and learning what annoyance feels like

Soulmates (AU) Part 2

Pairing: Harry and Y/N

Word Count: 2677

Prompt (AU) : Harry took his anger out in sex-and you weren’t supposed to do that. He would go to the bar and find others just as terrible and lonely as him, drink, and then sink his sorrows into anything with breast and a hole were to put it. Niall always rolled his eyes the next morning and say to Harry “you’re a proper dick, yeh know that right?”, to which Harry would lift his middle finger up and respond with, “if soulmates are real she would love me anyhow.”

“Harry when you meet her your life will change,” Anne says, handing him a cup of tea.

Harry rolls his eyes, “I don’t care to meet her. It’s all bullshit,” Harry grumbles.

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There were very few things that bugged Y/N in life. Y/N hated when people didn’t use their turn signals when driving, or when people walked too slow in front of her, or when people rolled their eyes or stared at her, but she absolutely loathed when people wouldn’t respect her choice and try and force her to talk. It was clear, crystal clear, that she wasn’t much of a talker, and yes or no questions where the good route to go, but when people edged her on she got upset.

For example, Harry just couldn’t wrap his mind around how his other half would not utter a single word to him. Y/N had written down on a whiteboard that she was ‘mute’ and would really prefer if Harry stayed away from the label. She explained that even though he was her soulmate (and she would love to be open with him) talking just didn’t seem like something she was ready for.

She watched as Harry rolled his eyes, crossing his arms, and frowned. She could feel his annoyance (literally) and she wanted to stub her toe on the table just to tick him off, but she felt like it was rude and she didn’t want to put herself through the pain as well.

“So like what? I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life with someone who won’t talk to me?” Harry asked, his eyes on her as she walks down the hallway of her apartment complex.

Y/N shrugs, ‘learn asl,’ she signs.

“The fuck does that mean?” Harry spat.

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First and Last | 02

First and Last: 01

Pairing: Hoseok X Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut; Business!AU

Word Count: 7.3K

Warning (s): Hints of emotional abuse, child neglect, self-worth issues; dirty talk, slight degradation, light D/s (praise kink returns), squirting (?) but overall pretty casual.

Note: This series is a trainwreck waiting to happen. On the bright side, there definitely is a part 3 coming out, tho I don’t know how long it’ll be :)

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

“Hoseok.” He straightens up to face the man at the desk with cool eyes, “You’ve disappointed me, once again.”

His neck prickles in discomfort as he tugs lightly at the collar of his shirt, but he offers nothing more than that. The dismissal stings, of course it does, but Hoseok has gotten to the point where he’s, in fact, used to not being good enough.

The stigma follows him wherever he goes; his own personal raincloud. It doesn’t help that he sees the very same things he struggles to do being exuberantly completed by his brothers. He loves them very much, even though they don’t have the same mother, and he knows that they, too, love him, but still. It hurts, aches inside of him, when he can’t reach their level, when his Father doesn’t find him to be worth it.

Jung Hoseok. The middle child. It’s not all that it’s cracked up to be, being one of the heirs to the biggest manufacturer in the country. Especially not when he’s plucked aside in favor of Yoongi and Jungkook; the formidable eldest, and the zealously talented youngest. He sometimes sees their point too; what’s to like about Jung Hoseok, boring middle child?

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Perverted Bunny Mask: Jeon Jungkook x Killer AU ft. Min Yoongi Part 10

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Perverted Bunny Mask: Jeon Jungkook x Killer AU ft. Min Yoongi Part 10

Author: Taettybear

Words: 4.6 k

Genre: Smut/Gore/Assassins/Killer JK/ Drugs/ Gangs

Rating: M

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Men were creatures that you’ve never thought much about. You had four in your life that you cared about from the bottom of your heart but that was it. Out of your little circle of people you cared about, you were not keen on interacting with any other human beings, especially men.

Everyone else was just a blur in your mind, people you saw at school or people that you were paid to kill. Those who you were assigned to kill were only slightly more significant to those you passed in the hallways. But they had only a small significance in your life because their meaning quickly disappeared after you made their heart stop beating, their crimson blood stained on your hands.

Every fiber in your body became alive when you were on an assignment, however, much to your dismay, it disappeared as soon as it ended, leaving you feeling even more empty than before. It was only a band-aid solution for a short time before you started to crave to hold your weapon once again.

And you were willing to deal with having to interact with people out of your assignment if it meant it was going to lead to another death caused by you.

The loud sound of the bass vibrated through your bone as you danced in the crowded club, where you and Jungkook slipped in for that night’s assignment.

You openly ignored the curious and suggestive looks you received by some of the males, many of them watching you closely as they sipped on their drink throughout the club.

None of them approached.

They couldn’t.

“Can you stop?” Jungkook hissed as he pulled your body from behind, wrapping an arm around your waist to make your back flushed against his front.

You rolled your eyes but kept the seductive smile on your face, “I’m acting for fuck’s sake. Calm your tits,” you growled, wanting to pinch his hand that was placed on your hip.

 Although you would have loved to tell Jungkook to fuck off, you needed to stay by his side and act like the two of you were a couple. Jungkook didn’t seem like he was having any problem with the arrangement, slowly grinding into you from behind, his movements fluid as he danced against you, his forehead placed on your shoulder.

The sharp glare he sent to anyone who came too close kept people away, acting like a crazed guard dog that’d pounce at any given moment.

You held yourself from scrunching your nose as you felt him harden against you, his lips brushing against the soft flesh of your shoulder that wasn’t covered by a shirt. You hated to admit, his lips were soft and plump and they felt fantastic as he trailed against your sensitive skin much to your horror.

‘Fuck, I actually need to get laid after all this shit…’ You thought to yourself in disbelief, not being able to believe how sexually frustrated you were to welcome Jungkook’s touch.

“Don’t look but at six o’clock, there’s a group with rings taking shots,” Jungkook mumbled, his words almost getting lost in the strong bass of EDM.

You didn’t immediately look where he stated but you turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck, smiling up at him sweetly.

Jungkook obviously didn’t expect your action, his doe-like eyes widening as you brought your lips to his ear, acting like you were sharing a sweet conversation between couples.

“Don’t look right now but at four o’clock for me, there’s a group of girls eyeing us. I’m pretty sure one of them may have been the one you were hooking up with last time,” your tone was a playful mock, quite thrilled to see how Jungkook was going to act in this unexpected scenario.

Jungkook chuckled as you took his own words, using it against him. However, his amusement became ten folds more intense, “Well, I guess this is the right time to let you know but I’m quite positive that one of the guys at the bar at six o’clock is the guy you hooked up with.”

Your mouth opened slightly as your eyes finally moved to where he was talking about. It wasn’t hard to see the familiar, handsome face of Kai as he talked with some other men, laughing wholeheartedly by the bar.

“Fuck, change of plans, we’re getting to work right now,” you mumbled as you took Jungkook’s face into your hands, your palms cupping his cheeks as you yanked him down to your height.

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The Little Mermaid And Her Human Prince | 5

Pairings: Taehyung x reader

Genre: Mermaid!au; angst, fantasy, fairy tale

Words: 3k

Warnings: you might get soft after reading this chapter, have fun

Summary: Your father, the king of the merfolk, has forbid you to come in contact with the humans. But as you see a ship with humans in need of help, you forget his rule and try to help. Unfortunately, you put yourself in danger and got saved by a beautiful human boy. Since the moment you lied your eyes on him, things have changed.

A/N: Hi! Yep, a new chapter, finally! I fell like this chapter is a whole better, than the last ones or maybe it’s because I am so damn tired. I hope that it won’t be confusing, if so tell me! And if you have questions, ask me! I will answer them gladly haha I hop you will enjoy this chapter <3 Have fun! xx

ps: I posted a Moodboard a few days ago. It’s a Moodboard of Taehyung’s castle, I wanted to make a better picture of his home! Check it out here!


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Day’s have passed and the preparations for the arrival of a guest have started. People rushed around, from one room to another to clean the ground for the fifth time, to change the sheets on the walls for the tenth time and so on. It was a mess, really loud. The people working in Taehyung’s castle were in stress, complaining every minute, a few were crying, other’s screaming in anger. You couldn’t understand why they were stressing about someone who wanted to visit the king and his sons and you couldn’t understand why these people had to be so loud. It was hard to find a spot, besides your own room, that was quite, without screaming, complaints and cries. It was also hard to find time with Taehyung alone, it’s been 2 days since you had more than an hour together. He was busy with the preparations and Namjoon explained to you that it was really important.

You watched Taehyung discussing something with Yoongi, the king’s right hand. Yoongi was explaining something to Taehyung, while he was just listening, nodding his head in repeat, his hair bouncing by these moves. You started to miss him, even if you didn’t know Taehyung for a long time, you connected him with his world. There was no human world for you, without Taehyung. He gave you the feeling of protection and home, you felt welcomed by him, he cares for you and always tried to help you and look after you. Even if he was just walking by you, he managed to ask you how you feel, if you needed something or what you were doing, if you had learned something new, despite his busy days. He was so kind to you.
Taehyung noticed you staring at him and his face lit up, sending you a small tired smile, waving you. He had bags under his eyes and he looked like he would fall asleep any second.

You smiled and waved back at the young prince, sitting across the room, who had to let a chuckle out by your waving. Yoongi had noticed that and send you a glare, his eyes filled with annoyance. Your smile immediately died with his glare and Taehyung looked over to Yoongi.
“Focus, here.” He said and continued to explain more stuff but Taehyung turned back to you and send you and apologetic smile with a shrug. Unfortunately, Yoongi had noticed that too and smacked his hand on the wooden table, they were sitting on.
“God dammit, your majesty’s! Pay attention to me, not her! This is important for everyone.” he shouted, veins starting to form on his neck. “And you,” he directed his words now to you, with anger in his voice. “God play somewhere else, leave!” It felt like a shot through your heart. From the first day on you have met, this man was treating you in the worst way possible. He either ignored your or send you deathly stares. You felt a knot forming in your throat, but a pair of hands lead you out of the room. You didn’t notice that Namjoon was also in the room and took care of you. His face was soft, but Taehyung’s features changed from tired to anger.

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elegy in two

(post-4x20 pseudo-speculative.)

i. ophelia.

‘don’t, please don’t touch me,’ he says, flinching back, sparking hurt in her eyes. she shows off her new skin and thinks he’ll find her beautiful. she can’t understand that she has burned a lifetime of memories he doesn’t want against the backs of his eyes. she stands in front of the mirror and sees an angel; he cowers from the devil.

‘please let me go,’ he says, because he knows and she knows this room is not his prison. because the ghost of a hand on his is enough to choke him. if she lets him go it’s because she knows he’ll never escape.

‘everything is so new and i am infinite,’ she tells him. she learns with lust, relishes the taste of even minor annoyances on her tongue. he sits in her shadow and wonders what it must feel like to start over. he imagines his brain unfurled like parchment: what would he erase first? he prays for a magical place.

she can’t reprogram his revulsion, the way her presence makes him retch. she can no longer draw promises from his lips. she doesn’t understand.

‘someday you will understand,’ he says.
‘but i understand the universe now. what else is there to know?’
she doesn’t understand why he craves the knife more than her caress.

to be human is to break and this is what breaks her: when his only action is to lead the team to her door, when he allows another woman to lead him out, when he does not once look back.

ii. jemma.

‘don’t, please don’t touch me,’ he says. she is still perfect but he has lost the right to the intimacy of her hand in his. her body is a warzone and he reads on her skin a mapping of his sins. here, he thinks, is where i betrayed you. here is where i will never forgive myself.

‘please let me go,’ he says, because this room cannot hold the weight of his grief, and she never agreed to share a bed with his demons. she does not touch him but remains tethered to his side, a string connecting their hearts, pulled as taut as it will go.

‘what i feel for you is so old and infinite,’ she whispers, ‘like we’ve been wrapped up in each other for so many lifetimes we don’t know where we begin.’ she is luminescent; he watches from the shadows and wonders what it must feel like to have only the burden of a single history. now he will always have lived a lifetime without her.

he begs her not to try; someday she will understand.
‘what will i understand?’
that her touch burns through him like consecrated water. that he’d never known rebirthing could be so painful. that he will pass through a thousand karmic cycles and never deserve the tenderness in her eyes. 

she stands on the shore as waves crash against his body. he wants the feeling of saltwater filling his lungs, but she lifts him back up every time. he can’t let her keep rescuing him; soon they will both be too exhausted to fight.

‘we promised we’d get through anything together.’

‘yes,’ he says, ‘but not this.’ these are not in the wedding vows i planned, he thinks. you’re meant to be so much happier.

‘yes,’ she says. ‘this.’

to be human is to break. to break and to break and to try again. he hands her his heart, because she has always kept it safe. because he has lived without it before.

he says: ‘take it, jemma’ and so she does.

jugheadaandrews-deactivated2017  asked:

Hi. I just followed you. I like your responses about the show, especially Hyde and Jackie. Your interpretation of the characters is very interesting and modern. I'm rewatching season 5 right now and I feel we were robbed of many small moments between Hyde and Jackie. Like what happened after she gave him a spoon of his own medicine when she did the same zen number on him after the college visits. What do you think happened?

A while ago, my friend @thestupidhelmet was asked something around the lines, but about fanfics that dealt with this. She did this interesting small list that turned out to be only smut fanfics. She didn’t knew this. 

I decided to read, and ALL of them had the same reaction: something sexual comes with Jackie’s zen number.

If you check the fics, It’s Hyde the one who initiates the sexual contact with Jackie and it made me realize that fans relate Hyde’s anger and/or admiration for Jackie to sex. It made me sick.

But It also got me thinking about this, about what does it really could had meant for Jackie and Hyde’s relationship that she gave him some of the shit he gave her. 

This is my personal interpretation.

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Study Session // jjk

jeon jungkook x reader

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

in which you have trouble staying focused while studying, so your boyfriend helps you out by quizzing you with a twist.

smut; masturbation, thigh kink, teasing, toys, and more

words: 3,200+

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momentum - 7

chapter 7

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“You two aren’t dating?” Itachi stopped stirring the chicken and onions. He had just asked about their relationship when Sasuke broke the news that they weren’t together.

Sasuke kept chopping carrots and replied nonchalantly. “No.”

The sizzle of stagnant food filled the kitchen and he had to remind his older brother not to burn their dinner. They were having curry tonight.

Resuming his task, Itachi narrowly avoided ruining the chicken.

“You certainly appeared to be in a relationship,” he commented while adding spices, then broth.

Sasuke moved on to cutting peeled potatoes and didn’t respond immediately.

“We’re not.” There was a marked stiffness to his tone.

He had touched a nerve and decided to push. “Did you tell her?”

“Tell her what?”

Itachi scoffed lightly. “That you like her.”

“Of course I like her,” he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “She doesn’t need me to tell her that.”

“Romantically,” Itachi emphasized his point with a wave of his spoon - it was like pulling teeth to get Sasuke to talk about his feelings. He noted that he had an easier time interrogating hardened criminals than his closed off brother.

Unable to deny the accusation, he became tight-lipped instead; head down and bangs obscuring his features as he paid a suspicious amount of attention to the potatoes. Though, if he didn’t stop his assault with the knife, the diced chunks would become minced very soon.

If it was this difficult for Sasuke to talk about his feelings with his own brother, then Itachi concluded that he hadn’t told her yet. It was likely he hadn’t even hinted at it.

“Oh, little brother,” Itachi lamented. “Nothing but heartache will come out of pining.”

Sasuke gave him the cut-up vegetables as well as a look of mild annoyance. “As if you know anything about it.”

He was being testy but Itachi took the jab well, chuckling. “Yes, but you underestimate what I’ve learned from observation.”

Even if Itachi was married to his career, with its odd and long hours, he still possessed knowledge of romance from indirect life experiences. Meaning he soaked up bits and pieces from his friends, literature, and people-watching. While he did not consider himself an expert by any means, he knew enough to give decent advice.

The younger Uchiha tried to move past his stubbornness, knowing his brother was right. And if he was going to talk about this with anyone, it would be with Itachi. So, he sighed and conceded. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

Itachi stirred in the potatoes and carrots, then placed a lid on the pot to let the stew simmer. Setting down his spoon and facing the young man, he sighed as well. Onyx eyes met a similar pair and he stated, “You risk failure with every action you take. Although,” the corners of his mouth turned up wistfully, “father would have argued that Uchihas never fail.”

A slight smirk appeared at the mention of his father’s familial pride, which bordered on arrogance.

Then it fell when he remembered the subject at hand, crossing his arms at the vulnerability that came with the mere thought of confessing. He didn’t want to think about opening up and getting hurt as a result.

Sensing his hesitation, Itachi spoke again. “What’s the worst thing that could happen? She’s disgusted and rejects you completely, cutting off your friendship and refusing to speak with you.”

He scowled. “Hinata wouldn’t, she’s nicer than that.”

“I’m sure she is,” Itachi assured him. From his impression of her, she seemed sweet; the type that picked up stray animals from the street. “Now what’s the best outcome? She’s madly in love with you too and you sweep her off her feet and ride into the sunset, happily ever after.”

Something in Sasuke’s chest fluttered at the idea of her acceptance, but he was stopped short by the worry that she didn’t reciprocate his feelings. He was confident that if he hadn’t pursued their friendship, she wouldn’t have given him a second glance. Sure, he might have been considered a heart-throb (to his contempt), but she wasn’t swayed by shallow qualities like looks or money.

The irony; to be adored by many, but to fall for the one person that wouldn’t have paid him any mind.

“But what’s likely to happen? If she doesn’t like you in that way, then she turns you down gently because she cares about you. And because she values your friendship, she won’t break it off.”

It would sting, yet it was better than being flat out rejected and subsequently ignored.

“If she does like you, then all is well and you two will officially make a cute couple.”

Itachi’s words held sound logic that he couldn’t refute. “Sometimes I forget you have a degree in psychology.”

“And criminology,” his brother quipped. “I dual majored.”

“Right. Watch the curry,” Sasuke gestured to the pot that was steaming profusely.

“Ah,” the chef quickly grabbed the wooden spoon and set to mixing.

Gathering the knife and cutting board, he placed them in the sink and rolled up his sleeves. He contemplated while he washed the utensils. As he thought about the potential outcomes of confessing, a strange combination of anxiety and hope churned in his stomach.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad…

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anonymous asked:

do you ever reach a point where you stop feeling like a Problem? I've always been Too Much and a massive annoyance to everyone. I feel so eaten up with shame all the time. If I could just control myself, if I could just be normal and silent (I'm hypertalkative), then maybe things could be different. I was punished a lot for my ADHD as a kid. Now all I want to do is continue the job by punishing myself, to make it go away. But it's never going to. I don't know what to do.

I’m so sorry you’re feeling like this. I can relate to some of what you wrote and it sucks so much. I know I’ve wondered why I can’t be normal a lot. It’s really really tough to stop believing these things.

What I am sure of though is that you absolutely did not deserve to be punished for your ADHD, and whoever thought you did is not someone you need in your life. Punishing someone for having ADHD is like punishing someone for needing glasses to see: cruel, senseless, and downright abusive. 

Your symptoms probably won’t go away. Us ADHDers will most likely never be normal. But I hope you can learn to stop feeling like an annoyance or like you’re too much, because you aren’t. You are exactly the right amount, and asking you to be less than yourself is incredibly unfair. 

You say that you want to continue the job of punishing yourself. This is actually a very central concept of many types of therapy, and the fact that you’ve recognized yourself that that’s what you’re doing is a huge step. Especially psychodynamic psychological theory is based on that we act the way we do as adults because of how we were treated as kids. For example, if we as kids were always met with rejection when we tried to show any kind of emotion, then we’re very likely as adults to hide our emotions; sometimes to the point of not even feeling them, because we’re so used to getting ignored. 

It is definitely not permanent though. This is what therapy is for; helping you recognize why you think and feel the way you do, and helping you change that. You deserve to feel good about yourself, and you shouldn’t have to feel ashamed. It might take a while to get there, but I sincerely believe it’s possible and I hope you find a way to start moving towards it. 

Hopefully this was helpful, and remember that you can send us anything. You’re not too much for us.

-Becca

Torn – Part 11

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A/N: We’re getting close to the end folks. I don’t want to keep it too long, there will probably only be a couple of parts more. 

Summary: After your breakup with Seokwoo, you get the help of Taeyang to forget about him. The feelings are still there though, making you torn between a sweet ex and a passionate boyfriend.

Word count: 1,2k

(cr. kingrowoon)

Holding On

Skipping about a month forward in time, the exam period was coming to an end, and you were starting to look forward to the summer holiday. The dreams had continued for a little while after they began, but disappeared slowly as time went on. Despite having to stay up late every night to study, things were going smoothly. You had not been able to see Taeyang as much as usual – he was going on several auditions at companies to allow his talent for dancing to turn into a career. It didn’t bother you not being with him, as you knew it was important to him. Instead, you spent a lot of time with Y/F/N, Sanghyuk and your other friends. That included Seokwoo, but everything went well, at least for your part. In addition, he was seeing Sally now.

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Joker x Harley Quinn: Stolen Chains

“Forget somethin’ daddy?” Harley asked as Joker stalked to the bedroom door to leave for his business meeting.

Joker glanced back, about to dismiss her and head to his meeting. However, he paused when he realized what he forgot and what he forgot was around Harley’s neck. His gold chains. Harley was playing with his chains that was usually housed only around his neck. Twirling her fingers around the chain as she smiled at him, wearing only one of his black dress shirts. The gold illuminating off the dark fabric. His eyes were unblinking, mouth open slightly, watching her as she toyed with his golden chains that laid so beautiful against her bleached skin.

“Harley,” He purred, metal teeth showing as he smiled, “Always keeping me on my toes.”

“I’ll give them back for a kiss.” Harley smiled as she weaved the long chains around her wrist.

Joker cackled, running a hand through his bright hair, “You negotiating with daddy?”

“I learned from the best.”  

Harley grinned at him, twirling the golden chains around her neck. The weight of the metal hanging down her body made her feel powerful and rich. Now she understood why he didn’t like to take the chains off. Mr. J seemed to enjoy the sight of her like this as his breathing had increased, chest moving rapidly, his eyes drinking in her body from head to toe.

“Bring them here.” He motioned her forward with two fingers.

“What?” Harley asked innocently, “Does daddy want his chains?”

“Bring them to me. Now.” She could hear the growing annoyance in his voice, but from his heavy breathing she knew he liked the look of her in his chains.

“Why?” Harley pouted, admiring the gold as it snaked in between her fingers, “Don’t they look good on me?”

Harley,” He growled, “Daddy’s in a hurry. Bring them to me.”

“Why don’t you come take them off me?” Harley smiled, mocking coy.

Following her question, Joker sauntered over to her letting his beautiful eyes dance across her skin. Harley felt naked under his heated, crazed gaze. She lifted her arms above her head, bending them backward as she pushed her chest out, mimicking the way he liked her in bed. Joker growled, advancing on her until they were chest to chest, his hands wrapping around her wrists hard enough to bruise. Harley beamed, delighted to have his full attention.

Joker leant even closer until his lips were a mere breath away. Harley’s heart beat faster in anticipation. He situated his hands so that one of his held both of her wrists, his other moved down to the chains around her neck. His fingertips moved up and down the gold slowly, his eyes still locked on her body, his breathing heavy. He grasped the golden chains, tangling them until they were tight around her neck, not chocking her entirely but enough so that she could only take quick, short breaths. Harley moaned, her arousal boosting. She ached for him. Wanted so badly for him to throw her down onto the bed and not let her leave until she couldn’t walk. She tried to tell him so but all that came out were lustful whimpers.

“What’s wrong, Harl?  Cat got your tongue?” He laughed lowly.

“I miss playing with you.” She gasped out from the way his chains were chocking her.

“Such a pretty baby,” Joker growled in response, “but so stupid.”

“All I wanted for them was a kiss.” Harley mocked innocence as her hips moved forward so she could feel him.

“I think that you,”  He rose his nonexistent eyebrows, “need some discipline.”

“Discipline me.” Harley snapped her teeth into a grin, her impatient growing.

Joker growled, squeezing the chains a bit tighter around her throat.

A knock on the door, like crashing glass to the two aroused clowns. A henchmen in a goat mask half stepped into the room.

“Boss? Frost just said men showed up at the club waiting for you. Are you-“ The voice cut off as Harley reached into one of Joker’s gun holsters, pulled out his gun, and shot the henchmen in the head.

Joker grinned, his face still close to hers.

“I love it when you use daddy’s guns.” His voice gravelly and low. Joker kissed her. His lips close, his mouth adding so little pressure. A whisper of a kiss. Such an uncommon kiss for the both of them and Harley didn’t like it. Just as Harley tried to add more to the little kiss he was gone. The chains being switched to his neck. He turned around and walked towards the bedroom.  

“Don’t wait up for me, baby!” Joker waved.

“Puddin!” She yelled marching after him, “That wasn’t fair. I wanted a real kiss!”

Harley blinked and was suddenly thrown up against the door, seeing stars from the impact. She had no time to wonder why as the Joker’s lips descended on hers. Lips open, his mouth pressing down hard onto hers. Harley moaned as she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him against her. Joker’s tongue was welcomed in her mouth. He bit her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. The pressure of his body against hers had her head painfully up against the door. She kept up with his pace, desperately trying to keep him in this moment.

Another pleasurable moment and Harley was being thrown through the air, landing in the center of their bed. She giggled, her body humming with anticipation of what was to come. Joker crawled over her, his lips meeting hers once again in an even fiery kiss than before. Lost in a lovely haze of Joker, Harley rose her hands and cupped his cheeks keeping his mouth only on hers. He growled immediately, grasping her hands and slamming them against the bed as his lips moved lower on her body. Harley arched her back, moaning, cherishing where his heated skin was touching hers. His skilled fingers quickly had his shirt that she was wearing off her body, a moment later and he was bared chested as well. Joker’s mouth descended lower, Harley’s moans could be heard for miles when he kissed, licked, sucked her most sensitive spot.

After, her bruised body couldn’t walk for days.

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Possible Aspects Between Aries and Scorpio

Lets say someone has an Aries Moon, Sun in Scorpio

Or perhaps they have Mercury in Scorpio, Mars in Aries.

What about Pluto in Scorpio, Venus in Aries?

Any of these aspects could also happen between Aries and Virgo, OR Scorpio and Gemini, Virgo and Aquarius, Aquarius and Cancer, Sagittarius and Cancer, Sagittarius and Taurus, Taurus and Libra, Capricorn and Gemini, Capricorn and Leo, Libra and Pisces, Pisces and Leo.

Whichever planets you have in these signs, they could make a number of aspects, which will dictate how the energy flows for you!

They could be quincunx, sesquiquadrate, biquintile, or quindecile. Each of these aspects has a slightly different meaning. This goes to show you cannot rely on signs alone, interpretations get more interesting when you learn astrology in greater depth.

If they are 165 degrees apart, this is the Quindecile aspect. Pronounced “Quin-day-chee-lay”. This person gets obsessively passionate, compulsively driven. I use an orb of one degree and thirty minutes for this aspect, it loses it’s potency if we use a wider orb.

If they are 150 degrees apart, this is the quincunx aspect. This person feels a war within their psyche between the Scorpio archetype and the Aries archetype, getting too hung up in one of them, later to overcompensate, an adjustment has to be made, they have to find a productive way to balance their contradictions… I use an orb of less than three degrees for the quincunx, it doesn’t seem to have as great of tension if we use a wider orb.

If they are 144 degrees apart, this is the Biquintile aspect. It will be easier for them to maximize the positive traits of Scorpio and Aries. I use an orb of one degree and thirty minutes for this aspect, it loses it’s potency if we use a wider orb.

If they are 135 degrees apart, this is the Sesquiquadrate aspect. They always feel this tension, this annoyance, that they struggle to get the ball rolling in their pursuits. This aspect is easier when both planets are in the same element. I use an orb of less than three degrees for the quincunx, it doesn’t seem to have as great of tension if we use a wider orb.

If you would like to know which of these aspects are in your chart and what they mean for YOU, I offer lessons to learn, or I can give you a reading. Message me. Check out: AcaiPsycheLife/trybeforeyoubuy as that reading I gave includes some of these minor aspects.

(A sign of life. FYI finding a job, learning a new job and web design takes some time.)

I’ve been wrestling with figuring out how Vlad would feel and treat his cloned, Danny Phantom son.  I mostly thought of Vlad acting like he did in “Masters of all Time,” where he had what he wanted but was too controlling. However I also like this concept as well. Although I guess it can be argued that Vlad wasn’t as happy as he thought he’d be in that episode. 

Here Vlad is unable to stand looking at Phantom’s cold eyes, sometimes resorting to slapping him in annoyance. This dumbfounds Phantom until he sees Danny’s eyes (insert cute pitch pearl moment here).

Transcript

(Top)

Vlad: “Don’t ever look at me like that!”

(Upper right)

Phantom: ‘What look?’

(Bottom left)

Danny: “You OK?”

Phantom: ‘His eyes…’

“I Hope I’m Still You’re Favorite”

Whelp… this got way longer than expected, and TOOK longer than expected.

For our (@kinkhemmings, @inspiring-blog‘s and mine) bestfriend!5sos blurb night.

Her family had moved to the neighborhood when she was around nine and Luke was seven. She was the main reason that Luke was allowed to hang out with Jack and his friends. When they would play games, Luke would be on her team. She treated him like the little brother she didn’t have.

—-

He heard two quick knocks on the front door before it opened, and a familiar voice rang through their house.

“Hey Liz?!”

“Hey dear! Come on in!” He could hear her walk in the house and kick her shoes off at the door.

“Hey squirt!” Luke rolled his eyes and kept his eyes on the frets of his new guitar as he sprawled on a massive bean bag in the front room.

“Don’t you have another person to bother?”

“Aw, but Jack’s not home yet. Besides, you’re my favorite little squish, sunshine!” Before he could respond, he felt a weight bounce on the back of the bean bag, a pair of arms draping over his shoulders. He could feel her hair tickling his ear as she looked over his shoulder.

“So what song are we learning today?” she ruffled his hair - much to his annoyance - and then proceeded to make herself comfortable, her chin in his shoulder, arms wrapping comfortably around his neck to stay out of the way of his playing.

As much as his fourteen year old self would like to deny being called a ‘squish,’ he didn’t necessarily mind being her favorite something.

—-

He could feel his face burning up. His friends were idiots.

“Shut up Mikey!” he muttered under his breath.

What? Am I wrong?! I mean-” he was cut off at the sound of Luke’s ringtone, her name flashing a notification across the screen. He gave a pointed look to his friends before stepping into the back room of the bus to answer her call.

“Hello?”

Hey!” Her voice came with a slight crackle through the small speaker. “How is my favorite little squish doing?”

He couldn’t help the eye roll or fond smile that came over his face at the nickname he had been subject to since almost as long as he could remember.

“I’m hardly considered ‘little’ anymore. I bet I’m taller than you by now!”

Too bad you’re too far away to know that.

“Oh, well excuse me, mister big, bad, adult boy!” He could hear her laugh on the other side of the line, and could imagine her nose scrunching up, the crinkles edging her eyes, a hand probably running through her hair - a habit she had while talking on the phone.

“Who knew you would turn eighteen and be too grown up for your best friend!” He couldn’t stop his smile spreading even wider on his face, and he knew she could probably hear it over the phone.

Best friend?! Best friends don’t leave best friends to go off to the other side of the country. And for what, an education? Pssh!” He could hear her trying to protest through her laughter on the other end of the line.

“Whatever mister ‘I’m-going-to-ditch-my-best-friend-on-her-uni-break-for-tour’! Who’s the bad best friend now?” He made some joking sounds of protest,

“Hey, you still have Jack to hang out with!”

“HA! yeah right. Jack and I haven’t hung out with any sense of consistency since he discovered deodorant at sixteen and started dating real girls. He ditched that weird neighbor girl for ones with nicer hair that were willing to kiss his nasty face.” He could hear her shifting around to get more comfortable,

“Besides-” there was a loud thud, and he could hear her grumbling - which only made him smile more - before there was some shuffling and her voice came back.

“Sorry, dropped my phone. Anyway! Ever since Jack has been dating Celeste, whenever we DO get to hang out, it’s a ‘unicycle-and-her-trusty-training-wheels situation.’ They’re so in love it’s ridiculous.” He could practically hear her eyes rolling, and see the smile on her face, at the thought of one of her friends finding someone to love.

“So if you want to blame anyone, it’s your brother’s fault that you got saddled with being my baby best friend.” He let out an indignant huff,

“I’m not a baby, I’m an adult!”

“Right, sorry. Speaking to a big grown man now.” He was sure she could practically hear his pout if her laughter on the other line was any indication.

“Anyway, enough about my mundane surroundings and pathetically, non-existent love life, tell me what is going on with you? Where in the world even are you right now? How are the boys?”

“They guys are good-”

TELL HER I SAID SHE IS STILL HOT!

BUGGER OFF MICHAEL!

The boys had been telling him he was in denial, but maybe they were right, and he wasn’t supposed to like the sound of someone’s laugh so much.

—-

She always got the most overwhelming sense of home coming back here. Her parents and siblings had long since moved from the neighborhood, but she couldn’t resist the draw from her second family. Especially now at twenty-two when she was busier than ever, and had to choose where she spent her free time rather carefully.

Her body acted almost on muscle memory; walking up to the door (which was the same color, even after new layers of paint), two brisk knocks before letting herself in and calling out,

“Hey Liz?” It had been a habit of hers for as long as she could remember. Having a house full of boys, Liz had always stood by the rule of ‘no girls in the house without mom being home.’ So even as a grown adult, checking was second nature.

“Hey dear! Come one back!”

“Coming!”

Walk in, kick your shoes off at the door. On autopilot, she peeked in the front room as she went passed.

She stopped in the hall, eyes wide, her heart in her throat.

it almost felt like slow motion where she backed up two steps to be in the doorway. There, like an old memory:

Messy blonde hair, now much broader shoulders, lengthy limbs no longer able to be contained in the worn out, massive bean bag chair.

“…Luke?”

His head slowly turned over his shoulder, looking at her with a much too smirky smile on his face. The hiccup in her heart seemed to snap her out of whatever funk she was in.

“You smug bastard!” she dove at the bean bag chair, clambering over his shoulder to give him the biggest hug she could manage - probably elbowing him a good amount in the process.

“When did you get back? Why didn’t you tell me? You absolute bastard!” She could feel his chest rumble with laughter.

When did his voice get so low?

“Here, let me-just-” she could feel him shifting, trying to hug her back at this awkward angle she had pounced on him from. Chest to chest, her practically in his lap, one leg over his arm, both arms around his neck, the other falling somewhere around his thighs, sticking off the bean bag at an odd angle but she didn’t care.

Until he took his free arm, wrapped it around her waist and stood up, bodily lifting them both off the bean bag chair, and placing her on her feet, her arms still around his neck. He was still laughing, but she was refusing to let him go. Tired of being bent at this awkward angle, he simply picked her back up again.

“I guess you missed me, huh pipsqueak?” At that she leaned back to get a look at his face, giving him a miffed look herself,

“Who’re you calling pipsqueak, little squish?” He threw his head back and laughed out loud, before looking back at her, and she swore, she could almost see a twinkle in his eye, that made her chest pinch in just the slightest way.

“Babe, I think we can agree I’m far from little anymore.” She wasn’t particularly short, but her feet weren’t on the ground, and Luke seemed to be taking a fair amount of amusement it lightly swinging her dangling feet back and forth.

“…Yeah, I guess you’re not so little anymore.” She sounded much too dazed for her taste. After staring at him a little too long, she put her hands on his cheeks and added,

“You’re not even that squishy anymore either, are you?” That feeling of bittersweet nostalgia hit her kind of like a train. Her little squish was all grown up, and caught up to her now.

“No, I’m not.” He was still looking into her eyes, as his lips curved up into a small smile,

“-but I hope I’m still your favorite.”

She threw her arms around his neck, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek before burying her face in his neck and squeezing him again,

“You’ve always been my favorite you idiot.”

You’ll always be my favorite.

:: beauty

it doesn’t make sense. 

her sleeves are rolled to the elbow, the white edged with gore. her shirt is hopelessly wrinkled. she’s shoved her blood-spattered goggles up her brow into a nest of filthy, dark hair, tangled almost beyond hope. her arms are slick with blood and viscera; she inadvertently smears some across her cheek when gesturing to moblit and somehow manages not to notice the streak of steaming blood over the bridge of her nose. 

it’s disgusting. it should turn his stomach. 

she stuck her arms too far in this time. she’s always getting carried away, ridiculously enthusiastic over physiology different enough to fascinate. there’s only so many times he can supervise another futile trip through a titan’s guts, but she never seems to tire of it. there is no end to what she can learn from those piles of bones and steaming flesh. 

as he watches in fascination and mild disgust, she tugs her goggles back down and plunges her hands into another sample, rooting around like a scavenger intent on a meal. he makes himself stare, pursuing annoyance and nausea – things that he should feel at such a sight. but he is as fascinated with her as she is with her studies. 

it’s her eyes. those damnable eyes – lit with enthusiasm and hunger. it’s her lips pulled in an eager grin. her thin, jumpy hands, currently peeling porous flesh away from the musculature of her subject. the angle of her neck, that somehow manages to be graceful as she cranes closer, brows pulled high, observing. that gearcrank, whipfast mind beneath the pile of filthy hair; insatiable, prodding every angle for weakness, for understanding. the entire affair is disgusting, yet despite the filth and gore and bracing stench of decomposing matter, he can’t help but to find her utterly, heartbreakingly beautiful. 

“levi?” she blinks at him. “what’s wrong?”

“what?” 

“you look concussed.” 

he doesn’t look away, even though the observation embarrasses him. he must be concussed to stare at her like such an idiot. “i’m fine, shitty-glasses.” 

“you sure? you’re not going to throw up on my work?” 

“gross,” he mutters. “hurry up.” 

she shrugs and turns back to her work, but not before flashing him a bright, unselfconscious smile, and he can’t help but to find that beautiful too. 

Fanfic: The Defensive Argumentation

Summary: Shamy One Shot FanFic. Short and Fluffy with a bit of well intentioned angst. Sheldon surprises everyone when he feels the need to vehemently defend Amy. Because I love a Sheldon that stands up for his little lady.


Amy sat at the dinner table in awkward silence while Bernadette and Penny giggled. Sheldon was never good at reading facial cues but even he could tell Amy was uncomfortable. He was terrible at discerning emotions but with Amy it was different.

“Well… this is uncalled for.” Sheldon said with a stern look in his eyes. 

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English Lessons with Woozi Would Include...

Originally posted by mountean

  • Jihoon is a smart boy
  • He would tell you that he is perfectly capable of communicating all on his own 
  • No matter if he says something wrong and you try to correct him, he’ll avoid your help the best he can while not hurting your feelings 
  • Just because he’s smart doesn’t mean he’s necessarily good at everything 
  • There are a lot of times where you had to hold conversations in English and Jihoon couldn’t communicate 
  • Nothing wrong with that, aside the fact that he wouldn’t let your aid him
  • So this is how you found yourself sitting in his studio at 12 am. A book full of loose papers, pens pencils a dictionary and your favourite sweater
  • You stared at your subject, your eyes cold as ice. He was scribbling away at his homemade vocabulary quiz you had whipped up just minutes before, you had forgotten about the deal you had made with him and found yourself running over to their dorm at 11 pm
  • Earlier that week, your boyfriend Jihoon had invited you to pay him a visit. He said he wanted to hang out. and spend time with your due to his extremely busy schedule. You happily agreed and made your way over to his little studio. With a handful of snacks and things you planed on sharing 
  • Alas, you were out smarted; as you knock on his studio door there was a shy answer. Confused you twisted the nob and entered to find Jihoon curled up on the small sofa, pencil and notebook thrown across the room, his body sprawled over the arm rests. 
  • “What happened in here, did someone rob you?” You casually walk over to his wheelie chair, setting your things down and examining the room to get a overview of his issue
  • “I- I need your help.” A small and timid voice answered from underneath a pillow. He chuckled rising up and straightening himself. Sitting there awkwardly waiting for your reply
  • You only laughed. “So now you admit you need help, okay I got you.” You gathered his things off the floor and sat down beside him. Resting your head on his broad shoulders and you analyze his lyrical disaster 
  • “First and form most, I can’t even read this.” You tease, “but actually,” you say sighing as you lean further into him.
  • “Hmm?” His voice booms in his chest, you can hear his heart beating steadily 
  • “You’re whole grammar structure is wrong, here and here. And this, we don’t really say that in English…” You hesitate as you critique 
  • “Oh, okay then, teach me.” He turns to face you, his warm breath kissing your neck 
  • You think for a moment…”wait now?!” 
  • “Yes.” 
  • “Okay then, get up!” 
  • “You’re on me.” 
  • “Okay then, I’ll get up!”” You rose off of him, missing his warmth you grip onto his shoulder with your prying fingers before turning and heading over to the common area of the dorm
  • You run over to the book shelf situated across form his studio and grab 2 dictionaries. Korean/English and English 
  • Jihoon watches as you scramble around the room trying to find reference material to help him
  • He smiles to himself, seeing you so determined to help him
  • “Okay,” you set the books and notes out on the table. 
  • “What are you doing?” He walks over and stands beside you, placing his hands on your hips, holding you. “Is that a dictionary?”
  • “Yes, and yes and yes” You say as your organize papers around ignoring his nagging 
  • “Okay sit over there, student…” You order 
  • Jihoon releases you and trudges over to his seat. Leaning across the table listening intently to you
  • You start your lesson. “Okay so, today, I’m going to teach you some essential vocabulary.” You pass him a sheet of lined paper and a pen and order him to write down the English translation for each word in Korean. You pull out your phone and begin to search for things to translate. You first show him a picture of a cow, he scribbles the English word on the piece of paper. “Oh, I’ll draw you little doodles of each thing so you know what it is.” You smirk at him
  • You then show him a picture of a clock, watching as hie struggles to write out the English 
  • Next a rock, simple enough 
  • This continues for a bit until you have created a long list of random everyday vocabulary consisting of things like car, bus, shoe, types of food, paper, pen, headphones, slippers, keys, animals…etc
  • Jihoon rubs the back of his neck in annoyance, “was this really all necessary, I don’t feel like I’m learning things that will help me write lyrics.” 
  • “Shush,” you raise your finger to your lips as you continue to sketch out an image for each noun.  You can hear him giggle at your crudeness 
  • “Okay,” you walk over and hand him is special list of words for him to study from. “You study this for the rest of the week because you might have a test.” You wiggle your eyebrows at him. “I’m hinting you cheats, do you understand me?” 
  • He chuckles and leans back in his chair. “Okay fine, I’ll do it.” 
  • “Good.” 
  • “Good, but if I ace it then you owe me something.” 
  • “Like what…” 
  • “A day off. Where you don’t bother me.”
  • “What?”
  • “-I mean, a day where you  don’t bother me with English and you go out with me instead.” 
  • ‘Deal.” 
  • So here we are, about 5 days later, 12 am, you sitting across from him as he scribbles out your makeshift quiz, he bites his lip, as he tries to recall the nights of studying he did. 
  • He would walk around his little studio chanting English words, sometimes so late into the night that he’d fall asleep dreaming about animals in English 
  • “Ca- Caow, ke- kei -key, shu -shoo, let- tur, -lettur.” 
  • “Are you almost done, it’s getting late,” you yawn as you check the time on your phone, resting your head on the table. 
  • “Hmm…” He nods before setting his pencil down.
  • “Good,” you spoke softly almost half asleep
  • “Are you going to mark it now?” He asked
  • “Sure,” you groan sarcastically rolling your eyes before reaching for your pen. He watches your every move, as you place checks marks further down the list. You come across one word, it was the word for sign in Korean, beside it he put the word “sine” thinking it was spelled the way it sounded. 
  • “You, have one mistake.” Pointing to the word in question. 
  • “…..” 
  • “It’s spelled, s i g n, babe.” You reach over and ruffle his hair, “nice try.” 
  • “Ah, I’m so tired it doesn’t matter, it sounds like that so.” 
  • “Fine I’ll give you that, it is a stupid word so I get you… But next time, no mistakes! Or else.’ 
  • He leans over the table and plants a kiss on your lips to shut you up, “I aced the test so you have to go out with me now. No excuses, that’s an order.”
  •  He takes your hand in his and leads you over to the couch in his studio, setting up a comfortable area he lays you down in his lap, and you stretch out across the coach, finding yourselves talking until 1 am. 
  • You’ve fallen asleep, your head cradled in his lap, He leans and kisses your nose before heading to his dorm room, checking one last time before turning off the lights