#not gonna lie when I first submitted this prompt i was more thinking about angst

[leenesomewhatdraws]

Novembmas, Day 13: First Train / Favorites !

Transcription:

[Ingo brings a mug to Emmet working on his laptop on the couch]

(E) [Emmet] (1) "Yayy ! Thanks, you're the best !"

(I) [Ingo] (2) "So does that mean I'm your favorite brother ?"

(E) (3) "But you're the only one I have ?"

[Ingo puts his head on Emmet's and hugs him from behind the couch]

(I) (4) "But am Iiii ?"

(E) (5) "Of course you are"

(I) (6) "Well you're also my favorite brother"

[musical-shit-show]

little taste of heaven

Pairing: Adam (Hazbin Hotel) x Sinner!Reader

Inspiration: Prompts #53 (“why don’t you make me?”) from Prompt List #1 and #78 (“oh, i’m gonna fucking ruin you.”) from Prompt List #2 with added inspiration taken from a request from the lovely @odins-nsfw

Warnings: cursing, Adam is an asshole (what else is new), tiny bit of angst if you squint, general kinda rough smut (18+, MINORS DNI!!!), oral sex (female receiving), face sitting, digital manipulation, unprotected sex, Adam and reader are definitely toxic, enemies that are also lovers :)

Word Count: 2,149

Author’s Note: This took me a little longer to write but I’m very happy with how it turned out! Definitely getting more comfortable with writing smut, and writing for Adam is still proving to be very fun. Thanks to everyone who has interacted with my other Adam one shots (which you can read here and here); it seriously means so much to see the positive feedback. I still have one more request in my inbox, but I will definitely be writing for more Hazbin characters as the year goes on (especially since we don’t know when the show is coming back). But if you’d like to submit an ask, check out my About Me page, Prompt Lists, and other works in my Masterlist! Thanks and happy reading, depraved sinners!

“Hey, toots, settle a bet for us, would ya?” you heard Angel Dust call to you from across the hotel lobby. Ever since Charlie Morningstar successfully staved off an attack from Heaven’s army, you decided to join her crusade towards redeeming the seemingly irredeemable.

You were first assigned as a quasi-concierge, since you had spent most of your time in Hell bouncing from one side of the Pride Ring to the other. You hopped up from your desk and met Angel, who was slumped across the bar; Husk was silently cleaning a glass, a small smirk on his feline face.

“What’s up, guys?” you breathed, counting the seconds until your shift ended. You were grateful for the free accommodations that the hotel provided, but you didn’t expect the afterlife would involve diving into the wonderful world of customer service.

The porn star shifted his gaze to Husk, and you could tell they were both up to something. “Are ya fuckin’ the angel or what?” the bartender asked, his voice gruff. Angel almost spit out the swig of malt liquor he had just taken.

You feigned confusion, turning to the spider-like demon. “Angel Dust, I think I would know if I were fucking the biggest porn star—”

“Actor.”

“—Actor,” you corrected yourself, “on this side of Hell. You should know he’s not my type, Husk, honest.”

Angel Dusk tsked. “You know that’s not who we’re talking about, babycakes,” he said, his voice lowering, “We’re talking about the angel. Or, I guess the fallen angel.”

Oh, shit.

You shifted uncomfortably on the barstool, swirling the whiskey glass Husk had placed in front of you. “No clue what you mean by that.”

“Bullshit,” Husk said testily.

“See, I told you she’d lie,” Angel drawled, smiling smugly, “You can read it on her pretty little face.” You could feel the heat creeping up your neck.

Yes, you had been fucking Adam. And yes, you had been keeping it from the rest of the hotel residents. Even after showing up—in a new demonic form, no less—to be redeemed, you knew no one, not even Charlie, trusted him fully after the last botched exorcism and direct attack on the hotel itself.

But he was drawn to you almost immediately, singling you out as someone to pursue and torment. And stupidly, you found yourself attracted to him, despite your better judgement.

“Who told you,” you deadpanned.

Angel Dust’s gaze flickered from you to Husk and back again. He sure knew how to be a fucking tease.

“Your stupid boyfriend,” Husk confirmed, not wanting to torture you any longer.

“Ya shoulda seen him bragging about it last night,” Angel added, no doubt living for the drama this would cause, “He’s got some loose lips once the booze starts flowin’. Real keeper if ya ask me.”

Stomach in knots, you attempted to put up a brave face, even with their taunting. “He’s not my boyfriend,” you said definitively, now feeling anger welling up inside you.

This was all Adam’s fault. He couldn’t keep his fucking mouth shut and now you were the one dealing with the humiliating fallout. “Fine, fuck buddy, whatever,” Angel corrected, watching as you stood up from the barstool in a huff, “Doesn’t sound like it’ll last very much longer, given the look on your face.”

You rolled your eyes, completely over this conversation. “Would you excuse me?” you asked rhetorically, your voice dripping with poison. Even Angel looked perturbed for a moment.

Husk glanced over to his companion as you hopped off the barstool, practically seething, “Yeah, ‘course toots,” Angel called after you, still clearly tickled by this development. He loved this kind of soap opera drama bullshit.

You were still able to hear Husk say “Oh she’s gonna fuckin’ murder him,” as you climbed the steps and stomped to Adam’s room.

Pounding on the door, anger and embarrassment grew like a vicious virus inside you. When no one answered, you pressed your ear against the door and was met with the irritating sound of a whiny electric guitar.

“Perfect,” you muttered to yourself as you grabbed the ring of keys Charlie had given you when you were on shift. Even though you had technically clocked out, you weren’t above bending the rules to give Adam a piece of your mind.

You threw open the door, letting the thud as it hit the wall startle the fallen angel strumming his guitar lazily. “Jesus fu—” he started to say as he shifted on his bed, but then his eyes softened at the sight of you, “Oh, hey babe—”

“Don’t you ‘hey babe’ me, you fucking prick,” you spat, fire practically spewing from your mouth, “You’ve been telling people about us?!”

A tense pause.

“Maybe.”

Another pause.

“No?”

You could feel your eye beginning to twitch.

“Ugh, fine. Yes. But what’s the big deal?” Adam asked incredulously, finally putting his guitar down.

You paused for a moment, your anger simmering. The big deal was that you were embarrassed. That the thought of you and Adam going public made you look like a desperate sinner latching onto the only other wayward soul that would look your way.

And hell, you actually liked sneaking around, until he ruined it with his big, dumb mouth of his.

And maybe, just maybe, you were afraid that once the novelty wore off and everyone knew about you two, Adam would leave you behind and move onto the next shiny new toy to waltz into the hotel.

“Cat got your tongue, dollface?” he prodded, wanting to get a rise out of you. It was one of his new favorite pastimes.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, your anxiety being replaced by annoyance. “Jesus fucking Christ do you ever shut up?” The former angel smirked, his eyes flitting up and down your form.

“First off, don’t take the Lord’s name in vain,” he said as you rolled your eyes, “It’s fucking rude.”

You wanted to punch him.

“Second, why don’t you make me?”

That was the last straw.

You lunged at him, practically pouncing on top of him to kiss him hungrily. Adam knew exactly how to push your buttons, and pathetic as it was, you actually fell for it every time.

You were straddling him, and felt him wince as you bit his lip in the heat of the angry makeout. Adam knew you were pissed, and the more you fought for dominance, the harder he felt himself get. 

After all, pleasure always tasted sweeter with a little pain. And you tasted fucking delicious.

Adam groaned as you pulled away from him, your face still radiating with heat and anger. You weren’t letting him off that easily, and he knew it.

“Lie down,” you muttered, your eyes scanning his smug expression. “Now.” Wordlessly, Adam complied, lying on his back as you removed your pants and underwear swiftly.

Adam raised his head slightly just in time to watch you remove your shirt and throw it across the room in a huff. He waited patiently for you to do his own disrobing on his behalf; the lazy bastard loved when you rode him.

But he didn’t feel the desperate grasp of your hands around his cock.

No, instead, you climbed up his chest, until you were eye to eye, his gold pupils dilated. “I’m going to have to take drastic measures to shut you up, aren’t I?”

Adam felt his pulse quicken. “What’d you have in mind?”

A sinful smile spread across your face. “Something I know you hate,” you teased, cupping his face gently, doing your best to seduce him into submission, “And something I happen to know your bestie Luci is very talented at.”

Adam gripped your arm, pulling your hand away from his face. You became frightened for a second, before he started peppering the inside of your wrist with small love bites.

The games you played toed a dangerous line between love and hate, and luckily Adam had been fucking you long enough to understand the moves you were making.

“I’m not eating you out,” he said, his expression darkening, “And don’t try to bait me with that little pretty boy. It won’t work.”

You felt your pulse quicken; clearly you had struck a nerve. You just had to push him a little further to get your way.

“Is that why Lilith really left?” you said, rolling your hips against his, feeling how hard he was underneath you, “Because you couldn’t…satisfy her the way that Lucifer could?”

You knew this would send him over the edge. And the moment you looked into his burning gold eyes, you knew you had won.

A small victory, but a victory nonetheless.

“Oh, I’m gonna fucking ruin you,” he growled, tugging at the hair at the nape of your neck. You smirked as he finally complied and laid on his back. Adam would rather give up control than have his skills in the bedroom be compared to the King of Hell.

You knew he was insecure, and if he was going to be a dick about it, the least you could do was take advantage.

Before he could change his mind, you placed each thigh on either side of his head, kneeling until your aching core met the lower half of his face. After a few seconds of resistance, you felt his lips part and flinched as his tongue slid into you.

“I can’t believe this was—ah—” you bucked your hips as he found his way to your clit, “This was the only way to get you to shut the fuck up.” You felt a hum of disapproval as his slender hands found his way to your ass.

You smiled to yourself as you felt the annoyed hum that radiated from your stubborn lover’s mouth. Finding your pace, you felt the tension in your abdomen rising as Adam continued to eat you out.

For not loving the act, you had to admit he was good at it. Feeling his tongue swirl inside you sent a shiver down you spine, and you felt a yelp leave your lips as he slapped your ass as you continued to buck on top of him.

In retaliation, he tried teasing you with small sucks and flicks, but you didn’t care; the fact that he was focusing on your gratification for a change was rewarding enough.

After a few minutes, though, the fallen angel had had enough of your domineering; if he was going to finish you off, he was going to do it his way.

Coming up for air, he placated you by circling one of his fingers around your clit. “Alright baby, you got what you wanted,” he breathed, “Now it’s my turn.”

In one fell swoop, he flipped you over onto your back, and disrobed in the blink of an eye. ‘Showoff,’ you thought to yourself, annoyed by the lack of his mouth on your pussy.

Before you could protest, two of his long fingers found his way inside you, pumping and curling to hit your sweet spot.

“After this, I’m gonna fuck you into oblivion,” Adam muttered, his tempo growing more erratic, “You’re lucky I’m even bothering to get you off after your little outburst, but you can consider it a favor this time.”

You tried to focus more on satisfying sensation you were feeling than his bitching. “It’s the least you could do after that bullshit you pulled with Husk and Angel,” you said, feeling a bead of sweat roll down your back as you tightened around him, “They’ll fucking crucify me.”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic, baby,” he cooed, resting his thumb on your bud as he continued to pump his fingers into you, “Now be a good girl and cum for me.”

It only took a few more moments of stimulation for you to humiliatingly come undone around him, knowing he’d make you pay for it later.

Getting off always seemed to come with a price when it came to fucking Adam; at the very least you were able to shut him up for a few glorious minutes.

You contemplated if the grilling from the other guests and constant bickering was worth it, but you didn’t have much time to change your mind. Adam pulled you off your back and onto your stomach, and you winced as he slammed his cock into you, your ass on full display as he took you from behind.

You gripped the sheets, the friction of him inside you equal parts painful and gratifying. ‘Another question for another day,’ you thought, burying your face into the mattress as he fucked you at an agonizingly delicious pace.

Right now, you had a pissy angel to placate and a couple of sinners to swear to secrecy.

Royally fucked didn’t even begin to describe the mess you had gotten yourself into.

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thanks for reading! please like/comment/reblog if you enjoyed and want to read more! :)

[starbuckie]

Malia’s 400 Follower Writing Challenge!

Hey there, my gorgeous, lovely followers! First of all, thank you so, so much for 400 followers!! This is incredible that there are 400, let me repeat, four-fucking-hundred people following me on this hellsite, that enjoy my friendship and/or writing. It’s nearly been a year on tumblr, and every piece of writing I’ve published, the friends I’ve made have just been absolutely monumental in my life. 4 is one of my lucky numbers, and so as a tribute to that times 100, I figured that now would be a great time to have a writing challenge. As I work on a few fics of my own, I’d also love to see what y’all come up with as well, so let’s go :)

CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

rules (ugh i don’t like that word let’s go with guidelines):

- you don’t actually gotta be following me, but that’d be pretty cool

- if you could be so kind, even if you don’t participate, please please reblog, as that would be very much appreciated

- to participate just send me an ask with the prompt or prompts you’ll be using, and the character you’ll be writing for. you can definitely choose two prompts from separate categories, but remember that prompts will become unavailable after two requests

- i’m pretty versatile with fandoms, so i’m gonna say marvel, harry potter, supernatural, star wars, criminal minds, bridgerton, and any sebastian stan characters, but if you’d like to write for a character not in any of those fandoms just tell me in the ask (so basically any fandom, i don’t know how to speak)

- please be x reader! doesn’t have to be fem!reader at all, but please make it y/n

- the fics can be any length, a drabble, headcanon, oneshot, twoshot, series, just make sure to tag me in any multipart fics because i’d love reading all your amazing fics

- while any fics are welcome (angst, fluff, smut, darkfic), i draw the line at incest and pedophilia, and make sure to TAG AND WARN YOUR FICS PROPERLY. if you are under eighteen and i see you have requested to write a smut fic, i will say a big fat NO because you should not even be reading that.

- to make sure i see it, make sure to use the tag #mals400followerwritingchallenge and tag me in it

- if i don’t reblog your fic within two days just shoot me an ask or message because i may just be dead or my tumblr is being stupid, and i will get my ass in gear

- all the fics will be put on a masterlist i’ll have on my masterlist as they are submitted, and it will be reblogged every time a new fic is added

- i know a lot of us may be in school right now or have jobs and families and shit just happens and sucks sometimes so i’m gonna make the deadline june 30, and you can sign up or submit any fics until then :)

NOW FOR THE PROMPTS:)) btw, all the line prompts are from @a-cure-for-writers-block​

angst line prompts:

“This will be the last time you lie to me.”

“You know it’s not like that.”

“How could you think this wouldn’t hurt me?”

“You’re never going to be the same after this.”

“I just think it’d be best if we never met.”

“I can’t believe you would even think to leave me like this.”

“You never loved me, did you?”

“It didn’t have to be like this, but now you’ve ruined everything.”

“What did you want once this was all through? Tell me!”

“You could’ve- could’ve stayed. You could’ve helped me fix things.”

“This isn’t going to be fixed. You’ve ruined this for good now.”

“I hope I’m not put in the same part of hell as you.”

“When did you think you could hurt me again? Today? Tomorrow?”

“You’re back in my life and I want to die again.”

“You only ever brought me pain and I’m sick of it.”

“You put yourself in that position! That wasn’t my doing!”

“When was it that you realised that you didn’t love me?”

“I really think it’s easier for people when I’m not around.”

“I know, but you didn’t have to use them like that!”

“I’m not someone who breaks easily, but I must commend you on this.”

random line prompts:

“You look like you’re going to punch me.” “I was actually going to kiss you, but if you’re into that sort of thing then I’m out.”

“I mean, if we hadn’t met at a strip club.”

“Can we get coffee?” “Is this a date or is it because you’ll end up strangling someone if you don’t get caffeine in your system.” “I shouldn’t have asked.” (@spaceodditybarnes with Bucky Barnes or Chris Beck)

“… and then he came up up to me and kissed me until I was-” “I’m going to have to tell you to shut up now.”

“We should do this again sometime!” “I would honestly rather do anything other than that again.” (@extremelyblackandwhite)

“I hope you don’t think that we all act like this.” “There’s more than just you? Jesus.”

“I’m just tired.” “That’s understandable. Go and sleep, I’ll sort everything out.”

“You drank it?!” “Yes, it was quite delicious, did you know?”

“Can you just act normal for this evening. It’s all I’ll ask of you.” “You’re asking for a lot then.”

“I haven’t got laid in like forever.” “Oh sorry, did I look like I was offering? Because I’m most certainly not.” (@adorkably​)

smutty line prompts:

“Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?”

“Fucking is a reward, but you haven’t been good.”

“Move an inch and you won’t be coming tonight.”

“You look just about good enough to eat.”

“Take your clothes off. Right now.”

“We’re really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?” (@bvckysmoon​ with Bucky barnes)

“Hands behind your back.”

“Open your mouth for me, baby.”

“Is it good when I touch you here? Or maybe here?”

“You’re so in for it when we get home.”

“You can take it, you’ve done it before.”

“Just a little more.”

“I won’t apologise for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken.”

“Suck on my fingers.”

“You look so good with my hands around your neck.”

“Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.”

“Look how good you take it.”

“My baby, you did so well.”

“God, you feel amazing.”

“Swallow. All of it.”

tropes:

enemies to lovers

friends to lovers

mutual pining

arranged marriage

sex pollen (@jimmypagesandbrianmayshair)

sharing a bed

slow burn

arranged marriage

unrequited love

childhood sweethearts

fake relationship

roleswap

established relationship

AUs:

Highschool AU

Soulmate AU

College AU (@spaceodditybarnes with Bucky Barnes or Chris Beck)

Coffee Shop AU (@jimmypagesandbrianmayshair)

Detective AU

Historical AU

Bodyguard AU (@i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend​ with Steve Rogers)

CEO AU

Bakery AU

Royal AU

Mob AU

Mythology AU

Modern AU

Hospital AU (@captainscanadian with Bucky Barnes)

Bakery AU

Demon AU

(Guardian!)Angel AU

Criminal AU

songs:

Burn - Hamilton

Dancing With Your Ghost - Sasha Sloan

Tears Dry On Their Own - Amy Winehouse

Silly Girl - Chloe Moriondo

Me and My Husband - Mitski

Something - The Beatles

Uptown Girl - Billy Joel (@blueberrythor with Bucky Barnes)

I Can’t Help Myself - Four Tops

She - dodie

Let’s Fall in Love for the Night - FINNEAS (@subtlebucky with Valkyrie)

Everybody Loves Somebody - Dean Martin

A Sunday Kind Of Love - Etta James

[shuadotcom]

Worth It | KTH

✦ Pairing: Taehyung x Female!Reader ✦ Genre: Old West AU, angst ✦ Word Count: 1.4k ✦ Rating: PG15 ✦ Warnings: Mention of sex but nothing detailed. ✦ Summary: Even though he knows he’ll lose you one day, Taehyung knows that being with you is worth it. ✦ A/N: Written for Bangtan HQ’s Bangtan Rodeo Drabble game. Thank you to the lovely @oceanmilks​ for submitting the prompts: “Taehyung! Motel/Inn! Bartender! 07. “Just ‘cause trouble comes visiting don’t mean ya should offer it a place to stay.”🖤

“You’re gettin’ married soon,” Taehyung said it more to himself than anything. The guilt that washed over him after making love to you was always immediate and heavy.

“You don’t gotta remind me. I didn’t forget.” Your voice was small as you spoke. Your hands were gripping the sheets that you held up over your bare chest.

“We have to stop,” he said that every time and every time, he believed it even though it never happened.

“I don’t want to stop seeing you and you don’t want that either. You’re the one who started this whole thing remember?”

“Don’t go blamin’ this on me. You’re the one who came in and needed help. You needed to get away from your pa and I gave you a place to stay the night.”

“And I’m thankful for that, but you kissed me first and now here we are.”

Taehyung took a deep breath, not wanting to fight. You would be gone soon and he didn’t want a yelling match to be one of his last memories of you. He didn’t regret kissing you that first night he met you and would do the same all over again if he was given the chance.

He got up first and pulled his clothes back on. You stayed under the sheets, staring at the ceiling lost in your thoughts. “Make sure you leave soon. Folks’ll get suspicious.” He left the room after that, making sure no one was in the hallway to see him leaving. Downstairs, the saloon was nearly empty save for a few men huddled around a table playing cards.

Taehyung rolled his sleeves up and joined his brother Namjoon behind the bar who was wiping out a few glasses. He could feel the older man’s eyes on him, itching to say something. Namjoon was the only one who knew about the two of you, which was still one person too many for Taehyung’s liking.

“Tae-”

“Don’t.”

“I’m worried about you,” Namjoon continued. “How long are you gonna keep sleepin’ with her? If her pa finds out-”

“He ain’t gonna find out.” Taehyung snapped, his tone harsh. Namjoon always had a similar lecture to bombard Taehyung with whenever the two of you met. When you had walked through the doors of the inn all those months ago needing a place to sleep, he didn’t hesitate to put you up. Namjoon had been hesitant, knowing your pa was well known in town, but the second Taehyung laid eyes on you, he wanted to protect you. 

The sound of you coming down the stairs caused both brothers to direct their attention to you. Your dress was neat and your hair was pinned up as if it wasn’t just in Taehyung’s grip only twenty minutes earlier. You barely paid him a glance as you passed by and made your way through the front door.

Taehyung mumbled something to Namjoon about needing to go do drink inventory before disappearing into the back room, ignoring the queasy feeling in his stomach

It was only another two days when you walked through the doors again. Taehyung busied himself cleaning tables as a way to not watch as you beelined for the stairs. He waited a few minutes before following you, mentioning to Namjoon about changing the sheets in one of the rooms, which he already knew was a lie.

You were in the usual room that you met in. Taehyung expected you to have already started undressing, but you were still fully clothed and pacing around the room. When you noticed him come in, you started crying, your shoulders shaking and knees growing weak. Taehyung caught you before you could fall to the floor and guided you to the bed.

“Seokjin he-he’s comin’ tomorrow.” Taehyung recognized the name. He was the son of the rich oil tycoon your family was marrying you off to. Even though Taehyung hadn’t met him he still hated him.

“You knew he would be comin’ soon,” Taehyung mumbled. He was nowhere near as ready for this day that he thought he would be.

“I don’t wanna go with him, Tae! I don’t wanna marry some man I’ve never met. I want to stay with you,” your voice broke as you spoke. He wanted you to stay with him so badly, but there was a reason your family had chosen a wealthy man for you. Taehyung had enough money to get by, but not enough to be seen as worthy. He was a bartender and owner of the town inn and saloon that he and his older brother inherited from their late parents. He couldn’t measure up to the wealth that Seokjin had even if he worked every day straight for the rest of his life.

“Y/n…”

“Please,” you whispered, “I love you.” 

Taehyung grabbed your chin pressing his lips into yours. He didn’t know what to say, but he knew how to make you feel better at this moment. It would be his last chance.

Instead of trailing his fingers over every curve of your body and savoring his time with you, he swiftly unbuttoned your dress, letting it drop to the floor. Tears still falling, you made quick work ridding him of his vest and tie, his button-down shirt following soon after. Today’s movements were frantic and desperate compared to the tender touches you usually shared. 

Once you were both naked and under the sheets, Taehyung quickly but tenderly began thrusting into you, both of you making soft noises of pleasure. You wrapped your arms around Taehyung’s neck to bring your bodies impossibly closer as he rutted his hips against you.

You hadn’t stopped crying, but Taehyung knew these were no longer tears of fear for tomorrow. They were tears full of heartache and sorrow over losing him. His own eyes were misting over as he looked down at your face. This would be the last time he’d get to take in your flushed cheeks and plush lips parted and whispering his name.

Taehyung buried his face in your neck as you came apart together, both of you crying and holding onto one another. Gently, Taehyung pulled out of you, making you whimper. Your bodies stayed tangled together as he shifted to lay on his back and you draped your body over his. The sun was barely setting, but you still fell asleep together and stayed that way through the night.

Taehyung had known you would be gone when he woke up, but feeling the loss of your warmth next to him still made the clenching in his chest hurt even more. He shuffled out of bed and glanced out the nearby window. It was early enough that the sun wasn’t too high in the sky, but he could still see townsfolk walking around below. He wondered if you were already out of town or if Seokjin was still on his way for you.

After throwing his clothes on and locking the door behind him, he made his way downstairs to the saloon. He knew it was too early for any patrons to be in, so he wasn’t worried about being seen in his clothes from yesterday.

Sure enough, his brother was the only one he saw, sweeping the floor in preparation to open. Namjoon turned to him when he reached the bottom step and they made eye contact. Wordlessly, he pulled a folded piece of paper from his apron pocket and held it out for his brother. Taehyung took it from him and had a seat on a barstool to open it, his eyes immediately welling up at the sight of your handwriting.

Taehyung,

I may be on my way by the time you read this. Thank you for all you’ve done for me. I’ll always remember the time we spent together, but you should forget about me. Remember our first ever fight when you said I was nothin’ but trouble? Please don’t go and make the same mistake with someone else that you made with me. Just ‘cause trouble comes vistin’ don’t mean you should offer it a place to stay. Find yourself a nice girl to marry, have some kin, and don’t think about me. You deserve so much better.

Y/n

Taehyung didn’t realize he was sobbing until Namjoon’s arms were around him, pulling him close. There was no way he would ever be able to forget you. He had never loved anyone the way he did you and he wasn’t sure if he ever would. The pain in his chest had reached its peak and he felt like he was drowning in his memories of you. Thoughts of you would fill his mind for the rest of his life, but he would go back and love you over and over again if he could, even if it all ended with the same pain he was feeling now. You were worth all of it.

[burnedbyshoto]

bbs 10,000 celebration

hi all, so this is a lot, like always, because I don’t really know what we call... self control.

what you can do for this: come and thirst with me! come and be soft with me! let’s talk about any of my works you loved and now want to talk with me about! send me your favorite stories you’ve created and i’ll reblog them! or, as my typical antics go, choose a prompt below.

as always there are a few categories, and it is no different now.

you’ll find prompts regarding:  fluff, angst, smut, types of kisses, cliches, and miscellaneous 

all those options are down below so please feel free to choose any of those should you be unable to pick anything.

should you pick a prompt, submit it as the following: character, genre, number.

Fluff

“It’s too cold! Come back!”

“No, I’m never letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.”

“I’m not gonna stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

“What? Does that feel good?”

“If it wasn’t for you, I’d be so lost. I’m so glad you came into my life.”

“I’d do anything for you.”

“Us… I like the sound of that.”

“You always know what to say.”

“You weren’t supposed to laugh! I’m so embarrassed!”

“Come here, you tiny smug bastard.”

“Just let me lean on the damn cart!”

“This might sound selfish, but I don’t care about the world - I only care about you!”

“Stop staring at me like that.”

“I know how this goes. First, you buy me a drink, then you tell me how pretty I look, and then, at the end of the night, you ask for my number.”

“Don’t get too close to that one, she’ll singe your fingertips and have you on your knees.”

“You have nothing to be insecure about.”

“______, we have a problem.” “I’ve been gone for like two minutes.”

“No, keep it. I want you to have it.”

“If you’re gonna make fun of me…”

“Oh my God, …we’re gonna be homeless.”

“Why’d you let go of my hand? Did I say something?”

“I know I kissed you before, but I didn’t do it right. Can I try again?”

“I don’t regret every second with you, I treasure them.”

“He loves you, you know? He’s just afraid of admitting it.”

“I want everyone in the world to know you’re mine.”

“You’re so needy.”

“Need I remind you that your ring finger already belongs to me?”

“OH, you’re jealous!”

“Please just kiss me already.”

“I think you might be my soulmate.”

“I could punch you right now.”

“You’re insane,” “You love me,” “Not right now I don’t.”

“I’m going to fucking smack you in a minute, I swear.” - “That’s not very nice.”

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Angst

“You deserve someone who values you.”

“I can’t take the loneliness anymore.”

“Maybe I’m meant to be alone.”

“I’ve been alone for so long.”

“It isn’t up for debate.”

“I told you that I’d never leave you; I’m not going anywhere.”

“You take me instead, do you hear me? Give her back and take me instead.”

“You would risk the lives of millions for one person? Why?” - “Because it’s not just one life…it’s yours.”

“This might sound selfish, but I don’t care about the world - I only care about you!”

“You don’t have to carry the weight of the world all by yourself, you know?”

“You’re a coward, (Name)! You hide away this entirely different part to yourself because you’re afraid that someone might get close to you! You’re afraid that someone might just care about you more than you think you deserve. That - that isn’t fair.”

“I find that being a coward keeps me more alive, so no thanks.”

“You can’t tell that I am in love with you because you were too busy loving someone else to notice me.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m done waiting.”

“All I want is for you to look at me the way you look at them.”

“It was a blatant lie when you said that you love me, but I don’t care.”

“Have you ever loved me? You know what, don’t say anything, we all know the answer.”

“It’s time to stop lying to ourselves.”

“Can I convince you to stay?”

“You were no good for me and I was too naive to see that.”

“You did a wonderful job convincing people that you love me, I almost fell for it.”

“I’ve finally come to accept the fact that you will never think I’m good enough for you.”

“I’m sorry, I think you got the wrong number.”

“Whoever you want to be with right now, that person is not me.”

“I’m sorry that I’m not who you wanted me to be.”

“I thought there’s something wrong with me. Turns out, it’s all you.”

“You used to look at me like that.”

“Sometimes, I wonder if things could have worked out.”

“You know what’s funny? No matter what you’ve done, I’ll still fall for you all over again.”

“Say it, say you don’t love me.”

“I had been in love with you for my entire life and you decided to love me back when I finally gave up.”

“Your ego stopped you from loving me, how sad is that.”

“We aren’t meant to be, can’t you tell?”

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Smut

“Underwear is optional.”

“Would you prefer my tongue or my cock?”

“There are only two acceptable options: either you eat me, or I’m going to eat you.”

“Remember this: your body belongs to me, and me alone.

“Your body seems to have other ideas.”

“If you keep moaning like that, you’re going to wake everyone else up.”

“I want you to watch me when I fuck you.”

“Not until you properly beg for it.”

“Don’t worry…I’ll make sure to take my sweet time punishing you.”

“No need to fantasize when the real thing is right in front of you.”

“Stop teasing me, fuck!”

“You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up.”

“You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”

“You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.”

“Are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you.”

“If you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat.”

“I don’t care how good it feels you’d better not cum until I tell you to.”

“I bet you think you’re really cute letting them put their hands all over you. We’ll see how cute you look later when I get you home.”

“You don’t have to be gentle with me, I don’t break easily.”

“You take my fingers so well don’t you?”

“Did I stutter? Do as you’re told!”

“Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.”

“If you keep making those sounds I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”

“Take it off. Slowly.”

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

“Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.”

“Did I say you could stop?”

“Well since you want to cum so badly, why don’t we see how many times I can make you cum right now.”

“Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you.”

“So desperate for it, aren’t you? Well, if you want it so bad you’d better start taking it.”

“Maybe I should leave you like this, that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a go with you. Would you like that?”

“You know, you look really pretty when you cry.”

“Look at you, grinding against everything, you’re really desperate for it. Aren’t you?”

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Cliches/Situations

There’s people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow you’re close

You confessed your feelings and we’re about to kiss but we get interrupted

I need a date for this wedding

I’m going to save you from the terrible date you’re having

You took a bullet for me

“I’ve been in love with you for years.”

I called you at 2 am because I need you

I’m scared but won’t admit it so you take my hand

Holding out their arm in front of s/o’s view to prevent them from being shot.

Suddenly pulling them in for a dance.

Watching them sleep in the early morning. 

Pleading for s/o to keep walking toward them in the midst of destruction, hand outstretched and desperate. 

Holding their hair back as they vomit into the toilet. 

Taking them to a pet store and falling in love with them as they gush over the millions of puppies. 

Singing together/catching them singing softly to themselves as they cook/do the dishes. 

Showing up at a club after they’ve called them, drunkenly needing their presence, and then taking them home. 

Breaking up in the middle of the pouring rain/watching them through the rear-view mirror as they drive away. 

Helping them with their homework, then proceeding to distract them. 

Taking them a bath after a long day/mission gone awry. 

Bandaging them up, scolding them for getting themselves hurt. 

Willingly becoming the bait in a mission to save them. 

Going on a mission together, partnering up as husband and wife. 

Calling them during a panic attack, having them rush over to sooth them.

Distancing themselves in order to keep them safe. 

Losing their memory only to have it come back after a much-awaited true love’s kiss. 

Watching over them while they’re in a coma, never leaving their side, never sleeping because they want to be there when they wake up. 

Being in denial about them actually being in love with them. 

Having to erase s/o’s memory of them so they can remain safe. 

Choosing someone else over them. 

Wrapped up in a sheet after a drunken night, flustered and trying to find their clothes while they watch you amusingly.

Waking up to them making you breakfast while half-naked.

Being utterly touch starved and too shy to ask to be held, so they resolve to brush their fingers against a part of s/o’s skin, etc.

Being the overly protective one during the pregnancy, doing everything for their s/o.

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Types of Kisses

Small kisses littered across the other’s face.

A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.

An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

Throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips.

Wild, breathless kisses brought on by a heartfelt gift.

French kisses where they trace every tooth with their tongues as though trying to memorize them.

Laying a gentle kiss to the back of the other’s hand.

A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it.

Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter.

Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss.

A kiss so desperate that the two wind around each other, refusing to let go until they are finished.

A fierce kiss that ends with a bite on the lip, soothing it with a lick.

One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person

Tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin.

One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss.

Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference.

Deep kisses where they have their hands tangled in each other’s hair to pull them closer.

Brushing a kiss along the shell of the other person’s ear.

Kisses exchanged while one person sits on the other’s lap.

One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss.

Staring at each other’s lips for a moment before moving closer, as if drawn together by some unseen force.

Weak, sweaty kisses because it’s unbearably hot.

Pulling away from a kiss, whispering words of love against each other’s lips.

An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.

Kisses that start on their fingers and run up their arm, eventually ending on their lips.

Kissing tears from the other’s face.

Kisses shared under an umbrella.

Distracting kisses from someone that is meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

A kiss pressed to the top of the head.

Tentative kisses that are given in the dark.

One person has to bend down in order to kiss their partner, who is standing on their tip-toes to reach their partner’s.

A kiss, followed by more that trail down the jaw and neck.

A single loving kiss left on the other’s forehead when they fall asleep snuggled close together.

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Miscellaneous

“You are weak with love for her.” 

“You attack one of us… you attack all of us.” 

“Sacrifice, that’s what we do for the people we love.” 

“I thought they’d killed you. I lost my temper.” 

“Don’t you touch her.” 

“If I can still breathe, I’m fine.” 

“Kind of a pretty boy, isn’t he?” 

“I wonder what will get you killed first – your loyalty or your stubbornness?”

“Where you go, I go.” 

“These people are my family, and if you hurt them in anyway – I will kill you.” 

“You are my dearest friend. My deepest love. You are the best part of me.” 

“You are the sun.”

“Oh, darling, everybody sees how you look at him.” 

“The choices I’ve made I would make again, for him, no matter the cost.”

“I’ll choose her happiness over mine every time.” 

“Of all the things my hands have held, the best by far is you.” 

“That’s beyond stupid. He’s created a new kind of stupid.” 

“People say that I am heartless.” 

“You save everyone, but who saves you?” 

“I think you are the sweetest thing.” 

“Chin up, kid, they’d kill to see you fall.”

“I’m already home.”

“I want you to be proud of yourself. I want you to believe that you’re good enough because you are. You’re so amazing.”

Leaning into the others hand, turning their head and pressing a kiss to the palm

“If you want to leave, we can leave.”

“Should I go first or...do you want to go?”

“Would it help if I stayed?”

“I thought you said no more dangerous stunts?”

“Please don’t say that about yourself. Please don’t believe that. You’re so much more than that. You’re so...”

“You don’t own her/him/them. You don’t get to choose who they choose. I don’t get to choose who they choose. No one, but them, gets to make that decision.”

“I just want you to be happy...”

“I’m going to die. I’m going to die with an absolute idiot!” 

“I want you to be happy...even if its not with me.”

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?”

“If I told you I hate you, what would you do?”

[rogue-barnes-16]

BLUE

Summary: Y/n tries to bury her feelings after making a terribly bad decision about Bucky that destroyed what they had. It backfires in the worst possible way.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Genre: 90% angst

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Submitted for @blushycarol's writing challenge.

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Warnings: language, makeout, implicit sex, feels™️

A/N: this is my prompted songfic for blushycarol's writing challenge! It took a turn like, ngl I did whatever the fuck I wanted with the song but it fits so there it goes, enjoy <3.

Rogue-barnes-16 masterlist

We've broken up and now I regret it

I said goodbye when I shouldn't have said it

"I fixed your boy. He's awake now." She spoke through the wakandan device. "Figured you'd want to see him."

Yeah, it was the princess of Wakanda herself who decided to call me —not even Steve, me— to inform me that the man I loved had finally awaken.

A couple of hours later, T'challa did with Steve the same thing Shuri had done with me, and soon we both left to reach the hidden city.

We met with Bucky.

Steve cried a couple of times, Bucky laughed in a few occasions, and I stayed rather quiet almost the entire time.

After two days, Steve left with the promise of coming back, but I stayed just because I had missed him so much, I didn't feel like saying goodbye just yet.

Despite this, we didn't talk much in those months I had stayed with him. It wasn't like we spoke a lot before, but now it felt different.

I knew why; it was because of me. Because maybe, just maybe, I was terrified that this new version of him, that healed James Barnes, wouldn't love me like his broken self did.

We had reached a point where I didn't know what we were any longer, and I was 100% sure that the feeling was mutual, we were just too scared to talk it out.

I took the easiest, most despicable way and, one morning, I left Wakanda, hoping to spare my heart and breaking his in the process.

A week later I was back, suited up and ready to fight the deadliest threat I would have faced in my whole life.

I survived.

Bucky didn't, and the only thing I could think was that had lost him, and the last words I said to him were 'this is over, I'm leaving you'.

Five Years Later

I even cried but I never meant it

And I don't know why but I can't forget it, forget it

When Fury paired us to go on a mission, I thought it would be easy due to the action, but it turned out to be a watch, and suddenly everything was ten times more difficult.

We had been in silence for at least a long, tedious hour, in a dark room with two windows, waiting for the target to appear, when Bucky spoke.

"Is it true?" I, pretty much confused, turned my head to him, whose eyes were already on me, his back reclined against the wall before me. "that you cried for me." his voice held kinds of fear that I had never heard in him.

"who told you that?" I inquired, starting to get anxious because no one was supposed to know that; no one had seen me breaking down every night for months because of him.

"Steve." he replied, digging his eyes on mines. "Did you?"

My fight or flight instincts made me shook my head no as an initial response, only because of the sudden panic flooding through my veins. "I mean yes- I- no I mean I- I cried for everyone and I just... it-" I attempted to calm myself down before letting out a propper sentence. "it meant nothing. I did, I just didn't... I felt guilty" I finished, my heart racing and pounding as if it would leave my chest. "for everyone I couldn't save."

He didn't say anything else, nor did I.

After our short chat everything was even worse, because I was no longer focused now that the sorrow I had felt those nights was replaying in my head non-stop.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Gimme love, gimme dreams, gimme a good self esteem

We remained distant, but at some point, Bucky started to compliment me, to make nice comments, to give me quick smiles and fast 'thank you's, and I would be lying if I said I didn't treasure them.

"You look... great." He'd shyly say whenever I got dolled up.

"Great shot" he would state breathless, passing me by during a mission, to which I would just nod. "Thank for having my back."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Your hair..." he once trailed off with a frown, resting his elbows over the counter.

"yeah, I needed a change." for a second, the part of me I had hidden crawled up to the surface and I asked. "You... Don't like it?"

"No- I mean yes- I- I really like it." he assured me with bittersweet smile. "It fits you."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Gimme good and pure, what you waiting for?

Gimme everything, all your heart can bring

Something good and true

I don't wanna feel blue anymore

"Barnes and you." Sharon spoke, closing the pantry's door behind her.

"what?" I questioned, turning to her for a moment while she raised her eyebrow at me.

"what are you playing at, Y/n?" she asked, a bit of concern being noticeable in her tone.

We weren't close. No, no we hadn't grown closer, but I sometimes would sit right besides him during Saturday's take-out night, near enough for our thighs to brush.

I'd let him play with my hair from time to time, I'd allow him to come to my room in the middle of the night to lay with me after a nightmare here and there.

I wouldn't complain when his hands held my cheeks in the aftermath of a rough mission, his eyes scanning me with worry and sorrow while pain would most likely be rushing through my body.

I wouldn't scold him if he ever picked me up to carry me into the medical wing after I had gotten injured, even if I could walk. Maybe I would even cling on his neck, feeling his heartbeat fastening.

"We're not playing." I replied noctant, pouring four glasses of wine for all of us.

"Y/n" I sighed. "why are you doin' this to him? You're gonna hurt him and you."

"I don't wanna feel blue." I confessed in a mutter. "no one'll get hurt, I just... Need what he gives me."

Sharon stared at me dumbfounded for a couple of seconds before shaking her head and leaving, mumbling something my ears couldn't catch.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Gimme one more night

One last goodbye

Let's do it one last time

Let's do it one last time

One more time

It was during Sam's birthday that I gathered the courage to do what I, deep inside, so badly wanted to do.

I saw my opportunity the moment Bucky approached the barcounter to grab some random drink.

I left mine on a shelf and rushed to reach him and I passed by him, but on my way out of the room, my hand discreetly found his and tugged him with me.

I didn't stop until we reached the nearest room , which happened to be the bathroom.

Without a word, I got him inside and closed the door, backing against it and, with his fingers still intertwined with mine, I pulled Bucky into a kiss.

He stopped after a few seconds. His eyes were sad as he gazed into mines, and I felt a lump in my throat.

"I..." my attempt to speak triggered my tears, and his response was to cares my cheeks and peck my lips.

The terror I had felt 5 years ago of me not being good enough for him to love me anymore came back. My heart pounded against my chest, the voice in the back of my head simultaneously begging me to stop.

"I need this... Just..." I fisted his shirt, bringing him closer to me. "one last time... Please I-"

"are you drunk right now?" he questioned, putting a strand of hair away from my face.

"No." I half lied, pulling him to me into a needy kiss which quickly escalated.

No, I don't love you

No, I don't care

I just want to be held when I'm scared

And all I want is one night with you

Just 'cause I'm selfish

I know it's true

What had happened in the party was never spoken about, nor mentioned.

We had swept it under the rug for both of our sakes —mostly for mine.

We didn't sleep together again, but in very few occasions, I would end up tugging him to some dark place where we were alone and make out until I was out of breath.

Each time that happened, for some reason I didn't understand, Bucky always whispered me the same question.

"Do you love me?"

To which I answered a breathless, painful 'no' that would most likely end up crushing my heart because of the heavy weight that lie carried.

My nightmares at some point had gotten worse, now involving Bucky getting hurt almost every time, so, whenever I woke up in cold sweat with tears in my eyes, gasping his name, I would make my way to his room and lay down besides him.

He would wake up the moment my body touched the mattress, and, as soon as I was under the sheets, he would pull me into his chest with his arms around me, asking me the same question every time.

"what was it about?"

To which I selfishly responded with:

"don't wanna talk. Just hold me, please."

I'm sick of looking after you

I need a man to hold on to

I'm bored of everything we do

But I just keep coming back to you

The first time I snuck under his sheets I promised myself it would be just that one night, that I would allow myself to be so fucking selfish just for one night, but his embrace was so comforting, so welcoming, and his heartbeat and breathing were so soothing, that I ended up being selfish every damn time.

One night, instead of reaching his room scared and trembling, I reached it with anger and frustration taking over my body.

I shut the door loud enough to make him sit upright, staring at me concerned.

"I'm fucking tired of this" I growled. "I'm tired of this nightmares, I'm sick of seeing you dying, I'm fucking done with looking after you in every mission more than I look after myself" I reached a point where I was close to shout as I stepped to the bed. "I want this to fucking stop!"

"Y/n-"

"I can't keep up with this anymore, I'm going crazy because it's ALWAYS THE SAME SHIT."

"You're tired." he stated, climbing off the bed to hesitantly step to me. "You need to sleep."

"I need to fucking get this off my damn chest!" a choked sob escaped my lips. "I keep coming back to you and I hate myself because of this! Because this is my fault!"

"Y/n please..." he wrapped his arms around me and I fought him a little before giving in, breaking down to tears the moment he kissed my temple.

"I was so scared of you not loving me anymore that I fucked everything up" I managed to explain in a vague mumble between sobs. "You're okay and I was fucking scared of not being good enough- I still am... I just keep making it worse!"

He stroke my hair and pulled me even closer. "Doll..."

The door few open and I heard Sam's voice behind me. "What was that? Are you-" Bucky shook my head over me and signaled Sam to leave.

"I love you so much please I'm sorry" he pulled me to the bed without letting go of me and threw the blanket over us.

"I know you do." he assured me intertwining his fingers with mines and placing a kiss on my knuckles. "I love you. I always will." he whispered soothingly.

Gimme everything, all your heart can bring

Something good and true

I don't wanna feel blue anymore 

[agent-cupcake]

could you do a Sylvain or Felix x reader angst that turns to fluff at the end? Thank you :)

I can’t believe how fluffy this is. Old age is making me soft. This was going to end a LOT differently, but then I watched his supports and I just wanted this SOOO Sappy Sylvain for your reading displeasure

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Of course Sylvain misunderstood your intentions. Of course, after months and months of playful flirting and coy looks, he’d assume that this was why you approached him in the dead of night, knocking on his door with wide eyes and a racing heart. Truthfully, though, you didn’t make a good case to the contrary in the way you melted into the forward caress of his hands, either.

But who could blame you? As the stories always seemed to go, it all happened so fast.

Before you could get your bearings, the opportunity for you to gather the guts to speak was already gone. Once Sylvain made his move, all of your carefully planned thoughts went out the window, lost once you were pinned against the edge of his messy desk. Perhaps he thought he was doing you a service, removing the necessity for your flustered and stilted words to be spoken. There was only one word needed here, and you were certain a ‘yes’ wasn’t far off, becoming more and more clear within the catching foggy haze of desire.

Sure, conflict warred in your mind, unease tickled your spine, but you were only human. Even if your heart was heavy with a thousand built up feelings and an epiphany regarding your true feelings, even though your was tongue clumsy with words you’d been rehearsing, you still wanted him. Sylvain was offering nothing more than a bitter mockery of the romance you dreamed of, the empty regards of the physical touch you yearned for so desperately, but it was still some kind of romance, it was still his touch. After so long of your back and forth flirtations and the feelings you’d found increasingly difficult to ignore, your body craved him, ached for him.

But not like this.  

“Sylvain…” you said, an attempted warning in the whine of your voice. Unconvincing, not helped in the least by the hot feeling the light brush of his lips sent through you as they trailed across your jaw, down your neck. “This isn’t… Isn’t why I came to see you…”

As if utterly oblivious to the discord in your head, the strength it took for you to get out those words, Sylvain laughed. Wet from the open mouthed kisses he’d left across your collarbone, the breath of that laugh was enough to make you shiver. Chills rushed across your skin, reacting to his touch in all the proper ways despite the wrongness of it all.

“Are you sure about that?” he replied playfully, undoing the buttons of your shirt so he could push the neckline aside and expose more of your skin to his southbound lips. “We both knew it was only a matter of time before you got curious.” He ran his lips over where your heart fluttered, make you shudder all over again. “You don’t have to play naive for my sake.”

“I’m not playing,” you said.

“Then relax,” Sylvain soothed, his hands tracing a path down your waist, sliding to your thighs and pushing them further apart to allow him closer. The position forced you to cling to him, allowing his lips to find your ear, his muttered promise raising even more chills, “I’m not gonna do anything you won’t like.”

Breath caught, you very nearly reconsidered, overwhelmed by the temptation to submit, to accept what he would give you. Sylvain was intoxicating, electrifying. It would be easy to be swept up in his lust, cheap as it was.

But you couldn’t.

“No, I wanted to…” You swallowed hard against a throat that suddenly felt swollen, glad that he was close enough that you didn’t have to meet his eyes. “Can we talk? Please, it’s… Important. Sylvain.”

“I’m all ears,” he said, his attention now focused on the buttons of your shirt.

“I-I know you’re seeing other girls, and I know you’re not necessarily one to commit, but I… I don’t want to get involved with you unless-”

Sylvain froze, the sudden tension in his body prompting your words to cut off.

Whether from your tone or from your phrasing, he somehow seemed to understand. And he wasn’t happy about it. Letting out a heavy sigh of what felt uncomfortably like resignation, his eyes rose to meet yours.

“You don’t get it, do you?” Sylvain asked, all traces of a smile gone from his suddenly solemn face.

You weighed those words and his expression, an awful pit of discomfort and regret in your stomach. Maybe you shouldn’t have spoken.

Maybe you shouldn’t have come here.

Maybe, despite the conviction you had felt earlier, your feelings were wrong.

“What don’t I get?” you asked, not wanting to know the answer, but feeling compelled by the inevitability of asking anyway.

“All you’re worth to me is a little bit of fun. We’ve been having fun, haven’t we? I thought that you understood,” Sylvain shook his head, disappointed. He let go of you completely, pulling out of your grip as he stepped back to sit heavily on his bed. His loss left you half sitting on his desk, hair and shirt askew. The absence of his warm body against yours was a cold one, prompting you to tug at your neckline to cover the phantom chills and regain some modesty against the quickly approaching humiliation and pain.

With that shake of his head, you had seen it all collapse inwards. Your friendship, the relationship you had begun to dream of, even the echo of his touch that burned at your skin was now lost to you. Worse, maybe you’d never had a chance at any of it to begin with.

“So what is it that you want, huh?” he asked when you had no response. “I’d hate to leave you disappointed.” Those words landed like a slap, leaving your ears ringing.

“I don’t want anything,” you replied in as hard a tone as you could manage, straightening your skirt and wrapping your arms around yourself like a hug. It was a lie, but there was no way you could voice the thing you did want without lapsing into tears.

“Huh? But you said ‘unless’. It’s okay, you can be honest,” Sylvain said, his voice hard, “Everyone wants something. In my experience that goes double cute girls like you.”

The compliment made you flinch, spoken in such a cold tone. “Is that really what you think of me?”

“I…” Doubt crossed Sylvain’s face as he searched your expression, but was quickly replaced with resolve. “I have to admit, you had me convinced at first. I really did think you were different.” He ran a hand through his messy red hair, looking away from you.

“I guess I thought I was different, too,” you muttered quietly, not trusting your voice to remain steady if you dared to speak louder.

Following the pain came anger, the most predictably agonizing chaser to misery. As horrible as the humiliated burn of rejection and his cruel mentality was, how quickly this had all fallen apart, it wasn’t as if it was truly surprising. You knew, on some level, that this was how Sylvain was from the very beginning. His rejection was validation of your worst fear, that you were just like every other girl. That your friendship had meant nothing.

But, was that really true?

You arms dropped, fists tightening at your sides, the action giving you a scrap of strength to speak at an audible volume. “You know what else I think?” you asked, the words coming before you could think about how wise they really were. “I think you’re lying to yourself… To keep from being hurt. And I think that you can… Can be a real jerk sometimes.” This anger, at him and at yourself, was all you had to keep any semblance of composure about you. You had to cling to it, or else you knew you’d start crying in earnest.

The temperature in the small room rose, Sylvain’s posture becoming rigid despite his feigned relaxed position. “I might be a jerk, but I’m not the liar,” he responded, his expression dark as he looked up at you. “C’mon, be honest. I know other guys who are way better than me. Guys with titles and Crests, do you want me to introduce you to them? You’re such a beautiful girl, I bet they’d fall over themselves to marry you.”

“Other guys?” you repeated, stricken with astonishment. It took time to process in your head, but Sylvain’s words cleared something up for you, at least. “If you think that I like you for your Crest or title, you’re not a jerk, you’re just an idiot.”

“Really,” Sylvain countered, incredulous. “Why else? In case you can’t see-” He spread his arms, as if on display. “I’m no good. I’ve never lied about that, or my intentions.”

“Oh, you are an idiot!” you cried, throwing your hands up in hurt exasperation, speaking too quickly on the heels of his self-deprecation for your mind to catch up and attempt to censor your thoughts. Sylvain’s eyes widened in reaction, the look of surprise only serving to make you feel more embarrassed. “This… This was a mistake,” you said, your voice hushed in an attempt to over correct your outburst. Tears, finally, were creeping up on you. A mistake. That was the only conclusion that could be gleaned from this mess, ultimately. Your arms wound back around your waist, your face down-turned to hide from him.

“H-hey,” Sylvain said, his voice softened somewhat. “Please, don’t cry-”

“No, it’s fine,” you muttered, hardly audible and shaking your head in a last ditch attempt to clear it. “I know how you are. I never meant for this. I didn’t even like you at first, really. But… But you’re not all bad, you know? Under the jerk persona, you’re strong and brave and kind and… I care about you. Really, I do. I even… I think I love you. I’ve never felt this way before and I…” You couldn’t meet his eyes, couldn’t look at anything besides the floor. “That’s what I came to tell you, but obviously-” An awful cough of a laugh made it up your throat, a humorless sound. What a mess. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” That is, if you didn’t drown in the tears you could feel yourself choking on before then. You turned away, ready to make your escape while you could still control yourself.

Unfortunately, he had other ideas.  “No, wait-” Sylvain said, reaching out to grab your wrist and using the advantage of the forced close confines of the small room to pull you back. Without the resistance he was expecting, his grip catching you completely unaware, you toppled towards him.

This time, Sylvain’s touch was awkward and clumsy, neither of you expecting the way you fell against him. The backwards tug had caused you to stumble and land in an undignified sprawl in his lap. Not to mention the elbow you accidentally threw against his ribs, earning yourself an ‘ouch!’ to match your unbecoming cry of surprise.

Still, he caught you from bouncing back to the floor, nearly cradling you against his chest.

“I swear, that was an accident,” Sylvain said, always so quick with damage control. His voice vibrated against your cheek, oddly intimate. “Are you all right?”

“Let me go,” you said, voice pinched and cheeks burning. Tears, either from embarrassment or hurt, were quickly gathering in your eyes, blurring your vision. In an ungainly and halfhearted way, you struggled, but he held fast. Steady.

“I will. But first…” Sylvain paused, as if unsure. You didn’t want to look at him, didn’t want to let him see whatever expression you were making, but you knew he was looking at you. Intently. “Did you mean that?” Vulnerability colored his tone, softened it. His voice wasn’t strong with his patented flirtatious bravado, or cold with simmering steel. He spoke with disbelief.

“Why would I lie?” you asked, hardly audible. The words were meant to be strong, but your unrelenting emotions dictated otherwise.

“I don’t know, I-”

“You’re an idiot, Sylvain. Please, let me go,” you insisted, emphasizing the words oddly out of the vice that had become your throat. Finally, he released you to scramble and be free from his grasp, twisting upright to sit on the bed next to him and regain control over yourself.

“Just, wait. Before you go, please hear me out. I know I don’t deserve it, but…”

You didn’t respond, not trusting your voice as you tried to calm yourself down with deep breaths. But you didn’t leave, either. Of course you didn’t. Sylvain, thankfully, took that as the silent permission it was.

“When you spoke, I got scared,” he admitted. “Most girls just want me for my title or my Crest, and when I thought that it was the same for you, I… I was the one who made a mistake. I’m sorry, truly I am.” Peeking at him from the corner of your eye, you could see the furrow of Sylvain’s brows, the frowning twist of his lips. It was a look you’d never seen on him. Regret, maybe. Weakness. Somehow, you didn’t doubt the apology.

What a mess.

You sighed, rubbing your reddened face. At least the tears had finally been fought off. For now. “I know.”

“No, I swear that I’m not lyin- Huh?” he said, his prepared counter cut off in confusion.

“I believe you. You’re not a bad person, Sylvain, no matter what anyone says.”

His surprise was palpable in the air between you, almost justifying the pain you felt.

“You say that, but it doesn’t excuse the things I’ve done,” he finally said. Self soothing, he ran a hand through his hair again, not that it could get any messier. “But, if you were being honest about the way you feel, then… I’d like to be the type of man who deserves that. Who deserves you. Even if you want nothing to do with me, one day I will find a way to make it up to you, to earn your forgiveness.” Sylvain spoke with a strange conviction, as if trying to motivate himself just as much as he was trying to convince you. It made your heart flip oddly. “I swear.”

Sylvain could say such awful things, he could be so absolutely clueless, and he probably wasn’t altogether worth the heartache you felt. But, no, those were just things you said to yourself in an attempt to save face. Because, despite all that, you adored him. And that was that.

“You already have my forgiveness,” you said, “I accept your apology.”  

Sylvain’s eyes widened in shock. It was really almost adorable. “What? Really?”

“I’m an idiot, too,” you answered, a wry smile on your lips. “But I haven’t lied to you, Sylvain. I can handle rejection like an adult. You apologized for being unkind, and I forgive you. I’m not going to hold any of this against you, because I… ” You couldn’t say that word, unwanted and ugly, again. But that was fine, it was better this way. You let it drop.

But he didn’t. “Because you…?” 

You winced. Did Sylvain really not get it? “Nothing, forget it.”

“No, what were going to say?”

“Really, nothing, I should-”

“I love you. That’s it, right? You really meant it,” he said.

One of his hands rose to cup your cheek, pulling your face towards his. Sincerity shone in the light brown of his eyes, as did determination. Despite the fact that you knew you looked a wreck, that you were probably making some sort of dumb expression, you didn’t want to look away. 

“You said you believed my apology. Well, will you believe me if I say that I love you, too? Not just because you said it first, or because you’re one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever had the pleasure to know, but because you’re you. I love you.”

“Careful, Sylvain, people will think you’ve gone soft,” you tried to joke, hushed in a completely different way than before. He laughed.

“People can think whatever they want, although maybe it’d be better if we gave them something to talk about.” You didn’t resist as he pulled you closer, brushing the hair away from your face.

“You’re an idiot,” you said, attempting to sound playful but coming off as nothing short of adoring. 

“Yeah, but can I be your idiot?” Sylvain asked, pulling one of your legs over his lap. Bold, but he was kind of a bold person. You held onto him just as tightly, allowing yourself to enjoy the feeling of his body against yours. It was your turn to laugh, unable to contain the giddy excitement his flirtatious earnestness filled you with. Tonight truly had been a whirlwind. The relief was striking. 

“Only if I can be yours.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal,” Sylvain responded, sealing the promise with a kiss.

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Coming Out To Tara

Pairing: Tara Chambler x female reader

Word Count: 1190

Warnings: None, just good old fluff/angst between two gay women

This is a prompt that I have been wanting to write for myself for a while now, given as I love Tara and I am a partially-closeted bi-sexual girl, so I feel like we can all appreciate this sort of prompt :)

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You had a huge secret that you have managed to hide from the group, for the most part. Before the world went to shit, you were just another woman in the closet, confused and scared. When it all ended, you figured that your problems with having to hide your sexuality would end as well, but that was not the case. You had to lie from time to time, such as when you would have late night talks with Maggie or Beth, asking if you liked anyone in the group or about previous lovers.

When you met Tara, you knew you were in trouble. You found her very attractive right away, and she was pretty openly gay, so you feared that she would figure you out and expose your secret. It’s not like you didn’t want everyone to know - you just wanted it to be on your own terms, when you were ready.

So when you guys got to know each other while out on the road after Terminus, you did your best to seem uninterested in any way other than a friend, and you thought that she was buying it. But once your group settled into Alexandria, you found it harder and harder to keep your feelings for her hidden.

One night you caught her sitting outside. You had come out for fresh air, only to be greeted by her sitting on the porch as well, glancing over her shoulder and smiling at you as you stepped out into the cool night. Your heart dropped at that smile. She’s so friendly, and caring, and beautiful. You couldn’t think of a single thing wrong with her. “Want some company?” You ask, standing beside her, waiting for her okay to sit. She nods, patting the stair for you to sit, so you do. You are wearing a sweater over your night clothes, since it isn’t a particularly warm night. But even with your sweater, you could tell you were going to be cold after a few minutes out here. You didn’t care though, you wanted to be alone with her.

She is wrapped in a blanket, looking cozy and adorable, so inviting. You snap out of your thoughts, realizing you’re probably staring, and turn your eyes to the dark empty streets, wondering how you ended up here.

There is a comfortable silence as you take in the night together, a breeze going by here and there, sending shivers down your arms. Tara looks over at you, startling you a little when she brings her hand up to tuck your hair behind your ear and out of your face. “You’re shivering.” She notes, and you shrug, trying to play it off. “I’m fine.” You reply, acting as though you barely noticed that it was cold out. She scoots closer to you, making you turn to look at her, now at close proximity.

“Come here.” She mutters, opening her blanket covered arms, motioning for you to get in the blanket with her. You gulp nervously but move closer anyway, you thighs and arms touching now, and she places the blanket over your shoulders, resting her hand on your knee. You look down at her hand, your knee feeling on fire from her touch, and try to act calm. “You know I know, right?” She whispers, still looking at you. You snap your head to face her again, suddenly extremely close to her own face, being illuminating in the moonlight, making her look even prettier than normal.

You know what she is talking about, but you hope that you are wrong. “What?” You question, playing dumb, feeling very nervous and uncomfortable about the topic. Yes, of course you want nothing more than to kiss her and declare your love, but you are terrified to do so.

“You don’t have to admit it, I remember what it was like for me. But I know, and I can relate, ya know, if you ever wanna talk about it, or anything.” She rambles, a little nervous herself. You can’t decide what to say. Clearly she knows, should you just admit it? Does she just know that you are gay or does she know that you are into her too? You end up just looking at her like a deer in headlights for a moment, until you see her smile returning and feel her hand patting your knee.

“Uhh, how..?” You finally speak, your mouth feeling dry. Obviously she won’t judge you, although maybe she thinks you’re weak for hiding who you really are for so long. Your thoughts are racing a million per minute, and you almost don’t hear her respond. “Takes one to know one. Don’t worry, I don’t think the others figured it out. Maybe Maggie, but that’s all.” She says, trying to comfort you. You feel a little better, but only a little. “When did you figure it out?” Tara asks, clearly interested in hearing about your experience. Something about the way she was looking at you and how accepting and normal she was being, made you calm down, and want to tell her about it.

“Just before everything happened… I guess I always knew, but I didn’t really accept it for a long time.” You explain, bashfully looking in her eyes as you tell your story for the first time. She nods as you speak, resting her chin in her hand, looking genuinely interested.

“Have you ever had a girlfriend?” She presses, and you smile at the fond memory of your first kiss with a girl that you had fallen for. Unfortunately, she was straight, and had only kissed you because she was drunk and trying to show off to some guys at the party you were at - but it was still great.

“Not a real one, no. Only a few flings here and there.” You respond, and she nods again.

“Ya know… I think the others wouldn’t care at all, if you did tell them. I mean, they treat me completely normal, always have. I think you’d feel a lot better if you were to.” She says, and you shake your head, looking away.

“I will, eventually.” You mutter, not wanting to think about how you’ll ever do that. Tara drops it, understanding how difficult and scary it can be.

“Well, it’s getting a little cold. I’m gonna head in…” She says, not moving from her spot. You admire her for a moment, a gust of wind pushing her hair into her face, which you hesitantly brush behind her shoulder. And then you can see it in her eyes - she knows. And yet, she doesn’t look awkward or nervous or grossed out - she just looks like regular happy old Tara. She grins at you, touching your hand that is on her shoulder, then stands up, letting the blanket fall from her. You go to give it back, but she leans over and wraps it tighter around you, and much to your surprise, kisses you cheek. It’s quick and over in an instant, but it leaves you smiling for the rest of the night, suddenly feeling not so scared about letting your secret out.

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To be Her O.A.O. (one-and-only) - Chapter 2

written by: @noneyabidnes

Rating: Mature

Prompt 73: Katniss marries Gale before he’s sent to fight WWII. Gale sends home his buddy Peeta to break the news to his wife and family that he’s fallen in love with someone else in Europe and is staying there after the war… Peeta is under the impression Katniss is a cold woman that only married his friend out of obligation but finds out the other side of the story soon enough. [submitted by @alliswell21]

Tags: era-appropriate derogatory terms for Axis powers, angst

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Chapter 2

The shadows are stretching long by the time we hear hooves coming up the road.  Prim jumps out of her seat saying she needs to check on the sheep as Katniss continues dinner preparations in the small kitchen.  I try to stand up to help just to have her shush me back down again.  I’ve offered more than once, but somewhere in the last couple hours, as we’ve talked about nothing in particular, she’s come to decide I’m an acceptable guest, and I’ve barely been able to take my eyes off her.  As she turns her back to me, I snag the rumpled photo back off the table and slip it in my pocket

It’s become my personal challenge to get her to smile as much as I can, telling stories about every Good-time Charley and cracked egg I met in the service.  I even managed a blush out of her, and Prim for that matter, delicately explaining why most guys referred to letters from their girls back home as sugar reports.  It prompted her to ask me about my own special someone, of which I had to admit I had none.  Delly Cartwright and I used to pal around a bit, but last I’d heard she’d gone and hitched up with Thom Quinn after he’d come back from France.  I wasn’t surprised to hear she’d fallen for the flyboy, nor was I hurt.  She and I weren’t cut out for one-and-only.

I’m still watching Katniss push onions around a pan when she starts to sing quietly to herself.  It’s a song from before the war, one I haven’t heard since before I shipped out to Parris Island, but what catches me isn’t sentimentality toward the song, but the rich tone of her voice.  Gale never mentioned she could sing.  He spoke endlessly about her hunting acumen, how sensible she was, if a bit distant and frigid in her demeanor.  He made it seem like getting any affection from her was hard-fought.  That even after they had married, he still didn’t think she really felt much love for him.  To hear the emotion in her voice as she sings, I know how wrong he was.  Not that she was in love—it does seem clear that wasn’t the case—but that she wears her heart where it can get trampled.  That this ‘cold woman with a hard stare’ as he often put it, is in fact a woman full of warmth.  Each smile I’ve earned from her has felt like a victory and now, to hear her singing as though she’s perfectly comfortable with me in her kitchen, I can’t imagine ever being able to tear myself away from this shack on this rock outcrop of a mountain.  From her.

And I immediately fill with shame for feeling it.  I shouldn’t be a goner for my best friend’s not-an-ex-wife.  We’ve only just met.  We know nothing about one another beyond the pleasantries we’ve exchanged these past couple hours.  There’s no way I could ever convince her that I’m an upstanding man if I were to tell her the thoughts running through my mind.  I’d only confirm her initial misgivings of having me here in the first place.

Prim stomps back through the door with a tall young man on her heels who is the spitting image of his older brother.  This must be Rory, the one Gale always speaks about with equal parts pride and frustration.  I carefully stand on one leg to shake his hand as he towers over me and Katniss gasps.

“We never went to your mother’s house! Oh no, we got so caught up talking about…what were we even talking about?”  She looks to me to fill in the gap and I return Rory’s solid handshake.

“Matters of deep importance, if I do recall.  Rory, I presume.  Your brother didn’t lie about how strong you are, but I doubt he realizes how tall you’ve gotten.  He was always proud of having a coupla inches on you.  I daresay you’re taller’an him now.  You must have been stealin’ rations.”

A grin breaks out on Rory’s face before he pulls me in for a quick, surprising hug, knocking me slightly off balance.  “It’s all the squirrel Katniss keeps feedin’ us.  Where is he?  Prim wouldn’t tell me anything.”  He hasn’t let go of my hand, but he’s looking around the shack, as though the Lance Corporal will appear any moment.

“We should go talk to you mother.” Katniss jumps in.  She turns back to the stove and shuffles pans away from the heat.  “Come on.  Let’s head over there.  Rory, can you help Peeta walk?”

“Peter?” He glances back at me and his eyes trail down to my prosthetic propped against the wall by my chair.

“Peeta,” she corrects before I can, and I have to fight the smile that threatens to take over my face at how natural my name sounds on her lips.  Lips I’m not supposed to be staring at.  The guilt flares again.  I have got to get a handle on myself.

“Peeta Mellark,” I fill in.  “Your brother and I served together for over two years.  Not many guys I can say that about, unfortunately.”

“But he’s okay, right?”

“Yes.  Likely already back in Japan with the occupying forces.  I would be there too, if it weren’t for my leg.”

His eyes widen, taking in the full extent of the situation.  Prim steps up.  “I told you, he walked all the way up here.  He can’t put weight on it for a coupla days.”

“Can you mount a horse?”

“Sorry, city boy here.  I’ve never been within twenty feet of a horse.”

“Huh.  Hard to imagine life without one ‘round here.  Okay, let’s see here.”

As Rory’s scratching his head, Katniss turns back to the stove and shuffles things around again.

“Rory, just go run and get your mother and bring the crew back here.  You can all eat here tonight.  I was just tossin’ together some stew anyway.” 

He nods at the order as though Katniss were his CO and Gale’s words about her strength pop back into my head.  He’s out the door before I can say anything else. 

“You run a tight ship ‘round here.”

“Hardly, but I’m his big sister, whether we share blood or not.  I carried that boy on my hip as much as any other woman on this mountain, and his little brother even more so.  They know better’an to give me lip.”

“Yes ma’am.” I salute her quickly before I return to my seat, surprised by how much standing for the short period on one leg has exhausted me.  I feel so far from the strong boot I was so few months ago.

She graces me with another small smile and I find myself berating Gale in my mind.  How dare you call this woman cold?  With the exception of her pointing an arrow at me when I first appeared on the mountain, she’s been nothing if not understanding and warm.  And she sings!  How could anyone walk away from her? Just as quickly the scolding turns back on myself.  She’s married, you cracked egg!  To your best friend!  Let it go!

In no time, Rory is back through the door with an even younger version of Gale in tow as well as a young girl who must be Posy.  I can see immediately why he is so protective of her.  Delicate features that are slightly gaunt, pointing to a rough life.  So beautiful and sweet in her countenance.  Her large grey eyes take me in and immediately turn back to her big brother. 

“He’s Gale’s friend?  Where’s Gale?”  Rory puts his index finger up to his lips and she falls silent.  I reach out a hand toward her.

“Hi Posy.  Yes, I’m Gale’s friend Peeta.  He sent me here to make sure you were all doin’ well.  He misses you so much, li’l sweetheart.  He told me lots about you, including how beautiful you are.  I’m sorry he’s not here himself.”

Katniss cuts in before I can say anything more. “Where’s your Ma?”

“She put herself to bed early and Vick couldn’t get her to crack an eye when he went in to wake her.”

Silence fills the small room.  What would they have done for dinner if Katniss hadn’t invited them over?  Looking at the boys, I’m sure they can fend for themselves, but it still reinforces the reason Gale wanted to marry Katniss before he left.  She’s the one who makes sure these kids are taken care of.

“Well, I guess there’s no reason to keep it hush-hush,” Katniss starts.  “Gale’s doing fine.  He got injured back on Okinawa, but he’s back with his battalion over in Japan now.  Thing is, he’s not gonna be comin’ home after he’s done over there.  He found a lady on an island that loves him and they’re havin’ a baby.  He’s gonna stay and live with her after he’s done his tour.”

Posy’s innocence cuts to the heart of it. “But I thought he was gonna have babies with you?”

Katniss shakes her head.  “No, Pose, me and Gale never was gonna have kids.  We’ve got you guys.  You’re all the family we ever wanted.  Don’t need no babies underfoot when I’m huntin’ or milkin’ the goats.”

“But you guys love each other.”

Katniss reaches out and pulls Posy into her lap like she’s done it a thousand times.  My heart breaks to see the comfort between them.  This is Gale’s family.  He should be here.  How did he walk away from this?

“Ya’ know Posy, you’re right.  Gale and I do love each other, but not the way your Ma and Pa loved each other.  Not the way Prim and Rory love each other.  Gale and I, we know, knew each other inside and out, but we were never big into kissing and hugging.  And this lady he met, he loves her much bigger than he loves me.  And that’s alright.  I’m happy for him Posy, ya’ hear?  Happy he gets to have someone who loves him like he’s the most important guy on this here Earth.  Someone who can give him babies and make him smile, because he deserves that, don’t he, Pose?”

The little one rests her head on Katniss’s shoulder and snuggles in tighter.  “Will you still give me hugs and kisses?”

“Oh, sugar, you and I? We’re together ‘til you can’t stand me, ya’ hear?  We’re family.  That had nothin’ to do with Gale and everythin’ to do with bein’ there for your first steps and first words, and holdin’ your hand on the way to school.  Gale can go have his big adventure.  We’ll keep being family here, no matter.”

“So he’s not takin’ you away?” The sweet girl points at me and Katniss’s eyes widen briefly before a soft smile graces her face.

“No, he’s not takin’ me anywhere.  Gale sent him here to make sure I was okay, to make sure we all are.  He doesn’t want us to be angry with him for stayin’ there.  And we’re not, are we?”

Posy shakes her head slowly against Katniss’s shoulder, her hand absently playing with the end of Katniss’s braid.

“Ma’s gonna be angry,” Vick speaks up and all eyes turn to him.

“Well, she’ll jus’ have to take that up with me,” Katniss states, leaving no room for argument.  “Now, if you wanna know how your brother’s doin’, this nice gentleman here, Mr. Peeta, can answer all your questions.  I recommend you ask ‘em one on top of ‘nother so that he can hardly keep up.”

She slides Posy off her lap and turns back toward the pots on the stove, but not before I catch the glint of mischief in her eyes.  Posy doesn’t disappoint, asking everything from what color Gale’s clothes are these days to what the baby’s name will be.  She keeps going all the way through dinner and up to the moment Rory picks her up to carry her tired frame back across the field to their home.

Prim follows them out the door, her hand resting on the small of Rory’s back.  I’ll have to write to Gale to let him know that Rory’s found his O.A.O., his one-and-only.  I wonder how he’ll react to it being Prim.  And I’ll have to fill him in on Posy’s interrogation. 

Behind me I can hear Katniss shuffling around by the small couch that Prim called her bed.  Just moments before Vick was sitting on it with Katniss and as I turn to watch I notice the threadbare sheets that are creating a home for me tonight.

“I know Prim didn’t really give you much choice, but if you’re more comfortable, I can sleep outside or in the barn.  I’m usta sleepin’ sittin’ up at this point.  I don’t need to be in your space.”

“Don’t you know better than to turn down mountain hospitality?  No, I don’t mind you being here.  It may not make much sense, but I kinda like havin’ you here.  The house feels a little safer, a little fuller.  I don’t know, maybe it’s just all those stories you told about Gale and the rest of the guys, but I feel like I already know you.  Like you’re just a long-lost friend that Gale managed to wrangle back to the mountain.”

She’ll never know how much those words mean to me, or how she’s brought hope to a man that has felt his worth in the world dwindling by the day, but I try to express at least a little of it.  “Thank you.  Gale told me you were fiercely protective of your brood up here.  I can see why, but yeah, from all his stories I kinda feel like I know all of you as well, although you’re a bit of a surprise.”

She turns to catch my eyes, a question on her lips so I plunge ahead. 

“I didn’t know how you would handle the news.  Most gals don’t take kindly to word their man’s shacked up with another girl.  Since I’ve told you, I’ve seen you smile and sing.  I dare say you’re genuinely happy for him.”

Bringing herself up straight and rigid, she rolls her shoulders back, incidentally drawing my attention to areas I’m better off not noticing.  “Ya’know Corporal, I am happy.  When we got married, I felt like I’d been trapped.  I knew it was the right thing to do.  I understood why he’d suggested it, but he, well, he had these feelings that I just didn’t have.  Only time we ever kissed was after the preacher finished our vows.  Shouldn’t a wife want to kiss her husband?  We didn’t even sleep in the same house that night!  He tried to…well, I shoun’t be tellin’ you all this.”

“You weren’t in love with him and he wanted you to be.”

She nods solemnly.  “We needed each other to survive for those many years after our Pa’s died, and he knew I’d take care o’ his family while he was gone.  I wasn’t lyin’ to Posy.  They’re my family, no matter what.  I didn’t need to marry him for that to be so.  But he wanted ta make sure his pay came here and that his mother didn’t drink it.”

“If you don’t mind my askin’, has there been a guy you did want?”

Her eyebrow raises, almost like a challenge.  “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Just wantin’ to make sure no one’s showing up with a shotgun while I’m sleepin’ in your house.  I’ve already been shot at enough in this life.”

She drops to the edge of the bed and levels me with her stare.  “You grew up in a city, so I’ll excuse you not knowin’ anything about small towns, but let me just tell ya, I’ve known ev’ry boy in this town since the days when they still ran around in nappies.  You’re the first new man I’ve met since before the war—ain’t no young fellas been around.  They all took off to fight the Jerries and the Japs, and those that stayed behind were chickens and ‘shiners.  No, Corporal Mellark, there’s no one poundin’ down our door in the middle of the night who’ll batt an eye at you on our cot, and if they did, I’d point my arrow right back at’em.”

“Hell, you’re like Artemis herself.  How could any man resist that?” I retort.

Happy with herself, the grin that splits her cheeks makes up for every bad thing I’ve seen in the last three years.  The heavy silence that sits between us stretches on until I wonder if I’m not the only one feeling awake and alive in a new way. 

When Prim pushes through the door several minutes later, she finds us still smiling silently at one another.  Shaking her head, she walks past us and into the back of the house to where I presume Katniss’s bedroom must be.  The spell is broken, but the smiles remain.

“I should be gettin’ to bed, Miss Everdeen.  My nurse says I have to rest up and I want to make sure I can help out while I’m here.  You got the fixin’s for pancakes in the morning?”  I don’t think my use of her maiden name goes unnoticed as she leans in so slightly toward me.

“You just have to sweet talk the chickens into givin’ you a coupla eggs, but I doubt that’ll be a problem for you, Corporal.”  Something about the way she says my rank sounds oh so good and my thoughts take a decidedly un-Christian turn, particularly with her sitting just across from me on what sure as hell looks like a bed.  Luckily, she takes that moment to stand. 

“Goodnight Corporal Peeta Mellark.” It rolls off her tongue, leaving me wondering if the innuendo is all in my head.  It has to be, right?  No way this beautiful woman could be flirting with someone as damaged as me.

My “Goodnight Katniss” as her skirt swishes past my knees comes out just shy of a whisper, but I swear she pauses to smile again. 

I’ve slept sitting up in the pouring rain as machine-gun fire bounced around me.  How in the world am I going to sleep tonight?

[deanscarlett]

Seeing Red

Author: Salvachester

Challenges: 1) Ash’s 4K Followers celebration @evansrogerskitten prompts: Character’s 1 person POV and the phrase “I’d follow you anywhere”. 2) @roxyspearing “The 30 Deans for 30 Years Challenge!” prompt: MOC!Dean

Characters: MOC!Dean, Reader, small appearances from Sam, Jody, OMC Andy.

Pairing: Dean x Female Reader

Warnings: Angst, F-word galore!, violence, mentions of masturbation, mentions of sex (nothing explicit this time), violent boyfriend (nothing too serious or descriptive), self-loathing Dean.

Additional tags: Dean's POV, hardcore pining, protective!Dean, comfort.

Word Count: 3190 words

Description: The Mark of Cain has Dean on edge, especially when someone hurts the woman he loves.

A/N: This was quite a challenge to write, and definitely out of my comfort zone since 1st person POV is not something I usually write or read (few exceptions apply, of course ;)); and it’s also REALLY hard, as a woman, to get in the headspace of a man and make him sound accordingly. I hope I did it right. Especial thanks to Mimi @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog for betaing it <3 <3

Hope you guys like it! (PS: a little hint, the last 2 phrases at the end, remember how it got resolved in canon ;)) 

(pretend it’s MOC!Dean and not demon!dean in the gif :P)

Gif credit: my dear Pam @saucynewf ( X ) 

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To be honest, I brought this shit on myself; I thought that doing right by her would make things easier, better. Granted, it took every fucking bit of willpower to play dumb when she had hinted a move at me; and it hurt so fucking much to watch that hint of sadness cross her eyes when I faked not catching her drift, silently shooting her down. But I had no choice, I can't be with her, not as long as this damn tramp stamp is on my arm. Y/N deserves better, and I ain't it.

And now, she's dating this one guy, and I-I can't put my finger on it, but I don't like him. Sammy thinks I'm just being jealous; okay, yes, of course I'm jealous, he gets to be with her, but this isn't just about that. There's something off about this dude, and it's making me crawl up the walls.

She's been going out with him for nearly a month now, like, a couple of dates here and there. Nothing serious, not like she's ever gonna settle down with him; hunters don't settle down. But I ain't dumb, I know they're fucking, and it's driving me fucking crazy. Everytime she comes back to the bunker in the morning, I get this intense need to go find some nasty to hunt and take my frustration out on it. Which is why we've been hunting like maniacs lately.

He gets to touch her, feel her, kiss her; meanwhile, I'm here playing with my junk all by myself. But what the fuck am I gonna do? I practically shoved her into the first guy that crossed her path. So yeah, I brought this shit on myself and I can't do anything about it.

I didn't hear her arrive this morning, and I'm about to explode. She's not home yet and I don't fucking like it. I need coffee. Yeah, coffee is not gonna calm me down, I know that, but who the fuck cares? It's either coffee or break someth-

Wait, she is home; I can hear her talking with Sam in the kitchen, and now that I see her, she's wearing her pajamas. Odd.

Odd but satisfying, not gonna lie. She usually spends the night with him, but not this time.

Good.

Yeah, I'm an asshole, sue me, I should be happy for her but there's this part of me that won't let me. Maybe it's my hunch, maybe it's the Mark, I don't fucking know.

But what I do know is that the air in the room is heavy; Sam looks too damn serious and worried, almost angry; and for some damn reason, I don't make it to the room. Every nerve in my body is on edge, and I don't fucking know why.

And then I see it, that shine on her face that she's icing; and I just know he did it to her.

I'm gonna kill him, I'm gonna beat the everliving shit outta him, and then I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch. Nobody touches Y/N and lives to tell the tale.

I guess they both heard me tear out of the garage like a bat out of hell, because neither of them won't stop texting and calling. I'm not gonna pick up, I know they are trying to stop me for my own sake, but I don't fucking care. Nobody hurts my girl. Nobody.

All things considered, I suppose it's a good thing I dropped her off at his place last week, or else I wouldn't know where he lives.

For fucks sake, Sam, stop calling, you are not gonna change my mind. Now that I think it, I should have snagged her keys, bet he's not far behind. Pedal to the metal it is.

Andy, that's this motherfucker's name. He barely opens the door before I'm kicking it down and clocking him. The bloody scratches on his face don't go unnoticed. Good, she did that, atta girl.

"I'm gonna kill you, you son of bitch!"

He can't even reply, I'm not letting him, he's bloody and swollen and trying to fight back. But he can't, he doesn't have my training or my experience, nor this Mark that seems to fuel me like the best steroid in the world.

I'm seeing red and he ain't got nothing on me.

"Dean! Stop, you're gonna kill him!"

Wow, you are very observant, Sam. Now, let me get back to pummeling this asshole.

To be fair, I didn't even notice him arrive, nor that he brought Jody along. What for, I don't fucking know. I don't care, she can arrest me if she wants, I don't care. She can arrest me after I'm done, I don't ca-

"Dean, please, please stop!"

He brought Y/N? Why they fuck, Sam? She shouldn't be here, she shouldn't be anywhere near this jackass.

"Please, for me."

Her words stop me cold for a moment, long enough for the three of them to pry me off this guy. I chance a glance at her, and the fear and pain in her puffy red eyes feels like someone threw my heart into the trash compactor and turned it on.

It's unbearable. She's afraid of me. This can't be happening.

We stare at each other in silence; offhandedly, I hear Jody tell the scumbag that pressing charges against me won't do him shit, especially since he has several records of battery. That last bit registers in the back of my mind, and I'm ready to go again, but I just can't pull away from her, not when she grabs my hand and guides me to the car.

The ride back home is hell, not only because Sam won't stop talking, but also because Y/N's not with us, she drove off in her car to drop Jody off back in Topeka. I guess she wanted to talk with her; I hope it's just that and not fear to be alone with me. Please don't let it be that.

So Sam's calmed down a bit, and I guess he understands why I did it, and to some extent, he agrees, even if he won't admit it. I know my little brother better than anyone, and I know he's trying to not encourage violent behavior.

Well, that ship has sailed, and let's face it, this is nothing compared to what happened the last time I snapped like this. Those creeps had it coming, even more than this Andy jackass.

But you see, this asshole hurt my girl, not some chick I saw, what, two times?

My girl. I should probably stop calling her that, because she's not really my girl, and, fuck, it hurts.

She hasn't returned and I'm climbing the fucking walls, again. It doesn't help that Sam keeps insisting I go shower to cool off and wash the blood off of me. He's probably right, I should do that.

I can somewhat deal with not being with her, but she's afraid of me and I can't fucking stand it. I'm losing her; soon she's gonna move out, I can feel it, and I don't like it. How the fuck am I supposed to protect her if I'm not around her?

Yes, I fucking know she's a hunter and can defend herself, okay? But I can't help feeling this overwhelming need to protect her. Especially now. That shine on her face? That's on me. It's on me because I pushed her away. She wouldn't have it if it wasn't for me.

I fucking love the water pressure of the bunker, I could spend hours under it. You know what would make it even better? Share it with her. Oh man, to feel her all wet and warm, pressed up against me; touch every inch of her skin. Hear her moan my name over and over again… Okay, I guess we're doing that.

Huh. Didn't even notice I busted my knuckles.

Well, that certainly took some of the edge off, but fuck, I need a drink. Guess it's time to crack that bottle of Black Label; been meaning to open that one for a special occasion. I guess 'about to lose the girl that keeps you up at night' qualifies as a special occasion.

Or not.

She's home and beat me to it. How the hell did she find it? Damn it, sweetheart, that was for a special occasion! Sigh, I can't be mad at her. I mean, look at her, all sad and unfocused, lost in thought. How could anyone hurt something so beautiful? I don't fucking get it.

"How are you feeling?" I hate asking such a pointless question, I know the answer, I know she's not fine, but how else do I talk to her after what happened? I don't want her to be afraid of me, I hate it. This Mark is turning me into a monster, I know that. I don't want her to see me like that.

"I'm okay."

No you're not, you can't fool me Y/NN. Fuck, this whiskey is good.

"If you say so…" Shit fuck, why did I say that? She's gonna think I don't care, or that I'm angry. Yup, she's giving me her death glare.

Damn it, I didn't notice her split lip before. I'm gonna kill that son of a-. Breathe, count to ten. For her. One… Two…

"I'm sorry, I'm still running on fumes." I need to know. "Can you tell me what happened?"

Yeah, I know the cliff notes of what happened. But I want the full story, I want every detail, I need to feel her pain. Take it from her and make it mine, because it's my fault she got hurt. I got her into this mess.

"Please?" God, her face is so soft.

This could go either way. Either she tells me or not, and I'm not sure how I'll react. Probably gonna head back out there and go another round of punch-the-fucker.

Oh, she's gathering herself. Here we go.

"So, um, we were having dinner and he started asking all sorts of questions about you guys. At first I went along, very vaguely of course, nothing about our trade, he still thinks I just happen to be unemployed. But then I noticed it wasn't because he was honestly interested or anything, but rather… fishing for something."

Oh you sly fuck, testing to see if there was any competition, huh.

"Anyways… he dropped it for a while, and then out of nowhere he starts saying I should start looking for a place for myself..."

Over my dead body, jackass.

"... Nevermind I'm 'unemployed', right?" God, she's fucking adorable when she does the air quotes.

"So when I tell him no, he starts raising his voice, telling me that I shouldn't be living with two guys, that I should leave and go with him. As you can guess, I got mad and told him to fuck off."

I need another drink, or so god help me.

"So next he starts accusing me of probably sleeping with you both and calling me a whore."

Count to ten, Dean, count to fucking ten.

"So I slap him. Never imagined he would hit back. Next thing I know I'm kicking him in the balls, scratching his face and getting out of there as fast as I could."

The only reason I don't get back out there is because I don't want to upset her even more. I can't leave her alone when she's like this, which reminds me… Where the fuck is Sam? Oh well, whatever.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N, wish I've done something sooner."

Shit, I spoke too much and now she wants to know what I mean. How do I explain it to her without giving too much away? I can't tell her the Mark pulses like crazy when she's in some kind of danger. She'll know why it happens, I can't burden her with that. She deserves better, she doesn't deserve a monster like me.

Think, Dean, think!

"My gut told me he was bad news from day one." Fuck, no, shouldn't have said that. She's gonna ask why I didn't warn her, and with all fucking reason. Fix it, you idiot! "Usually, I'd trust my instincts, but they've been out of whack ever since I got the Mark."

Lies, they haven't been wrong since I got it, not even once; but she doesn't know that.

"It's not your fault, Dean." Why am I relieved she's not being sincere? Easy, because it is my fault, and I'm fucking glad she sees it too.

"Well, I'm the one picking 'em, ain't it? And I'm not exactly trophy girlfriend material either, so there's that."

Oh hell to the fucking no. Don't you fucking dare think that about yourself, sweetheart.

"Don't say that, Y/NN, that's not true, you are an amazing woman. You are smart, badass, beautiful… You could get any guy you want; they'll be lucky to have you."

I should fucking learn to shut my trap, or think twice before speaking. Turns out, wording is everything. As Credence would say, there's a bad moon on the rise. She's fuming now.

"Really? Then how come I don't have the guy I want, huh? If I'm so awesome, huh? Do me a favor and never tell me I can have any guy I want, because that's a fucking lie."

Well, fuck, she got me; she cornered me and I don't know how to get out of this one without lying some more and hurting her feelings.

"Look, Dean, I'm not mad you don't feel that way about me, no one can control that…"

Oh, honey, if only you knew…

"... I'm mad that you used that stupid phrase on me. That phrase is bullshit, it's a fucking lie. I hate being lied to."

Dude, react; say something to her, anything!

"I think it's best if I go. Stay with Jody 'til I find a place to live. I can't do this anymore."

I always ruin everything; I knew this was gonna happen, I knew it.

"I'm sorry, Dean."

Do something! Don't let her go, you can't lose her; she's the only thing keeping you in check. Yes, I know, ironic considering what happened today; but you get what I mean.

What's that phrase Sam pulled on me last time he caught me lying? Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth? And as it turns out, it's annoyingly fucking accurate.

"You're wrong, Y/N." Nice way to change her mind, you idiot. "I saw your move from a mile away, and, for a moment, it felt so damn right."

Well, at least she's back in the room, that's a good start, I guess.

"But then I remembered the Mark, and all the chaos and destruction it's bringing, that I'm bringing. I don't want that for you; you deserve so much better than me. I'm bad news, maybe even more than that douchebag."

"That's so not true, Dean." No no no, her voice is breaking, I can't see her like this. I should be the one soothing her, but instead she's soothing me. God, I love it when she touches my face. Every time she does it the Mark stops all the dark whispers, at least for a while.

"You saw me, how I keep snapping; what if one day I snap at you?" That's my greatest fear, being so blind by the Mark that I end up hurting her and Sammy. I could never live with myself.

"I know you won't, I trust you, Dean." And this time she is sincere. How could she trust me? I'm a fucking time bomb.

"How? Why would you? You had your fair share of violent guys today, you don't need more of that; I saw how much he scared you and… Y/NN, I saw the way you looked at me, you are afraid of me too, and I don't blame you."

Why do I tell her these things? She had a shitty day and I'm dumping my crap on her. I'm poison.

"Wait, what? No, Dean, that's not-"

"You don't have to sugarcoat it; I get it, I really do. First one jackass scared you, and then another one even worse."

I can't read her, I can't tell if she's upset, or trying to make me feel better, I hope not, I don't deserve it.

"Okay, let's clear some things up. First of all I'm a hunter, so I had much worse than a jackass punching my face. Ah ah, let me finish…"

Yes ma'am.

"... sure, it did hurt on the account that it was someone that supposedly cared for me. So no, he didn't scare me, he got me angry; hell, I only dated him for a month, so it's not a big deal either. And second… You don't scare me, Dea-"

"Yes, I do, you looked so terrified, not only earlier when I was pummelling him, but also not fifteen minutes ago when you were sitting all alone-"

If she gets any closer, I won't be able to control myself, I need to kiss her, bad.

"I'm not scared of you! I'm scared for you. I'm terrified of what may happen to you; you get so out of control that I'm afraid the next time you pick up a fight, they will fight back and get lucky. I can't go through the black eyes again. I can't."

She's right; I can't be that thing again. "Then maybe I'm the one who should leave, be locked away for the sake of everyone."

I didn't mean to say that out loud.

"Then I'd follow you anywhere. Unless, of course, you don't want to be with me; and I'm not talking about the Mark, but this." Between the way she's looking at me, and her hand now on my heart… Yeah, I'm losing this battle.

I guess, without realizing, I got closer and now she has her arms around my neck, and holy fuck, she's kissing me. Oh yeah, this is happening. Fuck this feels good, and not just in my mouth; oh fuck, I'm getting har-.

No no, don't pull away, it's not enough, need more. Oh, wait, she's not sure if I wanted to kiss her or not… Fuck yeah, of course I do!

So I let go.

I haven't felt this good since… I don't fucking know. I woke up next to her, all warm and soft, and need I say naked? Fucking hell, does she smell good. Yup, last night was definitely a highlight in so many levels. I guess sooner or later we were gonna end up like this, I just wish I'd done it sooner... Let her in, I mean; well, the other thing too, of course… It would have saved us both some grief, but it's done, we're together. I just hope I get to spend as much time as I can with her before the Mark fully takes over. Call it a dying wish, if you will.

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[burnedbyshoto]

burnedbyshoto sleepover

in lieu of reaching 5,000 followers, we are having another sleepover. due to the lateness of this all, this will begin as soon as it is posted, so have fun!

what am I taking?:

f m k

m o s t  t o  l e a s t  l i k e l y

o p i n i o n s  o n  t h i s

a s k  m e  a n y t h i n g

and as always:

p r o m p t s

just as seen before this event will end on January 19 at 11:59 p.m. PST (look at what time california is in if that confuses you). This time I have gathered prompts for you, go ahead and check them out below!

to submit a prompt, make sure to include the following:

character, category/categories, number(s)

if you do not do this I will choose whatever I want, and that’s no fun. I will also not repeat the same number for the same character. so if there are 7 asks for “dabi, angst, 7″ I will do the first one and thats it :) also there’s so many, im sorry LMAO

Fluff:

“It’s too cold! Come back!”

“No, I’m never letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.”

“I’m not gonna stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

“What? Does that feel good?”

“I don’t like [x], I like you.”

“If it wasn’t for you, I’d be so lost. I’m so glad you came into my life.”

“I’d do anything for you.”

“Us… I like the sound of that.”

“You always know what to say.”

“You weren’t supposed to laugh! I’m so embarrassed!”

“Are you stupid or stupid?”

“Come here, you tiny smug bastard.”

“Just let me lean on the damn cart!”

“This might sound selfish, but I don’t care about the world - I only care about you!”

“Stop staring at me like that.”

“I know how this goes. First, you buy me a drink, then you tell me how pretty I look, and then, at the end of the night, you ask for my number.”

“Don’t get too close to that one, she’ll singe your fingertips and have you on your knees.”

“You have nothing to be insecure about.”

“Take notes, kitten”

“______, we have a problem.” “I’ve been gone for like two minutes.”

“I bet he’ll have that lampshade on his head two shots in.” 

“Does it look like I know what sleep is?”

“No, keep it. I want you to have it.”

“Fine, yes, I did do it for 3 dollars and a lollipop.”

“If you’re gonna make fun of me…”

“Oh my God, …we’re gonna be homeless.”

“Why’d you let go of my hand? Did I say something?”

“I know I kissed you before, but I didn’t do it right. Can I try again?”

“I don’t regret every second with you, I treasure them.”

“He loves you, you know? He’s just afraid of admitting it.”

“Today is the day I beat you in a thumb war!”

“I want everyone in the world to know you’re mine.”

“You’re so needy.”

“Need I remind you that your ring finger already belongs to me?”

“OH, you’re jealous!”

“Please just kiss me already.”

“I think you might be my soulmate.”

“I could punch you right now.”

“You’re insane,” “You love me,” “Not right now I don’t.”

“I’m going to fucking smack you in a minute, I swear.” - “That’s not very nice.”

Send in your own!

Angst:

“Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.”

“I’m not going to leave you. You’re never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise.”

“You deserve someone who values you.”

“I don’t like [x], I like you.”

“I can’t take the loneliness anymore.”

“Maybe I’m meant to be alone.”

“I’ve been alone for so long.”

“It isn’t up for debate.”

“I told you that I’d never leave you; I’m not going anywhere.”

“You take me instead, do you hear me? Give her back and take me instead.”

“You would risk the lives of millions for one person? Why?” - “Because it’s not just one life…it’s yours.”

“This might sound selfish, but I don’t care about the world - I only care about you!”

“It’s okay to break.”

“You don’t have to carry the weight of the world all by yourself, you know?”

“You’re a coward, (Name)! You hide away this entirely different part to yourself because you’re afraid that someone might get close to you! You’re afraid that someone might just care about you more than you think you deserve. That - that isn’t fair.”

“Why are you so dead set on this?”

“I find that being a coward keeps me more alive, so no thanks.”

“You can’t tell that I am in love with you because you were too busy loving someone else to notice me.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m done waiting.”

“All I want is for you to look at me the way you look at them.”

“It was a blatant lie when you said that you love me, but I don’t care.”

“Have you ever loved me? You know what, don’t say anything, we all know the answer.”

“It’s time to stop lying to ourselves.”

“Can I convince you to stay?”

“You were no good for me and I was too naive to see that.”

“You did a wonderful job convincing people that you love me, I almost fell for it.”

“I’ve finally come to accept the fact that you will never think I’m good enough for you.”

“I’m sorry, I think you got the wrong number.”

“Whoever you want to be with right now, that person is not me.”

“I’m sorry that I’m not who you wanted me to be.”

“I thought there’s something wrong with me. Turns out, it’s all you.”

“You used to look at me like that.”

“Sometimes, I wonder if things could have worked out.”

“You know what’s funny? No matter what you’ve done, I’ll still fall for you all over again.”

“Say it, say you don’t love me.”

“I had been in love with you for my entire life and you decided to love me back when I finally gave up.”

“Your ego stopped you from loving me, how sad is that.”

“We aren’t meant to be, can’t you tell?”

“I’m sorry, but…I don’t remember you.”

“I am begging on my knees. Please, don’t do this.”

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Cliches/Situations:

There’s people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow you’re close

You confessed your feelings and we’re about to kiss but we get interrupted

We dated in high school but then you moved away but now you’re back in town

I need a date for this wedding

“Do you trust me?”

I’m going to save you from the terrible date you’re having

You took a bullet for me

“I’ve been in love with you for years.”

I called you at 2 am because I need you

I’m scared but won’t admit it so you take my hand

“I’m in your body!”

Holding out their arm in front of s/o’s view to prevent them from being shot.

Suddenly pulling them in for a dance.

Watching them sleep in the early morning. 

Pleading for s/o to keep walking toward them in the midst of destruction, hand outstretched and desperate. 

Holding their hair back as they vomit into the toilet. 

Taking them to a pet store and falling in love with them as they gush over the millions of puppies. 

Singing together/catching them singing softly to themselves as they cook/do the dishes. 

Video calling them because they miss them. 

Showing up at a club after they’ve called them, drunkenly needing their presence, and then taking them home. 

Breaking up in the middle of the pouring rain/watching them through the rear-view mirror as they drive away. 

Bouncing on a trampoline when they should be adulting/going to work.

Helping them with their homework, then proceeding to distract them. 

Taking them a bath after a long day/mission gone awry. 

Bandaging them up, scolding them for getting themselves hurt. 

Willingly becoming the bait in a mission to save them. 

Going on a mission together, partnering up as husband and wife. 

Fighting side by side, arms raised, guns up in the middle of a battle. 

Calling them during a panic attack, having them rush over to sooth them.

Distancing themselves in order to keep them safe. 

Losing their memory only to have it come back after a much-awaited true love’s kiss. 

Watching over them while they’re in a coma, never leaving their side, never sleeping because they want to be there when they wake up. 

Being in denial about them actually being in love with them. 

Having to erase s/o’s memory of them so they can remain safe. 

Choosing someone else over them. 

Training with them/sparring with them. 

Wrapped up in a sheet after a drunken night, flustered and trying to find their clothes while they watch you amusingly.

Waking up to them making you breakfast while half-naked.

Being utterly touch starved and too shy to ask to be held, so they resolve to brush their fingers against a part of s/o’s skin, etc.

Being the overly protective one during the pregnancy, doing everything for their s/o.

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Smut

“Underwear is optional.”

“Would you prefer my tongue or my cock?”

“There are only two acceptable options: either you eat me, or I’m going to eat you.”

“Remember this: your body belongs to me, and me alone.

“Your body seems to have other ideas.”

“Can you help me take care of this boner?” - “Take care of it yourself!” - “Well, it’s your fault it’s there in the first place!”

“Tonight, no hands are allowed -- only your mouth is acceptable.”

“If you keep moaning like that, you’re going to wake everyone else up.”

“I want you to watch me when I fuck you.”

“Not until you properly beg for it.”

“Don’t worry…I’ll make sure to take my sweet time punishing you.”

“I’m hard.” -  “Sounds like a personal problem.”

“No need to fantasize when the real thing is right in front of you.”

“Stop teasing me, fuck!”

“You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up.”

“You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”

“You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.”

“Are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you.”

“If you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat.”

“I don’t care how good it feels you’d better not cum until I tell you to.”

“I bet you think you’re really cute letting them put their hands all over you. We’ll see how cute you look later when I get you home.”

“You don’t have to be gentle with me, I don’t break easily.”

“You take my fingers so well don’t you?”

“Did I stutter? Do as you’re told!”

“Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.”

“If you keep making those sounds I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”

“Take it off. Slowly.”

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

“Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.”

“Did I say you could stop?”

“I need you. Now!”

“Well since you want to cum so badly, why don’t we see how many times I can make you cum right now.”

“Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you.”

“So desperate for it, aren’t you? Well, if you want it so bad you’d better start taking it.”

“If you leave the house wearing that then the second you get back home I’m going to bend you over that bed.”

“Maybe I should leave you like this, that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a go with you. Would you like that?”

“You know, you look really pretty when you cry.”

“Look at you, grinding against everything, you’re really desperate for it. Aren’t you?”

“You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in.”

“Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.”

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Types of Kisses

Small kisses littered across the other’s face.

A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.

An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

Throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips.

Wild, breathless kisses brought on by a heartfelt gift.

French kisses where they trace every tooth with their tongues as though trying to memorize them.

Laying a gentle kiss to the back of the other’s hand.

A kiss that lasts so long, they are sharing each other’s breaths.

A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it.

Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter.

Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss.

Butterfly kisses against the other’s cheeks.

A kiss so desperate that the two wind around each other, refusing to let go until they are finished.

A fierce kiss that ends with a bite on the lip, soothing it with a lick.

One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person

Tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin.

One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss.

Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference.

A chaste kiss given to each other because they are in a mixed company.

A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party.

Deep kisses where they have their hands tangled in each other’s hair to pull them closer.

Brushing a kiss along the shell of the other person’s ear.

Kisses exchanged while one person sits on the other’s lap.

One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss.

Staring at each other’s lips for a moment before moving closer, as if drawn together by some unseen force.

Weak, sweaty kisses because it’s unbearably hot.

Pulling away from a kiss, whispering words of love against each other’s lips.

An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.

Kisses that start on their fingers and run up their arm, eventually ending on their lips.

Starting with Eskimo kisses before moving on to soft kisses.

Whispering “I love you” before a chaste, delicate kiss.

Kissing tears from the other’s face.

Kisses shared under an umbrella.

Distracting kisses from someone that is meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

A kiss pressed to the top of the head.

Tentative kisses that are given in the dark.

One person has to bend down in order to kiss their partner, who is standing on their tip-toes to reach their partner’s.

A kiss, followed by more that trail down the jaw and neck.

A single loving kiss left on the other’s forehead when they fall asleep snuggled close together.

comforting kisses pressed to tear-stained cheeks between whispered words of reassurance and concern.

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