shut up body and do what i tell you

Zack totally teased the two of them (individually) to get together when he found out the feelings were mutual meanwhile Jason is just tired of all the gushing he gets from Kim about the yellow ranger

Jason: “Kimberly Ann Hart, I swear to god if you don’t ask her out, I’ll-”
Kimberly: “What? Ask her out yourself? She’s not into you. Not even into guys in general. What are you going to threaten me with now, Scott? And how dare you full name me.”

Trini reverted back to using earphones so they could listen to music together, but someone always moved their head too much where the other’s bud always came out so she decided to get a splitter so they could still listen together, but have their individual earphones.

Zack and Jason (reluctantly) bet on who’s going to get their ass wiped during sparring between the girls during training each day because (one of them gets a little too sidetracked)

Their study dates are 20% flashcards and 80% ”if i fail this test tomorrow, you can tell the teacher why, Tri!” “that i couldn’t keep my hands to myself after i finally found your ticklish spot which took so long to find but it was so worth it though it may have resulted in a hole in your wall because you tried blindly kicking at me?”

Trini secretly loves when Kim plays with her hair, especially when she’s had a stressful day
she’ll collapse into her lap and let her do her thing, letting her caress her hair and gently scratch at her scalp

Kim watches her girlfriend go from grumpy cat to lazy sleepy content cat (she totally awes at the accidental purr that comes out)
Kim is the only one that’s allowed to unbraid/braid Trini’s hair

Here’s Kim’s words of advice and reassuring comments to Trini introducing herself as her girlfriend for the first time “Breathe. You’re going to do fine. You’ll be great. Just think about something calming, soothing, relaxing.
“Like what?”
“Think about me. Naked.”

Kim willing to fight anyone who insults or harms Trini in anyway and becoming furiously protective

Trini trying to bite back her words of anger and hatred when Amanda and her minions make a harsh snide comment to Kimberly knowing she won’t be able to stop any sort of aggression once it starts

Comforting each other about their
past and current home life

Instead of passing generic notes, they’re either playing tic tac toe, telling one another jokes or Kim drawing mini comics and Trini attempting to continue the story with her stick figures

Kim getting jealous when this new girl starts flirting with Trini and because this oblivious gay can’t tell the difference between a friendly compliment and I’m-trying-to-ask-you-out-on-a-date compliment, she unknowingly flirts back

Trini getting jealous when Jason asks if he can talk to Kimberly in private, when Kimberly cancels their plans because she promised to hang out with him and when Jason let’s it slip that Kim visits him in his room at night to talk about things that are troubling instead of talking to her

Kim volunteering to babysit Trini’s brothers with her
Discussing/”Making Up” stories about the Power Rangers with them
Trading embarrassing stories about Trini
Shyly but trying to act intimidating as they interrogate Kim to see if she’s good enough for their sister
Innocently asking if Kim and Trini are dating
Teasingly throwing the girlfriend word around the girls
Board Games
Movie Nights
Them and Kim getting competitive with one another during video games
Talking about their favorite superheroes as they show her their action figures
Questioning her if she believes in aliens

Kim sitting next to Trini or in front of her during Biology so they can reach under the desk and hold hands, y’know whisper in one another’s ears like losers, doodle in each other’s margin on their notebooks

Sneaking into each other’s rooms through the window

Both calming the other down after a nightmare
Kim stealing all of Trini’s flannels, jackets, hoodies. (Beanies are harder to get though she managed to steal her yellow one and replaced it before she was caught.)

Trini occasionally borrowing one of Kim’s shirts/tops

neck kisses
shoulder kisses
forehead kisses
nose kisses
cheek kisses
stomach kisses

Trini staring at Kim’s lips when she talks
Kim glancing at Trini’ lips when they’re sitting or standing too close

lip bites

Playfully bickering on who gets to be the big spoon always even though they switch it up all the time

Being able to keep up with each other’s snark, wit, sass, and sarcasm
Sly smiles
Knowing smug smirks
Suggestive glances
Amused arched eyebrows
Challenging one another

Trini resting her head on Kim’s shoulder

Kim resting her head atop of Trini’s

Trying out different cafés, bakeries, patisseries, coffee shops and learning and eventually knowing each other’s orders at all of them

jokes, innuendos, pick up lines, teasing, banter
eye rolls all the time
exaggerated eyelash batting
Kim flirtatiously winking
pleading pouting lips
Fake offended gasp
hugs from behind

Kim leaning her chin on top of Trini’s head or her shoulder

both being easily whipped and persuaded/convinced by the other

whispering sweet nothings before saying something dumb and stupid and playfully insultful to get rid of the cheesy, sappy, sentiment

Trini judging Kim’s music tastes and both of them trying to find a common genre

Finding places with the best views of the town/taking each other on random adventures

Late night car rides with the windows down

They frequent the cliff edge that overlooks the lake (swimming hole?) for a good view of the lights

If Trini can convince Kim to go hike up the mountain together in the morning, they watch the sunrise, but usually they watch the sunset after school/training

Drive In Movie Theater which either results in Kim being totally invested and Trini taking a nap or having a popcorn catching contest

Sharing Milkshakes

They always share the last donut and have a showdown on who gets the last piece

Taking selfies in those In N Out hats when they go out for burgers

Trini finds Kim singing into a hairbrush and dancing around her room one day as she blasts Top 40 Pop Songs
It takes roughly about 15 seconds to get her to begrudgingly join in
But she’s just in awe at the girl’s voice and so is Kim when Trini starts singing
They’re both panicking

Racing one another just for fun (of course where no one will see)

Snowball fights

Behind the bleachers, rooftop, girl’s bathroom on the second floor or in a quiet vacant hidden corner in the library is where you’ll find them alone ditching class and being unusually couple-ish (The janitor’s closet was just downright disgusting and smelled of cheap chlorine bleach and sanitizer even with their superhuman powers, chemicals still had some effect on their body)

Squeezing each other’s hand for comfort or reassurance along with rubbing their thumb over one another’s knuckles

Trusting one another more than anyone

taking turns resting their head on the other’s chest

Trini resting her head in Kimberly’s lap as she’s sprawled out on the couch

Zack giving Kimberly the shovel talk and Jason giving Trini the shovel talk even though they care for both girls
It’s a ridiculously lovable somewhat annoying act

Trini calling Kim “Princess”

kissing one another’s palms and wrists

both being in utter awe that someone as amazing and beautiful wants to date them

rubbing soothing circles on one another’s hands when the other gets nervous/anxious

Kim tracing abstract patterns on Trini’s back when she’s sleeping

long walks or hiking up those mountain trails
talking to each other all night and even when one falls asleep the other doesn’t hang up the phone, lovesick idiots

When Kim asks Trini what she did to get into detention this time, if she isn’t sending a death glare towards Zack and groaning like she’s suffering through hell and back, she just gives a sheepish smile and a nonchalant shrug because she’s not going to admit that she volunteers to go to this and the teacher could care less

Taking photographs

Kim’s mirror is covered in polaroids and Trini has a secret album

Trini finding out that Kim can do an absolutely believable flawless British accent (you figure out the details)

Kim mouthing the lines to movies and tv shows and Trini’s not even paying attention to the screen anymore like always

God forbid, they have hidden poetry/song books about one another that neither of have told them about.

Tickle Fights

Kim complimenting Trini all the time just to see her blush

The only time they will ever carry each other without being a stumbling blushing mess or arguing over the position in carrying is when one of them is injured or asleep

Star Gazing on top of Kim’s roof

They totally had the same idea of kissing in the rain even though they both know it’s a fricking cliche because a) they can’t get sick and b) they’re saps and hopeless romantics even if they won’t admit it

Having a snowman contest

Kim pushing Trini into the pool and Trini pulling her in with her

Kim booping Trini on the nose and Trini is just bewildered

They take turns bringing each other drinks and donuts for breakfast during the school week (Jason scolds them about needing to eat a healthier breakfast)

They meet up before first period then always text each other before their next classes/during passing periods/hallway traffic jam to complain or give them a heads up about things instead of walking one another to class

Stealing from another’s food during lunch
though it turns more into a game of sorts

Whoever gets out earlier from class waits by the other’s locker after school

Let’s just say the Rangers can’t get drunk so they inevitably try to drink themselves to death, but a body shot and a lap dance ensues

“Do you trust me?”
“Not with my water bottle and definitely not over a cliff.”

“If she goes, I go.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“That’s just your way of telling me, you love me. I’ve cracked that code a long time ago, Hart.”

“Will you please just shut up for a second and stop doubting yourself and listen to me! You’re beautiful.”

“Why did we agree to play Seven Minutes in Heaven?”
“Did they just tell us to go fuck in a closet?”
“The irony hasn’t escaped me.”

“I hate this town. I hate these faces. I’m just so tired of everything, except you. Never you.”

“You’re not short,you’re just tiny.”

“I don’t remember falling in love with you. I just remember you grabbing onto my hand and squeezing way too hard when we were about to be pummeled to our deaths by a train and in that terrifying second I couldn’t process anything except a single thought which was, “You’re dying just admit you’re gay and pretty girls make you weak.”

“You’ve been shutting everyone out that genuinely cares about you”
“Not everyone, not you.”

“Do you think the world could suddenly end on a night as quiet as this?”

“Let me ask you something. Do you think there’s such a thing as a perfect day?”
“What?”
“A perfect day. Start to finish. When nothing terrible or sad or ordinary happens. Do you think it’s possible?”

“We spend our whole lives stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how we’ll escape one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps us going, but we’ll never do it. We just use the future to escape the present. Truth is, we’ll never actually be rid of Angel Grove, we’re still Power Rangers and just like any other superhero we’ll end up staying exactly where we are. Unfortunately our home isn’t a city.” “Well, at least it has you.”

“You were not meant to simply be pretty. You were meant to fight back, so get up and face it.”

“What’s inside is what matters. You are so much smarter than they give you credit for.”

“I am aware that I am less than some people prefer me to be, but most people are unaware that I am so much more than what they see.”

“I feel lost inside myself.”

“I’m not perfect, but I’m original.”

“Tell me every terrible thing you ever did and let me love you anyway.”

“The happiest people, don’t have the best of everything, they just make the best of everything.”

“Perhaps, I want nothing more than to fall asleep next to you.”

“My life will end someday and so will yours, hopefully we die roughly around the same age, not that I want you to die ever but I don’t want you suffering of heartbreak like some depressing Hallmark movie so just kiss me anytime.”

“Thank you, for making me feel less alone.”

“I stopped explaining myself when I realized people only understand from their level of perception.”

“You are alive. You are not a sad story.”

“I love you, but don’t know what to do.”

“You can’t love someone unless you love yourself first.” Bullshit.
I have never loved myself.
But you
Oh god, I loved you so much I forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“Why did you do that?”
“Because I love you.”

“I would never let anybody or anything hurt you.”

“I don’t know for sure what I’m feeling. I don’t think you know exactly what you’re feeling either. This is all new or maybe we’ve felt this way for quite sometime, but refused to acknowledge them. What I do know is that, whatever mutual feelings we have for one another is not going to jeopardize our friendship.We’re not going to let that happen.”

“Just talk to me.”

“What is wrong with you?”
“I’m crazy, remember?”

Kim noticing that Trini has bad social anxiety especially when she’s seated or standing in a public closed in crowd so she always makes it a priority to get seats near the windows in the corner or a seat where Trini’s back is covered
Kim trying to learn Spanish on her own not just to impress Trini (that’s just an added bonus) but to make it easier for Trini’s brothers and dad to communicate with her. She manages to even impress Trini’s mom and manages to have forge somewhat of an acquaintanceship, but she’s still wary.

They’re in love, that’s all I’ve got to say.

What's My Name? - KJ Apa SMUT

Originally posted by daddybetty

A/N: I wrote this because my Kiwi Kutie deserves more attention and more people need to write about him!!! Also he’s the loml & this is my fantasy lmao 😂 Anyways enjoy xx 

 Warnings: SMUT unprotected sex (wrap it up dudes),oral {male receiving} & swearing 


 It was aways fun visiting KJ on set for more reasons than one. Cole’s my best bud and we have too many laughs together we cant be in the same room for more than 5mins. KJ’s scene had ended so the director called for a short break. KJ approached me smiling like a little kid “Hey Baby” he sweetly pressed a kiss to my temple “Hey” I smiled “I missed you” he pouted “Babe we saw each other like 3hrs ago at home” I reminded him “yeah but still” he leaned forward and placed his lips onto mine hungrily,I got the idea that ‘i miss you’ was actually not the same one I was thinking of. 

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Forbidden Love | Pt. 6

▷ Jimin Angst

❥ “I think about you a little more than I should..”

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Epilogue

Chuckling sarcastically, Jimin held his phone up in front of your eyes. “Look, you’re precious husband just texted me. He seems really worried about you. Don’t let him wait, you shouldn’t be talking to an useless person like me, Y/N.”

Not glancing at his phone, you tried to reach out for his hand but stopped when you saw how he backed away from you. “No, wait Jimin! I’m sorry-”

“Why are you doing this, Y/N?”

“What am I doing, Jimin?”

“Every time we see each other, you say that it’s the last time you’ve spent time with me. Then, after a couple of days, you come back, lie down in my arms as if nothing had happened and make me the happiest person in the world. Y/N, you make me fly again and then in a flash, you slam me back onto the ground every single time..”

Sadly, you looked into his eyes. He looked hurt, disappointed and broken. Seeing him like that, you wanted to wrap your arms around his body and tell him that you were sorry, that it breaks your heart to see him hurt like that because of you and that you loved him more than he could ever imagine.

“I don’t want to hurt anymore. I don’t want to cry anymore because of you, Y/N. Don’t come to me anymore. Don’t come to me whenever you’re sad or whenever you need someone to sleep with, Y/N. I don’t want to be your replacement anymore..”

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath. “Jimin, I love yo-”

Right before you could end your sentence, you heard someone clapping slowly. Turning your head to the sound, you locked your eyes with your husband and froze the minute you saw him approaching you both with a smirk plastered on his face.

Standing in front of you both, Taehyung glanced from you to Jimin, his hands now tucked into his pockets. “Wow, what a heartbreaking love story! I’m impressed!”

Not knowing what to say, you looked at Jimin and realized that he was looking at your husband with hateful eyes and a clenched jaw.

“Y/N,” hearing your husbands voice, you snapped your head towards him and a shiver went down your spine at the way he looked at you. “tell me, how is he in bed? Is he good? Better than I am? Or would you prefer us both together? Hm? Tell me.”

“Shut the fuck up, Taehyung!” you heard Jimin hiss through his gritted teeth.

Smirking again, Taehyung turned his head to his best friend. “Why? Do you feel uncomfortable? Poor Jiminie, let me tell you one thing. You’re missing out, my friend.”

You saw how Jimin clenched his hands beside his body. “What the fuck are you trying to say, Taehyung?! Just spit it out!”

Glancing at you once, Taehyung crossed his arms in front of his chest and clicked with his tongue. Turning his head back to his friend, he tilted his head slightly as he smirked at him and said the words that made you feel like you’ve been shot by a gun in the head.

“I must say, your wife is pretty good in bed too, my dear friend.”

Love Is Not Over

WORD COUNT: 3252

SUMMARY: You are Yoongi’s psychiatrist that helps him through his dark days, but what happens when your days become dark as well?

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

chapter one

December 1, 2012

You laid in bed, with your eyes wide open, waiting for your alarm to go off. It was supposed to ring in only five more minutes, but you couldn’t wait that long, so you sprang out of bed and ran to the kitchen to get some coffee. Today was the first day of your career as a psychiatrist. You worked so hard to get to this day, and it had finally arrived. You got ready in less than twenty minutes, and rushed out of the door.

When you reached the building, you realized that the lights were still off and your car was the only one in the parking lot. You sighed, turned the volume of the radio in your car up, and anxiously tapped on your steering wheel, nervous for what the day might entail.

After what seemed like hours, you spotted your new boss’s car approaching the building. You hopped out of your car and waited at the door.

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Let Me Say It Back - Nurseydex

[I was asked to write “saying I love you for the first time” with nurseydex so here it is! I hope you like it.”]


Nursey knocks on Dex’s door before hearing him say “it’s open” and going in. Dex is on the bed lying on his stomach and working on his computer. The light on the nightstand lamp outlines his profile and the light from the computer shines in his face. It has been almost four months since they started dating and the sight of his boyfriend still takes his breath away. The crease between his eyebrows as he concentrates, mused hair from running his fingers through it, jeans that perfectly show the nice curve of his ass and right now he was wearing one of Nursey’s sweaters that looked so much better on him that it ever has on Nursey.

“Give me a second.” Dex smiles his way for a minute before looking back at his computer, his cheeks hold a faint blush and Nursey knew Dex had noticed him staring.

He puts the pizza he got on the desk, takes off his shoes and shrugs off his jacket before throwing himself over his boyfriend with a sigh of content and pressing his cheek to his back. The sweater is warm and smells like Dex which is a mix of coffee, his shampoo and something else almost minty. Nursey presses a kiss between his shoulder blades and closes his eyes at the feeling of Dex relaxing under him.

A couple of minutes later Dex stops typing, closes his laptop and moves to sit up to leave it on the nightstand. Nursey sits up too and smiles when Dex is suddenly straddling his hips and puts one hand on each of Nursey’s cheeks.

“Hey.” Nursey whispers pressing his forehead against Dex’s.

“Hi.”

Dex’s lips are on his in a second, his hands moving from his cheeks to the back of his neck and hair pulling him closer. Nursey wraps his arms around his waist as their lips move softly against each other. His hands slip under Dex’s sweater going over paths and muscles he knows all too well drive Dex and himself crazy. His boyfriend hums into the kiss and bites his bottom lip deepening the kiss while his hands find Nursey’s cheeks again. Nursey remembers how Dex had been shy at first, hesitant even, when it came to kissing and touching but once he was comfortable with it and initiated physical contact, Nursey knew it would be the death of him. Just like in that moment, his wandering hands and lips were making him lose his mind.

They breathe against each other’s lips when they pull away, smiles brushing each other.

“This may come as a shock for you, but I missed you.” Dex pulls back a little to look into Nursey’s eyes as he spoke.

Nursey smirks, “Not shocked at all babe.”

“Oh really?”

“Really.” Nursey brings a hand up to Dex’s hair, a smug smile on his lips, “I know you always miss me.”

Dex laughs before he gazes back into Nursey’s eyes again with a smile and leaves him breathless once again. His smile soft, red thoroughly-kissed lips, flushed cheeks making freckles disappear and a look in his eyes Nursey knows it only his.

He is suddenly unable to look away from the most beautiful man the stars have ever shone on, the one with the misunderstood angry eyes that aren’t really angry if you take your time to know them. Angry eyes that close softly when he’s kissed, that are half lidded when he’s touched, eyes that shine when he laughs, that squint when he’s confused and that tear up when the world feels like too much. There’s so much of him that he loves, he doesn’t know where to start. All Nursey knows is that he loves him and he wants to love everything about him, he wants to love his mind, his eyes, his laugh, their fights, god his body and each detail that makes his Dex, Dex. He knows his eyes are probably screaming I’m so fucking in love with you right now but he wants to tell him, he needs to tell him or he’ll combust.

“You’re right.” Dex whispers as he nuzzles his nose on Nursey’s cheek to bring him back to the present and mostly because he flushed so bad under Nursey’s loving gaze. “I always miss you.”

Nursey’s heart misses a beat at the tenderness of the caress and the kiss that follows and he knows he’s gonna tell him.

“I love you.” Its barely a whisper close to Dex’s ear and they’re so close that he feels Dex’s breath catch on his throat. Dex is silent for a few minutes and Nursey’s brain starts to panic.

“I also brought pizza so you know if you want we can forget I said what I just said and eat that? Or maybe I should tell you that I really do love you and I fell in love with you even before I knew I had and I’m crazy about you or I probably just made things worse? Let’s just-”

Dex chuckles and gives him a soft kiss to stop him from rambling on, “Shut up and let me say it back.”

Nursey realizes that it isn’t panic or awkwardness that leave you speechless when you hear those three words, it’s actually the sudden realization of what those words mean and it’s the feeling of warmth that spreads through your body at the same time a smile widens on your face. So when Dex whispers the three words just as softly as he had, all he can do is press Dex’s back on the mattress and kiss him senseless not helping the smile that plays on his lips all the way through.

“I love you, I looove you.” Nursey smirks pulling away and looking down at Dex.

“You already said that.” Dex smiles up at him adding an eye roll to dismiss his red cheeks.

“I know that.” They both sigh when Nursey nuzzles his nose with Dex’s, placing a kiss on his cheek and another between his brows. He can’t help himself. “I’m going to keep saying it you know, I’m never gonna stop telling you.”

Dex leans into the touch, eyes sparkling as he smiles so happy, so in love. “I know.” He brings Nursey close for another kiss. “So, about that pizza.”

anonymous asked:

I'm usually all about the smut but there's something about the way you write msr that has me craving sweet. Could you please write something before they are a couple where Scully is so sleepy and exhausted and Mulder cuddles her. In bed please! No sex.

Hi anon! I so *wish* I could write smut, but you asked for sweet anyway and here it is. No sex, apparently, is what I’m good at. Set in “Bad Blood” before the last scene in Skinner’s office. Mulder and Scully have to spend another night in Chaney. 

“Let’s just go home, Mulder.” Scully sighs, tugs at his jacket. He is dirty and he reeks. She probably does, too.

“Our flight isn’t until…uhm. We don’t have a flight.” Mulder stops to look around. Scully tugs at him again, exhausted, and he follows her. The drugs, whatever Sheriff Hartwell gave her, wear her down still. She just wants to sleep. Take a shower, maybe, but sleep. A lot. Forget all about this. One day, she decides, she’ll show interest in a man that’s not crazy.

“Scully, did we book a flight? Where is the hotel?”

Or maybe crazy in a more charming, less harmful way. She takes Mulder’s hand intto hers and leads him to their hotel without incident.

Scully is certain that they have two rooms. They must have. Mulder, now freshly showered with damp, spiky hair, sits in her bed surrounded by several pieces of paper. This is her room, she is sure of it. He’s chewing on his pen (he’s all out of sunflower seeds) and trying to figure something out. So is she; what is he doing in her room? In her bed?

“Mulder?” Her tongue feels too big for her mouth. She tries to tame her own damp hair; her arms too heavy to even attempt to hold the blow dryer. It’s not like she needs to look her best here in this Vampire-infested town anyway. Or whatever these people are.

“Hm?”

“What are you doing?” Scully wants him to leave. Go wherever. He used her shower, fine, and if her nose is not mistaken, he also used her shampoo. She doesn’t care. All she cares about right this moment is sleep.

“I’m working on our report for Skinner. He wants to see us first thing in the morning.” Scully groans and Mulder eyes her curiously with the pen hanging from his mouth like a cigarette. There’s nothing left of his own confusion. Without her, he wouldn’t even have found his way back here. Now he looks as chipper as if he’s just returned from a vacation.

“Mulder, can we do this tomorrow, please? I’m tired.” She puts emphasis on the word hoping he gets the hint. He doesn’t. Instead he scoots over to make room for her on the bed. He’s got to be kidding.

“Skinner expects the report.”

“Since when do you care so much about reports?” Scully is too tired. She sits down next to Mulder, tears the folder out of his hands and looks at what he’s written down so far. None of it makes sense to her.

“Scully, I’m sorry they didn’t have any flights for tonight,” Mulder’s voice takes on a soft tone and Scully, against her better judgment, feels herself relax. “I know you want to go home. So do I. But we’re stuck here for another night and the sooner we deal with this,” he takes the folder back out of her hands, “the sooner we can file it away and forget about it.”

“Maybe you’re right.”

“Dear diary, today Agent Scully-”

“Mulder.” Her voice is sharp as a knife and he shuts up immediately. Out of the corner of her eyes she sees him grin.  

“So how about you tell me exactly what happened with you and Sheriff Buck Teeth.”

“Didn’t we go over this already?” Scully’s eyes refuse to stay open. The bed is surprisingly comfortable and Mulder is like a big, warm, soft pillow. One she shouldn’t use, but her body is drawn to his and she is just too exhausted to fight it.

“Uhm, no. Not this time. What did you two do in the car, Scully?”

“Hm?”

“In the car,” she hears Mulder’s voice somewhere near. I can do this with my eyes closed, she reasons, and lets them drift shut. “What did you two talk about?” Mulder’s voice feels wonderful, Scully thinks with a small smile. Why can she feel it? Oh right. Her head is on his chest. She is not sure how it got there or if she should move away from him. Her body is no longer cooperating and Mulder, apparently, doesn’t mind.

“Hmmmm.”

“So you didn’t talk? In the car? What did you do with that guy, Scully?”

“Nothin’.” She mumbles against his t-shirt clad chest. He smells good. So very, very good. “Why are you in my bed, Mulder?” She asks him, taking in more of his scent, and sighs deeply. This must be a dream, she thinks. They don’t cuddle like this in reality.

“Actually Scully, you’re in my bed.”

“Hm. No. My room.” He chuckles and the gentle lift of his chest feels wonderful. He puts his arm around her, tentatively at first, but she doesn’t even think about asking him to remove it.

“You and Sheriff Buck Teeth, Scully.”

“Hartwell.” She mumbles, fighting against the pull of sleep.

“Hm. He had buck teeth, Scully. What did you see in him?”

“This for the report?”

“I need to understand it, don’t I?” Scully snuggles closer into his side beginning to feel cold. He lets her go of her for a moment so he can put a blanket over her. She sighs in contentment when his arms go around her again, holding her close.  

“He was interested.”

“Ouch, that’s all it takes for you? Good to know.”

“Shut up, Mulder.” She wants to get up, stare at him, hit him, but he’s too soft under her cheek.

“Did you just talk, Scully, or did you…”

“He talked and then he drugged me, Mulder.” When she feels his whole body stiffen, she puts her hand on his stomach. Gently caresses him until his muscles relax again. “Nothing happened, Mulder.”

“How do you know if you were drugged?”

“Was checked out at the hospital.”

“When?”

“Before I found you.”

“You didn’t even think to look for me?”

“Mulder,” she whines, “I was drugged. You… slept it off.” Which, she figures, is why he is so wired now and she is everything but. He is quiet and she breathes in tandem with him. In and out, in and out. Scully feels herself drift off, safe in Mulder’s arms, when he leans away from her. She wants to complain, but he merely turns off the lights, and then she is back in his arms.

“The report?” She asks into the darkness.

“Can wait. Goodnight, Scully.” He holds her tightly, not even thinking about going to his – or her room – and she finds herself smiling before, finally, she falls asleep.  

anonymous asked:

Sherlock x reader. The reader is just as smart as Sherlock, but is a selective mute. She'll only talk people she trusts. Like, Sherlock, John, Mrs Hudson, Greg and Molly. When she's called a freak by Anderson it makes Sherlocks blood boil

So be it!

Name: Do Not Open Your Mouth Again.

“The freaks are here,” you hear Anderson tell Greg, as you, Sherlock, and John walk upstairs to see the crime scene. You roll your eyes, but say nothing, hearing how Sherlock squeezes his teeth.

“Sherlock, Y/N, John!” Greg greets you, as you walk in the room and look at the dead body. “We’re totally stuck.”

“I do wonder why you keep bringing two of them,” Anderson comments. “One freak is enough, but you always take the second one as well…”

“What did you say?” Sherlock turns around, looking at Anderson with his face deadly calm. Anderson shuts up, but Sherlock looks too full of rage, as he approaches the man and grabs his collar.

“Sherlock!” you call him, but the Holmes is not really listening, as he keeps shaking the poor idiot.

“Anderson, you know how much I know about you. Your cheating. Your incredible stupidity. And guess what?” Sherlock smiles with a terrifyingly happy smile. “So will your wife. If you. Open. Your. Mouth. One. More. Time. To say anything. Anything. About her,” Anderson starts nodding. “Are we clear?”

“Sherlock,” you reach out for him and grabs his hand, making him let Anderson go. “Sherlock, it’s ok.”

“It is not,” groans Sherlock, and you feel Greg’s stare on your back.

“Sherlock, let it go! It’s an Anderson. It is not the first time he is being an idiot, is it?” Sherlock grins and lets go of the man, then turns to you. “I am glad that you are trying to defend me, but… Come on, he is an idiot.”

“It’s… It’s very strange,” Sherlock notices, as he looks around, as if he is dizzy. “Very strange.”

“Sherlock?” John tries to get his attention, but the detective keeps staring at you. “Guys?”

“The way I was trying to defend you…” Sherlock starts talking incredibly slowly, as if measuring each and every word. Then his eyes open widely, as he is looking at you, not blinking, not even breathing, until you take his hand.

“Sherlock? You’re scaring us,” instead of answering, Sherlock turns around and runs away. You look at Greg and John, as you all sigh. “I guess…”

“He knows it,” nods John. “He finally figured it out.”

“That he is in love?” Greg grins. “It felt good to know something he didn’t know though, didn’t it?”

“Yes, it did. But now we have to deal with Sherlock who just figured that he is in love,” you murmur, rubbing your forehead. “Do you know how annoying that will be?”

“Oh yes. But you will be the one suffering the most,” Greg and John grin, and you giggle, realizing that they are going to have the fun of a lifetime. Looking at you two trying to figure it out.

질투 (Jiltu) (1/2)

Originally posted by perolinha

Title : 질투 (Jiltu) - Jealousy

Author : Myself

Genre : Drama, fluff, Angst

Words : 4057

Summary : Jinyoung can’t help it. He knows you, he knows your heart, but he can’t help it. 

Part I 

He was fuming. Every muscle was painfully contracted, from his jaw to his toes. His fingers were taping incoherently on the wooden table, feet mimicking the sound on the parquet. He could accept, he could be the chill boyfriend, brushing his worries off because of love, but he wasn’t this type of person.

Jinyoung wasn’t chill.

The fact that you could be close to another man wasn’t something he was against to, because he had friends of the opposite sex. What was enraging was seeing you, hugging, laughing, touching him like you belonged to this guy.

And he couldn’t accept it, not when you certainly didn’t belong to anyone except him.

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day’s end | five evenings in the mill

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i.

Sliding into bed at the end of a day like the one he’s had is pure, fucking bliss. The sheets are cold and soft around his legs, the mattress takes his weight like a dream and his pillow smells of Robert. It’s perfect.

Well. Almost.

“So she keeps going on and on about what Jimmy would say and how Jimmy would have done it,” Robert’s saying between vigorous brushes of his teeth. “As if she ever listens to a word he says when he’s actually there!”

Aaron allows himself a moment to roll his eyes to himself so hard he might sprain something, then sighs and turns over so he can see Robert in the bathroom doorway.

Robert’s in nothing but his underwear, toothbrush in hand. It might be doing something for Aaron if he didn’t have toothpaste down his chin, a smattering of it on his chest. As it is, he manages to hum supportively and has to fight to keep his eyes open.

“Jimmy’s the one who suggested it! Which she knows,” Robert shoves the brush back into his mouth, a brief reprieve. “She wouldn’t know a good deal if it smacked her on the arse,” he mumbles around it, very close to actually foaming at the mouth.

Aaron does shut his eyes then, because it’s disgusting. “Just get Jimmy to ring her,” he says.

“I’ve tried,” Robert says, voice fading as he goes back into the en suite. There’s a blast of water, gargle, spit. If he has a piss with the door open again Aaron is actually going to smother himself.

Even through closed eyelids he can tell when the room goes dark, Robert shutting the doors, shuffling around to his side of the bed.

He smells minty fresh when he climbs in behind Aaron, so Aaron turns over, rolls into Robert’s body for a cuddle.

“I just wish she’d listen to me,” Robert says, a big hand rubbing up Aaron’s back. “I know what I’m doing.”

Aaron hums again, feeling heavy. “Just do it anyway. She’s an idiot.”

He feels Robert nod, a gentle hand through his hair. “Thanks for letting me moan at you,” Robert says, voice a quiet murmur now they’re pressed together.

Aaron shrugs, tucking his face into Robert’s neck, tangling their legs together. “What are husbands for?”

He thinks Robert presses a kiss to his temple but he’s already sliding into sleep.

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lines in make happy that made me cry

“we all deserve love, even on the days when we aren’t our best”

“i had a privileged life, and i got lucky, and i’m unhappy”

“if you can live your life without an audience, you should do it.”

“i don’t go to the gym because i’m self conscious about my body, but i’m self conscious about my body because i don’t go to the gym.”

“part of me loves you, part of me hates you, part of me needs you, part of me fears you.”

“i don’t think that i can handle this right now”

“come watch the skinny kid when a steadily declining mental health and laugh as he attempts to give you what he cannot give himself”

“i know i’m not a doctor, i’m a pussy, i put on a silly show. i should probably just shut up and do my job so here i go.”

“you can tell them anything if you just make it funny, make it rhyme, and it they still don’t understand you, then you run it one more time.”

“thank you, goodnight, i hope you’re happy.”

“on a scale from one to zero, are you happy?”

“what the fuck kind of question is am i happy?”

“i really wanna try to get happy. and i think that i could get it if i didn’t always panic every time i’m unhappy.”

“oh god my dad was right.”

“so if you know or ever knew how to be happy, on a scale of one to two now, are you happy?”

“you’re everything you hated, are you happy?”

“hey look ma, i made it, are you happy?”

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Hands off my girl

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Part 2!

Originally posted by teenwolf

Prompt:  After receiving kisses from two boys, the day takes a turn.

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x female!reader x Theo Raeken

Word Count: 2176

Warnings: angst, fluff, kissing, Stiles being violent, Theo being cocky, italics used are the readers thoughts and gif used isn’t mine!

Authors note: I stayed up late to post this! Sorry if some parts don’t make sense, I’m very tired! This is for my Teen Wolf buddy @honeystilinski! I hope it’s worth the wait and that you enjoy it! :) x

Tagged: @loveitsallineed @xxtaylorsingerxx @louise-specter @deals-with-demons

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I don’t think I deserve it - Part 5

Characters: Teen!Reader, Sam, Dean

Warnings: Injury, Nightmare, Pain (?), Fluff

Word Count: 1,200 ish (ik it’s short)

A/N: Hello! I’m sorry for the late update, but I just got my computer to work (yay). I wrote this kinda quick and It’s not the best chapter but I felt the urge to update. If you want to be tagged in future parts just ask <3

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Originally posted by heytheredeann

Sam carried you to his room, probably because it was the closest. Carefully he placed you on his bed and began picking on the porcelain pisces. “I’m gonna have to remove your shirt to see if any of these hurt you.” Panicked you shook your head. Just as Sam opened his mouth to answer Dean came into the room, spotting you two.

“Where’s she hurt?” The panic rose within you and the pain was almost too much to bare. You tried to focus on your breath as they spoke, trying to calm down a little. You shut your eyes closed. “Y/N?” Take a deep breath, come on, now’s not the time to get a panic attack. “Hey, Y/N.” You nodded a little, signaling that you heard them. “We have to see how bad your leg is, okay?” As you nodded again you felt a pair of hands coming up to the waistband of your leggings and you inhaled sharply.

The hands stopped right away, but you still held your breath. The other brothers hands came up to stroke your cheeks. You flinched away. Sam’s voice were right above you then. “It’s okay, we’re only going to take a look at your leg.” Before you knew it your leggings were gone and you started to shake. I need to calm down. Even if you trusted the brothers a little more than you should have, considering how you’ve only been in the bunker for almost a week, this still creeped you out.

Sam’s hands left your cheeks and you felt his fingers gently press into your skin around the stitches. “It doesn’t need stitches again, but we have to use bandage so it’s won’t get infected.” You let out the breath you held. Just the mere thought of needles made your eyes water.

“You hurting somewhere else?” You shook your head lightly, praying that Sam or Dean would give you painkillers soon. Sam must have read your mind because the next thing he said was “I can’t give you painkillers for you leg Y/N, you look some like 3 hours ago.” Silent tears ran down your cheeks as you gave up fighting them away.

Dean ran his hand down your left leg, trying to give you some comfort. “The easiest way through this is to sleep.” He said after a while. You nodded, ready to try to limb yourself towards your room when Sam pushed your shoulders down. “You can stay here, it’s okay.” Dean then left the room, saying something about cleaning up the kitchen.

Guilt came crashing down on you. All that mess just because you’re so damn scared all the time. Sam was heading out too, and you didn’t want to be alone. “C-can you s-stay?” He turned around and walked towards your left side on the bed. You were still freezing and laying on top of the covers didn’t help.

He gently got the covers away and on top of you and tucked them in a little on the sides. “I’m gonna go get my laptop and sit here, okay?” You nodded at that and watched him leave the room. You didn’t notice it before, but he had books everywhere. On the floor, on the dresser and even one at the end of the bed.

He had some clothes lying in the right corner, probably dirty. Sam came back with his laptop and a couple of headphones in his hand. He placed them on the bed as he got out of his shoes.

You scooted over a little to the left so that Sam would fit on the bed. The bed dipped under his weight when he sat down. He was sitting with his back against the headboard and his laptop pretty far down on his lap. With his headphones plugged in he started to watch some movie.

Without thinking you put your head on his lap. You felt him tense under you and you were just about to move your head when his hand began to stroke your hair and back. You let out a deep breath and closed your eyes.

You focused on the small patterns Sam drew on your back instead of the pain coming from your leg. The warmth from Sam made you snuggle in a little more into him and soon enough you fell asleep.

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Sam’s Pov

You had been sleeping for almost 2 hours on his lap now. He was happy that you started to open up a little from the cold shell you were before. Of course there was a lot more to work on, especially on the food thing. Sam couldn’t help to notice before how the leggings that was supposed to be tight on you, was baggy on your small legs.

You were literally just skin and bones, and that worried him a lot. The dark circles under your eyes showed him how little sleep you’ve gotten lately and he was thinking that maybe it had to do with nightmares.

The second movie was playing in front of him as you began to move. He saw your lips moving and your eyebrows furrowed. As he removed his headphone he heard you talking in your sleep. “No..’m sorry..”

He paused the movie as he kept his eyes on you. “Clarke.. Stop.. I’m not-” tears leaked from your eyes when you suddenly stopped talking. “Hey, Y/N.” He didn’t want to wake you up after such a short time, but you were having another nightmare and he wanted to wake you up before you got too far away in the dream.

You stirred when he shook your shoulder and you opened your eyes. He felt you take a deep shaky breath, almost as if you tried to calm down. When he moved his hand on your shoulder you flinched. “Hey, it’s okay, you’re safe.”

When you didn’t answer he spoke up again. “Who’s Clarke..?” He felt you tense and he regretted asking you. You shook your head against his lap and sat up. You threw your legs carefully over the bed and went to stand up, pulling the covers away from your body. Sam got up to help, but you just brushed him off telling him you could do it yourself. He backed away and watched you limb out of his room with pain written all over your face.

He sighed, why did I do that? It was clearly something that hurt for you to talk about. Everytime Sam mentioned what happened before they took you in you shut him out and ignored him. They really needed to know what happened but they couldn’t get it out of you. Sam often told Dean to give you some time, but they still worried a lot about what happened to you.

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Can You Teach Me [Part 1]

Author: smutandahalf

Characters: Stiles x Reader

Rating: NSFW 18+ EXPLICIT SMUT

Word Count: 2,814

**Hi everyone! This is my first smut and it’s going to be a part of a series.. I hope you like it and please send me in any feedback! Thanks to @completedylantrash for inspiring me!**

Originally posted by amazing-otp-moments


“It’s just so easy for you, Y/N, you wouldn’t understand.”

“What is?” I ask him, not tearing my gaze away from the inky black of the night sky or the small pinpoints of lights dotted throughout it.

I hear him sigh and he pauses before responding, “Nevermind. Don’t worry about it, it’s stupid.”

I frown slightly, lifting my body up from the metallic cold of the hood of the jeep so that I can turn and look at him. I shift slightly so that I’m lying on my side with my chin perched on my hand. “Don’t do that, Stilinski,” I grumble at him, “tell me what you mean.

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Inch by Inch

[I got a request! Actually I got two requests in the same day, I couldn’t believe it. I’ll be working on the other one next, and I, ugh, I just hope their good. I picture it in my head and I can see it but I don’t know….But enjoy!]

“ – and after that he just wouldn’t stop laughing. I swear those boys are crazy, they have to get it from Will’s side of the family.”

You laughed, watching the screen of JJ’s phone as she showed a video of Henry making silly faces at Michael; the little toddler waving his chubby arms and squealing in delight with each contortion.  

“It’s so adorable, Henry was made to be a big brother. Thinking about having another one soon? Maybe a little girl this time so Garcia and I have someone to dress up and have tea parties with finally?”

You and Garcia had talked about that while JJ was pregnant with Michael. Both of you fantasizing over the clothes and toys you could buy for a baby girl. But with the bulge of shock coming from JJ’s eyes you knew that possibility was a ways away.

“I think I’m good for right now on the baby front. Maybe you two could just dress up each other. Right Spence?”

“Hmmm?”

Glancing over next to you, Spencer blinked his eyes blearily. “Have you slept at all during this case?”

Child abductions had been happening in a small area of Wisconsin, and with no similarities between victims, Spencer had been the one to piece together that though they had no physical similarities, the children were all on the same medication. Leading them to the unsub which was the doctor that had prescribed them. But during that time you doubted the genius had used his bed even once, now beginning to nod in and out on the jet.

“I slept some. Just really tired now that it’s over.”

“Want a blanket?”

“No, no I’m good, thanks.”

JJ’s eyes crinkled. “Well, you need to be a little careful there, Spence, with the way you’re swaying you’re going to bop into Y/N’s skull.”

“Oh, hush, he’s fine. Go back to sleep, Spencer.”

“Hmm?”

“Oh, he’s gone.”

You laughed. “I’d say so. Hey, pass me some of those Cheetos.”

“You have three steps to the kitchen, get your own.”

“Don’t be like that, JJ, I always share with you. I’m only asking for a few – oh.”

During your debacle Spencer had decided to face plant onto your shoulder, and like JJ had predicted the thud of his skull had sent a sharp signal of pain up to you.

“How did he not wake up from that?”

“I have no clue. Should we wake him?”

You shook your head. “No harm in letting him lay there. Kind of feels nice if you discount the bruise I’ll have tomorrow.”

With that the two of you carried on your conversation, sneaking a few Cheetos from JJ’s bag while discussing where the next team dinner should be. Until you felt a Spencer moving next to you, in almost slow motion you watched as Spencer begin curling up against you, his body moving in closer to you.

“Uh…”

“Want to move him now?”

Honestly, you didn’t. His chest pressed alongside your arm, his breath a millimeter from your ear, you could even feel his lips moving near it though nothing intelligible could be heard. He was warm, and he smelled nice, his hair somehow smelled spicy, woodsy.

Cinnamon. How the hell did he get his hair to smell like cinnamon?

Not unless one of the baristas attacked him with one of their seasonal flavors, it didn’t seem logical. But it fit him. It was nice and though JJ’s eyes stared at you in an incredulous amusement you pretended like nothing was out of the ordinary.

“So, I was thinking we’d spend Christmas Eve with the team and Christmas day with –“

And again, Spencer’s spastic motion cut you off. But this time…

“Oooh, I see Pretty Ricky copping a feel over there.”

Great, now Morgan knew what was going on. You huffed, carefully moving Spencer’s hand away from your chest only to have him flop it back in your lap.

“I think he like’s you, your body is like a magnet to him.”

Damn you and your baritone chuckle, Morgan.

JJ was covering her mouth to hide her smile. “I don’t think he’d be offended if you woke him.”

Before you could answer the hand began to shift and squeeze, tugging you closer to him.

“Hmmm, Y/N.”

With Morgan’s laughter the rest of the everyone’s attention was drawn to you, and you had no idea what to do.

“Tell you what Y/N, if you can last with him on you like that I’ll give you fifty bucks.”

Well, thanks Emily.

You still wouldn’t move him, not even out of liking it now. It was more of a point to make. It didn’t bother you, but them thinking it bothered you, bothered you. By the time you were getting ready to land Spencer had folded himself nearly across your lap, his face pressed into the thin fabric of your shirt, which you could feel a small wetness from what you guessed was him drooling. His arms encircled your waist fully now while one of his legs had tangled with yours. In short, the two of you looked like a mutant pretzel.

“Pretty Boy! Rise and shine! Come greet us and look at the mess you’re in.”

The yelling and the jolt of the jet making contact with the ground was enough to get Spencer to open his eyes. Blinking slowly before becoming large when he realized his position.

“Sleep well, Spence?”

The jeers were enough to get you to roll your eyes, as you patted Spencer’s knee in attempt to tell him it was all right. Everyone filing out before the two of you.

“I guess, you won, Y/N.”

You glared up at Emily as she tossed a fifty in your lap. With the two of you remaining Spencer fidgeted with his hands as he looked to you.

“What did you win?”

“Not waking you up while you did your yoga poses on me.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. Are you mad at me?”

“Not really. Though you do get that they’re going to find out about us pretty soon now.”

“Probably, is that a bad thing?”

“No, I don’t think so, I just wanted to tell them in a better way than you slobbering on me.”

“I do not –“

Giving him a pointed look his mouth clapped shut. “Fine, I just, I can’t help it, you know? Whenever you’re next to me, my body knows somehow that you’re near and wants to be close to you.”

Giving his cheek a kiss, you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend’s neck. “My body likes your body close, it’s the reason I didn’t throw you off.”

First Time || Peter Parker

this was inspired by JustKiddingFilm’s ‘your first time’ video. it was really interesting to watch and I just had to write something for Peter! I’ll get back to working on the requests that I’ve amassed so far a bit later, just let me indulge in this one quick story ♡♡♡♡♡

for this story, it’s set sometime in the future, where Peter and the reader are in college and are both around 21 years old. 

warnings: SMUT!!! There’s gonna be a lemon, and if you don’t like lemons then I don’t recommend that you read this !!

**don’t repost/plagiarize this plot! reblogs are fine!

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When your best friend invited you and Peter to hang out with her and her boyfriend at Starbucks, you didn’t think that their conversation would go into such dangerous territory. 

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Safe at Last (Part 1):

(Originally called Feysand Fic Part 1)

Okay guys, so the fanfic I’ve been working on is finally here! I have posted it in parts and also on AO3 for your convenience. As said in my earlier post I’m tagging everyone who liked the old post and was interested in the fanfic:

@sparkleywonderful​   @bookieworm​   @ggabiushca​   @deargeny13

ANY OVERALL COMMENTS/SUGGESTIONS WELCOMED!

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Part 4:

Part 5:

Part 6:

Summary:

Feyre has escaped Tamlin for the second time but this time, no one in the Night Court is aware of what happens. Feyre is depending on the bond to bring Rhysand to her.

I wanted to see a short fic where Rhysand takes care of a weak Feyre and I know that that was like his entire role in ACOMAF but I wanted a scene where Feyre would have nothing but adoration for him and allow him to fuss over her. So here goes nothing…

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Only Make Believe // Chapter 10: After Dinner Tears

fyi: because of tumblr’s interface, I can no longer put links to external websites in the actual post. If you’d like to read this chapter on ff.net please check the master post page on my blog. TO read on AO3, please click the SOURCE button on this post and it should take you to the chapter. 


December 19th, evening.

Cullen picked and prodded at the food laid out on his plate with disinterest. He wasn’t particularly hungry, nor was he in the mood to be surrounded by people and voices. Since returning to Haven, the day seemed to have taken a sour turn. The argument with Nevena and subsequent talk with Nevan only cemented that for him.

Nevena sat beside him at the dinner table, shifting her food from one side of her plate to the other. She kept her head down, her whole demeanour giving off an air of disquiet. Aside from a brief cursory glance at him when he came in to the dining room, she hardly acknowledged him. He probably wasn’t making it easy either. He made polite conversation with her sisters and parents when they invited him into conversation but doing so only prolonged the time they were there.

He was desperate to get away from the manor house. Once they returned to Skyhold they could clear the air. They could talk, and the guilt gnawing away at his belly would recede. At least he hoped it would. He hated this feeling. This prickling sensation all over his skin that seemed to dig deeper with each passing minute. Words and phrases of what he intended to say entered his mind and he tried to keep them in mind, but everything in his head was moving so swiftly and with such confusion, he wasn’t even sure what the current conversation topic at the table was.

Ineria said something; Nevan laughed, and like well trained dogs everyone else around the table began to find the comment hilarious. Monty went so far as to put his cutlery down and put his hand to his mouth as he chuckled. Cullen managed not to roll his eyes at the sycophantic display.

“Something wrong, Nevvie?” Ineria’s pursed lips made her look as though she had smelled something rotten in the way her face creased. Clearly Nevena not joining in did not please Ineria in the slightest. “Don’t you like it?”

“I’m not hungry,” Nevena pushed her plate away from her, fork askew.

“You’ve hardly touched a thing,” Clotilde pointed out, “and after Ineria spent so much time cooking.”

With a sigh, Nevena pulled her plate closer and ate a small helping of greens. Cullen noticed everyone at the table watching her chew. Conversation only resumed when she swallowed the mouthful forcefully. She took a long drink of water straight after. Cullen could only assume it was to prevent her from being sick.

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Its not easy!

Being in pain everyday is not easy

Telling people you are okay when you are not, is not easy

Doing day to day activities when you are drained is not easy

Telling people your problems even though they have no idea what you go through is not easy

Missing days out because your body has completely shut down is not easy

Putting a smile on your face when you are internally crying inside is not easy

Feeling like you want to give up is not easy

But through it all I know I have the strength and determination to get through this illness and I WILL live easy.

Be Used (Jason Mccann) (Mature)

The slamming door was an usual, afternoon sound that came around whenever Jason Mccann felt angry, annoyed, aggravated or all of the above combined in one.  

The days were getting too stressful; especially with cops sniffing around, making it extremely hard to work for him and the boys. All the unfinished deals, unwanted people being killed, drugs and guns multiplied - this got to the stage, where it was simply too much to carry on an individual’s shoulders.

Y/N knew. She knew very well how emotionally drained her boyfriend was. All the signs of indisposition, both physically and mentally. He looked tired, exhausted. The bags under his eyes, messy hair, obsessed look as he constantly checked up on any news that the gang could bring in. Still, mostly it was the lack of interest he gave her.

Now, it wasn’t about what she wanted, what she needed, even though she was missing himself more than any words could ever describe. Not mentioning sex, what she craved the most was her boyfriend by her side, laughing, talking. The cuddles, the little ‘I love you’s & more. She ached for feeling him being a different Jason, a Jason that was carefree only with her.

Nevertheless, the sex part was what worried her the most. It was normal by now that Mccann was using her body as a getaway whenever he felt like he needs to. And for Y/N it was not a big deal, mainly because she was too disturbed by the fact that the love of her life could just go out and kill someone as an income of outrageous rage.

The shadow of his body has become now visible, as Jason took himself straight to kitchen, not even once looking around. His girlfriend, of good amount of time now, bit on her bottom lip, only imagining the frightening thoughts that were going through his head. The idea of all the demons he was forced to hold back inside made her really upset. And this was everytime she would see him in such condition. Once again, Y/N mentally cursed herself for overthinking the situation and finding her as a victim of it as well.

A deep, shaky sigh has left the plumpy lips of hers. She stood up, fixing her hair and clothes, just like she would be going to some formal meeting that was suppose to bring a crucial earnings. Her toes made their way to the kitchen as silently as it was physically possible, just in case. A muscular, male posture was turned back to her, focused on something below so badly that no recognition was given to an individual that just appeared.

“Jase? Can we talk?” Y/N asked silently, slightly afraid of the reaction she might receive.

This was a reminder of the days when the two were strangers to each other, when Y/N would be too embarrassed to even look at Jason, which only made him smirk and pay attention to the girl who he never thought would play a role in his future life.  

Good couple of seconds has passed, since the silence was broken down by little, non-understandable whimpers.

“Yeah, what is it?” He answered, looking back at her. There was no specific emotion hidden behind the look he was emitting, just like the two ball-shaped things inside of him lost the purpose utterly.

“Um, I-” She started, looking puzzled, just like her mind. Jason raised his eyebrows in confusion, looking at the body of his girlfriend carelessly. This never happened. Usually, he was being so nice, he was always being nice to her, unless they had a misunderstanding. But, even then. So bloody nice.
“I know how you feel. I cannot actually relate, but I understand completely. I know you hate talking about the emotions, that’s exactly why you are having cocaine on our counter, I’m not mad, like I said - I get it.” The sentence finally left her mouth, as Jason slid to the right, covering the illegal image that his girlfriend spotted. “I get it so bad, I am not here to make you talk or cry or complain or whatever. Just, um, let me help you, we both know what will help you, we can do it.” Her head nod, as the speech she gave had a more confident sound half way through.

“No, no way, I told we won’t fuck when I’m this angry.” He said almost instantly, shaking his head. “I’m all good, this baby will make me feel better and we can lay down later and watch you favourite, sappy shit, just give me time, I need that.” He mumbled, ignoring her presence by turning back around, guess it was just easier this way.

“Yes, we will, because you want it and I want it.” She said aggressively, getting annoyed with yet again - no interest she was given. Next thing she knew was her hand grabbing Jason’s one harshly, pulling it, to make him look at her and for once, be serious when it came to the stuff that came out of her mouth.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, huh? Fucking get off my dick!” Jason screamed out in frustration, not because of what Y/N did, but because he was just about to bend over and let the magic powder do its wizardry thing.

“You are so fucking irritating. Don’t you get it? You always fuck me when you feel angry, just because you feel extra angry doesn’t mean I can’t take it. Jason, I’m being for real, this is getting out of hand. I can’t have you slamming the door, breaking things, pretending I’m not here, I can’t do it anymore. I feel like fucking shit, you are all I care about and yet, I cannot help you. If you won’t let me be your therapist, just let me be your fucking slut.” The words came out with such great meaning behind them, showing how the struggle of one person can easily affect his closet ones.

“I don’t wanna use you.” Jason whispered, as soon as Y/N’s hands started to touch him up, scrolling through his chest, down to his pants, as she undid the belt.

The only reason he did not stop her was because of what she said, she made him feel as she is soon about to leave if the things won’t change, and that was not in his control at all. Yes, he was aware of the fact his girlfriend that he loved so dearly didn’t even come across to the thought of hurting him and it was his own, messed up thinking that made him believe in that.

“I want to be used.” She whispered back, as her shaking hands slipped down around his tight. Her chin moved up, looking at the face of the boy she loved, looking for answers. She was just too good to simply start with more without getting the permission, just like he would when he wanted to.

He looked at her with such an empty expression. Was it a yes, was it a
no? Y/N slowly, very slowly, stared going down on him, which made Jason furrow his eyebrows in such shock. As soon as he came into realisation, he grabbed her arm, pulling her little body up.

“If you wanna help me, jack me off. I didn’t have a time to do it myself.” He said firmly, sticking up to a plan he created in his mind. Mentally, he punched himself so hard, as he had a girl he adored trying to suck him off and he just declined.

“But, I-”

“No. You want to be my slut? Fucking be one. Shut the fuck up and do what I tell you to do. I don’t want your fucking cunt or you mouth or whatever, jack me off. Make me cum and then fuck off.” He spat, looking at her with no further feeling, which in some weird way had her turned on. She quickly just nodded, hating herself for the fact she enjoyed it. It was a first mini sexual interactions they had in so long, it felt like forever.

Y/N slipped both her hands slowly inside his boxers, massaging his length that was quick to become harder and harder, out of the total lack of touch he has been receiving recently. She looked down, licking her lips, as the tips of her fingers were making rounded moves on the tip of an impressive member, while the other hand landed on a pair of balls, caressing them intensively.

“Fuck, I’m actually close.” Whimpers hit Y/N’s sight, surprising the both of the two, as Jason was never the one to be at his pick point quickly.

“You’re so fucking big.” The moans came out, which made her boyfriend raise the corners of his lips, forming the smirk that was not welcomed on the handsome face since the start of all of his issues.

“Hurry the fuck up.” He muttered, feeling himself getting hot, as he moved his eyes onto a set of hands, satisfying him.

He regretted not fucking her now. What he would do to her. It’s probably what he wouldn’t do to her - that was a real good question. “Oh my-…Faster, harder, I want you to feel me, I want to feel my sperm landing right on your beautiful, tiny hand. Fuck, and you know what you will do later? Lick it all of so nicely, you will get what every slut is waiting for, is daddy fucking right?” He moaned out, restlessly moving his hips to signalise he needs and demands more.

She did as she was told, stroking his dick, up and down as her fingers pressed more force onto his balls, tugging them. The characteristic sound of moans fulfilled the kitchen, as the hands slipping on Jason’s dick made him ready to release and make himself feel better. He was so in the moment, so vulnerable in such state.

“Daddy, I want all of your cum, I’m so ready. I want you to see me tasting you. P-please.” She sobbed, letting out a moan in desperation, as her panties got soaked more and more with every minute.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” A loud, deep groan hit all the corners of their house as the Jason’s hands tightened on the counter behind him. his head threw back and his body became tremulous, when all the juices left his body, accompanied by his moans. Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, feeling the sticky substance on her fingers, slowly taking herself out of dark blue jeans. She waited a minute for Jason to recover and look back. Gently, the tongue was pressed onto fresh skin licking and sucking of all the white cum.

“So fucking hot.” He howled, pressing his thumb on Y/N’s chin, taking the little drop of his sperm left over, as he pressed it against her soft, warm lips. He sighted quietly, annoyed with the fact that he had so much love for this girl. That he loved her and he was tied up to her. That much, that he would happily just let her in. Because, there was a trust the boy had in her.

“You deserve my attention, I will tell you all that bothers me.” He said finally, smiling gently. He now felt bad for the insults and the attitude that somehow covered up the love he was having.

The girl didn’t need apologies to read it from his face. She quickly wrapped her hands around his neck, feeling the sudden relief that both of them really needed at the end. And even through, nothing was going to be easy in any way, she could sleep calmly from now on, knowing she was being a shoulder to cry on.