“Tell her to get out, a voice inside him demanded. Beg her to stay.”
Dear miss Bardugo! Crooked Kingdom was all I wanted in the past year, I
was literally obsessed with it! I want to thank you from the bottom of
my heart for this duology; both books are so fantastic, I simply have no
words to describe. Thank you for all these amazing characters, and
especially for Kaz and Inej. I don’t think that I will be over these
books any time soon.
Requests: “You are one of the only blogs that write quality Barry Allen smut, so thank you. Can you please write a Barry smut where he always is gentle with the reader because he doesn’t want to lose control with his powers. One night she confronts him and a night of vibrating hands and speedy enhancements occur? Thank you 💕” Credits to gif owners!
It was the same thing every time. Slow thrust, kiss, whisper your love for each other and then hand holding. You loved every second of that. Barry told you every single hour that he loved you. And all he did was make love to you, nice and slow, where you could be close to each other and rest your foreheads together. You loved Barry with all your heart but slow just didn’t cut it for you anymore.
The first time you confronted Barry about it, he reasoned with you, sped up a little bit and you made a really strange noise (indicating you loved it) and he figured he hurt you by accident because he was too fast. If Barry even thought about thoroughly fucking you, he would start to vibrate. But he’d never touch you when he did, his excitement about his fantasy would scare him into thinking he would lose control.
“This is my favorite new coffee shop,” Hermione said, the bell over the door chiming softly as they stepped into the bright, high-ceilinged shop. “Go sit down,” Hermione pointed to an empty table near the counter, “I’ll order for you. I promise you’ll love it.”
Harry made his way over to the table and slid into a seat. It was the only empty table in the busy store, through everyone seated already had their drinks so of the two baristas only one was actually working, a young woman with her short black hair cut into a blunt bob.
The other employee was bent over a newspaper, folded in half at the crossword. He was tall and lean with impossibly white blond hair that would fall over his eyes whenever he bent over to fill in an answer. He rolled a blue pen in his long fingers, his brow creasing faintly in thought. Harry watched spellbound as the gorgeous blond tapped the pen on his mouth and then bit the end absentmindedly, his eye teeth sinking into the plastic.
Harry started and flushed, “Y-yeah?”
Hermione followed where Harry had been looking and grinned, “He’s cute.”
Harry groaned, “Please, no, ‘Mione.”
She rolled her eyes, “You’re no fun.” She dug around in her massive shoulder bag and pulled out a book, settling back in her chair and opening it to her place, “Don’t mind me.” she shooed at him with one hand, her eyes already glued to her book, “Go back to your staring.”
Harry felt himself flush, but despite his embarrassment, found his eyes pinned on the blond again. He had paused from chewing on the pen to press his lips together into a thin line and slowly relax them, tracing the shape of his bottom lip with the end of the pen.
The blond looked over at the black haired girl, “Hey, Pansy, what’s a ten letter word for 'smitten’?”
Pansy had her back to him, finishing their drinks, and shrugged dismissively.
“You’re absolutely no help whatsoever,” he retorted with airy dismay.
“Says the one doing the crossword instead of working,” Pansy muttered just loud enough to carry.
Harry bit his bottom lip and impulsively blurted out, “Captivated.”
Harry didn’t think the blond could be any more attractive until he looked over at Harry with the most amazing pale grey-blue eyes, framed by pale lashes only a little darker than his hair.
Harry swallowed hard, “A ten letter word for smitten, captivated.”
“Hmm…” the blond looked down at the paper and shook his head, “No. The 'ed’ at the end is right through,” he leaned over on the counter, “any other ideas?”
“Fascinated?” Harry said, his mind already winging ahead for other words that might fit, his hand under the table counting out letters of words.
The blond glanced down and then back up, a smirking smile on his mouth, “Nope.”
“How about….” Harry’s brow furrowed and he chewed his bottom lip, “…Infatuated?”
He glanced down and smiled triumphantly, “That’s it!” the pen scratched across the newspaper filling in the missing word.
Pansy bumped the blond with her hip and pushed two cups into his hands, “Be useful Draco,” she nodded at their table.
“Your name is Draco?” Harry asked as the blond walked around the counter carrying the two cups.
Draco nodded with a grimace, “Constellation names are somewhat of a tradition in my family.”
“Um, I’m Harry,” Harry said hurriedly as Draco slid the cups onto the table.
“Nice to meet you, Harry,” Draco smiled.
Hermione pulled out her phone, which absolutely hadn’t gone off, and said, “Well, would you look at that, it’s Ron. Sorry, Harry, I have to get going. Wouldn’t want to keep my boyfriend waiting.” She pulled her bag over her shoulder and put her book away in one smooth movement. She was was out the door before Harry could say a word.
He finally managed a groan and glanced over at Draco, his cheek feeling hot.
Draco was looking faintly flushed himself, “Well. That wasn’t subtle at all.”
“No, it wasn’t,” Harry agreed.
Draco went back to the counter leaning over and grabbing his crossword and pen. “I’m going on break, Pansy.”
“You’re an arsehole, Draco Malfoy,” Pansy retorted without looking up.
Draco came back to Harry’s table, “Is this seat taken?” he asked.
“No, not at all,” Harry said.
Draco sat down across from him, sitting the crossword down in front of himself and helping himself to Hermione’s abandoned latte, “A ten letter word for hopeful starting with P.” He tapped his mouth with the pen and then carefully wrote in, “P-e-r-s-u-a-s-i-v-e.”
“You do a lot of crosswords?” Harry asked.
“There’s a lot of downtime working here,” Draco said, one side of his mouth quirking up in a smile. He barely glanced down at the paper and said, “I need a four letter word for dinner and a movie.”
“A date?” Harry said after a half a seconds thought.
“I’d love to,” Draco said.
Harry let out a startled laugh.
“Too cheesy?” Draco asked.
Harry shook his head with a grin, “How about tomorrow?”
Hi, I don't know if you're taking prompts but I just read your scene about Andrew being there in Baltimore and it was amazing so I wanted to ask you to write something about Andreil + neck kisses, because I feel like this is a Very Important plot point that was not fully explored. Like maybe Andrew coming to terms with the fact that it's actually his favorite thing, and not knowing how to ask for it? Ugh I just finished rereading the series and I can't get enough of these stupid boys 🦊
(Thank you so muuuuch, and also I totally agree tbh)
He hates the way Neil always pauses to kiss at the hinge of his jaw on the way to his neck. It’s like a check point, the sweet press of a power button, and Neil doesn’t even seem to realize he’s doing it. He kisses with his whole face too, dragging down over Andrew’s bottom lip and chin and throat with his eyes closed, like he’s too in love with the experience to even look.
It’s killing Andrew. It’s stoppering the air in his lungs and giving him stomach ache with how bad he wants it. You like it. I like that you like it.
Andrew hates that he likes it, the vulnerability of that bared neck. It feels like a mistake every time he does it, but it also kind of feels like he’s taken the first shots of the night and he can’t stop, like the more he drinks the thirstier he gets. Neil is such a mistake, but he’s so so easy to make.
Kissing — like this, with the covers pushed down and Andrew on his side with his hand up Neil’s shirt — feels inevitable. He can’t stop pushing up Neil’s springy cowlicks and Neil can’t stop fumbling down to Andrew’s neck and sucking. It’s so humid and nervy-tense between them, like it’s never been, like Neil is singlehandedly dangling Andrew off of a rooftop.
Neil passes his tongue over that root of Andrew’s jaw and Andrew makes a noise so low that it sounds wounded. He just barely keeps his hands from forcing Neil closer, chasing that moment where Neil can’t help himself, circulating between mouth and face and neck before Andrew directs his attention elsewhere. He just wants to stay in that circuit with his hands open and his head tilted back.
Andrew’s fist must go too tight in Neil’s hair because he pulls back frowning, lips red.
“Sorry,” Neil says. “Carried away.” He looks troubled by this, like he’s not used to being carried away by things that aren’t arguments.
“No,” Andrew starts, and then stalls out. His hand is still in Neil’s hair. He doesn’t know how to ask for this; doesn’t even know if he wants to.
“No?” Neil repeats. “Okay.” He leans back and off of Andrew, passing one hand through his own hair and undoing Andrew’s work messing it up.
“I didn’t tell you to stop,” Andrew says, and the way he’s exposed is too much — shirt pushed up in the tousle to pull Neil on top, hard and marked up.
“In my experience, no means stop,” Neil says evenly.
It’s exactly what he wants to hear, he realizes suddenly. Neil finds this humiliating way of giving Andrew what he wants without looking like he’s considered it at all.
We haven’t talked for such a long time, I can’t even recall the exact sound of your voice. I don’t remember your laugh - I remember the crinkles by your eyes and that dimple on your cheek and how it deepens - but I don’t know what it feels like to hear it, how it once made my heart swell in my chest, not anymore. And yet I’m sure that if I heard a million people laugh, yours would still stand out to me and maybe I’d turn around to look for the source and wonder how something so simple is enough to make my blood sing. We miss the memories, not the person, is what my father used to say, but how can he explain why I drop everything when I hear that one song we used to dance to and why that blue sweater you borrowed me still sits at the bottom of my closet when I could have thrown it away? How does missing someone make any sense when that person is still around, is somehow still a part of your life? How am I supposed to get over that? How does anyone?
❛ I hate that I love you. ❜ ❛ I can’t stand the fact that I love you. ❜ ❛ I’d rather die than spend one more second loving you. ❜ ❛ If I could, I would make myself fall out of love with you. ❜ ❛ Why is it so hard for to love me the way I do you? ❜ ❛ I love you but please get out of my sight. ❜ ❛ I never said that I loved you.. ❜ ❛ I love you but not that much. ❜ ❛ You’re confusing the words love and like with one another. ❜ ❛ Did you really think that I could ever love you? ❜ ❛ We are not meant to love one another. ❜ ❛ The last thing I want to do with you is love you. ❜ ❛ I feel like I’m waiting on something that isn’t going to happen. ❜ ❛ Here we go, here we go again. Now you’re telling me that you love me. ❜ ❛ You only tell me you love me when you’re drunk or need something. ❜ ❛ You say you love me and then turn around do this? ❜ ❛ I’ve doubted this whole relationship ever since it started. ❜ ❛ I don’t want to be in love with you anymore. ❜ ❛ I never asked fall in love with you! ❜ ❛ It’s not my fault that you love me more than I love you. ❜ ❛ I’m tired of you walking all over my heart and emotions! Someday, mark my word. ❜ ❛ One day, I will fall out of love with you and I cannot wait for that day to come. ❜ ❛ I miss you but I’m better off without you around. ❜ ❛ I want to push you off a cliff but hurry and be there to catch you at bottom. ❜ ❛ I want to strangle you sometimes but then quickly bring you back to life. ❜ ❛ I’m drowning in you and I don’t think even I can save myself. ❜ ❛ Have a nice life, I’m done trying to be in it. ❜ ❛ I couldn’t let go of you even if I literally did. ❜ ❛ I could let go of you but I would still be there, standing, unmoving. ❜ ❛ I don’t want to be saved from drowning in you. ❜ ❛ All you do is break me and all I do is love you for it. ❜ ❛ I wish that my hate for you would override the love. ❜ ❛ The love I have for you overrides the hate I have for you. ❜ ❛ I’m in misery with and without you. ❜ ❛ I’m just as miserable without you as I am with you. ❜ ❛ I just want you to stop hurting me! Is that so hard? ❜ ❛ Why can’t you see? All you do is play with my emotions. ❜ ❛ I’m tired of this roller coaster ride with you. ❜ ❛ Please spare me the apology that I’ve heard so many times before. ❜ ❛ I’m used to it by now, okay? I almost expect it. ❜ ❛ Is it bad for me to say that I’m used to it? ❜ ❛ I wouldn’t know how to act if you started treating me better. ❜ ❛ I am so stuck with this love for you, I want it to go away. ❜ ❛ I spend more time crying than anything because of you. ❜ ❛ You say it’s the last time every time. ❜ ❛ How many more times are you going to apologize and I just forgive you? ❜ ❛ I’m weakened by your words every time. ❜ ❛ I feel like a puppet and your the puppet master, just doing whatever while I suffer. ❜ ❛ I’ve long lost the thought that you actually cared. ❜ ❛ i’m hurting while I’m with you.. ❜ ❛ I just keep on running right back to you. ❜ ❛ I don’t want to let it go, I can’t let it go. ❜ ❛ I fight the whole world for you if I have too. ❜ ❛ I’m not giving up on us having happiness one day. ❜ ❛ This love is taking all my energy. ❜ ❛ This love will be the death of me but I know I’ll die happily. ❜ ❛ Though my heart can’t take no more I keep running back to you. ❜ ❛ My heart is beating for you but I can’t stop crying. ❜ ❛ All the things we accept, be the things we regret. ❜ ❛ I don’t know how I allow you to treat me so bad and still I stay. ❜ ❛ When I get the strength to leave you, you always tell me you need me. ❜ ❛ I’m mad because I love you. ❜ ❛ I stop to think you could appreciate me then it all remains the same. ❜ ❛ My biggest fear is that you will never change. ❜ ❛ I’m sad and in love, that’s not how it’s supposed to go. ❜ ❛ At this point I’m bulletproof with you, so hit me with your best shot. ❜ ❛ Will you ever get tired of hurting me? Will I ever get tired of letting you hurt me? ❜ ❛ The last thing I want is to go back but I know I will because I’m weak. ❜ ❛ You are biggest downfall. ❜ ❛ You are the piece of me I wish I didn’t need. ❜ ❛ I still fight and I don’t know why. ❜ ❛ If our love is insanity, why are you my clarity? ❜ ❛ It’s so hard to love someone who doesn’t know how to love. ❜ ❛ I’m feeling really unappreciated but that’s not new. ❜ ❛ I don’t know how much more my heart can take. ❜ ❛ So sad what love will make you do. ❜ ❛ I can’t stand how much I need you. ❜ ❛ When will this ever finally come to it’s end? You and me? ❜ ❛ Everything you do makes me smile and I like you for a while. ❜ ❛ You know exactly what to do so I can’t stand at you. ❜ ❛ I despise that I adore you. ❜ ❛ You completely know the power that you love. ❜ ❛ It’s not fair how you take advantage of the fact that I love you beyond the reason why. ❜ ❛ You’ll probably always have this affect on me. ❜ ❛ Tell a lie that makes me want to stay, like you always do. ❜ ❛ If it’s real then I guess I’ll feel the pain. ❜ ❛ It’s hard to love someone who can’t be loved. ❜ ❛ This love I can’t undo, you got me bound to you. ❜ ❛ Please, don’t tell me that you love me. ❜ ❛ I would’ve given you all my heart but there’s someone who’s torn it a part. ❜ ❛ I’ll try to love again but I know the first cut is the deepest. ❜ ❛ When it comes to loving me, he’s worst. ❜ ❛ You say the words but it just don’t feel right. ❜ ❛ You say you’ve changed but we both you’re begging, don’t fool me. ❜ ❛ You say you dream of my face but you don’t like me, you just like the chase. ❜ ❛ I bet you start loving me when I find somebody else, somebody better than you. ❜ ❛ I’m letting you go, I’m loving myself. ❜ ❛ I’m going crazy without you, you got me so confused. ❜ ❛ All you have to do is that ‘i’m sorry’ and ‘i’m in love with you.’ ❜ ❛ You’re truth is hard to believe. ❜ ❛ You walked away and I walked away but we should’ve stayed. ❜
After the finale tonight can I prompt: exhaustion, cool drinks, warm skin, comfort and heavy/tired muscles?
as they walked down the hallway of magnus’s building, the soft hum of the city, the murmur of voices and distant music providing muffled background noise, magnus was smiling and he felt warm in a way he couldn’t describe. the decision to walk back had been unspoken. there was no need for a portal, not when they could walk the streets of new york, lost in conversation as they made their way back to the loft. with each step, magnus had watched the lights catch on alec’s face, watched his eyes crinkle as he laughed and his heart felt full. they pressed close, hands on each other’s backs and magnus could tell they were both lost in the feeling of finally having this again.
he hadn’t been able to help the way his mind crawled back to the last time they had walked back like this. that night as they walked back from their date, they hadn’t touched the whole time, trudging silently with their hands in their pockets. magnus had been able to feel the weight of alec’s thoughts weighing on him that night without knowing any of what he was thinking. now? it was different, impossibly beautifully different. they’d been through so much and their relationship had changed entirely. this day had embedded the weight of exhaustion in magnus’s bones, but walking with alec felt light. it felt soft and bubbly and euphoric, it felt like getting lost in a soft warmth magnus had been missing. he didn’t regret the decisions he’d made and he wouldn’t apologize for them, but he knew he didn’t have to. he didn’t have to lose this either.
and as they leaned against each other in the elevator, alec’s head resting against his cheek, magnus already felt like he was at home. the soft thud of alec’s heartbeat so close to his own, the knowledge that tonight he’d fall asleep with his chest pressed to alec’s back and his arm wrapped around his waist, that felt good. that felt like something that eased every overworked muscle and bled out the exhaustion weighing down his bones.
I miss you signed near the bottom of my letters, I do miss you, I still miss you, I’ll always miss you, I fucking miss you, I’ve missed you since the first day of silence, I’ve missed you for months and I know that you would answer back if you were still here. I know you would. And that’s the scary part. That’s how I know that you’re gone. A silence as loud as your pain.
Plot: You and Taehyung are best friend but both have feelings for each other. You try to move on and he sees you on a date, becoming jealous and making a scene in front of everyone.
Words count: 2,9k
Genre: Angst/Fluff in the end
For anon, I hope you like it! - M.
Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥
Your bed never seemed so soft. After days of grueling work, you were finally free to rest. To enjoy the tranquillity of your room, the silence caused by the absence of another human in the house, the lukewarm air that entered the window slightly open in that windy June’s night.
Your best friend voice didn’t surprise you, but you simply slipped on the bed making him space and making a small but amused smile when you felt the mattress sinking next to you.
The only person you could endure despite the fatigue was just Taehyung. So much so that he had his own keys to your house and could enter at any time. His presence relieved any pain, physical and emotional, from the day you were met.
And when you realized that you started having feelings for him, you started to be even more tied to him. Despite the pain of not being more than his best friend, staying close to him was the only thing you wanted.
“Heavy day?” He inquired, lifting your head and letting his arm pass under it, “I see it from your dark circles”
“Being a nursing intern is quite stressful, Tae. Why are you here? No rehearsals or music awards to attend to..? ”
“No, nothing. So I thought we could spend some time together.. What do you say? ” He asked and you were too tired to notice his hopeful tone.
Or the way he looked at you; or the way he only smiled at you. The truth was that Taehyung loved you for more than a year, in the shadows and in total silence. And it had been the night of that violent storm, in which completely drenched you were presented in front of the door of his dorm, who had understood how much he really loved you and not just as a best friend.
He began to caress your hair, letting the long tapered fingers slip through them and enjoying the murmur of appreciation that began to slip your lips; those lips which many times he had desired to capture with their own, from time to time.
“I’d say it’s perfect Tae, I miss you.”
In your words, there was something hidden, that “I miss you” was worth much more than what others could seem but every so often you felt the need to let you go, admit aloud that you really missed him, even though he had never been “yours.” Opening your eyes, you turned your face and watched him, his features still incredibly delicate and eyes softened by feelings that you couldn’t decipher.
“Why are you blushing?” You wondered, noticing his slightly colored pink cheeks.
“I’m hot,” he lied shamelessly, biting slowly his plumpy bottom lip without moving away from his gaze; “You are not hot..?”
“If you’re hot why are you stuck to me..? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, Tae. ”
“Because it’s comfortable, believe me.”
Smiling, despite being a tired smile, you turned completely towards him, laying on your side. You put your hand onto his side, just squeezing your fingers so that you had a better grip, slipping towards him and letting him turn on his side too.
There was no need for a lot of words between you two and it was one of the things you loved most about your relationship. He understood you, but at least in one thing, he had many gaps. Understand how much you were totally and completely in love with him.
He surrounded your side with his arm, then starting to slide his hand lightly up and down your back while you rested your forehead against his chest and indulged in the luxury of savoring his scent.
“I wonder when Gucci will call you.. I think you’re financing the whole brand. ”
He giggled, drawing you even more against his body and your legs collided, so he slipped one among yours letting them intertwine almost to perfection.
“More or less.. Do you mind? In short, you are a Dolce and Gabbana trash. ”
“Always Italian brands, dummy.”
And without noticing, you both fell asleep. The one in the arms of the other.
I NEED a BLURB ABOUT HOLDING HARRY BC HE is sad about his performance and you comfort him pleaseeee
Here you go, have some fluff :)
He was nervous.
He didn’t want me or anyone else to know he was, but I could tell. And who wouldn’t be? It was his first performance in over a year, and his first ever as a solo artist. I would have been nothing but a ball of nerves if it were me. He’d paced back and forth in the green room, spreading his fingers out as far as they would go, bringing them back into a fist over and over again, repeating the cycle each time he’d make it to the other end of the room and turn around on his heels.
I’d sat quietly on the sofa, nibbling on the display of fruit and crackers that sat in the middle of the coffee table. I was nervous too, but I said nothing unless it was to reply to a question, giving him the most space I possibly could. I’d asked him earlier if he would rather I took a seat in the audience, but he assured me he wanted me backstage, waiting for his return. Though he never expressed why exactly, I took it to mean he wanted me to be there for him, for him to see my face and perhaps share an embrace after he’d walked off stage, and I took comfort in that.
I’d watched his first performance on the monitor in the green room, sitting on the edge of my seat, my hands tucked underneath my thighs as I bit my bottom lip. By the end of the song, I’d felt my eyes well up, quickly wiping them away with the back of my hand before he saw. I could tell as soon as he walked in that he was less than pleased with himself. He’d missed a couple of notes, his voice raspier than usual from all the practicing, and once he’d even had to drop a word at the end of the phrase due to lack of air. I knew he had to be mentally scolding himself. But I’d thought it was flawless. He’d done it. He was Harry Styles, rockstar.
WARNING!!! Mentioning alcohol problems and self harming!!!
The ginger boy in front of me was absolutely terrifying but at the same time, I felt happy. I adored him but I had never been so nervous and scared before. Yet here I was, with the clown prince of crime himself without being tied down and threatened with my life.
Jerome Valeska had been my best friend through out my childhood and to my teens. We were both 18 now, him being a few months older than me. Just a year ago I admitted that I liked him more than just friends and his feelings were mutual. We started to kiss each other and it developed into heated makeout sessions and then sex. We were together and I supported him. His mother was absolutely horrible but I didn’t expect Jerome to murder her.
The past few months had been the wildest and most emotional in my entire life. Jerome went to Arkham Asylum. It broke my heart and I was devastated. Once he joined the maniax, I was getting really scared. I thought I had lost his good side forever. The worst part was when I thought I had lost him forever. He died. My boyfriend, my bestfriend and soulmate had died.
I was all alone. The sadness and misery were too much for me so I drowned my feelings with a bottle. One bottle became two and it kept going. As I was in the middle of a cloud of misery, he came back. It was mindblowing. But at the same time I was happy. Jerome tried to make the entire city go mad. He lost his face and fought with Bruce Wayne. He was supposed to go back to Arkham, but Indian Hill took him. Jerome, being the badass he was, broke out and now he was here, with me.
He had scars around his face and his lips were curved into a smile. He was wearing a black shirt and jeans. He came with clothes filled with holes, but I had some of his old clothes here. So, he wore them.
‘‘You still look stunning’‘ He broke the silence that had been bothering us. I was shocked and more or less speechless. ‘‘How are you not dead?’‘ I dared to ask him. All my muscles were tense and I felt how my hands were trembling. I didn’t want to be so scared because I still loved him. Damn, I would do anything for him but I was afraid that he would kill me.
‘‘Death doesn’t seem to like me too much’‘ He laughed and then took a sip of the fresh coffee I had made before he barged through my window. Jerome came to my apartment without any warnings and I nearly stabbed him. I smiled a bit at his comment but I didn’t know how to relax.
‘‘Did ya miss me too much kitten?’‘ He asked me, standing up and then taking a seat right next to me on my black couch. I gulped and grabbed my cup, hoping that the coffee would help my nerves. I could literally hear my heartbeat. It kept beating, beating, beating, b e a t i n g….
‘‘Y/N’‘ Jerome snapped me out of my thoughts. I flinched and spilled some coffee on my lap. I winced in pain and quickly put the cup away. Jerome wiped the coffee off my thigh with his hand, making my breath hitch in my throat. His touch made goosebumps rise on my soft skin. His eyes looked straight into mine and that’s when I felt like losing myself. I tried to hold back my tears so he wouldn’t get angry, but it felt nearly impossible.
‘‘Why are you crying? Did someone hurt you?’‘ He growled as he saw the tears in the corners of my E/C eyes. I shook my head no but it didn’t convince him. Jerome clenched his jaw and seemed mad. It scared me so I his my face in my hands and tried to calm down. Although Jerome had killed people, even his own mother, it seemed like he still cared.
He pulled me into his strong arms and hugged me tightly. I could feel that he had gotten stronger. First, I held my breath, too scared to breathe as he held me. Then he rubbed my back gently, up and down which made me relax. ‘’Breathe kitten. It’s just me, Jerome. Everything’s alright’’ He tried to assure me. I inhaled a shaky breath and felt warm tears soaking his shirt. It was still him, the same person I had known since forever. But it felt different.
‘‘I missed you s-so much’‘ I sobbed and then clenched onto him. Finally, I allowed my other emotions to conquer my fear. ‘‘Yeah, it sucked that I couldn’t visit you in so long’‘ He admitted while rubbing my back. I bit my bottom lip and tasted the irony taste of blood. ‘‘But things will change. We can be together now’‘ He added a bit more happily. I met his pretty eyes and saw that he didn’t look bloodthirsty at all. He seemed genuinely glad to see me.
‘‘So..you won’t..’‘ I tried to speak but the words got stuck in my throat. ‘‘I won’t what? You gotta finish what you started doll face’‘ He tried to make me speak. I nodded and looked away. He hummed something and grabbed my jaw, making me face him again. ‘‘Tell me’‘ He whispered and looked serious. I just hoped he wouldn’t get mad at me. ‘‘You won’t k-kill me, right?’‘ I asked him with a voice, barely louder than a whisper. Something twisted in his eyes and he let go of my jaw.
‘‘Why would you even think that?’‘ He growled a bit angrily, startling me. Luckily, his temperament didn’t rise too much. ‘‘I would never lay a finger on you in a bad way. You’re the only one I care about Y/N. You’re my only friend and also my girlfriend. I love you’‘ He let me know ever so seriously. These words coming from his mouth were surprising. Jerome had always been a bit shy with me. I guess he had gained confidence to tell me that.
‘‘Are you scared to love me?’‘ He asked me after a while. It’s like he read me like an open book. ‘‘A bit’‘ I answered honestly. Jerome seemed a bit sad about that. It was so strange. I had been watching the news tapes of him over and over again. He had been smiling widely as he shot people. It’s like all his sympathy and love was gone, vanished into thin air. But now it looked like some had stayed. Knowing that he cared about me, and me only, warmed my heart.
‘‘You don’t need to be afraid. You know me Y/N. We have done so many things together and you haven’t been scared then. Yes, I’ve changed but I’ll always be Jerome for you’‘ He promised me sweetly. For a moment, I felt like I could forget his crimes. All the scary laughs and even the fact he killed his mom. Suddenly, Jerome leaned closer to me so the tips of our noses brushed against each other. His hand held onto my waist and his other hand was on my cheek.
now my heart fluttered for a different reason. ‘’I missed you baby. Please don’t fear me’’ He breathed out. Only a second later he pressed his soft red lips against mine. I shut my eyes and felt overwhelmed. His kiss was so warm and intense. He got so close and the beautiful moment washed my brain, making me focus on only this. Nothing else mattered.
‘‘I’ll make you feel safe again, okay?’‘ He purred and pushed me on my back. Then he nibbled my ear, making me moan a bit. ‘‘Yes Jerome’‘ I replied as calmly as I could. ‘‘You’re my girl, I’ll never let anyone harm you. If anyone even thinks about it, I’ll kill them’‘ He promised me. A minute ago that would have scared me, but now it felt like the most romantic thing ever.
‘‘Just please stay and don’t die again. I can’t live without you’‘ I told him as he kissed my neck. A shiver ran down my spine because his kisses felt so amazing. He knew all my sweet spots so well. ‘‘Don’t worry about that. One day we will be the kind and queen of this damn city’‘ He purred and then started to drag off my shirt. As he spoke, his voice got even deeper and raspier.
Now that my shirt was on the floor, I put my arms on my stomach. I was still a bit nervous although I had been in this situation with him before. ‘’Don’t hide yourself’’ He told me and grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head. Suddenly I remembered something not so good.
Jerome noticed it too. He froze on the spot and just stared at my skin. I tried to yank my arm free, but he was stronger than me. ‘’What have you done?’’ He asked me with a bit scary voice. That’s when he moved his eyes away from my scars and looked deep into my eyes. His had turned darker and my fear came back into my body.
‘‘I..I don’t know’‘ I mumbled and pulled my arm away. Jerome let go and then sat again. I felt really anxious now. So I stood up and walked to my bedroom. Tears stung my eyes and I was sure he’d leave now. Instead of leaving, Jerome followed me, right into the devil’s cave. My room was full of empty bottles of whisky, rum and other strong drinks. I dragged my hair and bit my lips together, hoping that I could cry silently.
‘‘Y/N you’re not okay..’‘ Jerome noticed and then walked up to me. ‘‘How do you know what’s okay and not okay?’‘ I spat rudely without thinking. I regretted it immediately. ‘‘S-sorry..I’m sorry’‘ I breathed out and stepped a few steps back. Jerome wasn’t angry. He seemed..disappointed. ‘‘I’m so sorry’‘ I sobbed and hit the wall. ‘’Is it because of me?’’ He wanted to know while looking around. My room was a mess. There was a stain of wine on the carpet and a pile of bottles on my nightstand.
‘‘I really..missed you..Jerome’‘ I managed to croak without stuttering. ‘‘I thought ..I lost you for good’‘ I continued and then sobbed. He came back to me and grabbed my hands. ‘‘So I took it out on m-myself. I started drinking and..cutting’‘ I admitted shamefully. I couldn’t even look at him. ‘‘Listen baby’‘ He whispered and took a deep breath.
‘‘I need you to stop doing that’‘ He started and I sighed. ‘‘It’s not easy’‘ I let him know. Suddenly he cupped my face and looked deep into my eyes. ‘‘I won’t let you do that, okay? I won’t leave anymore. Don’t.be.scared. Just fuck- please trust me, okay?’‘ Jerome got a bit frustrated. It’s like my actions hurt him. It’s a bit ironic because murdering a whole bunch of people didn’t make him sad, but me being sad was too much.
‘‘I’ll try’‘ I promised and blinked away my tears. ‘‘Geez, I thought that you’d hate me for what I did’‘ He admitted, obviously surprised that I still had feelings towards him. I just hugged him and hid my face in the crook of his neck. ‘‘How could I not love you?’‘ I whispered, not sure if he heard me. Now, I just wanted to sink into the moment. Hopefully, this wasn’t another dream of him coming back to me.
A/N: HELLA unedited. Needy/desperate Shawn. What else is new? I had a lot of…inspiration for this. Y’all can thank @permanentguitar and @achinglyshawn.
Before you even step foot across the doorway, you knew that he was desperate for you. You made sure of that. A small grin makes its way across your face as he pulls you close to him and attaches his lips to your neck, breathing you in in the process. What started off as a simple “I miss you” escalated into Shawn telling you how much he wants his mouth on you. The funny is you weren’t even gone that long, but right now you’re not complaining.
“Nice to see you, too.” The words are meant to tease him but the way he looks at you sends an ache between your thighs that you want him to take care of.