deep sigh you are beautiful to me

Humans are weird: The lost colony

*Quick note before I start. This story is essentially a what if scenario on how human culture would adapt in isolation on a semi Earthlike planet. Let me know if you want to see more.*

An adult Turic sits behind a desk jotting down notes as a recorder takes down the interview for future analysis.
“I understand that this entire ordeal has been stressful for you and your fellow colonists but due to your unique situation we would like to use this opportunity to better understand human culture. Please let me know if we need to stop or if there is anything I can do to make you more comfortable.”
The human, a younger female by the name of Kiara fidgets in her seat.
“No, I’m fine, I just haven’t ever seen an alien before. Hell, until a few months ago no one had ever heard anything but legends of people from outer space.”
The Turic looks down at his notes as he tries to reconcile this information.
“According to our research it says that your colony was originally founded just over 500 Sols ago. Are you saying that in that short amount of time your colony’s knowledge of spacefaring and other sapient races was erased?”
“I guess? What’s a Sol though? How long would that be?”
“Oh, a unit of time measurement based on the solar rotation of your home world. Prior to your race’s colonization of other worlds you referred to it as a year. For reference, you are estimated to be 22 Sols old.”
“Then yeah, that makes a lot of sense. We didn’t really have permanent settlements and had to keep moving. One of the older stories said that we came to our world in a fiery ship and that the remains of it could be found out in the wastes once a cycle. That’s what we call it when the Thaw comes back to the same point.”
“I have heard some of the other colonists mention this Thaw. This is the name for the habitable zone in which your colony exists, correct?”
“Yeah, you live in the Thaw, you move with the Thaw. The Thaw keeps you from burning or freezing as long as you work with it. It protects you, feeds you and keeps you alive, but it always moves so you need to move with it.”

The Turic frantically scribbles notes on its data pad.
“Fascinating. It appears as though your civilization has come to mythologize a natural phenomenon the way your ancestors on earth frequently would. Your colony was founded on a planet that was almost what we would call tidally locked. In essence one side of it always faced your neighboring star and it rotated as it spun around it so that the same side always faced it at all times. However the spin was off by a small fraction so that the planet gradually rotated to have a day/night cycle, but this cycle was so slow that it took roughly 50 Sols for a single rotation. This would have made for a narrow band of surviveable temperatures but one that was constantly shifting albeit at a slow pace.”
Kiara stared blankly at the Turic.
“Sorry, that went a little over my head. What I think I caught from that though is that one side of my world faced the light and one side faced the dark and we lived in the space between. Which yeah, that’s the Thaw.”
“I apologize, this is fascinating for me, I’m just curious as to how or why your people took what appears to be such a large step backwards in their technological capabilities.”
“Well, like I said, some of our stories say that we came from a fiery ship and that it can be found in the wastes. If my people really did come from another world, maybe we crashed and our technology broke. We do tend to keep on the move and we usually leave things behind when they break and can’t be fixed. I wasn’t old enough to remember seeing the great ship when my parents took me there and it was taken by the scorch a long time ago.”

The Turic stared at his data pad wondering how he would even begin to unravel all of this.
“Well, hopefully we can find some solid answers to this mystery someday, but I would like for you to tell me more about your colony. What is life like on your world?”
Kiara straightened up in her seat and smiled.
“My name is Kiara Williams. I’m a frost melt like my mother and father before me. We work on the very edge of the Thaw to make sure that the glaciers, mountains and streams run in the right ways when it comes time for the Thaw to reach them in full. We scout lands in the cold to find new sites for villages. We dig breaks in the ice to make sure that the largest sheets fall away from farms and villages. It’s bitter cold and dangerous work but it’s important and sometimes exciting.”
The Turic stared in an expression that would have been the human equivalent of slack-jawed.
“You colony had the technological equivalence of pre-industrialization. Are you saying that your people geoformed an ice world to ensure proper farmland using little more than steel tools and furs?”
“Well there are plenty of other jobs too. My brother is a farmer out in the warmer parts of the Thaw and I have a cousin who lives on the other end of it as a waste reclaimer.”
“And what is it that your cousin does?”
“He goes out into the scorch looking for broken things that can be fixed or things that were left behind by accident. Most people say that’s not a job for an honest person, but he has a real knack for finding stuff to sell. I heard he even managed to find a few relics off the great ship.”
The Turic made a note to track down this cousin immediately.
“Are those the only professions available?”
“Of course not. There’s bakers and builders and law makers but we do have to keep moving with the Thaw so most of us try not to stay in one place too long. It doesn’t help to get too attached. We can usually only get 3 or 4 harvests out of a plot of land before it gets too hot to grow. That’s why frost melts like me are so important to help scout the farms in advance.”

The Turic glanced at the blinking light on his recorder that was letting him know that his allotted time was nearly up.
“I’ll need to let you get back to your family unit soon, but is there anything else you can tell me about your colony or its culture?”
Kiara sighed. “Not really. Being a frost melt, I spend most of my days surrounded by ice as far as the eye can see. It’s strange and beautiful though. There’s massive mountains made of nothing but ice and I know that if I simply walk for a few hours towards out into the frost it would be cold enough to kill, but I know that I’m the one who gets to tame it. At times when the wind is calm I can breath the cold in deep and look out to the stars and wonder what it would be like to explore them too.”
Kiara looked down at her feet self consciously and laughed.
“I guess I can actually get to do that now huh?”
The Turic adopted the human expression of a smile.
“There is a lot of unexplored space out there. I’m sure the human race would be proud to have you back to help them seek it out.”

[Got] 7 Deadly Sins: Lust

Originally posted by nochuie


Is it really such a sin to admire the beauty the heavens have bestowed upon this vast expanse?

In my former position of exaltation, I’ve seen and known all things that have and will ever exist. Yet, in all my time I have yet to find anything quite as exquisite as the female form. Especially hers.

Sensual, delicate, soft. Lips that could drive any being to insanity, eyes you could drown in, and those curves… Those curves could send this angel straight to hell.

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Beautiful (Snowbaz AU)

A/N: featuring selectively mute!Simon and soft!Baz

- - Simon - -

I don’t think I’ve ever been in the library before, but I have no idea where Penny is and this is my last reasonable idea (the next one being that she’s gone for a swim in the lake, but seeing as it’s about 10 degrees out, this is my last hope).

I walk in and start to call for her before being angrily shushed by a grouchy looking lady behind the desk. “Oops,” I whisper – well, try to whisper, which Penny says is basically a normal talking voice for anyone else when I’m in ‘loud mode’ as she calls it– “sorry, but have you seen my friend Penny?” The lady just glares at me and puts her finger against her lip, so I shrug and decide to just wander the shelves and try and find her myself. Too loud, I mentally rebuke myself. I’m always either too loud or too quiet. The only time I’m okay is when I’m with Penny. She’s good at letting me know. ‘Too loud, Simon,’ she’ll say, or ‘I can’t hear you, love, a little louder?’ I’m also not as anxious around her, so my tongue doesn’t freeze up and feel like lead, not anymore at least. I don’t choke over my words with her.  I shove my fingers into my jean pockets, desperately trying to regain feeling in them and wander deeper into the library. It smells old, but not bad. Like maybe a bunch of posh ancient  vampires lived here. The shelves tower overhead and I could probably get lost if I’m not careful. I’d need a trail of breadcrumbs or something to ever find my way back to the grouchy lady and the front door, but Penny will help me once I find her.

I keep wandering and weaving, peering around shelves and quietly whisper-screaming Penny’s name. I am hushed countless times by people sprawled on overstuffed chairs with thick books and annoyed frowns. After about thirty minutes I’ve given up; even if Penny is somewhere in this maze I’ll never find her. Plus, all the books are distracting (I’ve never been much of a reader, but the pictures on the covers are fun to look at).

Then another thing – well, person – catches my eye. He could be a posh library vampire if he were paler. He has long, dark hair pulled up in a messy bun like it was done up in a rush. Large hipster glasses are sliding off of his narrow nose- which is currently buried in a book. The shadows from the soft yellow lights in the ceiling fall against his face, accenting his sharp cheekbones and firm jawline. I stare open-mouthed at this boy, blinking a few times to make sure he isn’t just a figment of my imagination.

The boy sighs and shifts and I quickly push myself back behind the shelves, knocking over a couple of books as I move. Shit, shit, shit, he probably heard that. I wait for a little while, listening for movement, but don’t hear anything. Maybe he didn’t hear it. I slowly move forward again, peering around the shelf. He’s still there, still reading. I drink in the sight of this absolutely beautiful boy. He coughs, startling me and I start to move back again- tripping over my shoelaces as I go. I fall to the floor with a loud bang, and land on my back. I turn my head and stare through the books, but the chairs on the other side are empty. The boy is gone. I sigh and turn my head back up to stare at the ceiling. Only-there’s a person in my way. Startling grey eyes meet mine and I swallow back a gulp. Wisps of his hair fall against his cheeks. He’s even more beautiful up close.

“Mind telling me why you were watching me?” His voice is deep, deeper than mine. And smooth. A light lilt following his words. I open my mouth to reply, and then shut it again and close my eyes. My verbal communication skills are shitty at best, and in front of a beautiful boy they’re bound to be horrible. I don’t want to ruin the moment (if this even is a moment).

A light thud to my left causes me to open them again and look over. His nose brushes mine from where he’s lying on the ground next to me and he smirks. “You’re staring again,” he whispers. I feel his breath against my face and smile a bit at him, blushing. He grins back and turns his head towards the ceiling. I stare a while longer before looking up as well. The ceiling is quite beautiful, with arches made of dark wood forming large frames for beautiful murals and paintings. We’re lying under a night sky, painted white stars shining down on us. He tilts his head towards me and points a long elegant finger up. “See those brighter stars? In the top corner?” he whispers, tracing them with his finger in the air. I nod. “That constellation is called Cassiopeia, named after a boastful Ethiopian queen in Greek mythology.”

I slowly turn my head away from the stars on the ceiling and back to him. To his bright eyes and small smile as he passionately explains the stories in the stars. He points out a couple of others before meeting my eyes again and pausing.

“I’m Baz.”

“Simon.” I whisper.

I watch him mouth my name, curving his lips around each letter as if treasuring and memorizing each one. Simon. “Well, Simon.” His voice is breathy and light, “what do you see in the stars?”

I look back up, glancing over at him continuously. He nods encouragingly. Hesitantly opening my mouth I wish to everything that words could tumble out but they catch in my throat. I press my lips together and close my eyes, trying to control my shaking hands. I almost wish that I had continued therapy, that it had worked so I could fucking talk to this beautiful boy. That my continuous panic attacks during behaviour therapy hadn’t finally made me give up. Deciding to instead learn sign language with Penny alongside me for rough situations anxiety-wise, where my words choked me and my mouth betrayed me.

“Hey, hey” he whispers, noticing my obvious distress. He reaches out and grabs my hand. “You’re okay, Simon” oh how he says my name. It rolls off his tongue easy and light. “You’re okay,” he repeats, “Do you wanna know what I see in the stars?” I clench my eyes together and nod trying to focus on my breathing. The last thing I want right now is a panic attack. Why couldn’t I have this? Just this. This beautiful boy with his smile and his whispers about the stars.

“Okay,” he continues and points again with his left hand, his other hand staying over mine. “Well if you connect those stars it looks kind of like a dog. I mean not really, but it’s called the Canis Major. Which basically means big dog. I suppose if you use your imagination you can see it. That’s what I love about constellations. You have to use your imagination, otherwise they’re just weird connect-the-dots that don’t look like anything at all.” He looks back at me and I squeeze his hand and smile at him, blinking slowly, trying to savor this wonderful moment. How did I end up on the floor staring at a painted sky with a beautiful boy who doesn’t care that I could barely get my name out. A beautiful boy who lights up when he’s talking about stars and who doesn’t seem to want to let go of my hand.

“Simon,” His breath caresses my face, pulling me out of my thoughts. “Would you like to go get coffee with me?”

“Yes,” I whisper back, my voice cracking slightly from unuse.

“Okay,” he says, “but first you have to answer one question.”

I nod eagerly.

He leans in, nose brushing mine. “Why were you watching me?”

I stare at his lips, not ready to look into his sharp grey eyes. “I- “ I pause, lick my lips, raise my eyes to his.

“You’re beautiful,” I breathe out.

He leans in closer, and his lips brush mine as he whispers back.

“You’re pretty cute too.”

Hunted {BTS Mafia!au}

 PART 1

Pairing: Yoongi x reader
Genre: BTS mafia au
Warning: angst, smut (at some point), violence, mentions of prostitution/drugs, swearing, other dark themes I can’t think of right now 

Writer: Bom

Word count: 1566

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Summary: Y/N  Y/L/N is the daughter of Y/F/N Y/L/N, leader of the most renowned gangs in the mafia. While working, Y/N catches the attention of Min Yoongi, leader of one of the most feared gangs within the mafia. And he will stop at nothing to get her…

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Change - Jughead x Reader

A/N: This is my FIRST time writing smut… I hope its all good guys also sorry about the ending, idk how to end smut. I also didn’t tag anyone j in case they don’t like smut

Request: Smut where Jughead walks in on Reader getting changed, turns hot and heavy ;)

Warnings: Smutttttttttt and swears, and the word vagina because who reads smut and doesn’t expect there to be the word vagina in there. 

Word count: 1456

Italics = Thoughts 


Your POV

You had just finished your shift at Pops and decided to take a shower, it should be a while before your best friend/high school crush/roommate Jughead Jones came home, he was working late investigating for his novel with Betty.

You turned on the water and got undressed, putting your hand in the stream line to check the temperature, you jumped in.

It wasn’t an extraordinary shower, you washed your hair and body, shaved, and washed off that day’s make up.

You turned off the water and then you jumped out you reached for your towel but realised you didn’t have one, you decided to run to your room and grab it, so you walked to the door

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Being with Cas (A Drabble Series): Days Off with Cas

Being with Cas Masterlist

Originally posted by ardysgurl

“What about that one?” you asked, pointing to the red bird sitting in a tree branch a few yards from you and Cas. You kept your arm looped through your Angel’s, leaning your head on his shoulder.

It was a rare day off of hunting for you and Cas, and on special days like this, Castiel liked to surprise you and take you to different places that you had never been before. Today, Cas had taken you to a botanical garden, famous for it’s beautiful, scenic nature walks that were filled with different kinds of plants and flowers to look at. 

“That one is a summer tanager,” Cas replied easily, watching the bird fly off.

A grin spread across your face. “Tell me its scientific name.”

Cas sighed playfully, a hint of a smile on his face. “Piranga Rubra.”

You let out a giggle, squeezing his arm affectionately. Cas’ smile widened at the sound of your laughter as he slid his hand into yours, lacing your fingers together before he continued to lead you down the path. 

“Cas, look at those flowers!” you exclaimed, walking over to a patch of beautiful, deep blue flowers in the grass. 

“Those are called ‘gentians’,” he replied, smiling at your excitement.

“They remind me of you; they match your eyes,” you noted, picking one and putting it next to his eyes. “Yep, a perfect match.” 

Castiel smiled bashfully before looking around and walking over to a bush of pink peonies. He picked one and brought it over to you, unable to get rid of the shy smile on his face. “These remind me of you.”

You grinned. “Why’s that?” 

“Because they’re almost as beautiful as you,” Cas replied, leaning in and kissing your cheek sweetly. 

You nudged his shoulder playfully before burying your face in his chest. “You’re making me blush.”

Cas chuckled, wrapping his arms around you before the two of you set off to finish the nature walk, hand in hand, holding on to your flowers. 

Cas made a mental note to make you blush more often.

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10 | Tomorrow

BTS MAKNAE LINE X READER AU

WORD COUNT: 3,265

WARNINGS: SWEARING, ANGST, FEELS, ETC

masterlist | ask | prev 


Sweat beaded your forehead as you ran through the sea of people flooding the airport, your breathing was erratic and Jungkook was nowhere to be seen. Your heart hammered angrily against your chest, where was he? There you were, willing to drop your life for him and he didn’t have the decency to even answer the phone the 14 times you’d called.

Close to giving up your eyes wandered the busy scene desperately once more, much to your surprise you saw a tall, broad figure wearing all black holding what looked like to be a Louis Vuitton luggage bag. Your Louis Vuitton luggage bag. That had to be him. You ran up to the man who was speedily walking away, his wide strides almost impossible for you to catch up with.

“Jungkook!” You shouted, earning a stare from a dozen pairs of nosey eyes in the process.

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Bright

Originally posted by luedeer

Reader x Baekhyun

EXODUS, College AU; When your boyfriend Baekhyun gets nervous, small showers of light particles appear around him… and that can cause some problems. Luckily, there is something you can do to calm him.

A collaborative series with @lovesehunright: Ch 1 Jongin - Ch 2 Chanyeol 


The first words that were whispered out of your lips as you noticed the small round particles of light starting to appear before your eyes, bright and meager yet still painfully obvious in the dimmed classroom, was:

“Oh, Baekhyun…”

The mentioned boy turned to you, frown deep and demeanor nervous. Oh, that’s right; he’s the next to present. You sighed, shuffling your chair closer to his while your classmate - Sooyeon, if you remembered correctly, continued her presentation about Religious, theological, spiritual, and/or moral analysis or impact of ethics - gosh, what a mouthful. Baekhyun desperately shuffled closer to you in response, his dark eyes pleading for any kind of help. You weren’t surprised over all this, perhaps only disappointed that it had to become an issue.. in a full-packed, dark classroom. 

You knew this happened when Baekhyun got nervous; these small showers of light would appear and hover over his super human body. It had happened only once before, on your first date, exposing his powers to you and almost making you obligated to accept him as your boyfriend because who knows what would happen to you when you knew of his powers. Luckily for you, Baekhyun was incredibly handsome and nice and funny and romantic-

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That's Not Funny ( Gaston x reader

AN: Ta-Da! It’s finished, I do hope I do not disappoint anyone who reads this. I absolutely adore Luke Evans and his portrayal of Gaston. This is my first time writing for him so please I would some feedback. And please let me know if you would like anymore like this. Tagging @yayume-ladypenguin So without further ado please enjoy.

Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

You stood there leaning against the wall watching madness unfold right before your eyes. “ What are you doing?” LeFou asked walking up to you. “ Watching those bimbettes attempt to get Gaston’s attention.” You said with a smirk. It wasn’t even that late in the day and they were already getting flirtatious with him. “ You really enjoy this don’t you?” He asked . “ I do I really really do.” They were even pushing each other out of the way just to get to him. Of course he likes the attention but the three of you knew that nothing was ever going to happen. You sigh “ Oh those sad little soles don’t stand a chance.” LeFou laughed slightly as he knew it was true. Then he noticed you slightly staring at your friend with almost the same look but with more real love in them. “ You love him don’t you?” Snapping your head toward him about to retaliate the comment he interrupted with. “ Don’t pretend you don’t. I can see it in your eyes.” Deep down you knew he was right but it was… Well Gaston and you didn’t stand a chance. “ Why would he pick me when he has that thin little beauty over there?” You said pointing at Belle so desperately trying to get away from him. She doesn’t even appreciate the attention she gets from him even when she’s not around. “He only likes her because she’s a mystery to him. ” he explained. “ Exactly! She’s pretty, smart, dresses nice, and well is worthy of him.” You said with a hint of jealousy in your voice. “ Come on (Y/N) your all of that and more. You know him like no one else does, can match his hunting skills, funny, witty, and in my opinion far more beautiful than Belle.” He said resting his hand on your shoulder for reassurance. “ Thank you LeFou. Though your words are kind not everyone shares that opinion.” You said then Gaston walked over “ There you two are I’ve been looking for you. Are you alright (Y/N)? You seem a bit, not like yourself.” You told him that you were fine and just tired. Luckily he believed you. And the three of you went to the stables to go wonder around outside of the village. The woods were so beautiful, it didn’t matter if you were hunting or just riding through it always seemed magical. While the boys would just go in for some good fresh air, you went as an escape. An escape from the town, the world, anything really. You were much slower than your two friends due to you wanting to enjoy every detail. As they road ahead LeFou decided that he would have a little intervention to help you be happy. “ Gaston do mind me asking a question?” Gaston raised an eyebrow “ Of course LeFou. You could always do that.” As they both rode further away from you. LaFou was hoping you would not hear. “ Why do you pine after Belle? There are plenty of other girls in the village. Some even more suitable than her.” He explained. “ She’s the only girl in the village who doesn’t crave my attention like the others or make a fool of herself. It’s a wonder, she’s just so different. Those ‘other girls ’ just swoon and fawn. But Belle she is able to talk to me like just a person, without all that other stuff.” Gaston explained. “There are girls who don’t act silly like that. And who talk and treat you like a normal person.” LeFou said trying to hint about you. “ I highly doubt that LeFou. Name one girl that can even match everything Belle has.” Challenging his friend confident that he couldn’t name a girl in the entire villages that wouldn’t act like the others. “ (Y/N).” Gaston then stopped dead in his tracks. When your name was said a little bit of realization came into his head. You were someone who had shown respect, who had just been yourself with him and viceversa. He remembered when you two meet. It was right after the war and you were helping many townspeople put there lives back together. You seemed out of place, He guessed that’s why you caught his attention. You had offered some of your time to see if he needed help with anything. He tried using that whole confidence and prideful attitude but you were able to see right through that. As time went on he felt like he didn’t need to pretend around you, you were like a comforting animal. You were the only person who could bring this softer side he kept hidden out. “But you are wrong about one thing my friend, (Y/N) doesn’t love me.” LeFou sighed “Thats why she’s not like everyone else. She doesn’t want to tell you and is to scared to show it.” There was a long silence between the two then you appeared “ Hey guys. What are you talking about. ” Completely oblivious to the fact that they were discussing you and your feelings. “ Nothing. Shall we head to the tavern?” Gaston said trying to act like his normal prideful self. After what felt like hours of just talking and drinking a few girls appeared to flirt with Gaston. You politely excused yourself and went to sit by the bar. LeFou went to go sit with you being annoyed with the girls constant high pitched squeals. “ What are you doing (Y/N) ?” You passed him the bottle on the counter. “ Playing a type of drinking game. Anytime those girls swoon, squeal, or do anything stupid you take a swig. ” you said taking a drink hearing a girl scream. “ You are absolutely terrible. ” he said joining in. “ That’s the way you like me isn’t it?” You said raising an eyebrow. Soon after you and LeFou started your little game Gaston walked over to the two of you and asked “ ( Y/N) could I talk to you for a moment?” Confused you accepted. What on earth could he want to talk with you about? He took you over to his chair by the fire place. “ (Y/N) I was wondering if you could join me for dinner with just the two of us?” He asked. Your breath was stuck in your throat. Where did this come from? “ Pardon?” You laughed not able to process what’s going on. “ Would you like to go out on a date? I was just thinking since we’ve known each other for so long that we could, you know go out. I’ve come to realize that I like you.” He said with that gorgeous grin. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. This would only happen in your wildest dreams. But with that thought you knew that it couldn’t be true. “Gaston that’s not funny.” You said slowly backing away . “ It wasn’t meant to be funny. I really like you.” He said walking towards you. So many thoughts were going through your head most just trying to deny what was happening. Why on earth would he say this? It had to be some sick joke and you weren’t laughing. “ No you don’t. You never have and you never will. And I… I…” You stammered you couldn’t even think straight. You tried to just walk away. “ ( Y/N) could you please just answer me?” He asked getting frustrated. “ Gaston I just… I don’t like this please stop this sick and demented joke it’s not funny!” You exclaimed. “ God (Y/N) why can’t you just be stupid like all the other girls and just say yes! I hate that you’re this different. Sometimes I wish you were like them then I wouldn’t have so many problems like this with you!” Gaston yelled. For a moment everything stopped. It felt like you were shot in the heart and lungs. Did he really just say that? You don’t know why but those few words had hurt you. When you got back into the moment you sternly said “ Leave me alone. And do NOT follow me.” And with that you left. Gaston was in shock as well. Why did he have to say that he wished you to be different? The one person that he loved and that could have loved him back, had just walked away furious with him. LeFou walked up to his friend to make sure he was alright. “ I really messed up didn’t I LeFou ?” Weeks had gone by and you and Gaston have not talked ever since that night. You even avoided LeFou, because you concluded that the only reason Gaston would have said anything like that is if LeFou told him how you felt. Most days you didn’t even go in to town. But essentials started to run out and you had to go get food from the market. At first everything seemed to be going okay no one asked any questions as to where you were you just bought food and it was great. Though your luck could not last forever as you heard a familiar voice call from behind you. You continued to walk away and his voice called after. This quickly got on your nerves. “ I don’t want to speak to you Gaston.” You said continuing to walk away. Gaston then grabbed your free arm to get you to stop. Knowing he was way stronger than you and you wouldn’t want to make a scene trying to get away. “ (Y/N) stop. We haven’t talked in weeks.” You rolled your eyes not regretting answering him. “ There’s a good reason for that. Now let me go.” You said not even wanting to look in his eyes. “ Not until you hear what I have to say.” You huffed as a response. “Please I’m-I’m… I’m sorry about what I said the other night. I was acting like a jerk. I thought that I could just do what I normally do to ask a girl out and I would get the same result. But your not like them, you’re different, in a good way. You have more, what’s the word? Dignity. You are my friend you are you and I love that. You do this thing to me that makes me feel safe. Like I don’t have to pretend around you because you just see right through me. I’m sorry about that awful night, I should have known you were to good for me. I just wanted you to know I love you for you and not for a person who’s the same as everyone else. ” There was a long silence between the two of you. Despite a noisy street the only thing you could hear was each other’s breathing. Then Gaston sighed and said “ I know it’s a funny thing, but I really do love you.” He let go of your arm. “ That’s not funny.” You said with a smile then took a deep breath. “ I love you too.” He then with a hesitant hand brushed your cheek and pulled you into a kiss. You returned this action with just as much enthusiasm. This felt amazing. You could hear all the gasp from the villagers all around you, but neither one of you cared. You were to caught up in the moment. As you broke away and leaned your foreheads together you could hear some girls huffing, whining, and a little bit of crying. You just smiled both because of the many women watching and because this wasn’t fake or imaginary or even a dream. You knew truly that he loved you. “Remind me to thank LeFou for telling me to do this. ” He said. You nodded your head. Thank goodness for LaFou because neither one of you would have had the courage to do this. “ So would you like to meet me for dinner? I would like to do this again.” He said sheepishly. You giggled “ I wouldn’t miss it for the world Gaston.”
‘I enjoy this too’

Originally posted by sensuous

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2,4k

Anon request: ‘’ Request Baekhyun proving that he really loves his s/o (who is older than him, say 26-28) and it gets smutty? Thank you!’’ 


‘How many times do I have to tell you that you’re the one and only for me?’ You roll your eyes, trying to slam the door behind you. He cathes the door and lets out a sigh.

'Just let me alone, Baekhyun. I need time.’ You say, starting to undress. His eyes are totally fixed on your actions, especially on your small body.

'Time for what?’ You turn around, facing his expresion from the doorway. He is sad and confuse at the same time but it’s not your fault. You saw him with that blonde girl, being normal and smiling like he is used to be when you two are together. She even hugged him and your boyfriend let her to do it. It’s just driving you crazy the idea of him cheating on you.

'I don’t know… maybe we need a pause.’ You say unsure.

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Say My Name

Dan was upstairs in the office working on a video and Phil was away; so tonight, me and my boyfriend would play. I stood admiring myself in the full length mirror within Dan’s bedroom; I was wearing nothing but a new sultry black lace set from Agent Provocateur that I had treated myself to, although by extension it was a gift for Dan too. It emphasized my curves perfectly, accentuating all the best assets. Usually, Dan dominated in the bedroom as my domineer swayed to innocent and submissive, to which I was happy with because I enjoyed being at his whim and I knew he got a great amount of pleasure from it. Although, I love to be dominant too and Dan was yet to see this side of me, so tonight, the tables would be turned; tonight was when I surprised my baby with how I could be dominant like Daddy.

To hide myself and keep this a secret from Dan for now, I threw on one of his hoodies that drowned me due to his tall frame contrasting heavily with my petite one. I looked at myself again in the mirror, giving myself a once over and finally deciding to make my way upstairs to the office. As I climbed the stairs and drew closer to the ajar door, I could hear Dan sighing with frustration from what I presume was an editing error. I pushed the door open slightly, wrapping one hand around the frame and placing my head in at an angle.

“Hey,” I said softly. One of Dan’s hands was resting on his chin, the other the mouse, and his nonchalant expression suggested that he was deep in focus and couldn’t hear me.

“Hey.” I repeated, this time at little louder. Dan swung round in his desk chair and greeted me with a smile.

“Hey, come in. Sorry, I’m just trying to get this video done but it’s just proving to be shit,” I walked into the messy office and stood next to the desk, sitting on the edge slightly, placing my arms behind me. I watched him as he drew a deep sigh, resting his hands on the back of his head, leaning back in the chair and moving side to side in agitation. Even in this state, he was beautiful - wearing black jeans that hung on his shapely hips, making his belt a redundant feature and nothing but an accessory. His accompanying black t-shirt allowed me to admire his muscular arms; his curly hair was pushed back from his forehead but still managed to emphasize his strong facial structure. “Are you okay?” He continued, searching my eyes for an explanation as to why they were lingering over his frame.

“Yeah,” I smiled, soaking him in and noticing how pent up he was. “Maybe you should take a break, relax a little, you look stressed Dan.” I was always concerned that he would burn himself out with work; he is so dedicated to making everything perfect that it managed to get the better of him at times. His soft, brown eyes darted back to the computer screen and he sighed once again, moving a hand from the back of his head to ruffle his hair.

“Besides,” His eyes focused on me again as I titled my head innocently, changing my tone of voice from concerned to sensual, “I have something for you.” I trailed my sentence off whilst watching him ponder what I had in store.

“Yeah? What would that be?” He toyed, eyes turning playful as his eyebrows conveyed intrigue and lips turned into a smirk that matched my own. He lent forward, moving his big hands to now place them on my hips and draw me in toward him slightly. Our faces crept closer as I gently placed my fingers on the base of his neck, pushing his pretty face toward my own, making our lips brush teasingly as I lent down to whisper;

“Take my clothes off and you’ll find out.” I loved this new feeling of playing with him, teasing him and making him submit to me. He did as told, lifting his hoodie off of my body to reveal my surprise. His breath hitched as he lent back in the office chair again to fully take me in.

“Is this all for me?” Dan bit his lower lip, wanting nothing more than to bend your pretty ass over the desk right then and there. I knew he would react like that because I knew everything he liked, what really got him going, so I was one step ahead of him. His legs were spread so I slid between them, placing a single finger on his toned chest and laughing lightly, but devilishly.

“Not quite. Tonight, you’re all mine baby boy.” Dan looked taken aback for a moment, obviously not used to a female taking the role, but he quickly adjusted to the thought of you dominating him. He wrapped a couple fingers around my own on his chest, pulling it off and jolting my head into the base of his neck.

“Show me what you got baby.” He growled in attempt to intimidate you and remind you what the roles were. I wasn’t phased, and he knew that as I laughed again whilst I readjusted to my position standing between his legs. My hands moved to his belt, unbuckling it slowly, keeping my eyes locked with his as I did so.

“Straight to it huh?” He let out a half-hearted laugh, again attempting to undermine you.

“Are you getting cocky baby?” I cooed, pulling his belt off completely whilst watching his face fill with bemusement as to what I was doing. “I don’t like it when you’re cocky -” I tutted, voice laced with stern to tell him off.

“Stand up. Hands behind your back. Now.” I demanded. Dan listened, moving from his chair to place his wrists together at the small of his back. I placed his belt around them, feeding it through and pulling it so tight you had to make another hole.

“Down again.”

He sat in his chair once again, eyes never leaving me. He was out of control and he hated that he loved it. I pushed his legs together to create a secure place to sit, then climbed onto him and straddled his hips. Deliberately, I refrained from kissing his lips, and instead I began to kiss his neck, starting at his ear and moved down to the sweet spot on his pronounced collar bone; I sucked harder than usual, ensuring I left a deep bruise and a reminder for Dan regarding who owns him. He let out a raspy moan from beneath me and I could feel him growing, so I began to lightly run one hand, back and forth, along the inside of his right thigh, neglecting the place he wanted me most. My hand moved up, fingers barely his skin above his boxers, teasing him further. I tugged at the band of his boxers, pulling them forward and releasing it, snapping back to his skin; Dan flinched ever so slightly at the small degree of pain but loved it nonetheless. I began to roll my hips against him, the denim of his jeans rubbing against me and granting me pleasure. I moaned softly and repeatedly as I continued my actions, causing Dan to tug at his makeshift belt restraint. His eyes turned dark as he watched you get yourself off on his lap, right before his eyes, and all he could do was watch in agitation.

“Stop.” He demanded.

I stopped, smiled at him, and draped an arm over his neck. My free hand traced the band of his boxers again, this time my fingers slid below the waist and I felt Dan’s desire in the palm of my hand. Retracting myself off of him, I stood up and slowly pulled his jeans down to his ankles. I teased at pulling his boxers down, but he bucked his hips forward to hurry my action on, so they found company with his jeans once again.

“Tell me what you want me to do, baby boy.” I teased. Dan groaned, confused as to the detail he wanted. All he wanted was you, and he wanted you bad.

“Blow me.” He finally answered.

“Where are your manners baby boy?”

I replied, pro-longing his suffering.

“Blow me. Please.”

I nodded, taking to my knees. I began to stroke him, starting at the base and edging toward the top at a slow pace, running my thumb over his sensitive tip and going back down in one swift motion. I repeated this action over again before finally swirling my tongue over his tip, making Dan wince. Just as stroking him, I started from his base; I began by licking underneath his cock and bringing my tongue right to the edge of the head, then repeating for the rest.

“Y/N!” Dan shouted, trying to wrestle with his restrained wrists, shocking me. I looked up at him, finally taking him into my mouth properly. Dan’s body slunk down into the office chair in release, pushing his cock further into my mouth than I had anticipated, causing me to gag slightly. Dan responded to the sound by moaning which was a chain reaction as I moaned alongside him. I carried on, moving my head down and taking him in fully as I deep-throated him; the gag-moan cycle continued. I finally moved back to his head and began to bob up and down, picking up my pace. Mine and Dan’s eyes never left one another and I watched them flutter down as his breathing begun to pace up, his cock in my mouth twitching. I pulled off of him before he could cum, causing him to whine but I payed no attention.

“Say my name. Tell me who owns you. Tell me whose going to make you cum baby boy.” I demanded him.

“You!” Dan responded in anger.

“I said, say my name. Say my name and you can cum.” I cooed, not fazed by his tone of voice or the fact he was trying excessively hard breakout of his restraint.

“Y/N! Y/N! You!” He whined.

I had broken him down, caused him to submit to me, the adrenaline that rushed through my body because of this making me exhilarated. I took him back into my mouth for the final time, placing a hand on his balls and playing with them as I finished him off.

Up, down. Up, down, Up, down.

Dan was a moaning, sweaty, breathless mess beneath me and couldn’t articulate the fact he was close. Instead, I was granted with a salty surprise as his cock twitched and released inside of me. I swallowed like the good girl I was and stood up, leaning down and kissing Dan deeply and passionately, ensuing he could taste himself on my tongue.

“Good boy.” I purred, pulling away from the kiss to softly bite down on his tongue.

Dan was struggling to regain his strength, so I pushed him forward slightly to take his belt off of his wrists without making him stand up. I kissed his cheek sweetly before leaving him to pull himself together, placing his belt on the desk so he knew where to find it when he wanted to go again.

White and Red

Originally posted by blood-and-passion

Pairing: IvarxReader
Rating: Explicit
Words: 3726
Warning: Smut

RequestThank you! I was thinking about Ivar being completely in love with YN who’s his total opposite, but they complete each other, always relying in one another. Just a romantic Ivar. What do you think?

Notes: Hey anon! Here’s your request. I really hope that you will like it and that it’s the Ivar you imagined. I’ve got a bit carried away with it and it came out way much longer than what I had planned but who’s complaining? I added a sex scene at the end, I hope it doesn’t bother you! Again, sorry if there’s any mistakes. Enjoy heathens!


You’ve always been the kind of girl who wears her heart on her sleeves. Always caring for everyone, and always here to help. You were well known for your kindness and your beauty and people loved you. You were the daughter of the blacksmith in Kattegat and your duty was to sell his products on the market. Your father’s work was really appreciated and the majority of the warriors came to you in order to buy their new weapons. That’s where you met the princes of Kattegat. You remembered the first time they showed up at your stall. Ubbe, Hvitserk and Sigurd were flirting with you and you blushed at every word they said. You were shy and not used to that. But the one who caught your attention was Ivar. 

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Destruction, In The Name Of Love [Damon Salvatore x Reader].

Originally posted by wonderlandgirlforever

Not my gif. Gif credit goes to the amazing creator.


Requested by: Anonymous

Request: Hey could you please do a Damon Salvatore one shot where the reader is a newly turned vampire and she has a crush on Damon but thinks he’s so massively in love w/ Elena cuz she’s like this perfect vampire? So like in the beginning her humanity is on but eventually she gets fed up and turns it off & reeks havoc? & like Damon was helping her adjust…hope that makes sense haha but yea in the end the end up together please? I also don’t mind whoever writes it. Both of u r great writers!

A/N: Oh goodness! There’s so much within this request and definitely a lot of places I can take this; which is really good! I’m so proud of this, I think it’s my best Damon one so far. Thanks so much for requesting, I hope you enjoy what I’ve come up with! Thanks also for your kind words, Admin Kat and I really appreciate them! - Admin Erika💖  


Title: Destruction, In The Name Of Love [Damon Salvatore x Reader].

Type of piece: Fic.

Pairings: Damon Salvatore x Reader, hints of Elena x Damon (the reader thinks they’re in love).

Word Count: 1,888 words.

Warnings: Thoughts of unrequited love, possible violence because of humanity being turned off, not much fluff, more angst but happy ending. (Let me know if I’ve forgotten anything, love’s.)

Disclaimer: I don’t own TVD but L. J. Smith does!


You looked after Damon, watching as he walked away, counting each step he took without consciously realising it. You sighed, a ball of tension settling deep in your gut as you once again reminded yourself that Damon was in love with Elena and could never fall in love with someone like you. There was no way that you could ever compare to someone like Elena; she was beautiful, smart, popular, and you were… well, you.

The tension in your gut moved, churning in your stomach and making you feel sick. It’d been so long since you’d acknowledged your feelings for Damon, and yet you still hadn’t come clean about them to him. You’d told Stefan, who had been sworn to secrecy on pain of spilling his embarrassing secrets. Stefan had told you to give it time, and you had. But how much time? You’d given it years, waiting for your feelings for Damon to die down, fizzle out, but they hadn’t. If anything, all you’d seen him go through had just solidified, strengthened your feelings for him. There was no end in sight for you.

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“Leap of Faith”

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: After hiking up a beautiful cliff overlooking the ocean, you confront Steve about why he hasn’t acted on his feelings for you.

Soundtrack:
“Castle on the Hill” (Ed Sheeran)
“Stronger” (Clean Bandit)
“On Our Way” (The Royal Concept)

A belated one for JinWoo, the master of taking leaps of faith.

A/N: This one has been in my queue for about a month, and I rewrote it yesterday after a horrible session of therapy. Forgive me for the bumps and mistakes, I’m still not used to writing for/about Steve. - j xx

“Whoa… This is beautiful..”

“Yeah, it is…” Steve breathes out, silenced by his awe of the view.

The isolated cliff you stand on sits tall, almost angrily, breathing in the salty air of the ocean below with small gasps. There’s a rocky edge that looms over the majestic sea, which spawns fantastic waves. Boasting a gradation of shades ranging from a peaceful sea green to a deep blue, the ocean dances the line between raging waters and a lulling calm.

The hike up to the high point had been a rather challenging one, but anyone who endures the hike is rewarded with with a stunning vista of the surrounding area. While the rest of the Avengers have chosen to frolic and relax on the beach, you and Steve toughed the upward hike and are treating your eyes to a view worthy of the gods.

Steve glances at the you with a small smile. “You okay, (Y/N)?”

“Peachy, Captain. Just peachy,” you sarcastically wheeze. You use the sleeve of your shirt -why on Earth did you wear a long sleeve on a hike?- to dab your forehead before shooting the blonde an infuriated look. “How are you not sweating? Does the serum also make you look like a model even after a six mile hike?”

Steve glances down at his body before shrugging. “The wind blew it off?” he weakly offers. The super soldier bursts into laughter as you dramatically roll your eyes at his answer. “Sorry, (Y/N). I probably should have warned you about this hike’s difficulty.”

“Mmhm, no wonder everyone else opted to skip the hike.” You take in a deep breath and allow yourself to bask in the warm sun and salty air. “But man, they’re really missing out,” you happily sigh.

“Yeah, they are…”

This time you glance at Steve, letting your eyes wander over his physique, which is fantastically showcased in his tight blue workout shirt. Your eyes return from its journey only to make eye contact with his brilliantly blue eyes. Knowing that he caught you ogling at him, Steve arches an eyebrow. You, shameless about your lustful admiration for his body, deviously bite your lower lip and wink.

“One day that look will get you in deep trouble,” Steve grumbles. He’s suddenly aware of how hot his face is and looks away, hoping the ocean air will cool him down.

“Too late, Captain. I’m already in too deep.”

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Avengers Preference: How You Meet

Steven Grant Rogers (Captain America):

I sighed as I continued to punch the punching bag, and I grit my teeth as I clenched my fist. This was so frustrating. Clint was officially the most annoying agent in S.H.I.E.L.D.

I closed my eyes as I tried to block out his voice, but he continued to tease me, “Hey, (Y/N). Did you fall into a pile of sugar? Because you’ve got one sweet ass!”

I groaned, and I face palmed. I heard Clint cracking up, and I glared at him.

“This is the training room, Bird Boy. Either train or leave!”

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Monsta X reacting to you feeling unconfident about your body.

Summary: How Monsta X would react to their partner telling them that they’re unconfident about their body.

A/N: Dealing with some body issues at the moment and needed some Monsta X comfort

[Remember, if you’re unconfident about yourself or need someone to talk, my inbox is always open~]


Shownu:
You walk into the bedroom and sit down on the bed next to him, a concerned look on your face. Shownu puts the book on the bedside table and looks at you, smiling at you. 

“Am I ugly?” You ask, genuinely meaning your words and looking down, squeezing your body fat. Shownu ironically laughs at your words and opens his arms. “Come here.” He says and you take the place on his lap, his arms wrapped around you. He places his head down on your shoulder and kisses it gently. “To me, you are more than perfect princess.”

Jooheon:
He’s sitting in his work room when he hears your violent sobs coming from the bathroom. He takes off his headphones and slowly walks through the apartment, worrying about you.

He opens the door to the bathroom half-way and peaks at you through the mirror, your redened eyes looking at him. He lets out a silent sigh before entering the bathroom and kneeling down in front of you. “I’m so disgusting. Why are you even dating me?” You whisper loud enough for him to hear. Jooheon laughs at your silly words and reaches out to wipe the wetness off your cheek before lifting your head slightly. 
“I’m dating you so we can be the most disgusting couple that exsists babygirl~” He answers, winking at you smugly.

Wonho:
When he walks into your shared apartment, he sees you looking at your reflection in the mirror, the remaining tears glistening on your flushed cheeks. You look at yourself with a disgusted expression, your eyes focused on your stomach fat. Wonho slowly walks over, wrapping his arms around your hips from behind and smiling at you from behind. “Tell me, Y/N. What’s bothering you?” He asks, knowing you’re upset.

You let out a deep, frustrating sigh and lock eyes with his. “Why are you dating this disgusting person when you can date so much more beautiful fans?” You ask, feeling tears starting to prickle your eyes again. Wonho kisses your ear gently and whispers into it “Because to me, you’re that perfect fan.”

Minhyuk:
You’re out for dinner on valentines day together when Minhyuk notices you barely even touching your food and just stabbing the meat with your knive.

You’re on your way back to your apartment, your fingers intertwined when he stops in his step. He has thought about your eating behavior all through the night and it was starting to worry him. He turns to look at you, his eyes glistening in the moon light. “Why did you stop eating?” He asks and you just shrug, cold to his words. “I’m already ugly enough.” You answer. Minhyuk pulls you closer, his words dropping by the harsh words that escape your lips. He shakes his head, feeling his heart ache. “Jagiya, please don’t ever call something you’re not. It might end up hurting more than it has to..”

Hyungwon:
He watches you muster your outfit in the shop, really liking the way it compliments your curves and when he’s about to compliment you on it, you turn to the sellswoman and ask her for a bigger size. “I think this makes me look even fatter.” You say, your cheeks burning with fire. 

His heart drops when he hears you admit your body insecurities for the first time and leans in closer, not being able to comprehent what you just said. On your way back, he pulled you closer to his body, tears filling his eyes. “If I had any idea about the way you feel about yourself, I’d have told you every morning what I truly think of you. That you’re the most breathtaking women I’ve ever come across.”

Kihyun:
You walk into the kitchen with an oversized hoodie and sweat pants and sit down across from him, hiding your face behind your hair and leaning down on the table. “Babe.” You say, gaining his attention. He looks at you lovingly. 
“What made you think that I’m the one?” You ask, your voice calm and quiet.

Kihyun thinks about it for a moment, seeing by your heartbreaking face that you’re worried about yourself. He places his large hand on top of yours and gently circles the back, smiling at you. “That you’re still the most sexy woman even in sweatpants and a large hoodie.”

I.M:
“God I’m fat.” You whisper, looking at your body in disgust and feeling anxiety raise inside of you. Changkyun looks up from his laptop, his eyes widening by your words. 

He quickly raises from his chair and walks over to you, shaking his head at you in the mirror. “If I told myself I’m ugly often enough, of course I’d believe it some day.” He explains, growling at you and rolling his eyes. “And also, if you’re actually fat, would I be able to do this?” He asks, picking you up and spinning you around.

Love, Youngmi~

Thunderstorms || BF!Jimin || DRABBLE

gif is not mine

Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: Language (i guess?)

Description: In which thunderstorms make you feel feeble, fragile, and frightened – but Park Jimin shows you how to love them a little more.

Request: hellooo, i know people are busy with their lives but i can’t help think how cute bf!jm would be when his gf is scared of storms. like he would comfort her and try to make her laugh and aw !! thankss

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Teach me how to dance with you (800 followers!)

Originally posted by andwebegin

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Steve x reader

Warnings: ANGST, little bit of fluff, talk of miscarriage.

Word count: 2.222 (hell yeah)

Summary: Steve’s away for another mission and you fall apart. There’s a secret that has been weighing on your shoulders for way too long and you have no idea how much longer you can keep it from Steve.

A/N: 800 FREAKING FOLLOWERS OMG!

A/N without the caps: This is part one to a very random series of mine. It’s based on the song “Teach me how to dance with you” by Causes.

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