you should have heard what she had to say

“…I think I made a mistake.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Oh my God, you had Tony eating out of the palm of your hand. Why are you not fucking him right now?”

Steve cringed. “…Because I made a mistake.”

Bucky turned to scowl at him. “How in the fuck did you mess up right before sealing the deal?”

“I, uh, well.” Steve blushed bright red. “We were… making out. And talking. …Dirtily.”

Bucky sat up straight. “Steve, you’ve never talked dirty in your life unless it was swearing like a sailor.”

“I know,” Steve hissed, glaring at him. “Which is how I made the mistake! Don’t tell Natasha because she’ll murder me!”

“Fine.” Bucky was going to tell Natasha all about this. “And what mistake was that?”

“I! Um!” Steve turned away abruptly, rubbing his arm. “…Tony said. Um. That he’d been naughty. And needed to be punished.”

“Oh nooo,” Bucky whispered, hands going to his cheeks.

“And I kind of panicked, you know, because Tony, uh. He’s kind of. Self-destructive sometimes.”

Bucky continued to stare at him in awe, and wondered if this was what watching a train wreck was like.

“So I said–” Steve stopped, then swallowed thickly. “I said, ‘it’s okay, I forgive you. We all make mistakes.’”

This was a train wreck caused by smashing into a wall of baby bunnies holy shit.

“So, uh. Well, it took Tony a minute to realize what I’d said. And then he did. And. Um.” Steve stared out the window. “He walked into the bathroom and he’s been in there for fifteen minutes.”

“Steve, you fucking idiot,” Bucky whispered.

Steve groaned and collapsed onto the floor. “I know, okay?!”

The door to their apartment burst open, and there was Natasha. “Why did I get an SOS text from Tony?!”

Steve gaped at her, terrified.

“…Steve made a mistake,” Bucky answered quickly, perfectly willing to throw his best friend under the bus. “He’s in the bathroom.”

“If he’s bleeding,” Natasha hissed, letting the threat hang there as she stalked to the bathroom.

Steve stared at the ceiling, resigned. His mom had always worried that he wouldn’t make it to thirty-five. He should have known she’d been just as worried about him saying the wrong thing as she was him coughing his lungs out.

He cringed as he heard Natasha burst out laughing, but it was quickly muffled, and then there were hurried whispers. A few minutes later, she exited the bathroom, shutting the door quietly behind her. She was grinning.

“Do you always grin before you murder people?” Steve asked sadly.

“Bucky, come fuck me at my place,” she ordered cheerfully. “Steve, see to Tony.”

“What,” Steve said, but she’d already grabbed Bucky’s ear and was dragging him out–not that he looked too put-out about it. He watched the door close behind them, then awkwardly got to his feet and approached the bathroom. “Um. Tony? Can I come in?”

The door opened just a crack, and he slipped inside.

His stomach fell to the floor when he saw tears running down Tony’s cheeks. “Oh my God.”

Tony peeked up at him, then threw his head back and slid down the toilet so his back was on the lid instead of his butt. His entire body was shaking, and he covered his mouth. “St-!”

“I’m sorry,” Steve said hurriedly. “I didn’t mean to–Are you fucking laughing?!” he shouted when he realized that the other man was grinning.

Tony waved his free hand frantically, little wheezing noises escaping from between his fingers.

“I can’t believe this! I thought–I thought I’d ruined everything, and you just came in here to laugh?!” Steve exclaimed, but it was hard to stay angry when Tony finally let out a bark of laughter as he slid off the toilet and onto the floor. “Yeah, laugh it up, you dick!”

Tony wrapped his arms around his stomach, once again laughing so hard that he was making no sounds except for tiny wheezes.

Steve couldn’t help the smile that came to his lips. “I thought Natasha was going to murder me, Tony!”

“HAAAHAHA!” Tony rocked onto his other side, kicking his feet wildly.

“Tony!” Steve grabbed his shoulders so he wouldn’t knock himself out on the tub. “It’s not that funny!”

“You were so earnest,” Tony sobbed out, grinning. “Oh my God!”

Steve rolled his eyes, smiling fondly, and bent down to kiss his laughing mouth. “Well, how was I supposed to know what was going on?”

“I expected you to say I needed a spanking or something,” Tony admitted, lifting a hand to wipe his eyes. “Oh God! Do I have abs? I feel like I should have abs from how hard and long I laughed.”

Steve grinned, which then faded into an awkward smile. “Um. I’m hard and long.”

“STEVE!” Tony screeched, bursting into laughter again, but took some of the sting out of it by pressing giggly, open-mouthed kisses to his jaw and neck. “That was awful!”

“Yeah,” Steve admitted, but couldn’t bring himself to be actually embarrassed. “Why did you send Natasha an SOS text if you were just in here laughing?”

“I wasn’t trying to, I was trying to type out what had happened, but I was laughing so hard the words got mixed up and she thought something was wrong.”

Steve paused. “…What do I have to do to keep you from telling everyone?”

“Everyone already knows!” Tony laughed. “Natasha sent a group text about it!”

“Aw, fuck!” Steve swore, because God damn it now Clint and Sam were going to be insufferable.

Tony drew him down for another kiss, laughing quietly into his mouth. “’ll make it worth your while?” he offered, smiling up at him.

“…I mean, I might as well get sex if my friends are going to torment me,” Steve decided, and rolled his eyes when Tony burst out laughing and sputtering ‘no okay I’ll calm down in a minute I swear!’

[a joke about cowboys here]

The seats in the bunker’s kitchen are hard.

The bunker is great—really. It’s the first place they’ve been able to call home since ever. Hot showers, great water pressure, and somehow an even better wifi connection. Seriously, no complaints.

Except, the seats in the bunker’s kitchen are hard. Really fucking hard.

“You gonna sit down or just hover like the creep at the playground?” Sam asks, not looking away from his laptop.

“Shut up,” Dean says.

Keep reading

bellerz55  asked:

Hi I don't know if you saw that picture of Cole and Kj at the construction site but I was wondering if you could write a fic where maybe Archie's dad bailed jughead out so to pay him back he is working for him and Betty went to the site to bring jughead lunch but they still haven't talked about the kiss plus maybe Betty is starting at jughead because he's not wearing his usual layers.

Ooohhh I love it.

Juggling a handful of brown paper bags, Betty nearly tripped over a fallen power tool. She only had so many hands, and the amount of hungry men working on the site required quite a heavy bit of food.

She had been on her way out of pops when Fred Andrews came barreling in, looking frazzled and all kinds of stressed, he spotted her almost instantly and she was taken back by the way he ran towards her , with the most relieved smile she had ever seen.

“Betty!” He shouted a little too close to her face

“Hi Mr.Andrews! Where’s the fire?” She giggled. He eyed her outfit looking nervous

“You’re not on your way back to work are you?” He said desperately.

Betty had gotten a summer job at the florists and her uniform consisted of tiny denim shorts, a flowy white top and an apron with “riverdale flowers” printed across the front.

“I’ve still got 30 minutes left of my lunch break, I was just gonna head back early! Is everything okay?”

He dug in his pockets quickly pulling out a hundred dollar bill and handing it to her

“The men on my construction site have been complaining for hours that I didn’t get them lunch, I can’t take it anymore, I’ve got to head back to over see the rest of the planning and I was hoping you would be able to place the order and possibly bring it to the site. Don’t forget, I changed your diapers when Your parents were away!” He looked so desperate, Betty didn’t have the heart to say no.

“Sure! It’s no problem, I have to walk past the site to get back to work anyway! What should o get?”

Fred had grabbed her up, squeezing her in only the way dads can, he was halfway out the door as he answered

“Burgers! As many burgers as you can!”

Giggling she went over to place the order, rolling her eyes at the older mans antics.

So that’s what brought her here, narrowly dodging large pieces of wood while she juggled bags full of burgers.

“Betty!” She heard the familiar voice of her next door neighbor

She turned around smiling, he looked good but for some reason the sight of a shirtless Archie didn’t have the same affect it used to. She figured that was because her brain was on another familiar boy with the softest lips she’d ever seen.

“Archie” she smiled and tried not to blush as he scanned her long legs peeking out of her shorts covered slightly by her apron.

His eyes held a bit of hunger in them and she wiggled slightly uncomfortable

“You just gonna stand there and stare pal? Why don’t you help her out, her hands are obviously full.” She whipped around to meet the eyes of her very favorite moody boy. It was a probably a mistake because as soon as she did


He was standing there, his beautiful muscular arms exposed in the simple tank top he had on, spread tight across his chest. His skin was tan and sweaty and the construction hat he had on showed off just enough of his gorgeous black waves. He was holding a shovel so naturally. those hands she had felt weaved in her hair just a few weeks ago, clutching the metal tool. she had never wished for a camera more in her life.

Little did she know Jughead was admiring betty with equal enthusiasm. It had been two weeks since their first kiss and because of their jobs they hadn’t seen each other a lot. That didn’t stop his eyes from being drawn to the plump pink lips that seemed almost too good to be real. Lowering his eyes to her long tan legs he couldn’t believe she was always hiding those in jeans, her hair was up in a loose ponytail, whispers of honey blonde falling into her eyes a pretty white flower matching her top weaved through the elastic band. She sure was a sight for sore eyes.

“Sorry my dad saddled you with lunch duty Betty.” Archie’s voice broke them out of their staring contest as he took the bags from the blondes hands. She giggled that gorgeous sound and fluttered her long eyelashes

“It’s no problem, i better get going though, I’ve only got ten minutes of my lunch left!” Archie thanked her again

“I’ll walk you, it’s my break time anyway” Jughead said throwing the shovel to the ground, giving Betty a perfect view of his flexing muscles.

He led her out of the construction site, helping her navigate the mess. As soon as they hit the street his hand went to grab hers, taking her by surprise. He didn’t say anything just kept walking. Betty decided it was gonna be up to her to break the silence.

“Hows working with mr.andrews?”

Jughead actually smiled

“It’s not so bad, i kinda like the work. It keeps me busy and it’s been helping me stay in shape, ya know eventually those burgers are gonna catch up to me.” He winked, squeezing her fingers

She smiled dreamily “it looks good on you”

He looked down at her “oh yeah?”

“Most definitely. I like a hardworking man.” She teased softly, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Well then ms.cooper, then I am the man for you.”

She laughed, the conversation falling silent again.

Suddenly Jughead was clearing his throat, breaking into the quiet.

“So am I?”

She looked up at him confused

“Are you what?”

He took a deep breathe, stepping in front of her and halting their steps

“Am I the man for you?” He practically whispered, his hand moving to rub the back of his neck nervously.

Betty smiled so softly he didn’t know what to think, then her hands were around his neck and her mouth was on his, taking in that amazingly familiar feeling of her lips on his he sighed into the kiss, he would never get tired of this.

She pulled away slightly

“Oh yeah Juggie, you are definitely the man for me.”

He laughed pulling her back into himself, dropping his lips to hers with an audible

“Thank God.”

Been thinking alot about how fandom really focuses on Sansa and ‘lying’. To me, it is very overstated and overfocused considering Sansa never lies with malicious intent to hurt people. Sure, how she shapes and interprets reality in A Game Of Thrones especially with the Trident Incident is important (where she falsely recalls Mycah hitting Joffrey) is important, but it’s not the be end all of the character. How Sansa grows and changes is also vital. Here, I’ll try to make clear that lying is not one of Sansa’s ‘flaws’, she is human and is not perfect but holding her lies against her doesn’t really work.

I don’t mind discussion about how lying impacts on Sansa, and the role in plays within her story- my problem is when people use that as a reason to be against her character.

Keep reading

Zootopia / Robin Hood Fanfiction TAKE A STAND epilogue

(AN/ Here we go…the end. Take a Stand had been my most successful fic and that is only possible because of you amazing folks who actually read it reviwed, liked, faved, followed and reblogged this dumb fic, I want to high five all of you for being so awesome. Now I have to thank a few folks who helped illustrate this fic; @ziegelzeig dude you know how much I love your work and your friendship you’re an amazing artist and writer, I love you dude. @fuzzywuzzylittletail you came up with some crackin’ artwork for this fic thank you, shadowed-visitor thank you too for your song/art pieces, @reddoshirousagi06 thank you for your brilliant sketches, @trashasaurusrex @ky-jane @blueberrycarrots @idealbean and everyone else who contributed. Thank you all for reading…so without further ado let’s get cracking with this chapter.)

Here’s the fanfiction,net link…

Epilogue - One Year Later

The smell of engine oil and old wood brought back a host of memories for Judy as she clambered up the ladder to the upper level of one of the many barns at Hopps farm, she used to play cops and robbers with her siblings all the time as a kit but right now the twenty six year old bunny needed a moment to relax in the barn. It had been a very hectic day, as soon as she stepped off the train at Bunnyburrow station it had been a non stop series of hugs, catching up with relatives and being overstuffed with the mountains of food that had been prepared for the massive party had arrived from Zootopia including; herself, Nick, Luna, Marian, Robin, Little John, Jack and Skye.

Keep reading

No fuck this. A black woman, who has built an entire career on only outdoing herself, who shut down every avenue of the music scene, was pitted against a white woman, who, while is INSANELY talented in her own right, but didn’t exactly break the musical ground, just LOST AN AWARD THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN HANDED TO HER ON A SILVER PLATTER! And the fact that she won the fucking URBAN award that I have literally never heard of before is just so fucking disgusting. Beyoncé is an artist. She is a ground breaker. She is what DEFINES THE MUSIC INDUSTRY! She. Creates. How. The industry works. I’m so furious right now.

The fact that the award had to be a tribute to an alive, capable, AMAZING, INDUSTRY DEFYING, black woman, instead of genuinely won by her is disgusting.

A Trying Day

When they’d finally broken the silence it wasn’t done easily, with whispers or even normal tones. Rather, they’d destroyed it with complete and utter chaos.

Pidge was yelling and mashing Black’s controls to look for coordinates or some kind of tracking or any clues whatsoever (to no response), Hunk burst into loud tears, and Coran had started yelling over the comms system, asking what was going on and was Shiro really gone? Within a few dozen ticks it died down again, but the Paladins’ exhaustion from their draining battle had vanished. Everyone looked to the princess.

“Allura,” Lance asked quietly, “what do we do?”

Allura didn’t know the answer. She simply continued to stare at the empty chair, the bayard left in the controls, certain that she had never felt so tired in her life.

After a few moments Lance took pity on her. He pulled the bayard out and handed it to her. When she glanced up at him, surprised, he said, “You should probably hold onto this for now. Keep it safe.”

He didn’t have to say the second part of that sentence – they were all thinking it.

Keep it safe, because Shiro might have died to get it.

She took the bayard and swallowed. “I don’t know what to do. I’ve never heard of…something like this…”

Keep reading

It’s Still You

Originally posted by aomgwithkids

“I’m this close Jay” 

Jay took a quick glance at the woman in front of him. Her thumb and index finger were pinched close with only a slight space in between them to show how much more was necessary for her to give up on him. “So what” he shrugged his shoulders.

The girl scoffed in offense. “What are you going to do about it” she asked in a high pitched tone. His nonchalant attitude wasn’t what she was expecting.

Keep reading

jeemyjamz  asked:

This prompt idea has been bugging me for a few days and since I don't have the writing prowess to jot my thoughts into up for writing a one-shot where Betty takes Jughead on their first date where she sets up a makeshift drive in by the lake knowing how much Jug misses it

I am always up for a good old fashioned writing challenge, my friend!

“Betty, I don’t understand why I’m blind folded? Not all of us have the natural grace of a seasoned athlete, like you”

Jughead grumbled underneath the tie wrapped around his eyes, tripping over a thick tree limb.

Betty couldn’t help the tiny giggle that escaped as she helped her very clumsy date stand upright.

“ oh hush juggie, this is supposed to be a fun surprise, you don’t get to have too many first dates.” She said tugging him along.

Jughead let her pull him pouting,

“Well it smells like nature and outside”

Betty snorted and he finally said what had been on his mind since she had asked him on this date.

“I know I haven’t been on many of these, or even one of these, but it’s to my understanding that the boy should ask the girl on the first date and probably do most of the planning?”

He heard Betty huff out a breath and knew she was getting ready to rant. This was one of his favorite sides of Betty.

“Says who? There is no rule that states men have exclusive rights to first dates, that is just a societal misconception made up by egotistical macho men who want to show they are the smarter sex. I planned this date because I wanted too.”

She got quiet for a second before she continued

“Also it didn’t seem like you were getting ready to ask me anytime soon so, I was being proactive.”

Jughead blushed deep scarlet and as soon as he opened his mouth to speak she beat him to it.

“Anyway you can stop complaining we’re here.” He could hear the smile in her voice.

“So I can take this thing off my face?”

He felt it being unknotted before it fell to the flor in front of him.

He almost wanted to put it back on to make sure what he was seeing in front of him was real.

There in the middle of the woods was a huge white sheet held up by two trees right by the river. An old fashioned projector that he recognized from the drive in, (it was his favorite one he would watch movies on the wall with that one for hours,)was propped a distance from it and there was a picnic blanket laid out right in front of the sheet.
His eyes immediately found all the food and his stomach growled involuntarily.
On the blanket was piles of film reels from all different types of genres.

His very own riverside drive in.

He heard Betty clear her threat from behind him

“I know it’s not the drive in, but I know how bad you miss that place and I managed to snag a few things before they tore it down, i was gonna just give them to you, but I figured this might be better…”

She trailed off playing with her fingers waiting for his response.

He stared at her for what felt like ages, watching her wiggle a little under his gaze.

When finally he took two large strides and had her wrapped up in his arms and his mouth on hers.

She tasted like mint toothpaste and strawberries and cream.

He had never tasted anything that good in his life.

And he’d tasted plenty of things.

When they both pulled away for air she laughed

“So I guess you like it?”

He pulled her back in kissing her slowly before pulling away

“Best first date ever.”

anonymous asked:

Hello, Aga from Poland. :D I really love your fics. If you have time I have a prompt: It’s Derek birthday after he leaves town and Stiles drunk dialing. Bonus if Sheriff walks in and take his phone and wishes Derek happy birthday.

Oh, thank you!! <3

Since the fandom’s pretty much agreed that Derek’s birthday is on Christmas, I decided to use that here. Hope you enjoy!!

He’s had entirely too much eggnog to be left alone with his phone. His dad should know that. His friends should definitely know that.

But Scott’s busy, caught up in some kind of mating dance with Allison that involves hanging out awkwardly in doorways under the mistletoe and sending her sad eyes, and Lydia’s keeping Allison company at the other side of the room while she sends covert, longing glances back. His dad’s laughing with Melissa with that love-struck sort of look that’s been building up in his eyes for years long now, and probably hadn’t even noticed Stiles swiping the bottle, adding way too much rum after he’d ducked back into the kitchen with it. It’s a holiday, after all, and he’s allowed to have a drink to celebrate.

His dad just didn’t specify how much drink the drink was allowed to have.

So when Stiles ends up in his bedroom, staring at his phone, it’s everyone’s fault, really, and no one’s. Honestly it feels kind of inevitable. Him lying in his room, on the outskirts of the mating dances, scrolling idly through his contact list until he pauses on a familiar number. He has it memorized even though he probably shouldn’t, but this might not be the first time he’s opened up his contact list to stare at it these past few weeks. To look at the name typed out over the digits, to wonder at the way so few letters can leave his chest writhing with so many unresolved feelings.

He lifts his thumb, brushes across the short word fondly, and jumps as the phone registers an attempt to call and starts dialing.

Stiles seriously shouldn’t be surprised that it happened. He’s a clumsy, melancholy drunk, and it’s about time he accepts it.

The phone continues to ring while he stares, transfixed, at the tiny image of a phone blinking on his screen. Connecting… connecting…

It’s the phone’s fault, he decides. That stupid, sensitive touch screen, stirring up trouble by calling people it has no business in calling, just because Stiles had been maybe brushing his thumb across that name, thinking about hearing that stupid grumpy voice. And so maybe he’d been imagining the smooth screen was a rough, stubble-covered jaw, been half lost in imagining what it might feel like under his fingers… but that’s no reason for his phone to go ahead and call him.

And Derek’s surprised too, it seems like, because while Stiles is busy scowling at the stupid device, he answers, and there’s a startled lilt in his voice when he says Stiles’ name.

Stiles should probably just say he’d dialed the wrong number, or shoot out a quick, cheerful “Merry Christmas” and let that be that.

“You’re not here,” is what slips out instead, his hands clenching a little, his lips twisting into a pout that probably carries into his tone.

There’s a short silence from Derek’s end, and then an amused huff of air.

“Are you just noticing that?”

Keep reading

take this burden - part 19

[ ends of the earth - lord huron ]


They woke to Rou flinging the door open and loudly informing them that there were pancakes downstairs.

‘Jesus, Rou, what if we’d been naked?’

‘Absolutely nothing.’


She walked off.

‘Should I be offended?’ He Tian asked.

‘That’s a safe bet.’

They’d shifted slightly as they slept.

Somehow, Felix had acquired the majority of the blanket.

When He Tian didn’t get out of the bed, Mo Guan Shan climbed over him.

He Tian followed him to the bathroom.

Mo Guan Shan said something unintelligible, his mouth full of toothpaste.


Mo Guan Shan spit.

‘Did you bring a toothbrush?’

‘No, I completely spaced. I’m fine until we get home.’

‘You can use mine if you want.’

‘Isn’t that kind of…gross?’

‘Compared to what? Spending the day with un-brushed teeth?’

He Tian had no response.

He took the toothbrush when Mo Guan Shan offered it to him.

Mo Guan Shan sat on the edge of the tub while he cleaned his teeth.

‘Sorry about last night.’

He Tian glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.

‘What do you mean?’

‘I try not to drink that much on a regular basis. I hope I wasn’t too bad.’

‘What’s the last thing you remember?’ He Tian asked warily.

‘Taking a shower.’

He Tian sighed in intense relief.

‘Shit, did I do something stupid?’ Mo Guan Shan asked.

‘Nope, you just went to sleep.’

‘Are you lying?’

‘Only a little.’

‘We didn't…’

‘No. I like to think that you’d remember that.’

‘I didn’t mean it like-’

‘I know, I’m kidding.’

He Tian spit out the toothpaste and rinsed his mouth out

‘So what’s the plan?’

‘I’m going to get some more of my stuff packed up and get Felix ready. We can head out after breakfast.’

‘Is there anything else you want to do while we’re here? Visit friends?’

Mo Guan Shan considered that for a moment before shaking his head.

‘I’d rather just go home and get settled in.’

He Tian followed him out of the bathroom to help him pack.

‘Home it is, then.’

They ate breakfast and said their goodbyes.

He Tian was surprised when each member of the family hugged him warmly.

‘Come back and visit soon.’ Mo Guan Shan’s mom told them firmly.

‘We will.’ Mo Guan promised.

He Tian tried not to smile.

We, huh?

Mo Guan Shan loaded Felix into the car in his carrier.

He was nothing but a fluffy, ginger, ball of anger and claws.

Mo Guan Shan didn’t ask for the keys this time either.

He relaxed with every mile He Tian put between their car and the city.

‘Sorry about telling my mom that we’re together. She just looked so happy…’

‘It’s ok, really. She wants to know that you’re safe and taken care of. It’s understandable.’

Mo Guan Shan nodded.

‘Yeah, i suppose so. You’re not mad though?’

‘Not at all. Why would I be?’

‘Well…you haven’t been in a relationship for thirteen years and I just barge in and tell my parents that you’re my boyfriend. I don’t imagine anyone would like that.’

‘It doesn’t bother me.’ He Tian assured him.

‘Well, thank you.’

‘Any time.’

The redhead rolled his eyes with a small smile.

‘Really? Even Christmas?’


‘I…can’t tell if you’re kidding.’

‘I’m not. They seem really nice. I liked them a lot.’

‘Just be careful. They might get attached and we’ll have to get married.’ He teased.

He Tian laughed.

‘I can think of worse fates.’

There was a long pause.

‘I’m going to tell Jian Yi you said that.’

‘Oh lord, please don’t.’

They both smiled.

‘You seem like you’re feeling better.’ He Tian observed.’

‘I am.’ Mo Guan Shan admitted.

‘I’m glad.’

They spent the next few hours in silence, listening to music, lost in thought.

Mo Guan Shan broke the silence.

‘So, what’s up with them? Jian Yi and Zhan Zhengxi.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Are they planning on getting married or anything? You said they’d been together for, like, a decade.’

‘Ok, I’m going to tell you something, but if you tell Jian Yi I will murder you.’

‘Jesus, I’m not sure if I even want to know now.’

‘Zhengxi has been planning to propose for over two years but hasn’t come up with the right way to do it.’

‘It’s not like he’s going to say no… right?’

‘Absolutely not. Zhengxi just feels like he has to make it special somehow, after all they’ve been through.’

‘Like what?’ Mo Guan Shan asked.

He Tian winced, realizing he’d said too much.

‘I’m…going to have to let Jian Yi tell you about that. I wouldn’t know about any of it if I hadn’t been around for it.’

‘Are you really going to build it up like that and not tell me?’

He Tian sighed.

He never really talked to anyone so he wasn’t used to censoring himself or keeping secrets.

‘You have to PROMISE me you won’t say anything. Ever.’

‘I promise.’

He Tian hesitated.

‘Zhengxi cheated on him a few years ago.’


‘It wasn’t a huge thing, he didn’t sleep with her or anything-’

‘Her?’ Mo Guan Shan interrupted.

‘Yeah, that was the issue. Jian Yi is a remarkably understanding, forgiving person. But after so many years of Zhengxi telling him he was straight, it was pretty brutal.’

‘I can imagine.’

‘What ended up happening?’

‘Zhengxi stayed with me for almost three months. The girl, she was a friend of theirs, went to Jian Yi taking full responsibility. She was going through her own shit with some guy and said it was entirely her fault and Zhengxi had turned her down.’

‘And Jian Yi forgave him?’

‘Eventually, yeah. He said they should start fresh and let it go.’

‘What happened with the girl?’

‘She quit her job at The Wolf and none of us have heard from her since.’

‘What’s The Wolf?’

He Tian chuckled.

‘That’s my club. The Black Wolf.’

‘Oh…I’m sorry. I feel like I should know that.’

‘I doubt anyone has said the name. Everyone typically just says He Tian’s place.

‘It’s weird, I just realized I’ve never heard you say your own name before.’

He Tian thought about that.

‘I guess I don’t really say my name often. Does anyone?’

‘Probably not.’

‘You do it.’

‘Say your name?’

‘No, yours.’

‘…Mo Guan Shan.’

‘Ok, now mine.’

‘You want me to say your name?’

He Tian flushed.

‘Well, not now that you’ve made it weird.’

Mo Guan Shan laughed softly.

‘He Tian.’

The man in question smiled, his face still bright red.

‘Your turn.’

He Tian tried to clear his head.

‘Mo Guan Shan.’

‘I like your voice.’


‘Really.’ Mo Guan Shan assured him.

‘No one’s ever told me that.’

‘Something tells me there’s a lot of nice things about you that no one’s ever told you about.’

‘Should I be offended by that?’

‘No. I can tell you what I like about you so far, if you want.’

‘You really don’t have to do that.’ He Tian said, tightening his hands on the steering wheel.’

‘But I really want to.’

‘Ok…’ He was expecting a few generic compliments.

‘I like the way your eyes sparkle when you smile.’

‘…thank you.’

‘And the way you squeeze my hand when you laugh.’

He Tian had no idea how to respond to these facts.

‘And the way you offer me a cigarette when you don’t want to smoke alone.’


‘And the way you look away when you’re embarrassed.’


‘And the way you try not to smile when you’re lying.’



‘And the way you turn someone away when they’re clearly drunk and being an idiot.’


‘The way you’ll sleep on the floor because someone selfishly asks you to stay the night.’


‘You. I like you. I really, really, do.’

‘You shouldn’t.’ He Tian whispered.

‘Why not?’ Mo Guan Shan asked, defiant.

‘I have… a lot of baggage.’

‘I don’t care.’

‘You don’t understand.’

‘You’ve handled everything I’ve thrown at you so far.’

‘I guess…’

‘Let me do that for you.’

‘It’s different.’

‘I. Don’t. Care.’


He Tian, you drove me home. I could have stayed there. But I didn’t.’

‘Why didn’t you?’ He Tian asked.

‘If I don’t stick around and, at least, try to figure all this out, I’d hate myself.

‘You’re going to hate me, Mo Guan Shan.’

‘Why don’t you let me figure that out for myself.’

‘I’m not going to-’

‘I’m not asking you to fuck me.’

‘What are you asking me for?’ He Tian asked, honestly confused.

‘Give me a chance. Baggage and all.’

‘Do you want me to be your…’

‘I just want you to be with me while I sleep. Even if it’s on the floor.’

Mo Guan Shan’s confident words didn’t match the way his voice shook.

‘I can do that.’



Zelda's Log: Love, Present Tense (NSFW)

Yesterday was the birthday of my dear friend @haunted-realm . I wrote this for her, and she allowed me to share it with you all. I hope you enjoy it as much as her.

This is after the prologue I posted before.

‘Sleep with me, please’.

Zelda’s words made him pale as if some unknown foe had drained his life force away from him.

‘What are you thinking?’, Zelda asked, starting to blush, ‘I just don’t want to sleep alone’.

‘No- nothing!’, he exclaimed - something pretty unusual for him - stepping backwards, as if preparing to be scolded by her. ‘I’ll let you get changed. I’m doing the same, then we can discuss the arrangements’.

He walked down the stairs, stiff as a stick, not even trying to look at her.

Zelda used this to quickly discard her old white dress - that needed serious mending - along with her jewels and shoes, and put on the simple embroidered cotton nightie Link had left on the desk chair for her.

‘Link, I’m ready’, she said, leaning on the railing of the mezzanine, ‘co…’

Her eyes settled on his naked back.

That scar. She remembered it very well. The very thought of it gave her a pang in her heart.

‘…me up’.

He jolted, turning to her, and pulling the shirt of his pajamas down his back. His expression was as if she had really upset him.

‘I’m sorry’, she apologized, rushing down the stairs to meet him, ‘I didn’t mean to’.

He nodded, accepting her apology, but downcast nonetheless.

They got in the small bed, Zelda on the side facing the wall, Link on the outer face, their backs almost touching. They remained in silence, not even trying to fall asleep trying to forget the uncomfortable moment.

The moonlight sieved through the window, covering all in a soft bluish light.

‘I am not proud of that scar’, he started, ‘It reminds me I should have protected you, and I failed you’.

‘We both failed’, she emphasized, turning to him, embracing him, ‘But we overcame. You should take your own advice, you know? Stop feeling guilty, be less hard on yourself’.

He nodded, and hummed affirmatively.

‘Don’t forget I care about you’ - she patted his head - ‘You can trust me’.

‘I know you do’, he answered her, turning to face her. ‘I… heard the bard’s song…about what happened a hundred years ago’.

'What does it say?’, Zelda asked, not knowing well what he meant.

‘it says you…’ - he hesitated - ‘loved me’.

Zelda huffed, looking away.

'I have to make an amendment to that’, she smiled, 'it should be I love you, present tense…’ - she paused- ‘It’s alright if you don’t feel the same way’.

Link remained in silence, not realizing the redness on his face.

'I still can’t recall all of my memories, so I don’t know if I had feelings for you before, but’ - he held her hand - 'I do know one thing: I am in love with the girl from my memories, present tense’.

Zelda’s fingertips loosened from his grip to caress his cheek. In exchange, he held her palm and kissed it.

Their bodies melted into an embrace not only of affection, but also of comfort and solace. As their foreheads touched, their noses rubbed, making them smile.

Zelda initiated the kiss, soft and tender, to Link’s surprise. He reciprocated, more timidly.

Their kissing slowly escalated from chaste to open-mouthed kisses, mixed with nervous giggles, excited shivers and tighter embraces.

Hands started wandering away from comfort zones, stopping right before falling into improper grounds.

‘Can I…?’, they asked each other simultaneously, nodding to answer their common doubt.

They started getting acquainted with each other’s bodies, recognizing their differences and rejoicing in them.

Softness. Curves. Slopes. Roughness.Hardness. Tautness.

'Stop’. His voice called a halt, panting nervously. He sat on his side of the bed.

‘Why?’, Zelda asked, doing the same, 'it felt really good’.

'Because’ - Link paused to choose his words carefully - 'it makes me want to do things to you I am not sure you want’.

'Like letting you take me and make me yours?’, she asked, blushing at the words, ‘I’ve been pretty much wanting that since you saved me from the Yiga’.

'Oh, wow’, was his very eloquent answer.

'Let us do it, then’, she chuckled, taking off her nightie, and kissing him full on the lips.

He was perplexed at what was in front of him. 'You truly are a goddess incarnate’, he muttered.

She just smiled, and helped him undress, until both ended naked. They caressed each other in silence, shivering of sheer thrill, memorizing their bodies, kissing each other until their arousal was too much to bear.

He laid her down, spreading her legs enough to position himself.

‘Go ahead’, she instructed him with a smile.

He penetrated her body as slowly and gently as possible, but even that way she whimpered a little.

'Are you..?’, he almost whispered.

'I’m fine’, she panted, 'it hurts a little, but it feels good’.

Thrusts were slow, going in crescendo as both felt more comfortable and started enjoying themselves.

Her folds were warm, moist, and inviting; her body felt so good, so right. Every second inside her he felt closer to fade into her.

Her sweaty skin against his.

Her sweet whispers and soft moans in his ear.

Her thighs strongly wrapped around his hips.

Zelda then, unexpectedly, started panting and moaning wildly, her release taking over her, in a burst of pleasure that dragged Link along her, leaving him shivering from the same sensations as her.

'That…’ - he panted, with a hoarse voice - 'was incredible’.

She nodded, kissing him on the cheek, cuddling against him for a moment, to recover her breath.

'I call dibs on the big spoon’, she said, containing a yawn, and incorporating to grab the blankets to cover both of them.

'And I’m good with that’, he accommodated himself, turning on his side.

She wrapped her left arm around his torso, and he laced his fingers with hers. He mumbled a goodnight to her beloved, and swiftly fell asleep.

Before drifting away in slumber, she realized the scar on his back was inches away from her face.

She kissed it quickly before closing her eyes, and snuggled closer to the one she loves.

[Vegebul Smutfest] (Day 1: Toys) “Show Me, Bulma”

Alright folks, here’s my submission for the smutfest.

By the way, this is my FIRST lemon EVER, so please be kind, it really is my first time… *wink*


Vegeta tossed and turned in bed in frustration.


This was his third sleepless night in a row and he couldn’t fucking take it anymore.

What the hell was that goddamned noise?

Whatever it was, he knew where it was coming from: Bulma’s room, and he also knew he was dangerously close to killing that annoying woman once and for all.

He finally got up, angrily picking up the boxers that lay on the ground. The Saiyan had spent his entire life sleeping naked, but ever since that time he’d made a late-night visit to the kitchen’s massive fridge and he’d gotten caught by a very embarrassed blue haired scientist, he’d made sure he was always dressed before leaving his bedroom.

The Prince walked through the corridor in the dark, running his hand through his wild mane and irritably cursing under his breath. Whatever experiment was taking place inside Bulma’s room was ending tonight. One way or another…

Once he reached the woman’s bedroom, he stopped, silently standing in front of the closed door.

There it was again.

That damned buzzing noise.  

Keep reading

Personal Injuries

Tokugawa Ieyasu/MC

WOHOOOOOO the overdue Chapter 4 is heereeeeeeeee! Warning for meanie, bully Ieyasu and his mind games. I’m sorry not sorry, he will grow, I promise!

“Say, kitchen wench, why do you think you are here now in my chamber?”

“… You, you requested me, Milord…?”

“Obviously. But why do you think?”

Only you and the God of Tanuki knows. “I… don’t know.”

“Now that’s a lie. You don’t act like you don’t know.”

Damn that smirk of his.


“To… to serve you…,” in bed, her mind finished her sentence.

“Hmm, that’s not wrong,” he said, seemingly thinking of something.

The chirps of the crickets outside sounded loud in the silence that followed. Oh, how she wished she were one of them.



He indicated the direction of the bedding with a shrug. “Bed. Now.”

It was told in fairy tales, many times, that when a woman in dire situations prays hard enough, a kindly god would save her from her peril by turning her into something – a tree, a seafoam, a fish. She called for help from whatever gods were listening.

But apparently, there were none that night.

“Don’t,” she could hear the ire rising in his voice, “make me repeat myself.”

She chewed her bottom lip. What could she do, what should she do? Bits of conversations she had heard from castle maids came back to her – how it was better to go along, to let it pass quickly, to let men do what they want to do, that it wasn’t that bad, that you would get over it, that they would protect us – we should show gratitude, that resisting them would have consequences…

“I-,” the word escaped her mouth.

Ieyasu lifted his eyes from the floor, daring her to speak.

“I-I-I am… I am inexperienced, M-Milord,” she stammered, hoping that the fact would dissuade him.

But it was met with a chuckle. “You don’t say…”




“Do you prefer to be dragged by your hair?”

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Darcy and Bucky. 60: Before you decide to murder me, let me explain...

“Damn neat freak. Why can’t he just leave things out where I need them?” Darcy muttered as she shuffled through Steve’s desk as carefully as possible. If she’d had more time to take photo evidence and ensure she put everything back where it was, she would have. But she’d only been able to convince Nat to kick Steve’s ass for two bouts in the ring, maybe three tops. She didn’t want to encourage too much saltiness between teammates, after all.

“I don’t know if it’s the army or your own tight-assed nature Steve, but why the hell do you have to hide your stuff?”

He’d let her go through his sketches a week earlier and she’d found it. The perfect image she needed for her next attack on Sam. Steve had doodled him as a pin-up model, flirty posture, heels and everything. And it was the exact logo she needed to brand her new assault. Literally. If only Steve hadn’t taken away the notebook as soon as he heard her mildly evil chuckle. Spoilsport. 

If she could just find the damn sketchbook.

She had just started gently rifling through the sock drawer when there was a soft click and the door swung open behind her. Her hands clenched and she plastered a placating smile on as she turned her head. But her teasing cajole died in her throat. That wasn’t Stevie Wonder Boy at the door.

It was Bucky.


“Before you decide to murder me, let me explain…”

Keep reading

[Voltron]: Catch me if I fall

I’m back again with a fic! This should have been posted a week after S2 came out but I’m slow af at writing and life is always a bit hard… but here it is. My first Kallura fic! (Complete with slow burns and denial of feelings)

Title: Catch me if I fall

Words: 12,859

Summary: Ever since the five paladins began to really work together as a team, Allura swore to herself that as long as the universe was at stake, she’d always put their feelings above her own, no matter what the circumstances were. She thought it’d be simple—easy, even. What she didn’t expect, however, was for the complications to arise from within herself.

Alternatively, Allura tries not to fall for Keith.

(Spoiler alert: it doesn’t work.)

Special thanks to the usuals ( @stardusted @quarrely @klance-my-way @panda013 @voltrash) for cheering me on along the way and reading bits and pieces over for me as I work. I love you all ❤️

preview below :)


“Uh, Princess, not to refute your ideas or dispute your skill as a pilot or anything,” Hunk begins, holding an index finger up, “but can I just point out that if you were in the Black Lion and an emergency should occur, who would we count on to wormhole a way out for us?”

“Precisely!” Coran shouts, gesturing wildly towards the yellow paladin in gratitude. “Allura, you know what Zarkon is capable of—”

“Which is exactly why it should be me,” she finishes. “As for the wormhole, there are always solutions around that. It isn’t ideal, but we’d be able to manage.”

“Okay, I don’t know about you guys, but we’ve had way too many close shaves for me to feel completely comfortable with this,” Hunk says. “I mean, is—is that just me? Do you guys see what I’m saying here, or have you all forgotten the times Zarkon nearly had us?”

“No, I mean, I’m actually with Hunk on this one,” Lance pipes up. “We’ve had far too many close calls.”

“No offense to you or anything, Princess,” Pidge adds, “but I think even Slav would say that if you piloted the Black Lion, there’d be no realities that exist in which we get out of this alive. I’m sorry, but I’d have to agree. Without Allura manning the castle during critical points in a battle, the chances of survival will tank.”

“We don’t have a choice,” Allura maintains. Only one person hasn’t spoken yet. Turning her head to the red paladin, she asks, “Keith, what do you think?”

Her eyes lock onto his as Keith looks up and she sees her firm resolve mirrored back in them.

“I think Allura should pilot the Black Lion.”

“What?” Lance squawks. “Are you crazy? You’re crazy. Are you all hearing this guy? He’s crazy!”

“You heard what the Princess said,” Keith says firmly. “It isn’t ideal but we don’t—we don’t have another choice.”

He finishes the sentence on a subdued note, and when Keith looks away, Allura notices it. Upon seeing his face, she recognizes the same shifty eyes and avoidant gaze from the night they had caught each other trying to leave the castle during Zarkon’s chase. Though the situation is not as obvious as finding Keith sneaking around the pods with a bag of his belongings, one thing is clear to Allura.

He’s holding back from telling them something.

[read the rest on ao3 here!]


Characters: AJ Styles x OFC, Kenny Omega

Warnings: NSFW, sexual content, light daddy kink, consensual rough oral sex, age difference

Summary: The most decorated female wrestler on the independent circuit, you fly all the way to Japan to join a very elite club - but there’s only one way in under the leader, AJ Styles.

A quick shoutout to the people who asked to be tagged! If you want to be tagged in my future writings, let me know! @llowkeys @livingthestrongstyle @alexahood21 @wrestlingbabe @the-geekgoddes @bizclizbaybay and of course, my wrestling soulmate @toosweetme 👀

Keep reading

I wrote a thing... hope you don't mind!

“You need to stop with the glitching. At this rate, it’s gonna be more you than me.”

Anti sighed, pushing Sean’s voice down without a second thought. “They love me more than you. Besides, you and Robin can un-edit all of this later.” He smirked and glitched out another part of the facecam.

“But that’ll take forever! We have a schedule to stick to, you know.”

“That’s nice, I don’t care.” Anti growled.

Anti and Sean’s bickering was cut short by the power flickering, then the sound of a pained groan downstairs.

“WHY?” Signe shouted, loudly enough to reach them all the way in the recording room.

“You want me to go-” Anti started.

“Please.” Sean said flatly.

Anti, instead of taking the stairs like a normal person, simply glitched through the floor into the doorway of Signe’s room. Signe was sitting in the dark, slumped back in her chair, and dragging her hands through her hair in irritation. The screen of her computer was on Photoshop. She didn’t appear to be working on anything.

Anti had to take a moment; he had an awful crush on her and could barely speak to her without getting flustered. He hardly knew what to say to her when she was happy. What should he say now?

“Uh… hey?” Anti said. It sounded more like a question than he wanted it to.

Signe jumped slightly. She must not have noticed him. “What- Oh, Sean. Aren’t you supposed to be editing?”

His response came a little easier. “Anti, actually.” He corrected, pushing off of the doorframe and standing next to her. “And, yeah, we are. But, uh, we heard you.” Was it weird to refer to both himself and Sean? Did she think it was weird? “So… what was that about?”

Signe straightened up a bit. “I was working on a commission all day. But after the power flickered, Photoshop crashed and-” she glared at her computer angrily, “I lost everything. I was nearly done, too. I’m gonna have to redo all of it.”

Anti frowned. How was he supposed to know how to respond to that?

Sean spoke up in his mind. “You know what would be great right now? If we had something that could glitch into the computer and find whatever she was drawing.”

“You really think so?” Anti asked. He turned to Signe, who was staring at him. He must have said that out loud. “Sean gave me an idea. May I-”

“Go for it.” she said.

He placed one hand on the mouse and glitched again. It’s probably something untitled. He sensed a corrupted photoshop file, and suddenly knew this had to be what he was looking for. He used his magic to fix it, and brought it up.

Signe gasped. “It worked! Thank you!”

Anti stepped back, and was caught off guard by Signe nearly tackling him in a hug. “You’re a lifesaver, Anti!”

Anti blushed. That was the first time he’d heard that. “Uh…” He awkwardly returned the hug, blushing profusely. “You’re welcome.”

///I had to write it, it was just too cute! *disappears into the void*

Regrets (Angst/Fluff Nessian Fic)

Feeling some Nessian recently

I miss them so so much

None of the characters used are mine. All copyright of Sarah J. Maas.


Nesta stared at the white wall in front of her. She couldn’t feel anything. Only her two hands enclosing Cassian’s large limp one. It had been over three days now.

Three days of silence in Cassian’s room.

Three days since the ambush from the Rogue Illyrians.

Three days since Cassian was stabbed over and over again in the battlefield.

Three days since he’s been in a coma, with no clue whether he would ever wake up again.

Nesta had a lot of regrets in her life. For treating Feyre the way she was before she left to Prythian. For never stopping Elain from almost marrying that asshole of a man. For being so bitter half the time with everyone she meets. But the greatest regret, she decided at that moment, was that she never told Cassian that she accepted the mate bond. That she does love him. That she wanted him, all of him. The days where he just wants to spite her, the days he’s all touchy with her and even the nights when he wakes up with a nightmare. She wants all of it. And all she wished for right now was to be able to tell him all this.

But no.

That was impossible.

He’s in a coma that he may never wake up from.

Nesta felt her eyes tear up once more. She had cried the past three days and, even now, she had more tears to shed. She couldn’t handle it. She missed him. More than she thought she ever would  in her life. Growing up the way she did, she thought she could reign in her emotions. But when it comes to Cassia, her mate, she loses all sense of self control.

She brought up his hand to her lips, kissing the calloused knuckles softly, her tears sliding down her cheek without her knowing.

“I’m waiting for you, Cassian. Please wake up.”

With that, she placed his hand back on his side before leaving the room for some air. Mother knows how long she’s been sitting there. She’s lost all sense of time.


Nesta walked back into Cassian’s room at exactly 10 PM. With her was a bouquet of dark red roses that she picked from the Night Court garden outside within a vase filled with water. She settled the vase on Cassian’s bedside before kissing his forehead softly.

He looked thinner. His body was sitll built, of course, but his skin was pale and his face looked slightly gaunt. She wanted to wake him up if she could. Tell him she made, or well tried to, his favorite meal. But she knew that was impossible.

Nest sat on the small gap at the edge of the bed. Without thinking, she laid down, curling herself against Cassian’s limp body. Her cheek was resting on his bare chest as she felt the soft rise and fall of his chest.

“Please wake up,” she muttered as she rested on of her hands on his chest.


Please wake up.

It was that voice again that he heard every day. Morning, afternoon, night, whenever. It sounded so much like home. He was desperate to reach it. To find the source of that voice. It sounded so familiar to him, like something he’d been dreaming to hear for centuries.

So Cassian followed that voice, willing himself to pull through. Without knowing, he had opened his eyes before quickly shutting them again. His vision was disoriented as things turned above him. He blinked a few more times before finally being able to keep it open without wanting to go back to where he just came from.

Cassian tried lifting his arm only to feel something warm pressed against it. He glanced down, his eyes widening at the sight.

I must be dreaming. I must be dreaming. I must be dreaming.

Cassian could not think of anything else. It must be a dream. Nesta would never want to be this close to him, let alone be in a room with him.

He carefully pulled his arm out from beside her and wrapped it around the back of her shoulder. He felt her immediately jolt before she sat rod straight, her eyes wandering around the room.

“Nesta,” Cassian called out, his voice hoarse.

Nesta turned her head, praying, praying to the Mother that this wasn’t one of her cruel dreams.

Cassian had a small smile on his face when Nesta faced him. A hand flew up to her mouth, containing the gasp of shock and relief as tears threatened to spill from her eyes once more.

“He-,” he cleared his throat, “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Nesta shook her head as sobs wracked her body.

He’s awake. He’s awake. He’s awake.

She didn’t even think before she threw herself onto him, her arms wrapping around his shoulders and her head buried in the crook of his neck.

“Cassian,” she sobbed, tightening her grip further before quickly falling back.

“I-I’m sorry. Did I hurt you? Did I-“

She was cut off when Cassian pulled her onto his lap, fighting through his exhaustion to hold her close. He buried his face in her neck, leaving one soft kiss there.

“What’s wrong? What happened?”

“I thought you were dead.”

Cassian stiffened, “What?”

Nesta turned slightly to face him, cupping his face in her hands.

“Y-You don’t remember?”

He shook his head.

“The Rogue Illyrians. They ambushed the camp. None of your men died but you-,” she choked on her sob, “You were stabbed. Multiple times all over the body. A-And they cut your wings. They cut your wings Cassian. Thankfully Rhys knew how to save them from the first time. B-But there was so much blood. Your eyes were closed and when I called for you-“

Nesta couldn’t finish when the memory flashed back in her mind. Cassian was in a pool of his own bloods. His eyes were closed and he wasn’t waking up when she called him. And his wings, Mother, his wings. Nesta had never feared for anything more in her life. He had almost lost his wings once, he couldn’t lose them now. So with everything in her, she winnowed them back to the House of Wind. She screamed for anyone that was nearest and demanded, demanded, they helped him.

Cassian pulled her closer against him, burying his face in her hair. He stroked her back softly as his memories flooded back in. He was fighting and, for one of the few times in his life, he was caught off guard. One of the Rogue Illyrians had stabbed him in the wings before he followed through until one of his men pulled him off.

“Nesta,” he rasped out.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I never told you I love you. I don’t hate you, Cassian. I love you. I accept the bond. I want to be your mate. I want you to be mine. I don’t want anyone else. Please, forgive me. I never hated you. Please,” she begged as sobs kept racking her body. She didn’t know how to stop them. All her pent up emotions spilled at that one moment.

Cassian stilled at her words.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

He never thought she would say those three words to him. He was prepared to spend his life content that he could simply be acquaintances with Nesta. He never thought-

“Nesta,” he cupped her face softly before she pulled away, “Please, beautiful.”

She shook her head as she buried her face in his neck again. So he let her stay there until her tears quieted down. He heard quiet sniffles coming from her as her grip around him never relented.

“Nesta,” she let him cup her face this time, “Did you just say-Did you-You love me?”

Nesta couldn’t help but roll her eyes, “Yes, you brute. I love you. And I realised that I should have never pushed you away. Three days knowing you might have died was torture for me. I thought I missed my chance. That-That I never had the chance to show you what it felt like to have someone. To not be alone anymore,” she mumbled at the last bit.

Cassian didn’t have any words for the woman in front of him. He knew he had loved her the moment he saw her. He just never expected her to say the words back.

“Nesta,” he rasped out before pressing his lips against hers. Damned the memories and damned the consequences, all he wanted was her right now.

Any sane thoughts left Nesta’s mind the moment his lips pressed against hers. She didn’t still. She didn’t sit there with her eyes wide. She kissed him back. She kissed him with everything she had, with every ounce of love and longing that she had pent up for the longest time.

Nesta pushed Cassian back against the bed slowly as she ended up straddling him. Her hands cupped his face as they kissed slowly, tenderly like they had all the time in the world. His hands were on her hips, squeezing every once in awhile when their tongues would touch.

They only pulled back when they were out of breathe, their faces flushed and their chest rising and falling from the lack of breathe. But they were both smiling,their faces the happiest that they’ve ever been.

“I love you. I love you,” Nesta whispered to him as she leaned her forehead against his, “Let me make it up to you. Let me take care of you.”

“You don’t owe me anything, love.”

She shook her head, “I owe you everything and more.”

Cassian leaned up and pecked her lips softly, “Then just stay here with me tonight.”

She grinned, “I was never planning on leaving.”


Cassian huffed with his arms crossed as Nesta fussed over his sheets. It’s been a few days after Cassian had regained consciousness and she had not left his side even once. The Inner Circle had visited moments after he woke up when Nesta ran down the halls quickly after their kiss to tell them. All of them were overjoyed, thankful that he wasn’t dead. Cassian only teased them that they couldn’t live without him.

“Nesta, they’re fine. It’s fine.”

She didn’t listen to him. Cassian rolled his eyes before wrapping one of his arms around her waist and pulling her on top of him.


He chuckled, kissing her forehead softly as she sat sideways on his lap.

“Stop fussing. I’m fine. I can practically fly already if you aren’t worrying so much.”

She rolled her eye as she quickly got off him. He whimpered, giving her a sad look.

“No, Cassian. You’re still weak. I might hurt you.”

“Nesta, you weigh nothing in my arms. Frankly I think you need to eat more. You’ve been cooped up these past few days with me.”

Cassian was actually still confused as to why Nesta hadn’t brought him food if she accepted the bond. But he wasn’t about to rush her, he was happy with everything right now.

He saw Nesta gulp as she sat on the empty space beside him. He took her hand and kissed the knuckle before stroking it softly with his thumb.

“Nesta, please. Stop fussing. I know you’re worried but I’m fine. Go eat something. Or go out with Feyre. Or Elain. Or anyone. You deserve it.”

She shook her head before kissing his forehead.

“I’ll go get your bath ready.”

Cassian rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the smile on his face as she left to the bathroom. He loved Nesta with everything in him but he didn’t want her to fuss. She had spent days taking care of him. Running his baths, preparing his clothes, fixed his sheets, anything that would keep her near him.

Nesta walked back out of the room when the sound of water running resonated throughout the room. Cassian got up, only wearing a pair of pants since there was still a multitude of bandages around him. She couldn’t help but stare.

“It’s all yours you know,” Cassian teased as he kissed her cheek. She felt a blush crawl up her neck to her cheeks.

“Go get something to eat for yourself, Nesta. Please.” Cassia begged, his eyes soft and filled with worry.

She sighed, “Fine. But go bathe.”

“Yes, ma’am!” he saluted with a teasing grin before walking off.

Nesta was smiling the whole way to the kitchen.


Nesta balanced a tray of food in one hand while opening the door in the other. She heard the sloshing of water from the bathroom, meaning Cassian was still bathing.

Good. I have a few minutes to collect my thoughts.

When Nesta was preparing her food, she realised that she hadn’t officially accepted the bond with Cassian. She had never felt more like an idiot that moment. She had declared her love to him, said she accepted the bond but hadn’t done anything to make it official.

You’re so stupid sometimes, her mind seemed to tell her.

Shut up, she snapped back.

So she had tried her best to prepare Cassian’s favorite food along with hers as she decided at that moment that she would prove to him she accepted the bond. Nesta knew he was patient, which is why he never asked her.

He deserves better. But I’ll be damned if I don’t try to be what he needs.

Cassian walked out of the bathroom with a new pair of pants and a towel in his hands as he dried his long hair. He smiled at Nesta as he walked towards the bed before stopping in his way when he saw the tray of food on his bedside.

Is she-

“I realized that I never accepted the bond officially,” Nesta said shyly, “So I was wondering if you’d eat with me now.”

Cassian smiled softly at her as he tossed the towel into the bathroom.

“And you thought I would reject.”

She shrugged, “Well, I don’t know. I’ve never had a…I’ve never had-“ she blushed, “I’ve never had someone willingly court me before. Especially some 500 year old Illyrian,” she teased towards the end.

Cassian’s eyes widen as he sat beside her on his bed. He pulled her onto his lap.

“No one has ever courted you before?”

She shrugged nonchalantly, “They were all courting me either for my sister or because I was one of the few females left my age that was unmarried.”

Cassian shook his head, “They’re all stupid then,” he said with a smile.

Nesta smiled back at him with a small laugh. She grabbed the tray of food before settling in on her lap.

“I tried making your favorite. Azriel told me what it was. But it came out a little lopsided and bu-“

Cassian stopped her rambling with his lips. He cupped one of Nesta’s cheek before pulling away with a cheeky smile.

“I would eat anything you give me. Even if it was burnt or lopsided.”

Nesta huffed, trying to hide the blush that was crawling up her neck.

I swear. I’ve never blushed in my life and this 500 year old Illyrian can do it in seconds.

I can hear you, Nesta, love.

She glared at him as she snapped her mental barriers shut like Rhys had taught her to. Cassian laughed as he reached for the spoon on his tray.

“No,” Nesta snatched it away, “I want to feed you.”

Cassian stared at her, his eyes gleaming with joy.


Nesta felt her heart ache that her mate had a day where he was cared for. He had done everything himself and for everybody else.

“Yes. Now open.”

“Are you sure about this, Nesta? Once I eat this, the bond will be permanent and-“

She shoved a spoonful of food into his mouth. He huffed as he chewed and swallowed before tossing Nesta a glare.

“Of course you’d do that. Everyone else gets a romantic bond acceptance and you shove the food into my mouth.”

Nesta grins, “You talk too much,” she said while eating her food before scooping another bite for Cassian.

He sighed exasperatedly at her words.

“Hey,” Nesta called before she kissed his lips softly.

“I love you, Cassian.” she said when she pulled away with a soft smile on her face.

Cassian felt his heart beat faster at her words as he stared at her with all his emotions on display.

“I’m sorry the first one was unceremonious,” she mumbled as she brought up another spoonful, “I know it’s probably too late but, will you accept me as your mate?”

Cassian smiled as he pulled her uplifted hand closer to his mouth and took the spoonful of food. His eyes never left hers as he chewed and swallowed it down.

“I love you too,” he muttered as he cupped her cheeks.

“Good. You better.”

He laughed before she shoved another spoonful into his mouth. He couldn’t care less this time.