a voice to hold in the dark

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requested by anon <3
prompt;
  Imagen Batman getting protective over you coming home late at night.

MASTERLIST KO-FI. WRITTING CHALLENGE!

“Do you even know what time it is?” His gruff voice cuts the air and you sigh heavily, shrugging off your coat and sloppily throwing it on the hanger. Your feet are aching, the dress you squeezed yourself in five hours ago is now the most uncomfortable thing you had ever worn and the light head-ache – a warning of an upcoming hangover – is starting to make your head buzz. The hallway is dark, though that hardly matters as you know the layout of your home perfectly. You find him sitting in the living room, his gaze directed straight at you. You hold in a snort – he almost looks like an overly protective parent. Your arms cross without you even realizing it and you raise a brow.

“Let me guess…Super late?” The sarcasm is not appreciated, that much you can tell, “Whatever, Bruce, it was a work party. Should I have said no to free drinks?” You let the question hang in the air. He sighs and rubs his temple, “Though so. Now, if you’ll excuse me—“

“It’s not safe.” He deadpans, standing up, “Gotham. It’s not safe to wander around for you alone.” He says, coming closer. Despite being annoyed at him you don’t push him away, don’t even take a step back or flinch when his fingers graze your cheek in a fleeting moment of tenderness, “I don’t want you to get hurt because of me.” He adds, quieter.

“I took an uber.” You say, as if that would somehow ease his worry. You are almost positive that if he wasn’t so tired he’d at least crack a smile.

Requests are open!

Somewhere in a dark room, a male Tumblr artist draws a girl. But this is no ordinary girl that he is drawing. You see, the girl he is drawing in this work in particular has slightly bigger boobs and hips than the girls he usually draws. With one deft stroke, he bravely erases her thigh gap; a selfless act of martyrdom to the fat women everywhere who so desperately needed his help. At last, some REAL representation! Their voices can finally be heard! He gently brushes the eraser shavings off of the picture and holds it up to the light, but does so carefully, so as not to uncork the lightning he had just captured in a bottle. As he looks upon his drawing the way a mother looks at her newborn child, he takes a moment to reflect on the monumental societal impact he has made. A single tear rolls down his cheek as he lovingly proclaims “thicc.”

Lyrics written by Namjoon

Because he didn’t only write “I’mma beat that p*ssy like you never ever felt before”

-“Having tight schedules Even tough i’m tired,I smile
Cause in a family called bangtan i’m a not an only child”
-Unpack Your Bags

-”I can be assigned to many places,
But why can’t I find the real me anywhere?”-
So 4 More

-”I don’t know whether I’ve lost the way
or whether from the beginning I was lost
even when I’m with someone, one corner of my heart is lonely”
-Adrift

-”This sea is too deep
Still, I’m lucky
Because even if I cry, no one would know”
-Whalien 52

-“Never be late to do what you wanna do right now
Because at one point of someday,
Everything you did
Would be exactly what you will be” -
O,RUL8,2?

-”Thank you for letting me be me
For helping me fly
For giving me wings
For straightening me out
For waking me from being suffocated
For waking me from a dream which was all I was living in" -SAVE ME

-”I just wanted to succeed
the words I tediously heard from others were only that
I thought I could catch the mirage known as happiness
but the me in front of my desk wasn’t happy even for a moment
Without my mom knowing, I put a sheet of white paper between the pages of my workbook
My identity that I wrote down matched to the drum and bass”
-Voice

-“The grown-ups confess
That we have it so easy
They say that we are happier than our portion
Then how do you explain my unhappiness?
There’s no conversation topics beside studying
Outside, there are so many kids like me,
Living the life of a puppet
Who will take responsibility?”
-N.O

-”Life isn’t about living along but living through
As you live through, you’ll disappear some day
If you keep spacing out, you’ll be swept away,
if you ain’t no got the guts, trust”
-Tomorrow 

-”I empty my drink but it gets filled with loneliness […]
All I did was color you in my white, blank paper
But then I realized, it already became a finished picture”
-Hold me tight

-”Hey you, who’s looking over the Han River
If we bump into each other while passing, would it be fate?
Or maybe we bumped into each other in our past life
Maybe we bumped into each other countless times”
-Reflection

-”My mother said the sea is blue
She said to let out your voice as far as you can
But what to do, it’s so dark and there are only different whales
speaking entirely different words”
-Whalien 52

-”The media and adults say we don’t have willpower
condemning us like stocks
Why are they killing us before we can even try
Why are you hanging your head and accepting it already?” -Dope

-”Life is more beautiful knowing that we’ve taken a loan on death
Even light is treasured more when there’s darkness
The sunshine appears after we’ve passed through the storm”
-Life

-”Let’s be happy, let’s be happy
Even if we live with these heavy words in our mouths every day
To be honest, I still don’t know
Why am I often lonely”
-Adrift

-“I’m living to understand the world, 
But why hasn’t this world tried to understand me”
-Always

-”Back then I thought this was a big place
But my ambition grew too big
That big house became too small now”
-Move

-“In the darkness,
People look happier than the day
Everyone else knows where they’re supposed to be
But only I walk without purpose”
-Reflection

-”Outside was a whole battlefield so I bring out the chopper
Every night inside me I quietly fight with myself
My heart pounds, my colleagues stab me in the back
While saying that I became a moron after joining a company”
-Awakening

-”It’s just one life
Who are you living for?
My heart stopped when I was nine or ten
Put your hand on your heart
and ask what you dream was
What is really was”
-O,RUL8,2?  

*This was Sarah for you daily Namnam appreciation

(cred to Lynn and papercrowns!)

We Got Married (M)

Originally posted by kthmyg

8.8k words. Arranged Marriage AU. Min Yoongi.

Warning: Fingering. Phone sex. ft Kim Namjoon.


It’s hilarious, laughable, pathetic even, how love could either build you or ruin you and yet knowing this, people still chase after it like the rise of golden light beyond the horizon, or the last drop of dew in twilight, or the flutter of that one coral blue butterflies in buttercup paved meadow.

It’s frightening, daunting, startling even, how love makes your hands clammy like you’re being interviewed by the very man who founded the big shot company you’ve applied to.

And it’s utterly, impossibly, unbelievable how love comes in many ways like a bump and a spill of coffee on crisp white shirt, or a brush of hands upon a dusty leather brown book spine or an envelope obtained from a mailbox on one’s way back from grocery shopping.

Well, that’s exactly what’s happening to Min Yoongi, second son to one of the well-known elite families in Seoul. Most of the time, he couldn’t care less about family matters; business deals, dinner with alien faces and empty conversations─ those things he’s entitled to attend with mildly bored eyes and champagne he’ll never finish in one hand. But this particular matter, he can’t just not care. One, because it directly concerns him (as if the cursive letter of his name engraved in bold black against crisp white isn’t enough indication). Two, because it’s from a certain someone in his family who he’s fond of.

Dear Yoongi,

Is written on the top of the not so neat written paper.

Son,

I know you might hate me for this.

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anonymous asked:

How do the Rogues get along cooped up in Arkham?

the gotham rogues in arkham is so wild lmao…. all the normal rules of engagement are OFF

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edward isn’t allowed puzzles or that many games in arkham and the ones he is allowed he finds SO BORING so he starts finding new ways to keep himself occupied.

like literally ivy will walk past him in the cafeteria one day shoving straws up his nose and be like, “what the fuck are you doing?” 

and edward will just turn to her with like a dozen straws shoved up either nostril and a deadly serious look on his face and say, “challenging my intellect, dear.” 

*

harley: i wanna watch adventure time!
harvey: tough shit, cutthroat kitchen is on next!
harley: give me the remote, fryface!” *trying to wrestle the remote out of two-face’s hand
jonathan: why don’t you just read a book-
harley + harvey: NO ONE ASKED BITCH

*

if something goes missing in arkham it’s most likely some asshole has taken it. harvey just barrels into the rec room one day seething

“RIGHT WHERE IS IT?” 
“where’s what?” 
“MY COIN YOU JACKASSES I KNOW YOU HAVE IT”
snickering but no one owns up, orderlies/guards looking kinda worried but also kinda amused. 
“WHERE IS IT?!?!”
“I’LL GO TO THE WARDEN, I SWEAR.”
suddenly stops yelling, gets an evil smile on face and narrows eyes, “they’ll take the TV away.”
harvey starts walking towards the door and like four rogues tackle him to the ground at once. biting, kicking, scratching and punching ensues. 

after it’s all over ivy just walks up calmly to him and drops it in his hand, “you dropped it on the floor of the cafeteria this morning.”

*

harley and ivy are gay as shit all the time, not even subtle about it. just like holding hands and staring longingly into each others eyes and all that soppy shit. it’s infuriating for anyone who’s third wheeling. 

“so guys i have a plan to bust out- guys? guys…. guys please - guys, stop being gay for like 5 min and listen to my plan.”

*

art therapy is a mess.

doctor: draw something that represents ur innermost feelings

obvs ur gunna get the really dark shit but:

  • joker draws himself in a wedding dress being carried off by batman. 
  • edward draws himself in question mark speedos and a Hawaiian shirt sitting on a pile of money on a beach with the words I AM THE BEST over the top.
  • ivy draws the rogues and batfam dead at her feet, flowers growing out of the bodies while she stands on top of the pile triumphantly holding hands with harley.
  • harley just draws some kittens and puppies and a bunch of love hearts and jester diamonds. 
  • jonathan draws a scarecrow in a dark field surrounded by a bunch of crows with sharp teeth in the beaks and the words might as well be dead. no one is surprised. [harvey voice] why you gotta be so emo crane?
  • victor draws himself and nora on their wedding day and harley bursts into tears and tries to hug him.

*

doctor: edward, please can you call jonathan over for me?
edward: sure
edward: JONAAAAAATHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNN
doctor: for gods sake
jonathan: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT?
doctor: i don’t know what i expected 

*

gotham rogues: [are arguing in group therapy as per usual]
doctor: excuse me, who’s the doctor here? 
jonathan: me
harley: me too
ivy: i am as well
victor: technically i am too
edward: i have multiple doctorates, i’ll have you know
doctor: [face palming] i don’t get paid enough to deal with this shit
gotham rogues: we know

bad | 05

 He was the cliché bad boy. He was the guy you couldn’t stand. He was the handsome, hot kid who made girls go weak in the knees. He was a brat. You had never liked him one bit, but you had also never gotten involved with anything concerning him. Until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

Originally posted by 7bboys

MEMBER: jeon jungkook x reader

GENRE: future smut, romance, fluff, badboy!jungkook

WORDS: 7 159

WARNINGS: mature themes, language

| 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07coming soon ↠ 

A/N: I hope ya’ll have fun reading this. hopefully it quenches some thirst- what? fucken not today teaser got me shook as fuck, I screamed out loud! and thank you so much for all the sweet messages <3 sry for taking so long

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ka//ura “bonding” scene: floating in the dark, vast emptiness of space, forced to hold on to each other, while Keith closes his eyes and won’t look at Allura until they’re found and when his eyes are actually open he looks bored

klance Bonding Moment™: soft purple colors- a combination of Keith and Lance’s colors- with them holding hands for no reason for a prolonged amount of time, talking about how they are a good team and work well together using soft voices, smiling softly at each other with soft music underneath them and the camera lingering on their smiles

i. you touch him and it’s like a war. the burning in your bones overpowers your mind and your heart pounds like the drums calling soldiers to the bloodbath. it’s violent and visceral and you feel some part of you latch onto to his skin, a mark left on you for the stars to find when they uncover your story.


ii. he smiles at you and the stars become surpassed in what brings you light. it’s all teeth but there’s a hint of joy in the way his mouth moves around you. the sun’s blaze turns to ash and you feel warm and wanted. you are living in the darkness until his grin finds yours and from that moment, everything in you is made with his echoes. 


iii. his voice becomes your compass, becomes your truth north. his voice is the one you can pick out in the middle of the crowd, in the middle of the battle because it is the map to home. the sound of your name coming off his lips is your anchor and without his voice you would drown, down to bottom of the endless ocean.


iv. his eyes are dark enough to fall in. his eyes hold the torment he has been through and you wish you could heal his scars but you can only try to take away some of the ache. his eyes would make the deities of the ancient world throw themselves into the pit to prevent anymore loss. his eyes find yours and the colors of the universe seem brighter, seem softer, seem more beautiful. 


v. you love him. that is what the pounding of your heart sings. you love him from this universe to the next and the constellations will yearn to chart your story and the history books will place your names side by side and it will never be enough. because you love him and even after death, you’d find him.

—  Depths of Devotion by Abby S
The Train

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count: 4201

Prompt: Y/N walks in, and Harry notices she’s wearing yellow again, this time it’s a yellow sweater with a pair of dark skinny jeans and brown ankle boots, her hair is pulled back into a pony tail with a white scrunchie with little smiling suns and he swears that he has to squint to look at her. “Oh! I know you-you’re the guy from the train,” Y/N beams, “Harry, right?” she sets down the tray of muffins.

 “I didn’t tell you my name,” Harry snaps.

 Y/N pouts, “well yeah, but I’m also not stupid,” she says. 

“Are you joining us today Harry?” the man asked, “I’m Seth, I run the group.”

“Why else would I fucking be here,” Harry grumbled.

 Y/N grabs a muffin, ignoring Harry’s sour attitude, “here, they’re made with love,” she smiled, holding out the blueberry muffin.

 “Fuck off,” Harry says. He watches as her smile fades and the glint in her eyes seems to disappear, for a split second Harry feels like a dick, but then he realizes he doesn’t care and Y/N should just shove the muffin up her ass.


Harry was annoyed.

It really hadn’t been his day at all. His morning was terrible, he woke up next to a blonde and he tried really hard to remember her name-only to fail. When he asked her to leave she insisted on making breakfast, to which Harry responded with “feel free to grab something and leave” and then he proceeded to shower. When he got out, the unknown girl stood in his kitchen making herself a smoothie and toast. Her red lips in a pout, “come on, you can’t be in that big of a rush,” Harry ended up calling security, she was crazy.

When he went into the studio he was blank, the songs he did come in with were rejected and he couldn’t find the energy or muse to write another one. He was out of inspiration, nothing amused Harry anymore. He found himself not enjoying the things he used to love, drinks seemed to be the only thing that made him feel something (and it was only for a little bit). He didn’t enjoy being surrounded by his friends and family, his love for writing was slipping through the cracks, and his energy was fading.

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How the Signs Kiss/How the Signs Are in Bed

~~~Use Sun and Mars~~~

Aries

Good: Destructive and fierce, they have a firm hold on you and they let you know they won’t let you go
Bad: Teeth-bashing aggression and broken noses

Taurus

Good: Sensual and romantic, with a twinge of dark desire
Bad: Like a dead fish, there’s nothing to work with

Gemini

Good: Wild and exciting, constant stimulation with a surprising intensity
Bad: They get distracted by their own voice and all they do is talk about what is happening instead of making anything happen

Cancer

Good: Nurturing and sweet, surprisingly fun and full of laughter and intimacy
Bad: They cry

Leo

Good: Passionate and dirty, it’s raw and intense
Bad: Make you do all the work and treat you kissing them like a peasant serving royalty some grapes

Virgo

Good: Attentive and trustworthy, like you feel like they love you already and they’ll take care of you
Bad: Cold and controlling

Libra

Good: Fun and sweet, it feels like a smile and sunshine
Bad: Just a fuckshit of awful, either they try to eat your face or don’t know how to open their mouths and they try to talk dirty to you and it’s embarrassing

Scorpio

Good: Passionate and all-enveloping you feel like it’s the only thing in the world
Bad: Say weird intense shit to you or want you to do some weird ass stuff

Sagittarius

Good: Playful and hot, they know how to get you where you need to go and aren’t shy about doing it
Bad: Sweaty and too forward

Capricorn

Good: Dominating and intense, you just trust they know what to do
Bad: Straight up mean and even a little creepy

Aquarius

Good: Fun and interesting and they feel like electricity running through you
Bad: Selfish and not all there somehow

Pisces

Good: Hypnotic and magnetic, you’re just lost in a dream with them
Bad: Just there

mirandatam  asked:

Hm... something about Rey and the ghost of Shmi Skywalker?

Rey is 273 days on Jakku when the woman with the dark eyes and the faint lines around her eyes bends down, and helps her wash the dust and debris from a hyperspace drive port. (Two and a half portions, never let it be said that Rey doesn’t know her worth.) “There,” the woman says, and when she smiles the lines around her eyes carve even deeper. When Rey drags the brush over the drive port, no sand kicks up. “Shiny and new. Go on, now—you can’t let him run out of portions.”

“’m Rey,” Rey says, breathless, clutching the port to her chest.

“Go!” the woman says, and Rey runs. She gets in line just in time to get the last three portions from Unkar. But when tries to find the woman after—

The sand is empty of sentients, and no one seems to know the human woman with dark hair, darker eyes, not even when Rey wanders among the camps and asks for her. Rey is only 273 days, and hungry, and so she eats there, squatted down in the sand outside someone’s tent—scarfing down half-mixed portions because she’s dizzy with starving, and she can’t wait. If the dark-haired woman wanted some, she should have been easier to find.

Rey sleeps that night full—or, at least, what she thinks is full—and dreams of a wattle-and-daub hut, and a woman with dark hair, dark eyes, laughing. The woman’s son sits with sun-bleached hair, his mouth is skewed as he works on a droid to help his mother with the customers that come. Rey helps too, and when he smiles at her, it feels like coming-home.

They are so happy, and Rey wakes crying, even though that is water she cannot afford to lose.

.

“No, not that one,” the woman says, and Rey drops the part like it burns her hand to touch. She whirls around, and there is the woman with the dark eyes, dark hair. She’s smiling, a little bemusedly, at Rey, at the specific part Rey was trying to extract from the mess of decay and rust.

“What’s wrong with it?” Rey demands. She is six hundred and seven days now, and she thought—

“Navigation systems are fiddly,” the woman says, stepping towards her, and then she is there, close enough for Rey to touch, to—“Biologic growth damages them first, interferes with the electro-magnetic signaling. This has—” she grunts, and the part comes away in her hand. “This has overgrown. It’s not worth installing again, it’ll just send the ship off-course trying to follow all those awful fractals.”

“What good does that do me?” Rey asks, thinking of all the portion she’s lost, if this stranger is right. She’d just wanted—

But the stranger smiles, and her eyes crinkle at the corners. “Come on,” she says, lowering herself to sit on the durasteel floor of the mighty star destroyer. “I’ll show you a trick my unscrupulous master showed me, on how to make it look as though tech has never been damaged.”

Rey spends the whole afternoon with her chin hooked over the woman’s soft shoulder, watching as she shows Rey how to reroute, undo, lay down new electric pathways. She smells like something sharp, the way Rey has always imagined ozone would smell if Rey had ever found the courage to leave the atmosphere. Her eyes are older than her face, that much Rey knows for sure.

“There you go,” the woman finally says, pressing the piece into Rey’s hand. “Good as new. Plutt won’t even be able to tell the difference, so you shouldn’t accept less than five and a quarter portions—”

“What about you?” Rey asks. The woman is warm, and alive, and human, and Rey finds herself hoping she’s her mother. Just to have something, someone. And especially her, with her crinkled eyes, the way she rests a hand against Rey’s cheek like—

“Oh, I’m fine,” the woman says, and Rey’s heart falters. “You will be full, on five and a quarter portions. That’s enough.”

Rey eats alone, eats until she is sick on constituted bread and meat, and she lies in her own bed biting down on her fist to keep herself from crying.

.

Sometimes, Rey looks out of the corner of her eye, and there she is, the woman with the dark hair and the dark eyes. “Hello, Mother,” Rey begins greeting her at some point, muttered in between breaths as she extracts another part, as she wakes from her midday nap in the shadowy berth of a star destroyer, as she forces herself to stay longer, work harder.

Sometimes, she hears someone murmur, hello, daughter, but she’s not sure. She’s not.

.

Poor affection-starved Rey, longing for a family, any family, even a ghost. Even the vague shape, even a shadow. Even the hint of a mother, whispering in her ear, droids have always been harbingers of good news, of better things ahead. Strangers may be angels. You are more. Run, go. I will follow you there.

Rey  isn’t sure, really, but in the barracks of D’Qar, Rey tosses and turns, until a cool hand comes to rest on her forehead, her neck. Shhh, a voice that is not quite the Force but might be something similar, whispers. It strokes its cool knuckles over the rabbit-pulse of her jugular. Shh, rest. You have a war to fight in the morning.

Shh.

 Shhhhhhh.

.

Luke has holos of his family—Padmé Amidala and Anakin Skywalker, Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru Whitesun-Lars. But it’s the holo of their their step-mother, Shmi, that stops Rey in her tracks, stops her breathing at all. Anakin’s mother, Luke says, but Rey is holding onto he lightsaber too tightly to hear.

I know her, she says, and Luke goes still, blinks. 

Oh?

She used to—sing me lullabies, Rey says, because that’s all she can remember just now, the dark-haired-dark-eyed woman—Shmi Skywalker, chosen to be Mother of the Living Force, blessed, holy—humming in Rey’s darkened AT-AT. Shmi singing in Huttese; warm and calloused hands, a rough voice singing of how much she loved, would protect—

Luke catches Rey before she hits her knees, gathers her up to his chest. Shh, Luke murmurs, stroking her hair as Rey sobs. Shhh, it’s all right. Everything will—it’ll turn out right. It’ll be—it’ll be right.

Rey feels a cool touch at her forehead (impossible, Luke’s hands are hot at her waist, and—) and she sobs again, feeling hollow, feeling like she’s come home, somehow, impossibly. It is a war, she shouldn’t feel….

Shh, Luke and his grandmother whisper together, cradling Rey against the bulwark of light they represent. Shh.

Summary: Five snapshots of Jughead’s and Betty’s life when Jughead had nowhere to stay and Betty was hiding him in her room. 

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(Okay, I know this is long; I know. But seriously I can’t help the fact that I want to fill entire books with how adorably cute those two are! <3 So grab your snacks and drinks and dive in hahaha! Also I’m sorry if there are any typos, it’s really late and I’m way tired to notice my mistakes. I hope you all like it guys!!!) 


Two days had passed since the night Betty Cooper had stormed inside the Blue & Gold office like a wild force of nature, catching Jughead on the act as well as learning about his secret of not having a place of his own anymore, and coexisting under the same roof was going smoothly for the two friends. Every morning they would wake up way earlier than most people in their town, and especially than Betty’s parents, and Jughead, although not being a morning person, would sneak out with a grateful smile plastered on his lips and hands full with every new snack Betty seemed to always prepare for him, and every night she would sneak him back in once she knew her parents were retired to their bedroom for the night. Their system seemed to be flawless.

Today was a low-key Wednesday night and the first time they had the house entirely to themselves, since the Coopers had yet another late night at the newspaper, the two teens finally enjoying some peace and quiet without closed doors and hush whispers. Betty was sprawled over the bed, text books and colorful markers all around her as the blonde girl was trying to finish her homework, elbow holding herself up and chin resting on her palm, head aching over an answer sheet and calves crossing and uncrossing behind her. Jughead was over the window with blinds shut – he had made Betty promise that his secret would stay between them – sitting comfortably on her white desk chair and having his long legs crossed at the ankles, outstretched against the wooden window frame, while typing furiously on his laptop that rested on his lap. Since no one was at home he didn’t have to lurk at his usual booth at Pop’s. Plus, he found Betty’s presence a very good remedy for writer’s block.

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2 | You’ll Never Walk Alone

BTS + GOT7 X READER [GANG!AU]

WORD COUNT: 4,134

series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut

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“Give me your phone.” Jin held out his large palm expectantly as he escorted you back inside the manor house, Taehyung in tow with your bags.

“Y/N I mean it, hand it over.”

Thankfully you’d all made it back from the hotel in one piece, nobody was hurt but nobody was telling you anything either.

“Not until you tell me what’s going on…” You retorted nervously, your voice no louder than a broken whisper.

Taehyung slipped past you and made his way to the back of the building with your suitcases, Jin took you into an eccentric looking dining room, the air lightly tainted with the lingering stench of kimchi. The room was beautifully decorated, the walls were pale lilac, complimented by the soft rose curtains that covered the large windows. Huge luxury paintings clung to the walls as they fought for attention, each one more lavish than the last. But despite the bright colours and fluorescence of the big chandeliers, the room felt dark and cold as though it was rarely, if ever used. Jin pulled a chair out and gestured for you to sit down at the huge dining table, a deep sigh falling from his plump lips.

“Please give me your phone. Jimin will explain everything I promise, but that’s a conversation you need to have with him… Not me.” Jin explained, his chocolate brown orbs glazed with sympathy. You took your phone from your leather jacket, placing it directly into his palm. Jin was like a brother to you and you trusted him with your life, you couldn’t start questioning his integrity now.

“Thank you. Now it’s been a long day, you should rest. I’ll show you to one of the spare rooms-“

“Nonsense. She’ll stay in the back house.” Jimin appeared in the doorway, trying his best to smile despite his face being blanketed in concern. “Come on, I’ll take you.” He took your wrist in his grip and pulled you outside, his strides almost too wide for you to keep up with.

At the back of the darkened gardens there was a small house, resembling that of a white cottage or bungalow. Just from looking at it you could tell there was only one floor, and that it wasn’t very spacious. Taehyung exited the building and nodded once at your brother, who gave him a small smile and muttered something that sounded like ‘thank you.’

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the quality of mercy (1/1)

Summary: In which Killian confesses to David and Emma. Spoilers for 6x12.

Rated: T

Warnings: None

Words: ~4.3k

Notes: I had a lot of feelings about the end of 6x12.  Title from The Quality of Mercy by William Shakespeare.  Much love and gratitude to my instrumental wife @ripplestitchskein for reading this through for me.

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The worst of it, Killian thinks, is that for a moment, he doesn’t recall the man’s face.

He was nothing but a liability, standing between his crew and enough riches to carry him from one day to the next, bleeding out a living until he could sink his hook into the crocodile’s neck. And he doesn’t recognize David’s father at first, because he’d been merely one in the stream, one of the nameless voices that whispers to him late at night, or early in the morning, growing louder and louder, until he’s forced out of bed – and out of the endearingly tight circle of Emma’s arms – to wander along the line where the town meets the sea.

Only now, this one has a name, and the longer and harder he peers down at the drawing, the more familiar he seems. Not only from a hazy memory, but from the set of his brow, the swell of his cheeks, features he sees in the man he now calls his friend, and in the woman he longs to call his wife. And here, in the midnight shadows of the home he shares with her, he holds tight to the incriminating pages, a wisp of the darkness still stirring in his heart suggesting he surrender them to the sea.

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A Little Closer

Author: @sebastianstandoffish

Pairing: Reader (She/Her) x Bucky Barnes

Summary: Sequel to A Personal Connection 

Word Count: 4k+

Category: SMUT DIRTY SMUT

Warnings: Cursing (per usual), pretty explicit smut (18+ you guys c’mon)

A/N: I’m so so sorry this took so long! I was struggling between pulling this one out of a very reluctant brain and writing some other stuff, but I hope you like it all the same!


After 72 years of ice and abstinence, Bucky worried his skills in the bedroom might’ve been a little rusty.

When (Y/N) had challenged him to just about the sexiest competition in the history of everything, he’d been absolutely floored. He’d thought about that girl for months: what he’d do to her, what he’d let her do to him (it was a little obsessive if he was honest with himself.) So, as she’d looked at him with darkened eyes and a wicked smile on her lips, he should’ve felt ecstatic, ready to haul her ashes right then and there. Instead, he’d floundered, blurting out the name of a diner a few blocks from the Tower and insisting they go right then.

Two weeks and the best six dates of his entire, excessively long life later, he was preparing to finally take the next step.

Maybe it was how much he’d grown to like (Y/N) and the fear that he would disappoint her, or how much time had passed since the last time he’d knocked a girl’s socks off, but he was freaking out. He felt like such a baby, whining and not doing backflips up and down the hallway at the opportunity to have sex with such a beautiful, kind girl.

He was probably going to hurl as soon as her saw her.

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A fallen bookmark on a Thursday afternoon

Pairing: Jungkook | Reader
Genre: ANGST, Fluff and soft Smut
Word Count: 19k




He came to you like the air comes into the train station after the fast arriving of the machine.

It comes fast and unexpected, making you hoist your head to look at the long vehicle and the people inside. It is so fast you can’t even distinguish the different wagons.

As the train comes to a stop, the wind that it creates plays with your hair, leaving you breathless.

That’s how Jeon Jungkook came into your life.

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We Are Young: Chapter 1

Throne of Glass High School AU

Summary: Senior Rowan Whitethorn is new to town. It doesn’t take him long to get use to a new school, make new friends, even join the local hockey team. But it also doesn’t take him long to meet sophomore and figure skater Aelin Galathynius. And it doesn’t take him long to realize one thing; he can’t stand her.

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“Coach is going to kill you.”

Aelin had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. She glanced over at Nehemia, but the dark skinned beauty was too busy backing into a parking spot of the school parking lot to pay her any attention.

Uncle Orlon,” The car came to a stop and Aelin sent Nehemia another pointed look - “Isn’t going to kill me for added a little extra sugar in my coffee.” A pause. “Uncle Weylan might though.”

“There are several things wrong with your statement,” Lysandra spoke up from the back of the car. She leant forward to look at herself in the rearview mirror, fixing her hair as she spoke. “One, you got a gingerbread latte and added three extra packets of sugar. I wouldn’t call that ‘a little’. And two,” Lysandra turned, sending Aelin a deadly smile. “Coach Weylan will definitely kill you when he finds out.”

If he finds out.” Aelin smirked, taking a big sip of her over sugared drink.

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Mirror For The Sun - Part 6: Mt. Rushmore

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 5  -  Part 7

Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 3692

Author’s Note: Okay team, I love-hate South Dakota. I think that shows in this part. XD I hope you like it anyway. Fun factoid, so far I have been everywhere in this fic that I am taking you all, and by the end there is only one place that I’ll not have described from experience.

Originally posted by wanderluxx

I woke early this morning and made my way to the kitchen, Steve was already up, wolfing down a protein bar and preparing for a run. Not quite ready for conversation and definitely not interested in a run on my first vacation in years, I slipped silently past him onto the elevated deck that wrapped around much of the cabin Y/N had managed to find and rent for us. I have to admit after 14 hours of driving yesterday alone, most of those hours contentious and stressful, this cabin with plenty of room for the four of us to spread out is a much-needed reprieve.

As much as I hate to admit it, Nat knew exactly what she was doing convincing Y/N to map out this trip. She knows exactly how far is too far a drive for one day, when we all need space or when it’s okay to tough it out and share a small hotel. Just now the space and the quiet is a welcome change from the hot, overcrowded amusement park or the busy city streets.

I check my watch and know the sun must be coming up, but looking out from the roughly hewn pine railing, all I see are tall, dark evergreens covering the rippling hills in front of me. I can’t even see another house from here. The morning air is cold on the back of my neck since I’ve tied my hair to calm it, so I flip my hood up over my head and turn with a start when I hear her soft voice. “It’ll warm up soon.”

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