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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Based on literally the 0.2 second clip of Malec’s morning after scene in 2x18

the sheets were warm and smelled like honey and something else so sweet it almost pierced the air with its flavor. the sunlight illuminated the sheets, making them appear to be rivers of gold, shiny and bathing the two men in its embrace. it poured in generously and smoothly, like lemonade pouring from a pitcher and curling in a glass.

it was like a dream, this moment; soft and gentle, but if either of them spoke too loudly or moved too quickly, it would be shattered. fingers cool and soothing like water ran down magnus’ back as his head laid gently on alec’s shoulder, smiling softly and his heart feeling lighter than it had in a long time. he watched alec’s chest rise and fall under the golden comforter, their hands both resting on his stomach, close enough to be touching but not quite. magnus’ rings glittered in the light, winking almost happily at the sleepy and happy pair.

and if magnus’ heart stopped when he felt alec shift and the warm, steady press of lips against his forehead, who was to blame him?

alec lingered, breathing out through his nose slowly and his eyes fluttering close, his fingers still tracing patterns on magnus’ shoulder blades. magnus beamed at him in a tired manner when he opened his eyes and pulled away, scooting closer until his chest was flush against alec’s side. alec smiled right back, unguarded and sweet, so sweet that it could give someone a toothache, hair messy and cheeks flushed and his eyes bright like starlight.

“there’s that smile i love,” magnus hummed and alec’s cheeks turned even more red. magnus leaned over and brought alec’s lips to his, taking his face in his hands for a short but tender kiss that tasted like promises that neither of them had even said aloud yet but were intending to keep for the rest of their lives. “how are you feeling?”

alec blinked hazily and magnus’ heart melted at how breathless alec had become from just a small kiss. “it’s a lot to take in,” alec replied after a few moments, gaze meeting magnus’, whose grin only encouraged him to keep speaking. “i never thought i would actually get to have this, this moment, last night, you, just…being with someone that i, um, care about and can care about.” alec blushed and magnus resisted the urge to kiss his adorable cheeks.

“but i like it,” alec whispered, rolling on his side, his nose almost touching magnus’. “i’ve realized how nice it is to wake up with someone else, especially  you. i’m really, really happy.” magnus smiled as lovely as the sunlight outside, reaching up to trace a rune on alec’s arm almost absentmindedly. 

“and you?” alec asked. “how are you feeling?”

magnus thought for a second before winding his arms around alec’s neck, touching their foreheads while his fingers played with the hairs on the nape of his neck. “complete.” he sighed dreamily, kissing alec’s nose and the sound of alec’s breath hitching in surprise made magnus feel like he could fly. “i like seeing your beautiful face in the morning. it’s been a long time since i’ve felt this content.” alec let out a huff of nervous laughter and kissed magnus quickly to avoid having to reply because how could he ever reply to something like that without wanting to cry because of how happy he was?

“and last night…it was okay? for you?” alec asked hesitatingly against magnus’ lips, resting his hands on magnus’ waist as if to ground himself. magnus pulled away to look at him.

“it was absolutely wonderful, darling,” magnus brushed hair out of alec’s eyes and alec let out a breath that he had been holding. “why do you ask? was something not okay for you?” he tilted his head to one side, worry on his face.

“what? no, of course-no, it was everything i could have ever asked for, you….you know what you’re doing and you’re amazing in every single way, not just in that, and I… it was wonderful,” magnus watched alec with an amused look on his face. “i don’t want you to think something was wrong, cause nothing was wrong and i’m so glad it was with you and-” magnus brought a finger to alec’s lips and alec stared at it cross-eyed, making magnus chuckle softly.

“you’re perfect, magnus.” alec murmured and magnus’ lips parted in shock and his eyes widened because he was not perfect, nowhere near it, but the way alec was looking at him, with that smile and those eyes and how he was holding him as if he was never going to let him go assured him alec was telling him the truth and that’s what he believed. tears filled magnus’ eyes and he pulled alec in for a hug, burying his face in his shoulder. alec lay there for a moment, not quite sure how to respond, before wrapping his arms around him and caressing him close to him. they sat there for a few moments in silence, embracing as both of their thoughts ran a million miles an hour.

“i’m so proud of you, alexander,” magnus said in alec’s ear, emotion in his voice. “look how far you’ve come from where you started.” and his vision became even more blurred with tears when this remark made alec hug magnus even tighter, placing a kiss on his neck with a shaky, choked up breath.

alec pulled back to kiss magnus, deep and slow and careful, lips sliding and magnus groaning a little bit when alec took his lower lip between his teeth and tugging, running his fingers through his unkempt hair that smelled so fantastic.

“are you hungry?” magnus pulled away, alec’s lips pressing soft kisses against his jaw that were as intoxicating as alcohol and gentle as flowers. his fingers were pushing magnus’ face in the direction of his lips in an attempt to capture them again.

“you’re more important than food.” alec muttered and magnus’ laugh was swallowed up by alec’s kiss, only to have them both pull away giggling, magnus’ touching his forehead to alec’s and breathing in the peace of the morning and the person who he could honestly spend the rest of eternity with.

“what kind of boyfriend would i be if i let you starve?” magnus asked and they both instantly froze. this was the first time either of them had used the word ‘boyfriend’ to describe each other, but magnus’ slight fear was replaced with relief and bliss when alec beamed at him.

“you’re right,” he continued casually, rolling magnus over so that he was on top of him and alec was now on his back.” i don’t know if anyone has told you, but i’m kind of a french toast guy.”

“hm, i didn’t know that. and we talked about a lot last night. now i know your deepest, darkest secrets.” magnus whispered dramatically and alec raised an eyebrow.

“like how i prefer dogs over cats and how your favorite word is ‘bibliobibuli’?”

“hey! it’s fun to say! i bet you can’t say it three times fast.” magnus teased and alec glared at him.

“ bibliobibuli, bibliobiuli biblibioulioiu-” magnus burst into laughter, running his fingers through alec’s hair. alec swatted him away, but he was smiling.

“see? you can’t! fun to say though, right?”

alec made a face. “i guess.” he said stubbornly and magnus stuck his tongue out at him. “you were saying, though. french toast?”

“ with strawberries and powdered sugar?” magnus responded cheekily and alec laughed beautifully, making magnu’s heart sigh.

“it would be slander against the existence of french toast if strawberries and powdered sugar are not a part of the mix.” alec said, a mischievous look in his eyes and magnus laughed and kissed him, this kiss tasting like home and giggles.

“there’s this fantastic little place just around the block that has the most amazing french toast in all of new york.” magnus smiled as alec continued to kiss him all over his face gently as he talked. 

“is there a sign to prove it? if there’s no sign, there’s no proof.” alec kissed magnus’ cheeks, nose, and the corners of his mouth, but magnus could still hear the joking in his voice.

“but of course. i’ve done my research, alec lightwood. there’s a sign in the window: ‘new york’s best french toast’.”magnus reprimanded teasingly and alec sat up, magnus shifting to sit in his lap in order for him to do so.

“there’s not actually a sign, is there?”

“there is. and they’re right: it is the best. why would i take you there if it wasn’t? only the best for you.” magnus cooed and alec nuzzled his nose with his.

“well, then, what are we waiting for?” alec laughed and magnus held his face in his hands for a little bit longer before getting up. 

“i’m going to start getting ready. we’ll leave in fifteen minutes, okay?” he started to walk to the bathroom, but then turned around, leaning against the doorway and smiling.

“hi, boyfriend.” he lovingly called out and alec grinned at him like magnus had hung the moon and the sun and all the stars.

“hey, boyfriend.” he replied and magnus covered his mouth with his hands, both of them laughing before he left the room. alec held his face in his hands, a smile and a giggle of delight forming and escaping on his lips before he gracelessly flopped back onto his pillow, feeling like he could fly over the sound of magnus humming in the bathroom as he got ready.

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Prompt: Congrats on 900! That’s a wonderful big number! Could you do number 40 AOS Scotty, pretty please?? :D For @mustanglegends

Pairing: Scotty/Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: this turned out longer than I wanted. But I really, really love it.  I hope you love it too.

Word Count: 1048

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Just One More - Auston Matthews #10

Originally posted by wonthetrade

about/request: someone better had requested a imagine with auston speaking in spainish because hot damn +a lot more

warnings: cursing and drinking

authors note: yeah so this just stemmed from me finding out that auston knows spanish and y’all wanted it after that, plus then this anon absolutely killed me so i put that shit in here too. it’s just a lot ok bye. again, i put translations next to the spanish words in paranthesis for the most part. 

word count: 2147

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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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A Little Taste of Home

Originally posted by claracivry

Fandom: MCU (Thor: Ragnarok)
Pairing: Valkyrie/Loki
Rating: M for mature themes (they’re at an orgy)
Words: 1911
Ao3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12670365/chapters/28883037

Summary: Valkyrie has an open invitation to the Grandmaster’s sex parties. When an alluring stranger appears, she actually finds herself interested in something other than the free booze. Set on Sakaar in that time between Loki and Thor’s arrivals.

Notes: this is my first fic for the MCU EVER, please be gentle!!

Valkyrie goes to the Grandmaster’s private parties for two reasons. First, that’s where he cracks out the really good stuff: rare liquors that have fallen through the wormholes, rich beers brewed on-planet that aren’t absolute shit, and the girl that makes his signature cocktails is just about as tasty as her drinks and Valkyrie can never get enough of flirting with her. Second, the parties are a great place to work the boss. Mostly she stays in the Grandmaster’s favor by bringing him new contenders for the arena that are at least halfway decent fighters. But she sees the way he looks at her, and knows how to use it to her advantage. She’s not one to actually take part in the orgies, but he seems to be titillated just by her presence. The thought that she might one night deign to sleep with him seems to be a pleasing enough spice for the tyrant’s pleasures. So as long as she acknowledges him with a few haughty little looks here and there, he leaves her alone and lets her drink his top shelf liquor while everyone else fucks each others’ brains out.

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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

When you thought that Reggie was distracted enough not to see you leave, you left.


You walked to the confusing hallways of the hotel that you were staying in and managed to call an Uber despite your drunken haze.


You sighed in relief when you finally reached the front door of the hotel, where you agreed to meet your ride back home. You realized this was probably the last time you were going to see Reggie and you didn’t even have the decency to say goodbye.


Well, it’s not like you were running for best friend of the year anyway so if you were going to be a shitty best friend you might as well go big.


You see the thing about dying and being broken hearted is how much death seems like the better option. Because, at least, with death you know you can get some well deserved rest after the grand finale but with being broken hearted? It feels like consciously stabbing yourself over and over again hoping the one person who can help you will look your way and save the day.


They usually never really do.


You wanted to control at least one part of your life, one last time. You wanted to control your death; you wanted to choose how and when you will go. And that’s exactly what you will do as soon as you get your packed backs and get on a one way ticket straight to Riverdale and into the little cave you loved so much.


“Leaving so soon?”


Your body likes to remind you very much that you were still alive by beating twice as fast when you heard that gruff voice.


“Reg! Jesus, you scared me!” You laughed, placing a hand in your chest. “What are you—why are you here?”


“Could ask you the same. I thought the best men are the ones who usually stays late and cleans up the mess.”


“Good thing I’m the best woman then.”
Both of you managed a small laugh but then he suddenly looked at you from head to toe and when he reached your eyes you striked a small pose and fluttered your eyelashes. “Like what you see, Mantle?”


He let out a laugh as he took your right hand and spun you around. “You’re always a sight for my eyes, sunshine.”


You placed your free hand on his shoulders his hands immediately locking on your waist as you danced to the imaginary song only the two of you heard. “You charmer.”


He smirked. You placed your head on his chest, trying to memorize his hypnotizing scent and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat one last time. “Your shitty reception was making me barf so I had to go.”


“For your information, sunshine, that party caused me half a million.”


“Just tell me the name of your party organizer and I’ll take care of him so there will never be a second victim.”


Another laugh. You felt a kiss at the top of your head and you almost spat everything out. You were never used in lying to him but you had to learn.


“I have a flight to catch.” You admitted, breathing out the breath you didn’t know you were holding.


He hummed, and the rumble it emitted in his chest felt so familiar – so much like home you could almost cry. “Where?”


You looked up at him and he stared at you. God, you wanted to kiss him, just say ‘fuck it’ and just grab his neck and just get a taste of the little heaven in front of you.


Three hours too late. 


“Home.”


Reggie bit his lips – staring at you a second too long before he smiled.

“Okay.” He kissed my forehead. “Do me a favor and tell Pop’s I said  hi.”


You watched as his eyes looked past you and went behind you, to the car you have booked. You gave him one last glance before caving and kissing him in his cheeks, just close enough to graze the side of his lips.

“Will do, my love.”


You were this close to crying so you slowly pushed yourself off him and you knew that you in that exact moment, you were already dead. “You go in now. Congratulations, Reggie. I’m so happy for you.”


He squeezed your hands tighter and kissed the back of it. “I’ll see you when you come back okay?”


Another chill in your spine, another guilt in your heart. 


“Yeah, I‘ll  … I’ll keep in touch.”


Another lie in your lips.


He seemed to notice something was off but obviously decided to ignore it as he nodded and started walking away.


You watched him place two hands in his pocket and just as he was about to reach the front door and disappear from your view your will broke.


“Reggie!”


He looked way too fast but not fast enough because he barely had the time to prepare for you when you decided to jump into his arms. You hid your face as much as possible as the tears started falling in your face.


“I …” you hugged him tighter as he did the same, although confused. “In another life,” you whispered as you felt his hands run up and down you’re back trying to soothe you.


“In another life, ask me out to prom, okay?”


Reggie scowled, remembering how you didn’t go to prom because you were too busy sleuthing with Jughead and Betty to even look for a date much less a dress. He remembered a huge fight because you almost got shot that night and Reggie only heard about from your mother days later because you didn’t want him to worry as if that wasn’t his job. He also remembered feeling bad because if only he had asked you out, not too stuck up and cautious of his reputation back in high school, you would’ve been safe.


“Will do, my love,” he smiled, not bothering to ask the sudden and uncharacteristically strange request.


And you wondered if you were going to hell for causing that smile to fall in the next few hours.

SasuSaku Month 2017
Day 10: Photograph


It’s one of those rare occasions when Sasuke stays longer than a week in one place during his travels. As he returns one afternoon to the inn the innkeeper calls out to him before he can head to his room. “This arrived earlier for you, sir.” He takes the package and nods a thanks before he retires to his quarters.

He places the box in the table, it’s a medium sized wrapped in gift paper more fit for a baby shower than anything else. It is baby blue with small ducklings, the same they had used to wrap Boruto’s first birthday present.

He sets the navy blue ribbon aside and opens the box. It contains an assortment of snacks, the tomato flavored potato chips he’ll never admit he loves, the sweet cherry chocolate Sakura loves and forces him to eat, and Sarada’s favorite the sour candy shaped in the form of little toads.

It’s a taste of home and he smiles at the small message on the snacks. Eat this and think of us.

There are a bunch of letters wrapped in a yellow ribbon and Sarada written on them in messy handwriting.

And then there’s a single letter, apart from the rest. Sakura, it reads in her elegant writing that she uses on reports. He opens her letter and two pieces of paper fall out. Just a little something to keep us with you always.

There’s a photograph of those he loves most in the world. Sarada smiles brightly hugging her panda bear to her so tightly that the bears head looks as if it were about to explode. She sits in her mother’s lap, Sakura looks tired but yet she smiles.

Sasuke wants nothing more than to be back home.

Little Bits

Imagine eating some funky tasting sushi. As you drive home, an uneasy pressure grows in the pit of your tummy. You sit on your couch and suddenly your belly begins to rapidly swell and fill with lumpy fist sized spheres, exploding the button from your pants and forcing your shirt up. You feel like you’re about to blow up when your stomach begins to throw a violent gurgling fit, virbating and jumping around on your waist. You spend the next hour vomiting up thick slime and baseball sized eggs.


Being use in a ritual to make a monster in your womb. The monster grows larger as more spirits enter your body from the other side. Then it began to push around starting to get out .             


imagine you are a girl in a secret relationship with your father. while having sex one night he forcefully unbirths himself, leaving you with a giant belly             


your country is at war. You’re too young to fight, so you’re put into the soldier breeding program, specially treated for fertility and rapid gestation. On the one hand, you get royally plowed every night by big, beefy, manly soldiers who haven’t had a good fuck in months and they know exactly how to treat you… but you’re rapidly becoming too heavy to move as multiple babies in various stages of development jumble your insides and you soon look like a vast belly with arms, legs and a head.             


Imagine you’re a sex worker. You strip and fuck for money in a neon city somewhere. One day your boss brings you to his office, shoves a fat wad of $100s in your mouth, and shoves his enormous, uncovered cock in your hole. Your belly swells with multiples, but you never stop dancing. You never birth, but your belly grows and grows and grows. So does your audience (and their dicks). You’ve never been better, sleeping in a fancy house, belly full of babies and hole full of cum and cock.             


Imagine you’re a highly fertile breeder who is sent to a facility where you are forcibly impregnated with dying species. You are first filled with water to test your skin’s flexibility and then stuffed to the brim with the babies of huge animals. You have also been injected with a serum that makes them grow at a faster pace, leaving you pinned to your bed for a day, the babies growing and making your stomach swell, and they keep growing even as you try to birth the enormous babies.             

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🙃🙂🙃🙂 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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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.

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“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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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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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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Girl!!! If you don't make a part 2 for that Valkyrie x Loki fanfic. HOLY FUCK! It's SOOOOOOO fucking good! Submissive bratty Loki and badass dominant Valkyrie! YESSSSS OMG AHHHHHHH

It’s coming I promise! But I came down with a head cold and the smut just won’t flow right now!! I’ll feel better and much sassier soon I’m sure.

I’m a little intimidated because the dynamic you described above is absolutely the perfect dynamic for them, but it’s also not my own home base for kink… so keep an open mind and we’ll see what happens when they start going at it in my version!

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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credence and either 10 or 19 please lovey <3

10. I was walking along, minding my business//When love came and hit me in the eye//Flash! Bam! Alakazam!//Out of an orange-colored sky


The sun set over the high rises of New York City, casting a warm orange glow through every window, tinting the clouds of smog rising from the industrial district and rich upper east residents alike. This time usually signalled brief freedom for Credence; the time in which he had finished handing out the Second Salemer flyers, but wouldn’t have to be home for another hour. In this time he liked to stroll the streets, the only thing promised to him was the dwindling crowds and tired faces, all happy to be heading home from work. It promised a little taste of what life would be like when he left the orphanage, promised a release from the pain.

Until pain was falling upon him like an angel falling from the heavens.

With a small clank on his head, a pot of white paint fell to the floor, splattering his clothes and leaving a sore spot on his crown. He muffled a curse, rubbing the spot as he looked up. His vision swirled for a second, until it finally returned to normal, squinting against the bright afternoon sun that reflected on the flawless skin of a sorry looking girl.

“I’m so sorry!” She shouted, hoisting herself down. She wore overalls splattered with different shades of white and grey, swinging her legs impatiently as she sat on a plank held up by two ropes. It seemed that she had been working on painting the wall of the building he now stood in front of.

“It’s no problem.” Credence’s voice trembled. “Really, I’m fine.”

She landed on her feet with a huff, rushing over to him. She took his face in her hands, gentle and tender, causing an electric shock to spread over his skin. She was a stranger, but an angelic one at that, her fingers nursing over the forming bump on his head as she hushed apologetic coos.

“What’s your name?” She asked. 

“Credence.” He replied.

“Let’s get some ice on this.” She said softly, taking his hand. He stood still for a moment, tilting his now throbbing head.

“I’m alright.” He persisted, his heart speeding readily in his chest.

“You will be, Credence.” She smiled, tugging him along. 

In that moment it was if heaven opened up in a choir of lovely voices, telling him that the girl with white paint in her hair and an orange glow on her face would be his chosen saviour. His love at first sight.

The ship goes down and everybody is lost, or is living comfortably in Spain. He finds himself at the edge of emptiness, absence and heat everywhere.
Just shacks along the beach and nobody in them.
He has listened to the song so often that he hears only the spaces between the notes. He stands there,
remembering peaches. A strange, almost gray kind that had little taste when he got them home, and that little not much good. But there had to be a reason why people bought them. So he decided to make jam.
When he smelled the scorching, they were already tar.
Scraped out the mess and was glad to have it over.
Found himself licking the crust on the spoon. Next day
he had eaten the rest, still not sure whether he liked it or not. And never able to find any of them since.

Jack Gilbert, “Peaches”