unexpected hello

Izuocha with an unexpected ally

Hello people, here is a short 4koma from kapuchirio. Here is the twitter page for the comic, be sure to check it out.

I think the dish they are talking about is something like daikon mochi, fried mochi with vegetables inside

If as an artist you want your art removed just ask and i’ll delete this publication right away

もしアーティストさんはあなたのファンアートが取り除きたいて私に連絡してお願いします

Elevator (M)

Description: It’s been a terribly long day at work, and all you want to do is go home. Before you can even make it out of the building, Jeon Jungkook, one of your least favorite co-workers, happens to get into the same elevator as you, but it doesn’t stop there. Jungkook X Reader

Warnings: foul and graphic language, hate sex, blowjobs, & fingering

Word Count: 2.9k

Originally posted by nnochu

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°•○●Imagine- Fili and Kili sitting around the fire telling stories. Imagine the look on Kili’s face when you believe all of the stories he made up, because he was trying to impress you.●○•°

Giving Tree: Chapter 2

(Giving Tree: Chapter 1)

Ed had dragged Al’s soul out from the gate, and he did it at the price of his right arm. If his right arm could pull Al out, so could his left arm. So could his other leg, up to the mid thigh. As well as four or five ribs. Some non-vital organs. His sight. His hearing… It was simple math, and Ed had calculated down, to his every last body part, just how many times he could save Al.


Exactly two trains ran daily between Central Station and East Station, the 10:30 am and the 3:30 pm. The East Station arrival time was easy enough to calculate, since the route from Central to East took exactly four hours to cover. There was a rumor which claimed the route used to take 3 hours, 57 minutes exactly, until they added Resembool as the third-to-last stop. Very few people ever got on at that stop, and no one ever got off. Most commuters just watched those open doors, inhaling the heady drafts of sheep and pastures, wondering why the train even bothered. On very rare occasion, some had the treat of watching the Fullmetal Alchemist get off at just that stop, arm slung up and head in bandages, with his armor suited younger brother toting behind. He was a four leaf clover to them, a black swan of sorts, the one mythical reason the train ever stopped in Resembool. The station was added for the Fullmetal Alchemist specifically, so the rumor went.

On June 3rd, 3:28 pm, Edward Elric stood near the edge of the Central Station train tracks, watching the approaching headlights as they ripped through the mid-afternoon fog. It was draining to stand, more than he realized, and so waited for the train to pull in with a heavy-hearted relief. Now where was…

“Al!” Ed angled his head over his shoulder. The one suit of armor in the whole station jumped, public telephone pressed against his cheek. “Train’s here! Come on.”

“But I—just another minute. Winry and Granny haven’t picked up. I’m going to try calling them once more.”

“We don’t have another minute Al. Train’s here. We’ll just tell them when we get there, it’s not big deal. Not like we’ve ever called ahead any other time.”

“But don’t you think…this is…”

“It’s fine, Al. …Really. Come get on the train.”

The screeching of stopping tires punctuated Ed’s sentence. The train rested, huffed, let off a quick honk of its horn before the attendants inside each compartment hauled the doors open. Al watched as Ed eyed the openings with urgency. And it was so unlike him—normally, they pushed train departure to the last second. Normally they chased after it, wheels cranking and gaining speed. They’d hop the rails and sling their luggage over, and one arm extended they’d catch each other, catch whoever had leapt second.

One arm extended…

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It feels deeper this way (smut)

Request: @steph-oliveira :Hey honey ❤❤ Can you please do 18, 34, 39 and 72 with Theo Raeken with a happy ending? Thank you very much 💗💗💗 

Paring: Theo Raeken • Reader

Summary: Y/N and Theo are dating and Theo comes over. Enough said…

A/N: Enjoy this smut. I hope you like!

Originally posted by strongjrl

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There is a part of us hidden deep.

It is the portion of us untouched by our difficult circumstances, our cutting-edge need to belong, and the all of the outside forces that morph and mold us.

The sensitive, artistic, generous, whimsical, outlandish parts of us have slowly buried themselves against the steel we have created against the harshness of this world and all of its expectations.

We feel it ache whenever we see a hungry child or a piece of art on the street. An unexpected pang. “Hello? I’m still here. I’m still with you. You haven’t forgotten, have you?

That is the part, those are the parts, this world yearns for.

All of those soft parts that are so sensitive to the blade of criticism and rejection are what this world craves.

Do me (and you, and your neighbor, and the child you love, and your local grocery store clerk) a favor: do what you’re afraid to do.
Turn over to the underbelly of all of those things you’re afraid to show and brave the weight of the world.
Yield all of those quirky parts of you against the winds.

Be still. Be vulnerable. Be open. Be funny. Be soft. Be all of those things you never thought you could let yourself be.

Because Jesus made you that way. He crafted you, knitted you, and transformed you to be who you are.
And it’s okay to be you.

Because it might save someone.
It just might save you.

-31Women (Ansley)

Thieves Among Us (3/5)

Let Jon have his armies and his devoted wildlings and the love of their people, she thinks. Let him have his dragon queen. She’s in possession of a secret, tragic as it may be, but at least it’s entirely her own. For Sansa, that’s more than enough. It has to be. Rated M; inspired by content from S7. Previous chapters can be found here.


Sansa’s eyes dawned with realization while she stared back at him, her face a kaleidoscope of surprise and panic that burst wide open before swallowing itself up again as she recovered from his unexpected appearance.  

“Hello, Jon,” she greeted evenly. Sansa may have had the sense to speak first, but her tone was distant—as distant as it had been when she’d spoken to him on the rampart. It was like she had thrown ice water over him, jolting him out of his dazed bewilderment. The fact that she sounded so casual, as if her presence wasn’t anything strange to ponder over whatsoever, only set him off the edge just a little further.

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Mini Matchmaker Pt 3 (Steve Holiday Mini Series)

Happy New Year, my lovelies!! I was trying really hard to have this ready for NYE cause that’s when part of it happens but work and life made that impossible. But here it is!! I really hope you like this! I had all the fluffy feels while writing it, so yeah. :D Let me know your thoughts! <3

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Mini Matchmaker Pt 3 (Steve Holiday Mini Series)

Characters: reader x Steve, Bucky, Clint, Natasha, OC Justice, Laura Barton, Sam, Maria Hill, others mentioned. [modern AU]

Summary: A surprising phone call leads to another dinner, plus New Years Eve plans go awry. 

Warnings: Fluff! Lil angst. Mention of death and car accident. Illness I guess? 

Word Count: 4.2k (I’m a wordy birdie)

Tags are at the end

<<<Part Two   Part Three   Part Four>>>

Mini Matchmaker Series Masterlist

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Originally posted by shenghoutony

The day after Christmas was a rude awakening, returning to the awful world of retail clothing and the demanding general public. Everyone and their dim-witted cousin had descended upon the mall to return ill-fitting clothes, otherwise unwanted gifts, and basically to annoy you. You didn’t know how many more times you could say, “Without a receipt I can only give store credit and that’s with the tags still attached” because every single time, the customer was baffled and infuriated at your inability to fork over the refund money without proof of purchase. Shocking.

You had spent your (late and shorter than usual) break hiding in the bathroom just so you didn’t have to see another person for 15 minutes. You repeated the mantra of “only a few more days, only a few more days…” to keep you from snapping right then and there.

Thankfully, two days later things had calmed down and you were able to have an actual lunch break. Natasha had joined you halfway through and was currently devouring your basket of fries, but lucky for her you weren’t that hungry. If you never saw another mall food court again, it would be too soon. The combined smells were nauseating. Only a few more days, only a few more days…

The buzzing of your phone on the laminate table brought you out of your stupor, your heart leaping at the name displayed on the screen. Steve. Natasha’s eyes followed the sound and she gripped your arm in almost-painful excitement.

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Settle in in my slow-burning heart
Five years after the war Draco is working a tech developer job in the Auror Office, and it’s all great except this one thing: Harry Potter works there, too. Things only become stranger when Harry starts bringing Draco ugly souvenirs back from his work travels. When Harry then shows up injured in Draco’s flat, Draco considers the possibility that he’s going insane.

Slammed
Potter develops a worrying habit of randomly wall-slamming Draco all over the castle.

Don’t Blame Me (It Was All a Blur Last Night)
“Stop moving, Potter,” Malfoy mumbled from where his head was buried under a pillow. “You’re disturbing my hangover. Also, why are you still here?”
“This is my hotel room,” Harry told him.

Crutch
Harry has too much to do, and Draco, too little. The solution? Hire him, of course. Who knew Draco Malfoy would be such a perfect personal assistant?

Ferocious Determination, Insufficient Deliberation, and a Slightly Wrong Destination
All Draco wants is sleep, but his bed won’t stop talking. More importantly, it refuses to stop looking like Harry Potter.

Edible Smudges and Insufferable Potters (and Insufferable Smudges and Edible Potters)
All Draco wants to do is study. That’s what libraries are for. Study History of Magic, that is. Not Potter.

The Rewards of Bravery
During an Auror mission gone wrong, Harry finds himself with an unexpected new power: he can tell when people are lying. It’s incredibly annoying, except for when Draco’s around…

Storm in a Teacup
For reasons he’d rather not think about, Draco is obsessed with Potter’s hair. This cannot end well.

Marginal Notes
When you’re 18, and nothing is as it was meant to be, sometimes it can be hard to let the right people know what you are thinking.

Good to Me (And I’d Be So Good to You)
Everyone returns to Hogwarts after the war, but nothing is quite the same. Harry’s groupies are creepier than ever, Ron and Hermione are snogging all over the place, and the once-proud Draco is shuffling around like a kicked puppy. But that’s okay: Harry’s got a plan.

Hey, Potter
Harry returns to Hogwarts for his 8th year, determined not to let Malfoy get to him. But when the snarky teasing starts up again, Harry finds that returning the jibes with compliments has a far more interesting outcome.

Then Comes a Mist and a Weeping Rain
It always rains for Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically. And literally. Ever since he had accidentally Conjured a cloud. A cloud that’s ever so cross.

The Standard You Walk Past
On returning to Hogwarts for their Eighth Year, Headmistress McGonagall decided to room Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter together. She may have hoped for a leading example of house unity; the other students fully expected insults and fights. But nothing happened.
That was, until Harry sleepwalked into Draco’s bed.

You Already Know What’s Next
It’s about Truth or Dare, except it’s not really about Truth or Dare at all. Or: there is alcohol and a bunch of twenty-somethings play embarrassing party games.

It Was We Who Were The Cliché (But We Carried On Anyway)
When the reconciled Black sisters go on holiday together, Andromeda entrusts Draco, rather than Harry, with five year old Teddy Lupin for three weeks. Harry is convinced she made the wrong choice, and he decides the way to fix this is simply to keep turning up at the manor and refusing to leave Draco alone.

An Issue of Consequence
Draco has woken up in an alternate universe. Or he has woken up utterly insane. Nothing else can possibly explain why Harry Potter suddenly seems to think he’s Draco’s boyfriend.

Salt on the Western Wind
When the war isn’t quite as over as it first appears, a guilt-ridden Harry is sent to a mysterious safe-house. Among sandwiches, insomnia, and Mills & Boon, he discovers something quite unexpected.

hello goodbye (‘twas nice to know you)
Draco Malfoy thinks he might know whose thoughts are scrawling themselves on his skin, but that’s crazy. Impossible, even. It has to be a mistake.

Five Times Draco Went to Potions
Five times Draco goes to Potions and One time he does not. Features Draco/Harry, a very observant Hermione, and Draco’s plans to take over the known world, starting with Hogwarts.

Sex on Legs in Six-Inch Heels
Draco Malfoy is a brilliant freelance cursebreaker and the only one who can help the Department of Magical Law Enforcement with a very dangerous case, but more importantly, he’s wearing six-inch heels, and Harry cannot handle it, he really just can’t.

Defining Dickhead
cockblock (vulgar, slang)
verb: to impede the romantic or sexual advances of a person (usually a man) towards another
cockblockhead (vulgar, slang)
noun: a person (usually a man) who unintentionally cockblocks themselves
see also entries for: self-sabotage, absolute idiocy, Harry James Potter

Special Magic
Harry was seriously considering the fact that his partner might be completely insane.

Unexpected requests

Hello lovelies! This one is an oldie, which I had posted before but ended up deleting. It’s not that good and I haven’t proof read it, but I made some changes. It’s from Harry’s pov, so I hope you guys like the change. Let me know if you do! B xx

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Originally posted by gaylwt

- This one is about Harry missing his girlfriend after being back from tour, but not having time to catch up because she’s busy with work. He start thinking about old times and it gets him flustered and needy. It’s all downhill from there.

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Two hours. Two hours of hanging around the studio, observing people running from side to side with make up brushes, hairspray, lipstick, eyeshadow and clothes from a thousand different designers and flash after flash from the camera, while the photographer shouted instructions to each member of the crew. 

I was used to it if I’m honest but usually, I wasn’t the one waiting, I was the one in front of the camera, not behind it. It was nice to take a break from that and be the one watching it all happen for once.  I was sitting in a chair and my eyes were getting heavy, the people around me too busy to hold a conversation for more than five minutes. The thing is, even though I was sleepy and in much need of attention, not even that could make me tear my eyes away from her.

She looked amazing, as she always did, even though I preferred her with much less make up and wearing nothing but the black panties I loved and one of my shirts. I preferred even more when she was wearing nothing but I was trying to steer away from those thoughts because getting turned on when I knew she wasn’t even near finished with the photoshoot was not a good idea. 

She was wearing a floor length long sleeved backless black dress, that had her petite frame look slender and her wide hips look hypnotizing. Her make up reminded me of that old Hollywood glamour, like Marilyn Monroe. Her long hair was in waves, the way she loved to do it when we went out together and I loved to mess it up. She looked magnificent and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her.

Usually, she was the one sitting around and waiting for me but today was an unusual situation. After a lot of struggling on the first year of our relationship, a lot of tears and late night phone calls and last minute flights to see each other because we couldn’t stand being away from each other for one more second, our schedules were coordinated by our teams and now she went in to shoot her tv series while I was on tour so we could get our time off at the same time. Unfortunately, some things couldn’t be set for days when we weren’t meant to be together, but this shoot was special and she couldn’t say no to it, so I decided to tag along.

It was our first day together after I had been back from the Asian leg of the tour and we still hadn’t had time to catch up. I, above all things, really missed the sound of her voice and the way she kissed me when I got back from tour, it was always special and made chills run up my spine, but not even a kiss I got because as soon as I stepped inside, she was passed out on the couch, back from a last minute night shoot, her meal cold on top of the coffee table and Friends  reruns on the tv, the volume so low you could only hear the audience laughter from time to time. It reminded me of the first time I got back from tour since we were together and the first step into us moving in together.

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As the plane landed and I walked towards the exit of LAX, I could already see the crowd gathering outside and beyond that, the black SUV parked and waiting for me. The LA sun warmed my skin and I felt electrified.

 

I could barely see the faces and hear what people told because I just couldn’t wait to go home and see her. I knew she was waiting for me there, she told me she wouldn’t come to the airport because she was still avoiding being around when she knew fans were going to be there. It would certainly cause an unnecessary chaos.

 

As I got into the car, the driver pulling away as fast as possible to avoid any chasers, I could finally let the anxiety take over me. It had been almost three months since I last saw her and I couldn’t put into words how much I missed her.

 

I missed her smile and the smell of her hair, the way her eyes would look so bright in the mornings, even when she didn’t have a good night of sleep. I miss her lips and the way her hands tangled in my hair every time she kissed me, like she couldn’t keep them away and the way she got on her tiptoes to reach for me when she thought I was too far away.

 

We were together for eight months now, almost half of those moments had been spent apart, while I was on tour and she was shooting, barely making time to each other but always trying to be as close as possible. I had never wanted someone so much before and even though it had been daunting and frustrating and maddening being away from each other, we had pulled through like true champions.

 

Half an hour later, I was jumping out of the car in a hurry, thanking the driver while I dragged my bags out of the boot, walking so fast towards my front door that I nearly tripped over when I stepped inside, the suitcases hitting my legs, and shut the door behind me. The noise and the heels of my boots on the hardwood must have gotten her attention because seconds later I heard her voice coming from somewhere.

 

“H, is that you?!” She asked, her voice having an excited tone to it, making me smile.

 

“Yeah kitten, I’m home.” 

I heard her, before I saw her. She squealed, the sound of pure happiness coming from her lips when she appeared on the corridor, a smile as big as the moon on her face as she ran towards me, her momentum so strong when she jumped into my arms that we both fell to the ground, on top of my suitcases. My bum hit the ground, my hands useless to stop us from falling because I was too busy pulling her into me. Her legs were on both sides of me and she probably hit her knees on the ground but that didn’t bother her one bit as she looked at me like I was the most important person she ever had in her life, her eyes shining so bright I could see tears in them.

 

“Don’t you look happy to see me…” I joked and her arms snaked around me, her legs pulling in and pressing against my sides, her face hiding in my neck as she hugged me tight. My arms went around her waist, holding her the way I’ve been wanting since the moment we had to part ways and it was just a few seconds later that I realized she was hiding because she was crying. I felt the sudden dampness on my shoulder and her body shook lightly, my heart breaking at the sound of her sobs. “Are you crying? Please don’t cry baby, I’m home! You should be happy.” I whispered in her ear, trying to push her away so I could look into her face but she just tightened her embrace, her body shaking a little harder now.

“God, I’m so happy to see you. It’s been hell without you.” She said a few minutes later, when her breathing had calmed and the tears had stopped. “God, look at you. I can’t believe you’re actually here!” She exclaimed, her hands going to my face as her eyes moved around my face almost frenetically, like she was trying to make sure I was there, that I was real and that this wasn’t just some trick of her imagination.

“I’m here. It’s me, I’m- ” I started but before I could finish whatever it was I was saying, she lunged forward, her lips finding mine in a desperate kiss.

It was not like other kisses, where she was always careful and deliberately slow, because she liked to tease me to no end. No, this was raw need. I could feel it in the way her hands tangled in my hair and the way she breathed in sharply as her tongue met mine.

 

The kiss was hungry and lust filled, my skin burning when she found the back of my shirt and she dipped her hands inside just so she could touch my back and pull me closer to her. The strokes of her tongue against mine were making my head spin, my hands finding her face and holding her to me as I bit her lip and pulled, breaking the kiss for a moment so we could breathe. She mewled when my teeth bit in her skin and she bunched my shirt into her small hands, her nails piercing my skin even through the fabric.

“Take me.” She said, her lips finding my jaw and sucking hard, making a chill run down my spine as I pulled her hips closer, her tongue soothing the skin while I got up, never letting go of her and almost sprinting towards the bedroom.

 

“I want this forever…” I said, as I peeled the clothes from her body, leaving her naked before I could even think about what I was doing. I missed her so bad.

 

“This what?” She asked, when I crawled on top of her, kissing all the way up from her navel towards her breasts, my lips closing around one pink and perk nipple, making her moan loud and her back arch into me. I could feel my cock pulsing inside my pants and the way she moaned my name just made it that much harder for me to take things slow.

 

“You, here. Every day. When I get back from work, when I get back from tour. I want you to be with me every day.” I grunted, my hands running down her body, never satisfied with just one spot but wanting to feel every bump, every scar, every curve. “I want to have you whenever I want. I want you to be the first thing I see when I wake up and the last when I go to sleep.”  I kept talking and she pulled me up to her, her mouth finding mine again as she pulled my shirt up and threw it away, her lips connecting to my shoulder where she left another one of her hickeys. 

 

I could feel her small and delicate hands palming me through my jeans and my hips jerked forward. Even the slightest touch from her made me lose my shit. After reluctantly pulling away so I could get rid of my jeans and my boxers, I was pressing myself between her legs, the feeling of skin on skin blowing my mind for a second.

 

We kissed, slow, hungry and deep, tasting each other and making the most of it. Her kiss was one of the things I missed the most about her. She had a way with her lips that made me feel like I was the only person that mattered for her, in the entire world. The only one she wanted like this.

 

We stayed like that for a while, before I glided my fingers between her legs, finding her center and slowly dipping into her folds, her wetness making it easy for me to touch her the way I wanted to. I circled her entrance once, twice before sliding up to find her clit, giving it the circular motions she loved and the occasional pressure of my fingers. It wasn’t long before she was dripping, her breathing harsh and her nails piercing the skin of my back as she tried to get me closer.

“Baby, please… oh fuck.” She breathed out, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as I dipped one finger inside her, making her legs tremble.

 

“Does it feel good kitten? Tell me how good I make you feel…” I demanded, knowing that I had to keep her talking if I wanted her to stay with me for a little while longer before losing herself into her pleasure.

 

“So good baby, you make me feel so good.” She moaned out, forgetting to breathe for a second when I pushed in a second finger and instead of just pushing in and out, I curled my fingers, petting the spongy spot inside her and making her squirm and curse out.

 

“Fuck Harry, stop, stop! I want you, I want to come with you.” She begged and I smiled, planting a kiss on her forehead.

 

“Just give me one kitten, just one before I take you.” I gambled with her, putting pressure on her clit with my thumb and still moving my fingers inside her. My mouth found a spot on her neck, where I could feel her heartbeat against my lips and I licked it, sinking my teeth into and pulling lightly before sucking the skin until the blood came to the surface, purpling the spot.

“C’mon babe, are you going to give it to me?” I asked, nipping at one of her nipples and pulling into my mouth, my other hand pinching the other a little harder, making her gasp.

 

Her body was already glistening, her chest bright red from the heat that was emanating from her as she squirmed around and arched into me. Her breathing was harsh and her moans were getting louder than ever before. I could feel her clenching around my fingers, her thighs trembling against my sides and it was with one circling of her clit that I got her to lose herself, pushing her over the edge.

 

She was beautiful when she came. Her mouth agape, lips bright red from biting into them too hard, her hair wild against the white sheets and eyes clenched shut. She was loud, my name rolling of her lips like a mantra between a bunch of curses. She drenched my fingers and I couldn’t help but bring them to my mouth, licking them clean just to get a taste of her. It was sweet and unique, just like her and it reminded me of strawberries, her favorite fruit.

 

I was ready to go between her legs so I could get a taste from the source but she pulled me down and closer, her hand going between us and wrapping around my cock, reminding me of how hard I was for her.

 

She pumped me slowly, once, twice before she went up to the head and circled it, bringing the already oozing pre-come down my shaft. The words were lost in my tongue, the feeling of her hands instead of mine making me loose the strength on my arms for a second, falling completely on top of her.

 

“Just… just let me-“ I started and she nodded, bringing me to her entrance and taking her hand away so I could trust inside her. I had never been this desperate. But it was all her, she made me lose myself and I was too far gone when I realized it.

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“H, you there?!” I was pulled back from my thoughts by her voice. She was looking at me with a frown, her lips turning into a pout like she did every time she thought I was ignoring her. 

“I’m sorry kitten, I was lost.” I said and she smiled.

“It’s ok babe. They just want to take some pictures of us, I asked them if they could do me this favor. I want a nice one to put in our bedroom.” Her voice was smooth and sweet like dripping honey and she had an excited look in her eyes.

 

“Babe, I’m not even dressed for this…” I said, pointing to my light blue button up and skinny jeans.

“Please babe, you’re wearing my favorite hat.” She begged and I laughed, fixing the hat on my head. She always had the weirdest fixation with this hat in particular. It was nothing special, a brown fedora, but she always loved it when I wore it.

“Do I have an option?” I asked and she shook her head no, smiling when I got up from my chair and taking my hand in hers, pulling me towards the set. She sat on a stool, her black dress draping over her legs and she turned to me, wrapping her arms around me and looking up at me.

“Thank you for doing this love, God knows how tired of cameras you must be.” She said and I laughed.

“It’s not that bad babe, you kinda get used to it after a while.” I shrugged and leaned down, kissing her softly, my hand finding the slit of the dress that started right on the top of her left thigh. “You look amazing.” I whispered against her lips, looking into her eyes and seeing the spark I always found there when she looked at me.

“Do I?” She questioned and I nodded, kissing her again and biting lightly her bottom lip. The flash startled both of us and I looked up, seeing the photographer smiling apologetically.

“It was just such a good shot, I couldn’t miss it.” He said and I rolled my eyes, laughing.

A few pictures later, we were walking towards the dressing room so she could change and then leave. I had my hands all over her, the ghost of the memories I was being flooded with while I waited for her still haunting me, making me excited to be alone with her.

As we were going to the car, we saw a few fans already waiting for us outside in the warm and humid parking lot, the London summer always a bit too suffocating for my liking and you could see the differences from both groups. A bunch of teenage girls and a few boys here and there. It was funny how our fans interacted. Hers, always calm and respectful, her calm nature never scaring them and mine, always excited and bubbly, sometimes a bit too cheeky for her taste. She was calm and she knew how to deal with them but she was a jealous woman and that would never change, no matter how many times I told her it was harmless. After talking to everyone we jumped in my car, waving as we pulled away into the road. 

She leaned against the car, her hand finding mine on the gear and intertwining our fingers.

“What do you want to do?” She asked, caressing my fingers with hers. “Do you want to go out and have dinner? I have make up on, we can go to that fancy place you like?” She offered, turning on the radio and leaning back on her seat.

“Not in the mood.” I said, paying attention to the road. 

The sound of the Rolling Stones was electric, Mick’s voice filling the car and the guitar riffs dirtier than I remembered. Her skin on mine was making me restless, even the gentle flicks of her thumb on my hand. The memories of the last time we were together, three months ago, the last time she visited me on tour were filling my mind, the way I took her inside one of the vans because I just couldn’t wait ‘till we were back in the hotel. The way she screamed and convulsed on top of me, the way I had to keep my hands on her hips to keep her moving through her orgasm so I could reach my high.

“Damn it.” I cursed, the hand on the wheel tightening. The suggestive lyrics were making me think of all the things I wanted to do to her and hadn’t had the chance since I got back. I just wanted to stop the car in one of those dark corners and fuck her until the only thing she knew was my name and how good I made her feel.

“Harry, babe, are you ok?” She asked, her hand coming to my thigh as she leaned in, trying to see my eyes behind the sunglasses.

“I’m ok, it’s nothing babe. I just want to get home.” I said. 

“Why are you gripping the wheel so hard? You’ll hurt yourself like that, relax.” She rubbed her palm up and down my thigh, squeezing a little at the top and I felt my cock twitch inside my pants.

“Fuck babe, I just want to be alone with you.” I breathed out as we stopped in a red light.

“Is that it?” She asked, surprised. I nodded, resting my forehead on the steering wheel and sighing. “I’m sorry we didn’t have a chance to be together babe, I knew I should’ve stayed up last night.” The guilt filled her voice and I groaned.

“No kitten, it’s not your fault. You were tired from work. It’s just me, I put myself into this situation.” I said, speeding when I saw the green light again, taking the fastest way home. “I just can’t stop thinking about you and your taste.” I let out before I could stop myself and she gasped. I knew she loved when I talked like that, but she hated when I did it somewhere we couldn’t do anything.
 
“Just get me home. Hurry up.” She said, her fingers going through her  hair in an anxious manner. I looked at her, our eyes meeting and the way the lust clouded over her features was probably the reason I run through a few red lights.

As I opened the gate and parked not very neatly I must say, my hands leaving the steering wheel as soon as I turned off the engine, I reached for her pulling her onto my lap, my hands going under her sundress quickly, finding the curve of her ass. She smiled, looking at my desperate moves as she leaned in and kissed me, a gentle touch of lips and swipe of her tongue as she rocked her hips on top of me, her panty clad center rubbing against my jeans.

Her hands caressed my chest, under my shirt, her nails digging into my skin as I let my demanding tongue enter her mouth, the kiss becoming more heated, dirtier as our tongues danced against each other. I could feel her dainty fingers unbuttoning my shirt but I had other plans. I needed space for what I wanted to do to her.

Reluctantly, I pulled away, her lips turning into a pout as she continued rocking herself against me, signaling that she wanted me to stay exactly where we were.

“Let’s go inside kitten, let’s go to our bed.” I said, my breathing harsh as I felt the slow roll of her hips on my cock, making me twitch inside my jeans.

“But it’s so good in here babe… so good.” She moaned as she leaned in, kissing me again and rolling her hips harder.


“I need you to stop now. I want to take you in our bed, between our sheets…” I grunted when she bit my neck, almost giving up on my plans and just fucking her in thecar.

“But I’ve always wanted to fuck in the car.” She whined, looking at me expectantly, her big and bright eyes begging me to reconsider.

“No.” I told her sternly. “We can do that another time. Right now, I have you all to myself, like I’ve wanted in a long time and I need to fuck you right.” I whispered against her lips, biting her bottom lip while tucking her already wild hair behind her ear and smiling when I saw her gasp, my words making her body warm up so much I could feel the heat rolling from her.

I opened the door, setting her down on the ground and telling her to go inside and wait for me while I locked everything. Going inside and leaving my keys on the pot beside the door, I walked straight to the bedroom, finding her sitting on the bed playing with the hem of her dress, the look of pure innocence.

“I’ve been dying to be alone with you.” I told her, as I pulled her up so she could stand in front of me. My hands found the hem of her dress and I pulled it up, leaving her in nothing but her panties. My eyes racked down her body, from her neck and her breasts to the curve of her waist and her legs, a smile tugging on my lips.

She was flushed, like she always was when I took the time to look at her and appreciate all the little things I loved most – the roundness of her breasts, the softness of her skin, the way every hair of her body would stand up when I touched her.  She reached for me, her hands finding my already unbuttoned shirt and she pushed it from my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Next was my hat, the one she loved oh so much. She took the time to rub her palm over me over my boxers, her nails scratching my thigh lightly before she took my pants and my boxers all the way down my legs and I kicked them away.

“I missed you so much.” She said, her lips finding my shoulders and leaving a trail of kisses, from one swallow to the other, her hands going around my neck as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss me.

The only way I could describe our kiss was baffling. I could feel her body turning into jelly in my hands, her skin prickling with goose bumps all over, her fingers tightening on my hair when I sucked on her bottom lip just the way she liked it. She pushed her chest against mine, our skin touching and her nipples brushing against me, making me pull her closer.

My hands ran down her spine, finding the hem of her panties and dipping my fingers inside, feeling the curve of her ass and pulling her hips closer to mine so she could feel just how hard I was for her already. I pushed her to the bed, crawling on top of her and pulling her up until her head was on the pillows, her hair spread wildly on the white sheets, her happy smile making me wonder how did I managed to be so lucky.

“I missed you too. I love you.” I said, my hands finding her panties and pulling them down and throwing them away while I leaned in and kissed on top of her heart, her hands running through my hair as she smiled down at me.

“I love you too.” She said, kissing my temple and laughing when I tickled her sides. “What made you so desperate babe?” She asked while I kissed her neck, sucking on her pulse point and feeling her roll her hips.

“You. Just you.” I said, kissing her collarbones, licking the valley between her breasts and sucking on the curve of her right breast, breaking the skin and turning it purple. I loved leaving my marks on her just as much as she loved leaving hers on me. I kept kissing down her tummy, my hands spreading her legs apart and she inhaled sharply, my knuckles running down her slit and kissing her hipbones and under her bellybutton.

“Babe, can we- can we skip that? I just want you…” She pleaded and I shook my head, my tongue running up her center and making her gasp.

“You’re all mine now, I need to take advantage of it.”


“Take me Harry, please.” She begged, her desperate voice being music to my ears, making me happy I was right there, the best place I could be, with the one girl that I truly loved.

“Now now, we can’t rush into things. I need to make sure you’re ready for me. I need to make sure you’re dripping. And then… then I can fuck you.” I said, sucking her clit into my mouth before circling it with my tongue, going down and circling her entrance, dipping in just a little to make her give me that sweet sound she always did when I first licked into her.

Her moan was a little louder than expected, the roll of her hips and the amount of wetness dripping for her telling me she was beyond ready to take me. I lied down on my stomach, her legs hooking on my shoulders and my arm on her tummy to keep her still as I dived in again, using my other hand to help. I glided my fingers up and down her slit before entering her, my tongue tapping her clit while I curved my fingers, searching for that one spot I knew that drove her crazy.

I could feel myself hard against the mattress, my hips thrusting into it to relieve some of the pressure that was building in my stomach. I needed to see her come just once before I could take her the way I wanted.

Lapping her up, I intensified the movements of my fingers, the sounds leaving her mouth becoming louder and louder, her hands going down to my hair to pull on it and her hips unable to stay still even with me holding her down. In one particular move, I felt that spongy spot inside her, pressing in a little further so I could put pressure on it and bringing my lips back down again, sucking her clit.

“Fuck Harry, FUCK!” She screamed, her legs closing around my head as I continued my ministrations on her, a hoarse scream ripping through her throat when she came, her fingers pulling my hair so hard I felt myself get a bit dizzy. I took my fingers away, licking her until she came down from her high, the sweet taste of her orgasm sparking my taste buds and making me want to stay exactly where I was and lick her into one orgasm after the other. “Harry…” She breathed out, rolling her hips into my tongue and I smiled, kissing up her center to her tummy and up her neck to her lips, her tongue diving into my mouth as soon as we connected.

“I love the way you taste.” I moaned, feeling my cock rubbing on her center, her eagerness making her lock her legs around my hips and rub herself against me to get the friction she wanted. “Aren’t you an eager little kitten?” I asked, her hips still moving against me, reminding me of just how hard my cock was throbbing and just how much I wanted to be inside her.

“I missed you. I missed your cock. I missed my cock. Didn’t you miss your pussy?” She said, her eyes fluttering close when I tweaked her nipples, sucking and nipping one of them while caressing the other.

“I sure did kitten, I sure did.” I said, my voice harsh and low. I felt the arousal and lust rolling off of me in waves, my hands gripping her skin a bit too hard and goose bumps taking over my body when she scratched her nails down my torso, running down my crotch before she wrapped her fingers around my cock, pumping slow and teasingly. While she pumped me, she ran the tip of my cock between her folds, teasing not just me but herself too. “I think it’s enough of teasing, don’t you?” A moan leaving me before I could stop it when she put pressure on the head of my cock, her hand pumping harder.

“I agree. I just need you inside me.” Her voice was like sweet honey, dripping with arousal, the begging always making me clench my stomach. I loved when she was so desperate just like I was.

I took her hand away from me, locking both of her wrists on one of mine, using my other hand to put myself on her entrance, finally entering her. Her jaw went slack, a silent moan lost on her throat while I started thrusting really slowly, her wrists still pined above her head while I held her hips down. I was going slow, too slow for my taste, but I knew that after being so long without sex, she would need the time to adjust and even though she loved it rough, I could never hurt her. I lied down, our flushed and sweaty chests glued together. I released her hands and using both of mine to pull her legs around me, my thrusts getting harder. My lips encased her bottom lip, sucking on it while pounding into her, trailing down until I could wrap around her nipple and suck, getting a loud moan from her. There was nothing I loved more than to feel her around me, the pretty sounds she made, the way my name would roll off of her tongue making goose bumps rise on my skin.

“Harder, Harry… harder, please please please, I need it.” She begged, yelping when my hand went down on the side of her thigh.

“You want it harder? You’ll have to do better than that kitten.” I grunted, stopping the thrust and just holding myself inside her, my hand going down her body and circling her clit. She opened her mouth to speak but the words were lost as I circled the bundle of nerves and she bit her lip, throwing her head back.

“Harry, please. Babe, I need you to fuck me.” She gasped out and I let out a chuckle. She whined and I could see she was losing her mind. “H, baby, fuck me. Fuck me hard. So hard I won’t be able to leave the bed, so hard I won’t even remember how to breathe, please baby, I need it.”

“Since you asked so nicely.” I said, kneeling on the bed and pulling her hips up, her back leaving the mattress. I entered her again in a hard thrust and her eyes rolled to the back of her head, my name leaving her lips in a loud yell. I started pumping her body into me, angling her up and in one particular thrust she digs her nails on my arm, letting me know I had found my favorite spot.

Thrust after thrust, I could see the sweat rolling down my chest, my eyes not being able to decide whether to look her pleasured face, the tears rolling down the sides of her face and her bottom lip between her teeth, one hand pulling the sheets while the other clutched to me or to the place where we connected, my cock entering and leaving her again and again. I could feel the heat from my body, my mind clouded and my breath harsh, my balls clenching on time with the clenching of her walls around me. I needed her closer to me, I had been away from her for too long so I leaned down, her legs wrapping around me as I grinded slightly, slowing the rhythm, taking time to look into her eyes.

“I love it when you do it like this…” She moaned out, while I went slow and deep, never leaving her walls and hitting her spot every time. I couldn’t wait to come, the need was overwhelming, the warmth of her walls just too familiar. It was my favorite feeling in the world, being wrapped in her, feeling her everywhere. Her smell, her soft skin, her warmth and her taste still very present on my tongue. All those things were making me insane with need and I could feel my stomach clenching, the bubble of pleasure in my stomach ready to burst.

“Are you close babe? I need you to cum for me, I need to feel it.” I whispered, kissing her pink lips and smiling when she mewled, biting my bottom lip and pulling my hair. It was her favorite thing to do. She rolled her hips, clenching around me, thrusting up in time with my thrusts and it was my turn to roll my eyes, bunching up the sheets in my fists. “You feel so good. So warm and wet for me. I love it…” I groaned.

My fingers found her clit again and I started drawing figure eights, alternating shapes and tapping it lightly and in a second I had her writhing underneath me, yelling my name, her orgasm coating me and spurring me into my own, coming so hard the thick streams shot inside her and dripped down her thighs, making a mess on our sheets and drenching my fingers.

We were breathless, my head between her breasts as she played with my hair, our hands locked together and we tried to calm down. I was so happy to be with her again, I couldn’t stop leaving kisses on her skin, anywhere I could reach. Her ribcage, the sides of her breasts, occasionally her nipples just to tease and see her gasp because she was still sensitive from her orgasms, the valley of her breasts and her tummy. I needed her closer, I needed her always.

“I think you should never leave me again.” She said, running her hand down my back, her nails ever so lightly making me sigh in happiness.

“I second that. I won’t ever leave you. Before the next tour you’ll be married to me, so I’ll drag you out there with me.” I groaned, leaning up to look at her.

“What?” She breathed out, a look of shock taking over her features. “Married?”

“Yes, married. You’ll be Mrs.Styles and I won’t have to share you with no one else ever again.” I smiled, kissing the tip of her nose and her lips.

“If this is your way of asking me to marry you-“ She started, her eyes looking glassy from tears and her voice shaking.

“Soon enough, my love. Soon enough.”

Exo reactions to an unexpected pregnancy

/Hello anon, thank you for the request <3 I hope you like it!/

Baekhyun: *He would be caring and support you with whatever decision you made.*

“I love you jagi.”

Chen: *He would be surprised at first, but would comfort you and be there for you through everything you wanted to do.*

“I’ll be there for you.”

/who else thought of the friends theme, I did/

Chanyeol: *He would go through so many emotions, from worried to excited. He wouldn’t know what to say, but he’d always support you and talk about it with you*

D.O: *He would be quite nervous and shocked. He wouldn’t know what he should do so he just waited for you to say something*

Kai: *He would be worried about what you thought about it and would be super sweet and caring and supportive*

“Don’t worry jagi.”

Lay: *Similar to D.O’s reaction, he would not know what to say and wait for your opinion and listen to you*

Suho: *He would probably worry about what the fans would think about it, but would be supportive and caring*

“I’ll always be here for you jagi.”

Sehun: *You didn’t expect him to be so serious and caring, listening to you and talking to you about it. He’d secretly worry about what the fans would think and the fact he was so young, but he would be there for you*

Xiumin: *he would comfort you and support you*

“I don’t mind jagi, it’s your decision”

/Feel free to request bts or exo reactions you want me to do <3/

Consider: Rey/Phasma

Okay stay with me here

  • Post-film, Phasma is sent in pursuit of Rey, trying to stop her and find Skywalker. Events conspire and they end up stranded somewhere, both are injured and have to rely on the other for survival.
  • Discussions about loyalty and what it means to them over camp fires.
  • Phasma catching Rey when she slips on a climb, wet moss is treacherous and Rey is from a desert world.
  • Rey helping Phasma deal with renewed injuries, catching her aggravated them.
  • Tol knightly captain convinced to switch sides by smol feisty jedi, they’re finally found & rescued by the Resistance w/ Rey trying to focus and reach out to Leia or something
  • Much confusion because how did Rey do the thing??? Phasma??? How???
  • More talk after they recover, Phasma keeps her armour, convinced but not willing to part with it. It’s good armour, she trusts it. Rey understands clinging to familiar things.
  • Rey finding she likes seeking Phasma out and keeping her company. Phasma is quiet but doesn’t shoo her away, getting on with whatever task she’s been assigned. The silence is comfortable.
  • Imagine, if you will, the romantic relationship forming but it being so subtle that no one notices or even conceives of such of a thing occurring. Not to mention, it’s Phasma. Rey is smiling an awful lot lately, she must be pleased about something, wonder what?? Oh well.
  • Imagine too, later on when it is figured out, Finn’s face. I mean, he gets finding love in unexpected places - Hello Poe Dameron - but it’s trying to wrap his head around the fact that it’s Phasma. She’s capable of such things????? She doesn’t burst into flames???? Rey how.
  • etc

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anonymous asked:

i love "love triangles" ?? Can you do a blurb of Shane figuring out that Harvey also has a crush on the farmer and is like "boi i may be trash but i also love the farmer" and they go through trying to one up each other?

I love love triangles too anon!! LOL here ya go :)

Shane cursed himself as he sat in the town clinic’s waiting room. He glared at his wrist, mangled from a run-in with an angry cow earlier that day. He had wanted to simply wrap it up and let it sort itself out, but Marnie was having none of it. She’d sent him marching to the doctor’s office, allowing him time to develop remorse for his cause of injury. If only he’d been gentler with Bessie…

The doctor’s familiar figure appeared out of the corner of Shane’s eye. He prepared himself to rise from his seat, but was quelled when he noticed Harvey hovering over Maru’s desk, speaking in a hushed tone. Obviously he wasn’t ready yet. Harvey glanced over at Shane, who quickly averted his eyes to the shitty home improvement magazine in his lap.

“We’ll be right with you, Shane.” The doctor said. Shane nodded in understanding and flipped mindlessly through the pages, irritated. Was town gossip really more important than the possible sprain in his wrist, pain increasing by the minute? He shook his head sadly. He’d just turned his attention to a photo of an aesthetically-pleasing lawn when he heard it:

“You need to just ask MC out already, Harvey.”

Harvey scolded Maru sharply, taking a not-so-discreet look behind him. Shane kept his eyes glued desperately to the page.

Still, he had perked up, fear burrowing itself into his heart. He did not dare give himself away as an eavesdropper, but he strained to follow their conversation. Unfortunately, there was nothing else to be heard, as Harvey turned and invited Shane to the back room for his treatment.

~

Shane stewed for a few long, excruciating days. He knew that the next time he’d see the farmer would probably be at the saloon on Friday, but to his utter discontent, he knew that the doctor would also likely be there. He was sure to arrive early that evening, hoping to secure some one-on-one time with the farmer before the doctor weaseled a date out of them.

Sure enough, the farmer strolled in, a tired grin plastered across their face. Shane smiled in spite of himself, and watched for a moment as they waltzed up to the bar and ordered a beer. Before he could regret it, Shane rushed up to them.

“It’s on me.” He said. The farmer blinked in surprise, brushing a tuft of stringy hair out of their eyes.

“Thanks, Shane.” They beamed. 

At precisely the most awful moment, the door opened behind them, and in came none other than the doctor. Shane groaned internally as he approached them.

“Good evening, MC.” The doctor said, ignoring Shane. Shane fumed. Who did this hipster wannabe think he was?

“Evening, Harvey.” Shane said, looking across the farmer at him. The doctor flushed at the unexpected greeting.

“Hello, Shane. I didn’t see you there.”

“Really? I couldn’t miss your presence if I tried.” Shane quipped, smirking. The doctor flushed again. 

“Guys, guys. Let’s keep the testosterone to a minimum tonight, okay?” The farmer said, laughing.

“I’ll do my best, but I’m sure that won’t be a problem for Harvey here.” He narrowed his eyes.

“Perhaps not. I’d like to think I’m an even-mannered person, unlike some.” Harvey said coolly. Shane turned as red as Harvey at that moment, albeit for another reason. 

“It’s true. People always think of calm, cool, and collected when they think of Harvey.” Shane sneered. 

“That’s what I strive for.” The doctor smiled bitterly. “Luckily for you, Shane, most of the townspeople don’t bear you in mind at all.” At that moment, Shane snapped.

“You have about five seconds to shut the fuck up before I do it for you.” He growled, squaring up to Harvey, who had almost a foot on him. The doctor chuckled, but still, a sheen of sweat popped up at his temples.

The farmer, who had been rolling their eyes throughout the interaction, was finally taken aback by Shane’s last words. They stepped back, allowing the Shane and Harvey to stand side-by-side.

“Okay, whatever is wrong with the two of you, leave me out of it. Please.” The farmer snapped. Both men turned to face them. “This is why I date women.” Shane and Harvey’s jaws dropped simultaneously.

Before either of them could say another word, the farmer turned on their heels and stormed out of the saloon. 

Unexpected (Vampire!Yoongi)

Request: Hello! If you have time, can you please do a vampire!AU for Yoongi from BTS? It doesn’t necessarily have to be smutty, just however you think he would act as a vampire with a human girlfriend~

Summary: A relationship with Vampire!Yoongi is just full of surprises and unexpected moments.

Tags: Fluff, comedy (?), Vampire!Yoongi, mentions of sex, mentions of blood and violence

Word Count: 2.3K

Note: I hope you enjoy this! I had fun writing this ahaha tell me whatchu think :D 

Originally posted by lethargicmin

In your life, there were unexpected things that seemed weird to you or that didn’t make sense. Like why people ate salt and strawberries together, or why you hadn’t died yet even though you were a clumsy mess. One of the things that didn’t make sense to you was how you managed to get an amazing boyfriend, but something that just really didn’t make any sense whatsoever, was how he was a vampire.

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Unexpected Visitor

Hello again! I wrote something. HAHAH 
Okay, seriously. I’ve been working on this fic for a while now and this is the first chapter of it. It’s set in the ToG world and it’s a Fenrys/OC fanfiction. 
Two babes asked me to tag them whenever I wrote something again, so I’ll tag them. But if you guys do not wish to be tagged anymore or someone else wants to, let me know. @my-life-is-a-drama-book @writtenbyourstruly
And the title was given to me by my girl @deathbytitanium . Always saving my ass.

Fenrys and Gavriel were patrolling the areas near the castle in Orynth and things are smooth as usual. Always making small talk. Although they’d much prefer to patrol in their animal forms, Rowan and Aedion insist they do it in their most human-like forms because that way people would see them and would not hunt them down.

It’s been 5 years after the bloody war and finally, they have some kind of peace. Adarlan and Terrasen are rebuilding. Eyllwe and Terrasen are friendly lands now since everything was explained and Nehemia’s parents were very touched by Aelin and their daughter’s friendship. Aelin was the perfect queen, even with her bloody past. Her people loved her. All Erilea loved her for the sacrifices she made.

Fenrys was so lost in his thoughts that he almost jumped when Gavriel spoke. “Thinking about her again, Fen?”

Fenrys only nodded with a sigh. It was always her. Even though he got past his stupid crush on Aelin, she was always there in his thoughts. He once even had a talk with Rowan because the news of his crush on the Queen was spreading and he didn’t want his friend or his Queen having the wrong ideas. He still remembered it crystal clear.

“Look, Rowan, you and I been through a lot with Maeve,” Fenrys said and Rowan winced at the sound of her cursed name. “and I guess I fell in love with the idea of having a Queen that only had good in her heart; that puts others above herself. And for that I am sorry. I never meant to nourish these feelings for her, but it happened. And I’d never do anything about it. And I’m trying to push past this, ok? Just give me time and please don’t push me away… you’re my family”

“Fenrys, we’d never push you away, so stop talking shit. And as much as I hate listening to you saying you’re in love with my wife, my mate, I understand. Love comes in mysterious moments and for weird reasons.” Rowan sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. When he looked up, he seemed more at ease. “We’re brothers. Nothing changes that. And I am very glad you came to me for this. I appreciate the honesty.” a wry smile played on his lips. “Plus Aelin keeps bragging about it. It’s annoying.”

Fenrys remembered how he and Rowan laughed at that and how Dorian was slightly jealous of Aelin for it. He remembered how the Queen looked at him and treated him exactly how she always had and how grateful he was for it. He remembered when he started seeing other females and how he started to see that he was attracted to Aelin for obvious reasons, but he wasn’t in love with her anymore.

“It’s not like that anymore, you know?” Fenrys said with a shrug and it was true. “It’s just that I can’t stop comparing her to Maeve and how different they are… She always asks if I’m fine with my chores and all, while Maeve just bossed us around.” He was growling at this point and Gavriel just nodded in understanding.

“I understand. Everybody loves Aelin. It’s hard not to once you get to know her.” Gavriel said with a shrug. “I was just teasing you by the way.” He had a sly smile playing on his lips. Fenrys pushed him playfully. “So you got home late last night… or should I say this morning?” He was laughing now, the bastard.

“What? I can’t have fun anymore?” Fenrys asked nonchalantly.

“Who was the lucky girl?” Gavriel asked curiously.

“None of your business,” Fenrys answered with fake anger; the corner of his lips pulling slightly up.

“I think you don’t even know her name.”

Fenrys laughed and Gavriel joined him. “Okay, you got me. I really don’t. But she was gorgeous: black curly hair, dark skin, pretty warm brown eyes and delicious full lips; she was short and curvy. Too bad her voice was annoying. Especially when moaning.” Gavriel was leaning on a tree now trying to catch his breath from laughter. “Damn, I swear that at some point I just wanted to remove her vocal cords so my ears could have some peace! Stop laughing!” But Fenrys himself was laughing now.

“She sounds delightful.” He managed to say but when Fenrys rolled his eyes he started to laugh again. Fenrys punched him on the shoulder and Gavriel wiped away the tears in his eyes. “Ouch! Sorry. I won’t speak of it again… until we reach home. Ouch, Fenrys! You have a painful punch, you know that?” Gavriel was rubbing his arm where Fenrys had hit him.

“Yes. And shut up. It’s not like you haven’t had your share of weird lovers. Remember the male with the goat beard?” Gavriel rolled his eyes and growled.

“Don’t remind me of that. I was wasted. And needy.” Gavriel said with a grim.

Fenrys snorted. “Yeah. Like he was the only weird one on your list.”

“Just shut up Fenrys. I don’t talk about your mistakes and you don’t talk about mine, okay?” He offered his hand and the blond took it.

“Deal. Now, we should get back. It’s almost sundown and I want to train before dinner.” Fenrys started to turn around and Gavriel was grateful for the suggestion. The day was pretty slow anyway. The males started to walk back when something changed in the atmosphere.

Both males stood back to back, swords drawn and observing the area around them. Fenrys had goosebumps all over his skin and Gavriel felt a small chill go down his spine. Magic.

“It was too good to be true,” Fenrys mumbled turning his head around assessing the surroundings. And then he saw the air shifting next to a big rock a hundred feet away in front of him. “Gavriel, look.” he pointed out and Gavriel turned to see.

“What the hell?” Gavriel asked, brows furrowed. “Should we get the others?”

Fenrys shook his head. “It would take more time than we have. Let’s wait and see what’s going on.”

While he spoke, the ground started to be marked in a wide circle. The marks were fuming on the ground and the air got thicker.

“Are those -?” Gavriel started to ask and Fenrys nodded in agreement this time. “Fenrys, we should get the others…”

“Fine. Go get the others, Gavriel. I’ll deal with this. Go!” Gavriel shifted and ran back to the castle with his long cat legs.

Fenrys was scared. Those were Wyrdmarks, for gods’s sake; this couldn’t be good. And then a blinding light started to shine from the circle and a humanoid form started to show and he prepared himself for the fight. As sudden as the light started it vanished and the body fell to the ground.

Fenrys noticed then that it was a woman with a huge bag on her back. He waited for 5 seconds and when he noticed she wasn’t going to stand he approached carefully and her scent hit him. Completely human. He was able to notice some other things about her: her clothing material was different, her bag was filled with weird stuff and her hand had a cut in the palm; probably the source of power for the Wyrdmarks.

Fenrys approached her and saw that she was breathing but was completely unconscious. He heard his friends coming maybe one mile away from where he was and he removed her heavy bag from her shoulders and the stripes in the front of her torso that also kept the bag into place. Her skin was cold, her cheeks were flushed and her lips were pale. He held her up next to his chest right when the others arrived.

“What happened?” Gavriel asked seeing the girl in Fenrys arms. The others shifted into their Fae forms as well.

“She showed up in the middle of the circle and just passed out. I removed her bag that weighs as much as she does. One of you take it and bring back to the castle -”

Lorcan cut him mid-sentence with a snarl. “You’re not seriously saying we should take her to the castle!”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. She needs a healer; she lost a lot of blood and she is really cold and pale.” Fenrys said, leaving no room for discussion. “We should take her to Yrene and keep her handcuffed to the bed and ask her what the fuck she’s doing here once she is better. Now, take her bag and let’s go back.” His voice was strong and firm, but he was scared for her. She was so fragile, so weak. What the hell was she doing there?

“I’ll take the bag and I’ll go with him. Vaughan, Connall and Lorcan inspect the place and wait to see if someone else comes out.” Gavriel said getting the bag and the others nodded in agreement.

“Hold on there, girl,” Fenrys whispered and started to run. He held her tight to his chest and ran like the wind. Gavriel was just behind and Fenrys did not stop at the gates, not even at the doors. He dodged every single person that appeared in front of him and ran for the east wing, to the open and sunny healers room. Aelin hated that the healers at Rifthold had to stay underneath the castle, so she got them one of the brightest and widest spaces of the castle. Fenrys stopped at the door and kicked it with his right foot, startling the ones inside.

“For gods’s sake, Fenrys, was that even necessary?” Yrene yelled, her hand on her chest. Then she noticed the girl on Fenrys arms and started pacing towards him. “Who is she and what happened?” She pointed an empty bed and Fenrys gently placed her there. Gavriel walked in a few seconds later.

“She showed up from a circle of wirdmarks on the floor of the forest and passed out,” Fenrys said and Gavriel went to his side.

“Holy Silba! Narya, bring bandages and water. Also, bring blankets.” Yrene’s hands started touching the girl trying to figure out what was wrong. Her fingers slightly glowed with her healing magic working.

“I’ll go get the handcuffs,” Gavriel said and left after placing her bag on the floor. Yrene lifted her head with a puzzled expression.

“You’re gonna pin her to the bed with handcuffs? How am I supposed to take care of her?” She asked angrily.

“It’s just a security measure Yrene. We don’t know who she is and where she came from. All we know is that she is human and she came from a Wyrdmark portal. We don’t know if she has magic or if she intends to hurt the Queen.” He explained and she went back to her job. Narya came with the supplies and Fenrys stood by the bed’s side watching the girl. Gavriel came back with the handcuffs and Yrene frowned again looking at them.

“She has no magic. She is just a simple human girl, Fenrys. Are the handcuffs necessary? I need to take care of her injured hand…” She tried again.

“He’ll handcuff her good hand until you finish with the other. Then he’ll secure that hand as well. Until we know what we need to know, she’ll stay in this bed.” Fenrys said; arms crossed on his chest. Gavriel worked the cuff on her good hand and Yrene and her helpers worked on the girl.

Gavriel said something about going to report to Rowan about what happened and left. Fenrys stayed. He kept looking at her and he started to notice her really. She had red curly shoulder-length hair, sunkissed skin, heart-shaped lips and her nose tip was shaped into a small ball; she was about Aelin’s size, had a bit more weight than the Queen and Lys. Why was he noticing the small details of this stranger? He forced himself to focus.

Yrene hydrated her and gave her some tonic for gods know what and when the girl’s hand was wrapped, Fenrys handcuffed her to the bed and placed the blanket on top of her. He sat on the chair next to her bed and stayed there. The others came to check on her and told him that no sign of activity on the spot she came from and said that first thing in the morning they would take Aelin there to see the marks so she could decipher what they meant.

After they left, Aedion, Lysandra, Aelin, and Rowan came to see their new guest. Fenrys explained everything he saw and Yrene told them how she was. Aelin came closer, eyes filled with concern while she studied the girl on the bed. They mentioned her clothes and her bag that was still untouched on the side of the bed. They asked him to call them when she was awake because they’d want to show up for interrogation. Aelin was ruthless about it. She’d not have another invasion of her lands, another danger to the ones she loves and her people. She thanked Fenrys and asked him if he’d like for someone to take his place later, but he refused. She gave him a little smile and left with her husband.

They brought him dinner and Connall offered to stay with the girl, but he refused. He also told Fenrys that Vaughan was at her emerging place for the night with Lorcan, they’d keep watch for the night and in the morning when Aelin and Rowan went to check on the marks, they’d come back.

Fenrys was only half paying attention to his twin and Connall noticed that and with a sigh he left, patting his shoulder. And there Fenrys stayed studying the girl sleep. The night came and went. The sun was shining in the sky and the healers came to check on her and she wasn’t awake, but she was starting to make noises, something like words coming from her lips. When was about the middle of the morning, the human girl opened her eyes and started to cough. Yrene came next to her and Fenrys asked one of the helpers to go call the queen and king and tell them the girl was awake.

Fenrys stood up, arms crossed on his chest and with a sly smile he spoke to her for the first time. “Hello there. You have some explaining to do, girl.”

jbsaucy  asked:

Will there be more to Unexpected?

Hello, Saucy!! Thank you so much for asking about this little fic! I do have another chapter in mind. It’s sweet enough to give us all cavities and hot enough to melt panties like wax. (We’ll all be bald down there at the end.) lol. But it’s kind of like Don’t Tempt Me, I add to it when I get the itch or if I get a prompt/ask that fits it. It’s not on my list of stories to update. I’m currently working on The Effect You Have On Me and trying to get that one out of the stale hole it’s been in. Although if I get enough asks for something I tend to move in that direction. I’m a people pleaser where my stories are concerned. 😏loved hearing from you!! ❤️Pbg