unheard words

AN: Hey guys! I know i disappeared for a minute there, but things have slowed down a little at work now, and I’m making a promise to myself to set aside time every week to write. I know I have a lot of things I should be working on, but of course, I’ve come up with something new for you instead. This is a little different than what I usually write, but I hope you like it anyway, and if so, let me know.. Who knows, maybe I’ll write another part! I’ve missed interacting with you guys and writing for you. Thank you, as always, for your continued support and patience.


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All Kurt can do is watch his husband fall apart as the tries to get his unresponsive body to wake up.

Felt like writing angst…

Future!Klaine

The room was white.

Kurt stared at his own face, as white as the sheets that were as white as the walls. He didn’t feel his own heartbeat but the beeping told him that it was, in fact, beating. The cuts, the bruises, the cast on his leg told him that his body was broken, though he didn’t feel it.

“Wake up.”

It was only a whisper that he managed. His body lay unresponsive, unaffected by the tiny sound.

“Wake. Up.”

How he had ended up in the white room, Kurt could not remember. He remembered a taxi and lots of flashing lights but other than that, nothing. He didn’t remember being in pain or even being scared.

And yet here he was.

The handle of the door clicked. For a second or two, the door stayed closed, but then it was slowly pushed open. Puffy eyed and even paler than Kurt, Blaine came in, visibly trembling.

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“we have a problem.” jimin sat on the coffee table across from yoongi and namjoon. “both of you asked me out. at the same time.”

“ah…so you have to choose one of us then,” yoongi said solemnly, nodding his head and turning to namjoon. “i’m sorry joon.”

namjoon scoffed. “yah…why are you apologizing? you think he’d choose you over me?”

“isn’t it obvious?”

hyungs,” jimin interrupted, reaching for both of their hands. “that’s what i wanted to talk to you about. i like both of you…a lot.”

“but you like me more ri–ow!” yoongi winced and massaged his shoulder, hand slipping out from under jimin’s. “that’s not fair. i didn’t hit you.”

“yeah, well you were being annoying,” namjoon grumbled.

hyungs.” jimin let go of namjoon’s hand and pinched the bridge of his nose. “can i please…”

both boys mumbled apologies while cutting each other sour looks.

“so…like i was saying…i like both of you. and if–if you guys are open to it, i’d like to go out with both of you.”

“both of us?” namjoon scratched his chin and leaned forward, arms resting on his knees. “like, dating us at the same time?”

jimin nodded.

“like…all three of us dating?” yoongi asked with furrowed brows.

“yes, but only if you both want–”

“i’m not dating him.” yoongi’s thumb pointed in namjoon’s direction. “he’s always breaking things and finding impossible ways to get hurt. i’m not a babysitter.”

“i think namjoon-hyung’s clumsiness is cute,” jimin murmured, but his words went unheard by namjoon who was now dangerously close to yoongi’s face.

“yeah? well i don’t want to date a twenty-four year old who stays up all night eating junk food and playing games like some first-year college student!”

“playing video games with yoongi-hyung is actually a lot of fun,” jimin said.

"at least i know how to let loose and have fun, you–”

hyungs!” jimin screeched, finally reaching his breaking point.

yoongi and namjoon jumped at the jarring sound, hands on their stomachs and chests as they calmed their nerves.

“you don’t have to date each other. you could both just date…me.” he gave a lopsided grin, eyes large and lashes batting, lips puckered into a pout. “well?”

yoongi cleared his throat and namjoon rubbed at his nose, both boys shifting a bit on the sofa, blush rising on their cheeks.

“i guess i could try,” yoongi mumbled. “only because it’s you, jiminnie,” he added quickly.

“me too,” namjoon agreed. “i could try.”

jimin flung himself into their arms and hugged them close while kissing both of their cheeks. “thank you!”

“since i’m the oldest, i call first dibs on kissing jimin,” yoongi said to namjoon as jimin pulled away.

“we haven’t even taken jimin out yet and you’re already calling ‘dibs’?” namjoon snorted. “how romantic.”

“how about we wait until after the first date to negotiate relationship terms?” jimin offered. “does that sound good?”

they both grumbled and nodded, though yoongi insisted that no matter what, age should be an important factor and namjoon quickly shot back, stating he was not only mentally older than yoongi but also bigger than him.

“i might be short but at least i’m big where it counts,” yoongi retorted.

yoongi’s “joke” wasn’t taken very well and before jimin knew it, the two boys were bickering again. jimin covered his mouth and laughed, amused by their quick wit and pointed insults.

while most people might find their constant quarreling annoying and utterly unbearable, jimin found their display of affection for each other endearing. an indescribable warmth spread through his fluttering chest as he watched them together–his two lovely boyfriends; anxiously anticipating the beginning of their newly founded relationship.

Prompts 6, 27- Marauders Era: James

Request: 6 and 27 with james potter??

  • 6. “Oh my God! You’re in love with him/her!”
  • 27. “I love you, you asshole.”

A/N: So, I know I’ve been pretty shit with posting my writing lately, I’ve just had so much to do! I have exams coming up so I’ve been revising like crazy and my vacation wasn’t even a vacation, it’s been awful. I’m hoping I’ll be able to upload more of the requests soon, along with Part 2 of Tripartite (which I’ve finished but am currently changing around a lil bit). Anyway, I’m sorry for taking so long and thank you all so much for bearing with me!

‘Drunk’ was the only word that accurately described James Potter on that Friday night. Stumbling, blabbering, mumbling incoherent words with the happiness of a toddler, oblivious to the troubles that surround him.

'Oblivious’ would also have been a good word to describe James Potter. But that one wasn’t specific to the laugh-filled night that left him unable to walk straight, no. That one was permanent.

Y/N stood by one of the walls, watching the crowded party scene slowly unravel into the few drunken Gryffindors stumbling around the common room and singing Quidditch chants at the top of their lungs. She took another sip of cold water from her goblet, when she felt someone tap her on the shoulder.

“Alright?” Sirius Black wondered at her, a look of genuine concern replacing the usual mischievous one.

“Fine,” she glances at him over the edge of her goblet, “Why do you ask?”

“You seem a bit off, Y/L/N. Just looking out for you,” he shrugs and she responds with nothing but a sigh, the sound followed by her glance lingering on James. It doesn’t take long for Sirius to notice.

“Oh my God! You’re in love with him!” he exclaims, his words met by Y/N’s widened eyes, “You’re in love with James!”

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anonymous asked:

Hey is it okay to prompt you? Harry cheering Eggsy up when he has a bad day? Thanks!

Ahh, you can always prompt me, nonny! Thank you!! Not as fluffy as maybe you were expecting but hopefully you like it :)


Harry could usually tell within a few minutes what kind of mood Eggsy is in after completing a mission. It’s become common practice for them to talk as soon as Eggsy is secured within the jet, a much needed reminder for both they are alive, safe and well.

The good days, Eggsy talks at length, with extravagant, and maybe just a bit elaborated, detail of how he managed to take down an entire compound of mercenaries, vaulted himself over structures and buildings and cars, all breathless excitement, the thrill of a mission well done infectious even over the comms

The bad days, there is tense silence and Harry knowing better than to try get something out of Eggsy he’s not willing to share, short uncomplicated answers that define Eggsy’s bitterness and disappointment, the same excuse of exhaustion making him say goodbye sooner than wanted.

Harry is prepared for these days. The days when Eggsy comes home, withdrawn and sullen, Harry keeps his distance while making himself available. He doesn’t hover but he stands at the landing on the stairs, leaning against the banister, arms folded or at his sides. He will watch Eggsy slowly undress, won’t comment on how Eggsy dumps his shoes and jacket on the bench instead of putting them away, and will only approach him when Eggsy gives him some indication, a fleeting weary look that never meets his eye and a soft unhappy sound, a hand across his face that rubs at his already reddened skin, a mumbled apology, sorry, just a bad day.

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The Perfect Plan

The McCall household was crowded on a Thursday night, with everyone in the pack feeling a bit anxious. Something or someone has been killing innocent people over the course of the week and no one has been able to stop it.

“Do we even have any idea of what this is?” Liam questioned.

“I’ve been looking through the beastiary and from what I’ve come up with it may be a pack of minotaurs” Lydia answered.

“What the hell is that” Malia asked with concern laced to her tone.

“Oh, nothing much, just a creature with a head of a bull and a body of a man. They’re just super strong and super fast and could probably kill me with one hit. So yeah, nothing.” Stiles replied in his usual sarcastic voice

Scared and concerned looks went across the room.

“So, we’re screwed.” It was (Y/n) who spoke this time. (Y/n) was usually the most optimistic out of the pack but there was something about this creature that brought shivers to her bones.

“Come on guys. We’ve defeated so much over the years, what makes you think we can’t beat this?” Scott asked optimistically.

The room fell silent for a minute, everyone deep in thought. (Y/N) and Stiles each pacing around the room hoping that some idea will hit them. The night went by quickly as few suggestions popped up but then were immediately shot down for being too farfetched. As midnight drew closer Scott decided to call the pack meeting to an end.

“Ok guys, why don’t we just call it a night. We each can head home and sleep on it and come back with fresh ideas tomorrow” the pack leader said, feeling a little defeated.  

Everyone said their goodbyes to one another and walked out with their head hung low. You walked over to the familiar blue jeep with Stiles so he could give you a ride home. The ride home was quiet, neither of you wanting to speak in case an idea was brewing in the other’s mind.

“Holy crap. I got it.” Stile’s stated confidently.

“What? What are you talking about” (Y/n) questioned.

“I know how to stop the minotaurs.” As he said this, Stiles pulled over to the side of the road and turned off the ignition. “Ok so you know how in the Greek story, Theseus had to travel through a maze to get to the minotaur and defeat it? Well in that story the Minotaur lived in that maze and so he was familiar with it. But, what if Beacon Hills becomes our maze?”

(Y/N) stares at Stile’s face with a look of concentration. After a short second of thought, it is as if a light bulb goes off in her mind.

“Stiles you’re a genius! But I will admit, I’m surprised you even knew the original story about the minotaur.”

“Alright so I may not be good at stuff like math… or science… or even English. But I’m not an idiot, okay.” He states with a smile spread across his face.

“But Stiles, we would need to think of a way to create Beacon Hills into a maze for the minotaur to get lost in. Also, what do we do after we catch him?”

“I haven’t gotten that far yet. But it’s a start. I just figured that we could use the original story in our favor” Stile’s answers.

“Well we could use each of our houses as something like a check point in the maze. We can start with Scott’s house and make our way going through each house until we end up at mine. Then we can use my cellar to trap him.” At these words, Stiles smile fades and a look of concern spreads across his features. “What? Do you not think it will work?”

“It’s a great plan, it’s just that…” Stiles begins to mumble so his last words are unheard. He fidgets with his hands as he avoids making eye contact. (Y/n) has known Stile’s for years and knows that this is a sign of when something is on his mind but he doesn’t want to let it out. As Stiles eyes drift to his hands, (Y/N) goes and laces her small fingers with those of her friend.

“Stiles, just tell me what it is. Tell me what’s bothering you about the plan” (Y/N) said softly.

“I don’t want you to get hurt okay? Sure, we’ve been on missions before, but we have no idea how to handle this creature and it’s probably one of the strongest things we have seen” Stiles sighs.

“It’s not like we haven’t faced danger before. Sure, I may have broken a few bones in the past but that’s nothing to worry about. We can take this thing” (Y/N) states confidently.

“(Y/N), trust me when I say that you are one of the strongest girls I know. But what if that thing escapes from your cellar? Then what? The minotaur will have your scent and would easily be able to find you. I’m only human, I can’t protect you like Scott or Liam could.” Tears brim the lids of his eyes as he says the last sentence. (Y/N), Stiles, and Lydia, were the only humans in the pack and were known for relying on the others to help them out of dangerous situations. It wasn’t something they enjoyed, and makes them feel weak from time to time.

“I just want to keep you safe (Y/N), I hope you can understand that. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

“Stiles, look at me” (Y/N) states. “You aren’t going to lose me. I’m going to be right here. Forever.” (Y/n) squeezes his hand and flashes a reassuring smile.

The pair has always had feeling for one another, but words about it have rarely been spoken out loud. Thankfully both are human, meaning the other can’t hear their heart beat, and how fast it is racing. Comfortable silence fills the jeep as the two sit there with their hands intertwined.

“I love you.” It was a mumble but (Y/n) could still clearly hear the words come from Stiles’ lips.

“Stiles, I love you too.” (Y/n) says with the smile that could melt anyone’s heart.

Stiles didn’t need to say or hear anything else. Within that moment, he grabbed (Y/N)’s face and kissed her the way she had been longing for since she the first time she met him. The kiss was short lived but intimate. After it happened, the two left their foreheads attached to one another’s, their eyes closed, taking in everything that has happened. Stiles knew he couldn’t protect (Y/N) as well as the others, but he be damned if he didn’t at least try.

let yourself breathe

Saskia loses a sanctuary, and gains something unexpected in the process. Jaalmance (is this the ship name??), pre-relationship

Saskia had been raised on Alliance vessels and space stations, the hum of a drive core or a mass effect field generator, the chill of metal under her feet as natural to her as grass and sunlight were to others. She knew the black depths of space, and had never been afraid.

But living in the Tempest, with SAM in her head and her crew watching her every move, waiting for the sign that she’d finally snapped and gone mad—was like the entire ship was shrieking and she was standing in a huge, empty room with thousands of unseen eyes pulling her apart.

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At the End of Her Rope / Reggie Mantle

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Reggie had noticed something different with (Y/N) lately. He couldn’t pinpoint what the reason was…but it was really worrying him.

At first, it was subtle. The slight changes in behaviour he had originally ignored. Then came the fake smiles and snappy comments here and there. Her inability to focus on anything or maintain conversation for more than a few minutes came next. Reggie had noticed that it wasn’t just with him, but with the others in their life too. 

Finally having enough of being ignored and not having his girlfriend confide in him, he decided to pay her a visit. 

Her father answered the door. When he realised it was Reggie, he offered a sympathetic smile and a gently squeeze on the shoulder. “She’s in the kitchen,” he says sadly. 

When Reggie reached the kitchen, he remained in the doorway and just watched her. (Y/N) was rushing around the bench, going back and forth, talking to herself quietly.

He waited for her to notice that he was there, but she never acknowledged his presence. “(Y/N)?” he calls finally.

Her head snaps to his direction, a smile breaks out on her face-the first genuine one he had seen on her in a while. “Reggie! What are you doing here?” she asks. “Did we have something planned?” Her brow furrows as she tried to remember making the nonexistent plans. 

“No we don’t,” he confirms. “I just wanted to come see you.”

Her smile returns, “That’s sweet, what’s the occasion?” she questions, resuming her previous actions-continuing to prepare whatever baked goods she was making. 

“Nothing in particular,” he begins, moving from the door to a chair on the opposite side of the bench. He continues to follow her movements for a few more seconds before continuing. “I’m worried about you,” he finally admits. 

She shoots him a confused look, “Why’s that?”

Reggie sighs, “(Y/N) can you stop for a second?” 

(Y/N) releases her hold on the bag of flour and rests her hands against the surface of the counter. “Reggie, I can multitask,” she tells him.

“I know, but this is important,” he replies, the seriousness laced in his voice caused her to frown. 

“Okay,” she says quietly, not moving her eyes from him.

“You’ve been acting differently lately around me, around all our friends. It’s got me worried,” he informs her. “I want to help.”

“You can’t help,” she shakes her head.

“(Y/N), please.”

“What I mean is, you can’t help because there’s nothing to fix, nothing wrong. I’m fine.”

Reggie holds back a sigh, “But you’ve been so disconnected from everything recently.” 

(Y/N) releases a groan and turns back to the flour, moving to finish measuring it out. “I haven’t. I’m fine. Nothing’s wrong,” she repeats.

“Then how do you explain the fact we haven’t had an actual conversation in days? Or that even your teachers have asked me why you haven’t been paying attention in class? Or why you’ve been pushing everyone away?”

“Reggie stop,” she insists, cracking an egg.

“No!” he demands. “I won’t stop. I’m worried about you and I need to know what’s wrong.” (Y/N) continues to shake her head. “Please,” he practically begs. “You’re hurting and it’s killing me. I hate seeing you like this.”

“Then leave!” she yells. 

Reggie didn’t know how to respond, “What?”

“If you don’t want to be here, then just go. I’m not forcing you to stay.”

Reggie shook his head, gripping the edge of the counter, “I never said that.”

“Maybe you should just go,” she says, turning her back to him-moving towards the fridge. As she opens it, Reggie can see it overflowing with containers of food-primarily baked goods. 

Realising she had been stress baking, he runs a hand through his hair. “I’m not going anywhere.”

(Y/N) slams the door to the fridge shut, “Fine. Leave, don’t leave, I don’t care.”

Reggie watches his girlfriend as she mixes the final few ingredients together before pouring the batter into their paper cups. He remains silent as she places the tray in the oven and as she sets the timer. He doesn’t even speak when she makes her way around the bench and sits herself down in a stool one away from him.

Spinning around to face her, he watches as she uses a spoon to scoop up the extra batter and eat it. Chuckling under his breath, he rises to his feet. (Y/N) doesn’t look his way. 

He wraps his arms around her from behind, “I’m sorry for pushing you and getting mad. You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to,” he sighs. She goes to say something but he cuts her off. “I know something is stressing you out but it was wrong of me to try and force you to tell me.”

(Y/N) drops the spoon in the bowl and turns around in his embrace to slip her arms around his waist. She rests her forehead against his chest and Reggie tightens his hold. 

“I know you’ll tell me when you’re ready,” he whispers. “I hope that that time will be soon, but I know you need time to process whatever it is you have to…but just know that I’m here for you.”

“Thank you,” she mumbles, her words almost unheard. Reggie smiles and kisses the top of her head. 

When did we start to lose sleep over the opinion of sheep
The opinion of those who don’t think before they speak
Because even though you should always say what’s on your mind
You must first think of a way to make it kind
And though they say ‘actions speak louder than words’
Your actions will never echo through things unheard

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hes off to bed

Movie night

Title: Movie night

Pairing: Kai x Reader

Word count: 1.376

Theme song: Ed Sheeran - Kiss Me

Request: A One-shot movie night with Kai that turns into a cuddling/spooning session with a lot of fluff?

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Sorry anon for it took me so long to write it! Hope you all will enjoy it!

Hugzzz and kisses! xx

“Kai. I am not going to watch that. We need something else.” You shook your head and furrowed your brows.

“Why? Are you scared?” He laughed as he waved in the air “The Conjuring“ DVD.

“Why would I be?” You laughed nervously when actually you were afraid of that. You were afraid of all scary movies. And he perfectly knew that. “What an asshole best friend I have.” You said silently to yourself but your word wasn’t unheard.

“Asshole?” He raised his eyebrows and stepped one step closer to you. You huffed and opened your mouth.

“Yes. You are an asshole.” You breathed out and tried to hold back your smile. And it was not easy thing to do.

“You will regret that.” He says and jumps on you quickly. He starts to tickle you until you gave up and gave him a proper apology.

“I am sorry my dearest friend Kai. I won’t ever call you like that because you are nothing like that.” You try to not laugh as you say these words.

“I think I can forgive you.” He bites his bottom lip so he could hide his smile. But in the end you both ended chuckling from each other.

After a few movie ideas you decided to watch romantic movie. It was called “Love, Rosie”. Kai put DVD on and sat beside you. You ate your popcorn and shared it with Kai.

After few minutes you already regretted that you decided to watch this movie. Why? Because you were a lot like the main actress. Just like her you were in love with your best friend. You sighted heavily as you looked from a corner of your eye to Kai. He was smiling like a child and completely lost in romance on the screen. You slightly smiled to yourself and when Kai turned to you, you felt a little flustered. He smiled wildly as you hide your face from him.

“Are you alright?” He asked cheerfully.

“Yes.” You said silently and played with your fingers. But seemingly Kai wasn’t happy with your answer.

“Oh yes?” He asked like he did not believe in you.

“Yes.” You mumbled almost to yourself.

“And why I can sense that you are lying?” You felt as a little grin showed on his face so you lifted your head to check it. Yes. He had a small grin on his face just like you thought and that made you somehow uncomfortable. Your eyes fell on your lap again.

“You are seeing things. I am alright.” You bite your lip inner part.

“I will start to tickle you if you won’t tell me what’s wrong.” He tried to look playful but you heard a small concern in his voice. You sighted heavily and closed your eyes.

“Well… I think I fell in love.” You blurred out and jumped from your seat. “I am going to my room. I am about to fall asleep anyway.” You faked a yawn and were about to fly to your room but he grabbed your arm and held it tightly. When you looked at his face he was tense and worried. His breath was unsteady.

“With whom?” He whispered looking straight to your eyes. You quickly looked away from him.

“You don’t know him.” You told while trying to avoid the sight of his beautiful blue eyes.

“Are you sure?” He asked and there was a disappointment in his voice. You just nodded and still didn’t look into his eyes.

“And now tell me that while looking into my eyes.” He asked gently and pulled you to his lap what was really unexpected for you. You sat on his knees and now your eyes were locked with his. A lump stuck in your throat and you weren’t available to speak as tears started to form in your eyes.

“Y/N…” He whispered gently and hugged you warmly. As he wrapped his arms around your waist you wrapped your hands around his neck. “Shh… Don’t cry. Why are you crying?” He asked with desperate voice.

“Because he… The guy that I am in love with will never love me back.” You said while crying and he hugged you even tighter.

“Is he stupid or what? Who wouldn’t be in love with you?” He tried to smile but failed at it.

But you didn’t answer to his question.

“C’mon, Y/N. Tell me his name and I will teach him a lesson so he will know that no one can hurt you and get out of it easily.”

You just shook your head and pressed to him closer. It was hard for you. You were afraid to lose your friend and you knew that after these words would leave your mouth you could never get them back. Everything would change. He wouldn’t look at you the same.

“Please.” He begged you in suffering voice but you shook your head again. After few moments of silence he asked you again. But this question made you to freeze.

“Y/N. Can it be… Can you possibly be in love with me?”

A breath caught in your lungs. Your grip on his shoulders loosened and you put your forehead on his shoulder. None of you were talking for at least few minutes.

“So it’s true.” He said with some kind of relief but you couldn’t hear that because of your fear of losing a friend. A really dear friend.

“Just forget that. Forget. I don’t want to lose you. I promise you that I will kill this feeling just don’t shut me out…” You pleaded as tears started to form in your eyes again.

“Kill this feeling? I would never let you do that. My sweet and innocent, Y/N. You can’t even imagine how much happy I am at the moment.” He pulled you even closer and hugged you tightly. You listened to him and tried to understand what he was talking about. Kai? Happy about your feelings?

“What does it mean?” You asked silently as you were afraid that you heard him badly or misunderstood him. Does he really could like you back? Could he return your feelings back? Your head bas buzzing with stupid little questions that only he could answer.

He laughed silently and pulled you back a little so he could see your face. He was smiling and his eyes were sparkling from happiness.

“I could tell you but it would take me too many words. Let me show you.” He grinned and pulled you back to him. His soft lips pressed to yours and you were melting in his embrace. You were shocked but the happiness that you felt were a lot bigger. You acted quickly and wrapped your hand around his neck as you deepened this smooth kiss. When you both ran out of breath you pulled away and looked into each other’s eyes. And you both were smiling. Then he looked through your shoulder and laughed. The main characters were kissing too.

“Guess we are the same as they are. Just it didn’t take as so many ears to reveal our feelings to each other.” He smiles widely at you. You giggled and hugged him again. Kai took your soft blanket and wrapped you both into it. “I think from now on, this movie will be my favorite.” He was still smiling and you just couldn’t take your eyes off from him. Kai gently brushed your hair with his fingers and kissed your head. “You made me so happy, Y/N. I can’t even tell you how I am feeling now. That can’t be described in words.” He whispered into your hair. You warmly smiled at him.

“I think I know what you are talking about.” You said silently while closing your eyes and put your head on his chest.

“Are you tired?” He asked you silently too.

“A bit. And you?” You yawned and rubbed your cheek to his shirt.

“Me too.” He smiled and pulled you closer. You loved it. You loved his closeness to you.

“You think we can sleep here?” You asked in tired voice but you were still smiling.

“Yes. It would be perfect.” He kissed your hair and you let yourself fall asleep in his warm and safe arms.

You, my dear

Are my forgotten Mistress.

In the spring of my life, when we pulled solemn notes from the gaping holes in my self-esteem, we were in love.

Why did I leave you?

It’s been so long, I could barely recognize that voracious mouth, those sultry lips; black as sin and just as delicious.

Should I indulge myself in your ecstasy?

I had cast you out. I dug up your grave and performed an exorcism on your bones. In the night, I exiled you; your seduction too cunning for my heart.

Your lust, drove me deeper every time I let you let me inside your inadequacies.

On the full moon, I could feel the cold crystals of your remnants frosting over my soul.

You make me make no sense.

You turn my logic into lies that the heart wants more than reality; that the mind can’t comprehend.

Once you rhymed with me,
our bodies engulfed, entwined,

My eyes could care less to see,
because my mouth saw more, as I pined

Over the taste of your teeth, your tongue and your breath in my lungs.

I used to inhale you.

Then you were gone.

I want to welcome you back, sit down with a coffe and talk, like a real human being; get reacquainted.

But you can’t talk. I see it in your eyes already, a lustful vengeance that’s been festering since the day I crossed your name from the book of my life.

Yours is a boundless vengeance, armed with endless ammunition, chambered in the caliber of total consumption.

No, it’s too late. I’ve already lost this bout.

I can feel you, circling for the final dive that will see your talons through the eyes of my mind.

I can’t escape you. I’ve unearthed you sacred tomb and disturbed hallowed ground. I have triggerd the curse you left for me, carved in your bones with the sharpness of your tongue; knowing full well I would return to you, my ageless Mistress.

I can do nothing but submit.

I am a sacrafice to your muse, eat of my flesh, drink of my blood; devour the heavyness of my spirit and rejoice, for you had won all along.

It was only an illusion that I had escaped your infinitesimal reach.

Your lust is in my bones.

A lust for words unspoken, unheard.

Consume me, as you used to; with my hands on your hips, writing my confessions of you with the blood drawn from the bite on your lips.

Oh, how I have missed you, my Mistress.

—  @cyrusbriar
Acknowledge

Summary: Dan has been working at Lester Global Inc for two weeks now. His co-worker Louise is absolutely sure that their boss has a massive crush on the newest employee, but Dan has trouble acknowledging it. Contains pastel!Dan + rich and successful Phil. 


Dan had been working at Lester Global Inc. for around two weeks now. As far as jobs went, it was actually quite nice, especially since Dan hadn’t even finished college. He still had a pretty nice paycheck, at least high enough to keep him living comfortably in his London flat. Originally Dan had been hired to be one of the secretaries at the second highest floor who answered and directed phone calls and filed things. Recently he had been doing slightly different tasks requested directly by his boss, Mr. Lester.

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