a little taste of home

Circumstance (Part 1)

My first SJM series! First part is kind of short but I just wanted to establish the basis of the plot. Please tell me what you think!!!

Rowaelin daughter x Feysand son au

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“Prythian? The Night Court? Three months?!” Emberlei asks in dismay, her parents nodding silently at each question. “Why?”

“To learn from the High Lord and Lady there. Feyre and Rhysand are some of the greatest Fae leaders in all of the world, and they offered to take you in and teach you, along with the rest of their advisors.” Aelin explains calmly. “In exchange, their son, Cadewyn, will be staying here to learn useful things from us.” She smiles at Rowan in a wicked sort of way, as if what they’ll be teaching the boy will be anything but conventionally useful.

Ember rolls her eyes. “Please don’t send me away for three months, I’ve never even been to Prythian!” She practically begs.

“You have, actually,” Rowan reminds. “When you were little, we went there for a Leader Meeting. You and Cadewyn even played together I think.”

Emberlei racks her brain for any memory of the boy. “Is he the one who pushed my down the stairs?” Aelin and Rowan share a glance. “He was, wasn’t he? He was the one who gave me this scar!” She draws back a bit of her hair to show a small white scar at the base of her hairline.

Her father inspects it for a moment and then shakes his head. “No, I thought that was the one Aedion gave you when you didn’t duck fast enough during sparring.”

“Nope, definitely this Cadewyn guy.” She responds. “Are you sure you want to teach someone who assaulted your daughter?”

Aelin laughs again, looking towards Rowan with one of their ‘you know what I’m thinking and I know what your thinking’ gazes. Ember groans. “Ugh! Fine! I’ll go, just stop looking at each other like that.”

Her parents break their gaze and feign innocence. “Like what?” Aelin wonders, a sly smile playing on her lips, and Ember thinks that it might be okay to get away from her parents for a couple months.

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Reggie x Reader: The Best Woman (Part III)

WARNING: ANGST (HEAVY), SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, DEATH, SICKNESS

IF ANY OF THOSE MIGHT TRIGGER YOU OR YOU THINK WILL TRIGGER YOU DO NOT READ OKAY?????

ALSO, this story is heavily influenced by the movie, “Love, Rosie” in fact I will be using THE WHOLE WEDDING SPEECH in this chapter.

Very sorry for the late update we went on a short vacation and my dumbass forgot my hardrive

Plot: The one where everything that mattered remained unsaid.

Originally posted by flyngdream

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The Best Thing I Never Had (2)

Previous: (X)

Characters: Shawn x OC

POV: Shawn

A/N: By Request & Because The 1st Part Was Received So Well. Enjoy!

3 Weeks. June was coming to an end, and my time in Toronto was coming to a close. At least for now, until the second leg of the Tour is over. Of all things to worry about from press, saying goodbye, and preparing for rehearsals, my mind still wondered on that girl from the club. My heart continues to grow heavy as the days go on without her. These ridiculous thoughts of her keep appearing everywhere I go, because of that one encounter. I should be able to forget about her, she was just one girl after all.

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Circumstance (Part 2)

Rowaelin daughter x Feysand son 

Here’s Part 2! Thank you all so much for the positive feedback already. Keep it coming!

Tagging a few people who have been helping me: @readinggiraffe @rhysand-and-rowan @autumn03 @destiny14444 (If you want to be tagged in future parts, let me know!)

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Cadewyn is amazed by the beauty of Terrasen. The towering mountains, crystal clear lakes, and enormous, flourishing pine trees that surround the capital city of Orynth is completely breathtaking. As he follows the Captain of the Guard, Aedion, around the palace grounds, he is struck by how different it is from the Night Court.

In Velaris, his parents do not own a large castle, or a huge plot of land. There is Aunt Elain’s garden, but Cade is sure she would love to see the one in Terrasen thrice the size of her own. Only in the last few years has Cade been able to venture down to the Court of Nightmares, and the difference between the two capitals is practically palpable.

Terrasen is fresh, new, and clean, with smiles passed between everyone and a calm atmosphere. The palace, which Cade has learned was built only in the last couple decades, is pristine, though old fashioned, and though it is enormous, has an incredibly homey feel to it. Hewn City is dark, extravagant, and the tension that is constantly floating in the air gives him a headache whenever he visits. The architecture is old and, though it is kept very clean, feels dirty.  

Quickly, and without much effort, Cade finds himself at ease in the company of the captain as they stroll along the edge of the forest and make polite conversation. Aedion only looks a few years older than Cade, but the boy knows better. The captain may not have pointed ears or elongated teeth, but Cade can recognize the smell of fae blood in him.

They have been walking a few minutes in silence, just admiring their surroundings, when Cade finally works up the courage to ask. “So, how old are you?” He wonders, trying to be nonchalant about it so as not to seem rude.

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Friends and Lovers

As Scarlett Ryder embraces her newly romantic relationship with Jaal, she has to reassure herself that her past with Liam isn’t going to bite her in the ass.

Also, Jaal has never had ice cream before. This must be corrected.

[Read it on AO3]


“So?” Scarlett asked, studying his expression. Jaal looked perplexed, his brow ridge lowering as he awkwardly mouthed the spoonful, apparently unsure whether or not he should chew.

“It is very cold,” he said. Or, at least, attempted to say - in truth, it sounded more like ishhh wery coll with a mouthful.

Ryder chuckled. “If it was warm, we wouldn’t call it ice cream, doofus.” She scooped out another spoonful for herself, her legs swinging freely from her perch on the galley’s counter. “You should take smaller bites.” She demonstrated, warming the ice cream inside her mouth, pulling some with her lips as she drew the utensil out again. She couldn’t help but let out a slight moan. God, she’d missed ice cream. Bless the enterprising seller who’d started making it on the Nexus. The batches were small and a bit hard to come by - but Scarlett was shameless enough to start throwing around the word “Pathfinder” if it meant getting her hands on some. She may or may not have made vague promises of an endorsement deal when their business was properly up and running. “How’s the taste?”

Jaal pursed his lips, his eyes narrowing in contemplation as he swallowed. “Generally I find human food to be… hmmm, a bit bland. But I will admit, your sweets are more agreeable. The ration you shared with me… chocolate. Is that the right word?” Scarlett nodded. “Chocolate was good. This is… different, but pleasant.” She lifted the carton in offering and he dug his spoon in once more, this time going in for a much smaller serving.

“Maybe I should get you some chocolate ice cream next time.”

“It comes in different flavors?”

“This one’s vanilla,” she explained, nodding. “Comes from a plant grown on Earth. A little taste of home.” She slowly sucked her spoon clean as she pulled it from her mouth. His eyes seemed rather focused on the motion and she couldn’t help but smile. “I’m glad you can fully appreciate the wonder that is ice cream. From the face you made initially, I was a bit worried you’d spit it out. And this whole thing between us is nice and all, but we can’t be friends if you don’t like ice cream.”

His brow furrowed. “That was sarcasm.” It was a declarative statement, a question and a chiding all in one. Scarlett giggled.

“Hey, I’m just glad our tastebuds can agree on something,” she said, shrugging. “That nutrient paste of yours is… I mean, it smells great, but the flavor is pretty difficult to swallow. It took all of my willpower to politely make it through dinner with your family without making faces. No insult to the cooking, of course. I’m sure it was great from the way you guys chowed down on it.”

“Well, then. I should compliment your acting. I don’t think my true mother had a clue and that woman is annoyingly perceptive at times.”

“Speaking of which,” she said, toying with the tip of her spoon in the carton, “I received some interesting emails this morning.”

“Oh?”

“I’m very curious how Sahuna got my private contact.”

Jaal seemed to deflate slightly, his head hanging as he hissed something beneath a sigh. It was comical, really - watching an alien have such a very human reaction to his mother embarrassing him. Scarlett couldn’t help but chuckle. “She has been very… enthusiastic about you since your visit,” he said, choosing his words carefully.

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leralynne  asked:

jyn/cassian, please!

To be extremely predictable and prosaic, “Under Pressure” by Queen and David Bowie.

I know, but it really is perfect:

Turned away from it all like a blind man / Sat on a fence but it don’t work / Keep coming up with love but it’s so slashed and torn / Why, why, why?

Can’t we give ourselves one more chance? / Why can’t we give love that one more chance? Why can’t we give love, give love, give love…  

‘Cause love’s such an old-fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure

anonymous asked:

🙃🙂🙃🙂 but also what if: you're making out with harry in the back of the theatre, the lights are down and neither of you care about the previews because he's trying to rub your pussy through your panties without being too obvious or pushing your skirt up too much. you're a wet mess when the movie starts and you can't stop squirming in the seat now that the little asshole has decided to pay attention. he catches you leaning down and when you look over he's got an eyebrow arched. "everything....

alright, babe?“ he whispers, a hint of concern in his voice. “mhm, just dropped these,” you whisper into his ear as you tuck your panties into his hand. all he remembers from that film is a few laughs around him because he’s too busy thumbing over the wet spot and cleaning his thumb with his tongue for a little taste, and he can’t get you home fast enough.
 

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Originally posted by collegepsychexperiment

Story One

AN: This is based on Story by clipping. and is the first part of a six-part series.

Tag Crew: @iluvnialljameshoran @hamgurlphangirl @stillcooli0 @coozls@huffleheyguys @artisticgamer @tayahqr @usnavens @theoverlordofeverything @hmltntrsh51 @megabooklover18 @abi-sans05 @pickledpisces-13 @letthememeslive @kanadianwithashippingproblem @nanjexo

Requests: none, I’m sorry

Warnings: swearing, drinking, sexing, deathing

Word Count: 4,052

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John parked outside the apartment, sitting in the car and staring into space for a long while. It had been a long day and he was tired, sore, and not ready to deal with anyone yet. Not even his sister Mary.

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Prompt 2: At my worst, I worry you’ll realize you deserve better.  At my best, I worry you won’t. (I’ve never been better.)
~900 words, zimbits, warnings: generalised anxiety disorder, mild panic attack
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“What’re you thinking?” Eric asks, propping his chin on his hand and his elbow on the edge of the table directly across from Jack. A mug of coffee sits beside him, and a slice of pie that’s indecent for the hour of the day. It’s warm from the microwave, though, and the scent of sugar and apple fills the air between them. Jack’s stomach rumbles, and he ignores it, chews another mouthful of Eric Bittle breakfast omelette special to avoid answering for a few more seconds. Eric watches him, and then cuts off a bite of pie with his fork, watches as Jack’s eyes track its journey to his mouth. He smiles gently, pushes the slice across the table towards Jack, and stands to warm himself another.

“I know you’re thinking somethin’, Jack,” he says, the twang in his voice coming through stronger when they’re alone, with nothing else to modify it. Jack’s own accent is placeless, sometimes monotone, the inflections of his childhood hammered out by force of will and an unwillingness for it to be another thing for people to notice as being different about him. It’s another thing about Bitty that he loves, the pride he takes in where he’s from, the way he doesn’t try to hide the Georgia of him when he speaks. Jack’s forgotten how to let the French through unless he’s tired or stressed, or he’s spent time with his dad and his uncles through the summer. He finishes his omelette and eyes the pie, and knows he’s got more than enough room for it, both in his body and his ‘diet plan’. Honestly, he could probably use it, he’s got a lot of weight to make up again.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I was wondering if you have any wolf au xiubaek fics. Or not some mama au xiubaek. And some new lubaek fics if there are any new one. Thankyou

Wolf AU

Mama AU

Luhun/Baekhun

-aeryn

The Steeles are welcomed back to Isla Paradiso (after annihilating anyone who might remember prior Steele visitations, of course). The Steele sibs/cousins move back to an old Steele estate with a few revisions to make the homes a little more to their current tastes. Kirk, Lorelai and Luke also made the trip, but are quickly kicked to the curb to find their own accommodations in town. 

There’s a little crook to Jimin’s front teeth–it tastes like rightness and home (the smooth-soft-hard-sweet-sour trickling across Jungkook’s lips; not waterfalls but falls of something, maybe fall, or falling, or fell-ed like Jungkook feels with Jimin’s smiles against his lips) whenever Jungkook runs his tongue along the back of Jimin’s teeth when they kiss, long and proper, like Jungkook likes, with both his palms cupping Jimin’s cheeks, like the world is resting between his hands and he can’t get enough, pulling Jimin in till he’s giggling, pulling away with his hands on Jungkook’s chest.
“Needy today?”
“Just love you,” Jungkook says, but the just is never just.
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18/endless favorite quote from my favorite stories of all time

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For anon…reader is plus sized as requested and it’s in multiple POVs like the previous imagine.

Eggsy smirked as he strolled to the reception desk. He was currently working deep undercover. He had been at this business, attempting to snoop out any threats, for a few months now. If he were honest with himself, this place was boring. However, there was one detail he enjoyed while being there: the receptionist.

He smirked at her as he approached her desk. She was currently on the phone orchestrating an appointment for the person on the other end. She glanced up through her lashes to see Eggsy and smiled before continuing the phone call.

Eggsy waited patiently, admiring her. Gosh, she was beautiful. The way she smiled lit up the entire building. She was kind to everyone, though he didn’t doubt she could really bring it if provoked. Her eyes sparkled anytime they spoke with one another. He loved her laugh. It was just perfect. She was smart too. She probably could become an analyst for the Kingsman with that brain of hers. He knew it wasn’t the best idea to get involved with someone while undercover, but he couldn’t help it. She was a masterpiece sitting at a desk. Eggsy licked his lips while leaning on the desk. A click told him she had hung up.

“Ready for lunch, love?” he asked.
She smirked slightly, nodding as well. “You don’t have to call me that.”
“I know, Y/N, but it suits you well.”
The woman blushed.


Y/N kept her gaze low as she picked at her salad. Eggsy sat across from her enjoying a pint. She was currently loathing the salad. Considering it wasn’t home made, there was very little taste to it. No dressing, no fresh veggies, not even any croutons. Her gaze lowered to her thighs and stomach. She bit on her lower lip before forcing another bite of salad down her throat.

“So, how has your day been?” Eggsy asked.

Y/N raised her gaze to the glorious man in front of her. He was so easy to look at. His hair so dashingly perfect. His eyes beaming with mirth. His smirk would be the death of her. His body was a stark contrast to her own. She reminded herself not to frown before answering.

“It’s been alright. Work is work really.”
He chuckled, quite adorably actually. “I can understand that. I can’t even imagine how large my work pile has become.”
“Shouldn’t it be shrinking?” she asked bemused.
“You would think so,” he teased.

The two of them giggled at the joke. 

“I’m sure Ms. Woods could help shrink it.”

Y/N’s smile soon faltered into a slightly somber one. Ms. Tawny Woods was a beautiful woman. She was smart, funny, and thin. All things Y/N didn’t believe herself to be, especially when it came to her figure. Inwardly, she scolded herself for even allowing her feelings for Eggsy to intervene. She should’ve remembered she wasn’t his ‘type’.


Eggsy lifted his gaze from his food. He quickly noticed Y/N was not herself. She was picking at her food, probably lost in thought. Her usual smile wasn’t there. Telling the mission to shove it, he placed a comforting hand on hers.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” he inquired.
Her eyes shot up. “Oh, uh, yeah. Lost in thought is all.”
“About what, if i may ask?”
“Well, you’re working as a Temp and I was wondering why you’d get so much paperwork if you’re just going to leave anyway.”
Eggsy shrugged, still slightly suspicious. “I suppose they wish to use my assets while I’m here,” he paused, “Are you sure that’s all, love?”

She nodded silently before turning her gaze to the street. He smirked as he saw the breeze flirt with her hair. His hand still held hers. He cleared his throat, deciding he’d tell her everything the first chance he had.

“Y/N,” he began, “I was wondering…would you like to have dinner sometime, together?”
“What?” she questioned quickly.
“I-I mean if you’d like to. It’s just, um.” He chuckled. “I have to admit that I’ve had a crush on you this entire time, and I’d really enjoy getting to know you outside of working quarters.”

Y/N’s face was formed to express shock. Her features flushed crimson at the surprise offer.

“You…you have?” she queried. Before he could answer, she began to ramble, “How? I mean…I’m just a receptionist. I’m nothing special and I don’t look anything like Ms. Woods-I’m actually the opposite-and I just answer phones all day. Nothing important and I-”
“Y/N,” Eggsy interrupted, “I like you for who you are: a beautiful, kind, humorous, intelligent woman…So, the date?”
Y/N smiled softly, gripping Eggsy’s hand. “I’d like that.”

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Where Angels Fear To Tread

I had a lot of trouble with the third prompt but here it is.

Where Angels Fear To Tread

Keith scrubbed at his lips with the back of his hand and crouched low, shifting his weight forward and waiting for another shot.  His jaw ached where Lance had punched him with a closed fist and the metallic taste smacked a little too close to home.

“What the fuck was that for?”

Lance boggled.

“What… What the fuck was that for?!”  He shouted, shaking out the cramp in his hand and blowing on his fingers.  His knuckles were going to bruise.  “You punched me first!”

“You kissed me,” Keith hissed.

“I tried!”

They glared at each other.

“… Why?”

“… I just wanted to kiss you,” Lance lowered his hand to his side and relaxed his posture.  Keith did not.  “I don’t know.  It just felt right at the time.”

They had been sprawled out in the lounge, reliving their most recent battle, when Keith had thrown his legs into his lap and Lance had pulled him closer instead of pushing him off.  He had started fiddling with the straps on his boots.  He started blushing.  And when Keith opened his mouth to argue with something Lance had said…

Lance had pressed their lips together instead.  

So he punched him.

And Lance punched back.

“Why?” He repeated, softer this time.  

Lance shrugged.  He looked a bit sheepish.

“I like you.  Sometimes.  When you’re not being a jerk.”

Keith wanted to scoff but the truth was that he kind of, sort of, sometimes liked Lance too.  Which baffled him because the Blue Paladin could make his life a living hell; he was loud and obnoxious and he had a terrible sense of humour.  He was crass and he had no concept of personal space.  He challenged Keith to inane competitions.  

He rushed into, well, everything without thinking about the consequences.

But…

He made him laugh and Keith could never tell if he was in hell or heaven when Lance was leaning on him.

“You have to warn me next time.”

“What?”

“You have to warn me before you kiss me.  You…  Surprised me.”

Lance blinked once, twice, before a sly smile spread across his face.

“So, uh, next time, huh?”

Keith was not sure if this was hell or heaven but, see, that was the thing about space…

You could never tell which way you were falling.