To sum it all up - Louis is beautiful.
Breathtakingly so. And Harry can’t find it in himself to even question
the fact that he thinks so. Louis is mesmerising, nearly magnetic with
all the energy bouncing off of him. Harry doesn’t know what to make of
it, but he knows he doesn’t want this night to end.
the extraordinarily ordinary AU where Harry falls in love for the first
time and Louis learns how to fall in love all over again.
GISHWHES #182: Seamlessly modify using photoshop (or other digital altering software), a well-know oil painting by adding in an anachronistic element. For example, if it were a Monet, you might put one of the ladies under a parasol holding an ipad. YES, YOU MAY DIGITALLY ALTER THE IMAGE YOU ARE SUBMITTING… with a catch. The anachronistic element must be rendered seamlessly into the image in the style of the original painter or creator. It must look like a part of the original composition; we should not be able to tell it was added in later. #gishwhesModernMasterpiece
“Temptation (The Livestream)” by Adolphe William Bouguereau, 1880 Oil Painting
♥ Hi Guys, so I finally made it. This one was a request, thanks for sending it to me, I hope you guys like it. Feel free to leave some feedback, I appreciate it. Enjoy! Found any mistakes? Tell me I would love to fix them. Deutsche Version auf meiner Masterlist!
Request:Hey! I love your writing, and I was wondering if you could do a fluff/smut fic with Steve where he secretly has a huge crush on the reader, she’s been with a guy but he breaks up with her because shes a virgin and won’t sleep with him and Steve comforts her and confesses and they make love and Steve is a super sweet gentle and loving and all around takes good care of her and they cuddle afterwards? (sorry I know that was suuuper specific but I’ve had the idea for a while) Thanks doll!
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: After you broke up with you boyfriend you realize how is the one for you!
Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, virgin!Reader, written from Steve’s Pov
I leaned in the doorway of my bedroom like glued to the spot. My eyes rested on the woman of my dreams, which slept peacefully in my bed. Gentle moonlight fell on her and she looked so beautiful.
‘Y/N, if I only could call you mine’
I shook my head and looked at her. She was the perfection in person. Wonderful from head to toe. I loved her more than anything else, since ages but we were nothing more than best friends and I was simply too cowardly to tell her what I felt for her. Bucky kicked me regularly in the ass, said I should finally let me grow a pair and tell her. Now I had a chance, the question was if I would grab it? Y/N stumbled into my apartment a few hours ago. I had sat on the couch with a cold bottle of beer and bathed in self-pity as she knocked at the door.
Just my thoughts here after reading the two chaps...don't mind me
Man no matter what happens Please…. for the Love Of God Keep Jellal Safe At All Costs. I also hope Erza since she seems concerned when he told her “ill buy us some time” hopefully she tags along with him i don’t want them to be separated again I seriously don’t want anything to happen either way this is gonna hurt really fucking bad at this point we don’t need any of that heartbreaking angst. You can keep it. We just wanna see them together married and finally gain that happiness those two truly deserve because that’s all they need. I understand Jellal is doing his best and hardest to protect Erza and also helping them out since they are in trouble I appreciate it a lot but as soon as I read that I started to stress out…. my heart dropped like we got acno chasing their asses I wanna think positive and count on them but I have mixed emotions right now. Even all the things Erza has gone through, don’t make her suffer anymore, not even the Love Of Her Life.
How would svt react if their s/o (almost) fainted on stage from overworking?
Seventeen Reaction to Their S/O (almost) Fainting on Stage
Dear, please read the guidelines ;A;; I don’t do reactions!! Nevertheless, because you’re one of my very first requesters, I’ll let it slide, just this once. Please don’t request a reaction; the ask box isn’t open for that yet!!
S.Coups, Jeonghan, Joshua, Woozi, and Wonwoo would worry half to death after they received the news from your loving fans about you nearly collapsing on stage. They’ll know that sometimes, you skip meals and lie about your health just so you could make your next performance perfect for the camera and for the naked eye to see. None of them could ever stop you, because, you were young, and you were too darn stubborn for your own good.
“Y/N, did you eat yet?”
“Oppa… yes, I did.”
“… You sound fatigued Y/N… what did you eat?”
“That’s not important jagiya… I need to practice the choreography a few more times; I’ll see you tomorrow alright?? I need to stay behind at the studio again… this comeback is really significant; don’t be concerned about me!! I’ll be fine.”
All five of them would scold and fuss over you once you two met again. “Being an idol is hard work Y/N, but your health comes first. No more late nights, understand?”
Vernon, The8, Mingyu, Jun, Dino and DK would jump out of their seat once they hear the undeniable truth on live broadcast. You were fairly popular in Korea, so reporters couldn’t help but talk about this entire fiasco; not that the six boys didn’t know already. They watch every single one of your performances, cooing to themselves and to the other members how absolutely amazing you were up stage… but for this last one, which was the comeback you prepared for for five months; it didn’t show all of your abilities. Your voice was strained, your movements not as sharp, and then they realize, after your eyes roll back and your head bent down and swept the floor, that you’re exhausted. You’re mentally, physically, and emotionally deprived of all available energy. You’re staggering around the stage, blinking furiously under the blinding lights the crew provided, and you’re struggling to remember the lines and dance moves to your song. They’re heartbroken; they want nothing more than to jump into the tv screen and reassure you that it’ll be alright. “Y/N… I’m here for you.”
Hoshi and Seungkwanwould freak out after the news were delivered. “Oh my god, please don’t let this happen to her, please… please she worked so hard for this!” They’ll break down in the middle of practice, and Seventeen members would crowd around them, asking what’s wrong, why he was on the floor, sobbing his eyes out. They knew this comeback was extremely important, who didn’t? Even your fans warned you to not overwork yourself; you’ve had always performed some kind of witchery up there; you’ve had always mesmerized every living soul that heard your voice. Babbling, they would tell the members everything, and they’ll all be anxious about your recovery in the hospital, even if they never met this S/O. Seventeen’s heard all about you; Hoshi and Seungkwan frequently told them stories, and their eyes would lit up like fireworks once your name was mentioned. They’ll be busy phoning your company to check on your health status, and they’ll beat themselves over not looking after you enough, and not being there for you when you needed their support the most. “Y/N, rely on me more, please. I may not be the best boyfriend, but I’m trying. I love you so much; you mean the world to me.”
Plot:#18: “I’m your husband. It’s my job.” + #39: “You got a cute butt.” with vampire!Yoongi
A/N:so I decided to go with the “work” version, if you guys wanna see the body image version as well, let me know!! The links for this are vampire!Yoongi (here) and husband!Yoongi (here)
Your husband noticed things not many people did. He had, of course, been alive for much longer than most humans and had more practice, along with a few supernatural perks to help him notice the smaller things most people didn’t. The way someone’s slightly heart sped up when their crush came into the room, the way people always seemed content when they were inhaling the scent of a flower, the way small children tried to mimic their parent’s stride.
Based on this
prompt: “Phil has a nipple kink and has trained Dan to have Dan’s nipples
so sensitive that simply twisting them gently or having anything rub on them
can make him climax? Maybe Phil could be a Dom and Dan would be a sub if that
(Sorry it’s such a
bad title - I’m completely stuck for one :( )
WN: nipple kink,
dom!Phil and sub!Dan, toys, swearing
Cold, distant, stern, serious. That’s how every other big CEO would
describe Im Jaebum, he was the imposing CEO of the Def corporations. Young and
owner of an empire.
His father was a big investor, had given him the money to open his
business when he was 13 and had it as an assesment of school. And since that
day he never stopped working for his own company.
He was admired from many other entrepreneurs. Your father being one of
Luckily for him the Im patriarch had a liking for your father’s business
and after meeting with your family a few times decided that his son should get
married he was at the age of it, and you happened to have exactly the same age
as the man.
Been raised at the finest, gone to the most expensive training schools
and just graduated from the best business school in the country. All your
education had been focused on making you a good wife, the minimum interactions
with the male gender, all girls schools your whole life.
You had always done what your parents told you to, even felt ashamed to
question the order in your mind.
You felt like you had to make up for your sister. She was wild, talked
back to your parents, misbehaved, did everything you were trained not to do.
She was older, and the walking nightmare of your parents.
When they had the chance, they had gotten her married with the son of a
big CEO, she was only 19.
The bullet came out the wrong way, she fell madly for her husband in the
same way he was for her. He treated her like she was his world and all that
mattered to him.
He took her everywhere with him, shower her the world and his love,
making time for her and his busy work.
But your husband, he was nothing but scary to you. Six months after
getting married you were still scared to look his way.
The few words he would direct to you were always short, hard and cold.
Like if he detested you and you didn’t even know why.
You had seen him laugh once, it was during the wedding party, while he
was talking alone with his friends. Never to you.
He always left to work even before you woke up, you only knew he had
slept home, because every day he would come around 8 and sit on his home office
to work until the very late hours.
You didn’t share a room and you were glad about it, just by being in the
same room as him it made you shiver and sweat cold from fear.
In the last few days he had arrived home a little earlier, but with some
company staff to work with him. You never bothered him, he didn’t close the
double sliding door of his office. His assistant was always the last one to
leave the house.
It was almost past midnight when you walked to the kitchen to get some
water, the light coming from Jaebum’s office caught your attention and you
walked over, he was sitting on his chair, paper on his hands, as he stared down
at them like they had cursed at him.
His glasses resting in the middle of his nose bridge as his assistant
quietly said something to him, standing by his side, her hand resting on the
back of his chair, her lips close to his ear. Her full breasts almost coming
out of the low cut of her dress while she bended to point something on the
file, the action allowing you see parts of her body you didn’t even know a body
Biting your lower lip you felt an unpleasant wave of jealousy, maybe it
was of how close and confident she was to be around the scary Jaebum or was
because he was married to you and you could see that her actions were more than
just helpful but offered.
Jaebum’s small and fierce eyes looked up from the business file between the
space of his glasses frames straight into your trembling fearful soul, he held
your gaze freezing you rotten in place, with that uninterested and bothered
expression he would always look at you. He drifted his gaze back to the paper
as he replied something to the women as quietly as she had talked to him.
With quiet steps you went back to your room, trying to shake the image
out of your head.
Caressing the short hair of your nephew you looked at your sister, her
four months old baby bump making her unable to host her own son up in her arms
while walking. She was pushing his empty pram around the mall as you carried
Both of you were looking for some baby items and probably more clothes
that could fit on your sister. Your In-laws were going to throw a huge party in
celebration of their company 40th anniversary and she had yet to find something
to dress. Her baby bump made it hard since the type of dress she was looking
for were never made for pregnant women, what frustrated her. “What is the
problem of making a dress that can fit a pregnant woman? Don’t they know that pregnant
also go to parties?” She complained while walking out of a store with you.
Holding your giggles and being careful to not wake up the kid sleeping
on your arms you tried to find a solution for your sister “maybe you
should get one done for you, you know? Get someone to make a design and do it,
that way it won’t be too tight when the party comes around and it can be just
like you want it.” You suggested.
“That could be a good idea, I would have to keep on trying it on
every week until the party what is not ideal, but it’s better than not finding
anything or have to squeeze inside something"
"I hope you know you can just give one of your pregnancy’s excuses
to not go, even more because you’ll be close to your delivery date” you
“Do you think my in-laws and husband would let me miss this party?
Do you know your father-in-law is one of the biggest investors in many
different fields all over Asia?” She questioned you.
“They will understand, and if you don’t go they won’t question
about me having kids!"
"And what’s the problem? You want kids and all kids love you too,
you’ll be a great mother I’m sure of it! You are the only person I’d trust my
kids with closed eyes” she affirmed.
Stopping in your track you glared at your sister “We are not like
you and oppa! We barely
talk!” You said chewing on your lip.
“Oh my god! Please don’t tell me- oh my god!"
Another late night working seemed to be Jaebum’s fate, he had already
missed diner at home and had to fool his stomach with some instant ramen from
the office kitchen. Being the owner and CEO, was hard. Even more when he
couldn’t forget that someday, he would need to assume his family’s business. If
he worked hard enough he could maybe carry both companies side by side without
any loss on their standards. For now he just worked hard on his own
He took the folder with papers he didn’t put on his suit case and walked
out of his office, his assistant was already waiting by the elevator for him.
After all this problems were solved he was going to have to raise her payment
and sent her on vacations, she was working as much as he was.
The car ride was short as the usual, they discussed the documents while
on the back sit. Once they walked to very much known house all lights were off
already, a signal that it had already been called a night on the place.
Jaebum walked to the living room of the house instead of going to his
private office as he always did. Telling his assistant he needed to relax a
little so they would work on a less professional setting for that night.
The hours of work stretched long, she had her shoes off and legs folded
underneath her body on the couch. He had his tie loose his top buttons undone
and his suit long forgotten. They had hit a wall, worked all they could,
but found no ways to solve that one problem. Tension and stress all over his
She got up and stood behind him on the couch, she started to massage his
shoulders and neck, telling him to relax, stress wouldn’t solve his
Jaebum moaned as the knots of stress started to come undone under his
flesh. Soon his eyes fell shut and he slept.
Tiredly you sighted after you walked into your house. Not caring about
etiquette or appearance you took your heels off, and left your bag by the small
table at the entrance hall. You weren’t planning to take long. One of the many
employees came to greet you and you asked her a strong drink. "I don’t
know whatever drink Jaebum and my father drink when he comes around” you
said and passed you fingers through your hair.
It was a nervous habit, your mom hated, but drink at the early hour of
the morning wasn’t a habit but you were doing out of stress. After what had
happened at the day before.
She came back quickly with a cup of whiskey and you dismissed her with
all politeness you could muster. You had your route ready in your head when you
heard a voice in the living room.
Taking light and careful steps you made your way to the noise.
Jaebum was leaning against the back and the arm of the couch, his dress
shirt half open his pants undone. His assistant, kissing and sucking on his
neck and ear, she was on all fours, his hand on top of her ass, her dress open,
the skirt pulled up to show the almost non-existent panties she had. The collar
of her dress slipping off her arms her boobs jumping out of her bra and he hand
was caressing inside his pants.
You threw the hard and heavy glass on your hand against the floor making
it shatter in a million pieces. The loud noise getting the attention of both,
in the couch. Jaebum jumped startled and scared to be woken up like that. His assistant
almost feel from the couch.
“Good morning for you two!” You spat glaring at them.
The female tried to fix herself up as the male looked between both women
trying to understand what was happening. “Have you gone crazy?” He
demanded looking at you sitting up to a better position and feeling his body
sore from sleeping on the couch.
“If I have gone
crazy?” You retorted with a humorless laugh “I arrive home, to see
this shitty porn scene in my living room and you ask me if I have gone crazy?"
"What?” Glaring at you he stood up and fixed his pants
“did you say you just got home?” He asked lowly and with a dangerous
tone to his voice.
“Yes, I did! But don’t you try to spin this around and make me look
bad when you are the one with a hoe in the living room!” You spat at him
and he looked at his assistant, seeing how she was fixing herself and how he
looked he knew you weren’t wrong on your thoughts.
“If you did your wife role as you should maybe this wouldn’t
happen!” He attacked.
Your hand connected with the side of his face even before you could
think about what you were doing. The shock look in his face and the string on
your hand were what made you realize what you had done.
The first time you both exchanged more than just a couple of words with
each other without someone else intermediating and you had gone to a limit you
never thought yourself capable of.
The fire in his eyes had you taking steps back out of fear. Jaebum
dropped his hand of his face in shock and tried to soften his voice. “Why
are you getting home just now?"
Frowning at his sudden change of posture you took another step back and
flinched "I called you yesterday, your phone, your office, a million
times, your mom too, everybody was looking for you!” You cried out as the
memories of your reasons came to your mind again.
“You know my numbers?” He asked genuinely surprised by your
“Does it matter? If you can’t be reached? If I, your wife, can’t walk into your company to talk to you? Does family
even matter?” You asked with tears filling your eyes.
“What are you talking about? Why are you asking me that? Did you go
to my company? Why?” He demanded.
“Nobody could reach you, so I did what could but I wasn’t let in.
Why don’t you ask your so useful for all types of work assistant? After all
she’s the only one who can reach you” you said the last part with venom
and walked away to go to your room. You needed a shower and a bandage on your
feet before going out again.
Jaebum couldn’t tear his eyes of you as you walked away. He was
surprised at how you had faced him strongly and stood up for yourself. You
didn’t look like the submissive and scared girl he had believed you were since
the first time he saw you. The way his parents talked about you always made you
seem like one of those family girls that were raised to be a good wife and fill
that role but never be someone besides that role. But he always believed, that
was because they didn’t know you.
Thoughts of asking for the marriage nullification has crossed his mind
more than just a few times. He had accepted an arranged marriage, that was
because he knew he would spent most of his youth working for himself and
wouldn’t be able to go out and find love. So he hoped that marring someone
blindly would give him a chance to build love and be somehow happy like his
But after the wedding the days started to pass, he just felt awkward,
you didn’t talk much, was always hiding away from him, never looked him eye to
eye and your voice was just above a little whisper. Today you had showed him
you did have pride and a voice for yourself.
But also proved him that you were scared of him. He knew he had fault at
it, after the first few awkward days he didn’t try anymore, he was busy with
work and the days became weeks and then six months had already flown by. And he
didn’t try to get to know you or let you get to know him truly. And he just
discovered that maybe his hope of build love with you had just been thrown out
of the window by his tired and sore temper.
When you are out of sight he turns around with his sharp glaring eyes at
the woman that had the answers he wanted. She had too much to explain and he
wouldn’t let her hard work take her off the hook.
“What were you doing to me when my wife walked in?” He asked
in a hard voice, she shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. “When did she
call and why didn’t I get a memo about it? When was she denied to walk into my company?"
His voice and demands grew as he walked close to the woman, he could
feel his blood rush with growing rage, if there was one thing he didn’t admit, it
was people making decisions on his behalf when he didn’t say they could do so.
She fixed up her clothes and tried to look more composed before speaking
"I-I was helping you relax sir! You have been very stressed, and just like
you mentioned, she is not doing her role as a wife!” She smirked and bit
her lower lip in a seductive way.
“When did she call? Why wasn’t her call passed to me? When did she
go to my company?” His voice raised at every question as his fury reached
“Jae-Jaebum!” Her voice team led as she called him by the
name. Using the fact they had been classmates in university to try to easy his
“When?” He screamed as he stood right in front of her.
With a shiver running down her body and a groan she replied
“yesterday, I don’t know what time but you were very busy in the call with
the director of finances and it was something very important to the company! I
think she did come, I don’t know! I was very busy with all those file and calls
that have been coming in!” She complained trying to look upset “I
also have been working a lot, I’m also tired and stressed okay?” She cried
out in her defense.
“Why did she call me? Because your main job as an assistant is to
get the calls and the reason why they are calling” he asked rigid trying
to control his voice.
“She said your mom was calling and couldn’t reach you, she wanted
to say something about your dad and a hospital, of course nothing important
because what would her, have of so much importance to talk with you? How her
nail broke?” She rolled her eyes.
Clenching his hand on a fist to control his own temper he glared at her
“Even if it was to talk about a broken nail, I am the one who
decides what is important or not, and she is my wife, so she is always important!”
He spat at her “now gather your things and leave, you may take the day off
to think about it, is not like I can’t work without you.” He turned his
back on her and walked upstairs going to his room.
“Where are you going?” Jaebum asked walking down the stairs.
His assistant long gone.
You had taken a shower and asked one of the maids to help you do a small
bandage on your feet, to protect the small cut from stepping on the shatter
glass. He also took a shower and got dressed up, not like he normally would to
go to his company, after the oddly stressful morning he decided to take it easy
and work from home, that’s why the view of him wearing a pair of jeans and a
hoodie throws you of guard.
“Ja-Jaebum?” You ask feeling dumbly confused, looking at the
man you have never seen without his formal clothes on.
“Hm, yes? I asked where are you going?” He walks down the few
steps left and go towards you, his hair still wet from the shower and not
pushed back, with the hood on and his hands on the connected pocket in front of
the hoodie making him look much softer than he has ever, while in front of
“I-I… I’m going back to the hospital” you said still
surprised but never forgetting how he had acted earlier.
“Hospital?” He looked at you closing the distance fast, the
worry clear in his voice. “Why?”
Sighing and mustang all the courage you could you put your hand over his
arm as you tried to somehow comfort him. “Your dad had an heart attack
yesterday, had to had an emergency surgery, one of his veins was clogged.”
Under your hand you could feel him shaking, and see the blood drains out of his
face. “He is fine now, the surgery went well, he is recovering well, just
need to stay at the hospital for a few more days to make sure his body won’t
reject the implant.” You said caressing his arm, seeing that there was no
response from the man in front of you. “Do you wanna come with
Looking like he had just got out of an hypnosis he nodded his head, no
voice coming out of his mouth as he nervously open and closed it, all your
words making sense to him now. The terror of what happened running through his
body as he felt quite numb while following to your car.
The ride felt like forever to him, his mind forgetting about all his
problems as he waited you drive the way around town to the hospital. He tried
his hardest to focus on your words that said his father was recovering well,
but he fear of almost losing his dad being too much.
He looked at you driving, you had a simple light yellow shirt, and he
could remember that it was a gift from his father to you, the man liked how
bright and pretty you looked on his favorite color. You had a pair of light
blue jeans and yellow flats to match, that one bracelet you always wore, the
diamond ring he put on your finger on the wedding day, and the diamonds on your
ear, giving by your father.
After arriving at the hospital, both of you were surrounded by security
and reported wanting to know about your father-in-law health situation, you
held on Jaebum’s arm while been lead to the elevator that would take you both
to the floor you were to visiting.
Once reaching the room Jaebum’s mom ran to her son’s arms telling him
how worried she had been for him, how scared she was. Also telling the man off
at how he wouldn’t answer his cellphone, and how unreachable he was.
You spent your day keeping company to both, making sure to get food and
water to both, every couple of hours, give them reassuring words, even after
your father-in-law had woken up and the doctors had given their words about his
wellbeing. You had almost dragged your mother-in-law out of the room and to her
car so she could go home and shower, at least.
When the night fell and she was back. After much insistence of her and
the doctors Jaebum accepted to go back home with you. Saying his goodbye to his
father and mother, and wishing his fast recovery both of you headed to the car.
Once again the car ride was quiet, he had his head resting against the
window and eyes outside. You had no words to tell him, the last few times you’d
been on the hospital was to visit your sister when your nephew was born.
Arriving home, Jaebum just dragged his body upstairs and to his room
with no words. Biting your lip and feeling sorry for him you walked to your
Another shower was needed, to wash away that hospital sadness that was
stuck on your body. Taking your time on the shower you washed your hair and
body, once out you dried yourself and went on, on your beauty routine before
going to bed, using the hydrations to your skin and blow drying your hair just
enough to not sleep with it wet.
When you walked out of the bathroom towards the bed in the room you
jumped with a shriek scared of seen Jaebum by the door of your room. He had a
pair of dark sweats and a matching shirt, once again looking oddly ordinary but
also extraordinary for your eyes. You could outline his broad shoulders and
build figure, nothing too much.
"I didn’t want to scary you.” He looked down to his feet
apologizing, to what you just shook your head, your hand still over your chest
as your breathing even out.
His eyes roamed the room, he had chosen the color, the furniture,
everything. But it looked so different, it had your touch to it, you gave it
life. Small details, photo frames and books around the room, your small jewelry
boxy by the dressing table, your perfumes, and hair accessories. Some bags
displayed like work of arts. It felt very different. When his eyes landed on
you he could see that same ordinary beauty you displayed every day, but you had
a different glow on you.
He couldn’t pin point what it was, maybe it was the care you had with
his parents, making sure to wear a gift they had given you for the visit, know
it was a small gesture, his father had complemented your when he saw you had
the silk shirt on. Maybe was how even after he had been rude and stupid with
you, you still had been careful when telling him about his father, or how you
paid attention to his mom, making sure she was eating and taking care of her
He shallows the forming lump on his throat and shook when he tried to
talk again, looking down at his feet his tears started to fall and his cold,
stern and serious image crumbled down.
Taking quick steps you pulled him into your arms, his face hiding
against your neck, his hands wrapping around your waist, as you caressed his
hair and back.
The pain in his sorbs hurt your heart. All your fear of him did not stop
you from wanting to comfort him, didn’t stop your heart to ache in pain with
When he calmed down and his sorbs stopped, his body felt heavier than I
had before, he retreated from you, drying up his tears that didn’t want to
stop, his hand tried to dry up your neck and shoulder where he wetted with
Taking his hand you guided him to your bed, opening the sheets so he
cold lay down. You walked around it to the other side and climbed on, crawling
until you reached his side, he laid his head on your lap, caressing his hair
once again you just tried to comfort him.
“I-I am sorry!” He said in between deep breaths “I didn’t
want to scare you! I never did!” He closed his eyes tightly and breathed
hard trying to calm himself “I just don’t know what to do, you are always
so quiet, and always hides away from me… And I didn’t know what to do, how to
get closer, how to be a good husband. But I never wanted to scare you, I was so
broken when I looked at you and saw how afraid of me you were, how you were
scared of me hitting you.” He let a sorb and shook his head under your
hand. “I would never hurt you like that, I never wanted to hurt you, I
wanted to be a good husband, so we could get to know each other and build
something, maybe a family, maybe love. But I ruined everything! I was so busy
and worried with work that I didn’t look at your, I’m so sorry!” He
pleaded against the fabric of your pajamas shorts.
Thrilling a strand of his hair on your fingers, you lowered your head
and gave him a light kiss on the hair. “The only thing we can’t fix is
death, everything else we can try to make it better and start again
tomorrow.” You said with a short nod when he looked up at you. “We
can try again, with a little more effort from both of us, we can be a family
and build love, know each other and complete one another."
With a swollen face from crying and pouted lips from his sadness he
nodded slowly to your words, a new wave of tears coming to his eyes because of
your kind words and your unspoken forgiveness.
Lying down by his side you kept caressing his hair and watching that
strong imposing man be just a scared boy, that needed to be loved and protected
just like you. He fell asleep tired from all emotions and calmed by the love
you wanted to give away. And you felt asleep by his side, giving him some of
the love you once dreamed of feeling for someone.
I said before I’m having limited access to the computer, and the computer is
freaking slow. My mother’s computer stopped working and since I don’t use
my computer every single day she decided she could share it with me, to do her
stuff. Right now I’m starting to look for a new computer for me, but I still
need to wait a little while until I can afford a good one.
Because of my limited access, I’ve being
using my Ipad to write so when I get on the computer I have to make corrections
on what I wrote. And to help me even more, the program I use to write on the
Ipad changes the format when I open on the computer, making all the spacing
different so I have to re-do it once I’m on the computer.
I´ve been working on old things I had sitting half way
done, so maybe I’ll do a series, when I have enough written to have a few
chapters, or just keep on working on the 100wtsily game for a while, and use
the things I have half way to it somehow.