your right side. He hugged you tighter, but this time his weight was distributed on the bed and not on your body anymore.

“Right!” He pulled you closer to him and you could perfectly see his beautiful blue orbs. You caressed his cheek and he didn’t hesitate to bring his face closer to yours. “May I, beautiful?”

“Another proposal, cheeky?” You winked at him. “Because you also know how much I love your kisses, right?” You bit your lip as you saw him smirking at your words. He took those words as some sort of compliments.

“Of course, I know that.” He confidently answered right before closing the gap between the two of you.

You shared a passionate and slow kiss. It was sweet and it didn’t show any malice or any desire of making love. It was one of those kisses that could make you feel better, that could assure you that you were safe.

Right! Clay’s side has been that place where you were protected from any harm or danger since you started seeing each other and he was that soldier who protected you from every battle. You loved him so much and you loved him even more when he was there to cheer you up when Hannah wasn’t beside you anymore. Cheering you up somehow helped you and Clay to strengthen your relationship, because you earned a certain intimacy and invincibility together.

“I love you so much, beautiful.” Clay sweetly said as you broke the kiss in need of air.

“I love you too, babe.” You smiled as you caressed his cheek with your thumb.

“But I love you more.” He flashed you a playful smile as he played with your hair. “And that’s final.”

“Oh, shut up!” You rolled your eyes and he just let out a loud laugh.

“Then shut me up!” He winked at you and, without thinking twice, you pulled him closer your body and you kissed him once again, in which he responded back without hesitations.

You were thankful that you always had Clay by your side, no matter what you were going through. You were thankful and you will keep on thanking, because you have your safe haven.


Always her.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Amara

Warnings: Angst

Words Count: 962

Author’s Note: Songfic required by this splendor >> @chaos-and-the-calm67
The song is “The Best of My Love” by Eagles.
I hope you like it!

Amara.
This was the name tortured the Dean’s thoughts. It had been weeks by now, since that woman had put her lips on those of Dean. And he hadn’t pulled away; he wanted Amara not kiss him, but he felt something inside him, over his body, over his mind, keeping him from getting away from her.
But when the woman turned away from Dean, the hunter felt something different, like.. remorse. He shouldn’t have accepted the kiss of Amara, she was the enemy. And then.. Dean tried to remember something.. someone.
Y/n.
She was there, while Dean was in the arms of Amara, watching the scene helplessly. When Dean turned around, he met her eyes, destroyed by grief, full of tears. Y/n said nothing at the time, and she said no more in the days following.
Dean felt at pieces; he and y/n.. there was a special relationship between them. Dean loved her, and she loved Dean. But since the Mark of Cain was gone, and they had liberated Amara, the hunter did nothing but think of the wrong woman. And he was angry with Amara, with Cain for giving him that stupid Mark, with Metatron who had killed him.. but Dean basically, he knew that the fault was only himself to. It was he who had decided to take the Mark, it was he who had gone to meet death fighting with Metratron, and it was he who had turned into a demon, into a monster. And despite everything, y/n was always there at his side. She had never given up, because the love that she felt for him was too strong.
Dean tried to close his eyes, and dream y/n, how happy they were, first of all that mess.
But Dean could only think of the pain he was causing to the girl; He was thinking how should feel y/n, on the other side of the wall, in her bed. He heard her crying every night, and what could be done Dean, if the cause of those tears was himself?

Every night I’m lyin’ in bed
Holdin’ you close in my dreams
Thinkin’ about all the things that we said
And comin’ apart at the seams

Suddenly Dean thought back to when a few days before, he had finally got the courage to talk to y/n, explain her how he felt, to apologize for what he had done, how he felt weak and useless in that moment, because he couldn’t , he couldn’t do anything to comfort her.
Y/n began to cry, and she couldn’t help but scream all that felt toward Dean, the disappointment for what she had seen, the pain of betrayal, the fact that despite everything she couldn’t not love him.

We try to talk it over
But the words come out to rough
I know you were tryin’
to give me the best of your love

Dean expelled the bad memory from his head; he only had the desire to remember y/n when she was happy with him, when nothing and no one would have divided them. Dean remembered the days when he and she were traveling in the Impala, riding around the world, with the windows open, the wind that caressed their faces. Dean looked y/n like a delicate flower, that she needed protection, he wanted to protect her at any cost. Dean remembered those moments with her between the sheets, when they made love passionately, while both declared their love to each other.

I’m goin’ back in time
And it’s a sweet dream
It was a quiet night
And I would be all right
If i could go on sleepin’

But by now those were only distant memories; in his bed, Dean turned between the sheets. He was tired of that situation. He opened his eyes, and in the darkness of his room, he decided to get up. Walking quietly in the corridors of the bunker, he noticed that the door of the y/n’s room was open; Dean came up, and he noticed that the girl was not there.
The hunter continued to wander around the bunker, until he saw the library lit; he entered in the enormous room, and Dean saw her.
Y/n was standing with a book in her hands, as she went back and forth in silence. Suddenly, the girl turned to Dean, noticing his presence.
Dean looked at her, saw her eyes dull, her tired body, but also for him at that time, she was beautiful, and he loved her; even with Amara in thought to torment him, he couldn’t forget the woman he really loved. Y/n.
“Dean, what are you doing here?”
Y/n’s voice relaxed him; it was for days that he didn’t hear her, and those few words, had revitalized him.
“Someone told me to follow my heart.” Dean said, and striding, he walked over to y/n and kissed her. He kissed her urgently, and despair. He moved closer to himself, with the hope that y/n not away from her.
Dean was surprised when he saw that the girl didn’t pushed him away. She wrapped her arms around Dean’s neck, and pulled him even closer to her, eager to have him in her arms.
And in that moment Dean just wanted to have her for himself, make it clear to her that she was the one for him. He wanted to make it clear to her that despite his mistakes, although there was also Amara in his mind, for Dean y/n would be always come first. Dean would always love her.

You know we always had each other baby
I guess that wasn’t enough
Oh, but here in my heart
I give you the best of my love
Oh, sweet darlin’
You get the best of my love..

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Originally posted by ksjknj

(Ignore his crown lol)

It would bother him if anything. It shouldn’t matter if you are an idol or if you were something else your parents should support you. He does understand where your parents are coming from but what matters is that your happy, healthy, and doing what you love and being absolutely great at it. He’s heard the way they speak to, the way they look down at you for being something that they didn’t want but he’s going to let you know that it’s going to be ok and that he’s for. “They hate me,” you mumbled hanging up the phone, but he still heard you. “They don’t hate you y/n,” “yes they do namjoon, did you not just hear what they said to me!” you threw your phone on the bed and you followed after landing on it with a puff. “Why can’t they just be proud of me.” You sounded like you were on the verge of tears and namjoon was quick to come to your aid and hold you in his arms. “Don’t cry baby, it’s ok.” You shook your head and sniffled a bit. “It’s not ok, I’m not ok,” you cried. “I know but it will be, they’ll come around.” He wipes the tear that rolls down your cheek “what if they don’t?” “Then that’s their mistake and I’ll be here for your supporting you like I’ve always been.”

||Jin||

Originally posted by jiminahhh

Knowing that your parents don’t support you because of your choice being an idol would bug him, but when telling him that they treated you badly because of it would really upset him. How does one treat their own child that way and all because the choice you made? It would bug him that you act like you are ok with what they think of you. Jin knows you’re not, ands he’s going to show you that if they won’t support you he will and always had. “Y/n,” he holds your face gently in his hands wiping away the almost dry tear tracks from your cheeks. “What did I do wrong?” “Nothing, you did nothing wrong,” He smiles softly and kisses your head. “But jin,-” “but nothing y/ they need to see that this is what you wanted and that they should be proud of you.” You forced a soft smile that quickly faltered. “I’m here, even if they won’t be.” “What if they never support me?” Jin wouldn’t know what to tell you at first but would hold you close to comfort you more. “Then they’re not very good parents are they?” he half jokes. “Jin,” “I’m sorry I know but its kinda true.” You couldn’t argue with that really, but you didn’t like bad mouthing them, even if they treated you the way they did. “I don’t mean to be mean y/n but you don’t need them if they’re going to be like this towards you.” His head falls on yours and you could feel his arms around you tighten a bit. “You have everyone else to love and support you, you have me.”

||Yoongi||

Originally posted by jeonbase

Yoongi understands the feeling. Not having the support you needed, wanted, it really sucks. At this time you would say that your family wasn’t on good terms with, like he was before. Yoongi knows what that’s like to. Despite being treated badly and having your parents support, you tried hard for them. To be happy. To have them be proud. He’s been through it all and understands. He’s grateful for all that he has now, but seeing you struggle little by little because the lack of support from your parents would hurt him. Yoongi sees how hard you work, even for them and he’s going to let you know that they’re lucky to have such a talented child such as you. “I don’t understand yoongi,” a small sigh escaped your lips. ‘‘I know this isn’t what they wanted for me but-” you paused dragging your lower lip between your teeth. “Why can’t they just be there for me?” You let your head fall onto his shoulder and he soon has his arm around you. “Because they don’t understand y/n” You look up at yoongi, “Parents think they know what’s best for you, what makes you happy and a lot of the time they’re right I’ll admit that but there are times you have to prove them wrong.” He look up from his lap and at you with a slanted smile. “You got the talent and the passion for this, show them that even if they don’t come around you can do this without em’ because you us, you have me, and your fans.” You smile fondly at him and peck is lips, “Most importantly me,” he says making you giggle a bit. “Thank you yoongi.”

||Hoseok||

Originally posted by hobioppa

Baffled. He’d be absolutely baffled of the fact the you treated like that because of your dreams becoming and idol. Who does that? Are they crazy? Granted he didn’t have support either in the beginning but he was never treated like they didn’t care. They just needed to give it time. Not getting support is something he still doesn’t really understand but being treated badly? Hoseok wouldn’t eve be able to wrap his mind around that. He sees how much this would bug you yet you sometimes put on an act. If anything thing he’s gonna be you’re biggest supporter. He’s already claimed the spot for number one fan so why not. “Y/n I know it sucks but I’m here!” He has that cute grin on his face doing some  odd dance to make you smile. “You know that right?” “I do hobi,” his grin falters to a kinder smile. “Good, I’ll make sure you get the support that you deserve and love to, but not just from me, my family loves you to.” Hoseok sits by you and bring you in close to kiss your cheek. “They’re going to be proud of you I promise, just give it some time.”

||Jimin||

Originally posted by park-jimizzle

Jimin would probably be a bit angered knowing that your parents treated you badly. He wouldn’t like the fact that they didn’t give you their support either. That’s something he’ll never understand. Aren’t parents supposed to encourage their young ones and step all over their dreams? What happened to “I love you no matter what?” Or “I believe in you,” stuff like that. Jimin would let it get to him a bit because he cares so much bout yo and would ramble on about how you deserve better. “Who needs them anyway?” he huffs. “Jimin that’s not nice I do.” “Ok I didn’t mean that but still, aren’t you upset about this?” You shrugged a bit “I am but they’re still my parents and I love them. Even if we don’t quite get along at the moment.” You could feel his eyes on you, you knew what he was thinking. “they still shouldn’t have done that to you,” he says quietly. “I know, but I think they’re just scared of what could happen to me, I know they still care.” “So you forgive them?” You shrugged again. You weren’t even sure if this is something to be forgiven or to just be left alone. “Oh well no matter, I’ll love and support you like never before.”

||Taehyung||

Originally posted by ladymaysworld

Taehyung would be surprised. How can anybody treat you so? Having knowledge of them not supporting you as well would make him sad. Parents are supposed to love you and cheer you on so why don’t they? He knows you care about them but whenever you bring them  up you have this sad look to your face. Taehyung doesn’t to see you upset at the thought of them so he would do anything to have you smile. “Babe, can you look at me please?” His deep voice calls sweetly to as his thumb caresses the top of your hand. “Don’t be so upset, I know it must not be a great feeling but they still love you,” You chew at the inside of your cheek looking down again. “I just want them to be proud,” you pulled yourself up and hugged him. “I know you do, but they still don’t change I’m still going to be your biggest supporter, ok?” you nodded and nuzzled you head in the cook of his neck. “I love you,” “I love you to.”

||Jungkook||

Originally posted by jungkookpresent

This boy here would be utterly lost when you told him about your parents. He’d probably have a hard time believing or understanding the way you’ve been treated. Until he experienced it that is. Let’s just say the video call wasn’t all smiles and laughs. Hearing the way they spoke so harshly at you would have him in shock. Why do you put up with this? How? “I hope you know what they said isn’t true,” Jungkook would sit by you and hold your hand in his. “They don’t mean anything, their words I mean.” You knew he was trying to cheer you up but you couldn’t stop yourself from crying. “But I’m just a disappointment to them.” Jungkook’s eyes widen from your word and tears and hold your face in his hands so you could look at him. “No, no, no you’re not y/n you are not a disappointment.” He tries to calm you but isn’t sure what else to do. “Then why?” “I don’t now,” he says. He really doesn’t, there should be no reason for you to be treated that way. “It’s ok, I’m here.”


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The art of flirting (Legolas x Reader)

Originally posted by molzies-fanfics


This shot is based on  this imagine by @imaginexhobbit

>>Imagine Legolas trying to flirt with you, but not actually understanding the correct way to flirt, so it’s just an awkward mess and Aragorn has to intervene and tell you what Legolas is trying to say<<

This sounded really cute, so I gave it a shot, I hope y’all enjoy it xx. I had a lot of fun writing it, at any rate.

Word count: 1658

Warnings: again a lot of fluff and a pretty OOC Legolas. I guess it was unavoidable, but I gave my best. 

Tomorrow I’ll work on anon’s request *excited* you others: feel free to send me some too! (づ。◕‿‿◕。)づ

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I love this picture for many reasons, here’s a list of some of them:

  • Height difference 
  • size difference, see how his fist is so much bigger than hers because his hands are huge
  • BICEP
  • their cute little faces I love them ☺ 
  • her arm pressed to his chest
  • its like the perfect snapshot of Ginny and Mike’s relationship (playful, filled with teasing, chemistry and spark)
  • did I mention how big his arm looks
  • Imagine Mike’s hand caressing Ginny’s face
  • her hand is so close to his beard and the beard looks so fluffy 
  • those big arms are practically wrapped around her I CAN PICTURE IT SO CLEARLY

This is mostly Ginny and Mike for the sake of the list 

Request sent to someone else. I went off the actual request was but the idea’s the same.
And I’m trying to write, but I also want to play overwatch and draw and it’s the week before thanksgiving, so I have LOADS of homework so I have no time to do anything fun and I’m trying , I swear 😞

enjoi


Soldier 76-
You grumbled slightly as you descended down the stairs toward the Overwatch kitchen. A blanket was draped over your shoulders, you held it snug to your body trying to keep the warmth of it. You had woken up by yourself due to a grumbling stomach. As you entered the kitchen, you were met with Soldier, alone and making some coffee. He turned to face you, and his eyes widened. “You’re up early” he commented, walking toward you. “I’m hungry…” you sighed. He let out a small laugh, earning a glare from you. You shuffled over to him and laid your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes. Jack grabbed two mugs, pouring coffee into both of them.
“Here” he said, handing a mug to you. “ to wake you up.” You sighed and took the mug. There was no way you were going to get back to sleep, might as well stay up. “Thanks” you muttered, taking a sip. It was rich, but sweet; he knew exactly how you liked it.
Jack walked over to the table, you following behind him, gripping his shirt as if he was your seeing eye dog. Both of you sat down. Your head hung low, as you desperately tried to stay awake. Jack smiled and stroked his fingers through your hair, flattening out the kinks in your bed head. His hand moved away as you sat up straight and reached for some fruit that was at the center of the table before turning your head to him.
“Morning, by the way” you smiled faintly, eyes closed with a smile. “Good morning” Jack replied, leaning in to give you a kiss. You leaned into him, giving a gentle, but meaningful kiss. As he pulled away, Jack stood. “Is there anything I can get for you?” “Bread would be lovely” you chimed. He nodded and grabbed two croissants before returning and placing them in front of you. “You’re the best” you said, taking a bite. Jack didn’t sit down, but stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your middle and buried his face in the crook of your neck, and started to lightly kiss you there. You lightly hummed with pleasure, and you guided your hand to his neck, caressing his hair. “I love you” Jack whispered in your ear, sending a chill down your spine. You pivoted your head and kissed him on he cheek.
“I love you too, Jack” you spoke, and grabbed the other croissant with your free hand. “Now it’s time to eat” you twisted your arm and shoved the bread at his face. He stepped back in surprise, then threw his head back in laughter, and sat down next to you. Jack took the croissant from your hand and took a bite. “You happy?” He asked. A smirk spread on your lips and your arm reached to his face, brushing the crumbs from his lips. “My pillow is back, of course I am” you whispered, laying your head on his shoulder. Jack rolled his eyes playfully and his arms pulled you into a hug.


Junkrat-
Jamie shot up, looking around frantically. “ Y/N, Y/N!” He called tapping your shoulder frantically. “ I think someone’s here” he called, standing up. His gaze was fixed to the entrance of your make-shift home. Junkrat leaned over and grabbed his grenade launcher before turning back to you. “Y/N!” He called one last time, making you sit up quickly. “Wha-what is it?” Your groggy voice asked, eyes half closed.
“I think someone’s ‘ere, get ready to act” he said, slinking over to the door. You lazily stared at him, not understanding his caution; your tired mind unable to comprehend his words. You stood up and shuffled over to Jamie, who was crouched behind the door, ready to attack if necessary. “Get back!” He ordered, pushing you behind him. “Don’t want whoever’s there t’ see ya”
You nodded, and leaned against the wall, starting to wake up a bit. Heavy footsteps were walking toward the entrance before the door opened. Jamie fired two shots at the intruder before he figured out who was there.
“Jamie what the hell!” A raspy voice shouted. “Oh… hey roadie.” Jamie greeted timidly. The few explosives detonated on his bed, breaking it apart. “I forgot you went out to get supplies, sorry Hog.” Mako breathed out heavily before he turned and walked away. A small giggle escaped your lips. Jamie turns around and laughed a little too. “10 outta 10 Jamie, perfect performance.” You teased standing up straight and walking back to your bed. “I try my best” he smiled, before he followed you. Jamie wrapped his arms around you, the both of you spooning. “What are you doing?” You ask, still giggling a little.
“My bed… Isn’t fit for sleeping” he muttered. You rolled over, eyes barely open, to face him. “I guess you can sleep with me” you murmured. “Thanks love
” he smiled, gripping your body close to his. You closed your eyes, resting your head next to his chest. “You’re an idiot” you smiled. “An adorable, adorable idiot” Jamie looked down at you, smiling from ear to ear. “You are too, you sleepy Cobber” Jamie said and craned his neck to peck your forehead.


Mccree-
“Please, no… this is horrible, please, Jesse” you called, eyes shut tight and arms outstretched, reaching for your stolen covers. You heard the cowboy chuckle a little as he turned on the overhead light as well, flooding the room with light. “Jesse!” You screamed, covering your eyes with your pillow. It was now a bright, cold and early morning; the three worst things for people who are not morning people.
“Darlin’ you gotta get up. Sleepin’ till noon isn’t good for you” he smiled, sitting on the bed next to you. Your eyes peeled open and glared at the gunslinger “I know… but waking up is so hard.” You complained. “Nothing’s going on today, why do I have to get up?” Jesse moved his arm and stroked your face softly with his mechanical arm “cause I want to be with you” he said. “How about I carry you out of bed? That’ll make it a little less hard” he offered.
You nodded your head and stretched out your arms toward him. Mccree stood up and wrapped his arms around your knees and back, lifting you up bridal style. Your arms curled around his neck as the two of you exited the room. Your head lay on his chest, closing your eyes again. Jesse looked down at you and saw this. He pouted a little, before releasing his grip from you for just a moment, dropping you a few centimeters down before catching you again. A scream escaped your mouth as you hung tighter to Mccree, panicked that you’d be dropped. The sound of laughter echoed through the kitchen as you were set down onto a chair at the table.
“What was that! I thought you wanted me awake, not dead from a heart attack.” You yelled. With his back turned toward you, you heard the smirk on his face as he answered. “You’re awake now, aren’t you?” You let out a sigh before slouching back in your chair. After a moment of silence he turned around with two plates of breakfast in his hands. The plate was set in front of you and then Jesse sat, joining you at the table. “If you told me you made breakfast, I would’ve gotten up with more ease” you mentioned quietly. “Yeah, well you’re cute when you’re sleepy” he teased, taking a bite of the food. You did the same, the adrenaline from the drop wearing off. Your eyes dropped and you laid your head on Jesse’s shoulder, but continued to eat. “Thanks Jess” you mumbled, already almost back to sleep. Jesse smiled and rolled his eyes, it was impossible to wake you up. He finished his food before carrying you back to your shared room, making sure to tuck you in with lots of blankets. “Sweet dreams” he spoke passionately before closing the door.

anonymous asked:

Reinhardt, Genji, McCree, and Dad 76 when they find out their s/o ran for the hills-I mean left- when they weren't looking.

Admin B: These boys gonna be upset. Also, we’re limiting it to only 3 characters per ask because writing these sometimes takes a while. Also, I’m not doing McCree because he’s in an another ask, similar to this one.

Reinhardt:

❤ Reinhardt is more sad than mad (Lol it rhymes). He just wants his s/o to be happy and the fact that they left makes him sad.

❤ For a few week after they left he just lays and mopes around, hoping they’ll come back. They don’t.

❤ Realising they aren’t coming back, he goes out and searches for them. It doesn’t take him long to find his s/o as they moved to a different city in the country.

❤ He finds out where they live and one day when they come back from work, they find dinner on the table and Reinhardt sitting at a chair in the living room.

❤ He’s very happy when he finds them and tells them how happy he is. He tells them that they can be together again. He doesn’t mention them leaving because he doesn’t care why they left, he’ll just have to make sure they don’t try to leave him again.

❤ If they ever did try to leave again, Reinhardt would just have to lock them away because only he can have them, no one else.

Genji:

❤ Ninja boy is furious, not even Zenyatta trying to get him to meditate will do anything. Ninja boy still mad.

❤ He goes out to find them when he finds out they left. He finds them in a matter of time and quietly stalks them.

❤ While most stalkers would try to leave no trace, Genji leaves little hints that he’s watching. A flower petal here, a small bag with green tea in it. Just little trinkets that will remind his s/o of him.

❤ One day they come home on a dark and stormy night and feel like someone is in their house. They walk into the living room having seen something glowing green in there, and just as they walk in, a flash of lightning lights up the room. Genji is standing there. He takes off his face mask and walks gently to his s/o.

❤ “Why did you leave me?” He asks them in a sad tone of voice. He’s frowning as he caresses their cheek. “Don’t you know how much I love you?” His voice is getting quieter. “I would kill for you. I love you and you hurt me like this?” Genji is heartbroken but before he can even have a chance to cry and beg his s/o to come back, he puts his mask back on and leaves. If his s/o doesn’t want him, fine. He’s used to not being loved.

Soldier 76:

❤ He doesn’t understand why his s/o left him. Weren’t they happy with him? Weren’t they happy together? Overall, he’s upset.

❤ S76 is a mess for a week after his s/o leaves. He barely sleeps and starts to drink heavily.

❤ It’s not until he’s training with someone watching and they see him miss all shots of a very easy target.

❤ They suggest he looks for his s/o and ask why they left. Not a good idea as S76 is a very possessive man so when he finds his s/o, they will never leave him again.

❤ It doesn’t take him long to find his s/o as they didn’t even leave the city. When he finds them in their new apartment, it’s a dark stormy night, the apartment being lit up by occasional lightning flashes.

❤ At first, his s/o thinks they’re dreaming when they see him on the balcony, then disappear a moment later.

❤ He goes up behind them and hugs them tightly, putting the barrel of his gun to their head. “My dear, I’ve found you. I don’t know why you left me. I would do anything for you, but I don’t care. I’m going to make it so you can’t leave me. Ever. Again.”

I’m just slowly making my way through the Hamilton cast ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

title: say it like you mean it
fandom: hamilton
pairing: laf x reader
rating:  t
word count: 1735

prompt: You’ve got a date tonight and you asked for advice on what to wear but I’m so in love with you and damn you look good in the outfit I picked out for you

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The Summer 29/33

The Summer (29/33) | Dan Howell has spent the last three summers at Camp Bergamot, but it’s never been quite like this before. This year, he faces a summer full of new friends, a new relationship, and an entirely new view on his own sexuality. Perhaps Camp Bergamot should be renamed camp self discovery for all the changes Dan has gone through, but one thing’s for sure - despite all the hiccups and the drama, he just might have found the love of his life. | Phan | Mature | Smut, Misunderstandings, Insecurity, Panic Attacks, Bullying, Minor Violence, Physical Fight | 300,000+ Words

Disclaimer: In no way do I claim that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil.

This Part: 14,383 Words

For reference, @botanistlester is Dan, @snowbunnylester is Phil.

(Previous) (AO3) (Masterlist)

Warnings: blowjobs, body worship, dirty talk, penetrative sex

A/N: Just a reminder that we have moved our updating schedule back to wednesdays and saturdays! If you haven’t read the last chapter (ch 28) then make sure you go do that :D

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The Knight's Return

AN: Hi! It’s been awhile, so I hope this (rather long) drabble makes up for it a bit. I wrote it instead of working on my WIPs… (I do feel rather guilty about that). Anyway, it’s a Sherlolly Medieval-ish AU that has all the makings of a cheesy romance plot…I have no regrets. 

The entire kingdom was abuzz with excitement as the morning of the royal wedding dawned. Bakers and chefs were rushing about preparing the food for the enormous celebration feast and seamstresses and tailors were rushing to put the final touches on gowns and shirttails alike.

The castle servants were rushing about putting the final touches on the decorations and making sure each room was prepared for their guests.

Even the king and queen were a bit manic in their excitement, trying to oversee it all while welcoming their once-enemy kingdom’s royal family. Soon to be intertwined by their children’s union.

Yes, everyone was looking forward to the wedding.

Except, as it happens, the bride-to-be.

oOo

The princess leaned out her window and looked down upon the crowd below as the unfamiliar black carriages bearing the insignia of her future husband’s royal crest rolled inside the gates.

Her stomach roiled in fear and despair and she grasped tightly the ring that hung on a silver chain around her neck, praying for deliverance from whomever would grant it.

She had never met her betrothed and she was enraged that her parents had signed a contract of marriage without her consent. And to promise a wedding within 3 weeks of the agreement?! 

Call her romantic or fantastical, but she wanted to marry for love. To choose the man she would spend the rest of her life with, the man she would rule beside one day, overseeing their joined kingdoms.

She didn’t want to marry a stranger.

She wanted to marry her knight.

Her Sherlock. A knight as brave and honorable as she had ever met. She had give her heart to him almost as soon as he’d knelt before her father and sworn his fealty to the crown.

In only a matter of months, she found herself sneaking out of the grounds to meet him in the forest, their whispered words of devotion fading into the moonlit night. With a promise of love, he had given her a ring, crafted by his hand from the links of his armor.

‘So you know that wherever I am, a part of me will always be with you.’

But their time was precious and fleeting, for not a month after their first declaration, Sherlock was lost in battle against an uprising contingent. Molly remembered the devastating day the knights came back, bloody and exhausted, their victory marred by painful losses.

She had rushed out to meet them, ignoring her father’s order to stay back. She walked between the rows of knights, straining for any sign of her beloved Sherlock.

As the men thinned, she grew fearful. And then she saw John, Sherlock’s right hand and best friend. His face was pale and drawn. He caught her gaze and shook his head once.

Her heart had died that day.

oOo

The door to her chambers opened.

‘My lady, it’s time.’

Molly acknowledged Sir John’s announcement with a nod and tucked the ring into her gown. Unable to bring herself to smile, she accepted his arm silently and allowed him to lead her out.

Outside, the people were cheering and celebrating. But inside, the castle was as solemn as a tomb. Every servant was in attendance at the throne room, each knight and guest as well. Following weeks of endless preparation, it felt oddly calming to walk the stone halls in silence.

But each step closer to her bridegroom felt like a piercing betrayal to her love.

They paused outside the closed doors, behind which her future waited. Sir Gregory stood at attention, waiting for the signal of the bells to open the doors.

‘Do you ever think about him?’

Sir John stiffened slightly. 'My lady, surely today is not the day to dwell on-’

'Just answer the question,’ she interrupted quietly.

He sighed. 'Every day.’

'I wish…’ She couldn’t bring herself to say it, the words catching in her throat.

Sir John hesitated a moment before quietly admitting, 'If he were alive, you would most certainly not be wedding anyone else.’

Molly felt tears fill her eyes and she stopped to kiss John’s cheek. 'Thank you.’

'My loyalty will always be sworn to you, my lady. And I will always be there to protect you.’

Molly smiled for the first time that day. Turning back toward the waiting ceremony room, she braced herself. 'Then let us do our duties. For the kingdom.’

Sir John admired her courage and willingness to marry for the sake of her kingdom. But he cursed fate for tearing her true love away from her so cruelly.

‘For the kingdom,’ he agreed.

The bells rang out the hour and Sir John stepped forward to open the door to the throne room, Sir Gregory doing the same on the other side.

oOo

Every eye was watching as she walked toward the priest, her head held high. She kept her eyes locked on the cross hanging in the center of the priest’s chest. Beside him, with his back to her, was the prince. She avoided looking at him, knowing that if she did, she would abandon all hope of courage and flee.

She drew up to his side and accepted his arm as they knelt on the long cushion before the priest, his pristine white gloves stitched with black thread.

'We are gathered to witness not only the union between Princess Molly and Prince William, but the uniting of two kingdoms. Once feuding, now coming together as one.’

Her heart was pounding and her hands were shaking. She could feel the warmth emanating from beside her, but she couldn’t bring herself to look at him. Not when she desperately wished he was another man.

All too soon, Molly found herself promising herself to this stranger before God and man, for the good of their kingdoms. 'I solemnly swear so to do.’

And then the priest turned to Prince William, putting the same questions to him.

'I solemnly swear so to do.’

Molly’s heart stopped. That…it couldn’t be.

She slowly, hesitantly, turned her head. Staring back at her was a dead man, brought to life. She gasped as she took in the shorn curls, the tan of his angular face, and the unabashed love shining in his blue green eyes.

'Sherlock,’ she breathed in wonder.

He lifted her hand to his lips and smiled tenderly down at her. 'As if I would let something as ridiculous as death stop me from letting you marry anyone else.’

The priest was still speaking over them, but Molly cared not one wit for what he was saying. Instead, she pulled her knight, her beloved, into a kiss that went far in healing the pain of the two years they’d spent apart.

Behind them, their parents wiped tears from their eyes, their feud forgiven, as the crowd cheered.

'I love you,’ she whispered thickly when they broke apart. She couldn’t stop touching him, her hands caressing his tear-struck cheeks, taking in her resurrected love. 'I love you so much. But how could you have let me think- let us all believe-’

She pressed her fists into his chest in anger.

'A story that can wait for another day, my love,’ he promised, gathering her hands in his, and ran his gaze over her face as if she were a precious work of art. 'Today, let us celebrate the fact that a mission of intended espionage brought us together.’

Molly looked at him in question, but let it go when he kissed her once again.

The priest chuckled. 'Shall we consider the ceremony nearing its end and adjourn to the celebration posthaste?’

Laughter met his question and he quickly wrapped up with the announcement of the bride and groom. Quickly placing their new crowns atop their heads, the colors of their kingdoms woven together in metals of gold and black, the priest stepped back and announced to all who could hear:

'Long live the Prince and Princess. May their years of marriage be blessed.’

Sherlock helped Molly to her feet and they turned to face their people, hand in hand. 

‘And may they be many,’ Sherlock added softly, leaning down to kiss her sweetly. 

oOo

This was most definitely not how Molly ever imagined her wedding day. It was almost like a dream. 

The breeze blew through the room and she shivered, drawing her robe around her as she stared out into the starry night. 

Behind her, the door opened and her husband entered. She turned and tears filled her eyes at the sight of him. His tunic and boots abandoned in the outer chamber, he sauntered into the room in only his trousers and crown. His curls were browner than she remembered and he’d cut them close to his head, no longer dangling in front of his eyes. She hoped to convince him to grow it out once more.

‘I am most definitely glad that Sir John is on our side… for the most part,’ he grumbled, touching the tender bruise rising on his cheek. When she didn’t speak, he looked up at her in question.

‘Molly?’

She swallowed thickly. ‘I just still cannot believe you’re here,’ she whispered. 

‘I promise,’ he said, closing the distance between them. ‘I will never leave you again.’

Resting her head against his chest, listening to the beat of his heart, she asked, ‘Will you not tell me why you let me believe you dead for these past torturous years?’

He sighed and rested his chin atop her head. ‘I was sent into your kingdom as a spy. No one would suspect the crown prince to take up such a role. It was when I saw you standing there as I knelt to take that oath of knighthood, that I realised you could put my entire mission in jeopardy.’

‘Me?’ 

‘Yes, you.’ He leaned back and smiled at her. ‘And you did. Instead of gathering information, I found myself falling in love with you. By the time of my pre-planned extraction, I was prepared to do everything in my power to bring peace between our kingdoms. So I could be with you.’

‘Your extraction?’ 

His lips twisted. ‘The battle in which I supposedly was left for dead. I was only supposed to fake my death. But something went terribly wrong and I was taken in the chaos. I eventually escaped, but not without being grievously injured.’ He turned around and she gasped at seeing the ugly scar that crossed his back, from the top of his right shoulder and down to his left hip. The extent of the scarring testified to the severity of his wound. Molly reached out and trailed her finger along the jagged skin. 

‘Oh, Sherlock,’ she breathed. 

He turned back around and caught her hands. ‘Never you mind. I’m here, I’m well, and our kingdoms are at peace.’

Still struggling to make sense of it all, Molly latched on to a single thought. ‘So my parents knew who you were when they agreed to the wedding?’

'Of course,’ he chuckled. ‘It took some time to convince my parents to meet with yours without risking bloodshed. But once I confessed that we had fallen in love, everything else fell into place. They would rather see us happy, merging our kingdoms into one with as many heirs as we will give them, than continue wasting lives, time and resources fighting a feud that neither side remembers what it is even about.’

Molly smiled in wonder. ‘And about time.’

Sherlock agreed. ‘Indeed, but enough about that. I believe we were married today.’

‘Yes, yes we were.’ She smiled widely, her arms coming up and around his neck, as he leaned down to kiss along her jaw. ‘And about time.’

He laughed against her skin and she closed her eyes, wanting to remember this feeling of pure joy forever.

‘Now, my lovely wife, we have the rest of our lives to look forward to. And I fully intend to make up for every moment of heartbreak I’ve caused you.’ 

He started backing toward the luxurious bed, his hand trailing down her arm only to catch her hand and pull her with him. She laughed softly and followed all too willingly.

‘You’re doing a wonderful job already, my love.’

oOo

And so the two kingdoms became one. And upon the ninth month of their marriage, the Prince and Princess welcomed the first of what would be their four children. 

And they all lived happily ever after.

Ice

Written by Viktor’s-booty
Relationships: Viktor Nikiforov x Yuri Katsuki
NSFW content

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ICE


Outside the snow is coming down hard, but in here it’s a different story. Snow is St. Petersburg is not the same as in Hasetsu, it’s heavy and there’s no end in sight. Being so high up in this building is weird because you can’t even see the ground or 10 feet ahead of you.

Yuri had never seen it snow quite this hard, yeah they would have blizzards in Hasetsu but nothing as intense as this. But to Viktor it was normal and quite comforting.

The two were in Viktor’s apartment, the skating season had come to a halt and Yuri wasn’t ready yet to go back home without Viktor. Although Viktor would love to go back to Japan with Yuri, his mother had fallen ill and he decided to stay in Russia with his family. That’s why Yuri stayed as well.

“Yuri, what are you cooking?”
Viktor asked from the couch, he was lying with his boxers on and bath robe wrapped around him, watching the storm blow by.

“Fried Rice, why?”
Yuri replied, almost yelling over the sounds of the wind tearing around the building.

The older sat up,
“Smells really good love. Is there enough for two?”

“There always is silly”
Yuri laughed and looked over at his partner sitting on the couch. He shook his head “God I love you” he smiled at him.

“But I love you more!!”
Viktor exclaimed, almost challenging Yuri. Viktor got up and began to make his way towards the kitchen. Yuri had gone back to cooking and hadn’t noticed the other get up. He jumped slightly when two strong arms wrapped them selves around Yuri’s waist. A hot breath caressed Yuri’s ear,
“Surprise!” Viktor whispered.
“I have an idea I’d like to try out after dinner” he smiled.

“What is it?”
Yuri’s asked turning his body slightly to face Viktor more.

“Not telling!” Viktor answered giddily and pranced away from Yuri, but not before giving his butt a flirty squeeze. Yuri whipped back quickly but Viktor had run away and hid behind the couch.

“I can see you, dumby”
Yuri announced with a chuckle.

“Crap” Viktor let out and stood up in defeat. “Well at least I didn’t actually run away!” He laughed.

The couple ate dinner and watched the storm grow stronger. Viktor had turned the thermostat up so high that they were beginning to get sweaty. Yuri would go to turn it down but when he wasn’t looking Viktor would turn it up again. It was all a part of his brilliant idea.

After dinner, the two of the were in Viktor’s bedroom. It was incredibly cozy, candles were lit on shelves and lights hung from the ceiling creating cascading shadows on the walls and floor. Romantically decorated just how Viktor liked it to be. It was still snowing outside but Viktor kept it hot inside. He was sitting on his bead with his boxers on and bath robe wrapped around him, it draped lazily off his shoulder. Yuri stood near him by the bed looking around his room.

“Viktor, I don’t get it. I’ve turned down the heat so many times now and it hasn’t gotten any cooler in here!”

“Well maybe it’s just you Love” Viktor winked at Yuri.

“Seriously! I feel like I’m melting!”

“Well it would help if you weren’t wearing a shirt” Viktor smirked.

“Well, I mean I guess you’re right” Yuri winked back. Viktor looked at him suggestively and began to stand up grabbing on to Yuri’s shirt by the bottom and pulling it off of his sweat glistening body. He stopped before it came off his head and Viktor kissed him through the shirt then resumed taking it off.

Viktor sat back down on the bed to take a good look at Yuri. And man was he hot. Yuri’s chest and abs were chiseled to perfection almost as they were painted by the gods. His arms were muscular yet soft, as though they could be the most graceful to exist. He radiated with this glow that was indescribable to Viktor. All he knew is that he never wanted to let him go.

Viktor eyed him up one more time, stopping at Yuri’s full lips, Yuri could tell he was looking at them and bit his lip enticingly which made Viktor look to his eyes, to see Yuri wink at him. Viktor reached out and tenderly grabbed Yuri by the hands, rubbing his thumbs gently along the back of hands. He pulled on them slightly causing Yuri to step closer to him. He was gorgeous standing there, Viktor couldn’t help but touch this master piece in front of him.

His hands moved from Yuri’s up his arms, then ventured onto his stomach and waist. Viktor leaned in towards him and his lips trailed behind his hands. The younger placed a hand on Viktor’s shoulder and one on the back of his neck. He twirled his finger through the soft locks of his lovers hair. Viktor worked his way up to Yuri’s neck, kissing and nibbling on the sensitive skin making Yuri squirm and turn his head, lightly pushing into Viktor’s lips. Viktor’s fingers trailed down his lovers body stoping before his pants, he slowly scratched his way back to his chest, leaving red streaks behind each finger.

Viktor moved down Yuri’s neck, sucking and caressing his pulse with his hot lips, he kissed down his shoulder and his collar bone. He sucked hard on it, Yuri let out a gasp and a quiet moan escaped his lips as Viktor lifted his head with a satisfying pop, revealing a dark hickey which would last for days. He looked up and leered at Yuri who’s head was thrown back in pleasure.

Viktor trailed his tongue down from his prominent collar bone to Yuri’s chest, slowing to a halt in the middle. His soft hands slid up to his chest tracing circles the way there. His delicate fingers stopped at Yuri’s nipples, he drew around them with his forefinger, watching them perk up with arousal. Viktor lightly pinched and brought his head closer to his hand. Yuri was fidgeting, trying to contain his moans but the soft flick of Viktor’s tongue over his nipple sent him over the edge. Yuri’s hands raced down Viktor’s back trying to hold on to this pleasure. Viktor’s tongue twirled around flicking frequently over his nipple. Yuri jerked every time, moans slipping through his lips. His breath grew intense, “ah-aahh ohh Vik-Viktor”

Viktor turned Yuri around quickly and pushed him demandingly onto the bed. He looked down at his man, all flustered and heated up. His face was a red as the first time Viktor ever kissed him. Viktor’s eyes got caught on the generous bulge under Yuri’s pants, he licked his lips enticingly and made a move for Yuri’s thighs. They were scorching hot to the touch, Viktor massaged his hands into them, keeping eye contact between him and Yuri. Viktor winked and brought a hand to his crotch grasping it tenderly, Yuri’s head flew back with a loud moan.
“Yuri, we haven’t even gotten started. I still have to give my my surprise”
Viktor smirked at his man who was just over the moon with bliss.

Viktor unbuttoned Yuri’s jeans and pulled them down under to his knees, his boxers already stained wet with precome.

“Oh Yuuuuuri, you really wanted this don’t you?” Viktor’s hand took hold of Yuri’s cock through his boxers. Yuri pushed his hips up towards Viktor pleading for him with every breath.
“Yes yes oh yes” came out quietly. His hips grinding into Viktor’s hands. Viktor slowed down and looked up at Yuri.


“Here comes the real surprise” Viktor said crawling over Yuri pulling a strip of fabric from his bathrobe pocket.
“Are you going to tie me up?” Yuri asked quickly.
“Oh no no no, tonight I’m going to be playing to your senses. Close your eyes love.” Viktor reached out and tired the fabric around Yuri’s head, covering his eyes. “Can you see me?” He asked. “No, but god do I want to” Yuri replied.

“I’ve got to go get the surprise,” Viktor said beginning to slide down Yuri’s body on the bed “I’ll be right back” he smiled kissing him between every word, moving from his mouth down to Yuri’s cock. Viktor quickly ran out of the room to the kitchen and grabbed from what he had been waiting for. He ran back in and set it on the bed next to Yuri.
“Are you ready?” He asked
“Never been more ready” Yuri smiled.

Viktor went between Yuri’s legs and moved aside his boxers revealing Yuri’s throbbing cock. He took hold and moved his hand rhythmically over him, spitting on him to ease the process.
“Ohhh yeahhh” Yuri let out in a boisterous cry. Viktor moved faster, bringing his lips to the tip of his member. He took him in, all of him and Yuri let out the most intense howl he had ever before
“oooOOOOOHHHH!!! VIKTOR!! OHH! OOOOH MY- AAHHH FUCK OH MY FUCKING YESSSSS” Yuri was crying out, his body shaking from the shock. Viktor bobbed his head faster, and in his mouth was the surprise. Crushed Ice. The difference in temperature shook Yuri. He fell into a trance of pure amazement. It was burning hot from Viktor’s tongue grazing over his cock but the ice was freezing. This stimulation was something he could have never even imagined. Yuri was grabbing onto the bed as tight as he could his hips rising and falling vigorously with the rhythm of Viktor’s head.
“VITYA!!” He couldn’t control him self “OOHHHH FUUUCK” Viktor had never heard him like this. Never seen him so enthralled with pleasure. Yuri’s jaw was open, dropped with astonishment from this intense feeling. His breath was sporadic, he breathed in heavily his moans grew louder and louder
“VITYA OOH FUCK” Yuri still hadn’t come to what was happening “AAAHH MY GOD-OOOOHH”

Viktor grabbed an ice cube in one hand and began doing figure eights on the inside of Yuri’s thigh. The shock of cold to his scolding hot thigh pushed him even higher. He wasn’t even saying anything anymore. His body was shaking his legs outstretched with all the energy possible. Yuri was grabbing the bed sheets so tightly that they ripped under his nails. Viktor hadn’t stopped or even slowed down one bit, but he knew Yuri was almost there. He pulled away from Yuri’s throbbing cock and took an ice cube, he ran them over Yuri’s chest circling inwards towards his nipples.
“Viktor no! Keep going!! Please!!!” Yuri was begging shamelessly for Viktor to take him again.

Viktor was over him, hips aligned and arms pinning Yuri down to the bed.
“Yuri, you’re all mine. You’re all fucking mine tonight.” Viktor said plunging in for a steamy kiss. Yuri kissed back passionately and to his surprise yet again Viktor slipped an ice cube from his mouth to Yuri’s. It was cold against Yuri’s tongue he passed it back to his lover who crushed it between his teeth. He then moved down to Yuri’s neck trailing his cold tongue down his body back towards his dick. He kissed and nipped him, leaving him with bite marks down his torso.

Viktor could feel Yuri’s cock asking for attention again, he grabbed another ice cube and crushed it in his mouth. But before pleasing him, Viktor swiftly took off Yuri’s blind fold
“Don’t take your eyes off me” he commanded.
Viktor went down, deep. Swirling his tongue around Yuri’s hot cock. “Fuuuuuck” Yuri moaned while Viktor’s head started to bob and twist. Viktors hand grabbed yuris cock too, copying the motion of his head with pleasing pressure at the base of his dick. Yuri was going to peak soon his moans were everywhere. Yuri screamed “OOOH MY GOD!! FUCK!!!!!” Viktor’s finger slid into him, curving and hitting Yuri right where he knew it would completely shatter him. Yuri was twitching uncontrollably with the overdose of pleasure. He screamed, Viktor held him in as Yuri let go of his whole self in Viktor’s mouth.

Yuri’s body calmed down and his breath slowed “Viktor, oh my god” he kept repeating. Viktor looked up at him and swallowed devotedly he gave Yuri’s cock one last kiss before crawling up beside his lover in bed.

“Surprise” Viktor smiled and kissed Yuri who was still in shock about what had just happened.

“Viktor… I- I oh my god. Wow” Yuri didn’t even know what to say.

“I’ll clean up, you go to sleep” Viktor told him and kissed Yuri on the forehead. “Goodnight my Katsudon”

anonymous asked:

Number 9 for Bellarke! 9) things you said when i was crying

It was over and he was tired. He had fight for his life once again. He had fight for everyone’s life once again. He got beaten up, he got pushed into the mud. He got scars and marks all over him. But he was alive.

And so was she.

Bellamy had vivid memories of the first time she ran like this and jump into his arms. This time he didn’t hesitate one second and hugged her back. He had the same sigh of relief though, the same little laugh, lost into her hair as he kept her closer.

They hadn’t seen each other so long.

They stayed like this for what seems like an eternity but neither of them cared one bit. When she loosened her embrace it was to look at him with adoring eyes. She was frowning a little and suddenly tears seemed to form into them.

Her hands found his face, one of each one of his cheeks.

“I-” she breathed “I thought you were dead…” she broke and the tears came running on her face.

“I’m okay. Clarke I’m okay I’m here.” He pressed his forehead to hers and whispered soft words to her. We’re alive, we’re both her. We’re okay. We made it.

She kept crying but she was laughing a little too. She was so relieved he was here. She was so relieved they were both here. Together.

Tears still coming down, she lifted herself up on tip-toe to link her arms behind his neck and hold him closer and closer. His lips met the skin of her neck without him really thinking about it. She sighed softly. He stepped back a little to stare into her eyes, still shining from tears. She closed her eyes then and moved a little closer.

Their lips were inches apart. Bellamy could feel her breath on his skin and he felt like burning up.

Her tongue went to wet her lips, her eyes still close, her breathing still short.

“Bellamy…” she breathed. “Bellamy, I-”

He didn’t let her finish, pressing his lips against hers and his hand into her hair. He kissed her and kissed her and when finally she opened her mouth, sighing from pleasure, he let his tongue explore her like he had been dreaming from a long time.

He could still feel her cry, but he was sure she was crying from happiness from the way she kept her body right into his, from the way her hands went under his shirt to feel his bare skin.­

He stopped kissing her mouth to move to her jaw and her neck and her hands. And between her tears she managed to sing the most beautiful song he ever heard.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

It’s his turn to take her face into both his hands, he looked deep into her eyes with all the intensity he could master to make her feel, to make her understand.

Two tears were still falling down. He wiped them with his thumbs and smiled. He really smiled. The most blinding smile anyone had ever seen.

Slowly, with hesitation, her own smile took place on her lips. He rested his forehead on hers once again. He nuzzled her nose with his. He gently caressed her cheek with it then.

He put his mouth closer to her ear, his cheek pressed against hers, never leaving her side.

He murmured, like if it was a secret, he murmured into her ear directly, only for her to hear.

“Clarke, I love you too.”

She sobbed once again but through her smiles and she repeated again: I love you. And he said it back. And soon they were hugging again, throwing the words to each other without listening, talking at the same time, through smiles and tears.

Through sunshine and darkness.

Like everything they did together.

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