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His || Jungkook || 0.5

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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  • me as a film critic praising ben c for shaping sherlock into an absurdly realistic human person who exists completely independent of him, changing his voice, posture and overall demeanour to the point where i instantly recognize whether he is in character in a picture: that boy and the other boy?? ??? 2 different boys... ..amazin
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“What the hell?!” Jughead jolted upright from his position on the blow up mattress, dangerously close to the ground. Archie followed quickly, falling out of his bed in a tangle of sheets and limbs.

“It’s my phone! It’s just my phone!” He shouted more to himself than to Jughead, they had both been woken up abruptly by the obnoxious ringtone coming from Archie’s speakers. “We connected my phone to my Bluetooth speakers last night, I must have forgotten to turn it off!”

Jughead put his hands to his ears as Archie fumbled with his phone, he was still half asleep and in his daze he couldn’t figure out how to turn it off.
“It’s just Betty, we were supposed to meet up this morning to pick up Veronica’s birthday present from the jewelers, I totally forgot! Will you turn this damn thing off!” He chucked his phone at Jughead, who caught it with surprising ease.

Rubbing his eyes, Jughead looked down at the phone, instantly stopping dead in his tracks. There on Archie’s iPhone screen was the most beautiful picture of Betty he had ever seen. She was in a simple tank top, her long blonde hair down and straight looking like it was made of pure silk, and the lightest red lipstick, the most amazing thing about the photo was that it seemed to capture her eyes shifting from green to blue, a sign that she was content and relaxed. He couldn’t stop staring.

“Dude what the hell? Is it broken? Why won’t it turn off, just answer it!” Archie moaned, throwing himself back onto his bed and burying his face in his pillow. Jughead cleared his throat as he tore his eyes away from the screen and pressed accept.

“Hello?”

“Good morning! Geez, it took you quite some time to answer the phone. Wait? Is this Jughead? I recognize that voice anywhere.” She giggled into the speaker and he instantly felt his shoulders relax and any tension leave his body.

“You caught me, it’s just your friendly homeless teen, Archie said he’ll be there soon, he overslept. After you and Archie finish up, wanna grab a burger with the gang? My treat.” Jughead could practically feel her nodding excitedly , she wrapped up the conversation with a quick
“See you later Juggie.”

Closing the call Jughead stared at the picture Archie had assigned to her contact. He couldn’t get over this picture.
“When did you take this?” He asked the red headed boy.

“What?” Archie asked looking up from his pillow.

“This picture. When did you take this picture of Betty?” Jughead asked handing Archie his phone.

Archie stared at the screen for a second and smiled with a shrug

“I don’t know, last year maybe, I’ve really gotta update it, don’t let Betty know I have that one of her, she’d kill me. You should see the one Veronica has of Betty” Archie whistled lowly “smoking” he grinned at the beanie wearing boy and nudged him, Archie was the only one Jughead had told about his fairly deep crush on the beautiful blonde next door, at first it had been awkward but slowly Archie realized he just wanted his two best friends to be happy.

“Veronica has one too?” Jughead asked incredulously, how did he not know about this?

“Sure thing.” Archie threw on his letterman jacket and waved at Jughead promising to be home for Burgers at Pops. Walking over to the window he looked down and saw Archie running over to Betty and scooping her up in a hug as she shoved him away and flipped her ponytail.

What he’d give to be able to just hug her whenever he felt like it, he wanted to have pictures of her on his phone. He wanted to be the one she called up at eight in the morning. He knew Archie and Betty were just friends, both of them having clarified this to the group multiple times, but it didn’t ease the ache he felt when he saw her name pop up on Archie’s phone. Damnit, now he had no choice but to see Veronica’s picture of Betty .

The day passed slowly as Jughead worked on his novel and raided Fred Andrews snack cabinet, before he knew it Archie was calling for him from down the stairs.

“Come on Bro, burgers await. Betty’s already there with Veronica!”

Jughead nearly tripped down the stairs,
burgers and Betty?
Total package.

Walking through the clear glass doors of Pops, he instantly spotted the honey blonde ponytail, it was almost like a halo calling him over. He slid into the booth right beside Betty as Archie plopped down beside Veronica.

“Hey.” She smiled softly at Jughead, he smiled back before asking

“Can I borrow your phone?”

Betty seemed taken aback for a minute but quickly recovered with a giggle

“I’m doing great, thanks for asking” she pulled out her phone and placed it in his open palm.

“Thanks” he smiled goofily turning to Veronica.

“Can I borrow your phone?” He asked, the same smile gracing his face

“Hey!” Betty started as Veronica hesitantly handed him her phone

“You are so weird” Veronica rolled her eyes with a smirk.

He quickly used Betty’s phone to dial Veronica, staring at the screen as a glowing image of Betty popped up.

“Oh god, that picture.” He heard her mumble from his right.

The picture was absolute sin, Betty’s tan skin glowing and her blonde hair left loose and wavy.
He had never seen “bed eyes” before but he knew now he would never be able to look into Betty’s bright green ones the same again, they were so sensual and seductive staring into the camera as she pouted, don’t even get him started on that Shirt. He wanted this picture and he wanted it now.

“Veronica took that at a sleepover, I was just being silly. I’ve asked her to change it over and over again.” Betty rolled her eyes, snatching her phone away.

Jughead had to stop himself from physically moaning as the picture disappeared from the screen.

“What’s up with your infatuation with phone pictures?” Betty asked questioningly.

Jughead looked up at her and shrugged
“I don’t have one of you, I’ve never even seen a picture of you, other than your school pictures.”

Betty smiled scrolling through her phone before handing it to him

“That’s you.” She giggled pointing to Jugheads name and the picture beside it. It was one she had taken a few months ago when they went to visit the national history museum, Jughead was beanieless and staring right into the camera, his hair messy and his eyes relaxed, if you looked close enough you could see the hint of a smile popping through
“It’s my favorite picture.” She whispered, close to his ear.

Jughead turned away from the phone and swallowed hard
“I still don’t have one of you.” He mumbled out, reaching to take her hand underneath the table.

Betty smiled softly, her eyes sparkling
“Well that just won’t do.”

And so two weeks later after Jughead had finally gained enough courage to ask the love of his life out on an actual date, Betty’s picture appeared on the screen of his phone on a Saturday morning at 8 o clock. It was a picture of the two of them actually, faces smooshed together in a goofy looking kiss. And when Betty got angry at him for never answering his phone his answer was always the same

“Sorry, I just get distracted.”

It Might Be Nice // Part 1

…Hello! So, I saw the beautiful fanart of @ bettiquarts, which is amazing and I wish I could link you to it but I dunno how :c I suck, but please check them out, bc she’s amazing????? Again, thank you for letting me write this based on your fanart!!! 

Btw, I WAS going to make Lance wake up and be happy but like …..nah. Let’s wreck the whole situation, go big or go home I say. 

OK, I’m done rambling, I hope you like it!! 

Ps. I’m sorry for any typos or stuff :c 

EDIT Now with part 2: http://bleusarcellewrites.tumblr.com/post/159471153027/it-might-be-nice-part-2

Disclaimer: Voltron doesnt belong to me, nor the fanart this was based on (: 


“You know,” Lance starts softly, letting out a tired sigh as he rests his forehead against the glass and suppress a shiver at the coolness it brings to him, “Now that I think about it, my brother still owes me five bucks.”

Keith snorts at the brunet’s complaint, rolling his eyes when Lance pouts at him, “Lance, they’re just five bucks.”

“It’s about the principle, Keith.” Lance replies as he leans away from the glass, away from the breath taking view of space and its stars that surrounds them and turns to look at Keith, his heart beating hard against his chest as he sees the bright smile on his boyfriend’s face.

“Sure, buddy.”

Lance laughs as he shoves the black haired teen playfully. “Oh, hush, you.”

Keith chuckles under his breath as he quickly catches Lance’s hand and holds it tight against his own. Taking advantage of the brunet’s surprise, Keith smirks and pulls at their intertwined hands until the back of Lance’s hand meet his lips and Keith drops a kiss on it.

Keith could almost coo at the awe and dazed expression on Lance’s face at that.

“You’re such a sap.” Lance says after a few seconds in silence, shaking his head in disbelief but smiling big and dopily at his boyfriend.

“Says the one who leaves a sappy post-its and an alien flower that resembles a rose once a week on my bed.” Keith retorts smugly and Lance scoffs.

“Well, excuse me, but I’m a hopeless romantic, babe, it’s on my genes.”

“Is it on your genes to be annoying too?” Keith teases and Lance flicks him on the forehead, “Ow.”

“Meanie.” Lance murmurs but then smiles as Keith pulls him closer by their intertwined hands, making him fall on his boyfriend’s chest comfortably. “Oh sure, fix everything with a cradle, typical.”

“It’s my secret weapon, babe. You can’t deny it works.” Lance hums, burying his head on the crook of Keith’s neck as he snuggles closer to him.

“Dang, it really does.”


“You know,” Lance sighs, his lips twitching upwards as he turns slowly to meet Keith’s eyes, his own eyes blinking tiredly, “Now that I think about it, I never said I love you.”

Lance frowns when he sees Keith sob at his words and he wishes he could raise his hand and break the glass that separates them if it means he could wipe Keith’s tears away.

“Baby, it’s okay.” Lance tries to comfort, his left eye that was swollen shot has gone numb by now and he can’t feel the pain of his dislocated shoulder anymore, which he’s pretty sure that’s a bad sign, but right now, all that he cares about is Keith.

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Summer Boy || Jeon Jungkook pt.05

{ pt.06}

Jungkook x reader

Genre: Smut/Fluff-ish/slap in the face

Word Count: 4,643

~ SO sorry that it’s been forever since I last updated. So much been going on these past few weeks and this series is coming to an end soon. Hope you enjoy!♡


The days following Jungkook’s and I event on the beach, he messaged and called me excessively. At first, he tried to apologize, then began to dismiss the topic and was only trying to get my attention. I ignored all efforts to communicate and avoided unwanted encounters. After four days of rejection and silence on my side, he stopped trying completely; then by the sixth day, I began to miss him.

I had myself locked inside the house and sometimes only my room. My friends began to worry since I had failed to speak with them at all. I sometimes heard some of the guys over; mostly Jimin, Namjoon, and Hobi but never Jungkook. The days or nights I was cooped up in my room, I found myself peeking out my windows to look into his. My window was unlocked but the blinds were closed and I only ever saw the door to his room. The lights were off most of the time I checked and I wonder if he was in there in the dark like I was.

It was one of those nights I went to bed early, just as the sun was going down, but I really just laid there in bed. I drifted in and out of slumber when I eventually, I woke up to laughing and a cold sweat. My room was dark and the only crack of light came from under my door. Faint talking could be heard from the living room and I recognized Jin’s laugh instantly. I sighed, missing the good times we all spent together but I couldn’t find the courage to make the move to face them. I was too embarrassed with what I have become over the last week; when I normally wouldn’t care.

I decided to go back to sleep, pushing the covers off my sweaty neck down to my waist.

 "I don’t know. Jungkook said he would meet us here…“

I almost didn’t hear what Namjoon said. The drowsiness was scared out of my system as my heart stopped for a minute.

 "My Kookie has been unrecognizable lately, he’s never home and is out all hours of the night,” Jin said not long after.

 "Yeah, same with (Y/n)…I feel like I haven’t seen her in a week, and she hasn’t even left the house.“ The worry in Bitsy voice made me feel guilty.

 "Those two really need to talk things out. I wish they weren’t so stubborn.” Jimin said.

Hearing that Jungkook was also acting out fed to my guilt as well. Why was I being such a drama queen? I wasn’t acting like myself. I was never afraid to face a conflict, but things just felt different with Jungkook involved.

I grabbed my phone and looked through the old messages from him. I wanted to text him so he could come over but it’s been so long. What if he stopped texting me because he was over it already? Which would explain the behavior Jin was talking about.

Do you still wanna talk?

My head was beginning to ache with all my conflicting thoughts. Would he even text me back? I pulled my pillow into my chest, holding it tightly, while I closed my eyes. They were still talking but had changed the conversation. The last thing I remembered was staring at my phone screen and before knew it, I was asleep once again.


I woke up to a faint knocking sound, but as I came to my senses it was quite forceful. The room was still dark and it could have been nothing past midnight.

 “Go away, Coco…” I mumbled into my pillow.

The knocking continued regardless, not till l allowed the sound to ring in my head, did I realize it wasn’t knocking against wood but against the glass. I pushed the blankets of my legs and went to switch on the lights. Walking over to my window, I lifted up the blinds to find Jungkook standing on the other side of them.

I stood numbly looking at him; his face was different from the last time I had seen him, he looked a bit puffier but his cheeks were blushed. I was afraid to let him in regardless if the window was open. He had no specific expression on his face but it still held a gentle and unsure look. For a moment he looked away from me and back to reach into a book bag, I hadn’t even noticed he had on. My head tilted with my brows scrunched when he pulled out a full bottle of Jack Daniels, holding it up for me as if it was a way in. I bit the inside of me cheek still hesitating to let him in. Jungkook paused for a moment before once more reaching into his bag, this time pulling out a single can of coca cola with a slight shrug of his shoulders.

 “It’s open.” I turned away from him, walking to bed, and hearing the window open as I sat at the edge.

I rested my back against the headboard while I drank down all the water I had on my nightstand. Tapping my fingers against the now empty glass while Jungkook opens up the bottle of Jack. He scooted closer to me offering to pour me some and I stopped him halfway up the glass. I reached in his bag that was sitting between us for the can of coke and filling up the rest of my cup. I watch Jungkook take a swing straight from the bottle resetting it at the opposite side of the bed. I took a drink from my cup as well, the over sweet cola making the harsh whiskey more bearable.

 “(Y/n)…” My eyes shifted towards him. Jungkook was sitting with his knees spread and the bottle held between both hands. He was staring at the brown liquor sway in its glass prison. “I don’t know…what you think that was on the beach but-”

Jungkook stopped speaking for a moment, unsure of himself and what he wanted to say. I took another sip from my cup to find the strength to go through the conversation. “I just hate this wall you put between us before anything could even happen.”

His eyebrows were knitted, he was frustrated with the situation at hand. I didn’t know how to explain to him that it wasn’t anything personal, at least not at first. I couldn’t deny that my distance from him had grown from what I first intended it to be. I knew what he was feeling- how he was feeling.

 “You’re right.” I took a gulp of my drink allowing it to burn in my throat. “What I’m doing isn’t fair, and the last thing I wanted was for it to bother you so much.”

I could see that it was hard for Jungkook to be so honest about how he felt. I could see the hurt in his eye whether he tried to hide it.

 “I like you.”

I gulped at his sudden words, looking away from him at all costs. “Jungkook-”

“And the only reason I would ever have the balls to admit that; besides the fact I’m a little drunk, is because I think…you might like me too.”

I ran my hand over my forehead and temples. It was obvious he had been drinking before coming here, so that was giving him an unclear mind. If he was speaking the truth, that meant things would have to end.

 “Why are you trying to create something between us? This wasn’t my intention- there’s nothing between us.” I drank down what was left in my cup, trying to release some of the frustration.

 “I’m not saying that,” Jungkook mumbled faintly. He leaned over to pass me the bottle so I could refill my glass. “I know what this is.”

 “Jungkook, please.” I wanted to mask his words with the liquor in my cup. “All I know is there’s been a stigma around me. I have my reasons to keep my distance…”

He watches me drink straight from the bottle, where his lips had been just seconds before. “I don’t know what your reasons are but they can’t be that complicated.”

 “So what if they aren’t? You think you can fix them?”

 “Baby, if you’d let me, I wouldn’t hesitate.” He yanked the bottle from my hands just as I was about to go in for another gulp. “I could tell why you would doubt me.”

 “Enlighten me then.” I put my cup down on the nightstand and leaned on the headboard.

 “Well you aren’t the ‘single’ type,” Jungkook’s confidence was beginning to show. “The fact that you are trying so desperately to stay that way probably stems from a bad relationship.”

Normally, I would take offense for his first comment but the alcohol was buzzing my head. He was right regardless of what I thought.

 “How observant of you,” I said sarcastically. He shrugged and smirked my way. “I’m afraid it’s a little more complex than that, though.”

 “Why don’t you tell me about it then?” I laughed aloud intentionally. Jungkook was not easily offended to my luck. “Or should I keep guessing till I get it right?”

 “Try me.”

I was very aware that Jungkook would be up for the challenge but I couldn’t stop to see the wrong in this. My alcohol tolerance wasn’t strong and yet, I wasn’t as paranoid or dramatic. But I would surely do something I would regret in the morning.

 “You said you’ve only slept with two other people- I don’t necessarily believe that, though. I think you have actually only dated two people.” He was completely wrong but I was interested to know what he thought. “My guess is that you dated some asshole, who only slept with you for a couple months before he left. Then the second guy you liked after but he wasn’t interested in a serious relationship, which he probably never admitted, still, you devoted your time to him.”

Though he was wrong, Jungkook words brought back unwanted memories. Ones that flared anger in my heart and only feed my paranoia. I grabbed my drink and only wanted to bury myself in its poison. Jungkook spoke with confidence but when I failed to respond, he noticed the change on my face.

 “Do you think I’m that stupid?” I said with spite. I was that stupid but it angered me that he could see it. He saw the tears build in my eyes before I looked away from him.

 “No.” He said noticing his mistake. He placed the now half empty bottle to the floor, moving up the bed a bit more. “I think you’re strong.” I was keeping the tears on the brim of my eyes. “But you’re scared of your feelings cause of what he did to you.”

He sat on his knees beside me, hesitating to go any further. Jungkook was growing closer, wanting to comfort me but I rejected his affection in embarrassment. I was stubbornly full of pride; I hated others pity and sympathy for my stupid choices. My head was beginning to flutter with all different emotions. I was no longer crying about my ex but about everything else. How things with Jungkook would never work out; not a relationship, not even a friendship. I hated the fact that he wanted me in a different way than I was using him. But he was the reason I was thinking that I didn’t want to be so empty and hollow anymore.  

 “Jungkook, please…stop.” My voice cracked slightly under my hushed words. He tried to touch the hand on my lap but I moved it away to push some of my loose hairs back and regain my composer.

 “You don’t have to hide, I won’t do anything you don’t tell me too.” I sucked in a shaky breath, turning my head to face him and met him only inches away from me. His dark chocolate eyes were scanning my face for any signs of objection as he leaned in. My lashes were wet, sticking to each other as I looked up at him and watched his eyes shut softly. I allowed his wet lips to timidly graze mine and my mouth responding erotically by nature. But the kiss wasn’t hot, it was warm and comforting; it was loving in its most innocent form. He cupped my face as a way to relax and ease my immodest behavior. I melted into his touch feeling tense and unsure of what I was getting myself into. It was just like on the beach; Jungkook wasn’t trying to establish any dominance between us, it was simply adoration. “Tell me what to do…”

Jungkook tried to pull away to speak but I kept him close because his affection was stimulating. I grabbed the back of his neck, feeling his skin shiver under my hand. My tongue playfully brushed against his, bringing him to hover over me and continue what we had in mind. I pulled on the collar of his shirt, moving my exposed legs to rubbed against his, easing him on top of me. He pulled away once I struggled to breathe, our hot breaths hitting our lips with the smell of whiskey.

 “I don’t wanna be lonely anymore,” I whispered. Nudging my nose against his, I shut my eyes in hope that he would fulfill the aspiration I longed for. “I’m yours.”

There was so much more to say but nothing left to do. I gave myself over to him without a second thought. I wanted what he could give me; comfort, affection, and bliss. Despite what my emotions would be in the morning, this is what I need at the moment. A simple touch from him was enough to set me free.

Jungkook took his time savoring my lips, loving the taste of liquor and me in his mouth. His lips were so soft and just the right amount of moisture to let his tongue slip in. Jungkook leaned me down with my back against the bed. He hummed against my mouth as my hands slipped down his neck and chest. My hand rubbed under the material of his shirt, where his toned chest hid. Jungkook pulled on my waist arching my back off the mattress. His other hand ran up my leg and caressed the flesh of my thigh. He didn’t seem to mind the bit of stubble while he moved under my cotton shorts, feeling the warmth of my inner thigh. Goosebumps shivered down my spine and on my legs. Jungkook’s lips were traveling down my chin with softly pressed kisses. My hand followed the landscape that was his arms while he sucked lightly on my neck.

He paused for a moment to remove his shirt as he started to grow hot. I leaned up to attach my lips on his defined collar bones before he had even thrown the shirt behind him. Jungkook chuckled with a slight groan as his hands grabbed my waist and pushed up my thin shirt up to feel more of me. I followed in his action and removed my top. Jungkook was quick to attack my neck and chest, pushing me gently back onto the bed. His hands cupped and caressed my figure as he left a trail of kisses between the valley of my breasts.

His name left my mouth softly, he was the only thing playing in my mind. My legs tingled with the feathered kisses he left down my abdomen. He kept his eyes open the entire time, admiring my body on his way down to my navel. He stripped my of my shorts but left my damp panties on, kissing and teasing me through the fabric. I squirmed on the bed as his hot breath tickled over my clothed mound. Jungkook took his time running his hands over my thighs and hips.

 “I don’t know what you’re doing to me, (Y/n).” He whispered, barely enough for me to hear him. “But I want you,” Jungkook leaned in to kiss over the wet spot on my underwear. “all the goddamn time.”

His words like honey made me whimper and move my knee up, to allow him more area between my legs. I wanted him too. Way more than I was willing to admit to him and even myself. I picked myself up to get a better look at him before he started. His gorgeous face between my thighs was a sight that would be burned into my mind forever. Jungkook smiled up at me, hooking his hand around my leg and kiss the warmest part of my thigh, still, maintaining eye contact. I moved my hand over to him, pushing his dark hair out of his eyes.

I leaned back and watched him hook his fingers around the waistband of my panties, pulling them down my knees and off my feet. He could not keep his eyes off my core, he looked at me with such lust and hunger. I could feel my face and chest grew heated with a breath caught in my mouth, trapped under my bitten lip. His hot soft mouth kissed my lips, running his tongue over the soft flesh. Jungkook’s teasing lips curled into a smile as he peered a look my way. I moaned silently in my mouth while my legs tensed and threshed beside him. He brought out his tongue to brush pass the small bud sticking out from my soaked folds. My hips jerked as he flicked his tongue against my clit, using the wet muscle to stroke against the bundle of nerves that caused me so much pleasure. His mouth worked wonders against me, wanting to make my eyes shut and cry out. The satisfaction shivered and shook throughout my body, made my core rock in flames.   

 “Mmm.” His lips hummed against my core as he found my wetness lower at my entrance. He tongued over my entrance while his hand spread my folds gently. The lewdest sounds were coming from his mouth as he sucked at the arousal dripping over my skin. My cheeks heated and the rest of my body screamed for more and all of him. Whines left my lips each time he opened his mouth for anything. His free hand was rubbing on my thigh to keep my legs from closing around him. My own hands were grabbing on the sheets, not knowing what else to do with them and keep them from pulling his head any closer to me. He must have had a similar feeling because his hand left my thigh and grabbed a hold of mine; he locked his fingers with mine and allowed me to squeeze as hard as I wanted. His hold was welcoming and eased me into his mouth with enjoyment instead of storming through it.

 “Oh! My God…” I hissed as he licked back up my heat to wrapped his sweet lips over my clit. He groaned against my heat as he felt my hips press against him and move against his mouth. Jungkook kept his tongue out and mouth still to let me rock against his face; my abdomen tensed on and off as I tried to keep the beautiful rhythm up myself. His eyes watched me intently as I gasped for air and struggled to please myself.

I could see my wetness glisten over his lips and watched how he enjoyed licking them clean. He let go of my hand to take a hold on both of my thighs, letting my legs rest of his shoulders and beside his head. His face disappeared in between my thighs and a long moan fell past my lips. Jungkook added pressure to my heat and he lapped his mouth over it. My walls began to clench at the pleasure building over my core hoping to find my release soon. Jungkook was working just to that goal in mind when he began to quicken the motions of his tongue.

 “Jungkook! Yes, yes please.” I was losing my voice as it began to fade into no words but merely sounds of ecstasy. My stomach was tightening from the violently heavy pleasure, threatening to drown my body to its numbing point. My legs started to shake around Jungkook’s head and his hands tighten around my thighs, holding me close to his mouth. He brought his hand around to my clit, using the pads of his fingers to pressed shapes into it while his mouth slipped along the rest of my skin. My heels dug into his back as my voice grew louder and everything in my head was wiped clean; except the feeling of complete and utter bliss.

 “I want to wake up by your side.” Jungkook’s mumbled as he kissed up my stomach and rubbed my legs from the aftershocks of my orgasm. The pool of my heated blood was still running through my body as he came back up. I only got a quick glance of his dusky eyes before his head disappeared into the crook of my neck, kissing my clammy skin and taking my hands in his.  

 “Kiss me, Jungkook.” I whined softly. I found his lips with my own, cupping his strong jaw while he brushed his tongue past my lips. I could taste myself on his tongue and it only caused me to become further aroused. His denim covered hips pressed into the bare skin of my core, taking my breath away with each roll of his hips. He kissed my cheek after pulling away, watching how my eyes hazed in lust at our explicit contact. His neck veins showed through his skin when he tried to keep his groans in. He looked gorgeous with sweat forming on his face, giving him a soft glow in the light above us.

 “I’m going to make you mine, (Y/n).” While he continued to kiss me cheek, his hand was working on the buttons on his pants. My hips were bucking and squirming under him and he pushed the fabric down his legs. His length was already between my folds, lubricating himself with the juices he had caused. “Can I?”

I nodded frantically, pecking his sweet lips once more before locking eyes with him. “Yes.”

He pushed his head through my entrance, my tight walls wrapped around him and throbbed. Jungkook pressed his lips against mine breathing heavily as he pushed himself the rest of the way. I gasped into the kiss, my eyes shutting at the sensation of his length filling me. I still managed to keep our lips moving through the mild thrusts, there was a lot of tongue but it didn’t feel overwhelming. Our lips pressed passionately slow, the hunger of intimacy and endearment was something I had not yet experienced with any man.

My hips pushed into the mattress each time he pushed in, only to pull out and keep the sequence going. I felt the pleasure intense when he hit the deepest parts of me, causing strange noises to erupt from my throat. I felt as if there was a cloud of misty surrounding us, in which we could only feel each other and our connecting bodies. It was a pleasure that builds like no other, it took longer but more care when in it, making it more authentic.

 “I think you’re gorgeous.” Jungkook said faintly, causing my eyes to open slowly. His lids were half closed, trying to keep his eyes on me the entire way through. His bottom lip flushed red from his teeth biting into the soft flesh.

I wanted to keep kissing him but the moans leaving my mouth prohibited it. My legs caressed his while his hips pushed between my thighs. His thick brows and damped hair framed his lightly tanned skin. Jungkook’s gripped my hand at the same time he began to push into me harder. The sound of his skin hitting against mine joined the heavy breathing and moans in the room. With a single arm, he tugged at my lower back and brought my hips up to meet his. Our locked hands were resting pinned beside my head. I rocked my body against him the way he liked. My heat was becoming sore and raw from the friction between us but it only added to the pleasure. I could feel myself begin to sink into him emotionally, normally scared to, but now I only wanted to fall in deep.

Jungkook kissed along my jaw, lips pressing soft wet kisses as far as he could reach. My free hand was wrapped around his broad shoulders; only wanting to keep him and never let this end. Short on breath, he still managed to whisper sweet praises in my ear. Making me feel like I was the only women in the world for him. My legs shook on and my only response was to wrap them around his hips.

 “Fuck! Baby…” Jungkook groaned, shutting his eye for the first time. He took in a sharp breath between thrusts and swallowed hard. “You’re going to make me come.”

He pressed his entire body against me, hips to hips and chest to chest. His pelvis was grinding hard into my most sensitive skin and my breasts only moved along with his body each time.

 “Don’t stop…Jungkook, please.” My orgasm was approaching slowly but strongly. I couldn’t make words in my head much less speak them. My voice had turned into a symphony of crying pleasure as it snuck up my body. Soon I was moaning with every thrust and every second my body was at its highest point of stimulation and sensitivity. I held him close as I was coming to my end, as was he. My ankles locked around him and I kept him still in me with only minimal movement. Our cores connected and throbbed together was enough to lose ourselves in each other.

My mind was wiped clean and my body gave in to him, convulsing with bliss and delight. I could feel Jungkook spill his warm seed in me, a sensation I was not familiar with but enjoyed to its fullest.

My heart was beating fast against his chest, where he was surely doing the same. Our hands were still locked but the grip was loose as our bodies became numb. Jungkook’s face was hidden in the crook of my neck with almost his full weight on top of me. My body was burning up but I didn’t want him to move; he did, however, pull himself out of me, leaving only an empty feeling behind. I removed my hand from his and wrapped it over the other one.

 “Don’t leave me.” Tears were welling in my eyes as he lifted his face for me to see. I pushed his hair aside and caressed his delicate features.

 “You want me to stay?” Jungkook asked hoping he heard correctly. His eyes were tired but full of joy when I nodded my head. He kissed my lips, wrapping his arms around my body and pulled me on top of him as he rolled onto his back. I looked down at him with an embarrassing big smile on my face. Jungkook’s eyes creased at the corners, showing off his adorable bunny smile. I made myself comfortable in his arms and beside him as he pulled the sheets over us.


The last thing I remembered was that kiss before we said goodnight. The warmth and dampness of Jungkook’s naked skin against my own. I remember looking forward to waking up with him still asleep and his arms still holding me.

But when I did wake up and found him sleeping in my bed; the only feeling I was met with was remorse.


Work it Out (P.2)

Bucky x Reader

Summary: after pulling a muscle on a mission, you need to stretch out your leg while working out. But you need help to do so. There’s only one person around to help.

Word Count: 1260

Warnings: none? i don’t even think i cursed!

A/N: you guys are so freaking sweet. I got so many requests for a part 2. All your feedback made me feel fuzzy inside. Tags are so confusing no lie but I do cuz you guys are great :) You’ve asked, and I’ve delivered 💛


I half expected someone to rush in after me the moment I closed my bedroom door. I half expected the boys to apologize immediately and admit they were being assholes. Neither of those things happened, and honestly, I didn’t know how I felt about it. I truly did want to be left alone, but the fact that they didn’t even try put me off.

It’s nearly eleven now, and I’m trying to stay awake by watching Disney movies. My arms are wrapped around my elephant pillow, one of the only things I owned from my childhood. I remember the first time someone saw it. It was Clint. He spotted it while we were packing to go on a government conference in Brazil. I was in the lounge, tucking the pillow into my bag when he plucked it out and examined it with a smile on his face.

“Barton!” I’d yelled. I reached for it, but he dodged me, laughing and yelling out to Wanda in the next room.

“Look what I found!” Wanda emerged by the door, glancing curiously at the pillow. “I found it in Y/N’s bag. Look how cute!” he laughed. Wanda shook her head and a pulse of red radiated around her fingers. The pillow was yanked out of his hands by the same pulse and placed it on the table next to me.

“Don’t be mean, Clint, or should I tell her about the picture you have framed in your bedroom of you with Chuck-E-Cheese?” she smirked. I smiled wide and turned to Clint, whose cheeks tinted a slight shade of pink.

Now, sitting on my bed with the pillow, I realize how tired I am of living with a bunch of childish boys. It really was difficult, dealing with their idiocy.

“I need a day off.” I mutter. My stomach growls loudly, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten since this morning. I sigh, knowing the inevitability of having to leave my room. I pause my second time rendition of The Princess and the Frog and tiptoe out of bed. My ear goes up against the cool wooden door, trying to spot any noise. Once the coast is clear, I twist the doorknob and pull, letting my eyes dart down the hall. No one is around. My feet barely touch the ground as I shuffle-jog down to the kitchen, wincing ever so slightly at the pressure on my leg. Once I’ve reached it, I open up a cupboard for the granola bars. I find the box and pull it out, running back to my room.

The door shuts softly behind me, and I un-pause the movie and reach into the box, coming up empty handed. I swear there were some in there earlier today. I reach in again, this time pulling out a slip of folded paper. My face knits into a frown as I unfold it. I instantly recognize the sprawled handwriting as Bucky’s. Exhaling slowly, I begin to read.

If you’re reading this, it means that I either know you too well, or you have an unhealthy obsession with chocolate chip granola bars. I think it may be a bit of both. If you ever want to see your precious bars again, you’ll read this note and follow the instructions in it.

They’re idiots. You know that. And before you get upset about them not apologizing, blame me. I was the one who told them you wouldn’t listen. You’re stubborn that way. I’m writing this because you’re not mad at me (I think), so I know you will be merciful (I hope).

Essentially, they’ve been trying to get us together. They were hoping that what happened was you and me bonding or something like that. They admitted it to me once I started lecturing them. Even though they show it oddly, they have good intentions. Men are really dumb that way, because even when they care about you a lot, they don’t really know how to show it. Trust me, I’d know.

I know you’re probably hungry, so come down to the screen room right now. We’ll be waiting. Please don’t make us wait.

Buck

I sigh, grudgingly trying to keep a smile off my face. Bucky was never one to have a sense of humour, but he knew when to insert it. I pause the movie again, cutting of Tiana’s solo, and pull myself off the bed. My feet pitter patter to the door, down the hall, across the floor. The door to the screen room is open, and I hesitate before stepping in front of the entrance. I nearly gasp at the sight.

The room is filled with granola bars. I mean, filled. There’s a small pile on each surface in the room and some cover the ground. I chuckle slightly at the silliness of it, my eyes finally landing on them. Every single one of the my teammates, all sitting on a couch next to one another. Clint, Sam, Steve, Tony, Wanda, Nat, Vision, and Bucky. They look down at the ground, or up at me. By the end of the sofa, Bucky sits with his arms crossed, gazing at me. I smile, shaking my head. “You are insane.” I say to no one in particular. Tony is the first to get up and begin walking.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. We were just teasing.” He reaches his hands out, asking permission for a hug. I accept. My chin is on his shoulder as I mumble,

“I know. But I told you to stop.” He pats my back awkwardly like I’m a child.

“We’re guys, you know we can’t listen to reason.” Clint approaches, scratching the back of his head. I release Tony and roll my eyes.

“Yeah, I do.”

After a round of affectionate hair ruffles and half hugs, everyone begins talking of watching s movie. Not focusing much on the conversation, I snag one of the bars from the couch and rip open the packaging. I hear someone chuckle behind me. Spinning around, my eyes meet his.

“Eager, are we?” he says, only loud enough for me to hear over the sound of my friends yelling their movie ideas. I frown in defence.

“I haven’t eaten in hours!” I mumble around my chewing. He smiles at me, giving me an identical half hug to the ones I’ve received so many tonight. His metal hand reaches around my shoulders and he presses himself to me from the side. I lean my head on his chest. We stay there for a few moments, longer than usual. But it feels nice. He finally releases me, his hand snaking the trail on my body and back to his side, similar to the way he let go of my arm in the gym. The thought of it gives me shivers. I look up at him. “Thank you.” I say, a ghost of a smile on my face. His lips match mine, tilting up ever-so-slightly. He nods his head.

“These guys may be dumb, but they had good reason for what they did.” he shrugs. “They want you to be happy. That’s what we all want.” My face breaks into a sly grin.

“And you think I’d be happy with you?” I ask curiously. He shrugs again, a smirk placing his pink lips.

“I guess we’ll never know.” He waggled his eyebrows and begins to back up, his stormy eyes never leaving mine. Once he’s left the room of chattering people, with me clutching the bar in my palms, I sigh wistfully.

“Maybe we will.”

thoughts on safe lists

Context: There is a tumblr page that started to build up a list of recs for fics that do not contain certain tropes, and a list of authors that write those tropes so that people could avoid them.

I’m not on the list of authors to avoid, nor did I participate in the construction of that list, so I’m (mostly) leaving the discussion there to others.

But I was on the list of recommended authors, and I had a little verified check mark next to my blog name indicating that I was “safe” to follow because my blog did not talk about any of the tropes. And I have feelings about that, because…you know what? Nobody showed me the list of tropes to be avoided and asked me if I was safe.

I’m a big fan of letting people hate what they hate, and letting people love what they love, within the generalized confines of modern small-l liberalism. I absolutely support people in their desire to identify things they hate and avoid them, and I support people who love that thing loving it, and things tend to work best if lovers and haters get separate rooms. (The confines of small-l liberalism end when someone loves going into someone else’s room and messing with their shit. Don’t do that.) I support tags and blacklists and blocking liberally.

I am old and salty as fuck, so trust me I understand hatred. I also understand that life’s too damned short to waste trying to convince people to hate things they love or love things they hate.

But that’s why creating a list of “safe” authors without consulting those authors is not a great choice. You’re putting me in a room without asking me if I want to be in it.

If you want to put an author on a list as having a “safe” blog to follow for X thing, there is only one way to know if the author is safe for that thing, and that’s to look at the author’s words about that thing. I don’t think I’ve used words to express my opinion about any of the things on that list either way on this blog.

As it is, I happen to love femslash Victor/Yuuri. And multiple A/B/O fics. And multiple fics with stripper AUs and sexwork. All of those things were on the list of bad things to block people for. When I saw the list, I instantly recognized authors I’ve read and loved–@dadvans @forovnix @lazulisong @sparklingwaterbabie @yuurisvictor @phoenixwaller @savour-y @astoryaboutwar at a first glance, and surely many more if I deep-dived and actually clicked on all the URLs.

By putting me on a “safe” list without consulting me, you’re putting me in a position where if I ever reblog something, or squee about a fic I like, I’m going to be making someone who felt like they were in a safe space feel attacked. I don’t want to do that. 

If you are harmed by seeing a thing, please use the ask box instead of assuming that I also don’t like the thing. Telling people I’m safe for X thing when you haven’t verified is a dick move both to the people you’re telling and to me.

TL;DR ASK PEOPLE INSTEAD OF ASSUMING THEY HATE THE SAME THINGS THAT YOU DO.

When I first started playing MM I instantly recognized that Jumin Han was exactly like my sister when it comes to cats. She has been this way since she was a child. It would take me forever to explain how extra she is about her cats…

Well, she just bought wine for her cats……….W I N E

her: I ordered red and white both…because what if Agent likes white more? I need both kinds.

The Retail Guardian Angel returns!

Back in December I submitted a story about this kind older lady with a purple sweater and a patchwork bucket purse who randomly appeared on one of my rough days, comforted me, and then dumped ten Werther’s (those yummy caramels that grandmas always have here in the states) in my hands.
I saw her again today! Same sweater, same purse, but I was on register instead of on the floor and the minute she walked up to mine, I recognized her instantly. She had a full cart of stuff but during the whole transaction she kept asking me if I was doing ok and if I had already worked a long day, giggling with me over some of the silly things she bought, and just generally kept being the nicest lady I’ve ever helped. She also bought a purse and I asked her if she was gonna trade out the one that she already had and she said, “Oh no, sweetie, I always carry this purse. This is the only bag I’ll ever carry.”
So she paid in cash, then reached into her purse and dumped a handful of coffee Werthers (my absolute favorites) onto my counter and winked at me, saying “I don’t forget, sweetie. Stay strong, and don’t worry!”
And once she left the store, she just vanished. I have a pocket full of caramels and I’m only mostly sure that she’s human.

5

“Naruto only said that Sasuke only traveled for a while. ” ✘
“He’s been traveling FOREVER.” ✔

“She doesn’t remember him because she was too young.” ✘
“I’ve never seen him even once.
Cause I don’t remember.” ✔

“He didn’t tried to kill her, he recognize her instantly. ” ✘
“Are you one of that creeps friend?
The meeting has becoming a nightmare” ✔

“Sakura and Sasuke traveled together. She was with his husbando” ✘
“Sakura CHASED after Sasuke. (while pregnant) Sarada just happened to be born at my hideout.” ✔

“She HAD A MEMORY.” ✘
“Sasuke with two arms, a memory?
Naruto stating that he was never there
Mama, where’s daddy?” ✔

“Welcome home Sasuke-kun.
I’m home Sakura.
She was the only one who wasn’t. She even THOUGHT it was maybe time for it to be soon.
When Sasuke came home, she WANTED (…) , she wanted to talked about so many other things too. ” ✔


Bonus: “It’s HIS hopeful heart what ties me to Konoha.” ✔

This are head canon too I guess? Or I read it wrong? :)
@sakura-uchiha-uzumaki

Fanfiction - A Lifetime of Her (Part III)

Part III – “You don’t know how lovely you are”

Twenty-four

The night was unusually dark, even for the end of September – the scarce light of public illumination swallowed by scraps of mist, like cold long fingers, stretching to capture an unwary victim. But the lack of visible stars caused me more dismay – the feeling of infinity I usually felt gazing above my head, of endless life beyond the flapping of butterflies’ wings of human existence, veiled beyond my reach. I felt small and locked outside of a mystery that made my life more meaningful.

I was walking fast across Princes Street, my hands buried on the pockets of my overcoat, thinking about the job interview I had endured that day – a promising position as a Math teacher for a local high school, very surprising considering my lack of experience and the fact that I was fresh out of college. The headmistress had seemed pleasant and competent, interested in knowing things about my personal life as well as my academic course – inevitably she had asked why I had took almost an entire year off school, four years ago. I had answered truthfully, reassuring her about my full recovery.

To my right I could see the Gardens and the outline of the Scottish National Gallery, one of my favourite places in Edinburgh to relax and spend some free time. Without a second thought, I decided to make a shortcut across the park, which would lead me straight to the neighbourhood where I had rented a small, yet cosy, apartment.

I saw her before I could even hear her – she was standing alone, talking on the phone, close to the museum entrance. She was wearing a long black dress with sleeves, which fitted perfectly her mesmerizing body, kissing her curves with fabric lips – her hair pinned up in a simple but elegant knot. She sounded distressed and – I thought – angry enough to make me want to run in the other direction. I recognized her instantly, even in such different circumstances than those of our last encounter – Claire.

I walked – levitated, really – towards her, without any notion of why I was doing it. Perhaps I meant to thank her for what she had done in the past. Maybe I was fascinated by the idea that, for once, I could be her saviour. She was clearly dressed for an elegant party – as I approached the building, I noticed several people in similar clothing, probably heading for some sort of gala inside.

I could hear her talking more clearly, her voice quick and deadly, like the stab of a dagger. “Fine!” She snapped, suddenly finishing her conversation. Claire looked at her phone with aversion, like she was considering the idea of throwing it to the nearby bushes.

I was near enough for her to notice my presence – without recognizing me, she quickly composed her expression and looked at her phone with pretended interest, fearing any unwanted advances from a strange man in the night.

“Claire?” I called her, as I reached the circle of light streamed through the museum’s doors. Her eyes jumped to mine and softened, as she promptly identified me.

“Jamie!” She greeted me, smiling – her lips were a soft pink with the touch of discrete lipstick. “How are you?”

“Good.” I grinned back – a gesture that almost entirely faded away as I noticed the ring on her finger. It was a sizable diamond, shining like a beacon made of crystal, outrageously dominant on her slender finger. An engagement ring.  “I couldna resist, coming to say hello.”

“It’s so good to see you!” Claire seemed honestly happy and warm – a million miles away from the cold glacier of moments before. “Are you coming to the charity gala too?”

“Ach, nae.” I gave her a lopsided smile and raised my brow. “Is that why ye’re here?”

“Yes.” She shrugged, sliding her phone inside her black satin clutch. “I was waiting for my fiancé but it seems he is…rather busy at the moment. He won’t be coming.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” I said softly, trying to abstract myself of how magnificent she looked – dark as the night, but with millions of stars inside her. “I’m sure ye’ll have a lovely time, nonetheless.”

“I doubt that.” She replied, somewhat conspiratorially. “This night was organized by a friend of my uncle – he was kind enough to invite me in honour of his memory. Actually, I don’t know a living soul inside those doors.” Claire’s eyes darkened, sadness creeping in. “Maybe I’ll just go home and send him my apologies afterwards.”

“No!” I instantly rejected the idea. “Perhaps I could go with ye?” I suggested in a cool tone, praying that I wasn’t about to blush. I pointed to my black attire, matched with a grey tie. “I’m wearing a suit after all.”

“That you are.” She smiled, with a hint of mischief in her eyes. “Do you really don’t mind?” Claire asked, nervously adjusting a stubborn curl that had fled her hairdo. “We could just pretend you’re my fiancé. No one really knows Frank, either way.”

“Of course, lass.” I mockingly offered her my arm for her to hold. “Shall we?”

We entered the party, quickly mingling with the crowd – an assorted array of wealthy men and women, with a taste for art and philanthropy - or for ostentation. Soon enough we had located the canapé and champagne flutes, launching ourselves in a conversation about the artistry on display – or lack of it.

“So, are you fully recovered?” Claire eventually asked me over the live jazz music, that a small band was playing in the corner, a saxophone crying about the loss of an imperfect lover.

“Aye.” I nodded, offering her one of my owlish winks. “I’m so verra thankful for what ye did for me – I…”

“Don’t be silly!” She dismissed emphatically, waving her hand. “I should be the one to thank you!” And seeing my puzzled look, she leaned over and talked closer to my ear. “After what you told me, I went ahead and applied to medical school. I work some shifts as a nurse to pay my bills, but I’m a proud med student!”

“That is wonderful!” I congratulated her, squeezing her hand – soft and capable, warm under my fingers as a pulsing heart. “I’m so glad!”

I convinced her to dance, afterwards. She conceded with an amused smile. We swayed together, amongst other couples – I wasn’t an eager dancer and had no memory of a time when the idea of dancing had seemed appealing to me. But with Claire everything was natural and effortless – every move and word had the magical quality of destiny, of a life finally fulfilled. I tried very hard to overlook the shackles symbolized by her ring, the deafening warning of a tragedy I was powerless to avoid. She had wilfully surrender to the dragon – I couldn’t be her saving knight.

“So what happened to yer fiancé?” I asked tentatively, my hand struggling not to caress her lower back. God, it seemed so easy to touch her, to hold her against me. “Ye seemed distraught.”

“He had a meeting with another faculty assistant.” She pursed her lips in discontent, her eyes avoiding his – hiding her pain and shame. “Something about a spectacular discovery in his newest research.”

“Oh.” I babbled, trying to sound charitable. “Have ye been engaged for a long time?”

“A couple of months.” Claire sighed, her fingers accidentally brushing the back of my neck and making me shiver, preparing to confess her secrets under the protection of the music around us. “Actually, he has been invited to go to America to teach – and asked me to go with him.”

“And will ye?” I asked, almost breathless – pushing down the sudden feeling of panic, like a dark wave that threatened to swallow the skyscrapers of my soul. “Go with him?”

“I honestly don’t know.” She admitted slowly, wincing a little. “But I accepted his proposal so…I should want to go with him, shouldn’t I?”

“I dinna ken much about serious relationships.” I said in a hoarse voice. “But I dinna understand how a man can leave a woman like ye, alone, in such a night. I dinna ken how anything can be more important than being with ye.”

“It’s complicated!” She tried to argue, but her voice lacked the vigour of certainty. “He has to work a lot to get recognized. Sometimes he has to let go of superfluous things, as much as I –“

“Dinna say that!” My voice was a deep rumble, suddenly stripped of all civility. “Ye should be the priority in his life, lass. Ye are a wonderful woman.” I gulped. “Any man deserving of being with ye, should give ye the place ye deserve in his life. Never settle for less, Claire.”

She nodded, looking away to hide the sudden threat of tears. Eventually, her body relaxed and her cheek came to rest in the lapel of my blazer, silently thanking me for my support. I could feel the small movements of her lashes, the hot breath of her life so close to my heart – I never felt more alive, nor more defeated.

We talked and danced the night away – I made her twirl and laugh, until her face was less pale, more like the lively girl in the graveyard, so alive amongst my ghosts.

At the end of the night, I escorted her to a taxi – not daring to offer her my company to her doorway. I feared what the intoxicating mixture of her and the champagne might conjure up.

She smiled – skilfully tucking something inside the pocket of my overcoat – and stood on her toes to kiss my cheek in a tender goodbye. Later, feeling less overwhelmed by the lack of stars, I read her note – “In case you need it. XO”. She had added a phone number underneath the short sentence and a funny smiley face, with abundant curly hair.

I kept her note under my pillow for the next few weeks – a silent dare, urging me to take a leap of faith. I was convinced that my path was fundamentally entwined with Claire’s – it had to be a reason for the insistency of life to place her in my way. She lured me in – fascinated me.

I must have grabbed the phone, adamant on calling her, half a dozen times. Started to dial her phone number – by then carved on my brain with luminescent red ink of desire – at least a dozen more. I mentally prepared our conversation – tried different variations of casualness, honesty and tenderness. I laid awake at night, gazing at the phone, ominous and teasing.

Iffrin!” I desperately reprehended myself one night, almost a month after the gala. I clenched my teeth, breathed deeply several times, and made the call – prepared to invite her for innocent coffee.

“The number you are trying to reach has been disconnected or is no longer in service.” – said the mechanical and metallic voice that took me back to a place with no stars.

About Greek forms of love: Please take note

{About eros and agape mostly, and how they are misrepresented, so *please* don’t scroll past this, I keep seeing posts about things that have nothing to do with what they mean even so many months later!}

OK, Yuri On Ice has a permanent place in my heart and they have done really well in their effort to portray different cultures, countries and their citizens respectfully and accurately. Also the fandom is sweet and respectful and you all do your best to portray unfamiliar concepts well, but for the most part these concepts get misrepresented. So I ’m finally writing this post to explain them properly. So for all of you sweet people who have taken a liking to these concepts and/or like to write fics/meta/edits including them, please take note of the following. I will try to explain as much as I can.

Eros: it’s not physical attraction or sexual love. And it certainly isn’t sex appeal. It’s a passionate emotion that may or may not include sexual attraction, it’s first and foremost romantic love. You may be young and not sexually active or be in the asexual spectrum and still be in love. Basically anywhere you ‘d use “x is in love” that’s where you ‘ll use eros.  In love = feels eros. In short, eros is passionate romantic love. You can follow this up with adding the precise feelings and types of attraction x person feels (romantic, sensual, sexual, aesthetic attraction). The word erotic originates from eros and it often means something sexual, but that’s a part of eros not the definition. In modern Greek we say x is erotevmeni/os (f/m) which means x is in love, we don’t say x feels eros (sexual feelings/attraction).

That “show me your eros” line? Completely nonsensical and really irritating. It makes eros sound like it means sex appeal or sexuality when it means the feeling of being passionately and irrevocably in love!!

I ‘ll quote myself from another post: Someone who feels eros for another person doesn’t necessarily love them in an unconditional way, they just have strong feelings (see above) about them. How they act in a relationship largely depends on the nature of the person in question (if they are egoistical, possessive or thoughtful and respectful).

And this is where you can find one of the differences from agape. Because

Agape: In it’s first and foremost definition it’s unconditional love. Yes, in Greek it’s also used as simply love, like it does in English, (but not always, you wouldn’t say I love this post it’s meant for people/animals or things you feel really strongly about “I love my job”. You‘d use “really like”.) So while it can be used as simply love, it’s true meaning is unconditional love, and it comes in every form, between friends/lovers/parents & children/family menbers/anyone. The best example in the show is both Yuuri and Viktor being willing to give up their skating careers for the other to be happy. But the issue that bothers me the most is the godlike agape I keep seeing. There’s nothing about agape that relates to the christian god whatsoever. You can use it if your god means a lot to you to describe your love for him or the love you believe he feels for you as well. But that is one use out of many and it has nothing to to do with the true meaning of the word which by the way originated in the ancient times. And personally it irks me to no end to see a word that means unconditional love be used for a god whose whole legacy is allowing his believers (and everyone else) to get hurt, tortured, killed and what else, oftentimes in his name. But that’s a rant for another time. In short, agape means unconditional love or simply love, and can be used to describe any type of feelings (platonic, romantic, parental etc.)

Also, when a person feels eros combined with agape, it is true unconditional romantic love. It’s the type of love we see in great love stories, where the characters are so in love and care for the one they love so much that they are willing to sacrifice themselves or things important to them in order for their loved one to be happy.

Moving on to other forms of love I ‘ve seen explored.

Philia: love between friends, friendship.

Storgi: it’s not family love or parental love. It’s one way agape manifests, it is tenderness/fondness/affection. It comes in every form of love stated above. If I am feeling storgi about you I am feeling warm and fuzzy affection about you and if I am going to show you that, it will be with tender gestures, like a caress, a hug, a homemade meal, with my being a good listener when you need me to. I ‘ll show you by taking care of you. It is mostly used when talking about gestures rather than feelings.

Philautia: Narcissistic, egoistic, extreme self adoration, a word that is never ever used in Modern Greek and most Greeks will give you a puzzled look if you use it and will have to open a dictionary to remember it. The main reason it’s worth a mention is because everyone in the fandom upon hearing the definition instantly recognizes: JJ.

So, that’s all I can think of right now, I wasn’t planning to write a post like that, (and it’s unpolished and imperfect, having written it fairly quickly) but I have seen too many posts misrepresenting these concepts for me to stomach it any longer. On that subject, I ‘ll say once again that everyone who has tried to tackle these concepts has been respectful and done their best to portray them accurately even if sometimes they didn’t manage to do so. I am more sour about the show to be honest, they should have done better research. Even so, the end result was so great and YOI means so much to me personally that in the end, it’s fine :).

If anyone needs help with understanding and using these concepts, or for anything Greek related feel free to message me, I ‘ll do my best to help you out :)

Dear Journal,

This morning I got woken up by Lily and Teddy both jumping on the bed.

“Today’s the day! You’re getting married!” She said.

I smiled instantly. Merlin, today was the day.. I’ve been waiting for this moment since Sirius proposed in 7th year. Teddy jumped in my arms and I hugged him tightly.

“Have you slept well love?” I asked Teddy, remembering how cuddled up we fell asleep.

He nodded with a big smile on face. I kissed both of his cheeks and placed his messy curls.

“Maybe you should go wake up Padda love, we don’t want him to show up at the wedding in pyjama’s!” I said, hugging Teddy once again.

“Okay! Kissie!” Teddy said, making a kissy face.

I gave him a quick kiss and he ran to the door with Lily following him. I colapsed on my bed and smiled to myself. I was nervous but so excited to marry Sirius. I started getting ready and Lily came back with her dress on. She looked breathtakingly beautiful.

“Wow Lily.. You look amazing!” I said, hugging her again.

“Thank you Remus.. Do you mind if I get ready here? I don’t want you to be alone.” She said, her smile still present.

“It’s okay, I actually need help with my hair.. they’re a bit messy and I can’t style them properly.. Can you help me?” I asked.

She placed my curls so they would stay on place all day long. I felt a bit fancy with all those hair products in my curls!

As I was putting on my suit, I heared a knock on the door. Mum and Dad.

“Oh Honey look at you!” Mum said with tears in her eyes.

“Mum please you’re going to make me cry!” I said, hugging her small figure.

“I’m so proud of you my son.” Dad said, joining the hug.

“I love you both..” I whispered.

Teddy then came rushing in with a piece of paper in his small hand.

“Padda is awake!” He yelled, handing me the paper.

“Thank you Teddy. Do you want to go get ready with grandpa?” I asked.

“Okay!” He smiled, taking dad’s hand.

I unfolded the piece of paper and instantly recognized Sirius’ neat handwritting.

“I can’t wait to marry you my love… See you down the aisle.. Sirius xox”

I smiled and hugged the paper to my heart. Sirius was maybe a badboy heartbraker but sometimes he was just as romantic. I folded the paper and placed it into my suit pocket so it could be with me all day long. I couldn’t wait to put it in my memory box at home. I started working on my bow tie but Sirius usualy helps me with it. Mum noticed my strugle and helped me tie it beautifuly and whispered in my ear.

“You know, I always knew you two would end up together. The way you talked about him and the way he looked at you.. it was written in the sky.” She said.

“I love him so much mum.” I smiled.

“Oh honey I know you do. I’m so glad you found someone perfect for you. You found the right man.” She smiled.

She then left to go get her hair done with Lily. I was alone in my room, ready as I’ll ever be. I stared at my reflexion. One of my old scars could be seen on my neck but I didn’t think about it because I knew Sirius loves them. I took out my vows and read them again. Was it too cheesy? I hope not.. Suddently I heared a soft knock in the door. I instanlty recognized the voice.

“Moons?” Sirius asked.

“Pads? Don’t come in here you’ll break the tradition!” I said, running to the door.

“I won’t love.. I won’t.. I just wanted to hear your voice that’s all..” He said.

I leaned my back against the wooden door and closed my eyes, imagining Sirius’ face in my head.

“I’m nervous Pads..” I said.

“It’s just me love.. don’t be nervous..” he said.

“I just want to hold your hand.. It would calm me.” I said.

The door cracked open and his hand peaked in. I took it and squeezed it.

“I can’t wait to see you..” he said.

“Me too..”

After a few minutes, James entered and told me it was time. The room we had reserved was actually a rooftop from which we could see the Eiffel tower. It was beautiful. The flowers made it even prettier. Lily was holding her flowers, ready to walk the aisle with Teddy’s hand in hers.

“You can do this Remus.” She smirked.

I took a deep breath and the music started. My heart started pounding. Lily took Teddy’s hand and walked down the aisle to the music. My mum was the one walking me down the aisle. I felt safe with her by my side. She wrapped her arm around mine and smiled. That was it. It was our moment. Sirius’ and I.

I walked down the aisle and the moment I saw Sirius, I felt all my worries go away. He was so handsome. Merlin I was lucky. His black hair neatly placed, his flushed cheeks and his shaky hands. Suddently I just wanted to run and jump in his arms. He was biting his lip and tears were running down his cheeks. James had a big smile on his face and also had his hand on Sirius’ shoulder. Sirius’ eyes never left mine. He wipped his tears away and smiled. When I arrived at the altar, I gave my mum a kiss and Sirius took both of my hands. I looked into his grey eyes and he mouthed me something while the priest talked.

“We gather here to unite these two lovers in marriage..” The priest said.

“You look beautiful.” Sirius mouthed, not caring about the wedding that was going on.

I smiled and blushed.

“I love you” I mouthed back.

To be honest, I wasn’t really listening to the priest either. He was saying some nonsence! I couldn’t stop looking at Sirius. His eyes were still a bit glossy but he looked so handsome. I got woken up from my dreamland when I heared the priest say some important words.

“It is now time for you both to read your vows.” He said, nodding so I could go first.

“Hum.. okay. My dear Sirius, I can’t even put to words how much you mean to me. Believe me, I would write it in the sky, carve it on mountains and scream it on rooftops. Since the day I met you, I had this feeling in my stomach. The feeling that makes you happy. After all these years of me loving you, the feeling is still there. I want it to be there until my heart beats his last beat because I know that my heart will always beat for you. Yesterday you asked me if I thought we were meant to happen.. I would say it’s more than that. We were made for eachother. I love you so much Sirius. I will always love you, to the moon and back…” I said, looking up from my shaking hands holding the paper.

Sirius was crying and smiling at the same time. I wanted to kiss him. To hug him. He wipped his tears away and took his paper out of his pocket, his hands shaking.

“Well, it’ll be hard to top that.. okay..When I was younger.. Before I went to Hogwarts .. I always thought I would hate my life. I thought I would have to live with a pureblood wife.. I didn’t want this life.. But when I saw you Remus, I knew anything was possible. I knew i could be loved and more important, i knew I could be with someone I love. I was always taught that love wasn’t real. That you couldn’t fall in love. But when I saw you I found it hard to believe. Imagining my life without you is painful. You are my whole world Remus. We’ve been through so much.. I love you.. to the moon and back…” he said, tears running down his cheeks.

I was also crying. Merlin I loved him so much. I extended my hand to wipe his tears away which made our family and friends laugh. The priest smiled and continued talking.

“Remus John Lupin, do you take Sirius Orion Black to be your husband? Do you promise to be faithful to him in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love him and to honor him all the days of your life?” He asked.

I smiled and looked into Sirius’ eyes.

“I do.”

“Sirius Orion Black, do you take Remus John Lupin to be your husband? Do you promise to be faithful to him in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love him and to honor him all the days of your life?” He repeated.

“I do” Sirius said, looking into my eyes.

“ I can now pronounce you.. Husband and Husband!” The priest laughed. “You may now kiss.”

Sirius layed his hands on my cheeks and crashed his lips on mine. It was the best kissed we ever shared. Our family and friends were all cheering. Teddy ran to us and Sirius picked him up so we could have a family hug.

We spent the night with our friends and family. It was amazing. Everyone was so happy for us. We danced a lot! It was the best night of our lives. James even made a speach using only words with no a’s which was pretty funny to listen to. It was perfect.

When it was getting really late, everyone came back to the hotel. Teddy was asleep in his car seat and it was adorable. James and Lily were going to babysit him for our first night as husbands. James had told us that they would take care of him and we could have fun.

“C'mon we all know you’re going to have some fun.. Soooo we got you two a royal suite!!” James said, smirking.

“Are you insane!!” I said.

“Nope! You two go have fun.” He smirked, giving us the royal suite key.

Sirius and I walked to the room and it was beautiful! The bed was giant! Sirius and I laughed because we always joke about how we can both sleep in a single bed, cuddled up. Just like our Hogwarts times.

“Okay, my dear husband, now we get you out of this suit.” Sirius laughed.

We both undressed slowly. Sirius kissed every inch of my body while my hands touched every inch of his. His broad shoulders were full of marks. So was my neck and collarbone. Our hands tangled in eachothers hair. It was slow and pleasurable. We kissed and kissed and kissed.. It was perfect. Being alone with Sirius made me happy. Plus, he kept calling me “husband” and I couldn’t stop smiling. Once we collapsed on the bed, panting and sweating, Sirius laughed.

“Oh my god..” Sirius said.

“What?”

“We just had sex for the first time as husbands!” He said.

I just started laughing.

“Merlin you’re so funny!” I giggled.

“C'mere.. I want to cuddle you.” He said, wrapping his arms around me.

“Your vows were beautiful..” i said.

“You think so? Yours made me cry!” He chuckled.

“I love you.” I said, kissing him.

“I love you too baby.”

“Wanna get some sleep?” I asked.

“Yeah.. I’m exhausted.. Goodnight my Husband.” He said, kissing my forehead and then my lips.

“Goodnight my husband.. It’s weird to finally say it.” I chuckled.

“It is. But i can get use to it. It suits you well.” He smiled.

“I love you Sirius.” I said.

“I love you too.”

We fell asleep cuddled into one another. His hands on my bare back and mine on his bare chest. We were united. We were finally married.

-Remus
May 20th 1998

A LONELY NIGHT | Bucky x Reader

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A/N: Inspired by this song of the same name by The Weeknd. This is Winter Soldier Bucky that is out during a mission rather than the lovable goof we know in present times. Smut warning (I figured it’s been a while since I’ve given you some). Anything in italics is a flashback!


a lonely night

baby girl I loved you on a lonely night

it was the only time

and if I led you on then I apologize

You recognized him instantly when he entered the club you frequented. The swagger in his step is what gave him away, the same as the first night you met him. You watched as he effortlessly walked to one of the booths, watching the dancers in the cages around the room. You longed for his eyes on your body again. It had been almost a year since you last saw him but you would never forget that night. Not for as long as you lived.

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Four word prompt: "S'gonna be okay darling"

The sun was peeking through the blinds as I blinked away the sleep, a slow smile stretching across my face as I felt the rise and fall of Harry’s breathing against my cheek, my arms twined around his waist. It was his day off today. I had just finished exams and tomorrow I was flying with him to LA while he did promo for his new album. I pressed kisses to his back, only waking him because we had both slept in much later than usual.

He groaned and I leaned over to lightly nibble on his earlobe, “Good morning.”

He started to blink slowly as I kissed over his shoulders. He groaned again as I pulled him so he was lying flat on his back and I crawled over him, straddling his waist and then pressing my body to his chest like a koala bear. He chuckled and put a hand to my back, lightly scratching my bare skin.

“Good morning.” His voice was low and raspy and I closed my eyes at the sound as he kissed my hair. “What do you want to do today?”

“A whole lot of nothing.” I said snuggling deeper into his arms.

He laughed, “Then why’d you wake me?”

I propped my head up so my chin rested on his chest, “I missed you.”

He rolled his eyes, “You’re pathetic.”

I rested my head back on his chest, “Maybe, but you still love me.”

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