You know, people love to say that opposites attract. And maybe that’s why I tried so hard to make us work. The girl who measures two teaspoons of sugar to put in her tea and the boy with calloused palms, climbing every mountain he can because he likes the way the stars look when nothing is in their way. Frothy milk and adrenaline. We looked like idiots together. You at my charity dinners in a poorly tailored sport coat. Five o'clock shadow. Bad jokes. And me scaling the rock climbing wall with slippery hands. Two feet above ground. A loose cotton dress. But laughing. Both of us always laughing. At me and you and this stupid world for working in a way that let the two of us need each other so desperately. Opposites. You’re damn right they attract.
But attraction and commitment were never the same thing. Maybe you always knew that. And that’s why you laughed. Because you knew that one day, your girl would stand on Everest. Scream to the stars. Drink her coffee black. But me, I’m still learning. Learning as you tell we want different things. Learning as you drop off every piece of myself I’ve left at your place, nothing folded, the toothbrush tangled with hairs. Learning as I sit here writing about the boy who bounced from cliff tops to see the stars and the girl whose feet never left the ground, whose eyes only ever knew how to watch him walk into clouds and disappear altogether.
okay but jon and sansa are two of the best characters to watch interact like I know I’m biased but oh lord just the way sansa feels comfortable and safe enough around jon to openly disagree with him and doesn’t shy away from arguments when they’re with him says so much like have we ever really heard sansa have a loud open argument with someone since s1?? it shows so much trust that she can share her opinions with him instead of keeping them bottled up like she does around every other character and jon the broody military man just turns into the happiest man alive when he’s with sansa like his smiles are so carefree and his eyes are so so soft you can just tell that for a moment he’s free of the darkness that hangs over him and that light just comes over the whole scene like whether it’s romantic or not or ever becomes canon I just adore who jon and sansa are around each other more than anything
Hi~ me again haha! Thanks for last time :) I had fun reading that AU! This time can I request different occupation AUs? Like the Florist and Wedding planner one. Thank you very very much! <33
Thanks for this request! I absolutely adore this AU! It’s so cute!
Florist and Wedding Planner AU series by ingthing, Gen, 26k (WIP) An Alternate Universe in which Victor Nikiforov is a renown wedding planner, and Yuuri Katsuki is a florist running his family’s little flower shop. THIS IS SO CUTE OMG
Botanical Gardens and Deathbeds by heinoukola, Not Rated, 4.9k The short story where Yuuri’s family alternatively owns a flower shop with a small botanical garden instead of an onsen, set in a world of soulmates; and oh God, how romantic is it to meet your destined partner by sneezing into the bouquet he ordered and choking over every word that isn’t a prayer begging for help from above?
For I’m Seeking Romance and You by KUROKOSEXUAL, Explicit, 8k “Do you have a flower that means ‘You’re sexy and beautiful, but you also look pure and cute? You’re absolutely adorable and I love the big gap, so I want to ask you out on a date tonight’?” LOVE!
Can You Hear My Heartbeat?by W84U, Mature, 6.8k (WIP) Yuuri Katsuki is a florist in Japan, he’s never heard a voice before. Viktor Nikiforov is a famous skater with a prodigy little brother. Yuri is Viktors adoptive little brother he’s never been in love. Minami Kenjiro is Yuuri’s best friend with a heart of gold. What happens when they all meet?
Hard to Say, but Clearly Felt by Elise_the_Writing_Desk, Gen, 30k A slow-paced growing romance between a lonely florist and a young farmer who are trying to find fulfillment in life. It’s a sweet story that will make you feel good, and despite the slowly growing romance, I hope it will bring a smile to your face! Such a sweet fic with farmer!Yuuri and florist!Victor! Must read!
Inosculation by lazrbrain, Teen, 4.2k (WIP) Viktor is motionless, life consisting of his shop and his dog. Yuuri is running, trapped by mistakes he cannot change. Both of them are desperate for more. They find it in each other. I NEED MORE THIS IS SO GOOD
pretty in pink by wbtrashking (fan_nerd), Explicit, 901 words Yuuri enters the bedroom with a dry cough. “What is this, exactly?” Victor props himself on one elbow with a dazzling smile. “I had it custom made. Do you like it?” There is a magenta flower resting on Victor’s backside and honestly, Yuuri is getting a little concerned about the wedding planner’s sanity. OMG HAHAHA I LOVE THIS FIC! Inspired by @ingthing’s florist/wedding planner AU!
Heyo, my potatoes! ♥ I missed writing Bucky fanfictions. This fluffy happy feeling writing them is just lovely and a good distraction from everything else. I still got a lot of ideas to write and also requests to write which I try to write soon. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! ♥
Summary - With your polaroid camera you took many pictures already and hung them up your bedroom wall. Bucky coming to your room with a problem with his phone, seems to be quite interested in your pictures.
Words - 1,340
Warnings - FLUFF! *o*
“Hey, Y/N”, Bucky knocks on your door.
You pause writing the report for Steve about the last mission and turn down the music a bit, so it’s still audible, but not to loud for a conversation. You look over to Bucky who comes into your room with his phone in his hand and a clueless face.
“What’s up, Buck?”
“I’ve got a problem with the phone again”, he admits, scratching the nap of his neck. You shake your head with a smile, put the laptop on your nightstand to move over to the edge of your bed.
“Come here”, you order Bucky, tapping the bed next to you for him to sit down.
“Why do you always come to me with these things actually?”, you ask, taking the phone and looking at it, trying to figure out the problem. “F.R.I.D.A.Y. can help you with these things, too.” “Yeah, I don’t know. I think you explain it easier”, Bucky laughs slightly embarrassed that he still has problems with today’s electronics.
sssooooo I’m not precisely a smut writer, BUT like a month ago I wrote the first four lines of this thing, because I couldn’t get the image out of my head, and then I finally got around to finishing it in the last couple days
so some sweet, lazy sort-of-smut I guess!
“I think I like you like this,” McCree murmurs. He dips his head to brush a kiss against the warm skin of Hanzo’s throat.
Hanzo hums and tilts his head back over the arm of the couch, reveling in the attention. His hips twitch upward against McCree’s, seeking friction, letting McCree feel the telltale swell in his jeans. “Do you now,” he asks, more a statement than a question.
“I do.” McCree presses a couple more kisses to the side of Hanzo’s throat, then moves up, finding the sensitive spot behind Hanzo’s ear. Hanzo sighs, one hand coming up from where it’s dangled over the couch to weave through McCree’s hair instead. “It’s nice seein’ you so relaxed. I could get used to it.”
Hii, Here is part 2 to ‘Give me a Break.“ I got so many great responses to it and I cant thank you enough. I hope you enjoy it.xxx
During the first week without him Y/N was alright. She busied herself with working and cleaning up the house and doing everything to take her mind off the fact that something was missing.
During the first week without her Harry was heartbroken. Just like every time he was away from her. It was worse this time though. He didn’t talk to her. And he had no idea where they were standing right now.
And he missed her.
During the second week without him it finally sunk in that he wasn’t there. Y/N finally realized what ‘taking a break’ really meant. It meant radio silence. Nothing. Nothing but her mind wandering to him and what happened. And how everything was so messed up.
And that was when she understood Harry’s doubts.
During the second week without her he got used to the empty feeling inside his heart. He got used to the sleepless nights and mornings filled with tears. He didn’t eat properly anymore. He hadn’t smiled ever since he left her standing in their foyer. He felt like he wasn’t able to breath. Like his lungs would collapse anytime.
When the day of his departure finally came he didn’t know what to do. He wanted to see her before he left for two weeks. He wanted a good luck kiss from her or else he was sure he would mess up SNL.
But when his finger hovered over the call button he hesitated. What if she didn’t want to talk to him? What if she didn’t want to see him?
He was scared.
But he had to talk to her. He couldn’t take another second without hearing her voice.
So he took a deep breath and called her. And he waited. And waited. With ever beep his heart sunk lower and lower. Until finally it shattered when a female voice told him he could leave a message.
He tossed the phone onto the bed and gasped for air. Tears welled up in his eyes and streamed down his cheeks. Whimpers and silent sobs wrecked his body.
This can’t be happening.
She can’t be serious.
And again he began to doubt everything.
Two hours later his phone rang. When he saw her photo on his screen he closed his eyes for a second before he lifted his phone to his ear.
“Harry, oh my goodness. I’m so sorry I didn’t pick up earlier but I took a nap and I didn’t hear my phone ringing. I’m sorry. Please tell me you didn’t leave yet.”
His eyes closed again when he finally heard her voice again.
“Alright. Okay. Then I’ll come over. You want me to come over, right? Or maybe you just called to let me know you’re leaving and you don’t even want to see me. God, I want to see you, Harry. Or even worse you called to-”
“Love. I want to see you. Or course I do.” he chuckled quietly.
“More than anything.”
“You don’t hate me?”
“I told you I could never hate you.”
“Okay. That’s good, because I don’t hate you either. I actually love you and-” she stopped talking abruptly.
“And I’m rambling.” she sighed out.
Harry chuckled and for the first time in weeks he smiled again. Because of her. Because she made him smile during the worst times.
“You want to come over now?”
“Yes. Of course. I’ll be twenty minutes tops. See you!”
And with that they hung up.
He noticed that his hands were shaking and his face was burning up. Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes until he saw her again. God, he missed her.
He went into the bathroom and studied himself in the mirror. He had a bit of peach fuzz going on above his lips and around his jawline but he knew she liked that. His hair was messy but not too messy. He filled his hands with cold water and spritzt it onto his face to make sure he looked a bit more fresh.
He was wearing the yellow and black pullover from Gucci which Y/N absolutely loved. His legs were covered by black skinny jeans like always. On his fingers sat all the rings Y/N loved.
And she loved him.
Y/N was shaking too when she placed her phone down, her breathing heavier than usual.
She went into the bathroom to check her appearance. Her hair was straightened and framing her face nicely. Her makeup was natural but complimented every feature perfectly. She was wearing a dark blue V-neck pullover and around her neck she wore the golden necklace Harry gave her on their one year anniversary. Her legs were covered by blue ripped jeans and she knew Harry loved them.
But did he lover her?
When she finally arrived at Gemma’s house she was more nervous than ever. She didn’t know what would happen now. If she would only walk in, wish him good luck and then leave again. The worst was that she didn’t have a lot of time. Only an hour before she would have to leave in order to be on time for her dinner plans.
She took a deep breath before she got out of her car and made her way to the front door. She lifted her shaking hand and rung the doorbell. A few seconds later she heard footsteps making their way to the door. And then he opened it.
And he stood there in all his glory, looking even more handsome than ever. A soft smile grazed his lips and she heard him release the breath he was holding.
He didn’t get to finish his sentence because Y/N threw her arms around his neck and squeezed him tightly. She heard his surprised gasp and prayed he wouldn’t push her away, but he didn’t. Of course he didn’t. He only pulled her closer and nuzzled his face into her neck.
She smelled his familiar scent and tears sprung to her eyes immediately. His pillow lost his scent long ago and she missed it.
She smelled just like he remembered as well. Fresh and girly and so like home.
They stood like that for a few moments before Y/N pulled away and wiped the tears from her cheeks.
"Sorry, didn’t mean to jump on you like that. Just really missed you.”
Harry closed the door behind her and took hold of one of her hands.
“I missed you, too.”
Their eyes met and they both felt their hearts breaking all over again when they saw each others sadness.
Harry wrapped her in a tight hug again, his hands rubbing over her back in the way he knew she liked.
“You look very beautiful, my love.” he whispered into her neck.
“You look very handsome as well, Harry.” she replied and pulled back a bit so she could look at him.
Harry reached up to cup her cheek and stroked over her cheek gently.
“I cooked dinner. My legendary chicken that you love so much.” he smiled softly.
“I’d love to stay for dinner, but I can’t. I already made plans with someone.”
Y/N watched with horror as Harry’s face fell immediately and his hand dropped from her cheek. He took a step back and scratched his head awkwardly.
“A-Alright. Uhm, well-”
“Harry? Did I say something wrong?” she panicked, her hand reaching out for him but he took another step back.
“No. Everything’s okay.”
“Is… Is it because I said I made plans with someone?”
He looked at the floor, his fingers nervously playing with his rings. She sighed and shook her head.
“I made plans with someone new from work. His name is Tim and he needs some information and we thought it would be nice to do all that stuff over dinner.”
His eyes closed briefly when he heard his name. Tim.
Y/N sighed again, closed the gap between them and threaded her fingers through his.
“This is a business dinner, Harry. Not a date. I don’t go on dates with anyone but if I would want to I’d only go with you. Tim is nice and we get along and he needs a bit of help. That’s all.”
“Do you like him?”
“I don’t know him so there’s nothing to like or dislike.”
“Do you want to get to know him?”
“Harry!” she exclaimed frustrated.
“I told you it’s a business dinner. You have nothing to worry about, alright? Believe me, I would love to stay here and eat dinner with you. But I don’t think that’s exactly what we should do during our break and I can’t just ditch Tim.”
His eyes snapped to hers and his brows furrowed.
“You think we can’t spend a evening together just because we’re on a break?”
Her eyes closed briefly and she sighed. She looked up at him again and lifted the hand that wasn’t holding his to his cheek.
“We said we needed space, remember? I don’t want to mess anything up just because we’re desperately missing each other.”
“You said we needed space, not me.” Harry mumbled.
“Harry.” she all but pleaded and Harry sighed and nodded.
“So you don’t have that much time, hm?”
“Well, at least you came. Wasn’t sure you’d want to.”
“Of course I wanted to. I missed you like crazy.”
The both stared into each other’s eyes for a few seconds before Harry sighed and leaned his forehead against hers.
“What are we doing, love?” he asked in a whisper.
“Let’s not talk about it now, yeah? We’ll do that when you’re back and we’ll have time.”
Y/N reached her arms up again and wrapped them around his neck, pressing a tiny kiss right behind his ear.
“I’m scared, H.”
“Me too, love.”
They pulled back and both sighed.
“I think it’s better when I’ll leave now.” she whispered after a few seconds.
Harry wanted to shake his head and hold her so she couldn’t leave. He wanted her to stay with him and not go out with another man. She was his after all.
But he nodded anyway. Because it was for the better.
“Promise me to take care, yeah? And don’t go out without at least one bodyguard, you know how crazy the fans in New York are.”
“I promise.” he smiled weakly.
“And promise not to forget about me.” she whimpered and Harry was shocked to see tears falling from her eyes.
“Love, I could never forget about you. I love you so much.”
And now they were both crying.
“I love you too.”
“God, we never cry this much when I have to leave.” Harry chuckled.
Y/N giggled softly wiped her constantly falling tears away.
“You can still call me anytime you need to, okay? I’m never too busy and I don’t care about time zones.”
“Same goes to you.” she nodded.
“Can I get a good luck kiss? Or else I think I’ll mess up.”
She laughed softly and leaned up to press her lips to his. Harry moaned quietly at the contact and pulled her closer. She melted against him like she always does and opened her mouth so Harry could deepen the kiss, but only for a moment before he pulled away to breath. He held her in place with his hand in her hair so she wouldn’t pull away and pressed countless soft kisses against her mouth. He wasn’t ready to let go yet.
“Be late.” she finally finished with a laugh when she pulled away enough that his lips didn’t touch hers anymore.
“Don’t care. That Tom guy can wait.”
“Even if his name was Gustav, Rudolph or Theodor I wouldn’t care.”
Y/N kissed him through her smile and pulled him closer. She wasn’t ready to let go either.
“I really have to go now.”
He sighed, nodded and kissed her again.
“You’ll kick ass in New York, alright?”
He chuckled and nodded.
They kissed again and again until she really had to leave or else she would definitely make Tim wait.
“You know that I love you, right?” he asked just before she exited the house.
“I do. I love you, too. We’ll get through this.” she smiled at him.
“Pinky promise.” she nodded and slung her pinky around his.
“Bye.” he whispered.
“Bye. And let me know when you’ve landed, yeah?”
And after another kiss she left the house.
She made it to the restaurant right on time but Tim was sitting at the table already. She made her way through the room until she reached him and he stood up when he saw her.
“Hey.” he breathed and kissed her cheek.
“Hi, I’m sorry you had to wait. And I’m sorry that my outfit is so casual but I was a bit distracted earlier.” she blushed.
“Yeah.” she nodded and sat down on her chair.
She made it through dinner without thinking about Harry every second. She was actually able to let go for a bit and enjoy it. Tim was fun and made her laugh a lot which she really needed for a change.
She decided that she liked him, he worked hard and was very interested in all the things she brought for him and he was also relaxed and cool. And she would be lying if she said she didn’t find him attractive.
If she didn’t knew Harry, she thought, she might go out with him again. But she knew Harry, and was his girlfriend. And she knew that no one could ever compare.
When they left the restaurant Tim insisted to walk her to her car just to know she was safe. The still laughed and giggled and the atmosphere around them was light.
“I really enjoyed dinner with you, I really needed some fun.” she smiled at him when they reached her car.
And something about the was he looked at her and smiled should have let her know that they weren’t on the same page.
He leaned in and Y/N thought he’ll only kiss her cheek but when she felt his lips brush hers her eyes widened.
J Hope: The 2-mile run he completed that morning got him panting as he trudges into his apartment, barely realising the extra pair of shoes that sat nicely by the door. He danced around the kitchen to the beat in his earpiece, taking a gulp of water before walking to his room. The sight that lay waiting for him when he opened his bathroom door got him stunned. There she was, taking a shower, soaping herself up.
“Damn,” he mutters to himself as he plucks out his earpiece. His tongue licks his lips in anticipation as he watches her hands roaming her own curves.
She gasps when she turns around to see him blatantly staring at her, “Hoseok! What are you doing! Get out!”
He chuckles at her attempts to cover herself up. “Mmm I think I need I a shower too,” he smirks as he locks the door.
Zach: I was so mad. Zach and I, were just a ‘make me feel better with sex’ relationship. We were mutually friends, bypasses in the corridor but mainly had nothing to do with each other unless we were in desperate need of pleasure.
But now he had gotten me pregnant, I have a career to peruse, so does he, this was not going to work out, if he hadn’t been a complete doofus and just wrapped up his willy. No, I was angry, in fact outraged! My feet stormed into the guys’ changing room, seeing a wide range of naked bodies.
“Y/N, you know you can’t be in here,” I heard Tony’s voice echo but my eyes were focus on Dempsey. He wore loose blue shorts that hung on his waist, his chest bare, and his hair floppy, he was organising his clothes.
“What the fuck, Zach!” I screeched, many guys turning our way.
“Y/n, calm down and leave, whatever it is we need to sort later,” he said calmly, pulling a shirt over his perfectly toned body.
“No, it cannot!” I cried out, my hands tugging at my hair, grunting a bit. "You got me pregnant and now I have no idea what to do,“ a confused look appeared onto his face as we received a few whistles and 'damns’.
"Stop lying and go away,” he muttered, slamming his locker door. “You’re lying because you want attention.”
I picked the three positive pregnancy tests into his hands and placed a hand on my hip.
“Do I Zach? Do I really need this much attention, because trust me I never asked for it either!”
“Let’s talk somewhere else,” he told me, grabbing my shoulder and steering me out of the changing rooms. "y/n are you being serious?“ he asked as we reached the empty sports hall.
"Zach, I wouldn’t lie about this,” I began to cry, my hands covering my face, his big arms wrapped around me and pulled me into his chest.
“Ssh, it’s going to be okay, we’ll work things out.”
Clay: Clay and I were in a pretty stable relationship, his parents liked me and my parents liked him, we were like best friends who were intimate and loved each other, which is why he had to be the first to know. Infect Clay was with me the whole time, we bought the test together and decided to do it at my house, when nobody was at home. I had been such a wreck, afraid of what my parents would think, what Clay would do and how I would react, but we were doing this together.
“I’m the one to blame for this,” Clay murmured as we stood in my bathroom waiting.
“Clay no you’re not, it was a mistake, they happen,” I told him, grabbing his hand. He squeezed it. "We’ll work this out,“ I whispered.
"We will, even if it means feeding the country, changing our names and never returning, Y/N I would do that for you,” he smiled a little.
“I know you would,” I sighed, looking over to the positive pregnancy test. “Holy shit,” he groaned.
Alex: Even though Alex and I were in a pretty decent relationship I still refused to tell him when I found out. I told my mother first who stroked my hair as I sobbed, she was so kind to me. Then, there was my father who, the night I told him, lashed out at everyone. He put me in his car and sped all the way to Alex’s house. “No dad please,” I cried, trying to pull him back but he knocked, well, rather nearly kicked the door down of the Standall’s house.
“Do you mind,” Alex’s dad appeared a gun in one hand and an expression of anger plastered across his face. “Mr Y/L/N, Y/N come in,” he said in a shocked tone.
“I’m not here for funny business, it’s your godamn son I’ve come to murder,” my father breathed out, causing me to cry a little more. “Now what possibly has Alex done, I mean it’s one o’clock in the morning can’t this wait,” the Sheriff gave out a low chuckle.
“Got my daughter pregnant, that’s what,” my dad snapped, causing the other man’s lips to form an ‘o’ shape. He went upstairs and a few moments later Mrs Standall and Alex appeared. “I’m sure you have a good reason to be here,” his mother sighed, taking a seat on the sofa and Alex sat next to me. “Oh, yes I do, your son has knocked up my daughter and now she’s pregnant,” Alex took his head into his hands, groaning continuously, while his mother, shut her eyes. “Alex we’ve told you about safety,” his mother snapped, but Alex didn’t respond. “Either way you’ve ruined this poor girl’s life, no matter how she solves this situation she’s going to regret something.” “Well don’t worry we’re sorting this now,” his father said.
Justin: I waited to make my own decision of my own before telling Justin anything. I thought keeping this baby was the best choice, with or without Justin’s help. So, on Friday night, just before he was going out with Bryce I knocked on the front door of his apartment, revealing his drunk mother. “What do you want,” she spat, I bit down on my lip. “Is Justin here?” I asked and she pointed in the direction of his room, I wasted no time before letting myself in. “Y/n,” he smiled patting the side of his bed where he was putting on his shoes. “Justin, there’s something I’ve not been telling you,” I took a seat. “I’m pregnant,” I sighed. “Haha real funny Y/n, you best tell my mother she’ll be ecstatic,” he joked, not even raising his head. “Justin,” I said in a low, warning voice. “I’m not kidding, I’ve had the scan.” “Well then it’s pointless fucking telling me because I’m not interested, get an abortion I’m sure you can find that money,” he stood up, heading towards the door. “Wait, Y/N, I didn’t mean that, please don’t cry.” He could see the tears cascading down my face, he squatted down in front of me, chin leaning on my knee. “Well, Justin I’ve decided I’m keeping this baby, it’ll be good for me, give me some responsibilities, stop myself from drinking every weekend,” I wiped the tears from my face. “Me too, I need to pull myself together now, I know that I can probably get a job and find us a stable home, Y/N I will do that for you,” he whispered as I cupped his cheek. “I know you will.”
Jeff: I didn’t even tell Jeff I was pregnant, one day he was looking through my bag at school and saw the test. I hid in the toilets all day, because 1: the rumour would be halfway around school already and 2: I couldn’t face Jeff, not knowing that we were young and he had such big aspirations for college and scholarships. “Y/N,” I heard his delicate voice call, “I know you’re in here, you need to come out.” I simply cried more. I saw his feet appear from the bottom of the cubicle. “Look, I’m not going until I see you and we’ve spoke about it. You can’t just ignore this, Y/N you’re pregnant, carrying my baby. Babe, we need to discuss this, I know we didn’t plan it or anything but please, I need you.” I couldn’t see Jeff, but that didn’t mean I knew he was crying a little. I clambered off the toilet and unlocked the door to see Jeff in his P.E kit, his hair messy, cheeks dampened and red, eyes swollen. He opened his arms wide and I stood into them, feeling at home. He was warm and I felt his hands caress my back, soothing me. “Baby,” he whispered and I looked up at him. “I’m so sorry,” I whimpered, my hands resting on his chest as I dropped my head in shame. “Don’t be, Y/N you may not think this now but when we have- if I mean, if you want it, we can be a happy family. Only if you want, maybe our timing isn’t precise but I know my parents would support us and I would do anything for you, anything,” he told me. “Just think about this,” he smiled kissing the top of my forehead.
Okay another week without Michonne and by extension a lack of Richonne. It’s long and it’s frustrating and annoying.
Gimple and the authors are playing with our nerves right now (ok Danai’s schedule did not help but still).
But hey! Did not we wait until season 6 for Richonne to become a thing? Patience is in our Richonner DNA! What weeks when we waited years to reach this:
Ok wrong gif but I just wanted to see Rick half naked.
I meant to reach this:
We can do it, we can survive ! And as usual with these 2, it will be worth the wait! After all Richonne never disappointed us! It’s the war, and they’ll have to face their own demons, question their morality, make terrible decisions … They’ll doubt, they’ll get mad, they’ll make mistakes, they’ll be sad, angry, desperate, frustrated, disagree! They’re probably going to need each other, probably rejected each other, probably save each other. And all that will give us as usual epic scenes played by two great actors!!!
In a few weeks, we will forget those terrible days of nothing, the tag will be flooded with gifs, photos and videos of all kinds and we will dissect every moment, every look, every contact, every word of these lovers.
For now, I’m glad that the authors remember that Rick is the main character of this show (fact they had forgotten in season 7).
I miss my queen but I know … ok I think … ok I hope Michonne will shine the rest of the season. After all, Danai attracts light when she is on the screen, I guess she has to leave some for others.
So I would be patient, the road is long but I know I would be rewarded!!
But god if he isn’t one of the most interestingly complex characters in this AU.
Let’s get one thing straight: Gabe is a horrible person. He’s cold, merciless, and when imbued with magic nothing short of murderous. He’s a monster. He deserves years of jail time far sooner than he deserves redemption. But. But. Everything he does, he does because he’s human. He’s grieving in all the wrong ways but he at the heart of it does it from good intentions.
It’s just that the road to Hell is paved with those very same good intentions of his.
(I think the same things can be said of the canon version of him too, but here it’s a bit more opaque I think.)
So this is the final part of the series. GET READY FOR IT BECAUSE THIS CHAPTER IS SMUTTY. I really hope I don’t disappoint you with this one. Give me your feedbacks. Reblog and like if you enjoy this. Once again, ignore my mistakes, forgive me it’s almost 4 in the morning now. I’m so sleepy.
Pairing: Harry Styles and reader
Warning: sex, language.
~Harry and you are friends with benefits and then you start to feel more than you should~
Harry didn’t expect that he would run into you in a bar in London. He was there with Niall who had left him to go dance with a pretty brunette. At first he thought it was just his imagination playing tricks on him when he saw your face in the crowded room. But you didn’t disappeared so he knew you were really there. He wasn’t sure if you were there alone or with your friends, or worse, your boyfriend. But he was happy that he got to see you in person. Even looking at you from a distance could make his heart race and his stomach twist.
He was a sucker for you.
You saw him and you looked just as surprised as he did. Harry had prepared himself to watch you turn your back and pretend like you didn’t know him, but to his surprise you did none of that. Instead, you smiled. A move of your lips but a shift of his state. He had always loved your smile, it was one of his favorite things about you. Harry returned you with a smile as he thought it was the most interaction he would get from you that night, but he was proven wrong when you started walking toward him.
“Is this seat taken?” you asked, pointing at the empty chair next to him. He hadn’t heard your voice in a while and he was more than happy to hear it again.
“No,” Harry told you as he secretly felt glad that he had turned down the girl who had come to flirt with him earlier. If you had seen him accompanied by another woman you wouldn’t have approached.
Since the moment you sat down, Harry’s eyes never left you. He knew you were taken and he tried hard to make his feelings for you less obvious, but he failed because it was written all over his face. He was gazing at you like you were the only thing that mattered to him in the world.
“So…” you trailed off, instead of looking at Harry you were staring at your cold drink on the counter. “How are you?”
“I’m fine. How’re yeh?”
“Also fine…” You nodded your head.
“I’m here with Niall,” Harry blurted out as if to clarify that he wasn’t there with another girl, just Niall. He didn’t know if you still cared but he hoped you did. He wanted you to know he was a different man now.
“I’m here with my girl friends.” Your answer put a smile on his face. Harry wasn’t aware how obvious he was, showing you that he was happy with the fact that you weren’t there with Miles.
“And your boyfriend?”
“Miles and I broke up a few days ago,” you said with a frown.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” replied Harry but you wasn’t quite convinced by his sympathy.
“You don’t look sorry, H.” You gave him a small smile.
“I tried.” He grinned at you. “But may I ask why?”
He remembered Lia telling him that you were happy in your new relationship. That was why he had stayed away from you. So you could be happy.
“He’s too good for me, I think.”
“You’re one of the best people I’ve known. How can one be too good fo’ yeh?”
“Thanks H…that was sweet,” you said and he smiled. His dimples always lightened up your mood somehow it was magical, though you weren’t really sad about the break-up, it was more of a feeling of guilt. You liked Miles. Who wouldn’t? He was such a nice guy. But because he was a nice guy, you could not be with him. Miles made you happy but your mind and your heart always went back to Harry, so it was obvious that you weren’t ready for a new relationship. You would go to hell if you had stayed and pretended to love Miles. Maybe you could have been happy with him, you two could have been that cute couple everyone envied, if he had met you before Harry.
“Lia?” you asked your best friend who was on her phone texting with her boyfriend.
“Just a sec. I have to finish typing this,” Lia told you with a bright smile on her face and you just knew her boyfriend was the reason for it. Sometimes when you looked at Lia smiling from ear to ear for her boyfriend, you couldn’t help but wished you could be just as happy being in a relationship. You were dating the perfect guy who cared about you, you were supposed to be smiling and thinking about him all the time, not wondering why you weren’t.
“Okay, what is it?” Lia put down her phone and looked up. You took a moment to rearrange your thoughts before you said it out loud, “do you think Miles and I make a good couple?”
“You two look good together.”
“You know that’s not my question.”
Lia pressed her lips together and then let out a sigh. She didn’t have to say anything and you already knew what the answer was. You’d been having doubts and the look on your best friend’s face when you asked that question just confirmed everything.
“Are you okay, Y/N?”
“Actually, I’m not.” You shook your head and ran both hands through your hair. “Miles…he’s perfect. He’s understanding and he’s a gentleman. He makes me feel good about myself. So where are the butterflies in my stomach? Why can’t I feel in love when I’m supposed to? Is there something wrong with me?”
Lia frowned. She could have lied so you would stay in the relationship with Miles where you were safe from heartbreaks. However, she loved you too much to watch you suffering.
“There’s nothing wrong with you. I think the reason you cannot feel what you’re supposed to feel is because those feelings are meant for someone else.”
It pained you and she didn’t even have to mention his name in the sentence.
“I thought feelings were temporary but now it feels like they never leave. Gosh, why can’t I love somebody who loves me back?”
“You think Harry doesn’t love you?”
“Why are we even talking about him? You told me he was a waste of time.”
“I thought so. Then I talked to him at the party last night,” she said quietly and you widened your eyes, your brows furrowed. You didn’t believe your best friend would lie to you.
“I thought you didn’t talk to him.”
“He asked me to say so because he didn’t want to be in the way of you and Miles. He asked about you and he left the moment he knew you weren’t there. He was far from happy, Y/N. He looked miserable.”
You turned your face away from Lia and just stared blankly ahead with all different thoughts rushing through your mind. Thanked to her you could not stop imagining how it must have felt for Harry. Maybe that was why he never tried to reach out, because he thought he would be in your way.
“I hate to say this but…” Lia took a deep breath and let it all out. “Harry Styles is in love with you, Y/N.”
“If we hadn’t met here tonight, would yeh call me?” Harry asked breaking the comfortable silence between the two of you. You looked into his eyes and it was the first time you found insecurity and weakness of a young boy who was afraid his feelings might get hurt. You knew Harry could be soft and full of emotions at times, but seeing him being that for you wasn’t something you were familiar with.
“I wanted to. I just didn’t know how to start a conversation. But yeah…I would, in fact I would call you as soon as I get home tonight.”
“Good. Because I really miss yeh.”
“I…miss you too, H.”
You looked at him and he looked at you. It was the spark you’d never seen when you were with Miles or anyone else. With Harry, you felt like you were finally at the right place with the right person. You two didn’t say a word to each other but you just knew what was going to happen after that since the electricity between the two of you was too strong to fight.
Then the next thing you knew you were with Harry in the bathroom stall and his mouth was on yours, kissing you like it was the last night of the world. He held your hips and pushed you against the wall, wanting to feel all of you. All of the time you two had been apart had built up this need and desperation for each other finally being released. You lost track of time as you two kissed. It’d been ten minutes or so but it didn’t matter because you enjoyed every second of it, just getting used to each other again and remembering the taste of the other.
Suddenly, Harry pulled away from you. You leaned forward, desperately needing his lips back on yours but he didn’t let you have it. His forehead was resting against yours as you felt his heavy breathing going unsteady.
“What are you thinking when you look at me like that?” you were breathless looking at him. How could anyone look so perfect? You didn’t know about others but he looked perfect to you. You could spend hours trying to look for a flaw but never be able to find one.
“Every time we kissed it’s only for sex. I’ve never actually just kissed yeh…”
Harry moved his hands to your back and pushed himself in closer to you. You were stunned by the expression behind the look he was giving you. It wasn’t lust that you were used to but instead there was softness and vulnerability. Your heart was pounding in your chest, unsure what you were to expect from him.
“Because we were never really together,” you said.
The words you two had never said to each other were swirling inside your head. “I love you” just three simple words. Why couldn’t you just say it to each other? You wanted to shout them every time he was around but you’d get too caught up, too afraid. Admitting you love someone is no different from putting your heart in their hand, telling them to crush it if they want to and hoping they won’t. It’s dangerous, especially when Harry was desired by half of the world and you were…you.
You pet his cheek as his eyes locked on yours. Those green eyes were so filled with those three unspoken words that it nearly brought you to tears. Maybe it was the same for him. He was just as afraid as you were.
“Yeh mean too much to me.” His brow furrowed and you placed your hand to his chest and felt the way his own words sped up his heart rate.
“I don’t want yeh to leave. Don’t leave me again,” his voice was near desperate as he kissed you again and you clung to the back of his neck. You’d never actually felt his kiss, until this moment, and you knew you would never be the same.
You titled your head back as Harry deepened the kiss. His mouth was open, his tongue was ready for you the minute he made contact. You moaned against him, hooking one of your leg behind his and unbuttoning his shirt before pulling it off his shoulders. He popped you up in his arms and pressed his hips between your legs, pulling your skirt up to your waist. The sound of your breathing filled up the small space of the bathroom, your heat was warming the air.
“Wait, we can’t fuck…I don’t have a condom,” Harry hadn’t been with a woman for a long time so there was no point bringing protection with him. He could barely breathe and he was desperate with the need to be inside you, to feel your tightness around him. He couldn’t stop now that the tension had grown too strong.
“It’s okay, I’m on the pills,” you told him exactly the thing he wanted to hear as you reached between your body and his, struggling with his belt buckle and then working your way into his black jeans. You wrapped your hand around his firm length and he groaned at the relief of your touch. This was less about your want and more about your need to feel each other and be with each other again.
“I have to be inside yeh,” he growled against the skin of your throat. His fingers slipped into your underwear, peeling it to the side as you pulled him from his jeans. You both watched as you guided him to your entrance and he slowly sank into you. His forehead was resting against your shoulder as his breath fanned down your chest. You held the back of his neck and moaned out his name. You hadn’t had him in so long and the stretch that he caused was so overwhelming for you. Harry held strong to your hips and started fucking you slowly. His head was hanging to watch each stroke of his cock going in and out of your wet opening.
“Christ,” he breathed, smacking his palm to the wall by your head and supporting you with one hand firmly cupped against your ass. A moan escaped your lips as you fought to hold off your release. You wanted to last a bit longer but Harry sped up slightly, went a little deeper, a little harder. His mouth fell open, his brows pulled in and his eyes shut tight.
“I only touch yeh like this. Nobody else. Fuck…You’re the only one who can tear me apart, the only one can make me feel alive. I just can’t leave,” he breathed the words against your neck and you closed your eyes as your knees weakened and his name rolled off your tongue again and again.
“I’m so close,” you said breathlessly as he pushed your hair from your face, cupping your cheek and slipping his hand between your bodies to circle his finger tips against your clit. You sucked in a breath and clung tighter to him. His hips keeping time with his hand as he sucked on the skin of your neck.
“Cum fo’ me, baby,” he coaxed softly and your tight walls clenched around him causing him to let out an unexpected cry against your shoulder. He slammed into you again and again until you were biting into his shoulder to muffle your screams and he was burying his face in your hair to suppress his own orgasm. His cock shuddering inside you and filling you with his release with your name on his lips. He fucked you through it, both coming apart at the seams until there was nothing more your bodies could give to each other.
Harry waited until he finally recovered then pulled out of you. He cupped your face in his hands, bringing his eyes back to you as he nuzzled the tip of his nose against yours and kissed you lightly. Your mind started screaming those three words as you felt the urge to say them out loud this time. You really loved him you really did.
“I love yeh.” The words fell from Harry’s lips before they could escape yours. You felt tears stinging your eyes as he smiled down at you, feeling relieved that he could finally say it. Your breath released in a tremble. It was the first time you heard him speak those words to you and you believed them so fully without question. You knew it was real. How you both felt.
“I love you too, baby.” You kissed the right corner of his lips and pinned your forehead to his, closing your eyes and sighing happily.
“You’re mine now, aren’t yeh?” he asked and you nodded your head yes.
“And you, are mine.”
“I can’t believe we just made fuckin’ in a public bathroom become so romantic.” Harry joked and both of you burst into quiet laughter.
The door knob suddenly jiggled and caught on the lock, the knock pounding out in the small stall. You two quickly fixed yourselves laughing as you did. Then you kissed each other passionately one more time before opening the door, ready for the walk of shame. Harry walked out first, followed by you, leaving the man waiting outside in shock. You hurried your steps to catch up with Harry who was walking ahead and the two of you couldn’t stop laughing at that man’s reaction to you and Harry coming out of the same stall. Harry reached out his hand to hold yours for the first time in public, officially declaring to the world that he finally belonged to you and you finally belonged to him.
“So what happens next?” you asked him with a smile on your face. Harry brought your hand to his lips, giving it a kiss.
“You’re comin’ home with me.”
That was the end. Hope you like it. I don’t normally write smut but I think I’m going to write more smut in the future lol.
Hi nonie! Sorry this is so delayed, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!
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Gazing towards the backyard, lush with deep emerald
trees, bright violet blossoms, and soft pink roses; she took a deep sigh of
contentment. Her bedroom window rose from where she sat on her new window seat
all the way to the ceiling.
She had mentioned a few nights before, at dinner, how
she loathed when the library was cluttered with warm bodies; all she wanted was
some peace and quiet. She spent the next day with Feyre, who had been begging
her to roam the streets of Velaris to see “what this life was all about”. Nesta
was surprised when she actually enjoyed herself.
When she came home there it was.
A gorgeous window seat crafted with rich cherry wood that
appeared hand carved and felt smooth against her fingertips. Heavenly silk
draped over the edge where her head should rest. Placed on top were multiple
plush cream and lavender pillows. It took her breath away.
She never bothered to ask who built this thoughtful masterpiece.
She knew the maker.
She knew there was only one person who would do
something like this for her. Ever since that day, the ice beneath her veins
began to thaw. Deep down she yearned to be kind, but had forgotten how long ago.
Her kindness took its final breath as soon as she entered the Cauldron.
As she took a deep breath she felt his presence
lingering outside her bedroom door.
He’d been there for quite some time now.
“Are you going to knock anytime soon, or continue to walk
past my door like some sort of stray?”
His steps faltered.
The heavy door creaked open.
He slowly walked to where she lounged on her new window
She didn’t look at him.
She simply stared through the window, out into the
backyard as if he didn’t even exist.
“Is there something you need, commander?”
In the windows reflection, she watched his lips curve
into a crooked smile.
She was staring at his reflection with such piercing intensity
she was surprised the glass didn’t shatter.
“I am always in need of your charming company, sweetheart.”
He lifted her calves with zero effort, took a seat
across from her, and placed her feet in his lap.
She winced. Cassian tensed.
His voice vibrated like a growl, laced with concern.
“I wore the wrong shoes to spend all day walking the
streets with Feyre.”
He slipped off her left slipper
“You don’t need to- oh…”
His broad hands dug into the arch of her foot to the
tip of her toes.
She leaned her head back against the silk covered
cherry wood whose intricate carvings had been crafted by the same hands that
brought relief to her feet.
“Oh Cassian, that feels amazing.”
“Well if that’s all I had to do to get on your good
side I wish I had known earlier.”
She glared at him.
“Why did you stop?”
He chuckled under his breath and resumed his rubbing,
slipping the slipper of her delicate right foot as well.
After a few minutes of pure bliss he spoke the most
precious four words she had ever heard,
“I love you Nesta.”
Her head jolted upright making her dizzy.
“What did you just say?”
“I’ve felt this way for quite some time now and every
second that went by without me telling you was like a knife to my gut….You
don’t have to say anything back, but I can’t live one more second of my
immortal existence without you knowing how I feel about you.”
She bent her knees to scoot closer to him and lifted her
pale hand to graze his scruffy cheek.
She peered deep into his warm eyes, the exact opposite
of her icy ones.
She couldn’t bare the feelings stirring inside her any
She had never been good with words, so actions would
have to do.
Leaning forward she grazed her lips over his, slowly.
Again. And again. Finally pressing her lips more firmly over his.
His calloused hands immediately gripped her hips to
pull her close.
She raked her hands through his hair, nipped at his
lower lip, asking for more.
He gave it to her.
His tongue danced against hers. Nothing but this
unrelenting heat and the sound of their gasping breathes as they devoured each other.
Cassian pulled back an inch already missing the direct
contact of her plump lips.
“I love you too Cassian.”
Any restraint Cassian had left flew right out the
He lifted her onto his lap, pressing her body flush
Kissing her neck and leaving marks as he went.
Her moans were like a symphony to his ears.
Her hands mingled playfully under his shirt as his
mouth found her ear.
“There is no one in this entire Cauldron-damned world
that I love more than you.”
His lips found where her heart pounding with desire.
Grazing up her neck sending chills down her spine.
Brushing against her temples.
Softly rubbing her breast eliciting a moan.
“There is none as exquisite as you,”
His words overwhelmed every inch of her being.
Unbuckling his belt, she took off her shirt.
“I need you.”
His hands went to unzip her long skirt at her lower
back, gripping her butt as he went.
“Not just like that…” She breathed
“I need you here, with me.”
She leaned back to look into his eyes.
“I need you even when I think I don’t. I need you when
things are hard and I need you when things are good. I don’t want any sort of
life without you in it.”
Cassian’s eyes shone with tears.
“I can’t think if a better way to spend eternity.”
Their love making was heated and slow the first time.
So many emotions pouring from their souls. However, during the second and third
time they clung to each other in desperation, needing to feel the others
release like a dying man needs oxygen.
The next morning Nesta crept away into the kitchen,
snagged a biscuit, and padded her way back to her bed.
She found him sitting up with his face in his palms.
He was shaking.
“I thought you left me.”
Nesta’s heart cracked.
How could he possibly think she would leave him now?
“Cas, I already told you: I love you, I need you, and
I’m not running away from this.”
He stood, walking to where she lingered in the middle
of the room and kissed her.
Slipping his tongue passed her lips she chuckled.
“Not so fast. We haven’t even had breakfast.”
She brought the biscuit between their lips.
“Netsa, do you know what this means?”
“Shut up and eat the biscuit Cas.”
She has never seen any living creature eat that fast
in her life.
“Remember to breathe Cas. You’re no good to me if you
choke and die.”
Cassian shoved the remaining bit into his smile with a
smile and came at Nesta with unrelenting speed.
“Don’t you dare!”
He tackled her to the bed showering her with buttery
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She tugs at her own hair and she tries – and god, she fails spectacularly – not to scream Maggie’s name.
Tries because on one hand, she loves being vulnerable with Maggie, for Maggie.
On the other, that smug grin and that little chuckle Maggie will sometimes give as Alex starts to unravel?
She’s got her competitive streak to think of.
Fails because her legs are spread open wide and god Maggie looks amazing with her hair all around the pillow she’s laying on, her breasts moving freely each time she slams her hips up into Alex’s.
Fails because Maggie’s hand is resting on her own body, and her fingers are burying deeper and deeper into Alex’s each time she thrusts her hips up.
Fails because Maggie’s knee is raised and Alex is somehow riding both Maggie’s fingers and her thigh and fails because Maggie is reaching up with her other hand to play with Alex’s nipples and fails because Maggie is talking to her just like she knows Alex likes.
“Good girl, Alex, ride my fingers just like that, babe. You can let go, sweetie, you’re not gonna hurt me. I want to feel you let go, Ally,” she’s saying, and Alex tries, and she fails, not to scream Maggie’s name.
But this time, Maggie doesn’t give a smug chuckle and she doesn’t smirk that cocky smirk, because the image, the feeling, the sound, of Alex riding her fingers, of Alex coming unraveled all over her, Alex dripping onto her body and slamming her hips down onto Maggie’s fingers hard, harder, fast, faster, riding her thorough and riding her with the reckless, passionate abandon that made Maggie fall in love with her in the first place?
Maggie’s too damn wrecked to do anything but moan, to do anything but writhe, to do anything but fuck her woman harder.
But harder soon isn’t enough for Alex, because Alex needs more, more, more, Maggie, please, please.
“What do you want, babe?” Maggie asks, because she needs to be sure, she always needs to be sure.
Alex answers by leaning up, leaning over, reaching across Maggie’s body to the bedside table, tugging out her strap-on and harness.
Maggie takes full advantage of Alex’s suddenly horizontal position, taking one of her nipples in her mouth and flicking her tongue the way she knows drives Alex out of her mind, sucking the way she knows makes Alex whine just like that, and sure enough, Alex pants harder, and sure enough, Alex whimpers, Alex freezes and lowers her body more, so Maggie can put more of her into her mouth, reach more of her with her tongue.
“Thought you wanted to ride me some more, Danvers?” Maggie shifts her mouth to tease, and Alex moans at the loss of contact.
“Intermission?” she squeaks, and there’s Maggie’s cocky chuckle, and god, Alex is in love.
Maggie throws herself fully, completely, absolutely, into intermission, and Alex rides her face with her chest like she was just riding her fingers, and only when she’s desperate for more pressure between her legs, to be fucked deeper, deeper, harder, by Maggie, does Alex lean back up and shift off Maggie’s body temporarily so Maggie can slip on the harness.
Alex pants while she waits, and Maggie’s eyes are just as eager.
“Want me to fill you up, Danvers?” she husks, and Alex could cum then and there.
Instead, she crawls back over Maggie’s body, straddling her again, and they both pause, staring deep into each other’s eyes.
“All good, Al?” Maggie asks, and Alex nods.
“You too?” she confirms.
“Yes please,” Maggie pants, and Alex grins, and Alex lowers herself onto Maggie’s strap-on.
Maggie groans and Alex sighs, Maggie forcing her hips to keep still as she leans up to watch herself disappear inside Alex’s body, as slow as Alex needs to get adjusted, to make sure everything feels right. To make sure everything feels perfect.
Because god, does Maggie want to make her feel perfect.
“How you doing?” she asks, and Alex nods with closed eyes.
“You feel so good, Mags,” she rasps, and Maggie smiles.
“So do you, babygirl.”
Alex leans down – careful to keep her hips steady so Maggie doesn’t slip out of her – and kisses her soft, kisses her gentle. Kisses her steady, and with growing desire, with growing need, until they’re kissing each other raw and desperate and hard.
Alex nearly screams into Maggie’s mouth and she gives her one more kiss before lifting herself back up, vertically on top of her, and Maggie’s breath goes even more ragged than before because Alex is riding her hard, and deep, and fast, her head tossed back and her breasts moving in time with her reckless fucking, and Maggie puts both of her hands on Alex’s hips, Alex slamming up and down harder and faster, stretching herself out on Maggie’s strap-on, pounding down onto Maggie’s clit, onto her own clit, until she collapses forward and holds herself up above Maggie’s body with trembling arms, pausing only to check with Maggie, to check to make sure she’s not hurting her, scaring her, and Maggie just tells her to let go, and Alex?
God, she does.
She lets go and she rides Maggie harder than she’s ever done, her clit getting all the pressure she needs from Maggie’s body, her g-spot getting all it needs from her persistent thrashing, from Maggie slamming her hips up in perfect time to meet hers, from the control Alex has over their rhythm, their speed, their angle, her heart getting all it needs from the way Maggie is staring up at her, raw want and raw love naked and shining in her eyes, from the way Maggie whispers her name over, and over, and over, with each exhale, with each moan, with each thrust.
Alex, Alex, Alex, Alex.
She comes undone just when she thinks she can’t take anymore, just when she thinks her body’s going to give; she feels herself squirting all over Maggie’s strap-on, all over her harness, all over her thighs, all over her sheets, and she feels Maggie’s fingers tighten on her hips, on her ass, because her own orgasm, her own screams, have tossed Maggie over the brink, too, and she watches Maggie’s eyes squeeze shut as she rides out her waves in time with Alex’s.
“Damn,” is the first word either of them says, who knows how many minutes or hours later.
Alex grins smugly, her face still buried in Maggie’s chest, still catching her breath.
“You like when I ride you, Sawyer?”
“Like it? Shit, Danvers, did you not feel how hard I came?”
“Oh, I felt it, Maggie. And you know I um… I think I’d like to feel it again.”
“Would you now?”
Alex shrieks with laughter and Maggie does the same as she flips herself on top of Alex, as they go from kissing to tickling to kissing to tickling, as they laugh and shriek and giggle and gasp deep into the night.
“Fuck. Off.” Jimin ponctuates, attempting to get Jungkook away from him by pushing his shoulders back – with more strength than initially intended, maybe. “Get off.”
“Why?” Jungkook presses harder, though, not a single sign on his annoyingly beautiful face of pulling away. He has one knee in between Jimin’s thighs and a pair of elbows pressed against the wall behind them, in a very successful way of preventing the older from escaping, “Give me one good reason.” His tone has been increasingly dropping since he started pinning Jimin against the red brick wall of their building’s terrace, to the point it was now just a soft murmur blown in the cold air of the night – and inside Jimin’s hot mouth.
They are so close to each other it sends a sudden awareness of nostalgia up Jungkook’s lips – a kind of longing he hadn’t witnessed himself feeling since… Well, never. Their chests warmness and oxygen are all mixing; Jungkook’s nose is touching Jimin’s and he can breath in Jimin’s scent so well it’s fucking driving him insane. Jungkook wants to kiss him so bad it’s physically absurd – and so it is how long he had resisted before finally ending up here, staring down at Jimin’s lips with a need it clenchs his stomach and burns his chest.
He still remembers the first time he kissed them, in the practice room, three months ago, for accuracy. Not that he had counted or anything stupid like that. But he remembers. How they felt so soft, and warm and right against his own. Well, at least for the first five seconds, before the dizzy spur of their tired – and mildly sexually induced by the song they were previously dancing to – minds hit them like a violent wave in the shore, crashing upon them and making them drown. He remembers how Jimin began to kiss him breathless, and how he kissed back until they were both lightheaded and panting. Jungkook’s hands gripping Jimin’s ass and pressing him down where he so painfully needed, Jimin’s own hands roughly tangled on Jungkook’s hair, pulling hard and making the younger moan.
“I swear to god, if you don’t back off, I’m going to fucking deck you in the face.” Jimin threats and Jungkook leans down, so they’re eye-level and Jimin doesn’t have to look up to talk to him. This, however, only seems to riles Jimin up more, his hands crumpling the fabric of Jungkook’s tshirt and consequently pulling it up slightly, exposing some inches of his lower belly to the cool air.
“Why is that?” Jungkook repeats, pressing their chests harder. They didn’t have sex, back in that night, thanks to Jimin’s phone going off when they were about to lose their pants. If Jungkook was relieved or frustrated, he couldn’t differ. It’s not like he didn’t want it to happen, he just didn’t want it to be… In a stuffy room, with both of them too tired and too horny to be thinking straight about decisions they were surely regretting the other day. Although, from that day forward Jimin had been blatantly avoiding him, acting like nothing happened and shoving the subject away whenever Jungkook tried bringing it up. Now, three months later, Jungkook seriously can’t take it anymore. “Because I’m finally having the guts to properly talk to you about this? I’m tired of playing games, hyung. If you hated it so much just straightforward tell me so I can apologize for kissing you, instead of pretending I don’t exist whenever we’re alone. It kinda hurts.”
Jimin’s fingers soften it’s grip on Jungkook’s tshirt and he looks down, a frown molding his features.
Jungkook wants to kiss his pout away. But he doesn’t.
“I-I didn’t… hate it…” Jimin mutters, fidgeting the cloth. “It’s just…” he lifts his eyes and meet Jungkook’s gaze for a second before diverting it again. “Aish, I don’t wanna talk about this.”
“Why not?” Jungkook asks, an ache menacing to show up on his voice.
It’s kinda unfair, he thinks. How Jimin is dealing with everything like it means nothing, when Jungkook can not not think about it for a single day. How Jimin is not shifting his gaze down to Jungkook’s lips, like Jungkook has been constantly doing for the past minute, dying to catch Jimin’s lips on his own. Or how he seems almost restless to get away from Jungkook, when all Jungkook wants to do is hold his body on his arms and not let go.
“Because…” Jimin nearly whines, frustrated. Their chests are still tightly pressed together, but it feels softer, the atmosphere having made Jungkook faintly pull away, scared of Jimin’s answer. “I don’t want to serve as a reckless experience for you to kill your curiosity only and then–“
“What?!” Jungkook chokes out, shocked. “What the fuck?! Who ever said you were–“
“No one needs to say it, okay?” Jimin snorts, looking everywhere but Jungkook’s face. “This already happened before. I’m sure of my… You know. But you’re not and I’m just sick of being used as an–“
“Shut up.” Jungkook cuts him off. He feels irritated somehow. “With what right do you go out carelessly making assumptions about me and comparing me with the assholes from your past?” Jimin is silent all of a sudden. “Goddammit, hyung! Three months! Seriously, this is absurd, why couldn’t you just talk to me when I tried to?”
Jimin is eyeing his left hand on Jungkook’s t-shirt, so the younger angles his head to be on Jimin’s field of vision and force him to stop avoiding his stare. “Look at me.” he says, and this time he is able to hear the hurt on his voice, his brows furrowed as if that would help him read Jimin’s mind.
“I…” Jimin starts, lips pursed and Jungkook’s chest aches with how much he wants to kiss it, but he somehow expects for Jimin to do it first. He doesn’t want to push himself on him, just to be rejected later. “I…” They’re holding eye contact and it makes kind of hard for Jimin to properly think with such a short distance between them. “It makes me feel awkward.” He finally lets out, gulping.
“Why?” Jungkook asks, and feels like it’s the thousand time he is repeating this question.
Jimin fists his tshirt harder, before his hands go cup the sides of Jungkook’s neck, the cold palms against his warm skin making his breath slightly hitch. “Because…” he seems to be painfully trying to form words and Jungkook’s heart is beating so fast he is sure Jimin can feel it against his chest. “It’s your fault. You make me feel awkward.”
Jungkook had unconsciously tilted his head to the side, the angle rendering difficult for him to pretend he can’t feel Jimin’s breath hitting his lips anymore.
“You make me feel awkward too.” he whispers.
Jimin is bitting his lips, and it takes him a whole second to close his eyes and tangle his hands on Jungkook’s hair after the younger’s words fall out of his mouth, pulling him closer. Their lips are brushing and Jungkook is happy Jimin is somehow holding him in place, because otherwise he’s sure his legs would be betraying him – but still none of them is moving further and Jungkook is so fucking frustrated, because what the fuck is still holding Jimin back?
(Jungkook’s pride is holding himself back, because even though he is sure Jimin’s hands fisting his hair means a lot more than just consent, he still doesn’t want to be the first to give in – considering he had been the first to do it the last time. He needs a stronger reassurance Jimin wants that as much as he does, and he is determined to get it.)
That’s what impells him to part his lips and allow the hot air from his throat to curl around Jimin’s lips, the red flesh of their mouths skimming and providing both of them a tingling feeling on the tip of their stomachs. Jimin is still motionless and Jungkook is so damn impatient, he sinks his teeth on Jimin’s bottom lip with force and no previous warning, making Jimin hiss and then moan when Jungkook pulls it forward just to let it softly slide from his teeth back to its place.
Something clicks inside Jimin’s mind and he chases Jungkook’s lips with a hunger he has no idea he possesses, their mouths finally, finally clashing with an eagerness built during months.
Jungkook’s lips fits under Jimin’s so naturally well that it’s almost surreal, as only the pressure of their mouths against each other is able to make Jungkook feel on the verge of exploding – longing washing over him and proving his imagination is such a weak representation of reality. He could never truly recreate this feeling, it didn’t matter how many scenarios he pictured.
It’s when Jimin licks his lips – almost demanding for Jungkook to let him in – that he melts, their tongues meeting in a simultaneous warmness and thirsty that needs no further actions to demonstrate how desperate for each other they actually are. Jimin wraps his arms around Jungkook’s neck, angling his head in a way there’s not an inch of air between them, standing on his tiptoes and sucking Jungkook’s lips with just the right amount of pressure to drive him crazy. He takes his elbows off the wall and envelops them around Jimin’s waist, in an impossible attempt to pull him closer, needing to completely intoxicate all his senses with Jimin and Jimin only. Not that it took a lot of effort.
“Mhm…” he hears the whine falling out of Jimin’s lips and feels the vibration on his mouth and chest. His arms tighten around the older’s waist in response and the clenching on his stomach urges him to lick in Jimin’s mouth more intensely. He does, and on the second time, they moan together, Jimin’s hands gripping Jungkook’s shoulder so hard, his nails are sinking on the skin.
They pull apart for lack of oxygen, both panting and with swollen red lips.
Jungkook kisses Jimin again for a second, not resisting to stay away for too long. He watches as a shy smile appears on Jimin’s lips, so he kisses it one more time. And then another, and another. He keeps on pecking Jimin’s lips repeatedly until he is giggling and blushing. Jungkook smiles, burying his face on the older’s neck and sucking his scent to his lungs.
Jimin’s skin smells the sweetest.
“You’re so dumb.” He lets out, voice muffled.
Jimin chuckles. “So are you.”
“Yah!” he pulls back offended to look him in the face. “I was the one trying to fix everything up, why am I dumb?!”
Jimin brings his face closer to Jungkook’s. “You should’ve caged me against a wall and kissed me breathless three months ago.”
He smiles before catching Jungkook’s lips on his again.