taken tonight

Dog Days Are Over

Summary: You were already having a bad day, and then in walks Mr. Perfect and his best friend’s puppy. Oh, and he needs you to hurry because he’s got a blind date tonight, and he’s really nervous.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2,993

Author’s Note: Do you know how long this has been in my drafts? Anyways, here’s more fluff. Sorry I’ve been the Ebeneezer Scrooge of fluff, but I can’t help it that I’m a cynical, angsty bitch who likes to make people suffer.

Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog

There were certain rules to being a veterinary technician.

Number one, waterproof mascara and eyeliner always! When the customer cries, you cry. Number two, carry a lint roller on you at all times; it’s best to get the pocket-sized one, because Mr. Twinkles sheds a lot! Number three, iron your scrubs! And it’s probably best to keep an extra pair in your car, because Mrs. Comier’s Jack Russell likes to pee on people.

Even though you knew these rules by heart, and you followed them every single day of your work-life, today was an exception. It was just one of those days that absolutely nothing- no matter how hard you tried- was going right. You were covered in fluffy cat hairs, Mrs. Comier’s Jack Russell peed on your leg twice, and you had run out of waterproof mascara; so when Mr. Langley brought in his thirteen year old Labrador to put her down, he cried, and so you cried, and in the end you looked like the raccoon that liked to sneak into the office dumpsters at closing.

Today just wasn’t your day.

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Replenish (Jimin AMBW Smut)

Sorry for the wait- here’s your request @tropicalwinchesters I hope you enjoy!

“Ughhhh.” You groaned softly as you leaned against the door with your body groggy and completely done with the day. You gripped at your keys dragging them slowly from your purse to stick them into the keyhole turning it slowly so that you could unlock the door. Your feet were throbbing from the long shift that you worked in your heels. Your job required you to dress the part and sometimes wear heels and today was one of those days. It felt like your feet had their own heart beat with each step you took into the house. Though you started off looking good your hair was becoming a big poof ball resulting in you putting it up in a bun as you tried to get through the day. Once you were inside of the house, you took off your shoes throwing them down onto the floor beside the door. You shut it before placing your purse on the couch as you walked through the front room towards the kitchen smelling the food aroma that filled the air. You could hear the distinct sizzle of the pan and a soft melodic laughter slipping from your lover’s lips as he listened to something on the television screen.

“Baby.” You called out weakly as your hands gripped onto the counter, you pulled out a chair to sit in, the bright light from the kitchen triggering a slight headache as you stare at the back of your lover. He was holding a fork in one hand poking at some meat in the pot, he had on baggy sweat pants and a long sleeve red shirt that showed off his biceps. He turned around to look at you tilting his head with a slight smile, his tanned skin glowing as he flashed his teeth. His dark brown hair falling into his eyes parted down the middle.

“Baby you look like shit.” He admitted softly trying to get you to laugh.

“Gee thanks baby you’re so encouraging.” The corner of your lips dropping down into a frown as you watched him. He clutched at his heart playfully as he gripped at a plate turning back around to fix food onto both plates, and moved to slid them into the oven. Once it was set he moved towards you, walking behind you he gripped at your shoulders giving them a deep squeeze causing you to let out a strangled cry from how good it felt for him to take away some of the tension there. Your shoulders seeming to match the throbbing of your feet.

“Someone had a hard day at work huh?” He asked softly pressing a kiss onto the back of your neck as his hands moved across your skin kneading and gripping onto your flesh. You nodded your head looking at the pan where the food had just been feeling your stomach tighten and ripple out a growl. “Do you want talk about it?” He asked softly and you shook your head huffing.

“No, I just really want to get over today and have some distractions.” You admitted as you tried to look up at him.

“Then.. Wait right here. And no touching the food.” Jimin warned stealing a kiss from your lips. And like that he was gone leaving you alone with your thoughts. Your fingers drummed against the table as you laid your chin against one of the palms of your hands. Your eyes skimmed from the stove to the television and back. Jimin’s words rung through your ears but your stomach was resisting the will for you to behave and head warnings.

“Stop looking.” Jimin joked as he trodden back into the kitchen going to the cabinet to grab at a clear wine glass for you. He sat it down on the counter before he opened the fridge to get out your favorite bottle of wine. He poured the red wine into the glass sliding it to you with a gentle smile on his lips. He waited for you to take a few sips before he was picking you up carrying you into the room. He let you hold onto him as he sat you down on the bed, he let you finish the wine as he started to push the upper half of your body back against the bed. He gripped at the tight pencil skirt you had on sliding it down your legs before he reached for your button up shirt. Undoing the buttons slowly, you watched him with hooded eyes feeling your want for him creep up but you were so damn tired. Jimin made sure to undo each button before he pushed the shirt over your shoulders letting it pool against your wrist. You finished off the glass of wine and he waited patiently for you to do so but once you were done he gripped at the glass sitting it down on the stand beside the bed. He stood you up to slid your panties down your legs and he moved to grip at your bra unsnapping it from behind you letting it slide off your shoulders. He picked you up bridal style, shutting the light off into your room turning your lamp on so that it was dim in the room. He carried you into the bathroom and a soft gasp left your lips. He had music playing in the bathroom from the stereo on the wall. There was a mix of red rose and vanilla scented candles that light up the room along the sink and the tub. The water had rose petals into it and bubbles that rose in different designs. Jimin smiled at you as he sat you down into the tub gently, letting you relax. He stripped off his shirt at first just sitting beside you, reaching over to take your hair down from the bun it was in. You released a soft groan and he just watched you as his hands rubbed at your scalp.

“Does it feel good?” He asked softly and you nodded your head, leaning into his touch with your eyes finally dropping closed. He pulled back after some time to grab at a towel letting the water get onto it, he lifted it up to squeeze the water and let it cascade down onto your hair wetting it. You smiled gratefully as he took care of you dampening your hair. He moved to get the shampoo, getting on his knees he poured some into your hair letting it lather up before he started to wash it. He made sure to scrub and get the soap all over your head making sure to clean your hair before he rinsed it and put conditioner next. He had been with you for so long he knew how to take care of your hair better than you did sometimes. He smiled lovingly at you pressing a kiss against your lips as he soaped up a towel next starting to wash your body off. His touches were soft and gentle the cloth moving down the valley of your breast and over your stomach. He lifted your legs up washing them off one by one, before he sat them back down and let the towel get wet once again before he started to rinse your body off. Once he was done he was going to leave but you reached out for him opening your eyes with a pout.

“Sit with me and relax? I want daddy..” You mumbled slightly looking into the water. Sometimes you just needed to be taken care of and tonight was one of those nights. Jimin nodded his head, stripping off his clothes he moved to crawl into the tub behind you pulling you onto his lap. You sat in a quiet silence just listening to music and vibing together. The steam rose off both of your bodies as the hot water enveloped your skin. Jimin let his wet hands lift to rub soothing circles into your hips as he started to talk to you about everything and nothing all at once.

His voice had gotten deeper due to the relaxed state he was in while he was with you. His hands moved across your stomach so that he could press the pads of his fingers harder into your skin loving the groans and mewls he was eliciting from your lips. His hands trailed lower to your thighs, he was on a roll making sure he was touching the spots that made your body react with little litters of goosebumps. He hummed softly leaning down to start and pepper kisses along your jaw until he was letting his lips rest against your neck. He inhaled your scent, loving being this close to you he realized how needy he was for you in this exact moment. His hands started to wander, his legs lifted your up and parted your thighs, his fingers moving to dance across the insides of your thighs massaging the skin there. He let his fingers start at the skin against your knees before he trailed them higher up your thighs right against your heat on either side but he never once touched you were he knew you were starting to want him the most.

“Jimin.” You groaned softly and he shook his head swiping his tongue across your neck.

“Patience kitten.” He cooed out as he slid his hand back down your legs and once again back towards the inside of your thighs. His hands were becoming bolder in movements. Sliding up from your thighs to the lower part of your stomach he let his nails slightly drag across your bottom stomach and you shuddered moving around his lap softly. He let his tongue drag across your pulse point, one of his hands moving to dip down and press against your pussy causing you to gasp in pleasure.

“Jimin, please.” You whined out, wanting it but not wanting to be exhausted.

“Let daddy help replenish you.” He muttered hotly against your ear, a smile curling on his lips. His hand covered the area of your pussy, one hand rested against your lower stomach as he let his hand move up and down the whole length of your pussy, teasing it and playfully dipping his finger down between your lips only to pull his fingers out. He teased your pussy a bit more before his hands were pressing down against your clit. He let the pads of his fingers rub against your pert bud, chuckling to himself at how your juices slipped into the water. Your eyes drifted shut as your hips pressed against his hand, trying to meet his motions with little thrusts of his hips, you could feel your lust slowly build up as he rubbed at your pussy. Jimin was great at pushing your buttons. He knew your body well and knew when you would tick from the right things especially when you were tired. His fingers slowly slid down your slit as he spread your pussy lips wide to let the hot water press against you. Your hips jolted and Jimin slapped your pussy lightly before he let his middle finger slowly circle around your entrance. You bit on your bottom lip tilting your head slightly to feel his tongue on your skin more. He pushed in his finger slowly, pushing it until he made sure his knuckle was buried deep inside of you. Your mouth parted to let his name roll off your lips softly. He started to pull it out of your pussy dragging it slowly against your walls before he pushed it back in. Your hips pushed back against his lap and grinded against his finger every time he entered it inside of you. He slipped in his ring finger next, just letting the both of them sit inside of you. He was stretching you out, but in his own way as he held his fingers there.

“Jimin!” You whined out looking at him. He gave you one look that made you shut up your protest as you looked off pouting.

“Fuck, you’re so cute when you’re needy.” He teased as he fingered you slowly, scissoring his fingers in and out of you, making a come-hither motion inside of your pussy. You enjoyed the feeling of his fingers pushing deep inside of your pussy, your hips rolling around in a circle. “Do you like it when I touch you here baby girl? Do you like how I finger your pussy?” He questioned softly as he added another finger inside of you, his free hand moving up to cup your breast. He let his fingers pinch at your nipples before he started to roll his fingers over the flesh his fingers grazing at your nipples. Your body was becoming on fire, little hitches of your breath left your lips as he pleasured you in the tub. The water cascaded down your thighs as you bucked your hips up against his hands. Jimin pushed his thick fingers deeper, using his wrist to flick his fingers deeper inside of you pressing right against your spot.

“Fuck Jimin- shit right there.” Your hand moved to grip at his hair, pulling on the locks he was eager to pound his fingers inside of you adding another finger letting all four stretch inside of you.

“Damn look at how your pussy is taking my fingers. It seems you’re being a little greedy girl tonight. We will have to do something about that.” Jimin promised biting on your earlobe pulling onto the flesh. He moved to press his thumb against your clit, rubbing it in a circle as he continued to thrust his fingers into your tight pussy and you were on edge. Your free hand moving to grip at the tub as the other hand continued to hold onto Jimin’s hair. His dark locks feeling good to grab at as your orgasm started to swim in the pit of your stomach.

“Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me? Are you going to let me feel your cum all over my fingers?” He asked and you nodded eagerly as your hips jerked harder against his thrusts. In a matter of seconds, you were cumming on his fingers your back arching as your body locked up, your juices slipping out to mix into the water and onto Jimin’s fingers. He growled softly feeling the wetness and how tightly you were wrapping around his digits. He let you ride out your orgasm until you were done, he pulled out his fingers slowly, pressing them against your lips you parted them to suck and slurp on his digits cleaning them.

“Look at that. That’s right baby girl get them nice and fucking clean.” You heard him whisper to you, feeling his hard dick against the crack of your ass excited you more and you couldn’t help but grind back against him, trying to edge him on. He pulled his fingers from your lips slowly before he turned you around, you looked down at him with hazy eyes your hands moving to rest on his broad shoulders. Jimin wrapped your legs around his waist as he gripped at the base of his cock to rub it up and down your soaking pussy lips.

“Look at how hard you’ve made me. Fuck you’ve made daddy so hard.” He groaned as he pushed you down onto his lap letting his thick shaft slip past your entrance. He stretched you out, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him close as he started to lift you off his shaft before he slid you back down onto his cock. Your hands gripped at his hair at the nape of his neck playing with the soft strands as you helped him out, grinding your hips back and circling it every time your hips met one by one.

“You make daddy feel so good. Your pussy feels so good around my cock. You always make me feel so good kitten. I love your pussy, I love being buried inside of you. Let me take your stress. Let it go and enjoy me.” He muttered against your ear as he thrust up against you. His hands moved to grip at your ass helping you grind against him as he did the same. The water started to splash and spill onto the floor creating puddles around the both of you as Jimin took you slowly. He looked around at the candles that were melting and though they were all in place holders he didn’t want to risk the water blowing them out. He picked you up slowly, holding your body as he let the water continue to splash. Your legs wrapping around his waist he carried you out of the tub and walked slowly through the bathroom until he was pressing you down onto the bed.

He looked down at you kissing your lips before he buried his face in your neck his hands gripping at the sheets beside your head. He let his legs spread out to press down against the sheets, your legs draped around his lower back as the heels of your feet pressed into his lower back. He started to grind deep into you giving you long deep strokes. He didn’t fuck you, it was more like he was making love to you, your hands clung onto him, fingers dragging across his wet skin. It was hard to dig your nails into his skin but you tried for dear life. Your head moved to rest back against the sheets of your shared bed. Your hips continued to thrust up against his, you were impatient but you tried to let him take the slow pace, his hand moving down to rub against your clit slowly, your hips started to buck faster against his and he complied moving to push your hips down into the bed rutting into you. His fingers moved faster on your clit, tapping and pressing against the wetness as it soaked out his fingers. He groaned as he felt your walls starting to clamp down around his shaft like a vice. He was becoming a bit rougher with his thrusts moving to lean his head down to suck on your breast, tugging on your pert nipples with his teeth, he let his tongue press against the puckered bud and he enveloped as much into his mouth as he could. Your hands gripped at his hair pulling him closer as your hips ground against each other.

“Please harder daddy. Please keep it there.” You begged out to him, and he continued to snap his hips against yours.

“Come on, cum for me. Let me feel your juices on my dick. I want to feel it all.” Jimin softly cooed against your ear with a hazy voice. You did as told, making sure that you wrapped your pussy around his dick as tight as you could. You met your orgasm cumming on his shaft, as he rubbed your clit but he didn’t stop there he continued to slap at your pussy and rub it harder, causing you to ultimately squirt and cum again as he filled you to the brim with his cum. He picked you up and pulled you into his lap, the sheets were wet from your bodies and the juices from your pussy. Jimin held you and kissed on your skin. Marking your neck and collarbones with hickeys as he bounced you harshly on his lap. Your head was tilted back and broken sobs of pleasure left your lips as he fucked into you. You didn’t think you could cum again, your pussy was sore but you gave into him and let him do what he wanted. Soon you were cumming on his shaft once more and he helped you ride it out holding you close.

“Good girl. So fucking good.” He cooed out letting his lips kiss against yours. He nuzzled your nose before he laid backwards with you on his lap stroking at your hair.

“How do you feel now baby?” He asked softly biting on his bottom lip as he watched you.

“I feel replenished and like I can get a good night sleep now.” You teased with a light yawn shutting your eyes and holding onto him.

“Well, since tomorrow is your day off I’m going to feed you. And then we are going to see if I can get you to black out from how much I’m going to fuck you.” He promised playing in your hair

you know that bit in the film adaptation of prisoner of azkaban where the full moon comes out and sirius gets so Extra and desperate and also like really Gay 

sirius: [rushes over to remus WHO IS LITERALLY TURNING!!!!!]

sirius: remus, my old friend!!!!!! have you taken your potion tonight?

remus, inwardly: WHAT DO YOU THINK, DUMBASS

remus, outwardly: [literally cannot do anything but Turn]

sirius: [grabs remus, wraps his arms around him, their chests flush against each other] YOU KNOW THE MAN YOU TRULY ARE 

remus: [obviously knows the man he is, obviously cannot respond to sirius’ ridiculous rambling because he IS TURNING] 

sirius: THIS HEART IS WHERE YOU TRULY LIVE [pushes his hand against remus’ chest desperately as if the power of his love can somehow stop all of this from happening] THIS HEART HERE 

remus: [is now a foot taller than sirius and is Struggling not to hurt him]

sirius: THIS!!! FLESH!!!! IS!!! ONLY!!!! FLESH!!!!!! [continues to keep his arms wrapped around remus as he keeps turning] REMUS!!!! 

remus: [howls, turns completely into The Wolf, flings sirius high into the air] 

me: hello 911 yes sirius black is a Gay Fool 

on being unprepared

on this day 8 (eight!) years ago I had a baby in the bathroom after uttering the immortally stupid words “there’s something between my legs!” You have to understand that I had never had a baby before so I didn’t have any point of comparison and the midwife who came over during the night when my waters broke thought it would take HOURS longer than it did, hence my surprise. “We’ll be there in a few minutes,” she said on the phone when I explained that I thought I was pushing, but by the time she got there my mum & partner had already done the delivery honours and I was sitting blinking on the bathroom floor, holding a baby wrapped in a beach towel and wondering what had just happened. (I’d had a baby, obviously, but making a new person is quite hard to take in before breakfast.) 

And today that baby is EIGHT and got a skateboard for her birthday and is generally brilliant, so if a person as blatantly unprepared for parenthood as I was in 2009 can keep a tiny defenseless human being alive for 8 entire years (8 ENTIRE YEARS) then I am here to tell you that you, too, can do the thing, whatever the thing you feel unprepared for is! Just have a beach towel handy! Try not to say anything really stupid because your mum will keep telling the story for the rest of her life and you’ll wish you hadn’t sounded like such a village idiot! But honestly just wing it, no one’s caught me out yet and I have a mortgage and a job and 2 kids (the second one is still alive too!) and everything

if m*tt m*rtin is such a great player and worth his salary for putting up a whopping 9 points and embarrassing himself by trying to fight chara, then explain to me why vegas wouldn’t have taken him even if he WAS available 

Taehyung Scenario: No One Else’s.

Request: jealous werewolf tae!!!! something close to his real personality! we just found his mate and is protective aronund her! LOVE AND HATE RELATIONSHIP!!!!!🔥🔥🔥❤️❤️❤️❤️

Genre: Romance / Drama.


Taehyung growled for what it seemed like the millionth time. You were walking down the street towards the subway and you were having a hard time handling him, he glared horribly to anyone who stared at you for a little bit too long, his arm was around your waist protectively, pulling you towards him in a possessive manner you couldn’t decide if it was annoying or hot as hell. Because really, one part of your brain was screaming at you to push that hand away and tell him very stubbornly you didn’t need that and the other was telling to inch more to him, enjoying all the contact possible.

You were coming home from college and this was your second time doing this itinerary with him, usually, you’d do it by yourself, but since days ago, since your twenty one birthday, everything had changed.
You were going to go downstairs so he had to let go of your waist but as soon as he did you saw his hand extended to you, big hands with pretty long fingers. You stared at it for a moment and Taehyung sighed.

-Please-

You took his hand, not being able to refuse him, it was so weird to feel like this for someone who at any other chance you wouldn’t be even looking at, a long time ago when you hadn’t even found out you were mates you had thought Taehyung could be someone to you, but then things changed, but in your last birthday things had changed again. 

The subway was full, as it was the time when everyone was returning home from school or work, there was no place to sit, just could just stand, barely fitting inside. It was uncomfortable as you had been through this little hell before, but right now you were focusing thinking about that, as unbearable as the crowded train car was, Taehyung was the one making it all difficult.

As soon as he saw how crowded it was he pushed you into the train until your back was against a wall, you glared at him but he only smirked which made you sigh but not move. You couldn’t, and as embarrassing as it was for your own pride you realized you didn’t want to, he towered in front of you not letting you see anything besides him, you didn’t want to look at his face but your eyes drifted along his body anyways, the flannel he was wearing that left exposed a tiny bit of the skin of his chest, his shoulders, then his elegant neck, his strong jawline, that stupid cute nose and those eyes, you had always loved his eyes, sometimes mischievous with all the playfulness inside of him, sometimes rogue with other kind of mischief. 

The train moved harshly and someone pushed him making you be even closer, your bodies stuck together and you had to fist your hands to restrain the need to put your arms around his neck. You wanted to be even closer, because he awoke in you the most carnal of feelings, because he was your mate and be close to him was all your body and soul truly craved.

-Hold onto me if you want- he offered like reading your thoughts.

You bit your lip and looked away, but with your left hand you held his hand.

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anonymous asked:

okay so i have a request, but i was hoping you could get creative with it... so i wanted a fic where the reader and josh gradually start to get distant because of tour life and everything, and it just shows overtime them getting further and further apart, but then end up happy in the end?? hope this makes sense :)

JOSH DUN FIC

There’s something comforting about an unmade bed. An unorganized pile of crumbled covers and dipped pillows, pulled together so the sleepers’ faces can be very close to each other. Your favorites are all the beds you and Josh slept in.  It always took you days to make the sheets up after Josh had left; in some way, seeing the remains of what he had slept in, made it almost feel like he was still there. Maybe just taking a shower, having just gotten up. You inhale his scent from his pillow and runs your hand softly down the blanket. It’s not warm anymore, no one’s slept in it for days now.

The dial tone seems to go on forever until the call is finally picked up.

“Hi babe,” Josh sounds cheerful, and a little louder than normal. “What’s up?”

You can hear loud voices and glasses clinking on the background, mixed with vague hints of a booming bass. “Nothing, just wanted to hear your voice,” you clear your throat. “What are you up to?”

“Going wild on a Friday,” Josh chuckles, “hanging with the guys, we’ll probably head out in a bit. Mark’s running late, just waiting on him.”

You’re looking at your shared closet in the Columbus house, sitting on the floor in the middle of piles of clothes you just don’t seem to be able to take care of.  You stare at the clock, trying to calculate what time it was in Amsterdam.

You smile a little, picking at the strings of your hoodie. “Glad you’re having a good time.”

“Would be better if you were here. I think you owe me an explicit run-through of what you’re wearing right now, babe.” The smirk in Josh’s voice is audible.

You chuckle. “The hoodie you got me from the ice cream shop.”

“The one with the cow on the front?  Sexy,” Josh mocks. “Isn’t it too warm for that?”

“No, it’s… I’m just sitting on the closet floor and I found this and it smelled like you, so I thought I’d just wear it for a bit.”

“Ugh,” Josh groans, “I wore it like ages ago. It’s probably smells awful, you should just wash it.”

You feel a twinge of embarrassment, “I, I don’t want to wash you off though.”

The background noise quiets down on the other end of the line, and you can hear the sound of a door opening and closing. “Babe, are you ok?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, “just, I don’t know.”

Josh hums comfortingly. “Are you doing anything fun today?”

“Probably just trying to get some homework done, don’t really want to leave the house.”

“Love, do you want me to come home?”

“You can’t really just up and fly across the world,” you say.

“You know I would if I could. I’m sure I can take up flying and ace it in like, max twenty minutes.”

“I’m sure you could,” you smile. You don’t think there’s anything Josh couldn’t do.

You stay silent for a while, listening to each other breathing. It makes you feel better, Josh knows. You guess it’s the same for Josh, too.

“Ok,” you say after a while. “Got my fix. Feeling better. Go and have fun.”

“And what are you going to do?” his voice is very soft.

“I’ll figure something out, maybe I’ll call my mom.”

“That’s more like it.”

“I’ll see you next week.”

“Love you.”

“Love you, Josh.”

“Do you ever wonder what it’s like for other people?” Josh muses as he’s flicking through the channels, sitting on the floor between your legs.  The two of you are savoring the final hours Josh had at home.  He headed out in the morning.  

“Wonder what what’s like?” you continue to rub Josh’s neck.

“Like, relationships. Being normal. Me not traveling around all the time.”

You move your hand down a bit, starting to work on the knots on Josh’s shoulder. “Do you?” you ask, avoiding the question.

“I don’t know… Just, don’t you think it’s a bit sad?”

“What?”

“That only being together once in a while is normal for us.”

“I like the way we are,” you try to smile. “I think we’re good. And the traveling and stuff is just out of our control, I think as a couple we’re pretty normal, probably like better than most, just our situation is a bit…” you can’t figure out a good word.

“Abnormal,” Josh nods. “Yeah, you’re right. Just would be nice sometimes to not be quite so, far I guess.”

“Ooh,” you coo, “you want to hold my hand more, don’t you?”

“Shut up,” Josh laughs as he leans his head back in your lap. “That may be a little true.”

You smile as you cup his face in your hands and bend over to plant a kiss on his lips, “Me too.”

Josh beams. “You want to show me off,” he pokes your thigh, “I’m like a classy trophy wife.”

“Hardly, “ you say laughing, “though you do brush up well when you’re not embarrassing.”

Josh’s wide grin turns into a fake frown impressively quickly. “You think I’m embarrassing?”

“Of course you are, but I gotta hand it to you, even when you’re falling all over the place, no one does it quite as impressively as you do.”

“Compliment accepted,” Josh smiles as he pulls you into another kiss.

Josh sits down slowly, and starts to go through the pictures on your camera. One catches his attention and he shows it to you. “This would be nice to hang on the wall.”

It’s a picture of you two, from last Spring, when you’d gone hiking on a hot day and there was so much pollen in the air.  You remember your eyes had been streaming non-stop. You’re pictured from the side, faces turned to each other, you were laughing – your dimple is visible – at something Josh had said.  You both look happy and carefree.

You agree. A week later, when Josh is in Los Angeles, you put the wall art on the bedroom wall, opposite your bed.

“Can you put your phone away, please?” you ask irritated when you come to bed. “The light keeps me awake.”

Josh doesn’t say anything, but turns his phone off and puts it on the nightstand.

“You know I don’t like having phones in bed,” you sigh, trying to find a relaxing position.

“I know, sorry.” Josh is sincerely sorry. This isn’t the first time his inability to put his phone down is causing words.

“What were you even doing?”

“Just, looking at things,” Josh turns to his side, his back to you.

“What things?” you ask after a while.

“Just things. It doesn’t matter.”

You scoot closer, caressing your fingers along his lower back. “Hey.”

Josh turns to look over his shoulder, and even in the dark of their bedroom, he can make out your kind eyes looking at him. “Hey,” he whispers back and turns around to face you.

“Don’t look at that stuff, love. You know people are idiots. They don’t know anything.”

“I guess…,”he mumbles.

“No, babe, you know it’s not true. People say awful things and it says more about them than it does about you, or me, us, anything”

“I just-“ Josh sighs and bites his lip. “It’s like everyone is just expecting me to fail. Like they can’t wait for me to fuck up, so they can laugh at me. Like I’m a joke.”

“Babe,” you pull him closer, “they’re idiots. And you’re not a joke. And you won’t fail. You’re brilliant.”

“But what if I’m not,” Josh lets out a shaky breath.

“You’re amazing, Josh, I’ve seen you. You worked fucking hard for the things you’ve done and you wouldn’t have done the things you have if anyone important thought you were shit. Which you absolutely are not.”

Josh smiles and he reaches out to brush some longer strands behind your ear. “I have all the faith in you, too.” He snuggles in closer until he’s pressed against your skin, placing a small kiss on your collar bone. “I love how your skin is always warm.”

The party was a drag. Not only did Josh have to practically drag you the entire way there, but once you arrived, it took all of three minutes for him to wander off.  He was off mingling, leaving you in the corner of an unfamiliar house with unfamiliar people scattered all around.  You caught sight of him once or twice, each time he was getting his ear talked off to by some uppity executive or manager.  

You were fuming by the time he finally was ready to leave.

“I don’t get why you’re so upset,” Josh says on your drive back home.

“Just forget it,” you say through gritted teeth, you were not in the mood to discuss.

“I can’t apologize if I don’t know what I even did wrong.”

You continue to stare out the window as the night passed by.

When you were finally curled up in bed, Josh snuggled close, his forehead pressed up against yours.  

“I’m sorry I got taken away tonight, I missed you.”

You’ve gotten a chance to cool off and he just seems so sincere, so you nod, indicating your approval.  

“Can I kiss you now?”

You lean in and kiss him discreetly, trying to ignore the way he even had to ask.

You have sex that night to try to make up for it all.

But it turns out to be awful.

You’re taking a shower after and you’ve never felt further away from Josh, who’s waiting in bed. You scrub yourself, still prickling uncomfortably from this strange, unfamiliar touch of Josh’s skin. You wrap yourself in your bathrobe before going to the bedroom.  

You don’t want to be naked in front of Josh right now.

“I feel like you’re erasing me from your life.”

“Excuse me?”

“I just feel like, I’m not a part of your plans anymore.”

“When have I ever not included you in my plans? When have I ever done anything without checking with you first?”

“But, you keep…”

“No. I’m not pushing you away, it’s you who keeps falling away from me.”

“Doesn’t feel like I have any space by your side anymore.”

“And at this point, it’s like you don’t even want me to try to reach out, you’ve decided that I’m erasing you from my life and that’s it, done and dusted, fucking sorted.”

“It’s not fucking sorted, stop putting words in my mouth.”

“Stop blaming me for things I’m not doing!”

A door bangs shut.

You’re staring at the name on your contact list and realize you actually feel nervous. You haven’t felt nervous about calling Josh since probably the very first call you ever made.

“It’s your Josh,” you mutter to yourself and press the green button.

“Hello,” he picks up, sounding croaky.

“Hi,” you’re happy to find the nervousness leaves your mind at the sound of his voice. “What are you doing on your day off?”

“Still in bed,” he yawns.

You frown and look at the clock, making quick calculations. “Josh, it’s like six at night.”

“I suppose so,” Josh says apathetically. “Oh well.”

You can feel the nerves starting to creep back. “You must be hungry.”

“Not really.”

“When was the last time you ate? How long have you been sleeping?”

Josh ponders. “I had something yesterday. I think I had some cereal.”

“But what about a proper dinner?”

“Jesus, what is this? You’re not a nurse doing a check-up.”

You try not to get offended. “I just want to make sure you’ve slept and eaten.”

“I have eaten, and I have slept, like, for almost 20 hours, thanks mom,” his voice is snappy. “Was there anything else? Does your form have any more questions that needs answers?”

“Josh.” your voice is quiet, soft, a gentle tug.

Josh sniffs and coughs. “Fine. Sure. I’m great.  Everything’s great.”

“Okay.”

You exit out of the airline tab on your computer, forgetting all about the overpriced flight you were planning on taking to surprise Josh.

You both still have fun, on some days, of course you do. On days where it’s just you, with nothing to do but spend time together, being carefree, on days when, over a lazy breakfast, Josh asks you if you want to go on an adventure. And you go, drive around aimlessly to a random direction based on chance. You find a hidden little pond in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by thick trees and you go skinny dipping, and then find a sketchy looking café and have take out.

“We should go on a vacation,” you suggest, sitting on the hood of the car.

Josh looks up at you, in a way you can’t quite read. “Vacation?”

“Yeah, like today. Just leave everything for a while.”

“Y/N,” Josh starts slowly and looks down, “that’s not a good idea.”

“What?”

His eyes meet yours. “Like, going away doesn’t solve anything.”

Your mouth flinches. “Did you not have fun today?”

“I did, of course I did,” Josh chooses his words wisely. “I just don’t think it’d be a good idea. To like, go away and then come back while everything here, in real life, remains the same. I don’t think we should go before it ends.”

“Before what ends?” you can feel your chest tightening, you’re not sure you want to hear the answer.

“This… thing, between us. It’s obvious we have issues.”

You nod, biting your lip. “But, like, we’ll fix it, won’t we? We’ll fix us.”

Josh nudges your shoulder with his. “We will. We’ll fix us so well and then, as a reward, we’ll go for the best holiday ever.  To Jamaica or something.” He squeezes your hand.

You squeeze back. “I can work with that.”

“We’ll figure this out, I know we will, we always do.”

The drive back home is quiet, both of you deep in your thoughts, but this time, the silence doesn’t feel so loud.

“What is all of this?” Josh asks as he sees the table set with candles and china.  

“Just a surprise,” you smile as you lead him to the kitchen and put a plate of steaming food in front of him.

You feel a little nervous. “Taste it.”

Josh inhales the divine smell of something hearty and rustic, reminding him of something he can’t quite pinpoint.

“This is my grandmother’s recipe,” he says quietly.

“I know.”

“She didn’t… She said it was a secret and no one else had it.”

“I know.”

Their eyes meet and Josh smiles, letting out a wet chuckle. “You did good, love.”

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“I think… I think we should really talk now.”

“Look, I’m so sorry about the stuff I said, it was so uncalled for, I was being an asshole.”

You shake your head. “No, me too, I think we both were being… not good.”

“Apologies?”

“Apologies,” you nod.

“Come sit with me.” Josh says.

You both sit down on the sofa, leaving some space between them but not as much as they could’ve.

“Sometimes… I feel like your tour life is taking more time and energy than it should. And it’s time and energy away from me.”

Josh looks surprised. “Seriously? Really, Y/N?”

You shrug. “It’s… Like it’s just a lot.”

“I know it’s a lot, I’m living it.”

“But I’m living it too, that’s just it.”

“You said you were fine with everything, don’t try to claim I didn’t check every tour, every interview, everything with you. You were totally on board when it all started.”

“I’m allowed to change my mind. I changed my mind. It’s fucking awful and I hate it.”

“How do you want me to fix it then?”

You say nothing.

“You know this isn’t something I can fix. I can’t just stop this all from happening now.”

“I know,” you say.

“Like, I’m on tour now. You changed your mind but it doesn’t have an effect, like sorry you feel like shit but there is literally nothing I can do about it.”

“I said I know! I’m not expecting you to change anything.”

“Well great, that’s helpful,” Josh mutters.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” Josh looks like a pouting child. “You always have things to complain about but no solutions.  What do you want me to do?  Quit the band?  Quit my job?”

“I didn’t say that.”

You stare at each other, neither willing to step back. The air is filled with electricity, almost, and as much as you absolutely hate confrontation, you know this all has to be said.  Speaking your mind finally feels like it’s fixing this weird rut you’d fallen into.

“So to recap,” you finally say. “I’m pissed off at you for things I initially agreed to but now don’t like, but things you can’t change, and not because you don’t want to.”

“Seems so,” Josh grits his teeth. “And I’m pissed off at you for changing your mind and offering no helpful solutions.”

“Great,” you nod.

“What a team we make,” he says.

You sigh heavily. “You can say that again.”

“What a team we make.”

“Shut up,” you smirk. “Ok. I hate your stupid fucking tour and some of the people around you are absolute dicks.”

“I hate that you won’t quit school to come on tour with me.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

“So basically we’re angry for each other and not at each other.”

“Seems so.”

“Does it help if I say, I love you and I want the best for you? I’m sorry.”

Josh nods solemnly, “I’m sorry, too.”

“Maybe we should just have weekly, scheduled fights, where it’s acceptable to call each other twats and judge our life choices and just get it all out in the open.”

“And talk shit about everyone else.”

“Especially that.”

Josh opens his arms, gesturing for you to come cuddle.

“You’re my life, Y/N. You know I’ll always have your back.”

“You’re my life,” you smile. “I’ll always be here for you, too.”

“I don’t want you to think that, I’m like, not so fucking proud of everything you do. With school and your degree.”

“I know you are.”

“And like, I know you’re proud of the things I do.”

“I am, babe, so proud.”

“I’m your biggest fan. And you’re mine, I know. And I think I probably forget that for a little bit in the middle of everything.”

Josh is picking on the sleeve of your sweater. “I think… We both forgot, for a bit. And, like, stopped talking. I don’t want to ever, ever, feel that disconnection again.”

“Me neither,” Josh kisses the top of your head. “Come on, let’s go connect.”

You feel a bit like crying, maybe. They’d been wrapped around each other for what feels like hours now. It’s deep, it’s slow, it feels like reconnecting from head to toe and mind to heart. The release you finally feel leaves you shivering after.

Later, laying with your foreheads pressed together, eyes locked, Josh is petting your hair, occasionally closing his eyes from the tickling pleasure of your finger tracing his cheekbones, his eyebrows, down his nose, his lips, up his jaw line and down again.

“Thank you for coming back to me,” you whisper. “I don’t want to be so far from you anymore.”

Josh smiles softly.

You set the date for June 3rd, an exact year after Josh gets down on one knee.  You chose a lovely place, by a lake – rustic but not too over the top romantic.

It had been a wonderfully, sunny, Tuesday afternoon, such an inconvenient day of the week, but your families were there. Josh had taken your hand before they walked down to the minister, and he hadn’t let go until you were outside, birds chirping in the surrounding trees, doing rounds of hugging their parents and siblings, tissues passed around with delighted laughter and words of happiness.

Instead of a huge reception, you decided on a small get together at home, with plenty of delicious home-made food and never-ending drinks, with everyone staying for the night and no obligations for the following day. There were Chinese lanterns and fairy lights hanging down everywhere.

“This is so perfect.” your eyes met Josh’s.  “This is my favorite day, ever, and you’re my favorite person, ever,” you whispered to your husband.

Later in the evening, the sky had suddenly turned menacingly grey and opened with huge, heavy raindrops. Josh’s sisters had been screaming, trying to cover their hairdos and delicate dresses, everyone going for whatever they needed to save quickly and get inside, people bumping into each other and getting drenched.

But you and Josh stayed behind, kissing in the rain, getting soaked together.

2

Shoes in hand, purse under your arm you were tip-toeing across the dark, wooden floorboards careful to not be heard or seen.

The Mikaelson’s were mighty over-protective. You were a powerful witch who according to your coven betrayed them, when you helped heal Kol after he got badly injured. Since then you had been under house protection due to the fear your coven were going to retaliate.

Heading towards your room, the light switched on.

“Out all night, what a scandal”. Kol got up from the chair and blocked your path.

Shoving him to the side all you wanted was bed. “Not in the mood Kol”.

He stubbornly followed and leaned against the door frame, as he watched you set down the shoes and purse.

“Neither am I, darling. What were you thinking being out all night, New Orleans is far from safe”. He lectured.

Throwing your hands up, this was all you heard ever since saving Kol’s life and moving into the compound. It was a split second decision and now it was affecting your entire life.

“I’m a big girl and a powerful witch, I can handle myself”. You got up and walked over to the dresser. Kol was behind you in a matter of seconds and put both hands either side.

“You could of bloody died Y/N, your coven could of taken the chance tonight to wipe you out for siding with us”.

His voice sparked shivers and even though you didn’t want to believe it, Kol had a point. Your coven was extremely mad and made their feelings perfectly clear.

Turning around, Kol caressed your cheek. “Darling, I know being stuck in this house isn’t ideal. Trust me I understand what it feels like to suffocated in a tight space. So the next time you want to have a night out, I’ll be more than happy to accompany you”.

Apart of you always wondered why you decided to go against everything you were taught and save an Original vampire. But recently, even in this moment, you knew why. There was something about Kol Mikaelson that was undeniably alluring, and you couldn’t allow him to die without knowing more about him.

Licking your bottom lip, you stared into his warm, chocolate brown eyes. “Why do you care so much about my safety?”. It wasn’t want you actually planned to ask or say, but it was what your mind so desperately wanted to know.

“Why did you care so much about whether or not I lived or died?”. He dodged your question with one of his own. Smart move? Perhaps, but you found it incredibly annoying.

Grabbing him by the shirt, he didn’t shy away from kissing you back. Vamping the both of you to the bed, Kol’s shirt was now discarded on the floor and his lips wasted no time making contact with your neck.

Hips moving together in perfect motion, bed rocking from side to side. The instant heat and need for each other kept building. The pleasure came in waves and Kol’s name easily rolled off your tongue all throughout the night.

The morning shone through and to your surprise Kol was still sleeping beside you. Last night came back in flashes and your body tingled at each memory.

“If the coven was mad before, they’ll definitely be pissed now”. Kol smirked and kissed your shoulder. His morning voice a complete turn on.

Running a hand down his bare chest. “Let them, I rather be known as a traitor then always be bitter and refuse to change. My coven is stuck in the old ways and I don’t want to be like them. Besides I can’t help that a certain Original vampire caught my eye”.

Kol’s arms sneaked around your waist, leaving no gap. “The Mikaelson charm, works every time”. All of a sudden his face became serious. “No matter what, I won’t let your coven hurt you, darling”.

Smiling, you leaned in to kiss him. To feel those lips again.

Even though your coven greatly disapproved of the decision, for you it was one you’d gladly make again.

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