its hard to put it into words but just accept my feelings ok

Daddy Issues

Pairing: JungKook & Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Summary: A top student, marks always high. College was not a dream for her…Except she didn’t have enough money. Her parents never earned much so they literally took care of themselves. Her boss acting as a dick towards her she quited her job. Even though she had no idea what she let herself into this was her only option.

Other Chapters:  2  -  3  -  4 - 5 - 6 - 7

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So…. I’m crying.
I’ve actually been crying for hours.
Well one word: Seventeen.

Originally posted by wonnhao

I spent so many days in worry. When I heard that Seventeen are changing their concept I was extremely worried. After all,what I have noticed is that some people do not  accept change. They expect a group to have the same branding forever.

Originally posted by indigyu

So like I said, I was worried.

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Punish Me [a James March smut]

Request: Can u please make a James March imagine where he’s married to the reader & someone flirts with her & she goes along with it to tease him & he takes her back to their room & “punishes” her for seducing other men ? (You’re the best page on tumblr ILY.)

a/n: ok so i did smut, first time writing it so tell me if its good or nah and i might do more REQUEST CLOSED


Recently your sex life with James has been nonexistent. He’s been too busy mentoring John to even have a nice dinner with you. Tonight is the last straw. He hasn’t shown up yet and you can’t take anymore. You grab your ruby red shawl, draping it around your shoulders while you descend down the golden staircase to the lobby. A handsome man stares at you, smiling, and begins to walk towards you.

He hands you a shot glass, which you gladly accept. “I saw you from across the room and I just had to come talk to you.” He flashes his sparkling teeth, sitting down next to you. His jawline isn’t as sharp as James’, nor is his eyes the same, instead a mix between blue and green. “What’s your name, gorgeous?” He asks, putting his hand on top of yours.

“Y/N. And you, handsome?” You flirt back, moving your hand out of his and taking a chug of your shot. Your hand rests on his wrist as he tells you his name, slowly inching up his gray suit sleeve; his eyes follow your every move, watching with a smirk. “What would you say about going to your room to get to know each other?” You wink. He’s not your husband but you can’t help it, you need some release.

Before the man can answer, your husband towers over the two of you. His face is bright red and his brown eyes are a shade darker, appearing black. “I would highly appreciate if I could speak to MY wife in private.” He fumes, ripping your hand from the man’s suit and dragging you to the elevator. Teasingly, you wave your fingers over your shoulder; James rolls his eyes, shoving you in the small space. “When the doors open, I want you in our room, do you understand, dearest?” He purrs in your ear; you nod, sashaying out of the doors.

As you strut down the hallway, you make sure to sway your hips, smirking when you get in the room. Not even a minute later, the tan door slams behind James. His dress shoes pad on the carpet and he looks at you like an animal about to attack his prey. You cross your legs, sitting on the plush bed.

He peers down, pushing you back on the mattress forcefully. “Now, Mrs. March, what have I told you about seducing other men?” He grunts, running his big hands up your body; you gasp when his fingers plunge in between your breasts, ripping your black dress. A smirk tickles his lips, seeing you fully naked.

Whimpering while his nimble fingers hover above your breasts, you arch your back, aching for contact. “Not to.” You breath, raking your hands down his brown vest, popping the gold buttons.  “James, please, I need-” You gasp, feeling one of his long fingers dig into your sex.

Smacking your hand away, he tsks you, puckering his lips. The finger curls in a ‘come here’ motion and you cry out, balling the satin sheets in your fists. “You have been a very, very naughty girl. Disobeying my orders, flirting with other men in my presence… Tonight you will not touch me unless told otherwise,  or I will tie you to the bed and leave you, understood?” He snarls, biting your neck hard enough to draw blood; you scream, nodding. “Use your words, darling.”

“Yes, Mr. March!” You moan as he smacks your thigh. He smirks; loving the way his name drips from your lips. Ducking his head, he removes his fingers, popping them into his mouth and sucking your juices. After they’re clean, they latch onto your hips tight enough to create bruises. His tongue soon collides with your pussy, licking a long stripe up the center.

Out of habit, your hand flies to his hair, tugging on the short black curls. His tongue retracts in his mouth and he peers up at you through his thick lashes. “Darling, you disobeyed me again tonight.” He sighs, standing up on his knees; you shake your head. “Ah, what a shame;  I was enjoying myself…” He grunts, undoing his ascot from his neck and grabbing your wrist. You struggle, pulling away from the bedpost. “Alas, I warned you, did I not?” He groans, slamming your wrist to the wood and tying it.

You pout, other hand cupping his groin, making his breath hitch. Palming him, he grows aroused, leaning on the bedpost. “Am I being naughty to Mr. March? Is he going to punish me? Hmm?” You smirk, batting your eyelashes as you unzip his trousers. He glares at you, watching you pull his pants down, letting his cock spring free; hard as fuck. “It looks like he wants me just as bad as I want him, does he not?” You mock, wrapping your hand around his dick and pumping it once.

James moans, letting your wrist go. He lines up with your core, ramming into you at a fast pace, not giving any time to adjust to his size. A scream escapes from your lips and you tear his white dress shirt off, so you can drag your nails down his muscular back, surely leaving bright red marks. Sweat forms on his forehead with each thrust, slowly becoming sloppy. “You-are-mine!” He grunts, out of breath.

Whimpers leave your mouth while he empties inside you; his fluid mixing with yours. “James!” You shout; he thrusts into you one last time before pulling out. You both lay beside each other, gazing at the ceiling. “Mrs. March needed you to sex her up.” You pant as your husband smirks. Score one for James Patrick March.

Maid - Joker x Reader imagine part 2 :)

a/n: ok im super nervous about this one. i was requested to do a daddy smut w joker so ill try :) and let me tell you what this joker is like, he’s passionate here about.. making love sooo yeah AND he’s not 100000% maniacal, just a little bit of a maniac. here it goes 

a/n: update - im eating a banana rn :D

characters: Jared Leto!Joker, Reader

warnings: smut, swearing, daddy kink

Ever since the encounter with Mr. J two weeks ago, he was the only thing on my mind. How unfair, I get him as my only thought subject while he gets to have other things on his mind. Like… His business, Batman, police, his henchmen and other problems. I bet he doesn’t think about me at all. But God do I hope he does. What am I to him? A maid? A fuck toy? No thanks. He said he had a liking in me, does that mean I mean something more to him than just sex? I hope. 

Well, I can’t hope for that. We can’t have feelings for each other, that would be wrong - he’s my boss. If he uses me just for sex - that would partly be acceptable. No, no that wouldn’t be. Jesus, what’s gotten into me lately? Have I caught feelings for him? Him? 

If we could keep it as just sex, it would save heartbreak for everyone. I wouldn’t be complaining. I’m not complaining, the sex was just… wow. The best I’ve had. And, it was the only time for me and him. Did he not like me in bed? What if I was bad at it? Oh my God, I hope not.

Every day I was longing for his touch, but the only thing I received was looks and orders. This was really frustrating me. He was so complicated, I couldn’t figure him out in any way. I guess that was his goal. To be mysterious and unpredictable, closed to everyone around. Mr. J was giving me a hard time.

I was cleaning the boss’s own bedroom - which didn’t need much cleaning, but I cleaned it anyway cause there was nothing else to do - when I heard an echo of a door being shut. He must have come back from business. I heard shouts that seemed like happy ones echoing through the house, but just kept cleaning. Guess Mr. J had successful business today. 

I spotted a gun on the floor and bent to pick it up.It was quite heavy.  I hoped my uniform didn’t go up too high because if someone walked in, there would be quite a funny situation. I reached the gun and picked it up, straightening my posture so it would be more comfortable for me to look at it. It was-

“I would prefer the other position, doll.” I heard him speak from far behind me. My body froze, not knowing what to do. I had just picked up his gun. Oh my God, I’m so dead. Had he been watching me? I was so scared I couldn’t even think of what to say, I couldn’t move an inch. Okay, whatever happens, happens.

My breathing was heavy and quiet as I heard him walk up to me from behind and put his firm hands on my hips. What was happening?

“Be a good girl for Daddy and put that thing down, baby girl.” Mr. J spoke lowly and dominantly in my ear, his breath tingling my skin. I swear, my heart almost jumped out of its cage. I was scared, but also turned on a bit. Wait, did he ask me to put it back? But that would mean bending over again. I could just put it on the night stand. Yeah, let’s go with that option. I slowly, with my body shaking, bent forward and put the small weapon on the night stand, with his grip on me tight. 

“Oh baby,” he almost moaned in my ear. “Obedient today, are we?” He said as I bent back up. He pulled me even closer to his front and I could feel his boner through the fabrics of our clothing (a/n: gOD HELP ME I HAVENT WRITTEN SMUT IN LIKE A YEAR SHBSH I FEEL LIKE IM SINNING). I sucked in a sharp breath at the realisation that he was turned on by me. Wait, was it me? Oh my God what’s happening. “Not talking, either?” He asked and laughed lowly. He was turning me on, christ.

Suddenly Mr. J turned me around to face him and pull our bodies even closer, if that was possible at this point. I finally saw him for the first time today and we were finally as close to each other as last time. He looked pretty good, his shirt was unbuttoned at the top, showing a bit of his pale chest and tattoos and he had a slight smirk on his face. My mouth unvoluntarily fell agape at the sight before me.

“Do you like what you see, doll?” He said and raised my chin up to him with his hand. His eyes were focused on my face, as if searching my features. “C'mon, talk to me. You haven’t said a word.”

“Y-yes, sir, I-”

“It’s Daddy to you now.” He butted in.

“Yes, D-daddy,” I hesitated a bit. I know I was quite young to be working here - I finished high school a year ago, and he was a few years older than me, but his ‘daddy’ fetish was a little weird. “I j-just-”

“You look like something’s bothering you, can you tell Daddy what’s wrong?”

Can I? I mean, it has to do with him. Nah, I won’t let my self-consciousness ruin this perfect moment.

“It’s n-nothing, nothing’s bothering me, Daddy.”

“Really? Are you not lying to me, baby girl?”

“No, Daddy.”

“I love how it sounds when you say it.” Joker growls at me, making me shiver. His left hand makes its way up my back and soon he’s holding the back of my neck tightly, making me gasp. 

He pulls my face closer to his and connects our lips. Oh, so that’s what’s happening. I hesitate at first, but then put my hands around his neck and kiss him back. The way he kissed me was… with power, force and lust. I loved the combination. 

I moaned when he bit down on my lower lip with his metal teeth, there was more pleasure than pain. He grunted with a smirk and untied the bow that was holding my uniform together and threw it somewhere on the floor. I kicked off my heels before he pulled down my tights, all while our lips moved in sync.

Joker pulled away abruptly, making me whine at the loss of contact. He then tightened his grip on my neck and I got it as my que to be quiet.

“Now, baby girl,” he said, moving his hands to my back, “I’m gonna lay you down.” He said and did as promised, slowly, almost teasingly, laying my back first down on his bed. The covers felt like silk against my bare thighs, they were so soft. Joker leans back up and removes his… armory. He looked great from this point of view. He looked good from every angle, actually.

“You know,” he starts speaking matter-of-factly, ”you’re lucky I’m in a good mood today. Business went really well, so I’ve got nothing to be angry about. And to come home to such a great view of baby girl cleaning up… makes my day even better.” He finished, opening the lower buttons of his shirt.

“Aren’t you lucky to have me here, all just for you, Daddy?” I asked in a sweet voice, trying to ignore the hundred questions in my mind.

“Of course I am, my dear doll.” He said before getting on the bed and situating himself above me. “But now… it’s time to play a little bit.” He said, stroking my cheek with the back of his hand. “What do you say?”

“Sure, Daddy.” I said barely above a whisper. Joker showed me his wicked smile and leaned down to kiss me again. I loved how rough, but soft his lips were, I loved the feeling of them. Mr. J’s hips pressed down on mine and his hands moved up to push my dress off of me. Once it was over my head, he threw it somewhere behind us. Now he was fully clothed with his purple shirt hanging on his torso and I was in only my black matching underwear.

Joker then sat up straight and his eyes raked over my body, mine watching him intently.

“We’ve got something beautiful here.” He stated loudly with a lustful smile. “Aren’t you beautiful, my dear?” He asked rethorically and I couldn’t help but to giggle and bite my lip. I watched as his face lowered down to my neck and he started slowly leaving rough kisses on my skin. I moaned as he traced his lips down my body, the valley of my breasts and he stopped at the middle of my tummy. 

“Look at me, doll.” He said quite sternly. I opened my eyes and looked down at him staring at me, his chin resting on my stomach. “Tell me what you want.” He said. He then turned his head so his cheek was on my stomach and his hands were resting under my body. “What do you want… What do you want… What do you want… Tell me, tell me, tell me…” he said, playing with the skin of my back.

“What re the options, Daddy?” I asked, in a half-moan. This all was turning me on so badly I just wanted him to take me right there, right now.

“Well… we could always just go with the boring option… or we could play games… or I could use my fingers, lips or any toy to make you, doll, pleased.” He said with joy filled eyes. “Today’s your day, baby girl. Daddy’s already happy, and he’ll be even more happy if his doll is.” He finished and I smiled at him. “So make your choice, darling.”

“Oh, Daddy, I would love to have your fingers work wonders on me…” I moaned out. 

“Beg for it, baby girl.”

“Oh, please, please, please, Daddy, I want your fingers so bad.” I whined, shutting my eyes closed. “Daddy, please.”

“You sound desperate, doll, so…” He rose up in a sitting position, straddling the sides of my hips. “I will give you what you want.” Mr. J said, tracing his fingers all over my face, moving them just the way to arouse me. I bet my panties were so wet it was visible. Jesus Christ, the things this man made me feel… 

His fingers moved down to my neck, then to my bra covered chest, kneading and touching it perfectly. Where has he been? He knows how to please a woman so well. He ripped my bra in half and threw it away. Multiple moans left my mouth, getting louder each time.

“Yes, baby, be loud, I love to hear you.” Joker encouraged me, moving his fingers further down my body and stopping just above my underwear. “Where do you want my fingers, doll?” He teased, tracing the line of my underwear with his fingers. “Do you want them…” he said, suddenly cupping my heat and making my back arch up from his bed. “There? Would that be okay with you?” Joker leaned in close to my face, his other hand supporting my back, so we were both sitting up. I put my arms around his neck. “Speak.” He growled.

“Y-yes, Daddy,” I managed to choke out. “Right there.” I said just before Joker pressed on my underwear, beginning to trace circles after. “Daddy, that feels s-so good….” I moaned out, dipping my fingers into his skin. He teased my center before moving my underwear to the side and continuing his work without a fabric bothering. “Daddy, please….”

“What? What is it?” Joker asked. “You don’t like it if I tease you, huh? You don’t like that?” He asked with a fake pout on his lips. 

“M-more, please, Daddy…” I begged. I bet there was a satisfied smirk on his face, but I didn’t see. His finger entering me had my eyes closed shut and mouth wide open, high pitched moans leaving it. “Oh, yes…” I sighed in pleasure, only to be interrupted when he added another finger, nearly reaching my G-spot. I almost screamed when he did that, it was more of like a scream and a moan mixed together. Mr. J began to circle them both around in me, bringing me closer to my release any second.

“Are you going to cum on my fingers like the naughty girl you are?” He huskily spoke in my ear, making me near my orgasm even faster. “Go on, do it. Come all over Daddy’s fingers, baby.” He spoke and that was all it took. My body shook, if I hadn’t been holding onto his neck, I’d probably hit the bed hard. With many moans and Mr. J holding me, I finally came to my release.

“Baby, that was wonderful.” He spoke with an audible smirk. I opened my eyes and looked at him, he raised his fingers in my view and licked them clean, humming. “You taste so sweet. I wish I could taste more of you, but not tonight…” Joker said and then leaned forward and kissed me… passionately? It must be a hallucination from the mind-blowing orgasm I just had. With as much energy as I had left, I kissed him back, being laid back down on the mattress under Joker’s body. “Now, baby girl, I hope you can take one more.” 

“Of course I can, Daddy.” I replied with a smile. “I can do anything for you.”



“Perfect.” He says and connects our lips again. Joker’s hands then reached down to his pants to unzip them. Soon enough the only thing he was wearing was the shirt, which barely covered anything except his arms. He pulled my panties down my legs and leant back over me. My hands slithered on his chest, reaching under the shirt and tugging it off. Mr. J quickly took it off himself, showing me the whole glory, aka his body. God, he was truly something. I ran my hands over both of his biceps, admiring how strong they were, he was. All his tattoos looked so good on his white skin, it was a total contrast

“Doll, you’ll have another time to analyze my body, but it’s not now.” Joker spoke, aligning himself with my entrance. “I believe we have something better to do now, don’t we?” He said before pushing all the way in, making me yelp out loudly. I had forgot how roughly gentle he was during sex, god… I loved it. I loved everything about him. 

“Please, faster..” I moaned out. Soon enough I got what I wanted, Joker and me both moaning in sync. He kissed down my neck while pounding into me like there was no tomorrow, totally leaving a hickey here and there.

“Are you close, baby?” He whispered lowly.

“I am now…” I said.

“Are you going to cum for the second time tonight, doll?” He teased, knowing just how to speak to get me cum sooner. “Aren’t you a naughty little slut for Daddy?”

“Y-yes, Daddy, I am…” It was so hard to speak while he was so deep in me, he was already touching my G-spot again. “Can you p-please go.. Ah! Deeper…” I asked, knowing it’d hurt a bit, but it would be worth it. Joker pushed harder, deeper into me, stretching me out a bit more than before. A string of moans came past my lips when he went probably balls deep in me, and it felt so amazing. “I’m s-so, so close, Daddy…” I moaned out, pulling him closer to me and scratching my nails against the skin of his back.

“Cum, baby, cum for me…” He said shakily, shooting his load in me just as I came undone. My legs were shaking and we were both sweating and breathing heavily. He pulled his member out of me and collapsed on the bed next to me. Now one thing I knew about him was that he couldn’t let anyone see him defeated or just… done in general. But he looked quite exhausted now, beaten down. 

J looked at me and turned my face in his direction by grabbing my chin. My eyelids were dropping close already, I could barely see him in front of me. 

“Rest, my doll.” He said. “You did amazing.” Him kissing my lips was the last thing I felt before totally blacking out.



Tom Holland x Reader (Includes Zendaya and Harrison)

Word Count: 3050ish

Warnings: Suggestive themes because of the song, light cursing, Blushy!Tom, some dirty jokes, the movie Get Out spoilers

Lyrics from:   Bruno Mars – 24K Magic

Billy Joel – Uptown Girl

                       Beyoncé – Partition

A/N: I decided to get off my lazy but and write this for @wingsanddarkness because they requested this a while ago right when my writer’s block hit. This is way longer than it should be

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anonymous asked:

Writing prompt: Neil and Andrew talking about touching and consent

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oK so i’m an absolute mess n i wasn’t sure how to take n this n i’m sleep deprived n it’s past midnight n i have a feeling this may be horrendous but it’s too late i’ve committed now

also this kinda became angsty?? but it get better i swear and i managed to avoid triggering shit so i guess there’s one achievement

Like most moments or conversations that hold even a sliver of significance, it starts on the roof. The autumn air is just cold enough to make skin hurt, just cold enough to be an anchor and remind them where they are, who they are, how things are - to stop them from sinking a little too deep into their own minds - and such sensation intermingled with that of each other’s presence is enough to leave Neil feeling so soft and safe he really can’t even try to suppress his smile as he shifts his body around to face Andrew, the crunch of gravel beneath him as he moves grounding him even more. He’s finally himself, finally able to smile at the notion of being completely himself, trying more and more to clutch tightly to that sense of self and it feels like flying, equally unequivocally freeing and undeniably terrifying.

 Andrew’s eyes on him contrast the cool air, the gaze burning into his cheek as his left index finger reaches towards the other side of Neil’s face, digging into the flesh of his cheek hard enough to redirect his line of sight to Andrew. Neil finds himself once again trying to suppress a smile at the fact even Andrew Minyard wants attention sometimes, no matter how unconventionally he gets it, but this line of thought gets halted in its tracks when he hears the words “Yes or no?”

“It’s always yes with you,” is Neil’s default answer at this point; it comes slipping out of his mouth like a reflex. It’s enough - Andrew leans closer to him, his hands slide up to cup Neil’s face, it’s all very slow and sensual and the sunset makes everything feel eight times more wondrous and they’re so close he can see the blonde tips of Andrew’s eyelashes and even they are getting blurrier and it’s good. It’s really, really good.

But they don’t kiss. Their lips brush against each other and it’s uncharacteristically soft and warm and Neil’s just about to start applying more pressure even if it is against his better judgement when Andrew mutters “Stop saying stupid shit.” against his mouth before pulling back, leaving Neil cold and confused. And ever-so-slightly irritated, even if he knows he shouldn’t be and a horrible guilty feeling arises in his stomach at such a thought.

“We’ve had this discussion before,” he says boldly, eyes trained on Andrew’s as the hands on his face slide down to either side of his neck. “It’s hardly my fault that you can’t accept the truth.”

“I’m not the one with issues with the truth.” Andrew replies flawlessly, his face falling into a blank expression and his voice clear and bored all over again and Neil’s irritated at such a sudden regain of self-control and the recollection of such a topic again.

“I told you I’d stop lying to you. I promised.”

“And yet here we are.” Andrew’s hands slip away from Neil’s skin and the cold feels even more biting now, on areas that had just been almost on fire. He shifts until his body is facing the edge of the roof again, legs hanging off the side, no longer looking at or even acknowledging Neil’s presence - an easy indicator that he’s trying not to feel something for Neil again (his guess this time is annoyance).

“I’m not lying to you.”

“You are.” Andrew’s eyes map the sky. “‘Always’ is a lie.”

“‘Always’ is a word,” Neil snaps back.

“Words have meanings, idiot.” Andrew says, and it’s as close to acknowledgement as Neil knows he’s going to get. “‘Always’ isn’t trustworthy.”

“Why?” Something somewhere inside of Neil already knows the answer to this question, he thinks, but it seems necessary to ask anyway. He’s not always the greatest at judgement, apparently.

“I don’t trust you to say no.” Andrew replies, and there it is. Cards on the table. And now Neil finds himself turning away, legs hanging off the side of the roof and body facing outwards, watching the sky instead of the indeterminable expression on Andrew’s face, because it’s too much. Looking at Andrew is too much. There’s a horrible feeling rooted somewhere inside him that he can’t quite place but it feels like it’s about to consume him and there’s a lump in his throat. He wants to ask for more - for an explanation, but the words “I don’t trust you” have successfully rendered him utterly speechless. He remembers that feeling of smug pride that had filled him when his words had been enough to render Andrew speechless, and the thought is good but at the same time bittersweet. He can’t help but hope Andrew isn’t feeling that same sense of achievement.

Andrew’s legs are kicking, he notices, and it’s almost a good sign. There are parts of Andrew he can read like a book at this point, and kicking his legs puts him off balance. Enhances his fear. Makes him feel something. Allows him to claim any feeling his revelation has conjured up to be fear. Andrew may be unapologetically honest, but Neil had long since learned that this rule applied to everyone except Andrew himself. It’s one of his greatest flaws - as much as he won’t admit it, he cannot accept certain truths about himself, so he tries to find other ways to explain things, to trick himself into thinking the way he wants to.

He’s also a man of few words, thus Neil expects the conversation to end there unless he can find his voice again and prompt him to continue. He knows for now that they’re stuck at a stalemate, both of them too stubborn and too exhausted to try and continue such a tedious and meaningful conversation, and eventually the silence becomes much too raucous for Neil’s liking. He goes inside.

The conversation isn’t brought up again until they go to bed. Andrew is already lying down with a book in his hand when Neil walks into the room, nose wrinkling momentarily to stop his glasses from sliding down his face, and that single movement is enough to make all of his frustration from the evening dissipate, until Andrew shifts backwards so his back is pressed firmly against the wall and he pulls the covers out in offering, his eyes never moving from the book. That single movement is enough for all of Neil’s confusion and probably misplaced annoyance to come hurtling back, and even though he accepts the olive branch and slides in next to Andrew, this time he can’t hold his tongue.

“If you don’t trust me to say no,” he starts, eyes trained on Andrew to search for a hint of acknowledgement, to no avail, “then how can you trust me to say yes?”

It’s probably harsh, he knows that, but it’s a thought that can’t leave his head and he’s never quite been able to master the art of tactful speech - his form of tact comes in silence instead, usually.

Andrew places the book down on his lap, closes his eyes and runs a hand through his hair and it’s the closest to a loss of control that Neil’s seen from him all day. His heart thumps a little louder.

“I don’t know if I can.” He replies, his tone not quite as even as he seems to have tried to make it, betraying the sense of resignation curled around the words. But it’s not enough - perhaps Neil is a junkie after all because he finds himself needing more, needing better, and he feels absolutely pathetic, but he says something anyway.

“But you have been.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust you,” Andrew’s response is so immediate that it startles Neil slightly. They’re facing each other now, lying parallel to each other and somewhere along the line Andrew’s taken one of Neil’s hands to play with his fingers and stare at, and Neil is finding it harder and harder not to get distracted. “But I do not know if I can trust you if I want to try something new.”

“Why?” Neil’s voice is softer now, hoarse and barely above a whisper, all frustration far gone.

“You have a martyr complex.” Neil opens his mouth to protest, but Andrew reaches the hand not currently occupied with his and places an index finger over his lips to shut him up. Neil kisses it without even thinking. “I do not trust you not to get too distracted by my progress. You think about my boundaries so much that I cannot trust you not to forget your own.”

Neil is holding Andrew’s hand to his mouth now, kissing his palm and sliding his own spare hand against it while Andrew’s other hand bends and stretches his fingers. For the first time that night Neil realises how intimate this is, how much trust every touch and every word possesses, and though he’s never quite forgot it, sometimes he doesn’t quite realise the extent of such a thing.

“I’ve never heard you say no.” Andrew finishes with, and Neil knows the hidden meaning behind that. ‘I need you to be able to say no.’

“I’ve never needed to,” he replies, kissing the tips of each of Andrew’s fingers, because it’s the truth and he knows that what Andrew needs is reassurance and honesty, so that’s what he’ll give him.

“Let’s make a new deal.” Neil finally suggests, and this, this, is enough to make Andrew’s gaze finally shift to his face again. And it’s good, feeling the glare of hazel eyes silently encouraging him to continue. “I promise to always say no when I need to, no matter what we’re doing. And in return, you can promise to always respect that no,” he states, quickly adding on the end: “not that I don’t trust you not to respect that no anyway but you’re the best person I know at keeping promises.”

He knows he’s said something right when Andrew’s face stops looking bored. There’s still no determinable expression etched into his features, but it’s no longer stuck in such a tight leash, instead appearing calmer and yet angrier all at once.

“I hate you.” Comes the reply, solid and reassuring as ever. “167%.”

“Is that a deal?” Neil simply asks, pulling on both of his hands so that he can hold both of his and Andrew’s close to his chest, a ghost of a smile hanging off the corner of his lips.

“Deal.” Andrew responds, leaning instantly forward and kissing Neil like he’s stuck in a desert and Neil is an oasis - everything he wants and everything he can’t have. Everything he doesn’t want to want. A pipe-dream.

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Bound II

A/N: THE STRESS LEVEL IS THROUGH THE FUCKING ROOF. I had to re write this entire thing bc my computer shut off and deleted the draft. I promised you guys part two today soooo here it is! Thanks for all the love! We’re almost at 300 followers, yall! Thats the craic lol. Enjoy!

Y/n is lying in her bed, still only dressed in a purple blanket but the biggest grin is plastered on her face. She and Harry had formally introduced themselves to each other; they found out that they actually live in the same town. Y/n began to talk about how insane this all was but the conversation quickly drifted off to irrelevant topics. Now, she’s listening to him blabber on about his week and she can’t help but wonder how or why she’s come to enjoy this.

How did she somehow normalize the fact that she can talk to somebody through her mind? How could she actually be interested in this guy’s personal life after knowing him for less than two hours?

“So..I got it fixed but now I feel like I should just buy another car if the engine is gonna keep failing, ya know” he shares, but she’s too caught up in her thoughts to realize he asked her a question. “Y/n, you there?” he chuckled. She snaps out of her daze and apologizes. “I’m so sorry I was stuck in my head” she breathed.

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request: yes

plot/request:  Could I have an imagine where Jason’s s/o is almost like best friends with Damian and they hang out together and Jason doesn’t know this and he gets a little jealous? Thank you!


For a song imagine if its OK could you do one based on Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez please? Maybe with Damian feeling like he has to be perfect so Bruce will accept him? If not it’s OK thank you for all your writings each one is sooo good!

word count: 979


warning(s): jealousy, not feeling good enough

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Rami & Characters as Parents:


Originally posted by tomlhardy

It’s your children before absolutely anyone else.

He never takes roles if it means leaving your family for too long a period of time.

“Rami we can relocate if-“
“Absolutely not. I’m not uprooting their lives for some role.”

He spoils them rotten, but never lets them forget his humble beginnings and the importance of gratitude and appreciation.

He tries to keep them out of the spotlight, but feels tremendous pride when the paparazzi snap pictures of him doing everyday things with your kids.

He also finds said pictures online and saves them because he loves them so much.

He’s very conscious of online safety, much to the irritation of your kids.
“You should change your password every two weeks, there are so many dangers-“
“Dad, it’s just a club penguin account.”

Your kids love to tease him about his past roles. 

“Be sensible at the party tonight, don’t drink too much and don’t do drugs, please.”

“What, not even morphine? Or a little J? C’mon dad what would Elliot think?”

“You’re grounded.”

“Dad I can’t believe you were in a Twilight movie.” 

“God, you’ve done some digging…” 

He loves when your kids make up little productions together and perform them in the living room for the two of you. Even if the plot isn’t particularly good, his face glows with pride as he watches his children perfect his craft. 

He may or may not have had a large platform built in the yard so that in the summer the kids can put on performances while the two of you sit on the lawn chairs enjoying the sun. 


Originally posted by thiisiswashingtonsmrrobot

Josh is the ‘cool’ dad. Or at least he thinks he is.

He picks your kids up from school in his flashy car with his sunglasses on.
“Hey pornstars! Hop in!”
“Dad that’s super weird please stop.”

He loves to organize unusual holidays and expand your kids’ horizons, but he sometimes goes a little overboard.
“Safari vacation this summer? We can ditch the car and run with the lions!”
“Josh, I’d like to return with all our limbs.”
“Ok well what about storm chasing-“
“White water raft-“
“Josh, I love you, but shut the fuck up.”

Josh encourages your children to follow their dreams and pursue their ideas, whether it’s as small as your five-year-old son’s lemonade stand or as big as your daughter’s fundraiser for mental health centre for young people.

When Josh’s depression creeps out from the shadows he fears that he’s not a good enough father, but your children always seem to sense his insecurity and reassure him with hugs and movie nights.

Your children are what gave Josh the confidence to visit his sister’s graves. With them by his side, he feels unstoppable.


Originally posted by ragnarlodbroked

Snafu is the king of pretend games. He’ll use whatever he can find around the house to set the scene for the game.

In fact its a struggle to get him to stop playing. 

“Wench, fetch me my dinner!” Snafu orders you while wearing a crudely fashioned cardboard crown. You roll your eyes but comply, placing his plate in front of him. Your son watches the interaction with a sparkle in his eye. 

“Wench, fetch-” 

“Don’t even try it kid.” 

“Sorry mom.” 

Your kids never get tired of sitting by the fire with their father and listening to his stories about the war. He tells them of his comrades, his injuries, his brushes with death, but his favourite memories to recount are those of your reunions with him when he came home from battle. 

Snafu is careful to remind his kids to always treat their love interests with respect, especially your sons. He tells them how you taught him the hard way about how to treat a lady, and that a respectful compliment or simply holding the door will go further than any cat call or crude pet name. 

He misses the thrill of going off to war and the adrenaline rush fighting gave him, but Snafu would never again risk his life, for his responsibility as a father was far more important to him than his responsibility for his country. 

In lieu of returning to the battlefields, Snafu teaches your children all he knows about hand to hand combat and survival in some of the toughest terrains. He never lets them forget that behind the sensational stories of heroism and bravado, was a terrifying reality that few survived. 


Originally posted by maleklovers

Ahkmenrah is a big softie around his kids. He lets them try on his crown and heavy jewellery, he lets them sit on the throne and he lets them play wherever they want in the palace, but screw with his family, and you will know the meaning of the word fear. 

He can be strict, since he is the king and his heirs have a reputation to uphold, but away from the public eye he is just like any other father. He enjoys playing games and sometimes is just as childish as the kids. 

Ahk is a man of the people, and although your children often see his parents and his brother’s side of the family treating their servants and subordinates in a lowly manner, he will not accept such behaviour from his own kids. He is careful to teach them that although they are royalty, all lives are equal and one should treat others how they wish to be treated. 

Your children are brought up unrestricted in who they are allowed to be friends with. You and Ahk are firm believers that class does not matter where friendship is involved. This means that your kids are far more worldly than their higher class peers. 

As your children grow older, Ahkmenrah is enthusiastic to involve them in royal affairs. He explains the art of negotiation and that peace is far more favourable than war. He makes certain they know that other nations have many things to offer and it is in their best interests as potential future rulers to stay on good terms with them.

But Ahk will never let his children become naive, they know exactly how to wage a war that they will undoubtedly win. Because they know that one day they may have to teach someone the meaning of the word fear. 


Originally posted by sowrongitsgina

Draco Malfoy; The Fifth of June

Happy Birthday Draco Lucius Malfoy


You looked up it was June 5th. Your fifteenth birthday, you were still at Hogwarts with a book and a box with a present. The box was filled with three knuts and a hand made scarf. You smiled at the gift. Your family was to say not the wealthiest of wizards and witches. When you got accepted into Hogwarts; they had to provide money for all your supplies. Every birthday consisted of your dad working hard enough to buy a small cake for you with one candle always on the top.

‘Dear Y/N,

Happy Birthday, my dearie. Grandma made you the scarf and I hope the money is enough for a small snack. We all love you.

- from everyone at home’

You put the scarf your grandma made, around your neck and decided to leave the Ravenclaw Common Room to go to Hogsmeade. You wore your robes since they it was the warmest thing you had. The only robe you had. You sighed and walked out of the dorm you shared with two other girls. A group of Ravenclaws were laughing, you knew most of them and they knew you, but weren’t your friends. No one knew it was your birthday except one person. You were heading to Hogsmeade to meet that person.

You entered Hogsmeade, it was raining white. The artificial snow felt so real. The snow freckled your hair, the coldness made your cheeks and nose a Santa red hue. You went to madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop and entered with a smile.

“Y/N. How are you my sweet!?” Madam Puddifoot asked. You grinned, “I’m fine, thank you.” You replied, putting on an apron. “I’m here to help.” You told her. “No, no, you aren’t. You think I forgot? It’s your birthday today!” Puddifoot exclaimed. “And I made you a treat.” Madam Puddifoot took out a cupcake with a milkshake. “No, thank you I’m fine I can assure you.” You refused her treat.

“Sit down and eat.” She ordered. You grinned and sat down slowly munching on the cupcake. Your hands a tad pink and numb due to the immense coldness. Your hair getting wet in certain spots, because of the snow melting at the warm temperature.

Meanwhile, a platinum blonde Malfoy was celebrating his birthday the worst way possible. With Pansy. Pansy dragged him to Madam Puddifoot’s for his birthday. Pansy excused herself to the ladies room giving Draco a peck on the cheek. Draco eavesdropped on your conversation with Madam Puddifoot.

“… You think I forgot? It’s your birthday today!” Madam Puddifoot exclaimed. Draco saw how you refused her offer of the treats, then your body in a relaxed position eating a cupcake. He studied you more, how you wore your robes instead of a heavy jacket, you weren’t even dressed to the correct weather, he saw the scarf that engulfed your neck and recognized that it was handmade since it was made sloppily.

“Happy birthday Y/N.” Puddifoot cooed. “Thank you so much.” You cried. Tears flowed down your warm cheeks, you coughed and grinned. Madam Puddifoot hugged you over the counter.

Draco didn’t foreshadow what was so kind of a woman giving food to you that it’ll make you cry.

“My father always worked so hard to just afford a small cake for me, my mom, my grandma, and himself to eat for my birthday. Heh, I wasn’t exactly the wealthiest of wizards and witches.” You sniffed, “So thank you. Haven’t received a proper ‘happy birthday’ in a long time by anyone else except my family.”

Draco then saw a part of your face. Then it hit him. You were her.

During Draco’s second year, he had a liking for a young, H/C girl that was in his year. They talked for awhile, having random encounters, sometimes they’ll long deep conversation and laughs with each other. That’s till Draco was told by her that she was actually a muggleborn witch. Draco being so biased and a believer of blood purity, he spat at her slurs and shoved her off to the side. Then they never talked again.

Draco never really liked anyone then, and was actually heartbroken. Draco went out of the tea shop. Draco decided to ditch Pansy either way.

Draco went to all the shops to find a gift for you. To make up for his horrible words and doings. He went into a jewelry shop, filled with some antiques.

“Hello my boy. What can I get for you?” An elderly man asked. Draco nervously said, “Well what can I get for a girl. A girl’s birthday. I’ve hurt her feelings long ago and-,”

“You like the girl don’t yah?” The man chuckled. “Well I’ve never offered this to anyone, but I’ll do this since I don’t have any reason not to. This young man was made by a witch, she made this for her husband, sadly they both died together in some accident. It’s not cursed, but it is tied to some source of power. It’s said to connect the next owner to its lover. Soulmate. Here you go.” The man handed Draco the necklace.

Draco payed the man and left the shop. He went back to the tea shop and saw you sucking on the straw of the milkshake. Draco slowly crept up on you. “Y/N.” Draco called out, you turned around in surprise. “Hello, who are you?” You questioned. “I’m Draco. The arrogant boy that hurt your feelings in second year. Happy birthday.” Draco gave you the necklace.

Your mouth ajar, your mind trying to render what happened.


“You stupid Mudblood I never want you in my sight!” Draco yelled at you. Your eyes watered, “OK.” You walked out not looking back, fearing you’ll break down in front of him.

|Retrospect End|

“Draco Malfoy.” You muttered. “How did he know it was my birthday?” You mumbled. “I was eavesdropping.” Draco sheepishly grinned. “Thank you Draco. Happy birthday to you too, I didn’t really know it was your birthday till Pansy screeched the whole song out loud.” You and Draco laughed.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get you anything.” You pouted. “It’s alright.” Draco said, you looked up into his eyes. You pecked his lips and pulled away slowly. Draco stayed stunned, blinking quickly. He looked down at the necklace and put it over your head pulling your hair out of the way.

“I love you.” Draco blurted. It and out of his own mouth and he didn’t know what was happening really. “I love you too.” You whispered.

“Happy birthday Y/N.”

“Happy birthday Draco Malfoy.”

Five Years Later

You laid in a hospital bed at Saint Mungos. Exhausted, happy, and proud. It was a long trip and an incident that happened. You and Draco were fairly young and just engaged.

You heard loud cries that echoed, a nurse brought in a small baby wrapped into a baby pink blanket. Draco clutched your hand. He was sweating, nervous after going through so much as you did.

“We did it.” You muttered. “We did.” Draco sighed. “Here’s the little girl.” The nurse gave you the baby, that immediately hushed down to low whimpers.

“Happy birthday, Araceli June Malfoy, happy birthday to you.” You and Draco cooed in unison.

“Happy birthday Draco.”

“Happy birthday Y/N.”

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Tale of a despereaux

ok y’all wouldn’t fucking leave me alone about the rat on the sword anyway this my oc self insert keef and his rat friend shiwo.

Keith gets a new pet.

Shiro gets the text at four in the morning. It’s from Keith, which is immediately alarming because Keith has never texted him past midnight in the three years they’ve known each other. It still takes him a moment to understand what he’s seeing as he thumbs his phone unlocked.

It’s a photo of a rat sitting on the pommel of one of Keith’s ridiculous swords. A rat. An actual rat.

 Look who woke me up. I guess chivalry is dead.

Shiro has to blink and turn on the lights, scrub a hand through his hair and take a few deep breaths to convince himself it’s not a dream.

He gets halfway through typing back How did a rat get in your apartment, before another text pops up.

It’s another picture, but this time it’s a selfie.

Keith is shirtless, hair sleep-tussled, expression intense the way it always is in pictures he takes of himself. Shiro used to think it was affected, but nothing about him is. He’s effortlessly beautiful, and usually Shiro would already have it screen-shotted and saved to his private folder of shame, but—

The rat is perched on his shoulder.

We’re buddies now, the caption informs him.

Shiro takes a moment to absorb it, and then has to catch his phone when it slips through his fingers. He’s pressing dial before he has time to think about what he’s going to say.

Keith picks up on the third ring.


“That’s a rat.”

There’s a long, long silence before Keith goes, “Oh.”


“Is it still in your apartment? Do you need me to come over?”

“No,” Keith says after another suspiciously long silence. “It’s fine.”

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Dangerous Love || Kai Parker Imagine

Originally posted by drunkonkai

Pairing: Kai Parker x Fem!Reader

Plot: Y/N and Kai Parker were doomed from the start. But can love reign over darkness, or will Kai slip further away from her forever?

Word Count: 1856

Warnings: Swearing

Request: No

{2 Years Ago}

Everything in your life had been turned upside down, back-to-front and inside out. You were losing sanity. Damon and Bonnie were trapped in some world, Elena had erased all her happiness and nobody dared to speak their minds.

Nothing was happy. Nothing was safe. And all you wanted was your best friends back for good.

The amount of times you had cried and screamed at the thought of losing everyone to their own minds drove you insane, and it was all getting too much.

You just wanted to smile again.

“Y/N,” Caroline’s voice interrupted your thoughts, “can you set the table please?”

You envied Caroline. She had so much grief, so much hatred, so much anger all trapped inside her fragile body, but she kept it all at bay. She was under control.

“There’s no point Care,” you replied, remaining sat on the Salvatore’s sofa with a glass of Bourbon in your hand, “it’s just us as usual. And nobody cares if we have the good cutlery or not, it all looks the same!”

You heard a scoff.

"Well Bonbon, I’m feeling quite offended at Y/N’s attempts to make us feel welcome in my own home, what about you?”

“I totally agree.”

Whipping your head around with inhumane like speed, you saw your two best friends stood idly by the open front door.

“Oh my god,” you muttered, not believing your eyes. Dumping the abandoned glass of whiskey, you started to run towards the smiling pair and practically jumped into their arms.

“Damon, Bonnie, you’re alive!” You exclaimed, unsure of how you should react and if you were being too OTT. But nonetheless, you felt your own eyes glass over as you embraced the friends you had missed so much.

“I’ve missed you too Y/N,” Bonnie muffled in response, as she was getting crushed by your arms.

“Ok Y/N, if you would please be a dear and remove your arms, I have a beautiful girlfriend to go and surprise,” Damon justified.

You suddenly felt a pang of pain in your chest as you realised that Elena wouldn’t be happy to see him. She in fact would hate him.

“Damon, there’s something- “

“LALALA not listening, off to see Elena!” His voice rang out in a very off-key tune as he scampered through the door and disappeared from view.

Bonnie turned and gave you a puzzled look.

“What was that about?”

You sighed, “Not the time Bon.”

“OH MY GOD! BONNIE!” You heard Caroline yell and within a split second she crashed into the two of you, pulling you both into her arms and jumping in glee.

“I can’t believe your back!” she exclaimed.

You pulled away and look at Bonnie, “how did you manage to get out of there?”

“I think that’s where I come in,” a voice piped up from the corner of the doorway.

Stood with his hands in his pockets, wearing very fashionable attire of black jeans, white top and a black leather jacket, was a drop-dead gorgeous guy.

“And who may you be?” Caroline interrogated immediately.

“Care, Y/N/N, this is Kai Parker. Quick heads up, he is a family-murdering psychopath,” Bonnie introduced.

Kai gave a very childish smile, “Hi! Oh, and Bonbon? I prefer the term sociopath, it gives me a bit more edge, if you know what I mean.” Kai started to stroll towards Caroline, taking in her appearance and let out a stifled giggle.

Oh god, he is the definition of a 3-year-old’ you though to yourself.

As if your thoughts rang out loud, Kais attention was suddenly turned on you.

Trying to be subtle, you took in his appearance. He looked very early twenties, perhaps 22, had perfectly styled brown hair with striking blue eyes…that were looking directly into your own.

Suddenly, you felt a wave of vulnerability take control of your body as Kai took in your own look. Everything you were once proud to look like, suddenly became an imperfection, as if you wanted to look your best just to make him happy.

“Well Y/N, it’s nice to meet you,” Kai smirked, taking your hand in his won and lifting it up to kiss it. But before he could, you snatched it away.

“Can’t say I feel the same Parker,” you dismissed, giving a very sarcastic grin to the charming boy in front of you.

“Excuse me but there are other people in this building, so if you could please stop making googly eyes at one another, it would be much appreciated,” Caroline piped up, breaking the high-tension bond that Kai and yourself were sharing.

Kai gave you a quick smirk before he turned away and started to make conversation with the two girls who were shooting daggers at him with their judging eyes.

But you were too hung up on the encounter on which you had just been part of to notice an of your surroundings.

Because that was the first time you met Kai Parker.

And it was the start of something beautiful yet completely terrifying.


As much as you hated to admit it and lie to yourself, your boyfriend was dangerous.

Inevitably, Kai and you had started to date after prolonged begging from him and much resistance from you. But you couldn’t deny the feeling that was deep inside you, and you knew your heart was telling you that Kai was the once – no matter how crazy he was.

But with each day passing, you could see the boy you loved slip further away into a dark abyss. A place so empty, that you knew if you lost him, you would never get him back again. His anger was too much, he had irrational ideas that would put you and your friends in danger, and sometimes, he would kill for the fun of it.

But Kai Parker would never hurt you. He loved you with every part of his mind, body and spirit. He worshipped you, he would never put you in harm’s way intentionally. It was his goal to keep you safe at all costs.

And you loved him back. You loved him more and more with each passing second. You wanted to believe in him, you wanted to only see the good in him, and trust him whole heartedly, but you couldn’t.  Not when he had just put Stefan in danger yet another time.

Slamming the door to your college apartment, you let out a scream of frustration.

“Umm babe?” You heard an all-too-familiar voice emerge from your bed. Kai. You forgot he was coming over.

Glaring at him with no words, you ignored his presence entirely. After the amount of danger Stefan just went through for Kai’s sake, you weren’t in the mood to talk to him this evening.

But he started to walk over to you, and you suddenly felt his arms wrap around your torso.

“Baaabbbeeee,” he whined like a toddler.

Pushing away out of his grip, you finally exploded.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT MALACHAI?” You screamed, not caring if you were waking the rest of the students in the hall.

Kais face contorted into shock as he witnessed your unexpected outburst,

“Whoa ok, what’s up with you?”

You scoffed.

“Me? ME? I’m just so fucking sick of watching my friends get hurt and put in danger because your too selfish and need to get your own way Kai Parker! Stefan almost died today! And what’s worse, you don’t EVEN CARE!” You yelled at him, aware that tears were threatening to spill.

Kai didn’t say a word. He didn’t move a muscle. He was just letting it all sink in.

But of course, you took this as an opportunity to carry on channelling your anger.

“This is so hard Kai. I can’t keep watching my friend get hurt and watch their lives be out at stake by the one person I love most in the world.”

Kais head snapped up, as took in each and every syllable.

“Because its fucking true. I fucking love you and all you do is hurt people. I can’t be with someone who is willing to sacrifice my friends to get his own way. I’m not even sure I’m safe here with you-“

Kai rushed up to you and took your shoulder in his hands. He had the kindest smile on his face, but his eyes were swimming with pools of tears.

“Y/N Y/L/N, you are beyond safe with me, I promise.”

“How do I know?”

“Because I fucking love you too. I can’t help myself Y/N, it’s like I want to do the right thing. I want to be a good person and perfect for you, but there’s a voice in my head that tells me to something bad. And it’s so loud, that even when I try and block it out, it consumes me.”

You were speechless.


“No, just let me finish please, and then I’ll leave,” Kai brushed a stray tear from his cheek as he leaned down and kissed you on the forehead.

“I didn’t mean for Stefan to get hurt. In fact, he’s the Salvatore brother that I like. But the thing is, I am so in love with you Y/N. You deserve someone so much better than me, someone who does the right thing and doesn’t hurt other people. And that’s why, I will willingly leave your life if you want me to. I won’t be able to hurt you.”

Kais eyes searched yours for an answer, but you didn’t even know it yourself. He had a hopeful smile plastered on his face, and full hope in you that you would allow him to stay. He loved you way too much to say goodbye.

“Malachai Parker,” you began quietly, “It would be best if you leave my life.”

Kais face dropped. He was stunned at your response, and inside he could feel his heart shatter into tiny little pieces, as if it were made from glass. But respecting your wishes, he headed for the door.

“I said it would be best,” you piped up from behind him. “I never said it’s what I wanted.”

Snapping his head around, Kai walked straight back into your arms, and you gladly accepted him more than anything. He was yours, and nothing was going to change that.

“I promise, we’ll get through this together,” You whispered in his ear and you stayed perfectly still, both of you clutching on to one another.

Because as dangerous as he may be, Kai Parker was the love of your life.

And little did you know, he felt exactly the same about you.

Toys [Taeyong]

Originally posted by taeyonghi

Genre: Smut

Characters: Lee Taeyong x Reader (You)

RequestCould you write a Taeyong smut where he wants to use toys on you but ur nervous af about it and hes all sweet about it and you guys end up really enjoying the experience. thanks so much in advance!

Word Count: 1485

Notes: This was really fun to write! It’s a little short, but I hope you like it anyway ^^ As always feedback is appreciated <3

You wouldn’t say the sex with Taeyong was boring per say, it just consisted of the same thing every time. You had told Taeyong that you guys should try something new in the bedroom, like a blindfold or something simple.

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this ~sensitive content~ thing is the worst. you’re effectively blocking a TON of kids (mostly LGBT+) from getting sex education as a bunch of sex ed blogs are being flagged. of course theyre being flagged, they’ve got the word “vagina” in it! we can’t have that!

“oh but you can turn it off!” you say. the hell you can, not until you’re 18. by that time, a lot of kids will already have had sex, and if they can’t get resources, unsafe sex. 

“oh but there’s other websites!” you’re telling me that you want children to be put at risk when abusive parents pick through every single website their child visits? for some kids, their saving grace is a dupe account where they post “appropriate” content they can give their parents their email and password to. you know how when u click a blog, it opens up in the side without changing the URL thing at the top? That can seriously be the only way kids have to get any form of an education!

and even for kids like me, who aren’t necessarily in abusive homes but have no other way of getting information easily; do we not matter either? my mom died 4 years ago, literally all of the information I’ve gotten about my body and what’s normal and not normal has been online, and 90% of it from tumblr. Do you know how hard it is to find information on “regular” health sites? I’m either bombarded with health stuff like “the obesity epidemic” (more on that shit in a minute) or sites talking about abstinence. 

do you expect me to just go  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  at anything odd that my body does (idk like funky discharge or a weird feeling in my boob) because there’s no way to contact a health website owner with a specific health question? because my dad doesn’t really have the ability to take time off work to take me to the doctor to ask, which would take all day waiting for, and also would put me in the worst position (”SO what does this discharge mean, doc?”)? because I can’t access health and sex ed tumblrs to send an ask usually answered within a week because they’re “sensitive content”?
why exactly are we fucking over kids in abusive enviroments and girls without sisters or a mother to ask health and sex questions? and especially LGBT+ sex questions: you really think a kid is gonna wanna out themselves to their doctor (and basically their parents if their doctor is conservative :) ) when they want to know if (in a cis lesbian relationship) fingering their girlfriend can give them an STD?

on that note from earlier, about obesity? yeah, a lot of fat-positive blogs post nude submissions; not for people to jerk off to, but to normalize fat bodies; fat tummies, fat butts, fat boobs. As a fat 16 year old girl, stuff like that seriously helped me learn to love my body, that my body isn’t weird or nasty or disgusting. I have not once in my entire life seen a fat girl portrayed as sexy and/or in lingire on TV or in a movie. i have seen plenty of skinny ones, though! and before seeing blogs that exist to promote loving your body, I never realized that I could be that person when I’m older. I’d see my skinny friends and could picture their lives; wearing crops tops, bikinis, whatever they wanted and being sexy AF. I never had the ability to even wonder if I could be that too, until I found blogs that post some NSFW content picturing fat bodies in “sexy” situations; women with cellulite on the beach, women with stretch marks in lingire, women with rolls and sagging breasts as art

blocking “sensitive content” and blogs that post it hurts more people than it helps. if you truly want to help out some people who don’t want porn on their dash, enable a fucking blacklist instead of making people download extentions and shit!! or at least give under-18 people the option instead of cutting us off from thousands of body positivity and health blogs because you decide it’s too sensitive for us when our president talks worse than these blogs are. 

This will probably get ignored, but this is the first time something has upset me this much. You do not get to rip away stuff that, for some of us, was vital in being able to accept ourselves. and for other, vital in being able to access health information without being threatened by parents who keep their kid away from any mention of sex, let alone LGBT+ness. 

Some of us don’t want to abandon our support systems and follower counts in favor of lying about our age on a new account. Blocking sensitive content for underage kids makes absolute 0 sense; we can access porn if we wanted to no matter what, so why impose gross restrictions that don’t do what you want, but instead hurt kids who aren’t doing anything wrong or dirty. 

tl;dr, We don’t want porn, we want body positivity and health and safe sex information without having to abandon our followers and image; so at the very least, stop not letting kids under 18 see sensitive content. give us a choice. 


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Come back for me || Peter Parker x Reader ||

Character: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Fandom: MCU/SM:HC

Warnings: Spoilers??? LIke if you haven’t seen the movie (will keep posting this warning until it’s out on Blu-Ray) ANGST

Request: YASSSS by my bean @rafeadderall [OMG OK A PETER PARKER IMAGINE, where like the reader knows and supports peter for bein spider-man but maybe it’s used against him and she’s hurt? Cliché yes but how about the reader like refuses to see peter because she’s all scarred and shit and they break up I guess BUT THEN AT THE END ITS ALL CRYING AND MENTAL BREAKDOWNS AND FLUFF BEVAUSE WHO DOESNT LIKE ANGST]

Prompt: You and Peter Parker were anything but ordinary as a couple, you supported him as the web-slinging hero of Queens, however, the tables are turned when you get caught in the cross fire and end up seriously injured.

Tags: @deans-angel-of-thursdays 

Word Count: 1, 657

It had roughly been three months since Y/N found out her boyfriend, Peter Parker, was Spider-Man. At first, she was mad, then she accepted it after a week of not talking to him. He couldn’t blame her at all for it, but he was glad she came to an understanding eventually. 

For three months, Y/N helped Spider-Man gather intel when he asked for it and even went out for recon missions. In the beginning, he was against the idea of getting involved but as soon as she tried to argue that ‘Oliver Queen would be nothing as Green Arrow without Felicity Smoak - and I’m your Felicity Smoak’ he found it hard to reject that statement. 

Currently, Y/N pressed her phone to her ear as she tapped her foot impatiently on the ground. “You got eyes on any of those guys in the pictures I sent you?” Peter’s voice asked, crisp from the microphone Tony Stark had placed inside the Spider-man suit. She peered up ahead, eyeing the exact person he was talking about, she flicked down the shades resting on top of her head and hummed in response. 

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Colleagues Pt. 6/? -- Jason Todd x fem. reader

Y/N finds herself taking on a new job and working late hours. This leads to a late night encounter with Jason.

Warnings: alcohol 

Word Count: 2100

Tags: @sarcasmismyfirstlove @tsctd

A/N: Oops, this is long. Sorry for the slow buildup between Y/N and Jason but I did add some fluff in here. I am having a lot of fun writing this and I am hope y’all are equally enjoying it! 

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Hi there could you do one about ridding fionn's thigh? Please?

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“Fionn, I thought that we had agreed to dropping this subject?”

You were both sitting on the balcony of your rental home for the next week, you were vacationing in Athens, and Fionn had found the perfect house right on the beach. Right now the both of you were just relaxing, watching the sun set over the beach after a long day of site seeing and swimming. You were both having a normal conversation, talking about the events of the day and what you’d do tomorrow, then suddenly out of nowhere the boy next to you asked you the most personal question he could.

“Oh c’mon Y/N, just asked if ya were a virgin that’s all. So… are ya?”

You rolled your eyes as you let out a frustrated sigh, why did he want to know anyway, what was he gonna sleep with me if I wasn’t?

“Fine, fine, I’ll drop it, but just so you know I’m not and if you are there’s nothing to be ashamed of, that’s a good thing, means you’re not easily pressured”.

You looked over at you’re friend sat back in his chair and eyes fixed on the paradise in front of him. Biting your lip with furrowed brows, you knows you were going to regret the next few words to leave your mouth.

“Why do you want to know anyway?”

You saw a smile appear on his face as he was shaking his leg back and forth and sipping at his beer. There was a small shrug from his shoulders as he set the beers down, wiping the condensation from his hand on his shorts.

“Now I don’t want you to take this the wrong way”.

You rose one eyebrow at him as if to say ‘don’t push it’ as you turned more in your seat to face him better.

“That’s not really the best way to start your answer to that question Mr. Whitehead”.

Fionn playfully rolled his eyes at you as he fully sat up and faced you in his chair, hands clasped and rubbing nervously.

“You didn’t let me finish Y/N, I was gonna say… it’s just that your so innocent that it’s kinda difficult to imagine you doing those things, but everyone does eventually right?”

That was definitely not the reasoning you had expected, but were you really that innocent to where he couldn’t even really think of you having sex?

“So you’ve tried to imagine me having sex have ya?”

Fionn was now the one letting out a frustrated sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He was serious. But why?

“Your important to me…and it’s just…just that you seem so stressed sometimes and well, that sorta helps release some tension”.

Now you felt bad for teasing him, he really just cared about. Doing the same action as Fionn had done earlier, you sit all the way up and face him in your chair. Leaning over, elbows on knees, and hands clasped.

“Fionn, that’s really sweet of you, but I don’t need an orgasm to relax me, that’s what tea and you are for”.

Fionn let out a laugh as he looked at the ground.

“You mean you don’t need a guy to give you an orgasm?”

You just sat and stared at Fionn, his smile falling as he sat up straighter. You looked away from him, trying to look at anything but those captivating hazel eyes that were a beautiful contrast to his dark hair.

“Y/N……oh come on Y/N. You at least touch yourself don’t you? I mean everyone does, its natural. For fucks same I even do it”.

Fionn was now standing up and furiously pacing the large balcony, hand tugging at his hair as he rambled about how important and natural it is to at least do that.

“Fionn. Fionn. Fionn!”

The pacing had stopped but he was still a little aggravated and confused.

“I did once…touch myself, but it didn’t feel good, just dry. And I have slept with one person, but that didn’t feel good either, and I didn’t …”

“You didn’t cum”.

Fionn was now back in his chair, same position as earlier but now with a disappointed look on his face.

“Fionn…is there something wrong with me?”

The boy looked up at you with surprise at the silly question. Of course there was nothing wrong with you, the guy you slept with was probably just a greedy dick, and you didn’t experiment enough to know what you liked.

“No…no no love, absolutely not. Come here”.

He patted next to him for you to move closer. Getting up and walking over to your friend you plopped down.

“There is nothing wrong with you, you’re perfect and I don’t know what type of asshole you slept with, but it’s not supposed to be like that. It’s supposed to feel incredible, so good that you get completely lost in it, and if it’s your soulmate there should be little nothing’s whispered in you’re ear and even tears from how good it is. And as far as the touching yourself thing goes, you just don’t know what you like yet. You can use your fingers, a pillow, shower head, tub faucet, or toys”.

You were looking at the ground, absorbing all of what he had said. It did make sense, maybe you rushed things when it came to pleasing yourself.

“If you don’t mind… I want to help you…teach you really..umm well how to properly use your fingers, if that’s ok with you”.

You stared at him, now nervous and shy from his question. You were trying to decide, but could you really let him be that close with you, that intimate? Hell you let that guy a couple of months ago have sex with you and you didn’t know him nearly as well as you know Fionn, and it was just his fingers what could it hurt.

“Yes. Want you to teach me”.

Fionn wasn’t expecting you to say yes, but he was hoping. Shock filled his face before a smile took over.

“Ok, ok great… umm face the beach and lean back against me, spread your legs”.

You did as instructed, leaning back against his firm chest with your legs spread. Fionn and your hands had easy access seeing as you were wearing a dress, thankfully the balcony railing was solid so no one below could see what was happening.

Fionn took your hand in his, guiding it down to your center and slipping under your panties.

“Are you sure you’re ok with the Y/N?”

You nodded,

“Yea, want you to teach me”.

Fionn was now guiding your fingers to rub small hard circles on your clit, this already felt better than when you did it, maybe you didn’t take your time like he is.

“See this part is important, you got to pay extra attention to your clit, and that’s what most guys don’t understand, they think they can just fuck you hard and get you off, but really you need to give your clit the attention it deserves”.

Small breathes were leaving your lips, your eyes now shut. You were already beginning to get wet, you could feel it, and Fionns words and deep voice wasn’t helping, or it was helping too much, for some reason it was really turning you on.

“See love, doesn’t take you long at all to get wet when your properly taken care of”.

What was making matters worse was the fact that every time him and his damn voice say something he says it right in your ear, lips pressed against its outline and breath fanning it.

Your breathing was heavy and now you were starting to moan and whimpering at the feeling. How had you not been doing this before?

“Fionn…feels so good… your fingers feel so good”.

You could feel Fionn smile against you face and a small laugh come from his chest.

“Not my fingers love, they’re yours, I’m just helping you. Like now I already know where the special little spot is on your clit, that one little spot to drive you over the edge”.

Fionn begins to move your fingers faster intensifying the pleasure.

“See, its right about…”

You let out a loud moan, your chest heaving, you couldn’t believe what you were feeling, and you were just getting wetter. He hadn’t even made you cum yet but the pleasure was amazing.

“There. See, now you should also insert your fingers inside yourself, move them at a pace your comfortable with”.

Fionn was now guiding your hand to your entrance. You inserted your middle finger, moving it at a slow pace.

“Now love, do you think you can put one more finger in there for me?”

Fionns lips were still pressed to your ear as he spoke, the little breaths and his deep voice were enough to drive you to your orgasm. You nodded and bit your bottom lip as you slowly slid one more finger in.

Fionn was now peppering kisses up and down your neck, also giving your ear attention. You could hear how wet you were, how much he was turning you on.

“That’s a good girl. That feels good yea? Ok I want you to press a little deeper and a little up, that’s where your special little spot inside you should be”.

Fionns hand snaked up from your wrist to your clit. God this boy was gonna kill you.

“Gotta remember to give that clit attention isn’t that right love”.

You couldn’t help but to whimper as he began rubbing small circles to your clit. You did as you were previously instructed and pressed your fingers a little deeper and a little up.

Fionn was back to kissing at your neck as you began bucking your hips up. You were feeling an intense amount of please that you didn’t even know was possible.

“F-Fionn, Fionn in gonna cum, please I want to cum so bad, I need to”.

You were desperate in your words breathless as you felt your stomach begin to tighten, your legs starting to shake.

“That’s is love keep doing that, keep fucking yourself with your fingers. Want you to cum for me. Please cum for me”.

Now he was the one that sounded desperate in his words. You squeezed your eyes shut, mouth open and your free hand squeezing Fionns thigh as you began to cum around your fingers, your walls hugging them as they pulsed from the pleasure. Fionn was still attacking your clit and your neck.

“Fionn…. Oh fuck Fionn please don’t stop you’re making me cum”.

You were a moaning mess as you came down from your high, you pulled your fingers out and tried to catch your breath.

“Fuck Y/N, god that was so hot. See you can pleasure yourself, but I do have one critique”.

You were trying to pay attention to his word but you were still coming down from your orgasm.

“And what is that?”

Fionn helped you sit up and face him, he was smiling as his hand trailed down your neck.

“You said that I was gonna make you cum, but that was all you”.

“Yea but I wouldn’t have been able too without you”.

You stood up, your legs feeling a bit like jello. Shit what would you feel like if you got him inside you instead?

You looked over the balcony down at the beach, that’s when you saw him James, the guy that you had slept with. What the hell is he doing here, and had he heard you up here?


Fionn stood up walking to you,

“What? What is it love?”

You turned to face him, he looked panicked like he thought that you had been hurt somehow.

“James is down there…the guy that I slept with. I mean what if he heard me up here?”

Fionns face went from anger to a cocky smirk,

“Good, I hope he heard and I hope he knew it was you, not that he got to hear your moans before”.

Fionn looked as if he was contemplating something. He walked to the chair and sat down, motioning for you to follow.

“Want to teach ya one more way to please yourself love. Would you mind that? Would you do that for me?”

“Sure, but shouldn’t we go inside, I mean what if the people on the beach hear?”

Fionn pulled you down onto his lap, looking cocky as ever which no one but you ever got to see.

“Let them hear, let that James guy know how much of a dick he is, or lack there of”.

You laughed as Fionn began to position you on only one of his legs.

“Fionn what are we doing?”

When Fionn moved one of his legs you stood up confused at what he was doing.

“Want ya facing me this time, want to see what ya look like when ya cum. You’re gonna ride my thigh”.

“I’m gonna what?”

Fionn grabbed you by your hips and placed you on his thigh, you loaned at the feeling still a bit sensitive from before.

“Fuck! You’re still dripping, and your so warm, bet you’d feel incredible wrapped around me, bet you’re so tight”.

You were shocked from his words, he actually looked like he was about to explode, like you’d been teasing him.

“What do I do?”

Fionn slightly hissed,

“Shit, sorry love, you’ve just got me really hard, think I’m leaking”.

You looked down at his lap and he was indeed hard. Did you really do that?

Fionn opened his eyes and looked up at you, hissing through his teeth,

“Just grind on me love, ride it till ya cum”.

You did as instructed and began to grind your center down on his thigh. Shit his bare skin felt amazing against your folds. He felt sturdy, secure.

You were now grinding down harder at a good pace, the perfect pace. Thanks to Fionn you now knew where all you little places were and you were making sure to give them extra attention.

“That’s it baby girl, ride my thigh, just like that, don’t want ya to stop till you cum”.

Your face was buried in his neck, and god did he smell amazing. You arms were wrapped around his neck as little moans and whimpers left your mouth. His mouth was back in your neck when it wasn’t whispering in your ear about how you’re such a good girl.

“Fionn, oh my god your leg feels amazing”.

You accidentally bumped against his sensitive length and he sucked a breath through his teeth, clamping his eyes shut.

“Fuck love I think you may make me cum without even properly touching me. You really like my leg that much?”

You nodded out of breath and whimpering in his ear. Fionn began to shake his leg up and down or stopping and the flexing the muscle that lies right beneath your pussy.

“Fionn! Fuck! Keep doing that please I’m gonna cum again”.

Fionn was now fully focused on making you cum again and he was about too.

“Such a good baby girl, you gonna cum for me. Shit your dripping all over me, so warm. Look at me please, please, wanna see you cum”.

You pulled your head out of the crook of his neck and began riding him harder, the both of you breathless and you moaning his name in between whimpers.

Fionns thumb found its way back to the top of your clutch running it as you rode him.

“Fuck Fion don’t stop, I’m cumming Fionn, your making me cum so fucking hard”.

As you came on Fionns thigh he could help but be mesmerized by how beautiful you are, mouth parted eyes closed light sweat shimmering in your skin, and the sounds aiming from your mouth.

“That’s it baby girl say me name, scream it, let them hear, let him hear”.

You were sensitive when you came down from your orgasm, but Fionn took care of you.

“Lets go in love, I’ll run a bath for you”.

You stood up, Fionn still hard and thigh soaked.

“Looks like you’ll need one too, looks like you need to cum too”.

Fionn laughed and looked down,

“Yea, maybe I’ll join you for that bath”.

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huge, huge thank you to by beta best friend for reading this, encouraging me to write more and actually post some of it; and of course @roxanncweasley and @jiilys, my writing idols, for unconciously inspiring me with their own fantastic work;

He’s all you notice at this point.

In class, when your not long ago ‘best friend’ shots a parky comment at him. He wants to talk back, you can see it. He wants to, he needs to defend himself, his friends, those like you. He can’t stand him, it’s clear as day. That vein on his neck is pulsing like crazy. His hands are fists now. He picks his head up and you gasp at the rage in his stare. You sees his eyes shot fast in your direction and in a second they’re soft again and it’s like he suddenly acknowledges he’s in a classroom with twenty other students, all watching him, all expecting the fight. He slowly unscrews his hands and flats them on the desk; they’re trembling. You sigh. His head is lowered again, Remus wispering something rapidly in his ear. He nods in approval, the corners of his mouth twitch. Mr Binns goes on. A few minutes later you catch his eye and, he smiles.

In the library, on a table in the opposite corner of the room, where they’re sitting, trying to dull their laughs as Madam Pince walks by, all staring at a piece of pegament. You can’t really tell from here but it seem like whatever’s on it is moving. Remus is extending a hand and shaking his with a tempered smile that reaches his eyes. Pettigrew is clapping him on the back, grin splattered all over his features. Black grabs his face and mockingly tries to kiss him. He laughs and pushes him away, a sly smile on his lips and she can almost hear him say ‘not here pads, there are people watching! I know I’m so charmingly handsome, but please contain your urges!’. His smile is bigger than his face as he shrugs and explains something to the rest, hands gesticulating as he speaks. There’s so much pride in his eyes he looks like he might just explode. He gases at you and stops talking what looks like midsentence. The others turn around to look at you; Remus waves, Black winks playfully and Pettigrew just shakes his head. His smile doesn’t leave his face as he takes one of Remus’s chocolate bars and throws it at you. You catch it the last second, look at him and smile back. As he returns his attention to the pergament you can swear you see reddness creeping its way towards his face.

On the pitch on a sunny Friday afternoon right after classes while he’s loosening his tie as the eight of you sit on the freshly cut grass, Marlene in Black’s, Sirius’s, he demands, lap. Dorcas pulls out two bottles of vodka her sister mailed her and takes a bold sip from one, trowing the other at Peter. Screw dinner, you think. Screw the rules. Soon everyone is laying in a big mess of tangled legs and arms and hair, laughing at everything and nothing at all, forgetting for a moment. The late april wind blows in his hair, making it even messier than it is, making it look like he’d just shagged, making you want to shag him but really you’re just drunk, you tell yourself. His glasses are crooked and dirty but his eyes are sparkling and his smile is lopsided and he looks like he’s drunk on pure liquid joy, no diluent. You look at his long delicate fingers, knuckles bloody from Tuesday when the Blacks’ family owl delivered Sirius a letter and his fist almost made a hole in the commor room wall. You look at his sneakers, covered in mud as if he’s been running in the Forbidden Forest for two nights straight. You look at his muscles under the rolled sleeves of his shirt, his tan skin, the purple and blue veins underneath. You look at his eyes. They’re looking too. Shit, you think, but his eyes don’t tear from yours and you can’t make yourself look away. He’s all you can see and you both don’t notice that Marlene and Sirius are long gone, probably in the now empty boy dorm doing Merlin knows what or that Mary and Dorcas are kissing and giggling unnoticed a few meters away or that Remus and Peter are now walking around the pitch trying to clear their heads and be at least a little bit responsible. No, all you notice is each other and the stars in his eyes and the flowers in you hair and your love. And sure, it is a little reckless and a little dangerous, and there really isn’t anything, but it’s okay cause you won’t remember it tomorrow morning, right? All of a sudden something bubles inside of you and your smile turns into laughter because how could i be so oblivious and there’s clearly something, there’s everything and you realise why your stomach is always in knots when he’s around and why your troat tightens when he gives you one of his shit eating grins and of course. Of course I’m in love! He’s starts laughing next to you on the hard ground too and your eyes fill themselves with tears as the sunset sky opens and swallows you both.

In the common room, in the little hours, when even the wind is silent, the fireplace is long cold and you’re sitting alone in the armchair next to the window, trembling, thinking how fucked up the world truly is. You hear his tiptoes on the old stone stairs of his dormitory carrying the history of so many other lives before yours. He yawns and stretches his lean arms over his head, but you don’t turn around. You hope he won’t notice you there, that he’ll simply get his forgotten charms essay from the table near the fireplace and go back to bed. ‘Lily!’ you hear him inhale shortly and then… he’s gone. You want him to be but you can’t help feel a little dissapointed after all. You’ve told yourself so many times not to think abot him that way, to accept it’s pointless, that he doesn’t love you anymore, and even if he did what’s the point, it would never work out, not now. But it’s still hard and you know it will always be. You feel a blanket around your shoulders and you abruptly turn around to face him. He’s looking down at you with worry in his eyes and a line between furrowed brows. You open your mouth to say something, anything. ‘Don’t.’ He’s wispering. ‘You don’t have to explain. I know.’ He sighs and sits on the armrest, looking out of the window. You turn back towards it and lean your head on his arm. ‘When did everything become so complicated.’ It’s not a question. More of a statement, an unheard plead for things to go back the way they were, to normal. He signs again, harder this time, louder. He seeks your green, green eyes, stares deep into them, almost like he’s at loss of words. Almost like he’s lost himself in them.

You’re breathless.

Never Been Kissed

Just a little imagine based on a couple of different conversations that have been going on the past few days.

In particular for @disneydirectioner

The last part was specifically for you @deathbylowden @wardley10 and @outofworkactress

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What happens when, the night before a big romantic scene, Jack discovers that his co star has never actually been kissed before.

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