i would do anything to be beside you now

Okay so, I have to say something here.

This means a lot to me. 

Why? 

Well, about three - four years ago, I was dead set on becoming an actress. That was my passion, my life goal. I wanted to be a child actress because I believed that I was good enough. Now my dad said, no, because most child actors/actresses turn up as washed-up druggies that will do anything for attention. And, at that current point in time, I was OBSESSED with Harry Potter. (honestly. I would cosplay as hermione every recess.) And so, after watching the movies, I told my dad - NO WAY could my heroes turn out like that! He shook his head and was like, hmm we’ll see, just you wait…

And they have still proven him wrong to this day. Emma Watson is still my favourite actress. (Lin Manuel Miranda is now my favourite actor, but that’s besides the point) All of them have not turned out as “washed-up druggies that will do anything for attention”. My (old) heroes are still proving to be the wonderful people that I looked up to when I was younger. 

And that is probably one of the best things a child could ask for.

Things to Ask a Diviner When You Don’t Know What to Ask

So let’s say that you’ve found a diviner that you really like, and you want to get a reading from them, and you don’t know what to ask. Or, let’s say you do your own divination, and you want to ask your cards/runes/other divinatory tool something besides the general reading - some specific information that will help you, but you just can’t figure out how to ask.

Here is that list!

(P.S., This post was the idea of @resonance-of-libra​. I’m just the one who made it.)

  • Is there anything I would benefit from knowing that I have not asked about?
  • How will tomorrow be for me?
  • Are any spiritual entities trying to contact me? Who? What are they trying to say?
  • Is there anything I’m forgetting?
  • What does my subconscious want to say to me that I’ve ignored?
  • What do I need to focus on in life right now?
  • What is my pet thinking about?
  • What should I draw/write about?
  • Has anyone done magic on me without my knowledge? Who? What kind?
  • Is anyone gossiping about me?
  • How do others view me?
  • How can I be more true to myself?
  • What do my ancestral spirits think of me?
  • How can I connect with my god/spirits/true self/nature?
  • What did that dream mean?
  • Do I have any surprises in store for me in my immediate future?
  • What do I need to know about love/career/education/friendships/situations with another?
  • How can I move forward in my career/love life/education?
  • What can I do to evolve as a spirit?
  • What is the strongest foundation I have to build on when it comes to my career/love life/future/education/health?
  • What am I not considering in this big decision of mine?
  • What do I need to cut out of my life right now?
  • What issues or things do I need to avoid right now?
  • What are the pros/cons of this?
  • How can I enjoy life more?
  • What are my good traits? What traits do I need to work on? How?
  • What are the good things in life that I’m ignoring?
  • What are examples of times I’ve done a good job?
  • What things should I be grateful for?
  • What can I look to in order to find meaning in my life?
  • What lies am I telling to myself? Others?
  • Why am I afraid of this thing? How do I conquer that fear?
  • What should I learn from my past?
  • What is the lesson before me in my life?
  • What celestial/natural/biological cycles are affecting me right now?
  • What resources do I have?
  • How can I make X easier on me?
  • What do I need to let go?
  • What part of my shadow self do I need to address? How do I address it?
  • What habits do I need to change? How?
  • What kind of spell should I cast?
Business and Pleasure - Part 16

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 1,415

Warnings: Swearing, angst


Originally posted by campercooperpugfi


Once you had retreated to the bathroom, Steve heaved a large sigh, sinking into the cushions of the leather couch, covering his face with his hand and squeezing his eyes shut tight. How the hell did this happen? He had thought things were going well. He thought you and Bucky were finally on the same page. At least that’s how it seemed. You seemed so happy in the previous weeks, and now, it was like you were right back at the beginning.

Steve knew that he said he would call Bucky, but he didn’t know if he would even be able to contain his anger. There was a huge part of him that wanted to fly to wherever Bucky was and beat the living shit out of him. Steve didn’t like bullies, even if they happened to also be his friends. He wouldn’t tolerate this. He wouldn’t let Bucky just abandon you. He couldn’t. And if he couldn’t knock some sense into Bucky, well, then he would figure out where to go from there.

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An outtake from The Retribution of Mara Dyer, from Noah’s POV.

This is an outtake from a very early draft of Retribution, one that originally included Mara and Noah’s POVs throughout. In that earlier incarnation, it would have taken place right before the subway scene. If you’ve read the books…you know the one. If you’ve read the ARC of The Becoming of Noah Shaw, you’ll recognise a name. Otherwise, know that this is unedited, not canon, and I’m just posting it for your reading pleasure. I hope you enjoy it.


In the lounge-club hybrid, the smoke hangs thick in the air. Mara weaves sinuously through the crowd, the lights illuminating her body in flashes; the curves and lines of her in black and metal and punishingly high-heeled boots.
Her arm is hooked in Jamie’s and Stella flanks her as I walk behind, looking for Leo. The place is packed, but amidst the grinding and thrusting, we find a table. I sit on a low sofa, legs sprawled, but Mara doesn’t join me.
“What time is it?” she asks.
“We have a half-hour before he’s supposed to be here.”
“This is the random internet person?” Stella looks sceptical. I don’t blame her.
“Jamie found him,” I say absently. It’s nearly impossible to care about anything with Mara in that dress.
She catches the look on my face and interprets it correctly, judging by the spike in her heartbeat. “I want to dance.”
I would join her, but someone needs to wait for this person I now loathe to show up. And besides, “I prefer to watch,” I say.
Jamie smirks. ”I bet you do.” He holds out his hand to Mara, adding an old-timey bow. “I was king of the bar mitzvah circuit. I’ll dance with you.”
Mara takes his hand and Stella sits beside me. A waitress-hostess-person comes round in a white bandage dress, leaving literally nothing to the imagination, and gives me a long look.
“Can I get you anything?“ she asks, not breaking eye contact, and ignoring Stella completely.
“Glenlivet, I say, looking to Stella. “You?”
She hesitates, looking a bit lost. "Um, I’ll have wine I guess?”
The waitress raises an eyebrow. “What kind?”
“Riesling,” I say for her. “It’s sweet,” I say to Stella. “You might like it.” Somebody must.
The waitress lingers for another moment but when I don’t return her gaze, leaves.
“Thanks,” Stella says, and looks out at the writhing floor. "So when is this guy supposed to show up?”
“He said midnight.”
She looks at her phone. “He’s late.”
He is, but it’s hard to care. The waitress comes back with our drinks and I hand her a hundred. Stella sips hers but mine is untouched.
I can’t stop looking at Mara, and I’m not the only one. She and Jamie move in complete synchronicity, as if they know each other’s thoughts.
“Wow,” Stella says. “Jamie wasn’t kidding.”
“He wasn’t.”
“Do you dance?” she asks me.
“I can.”
"So why aren’t you up there?”
I look back to Mara again, her eyes closed, inhabiting the music. “Because it’s true, what I said before,” I tell Stella. “I prefer to watch.”
She pauses for a moment. Then, ”Do you ever get jealous?”
“Why would I?”
“I don’t know,” Stella says, as Jamie’s arm hooks Mara’s waist, pulls their bodies together. “They're…pretty close.”
“There’s nothing to be jealous of,” I say. “They’re friends.”
“You sure about that?”
This time, I do turn to look at Stella. “Are you trying to tell me something?”
She shakes her head, glances down into her glass, but her pulse beats faster—I can hear it beneath the bass line.
“If there was something to be jealous of, I suppose I would be. But Mara doesn’t want to be with anyone else.”
Stella puts down her glass, and I hear her heart stutter. She swallows hard. “We’re not like them, you know.” When I meet her eyes they’re wide, intent. “You see that, right?”
I do see it. I do know. It doesn’t matter.
I say none of this out loud.
“You don’t need to wait with me,” I tell Stella. “Go dance.”
“You sure?”
“I am.”
She looks a bit reluctant to leave, at first, but I encourage her on and she soon falls into perfect rhythm with everyone else.
Most heads in the club are turned to watch Jamie, and now Stella–they’re classically beautiful, pleasingly pretty. But it’s as if their eyes almost skip over Mara; you can’t stare at the sun too long without getting hurt.
I can, though, and do. There’s a wild, blissful expression on her face—she looks otherworldly. Untouchable. And indeed, as close as she and Jamie are, there’s always at least a hair’s breadth of space between them.
I lean back, legs stretched out in front of me, feeling the ghost of Mara’s lips on my neck, from before. Glitter flutters from the ceiling, sticking to her skin. She shines.
Hearing her heartbeat, her breath, her sound in the midst of the thrumming music, if it can be called that, calls to mind an echo of a memory of the first time I heard her voice. It was in that club with Kent in Miami and I was dying of boredom and misery until her voice brought me to life. Woke me up. I could scarcely believe that she was real, but she was always more real than anything, than anyone. She makes me real. Without her, I’m not convinced I’d exist.
She opens her eyes for a second and flashes me a smile, my smile, the one she reserves only for me. I want to taste it. Feel it against my chest. See that smile from above me.
Immediately I feel the pressure of too many eyes on her bare skin and I stand and move toward her, cutting a line of stillness through the bodies. When I reach her I tilt my head down until my lips are at her ear. Contact.
“Come,” I say, my voice low.
She doesn’t ask where. She doesn’t ask why. She doesn’t need to—she knows what I want. And I can hear in her heart, in her pulse, in her breath, in her music, that she wants it too.

preview | doctor dreamy (pt.2)

part one | part two (expected by april 22nd)

warnings: mentions of sexual content below


“I’m so fucked,” Jimin groaned, burying his face into the palms of his hands. Thoughts of you, the agreement, and his confused feelings, simultaneously unraveling in the pit of his stomach.

“I still don’t get why you’re so stressed about it,” Jin said as he pushed a coffee across the table towards his friend, who at that very moment seemed to be having a complete breakdown. “It’s just sex. You’re having sex with someone that you’ve had sex with many times before. What’s the issue?”

“The issue is,” Jimin paused, taking a sip of the coffee, hoping that by some miracle it would help him singe the worries plaguing his mind, “That, first of all, it’s been four years since we’ve had said sex, and second of all it’s not sex sex. It’s going to be this weird agreement, deal, manufactured, whatever sex.”

Jin chuckled in amusement. “Do tell, what exactly qualifies as sex sex? I guess I should find out if I’ve been doing it right, according to Dr. Park standards,” He joked.

Jimin sighed, ignoring his friend’s banter. “It’s like, you know… Regular sex. Where it can be intense and emotional… This feels just so detached and distant.”

“As if you’ve never had a one night stand where there were no emotions involved beyond sex. What’s the difference here?” Jin replied simply with a shrug, however Jimin already had his reasons resting on the tip of his tongue.

“It’s completely different. With something like a hook-up you can still be raw and vocal about how it’s making you feel, even if it’s just shallow stuff like how good it’s making you feel. Because even though there’s no emotions, you’re both still doing it for the pleasure of sex at least. Wouldn’t it be… I don’t know, inappropriate to say things like how good she’s making me feel in the moment, or touching her in a romantic way, when we’re supposed to be having sex for the sole purpose of getting her pregnant, and not even for pleasure? Hell, can I even kiss her without it crossing the line for what we’re supposed to be doing?” Jimin breathed out heavily, running his fingers wildly through his hair as the situation at hand continued to torture his mind. 

It was a real concern, how exactly was he supposed to act? Could he kiss you? Could he say certain things? Could he do anything besides, to put it very bluntly, come inside of you? He knew that these things would be talked about once the time came, but honestly that made Jimin feel something strange buried deep within his chest. This girl, who he’d loved for so long now, who he’d experienced so many things with, was now a complete mystery to him. Not because you’d changed specifically, but because the context of what the two of you were to each other had changed, and honestly… He hated that. He despised the idea of not knowing how to act towards you, when it used to feel as natural as breathing to be with you, so yeah, he just really, really hated that.

Jimin was absent-mindedly tapping at the sides of his coffee cup when Jin finally decided to give a response – albeit a completely unhelpful response. “Yeah… You’re kinda fucked, man,” He ended up saying, bringing his hand up in an attempt to hide his shameless amusement. 

Jimin scoffed, “Thanks, real  fuckin’ helpful.”

“Okay, in all seriousness I think you just need to talk to her. Ask her what the limits are for this little arrangement the two of you have going on, and then work from there.”

“Yeah I know,” Jimin whispered somberly, “I just hate not knowing how I’m allowed to be with her anymore, when…”

“When you still love her,” Jin finished, and Jimin simply nodded in return. It was quiet for a minute or so after that, allowing Jimin’s thoughts to run haywire again, but luckily Jin spoke before it could get too far. “You’ll figure it out. She picked you for a reason, you know?”

“Yeah… Guess you’re right,” Jimin said hesitantly.

After that they continued to talk for a while, but removing themselves from the conversation of Jimin’s strange love life. It helped for him to have something to do besides wallow in what was going to happen in the coming days with you. Jimin could only hope that, with whatever transpired between the two of you, that you would be comfortable and happy with how everything turned out in the end, because really that was the most important part of all of this.

Jimin was still thinking heavy thoughts when Jin stood up from the chair across from him. “C’mon, we got lives to save,” He said, motioning for Jimin to follow.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jimin mumbled.

“You wanna spend the day in the maternity ward?” Jin asked, a smug grin playing on his lips.

Jimin punched his friend’s arm playfully. “Jerk,” He muttered before the two doctors headed down the hall, leaving their mildly heavy conversation behind – well, for now at least.

THE RESPONSE WE SHOULD HAVE HAD IN DORIAN'S ROMANCE
  • Dorian: We both know you'd end up doing all the work
  • Inquisitor: You vastly underestimate my desire to lay my Elf ass out naked in the streets of Tevinter, eating grapes, and zapping slave owners secure in the knowledge that no one will fuck with me because I did SO MUCH SHIT and now I'm on VACATION watching my lover take over the rest of the world. WHY would I want to continue doing this world leading beaurocratic BULLSHIT when I could lay around all day and fuck you after you get home from a long day of social and political change and revolution. WHY would I want to do ANYTHING to help your country besides fucking with Magisters- which is, my dear, by NO MEANS me doing all the work. It probably won't even help you. It DEFINITELY won't help you. Let me be lazy and naked in Tevinter, Dorian.
  • Dorian: wow thats a good point I forgot how few fucks you actually give about this Inquisitor thing ok
bts// you wanting to try anal play

requested :)

jin 

you had been thinking about it for a long time. always loving the thought of it. but you never ssaid anything to jin about it. you didn’t think he was into the sort of stuff. he was pretty vanilla about some things.

but one day, when you came home from work, you were surprised to see jin waiting for you on the couch with a big smirk. he would tell you to sit down beside him as he handed you a small black bag. you would look into the bag, your jaw droppin gas you saw a blue butt plug.

“do you not like it jagi?”

“no i love it, it’s just tha-”

“good. now lets go the bedroom and i’ll please you all night long with it.” 

Originally posted by fawnave

suga

he would come to you with the idea, already having the the small butt plug in his hand. since you’ve never tried it before, you would say no to the plug but yes to his fingers. the first time you guys used his finger, you couldn’t lie, it was fucking amazing. 

so, the next time you guys fucked, you let him use the small plug. he smothered the plug down with lube and slowly started to slide it into your ass. it hurt at first, it being slightly bigger than his fingers. but, his praising made you feel some type of comfort. when he started to move it slightly, a moan of pleasure escaped your mouth. letting him and you know that your new thing was anal play.

“jagi you look so good like this.” 

Originally posted by sugastoungetechonawlogy

jhope

you came to him with the idea, not sure how he would react. but as soon as the words left your mouth his eyes lit up and a small smirk grew on his face. 

“if that’s what you want, then that’s what you’ll get baby.” he would say lowly before grabbing your hand and taking you to the bedroom, wanting to try it right away.

since you’ve done it before with your other partners, it wouldn’t really hurt as much. he would lube his cock with layers of the substance before pressign his cock right onto your hole. “this is going to feel sooo good jagi.” was the last thing he said before pushing into you, both of your moans circling into the room simutaniously. 

Originally posted by itsrapmonster

rap monster

tbh, it would happen a few times after you guys started to have sex. both of you would soo into the idea. he would use everything on you, his fingers, his cock, butt plugs, vibrators. he loved seeing things in your puckered hole. he would always make sure you were okay though before continuing to haveing the best sex in your life. 

 i think he would even tease you in public. like he would make you wear anal beads when you guys went out to dinner with the boys. he love seeing oyu squirm around in your seat. he would live off the feeling of knowing that you were getting pleasured and no one was even touching you.

“it feels good huh kitten?”

Originally posted by chimcheroo

jimin

when you came to him with the idea, he would be slightly embarrassed. he would want to try it on you, and for oyu to try it on him. you loving it when he’s the dom, but also loving it when he’s the sub, you agreed to everything.

the next day, both of you went to the sex shop to pick out your butt plugs. you could see jimin’s hard cock through his jeans as soon as you told him you were going to pick them out. both of you couldn’t wait ot try them out as soon as you got home.  

i think since it would be the first time for both of you, you guys would take it slow, only using your fingers at first. when both of you thought that you were streched enough, you would then use the butt plugs you picked out that day. using them would cause you guys to have the best sex in your entire lifes. after the first few times though, you guys would take the advantage of buying more things and using them all the time. 

Originally posted by jimiyoong

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i think he would come to you with the idea. he would have always been turned on of the thought of playing with your puckered hole. when you would agree to anal play, his eyes would imediately fill with lust. he couldn’t wait to pleasure you.

i think he would tease you a lot when guys actually did it. he would also like to see how big of a plug you could fit in your hle so i think he would go out and buy a bigger butt plug every one in a while. you would also love the feeling of having of your holes filled.

“ahh tae, i feel so full.”

“mh, it feels really good doesnt it?”

“ah, it feels so go- good.” 

Originally posted by jjks

jungkook

i think you would go to him with the idea. he would be a bit confused at first ngl, he is pretty young still so, i don’t think he would have ever done it before. you guys would try it sooner or later though. i think he would only use his fingers or hand on you at first. i don’t see him being into anal that much, but he would still love to do it with you. he would love to pleasure you in anyway. he also loves the sound of your moans. 

after a few months though, i think he would reallllyyy get into it. like he would buy you anal beads, butt plugs, and anything you asked for. he would love seeing a butt plug in your hole. 

“you look so pretty kitten.”

Originally posted by jimiyoong

Humans are Weird

(I’ve been reading enough of these that I have to try some of my of own.)

Humans have been practicing for in some cases thousands of years martial arts and hand-to-hand combat, perfecting the most efficient ways to control and stop an opponent. Push a joint just so and you can have a seasoned warrior beg for mercy. Apply a few pounds of pressure in the right spot and you create crippling injuries. Get knocked to the ground? Here’s how to wrestle some down with you. Here’s how to throw someone to the ground and make sure they don’t get back up. Joint locks, pressure points, fragile bones, we have found them all.

And we practice them on each other all the time. 

And we’d probably teach them to aliens, once we got to know them. Because it goes both ways.

Alien: “You would teach me ways to cripple your species? But why? What if this could be used against you?”

Human: “Anything I teach you, I know a counter-measure for. Besides, I’d like to see what techniques apply to your species.”

Alien: “…but we are a radially symmetric species lacking one central nervous system, how could you possibly…”

Human: “Like this?” *attempts a modified leg-sweep on a species with no legs*

Alien: “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

Human: “Once we find your weaknesses, I’ll help you guard against them! And we can practice exploiting them!”

Alien: “Why would we do that?! WE’RE SCIENCE ADVISERS, NON-COMBATANTS!”

Human: “It’s good exercise! Now throw some tentacle punches at me, I need to practice my blocks!”

Unexpected Love || Part 1

Prompt: Tom and his dad got in a car crash, Tom making it out alive. He’s trying to cope with his father’s loss, but is having a hard time doing so. So they send you to help fix him from up above. (AU)

Warnings: Mentions of dying, Smut, God, car crash, sexual things.

Word Count: 2,431

Pairing: Tom Holland x Angel!Reader

A/N: This is based on that audition tape Harrison did that was on Tom’s Instagram. First time doing smut tell me what you think. Sorry for the lack of my stories I’ve been busy. Hope this makes up for it. :)

~Masterlist~


Tom didn’t think his whole life would change. He kept telling himself what if he never went out and gotten drunk at that party. What if he stayed in and spent time with his family. What if he didn’t call his dad to come and get his drunk ass. He’d be alive right now. All he could do is keep blaming himself, but every time Tom does his family would tell him that he and his dad couldn’t have known that a semi would ram into their car or that everything seems to happen for a reason. Tom couldn’t help but get lost in his own thoughts.

“Mum, dad I’m heading out alright” He called out to them as he reached for his coat on the rack.

“Woah there, at what time do you suppose you’ll be back?” His mum asked.

“Come on mum I’m like 20 now” Tom rolled his eyes. She wasn’t having any of it though. She gave him a stern look.

“I don’t know 11:30 maybe midnight”

“Midnight!”

“Don’t worry I won’t do anything stupid, promise, besides Harrison is going with me”

“That should give us plenty of reasons to worry” His dad pitched in. Tom tilted his head back in a groan.

“Alright we’ll let you leave, but only if you text us that you made it back to your apartment safely” She added on.

“I promise” He closed the door behind him as he saw Harrison’s car out front.

“Hey mate ready to have the time of your life?” Harrison greeted as he got in.

“Are you sure you’re not drunk already Harrison?” He teased.

“Ha ha your hilarious” With that they drove off to the party where they would be spending their time at.


The party was in absolute full swing. People grinding on people, couples making out in various places, music going at full blast, and lots and lots of booze. Harrison had been trying to hook him up with a pretty girl, until he told him to bug off, then Harrison was out of sight just like that.

He had a beer in his hand and was leaning up against a wall by the staircase. As he went to take a sip of his drink, a girl walked up to him, she was quite beautiful in his opinion, gorgeous brown eyes and hair, yet he couldn’t quite pinpoint the look in her eyes.

“Hey handsome” She gave him a coy smile

“Hello darling” Tom waved with two fingers that were holding the bottle in my hand.

“What’s someone like you doing here all alone?” She tilted her head.

“Well I am here with a friend, although I don’t seem to know where he is at the moment?” He gazed around the house.

“Well would you care for some company?” She offered.

“That would be great!” He half yelled over the music and gave her a smile.

“You wanna go upstairs, it’s a bit loud don’t you think!” She shouted.

“Yeah!” She grabbed his free hand and led him upstairs, she pulled him into a more secluded area, which happened to be someone’s bedroom. They entered and she shut the door behind them locking it.

She turned around. “It’s much quieter now”.

“Yeah it is” He chuckled.They fell into an awkward silence and sat at the edge of the bed, their knees touching.Tom took another sip of his beer.

“Do you mind if I take my shoes off?”.

“No go right ahead” He shook my head.

“I’m Vanessa by the way”.

“Tom”.

“Tom what was your ideal for tonight?”.

“I don’t know, get drunk, hang out with my best mate, and go home.” He shrugged.

“Let’s have some fun then?You and me” She questioned.

“That’s quite an offer love” He said.

“Oh come on it’ll be fun” She stood in front of him.

“I don’t even have a condom” The girl bent down and pulled one out from her boot.

“You came prepared” He teased.

“I was hoping to get laid” She retorted.

“Well then you just got lucky” Tom pulled her towards him placing a firm grip on her waist. 

Tom didn’t know what to expect, he didn’t know if it was the hormones or the alcohol, but after she pulled down her dress completely bare, no undergarments, he just couldn’t help himself. He pushed her onto the bed. In an instant Tom was on his knees, spreading her thighs and pulling her legs to settle over his shoulders. She tangled her hands in his hair, and leaned her head back onto the bed, watching him with hooded eyes while he kissed the inside of her thighs. He was staring up at her, so intensely it took her breath away. She was pulling on his hair and bucking her hips waiting anxiously for him to began working his magic on her. Tom eyebrows rose at her anxiousness as he began licking her folds and sucking harshly against her warmth. His relentless tongue, lips, and teeth working aggressively to get her off. He focused on her clit, tongue swiping rapidly over the tiny bundle of nerves. “Come for me, love,” he moaned against her, the vibrations making her back arch. She was trembling and squirming in his hold.

The roles reversed and then everything became quite a blur afterwards. He wasn’t aware of what happened. Tom had called his father at an unreasonable time and then everything became quite a blur afterwards. He wasn’t aware of what happened. Tom had called his father at an unreasonable time and then he was picked up. There was a bright light and then everything went dark…

“Tom you in there mate?” Harrison said waving a hand to get his attention.

“Sorry I was just thinking”

“Well it must’ve been great cause you slipped back for a couple minutes” He playfully punched his best friends shoulder.

“Do you believe in God?” Tom blurted out.

“I’ve just said his name a few times” Harrison gave a laugh.

“Come on I’m serious! God, heaven, angels…miracles”.

“No I don’t think so, do you?” Harrison quirked an eyebrow at him. Tom sat still not giving a response leaving an awkward silence for a brief moment.

“Did I ever tell you about that night? The car crash” Tom asked.

“Not really I-I know your dad he-”

“Died. I think I did too or at least I should have, b-but there was this” Tom paused.

“This what?” Harrison was so confused.

“Hand. Like- this hand…there was this hand that reached out and I-” Tom wasn’t getting nowhere with his best mate. “You know what forget it, it-it’s nothing” Tom sighed.

“You sure?” Harrison wanted to make sure his best friend was doing alright.

“Yeah man you go do what you need to do” Tom waved him off.

“We could always go down to your favorite pub, Find you a pretty girl or a hot stripper” Harrison joked.

“Harrison I don’t need a stripper!” Tom exclaimed.

“Alright, j-just know I’ll be there if you need anything, we all will” Harrison was referring to his family that lived only five minutes from him. He patted his shoulder and stood up.

Tom let out a short. “Yea”.

He watched as Harrison walked out his front door. Tom glanced at his watched and saw it was already getting late and thought to just head off to bed and sleep off his stress. He dragged his feet and pushed opened his door. Tom was completely oblivious of his surroundings because he was rubbing his eyes. When he removed his hands he wasn’t expecting for the sight in front of him.

“Hello” You waved sitting at the edge of his comforter. Tom blinked and rubbed his eyes more replaying the walk upstairs, thinking if he could have hit his head in the process.

“Hi” He said hesitantly. “W-Who are you?” He put a good few feet in between himself and you who showed up out of god knows where.

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to finally meet you” You stood in your place but extended your arm out. You showed a genuine smile. Tom didn’t bother shaking your hand, but you still kept on your smile.

“Tom..” He stared at you. 

“I would have introduced myself sooner, but I didn’t want to scare off your friend” You apologized with a sad smile.

“You mean Harrison?” Tom pointed behind him to the hallway.

You simply nodded.

“Did he put you up to this? God I told him I didn’t need a stripper!” He groaned.

“What’s a stripper?” You titled your head to the side.

“You don’t know what a stripper is?!” He stared at you as if you had two heads attached to your body.

“No” It was an honest answer.

“You know. Poles, taking your clothes off for money, sex with random guys” He explained.

“That doesn’t sound too endearing” You furrowed your brows.

“Tell me about it…” He shook his head. “W-Wait don’t change the subject, who are you, and what are you doing in my house?”

“I’m Y/N? I was sent down to help you get through your pain” You finally stood up.

“Sent down..What are you talking about?!” Tom failed his arms around.

“Your hurting Tom and it’s my mission to fix it” You walked towards him.

“Listen Y/N” He placed a hand on your shoulder, you glanced down at it. “You seem like a great girl, but you need to leave okay. I’m tired and want to sleep so” He pushed you into the hallway. “I’m sure you can find your way out the front door” With that being said he slammed his bedroom door in your face. You flinched at the sudden sound. You have never met anyone with bad manners.

Tom sighed as he closed the door. He leaned against it turning around. “That wasn’t very nice” You sat in the same spot he found you in, but you had a slight pout on your lips. All Tom could do was stare in shock. He vastly yanked his door open looking into the empty hallway and back to you. 

“H-How…y-you were…b-but…What?” He stammered.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily Tom” You giggled softly but not in a creepy way.

“I’m loosing my mind” He ran his hands through his hair.

“Nope, you just haven’t fully comprehended what’s going on” Tom glanced at you. He saw nothing but pure innocence. You had offered him a small smile. He was curious to say the least. He found himself thinking back to that night.

“What’re you?” He muttered

“What do you think I am?” You spoke softly.

“I have a guess, but it seems too good to be true” He finally got his courage back and sat down next to you.

“Anything is possible” You smiled.

He nodded. Tom took a breath and asked. “Are you an angel?” His eyes shined with some hope behind them.

“Yes” You whispered. Once he got his answer he started firing you with more questions.

“Do you have wings?”

“Yes” 

“Can I see them”

“Within time yes”

“Is God real?”

“No ones really seen him so I guess it’s just how you choose to believe in him, but in a way, yes he is very much real”

“Is there a heaven?” 

“Yes”

“Does everyone look like you?” He was getting rather flirty.

“Ha, no everyone has there own unique form” You giggled.

“What did you mean by you were sent down here to help me?”

“We see everyone up there. We see the people being happy. Broken. Mad. Sad. We see them all” Your voice trailed off.

“But why me” He looked at you. You glanced up to meet his eyes. “Because you’re special, and your heart needs to be healed” You placed your palm on top of his heart. He nodded. “You should rest” You got up.

“You should too Y/N and sorry about slamming the door in your face” His nervously scratched the back of his head.

“You meant well” You smiled. “Oh and we don’t really sleep”.

“You don’t sleep?” He asked. You just shook your head no.

“Then what do you do?” 

“We watch over everyone” 

“So your just going to watch me sleep then” He raised his brow.

“Does that make you uncomfortable?” You frowned.

“Um no not at all I’m just saying wouldn’t you prefer to do something else?” He shrugged.

“What do you have in mind?”

“You can watch a movie in the living room”.

“Movie?”

“Don’t tell me you don’t know what that is either” He whined.

“Sorry” You sheepishly smiled.

“Alright well let me get changed real quick and I’ll put you a movie okay?” He smiled.

“Okay” You thought better to walk down his hallway rather than disappear into thin air.

A couple minutes past by as you sat patiently on his sofa. His house was very fascinating, nothing you’ve ever seen before. You heard footsteps descending down the hallway. You turned your head to look at Tom. You were merely confused, he said he was going to change but wasn’t wearing a shirt. He seemed to notice your confused state.

“What?”

“You didn’t change?”

“Yeah I did?” He stared down at his long pajama bottoms and his bare chest.

“You’re still naked?” You furrowed your eyebrows together.

“W-what, oh no, Y/N that’s just how some of us guys prefer to sleep” He chuckled.

“You sleep half naked?”

“Well no…n-not technically” He stuttered.

“Strange” You whispered raking your eyes up and down his torso. It was an innocent act. You didn’t think much of it, but Tom clearly turned bright red under your gazing eyes. 

He cleared his throat. “Anyway, how about that movie love” You caught on to the last word not knowing what it meant.

“Yes”

He clicked a few buttons on a rectangular remote control. He went to something called Netflix and started scrolling through all the different varieties to choose from. “So here’s all the movies, you can choose whatever you find interesting okay” You nodded but were still a little uncertain on what to do, but decided against telling him, not wanting to keep him up any longer. So you’d just figure it out on your own. “Okay” You told him with a smile. He returned it.

“I’m going to bed now, if you need anything just wake me up” He called out over his shoulder going back to his room.

You looked back at the remote in your hand and started pressing the down arrow button. It seemed to make the tv move down and you smiled because you started to get the hang of it. You picked a movie that seemed intriguing and spent the whole night watching movie after movie.


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Last Words of the Romanovs

Alexei I: “I would never have married had I known that my time would be so brief. If I had known that, I would not have taken upon myself double tears.” 1676

Peter the Great: (1, written).“Leave all to…” (2, spoken). “Anna” He was calling his daughter’s name but was unconscious when she returned to his room. He died the next morning. 1725

Peter II: “Get the sledge ready, I want to go to my sister.” Spoken while delirious. His elder sister had died two years earlier at age 14. 1730

Peter III: “It was not enough then to prevent my reigning over Sweden, and to tear from my head the crown of Russia! They must have my life besides!” 1762

Paul I: “Gentlemen, in heaven’s name, spare me. At least give me time to say my prayers.” Strangled after refusing to sign his abdication. 1801

Alexander I: (1). “What a beautiful day.” (2). “Give me the remedies that you judge necessary.” 1825

Elizabeth Alexeievna: “Do not worry too much about me, but if I dared, I would like to follow the one who has been my very life.” 1826

Nicholas I: “Now I shall ascend to pray for Russia, and for you all. After Russia, I loved you more than anything else in the world. Serve Russia.” 1855

Alexandra Feodorovna: “Niki, I am coming to you.” She’s referring to her late husband, Nicholas I of Russia. She died in 1860, in the Alexander Palace.

Alexander II: Home to the palace to die…His guards heard him utter this phrase after he was attacked with bombs by anarchists in an assassination attempt. His stomach and legs were bleeding profusely and he died hours later in the Winter Palace. 1881

Alexander III: (1). “I feel the end approaching. Be calm. I am calm.” (2). “How good!” as the priest placed his hands on his head after he received the Last Rites. 1894

AFTER THE COLLAPSE OF THE ROMANOV DYNASTY

Nicholas II: “What? What?” He uttered those words in shock after he was told that he, his wife, five children and four servants would be shot immediately. 1918

Sergei Mikhailovich: “Tell me why? I have never been involved in politics. I loved sports, played billiards, and was interested in numismatics.” 1918

St. Elizabeth Feodorovna: “Father, forgive them for they know not what they do.” Those words were reportedly uttered by Elizabeth shortly before she was struck in the head and thrown in an abandoned mine shaft. 1918

Dmitri Constantinovich: “Forgive them, for they know not what they do.” Spoken while he and other 3 Romanovs were being lined up to be shot. 1919

Olga Alexandrovna: “The sunset is over.” 1960

Promising Reciprocity II pt.1

genre: smut

jimin x reader, slight dom!jimin, slight spanking

word count: 8.4k


Deciding to go on a vacation with a few friends and lots of alcohol seemed to be the best idea after taking your exams. Especially the fact that your crush made you an offer that included more than just his friendship.                        But what does the future bring for the feelings you developed for Park Jimin?

Originally posted by park-jimin-gifs



„Guys, good news. My uncle said yes!“, your enthusiastic friend, Jungkook, announced as he stormed over the grass of the park you decided to meet up.

Loud cheering was heard from your best friend Lona and her boyfriend Hoseok. After months of exhaustion, a light at the end of the tunnel. The last few weeks were a torture of late night learning sessions, way too many energy drinks and insomnia. This is why you and a group of friends wanted to escape the daily life to drive to Jungkook’s uncle’s holiday home a few miles from town. You already gave up hope because his uncle took his time answering all messages and phone calls the boy had given him until this lazy sunday morning.

“Finally he answered! I’m so excited to go!”, your joyful voice was heard.

“Yeah, me too, but we have to discuss some rules and so on. My uncle is pretty strict if it comes to his little holiday home”, Jungkook replied.

This announcement did not mute your excitement. Instead the four of you began to speak in a mess before Jungkook told you what you had to note for your trip. It was a long list of not letting anyone home alone to cleaning our stuff up on our last day.

Next to you, Lona, your childhood best friend seemed uneasy all of a sudden as she started to squirm which left you wondering what might be the reason for her concern. You looked at her and nudged her arm.

“Everything’s alright?”, you whispered so the two boys would not notice.

Instead of answering you in a low voice she declared the worst possible thing that could happen to the peaceful vacation you painted in your head.

“I have to tell you something, but please don’t be angry with me!”, Lona said apologizing.

Hoseok, Lona’s boyfriend and your high school friend, Jungkook and you waited for her to speak as you stared at her intensely. She avoided all the stares before she inhaled deeply.

“You know my sister Lynn, right?”

A loud groan escaped all three mouths as you heard the name of Lona’s younger sister.

“Come on guys, don’t make it that hard for me!”, the girl pouted, “But my parents won’t be home while we are gone. And, as you all know, Lynn isn’t capable of staying home alone.. So can she tag along? She will behave, I promise!”

This proclamation left you speechless. Lona couldn’t be serious. Sure thing, her sister was just a year younger than her, but this did not mean that they had the same characteristics. While Lona was a charming girl who liked to hang out and party, Lynn had to exaggerate in everything her older sister did. If Lona went to a frat party with us, her sister had to come along and embarrass herself with uncontrollable drinking habits. If Lona slept over at your house, Lynn would call her at night and threaten her to come home. One time she even tried to seduce Hoseok, but luckily the boy called Lona and told her everything. All in all, Lynn was a bitch who granted everyone bad luck but herself.

This were the reasons Jungkook shook his dark locks heavily. “You are joking, right? I’m not going to take this bitch with me! No excuses for her, sorry Lona.”

Hoseok and you nodded at his words. Neither did the boys nor did you wanted to have this witch on your peaceful, relaxing vacation because you all knew that Lynn’s presence would bring war.

“Jungkook’s right, Baby. I don’t wanna admit it, but your sister will just cause chaos”, Hoseok tried to sooth his girlfriend, “Why don’t you speak to your parents again?”

“I did!”, Lona explained weak, “They told me I couldn’t go if Lynn can’t come with me. You guys know how strict my parents are. They are afraid that she burns our house down or kills somebody by accident.”

Sadly exactly this was why you did not want her to tag along but nobody dared to say this to the dejected girl next to you.

“This is bullshit, Lona”, you said while rubbing he girl’s arm, “Your sister is old enough to stay home alone. Just what are your parents thinking?”

“Guess they are not, that’s the problem”, Lona said sarcastically.

In your head you tried to find a solution but failed as you thought of different scenarios. Your eyes were glued to your best friends face while she played nervously with her fingernails.

“Just don’t leave me here, it’ll be so boring alone without you”, Lona declared sadly, “There are enough beds and we also have a free seat in the car. We’ll be partying the whole time anyway, so you won’t even notice that Lynn is there.”

You exhaled loudly. Of course there was enough space for all-

“Are you sure you did count all of us in?”, Jungkook asked, smiling victoriously, “She can’t tag along because we already would be five.”

“Ah, I forgot, but Hoseok’s parents have a bigger car that they might lend us”, Lona defended and looked hopefully at her boyfriend.

You on the opposite were confused as hell. What were they talking about? You thought that you would have been up-to-date but your friends had to prove you wrong.

“Can anybody explain what is going on? Who is coming with us?”

The three of them watched as you held your hands up in confusion.

“Y/n, hadn’t Lona told you that Jimin will be the one who wanted to come with us?”, Hoseok spoke while looking at you calmly his little dimples showing.

Slowly your eyes made its way to your best friend who avoided her eyes pretty fast. Park Jimin, your crush since high school, was going to live with you for the time you stayed at Jungkook’s holiday house? The Park Jimin who you always admired but was too shy to start anything with? And the only person who knew had just forgotten to tell you this little, new detail?

Your gaze pierced Lona for not letting you know that your crush would come along. Suddenly the others around you stood up from the grass you sat on.

“So it’s set then?”, the tall girl asked while taking her boyfriend’s hand in hers, “Thank you, really, I know you hate her, even I do. So I’m indebted now.” Lona’s cheerful voice left you in confusion.

How long did you think about the fact that Jimin would be beside you while you are gone? Long enough for you not to notice that the group had decided to try the trip with Lynn as well. They also agreed to end your vacation if she did not behave. No wonder Lona was so cheerful again, she was able to go even though she had to babysit her annoying sister.

“Let’s talk over the phone about the stuff we need to bring with us”, Jungkook shouted to you as he made his way over the green grass of the park you had met up.

You waved goodbye before turning to look at the two remaining persons who stood next to you.

“I’m going then”, were your last words while turning on your heel to go home thinking about the upcoming event that made your heart race, in excitement and fear.


The heat was unbearable as you sat in the back-seat of Hoseok’s van. Next to you Lona played games on her phone while singing along to the music that filled the big car. The seat in front of you was taken by your best friends sister, Lynn and unfortunately only a rucksack separated her from your crush, Park Jimin. The front row was occupied by Hoseok who drove and Jungkook who had the task to navigate your group to your destination without getting lost on the way. Your suitcases were packed behind you but because of the little space all your lunch packs and water bottles had to stay between Lynn and Jimin and for that you were more than thankful.

The hour you already spent in the van, Lynn tried more attempts to flirt with Jimin that you lost count. They boy on the other hand was polite - watching her tits up and down was an exception -  but you could see that he was clearly tired of her talking. She was pretty - at least one feature she scored with - but Jimin did not seem the least bit interested in a conversation with her.

“Y/n, sing along!”, Lona said and threw her hands in the air, “That’s our jam!”

Giggling at her childish behaviour you began to shout the song in loud voices. Laughter was heard from the seat across from you. The black haired boy, who you found so utterly handsome, looked straight at you, a bright smile on his face. His teeth were showing as you shouted the next verse with your best friend. Only then you noticed his starring and your voice got stuck in your throat in embarrassment. Jimin’s smile deepened so you could see the crooked front tooth of his.

“Wonderful voice, y/n”, your crush remarked laughing, “Keep going, it makes this boring ride funny.”

You felt your cheeks burning but smiled at him shyly. “How about you try it out, too? I bet you know this song.”

With this the bright smile turned into a grin before Jimin turned around again just to start shouting the lyrics as well as the girl next to you. You watched him in awe while continuing the little singing session you guys had started. With that the next half hour flew by pretty fast and Hoseok drove to a picnic area to eat the packed lunches.

“The fucking heat is killing me in the back”, you complained as you climbed out to get into the fresh air. The sun was already setting, so you decided to eat pretty fast before retuning onto the streets.

“Wanna swap the seats?”, a melodious voice spoke behind you.

Goosebumps made its way along you arms at his voice.

“I really want to but your legs are too long for you to fit in the back of the van”, you looked at Jimin over your shoulder, “But thanks.”

The few sentences you exchanged were more than you had ever spoken to each other. The dark haired boy visited the class next to you in high school but Jungkook, your male best friend, was also his friend why you knew Jimin in the first place. At your very first meet up you were so shy that you just went home after seeing Jimin next to Jungkook. You never said more than ‘hello’ and ‘see you’ to your crush and the attention you were getting from him now, was making you quite nervous.

His loud voice woke you from the memories you had of your shy days around him: “Lynn, is it okay if you swap your seat for the next hours?”

The blond, tall girl smiled sweetly at Jimin as she walked slowly back to the two of you. Her eyes never left Jimin’s face.

“I do everything for you, Cutie”, she chirped and you had the feeling that your last meal might land before you at her cockiness.  

“Thanks”, was the only word Jimin answered while checking out Lynn’s body again, “Problem solved.”

A light giggle escaped your mouth while you went to the other three persons, waiting for you to start unpacking the lunch boxes you had prepared. The time went by fast before you made yourself comfortable on the seat the blond girl had sat on previously. Jimin climbed in after you, grinning at your delicate figure next to him. This time no rucksack separated the seats , therefore you were slightly nervous.

“Guess it takes the time we already drove and then let’s just go to bed, this heat is unbearable”, you heard Lona behind you whining about the hottest seat she had. Thank god, you were finally able to relax instead of melting in the back seats.

“Have you seen the latest action movie, y/n? Or isn’t it your genre of movies?”, Jimin suddenly turned his attention to you. He had his tablet in his hands and you could see that the intro of a movie was playing on it. Staggered you looked at the pretty boy beside you.

“I watch everything except horror movies, it gives me chills. But no, it seems pretty new, isn’t it?”, you said while shyly avoiding his dark brown eyes.

“It is! Want to watch it together? I mean, we have more than a hour to kill”, Jimin said, you could see the crooked tooth again, and found it unbelievably cute. The normally cocky, sexy atmosphere around him was not that strong if he smiled with his plump, red lips.

Jimin’s hand went though his black hair as he waited for your answer, eyes focused on your pretty face. He licked his lips while you loosened your seat belt and slid on the seat in the middle, right next to him, leaning forward to grab one of his headphones. You never were this near to Jimin, so the scent that filled your nose was completely new. It intoxicated you the moment you leaned in. Strong cologne, peppermint as well as hair gel formed the scent of Jimin. The distance allowed you to see every muscle that laid beneath the light blue, ripped jeans and the plain white shirt he wore. Now you even notices little moles on his face, his cross earrings and his really long eyelashes. You could not focus on the intro of the film as you were starring at the incredibly attractive boy.

“Y/n, the movie has already began, don’t you think you might focus on it rather than on me?”, Jimin whispered while leaning further into you, pressing his shoulder against yours.

Flushed your eyes narrowed to his hands, cursing you for blankly starring at your crush and even get caught. No wonder you were the black sheep in your family.

“Sorry”, you whispered weakly.

Jimin smiled to himself and observed you a while before the movie caught his attention. During the movie you felt Jimin’s free hand move up around your shoulders, resting on them lightly. The red hue in your cheeks increased and at this rate he had to hear your heartbeat.

“It’s okay, right?”, he whispered again.

You nodded before his hand began to massage your shoulder.

“Relax, y/n, I won’t bite. Not yet.”

With that the last bit relaxation was gone.


At ten this evening you finally got to your destination. The house of Jungkook’s uncle was bigger than you imagined. An alley of grass, cherry blossom trees and a white fence lined the gateway that lead to the white house in front of you. It lay before a little forest next to a few other houses.

“Guys, let’s unpack our cases and then we should eat before exploring the area”, Jungkook stated while opening the trunk of Hoseok’s van.

“I don’t have the energy to explore anything around here except for Lona”, the boy with the curls said sheepishly.

You rolled your eyes at this comment, following Jungkook with your own stuff. The boy opened the front door, searching for the switch of the light.

The house was coloured in brown hues, wooden furniture and the minimum of technological gadgets. At least there was a TV in the living room and internet. The back of the holiday home formed a wooden terrace and a garden you could eat your breakfast in.

After all of you looked around you gathered on the couch in the living room, discussing your next steps.

“There are three bedrooms, and I guess Lona goes with Hoseok, right?”, Jungkook said while looking at the only couple in the room. A double nod was his answer. “Okay, y/n and Lynn? Or do you want to share with Lynn, Jimin?”

“Not doing with her, forget it”, you made your opinion very clear as you shook you head furiously.

“That’s mean, y/n”, Lynn said with strained disappointment in her voice.

“Y/n can go with me”, Jungkook just said and shrugged his shoulder, “Not the first time she slept in my bed.” A grin spread across his face he winked, showing his bunny teeth.

“If she wants, we also can share a bed”, Jimin’s voice reported from the other side of the couch.

All eyes were on the boy with the black hair who smiled at you. Before you knew what you were doing you nodded your head.

At this Jungkook groaned. “I’m sleeping on the sofa, thanks y/n.”


Panic flooded your body as you made your way to the bedrooms upstairs the house. Behind you was Jimin who seemed to be relaxation in its purest form. What drove you the moment you agreed to sleep with your crush in the same bed? Jealousy? Insanity? You couldn’t change it anyway now. Jungkook was leading before he opened the last door at the end of the floor. Lona and Hoseok had their room next to you while Lynn’s bedroom was across the floor.

White coloured walls and a light wardrobe greeted you as well as a cute desk made of glass without a chair. Only the huge bed with flower patterned sheets caught your attention, that built the centre of the room. You gulped loudly at the thought that Jimin’s body will be sprawled across this silky sheets in mere hours. Even though you did not want to admit the feeling in your lower stomach, you felt it tensing up at that thought.

“Y/n, if he bothers you, join me downstairs, understood?”, Jungkook said while laying his arm across the other boy’s wide shoulders. Jimin was a few centimetres shorter than Jungkook, also the grinning boy was younger than his best friend. Your crush just nudged your best friend in his sides before smiling brightly at you.

“I don’t think she will be bothered by me”, Jimin’s voice got a little lower what made you see-saw.

“Don’t worry, Kookie, I can handle him by myself”, you heard yourself saying, grinning at the two boys whom were watching you playing with a strand of your hair.

You watched as the boys talked about some things they wanted to do while you were here, unpacking your suitcase and folding your clothing to lay them in the empty closet. A few minutes later, Jungkook made it’s way downstairs. Now you were alone with Jimin and the atmosphere changed immediately.

“You can handle me?”, the handsome boy giggled, sitting down on the bed, propped up on his hands. His gaze lay on you while he tilted his head showing his pearly teeth.

“After you told me you wouldn’t bite, I guess I can do just that, yeah”, you answered, leaning against the desk underneath the window on the right side of the room.

Jimin’s head flew back and an angelic laugh escaped his plump lips. The heat rushed to your cheeks again, but you did not dare to look away from him.

“Today I won’t bite but don’t except this from me tomorrow”, the dark haired guy said, winking at you, before standing up. The first thought was that he might do something to you, but instead he opened his backpack and pulled a towel and a little bag out of it.

“I’m going to take a shower. Tell Jungkook to order me something to eat, too, yeah?”

Jimin grinned at you shortly as he went out of your room.

The cute characteristics you always imagined he had, turned out to be your own false ideals. In reality Jimin seemed to be a cocky guy, who was everything but the boyfriend material you always thought he would be. The slight feeling of disappointment filled your bones as you snatched your phone and went to join Jungkook.


Back in your room, you changed into your sleeping shorts and a white, low-cut t-shirt for the night. You were quite exhausted from the three hours long drive and the feeling that Park Jimin had some unknown plans as he was your room mate for the time being.

You already had washed up and were ready to head to bed. Lona and Hoseok were long gone while you sat downstairs talking with Jungkook. Some time later Lynn also went to her upstairs and Jimin followed a few minutes later. You were surprised not to find him in your room as you tiptoed in the dark, trying to find your way to the bed.

Only as you switched off the light of the little lamp above you, you heard him opening the door.

“Y/n?”, a low whisper rang from the door.

“I’m awake”, you answered aloud before Jimin switched the light on.

“Sorry, sleep tight, y/n”, Jimin said while unbuttoning his jeans and stripping the rest of his clothes.

How could you sleep while you saw the guy of your high school dreams right before your eyes, only in his boxers, naked torso, shadows dancing on it with every move. The tiredness was gone but as you tried to avoid your gaze, the boy crossed his arms before his bare chest.

“This is the second time today, y/n”, a little smirk played around his plump lips.

“Yeah, it’s okay. Turn the lights down and go to sleep”, even though you wanted to hide your excitement, your voice shook a little.

But instead of an answer the room was suddenly left in darkness and the black haired, half naked boy climbed into the bed next to you. You could feel his presence as he lay down, throwing his blanket over his body.

“I hope Hoseok and his girlfriend are quiet though”, he whispered beside you into the dark.

“Don’t worry, they already fucked before you came in”, you stated with light frustration.

You felt the mattress move as Jimin turned around, face in your direction. But your stare stayed fixated on the ceiling you could not see in the dark.

“Good night, Jimin”, you whispered.

“Good night, y/n”, he answered while hugging his own pillow.

This night you could not sleep one bit. The only times you closed your eyes the image of the boy next to you popped up in your head and with that you stayed awake, hearing the heavy breathing of your crush next to you.


The next morning you decided the activities you wanted to do the next days. Shopping, swimming or partying were the main points that were discussed. Up until now Lona’s little sister was rather quiet but as the words ‘party’, ‘alcohol’ or ‘sex’ made its way into the conversation, she was full awake and getting on your nerves.

Lastly you decided on going shopping in separated groups and going to a famous club this evening. Fortunately your best friend, Lona, would come with you as you wanted to buy some underwear and a suited outfit for the occasion at night. But as Lynn was not allowed to stay behind, she had to tag along with the two of you. You understood that she could not go with the boys but you wanted her neither.

“Take this and.. definitely the black one”, Lona said as she held both dresses up to decide which one suited you better. “The lucky bastard who gets to see you in those, lord, help him.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing loudly, at her exaggeration. The underwear you held up left nothing to ones imagination, black lace that let anyone see through it as it was mostly transparent. A black dress, pretty short only held by two small strings over your shoulder, silk at its finest. You were not sure if you were cabable in wearing such an outfit the right way but definitely wanted to try.

“It reminds me more of a lingerie than an actual dress”, you stated, running your hands down the soft fabric.

“Shut up and take it”, your best friend nodded while grabbing the dress and going to the cashier.

The two of you bought new clothes while Lynn just waited for the two of you to finish your shopping trip to go to the meet up at the restaurant you wanted to have lunch together. Lona had an exclusive eye for fashion therefore she paid for a red revealing dress and monstrous high heels you would never be able to walk on.

After your meet up, Lona wanted to spend some time with Hoseok, so you had to do something with Jungkook, Jimin and unfortunately Lynn. Neither the boys nor you wanted to wander through the hot city any more wherefore you went home again. There you and Jungkook watched TV for some time until tiredness seeped though your bones. You lay your head on your best friends thighs, animating him to stroke your hair. You often did this the last years of your friendship, even though it appeared strange to other people, like Jimin.

“Why don’t you get a room?”, he said, shaking his head as he sat down next to Jungkook.

“It’s a habit. She can sleep here if she had a stressful night”, the boy defended you, caressing your head with his big hand.

“Stressful night? We just slept, dude”, confusion traced Jimin’s voice, looking at your face. “She would not be able to stay awake either here or in her own bed if I would have finished her.”

“Just let me sleep, I want to have fun tonight and not go to bed at nine”, your weak voice was heard and the boys fell silent.

Slowly you drifted to sleep hearing low voices talking about you.


You were woken by a hand that shook you lightly. The nap you only wanted to take developed into a deep sleep why you were quite shocked as you saw Jungkook’s face traced with pain.

“Sorry y/n, but I can’t feel my thighs and my dick any more.”

While rubbing your eyes you got up from his lap, looking at the round watch on the wall. Two hours until you wanted to leave for the club.

“Thanks, Kookie”, a warm smile played around your lips as you patted his brown curls. You stretched before standing up, walking towards the bathroom up the stairs.

Lona already waited for you to wake up as she wanted to tell you what she and Hoseok did. They met some people who showed them a special lake near your house. She described it as ‘a must go to’, so you agreed to stay there the next days if the weather was as nice as the last days.

“You have to wear your new clothes, y/n. They are washed and dry as well, so go on!”

Lona forced you into your newly snatched underwear and dress before doing your hair and make up.

“Jimin will only have eyes for you, y/n”, your best friend smiled at you proudly.

“Ah, I guess his character is too far from what I thought he would be”, you explained sadly. “He is more of a cocky playboy rather than the charming guy I thought he would be at the beginning of our trip. But I shouldn’t be expecting anything. Actually it was the first time I talked to him yesterday.”

Your best friend listened to your complains.

“Bullshit, y/n!”, she said. “You shouldn’t care, he eats you with his eyes the whole fucking time. Even if he is not suited for the perfect partner but a good fuck would be a good fuck. Sweetie, I don’t want to say this, but you definitely need one.”

Shock was written on your face. Of course you thought about Jimin in this light, but an actual friendship would not be possible any more if something more intimate might happen between you two.

“We’ll see, Lona. Let’s collect your sister and head for the club, I need some alcohol.”

With that you girls went downstairs to find the rest of your group.

“Babe, you look so fucking sexy! Let us just stay here, you won’t need this slutty dress any more”, Hoseok spun his girlfriend around, licking his lips.

“You think all the work will be for nothing? Wait till later”, Lona winked at her boyfriend, kissing him passionately, while you avoided you gaze, looking for Jungkook and Jimin.

Lynn’s voice reached your ears, turning around to see the boys walking down the stairs as well.

“God, Jimin, you are far too handsome”, her high pitched voice shouted before she ran towards Jimin, letting her hands wander around his chest. The girl wore a tight red skirt with a black crop top, showing of her nice body.

Jimin grinned down at her, his hands on her waist shortly before noticing your presence behind the girl in front of him. His jaw dropped as his eyes wandered from your heels to the curls Lona had made you. The dark eyes found its way down your body again, letting go of Lynn.

“Y/n, nice dress”, he smiled, coming a few steps closer.

“Thanks, nice outfit, too”, you replied, checking him out as frankly as he did.

Today Jimin went with black ripped jeans, that wrapped tightly around his muscular thighs, a dark blue shirt with long sleeves that were pretty airy at the wrists and had a low-cut. Boots completed his casual but sexy outfit. Your mouth watered as you thought about the conversation from before and decided to take Lona’s advice for today. 'A good fuck’.

Jimin’s plump, red lips curved at the sight before him. You looking so deliciously hot, devouring himwith your sparkling eyes. The night began promising, he thought.

“Better let’s go before Lona and Hoseok fuck in front of us”, the missing boy, Jungkook, announced while heading to the front door.

They wouldn’t be the only ones, you thought and followed Jungkook into the breezy air.


Danceable music filled the huge room as your group entered the famous club 'Night-owl’. Several hundred people flooded the dance floors, laughing, talking and moving their bodies rhythmically to the loud music. Your friends danced their way to the counter of the bar where you found a niche. You ordered your drinks while wiggling to the rhymes.

“Guys, let’s toast to an unforgettable trip and our friendships!”, you stated and held up your drink. Glass clinked as loud cheering filled the air around you. The alcohol burned its way down your throat, a satisfying feeling after exhausting weeks without fun.

“Lynn, don’t be a party pooper today and don’t drink too much”, her older sister warned. “Just have fun.”

Lynn nodded sarcastically at her: “Jimin will be here, so my fun is guaranteed.” The girl’s teeth were showing while she looked at Jimin.

The boy instead had his eyes fixated on your short dress that slipped up your thighs while sitting across from him. You had crossed them over each other what brought you double the attention from the attractive guy who licked his lips for the second time this evening while watching your surprising new actions. Where did the sudden change come from?, he wondered.

Of course you did it on purpose. After considering Lona’s words, you would not reject any offer from Jimin. At least this night should be lived to its fullest, consequences could wait until tomorrow. You deserved it and seeing Lynn walking behind Jimin like a puppy, you wanted him even more. At the beginning you wanted your imaginary boyfriend material but right now the cocky, confident Jimin slowly started creeping inside your head. Lona was just the fuse.

Your group of friends drowned a few drinks while moving in the seats before you and Lona stood up, taking each others hands and walking to the dance floor. Behind you, Hoseok, the dancing king, followed you two. Only Jungkook and Jimin sat on their seats even now. Lynn was gone a few minutes ago but you did not care enough to worry.

“Never was a DJ so good”, Lona shouted next to your ear. And she was right, every song was danceable and the mass on the floor moved their bodies without a break.

So did you three. All eyes were focused on the couple who made the dance floor their own. Even you, who have seen it so many times, watched them fascinated.

“I didn’t know they were capable of such dancing”, a voice reached your ear before you turned around to find Jimin close behind you. His body moved to the music and for you, this was more ethereal than everything you had seen in your life. Toned muscles dancing on his body as he rolled his hips. A lascivious expression on his angelic features, lips curled into a lopsided smile, eyes so unfathomable in the changing lights of the club. Maybe it were the drinks you already had but as Jimin closed the distance you turned your back and pressed it into his revealing chest. Right then his hands roamed around your waist and landed at your hips. They brought you even nearer before Jimin leaned in to say something in your ear.

“Today, y/n, I’m going to bite.”

Although you already made up your mind in wanting him, the last bit of shyness made your cheeks burn. At the same time you registered the same tingling feeling in your lower stomach that appeared yesterday by looking at the huge bed and thinking about Jimin’s body.

Just then the boy started to roll his hips into you from the backside, caressing your sides. Your head lay on his big shoulder, his scent filling your nose again while laying your hands on his. For a while you just danced like normal flirting people but it was only a matter of time until you felt Jimin’s hips press into your butt over and over again. Through the fabric of your thin dress you could already feel his erection digging into you. This feeling alone made your knees weak, as you felt how tight your panties became, the wet liquid soaking them slowly. Your movements became heavier, heart racing and as Jimin’s arm moved round your waist to pull you into his erection, a little, quiet moan escaped your mouth.

How was 'dancing’ this sexy with him? If you still could called it that.

“You look so damn hot in your dress, y/n”, Jimin pressed his lips tightly against your ear. “I want to rip this thing of your body and fuck you right here on the dance floor. I don’t really care if they are watching.”

A whimper slipped out your mouth while you closed your eyes, actually considering his tempting words. You bet that Jimin was capable of doing just what he offered you right now.

“You make my head spin”, you admitted while wriggling yourself out of his tight hug to turn around, looking up into his flushed face. Your crush returned your gaze, roaming over your body before landing on your dark red lips. Just then you stepped into him, folding your hands behind his neck, urging your body to touch his. Your abdomen landed on his crotch, circling to feel the needed friction of your heated wetness. Jimin’s eyes followed your actions, lust boiling behind them as he felt his bulge being stroked by your moving hips.

Your view was filled with the beautiful face of his, tracing every detail with your eyes. From the chocolate eyes, over the quite small nose to the high cheekbones. Until they remained on his plump, wet lips that looked so fucking soft under your own. Oh, how you wanted to feel them on yours. Your tongue wetted your own lips, lascivious, slowly, waiting for the boy to do what you wanted.

“Who does make whose head spin”, your crush’s eyes crinkled as he smiled at you before he grabbed your hips and suddenly pressed his lips on yours.

It was like an explosion as he touched you for the first time. He felt so soft, just what you expected. His round, warm lips lay on yours for a moment until you both started to move your mouths on top of the other. In no time you clung on him, forgetting to dance to the music, several elbows hitting you but you did not care. Finally you were able to feel what you had dreamed about since high school.

Jimin kissed you for an eternity, deepening it from time to time before he shoved his tongue inside your mouth. His wet muscle wrapped around your own, sucking delicately at it while holding onto your hips stronger than necessary. Small moans left his mouth as you passionately kissed in the mass of dancing people. You did not notice how much time had passed but as Jimin broke loose from you, you made a sound showing your disappointment.

“I can’t control myself any more. Let’s go home”, the boy said with swollen lips, red from your dark lipstick.

His big hand grabbed yours as you looked for Jungkook to snatch his key. It took his time until you found him in the bathroom with some random girl.

“Dude, give me your key”, Jimin’s voice was laced with frustration as you stood in front of a toilet booth hearing Jungkook’s heavy voice.

“Are you for real, I’m busy. Fuck off”, the boy’s anger was clearly shown.

“Kookie, just throw it over the door”, you said, beginning to find the wet panties uncomfortable.

As your best friend heard your voice next to Jimin, he opened the door, pulling up his jeans.

“The fuck, y/n?”, he said, the girl behind him furiously glancing at you two.

“Sorry, just hurry up, Kookie.”

With that the boy stared unbelievably in your face, fishing the key out of his pocket.

“Thanks, have fun, Kookie”, you snatched the key and nearly ran towards the exit.

You often saw Jungkook in this state, so it was quite normal to see him half naked with a girl. He would be able to continue, so no worries, you thought.

The way home was a mix of kisses, panting and running as you made your way to the white house a few blocks away. You chased each other laughing, touching him whenever you had the chance until you arrived at the porch of the house.

The door was not even closed, yet Jimin tapped your thighs. You jumped into his strong arms as he wrapped your legs around his waist. In a swift turn he headed for the living room, never once leaving your lips. A few times you two staggered before you reached the huge couch, where Jimin sat down, you straddling his lap. Your hands roamed through his black, soft hair and landed on the back of his neck. He instead let his hands wander around your body, from the curve of your breasts to your round ass. His hands began to massage your flesh before you felt a sting as his hand hit you hard. A loud moan was heard from you, what made Jimin smirk up your face.

“You like that?”

A nod was your answer before Jimin raised his hands again to smack your ass even harder. It stung pretty much as to why he caressed the part he just hit. This action continued to the point where your panties were soaked with your juices.

Heavy breathing hit your face as you looked down on Jimin, focusing on the darkening lips of his.

“Take off your clothes, y/n”, his voice was confident while he still soothed the spot of your pain. “I want to see you.”

You stood up from your position, extremely slowly opening the zippier of your black dress, sliding your arms out of the strings before letting the dress fall of your body. Jimin’s breathing stopped as you made a little show for him, focusing on every new spot of skin he could see until you dropped the dress completely, now standing only in a pair of transparent, black lace. His hands began to stroke his bulge trough the jeans while being in trance from the sight I front of him.

“Like what you see?”, you asked softly, watching as he palmed himself.

Instead of an answer he reached forward to grab you by your waist to pull you into your previous position. Your hips bucked into his as you sat on his lap, your core above his prominent erection. As you lowered yourself to circle your hips, you heard a small whimper from the boy, you oh so wanted.

“I can’t wait to feel you around me, so tight and wet. Look what you do to my jeans”, Jimin said seductively, pointing to the wet strand on his jeans.

“Then do it, Jimin. I’m more than ready for you”, you said, breath stuck in your throat as Jimin began to kiss your jaw to you sensitive neck. His plump lips kissed its way around your delicate skin, sucking, biting and soothing it. With every next tease of his, you moaned louder. The boy’s hands stroked your ass before massaging it again while his mouth wandered down to the hem of your bra. His dark eyes made contact with yours, lips dangerously close to your breast. Then he bit down onto your new bra, leaving you trembling above him. A heated shiver ran down your spine while Jimin left his marks on the soft flesh of your mounds, getting closer to your erected nipples before taking one into his warm mouth. His pearly teeth nipped at the extremely sensitive spot of your breast through the fabric of your lacy bra. With time he sucked strong on your now dark nipple before devoting his attention to the other one, his hands massaging riskily close to your wet folds. His name left your mouth several times already even though he had not touched where you needed him the most. Slowly you moved your hips onto his, needed friction missing as he stopped your movements.

The handsome boy’s touch abandoned your body as he straightened his back, kissing your lips before he swirled you onto the couch next to him. Fast, he stripped in front of you, clothes thrown in all directions, until the last piece lay on the floor. You watched in awe at the view that was exposed to you. Jimin had tanned skin and toned muscles that moved as he made his way towards you. His bare chest was trained and his thighs made your mouth water, how they looked solid and soft at the same time. Only one thing clouded all other thoughts you had the moment Jimin hovered over your body. His prominent erection sprung into your sight the instant he revealed it. Pulsating, darker than his normal taint with a thickness you felt even through his jeans.

Your hands touched his arms, his bare chest and his face as his darkening, lustful eyes devoured you. His next action was unpredictable as he pushed you down with a hand on your chest. He then opened your bra - luckily the clasp was on the front side - before grabbing your free breast with both hands. His thumbs roamed across your nipples that were purple from Jimin’s sucking. They wandered down your free torso until they arrived at your wetness. He then began to stroke you in sow motion, what made you squirm underneath him, every now and then hissing at the sensation. Jimin’s mouth formed a desirable grin, leaning forward, biting his way from you breasts to you stomach.

You knew that your body would be covered in red marks tomorrow, that would show everyone what you have done, but you did not care as your crush’s lips trailed to the hem of your transparent panties. A heated kiss was pressed onto the bundle of nerves before he straightened himself again, stopping all body contact. You whined at the loss of his hand that gave you at least a little friction.

“I wanted to treasure this moment, y/n, but I’m at my limit and it seams you are so damn wet for me that my dick will slide in without problem”, Jimin’s voice was lower than ever, teasing you about your body’s reaction.

“Why don’t you do it then? I’m at my limit, Jimin. Just fuck me already, please”, you begged while the boy just stared at you, smiling proudly about the marks he covered your body in.

“Eager, baby girl?”

The new nickname filled you with even more desire. This word lid a fire inside you, so you grasped down to push down your panties. Jimin’s reaction aroused you as he licked his prominent bottom lip, his fingers wrapped around his shaft.

“So, so eager, I see”, he whispered, leaning over the couch to fetch the condom out of his purse.

You hummed in agreement, watching him in heat as he pulled the condom over his dick. Then he grabbed your arms, pulling you onto his lap. You straddled him, taking his dick in your hand before you positioned it before your wet core. The tingling feeling intensified, finally being able to feel his cock into your tight wetness.

Loud moaning filled the room as you lowered your hips onto his pulsating dick. He filled you completely, waiting for you to finally move. The pleasurable stretch made you grab onto the boys wide shoulders, before you started to roll your hips against him. Although he had barely touched you, you felt yourself tightening with every hip roll of yours.

“You are so fucking tight, baby girl, I won’t last long”, Jimin’s said, breath stuck in his throat from the way you circled around his dick.

His words gave you an ego boost why you grabbed his hair and pressed your lips hard onto his. Passionately you kissed his delicious lips, earning low moans from the pretty boy beneath you. His solid grip on your hips became even stronger as he moved you up and down his lengths.

The heat in the pit of your stomach was vigorous and you could feel how your pussy contradicted around his dick, what made it hard for you to move.

“Jimin”, you cried his name while he moved you furiously, breasts bouncing in front of the face you found so angelic, but at this moment the delicate features were exchanged with the ones of a fallen angel. His eyes so deep and fathomless, watching you bounce on his dick, moaning his name over and over again. He could feel how close he got with every roll of your hips against his own, your juices flowing down onto his balls.

Jimin’s fingers got down between your legs, rubbing your clit, fastening the process of reaching your high. Your voice echoed trough the room while closing your eyes, feeling as your orgasm approached you.

“Make yourself come, baby girl”, Jimin encouraged you, mercilessly stroking over your bundle of nerves. “Use my dick for your high.”

With that you slowed down, warmth flooding your core as you rode yourself through your climax. The prickling feeling overwhelming you while Jimin stroked you over the edge. It was an unbelievably intense orgasm, sweat forming on your skin as you stopped rolling your hips into Jimins. Your head fell onto the boy’s warm shoulder.

“You aren’t done yet”, his voice woke you.

With that he held your hips in the air, before he started thrusting into you from underneath. You cried out at the overstimulation you got from the friction his dick caused again. Therefore you moaned his name again, close to his ear to aggravate his lust. It worked because the tanned boy moved even faster, grunts falling from his swollen lips whereas drops of sweat formed onto his chest as well as his forehead.

“Ahh~ Baby girl”, Jimin moaned your new pet name a few times before he pulled himself out of you, getting rid of the used condom before he pushed you down onto the floor in front of him. He stroked his dick with his hand in agitation, the sight of you kneeling so close to his dick let his semen spurt onto your chest. Thick streaks of the white fluids flowing down your torso onto your stomach. Light whimpers left Jimin’s lips while he pumped his pulsating dick until it became soft in his hands, watching your fucked out state, your eyes fixated on his semi hard cock.

“You are amazing, y/n”, Jimin said, grinning at you while showing his crooked front tooth, eyes crinkled. His chest heaved as his head fell back onto the rest of the couch.

Your legs were shaking as you stood up, falling next to the boy you just had sex with.

“Guess you were okay, too”, you teased, brushing your hair out of your sweaty face. “We should repeat it some time, Jimin.”

Adrenalin made you say it, but as the boy took his time answering, panic crawled inside your head. Did you cross the line? Your view lay on Jimin, who returned your gaze, an unknown expression plastered on his features.

Without saying anything he straightened, standing up before he leaned down lifting you up into his strong arms. He held you bridal style while walking out of the living room into the dark corridor.

“I never said that we are done for the night, did I?”, his low voice proclaimed amused.

You just giggled, kissing his plump lips as you made your way upstairs.

Mixed feelings blended into you as the night continued to become more promising than before.

Moon of Fire Part i (Sastiel Sequel)

Sastiel is a fic inspired from Rowaelin’s child and Feysand’s child being mates. Thank you to @dorianthekinkymf for reading this first part early, and giving me her amazing support, and for @dr-woodsprite for the title inspiration! And also to the girls who have done beautiful, gorgeous, wonderful Sastiel edits, @cassianandfenrysaremyboyos @readinglikewildfire @thebookdiviner @poseiodn @dorianthekinkymf I love you guys so much a thousand thank yous!

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

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

*****

Darkness covered Seraphine.
She was delirious, sprawled on a wooden floor, a wild raging pain deep in her head. Though her hands—bloody, shackled.
Despite this, a bigger problem was at hand.
Below her, a circle similar to the one drawn by Amren and Feyre at the House of Wind was slightly visible in the dark.
I came alive when I met you she had said to him, before she was to go back home to her family. To Terrasen.
Now, bars surrounded her from all sides. Wooden walls caved her in. She was trapped, her powers, her fire non-existent.
Not again, not again, not again. Seraphine forced her mind to calm, but she didn’t feel in control of herself anymore.
A corner of the cloth covering the wagon was pulled back. She stared at a wild eyed man, his eyes the colour of blood, wearing strange clothing she had never seen before.
“Got somewhere else to be, princess?”
He laughed as she said nothing.
“Didn’t think so.”
The man tried to grab her through the bars, laughing maniacally, and she felt now, that the tunic once owned by Kastiel was too short to be worn here.
“Don’t try anything funny,” he spat at her.
Seraphine had been so sure that her family needed her here, that they were in danger. Now she didn’t know what to think.
She swallowed her fear, listening intently at the sounds outside. The rustling of never ending trees. The breeze of fresh grass. Horses, being tended to. Though her powers were gone, her fae hearing weren’t. They must have been at an outpost, her capturers taking a break and resting the horses.
Near silent footsteps approached the horses at the front of the carriage, murmuring gentle words to the animals.
Seraphine was drawn to their tender voice. She crawled towards the edge of the wagon, tearing out a small piece of cloth from the bottom of her dress.
She takes a deep breath and pushes her hands through the bars and the cloth, towards the horse tender.
“For anyone in Terassen,” she whispers to him, dropping the piece. Seraphine didn’t know if he caught it, or if it simply landed on the ground.
The horse tender was about to make a sound, about to speak to her, before he was yanked heavily back. He yells in fright, a commotion breaking off as Seraphine hears the sound of skin pounding on skin.
The doors to her wagon opened, blinding her with bright daylight.
“What did you give him,” the red eyed guard yells.
Seraphine crawled to the back of the wagon, making herself into a ball. She was weak, she had no powers, she was not strong enough to escape into the heart of what could only be Oakwald Forest.
“I said,” the man yells, grabbing Seraphine by the shoulders and shaking her. “What did you give him?”
Seraphine said nothing.
Red eyes were the last thing she saw before the pummel of a sword knocked her out.

*****

The journey through Oakwald forest left Seraphine’s mind in tatters. Her cheek lay on the cool wood, trying to clear her mind. She couldn’t tell how many days had passed, how many hours she had spent in the darkness of her wagon. The men forced her a drink, which suppressed her strength and powers. If they were travelling to Oakwald Forest, then there was a high chance that they were headed to Terrasen—her home. She snickered at the thought of these men bargaining her for whatever it is they desired from her court. Did they think they would make it out alive? The thought made Seraphine warm with joy. Going home didn’t seem so bad now.
Her heavy lids threatened to close again, just before she sees in the corner of her wagon, a flower, the moon illuminating it through the covers. She crawled towards it, her sodden tunic dragging through the markings on the wooden planks. She picks up the delicate blue, almost silver thing, pressing it to her face, inhaling the familiar scent—moonflower.
She swore she could hear giggling in the far distance.

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Six days without fucking you are too long

Summary: You and Jungkook make a bet who can go the longest without sex. Guess who gives in first.

Requests are open!!

A/N: I read a mtl to make a bet about who can go the longest without sex and immediately thought how stubborn Jungkook is and how funny it would be, so I wrote this instead of one of my requests haha

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Reader X Jungkook

Word count: 1.9 k

If you continued reading at this speed you could finish your book tonight. But only if there weren’t any distractions. And there was one very tall one entering your flat right now. You sighed deeply as you heard Jungkook walking towards your bedroom. He had been out with the boys but Jungkook wasn’t the one to get completely trashed, he was only slightly drunk. And in fact very horny. Immediately when he had entered the bedroom he let himself fall next to you and tried to get your attention.

y/nnn

y/nn

baby

“What do you want Jungkook?”

“You.”

“Not right now, I’m tired and I want to finish this book.”

“But pleaseee

“God Jungkook why are you always so needy can’t you go one day without sex?”

“I’m not needy you’re the needy one here. You always want to fuck when I’m too tired after practice.”

“You are the one that always wants to fuck at the most inappropriate times! Remember your last concert or the dinner lately-”

“Yeah don’t try to tell me I was the only one willing then, you’re as bad as me.”

“I’m definitely not.”

“Fine then how about a bet, who can last the longest without sex?”

“And what does the winner get?”

“The loser does all the housework for a week.”

“Fine, I’ll win anyways.”

Jungkook left the room, frustrated but determined to win. You finished your book and went to sleep as planned, Jungkook joined you later after playing some video games. The next morning you found yourself in your usual sleeping position in Jungkooks arms. You snuggled closer up to him, only to feel his boner poking you in the back. He groaned and you shifted around a bit to accidentally rub your butt against it. He groaned again, gripping your hips tightly to stop you from moving.

“How about you just give up? Imagine what kind of fun we could have now.”

“Are you kidding me? If I give up after one day you will never let this down. I’m stronger than this.

“Let’s see for how long.”

You giggled as he rolled away from you to escape your teasing. He had dance practice today so he wouldn’t be home till late in the evening. And after practice he was always too tired to do anything besides falling into the bed and sleep. His luck.

The next few days went on normally how they would anyways. Just without the sex. He had a lot of schedules with the group that provided enough distraction for him. When he came home he was mostly tired so he went to sleep immediately. As hard as it or better he was, he couldn’t sleep without you cuddled up in his arms, he just got up quickly every morning to take care of his problems before you could tempt him to just give up. It was not only hard for Jungkook, you were suffering as well. But you wouldn’t give in that quickly. You were close to giving in when he had come out of the shower, only his towel around his hips, his toned chest and stomach still glistening with water drops. He was honestly a sinful gift sent by the heavens. But you resisted the temptation and just crossed your legs and pretended to be completely captured by a game on your phone. You decided to get him back for it on the same days evening, walking around only in your underwear pretending to look for something. Whatever you looked for was strategically placed under the TV so you had to bend down right in front of Jungkook who was sitting on the couch. You could hear him breathing harder but he didn’t move. After you had returned to the bedroom you could her the bathroom door being locked and you smirked. Hopefully he would give in soon.

On the fourth day of your bet you received a text from Namjoon.

From: Namjoon

As the leader of our group and as Jungkooks friend, you need to end this stupid bet. Jungkook is a mess, he can’t focus for long and he’s constantly in a bad mood. Please give in you know his ego wouldn’t let him.

That was Jungkooks problem, he started this bet and if his ego was too big then he had to suffer, he could give in any time. And you thought he would when he came back this evening. He arrived home from practice and gave you the usual kiss as he greeted you. But instead of pulling back his kisses grew stronger with more need. He walked you backwards until your back hit the wall, kissing you roughly as his hands roamed over your body. He was close to his breaking point, ready to give up. His kisses were raw and needy and he proceeded to suck hickies onto your neck. You couldn’t help but moan, tangling your hands in his hair before he suddenly pulled away. He was panting hard and so were you. But you knew him better than this, he was way to stubborn to give in. His arms trapped you against the wall as he whispered in your ear.

You know I’m not gonna loose this baby.

Neither will I.

You captured him in one last kiss before you duck under his arms and walked towards the bedroom with a smirk. He followed you but this night he made sure you didn’t cuddle up too close to him to avoid you rubbing your ass onto his dick. He wouldn’t survive it this night. On the morning of the fifth day you seriously considered just throwing this bet out of window. Jungkook had a concert and fansigning and would sleep in a hotel for one night. But as bad as you wanted Jungkook to finally fuck you again, you would at least last a week. That was your promise to yourself.

Taehyung was at your door to pick Jungkook up and Jungkook made sure to only give you a quick kiss before he left. Taehyung grinned widely and obviously held back a bunch of stupid comments. Through out their fansign you received multiple texts from Tae informing you that Jungkook had been asked by fans if he had any worries or if he was really stressed since he seemed so tense and unfocused. You made sure to fuck around with him a bit more, getting into his favorite lingerie set and posing as nicely as you could. Your phone buzzed and it was to your surprise Tae and not Jungkook.

From: Tae

What the fuck did you just do?? Jungkook looks like he will pass out any second. Or like he will stab us all.

The concert was hell for Jungkook. He loved it, he loved performing, he loved the fans, no question. But he couldn’t get you off his mind. Especially not after the pictures you had sent him earlier. He needed to end this as soon as he got home. The night at the hotel was too long. He shared a room with Taehyung who wouldn’t stop teasing him until he fell asleep. He couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

You were surprised when you heard the front door being unlocked, usually you would get a text like I’ll be home in five. You were just in one of Jungkooks big shirts and your panties, since you had just gotten up. Jungkook entered the flat, slamming the door shut behind him and dropped his things carelessly on the floor. He walked over to you in quick and determined steps and crashed his lips onto yours. You melted into his arms as he grabbed your thighs so you would wrap them around his waist and lifted you onto the kitchen counter. After a while he pulled back to catch his breath. You chuckled.

“Well nice to see you too Jungkook.”

I give up. This stupid bet needs to end. I give up okay, it has been six days since I last fucked you, I can’t do this any longer. I’ll do all the housework for a week I don’t care just please let me fuck you here and now.”

It was very unlikely for him to beg and you could see the desperation in his eyes. Six days were too long. You grabbed his hair and pulled him close to kiss him. He carried you to your bedroom without trying to break the kiss, throwing you onto the fluffy mattress. In seconds he was back hovering over you, trailing kisses down your neck. You both were impatient and needy so it took no time until you both pulled your shirt over your head. You were left only in your panties and Jungkook proceeded to take off his pants as well, leaving him in his boxers. He wad already incredibly hard. His kisses wandered to your breasts, gently sucking on your nipple as his fingers toyed with the other one. You moaned and arched your back, trying to grind yourself onto his knee that was placed between your thighs. He growled lowly.

“I can hear how fucking wet you are.”

His lips trailed lower and he wasted no time until he pulled down your panties. Without any further warnings he wrapped his lips around your clit and pushed a finger inside you. You were dripping wet and he could easily push in a second finger, curling his digits upwards so they would brush against your spot with every thrusts. You were so needy it didn’t take long till you were clenching around him close to your orgasm. His fingers worked with an intensity borderline painful as his lips were wrapped tightly around your clit and you tried to speak between moans and panting.

“Wait stop, Jungkook.”

He looked at you questioningly. Why on earth would you stop him from giving you an orgasm after he hadn’t touched you in six days.

“I want you inside me when I cum.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, hastily taking his boxers off before he hovered over you. He didn’t tease you this time, he hadn’t had the strength for it. When he pushed inside until he filled you up all the way both of you let out a guttural moan.

Fuck you’re so tight, stop moving around or I will loose it right now.”

It had been too long since you felt this full and satisfied. You couldn’t stop clenching around him. Jungkook was too close already to go slow or tease you any further, he thrusted into you hard and fast, hitting your spot with every thrust.

“Oh god you don’t know how much I missed this. How much I missed you.”

“I’m s-so close, Jungkook, I c-can’t hold it any longer.”

His fingers went straight to your clit rubbing hard circles onto it and you lost it. Your vision went white as you clenched erratically around him. He followed quickly after you, groaning and moaning your name. He made sure to ride both of your highs out completely before he pulled out and dropped next to you onto the bed.

“We are never gonna make a bet this stupid again okay? Six days without fucking you, completely wasted, think of all the things we could’ve done.”

“We have plenty of time now haven’t we.”

Flufflet #6 for @lifeinahole27 as a reward for writing her CSBB!

Continuation of flufflets #3 and #5.

Artwork at the end is by @clockadile, who is amazinggggggggggg


There were almost too many resources, Killian thought, as he typed in another phrase to look up. There were the doctors and nurses at the clinic Swan insisted on going to; it was out of town, since she refused to permit Whale to, as she put it so eloquently, “go anywhere near my goddamn vagina.”

There were the books, both the old ones in the library and the newer ones that Emma purchased through the post. He read all of them, although he did think Emma had the right idea with the newer ones; perhaps after the baby was born, they could donate the books to the library.

And then, of course, there was the Google. It was a double-edged sword if he’d ever seen one, with more information than he’d ever thought could possibly exist. But it seemed nigh impossible to determine just which information was accurate, and all of the personal testimonials made everything even murkier.

“What are you looking up?” Swan asked from the couch.

“When the baby can hear,” he said. “I’m getting too many different answers.”

“Yeah?”

“Some Google tells me–”

“Some websites, Killian.”

“Well, some tell me that it could be as early as eighteen weeks, and some say as late as twenty-four.”

“Okay.”

“Do you know which is correct?”

“No. Why, though?”

“Well … just that if she can hear us, then maybe we should take advantage of that.”

He loved that he could say that: she. It was only a week ago that they’d gone to the clinic, and the doctor had told them that they were having a daughter. It was nearly mind-boggling that the technology of the realm made it possible to know so much about an unborn child.

Hell, it was incredible just how much there was to know about a pregnancy in general. In the Enchanted Forest, a single missed monthly cycle was troubling but not necessarily an indication of pregnancy; it was typically only a second skipped cycle that tipped a woman off. But here? Here, Emma simply waited until her cycle was a day or two late, and then she (he still felt uncomfortable about this) urinated on a strange stick, and it informed them both that she was with child.

And he’d seen their child. The near-magic of the ultrasound machine meant that they both had been able to watch their daughter grow from a tiny little bean-shaped smudge into something resembling an actual human. And now, they knew they were having a beautiful baby girl.

His daughter. He was going to have a daughter.

“Killian, did you hear anything I just said, or are you not at 18 weeks yet?”

“Sorry, what?” He’d been so lost in his thoughts, he’d missed whatever Swan had said.

“Do you want to sing to her?”

“Would you be all right with that?”

She laughed. “Um, very. Besides, isn’t that the exact reason I’m pregnant?”

“Well, I’d like to think it would have happened anyway, regardless. But fair enough.”

“C’mere.”

He stood from the computer desk and headed to the couch; Swan had been lying down with her feet up, but she swung them around and sat up a bit. “All right, go for it, Daddy.” She patted the space next to her.

He sat beside her and then leaned forward. She wasn’t showing very much, but enough that the townsfolk were catching on. Emma had always been extremely slim, and so the way her stomach was beginning to protrude was an easy giveaway that she was either pregnant, or she was overindulging significantly and gaining weight in very strangely specific places.

His favorite thing about her stomach, what she called her “baby bump,” was that this was their child. Right here, taking up space, growing and becoming a child.

“Go for it,” Emma encouraged.

“Right.” He cleared his throat. “Hello, my love. This is your papa.” Bloody hell, he was going to be a father. Neither Bae nor Henry could have ever prepared him for this. “Your momma asked me to sing to you.” He looked up at said momma. “Are you sure about this?”

“She’s gotta learn about revenge sometime,” she joked.

Perhaps. But he balked at the idea that the first song he would sing to his daughter would be one of anger and sadness. He had a better idea.

“Tomorrow is uncertain,” he sang. “Who knows what it will bring?”

He looked up to find Emma staring down at him in wonder, and although he knew her emotions were a bit out of control (he’d done a lot of reading about hormones), he was still surprised to see that she had tears in her eyes.

“But one thing is for sure, love,” she continued. “With you, I have everything.”

He grinned and turned back to her stomach, and they sang together.

“And happily ever after is the way these stories go …”

The Best of Times, The Worst of Times (Tommy Shelby x OC)

Hello everyone! Here is a way too long Tommy Shelby x OC one-shot. I’m planning a multi-chapter fic and wanted to experiment with some ideas - so feedback on this would be much appreciated!


“What’s that?” 14 year-old Thomas Shelby asked as he approached her. The boy had been playing a match of football with his brothers and a few friends when he noticed her sat beneath a tree. He recognised her as the sister of his friend and current team-mate, Charles Anderson.

The girl raised her head to look at him. She seemed startled by his arrival, almost dropping the object in her hands, but quickly covered her surprise by lifting it toward him, “It’s called a book.”

Tommy was taken aback by her patronising tone. Did she really think he didn’t know what a book was? He was on the verge of confronting her about it when he caught on to the playful glint in her eye. She was teasing him.

He held back a grin as he rolled his eyes, “I know it’s a book. I meant, what are you reading?”

She smiled up at him and turned the cover to face the boy, “’A Tale of Two Cities’.”

“Charlotte Brontë, right?” he prompted, trying to impress.

The girl giggled at his undoubting and somewhat cocky expression. She shook her head, “Dickens.”

“Oh,” the boy’s face fell in defeat, causing her sniggering to escalate. He moved to sit beside her and attempted to change the subject, “What’s your name?”

“Maggie. Or Margaret if you want to get cut,” he raised a brow at her bluntness, though he could tell she was still just taunting, “Yours?”

“Tommy. Or Thomas if you want to get cut.”

The pair exchanged an approving smile as she extended her hand, “Nice to meet you, Thomas.”

“And you, Margaret,” he replied as they briefly shook hands.

“You’re a friend of Charles?” Maggie asked the boy beside her.

“Yeah, he’s your brother, right?”

She nodded, “And you’re a Shelby?”

“I am. How did you know?”

“Lucky guess,” she shrugged, “You have that way about you.”

“What ‘way’?”

“A pompous walk. Your brothers have it too.”

Tommy’s brow creased in confusion, “What the bloody hell does ‘pompous’ mean?”

“Arrogant, egotistic, boastful-“

“Excuse me?” Tommy shot her an incredulous look.

She continued, “Conceited, flaunting, pretentious-“

“Alright, I get it.”

She ignored him, “Flatulent, selfish, ostentatious-“

“That’s starting to get annoying.”

“Imperious, overbearing, supercilious-“

“-Ok you made that one up. That’s not a word.”

She then began to giggle again, laughing at the astounded expression on the boy’s face. Tommy guffawed at her nerve. Even at 14, he wasn’t used to people being so direct with him –especially a girl. He just stared at her, watching her laugh. Her cheeks had reddened and her eyes were creased shut. She had placed a hand over her stomach as she bent forward, her curls falling into her face. Eventually, despite his attempts to resist, Tommy found himself laughing too. The way her eyes glistened as they reopened ignited something within him. Pure joy seemed to invade his senses, making him forget, even just for a brief moment, all the misfortune his father was causing with his reckless antics. It had been a while since he had laughed like this.

Through his blurry eyes, Tommy noticed the book had fallen from her lap. He picked it up and studied it. Noticing his movements, Maggie turned to face the boy, still beaming. Her breath caught slightly as his eyes lifted from the book to reach her own. Just as her books would describe, they were a cloudless blue. Or perhaps they were azure whirlpools that she wished to dive into and drown in - she was certainly experiencing a similar spinning motion as he gazed at her. It was as if all the novels she had read were manifesting into reality and creating her own romantic hero.

“Read to me.”

His voice broke through her reverie. She blinked as she noted his arm outstretched, motioning for her to take the book back.

She felt the blood rush to her cheeks as she looked at him, perplexed, “What?”

“Read to me,” he replied. Tommy nudged her upper arm with the corner of the book.

She let out a short chuckle and hesitantly took the novel from him. As they passed it, their fingers barely brushed– but they certainly felt it. Their eyes snapped to lock onto each other’s. Tommy’s heart clenched. Maggie’s skipped several beats. Both unknowingly held their breath. This was definitely something she had read in a novel. Frozen, the book remained held between their two bodies-

THUMP!!

A football flew toward them at a powerful force and hit the tree above them, instantly destroying the moment. Their gazes broke to watch as the eldest Shelby brother ran toward them.

“Sorry, Tommy!” Arthur yelled as he retrieved the ball. He turned to throw Maggie a quick, apologetic smile before turning around and resuming the match.

Maggie released a long breath, almost grateful to have been distracted. The boy beside her cleared his throat and looked back to her, “So…read to me?”

She dropped her gaze to the book before offering him a soft smile, “Sure.”

Tommy struggled to keep himself from grinning at his victory. He shuffled slightly to lie back in a more comfortable position on the grass.

“Just don’t think I’m going to re-read the first 67 pages just so you can follow what’s going on,” she sneered, cheekily, “If you get confused, read it yourself.”

“Maybe I will,” he found himself smiling at her, “It’s no problem. Just pick up from where you left off.”

He watched eagerly as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and opened the book to the correct page. Quietly clearing her throat, she began, “’For you, and for any dear to you, I would do anything. I would embrace any sacrifice for you and for those dear to you. And when you see your own bright beauty springing up anew at your feet, think now and then that there is a man who would give his life, to keep a life you love beside you…’”

 

The years progressed and the pair grew closer.

After the war, Tommy was not the same. No one was. He became riddled with nightmares. Blood, wires, mud, the damn shovelling. He hardly slept. The increasingly dark shade beneath his eyes was a clear indicator of that. The headaches too. He would not reveal any of this to the others, of course. No matter how much he craved comfort, he could not ruin his image. And so, he kept his torment to himself.

But Maggie knew. She worked it out for herself. He allowed her to. Maggie volunteered as a nurse. She was in France. She saw the horrors too.

Often she would stay late to clear up the betting shop for the boys. She would hear the whimpers and muffled yells coming from his room. Knocking gently and waiting for his approval, she would unobtrusively close the door behind her and sit beside him on the bed. After handing him a glass of water and placing a cool, wet towel on his head, she would reach over to his small bookshelf. After choosing a book, she would open it and begin to read. No other words would be spoken before or after. All he needed was reassurance that he was safe and not alone. He didn’t need to explain himself. She understood. She was there for him.

In a complete contrast to his hot, heavy illusions, her serene tone created a calm, content atmosphere. The words would drip from her tongue into his hear and instantly numb his senses. Eventually, this ease would allow him to drift into unconsciousness.

He would wake to find her gone. However, the book would always be placed on the table beside him as a reminder of her visit, like a notification that she was genuinely present. It would become a regular occurrence. They had silently agreed to never discuss what happened the next day. It was their private, almost nightly ritual. They wanted to separate the War from their civilian lives. There was no need for it to distract them from their day-to-day lives.

On this particular day, Tommy knocked on her apartment door. She opened it with a warm smile, “Tommy! What can I do for you?”

“There is a family counsel at 6 this evening. Be there,” and with that, he began to walk away.

She called out, “But, I’m not family. What’s going on?”

He stopped on the street and turned back to her. There was a hint of playfulness in his eye as he spoke, “’Family not only needs to consist of those whom we share blood, but also for those whom we would give blood.’”

Maggie stood bewildered in her doorway before a grin brightened her features. He had to suppress his own smirk.

“Thomas Michael Shelby,” she drawled in astonishment, “Did you just quote Dickens to me?”

Tommy turned from her confounded expression and sauntered down the street without a word.

Maggie let out a short laugh as she watched his retreating form. Once he had turned the corner, she closed her door and reflected on what he had said. Their relationship had now gone beyond acquaintances. Beyond friendship, in fact. He considered her family.

That night, Tommy stopped by Maggie’s apartment. She had not been present at the family meeting and he came to find out why. Knocking on her door, he called out for her. No response.

He knocked again. No response…except for the small sound of female weeping.

His heart began to beat wildly. His mind became frenzied and swam with endless disastrous scenarios. Before he could consider any other action, he ran to her back door she always forgot to lock and barrelled into her front room. His heart shattered at what he saw.

As a victim himself, he recognised the symptoms almost immediately. Maggie was sat in the corner of the room. Her knees huddled to her chest. Her arms gripped onto them so fiercely that the nails seemed to be breaking skin. Pale tear marks streaked her dark red cheeks.Her eyes were sore, wide and staring straight at him. Her cries had quietened.

As if realising he had caught her, she suddenly struggled to her feet and wiped at her wet cheeks. She looked guilty. Her eyes remained glazed as she tried to avoid his.

“T-Tommy?” she spoke, her voice timid and almost inaudible. It was not the smooth and confident voice that read to him every night. That’s when he realised; she was broken. Like him, the War had ruined her.

“Maggie,” he greeted, attempting to keep his voice strong and assuring.

“Wh-What are you doing here?” she sniffed.

“You weren’t at the meeting. I came to see if you were alright.”

“Oh,” she wiped at her eyes with her sleeve again and attempted to smile at him. She failed.

“Maggie?” he called to her, gently.

“I’m sorry about the meeting, I completely forgot,” she quickly replied, as if trying to avoid the question he would no doubt ask.

“Maggie.”

“I was just…cleaning the apartment,”  she avoided his gaze and looked behind him, “Did you break my door?”

“Maggie.”

She made to move to the door, “Because if you did, you know you’re paying for a new one, right? Because I don’t have the mon-“

He reached out for her arm as she passed. The touch made her freeze and turn to him suddenly. Tommy almost flinched as her red-rimmed eyes locked onto his.

“Maggie.”

She knew what he was going to ask. She closed her eyes and took a breath.

“Are you alright?”

There it was.

“I’m fine,” she tried to say as convincingly as possible. It didn’t work.

“You don’t look fine.”

“Then stop looking,” she almost spat.

Tommy simply continued to looked at her, unconvinced by the bravado she tried to portray. His gaze seemed to snap something in her and she burst into tears again, shaking her head frantically.

Tommy reached out for her. She felt his cool palm press against her burning cheek. The other hand found its way to the back of her head and cradled it to his chest. Easing into his arms, Maggie allowed herself to sob. This was the first time she had cried in front of someone else since she was young. Even after the news of Charles’ death, she refused to let others see her this way. She wasn’t sure why. Maybe she was scared people would see it as a weakness. Being a nurse on the front line did not allow for tears. She had a job to do and she had to get it done. There was no time to grieve. But without the War, there was nothing to distract her from thinking of what she had witnessed.

Her hands gripped onto his upper arms, as if to stable herself.It was then that he noticed her legs were shaking uncontrollably. Tommy was worried she would fall. Removing his hands from her face, he reached down and picked her up behind the legs. Once she had wrapped her arms around his neck, he led her to the bed and lay her down. Once she had manoeuvred under the covers, he knelt beside the mattress.

Reaching out for her hand, he looked at her sincerely, “If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s alright. I understand. Just don’t lie to me and tell me you’re ‘fine’.”

She just looked back at him for a moment with those red eyes before slightly nodding her head. Tommy nodded too and made to move away, but she tightened her grip on his hand.

“Stay,” she whispered.

Maggie watched as Tommy looked down at her before gently removing his palm from her hold. He began to walk away. He was going to leave her in this state. Maggie wasn’t angry with him for that decision. He was a busy man with things to do. Also, seeing her in this state may awaken his own trauma. That’s the last thing she wanted.

Closing her eyes, she saw the haunting images. Maggie allowed more silent tears to leak from beneath her eyelids. They only re-opened when she felt a pressure on the mattress beside her. Fluttering her eyes open, she saw Tommy had returned…with a book.

He had gone to the shelf in the next room and picked up ‘Great Expectations’. How could he leave her in this state? Especially after all she had done for him. He wasn’t sure how to handle it. Tommy wasn’t exactly an expert when it came to dealing with emotions. So, he decided to start by trying out her technique. Besides, it worked for him, didn’t it?

He climbed onto the bed and sat beside where she lay. He crossed his legs, opened the page she had marked as her current place and cleared his throat.

Tommy began to read, “’love her, love her, love her. If she follows you, love her. If she wounds you, love her. If she tears your heart to pieces – and as it gets older and stronger, it will tear deeper – love her, love her, love her.’”

He paused when he heard her sniffs cease and breaths even out. Looking down beside him, Tommy saw that Maggie was asleep. Her face, although still blotchy, was showing signs of returning to its regular pallor.She looked at peace.

Gently sliding from the mattress, he placed the book on her bedside table, as she always did for him. Looking back to her, he could not resist reaching out to brush the hair from her forehead. He found his fingers tenderly caressing her cheek for another minute, before he leaned over and placed his lips delicately to the side of her mouth. Without a word and cautiously avoiding making any sound, he picked up his cap, angled it on his head and left the apartment.

The words he had read resonated as he made his way home: love her, love her, love her.

Alone

Prompt: Alone by Halsey for @whothehellisbella ‘s song fic challenge.

Summary: Pursuing a long distance relationship with a man named Bucky Barnes, you can’t help but feel so unsure of committing to him.

Word Count: 2,930.

A/N: After taking what felt like a century to get inspiration for this fic, alas, the product is finished. Angst isn’t my preferable choice when it comes to writing, but I think I did pretty well. Also, huge thanks to my pal @theassetseyeliner for being a big help when it came to editing this out :D

Warnings: Angst, and some pretty bad thoughts. 

Originally posted by ohh-bloodyhell

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I’ve struggled for years with not feeling good enough. And feeling like if I disappeared no one would notice. Sometimes it’s more prominent than others. But I never felt low enough that I couldn’t get out of bed until you left. I couldn’t leave my house for more than an hour. And as soon as I got home. I went straight to bed. I had no motivation to do anything besides cry. I wanted to die. I didn’t want to live without you. I needed you in my life. Now almost a year later I live everyday the best I can. Some days are hard but I get past them because I’ve learned that one day i will be worth something. Everything I’ve went through is preparing me for what’s to come. Never give up.

@rosegoldgemini I’ll be answering your comment in a new post so I can state some points, that I would like to share about this scene (we’ll be talking about the scene of Shadowhunters 2x20 sneak peek, when Alec goes to Magnus’ loft to ask his help to seal the rift):

A.   The fact that Magnus doesn’t “show his love” to Alec in this scene (and I’ll be talking more about that in a second, but let’s just accept it like that for now) doesn’t mean that love doesn’t exist. Besides, what exactly do you think Magnus should do to “show his love”? Openly show his heartbreak? Comfort Alec about the state of their relationship? Why should Magnus do that? It’s not like anything has changed: the High Warlock of Brooklyn still can’t trust in the Head of the NY Institute, and Magnus still needs to be apart from Alec to protect his people. What would change if he gives Alec hope, when Magnus doesn’t even know if there’s hope for their whole world?

B.     Going back to the previous point, I wouldn’t really say that Magnus’ love for Alec is not visible in this scene. Besides what I already said about Magnus’ coping mechanisms, let’s not forget some important things about this scene…

1)     Even if he pretended not to see him, Magnus still opened the door to Alec (and he knew damn well that it was Alec, that’s what his wards are for).

2)     Even with the sarcastic remarks, Magnus still listened to what Alec had to say. He questioned Alec about it, and he was critic with him, but he listened all of it. Actually listened (and please don’t tell me that he tried to close the door in the middle, because we know that, if Magnus had really wanted the door closed, that door would had been closed as fuck).

3)     After making his statement about Alec always asking for his help (because that’s what the “what a surprise” and the “duh” went about), Magnus agreed to help Alec. He accepted only because of Alec? Of course not. As Magnus himself said, he’ll do it because it will save lives (and the lives that will be saved will be the lives of everyone, Shadowhunters’ and Downworlders’ and mundanes’ alike. I feel that I need to emphasize that).

But Magnus could have sent Alec to other warlock (there are plenty of capable warlocks around the city, and Alec never said that it had to be a High Warlock). Hell, Magnus could have just close the door and forget about everything, because his warlocks are already protected, but Magnus cares not only about his warlocks but about all the Downworlders, and about mundanes too, and even if he didn’t accepted it, he at least cares about certain Shadowhunters. Because Magnus is not the kind of person that refuses to help innocent people, no matter how hurt he is. It’s the same thing that happened with Max: Magnus leaving his heartbreak aside, just like here, to help innocent people.

C.     About Magnus “hurting” Alec. What are we talking about, exactly? Magnus calling Alec “shadowhunter”? He’s not insulting him, he’s merely stating his kind, the difference between them. And not the racist kind of “difference”, but one that allows him to distance himself from Alec and tell Alec that they’re still on different sides, at the same time. Or are we talking about Magnus stating sarcastically how Alec, or shadowhunters in general, are always asking for his help? Well, he’s not saying anything false, is he? And of course he won’t be kind about it, this whole thing is about Magnus being in his limit of patience; he has been very patient with Alec’s previous mistakes, but hiding information about the Soul Sword was just too much, because it was about his people’s lives. Magnus in out of his limit already, we can’t possibly ask him to be gentle at this point.

Besides, Magnus has every right to be angry. Alec, the love of his life, the man he trusted with his all, lied to him about something that could potentially kill all his kind. Or course he’s angry. He’s hurt. And he has the right to feel like that and to show his feelings (and here I need to state that no, Magnus didn’t take the Seelie Queen’s side because he wanted “revenge” on Alec, as some people are saying: whatever Magnus’ plan is, his first interest will always be his people’s safety). And Magnus showing Alec his feelings doesn’t mean that he doesn’t love him anymore. It’s exactly what you see: Magnus showing his feelings to Alec, without his usual patience.

And of course Alec wouldn’t like what Magnus is saying. Of course he would feel bad, but I’m pretty sure that Alec himself gets that Magnus’ anger is justified, that’s why he accepted Magnus’ attitude without complaining. You’re talking about Alec being hurt, but let’s not forget that Magnus is hurting too, and a lot. And he’s hurting not only because of Alec’s lie AND for having to be apart from him, but also because of his own painful memories of his past (that are definitely still there), the weight of his responsibilites to his people…

The thing is, Magnus is allowed to be angry, to show his feelings and to say what he thinks, and that doesn’t make him a bad person. It doesn’t make him cruel or vengeful. And it doesn’t deny his love for Alec, either.