sorry for any grammatical errors

A Letter to my Ex Best Friend

Sorry for any grammatical errors. I haven’t edited it yet so I’m sorry in advance lolll. But this is something very personal that I wrote today and hopefully someone else could relate. 

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I was going through my memory box today and a lot of stuff that involved you came up.  It brought me back to the good times and I almost texted you but then I remembered that you’re just a stranger now. It’s been a couple months since we last talked. Crazy huh? How in just a year we went from being inseperable to complete strangers. If someone had asked us a year or two ago if we could see our life without each other in it, we would have laughed and said no; Now here we are.

I would be lying if I said I haven’t thought about you or that I didn’t miss you. I do miss you, a lot. So much has happened since we last talked, and I wish I could share it all with you. There has been times where I picked up my phone to text you but then I would remember you’re not that person anymore; And it’s sad because for the longest time it seemed like you’d be that person who stayed in my life for a long while. I miss being close with your family and being able to call your home my home as well. I miss having the privilege of saying I had more than one family. It’s crazy how much can change in a short amount of time.

I hope you don’t hate me for walking away when I did. I hope one day you understand that I had to or else we would have never known just how toxic our friendship had been. There is quite a few things I know I could have done better and shouldn’t have done, same goes for you. We are both to blame for our friendship being as unhealthy as it was. Though it was so unhealthy, we shared a lot of great memories and I’d like to think it was equally good as it was bad.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry we’re not best friends anymore and I’m sorry I had to be the one to walk away. I’m sorry for any pain I caused. I’m sorry I couldn’t be your person anymore. I’m sorry we couldn’t do everything we wanted to. I’m sorry I tried to blame you for our friendship ending. I’m sorry I tried to hate you because damn did I try. I tried so hard and for awhile it worked because hating you and being mad at you was easier than missing you. But I realize that I could never hate you, no matter how mad I am about what happened. I’m sorry this is how it had to end for us, but that’s life for you. Not everything goes the way it should or how you want it to.

But I would like to thank you. Thank you for being my person for as long as you were. Thank you for being patient with me while I learned how to trust another person. Thank you for the memories I will never forget. Thank you for caring enough to break through the walls I had worked so hard to build over the years. Thank you for being the person I could run to for everything and anything. Thank you for being the person I could count on. Thank you for being the person I could confide in without the fear of judgement. Thank you for teaching me how to love and be loved. Thank you for showing me that I can still trust others and be trusted. Thank you for proving to me that people come into our lives for a reason and though they may not stay, the lessons learned are a blessing.

I would like to say I can see us being friends again in the future but I’d only be spitting out false hope. It would never be the same and if I happen to see you one day, I’ll smile and walk away. My heart will break a little and all our memories will hit me like a train but I’ll feel grateful for the time we did have together. Some people aren’t meant to stay in your life forever and unfortunately I learned you are one of those people. They say some people only come into your life to teach you a lesson and leave, but the most important people leave a mark. Well you left a mark and I am thankful for you coming into my life when you did.

I know you may never see this but I needed to get it off my chest. There were a lot of words unsaid and a lot of words I wish I could have said. I guess I’m writing this to get a small sense of closure for myself.

I hope you and your family are doing well. I hope you get everything you want and more in the life you chose for yourself.

You’ll always hold a place in my heart.

Sincerely,

Your Ex Best Friend

“i like him” || newt scamander

Originally posted by zuzalou

word count: 2361

summary: slytherin!reader x newt scamander

*lowercase intented*

author’s note: okay, so i deleted “cliché” because i didn’t really like how it turned out. so i deleted it, and rewrote it.. and now it’s this! so if you like it, tell me :) . enjoy! (sorry for any grammatical errors)

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Being best friends with the Beagle Line

Originally posted by princewangeun

Warning: Mentions of harassment , not very detailed but still may be triggering. Cussing.

  • YOU READY? I’M READY. OKEY DOKEY YO-
  • Okay so the beagle line aka Jongdae, Baekhyun, and Chanyeol are basically just excited little puppies who are so playful and cute and don’t try to convince me otherwise

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Headcanon/Scenario: Zen's past and why he's such a gentleman

Those who’ve played Zen’s route know about him running away from home, barely making ends meet, working multiple jobs, and him currently. But here’s something we never got details about: his experiences being in a gang.

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allsparked  asked:

AAAAAA You know that request I made before with the bots being told by their bot s/o everything they love about them with lil' smooches between each appraisal? Could you please do that again but with MTMTE FortMax, Swerve and Skids, TFP Starscream and Bumblebee? Thank you!

I REMEMBER I WAS HOPING YOU’D RETURN WITH A PART 2 FOR THAT REQUEST (also sorry for any misspellings or grammatical errors in this, I was just about to leave the house when I wrote this and I didn’t have time to check it over!) 

Fortress Maximus MTMTE

He certainly enjoys affection, but he’s used to it in small doses. So when you started telling him everything you loved about him, following up each statement with kisses and gentle touches, he doesn’t really know how to react. His posture is stiff and his expression looks moderately concerned, so you assume something is wrong and stop. He instantly feels bad, explaining that you didn’t do anything wrong, he just has no idea how to handle that sort of thing (especially when it comes unexpectedly). Even though he’s nervous about it, now that he’s had a little warning, he wouldn’t mind at all if you kept going 

Swerve MTMTE

He almost dropped the glass he was cleaning when you leaned on the bar and asked ‘do you know how beautiful you are?’. He stammered, not really knowing how to reply or where that question had come from, but you cut him off by saying ‘because wow, you really are’. He was even more confused when you kept going, stating all the little things about him you adored, and reaching over the bar to take his hand and give it a kiss. His knees were shaking a bit by this point, but his smile and the way he laughed like he was out of breath gave away how much he was enjoying the attention. He was pretty sure he melted into a puddle when you cupped his face and kissed him, and the fact that he actually believed what you were saying shocked him. For once he actually felt important and loved 

Skids MTMTE

He thought you were teasing him at first, when you laid on top of him and asked if he knew why you loved him so much. He replied that no, he didn’t, but was surprised when you leaned forward to kiss his nose and actually start listing off reasons why you loved him. He stiffened at first, but quickly relaxed and enjoyed the affectionate touches and kisses in between appraisals. If he wasn’t so insanely giddy over all the things coming out of your mouth he might have even dozed off a bit, this was the most at home he’d felt in a while. You probably won’t get to finish though, because eventually he’d interrupt to kiss you, say that you’re killing him, and if he didn’t say some things he loved about you, he might die (expect a lot of cuddles) 

Starscream TFP

He doesn’t enjoy over the top or sappy displays of affection, so you’d have to be subtle in your approach. A bit of small, genuine praise while you put a hand on his shoulder is a good start; he looks a bit suspicious but he’s not going to ask you to stop. His wings would stiffen if you touched them, but if you rubbed that one spot you knew he liked, he would relax pretty quickly. After that, you’re free to offer up as many genuine compliments as you want, he’ll soak up the attention. He won’t really return the gesture in words, but he will give your hand a squeeze afterwards and smile as best he can (even his genuine smiles look a bit awkward) 

Bumblebee TFP

He didn’t expect his casual ‘I love you’ to get this much affection in return, but he’s not complaining! He gets a bit giggly when you kiss him, and can’t help but hug you while you’re talking. You definitely won’t be able to finish because he also can’t help but nuzzle his face against yours (he doesn’t have a mouth so) and pick you into a tight hug (the spin you around kind, the absolute best hug). After he sets you down, he’s already going on about all the things he loves about you too. Definitely expect cuddles later!

Don’t like milk

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Warning: Implied smut maybe?, also sorry for any grammatical error.

Word count: 278 (I know it’s tooooo short, sorry).



Y/N stood up from the couch, puting the laptop on the table, making her way to the kitchen, where she found a sleepy-looking Sam, glass of milk in hands just as he was about to leave the kitchen, on his way to his bedroom. It was past 3am.

“Hey, ” Sam said a bit surprised to see Y/N on the kitchen “I thought you were sleeping”.

“When do I ever sleep at this time?”. Y/N picked up a plastic glass and made her way to the counter, where she grabbed a cereal box.

“You know, that’s not healthy”, he sipped on his glass, sitting now on a chair, waiting for her to also sit.

“Hmm”.

Y/N was giving her back to Sam, as he couldn’t help but to look at her perfect curves, just now realizing that she was wearing one of his shirts, and it made him desire her even more. He stood up and walked closed to Y/N.

“That doesn’t leave room for milk”. Y/N was serving the cereal on the glass, until the top.

“I don’t like milk”, she turned to see Sam for just one second before making her way to the hall and into the main room of the bunker, with a grin on her face. She knew the kind of ‘jokes’ to play with Sam.

He followed her, watching her sitting on her couch again, ready to pick up her laptop again.

“I know a kind of milk you’d like”, he smiled.

“Humm… Is it… hot?”

“Very”

The looked at each other and then they started to laugh.

“You’re an idiot, Sam Winchester”

“But I’m your idiot”

Our True Love - Chapter 13

A/N: Thank you so much for my new followers. I really am happy to see you guys enjoying my story. We are nearing the end of this series, but I will post more stories in the future. No worries! Without any further ado, enjoy.~ (Sorry in advance for any grammatical errors in my stories!)

Previous Chapter(s): Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Sweet, angst and smooch (huehue)
Word count: 3,818
Summary: Reader and Bucky doesn’t get along well after his marriage to Rosaline. Will her friendship with Bucky last or will they crumble and fade?

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“So I did sign up for the yoga class. When I get into my second trimester, I’ll start it.” Sharon says happily.

I smile, watching the way Sharon is placing her hand on her stomach. She is so bright and happy. She is practically shining. Steve places the plate of chocolate cake in front of her.

“Thank you, darling.” She says as she gives him a quick sweet kiss.

It was such a wonderful news to hear she was pregnant. Both Steve and I received the news over text on that night. I was vibrating with excitement when I got the news. But Steve was restless. It took me all of that night to calm Steve down. He was so surprised and happy but he wanted to go home to her immediately. Watching Steve panic like that helped me tone down my reaction.

He didn’t stop saying how he was so excited that he finally is having a child. He was like a little kid who found out he’s getting a puppy for Christmas. Steve is clearly happier than he had ever been. Not so much of that Captain Steven Rogers who was serious all the time. Even during the meetings he jokes around with the people around the table.

For the rest of that week, Steve’s happiness was contagious. Even I couldn’t stop feeling happy for both of them.

Though, that happiness slightly faded when I did tell Steve about the man. He had security guard over my room for the rest of the week and he stays close to me when we’re out in public. Thankfully, I never saw the man again. It probably was just a coincidence, but we were extra careful nonetheless.

After we flew back home, Steve begged me to visit a cake shop to buy Sharon’s favourite chocolate cake. I was driving my car since I parked it at the airport when we left for Canada, that’s why he begged me. It was so funny and sweet at the same time.

I have yet to contact Bucky or Rosaline when I landed. I’m a little worried to hear how Bucky and Rosaline are doing right now. I hope everything is all right.

“I’m so happy that you visited, Y/N. I know you are tired from the trip. You both are.” Sharon says gleefully before exchanging looks with Steve. I laugh. Her happiness is just as contagious.

“Of course. I had to come and see for myself. Did Natasha give the baby a name while we were away?” Sharon laugh while rubbing her belly again.

“She did. She was the first one to visit with Clint. She wanted a little Natasha too.” She exclaims excitedly. Steve shifts a little on his seat.

“Not sure about that. We’ll see.” Steve says, rubbing the edge of the sofa. I smile, watching the happy couple together.

This is what Bucky and Rosaline would be like one day when they too have a child together. Will he be as happy as Steve too when Rosaline gets pregnant? I imagined a scene of Bucky sitting on the floor, pressing his ear against Rosaline’s stomach, waiting for his child to come into the world.

The image made my stomach twist and chest tighten, but oddly enough, I feel at peace. I suppose in the back of my mind, I just wanted to see Bucky truly happy. And, finally having that family he always wanted is a way to make him happy.

“Maybe a baby Steve Jr. could be too.” Sharon says again while looking at Steve. He laughs while shaking his head. Such a hearty laughter. The doorbell rings. Steve looks over at the front door before heading up to answer it.

“I can’t wait. You would make such an excellent mother, Sharon.” I say, imagining Sharon holding the baby close to her breast while Steve hovers above her shoulder, watching his own child with the woman he loves.

“Hopefully, we’ll find out soon.” She says while looking down at her hand. I smile sincerely while watching her. Such a wonderful thing. Both Steve and Bucky had been late on the family bandwagon. But now that they are on it, I can’t help but feel overjoyed for both of them.

“Oh… Y/N, did you hear about—”

“Sharon, Bucky is here.” Steve calls out from behind me, cutting her off. Shivers crawl up my spine at the mention of his name. I turn around to look at him over the back of the couch. My eyes widen at the sight. Bucky is standing in the doorway, taking his shoes off and brushing the snow off them.

“Oh, hey Bucky. How are you?” Sharon gets up, looking over at him. Bucky runs his hands through his hair. There were little snowflakes on them.

“I’m fine.” He says simply without looking up.

“I was wondering if I can crash here for a couple of nights.” He continues, still not noticing my presence. His voice had brought back life back into my heart. How I missed him after all this time. I was happy to see him again.

But that followed by a sense of anger. Anger that he never tried contacting me.

“Of course, you’re welcome to anytime. Y/N is here too.” Steve says finally gesturing to me. Bucky shoots his head up to look at me. I stand up from the couch. I can see the fear and shock in his eyes. Now that we made eye contact, I’m debating on whether to murder him or to hug him.

I stare at him quietly. He looks away from me and go up the stairs without saying anything else. I look at him surprised. He’s purposefully ignoring me? What is going on? I thought he’d apologize and give me a reason for the no contact. But… to just walk away without saying a word to me? How could he?

Steve rests a hand on my shoulder.

“Go and talk to him.” He says. I look up at the stairs, clenching my fists. I feel the tears coming from the pain in my chest. Should I? What am I going to say anyways? What am I supposed to feel when I do see him?

“He needs you.” I look at him and sigh out. I blink away the tears.

“But you told me that I need to stay out of their business.” I say, reminding Steve.

“Right now, it’s not about their marriage. It’s about Bucky. He needs you after so long of not seeing you.” I blink before shifting my glance to the stairs where Bucky disappeared.

So am I supposed to just ignore this burning anger and painful sadness within my chest all because apparently Bucky is the one hurting right now? What about my pain? Why did he ignore me anyways?

…I suppose I need the answer for myself.

I nod slowly before making my way up to the room. I didn’t know where he was, but there was one door that is closed. Inside, I hear the creaking of a wooden bed.

What should I even say to him? I’m angry at him for not talking to me for over a month. Upset that he didn’t even say anything when he saw me. Did he forget about me again? Is his memories of me fading away once more?

But this time, it was Bucky who is pushing me away. What is he doing?

I knock on the door gently.

“Bucky?” No answer. I knock again, harder this time.

“Bucky, it’s me.” I call out, trying so hard to keep myself from exploding in anger at him. No answer. I take a deep breath. Okay, calm yourself. I know you are angry, Y/N, but Bucky needs a friend right now.

I sigh out and reach down for the door knob to twist it open. The room is dark with only the street lamp lighting inside the room. I walk in and shut the door behind me, watching Bucky’s figure on the bed. I bite my lower lip, leaning against the door.

“Bucky, talk to me.” I say to him softly, still leaning on the door. I can still feel the anger hovering underneath my skin. He just lies there, not moving a muscle. His arm is covering his eyes. His duffel bag rests next to the bed.

“Bucky, what happened this time?” I ask him, approaching the bed. I stand inches away from it, still waiting for any kind of response. When he didn’t say anything, I can feel the anger slowly taking over my better judgement.

“Bucky, before I lose my cool with you, you better say something to me.” I say darkly. I see him peek over at me. I had my arms crossed over my chest.

“Go home, Y/N.” He says before turning on his side. So cold and heartless.

I open my mouth while blinking. The nerve! Oh, did that make my blood boil. It felt as though he had shoved me hard to the ground again. But I wasn’t just going to stay down on that cold hard ground. I lost my temper and kicked him off the bed. Literally.

He crashes onto the floor with a loud thud. He sits up and rubbing his sore forehead. He looks at me angrily. I had momentarily forgotten this was once a feared and merciless HYDRA assassin. But I pushed the thought aside, still not forgetting my anger towards him. Right now, both of us are normal human beings with a thinning bond trying to make things work again.

“You leave me hanging for over a month; no calls, no texts, nothing! Then you have the nerve to say ‘go home’ to me??” I shout at him. He turns his head away to look at the window.

“Nothing?? What’s wrong with you?! Do you know how worried I got??” I shout again, feeling the tears well up in my eyes. His sigh sounds painful in my ears.

“I don’t need to hear you yelling at me, Y/N.” I clench my fists together. I open my mouth to say more, but then I remembered what Steve said to me just now.

“He needs you.”

I bite my tongue and take a deep breath. Trying to exhale out that pent up anger I have towards him. I can be mad at him another day. He is hurting right now.

“Fine. Let’s talk about your marriage.” I start, pushing away all of my emotions aside. Bucky doesn’t even move from the spot on that floor. Silence passing between us again. I clear my throat.

“Steve said that you both had a fall out again. Is it your memories again or another issue?” I ask him. No response. My anger rattling the cage inside of me.

“Bucky, I can’t help you sort out your mind if you don’t want to talk to me.” That, got his attention. He turns his head slowly towards me. I catch a glimpse of his blue eyes before turning to look ahead.

“Right now, you need to tell me what happened. Did she do something? Did you do something?” I ask him, keeping my eyes on the closet ahead of us.

“Why do you care?” He says. I look at him, still displaying no emotion.

“Because, I want you both to be happy. I want things to work out well for you both. So things are well in the future…” I trail off. My mind imagines that scene of Bucky holding his child in his arms with Rosaline. It felt like an arrow just shot through my heart. I clear my throat.

“…in the future together. You said you wanted a family, didn’t you?” I continue. Bucky scoffs, running his hand through his hair.

“No point in doing that. It doesn’t matter anymore.” His defeat voice loud and clear. I reach down to grab him by his shirt. He looks at me, surprised.  I couldn’t lift him up, but I wanted to get his attention at the least.

“Listen to me. I don’t like seeing you in pain. I want to see you happy with Rosaline. You both are in love, aren’t you?” I ask him, staring deep into his blue eyes. Something I said made him angrier.

“What do you know about pain, Y/N?” He asks. I let his shirt loose as I back away a little. His anger staring out at me through his eyes.

“What do you know about love?” He asks again. I blink several times.

My mind spins back to that night at the park. Did he forget about that too?

“I know enough.” I answer. He scoffs again before getting up on his feet.

“You know nothing about pain. You know nothing what it means to truly love someone. You don’t care about what others think. Just what you think.” He says. That stung me. That stung me real bad.

“I can manage on my own. Always have.” He answers. The memories of our nights spent together shatters within my mind.

“Go back home. You’re not needed.”

My voice was gone. My mind was blank. My chest… hollow.

I take the pillow from the bed and throw it towards him with all of my heart without even thinking. He exclaims in pain and looks over at me. His eyes widen. Tears were streaming down my face. My body was shaking.

“What do I know? Yeah, maybe I don’t know much about pain. Or about love. But I do know the pain of losing love.” I laugh a little. I’ve been so foolish.

“Those nights… the nights when you held my hand, knowing that if I hold yours back it means you’re not alone. I stood up with you so you won’t need to feel afraid. I hold you in my arms when you lost it from your nightmares. If those were not done out of love, then what were they, Bucky?” I bring up those memories again. I hear Bucky backing away.

I laugh to myself again. I’m tired. I’m done now. I can’t win against his mind. If he keeps on forgetting our times together, then I have no point in keeping my promise that I’ll be here for him. The fights we had before were pointless.

“Who’s really the one that doesn’t know love here?” I say quietly as I wipe the tears away, but they just keep coming.

Keep faith in him. His memories will return. Have I just been fooling myself to believe in the words he said? He doesn’t remember me if I’m not there with him. So why do I still believe in what he says when there has been so many times that he forgotten about us? If he keeps pushing me away like that, then why do I need to chase after him?

I look up at him to see if he has anything to say. I let out a small gasp. Bucky’s face had changed. He looks so pale. He holds his hand to his head and backed into the wall. He lets out a small groan.

“God, I have a splitting headache.” He says while holding his head.

I didn’t move for a minute. I watch his body shiver. I finally approach him when I finished crying. Without a word, I helped him up and let him lean on me as I lead him to the bed.

I’m torn between being a friend and an enemy of this guy. I don’t know what to do about my own emotions anymore. I can’t stay mad at him without him having these moments. I can’t stay sad without him making me feel guilty about it. Am I not my own person anymore? Why can’t I just leave him? He’s said enough things to make me leave him for good.

He lies down on the bed, holding his hand over his eyes. I watch him carefully. His lips are quivering and his body is still shaking. Why do I choose to stay with him anyways? What kind of hope am I holding on right now for us? The only thing binding us together is our past. But if I’m the only one that remembers of our past, isn’t that bond long broken then? Why am I fighting to keep it?

Why am I doing any of this?

“I’ll go get you a drink.” I say weakly. When I get up, I feel his metal hand tugging on my arm. I look at him surprised. His right hand still over his eyes.

“Please don’t leave me…” He pleads. I watch him closely before sitting myself back onto the bed. His memories coming in and out like this, it is no longer a surprise for me.

How am I going to help him if he can’t even think properly? Or even how am I able to stay mad at him if he doesn’t feel like his brain is going to explode?

“Are you okay?” I ask him. I brush the hair away from his face.

He doesn’t respond. But his metal hand finds its way down from my arm to my hand. He holds it tightly. A sense of nostalgia. The same hand that always seek mine after his painful nightmares.

“Y/N…” He whispers my name. A small tear escapes his eyes. I gasp.

“Bucky?” I lean over him, placing my other hand on his arm. I pull it away from his face. His eyes are closed shut, but it was a little wet.

“Damn. Why do my memories of you always come back only when you’re around?” He says.

I look at him within the dimly lit room. Out of nowhere, he sits up and pulling me into a tight embrace. My heart jumps at the sudden gesture. I widen my eyes while looking at him.

“I can never trust my own mind after all…” His voice shaking and broken. I place my hands against his waist.

“Bucky?” I call out softly to him.

This brings me back to the nights when he’d sit up from a nightmare and right into my embrace. Then he’d hold me so tightly that I was left with red marks underneath my shirt the next morning.

My mind is blank. What am I supposed to do right now? Am I not still furious at him for the things he said just now? But all I could feel right now is defeat and pain. I couldn’t feel anything else. Though, this sudden embrace did spark something back within me.

He pulls himself away from me, watching me carefully with his tender blue eyes. He brings his hands to cup both of my cheeks, eyes lingering around my face. I hold the wrist of his metal arm while doing the same to him. Examining every feature of his face. The gorgeous features that I always adore watching for nights on end.

The lines on his forehead, the darkness underneath his eyes, the growing stubble: all had been the same ones I had seen countless times. Then his eyes. His blue eyes showing the very emotions he felt during those fearful nights.

“Bucky?” I say quietly. What is he thinki—  

The response I received was his lips against mine. It had taken me by surprised. But I closed my eyes, letting myself melt into it. His lips dances around on mine, oh, so gently. The warmth and roughness of them pouring back the love I have been trying so hard to forget into my heart. His hand moves down to my waist while mine move up to his cheek to pull him deeper into the kiss.

I memorize every inch of his lips against mine. Tasting it. Feeling it. Enjoying it. He pulls me into his body, keeping me tightly against him as we engage in the passionate kiss. I pull away for a moment to breathe in, but he was impatient. He presses his lips against mine again quickly, kissing me as though his life depended on it.

He moves his lips down to my jawline and neck. He whispers my name against my neck. Leaving tender kisses down against my skin. My insides shiver at the sensation of his lips and loose hair brushing against my sensitive skin. I run my fingers through his hair, slowly getting lost in Bucky’s passion.

His metal hand tangled in my hair as he pulls my head to the side to have more access to my neck. His flesh hand holding my waist down against him, keeping me from moving anywhere. I moan out from the way his lips run along my neck. My body shivers in delight at his gentle yet needy touch.

Is this what it feels like? Is this what love truly feels like? Was this the love that I had been craving from Bucky this whole time? Is this what people do when they are in love with one and another?

Rosaline.

My eyes flew open before I pull myself away from him in that instance. Bucky looks at me, surprised at my sudden move. The pain of my heartbreak returning so quickly that it threw me off. I had forgotten all about her.

What is this? What did we just do?

“I…I’m sorry. I…” Bucky’s grip on me was tight. I try to pry myself away from him, but his grip was too strong.

“P…Please let me go. I can’t. We can’t do this, Bucky.” I pleaded with him, feeling the tears threatening me again. What have I done?

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” He asks, looking at me. I shake my head. He finally loosens his grip on me. I stumble onto the floor and get back up on my feet.

“T…This is wrong. So wrong…” I say as I tore my own heart open this time. I had enjoyed the way Bucky held me. The way he looked at me. The way he kissed me. But, he doesn’t belong to me. He belongs to someone else.

I take one last look at Bucky. His eyes showing a mix of confusion and pain. I finally let more tears loose. Without another word, I run out of the room. I scramble down the stairs past Steve and Sharon.

“Y/N!”

Steve calls out to me, but I had left out the door to my car. I drive home immediately.

My head and chest feels tight. I felt guilty, hurt and used from Bucky’s kiss. Even though I enjoyed it, I felt horrible. I love Bucky and wouldn’t do anything to ruin his happiness. But there I was, in a dark room alone with another woman’s husband, kissing him. My world shift around as my heart fills with regret.

My intentions had been to help him seek that happiness he craves with the woman he loves, Rosaline.

Not to ruin it.

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A/N: Ahhh! Mixed emotions! I enjoyed writing this chapter so much. I hope you enjoyed this and let me know what you think. Thank you again for all the likes, reblogs and follows, you guys. They truly make my day! Thank you so much for reading! Much love! <3

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Too Close Pt. 2


Character:
Byun Baekhyun (EXO)

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1009 

A/N: Thank you for everyone that supported the first part of Too Close. Here is the second part! Sorry for any grammatical errors made with this, I was tired so I just checked it once and something might have slipped.

(I do not own this GIF) 

Originally posted by sefuns


I have made a mistake. I overestimated my running skills. We had been running for roughly 5 minutes and Baek was starting to catch up to me since I had slowed down. Why did I agree to do this in the first place? I started slowing down to catch my breath and I saw Baek running past me and sticking his tongue out.

“You’re such a loser! Come on granny!” He said as he held his stomach and laughed.

I couldn’t help but smile, his laugh was so contagious, it is one of those laughters that radiates happiness and you can’t stop looking at. As cute as he was being at the moment I could not let him win! I started speeding up once more and went past him.

“Who is the granny now Baek?” I screamed trying to suppress my laughter, he tends to get butt hurt easily.

I was looking back at him waiting for a snarky comment in reply but instead of that I saw his eyes widen.

“Y/N watch out!” He screamed right as I tripped over something

As soon as I realized the situation I was in I burst out laughing. Here I was on the ground with my jeans ripped making the bleeding scratch on my knee quite visible. I tripped over a rock, a fricking rock! This whole situation was just too funny, I saw Baekhyun running towards me.

“Y/N are you okay?” I snickered loudly and continued laughing. I looked at him expecting him to be laughing along with me but saw something completely different. His face was completely serious and his eyebrows were furrowed. “Don’t even laugh, it’s not funny Y/N! You’re even bleeding!”

“Baek it’s fine I’ll live” I said as I tried standing up. As soon as I put my foot down on the floor I felt a sharp pain on my ankle and lost my balance. Baekhyun reached over to grab my arm before I fell, and gave me a disapproving look.

“Is it still funny?” I decided not to answer since my answer would make him even more mad, I stayed quiet and stared at him. Suddenly het got into a crouching position and looked back at me.

“What are you doing? Get up” I said in a scolding manner

“No, get on you can’t walk” He said

“Yes I can Baekhyun, stop being an exaggerated baby. Get up”

“I said, get on Y/N” He was giving me a very intimidating look so I got on his back. He stood up as he grabbed my upper thighs with his hands.

“It has been such a long time since you last gave me a piggyback ride” I said in a whisper

“Well maybe if you stop being such a clumsy little girl then this could be the last time, you’re not 60 pounds anymore” He said as he chuckled, earning a loud gasp from me, as I hit his back. “Chill Y/N, I’m taking you to my dorm to look at that ankle”

I knew there was no way to convince him otherwise so I just rested my head on his shoulder and wrapped my arms around his neck. I wondered if he could feel my raising heartbeat pressing against his back, raising even more every time he moved his hands to readjust my thighs so I wouldn’t fall.

Once we were at Baek’s dorm he put me down on his bed indicating for me to stay there while he got his first-aid kit. He came through the bedroom door with a red colored kit, sat in front of me and gently grabbed my leg and placed it on his lap. He examined my ankle and got some elastic bandage out of his kit and wrapped my ankle with it, securing it after he was done. He looked up to my knee and looked up back at me.

“I’m afraid I can’t treat your scratch with those jeans on, take them off one sec please” He said as he continued looking at my scratch.

“Uh no Baek, it’s fine don’t worry about it. It doesn’t even hurt anymore” He stared at me and gave me that look again, I sighed. “Can I borrow some shorts or something?”

“Sure, I have my basketball shorts” He walked to his drawer and pulled out a pair of navy blue basketball shorts and threw them in my direction. “Those should do it, now come on, hurry and take those pants off before it gets infected”

“I’m just going to go change in the bathroom” You heard him groan in annoyance

“Come on Y/N, you changing has taken more time than me curing your scratch and ankle, just change here, what’s the big deal”

I swallowed and built up the courage to start pulling my pants down. He wasn’t looking at me, he was scrolling through his phone. I took the opportunity and pulled them down quickly trying my best not to hurt my ankle. As soon as I pulled my pants down and looked down I closed my eyes in desperation. Out of all the days why did I choose today to wear underwear with squirrels on them?

I tried to hurry and stood up to pull up the shorts as I heard Baekhyun burst out in laughter. I looked at him, he was holding his stomach and his face was red from all the laughing.

“Seriously Y/N? Squirrels?” I quickly pulled the shorts on and sat back down placing my leg on his lap once again.

“Hurry up, I want to go home” He nodded and pulled me closer so that my knee was on his thigh.

He disinfected the scratch with alcohol and wiped the blood off. Het got a Hello Kitty bandaid out of his kit, of course, I thought.  He placed the bandaid on my knee carefully and pressed it on. He looked at me and smiled as he went down and placed a small kiss on my knee.

“All done my baby squirrel”

My heart stopped completely.


-Admin K

anonymous asked:

Sorry for my ignorance, but I seem to be out of every random war there is Who are yh bois and why are armhs hating them?

Ok so this is what was going on to the best of my knowledge. 

  • Billboard tweeted yesterday that the YH Boys are attending the BBMas
  • Scroll down this tweet and I see lots of people shaming armys for being rude to these boys and for leaving death threats
  • Scroll down and I see armys (some) leaving replies like 
  • “Why are they coming?” “We wanted bts to perform!” “I vote bts for bbmas blah blah blah” “Who are they and what have they accomplished?”
  • Scroll down and I see armys defending themselves and saying “But it was nct stans who started it first” “They were the one accusing the boys of plagiarism” 
  • Scroll down and I see both fandoms blaming the other fandom for starting it first
  • I saw screenshots of comments under one of their music videos where nct stans (some) were bringing up the whole copying nct dream issue
  • The death threats I did not see so I dont know how much truth is behind that

I would like to say that I did see more comments where people were calling out other fandoms for leaving rude comments and less of those actual rude comments. I dont know if that means that people realized their mistakes and deleted their comments or, people saw a few comments and blew everything out of proportion. BUT.

What I did see with my own eyes, were armys leaving irrelevant ass comments and complaining under a post that had NOTHING to do w/ BTS and, nct stans leaving plagiarism claims under one of the YH Boys’ music videos. The latter issue is a little old news which I was not aware of. Nonetheless, as someone who stans both BTS and NCT, I would like to apologize for any of the hurtful things either of the fandoms said to the YH Boys. 

Side note: No one is (atleast I’m not) blaming the entire fandom for acting this way. I am aware it was only a few people from both fandoms. 

Second Chance

Originally posted by trainingpanda

ship: shownu x [y/n]

genre: angst + fluff

word count: 1623

warning: swearing (only a little bit hehe)

a/n: oh glob… i’m so sorry if it’s kinda meh ;-; i’m not good at writing fluff ;-; sorry but i hope you like it! i apologize for any grammatical errors ;u;

masterlist


Everything that you hold on dearly would always perish. 

Just like the relationship you had with him.

The first few months of being in a relationship with him was heaven. It was filled with sweet affections, thousands of ‘i love you’s and ‘i miss you’s despite seeing each other just hours ago. 

Your heart would jump another meter away every time he leans in and places a kiss on your cheeks, your stomach would have thousands of butterflies flapping around every time he stared right into your eyes. Every time you’re with him, you felt like you were in cloud nine. 

For you, he was everything that you ever needed.

Shownu, or may I say Hyunwoo, was a man of few words but he was well-respected by those around him. But when he’s with you, he would become a chatterbox which would surprise those who barely know anything about it. 

Being in a relationship with him was something that you’ve never dreamed off. He was someone who was out of your reach but miracles do happen, for a girl like you who doesn’t really believe in miracles. 

Everything was smoothly going well not until it reached a year and a half when everything started to crumble down. Shownu was preoccupied with all his schedule and responsibilities as a leader. All the frequent phone calls and text messages that the two of you always had before was replaced by just a phone call or text message a day to no calls or even messages for a whole straight week.

From ‘i love you’s and ‘I miss you’s to nothing. It went on like that for a couple of weeks filled with breakdowns and loneliness. After a couple of drinks, you’ve finally had enough. You had enough of being forgotten by someone whom you’ve grown greatly attached to.

Sadly gazing down on your smartphone’s screen, you read the text over and over again before pressing the send button.

to: Hyunwoo (11:32 pm)

Let’s break up.

That was it. There was no way in hell that you were going to back out now. Having your heart torn into thousands of pieces, only to pick them up and put them back together after receiving a message or two from him was utterly exhausting for you already.

Leaning back on your couch with your eyes tightly close, you couldn’t help but let out a shaky sigh. The sound of your heart pounding so loudly against your rib cage was the only thing that kept you going. Finally feeling a buzz beside your thighs, you picked your phone up with trembling hands.

Three words, three syllables, thirteen characters but thousands of meaning. 

from: Hyunwoo (11:35 pm)

I’ll be there. 

You could feel your throat run dry. This was not the reply that you wanted. This was not the way how you wanted it to be. It wasn’t in your plan. You wanted to end everything via text and not see him anymore but there he was, telling you that he was gonna come barging in your apartment any time soon.

Throwing your phone out of anger, you let out a frustrated groan with your hands tightly clutched onto your hair. Fuck, fuck, what do I do?! you mentally asked as you paced fro and to.

Hands starting to get clammy by the second passed. It was no use to hide anymore, might as well just face it. Feeling your throat going dry, you waltz your way to the kitchen counter and poured some water on your cup. 

Gulping down every last drop, you could help but let out a sigh. The room was pretty suffocating, especially when the only thing that you can hear was utter silence. Suddenly, your front door clicked open and the sound of footsteps got closer and closer until it stopped right behind you.

“Why?”

Why, of all times, end it now? That was the question that Shownu couldn’t speak out. You couldn’t force yourself to turn around and face him fully. You stood there with your back facing him.

“I want to end everything, Hyunwoo… I can’t be the only person in this relationship to continue hurting just because the other has already forgotten about my very existence…” 

Forgotten? With his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, Shownu takes a step forward before grabbing you by the arm, turning you around to face him. “I’ve never forgotten you, [y/n]–”

“Well, what do you call those months without any messages or calls, huh?! Do you call that ‘giving attention’? No, Hyunwoo, fucking no. It’s not. You do not know how many sleepless nights I’ve spent bawling my eyes out because of how much my heart hurts…. how much I needed you to be here with me and how much I yearned your attention…”

You could feel a lump in your throat, tears welling up in the corner of your eyes. All the pain and emotions that you’ve held back were pushing their way out of that damned bottle that you’ve been storing them for ages. 

“I missed you, Hyunwoo, I missed you so so much..” you croaked, the tears finally betrayed and slid down your cheeks without stopping. Shownu froze in his spot. His heart shattering at the sight of the woman whom he loved so much hurting because of him. 

“[y/n]…” his voice trailing off, arms reaching out to pull you into a hug but only to be swatted away by you. “Don’t touch me!” 

Guilty was written on his face. Never has he ever imagined that the day when he hurts you finally came. “How come you still have the audacity to reach out for me when throughout these past months, you didn’t reach out to me when I needed you the most?”

“I told you to call or text me, didn’t I?!”

Scoffing at his remark, you looked away from him and barked, “How could I ever bring myself to call or text you when I know you wouldn’t even reply or answer all my damned texts and calls?!”

“[y/n]… I–”

Your hand cracks across his face, snapping it back with the force of his blow and causing his head to reel. The mark of your hand was becoming more prominent on his right cheek, turning bright red like a monkey’s butt.

Freezing on your spot, a loud gasp left your lips and you couldn’t believe what you’ve just done.

O-omo… I… I’m so… sorry.” you panicked as you quickly went closer to him, hands touching the mark that you’ve created. Large tears left Shownu’s eyes, lips quivering from the shock. “Hyunwoo… oh God… I’m so sorry. I-I got caught up with my own emotions..”

Turning his head towards you, his eyebrows were furrowed and the words that left his lips made you more guilty of what you’ve just done. “Do you really want to end it, [y/n]? Can’t you give me a second last chance?”

Second chance…. those words repeated themselves over and over again inside your mind. He’s right…. I’ve never heard his side, and here I am, slapping him..

“If you were to choose, Hyunwoo, from these two choices: career or me , which one would you really pick?”  

Hope glowed in your eyes. Your heart was beating loudly against your chest as you were growing nervous by the minute. Shownu looks directly into your eyes and answers without any hesitation.

“I’d choose you, [y/n].” 

“But if you choose me, why didn’t you communicate with me?” You asked with your hand cupping his cheeks. “I wasn’t able to communicate with you because I was working so hard in order for me and my boys to earn well… in order for me to finally get my phone back..”

“Even if it’s the end of the world, I would work my bones out until I finally get my phone back…. so that I could talk to you again. I had to focus on my career for a moment before I could focus on you again.” 

Shownu’s eyes was filled with sincerity and you knew that. His mouth was then tugged downwards, only to be replaced by a faint smile right away. “Even afterall this time, [y/n], I’d still choose you.”

That was it. That was the only thing that made you a lot guiltier. Bursting out into tears, you couldn’t help but pull him into a tight hug, muttering countless apologies here and there. “I’m so sorry, Hyunwoo… I’m so sorry for misunderstanding and for being self-centered..”

Shaking his head against yours, he plants a couple of kisses on your head as he caress your back, shushing you. “No, it’s my fault, I’m sorry.” 

“I don’t want to end this relationship of ours, Hyunwoo… I really don’t want to end it.” you muttered against his broad chest. Feeling his chest rumble against your cheeks, you looked up to see a smiling Shownu.

“You’re so cute, babe.” He mutters while kissing away the tears that have fallen. Running his fingers through your brown locks, he bloops your nose with a big smile. “Stop crying. C’mon now, let’s go and eat some ice cream to cheer this baby of mine.”

“Alright… but will you forgive me Hyunwoo?”

Without any warnings, Shownu didn’t think twice but to press his luscious, plump lips on yours, catching you off-guard. Wrapping your arm around his necks, you pulled him closer to you to deepen the kiss.

As heated as the sun, the kiss was gonna turn into a different way, not until your stomach decided to grumble so loudly that it made Shownu to pull away and laugh.

“Aigoo, the kiss might have to wait for a while. Let me go and cook you my famous kimchi fried rice.”

anonymous asked:

Prompt 75. You fainted. Straight into my arms. You know if you wanted my attention you didn't have to go to such extremes. (Astrid to Hiccup?)

Prompt 75: “You fainted. Straight into my arms. You know if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

Modern AU


Hiccup looked down at the blond in his arms, silently wondering why- and what- had caused her to faint so suddenly. Worry and panic were the first feelings he felt, but then, when her eyes blinked open at him not even forty seconds after she passed out, he allowed himself to feel relieved.

He smiled softly, lifting her into his arms and walking to a park bench not far away. He sat her down slowly, seeing as how she still looked rather dazed. 

“Whuh happened?” She murmured, rubbing her forehead and staring at him in confusion.

Hiccup smiled again, “You fainted. Straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

She blinked and gave a half-hearted glare at his teasing. “Why I married you I’ll never know.” She muttered, but a smile was hinting at her lips. “And, I think maybe we should go home.”

Hiccup nodded, pausing for a moment before scooping her up into his arms again, carrying her bridal style back through the park and towards the parking lot.

“Hiccup, what are you doing?” Astrid asked, but she didn’t protest, instead wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’m not some damsel in distress.” she stated.

“Astrid, you just fainted, and for no good apparent reason.” Hiccup pointed out. “I’d say that’s a call for me to baby you a bit.”

Astrid rolled her eyes, “It’s just the heat, I didn’t take any water with me.” she explained, but Hiccup just eyed her worriedly and doubtfully.

“Maybe you should go in…” Hiccup said cautiously. “What if somethings wrong? This is the fourth time you said you felt dizzy, and I don’t want you fainting during work or something…”

Astrid bit her lip, her face turned towards Hiccup’s chest, keeping him from seeing her face completely. He paused, noticing her distracted look before stopping completely, setting her down on another park bench before sitting down beside her.

“Astrid, you’re hiding something.” Hiccup said matter-a-factly.

“No I’m not!” Astrid protested loudly, sitting up and glaring at her husband. “I am not hiding anything.”

Hiccup eyed her doubtfully.

Astrid blinked, and Hiccup could tell she was giving in. He stared right into those beautiful ocean blue eyes, wondering what it was she could be hiding.

“Hiccup, you might want to- oh, you’re already sitting.” Astrid started, then she bit her lip again. “Uh- um, you know, the other night when we were talking?”

Hiccup nodded, still confused. “Yeah..?”

“About kids?”

Hiccup’s eyes widened and he repeated what he’d previously said, his voice hinting at excitement. “Yeah..!?”

Astrid grinned and grabbed his hands. “Hiccup, I’m pregnant.” She said softly, but her voice was filled with joy.

Hiccup blinked once, twice, three times before his mind seemed to register what she’d just said. “Really?” He croaked. “You’re… you’re not joking with me?”

Astrid shook her head, smiling widely.

Hiccup blinked a couple more times, still shocked. Astrid giggled, but then she too silenced, wondering if maybe Hiccup wasn’t… well… happy about it.

“Hiccup..?” she asked tentatively.

But then,he jumped to his feet and let out a loud w hoop, making heads turn in surprise. Hiccup continued shouting in joy before grabbing Astrid and hugging her tight, turning around in a slow circle as he continued laughing.

“Astrid, Astrid, Seriously? I mean, I’m gonna be a Dad!” Hiccup said in shock, stepping back and grinning from ear to ear. “You’re… you’re gonna be a mother!”

Astrid shrugged, still smiling. “Yes, I do believe that’s how it works.”

Hiccup whooped again before he stopped abruptly, whirling around and pushing her back onto the bench.

“Astrid, no wonder you- you need water. We’re getting you home and- wait, when?” He rambled, his hands moving about in wild overexcited gestures.

Astrid stood up, but Hiccup pushed her back down, holding her by the shoulders. She shook her head and laughed at his antics, but let him baby her for the time being. “As best I could figure, the beginning of December.”

Hiccup nodded and clicked his tongue before he began mumbling to himself. “Winter, lots of blankets, sweaters and high electricity bills. yes, good, good…”

Astrid shook her head and laughed breezily. “Hiccup, why don’t we go home and celebrate over dinner? It’s rather warm out…”

She said the wrong thing, because immediately Hiccup went rambling about how they had to get her to the air conditioned car as quickly as possible, which in his mind meant he had to carry her there. 

“Hiccup…” Astrid tried, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“And when we get home we’re closing the windows and turning on the AC-”

“Hiccup…”

“And… how about we get a pool? Then we could get a hot tub for the winter or-”

“HICCUP!”

Hiccup looked at her, his face blank.

“Calm down, babe.” she said softly, and he nodded his head, looking rather faint himself. “I’m fine, and for a while, I can just go about doing what I normally do. I’ll just have to be a bit more careful about what I eat and what I do, but not extremely yet, alright? So, I can walk.”

Hiccup set her down, allowing her to once again stand on her own two feet. Hiccup shifted his weight, fidgeting nervously and biting his lip in excitement.

Astrid straightened out her dress, and brought her braid back onto her shoulder. She glanced up at Hiccup’s excited expression, laughing and holding out her arms.

“Fine, you can carry me, but just this once.” She said, pressing her lips against his before jumping into his arms.


My first Modern AU ever of HTTYD (or anything) so I hope it wasn’t to… lame? Weird? Incorrect? OC? I don’t know, I just hope you enjoyed it, somewhat! :D

As I said before, no more prompts, please! :) Sorry for any typos or grammatical errors I missed.

Our True Love - Chapter 5

A/N: Thank you very much for all the follows, likes and reblogs, guys. I really am happy to see people enjoying my stories so far. It makes “my heart full of glee”. Hehe. I extended the story a little bit more so that I can give it more action. So, thank you all so much for reading my stories and I hope you enjoy it! (Sorry in advance for any grammatical errors in my stories!) 

Previous Chapter(s): Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Blood, tears and a little sexy Bucky
Word count: 2,878
Summary: Reader and Bucky doesn’t get along well after his marriage to Rosaline. Will her friendship with Bucky last or will they crumble and fade?

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The stars are sparkling in the sky.

The nights are getting colder and colder. Autumn had just arrived and I love it so much. I sit in my apartment with a blanket wrapped around my body. A war movie playing on TV while I work on my laptop. I hear the message notification on my phone. When I see who it is, I smile.


Richard [09:52PM] – Cherry, what are you doing?

You [09:53PM] – Watching a movie while refining a report. Yourself, Croc?

Richard [09:54PM] – I’m eating some cereal for dinner. You even work after hours, huh?

You [09:55PM] – Cereal? You didn’t cook for dinner? Haha. Of course, to keep my life easy in the office.

Richard [10:00PM] – I’m tired. I’ve been running around from one interview to another. I might end up working for the modelling company after all.

You [10:03PM] – Really? That is wonderful. We should celebrate together!


The doorbell to my apartment scares the living daylights out of me. I look at the time on my phone. Who on Earth would be coming at this time?

I quietly approach the door after grabbing my pepper spray. In case there is a psycho standing outside of my door. I peek at the little peephole on my door. My breath caught in my throat. It is Bucky.

I unlock the door, keeping the slider on to double check. I widen my eyes. Bucky’s blue eyes caught in mine. He is wearing his combat suit with his weapons still strapped around his body.

“Y/N…” He says.

“Bucky! What are you doing here?” I ask. He lets out a sigh.

“Long story.” I bite my lower lip. Without any more words, I close the door back and remove the slider. I open it back up.

“Come in. I got all night.” I invite him inside. I look around the hallway to make sure no one is around. I lock my door back, watching Bucky making his way towards the couch I was sitting on before. I walk over to the kitchen and bring over a glass of water for him.

When I returned, Bucky’s metal arm is over his eyes. His lips quivering a little. When I sit on my spot, Bucky jerks away surprised. He clutches his chest before breathing out. I look at him worriedly as I hand him the glass of water. It’s been a while since I saw him like this.

“Bucky, what happened?” I ask him. He drinks the water in one go. He’s very nervous and troubled right now.

“Rosaline and I had another fight.” He answers simply, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He leans down and placing his hands over his face. I watch him carefully, waiting for him to continue.

“I got home and saw a bunch of her friends in the living room. When I checked for her in the kitchen, she was with another man. I burst; getting angry thinking that she is cheating on me. I made a fool of myself in front of them. She lost it, saying how she’s tired of dealing with my problems and kicked me out.” He continues. I can see the little tears spilling down his eyes. He must’ve felt so bad.

My hands shiver as I hover it over his back. I wasn’t sure if I should hold him or not. I was still mad at him for shouting at me the other night. But now that he came to me, feeling upset and troubled, I couldn’t bring myself to leave him be.

I take a deep breath before wrapping my arm around his shoulders. The second my arm made contact with him, he sits up, grabbing onto my wrists while looking at me surprised. He’s very jumpy.

“It’s ok, Bucky. Calm down.” I say as his hands tightens around my wrists.

I can see the tears in his eyes. The trail of it down his cheeks. My heart twists at the sight. I’d never thought I’d see him cry like this again. The last time I did had been so painful and heart-breaking. He lets my wrists go before returning back to the position he was in.

I reach out to hold him in my arms once again. I can feel him leaning into me when I did. I stroke his hair gently, remembering the way I would always do on nights similar to this. I can smell the sweat mixed with dust in his hair. It must’ve been from his mission.

“Bucky. You shouldn’t just assume things so quickly. She cares and loves you. I know that your anger comes from your exhaustion. But you need to learn to be a bit more patient.” His body tenses in my arms but he remains silent. I run my hands up and down his right arm to comfort him.

I freeze when I come in contact with something wet from a ripped part of his sleeve. I pull my hand up to look at it. My heart stops. Blood. I get up from where I was sitting to look at his flesh arm.

Blood is soaking through the torn up sleeve. I panicked. Why didn’t I notice this before?

“Bucky, you’re bleeding!” I say. Bucky looks at me before looking at his arm.

“Oh. I didn’t notice that.” I didn’t wait to hear that stupid response. I rush into the bathroom to grab a couple of towels and a bowl of water. I run into my bedroom to grab the first aid kit. Bucky watches me as I run back and forth to grab the items.

“Y/N, calm down. It’s just a small wound.” He says, miserably failing at trying not to worry me. I take a pair of scissors and carefully cut the sleeve off his combat suit. He has many others like it anyways.

I examine the wound on his arm.

“How did this happen?” I ask him, worried. He shrugs. I give him an angry look. That seems to put his senses back together.

“It must’ve been when I jumped down over the fence with the metal spikes. My arm must’ve gotten caught on one of them.” He answers. I let out a sigh.

A scratch about 6 inches long running down from the top of his arm. I wipe the damp towel on the wound to clean the dried blood off. Thankfully, the cut is not so deep that he needs stitching. A flash of memory hits me. 

“I’ll be fine, Y/N. There’s no need to worry about it.” He says, moving his arm. I hold it down and rub alcohol over the wound. He didn’t flinch. This reminds me of that night when Bucky wrapped my finger with the tissue. 

“You worry about my pin sized injury last time. You have no rights to tell me I shouldn’t worry about this even worse injury on your arm. You’re lucky I have some supplies in my house.” I answer.  I can feel Bucky’s eyes on me as I work on his arm.

When I finished dressing the wound, I let out a satisfied yet worried sigh. There’s no more blood coming out of the wound, but if it wasn’t treated, it could have been infected.

“Okay. It should be fine. Next time tell me when you are in—” When I turn to look at Bucky, his face was inches away from mine. My heart jumps in surprise and I fall backwards onto the floor.

“Are you okay?” He asks, pulling me back up on the couch. I nod slowly before reaching for the bloody towel to wipe my hands off. I can feel my face warm up when I remembered how close his face was to mine. What was he trying to do?

I reach down to clean up the mess I had made. The first aid kid box had tipped over and spilled all of its contents on the floor. I panic way too easily. I need to learn how to control my reactions sometimes. His tired eyes remaining glued to me as I clean up the place.

“Bucky, are you okay with pasta?” I ask when I returned from the bathroom. He looks at me confused.

“What do you mean?”

“You haven’t eaten right?” I wipe my hands on my shirt. He takes a moment to think. I sigh before returning back to the room.

I pull out Steve’s shirt and pants from the storage room. Sharon and Steve stayed over one time since their house was getting reconstructed. He left them here and I kept on forgetting to give them back. I guess they ended up being of use after all. I hand Bucky the towel, shirt and pants. He looks up at me, blinking.

Man, this guy is in a completely different world right now.

“It’s Steve’s. He left them here when he had the house redone.” I say. Bucky takes the clothes quietly.

“Wash up. Eat, then rest. Go. Don’t get the bandages wet.” I order him while making my way to the kitchen.

Since the kitchen is open, I can still see him on the couch. Five minutes passed before Bucky even moved a muscle. I watch him go into the bathroom and hear the water running. He’s a mess. Poor Bucky.

I probably need to talk to Rosaline about Bucky. It can still work. Though, it does make me wonder why she would react so drastically. She used to take care of Bucky’s mental state anyways. But then again, that was when he was Winter Soldier. So the side effects of the never ending brainwashing must be new to her.

I hear my phone ring from the living room. I run over to it to see who it was. Richard. Shoot. I forgot to text him back.

“Hello?” I answer as I walk back into the kitchen.

“Hey, Cherry Princess. Are you so into your work that you forgot about me?” Richard’s laughter on the other line is as sweet as a caramel candy.

“No. Something came up.” I answer back while transferring the meal onto a plate.

“Oh yeah? What is that? Screaming at agents over the phone for the atrocious spelling mistakes?” I chuckle.

“No. It’s Bucky.” I say, peeking over at the bathroom. The water is still running. The silence on the other line was loud and clear.

“He’s there?” After a few moments, he asks. His voice suddenly changed into a little harsh one.

“Yeah. Apparently he and Rosy got into a fight.” The sigh on the other line sounds so dreadful.

“And he comes running to you?” He asks. His voice sharp like a blade. What just happened to that caramel candy voice?

“He’s my friend, Richard. I need to help him out.” I say, whispering into the phone when I hear the water stop running.

“Until he wants more out of you.” He says harshly. I blink.

“What are you talking about?” I ask, confused.  

“I’ll tell you later. I need to call Rosy. Bye, Y/N.” With that, a click.

“Richard?” I call out, but only the beeping end call sound is all I hear. I look at the phone confused.

“Who was it?” Bucky’s voice scares me. I look at him before shaking my head.

“Just Richard.” I say while bringing the food to him. His expression turns dark again.

“What did he want?” I wave him off. I really don’t want to pour oil into the fire. Bucky silently takes out a chair before looking at the food.

“You made this?” I bite my lower lip and nod. It wasn’t bad when I tasted it, but I don’t know if Bucky will like it himself. My heart races when he takes the first bite. I wait in anticipation to hear what he might say. His face lights up.

“Wow, you’re still good at cooking.” He says while taking another bite. My chest fills up with joy. I’m so glad he likes it.

“Huuu. I’m glad.” I smile at him.


I place the mattress in the empty spot right by the TV. I put one of my pillows and blankets on it. I can hear Bucky washing the dishes in the kitchen as I set up the place for him to sleep. I pat the mattress a little. It was dusty when I took it out of the storage room.

“I can just sleep on your couch, Y/N.” Bucky says as he wipes his hands on the towel. I just realized how Steve’s shirt seems really tight on Bucky. His pecs, biceps and abs practically bulging through the shirt. I blush at the sight before shaking my head.

“No, you are not. Not with your arm banged up like that. I have an extra mattress anyways.” I say before getting up. I pull Bucky and sit him down on the mattress. I walk back into the kitchen to prepare some warm glass of milk and honey.

I hand him the glass when I returned. Bucky looks at me.

“As usual, Sergeant.” I say. He smiles up at me. He grabs my hand along with the glass. He is drinking the milk with my hand still holding onto it. My heart beats wildly in my chest at this sudden action. 

With his damp hair loose on the sides of his face, little scratches on his cheeks, light blue eyes staring down at me and then Steve’s tight shirt on his body; oh God. He looks very sexy. When he was done, he licks his milky lips still looking at me.

My insides shiver at the sight of him like that. I pull my hand away along with the glass quickly. I scurry into the kitchen to wash it. I can feel my chest on the verge of bursting. I glance over at the living room and see Bucky lying down on the mattress.

Keep yourself together, Y/N. 


I jolt awake when I hear a loud yell coming from outside. I jump off from my bed instantly and pick up my pepper spray again. I walk towards my door carefully, hearing another yell coming from there. It sounds like Bucky. I gasp and immediately run out to the living room.

Bucky is thrusting around on the mattress. The sheets had come off and was soaked in Bucky’s sweat. I throw myself on top of him to stop him. I shake him violently.

“Bucky!! Bucky!!”

When he wakes up, his pupils were dilated. He rolls us around and pins me down against the mattress. His metal hand reaching quickly over for the pistol on the coffee table, pointing straight at my forehead.

I could have sworn I saw my life flash before my eyes when Bucky did that.

“Bucky it’s me!!” I yell again. His blue eyes returning before he gasps. He pulls himself off me and drops the pistol. He coughs before falling backwards and leaning on the coffee table.

I’ve never seen Bucky like this before. He normally would just pin me down, but never pull out any weapon. I sit up, feeling the back of my shirt a little damp from my own sweat. He holds his hands against his face. I can hear little gasps and see how his hands are shivering so much. He’s crying again.

“Bucky…” I reach out to touch his arm.

“I’m so sorry…” He says behind his hands. My chest tightens with pain. I hear my heart shatter at the tone of his voice. He’s in so much pain right now… Oh, Bucky.

I immediately wrap my arms around him. I pull him in and hold him tightly.

“Shh. It’s okay. Everything is going to be fine, Bucky.” I reassure him. He cries silently as his arms wrap around my waist. He pulls me tightly while crying onto my shoulder. The heart-breaking sound of his whimpers makes me cry myself. It hurts so much to see how hurt Bucky is.

He falls asleep after an hour passed. He had his grip on me tight, so I couldn’t pry myself away from him. I didn’t want to anyways. I stayed there with him, stroking his hair continuously while my other hand is held tightly in his. Even though Bucky had been crying before, I really feel at peace with him sleeping against me like this. I look out into the night sky through the window.

The moon is lighting up inside of the living room a little. Despite his size and height, I didn’t feel crushed underneath him. He must’ve positioned himself just right so he won’t suffocate me when he fell asleep. I watch Bucky’s sleeping face against my shoulder. 

His face looks so tired, angry, sad, confused, but most of all, broken. I feel the tears spilling down again.

With his history of being used by HYDRA, then having to deal with the after effects of it. Nightmare after nightmare of crimes he never wanted to commit. Regret and pain of remembering people die at his own hands. Hands he wasn’t able to control because of the serum. Now that he finally had a chance at happiness, his problems came back and took that away from him.

Give Bucky a break, please…

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A/N: I teared up a little while writing the last bit of this. It made me really think of the suffering Bucky has gone through. I hope y’all know what I’m talking about. Heh. Anyways, thank you for reading! I truly hope you enjoyed this chapter! 

Next chapter coming soon!

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Precipice: Took a Leap

How’s it hanging everybody?  I’ve decided to try my hand at fanfic writing with this little thing I’ve got here.  It’s a Gravity Falls cannon divergence ficlet branching off of the events of Stanchurian Candidate.  It was inspired by a really cool piece of art I saw forever ago, and I’ve been trying to find it so I can post a link, but have been unsuccessful as of late, so as soon as I find that link I’ll post it.  Anyways, enjoy, and sorry in advance for any greavous spelling and/or grammatical errors  



The scratchy fibre of the rope bit into Stan’s hand as he grabbed it, nearly slipping through his grip, and the weight at the end nearly sent him toppling down to where the ground waited, hard and unforgiving and dizzyingly far away.  But, to his relief, he stayed grounded and stable, and as safe as someone as high up as he was currently could be.  

More importantly, the kids weren’t falling to their deaths anymore.

“Grunkle Stan!” Twin cries, filled with relief and gratitude, rang in his ears. Safe, they’re safe, you did it you got there in time you didn’t screw things up for once.

“We’re sorry Stan.”  Mabel called out, “We should have supported you, win or lose.”  Every syllable pounded the message into Stan’s head, safe safe, I’ve got them

“Probably lose” Dipper added onto his sister’s statement, and even the twinge of annoyance Stan felt at his words couldn’t hold a candle to Stan’s relief.

“I can still drop you ya know.”  The gruff response popped out  even as he grabbed the chairs that the kids were tied to, felt the soft wool from Mabel’s campaign sweater rub against his hand.  Even with the added weight of the chairs, Stan can easily lift his niece and nephew, and as soon as his grip is solid, he wrapps his arms around them, chairs and all and they’re safe, my family is sa-

“Well then why don’t you Stanford Pines?”  The sickeningly adorable voice, though slightly warped by the speakers it flowed through, was unmistakable.  Stan whirled, still on his knees, and turned to see, not Gideon, but Bud Gleeful.  At least, sort of.  Buds mouth was slack, his head lolling to the side, and his eye’s were distant, glazed, and out of the bright sun Stan could see they had a faint, unsettling glow.  “In fact,”  Gideon’s voice spoke up again, drawing Stan’s attention to the screen that was attached to Bud’s unholy abomination of an outfit, where the little troll was being broadcasted live from the Gravity Falls Penitentiary “why don’t you join them old man?”  Venom dripped off of the young boys Southern accent as his father’s arms extended.

Stan hadn’t realized how close he was to the edge until barely a nudge overbalanced him.  Wind and light enveloped him, lifting his suit and fez in a whirl around him.  Screams filled his ears, one shrill and whistling through braces, one that cracked every few seconds, and one that was so rough and hoarse it could only be his own.  His arms tightened, his embrace turning into a crushing grip, curling his body around the young twins in a silent promise.

Don’t worry

I’ve got you

You’re safe

I’ll protect you

I can do this right

It’s the only thing I’m good fo-

The sickening crunch that echos across the crowds, as well as the twin keening wails that soon follow it, are unheard by the man who lies broken on the ground, dead to the world.


So!  There you go!  I could expand this into a full blown fic if people like it, or I could leave it like this.  We’ll see what happens! 

Until next time!

Stay weird my dudes!

Higher self meditation

It’s been a while since I’ve shared my meditations with you guys… but then again it’s been a while since I’ve meditated. Tee-hee :)

Recently (more like the past few months) I’ve felt incredibly disconnected from myself and reality… Kind of like I’m just floating through time. However, I have been gradually gaining my sense of self and shedding layers of negative behavior, which has lead me to believe that this is all part of a process. A ‘rebirth’, if you will. 

I had trouble concentrating at first, but I set my intention to speak to my higher self…. eventually I found myself walking down these steps (I’m assuming these were steps inside myself), but everything was spinning and it was hard to visualize… except I remember clearly how everything was colored amber. Then I was floating down a tunnel… then poof I entered this… elegant place. I can’t exactly explain what it looked like, but there were tall tan blocks that looked almost like buildings and stone floors. In the center was the beam of crystal light that went up and deep into the sky. I touched it and felt a connection with myself, I eventually stepped into it and up I went haha. I ended up in a dark area, with me in the center of it… Only it wasn’t me, it was energy, a low dimension depiction of my high self, I’m assuming.

Mind you during this meditation I felt the presence of two entities, each on either sides of my shoulders. It was a very heavy and reassuring presence… very calming and assertive. It’s possible that they are guides… I’m not sure because I’m not incredibly familiar with them. 

Anywho, me and my higher self had a chat pretty much. The messages were, somewhat clear, I’d say about 80%, some things I had to ask twice because I didn’t understand or I couldn’t hear. I felt a lot… like a lot more than I could hear… it was like feeling was my primary sense. I also connected to a piece of myself that I had lost during my childhood… what part I lost wasn’t entirely clear but it had something to do with empathy and connection… 

I also learned that I was on the “right path” and that I have a very high energy now (I saw lots of yellow!) and that energy will start to attract things (what these things are was not clear). I asked a few personal things that I’m not gonna share, but the most profound message that I got was to be vulnerable… not in a weak sense but, to open up more, share my energy and myself with others. Basically to not be afraid to be myself. There were bits of pieces saying that I was going through a transition, or I recently transitioned and that’s where this high energy came from… It looks almost electric or static..oh! high vibration! I was trying to explain what a vibration looks like without realizing what I was looking at. But yeah, I’m vibrating at a higher frequency and it looks a bit chaotic and crazy. My head is still super foggy so recalling this is kind of hard… and I’m sorry if this post seems like a jumbled mess, I’m literally closing my eyes trying to pull this from my memory. 

also sorry if there are any typos/grammatical errors, too lazy to proof-read :D

So, here’s to being vulnerable and being 100% me!

Hold Me (JB One Shot)

Requested by:  ANON ~~ I hope you like this.  If ever this is not something that you’re expecting, let me know so that I can write another one :)

Characters:  JB (GOT7) x You (Reader/OC)

Genre:  Super Angsty :D, Fluff, AU, Suggestive 

Beware of:  Angry and hot-tempered JB which is hot AF

Length:  3193 words (UGH so long lol)

SORRY FOR ANY TYPOS OR GRAMMATICAL ERRORS.  I AM TOO EXCITED IN POSTING THIS HAHAHA

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11PM.

“Fuck.”  You cursed under your breath upon checking the clock.  You stood up from the couch and walk around the living room.

It has been six hours since your husband should’ve gone off of work and this has been going on for the last few weeks.  If you will ask him why he’s always late, he will just tell you that he needs to work extra hours to meet quotas, attend to meetings, etc.

At the first few instances, you didn’t really mind, because maybe it was true that his job suddenly became demanding than before.  However, as the days and weeks progresses, it has become a habit, and you’re like a burning candle that might die soon if this continues.

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The Upper Hand: Jefferson x Reader {Part 6}

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Hamilton - Modern AU (Law School)

Jefferson x Reader

1,349 words

Part 6! Man, I feel like this series is getting a little long… Don’t worry. It’s almost over. I didn’t proofread this at all, so sorry for any tense changes or grammatical errors :) I think I spent more time researching French foods and the French Riviera than I did writing this! 

Originally posted by imagineham

“But I said, ‘Hell no! You better give me another chance!’”

You giggle at Thomas’s story, completely enraptured by his storytelling—his wide eyes, waving hands, the way he did the voices of the different people. He has so much passion for life.

“What did he say to that?” you ask excitedly.

Thomas merely shakes his head. “He kicked me out!”

“No!” His grin widens as you burst out laughing. “That’s insane!”

Your phone buzzes on the table and you see an incoming text message from John Laurens. It would be rude to check your phone during the date, so you slide it into your pocket and pick up your menu. He was probably just checking in to make sure Thomas hadn’t insulted you yet.

“So, what do you recommend?” you ask, scanning the menu in confusion. “I don’t know what any of these dishes are.”

He chuckles and leans across the table so the two of you can share a menu. He skims the list with his fingertip until he finds something called Bouillabaisse.

“This is a stew of mixed Mediterranean fish, tomatoes, and herbs,” he says, his voice low. His dark eyes meet yours, and you can’t look away. “It’s a dish from Côte d'Azur, the French Riviera. Along the Mediterranean coast. I stayed there for six months, just soaking up the culture and dining on this very dish.”

“How do you pronounce it?”

Boo-la-bayze.”

You grin, never realizing until now that talking about French food could be so sexy.

“How about that one?” you ask, pointing to another dish.

Pieds paquets,” he says, the French rolling fluently off his tongue. “Are you impressed yet?”

“Very. The only French foods I know are crepes and ratatouille, because of that Pixar movie.”

“That was a very cute movie.”

“You watched it?” you ask in disbelief. “You don’t seem like the kind of guy…”

“Pshh! It’s about France and food. My two favorite things.” He grins lopsidedly and looks you up and down. “That dress would be my third favorite.”

You look away, hoping that he won’t notice your blushing. The front door to the restaurant opens roughly and a harried young man with long dark hair rushes in. It takes you a moment to recognize him, but the three other men who straggle in behind him help jog your Thomas-fogged memory.

Panic floods your chest as Alex scans the restaurant, registering the wrathful expression on his face. He knows. You lift your menu to obscure most of your face, peeking over the top. He is speaking with the maitre d’, getting more riled by the moment.

Thomas frowns at your strange actions. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“Alex is—”

“JEFFERSON!” Alexander bellows across the restaurant, his eyes boring into the back of Thomas’ head. “YOU SON OF A—”

“Alexander!” Thomas drawls, his entitled, obnoxious persona sliding expertly into place. He rises from his seat and stands, slightly shielding you, to meet Alex, who rushes across the restaurant with wings of fury. “As usual, it’s a delight when you show up uninvited.”

“Jefferson, what the hell do you think you’re doing with Y/N?”

“Well, I think I’m taking her out on a date. What do you think I’m doing with her?”

“You can’t go anywhere near her, talk to her, touch her. You have hurt her so many times already. This is just an elaborate plan to destroy her self-esteem and ultimately force her to go back to Nebraska.”

“You can’t tell me what to do or what not to do, little Hammy,” Thomas says tauntingly, taking a step closer to Alex. “If I want to take Y/N out, I will. And you can’t say anything about it.”

“You’re so entitled, Jefferson. I’d love to see you without your money and family name. You’d be floundering in the shallows.”

“You know nothing of loyalty. You’re so desperate to rise above your station that you will take advantage of anything and anyone to gain it. Is that why you’re friends with Y/N?”

Alex glances at you, his anger cracking slightly. Thomas shoves his shoulder antagonistically.

“What does she give you? A shoulder to cry on? She’s smart and beautiful and compassionate. Did you think you’d get her at some point? Just keeping her on the back burner while you explore this thing with Eliza Schuyler.”

Alex lunges at Thomas, fists flying. A woman in the restaurant screams. You scramble out of your seat as the two men stumble toward your table. Thomas extracts himself from Alex’s grip and punches him solidly across the face, causing Alex to fall backwards. Flailing his arms, Alex lands on your table, pushing a glass of red wine onto your dress.

Everyone freezes.

Your heart drops as you look at the stain forming on the front of your dress. Touching the liquid with your fingers, you feel your temper rising. How dare Alex come in here and make a scene! How dare Thomas speak about you like you’re nothing more than a consolation prize! How dare Laurens break his promise and tell Alex!

“Damn it, Alexander!” you yell, glaring at him as he lies on the ground. “I finally find a guy who likes me for me and you have to come in here and ruin it with your old grudges and lack of respect? You don’t get to decide who I date or where I go! Stop being such a child and trust that I can handle myself.”

He bows his head in shame, wiping his bleeding lower lip with the back of his hand.

“Same goes for you, Laurens!” you continue. Laurens partially hides behind Hercules’ shoulder, regret painted across his features. “I am an adult and I can make decisions for myself. You don’t need to protect me! You promised that you would keep this secret, but you didn’t! How can I ever trust you after this?”

Shaking your head reproachfully, you turn your attention to Thomas, whose smirk quickly vanishes from his features.

“And you,” you mutter darkly, taking a couple steps so you’re nearly chest to chest with him. “You don’t own me. You are lucky that I agreed to go out with you, but this childish display with Alex shows me that you’re not capable of being respectful of my friends. No matter how much they irk you.”

“Y/N, what are you saying?” he asks, his expression vulnerably worried.

You gaze into those eyes you like so much and your heart begins to hurt. “I gave you a chance, but you’ve shown me that we wouldn’t work. I’m sorry.”

A tear slipping down your cheek, you grab your purse and jacket and push past your friends, your almost-lover, and a gaggle of waiters. You let a sob out once your face hits the cool outdoors air. How could this night have turned out so bad? You wore the dress, he brought you flowers. It was supposed to be perfect.

Walking away from the restaurant, you fish your phone in your pocket. Laurens had texted you, you remember. You open the message and read it. He had tried to warn you.

A million scenarios ran through your mind. What if you had read the message? Perhaps you and Thomas could have escaped the restaurant and found another place for a date. Maybe you could have prepared for Alex’s confrontation. Then you wouldn’t be limping down the darkened street in your heels with a dark stain on the front of your perfect dress.

You don’t want to return to your apartment. It would still have that aura of excitement and hope, which was something you wanted to avoid. John is someone you wanted to stay away from until you had the opportunity to cool off. Hercules and Lafayette would only try to talk you out of being mad at Alex. Peggy is at her boyfriend’s, and you don’t want to disturb them.

A dark car pulls up beside you. The driver rolls down the window.

“Hey, you wanna lift?”

You ponder the offer for a moment before hopping in the backseat.

Pink Hoodie

[While I wait for suggestions, here’s a TaeJin. I’m not sorry. Except for any grammatical errors. Lol]

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“It’s cold in here.” Your first thought of the day. You’re almost tempted to just stay in his bed all snuggled up in the covers.

Once you finally drag yourself out of bed, wash up, and get dressed, you decide to forego the usual white tee, jeans and converses. Today you decide to bum it a little and wear your boyfriend’s favorite pink hoodie, jeans, and slippers. There was something super comfy about not wearing anything except a bra underneath. So soft and warm on your skin. No bunched up shirts or conflicting textures.

Of course, there was also that part of you that thought it was sexy. The part that would think about the ease of access and how best to tease him when he came home. The part that, just thinking about it, made you wanna reach under the hoodie, glide your fingers up your stomach and play with your breast under your bra.

Your phone goes off. Since you’re at home still, you have the volume up. Blood, Sweat, and Tears is your tone.

“Hey, Love. Just wanted to let you know Taehyungi and I should be home around 6. The others are staying late tonight.”

“Okie, Jagi,” You liked using your cute voice with Jin because no one appreciates cuteness like him and it always made him smile. “I’ll be waiting. Tell Tae hi for me.”

“Hiiiiiiii Noonaaaa!!” You can hear Taehyung yelling in the background. You and Jin laugh.

“I love you, (y/n)-ah”

“I love you, too.” When he hangs up you look at your phone. It’s only three o'clock. You decide to make dinner for the three of you and take off Jin’s hoodie to keep it clean.

It’s five o'clock by the time you finish dinner and clean up the mess from cooking. You plop onto the couch in the living room, pull on his hoodie and smell it. It smells just like him. The smell of his skin and his cologne… Memories begin to flood your mind of his body, naked and hovering over you. Your hands running hungrily down it, gripping him close. Wandering lips, grazing teeth and breathless moans.

Your hand snakes its way down your jeans, into your panties and starts massaging your soaking wet pussy. Fingers rub circles around your swollen clit. You don’t care if you get caught. That’s the last thing on your mind right now. You bite your lip and let out a soft moan, quickening your pace and moaning louder until you finally reach your high. You look up to see Jin watching what your hand is doing, blushing intensely, biting his lip, and finally locking eyes with you. Taehyung just now enters the room. Trying to play it cool you pop up and run over to hug Jin.

“Hyung, what’s got you so bothered?
It’s just a hug,” Taehyung teased. You giggle and kiss him.

“I’ve made dinner. You guys should go get washed up and have some.”

“Yeah, you go ahead, Taehyungi. I’ll go after you.”

Taehyung goes to wash up from a long day of rehearsal and then it’s just you and Jin.

“What’s the matter, Jagi?” Feigning ignorance as to what might have him so worked up.

Trying to regain some composure, he just comes right out and says, “Nothing, really.”

Bull shit, you think to yourself.

“What were you thinking about when you were doing that?” He pulls you close to him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Jagi.” You can’t help but smile at your blatant lie.

“You know…” He grabs your hand and slips your finger into his mouth. “That thing you were doing when I walked in.”

“Oh, this?” You take his hand and slip it into your jeans directly over your pussy and start slowly rubbing yourself with his hand. “I was thinking about your body. About when your on top of me, in me, pleasing me…” You smile and bite your lip while staring at him. He bites his lip and blushes hard.

“Yah! Not here!” He tries whispering to offer some kind of voice control, but inevitably fails. “Taehyungi will be out here soon.”

“Let him see,” you tease. Then you actually start thinking about it and stop. What if he didn’t just watch? You start getting wetter and Jin could feel it.

“What are you imagining, Love?”

In your cutest, most irresistible voice you answer, “Jagi, I want Tae to join us.”

“Mwo??” Apparently Taehyung was done with his shower, clad only in his favorite basketball shorts he liked to wear to bed. “What did you say, Noona?” He looked genuinely surprised.

Jin looks at you. “Is that really what you want, (y/n)-ah?”

“Chebal?” You look up at him with the widest eyes and the cutest face you can muster.

They look at each other for a while, then Jin turns back to you. “Okay, Love.”

“But don’t blame us if you can’t handle it.” Taehyung smiles at you mischievously.

Jin goes and takes a quick shower. While he’s gone, Taehyung walks up to you, puts one hand at the nape of your neck and the other on your waist and bites you. You squirm as you feel him kiss and bite your neck, but he’s so strong you can’t wriggle away. Not that you want to.

He licks up your neck and whispers in your ear, “Are you sure you can handle both of us?” He pulls back just enough to look at you, his face thoroughly riddled with devilish lust. Satisfied in seeing you bite your lip, he resumes biting your neck and reaches up under your hoodie, running his fingers lightly over your bare skin.

Jin walks out of the bathroom with just a light pink towel wrapped around his waist. Lowly around his waist. So low that you could tell it rested just above his member. No doubt in an attempt to draw in your attention and mess with you. You knew deep down he did actually have a problem with sharing. Especially when it came to sharing you. He might try to hide his jealousy tonight, but he wont likely let you forget who your man is. That sexy little stunt with the towel there? Yeah, he’s already started. Dinner was just going to have to wait.

The look in Jin’s eyes tonight was new for him. Usually you could tell he wanted you by the little things he would do, like blushing or biting his lip, but all in all he was still kind of shy and cute. Tonight there was an intense look of lust and the need to dominate your body. Probably the jealousy poking through. But God it’s hot.

Jin walks up to you, grabs your hand and pulls you close to him, wraps his arms around you and hugs you tight. His skin and hair were still wet from the shower but he felt and smelled amazing. He lifts up the hoodie, runs his hands up your back and unsnaps your bra. Tae goes into their room and pulls out two mattresses and lays them next to each other on the living room floor. Meanwhile Jin walks over to the couch and pulls you onto his lap. He presses his warm, soft, pouty lips against yours passionately then kisses down your neck, stopping at you collarbone. You can’t resist touching him. His chest is smooth and warm under your hands.

Suddenly you feel a second pair of hands on you, slipping around your waist from behind. You feel Tae’s hands work up your torso and tug on your bra. You take this opportunity to slip it off your shoulders underneath your hoodie and pull it out through your sleeve. Neither Jin nor Tae waste any time. As if planned they both bite and kiss your neck and reach up your hoodie to grope your newly exposed chest. They each slip two fingers in your mouth to moisten and then start rubbing and lightly pinching and pulling on your nipples. You bite your lip as your chest rises and falls with your quickening breath. The guys become impatient with the amount of clothes you still have on.

“Tell me, Noona,” Tae whispers in your ear, his deep voice making you shiver, as he slowly pulls your hoodie off, “are you wet yet?” Tae’s hands make their way lightly back down after taking it off of you, barely grazing your skin. They skim down your arms and linger on your breasts before heading for your waist. “Are we making you ache?” His warm breath danced across your skin sending chills down your body. Fact is, you’re drenched by now. But you’re going to try to hold onto whatever will you think you have left.

"You guys are going to have to do better than that.” You start grinding against Jin, “How easy did you think it was gonna be?”

Jin wraps his arms around you, pulls you up over his shoulder and smacks your ass before he lays you on a mattress.

"Taehyungi, go get a couple of ties.”

He leaves to do just that while Jin straddles you and starts kissing up your stomach towards your chest. You start to quiver and your breathing hitches. He starts teasing you with his tongue, swirling circles in between your breasts and popping one at a time in his mouth, swirling and flicking his tongue around your hardened nipples and sucking on them. Small sighs and moans escape your lips when your teeth aren’t abusing your bottom one.

"Mm,” an evil little grin spreads across his face, “I love the way your body responds to me. It’s so sexy.”

You pull off Jin’s towel and start massaging him. He moans into your chest as he starts to grow and stiffen at your touch.

Tae returns with the ties and kneels next to you. Your free hand wanders over to his leg and slips up under his shorts and you start to massage him, also. His eyes roll back and close, enjoying your hand on him, and you can feel him becoming hard in your hand. Jin lifts your legs to a bent position and starts pulling off your jeans leaving a trail of soft and slow kisses where the fabric used to be. Your legs begin to tremble at the desire building up within you.

"Look, Taehyungi,” he traces the patch of wetness on your panties, “I think our Princess wants us to satisfy her.” He bites your thigh causing your breathing to hitch again. “You want us to please you,” he crawls up to your face, hovering near your lips, “to fuck you, don’t you, (y/n)-ah?” He grins n sits up, leaving your mind reeling and heart racing from this newfound intensity.

Tae reaches between your thighs and hooks two fingers around the crotch of your lace panties. He then slips them between your lips and into your pussy to feel how wet you are for them. You close your eyes and let out a soft moan and immediately you can feel his eyes on your face.

"Mm,” he licks the fingers he just had inside you and smiles, “you taste so good, Noona.”

Jin crawls up between your thighs. “Or perhaps,” he lays between your legs so close to your swollen, throbbing core you can feel his breath on your skin, “my (y/n)-ah is being greedy and wants more?” Your brain is complete mush and your body has zero will of its own by this point. All you can do is groan and bite your lip in response.

"That’s a bad Princess. You shouldn’t be so greedy,” he smirks n bites your thigh, “we’re going to have to punish you now.” He pulls down your panties while Tae moves next to your head and blindfolds you and bites n sucks on your neck. Jin slips his tongue between your lips and slowly licks up toward your clit.

Your hands slide down to your legs and claw gently at them. Tae biting and sucking on your neck,… Jin between your thighs, licking you, tasting you,… It felt so good and it was so exciting you start moaning and breathing shakily.

"Princess, you won’t last very long if just this is making you moan already,” Jin licks his lips and smiles up at you.

He starts swirling circles around your clit then flicking it with his tongue while Tae hovers over you to suck and nibble on your chest, paying special attention to your nipples, ribs and collarbone. You moan a bit louder and reach up to feel Tae’s body. His muscles are firm but his skin is still soft and you find yourself running one of your hands all over from his face down to his chest and abs and finally landing on his dick again. It’s much closer to your face this time so you grab it and pull him even closer and slip him into your mouth and start sucking him.

He gasps and braces himself over you. Jin starts licking more vigorously and sucking on your clit, occasionally slipping his tongue inside you. This makes you arch your back and moan onto Tae’s dick making him moan as well. He pulls off the blindfold so he can lock eyes with you while he’s in your mouth.

You slide your other hand down to Jin and run your fingers through his hair, gripping it gently, moaning and squirming from the pleasure. He grabs your thighs and pins you in place. No reprieve from his tongue was to be had.

Your moans cause the guys to become flustered. Tae pulls out before you could drain him and he leans down and heatedly kisses you. Biting your lip, sloppily kissing, licking your lips to gain access and ultimately letting his tongue dance with yours.

They’re too hot and hungry for you and seem to know every inch of your body and its turn ons. You can’t take it anymore and your hands start grabbing and pulling at everything within reach. Jin’s hair, Tae’s body, the mattress… You let Jin know with a scream that you’re only seconds away and, cruelly enough, he stops only to slip his tongue inside your tight pussy, tasting you one more time.

He crawls up your body and French kisses you so you can taste yourself then bites your neck. Tae leans in and sucks on your nipple while reaching between your thighs and slipping a long, slender finger in and out of you. He adds another after a couple of minutes, and then a third. Ordinarily, this would’ve stretched you a bit, but you’re so turned on there’s no resistance. After a while of them teasing you, Jin blindfolds you and pins your wrists and you can feel Tae slide himself between your thighs. He hikes up your legs around his waist and grinds into your pelvis, his clothed hardness rubbing against you. You bite your lip.

"Take it off, Tae…,” you beg him.

"Is that any way to ask?” You can’t see, but you just know he’s got a cheeky grin plastered on his face. He stops grinding on you n starts rubbing your clit with one hand while Jin plays with your nipples.

"Tae…, Please take them off for me,” you manage between the moans and the squirming. “Noona needs to be fucked.”

"I don’t know, Princess,” Jin says, on your neck, “that mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble if you keep talking like that.” Tae rubs your clit faster n runs his other hand softly down your thigh, tickling your skin. You moan louder and buck against him. He stops all together and puts on a condom. He doesn’t touch you again until Jin lets him.

"Jagi, pleeeease…”

He must’ve told Tae to go ahead because the next thing you know you feel his naked skin against yours and, at first, he slowly thrusts himself in your soaking wet core then powerfully slams into you, barely giving you time to adjust to his large, throbbing dick. You gasp and ball your hands up into fists. The feeling of your tight, dripping wet pussy surrounding his dick made him gasp and let out a deep, throaty moan.

Jin gets turned on by the sounds you both are making and the sight of Taehyung fucking you and starts making out with you… Swallowing your every moan and running his hands all over your body. Beads of sweat start to form on your forehead. Your wrists are still pinned but by Taehyung’s hands now. His thrusts keep switching from slow and sensual to hard and powerful leaving you both a gasping and moaning mess.

Suddenly he stops and gets off of you. You get frustrated at first, not knowing what’s going on. They both stand and help you up. Taehyung bends you over and pulls you by your hips and slams you back onto his dick, making him growl and you gasp.

Jin comes up next to you and pulls the blindfold off just to tie it around your wrists. He stands in front of you and strokes himself a couple of times before steadying himself with your shoulder and slipping his throbbing member into your mouth. Taehyung’s thrusting slows as you start sucking Jin.

"Y/n, …rub yourself for me,” you obediently reach down and do as Jin told you to.

Taehyung can feel you tighten around him as your pleasure intensifies causing him to bite his lip n let out a low moan. Jin slides his hands down and plays with your breasts that are bouncing around freely in time with Taehyung’s thrusting. He loves the feeling of your soft skin, the warm wetness of your mouth on him, the sound and feel of your moans, ever increasing in volume, sending vibrations up his dick. His breathing hitches and high pitched moans escape his lips.

There’s a tightening within your body as Tae’s found your spot and your moans become so much louder that you drown out Jin and Taehyung. You pull Jin out of your mouth and claw at his stomach.

"Faster, Tae,” you beg breathlessly, “please fuck me faster and harder, Tae.”

He licks his lips n bites the bottom one. “I guess I’ll give it to you,” he moans loudly, “but only ‘cause you feel so good,” and he does.

Seeing you so worked up is just so frikkin hot to Jin that he masturbates to seeing Taehyung fuck your brains out. Seeing every bead of sweat roll off your body, seeing your breasts bounce all over the place, seeing every lip-bite and expression of ecstasy that washes over your face and your desperation to get your release, he can barely contain himself.

You manage to get your hands free and you go back to rubbing your clit vigorously and you scream the closer you get to cumming. Taehyung goes as fast and hard as he can and suddenly your body erupts with heat and spasms of pleasure causing you to scream one loud, final time. He goes crazy feeling you tighten so much around him that he, too, climaxes. He keeps slowly thrusting afterward to ride it out with you and enjoy the feeling of you surrounding his over-sensitized dick.

You stand up slowly and turn to face him, biting his neck and kissing him breathlessly. He lays down on a mattress to rest n you crawl over to Jin.

He lays down next to you and you kneel between his legs, gently placing kisses about his thighs.

You do your best to please your man, especially since he agreed to share you with Taehyung tonight. He grips your hair as you suck as much as you comfortably can of him slowly, letting him enjoy your mouth and working the rest of him with your hand. A slow flick of your tongue against his slit allows you to taste his precum. The poor thing. He tries to watch you, he always loved to, but he couldn’t keep from closing his eyes and letting the pleasure wash over him.

You tease his head, swirling your tongue all around on it and sucking hard. His breathing quickens and he bites his lip, slightly smiling. Some of the time you let as much of him in as you can handle without choking, switching from sucking fast to slow. You slide him out of your mouth and kiss up his thighs. At first, he looks upset that you’ve stopped but he just watches you. Higher and higher you go until you get up to him, where you then lick and suck on his balls. Shallow breaths and quiet moans make their way to your ears. Painfully slowly you lick up his shaft and precede to suck his dick with all possible conviction. You put in all your effort to giving him what he needs the best you know how, speeding up your sucking, continuing your tongue tricks. His moans get louder, his breath quicker.

"Y/n-ah!” You look up to see him writhing, eyes closed, lip swollen from continuous biting. He is definitely close. Ordinarily you don’t do this but given the circumstances you change your mind for tonight. You let him finish in your mouth with a loud, high pitched moan, n swallow his hot release. His body is shaking after, but he sits up n kisses you.

The delicious mixture of sweat, primal desire, and dominance that filled the air was only made better by the sound of bodies colliding and the harmony of moans and sighs that came from everyone tonight. You look over to see Tae sleeping solid.

"I’m going to get a shower,” you whisper to Jin. You cover Tae with a blanket before going.

"Okay, Love.”

He waits until you’ve been in there a few minutes and goes in after you. Steam and the smell of strawberry shampoo fill the air. He enters the shower and promptly finds your lips with his own. His hands glide all over your wet skin stopping only to play with your breasts. A lot. Definitely a boob guy. He makes his way down your stomach around your waist. He runs his hands down your ass n lifts you up onto him. You wrap your legs around his waist and hold onto his shoulders. Jin slams you against the wall and bites your neck.

"You didn’t think I was going to let Taehyungi be the only one to take you, did you?”

"Were you jealous, Jagi? Seeing him fuck me like that? Hearing how good he made me feel,” you tease as you run your fingers through his hair.

"Would it make you happy if I said yes?” He pauses. “It did. I don’t want anyone else touching you, or you touching them. Let alone doing that …but I wanted you to be happy. Plus I enjoyed being able to see you experience pleasure from a different angle. You’re so sexy, Jagiya…” He kisses up your neck hungrily, then bites your lip softly. “I want you so bad, y/n.” He leans in to bite and suck on your neck.

"Then take me, Jagi. Be the one that touches me, that pleases me,” you drag your nails down his back. “Please me like only my man can.” Jin loves it when you talk to him like that.

His lips press against yours in a heated kiss, then travel down to your chest. He lightly runs his fingers from your knees up to your thighs where he grips hard, pulling you against him tightly. He starts grinding against you and only stops once he becomes hard against you, kissing you and sucking on your neck the whole time.

Jin’s hand slides down your inner thigh and starts rubbing your clit causing you to let out a soft moan and grind your hips against him, trying to get as much friction as you can. He stops rubbing you and slips two fingers inside you, feeling how wet you are for him. Jin adjusts himself at your entrance and slides in. You dig your nails into him and he waits, giving you time to adjust to his size. No matter what, he doesn’t like seeing you in pain.

Once Jin sees you’re comfortable, he starts slowly thrusting in and out of your warm, wet core. He grabs your ass n licks up your neck, speeding up his thrusting little by little. You take in your surroundings. The water from the shower hitting Jin’s skin. His hand moving from your ass to the wall, bracing himself as he fucks you harder and faster. His face showing you how good he’s feeling… his lips parted, pants and moans escaping them, his bottom one red and swollen from being bitten, eyes shut and focused, face flushed from the heat of the shower and his blood rushing. You lick his neck and tighten yourself around his dick, sending a shock through his system, his breathing hitches and he thrusts deeper, summoning a loud moan from your lips.

He quickly looks up at you, kisses you and continues thrusting deeper. It’s now your turn to be watched. He bites your lip kisses your neck, your shoulder and finally your bouncing chest. He bends down and sucks on your nipple, teething gently and swirling his tongue around it. You both let out a series of moans, increasing in volume and pitch the faster and harder he goes, until you both reach your climax. Jin holds you up against the wall a bit longer n you give him a huge hickey on his neck. You can feel his muscles shaking all over.

The two of you finish up your shower and walk out of the bathroom, naked, only to be greeted by the stares of some very amused and flustered hyungs seated in the living room…

Heathen prompt game

Warnings: Smut, choking
Sorry for any grammatical errors.

“Why did you run” Ivars voice rang out from the darkness.

Panting, you thought, you had chosen a good hiding place. You had waited until he had left you alone to try and leave. But, you didn’t know the area, so you found an abandoned building and thought you would be safe. Oh how wrong you were.

“Did you honestly think I wouldn’t find you?” He said darkly. He stalked closer in the shadows, the light only illuminating half of his face. How did he find you?

You were scared that’s why you ran to start with. Now with him looking at you like prey, you were terrified. What would he do?

“I’m sorry for running,” You whisper timidly as you looked up at him.

He smirked. “How do you plan to make it up to me?” His eyes filled with lust. Was he enjoying the terror in your eyes?

“How would you like me to make it up to you?” You asked quietly.

“Tsk tsk, do I have to do it all?” He growled in response. Taking your face in his hands he looked at you closely. He knew what he wanted. “I want you to willingly, be my dirty whore, right here.”

You nodded furiously. That’s all he wanted?

“Good girl, now I want you to suck my cock.” He said as he undid his pants and thrust it in your face. It was already rock hard and throbbing. The veins sticking out below his purplish head.

Taking it in your mouth, you tried to place your hand around the base. He grabbed your hand pulling it away.

“No hands, use your mouth,” He growled as he put his hand in your hair on the back of your head. Taking more of it in your mouth, he started fucking your mouth. Guttural moans started falling out of his mouth as he pushed more and more in your mouth. Abruptly he stopped and pushed your head back.

“Enough! Get on your hands and knees,” He commanded. You moved quickly hoping to not anger him. He got behind you and grabbed your hip. Thankfully, he did spit on it, to make sure you were wet before roughly thrusting into you. He started pounding relentlessly. Each stroke was sending you into orbit. He reached down and wrapped a hand around your ponytail, pulling your head back, wrapping a hand around your throat, squeezing. Causing every sensation to be heightened. You could breathe, but your blood flow was slowed. His moans got louder and his strokes got more erratic as he neared his finish. He released your throat as he pulled out of you. Panting and out of breath, you stayed very still waiting for his next move.

“I think I can forgive you. But do not ever run from me again.” He said darkly as he slapped your ass hard.

Inexperienced.

First post by Bri on the blog!! 

A/n:  This was 1179 words. Sorry not sorry. Includes consent checks, cuteness and all that. Hope you enjoy ♡ Sorry for any grammatical errors!

Warnings: smut.


You and your fiancé, whom is now your husband, have been together for almost 3 years. In those 3 years, there have been many failed attempts at sex. Tyler finally told you that he wanted to wait a while before the whole ordeal. He mentioned he was inexperienced and he didn’t want to embarrass himself.

Totally accepting about his decision, you didn’t press on the subject anymore after that. Now was the night of the honeymoon, and you both had the honeymoon suite in the Four Seasons hotel in New York City all to yourselves.

You wondered if Tyler had conjured up enough courage to make a move yet. Both of you had just got to the suite, and your new husband was in the bathroom while you were clad in his white evening shirt. It hung a little loosely around your naked frame as you stood in the mirror, trying to fix your hair a bit. You wanted to look irresistible to hopefully egg him on.

The bathroom door opens and your gaze shoots from the mirror to the floor as you blush, but soon a hand is under your chin, bringing your head up. Your eyes meet Tyler’s. You still got butterflies when you two got intimate.

He strokes your cheek with his index finger knuckle softly, a small content smile resting on his lips.

“I can’t wait to make love to my beautiful wife for the first time.”

“You mean you’re ready now?” You ask, looking into his brown eyes for reassurance.

You’ve had some experience with past relationships, but this one with Tyler was more special than the rest. Well, it proved to be special- he did have your hand in marriage now.

Tyler nods in reply, a grin creeping up on his face as he grabs your hands and leads you towards the large king size bed. He falls on the white duvet and pulls you down with him, and you giggle. He was only in a plain white tee and boxers while you were only in his button up. The thin fabric left nothing to the imagination.

You straddled his waist, your hands still intertwined as you smile down at Tyler, your bangs falling in your face.

“I love you, Tyler Joseph.”

“And I love you, y/f/n Joseph.”

A pair of warm hands are on your cheeks, pulling your face downwards. Your lips meet sweetly, neither of you able to wipe your smiles off. Slipping your hands under his shirt, you tell Tyler to move towards the headboard.

You strip him of his shirt, kissing along his neck and collarbones while leaving marks on his tan skin. A sigh of content leaves his lips as you lightly trace his tattoos with your tongue. Tyler’s hands rest on your hips as yours rest on his thighs.

Trembling hands reach up to undo the buttons on your shirt, the opening fully exposing your chest.

You can feel his dark eyes drinking you in, memorizing every crease and crevice and imperfection. His teeth attach to his bottom lip as he lays you down and puts his hands beside your head. Hoisting himself up above you, he looks into your eyes for consent. You smile softly and nod as he kisses you again.

As he travels from your lips to the valley of your breasts, Tyler makes sure he’s making you feel good.

Though he was doing a fantastic job to you so far, he was still hesitant about if he was ready to touch you or not.

He makes sure to tell himself over and over that you’re completely fine with all of this before he starts to give your breasts some attention.

Chills scatter along your skin and a gasp hangs in your chest as your husband makes contact with your left nipple. His left hand massages the other one lightly as his tongue does laps around the area of flesh.

Your legs instinctively wrap around Tyler’s waist and pull him closer to you. The heat between your legs presses against his evident erection, causing a moan from your husband.

“Damn, you’re wet sweetheart,” he says lowly, moving to your other breast.

Rolling his hips to cause only a little friction, he locks your gaze with his in an asking manner. You nod your head again quickly, throwing it back against the duvet as his hips roll again.

A moan bubbles in the back of your throat and escapes as he picks up the pace.

“T-Tyler.”

He hums in response, kissing the sensitive skin where he left marks.

“Do you think you could, y'know?” You ask, motioning towards your core.

“Let me know if I’m doing it right, okay?”

You nod.

When a thumb makes contact with your clit, your hand automatically tangles in your husband’s hair. Another moan leaves your mouth as he circles your bundle of nerves quickly, Tyler’s light stubble tickling against your thighs.

He makes sure to kiss every inch of your bottom half, leaving the one area where you need the it most, alone. Several pleads fall from your lips on a whisper, heat beginning to pool in your stomach. You need Tyler and you needed him now.

“Baby please,” you whine.

Before you could reassure him it was okay, you feel his warm tongue dip into you. He presses his nose against your clit as he laps up your lust, and it brings stars to your eyes.

A loud moan leaves your mouth as a finger finds its way inside your folds, curling and moving in rhythm to Tyler’s tongue. For someone who had never really done this before, he was certainly doing a good job.

Your whole body was buzzing, and all you could think about was TylerTylerTyler.

“Are you ready baby?”

“I was born ready,” you say, a smile growing on Tyler’s face at your reply.

He slides his boxers off, tossing them where the other discarded clothes were. You reach for his hand as he leans down to kiss you, distracting you while he guides himself inside you.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, electricity shooting through your body as it lurches upward.

“You okay?”

You nod breathlessly, finally adjusting to his size.

“Move.”

Tyler’s hips roll slowly and damn, if you weren’t turned on before, you were now. You whispered for him to go faster, because you couldn’t trust your own voice at the moment.

He starts thrusting and it causes you to scream, a hand gripping the back of his neck. Tyler lifts your leg and rests it on your shoulder to get a better angle.

“I-I’m close,” you pant, and you feel his thrusts getting sloppy.

Your stomach burns as your orgasm reaches its depth, your nails dragging down your husband’s tan skin.

You ride out both of your highs, laughing when Tyler falls onto you. He wraps his arms around you and nestles his face into your neck.

“Where did you learn all that?”

“Josh gave me some tips at the bachelor party.”

“Bless him.”


-Bri