yes a chest

anonymous asked:

YES to tall flat chested girls, i don't see them enough in anime ;_; tall girls can still be cute!

I got this ask like a month ago and forgot to answer it :(
But yeeeeessssss tall girls are very cute! And if she is also flat, my heart explodes ♥‿♥

can i just say something?

when I was a kid, I told my mom that I wanted to be an actress when I grew up. You know what she told me?

She said, “sure, but you’re going to have to do it in China. America won’t hire you if you’re Asian.”

And that was it for that dream. 

Of course, that was just a phase - one of many, one I would’ve gotten over anyway. But what she said stuck to me. You’re going to have to act in China, because America doesn’t hire Asians.

And if there’s anything I learned over these years, it’s that she was right. Asian-Americans don’t get to see ourselves on screen. We don’t get to read about our deeds. And we get pissed. We complain, we shout, and people dismiss us because, oh, “the Japanese are okay with Ghost in the Shell”, and “I’ve heard that mainland Chinese are perfectly fine with Iron Fist.” Well, great for them. This isn’t about them.

This is about us. Asian-Americans. Asian-Canadians. Asian-Australians. Asian hyphen something. And the Asians in Asia don’t understand - because they can’t. They’re surrounded by media portrayals of them. They never have to fight for representation because it’s always there. They have no idea what it’s like to live in a country that sees you as other, and then to have to go back to your home country, to have your parents tell you “this is you, this is your culture, your heritage” and you look upon the faces of your family and you see nothing of yourself in them. 

Asian-Americans are not the same as Asians who live in Asia. We live in a different culture. Our values, our beliefs, the experiences that shape our lives are separate. 

We want to see ourselves in western media because it’s what we grew up with. It’s what surrounds us. Sure, we can watch K-dramas and anime and Chinese/Taiwanese/Japanese/whatever dramas, and a lot of us do, but it’s still not us

We shouldn’t have to go watch Asian dramas just to see a part of us represented. We shouldn’t have to move to Asia just to be hired. 

We deserve to represent, and be represented, as ourselves.

100 Scurvy Pirate Prompts

Me amigos, ‘tis be ye cap'n @promptguy. Thank ye fer all th’ submissions. I translated some to be more scurvy pirate. 'tis might be th’ best list so far.

  1. “Which lovely booty ye be eyein’? th’ curvy wench’s or th’ shit-barnacles ye can’t spy wit’ ye eye in yon chest?”
  2. “oh me god! th’ boat be leakin’!” “No, that’s just bilge rum”
  3. Scribe 'bout a scurvy pirate that be scared 'o th’ ocean
  4. Ye discover that Prompt Guy be actually th’ Flyin’ Dutchman
  5. A pirate ship encounters sirens who use their song to lure them. th’ band 'o pirates give a go’ to escape but 'tis later revealed that th’ sirens don’t want sink them but join them
  6. 'tis ye first day on ship, 'n ye’re in learnin’. All th’ other members on board be experienced 'n professionals at their ship except 1. That one be ye “trainin’ laddie”… a child Jack Sparrow.
  7. “walk thee fuckin plank ye scallywag”
  8. Ye be th’ cap'n 'o a crew 'o Githyanki band 'o pirates, 'n ye be huntin’ ye quarry in th’ astral plane. th’ problem be, ye quarry consists 'o a ship full 'o illithids, or mind-flayers, who had previously enslaved ye kind wit’ their mental powers
  9. Ye got captured by band 'o pirates. be tellin’ a story on how ye end up becomin’ cap'n fer that scurvy pirate ship. Bonus points if ye scribe a way ye do it that dont murder anyone nor end up wit’ physical harm.
  10. Bin got a pair words fer ye scurvy dogs: “Shark Bait.”
  11. Poseidon, th’ God 'o th’ Sea, has chosen ye as his vessel. He whispers in ye mind, “by sea be th’ only way to travel.” ye embark on a journey, killin’ anybody who dares take an airplane or car.
  12. Ye’ve always thought that havin’ a peg leg’d be cool, but arh, the maintenaince yeh have to do to keep up yer cool appearance!
  13. “ye’re seriously makin’ me swim th’ plank again?!”
  14. A pirate cap'n goes on a mission to reclaim th’ pirate ship that was stolen from him 'n free his crew members from imprisonment
  15. Ye have traveled long 'n far in search 'o an infamous treasure that ye 'n ye crew have be searchin’ fer fer 16 years. Upon discoverin’ it, ye open th’ chest only to find a map leadin’ to another treasure. th’ value 'o friendship.
  16. They shout that treasures best be hidden on land. Yer cap'n be sayin’ they’re all lyin’. Yer cap'n be sayin’ th’ best place to be hidin’ treasure be in th’ heart 'o a storm.
  17. Ye ship be sunk, ye maties abandoned ye, but ye still have th’ gold… 'n spiced rum.
  18. Ye be kidnapped from ye home in th’ dead 'o nightfall 'n brought onto a ship wit’ a crew 'o 100 band 'o pirates. As ye look on in fear, they all bow below before ye. One 'o them introduces themselves as ye First Matey. ye be now their cap'n.
  19. Ye muster onboard a scurvy pirate ship, hopin’ to get some doubloons 'n th’ comradery ye sorely missed in th’ navy. But turns out th’ ship ye ended up on has a secret ye would never have guessed…
  20. A forbidden lust story between a sea cap'n 'n a siren he meets at sea.
  21. Ye’ve always wanted to be a scurvy pirate. ye even got ye chance when a fleet 'o them attacked ye town. th’ problem? ye’re a 'land-lubber’ 'n 'tis isn’t a nice world. ye’ll have to prove ye can handle bein’ a scurvy pirate just to make it out 'o th’ brig
  22. Ye’ve just taken control 'o a merchant ship only to find that th’ entire crew be more scared 'o th’ 4 year barnacle-covered girly offsprin’ 'o th’ wealthy tradesman ye’ve locked away. When she smiles, ye spy wit’ ye eye storms in her eyes - 'n then she laughs…
  23. Ye find a cursed treasure. When a piece 'o gold be spent it disappears. How do ye spend ye loot.
  24. “No women allowed on board!” says th’ cap'n. He finds out, one by one, that every member 'o his crew be a woman wit’ a fake beard.
  25. That scurvy scalawag Blackhearted Benton just stole yer ship wit’ all yer lovely booty! GET IT BACK!
  26. “Stop playin’ yer dratted cello, matey, 'n help me sword fight off Blackbeard!”
  27. Ye be th’ first astronaut to be sent to explore th’ galaxy. Suddenly, ye re stopped by space band 'o pirates, 'n be forced to choose between roamin’ aimlessly forever or joinin’ their crew.
  28. Ye got into th’ piratin’ business fer one reason - so ye can afford a ship in Malibu.
  29. “Remind me; if women be bad luck, why do we have a female cap'n?”
  30. Mermaid band 'o pirates. They find new islands 'n take down their enemies wit’ th’ help 'o sea creatures. Their ship be called “Poseidon”
  31. Band 'o pirates that set out to be villains accidentally return as jolly guys by screwin’ plans up
  32. Ye be a feared scurvy pirate who can control all th’ monsters roamin’ th’ seven seas, however ye worst enemy can control th’ oceans themselves.
  33. tell an entire tale in pirate talk, me hearty…
  34. Ye character just got accepted into MIT 'n be sailin’ towards th’ “scurvy pirate Certificate” (pistols, riflery, rowin’, fencin’.) wee do they be knowin’ that these courses be taught by actual band 'o pirates.
  35. An underground illegal racin’ rig has be started that involves scurvy pirate ships battlin’ though a rum track in a Need fer Speed style wit’ steampower-ups included
  36. Ye awaken on a scurvy pirate ship, last thin’ ye remember before 'tis was shoutin’ to a guy in th’ tavern at port. th’ cap'n had bought ye 'n ye be now sailin’ on th’ ship, what happens while ye be at sea?
  37. “HAND ME THAT MAP OR SO HELP ME I’LL CUT IT OFF YA HANDS!”
  38. You turn on the Pirate Speak in Minecraft under language options as a joke, but then ye start findin’ that yer land lubber mates in reality arrrre beginnin’ ta talk like ol’ sea dogs, and even tha signs ‘round yer town turn inta Pirate Speak. Soon a squaky bird takes to perchin’ on yer shoulder. Tha townsfolk begin ta ask fer yer okay on things o’ trivial matter. Yer first mate, who lost 'is leg years ago ta scurvy, suddenly had a peg 'stead of a prosthetic. Congrats, matey– yer tha cap'n of tha town
  39. “Arrrr! the hour to loot EA 'o their precious Sims lovely booty!!”
  40. 'tis not uncommon fer a scurvy pirate to loose a hand or a foot on his travels. ye 'n ye crew dig up a chest full 'o hands 'n feet.
  41. Ye swore on a loved one’s grave that ye would someday sail to th’ legendary Grand Arcada, an ocean which none have ever found. this day, ye awoke to find ye ship stolen from ye - 'n th’ strange people seem to be changin’ ye course…
  42. A pirate loses his scurvy pirate accent 'n has to go find a different ship because they don’t fit in anymore.
  43. Ye find an ancient treasure map, 'n indeed, under th’ “X” thar’s buried treasure. But what’s under th’ “Y” 'n “Z”?
  44. Ye cap'n has caught a deadly disease, 'n be on th’ verge 'o Davy Jones’ treasure chest. ye 'n ye crew decide to pull one last raid wit’ them. th’ big one.
  45. Th’ band 'o pirates 'n th’ vampires have come to together to stop th’ ultimate evil. How do ye defend yourself?
  46. Cap'n Gus has a secret, his magic beard grows more wild 'n tangled wit’ every wind it ensnares. Cuttin’ a hair causes a mild breeze, a lock 'o his beard unleashes a strong wind. Now, captured 'n condemned to execution, he asks if he could shave
  47. Ye be th’ cap'n 'o th’ most infamous scurvy pirate ship on th’ seven seven seas, ye 'n ye crew have be through pretty much everythin’ together. Currently ye be on th’ hunt fer mer-people, they fetch high prices on th’ black market fer their beauty. What ye crew dont be knowin’ however be that ye be a mer-person 'n ye 'n ye kind only have tails when ye peglegs get wet.ye’re in th’ middle 'o a bath in ye quarters when ye first matey bustles in to speak to ye 'bout th’ ship’s course.
  48. Ye be a notorious scurvy pirate. ye’ve always be able to outrun th’ navy, but 'tis the hour they’re gainin’ on ye. ye agree to make a deal wit’ one 'o th’ lesser captains. What do they shout to ye?
  49. Arr, ye main character be kidnapped by a scurvy pirate at sea! It turns out th’ sea isn’t what it seems to be when he throws ye overboard to die….
  50. Ye cap'n has be noticeably feelin’ down, how does one scurvy pirate cheer up their cap'n back to their jolly self?
  51. What do ye do wit’ a drunken sailer?
  52. Ye’re a pirate who’s totally new to th’ business 'o stealin’ treasure from authoritative figures 'n don’t really be knowin’ what ye’re doin’. Suddenly, a dragon shows up 'n offers to tutor ye in piracy. What next?
  53. “What be land? I have forgotten.”
  54. Ye’re an undercover employee 'o th’ british government onboard a pirate ship on 'tis way to an uncharted island. ye mission be to find out what th’ band 'o pirates be goin’ thar fer.
  55. A pirate wit’ a rubber duck hand instead 'o a rusted hook
  56. Lesbian pirate flirtin’ wit’ sirens
  57. Ye were sent by th’ British government to spy on a notorious cap'n. ye join his crew 'n climb up th’ ranks 'til ye become his first matey. A few days before ye be to betray him, he tells ye a secret that changes everythin’. What be it?
  58. Th’ cap'n has gone missin’ overnight. ye, a mere chef, be th’ only one who can manage to control th’ crew. ye need to find whar ye cap'n has gone to.
  59. She was they best cap'n to sail th’ sea’s. She was Black Beard.
  60. Band 'o pirates be pillagin’ ye village, lookin’ fer somethin’. What they’re lookin’ fer be a wee unorthodox
  61. Th’ year be th’ far future, 'n space travel has be achieved. th’ human race has be denied entry into th’ galactic federations set up hundreds 'o years before their time. So, instead, we become space band 'o pirates. All 'o us.
  62. All ye pirates be sufferin from th’ evil scurvy, no matter how much citrus or undercooked meat they brin’ on th’ poop deck. they shout yer crews favoured wi th’ devil, but wee do they be knowin’ ye’ve just found th’ third cure to th’ scurvy
  63. “fer th’ last the time, don’t be puttin’ me tattered eyepatch in th’ dryer!”
  64. Ye look almost exactly like th’ female version 'o ye twin brother. Unfortunately, ye twin brother just so happens to be th’ notorious cap'n 'o a pirate crew. One day, he be killed, 'n th’ crew asks ye to pretend to be him so as to continue
  65. Th’ mermaid they pulled from th’ ocean turns out to be a jolly fighter. Maybe too jolly. Sh just killed th’ cap'n.
  66. Ye got scurvy. How ya gonna hide it from th’ cap'n?
  67. Ye pirate ship be stuck in 5 O'clock traffic. Somehow.
  68. Ye’re a stowaway on th’ dreaded cap'n LongBeard’s ship, tryin’ to find out whar he hides his treasure. Only problem be, ye’ve gotten caught sneakin’ around below deck.
  69. Ye’re th’ only jolly scurvy pirate in ye crew. ye’ve be tryin’ to keep it a secret, but then ye ship happens to sail past a group 'o sirens…
  70. Ye command one 'o th’ fiercest scurvy pirate ships in th’ seven seas. Just th’ mention 'o ye crew sends fear into th’ hearts 'o men 'n women. th’ only thin’ be, ye’ve never stepped foot on a boat.
  71. Ye’ve be travelin’ th’ seven seas fer a while now. Nothin’ can stand in ye way; ye 'n ye crew be unstoppable. 'til one thin’ crossed ye paths. What be that one thin’ 'n how do ye overcome it?
  72. Ye be th’ toughest scurvy pirate around. ye won many fights, pillaged many towns, 'n plundered dozens 'o ships. nothin’ could stand in ye way to riches, not even- oh god be that a baby on ye ship? who brought a baby?
  73. Ye be sailin’ th’ seven seven seas when yer lovely booty grows peglegs 'n starts swimmin’ off. How do ya catch a swimmin’ treasure hoard?
  74. Ye be a sea cap'n. Suddenly, ye ship lifts into th’ air. ye’re bein’ raided by sky band 'o pirates!
  75. Due to men believin’ eatin’ fruit was too feminine, th’ seven seas be now ruled by female band 'o pirates who beat their weakened males counterparts. Now, ye’re at a parrrty drinkin’ ornge spiced juice wit’ th’ victors.
  76. All ye pirates knows only women be sailors. Can ye think 'o anythin’ more unlucky than to have a scurvy dog onboard a ship? Still, rumour has it that th’ fiercest scurvy pirate ship 'o them all has a only-male crew.
  77. Ye meet Sodomy McScurvyLegs 'n buy a fitness regime. It opens up a whole new seven seas fer ye, an endless sea 'o knowledge… 'bout lovely booty.
  78. Turns out 'tis eyepatch be cursed to ne'er come off! Too bad ye put it on t’ wrong eye!
  79. Yrr secret island has been made into a parking lot and is overrun by scurvy lawyers while you were pirating. How do you fight lawyers? Your treasure is under that asphalt.
  80. Th’ cap'n 'o a magical sailin’ pirate ship takes several orphans under her proverbial win’s as new crew members
  81. “I lost m'hand to a shark, but I lost me eye to…”
  82. A rollickin’ scurvy pirate adventure from th’ point 'o view 'o th’ ship’s sea monster: th’ cat
  83. A classic pirate adventure wit’ a cursed object. Part 'o th’ curse be that th’ scurvy pirate cap'n 'n crew can never leave th’ ship 'n must come up wit’ creative ways to plunder, pillage, 'n eventually break th’ curse.
  84. Cuddle band 'o pirates- th’ fluffiest, snuggliest scurvy pirate crew ye can imagine, inexplicably survivin’ through skill 'n pluck in a grimdark hyper-edgy universe, rebellin’ against th’ grim 'n gritty status quo wit’ unflinchin’ optimism 'n hugs.
  85. “How th’ muck did ye get onto me ship 'n why be ye naked”
  86. “So ye meanin’ to be tellin’ me th’ map, which ye bought off a street vendor at Ivery Island, be an authentic map that leads to a literal buried treasure. scurvy dog, speak 'bout cliche.”
  87. Ye be highly disappointed when ye discover that th’ famous deadly 'Kraken’ be actually just a nutcracker.
  88. Two pirates travel th’ seven seas lookin’ fer lovely booty, but it turns out all they really want be each others lovely booty
  89. Ye finally come home from a year at sea 'n have to explain to ye main wench how ye got syphillis
  90. A scurvy pirate find th’ greatest treasure to be had: an island covered in lovely booty.
  91. Ye’re a pirate explorin’ uncharted waters when suddenly a giant hand made out 'o rum rises out 'o th’ ocean holdin’ a small baby wrapped in seaweed. th’ hand places th’ younglin’ on th’ deck 'o ye ship 'n disappears back into th’ depths. ye now have a child 'n a lot 'o questions.
  92. captains, greedy 'n tough 'n mean. But th’ strange thin’ 'bout him be that he wears a metal mask, 'n no one in th’ crew has ever seen him without it. One nightfall, ye resolve to spy wit’ ye eye th’ cap'n’s real face, so ye sneak into his cabin 'n sneak a peek 'o him sans mask. 'n what ye spy wit’ ye eye makes it clear to ye why ye cap'n would hide his face.
  93. Perhaps givin’ band 'o pirates Google Maps wasn’t th’..best idea
  94. Ye somehow became a pirate cap'n. One problem - ye be knowin’ nothin’ 'bout navigation…or ships…or fightin’ in general. But ye look well in a pirate coat 'n a hat, so thar be that.
  95. Ye’ve be captured by pirates, 'n thrown in th’ brig. th’ cap'n’s trusty parrot flies in, 'n says he can help ye escape.
  96. “Matey, yer lovely booty be th’ only one I be diggin’ fer t'night.”
  97. Ye’ve found pirate treasure by sheer dumb luck, but now th’ ghost 'o th’ lady pirate it belonged to be hauntin’ ye. 'n if that wasn’t that be all you can take, she’s got a crush on ye.
  98. Yer on a boat when suddenely yer First Mate throws 'imself over with no apparent reason. You dive in after him and find a grotto. What’s beyond it?
  99. Ye be that one guy on th’ ship that can swim. Somethin’ has jammed th’ rudder, stoppin’ th’ ship from makin’ it to port.
  100. Pretend ye’re a pirate 'n ye’ve just buried ye treasure. Draw a map 'n scribe below detailed instructions on how to find it again.

What prompt do ye like th’ most? Reblog if ye be a true scurvy pirate.

Close enough

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Pairing: Jimin X reader

Fandom: BTS

Request:  Hey could you please do an imagine where the reader and jimin are fighting and he says that he hates that she’s really clingy and he hates when she ‘steals’ his clothes and that hurts you but you didn’t show it and then you guys make up but you still thought about what he said so you stopped being clingy and stopped wearing his clothes and doesn’t realize at first but when does, he feels really bad and sad bc he loves when u are clingy and loves when you wear his clothes.

Originally posted by kths

Your eyes followed your boyfriend’s annoyed figure as he paced around the room. Today must have been really stressful for him because since he came through the door he’s been nothing but on edge. A small thought in the back of your head told you not to pick a fight with him but another part of you knew that you didn’t need to be treated rudely because of something that effected him at work. 

“Fine. Look, I’m sorry….Let’s just drop it..” You told him, sitting back on the bed. 

Jimin stopped in his tracks, looking back at you.

“Drop it? Y/N this might not be a big deal to you but this isn’t something I’m just going to drop!”

You grew silent as you heard his voice raise towards you. He groaned, bringing his hands up to his face. 

“All I’m saying is I can’t have you texting me all the time. I already got scolded once for responding during a meeting and I really don’t need to be on my boss’ bad side right now. It’s just- too much…Sometimes I feel like you’re always trying to talk to me about something and I need personal space. I don’t get why that’s so hard for you to grasp..” He mumbled.

“I just missed you. I didn’t think it was a big deal-”

“You didn’t think. That’s my point.”

You tilted your head, giving him a direct look. 

“What the hell is your problem today? I already said I was sorry..”

Jimin sat down on the bed. 

“There’s just so much going on right now and I just don’t need you always on me. Maybe we should take a break or something.” 

Your eyes widened at the words you feared most besides, “I think we should break up”. 

“You can’t be serious-”

You hand extended to hold onto your boyfriend’s arm but Jimin pulled his own away. 

“I can’t do this right now. I can’t hear about how much I’m away from you, I can’t deal with you always stealing my clothes, or waiting for me to come home, or making jokes about me leaving you all the time. I’m tired of you being so clingy!”

The tears you were holding back started to well up on your eyes until your vision became blurred. You hadn’t realized how he really felt about all of this. You had just assumed that all those times you were missing him that he was feeling the exact same way. You stood up from the bed, sliding the hoodie of his that you were wearing and threw it onto the ground. 

“Fine! I won’t be!” 

Seeing you cry must have really hit a nerve in him because before you were able to head out of the door he stood up in front of you. He held you against his chest even as you tried to push him away. 

“Wait. I didn’t mean it about the break thing. This went way too far and I crossed the line. I wasn’t trying to make you cry, I just got upset over nothing.”

He looked down at you but you avoided looking up at him as your head was now resting on his chest. He could feel your head move every time you sniffled, just giving him even more guilt.

“This isn’t really about you texting me too much. I think the lack of sleep and over working is just getting to me…I’m really sorry. I’m taking this out on you when it’s not even your fault.” 

You felt his warm hands come up to your cheeks as he leaned your head up to face him. 

“I’m so sorry…” He whispered. 

Jimin used his sleeve as an attempt to wipe your tears off and by the look in his eyes you could tell he really meant what he was saying. You knew this sort of stuff was hard on him but you wish he wouldn’t hold it all in until he explodes all the time. Nonetheless you accept your boyfriend’s apology by giving him a nod.

“Seriously. If I ever do something like this again I really wouldn’t blame you for leaving me.”

The worried expression on his face made you crack.

“I get it.” You let out.

Jimin gave you a light kiss on top of your forehead.

“Should we get ready to go out for dinner then? It’s on me.” He said in a convincing tone.

Seeing the puppy eyes he was giving you, you gave in instantly.

“Alright.” You smiled, running off to get dressed.

Ever since that one fight things seemed a little off between the two of you. He would do things that made you think he was still trying to make up for that one day and even though it still bothered you, you wish he would just let it go. You tried to be empathetic but you didn’t want him to keep doing things just to keep you happy. You wanted things to just be normal so you decided that maybe it wasn’t all just because of work. Maybe he actually wanted space and was afraid to come to terms with it and tell you. From now on you didn’t send him good morning texts at work, no checking up on him, no telling him that you miss him or think about him, no more wearing his clothes because their comfortable or smell like him, no more waiting for him to come home in the living room, and no more random I love you’s.

Jimin also was taking notice of the new changes between you both. He was, in fact, trying to do things to make up for what happened because of how bad he felt. He’d bring home presents, take you out, try to text you more often, and just overall praise you whenever you were around. The problem was he couldn’t help but think you were mad at him still since you started to distance yourself. That is until he realized the things he spewed off during the fight between you. He wondered if you were distancing yourself because of what he said despite him not meaning it. Jimin loved coming home to finding you waiting for him or surprising him with how much you loved him. He missed seeing you wake up wearing his shirt from last night or stealing a hoodie or two from his closet. He never really noticed how much he loved those things about you until they were gone. It was starting to drive him crazy.

As you’re sitting on the couch on your laptop you hear him come home, shutting the door in a rush. You pretend to be uninterested, just scrolling through your dashboard but you hear him walk all the ways over to you. As his figure shadows over you, you look up at him.

“You’re home-“

“I can’t do this anymore. I don’t know what I can do to take all of what I said back but I want to. I miss you like crazy and god, I love you so much, you know that? There isn’t a second that I’m not thinking about you and there’s not a second that goes by that I’m not reminded of you. I want you to take wear my stuff until it smells like you, I want you to text me during work to tell me what you can’t wait to do until I’m home, I want you to just-…I want you to love me like you did before.”

Speechless you sit up from your seat to face him properly as you push aside the laptop in your lap. You hadn’t expected him to come home like this nor did you think you were the one doing the wrong thing. You thought you were just doing what he wanted but there was a hidden guilty pleasure from hearing him admit how much he needs you.  You decided to just tease him a little bit more.

“Hmm, I don’t know. It’s just not really my thing anymore and I think you were right. Somethings are just better left unsaid. I mean you already know I love you, why would I need to tell you that daily?”

Jimin groaned, pouting like a child.

“Y/N…”

You crossed your arms across your chest.

“Yes, Jiminie?”

Without warning you feel him cup your face like before but instead of wiping your tears you felt the familiar feeling of his soft, full lips being pressed up against yours. He took 5 long seconds to completely make you feel as if you were going to melt in your seat just from one kiss. As he pulled away from you, you saw the glimpse of seriousness in his eyes.

“I miss you. Please….just forgive me this once?”

Damn it. For once you thought you had the upper hand but his dumb cute face and amazing lips had won you over again.

“Fine but you have to say it first today.”

Jimin let out a small laugh.

“I love you, Y/N.”

If something is your passion, listen to your heart. If it’s what you love more than anything else, don’t stop doing it for anybody. 

itybitynovak  asked:

Can you please write an imagine where the reader has had just a really bad day and they come home to Harry and just lots of fluff and cuddles please? Thank you, love :)

First, I’m sorry this took so long to get too.. precisely why I’m terrible with requests. Second, I changed the idea just a bit, but it works out all the same, I think. x

Also the cut on this one is at the top  because the photo I used *can* be considered NSFW. So- proceed with caution, lol. 

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Imagine : Being Hope Mikaelson’s Twin and Kol blames the Family for constantly ignoring you (part 3)

I AM STILL CRYING ABOUT LOOSING THIS DAMN PART. SWEAR SOMEONE SAY SOMETHING BAD ABOUT THIS PART I WILL STOP WRITING THIS SERIES


Part 2 :  http://nightgirl250.tumblr.com/post/154484517050/imagine-being-hope-mikaelsons-twin-and-kol


Part 1 : http://nightgirl250.tumblr.com/post/153920428680/imagine-being-hope-mikaelsons-twin-and-kol?is_related_post=1



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Young!Reader x Uncle!Kol, Young!Reader x Father!Klaus, Young!Reader x Uncle!Elijah





I took a deep breath as the cold air pricked my skin. * why is it so fucking cold *. I pull my jacket closer to my body as the wind blows down the school hallway. “Hurry up Y/n,” my friends Jason and Kara say waiting for me at the gym door. We were heading to the gym since we have to go talk to our gym coach about the pacer test along with meet Hope. ^ Whoopee!^


“Slow down guys remember crouches,” I say tilting my head to the crutches in my hands. “Sorry Black Canary,” says Jason using my nicknames while scratching the back of his head as I finally catch up with them. “It’s fine to let’s just go before lunch ends I am hungry,” I said as we head into the gym when I remembered my plan. I still need to give Jason and Kara the goodbye letters. *Oh yeah soon I won’t see them for as long as they think we will. At least now I won’t be able to bother them anymore. Jason won’t have to wait for me at the end of the street so we could talk. And he could go out with Hope like he wanted to. Kara would have less competition when it comes to ballet tryouts. I am doing them a solid they don’t need to baby me anymore. No one will not even myself* I thought. *The voices will stop no more looking at the knife, in lust. Or wanting to kill someone, along with dreams of torture*. ^Yeah honey like we said your end is the end^. I felt like screaming as the Voice poisonous sound rings through me.


“Hey are you ok, ” asks Kara. “Yeah don’t worry about it I am just thinking about something,”.^More like hearing something, but don’t worry it will end soon just remember the goodbye^.

“Hey if you guys don’t see me for a while, remember that I love you guys ok, “I said not looking at them to see their faces.

“What do you mean are you going somewhere ?” Said Kara frantic, she was always caring for me but if you annoy her too long she will fight you in a heartbeat. “No nothing major just you know visiting some family for a while, ” I said as Jason goes to talk to out gym coach for us while we talk. ^family on the other side^

“But why all your family lives in New Orleans?”She asked. “No not all of them I have am Aunt who lives in Maryland,”I lie.^Ooohh lying you your best friend when you know it’s your last time to see her how pityful^

“How long is a while? Wait are you sure cause Hop–”


“Look it doesn’t matter what Hope says or doesn’t I am nor Hope nor will I ever be.  I am just going away for some time and to answer your how long question. I am not sure but I will come back ok?” I lie. *Thou I hate lying to them it is necessary for their own good. She doesn’t need to know, I am just a burden her parents don’t even like me as they prefer Hope. Once again Hope wins The Voices in my head win. But soon it won’t matter I am ending this soon maybe in the next life I will be happier. *


“Plus I am going cause of family issues something happened with Hope and they think it’s best I go away for a while. just for two weeks,“ I said then took out her letter. ” Here in two days open this letter if I don’t tell you everything that’s going on OK? But you gotta promise me that you won’t tell Jason, I will tell him later on in the day okay.“ She nodded. I wanted to tell her more. Tell her everything but I knew if I did then she would try to convince me not too which wouldn’t help anyone.


“Hey,” said Jason poking my cheek and breaking me from my thoughts. “Huh,” I turn to face then but both of then have confusion written on their face.“Sorry just thinking of when we are going for the trip,” I said acting excited.


“Are you sure?” said Kara death staring me in the eyes and poking my chest. “Yes, Kara I am 100% sure now stop poking me,” I said moving away from her so she nor Jason can poke me. Jason frowns while Kara fake cries. “Oh hey guys,” said Hope as she joins us. We haven’t talked ever since she came into my room last week, which I am grateful for but sadly she decided to hang out with Kara, and Jason. I don’t get how someone can be so fake. She acts like we never had a problem with each other in the first place.*^I do it’s just like how you’re being fake about killing yourself^ Ignoring the voice to best I can I focus on what it in front of me. Jason and Kara are laughing at some joke Hope said. *Jason, kara I am going to miss you two so much but this is for your own good you guys can’t be doing this to you guys, pulling you into my life no point punishing you guys for my sins and mistakes.* I thought.^Yet here you are still in their lives hurry up ^ 


“Yeah I  just a lot on my mind,” I said leaning onto him. Jason, Kara and I always had this kind of relationship. Always caring and supporting each other.  *It doesn’t matter now does it. It’s too later be thinking about that, not like things will get better or something.* I thought as we were about to enter the cafeteria when Kara was called for early dismissal.^finally your thinking like me so why don’t you finish it ^ I felt like another person was in the room whispering this in my ears, but guess what I am falling for it.

I pull Kara in for a hug, not a side hug like I normally do but a full one. I take in her scent as she wraps her arms around me. She smells like strawberries and banana. I felt happy in her arms as her body heat radiates onto me.I felt at peace, nothing could make me mad, or want to cry, the bad thoughts went away. I was at peace and happy, but like all good stuff, it must come to an end  "See you tomorrow,“ she said as we let go then ran off. I felt tears prick my eyes. “Come Canary time food,” Jason puts his arm around me as we went over to the lunch line.^Yeah get your last meal before you pass^ said Voice, might as well give it a name since it will with me till my end.


——————————-Time skip bros end of the school day ———————


I took a deep breath as I walk over to the outside bench with Jason, my crush, behind me. “Hey, are you OK?” He said as he places our stuff down and takes a seat. “ Yeah Just haven’t been getting the best sleep,” I sorta lie.^liar liar death on fire ^


The truth is that I try not to sleep at all and use coffee creamer to stay up planning my end and writing my goodbye letters. Half of my goodbyes are finished. And I already choose the outfit I am going to wear. Just cause I am going to die doesn’t mean I cannot be happy as I do it. But mostly it’s because at night I have nightmares and I wake up screaming which annoys the living hell out of everyone at home, one way to not annoy them is to not sleep ya know.


“So when do you want me to come over for Ms.Greene’s. Project ?”

“Oh right about that—”. ^You can’t cause I am going to kill myself ^ I shake my head trying to get those word out of my head.


“Let me guess I can’t cause of family issues and you cannot come to my house cause Your not allowed out the house for reasons your not telling me,” he said. I felt guilty for leaving him hanging so much lately. We have been best friends since pre-k. We used to play with the building blocks as Marcel would take us to the playground. I sigh as Jason rubs the back of his neck.”What is up with you ever since Kara and I have been hanging out with Hope and you got your leg hurt you have just been so distant


“Look Jason I know I normally tell you everything but honestly. I think I just need some space,” I said. I grew cold with every word I said to him. I am not sure if it was because of the cold but I knew it was most likely for the best. ^You’re going to die soon don’t make it harder for us ^ said Voice in my head.


“So are you still gonna come to my basketball game today after school right?” His eyes lighted. I  wanted to yes so I can see crush the  other team.“ No, I won’t I got to head to the Quarter house,” I said to him. His smile disappears from his face.


“B-but you always come to them so we can have Ice cream,” I take a deep breath .*I wish we could do that forever * I thought as I took his hand in mine  "Look Jason I know we always do that but I can’t this time —“


“Ahh  Y/n there you are.  ” I said Uncle Elijah and Hope. I quickly let go of Jason’s hand and put my hands on my crutches. * shoot I forgot Uncle Elijah was picking me and Hoe I mean Hope up* I thought as Jason picks up his books. I opened my mouth to talk him but he was already walking away. “I will finish Ms.Greene’s  project on my own. let you have some Space,” he spat out the words like daggers then disappeared in the distance between us.


I place my stuff in my backpack, slipped it on and went to Uncle Elijah and Hope beginning our trek to the house.


I pull out my iPod and headphones and start listening to ‘work out’ by j cole. He is one of Jason and I favorite singers. We walked together for thirty-five minutes before Uncle Elijah actually talks to me. Hope is on Uncle Elijah back since she got tired ten minutes ago from walking.

*honestly Uncle Elijah the Little shit can walk on her own  * I thought and continued walking thinking about Jason and I’s relationship if still even have one after today. ^what is there to think about it’s over and you ruined it ^ I felt my heart churn at her voice. *shut it voice*

———————————————————————————————————————-

It’s been two hours since we got home and so far, it’s just been Mom and sperm donner yelling at each other about something that is most likely about Hope or some ‘new enemy ’. I sigh as hear another vase slams my door again. *Uncle Elijah going to yell * I thought. At first, when they occurred I was scared out of my mind, but now I am used to it it doesn’t matter.


^Honestly, what is there for me to worry about. I am not gonna be here in the future so I am fine Right? Why don’t you just pick up a knife and slit your throat no one will notice your dead until the deed is done^. I hugged my pillow closer to my chest and pushed the hollow feeling into the back of my mind. I found these thoughts popping up in my head more often lately. Maybe it was bound to happen you know. ^So what are you gonna go^ said the voice.  

I get off of my bed and walk over to my closet, get into my good bye clothes (https://www.polyvore.com/my_good_bye/set?id=215314515), my wonder woman hat on top. I grab my birthday money and Uncle Elijah old phone which he let me have, doesn’t have a sim card but it still works, and the directions to place. I grab the rest of the letters I need to give and put them in my backpack. “Now the major problem getting out of this house,” I said until it finally hit me.


 I took off all of my bed sheets, which were a lot by the way, off from the bed then threw them out the window. I placed them in a way that they fall one on top of another. I took the pillow cases off of my pillows and threw them down as well. I tossed out my crutches. *I Hope I survive * I thought as I balance standing on the edge of the window. I pull the pillows to my chest and do the leap of faith from assassin’s creed, but it was kinda hard to do with my hurt leg. I groan as I hit the ground even though I made a pile it still hurt. I grabbed my crutches and struggled to get off of the blankets. Once that was over, head straight for Rousseau (Marcel and Cami’s bar). By the time I got there Cami’s shift was hadn’t begun yet thankfully. The room was full of people. I was about to take a seat when ” Y/n what are you doing here,“ said Marcel after I nearly have a heart attack. Thou would kill me it’s not the way I want to go.


 “Oh hey Marcel, how are you?” I said giving him a fake smile but I knew he wasn’t falling for it.“Nice try Y/n ” he said as we take a seat at a nearby table. “So mind telling me what you are doing here?” “I wanted to give this to you,” I said taking out the letters for him and Cami. “They are thank you letters for you and Cami. I wasn’t able to give Jason his either so can you give it to him? ,” I place them onto the table and slide it over to him. “I was hoping to see both of you here. but since Cami isn’t here can you please give this to her?” I query.


 He nods his head and takes the letters. I fight the tears and smile that threaten to break my heartless facade, but I couldn’t help but smirk at knowing those who I truly care about knowing how I feel about them. But as soon as it came it went.“So mind telling me what you are doing giving this to me,” he asked. *Oh Uncle Marcel even thou I didn’t say it a lot to you ‘I love you ’ you may not be blood but you are no water* I thought as I give him a smile. “No Uncle Marcel just a simple thank you letter were supposed to write and deliver one to those who you love,” I said getting up from the table and left Rousseau, leaving Marcel alone looking at the letters.


 _________________________time skip arrival death place_______________




“Finally” passing the entrance of the local indoor pool. No one was here other than me. I passed the locker area and went to the pool. *Huh the little shit is about to do it finally. Thought you were gonna plague the world some more. I don’t see why you are here still you made it this far let’s do it shall we* I wanted to fight the voice but I knew it was no choice. The reason I chose the pool was because of it the one place that no one would look for me. 


When I was young Jason and I would come here with Cassandra Winchester sometimes we all would just play on the not deep side of the pool, but we stopped once she left for a mission and never came back. I highly doubt Jason even remembers this place. No one else knows about this place since I never told anyone about it. The light from the water light up the entire room so it wasn’t dark. I didn’t take off my shoes or jewelry since they all had meant something to me. I walk over to the deep side of the pool that was 7ft. “Goodbye life,” I said then dropped into the water. 


The cold temperature pricked my skin but I didn’t let it bother me as I sank to the bottom. My vision was blurry but I wasn’t sure whether it was because of the water or lack of oxygen. I felt my body slowly sink close to the pools floor*Finally this is it. You free now you don’t have to burden others with your presence.* I thought as black spots blur my vision. I suddenly felt more tired than usual. *maybe a good rest* I slowly close my eyes and release the all the air in my lungs as darkness kills me.

_________Third POV at home_______________time past____________ _____________________________________________________________


No one notices how Y/n has jumped from her bedroom window over Klaus’s screaming. Kol rolls his eyes as his brother talks about how high and mighty he now that he is a hybrid. “Dear Brother Niklaus might you please stop screaming before Hope wakes up,” said Elijah Pouring himself a drink of whiskey. “Klaus opens his mouth to say more but nothing comes out. He storms out of the house slamming the door in his rage making Hope stir in her sleep. “Well that was dramatic,” said Hayley walking into the living room with a tea in her hand. “Has anyone ever told you that is how this family works,” said Cami sitting down next to her. “Cami doesn’t your shift start soon,” said Elijah, Cami chokes on her drink then runs out the room to get to work.


 “Mommmmyyyy!!!!!!” Screamed Hope, the Originals immediately run to her side. She was inside her sister’s room with a letter in her hand. Tears ran down her cheeks as Hayley comforts her child. “Hope what’s wrong?“Said, Elijah, while taking the letter out of her hands. He nearly passes out from what he reads.“There is one in everyone’s room” Hope stuttered holding onto her mother. Elijah hands the letter to Kol, who just stared dead at the letter noticing Y/n’s handwriting, Elijah walks out the room and quickly collects all the other letters.


 “Hope what happened?” said Kol trying not to be angry after reading Hope’s letter.


“Y/n is committing suicide,” she said.


 Everyone froze upon hearing this. That one of their loved ones was willing to take their own life and no one knew why or how she would scream in her pillow at night or how she tried not to sleep til the point she naturally has insomnia. “Why would she do that?” Asked Freya. 


“Why wouldn’t she, you always favor Hope more than her. You didn’t even notice that she was kidnapped,” said Kol glaring at him family “Brother do we—” “STOP BLOODY LYING. DO YOU EVEN REMEMBER HER MIDDLE NAME OR THE LAST TIME YOU LET HER CHOOSE FOR HER BIRTHDAY,” screamed Kol. “You ignore her cause she is human. Cause she isn’t as powerful as Hope. Yet you forget that you were once the same as her but at least we had someone who noticed and cared at least we had each other,” said Kol. “Rebekah,” he said pointing to her “ you have been begging for a human in this family and when we finally have one you ignore the girl”. Rebekah opens her mouth but no words come out. 


“Aaahh and the mother,” he said turning to Hayley. “You wondered about how you treated both of them so badly, but guess what you did even worse you only cared for one,” he spats. Hayley glares at Kol but knows deep down is words are completely right. She never once thought about what Y/n would want to do for her birthday or how she would drink coffee in the morning. “You people may not care for her but I do and I won’t let you people be the reason of her death,” said Kol, storming out the house. Everyone one froze upon hearing these words. The thought of Y/n finally ringing in their heads. Hope dries her her eyes and pulls her mom into a hug. 


The despair was too great that you could cut it with a knife. “I will begin a locator spell,” Freya walks out the door with Y/n’s necklace to begin the spell. Rebekah follows silently out of the house. “Elijah w–"Hayley opens her mouth to ask him a question when she already knows the answer. ‘Was Y/n ever treated like Hope’. They all knew the answer is ‘No’. “ Hope honey its time for bed, ” said Hayley.“ Uncle Elijah will look for Y/n and by tomorrow we will have her back I promise she will be back alive,” Hayley pulls hee daughter in for a hug, Elijah leaves the room but not after placing all the remaining letters on Y/n’s desk before leaving. Hope nods her head and gets ready for bed by herself for the first time in her life. Her mother asked if she needed help, but she denied it and continued on her own. "Mommy you should go find Y/n I will be fine,” Hayley nods and follows her request and leaves the house.

My arm is getting bigger, or something?

i forgot how much i really loved this book 

Game’s on!

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

Imagine: Klaus gets super jealous over you and you decide to punish, in a very hot way, him for almost murdering your best friend Stefan.

*requested

*smut, so read carefully

Word Count: 1577

“I’m sick of this, Klaus!” You yelled, the anger spreading through your every cell. “You treat me like I’m your property, like I am a fucking toy. Get this into your head: I’m not!”

“Y/N…”

“Wait, I’m not finished yet! You have no right to hurt my friends because you’re jealous.”

“You have no right to seduce your friends to win a bloody argument!”

The fight he had brought up started a week ago, when you went to a party alongside Elena, Bonnie and Caroline. It was at Whitmore College, you were still settling and getting used to being away from Mystic Falls. And, surely, from your boyfriend as well. The blonde thought it would be a good idea, to get out and have some fun. She did not let you say no to it.

Hours later you were there, the music was loud and people were drunk, an extremely perfect inviroment to unwind a little. Your mind was so heavy, missing Klaus, worrying about Silas… Sometimes you felt like you could not handle this much pressure. That was when Stefan showed up, he wanted to check if everything was okay. You were all alone, since Caroline disappeared with a guy named Jesse and Damon stole Elena away. The younger Salvatore and you ended up talking, which lead to you pouring your heart out to him. Both of you were very good friends and doing that felt good. He placed his arm around your shoulders and you let your head fall against his chest. It was a very bad time to do that, though, because Klaus had just arrived looking for you. He went nuts about it and almost ripped your best friend’s heart out. God, you felt so angry at him. And now, after he spotted you with Michael, a college friend, he started with that crap again.

“I wasn’t seducing anyone! Iwas just talking, like normal people do.”

“You were touching him and smiling. The smile that gets me crazy over you! I can’t picture the idea of you using that smile with other guys, they might fall for you and…”

“Sit!“ You raised an eyebrow and pushed him to your bed. “Now listen to me: I love you and there’s no other man in this world who can make me feel like you do. Got it?”

He grinned and allowed his right hand to rest on your waist.

“God, you’re sexy when you’re all bossy, love.”

“I’m just trying to make you understand, but I honestly think you deserve a punishment for making me so mad.”

“Well, I can’t disagree with you. What do you have in mind to make your powerful boyfriend suffer?”

“First, lie down.” Klaus looked at you, the smirk still on his face. “I said: lie down! Right now!”

You pushed him harshly and he fell on his back, glancing at you with expectation. 

“Now, rule number one: you are not allowed to touch me. Just watch.”

The Mikaelson nodded, agreeing with your terms. You put a soft song to play and started to sway your hips, lightly, looking directly at him. Slowly, you unbuttoned your shirt, rubbing your hands through your body. Finally, you ran out of buttons and showed the black lacy bra you had on. Klaus tightened in the bed, motioning to stand up. You knew he was tempted, but, at the same time, you wanted him to beg. Beg for your sex.

“I remember saying for you lie down! Now I have to tie you up.”

“But…”

“Shush! Don’t say a word until I say so.”

Your lips hovered over his, your noses brushed each other, but you did not kiss him. He grunted when you backed away, leaving his wrists tied up with your shirt and giggling. His eyes followed your every movement, especially when you took off your skirt, revealing a sexy black thong, matching your bra. Klaus loved to see you wearing lingerie sets and you would not waste an opportunity to drive him over the edge. 

“Y/N, this is not funny! Look how hard you got me!”

“Tsk, your commander did not allowed you to say anything yet.” You slip off from your underpants and gently rubbed it against his nose. “Can you smell my arousal, honey? Oh well, I know you do. Still, be aware that you will not taste it. At least not now.”

“Love, I don’t believe this is a fair game.”

“You agreed to play, though. Live up to your promise and I assure you’ll end up satisfied.”

“Next time we play this, I’m in charge. I’m a bloody alpha, not any mutt you can boss around.”

“Keep talking like that and you’ll end up with no pussy today. And mine is, oh, all juicy.”

You laughed as you heard him growl. Klaus had a short temper and, heck, you enjoyed so much to play with his feelings. Biting your lower lip, you touched your clit, tracing figure eights on it. Your boyfriend’s eyes widened as you sat in front of him, still rubbing the soft nub. The other hand grabbed a boob and you realised you were still wearing a bra. You pushed it down a little, stroking your nipple and letting out girlish moans.

“This feels so fucking good, oh…”

“Y/N, if you don’t sit on my face right now so I can help you with that… Fuck, I don’t know what I’m going to do to you.”

“I guess you already know, sweetie.” You smiled, sticking your wet fingers inside his mouth. “Only you can make me get like this. Look at the sheets, all dirty with my juices…”

“I’m going crazy over here. My dick is so hard for you, babe, help me out a little.”

“Oh, my poor Nik. I’m going to give you treat. Tell me, do you want me to suck your cock or ride it?”

“Is this a trick question?” His blue eyes looked at you so deeply, you almost felt your skin burn. “I want to feel your pretty pussy clenching around my thick cock.”

You sighed, nodding and taking off his trousers and tearing up his shirt, leaving only his blue boxers on. His hard length could be seen miles away and you almost felt sorry for him, it was probably hurting a lot. Klaus’ body was claiming to feel your soft hands and, without hesitation, you went for it, pumping softly his dick and hearing his groans fill the room.

“You’ll be so screwed when this game is over.”

“Is fair when you do it, but no when I’m in charge?” You questioned him, finally sinking down on his dick. The Mikaelson closed his eyes whilst you moaned. "Niklaus Mikaelson, you need boundaries. Someone to put on your place. No Elijah, no Mikael. Me! I’m the one who’s going to set you straight.“

It was the breaking point to the man under you, he tore the shirt locking his wrists and grasped your butt, slapping it and increasing the movements’ velocity. Next morning you could bet you would be sore.

Fuck, Klaus!“ You reached your clit, stroking it.

"You love my cock inside your pretty pink pussy, don’t you?”

You hummed, nodding, unable to answer properly, and digging your nails on his chest. The only sound echoing was of your hips clapping and the strangled noises both of you were making. His large hands cupped your breasts, stroking gently your nipples. You did not think it was possible to feel this amount of pleasure.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck…” You squeaked, heavy breathing and punching his chest. “I’m going to fucking cum around you!”

“Come on, kitten, show me what you got.”

You took a deep breath, the numbing feeling starting to crawl up your body. By this point, it was not about dominating him anymore, you just wanted the tension built up on your stomach released. Klaus angled his hips, finding a sweet spot inside you, which made you huff and grunt.

At last, since your body could not withstand any more of that pressure, you felt your mind levitate. Your toes curled up and you clutched his hair tightly, almost ripping a lock off. Klaus came right afterwards, in hot spurts inside of you and squeezing your waist so strongly you knew it would leave a bruise behind. When the thrilling sensation left, you smiled, satisfied and cuddled on his chest, his unique scent invading your nostrils.

“You’re such a complicated person, Y/N.”

“I am?” You did not look at him, just kept drawing imaginary figures on his chest. 

“Yes, even though that is exactly why I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart. However, don’t think that means I’m not angry with for you trying to kill my friends.”

“I’m truly sorry, love, I just… I’m scared one day I might lose you.”

You shook your head, giggling.

“I’m really upset you didn’t realise, by now, you’re stuck with me forever. Well, forever if one day you decide to turn me.”

“That’s up only to you, darling.”

Y/N Y/L/N!” Caroline cried, covering her eyes. “What did we agreed about bringing boys in?”

Ops?”

“Oh, come on!”

“Give us a minute and we’ll fix everything.”

Klaus and you laughed at the blonde, leaving the bed and getting dressed. You sighed, getting lost on your boyfriend putting on his trousers. He raised his eyesight, staring at you and making you blush.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t be able to leave.”

“Urgh! I’m still listening.”

“We’re almost done, Care. Don’t worry.”

One more laugh, one more kiss and he was gone, taking a piece of your heart alongside him.

I was thinking of immortality, and reincarnation… and viktuuri

Continuation here

“Yuuri!”

Viktor gracefully weaves through the crowd, his sole focus the crop of black hair that pauses just ahead. He skids to a stop, very nearly slamming right into him as he turns to blink in his confusion. 

“Uh…” Yuuri glances around the crowd surrounding them. He lifts a hand, turning a pointed finger toward his chest. “Yes? Was it… were you shouting to me?" 

"Of course!” Viktor claps Yuuri on the shoulder, pointedly ignoring the way it makes him jump and lean away. “I’ve finally found you!" 

"Found me?” Yuuri wipes his hands on his pants, his eyes darting every which way. “I’m really thinking you might have the wrong person. How do you know my name? We… I don’t think we’ve met." 

"Oh, we have,” Viktor assures him with a smile. He expects this, ignores the painful way his heart clenches as he sticks out a hand. “And if you’ve forgotten, well… I’ll reintroduce myself. Viktor Nikiforov." When Yuuri hesitantly extends his hand, Viktor snatches it and brings it to his lips. "Yuuri Katsuki, it’s a pleasure to remake your acquaintance." 

As he drops Yuuri’s hand, his own instinctively rises, extending toward Yuuri’s cheek. The desire to brush his fingers over the smooth, flushed skin is so overwhelming that Viktor nearly gives in. Until he remembers his place and his hand falls back to his side. 

"Viktor Niki…” Yuuri stares at him, rubbing a hand across his chin in thought. “That name… isn’t that the name of a famous figure skater from a long time ago?" 

Viktor’s lips twitch, his heart racing at the thought that maybe, just maybe he’ll figure it out. 

"Your parents must’ve been big fans." 

"Ah,” Viktor chuckles, smiling past the pain he won’t allow himself to acknowledge. “Yes, very big fans. Yuuri?" 

Yuuri blinks. "I’m… it’s strange when you call my name. I’m still pretty sure you’re looking for someone else." 

"I’m only ever looking for you,” Viktor replies softly, taking Yuuri’s hand and guiding him away from the crowd. He hears Yuuri spluttering his confusion behind him and whips around to ask, “Do you skate?" 

"Do I–?” Yuuri’s eyes widen. “Ice skate, you mean? Oh no,” He shakes his head, rubbing his nape with a shaky laugh. “If only I could. I’m not nearly coordinated enough. I mean, I can’t even step on the ice without falling on my– well, you get what I mean. I just–”

Viktor tightens his grip on Yuuri’s hand. “What do you do, Yuuri?” He leans closer. “What is your passion?" 

"My passion? My…” Yuuri turns his face away from the intensity of Viktor’s stare, watching the people pass by. “I want to be a composer. I’ve been trying to find the right theme for my music. Something that will astonish everyone, make everyone feel something." 

Viktor feels his heart skip a beat. Music… of course. Yuuri has always had an innate ability to create music, one way or another. He watches as Yuuri’s eyes sparkle with the same determination Viktor was familiar with in another lifetime. 

"You’re still so beautiful, it’s disarming,” Viktor breathes aloud, the reality of it all hitting him at once. Yuuri stands in front of him. The same Yuuri. His Yuuri. He may not know it yet, not know what he means to Viktor, but he will. 

Yuuri’s face turns a bright red and he immediately tries to pull his hand away, stammering unintelligible words in a manner that’s more endearing to Viktor than it had ever been before. 

Because he’s missed it. 

“Love,” Viktor finally cuts through Yuuri’s rambling. “Your theme should be love." 

Yuuri falls silent, finally lifting his head to meet Viktor’s intense gaze head on. The recognition sparks in his eyes, if only for a moment, and Yuuri draws in a sharp, soft breath of realization. 

"Love…” he repeats. Viktor feels Yuuri’s grip tighten. “Thank you so much, Viktor” A brilliant smile breaks across his face. “Love is… that’s it. That’s what I’m looking for." 

Viktor smiles back. Me too.

Scars

Originally posted by thalassa55

Tom Holland x Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: Struggling with scars due to several surgeries as a child, Tom is there to comfort and love the Reader.

Word Count: 2,580

Warnings: Language, body image issues, talk of scars, childhood, loving!tom, sad stuff, fluff. (That’s it ??)

A/N: Wowza, I posted ?? I know, it’s crazy. Hopefully this is close as to what the anon asked for and is a decent tom imagine (still struggling w/ those tbh). As always, enjoy reading and feedback is appreciated!


Today was yours and Tom’s one year anniversary of being together.

You were beyond ecstatic when he had asked you out for the first time.

Thinking about it always makes you crack a smile, remembering the horrendous first impression you both presented to one another.

You had been at a local cafe getting a simple cup of coffee, enjoying your time.

Tom, however, was in a rush to get to a meeting, so as you were reaching to grab a napkin off the baristas counter, he quickly and accidentally rammed into you.

His coffee went everywhere.

He started apologizing profusely, but you were too entranced  by his muddled hair and deep brown, chocolate eyes that glistened every time he stared into yours with worry spread across his gorgeously chiseled face.

After that, you two kept running into each other.

A few of your friends always commented how it was “fate.”

And after a while, you started believing it too.

Tom is my soulmate.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Some smut with a dialogue quote "you can hit harder than that" pweeeeeeeeeeeeeeaase


It’s legit 2 days to Harry’s solo, and it’s all this excitement that’s giving me inspiration to keep on writing and writing!

Thank you for the request, really had to push open doors of my imagination to make it different, hope you like it!

Love to youuu, and power to survive April 7th!

Read on:


#17: I Get Jealous**

The door to their bedroom opens, Harry at it, his eyes everywhere, looking for his girlfriend inside. Looking straight, he finds her leaning onto the headrest on her side of the bed, knees propped up and parted, hands fidgeting over the screen of her I-phone.

His figure slumps, he deliberately acts all tired and gloomy, knowing the fact how his girl becomes kind to him then. Walking up and forward, he’s standing at the dresser parallel to the bed,taking off his watch and wallet, and Y/N looks up from her device.

“Oh, hi, baby.” She smiles at him, crooking her eyebrows expressively.

“’Ello.” He says in a monotone, hoping to have her concern, but looking up, he realizes she’s back on her phone, texting away to someone.

He clears his throat, walking off to the bathroom with a pout, building up reasons why she’d be so inconsiderate. But inside the confined space, as he takes his shirt and jeans off, all he can summon up is to lie between her legs.

Humming, he changes out of his clothes, putting on just sweatpants, and walks out shirtless to settle the mood. She’s still in the same position, not moved an inch either, and taking the advantage of the scene, Harry slides up the bed, bringing his body between her legs. His hands push up her tunic, resting his head on her tummy after pressing a kiss. His hands wrap around her hip in a circle, and with a sigh, he waits for her to respond.

Humming, Y/N looks down her screen to him, and smiles at him rested on her. “Harry.” She calls, running her one hand into his head while her other types away on her phone.

“Mm-hmm.” Harry moans, snuggling his nose against her stomach, kissing her again, before propping his chin up between her breasts, looking at her with sleepy eyes.

Still looking at the screen, she asks, “Been a rough day?”

“I’m exhausted.” He says in his hoarse, raspy voice, adding a subtle smile. But she is not looking at him, just mindlessly running a hand over his hair, and that has him annoyed.

He furiously rubs his scruff against her bare skin, snuggling his nose back against her, as he grips her hips tight.

“Baby.” He looks up, eyebrows furrowed. “Both hands, please.” He bumps his head up at her hand, gesturing to use both her hands and massage his head in the way she is used to doing it to him.

“One minute, sweet.” She pulls her already hand on his head away, joining the typing thing she’s doing on her phone again.

“What’re doing?” Harry leans up to look at her activity on the phone, but Y/N simply pulls the phone closer to her face, and Harry’s left pouty and curious.

“One second.” She says, smiling.

Harry rolls his eyes, creasing his forehead, and he slumps against her stomach again, the side of his face pressing against her breasts, as he sighs through his mouth, deeply sad.

Y/N takes another minute, finally wrapping up the conversation with a sweet farewell, then puts away her phone on the other side of the bed, looking down at him cuddled to her chest.

“Yes, where were we?” She sighs, tangling her both hands into his hair, her fingers pressing onto his scalp, and he groans, looking up at her.

“Who was it?” He gives her his eyes, pressing his pursed lip against her skin.

Y/N shakes her head, brushing off the topic. “Nothing, just some friend.” She slides her hand down his head to cup his cheeks, trying to bring him close for a kiss, but he clutches her wrist, bringing his head up to match her eye-level.

“Tell me.” He says in a saddened tone. “Who was it that got you so engaged that you couldn’t even respond to me.”

Y/N chuckles. “Aw, my baby, c’mere.” She pulls again, and he leans in, their lips meeting in a short kiss.

Matching his eye level, she begins. “Jenna bagged a photo shoot, and she had a talk with the model last week over coffee, and she’d insisted I come along, so I did. He was very sweet, very handsome. We had some good chit-chat. Yesterday I saw he sent me a follow request on Insta, so I followed back, and then he casually messaged me and we started talking and that. He’s very genuine, such a gentleman.”

“Okay..” Harry’s eyes narrow. “What d’ya talk about?” He is giving her that skeptical look, eyes small and head leaned down to intensify the serious demeanor.

“Nothing, just about the shoot, and about Jenna.” She nods her head from side to side, telling him.

Harry gives snort. “What a player. Does he have a thing or two for Jenna?”

He reaches for her phone, unlocking it, and then proceeds to open her Instagram.

“No, he doesn’t.”

Harry nods subtly, looking back at her with her phone towards her. “How does he look like?”

Y/N smirks, searching his eyes for humor. She takes her phone, opening one of his photos and showing it to him. “He’s better in person.”

Harry give her a look before taking the phone, and giving a judgmental look, as he zooms the picture quite a few times, blinking up at her with his eyebrows raised.

“He’s nice, yeah.” Harry nods, locking her phone back. He leans to the table by the bedside, placing her phone on top of it; then, rolling to his side of the bed, he lies on his stomach, face turned towards the other side.

Y/N’s eyes widen, she licks her lips, amusement glistening in her eyes as she gazes at his bare back.

“Harry.” She calls, carefully. “C’mere, let me hold you.”

“I’m too tired.” He says in a horse voice, shifting his arms under the pillow.

Y/N holds back a snicker. Leaning to the side of his face, she whispers over his ear, skimming her lips gently over the earlobe. “I fear there’s something burning in here.”

Harry turns his face to her, bringing his arm around her and pulling her close; she squeals when his hand comes down her hips, feeling her behind before swatting a tight hand against it.

She whines, slapping his shoulder. He smiles with his eyes closed, rubbing his hand over where he’d spanked her.  She chuckles, bringing her face close to him, and slowly taking his lower lip in her mouth, she parts his mouth, kissing slowly.

They pull away, Harry holding her close while his nose snuggles into her cheek. Her arms wrap around his broad shoulder, her one leg winding around his hip, pressing close.

“Sleep.” Harry tells her, smiling at his next words. “Or I’m not letting you.”

**

Harry wakes up to the sound of his phone ringing, and rushing out of the bed, he reaches the dresser, accepting the call. It’s from Jeff, inviting him over for some drinks and football match at the club with the rest of their friends, adding in the end to bring along Y/N too.

Harry puts the phone away, turning around to look in the room to realize Y/N’s already awake. It’s 10 in the morning.

He walks to the bathroom, looking in the shower to find it empty but wet. She’s already taken a bath, and the fact confuses him. He quickly freshens up, walking out of the bathroom with just his sweatpants, hands tucked in the pockets as he walks to the kitchen.

Y/N’s standing in front of the coffee maker, concentrating on the article she reads from the newspaper. Her hair is wet, water dripping on the shoulder of her crop top she’s wearing, paired with dark, tight jeans.

“Mornin’” Harry walks in towards her. She looks up, putting the newspaper away, as Harry leans in for a hug. Kissing, they pull away, Harry’s hands on her hips, pinning her to the slab behind.

“You’re all ready?” He asks, eyeing her up and down.

Y/N’s hands creep up, pressing against his stomach. “Jenna called this morning. She needed some helping with the set up and everything. It’s my day off today too, so I’m just going about.” She shrugs her shoulders.

“The photo shoot’s today?” Harry asks, as the ding goes off, and he leans up to get coffee mugs from the above cupboard.

Y/N only nods, leaning to the fridge to bring milk, and then sugar from the drawers.

“But, listen.” Harry says, grabbing her attention, as he pours down coffee into the two mugs. “Jeff called up. He’s having a get together at the club. You’re coming with me. When will you wind up and get free?”

Harry helps in making the rest of the coffee, putting in the sugar and milk just as required, and passes her mug to her. Leaning against the slab, Harry listens to her as she speaks.

“It’s just a few hours deal. If I leave by 11, I should be through at around 4.”

“That’s so long.” He leans to her, putting an affectionate hand on her back, as they kiss.

“Mm-hmm. But Jenna’s a good friend, and her including me in the project she’s been dreaming of is very humbling and sweet. I couldn’t say no.” Y/N nods, pursing her lips.

Harry grins at her, crinkling his nose in adoration of her, leaning in for another kiss on her lips. “I’ll pick you up from the studio then? Even I’m running about in two hours to the studio. 4, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll text you the address.”

**

It’s  4:15 when Harry reaches the site of the photo shoot, parking his car outside before jogging inside the building.

Y/N and the model stand talking, occasionally laughing at one another’s pleasantries. Harry’s eyes land on them, and his pace at the jog increases.

“Y/N.” He calls her, bringing her eyes to him.

Y/N smiles, walking to him, and they share a quick side hug, Harry tugging to her side even after she’s pulled away. His lips come down on her temple as the guy approaches them.

“Francisco, this is Harry, my boyfriend.” Y/N introduces.

Harry leans in, shaking hands with him. “Nice to meet you, man.” He’s a young lad, seems hardly above thirty to him.

Harry sighs. “So, are you guys done?” He asks Y/N, eyes on her.

“Yeah, yeah.” Y/N nods. “Jenna’s just gone to assist the pack up, and Francisco’s just waiting for his drive.”

Harry turns to Francisco. “Something we can help you with, sir? We could drop you off if you’d like.”

Francisco smiles, patting Harry’s arm lightly. “Oh, no, thank you, man, they’re just on their way.”

Saying so, they hear a loud squeal from behind; a little boy runs up to their direction.

“Daddy!”  The little boy jumps into Francisco’s arms, receiving kisses all over his face.

“Milo.” Francisco turns the kid’s attention to Y/N and one surprised Harry. “This is Y/N, and this is Harry.”

Milo gladly waves at them, Y/N cooing at the cute child while Harry still tries to recover from the information. A woman walks behind, holding a little baby on her hip, as she smiles up at Francisco on reaching him, kissing his lips in greeting.

“This is my wife, Jessian.” She is introduced.

Y/N gets along, talking merrily to the couple with the two most adorable kids. Jenna joins them a few moments later, and somehow they end up talking for a full hour.

“I’d love to keep in touch, girls. Thank you for having me.” Francisco smiles, hugging the friends before he departs with his family.

Y/N tugs at Harry’s arms. “Let’s leave?”

“Yeah.” He nods, looking ahead.

**

“So?” Y/N turns around, crossing her arms at her chest as she looks at Harry standing at the door after he’s closed it.

“Yeah..” Harry gives her a look, clearing his throat awkwardly.

Y/N’s eyebrows crook up; she leans on one leg, tapping her other feet constantly, as she witnesses Harry go from relaxed to biting his lip in confusion.

“You didn’t tell me-“

“What?”

“You didn’t tell me he was married, and-and has kids and all.” Harry finishes, looking up at her.

“Would that have caused a difference?” Y/N presses, sucking her cheeks in to hold back a laugh.

“No.” Harry replies, bold. “I would’ve nevertheless punched him –maybe harder, considering the fact that he has a family-if he would have made an inch of a move on you.”He steps towards her, eyes serious.

Y/N throws her head back, laughing. “You would have fought him?”

“Yeah.” Harry’s hand tugs her towards him, bringing her body slick against him. “I would have changed the map of his structured jaw and cheek.”

Y/N chuckles, leaning onto his neck. “You know, Harry, your face and the words are so contrasting. It doesn’t suit you, trying to be all violent and all. You’re like a saint-calm and loving.” She chuckles, looking at him, and bringing her hands up, she cups his cheeks. “I didn’t think it would go this far, oh, dear.”

Harry’s eyes narrow, his forehead creasing. “You did it on purpose?”

Y/N throws her head back laughing, staring at his ambushed expressions. “I couldn’t help myself! You were so dramatic last night – He’s nice, yeah-“ She mocks in his tone. “Last night was something, oh.” She laughs.

Harry doesn’t say anything. He let’s go of her, shaking his head. “Get ready, we have to leave.”

He walks away, leaving behind Y/N sulking on her behavior. She bites her lip, her laugh all gone, and shakes her head, rushing back after him.

“Harry.” She calls him, walking into their room; he’s started to rummage through his closet, picking an outfit. “Harry. It was a joke, c’mon.” She drawls, nearing him to wrap her arms around his waist from the back.

“No.” He husks. “I felt so angry last night, I was so affected, you don’t understand.”

“Hey, hey, hey.” She calls, pulling him to turn around. “Look at me. Fine, I’m sorry. I will never again try to be frank or pull around pranks with my boyfriend because he tends to get butt-hurt very easily.” She says, a crisp in her voice.

“Oh, oh, so, it’s coming on me, now?” Harry sounds offended.

Y/N rolls her eyes, turning away. “Let’s not do this.” She walks off in the direction of the bathroom, leaving Harry confused and annoyed at her cussedness.

They get ready separately, no talking as they rummage about in the room, finding their specifics and putting on nice outfits, unconsciously matching in color. Their eyes go on each other’s dresses when they face one another, Y/N turning away before Harry can catch her.

The drive is nonetheless silent; there doesn’t seem to be a feeling of realization come over. They both stand egoistic, waiting for the other to start up a conversation and end up the awkwardness clouding more and more. But nothing seems to occur.

At the club, they separate, greeting their group of friends, moods slightly lighting up as the crowd begins to follow up. They have their booth reserved; at the corner where the whole group of ten take seats of their choice.

Y/N grabs her corner with her friends, while Harry’s surrounded by his own mates, both of them fidgeting to see one another, but of course hesitant in approaching.

Feeling her chest ache with the pressure of her feels, Y/N spills everything to Glenne.

“Oh, you’re no way wrong. God, boys have to learn to be less dramatic and more tacky. I’m sure Harry’s playing tricks with ya. Wanting to have you on your knees. Do not, girl, do not.”

Glenne’s words strike Y/N in some way, and she decides to not care, genuinely beginning to enjoy the evening.

The game goes wonderful; the boys cheering over and over while cans of beer go empty on the tables. Harry then and now keeps turning back to look at Y/N, and at one point he finds her on her phone again, showing something to Glenne that has them giggling.

The heaviness settles back again in his chest, he turns back to the screen, taking a swing of his drink. When he turns to his side, Jeff’s giving him a look.

“Don’t have to act anymore like you wouldn’t have broken his nose even though he would’ve just walked past your Y/N.” He states. “You hate him, Harry. Let her know this. Let her like it. Stop sulking around.”

Harry sighs. “But, she shouldn’t have-“

“I know you don’t regret thinking worse for that model boy. He’s got your girl distracted, get her back, man. Buck up.” Jeff urges him.

Harry nods, biting his lower lip. He takes a last swing from the can, finishing his fifth. He turns to Jeff, giving him beg eyes. “You have to help me out. I don’t want to just go and apologize or shit.”

Jeff chuckles at his friend. “Fine, you bugger.” He turns around, calling, “Glenne! Come forward you guys!”

Glenne nods, smiling at her beau, then she turns to Y/N, smirking cunningly. “Harry totally saw us, and it’s probably him calling you. Step up, babe. You’re not giving in easily.” They bump their fists, Y/N nodding at her friend.

Jeff makes space, sliding to the end of the long couch, making seats for the two girls. Glenne slides in beside Jeff, Y/N automatically having had to sit beside Harry. She’s grabbed her seat, and Harry’s eyes have not once trained on her. She shifts, leaning back against the backrest.

Jeff calls Harry, asking him to pass on some beer cans. Harry leans down, bringing out two cans from the cans from the ice box, passing one to his friend, while the other he holds it before Y/N.

“Beer?”

She takes it, nothing to say, as she pops open the lid, bringing the can to her lips. Harry’s arm comes behind her, resting on the couch, his fingers hanging loosely in the air beside her. The fidgeting is on for quite long; Harry’s tricks to trying to grab her attention absolutely fail as all he tries is to somehow touch her. But, he’s too damn reluctant to do so, awkward even, because Y/N hasn’t stepped up to cut the ice between them. He doesn’t like being rejected.

He leans forward at times, then leans back, bringing his arm back behind her. He then crosses his leg over one another, clears his throat more than he would have ever done in a lifetime, and ends up holding one beer can for half an hour.

Something suddenly strikes Y/N, and she turns her head in his direction, catching him looking at her before he turns away, scratching the side of his head to correct his mistake. She holds back a chuckle, as she turns to Glenne, widening her eyes at her in amusement. Glenne clears her throat, leaning back on the couch as she gestures her hand over her neck, mouthing – he’s totally suffering. Jeff catches Glenne do so, and when he looks up, Harry’s looking at the girls from the corner of his eyes too. His eyes widen, he pulls Glenne to him, leaving Harry to sought this out without any distractions.

Y/N sits up straight, alarmed at the way Jeff pulls Glenne to him so suddenly, and when she looks up at Harry, he’s sipping his beer, a smirk visible when he brings the can away from his lips.

Well then, it’s out.

She keeps it cool anyway, casually leaning back against the couch. She’s about to cross her knee over another when cold hand clutches her upper thigh, tugging her dress up as his fingers slip in. The booth’s dark, otherwise Harry would’ve never done such a thing.

Y/N licks her lips, slowly bringing her hand on top of his, pushing away his fingers clutching her skin, so tight.

“Y/N.” Harry breaths against her ear, whispering for only her to know. The heaviness of his voice gives a shudder inside her, forcing her to draw her legs close together. Harry’s hand wrap around her, fiddling with her fingers, and he takes a deep breath, brushing against her ear.

“Y/N, we have something to seek out, would you mind joining me for a minute?” He sultrily whispers in her ear, pulling his hand away as he boldly gets up, walking away.

Jeff has Glenne tugged under his arm so tight, she barely can see Y/n at the moment. Leaving no option, Y/N gets up, trailing on the way Harry walked. She looks up in the bathrooms, and passing by the very first one, the door to it opens and Harry pulls her in, locking it away behind him.

Y/N looks at him, eyes wide, as he stares down at her, eyes expressionless.

“Y-Yes?” She says, pulling her hands behind her back, obediently.

Harry keeps looking at her, pulling his lower lips between his thumb and finger, massaging it slowly.

“You wanted to seek something out?” Y/N asks again, her confidence faltering.

“You know what,” He finally speaks, the roughness in his voice nevertheless nerve wrecking. “I thought you’ve had enough of these games, but you go around again trying to make me…jealous?”

Y/N’s hands loosen. “Harry, you’re absolutely over reacting. Shrug it off, babe. it’s fun.”

This has Harry eyes narrowing. He takes a long stride in her direction, pinning her instantly to the granite slab behind her, holding her in position with the weight of his hands on her wrists.

She looks up at him, breath quivering, her body absolutely pumping to see him this way.

He grunts. “Don’t make me recite to you how Glenne and you were deliberately making fun of my state!” He lashes out, body pressing onto her taut. “But now-now stop.” He holds a finger up at her face, his forehead forming creases.

Y/N leans forward, kissing his finger, absolutely guilty for making him feel this furious. Harry puts his finger away, turning his head to the side. He pushes back from her, swinging his hands on his side to ease away the tension. Y/N’s eyes close for a moment, then she’s leaning to him, pulling him towards her by a grip on his shirt.

He stumbles a few steps to her, enough that she has him leaning onto her, enough for her lips to find his neck.

“I was jealous-I am jealous. And I absolutely will be even if he wouldn’t even touch you. In fact, I’ll be jealous of every that guy who tends to distract you from me. I would hate it. I would be pulsating inside to beat the shit out of that person because-because you’re mine.” His hands grab her hips. “You’re mine, and I want you to know this clearly before I go about telling the whole world.”

He grabs the back of her head, pulling her from his neck to look at him.

“You can’t go around making fun of this feeling of mine. It really did hurt me. I started comparing myself to that guy and, I-I came in to see you at 4 just so I can tell him off about us.”

Y/N bites the inside of her cheeks, bringing her head close for their foreheads to meet. Harry’s breathing alters, as her finger comes up, running along the line of his cheek, trailing down to touch his lips, hot and red from the exertion of anger.

She doesn’t say anything; she leans up, attaching their lips. Harry’s eyes fall shut; his lips pucker to meet her kiss. She pulls away, wrapping her hands around his neck, pushing her fingers into his hair. “I’m sorry.” She stutters onto his lips.

She pokes her nose with his, tilting her head to reach his lips again, whispering into them, “I love you, I love you so much, baby. I don’t deserve this, but, please forgive me.”

Harry’s breath shakes, and then he hungrily attaches their lips, invading her mouth like he’s been waiting for so long. His arms wrap around his in circles, curving on her back till he’s had her slammed against his chest, body shut close like they’re one.

Her hands desperately wrap around his shoulders, mouth groaning onto his, opening more for him to feel her.

His knee raises up, hitching past her dress, as he presses her down on the granite slab behind, leaving her mouth to kiss her neck while his knee rubs against her.

Y/N gasps, looking down at his mouth nearing to her center.” Can I say something?”

“No.” Harry chuckles at her groaning. He pulls her dress up, slipping his hand into her lace panties, finding her clit as he begins rubbing.

“Harry.” Y/N moans, grabbing his shoulders as his finger dig deep, her mouth falling agape. He wraps his arm around her waist, hoisting her on his finger as he urges her to grind. She moves back and forth, feeling a tight stretch inside her walls. Their faces come together, eyes meeting, and he thrusts into her another finger, having her head fall onto his shoulder.

“I like this.” Y/N whimpers against his shoulder. “Harder, baby. You know where to hit it.”

Hearing her, Harry feels a burst of energy course through him, and he pulls out of her, starting to work over his jeans button.

Y/N takes a moment, leaning against the slab as she catches her breath. Harry’s hand resume on her hips, and she looks up, his face enlightened, a glow in his skin with the redness on his cheeks, his eyes dark and lustrous.

“Harry, you’ve showed me something so addictive. This rage, this desperation, for me?”

Harry groans, leaning into her as his member slips inside her, her wetness easing the process. His lips meet her, they kiss, lapse around her soft skin, before he begins to thrust.

“You want more?” Harry moans, winding his arm around her back and pulling her close to his chest as he grinds inside her.

“Mm-hmm.” She nods, her head against his shoulder, her lips biting in anticipation.

His hips position, slamming against her bones as he thrusts hard, looking at her face for approval.

She smirks. “You can hit harder than that.”

Grinning, Harry puts his chin on her shoulder, thrusting in with all he can summon. She groans out loud, and he feels no need to look at her face for approval. He kneads her hips in his hands, kissing her shoulder and neck, while his hips press further into her, slamming himself inside her, hard, aching her hip bones till she felt certain of bruises.

They reach their climaxes, falling apart on one another, heavy breathing and limbs aching from the roughness.

Harry pulls Y/N to him, kissing her lips sloppily as he feels relief in her touch. They pull away; Harry helps her put on her clothes, setting them in place.

Y/N grins at him. “Glenne was right when she said you’re being dramatic.” Harry looks up at her from sliding her panties up her thighs. “It really did hurt me.”  She laughs, Harry grinning at her as he shakes his head.

“Shud up.” He slaps her behind, causing her to jerk in her place and jump on him, giving him big eyes. He laughs back at her, swatting her back again but in a much playful manner.

“Mhm, I love ya.”

“I love you too, pet.” They lean in for a kiss.

Harry pulls way quicker, though, struggling to pull up his pants. “Let’s get out of here! It’s already not that they’re talking about us!”  

Y/N smiles. She grabs his arm, and pulls him to her.

“Never again.” He says in a low tone, cupping her chin in his hand.

Y/N snickers. “Or maybe everyday. I like this wild side of yours.”

He smirks. “There’re more ways to bring it out.” He winks at her.

“How?” She widens her eyes like a curious pupil.

“Let’s get home, I’ll teach ya.”


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