she just nuzzles into his neck

what if lance talks to the space mice the same way allura does

maybe he doesn’t understand them the same way she does but that’s ok, they understand him

what if he talks about his day or his thoughts with them when everyone else is too busy to listen

what if he gives them names but only ones they approve of

what if the names are his family members so it both hurts and makes his feel better when he calls them

what if on days lance doesn’t feel like talking to anyone they sense it and just nuzzle into his cheek and neck to give him some comfort

what if when he still feels sad the mice put a little show for him to lift his spirits like cartwheeling on his bed or jumping over each other

what if he gives them a watery laugh and gently scratches their heads and bellies in thanks, only crying a little

what if there are days these little mice are the only ones that make him feel loved?

Praise Kink

In which Harry is incredibly nervous and y/n knows just how to calm him down.

A/N: WELL I did it. Barely.  I managed to get this finished before Harry’s single dropped so that I’ll be able to freak out in peace tonight.  I hope you enjoy because this is… kinda filthy.  LOVE YA BUY SIGN OF THE TIMES ON ITUNES!

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From The Dining Table

13 Hours Later.

When she woke up, she was still alone.

Initially, she’d forgotten all about the night before. The first thing she noticed was the strange buzzing sound of the thermostat in the corner, which was obviously not working at all because the room was freezing. The chilly air nipped at her cheeks, and she snuggled further into the mattress as she tucked her head into the comforter with a soft whimper, trying to ignore the buzzing in her head.

Her eyes were still stinging from her tears the night before mixed with the lack of sleep. She’d managed to finally drift off at around four in the morning, but she couldn’t tell by the window whether it was eight in the morning or two in the afternoon.

Their screams from the night before still echoed in the walls.

She slid the covers off of her head and opened her eyes slowly, staring at the pale yellow motel ceiling. It was the color of Easter yellow, she’d decided, and it reminded her of chocolate and gardens and everything happy. It reminded her of some distant life where she probably would have done something to be proud of.

The ache in her chest resonated throughout her entire body, and her head was pounding to the rhythm of her heart—it was the only way she could be sure it was still beating.

She felt like someone had torn it out of her chest.

She turned onto her side and looked at the space in the bed beside her, clutching onto the soft material of the comforter until her knuckles turned white. Waking up on her own wasn’t new to her—she’d done it time and time again in the past two years, so much that she’d become numb to the loneliness that came with it. But this time was different…

This time, she knew he wasn’t coming back.

She suddenly felt a tear roll down her face, and just like that, she couldn’t get him out of her head.

He was everywhere.

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Emotional Cheating

“Hiya love.”

Harry greeted from the doorway of your shared bedroom, his eyes looking discreetly at the clock that stated it’s 1 AM in the wee hours of morning.

“Told you not to wait up for me.”

He took his polo off that was slightly damp from his swear along with his jeans, leaving him in his boxers, going to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth, feeling the extra fatigue come to his system once he felt fresh from having been tired in the studio and having a few drinks in the bar.

He went to your side of the bed and pressed a kiss on your cheek, a downgrade of what used to be a long kiss on your lips or a hug in where he’d nuzzle his face on the crook of your neck, completely inhaling your scent before pressing little kisses.

“How was your day?”

“’S good, finished some backing vocals. Had a few drinks with Nick and Kendall.”

Your stomach slightly felt queasy at the mention of her, but the feeling lifted for a second to realize that Harry’s your boyfriend, not her’s.

You weren’t blind to not see the older pictures of Harry and Kendall every time you scrolled down your feed of any social media account, nor the times Hardy made clear and evident that she was just a friend yet with him being a bit more talkative when she was there.

Yet deep inside you, you had the assurance that Harry loves you, yet not eaxactly as much as expressive as you are.

“You tired, baby?”

You asked, your hand going through his hair which made him release a sound of comfort, his head pressed upon your palm, humming out an answer you expected.


“Baby!”

You immediately relaxed once you heard Harry’s voice the moment he accepted your call, the bass of the loud music as his background not going unnoticed.

“Where are you, love?”

“O — oh! I forgot to tell you this morning! It’s Kendall’s birthday today!”

The plan of spending a special night with Harry crumbled underneath your fingertips, making you take a deep breath to control yourself.

It was supposed to be a night to be spent completely between the both of you, especially now that you were promoted a rank higher in your job, something that you’ve hoped for ever since the start.

“What time are you going home, H?”

He hummed, the image of Harry probably looking at his watch striking in your mind, making you wait anxiously.

“Maybe a few minutes after midnight? And Y/N, baby, I told you not to wait up for me. ’S the reason why you’re always tired in the morning.”

“God forbid I get tired, Harry. Wish her a happy birthday for me, will you?”

“Will do, love,” he almost shouted since he couldn’t hear himself through the music, the sound of his name being called by probably one of his friends being heard by the both of you.

“Okay. I love y-…”

You were cut short with the line being completely dropped, upsetting you maybe a bit more than it should, making you turn your attention to the drink in front of you.


“Cheating. They call it emotional cheating.”

“What?”

Harry’s eyebrows immediately furrowed from what you were saying, stopping himself from putting some clothes in his duffel bag that would last him for a day and in his toiletries, his attention completely turning towards you whose arms are crossed and standing in the doorway.

“Love, what the hell are you saying?”

He asked, nearing towards you and putting his hands on your shoulder, a concerned look on his face.

“Is this about your birthday tomorrow? Baby, I told you I would make up for it. You know I promised James I would come to his baby shower. Which happens to be in a yacht for a day.”

“Harry.”

“Y/N.”

“I would be lying if I tell you that I didn’t notice how invested you are in Kendall. Every time you see her, the picture; the conversations.”

Harry breathed out since he noticed you lately of you changing your habits slightly, of how your eyes looked tired.

Yet beyond that, he didn’t seem to notice on how much you compromised. On how much you adjusted your life around him so you could be simply with him.

“Love, it just happens that James invited Kendall too. It isn’t my decision.”

You stared at your feet, feeling the hollowness in your heart for what felt alike in the past few months, your hands being put on top of his shoulders.

“You love me, right?”

“I do.”


It was obvious.

The moment Harry appeared on the door from the night after James’ baby shower, he already knew that you knew it.

And in fact, you already knew it, if it wasn’t for the people tagging you on posts numerously that your phone blew up with notifications, nor the text James sent saying that he’s sincerely sorry because if he knew, he wouldn’t invite either of them and even scold Harry.

He was looking at you expectingly, the tears already flowing out of his eyes as his heart dropped on the sight of you sitting silently on the couch, cussing himself silently of how much he messed up.

“Please say something.”

His voice cracked, pleading for you to say anything, whether it would favor him or not because at that moment, the silence was killing him slowly. He knew how well you could give a silent treatment and remembered a promise to himself long ago that he wouldn’t cross you again because he hates it.

He hates every single bit of it.

“That’s a nice birthday present.”

His heart tightened of what she just said, regretting the things he’ve done faster than when he did it, fully knowing that you can’t and you’re not looking into his eyes.

“I’m giving you a choice. So you wouldn’t think of me as being selfish.”

You stood up, looking down the floor until your feet was a good ruler away from his shoes, making it as a basis so that you wouldn’t get close to him.

“Five days. First choice is I stay here and not talk nor do anything that has to do with me interacting with you. Second is that I stay in a hotel and we could talk. On the phone, one call. Five minutes a day.”

“Love-…” Harry cut himself short, clenching and unclenching his fist at the weight of the moment he carries.

“It would kill me to not either see you nor talk to you.”

You wanted to fight him with what he said, but you took off the urge, your gaze still fixed on the floor.

“Pick.”

Harry gulped, desperately wanting to fix what he caused in the first place.

“Y/N-…”

“Fucking pick.”

He knew it. He knew it better than anyone should to not break your trust. Especially when you cussed at him while fighting. And yet again, he brought it upon himself. The both of you suffering.

Harry hiccuped out his answer amidst his tears, feeling the pain sear right through his seams that he felt shitty to say the least.

“Second.”


Would he use his five minutes now?

It was less than thirty minutes after you left the house on the same day he went home, bringing yourself and nothing else but your car, your keys, your phone and your cash.

You figured that you would buy clothes in the mini boutiques the hotel has once the air gets too suffocating in your room.

You figured that you would rely on the hotel’s complimentary incentives for the toilteries.

You figured that you would have a drink or two from the mini bar they consider that’s in their mini refigerator.

Harry thought of it for a moment if it would be a good time to use his five minutes. Even better is what’s he going to say.

Your commitment is hanging on by five phone calls he’s going to make, your judgement, and maybe includes his prayers for you to be back on his arms.


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Second chance

(A/N): I just really needed Bucky fluff so

Summary: (Y/N) gives Bucky a home, a family, love, a second chance.

Warnings: fluff

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @livandlilah, @callmeoncette


Originally posted by veestronger

   Bucky winces as the front door creaked; he’d have to change the hinges soon. The floor boards ached underneath his boots, making awful creaking noises with each step. Goddamit, he was trying to be quiet for fucks sake and his 7,000 year old house was making that nearly impossible.

   “You’re back early,” Bucky looks up from the old wooden floor to look upon his wife, standing at the foot of their stairs with a robe wrappedaround her body. Bucky can’t help but smile as he lowers his bag to the ground, immediately enveloping (Y/N) into a tight hug.

   “Mission went off without a hitch,”

   “Mmhh, that’s good,” (Y/N) hums softly as she runs her fingers through Bucky’s sweat matted hair. “No bruises, cuts, broken bones?”

   “My leg has a small scratch, nothing to be too worried about,” (Y/N) releases Bucky from their hug instead taking his hands as she quietly led him up the stairs, stopping when the floorboards would creak gently. It took a few minutes but (Y/N) finally got them up the stairs and into their shared bedroom.

   (Y/N) immediately drags Bucky to their bathroom, gingerly forcing him down onto the side of their bathtub, a vintage claw foot that Bucky spent years trying to install.

   “Clothes off,” (Y/N) states matter of factly as she reaches under their sink, grabbing the first aid kit she always had on hand.

   “(Y/N), it’s really nothin’ to worry about doll, just a little scratch-”

   “Don’t make me tell you again Mr. Barnes,” (Y/N) clucked her tongue at him, smiling just a bit. Bucky smiled as he unbuttoned his vest, letting it droop to the floor as he began worming his boots and pants off. Before his pants were even off his leg (Y/N) pounced upon him, inspecting his wound thoroughly as though she were some kind of surgeon. She might as well have been a surgeon given how often she was stitching Bucky up, making him feel better and okay.

   “I don’t think it’s going to need any stitches- this time,” (Y/N) adds the last part with a soft smile. “Probably just some cleaning and a bandage.”

   “See, what did I tell you-”

   “But you need a shower, you smell horrible,” Bucky chuckles gingerly as he shakes his head, still being mindful enough to be quiet.

   “Only if you join me,” (Y/N) smiles softly, chuckling herself.

   “I have to go make breakfast soon-”

  “We’ll help each other, promise,”

   “James Buchanan Barnes, the last time you tried to cook in my kitchen you nearly burned our entire house down,”

   “Yeah, but then we got to renovate, remember how fun that was?”

   “I remember you nailing your hand to a piece wood, that’s for sure,” (Y/N) chuckles again, shaking her head fondly at the memory.

   “Well, I have experience now and I promise I won’t burn our kitchen down,” Bucky smiles softly, his eyes twinkling with a warm sort of fondness for his wife. “Please join me?”

   “Fine, but only because you asked so nicely,” (Y/N) slides off her robe as Bucky turns their tub on, letting it fill up with warm water before he and (Y/N) clambered In.

   Bucky looks back as (Y/N) slides her bra off, leaving her completely vulnerable to his gaze. It felt like Bucky’s breath had been taken away; it didn’t matter how many times he looked at (Y/N), every time he did it felt like the first, every single time.

   “You’re gorgeous,” Bucky whispers as he settles his hands on (Y/N)’s waist as his gaze rakes up and down her body, taking every chunk of her in. “So gorgeous,” Bucky leans forward, pressing a series of kisses along (Y/N)’s hips, stomach, and sternum. Her breath hitches in the back of her throat and her hands immediately fly to his hair, gripping it gently.

   “Bucky, bath first, sex after breakfast,” Bucky smiles as he pulls back, looking up at (Y/N) adoringly.

   “You’re no fun,”

   “Get in the tub you loser,” (Y/N) chuckles as they give his shoulder a gentle tap, before she clambers into the tub, taking up almost half the thing.

   “God, we need a new tub,” Bucky mutters as he slides in, right between (Y/N)’s legs.

   “And you’re not installing it,” (Y/N) presses a gentle kiss to his forehead as she grabs his shampoo bottle, flipping the cap open and squirting some onto her palm.

   “Why not?” Bucky pouts adorably as (Y/N) uses her free hand to work some water into his hair.

   “I don’t need to remind you of what happened the last time you tried to install something,” (Y/N) chuckles as she works the water into his hair, soaking it before working the shampoo in. Bucky hums in delight, sighing as he relaxes against (Y/N)’s body.

   “It was my first time, I can do it so well now-”

   “Bucky,” (Y/N) title his head up enough that she can lean down to press a kiss to his lips. “No more repairs or installations for you, we’ll get a contractor to come out and help,”

   “What the hell kind of contractor is going to come all the way out here?”

   “Bucky, stop squirming or you’re going to get shampoo in your eyes,” (Y/N) chuckles as she fondly strokes her husband’s scruffy cheek, just a barely there touch that she knew he enjoyed so much.

   Bucky settles down, enough for (Y/N) to wash his hair, condition it, and manage to cover some parts of his body in soap.

   “And I’m sure uncle Clint wouldn’t mind coming in to help fix the tub,”

   “You’d pick Clint over me?” Bucky looks almost appalled as he looks up at (Y/N), his eyes narrowed and mouth open. (Y/N) smirks as she hands the soap over to Bucky, smacking the soapy bar into his outstretched hand.

   “Mhm, yes I would,”

   “I’m offended,” Bucky mutters as he washes all the parts (Y/N) wasn’t able to get, namely anything past his pecs.

   “Boohoo,” (Y/N) chuckles as Bucky begins to work on his legs, having to sling one of them over the edge of the tub to clean it. “I’ll make it up to you later,”

   “Yeah,” Bucky grumbles as he works on the other leg. “I’m sure you will,” (Y/N) smiles as she tilts her head, just enough to kiss the side of Bucky’s head.

   “How about waffles for breakfast and me for dessert?” Bucky hums as he sets the soap down, tilting his head up to smile at (Y/N).

   “That sounds heavenly,”

   “Well let’s get going then Big guy,” (Y/N) chuckles softly as Bucky clambers out of the tub, grabbing a towel for himself and two for (Y/N).

   “Thank you,” (Y/N) gets on her tiptoes to press a kiss to Bucky’s lips before quickly pulling away again. “You’re running out of clothes to wear,” (Y/N) comments as she throws him a pair of boxers and loose sweats. “We’ll have to go shopping soon,” Bucky Hums as he gets dressed, sliding his clothing on as he watched (Y/N). God- he could just look at her all day. She was beautiful in his eyes, any little imperfection that she hated Bucky loved, any stretch mark or unwanted mole, any “fat” that she claimed to have he loved it.

   Bucky can’t help but wrap his hands around (Y/N)’s waist as she slips a shirt on, letting it bunch around his arms.

   “I missed you,” Bucky whispers as he nuzzles his face into the crook of her neck. “I missed this,” (Y/N) sighs as she settles her arms over his, grasping his hands gently and giving them a gentle squeeze.

   “I missed you too…how long will you be staying this time?”

   “Whenever Fury calls me back,” Bucky presses his lips to (Y/N)’s neck, giving her a series of open mouthed kisses. (Y/N) hums pleasurably, tilting her head to the side a bit to give Bucky better access.

   “We miss you,” (Y/N) whispers, stopping Bucky dead in his tracks. We. (Y/N) and their children; their children. Sometimes Bucky forgot he had a life here, a loving wife, three amazing kids, he was so caught up with Shield and missions and hydra that he forgot that he was past that part of his life; he didn’t have to worry about hydra, shield and missions weren’t his day and night anymore but (Y/N) was, his family was.

   “I know baby,” Bucky sighs as he breaks away, rubbing at his forehead as he does. “I need to resign, I need to do something-”

   “Don’t do anything you don’t want to do, I don’t want you to feel like you have to give up shield for us-”

   “But I want to,” Bucky hangs his head, sighing once again. “I want to leave that chapter of my life behind. It’s like I’m stuck on the same damn page twenty four seven and I hate it. You guys are my new chapter, I just need to stop going back and rereading the last ones…” (Y/N) smiles softly as she reaches out, holding Bucky gently.

   “Then take a break, stay at home, learn how to cook, fix our tub and walls-”

   “I thought you said no more renovations for me?” Bucky smiles just a bit, one quirk of his lip is all.

   “Mh, I’ve changed my mind, plus if you’re going to be here all the time you’re going to need to learn how to do some work,” Bucky chuckles as he holds (Y/N), a sweetly almost earthy sound filling the air.

   “You’re rude to me,”

   “Yeah I am,” (Y/N) smiles as she gently kisses Bucky’s bare chest. “And you love me for it,” (Y/N) pulls away, taking Bucky by the hand as she gently guides him down the stairs and into their kitchen.

   “Yeah, unfortunately I do,” (Y/N) gasps, feigning hurt as she clutches at her heart.

   “I’m hurt, wounded,” Bucky chuckles as he wraps his arms back around (Y/N)’s waist, smiling as he squeezed them gently. “No, stop, I’m mad at you,” (Y/N) laughs as Bucky nuzzles his scruffy face in the crook of her neck, tickling her gently. “Bucky, stop, we have to make breakfast!” (Y/N) whispers harshly to the soldier but her smile betrayed her tone.

   “If you keep yellin’ like that you’re gonna wake the kids up,”

   “Yeah, and it’ll be your fault-” (Y/N) smiles as she waddles towards their fridge, dragging Bucky with her as he refused to let go of her waist. “I thought you said you were helping,” (Y/N) smirks as she reaches for the milk and eggs, holding them both in one hand while the other retrieved a small pack of bacon.

   “I am,” Bucky chuckles as he grips (Y/N)’s hips gently.

   “Then get me some flour and salt,” Bucky smiles as he presses a kiss to (Y/N)’s cheek before sauntering off to retrieve all the necessary items for waffles.

   Bucky’s hand stalls as he reaches for a bag of sugar- He stared at the metal plating, stained with years of wear and tear, bodily fluids, and plenty of chalk and paint from both Steve and his children. It didn’t seem like too long ago when he’d used that same hand to choke innocent victims, it didn’t seem like years ago when one day a certain woman came up to him, held his hand, and begged him to help her. That’s how he had met (Y/N). She was being followed by a few shady men and she came to Bucky’s side for comfort. She didn’t even know him, he looked like an ex con for fucks sake and yet she still took his hand and begged for help. He remembered looking into those shining eyes of hers and feeling his heart clench as he was met with a fearful gaze. She begged him to pretend to be her boyfriend, which he gladly did.

   They had walked around, stopped at a cafe, talked, and eventually stopped at Central Park. Bucky was having such a fantastic time that he didn’t even notice when the men stopped following the two of them, and apparently so did (Y/N).

   “They stopped,” (Y/N) had whispered as she looked around the park. “Oh my god, thank you so much Bucky, thank you so, so, so much. How can I repay you?”

   “How about a real date, one where we don’t have to worry about men following us around?” Bucky knew it was a long shot, he was the infamous winter soldier after all, there was no way (Y/N) would ever agree-

   “I’d love that,” (Y/N) had whispered, giving his hand a good squeeze. It was in that moment Bucky realized for the first time in forever he wasn’t scared. He wasn’t afraid he was going to hurt (Y/N), he wasn’t afraid that hydra was lurking around the corner, he wasn’t afraid of what the next mission would be, for once he could finally just be.

   “Buck, I need that sugar,” (Y/N) smiled tenderly at Bucky as she held a whisk in her hand, parts of it dripping in thick batter.

   Bucky clears his throat as he reaches for the sugar, snatching it up before handing it to (Y/N).

   (Y/N) had given him a second chance. He had been a broken shell, something of the man he once used to be but when (Y/N) showed up the pieces slowly started to fall back into place. He didn’t feel so scared anymore, he slowly adopted the old Bucky Barnes back into his life, the fun, playful, loving one that everyone had missed so much. (Y/N) had given him a second chance at life.

   “Daddy!” Three high pitched voices break him away from his thoughts. Three pairs of feet hit the hardwood as Bucky’s kids come barreling after him; Elizabeth, Collin, and Ben. Ben and Collin were his first two kids, twins, and Elizabeth was the youngest, daddy’s princess.

   All three kids latch onto Bucky immediately, shouting happily as they climb all over him. Bucky laughs as he picks up Elizabeth and Ben, letting Collin climb (more like Jump) up onto his back.

   “Yeah, yeah, daddy missed you too you goofballs,”

   “Daddy, I drew you a bunch of pictures!” Elizabeth cries happily, pointing to the fridge with a small finger. Bucky looks surprised as he looks at them, smiling widely when Elizabeth giggles.

   “They’re beautiful baby,”

   “Daddy! I finally hit our baseball into that meadow!”

   “Did you now?” Bucky looks at Ben, who was looking up at his father adoringly.

   “Oh yes he did, he went in to retrieve it and I couldn’t find him for half an hour,” Bucky laughs as (Y/N) continues to whisk and fold the batter.

   “And Collin,” Bucky tilted his head backwards, smiling at his son. “What have you been up to Buddy?”

   “Mommy’s been teaching me how to read big boy books!”

   “Like what?”

   “Harry- Harry-”

   “Harry potter?”

   “Yes!” Colin smiles excitedly.

  “That’s so cool!”

  “Yeah!” Collin nods as he wraps his arms around Bucky’s head, making it impossible to see anything.

   “Kids, why don’t you go play on the swing and daddy will come play once breakfast is almost done?” The children squeal happily as they jump off Bucky, rushing to the back door and out into their endless backyard.

   Bucky smiles fondly as he watches them scurry off, his heart clenching just a bit. Years ago he never would have believe he’d settle down, get married, have a family, he had been too dangerous for that but here he was, making breakfast for his wife and children and in his own home too, not some tower or sanctuary, his own home with rooms and a kitchen and a backyard.

   Bucky can feel the tears burn at his eyes but he ignores them for now. Instead he wraps his arms around (Y/N) once again as his lips find purchase on her temple.

   “Thank you,” Bucky whispers hoarsely, making it obvious he was on the verge of tears. (Y/N) immediately looks at him, her beautiful eyes shrouded in worry.

   “What for?” Bucky smiles gently as he rubs his nose against (Y/N)’s, inhaling her comforting scent deeply.

   “For giving me a second chance,”

Seven Minutes (Adrienette)

This is for @sinnian (aka the wonderful @lunian) based on their steamy steamy art that you should all be checking out. And because the world needs more trope-y Adrienette sin ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯

(Big thanks to @insanitysscribblings and @breeeliss for helping me fill in some major chunks you guys are the BOMB)

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Marinette was going to kill Alya for talking her into this situation. Slowly, and in a very personal way.

It was one thing for Alya to weasel out Marinette’s guilty fantasies surrounding Adrien- a.k.a. cute crush turned irresistible beefcake in the span of only five years. It was quite another for Alya to then force those sexy daydreams (that were never meant to see the light of day!) to actually happen in real life. 

In public, no less!

It was third, even more unfathomable thing for her to shove Marinette face-first into a closet with said irresistible beefcake, the click of the lock and her manic, half-drunk laugh echoing through the tiny space as Marinette stood there like an idiot. A tipsy, dressed-scantily-for-a-party idiot radiating nothing short of pure want for the young man sandwiched in there with her.

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One And Only

IMAGINE: Both Mary and John know that (Y/N) has Sherlock wrapped around her finger. Sherlock, being Sherlock refuses to believe this. Can one dance change his mind? 

[gif is not mine. a bit fluffy and ooc of sherlock (sometimes).] 

warnings: none

words: 1059


He stood there bashfully, no not bashful but just not wanting to interact with people. He was watching her, like what he did with others. He deduced her and found her fascinating, he usually wasn’t attracted to anyone, he was a lone wolf with the exception of his brother and John. Why was he suddenly feeling this way?

He saw her dance with her colleague, maybe? Or her friend? Either way he was jealous and he did not like feeling this way. Although lately he’s been feeling jealous if there was a guy anywhere near her, or who looked at her like a piece of meat. He felt possessive over her.

She was beautiful today, like any other day. She was wearing casual clothes, her hair up in a bun and a smile that graced her face. How did he get to meet her?

“Hello you.” She greeted him as she walked up to him. “What are you doing here all alone?” She gave him a hug which he hesitantly returned.

“Hello. You know me, this is a good place to observe.” He waved his hand around and gave her a small smile.

“Well, stop observing and dance with me. This is a club, you know? You dance, you socialise and you don’t deduce,” she laughed, not at him but with him. “So, come on stop it and have fun!” Her voice went a bit husky at the end and he felt unnecessary  blood flowing between his legs.

“Can I just sit here instead? I haven’t been to one of these, I don’t know what to do.”

“Alright fine,” she pouted, “but let me buy you a drink and we can socialise together.” She winked at him as she walked over to the bar.

He walked over to a free booth and sat down. ‘This place is odd.’ “She’s got you wrapped around your finger huh?” He heard John as he sat down next to him. “She’s good for you Sherlock. You both deserve each other.” Mary who sat next to him nodded enthusiastically. “See? Mary agrees with me.”

“What are you talking about?” Sherlock feigning innocence. “We are nothing but friends.”

“But friends turn into lovers Sherlock,” Mary put her input in, “and I can see the way she looks at you she feels the same way. That girl is enamoured with you.”

Sherlock couldn’t help but feel something stir inside him. ‘Well this is a weird feeling.’ “Wow, Sherlock Holmes speechless, that’s one for the books.” John teased him as he sipped his beer.

“What’s this? Sherlock being speechless?” He saw her as she tried not to tip over the beers she was holding. “Who managed to make him speechless? I want to personally meet them.” She winked at him as she slid over next to him.

‘She smells like fruit. Apple and grapefruit, not one of those really fruity smells, just the right ratio. And it smells heavenly.’  “No one’s managed to make me speechless.”

“Well, that’s sad.” She laughed along with John and Mary.

“How was your trip to the bar?” Sherlock asked, he wasn’t good at this. Never was. That’s why he stayed out of dating.

She gave him a confused look, “It was fun, I guess? I got a discount off the beers.”

He saw John silently chuckling to himself and gave him a glare. “Well, this is a great club. How did you find this?”

She shrugged, “It isn’t really a bar, more like a get together social thing.” She furrowed her brows and laughed. “I know, what a great description but that’s the best I can do. That’s why I’m friends with you, you’re great at describing things.” She winked at him and scooted closer to him.

“That’s why you’re friends with me?”

“Of course.” She linked her arms around Sherlock’s neck and nuzzled his neck. “I’m kidding. You’re a great man, there’s a lot more reasons as to why I’m friends with you but I can’t be bothered.”

Sherlock felt heat rush up to his neck and face. John raised one of his eyebrows at him. “Excuse me?” Sherlock and John’s stare were interrupted by a man. “Sorry to bother, but I was just wondering if you would like to dance?” He turned to her and offered his hand.

He saw her blush and felt jealousy creeping in again. “Sorry,” she briefly looked at Sherlock, “I’m feeling a bit tired and I just don’t feel like dancing.” She gave him one of her trademark smiles.

“Oh, okay then.” He gave her a brief grin and walked away.

Sherlock felt relieved and relaxed in his spot. The four of them talked on for about 25 minutes until she heard her favourite song. “Ladies and Gentleman now is the time to take your loved ones out to dance floor.”  The song ‘One and Only’ by Adele began.

“I love this song!” She exclaimed as she jumped out of the booth. “Dance with me please?” She held out her hand to Sherlock who had an impassive look on his face. “I always dance to this song.”

John and Mary watched the scene unfold before them. They really did think that she was perfect for Sherlock. They complimented each other, very well infact.

Sherlock felt the odd sensation in his stomach again. It felt nice. He didn’t reply to her but just took her hand and led them to the dance floor. “I thought you were tired?” He held her waist as one of her hands clutched his arm and took his other hand.

“Can I tell you a secret?” She whispered into his ear. He nodded. “I just didn’t want to dance with him, I wanted to dance with someone else.” She rested her head on his chest.

‘This feels nice. More than nice. Indescribable.’ “Who?”

“Guess. You’re good at this.” She felt his chest rumble with a silent laugh. “Figured it then did you?”

‘Yes.’ He responded with a hum. ‘I could get used to this.’ He gripped her waist a bit tighter and she hugged him tighter.

John and Mary who were still sitting in the booth both smiled at each other and raised their glasses. “Who do you think will ask first?” Mary asked her husband.

“Her.” Mary laughed and nodded. “But the first to say I love you? Him.”

Her.

This is a soulmate story and completely different to what I usually write about. It took me forever to write but I actually like how it turned out. Let me know what you think and if you would like to read another part. Thank you.xxx

Ouch.
Harry looked down to where it felt like he chopped his whole finger off and huffed when he found his skin flawless. Of course. Of course, it wasn’t him who hurt himself it was her. She was the clumsiest thing he ever met, he swears to-
He actually never met her. And maybe that was exactly why he was so huffy and grumpy all the time and got even more irritated when she didn’t watch where she was going.
She was his soulmate ans she took an awful lot of time to finally get to him. Even though Harry had to admit that he wasn’t too sure if he would be over the moon happy as everyone said he would be when he finally met her.
She was just an awful lot. She was happy when Harry was sad, and when Harry was happy, she was sad.
The fact that he felt her emotions just as strong as his own made him go insane, the doubled trouble too much for him at times. But sometimes it comforted him to know that she felt the same. That she felt him. He loved it when she would rub her own tummy when she felt him mopping around because he felt her rubs and it made him happy. And he loved to kiss over the parts she hurt on his self when he felt the burn on his skin because he knew it made it better for her.
Just how he did now. He kissed over his fingertip three times, a forth time when he still felt her pout.
Yes, he loved her with all his heart even though sometimes he felt like crying frustrated tears when she became too much for him to handle.
The only thing he didn’t love about her was that she took so awfully long to get to him. All his friends already found their other half while he searched for her everyday but she was nowhere to be found.
It didn’t help that she had a boyfriend either. Harry didn’t knew why she needed a boyfriend when she,(he’ll stop with the annoying stressing on ‘she’ now even though he felt the need to express that she wasn’t just any she), when she had him. It broke his heart over and over again when he felt her boyfriend kissing her because only Harry was supposed to do that. Harry didn’t understand why she needed a boyfriend when she sent an ‘I love you’ to Harry every night before she fell asleep.
When Harry told his mum that he was able to communicate with her her jaw dropped to the floor and she gushed about how special that was and while they already were soulmates they had an even more special connection than others. Harry believed it was just because it took so long and their souls craved each other so they had to find a way to overcome the distance.
While they were only able to communicate in the morning and at night it was enough because he had the time to tell her that he loved her and longed for her and needed her and so much more. But it still wasn’t enough because even though it was nice to hear her telling him how much she loved him every day he wanted to see her lips wrapping around the words before he wrapped his lips around hers. He wanted to be able to hold her and have her hold him and be with her. Even though he knew he had forever with her he needed forever to start as soon as possible.


Y/N was just as desperate to find him even though she had a boyfriend. She liked her boyfriend but didn’t love him because there was only one person she could ever love. But because she hasn’t found him yet she needed a distraction so the hole in her chest couldn’t grow any more and eventually swallow her whole.
She loved him so much already. So, so much. Even though she wouldn’t admit it she was dependent on him already, she lived for the ‘I love you’s he sent her and his kisses when she hurt herself.
Just like now, she felt the gentle pressure of his pillowy lips against her fingertip and just like every time it happened she just wanted to feel his lips against hers. She just wanted him here with her.
Harry felt her pain just like always. It didn’t matter if it was physical pain or emotional pain, he felt it. He closed his eyes with frustration but not because she annoyed him, no. Because he wished he could take that pain away from her. Make her forget she ever felt lonely.
He sent her a ‘Soon, my love.’, and hoped she heard him because somehow it was still morning even though it was 11:13.
'Soon isn’t soon enough.’ he received back and smiled softly in agreement.
'We’ll find each other. I promise.’ Oh, how he wished he could send her a hug as well.
“Promise to love me too?”
“More than anything.”

It was the longest conversation they ever had. Harry had a feeling it was because their connection grew stronger with each day. Maybe that meant they’ll meet each other soon?


When it happened nothing could have prepared Harry for the feeling he felt when their eyes met for the very first time. The whole world stopped and he saw nothing but her. She was beautiful. So incredibly beautiful. Her eyes had the color of melted chocolate and Harry loved melted chocolate. Her lips were plump and full, their color reminded him of strawberries and when he thought about strawberries with melted chocolate he felt like he could cry.
When Y/N’s eyes landed on him it was like time stood still and nothing existed but him. And her. Together. His eyes had an ocean like color and Y/N loved the ocean. His lips were plump and perfectly shaped, their color reminded her of raspberries and when she thought about a day by the ocean with raspberries she felt like she could cry.
They pushed through the people who were in their way until they reached each other, both not looking away for a single second.
“My love.” Harry cried and reached out to touch her skin.
She closed her eyes when he touched her, overwhelmed by the love she felt for the man standing in front of her. The love radiating of of him.
Harry pulled her to him, wrapping her in a tight hug. Y/N nuzzled her face into his neck, kissing his shoulder a few times. She liked the way he smelled, like fresh laundry and a tad bit of perfume.
Harry loved the way she wrapped around him perfectly, she was made for him. Just for him, he knew it.
“What’s your name?” he asked her quietly, pulling back a bit to look into her eyes and a new wave of love for her hit him when he saw her loving gaze.
“Y/N.” she told him.
“Y/N.” he repeated in awe.
“Beautiful. I’m Harry.”
“Harry.” she whispered and stroked over his cheek.
God, she loved him. Her eyes wandered over his face, trying to memorize every little detail. He was handsome. So incredibly handsome. Actually, handsome wasn’t the right adjective to describe him. Beautiful. Yeah, beautiful seemed to fit better.
Harry watched her, how her eyes ran over his features. Under any other circumstances he would have felt uncomfortable if someone would have looked at him so intently but it was her and he loved the way she looked at him. He loved it because her eyes held love and adoration.
Harry was sure that she was the most beautiful woman to ever walk the earth. She was absolutely and completely perfect. And she was his. Well, not exactly…
Y/N watched with concern how the smile left his face and a frown took over his features.
“Hey, what’s going on?” she asked him gently and grabbed onto his hands, frowning herself when she felt his big rings which blocked her from feeling his fingers thread through hers, blocked her from feeling his skin against hers.
“Will you come home with me? So we can talk?” he questioned almost shyly, squeezing her hands so she knew he was alright.
“Of course.” she nodded without a hint of hesitation.
He might still be a stranger but she loved him and she had no worries about going home with him.


Once they arrived Harry made them both some tea,taking his time with the process. Y/N couldn’t help but notice the change in his demeanor, how the happiness from earlier seemed to be completely gone and replaced with… frustration?
She also couldn’t help the horrible thought that took over her mind. Her worst nightmares of her soulmate not being happy with her. Not loving her. What if Harry had a completely different idea of his other half? What if she wasn’t enough for him?
“Y-You’re not happy that you met me, right?” she asked shakily.
Harry whirled around with shock, he felt like someone just punched him in the throat . She might as well have.
“What? Darling, no.” he shook his head vehemently and rushed over to her, hugging her tightly to his chest.
“No, no, no.” he whimpered and kissed her forehead over and over again.
“Don’t ever think that. You hear me?”
“Then what’s going on? You seem like something is bothering you. Something about me.” she searched his eyes but found no answer.
It was crazy because now that she actually was with him she couldn’t feel his emotions anymore. At least not the way she did before.
“Yeah…” Harry admitted somewhat ashamed.
“Yeah? What is it?” she begged to know and almost lost her mind when Harry pulled away from her.
“It’s just… You have a boyfriend and… I don’t know what to do with that.”
She starred at him for a few moments. This time she was in shock. He knew that? And why did he think of it when she hasn’t thought about her boyfriend for a single second since she met Harry?
“How do you…” she trailed off but she didn’t need to finish her sentence.
“I feel it. I feel it every time he kisses you because it breaks my heart. And I also feel it when you do… other things. Feels like someone rips my heart out then.”
“Harry… I’m sorry. But I’m sure you had a girlfriend before as well, so-”
“No, I haven’t.” he shook his head.
“You haven’t?” she asked disbelievingly.
“No. Why should I want a girlfriend who could never make me happy when the love of my life is waiting for me?”
“Harry…” she sighed.
“I mean I know that people have relationships before they meet their other half but I just never wanted that. I want to discover everything that comes with love with you and nobody else. I hoped my soulmate would feel the same.”
“Do you really think I love him?”
“I feel the butterflies whenever you look at him, love.” he smiled sadly.
“I like him. And he’s important to me. But that’s it. There’s only one person I will ever be able to love and that’s you.”
“But… but when you know that why do you need him?” he asked her.
“Because I’m lonely. I hate being on my own. I always hated that empty feeling in my chest and knowing that only one person on this whole planet could fill that empty space… I felt hopeless.”
He understood her, he did. But then again, he didn’t. Didn’t she know that he felt exactly the same? He felt empty and lonely but he knew that anyone who wasn’t her couldn’t take those feelings away from him.
What he really couldn’t understand was how she could catch feelings for her boyfriend. He always thought it wasn’t possible for someone to fall in love with anyone but their soulmate. And she was in love with her boyfriend even if she wouldn’t admit it.
“You love him.” Harry stated.
“Harry, I don’t. I love you. You.
“But you love him too.”
She sighed with frustration and walked over to where he was standing, taking his face in her hands and forcing him to look at her.
“He’s important to me but I don’t love him. I never could.”
She gave Harry a chance to prostest again but his mouth remained shut.
“Now can we please stop fighting about this? I never thought I’d fight with you the first time I meet you.”
Harry nodded and sighed, she was right.
“I love you, okay? Please don’t ever doubt that.”
“I love you too.” Harry mumbled and pulled her closer to him, flush against his chest with his arms around her waist.
Y/N threaded her fingers through his short curls, scratching lightly against his scalp because she knew how much Harry loved that. She pressed a kiss to the shell of his ears, smiling softly at the grateful hum she received.
She pulled back a bit to look at him, stroking his cheeks tenderly and admiring the way his eyes closed with the pleasure of having her here with him.
“Harry…” she whispered softly.
“Hm?”
“I want to kiss you.”
His eyes opened immediately, his nerves evident. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
He hasn’t thought about that yet. He never kissed someone before. What if he messes up completely? What if he’s so bad that she doesn’t want him anymore?
What if… he isn’t as good as her boyfriend?
“We d-don’t have to if that’s t-to fast for you. We can take it slow.” she stuttered.
“No! No, no, no. Of course I want to kiss you. But… it’s just… you’re my first. And I don’t want to mess up.” he shrugged shyly.
“Harry, you could never mess up. You kissed my forehead earlier, right? S'just the same only on the lips.”
Harry nodded and thought for a moment. He could do it, right?
He pulled her as close as he possibly could, one hand on the side of her face and the other one squeezing her waist. Y/N cupped his face in her own hands, stroking over his raspberry pink lips that she noticed immediately when her eyes landed on him for the first time earlier. They were soft to the touch and she could feel a light layer of chapstick.
And then she leaned in. First she rubbed the tip of her nose against his before she tilted her head to the side and captured his bottom lip between hers. The kiss was soft and loving, letting him get used to the feeling of being kissed before she fastened her lips to his again and let them linger, humming softly when she felt him kiss her back. With the next one she licked over his bottom lip with her tongue, motioning for him to open for her and he did, moaning when her tongue licked over his. She pressed a few more pecks against his lips before pulling back, chuckling softly when he whined at the loss.
He opened his eyes and saw her gentle smile that showed nothing but pure happiness. Her eyes were sparkling and he could see the love in them. This was just what he wanted. What he’s been waiting for all his life.
“Was I any good?” he asked sheepishly when he felt his cheeks heating up from her intense gaze.
“You were perfect. Best kiss I ever had.” she reassured him, pecking his lips again to prove her point.
“Love your kisses.” he admitted shyly.
Y/N didn’t think it could be possible for someone to be smoking hot but adorably cute at the same time. And he was her soulmate. How lucky was she?!
“I love kissing you.” she whispered before touching her lips to his again.
“Does it…” he started but shook his head, deciding against asking her the question that burnt on his tongue.
“What, hm?” she asked him and grabbed one of his hands to somehow make him feel more confident.
“Does it feel the same when you kiss your boyfriend?”
He shouldn’t have asked. He knew it when she sighed that he shouldn’t have asked. God, he was stupid.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t ha-”
“It doesn’t. It doesn’t compare to this. Not at all. When I kiss you I feel butterflies and fireworks and tingles and like… like I’m on top of the world. I don’t feel that with my boyfriend.”
Harry nodded relieved, even though that was his first kiss he could make her feel like that. And no one else could, no matter how much practice they had.
He guided her mouth to his, kissing her this time. It was a warm peck that made Y/N shudder and Harry couldn’t help but press against her more due to that reaction.

They moved to Harry’s couch then, kissing and giggling and declaring their love to each other. They were so happy. So incredibly happy that they were sure their hearts were going to burst any second. It was perfect. So perfect that Harry was sure nothing could destroy this moment…
“Will you stay the night?” he asked her in a whisper, watching how she lifted her head from his chest, stroking a tot of hair behind her ear.
“I can’t, Harry.” she sighed sadly, biting her lips when she saw his face fall.
“I need to feed my cat and Matthew is probably already worried about me.” she explained, frowning when his face fell even more.
“Can’t you text him? He can feed your cat, no?”
“He doesn’t have a key to my apartment.”
Harry sighed defeated and turned his head to look at the ceiling.
“Harry…” Y/N sighed sadly and sat up to look at him.
“We’ll get breakfast tomorrow, yeah? You can come over tomorrow and I’ll prepare us some pancakes and smoothies and everything you love.”
“I just… I don’t want to go back to being without you.” Harry mumbled.
“I don’t either. But only for tonight okay?”
Harry sighed but nodded, his heart feeling heavy in his chest at the thought of her leaving him.
“Are you going to talk to him? Tell him about us?” he asked in a hopeful tone.
He just wanted her to break up with her boyfriend and forget about him completely. Even though she reassured Harry over and over again that she only loved him, he didn’t like that boy one bit.
“Y-Yeah.”
“Promise?”
She nodded and smiled softly before Harry leaned up and kissed her lips again and again, so long until she really had to leave.
She gave him her number and countless kisses before she rushed out his door with an 'I love you!’.
Harry wasn’t as happy as he thought he would be. He always thought that once he met his other half everything would fall into place and finally make sense. That he would feel secure and safe but that wasn’t the case at all. He never felt so insecure before.
He felt her again when she was far enough away from him, felt her nerves and worries.
And he felt it when her boyfriend came over and she kissed him. He felt it more intense than before he met her and he hated it. Hated it that she still got butterflies in her tummy and leaned in for another kiss after she kissed Harry. How could she?
And he knew she didn’t talk to him because an hour later he could feel her having sex with her boyfriend. Making love to another man.
Cheating on him.
What was Harry supposed to do with that?

in which y/n stands harry up… again…

She tip toed through the door hoping by some grace of god that he wouldn’t be waiting up for her. She carefully peeked her head in each room before the rest of her body followed. It almost seemed as if she’d make it through the night unscathed, that is until she walked into their bedroom and saw him sitting on the bed, lower half tucked underneath the covers as he casually toyed around on his phone. 

He looked up as she entered the room cautiously, and she offered him a small, guilty smile to which he rolled his eyes. “Harry–” she began, but he quickly cut her off. 

“Don’t.”

She dropped her bags and scuttled over to the bed. “I’m sorry, H.”

“I said, ‘don’t’.”

“I know you’re mad, but please just let me explain.”

“Mad?” He chuckled manically. “I was mad the first three times you stood me up. I was mad for the first 45 minutes of sitting in that restaurant actually thinking you were going to show up this time. Now, I’m furious." 

She looked to him with sad eyes. "I tried calling you,” she muttered pitifully.

“Oh yeah thanks for letting me know you weren’t going to make it an hour after you were supposed to be there. Real considerate.” He stood up, rolling his eyes, seemingly too mad to stay seated any longer. 

She was a bit annoyed. It had been a long and trying day. She had every intention of meeting him for dinner, but corporate came down and she was more or less forced into working over time. She couldn’t bail, not when her team and her boss were counting on her, not when her job could possibly be on the line. “I couldn’t get to my phone, Harry. The big bosses came down. I really wanted to be there, but I couldn’t just leave. I’m sorry.”

“These days it just seems like it’s always something with you. You’re leaving early, getting home late, missing every date we set. Is there something you’d like to tell me?”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “I don’t like what you’re insinuating.”

He exhaled heavily. “Well, I don’t know what I’m supposed to think! We never talk anymore!”

"I’m trying to talk to you now, Harry, but you’re refusing to listen!”

He took a few deep breaths before sitting down. “Go on, then.”

She was a bit taken aback by his allowance. She just stood in front of him, blinking, as he waited for her to begin. Her mouth opened and closed a few times before her face twisted into a scowl. “You’re not my principal, and I’m not in trouble. I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

“Actually, I think that’s the least you can do.”

She crossed her arms and furrowed her eyebrows, leaning forward slightly in frustration. “Okay let’s not pretend that you’ve never been on this side of the situation, Mr. Rockstar. I never got this upset with you, though. So, why do you think you have the right to criticise me for any of this?”

He was about to respond, but instead he opted for running his hands down his face, finally calming down. “I’m not…” he paused trying to collect his thoughts. “I’m not trying to criticise you, and I’m sorry for blowing up on you, but I’m frustrated, love.”

“And you think I’m not? Harry, I hate this. I’m exhausted and stressed out all the time. We are the one thing that’s supposed to be easy.”

He nodded his head in agreement a few times, then motioned for her to move forward and into his lap. He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent. It was the closest she felt to him in a solid month. “I just want to get back to us. But, I can feel you slipping through my fingers.”

She interlocked their hands. “I’m not going anywhere, H. At the end of the day, I’m always going to be right here. But, my job is super important to me. I like what I’m doing. I’m happy with the way things are right now, so it’d be nice if you could be a little more understanding.”

His face was the one that twisted up this time. “Babe… I have been understanding. I wasn’t even upset the first couple times, but this is becoming a habit. I think I have the right to be a little mad, at this point.”

She sighed heavily, getting up from his lap. “Well, I don’t know what you want me to say. I have to be available for my job. It’s not like I’m intentionally skipping out on you.”

He pulled his knees up to his chest. They were both attempting not to get worked up again. Neither of them enjoyed screaming matches like the one they had a few minutes ago. “So, your job is more important than me now?”

She shot him a slight look of disgust. “Okay, don’t do that. Because honestly? I’ve spent the last couple of years working around your schedule. I made myself available whenever you were. I had to deal with the missed dates and the not being back when you said and the leaving early in the morning and the getting stopped when we’re out because of fans and the constant invasion of privacy. Don’t forget that. I admit there were times when I was upset, more than upset, but I never held it against you. Why can’t you extend me the same courtesy?” She had been pacing the room as she recalled all the struggles she had to face simply because he  was who he was. 

“It’s Not. Just. About. That.”

She let out a small shrill, running her hands through her hair, as she spun on her heels facing him directly. “Then what is it! Please explain it to me!”

“It’s that I don’t feel like you love me anymore!” He closed the distance between them, but still had his voice raised in a way that sent chills down her spine and not in a good way. “I don’t feel like you need me, and that’s terrifying for me because most days I don’t think love is a strong enough word to describe how I feel for you! I know you have to deal with a bunch of BS being with me, but have I ever made you feel like I don’t want you?”

Her face paled considerably and she stood before him completely shell shocked. “No,” she choked out.

“Well, that’s how I feel,” he said, lowering his voice to a normal decibel, relieved that he finally got his point across. “It’s like when I see you, if I see you, walking around you look like the girl I fell in love with, but your mind and heart have already moved on.” He pushed away a few tears that tipped out of his eyes. “And you know you never really apologise for this kind of thing. You’re just like 'I got caught up at work’ or summat and you expect me to get over it.”

She immediately rolled up on her toes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and whispered “I’m sorry,” into his ear until both of their heart rates stopped beating so rapidly. Then, she cupped his face in her hands and kissed him nice and slow attempting to relay all the feelings she had for him that she’d been keeping trapped inside. “I love you so much. So so so much. I’m sorry I haven’t been doing a great job at showing it or telling you.”

He leaned into her touch and wrapped his arms around her waist, snuggling her as tight as possible, while nodding his head. “I know you don’t need as much verbal and physical confirmation as me, but please humour me, yeah?”

“Of course. I’ve just been so caught up in this project that I’ve been neglecting you, and I’m sorry, genuinely. But, can you do something for me, as well?”

He raised his eyebrows at her.

“Pull me aside and tell me if I’m being a knob, okay? Talk to me. I’m pretty evolved as a human being, but I haven’t quite developed telepathy, yet. Deal?”

He chuckled, sealing their lips together once more. “Deal.”

anonymous asked:

Could you write about after sex with shawn? I always see about sex itself but no one ever writes about after and if they write it never seems real. From his point of view, you know ?! I know you're not accepting prompt but I decided to try because you're the best writer of this site and why not try ask. have a nice day, lots of love <3

A/N: I hope this is a little bit like what you might’ve wanted!! but it’s something and I haven’t posted in a while so hopefully it’ll fill the void for a little

He comes into the condom only slightly sooner than he would’ve liked. But he’s only 19 and she’s so fucking tight around his cock, you can’t blame him for not quite lasting through her entire orgasm before spilling himself.

He’d wanted to aim for enough stamina to maybe get her coming a second time around him. He’s thought about all five times they’ve had sex now, and each time he can’t get through her clenching around his dick and biting his throat, or his shoulder, or his forearm, or whatever part of him she could reach.

Now it’s his jaw she’s biting as she presses her chest to his and rides out her orgasm from her perch atop him, her hips rocking tightly back and forth. He grips her ass tightly as her cunt milks his cock and he wishes he could last just a bit longer, curses himself for not masturbating more or something.

It’s good anyway, still feels fucking incredible to come while she does, with her writhing desperately against him. He’s becoming addicted to it, he thinks.

He lets her ride out her orgasm with his cock still inside of her, even after he’s spent and can’t bring himself to keep bucking into her. He drops his head back, collapsing down into the bed as his hips rock slowly, a residual motion that’s careful to ease her through the come down.

She’s not biting or kissing at his jaw anymore, just nuzzling her face into his neck as she pants heavily, finally sagging against him. Her small hands find his head, fingers threading through his brown curls and tugging a little as she lets out a satisfied mewl against his skin.

He’s got his hands on her back, on her hips, on her ass - any part of her he can find, he wants to touch. He loves the way her sweat-slick skin feels beneath his calloused fingers as she clings to him, trying to catch her breath.

“So,” he starts, a chuckle bubbling in his throat despite his voice already being so gruff from grunting and groaning, “I guess that was pretty okay, yeah?”

He feels her smile into his neck, then huff a bit as she lifts her head to look down at him. There’s a smirk tugging at her lips when she says, “I don’t know. I think ‘okay’ is too generous.”

“Hey…” he whines a bit, pouting as his hands find purchase on her waist, long fingers wrapping around her small frame.

She laughs, a beautiful sound that he knows she thinks is annoying but he loves more each time he gets to hear it. It takes some effort to keep up his pout when she’s laughing like that.

She kisses his nose, then his cheeks, then his pouting lips until she comes to his ear.  She nips at his earlobe before murmuring, “You always make me come so good, baby.”

Her voice in his ear and the praise in her words give him the burst of energy he needs to flip them over, their bodies still connected intimately as he pins her hands above her head. Her back arches as she looks up at him, wide-eyed and curious as to what his next move will be. He’s wondering the same while he’s distracted by the flush of her skin and the swell of her breasts as her chest heaves beneath his.

He drags his gaze to her full, swollen lips and finally hangs his head for a bruising kiss, his teeth nipping at her lower lip as he growls, “Now I wanna make you come again. See if I can go from good to great.”

The whine that spills past her lips is music to his ears and the only cue he needs to start rolling his hips again. He knows he can’t fuck her like this, needs to pull out and get the condom off then finish her with his lips, but there’s no harm in teasing her like this first.

“Shawn,” she murmurs against his jaw once his lips have found her earlobe. “Dunno if I can come again.”

He doesn’t falter, just licks at the shell of her ear slowly before he pulls away from her completely. He collapses to the side of her, despite her grunt of protest, and yanks the condom off himself so he can toss it in the bin next to the nightstand. She’s sitting up and looking at him when he settles back into the bed with his arms folded behind his head, her brow furrowed in confusion. Normally he’s one to convince her like, ‘yeah, baby, you can come again,’ as he teases her clit or sucks at her neck.

Today, though, he simply wets his lips as he looks up at her and says, “Rest if you need to babe. Then come straddle my face when you’re ready.” He yawns, eyes fluttering closed, snuffling a bit before he mutters, “You know I love it when you ride my tongue,” in a tone way too casual for his words.

She bites her lip and presses her thighs together, her pussy pulsing again already just from his suggestion. He’s so fucking obnoxious in that way. But it’s better than the other ways he could be obnoxious, so she’s not about to complain.

Instead she watches him for a moment, his eyes closed, cheeks flushed, chest heaving. He’s beautiful, and she also wouldn’t mind shutting him up for a bit.

She smiles to herself, then shuffles forward until she can hoist herself over him, straddling his chest as she reaches down to cup his cheeks, leaning over him with her hair hanging around them like a curtain. His eyes blink open and now it’s his turn to give her an wide-eyed look.

“Don’t need to rest?” He asks.

She smirks, shakes her head, then nips at the tip of his nose before murmuring, “Open up, Mendes. I heard you have a tongue worth riding.”

He swears he falls more in love with her with each word and decides he’ll tell her so after she comes again. Right now, though, he simply does as he’s told.

Shy || Riverdale Preferences

Archie Andrews:

“…and this is my girl. (Y/N).” Archie smiled, wrapping his arm around your form. You whimpered, shying into his side. “No need to be shy.” Your boyfriend smiled, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Well, I should be going, but it was nice to meet you guys.” The family friend grinned, walking away. As soon as they were out of sights, Archie turned to you, a grin adorning his perfect features. “
“Why are you so shy?” He hummed, hooking his hands under your arms. You complied with his wishes, wrapping your arms around his neck and locking your ankles behind his back as he picked you up. “Why don’t you want to show your pretty face, baby girl? It’s so pretty.” He cooed, nuzzling his nose into your cheek. “Archie..” You whined, burrowing your nose into the crook of his neck. “It’s okay.” He mumbled, finding his couch and sitting down. His large hands rubbed circles on the small of your back, peppering kisses along your jawline. “As long as I get to see that pretty face of yours, I’ll be happy.”


Jughead Jones:

“Come on, let’s go to the Student Lounge.” Jughead offered, his large hand enveloping your small one as he attempted to drag you to said room. Even the small amount of PDA caused a bright red to settle on your freckled cheeks. “Juggy.” You whimpered as you arrived in the calming room, and he turned around, raising an eyebrow. Slowly tugging your hand from his grip, you buried it in his sweatshirt pocket that hung on your frame. “What’s wrong gorgeous? He frowned, his blue eyes staring into yours. Thankfully the lounge was empty in about 5 minutes, so you took advantage of the prolonging silence. “I’m shy.” You mewled, winding your arms around his toned torso and burying your nose into his chest. “Why?” He laughed, sitting down the couch, which meant that you had to pull away. “Because people were watching!” You whined, practically pouncing on the couch so that the raven-haired male could comb his lanky fingers through your gorgeous (h/c) locks. “I’m the only one here. And I’ll always be here, so don’t worry.”


Reggie Mantle:

“Good god.”  Reggie moaned, his large hands pressing bruises into your flushed skin, his plumb lips pressing kisses near your collarbone. “You’re so excited.” You whined, your fingers toying with the hem of his shirt before he pulled away to pull the article of clothing off of his body.  “I swear to god (y/n). How many times do I have to tell you to get your underwear off? We are in the boys’ locker room for god sakes, and this is supposed to be a quickie!” The boy growled, hooking his fingers in your waistband of your panties before swiftly pulling them down. However, your intimate moment was cut short when the door swung open, revealing a few of the football players. Letting out a squeal, you tugged up your pants and panties, hiding behind Reggie. “Who’s this?” Chuck questioned, quirking an eyebrow. “You know who it is Clayton. Get the hell out” He hissed, covering your body. You whimpered, clinging to his buff arms. Chuck rolled his eyes before leaving the room with his friends. As Reggie turned around, you quickly pressed your lips to his hungrily. “Someone’s clingy.”


Betty Cooper:

“They’re going to love you! What are you so worried about?” Betty wondered, exiting the vehicle and closing the door. “They’re the famous Coopers! Of course I’m going to be nervous.” You mewled, following her into the daunting household. “If you haven’t forgotten (Y/N), I’m a famous Cooper too.” Betty laughed, pushing the key into the lock. The door creaked open, revealing the ‘happy’ couple standing there. “Hello (Y/N)! You look so pretty! Betty has told us so much about you.” Mrs. Cooper greeted you, throwing your arms around your quivering form. “However… you did not tell me all about her fashion sense! I love it!” The woman giggled, causing you to turn a light shade of pink. You rubbed your arms nervously, peering at Betty. “Give us a second, mom, okay? We’re going to my room before dinner.” Betty informed her mother, bringing you upstairs to the said room. Closing the door behind her, she pulled you in for a hug. Sighing softly, you clung to her, nervous beyond compare. “Everything’s going to be fine. I promise. Just be yourself, because that’s the person that I fell in love with. So they’ll fall in love with you too.”

Veronica Lodge:

“These are so pretty on you.” You cooed softly, toying with the pearl necklace that rested around her neck. “Thank you, baby.” She murmured in response, squeezing your hand lovingly. You nuzzled your nose into his neck, breathing in her intoxicating scent. Sadly though, your moments were cut short by a few giggling girls walking into the Student Lounge, and you quickly pulled away from Veronica’s warm body. They weren’t smart enough to realize the two of you were even there, and that didn’t faze you one bit. Instead, you were worrying about whether they had caught you or not, even though you and Veronica had done nothing wrong. She rose an eyebrow, curious as to why you were shivering in your seat. When the girls filed out, which took only a few seconds, the two of you were left alone once again. “Thank god.” You whimpered, resting your head against her shoulder once again, allowing your eyes to flutter closed once again. “I love you so much.” You sighed, intertwining your fingers with hers. “And how I love you so much more.”


 Cheryl Blossom:

(This is an AU where Jason is indeed alive) “You’re so far away, come closer to me Cheryl.” You whined, tangling your fingers in her ginger locks. You pressed your lips to her chapped ones before she could open her mouth to respond. Instead, her hips ground into yours, and the music in the background helped the situation. “Cheryl I-” Before the ginger twin could finish his sentence, he saw the situation in which you two found yourselves in, and it with it, he shut his mouth. “I-I’ll just come back..” You had really only met Jason once, and you would say that it was an okay impression that you had given him. This time, not so much. “Oh!” You exclaimed in surprised, bringing up the sheets to cover your naked form. “H-Hi Jason! We-were just..” “Yeah. I’ll talk to you later then?” He didn’t wait for a response and he closed the door quickly. Groaning in embarrassment, you hid your face in Cheryl’s neck, laughing at the both of your stupidity. “You’re so cuddly when you’re embarrassed.”

Lie to me - Dean Winchester x Reader - Chapter 4 (French Mistake AU)

Title: Lie to me

Pairing: Dean/Jensen x Reader x Sam

Word Count: 5,487

Warnings: None

Imagine: Imagine Dean and Sam getting transported to the French Mistake universe. Only for Dean to realize he is married to you, his best friend, love of his life and… Sam’s girlfriend.

Great thank you to @gaveherhearttotheliontattoo for being an amazing beta!

Read Part 1 here! l Read Part 2 here! l Read Part 3 here!

And he asked te question he needed to be answered more than anything “There’s no (Y/n) and Dean, they are just friends… aren’t they?

“Baby, what is it?” you frowned, tilting your head to the side “Why are you asking me all these questions now?”

“I just- I figured there were some things I wanted to hear from you, some things getting complicated with Dean… and his role, and Sam so I just… yeah.” he pursed his lips, frowning at himself when he realized that sounded so not convincing.

“Is it about Sam or… Jared?” you asked with a raised eyebrow and his frown only deepened.

“Jared?”

“Baby, if you still are jealous over the scenes we have I- I seriously don’t know what to say, now. I thought I’d done enough to show you how much I love you, I didn’t know you still doubted yourself so much about it.” you whispered “But- but if I have to say this all over again, every single day of my life then I will. Jens, you know he is my best friend, he is like a brother to me and quite honestly there is no man on this Earth that could ever make me feel the way I do about you. There is no man that I could love more than you, baby.”

“He’s… a great guy. He’s literally perfect.” he breathed out, not entirely meaning Jared but rather his own brother “I wouldn’t… really blame you.”

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Draco's Punishment

“You… what?” Draco raised an eyebrow at Harry as if daring him to repeat what he’d just said.

Harry attempts to say it again, although with much less confidence than his previous try. He mumbles it under his breath, and it comes out incoherent.

“Potter, if I’d wanted to hear incoherent murmuring, I would’ve went to the kitchen and spoke to house elves instead,” Draco wore a scowl that matched the impatience dripping in his tone. It sent shivers down Harry’s spine. Draco always gave harry shivers. And tingles. And adrenaline. But often for different reasons. Now? Now was a reason not worth celebrating. And it frightened him to the bone.

“I… kissed Cho Chang…” Harry once again muttered under his breath, each word a pain to utter.

Harry had his head down, refusing to take on the seething boy’s icy glare. The silence was eerie.

Draco raised his head up and stood taller, straighter, with his chest out. He kept his eyes on Harry.

“Well, technically she kissed me,” Harry offered in a hopeful tone.

Draco raised an eyebrow once more. “And you let her.” Harry could not argue.

Draco started pacing, his slow yet daunting footsteps filled the stillness of the moment, eyes still on Harry.

“You see, Potter, I really couldn’t care any less at technicalities. It’s all fuss, who kissed who and that bit. The point is,” he walks closer to Harry who was now staring at him, intent and cautious. Draco lifts Harry’s chin up slightly through nimble fingers. “You brushed lips with someone else.”

He stared at Harry’s lips with an indefinable look in his eyes, and huffed. “Now I could not possibly place my lips where others have been,” he scoffed, repulsed by the idea another had felt Harry where none should. Tasted him. Held him. Known him. Harry stared and saw Draco’s face painted with sheer annoyance. Draco’s muscles visibly tense and Harry knows anger is coursing though his veins. Draco tries to keep it at bay through a sharp inhale, but fails miserably at that.

He leans closer to Harry, faces close. His eyes were gleaming. Seething. Dangerous. “She may have tasted your lips,” his voice left his lips in a soft whisper, giving Harry tingles. “But she will never know what it’s like here,” he kissed Harry’s forehead tenderly. They’re eyes meet and Harry sees Draco’s anger vanish. “Here,” he kissed his nose. His eyes are closed. “Here,” he spoke softly, lovingly as he kissed his cheek.

Draco’s fingers trace the side of Harry’s neck as his lips went lower, his nose nuzzling his neck on the opposite side, just below his ear. Harry whimpers at his touch. “Here,” he claimed Harry’s soft spot and whimpers became moans. His lips linger longer, then he moves to his jaw. “Here,” he whispers again and showers him with kisses all over, each one rougher and more determined than the previous. When he reaches Harry’s ear, he bites on his earlobe and Harry grunts.

Draco smirks. “If there’s one thing you must know about me, Potter. It’s that I don’t share.”

He finally crashes his lips into Harry, determined to erase every bit of memory there was Cho had left for Harry. Draco’s lips were soft. Commanding. Maddening. And they’re all that fill Harry’s mind.

Draco ends the kiss with Harry in a daze. With a dangerous look in his eyes, he gave a mischievous grin and spoke once more. “I’m quite territorial, you see.”

Our First Time (smut)

She felt the cool metal of the cabinet drawers hit her back, his long fingers weaving through her loose blonde strands. Was it possible to die from ecstasy? If so, what a way to go. His lips trailed a path from her neck to her collar bone as she squeezed her eyes shut and wrapped her long legs around him, pulling him even tighter against her body.

Her hands moved to unbuckle the belt around his waist, but they were quickly knocked out of the moment by an obnoxiously loud banging on the door of the trailer.

“Is that your mom!?” Jughead ripped away from his sexy girlfriend and pulled his shirt back on, heading for the door.

She hadn’t witnessed the whole interaction, just the exchange of jackets and his surprised face when she called his name. Heading back into the trailer, Betty started to gather her things, leaving Jughead to speak to his new “friends”. She had to get out of here, what was she thinking? Hanging around Serpent territory after everything that had happened in the past month. Buttoning her jacket and searching for her bag she hardly registered Jughead walking towards her, she never even heard him speak her name. She jumped when he placed a hand on her shoulder

“Betty..” he started before she cut him off

“I should go. It’s late, It’s not too far from here.. I’ll walk, the fresh air will be good for me.” She moved towards the door but he quickly put his hand out to stop her

“You’re not going out there on your own, talk to me. Let’s talk about this.” He begged, his hands playing with the buttons on her jacket.

“There’s nothing to talk about, you made your decision.” She wrapped her arms around herself, it was what she did when she was bidding from someone, it made Jughead heart ache to see her hide herself from him.

“Nothing’s been decided, it’s just a stupid jacket. It doesn’t matter, you matter, we matter” he emphasized the we as she stepped back finally getting a look at him in the jacket.

Fuck. It was sexy as hell.

Obviously not the criminalistic activities tagged along with the logo but the way the jacket wrapped around his broad shoulders, his tossled black hair falling in his face, as he stared at her with wide, scared eyes. This was still Jughead, this was still the boy who had declared his love for her a mere minutes ago, the boy who had made her ache in places she didn’t know possible. He was still her Jughead, just an incredibly sexy version.

His eyes ducked to meet hers before she mumbled under her breath

“Screw it”

The long pink peacoat hit the ground in seconds flat and before Jughead could even catch his balance, Betty was wrapped around him, her fingers tangled in his hair before running over the swirly snake emblazed on his back.

“I want you” She growled into his ear, her hands pulling the leather from his body as they stumbled into his bedroom.

Jughead pulled back, looking into his girlfriends glazed and lust filled eyes as she pulled off her tank top , revealing the lacy pink bra he had admired a few minutes ago. As he stared down at the perfect specimen laying on her back on his old mattress, he couldn’t think of his father or the Southside or his future, all he could think of was being with Betty completely, showing their love in the most absolute way.

“Are you sure?” He asked quickly, his own shirt now laying on the floor as she gazed up at him through her eyelashes

“Never been so sure” she whispered

That was all it took for him to dive into her, lifting her by the hips and tugging her into the headboard, his jeans hanging loose on his hips while she unzipped her skirt letting him tug it all the way down his fingers tracing her long smooth legs. She whined from above him, her hands reaching for him, he dragged his palms the entire length of her body and moaned when she pressed her chest into his hands

“Right there” she let out on a breathy sigh, he glanced up to find her eyes closed as he quickly disposed of her bra, taking the time to admire her breasts before letting his inexperienced fingers wander, by the way she sighed he assumed he was doing something right. Betty could feel how excited he was digging into her thigh

“Protection, do you have it?” She asked dazed as he pulled something from the side drawer

“Never thought this would happen, dad wanted me to be prepared just in case. Never imagined it’d be with you, only dreamed it” he mumbled against her neck, grinding into her, his soft cotton boxers causing friction with the lace of her panties.

She watched as he pulled the condom on, and slowly pulled the lace away, staring intently at something she was certain he had never seen before. Her eyes took in all of him, once he finished he looked up at her with unsure eyes

“I love you Jughead Jones, no matter what you are, who you become. I love you” she encouraged, wrapping her legs around his waist and bringing him inside of her. She winced at the pain, it hurt more than she expected, but hearing the deep guttural groan of her normally composed boyfriend, eased the ache a bit.

“I love you. God I love you” he moaned into her neck, pulling in and out of her excruciatingly slow. It al happened so fast she wasn’t even sure when she had hit her high, only coming down from it just in time to see Jugheads eyes roll back and his shoulders shake. He slumped beside her, dragging her into his side and peppering kisses to her hair

“Thankyou, I love you. That was.. did I hurt you? Was it awful..” he trailed off suddenly stiffening as he tried to pull away.

Betty shook her head quickly, pulling him back down and nuzzling against his bare chest
“It was perfect. Absolutely perfect” she whispered and smiled when she felt him sigh in relief.

“Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it. I won’t join the serpents, I’ll… I’ll figure something else out” his hands played with her sweaty strands.

Betty sighed softly
“You do what you have to do. I meant what I said, I love you Jughead, no matter what you are, I’m going to love you.” She turned her cheek to look at him and went breathless at the intense look of love in his eyes.

“Besides” she continued, a teasing smirk on her face “we’ll finally be the real Romeo and Juliet you’re always talking about” she giggled.

Jughead rolled his eyes, pulling the covers tighter around the couple

“Except no one dies, alright?.”

Betty yawned, slowly closing her eyes

“Deal” she whispered before both the love sick teens fell into their dreams.

anonymous asked:

I searched through your blog quickly and didn't see this already asked, sorry if it had been. How would the RFA react to an MC who surprises them by sending flowers and lunch to their work on a hard day? I live for cheesy romance 😂 lol

~Me too…me too. This is like one of the cutest things you can do for your significant other and it really makes someones day! 


◉ Yoosung 

  • His heart had almost burst with love  
  • At first, he thought the delivery must be for one of his coworkers, surely 
  • Until it was placed in his office 
  • He immediately started blushing as he looked over the flowers and food and card 
  • The women he works with started flocking in the doorway 
    • “Oh! Dr. Kim! You’re so lucky to have such a loving spouse!” the girls coo 
    •  “Y-yeah…you’re right,” he rubbed the back of his head, embarrassed and still blushing 
  • In all honesty he was loving the fact that everyone he works with could see how much you both loved each other
  • He felt really lucky 
  • When he is finally alone he lets himself sniff the flowers 
  • And takes a couple bites of the food, savoring the flavors 
  • He closes his eyes and thinks of only you 
  • Practically walking on air for the rest of the day 
  • You’re in for some intense snuggles when he gets home 

◉ Jumin 

  • He had been bouncing around all day
  • From paperwork to meetings to more paperwork to conference calls 
  • The hour had grown very late 
  • And when he heard the gentle rapping on the door followed by the light footsteps of his assistant, he didn’t even bother to look up from his stack of paperwork 
    • “For you, Mr. Han”
  • She placed everything on his desk and left as quickly as she came in 
  • It wasn’t until he smelled the food that he realized how hungry he was, and that he hadn’t eaten at all that day 
  • He smiled happily at the card 
    • Miss you, don’t work too hard my love 
  • Although still busy, he set work aside immediately
  • If you were thoughtful enough to send this for him, he could spare some time to enjoy it 
  • He finished up what he was working on, more quickly than usual 
  • And raced home, hoping to catch you before you fell asleep 

◉ Zen 

  • You knew how exhausting the all day rehearsals had been for him when you decided to send him his flowers and lunch
  • They were just about to break for a bit when the delivery approached him 
  • He was about to refuse, thinking it was from a fan
  • Until he saw the handwriting on the card and recognized it as yours immediately 
  • This is the most excited he’s ever been at rehearsals
  • Aside from actually seeing you there 
  • He was so happy, he started going around and showing everyone your card and what you sent him 
  • Bragging about you to everyone 
  • When he made it to his dressing room he took a selfie for you with the flowers and food in the background 
    • Jagiya…how can you be so cute when i’m stuck here at work! I’m so lucky to have you looking out for me
  • Mass texting you and the RFA as he eats 
  • Bragging again about how delicious it is and how he can ‘taste the love’ 
  • The whole thing revived him for the second half of rehearsal and all he could think about was getting home to kiss you 

◉ Jaehee 

  • This was the last thing she was expecting 
  • The weather had gotten a bit colder so she was swamped at the cafe 
  • On top of the fact that she had never kicked the habit of living from convenience store food she would pick up on the way to work 
  • Which wasn’t the best source of nutrition…
  • And out of nowhere, a man came to the counter carrying a large hot meal and a bouquet 
  • Jaehee almost dropped the milk carton she had been holding 
    • Oooh, someone has a sweetheart,” a customer teased 
  • Jaehee started to blush furiously when the rest of the customers sighed and giggled, and she glanced at her employee so he could take over 
  • She brought it to her back office and sat, immediately drawn in by the smell 
  • Of course you ordered from her favorite food place 
    • Well…a few minutes couldn’t hurt, she thought 
  • Blushing once more imagining you, and how kind you were to do this for her, she savored every bite while staring at the flowers fondly 
  • When the day was finally done
  • She wordlessly collapsed into your arms, tightening her embrace around you 
    • “Thank you…”
  • She nuzzled into your neck 

◉ Saeyoung 

  • He had a habit of overworking at the shop 
  • And…resorting to HBC and PHD Pepper so…you decided finally that he needed to eat something substantial
  • Even if it wasn’t at home 
  • Of course, like the sneak he is…
  • He knew you were ordering for him 
    • (annoying lol) 
  • BUT 
  • That didn’t stop his heart from melting, knowing you were thinking of him so much 
  • Mostly it just made him feel guilty 
  • He waited for the arrival, set the flowers up on his work bench and right after, he called you right away, 
    • “If my honey sends me food, I want you to hear me enjoy eating it!!”  
  • But all the while 
  • He was making his way home to you 
  • You guys were joking around on the phone still when he snuck quietly into the house 
  • Unbeknownst to you 
  • He couldn’t help but scare you, once he saw you sitting on the couch unaware 
    • “Hey!” he screamed, jolted at your shoulders a bit and laughed when you jumped up like 5 feet 
  • Before you knew it he was sitting close to you on the couch, the traces of laughter showing through his warm smile 
    • “I thought…it would be best if we shared this food,” he held the containers out

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Hades and Persephone (harry au)

I’m a sucker for Greek Mythology lmao. This isn’t the same exact story probably but I wanted to put it in my perspective and how I like to imagine it. Especially imagining Harry as god of the underworld because that boy is a total cupcake. We’re just gonna call Hades as Harry’s name lmao. I’ve been fantasizing this for a while now so I hope this kills you as much as it kills me! Haha xx M

Contains mature content

The underworld is a very dark and dreary place. The blood curdling screams from the spirits of the dead could be heard from miles away beneath the earth’s ground. The souls being punished severely for the countless sins they’ve committed. As soon as one enters the underworld, there’s this depressing aura that surrounds a person. A very frightening one too. There is literal smell of death that fills the air of the gloomy place. 

Moans and groans could be heard from where Harry was sat in his palace, on his large throne that was made of dark steel meaning to look intimidating with it’s size and the bronze gemstones dispersed into the strong metal.

It was his job to rule the underworld. To control the deaths and punishments of those souls who deserved it. The sound of terrified screams coming from the outside of his palace did not phase him at all. He has learned to not sympathize any of the souls who are being punished. It isn’t exactly an easy job to rule death.The worse the sins are, the more unfortunate a soul was. He has learned to avoid them.

Harry is a man who is void of emotions. Or he was a man who was void emotions. It had all changed when the light of his life, his love, his beautiful goddess Persephone entered his life. Her job was to control springtime and vegetation. She was literally the physical representation of warmth and life thus, being the polar opposite of Harry who was cold and only took lives. She was the reason why he has become less harsh and more warm. His cold, black heart would melt every time he saw. 

Persephone literally glowed and out shined the dark world of death. Her warmth and caring persona was the only life down in the underworld. She was able to counteract Harry’s darkness with her power of changing the seasons and growing the plants for people to survive with food. 

Her beauty was something Harry still wasn’t use to. He still couldn’t believe that this beautiful goddess was all his. His, his, his. This beauty was all his and he still couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that they were married. That he was married to someone who was the polar opposite of him. He couldn’t believe that a beautiful, caring woman like her loved a cold hearted man like him. She was the only person who would make him feel emotions. She was the only person that Harry cared about. The only person Harry has ever felt loved for.

The first time he saw her, he was so sure he fell in love with her right then and there. She was stood far away from him, picking flowers from a field when he saw her. Her aura radiated innocence and warmth. He wanted her as his wife so he had abducted her and took her into the depths of Earth into his realm. She hated him at first. She hated what he did and she hated how he acted. She had thought that he was a selfish man for abducting her. But slowly, she fell in love with the man who had a black heart. She was the cause of his heart turning one shade lighter from black. She had learned to love him with everything she had despite who he was. She accepted him into her life. She accepted his job as the ruler of death and stood by his side as goddess of the Underworld when they got married.

Persephone was Harry’s weakness. They both knew that. She was the woman who was able to control him. She was the only person who was able to slightly melt his ice cold heart. She was the woman who lit up his life and brought a smile to his usual stoic face. 

Harry is sat in his throne room with a fluttery heart and butterflies bursting in his stomach as he watches his beautiful wife walk down the aisle. The only woman who could cause butterflies to erupt in his stomach. The large stone doors shut loudly behind her, leaving both of them privacy from their servants. His raspberry lips lift up into a smile as he stands up and allows his long legs to carry him to his glowing goddess. He felt his cold heart lodge in his throat when he sees her smiling at him, her demeanor radiating happiness when she sees him. He couldn’t believe that he was the reason for that wide smile. A ruthless man like him.

Persephone walks towards him in a white gown that contrasts against the dark room and Harry, who was dressed in a thick black robe. The upper half of the dress, clung to her chest. Her breasts slightly swelled up due to the golden belt wrapped around the waist and she knew it was going to bring a reaction out of her husband. The sleeves were off the shoulders, revealing her soft gleaming skin. Her hands were clasped together in front of her body and she looked down at the ground shyly when she saw Harry’s green eyes staring at her with adoration.

The both of them meet in the middle, his arms immediately going around her waist and pulling her as close to him as he can. Persephone’s hands rest against his broad chest and she leans her face closer to his as he bends his neck down slightly. She feels his breath wash over her face, cushioned lips pressing a kiss to her forehead. She shuts her eyes, enjoying the moment of the muscle that is puckered against her head for a few minutes.

Harry puckers his lips against her forehead a few more times before leaning down to press a kiss against the tip of her nose. She scrunches her nose up cutely at the tickling sensation and Harry chuckles at how adorable she looked, pressing his forehead against hers. 

“How did yeh sleep m’love?” He asks her, cupping her left cheek with his right hand. She leans into his palm, kissing it and he smiles at the action, rubbing his thumb under her eye.

“Very well,” She tells him, her fingers playing with the collar of his robe. She slightly opens the top apart to run her hand across his clavicle. Harry’s stomach tightens at the action, his hand moving behind to her hold the back of her neck. “Although, I was not happy when I saw that my husband wasn’t laying beside me,” She slightly pouts, causing him to chuckle.

He leans down to capture her rosy red lips in his, the hairs on his arms immediately raising at the feeling of her lips on his. The connection of their lips was felt throughout his body, electrifying and shocking every nerve. He shuts his eyes, enjoying the moment with his wife. Her arms latch around his neck, pulling him down even closer, harshly pressing her lips to his. Their lips move in sync and at the same rushed pace. Persephone bites down on her husband’s bottom lip, emitting a low groan from him as he tightly grips her hips with his large hands.

They let go after a few moments and breath across each other’s face. Harry’s hands run up and down her sides before grabbing her hips and squeezing them before pulling her close again.

“’M sorry, my angel,” He apologizes, giving another quick peck to her lips. “‘ve got a job t’do don’t I?”

“Mhm,” She hums, grabbing his collar to pull him down and latch her lips against his in another chaste kiss. She was addicted to the feeling of his lips on hers as was he. “As do I, but I wanted to spend time with my handsome man before I had to leave.” She mutters against his lips. 

Harry sticks out his bottom lip into a pout and Persephone chuckles, kissing it. “D’yeh have t’go today?” She nods, running her fingers through his brown locks. “Can’t yeh just miss a day?” He asks.

She shakes her head and he sighs, “If I don’t go, how will the plants grow? People need them for food, Harry. Or they might end up here.” She gives him a stern look and Harry grumbles, pulling her to his chest. She rests her head into the crook of his neck, pecking it a few times while he runs his hands up and down her back.

There are days where Persephone has to leave the Underworld because after all, she is the goddess of spring and vegetation. Just because she lives in the Underworld with her husband, it doesn’t mean her role above the Earth’s ground was over. It was her job to grow plants in the season.

Harry lets out a dramatic sigh, “Alright but…” He slides his hand down to her bum, grabbing each cheek with both hands and she gasps in surprise, nuzzling her nose into his neck even closer, “Can we at least spend some time together befo’ yeh leave,” He whispers hotly in her ear, biting down on her earlobe and squeezing her bum harder. She moans against his neck, tugging at his hair. 

No matter how many times they do this, he always takes her by surprise. She’s still his innocent girl. She still shies away at sex or when he mentions it. She’ll still blush whenever he finishes eating her out with her arousal on his face or when she has his cock in her mouth. But Harry loved it. He loves how red she gets and how she doesn’t meet his eyes when she finishes wiping her face after sucking him off.

“Yes, yes, yes,” She throws her head back when he starts kissing her neck, giving him more access to suck on her skin. He bites down on the skin beneath her ear, running his tongue over the soar spot before giving it a kiss. He does it a few more times on other places on her neck before she stops him, worried that her companions might see.

Harry growls, pulling her back by the waist and stares down at her breasts that are pushed up from her dress. He squeezes them harshly, emitting a loud moan from his goddess. His nose nuzzles between the area of her breasts, his hands moving up to her sleeves that rest just below her shoulders. He pushes down the sleeves more, revealing more of her cleavage; her skin looking as smooth as silk. He pushes down the front of the dress off her upper chest, releasing both of her breasts. His green eyes darken in lust at the sight, his lips immediately latching on to her hardened pink nipple. He bites down on the peaked bud, causing her to let another loud moan and her hands involuntarily move up to his hair, tugging at it harshly. His hands move down to her arse, giving it another hard squeeze, surely leaving marks. 

He swirls his tongue around her pink nipple a few times before kissing and biting at it. Persephone’s legs shake at his actions, shutting her eyes in pleasure while he moves on to her other breast. She feels one of his hands move to the front of the body, cupping her crotch and rubbing her through her gown. 

“H-Harry,” Persephone calls.

“Hm,” He hums, spitting down onto her sternum and watching his saliva slide down the bone. 

“Don’t wanna do it here,” She gasps when he pinches her nipple between his forefinger and thumb harshly. “Please.” She begs him. “Someone might come!” She says, watching him wrap his left arm around her torso and tugging her dress up to run his hand over the skin over her legs. 

“The only one whose goin’ t’come is yeh,” He whispers hotly against her lips before kissing her hungrily. Harry pushes his tongue against Persephone’s lips and she opens her mouth to grant access. Their tongues touch, swirling in motion. She bites down on his bottom lip while she trails her hands down the front of his body to his groin, squeezing it. Harry groans, kissing her roughly while he grabs her hair at the back of her head.

“Let’s go upstairs. Please,” She pleads, tilting her neck to the side as he kisses down her throat. “To the bedchamber.”

Harry growls, complying with her wishes. He moves one arm beneath her back and the other beneath her knee, picking her up off the ground. She squeals in surprise and Harry chuckles, kissing at her lips again as he carries them towards the doors. 

“Open the doors!” Harry commands to his servants who stood on the other side of his throne room. They follow his orders, pulling open the doors, not daring to look at him or Persephone. Her cheeks tint red when she notices her breasts are still hanging out of her dress. She moves her hands from around his neck to try and fix it but Harry stops her. “Don’t worry, darling. They wouldn’ dare to look at yeh ‘cos they know wha’ would happen ‘f they do.” He assures her, giving a hard glare to his servants who look down at the ground.

Persephone grabs his cheek to turn his head towards her again and away from his servants. She presses her lips against his, running her tongue along his lower lip. She tightens her grip around his neck again, unlatching her lips from his and nuzzles her face into the crook of his neck as he carries her towards their bedchamber. She sucks on the skin beneath his ear, leaving her marks. 

When they reach their bedchamber, the servants who stood on either side of their door immediately open them without looking. Harry carries her towards the bed, gently laying her down from the foot of the large bed. They hold eye contact with each other the whole time, their eyes filled with lust and love for each other. 

Harry roughly and hungrily presses his lips against Persephone’s while he tugs the sleeves of her dress down her arms, revealing more of her chest. Her hands move to the front of his black robe, untying the small knot and pulling the cloth apart. She runs her hands down his strong, tan chest. Her hands push his robe of his shoulders and it immediately reveals his bare body. She scratches at the back of his shoulders as he tries to tug her dress off from the top.

He grunts in frustration when the gown gets stuck at the waist and she chuckles at his annoyance. He’s hunched over her body, pinching his bottom lip between his fingers as he looks down at her with challenging eyes, a smirk on his bruised lips.

“’S this yeh’re favorite dress darlin’?” He asks her and Persephone looks at him in confusion, shaking her head no. “So yeh wouldn’ mind ‘f I did this?” And before she can even reply, he rips the front of the dress, the gemstones falling off the fabric and onto the floor with a clatter. The rest of the dress is pulled off of her legs and onto the ground without a care. She gasps at him in surprise, getting ready to scold him but before she could say anything, she feels him pulling her down by the ankles to the edge of the bed. 

She leans her weight on her elbows that rest on the mattress, watching him kiss inside her thighs. He pulls her legs over his shoulder as he kisses her inner thighs. He moans at the sight of her dripping pink core, ready to devour her sweet taste. 

Persephone’s chest heaves up and down as she gulped, her body shaking and her legs starting to quiver around Harry’s face. Harry dips his head down to attach his mouth to her clit and she instantly whines, throwing her head back as Harry kisses her cunt. He closes his eyes in a bliss, groaning against her heat, sticking his tongue into her wet hole, almost making her scream as her hands pull at his hair because he was driving her mad with his tongue that she loved so much. She was a screaming mess as Harry devoured her, fucking his tongue into her at a fast pace while he rubs at her clit. Her legs tighten around his head as they cross each other at his back but Harry didn’t mind. He pumps his fingers in and out her entrance, replacing it with his tongue, repeating the process. He moans against her, shooting waves of pleasure throughout her body, causing her to arch her back and let out pleasurable moans that causes Harry to become more aroused, his leaking cock slapping against his abdomen.

“’M so close,” Persephone whines, pulling at his hair again that emits another groan from Harry. 

“Come on my tongue, my love, c’mon,” He tells her, tongue still deep inside her, swirling, flicking, and thrusting while he still rubs her clit with his fingers. She whimpers, one hand coming up to squeeze her breast as the other tugs at her hair. She throws head back in pleasure as she approaches her orgasm, moaning loudly. Her hips thrust up into his mouth, screaming his name while he sucks up her juices. Her head falls back onto her mattress as she sighs in contentment, her body relaxing.

She feels her husband’s body climb on top of her, pinning her back down beneath his body. She opens her eyes to see him staring down at her with a smirk on his lips, his hair falling over his forehead, eyes two shades darker from their normal color filled with lust. She moves her hand up to push his hair off his sweaty forehead. 

She giggles, pulling him down by the neck to kiss him, tasting herself on him as she sucks on his lower lip. He holds her waist, squeezing it when she bites down on his bottom lip.

“How was it?” He asks her, laughing when she hides her face in his neck with red tinting her cheeks. 

She nods her head, not saying a word and Harry smiles, knowing she doesn’t want to say it out loud. “C’mon, I dunno wha’ yeh mean, darlin’” He teases, kissing the side of her face while he runs his hands through her hair. “Did yeh like it?” She nods. “Did yeh like m’tongue fuckin’ yeh’re cunt?” 

Persephone gasps at his vulgar words, pulling her head back to look at him with pink cheeks, hitting his chest. “Shut up.”

Harry laughs, shaking his head before leaning down to kiss her nose. He stares into her eyes with adoration, his love for her being indescribable. He didn’t know how he could explain how much he cared about his girl. She was the most precious person to him and he still couldn’t believe that they were married together. He snaps out of his trance when he feels her hand on his cock, running over the head. He groans, digging his face into her neck and biting at her neck.

“Want yeh on yeh’re knees darlin’“ He whispers in her ear and she nods, letting go of his cock to get on her knees. 

Persephone obliges to his command and got on all fours, hands pressed against the mattress as her knees dug into the cushion. Harry narrows his eyes at her when she slightly wiggle her hips, wondering why she’s teasing him. He grabs both of her arse cheeks in his hand, sitting on his knees behind her. He pulls her hips back more, the head of his cock knocking against her entrance causing her to moan in desperation. He holds his thick girth in his hand, running the head up and down her folds with his pre-cum leaking from the top. 

He pulls her cheeks apart as he pushes himself deeply into her tight cunt, making her moan loudly and shut her eyes. Harry groans loudly at the feeling of her wet walls clenching around his cock. He doesn’t move yet, making Persephone impatient and causes her to push her arse back, making him sink all the way into her as she arches her back. Harry digs his fingers into his hips, bruising her skin with his fingers but her not minding at all.

Her body jolts forward when he pulls out all the way before thrusting back into her in one quick motion, instantly hitting a spot inside of her that causes her to scream out loud. He fucks into her slowly, putting his hand on the middle of her back and pushing her chest flat to the bed as her arse sticks up at the perfect angle. He bucks his hips forward, moving her arse back to slap against his bottom half as he grunts in pleasure and hears her moans. 

“S’good, my love. Feel s’good around my cock” Harry moans, grabbing her arse again and fucking into her sharply. The sound of their flesh slapping together rapidly and the bed hitting the wall bounced across the walls of their bedchamber and Persephone was so sure their servants can hear from outside the door. 

“Harry,” She moans, his pace becoming faster. 

“C’mon, love. Help me out here hm,” He says, lifting her up so she could hold herself up with her hands, her head hanging low between her shoulders. She complies to his wishes, slamming backwards as he thrusts forward. He pulls her cheeks up apart to stare at where they connect, his cock pulling back before slamming back in each time. 

He slows down, swiveling his hips, going deeper each time before pounding harder, making her gasp and moan loudly, her hands clenching the sheets in her fists. He takes a handful of her hair, wrapping it around his fist as he pulls her head back, her body arching as they both pant loudly. Harry brings his face down to hers, his body hunching over hers as he kisses her ear, his hand coming from behind to turn her face to his and kiss her. He sticks his tongue into her mouth, allowing it to glide across hers. He growls, slowing his hips as he releases her lips. 

He sighs deeply through his nose, moving back to grab her wrists and pull her body backwards so her back was to his chest and her head laid back on his shoulder. Persephone swallows thickly, looking into her husband’s dark green eyes, still not use to each time he fucks her in different positions.

She lifts left hand and holds the back of his neck. “I love you so much,” She whispers against his lips, kissing him again as he pushed himself back in. His left hand gripping her waist to keep her in place as the other palms and squeezes her breast. He grunts into her mouth, moaning louder as he continues to snap his hips up and fuck her her. 

“Like it? Hm?” He asks and she nods, moaning as she brings her hand up to squeeze her other breast as he thrusts into her deep and hard at a fast pace. She mewls, kissing at his neck, licking the salty skin from his sweat. 

“I-I’m gonna…gonna come,” She whimpers, feeling a spark in her lower abdomen. 

Before she knew it, he turns her over and pushes her down to the mattress, placing his chest against hers and slamming back into her as soon as he can. Her breasts press against his chest and she felt like she was losing her breath from his hips connecting with hers, thrusting into her far too fast. Harry presses his forehead against hers, both of them breathing on each other’s faces. Persephone keeps her eyes closed as Harry’s slowly start to droop. The heels of her feet dig into his lower back as her lips part to whimper his name. 

Harry places his hand his hands underneath her, on her arse, and pounds harder, causing a small tear to escape her eye. He kisses it away, puckering his lips against her skin a few more times. Persephone could feel him deep in her stomach and she moans loudly when he hits her spot again. 

“Like that yeah? Can feel me in yeh’re stomach hm?” He says, licking his bottom lip. 

Persephone nods, not having the strength to mutter any words when he’s thrusting into her hard. The grip on her arse becomes harder, his cock pushing deeper. She claws on his back, surely to leave marks and she could’ve sworn that he was bleeding.

“Yeh close?” He asks and she nods again, swallowing thickly. He leans his head to her breasts, kissing her sternum. He spits on each of her breasts, biting, sucking and swirling his skillful tongue against her pink nub. 

Persephone brings one of her hands between them to rub at her clit, bringing her closer to the edge. She tugs at his hair again, pushing his face against her cleavage, enjoying the feeling of his lips on her chest. 

“Wanna go on top,” She mutters breathlessly, not even sure if he heard her but to her surprise, he does and flips them both over, growling, so she could take control. 

“C’mon then,” Harry says, staring at his beautiful wife who is sat on top of him. Her chest and face red, skin glistening of sweat but still glowing like always. He grabs her hips, lifting her up so she can grab his cock, leveling it to her entrance but not before sliding it against her folds, making Harry roll his eyes back in pleasure. She sinks down on to him, balancing herself on him by placing both of her hands on his muscular chest. Harry thrusts up into her as she bounces down onto him. 

He grunts, enjoying the sound of loud desperate moans as she fucks him into a bliss. Harry’s eyes close as his orgasm approaches, hands squeezing her arse roughly. Persephone gasps when his hand starts rubbing at her clit again, helping her approach her orgasm quicker. She moans loudly when she feels herself come around his cock, clenching her walls around him as her juices slide down. 

“Fuck,” Harry groans loudly in pleasure. “Tha’s it. Jus’ like tha’, my angel.” He praises, dragging out another groan when he releases his cum deep insider her as her arousal washes over him. He lets go of her arse, letting his arms fall beside him on the mattress, calming his breathing as she does the same. The both of them panting loudly and coming off their high. He opens his eyes to look at her, seeing her body almost fall back from how weak and tired she felt but he quickly catches her with his arm. 

Harry chuckles, moving her hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear as he leans up. “Yeh okay there darlin? Wore yeh out didn’ I? Hm?” He says, kissing her lips. 

“Don’t feel like going anymore,” She tells him, wincing when he pulls out of her heat slowly. He watches their arousal drip down her inner thighs and his cock covered in her wetness. 

He chuckles, pulling her down to lie beside him, stroking her hair as she rests her head on his shoulder. She kisses his shoulder, resting her hands against his sweaty chest as her thigh hooks over waist. He leans down to kiss her forehead, lips pressing there for five or six seconds.

“Told yeh not t’go but yeh said yeh had to,” He says innocently. 

Persephone rolls her eyes, enjoying a few more moments in her husband’s arms before she had to leave. 

“I love yeh too, by the way,” he tells her, remembering when she said it to him earlier when he was fucking her with his chest against her back. Persephone grins, kissing his chest again.


I’ll see y’all in hell lmao. I’ve never written so filthy before. Please let me know what you think. Requests are open as well so don’t hesitate to send them in :) Hope you liked it! Thanks for reading xx M 

“You smell good.”

Anonymous: hihi can i have a matt fic where they get drunk and reader crashes at his place? thanks xx

 

Thanks for my first ever Daredevil request! <3

 

Drunk!Matt Murdock x Reader

Matt is a goofy idiot when he drinks too much.

 

Y/N and Matt stumbled out of Josie’s bar with the grace of a newborn giraffe.  Y/N wasn’t that drunk, but Matt on the other hand was trashed. His cheeks were pink and he was giggling like a kid as she fawned all over him despite knowing of his nightly activities.  The big bad Daredevil was drunk as a skunk at two in the morning and giggling like a preteen playing spin the bottle; it was comical, really.  


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Brazilian bliss

Hi guys, okay so I am working on Neighbors part 5 (promise!) but Shawn in Brazil is making me feel some kinda way and I saw these pictures and had to write a little fluffy cuddly thing and I’m sorry if this sucks. I just had to write this down…

The sun is setting over Copacabana beach, turning the sky over Rio de Janeiro into the most beautiful shade of pink and orange and Jo quickly unlocks her phone to take a picture. She is feeling tired after a ten hour flight but the view from their hotel is making up for it and she smiles contentedly at the picture on her phone screen.

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Mirror For The Sun - Part 8: Change of Plans

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 7 - Part 9

Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 3171

Author’s Note: Gah sorry this took so long. I’m already starting on prt 9, so hopefully it won’t be as long for the next one.

Originally posted by gliceria

This morning is a battle. It’s a battle to focus on really anything but Y/N. I’m just not sure what to make of any of this. I have no idea what she’s thinking while she flits around the campsite packing up the sleeping bags and tent while Sam works on breakfast. She doesn’t seem any warmer to me than she is to Sam, playfully dodging his reach when she steals a piece of bacon, or than when she grabs Steve’s arm to get an extra lift to push the tent bag on top of the car. I can’t figure out if this morning was just a weird thing in an emotional moment or if it was something more.

It’s also a battle over the next stop. She’s sitting stubbornly on the picnic table holding her atlas while Sam begs her to get in the car. Steve is rolling his eyes and I’m barely holding back my laughter.

“Come on! You’re being such a princess!” Sam scoffs, “Get in the car.”

“No! Vegas is not part of the plan!” She shouts back defiantly.

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