We have all once been bald ponytail Zuko, but we all have the capability to transition into hot long hair Zuko and I think that’s beautiful. Make your goal in life to become hot long hair Zuko and the world will be a better place.
“Oh! Well, back when me and your mom were dating—since she has a long beautiful hair—out of nowhere one day, she challenged me to braid her hair. She probably was bored of using her wand to braid her hair all the time so for a change she decided ‘Oh why don’t I just ask Marco to do it?’ and I was like ‘Well, sure why not? Challenge accepted!’ It took me almost a week to get it right and neatly done. But when I did, it was worth it because she was totally happy with what I’ve done so ever since then she just lets me braid her hair whenever she wants me to and I didn’t mind at all because I started to really like doing it over time.
So now I get to do the same for yours.”
@gravityfying this is how I basically imagined the story behind the braid skills of Marco Diaz
Sormik week day 6! Woohoo! I’m back. No baby Sormiks this time, but have all the more fluff. This one is for @amarietie/ @tmariea for Storms in Our Blood. Today’s theme is “Lastonbell—Promises/Acceptance”, and although this scene indeed takes place in Elysia and has nothing to do with the Lastonbell promise, I figured the prompt was as good as any to do a marriage proposal. I… I went over the top with the cheesiness, didn’t I? *hides* The layers have fancy names to distract from the ridiculous romance going on here. Like “background panels”, background background”, “fucking rain”, “fucking lightning”, “rainy bits” and “rainy muchs”.
Anyway, I’m sorry this is so rushed, but I hope it gets the idea across just fine! I really really hope you like it, Mari! :,) This is my little thanks for your kind words and deeds for me, and for your Earth Armatus Rose occasionally saving my ass in ToLink, hoho. HAPPY SEVERAL MONTHS LATE BIRTHDAY OR SOMETHING
For everyone else: go read the story, it includes more artistic use of seraphic artes, and more kisses in the rain, if that doesn’t convince you I don’t know what to tell you
when i was 7, i hated my accent. I was the new girl in a texas school coming straight from new orleans. the kids made fun of me so I changed the way i talked to fit in.
when I was 9, my aunt lost custody of her daughter and my cousin came to live with us. she was of fair complexion, much like our mothers- with long, silky hair. when we would go out to the store people would stop us and say “my, your daughter is so beautiful, with all that pretty long hair” referring to my cousin. and i was there too. wanting to be seen. but my mother would say “that’s my niece and this is my daughter"… the looks on their face would change. I began to hate my skin at 10. My body was changing and so was my outlook on self esteem. when I was 12, I hated my body. I was fat. Every morning I stood in the mirror, I would shove 3 fingers down my throat, in hopes of cleansing my stomach of all fat. I went days without eating… just drinking water and throwing up. when i was 13, I was avidly playing sports. basketball, volleyball, tennis, softball… anything in hopes of losing weight. i made it to be 150lbs and still thought i was fat. when i was 14, I lost my virginity in the most unconventional way ever. i thought that sharing the most precious part of me was somehow tied to the attraction of others… and if they’d like me enough to want to have sex with me. I focused so much on maintaining external beauty that i was failing my inner self. by 17, I had contemplated suicide more than twice. I looked in the mirror and hated what I saw. The mirror became my enemy. at 20 years old, I entered a terribly toxic relationship. i felt that he was all I had, and if he left me… who would want me? I stayed through a lot of emotional abuse. through all of this, the number on the scale has constantly fluctuated. at 22, I am able to say that I’ve conquered myself. I’ve been through a lot and the journey of self love has been the most perilous. Every day, there is something new. A new fad, a new beauty standard- a new way to make yourself appear slimmer, a new tea, a new diet… whatever. none of those things will work if you don’t find and appreciate your own inner beauty. love yourself first. love yourself always. the number on the scale will change but you must continue to love yourself. lead a healthy lifestyle. take care of your body both physically and mentally. drink water. see a doctor. see a therapist. don’t deal with things on your own. someone will listen and someone will help.
don’t give up on yourself.
you are your greatest feat.
A/N: Hi guys!! So here is a request of @deepestfirefun The idea was so cute! I hope that you will like it!
Thorin x reader (human, little smaller than average human)
She has very long and thick hair and has problems taming it one (knots etc) Thorin notices that and offers to help. She agrees without really thinking about its significance to dwarves. While Thorin is busy with her hair, she suddenly remembers what it means in dwarven culture when a male us attending female’s hair. She actually has strong feelings for him but because he is a king, she has been quiet about it and is wondering how is it possible to someone so fierce and ruthless warrior like Thorin to be so gentle. Thorin is secretly happy that she has allowed him to help her and notice that she has fallen some sort of trance by his touch. Looooots of fluff!!!!
as you sat on a log not so far away from the company at night. It wasn’t a
particularly cold night but the wind was chilly and you started to shiver,
alone on your log. The fire was surrounded by the dwarves, not that they didn’t
try to make you sit with them but you were too pissed off to be among others
for now. You groaned and almost threw your hairbrush on the ground as you tried
to untangle your long (H/C) hair desperately. You had always love your hair, for
a human you had beautiful long and thick hair, almost as soft as an elf and
almost as thick as a dwarf. You were proud of your beautiful locks and you
always loved taking care of them. However, now that you were riding on a pony
in the wild all day long, you slowly started to get annoyed by your long and
tangled hair. It was simply a mess, no matter how long you brushed your locks
in hope to finally remove the knots and how hard you tired, you could never
manage to untangle them. It was so infuriating that you started to get grumpier
as the days passed. The company saw your struggle but no one dared to propose
It was a
serious matter for dwarves as no one other than the husband of a lass or the
dwarf who’s courting them can touch their hair. Balin had told you about the
courting customs among dwarves a while ago but it has weirdly vanished off of
your mind as you slowly started to get angrier with each day passing. Even
Bilbo couldn’t dare to touch your hair but only because he was afraid of Thorin’s
wrath. You didn’t know it but the dwarf King had his eyes on you since the
first time you met him at Bag End. You had intrigued him with your big (E/C)
beautiful eyes and your charming smile. He remembered wondering how a daughter
of men could be so small as you only reached Thorin’s height. You were indeed
smaller than an average human but Thorin couldn’t care less, it even increased
his interest in you. However, Thorin remembered looking with want and adoration
at your hair. It seemed so soft and glorious. Slowly, the King started to fall
in love with you and he hopelessly tried to keep you safe. Thorin tried to make
you notice his care for you but weirdly, any attempt would go unnoticed. So
much that the dwarf started to think that you would never return his feelings.
other hand, you were completely and utterly in love with Thorin Oakenshield.
You loved everything about him, his kind heart, his courage, his strength, his
love for his kin, his deep blue eyes, … You knew that your attraction toward
the king was more than a simple crush. However, every time you caught yourself
fantasying about what your life could be with Thorin by your side, you quickly
remembered who he was and how unworthy a common folk like you was for the
greatest king among dwarves. Your heart clenched every time you thought about
your forbidden love for the soon to be King. It was simply impossible and you
clenched around your hairbrush as you closed your eyes, trying not to shout in
desperation and anger as yet another knot got stuck in your brush. You sighed
and let the brush fall on the ground as you finally gave up. From the other
side of camp, Thorin was watching you struggle with your hair. The king sat
next to Dwalin and Balin, wondering if he should make the final step and see if
you would accept to be courted by him. The king was scared as he watched you,
he had already accepted his fate. Dwarves could only love once and he had
recognized you as his One. Thorin’s heart and soul were now linked to yours
even if you might not feel the same.
“Go talk to
her.” An annoyed gruff voice said from next to Thorin by the fire. The dwarf
king wiped his head to look at his friend with wide eyes.
you talking about?” Thorin answered, trying to hide his shocked face.
“Who do you
think I’m talking about! (Y/N)! She occurs to be the only one here I can refer
as ‘she’.” Dwalin said sassily, making his brother smirk. Balin looked at you
then at his king with a soft smile.
is right, lad. (Y/N) seems to have some issue with taming her hair lately. The
lass would definitely need some help from your capable hands.” Balin said and
not need my help, or at least she does not want it.”
you know?” Dwalin scoffed, rolling his eyes at his stubborn friend.
not blink when I gave her my share of food, she did not…” Thorin started to
explain but Balin stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.
not a dwarf, Thorin. She doesn’t know how to react properly to what you’re
doing for her. She might just think that you are being nice to her.” The old
adviser said wisely. Thorin stared at Balin for a while before finally looking
down in defeat and sighed.
I will try.” Thorin muttered grumpily as he looked back up at you then finally
Balin smirked at each other as they observed their king and friend walk in your
direction. Dwalin sent a stern look Fili and Kili’s way as he saw them make a
move to follow their uncle. The two young princes quickly sat back down next to
Bofur and Bifur, scared to challenge the ruthless warrior. Thorin approached
your shaking form with slow paces, the king squeezed his palms into fists with
nervousness. The possibility of yet another rejection was too much to handle
for the poor awkward king. Thorin was usually quite proud and sure of himself
but every time he was around you, he didn’t know how to act. You made him
nervous without even knowing. Thorin stopped before you, his boots only visible
for your leaning head. You slowly looked up, your (E/C) eyes meeting his deep
blue ones and you blushed.
Thorin.” You stuttered his name, making him smile. Maybe he wasn’t the only one
to feel nervous after all.
Thorin answered with a small bow of his head. You chuckled softly at his choice
of word and smiled up shyly at him. “I couldn’t help but see you struggle to
tame your hair.” His deep baritone voice made butterflies fly in your stomach
but you quickly made them all fly away, trying to keep your brain focused on
Unfortunately, it seems that I can’t untangle the mess the wind and the wild
transformed my hair into.” You answered with an embarrassed chuckle. Thorin
looked at you with kindness and another feeling that you didn’t think possible.
Lady. Would you like me to try for you?” Thorin asked with the smallest but
also gentlest smile you had even seen.
You would help me with my hair?” You asked, confused.
you want me to, I can take care of your hair for you. I had to do it quite a
lot with my little sister.” Thorin admitted, the memory of Dis young and
giggling as he tried to brush her hair warming his heart. You smiled at his
words and took your hairbrush from the ground with a soft smile.
be very nice of you, Thorin.” You said and extended your arm in front of you to
hand him the brush. Thorin’s eyes widen and lit up as he bowed before you and
gently took the hairbrush from your hand. His warm fingers brushed against the
skin of your palm, making a shock of electricity ran up your arm and shivers
down your back. Once again you tried to catch hold of your emotions but the
strange pull you felt toward Thorin was even harder to control with his hands
my Lady.” Thorin breathed out but you frowned and shook your head.
who should thank you, Thorin. And… Hm… I’m not a Lady. I’m simply (Y/N).” You
answered with flushed cheeks as you slid from the log to the ground so Thorin
could take your place on the log. The King sat behind you, your back between
his knees and for the first time, he ran his rough fingers through your hair.
opinion, you are a Lady.” Thorin breathed next to your ear, his warm breath
mixed with his fingers touching the base of your neck making your eyelids heavy
as much that you closed your eyes and a soft sound of approval left your lips.
Thorin smiled as he saw your reaction to his touch and started to work.
gently, Thorin ran the brush through your hair, enjoying the feeling of your
silky locks brushing on the skin of his palms and through his fingers. He
hummed softly just for you both to hear, his voice sounded fantastic, like
heaven to your ears. The deep vibration
he was creating reverberated in your ears and in your chest, sending your body
into some kind of trance, feeling too relaxed and at peace to even see the
looks of shock and amusement the company was casting you.
happy that you had finally agree to let him help and he tried to pour all his
love and adoration for you in his movements. His hands finished brushing your
hair, magically taming it with graceful skills and he started to slowly massage
your scalp making you hum in appreciation. Thorin smiled, amused to see you in
such a state. You couldn’t believe that such a ruthless and fierce warrior like
Thorin could be so gentle and caring. Weirdly you had the impression that he
saved this soft side for only the ones he loved. However, you couldn’t
understand why you suddenly had the privilege to see his secretive soft side.
were now playing with your locks, secretly enjoying their texture on his skin. He
took a deep breath and started to braid your hair as your eyes opened slowly, a
content smile on your lips. However, a frown appeared on your features as you
saw the smirks on the company’s faces. Balin smiled at you and casted him a
confused look, why were they all looking at you as if another head had popped
out of your neck? You tried to understand, your brain fuming and trying to
remember. Then, your eyes widen and you gasped, making Thorin stop braiding and
look at you.
alright?” Thorin’s deep voice asked from behind you, one of his hands squeezing
your right shoulder.
squeaked out, your eyes still wide open. You cleaned your throat then started
to talk. “You know… I had a long talk with Balin the other day…” Thorin kept
braiding your hair and hummed to make you keep going.
talked about courting customs.” At your words Thorin felt his cheeks slightly
flush. “He told me that dwarves were really protective of their women and that
dwarves could only love once. You call those ‘One’ if I remember well. He said
it is like a soulmate.” You said, twiddling your thumbs nervously.
is true.” Thorin said, trying to understand where you were going.
talked about the importance of hair in your courting customs.”
Thorin said but at the same time the King glanced up to glare at his old
friend. Balin smiled then leaned in to say something to Dwalin.
did.” You said. “So, there is something that I must have misunderstood. Balin
told me that touching the hair of someone was reserved to family or your
lover.” Your cheeks were as red as a tomato as you felt Thorin clip something
in your hair.
understood perfectly, Ghishavel.” Thorin whispered as he finally let go of your
hair. You turned around slowly, your eyes landing on a smiling Thorin.
did you propose to help me with my hair?” Your voice was shaking, scared to hear
the answer. Thorin staid silent for a while his eyes never leaving yours.
care for you. Deeply.” Thorin breathed and your mouth fell agape.
is impossible.” You breathed out and Thorin frowned.
is that so hard to consider?” Thorin asked as he got up in a start making you
jump on your feet as well.
you are a king and I… I am nothing.” You answered sadly. “I care for you too,
Thorin but we could never…” Thorin shook his head and stepped forward then
cupped your cheeks in his calloused hand.
Don’t say that.” Your heart stopped as Thorin’s forehead touched yours. “Don’t
say that we are not meant to be.”
You breathed out.
don’t care about what other Lords could think. You are my One, my soulmate, my
one and only love.” Thorin said, his nose touching yours and his breath
ghosting over your lips. “I will always love you, even if you don’t feel the
same I will forever care for you, I will forever try to keep you safe.”
Thorin’s hand slowly shift from your cheek to your hair, his fingers softly
brushing over the new braids in your hair including the one with Thorin’s bead
clasped at the end. You closed your eyes, trying to process everything. It
seemed too surreal, too perfect to be true but for once in your life you
deserved to be happy.
you, Thorin Oakenshield. More than anything on this earth, I’ll love you until
my last breath and even after death.” You whispered, making Thorin’s eyes shine
with happy tears.
“I love you
too, Amrâlimê. With all my heart. My soul is yours.” You smiled and giggled
happily at his word then Thorin asked something that made you blush.
may I kiss you?” Thorin breathed. Your lips were brushing as you both breathed
heavily and you nodded your head slowly, not trusting your voice.
smiled then slowly closed the distance between your lips, pulling you into a
gentle but passionate kiss. His lips were surprisingly soft for someone who was
spending so much time in the wild. His kiss was breathtaking, literally. Your
lips moved in sync and you both tried to pour all your love for each other into
this single moment, as well as all the longing and passion you had tried to
hide for months. You smiled as you finally pulled away to breathe and Thorin
pulled you in his arms then span you around in circles, laughing in joy as the
entire company cheered for you and their king.
know what you had done to deserve his love but you were never going to
Tell me what you think! I always love to have feedbacks!
Listen girl, you do whatever the fuck you want to do with your hair.
Whether your hair is natural or relaxed, short or long, brown or purple, DO NOT let anyone tell YOU what to do with YOUR hair.
It’s YOURS, do with it as YOU please!
Your hair is beautiful.. and so are you!
Setting: A background story depicting the relationship of Min Yoongi and the sister of the head of a mafia organisation. Both of you are sent on a mission and forced to play out the roles of husband and wife.
You: The sister of the boss of a mafia organisation.
Min Yoongi: A genius hacker and a hit man. Due to some unfortunate events, your relationship with him can be best described as the mixture of love and hate. He’s a member of the same mafia organisation, which makes him your fellow co-worker. One day you’re both sent on a mission and forced to pretend to be happily married.
“Fucking shit-head,” you spit out while adjusting your dress.
It might be a bit too tight and it rolls up every now and then, exposing even more of your flesh. “Why him, of all people?” your hands gently running through the locks of beautiful long hair and then you freeze. Flashbacks from the past, the day when you first met Min Yoongi, creep into your head all over again. It’s like an endless cycle of trying to ignore his malicious presence that threatens your sanity and ability to think straight each and every day.
“Fucking impossible,” you hiss, fixing up the dress for the umpteenth time, this time around your boobs area. It’s maybe not as much that he is a complete jerk and bastard. He really can be sweet, for example to your sister. Yes, he certainly can. Your sister is his boss and he looks up to her, also, they seem to be pretty fond of each other and it’s all perfectly fine. You can understand it all. She is the boss of a Mafia organisation and he’s just been doing his job, doing it pretty well, if you were to admit, resulting in their friendly bond. They hit it off pretty well, though. Something that you can’t really say about you and Yoongi. Some time ago, maybe a year or so…
“Has it been such a long time already? Gosh,” you ponder out loud.
But yes, indeed, it must have been a year since that day when you were given orders to kill one, particularly nasty and uncontrollable, associate of your sister’s organisation. Yeah, usual stuff. Find the guy, corner him when he least expects it, and then get rid of him, in a most cautious and quiet manner. Nobody wants to deal with problematic shit, for sure not your lovely sister. The thing is, on the way you encountered some bothersome issue, something that can be exactly labelled as problematic shit. The night when you stepped into the house of the soon-to-be-dead guy, you knew you weren’t alone in this lavishly decorated villa. Somebody else was there, not a member of the target’s family, maid, hooker, whatever, it was another hit-man. A very wily and clever one, to put it lightly. You weren’t exactly sure who was his target. At some point it crossed your mind that he could’ve been after you, but no, it wasn’t the case. The two of you finally confronted each other in the living room, two bullets killing the guy immediately. You aimed for his heart, while the black-clad stranger chose to drill a hole in his head. Disgusting…
“Crazy mother fucker,” you still cringe at the memory.
Anyway, the moment when the guy collapsed on the ground drawing his last breaths, you and that intruder stood motionless for a couple of seconds to assess one another’s intentions. You remember that at this point your mind was completely blank. Without much thinking, you pulled the trigger, but this sneaky little bastard must have anticipated your hasty decision cause he ducked down and then jumped in your direction, landing basically on you and immediately straddling you. His grip was strong. What really puzzled you back then was the fact that he didn’t kill you, although he really could have just taken out his gun and make a hole in your head, same as he did with this unfortunate guy. It would have been easy, taking into account your shitty mistake. Yeah… He really got you there. Something he’s been continuously reminding you about on every possible occasion. You were struggling for some time, trying to wriggle out of his grasp and somehow maybe still come out completely unscathed of this crappy situation. Not much time had passed, though, and then you heard the sounds of the police sirens. Both of you realising that the party was over, and that it was high time to clear out, ASAP. He let go of you and chuckled a little. You couldn’t see his face because of the balaclava, but without a single doubt he must have been smirking like a fucking madman. He sprang to his feet and run away using one of the back doors. You followed his lead and got the hell out of that place. He was nowhere to be seen, though. You simply lost his track. The mission was a complete fiasco. Sure, the guy was dead, but due to the mess that thwarted your plans you didn’t manage to fulfil the orders completely. You didn’t bring back with you the set of jewellery that had been your sister’s object of desire. Before kicking the bucket, the targeted guy committed one single, but what a grave mistake. The mistake that ultimately cost him his life. He robbed your sister of that fancy necklace and earrings, hoping to get away with it.
“What a fucking imbecile,” you mutter to yourself, applying a red lipstick on your lips.
More memories of the past events flowing into your head, and sadly, you have to admit that you really fucked it all up. The outcome was that you didn’t retrieve that necklace. Worse even, you were fucking out-fooled by some other hired killer. And later, it obviously turned out that it had been none other than Min Yoongi. You still remember the day when he appeared in your sister’s office carrying a little silk drawstring bag in his hand. He introduced himself as the man who… Oh my God… Your fist clench at the sheer reminiscence of his self-confident rant.
He said that he was “the man who is capable of carrying out the tasks that other people screw up.”
He was standing there, looking deeply into your sister’s eyes. Then, he showed you the bag, ostentatiously waving it in front of your faces.
“Do you want to have what`s inside?” he asked.
Your sister didn’t respond, keenly observing his actions.
“Do you?” he nagged, opening the bag in order to take out the stolen necklace. At this very moment your sister’s eyes were shining just as bright as this breathtaking piece of jewellery.
“Let me work for you and I’ll give you this and many other things,” he offered, smiling cunningly.
And she agreed. Yes, she fucking agreed. As a consequence, this overconfident prick and annoying jerk, Min Yoongi, has become your co-worker. He has been a member of the gang for almost a year now, pissing you off whenever he just as much as appears in sight. Not to mention the moments when he opens that dirty mouth of his. To your misfortune, he’s one of the most trustworthy people here, and certainly does his job extraordinary well. He’s so full of himself that sometimes you just want to tear him to pieces and make that shitty smirk fade away once and for all, but you can’t. He’s supposed to be your partner, duh.
“Over my dead body,” the thought flashes through your head, making you frown and cringe.
You’re also painfully aware of the fact that Min Yoongi occupies your head all the fucking time. An unpleasant and self-loathing feeling creeps over your entire being. You can’t help thinking about him. It’s like the more you try to control yourself the more difficult it becomes. The truth is, you aren’t exactly a good girl. No, not at all. You’ve always teased guys and made them chase you, only to leave them hanging in the end, when you decided you’ve had enough of them. You simply love the feeling of being in power, seeing guys on their knees, ready to cater to all of your whims. Min Yoongi, though… He’s been persistently ignoring you and your presence, something that you’re not exactly used to. He behaves as if he didn’t give a single fuck about you, mocking you all the time and teasing whenever the occasion allows for some little chit-chat. You hate him so much. You despise every single thing about him, and yet… Yet, you keep thinking about him, and it’s all his fault. You know the exact source of your distress. He’s been giving you a roller-coaster ride, being a complete dumb-ass one day and then casually complimenting the way you look the other. Sometimes you’re not even sure if it’s a compliment. He’s been so sly and smug about everything and the way he approaches you that it’s fucking unbelievable. Another flashback troubles your pretty head. The night when he came to your room and kissed you.
He fucking kissed you. He gripped you roughly to keep you still, and then he fucking kissed you. You were so speechless and utterly shocked you didn’t even know how to react. The kiss was oddly delicate, and should you say, affectionate even? He barely brushed his lips over yours and the grip on your shoulders suddenly became even tighter. He stopped for a moment and then softly licked your lower lip, asking for permission. You let him. You let him do that and shortly afterwards he was pressing you to the wall, kissing fondly and greedily. When both of you were short of breath, he let go, arms still wrapped around you. The look on your face must have been absolutely ridiculous because he laughed out loud, not being able to hold in his amusement.
“You can now close your mouth, silly. I’m not gonna kiss you anymore today,” he whispered tenderly, placing a finger on your lips.
The smug smirk on his face then… You’re going to remember it till the end of your days. You’re so lost in your thoughts that you are completely oblivious to Yoongi’s presence in the room. You jump, startled by the deep and rough tone of his voice that breaks the silence in the bathroom.
“My wife wouldn’t ever wear such indecent clothes,” he comments mockingly, eyeing up your figure from head to toes.
“Oh, really?” you question, looking at him and trying to hide your state of surprise. You continue, facing him, “Do I really have to say it out loud how much I care about your thoughts on my fashion choice?”
He tilts his head to the side, raising an eyebrow, “Personally, I think it is not much of a fashion choice if you wear clothes that barely cover your ass.” A smirk follows. You turn around to look at yourself in the mirror again, announcing, “No fucks given, Yoongi. Not even a single one.”
He teasingly keeps on bringing up the main idea behind your mission tonight, that is - you and Yoongi pretending to be a happily married couple, attending to a party organised by your gang’s foe so as to steal some data from his private laptop. You lure the guy to distract his attention, and in the meantime, Yoongi takes care of the laptop. Easy, in theory at least.
He picks up the topic yet again, purposefully trying to anger you even more, “Please, don’t swear. It is not fit for a lady. Not to mention my wife.” He takes a couple of steps towards you, dangerously closing the distance between you. If he reached out with his hand now he would easily manage to scoop you into his arms.
“Oh, my. You’re so in character tonight, Yoongi. Does the thought of being my husband excite you so much?” you retort, pretending to be busy with fixing up your hair.
“Who knows? If I worked a bit on that foul mouth of yours then maybe you wouldn’t turn out to be half bad?” he wonders out loud, staring at your expression in the mirror.
“For fuck`s sake, why does it have to be you of all people? Couldn’t I go on that mission with Jungkook, or Tae Tae?” you whine while washing your hands, “Anybody, just not you, dammit.” You pull at the towel angrily, wanting to dry your hands.
“Maybe we’re meant to be? Try to think about this that way,” he chuckles. “I’d rather die a virgin than be with a jerk like…,” you don’t finish your sentence because the moment you feel Yoongi’s hot breath on the nape of your neck your mouth goes dry. Your hands frantically grip on the washbasin when he abruptly tugs on the hem of your dress in an attempt to cover your ass. You would surely lose balance if not for Yoongi’s rough grip on your hips. Nails digging into your skin and then he hisses into your ear, “I told you to cover it up, didn’t I?” He breathes out, annoyed and then takes a step back. Your body shivers a little. He keeps on observing you attentively in the mirror and then he says, “I’m waiting in the car. We’re going to be late if you continue dolling up like that.” He gives you one last look and then turns around, aiming for the door. When you’re left alone in the bathroom you can feel your legs giving up. You slide down and end up sitting on the cold tiles.
The chauffeur opens up the door of the black Bentley as soon as he notices you going down the stairs. You get into the car, sitting right next to Yoongi on the back seat.
“I’m sure you’re aware how much depends on our close cooperation tonight,” he clears his throat and then carries on talking, “I’ll need you to divert his attention for approximately 10 minutes… Yeah, I think it should suffice.” The driver starts the engine and your body slightly rocks to the back. Yoongi resumes talking, “Providing, of course, that the guy will be stupid enough to leave his office unattended. If there are thugs keeping an eye on his shit then we’re fucked. And this will be most probably the case… Sometimes I wonder if we’re paid enough here. Your sister’s orders are getting more and more ridiculous.”
“Wait a minute, dear husband. Aren’t you the man who ‘is capable of carrying out the tasks that other people screw up’, hmm?” you question him, sarcastically. “I’m sure we’ll be all fine, right?” you turn your face to smile gently at him. He is visibly amused by your back talk, but he doesn’t ease up on you, “As long as you make sure not to do more harm than good then yeah, I’d say we’ll most probably be all fine, Pretty face.” That seemingly affectionate pet name he’s just used to address you makes your blood boil. Your press your thighs unconsciously, doing your best to hold your emotions at bay. You promise yourself to pay him back by the end of that evening. You’ll turn the tables tonight, no matter at what cost.
When you arrive at the mansion, it quickly turns out that the place is virtually filled to the brim with the owner’s muscle-men. Not a very promising perspective, unfortunately. You’re sipping your drink at the bar when you feel somebody grabbing at your elbow. It is Yoongi. He drags you to the nearest secluded place and pulls you closer to him.
“I’ve checked the office. It seems we’re going to have a huge problem to get there,” he informs you, looking around to double check if you’re all alone.
“Seems like it’s the moment for plan B,” you respond nonchalantly.
“What plan B, Baby doll?” he asks, his pupils getting bigger.
“Just make sure nobody interrupts me,” you shake of his hands and walk past him, disregarding yet another questionable nickname.
He watchfully eyes your figure and cautiously follows your lead, keeping his distance. To his surprise, you openly approach the owner and initiate a friendly small talk. It doesn’t last long before he can clearly see, even from afar, that the guy is simply drooling over you. The last thing he registers is how you and your target disappear behind the door of the guy’s office. He swallows hard, his stomach clenching in an unpleasant manner. “Mr Min, would you like a glass of champagne?” a waitress politely offers him a drink, but he blurts out furiously, “Get the hell out of my sight, woman.” He walks away, clenching his fists.
Less than two hours later both of you arrive home, your purse hiding today’s mission loot- a pen drive containing data about the guy’s shady business. A victory. A tremendous success, even. All thanks to you. Yoongi can fuck himself. You walk into your bedroom and immediately collapse on the bed, satisfied. Yoongi enters just after you, loudly slamming the door behind him.
“How did you get that data? I won’t repeat myself,” his voice as cold as ice.
“In fact, you did anyway,” you start counting on fingers, “like three or four times already?” God, finally. Finally, you’re the one in control, having him in the palm of your hand. You’re fucking overjoyed, eyes sparkling with excitement. Min fucking Yoongi got what he deserved and you’re certainly going to savour this moment. “Yoongi, why are you so tensed? What happened to your good mood, darling? Tell me, you know you can confide in your wife,” you tease, riling him up even more. Hands gently brushing away some locks of hair that kept on tickling your neck. You flash the most bubbly smile you’re capable of making, eyes gazing into his.
“What the fuck is there on your neck?” he hisses out, making you jump on the bed in alarm.
“My neck?” you ask, totally unaware of the hickey. The look on his face sends a cold shiver down your spine. He comes up to you in three large steps. Your body unconsciously moves backwards, but he catches your elbow and forces you to get off the bed. His grip is so tight and forceful that you whimper in pain.
His nails bite into your arm and the sudden jerk makes you plead him to stop “Yoongi, please!”
“Did you let that bastard touch you?” he asks, doing his best to control his shaky voice. A vein on his forearm swells up, slowly changing its colour into a more bluish shade.
“Did he fuck you?” he spits out through clenched teeth.
“No, no, he didn’t. Please let me go!” you cry out, doing what you can to wriggle out of his grasp, but he only squeezes you tighter, bringing you close to his torso. Your eyes meet for what seems to be like an eternity. He looks hurt. You cannot believe in all of that. You want to look away, but he cups your chin with the other hand, forcing you to look him directly in the eyes. Does he actually care about you?
He whispers dryly, “You’re now going to fucking tell me what happened in that stinking office and you’re going to give me even the smallest details. Do you understand, or do you want me to repeat?”
You nod in response, deciding that perhaps now it’s not the time to carry on with the teasing. “Fine, you fucking psycho. I sweet-talked the guy and he took me to his office, hoping to get laid, I presume. When we were alone I teased him a little and…” you hesitate for a moment, thinking about the best way of saying things out loud, but Yoongi doesn’t appreciate this pause and rushes you to proceed with the answer, “And what?” he blurts out.
“I can’t fucking believe it. Nothing. Do you hear me? Nothing. I let him kiss me once or twice and then I asked him for a drink. He nibbled at my neck one last time, probably leaving the hickey, and then got up with his ass to take care of the booze. For both of us. I was lucky, because he announced that he has to take a piss. I used my chance and I poured some shit into his drink. He gulped the entire thing at one go, so it didn’t take too long before he was sleeping on the couch like a fucking baby. What else do you wanna know? Eh? Is that detailed enough for you?” you’re almost breathless when you’re done with the story. Yoongi’s piercing gaze makes you feel anxious. What the fuck is wrong with him… You wish you could disappear from this place. His grip loosens a bit, but still, he’s so close that you can feel his hot breath on your cheek. He’s not that tensed anymore, as if a weight was lifted from his heart.
“Is that supposed to convince me, Baby doll?” the tone of his voice slightly changes, “You’d have to try a little harder.” He smirks, mockingly. You suddenly miss the view from a couple of minutes ago. Insecure and jealous Yoongi is better than that cocky ass. Wait a minute… Is he really jealous? You are determined to check it now.
“Actually, you can think what you want. Maybe he fucked me senseless on his fancy desk, maybe he didn’t. Who knows?” you smile playfully, “You have no way of telling.” Your words are like a red rag to a bull for Yoongi who must have run out of patience by now. He pushes you and then you land on the bed, completely bewildered.
“What the fuck, Yoongi?” you snap at him, propping yourself on the elbows.
“If you are so unwilling to cooperate I, as your husband, feel compelled to examine the things personally,” he informs you while placing his knees on the bed.
You want to pull both of your knees to your chest but he forcefully grasps your thighs in order to spread them. You blush, embarrassed and furious at the same time.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”, hands on his shoulders in an attempt to push him off you.
“I know a very efficient way of checking your faithfulness, darling. Just don’t fucking move for a moment. Could you, Baby doll?” he questions, tenderly.
You want to punch him, but he grasps your hand and pulls you in for a kiss. You forget to breathe for a moment, obviously caught off guard. Unlike the first time, he is very rough and pushes his tongue inside your mouth, without waiting for your consent. His tongue expertly swirls around yours and then he seductively nibbles on your lower lip. He purrs softly, vibrations making you shiver in response. He’s very passionate, the tip of his tongue playfully rolls over yours. You melt into the kiss, mentally cursing Yoongi. Your arms are awkwardly spread on the sheets. What are you supposed to do? Hug him back? You are torn. He can’t possibly get to know how much you are enjoying this. Oh lord, but you’ve been itching to have him do dirty things to you for so long that you can’t take it anymore. His kisses are gradually getting more sloppy and desperate. A hand experimentally sneaking under your dress to fondle with the soft flesh of your thigh. His hand is so cold that it makes you squeak. Yoongi smirks into the kiss. He caresses your inner thigh in a circular movement, light strokes barely touching your skin, yet you involuntarily spread your thighs even wider. He takes that as an invitation and confidently pushes his entire finger into your tight pussy. You groan in pleasure, hands now roaming his body. He muffles your desperate moan with the kiss, but pulls away shortly after. You look at him through half-lidded eyes, totally gone at this point.
“Baby doll, you’re so tight I seriously doubt that ‘he fucked me senseless’ option” he whispers breathily, lips brushing your earlobe and then he tugs at it with his teeth eliciting a whimper from you. He hooks his finger inside you, moving it in and out of your pussy. Your stomach clenches each and very time he hits the back walls of your vagina. You’re still a bit too dry for such a violent penetration, but he doesn’t seem to care at all and keeps going with sharp, deep strokes. His long finger goes all up inside you and then he puts his thumb on the very tip of your clit, brushing it gently. This is the exact moment when you lose all self-control and jerk your hips, wantonly fucking yourself on his finger. Strangled moans escape your lips as he goes on with the rubbing on this extremely sensitive organ while fingering you. He is in so deep that you can feel this familiar pressure just underneath your belly button. It hurts but you want it to be this way. He’s so violent and unforgiving. You raise your head a little and then you meet his piercing dark eyes, clouded with lust and anger. You look away, sheepishly. Face blushing all shades of red as you close your eyes, not being able to bear that intense gaze. He notices your insecurity and fondly rests his forehead on yours. You’re a bit stunned for a moment, obviously surprised at the affectionate gesture. Right then, he inserts a second finger and you arch your hips to help him a little. He smiles softly, so unlike his usual eat-shitting grin. He fingers you so well that soon enough you can hear these wet, sloppy sounds of your slit getting fucked. You’re sure that by now his finger and hand must be covered with your juices. You’re short of breath, wriggling underneath him as you chase your orgasm, uncontrollably clenching around his finger. Just when you’re about to climax, Yoongi withdraws his finger and leaves your pussy clenching around thin air, hips jerking desperately into void.
You try to grab him and force him to continue as he gets off the bed, but you can’t reach him. Your heart is pounding so loudly that you’re afraid he might actually hear it. In silence, he languidly moves in the direction of the door, which pushes you almost on the verge of tears. You call out his name, voice all shaky, “Yoon… Yoongi!” No response, though. You stand up from the bed, legs trembling as you go after him. You stumble and almost collapse, gripping his shoulders at the last moment and clinging to him in a needy way. You’re afraid to speak because of the lump that formed in your throat. You dig your nails into his back, swallowing a sob. Is he going to leave just like that? He reaches for the doorknob and locks the door. A shiver runs down your spine.
“What are you doing, Baby doll?” he questions and exhales sharply.
Then, he places his hands on yours, caressing them tenderly and turns around, wrapping his arms around your waist.
He purrs softly into your ear “I had to lock the door, I’ve been waiting for too long for this to let anybody disturb us.”
“Fuck you, Yoongi. Seriously, fuck you!” you press your knotted fists into his chest, angry at yourself for losing your cool.
He abruptly pushes you against the wall, pinning your wrists above your head and sucking the skin of your neck into his mouth. He sucks and nibbles at the sensitive flesh, as if trying to cover the place of the unfortunate hickey with his own mark. Suddenly, he stops and carefully examines the outcome, frowning his eyebrows.
He cups your cheek, forcing you to look at him, “You better listen now, Baby doll. It was the fucking last time you let anybody touch you, apart from me. Are we clear?” You swallow hard.
“Are we clear?” he repeats enraged and irritated with your lack of response. You simply nod absent-mindedly, staring at his wet lips. He hikes up your dress, ass and pussy on display, and grasps your leg to hook it around his waist. He starts grinding against your wetted core. Your hips rocking in unison. He pants heavily, lips hungrily looking for yours. He sets up a steady rhythm and you do your best to roll your hips together with him.
“Baby… Baby I need you naked, so badly,” he murmurs, his hands finding their way under your dress, stroking your back and rolling up the material even higher. Seconds later, he simply rips off your dress, taking in the view of your naked body.
He grunts, satisfied, “It’s even better than I imagined, and believe me, I had high expectations.” Your ears burn with embarrassment at his blunt words. “Has he been imagining things with me?” you think to yourself, digesting what he has just told you. He takes a step back and you find it hard to stand on your own, without his body pressed to yours. He ogles your perfect figure, slowly unbuttoning the white shirt. You haven’t noticed it before, but now the wall feels so unpleasantly cold that you really wish he was closer again, petting your skin and warming you up. With shaky hands you reach for the buttons. He smiles.
“I wanted to fuck you so roughly you’d never even think about looking at another guy but if you continue being so cute I doubt I’ll be able to do that, Baby,” he whispers in a low voice, leaving the buttons for you and hastily unbuckling his leather belt.
“Rough or gentle, as long as you make me cum I don’t really care,” you flat-out state your eagerness which makes him chuckle again.
Finally, you take off his shirt, admiring his torso and perfect stomach and then you help him get rid of the trousers. You gaze down, eyes glued to his boxers that are drenched with pre-cum. You reach for the waistband, not being able to hold back anymore, freeing his cock from the irritating material. His breath hitches when he feels the cold air on his rock-hard cock.
“Oh fuck Yoongi,” you instinctively press your thighs together when you lay eyes on his erected penis.
“Yes, baby doll?” he hums softly, pushing you against the wall again and squeezing your ass with all his force. You bite back a moan, unexpectedly wrapping your palm around his shaft. He loves this and encourages you to go on, gently stroking your hair, “Baby doll, you know… Ahh,” he stutters when you grab his balls with the other hand, massaging them lightly while still jerking him off. He takes a deep breath and continues in a strangled voice, “Do you have any idea, how much I’ve always wanted you to do it for me?” The sinful whisper makes your head feel dizzy. His penis is so slick that your hand easily goes up and down his entire length. Then, you start twirling your finger around the head of his penis. At first slowly and sensually but then you go faster and faster and you can literally feel him throbbing. His knees buckle.
“You have to stop, now,” he orders, weakly trying to push your hands away.
“Do you really want me to stop? I thought you wanted it oh so badly,” you tease, biting on his collarbones.
He is so riled up and needy at this point that he violently turns you around and forces you to bend down with your ass high up in the air, hands resting on the wall for support.
“Sure, but there is something I wanted even more… Can you guess what it is, Baby doll?” he mutters, positioning himself and placing one hand on your hip.
You can feel as he brushes your clit with the tip of his erection and you moan so loud, pushing your ass back into his erected member. He digs his nails into your hip and you writhe underneath him because of the stinging sensation that makes your body shudder. You lift your ass wantonly and accidentally graze his dick with your soaking wet cunt.
“Can you fucking stay still, fuck…,” he pleads through clenched teeth.
“Can you fucking get inside already?!” you start grinding him with your ass to get him going and then he shoves his cock inside you, freezing for a moment to calm down his throbbing member.
Your tight entrance swallows his entire length and his body goes all tense. You cry out his name, begging for more. He takes a couple of deep breaths and then begins moving in a steady rhythm. After a while, he slides all out and rams back in, barely being able to contain a throaty moan building up inside him. He repeats the rough movement a couple of times, making you feel light-headed. Once again there is that burning sensation inside your belly, and then suddenly, the grip on your hips becomes even more desperate, bruising them and causing you a bit of pain.
“Ahh… How can you be so tight? Dammit,” he questions in a weak voice.
His dick relentlessly pounding into you, hitting the right spot each and every time. The sounds of his hips slamming into your heat and your lewd moans fill the room, making you lose yourself completely. He rotates his hips a little and then rams back in, and you almost hit the wall with your head.
He growls low in his throat, “Baby doll, I’m gonna cum soon, and you’re going to cum with me.”
Your body twitches uncontrollably, you would come anyway… It’s not like he has to make any special effort. Your legs are not far from giving out and your vision is blurry. The only thing that you need now is to feel his cum filling your pussy.
Suddenly, he pleads, “Y/N, please look at me. Please, I need to see your face,” the grip around your waist makes your skin burn, you can already tell how fucking bruised you will be tomorrow.
You look behind, gazing into his unbelievably handsome face. A drop of sweat pours down his forehead, his cheeks are flushed and lips swollen. “Son of a bitch,” you curse him mentally but you can’t help staring at him.
He smiles fondly and suddenly begs once again, “Baby doll, give me your hand, I want to touch you, ahh.”
“Yoongi, mhm…,” you squeak, reaching to his extended arm.
He holds your hand tightly and with a couple of rough thrusts your pussy starts clenching around his dick, the waves of pleasure run through your body. Yoongi moans a mixture of curse words and your name when he rides out his orgasm, cumming into you. He loses his pace, being totally lost and pounds into you erratically, never letting go of your hand. When both of you come down from your high, he gently pulls out his now limp cock from your cunt and embraces you, both of you sinking to your knees. He sits down on the floor and lets you collapse on him, positioning you between his thighs. He strokes your back helping you to relax after this roller-coaster of emotions. His cum drips down your leg and your body shudders. You’re so tired your eyes involuntarily close on their own.
The last thing you hear before drifting off in his arms is his soft whisper, “Baby doll, you’re only mine.”
I wrote this before but I couldn’t find it so here you go. x
148. “Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”
In your white t-shirt that had “We Think Harry Has The XFactor” Along with Xfactor’s logo, you stood backstage as Anne gave Harry a kiss on his cheek before he turned to you.
You breathed nervously, cupping his face with your hands, “I’m so proud of you. No matter what they say, you’re incredible, yeah? Break a leg, Haz.” And you kissed your best friend’s cheek as he gave you a grin and a nod before walking on stage.
You were sure you were almost nails-less during the time of his singing as you bit your nails, your nerves all around the place as you stood beside Gemma, looking at him through the screen as he sang Isn’t She Lovely; a lullaby you both always sang to each other whenever one of you couldn’t sleep.
You frowned at Louis’ remark. He was 16 and auditioning, what kind of experience should he have if he’s auditioning for a singing show, freaking idiot?
“Someone in the audience just said rubbish and I totally agree with them.” Simon said, making you grin and clap before interlocking your fingers under your chin.
When it came to the voting, you almost threw up from how nervous you were. “I’m going to have to say no.” Louis said, making you frown and boo him under your breath.
“I like you Harry, I’m going to have to say yes.” Nicole said, making you cheer as your eyes got tearful.
“You’ll be happy to hear I’m going agree with Nicole-” You didn’t hear anything else as you were engulfed in a hug by Anne and Gemma as you and Harry’s family and friend cheered.
You heard Harry say thank you before he walked towards you, hugged by his family and patted on his back. You wrapped your arms tightly around him, burying your head in his neck as he hugged you back as tight. “I’m so happy, oh my God, Haz.” You cried.
“Awh, don’t cry.” He wiped your tears. “You’re too lovely for that.” He grinned.
Later that night, in the hotel where you were all staying, you and Harry sat in your hotel room, making scenarios of a famous Harry Styles.
“And you’d be singing on the stage and all the girls would be crying and fainting because you’re you and the crowd goes woo!” You jumped on the bed before throwing yourself on the bed on your back, looking at Harry who sat propped on his elbow, his cheek resting on his palm as he looked at you with a smile.
“Will you be there?” He asked.
“I’ll be there.” You answered, closing your eyes and curling your body in a ball, the day’s exhaustion kicking in. In a matter of minutes, you were asleep.
“I hope you will.” Harry whispered before hovering his lips on yours gently, giving you a very gentle and light kiss.
You sat between Harry’s legs, his fingers working on your hair as he braided it while you sat in Niall’s dressing room with the boys, all laughing.
You laughed at Liam’s costume that had had to wear for the Best Song Ever music video. “Hair tie.” Harry said and you held your hand for him with the hair tie which he took and tied around your braid. “There we go. It looks great.”
“Really? Take a picture.” You straightened your back as you heard his phone’s camera go off and he gave you the phone for you to inspect. “I love it, thanks Haz” You turned and smiled at him before turning to see everyone leaving the room to God knows where. You turned back to Harry, “You know, I really like the whole Marcel look on you.”
“Oh, do you? Too bad you’re stuck with lame ol’ Harry, huh?” He gave you a toothy grin.
You playfully scoffed, “Don’t remind me.”
“Really now?” His fingers started tickling you, making you squirm.
“Harry! Harry, stop!” You laughed, struggling to get up but he was quick to wrap his arms around your waist from behind.
You began to gain your breath before resting your back on Harry’s chest and letting a sight leave your mouth before closing your eyes.
Harry, feeling your breath grow heavier, he leaned his head forward to look at you, smiling when he saw that you had slept. You were very energetic the whole day, it was bound to tire you.
Being best friends with you, Harry was ecstatic that he had someone like you in his life but he wasn’t happy that you were oblivious to his feelings and that it was impossible for you to return his feelings.
He was there when you had your first kiss, having to listen to you go over and over about how lovely it was and how cute the guy was. He was there when you had your first heartbreak and he had to restrain himself from murdering the guy who had caused the girl he loves all that pain, having to wipe your tears and hold you in his arms as you sobbed. He was there when you aced your GSCE’s, celebrating both of your grades together. He was always there for you and you were always there for him. After all, it was you who convinced him to audition.
“Just tell her.” Louis said once he entered the room, looking at your sleeping figure and Harry’s smiling one.
Harry shook his head and sighed, “You don’t understand.” He whispered in order not to wake you.
“It’s not rocket science, mate. You love the girl, she loves you, you both are too shy and scared to admit it.” Louis said.
“Can you keep it down?” Harry whispered.
“You’ll have to wake her up anyway, we’re going back to the hotel, Romeo.” Louis smirked.
Harry sighed and nodded, watching Louis walk out of the room. Miraculously, he managed to stand up from behind you, with you still asleep as he put your head gently on the pillow and kneeled beside you. His hand found your hair, gently stroking it as he looked at you. He sighed, closing his eyes, “I love you. So much.” He whispered, “What am I going to do?” He whispered to himself.
He leaned down, gently pecking your lips for a second before standing up and beginning to wake you up.
“I can’t believe you got the role!” You squealed. “My best friend is a movie star!” You screamed out in Harry’s LA house as you held his hand and twirled yourself.
Harry grinned as he watched you twirl, “I’m glad you’re here to celebrate with me.”
“Did you expect it? I had Jeff help me out with booking the ticket and all that.” You grinned, wrapping your arms around his torso.
“I honestly didn’t, love. I was very surprised. Actually, I’m still surprised.” He smiled down at you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.
“How do you want us to celebrating you landing the role, Haz? Come on, name anything, we’ll do it.” You smiled up at him, a happy glint in your eyes.
“Can we stay in tonight? Celebrate and go out tomorrow? I’m very tired from all the writing and recording and all the meetings and I need a movie night with a cuddle on the side, please.” He raised his eyebrows, his dimple showing as he smiled.
“Whatever the movie star wants. You pick the movie, I’ll order the pizza.” You demanded with a smile.
“What would I do without you?”
“Probably still be working in the bakery. Barbara misses you by the way. Give me your phone, I don’t know the pizza place’s number.” You opened your palm.
“I miss that cheeky woman, too. Send her my greetings when you see her again.” He said as he gave you his phone and dialing the pizza place’s number.
“I love your hair, by the way. You look handsome.” You smiled with a blush before leaving the room with his phone pressed to your ear as you began ordering.
Harry grinned, his cheeks turning crimson red as his hand touched his hair.
You both sat on Harry’s bed, your head on his shoulder and his head leaning on yours with the pizza box on your lap and in your third movie of the night. Harry insisted you watch When Harry Met Sally because it was his favorite and “It was his night, my wish is your command, love.” Was what he said.
Your eyes were droopy, your 11 hours flight’s exhaustion kicking in as you cuddled more to Harry. 15 minutes later, light snores were escaping your lips.
“Oh, I love this pa-” Harry stopped when he heard your snores, looking down at you and chuckling when he saw you sleeping, “Of course.” He took the pizza box from your lap and put it on the bedside table before putting his arm around your waist and lying you down gently on the bed.
He looked down at you, “This is the part where I kiss you, you know? You just don’t know.” He muttered under his breath before pecking your lips gently and snuggling close to you. “Goodnight, beautiful.
Your red long silky dress showed off your body, your hair in waves and your skin glowing. To say that you were feeling yourself would be an understatement. The highlighter was really popping. You walked down Harry’s house in London, knowing Anne and him were waiting for you downstairs.
Harry had asked you, alongside his mother, to be his date for Dunkirk’s premiere. He was nervous but it felt natural and of course, you agreed.
You were met with Anne who gasped and put a hand to her heart and nudged Harry whose back was facing you. He looked at her confusingly to which she nodded her head towards you, making hm turn to look at you.
Harry’s jaw dropped, if it was a cartoon, he would definitely have hearts popping out of his eyes. His heart began racing, his palms getting sweaty as he stared at you.
You took slow approaches towards him and Anne and smiled shyly, “What?”
“You look absolutely divine, dear.” Anne smiled at you.
“You look wonderful, Anne.” You said, looking at her black dress.
“Thank you, dear. I’m going to wait for you in the limo. Harry, close your mouth, honey.” Anne chuckled before walking out the door.
You looked at Harry, chuckling, “Are you going to talk or not?” You asked, moving closer to him and putting your hands on his chest, feeling his racing heart against your palm, making you blush and raise your eyebrows, “Your heart is beating really fast.”
“How can it not?” He whispered, not trusting his voice as he took you all in.
“You look handsome.” You said in a low voice, staring at his green eyes.
“You look-You look unbelievable. I ca-”
“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” You said quietly, your eyes not leaving his.
Harry’s eyes went wide, “Wh-What?”
“I asked, why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” You repeated, leaning in till your lips was hovering over his, brushing against his.
“You-” Harry swallowed, his eyes looking at yours nervously, “You know?”
“It’s hard not to feel a kiss, love.” You chuckled. “Do you not want me awake when you kiss me?”
Before you could say anything, Harry’s lips were on yours, his hands cupping your head as he poured his feelings into the kiss. You closed your eyes in delight, kissing back as passionately.
You both pulled away, you pecking his lips one more time, “I’ve always wanted to do that.” You admitted, chuckling.
Harry grinned, closing his eyes as he leaned his forehead on yours, “Can I say it?”
“I love you.” He said with a grin.
“I love you.” You repeated before your lips were on his one more time.
Needless to say, the fans were quick to notice from the pictures of the premiere, both of your loving stolen glances, your interlocked fingers and were fangirling over a lips peck you shared in the background of a picture of Fionn, quick to tweet about how the ship finally sailing.
She was leaning against the wall, her arms wrapped around him. His head was bent down and he was supporting her back. Their lips were pressed together, moving passionately. His hand was unbuttoning her tunic when the door opened.
“OBI- oh, Maker, I-”
“Anakin!” Obi-Wan exclaimed, quickly removing himself from the girl. She held her robes together with one hand and rubbed her eyes with the other, blushing furiously.
“Anakin, we were just- we weren’t- doing a lesson plan-”
A slow grin was making its way onto Anakin’s face. “A lesson plan?”
Y/N nodded. “We were- comparing how to teach- Padawans-
Obi-Wan and Y/N both nodded, making Anakin laugh.
“Well, continue making lesson plans!” Anakin said, walking out the door.
The two Jedi looked at each other, both blushing red. Obi-Wan smiled.
“Forgive my Padawan,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around her. “Now, where were we?”
Luke gave her a large smile as he jumped off the X-wing.
“Y/N!” he exclaimed, setting down his helmet and running to her.
“I was so worried,” she admitted, embracing him tightly. He held her to him gently.
“It’s okay, I’m okay, I’m here,” he whispered in her ear, instantly calming her. She grinned and pressed her lips to his.
The kiss was soft, but it said so much more than anything either of them could choke out.
“I love you,” she mumbled.
“I love you too,” he replied, kissing her again.
Suddenly, a large hand landed on Luke’s shoulder.
“I see you got yourself a girl, kid!” Han said with a smirk. Leia quickly scrambled over and pushed Han away.
“Han, give them some privacy.” Leia turned to Luke and Y/N with a smile. “I’m glad to see you back, Luke.”
With their friends gone, Luke turned back to his girlfriend. “Sorry.”
Y/N smiled and brought him in for another kiss.
“I think- I kind of- really like you,” you stuttered out.
Han raised his eyebrows. “You- kind of- like me?”
“As- more than a friend-” you finished, looking at the ground with embarrassment. “I understand if you don’t like me back, if you- like the princess.”
You bit your lip to hold back anything else, keeping your gaze trained on the tile. You released your lip on you felt strong arms wrap around your waist, the hand pushing you against Han’s chest. He bent down and kissed you with passion, and all nerves and thoughts of rejection fly out the window.
You put your hands on his shoulders and kissed back, hoping to prove how deep your feelings for him ran.
Suddenly, the loud bang on something falling interrupted the kiss. You turned to find Chewie quickly picking up a fallen item. He growled an apology and quickly stepped away. You turned back to Han with a playful smile.
“Now, where were we?”
He grinned and led you away.
She tried to tangle her fingers in his perfect hair, but he grabbed her wrist and held it and her other above on the wall with a chuckle, all the while, her lips never leaving his.
“Not so fast,” he murmured in between kisses, taking a breath.
“Someday,” she pleaded, a smirk on her face.
“Never,” Hux replied easily.
They both smiled and resumed their kissing, paying no mind to their position in the hallway. As their lips met again and his tongue entered her mouth, a voice interrupted them.
They both whipped around to find Kylo Ren, looking angry and rather menacing, but at the same time quite amused beneath his mask.
“C-Commander Ren,” Y/N gasped. She was a lower-ranked officer and knew all too well her Commander had no time for slacking off.
Hux, however, smiled lazily. “Ren,” he replied carefully.
Kylo seemed to be smirking. “I thought I’d let you know you are 10 minutes late for our meeting with Snoke, and he is not amused.”
She looked at Hux apologetically, but he simply smiled.
“Thank you, Ren.”
As the Commander walked away, Hux turned to her. A simple glance told her he was willing to miss this meeting, just to be with her. She smiled and kissed him again.
“You’ve never been kissed?” he seemed surprised. You frowned.
“N-no, sir, I haven’t,” you stuttered out a reply.
“Interesting,” he murmured, pacing a bit. After a moment, you spoke.
He turned to you again, and you wondered if he was angry for some reason. He was always stiff and menacing, but perhaps this change in mood was a sign of rage? You cringed and leaned back, hoping you wouldn’t anger him more.
And then he took off the helmet. You suddenly understood and your fear melted away as you studied his long raven hair, his beautiful face, his body, everything. He grinned and stepped forward, making you step back.
“S-sir, I’m not, sur-sure if this-”
Before you could finish he stepped forward one last time and looked you in the eye.
You gulped, looked him in the eye and nodded.
With the permission granted he stepped forward and kissed you. You gasped as his lips touched yours. He moved your hands to the appropriate positions and wrapped his own around you. As you began to kiss back, a loud noise made you pull apart.
You blushed furiously and looked down when your eyes landed on Captain Phasma.
“I apologize for the intrusion, sir, but you are needed.”
You felt Kylo nod, and mechanic footsteps left. You looked up shyly to find Ren’s apologetic face.
As he began to put on his helmet, he spoke. “I have to go. But I- I enjoyed that. I will see you again, Y/N.”
With that, he was gone, and you were left to scurry back to work.
“You’re home!” Y/N called out across the room. The man turned around, his face brightening as he caught sight of his girlfriend.
“Y/N!” Poe grinned, running to her. They met in the middle, wrapped up in each others’ arms.
“Come on,” she said with a hint of mischief, entangling her fingers with his and running into a deserted hallway, both of them giggling. Once they were alone, she stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him.
The kiss was passionate the result of not seeing each other for weeks.
“I missed you so much,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around him once again. Poe grinned against her lips.
“You have no idea how much I missed you.”
She slipped her hands under his jacket, rubbing his back and deepening the kiss. Suddenly, a series of frantic robotic noised interrupted them.
They separated and looked down to find BB-8, rather excited to see his owner back again. Poe laughed and, keeping an arm around Y/N and dragging her down with him, squatted down to his droid’s level and began to speak.
Meanwhile, Poe’s girlfriend simply rolled her eyes and began to greet the droid as well.
I am here today to show you how to put on a wig and, well, not want to stab yourself in the eye afterwards. The thing with wigs, is they’re essentially like everything else in cosplay: in order to finish with a good result, you need to start with a good beginning. So, here we go.
Shawn was perfect. It didn’t take a genius to understand that Shawn was overall the perfect man. He was the best boyfriend any girl could ever dream for, and he was fucking famous for crying out loud. He had countless fanfiction shit and stuff on the internet, and it was all so accurate. All of those dumb ridiculously gross relationship goal stuff all of the twelve year old girls wanted, was exactly what he did. He posted pictures online with you, much to his publicists dismay as she said it may cause a slight uproar in his fanbase if he were to announce he was in a relationship. He didn’t care at all, he posted photos with you, of you, posted mushy captions, all of the stuff teenage girls make edits of and post on tumblr. He took you on dates, but weirdly personal dates. Like he would take you on a picnic to a little hill by your house or that italian restaurant that was tucked away in the western corner of your town that you just loved. He took you on tour, when you could of course, and he always made sure he made time for you whenever he possibly could.
But it was all just… way too good to be true.
You considered yourself to be incredibly average. You didn’t have an extraordinary job, you were an architect. You had a pretty great job at a firm, which was amazing for your age and the fact you were a female but it was nothing compared to your chart topping pop star boyfriend. He was absolutely stunning, one of the most beautiful man you had ever seen in your whole life. His body was perfect, there was seemingly no flaws. Even the scar on his cheek he had gotten using his dad’s razor when he was younger that bothered him so much was the cutest thing ever. He was hot as all hell, girls wrote friggin sex fantasies about him online. You thought it was super weird, yeah sure, but still they existed. He was genuinely perfect in every single way and you were mediocre at best.
You didn’t consider yourself super hot, and you weren’t super tiny, which is apparently what everyone thought Shawn needed. Someone considerably shorter than him, and tiny overall. You weren’t that. You were shorter than him, sure but it was due to the fact that he was more of a tower than a man, but you weren’t super tiny. You didn’t look amazing in a bikini, you don’t wear a size extra small, and overall, you just didn’t think you were what Shawn deserved. He deserved the perfect girl, and you didn’t deserve him.
But, that was just what you thought, not what Shawn thought. When you met Shawn at gross little coffee shop in Texas, he thought you were absolutely radiating. He thought you were the prettiest thing he had ever seen, with your glowing caramel skin, and long deep ebony hair. He was dumbfounded by your beauty, how your body wasn’t one of a super model but you made it look absolutely lovely. What he loved most was that you had no idea how absolutely gorgeous you were. He hated seeing all of these admittedly stunning women at events and parties, who just know they are one of the most gorgeous human beings in the world. You were even more stunning than all of those girls he had ever seen combined, and you weren’t even aware.
He tells you ever since then he has been absolutely smitten. So in love with you, maybe even disgustingly in love with you. You just didn’t find it realistic. You didn’t find it realistic that this perfect human being saw you as an equally perfect human. You didn’t vocalize it too much, but he knew. He knew you felt insecure. Sure, he wasn’t sure of the extent of the fact, but he knew.
“C’mon honey, please? You haven’t sat in on Q&A in forever.” Shawn whined, trying to pull you off of the couch that you were firmly planted on in Shawn’s dressing room for the venue that night.
“I don’t like them, I feel uncomfortable. I’m not even semi ready. I’m wearing one of your sweatshirts and shorts. I can’t go, and I don’t want to.” You told him for what felt like the eightieth time in the past five minutes.Yet, he continued to try and pull you up. “Shawn, seriously I don’t want to.” You stated as monotone as you could physically could manage. You couldn’t show any weakness in a situation like this, he was the type to call of his Q&A to talk to you and make you feel better. You hated when he did that, you hated when he would put you before that kind of stuff, it made you feel like a controlling bitch, even though every single time he told you that it was his decision, not yours, and he is more than willing to tell anyone who asks that very thing.
“Honey, come on. They love you they always do.” Shawn knew he was lying right through his teeth. They never loved her. At best, they completely ignored her, which is what Shawn considered ‘love’ even though it was just not being a complete asshole.
“They literally never love me, Shawn. Last time a girl told me to hang myself with one of your broken guitar strings.” It was actually incredibly sad that you weren’t exaggerating, she had actually said that. She had used her question to ask if you could do that, which was the fucking saddest thing you’d ever heard.
“It won’t happen this time, I promise.” He let go of your hands, knowing for a fact that you wouldn’t be going with him. He looked at you with sad eyes, pulling his blue button up sleeves up to his elbows, his muscular forearms tensed up a bit and you felt a knot in your stomach.
“Shawn, they’re right.” You groaned, pulling yourself up and somehow dodging him, which was impressive since he was such a tall muscular guy. He scoffed a little, folding his arms as you started to pace around his dressing room, your socks picking up some static electricity as you dragged your feet across the carpet.
“If you’re saying you should hang yourself…” He chuckled, and you quickly whipped your body to face him, a glare on your face.
“No, Shawn. They are all right.” You started, pulling the ends of your hair that was up in a ponytail to your fingers, fiddling around with the ends of it. His arms dropped to his side and his head tilted to the side a little bit, a few of his curls falling into his eyes. He started to look sad, and he knew what you were about to say was going to break his heart. “I’m not good enough for you.” You whispered, looking down at your feet.
“The hell is that supposed to mean?” Shawn hissed, taking small careful steps towards you until he was only inches away from you.
“Shawn, I’m just not good enough for you. You’re fucking perfect, you’re the perfect man and I’m just…” You tried to think of the correct word to use but it just wasn’t coming to your brain. “me.” You sighed, looking up at him. You could feel his breath on your forehead, he was that close to you, yet you weren’t touching. His arms were shaking just a bit, so you could tell he wanted to pull you close and hold you badly but he was scared. You were glad he didn’t though, you may have started crying.
“Do I need to list every single thing that I love about you?” He simply stated, looking you straight in your eyes. You shook your head quickly, not wanting him to waste anymore time on your insecurity than he already has.
“No Shawn, it’s fine, i’ll get over myself, it’s ju-” He cut you off as he grabbed both of your hands.
“The way you smile, the way you laugh when I say something that isn’t even remotely funny, the way you get so passionate about those fucking blueprints for some class that I can’t even begin to understand, how you get so emotionally invested in those Grey’s Anatomy characters to the point of tears over the fact that Christina and Owen broke up, how you taught yourself piano because you wanted to be able to play while I sing, the way you smell like peaches every single day, how incredibly aware you are of social issues, how you literally went to a black lives matter protest on your birthday because you said that was the real important stuff, how the music on your phone literally only consists of my stuff, Taylor Swift, and Billy Joel-” You laughed a little, cutting him off.
“I also have the whole season one of Glee soundtrack.” You swung you and Shawn’s hands back and forth a little bit. It made your whole body feel warm and happy over the fact that he saw all of these little things about you and thought about how much he loved you. He noticed things more than your body and the way you moaned his name. He noticed all of those little things, those dumb things you had barely even thought about. “Shawn, I love you so much. I seriously do, and you mean everything to but I-” He took one of his hands and placed his pointer finger over your lips.
“But nothing.” He pulled you into a big bear hug, his arms wrapping completely around your body, making you feel like you were in a huge cocoon of love. You wrapped your arms around him, trying to make your hands meet so you can fully hug him back. “It doesn’t matter if I am a pop star or a dumpster diver or if you’re an architect or a screamo lead singer. It doesn’t matter, I love you and you love me. Literally, the only thing that matters. I don’t wanna hear anymore of this ‘not good enough’ shit, got it?” He stated, trying to sound somewhat powerful and dominant. He wasn’t always good at seeming dominant and scary.
“Got it?” He boomed, squeezing you just a little tired.
“Got it.” You grumbled, “I’m still not going to your Q&A”
author’s note// this was deadass just me going on about how hot shawn is also buy look what you made me do on itunes