my heart is swelling because perfect

The unfathomable meeting of us still shakes me. How unlikely it was. How exactly perfect in position the universe must have been. How sweet she was when she cradled us both in her palms and said “yes, them.” Because we were 100’s of miles away from each other and years apart. Because you were grown and responsible. Because you’d already found love and lost love and seen the ugliness of that. And I was just starting with it. I’d somehow thought that my heart had been broken already but it was swelling, making room for you and them and all the light you’ve brought into me. So even now, gentle as the night is, while I lie against your side, you softly breathing with sleep, I am astonished and awed at the unlikeliness of it. Of you and me, forever away, in this room now, together.

anonymous asked:

Hey friends so like how's your cat and Taylor swifts cat related

So basically i’ve wanted to adopt a kitten and raise him from a baby for ages, because all the cats I’ve gotten have been around 4months-1 year when I’ve adopted them, and I’ve always wanted to get a tiny kitten and raise him! So I think scottish folds are the cutest cats, and after doing some research their personalities made me melt and i realized that they were the perfect type of cat for me. on a whim i started researching breeders in NYC. i came across a listing of this little 7 week old nugget who immediately made my heart swell, and i knew i had to have him. the listing also said that this cat was related to Olivia Benson, and I was like “yeah sure whatever probably a marketing ploy”, and didn’t think much of it. So I started emailing the breeder and she sent me more photos of him, and I fell head over heels. I picked him up a week later, and it was love at first cuddle. I decided to ask if he was actually related to Taylor’s cat, and she said “yes, she came and picked her up with Karlie and a security guard” and showed me a photo of Taylor in her backyard that she had instagrammed, so sure enough…

Ziggy is half siblings with Olivia, and they share the same mom :) crazy coincidence but I couldn’t be more pleased!

Party of the Century/ Archie Andrews

Hi! I loved your last Archie imagine so I wanted to request one 😂 I was wondering if you could write an ArchiexReader one where the reader and Archie are kinda a thing, they spend a lot of time together, hold hands, kiss, etc (even at school) but aren’t official yet, and when the reader arrives at Jug’s bday party all happy and ready to party, she sees Arch kissing Veronica? And it’s all sad and angsty and I’ll let you end it like you want to 😂💕


So here’s another imagine! Thank you to @sweetvengeancee for the first request! Hopefully I’ve delivered well!

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To say the least, if someone asked me this time last year that I would’ve ended up with someone who reciprocated feelings for me, I would laughed in their face. But, things have changed, I’ve changed.

Meeting Archie has changed me for the better. He’s brought out the best version of me that I could ask for and I couldn’t thank him enough.

When we first started dating I was worried. Due to his history with Ms. Grundy, I wasn’t exactly trusting of him. Thankfully, he respected that choice and waited patiently for me to trust him and I’m glad that I did.

We’d spent every moment together, playing guitar, writing songs, going to Pop’s, it was honestly blissful. He was never shy about his feelings towards me. He’d kiss me in front of the gang, causing Veronica and Betty to gush over his cuteness towards me, he’d hug me from behind at my locker, holding me closing to him and giving me cheeky neck kisses, causing me to blush madly. To me, even with his imperfections, he was perfect to me.

The only thing was, because after my experiences with males in the past and getting hurt continuously, I didn’t want to make anything official just yet. Archie respected it and said that he would wait, which caused my heart to swell.

But when I found out that we were throwing a small gathering for Jughead for his birthday, I was pleasantly surprised that we were going through with it, since Jughead sinned his birthday.


I was setting up the food, placing everything on Archie’s dinning table. Betty went above and beyond, as per usual, having party hats and even made him a burger cake. I chuckled at her set up, seeing Ronnie walking into the kitchen.

She looked miserable, probably due to everything happening with her father. It crushed me to see her the way that she was, shattered. I gave her a smile, walking over to her and grabbing both of her hands. ‘You okay there, Ronnie?’

She gave me a half hearted smile, giving me an unconvincing nod. 'Yeah, just…its hard, Y/N.’ I nodded, agreeing with her.

'I get it. I don’t understand personally, but I get it. I’m here always for you Ronnie, don’t forget it.’ I pulled her in for a hug, seeing Archie enter the kitchen.

Ronnie pulled away and turned her head back, finding Archie. 'I’ll leave you two alone.’ She sighed, walking past Archie and out of the kitchen. Archie stumbled slightly over towards me, causing me to frown.

'Archie, are you - have you been drinking?’ I asked, my eyes widening and crossing my arms over my chest. Archie chuckled, wrapping his arms around my waist. I frowned at him, making him sigh dramatically.

'I have, but, I’m not drunk. I’m just tipsy, I promise.’ I rolled my eyes, moving out of his gasp. He knew my feelings towards drinking yourself blind and I hoped he didn’t attempt anything stupid. 'Don’t get mad, I promise I’ll be on my best behaviour.’

'You better keep that promise.’ My phone vibrated, Betty texting me telling me they’d arrived at Archie’s house. 'Guys! Hit the lights - he’s coming!’

Kevin turned off the lights quickly, the rest of us scattering around and hiding. I ducked behind the wall next to Archie, hearing Jughead enter the room with Betty.

'Surprise!’ We cheered, Jughead’s face reading anything but happiness. Archie stumbled over to his best friend, hugging him. Jughead seemed confused, probably because he said he didn’t want anything special.

After we sung happy birthday, the door bell rang, causing all of us to freeze in our place. I frowned in confusion, walking to the door and opening it to reveal Cheryl and Chuck, along with the rest of the school waiting to enter Archie’s house.

'You didn’t think you could throw a party without having me?’ Cheryl smirked, a hand on her hip.

'Or me?’ Chuck smirked, making me raise my eyebrow, my facial expression evident with annoyance.

'Where do we put the keg?’

'Put it out the back, let’s get the party going!’ Archie cheered, making me turn my head to him, not believing what I was hearing.

It was a few hours in and everyone was drunk, making out, or making a mess everywhere. I sat on the kitchen isle, my elbow resting on the bench and my chin resting in my hand, watching my peers making fools of themselves.

I hadn’t seen Archie in over an hour, making me frustrated because I wanted to finally admit to him that I was ready for our relationship to turn to us being boyfriend and girlfriend. This party has managed to put a spanner in the works, and in my mood.

'Y/N, have you seen Ronnie?’ I turn my head to find Kevin. 'I haven’t seen her for a while and I’m getting worried.’

'C'mon, I’ll help you find her. I’m tired of waiting for Archie.’ I sighed, moving from my seat and following him back into the crowded living room.

'You still going to tell him?’ Kevin asked. Kevin was the only one that knew I wanted to have Archie as my boyfriend and that I was going to do it tonight. But, now I wasn’t sure.


'I don’t know, Hun. He seemed drunk before the party even started.’ Kevin grabbed my hand, taking me upstairs to look there.

'Where the hell is she?’ I muttered, checking the bathroom and the other spare room, finding nothing.

'Wait - Y/N, I hear shuffling in here,’ Kevin pointed to Archie’s bedroom door, which was closed. I didn’t know if I was ready to see what was behind it.

'Kevin, maybe we shouldn’t-’ it was too late before I saw Veronica and Archie both locking lips with each other, 'open the door.’

My heart broke into two. I felt my eyes instantly becoming glossy. Their eyes found Kevin and my shocked expressions, causing Archie’s face to drop when he caught my gaze.

'Y/N-’ Archie started but I didn’t let him finish before I moved away from Kevin and sprinted down the stairs, pushing past everyone to make it to the front door.

'Y/N, what’s wrong?’ I looked up to see Cheryl, a smirk planted on her face. 'Archie finally realised that he could get better then you, even if it is with Veronica Lodge. Guess the pauper doesn’t get the happy ending after all.’

I pushed past her and out the front door. I looked at some students who were standing on the lawn, drunk and stupid. Now I knew why I hated parties. I jogged down the stairs, stopping at the bottom.

I started sobbing right there on the spot, my hands gripping my sweater as I bend over, feeling like I was going to vomit. I lifted myself up, running my fingers through my hair and looking left and right, trying to figure out my best escape route away from here.

'Y/N, please, stop!’ I turned my head, seeing Archie, now clothed, running down the stairs. I sprinted left, running down the footpath, away from him. 'Y/N!’

I knew it was a matter of time before he would catch up to me, but I never stopped running. I could no longer hear the thumping music, but the sound of my breath, and my heart thumping. He broke me in more ways then one and so did Veronica.

I felt Archie grab hold of my hand, pulling me back towards him. I ripped away from his grip, shoving him at his chest away from me. 'Is this some type of game, Archie?! Do you want to hurt me so badly that I’d get jealous or something?! You’re a real prick!’

'Y/N, let me explain-’

'Explain what?’ I screamed at him, cutting him off, 'Explain how your tongue was down Veronica’s throat? She did it to Betty and now me, see a pattern?’ I went to walk away from him, but he stopped me.


'Y/N, I swear on my life and everything that I am that Veronica kissed me. She was lonely and dealing with everything with her father she’s lost her way. She feels horrible for what she did and I know it’s no excuse-’

'You god damn right it’s no excuse! Can’t you see it? I don’t belong here, Archie. I’m weird and not like everyone else here. I’m better off going back to who I was.’ I wiped my eyes of my tears that continued to fall, seeing Archie’s lip tremble whilst looking at me. 'Cheryl’s right; I don’t belong with you.’

'No,’ he shook his head, standing closer to me. This time, I didn’t move away. 'No, you’re perfect. You’re too perfect for me, Y/N. I fucked up, not you. But please,’ he grabbed my face in his hands, keeping my eyes on him. 'Don’t leave me, I need you. I have no feelings for Ronnie. It’s only you. I wouldn’t have waited if I wasn’t serious. Because I’m seriously in love with you.’

My mouth fell open, hearing him speak the words out loud. I moved my hands up to hold Archie’s wrists. 'Archie…how can I trust you-’

'You can trust me. I only need one chance to prove to you this. Only one.’ Archie pleaded. I sighed, showing his face drop slightly. I watched him sigh and mutter 'screw it’ before kissing me with all the passion he had left.

I closed my eyes in bliss with his lips against mine. We’d never kissed like this before and I was glad to experience it. I was willing to give him one more chance and only one.

I pulled away wrapping my arms around his neck, whilst he wrapped his around my waist. 'I’m never letting you go, Y/N, and that’s a promise.’ Archie whispered into my ear, before kissing my forehead.

anyway Bellamy Blake has finally learned that it’s not him that’s incapable of being a perfect leader, it’s that there is no such thing as a perfect leader and he’s going to stop looking for Approval from all the Correct Authority Figures because that’s never worked out for anybody ever least of all himself and he mf called Kane out tHAT’S MY BOY YOU GO BELL 

You are my Stars

Alright, so this is my first Feysand headcanon. So… take it easy on me okay, I know it’s not perfect.

Word Count: 2,718

I don’t know where this came from quite frankly but I hope you guys enjoy it!

Feyre’s point of view with Feysand fluff (NSFW)

I would love your feedback, so don’t be shy!

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Bolting straight up in bed, the absence of warmth beside me pulled me from my dream. I looked over at the empty side of the bed. My fingers fumble for the sheet.

Cold –they were cold.

Rhysand must have been up for a while now. Nightmares had been plaguing him for longer than either of us would like to admit.

After my feet find the cool floor and I pad across it to where I had discarded Rhys’s shirt earlier in the evening, I throw it over my head. The soft cotton fell to just above my knee –it smelled like him too, like us. No matter how many times I lazily throw on his clothes, or how many nights I spend hours unable to sleep just breathing in the scent of him, I would never be able to get enough of it. It was intoxicating.

Our townhouse was dark, quiet. The others begrudgingly slept in the House of Winds, refusing to let us sleep there because we have a tendency to “keep other people besides ourselves up” as Cassian had put it.

I roll my eyes at the thought. My feet barley make any noise as I ascend the staircase to the rooftop garden.

And he was sitting there, back to me, wings spread, as he sat in a wrought iron chair. His dark hair was in a disheveled mess, highlighted with gold from the lights of Velaris; and his skin was glowing as he gazed out towards the sea, towards the stars that hung over it. His wings –his glorious wings were spread leisurely over the arms of the chair.

My beautiful High Lord. I wanted to paint him like that.

Of course he didn’t put his shirt on, not that I minded since I now wore it: but I don’t know how he did it. As I stepped out onto the stone, the chilled night air hit me like a brick wall and made me shiver. My body protested, demanding I head straight back inside and burrow myself under the blankets of our warm, cozy bed.

I walked over cautiously. It was a very rare occasion to catch him so lost in thought. He must have sensed me as I was right behind him because he was not surprised as I draped my arms over his broad shoulders.
My lips left a trail of kisses over his shoulder as he said. “Feyre, darling, you should be sleeping.”

“So should you,” I countered. I peered at him as I made to rest my chin on my arm.

A ragged sigh escaped my mate’s lips. “I needed air,” he said simply. I needed to see the stars to make sure they were still shining, he seemed to say.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask softly. A slight shake of his head.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” I rasp. I still want to go back to bed. We both knew that wasn’t happening until he came with me.

“Because you looked too peaceful for me to wake you. Plus, I just love seeing you in my clothes.” He made the attempt to lighten the mood but the humor failed to reach his eyes.

I sighed through my nose. I knew he wanted some time alone, to think. To make sure that everything was still fine.

We sit in silence for a while, I look at Rhys while he looks out over the city.

He finally turns to meet my eyes. The pain that lingered there, the worry, it was enough to cleave my heart in two.

“Will you come back to bed?” I ask softly.

He shook his head, “No, but will you come fly with me?”

Of course of course he wanted to go and fly. The sky was his sanctuary just as his arms were mine.  A smile breaks across my lips. “Only if you get me some pants. We wouldn’t want anyone seeing the little lacy things I bought only for you,” I say, hoping to get a smile from you.

It worked because it made him, take a generous look down my body as he stood, snapped his fingers and then had a pair of my leggings draped over his forearm.

He hands then to me with a mischievous smile.

I barley even had them on before he scooped me into his arms and took a running leap off the roof. His wings snapped open and propelled us out over the city.

I laugh at the sensation, the fear of him dropping me faded just as heights had. I kept my arms around his neck, my fingers buried in the back of his hair. Every so often, when I would find his eyes on me instead of the city lights below us, I would kiss him, and I swear his wings would flatter every time.

We stayed in the vicinity of Velaris, circling the city from both high and low. Banking and swerving with the wind.

“A thought for a thought?” I ask finally, breaking the comfortable silence between us.

His eyes flick to mine. “I’m thinking that I will never stop being thankful for you being my mate. Because you know when I need to talk and don’t push me when I’m dwelling on bad thoughts. And I’m thinking that you are the only person that can bring me back and make me happy. You are my starlight during the darkness nights.”

“Not your moon?”

“No, my stars. The stars are always shinning. But the moon, even the moon isn’t there for me sometimes,” he says. His eyes train on me and my heart swells with love for the male who now carries me.

My mate. My perfect beautiful mate.

“Your turn,” he says as he swoops high enough for us to see the glint of the crescent moon over the Sidra.

The clean mountain air fills my lungs. “I’m thinking that I love you. And I will pull you from the darkness whenever it tries take hold on you. And I’m also thinking that you should put a shirt on, even though I love to see you without one. And now that you bring it up I would gladly be your stars over your moon.” I say and grin. I lean over, my lips close enough to graze down the side of his throat.

The slight groan that comes from his is ripped away by the wind. And just like that I wanted him again. I wanted him, and I wanted to offer him a distraction so he wouldn’t reel back into himself.

“I’ll never wear a shirt again if it makes you happy. I like them better on you anyway.” I can feel his fingers tighten around my waist. Oh, I was going to tease the hell out of him while we were up here.
“Do you? I prefer to see them on the floor,” I murmur into his ear. My teeth nip at his earlobe.

“You really want me to drop you tonight, don’t you?” he asks, his eyes finally gleaming with amusement, with lust.

“I want you to do a lot of things actually, none of which involve clothes –all of which involve one of us sprawled across the bed, or the floor, or the wall.”

I allow myself to keep one hand braced around his shoulder while the other idly strokes the top of his wings.

“Oh I am going to have you moaning my name so loudly, all of Velaris will hear us,” he grits out, teeth clenched.

I run my fingertips down the silken membranes near where his wings meets his back and I feel his harden against my side. A smile breaks across my lips.

“Oh Rhysand, darling, I don’t believe you. And I don’t think Cassian would appreciate the noise anyway. You know how he is,” I challenge him.

“All the more reason to do it then.”

I look up at him through my lashes to see the strained, ravenous look in his eyes. It was etched all over his face. Like he was trying his best to reel himself in before we got home.

All it took was a kiss –all it took was my tongue brushing the seam of his lips and he winnowed back to our bedroom.

I jumped out of Rhys’s arms before he hand a chance to set me down and pin me to the sheets.

Rhys took a step towards me but I winnowed behind him. My hands skimming his wings had him stopped dead in his tracks.

“Feyre,” he barked my name my hands grazed the sensitive spot near the joints.

“Stop being such a sensitive Illyiran,” I coo against the skin of his back. It was easy to get a reaction from him as I leave a trail of kisses down his spine. One of my hands reaches around his waist and I palm him through his pants.

A hiss escapes him, the bulge twitching as I twist him and push him back onto the bed.

A wicked grin crosses his lips, the glorious muscles of his chest and abdomen laid out before me.

I crawl over him, a hand continuously stroking him through the thin cotton as I press a kiss to his jaw, to his throat, his collarbone. My teeth graze the skin of the muscle between his shoulder and neck and I bite down on it. The groan that comes from him has me smiling as I pull back kissing the same spot. A bruise already forming on his skin.
He thought I was torturing him. I know because his breath was ragged by the time I got down on my knees between his legs. I gaze up at him as I remove his pants and he springs free. His head was tilted back against the bed.

The moment my mouth touches him he is undone. His fingers tangling in my hair as I slide my tongue across the entirety of him. I try to fit all of him in my mouth but I can’t and take the rest of him with my hands. Up and down, up and down I move on him.

“Feyre, please,” he groans.

Rhysand has only every begged me a few times, enough for me to count on my fingers. I’m glad I can add another finger to that now.

I keep doing and going, twisting my lips over him, flicking my tongue over the head of him before he bolts up, picks me up by the waist and claim my lips, tasting himself on me.

His strong arms set me down with a gentleness that only he knows I appreciate. “Why you’re still fully clothed is beyond me,” he breathes.

Just like that my shirt is gone, and his hands are kneading my breasts between his fingers. He twists and tugs until my nipples are hard and peaked. A moan ripples through me as I shiver.

Rhys’s eyes bore into me like he’s waiting for me to ask him.

“Rhysand,” his name escapes me. The heat pooling in my core makes my whole body tremble.

“I’m sorry what was that?” he growls. His lips traveling like a wave of hot pleasure moving across my skin. He takes his time on my neck, leaving countless marks as retribution for the one I left on him.

And then he finds my breasts, and he sucks and nibbles on them in a way that has me moaning his name again.

He trails lower, his wings spreading as he kneels before me. Kneels on those tattoos that he knows I love.

I lift my head to look at him and he hooks his kisses me through the fabric of my leggings.

“Rhys,” I moan, wanting him so badly my legs started shaking.

The smile he gives me is a lust filled one that sets my instincts on edge. He hooks his fingers around the elastic at my waist and yanks it down and off in one swift motion.

The way he spreads my legs for him and the glint in his eyes makes it look like he’s about to feast on me…not that I minded. But my blood thrums through my veins and I can’t do anything but wait for him.

My head falls back onto the bed; I can still see him as he lifts his head and brings kisses the inside of my knee. Then lower, lower, lower. Just when I think he’s going to unleash himself upon me, soothe the ache I have in that bundle of nerves, he brings his lips to my other knee and goes painfully slow. Down and down and down.

When his tongue finally dips between my center and I moan so loudly that I bite down on my lower lip to halt it.

Rhys brings both of his hands up, his arms on either side of my hips as he massages my breasts again.

He works me thoroughly, so thoroughly that I go over the edge twice. Both times his name on my lips like a prayer to the Mother.

He rises and hovers over me on an elbow as he gazes down at me.
“Look at how you lovely glow,” he whispers, love lining his voice as he gravelly voice.

I smile at him, my fingers reaching up and cupping his cheek as I bring my lips to his.

“I love you Rhysand,” I murmur.
“I love you, Feyre” he whispers back.

And with that he nudged my legs apart and slide so far into me that I bite down on his shoulder to keep myself from being too loud. Rhys goes in deeper and deeper until he can’t anymore.

The growl he releases make my head roll back. His arms slide under me and pulls my body against his until we are flush together.

He pulls out and thrusts back in torturously slow. He was going to take it slow, and I was going to let him; that doesn’t mean I still didn’t squirm under him. My nails dig into his shoulders, adding to the mark I left on his throat.

When he looks down into my eyes I can’t see anything other than love. The violets of his eyes holding so much more than he had to say at the moment.

My hips meet his slow and tedious rhythm. At the last moment he bucks his hips up, thrusting into me with a force that made my lips open in a silent gasp.

Rhysand. Rhysand. Rhysand.

His name was lost on my lips.

Rhysand. This male above me. My mate. The love of my life.

I could see it then, the darkness that was curling around us, the control slipping from him as he pulled out and pushed himself back in. There were no stars in his darkness tonight. It almost broke my heart.

I loved him too much, he made me too happy to be dwelling I his own darkness. I wanted to make him happy. That’s all I ever wanted to do. I wanted to make him as happy as he made me.

When I open my eyes I see his smile. A glow –my glow –shines through his darkness.

“Feyre,” he groans.

I was so close, so close. And the sound of my name on his lips was my undoing.

“Rhysand,” I cry out. My whole body tensing as my climax rips through me.

A few more strokes and Rhys jumped over the edge with me. My name on his lips, my body cradled in his arms.

~~~

Her skin was still glowing as she laid next to me. Her head on my chest.

“I’m disappointed in myself. You weren’t as loud as I could have made you,” I rasp.

Her eyes flick to me, those gray pools of happiness landing on me.

I felt a spark in my chest, a wave of joy settling over my heart.

Feyre. She was my salvation. She was my sun. She was my stars in the darkness night.

Feyre was the missing half of my soul that I didn’t know I was missing until I found her.  And I don’t think I could ever be happier.

“Don’t be a prick,” she muttered, sleep muffling her words.

Sleepwalker--Imagine #18

Anonymous asked: I just thought if this idea and I’m in love:) could you write an imagine where me and my crush have JUST started dating and one night he is sleepwalking and he tells you how much he loves and all that he loved about you?:)

A/N: I truly don’t know what the shit this is. I’m sorry. Keep dreaming!~Logan


I woke up to the sound of someone banging around in my kitchen. 

What the hell, I thought. My parents were away for the weekend, I was alone except for–

My hands searched blindly over the comforter. C/n should be in bed beside me, since he was staying for the weekend, but instead the spot next to me was void of him. 

I heard some mumbling coming from the kitchen and untangled myself from the sheets, wondering what he was doing in the kitchen at fucking four o’clock in the morning. 

I tripped over the rug, my vision bleary with sleep. As I reached the kitchen I saw c/n sitting there, his broad back facing me as he sat in the chair at the breakfast bar island, hands intertwined as if he was making some business deal with some invisible business partner across from him. 

“I just–I have all these thoughts of you and I can’t find a way to say them,” I heard him slur, his words running together with sleep. 

Oh my god, he’s sleeptalking, I thought, a lazy grin tugging at my lips. 

Curiously, I walked to the other side of the island and leaned over it, careful not to make a sound and wake him up. 

His eyes were half-open and he looked stoned, but despite that, my heart swelled at how cute and innocent he looked. His eyebrows were knitted together and he looked concerned. 

He didn’t register I was standing in front of him, and scratched at his puffy-from-sleep cheeks. 

“God, like, you’re so pretty, ya know?” 

I stood still, leaning, my whole body frozen and my breath caught in my throat.

“And, I feel so out of your league, because you are so perfect to me and when I look at you I wonder how I got so lucky. All the guys at school keep asking me how I managed to get close to you, close enough that you love me and I keep tellin’ ‘em I just don’t know,” his eyebrows raised lazily, eyes not focusing on me even though my face was two feet from his. “I wish you could hear the conversatiosn guys would have about you before you were mine. And of course, some idiots still talk as if they can steal you from me. But that’s just it, you’re so loyal and I keep telling them that, but they keep saying no guy like me can keep a girl like you.”

His face became devoid of emotion for a second and his body wavered in the seat. I thought he was going to topple off it for a second but he grabbed a mug that I didn’t see before off the island and sipped air from it. I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped my lips. He must’ve been thinking he was drinking something, when in reality he was sucking air into his mouth from an empty mug. 

“You make the best food. You think you’re a horrible cook, but the fact that you’re so cute with all those splotches of whatever you’re cooking all over your face makes any burnt piece of food worth it. I hope you love me because if you didn’t this conversation would be really awkward,” he went quiet for another few moments. 

My face was on fire. He said he loved me. I cannot believe it. We’ve been dating for awhile and I wanted to tell him but didn’t wanna scare him off. I wished I could tell him I love him, too, but he’s asleep and I’d want him to be completely conscious. 

My hand, of it’s own accord, slid over the back of his and I stroked the soft skin. His eyebrows knitted together a bit again, and he shook his head, clearly upset with dream-me. 

“No, y/n. Shhhh,” he slurred, sloppily placing his finger on his pink, puffy lips, and then dropping it to grasp the empty mug again. “You need to listen. You are so important to me. Like more important than anyone else. The thing that made me fall even deeper in love with you is how kind you are to everyone, but you still manage to be the baddest chick I’ve ever met. You are so badass, y/n, you intimidate me. And I love how your eyes shine and glow in sunlight. You also have the cutest way of scrunching up your face when you focus on your homework and work on your hobbies. And, oh my god the hottest thing is when you get so passionate and riled up about something, I could sit and listen to your powerful rants all day long. Your intelligence is so sexy. And I love tracing your perfect little birthmark. You don’t like it but I think it makes you even more adorable.”

He took another “sip” from the mug, but I didn’t giggle this time. His words were unfiltered and instead of complaining about me in his dreams he was professing his love to me. He never found it easy to tell me how he felt, so this was something I knew wasn’t going to occur again for awhile. But I think if I could tell him I loved him also he wouldn’t be so scared of telling me how he felt. 

“I just wish you knew how much my body craves you when you’re not near me and how even if we’re just lying together, I am completely content,” he sighed, his voice quiet. 

I wanted to kiss him so bad right now. He looked so small and vulnerable, and so irresistibly cute. Dark circles under his eyes told of many late nights, many he’d spent with me, listening to me rant. I didn’t know he enjoyed listening to those stupid angry declarations of mine so much. But now that I think back I remember how when I’d glance at him, his eyes were so full of something I couldn’t pinpoint in those moments, that I can now. Love. He looked at me like a man smitten. And here he was telling me little details about me he cherished like jewels, in his sleep

His body slumped over the counter, and I realized he’d finished. 

Moving to his side of the island, I placed my lips on his cheeks, giving him a small peck. He hummed in what sounded like approval. 

“Let’s get to bed, my sweet baby,” I whispered in his ear, hoping he would either wake up or follow me to bed in his sleep. There was no way I’d be leaving him out here.

I moved my lips to the back of his neck, right above the first bone of his spine poked out from his white sleep shirt. Giving him a tender kiss on his favorite spot, his body moved to crush me in a very warm and sleepy bear hug. When he released me, I was disappointed to see his eyes still in their half-open state. He hadn’t woken up. At least he was responding to me. 

Gingerly, I slipped my slender hand into his large one, and led him to our bedroom once again. I tucked him and me into the bed, but before I could move back to my side of the bed, c/n pulled me into his side, so close you couldn’t slide anything between us. 

“Mine,” he growled, and I was surprised by the ferocity and internsity in his voice. It made my toes curl. 

Seconds later I heard his soft snuffling snores caressing my ear in hot breaths and I fell asleep to the warmth of his body and his heart beating under my ear.

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My eyes opened sleepily to the soft glow of sunlight that warmed my room, indicating it was the first rays of the morning. 

What could have possibly woke me up this early? 

That’s when I felt my answer on the nape of neck in the form of two soft lips. C/n had spooned me at some point in the night and I gave no indication I was awake now, pondering over if I should tell c/n what I had witnessed last night. 

I resisted the urge to let out a satisfactory sigh as c/n’s lips traveled languidly lower down my neck, tugging gently at the top of my shirt to trail his kisses farther down. 

“Damn clothes always have to get in my way.” 

My insides twisted at his husky voice and the feel of his hot breath against my skin. I had to resist the urge to chuckle at his frustration. I had listened to him complain before about my “damn clothes” whenever our kissing started getting heated. 

He moved his lips to my ear and ran his tongue along the top of it, pulling my hair gently away from the side of my face. My breath hitched, but I tried to keep my facial expression neutral, not wanting to give away I was awake. I could feel his hot breath against my ear, coming in soft puffs. 

“I love you,” he mumbled, his voice still gravelly from sleep.

The words, and the passion and tenderness with which he said them, broke me into a million pieces and molded me back together again in a more beautiful way than before.  He moved away from my ear, resting his head against the pillow we were sharing, his large, toasty hands under my shirt, drawing patterns on my stomach. 

“I love you so goddamn much,” he whispered to himself it seemed, and I heard the awe in his tone. 

I couldn’t act anymore. I flipped over, lying my body on his and attacked him with my lips, feverishly. I kissed him hungrily, and our labored breathing and small mewls and loud, short grunts of pleasure were the only sounds in the quiet, still morning. 

“Oh my god,” I gasped before his teeth captured my bottom lip and tugged gently before releasing. “I love you, too,” I gasped. 

We stopped and stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, cheeks flushed with passion and shyness. Our eyes studied every feature of our faces and memorized the love that was stirring in our expressions. 

C/n brushed away a fly-away and tucked it behind my ear.

“You’re amazing,” he smiled, looking at me like I was a million bucks. 

“You’re incredible,” I sighed, caressing his face. “You’re also a sleepwalker and talker,” I giggled as his face flushed even more red. 

“Oh shit,” he groaned, rubbing his hands over his face.

“You kind of were blathering away about me last night,” I nudged him with my nose on his cheek as he let out a string of muffled grumblings. 

“Damn, I really need to stop doing that,” he said, pulling his hands from his face, and resting them around me and rubbing my back. 

“You kidding me? I hope you never stop,” I grinned, and he captured my smiling lips in another passionate kiss, leading to more confessions of love and passionate explorations of each other. 

Business Casual - Part 8 (Final)

Hey everyone! Here’s part eight, the final chapter of this saga. I have another multi chapter I’m going to start putting out maybe next week. That one is actually the longest fic I’ve ever written so yay!! But anyway, I hope you like this last part! You guys have been great and I’ve loved ALL your comments! Really truly you guys’s responses are why I keep posting. 

This last part has a good deal of sap so just gear up for it :D Thanks for reading!


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I Love You (John Laurens x Reader)

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You were at work thinking a lot, again.

You work at Cafe bakery shop the time meaning since you’re still at law school. the place smelled of delicious bread and cappuccinos which made you relax at the place

“(Y/n) dear your shift is up” your boss gently nudge you in the shoulder.You smiled politely thanking her.

As You walk through the city of New York, your mind went WILD . All about John Laurens of course. You Two have been together for a year and a half now.

You love him A LOT but You wonder if You are REALLY the one he wants. For you, he is practically perfect to you. 

Why did he ever pick me? you thought to yourself

To top that off, you haven’t had intercourse with him.

What if I’m not pretty or sexy enough? I know he says I’m perfect, but I just wonder.

Why do I have to always be reminded..

“Hey (Y/N)!” You heard voice call me It was Peggy, your best friend since practically diapers.her sisters are also a Friend of yours because of the trio you met John.

“You seems zoned out…wanna get ice cream?” She worriedly asked while pointing at a convenient ice cream shop.


“So you’re anxious about your relationship with John?” She asks after you explained to her about what I was thinking about.

She licked at her vanilla ice cream cone and continued.

“Why though? I mean John is a sweet and great guy, he wouldn’t think any less of you” I took a scoop of my butterscotch ice cream and then replied with a sigh

“You never know pegs… I just don’t know…”

“I’ve encountered this problem with Lafayette as well" Ah Lafayette,the French best friend of the small group of friend you guys had. They were dating months before me and John did.

"Really? What did you do?” you asked her desperately I wanted this feeling to end.

“My dear (Y/n) you’re still new to this? To be in a healthy relationship you gotta share what you’re feeling to each other” Peggy caressed your hand while explaining to you.

“I promise he is gonna act positively!”

After 30 minutes of catching up she had to leave.

You decided to stay for a while leaving you with your thoughts and buying another flavor of ice cream. You texted John all about the place and that the two of you should visit in his day off.


You opened the door to our apartment. You and John moved in together when you started dating saying that we should be closer considering our apartments are kinda far apart.

After taking off your shoes you saw John cooking dinner while listening to the radio to some rock pop song.

You didn’t know how to cook, before moving in with John you were all about instant noodles and take outs from your work place. John was more than happy to cook for the two of you.

You sneaked behind him and hugged him. He yelped a little in surprise and then laughed. He faced after turning off the stove and then hugged you back.

“How was your day at work?” You asked him as you kissed him. “Agghhh Charles Lee said something bad about G.Wash again….” John growled at just the thought of Charles.

“Karma will get him John, don’t worry” You replied and then he kissed you once again and then started to set the table for dinner.


In the middle of eating, You tried to talk to him about what was in your head like what Peggy advised.

You keep on bringing it up but You just can’t seem to continue it. You were nervous. It ended with You Banting and Banting about how great the ice cream shop is (Which is True).

Which made John smile,He doesn’t seem to notice.


John was in the bedroom while You were in the bathroom connected to it brushing my teeth.

The Door was opened and You glanced at John while rinsing my mouth He was clearly tired, so you dried your mouth.

Walked over to him and You massaged his shoulders. He was tense.

“John is something on your mind?” You asked still rubbing his tensed shoulders. “Actually, I want to talk to you about something..”

You sat across from him facing him. “Well, What is it Love?”

You were afraid of what he was going to say,he was looking down and then he whispered something that ultimately confused me.

“Do you really Love me?”

He began to play with his fingers, You took his hands in yours and held it close to you chest.

“Of course John, What made you think about this?”

“Earlier today,I was walking around the town, since G.Wash sent me home early for the day because I almost punched Charles Lee if it weren’t for Alex I would’ve”

You giggled softly and then signaled for him to continue.

“I saw other couples…They were all normal and I compare them to us.. You were the perfect girl while..I’m not just seem to be fitting for you? Do you get What I mean?”

You were about to cut him off but he continues.

“I’m not tall,I’m not attractive,I have so many unnecessary Freckles.I don’t even know if you love me really or just feel pity becau-”

You kissed him,Stopping him from saying anything else false about himself. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he deepens it.

We pulled away due to lack of air.

YOU ARE PERFECT to me.I don’t care about your height! You are the most handsome Person I met, and those Freckles? They just add more cuteness to you!”

You told him quickly. “I was supposed to be feeling what you’re feeling right now because I’m that one who’s not perfect between the two of us”

John quickly thought of something to say just before you could continue.

“You are perfect,I didn’t choose you for nothing (Y/N), Peggy called me earlier about what you told her.You shouldn’t be worried of anything, I’m not letting you go anytime soon..”

Your eyes became glossy. That’s all you needed to hear to make your heart swell with happiness.

“I love you”

cajuncherrybee  asked:

You know what would be a perfect wedding song for viktor and yuuri? All this Time by One Republic. This song is my theme song for them. Like it's so sappy but it makes heart swell everytime I listen to it because I couldn't help but imagine Yuuri and Viktor dancing to this. "All this time we were waiting for each other. All this time I was waiting for you. We got all these words, can't waste them on another. So I'm straight in a straight line running back to you" me: *melts on a corner*

That song fits so well!

BTS when you feel insecure about your weight

How would bts react to you feeling insecure about your weight (like you didn’t want buggy back rides or sit in his lap. You like avoid things like this at all costs)?

Jin: Being the protective and caring guy he is, I get the feeling he would sort of scold you a little for being so silly, and in all fairness, because these insecurities, even if they start off small, can lead to serious health problems, and eating disorders. He would caress your face softly, and remind you that you are perfect the way you are, and that being healthy makes you a lot more beautiful than frowning and worrying over petty little things like these does.

“Please, stop being silly, come sit here” he would tell you, patting his own lap, while looking at you with that charming smile of his.

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Jimin: I think he would understand you the best, being a little insecure himself, he would look at you with sad eyes whenever you stared at yourself in the mirror, mentally pointing out all the things you don’t think are quite right about you. However, the second you mentioned anything negative about your weight, he wouldn’t take it. Before you had even finished the sentence, he would have picked you up bridal style, running around with you still in his arms. He would then stop abruptly, and would begin lifting your body up and down effortlessly.

“See? You weigh nothing. Now be my skinship queen and let me carry you on my back so I can show you off to the rest of the world” He would tell you, dissipating all the clouds of worry that were invading your thoughts.

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Rap Mon: Whenever you’d start complaining about your weight, or your figure, he wouldn’t even let you finish your sentences, interrupting you with nonsensical sounds loud enough to cover your voice with his own. He would stop as soon as you closed your mouth, only to begin once more the moment you started repeating yourself. After a few times of this happening you would give up on trying to complain, and he would just flash you a cheeky smile, clearly happy about his small victory today.

“Do you not see how beautiful you are?” He would say, sometimes sweetly, as he pecked your lips, and sometimes dramatically as he throws whatever he has in his hands up into the air, making you laugh.

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Suga: He’d see how uncomfortable you are when he asked you to sit on his lap so you could both cuddle and watch a movie together, and his mind would begin analyzing the situation. He would notice your small movements, pulling the hem of your shirt down, hiding your thighs, or the way you stared at his lap, a frown on your forehead, and he would understand. He wouldn’t say anything to you though, he would simply slide you onto his lap and hold you close, refusing to let you get up or move about until you relaxed into his arms.

“I’m heavy…” You’d whine, trying to get up once more.

“Hmm.. as heavy as a cloud. Now sit still, the movie is starting” he would tell you, wrapping his arms around your frame with more strength, smiling as you stopped moving, and leaning back into his body. He would then kiss your cheek, not being able to hide how happy he was.

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J-Hope: would whine every time you refused to let him give you a piggyback ride. He wouldn’t understand why you were being this way at first, but then, suddenly as he watched you stare at your reflection in the mirror he would understand, and he would be heartbroken. I think he would confront about it directly.

“Look woman, you are wrong. You look beautiful, and healthy and sexy. Now get on my damn back so we can let everyone see how much of a cute couple we are!” he meant to be serious and tactful about it, but he knew making it sound goofy would make you smile, so he changed his speech. You’d giggle when you heard his sassy outburst, and would comply, shyly getting onto his back, before he wrapped his arms around your thighs, and began carrying you around the way you see in movies.

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V: V would be incredibly upset when you voiced your insecurities to him, wondering what the hell you saw when you looked in the mirror, and what even caused you to think this way in the first place. He wouldn’t understand why you couldn’t see yourself the way he saw you, radiating beauty wherever you went, turning heads, making people smile, and making him feel like the luckiest man in the world for having someone as beautiful as you, inside and out.

“I don’t understand what you see when you look at yourself, but I promise you this: if you could see yourself through my eyes, your heart would not understand the concept of insecurities. I love you Y/N, and I don’t want to see you hurting because of something that shouldn’t even be on your mind. You are perfect, okay?” He would tell you, his body behind yours, arms wrapped around your waist as he makes you look in the mirror in just a tank top and shorts. You’d start to tear up at your boyfriend’s confession, heart swelling with the happiness of realizing someone thought so highly of you. You’d turn around, grabbing onto his face with both hands, and crashing your lips onto his passionately. *pretend you are Jimin*

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Jungkook: At first he would think you refused to do those things with you because you were shy about PDA, but then he would get upset. He wouldn’t know what to say to you, because it isn’t something he could easily fix. He could describe you exactly what he saw when he looked at you, but the moment you looked in the mirror, everything he had told you would have gone right out your other ear. After the fifth time you had rejected his attempts at sitting you on his lap, he would have had enough.

“Look Jagi, you are being silly. You are not heavy, and you genuinely do look fantastic. If you are worried about your health, we can go for a run every day, together, and start eating less snacks, but I honestly don’t think you need any of it okay? Just don’t push me away. It hurts me. Please?” He would tell you, and you would nod, sitting down on his lap, arms wrapped around his neck, and he would smile, for he had made one little step of progress towards making you feel better.

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A/N: None of these gifs are mine, credit goes to their rightful owners

anonymous asked:

(Oneshots, please!) fem! s/o just lounging around until their lover comes over and starts using their boobs as a pillow. (Junkrat, Genji, and Lucio)

Junkrat:

Junkrat’s s/o was just lying on the floor of the living room with the TV on. The TV was just on a random channel that looked mildly interesting, it was that period of the day where there was nothing interesting on. So she wasn’t paying much attention anyway.

Junkrat had just been tinkering with his bombs and his frag launcher when he came in to see his s/o laying there. He was covered in soot and smelled like gun powder. Junkrat let out his signature giggle and jump down to lay his head on her chest. His s/o had not expected this so she let out a squeak of surprise.

“You could’ve given me a heart attack Junkrat!”

He grinned, “But you didn’t.”

She rolled her eyes at him and then she patted his head. She turned her head back to the TV to see if the show got any more interesting. It didn’t. She took a deep breath in from lounging for so long and when she did she noticed something. Junkrat was probably just playing with his bombs, so he smelled of gun powder and dirt from blowing things up.

“Ewww. Junkrat, you smell! Go shower, you’re gonna get soot all over me!”

He let out his signature laugh, “Too late for that, love.”

He pointed down at her clothes, she was covered in dirt and soot! You could clearly see an imprint of his face with a smile, it looked like a design on the shirt. She gave an exasperated sigh, she loved this shirt, but oh well. She just accepted it and when he noticed, he gave a grin and laid his face back on her chest. She could feel his smile.

Genji:

Genji had just gotten back from meditating with Zenyatta and saw that his s/o was outside on a picnic blanket with her sketchbook. He thought she looked so beautiful sitting there surrounded by the cherry blossoms. He saw that she was sketching the scenery, so he decided to mess with her.

While she was looking at her sketchbook, Genji used his ninja skills to quietly sneak in front of her. He laid down on his side and used his arm to prop up his head. When she looked up, she let out a squeak because she was not expecting him to be there. He chuckled.

“Paint me like one of your French girls.”

You can’t see it, but he winked at her. She knew him long enough that she could practically see the wink and she rolled her eyes. He was so silly and she loved that about him. She reached over to remove his visor, she had always loved looking at his eyes. She traced all the scars on his face, he leaned into her touch. After being together for so long, he felt comfortable enough to be around her without his visor.

“I love you, Genji.”

He smile and gave her an ‘I love you’ back. Although meditating with Zenyatta was very relaxing, he found this more relaxing and could feel his eyes getting a bit heavier. His s/o noticed and suggested a nap. So she laid back waiting for him to lay next to her. Instead he surprised her, once again, by laying his head on her chest instead. That was one of the best naps he ever had.

Lucio:

“S/o! S/o where are you?”

Lucio had been working on his new album and he wanted to take a much needed break so that his brain doesn’t get fried from staring at the screen for too long. So he decided to go visit his cute s/o for some cuddle time and he was starting to miss her.

When he arrived at the house, he couldn’t find her anywhere. He had checked the kitchen, the bedroom, the living room, he even checked the bathroom! He was getting a little worried until he heard rustling coming from the attic.

“I’m up here!”

That was odd. Maybe she was cleaning. He made his way into the attic, and when he got up there, he saw his s/o laying on a bunch of pillows and blankets. The room was lit up with fairy lights and there was a cute little lantern. She had a book in her hands, her finger in the middle of the closed book to keep track of her place. He was amazed, when he had been up there before, it was just a mess and now it looked like a great reading nook.

“When did you do all this?”

“The past week, since you’ve been so busy I thought I’d make a place for you to come and relax! I was going to call you over, but I started reading my book, so…”

Lucio chucked. She was such a thoughtful person, it made his heart swell. Since the spot was made for him he would make the most of it. Right now. He quickly made his way over and hugged her with his head on her chest.

“You’re perfect.”

His s/o giggled, and she patted his head. The rest of the evening was spent with him holding her and using her chest as a pillow, while she read to him. His friends called several times because he was supposed to come back to work on the album, but he never came back. He would rather be here instead of working anyway.

Top 5 - Anidala/Vaderdala fan vids

for @jedifest16′s Top Picks challenge

Herein lie enshrined the five Anidala/Vaderdala fan vids that I viewed most this year. Prepare thyself for feels. 


1. Where’s my love? by AnneSoshi 

Oh my god, this fan vid.  So haunting. No matter how many times I see it, it still physically HURTS. The editing, clips, voiceovers, and music flow together to create the most exquisitely painful Anidala vid ever. 

2. Somebody To Die For by koppiezus

Another that I’ve watched many, many times this past year, this is an absolutely lovely fan vid that evokes my Hades and Persephone/Death and the Maiden feels for these two. The part where it says “when i’m standing in the fire, I will look him in the eye, and I will let the Devil know that I was brave enough to die”, I tear up, every time. But ultimately, I love this one so much because not only is the editing and music combo just gorgeous, but it also has an uplifting feeling to it at the end, telling us not to “go gentle into that good night, but to rage on against the dying light”.  

3. ’Cause I’ll remember you by anakinspadme

Probably the fan vid I watched more than any other this year. The perfect depiction of Anidala-as-fairytale. The lyrics are absolutely beautiful – Anakin as the ‘charming prince’ with a ‘warm soul and arms of steel’. I mean, how perfect is that? And Padme as the ‘angel who prayed for him’. *sob* I adore everything about this one – the song choice, the editing, the colours. Palps as the ‘evil hag’, lol. ;D And when it says ‘though the shadows tried to keep our hearts away forever, it never came true’, I get such chills and my heart swells at the same time. And finally, the ending. is. perfection. Force ghost!Anakin and Padme looking happily upon their children at the end of RotJ. WHAT MORE CAN YOU WANT? :’) 

4. long after you’re gone by GandalfsTruth

A seriously awesome fanvid that manages to capture the essence of both Anidala and Vaderdala all at the same time. I included this one here because not only is it beautifully constructed, but it also stands out from the crowd. It’s just so unique. The music choice, especially. But it totally works, and is all the more memorable for it. Perfectly edited for maximum feels. GO WATCH THIS NOW.

5. Echo by MEOW.DK

Lord Vader, standing on the bridge of his Star Destroyer, looking out ‘across the stars’ while thinking of his beloved Padme. In other words, THE quintessential Vaderdala fan vid. I JUST LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT IT OKAY. The clever overlaying of PT and OT clips is just…. omg, ahhhh. So well done, and perfectly captures the ‘romantic’ side to ‘Vaderkin’ that IS TOTALLY REAL SHUT UP IT IS. I am not ashamed to admit this one makes me weep sad and lonely Sith-lord tears every time. The ending is the sort of knife to the heart that you gladly welcome.  For me, this is not just ‘headcanon’, but is up there with other Vaderdala fanworks like the famous ‘Vader’s dream’ as CANON. 

A Night to Remember

Seth Rollins/OC. For @gelinas22:  Reader talks Seth in to going to a concert of their favorite band (let’s say A Day To Remember). He doesn’t want her to get hurt in the mosh pit but she takes off anyway and ends up pulling her weight in the pit, punching some guy that tried to touch her inappropriately before Seth gets there. He gets worked up and it just ends up in some smutty goodness.

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Written on the wrist - Dean Winchester x Reader - Chapter 10 (French Mistake/Soulmates AU)

Title: Written on the wrist

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count: 6k+

Warnings: Suicide (mention)

Prompts: Your Imagine getting zapped to the Supernatural universe and meeting Dean.” imagine is perfection!! Please please write a mini story or something based on it! It would be so good! P.S. You are one of the best writers whose stories I follow! :)

Im so glad requests are open! What about a readerxdean with French mistake reader whose soulmate is Dean?? Maybe soul mates have each other’s names on their arms so her name is on his arm and she enters the spn universe and he gets nervous because she doesn’t have his name on her arm since she’s from a different world?? I’ve never seen this done before so I think it might be nice to see! and your writing is amazing! Thank you!! ❤️❤️❤️

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“What is your soulmate’s name, Dean?”

“Wh-why do you want to know?” his voice was rough, raising an interested eyebrow.

You shrugged, looking down at your food “Don’t know. It’s just- she is Dean Winchester’s soulmate. Must be something special right? And besides that-” you chewed on your lower lip “She’s not with you. Wouldn’t you want that?”

He sighed, leaning back in his seat “It’s not that simple (Y/n). You might think it’s all rainbows and unicorns because oh soulmates are just so romantic but- with this kind of life? The least I want is to drag somebody else into it, much less mysoulmate.”

“I know things aren’t easy, Dean. Hell I’ve gotten to realize it lately myself and I’m scared to no end but- you won’t bedragging her as you say. If she’s with you I doubt she’d have the mind to worry about anythig else. I mean, although I don’t know much-” you shrugged “-meeting your soulmate must be pretty big thing right?”

“It is.” he sighed “Some don’t even get the chance to meet their other half before they die but I mean- look at me sweetheart? You know the shit I’ve been through. Would you really think anyone would stand to be dragged into this mess?”

“No. Not anyone.” you pursed your lips “But your soulmate would, and I’m sure of that.”

“How come?” he couldn’t help but breathe out, a small smile forming on his lips as he saw the small spark in your eyes.

“Because she’s your soulmate obviously! And you- you are Dean Winchester! Dean freaking Winchester! There are so many words to describe you yet none is enough. Hell I know I wouldn’t think a second and jump straight into this mess as you call it if I could have you as-” you cut off yourself immediately, pursing your lips as you caught yourself saying things out loud you probably shouldn’t.

Dean’s eyebrows shot up and his lips parted, a small breath leaving but he didn’t find it in him to question anything further as he only could breath out “Would you?”

“I would Dean.” you sighed, looking down sheepishly “And I know so would she. The love for your soulmate is far stronger than fear or anything else. Besides- wouldn’t you want to have her by your side?” you dared lock eyes with his.

“I only don’t want her to get hurt.” he mumbled in a rough voice.

“She wouldn’t. I’m sure if she had you by her side then she wouldn’t have to worry about anything else. You would risk everything for her wouldn’t you?” he gave you a small nod “Then why worry? And I’m sure she’d want you by her side too. You would have to ask her too, Dean. Making a decision that has an effect on her life without asking her is wrong, trust me.”

“You seem pretty sure about it.” he whispered in a statement and you shrugged with a small smile.

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I have no idea how a girl like me ended up with such a perfect human being. @mittensofmalice I love you with every cell in my body. I appreciate all you do for me. From buying me surprise gifts to running to the store for me at 2 a.m. because I’m feeling sick as fuck and need some Gatorade. You make my heart swell with happiness and love. There’s no one I’d rather spend my days with. I can’t wait to be your wife someday and spend the rest of our lives together. You’re so wonderful bables. Thank you for being so amazing 💕

#17: 10 Years As An Escort, And This Was Not In My Job Description

By: EZmisery

Length: Super long

My name is Sean, and I will come out and say it – I am a sex worker. Have been for over ten years. My website lists myself as an “escort” but I am not ashamed of my job. I love what I do. To be fair, I am a very expensive companion. If you don’t know how much I mean when I say ‘very expensive’ then you definitely can’t afford me. Most of my career is spent in beautiful clothing acting as a partner to some rich man who doesn’t have time to date. This means fancy hotels, amazing food, and an unlimited spending limit. The actual sex part is very little of what I do.

Although, I won’t lie, my blow jobs are better than anything you’ve ever had.

Most of my clientele are regulars. Some are married men who need a pretty companion for a night. Some are businessmen who take me to fancy events and fly me around the world. I get a few new clients each month who save up for a few hours of my time. All in all they are totally harmless and deliciously obsessed with me.

You might have noticed that all of my clients are men. This probably doesn’t surprise you. But recently I got my first female client, and this is the one I need to write about.

She said her name was Hope. She contacted me on my website asking if we could speak over the phone about possibly setting up a date. Before speaking to anyone I thoroughly vet them. I ran her name through a variety of databases. No crimes. Definitely not a cop. From the data I found she was a housewife in New Jersey.

I agreed to talk to her and called her from my burner phone. She sounded nice. Her voice wavered a little, which is understandable. Most ordinary housewives probably don’t call professional escorts. Our conversation was odd. She kept asking me what I looked like, even though I knew she had seen my website (there were no shortage of photos on there).

“I’m 5’6”,” I explained to her. “Slim waist and a killer ass. I can have any color hair you’d prefer.” I used my sexiest voice, “What are you into, baby?”

She laughed nervously. “Oh, it’s not for me. It’s for my son, Harold.”

I had some other escort friends who’ve done jobs like this. An overly open-minded parent wants their kid’s first time to be with a professional.

“Ok honey, no problem. He has to be over 18 though.”

“Don’t worry about that.” She cleared her throat. “I noticed you didn’t list any pricing on your website, but money is not an issue for us. We would like to fly you out as soon as possible.”

I checked my schedule. It turned out my weekend was wide open. We decided that I would fly in on a Saturday, stay the night, and then fly home Sunday evening. My accommodations had to be first-class, obviously. I would not sleep at their home. I needed a five star hotel room as well as spending money. This was all on top of my fee.

The flight was easy. I love flying, especially since I get free drinks and first-class treatment. I checked a few bags (full of costumes and toys). I got to New Jersey, gathered my things, and went to go hail a cab. But surprisingly there was a limo driver with my name. This was going to be even more lavish than usual! I graciously accepted the champagne the driver offered me. I must have drank more than expected because I drifted to sleep.

I woke up in a luxurious room. The bed spread out beneath me and my heart swelled with the thought of a perfect hotel room. I sat up and quickly realized I was naked. Obviously I was confused. The last thing I remembered was drinking in the limo. Cautiously I explored my surroundings. The bed was huge. Heavy purple curtains covered the walls. Hanging from the ceiling was an ornate chandelier. There were no desks or dressers. The only other thing in the room was a velvet loveseat. Draped across it was a cheap French maid outfit.

I wrapped a blanket around my waist and opened the only door. It was empty. “Housekeeping?” I called down the hall. No answer. I took a few steps outside. Although the room looked like a fancy hotel, the outside looked disgusting. The rugs were stained and covered in dust. There were no other doors I could see. “Hello?” I yelled again, feeling more desperate.

“Oh, you’re awake!”

I spun around. A woman had been standing behind the door to the room. She’d been watching me this whole time. She was wearing a fur coat with a kitchen apron underneath. Her wild black hair stuck out statically from her scalp. She looked to be maybe Middle Eastern, although I couldn’t be sure. Gaudy jewelry adorned her ears and neck. When she spoke, it came out as an angry politeness.

“Good morning. I hope you slept well.”

I clutched the blanket. “Where are my things?”

“Don’t worry, they are safe. But for now please put on the costume. We would like to get started.”

“So this isn’t a hotel? Are you Hope?”

She stopped smiling. “Yes. My name is Hope.”

Growing annoyed, I said, “I specifically said I needed a hotel room and-”

“You need to stop talking.” She stepped towards me. “Put on the costume.”

“Listen lady, I don’t care how much you’re paying me, you have to-”

“Shut up!” She slapped me across the face. Her long acrylic nails stung against my skin. She opened her coat to reveal a large shotgun tucked into a pocket of the apron. “If you don’t do as I say, I will open a pit in your forehead and then let my son fuck the bloody hole.”

The silence that followed was interrupted by my heavy breathing. My mind raced. My sister Jesse was my safe person, who knew the address and times where I was meeting my clients. Every 12 hours (10am and 10pm) I would text her to tell her I was okay. But that didn’t help much now. I had to bide time until she missed my text and would call the police.

I swallowed and put on my fake sexy voice. “Okay sweetie, no problem. Give me a few moments to get ready.”

She smiled again. “Once you’re prepared, follow the hall down to the dining room. Harold is eager to meet you.”

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Perfectly Imperfect | Drabble.

pairing: Jungkook x Reader
word count: 1027 words
genre: fluff??? angst??
a/n: idk what this is so i hope you enjoy it anyway! Also, would this qualify as a oneshot or drabble? who knows.

When your coworker asks you why you stick around you struggle because… Why? How do you put into words that he’s your whole world and it’d be like giving away your heart and soul if you no longer got to wake up and know he loves you of all people.

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madelinecoffee  asked:

Ch. 6 of Elysian was AMAZING. It had such Serendipity vibes and I was so for it. I loved Zay/Maya's view of love. Its so different than Rucas and I just love having different perspectives. I love what you're doing with Riley and Lucas' personalities, your characterization is beyond perfect. Riley is at heart an insecure girl who just wants to protect Lucas and Lucas is an angry cowboy who wants to protect her. You have it done perfectly. I am so in love with it and I can't wait for more. <3

I can’t even right now 💜💜.

Ok, let me just say that this fic channels Serendipity more than anything else, so for you to make that connection makes my heart swell because SO MUCH YES to that.

Yep. Maya and Zay see that love between Rucas but still feel like it’s something like a fairytale or something only reserved for people who are willing to go through hell for it.

Alskfkrosbcbrnwkaiejrbf!!!! Gah. I can’t. Gah. You think my characterizations are…gah. I can’t form words. That’s the best compliment ever. I…gah. 😍😍😍

Everything they do is to protect each other. It happened in Serendipity. It happened in Amaranthine. It’s going to happen here. They would do ANYTHING for each other which can be good AND bad. Their natural instinct is to shield the other which can cloud their logic and makes for (what I hope to be) an emotional roller coaster ride involving a lot of moving parts.

Thank you Madeline. I’m on cloud 9 right now. 😇