move it till you lose it

Okay but...

When Jon told Sansa in front of everybody that the North is hers, everyone is jumping too “Well, that shut her up real quick” as if she’s greedy and wanted the North. When obviously, it shut her up because Jon just validated her, she said last episode “Would that be so terrible?” when he asked if he was to follow her advice to be smarter, you can literally see the awe and appreciation mixed in with shock in her face. She’s so used to be looked over because she’s a girl, and Westerosi society is male dominated, but here she was validated for the first time in FOREVER as being a Stark, NOT a Bolton, NOT a Lannister, NOT a pawn, but and honest to gods Stark who deserved every bit on respect the name has drawn for centuries in a line of Kings and Wardens. Jon was named King of the North, but he still recognizes that Sansa is a Stark and that her rightful place will always be Winterfell, and her power will always be the North.


TL;DR I’m not crying, YOU ARE 

Butterfly


He’s reading as she flits around the room getting ready for bed, he hasn’t read in a long time and is determined to get most of it read tonight, back propped up a bit as his long legs are spread across the mattress. He pays her no mind as she buzzes around the room, gaze not leaving the page as she crawls into bed next to him. He’s completely immersed in the words till she begins unbuttoning his shirt just a bit more.


She had gotten bored cuddled next to him moving instead to lay between his legs her elbows resting carefully on his hips while slender fingers trace over the two little birds. She’s not doing it for attention it’s just something she likes to do, trace them, his tattoos running her finger along the lines trying to feel a difference that isn’t there. He sneaks a glance looking to her face under the book, she’s not smiling or frowning her cheek smushed a bit as she rests her head in her free hand, she looks content it makes Harry feel funny he likes this just being in each other’s company not needing anything more than the comforts of each other’s presence … little does he know …


He returns to the words hand faltering as he turns the page, her nimble fingers cold against his stomach as she unbuttons the rest pushing it away with featherlight touches, she’s going for the butterfly, it’s her favorite one, she’s told him plenty of times before, that and the ferns she especially likes to trace with both hands mirroring the movements of one with the other across the identical ink.


She starts with the antenna to the right tracing the outing ending with the left antenna before running her fingers along the details of the middle. She too caught up with her tracing she doesn’t notice him setting down the book after dog earring the page, keeping his hands at his sides, it’s not hard just letting her do her thing biting at his plush bottom lip watching her touch him like he was some kinda work of art. She traced a finger down dragging it in a lazy circle around his belly bottom before weaving it through the course hairs crowing his boxers. His breathing has picked up a bit, something about the moment making his head swirl and blood begin to relocate.


She doesn’t know what she’s doing to him, starting at the rightmost part of the tattoo and tracing to the left, she feels it then as she shifts to have better access to the other branch, his growing cock, it’s been getting heavy and full with her touching, his lip is abused as he bites it to hold back the sounds. At the first feel she looks up at him shyly, “What’re yeh doin’ hmm?”


She looks back to where her finger is just starting the final tattoo, “I’m just touching you" she responds as her finger begins to move again. He doesn’t respond right away, letting her almost finish,


“Feels good”

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It’s like losing a family member. In a sense, you get over it and life moves on, but in a sense you never get over it because you’re always aware that something is missing. And we were together as a band longer and closer than probably any of our marriages. I’ll obviously miss Freddie till the day I die, as a friend, as a colleague and someone to creatively bounce off. He was, I believe, truly extraordinary.
—  Brian May, about the loss of Freddie Mercury, 2017
★*゚‘゚・The Sixth Sense (1999)

❝I’ve never told you…  but you sound a little like Dr. Seuss when you’re drunk.❞
❝Do you know how important this is? This is big time.❞
❝Do I really sound like Dr. Seuss?❞
❝Don’t do the quiet thing. You know I hate it.❞
❝This is an important night for us. Finally someone is recognizing the sacrifices you made.❞
❝There wasn’t supposed to be any crying at this celebration. Just a lot of drinking and sex.❞
❝_______, don’t move.  Don’t say a word.❞
❝You don’t know so many things.❞
❝Are you drunk?❞
❝Did you get him drunk?❞
❝Do you know why you’re scared when you’re alone?❞
❝What do you want?  I don’t understand what you want.❞
❝…I’m still afraid.❞
❝Some people call me a freak.❞
❝It’s okay, ________.  Don’t be frightened.❞
❝What was that you were saying before with your soldiers?❞
❝…De profundis clamo ad te domine. It’s called Latin.  It’s a language.❞
❝What were they hiding from?❞
❝Nothing bad can happen in a church, right?❞
❝I got an award once.  From the Mayor.❞
❝I’m going to see you again, right? ❞
❝Next time I won’t be scared of you.❞
❝Your Cocoa Puffs are getting soggy.❞
❝I wasn’t thinking anything bad about you, got it?❞
❝You know, you can tell me things if you need to.❞
❝It’s a mind-reading game…  Did I mention I could read minds?❞
❝Just after your mom and dad were divorced, your mom went to a doctor like me and it didn’t help her. And so you think I’m not going to help you.❞
❝You have a secret.  But you don’t want to tell me.❞
❝You don’t have to tell me your secret if you don’t want to.❞
❝I draw people with smiles, dogs running, and rainbows. They don’t have meetings about rainbows.❞
❝I was thinking…  you’re nice. But you can’t help me.❞
❝But I’m getting a second chance here.  I can’t let it slip away.❞
❝ It’s sad they died, isn’t it?❞
❝Don’t look at me. I don’t like people looking at me like that.❞
❝Listen to me.  You are not a freak. Don’t you believe anybody that tells you that.  It’s bullshit and you don’t have to grow up believing that.❞
❝You ask a lot of questions about my dad today.  How come?❞
❝I don’t want to be scared anymore.❞
❝They used to hang people here.❞
❝You shouldn’t laugh at people.  It makes them feel bad.❞
❝I don’t want to talk about anything.❞
❝I didn’t know you were funny.❞
❝I wish I could be like my momma though.  She always knew what was wrong.  Knew just what to say.❞
❝Your father ever tell you bedtime stories?❞
❝Tell me a story about why you’re sad.❞
❝I don’t know how the story ends. I hope it’s a happy ending.❞
❝I want to tell you my secret now.❞
❝…..I see people. I see dead people….some of them scare me.❞
❝They can’t see each other.  Some of them don’t know they’re dead.❞
❝I see ghosts. They tell me stories…  Things that happened to them…  Things that happened to people they know.❞
❝Will you stay here till I fall asleep?❞
❝You can’t hurt me anymore!❞
❝Sometimes you feel it inside. Like you’re falling down real fast, but you’re really just standing still.❞
❝When they get mad it gets cold.❞
❝Sometimes people think they lose things and they didn’t really lose them.  It just gets moved.❞
❝If you’re not very mad…  Can I sleep in your room tonight?❞
❝What do you want more than anything?❞
❝I haven’t given my family enough attention.  Bad things happen when you do that.  Do you understand?❞
❝…don’t fail me.❞
❝Don’t give up.  You’re the only one who can help me.  I know it.❞
❝It means I wasn’t what everyone thought I was… (beat) I was a fake.❞
❝How can you help me if you don’t believe me?❞
❝Some magic’s real.❞
❝Something happened, didn’t it?❞
❝We’re not gonna start crying again, are we?❞
❝These people…  People that died and are still hanging around. Maybe they weren’t ready to go. Maybe they wake up that morning thinking they have a thousand things to do and a thousand days left to do them in…  And then all of a sudden, it’s all taken away.  No one asked them.  It’s just gone…❞
❝Do you know what ‘Yo no quiero morir’ is? It’s Spanish.  It means…  'I don’t want to die.'❞
❝Not all ghosts are scary, are they?❞
❝What if they don’t want help?  What if they’re just angry and they want to hurt somebody?❞
❝Is someone hurting you?…  I’ll beat their asses.❞
❝Where will you go, where no one has died?❞
❝I’m not going to see you anymore, am I?❞
❝…Maybe we can pretend we’re going to see each other tomorrow? Just for pretend.❞
❝You see ghosts, _______?❞
❝You think I’m a freak❞
❝She said, you came to her where they buried her.  Asked her a question…  She said the answer is “Everyday."❞
❝What did I do?  What’s made you so sad?❞
❝Why did you leave me?❞
❝You were never second…  Ever.❞
❝…I think I’ve had too much to drink.❞


Bad Ideas | Yuta

Genre: bartender!au | comedy

Main star: Yuta / Reader

Word count: 2 760

Warnings: Language

“Bad ideas make the best memories.” The bartender in front of you shrugged while he filled your glass with another shot of saqué.  You were drinking that specific type of alcohol because he suggested and, well, why not? The week has been bad enough and you just needed to forget it as a whole. Also, the guy serving you was pretty much handsome and his face made you ignore the fact that you ex-boyfriend was in the same club as you.

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The Sick Obsession.

Originally posted by prisbatty

Warning(s):Non Consensual, Unknown Sexual Acts to Sleeping Person, Cunnilingus, Grinding, Obsessive Behavior, and Stalker!Ivar.

Requested: Nope, but for the Heathen Friday Promp Game.

Note:Again sorry this just got posted this, I just finished it. (5:46am). I hope you guys enjoy. Show some love on my Ao3!

Tagging: @captainpoopweinersoldier @whenimaunicorn @ivarsvalkyrie @ivartheboneme @hello-helianthus @underthenorthstar @vitalanidragonbane @nekodalolita @neverlands-little-lost-girl

Ivar has an obsession, he knows this but can not bring himself to stop. Nor does he want to stop his obsession or his activities. These activities and neurosis behavior started when you showed up. You had arrived with your brother, who had gotten a visit from King Harald to join them for the battle that is brewing. Of course Harald had also asked you to come, knowing you are just as tough as your brother. Ivar sees you as a woman unlike any other, it caused him to grow this attraction towards you. The more he saw you train and help them get ready for what is to come, the small attraction grew into a massive obsession. He can not let anyone know about what he has done, the things he has done were enough to make his father roll in his grave. Yet Ivar knows he can not stop or else he will go mad, he is sure of this.

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CORRUPTED 

GROUP: bts

SERIES: bangtan smut series 

MEMBER: jin 

WORD COUNT: 2.4k


What happens when Jin your best friend has been a virgin all these years, it would be tragic if someone just- corrupted him.


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Texting || Youngbin

Group: Sf9
Member: Youngbin
Genre: smut, Bj , some intense grinding, kissing, daddy kink, he’s daddy af, dom,This post contains so crappy smut

Word Count: 1.4K

Request:Can I request a Youngbin smut scenario with grinding he’s so hot I dieeeee

Summary: Sending Youngbin dirty pictures is always so rewarding :)

A/n: I’m literally sinning rn omg someone help me!! I was going to delete this because I was like this doesn’t fit Youngbin but oh yes it does. my little bean is a man I have to accept that. So I hoped you like this I think this is shit so sorry if it is :/. I felt like Youngbin can be a daddy for a fic you know. Also lots of cussing. I’m working on my smut skills so please bare with me.-Admin Tae

Originally posted by yngbin

Biting your lip you posed for the camera clad in a lacy lingerie set with a lusty gaze to match. Grinning you snapped a few pictures your fingers clicking on your boyfriend icon and letting only him see you like this.

You licked your lips typing in a playful message “Do I look good Daddy?” You smiled as you typed it out. Throwing your head back in just imagining Youngbin reaction.

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Characters who wet when sick

-character has a fever dream and is so caught out by it that they wet the bed

-character has a sneezing/couging fit and it causes them to lose control of their bladder

-character is too achy and feverish to move and they wait slightly too long and lose control

- character is vomiting and they lose it in the process and dont even realise till their stomach is empty

just… characters who wet when sick

feel free to add more!

(if you use any of these in art/writing pls send me it! i’d love to see! im weak for illness wetting)

The Bitter End

Characters: Dean X Reader, Sam

Summary: You’re a civilian that got tangled up in a case with Sam and Dean.  Then you got tangled up with Dean.  What happens after it all goes south?

Word Count:  1210

Warnings: Angst

A/N:  This is the epilogue to my first ever fic The One with the Cop.  You don’t have to have read it to get what’s happening in this, though you might like it.  This is for the @pinknerdpanda and @hannahindie HanPan Punk’s Not Dead Challenge.  My prompt was lyrics from the song, “Sophomore Slump or Comeback of the Year” by Fall Out Boy, they will be bolded in the fic.

Thank you to my amazing MastaBeta @wheresthekillswitch!  I’ve said it before, but I’m so very, very thankful for you!  Love you squish!

We’re traveled like gypsies

Only with worse luck and far less gold

 

Dean’s POV

“Dean, do you think it’s smart to involve Y/N?” Sam asks, as we sit in the Impala watching the warehouse.  “I mean I get it, I like her too, but she’s a civilian, she could get hurt.”

I’m getting pretty tired of his lecturing, “Don’t you think I know that Sam?  But there’s something about her… I don’t want to lie.”

“That’s the rule, Dean.  We lie; we don’t tell people what we do.”

I roll my eyes and catch movement in the warehouse.  “Sam, someone’s moving around in there.  Let’s go.”

We climb out of the car and run up to the side of the building.  I peek in the window but I can’t see shit.

“Remember, Poughkeepsie,” I say.

“I know, Dean.”  And it’s Sam who rolls his eyes this time.

We slip through a side door of the warehouse to search for the shifter-witch.

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goodqueenalys  asked:

First line: “Don’t you dare ever do that to me again!” for Jon/Sansa pretty please :)

Of course ;))) 


“Don’t you ever do that to me again!” 

Jon grabbed hold of her fists to still her erratic movements. She struggled against his grips, determined to pound on his chest, but the fight was beginning to leave her. After several long seconds, Sansa collapsed into him, face buried into the fur lining of his cloak. He held her gently.

“I am here now, Sansa,” he whispered. “I’m right here.” 

Winter’s return had left the grounds in thick white powder. Beautiful yet unimaginably dangerous, taking more lives than Jon wanted to think upon. It was his duty now to keep the North safe, but the strain wore on him. He was being pulled in every which direction – the Dragon Queen in the South, the White Walkers beyond the Wall, and here in the North. 

But it was this woman in his arms – body shaking from the cold or her emotions he did not know – that kept him grounded in the coming storm. 

“You were away for so many moons,” she murmured. “I didn’t hear from you. I was worried that the Dragon Queen had –” Her sentence was cut short, as she pulled back to fix him with a steely glare. “We can’t trust her, Jon.” 

His hands moved up her back till he could cradle her face, soothing the worry as best as he could. “I know,” Jon assured her. “But we need this alliance. The White Walkers are coming and we do not have the numbers to fight them.” 

Sansa huffed, curling mist drifting away from her wind-bitten lips. “That maybe so, but I don’t like you going to see her.” Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, as she considered her next words. “When I heard of the incident on the road, I didn’t know if you were alive or dead. I can’t lose you too.” 

“You won’t,” Jon said firmly; but they both knew it was naive to promise that when war was imminent. “I’ll always come home to you.”

“You can’t promise that,” she said, fisting her hands around the tunic underneath his cloak. The feel of her so close to his bare skin made his heart beat faster than it should – than was appropriate. He must not think that way. Not about Sansa. She’d been through so much already. 

“I’ll do whatever it takes,” he amended, watching her carefully. “If I have breath in my lungs, Sansa, I’ll find my way back.” 

Sansa looked back up at those words and smiled faintly. “You, Jon Snow, are making bold claims.”

“I was brought back from the dead for a reason,” he said, smiling back. “I didn’t know why for awhile. But then you showed up at the Wall and it all suddenly made sense again.” His thumb brushed against her cheek. “My purpose is to you. To Winterfell. To our home.” 

In a distant part of his mind, Jon was aware the courtyard was now empty. It had been filled only moments earlier when he and his men had arrived back from Dragonstone, but now, only Jon and Sansa were left to brave the cold. He had never been more relieved for the privacy, as she leaned forward to press a lingering kiss to the edge of his lips.

“Come. Let’s go inside.” 

Tyler Seguin #1.2

Anonymous said: Part 2 of the Tyler imagine, maybe Tyler is the one who gets jealous ? 😊

A/N: so this got like just a little steamy, but yeah whatevs haha hope you liked it :) also this did skip a few on the queue simply because i got inspiration to write something tyler related 

Word Count: 1,135

Originally posted by flyersphiladelphia

“Yeah, no, it’s just that Nicole said she was going to be back Friday to me,” you said into the phone that you held up to your ear. Licking off your spoon of yogurt, you looked out the window and at your backyard that was recently cleaned up by your gardeners. 

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Fic Type: Eric Coulter x Reader, fluff (but, like, angry fluff)

Summary: Reader is a Dauntless blade master and teaches Kali knife fighting. Eric (as per frickin usual) think’s he’s hot shit and likes to irritate the reader. The reader just wants him to leave her alone. A little not-so-friendly competition ensues.

Warnings: Blood, strong language

Author’s Note: This was requested by @readsalot73. After watching numerous videos on Kali knife fighting, I feel (not at all) prepared to undergo writing this fic. I apologize for the length of time which it took for me to write this. Hope you enjoy, sweetie!

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Sunday Morning

Hi you all! Here I bring you my newest oneshot. I’ve had this idea in my head for a while and finally I wrote it this week. Hope you like it and as always, any feedback is welcome :D

summary: it’s a rainy sunday morning when Dan wakes up alone on their bed. Where is Phil? Is he stealing his cereal again?
Or the fic where Dan is ready to catch Phil stealing his cereal one more time but a nicer surprise awaits for him.

words: 1.1k

no trigger warnings

Dan woke up frowning at the morning light that streamed from the white coloured curtains of the bedroom, the sound of the rain falling against the window annoying him a bit. He was lying on his stomach, the duvet covering his naked legs and back, not letting the cold reach his skin. He groaned a bit before opening his eyes, squinting at the light but easily adjusting to it.

The brown eyed lifted his body a bit by pushing his hands against the matress and was about to voice a sweet ‘good morning’ to his bed partner when he noticed the empty spot to his left, another frown appearing on his face.

Phil usually woke him up before leaving their bed, and he was sure he would have noticed the usual cheek kisses his boyfriend often woke him up with. That’s when he heard some sounds coming from the kitchen, instantly smiling at the fact that Phil was probably stealing his cereal once again. He might go and catch him right in the act as he had done that one time.

He picked up his phone from the bedside table and checked the time; 'It’s not that late’ was what Dan thought before fully standing up from his bed and snatching a pair of black sweatpants that were on the bedroom floor and putting them on.

He grabbed his phone and checked the few notifications that had popped up on his phone during the night while slowly making his way out of the bedroom, trying not stumble onto the walls of the hallway.

Once Dan reached the kitchen he stopped in the doorway ready to snap a photo of his boyfriend stealing his cereal when he surprisedly spotted Phil, only wearing a pair of grey sweatpants (who made his butt look great if you asked Dan) and coloured mismatched socks, while humming some nameless tune at the same time he carefully flipped a pancake into the pan.

The brown haired just bit his lower lip at the sight. Phil just looked so damn attractive like that, it wasn’t fair. Dan realized he needed to keep this sight in his mind forever so he might better get a picture before it fades away.

Trying to be as fast as possible, Dan opened up the camera on his phone and lifted it, getting the image to focus before he snapped around 12 pictures of Phil flipping a few more pancakes, who was still unaware of what was happening behind him.  

After checking out that the pictures were fine and taking one last glance at Phil, Dan quietly made his way to him, sneaking up behind him and putting a hand on Phil’s right butt cheek, squeezing it cheekily, which made the blue eyed let out a tiny scream, “Dan! Don’t scare me like that ever again!”

Dan laughed loudly before embracing Phil by the waist, leaning in to pose a lingering kiss on Phil’s left shoulder, “Good morning.”

“Good morning.” Phil replied, a soft smile appearing on his face. He instantly melted into Dan’s arms, his back touching the other man’s chest, skin-to-skin, putting his hands over Dan’s; but before he got carried away by his boyfriend’s sweet touch, he turned off the stove so he would burn the whole house down.

“I wanted to bring you breakfast to bed, but you woke up earlier than expected…” Phil said, a hint of sadness on his voice now that he couldn’t do what he had intended to.

Dan noticed the tone and squeezed his arms more around Phil, bringing him even closer. “We can still have breakfast in bed if you want; I mean, we might get syrup all over the sheets but I don’t care.”

That made both of them laugh. Knowing their luck and their clumsiness, that would end up happening for sure.

Phil turned around to look at Dan, who was smirking at him, and put his arms over Dan’s shoulders, lacing them behind his neck. “I like that idea…” the blue eyed said while he bit his lower lip.

“Well then…” Dan started saying, bringing his hands to touch Phil’s butt as he leaned as close as he could till their foreheads touched, their breaths intertwining; “what are we waiting for?”, he finally whispered before leaning in and trapping Phil’s lower lip between his teeth, making both open their mouths in a slow morning kiss.

Once they parted for air they both smiled, a comfortable silence between them before Phil spoke “You take the syrup and forks and I bring the pancakes and plates, uh?”

Dan just nodded and let Phil detach himself from him, the two of them quickly moving around the kitchen to get what they needed and headed towards the bedroom together, not losing any minute.

They chatted of everything and nothing while they ate the delicious pancakes for breakfast, sitting comfortably next to each other in the popped up pillows, sometimes feeding each other and managing to get a bit of the golden liquid in the sheets as Dan had said before.

Dan disscarded the plates that had been on their laps so he could scoot closer to his boyfriend so he could feed him the last bite of pancake that was left but somehow the syrup dripped all over Phil’s naked chest and stomach, “Oh no.” the blue eyed whispered, biting the pancake but looking down at the mess, “I’m going to be all sticky now…”

Phil was looking for a napkin or even a tissue to clean all the mess when he felt Dan’s tongue on his stomach, slowly tracing the track that the syrup had left. “Dan…” Phil could only say, closing his eyes at the feeling of the brown eyed leaving some kisses against his skin, trailing upwards to Phil’s neck, where he left a hickey.

“Just, let me…” Dan whispered in his ear, making Phil’s body shake at the feeling of being so close, making his body melt against the pillows.

The brown eyed continued kissing the pale neck of his boyfriend for a few more minutes before trailing back down with more kisses, licking all the syrup that he hadn’t spotted on his first go.

Once he reached the waistband of Phil’s sweatpants he looked up at Phil, who was already staring at him with flushed skin and a face full of bliss. The blue eyed just nodded, giving Dan all the permission he needed before he did what he intended to do.

They both hopped into the shower afterwards, but not before Dan had instagramed one of the many pictures he had taken of Phil flipping the pancakes.

“@danisnotonfire what a delicious breakfast i had this morning. oh, and the pancakes were good too.”

He hoped it was a nice surprise for all of their followers that were bored on this rainy Sunday morning.

Chris Evans Imagine

Originally posted by chrisxchrisxchris

I loved being with friends even if they were actually Chriss friends but non the less I was happy because I had him by my side. Since I didn’t live in America, so me coming to visit him didn’t happen a lot. Looking around and acting a memory picture of the moment I noticed Chris was acting weird. Usually he would be making jokes, laughing. But not now he was closed in and looking into the distance.

After we got to his place I tried talking to him but all I got were some sounds. Not wanting to ruin the mood I was in, tried my best not to talk about his attitude but then I had enough. When I tried to sit next to him he got up and walked away.

“Is there a problem?” I asked trying to sound calm not to make him mad. Since I didn’t know what was going on I didn’t know how to really act or speak.

“I’m fine” simple and without emotions. Since I’ve used those words so many times in my life I knew he was lying,

“Doesn’t sound like it” i said but right then regretted it. Hearing something hitting the ground, jumped up and saw everything that was on the kitchen table were not on the ground. Chris looked at me in anger, i had never seen him like that.

“I do have a problem. I have a problem with you and Sebastian.” his words shocked me. But before i could say anything he kept talking “Since you two are so close and have so much fun together why don’t you go to him and ask how he is” everything he was saying made no sense to you.

“I don’t understand” i said trying not make him mad,

“I saw it (Y/N), the way you two talked and laughed, the way he looked at you” he turned the other way.

“You think there is something between me and Sebastian? You don’t trust me” he turned around so fast that it made you jump.

“Yes” a short answer that left along pain in your heart. His words hurt you like hell. Holding in the tears that were forming in your eyes you spoke

“I’m not going to yell or throw things. But I need you to tell me what you need me to do so you would understand that I love you. And that you are the only person I want to be with. Tell me.” He looked at me and in a blink of an eye he said

“Move in with me.” We just looked at each other “move to America and live with me.” at first i thought he was just saying things to end the argument but he wasn’t. 

“You want me to move across the world because you don’t trust me? You want me to leave everyone I know and love because you can’t understand my love for you? If that’s the only reason you want me to move here…I can’t do that.” I didn’t yell. I just couldn’t. “I can’t make such a life changing move because of your lack of trust” But I did walked away. Went to the bedroom and stood by the window with a phone in my hands. Trying to figure out if this was it and I had find some place to stay. I didn’t want it to end like this but trust is important in a relationships, especially in one that is long distance. 

I wasn’t standing by the window a long time when his foot steps were heard coming my way. Felt him come and heard him call my name. I took a calming breath
“I trust you, Chris. I have always trusted you. You are the one who is meeting all these beautiful women, I should be the one having trust issues but I don’t. I trust you. I know you wouldn’t cheat on me” Tears formed in my eyes as I turned to look at him. “So why can’t you trust me?” Looking at the man I loved so deeply. Loved so hard like I never have. He showed me what real love felt and looked like. So will he be the one to take it all away?
His eyes said sadness. But his lips said nothing. 

“Please answer me, Chris. This is real right now. This is the moment that mike make or break our relationship. So for god sake speak” i might have loved this man but I couldn’t just jump and move. I want to but not with this reason. 

“I’m scared” Chris finally spoke and moved closer at the same time. 

“What are you scared of?” his answer did confuse me. 

“I’m scared of losing you. Of not being enough or not being there when you need me to be. Seeing you with Sebastian just scared me. The thought of some other guy making you laugh killed me. This thought of you meeting some other guy came to my mind. I don’t want that to happen, I love you too much” Chris now was right in front of me, I was looking up at him and his tear filled eyes. 

“The only way you could lose me is if you don’t tell me truth about what you feel. You have to tell me these things and not when we are fighting.” I gently touched his cheek. I

“I want you to move here with me but not because of what I said. I want to be with you till the end of our lives. I want to be with you till we turn gray and have kids with you. And I know I’m busy a lot of times but I’ll try harder to be here more. I’ll take some time off. But please don’t leave me.” He pulled me closer to him, making me feel the fear he was talking about.

“I love you Chris. But this wont happen so fast. I have things to woke out back home. “ he smiled at me, realizing what I was talking about.

“So you mean?” he said smiling even bigger.

“Yes. I will move here. I see future with you but now I finally know you see it with me too. I love you” Chris kissed me sweetly

“I love you too” our future we both wanted so much was now a step closer.

Favourite Big Brother! (Sherlock X Baby Brother!Reader)

Characters: Sherlock X Baby Brother! Reader

Universe: Sherlock

Warnings: Bit of blood, upset toddles

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Request: Do you mind if I Request a SherlockxBabyBrotherMaleReader? The MR is 2-3 years old, really shy, almost deaf (he needs hearing-aids) and he cant walk properly on his own (like he have to be carried). Mycroft left the MR is Sherlocks care for the weekend (John helps him too) but Sherlock kind of upsets him and he cries non-stop and nothing works at some point he injured himself and then fluff! If not possible please tell! Im sorry for bothering you with it! Wish you nice weekend!


Originally posted by the-cutest-shoes

Mycroft and Sherlock had a little brother. A VERY little brother, called Y/N. You were a surprise on the Holmes family, but loved all the same. You were 2 and still mastering walking, but you didn’t mind being carried. Also you’re two older brothers were very protective of you since you were so little and you also had trouble hearing. You got checked up at the hospital and they found out you had lost most of your hearing, but since you were so young, you needed special made hearing aids, and since yours were broken you were waiting for your new ones to arrive.

Your parents had left you in the care of your eldest brother Mycroft for a few weeks while they went on a cruise. Unfortunately he had to leave the country for the weekend, so he had no choice but to leave you with Sherlock.

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Unstable Connection

Jungkook
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 870-ish
Skype sex drabble

A/N: I have actually only used Skype once and I’m fairly certain it doesn’t actually say “unstable internet connection” but eh. I had this little conversation in my head while writing this, between myself and some random BTS boy who likes to check up on the fandom every once in a while (probably Hoseok because he’s always the one I talk to in my head wat):
Member: So what’s big with ARMYs today?
Me: You reALLY don’t wanna know.

Answer: THiS viDeO of SiN
Also I am sorry this isnt a Sugar Daddy fic. They’re coming. I promise.

Originally posted by jinkooks

Jungkook’s whines where bouncing around your bedroom, along with the utterly sinful squelch of pleasure – his hand stroking his cock so quickly it was a blur on your computer screen, and your fingers digging deeply into your soaked heat and sending jolts through your body with each press against your spot.

“F-fuck –“ Jungkook stuttered, head dropping back to show off that beautiful, mouth-watering neck of his. God, what you wouldn’t give to nip at his skin, leave dark marks along the column of his throat, down to his collarbones. And you told him that, voice dropping into a sigh at the answering roll of heat from your core.

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Prompt: “I no longer want to hide us.” & “I just wanna be yours.” & “Are you mine?”

Author: Aya-Fay

Fandom: Gotham

Pairing: Victor Zsasz x reader

By Anonymous & @socktrollqueen

PS: That’s the third part of my drabble set called “Glowing”. The first part could be found HERE, the second - HERE.


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Originally posted by killerbarbara

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