no way he's going into the spring alone

Come Home (Feysand Angst)

A hurtful comment said in the heat of the moment leaves Feyre miserable and alone. Rhys, wounded and angry, departs for a diplomatic mission before Feyre can tell him something important. As the months wear on and Feyre hears nothing but silence from the other end of the bond, her condition deteriorates. Will Rhys return home in time? Or will he be too late?

Word Count: 2664

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“Rhys, please, don’t go,” I plead.

“Feyre darling, it’s only for a couple of months. I just need to sort a few things out with the different courts now that the war is finally over.”

“Then at least take me with you! I’m your High Lady, I–”

“Exactly. You’re my High Lady,” he says, interrupting my pleas. He takes my hands gently in his and looks into my eyes with love. “You’re needed here, to sort out matters in our own Court.”

“You’re just coming up with excuses to keep me here,” I say, ripping my hands out of his. Rage is coursing through my veins like fire. “If you trap me here without you, you’re just like him.” That’s when I know I’ve stepped too far. Rhys takes a step back, in both anger and shock. I can feel the walls between our minds start to build.

“I am nothing like him, and you know it,” he snarls, his wings folding behind his back as if he can protect them from my words. “I told you a long time ago to stop making that comparison. Even if part of the reason I want you to stay here is for your own protection, I am not locking you up. I am not keeping you in this house. You are free to come and go as you wish. Visit the House of Wind. Visit Mor. Visit Amren.” He runs his hands through his hair and begins to pace in front of me. “The other High Lords are still wary of your powers, I don’t want anything happening to you–”

“I can take care of myself! I thought the war would’ve proved at least that,” I protest. My hands are beginning to tremble with nerves, and I clasp them behind my back to hide my distress from Rhys. This argument is bringing back unpleasant memories from my times at the Spring Court…my times with Tamlin. Rationally, I know that Rhys is not Tamlin. He would never be Tamlin. But today is not a rational day. Panic swells in my chest and my heart begins to race.

“I know darling, of course I know you can take care of yourself. But this is the first diplomatic trip since the end of the war, and I just want to feel things out first, there will be plenty of over trips for you to go on.”

“Rhys, please. I don’t care what the other High Lords think of my powers, they must know if they try to hurt me–”

“NO, Feyre.” Rhys stops pacing and growls at me with frustration. I flinch back. My blood is racing through my veins. I can hear my panicked heartbeat in my ears.





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Tyler Seguin - Longing

Originally posted by flyersphiladelphia

OK, so this is just something I’ve been mulling around in my head and finally got a chance to write. I’m definitely thinking about doing it as a multi-part fic if anyone actually likes it! So, if you like it and want to see more let me know!

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Thea checked herself in the full length mirror one last time before heading out. She lightly ran her fingers over the light, delicate yellow fabric that clung to her olive skin. As much as she was excited about Jamie and Katie’s wedding she was also dreading it because she knew she’d have to deal with Tyler. It had been a month since the night they’d shared together, six since they’d broken up, and she was finally starting to get her bearings back, she wasn’t thinking about him or hurting all the time. Tonight was going to be a challenge to say the least.

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My Uptown Girl *Jughead Jones x Reader*

Originally posted by betty-and-jughead

Originally posted by chaneloberlinvevo

Summary: Based off the lyrics of Billy Joel’s song Uptown Girl

Pairings Jughead x Reader

You walked around Riverdale High with a certain grace, an almost happy bounce in each of your steps. No one could mistake your smile; it always present, from the beginning of the day to the end, in fact, it got bigger on some days.

You are everything Jughead Jones The Third isn’t. You are happy, wholesome and sweet, caring and good. You came from a well-to-do family, wealthy and snobby, yet you weren’t like your parents. You were nice to everyone you met, you are the popular girl without the hateful stigma behind it. Despite that you weren’t allowed to hang around with any old riff-raff, your parents set standards or guidelines and even managed who your friends were, for obvious reasons Cheryl is your closest friend.

Jughead was no exception of the love everyone had for you; Riverdale’s sweetheart. He fell for you like many other guys, he didn’t want to, but it happened over time. You somehow wormed your way into his heart. He set up this demeanour that he was brooding, unable to receive let alone give love to someone, and from the moment you came back from spring break he knew he was in trouble.

If people knew he even had a crush on you everything he built up would be gone. His ‘tough’ exterior would be gone because of you!

“You’re staring at her again,” Archie’s voice sounded from behind Jughead; the beanie wearing boy jumped, slightly glaring over his shoulder at the red-head. “Why don’t you just go over and ask her out?”

Jughead scoffed and went back to watching you, like a creep, he knew that. “I can’t, you wouldn’t understand!” He pushed off the wall of lockers, turning to look at Archie who was searching through his own.

“What’s to understand?” Jughead rolled his eyes, “Seriously, I don’t get it.”

“We’re two different people, Archie.” Archie rolled his dark eyes, “She’s from the uptown, where the rich live and I’m… well, let’s just say my family isn’t exactly respected. Y/N, she’s-”

“-Nice?” Archie cut off. “She isn’t interested in anyone’s home or family line, you know that. In fact, if anyone is able to entice her it’s you,” his friend smiled and patted his shoulder.

Jug sighed, “She’s never had a boyfriend, let alone a guy like me ask her out. She’s living in this clean bubble, she shouldn’t get involved with someone like me.” Jughead shrugged, slipping his hands into his jacket pockets as Archie shuts his locker.

“You’re so dramatic,” Archie exhaled, “if she doesn’t know you like her, then she doesn’t have the choice of dating someone like you. Who by the way, is a decent guy and intelligent, with a twisted sense of humour but is a loyal friend.”

Before Jughead can sarcastically wit his friend, the rest of the scooby gang shows up. “Whoever is writing Archie’s speeches; I need their number.” Veronica grinned, standing between the two boys with Kevin at her left and Betty to her right. “What locker conversations are you two having?”

Jughead gives a look to Archie, who completely misses it. “Talking about Jug’s crush,” that makes Veronica’s eyes go wide and look at the glaring teen. “Yeah, on Y/N, I told him to go over and talk to her but apparently Jug here is living on social platforms now.” Archie shrugged at his best friend’s glare.

“Juggie, you are so in Y/N league.” Betty comforts to which Jughead scoffs at his friend, who gives him a challenging look.

“Actually,” Kevin pipes up, “I heard Y/N is growing tired of her high-class toys and all the attention from the uptown boys.” He shrugs as Jug frowns, “What I’m saying is, maybe, you’ve got a slim chance if she’s willing to make a choice for a guy of such… standards as yourself.” Jug gives a mock smile to Keller who doesn’t seem fazed.

Veronica smiles, “See, you have a chance. Betty was right, Kevin has the inside scoop and Archiekins gave you the pep talk,” Jughead raised his eyebrows. “And I’m threatening you, if you don’t go over there and talk to her, I’ll personally cut up that precious beanie of yours!” Jug sighed and nodded, making the raven-haired girl clap as he trudges over to you.

He glares over his shoulder as he friends all huddled together, watching from afar. As he walks over to you, he watches as you bring out various different school books from your locker, tucking a lock of you (Y/H/C) behind your ear, smiling as Jug stops a little short of you. It’s silent for a moment as Jughead thinks of what to say, only you beat him to it.

“Jones, what do I owe the pleasure?” You grin, moving the three textbooks to be cradled in your left arm as you shut your locker, your white cardigan delicately hanging off your shoulders. “I heard your writing for the Blue and Gold with Cooper, am I being interviewed because I campaigned for more vegetarian options?” He chuckled at that, shaking his head.

“Actually, no, not about your recent campaign.” You chuckled and nodded, “I just…” He stopped and studied you for a moment, he really liked you, truly he did. But he couldn’t compare to the guys wanting you also, the guys who could offer to give you the nice things you’re wearing. He didn’t care if he embarrassed himself with the potential rejection, he couldn’t live with himself if the entire school, town, mocked you for having him as your boyfriend. “Wondered… did we get any Science homework?”

You let out a little sigh, a small frown coming upon your face that he watched quickly get concealed by another bright smile. “Yeah, we got Chem, want me to give you notes?”

“Uh, no, it’s fine… I’ll ask Betty,” you nodded and watched him waiting for something else to be said but it wasn’t. He just nodded and stalked down the hallway, head bowed and shoulders tensed as he turned a corner, you frowned at his odd behaviour; he wasn’t any different from the usual, although, he never asked you about homework.

Shrugging, turning and bumping into Veronica Lodge, you smiled an apology. “Hey, Y/N, what was Jughead just talking to you about?” You frowned a little, why did Veronica wanna know that?

“Uh, asking if we had any science homework… why?”

Veronica let out a frustrated sigh, “That idiot. He’s not so tough,” you were frowning more by the minute as she talked, “and you’re more oblivious than I thought you’d be!”

“Excuse me?” You asked, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I am not oblivious, Jughead just wanted to know an answer to a simple question.”

“That he could have gotten from Betty,” you snapped your mouth shut, “He’ll hate me for spilling his well-kept secret but he likes you.” You chuckled, Jughead never liked anyone, did he? “Laugh all you want, it’s funny having people like him adore you, I’d know from experience but… maybe consider him?” The bell rings before you can question or say anything, Veronica shrugs and smiles at you before leaving, “Jughead, although savvy with words through writing, isn’t so when expressing them outwardly.”

*Pop’s Diner: Next Day*

“You didn’t tell her,” Veronica stated again as she sat down in the booth directly opposite him. Archie on his left and Kevin sliding in beside Veronica, Betty squeezing herself in beside Keller. “I thought you were gonna tell her?”

Jug rolled his green eyes, “No, you said to go over and talk to her,” he pointed out. “I did exactly that, it was a pleasant conversation if I do say so myself.” Veronica rolled her eyes.

“Why is it so difficult to admit you like her, to her?” Archie asked.

“Cause that’s a very straight guy thing,” Kevin sips his strawberry milkshake, answering for Jughead and receiving a less than impressed look from Archie.

Jughead sighed, “Because I can’t afford to do stuff like dating or gifts, I lost my job and maybe, even if I get another job I still wouldn’t be able to buy her all the things she likes.” His voice getting more agitated.

The table becomes quiet as Jug leans back against the booth, folding his arms and looking out the window. Betty ends the silence by talking to Archie about his music, everyone allowing Jughead to be in his head, but not leaving him alone. If he truly wanted to be alone he would have jumped over the back and left, he didn’t do that.

From looking out the window he notices you, tentatively walking towards the diner. He hadn’t seen you… ever in Pop’s, not without Cheryl or maybe, a few other River Vixens. You were dressed in a dark blue coat, unbuttoned, showing the pink sweater underneath plus jeans. He frowns when you notice him in the window, making a gesture for him to meet you outside. He hops over the booth; pushing the diner door open and walking out into the cold towards you.

“What’s up?” He frowned gently.

“So, I’ve been thinking,” You began, “if you need help with that Science homework, I can help you?” Jughead frowns at you, “Just I’m passing that class, not that I don’t think you can’t do it or fail, I just wanted to offer my assistance.” You ramble a little chuckling nervously at the end.

Jughead lowers his gaze to the floor before looking back at you, “Did one of my idiots talk to you?” You chuckled and nodded causing him to sigh out.  “Listen, I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be seen that way with me.”

“So, like my parents, you’re gonna be making decisions for me too?” You asked with a raised eyebrow, “what makes you think I give a damn what people think of me? You think I’m nice girl because it makes people like me? No, I’m nice because that’s just me.” You explain smiling a little up at him.

He shakes his head a little, the little amount of dark hair falling into his face as he towers over you. “We’re two vastly different people, you know that, right?”

You chuckled, “Sometimes you love someone because of the reasons they’re not like you!”

The air is thick around you both, you were waiting for Jug to say something but he had no words nor thoughts to what you said. It’s how he felt; he loved you for all the reasons you were different to him.

“I get that this might seem like some, stupid, uptown girl bullshit to you. I’m rebelling against my parents or something by dating you, it’s not. I just… you’re you, you know? This broody, writer type, that would laugh at this cliche.” He chuckled at that, “Then Veronica told me, kinda made it clear and just, I came here hoping…”

“That you’d help with my science homework?” You sighed and chuckled, nodding. “Well, I finished it,” you frowned as he smiled, “so, more time for burgers and fries, right?”

You followed him into the diner, a little in front as you walked to a booth, turning in time to see his friends give Jug supportive thumbs up. You grinned as he slid in opposite you.

“What about your parents?” Jug asked with a little frown, resting his arms on the table, leaning a little in and you mimicked his posture with a grin.

“Screw them,” you added an eye roll for dramaticness.

He huffed a chuckle. “I’m already causing a bad influence on you,” he amused as you smiled, adding a little half-shrug.

“You can’t be that bad of influence cause you’re in love with an uptown girl,” you point out.

Jug exhales through his nose, giving you a look. He leans forward a little, table edge digging into his torso but he doesn’t care, he connects his lips with yours in a short but sweet kiss. It’s like everything he hates about romance novels suddenly make sense, the butterflies and ‘fireworks’ suddenly happen, he curses himself for letting this happen to him. His heart racing, he pulls back a little and looks at you, you’re smiling with a faint blush.

“So, what can I get my uptown girl?” He nods to the menu, “I get any milkshake flavours on the house, by the way.” He adds with a mocking cocky smirk.

You laughed, “Well, if dating you means on the house milkshakes then I’m your girl,” He chuckled with a slight blush of his own at that.

(Hope people enjoy this. My dad was singing this as he cooked and I thought instantly, this is a Jug type song and I had to write it! Let me know what you think. - Ro)

I tagged people from Five Hundred Words, the next part will be posted Saturday (figured you’d guys would like this): @caitsymichelle13 @gurliest @florenceivy @katshrev @thelastxgoodthing @merrahonthawall @idkmilla @tinastark2015 @oh-balls-you-idjits @imahuricane 

anonymous asked:

Could one of you please write a Jamie POV about Claire's hair? Time period, situation, and level of sexiness completely up to you :D

This is set when Claire is mostly recovered from her illness in A Breath of Snow and Ashes. 

- Mod Lenny

The dawning light coming in through the window would strike Claire’s hair each morning and for a few minutes Jamie would simply lie there and look at it, watch that light play with it. She had wondered jokingly once or twice if it would grow back straighter than before and she’d laughed at his disappointed faces such a thought inspired. It hadn’t been a full two inches long before the curls started making their presence known so that Claire had cursed the way that two inches seemed like only one and then that four seemed like two and a half.

“It feels like it’s taking twice as long,” she complained, pulling a curl straight and seeing the way it almost reached her shoulder before letting it go and watching it spring back tight to her head.

He reached out now to touch one of the curling tendrils that he felt he could see growing and crawling its way across Claire’s pillow. He was convinced her hair was softer than before as he wrapped the silky strands twice around his finger and stroked it with his thumb. It seemed to be lighter too, the highlights brighter, the white strands no longer standing alone but gathering new friends around them and broadening their streaks.

Claire shifted but his finger was caught in the tight curl of her hair, pulling enough for her to reach up and find his hand. She turned back toward him, her hand still on his and one eye open a crack while the other remained squeezed shut.

He smiled at her as he disentangled himself and brushed more curls back from her forehead before leaning down to kiss the crease between her eyes.

“Good morning,” he whispered.

“Is it?” she asked doubtfully, easing the second eye open and blinking the sleep from her eyes.

Jamie bent to press a second kiss to her lips.

“Mmm,” Claire hummed. “I suppose I’ll take your word for it then.”

She pushed herself up so that she was sitting and yawned as she reached both hands up into her hair and brushed it quickly with her fingers. Jamie propped himself up a bit better and reached over to help massaging her scalp in the process.

“If ye can reach yer things on the table I’ll brush it for ye,” he offered.

“It’s not long enough for that,” Claire said with a light laugh but reached over and secured the brush for him anyway.

“Ye might want to fetch yer mirror as well then because ye’re wrong. It’s long enough now to tuck behind yer ear,” he pointed out, pulling a curl and tucking it into place in demonstration. “Did ye no say that was how long it must be to be called… what was it? A Robert?”

She laughed, leaning back and resting her head on his shoulder so she could look up at him. “A bob. And no, I think it needs to be a little longer before it can be a proper bob. Right now I think it’s closest to resembling a sheep’s fleece, though it traps rather than repels water. And still a long way from the flowing burn you used to think it.” There was a note of sadness underpinning the self-deprecation.

“No a burn just now, no,” he agreed, setting the brush aside and twining his fingers in her hair to see where it sprouted from between his fingers. “It’s… the bark of a tree after a storm. Dark where the water soaked deep; lighter where it’s had time to dry; wi’ little white threads fine and silvery as a spider’s web woven between the branches.”

Claire shook with quiet laughter. “It sounds like you’re saying I have cobwebs in my hair.”

“Aye,” Jamie chuckled. “Cobwebs… but no spiders.”

“Oh, well. So long as there are no spiders.”

He pulled her against him and lay back on the pillows, bringing her down with him. Her hair cushioned her head against his chest.

“Come. It’s early yet. We can rest a bit longer,” he told her.

She turned to curl around him, pressing her body along the length of his as his hand trailed up her back so he could play with her hair some more.

“Hmm… I’m all for staying in bed a bit longer… but since we’re already awake…” she teased, her fingers playing with the hair of his chest before drifting to explore a new trail leading lower, down under the sheets and causing his grip on her hair to tighten reflexively.

GIVE ME YURI CRUSHING ON YUURI!!! I wanna see that boy kinda flustered n shit when ‘that stupid katsudon’ is around!! I wanna see him stomping around all frustrated because of these stupid warm fuzzy feelings. I WANNA SEE THAT FLUSTERED PUPPY LOVE!!

Like, Yuri knows it’s not going to go anywhere, not with that huge age gap and Katsudon and Victor disgustingly infatuated with each other. They’re actually getting married in the spring next year and everything but he literally can NOT stop the murderous flock of butterflies eating the insides of his stomach and then eating each other when Katsudon smiles at him all patient and shit when Yuri knows he’s losing his temper and throwing something akin to a tantrum.

He has to turn his head the other way and scoff because he can’t tell if the heat he can feel in his face is visible to anyone. (Once alone in his bedroom, he wrestles down his embarrassment enough to pull out a small mirror and look at his reflection while he thought about that really dumb, nice sounding laugh. He spaces out for a good five minutes before he realizes his face, is in fact visibly pink and he was feeling distressingly soft and calm.)

When there’s a warm hand ruffling his blond hair or patting his back, he fights not to lean into the touch and God forbid start purring or something. Yuri will jerk away from his touch awkwardly and shout. He thinks to himself, maybe if he yells enough, loud enough, the feelings would go away.

It honestly doesn’t work but it does make Yuri feel marginally better.

When Katsudon gets sick one day, he brings over some soup, complains loudly all the while, and lies when he tells Victor it’s leftovers. Yuri comes into their bedroom for a brief visit and fever must make him deliriously affectionate because once Yuuri focuses on him with bleary eyes and devastatingly attractive bed hair, he smiles all wobbly and wide and throws his arms around him.

Yuri freezes and God damn he’s really fucking warm he wishes he was here to help take care of him and maybe brush down that hair-he jerks in Yuuri’s grip and starts yelling and struggling out of a surprisingly iron-clad hug coming from a sick person.

Victor only watched them off to the side with a delighted laugh. When they make eye contact, Victor gives him a knowing smile and Yuri blushes to the roots and yells expletives even louder and finally breaks free.

When he’s out of their apartment, he slumps against the wall and looks down the halls for anyone before clutching at his chest with deep sigh. God what the fuck.

Otabek doesn’t push about his NOT-crush when he rants about Yuuri to him but Yuri purses his lips and frowns when there’s a small smile on his lips, grainy over Skype but there nonetheless.

Once Victor and Yuuri get married, Yuri vehemently denies crying and leans into Otabek on a secluded bench in the rose garden where the wedding was held, away from the drunk chaos. He doesn’t hurt but he does feel a sort of longing for that type of pure unadulterated happiness and love, not that he would ever admit it.

It’s quiet other than the babbling of the fountain and he feels warm, pressed against Beka’s side. He’s glad to have seen him sooner, Skype calls don’t do this justice, the light scent of Beka’s cologne, the content shine in his eyes, and the weight and there-ness of his body. His laugh is always nicer to hear in person too.

He can honestly say he’s missed Beka even though they Skype every few days.

Otabek shifts and puts an arm around Yuri and he can feel his heart beat a little faster and his face warms when he realizes his body and emotions are betraying him once again.

For fucks sake.

Yours Unfaithfully [Chapter 7]

Originally posted by jackbumfan

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It was such a simple request, with not so simple implications. On the one hand, Jaebum wasn’t here and Jackson loved you. You’d be lying if you denied that maybe you were starting to feel a little something too. One the other, there was still Jaebum. You hated that he still held you captive but to deny that you weren’t still in love with him, would also be a lie.

But… No matter what you decided… There was no way in hell you were going to be able to think about anything else tonight.

It had been almost three weeks since Jackson first kissed you and still you hadn’t given him an answer.

You were tempted to tell him the words he wanted to hear when you were with him. You were almost ready to try and move on to a new relationship but almost wasn’t enough.

Each time you saw him in that time, he pressed his luck just a little further, kissing you more, longer, giving you countless reasons to say yes.

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Too hot

Summary: Never cheat on your girlfriend.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Mostly language.
Word count: 1367
Notes: With this one-shot I hope to finally overcome my writer’s block. It could have been better but it was really hard to write it. Although I hope you’ll like it! As always: my native language isn’t English, so sorry for my bad grammar or punctuation.

It was a beautiful spring day. Sun was shining brightly but it was slightly cold outside so instead going out somewhere you were inside, sitting near the window, silently doodling in your sketchbook. Meanwhile, your boyfriend Bucky was jogging on a treadmill in the spare room which you called ‘the gym’. This was his way of relaxing and clearing his mind. Obviously it would be more fun jogging outside but you wanted to relax a little bit and Bucky didn’t want to jog alone.

Actually, he didn’t like to be alone. A few years ago, when you two still lived in the Avenger headquarters with the other Avengers, he always tried to be with someone in the same room (usually Steve or Sam), and when you two started dating he was always following you like a little lost puppy. You didn’t mind that at all because it was so cute and you always liked his company. And now the two of you happily lived together in this beautiful apartment in Brooklyn. There wasn’t anything more you could ask.

The sound of a ringing phone scared the shit out of you making you jump a little and make a thick black line on your drawing. You sighted heavily; Bucky still hasn’t changed his ringtone even if you asked him to do so a million times already. It was a horrific loud sound and you had no idea why he would even consider choosing this song as his ringtone.

Bucky probably had his earphones on and didn’t hear anything, so you stood up and took his phone from the coffee table with the intention of bringing it to him. You started walking out of the room but then accidentally glimpsed at the phone’s screen and it made you to stop dead in your tracks.

It was the contact’s name that made your heart sink. It was ‘Ellis’ with the pink flower emoji. You had no idea who this Ellis was but what made you worried the most was the fact, that Bucky never added emojis to his contact’s names, not even to yours or Steve’s names.  You had no idea what’s going to happen next but you answered and put the phone next to your ear.

“Hey there, love. I know you promised to call me later but I couldn’t wait any longer! I found this wonderful place that we must visit. It might be the right one. I’ll text you the address so come here ASAP.”

And that was all. The girl was talking very fast but you remember every single word which you repeated over and over again in your head. How could this happen to you? You never thought that Bucky could ever cheat on you. You had few boyfriends who were total assholes but you believed that Bucky was different. After all he was such a gentleman and just a very nice and honest guy. But you were wrong and it made you so sad and furious at the same time.

You felt a lump forming in your throat and tears threatening to well up but you defeated the need of crying. You were a strong independent woman and no man, no matter how strong or pretty, stamp you down. You inhaled sharply and fiercely stormed out of your living room to the gym.

You almost kicked down the door while trying to get in and looked at Bucky. Ex-assassin stopped running the moment he saw you.

“What happened?” He asked while taking off his earphones and stepping down the treadmill.

He wanted to go to you but he stopped once you threw his phone to his head. (Un)fortunately he easily caught it with his hand.

“Oh I don’t know, maybe I found out that you were cheating on me?” You said with a fake smile on your face. You clenched your fists as you waited for him to start talking again.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Bucky giggled out and crossed his hands.

That little piece of shit. He was caught red-handed but he still acted like nothing had happened. And that fuckin’ smug smile on his face literally made your blood boil.

“Why are you still lying to me?” You said and felt your hands starting to tremble. You couldn’t stand his bullshit anymore; you needed for him to start talking and fast. You had to know the answer why would he lie to you, why he would betray you like this. After all what you two have been through, at least what he could do was to be honest.

“I’m not lying. I really have no idea. Please just stay calm, doll…” When he finally saw how furious you actually were he tried to calm you down. Unfortunately it made you angrier.

“Don’t you dare ‘doll’ me!” With these words your whole body went down in flames.

For many years you had full control on your fire manipulation ability but this nonsense with Bucky and that other girl Ellis made you forget all your training and all what you’ve learned over the years. You couldn’t think straight and all you wanted to do was to kick burn your (probably ex?) boyfriend’s ass.

“Oh shit, y/n!” Bucky was a little bit frightened now, especially when you started to move towards him looking like you just jumped out of a volcano. Maybe he was a super soldier but even he could not die in fire.

At a moment Bucky had no idea what to do. He really didn’t know what you were talking about, so saying it again obviously won’t help. He could try talking you out of the idea of setting him on fire but you obviously weren’t in the mood of jokes or friendly chatter.

The ex-assassin started desperately looking around for something that could save his ass from a wrathful goddess of fire that you were and then saw his salvation. He skillfully ran quickly to the other side of the room and grabbed the fire extinguisher. He swiftly pulled the pin and once he got a good aim at you, Bucky pulled the lever and a large amount of foam came out covering you from head to toes.

Once the flames were gone Bucky tossed the empty fire extinguisher and rushed over to you. He heard you sniffle and he hugged you (a big foam mountain) as tight as he can.

“I’m sorry, doll. I didn’t want to do this to you but you left me no choice.” Bucky chuckled and when he felt that you were trying to escape his embrace, he held you even tighter. “I don’t know where you got the idea that I was cheating but believe me, I would never do that.”

“Ellis called. She called you ‘love’ and there was a flower emoji next to her name.” You finally mumbled out. Your burning (pun-intended) rage was gone and now you felt like a sad and little person. You wiped as much foam as you could from your face and shut your eyes off.

“Oh my god.” Bucky exhaled deeply. “Ellis is an event planner. Wanda gave me her number. Actually she herself added Ellis to my contacts so she probably added that flower enuji-thing, too.”

“Oh.” That was all that you could say. You accused Bucky of doing something he didn’t and now you felt horrible. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be, doll. It was just a small mistake. No biggie.” He said and smiled brightly. Jesus, Bucky was the best boyfriend ever. “Hey, after all it was awesome and now you’re all naked under all this foam.” Bucky winked acting overly seductive.

You rolled your eyes but silently chuckled. “James Buchanan Barnes, where did your lovable gentleman’s side go?” You gently slapped his shoulder getting more foam on him. “And if you want to know, I have fireproof underwear so no, I’m not naked.”

“We can always fix that.” He murmured seductively right next to your ear and once you started laughing, he put his lips on yours while you wrapped your hands around his neck.

You were so lucky that your boyfriend was genuinely good and such a nice person.


Originally posted by seungcheofine


Warnings: Public, daddy!kink, over stimulation, spanking, underage drinking.

Bass shakes the foundation of the fraternity house as students mill about the living room, red cups in hand. Some awful remix of an even worse pop song drowns out any and all conversation but no one seems to mind. The goal of the party is to let loose after the stress of finals and as your eyes sweep over the dance floor, you note that plenty of people are doing just that.

“I see you guys are letting the kids off their leash for the night,” you note to Jeonghan as the two of you observe the party from your spot atop the kitchen island. “Good for them. They deserve some fun,” you laugh as you catch sight of two of the pledges helping another in a keg stand.

Jeonghan rolls his eyes as he reaches for the bottle of vodka behind you. “Sure,” he hums as he refills your glasses, “I just hope they took our advice about not getting too wasted. Cleaning this place with a hangover is a bitch.”

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Work it out- Jikook (smut)

Jimin sighs as he sits on the end of his bed. “Vacations are a gift and a curse” he thinks. He had a wonderful time, traveling around the world to diffrent destinations with his members, but he also let loose and ate everything he could get his hands on. Now that they have returned and are getting ready for their schedual to become packed again, he knows that means diets and exercise are on the horizon, and he sighs again.

Back to the mundane task of sit ups, push ups and weight training. He can feel his muscles burning already. He runs a hand through his brown hair and collapses back onto his bed, releasing a long suffering groan. There has to be a better way. A way to get in shape, stay in shape and it not be a soul sucking routine.

So wrapped up in his thoughts, he forgot he wasn’t alone and almost falls off his bed at how hard he jumps at his hyung’s voice.

“What’s wrong Jiminnie?”

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New York- Brendon and Sarah Urie (poly) Part one

You and Sarah were out shopping in New York City while Brendon was rehearsing for the Broadway show Kinky Boots. He’s always wanted to do theater and you and Sarah were more than willing to moving to New York for a while to be with your husband.

“Brendon said he’s done at 2 today, so do you want to start heading over there. He should be done in about 20 minutes.” Sarah asked.

“Yeah. Do you know if we’re doing anything later?” you asked.

In all honesty the past month or so has consisted of the same things everyday. Waking up and walking around the city. You were happy to be with Sarah, but you didn’t really have time to be with Brendon. You also were starting to miss your quiet home back in California.

“I don’t think so. We’ll probably just hang out. Brendon has been pretty tired lately from rehearsals. Why anything you want to do?” Sarah asked.

You shook your head no. you understood that Brendon needed rest, but you couldn’t help but feel trapped in the big city. For the past few days you’ve wanted to just be on your own. You loved Sarah from the bottom of your heart and you love Brendon too, but you needed space. You had been spending basically 24/7 with Sarah and barely any time with Brendon and it was starting to make you feel distant from the two of them for some reason.

“Y/N you’re being pretty quiet today. Are you okay?” Sarah asked.

“Yeah, just missing home.” you said and she dropped the topic knowing you weren’t up for talking.

After walking the 20 minute walk back to the theater you stood outside the exit Brendon came out of everyday. There were a few people standing by the door and when you got closer you realized they were fans of Panic at the Disco.

“Oh my god. It’s Sarah and Y/N. Hi.” one girl said.

“Hey there. You all waiting for Brendon?” Sarah asked trying to start conversation to pass time.

“Yeah. Can I get a picture with you guys?” she asked.

You both nodded and the girl took a picture with the two of you.

You were in the middle of taking a picture with a boy when you saw Brendon on the phone screen photobombing. You finished the picture and all the fans took picture with Brendon.

“It was nice meet all of you, but we should get going.” Brendon spoke to the fans.

They were understanding and Brendon started walking with you and Sarah on either side of him.

“So how did you two pass the time today?” Brendon asked once down the street a little.

“Oh just some shopping and talking.” Sarah said.

“Right, spending all my money.” Brendon joked and Sarah nudged him to stop laughing.

You had been quiet since you started walking and you knew they both knew something was wrong.

“What’s up Y/N? You don’t seem yourself.” Brendon asked.

“Nothing, just tired I think.” you said monotoned.

You saw Brendon look at Sarah and her shrug her shoulders. Brendon put his arm around you and pull you closer.

His touch was nice, it was the first time in a few days that Brendon gave you one on one touch. Not that you were jealous of him and Sarah, because neither of you had been Brendon’s number 1 priority. He didn’t realize it, because if he did he would have changed that. He was just really busy, so you couldn’t be mad at him.   

When the three of you finally reached your New York home Sarah and Brendon sat on the couch continuing the conversation they were having. Instead of spending time with them you wanted some space to yourself. Just take a minute for you. Only you.

“I’m going to walk the dogs. I’ll be back later.” you said grabbing the leashes and putting it on Penny and Bogart.

“Wait up. I’ll come with you.” Brendon said jumping from the couch.

“No.” you said quickly. “I mean, no I’ll be fine.”

“Y/N you know I don’t like you guys going out alone in the city, it’s not really safe.” Brendon said.

“I’ll be safe, I just need some air.” you said walking to the door, but Brendon held on to your arm so your couldn’t move.

“Babe, talk to me. You’re acting really strange. What’s wrong?” he said low, that way Sarah didn’t hear.

“You don’t have to whisper. I’m fine, now please Brendon, a little space.” you said and he dropped your arm from his grip.

You left and when you finally made it out of the building you were relieved to feel the warm spring air. The feeling of suffocation was the only way to explain how you’ve felt. You had never really been in a city for longer than a week before and the large amount of people around you all the time was making you feel like you were losing your independence. You felt bad that you snapped at Brendon and lied to both of them, but you felt stupid saying you didn’t want to be around them. You needed a break, but how were you supposed to just leave. You didn’t want them to worry, or be mad.

What was only supposed to be a walk around the block turned into a 2 hour walk around the city until you reached the park.

You were currently on a bench in central park with Penny and Bogart in the shade under the bench. You were taking in how free you could feel in the park. A huge park in the middle of a city, the only peace you could find.

You started to think of all things you missed back home and all the things that have changed since you had come here.

‘Maybe Sarah is feeling the same way, suffocated. I hope not.’ you thought to yourself.

When you felt a raindrop hit your leg it pulled you from your thoughts. You realized you were about 20 blocks from your place. You pulled out your phone to text Brendon or Sarah that you were on your way back now, but your phone was dead.

You started your walk back to the place, you didn’t care that it was raining. It felt kind of good and the dogs didn’t mind, they’re dogs.

After a 1 hour walk back home you were soaked. You walked into a quiet dark apartment. You dried the dogs, then decided it was probably best if you just showered and went to bed. You first plugged your phone into charge incase you had any texts from Brendon or Sarah.

From Brendon

Are you okay. It’s been like 3 hours and we’re starting to get nervous.

Received 5:34pm

From Sarah

Where are you Y/N. Brendon is starting to freak out. Please answer your phone.

Received 5:36pm

From Sarah

I calmed him down enough and we are going to grab some food. Your phone probably died. Text us soon, please. Love you.

Received 5:45pm

From Brendon

I’m sorry if I did anything to upset you. I love you and I’ll see you later.

Received 6:02pm

It was now nearly 7:30. You sent them a text to the group chat you had saying you were at home and you love them.

You got in the shower and felt worse than before. Something about this apartment made you feel like you couldn’t go anywhere. You needed out, you needed to leave. It broke your heart saying that, but you knew what was best for you.

Once you got out of the shower you got online and looked at plane ticket back home. The soonest one was at midnight. You looked at the time and saw that it was almost 8. You booked it without thinking of Brendon nor Sarah and got dressed.

You remember all those times when you were dating that you would book flights to go see Brendon and Sarah while he was touring, but this was different. You were leaving quickly to get away from them. Maybe it wasn’t them, it was the city.

You had just closed your suitcase when you heard the dogs start barking, meaning Brendon and Sarah were just coming in.

You heard your name being called, but there was no rush to get out there. Something wasn’t right inside of you and you knew it. You had no excitement that you usually do when you see Brendon or Sarah. ‘Maybe this whole relationship was a mistake. A wast of 3 years, a waste of wedding, or maybe you were just a waste of life.’

“What’s the suitcase for?” Sarah asked when she came into the bedroom.

“I- I’m, leaving.” you said with a lump in your throat. You were holding back tears.

“What? What do you mean?” Sarah asked voice clearly concerned.

“I’m sorry. I really am. I just need to go.”

“Go where?” you heard Brendon’s voice from behind you and you turned around.

“My flight leaves in about 4 hours. I should probably get going.” you said trying to leave the room, but Brendon blocked you in.

“Y/N, what’s wrong. I don’t want to hear that you’re fine, because I know you and I know when you’re not okay.” Brendon said holding your face up to look at him.

You felt Sarah behind you rubbing your back soothingly.

“I just feel like I’m trapped. I don’t really know, I just need to go home and sort some things out, for me. I love you guys, but I need this for me. Please understand.” you begged with tears filling your eyes.

“We understand Y/N.” Sarah said and she hugged you.

Brendon joined the hug.

“I love you. Call me when you land?” Brendon said and you nodded.

With one last goodbye, kiss, and hug you were gone. You knew it wouldn’t be for long, but leaving you husband and wife just like that tore your heart to shreds

Tissues, Tears, & Tarotprose

Y’all ready to get shook? No? I wasn’t either.


It wasn’t anything I didn’t ask for. I knew what I was getting into. General reading, I didn’t mind what was discussed, 3 cards, let’s go for it. Simple, straight to the point, an all around good time.

Oh my. Let me learn you a thing.

Ivan’s readings aren’t just advice. They’re an experience. They’re an emotional purging of things you’ve been holding on to for years, some you may have even forgotten about. They’re cathartic and raw and wonderful all in the same amazing package. He has a way of finding the connections in the cards that I’ve never seen before (and admittedly, and kind of jealous about because who DOESN’T want talent like that?!) and eloquently explains them to you with the kindest tone. 

I wasn’t ready for what I received.

What he gives is more than just a reading. It’s a gift. It’s a time of spiritual healing. It’s an empowering wave that gives you just the right push to move forward. No, it’s far more than a reading. It’s a lifeline that he’s offering you, and in his delivery it’s as if he’s found you in the midst of a storm, pulls you into his boat, and reassures you that you aren’t alone. 

So there I am, this gift in my hands, and now comes the biggest question : wtf do I do with it? Do I take the advice, sit on it a bit, and continue going my own way? Or do I listen to the words he spoke to my soul, clutching to the images of the cards in my head, and push forward into something strange and unknown but far more necessary than I realized?

I’m gonna move forward. Duh. Because he literally left me with cracks all over the place and leaks were springing out of these two puffy circles in my face where my eyeballs are. 

I don’t think I’ve ever felt more vulnerable but safe than while he was reading my cards. I know I’ll never be able to hold a candle to his talent, and that’s okay because I need to go my own way. But hot damn.

If you ever get a chance to get a reading from him, fucking do it. Like, eat ramen for a week if you need to. 500/10 recommend. 

Types of YouTubers’ reaction to BTS

“You guys have been requesting for me to react to BTS so many times. Like yall are crazy. So finally, I’m going to watch their most recent video.”

*Watches the first part of the blood sweat and tears dance*

“Wait wait wait hold up. Was that a girl? This is a boy group, right? What the hell…oh my god it’s a guy. He looks like a girl!”

“I’ve seen a few YouTubers do this K-pop react kind of video so I’m going to jump on the bandwagon. I don’t really know what it’s about though.”

*Sees the boys dancing*

“What….how many people are there?! What the hell! Why are there so many? Let me count…1..2….3..4….5. Holy shit that’s gotta be like 10 members.”

“Hey, guys! I have a video requested by one of you on twitter! It’s called BTS - Fire. Interesting name. Let’s check it out”

*Everything is on fire*

“Uh, why is everything on fire! What the hell why is that guy on fire. The plane is on fire?! Now the bike is on fire? They must really like fire”

“What’s up viewers! Apologies for the late update. But, I’m back! And what better way to start then with some Kpop!”

*Halfway through spring day*

“What is going on…? Like I’m so confused. What? Why is he on a train? Why is he alone in the snow? Why is his hair pink? Oh god, I don’t understand! Why are they sitting on top of a mountain of clothes?!”

These are all based on my personal experience from watching countless reaction videos. Be aware that they are being exaggerated for comedic purposes. I do not mean to offened anyone!

Part 1 of the YouTubers’ reaction to BTS :)

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geminigem91  asked:

14 or 21 please!

21. You owe me closure. You at least owe me that. 

There will probably be a part 2 to this. I don’t know how it got so long.

Word Count: 2115

“You still haven’t heard from him?”

“Nope,” you say woefully into the phone, eyes zoned out on nothing while your fingers pluck pieces of lint from a couch pillow. You’ve been something close to a zombie all week, unable to perform normal human activities like eating and sleeping and socializing regularly. In fact this is only the second time you’ve spoken to your best friend since you told her about Ashton’s impulse to leave you exactly eight days ago. 

You say impulse because it came as a surprise to you, but who knows how long he was contemplating it before finalizing his decision. You still can’t figure out what caused him to do it, the reflection you’ve done on the days prior to his announcement showing no obvious reasons, and no assistance coming from the man himself given his refusal to answer your texts. 

“Well we should do something tonight,” Sahar proposes. “Actually no, you don’t have a choice in the matter. We’re going out.“ 

You groan the vocal equivalent of a moose call, hating the idea of leaving your house with so much post-breakup sadness to lug around with you. “I don’t even like the bars around here,” you complain. 

“You will once you’ve got a few drinks down your gullet,” she insists. 

You smile for what feels like the first time in your life, Sahar’s odd choice of words never ceasing to entertain you. A glance at the clock on the wall tells you it’s only three in the afternoon, leaving plenty of time to get ready should you agree to her plans. 

“I don’t want to stay out too late.” 

"I’ll have you home by midnight, how’s that?" 

"I guess." 

She chuckles at your bland excitement. "Pick you up at 8. Look hot." 

"Are you implying that I don’t always?" 

"I’m just guessing you’ve been in the same sweatpants since Monday." 

She knows you too well. 

"I’ll put on a push-up bra just for you,” you tease. 

The smile on Sahar’s face is evident when she proudly states, “That’s my girl.”


Sahar was right about you warming up to the bar after being persuaded by the right amount of alcohol. It started off too noisy and too scented of nicotine, but as your third glass of something blueberry burns it’s way down your throat, you feel more at home. 

One thing that still doesn’t thrill you, though, is the endless stream of men lining up to hit on you. You begin to regret taking Sahar’s advice to dress up for the occasion, tired of denying one person’s offer to buy you a drink just to be met with another within the span of a few minutes. You’re pretty sure one guy even came back around to try for a second chance. All of these poor suckers, thinking you’re emotionally available. 

Another part that could be better is that you haven’t quite stopped thinking about Ashton. The alcohol serves as a decent distraction, and Sahar is using all of her best tactics to make sure you’re having a good time, but there’s always something in your line of vision that reminds you you’re in no position to be as happy as you’re attempting to be. 

The fact that the bar Sahar chose to help you get over Ashton is merely half a block away from Ashton’s apartment complex doesn’t relieve your mind either. She had no way of knowing; she hasn’t been to his place before. But you constantly find yourself peeking at the entrance, hoping to catch Ashton and his group of friends walking in, and fantasizing about what you’d say to him. 

The night creeps along slowly, the beverages adding up until you’re thoroughly intoxicated and in need of a restroom. Some of your and Sahar’s mutual friends have come out and joined your breakup party to show their support and grumble about their own love lives, and act of allegiance you might’ve appreciated more if one of them weren’t Sahar’s girlfriend. Witnessing their subtle gestures of intimacy as they both stay engaged with the group conversation makes it slightly more difficult for you to accept your newly single relationship status. 

After your fourth refill of the same poison, you excuse yourself from the booth your friends have taken over, no longer able to deny your body the relief it’s needed since drink number three. The short hallway leading to the bathrooms is quiet, allowing your brain, whether you like it or not, to think more efficiently. Bad luck for you since Ashton remains the hottest topic of your thoughts. 

You pull out your phone after giving your hands a good wash, tempted to text him until you’re exposed to the multiple blue boxes of a one-sided conversation. Unwanted tears spring to your eyes as you genuinely wonder how he can just ignore you like that. You were his girlfriend for fuck’s sake; you were supposed to mean something to him. 

With a long look in the sink’s mirror, you decide that you’re sober enough to walk to his apartment. You’ll have to do it alone since there’s no way in hell Sahar would approve of you going out of your way to see him, and to be fair, you’re not exactly proud of the idea yourself. It’s way past dark outside, you’ve got nothing but drunk bravery to defend yourself should someone approach you, and Ashton certainly doesn’t deserve your relentless effort to reach out to him. But you need answers, and this might be the only way you’re going to get them. 

Without informing Sahar or the other girls, you sneak out of a back door at the end of the hallway and begin your trek to Ashton’s place. It’s really not that far away, it’d take less than a minute to drive, and though your heels succeed at slowing you down you make it to the complex in the absence of breaking a sweat. 

The key code Ashton gave you when you first started dating is all you need to get into the building, and from there on out it’s like you’re a resident. You take the elevator to the fourth floor, a hassle that used to bother you when you went grocery shopping with him and had to make more than one trip out to the car. 

As you close in on his front door, it occurs to you for the first time that he might not even be home. You’re grateful for not thinking of that sooner, though, since it might have stopped you from coming. 

You expect to have to wait a while after knocking on the wooden surface, either to determine that he isn’t here or to give him a chance to get out of bed. It’s late, after all, and Ashton’s a fan of waking up early for morning gym sessions. But the door swings open almost immediately, Ashton appearing wide awake and dressed. He looks like he’s beginning a sentence until he sees that it’s you standing in front of him, stopping him in his tracks. 

“Y/n?” he asks, his relaxed expression changing to one of concern. 

You cross your arms, his face awakening the anger you’ve spent eight days building up toward him, and the alcohol in your system encouraging you to let loose. 

“Look, if you want to break up with me, you’re gonna have to do it like a decent human being,” you say, taking a step forward. 

He’s immobile, the shock of seeing you unexpectedly taking a toll on his response. You’re glad to see you still have some affect on him. 

“Say something,” you demand weakly. 

It takes a moment, but finally he sighs, extending his hand to touch your elbow but retracting it before any contact is made. 

“Y/n,” he says again, “I get it. I get why you… But you can’t be here right now." 

Your jaw quivers against your will. "Oh okay, is there a better time for you?” You scoff. “How about yesterday, or two days ago, or any day for the past week, Ashton, because I’ve been trying to talk to you!" 

He shushes you frantically, as if the volume of your voice might set off an alarm system. It only pisses you off more. 

"What did I do to you?” you ask rhetorically. “Why do you think I deserve to be treated like this?" 

He anxiously glances down the hallway, not paying a bit of attention to what you’re saying. His blunt behavior triggers a more sensitive emotion in you, and you wipe your eye before a drop can escape it. He returns his gaze, your effort to prevent yourself from crying not going unnoticed by him. His brows knit together; all of his actions seem hesitant, apparently torn with an internal battle of his own. 

"You need to leave,” he says again, gently yet firm. 

You shake your head. “Not until we talk." 

He takes a deep breath, casting another brief glance toward the distant elevators. Something tells you he’s not sold on giving in to your request. 

"Ashton, please” you sadly beg, hating yourself for it. “You owe me closure. You at least owe me that." 

"I know, baby, I know,” he quietly admits, the regret in his voice taking you by surprise. 

You wait. 

His standoffish posture gradually eases. “Is your car parked out front?” he asks. 

You scowl, unable to see what that has to do with anything. “No, I walked from the bar down the road. Why?" 

Every muscle in his body tightens. "By yourself?" 

Oh, he better not have the audacity to lecture you about safety right now. 

"It’s not like you were gonna come to me." 

He bites his bottom lip, deciding to save this talk for another time. "Did anyone see you come in?" 

"I don’t know? Who cares?" 

All of a sudden Ashton grabs your wrist and leads you inside his apartment, closing and locking the door behind you. You’d pat yourself on the back for getting through to him if you didn’t have the feeling something strange is going on. 

"Y/n, you really can’t stay long.” He turns to face you, his close proximity coming naturally. 

Your eyes squint when you look up at him, trying to pick his mind for what’s really going on. “Are you expecting someone?” you ask. His resistance to answer tells you you’re right. Your jaw falls agape with a painful realization. “Is it a girl?" 

"No,” he’s quick to shoot the idea down, “No-no-no, baby, it’s nothing like that." 

His hands instinctively reach for yours. You look down, repulsed by the gesture. He’s keeping something from you. 

"Why do you keep calling me that?” His use of the pet name hitting you like a bullet every time it slips out. 

“Because I still feel like you’re mine." 

"Then why did you-" 

Knocking twice as powerful as yours sounds against the outside of Ashton’s front door. It startles you, causing you to squeeze his large hands for comfort. 

"You need to hide,” Ashton whispers seriously. 

“What? No." 

"Don’t argue with me, Y/n." 

"Don’t tell me what to do,” you say stubbornly, earning yourself a palm over your mouth. Ashton turns you around and forces you to walk forward, his hand cutting off your ability to curse at him. You try licking, biting, groaning through his palm, but nothing works. 

The two of you reach his bedroom, where he kind of drops you inside. You’re ready to fight him at this point, but he begins whispering directions before you can catch your breath. 

“You’re to lock this door and not open it until I come get you. Understand?" 

"No I don’t fucking understand, I don’t know what the hell is going on,” you whisper back angrily. 

“I promise I’ll explain everything later-" 

The heavy knocking picks back up, and a man’s muffled voice calls out Ashton’s name. He sounds aggravated, like he’s not used to having to wait for people. 

You gaze at Ashton for some kind of reassurance. He looks worried, and if something’s unsettling to him you know it can’t be good. 

"You promise?” you ask. 

“Yes.” He cups your face tenderly and gives you a kiss that you can barely feel under the circumstances. “Trust me." 

And then he’s gone, out to face whoever’s impatiently awaiting entrance. You don’t realize you’re shaking until you fumble with the doorknob, locking it as quickly as you can. You melt down beside it, legs bending in awkward ways courtesy of your heels, and press your ear against the thin barrier. 

You wait. 

Writing Prompts



Harry Styles - 2884 words (SMUT)


“They’re finally risen from the dead!” Drew jokes as I push through the door of Harry’s basement door, already rolling my eyes before I even can close the glass door behind me, wind gushing from behind me. I grunt as I push past Sheryl, the only other girl in our small, secluded friend group who is shrugging her coat and scarf from her body. “I’ve missed you too, fuckface.” I chuckle as I ruffle my hands through Drew’s long blonde locks, a shriek emanating from his lips as he pushes my hands roughly away from his face.

“Where’s Oscar? I thought Y/n was the last one to finish her finals from the lot of us.”  Sheryl states as she lets her small frame fall down next to Drew, my own legs carrying me over to the love seat near the end of the room. I scrunch up my face, supported by a smile when Harry passes me and hands me a beer, my fingers curling around the brown bottle as I raise it in a silent form of gratitude. “Coming later, he was busy with his girlfriend.”

“At least one of the lot is getting lucky sometime soon, can’t say that about the rest of you.” Harry jokes as he sits down to my left. I smirk and breathe through my nose, bringing the bottle to my lips as I take a small sip. “You’re very confident about your own performances in bed, Harry.” Sheryl counteracts, a snort leaving Drew’s lips before he slaps his knee and doubles over in laughter. Harry’s cheeks are tinted pink and I lift my legs and tuck them underneath my bum, holding them in place with one hand resting on my shin.

I have never heard a woman complain Drew. Can you say the same?” Harry strikes, his signature smirk you’d see all over the magazines plastered onto his features, Sheryl and I hollering as we see Drew’s eyes widen. “You fuckin’ prick, that was a onetime thing.” He accusingly points his nearly empty bottle at the only other male in the room, the glass making an almost shattering sound as it hits the expensive, mahogany coffee table that Harry had bought after Oscar was convinced he could dance single ladies by Beyoncé on Harry’s coffee table, only to fall through it and breaking his leg in the process. It was a good laugh afterwards and something we’d bring up every time Beyoncé came on the radio.

“One time too many, Drew.” I state, choosing Harry’s side on this one and he holds out his fist for me to fist bump him. Our conversation is momentarily stilled when the door reopens and in comes Oscar, his nose red from the cold outside as he rubs his hands together to gain a little warmth. “Lovely to see you, how did it go?” Oscar greets me and I shake my head, letting him know that it was so and so. “With you?”

“Eh, we’ll see. Not ready to go work anyway.” Oscar shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly and a dry chuckle leaves my lips and I salute him, agreeing with his statement. “What were we talking about?” He asks as he drops to Harry’s left, an unopened bottle of beer already held between his red hands.
“Our pathetic sex lives. Well, the three of us, not you two.” Sheryl answers but at the end of the sentence points her manicured nail towards Oscar and Harry, Oscar immediately grinning but Harry keeping his face blank.

“It’s been quite a while though.” Harry shrugs his shoulders, leaning back against his sofa as he spreads his legs, completely relaxing as he lets his eyes drift closed and reopens them slowly.
“How is that possible? I’m pretty sure every woman throws herself at your feet, Casanova.” I giggle, shifting my weight so I’m more leaning towards Harry. In the past years, since the band had become even more famous, he had grown up to be a successful, dapper man every girl swooned over.

I wasn’t blind to his characteristics either, the way he lazily carried his large body around, that stupid grin of his, and the dimples, oh those fucking dimples accompanied by that smile.

“It isn’t as tempting as it sounds though. Are you even getting any action? Accusing me of whoring around.” Harry smirks, a grin breaking through his façade as he crosses his arms over one another and keeps his eyes focused on me. I can feel my cheeks heat up as the other two boys and Sheryl stare at me in wonder, something I never really opened up about was my pathetic, nonexistent sex life.

I shrug my shoulders, trying to come off as non-caring as I mutter underneath my breath, hoping he’d let it slide just this once. “How long has it been?” Harry leans closer towards me to hear the words that leave my lips better, the bright red color on my cheeks even etching itself deeper and becoming more intense with every passing second.
“Almost a year.” I mutter under my breath and Harry widens his eyes but doesn’t say anything else, Sheryl deciding to come to my aid instantly as she speaks up.

“It has been almost six months, and he was bad. I’m not saying regular I didn’t like it, like it gave me nightmares after bad. That bad.” She chuckles and I smile at her in a grateful manner, slowly closing my eyes and reopening my eyes as I suck my bottom lip between my teeth.

“I’ll have to disappoint you ladies, only a week ago.” Drew proudly states and Sheryl slaps his across the back, a hiss leaving his lips at the impact. Harry decides to share the exact time of the matter as well and grumbles a “Month” underneath his breath before he chugs the rest of his bottle down.

“It’s been lovely hanging out with you again, but I’m knackered and I’m going off to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow yeah?” Oscar pushes himself up on his feet and dusts his jeans off, everyone muttering their goodbye’s, okay’s or simply nodding their head as we see him depart with a swift push through the door and into the cold. “He’s right though, I have work in the morning, I should head off too.” Drew sighs, rubbing his face tiredly as a harsh, loud groan leaves his lips. “Do you need a ride home?” He turns to Sheryl, who is almost asleep on the soft, plush sofa and nods her head tiredly.

“Can you? I’m not in the mood for a walk.” Sheryl pushes herself lazily into a sitting position, grasping the blanket closer to her body as her eyes momentarily drift closed again. “Let’s go before you fall asleep on my ass and I can carry you again like last time.” Drew chuckles as he pushes Sheryl up onto her feet, giving her another short push and guiding her towards her coat. “You good?” He turns to me and I give him a thumbs up. I loved walking home in the dark, the only thing lighting up my way being the street lights and leaving me alone with my thoughts and complete silence. Harry only lived two streets from me so it wasn’t that far anyway.

“Good. I’ll spring by when I’m off work. Later kids.” Drew salutes both of us and pushes Sheryl into the cold who immediately protests as she tries to push back inside. Both Harry and I let laughter slip past our lips as we watch the both of them interact with one another before they disappear from our sight completely.

“I missed hanging out with you all.” Harry sighs out as he hands me another full bottle, a muttering of thanks leaving my lips before I take a sip already. I sigh out, savoring the taste of the clean breath entering my lungs and I let my eyes close briefly as I exhale. “I’m glad you’re on a break, Harry. It isn’t the same without you.” I pat his leg which is closest to me, letting him know physically that I really appreciate him being back and spending time with his friends.

‘”I have to ask you though..” Harry starts but trails off immediately, biting his bottom lip as his green eyes catch mine, the dim lighting making them shine even brighter than they’d normally do. “Hm?”
“Don’t you get like, less picky or desperate after a year? I mean it has only been a month and I feel like I might combust.” Harry chuckles dryly, scratching his neck awkwardly as his gaze averts from mine, anywhere in the room except for on me.

An unattractive snort pushes itself past my lips and my eyes widen immediately as my hands flies over my mouth to cover the horrible sound, Harry’s eyes darting towards me again as he grants me with a cute, dimpled smile. “I get very desperate, but then I help myself out and I’m good for another week. I don’t want to crawl onto the scum of the earth, which I’d settle for if I actually fucked someone at that point.” I laugh, the blush permanently etched on my cheeks as it is now my turn to avoid Harry’s wandering gaze.

“And what would you consider ‘scum of the earth’?” Harry makes air quotations around my words, setting his bottle down as he intertwines his ringed fingers in front of him, his elbows leaning on his knees. I bite my lip before I let my tongue dart out to wet the already red flesh, thinking of a good example, one at once popping into mind. “Like Thomas.”
Harry’s face scrunches up in disgust as his mouth falls open, “You didn’t fuck him right?!”

“I said it was an example jeez Harry I would never.” I let my eyes widen but keep a stupid grin on my face, I’m so, so tired but this conversation is quite interesting. Harry and I would almost always have the most weird conversations in the A.M. “And to be honest, what I would consider fuckable would never even do me.” I shrug my shoulders, the last sip of my last drink sliding down my throat before I set the bottle down with a loud clank.

“Can I be brutally honest with you?” Harry asks and I nod my head, slightly confused and maybe a bit scared of what he might say right now. “I’d do you.”
I think the grin I grant him with says enough because within a few seconds, Harry’s standing to his feet and leaning over me, pressing his lips feverishly and roughly to mine.

I let my feet fall back to the floor, opening my legs so one of Harry’s pointy knees can rest of the love seat as one of his hands cup my face. We both realize pretty quickly that this isn’t the ideal situation and I push his chest, pushing him upright as I stand to my feet as well. I press my lips to his collarbones, putting pressure onto the tan skin causing Harry to tumble backwards and land in the same spot he had occupied all evening. I straddle his waist, his hands cupping my bum in an instant and our lips finding another again.

“You sure, yeah?” Harry questions against my lips and I don’t respond verbally, only pressing my lips harder to his as I let my fingers waver into his hair. His lips trail towards my jaw, his teeth sinking into the soft skin of my neck as I moan and swiftly unbutton his button up, pushing the soft fabric past his shoulders. I savor the tattooed skin, my hands trailing over the skin bringing goosebumps in their wake.

Harry is quick to discard me of my sweater and tank top, my fingers feverishly fumbling with the button of his jeans. I push myself up onto my feet, immediately sinking to my knees to pull his jeans down towards his ankles. I lick my lips as I see his cock straining against his black boxers, raising back on my feet to let Harry rip my jeans from my own body. He kisses the skin above my waistline as he slowly drags the fabric over my legs, pulling my knickers along with it in one swift, calculated movement.

As I crawl back onto Harry’s lap, now almost completely bare, him pulling his boxers down enough to expose his pre-cum leaking cock to me. I think we’re both desperate for a little release so I position himself underneath me and let myself sink down onto him, groaning in bliss when I feel myself being stretched to my maximum again in so long.

Harry’s hands reach behind me to rid me of my bra and as soon as the article of clothing goes soaring through the sky, his arms wind around me and he pushes our naked torso’s together, thrusting his hips upwards as I circle my hips in eight figure motions. My fingernails are digging into his shoulders, my lips near his ear, kissing the lobe and simultaneously panting into the shell of his ear, muttering how good it feels along with a sputtering of his name every so often.

Harry lets his head fall back, a particular loud groan leaving his lips as I let my teeth graze over his Adam’s apple. My movements are becoming faster, more irregular and needy as I push myself closer to my own edge. “This feels so fuckin’ good.” He mutters, his fingers squeezing into the skin near my hips as he guides me to his pace to reach his own release. I mutter back to him, reassuring him how good it feels as I feel my walls contracting around him, the tingles becoming more and more apparent as I feel my orgasm coming incredibly close. “Harry, I –“

“I know.” He sighs out before he pulls my body closer to his, his arms keeping me in check as he fastens his pace, thrusting rougher and shorter into me and I shriek out against his hair, swallowing over and over again and combining my panting with my loud moaning. Right now I’m so glad Harry has a flat to himself. “Come on Y/n, let go.” He groans again as he lets his teeth sink into my collarbone and a few sharp thrusts is all I need to reach my high, my whole body buzzing as I clamp onto Harry for dear life, my moans become more high pitched and out of breath as I reach down from my own high and feel Harry pound into me at a harsh, rough rate to chase his own orgasm, only tingling my sensitive nerves even more.

Harry comes undone with a loud huff, his body jerking before stilling completely and he pants and moans into my neck, his arms squeezing my even closer to his sweating but also shivering frame. I am still breathing heavily, my breath heating the skin of his neck as I let my head rest on his shoulder. Harry’s fingertips are brushing softly and soothingly over my spine, calming me and almost lulling me to sleep.

“You know, if you keep doing that I’ll fall asleep on you.” I sigh out, my left arm raising to loop around his neck and cling to him even more, still in the same position as we were in a few minutes ago. Harry breathily laughs against my shoulder, his breath sending goosebumps over my back and I squeeze him closer in response. “I know love.” I let my eyes drift closed, I have always loved to hear Harry speak with his thick, British accent and when we were younger he’d always lull me to sleep over the phone when I was stressed, it still, after all these years, had the same effect on me.

“I’ll be a potato sack you won’t get rid of until the morning.” I yawn, lifting my hips and letting Harry softly glide out of me, a breath leaving my lips at the loss of him. “I don’t mind, stay until the morning.”
I reopen my eyes, staring at the tan skin of his neck as I try to think of an appropriate response. When I don’t answer after a few minutes, Harry scrapes his throat again, my eyes falling closed again as sleep begins to overtake me. “Will you?”

“Hm?” I mutter, almost unaware of our position and our nakedness through the body heat I can extract from Harry’s frame. His fingertips are still lightly brushing over my spine and his heartbeat has slowed down again to a calming, steady beat, only encouraging sleep to take over even more.

“Stay until the morning.” He softly speaks again, almost unaware of the giddiness that soars through me at the question. I nod my head against his neck and Harry breathes out a breath he seemed to be holding in as some sort of relief before his hands stop their motions and grasp me by the bum.
“Hold on tight then.” He chuckles against my naked skin before he lifts me up in his arms and carries me off towards his bedroom, now finally realizing why he liked the mornings so much.

I hope you like, Enjoy,
Lots of love,
L. xox

thoughts-of-a-fandom-blogger  asked:

Soul mate marks? Or what about the not aging after you turn 18 until you meet your soulmate

honestly i know this was sent for the other meme but like

  • okay that second one: i love
  • so here, on your right, you have chat noir
  • whom has been chat noir for a very long time
  • was probably the son of a duke or something in 18th century france
  • wanders around aimlessly for a very long time — plagg lets him know when chat noir is needed, the rest of the time it’s just adrien trying not to let on just how old he is
  • he’s met and worked with many ladybugs in the past and privately thought he should’ve aged for each of them
  • he, obviously, did not
  • (probs got the ring v v v young — 15, like in canon, maybe?)
  • his life is a tragedy of never being The One, despite how sure he is of his own feelings
  • ON YOUR LEFT you have ladybug
  • who does not get the miraculous for a very long time
  • born probably somewhere around the turn of the twentieth century
  • she doesn’t wander so much; she stays with her parents until they die and then keeps running the bakery in their absence
  • it’s not really in her nature to stay still, but the bakery has been lauded as the best in paris for a good many years, and it’s the last thing she has of her parents — the least she can do is make sure she maintains its good name
  • she gets the ladybug miraculous somewhere around the turn of the 21st century? probs in 2015, like in canon
  • gabe IS the one who necessitates this, but he’s not adrien’s dad this time around — he’s just a fashion icon who’s bitter about losing his wife before they could spend the rest of their years together, and the miraculous actually have been proven effective in bringing back dead soulmates
  • the cost is astronomically high, of course, but it works, and, at this point, that’s all gabe cares about
  • (bonus points if gave knows full well the cost; if, at some point in all those years, adrien helped one of the ladybugs bring back their soulmate, and gabe was witness to that)
  • and at this point, adrien’s just like: oh, we’re dealing with a butterfly miraculous holder this time? cool, chill, where do i find my ladybug, let’s get this over with
  • he has, maybe, relegated himself to the role of overly-wise mentor and dorky sidekick before he’s even begun — it’s the role he almost always finds himself in, why not get a headstart
  • except ladybug…
  • oh ladybug
  • marinette is so happy with her new role
  • she’s been sick and stuck and stagnating and useless and grey for so long, and being ladybug is like finally getting to breathe for the first time in her life
  • and it’s a lot of pressure, and she’s terrified, but chat is there and she’s finally doing good, and she didn’t realize that this was what she was waiting for, but it was
  • she’s spent her whole life dreaming of meeting a soulmate that would make her existence worth it, and lived long enough to find something better
  • and that enthusiasm just spills out of her every which way, infecting every part of her life, and she loves it
  • remember: chat is very much a large feature of this new life of hers
  • chat is in the background, smiling blankly into the void and going, oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit
  • (she’s beautiful in a way he’d never seen before, charismatic and quick-witted and magnetic in everything she is, and she’s embracing the world — him included — with open arms and a wide smile, and oh gods above if he doesn’t start aging after this, he never will)
  • (it also turns out to be very difficult to be a mentor or a sidekick when your partner insists on actually treating you like a partner)
  • i’m not sure how or when ladybug comes to the realization that chat is most likely her soulmate, but she does, eventually
  • hawkmoth bites the dust before either of them can do anything about this
  • they’re… sort of? ripped away from each other — it turns out that they aren’t actually allowed (on some deep, fundamental level of ‘allowed’) to transform when there isn’t any need for them to be around
  • they’re both kind of understandably ripped up that they won’t be able to spend the rest of their lives with their soulmate, but that’s the way the cookie crumbles and they deal with it
  • adrien decides to settle down in paris, just in case he manages to find her again, and becomes a regular at this nice little bakery nearby
  • (yeah, adrinette is basically a coffee shop au in this au, i know, leaf me alone)
  • and then la paon just sort of… springs out of the woodworks?
  • and adrien’s all ‘oof here we go again, god i miss her alrea— wait what’
  • because normally it’s a new ladybug for every villain no matter how close together said villains are, but this time it’s… the same ladybug? that same ladybug who may or may not be his soulmate?
  • adrien is o v e r j o y e d
  • marinette’s just thankful to get out of the bakery again — maybe she should look into a career switch? into a police officer or a firefighter or something, but chat wouldn’t be there and that’d be kinda sad :(
  • basically, they are stupid happy to be back together again — even if it’s only been a couple of years, they didn’t think they’d see each other again at all
  • la paon goes down too
  • they still don’t know each others identities

okay so, summarizing up the rest of this, they keep going like this, meeting up every so often like this, for a really long time, and by the time they hit their 50th anniversary and neither of them have aged, they kind of lose hope

at least they have each other

(and then it comes out that tikki and plagg are actually their ‘soulmates’ (or at least filling the gap) and, given that the actual function of the whole ‘aging’ mechanic is to make sure that each side ages at the same rate as the other, and the kwami are immortal gods, adrien and ladybug are effectively immortal until they give up the miraculouses)

(idk their identites come out at some point and they spend another few hundred years enjoying each other’s company)

(give me happy otp i beg)

The Right Time (ShikaTema fanfic)

This story is a fanfiction based on the original story Naruto and Naruto Shippūden series by Masashi Kishimoto.

Story: @whitetigerkiara (original title in Spanish “El momento adecuado”

Edition: @whitetigerkiara , @anamicenas

Translation: @anamicenas

The right time (one shot)

This was the situation: she got there because Shikamaru had asked her to go with him to “evaluate some hot springs for a honeymoon”. She wasn’t sure what he was talking about, but she still got enough courage to go with him. However, now, while standing in front of the place, she doesn’t feel as brave as she was a few minutes ago and her legs are shaking. Now she can’t see any other way out than to run away.

Shikamaru put all his concentration in running after Temari’s back. When he was finally close enough, he stretched his hand to grab hers.

‘This is not gonna work if I’m alone, this is not gonna work if I’m by myself…!’

His hand finally reached hers. He was able to catch Temari by her arm.

He held her tight and Shikamaru screamed:

“Please, wait! I need you!”

Temari was forced to stop, and now she looked at him over her shoulder. For some reason his eyes where shiny as she was about to cry.

Both of them were panting, with no breath left. The soft light from the nearby lamps illuminated their faces and Shikamaru’s shadow was falling over Temari.

Maybe she had calmed down, because now her face wasn’t as red as before. Under that light, her face looked more mature than usual.

Unconsciously, Shikamaru stared like an idiot to Temari’s face.

They were enveloped in a very odd sensation. Like they were in a dream.

“Is it really ok….if it’s me…?” Temari asked him in a very low and shaky voice.

Her words made Shikamaru come out of his thoughts, and his mind cleared up. He nodded firmly to answer to the kunoichi.

“Yes, this won’t work if is not with you!” he said very serious. “After all, I can’t go to the female side of the spa!”

“… Eh?” For a very short moment, Temari’s mouth fell open. Now she looked very confused. “Uhm… What are you talking about…?”

Shikamaru was also very confused with the way she was looking at him, like she was suddenly realizing what he was talking about. Was a very weird reaction to his answer. But now, it was better to verify what they were both thinking about.

“It doesn’t matter how you see it, I can’t go to the women’s side of the hot springs, right?”

“Obviously!” she sounded offended “Why you suddenly…?”

She was very aware of the situation. As it was expected from Temari.

In this case, now he was the one who had to explain very carefully the rest of the situation…

“I can’t go to the ladies side because I’m a man. So, I need you to go to the women’s side, since you can. Like you said, it’s obvious. When you come out, I need you to tell me about it, if it’s good or not in just a few words. That’s all I need, is it ok? It’s very simple, right?”

“What are you talking about…. Exactly…?” Temari asked him, now that she was calm.

Now she wasn’t looking at him like she was suspecting something was wrong. Now her eyes were just confused.

But, talking about what now? He had explained to her in a very simple and clear way everything, but she still didn’t understand. Shikamaru didn’t know how to solve this problem.

Why couldn’t Temari understand? Just a moment ago, she had confirmed that he wasn’t allowed to go to the female side of the hot springs.

“Let’s start again…” Temari said trying to clear the situation “What are we exactly talking about?”

Was that the root of the problem? He thought. So with everything he just had said, she hadn’t listen to absolutely anything…

“What do you mean with that?” Shikamaru asked. “We are talking about picking a good place for the honeymoon of a wedding, right?”

“From who’s wedding, exactly?”

“Naruto and Hinata’s, obviously… Eh? Didn’t I tell you? That’s odd…”

Everything seemed like a huge misunderstanding. All this time, Temari was thinking somebody else’s wedding and not Naruto and Hinata’s. Shikamaru finally understood everything in that moment.

Temari was by excellence superior to most people. She heard the beginning of an explanation and then she would be able to deduct the rest by herself. He didn’t have to say it out loud for her to notice everything was just a misunderstanding. She had just figured it out just like he did.

“So… that’s what it was” Shikamaru thought, finally understanding everything. It was a really big misunderstanding.

And it seemed Temari had figured it out too.

“Hmmm, so that’s it…” Temari said. She was smiling calmed and peacefully.

“No, but wait, so… Ah!” Shikamaru let out his surprise and he was suspecting something was up.

It was possible that Temari’s misinterpretation was…

“No… right?” he asked her suddenly. “Hey… it wasn’t that….”

But just when he was about to ask, Temari took her fan from her back, silently holding it in her hand.

“H…Hey… what’s going on?” He asked nervously. “Why are you grabbing that…? Wh… what’s wrong with your chackra…!?”

Temari smiled lovingly at him and wanting to kill him for this.

Shikamaru was captivated with that sight and saw how a smile was forming in the face.

Smiling at each other like that, they looked like the clear image of an intimate pair of lovers.

“Are you angry?” he asked her rubbing the back of his neck “Don’t be mad at me please. Forgive me for the misunderstanding.”

“You made me think that… this invitation was to have a date again with me… and that the honeymoon you were talking about was for us…”

She couldn’t look him in the eyes while she said that. Shikamaru was blushing because he was now thinking “Was she really thinking that?” In that way it just made him look like a vulgar guy that just wanted something else from her. And that’s why she had said that “she wasn’t mentally prepared for it”. Now he understood everything, finally. But late, since he almost had offended her.

“I’m sorry; I failed to explain myself correctly all this time” he said “you are now probably thinking something bad about me. And that’s very disrespectful coming from me since we had had only one date so far, don’t you think?”

“Yes, it would have been…” she answered.

“But I really need your help. So, do you want to go to the hot springs?”

Shikamaru asked her directly this time. He didn’t have bad intentions with her. He just wanted her help. So she smiled to him and answered:

“Of course” and she placed her fan on her back. Temari looked totally relaxed now. She was back to being herself.

He smiled too.

Both of them went inside and the receptionist took care of them. Shikamaru paid for everything and they got inside.

The first thing to do was try the hot springs, so each one of them went to their side. Each one went to a different changing room.

Temari took off her clothes and noticed how there wasn’t many girls on her side. Only two more. On Shikamaru’s side there was no one else.

Usually, people take a shower before going inside the hot water. Each one on their side, washed their bodies sitting on a small bench, with the soap provided by the spa.

When she was done, wearing a towel around her body, Temari went outside to the hot spring and sat down next to the bamboo wall that separated the woman’s and men’s side.

The kunoichi sighed. She felt a little disappointed. All her nerves and tension she felt were because she thought Shikamaru was taking her as she were his girlfriend.

On his side, Shikamaru was thinking about everything that happened. Temari had told him that she wasn’t mentally prepared for that and those words kept making echo on his head. Was she thinking he only wanted to get laid with her? Thinking about that was getting him hot, so it was better to stop thinking about it.

Having an erection almost naked in a public place wasn’t a good idea.

After a while, just enough to evaluate everything, Shikamaru, knowing that she could hear him on the other side, raised his voice to ask:

“Temari” She jumped a little since everything was so silent.

“What?” she answered trying to sound calmed.

“Do you want to go and have dinner now?” he said.

“Yes” she answered him standing up. “I’ll be right up”

Shikamaru started to go out too. They wore their bathrobes and pulled up their hair. He was done first as it was expected, so he waited for her outside the changing room.

“So how was it? Was it good?” he asked her coming close to her when she was coming out.

Shikamaru was wearing a robe and the wooden sandals the spa provided. The robe was held close on his waist by the belt, but she could see part of his chest that was shining because of the water and steam. She was trying not to get distracted by that sight.

“It’s pretty good” she answered smiling at him “I really like this kind of places, since we don’t have them in Suna. Its comfortable, is clean… It’s very good”

“Good” he said, satisfied with her evaluation of the spa. “Let’s go have dinner.”

They were taken to the dining area where they were going to eat. Each one took the rest of their clothes on a basket. They found a classic Japanese table with cushions to sit down on. They sat on their knees making sure to be careful since they weren’t wearing much. He was only wearing his underwear and she only had her panties underneath.

The food was served quickly. Everything looked exquisite.

“You are very quiet” he said after eating for a while. “Are you still upset?”

“Oh, no. Don’t worry. I’m fine” she said. She sounded sincere. But she wasn’t talking because she was feeling nervous again. She tried to start a conversation that wasn’t about them. “So, Naruto and Hinata are getting married. If I had known about it, maybe I would have understood.”

“I thought you knew about it. Is the event of the year. Naruto, the hero from Konoha, and Hinata, the heir of the Hyūga clan.”

“Sounds important” she pointed out.

“It is. Hinata has been in love with Naruto for years, but he is so dumb that he never noticed. And she never really said anything either. She always blushed and got very nervous when he was close to her. Sometimes she even fainted…”

“And just because of that they are getting married?” She asked not trying to sound bad. “Just because she is in love with him?”

“You are right, if you put it that way it doesn’t sound good. But something happened during Hanabi’s rescue mission…something happened between them that made Naruto realize his feelings for her. Or maybe Hinata’s feelings were strong enough to finally reach his heart…”

“Now you sound romantic” she said not looking directly at him.

“What are you talking about? I’m not romantic at all” he said very sure of himself.

And they were back to silence. Shikamaru thought that maybe it was a good moment to talk about how she felt about their relationship.

“Temari, before, you said that maybe it would be impolite from me if I tried…. with you…”

“Well yes, of course…. I told you before” she interrupted him. It was getting tense again.

“But, just to be sure, what we thought we were talking about was… sex?”

“Oh, please” she was getting all red and she tried to look somewhere else “Did you had to say it that way? Wasn’t clear enough already?”

“Yes, but…” he was blushing too now. He was thinking that it was better to obtain clear answers to avoid more confusion. “Since there was a misunderstanding before, I just want to make sure everything is clear”

“You said it yourself, we had only one date before” Temari looked back at him and stared at those black eyes. “Is not like I was… your girlfriend…”

“But, do you want to be?” he finally was brave enough to ask. So he got all the courage he had in his body. She didn’t know how scared he was inside.

“To be what?” she said, dropping her chopsticks on the table. None of them was paying attention to the food now.

“You see, I’m not very good at this, but I’m asking you if you want to be my girlfriend” he said to her trying to be very clear. It seems like on this day there was a lack of communication between them.

Temari was so embarrassed she felt like dying at the moment. Did she have to answer now to that question?

“Well… you are a really nice guy… I know you well… maybe… yes…” she answered doubting herself and that wasn’t enough for him.

“But what I really want to know is if you like me as a man. If you like me as I am, because I like you just like you are…” Temari’s heart was about to come out of her chest at any moment. “You have always supported me. You been by my side. You know even my darker side, and still you stayed with me… you even said that I was the man you differentiated from the other ones. Maybe all that means something.”

“Yes. You, Shikamaru, you are very important for me. I have watched you and I have high expectations from you… that time when I heard you were in danger I felt so scared, because I couldn’t think of a world without you.”

“So you do feel the same” he said, relieved to know her true feelings. “So, why do you doubt?”

“Because I have never… I never had a boyfriend before. I don’t even know how a kiss feels. And I don’t know if I’m prepared” she confessed to him feeling very ashamed.

“Well, you don’t have to worry. You are not the only one here.” Shikamaru took a sip of his tea to try to release some tension.

They were silent again, and she was nervous and kept playing with her fingers on her lap. Shikamaru noticed from the other side of the table.

“So… it’s ok, I’ll be your girlfriend if you want to…” Temari couldn’t stop herself from smiling since at the end she didn’t had a heart attack from talking to him about her feelings.

“I do… I want you to be my girlfriend” he said confirming her acceptance. “But I’ll let you know again, I’m not very romantic and I can be a total idiot and maybe I won’t notice what you want. So if you want anything just ask.”

“And that’s how you sell yourself? You are gonna make me regret this” she said giggling a little. It felt like Shikamaru’s words calmed down the tension.

“I’m just telling the truth” he said laughing just like she was..

The whole situation was different now. More relaxed.

They got all the plates picked up and their clothes got moved to the room while they went to the bathroom to wash their teeth and take care of any other needs. Temari was done before him, so she went to the room and she noticed that Shikamaru wasn’t there yet. But that wasn’t the only surprise: inside the room there was only one futon.

Suddenly her heart started racing again. Evidently, when they arrived, people saw them as a couple, and it was normal to share one futon. She didn’t even have thought about it. And there she was, completely paralyzed at the door, looking at the single futon in front of her.

She was feeling dizzy.

And then she left a hand on her shoulder that made her jump. Temari looked back to see who it was.

“Calm down” Shikamaru said closing the sliding door behind him. None of them had turned the lights on yet since there was enough coming from outside. “It’s me” he said.

But that wasn’t making her feel alright at all. If he was there, it meant things were about to get tense again when he noticed there was only one futon. She was so close to get very nervous again.

Shikamaru step up and then he saw it. Then he turned to see the kunoichi’s face and he understood why she wasn’t moving.

“Just one futon…” he whispered, and it was very obvious that the futon was for two people, but his manners and his need to not making her uncomfortable made him say “I’m sorry, I forgot about it. I’ll go ask for another futon.”

Shikamaru was about to go but she stopped him holding him by the collar of his robe, opening it up more. In that moment she regretted her actions, since looking at more of his skin was such a visual pleasure, but at least he had stayed.

“No” she anxiously said looking at his eyes “It’s fine”

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

Temari nodded and looked down to stare at her hand that still was holding at his robe. She realized it wasn’t a good idea to keep her hand there, so she removed it. However, her hand was hold back by the right hand of the shinobi. And they just stared at each other for a few seconds that felt like forever.

“Can I kiss you?” he suddenly said. Temari was blushing as red as a tomato when she heard those words.

“You are not supposed to ask for something like that!” She exclaimed. Shikamaru smiled at how nervous she was. Is not like he wasn’t nervous too, but she was more obvious, and that somehow, made him feel better, made him feel more confident.

Shikamaru put his hand under Temari’s chin and kissed her tenderly. At first was a very innocent kiss, just on the lips, but very quickly he felt the need to feel her tongue. Shikamaru caressed hers with his lips and she responded to the kiss in the same way.

He stopped for a few seconds to get some air and she pulled him from his robe, this time with both hands.

“Did you like it?” he asked staring his black eyes into her green ones.

“Yes…” she answered “Don’t stop…”

Shikamaru kissed her again. Sometimes Temari couldn’t just hold a moan of pleasure. Each time she felt his tongue. Each time he pressed his lips. The shinobi felt like soon enough be wouldn’t be able to think clearly if she kept moaning like that.

“This is getting me horny…” he said. “I have to stop.”

He let her go and stepped back. Temari grabbed his hand so he wouldn’t go too far.

“Don’t get away from me, please” she pleaded. Then she came close to him hiding her face between the fabric of the robe and Shikamaru’s chest. His body smelled so good, she thought. She felt so tempted to put her hand under the fabric and feel the skin underneath with the tips of her fingers.

Shikamaru had his arms on the air, not knowing of what to do. He didn’t know where to put his hands. He wasn’t sure where to touch or if he even had permission to do it.

“Temari…” he said in a whisper “I’m not made of stone. And you are confusing me… Sometimes you get so nervous when you think that I want something more with you and now… with the way you are touching me…”

“Well… Hinata is not the only girl in her right to get nervous in front of the man she likes” she said with her cheek still pressed on his chest. “When I saw the futon I felt so nervous because I thought I was going to sleep with you and everything that implies. When I was younger I always believed that girls have to be patient and wait for the right time to be intimate with a man but, now I know that it has nothing to do with waiting for a concrete moment. Is about finding the right time. And this is the right time.

"The right time…?” Shikamaru repeated her last words not processing very well what she was saying.

“And I want it to be you, Shikamaru….the one to have it” and she said those last words stepping back from him and putting her hands on the belt holding her robe. The robe opened up and revealed before his eyes the body of the blonde only wearing her panties.

Temari took one of the hands of the shinobi and placed it on her belly.

“Touch me…” she whispered to him. And Shikamaru responded by placing his other hand on her waist. He looked up from his hand to her breast. And then he looked back at her green eyes and back to his hand that was moving up to the left breast of the kunoichi.

“I can’t” Shikamaru said pulling her close in a hug. Temari placed her hands behind his neck.

“Why?” she asked him touching with her fingers the black hair that was falling on his neck. “Are you scared?”

“I just don’t know…” Shikamaru said “I don’t know how to do it…”

“There is nothing to know” she said holding him tightly “just follow your instinct.”

Shikamaru smelled her neck between the hairs of the blonde girl and kept going. He kissed her delicately with his lips. Gave a few more kisses on the area making the short hair on her fair skin to pull up. Temari removed her robe letting it fall on the ground since now Shikamaru was down to her collar bone.

He placed his hands on her shoulders and stared at her, right on her eyes. Temari jumped back on his mouth while opening up Shikamaru’s robe and pulling it off from his arms and letting it fall.

At that moment he pulled her hand and guided her to the futon where he sat down and pulled her to sit next to him. Temari went under the covers with him and placed her head on the pillow while she looked at the shinobi on top of her and then he kissed her again. Temari placed her hands on his back and caressed his skin while he kept kissing down her neck and then back to her lips. Shikamaru pulled back for a moment to stare at her face and smiled satisfied to see her so aroused. Her hair was free from the ties since they got out from the hot springs. She looked a little different and more now that it was disheveled from evident reasons.

Full of excitement, he went down to her breast and sucked on her nipple and she responded with a very loud moan. The window on the room shook from a very strong wind. Shikamaru noticed but it didn’t seem like it had broke so he kept going with his task at hand, now with the other nipple. He had her so sensible and at his mercy.

Shikamaru kept going down on her body until he reached right under her navel. He stopped at the edge of her panties and placed his fingers under the elastic of it.

“What’s wrong?” she asked him while rubbing Shikamaru’s hair with her fingers.

“I was thinking that I don’t have any condoms.”

“This kind of places usually has some, right?”

“I just took notice of it and didn’t see any kind of container that could have them.” He explained to her.

“Take note of that in your evaluation of this place.” She said smiling.

“You are right” she said looking at her after giving a good look at the room. “But… then.. you still want to?”

“Just if you can avoid cumming inside.”

“Of course” he answered “I wasn’t gonna leave you pregnant on the first time.”

“Then, what are you waiting for?” she said to him “I want to feel you inside….”

Shikamaru wide opened his eyes after hearing those words and pulled back a little. Temari’s cheeks where blushing pink and looked so delicate. But he could tell she was desperate to finish what they had started. Without any preludes he pulled down her panties and she was a little surprised but smiled back at him while he stretched down the garment down her legs.

And at the same time he sat back down ready to take off his own underwear.

“Wait” she said leaning down too. “Let me do it.” Shikamaru nodded and took off his hands to let her take care of that. When she sat down and placed her hands on his underwear she was able to appreciate his member under the fabric. She felt like melting inside.

It didn’t take long to pull it out to the light and she could totally see Shikamaru’s erect penis. From the tip there was a sticky and clear fluid coming out and she stared at it.

“It’s to lubricate” he explained to her feeling a little embarrassed to be observed so up close. But she couldn’t pull her eyes from it and she was eager to dedicate some time to that area. She placed a finger on the tip touching the fluid that kept coming out. Shikamaru’s reaction was like if it was a stingy wound.

“Does it hurt?” she asked a little worried when she looked up.

“No, is just that is very sensible.” He said blushing. “What do you think?”

“I like it…” Shikamaru rubbed his neck like he did when he was nervous about something. But she just couldn’t stop thinking about anything else other that the image she had in front of her. A brunette guy, tall, with a nice body with defined muscles. Very little hair. Just under his arms and the pubic hair. And his member, very erect with a shape and length and girth that could make you stop breathing. “Now come down here and make love to me…”

Shikamaru’s neurons were about to collapse and then he just trapped her under his body and positioned himself between her legs not without her releasing a loud moan from the pleasure of feeling all his body on top of her and feel his member on her vulva. Now Shikamaru seemed to have the thirst of an animal in heat and kissed her again on her mouth with the same or ever more intensity as before all while rubbing himself on her vulva. Temari kept moving her hips up to try to make him go inside but he kept pulling back when he noticed what she was trying to do. He wanted her to need him even more.

At the end, Temari not only pulled up her hips even more, but placed her legs around his torso and pressed him tightly so he had no other option but to go inside.

“I’m going in” he said in a husky voice now that his face was placed on the pillow and his arms where around her sides “Are you ready?”

“Do it” she ordered him clawing at his back with her nails. But she wasn’t even done saying it when she felt torn down there and a big wave of pain and pleasure came over her at the same time. A moan left her mouth and some tears from her eyes. He looked up at her face.

“Are you ok?” he asked with worry in his face when he saw the tears down her eyes.

“Yes…” she said in a pant “keep going.”

Shikamaru penetrated her again very carefully and slowly so she could get used to him. Inside he was going crazy and could not believe how incredible it was. He wanted to cum so bad. But he had to hold on since he promised her. Temari stopped feeling pain and there was only pleasure left and she asked him to go faster at her and he did, and felt how his testicles where ready to cum at any second.

Temari felt in heaven. Shikamaru was exquisite making love to her. He was sexy and delicate. The feel of his skin and his kisses were sublime. Hearing his rough moans in her ear was just too hot…


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So this was a request by alisadelina that I wrote way too much for. Thank you for the request because, as you can tell, I thoroughly enjoyed writing it. The ending is the way it is because I did not want this to become too long. However I might turn it into a longer story later. Enjoy!

Prompt: can you do a fanfiction request where you are a shield agent and you have to irregated loki and he keep flirting with you


Fury swept his fingers across the multiple screens in front of him.
“How’s ‘real power’ doing? Does he want a magazine or something yet?”
“No change, sir. He hasn’t said a word since you left.” Agent Maria Hill responded from not too far away. Fury frowned. They had managed to ‘capture’ Loki in Germany yet it didn’t feel as though he was truly a prisoner.
“Want me to send Romanoff in, sir?”
“No. Not yet.” He scratched his chin in frustration. Romanoff would undoubtedly be able to get results but something fishy was definitely afoot here and he didn’t want to deal his final card until he was sure he had the best hand. That being said, he wasn’t entirely out of options…
“Hill, bring in Agent (y/l/n).” He said and the brunette nodded to him from across the room before strutting out in search of you.

“Absolutely not, sir. I politely decline.” You said with your arms folded. 

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He stayed with you until 12 at night when you insisted that he go and get some sleep. Both teams of men had returned safely to camp but the sand storm was still going strong so you were still in charge of protecting the base. The storm finally cut out at 4 am- just in time for everyone on base, including you, to start their day. You dropped the force field and made your way to the dinner hall for some, much needed, breakfast. “A little reading material for your morning meal,” a file dropped next to your plate of fruit. You looked over and saw Key standing behind you. “Goodmorning to you too Key,” you examined the file. “What’s this?”

“What don’t feel like using your x-ray vision,” he said sarcastically.

“Please. You know I don’t have x-ray vision.” You flipped open the folder.

“That’s the newest intel we have of the terrorists. Shows that they had three vans drive to their ghost town last night before the storm hit. Intel was unable to confirm what was in the vans but, as you can guess, it’s probably not good.”

You nodded along as he talked. “Ok Key, thanks for keeping me up to date. Let me know if you find anything new.” He nodded and left. You immersed yourself in the file that he had just given you, which contained all the information you had been given since receiving this mission, and were brought out of focus by someone sitting across from you. You looked up, “Good morning Clint.”

“Morning boss. Nice work on the field last night,” he said tossing an apple up and down in his hand. You muttered thanks. “What’s that,” he was looking at the file. You slid it over to him.

“Compilation of all the mission information. Key got some new stuff so he brought this to me this morning.” Clint opened the file and began reading the new information. Red hair swooped over and slid down next to Barton.

“Secret file? You know I love secret files,” Nat slid closer and started reading over Barton’s shoulder. She grabbed the apple Clint was tossing out of the air and took a bite out of it.

“Really? That’s my pre-breakfast.” You opened your hand as a apple flew from the counter and landed like it like a ball in a glove, “Here,” you passed it over to him.

“Thanks. That’s why I keep you around, telekinesis really comes in handy,” a smug smile played on his face.

“Sure. That’s why you keep me around. What time is it now,” you had forgotten your watch in your tent last night.

“6:30,” you turned and saw Steve had just entered the mess hall.

“Thanks,” you smiled up at him.

“Don’t mention it. How’d you sleep last night.”

“I didn’t. The storm let up at 4 and then I came here so…no sleep.”

Nat cut in, “You used a lot of energy last night. Don’t you even want to try and sleep,” her question was more stated like a fact.

“I’ve slept less and used more energy, Nat, I think I’ll be good. Don’t worry.” Although she was an ex-assassin she was one of your closest friends and always tried to take care of you. “Is the rest of the team up?”

“I saw Stark and Banner in their makeshift lab on my way over and I think I heard a couple of the young agents challenging Thor at something so I’m sure he’s with them,” Natasha answered. She changed the subject quickly, “Can we discuss how hot it is right now and it’s only 7.”

“We are in a desert Nat,” Clint replied.

“We could go swimming,” you offered.

“Right in the invisible pool,” Nat sassed you.

“There’s no pool now but I can easily make one. Drop part of the ground down. Bring up some water and keep it cool. No problem,” she raised her eyebrows thinking over the idea. Before she could tell you if she wanted to swim Roberts ran in the tent. “Y/N, they need you in HQ right away. Something’s happening,” you all shot up quickly and ran with him to the HQ.

“Status report,” Captain called out as you all walked in.

“We found out what was in the vans. And like I said this morning…it wasn’t good. You walked over to the large monitors setup in the middle of the room.

“Who are they.” On the monitor you saw 6 little kids being rushed from one building to the building in the center of the town.

“We don’t have specific names but there’s been talk of kidnappings happening around villages and towns about 100 miles away from the village their set up in. We think it’s probably those kids. Their parents all have ties to the government, government officials, natural resource reserves, and mass wealth for the region.” Thor, Tony, and Bruce walked in in time to hear the information on the kids. “What’s the call Ms. Powers?” All the eyes in the HQ tent turned to you. You looked at your team. “Boys”, you referred to your original team, “stay here and keep an eye on the area. Radio me on anything that changes. Avengers…suit up.” The Avengers left to get ready. You ran quickly to your tent and put on your uniform.

Much like Natasha’s you suit was a black body suit that hugged closer to your body- easier to move in stuff like that. The outer part of the pants were colored a dark blue color, as was the middle part of the top, and your black boots completed the look. You threw your hair up into a ponytail and rushed to the QuinJet. Being the first one there you got the Jet ready for flight. The rest of your team got there quickly and you sprang into action. “Bruce, you’re going to be based here for backup. If things get too messy we’ll fly you in. Hawkeye, when we get there you’ll get stationed at the top of the building to the right,” you said and pointed to a picture of the village that you had posted in the Jet. “Tony, I need you to get him up there. Once you do that I need you to use Jarvis and sweep the buildings. Find what they’re hiding in there. Natasha and Captain, you’re on this building here. The kids were last seen going into this building so it’s your jobs to get them out. I’ll fly Nat up to the top so she can work her way down and Captain you’ll work your way up from the ground floor. Thor, you and me will be in this building. Intel shows that this is their HQ. If all goes as planned 40% of them should be in this building alone so we’ll be getting some heat. Can you handle that?” He nodded in reply. “Our first priority is to keep those kids safe. Alert us when you find them,” you looked at Captain and Nat. “Let’s go.” The ride was quick and the Jet wasn’t exactly quiet so you all had to spring into action quick.

Things happened very quickly. Tony took Hawkeye up to his ‘peak’ and started going through the buildings looking for any dangerous technology that they might be storing. You flew Nat up to the top of her building took off to the one you were taking care of with Thor. He was already in action smacking the enemies with his hammer. You joined in and started taking care of the problems that emerged.

“Found the weakling. Looks like we got a runner,” you heard Barton call through your earpiece.

“Don’t let them leave,” you heard Steve call out in a rough voice.

“Any luck on the kids,” you asked.

“One second,” Nat replied. You heard something thump in the background before she started talking again. “Nothing on my levels. Cap?”

“Nothing yet. I cleared the first 2 floors; I’m going to the basement now.” Having cleared your building you and Thor ran outside to the middle of the village square. The sound of gunfire was prominent now. Stealth time was up and the remaining enemies were ready to fight. The building across from you starting raining bullets at you. You deflected the first round before they could hit you and Thor. “Get to the sniper,” you yelled at Thor; he flew to the building quickly and you saw a wave of electricity coat the building.

“We’ve got the kids,” Cap called from the ear piece.

“Keep them down there until I get there! It’s not safe out here right now.” You weren’t getting an answer from him or Nat. “Do you copy?!”

“A little busy right now,” Nat grumbled. Before you could leave to help you heard Tony’s voice.

“We’ve got a problem. That thing they were hiding…it’s a big explosive. Set to go off in 5.” You quickly asked him where. You felt the ground shake as he landed next to you. “The building back there,” he pointed, “behind where they are keeping the kids.”

“Steve, Nat, I’m on the way,” you turned your attention to Tony. “See if you and Jarvis can figure it out. Keep us updated.” You ran to the building that held Captain, Nat, and the children. When you arrived to the basement you saw pieces of wall were scattered on the ground. Nat and Steve stood banging on the far side of the basement; there were no kids in site. “Where are they?”

“There were too many guards. They kept us busy and lead the kids being this door.”

“Whatever security they have,” Nat added, “is top notch. I can’t crack it.”

“We think it’s a tunnel that lead to the next building,” that caught your attention and you turned to leave. “What’s wrong?”

“That’s where the bombs at Steve. You and Nat get to the Jet. We need it close to get the kids out.” You made your way, quickly, to the building the kids were now in. “Stark, any progress,” you called as you listened for any sign of the kids.

“It’s not looking too good. Jarvis is still working out the bomb but we need a code and I don’t know how long it’ll take to run all the possibilities. We have three minutes left.”

“Get to the buildings on the outskirt of the village. Our goal now is to contain the enemy and take them out before they can leave the scene. I’m going in for the kids, they’re in the basement. Everyone get ready to cover us when we leave.”


“Can you fly this by yourself,” Steve questioned as Nat buckled into the pilot’s seat.

“It’ll be a little difficult but I’ve had worse circumstances,” she retorted. They set the jet down two blocks from the building, hoping that the large structure in front of the Jet would add some extra coverage for the kids when they were evacuated.

“Get to the buildings on the outskirt of the village. Our goal now is to contain the enemy and take them out before they can leave the scene. I’m going in for the kids, they’re in the basement. Everyone get ready to cover us when we leave,” Y/N’s voice came in through the earpiece.

“Copy,” Nat said sharply. “We’re set up two blocks West of your location. Contact when you are ready to go.” Nat and Captain took off towards the outskirt of the town to stop those trying to get away. They had 5 people to stop, not to hard when you are the Black Widow and Captain America. Just as they thought they were done a man stepped out from behind one of the getaway cars.

“It’ll be hard to save the children when they are reduced to ash,” he said. Steve wasn’t sure what he meant until he saw the man hold up a small device with a large black button on it. Before Nat or Steve could react the man pressed the button and the ground shook as the bomb detonated. The intercoms of the team were silent as they all turned to look at where the shaking came from. They looked just in time to see the building that Y/N and the children were in come crumbling down upon itself. The brown bricks concaved on themselves as they dropped over it’s own structure.

“No….” Steve whispered. He had no time to truly process what had happened as he and the rest of the team were forced to kick back into gear. The last wave of enemy forces were making their last stand. The few minutes it took to take down the rest of their forces felt like a lifetime. The team gathered around the fallen building slowly unsure of what to do next.

The whole team looked down at their feet. “Do you copy HQ,” Nat tried to make contact to base.

“Copy,” a depressed sounding Key came through. “We copy.”

“What are those strange colors,” Thor stood up a little straighter and tried to peer at the colors. Hues of barely noticeable blues came through the cracks between some of the fallen bricks.

“Start digging,” Steve commanded the team. After digging for 2 minutes Tony decided that digging was going to slow.

“Stand back I have an idea,” the hand of Iron Man lifted after the fellow Avengers had backed away from the rubel. Sending little bits of ammo from the suit Tony was able to abliterate some of the bricks surrounding the colors; now all that was left was a couple layers of bricks. The team got back to digging and then they came across it.

“I’ll be damned,” Tony said. The team looked down to see the 6 kids sitting together silently crying. In the middle of them is where you laid. “She’s tough to kill I’ll give her that,” Tony commented.

Clint rushed down and touched the force field you have put up around you and the kids. Instead of repealing at his touch the field dropped. He walked over to the kids, “My name’s Hawkeye. We’re here to get you guys home, ok?” One of the kid’s knew English fairly well and was able to translate to the others. Steve rushed to your side, Natasha followed slowly behind. Thor and Clint and Tony grabbed two kids each and lead them to the QuinJet. Steve waited until they were out of earshot to speak. “She doesn’t have a pulse Natasha,” his voice was low and solemn.

anonymous asked:

Could you do an imagine with Hikaru? Like his crush has been sort of avoiding him lately since she thinks Hikaru still likes Haruhi but then everything works out in the end and they end up together? Thank you very much and I hope you have a great day! You write the hosts really well btw

ohh!! this is such a cute prompt, thank you so much~ I hope you have a great day too, cutie pie! (also thank you so much, I’m always so worried that I’m not grasping their characters as well as I could be)

“Hey! Wait up!”

You stop walking and turn to see Hikaru, running to catch up with you. “Hi, Hikaru.”

“I was wondering, do you have yesterday’s math notes?”

You think for a moment before nodding, “Yeah, do you need to copy them?”

He laughs a little, which makes you smile, before replying, “Haha, yeah I do, Haruhi spilled tea all over mine yesterday.”

You can’t help but falter a little at that - you’ve always known that Hikaru was affectionate with Haruhi, but you’d still been hopeful that maybe it wasn’t the case but - maybe it was. So you fish your notes out of your bag and hand them to him, putting a broad smile on his face.

“Thank you so much, can you come by the Host Club later to pick them up? Or I could meet you somewhere else?”

You shake your head. “No, the Host Club is fine. I’ll see you after school then?”

“Yeah! Thanks again!” He turns and heads back in the direction he came from, turning quickly to throw a wave over his shoulder at you. But once he’s around the corner, he stops short to catch his breath - not from the running, but from the frantic beat his heart’s been pounding into his chest since he spoke to you.

He’s unable to keep the blush off his cheeks any longer - he was surprised and proud of himself for keeping it down during your conversation - and all he can think about is that you smiled, at him, and he can’t remember a time when he’s felt both so incredibly lighthearted and yet his heart feels like a solid iron weight, heaving in his chest. He smiles to himself, looking down at the notes you’d given him. As he makes his way to the music room to set up for the Host Club, he does it with a bit of a spring in his step.

When you go down to the Host Club after getting some studying done in the library, you’re not surprised to see how packed it is. You’re greeted by Kyoya, but you tell him that you’re not here as a guest - today - and that you’re just here to pick something up from Hikaru.

But Haruhi sees you first, and waves you over to chat - she’s alone for now and from what you can tell, Hikaru’s incredibly busy being showered with compliments by girls. “Hello, Haruhi.”

“Hi! I haven’t seen you in here for a while. Hikaru’s awful busy, isn’t he? That’s why you’re here, right?”

You resist the urge to quirk an eyebrow at Haruhi - so what if that’s why you were here? “Yes. He asked to borrow my notes.”

“Oh, that’s right, because I spilled tea on his notes yesterday. I offered him mine but he didn’t seem to want them.”

Your stomach flutters when she says that - why had he wanted your notes specifically? Haruhi was top of the class, surely her notes were far superior to yours. 

“He said my handwriting was too bad and he couldn’t read it.”

Slash that. Maybe he just knew that your handwriting was good. You sigh, looking wistfully over at Hikaru’s table. He catches your eye, and you can see even from across the room that his eyes widen. He turns to the girls at his table and says something to them before making his way over to you and Haruhi, notes in hand.

“Why didn’t you come over? I almost thought you hadn’t come.” 

You look down, eyes averted. “I didn’t want to bother you, you seemed busy.”

His cheeks flush and his hands start to tremble, ever so slightly. You could never be bothering me, he thinks.

“It’s really my fault Hikaru, I asked _____ to sit with me. Sorry!” Haruhi smiles up at Hikaru, and you glance up to see his reaction, and seeing the flush in his cheeks, you can’t help but think it’s for Haruhi, and not you.

“Well then I guess it’s okay. Here’s your notes back, ____. Thank you again.” His fingers brush over yours as he hands them to you, and both of you wonder if the other felt any sort of rush at the contact.

“Of course,” You tell him, standing to leave. “I’ll let you get back to your…guests, then, Hikaru. I wouldn’t want to interrupt any further.” You give him a small smile and a nod to Haruhi before walking away.

But before you’ve gotten all the way out of the room, you faintly hear Hikaru’s voice saying, “Ne, Haruhi, do you think you could come over later and help me with something?” You can feel your heart getting heavy in your chest and tears start pricking at your eyes. Should have known better, you think.

Haruhi looks up at Hikaru, confused. “I mean, I guess so, but what is it you need help with? You’re doing well with your studies, aren’t you?”

He sighs. “Yes, Haruhi, but it’s not about that. I um….” His cheeks get hotter with embarrassment, nervous to be talking to the girl he used to love about his current crush. “I really, really like ____ but I don’t know if she feels the same, and I don’t wanna mess it up. I could have just borrowed Kaoru’s notes, but I wanted a chance to talk to _____.”

“Why don’t you just tell _____ how you feel, Hikaru?”

“Thanks, Haruhi, I never thought of that! It didn’t exactly work out the first time.” He feels bad as soon as he says it, but Haruhi seems unbothered.

“Okay, but people aren’t all the same, so you never know. Maybe _____ is just waiting for you to say something first.”

Hikaru shrugs. “Maybe you’re right.”

Over the next few weeks, Hikaru makes several attempts to get you alone so that he can confess his feelings - but every time he comes near you, you turn and run in the opposite direction.

You’re not exactly in the mood to have your heart broken, thank you very much. 

It’s nearly 3 weeks later when he finally gets his chance - the lunch recess has just finished and the two of you are the only ones back in the classroom. 

“Can I tell you something?” He asks, sitting on top of your desk. You nod, unable to look at him for fear you’ll burst into tears when he tells you how much he cares for Haruhi, and that they’re together - 

“I really, really like you.”

Well that’s not quite what you expected. Unable to help yourself, you ask, “What about Haruhi?”

He blinks, somewhat unsure of where that came from, saying, “What about Haruhi? I want to be with you. Not Haruhi. You. You’re the one who makes my heart pound and the one who makes me nervous. You are. Just you, nobody else.”

The sense of relief that floods over you is nearly overwhelming. “Well, that’s good then, because I really, really like you too, Hikaru.”

You’re My Everything

Request: Can you write a Bellamy imagine where the reader is pregnant and tells Bellamy and he starts crying because he’s so happy and excited? A lot of fluff and cuteness? Thanks

A/N: Here’s an imagine I received a request for a long time ago, and I’m so sorry I didn’t write it until right now. It’s horrifyingly inadequate and I’m sorry that it doesn’t make up for my laziness.  

Word Count: 586

Warnings: Potty mouth, teen pregnancy

Originally posted by bobmorleyisking

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