all the tender feels!

I’m too sentimental. I can’t think back on a memory without feeling like it’s bleeding out of me. All the tender memories drain from me and take my color at night, only for sleep to bring a transfusion. The small things shouldn’t matter so damn much.

My name is Gabriel. I shall always remember what my mother told me before she died: “The man who beats up a child or a woman is damned. Damned forever.”

BTS: Sexy Zodiac Time

This is a super old, very quickly done analysis of what I think BTS would be like during sex based on their sun signs! I only took their sun signs into account so it’s not super in depth, but it was fun to do!

*This is all based on my intuition/imagination and should be taken light-heartedly


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Rocky Road

Rocky Road
Jungkook | Reader
Description: After dumping your all too vanilla ex, you want to go back to your fuck buddy, who added a bit more flavor to your sex life.
Warning: Dom!Kook, Slapping, Spanking, Exhibitionism, Blowjob, Degrading Names, Master Kink, Hair Pulling, Choking, Intercourse
Word Count: 5,378
A/N: It’s 3:31 and I’m going to die. But I’ve been really craving dom!Kook and this idea seemed too good to pass up. Enjoy!

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#Helsinkihandhold <3

I Found You.

Prompt: (Soulmate AU) Pain demands to be felt. Sometimes by more than one.

“Wow, look at you, Mr. Cranky. What’s up?” Blaise greets Draco too cheerfully in a gloomy London Monday morning.

“Shut it, Zabini. It’s too early to deal with your shits.” Draco snaps.

“Whoa, okay, something is clearly wrong. Wanna share?” Draco almost snaps for the second time in the morning, but the concern in Blaise’s eyes softens his cranky side.

“It’s nothing, just woke up this morning and sore all over the place.”

“Soulmate things?” Draco only nods. “I hate this thing you know, I mean one day we live for 21 years and the next second we’re being tied to this one particular person which is a pain in the ass because we have to share their pain.”

“Well, you have exactly 21 years to fool around. It’s your fault to waste it. And by the way, you don’t have to search for your soulmate, you know.”

“Yeah, well, I would give my life to stop worrying while waking up with cuts all over my body. Thank you very much.”

“Good luck finding that klutz of your life. I’ll wait for the invitation.” Draco finally can grin for the first time in that morning before taking his ordered coffee, and leave the small coffee shop.


Draco Malfoy always wonders about his soulmate. On the day he turned 21, there was suddenly bruises on his ribs. He couldn’t sleep that day, worrying whether the person he is being tied to will survive the day or not, as more bruises and cuts kept coming. He relaxed once he can feel the repeated stinging pain of needle on the corner of his eyebrow. That day never stops, and Draco never stops worrying, even after one year of that dreadful night.

Now that he’s 22, he already can control his emotions. Some days he’s worried sick inside his office as the pain just keeps resonating over and over, but some other days, like today, he only feels irritated as he woke up with tenderness all over his body. He sometimes feels grateful that his job won’t cause the person on his other end any more pain than they needs to endure, but most days he feels so irritated that he cuts himself on purpose to upset the other person. Being a healer is very safe when you know what you’re doing.

Sometimes he wonders what kind of job that his soulmate has, but nowadays he’s certain that it must be resonating with the word “Auror” or anything similar to that. Nothing can cause more pain than being in that bloody department of the ministry. Unfortunately not once he found the injured Auror that belongs to him. Not yet.


“Ow, fuck! Seriously, woman, blow your hot drinks before you drink it. You can at least have self preservation if not to save your soulmate tongue!” Pansy snaps to no one while drinking her ice Americano. Blaise laughs openly at that.

“It seems like I’m not the only one who has a klutz as my soulmate.”

“Yeah, she’s a klutz sometimes, not as bad as yours though.” Both Draco and Blaise stare at her in shock.

“Wh- What? She? Have you met her?” Draco asks incredulously.

“Well, no, but yesterday I felt a strong pain on my lower region, so I believe my soulmate is a she.”

“Are you sure? I mean they could get kicked in that area, or bump into something.” Pansy rolls her eyes.

“Draco, darling, I know what cramp pain feels like, so I strongly believe that she’s a girl.”

“Well, congratulation! You’re one step ahead to stop losing your mind out of worry.” Blaise says while hugging Pansy.

“Good on you, love—” Draco’s sentence is being cut by a painful blow on his stomach. Fuck. The next blow is so strong; it knocks him to his knees. His hand is tightly gripping the desk beside him while the other clutching his side stomach. The next wave of pain comes barreling through his body before his mind can catch up on how to breathe properly. He can feel the blood rushing out of his face, this pain is different. He doesn’t feel anything but pain before when this attack comes, but now he feels something else, something worse. Despair.

“Draco! Draco, can you hear me?!” Pansy’s panic voice break through his pain filled mind, but Draco can’t bring himself to answer her. He can clearly feel the despair on his soulmate bond. He can feel how the other person starts losing his will to live. No. Don’t. Please, I haven’t found you. You have to survive this one. He can hear his heavy breathing when the pain finally stops, or at least reduces to dull throbbing in his body. When he is finally aware of his surrounding, someone bursts through his office door. Pansy and Blaise, who are both kneeling beside Draco with concern eyes, suddenly glare to the nurse on the door.

“What do you want?” Pansy snaps.

“Healer Draco, there’s an emergency patient in an immediate need of surgery.” She speaks in rapid pace. Draco is still trying to catch his breathing.

“Where are the other healers? He can’t perform a surgery, right now.” Blaise asks politely.

“There are no other healers, please, he’ll die if you don’t operate him.”

“Pans, Blaise, it’s alright. I’m okay. I’ll be in the room in two minutes.” With that Draco stands up and goes to the operation room. The nurse is already there. “Just us two?”

“Just us two, the others are not available due to the recent attack on the ministry.” Draco steps into the light and freezes when he sees his patient’s face. Freckles with ginger hair. Ronald Weasley.

“Well, it really has been awhile, Weasley.” Draco performs the quite long surgery in just 4 hours, effectively removing the long painful metal from Ron’s shoulder and picking up all the scraps after he successfully undo the curse Ron has been shot with. The dull throbs never stop while he’s conducting the surgery, but nothing that he can ease with a small hiss or sharp intake of breath. Draco was just cleaning the blood on the Ron’s stitches when the surgery room’s door slams open with a force. Draco snaps at the nurse on the door, who turns out to be his apprentice/assistant. “Can’t you see that this surgery is not finished yet?! There are rules to follow, Rachel!”

“I’m sorry, Draco, I can do whatever you’re doing to that patient right now. This one is more important.” Rachel says in panic, and without permission she pulls a patient inside the surgery room. Draco’s heart drops to the floor when he sees the patient. Harry Potter is literally dripping blood to the floor. Bruises all over the place, but what concerns Draco is his split up chest that is oozing a scary amount of blood.

“Fuck, what happened to him?!”

“I don’t know, bloody Auror mission had gone wrong, probably? And this is not the worst of it.” With that Rachel show him the chunk of metal ripping through Potter’s thigh, deep enough to rip a tendon, deep enough to forbid him from running for the rest of his life. Draco sighs tiredly, why did Harry bloody Potter love to do something that will accelerate his own death? Merlin, help him.

“Uh- you, nurse over there, just bring Weasley to his room and clean him there. Rachel helps me with this one.” Draco says frantically. He cleans all the blood from Harry’s body while Rachel is already supplying the lifeless body with blood transfusion. Draco recognizes the curse from when he was forced to witness the Death Eater tortured their prisoner. It was a special signature curse from one of the Death Eater he hates the most, Dolohov. So, Harry has been dueling with Dolohov and what? Lose? A shudder rips through Draco’s spine. “How’s the other one?” Draco asks Rachel.

“The other one?”

“Yes, the other one he’s been fighting.” Draco snaps.

“Oh, yes, the other one is dead.” Oh, so he won. Thank Merlin, he won. Not in a very good shape though, he could die in a few minutes if Draco doesn’t act. Thank Merlin, Draco knows the counter curse. Draco points his wand on the open wound while muttering the incantation. His wand is rigid in his hand, his wand is not supposed to move or the incantation will fail. Apparently it’s an impossible task, because right when the spell works his chest fills with pain. Draco cries out while his knees buckle. Fuck. He tries once again with the same result. Fuck.

“Draco, what’s wrong?”

“I think you need to help me. Make sure that I don’t move, especially my wand, or else the spell won’t work.”

“Why are you in pain?”

“Apparently the counter curse hurts as much as the curse, so unless you’re doing the counter curse, I need you to help me stay still.”

“But –you’re not –but that means –your pain? –you and him?” Poor Rachel can’t even conjure a sentence.

“Yes, apparently fate has a weird way of playing with my life.” With that, Draco stands up with Rachel pointing her wand at Draco’s hand, casting spell so that his hand won’t move anywhere. After a few minutes with excruciating pain, Draco manages to close the wound on Harry’s chest.

“Alright, you have to bear the pain, Draco. I’m going to pull this metal out of his thigh.”

“Do it in one swift clean motion, or else you’ll rip whatever chance he has to run again.” Rachel points her wand at the large piece of metal. “On three. One. Two. Three.” Draco screams as the metal is being pulled out of Harry’s thigh. After that, they both finish their work on Harry Potter, releasing him to his room after his condition stabilizes in two hours.


Draco stays with Potter in his room after the bloody tiring surgery, catching up with the sleep he has lost over worrying for his bloody soulmate –Merlin, his soulmate is sodding Harry fucking Potter, how is that even possible? Now it’s clear why he never stops getting bruises and cut, but that can wait until later, right now a nap sounds really good.


Harry wakes up in a very familiar white room. Of course he’s in St. Mungo, he was barely alive when he managed to save Ron from Dolohov curse. He was very certain that he will not see another day, but here he is, lying soundlessly in a hospital bed. He feels another presence beside him, but he turns only to find a very familiar shade of blond. Malfoy. Malfoy looks so peaceful while sleeping, his head being supported by his hands on the bed, back rising slowly with each breath he takes. Somehow Malfoy looks breathtakingly innocent while sleeping, and that lures Harry in because the next thing he knows is he’s stroking the blond strands gently while willing for Malfoy to sleep a little longer.

That jinxes it though because now Malfoy is awake. Very much awake and very much confuse with Harry’s hand on his hair. Harry retracts his hand quickly, beyond embarrassed.

“How are you, Potter?” Draco asks professionally, so Harry sucks a deep breath to muster all his courage and apathy to answer him.

“Sore.” That makes Draco chuckles.

“Yeah, no wonder. The counter curse was suck, but the ripping a chunk of metal from your thigh part was a bitch.” Harry can only stares at Draco, he’s speaking in a very weird way. “Congratulation on killing Dolohov, though. Weasley is safe and sound, sleeping like a baby in the next room. Just friendly reminders though, the next time you’re getting beaten up, don’t start losing hope on living. The pain I can handle, the despair just simply makes me insane.” Draco smiles at him softly with concern in his grey orbs. “Your chest is fine, your thigh –not so much–”

“Malfoy.” Harry tries to cut his unnecessary professionalism.

“I’m afraid you have ripped your tendon, a physical therapy could–”


“Help you to heal it faster, but—”

“Draco!” Harry finally snaps, Draco looks at Harry with annoyance.

“Stop interrupting me! You cannot run, Potter! You ripped your tendon. It will heal, but you cannot run until then. There I said my piece, stop interrupting me, Merlin. What do you want?”

“Are you saying what I think you are saying?”

“I’m not saying anything, what do you mean?”

“I’m saying about you can handle the pain. Are you saying that you’re my soulmate?” Harry asks exasperatedly. Draco’s face goes with recognition.

“Oh, that, yeah. I thought we already established that by what I’m saying. What you need prove?” Draco doesn’t wait for an answer; he just casually cuts his finger on the paper that he brought.

“Ow! Yeah, no, stop hurting yourself, I didn’t say I need any proof, you git!”

“What? It’s just a paper cut, you usually gives me new bruises for every week.” Draco says innocently which draws Harry more and more.

“Just come here, please.” Draco stands beside his bed, but Harry needs him closer, so he pulls Draco’s white coat collar down, effectively crushing their mouths together. Their kisses are gentle, and somehow fiercely sweet. “God, I never thought I’d live to see this day. I finally find you.” Harry says between kisses.

Thank Merlin, you survived. Thank you. I found you now.

P.S. Sorry this is not a very good one. I’ll probably rewrite this in the near future.

Keith and Shiro Discover the Secrets of the Universe

(alternatively, how sheith could happen, especially despite the ‘brother’ line)

so after finishing aristotle & dante discover the secrets of the universe, i found myself thinking hardcore about sheith (of course) and basically, i feel like the way ari processes his feelings throughout the book is a feasible way keith might fall in love with shiro. and thus, i decided to make a little post about all the soft and tender feelings of how i could see sheith falling in love. ❤️

(very very minor spoilers of a&ddtsotu ahead. mostly just a mention / the vibes from the book are sprinkled throughout)

imagine this:

  • keith does see shiro as a brother for most of the time he’s known him because shiro’s the closest thing to a family he’s ever known. so from the beginning, when they get closer, keith’s just like “perhaps this is what family feels like :)” – at first.
  • because keith has his family background mystery hanging over him and possible abandonment from his father (kind of like ari’s brother situation from the book), those things occupy a lot of space in his life and take precedence, and since they’ve occupied that space for so long, he doesn’t intentionally make a lot of room for processing other big things/feelings. wondering about his family is a cloud that’s constantly over him.
  • at some point he meets shiro, and of course, as they build trust/closeness, he’s attached to him. they’re attached to each other.
  • meanwhile, shiro starts falling for him, especially because he admires so much in keith.
  • i can just imagine shiro telling keith a similar line from the book “you’re not afraid of anything” and that being one of the reasons he likes this boy so much
  • but he doesn’t tell keith how he really feels at all because he knows that (1) keith is way more preoccupied with his family origins, so he doesn’t want to put that burden on him, and (2) keith sees shiro as the only family he knows, and he wouldn’t want to ruin that for keith or make it weird because he would have no one else to fall back on. he’d rather just be a supportive friend first and foremost.
  • so he falls for keith quietly and sweeps it under the rug like he always does with any emotions that may be harmful to someone else
  • even before he leaves for kerberos, he wants to tell him so badly, but just doesn’t. they hug instead and he hopes to see him soon.
  • then, when he’s back from kerberos, a little later than planned and a little worse for wear, shiro has seen SHIT™. so now shiro also has way too much on his plate that needs to take precedence over any personal feelings/desires.
  • they go through the rest of s1 and beginning of s2 this way.
  • then comes that moment when keith says “you’re like a brother to me.” it makes sense, it’s not even new. shiro is pained but he understands. he’s known this forever now. he gets the BOM off his back and runs to him anyways when red starts attacking.
  • but, now that keith has shed some light on his family history, there’s less stuff in the way of his feelings, except maybe his own uncertainty / possible denial
  • so when shiro disappears this time, he has a bit more space in his heart to give these uncertain feelings the proper thought and examination
  • also, maybe he even has a convo with hunk, who’s just like “dude. have you seen the way you look at him? i’m surprised you didn’t know? i thought it was obvious” or something
  • in shiro’s absence, keith figures it out. he’s got the basics of his family history out of the way, he’s made some friends other than shiro who have become family to him, the definition of family has already changed and is continuing to change for him
  • with all this reexamination, it makes sense now. he’s loved shiro this whole time but because of a mix of not understanding it fully and being afraid of the idea of ACTUALLY being in love with shiro, hadn’t come to fully accept it until now.
  • THEN, when they reunite, he finally tells shiro, “you used to say i’m not afraid of anything. but i am afraid of something. you.” because he had no idea how to handle the idea that he might’ve been in love with shiro this entire time
  • shiro just chuckles and says, “about time,” and cupping his hand around the back of keith’s head, pulls him in for a kiss

also i’m going to fic this if it’s the last thing i do

Food Truck AU

Since I am literally right now sitting on a picnic bench surrounded by 5 different food trucks, AU where the SMH own food trucks and meet every summer in the parking lot of a closed department store to sell food to the community.

Bitty obviously has a Sweet Treats Truck with a whiteboard highlighting today’s pies.

Chowder and Lardo have a Vietnamese truck with excellent spring rolls and even better pho.

Ransom and Holster sell Chicago style hot dogs and Italian beef. Neither are from Chicago nor are they Italian, but they love shouting “TRY MY HOT BEEF” at passers-by.

Dex sells lobster rolls and Nursey takes the orders. They are the least popular because who is going to buy lobster from a food truck, but they actually have the best food of the bunch.

Tango and Whiskey have a pizza truck. It’s not uncommon for people to get frustrated by Whiskey’s inability to have decent customer service and Tango’s 100 specific questions about orders (what kind of toppings? What size? What kind of crust? Do you want garlic on the crust? Do you want butter in the crust? Do you want parmesean cheese? Fresh or from the shaker? It goes on for a while).

Jack and Shitty don’t have a theme? They just kind of serve everything? I mean obviously their daily special is chicken tenders but Shitty said they couldn’t sell just chicken tenders, to which Jack says if they have to sell more than just chicken tenders maybe they shouldn’t have a food truck at all, which is why their food truck is called “Chicken Tenders + whatever”

anonymous asked:

I love all your Dream Daddy posts. They're so cute. You already have a bunch of stuff but I need more <3

Yay thanks, I’m glad you like!! The dream daddy fandom is a lot smaller than I’m used to, so there’s not nearly enough content for me and I’m so thirsty for tooth-rotting fluff that I decided to just make my own XD 

But anyways, yeah, your wish is my command. How do you feel about a little bit of angst?

MC gets called in one day to pick Lucien up from school after he gets into a fight with some other students.

And when he sees Lucien, he gets scared. Because Lucien has all these bruises, and a black eye, and he’s bleeding so much, and god, thinks MC, what if it had been worse? What if Lucien bites off more than he can chew one day and gets badly injured, or maybe even killed?

And sure, he’s only known the Bloodmarches lives for almost two years now, and he’s officially been Lucien’s stepfather for much less, but he loves his little punk of a son, and the thought of losing him scares him to death.

So while MC is driving Lucien home, he starts lecturing him, telling him to be more careful, to stop getting into so many fights.

And Lucien is already at the end of his rope. He’s still wound up from what those bastards had been saying, about his fathers, about his sister, about his family.

He’s feeling defensive, so he snaps.

“What’s it matter to you? You’re not my father!” he yells, the words dripping like acid from his tongue.

And the moment they’re out, he immediately wishes he could take them back.

MC clamps his mouth shut, his expression closes in on itself.

After a long moment of silence, he finally speaks.

“No. I guess I’m not.”

The rest of the drive is spent in silence.

Lucien wants so badly to apologize, but he doesn’t know how. He’s too ashamed to say anything more, too worried that he’ll make it worse.

When they get home, instead of walking off and ignoring Lucien, MC drags him to the kitchen and sits him down at the dining table.

He gets out the first aid box and slowly, painstakingly cleans out all of Lucien’s cuts with tender hands. And Lucien just keeps feeling more ashamed by the second because. What the hell? WHY is his being so nice to me??? After what I said to him? I’m not worth his kindness. I deserve to be ignored.

But MC just keeps quietly cleaning his wounds, and when he’s done, Lucien doesn’t know what to do, so he mutters out a sullen “thanks”, before escaping to his room and falling onto his bed with a frustrated groan.

That’s how Damien finds him an hour later, when he gets back from work.

Lucien doesn’t say anything as Damien quietly closes the door behind him, and comes to sit on his bed.

“Can you tell me what happened?” asks Damien.

Lucien doesn’t say anything.

“MC is really worried about you,” Damien tells him quietly after a moment.

Lucien growls and punches his pillow, hard. Because what the fuck. Why does MC have to be such a good person??? Why does Lucien have such amazing fathers when he’s such a fuckup as a son?!?! What did they ever do to deserve it?

After a few more moments of silence, Lucien finally caves in and confesses to his dad what happened. He’s on the verge of tears by the time he finishes.

And, of course, Damien doesn’t get mad. He doesn’t even look disappointed.

He just has this sad little smile. He looks worried.

“I didn’t-I didn’t mean it,” Lucien tries to explain. “I didn’t mean to hurt him!”

“Oh honey, I know,” Damien reassures him, pulling him into a side hug. “But you did, you know? You hurt him very much. And I think he deserves an apology from you.”

Lucien knows he does. But…

“What if he doesn’t want to see me?” he asks, voice suddenly quiet, suddenly so vulnerable.

Damien so much wants to take him into his arms and make all his problems go away. But this is something Lucien will have to deal with himself.

“That’s just something you’ll have to risk,” Damien tells him. “But honey…he loves you so much. I think you’ll find you’re the one he most wants to see right now.”

Lucien isn’t entirely convinced, but he figures he owes it to MC to at least try and fix this.

So he walks across the hall to his parents’ bedroom door and knocks.

When MC tells him to enter a few minutes later, Lucien walks in to see him sitting in bed with a book. At first glance he seems deceptively normal. But then Lucien looks closer and he can see eyes rimmed in red, lips pressed tightly together, fingers clutching tightly to his blanket.

He looks miserable. And Lucien can’t stand it.

“I’m sorry!” he blurts out, before MC can say anything.

There’s a moment of silence.

Lucien takes a deep breath.

“I’m…sorry for what I said earlier,” he mumbles, looking anywhere but at MC. “I didn’t mean it. I’m just…not…used to having anyone other than dad…care about me enough to lecture me like that. It’s been just us for the past ten years, ever since he left…and I still…have a lot of residual anger and bitterness left over, I guess, and I’ve been trying to work through it. And I know I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. You don’t deserve that. And I’m…really sorry. T-the truth is, you mean a lot to me, and out of everyone in the world, I’m glad you’re the one I get to call dad….”

He trails off, embarrassed to realize that he had been rambling.

He still can’t bring himself to look at his father.

There are a few minutes of silence.

Finally, Lucien can’t stand it anymore and takes a peek at MC, only to see tears pouring down his cheeks.

“You don’t hate me?” he squeaks, and his voice is so hopeful, and shit, Lucien is never gonna forgive himself for making MC so upset.

“Of course not,” he replies, averting his eyes and pushing his hair back out of his face to give his hands something to do.

Then, in a rushed whisper he admits, “I love you.”

Imagine the morning after Alec and Magnus had their first date. Alec stayed the night, even though he believed that it might be a bad idea. It is too early after all to stay a whole night at Magnus’. It all goes too fast. But he can’t help himself. So they are lying in bed. Magnus is still sleeping peacefully. He is lying on his stomach, half of his head buried in a pile of pillows, face towards Alec. Alec is wide awake. His head resting on his hand while he simply stares dreamily at Magnus. Magnus doesn’t wear any make-up and he is snoring a little. Alec smiles. A tiny smile at first. But it gets broader, he just can’t stop it. He can’t believe that he is in Magnus’ loft, lying next to Magnus, the most beautiful man he ever layed eyes on. Alec knows that he must look like a fool but he doesn’t care at all. He lifts his right hand and brushes through Magnus’ thick black hair. He is surprised how soft it is when it is not spiked up. Alec’s fingertips are wandering carefully along Magnus’ jawline, he doesn’t want to wake Magnus up. His thumb brushes over Magnus’ cheek. Magnus still doesn’t wake up under Alec’s gentle touches. And Alec? He is just smiling while the sun comes up and the first ray of light lightens up the bedroom. He closes his eyes for a second, his hand lingering over Magnus’ cheek. When he opens his eyes again, he notices that Magnus is awake. He looks bleary and it is so adorable that Alec has a lump in his throat. But the thing that shocks him the most are Magnus’ eyes. His cat eyes are showing and they are so beautiful that they instantly take Alec’s breath away. He swallows. It takes Magnus a bit to understand what is happening. He wants to turn away from Alec, ashamed. He needs to glamour his eyes again since it looks like they shocked Alec so much. He just hopes he is not that much disgusted by them. Or him. Alec grabs Magnus’ shoulder, silenty shaking his head. Magnus furrows his brows. Until Alec leans towards him, cupping Magnus’ face with both hands. Magnus closes his eyes, he can’t look at Alec any longer. It’s too much. He silently curses himself that he forgot about his warlock mark. But Alec just doesn’t care at all. He presses a featherlight kiss on Magnus’ left eyelid. He hears how Magnus inhales sharply. Then he kisses the right eyelid. It’s so soft and tender, Magnus feels like crying. It takes all of him to fight against the tears building behind his lids. When Alec presses another soft kiss against his forehead, Magnus opens his eyes. “Don’t hide your true self from me, Magnus. Ever. You’re beautiful. All of you.” And that is the moment when Magnus Bane falls even more in love with Alexander Gideon Lightwood. Not that Magnus will tell him about his feelings yet. It’s too early. Magnus knows that. But one day soon…

Don’t You Know How To Knock? [Pt. 8/END]

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“Tell me why you’re scared of me, beautiful,” he whispered against your lips. “Tell me so I can do whatever I can to put those fears to rest”.

You swallowed. He had all the answers. He knew all the right things to say. He was everything you wanted, right in front of you, close enough to take.

“Because I love you. I have for a long time”.

Barely able to fight the smile that tugged the corners of his lips up, he wasted no time in releasing your waist to cup your face.

His lips were soft as they pressed gently against yours, taking your words and showing you the sentiment was mutual.

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anonymous asked:

a concept: Alec finding out how much he really loves leaving little kisses along Magnus's neck and shoulders and chest, everywhere really, just soft damp kisses over and over again that can either lead to more than that, his mouth trailing down over Magnus's abs to his navel and lower. But kisses that can also be fast sweet pecks over his neck that make Magnus giggle and ruffle his hair but still tilt his head so Alec can keep kissing him while smiling, like there's nothing he'd rather do. -K.

with all of the lamps off and the room filled with flickering candle light, mingling with moonlight from the window, they were sitting there in bed and it was all he could think about. it was all he could even consider when magnus is looking at him like that, those brown eyes so molten, catching flickering light.

with their shirts off and their hands wandering, alec started at his jaw, warm breath catching on his skin before he parted his lips against that sharpness. but he didn’t stop there, trailing dampness down the column of his neck, feeling the thud of his heart underneath his lips. as he got lower magnus made a low noise in his chest, as pursed lips gave way to teeth.

before long magnus was leaning back against the pillows, pulling alec on top of him and alec settled into it easily, straddling him and watching the way his skin caught all that warm light in the dips and curves of his muscles. it left alec breathless, but what got him worse was magnus’s hands pressing into his hips, strong fingers sinking into his ass, thumbs pressed against his hip bones. that touch gave way to what he really wanted, which was pressing those kisses everywhere he could get them.

he kissed across his pecs, and then down, spilling over his sternum, soft damp warmth parted and dragging over all of magnus’s warm skin. and with every kiss alec could feel him, feel his fingers tense, hear all of the breathy noises he was making. when alec’s teeth or his tongue got involved it would heady hums of approval or quiet huffed laughter. but when it was just his lips, soft and barely parted, magnus breathed out soft sighs, his muscles going tight and relaxing under the press of his mouth.

there was nothing quite like having all of the power of magnus’s body underneath him. it was the softest and most tender thing to press his mouth all over magnus’s skin and feel his fingertips sparking, watch him unfold and start to melt. after he’d kissed every inch of magnus’s torso, he moved back up to cup his face, dragging a thumb under his chin, through his goatee. he stared at magnus, soaking up that look in his eyes that was even more volcanic.

then alec kissed him on the mouth, and swallowed all of his hungry energy.

Lose your mind - Theo Raeken

Originally posted by puxlineel

My God, this one took so long, I’m sorry.I had a horrible Creative block this week but I’m back!

requested: Yes

Warning: none

“Y/N, I don’t think that’s a good idea you and Theo next to each other let’s say it’s … complicated,” Scott said.

“What do you mean, complicated Scott?”

Stiles came and stood in front of me holding my shoulders.

“Means that you almost ripped half of his face from the last time, not that I’m complaining, I loved to throw in his face for three days straight that he had lost to you. Scott again why we were still having this same conversation? Let her go, she knows what she’s doing ”

Scott looked at me and Stiles, then he looked at Lydia and they were silence in the living room.

“Do you know I’ll go any way?” I said.

“Yeah, I know, go when you’re done call me, don’t do anything rash.”


Before he finished speaking, I had already hurried off toward the exit.

“… and Y / N, please try not to kill him!”.

Then I smiled and I closed the door.

I was following Theo in the woods, I invaded his house and I scent one of his sweaters that was lying on the floor, yes I did it and I don’t regret about anything, I had to do something and it worked.

“Um, so what does the wolf do here? Getting some fresh air?” Theo said

“Actually I was looking for you”

“Why? Are you in heat? ”

“Even if I was I’d rather tear my organs than ask for your help”

“ so what do you want? Don’t make me waste my time ”

“I want to know where Liam is”

“Ah then you’re looking for your little boyfriend!”

“He’s not my boyfriend, not that you have to do something with it, Tell me where did you take him?”

Theo approached me, and whispered in my ear.

"Darling I didn’t take your boyfriend anywhere and even if I had, that would not be your business”

Then I grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up.

“Theo I swear to God that if you don’t tell me where he is I’m going to rip your head off your neck, THAT’S NOT A JOKE”

Theo grabbed my arm and bent it to the side making it break, it hurt like hell but I was going to heal myself.


Then Theo approached me and said.

“Then the next time you come here accusing me of things you don’t know, have evidence at least”

He got up and was going away, I wasn’t going to let that happen I know there’s something wrong because I saw the dread doctors retreating when he said something.

“It’s funny you know, the fact that you are such a coward and never face a fight, how long will you run Theo? How long do you think it takes for Scott to figure it out? That’s right, it doesn’t matter, because when he finds out I’ll already have sent you to hell”

He had his back to me and when he was going to turn I crawled him, he fell to the ground and hit his head, it was the perfect opportunity I broke one of his legs and I sat on his abdomen I grabbed his neck with my nails entering his skin.

“Are you going to tell me or not?”

Theo tried to pull away from me and I pressed my nails deeper into his neck, my fingers were already full of blood and already stained his shirt.

“I already told you, I don’t know”

My anger increased with every lie he told, he knew I knew the truth and yet he continued to lie right in my face. My fangs appeared and my eyes changed color, I could feel the rage running through my veins, I let out a roar and I took my hand from his neck then scratched his chest causing a deep wound.


“ no.”

Another grunt and then I started to scratch his whole chest non-stop, scratch after scratch, then I realized that I had lost control, it wasn’t me but my inner Wolf, he had taken control.

Suddenly I was hurled off the top of Theo and down toward the floor falling on my broken arm. When I looked where I was Liam was standing looking between me and Theo, when I calmed down I realized what I had done, Theo wasn’t even moving, he was awake but very hurt, his chest was with deep wounds his neck bruised and mouth with blood. I was frightened by what I had done, so I got up and ran in the opposite direction, then I got lost in the forest night.

I was sitting in one of the classroom chairs listening to the math teacher explaining things I wasn’t even paying attention to, Theo always has this class with me but this time he didn’t show up, I couldn’t even catch his sent. He wasn’t there and I think it was my fault, I didn’t get a chance to talk to Liam. But he sure as hell had told Scott what had happened, if he had not arrived on time, Theo would probably be dead and it wold be all my fault. Theo is no threat to me, he never was,never. I shouldn’t be one to him either, he should have stopped me, that idiot if he dies…

Then when I realized I was sad, I was sad to almost lose him, I don’t want to lose him, I really like him, with all that way of Theo to be. I got up in the middle of class and I picked up my things from the table and retired to the sound of my teacher screaming at me, I didn’t care, he had to know the truth, he was going to think that I hate him, I don’t hate him I never did.

I rushed out of the school building I got into my car and went to the hospital, when I arrived I could feel Theo’s presence and as soon as I turned to the left he was there, he was standing there looking at me, my breathing accelerated and I rushed toward him and hugged him tightly, Theo grunted and hugged me back.

“I’m sorry, it wasn’t my intention to hurt you I lost my mind, I don’t hate you Theo I swear by everything that is most sacred, I’m sorry.”

Theo held my face in both hands and kissed my forehead.

“You don’t have to cry about it baby girl, I’m fine.”

“This will never happen again, never, forgive me, I … I really like you Theo, a lot”

Theo put a hand on my chin and lifted it, making my lips go towards his, then he kissed, a sweet, tender kiss, a kiss that gave all our feelings.

“I know baby girl, I forgive you, and I also like you, a lot”

With my hands clasping the collar of his jacket I gave him a smile and said.

“ let’s go home.”


anonymous asked:

Ways to be softer?

You’re perfect how you are. Your sharp, angry, ugly, hurt parts, too. If you want to be softer, only do it if it’ll help the healing.

Let yourself cry. If you can’t, recognize moments where you might have cried, where you feel the pricks behind your eyes.
This might sound silly, but pay attention to birds. Listen to them.
If you can stand it, touch the people you love more. Hugs and light touches.
Touch more, in general. Grass, trees, cracks in buildings, animals.
Put together a playlist of music that makes you feel all tender and sleepy. Listen to it before you go to bed.
Get enough sunlight. Go for walks. Do things alone, every once in a while.
Let things go. Remember that you can fight for yourself and still be soft.

The last few days filled with heart breaking stories has been tough. I’m emotionally exhausted. It’s easy to become closed off and cold in these moments. It’s hard to stay soft and tender when the world is so harsh. Take care of your tender heart, find comfort in other tender hearts, don’t stop feeling all your feelings and take breaks when you need to. Take good care of yourself. 💙

Dandelion in Darkness

by titaniasfics

Banner by the amazing @akai-echo

Summary:  Katniss is the Queen of the Underworld. Equal in power to the Goddesses of Lightning and the Sea, she chooses a life of solitude in her dark kingdom. That is, until she meets Peeta, son of Demetros, the Earth God. She cannot help but love the young god and would possess him at all costs. But what consequences will her choice have on the world?

Retelling of the Persephone/Hades myth. Hades!Katniss and Persephone!Peeta.

A story in three acts.

Personae Dramatis:

Katniss Everdeen - Hades/Pluto/Queen of the Dead

Gale - Thanatos

Madge - Hermes

Prim - Apollo

Mags - Seer

Mr. Mellark - Demetros

Peeta Mellark - Persephone/Proserpina

Haymitch - Aphrodite

Effie - Cupid

Johanna - Ares

Wiress - Hephaestus

Paylor - Zeus

Annie - Poseidon

Finnick - Amphitrite

Thresh - Artemis

Rue - Gaia

Beetee - Cyclops (Forged Katniss’s Helmet)

Brutus -Charon

Chaff -Herdsman of Asphodel Fields, Keeper of  Katniss’s horses

Plutarch, Caesar and Crane - Moirai/Fates

Ennobaria, Glimmer and Cashmere -Furies

Buttercup - Cerberus


It began with the wind.

Icy and bitter, it swept across Panem in furious gales. Trees bent before it and man-made objects struggled to remain rooted to the ground. People who ventured beyond their homes saw their skin redden and crack as they leaned against it. They had never experienced a cold so cruel and scrambled to find warmth and shelter.  In a land where the weather expressed itself in the mildest way, the sudden harshness of this new season was met with horror and confusion.

After the wind came the snow. Though beautiful to the eyes of the citizens of Panem, it brought its own complications - frozen rivers and streams, slippery streets, dead crops and animals. When the land of Panem was covered in ice, the hunger followed soon after, and the lamentations could be heard atop the Capitol itself. People suffered as the earth grew colder and harder. Around them, life receded, overwhelmed by the power of death. They began to tell stories of a world that would end in ice.

The people clamored to the gods for relief. Why were they being punished?  Why were the gods angry?  Oracles and seers were consulted all over Panem, now desperate at the prospect of their own demise.

Every person touched by the gods in the land of Panem returned with the same response. Demetros’s son had vanished and now he wandered the world, searching for him. As he hunted for the daemon who had robbed him of his youngest, he withheld the life force that would nourish the earth and the people of Panem languished in consequence. He had vowed that until his son had been returned to him, winter would reign eternal in the land of the living.

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