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Gardens of the Witches

Already starting to plan this years garden so I thought I should do a post on Witch Gardens

Moonlight Garden

A garden that blooms in the moonlight, a great place to perform night time rituals, meditations, or to just take a midnight stroll. A garden that is full of magick even after the sun sets. 

Plants to add in your moonlight garden:

  • Moonflower: (Ipomoea alba) A nocturnal relative of the morning glory. Has fragrant flowers that open at dusk and close by dawn.    
  • Evening Primrose: (Oenothera biennis) Has beautiful, scented flowers that bloom only at dusk. 
  • Night Flox: (Zaluzianskya capensis) A sweetly fragranced flower that only unfurls its pinwheeled shaped flowers after dusk. 
  • Four O’Clock: (Mirabilis jalapa) Its scented flowers bloom at around 4:00pm (hence its name) and do not close up until morning. 
  • Queen of the Night: (Epiphyllum oxypetalum) A species of cactus whose flowers only open at night. Attracts moths and bats!!!
  • Night Blooming Jessamine: (Cestrum nocturnum) Strong, sweet scented star shaped flowers that only bloom at night. Attracts moths and bats!!! All parts are toxic, do not ingest!
  • Angel’s Trumpet: (Brugmansia) Produces a strong scent on warm summer evenings. All parts are toxic, do not ingest!
  • Evening Stock: (Matthiola longipetala) Produces lots of small blossoms that produce a perfume described as a mix of vanilla, rose, spice, and cloves only after the sun sets.
  • Ever-Flowering Gladiolus: (Gladiolus tristis) Release a strong almond fragrance after dusk.  
  • Lilac: (Syringa vulgaris) Although has a perfume during the day, it is said to be a lot stronger after dark. 
  • Flowering Tobacco: (Nicotiana) Open in the late afternoon and have a fragrance that smells of jasmine. All parts are toxic if ingested!
  • Summer Snapdragon: (Angelonia angustifolia) Preferably in white, to reflect the moonlight. Has a scent apple-scented foliage. 
  • Silvermound: (Artemisia schmidtiana) Has thick foliage that will shimmer under the moonlight.
  • Jack Frost: (Brunnera macrophylla) Hdeart shaped leaves of silver and green, perfect to add more highlights of silver to your moon lit garden. 

Any plant that blooms after dark or has white, lavender, pale pink, pale yellow on it is a perfect addition to your moonlight garden. 

Things to add:

  • Stepping stones that have the phases of the moon.
  • Fairy lights
  • A place to sit
  • Candles
  • A small fountain to sing along with the insects and birds of the night
  • String charms and bells on tree branches for a soft jingling every time a gentle breeze passes. 

Herb Garden

For witches who need a more practical garden for uses of healing, tea crafting, drying, and growing plants used in their practices.

Plants to add to your herb garden:

  • Anise: Helps to ward of the evil eye, find happiness, and stimulates psychic abilities. 
  • Basil: Use for anything pertaining with love, exorcism, wealth, sympathy, and protection. Dispels confusion, fears & weakness. Drives off hostile spirits.
  • Bergamont: Corresponds with money and prosperity. Provides with protection from evil and illness, improves memory, stops interference, and promotes restful sleep.
  • Borage: Corresponds with courage and psychic powers. 
  • Cat Nip: Is sacred to the Goddess Bast. Brings forth beauty, happiness, good luck, and good spirits.
  • Chamomile: Corresponds with love, healing, and sleep. Is known to reduce stress.
  • Chervil: Brings a sense of the higher self, placing you in touch with your divine, immortal spirit.
  • Coriander: Corresponds with love, health, immortality, and protection.
  • Dill: Corresponds with money, protection, luck and lust. 
  • Lemon Balm: Corresponds with love, success, healing, and psychic/spiritual development. 
  • Marjoram: Used to cleanse, purify, and to dispel negative energy.  
  • Mint: Promotes energy, communication and vitality.
  • Oregano: Corresponds with joy, strength, vitality, and added energy 
  • Parsley: Calms and protects the home.
  • Rosemary: Protects, cleanses, purifies, and aids memory. 
  • Sage: Used for self purification and dealing with grief and loss.
  • Thyme: Attracts loyalty, affection, and the good opinion of others.

Things to add:

  • A place to dry herbs
  • A place to compost any herb scraps
  • Rocks
  • A place to leave offerings before you harvest

Bee Garden

Make yourself a sanctuary to watch bees frolic and thrive

Plants to add to your bee garden:

  • Bee balm
  • Lavender
  • Crocus
  • Snow Drop
  • Wildflowers/Any native species
  • Catmint
  • Borage
  • Anise hyssop
  • Heliotrope
  • Sunflower
  • Oregano
  • Yarrow
  • Coneflower
  • Black eyed susan
  • Asters
  • Goldenrod
  • Foxglove
  • Marigold
  • Pansies
  • Sweet peas
  • Nasturtiums

Things to add:

  • Bee houses
  • Bee waterers/bee baths
  • Bee feeders
  • A place for offerings to the bees

Some other ideas for your garden:

  • Hummingbird garden
  • Medicinal garden
  • A garden whose plants and decorations represent/correspond with your practice.
  • Butterfly Garden
  • Faerie Garden 

The options are endless! I hope this gives you some ideas for this years garden.

Happy planting!

==Moonlight Academy==

He tries to make you jealous (Zach Dempsey)

shit, so i’ve been in love with thirteen reasons why recently. it’s got me hooked. zach dempsey has been one of my crushes on the show, so here’s one based on this prompt. i’d love taking suggestions! ring me up if you have any ideas- or, better yet, drop by my ask if you want me to make any more for you.

prompt: “i like you a lot, so i tried getting you jealous,” ft. zachary dempsey

Originally posted by pitterpratter

“Ah shit, Y/N,” Jess Davis groans as she wiggles into the tight row of cushioned chairs, trying to make her way to the middle of the line next to you. You giggle as the popcorn spills all around her clenched hand and into the laps of everyone nearby. There are whimpers of “Sorry, sorry!” and grunts before she finally lands into the cushioned chair next to you and sighs. “Ah Jesus, I didn’t know that would be so hard.”

"Maybe you should lay off the gummy worms,” You put in, and laugh as she glares at you and hits your arm. Your hand digs in the popcorn and you stuff a handful into your mouth, the satisfying crunch as you chew making you moan. Ah, popcorn. Jess rips open a pack of the gummies and snorts at you. “Maybe save those noises for Dempsey, hon.”

You choke on a kernel as she purses her lips trying not to laugh, her eyes steadying on the previews onscreen. A few snickers make it out either way, and you scowl at her and stuff more handfuls in your mouth.

Zach Dempsey and you, to put it lightly, were not friends. It was difficult to push you into a room together and not expect a night of sour jabs and endless bickering. Everyone at school knew it, and it was something that happened way before you were even freshmen. There was never a time you weren’t at each other’s throats. One time, he’d spilled liquor down the front of your dress at some party and you’d hidden his pants in a bush while he was in the hot tub later that night. Lately it’d been more of a joke between your friends, with Jessica mockingly swooning how romantic you two would be. 

The lights start to dim and you wiggle back into your seat, ready for some good old romcom- and then the Paramount clip cuts into black for a moment, making you groan and try to dodge whoever was blocking your view. You crane your entire body and glare daggers at the idiot who interrupted your film before it even started. You loved your movies, and you were pretty serious about getting the “full movie theatre experience” (which Jess liked to mock). Please, you were paying a good four dollars for a movie you could watch for free online. Your eyes rise up to the back of his head, taking in a mess of straight black hair, broad shoulders and the school’s infamous Letterman jacket hanging on them. You memorized the back of that head. You knew those shoulders.

It was Zach Dempsey. With him were Jason Friar and Justin Foley, all wearing their Lettermans. You felt Jess shift in her seat at the sight of them. Wrapped in Zach’s arm was a smaller girl, snuggled into his shirt and playing with his fingers around her neck. They scooched into the seats almost directly in front of you, with the girl turning her head suddenly and getting the tips of her ponytail in Zach’s mouth. He swats it away, annoyed, but smiles instantly when she turns her head to look at him.

“Oh no,” You moan, making Jess snicker at you. You don’t miss the way her eyes flicker to Foley and turn away. “Just what I needed.”

"Who’s the girl?” Jess wonders, squinting. “Not a cheerleader. That’s Jenny, I think. Or her friend Bryana. I can’t be sure. We have Com with them.”

"Ugh, who cares,” You roll your eyes and try to turn to the movie. As long as they don’t ruin your film. This was some good stuff showing- if you focused enough, maybe you could ignore them. Jess shrugs and follows suit. You take a sip of your cherry cola as Martin Freeman jogs up into the scene.

The movie drifts by, but you find that you don’t enjoy it as much as you would have. Your eyes keep landing on the back of Dempsey’s head- and as much as you hated it, his arm around the girl’s. Your popcorn started tasting sour. You focus on some surfer guy’s abs an hour in but your mind keeps drifting somewhere else. Suddenly, before you can even blink, Zach cranes his neck slowly and looks directly at you, as if he knew you were there the entire time. He catches you looking and his cheeks tinge pink as he whips back around. Jess snickers. “That’s like, the fourth time he’s done that.”

"What?” You blink. Wouldn’t you have noticed? Jess takes a slurp of her drink. “Yeah, didn’t you notice? I mean, he’s had like two bathroom breaks. Both times he’d looked right at you before he took his seat.”

You decide not to say anything and reach out for a gummy worm. You keep watch, but Zach never craned his head again.

The movie ends before you know it, and Jess is a mess. You can’t stop laughing at her state, and after a while she laughs with you and dabs at her tears with paper napkins, but her mascara’s everywhere. “Shit, Y/N, why aren’t you crying with me?” She scowls, and starts hicupping. You try to hide your smile. You find it best not to tell her that you were staring at other things than the movie.

The lights flick back on and the people file out. You grab your empty popcorn buckets and leave, but not before Jess excuses herself to the comfort room to freshen up. You drop the buckets in the trash can near the snacks counter in the lobby and wait for her, waving a hand at Hannah Baker, who was filling up drinks at the soda fountain. Your hand travels to your back pocket and realize your phone is missing, so you run back into the cinema’s swinging doors hoping not to find it lodged in between seats with a wad of chewed up gum.

You find something even more tramautizing. Sitting on Zach Dempsey’s lap was his date, clutching his face with her pale hands and making out with him. He’s fidgeting in his seat, but trying to keep still. You note that his hands are on the cup holders and not on her waist. Your face screws up and you groan in disgust, picking your phone up from floor. “Christ, Dempsey, get a room.”

Zach’s eyes widen and he scrambles up, pushing the girl out of his lap. “Yeah? Well, this was an empty room ‘til you showed up, Y/N.”

You snort, tucking your phone into your back pocket. “You’re a pig, Dempsey.” There are mumbles of "Ooh”’s from Foley as you stalk back to the entrance, where Jess was waiting for you, ready for some milkshakes at Rosie’s. You loop your arm in hers, failing to hear the “Shit, man,” and swears from inside the theatre.


You head into school next Monday with a great start, munching on your bagel as you make it to your locker. You’re wearing an oversized hoodie and high waisted jeans, but it doesn’t stop the jocks from whistling when you pass by. You roll your eyes at them and chew on your bagel as you turn the corner. High school boys were too immature. No wonder you never found the want to date one.

Passing by you in the hallway was Zach Dempsey, crowded with his band of loud friends who are laughing and pushing each other. You meet his eye and he stops, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. You roll your eyes and look away, and you can almost hear him sigh in defeat. Someone slaps him on the shoulder and whistles as you walk by. “Daaamn, Dempsey, you gotta let us share.” You don’t see him shove the guy and stalk off.

The first half of the day passes by like a breeze. By the time fourth period ends, you barely feel like the day has started. You head out for the cafeteria, stacking all your books in your arms and making it through the door, but it wasn’t long before you could hear footsteps running after you. “Hey, wait up, Y/N!”

You turn around and groan, continuing to walk. “Dempsey.” You try not to glance as he jogs up next to you and ruffles his hair, staring at you with this half grin of his you didn’t want to admit you liked.

“Uh, hey.” “Something you need?”

“No, uh, actually, I wanted to talk to you.” He looks at you sheepishly.

“Okay, talk.”

“Um, you look nice today,” He offers, biting his cheek. You stop, staring at him in disgust. “What?” He trails. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding with me.” You shake your head in disbelief and keep walking.

“What’s wrong?” He keeps up. “Seriously, Dempsey, are you hitting on me now?” “And why would that be so terrible?”

“Geez, Dempsey, what is wrong with you?” You deadpan. “You are such an ass, you know that? Do you always treat girls like shit?” You gape at his blank face. “Jenny. From last Saturday. You think it’s OK to throw girls around like that?”

“What? No! I- uh, Jenny and I aren’t serious, if that’s what you’re thinking.” He winces, scratching his neck.

“Yeah, right. Of course not.”

“Look, can I take you out this weekend? To Rosie’s maybe? I’ve wanted to maybe get to be with you out of school. We could go to the movies?” You’re at the cafeteria doors now, but Zach shuts them with his left arm, blocking the way in front of you. You snort. “You can’t be serious.” You watch as his face falls and his mouth twitches.

“What’s so bad about going out with me?”

“God, you are such a jerk, Zach!” You groan, throwing your free hand in exasperation. He winces at the sound of his name being used so hatefully- he’s only ever heard you say Dempsey. He tries to forget about all the times he’s dreamed of his name coming out of your mouth, but decides he hates it when you yell it at him. “You think it’s fun, don’t you? Having no respect for girls whatsoever. You get off buttering them up with kisses and flowers and take them to the movies only to ignore them completely a day or two later. Who, in their right mind, would ever want to go out with someone like you?”

“I only ever wanted to go to that fucking movie theatre because I heard you were going to be there!” His voice rises to a shout. It echoed through the halls, and you wince knowing someone would hear. “You think I wanted to watch that stupid chick flick, with all that shit about high heels and prom? Fuck, I never even liked Jen! Why would I when I’ve always wanted someone else?”

His breath was heavy. Suddenly it was hard to swallow. You try to stand your ground, staring at him. “Nice one. You think it’d be easy for me to believe that, what with your list of conquests and a new girl making out on your desk each week? You must be daft, Zach Dempsey.”

He scowls. “I never wanted them. Never. I just- I just thought that maybe if you saw that everyone wanted me, just maybe you would have wanted me too.” His face softens, and he starts fiddling with his fingers. “Okay, I get it. You could never want me. I know, I just thought I could change that somehow. I’m used to getting my way, you know. Girls flock me, throw themselves at me. I’m used to getting everything I want, but then you’re here, in front of me, and fuck, I’ve never wanted to kiss anything more in my life.”

“Okay,” You say softly, before you can stop yourself. He barely hears it, but his ears perk up. “What’d you say?”

“I said okay,” You clear your throat, and bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling as his lips form into a helpless grin. “Saturday night, Rosie’s?”
“Fuck yes!” He fistbumps the air, then stops as soon as he realises you’re still in front of him. You giggle and hide your face in your hands as he leans forward without thinking, grabbing you by the waist and lifting you in the air. You couldn’t help your cheeks from turning red. Zach Dempsey was adorable. He really was.

“Okay, I’ll see you in Trig?” He asks, palming his phone in his front pocket. He’d have to tell Foley, he was thinking. Man, his best friend would be so proud. His head was rushing when he swooped in and pressed his lips to your flushed cheek. “I can’t wait.”

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Past Lives

Originally posted by pleasegiveusreyloinepisodeviii

Request: @waiefu : “ok so reader is going to college away from home and they need a room mate so theyre looking at possible people they see kylo but misread as kylie reader sees they have a lot in common and assuming its a girl picks them anyway they show up at the dorm and see a dude”

Summary: Soulmate AU: Kylo Ren, being the man that he is, loses a lot of things in his life. One of those things being his only shot at ever having love. As centuries pass however, in another galaxy on a planet known as Earth, an unexpected turn of events brings him another possible chance. Though he never could have predicted it would have come around in the way it does.

A/N: Ok so I combined a request with an AU I had brewing in my mind for a long time (even before I started this blog hah), and hopefully you all enjoy it! And in case anyone was wondering, yes “Past Lives” by Borns is the song rec for this cause well, ya know. Feedback is welcome, and of course all credit for the triplet AU goes to @crylorenlo

Warnings: Language

Laying motionless in the snow, with flakes daintily dropping onto his pale flesh, Kylo stared up at the night sky. Blood matted his raven locks and smeared across his full lips, starkly contrasting his appearance. His body was spent, his mind reeling as the world around him seemed to fall into an unnatural silence. No matter how much his ears strained, there was nothing to be heard, nothing to be seen.

Left to his thoughts alone, Kylo slowly felt them consume him. Though there was nothing to be heard physically, Kylo’s psyche seemed to take on its own consuming presence, forcing him to acknowledge it.

So, this is what you received.

Kylo sighed faintly, the breath feeling heavy in his lungs.

A slow, painful and a depressingly lonely demise. Was it worth it?

Despite his inability to move or react, his eyes began to pool with tears. It was your voice. A voice that had disappeared into the furthest corner of his mind for years. Years he had lost to his poor decisions, including the one of the last night he ever laid eyes on you. 

Was taking the countless lives worth it? Destroying what the force created…was it worth it?

His eyes winced shut as his soiled body began to tremble. Slowly the tears started to slip down his cheeks, accompanying the flakes of snow.

“I’m sorry.”

He practically whispered, sounding much like a passing breeze. Lip quivering he choked out the words as he spoke again with his broken tone.

“I’m sorry…I-…it wasn’t worth it.”

His trembling grew fiercer as his body grew even weaker, seeming to ignore the creeping frigid temperature.

“I’m sorry…so sorry.”

Aside from his dying whimpers, the atmosphere was eeriely silent. As if he had suddenly gone deaf to the world around him, there was nothing. You weren’t there, his family was long gone and there was not a soul he had to lean on. In his demise, he met his fate. To be entirely alone in the end, no one to have beside him aside from the snowy terrain beneath him. Slowly as his body grew weaker, almost incapable of continuing to sob the way he had been, he felt his eyelids grow heavy. Drooping lower and lower over his blood shot, glimmering eyes, the world around him slowly started to fade.

Centuries later in a far away galaxy…

Staring at the screen before him, Kylo looked over the Craigslist ad he was about to post, assuring everything was correct. Typos would not be accepted and he had to assure not a single detail was missing. Though anyone else would have thought he was doing it as a service to his soon to be roommate, he truly was doing it for himself, unwilling to live with certain types of individuals. He knew what personalities melded well with his, and he would do everything to assure he got just that.

Narrowing his eyes to the screen he read over the bullet points he had written once again. Walking up behind him, Ben appeared. Rolling his eyes Ben shook his head faintly as he watched Kylo hunched over the computer desk.

“Why are you so dramatic?”

“Why are you so obnoxious?”

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All Yours (Connor Murphy X Reader)

WC: 2116

Warnings: Gets pretty steamy (I’ll seperate it in case y'all are uncomfortable with it), sad Connor, language, fluff

Summary: Connor has a (bad) habit of sneaking into his girlfriend’s bedroom when he’s feeling down. Y/N doesn’t mind at all.

A/N: This is a combination of two requests. One from an anon who wanted Connor sneaking into the reader’s room when he’s feeling upset, and eventually breaking down, and one from @lildipstick who wanted fluff or smut with Connor Murphy. Hope you guys enjoy!

I scrolled mindlessly through tumblr, the bright screen and The Book of Mormon cast recording the only things keeping me from falling asleep. I looked at the time on my laptop screen and exhaled when I read it. 12:30 AM.

I suddenly heard a noise that sounded slightly sinister and I pressed pause on the music, taking my headphones out. I said there in the semi dark, my laptop screen illuminating my face.

My window suddenly opened and I jumped, letting out a curse. “Connor Murphy, you bastard. Give me some warning next time.” I said, as Connor’s lanky frame clambered into my bedroom.

“I don’t know exactly when I’m going to need a break from my family, so I can’t give you warning when it happens.” Connor said smugly, shutting my window behind him.

“Whatever you nerd. You interrupted my nightly Book of Mormon session, so I hope you feel bad.” I retorted as Connor sat down on my bed, glancing at my laptop screen.

“You and your goddamn Broadway shows.” Connor mused, laying down on my bed. “Excuse you, Broadway is wonderful. It’s not gay if you listen to it, Connor. Jared likes it.” I said and Connor snorted, sitting up.

“Jared is gay.” Connor retorted and I felt my cheeks go red. “Bad example, but you get my point. Correlation, not causation.” I said, hoping I didn’t sound like too much of an idiot.

“I didn’t think it was possible for someone to get so worked up about musical theatre.” Connor said, his dark hair half up in a bun. I snorted and Connor looked at me strangely.

“If you think that’s me getting worked up about theatre, you should see me when someone tries to convince me that all musicals are pretty much the same. That’s getting worked up about theatre.” I said, huffing slightly. Connor just chuckled, reaching across and tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear.

“You’re cute when you’re annoyed. Your face kinda screws up, and it’s adorable.” Connor said casually, and my cheeks went an even brighter red.

“We’ve been dating for 3 months and you still blush when I compliment you.” Connor said, moving my laptop out of the way and pulling me close to him. “I’m not used to people saying nice things about me.” I muttered and Connor let out a sigh.

“Neither am I, Y/N. I guess we’ll have to be each other’s firsts.” Connor said and my eyes widened, suddenly aware of how this might look to my parents. Connor chuckled at my expression, kissing my cheek gently.

“I didn’t mean it like that, Y/N, but if you want to.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows. I scoffed and shoved his side playfully, burying my burning face in the crook of his neck.

I inhaled his scent and noticed that there was a smell missing. A smell that usually coated him. “You haven’t been smoking.” I said, but my tone made it sound more like a question. Connor nodded, and I looked up at him.

“I stopped smoking when we started dating. Weed used to be my therapy, sure, but I’ve got a new form of therapy right here. That’s why I always come here when I need a break from everything that’s going on. Nothing helps me get my mind off things better than you.” Connor said, playing with my hair as he spoke.


I pressed feather light kisses up Connor’s neck, knowing exactly the spot to put a little more pressure. Connor took in a deep breath and shuddered slightly, and I could feel his heartbeat speed up.

“Y/N.” He breathed out shakily, and I looked up at him with mock innocence in my eyes. “Yes?” I said innocently, although the smirk on my face betrayed any innocence in my voice.

“God, you don’t know what you do to me.” Connor growled, his voice low and husky. “So then why don’t you let me know.” I replied, capturing Connor’s lips in a heated kiss. I slipped one arm around his waist, and tangled my other hand through his hair.

Connor eagerly kissed back, and I leaned forward, pushing him down onto his back. “Y/N.” Connor said, panting slightly as he slipped his hands under my shirt, his slightly calloused fingers running over my skin.

He quickly slipped my shirt off, and his hands moved further up my chest. My breathing quickly became laboured, and I could tell Connor noticed. He simply smirked, and I retracted my hand from his hair and moved it to the front of his jeans, noticing his expression change to a look of shock and bliss. 

“Shit.” Connor muttered, disposing of his shirt as my hands were… preoccupied. “You sure… you wanna do this?” Connor breathed out, his eyes half closed.

“Does this answer your question?” I said, undoing the zipper on his jeans and tugging them down, the bulge in his underwear significantly more noticeable now. Connor’s response was a low moan, and I smirked to myself, in awe of the effect I had on him. “I’m all yours, baby.”


Connor and I laid on my bed together, the both of us sweaty yet immensely satisfied. “Holy shit.” Connor muttered, nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck.

“I know.” I said, shivering as his breath tickled the sensitive skin on my neck. “I don’t not think this was how the night would go.” Connor said, snaking his arms around my waist.

“Neither did I, but I’m glad that’s how it ended up.” I said, glancing at the numbers on my alarm clock. 1:00 AM. “So.. what prompted tonight’s visit?” I asked after a stretch of silence. Connor took in a deep breath, and I immediately felt like I’d hit a nerve.

“It was mom and dad. They were… they’ve fought before, sure, but nothing on this level. They were screaming, and I’m fairly certain I heard something get thrown.” Connor said softly, and I let out a sad sigh.

“I… I can normally cope with it, because I always come to you, but for some reason, this is more than I reckon I can deal with.” He said, and I felt hot tears hit my skin. I turned around so I was facing Connor, his eyes red.

“Hey, hey, babe, I’m here.” I said, circling my arms around his waist and pulling him close to me. He started gently sniffling and I simply held him tighter, our bare chests pressed flush together.

“When it all feels like it’s too much. Like you can’t bear another day. You know exactly where to find me. Just sneak in through my bedroom window, and if I’m asleep you can just slip into my bed. I honestly won’t mind.” I said, rubbing Connor’s back soothingly, kissing his forehead.

Connor looked up at me with a look of astounding love and gratitude in his eyes. “I love you, Y/N.” Connor said, my breath hitching as he uttered those three words that neither of us had spoken to the other before. 

“And I love you. I love you so much, Connor. I don’t know what life would be like if I didn’t have you sneaking into my bedroom in the middle of the night.” I said, gently placing my lips on his.

This kiss was softer, gentler than the first kiss we shared this morning. This kiss conveyed love, and it left me feeling like a schoolgirl with a crush. My stomach was full of butterflies, and my skin heated up when Connor cupped the side of my face with his hand.

“How do you manage to still look so beautiful, even though you’re covered in sweat and have major sex hair?” Connor said and I blushed darkly, thanking the lord that it was pitch black.

“Maybe it’s because you can’t see me.” I said and Connor chuckled, tucking a strand of my majorly messy hair behind my ear. “That was funny, but it was also bullshit. I know that you look beautiful no matter if you’re wearing makeup or not, or if you’ve spent a whole heap of time working on your hair. It doesn’t matter what you’re wearing, although I will say that my favourite outfit is the one you’re wearing now.” Connor said and I punched his shoulder playfully.

“I could say the same thing for you, Murphy.” I said, smirking at him and scanning his body. “You know, you’re the first girl who’s actually seen me naked.” Connor said and I moved my mouth towards his ear.

“And let me tell you, it’s quite a sight.” I whispered, noticing how he shivered slightly at my words. “If you wanted round 2, you could’ve just asked.” Connor said cheekily, tracing his finger down my spine.

“Maybe later, big boy. Tomorrow is, after all, a school day.” I said and Connor pouted, sitting his hands on my waist. “We could just skip.” He suggested, and I frowned.

“I’d normally say yes, but I’ve got some exams tomorrow that I can’t afford to miss.” I replied, taking ahold of his free hand. “That sucks. Now that you mention it, it’s like 1:30. I should probably head back home so mom and dad don’t give me hell for running away or some shit like that.” Connor said, untangling himself from me and sitting up.

I immediately felt cold, and I shivered as a breeze passed through the room. “You can keep my hoodie. I know how much you love it.” Connor said, handing me the bundle of fabric. 

I held it close to my face and sniffed it, Connor’s scent filling my nose. “Thank you.” I whispered, slipping on the hoodie. “You’re welcome. I have, like, 5 more at home. I can spare one for you.” He said, pressing a kiss to my cheek as he pulled on his jeans.

“I love you Connor.” I said once he was dressed, the moonlight highlighting his sharp cheekbones. His usually cold face softened, allowing me access to a side of him very, very few have seen.

“I love you Y/N. I’ll see you at school, ok?” Connor said, and I nodded as he opened my bedroom window. “I’ll see you at school.” I replied, touching my fingers to my lips. They felt like Connor’s lips were still moulded with them, and I didn’t want the feeling to go away.

“I love you Y/N.” Connor whispered, blowing me a kiss before leaving my bedroom, shutting the window behind him. I laid down in my bed, Connor’s hoodie pulled tightly around me like a security blanket of some sorts.

I felt myself finally drifting off to sleep after the events of the past hour or so. “I love you.” I muttered once more before drifting off to sleep. Little did I know that Connor was muttering those same words as he walked home, that adorable, dorky smile resting on his face as he said them.

“Good morning Y/L/N.” Jared said, awkwardly pushing past people as he approached me. “Good morning Jared.” I chuckled, adjusting the straps of my backpack as I spoke.

“Hey, is that a new hoodie?” Jared asked, gesturing to Connor’s hoodie with his thumb. My cheeks flushed slightly and I nodded. “You could say that.” I responded, fiddling with the white strings of the jacket.

Jared’s brow furrowed, as he stared intently at the hoodie. Suddenly his eyes widened, and his jaw dropped so far it practically hit the floor. “That… that’s Connor Murphy’s, isn’t it?” Jared said, his eyes now trained on me.

I felt my blush darken as I nodded, and Jared smirked his trademark smirk. “So, you and Murphy, eh? I wouldn’t have imagined it, but now I can picture it.” He said, punching my shoulder lightly. “Whatever Jared.” I muttered, my cheeks ablaze as I opened my locker.

“Hey, it’s no big deal. I’m happy for the two of you, of course. I just, it’s unexpected, that’s all.” Jared said, and I looked at him quizzically. He let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair.

“I’ve always thought of you as my little sister, Y/N, and I want to look out for you. I’ve heard horror stories about Connor and his… temper, so I just wanted you to be happy. And safe.” Jared said, concern clear in his eyes.

“You don’t have to worry about me, Jared.” I said and Jared looked like a considerable weight had been taken off his shoulders. “I love Connor, and I am both safe and happy. In fact, I reckon I’ve never been happier.”

listen… jjp really went from “shake it and shake it for me” to “when the emptiness passes, the cold breeze blows. when the longing passes, the spring rain falls.” we got a whole Upgrade and i’m also ready for the angst

Washed Away

Nessian, 2.9k, Rated T

A/N: This is based on the moment in ACOWAR when Nesta admits that she can’t take baths anymore because of Hybern. I wanted Cassian to help her out with her fear.


Nesta stared at the tub filled with an ankle deep of water. Her breath came out shaky, causing small waves to form over the surface. A towel wrapped around her skin, and the fabric irritatingly rubbed against her body. She knew there was no possibility of submerging herself in the water, two buckets were already filled beside it, but she wanted to try dipping her foot in. Just for a bit. Feyre had already contracted someone to install a shower, but it wasn’t going to be finished for another two weeks. Thus, Nesta continued her routine of using buckets.

Inside, Nesta knew she must look ridiculous, for she was staring at a seemingly empty bathtub. There was nothing in that water that would hurt her, not something that shallow at least. She would lift her leg and dip a toe, nothing more. That would be enough. All of her muscles seemed locked in place as her mind urged her leg to twitch towards the water. She could barely breathe the longer she stared, her thoughts circling around the image of Elain being shoved in those waters, not knowing whether her sister or a corpse would escape. Those moments when Nesta could hear her own heart thundering in her chest, even without Fae hearing. Then, Nesta’s thoughts raced to her own drowning. The tight grip of the Hybern soldiers’s hands on her body. The rage coursing through her as she pointed her finger. The flooding of her lungs—

“By the Cauldron! I am so sorry!”

Nesta whipped around faster than one could winnow to see Cassian standing in the doorway.

“What. The hell. Cassian.”

He was already retreating out the door, covering his eyes with his forearm. “I’m sorry Nesta. I thought—‘

“Did no one ever teach you to knock when there’s a closed door?”

“I’m sorry—“

“Closed, Cassian, the door was closed.” Her breathing came out incredibly ragged, and she practically shrieked, “Get out!”

She turned with every ounce of dignity she had left.

“What are those?”

Her voice came out very clipped. “What do you mean, what are those?”

His silence stretched on between them, daring her to turn around. She only allowed her head to graze over her shoulder before she saw he was not looking anywhere near her. Instead, his gaze locked on the buckets on the floor, and his eyes showed where his thoughts were going.

“Cassian. I said get out,” she snarled at him as she turned to face him fully.

“Nesta, are those—“

“They’re nothing,” she breathed, losing all courage from before, “Just leave.”

His head nodded at the order, still not looking at her as he left, lost in his own mind. When he closed the door, she walked over to check the lock and rested her back against the wall. Cassian’s interruption dragged more fight out of her than she thought it would, and she couldn’t motivate herself to even approach the tub let alone dip her toes. Her fight mellowed the longer she stood there, and she slid to the floor.

Too damn weak. She felt so inadequate that she couldn’t even stand. Everything seemed unnecessary beyond her inability to clean herself. Last time she washed was yesterday. She hadn’t done anything strenuous today, so she could wait. She could wait until tomorrow when she would have to wrestle with herself all over again to enter the bathroom and fill the buckets. When she drenched herself in their water, she would always hold her breath and move as quickly as possible. Her record was six bucketfuls, she didn’t think she could handle anything beyond that.

The water was surely cold by now, and as she stood to empty it, her legs shook. Plunging her hand into the tub for the drain, her eyes closed and she felt two silent tears slowly run down her face. The gurgling of the water was the only noise for a while until she heaved the buckets up to drain in the bath as well. Her towel somehow stayed snug against her body the whole time, and she hid the pails under the sink before leaving the room. Where she saw a hulking bat sitting across the hallway from her.

His lips moved as if to speak, but Nesta shot him a glare and practically ran to her room. She heard him follow her, but she just moved faster before slamming her door in his face.

As quickly as she could, she disrobed and dressed herself as he sighed on the other side.

“Nesta—“ he paused, as if wondering if she was going to let him continue—“I’m sorry about earlier. I was debriefing Rhys downstairs and was walking backwards into the door. I didn’t see it was closed. My apologies.”

She could hear him turning to walk away, but for whatever cauldron-damned reason, she opened her door.

“You weren’t there.”

His back strained at her words and his wings hitched slightly.

“Nesta, you know that ever since Hy—“

“Not there. I know there’s nothing you could have done. I don’t think you do, but that’s for another time.”

He was facing her now, and his jaw worked as if he were going to say something. She held up her hand. “Let me finish. You weren’t at the meeting with Graysen.” She took a deep breath, somehow this private admission a million times harder than the one that she made so long ago. “Your eyes were on those buckets, and your thoughts seemed to be working faster than your mind could handle. So I, ah, guess you should hear it from me before you draw your own conclusions. Taking a bath is pretty difficult after —“ she gestured pathetically with her arms—“everything. Feyre’s getting a, what do you call it? A shower installed. It’ll be another two weeks, so I use buckets instead of a bath. I wanted to see if I could dip my feet today, or at least my toes,” she sighed, “turns out I’m a little too pathetic for even that.”

She didn’t realize that she never once looked at him the whole time, but when she did, his face was completely stricken with devastation. Her fingers scratched behind her ear, and she attempted to walk past him.

“Nesta.” His hand was on her arm and his gaze was intense. “Nothing about your situation is pathetic. We share at lot of sexual jokes, but I’m serious when I say I have a shower at my house that you can use in the mean time. If you need to. Want to.”

She’d never admit how grateful she was at his offer, but the look in his eyes showed that maybe he could feel her relief. “Thanks. I’ll think about it.”

Their gazes locked for a moment longer, before she turned to leave and his hand left her arm.

At Ritas that evening, the whole inner circle enjoyed a night out including Elain and Nesta. All together, they shared a few drinks though Nesta drank less than everyone and sat completely erect on a barstool. Their group swayed along to whatever tempo they pleased while Nesta stared amazed that even Amren joined in their revelry. Looking at them all, she knew she could join them, in fact, they’d already encouraged her multiple times. Cassian never directly asked her once, but his eyes skirted over to hers almost too often. As if now that she told him her fear, she would shatter if left to her own devices.

Nesta slowly nursed her water at his excessiveness until the prick behind her shoved into her the bar.

“Excuse—“ Nesta started as she turned around.

Her voice was drowned out by the fighting males behind her. And the full mug of ale that completely drenched her outfit. There was no time to become angry at her sodden state. The fighting pair continued as though nothing happened, and Nesta just stared at herself mouth agape.

“Hey, Hey, Hey, HEY.”

Nesta looked up at that.

Cassian stood with his arms erect, breaking up the fight. His words were hushed between the two swaying drunks. Whatever he said calmed them, and his main tactic seemed to be forcing them to break eye contact by repeatedly claiming “look at me”. Nesta heard him say it so much that she didn’t realize he was saying it to her until she looked up.

His eyes were inches from her face and stared at her with concern. “There you are.” He gave her a small smile. “Are you okay?”

“Of course I’m okay. I wasn’t in that fight,” she hummed, “Can you get out of my face?”

He moved as if he just now realized their proximity and skirted his gaze down her dress. With his raised eyebrows, she couldn’t help but look too. “Nesta, I’d always thought I’d see you wet, but these were not quite the circumstances I was imagining.”

Nesta’s jaw dropped for a second time that evening. “Is there a real reason you came over here? Or did you just want to make some poorly timed innuendos and have to disrupt that fight to do it?”

“If you must know—” he leaned in close again—“your damp state seemed like you were going to need to wash.”

Nesta froze. She had not thought about that part of her evening yet.

“And I thought maybe you’d…want to come to my place.” The last words came so fast that she almost thought she misheard him. Almost. Which was why her response felt like too much.

“Fine. But you’re not allowed any more innuendos.”

He put his hands up in defense but wore a grin of satisfaction before leading the way out.

Not a word was spoken between them as they winded through the streets of Velaris. Nesta’s anxiety grew the longer they walked. From an outsider perspective, their situation would look promiscuous as he took her home, but there was nothing sexual about their silence. They weaved their way through town, down alleys, and Nesta could’ve sworn they‘d cross the Sidra twice. The peace shared between them seemed so delicate that Nesta had no desire to break it, especially since Cassian was offering so much to let her use his shower. A slight breeze passed, and Nesta’s dress, clinging to her body now that it was soaked, caused her to shiver.

She could feel Cassian look at her out of the corner of his eye and almost snapped. Tear him apart for taking them in a seemingly pointless journey through Velaris when there had to be a better route. Her mouth opened slightly to voice—

“Here we are,” Cassian gestured to a single brick townhouse, identical to all the others on the street. To Nesta’s surprise, every window had a lush garden growing in boxes underneath them. Cassian walked up the stairs, and Nesta stared at his back without really seeing it.

“Do all Illyrians in this city live in townhouses?” Nesta inquired.

Cassian jangled his keys, and Nesta began to ascend the stairs after him. “At least we’re not compensating for anything—” he turned to wink at her—“But considering there’s only three of us, yes we all do.”

Nesta scoffed at that and stepped aside as Cassian opened the door. As though he forgot she was there, he stumbled into his home without any bravado, not even turning on a light, and lightly made his away upstairs.

“Nesta, there’s definitely no water out there. If you would like to enjoy the particulars of indoor plumbing, you’ll need to follow me to the bedroom,” he called as he turned towards her.

“We agreed on no innuendos.”

“And there has yet to be one. The only bathroom with a shower here is upstairs—“ he turned back around—“So my offer still stands, but you’ll need to enter the room where I sleep.”

Nesta padded up after him.

His bathroom was huge. Everything in it was built to accommodate wings, making it all three times larger than necessary. What she assumed was his shower had three spigots each with two handles underneath. Cassian left her there unceremoniously, and she’d already stripped herself bare. Though she claimed she would be fine, there were too many levers and the water shot down in a pounding waves so hard that Nesta immediately turned it off, scared of its power. She cracked the door open.

“Cassian,” she practically whispered as if he’d be right inside his bedroom. No response.

“Cassian.” Much louder.

Footsteps sounded from downstairs, and she waited for his approach. She felt like an uncivilized idiot who couldn’t even learn how to use a freaking shower.

Someone tapped lightly on the door. “Can I come in, Nesta?” he sounded incredibly tired on the other side. She let him in.

“I don’t know how to work the shower,” she stated, “I mean I don’t know how to make the water more tolerable.”

He just stared at her. “Is the rain okay?”


“You’ve been out in the rain since the cauldron. Is the rain okay?”

She thought back to memories of such gloomy weather and nodded. With those directions, he turned some dials on the faucets and spun the handles so water came out.

“That should feel like a light storm. If all three are too much, just use the one in the middle. The knobs underneath control the water temperature.”

A wave of exhaustion passed through her so strong that she had nothing to remind him that she knew how to turn it on. She left it at, “Thank you.”

As he left, he called, “When you’re done, just come get me to bring you home. I’ll be downstairs.”

She nodded before he turned and walked away. The bathroom that once seemed huge, now appeared tiny. Nothing in that room mattered except for the dripping water. Nesta stared at it a little, astonished that Cassian had been so generous throughout this whole situation. After so many years in that hovel, she was trained not to waste water, no matter how much she wished she could just stare at it and be clean. The towel dropped to the floor as she caught a waft of her beer-ladder self. Tentatively, she raised her arm and let the water cascade down. She could stop herself whenever she felt, but she chose to step over the tiny ledge on the floor anyway.

The sensation of all that water hitting her at once was too much. The warmth of it enveloping her to a point of choking that she blindly grasped for the faucet on her right, shutting the flow off immediately. On her other side, she fumbled more, but still managed to find it rather quickly. Above her, water came at a calming, leisurely rate. She closed her eyes. It’s just rain. It’s just rain. It’s just rain.

Her breathing slowed, slightly.

She could do this.

She’d already stood there for longer than those buckets could ever drench her. That thought though, forced herself to exit the stream. Her toes remained wet. She couldn’t help but think of only a few hours ago when she’d restrained from even putting her foot in the water. A sharp laugh escaped her.

Lathering herself in soap and washing multiple times, Nesta could only stand in the water for maybe a minute at a time before believing the shower a rainstorm washed away. All in all, she stayed there for maybe seven minutes. A short wash for anyone else, but the longest Nesta had had in months. Though they’d won the war, this felt like  Nesta’s largest victory. Cassian’s towel felt like velvet as she wrapped herself in it, wondering if she just thought that way because of the significance of her evening.

Outside, folded neatly on the bed, were a small stack of clothes meant for her. She quietly wandered downstairs to find Cassian. As she passed through his living room, she thought maybe he was in the kitchen only to find it empty. Rather, after some insistent searching, she found him curled on the couch, his wings forming a cocoon in place of blanket, making it appear as though he never meant to fall asleep.

His face seemed peaceful, more so than she had maybe ever seen it. After everything he had done for her tonight, he deserved some rest. She found a blanket and draped him in it before realizing that with his hulking form, there was really no place for her to sleep down here. Scrambling back up the stairs was her only option. First, she opened the door across the hall from his room, hoping to find a guest suite, but it was an office filled with maps and strategies. Which meant her only option was his bed. It felt like a personal intrusion, but the more exhausted part of her mind reminded her she’d already used his shower, so why not surrender to the comforts of his sheets.

Immediately, his scent invaded her nose the tighter she tucked herself in, but she found it intoxicating. A depressant stronger than any alcohol consumed that evening. She pulled the sheets tightly, almost feeling like Cassian was there with her. After almost no time at all, she fell asleep, her dreams filled with not a single drop of water.

In the morning, Cassian woke her up by poking her shoulder. They’d shared a small smile before he walked her home, and again neither of them said anything until they reached Rhys’s home where Nesta thanked him. Then, kissed him on the cheek, an action that surprised them both.

No matter how much shock there was though, Cassian welcomed her to his home for showers every day before Feyre got one installed. And thankfully never commented when she occasionally stopped in after it was.

Blind Side - Chapter 2

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You sat on the balcony of your Manhattan apartment, a glass of chilled rosé in your hand. It was a warm summer night, and you had come out to watch the sun set. Not your usual cup of tea, but you had to do something. It had been a week since your encounter in his office, and you still couldn’t get Mr. Thomas W. Hiddleston off your mind.

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Originally posted by haru-haru10

REQUEST: Hey i just read all of your fics hehe and i really like your writing! Can I request a very protective demon!tae fic pls? Doesn’t matter if fluffy or smutty thank you so much x 

GENRE: Demon!au, Supernatural, smut(to come), slight angst, i have to make this fluffy ofcourse

He was never supposed to meet her, but when he did, all he wanted to do was to keep her. 

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(this is for sen she killed me)

It is summer. Outside the inn, the cicadas have quieted and it’s the crickets that take over, white noise, white music, lulling the boys to sleep. The breaths of heavy sleep can be heard alongside the whir of the fan passing over the room. It smells of tatami mats and Kaminari’s feet, one foot poking Bakugou’s upper arm. His snores sound like whines, just irritating enough that Bakugou’s resting face is that of a scowl.

He considers shoving Kaminari, or more likely, kicking him, but that would require moving, and all four limbs are distant from Bakugou, heavy as concrete and unmovable as the komainu guards that stood outside the inn. He should be sleeping. He needs to be sleeping. Tomorrow, the training camp begins.

Still, there’s the expectant air of something about to happen–the moment before a match is lit, a breath held in until lungs burst, a pause of silence between songs. The room is scattered with pillows and blankets from a pillow fight two hours ago, and the room is heavy with a sense of contentment, apparent in the way Tokoyami cocoons himself in his blanket and Midoriya rests a hand on Iida’s chest. Shouji’s arms splayed out wide and Aoyama with his eyemask on.

Bakugou is wired–restless energy from the pillow fight? Fresh, summer air? Or the tension of training camps past, of being stolen away by villains in the dark.

Bakugou sits up, cards his fingers through his hair.

There’s a beat of silence, and then, “You’re awake?”

Todoroki’s voice is barely above a whisper, dream-like and soft, volume concealed by the sound of the fan. A breeze passes over Bakugou, making his hair flutter. Two sleepers over, Todoroki’s hair ruffles, too. He sits up.

“Go to sleep, idiot,” Bakugou hisses. “I’m not staying up.”

“You feel it, too.”

Bakugou holds his breath. He lets out a louder sigh than he intends. Lying back down, he turns his back on Todoroki. “Doesn’t matter. Night.”

The hair on the back of his neck prickles. He hears the telltale sound of a comforter being pushed back and the gentle thumping of movement across the mats.

If I close my eyes and go to sleep, he will go away, Bakugou thinks.

He manages to ignore Todoroki for a grand total of three minutes before he shoves back his own comforter and sits up, teeth pulled away from his gums. “What.”

Todoroki is sitting seiza at the foot of his bed. “You’re awake,” he says.

“‘Cause I can feel you breathing down my neck, shitstick. Take a hike and get out of my bed.

“We should welcome in summer together,” Todoroki says.

“Do you actually ever listen to people?” Bakugou asks.

“I used to do it with my sister,” he says. “I’m too restless to go to sleep. So are you.”

“I’ll have you know I love sleeping,” Bakugou says. “Get tucked in real fucking tight, snug as bug in his own fucking rug, away from creepy sleep-watchers and their weird-ass ideas.”

“You feel it,” Todoroki says. “Katsuki.”

Bakugou’s breath catches. “I told you not to–even if it’s dire–”

Todoroki holds up one finger, and a tiny flame lights from the end of it. Bakugou flinches. The candlelight reflects in Todoroki’s odd-colored eyes, shiny as glass. It lights a dull glow across molten, scarred skin, bumpy and rough-around-the-edges as the scar’s owner. It casts a shadow across the shape of Todoroki’s mouth, just too close to not-not-smiling to make it hard to look at him.

“Fine,” Bakugou says.

“Repeat after me,” Todoroki says. “Welcome, cicadas.”

“Welcome, cicadas,” Bakugou mutters.

“Welcome, crickets.”

“Welcome–this is so fucking stupid.”

“Just do it.”

A grunt. “Welcome, crickets.”

“Welcome, fireflies.”

“Welcome, fireflies.”

“Welcome, watermelons.”

“Welcome, watermelons.”

“Welcome, sunburn.”

“Welcome, sunb–you’re fucking with me. You’re actually just fucking with me. Is this even a family tradition?”

Todoroki really smiles now, one edge of his mouth turning up and his eyes crinkling. Bakugou moves his glare from Todoroki’s face to the fire at the tip of his finger.

Suddenly, the light goes out.

“Wh–” Bakugou starts.

“We have to seal it,” Todoroki says. “Seal the welcome.” His voice is much, much softer. Bakugou leans forward a little to catch his words.

“Seal it? How? Wait, why the fuck do I care? It’s bull–” Todoroki’s fingers feather along Bakugou’s jaw and he jerks away upon contact, heart racing. Todoroki’s hands hover in the no man’s land between their bodies for a moment. When he moves forward again, leaning forward on his knees, Bakugou doesn’t move. His fingers settle along Bakugou’s cheekbones, pinkies curling under his chin. The callouses on his fingers make Bakugou’s skin tingle. They’re not soft hands, but the hands of a hero and a hard-worker–someone who poured blood, sweat, and tears into his craft.

Through the moonlight that seeps into the room, Bakugou can make out the smile on Todoroki’s face. “We seal it with a kiss.”

Bakugou’s heart stutters. He scowls. He didn’t remember giving it permission to do that.

He feels Todoroki’s exhale as he breathes out. “Kiss me, Katsuki,” Todoroki says.

Bakugou’s hand has found its way to his shirt, clutching at the material over his chest. He doesn’t remember telling it to do that, either. “This is stupid,” he mutters. “This is stupid, you’re stupid, this whole thing is,” he takes a breath, “fucking stupid.”

Todoroki presses his forehead to Bakugou’s, their noses brushing. “Kiss me, Katsuki,” he says again. And then, “Please.”

Shut up, shut up, shut up, Bakugou thinks, and he pecks Todoroki on the mouth lightning quick.

“There,” he says. “Sealed.”

“Okay,” Todoroki says.

“It’s just for your stupid summer tradition,” Bakugou says. “That’s all.”


“Which is still bullshit, by the way.”


“And it doesn’t mean anything, so don’t go telling Deku about…whatever.”


“And–” Bakugou says, but the words are slipping from his mind because Todoroki’s thumb is on his bottom lip and he can feel the puff of Todoroki’s breath not even an inch from his mouth and Todoroki’s eyes are half-lidded, and it’s all just very warm, and without really giving it much thought, he’s kissing Todoroki.

Todoroki’s fingers are rough but his mouth is soft, none of the sharp words he wields when he picks fights with Bakugou, a choice insult thrown in like a dagger to the side, no, this–this is the smile he wears when he’s helpful to a classmate, the brush of his hair against Bakugou’s palm when he swipes at him while dueling, the press of his cheek on Bakugou’s shoulder when he falls asleep on him on the train.

This is I know you and I have yet to know you and I want to know you, the questioning tilt of Todoroki’s head and the suggestion of tongue. They don’t French but they do kiss, the sound sweet as a cricket’s song when they part. Bakugou thinks he’s in a fever dream, even though the height of summer has yet to arrive and the fan still blows cool air across them every now and then. He feels that if he stops kissing Todoroki he will wake up and it will have never happened.

When Todoroki parts from him, he whispers, “Welcome, summer.”

Bakugou whispers, “Welcome, summer.”

That’s Not The Point

Prompt Requests: 
24: You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.
25: You’re mine. I don’t share.
26: Just shut up and kiss me. 

Dad!Shawn fluff! 

This goes out to @dumbshawnblog for all of the dad!shawn inspo 😘 

It’s the middle of Spring, so the weather is at a point where it’s just about right. On this particular Saturday it was beautiful out with the sun peeking through the clouds and a light breeze passing by. As you pulled into the parking lot you could see the rest of Amelia’s classmates and accompanying parents on the beach.

“You ready for this?” Shawn asks from the passenger seat. The sun hat you got him as a joke adorned the top of his head and his eyes were framed by a pair of black Ray Bans. Such a dad. In the back seat, Amelia was already anxious to get out and she made sure to let the two of you know.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

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Hufflepuff  |  Hogwarts aesthetic

Hufflepuffs are cozy wool sweaters, fairy lights, long nights spent listening to friends, giving the world a chance, crackling fire, succulent plants and overgrown vines in the greenhouse, taping Polaroids on the walls, feeling the energy of the sun, canvas tote bags with lots of pins, grinning through the pain, comforting others, knowing everything is going to be alright in the end, reminiscing good times, close intimate parties with a few friends, waking up early to catch a sunrise, adventure books stacked on the nightstand, crisp white sheets, cuddling with a pet, watching a storm pass, knowing someone is going to be a great friend, scribbling poems on the walls, wrapping a gift, the feeling of never letting go, running through a meadow, gathering flowers, using anything you can find for a bookmark, learning new things over passing exams, the warm breeze, dancing like no one is watching, guessing the end before it comes, blanket forts, long late night movie marathons, friends as important as lovers, sharing secrets you never told anyone, large mugs of tea, journals full of poems and stories and promises, the rush of meeting someone new, singing the song that is stuck in your head, watching plants grow, clean white walls are a canvas, and everyone can have a little optimism if they know where to look ☆

I am proud to be a hufflepuff

A Simple Suggestion - Ch.2

Originally posted by ladyofacat

the first chapter of this really gained some surprising traction?? like 1.5k notes??? so i decided i would continue this as another fanfic. i really love you all like dang

A Simple Suggestion
Summary: Breaks from patrol often allow time for Ladybug and Chat Noir to talk and be themselves. But when a silly joke starts to seem all that…well, not silly, the two find themselves considering something neither of them had ever before: moving in together. The tricky part is still keeping their identities a secret.
Rated: T
Pairing(s): Ladybug/Chat Noir

Chapter 2 - A Discussion
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Telling her parents that she was ready to move out was the easy part.

The look on Tom and Sabine’s faces had been proud yet somber when Marinette sat them down a week prior to confess that she’d been thinking about becoming more independent. Although she did relish in the love that her parents showered upon her day by day, and adored the cozy familiarity of her childhood home, Marinette knew life would be easier on her own.

(Well, as “on her own” as she could get living with her magical, spandex-clad superhero of a partner.)

Still, over the years dashing back and forth as Ladybug had become a bit of a problem. While her parents did go to bed rather early, they were delicate sleepers and woke to the slightest of noises. Prancing around the city all night and doing flips on her balcony (and accidentally smashing a potted plant or two in her landings) was a quick way to give them a startling awakening.

And, while they mostly allowed Marinette her privacy, they were a bit…invasive. So invasive at times that she had just destransformed by the skin of her teeth before they’d crashed through her trapdoor as if there was a fire burning in the kitchen, just to see how their precious daughter was doing.

It wasn’t that she was ungrateful. Marinette loved her parents dearly and couldn’t imagine life without them. She just…needed some personal space.

“So you’re really moving out?” Sabine asked as they shared dinner at their table, Marinette poking at her food with her fork. “Are you at least going to stay close?”

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Highway (Part 1)

Originally posted by yourcoffeeguru

SummaryThere’s a charming man that enters the diner like he owns the place, like he owns the town. And when he’s calling you babydoll, with a devilish smirk on his face and a twinkle of silver in his baby blues, you know you won’t be able to stop yourself from falling for the infamous Bucky Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: This was originally posted on my AO3, burgersfromspace, but I decided to post it on here as well! I hope you guys like it :)

Wordcount: 2,162

“You’re late.”

“Sorry,” You gasped out in response as you raced behind the vintage diner’s counter to pull on an apron, “I got lost, still not sure what roads lead to which.”

“Hm,” Your coworker hummed with a small giggle, “’s okay. I told the manager your car was havin’ issues. But don’t do it again, ‘kay? Bein’ late on your first day isn’t exactly a good impression.”

You nodded in shameful understanding to the woman. She was a beautiful brunette who went by the name of Wanda. You wondered what someone as beautifully sweet as herself was doing in such a small and dubious town at the edge of the countryside.

Wanda was kind from the second you met her, with a country accent that dripped with honey and skin that glowed like porcelain. You were eternally thankful that this was the woman who would train you and show you the ropes of the town’s most beloved diner. 

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The wilting of a rose pt 1


Pairing: Jungkook / Reader / Jimin

Genre: Angst, fluff.

Summary: The simple joy of being with the one you care for, at such a young age; left to scatter over the floor in the ruins of a torn past. And it has always been asked, why does the worst things happen to the best of people?

Word count: 7,724

Note: First part of my collab with the lovely @lushguk, I hope you enjoy this series as much as we don’t do ;) You can find the collection here and Mel’s masterlist here

 Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

The tress whispered as a gentle breeze passed through their branches, great drapes of leaves billowing like a handkerchief flying in farewell, the sight comforting; after all said destination was frequent through his childhood and now teen years- and Jungkook was sure if someone were to play his life out before them, the green blur of trees and hushed grins would be more than common between the inked words of his memories. It was one of his most sacred places, an area of innocence that he kept close and dear to him, not only because it bought some kind of peace to his youthful mind, but also because the ground practically heaved with memories forged with gruelling care. True, the walk was long to the clearing, cruel to even the most experienced of travellers, and yet he happily pushed through the tension and pain in his legs if it meant getting away from the bustle and chatter of the village for a few blissful hours. Moss was soft from the log that his thigh was thrown over, cushioning the pull of muscle that jumped in defeated exhaustion every so often and sent pin pricks of heat over his weary flesh. Sun worn eyes gazed blearily over the crack of light that filtered through the plush of trees in colourful patches, the curve of his skull supported into the shallow cradle of his entwined palms as he lazily tipped his head back. 

Light breaths edged past the seam of his lips serenely, sighs pooling above him in the warm air, the dark fringe of his lashes fluttering across the high of his cheek bone in peace. The heat that had seemed to send his body into a fluster as he had struggled up the slope of the clearing was now soothing; treading the line between cool and warm in the delicious hue of the evening. And it was all Jungkook could manage not to fall asleep, motion born weariness bringing it’s arms around him to pull him into a delicious comfort that crept through his bones and tugged insistently behind his eyes as he fought to keep them open. Yet, just as he was surrendering and letting his vision rotate dangerously from the heavy tilt of his neck, a small sound broke him out of his reverie. Gentle and muffled, it slipped it’s small fingers around his own and, paired with a voice that practically sung the colours of the evening, it was enough to pull a lazy smile to the curve of his mouth and let his eyes squint back open. 

“Jungkook?” And his gaze was greeted by the lovely image of your face bathed in the giddy happiness of the mellow sun. Beautiful in it’s dying embers. 

A hum of acknowledgement sent small rocks of pressure over the skin of his throat, making the swell bob as he waited your reply with barely tamed excitement. Because it was at this time that Jungkook was sure he loved you the most, when you were crouched in the embrace of the setting rays, a thoughtful expression etched into your young visage and the words pouring thickly from the curious depths of your soul. Watching you indulge in the deeper side of yourself was always something of a privilege, the hope you held for the world so contagious it was hard not to see everything through that film of vision. With a soft puff of air, you were landing beside him, legs folding over his calves with a gentle nudge so that your temple could tuck beneath his chin and your breath laving shivers from the dent of his shoulders to the base of his spine. Platonic, he reminded himself with well trained ease, you were nothing more than friends. 

“Do you ever think that maybe there’s something more than this?” you began, the habitual fall and rise of your voice settling into the baked earth like deep carvings, sending a quiver of happiness through him as you ran hesitant eyes over your thoughts that would soon be exposed to his welcoming judgement.

The ridge of his brows met as he mulled over your words, tongue dragging over the inside of his mouth as he considered the meaning behind your breathy question, “What? Like after death? Because maybe, I’m not sure.”

Quick to deny it, your hair bobbed from the shaking of your head and a little concerned huff was making itself present in the small space between you, “No, no, not like the afterlife, more like… um, I don’t know, have you ever just felt.. connected to someone, like your supposed to be near them?”

Jungkook trained his eyes on the endearing way you fiddled with a loose thread from his tunic, the way your heartbeat thundered slowly against his stomach and the line of your body shuffled so close to his own. “Yes,” he whispered, words saturated in a tenderness he could only hope you missed, “I do believe that.”

With eyes that practically begged for reassurance you were angling your head towards his own, so close that your nose brushed his own and your breath warmed a path over his cheekbones when you spoke, “Even if you haven’t ever met, or even seen them?”

Staring back at your beseeching gaze, Jungkook sucked his lip into his mouth and let his teeth catch at the loose ends until the swell of plump skin was pink and irritated under his worry, eyes warming as he dove further into the enigma you hid behind the light of your irises “What do you mean?”

For a moment or two it looked as if you wanted to say more, lips parting under the pretence of explanation, eyes wide and scared, but then, as though something had occurred so you, your shoulders were rolling back into a shrug and your mouth was curling in a bashful smile. The light died out, fizzling as your hand fought to cup out it’s beacon of desperate knowledge. Gone as fast as it could arrive.

“It doesn’t matter.”

There were things that Jungkook wanted to say, to pull to your attention and coax you back into your train of thought to satiate the curiosity you had nurtured in the back of his mind. But warm fingers were fast to swipe over the plane of his chest as you rolled onto your side, relaxed giggle wiping away any questions left in his mind from your open ended statement; you had always been the one to divert away from your problems and gods only knew he was weak in the face of you affection. So he pushed away the doubt that clawed anxiously at the back of his consciousness, choosing instead to smother you under the bend of his arm, just the way he knew you liked it due to the amount of times you had begged for him to hold you when you had been edging along the line of your younger years. Ah, the image of you tugging at his sleeve, eyes wide and watery would forever be etched into his mind- the lisp that clung to the syllables of his name when you whined after him still enough to raise the hairs on the back of his neck and pull fondness hot and heavy into his cheeks. You had been such a cute kid, not that you weren’t now, but there was something so nostalgic about the friendship and infatuation he had held for you when he had himself had been little older than six years old. At that age it was almost monotone how the seasons stretched out;  growing up in such a small village it was inevitable that many of the same generation would know each other and, due to the nonavailability of travel, it was normal that small groups of children would band together in close companionship. It was normal, almost expected that these youths would hang together, and as much as he hated to admit it, there was something so companionable about that singular solidarity. And a part of Jungkook couldn’t help but think that maybe his parents had expected him to do that, urging him out of the door with ease under the belief that he would simply waltz up to one of the neighbours, stick out his hand and be whisked away into a bonding experience. But, sadly, that was not the case. 

At even such a youthful age, when he should be humming with eager bliss that would drive him out to beseech the friendship of those around him, Jungkook had been painfully useless at interacting with his peers, and spent most of his time holed up in a tree, sulking on his own as the shrieks of joy sounded like a mocking reminder below him. It wasn’t long before he had been labelled a loner, cloud hanging over his head like a tag that would warn people off- awkward posture and knocking knees doing nothing more than further encouraging the assumptions. But then, as a desperate last move, his parents had reached out to their old friends who live merely minutes away, complaining hotly about their antisocial son and delighting when the couple had struck forward the offer to introduce their equally as troublesome child: you. Quiet and shy, you had been an almost perfect match for him, never screaming or fussing to a point that he had been shying away, but never silent enough to let the conversation trail off- you had been something of a blessing.  

Of course at first it had been awkward- you had been adamant with hiding behind the walls of your house when he had first approached, and had favoured panicking if he so much as looked in your direction to any actual conversations. However even then he had been aware that you were different; maybe it had been the spark of compassion that flared below your lids or maybe it was the twitch of your mouth as you struggled to keep a smile at bay, but Jungkook was sure that you were hiding something addicting behind the frail fame of your stature and loosely braided hair, and he was happy to brave the stormy path of your introductions with a smile on his face. And, eventually, he had been rewarded for his patience a few moons later, in the form of you sliding around to his side, bright eyes watching with fascination and making sweet comments as he skipped rocks in the pond or scratched marking into the stone with the bunt blade he had stolen from his mother’s skirts sending a thrill of pride and joy that left his tiny heart beating at a hummingbird’s pace. And it was when he had been moving onto carving sticks and cracking boulders that you had taken the friendship into your own hands, completely blooming into yourself under a newfound comfort between you both that, in turn, coaxed him out of his shell to stand beside you in the bright landscape of companionship. It was almost unsettling how easily you changed, abandoning your awkward shy persona, who’s memory hung behind you in misfitting robes, to a force that practically glowed with happiness around him. You intoxicated him, the curl of your eyes when you smiled, the blush that trimmed over your cheeks in embarrassment, and the way the sun burnt the shades of your hair into a mass of molten gold all were like sacred. Every moment was spent in the embrace of your company, your voice following him like a shadow even when you stayed miles away from him, and truly it was just how he liked it. 

And what existed between you both had only grown, blossoming under the care and time you put into it, afternoons spent skipping stones by the creek and the sweet nights spent curled around each other, hushed giggles caught between your body and the dark building up the great heights of your bond. Though, like everything in this world, it wasn’t long before change was catching up with you, altering the canvas of your world in what seemed a blink of an eye. The years spent in his childhood was quick to flee away, falling through his fingers like fine sand until all that remained in his grasp was you; joining him as you stood in to the new world of your mature age with mirror hesitance and unquenchable curiosity. Here so many more hours were spent discovering each other, rebellions shared through journeys into the forest near the village that left you both panting with exertion and shimmering in joy to sneaking out late at night to crawl under the stars as Jungkook watched universes be born through the life in your eyes, hands clasped in together as you ran away from the responsibilities that crawled the path behind your rapidly moving feet. The time that had tied you together through the expanse of your upbringing had erased any boundaries between Jungkook and you, lines in the sand being wiped away in favour for the the comfort that came with being with someone that knew him more than he knew himself. Someone who knew exactly what to do to calm the flare of his rage or soothe the heavy burdens of worry that carved into the deep set of his shoulders with a soft touch or a gentle word. It was perfect like this; you were the dearest of companions and he basked in the promise of you staying by his side through the brief flash of his life. It should’ve been enough, and yet it wasn’t- it never was; and he wanted more. 

“Hello, Jungkook?” He was pulled away from the traitorous nature of his wandering thoughts by the sight of your hand wiping over his vision and the chuckle clutching onto your drawn out words as you peered at him from the space that fitted next to his side. Eyes shone with fondness as your lips pulled taut to let the edge of your teeth peek onto your bottom lip as you fought to hold back the laughter that bubbled into your chest at the seemingly lost look on the boy’s face. The light that dappled though the leaves cast a myriad of hues cast though your skin and the gentle flush that cut into the swell of your cheeks almost glowing in the warm haze of the evening air. For not the first time he was taken aback by your beauty, eyes unfocused as he roamed greedily over your features and fingers twitching with the urge to pull you closer. Down to the very last detail, your face was sculpted to be worshipped through the biased lens he had forged with his own two hands; the gentle curve of your fingers meant to be cradled in between larger palms, the sharp thoughts you had made to be encouraged and the seam of your lips to be kissed like only the gods knew he wanted to.

“Jungkook!” You were laughing properly now, snorts filling the air like smoke until he was drowning in your mirth and the weight in his chest was sinking with a newfound speed as you rolled onto your stomach and let out more blissful noises to the thick canopy of trees above you sprawling figures that watched over both of you with aged wisdom. Scoffs slipped through the rise and fall of your chest as tears dried in salt trials along the corners of your eyes, the image of his gaping mouth and glazed eyes amusing you to no end. When you finally calmed, and silence was treading back down like a lost friend, you were huddling closer to your side, finger running laps over his cheekbone as you spoke.

“Where do you go?” Curiosity dripped from you tongue, eyes soft and wide as you regarded him, the constant enthralment you bestowed onto him as addicting as you honeyed toned voice, “When you zone out like that…where do you go?”

The muscles in Jungkook’s shoulders complained bitterly as he shrugged, thoughtful hum leaving his lip to bleed into the stationary air, “I don’t know…I don’t really go anywhere, here seems pretty good enough for me.”

A bashful grin broke over your face like the sun beaming over dawn, your cheeks creasing and folding as a flush coloured your cheeks. Your shoulders caved in to each other, body curling into a writhing tight throng as you giggled, voice smoother than the tones of the birds song in the undergrowth. Graciously, your palms, which pressed over your eyes in faux shyness that he knew didn’t exist, covered the sight of his smug smirk that warmed under the force of your antics. “Oh gods Kook,” you were spluttering moments later, peeking through a gap between you digits to grimace, the way your bottom lip trembled betraying your true emotions, “don’t say things like that; I swear, you’ll be the death of me.”

His chuckle in response was the only shade that spread throughout the chilling air, washing across the open space like paint running into the creases of a canvas as the sun’s fading light dripped into the cracking earth to make way for the darkness that embraced the land. As lovely as it was to lie with you in the running golden rays, there was no doubt in Jungkook’s mind that his parents would already be tittering around his absence, measuring the fast fleeing day and fussing over your parents in return. It wasn’t uncommon for this to happen, and he was sure that when he returned there would be little other than a sting on his wrist and a hole glared into the expanse of his back as he slopped to bed, but it was still ingrained in his morals not to worry his parents overly and the skim of discomfort was more than evident in his nerves as he shifted awkwardly in his lounging position. With a drawn out sigh, Jungkook was reluctantly extracting himself from you, pushing away the complaint that snuck over his tongue when you whined at the loss. 

“Come one, it’s getting late,” he began, patting your hands that were flailing above you much how a child begged to be held, a pout jutting at your lips,”If we don’t leave now it’ll be dark by the time we get back.”

With a hesitant huff, you were sliding up into a upward state, back clicking as you arched from side to side to release the tension that was creeping along your joints. Fatigue pulled heavy into your features in the appearance of a loose jaw and eyes that drooped with sleep, but you happily swallowed it whole as you perked next to him to creep away from your serene hide-out. 

Jungkook straightened his posture as he followed the more obscure trail that lay behind masses of saplings and blooming flowers to hoist the bag that had contained the food you had used as energy boosts throughout the upward trudge and the small nature selections that had made their way into your possession and wound along to the earthed track. “Not to mention last time I turned up after dark, father practically had a heart attack from the shock of seeing me out so late.”  

You pattered along behind him, voice following like a shadow as you tripped down through the roots and weaved across the stones that littered the path into the woods like lights guiding the way back home, “That’s it? Last time it was this late my parents lectured me for for half the day about the dangers of parading out with a young man, not that I blame them; you’re a terrible influence on me.”

Snorting, he merely glanced over his shoulder at your stumbling form as you picked your way onto the path, waving off his hand that he stretched out to you as you lifted the expanse of your leg over the bank. Light shifted over your face as you tucked your hair over your ears and met his pace as you began the long trek back to the village. “Well, I don’t know Y/N, don’t you remember that time you made me jump into that lake because it looked ‘dangerous’, I think if anything you’re the bad influence.”

“Shut up, Jeon Jungkook, that was only one time. I’m an angel.”

“Ow, Mama, that hurts!” Jungkook yelped as his mother caught against his ear, pinching the delicate flesh until the shell was flushed and rosy under her fingerprints despite his squirming. He was pretty sure that with all of the abuse his ear had been through in the last twelve hours, ranging from the bouts of words that had been thrown his way and his mother’s light yet frequent punishments, he was sure that he would be all to aware of the ache that trailed heat around his skull by this time tomorrow. 

“Good!” The exclamation fell past his mother’s lips, huffs and pout only emphasising the tugging of his sensitive ears that moved in succession with her every word, “Now you know how the pain of having your son make you wait up until late because he’s away frolicking with his sweetheart!”

A flush crawled over his neck as Jungkook ducked down deeper into his shirt collar and swatted his mother’s prying fingers away, mortified at the phrase that had slipped it’s hands around his chest and was pulling all sorts of reactions from him, “She’s not my sweetheart! Don’t make it awkward, you know we were just in the woods.”

A brief chuckle sounded from the other side of the room, his father padding down the stairs into the kitchen, his tunic lapping off of his shoulders, untied and loose and his shoes unlaced. His hair lay thickly over the slope of his forehead, curling at the ends like unruly waves that were disconcertingly similar to Jungkook’s own mess of locks as heavy circles roamed freely under his soft eyes. His father worked as a carpenter, alongside your father, and it wasn’t unusual to see him drag around the small house wearing little other than a vest and his breeches at an early hour, exhaustion long since robbed him of any coherent thought he could apply to his wardrobe. In fact, at some point, Jungkook had stumbled across him wearing disturbingly less, and had been suitably traumatised by the sight of his father in that state so close to where they ate. But that was a different matter completely. “We know you were just in the woods. It’s not where you are that’s concerning, it’s what you were doing, son.”

Words bubbled up to his throat, and gods knew he wanted to utter them, but the knowing look his father was shooting him caught the syllables like flimsy paper planes and tucked them away into his pocket. It had always been hard to argue with his parents; they shared the uncanny ability with you at being able to read him from little other than a single glance in his direction, so it shouldn’t have been a shock that they were aware of his not so subtle affections for you, and yet here he was gaping and gasping like a fish caught on land. “It’s not…we’re not- she doesn’t even-”

“Ah no, don’t worry son I don’t think you’ve done anything yet, you’re a good kid,” his father’s hand waved about in the air around his head, as if the simple motion would dispel the worries that were clustering in Jungkook’s mind, before continuing with his so-pronounced righteous speech, “Listen, I know this may be hard for you to understand, but I was your age once before, I know what it’s like. And I also know that you like Y/N, and what can happen when two young people who have known each other for a very long time can be like. It wouldn’t be the first time that two youthful lovers are whisked away in their passion for each other, its just do damn easy to mess something up.”

His mother shot a firm glare over to his father as he passed, nudging him with her shoulder as she reached over to press comforting circles into the boy’s fast deflating shoulders, “Forgive your father, he’s practically lost in the morning, what he’s is trying to say is that we approve, Y/N’s practically like family, and I want you to be happy darling. I just want you to be careful, you’re both young, naive, you have so far to go, so don’t rush it okay?”

“But don’t leave it too late, your eighteen for the gods sake, you still want to be kicking when you get married, trust me on that.” Came his father’s response, muffled by the food he was chewing on, eyes deep with faux innocence when Jungkook’s mother reacted just as violently as Jungkook was feeling. 

Kyung,” his mother practically hissed his father’s name and even from his spot at the table he could spot the wide eyes of his father as he scrambled to recollect his composure; his mother may have been arguably the sweetest woman in the village when she wanted to be, but as soon as you crossed her, well let’s just say she’d do a lot more that simply pick at your ear, “I would suggest we don’t share those things with our son.”

“But it’s important for a boy to know what happens in a bedroom, it’s quite simple really, we just-”

The sentence was rudely severed by the repeated urges from both Jungkook and his mother to stop, ‘Kyung!’ and ‘Papa!’ filling the small space in the kitchen until the space felt uncomfortably tight for even at his most composed, which he most definitely was not at that moment. His mother look absolutely horrified, moments away from clasping her palms over Jungkook’s ears to save whatever innocence he had left in him. And it was just as his father was opening his mouth to retort, grumbles leaving him that would no doubt come back to haunt his every moment with a vengeance, he was drawing a line and fumbling with excuses that seemed to large under his tongue. 

“Fire wood,” He stated bluntly, sentence melding together into a tangle of sounds, the legs of his chair crying out alarmingly as he stumbled back away from the table in haste, “We need more fire wood, right? I’ll go get some! I’ll only be an hour or so at the latest.” 

His mother immediately whipped around, brows furrowed and lips drawn into a taut, stern line, “What? Come now Jungkook, you know it’s not safe to go down to the creek on your own. The ground’s too unstable at this time of year. Just leave it, your father will go later after hours.” Cue his father’s emotional protest.

“Ah, no, it’s fine really,” Jungkook edged with his back to the door, feet moving progressively faster as he watched doubt take root in his mother’s time worn eyes, “I’ll take Y/N with me, it’ll be fine, she knows the forest really well. She’ll make sure we don’t go anywhere dangerous, alright?”

For a moment the older woman seemed torn, teeth puling marks into the swell of her lower lip as she watched him with no small amount of caution, “I suppose so, just, please don’t do anything reckless, please.”

Beams fell from his lips as Jungkook raced back to his mother, imprinting the shape of his lips onto the globe of her cheeks and fitting through the hall with his heavier coat in tow. Then he was rushing out of the door’s frame, trying desperately to ignore the cries from his father that bid him to be ‘safe’ and to look after you and the haunting voice of his mother that still fussed with reluctance even as he turned away from their dirt path to hurdle across village to you.

“And then they started talking about their marriage and…other things, and it was so strange. They’re strange. The gods must’ve truly hated me to give me such weird parents.” Jungkook skirted his feet through the masses of leaves with every step, watching as colourful flumes emerged from the ground before settling back with a quiet reverence. The earth below him was mostly loose soil, yielding easily with his every move, the soles of his canvas shoes long since stained and chalked with patterns of dust and blades of grass. It was cooler today, the air sitting comfortably between being too cold to be out in such thin garments and too hot to even function. The sun threw down through the canopy with watery intensity, bathing everything in a dim yellow hue that was easily defeated by the lush greenery that surrounded him. Birds chirped happily, watching as he trudged though the path that led to the lake, a constant reminder of the beauty that surrounded him.

“Don’t be so mean,” You chuckled, fiddling with the loose material of your old dress, hem barely brushing your knees from where you had tied it around your waist. It hadn’t been hard to convince you to come with him; you had been perched outside of your house when he arrived, side of your face cradled by your palm as you lazily surveyed the path. Even if it was only for an hour, you had jumped when he had simply mentioned the forest, bouncing on the balls of your feet and grasping his wrist to pull Jungkook with your whim as your feet thundered the sound of your leaving. He understood the sentiment, the village was too small,  and it swallowed up those who let it, but for those who craved freedom- who looked for more in the great expanse of wilderness merely steps away the close knit community could drive one to frustration with ease.  He had always known that you fit into the latter; your eyes were so wide open, you saw the world and wanted it for everything that it was. And in a way Jungkook understood that he was the same, more so than ever before the cramped walls of his home seemed like they were closing around his lungs. Maybe it was because of your influence, the many nights spent marvelling at the wonders that you both had yet to discover steering him in a similar direction, or maybe it was himself, but he couldn’t deny the small victory he had for being somewhat akin to your radiance “I like your parents, they’re kind, and it’s nice to see you suffer.”

A gentle hand playfully ruffled your hair, eliciting complaints as you struggled away, frowning and making rude gestures with your fingers that made a laugh bubble across Jungkook’s chest, “That’s easy for you to say- they love you so they’re always on their best behaviour around you. You should see them when you aren’t around, it’s like a mad house. By the way, how far away are we? I’m still tired from yesterday.” 

“Firstly, I have seen your parents when they weren’t trying to impress me, don’t you member that time your papa got drunk and begged me to never leave you,” you uttered, weaving around a tree to take a different trail and throwing an amused look over your shoulder when he cringed audibly, “Secondly, we’re pretty close, maybe a couple more minutes- can’t you hear the water?”

True to your words, the roar of the river rang closer with every step he took, the cool water spilling through the air so that that the layer of clammy exertion on Jungkook’s body was lifting away. With a grin, you clasped your fingers around the inside of his arm and skipped forward, ducking under the layers of hanging willow branches to the river’s edge. The trees spread their stiff fingers up towards the sky, sparse leafs quivering with every turn of the breeze- gossiping together in the warm afternoon. Here the wood was brittle, dry and easy to break off to burn, so naturally the village had taken to making the space by the river a makeshift cutting station, logs crowding around an axe that lay embedded in the stump of a long-forgotten tree, blunt and dull with age. 

“Told you I knew the way,” you were twirling with a flourish, smug smile disappearing as you stretched low to your toes with a satisfied groan, “Gods, I forgot how much my legs hate coming here though… hurry up so that we can start heading back; maybe we’ll even have enough time to go raid Mr. Lee’s pantry if we leave before dark.”

Shaking his head Jungkook was padding over to the logs and axe that awaited him, ignoring the way you plopped into the long grass with a happy sigh, “You’re so food obsessed, it’s a wonder you’re not the size of a house by now. How do you even know how to get here anyway?”

Waving him off, you lifted your chin into the crook of your palm to survey him with ease, “I’m a growing girl, I need my food. And Papa used to take me up here all the time, y’know when he had his leg thing? He couldn’t really do much without my help, so I spent a lot of time up here.”

Biting back the mocking comment of ‘growing girl’ Jungkook merely hummed in acknowledgement, keeping his eyes level with the wood as he began to work. It was gruelling work, moving his arm in those circular arcs, and despite his arms that had developed like the rest of his body- a thin layer of strength craved over the limbs, it was only minutes before he was whining and complaining bitterly. 

“Ah, this is so tiring,” Jungkook groaned, hoisting the axe to his side so that he could rub his fingers into the strain of muscles that jumped in his back, working out the knots that were already starting to form, “Give me a hand Y/N? Can you start gathering what I’ve chopped?”

Silence greeted him, the river sounding closer than ever before, the drip of the current over slate thundering in the still air. It was odd, you were usually attentive to whatever he said, always brandishing the edge of a snarky remark or a soft giggle even if what he said was no more than an utter of your name along the wind. So, with a sensible amount of concern, Jungkook was turning around to face you, your name falling from him in a curve of confusion.

You were standing right at the edge of the bank, only one side of your face visible to him from his position, eyes wide and trembling as your lips parted and gaped. Soundless words formed and fell from you, the air from your lungs seemingly stolen as you searched and grasped for words. Somewhere on the opposite side of the river was the pinpoint of your focus, your eyes wavering, expanding and contracting with movement as your legs swayed from the warning of buckling.Then, with an arm that shook from nerves you were raising a digit to wave over in front of you, your lips opening to finally murmurer the words that had been caught in your throat, “I-It’s you?” 

A chill ran over Jungkook at that; the phrase obviously wasn’t meant for him, but the pure awe and reverence that dripped from each syllable was enough to have the axe falling from his grip and his feet slowly moving. You shivered, emotion palpable in your face as you dithered around, hesitance marking into the lines of your features. 

“Y/N,” he started cautiously, still a distance off as you gasped again, your palms covering the surface of your mouth as you watched the point in front of you with a vengeful concentration. Not a single reaction gave away the hint that you could hear him, in fact you seemed to shy further to the river’s lip the closer he came. “No,” you exclaimed suddenly, the breath coming out harsh and desperate, “Please don’t go, please wait- wait!” The line of your words fell forwards, and, seemingly out of instinct, you were lunging forward in an attempt to stop whatever was leaving you. And yet, being so close to the end of land, even that small movement was enough to send you onto your knees and hands, dirt slipping through your fingers ans you toppled over the boundary with a startled cry. 

Your name tore colour across the seam of his lips as he rushed closer to the edge of the river, eyes wide as his nerves sparked with fused ends, watching as you were submerged in the river’s hold. You bobbed around, your face taut with cold and your mouth swallowing great handfuls of air before you were sobbing in pure fear, “Jungkook!”  And for that, he jumped. 

The water hit the plane of his face like a punch, air knocking over his mouth in a shaky gasp that was drowned out by a wave spilling across his lips. Even in the mild weather, the river was absolutely frigid, thoughts flying from Jungkook’s grip as he struggled out of the ball his body was itching to huddle into and bearing his weight up to the surface. He had never been that good at swimming, always falling behind whenever his parents tried to coax him to join them- and in this sort of weather it was all he could manage to keep his face above the edges that lapped against his cheek. Disturbances quivered around him in every direction from the desperate kicking of this arms and legs, the current dragging his prone form away from where he had stood merely minutes ago.

“Y/N!” Jungkook’s voice came out weak and cracking, panic setting deep into him when he was dragged back through the stream, mouth gaping large whenever he could force his face upwards to the sky. He searched for you in a fluster, looking for the patch of hair bobbing in the water of a shock of cold struck skin flailing around-but it was useless; his eyes wouldn’t stay open in the spit of water and any sounds were being drowned out by the roar of liquid around him. Then it happened, louder and more despairingly than he had ever known, he had heard you.

“Jungkook!” Tears welled over the syllables of his name, dripping with a striking terror as your struggle against the current bled into your tone. And there you were, a little way in front of him, face partially from how far you were sinking- hair thrown around you in a mangled halo as you fought to stay adrift. The glazed look in your eyes had faded, replaced by the starkly clear cut of terror that only grew as you struggled. But the thing that hit him the deepest was your eyes, wide and trembling; begging for him to help as you were battered around like a frail doll under the water’s whim. Your mouth parted in feeble cries as you were thrust under the surface once more, only to reemerge, cheeks heaving with tears and eyes squinting furiously as your palms struck the water from the weak motions. You couldn’t swim, the thought came to Jungkook with a sickening twist in his stomach; you couldn’t swim and you were caught in the rapids metres away from where he was. He wouldn’t be able to get to you in time, he couldn’t save you. This was his fault. 

Pushing away the thoughts that screamed misery into his very being, Jungkook was rearing up, using all of his strength in an attempt to reach your crying form. His name was thrown under the film of water as you cried for him still, his arms working as hard as you could to press closer. 

“Y/N, just wait, it’s gonna be okay,” he was panting over the rush of water, watching the way you jolted frantically, “I’m coming to you just wait, please!” With wide eyes, you were reaching for him, you arms stretching out so that your fingers were merely spaces away, lips trembling as you begged for help. With one last utter of his name, you were grasped by the water and directed to one of the rivers side’s with a force to be wary of, your body snapping as you made contact with the dirt wall.  Your head knocked into the river side with a sickening sound, eyes slipping shut immediately as your body crumpled against the plane and was brought along the side of the bank by the current’s wishes, water creeping over your neck that tilted dangerously into the thrashing liquid. He screamed your name as you ducked under, body limp and pliable for the water to do what it pleased, your hair thrown away like silk in the wind. Your hand had caught at the side of the river’s lip, fingers caught by a branch that twined like steel into your palm and you stuck firm to the wall, fear thickening Jungkook’s mind. But you were at a point, somewhere he could get to, and that’s all that mattered. He needed to get to you. So, as the river dragged him closer to a bend, he somehow manged to grasp onto a root that stuck from one side, fingers hanging onto the wood with a muted prayer and hurdled himself with the force of the turn so that he was swept over to your prone figure. 

With a gentle thud, he was colliding with you body, arms scrambling through the onslaught of water to curl around your cold body, your head lolling into the crook of his neck. His fingers moaned in pain as his knuckles standing out a stark white from how hard he gripped the branch on impact, other arm buried adamantly into your waist as the water pushed and pulled the pair of you.

“Y/N,” Jungkook’s voice was shredded, trembling with fear and panic as you simply lay docile in his grip, hair still matted over your face and arms doing nothing to grip him, “Y/N, please, I need you to-” Then he saw it.

As your hair whipped to the nape of your neck with the water, blood trickled into the shades that he loved so much, running a course from a gash on your forehead to the slope of your brow, tricking to the corners pf your wide, blank unseeing eyes. The light that had always been there, always come to meet him, always indulged him in the mysteries you beckoned under the rim of your lashes was gone, replaced by merely a shadow of fear that beaded pity across your frozen face. Jungkook started for a moment or two, his heart clenching as you were tumbled back into his chest, your forehead nestled into him like you had done merely hours ago You were no longer warm, the breaths that had pattered over his side as you chuckled stilling to the cool water that hung around both of you. Then it happened, when he finally breathed, the pain came rushing in. It was like nothing that Jungkook had ever felt, a pain the tore a cry from his throat and agony fought hard into the centre of his chest, curling into the put of his stomach until he felt physically sick. It was as if he was dying, the torment pricking over every inch of his body as sobs of your name broke free. You were dead in his arms, your limp arms holding the feeble broken state of his heart that throbbed closer to it’s end with every beat, there was nothing he could do to save you, and the thought was enough to make him pull you closer a s a hoarse scream echoed into your temple. Tears flooded down the planes of his cheeks, merging with the water that had oh so cruelly taken you from him. It was too much, and in his sorrow, Jungkook was happy to let go of the branch that dug into the tender flesh of his digits. 

 The current was quick to swallow him up again, the adrenaline born energy that had been fighting against his chest dying away as fast as it had come; the thing he had been fighting so hard for was gone and it was all he could do to keep your still body flush against him as your life ran ink through the water- moments dissolving as your soul walked away. His arms pulled around you tighter, whispering words of comfort that fell on deaf ears, apologies that would never be accepted floating around him as the water roared loudly in his ears. 

A sharp turn had him hurdling towards a bank, eyes shut as he sank into the last time he would ever hold you in his embrace, his life fleeing along with your own. And when he was slamming into the face of a rock, head bruising and cracking under the force, he did nothing to protect himself- only holding your more firmly to throw a plea to the gods that would undoubtedly refuse to listen. Please, just let me die with her, Jungkook sank into the water’s side, its fingers making quick work to pull him under the surface. Crimson rose above him like a ribbon, marking the place that you both fell to as the dark crowded from the floor. His breath burst uselessly in his lungs, tendrils of his last gasp escaping his loose hold with ease. And it was when his chest was thundering with a dull ache and his heart was finally easing it’s pain that he heard you, clear and direct from the place you had flow to.

“Please Kookie,” you cried, hands tugging uselessly at the torn material of his tunic, hands smoothing warmth along the expanse of his body from every space your fingertips graced, “please don’t leave me, I don’t want to be alone, please.”

Smoothing his hand over your head, eyes fond at your innocent face that was clear of pain, bright and gorgeous in the dark of the sky Jungkook whispered back to the hummingbird race of your beautiful, beautiful life, “Never.” Then the shadows finally collapsed in on his form, still curled around your own and whispering promises that rose in the summer haze, the last and only sign of two souls whose love was always destined to die. 

Apologize (Zach Dempsey)

Originally posted by jeffatkjns

Pairing: Zach Dempsey/Reader
Words: 1760+
Warning(s): some swearing, bullying
A/N: Im having some writers block so I listened to some music and thought of this. Uh i may accept some 13RW requests but?? i didnt really care much for the show lol sorry,,the song doesnt represten teenagers and teenagers in love, but i was looking at it as symbolic. I hate writing when im tired but lbh, im always tired.
Summary: (Y/N) is the shy, choir girl who is secretly dating Zach Dempsey, one of the popular jocks. She plans on doing a surprise solo for the big performance and she plans to dedicate it to Zach, but what happens when Bryce wants to pull a prank on the soloist during practice and Zach doesn’t know who is singing.
Song: Olet Puolisoni Nyt (Its such a beautiful song, you should give it a listen)

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You’re Gonna Be Okay

A/N: Soo… I kinda rushed this because I haven’t posted something in a long time and I’m not completely satisfied and was very hesitant to post this but hey. Here it is. Also this is my first time in a while to write in third person so… yeah, Also! Let me know if you’d like a part 2! Enjoy!

Requested? Yes, by Anonymous

Pairing: Tim Drake x Speedster!Reader (Siblings)

 Warning(s): Implied Abuse

Word Count: 1400+ (JeSUS)

Tim sat silently on the windowsill of a tall building, one leg pressed against his chest while the other dangled off the side. A light, cold breeze passed by him as he scanned the small neighbourhood he was watching. He breathed in the scent of rain coming strong from the air around him, seeing the clouds rolling in rather quickly in the distance from the corner of his eye. He couldn’t help let out of groan of annoyance, staring at the pitch black storms clouds before turning his attention back to the small, sketchy neighbourhood.

His eye caught a small blur race into an alleyway, being engulfed by the darkness filling the narrow street. Tim didn’t think much at first but his curiosity got to him and he found himself glancing at the same alleyway, a feeling told him that he could miss this chance and regret it for a long time. He bit his bottom lip in slight frustration, taking a moment to think before jumping from the windowsill, careful with his movements and landing on the street quietly in an effort not to startle anything or anyone.

He was slow, his eyes immediately catching to a small child curled up against wall, quietly whimpers could be heard as the figure violently shook. TIm had to admit it was rather cold out, and no doubt this child would be freezing, from what he could observe the kid only wore a gown and ripped socks.

His first thought was to call either Dick or Bruce about this situation, the kid was no older than 8 and what he could tell this was no condition a child should be in. When he got closer he could feel his stomach drop, he couldn’t think straight and a strange feeling of guilt washed over him as he crouched down before the fragile kid.

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anonymous asked:

Speaking of expensive products. Let's talk about harry getting serious with someone and needing to have the money talk because being with him probably comes with a lot of unexpected expenses that'd be tough on someone who even has a good job. he'd try to sneak in a credit card but after he sees you don't use it at all he'd try a more serious approach because it's not about using his money, it's about the commitment of being with all of him, and that includes his money (p1)

(P2) also, imagine you never had the intention of ever using that card in your lifetime, but one day you’re out and you realize you left your own card in another purse and you have no option but to use it. Harry would totally get hard at the thought of you letting yourself depend on him

He would turn on notifications for the card so he would know whenever you used it and when he sees the banner pop up on his phone, he does get a little hard - honestly, he does. Because you’ve always been so adamant about not using his money when you’ve got your own - it’s oftentimes a struggle to let him buy dinner for the two of you - and using that credit card he gave you means a lot more than you caving in.

You’d come home to switch out the cards before heading off to do whatever you had originally planned, and you’d curse when you see that his car is still in the garage. You try to breeze pass him to the bedroom where you’ve left your other purse, but he follows you like a giddy toddler.

“What?” you ask, shoving your own card in your wallet. 

“You used the card,” he holds his hands behind his back while he sways slightly from side to side. “I got a notification. Youuuu used the caaarrd!”

“It was only for petrol,” you huff, walking out of his bedroom. That’s another thing - you’ve started staying at his house when you’ve got a perfectly acceptable flat of your own, so he’s been trying to convince you to let him pay the rent on your place because he prefers it when you stay with him, but he knows you don’t want to move in quite yet. “I forgot my own card, otherwise I would’ve used it. Don’t get all excited.”

“Too late,” he grins, his dimples prominent in both cheeks. “The charge was enough to warrant a full tank. You splurged. On my dime!”

Harry!” you turn around, shoving his shoulder playfully. “I always get a full tank. Don’t be a brat!”

He laughs and pulls you to him, enveloping you in an all-encompassing bear hug while you bury your face in his chest. You swore you’d never use that card, and while you were happy you’d had it has a backup at the petrol station, you’re not sure if it was worth this much of a reaction out of him.

“Love ya,” he smacks a kiss onto the crown of your head. “You little gold digger, you.”