i wish his hair is long like this for real

i got you this rose and i need to know

Summary: She’s all looks, Petunia is. Tall, thin, elegant. Sheets of blonde hair frame her face, white and pink pearls adorn her pale neckline. And when her eyes squint and her teeth show—that’s when Lily knows she’s in trouble.

Word count: ~2.4k words

A/N: For the two loves of my life, who share this glorious day as their date of birth. I love you to the moon and back. @bantasticbeasts @yulbos. (Also, thank you @ shawn for letting me borrow your lyrics for the title. Could not have done this without u)



It’s all very complicated.

At least, that’s what she tells herself.



They were arguing again—Lily can’t really remember what about, except that it hadn’t been exactly pretty. The second Lily’s insults became directed at her brother-in-law, an awful man named Vernon Dursley, Petunia got all angry and shrilly like usual, and then Lily’s tongue got sharper, and –well.

Her sister had wanted to make a point, and so it was only natural that when she implied Lily was unable to get a boyfriend of her own, which was—supposedly—why she was so incredibly rude to Vernon, Lily would have blurted out that she was in fact, in a relationship, thank you very much.

In hindsight, Lily reckons she should probably get a new mouth, one that waited for her to think before it started talking. Wouldn’t that be fucking great.


When Lily comes home after school one day, she finds her sister sitting at the kitchen table, flipping through a gossip magazine—either Ok! Magazine, Grazia or Marie Claire, she doesn’t really remember.

“You’re not really dating, are you, Lily?” is the first thing Petunia asks her, with her nose turned up in disgust as she stares down at her younger sister. “No respectable male would be caught dead with you.”

Lily scoffs as Petunia places down the magazine. “First of all, why do you assume it’s a guy when I’m as bisexual as they come—“

“You’re confused, is what you are—“

“—and secondly, I’m not messing with you. I have better things to do with my time than find new and exciting ways to annoy you,” she replies, rolling her eyes.

A dangerous smirk dances on Petunia’s lips, and as her eyes light up, she says, “bring him ‘round for dinner, then.”

“I will,” replies Lily, staring defiantly at her sister’s eyes, daring her to go ahead.

She watches as Petunia picks at her impeccably manicured nails. “Next Saturday, at seven o’clock. Don’t be late.”

“We won’t,” Lily snaps, her voice two octaves too high.

Petunia smiles, showing off her pearly white teeth and perfectly hydrated lips.



She’s laying on top of Potter’s bed, with her feet hanging off from the side and her face pressed into his pillow. She lets out yet another long and pained whine, and then says, “what have I done?

“How should I know?” he replies from the leather swivel chair, biting his lip and furrowing his brown in concentration as he attempts a triple head combo on Ultimate Mecha Strike III. “The only thing you’ve done since you got her was complain about a ruined life. No clarification whatsoever.”

“It’s really bad. Like, worse than Sirius’-obsession-with-Gasolina-bad.”

He looks over at his bed and pauses the game, carefully placing the remote control on his lap.

“Get on with it, then.”

“I may have…” Lily’s cheeks are redder than her hair now, and for some reason, she can’t find it in her to face him.


She gasps for air before blurting out, “I-may-have-told-Petunia-I-was-dating-someone.”

James, the idiot, throws his head back and lets out the loudest bark of laughter, one that can only be rivalled by Sirius’ that one time during the year eleven ball when they saw Dumbledore roller-blading through the venue.

“It’s not funny, Potter,” she huffs, because of course he’d revel in her agony.

“On the contrary, Evans, it’s hilarious.”

“She wants me to bring them over for dinner this weekend,” adds Lily, looking absolutely miserable, and of course, James replies by laughing even harder. “What am I going to do?”

He pauses to think for a second, furiously running his hands through his hair, when suddenly, his eyes light up.

“What?” asks Lily, mid-ponytail-adjusting.

“I could be your fake-boyfriend,” James proposes, shrugging his shoulders like it isn’t that big of a deal. (It is.)

Lily lets out a breath.

“Would you?”

“This will really annoy Petunia,” he prompts, licking his lips.

She looks down at his mouth, but shifts her attention back to his eyes before replying, “so it’s settled then.”

James stretches his hand forward. “Carved in stone.”

Lily takes it, and they both hold on for slightly longer than necessary.

“Brilliant,” she nods. “Thank you for doing this, Potter.”

“It’s no problem. I’ve always liked a good ruse.”

It’s a shame, then, that in reality Lily is completely infatuated with the bloke and would love nothing more than to grab him by the collar and shove him into the nearest closet. And, when Algernon –Potter’s cat– comes in with a bacon sandwich, it almost feels like he can sense how distraught Lily is over the whole thing.

Much later in the day—Potter invited her to stay over for dinner, because of course he did— they’re sat in his carpet, soaking up the moonlight, a bottle of rum that James nicked from Euphemia’s cabinets swinging back and forth between the pair of them.

“You were my first kiss, Potter,” Lily admits.

“You were mine, too.”

She tries convincing herself of how lucky she got, because honestly, it’s quite the perfect set-up. They’ve been mates for so long now, and she’s at his house more often than not, and he took her as his date to his second-cousin’s wedding.

Still, there’s something tugging at her heartstrings, but she vows to try her damn best to squash it. Whatever butterflies she’s got going on have got to go.


At precisely seven o’clock, Lily rings the doorbell, James at her side, holding her hand. When Petunia opens the door, he tightens his hold on it.

The house looks just like always, but tonight it feels even colder. It’s not particularly pleasant living with Petunia and her husband, but even Lily is not used to the icy blue hue that colours the kitchen. It’s the dead of winter and it almost feels like the weather is doing it on purpose. Maybe Petunia had something to do with it—she’s always liked having connections.

Petunia greets the two of them with a smile, a fake one, of course, and looks Potter up and down as if she’s testing him, as if she’s testing them. She can hear Vernon’s voice coming from the living room, rough and gravelly, and Lily hates it, hates that she feels like an outsider in her own house. James senses this, and presses a kiss on her left temple, all part of the act, nothing short of bittersweet.

They make their way to the dining table, calm and quiet, and James puts his arm around Lily’s shoulders, a silent way of telling her he’s there and she can rely on him for support.

She knows. He is her best friend, after all.

Petunia serves them meatloaf and mash, with green beans on the side. Vernon tucks right in, blissfully ignorant to Lily and Petunia’s silent argument. Vernon Dursley is not dumb, but he’s also not particularly clever, and Lily wishes that was the worst she had to say about him.

Today, however, he’s not important. What matters is that she and James make their sham of a relationship seem believable enough.

It’s harder for her than it is for him, she learns. He doesn’t have to think before reaching up to trace the back of her hand, or to flick her on the nose. Lily guesses he must have loads of practice in pretending, what with every ploy he pulls with the rest of the Marauders, his brothers in everything but blood.

And so, because he knows Petunia, James doesn’t launch into an elaborate story of how the two of them came to fall in love, and then into a relationship. Instead, he sums it up in two quick sentences, tries to act as normal as possible, and stares deep into Petunia’s eyes as if to say ‘I’m on her side.’

If Lily’s parents were here, it’d be different, he’d be different, but they aren’t. They aren’t—and well, Lily finds it best not to dwell on such things. This is what she has to deal with. This is her life now.

She is certain her sister can feel the animosity radiating from James’ body. He’s tense, and Lily can feel his leg jumping up and down in a failed attempt to let go of all the pent-up energy. She places her hand on his thigh. He looks down, and then his eyes trace the skin up her bare, freckled arm, to her exposed collarbone, to her flushed cheeks.

She’s all looks, Petunia is. Tall, thin, elegant. Sheets of blonde hair frame her face, white and pink pearls adorn her pale neckline. And when her eyes squint and her teeth show—that’s when Lily knows she’s in trouble.


“She saw right through us,” Lily breathes, holding her head between her hands as she crouches down on Potter’s sofa.

“You don’t believe that.”

“I do,” Lily murmurs, and then her silent sobs become louder and it doesn’t take long for her to be drowning in her own tears. It’s a good thing his parents aren’t home.

“Hey, hey, hey,” James tells her, his voice so gentle that it’s barely even there. “What’s wrong?”

She can’t really tell him, of course. Can’t tell him the way it stings, because he’s a damn good actor and she’s desperate for it to be real. It’s overwhelming, and she’s tired, and she just wants to go home, but where even is that anymore? Certainly not at the house, where she’s treated like absolute garbage, and has been for the better part of two years.

“Lily?” he asks, running his hands through his hair, making it even messier than usual, and Lily wishes it could all just stop.

“I think I’m having a panic attack,” she says, and realisation dawns upon James’ face. It doesn’t take long for him to go into full-blown nurse mode. It’s not unusual for Lily to keel over with anxiety. Now that he has a name for it, he knows how to deal with it—he’s done so before.

“Lily,” he starts, slower this time, “breathe with me, okay? We’ll count to ten.” In and out, in and out. “You’re doing great, I’m right here.”

She closes her eyes and does as she’s told, and eventually her head stops spinning and she clings onto James like he’s her only lifeline. “Thank you,” she croaks out, and he shakes his head and assures her that it was no problem.

“How can I help?” James asks, carefully sitting next to her. Lily shrugs, at a complete loss about what to do. He is, too, until an idea pops into his head, except it’s coming from a place of wishful thinking, and so ridiculous that he doesn’t know if he should share it.

Lily, of course, notices. “What is it?” she asks, biting her lip so hard it could bleed.

“We could… um…”

“Yes?” she prods.

“We could practice,” James coughs. “For when she’s around.” He can feel his flaming hot cheeks burn, but when he sees the way Lily’s shoulders relax and her eyes light up, it’s worth it.

“You don’t have to do that, James,” she tells him, in the quietest little voice. It’s sweet, and somewhat hoarse, and he’s oh so very attracted to her.

“I don’t mind.”

She bites her lip again. “Are you sure?”

“Of course. Besides,” he presses, “it’s not like we’ve never done it before.”

That was true. They’d been about fourteen at the time. It had been right after school, and they were bored out of their wits and wanted to get it over with.

“So there’s no reason for it to be awkward,” Lily replies, excitement starting to bubble in her stomach.

“None at all.”

“That’s great.”

James nods. “I’m going to kiss you know.”

And so he does.


It’s been two months since the beginning of their charade. Neither of them have been able to sleep, the fact that this is only a ruse tugging at their brains, ripping at their insides. It didn’t take much to convince Petunia, to be honest. She just… walked in on one of their practice sessions and that was it. That, of course, only meant that now they absolutely had to keep it going.

Besides, it’s not like they can fake-break up to get it off their backs. No, Petunia’s annoying as is, it simply wouldn’t do to add fuel to the flame. They’re too young to be prey.

It’s the beginning of March and they’re back in his room, the colourful walls mocking their shared misery. In the midst of the strained silence, Lily hears James mutter, “I can’t do this.”


“This,” he says, this time a little louder, gesturing to the space between the two of them. “I can’t keep this up anymore.”

He wouldn’t. He can’t. No.

“It was your idea!” she counters, panic starting to cloud her vision. She’s desperate, scared out of her wits that this is their downfall. She can’t lose him too, not him, she’s lost so much already.

“Yeah well,” he starts, and Lily notices how he looks about to burst, “I thought I could ignore my feelings, but I guess not, uh—“ his mouth clamps shut. He’s said too much, and there’s no turning back now.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Lily asks, the tiniest hint of hope flaring up inside her, and she’s trying to contain it, because it’s likely that she only heard him wrong, but she can’t. She can’t and it’s taking over.

“I’m in love with you.” It’s Earth-shattering. “I’m in love with you, and I can’t deal with it anymore. I can’t stand not knowing what’s real and what’s not, or if there’s anything real at all, because—fuck I wish it was, all of it—“

Suddenly, her body is flush against his. Their lips are tangled together and she’s prodding his mouth open, and it’s desperate, really, the way he’s clinging to her back and she to his neck.

And then, they slow down, and it soon becomes more laughter and smiling and teeth-clashing-against-teeth than actual kissing, but it’s fine, really, because now Lily has her answer. This, right here.

This was home.

New Year’s Celebration(MATURE)

“I am so sorry Justin, but I really can’t make it.” Y/N spoke into her phone, trying to keep herself from laughing.

“But you promised.” Justin whined.

“I know I did and I am very sorry for cancelling the last minute, but I will try to catch a next flight tomorrow or day after.”

Justin sighed, she pictured him frowning and messing his quiet long hair. “All right, okay, fine. But try to come as soon as possible.”

“I promise I will. Love you. I wish you all the best tonight.”

“Thanks babe, love you, bye.”

Y/N couldn’t wait to hung up so she could burst out of laughter. “You know you’re a real bitch, right?” Alfredo asked joining Y/N.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders and laughed some more. “This way is better. Paparazzi won’t expect me, neither will the fans. I can walk freely.”

“But don’t you feel bad, like, don’t know, he will be bummed because you’re not there to support him?”

“I thought about it, yeah, trust me this way is better. He will be happier to see me.”

Alfredo shrugged his shoulders “What do I know.”

Y/N took her phone and scrolled through instagram a little bit. Just as she was scrolling through one fans Bieber page, she got a text from Justin.

Bout to go on stage, really wish you were here.”

She decided not to respond, making it more convenient that she was busy doing, god knows what.

Few minutes later, they landed in Miami. The car was already waiting for Alfredo and Y/N. it was already 11.35 p.m. She was hoping that by the time, they arrive to Fontainebleau, it won’t be past midnight.

She wanted to celebrate new year with him, but considering the traffic, she might be late.

They arrived at 11.56 p.m. Y/N took her hills off and sprinted as fast as she could. In the distance, she could hear Justin’s voice getting louder and louder.

She bumped few people on the way, but thankfully, nobody stopped her to ask who she is. Once she reached the back stage, she gave herself a few seconds to catch a breath and put her hills back on.

That’s when she heard the countdown. “Eight, seven, six.” She fixed her hair and rushed on stage. She was hopping she looks okay. “Happy New Year.” Justin screamed into microphone.

He was about to say something when Y/N hugged him from behind, whispering into his ear. “Happy new year, babe.”

Quicker than a lighting, Justin turned around, enormous smile shining over his face. He placed his hands on her checks, pulling her into kiss.

The crowd behind them was going wild. Seemed like everybody had a great time.

“Happy new year.” He mumbled into kiss.

Once they separated from the kiss, he pulled her into a hug, placing his lips right next to her left ear. “You’re gonna wish you didn’t pull this little prank on me, baby girl. Just wait till we get to the dressing room. If we even make it to there.”

He kissed her ear and moved away, facing her with the most innocence smile. Y/N’s heart started pounding faster than ever, and she felt heat spreading all over her body. She wasn’t sure if she will be able to wait so long.  

She bit her lip, she was speechless. She wanted him, now, and not a moment later.

“Oh don’t give me those sex eyes, honey.” Justin said and turned to face the crowd.

“Give it up from my incredibly hot girlfriend everybody.” Y/N smiled and waved at the crowd.

She turned around and walked backstage, finding a good position to watch the rest of Justin’s performance.

He looked so good while he performed, and also very happy. Her eyes observed every single one of his moves. Soon she got distracted with the thoughts of Justin’s hot and wet mouth, tracing all the way from he swallowed lips to her clit.

She pushed her thighs together ease the urge she felt, just a little bit.

She was so distracted with her own dirty thoughts, that she didn’t even notice Justin’s performance being over, and him now walking towards her.

Once he was standing right in front of her, she lifted her head and bit her lip. He placed his finger under her chin and pushed her up. His eyes focused on her lips, but he didn’t make a move.

When she tried to make one, he simply backed away, meeting her gaze with a smirk playing over his lips.

“You see, you’ve been a very, very bad girl today. Teasing me with “I can’t make it” and your little outfit.” Justin got closer to Y/N, lowering his voice so only she could hear him.

“I know you want my tongue around your little tight pussy, my fingers playing with your hard nipples, my dick in your mouth. I know you want all of that baby girl, but daddy, you see, he wants to teach his little girl a lesson, yeah. Which is, never tease daddy.” Justin licked his lips, once again letting a smirk play over his lips.

Y/N sighed loudly, at that point she just wanted to push him onto the nearest wall and fuck the shit out of him, but that wasn’t possible, considering people in the room and his strength.

She simply nodded, focusing her eyes on the wall behind him with a picture that was supposed to be artwork, but all she saw was one stick and a circle. She really didn’t understand why people called that art.

“Now baby girl, I have to shower, but then we will hit the party.” Justin took her hand and the walked the same way she ran not twenty minutes ago.

As soon as they walked out of the door, she had to put her hand over her eyes, otherwise she would fall from all those flashlights.

Somehow they managed to get to the car without separating and they soon took off. Justin sat as close to Y/N as he physically could, placing his right hand on her thigh, slowly running tips of his fingers over her inner thigh.

The tension was way too much to handle, so she placed her hand on his leg moving it to his dick. She hoped he would change his mind and they would stay in his hotel room.

Justin suddenly grabbed Y/N’s hand, as it was just inches away from his dick and placed it on her leg. To punish her, he moved his hand away and moved in his seat so they weren’t touching anymore.

At that point, Y/N wanted to scream out in frustration, in the corner of her eye she could see Justin smirking before speaking.

“So how did you like my performance?” he turned his head to look at her.

She was pissed and not really in the mood to talk, she only shrugged her shoulders and simply added. “It was okay.” Turning her head towards the window.

By his voice, she could tell he wasn’t pleased with the answer. “It was okay?” He asked under the breath. “That’s all?” she didn’t respond.

If he could tease her, she could give him a silent treatment.

“So that’s how’s going to be, huh darling? All right, I’ll take it.”

From that moment on, neither of them spoke a word to each other. Even though they arrived to the hotel in less than three minutes, to Y/N it seemed like it was half an hour.

She quickly opened her door, which usually Justin does for her, but she wanted to piss him off as much as she could. Two can play this game.

She heard him mumble something under the breath but she didn’t bother to wait for him. She quickly walked towards the elevator, waiting for it to open.

Justin immediately caught up with her, placing his hand on her lower back, but just for brief five seconds. The door opened and they walked in, each standing on their side of the elevator.

They quickly walked out, reaching the room number 265. Justin unlocked it and she followed him in. she threw herself onto the bed and closed her eyes.

She could feel Justin’s look all over her body and when she hoped that he would change his mind, he walked into the bathroom.

She groaned and took her phone out. She opened snapchat and tried out which new idiotic filters where there. After she posted few selfies, she saw she had a missed call from her mother, so she rang her.

“Happy new year, honey.” Her mother yelled into phone. Y/N could tell she was a bit tipsy.

“Happy new year, mom. Having fun in LA?”

“Oh it’s great here. There’s a lot of young hot boys here.” Y/N could hear her father in the distance yelling something at her. “Whatever Y/F/N” She simply yelled.

At that point Justin walked out of bathroom, his hair messy and a towel wrapped around his waist. Y/N sat up and ran her eyes all over his body, scanning him, from his head to his tiptoes.

“So are you two having fun?” Y/M/N voice shook her from her daydream. “Mhm” Y/N mumbled into the phone.

“We’re just about to head to the party.”

“Well tell Justin hi and have a good time. P.S. it’s time for me to become grandma.”

“Y/M/N” Y/n’s father yelled and Y/N just chuckled.

“All right mom, have fun. Love you.”

Y/N hung up and look in Justin’s direction. He was now fully dressed, wearing a hat, black shirt, same colour jacket and white shorts.

“Ready?” he simply asked.

“Mom said hi.” He nod and started walking out.

He let Y/N go first and placed his hand on her lower back. This time the ride down wasn’t so unpleasant and soon they were at the party.

They separated very quickly, Y/N headed to the bar, ordering herself a strong Martini, while Justin went somewhere, only god know where.

“What is a girl like you doing alone on New Year?” a deep voice asked Y/n and she slowly rotated herself to face a very good looking guy.

He was tall, bit taller than Justin, black hair with bluest eyes Y/N has ever seen. She shyly smiled at him.

“Well I lost my boyfriend somewhere.” Y/N simply answered, hoping that will send him away.

But he didn’t seem to recognise what she said, rather he showed at the chair next to her, and she just nodded. A little company won’t hurt, she was getting bored anyway.

“I am Tony”

“Y/N. Nice to meet ya.”

“Oh trust me pleasure is all mine.” She smiled at his flirtatious comment and carried on. They talked for solid fifteen minutes, he made he laugh so much, her stomach actually started to hurt.

She felt familiar hand on her back. “Hi I am Justin. The boyfriend.” Justin offered his hand to Tony. His face was cold as ice, and Y/n knew he was beyond pissed and jealous.

“So you’re the one that leave this fine lady, all alone. Damn bro, you should keep a close eye on that masterpiece.” Tony said shaking his hand.

Y/n felt Justin’s grip getting tighter after Tony’s comment. She could tell his ego was hurt, and she was hoping he would just bit his tongue and let go. But she knew Justin.

“You might wanna watch your mouth, this is my girlfriend you’re talking to.”

“Hey man, I’ve said nothing bad about your girlfriend.” Tony lifted his hands up, clearly showing he wants no trouble.

“Tony it was nice meeting you, but I think you should leave now. Thanks for the company, I appreciate it.” Y/N said.

Tony nodded and smiled, then walked away. Y/N exactly knew what was following, and honestly she wasn’t in the mood for it.

“So I let you off for five minutes and you already find a new guy?”

She turned her head to face him, with the most annoyed facial expression she could make. “Don’t you even dare to start anything. He was at least making me company, unlike someone here.”

“So you wanna fuck him?” Justin asked arrogantly.  

“Fuck off Justin, go back to those bitches that you were with all this time. You ain’t gonna ruin this night for me.” Y/N said and walked away.

“Where you going?” Justin asked walking behind her.

“Somewhere where no one is going to bother me.”

“Y/N where the fuck are you going? Answer me.” Justin raised his voice. She turned on her tiptoes, lifting her hand to slap him, but she stopped herself just in time.

“Go on, slap me. Go on, do it.” he provoked her, stepping closer to her. Y/N rolled her eyes, groaned and started walking towards his room.

“So you’re just gonna walk away?”

“What do you want Justin? There is no more that needs to be said or discussed.”

“Oh yes there is.”

She picked her pace and walked even faster. Soon she was in front of his room door, waiting for him to unlock them, but he didn’t seem to hurry anywhere.

“And what would we need to discuss anymore?”

“You giving that guy sex eyes.” Y/N couldn’t believe her ears. All night he keeps teasing her, she is about to explode and now he gives her his jealous attitude.

It was kinda sexy, but all she wanted was to cum, not fight. So she pulled him closer, grabbing his jacked and connecting their lips.

He pushed her against the doors, one hand placing on her side, while unlocking the door with other. He pushed her inside, closing the door with his leg.

He moved away from kiss and took his jacket off. Y/N placed her hand around the hem of his shirt and pulled it up. He observed her while her hands traced up and how his chest.

He moved his hands on her back, unzipping her dress, letting it hit the floor and revealing her naked body. “You are so beautiful.”  Y/N felt her cheeks burning up.

Justin pushed Y/N onto bed and climbed over here. He connected their lips once again, while placing his hand over her clit, making little circles around it.

Y/N moaned into the kiss. “So wet.” Justin mumbled into kiss, pushing his tree finger into her. She groaned from sudden pleasure.

Justin moved his lips to her hard nipples, nibbling on each. She pushed her head deeper into the pillow, digging her nails into silky sheets.

He stick his tongue out and slowly traced it all the way to her pussy. He placed few kisses around her entrance, before connecting his lips with her clit.

Y/N screamed out in pleasure, shutting her eyes and enjoying the moment. She pushed her hips higher, but he placed his strong hand on her sides and held her down.

He hummed into her entrance, which only send shiver all over her body.

Suddenly he got up and she whined at the feeling of emptiness. He took his shorts off, exposing his grown length.

He took his dick in his hand and simply demanded. “Suck.”

Y/N got up and quickly took his dick into her mouth, never leaving his gaze. His mouth fell open, little ‘fuck’ leaving his lips.

She sucked slowly, swirling her tongue around the tip, but Justin grabbed her hair and moved her head faster and rougher.

She knew he was close, so he pulled her away, pulling her up for a rough kiss.

Y/N pushed Justin onto bed, she placed her legs on each side and took his dick into her hands and placed it in front of her entrance. She slowly pushed herself down, adjusting his length inside her.

She placed her hands onto his chest and started moving her hips in a circle. He griped her sides, groaning.

“Keep doing that, baby girl.”

Y/N slowly started to bounce her hips up and down, eventually picking up the pace. Their moans were getting lost in hot, steamy air that their bodies produced.

Justin’s eyes focused on her bouncing boobs, moving his hands to cup them, giving them a good squeeze. Y/N moaned loudly.

“You are so fucking hot, you know that, right?”

Justin got up, placing his hands on her back, taking her breast in her mouth, nibbling on her sensitive nipples. Sucking around her nipples, making sure to leave deep, purple marks, only visible to him.

Y/N felt her stomach clenching, her thighs started shaking. She was so close.

“Mhm, s-so cl-o-o-se. Please le-t me c-u-um.” Y/N said quietly, in between thrusts.

“Oh you wanna cum, baby girl? I don’t think so.” Justin picked her up and turned around, hovering her. He pulled his dick out, only to slam into her with his full rage.

Y/N screamed his name, almost cumming, but somehow managing to hold it back. With each thrust it became harder and harder for her to hold back. Because with every thrust he managed to hit her g-spot.

“Please, Justin” Y/N cried out.

“What? What do you want?” Justin demanded.

“Please let me cum.”

“I don’t know Y/N, only good girls get to cum, but you were a very, very bad girl today.”

Y/N moaned loudly, she knew that if she won’t cum in next thirty seconds, she will explode.

“But I think you have learned your lesson. Cum baby girl, cum hard.”

Her orgasm hit the climax, Y/N’s eyes rolled, her back arched, and she digged her nails into his muscles. She screamed his name as loud as she could, feeling like her lounges will leave her body.

“Fuck, you’re so hot when you come.”

He rid of her orgasm as his was close, his thrust became sloppier, harder and deeper. He groaned her name loudly, emptying himself into her.

Justin collapsed next to Y/N, both trying to calm down their breathing.

Good To Be Back

McHanzo Week Day 1: Morning/Night

Summary: McCree returns from a long, difficult mission in the dead of night.

(TW for vague mentions of blood and violence, mental illness)


Hanzo jerked awake into pitch blackness.

Something woke him, and he felt fear bubble in his chest. He scrambled to sit upright, silently hissing at the stiffness in his neck and his back. What the hell—he’d fallen asleep on a couch?

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The Sun and The Stars {4}

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Word count: 2971

Warnings: mild violence, angsty at the end. Sorry for the wait!! It’s been a crazy couple of days but I finally finished another part. More to come soon!

Originally posted by its-buckyy

Your room went empty most nights. You tended to crawl into Bucky’s bed where his welcoming arms would come around you and the two of you would fall into nightmare-less sleep wrapped up in each other and as the days passed, you could see Bucky opening up to you more, joking and poking fun at you as you became more comfortable at the compound. You spent your time mostly with him but occasionally you would hang out with Sam and Steve while Bucky went elsewhere, no doubt to do his own training session.

You’d also been hanging out with Wanda, studying each other’s powers. Her red tendrils of smoky power were different from yours; you had a much more fluid motion to the way your power moved and it turned out that Bucky was right about you being more powerful than her, although she was close. You had a lot of fun sparring with her, pushing each other to the limit but the fights always ended the same way: with you as the winner. 

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Let Me Love You pt. 8

Originally posted by sebaeked

Let Me Love You

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9

Description: When the truth finally comes out are you willing to take Baekhyun back?

Genre: Smut // Fluff // Slight Angst

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Mobile Masterlist | Request

You push the door shut behind you. You can feel Baekhyun’s eyes on you as he waits for you to speak but you are not ready to turn around. You dread the moment you meet his eyes. What exactly is there for you to say? For him to say? Realistically, you shouldn’t have agreed to this talk. Him lying to his fiance that he’ll be out late and to not wait up for him. You kissing Chanyeol on the cheek and tell him you had a great time tonight and can’t wait to see him again when in reality you’re letting his best friend somehow persuade you back to your hotel because the only man you can think about is Baekhyun. At this point you don’t know who’s worse; you or Baekhyun.

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S-I-N, I S-I-N

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Summary: Request fic for @speedywheelz. “imagine where Gerard walks in on you reading naughty fanfics about him haha”.

You got a notification on your phone that your favorite MCR fanfic author had just posted a new oneshot. You weren’t sure why you still followed them, to be honest. You’d tried to distance yourself from the Tumblr fandom after you started dating Gerard for real.

Part of that was because of the flurry of anons you’d started getting in your inbox when the tabloids got wind of your relationship. Some of the questions were just invasive (what’s Gerard really like in bed? ;) ) while others were outright hostile (Wtf makes you think you deserve to date him?!). The worst part was the fanfic authors who wrote stories where Gerard broke up with you, or even ones where you died, so that their OC and Gerard could be together. On the other hand, some writers had started calling you and Gerard their “OTP”. That was even weirder.

But, this writer was just so good that you couldn’t bring yourself to unfollow her. She hadn’t posted anything in a while, so you hadn’t really thought about her for some time. You found yourself clicking onto the fic anyway. Pairing: Gerard x Reader, the description warned. Genre: Smut.

You blushed, remembering all the lonely nights when you’d still been single and had gotten yourself off on the fantasies this author spun. Gerard wasn’t home at the moment, and you were feeling a little lonely. For old time’s sake, you thought, and, hesitantly, began to read.

You found yourself getting really into it, your temperature climbing as you read the filthy, kinky sexual situation the author was describing.

Your fingers twisted into Gerard’s hair as he thrust into you more deeply and moaned, “Oh, Y/N, yes……..Y/N……..”

“Y/N, what are you doing?” said a voice behind you, and you jumped.

“Gerard?!” you gasped, turning around to see your boyfriend standing there with a raised eyebrow. “Y….You’re home early…..”

“Yeah, I finished up my work a little faster than I thought I was going to,” Gerard explained, still looking at you curiously. “What are you reading over there?”

“Nothing!” you said quickly, turning red and clutching your phone to your chest.

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anonymous asked:

Cuddling RobStar is always a good one, just nothing to sad/heavy/serious. But anything you write will be amazing ❤️💜 ( this is in terms of the one shot)

I’m sorry this took so long, anon! I really wasn’t expecting any prompts, but I saved it so that I could respond eventually. Here it is! Have some angsty RobStar for your feels, today!

It started when Beast Boy had accidentally rented the wrong movie on movie night.

Cyborg had insisted on Mega Mutants Volume 3, while Beast Boy was more in the mood for classic horror such as The Thing. The two winded up fighting over the converter as Robin, Starfire and Raven watched on helplessly from their spot on the couch.

As the two teens continuously flicked back and forth between titles, eventually, Beast Boy hit the purchase button on a movie neither of them had intended; a sappy, romantic comedy.

Everyone’s expressions blanched as they stared at the offending television screen, where the unwanted movie had started to play, along with a happy, musical tune.

“Aw, dude! Look what you made me do!” Beast Boy cried out despairingly, throwing the controller at his cybernetic friend in exasperation.

Me?! This is your fault!” Cyborg angrily protested.

“You’re the one who just ruined movie night, tin can!”

“What did you call me?!”

It went on like this for several minutes more before Robin and Raven both decided to intervene when they couldn’t take anymore.

“Whoever doesn’t want to watch the movie can leave. As of right now, we’re stuck with…whatever this is, so. Make do, or find something else to occupy your time with,” Robin ordered, standing between the two arguing Titans.

Beast Boy pouted, but Raven used her powers to swiftly confiscate the remote before he attempted to purchase a different film for the night. “Robin’s right. We can’t afford to squander money over such pettiness,” she reaffirmed.

Starfire looked about in confusion. “Friends, what is wrong with the film of love and humor? Do you not enjoy such tales?” She looked about the room, dejected.

Robin spared her a sympathetic look before shrugging. “Sorry, Star. I’ve got some work I need to look into for the Justice League. Maybe another night?”

Cyborg stood up then as well, a scowl on his human features. “I just remembered I have to tune up the T-car,” he said dryly.

As the two Titans left the room, Starfire couldn’t help but give Raven a glum look, begging the empath not to leave despite having put up her hood.

“Friend Raven, will you not stay and enjoy our picture night?”

The empath, in response, spared Beast Boy a curious look, the changeling having sullenly fallen into the red sofa like a blade of grass, his arms folded over his chest as he stared blankly at the screen. “Uh…I’d love to, Star, but I have to meditate…,” Raven stammered uneasily.

“Can you not leave the meditating for after the night of movies?” Starfire pleaded, clasping her fingers together in front of her while treating Raven with a doe-eyed expression.

Even Beast Boy had to smirk at Raven’s unseemly predicament; no one outlasted Starfire’s puppy dog eyes, and it probably gave Beast Boy’s actual puppy dog a run for his money.

Reluctantly, and with a heavy sigh, the empath plopped back down onto the couch, as Starfire squealed with delight and proceeded to turn off all the lights in the common room. Much to everyone’s surprise, Beast Boy chose to hang around as well, and the remaining three Titans munched on some popcorn while the film played.

The romcom was as sappy as expected; full of one-liners, and cheesy, romantic notions that were staple of the genre. A classic guy chases beautiful girl because he falls helplessly in love. Nonetheless, Starfire was engrossed. She laughed with the characters, cried with them, and cheered for them, all the while, Raven tried to ignore Beast Boy passing out against her shoulder.

By the time the film had ended, Starfire had painfully come to realize that it was all just Hollywood’s shallow interpretation, and that real life didn’t quite work in such a way, especially in matters of the heart. She found herself thinking about Robin, wondering why everything else was always more important than spending time with her.

Raven seemed to pick up on the alien princess’ worries, and after wiping off some of Beast Boy’s drool from her cloak, she gave Starfire a comforting look. “He’ll come around, you know,” she told her softly, not wishing to admit that she, too, had followed the movie closely despite claiming not to be fond of overused, romantic clichés in film.

“Thank you, Raven,” Starfire smiled at her, and tried to push the more negative thoughts out of her head.

The Tameranean princess greatly disliked making any of her friends worry, but she couldn’t help but feel like her romantic relationship with Robin was always somehow…lacking.

As Raven proceeded to carry Beast Boy to his room using a claw of dark energy, Starfire found herself standing outside of Robin’s office, as if her legs had a mind of their own.

He had told her that he had work to do, that he would be busy with something important, and she knew she ought to have respected his wishes and gone to her bedroom. However, like a magnet, she couldn’t pull away. She floated there, in the darkness of his daunting, metal door, and felt the familiar way in which her heart ached for their leader.

With a drawn out sigh, she finally managed to recover her senses, and made to levitate away when she heard the door hiss open.

Robin seemed caught off guard by her sudden presence as the synthetic light from his computer screens spilled out into the darkness.

“Star! Uh…what are you doing here?” He asked her, somewhat bashful.

It always made her giddy knowing that she could so easily take their no-nonsense leader off guard from time to time.

“I only wished to come see how you were doing. Forgive me for disturbing you,” she muttered stiffly, hugging her bare arms, and looking to the floor.

“How was the movie?” He suddenly asked her, surprisingly pulling her back into the conversation. When she looked up, she noticed that he’d removed his mask; something he only ever did when he was around her.

She was greeted by the sight of his handsome, cobalt blue eyes, warming as they regarded her fondly from across the hall.

“It was…as expected. Beast Boy fell asleep at the part where they make the promise to never leave one another, while Raven was too busy fretting over Beast Boy’s saliva on her cloak without wishing to wake him,” Starfire explained meekly.

Robin raised a single brow, frowning. “Star, I meant to ask what you thought of the movie,” he clarified, the stressed creases around his mouth reappearing.

“Oh, of course. Well, it was good, I suppose…,” she told him, although she didn’t sound very convincing.

Robin picked up on her indecisive tone immediately, and he crossed the distance to better examine the look upon her features. “What didn’t you like?”

Starfire shook her head, long tendrils of flame red hair moving with her.

“I did like it. Only…it was not real, not from what I’ve seen,” she spoke bitterly, unable to hide her contempt on the matter.

Would it kill him to choose her for once? Only once?

“Not real? What are you getting at, Star?”

He was concerned now, and she had his undivided attention.

Perhaps that was why she said what she said, because it was hard to come by moments when Robin only thought of her instead of the rest of the world.

With her hands balled into tight fists at her sides, she found the nerve to speak up. “They are not real because there is no such thing as a promise to never leave, there is no midnight kiss, no chasing through the airports, no fighting and doing the making up, not even the cuddling night after night on the sofa, or forehead kisses. None of it is real, because none of it ever happens. Not here, and most certainly never with you,” she blurted out, her voice quivering despite her tight lidded control.

She was shaking, and if she dared to look up at his face, she was terrified that she’d fall apart, and Tamaraneans never fell apart, certainly for no man.

“Starfire…Kory…,” he whispered her name, reaching out to her with his voice and his hand, but she pulled back, too afraid of what it would do to her if she let him take her in his arms.

No matter how badly she wanted it, she had to stand her ground.

Without another word, Starfire took off to her room, fighting every resilient impulse in her body to turn the other way and succumbing to her only weakness…

Starfire stayed in her room for most of the following day, with frequent visits from her teammates, who were not Robin, inquiring about her well-being, or asking her to join them in various activities. She turned them all down, and claimed that she needed to have ‘the alone time’ while massaging Silkie’s full belly as he dozed peacefully on her bed.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get herself out of the slump she was in. It wasn’t like this was anything new with Robin; he was always consumed by his work, especially if it concerned his great mentor.

Yet, for some unforeseeable reason, it had finally gotten to her.

Sure, she knew he cared for her deeply, he’d proven that time and time again. For a while, it had even been enough for her, until he’d start to clam up again and shut her out. They’d be back at square one until he’d work out whatever issues he’d be dealing with, and suddenly, he was warm, friendly Robin again.

Shortly put, their relationship was often a roller-coaster ride, where half the time, neither knew what was going on or where the other was.

Eventually, it was bound to wear her down, especially with the constant reminder of what their brand of romance wasn’t.

Starfire skulked about her room like a prisoner, at the mercy of her own thoughts and worries, only coming out to retrieve a snack for herself and Silkie before vanishing again into the darkness without a word. As much as she tried to ignore it, she couldn’t help but seek out the familiar spike of jet black hair, or the infamous Boy Wonder cape from the corner of her eye. She also could not help the feeling of her heart sinking when she realized his absence among her friends.

Starfire, somewhat depressed and feeling remorseful about her harsh words, fell asleep to the worries of ruining her friendship with the Titan leader, her cheek pressed against Silkie’s warm side as she struggled through dreams and nightmares.

She only awoke late in the evening when the lithe, alien creature had waddled out of her grasp to the sound of a slow, persistent knock on her door. Starfire’s head hit her mattress before she realized what had happened.

She sat up on her bed and yawned, stretching her arms out over her head as moonlight filtered in through her windows and cast long shadows along her floor.

That was when she heard it again, the tap tap tap on the metal, certainly no longer a figment of her imagination. Silkie had slithered on over to the door, giving her a sad, lonely yowl to get her attention.

Sighing, the alien princess floated on over to inspect her door, wondering which of her friends it was this time. As she undid the locks, and the gate slid open, she found herself greeted by the sight of…nothing.

There was no one there.

She looked around to see if they’d perhaps made a hasty getaway when she hadn’t responded to the previous knocks, but all she did find was a simple, white envelope sitting on the floor just outside her bedroom entrance. The contrast of crisp, white paper against the dark hallway tiles made it stick out like a sore thumb, and she lifted it up gingerly, wondering where it had come from.

Perhaps it had fallen out of one of her comrade’s pockets?

When she flipped it over, she was surprised to find her name written on it in clean, straight cursive.

Curiosity getting the better of her, she opened the letter, and pulled out the short, typed out note that had been addressed to her.


There’s an important investigation I need your help with, ASAP. Meet me by the sofa, and bring Silkie if you like.


She wanted to incinerate the damn thing with her eyes, it made her so angry. She knew she was being irrational, but the note was almost like adding insult to injury, and she couldn’t help that her more childish side beckoned she ignore his plea.

Still, despite the arguments and the frequent tiffs the Titans often got into, their job remained a priority. If the investigation was this crucial, and lives were at stake, Starfire could never forgive herself for opting not to get involved due to personal reasons.

That didn’t mean she had to be happy about it.

In an angry huff, she picked up a surprised Silkie in her arms, and floated out towards the common area, mentally preparing herself for the encounter, whatever it would be.

By the time she’d turned the corner, ready to pick a bone with her arrogant teammate, she was nearly floored by what she found instead.

She saw him first, standing in the dim glow of the candlelight that he’d no doubt borrowed from Raven for the evening. The wide, clear windows of the Tower reflected the wonderful view of the night ocean as the moon and stars twinkled overhead of the bustling city. The only sound was of the crashing waves against the rocks, as well as the gentle flicker of flames licking at the wax. On the sofa, there was a massive blue comforter, and the television screen was turned on to a selection of rentable movies to watch. Robin, taken somewhat off-guard by her appearance, coloured when he stood up wearing only his pajamas, and holding a bottle of red wine. A single ruby red rose sat in the centre of the table in a fancy glass vase.

He scratched at the back of his head, the loose, white t-shirt lifting enough to reveal the strong muscles of his core. His usually carefully gelled hair was now flat and in natural waves atop his head, while his mask lay forgotten on the table.

“I, uh, I know I’m not really good at this, which is probably how you already know it wasn’t entirely my idea, but would you believe me if I said I’d been planning it for a while?” He explained, glancing at her apologetically and looking delectably handsome in the dim ambiance of the room.

When Starfire continued to gawk at him as Silkie wiggled about in her arms, he pressed on while running around the couch to join her. “I’m afraid I have to confess to misleading you, Star. There is no important investigation, or mission from the Justice League, for that matter.”

He took her by the shoulders softly, the palms of his calloused hands gentle and warm against her skin. “I’m sorry, Kory. I know this doesn’t make up for it, but I’m going to try and change your mind about what’s real.” He grinned sheepishly, his straight, white teeth gleaming in the light. “And you know how persistent I can be.”

She couldn’t help but giggle then. “Like a dog with the bone,” she added, her heart swelling with emotion.

Her shift in attitude made his features light up instantly, and he pulled her by the hand towards the sofa, where he’d placed pillows and cushions for their comfort. When she was settled into his strong arms, nestled against his chest beneath the blankets and listening to the steady and strong thrum of his heartbeat, he whispered along her ears, “I can’t exactly chase you through an airport, but I can do the cuddling and kissing part just fine, if you’d like…”

She stared up at him through glassy, luminescent eyes, the green glow pulsing with life. “Will there be forehead kisses, too?”

In response, Robin pressed his lips tenderly against her brow, lingering long enough to inhale the lush, strawberry scent of her hair.

“You bet.”


I was having a hard time, and now i’m not.

For as long as I’ve identified as a witch, I thought I had trouble with ‘real’ magic. Spells didn’t come easy to me, I felt like my offerings and altars were wrong, that I was making some mistake that no one ever spoke about because every one else knew what not to do. And I suppose I was, but not exactly how I thought I was.

I was already doing magic, but not how I thought I wanted to.

My magic isn’t always mason jars filled with herbs, crystal points polished like mirrors, or billowing skirts and capes.

My magic is standing in my back yard looking for acorns in jeans and a tee shirt. Baking cookies from boxed mix for Loki. Potions from tea, emojis sent to myself over kik for spells, drawing sigils with my tablet. The comfort of silent spirits while I go about my daily life.

My spells are song lyrics from the radio, a playlist altar for my deities, wearing stone jewelry to job interviews.

Home made tarot cards that I ask about birthday gifts, a Supernatural ouija board with a glow in the dark planchette, sigils inspired by my favorite shows.

I was never doing it wrong, I just didn’t know I was doing it right.

Some days I still wish I was able to work deep in the woods, twigs in my long hair, black taffeta trailing behind me like smoke, a raven familiar by my side as I brew my potions in a real cauldron.

But then my black cat with a deformed leg will hobble inside, rubbing his head on me, and I’ll draw a sigil on my arm in gel pen, listening to a song that inspires my intent. That’s where my magic is.

So if you’ve watched Bungou Stray Dogs (or read the manga) you should be well acquainted with the jealous former kohai, Akutagawa. His goth phase hasn’t ended and he sports a demonic jacket that matches his black soul perfectly.




So these were all of the thoughts going through my head as I put off studying for the SATs, and for some strange reason I have become infuriated with his lack of real eyebrows. YOU CAN SEE HIS RAT PENIS LOOKING THIN HAIRS GRIPPING ONTO HIS FACE FOR DEAR LIFE SOMEONE SAVE THEM PLEASE.



Hi my name is Pizza Hut Guy and I have long real Pizza hair (that’s how I got my name) with greasy streaks and greasy tips that reaches my mid-back and warm pepperoni eyes like pepperoni and a lot of people tell me I act like a complete buffoon. I’m not related to the Carney brothers but I wish I was because they’re major fucking hotties. I’m a Pizza Hut customer service rep but my teeth are about as crooked as my sexuality. I have cheesy orange skin. I’m also an asshole, and harass random idiots on the Internet despite being a minor (It’s my main hobby). I’m a Pizza Hut customer service rep and I wear mostly my Pizza Hut uniform. I love Pizza Hut. Today I was wearing a Pizza Hut corset with matching lace around it and a black Pizza Hut miniskirt, Pizza Hut fishnets and black Pizza Hut boots. I was wearing marinara lipstick, cheesy foundation, black olive eyeliner and red pepper eye shadow. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I wasn’t very happy about because it was harder to deliver pizzas in. Some idiots said I wasn’t a real Pizza Hut customer service rep. I put up my middle finger at them.

For The Best

Summary: The aftermath of a kidnapping

Barry was terrified when he had realized that an insane meta had kidnapped you.
It was your weekly movie/date night and after being an hour late and not responding to any of his texts or calls, he had automatically assumed the worst.

Calling up Cisco for his technical skill, he rushed to do absolutely everything in his power to find and save you.

But it was almost five hours after you had been abducted when the team had finally become aware of your location and rushed to save you.

Broken and bruised, Barry was able to rescue you and return you back home (that is after having Caitlin do a quick check up to make sure you were physically alright) where he could keep a close eye on you.

It was nearly midnight when Barry returned you to your apartment and practically invited himself to spend the night (not that you would have made him leave or even wanted him to leave your side after that traumatic experience, having him close to you was comforting).

The bedroom was unusually cold, despite the warm weather outside and the multiple blankets he had piled on your bed and it forced you to cuddle into Barry for his warmth.

Completely compliant, Barry was glad to have you back in his arms where he knew you were safe and sound.

He continued whispering sweet nothings in your ear (which mainly consisted of how much he loved you and how worried he was) until he noticed your breathing even out, signaling you had given into sleep after your exhausting day.

But, because of that, silence filled the room, leaving Barry alone with his thoughts that seemed to be eating him alive.

He had to make a change.

Waking up to an empty bed was quite disappointing seeing as you were excited to cuddle with Barry some more and practically glue yourself to his side. But you decided to scurry out of bed and quickly found him in the living room, sitting on the couch while some murder show played on in the background (as if he didn’t see enough of that at his job), though Barry seemed to be much more focused on picking at his nails, a nervous habit he had picked up.

“Hey, Bare.” You said, plopping down beside him, pressing your cold toes against his shins but he wasn’t fazed at all.

“We should talk, y/n.” He said, refusing to meet your stare and that was a dead giveaway to tell you that something was wrong. He doesn’t hide things from you so it was nerve racking to see him so uncomfortable around you.

“About…?” Your mind went to the worst and you prayed he didn’t cheat on you—he wouldn’t do that, would he? No, Barry was definitely above that. He would never. So what was it? Why was he so nervous to talk to you all the sudden?

He felt his palms sweat and he tried to wipe them off on his pajama pants while convincing himself that he had to do this; that this was the right thing. “I think it would be best if we took a break. Dangerous metas out there know that you know information about The Flash and they’re ready and willing to use it against you and if we put some distance between us then you’d be much safer.”

Your entire body chilled. You never expected this. Those meaningful conversations about your picture perfect future together seemed to go up in flames as he continued his thoughts.

“Last night should have never happened but it did and I can’t fix that. But I can prevent it from happening again and this is me taking steps to do so.”

“This is insane, Barry.” You said when you finally gathered your thoughts. “After everything we’ve been through—everything that we’ve overcome together, you’re just going to throw it away over a stupid, insignificant incident?” It took nearly all your focus on no crying to prevent the tears from escaping your eyes and making this scene worse. Determined not to let him make you cry, you decided to hold your ground to make him realize how irrational he was being. “You’re willing to let go of us that easily?” The words hurt, but, at that moment, the were real and felt like a stab in the chest.

“You don’t understand, y/n.” He shook his head, fighting all his instincts to comfort you and shield you from any pain. He had to do this before something incorrigible happened. Barry could never forgive himself if he were to ever lose you—he had already come too close it that outcome last night. This was his last alternative, no matter how much he disliked it.

“Understand what, Barry?” You continued the interrogation because he wasn’t leaving without giving you answers. It was the least that you deserved. “That you’re basically breaking up with me for unintentionally getting dragged into your hero business and being used as leverage to lure you to the crazy, escaped mental patient metahuman? Do you think I meant to nearly be killed last night? Because I can assure you that I didn’t.”

That’s when he snapped, and you felt frozen in place. He had never yelled at you before, though you had witnessed his fury on multiple occasions it had never been directed at you. “That’s not my intention! Everything I do, everything I’ve done, has always been with you in mind. Whether that be picking you up flowers on my way home just to see that smile of yours or trying so hard to keep my identity from you in the first place in order to avoid a situation like the one we’re in right now. It’s always been for you and it will always be you. Last night mortified me. Not knowing if you were dead or alive all because these villains have connected the dots and realized your connection to The Flash. That’s why this is it.”

By now, tears were freely flowing down your cheeks but you made no attempt to stop them. He deserves to know that he’s making you cry, deserves to know the pain he’s causing you is much less then the one you suffered through last night. Because last night was temporary but you’ll have to live with the pain of letting Barry go for the rest of your life. Making it clear that he’d always be the one that got away. “This is it?” You questioned, but desperately feared the answer.

“This is it.” He leaned closer to you, finally meeting your gaze as he tried his best not to focus on the fact that he was the cause of those tears. “I’m sorry, but I’ve got to let you go. I can’t protect you and I can’t risk you getting hurt, not after I promised your mother I’d take care of you.”

Barry’s words seemed to sting more and more as he continued talking and at this point you just wished he’d shut up.

He was referring to this time you had first taken him to meet your mother and siblings. He had been so, so nervous, as had your mother, since this would make him the very first man you ever brought home to meet them so they all knew he had to be special. Your father had died years earlier fighting in the military so it was only your older bother Parker, younger bother Michael and Bonnie, your lovely mother who were there for dinner that night. After seeing what a delightful man he was, they all instantly welcomed him (though Parker took a bit more convincing since his big bother instincts said he was never supposed to like his little sister’s boyfriend but Barry was pretty cool so he decided to make an exception for him). But, at one point after dinner, your mother had pulled him aside and made him promise to protect you from harm since it was all your father ever wanted to do for you. He would want to know she’s got someone looking out for her, she said.

So bringing up that promise was a low blow.

“I will always love you—” He reached out to push a lock of hair behind your ear and your initial reaction was to lean into his touch so it took strength to resist his charm and hold your ground.

“If you loved me you wouldn’t be breaking up with me right now, Barry.” You interrupted.

He shook his head, twirling his fingers through your hair in an attempt to memorize every detail. “That’s exactly why I’m doing it. I wish I could be selfish and continue on loving you like that incident never happened but it did so there is a real possibility that it could happen again and I want to protect you for as long as I shall live. And I can’t protect when we’re together because that only makes you a target.”

“I can hold my own, Barry! I’m not some helpless girl who always needs saving. I survived just fine before I met you at the post office that one day. I’m not ready to throw away our relationship after how hard we worked to get here! I’d rather live knowing that at the end of the day you’re mine and I’m yours instead of letting you go because being with you makes me a target. I can handle being a target.”

Barry shook his head, pushing the strand of hair he was twirling behind your ear as he met your stare. “That’s where we disagree. I’d rather you be alive and hate me rather than dead because you loved me.”

The room fell into silence, only your sniffles being heard. “You should go.”

A moment had passed after you basically kicked him out when finally, without a word, he stood up and trekked to the door. Trying to memorize every detail of your apartment on the way out because he wasn’t sure he’d ever have a pleasure over being here again.

When you heard the door click shut, a wave a tears flooded out and you felt like they would never end; that there was a good chance you could drown in them.

Minutes passed before the realization hit you.

Now it all made sense why it was Iris who will have the pleasure of marrying Barry in the future. “It’s Iris.” You mumbled, wiping your cheeks of tears in an attempt to get yourself together. “It’s always been Iris.”

Barry’s heart cracked as he overheard that and he let his head thump back against the front door in shame. He had shattered and smashed every inch of your being that loved and trusted him. And maybe it was a good thing because now you could move past him and never give him a second thought. But he had never wanted you to assume it was Iris that he had loved; that she was always the one who held his heart while you were only temporary. In reality it was the exact opposite. He had thought he loved her but he soon realized that it wasn’t a real love. His love for Iris was based on his loneliness of being alone for so long. But you–you–were the embodiment of his dream girl and there was no competition between you and Iris because you would win every time.

But Oliver was right. Guys like him don’t get the girl.

He had royally screwed things up, but he still hoped you knew that his love for you was a real as it gets and maybe one day, when he learned how to protect those he loves correctly, he’d have the chance to repair your heart and maybe even make you Y/n Allen one day…

But for now, he had to let you go.

She Waits (Chuck Shurley x Reader)

Surprisingly enough, this one’s pretty popular on my Archive of Our Own account, so I thought I should post this here as well. My friends said this was probably the best one-shot thing I’ve ever done so far, so you should give it a read! It’s worth it, I promise. 

Summary: You were Chuck Shurley’s long-term girlfriend…until he left you and your life together without explanation. Now he’s back, and he explains everything that has happened to him.

Word Count: 4031

Warnings: Smut, attempted suicide

The doorbell rang and you woke up from your slumber, your hand absently brushing past the empty spot next to you on the king-sized bed. You glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table and you groaned. “Who’d come visit at this godforsaken hour?” You grumbled, as you put on one of Chu- one of your shirts and padded barefoot to answer the door. You switched on the porch-light, just to be on the safe side, in case you were about to let in an axe murderer, and you did a double take as your eyes registered something you remembered so vividly, yet you wished to forget. No way, you thought, as your breath hitched. You knew that green jacket anywhere. You were the one that bought it for him.

Slowly and hesitantly, you opened the door of the house you used to share with the man you loved, and it was like a ghost from the past came back to haunt you. The familiar soft brown hair, stormy blue-green eyes that sometimes appeared grey in a certain light, and a nicely-trimmed beard, something you used to do for him, until he left. “Hi.” came his uniquely Chuck voice, and you wanted to fall apart and be swallowed by the floor.

“You’re not real.” You said shakily, wanting to believe what was right in front of you, yet you wished he was just a dream. I waited so long, you thought. I was piecing my life back together from the aftermath, and you… You shut your eyes tightly, before opening them again, and he was still standing less than two feet away from you. You shook your head in denial. “You-You’re just in my head, l-like when I thought I kept seeing you wherever I went, b-but…” You trailed off, slowly starting to process the fact that he was here. The one you prayed to God to bring back home. The one that built you up like a Lego house, only to knock you down when he left you without an explanation. The one you’ve waited for, and after all this time, you knew. He was a big bag of dicks, and you would gladly let him hurt you like he hurt you years ago because you loved him too much. But did he ever love you?

Still, anger boiled inside of you, burning your insides as all the pent-up rage twisted and turned inside of you, until it rose, and you lunged at him, pummelling your small balled-up fists against his surprisingly hardened chest, screaming profanities while tears streamed down your face, tears you never thought would come back out after years of pushing them back down. “You left without an explanation! Not a single note, a goodbye, anything!” You yelled. “And now you want to show up at ou-my doorstep and act like the past years never happened?!” He looked as if he was about to speak, but you weren’t finished. “I waited! I waited, and cried, and waited some more, and where were you?! I thought you were dead!” And suddenly, you melted into a puddle of sobbing goo as you wrapped your small arms around the man you loved, breathing in the scent you tried so hard to remember. You left teardrops on his white t-shirt burying your face into his chest. “I missed you so much.” Your voice muffled against the soft material of his shirt, trying hard not to leave snot trails on him. The last thing he needed was a snotty t-shirt and a blubbering girlfriend…if that was what you still were to him. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”  

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Out of all the ways you could have met her, this was probably the worst.

Okay not maybe the worst, but definitely in the top five. 

You watch her flip her long orange hair over her shoulder, her calves brushing against the clear blue ocean water. She stretches for a moment, her muscles becoming ever so prominent. You swear she’s flexing.

“I take it back, definitely the worst.” The words leave your mouth louder then you expect, earning a chuckle from Roy. You’d be embarrassed if you weren’t so jealous. You look to your right, and see the corners of the largest grin on his face, his hand muffling his laughter.

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Collide Prt. 7

Prompt: Riley Matthews is a struggling writer who works as a bartender to pay off her student loans. Lucas Friar is a rich kid from Texas who’s lost his way. One night fate brings them together causing their two different worlds to collide.
A/N: Riley finally lets Lucas give her a glimpse into his world. 
Word Count: 3,072
Part [1] Part [2] Part [3] Part [4] Part [5] Part [6]

Part 7- “Pleasure to meet you.”

Dating a boy like Lucas Friar is nothing like I thought it would be. Knowing his background and where he comes from gave me the assumption that he would be a pretentious snob who tries to buy my love and devotion but I could not be more wrong.

He’s spontaneous but doesn’t push me too far out of my comfort zone to where I’m terrified to do something. He makes me laugh with his terrible accents and hilarious stories about growing up in Texas. The way he bites his lip when he looks at me makes my insides go all warm, and when he touches me…well, I just never want him to stop.

And if I’m being completely honest I was more than okay being with him in secret. I liked our little arrangement we had. We’d spend the mornings together, I’d go to work at night and then come home to him. In my head it was the perfect situation.

I didn’t want to tell my friends I was dating anyone, let alone him, so even though they knew I was “busy” during the day, they didn’t know who I was busy with. Lucas’ friends suspected he was dating someone because he was hardly ever around anymore, but in respect to my wishes, he had yet to derail the intimate details of our relationship status.

Everything was going so well that I just wanted to stay in the perfect little bubble we had created where it was just the two of us. Unfortunately for me, I’m not that lucky.

I roll around in my bed to face the sandy blonde I’ve been spending almost all my mornings with. His hair was disheveled, his breathing was heavy, and he sported a mischievous little grin on his face. One that he wore whenever we finished sleeping together.

It was early afternoon on a Wednesday. I had off from work and Lucas was free all day so we made the plan to get breakfast, go see a movie, maybe go to a museum or something, but all of that went out the window when he walked in. Somehow we ended up in my bed, tangled up in the sheets. Not that I’m complaining.

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Hi my name is Ekaterina Aleksandrovna Razumova and I’m fucking Russian (that’s how I got my name) with long icy blonde hair that reaches my mid-back and blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Catherine the Great (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!).I’m not related to Josef Stalin but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a Russian but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a witch, and I go to a magic school called Koldovstoretz in Russia where I’m in the twelfth year (I’m nineteen). I’m a Russian (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly linens. I love rusclothing.com and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a red sarafan with a matching povyazka and valenki. I was wearing concealer and light blush inspired by Vadim Andreev. I was walking outside Koldovstoretz. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

violetrages  asked:

okay so Bellatrix continued the constellation name game. The real question is, Delphi last name Black, Lestrange or Riddle. who she claiming?

Hi my name is Delphi Black Riddle-Lestrange and I have long black hair (like my mother) with dark curls that reach my mid-back and icy grey eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Lord Voldemort before he lost his nose (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Rodolphus Lestrange but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a teenager and my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a witch, and I go to a magic school called Hogwarts in England where I’m in the seventh year (I’m seventeen). I’m a Death Eater (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Madame Malkin’s and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, black fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Hogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.



The first time I met Edgar was in a train. He was with one of my friend and I didn’t know him at all. I remember how impressed I was about him. His hair were so long and I couldn’t stop this thought in my head «Is it a boy or a girl?». He was handsome. And still are. He inspired me for my zine project. I wanna find androgyne people around where I live, take their picture and ask them some questions about them. I’m so interested about you people. Here’s my first interview project. 

PS: I am not English and either a journalist. So I apology for any spelling. This interview have been recorded in french.

  • ELISA: Are you a boy or a girl?
  • EDGAR: Wow, can’t even reply to the first question, ahah! Mmh, well, do you mean physically or like in my head?
  • ELISA: Physically!
  • EDGAR: Oh, than, yes, I am a boy.
  • ELISA: Introduce yourself!
  • EDGAR: I’m Edgar Allan, I’m 17, and I’m in a photography college in Vevey (Switzerland).
  • ELISA: How would you describe your clothes? More female or male?
  • EDGAR: More female but I don’t wear any skirt or dress or whatever. It’s feminine but androgynous and subtle. I would say both but more feminine.
  • ELISA: Are you trying not to look too much like a girl or do you not care at all?
  • EDGAR: I wear what I like. I don’t really ask myself too many questions about it. For example this —showing his fabulous fur coat— . When I look at my clothes, I don’t think that it’s that girly, it’s usually black or beige and I keep it neutral. I like to play with this “in between” situation. In between masculine and feminine. The point is not to delude anyone. I’m not trying to pretend to be a girl. To answer to your first question, it’s that, physically, I’m a boy but in my head, I am unisex, you feel? I don’t have any defined gender in my head so I guess you can actually see that on my outfits. For example my shoes —he’s showing them on his feet— they’re heels but not completely at the same time, they’re more like high platforms, it’s subtle and it’s what I like.
  • ELISA: Wow, omg Edgar. You’re so interesting!
  • EDGAR: Ahah, thank you.
  • ELISA: Did you ever wish you were the oposite sex?
  • EDGAR: Yes, for ages actually.
  • My dad is from Venezuela and the culture there is really macho, it’s really important to be manly, a “real man”. And you know, when I was a kid, I had super long hair and I always dressed up like a girl and the fact that I was like that was a real problem for myself, it was kind of wrong. To be “normal” I had to become a girl. I used to think like that before, and really later I understood that I didn’t really want to be one, just to be myself, like the way I am and not change anything about it - androgynous. And that, for me, it is a human right, to be a boy but have long hair and dress up like a girl and feel comfortable like that. It’s a right.
  • ELISA: I completly agree with you. I think it’s sad that you absolutly have to categorise some people that doesn’t really need to be. 
  • EDGAR: Exactly. It’s such a shame! The fact that you’re a boy and that because of that you are not allowed to be interested in other things “not made for boys” is so sad.
  • ELISA: It’s crazy when I think about girls that dress up a bit like boys they seem less discriminated against than guys when they do the same.
  • EDGAR: Because it’s everywhere in our culture that a guy absolutly have to be masculine and it’s aweful because it’s in everyone’s head and thoughts. And for me, I felt like I wasn’t like everyone else, like the way “I should be” wasn’t me at all. And that’s why now I fight about this, I mean kind of, because I don’t really fight with anyone, but I mean, in a sense that I fight to defend that you have the right to! You don’t have to become a girl just because you like girl stuff and that you hang out with girls. You have to accept yourself as a boy that likes these kind of things and that it’s ok!
  • ELISA: That’s so true, oh my god. And about that, have you ever been threated or hurt in the street by strangers?
  • EDGAR: Well never hurt, at least not physically … mmh … but like, surprisingly, I didn’t recieve a lot of insults really, it’s more like questions. It’s really interesting because sometimes, chavs come up to me in the street and ask me, “Are you a boy or a girl?”, completly surprised after telling them that I was actually a boy. I expected more insults before that, but no, weirdly they are just wondering. Sometimes, they even congratuates me! It’s incredible!  
  • ELISA: No way! That’s insane! I didn’t expect that! So you never had any problem about this? What about your family? 
  • EDGAR: I was scared, but it was more like a judgment fear than a violent one.
  • ELISA: I see
  • EDGAR: But you know it happens so frequently that people ask me if i’m a boy or a girl. I hear people outside asking this aloud.
  • ELISA: Do you feel like people are shy to ask you this question infront of you or do they do it completly naturally?
  • EDGAR: Well oddly, people aren’t shy at all about asking this right infront of you.
  • ELISA: Really?
  • EDGAR: You never noticed? Even when people ask you if you’re a “fag” or a “queer” they ask you just like that, cash.
  • ELISA: Mmmh, I guess. I didn’t had this question a lot because people don’t risk it, it’s delicate, at least, for me. But maybe, it depends on the person and their level of rudeness. Who knows? 
  • ELISA: Anyway, to get back to you, even me the first time I saw you I asked myself this question, but I would never ask this like that, I don’t know, it’s such a personal question, you can’t ask this just like that! 
  • EDGAR: Exactly, it’s such an intimate question. And even about sexual orientation. Except, maybe, if you are actually interested in me, but other than that? It’s none of your business. Why do you need to know this?
  • ELISA: I totally understand. They ask you this question in two seconds. When questions that aren’t affecting them personally at all- that are just pure curiosity, but it’s a question that you asked yourself all your life.
  • EDGAR: That’s incredible! It’s exactly what I mean! Pure curiosity, just that.
  • ELISA: Do you talk about it freely now around you?
  • EDGAR: A lot more, now, yes.
  • ELISA: Was it hard before?
  • EDGAR: Yes, of course, but it’s like that with everything. It was hard because I actually wasn’t even sure about it myself, so, it’s such a weird feeling. I grew like a girl. I had a girl room, girl stuff, you see? That’s why for me it wasn’t logical. I used to not understand, you know?
  • ELISA: Was it your parents who bought these girl stuff for you or were you choosing it yourself?
  • EDGAR: Oh no, it was me who asked for it. 
  • ELISA: And you’re parents agreed with it?
  • EDGAR: Well… my mom didn’t actually. One day I told her, “Mom, I’d like to be a girl.” and she told me not to do that. At first I didn’t understand, you know? And after that she told me “Well you see, for me, you always been this special boy. The way you are. And I think it would be a shame that you lost this unique thing about you”. Now, I understand what she ment. And she was right. It was a long long way to get there in my head. I was asking myself so many questions, there were a thousend things to think about and it was pretty complicated.
  • ELISA: Wow, I can only imagine.
  • ELISA: Where did you grew by the way, in Geneva?
  • EDGAR: Yes, in this flat. (where the interview is happening)
  • ELISA: This room always been your own?
  • EDGAR: Yes.
  • ELISA:  I bet it’s changed a lot. (looking at it impressed)
  • EDGAR: It changed so much. It changes with me and every different phase of my life.
  • ELISA: It’s crazy, it looks like you just moved in. (little joke about the extreme minimalism of the decor)
  • EDGAR: Yes, it was a lot more filled in but i wanted to make it as simple as possible.
  • ELISA: Impressive!
  • EDGAR: Thank you!

by Elisa Siro, personal project 

Model Edgar Allan Torres 

Hi my name is Erik Ange de Musique Apollo Dark'ness Destler and I have semi long black hair that’s totally real hair that reaches my neck and burning yellow eyes like molten gold and a lot of people tell me I look like Don Juan (AN: if u don’t know who they are get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to The Angel of Music but I wish I was because they’re a major fucking hottie. I have deathly pale skin. I’m also a composer, and I run an opera in France where I'm in my sixth month of training a soprano (I'm forty something). I’m a theater kid (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love the Opera Populaire’s old costumes and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing aa red and gold long shirt with puffy sleeves and red tights, leather gloves, a huge hat with red and white feathers and black musketeer boots. I was wearing a gold skull mask with blood red tears flowing down from the eye sockets and a long red cape with the words “don’t touch me” written in French. I was walking outside in the Palais Garnier’s masquarade. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of opera patrons stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.
“Hey Erik Ange de Musique Apollo Dark'ness Destler!” shouted a voice. I looked up. It was… Christine Daae!