more than my words can ever explain

anonymous asked:

Nessian 16,17 for the prompts :)

Favorite Type(s) of Kissing Headcanon:

- Neck Kisses. Cassian goes for the throat when it comes to Nesta.

- He’s slow at first. Taking his time to work up or down her neck.

- At some point his tongue gets involved. How could he resist not tasting his mate?

- By the time Cassian reaches Nesta’s lips she is impatient and finally takes matters literally into her own hands by pulling him by his leathers.

- Cassian chuckles into the kiss. The vibrations doing wonders for Nesta as she kisses him with urgency.

“Someone’s a bit impatient. If I knew you wanted me so much-”

“Less talking more kissing.” Nesta’s demand is breathless as she deepens the kiss.

- And her commanding tone mixed with her hands running down his chest leaves Cassian at her mercy.

- He is quick to return the passion. His hands running through her hair and tilting her head back to deepen his reach in her mouth with his tongue.

- They both moan, though Cassian’s is deep and shakes Nesta to the core.

- Soon their tongues fight for dominance. A battle that each of them are more than happy to participate in.

- More. More. More.

- Nesta and Cassian think the same thought. In response Nesta clutches and claws at Cassian’s shirt while Cassian’s hands trail down to tease her breasts.

- When they finally break apart their breaths are heaving, but smiles are on their faces.

- “Is that all you got Commander?”

“That was just round one sweetheart. We’re just getting started.”

Undressing Headcanon:

- Nesta is terribly shy of undressing herself. She’s not one to reveal her emotions so being seen so bare…it frightens her.

- Cassian is understanding the whole time. Never rushing her and simply letting her set the pace.

- Usually Cassian removes an article of his own clothing first. 

- He allows Nesta to get used to his body. He’ll gently hold her hand and place it above his beating heart that gallops underneath her palm.

- Nesta explores Cassian’s body. Her hands running down his chest and across the muscled grooves of his abs. Her eyes will stray lower against her own will.

- And she would be lying if she said that she was scared or thrilled at the sight between his legs.

- Cassian is holding back from pulling Nesta close. He wants to feel her against him. Even if the thin fabric of her dress is the only barrier between them.

- When Nesta is ready she’ll have Cassian help her remove her clothing.

- “Are you sure Nes?”

“I wouldn’t trust anyone, but you Cassian. Only you.”

- Cassian slowly memorizes each curve of Nesta’s body as it is revealed. His hands gliding up her legs and placing little kisses at her knees. He teases Nesta slowly until at last the final piece of garment is removed.

- Nesta, still feeling modest, will cover her breasts as Cassian rises up to meet her eyes.

- When Cassian notices this he ever so tenderly reaches for her.

- “You don’t need to hide from me Nesta. You’re-” Cassian was never one with words to compliment females. That’s Rhysand’s style. Not Cassian’s. And Mother above he struggles to find a way to describe how completely beautiful and fierce Nesta is.

- Nesta chuckles at Cassian’s stumble. Thinking that at least she isn’t the only one nervous. That they are walking into this as equals. But then Cassian’s next words make Nesta’s heart stutter.

- “You’re everything to me. My heart, my soul, my mate. And I love you so much  more than I can even explain-”

- Nesta kisses him at that moment. Her hands falling away and pulling him close so that their naked bodies are pressed against each other.

- “Then don’t say anything else…because I love you too Cassian.”

Gemma Doesn’t Like You


“Are you nervous?” Harry asks, gripping onto Y/n’s hand as he starts his three-hour drive to his sister’s house.

In their now one year of dating, Y/n is finally meeting Harry’s sister. With their schedules being tied from Y/n’s university to Gemma’s new job and Harry’s recent solo work, there was barely any time for either of them to visit one another. But with Y/n convincing her bosses to get her off the schedule for a week, it’s finally time for Y/n to meet Gemma.

“I’m okay.” Y/n replies reluctantly. 

In all honesty, she’s scared shitless. Even though the rest of Harry’s family practically coos over Y/n, Y/n wasn’t raised in a high-income family. She shared a two bedroom apartment with her two parents and her two older brothers her entire life. Her only time out of the house was when she went off to school or work—never really having a social life because she neither had time nor money for it. 

Y/n being poor and moving in with Harry has been a focus for the media since they publically announced their relationship. They disclosed that Y/n is only paying off her debt and university tuition because of Harry’s wealth, and even talked about Y/n only moving in with Harry because she wouldn’t have to pay the rent that way.

And even though it is true that Harry pays rent and pays off her debt, it is nothing like it seems. There is an entirely different story underneath their publications that nobody understands besides Harry and Y/n—and that’s what scares her the most.

“Don’t worry, baby. She’ll love you. She can read whatever she wants, yeah? But all she needs to pay attention to is who you really are.”

Harry holds her hand tighter. He knows that Y/n is well aware that Gemma has tried to get Harry to break up with her for a while now. She thinks that Y/n is nothing but a gold digger—using the sympathy card to get every ounce of money out of him so that she can manage a living. Of course, that wasn’t the case, and Harry would be willing to spend the rest of his life disproving his sister. 

And he’s starting today.

“Who I am is not going to impress her, Harry. I have nothing set out for me. My future is a dead end. I’m useless.”

Harry’s eyes narrow in pain at her words, slowly letting his eyes leave the road so that he can look at her. He loves her so much more than he can explain, and knowing that the woman he loves so deeply feels so negatively about herself completely and utterly destroys him.

Y/n is so much more than she thinks. She has more determination and gratitude than anybody he’s ever met. She has so much strength and willpower to keep herself moving forward, and despite Harry seeming to have the most difficult job to others, he doesn’t have half of what she has to offer to this world.

“Hey, don’t say things like that. You know that’s not true.”

His eyes are glistening with tears and Y/n almost goes back on her word just for the sake of his own wellbeing. She knows how much putting herself down can affect him, but she truly believes in the words she spoke and won’t take back what she said because she knows it’s true.

“It’s the truth, Harry.”

He scrunches his face with squeezed-shut eyes, shaking his head wildly.

“That’s far from it. You’ve been busting your ass trying to finish school; I have never seen someone so determined to accomplish anything in my life. You inspire me every day—every single day. When I feel like giving up or thinking what I’m doing isn’t worth it, I think of your ability to overcome any of that. It doesn’t matter your money, Y/n, you’re the best person I’ve ever met. I’d do anything to be half the woman you are.”

And as much as Y/n appreciates his words—and no matter how much his words make her heart swell—she doesn’t want to carry on with this discussion. So she smirks, letting out a slight chuckle to lighten the mood. She leans over to press a gentle kiss on his cheek, rubbing her nose slightly against the skin.

“So you wanna be a woman, huh?”

Harry laughs, sneaking a look at her from the corner of his eye. She looks as beautiful as always, and no matter what ends up happening at Gemma’s house, he’ll be by her side no matter what it takes to get there.

His life would be meaningless without her with him. She’s defined all his greatest and most memorable moments, he’ll never let her go.

“Don’t worry, darling,” Harry sighs, “you’ll always have me.”

Pulling up into Gemma’s driveway gave Y/n enough fear to almost pass out on the walk to her front door. Everything she has felt about this day is building up so much inside of her that her body almost feels numb. 

Her heart is racing, her palms are sweating, and her breathing must have been harsh because Harry immediately notices how different her demeanor has become. 

He pulls her into him a bit more than before, pressing a chaste kiss to her temple and rubbing his hand along her waist.

“Stop stressing, darling” Harry whispers, “it’ll be fine.”

But she just knows it won’t be. This is a disaster waiting to happen and she feels the anxiety deep within her bones. If she didn’t love Harry so much, she wouldn’t hesitate to leave him on the door step, steal his car, and drive away from here. But it’s because she loves him so much that she’s willing to prove Gemma wrong.

She has to.

While taking the finals steps up to her door, Y/n has to grab onto Harry’s hand and arm with both of her hands in case she decides to run away. And just for the sake of her sanity, Harry gives her one last reassuring kiss before he opens the door to her home. 

“Gem! We’re here!”

Her house is everything Y/n expected it to be. Everything is open, everything all in one place—nothing to separate the rooms. The walls are bright and decorated with art work Y/n’s only ever seen on display at local museums. It all looks so expensive, there is nothing Y/n has ever seen like it. 

Gemma walks out from the kitchen, looking slightly uneasy, but smiling as she gives her brother a welcoming hug. Their greeting is short and Y/n admires how close they truly are. She never had siblings to grow any particular bond with, so watching Harry and Gemma soaking each other up and making up for lost time makes her heart jump.

But it’s not that long after where Gemma’s attention is on Y/n, a prominent scowl on her face and a glimmer of disrespect in her eyes.

“So, this is Y/N.”

Y/n feels Harry’s hold on her tighten.

She disregards the way she speaks, even if it sends a shiver down her spine. She’s going to do her best to get Gemma’s liking and approval, there is no way she can mess this up. This is her only shot.

“Hello, Gemma, it’s wonderful to meet you.” Y/n smiles, sticking her hand out to properly introduce herself. Gemma smiles slightly, looking down at Y/n’s hand.  

“Is there any reason my brother is paying your university tuition, Y/n?

The way she says her name burns Y/n’s insides; like her name is toxic on the tongue. She slowly puts her hand down, tucking it underneath her other arm as her free hand moves to push twist her hair. 

Fuck, Gemma really jumped right to it and now Y/n is unsure of what to say. She didn’t expect those types of questions to come so soon, and no matter how many times Y/n had prepared for this moment, her tongue is tied and she’s never felt more intimidated in her life.

“O—Oh, well—”

“Gemma!” Harry seethes, his eyes glaring at his sister in almost a threatening manner, “What the hell?”

Y/n swallows thickly. 

“N—No, Harry,” Y/n interjects, shaking her head slightly, “it’s fine. It’s just that my family isn’t financially stable. They obviously wanted me to get into the best university I could, so when I got accepted, I began to take out student loans. I was on work study and we were provided a good amount of financial aid but it wasn’t enough for us. I ended up owing a lot of money to the bank and—“

“So you had my brother use all the money he saved up from his career just to waste it all to pay for you?”

Y/n stands wide-eyed, clearly not expecting that harsh of an accusation. She knew accusations were going to come, but not so goddamn soon and not so rude. 

And she really wants to crawl out of her own skin. She feels sick—she feels filthy and she wants nothing more than to leave the hatred glaring from Gemma’s eyes. 

She feels the tears she’s been holding in hit the surface, and her chest is heaving and her throat is chocked from the thickness in the air. She really can’t be here right now—she really can’t keep listening to anything else Gemma decides to throw at her.

She’s embarrassed and insecure, two things Y/n can’t handle on her own and now she’s forced to face the situation that’s feeding her both.

“What the fuck?!” Harry shouts, “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about!”

It took Y/n months before agreeing to let Harry pay her tuition. He had offered since the day he met her. She stressed herself out in ways he’d never seen—pushing herself to the brink of exhaustion and never giving herself a chance to properly take a breath. 

In the moments leading up to their relationship, he felt his career wasn’t even half of what she put herself through at the time. He had all the money for everything she wanted—he was willing to give every penny he had to her, drop everything he’s worked for and give it all to her. He didn’t need it anymore. He had spent his entire life building his future and by the time it was over, he had so much money that he didn’t even know what to do with. 

He found his girl—he found the one he was going to marry. He had a house—a beautiful house—one he could still pay off because he’s still being paid for being in the media. He lived his dream, there was no reason to keep the money he made.

He had everything.

And after what felt like years of Harry begging Y/n—to the point where he even went on his knees—to help her get through her financial crisis, she couldn’t say no. Not to that amount of desperation, not when he was in tears watching her suffer so much.

“That’s bullshit!” Gemma spits.

She takes a threatening step towards Y/n, and in any other circumstance, Y/n would run away without hesitation. But she can’t move.

She lets out a sob when Gemma gets in her face, not daring to touch her but still close enough to make Y/n understand how much she’s made her angry—enough to let her know how serious this all is.

“What are the chances a girl like you gets it on with my brother?! Huh? What are the fucking chances of that?!“ 

"That is fucking enough!” Harry booms, pushing his hand out to push Gemma away from Y/n. 

He swears, he could fucking break her wrists in half. Gemma was the last person he expected to judge Y/n on her economic class. He actually thought they’d get on extremely well. He never expected to be holding Gemma back from punching a very fearful, shaken up Y/n.

And he wishes more than anything that he can be comforting her right now, but he’s not going to risk letting Gemma out of his grasp.

Y/n steps back, taking in a harsh breath as the wind is knocked right out of her. She genuinely feels like someone punched her in the throat, which probably would have happened if Harry wasn’t holding Gemma back as hard as he is. 

She feels the tears that were building up in her eyes slowly start to fall, her barrier completely breaking down. It wasn’t supposed to be this way, nothing was. She’s not supposed to make Harry’s family hate her. She wanted to become apart of it, grow old and pass down more generations of it. 

It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.

In the mix of her emotions, Y/n puts on the fakest fucking smile she’s ever put on. Of course,  it’s not on there for long. She looks down the second it disappears, falling just as quickly as it formed. If she continues to fight for herself, there would be no room for any hope she wishes to carry that Gemma will somehow see her differently. 

“You don’t have to worry about this anymore, Gemma.” She cries, little pathetic sobs finding their way from her throat, “Me and Harry are going to go now, and neither of you will ever have to see me again.”

When the words fall from Y/n’s mouth, Harry’s heart drops to the pit of his stomach. She can’t be serious—she can’t mean what she’s saying.

How could Harry live without seeing her? He’d never be able to forgive himself for letting it get far enough to where Y/n is going to leave him and never think of coming back. No, the thought of that just can’t be possible.

“No.” He whimpers, watching her as she turns away from them, “Baby, please don’t.” 

His hands loosen around Gemma’s wrists in defeat. His whole body is paled and his eyes are brimmed with tears and refusing to blink. 

He just lost everything.

“I never want her back in this goddamn house, Harry, I swear—”

“Do you realize what you just did to me?” He chokes out a sob, his hand reaching to the overwhelming pain in his chest. “You just ruined me, Gemma. I—I’m—She was everything to me, you don’t understand.”

And he really can’t find it within him to stay long enough to listen to what she has to say. She just ruined his life—his life is completely ruined and he’s never felt so utterly lost in his entire life.

He walks out of Gemma’s door without looking back, not daring to do anything but speed up his pace when he sees Y/n sobbing against the car door, her body shaking and eyes soaked with tears.

Nothing is making sense, everything he thought he knew is falling apart. The life he’s built himself is crumbling beneath him, and there’s absolutely nothing he can do about it.

When Y/n is only a few feet away from him, he grabs onto her wrists so tight and rams her into his chest. His movements are nothing short of desperate and he needs her to know how much he needs her, now more than ever.

He needs her to know that he physically can’t live without seeing her again. She means more to him than anything he’s ever had and he refuses to let her walk away from what they have. He won’t let it happen.

He won’t.

He grabs her face so that he can look at her, and the pain in her eyes makes him want to rip his heart out of his own chest. She can’t look at everything she’s ever loved and know she has to walk away from it. 

“You didn’t mean that, Y/n. You are not fucking leaving me, there is no way in hell I’m letting that happen.”

His hands are running feverishly down her hair, his eyes practically pleading for her to just come back to him. 

But he needs to understand.


“Not over my fucking sister, Y/n. Please, you can’t do that to me. You can’t.”

She squeezes her eyes shut—the only way she can think rationally because she can’t think properly when she looks at him. It hurts too much.

 How in the world is she going to do this? It’s either she stays with Harry and he loses the person who means most to him, or she leaves Harry and lives the rest of her life alone because she can’t find love in anybody else.

She almost considers staying with him. Almost. But there is no way she can stay together with him and live her entire life being hated by somebody who means more to Harry than she does. She just can’t.

“She’s right, Harry. This whole thing—all of this is a mistake. We’re too different, this isn’t right.” She sobs.

She really doesn’t mean it, but she does believe that there is some truth behind her words. They should have known this was never going to work out, no matter how much they do love each other. 

Love can’t always win.

“No!” Harry barks, pressing his forehead so hard onto hers he wouldn’t be shocked if he broke his skull from it. “You don’t dare say that shit to me. You don’t say that to me.”

Y/n shakes her head, pushing him off of her as hard as she could. It breaks her heart to not feel him pressed up against her, but she needs to do this for both of their sake.

“That’s your sister, the way she spoke to me.”

“I don’t care. I’ll never let her in again, she won’t have any fucking sense in this, baby. Nothing will get in our way.”

But she just can’t.

“I’m so sorry, Harry.”

Harry swears he feels his heart ripping in half at her words. His body feels completely detached, like every bone is breaking and all he has left to do is fall in front of her. He holds onto her legs like it’s his last hope. His sobs draining out everything in his head and all he can fucking feel is the mix of his heart being taken right out of his chest and her hands running softly through his hair.

“Please, Y/n.” Is the only thing is brain can muster: Please, please, please. Any source of desperation to keep her with him, that’s the only thing his brain can register.

He grips onto her legs tighter, his forehead pressed against her knees. He feels her tug at his hair, hears her cry and curse under her breath. 

This wasn’t supposed to happen.


She sighs, one last cry ripping from her.

“I can’t.”

Auston Matthews - Drunk and Jealous

anon request: okkk so could you do an auston matthews one where you’re drunk and dancing with guys and he gets jealous and takes u home & idk if u do smut but make it a lil nasty?

anon request: Auston Matthews fluff? :) x

i would do an auston matthews imagine any day! i love him sm️ and i don’t write smut but making out and kissing i can do so i hope this was okay and i hope it was at least a little fluffy cause i was kinda short:))

warnings: making out, kissing, cussing, mentions of alcohol

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it was after an amazing goal scored by tyler bozak and a hard fought win we were out celebrating at a bar. i was having the time of my life dancing with all of the lady leafs. “y/n another shot?” one of the girls asked, i quickly nodded and took the shot from her hand and downed it receiving a few cheers as i threw my arms up in the air yelling along with them.

the shot was like fire down my throat but i loved it. i stumbled up the stairs to the vip where all of the guys were drinking beers and slightly dancing to music, “they look so awkward” i giggled with steph as she nodded helping me up the stairs, her being much more sober. “slow down there tiger your gonna hurt yourself” she laughed practically having to pull me up the stairs.

“aus!” i shouted trying to run over to him but almost falling over. “hey baby” he kissed my cheek and i pushed him away. “that is PDA auston!” i pointed my finger at his chest. morgan and mitch were beside me laughing at what was occurring in front of them. “and what are you laughing at you eleven year old and you over sized teddy bear” at that aus was laughing at the two boys, and so was william then matt joined in too.

“you know mitch i don’t even think your supposed to be in here” i shook my head at him disapprovingly. “sorry mitch” auston laughed and pulled me back to him. “she won’t remember this tomorrow” he smiled down at me.

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simon x reader imagine - his insecurities

requested: “Can you write a Simon imagine where he gets really insecure and y/n helps him out”

I knocked on his bedroom door. For the third day in a row, there was no response. I called his name and again I was met with silence. Lately Simon had been so distant. He wasn’t answering my texts, my calls, and when I came to visit the Sidemen house I did not see him for even a minute, my entire stay would be spent with one of the three other guys. And yet every day I returned in the hopes something would be different. 

I don’t know what triggered my sudden confidence today of all days, but I decided I would not return home alone again. I pushed his bedroom door open. 

There Simon lay, on his bed, facing away from me. His face was hidden, his body submerged under the layers of duvets and blankets. There was no recording material to be seen around his room, suggesting he had not moved from his bed all day. His curtains were drawn and the room dark, lit only by a small fraction of streetlights shining through. 

“Simon?” I whispered into the darkness. I was met with no response. Contemplating whether he was asleep or not I edged closer to his bed, sitting down on the edge of where his body lay. I noticed his body twitch.

“Simon please talk to me.”

Again there was no reply. I sighed, feeling defeated as I stood up. If even this couldn’t gain his attention perhaps I did not deserve it. I turned around to leave.

“Wait.” His voice was soft, broken and weak. It was almost inaudible as he muttered the words “Stay.” 

I stood still. Part of me was angry at the silence I had been receiving lately. I put this down to selfishness, and made my way back to the bed, sitting down next to his still body. 

“y/n I don’t know what to do.” His voice was shaky and weak. My heart burned as I realised how fragile he really was. 

“Simon what do you mean?”

“I can’t.” His voice broke as he sobbed. “I don’t know what to do. I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve you.”

“Simon?” Tears filled my eyes. I bit them back, trying to fake strength to help him feel better. I pushed his point, asking what he meant.

“I just don’t feel right anymore. I feel so useless. I can’t even record anymore, I just feel like I’m not entertaining anyone. I can’t even edit because I can’t handle looking at my own face. All I see is flaws, and it makes me wonder how I got here. And then I remember it’s due to the others, and that makes sense. But what doesn’t make sense is how I got you.”

My every organ seemed to ache as I realised just how vulnerable Simon really was, and how much he had needed me. I had been with Simon long enough to know he was insecure, but had never looked deep enough to realise that his insecurities were really drowning him. He was being suffocated. And that wasn’t evident by his appearance on camera at all. He came off as this soft, light hearted, humorous nerd, and never had anyone realised he was aching. I moved closer to him, feeling around the blankets for his hand. 

“Simon…you could not be more wrong.” As I grabbed his hand he flinched. “You deserve everything you have and more. You deserve the entire world, the universe. There are five million plus people rooting to watch you succeed. And you’re doing just that.” 

I rubbed his thumb softly, watching as his face relaxed slightly.

“People sit at home in front of their laptops, and they go out of their way to watch you talk to a camera. And that’s incredible. People make their own accounts dedicated to this persona you created. You are such an incredible, talented, loving person and so many people are so in love with you. And then theres me.”

He opened his eyes slightly, still not looking directly at me. Through the darkness I could just make out the colour of them. Covered in a layer of tears, they were so blue you could almost see through them. 

“Simon you deserve more than me. And I’m almost glad you don’t realise it, because should you realise how much you deserve you wouldn’t be sat here with me right now.” 

I bit back more tears. You have to be strong for him. “ every single day I spend with you is like Christmas come early. I look at you,’re everything. You are everything I have ever wanted and everything I will ever want. My heart swells when I look at you, and it sounds uncomfortable but it’s not. In fact it’s the opposite. That heart swelling is a feeling I wanna feel for the rest of my life, and it’s only achieved by you.”

“Simon you open your front door and I instantly feel a level of happiness I have never felt before. It doesn’t matter where we are, whether we’re in the car, in a club or a restaurant, at my house or yours, I look at you and all I can think is I am so in love with you. In fact, I’m thinking it right now.”

He opened his eyes fully, wiping them with his hand before pulling me into him underneath the duvet. His arms wrapped around me, squeezing me so tight I could explode. I smelt his cologne as he buried his face into my neck, planting light kisses along my jaw, my collarbones. Any skin he could access. He did not let me move, holding me as if he didn’t ever wanna let go.

“I love you more than any words can explain,” he whispered intimately into my ear. “I don’t ever wanna spend a moment without you. I love you. I will always love you.”

I did not ruin the moment with a reply, only moving my head to press my lips to his. Our mouths moved slowly, intimately, warmly. There were almost visible waves of love exchanging between our bodies. I love him. I am so in love with him.

Homesick 4 You

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This is a sequel to All the Cats Out of Bags, though it can stand on its own.  It’s probably not quite as direct a follow up as I’d implied in my reblog (timing and set up needed alteration). It is also @miraculousfluffmonth‘s Aug 21 prompt, distance.

Marinette’s computer blipped at her, notifying her of an incoming Discord message.  "Oh, hey Alya, Adrien’s online,“ she spoke quickly into her phone.  They had started out doing homework, but had moved on to the ethical considerations of keeping sensitive information confidential.  Alya was writing a paper on it, and the all her research and reading made her rethink a few things about her goals with the Ladyblog.  "I know he’s super lonely in Milan, so is it okay if chat with him a bit?”

Alya laughed.  "Yeah.  You’ve heard all this before, anyway.“

Marinette met Tikki’s eyes and smiled.  "True, but for what it’s worth, I agree with you.  And I think your change in policy or whatever it could be called, is a mature and socially responsible perspective.”

“Thanks, cupcake, I’ll see you tomorrow,” Alya said.

Marinette jiggled her mouse and signed in to her computer.  Her chat with Adrien popped up.

Hugdrien : Do you have any idea how hug deprived I am right now?

Princess : I do, actually.  I’ve been logging your hug activity for the last several months.  You are going to require intensive cuddling when you return.

Hugdrien : Should I schedule an appointment now?

Princess : No need.  I’ve set aside my entire schedule for your treatment.

Hugdrien : Oh good.

Princess : How was today’s shoot?

Hugdrien : Terrible.  Pretty much everything that could go wrong, did.

Princess : Oh, no!  I am so sorry. That’s awful.

Hugdrien : Camile asked my father why you weren’t with me.  She claims you’re some sort of good luck charm.

Hugdrien : She’d be far more right than she realizes.

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There’s just something about a person when they’re talking about their passion.
They lose control of their mouth while trying to explain their special world, and for a little while you get to be there with them, their eyes sparkling like sunlit waters and time being nothing more than another witness.
How can something this beautiful ever be called annoying?
—  Maxwell Diawuoh, Once A Day (228/366)
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Content: Teacher!Au, swearing, smut | 16+ | Word Count: 2.5k


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“There’s a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable”

                                                     —Mark Twain

After he said that, all I could do was leave the room with my reddened cheeks. What was he thinking when he said that? I ran into my locker to see how bad my face was looking and just in the moment, Sunny appeared by my side.

“Excuse me but you are as red as a tomato. What happened?”

“Ah! N-Nothing happened I was just with Mr. Park and he commented about my project, just that” I said trying to hide my nervousness behind my words, not working very well.

“Are you sure he just commented about your script?” She shot a teasing glare at me instantly receiving a slap on the arm.

“Of course he did that! What more he c-could do?”

Then she mouthed an “okay” and went out of my way so I could breathe normally. I checked myself one more time on my locker’s mirror and the color of my face was getting normal but nothing changed the heat that hosted my body. This feeling grew bigger when I saw Mr. Park left the classroom, what made me run down the hall to the entrance of the school taking my way home. I know that I shouldn’t be freaking out about the things he said to me but I was, exactly because I never received a comment like that especially from a teacher. I entered home and as always I was alone, my parents always went to work in this time just leaving me with my puppy.

“Hi Mochi, I missed you too” I hugged my only true friend, “You don’t imagine what happened today”

Two Weeks After

Everything still the same at school, except for the… Literature class. Mr. Park has been acting strange around me and for strange all I can say is flirtatious, he always gave me compliments at the school hall and even in the classroom. Asked if I could stay after class to help him with some homework projects and when we did that I could saw him looking at me almost like a paper that he needed to evaluate. In the classroom, when we were doing our tasks, he would always stop right beside my desk and run his hands on my forearm with his usual smile.

After two weeks I was going crazy with that teacher. He didn’t leave me alone and my grades were slowly going down to the point my mother asked what was happening in school. So arranging all the courage I could before the class started, I went to his office. The last thing I wanted was to be reproved in his subject so I go for it. Of course, never letting go my education I knocked on the door before entering.

And he was there, with his wide grin plastered on his face. The angelic Mr. Park that I thought have met was now turning into the devilish one. He greeted me but I didn’t even opened my mouth for this part and closing the door I took a calm breath before walking furiously to his desk and slamming my hands over it, what made he jump in his chair.

“Good morning, sweet professor,” I said ironically, “What are you thinking you are doing with me?”

He let out a loud chuckle and got up from his seat, coming to my side and leaning on the desk, “Me? I’m doing exactly nothing. Or aren’t you used to receiving compliments?”

“Of course I’m used to that, but not from you. Mr. Park, do I need to tell you what are you to me?” I just wanted to finish this talk already because being just me and him in this room could turn things really bad to me and I didn’t even felt ashamed when I thought about that.

“Why are your cheeks so red? But tell me Mrs. (Y/S), What am I to you?” I saw his body leaning closer to mine and an uncontrollable heat takes lead on my body.

“You are my teacher,” I said with a thoughtful voice.

“Say that again babygirl” He leaned closer and I felt his hands wrapping around my waist and pressing me against the desk so now I couldn’t scape his touch. Actually, I couldn’t even manage to look at his face.

“What are you doing?! If someone opens that… Y-YOU ARE MY TEACHER!”

I felt his hands traveling the side of my body until they stopped at my thighs and gripping them he made me sit on his desk guiding himself to the middle of my legs. He didn’t move his hands from the place he was holding and leaning his body onto mine he gave me a peck on the cheek. I was letting he do this not because I didn’t have the strength to push him and run to the door. I was letting him because I liked everything he was making. The compliments, looks and the hard grip on my thighs.

“Don’t you think the forbidden is more desirable?” He was so close that for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me. I felt his plump lips pressing onto my neck wishing he could do more but those soft kisses were the last contact we had before the bell rang, “I think you are late for class Mrs.” He said that as he kissed the corner of my mouth and let go off of my legs.

Before opening the door I looked back and saw him sitting in his chair, reading some papers with his round glasses at the tip of his nose, he lifted his head and sent me a wink. I didn’t smile though, if I let him do what he wants I’ll be in trouble. I almost flew to my first period and for some luck, the teacher wasn’t there yet, but Sunny was. That is, I would be questioned anyway.

“Where were you?! And what happened to your face? It’s red again!” I made a signal to her to shut her mouth because everyone looked at us at that point.

“Nothing happened Sunny!”

In reality, a lot happened. Well, at least I considerate that a lot and couldn’t risk telling my friend about all of this. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust her but if I tell this to Sunny, she will be just one more person to keep secret from the others. I can’t even imagine if my mom finds out something about this, she would ground me to death and make sure that Mr. Park would go to jail because this possibility exists. Although, I know that I’m overreacting and he’ll stop doing these things for sure.

Sunny told me that almost all the girl from my class hated me because of the attention I was getting from the teacher. Funny how they totally forget about the existence of Jeon Jungkook when he started to manage the Literature class. She told me even she found him attractive but not someone who would like to risk her school life by getting near the new teacher.

The last period was his. He entered the class and while my classmates were fighting to take the desks to sit next to him I moved my things to the furthest place in the room.  Even when I tried to hide on the back I saw him walking in my direction with a serious face, just because he couldn’t hit on me at the classroom, after he gave wrote the lesson on the chalkboard. But instead of touching me he just threw a piece of paper on my desk and went back to the front of the class.

Oh, now he will keep things mysterious as maybe he didn’t like what how I acted earlier in that day.

I decided to open the letter and read his beautiful calligraphy.

I think you are in trouble. I noticed the principal about your grades in my subject exactly after you let my office and I hope your situation gets better, Mrs. He called your mother she’s waiting for you in his room to have a talk and take the right choices. In the next period they’ll be waiting you in the principal’s office.

I just want your wellbeing.

~Mr. Park 

I literally felt my blood boil. I just don’t know what did I have in my mind when out of nowhere I threw the paper at his back. In that moment, when he turned to me with a cold expression I knew that I was screwed more than ever. He picked up the paper from the ground and kept with him — not wanting to risk throwing away, someone could read it — and sighed loudly for everyone to hear.

I was hating him and everything he was doing.

“Mrs. (Y/S), how can you explain what you did? Throwing a piece of paper on my back?”

“I’m sorry, sir” I saw him shiver when that word left my mouth.

“You are going to pay your apologies after the class ends, cleaning the bathrooms” What? Was he going out of his head? Of course, he had to be overreacting because no one should clean the bathrooms because of that. He wanted to get his revenge on me for sure but why did he have to do it in front of the whole class.

“Excuse me Mr. Kim, have you called me?” I entered the principal’s office glad to notice that my mom wasn’t there anymore. Sadly she’ll be at home in the night.

“Good Morning (Y/N), please enter” The principal always called the students by their first names so they could feel more comfortable around him, “Your mom had to leave because of a problem on the job”

He guided me to take a sit in front of his desk while picking up some papers and checking my school’s schedule. Why was he looking at that? I didn’t do any extra classes.

“Well, Mr. Park noticed me about your situation on his subject and I’m impressed, young lady. You were one of the first positioned students in Literature and your grades took a really different road now. Your mom didn’t stay satisfied and said that you needed to study more but, I know that’s not the true reason for this failure. If anything is happening at home or even at school you have to tell me alright?”

“Nothing’s happening Mr. Kim” He nodded as I told him that. Obviously, the truth couldn’t be told.

“Right. So I have one mo—” He was interrupted by the sound of the door opening, I couldn’t see who it was since I was sat backward to it, “Oh Mr. Park! Thank you for receiving my call, take a seat please”

“Excuse me, good morning Mrs. (Y/S)” He sat next to me seeming to be really comfortable with all of that.

“As I was saying to our student Mr. Park, she needs to get better at your subject and by that I mean she needs to put extra classes on her schedule”

Oh, my God. Please don’t say what I’m thinking. I could see the satisfaction grin forming on the man by my side. His tongue darting out to lick his upper lip, the same lips that marked my neck with soft kisses. He wanted to play with me and I’m going to join his game. I slowly lowered my body on the chair, making my skirt rise a little and getting him a view of my lace knee socks that were tight around my thighs.

“I suggested to (Y/N)’s some teachers that work exactly with this kind of classes but she insisted that if possible Mr. Park should give this lessons. Are you alright with that teacher?”

Thank you so much, mom. I felt his gaze run down my legs and he shifted on the place clearing his throat. I never did something like this and now, in the principal’s office, I was doing without one bit of a shame. I decided to tease him even more by taking one of my shoes off and starting to move my foot up and down his leg. I did all of that while sitting in that chair and putting my elbows on the desk.

“T-That’s no problem for me, Mr. Kim. I always stay at least one hour after my period on the library, organizing my lessons. Can we manage that Mrs. (Y/S)?” Mr. Park was at his edge when he held my thigh stopping it from moving. He pressed his fingers on it trying to relieve the tension he was feeling.

“Well, if you say so,” I said taking his hand away. I’m not going to give him this pleasure.

“Okay then, this is your new schedule. You can go to accomplish your detention now and just to let you know that I’m really disappointed with your behavior towards Mr. Park”

This is ridiculous.

I did nothing wrong and still, Mr. Park sent me to detention and now I’m here cleaning the boy bathroom’s floor. The place was one hell of a vision, there was no doubt that it was pee in the walls and the smell was terrible. I got down on my knees and started to rub the floor. What kind of girl have I turned into? As a frustration feeling was taking back at my mind I let down some flustered tears strip down your face.

“A princess shouldn’t cry like this. This makes them look so naive although you are far from that right?”

I turned just to see Mr. Park standing at the door frame. He moved in and locked the bathroom.

“What are you doing in here?” I asked while standing on my feet and cleaning my tears probably looking awful with my clothes covered in dirty.

“Just checking on my student, can’t I?” He came closer and grabbed my waist holding me onto his chest, “Don’t cry anymore. I’m sorry about this”

“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” I said pushing him away but just winning his body pressing against mine on the sink counter. 

“Don’t get at me like that, you are so lucky that I won’t punish you today” He let go off of your waist and kissed your cheek, “Goodbye (Y/N)”

I was really pissed at him but I couldn’t deny the heat forming between your thighs.

The Affair - Chapter 7

Summary: The OC (reader) returns home after spending her time with Negan at the school. A confrontation takes place between the OC and Tom that leads to Negan getting involved.

Characters: Negan, Reader (OC) & Tom (OC)

Warnings: Swearing & Fighting

Notes: This chapter is kind of not as fun as the last, but I promise the next one will be! 

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i got to meet my idols today, as well as the one person whom i consider my hero. meeting ethan, brian, and g was a great experience, and i feel so blessed to have been able to meet them. when i hugged ethan that first time, and he bent over to hug me properly, i felt the safest that i had ever felt in my life, which probably sounds insane unless you know all of the things ive been through. ethan truly is my hero, and i owe all three of these men so much more than ill ever be able to give them back, but i appreciate them so much more than words can ever explain. i cant wait to see you boys again tomorrow 💕

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itssciencefitz  asked:

64 or 98 + Fitzsimmons please??? 😊

Hi! Here’s “It’s two sugars, right?” and “Take a deep breath.” Prompt list here if you want to send me one!

Hospital AU. Specifically, an alternate universe in which everything below is medically accurate :)

“It’s two sugars, right?”

Fitz turns to see her, the doctor who couldn’t be real. And yet, there she is, sitting down at his table, offering him a cup of tea. He reaches out and is almost surprised when he can touch the handle. His eyes flick up to hers, and he wonders why she seems so expectant before he realizes that she asked him a question.

“Um, y-yes.” He takes the mug in both hands, thankful for the warmth. Is every hospital cafeteria as frigid as this one? When he dares to look at her again, she’s beaming at him.

“Good,” she says. “I mean … I just happened to notice. I’m a big fan of yours.” She offers her hand with such excitement that Fitz finds her absolutely radiant. “Dr. Jemma Simmons. I’ve been fascinated by your work in non-lethal weapons.”

Fitz frowns, trying not to look at her hand, or her face, or anything at all. In the end, though, it’s the sound of his mother’s voice in his head that makes him suck in a breath and go for it. He doesn’t shake her hand as much as he puts his open hand in hers, but she pumps it up and down as if he had. She doesn’t even know that this is his good hand.

“Sorry,” he says, “I just … I …”

“Have hypoxia?” she supplies, then grimaces. “Sorry. That’s—I probably shouldn’t have said it that way. But I did read the article about your accident. I’m thrilled to see how well you’ve recovered.”

Fitz looks down at his rumpled shirt, and he’s just about to ask her what she means when the tremors start in his bad hand. He sucks a breath through his teeth, and as the pain makes his eyes close, he sees a glimmer of her face.

She’s horrified.

And why shouldn’t she be? He’s not the engineer she thinks he is, and if his progress continues to plateau, he never will be again. He rubs his bad hand and wishes he could just shrink until she couldn’t see him.

“Are you alright?”

He’s in so much pain that he can only shake his head, trying his best to stay calm.

“Th-this one’s … worse,” he tries to explain, and when he hears the scoot of her chair, he honestly doesn’t blame her. Who would want to have tea with someone so broken? So when her hand lands on his shoulder, he almost jumps.

“Dr. Fitz,” she soothes, “I’m not a medical doctor—I just work here in the research wing—but I have been reading up on therapy techniques and I … do you mind?”

He looks up at her through the tears in his eyes and nods, willing to try anything. 

She smiles, taking his hand in hers. “Take a deep breath,” she says. 

He does as she says, and he swears that his heart stops before she even starts massaging his tendons. The tears dry as he stares at her, this doctor just as old as he is, more beautiful than any woman he’d ever seen. He almost doesn’t notice that the pain has disappeared until she offers a triumphant smile.


He looks down at his hand, utterly amazed. “How, how did you—”

“It’s a simple technique, really,” she explains, looking at him through her eyelashes, “but it does take two hands. If it helps, you can always ring for me. I’m happy to offer my services.”

He furrows his brow, more than slightly overwhelmed by how close she is. “I’m—I’m not st-staying here. I’m just …” He winces as all words fail him.

“Killing time between appointments? Well, then you can ring for me when you’re here, I guess. You might not live here, but I might as well.” She offers him a kind smile as her hand falls on his knee. Even if his brain weren’t broken. he’d have no idea what to say.

“J-jemma Simmons?” he manages, flooded with relief when she smiles in response. He points to his chest. “I’m, uh, Leopold Fitz.”

Somehow, her smile feels like a laugh.

“I know,” she says.

for @jathis 

based on the events of ‘Devour’, where Hux has become Emperor and Kylo is his hound, and they have a beautiful red-haired daughter called Elora. They live in a grand palace and, somehow, Techie (Hux’s younger brother) has come to live with them too. 

if you want, you can read this post that explains the entire situation leading up to this drabble OR just know that Emperor Hux & Kylo have a daughter (Elora) who was lost to the Resistance because of Techie’s actions but 16 years later, she and Techie return to Hux & Kylo and they both forgive Techie, but Techie is struggling to forgive himself.

& my entire ‘Elora Hux’ AU is all here


The palace already feels like more of a home than the Resistance base ever did.

Elora walks by Hux’s side, listening to her father’s soft words about how she’s not to rush into anything, how she can keep her studies and training postponed for a few more months until she feels properly settled in.

“I’m fine, Father,” she nods, looking at Hux’s greying-red hair, wondering how he would’ve looked years ago with a full head of shining red hair like hers. “I’m excited to get into real training. Papa says we can start with lightsaber combat.”

“I’m sure he did,” Hux huffs with a roll of his eyes. They stop next to the exit to the gardens, to where the mid-afternoon sun shines down on the lush terrace, and Hux lifts his hand so Elora may hold it as they walk down the set of little steps. “That was one of the things he talked about most when you were first born.”

Elora frowns. “About what?”

“Your Papa,” Hux says, stopping at the bottom of the step and turning to look at his daughter, holding her hand tightly. “Even when he was pregnant, he talked so much about teaching you about the Force and showing you how to harness and control your powers. Our little warrior, he’d call you. And then I’d scold him for talking about giving you a lightsaber for your first birthday.”

Elora smiles but feels her stomach tighten, thinking of how her life may have played out if she hadn’t disappeared when she was only four years old. She’d be unstoppable with the Force thanks to Kylo’s training, she’d be able to aid Hux in his strategical planning, and she’d have a happy childhood to look back on. Laughs and giggles at Papa’s silliness, the glowing smile on Father’s face as she surpasses yet another expectation, and the warm arms of her parents around her as they kiss her goodnight.

If only Uncle Techie hadn’t led her away.

As his name resonates in her mind, Elora looks across the vast gardens, sensing his presence close by.

“You look distracted, darling,” Hux says.

“It’s nothing, Father. I promise,” she says, though he tucks a stray piece of her curly red hair behind her ear—the ears she’s inherited from Kylo. “I think I’d like to stay out here for a little while.”

“If that is what you wish,” Hux smiles. “Would you like your old father’s company?”

“Thank you, but I’d like to be on my own.”

“I understand.” Hux leans forward to place a kiss on her cheek. Elora closes her eyes, trying to control her welling sadness, only to realise that it isn’t hers; it’s her father’s. “And you’ll come to me or your Papa if you need anything?”

“Yes,” Elora smiles, nods. “But I’m alright, Father. I just feel I need to be outside. It’s where the Force wants me to be right now.”

Hux chuckles, jokingly rolling his eyes. “You Force-users and your mystical ways. Very well, Elora. I shall see you at dinner.”

She nods at him again and watches him step back through the palace doors, though he turns around again to look back at her before he’s halfway down the corridor. Elora waves at him reassuringly, and he raises his hand at her before carrying on, no doubt going to look for Kylo. Allowing her hand to fall back to her side, Elora sighs. Her parents show their protectiveness in different ways; Kylo is very forthcoming and loud about his guarding of her, whereas she has no doubt that Hux will go inside and watch her from one of the top floor windows, secretly ensuring that his daughter is safe and sound.

Elora wonders if her parents blame themselves for her disappearance. She hopes not.

The gardens are incredibly peaceful, filled with bright flowers and tall trees, where little birds nest in the branches and where her Uncle most likes to be.

Techie is sat alone on one of the stone benches amongst the tulip beds, staring out at their red and yellow petals. Shoulders hunched in, he shivers, and Elora contemplates taking off her cape to drape it around him. She unclasps it and places it over Techie’s shoulders but he’s startled, gasps and turns around.

“Elora!” Techie exclaims, shuffling back. His hair falls in his face, his white hair, having lost its red sheen completely. “You surprised me. What’s—”

“You’ll get cold, Uncle,” Elora says, pulling her cape further around him. “And you know how easily you get sick.”

He smiles at her but Elora can sense the conflict in his mind. Her father has told her stories of when she was a baby and how her gentle uncle would be afraid to hold her in case he harmed her, how he’d knit her soft toys and blankets that she’d fall in love with, and how he’d never fail to make his little niece smile.

“I don’t deserve your kindness, Elora,” Techie says, avoiding her gaze.

“You deserve everything that’s kind, Uncle,” she replies. “You took care of me when I was just a baby, you’re family, you’re—”

“—The reason you were away from your parents for so long.”

She senses his tears before they fall, before his hand moves to cover his mouth and his eyes close, tears dripping down from his eyelashes. His guilt-ridden mind spills over into Elora’s, flooding her untamed senses with his raw emotion until she feels her own tears on her cheeks.

“Uncle,” Elora says, taking his hand. “I asked to go with you on that day. You didn’t intend for us to be taken by the Resistance, nor did you intend to get locked away whilst I was raised in a lie. Father and Papa have forgiven you. Is it not time that you forgive yourself?”

“For taking a beautiful child away from her parents for fourteen years? I should suffer exile,” Techie says.

Elora opens her mouth to answer him but another speaks instead. It’s a low voice, one that’s deep in her memory.

“We wouldn’t allow that to happen.”

Techie and Elora turn to see Kylo and Hux standing behind them, full regal attire but with soft expressions on their faces.

“Your Highnesses!” Techie scrambles up, bowing, sniffling and clambering to take off Elora’s cape and hand it back to her. “I’m so sorry! I was just—”

“Taking care of your niece, as you always do,” Hux says, removing his luscious white cape to wrap around his little brother. Elora moves to stand next to Kylo, who wraps his arm around her and kisses her head. “Techie. Brother. You mustn’t hide away like this anymore. Elora is right. Kylo and I don’t hold any sort of grudge against you for what happened.”

“Please, Uncle,” Elora says, and Techie finally looks up, blue eyes brimming with more tears. He looks at Hux then over his shoulder to where Elora stands, dwarfed by Kylo’s height. “You suffered too. Father and Papa have helped me. Let them help you, too.”

Techie bites his lip but before he can erupt into more tears, Elora leaps forward to hug him and Hux does the same, and the three end up with their arms all wrapped around each other in one big embrace, and it all feels very familiar to Elora. Flashes of a memory come to her mind, and she’s but a baby in her father’s arms, looking up and him and her uncle as they converse and then embrace, her in the centre of it.

She feels her Papa’s hand on her back, his other touching Hux’s, and suddenly, this feels like home. Not the palace, not the gardens, but in her family’s arms.

Ranma ½ 30th anniversary challenge day 6

Favorite Pairing:

Look, we all know my real favorite pairing is Ranma and Akane but instead im going to say

Ryoga Hibiki and Akari Unryuu.

Why? Because there are more people doing Ranma and Akane that can explain why I like them better than in my own words AND when I originally read the manga I was a huge Ryoga fan and didn’t want to see him end up lonely.

Enter Akari Unryuu, the pig loving, sumo wrestling trainer (pig sumo wrestling), she is seriously one of Takahashi’s most adorable characters ever created and its a shame shes only in so little of the manga, she loves Ryoga so much (after he defeated her champion pig, Katsunishiki) and tries so hard for him and doesn’t care about his short-comings and curse, but Ryoga takes a while to warm up to her due to his feelings for Akane which is the main point of contention for this pairing (especially because of later chapters). Though to be fair, you cant just turn off your feelings for someone and Ryoga has also never had any real relationship that’s ever been shown, platonic or romantic, and whenever hes tried with Akane, Ranma and Co. has ruined it so really not knowing how to act is a viable excuse (not that I condone any stupid decision Ryoga makes and doesn’t get called out for), the trouble of being a comedic manga above all I suppose…

Pr0bleMs¿《G.D》 *Requested*

Warning: Drinking, Cussing, Drama, k enjoy!


Hi :) could you write one where y/n is a party girl and she has a big fight with Grayson bout that and then like she keeps partying every night and she uses alcohol to escape her problems and then one night Grayson finds her completely drunk after they haven’t seen each other for a while after the fight and he brings her home and they fight once again and eventually she starts crying knowing her behavior was wrong like he cuddles her.

(Sorry It took so long school is a bitch.. enjoy love💜)


My thoughts over crowding my brain I can barely hear everything around me


I wish I could stop I really do.. but what else can I do huh? Go home to hear my boyfriend give me the second lecture this week


If I take another shot will it all go away?
Will I be happy? Will he love me again?

“Y/n!” I turned around to see grayson, my tunnel vision getting darker “bab-” that’s all I heard before I backed out… great another argument to look forward to.

“Where am I” the sun glaring in from the half open shades, a splitting headache came shortly after making me groan out in agony. “Look whose finally awake” graysons stance serious and obviously angry “can i explain” rubbing the sleep out of my eyes “Oh ha yeah explain the same explanation you gave me the night before and the night before that would ya?” His voice heightening with each word said, damn it what am I gonna say.

“ugh forget it you wouldn’t understand anyway” getting up and heading to the bathroom “wouldn’t understand? Of course not y/n I don’t drink you know that” i turned around furious more than ever “exactly because your life is perfect what would you need to drink for” he tilted his head slightly “what does me living to the fullest drug free have anything to do with this” “you don’t drink to get rid of the demons, or the dreading memorable events that i for sure don’t wanna remember or my horrible childhood, does that answer your stupid question grayson!” Tears falling from eyes soaking my neck and shirt. He said nothing holding his head low “Speechless.. just what I expected” I stormed out not caring about how much more my headache worsened, I need some time alone.

It’s been 3 days and I haven’t spoken to gray, not through phone, in person, I won’t even text him back. I have better things to worry about.. aka drowning myself in the hard taste of henny. My phone buzzed with a text from my friend asking me to go out tonight, of course I said yes I mean who pushes past a offer of getting completely wasted, I just wanna get him off my mind I’ll try not to over do it.

About an hour in on my 8th shot of alcohol, my head starts to feel free of the unwanted thoughts and in with the touch of freedom and excitement in my veins, “hey I’m gonna take you home your pretty fucking wasted babe” my sober friend offered me a ride although I felt I didn’t need it grayson would be here any second, dragging me out of here and arguing with me non stop “chilllll boo he’s on his way” “who grayson? I thought you guys had a fight” my thoughts came rushing in one by one, so many I could barely process feeling my chest get heavy and my palms sweaty.

“Let’s go y/n you can crash at my place” “thank you y/f/n” I stumbled into her arms as she carried me out the party. My eye lids heavy, I completely fell asleep.

My eyes fluttered open to the familiar bright sun shining through the blinds, my head pounded as I looked around to see grayson come in. My mouth fell open trying to speak but nothing came out, “so you would rather get alcohol poisoning than talking to me about it?” Tears welling in his eyes “I don’t do it on purpose gray” breaking down now “I have a lot going on and I feel talking to you about it would just bore you I’m sorry I’m so sorry” he pulled me into a hug rubbing my back whispering sweet nothing’s in my ear but one caught my attention “I’ll always be here don’t close me out like that please I love you” “I love you Bailey” 


One and Only {Kim Jongin}

Hi! I absolutely love ur blog I was hoping if u can write me a scenario where u r jongins gf bt hes always busy &always asking u to wait & one day he finds jb got7 flirting w/u & he gets jealous & tries to make up for all the times he asked u to wait

Note: Here is is, Anon. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/ imaged used.

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Originally posted by kaibility

You pressed your coated red lips together, your eyes scanning across the room that filled with a mixture of strobe lighting and people as you hugged your arms around yourself, concealing the sweet little black dress you’d carefully hand chosen to wear for this party.

But your efforts were barely noticed, not by the one that mattered, anyway.

He promised he’d be here… he promised.

And this time, you’d believed him. His eyes had been glinting in the soft bedroom light, his hands gently caressing your cheeks as his words whispered the words you were desperate to hear. “I’ll be there, {y/n}, I promise.” But there wasn’t a single sign of him.

Your eyes started to glitter as water gathered in the small rim around the deep colour of your eyes, barely hidden by the soft outlined black liner. You felt destroyed, your insides turning inside out at the thought of him not bothering to show his face to his own birthday party.

You had half a mind to tell everyone to leave, that it was canceled and that you couldn’t do it anymore. But feeling so weak and vulnerable, you could barely utter the words to say. Your heart felt heavy, like a block of lead stuck in your chest and weighing you down to rock bottom.

“Is everything alright, {y/n}?”

Your thoughts shattered as you plastered on a fake smile, turning to look at JB of Got7 as he approached you. He wore a smart jumper over a white shirt and a pair of black trousers and dress shoes. He looked smart, and older with the alcoholic drink placed in his grasp, it looked like some kind of wine.

“Yeah I’m good, are you?” You lied through your teeth, and by the way his eyes scanned over your face, he didn’t believe it. But he didn’t push it.

“I’m well, actually. I haven’t seen Kai yet though, is he here?”

“Still on his way, I think.” You sighed, looking off to the window in the distance, not that it brought you any joy.

“You look beautiful tonight, you know.” He spoke carefully as your eyes came to look at him again.

“You don’t brush up badly either.” You responded, smiling. He chuckled, looking down for a moment before looking back at you again.

“Care to dance? You look like you need some distraction.”

He must have known what you were thinking without telling him, but you couldn’t disagree, and when he held his hand out to pull you fearlessly to the dance floor you couldn’t reject. You interlaced your fingers with his and made your way to the lights bouncing on the floor beneath those already dancing beautifully.

A soft melody blasted, and you found yourself swaying to the sound, your hand still holding JB’s while the other rested on his shoulder blade. His hand was holding your waist as he guided you along the floor, his expert dancing showing perfectly as his feet took the lead.

“Jongin doesn’t know how lucky he is to have you. If you were mine, I wouldn’t let you out of my sight.” JB teased, you could tell by his goofy grin, but under the circumstances, you didn’t find it particularly humorous. You smiled a little, nodding before changing the subject entirely.

“How’s the music production going? Your last comeback was pretty epic.”

“Oh, hard carry? Yeah, it was good, one of out best I think. We’re working on something new, but I’m not allowed to spill. I could make an exception if you’re willing to persuade me though.” He winked, still teasing. You had the gut feeling he was making a move on you, and your heart was screaming for you to stop, but your head was confused, having a war with itself over if you should abide by his advances and stay with Jongin or if you should fall and relieve the stress that’s been building up over all this time.

“I… I don’t think-” You started to stammer, heart racing as he chuckled.

“I know, I’ sorry… I shouldn’t be talking to you like this, you have a boyfriend but… you’re so gorgeous {y/n} and I can’t take my eyes off you.”

You stopped dancing, a tear rolling down your cheek which you quickly wiped away, pulling your hands off him before your brain convinced you into something you’d regret.

“I’m sorry, JB…” You turned your back, about to walk away when you instantly noticed you were right before someone. You stumbled back, but before you could fall, their arms wrapped around your waist, supporting you so you collapse to the cold hard floor.

“I got here, jagiya. Thank you for waiting.”

You looked up, eyes welling again when they landed on Kai’s face, his smile. He’d obviously seen the dancing scene, you and JB caught up in the dancing and the sweet talk.

“Kai…” You started to speak, but his shook his head.

“Don’t apologise. I know you’re about to, and you shouldn’t. I’m the one that should be sorry, for keeping you waiting. On my way here I realised how good you are to me, how much I’ve kept you waiting and it’s wrong, I know it is. I’m sorry that I’ve made you feel like this, so alone and tired, I miss you a lot too, but work has taken over and I shouldn’t let it. I’ve booked the week off completely, so I’m all yours, okay? And when I go back, I’m not going to work as much, I’m going to talk to my manager, because I love you, and I know if I keep treating you like this I’ll lose you, and I can’t think of anything worse.”

His words were sweet, more sincere than you’d ever seen him. You were left speechless, and he knew. He pulled you into a hug, pressing his lips against your tearful cheeks.

“You’re my one and only, {y/n}, and I love you more than words can explain.”

He held you in his arms, his one and only. You felt your heart racing, pumping faster than a butterfly in mid flight. Things weren’t perfect, but it was the start of change for the better.

anonymous asked:

can u do a break up and get back together fic

thank you for requesting! i had fun with this one uwu

The sun was all too bright while their hands disconnected, as did their hearts when he looked into evergreen eyes. He could see there that everything was crashing down, mainly from how distant and quiet she had been for the past week now.

“It’s not working out between us,” Sakura spoke. 

Sasuke knew this subject had been on her mind for awhile now, considering how tired she looked and how off her mindset was.

It was the summer between graduating high school, and starting college, and Sakura Haruno was confronting her fears and telling the boy that she loved to hell and back, that indeed, this relationship just wasn’t going to work out.

Sasuke felt his heart stop along with time around the two of them. The only sound he could hear was the blood rushing to his ears while his fingers began to tremble.


Why would she say such a thing at a time like this? They were in love, growing up together, growing with one another and now she was ending it all and leaving him behind.

“Why?” Sasuke finally asked. He wanted to reach for her hand, but she pulled her hands to her chest and looked down to her toes. He didn’t want to let her go, not after everything they had been through in the last two years.

“You’re not open with me. You hide things, and most importantly, how will we be in the future if we don’t build our relationship while we’re still young?”

Her words hurt, much like the rays of sun against his pale skin. Sasuke couldn’t find the right words in his head. He didn’t know what to say, how to act. All he wanted was her and only her.

“I’ll see you around.”

And that was the end of Sasuke and Sakura.

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Hey everybody! Even through September has already gone and it is 6th October on the calendar I don’t want to forget about the month which didn’t only inspire me in lots of ways but also gave me a huge amount of energy and motivation for the next year. And I find it obligatory to share about all these things with you guys because you might find out something new or something united between me and you.


If to talk about the september movie which have taken a special place in my hearth it of course will be a IT - the Stephen King’s book screen adaptation and also a film remake. It came out on September 5th and every fan of horror movies was hurrying to the cinema. Even I - the person who is afraid of every horror movie ever - loved it. A saturated plot, incredible costumes and decorations, a dynamic picture, deep sounds as well as an absolutely stunning work of the cast, the film director, the scriptwriters and all other people who took part in making this masterpiece. You can read more about IT and my opinion about this film here.

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