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What happens in Vegas pt. 3 - Tom Holland

Word count: 2666

Summery:  You wake up after a night in Las Vegas, only to discover you married the one and only Tom Holland

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A/N: It’s finally here! I finally got it done! I’m sick at the moment, so it took a little longer to write, but I finished it! I got the next part planned out, and I’m kinda excited for it. Please let me know what you think of this part, and if you want to be put on the tag list! So yeah. Enjoy! 

“I think we should take this one” You said to Tom, as the real estate agent had just walked away, allowing you to talk. This was the fifth place you had seen today. You had been followed by paparazzi all day, and playing a loving couple was already getting exhausting.

“I really like this one. It’s big. We can avoid each other, and we can be together if we want to. I really like the spa as well” He sent you a smirk, and you just rolled your eyes at him. At every apartment, he had pointed out the places that was suitable for sex. Every. Apartment.

“It’s not happening. Never again. We were drunk, it’s not happening” You told him seriously, but he just stood there, the smirk still on his lips. It’s not that you were regretting sleeping with him. Being honest you enjoyed it in the moment, but you didn’t like him. He was a jerk, and you didn’t want him to have the satisfaction of sleeping with you.

“We’ll see. I still think this is the right one, so why don’t we just take it, and start moving?” He asked, and starting walking towards the realtor, before you had a chance to answer. Why did he have to be so rude, all of the time? If he was actually a decent human being, being married to him wouldn’t be that bad. If he was a decent human being, maybe you would actually enjoy being with him.  Maybe you would even like him.

It didn’t take long to sign the contract. Since no one lived in the apartment, we could move in from tomorrow. You weren’t eager to move in with Tom, but it was better than him staying in your apartment all the time. At least here he would pay rent.

“So. You want to move tomorrow? I don’t have anything planned, so we could get a drink while unpacking, and then we could try out the bed” The worst part about him being so goddamn cocky, was that you now had to go out, pretending to be the fairy-tale couple the public thought you were.

“Unfortunately, We start filming tomorrow, so you’ll have to do that yourself” You sent him an innocent smile, as the realtor handed you the keys. “But I wouldn’t mind, having you unpack everything. Less work for me”

“Whatever. We’ll see what happens. Most of it is your stuff, so it’s only fair if you do most of the work” He smiled ironically, as he put the keys and the contract on the table, taking a picture of it for Instagram. The kid put everything on Instagram, so why not this as well?

***

“And cut!” The director yell, and you felt yourself relax a little, as you smiled to your co-star. He was going to play your love interest, and if it wasn’t for the fact that you were in a fake marriage, he could might as well have been in real life too. He was the definition of hot.

“Looks great guys! Let’s take 20 minutes!” You were starting to wonder if all directors yelled this much all the time, or if it was just this one.

“Want something to eat? Maybe actually say hi to some of the others, and you know. Get their real names too” Your co-star smiled at you, and you weren’t slow to agree.

“hi guys!” a dark haired girl said, as you approached. She was going to play your best friend, and from the short time you had talked to her, she seemed pretty nice too.

“Wait. Aren’t you the married one? Like, one half of the hottest couple at the moment?” She asked, before taking a bite of a muffin.

“Guilty as charged” You tried to say with a smile. Couldn’t you just go a day without having to talk about the moron you married?

“Is he really okay with you taking this role? It not really because you’re playing an innocent teenager, and at some point, you’ll have a sex scene with co-star. My boyfriend would die of jealousy. If I had one, that is” She continued.

“Oh. He doesn’t know. I didn’t tell him anything about the role. Besides, just because I’m married to him, doesn’t mean he’ll get a say in my career” You shrug, and grabbed one of the cupcakes on the table.

“Isn’t it super weird being married to someone you barely know? Like, how was the first day of being married?” Co-star asked, eyebrows raised. For a minute, you cursed at Tom. If you weren’t married, you could just flirt away with Co-star, but at the same time, you probably wouldn’t even have the role if it wasn’t for him.

“It’s super strange. I still don’t know if he has any siblings. We actually haven’t talked about our families at all, come to think of it. I know his family is in Europe, but that’s about it. So, there’s always new things to talk about. So yeah. It really odd” You confessed. You had barely mentioned your family to Tom.

“He got 3 brothers. Two of them are twins” The dark-haired girl said, and you looked at her a bit surprised. “What? He’s hot! So naturally I googled him. You’re one lucky girl y/” She continued casually.

“He is hot. And it’s even better when he’s shirtless” You joked, earning a groan from Co-star. “I’ll let you girls talk about the hot husband alone, since it’s a very weird conversation for me” He said, before sneaking away.

“I wanna know everything, starting with the sex” The dark-haired girl demanded, and you couldn’t help but giggle. As much as you hated Tom, you oddly didn’t mind talking about him right now. You also had feeling, you could become friends with this girl.

***

When you got home, you were exhausted. You really didn’t have the energy to unpack, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to go to bed, before you found the box to your bedroom.

When you opened the door, you heard familiar voices. One belonged to Tom, and one belonged to the last person you wanted to see right now. Your mother.

“Y/n! You’re back! Your mum’s here, darling” Tom’s happy voice said, as you walked into your new living room, to find Tom sitting on the couch, next to your mother.

“How… Lovely” You tried to force a smile. This was the last thing you wanted right now. “So how long have you been here, mom? And why exactly are you here?” You tried to sound friendly. You didn’t want Tom to know anything about your troubled relationship with your mother.

“I’m here to meet the new husband of yours! And I’ve spent the last couple of hours getting to know him. He’s quite the catch, and he’ll make some beautiful children too!” Your mother exclaimed, and you noticed how Tom choked on his breath. He was not prepared to hear the last part of that sentence.

“While I’m at it. How is the sex? A marriage is only as good as the sex” She continued. “Mom!” You yelled, completely flustered. “It’s good. Actually, that’s an understatement. It’s amazing. It’s my favourite time of the day” Tom said, and you couldn’t believe your ears. That idiot was even smirking at you.

“Tom! You. No. That’s not. We don’t. no. Oh god” You couldn’t find the words. You tried, but the sentence just wouldn’t form.

“That’s good! And since Tom here, is making enough money for the both of you, you could just stop acting. You could just stay at home, take care of the children” You mother said, making you snap out of the uncomfortable state you had been in.

“Seriously? Do you have to bring that up, every time? I don’t want kids! At least not right now. I just made it mom. I’m about to make my big break, but of course you don’t care. It’s not like you’ve ever been supportive” You asked her frustrated. You saw Tom’s eyes get wide, and how your mother got annoyed.

“You’ve said that for 3 years now. It’s about you grow up! Forget this foolish idea about becoming an actress. Do you have any idea, how many of your friends who are already married, and have children?” It was the same old argument. A year ago it was “How many of your friends are married and pregnant?”.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t aspire to be a trophy wife! I’m sorry that didn’t want to be a young mother, depending on her husband’s money, while living in an extravagant house, while I care more about looking young, than I do taking care of my own kids. And let’s not forget, pretending to be the perfect family, even when everything is falling apart. Caring more about keeping up the perfect image, than try to be an actually family”  

“You’re upbringing was just so hard! Going to fancy parties, getting everything, you ever wanted. I’m so sorry for being a trophy wife, so I could give you a good life. Am I really that bad, for wanting that?” She scuffed at you. You felt like she was scolding you, just like she always did when you were a kid.

“I didn’t want any of that! I wanted a family. I wanted someone to care. I did everything to get you and dad’s attention, but you never even bothered. The police had to get involved, before you asked where I had been. So sure. You were a great mom!” You would never forget your teenage years, and how desperate you had been for them to care.

“Mrs. l/n, maybe you should leave. Y/n has had a long day, and I’m sure she’s just tired. Ehm. So maybe it would just be best for everyone, if you went home” Tom said in a quiet voice.

“Sure. I can see I’m not getting anywhere anyway” Your mother quickly left, and you felt the exhaustion get to you. As soon as the door slammed shut, you felt the tears sting in your eyes. At this point, you were too tired to even care about Tom, so you just let yourself fall down on the couch.

“You okay?” He asked almost sounding worried. You would’ve rolled your eyes, but you didn’t have the energy. “You mum was kind enough to help me unpack all of your stuff. This is no offence to you, but you really are a daughter of a bitch” You couldn’t help but laugh at his words.

“I’m serious! It was the most awkward 2 hours of my life! She kept telling me how I needed to keep you under control, because apparently, you’re a wild one. It was so hard to be nice to her. No offence to your mum, but she’s horrible” He continued, and he actually managed to make you feel better.

“Oh good. You’re smiling. I’m really not good with people crying. I also kinda have somewhere to be, and I would almost feel bed for leaving you when you’re upset” And he was back to being an idiot.

“I was almost starting to worry that you might have become a decent human being” You said sarcastically. In reality, you were so happy that he had actually unpacked for you, and that he tried to cheer you up. But you weren’t about to let him know that. There was no reason to inflate his ego.

“Yeah. You had it rough enough with your mother. There’s no need for me to add to that. I’m not that cruel” He smiled, before getting up from the couch. You were starting to wonder, if he actually was a decent human being.

***

A couple of days had passed. When you got home, Tom would leave. You would leave, before Tom got up in the morning. You hadn’t really spoken that much in the last couple of days.

You had the weekend off. You were starting to become good friends with the rest of the crew, but you were also looking forward to being able to relax. You only had one thing you needed to do this weekend, and you just wanted to get that over with.

For some reason, the director thought it was a genius form of team building, to film a lap dance as one of the first scenes. Sure, you had been filming for 5 days, but it was still so early on. You had given lap dances before, just not sober. So naturally, you wanted to practice it a bit, just to be sure.

When you got inside the apartment, you were relived to find that Tom wasn’t there. You could hear the shower, so without much sound, you grabbed a chair and brought it to your room, and closed the door.

You already knew this was going to be weird. Trying to gather the courage to just get it over with. You turned on some music, still nothing. After spending 10 minutes just starring at the chair, you decided to just take a shot. And then one more, as you waited for the alcohol to set in.

After a couple of minutes, you started to feel it. You let yourself fall into music, and started dancing. You moved your hips to the rhythm, and started to forget everything around you. You lifted your shirt off of your body, as you sat down on the chair, still moving your hips around. There was a knock on the door, but it wasn’t until Tom opened it you registered it.

“What do you want for… oh. You’re…” The door was wide open, and he was leaning on the doorframe. His eyes slowly went down your body, and he had that stupid smirk on his lips. “What exactly are you doing? And. Don’t let me stop you” He bit his lips as he kept looking at you.

“My eyes are up here” You told him, in an annoyed voice. He didn’t care. He didn’t even glance at your eyes, his eyes stuck on your body. “But I’m rehearsing for my role. I have to do this lap dance on Monday, and I’m a bit out of practice.”

“I see. Do you need any help? You know, it might be easier if someone was in the chair” He said calmly. Too calmly for your liking. But you also knew he was right. A person in the chair, would make this a lot easier.

“Fine. But I’ll need another shot” You sighed, as you took a sip from the bottle and handed it to Tom. “We’re not doing this while you’re sober” He wasn’t slow to take the bottle of your hands. He was now looking in your eyes, as he took several sips of the bottle, before putting it down.

“So. Go over the scene”  He demanded, his voice deeper than usual.

“Eh. It’s not really described that much. I’m supposed to just walk close to you. Grab you by the collar” You voice turned into a whisper, as you narrated what you did. With your lips millimetres from his neck. “And then, I’m supposed to do this” You whispered, as you pushed him onto the chair.

None of you said a word, as you got into the dance again. You felt confident, as you felt his eyes on you. A smirk was growing on your lips, as you remembered what he had said to your mother. The sex is amazing.

You took it slow, and when you finally got down on his lap, you could clearly feel the bulge in his pants. You left his lap shortly after, and elegantly managed to get your jeans off, leaving you in just your underwear. When you got back down on his lap, he put his hands around your stomach, pulled you closer, and started kissing you neck.

“I think that’s enough rehearsing for tonight”

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AN: *shows up 8 months later with starbucks* I haven’t finished it yet but I thought I’d just post this. I haven’t edited it yet but I have to go to class and want this up in hopes to motivate me to finish. 

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“Can I get a Porn Star?”

I nodded before leaning back over the bar and reaching for the bottles to make the purple shot. As I poured into the small shot glass I looked for an ‘It’s my birthday’ sash. It wasn’t hard to find and neither was the number 18 on the big pin attached to it.

“Bingo,” I said to myself under the guise of the music.

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I do just want to say that despite the horrific insanity that was the Home Farm stuff with Robert in the second episode, these two episodes were lovely and Maxine still remains the best writer that Emmerdale has even though she can’t even save the Hell Plot.

However, quick note on that stuff before we move on. It was awful, don’t get me wrong but it was somehow still well written?! I mean like it could have felt more like contrived awful plottiness and in some ways maybe that would have been better cause we could laugh it off more but somehow it wasn’t. I don’t know what I’m trying to say but Maxine just has a way of writing that doesn’t feel like anyone else who writes for the show. Also, Ryan was fantastic and John Bowe was tolerable tonight because he’s always great with Ryan.

Moving on, the awkward Aaron and the Doctor stuff was great. I knew he’d be gone after today so I was never worried but this was just fun to watch and since it’s Maxine, we get all of these little details about Aaron watching top gear and boring him with car chat and Liv teasing him about it and it’s awesome. And jealous Robert in those scenes was everything we ever wanted him to be. The moment with Vic and coming over and sitting down at their table was amazing and perfect and once I process a bit more, I will rewatch that. Charity taking pictures for Chas and filling Aaron in on her text was also a fun little, totally in character moment and I loved it.

The Aaron and Liv content in this episode was amazing. Aaron snapping at Liv and then finally opening up to her was perfect and sensitively done. It’s kind of terrible that they were talking about missing Robert when he’s off doing ridiculous and awful things but let’s forget about that and focus on the positives. Their little scene playing video games where Liv sees his scars and she asks if it was her fault was heartbreaking but I’m so glad they did that. I’m happy to see them happy and trying to rebuild. I also loved all of the talk about Aaron needing to take his time with things and talking to his counselor because that is everything I wanted from this break up with Aaron.

Prior to the nonsense, Robert talking about how Aaron deserves perfect was heartbreaking and I loved that once again Maxine had Robert bring up his bisexuality and come out to someone other than Aaron. I loved that she directly tied it to the shooting because it’s something we’ve all headcannoned but never really got to see explicitly stated so that was a nice detail and call back but I expect nothing less with Maxine.

And aside from all of the Roblivion scenes, the rest of the episodes were fantastic as usual. The Laurel and Nicola scenes were touching and beautiful. Jimmy’s comedy was a welcome relief. Lydia being Lydia and tackling Lawrence and being awkward with Jimmy was brilliant. Laurel and Bernice’s chat about Gabby was heartbreaking for Laurel and I love that Bernice is kind of oblivious to the real issues, which is very her.

Also, these episodes made me start missing Finn already. Now that he’s not caught up in stalker plot hell, Finn is great again and I’ve missed him. All of his interactions with Vic and Adam and even his part in the Robert and Lawrence stuff were great. And I’m sincerely sad that they are killing him off. Couldn’t they have killed Pete instead? Haha

Anyway, Maxine is still amazing and I love her and still wish she wrote every episode of this god forsaken show because it would be better for it.

“Nothing to Everyone” - James Potter x Reader Imagine

request:  Hi, could you please write James x reader where reader is the best friend of Lily, although they’re kind of different since reader doesn’t stand out compared to Lily and she’s quiet and keeps a low profile mostly, so she’s usually cast into the shadows while Lily’s popular and liked by many, especially James, whom reader is secretly in love with. Angst please and thank you <3

— I really love writing about James, definitely. Hope you like it!♡



Being in the shadow of Lily Evans was great and annoying at both times. You being a quiet, shy girl, you really liked it to be her shadow. You would not require attention and could live your life peacefully. But when it came to guys, it was annoying. They had eyes only for the red-head girl and you were just her weirdo best friend that helped them get in contact with her. You were so over this, you thought this was getting really annoying but then again, you said nothing and hide your emotions.

Walking through the hallways with Lily’s arm linked with you, wasn’t your best time. Of course you loved your friend, to death even, and you loved being next to her. But the attention she got just reminded you how you were a nothing to everyone. Basically, they would all say hi to her, compliment her, some guys would flirt even, but you felt so bad because everybody just assumed you were lucky to have her. Yes, you were. But did the fact that she might be lucky to have you ever came to their mind? Probably not.

It was fine, really. Until you developed a secret crush into James Potter. And then the crush became feelings towards the boy as he was always around. The problem was that, him too, was seriously infatuated with the red head and you were just a shadow of hers. He was always around, always smiling, and she would just roll eyes and avoid him. You felt pity for him, he seemed genuine. But sadly, you just wished he would give up and go back to his friends because his presence made you even more in love. If that was possible.

It was a Tuesday night and you were in the Gryffindor Common Room with Lily, both studying hard. She was, actually. You were just in reading a book. But then again, the contrast was huge ; she was there with her long red hair down her shoulders, long eyelashes battling and biting her lip nervously as she scribbled on the parchment, looking to her school book from time to time. She looked flawless.
And then there was you. You were in a messy bun, old big pjs and reading a book stained with old coffee rings. But you couldn’t change and be like Lily, it just wasn’t you. Everything was alright until James entered.

“Hey, Evans. Wanna make out?” he shouted cockily, making her roll her eyes.

You watched carefully as the rest of his friends went in their dorm and he stood in front of you both, arms crossed.

“Leave it, Potter.” she replied dryly.
“C'mon. One date, I’m not that bad!” he said sighing. She said no with her head and proceeded on working as she moved her hand in a “go away” move.

James sighed one more time and looked at you. You immediately stuffed your nose into your book, hiding your red cheeks. You felt the couch sink and you looked up lightly, seeing he just sat next to you. He licked his bottom lip, messing his hair, and put one arm on the couch, behind you.

“Would you tell her? I’m handsome and nice!” he said.

You started stammering, not really knowing if you should tell him what you think of him or not.

“Pardon?” he cut you off, frowning.

Lily giggled which you drew a long hard stare to, and closed her book.

“I’ll leave now. And, Potter, just leave it. There’s no chance, okay?” she said, taking all of her belongings into her arms.
“Why??? Huh???”
“LEAVE IT, POTTER!” she screamed.

She left and he sighed again and looked back at you, you were pretending to read.

“How come she doesn’t like me? Should I really let go?” he asked. You kept your nose in your book.
“I mean, she really is the opposite of fancying you. I don’t think you got a chance.” you said honestly, eyes on the pages, feeling really poorly for him.
“That’s just mean!” he said, pouting. “You’re mean.”
“Don’t say I’m mean. I’m just being honest to help you!” you said dryly, looking at him.

He left a pause, thinking, then got closer to you, making your insides turn.

“Is it me? Am I really that bad?” he asked, this time with a soft voice and almost a whisper. You stammered again. “What?” he interrupted, confused.

You closed your book, clearing your voice, took a deep breath and looked at him. There it is.

“I think you’re nice. You’re sweet, funny and caring. You are a nice guy and let’s face it, you’re smart and talented. And no one can take away the handsomeness of you. I think you’re just not her type,” you said truthfully.

He looked at you for a moment, looking at every feature of you. He was looking right through your soul. He humidified his lips again, making you stare at them for a moment then back to his eyes.

“How come I never noticed how you are?” he said, whispering almost. You shrugged.
“I’m nothing to everyone,” you said looking down. He took your chin into his hands and made you look back at him.
“You’re not nothing to me. You never were. I just never noticed how beautiful you are, I only focused on your personality, I guess..” he said, feeling less and less confident with his confession.

You looked at him for a moment and frowned.

“Really?”
“Yes. You always were nice to me, and you’re really smart, too. I of course noticed you. And just now, I notice not only your inside is pretty. The outside is gorgeous too, yeah?” he said chuckling.

You giggled and kissed his cheek.

“Thank you James.”

This boy made your head spin. You took your book in hands and got up, to go to bed. You gave him a little wave which he responded to with a smile and you left to your dormitory. A few feet away from the stairs, you felt your hand being taken and you turned around. There he was.

“Yeah?” you asked confused. He looked at every feature of your face and stopped on your lips, making your heart stop, too.

He licked his bottom lip again, making you bite yours. He slowly touched it with his thumb, bringing it down slowly.

“This is really sexy. And the more you bite it, the more I want to kiss you.” he said. Your head started spinning.
“Do it.” you dared to say, in a whisper.

He crashed his lips into you and you felt electricity all over your body. You answered the kiss which turned into a full make out. You both were all over each other and kissing until you heard someone clear their throat. You both separated despite your want and looked behind James. There was Sirius with a little smirk and arms crossed.

“Well, well, well…” he started.
“Shut up, Pads. Go up, I’m coming!” said James, cutting him off. Sirius winked at you and walked back upstairs with an amused smirk.

James looked back at you and pecked your lips.

“Goodnight, love.” he whispered against them.
“Night, James.”

You both separated to your own dormitories, both with a speed heartbeat, a body full of heat, a mind spinning and the biggest smile of the world on the lips.



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One last crime

Criminals AU/PastelxPunk (but not in the traditional sense)

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Summary: Twisted hearts and twisted minds, but one constant remains - their love.

Word count: 5k

A/N: This is only partially edited oneshot that I was randomly inspired to write based on a phanart I saw HERE by @geewuun Hope you enjoy!

Trigger warnings: Some blood, weapons, violence, robbery, sexual themes (Nothing too graphic though)

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Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jungkook

Rating: 18+ (explicit sex, mafia!AU)

Warning: handcuffs, breath play

Word Count: 7,579

Summary: After losing several times to a very expensive card table, you find yourself deep in debt to the notorious mafia group, Bangtan. Taehyung is kind enough to offer you a way out. If you can succeed in taking home any guy of his choosing, your debt will be wiped clear. Then he points at Jungkook.

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It Ain’t Me: Part 7

Jungkook x reader ft. Yoongi

Request: Can you make a fake text about how bf hears a rumor about y/n and decides to break up without even knowing the true facts

Genre: Angst

Words: 2.4 K

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You took great interest in reading novels and visualizing them in your mind however, one thing you were never able to visualize without cracking up was when people said, “It’s as if time slowed down.” How could one not crack up at that? It took a comical tint when you tried to visualize it in your head. However, now you weren’t so sure about that because you were feeling exactly like that. The moment your eyes landed on Jungkook and Seulgi, you could swear Kronos himself had come alive to make things worse for you because a heavy feeling settled on you, and everything suddenly seemed to be moving at a very slow pace.

You noticed every detail within a matter of a few long seconds. Their intertwined hands, the transition of Jungkook’s expression from shock to disbelief to anger, Seulgi’s widened eyes with a twinge of fear in them and the change in Yoongi’s body language, which suddenly seemed passive aggressive with his hands casually crossed across his chest but eyes, hardened and angry.  

After what seemed like an eternity of jumbled, nonsensical thoughts appearing and disappearing out of your head, you took a deep breath and snapped out of your trance. You forced your shocked features to accommodate a poker face and turned around in your seat to face the bar.  


You couldn’t even bear to look at them.

Yoongi noticed your noiseless but pronounced decision and strangely enough, he came back on your side and sat down as well. You looked at him with slightly questioning eyes but he just gave you a knowing look as if to say: I told you I’m on your side on this.

You gave him a small smile despite your resolve to not show any emotions under the scrutiny of the two unexpected visitors but only because you couldn’t help yourself. How funny was this situation? Your boyfriend and best friend, well-ex boyfriend and ex best friend, were not by your side but this unexpected friend, who you had never thought would be with you offering you support, possibly at the expense of his friendship, was doing just that.

You couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or Yoongi’s unexpectedly supportive behavior this night but you were feeling warm on the inside despite all the tension surrounding you. At least there was one person, one friend, who was here, sitting by your side and listening to you.  You didn’t have to get affected by their presence. It’s not like they hadn’t individually made it clear to you that they were perfectly happy with each other. You could enjoy this night without paying attention to them and you would.

Your resolve, however, slightly weakened as you noticed Jungkook had broken out of his stupor and was very evidently walking towards you and Yoongi, leaving Seulgi in her place. He looked confused and angry. Your eyes were unresponsive throughout his short journey till Yoongi’s stool but your heart began beating so fast you could feel your ears vibrating with its movement. Nonetheless, you maintained your calm exterior until Jungkook stopped right behind Yoongi.


“Hyung, what the hell are you doing here?”


Of course, he wasn’t even going to acknowledge you.


You looked at Yoongi, expecting him to respond to Jungkook’s question but were surprised to find him looking at you.

“____, you want to get out of here? I’ll take you home.”

Your mouth fell slightly open at his blatant disregard for Jungkook’s question and looked up to find him mirroring your expression. Maybe Yoongi hadn’t noticed Jungkook?

“Y-Yoongi…” You gestured behind him to tell him about Jungkook. He looked at you and then turned back in his stool. You looked carefully at the exchange between the two friends, the tension getting the better of you.

Only, it didn’t last long.

Yoongi looked at him for two seconds and again, turned back towards you.

There it was. He was doing this on purpose.

“I know.” Yoongi said to you. “However, what I want you to pay attention to right now is my question. Do you want to get out of here?” He looked at you intensely, waiting for your answer.

At that moment you realized, he was telling you to make a decision much more important than just leaving the café. You either stay there and talk it out with Jungkook or leave him behind.

You considered both the options. Stay here and talk it out with him? Tempting. After all, you had tried so hard to get him to meet you even once without any success and now that he was finally in front of you, you had the chance.


But why should you?


It shouldn’t be you who’s getting anxious. It shouldn’t be you who’s hanging by every word that comes out of his mouth. It shouldn’t be trying to prove something to him, to offer explanations when there is not an iota of truth in the accusations put upon you. It’s been a while too late for you to even consider this option.

Leave him behind? Also sounds tempting. After all there’s contempt in you. Anger, frustration and hate. Yes, hate. You hate Jungkook for not believing you. You hate him for not listening to you. You hate him for not even giving you one chance. You hate her too. You hate them both. But why should you be the one running away?

Without newfound determination, you looked at Yoongi who was patiently waiting for an answer. You glanced at Jungkook as well, who was looking at you suspiciously.


“I want to stay here. Of course, if you want to leave we can.”


Yoongi smiled at your response, gauging the hidden meaning behind your words. You were not going to back down or hide in fear. You were going face the situation if it came to that. Or so you told yourself.


“Okay, we’ll stay here.”


You could see Jungkook getting agitated from the corner of your eyes. His breaths were shorter now, and his free hand- the one was not in his pocket was fisting and unfisting repeatedly. Of course, he was confused. He wasn’t going to just back down because just because he was ignored a few times. He brought his hand up to Yoongi’s shoulder


“Hyung. What is happening here?”


Yoongi finally looked back at him. “Why are you here, Jungkook?”

“What do you mean why am I here?” Jungkook asked him with incredulous eyes. “Why are you here hyung?”

“I am having a drink with _____, as you can see. Why don’t you go enjoy your time with your girlfriend?” Yoongi gestured, not so subtly.

A number of emotions passed through Jungkook’s face but his anger didn’t budge. He looked at you finally and even though you should have been prepared, you were still surprised by the amount of hate his eyes held as they looked into yours.  He looked at you as if you had once again let him down.


“Is this your way of taking revenge ____?” He spat out, his tone attracting a few stares from the people sitting around you. But you couldn’t care less about that. You were more focused on his words. You knew he was trying to rile you up.

“My way of taking revenge?” You scoffed. “C’mon Jeon, you know me better than that.”

“I don’t though, do I?” He shot back, his hand tracing his chin in derision. “I would’ve been prepared to see you shaking your pretty little ass for other men if I did.”


You felt a sharp jolt of pain hit your chest at his words. All sarcasm and humor left your brain as it tried hard to make you believe that the love of your life had openly shamed your character. You caught people staring in your direction, giving you unsavory looks but you tuned it out. All your focus was getting invested on keeping your goddamn tears in. You looked down at your lap and swallowed the huge lump in your throat.


“Jeon Jungkook, it’ll do you good to leave right now otherwise I swear to fucking god I’ll break your face.”


Yoongi’s voice rang out as he abandoned his drink and stood up to face Jungkook. Despite being slightly shorter, his aura was more intimidating and commanding. He didn’t flinch as he lightly pushed Jungkook in the stomach as a signal for him to back off.  


Jungkook looked at his hyung, clearly taken aback by his words. 


“Hyung,” He grit his teeth and stepped forward once again. “What do you think you’re doing right now?” His tone lowered considerably but you noticed that it was not out of respect but anger.

Yoongi was not one to be intimidated though. “I said, get the hell out of here punk, before I break your face.”

“Have you lost your mind, Hyung?” Jungkook exclaimed. “You will fight with me for…” He looked at you like you up and down, like you were something filthy, something untouchable. “Her?”  


Yoongi’s eyes grew wide at the vulgarity of his expression and he growled, bringing his hand up to hit him. Before he could land a punch though, you stopped him by grabbing his arm. It wasn’t like you felt generous towards Jungkook, far from it really. But you had had enough. Your heart felt like it was placed on a bed of needles. What had you even done to deserve such contempt? The tears had long escaped the holds of your fragile will and were falling down your face rapidly.  You heartbeat was skyrocketing, a little too unstable to be normal. You got up, you wanted to get out of here otherwise you would suffocate to death. However, the moment you got up from your seat your legs gave out. Yoongi rushed to grab you before you could fall down and held you in place.


“___! What’s happening? Talk to me!” His touch was light but through your blurry vision you saw the worry on his face.

You pressed on his arm to bring him closer to you and he complied, putting his ears near your mouth.

“I want to get out of here,” You panted. “I think I’m getting an anxiety attack.”



Jungkook’s heart fell when he saw your knees giving out. He reflexively reached out but Yoongi beat him to it. Had he gone too far? Were you drunk? He didn’t know. What could he do? He felt so very angry, so hateful. How could you sit here and enjoy your time? Did you not feel any guilt? Why did it have to be Yoongi? He had too many questions and no answers. Everything around him was hazy.

His jealousy flared the moment he saw you pulling Yoongi towards you and mumbling in his ears. Yoongi nodded and immediately put his hands around your waist pulling you up. You leaned on him for support, closing your eyes.


“Get out of the way, I need to take her home.”


Jungkook looked at Yoongi when he realized he was the one being addressed. Yoongi’s eyes were stormy; Jungkook could tell he was really angry with him. But why? Why was he angry with him? Jungkook grit his teeth. Why did it have to be him? Why couldn’t he see that you were the one who betrayed him? He was the victim here. He looked at you as your shallow breaths brushed away the few hairs falling on your face. Your face shined with sweat and tears and your lips were dry. He narrowed his eyes. Were you sick?

He again reflexively reached out to touch your face but you opened your eyes just in time. There was an unreadable emotion in your eyes but it was one that sent shivers down his spine. His hand froze mid-air.


“Don’t fucking touch me Jeon Jungkook. I don’t want you anywhere near me.”


Jungkook’s heart hammered in his chest at your words. A feeling of guilt settled over him as he looked in your eyes. You were the one in the wrong and yet your eyes were fixed. You stare was unflinching.

Your stare was unapologetically true.

His eyes widened. He could sense the seed of doubt growing in his mind but he quickly dismissed it. He couldn’t be wrong, he knew he couldn’t be…but what if he was? What would he do then?

He was forced out of his thoughts as Yoongi’s hands roughly pushed him out of the way. He staggered back but collected himself before he bumped into something. When he looked up again, Yoongi was already half way to the doors with you in his arms and you…you were sleeping?


No. No goddammit. You were unconscious.


“Shit.” Jungkook muttered under his breath and ran forward, concern taking over his senses. Yoongi was almost near the door when Jungkook rushed and stopped him.

“Hyung! What happened? Is she okay?” He asked, a little out of breath.

“Knock it off, kid. We can discuss this later. She needs to get out of here and she doesn’t want you there.” Yoongi told him sternly, once again turning away to step out. Once gain, Jungkook stopped him.

“Please, Hyung! At least tell me what’s happening to her! Is-“

Yoongi’s voice was steel cold when he interrupted Jungkook.


“You’re a fucking piece of shit, you know that? A brat. Do you think you can just step in anytime and do any thing you fucking want to? You practically called her a whore in front of everyone and you think you get to show concern 5 minutes past? If the situation was any different, I would have beaten the shit out of you. Get it together, you fucking bastard.”

Silence settled around Jungkook after Yoongi finished. There was nothing he could say. Despite the noise, all he could register was the stillness around him as he looked at you lying in Yoongi’s arms and Yoongi holding you protectively.

“Oh and Jungkook?” Yoongi’s voice rang in his ears and he caught his hyung’s eyes once again.


“Your girlfriend is waiting for you. Have fun.”


With that, he opened the door and rushed out, leaving Jungkook standing there immobile behind the doors, unable to decipher his own thoughts and feelings.


To be Continued…

Much love, 

Inferno-loop

The Dragon & The Wolf

Dragonpit scene - I love how Jon always wants to be on the front row when Daenerys arrives. 

When he said to everyone he already bend the knee. Danys face— she knew what that line meant. And was conflicted about how to react to this. They already know they are falling hard. At least she does and things like these doesnt make it easier. 

Ok I feel myself coming into a rant here. Its just so beautiful to me how Jon is so different for her than any other man she has ever met. I am rewatching GOT and she has never been around any man like she has been with Jon. 

He intrigues her so much and I don’t think she ever had or felt that for anyone. Her feelings for other men were always clear for her. 

She loved Drogo but it was set up and she fell for him during their relationship. But I feel like that relationship formed who she is now and she didnt really knew who she was back there. She loved -spending time with- Daario but she was always in control with him.

Jon is a completely different story for her. And Emilia plays that so well. He brings out this really special vurnable side of Daenerys we have rarely seen.

And she fell for it, and fell for it hard. 

She was so desperate to save Drogo and her decisions didn’t make any sense and I like how she was the same when she heard of Jon & co being in trouble. She didnt listen but just thought with her heart.

– k I am gonna stop here. I am not even close to Boatsex talk and I am already rambling —

“No one is less happy about this than I am” “I know” Love. Loved. LOVE this. How she just understands him. 

They are both people who ask for respect and honesty. She always asks people to follow her and wants their word and he is a man of his word so its only natural she understands it. Its like the scene he told her he was gonna go to the wall as well. She hates that he is this way but she also respects it. (and finds it extremely attractive).

Also, subtle handtouching. Like you touched last week and now you just wanna get more huh? 

THAT SCENE IN THE CORNER OF DRAGONPIT. They were like 2 schoolkids being all secretly. 

And again, I love how Jon kinda drops a cheesy line there and at any other man she’d roll her eyes but with him it just makes her heart drop.

And him trying to make a joke there. Like here they are, her dragon just died, his plan is going to hell and they share this beautiful bittersweet moment. 

Her whole speech about having to trust him sooner was so heartbreaking cause maybe then her dragon would still be alive. (I am gonna cry when she’ll see Viserion for the first time) 

Dragonstone scene - can they buy a mansion there?

THIS. THIS. Haha Jon, I am so onto you. First the cave paintings and now -Notherners like people who arrive together-trick. Yeah you just want her on that boat huh?

I felt so bad for Jorah tho’. She completely ignored his plan. And she knew she did that. At the end of the scene she leanded to the table a little like trying to hold her posture but full aware that many people, including Jorah, knows about her affection to the King of hte North. 

I find Jon much harder to read. But I think it is beautiful to see how he didnt trust her at first and really does see her for who she is. Like he told her. And how he is so amazed by her. He is so starstruck. I never really liked Jon with Yigritt she was definitely his first love but Dany is something he really pines for. Yigritt was also wrong and impossible but it happened anyway. Here he knows there is much more at stake. But he can’t deny his feelings any longer. And thats why he showed up at her door.

Now about Boatsex, I would have loved for it to go differently - well actually not different just - longer. More build up. But I understand why it went the way it went. Jon knew what he wanted and I love how they let the moment last for a bit with him standing at her door, looking in her eyes, waiting for her approval and she knew what he meant by looking in his eyes and let him in. She bend the knee. 

I was dying for a kiss here. And a little sad it didnt happen - there will be a lot of fanfic request about the missing part between the door and the bed – hint hint. 

But its like we are still gonna get our first kiss in season 8-kinda.

It was so beautifully brought yet stil hot. Jon’s ass was a nice distraction ASS-well. 

And him taking over control was so hot, not only for me but I think Daenerys agrees. Their bodies looked so beautiful together. Fire and Ice. They were so full of need and it was all lust and passionate and then my favorite part came and Jon broke the moment and we had time to realize that this isn’t just two character hooking up. No, they are in love. 

And he was so amazed by her and her beauty and how pure she looked. You can really feel he looks at Daenerys here, not with all the titles but just her and she realized this and she looks so vurnable and just so beautiful to him.

You can really see her kinda scared about what this is she’s feeling and it all just because so overwhelming for them. UGH THIS SCENE.

HOW HE STROKES HER HAIR. SO BEAUTIFUL. 

And how she hold his face. 

And then he just looks at her, when he looks at her, its like the first time I see clearly through his feelings and he just lets his guard down. He loves her. There’s no way to run from his feelings. No more excuses of -the great war is coming-. He never really let his feelings for her take over. Never fully thought with his heart and here he does and he just let it take over.

I just—-

Ps: Tyrion watching was odd but it just represented the scene Bran was talking about how their love ruined all kingdoms and how Tyrion cant feel but sad and confused about what he should do about this and if it is the right thing.

I am not sure how I will make it until 2019 to wait for more and I am so curious to see where all this will go. I am really curious how they will act after this episode and they will probably learn about Jon’s family name soon enough with only 2 episodes in and I do feel this will cause a problem for them. Jon will be all - wtf and Daenerys will be distrustfull about her claim to the throne. But I can suspect moments of Jon being all noble and telling her, by episode 5 probably, that he doesnt want the title but he does want her. Oh and she is definetely pregnant. BRING ON THE ANGST. 

Cant wait for Arya’s reaction to Dany btw. 

– Now I am off to fanfiction land – 

Thank you for an amazing 7th shipping season.

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Flirt

Request: okay so I saw how your requests are open and yay! and could I request a Bucky x reader? like something about how he loves flirting with her and getting her flustered because she’s kinda shy, and she thinks it’s nothing but he really likes her? sorry if it’s too specific.- anon

Bucky Barnes X shy!Reader

Word Count: 1312

Warnings: None? 

A/N: Hi! I hope this is okay. I’m a terrible flirt, so I did my best with this!! I hope that you like it, and that it’s nice a fluffy after my last one-shot. Feedback would be awesome! :) xo 

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Nothing More [ IV ] [ Final ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst

Length: 3k

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Summary: Watching the man you love love someone else was the most painful feeling in the world.

Part One: x Part Two: x  Part Three: Alternate Ending: x

Originally posted by angel-in-slow-motion

It was terrifying how much could change in a year. To think that just a few short weeks could change everything about you was daunting, but true. When you had left life felt like torture, like everywhere you looked there was something waiting to mock you. You were broken, your heart all but ashes when you boarded the first flight away, but you knew it was what you needed to do. You needed time away from it all to figure out what you wanted, to figure out who you were without all of the things you’d grown so used to. It was hard, leaving it all behind, like you just gave away a piece of yourself with no plans of ever getting it back.

Loving Byun Baekhyun was hard, but letting that love go, was harder.

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BTS Reaction to You Flinching During an Argument

Requested by Anonymous, “bts reacts to you flinching? ive seen this one a lot but i want to know how my favorite writer will have this down ((:”


Jin ➳ He didn’t mean it at all, the words slipping from his lips and his tone maximizing as each second passed by wasn’t what he had intended to happen, and especially when you clenched your eyes shut as he had hastily grabbed onto your shoulder — he instantly felt despair wash him over as his limb was quickly retracted. “No, no, no” he quickly said, eyes painted in a thin layer of mist as he gulped, “I could never bring you physical pain, you believe me, yeah?”

You didn’t respond, looking away as you bit your lip whilst sniffling; and when his hand reached up slowly above your frame, it froze, wondering if the moment he decided to lay a finger on you, your image would disappear like the ripples erupting inside the sea.

Originally posted by akaishinkirou


Suga ➳ He was cold, black wispy bangs covering his obsidian orbs like a sheer curtain, but, you could still see the gems gleaming in lividity as his impassive tone was soon laced with a ferocious growl, and even though he had only threw his hand up in the air to point towards the direction the man that had confessed to you had walked down after trying to kiss you inside your own home, you stagger in fear of being hit by the swinging arm — soon landing on your bottom as you let out a weak cry.

“Babe, I'm–” but he stopped, only staring to you in remorse as he believed it wasn’t his place to apologize, wondering how he could have let the argument go so far to the point that you believed he could hurt you.

Originally posted by yoongiyi


J-Hope ➳ It was just a teeny fragment that had chipped from his heart the moment a teardrop of translucent crystals had slithered a trail down your skin, but when you had brought up both arms to hug your face when he had only took a step forward; his heart blasted, immediately causing the man to burst into silent tears. Using the sleeve of his shirt, he wiped the tears away because he knew he didn’t deserve to cry or try to explain himself, yet, his emotions still spoke for him.

“Do you really think that little of me?” He cracked out, reaching over hesitantly as he pulled you into his chest, his other hand lifting your chin up to lock eyes with him, “never will I hurt the one I love, (y/n), never.”

Originally posted by d-boy93


RapMonster“Please!” He yelled, turning to you in a frenzy as you stood at the door with an expression slowly morphing into sadness, “just get out!”

He didn’t know what had overcame him, he didn’t even realize when he had abruptly got up from his revolving chair just to charge towards you and before he could softly push you out from the bedroom, you had squeaked as you nearly toppled over your own footing as he quickly grasped your arm, apologizing to Namjoon in fear that he would hurt you and he knew it. He was heartbroken, letting go of you in the speed of light as he knew he couldn’t trust his own self, slapping his cheeks with his hands to calm his feelings down.

“I would never lay a finger on you,” he muttered, “the day I do, I’d be way past dead.”

Originally posted by just-namjooned


Jimin ➳ It was just a small, stupid argument over something so innocent, yet, he had let his jealousy get the better of him. He wasn’t yelling, only laughing sadistically as he looked to the floor with his fingers softly tapping the marble kitchen table and a small smirk adorning his features which scared you to bits. His kind demeanor was nowhere in sight, and when his head snapped towards your build with his fist slamming against the table and making you yelp — his eyes widened once your back stumbled into the wall just to get away from him.

“I’m sorry.” His whispered, quickly walking away because he knew he was in the wrong, and he also knew he didn’t want to see the expression you made ever again because that was enough to nearly burst his heart in pain and regret.

Originally posted by jinmini


V ➳ He saw the tears trickling down your skin, he noticed the way your pupils blasted with terror but he didn’t care, his anger painted him in colors so morbid that the moment he took a step closer to you, you couldn’t help but raise your arms up in defense as you flinched away. It was in a matter of seconds that the lone gesture had him apologizing immediately, quickly walking away from you to cool down and try to erase the image that would soon haunt him in his dreams.

“I love you, you know that, right?” He whispered into the spacey room later that night, slowly pulling you into his chest. Digging his face into your neck, he pressed a soft kiss as he waited for you to slowly fall into slumber.


Jungkook ➳ He was boiling with rage, his anger threatening to scald you as your yelling only further cackled the fire simmering the large pot of water that was slowly evaporating into thin air. Here he was slamming his fists onto the table, against the walls and once he stepped towards your frame as his hand reached for your shoulders — you flinched, squeezing your eyes shut as a tear slid down your cheek.

Jungkook froze, previous emotions flying from his mind as his heart began to shatter in many pieces, quickly pulling you into a hug and running a hand through your hair. “I’m sorry,” he said, and although you could only laugh at the situation, his arms tightened around you, “I would never hurt you, please, believe me..”

Originally posted by kookiesforjimin


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I Think I’m In Love With You

Author: ceruleanbucky

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

WARNINGS: SMUT, cursing, oral (male and female receiving), UNPROTECTED SEX, fingering, sexual tension, fluff, and overall sin.

A/N: guy’s I’ve updated twice in like a week and a half what is happening?!?! I mean, it’s not necessarily bad. Also, this fic is hella long, and I;m not going to lie, I’m really proud of it. Hope you guys like it! Part two of “Seven Minutes In Heaven” is coming next week.


You wake up with a start, breathing heavily and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. You tried to recall what it was you were dreaming about, but to no avail. You eventually give up, thinking that it was another nightmare.

You glance at your alarm clock, wondering about the time. Seeing that you have two more hours to sleep, you gladly roll over and go back to sleep.

When your alarm goes off, you feel even more tired than you were earlier. You still manage to drag yourself out of bed, and start your day. It’s then when you smell the bacon, and the coffee. Perking up at the idea of a good breakfast, you put on some more decent pyjamas, and head to the kitchen. Most people are still asleep, seeing as the sun is only just rising, so you wonder who is in the kitchen. You step in, and find Bucky cooking up a storm.

“Sad, or mad?” You ask as you walk in, knowing it’s one of the two. He looks at you with confusion, so you rephrase.

“Are you cooking because you’re sad, or because you’re pissed off? Because I know you, Bucky, and it’s only one of those two.” You smirk at your friend, earning a smirk back.

“Neither actually.” He side-eyes, adding to your curiosity.

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So here’s the thing.

I love the ‘Viktor lives an extravagant lifestyle and wants to shower Yuuri in rich things’ headcanon as much as the next person. I think it stems from my working class fantasies of someday marrying someone who wants to love and support me unconditionally both emotionally and financially. But who doesn’t.

That being said, I see a lot of people portraying Viktor as sitting down with Yuuri in the planning process for their wedding (And for the rest of their lives) and saying things like Ten-tier wedding cake celebrity chef catering Armani tuxes white doves all-rose centerpieces g o l d and all I can imagine–and, granted, this is just my personal view of Yuuri as a character; Yuuri who I over-identify with on a good day–is Yuuri sitting there and going HOLY! SHIT! and completely shutting down.

And maybe this is how Viktor starts off as. Viktor probably comes from money originally, and we as a fandom have discussed this to kingdom come. We’ve also concluded that even if your personal headcanon is Viktor achieving his own wealth, he’s…well, wealthy. This is more or less canon at this point. Viktor is, perhaps not necessarily The One Percent, but definitely high upper middle class, and definitely not afraid to show it.

And he’s good! So good! He’s genuine with it, he wants to spend all of his money on his fiance and his dog and their wedding and the life they’re going to build together! He wants to buy a big place to live, a house or a condo he doesn’t care, and fill it with family and love!

But Yuuri doesn’t come from wealth. He comes from a family that probably sometimes struggled to pay bills. Sometimes, he probably sat in his bedroom and listened to his parents decide whether they were going to get the car fixed, or replace the washing machine, because they couldn’t afford to do both at the same time. I have this idea that Toshiya probably got a second job to pay for Yuuri’s ballet and ice skating lessons, and that it’s probably something Yuuri felt very bad about–and still does to a certain extent.

And he’s paying them back, now. He’s winning, sometimes, and whatever he doesn’t need to feed himself goes straight back home. But then he gets engaged to literally the most successful figure skater in the history of forever.

And maybe sometimes he can’t deal?

I think that Viktor is the kind of person who would realize fairly quickly that Yuuri is uncomfortable with grant displays. Yuuri is the kind of person who doesn’t like PDA; he doesn’t hug his parents after five years away because it’s just not what’s done in his culture. Of course he would be uncomfortable with sitting next to his fiance with the wedding planner while the words filet mignon dinner come out of his mouth.

And I think it would come out to something like this: Viktor realizes that it isn’t the size or extravagance of the wedding that he wants to badly, but the symbolism. He wants something beautiful. Something lovely, and intricate, and full of meaning. Viktor has been confusing expense with significance his entire life, and I think that this is the moment where he realizes that that’s not the case.

And yes, some of those elements are expensive. Blue rose aren’t cheap, and neither is champagne. But Makkachin is well-trained and only has to be pointed in the right direction to bring them their rings–and he works for liver treats. And Phichit is a wonderful photographer for a man whose major played a background role to his skating career. And the day Viktor and Yuuri asked Hiroko and Toshiya Katsuki if they could have their wedding at the Onsen was the day that Viktor realized, truly realized, that he had gained not only a lover, a life partner, but a family. 

It’s not the wedding Viktor imagined–except, it was never going to be, because Viktor doesn’t think he ever quite imagined getting married to someone. 

Of course, the fact that Viktor spent well over their honeymoon budget is…something that Yuuri supposes he can tolerate.

The one where Y/N loves Harry’s mouth, and he loves eating her out. 

i.

She was frustrated.

All day, her mind had been tortured with thoughts of him that did exceedingly well to get her panties wet, and heart hammering against her chest. Starting from when she woke up alone this morning, she’d felt a need for him. He’d left early because of meetings, and she had to go to work. She was slightly grumpy and frustrated that she didn’t get to have him that morning. Carried a pouty lip to work with her. The thoughts followed her—haunted her—she felt like. She couldn’t focus her mind on anything else - mental images of Harry’s mouth grazing her neck while his fingers worked on her clit, or how dark his eyes would get when he stared up at her with his tongue licking stripes all over her heat, distracting her from everything she had to get done.

So, when she gets home, she’s quick to run to him and press her lips against his soft ones. God, she loves his lips, they’re so good. 

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Bluebells

Summary: Dan just really wants to put flowers in Phil’s hair.
Word Count: 2,498
Warnings: none
A/N: Hello! I’ve had this image in my head of Phil with flowers in his hair for like 2 months straight and obv i needed to write about it since I can’t do art. This whole fic is basically just me gushing about how beautiful Phil is and I’m not even ashamed. See art for this fic here, here, here, here, and here

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There is a boy that makes Dan yearn to weave flowers into his hair every time he sees him. There is a boy with pale skin as white as snow and pretty blue eyes the colour of Bluebells. He has hair like the night sky and it sometimes glimmered in the light to form little galaxies. He wanted to thread Baby’s Breath through those pretty raven locks until his hair matches the colour of his eyes.

It was an addiction, an anomaly, something that does not normally cross Dan’s mind. Usually, he doesn’t see someone and want to thread flowers through their hair. Usually, he doesn’t think about flowers at all.

But then he saw him and he couldn’t stop himself from going home and studying the names of flowers that reminded Dan of him. Hyacinths and Marigold and Sweet Peas and Lavender, all melding into one to make the most beautiful man Dan had ever laid eyes on.

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By Heart [ I ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst / Some Fluff

Length: 4.4k

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader

Summary: Getting over him was the most impossible thing in the world because part of you couldn’t believe it was really over.

Part Two: x Part Three: x Part Four: x

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

The hardest part about giving someone else your heart, is that it then belongs to them. Even if things end, they will forever own a piece of you. A piece of the most important part of you, no less. It’s a piece of yourself that you can never get back, not really, not fully.

Six months. One hundred eighty two days. Four thousand three hundred sixty eight hours. That was how long it had been since you felt whole.

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a-sisi-universe  asked:

i love your blog, could you do a drabble in which draco is really obviously flirting and harry is super oblivious, and the draco gives up and kisses him? thanks in advance!!

((I hope you don’t mind, I combined your prompt with one very vague anon prompt…also, I accidentally wrote 1.2k instead of a tiny drabble so I figured you may forgive me.))


“You don’t understand!  After the end of the year, I don’t really see us being around each other much.  I feel like I’m running out of time.  If I don’t do something soon, I’ll lose my chance with him forever!” Draco said.

“Poor thing, can’t imagine what it’s like to lose your chance with a crush, forever, only to be stuck in a toilet, forever…” Myrtle sobbed.

Draco was very used to navigating the ghost’s moodswings, “Of course you can. That’s why you are so important to me.  I didn’t go to any of my other friends, did I?  And I didn’t start talking about myself until after I fixed the lock on your favorite stall?”

Myrtle sniffled. “I guess.  But maybe he just doesn’t like boys.”

“I asked Weasely if he did,” Draco said, “and it wasn’t a pleasant conversation. I only asked if Harry liked boys and he started shouting at me. ‘He can like whoever he wants. You got a problem with that?’ Then he stood up like he was ready to fight me.”

Myrtle almost laughed, “Well, if he turns you down, just remind him that he can come see me any time he likes.”


Harry was his potions partner, his roommate since the eighth year rooming assignments were posted, even his friend.  But Draco wanted more.  He had always wanted more.  Draco had admitted that to himself almost at the beginning of the school year.  Harry never exactly turned him down, either.  That just made everything maddening.

He invited Harry to Hogsmeade the month before.  When Harry accepted, Draco was over the moon.  He came crashing back down to Earth when he grabbed Harry’s hand.  Harry had just stopped walking and looked at Draco.

“What?” Harry asked, pulling his hand out of Draco’s.

Draco panicked, “I, er, do you mind if we stop in to the quidditch supply shop? I need some polish.”

“Well, yeah.  I thought that was what we were here for,” Harry said.  

“I guess I thought we were multitasking,” Draco said.


A week later, in Potions, Harry was leaning over the cauldron to see if it smelled like burnt cinnamon yet as the assignment indicated.  His hair had gotten longer than Draco had ever seen it and he just couldn’t keep his hands to himself.  He reached over and ran his fingers through the thick, black tangle of hair, tucking it behind Harry’s ear.

“I wasn’t going to get my hair in the potion,” Harry said. “It’s not that long.”

Draco let out a deep sigh. “I know.”  He made himself look away from Harry only to make eye contact with Weasley who promptly made an I’m-watching-you gesture.


The following weekend, someone asked the house elves to bring cappuccinos and lattes up “as study aides, obviously” and Draco tried to care about the cappuccino in front of him, but he couldn’t stop watching Harry.  He almost choked on air as he watched Harry run his tongue along the rim of his mug, licking the chocolate from the edges of his cafe mocha.  

Draco couldn’t keep his eyes off Harry’s lips.  Draco reached up and brushed his thumb over Harry’s bottom lip.

Harry pulled away. “Do I have chocolate on me?” Harry asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Completely crestfallen, Draco just shook his head. “You’re good.”  Before he went back to his Transfiguration essay, he caught eye contact with Weasley who was trying very hard not to laugh.


Earlier this week, Draco walked into their room to catch Harry dancing quite ridiculously to some muggle love song.  Harry blushed beautifully, and Draco grabbed his hands and danced with him.  By the end of the song, they were a bit closer than just hand-in-hand and both laughing.

“Why can’t all of my friends be so forgiving when I’m caught doing something silly?” Harry asked. “Hermione danced with me, but Ron never would.“ 

“I wouldn’t say ‘never,’” Weasley said from the doorway.

“Glad I could keep your dignity intact.  I only came in, for, er,” Draco looked around, “this,” he said, grabbing an ink bottle off his desk.  Weasley stared him down as he left the room.


Tonight, they sat in the common room celebrating the end of the first round of exams.  Draco couldn’t keep his eyes off Harry.  He laughed at Harry’s jokes, gave him a friendly shove when those jokes were at Draco’s expense.  Draco melted every time Harry’s leg bumped his own.  He intentionally moved a little closer when he thought it would make Harry’s shoulder brush his own. Then a conversation started taking over the group as a whole.

“I think a first kiss should always be discussed,” Pansy said. “It’s too presumptuous to assume an eye flutter and a smile would mean it’s okay to kiss.”

“It’s just because you’re a massive flirt,” Blaise said.

“Pots and kettles,” Hermione said. “I don’t know, I think it’s important to get consent, but implied consent between two people, depending on the people and the situation, could be okay.”

“I guess that tells you where I stand,” Weasley added. “How ‘bout you Harry? Negotiate kissing or surprise kissing?“ 

Harry shifted in his seat, "I don’t know.  It’s kind of hard to imagine anyone really wanting to kiss me.  Especially now, I mean, I don’t even know any other guys who prefer guys.”

Weasley stared at Draco before looking back at Harry, “Question still stands.  If one of us,” he said, waving a hand at the men in the group, “decided we fancied you.  Would you insist we asked permission?”

Draco’s head was going fuzzy.  Maybe he needed to remind himself to breathe.

“You trying to admit something there, Ron?” Harry laughed.

“Answer the question, dude,” Weasley said.  More than a couple people were looking at him like he’d sprouted a second face.

Harry threw his hands up in defeat, “What is the deal? Why are you getting so worked up over this? No. No. No I’m not opposed to surprise kisses! No, kiss consent isn’t something I insist on. No.  Okay. No-”

Before he realized he was moving, Draco had Harry’s face in his hands and his lips on Harry’s.  

“Thank fuck!” Weasley shouted.

Draco kissed Harry roughly, months of oblivious rejections be damned. When he felt Harry’s hands on him, he worried for the briefest moment that Harry would push him away.  It didn’t happen.  Harry’s arms circled his waist, pulling him closer as he kissed Draco back.  And, oh sweet Merlin, he moaned against Draco’s lips.  

Draco pulled away enough to ask, “How the bloody hell did you not know I like men?!”

Harry laughed, “Too much to hope for, I guess.”

Weasley, one of the few who hadn’t left while they were practically devouring each other, said, “He’s only been throwing himself at you for years, mate. And, Malfoy, I’d say it’s about bloody time you made a move but in your defense, you’ve been putting moves on him all year.”

Harry started to say something, but Draco cut him off with a kiss.

“Want to go discuss this, privately?” Draco asked.

Harry nodded. “Please.”

Fears Bill Skarsgård x Reader

Requester: atliefloresdaprimavera

Prompt: Reader is Bills gf, and she’s a famous book author and she’s terrified of clowns. They both support each other and are each others biggest fans so when he tells her he got the role she swallows her fear (he knows about her phobia) and helped him prepare for the role, but she didn’t want to go to visit on set; but the kids are her fans and she went to visit them one day later he tells on interviews he was scared for their relationship because of the role.

Warning: None 

Originally posted by deathtown

Originally posted by carlaconce

You hummed as you wrote on the computer trying to figure out what to write for your new book. You at the moment we’re having the worst kind of thing an author can go through—writers block. You had tried to start a new book but it just ended up falling apart before it could even take off.

Even the best authors such as Stephen King and J.K Rowling had writers block. According to most you were considered one of those truly best selling authors but you didn’t really think of yourself as one of the best even though that was how you met your boyfriend the Bill Skarsgård.

He was one of your biggest fans and you were of him and then one day during a book signing you met and it was pretty much love at first sight. You looked up from your computer at the tv show currently playing on the TV, Supernatural. You were on the episode with Sam and the clown.

Your heart raced incredibly fast when you saw the clown and had to look back down at the computer to avoid watching. You were terrified, TERRIFIED of clowns. When you were little your older brother and his friends thought it would be a good idea to fill the cellar full of antique life size clown dolls both made for Halloween (aka motion activated) and just for decoration.

And no, they didn’t just leave you in there for a few minutes and then just let you out they left you in there all night. You had to go to therapy for 2 years just to get over not suddenly shrieking at the top of your lungs for several minutes when you saw a clown on the tv.

Even if it was a fun colorful clown with painted dimples and mouth you still had a bad breakdown. You continued to stare at your screen and try to figure out how to even start the story.

Once upon a time?

Once upon a dream? (Reference!)

So a man walks into a bar…?

You groaned and slumped down tapping your bottom lip in thought. Several minutes had passed and you still didn’t write anything down. Your prayers were sort of answered when Bill came in.

“Hey!” He called from across the condo.

“Hey honey! How was your day?” You called.

“Amazing. You won’t believe what role I got.” He replied walking into the living room.

“Ooh is it popular?” You asked picking up your mug of coffee.

“Yeah you know that movie IT? I’m playing Pennywise.”

You instantly choked on your drink coughing and hacking and placing the mug back on the coffee table to avoid dropping or spilling it. Bill rushed over gently patting your back as you wheezed and felt the rest of the coffee go down.

“What’s wrong babe?” He asked.

“You…Pennywise…”

Bill remembered your extreme clown fear and frowned, “I know your afraid of clowns so that’s why I came to you before I could accept.”

“Uh…yeah, I’m perfectly fine about it. Just don’t think about coming home dressed as a clown unless you want me to beat you to death with a bat.” You warned.

He smiled and kissed your head before saying, “Thanks baby. I love you.”

“Love you too.” You sighed.

He walked off and you continued to stare at the blinking cursor.

So far the IT remake had been in production for a month now and Bill was doing a pretty good job making sure to not act like Pennywise when he arrives home. The first time he did slip up was with his creepy laugh.

You both were putting the dishes away and talking when he did the Pennywise laugh and your glass slipped and shattered onto the counter. Bill snapped his head towards you and saw you were staring at him wide eyed and paralyzed like there was a clown right behind him.

“Sorry I…”

“No, no it’s fine. I’m fine.” You said before walking off to get the duster.
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Ever since then he’s been extra careful not to act or talk like his character.

3 months into production he had finally been able to meet the Losers kids. He talked to them when he was out of costume and when he mentioned you all their eyes lit up in a split second.

“Your dating (Name) (Last Name)???” Jaeden (aka Bill) asked.

“Yeah you know her?” Bill said.

“I love her book Deathly Dreams.” Sophia (Beverly) said her eyes twinkling. All their eyes were as they shared what books they loved the most.

“Can you please bring her down here? My life would be complete if I got her autograph and got to talk to her.” Wyatt (Stan) pleaded.

“Pleeeaaase?” All the Losers nearly begged making puppy eyes.

Bill laughed knowing he was out matched against the seven kids (both in and out of character) and calmly said, “Alright, alright. I’ll try to get her down here.”

They cheered and Bill frowned hoping you’d be up for it. Maybe if he just tried to avoid you in costume like he did with the kids you’d be fine.

Right?

Later that night he bit his lip as he came home to find you were sitting in front of your computer typing your book.

“Hey sweetie.” He greeted kissing your head.

“Hey honey.” You replied picking your head up for a lip kiss instead.

He eagerly did and sat down next to you gently rubbing your shoulders making you look at him concerned.

“What?” Bill asked.

“Are you okay?” You asked.

“No your just looking tense.” He replied.

“Well how did filming go today?” You asked turning your head to continue to type.

“Good. I uh…talked to the kids…and they’re actually big fans of you.”

“Really?” You asked snapping your head towards him.

“Yeah. They were fangirling over you.”

“Awww that’s so sweet.” You giggled.

“Well…um…they also wanted to see you.”

Your smile faded slowly realizing why he was doing that. He wanted you to come onto the set to see the kids but…he would be in his character and…oh no.

“I mean you don’t have to we can just-”

“N-No it’s fine, I’ll go. I mean I kind of always wanted to see a movie behind the scenes with my own eyes. Maybe it’ll help me with this stupid book.” You said.

“Really?”

“Totally.”

“You sure?”

“Bill, I’ll be fine.” You assured him.

“Alright.” He sighed.

The next day you went in with him and got to meet the director Andy who was also a big fan of your books. He lead you over to where the children were for makeup and as soon as you walked in they recognized you and nearly tackled you in a hug fangirling.

“Oh my gosh your (Name) (Last Name)!” Jack (Eddie) squealed.

“Yes I am.” You smiled feeling like you were floating in space.

A famous horror movie director and 7 soon-to-be famous kids loved your books?

Who knew?!

You took selfies with them, signed their books, talked to them, until you needed to use the bathroom. Good news was you were in a warehouse so you didn’t have to do your business in the woods or in a porta potty.

Bad news was you were lost trying to find your way back from the bathroom.

You were sure you had gone too far deep into the warehouse and now were wandering around the creepy place looking everywhere. You couldn’t find anyone to ask where you were so you were alone, becoming scared, and confused.

Great.

You sighed as you continued to wander your footsteps echoing. You heard the sound of laughter and shuddered remembering that laugh. A clown’s laugh. It sounded so familiar to the one over a decade and a half ago when you were in the cellar. Your heart was racing as you tried to get away from the source of the laughs.

Fear was overtaking your mind as you hurried to find your way out looking left and right. The echoes only seemed to be getting closer but you couldn’t tell if it was you  or the thing releasing the laughter going closer.

You finally came into a room and your blood ran ice cold and your heart seemed to stop dead. Standing there was a clown. Your brain was so filled with fear that it didn’t recognize that it was Bill.

If anyone saw him really unless they knew they wouldn’t be able to recognize him underneath all the makeup. You surely didn’t. When the clown turned to face you your skin turned paper white and your breath was trapped in your throat.

“(Name)?” Bill said in his real voice.

He started walking towards you and you took several steps back before running.

“(Name)!” Bill called.

He watched as you ran as fast as you could which was faster than him.

“(Name)!” He called.

“Leave me alone!” You screamed.

You ran into a closet and slammed the door shut hyperventilating. You ran your fingers through your hair and curled up in the corner feeling incredibly dizzy and sick.

“(Name)? (Name) please, where are you?” He asked.

You weren’t able to reply back gasping too hard. It hurt to breathe. You heard the knock on the door and you shuddered, “(Name)? You in here?”

“Bill I’m so scared.” You sobbed.

“(Name), it’s just me. Okay. I’m dressed as Pennywise but I’m not going to hurt you. Okay?”

“O-o-okay.”

“Can I come in?” He asked.

“S-Sure.”

“(Name), I need a yes or a no…”

You took a deep breath before firmly replying, “Yes.”

The door opened and you squeaked and curled in on yourself. Despite this Bill walked over to you and knelt down in front of you.

“(Name), please don’t be scared. It’s me Bill.”

You slowly opened your eyes but you could still only see the clown. Your heart was pounding so fast your body had told you to get up and run but Bill was quicker and pulled you to his chest in a hug. You frantically panicked nearly hyperventilating as you tried to get away.

“(Name), it’s just me. It’s just me.” He whispered comfortingly.

He took off his silk glove and reached up to his eye before taking off one of the yellow contact lenses revealing his actual blue-green ones. You gradually relaxed and leaned onto his chest.

Under all that latex and makeup you could still smell his cologne letting you know it was indeed him. You wrapped his arms tightly around him taking slow breaths to calm yourself down.

“You okay now?” He asked after a few minutes.

You nodded and he smiled and nuzzled your forehead since he’d smear his lipstick.

“You actually helped me get over my fear of clowns.” You said softly.

He smiled and leaned down to kiss you. When he pulled away he couldn’t help but smile noticing your lips were tainted a light red. Bill placed his eye contact back on and you shuddered but otherwise didn’t run away.

“I love you.” Pennywise said softly.

“I love you too.” You giggled, “And your little clown nose too.”

“Yeah I brought my girlfriend who is like terrified of clowns to the set to ya know meet the kids and, um, she ended up getting lost and found me when I was deep in character as the clown and…yeah I scared her really badly. I thought she was going to break up with me but she didn’t…. I have the best girlfriend ever…”

Epilogue: I really liked this prompt idea cuz I’m terrified of clowns and like Bill is equal parts sexy and scary. Idk that’s just me. Thanx for reading! :3!

For Worse

This was a Request for an Anon. They wanted a Story where Bruce Cheated and the Bat Boys react. If you have request go ahead and make one! Also Let me know if you want a part two. (UPDATE: Lots of people have asked for a Part 2 so i’ll start working on it soon ^_^)  part two: here


You weren’t much of a wine drinker, not much of a drinker period in all actuality. When you did drink you preferred the sweetness of a strawberry margarita that masked the taste of alcohol. However, right now, as the slightly bitter liquid pooled to the back of your throat, you couldn’t imagine a better tasting drink.

Sitting on the large black marble kitchen counter, you swung your legs with childlike glee as the world around you suddenly started to feel a little hazy. Patting at your cheek with a sweater covered hand to wipe away some tear stains you filled up your glass of Zinfandel with the other.

The bottle clinks hollowly against the counter just as Alfred rounds the corner into the kitchen. He looks at your form sitting on the counter with wide worried eyes but you can’t be bothered to give him more than a half hearted crooked smile as you knock back half of your glass.

“Are you alright ma’am?” He asks moving slowly toward you. He can clearly see the intoxicated state that you’re in and he doesn’t want to startle you.

“Peachy,” you say with an airy sigh.

“It doesn’t seem so,” he says picking up the large empty bottle of wine. “It’s not even past noon ma’am.”

“I don’t know if I care that much Alfred,” you say with a chuckle. “This is usually the only time I get to be alone.”

He looks at you worriedly, “Maybe right now you shouldn’t be alone.”

You look at him, nose scrunching up in anger and a frown pulling at your lips. “I think I should, you aren’t exactly innocent either, are you?”

Alfred doesn’t waver when meeting your gaze, save for a brief flash of guilt that runs through his eyes. “Why don’t I fix you some coffee and breakfast to help sober you up.”

“When were you going to tell me?”

“Toast is probably the best option.”

“Where you ever going to tell me?”

“I know you like eggs, so I’ll scramble some for you.”

“How many times did you watch him fuck her?” You say as you grab at his arm.

He stops his rambling at looks at you with a slight tear in his eye, “I’m sorry Mrs. Wayne.”

You look at the older man and see the pain in his eyes and think about the shame he must feel, he is the one who raised Bruce afterall.

“Were you sorry enough to ask him to stop?”

“He pushed me away.”

“Of course he did,” you say snidely letting go of the man and pushing yourself off of the counter. Your sock covered feet hit the floor with slight pat and you walk over to the sink to put your glass down. “When breakfast is done, I’ll be in the bedroom.”

“…Of course ma’am.”

***

Wallowing around in your bed and wiping away ever falling tears all day wasn’t something that you thought you’d be doing when you married Bruce Wayne. However, at the moment you couldn’t think of what else to do. You needed to get your emotions out and rest at the same time. Damian would be home from school soon and the rest of the boys would be home for dinner.

The familiar roar of an engine caught your attention and you felt your body tense. Anticipation and anxiety wracked your form as you waited for the familiar footsteps of your husband to enter the room.

What would you say to him? Could you even bring it up? What if what you saw only happened in a dream? He would never actually hurt you this way would he? He had promised to love and cherish only you after all. How could Batman of all people break his promise?

In your thoughts, you’d barely heard the door to your bedroom open. He doesn’t say anything when he walks through the door. You hear the rustle of clothing and assume that he is removing his suit jacket. You assumptions were proved correct when he comes to sit on the side of your shared bed and pulls the blanket from over your head. He reveales himself to be in his white shirt and black suit pants.

His blue eyes scan over your form worriedly as he rubs a large thumb on your forehead. You have to bite your tongue to prevent sharp words from spewing out of you and rejecting his sweetness.

“Are you still not feeling well?” He asked voice soft and warm.

You shake your head.

He sighs with a sad smile and runs the pad of his thumb over you cheekbone, “I’ll have Alfred make you some soup.”

You don’t respond and stare at him relatively blankly and while this bothers him he shrugs it off to whatever sickness it was that was bothering you.

He stands from the bed and moves over to the closet to change into something more comfortable. You take the opportunity to sit up and push your body up against the headboard and you watch him. As he pulls the shirt off his body you can see every scar and bruise that he’d accrued recently, even the ones on his neck that hadn’t placed there forcefully.

When he slips the grey sweatshirt on over his head your trace is broken.

“Can I say something?”

He jumps slightly at the sound of your voice and turns to look at you with curious blue orbs.

“I always thought it would be Talia y’know? Especially on account of how Damian got here, but I thought it would be her.”

“What?” He asks with furrowed dark eyebrows.

“I always thought that the thing with Selina was harmless flirting, even if she did kiss you once or twice, I never really got mad.” You can feel your throat slick and tighten with nerves but your belly is full of rage.

You can see it on his face when it registers what you were talking about and the blanching of his face causes you to get angrier for some reason. You stand up quickly from your position on the bed and instinctively he holds a hand out in attempt to calm you.

“Why would you do that to me? What have I not given you that you couldn’t think ‘I shouldn’t do this, I have a wife waiting at home’?”

“We were caught up in the moment, it wasn’t supposed to happen.” He tries to explain.

“Multiple times, you fucked her multiple times! On different days, on different weeks!”

He looks at you pathetically and you suddenly find that your positions have been reversed and he is the one sitting on the bed while you are the one standing.

“You know I thought this would happen when we were dating, and I told myself that it would be much better if it happened then because I could just leave. But now I can’t, I’m stuck here with you, in this giant stupid house.” You can feel your tears start to well up again but you quickly wipe at your eyes in an attempt to wipe them away. “Were you going to stop sleeping with her? Or were you just waiting to get caught?”

He doesn’t respond and he hangs his head down in shame.

“Look at me!,” you snap agitated and causing him to meet your gaze. “You were bold enough to go and do it no you have to take the consequences the same way you did them.”

“I wasn’t going to stop,” he said truthfully. You feel your jaw twitch at the honesty and the frown that’s pulling at your lips is almost painful. “Selina has always been important to me I suppose, and it felt natural.”

It was almost as if you could hear your heart breaking and you couldn’t stop the sob that ran its way through your throat. You slapped a hand over your mouth in shame and turned away from him as the tears freely flowed down your face. Almost instinctively at your crying from, Bruce was at your side with a large hand on your back trying to comfort you.

“Don’t. Touch. Me!” You snap slapping his hands away. “Why did you marry me? If you felt that way you should have been with her!”

“I love you,” he says desperately.

“No you don’t,” you say pushing him away from you. “If you did you wouldn’t have done this.”

“Thats-” he starts but he stops himself.

“Were you going to say ‘That’s not true’?” You ask incredulously with wide eyes. “So you were planning on cheating on me anyway.”

“No,” he shakes his head.

“God, I’ve wasted all of this time on you,” you say moving around him looking for a pair of shoes to slip on and your keys. “All of the things that I could have done, places I could  have gone, and people who would have loved me, I gave it up for you. I put my career on hold so I could help you. So that Wayne Enterprises would have someone there while you rested. So that our son could have something other than mask to raise him. But you couldn’t do one thing for me? You couldn’t say no one time for me?”

He doesn’t respond, he knows he shouldn’t respond, nothing he can say will make this situation better.

Once you’ve collected your shoes, bag, and care keys, you let out a sigh,”I had really hoped that once you came home that there would be some way that you could deny this and I would have believed you. That I’d been slipped some sort of drug and had been hallucinating the things that I saw, but I was too hopeful.” You wipe at your eyes. “The worse part about it is that you’ve trapped me, Bruce. What can I do? My life has become our kids, your company, and your mission. That has been my job since we’ve gotten married. I lived for us Bruce, why couldn’t you?”

“I didn’t mean to- I didn’t mean for this to happen,” he pleads. “She was just-”

This isn’t about her, Bruce.” You shake your head and make your way to the bedroom door. “I’m going to stay at the penthouse. Don’t come by. Tell Damian that I’ll come get him for lunch on Saturday like I always do.”

“Are you coming back?”

You look at his sad blue orbs and shake your head, “I don’t know.”

***

Damian was the first to arrive home. Bruce watched from the bedroom window as he and Alfred made their way into the house. What was he supposed to tell him? Not just Damian, but everyone. That he’d driven their mother away and he didn’t know when she’d be back? That he’d ruined their family? No, never that. How could he break his children even more than they already had been.

With a frown, Bruce locked the door to the bedroom and sat in silence and darkness. If he’d gone to the cave he would have opened himself up to questions. In here, for the moment, he was safe. No one would bother him here.

***

“Hey Alfred, where is mom?” Dick asked, taking a drink of his water.

“Yes, I would like to know as well, Pennyworth. It’s not often that you come and pick me up from school,” Damian started pushing around some of his food with his fork.

“Mom didn’t get you from school?” Tim questioned with a furrowed brow. “That’s her thing though.”

“Hence the question,” Damian replied with smirk causing Tim to roll his eyes.

“Maybe she got tired of you being a smartass and didn’t feel like being bothered,” Jason adds in with a raised eyebrow and a smirk of his own as he rocks back on the legs of his chair.

“Unlikely, considering I’m her favorite,” the youngest said crossing his arms over his chest. “Besides, I haven’t seen her at all, not since this morning.”

“What?” The three older boys questioned alarmed.

“Alfred?” Dick questions again to the older man who hasn’t raised his head from his plate since the questioning started. “Where is mom?”

“I’m afraid, Master Grayson, that it would be best if you went to ask Master Wayne,” the butler deflects.

“Has something happened to, mom?” Tim asks seriously.

“I cannot answer that,” Alfred replies again.

In frustration Jason pushes away from the dining room table to make his way up to the master bedroom, the other boys following quickly behind him.

It only takes a minute for Jason to stomp his way to the bedroom and even less for him to begin banging on the door.

“Open the door up, old man” He starts impatiently. “We just want to know where mom is.”

There is a pause as the boys listen for movement, and when there isn’t any Jason pounds on the door again, “I’ll break the door open!”

“Jason!” Dick scolds. “Mom will be mad if you break her door.”

“Well how else am I supposed to get him to open it?”

“We could use our brains?” Tim suggests.

“No need,” Damian says pulling out his blade and shoving it in the jam of the door. He uses his weight as pressure and pops open the door.

“That still counts as messing up the door,” Dick says pointing at the ruined lock.

“It’s still intact isn’t it?”

“Whatever.”

Tim pushes open the door giving way to the light from the hallway to flood into the dark room. Tim quickly finds the light switch and the room lights up.

“Father?” Damian questions when the lights flicker on and he sees the man sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in hands.

The man doesn’t respond to his name being called and this sends the boys into a slight panic. Dick quickly walks over and places a large hand on Bruce’s shoulder and tries to shake him out of his trance.

The man looks at the boys and sadness flashes in his eyes as he realizes he has to explain how he’s taken their mother from them.

“Where is mom?” Tim asks.

Damian watches from a distance and takes in the state of the room. On the occasions that he’d have nightmares, he usually finds himself in his parents bed snuggled against his mother in the expansive bed as she protected him from the dreams. He probably knew better than anyone what their bedroom was supposed to look like.He noted that the dresser was suspiciously bare of his mother’s jewelry boxes and perfume bottles.  He casts a quick glance at Jason who seems to realize that something is off about the room.

Damian walks around the bed to his mother’s closet and opens it only find it empty. Jason stands behind his youngest brother staring at the empty room perplexed.

“This is her’s,” Damian mutters, “Where is her stuff?”

When it clicks for Jason he’s consumed with rage and he’s stomping over to Bruce again and pushing his startled brothers away. His large hand is around Bruce’s collar in an instant and he’s pulling the man up.

“What did you do? Why did she leave?” Jason questions acidly, his own blue eyes clashing violently with Bruce’s.

“Leave?” Dick questions. “How do you know she left?”

“Majority of Ummi’s things are gone. Like they were packed up.”

“She left us?” Tim questions swallowing thickly.

“I’m pretty sure she left him!” Jason hisses shaking the man who is still staring blankly at him. “What did you do?”

“What could you have done to make her leave like this?” Tim asks.

Dick examines his adoptive father keenly as he runs the scenarios through his mind. His mother adored Bruce, so why would she just leave?

Seemingly having enough of being pushed around Bruce quickly wraps his hand around Jason’s wrists and squeezed before ripping the hand off of his collar. The stretched fabric falls limply around his neck as he looks at the four of his sons angrily.

“You all need to leave,” He says sternly. “Your mother is safe.”

Dick’s gaze falls onto where the collar hangs limply at Bruce’s neck and he spots a purple bruise on his neck that causes a thought to run through his mind and it makes his hair stand on end.

“You wouldn’t,” Dick says with a shake of his head and a disbelieving smile. “You couldn’t, not to Mom, right?”

“What are talking about, Grayson?” Damian asks looking in between the two men.

Bruce meets Dick’s gaze and the younger man feels himself getting hot with anger the longer he holds his gaze.

Tim examines his father and finds the same bruise on Bruce’s neck and he puts it together. Instead of letting his anger consume him he glances back at his younger brother and grabs his arm.

“Let go of me, Drake,” Damian struggles as Tim pulls him along.

“Alfred knows where she went doesn’t he?” Tim asks glancing at the guilty man. A quick nod is all he needs as he proceeds down stairs with the young boy.

“Who was it with? Viki? Talia? Who?” Dick questions angrily.

Jason snorts in anger as he realizes what his brother is implying.

“Selina,” Bruce responds after a long pause.

Dick shakes his head in anger, “I knew you could be an asshole but not like this.”

Dick locks eyes with his brother, “We should find out where mom is and go see her in the morning. I’m sure she wants to be alone now.”

Jason nods and watches as his Dick leaves the room. He stares down the older man for a second before stomping out.

***

It seemed like it was always raining in Gotham, despite whatever the season was. At the moment that suited you just fine. The wide open space of the penthouse was smaller than what you were used to but still felt empty. You were happy that Bruce hadn’t tried to come and see you, you don’t think you could have been as civil as you were if he had come to see you.

So when there was a knock on the door, you felt dread fill your stomach. You quickly padded over to the door and looked out of the peephole and saw the distorted visage of four familiar figures.

“Boys!” You say with wide eyes as you swing open the door.

“Ummi!” The youngest voice calls out as he leaps at you burying his face in your stomach as his small but strong arms wrap themselves around your waist.

“Damian,” you say with a smile, running a comforting hand along his back.

“We were worried,” Dick says with a smile and a shrug as he pulls a bouquet of flowers from behind his back.

“You’re all so sweet,” you say with a smile moving to the side and letting the boys into the home.

“We didn’t want you to be alone,” Tim says, “We also wanted to make sure your weren’t in danger.”

“Oh,” you say sadly and closed the door behind them. Damian let’s go your waist and instead opts to hold your hand. “I shouldn’t have left in such a hurry, I know it can be unsafe.”

“We understand, mom” Jason says with a smile. You meet his normally stern eyes and you feel your tear ducts well up. “Hey, don’t cry! I brought food.”

We, brought food,” Dick pops in as Jason shows you a bag in is hand. “Tim set the table.”

Damian brings you over to sit you at the dining room table as Tim makes a place for the each of you.

Jason and Dick bring the food out and then sit down to join you.

“We’re sorry about Bruce,” Dick starts looking at you with a sad smile. “But we understand and we’ll be here for you.”

The boys nod their heads in agreement.

You smile at your boys, feeling slightly better than you had been in hours, “Thank you.”

1940 -- Chapter One

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The beginning of a series where you fall in love with a soldier named Alex.

A Note From The Author: This is the first of many chapters for this Alex!AU. This chapter is simply setting the scenes for what is to come between y/n and Alex. Stay tuned for swing dancing, cheeky banter from Alex, and a few stolen kisses along the way. Let me know what you think! xxh


April, 1938
London, England 

The store sat empty, as it did most days of the week. Dust regularly collected on the cash register sitting in front of you and its brass keys grew stiff with the lack of activity. With your elbows propped up on the counter, you leaned your weight forward and held your chin in the hand that wasn’t busy drumming across the countertop. They tapped in time with the clock ticking on the wall, a constant reminder that you were stuck here on such a lovely day outside.

It was unusually warm for this time of year. Normally covered in a dreary layer of gray, the sidewalks and storefronts shone in the rare-April sunshine, people out and about, taking advantage of the weather. You were antsy as you watched out the window, hoping that someone, anyone, would walk through the door and give you something to talk about.

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