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Ever think about being Harry’s date to an award show?

He’s so excited telling you that he’s been invited to the Oscars and that he wants you to come with him. But when you remind him that of course he’s invited, he’s nominated, he just laughs and shakes his head, mumbling, “Oh, right, forgot about tha’.”   

He insists on buying you the prettiest outfit, setting up countless appointments with your favorite designers. And he’d attend every one, showering you with compliments after every change. But you know you’ve got a winner when his jaw unhinges, tongue lolling to the side as he takes in the way the fabric hugs your every curve, the color compliments your skin tone, and how the style is so quintessentially you

In the car, he can’t keep his hands off you, though he’s careful not to muss your hair or smear your makeup. At first, you try to keep him from pawing at you, but you have to admit his blue polka dotted Gucci suit fits him exquisitely, and the way he’s left the top few buttons of the pale blue shirt gaping to give a peek of his strong chest has you swooning. Your resolve melts half way to the theater after you whimper a why and he answers, “I’ve got no control around yeh in this dress, kitten.” So Harry and you take turns placing kisses in concealable spots, delicately slipping fingers beneath clothes to feel each other without ruffling or creasing the fabric. 


But that doesn’t mean the both of you aren’t flushed from exertion when it’s time to exit the car and walk the carpet. 

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Thranduil’s Talented Tongue - Thranduil x Reader

This Thranduil x Reader fanfic is based on the above imagine by @elven-nicknacks.

And believe me, the king takes his obligations very seriously. So better be prepared for some steamy action with Thranduil’s talented tongue.

I decided to take this one-shot towards a teasing side and include some very light bondage. But admit it, dominant and in control Thrandy is just absolutely irresistible. So I hope you enjoy your time with the King of Smirkwood ;). And I am definitely not sorry for the smut, the queen deserves a loving treatment from her king.

You can also find this one-shot on AO3.

Length: 3.986 words

Disclaimer:
I do not own Thranduil (unfortunately), nor any of the other characters from Tolkien’s Middle-earth. I do not make any money with this, this is purely for entertainment.

Thranduil’s Talented Tongue

With an exasperated sigh you slammed the door shut behind you, the wood creaking dangerously on its hinges. You were fuming and in a bad temper. „Ah! Those endless meetings!“ you grumbled to yourself, cursing under your breath as you fought to unfasten your cloak. „They drag on forever. Can they not spare the king for one evening?“

You stomped towards the bed and kicked off your slippers seeing with satisfaction as they bounced off the bedpost. „Why do I need to do without him and go to bed alone? They are all just boring officials with boring reports about boring things.“ 

You flung your cloak into the furthermost corner of the room and threw yourself onto the soft bed, enjoying the springy feeling as you bounced up and down softly with the momentum of your body’s motions. A naughty smile dawned on your face as you were reminded of all the other times the bed had bounced and shaken vigorously those countless times when Thranduil had made love to you there. He was such a passionate lover, tireless and ever striving to please you, his queen. You loved his playfulness and the fact that you could instil in him such desire that he would eventually cast away his self-restraint and do all those unspeakable things to you, his kisses burning on your skin, their imprint remaining on your body as a delicious memory. Just thinking about what he did to you sent flashes of heat through your body and you could feel your core begging to be caressed by his hands as they wandered all over your body just to find the spot that longed to be touched the most.

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Meet the Women of the Foxhole Court (2/7) » Renee Walker (Goalkeeper, #9) 

The Foxes’ senior goalkeeper had bright white hair cut to her chin. The bottom two inches of her hair were dyed in alternating pastel colors. It was interesting enough to warrant a second look, but downright odd when paired with her scant make-up, conservative clothes, and delicate silver cross necklace.

❝ I Promise... ❞

Plot: You’re being bullied at your school but rapmon doesn’t know, but when one day he decides to surprise you and pick you up, he sees you get bullied and saves you

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Words count: 1,8k+

Genre: Angst and fluff

For anon, I hope you like it! 

-kyu.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

Originally posted by yoonseok

Is there anything that’s perfect? Body, grades, life? This was something that weighed heavy on your mind. It wasn’t something odd to think about at your age but it was something weird to be thinking off around 2am in the morning. Turning for the for nth time, you finally drifted to sleep but was pulled out of your sleep by the sound of your alarm clock. Your daily routine kicked in which involved; brushing teeth, bathing, getting dressed, sorting out hair and then looking at your phone for your morning message.

From Joonie

Have fun at school today baby. I will see you later at the studio. Love you lots.

‘School…’ You sigh heavily as you look at the purplish bruise on your inner arm, ‘How fun.’

Getting on the bus, you sank deep into your seat and put on your earphones. The calming music vibrated into your ears as you looked out the window at the moving scenery. The morning bus drives were always your favourite thing during the day, apart from seeing Namjoon. Tapping your finger melodically on your thigh, you felt your earphones begin ripped out.

Here we go, The thought rang through your mind.

‘Morning brat.’ A familiar voice sneered, ‘Did you sleep well?’

‘Y-yes, Jihoon.’ You stutter, looking down in your lap.

‘Speak louder you idiot! Someone of us aren’t used to mouse talk.’ Lee Jihoon, your classmate and personal bully, asked.

‘Yes!’ Your voice more firm.

‘Ooooo look at that, little miss mouse has a bite.’ Jihoon pushed your head, resulting in it hitting the widow slightly as the bus came to a stop, ‘Well see you later mouse.’

Grabbing your things, you all but ran out the bus. Truth be told, you hated attending school, well just the current one you were attending at the moment. You never understood why you were bullied, you never bothered anyone. You did as you were told and moved on with life. Rubbing your head, you bumped into someone which caused you too freeze

‘Jihoon?’ The voice asked and instantly calmed you down.

‘Do you even have to ask.’ You sigh looking up at your best friend, Yerim.

‘I don’t understand why you don’t just report them, Y/N.’ She huffed.

‘Because if I do that then they will be more angry.’ You reasoned, looking at the bruise in your inner wrist.

‘Has Namjoon seen that?’ Yerim asked with a raised brow.

‘No and he will never see it.’ You pull down your jersey sleeve and walked to class.

The bruise was given to you a few days ago by Jihoon and his band of misfits. It was still slightly sore but only when force was used by that hand. One would say it was unethical for a boy to bully a girl, but it wasn’t just him. Within the group there were four girls who made your life a living hell. Peace couldn’t even be achieved in the bathroom because they would be around.

From Joonie

Was the bus ride fun?

To Joonie

Same old same old, could have been better.

From Joonie

Are you okay, babe? You sound offish.

To Joonie

I am okay baby, I have to go to class. See you later ^^

Locking your phone, you slipped it into your backpack to only hear a snicker behind you, ‘How cute. Busy telling the boyf about your day?’

‘Yes.’ Your response short as you tried to walk pass them but only to be shoved into the wall.

‘Hey hold up, what’s the rush buttercup?’ Seunghee asked, ‘It must be so burdensome to be a student while your boyfriend is already an adult. Talk about being a babysitter.’ The others laughed at the comment, ‘Are you sure he isn’t paid by your parents to look after you, so you don’t  go running into moving traffic?’

Just then the bell rang and you bolted from the scene before they could rip into you anymore. Tears threatened to fall from your eyes as you sat in class. The day dragged with lessons and hourly bully checks. Eventually the final bell rang and you were on the bus towards Namjoon. Getting off you sighed, you were exhausted mentally and physically. Your back still hurt from being thrown into the wall earlier.

‘Babe!’ Your prince beamed.

‘Hey Joonie.’ You smile as he came to hug you, you just placed your hand on his chest, ‘Ahhh no hugs.’

‘What?’ Why?’ He asked with a raised brow? ‘I haven’t seen you all day.’

He pouted at the rejection while a little chuckle left your lips, ‘I hmmmm just had gym so I am all sweaty. Do you want a sweaty hug?’

‘It’s not like I haven’t been sweaty with you before.’ A naughty grimace spread upon his face as the dimples appeared.

‘Namjoon!’ You hit his chest playfully to only wince at the pain that shot up your arm, ‘Ahh!’

‘What?’ He grabbed your arm, ‘Baby are you okay?’

‘No no, just my wrist.’

‘Are you hurt?’

He was about to lift your sleeve before you ripped it from his touch, ‘No it’s nothing. I am sure I just hit you in a weird manner. Probably from those sculpted pecks.’

‘Ha ha ha, very funny,’ He now held your clothed wrist delicately, placing a soft kiss on it, ‘Are you sure you okay?’

‘My wrist is fine.’ You reassured.

He took your face in his hands and caressed your cheeks with his thumbs, ‘I am talking about you in general, not your wrist baby girl. You have been very offish for the past few days. Is everything good? Home? School?’ He looked deep into your eyes, ‘You know you can tell me anything, Y/N.’

At that moment you wanted to spill everything out to him. You wanted to scream out your irritations and frustrations to the world. But you rather not tell him. He was your boyfriend, not your counsellor. Sighing, you placed a delicate kiss on his lips before breaking apart and giving him the biggest smile you could ever muster.

‘I am okay, baby.’ You said for the nth time, ‘But I have to go home now.’

‘But you just got here!’ He whined.

‘I have tons of school work.’ You stated, ‘I am sorry. But I will see you this weekend, okay?’

‘Why not tomorrow?’

‘I might finish late and I rather not take the bus.’

With that, you said your goodbyes and split ways. Truth be the matter, you just didn’t want to tell him you might be late due to the issues at school because he would want to know why and all that. Arriving at home, you took some meds and went straight to bed. The evening sky was quickly replaced with the morning one. Soon the daily routine kicked in. Bus bullying, scolding from best friend but you tired your best avoiding your offenders.

Walking, you suddenly tripped due to someone, ‘Some would say you are avoiding us Y/N-ah.’

‘And we don’t like being avoided.’ Seunghee added, bending down and tilting your chin up, ‘I’m sure you are used to that feeling though.’

‘Wh-why are you all doing this?’ Your voice cracked, a car pulling up in the parking lot a few feet away.

‘Ahhhh it’s fun?’ Jihoon questioned, a person emerging from the sleek car and walking towards the group of people, ’Does that qualify as a viable answer?’

‘I would say so.’ Another chuckled, ‘Unless you want a soppy answer. Do you want a soppy answer?’

You remained silent, ‘Well do you?!’

‘Y-yes.’ Your voice shook at the force in Seunghee’s question.

‘Look at that, she is actually talking back.’ She pushed you down before standing up.

Your body was in pain. Your back still ached from yesterday and your wrist was on fire due to having to hold yourself up. Picking yourself up, you no longer lay down but sat up straight and looked up towards them. They were once your friends, people you cared about when you were younger but something changed. You weren’t sure and you knew they would never tell you because they left you all alone. Attending school with the people you once cared for was something that was the toughest for you.

‘What? All talk and no bark?’ Jihoon sneered.

‘Maybe she needs a lesson, Hoon-ah.’ Seunghee urged.

‘Or maybe you all need a hit in the head.’ A voice broke the conversation, causing your heart to sink into your chest and them to turn their heads towards the person.

’N-namjoon?’ You asked.

‘Get the fuck away from Y/N!’ Your boyfriend threatened.

‘And what if we don’t?’ Jihoon stood up from himself, ‘Not like you can do anything about it, ahjussi.’

Before Namjoon could make a logical thought in his head, his first went ramming into the younger males face. Jihoon flew to the floor due to the impact that was applied to his cheek, ‘The next person to talk ill towards me gets something way worse then that punch, do you hear me?’

‘Y-yes.’ The others stuttered.

‘I am your senior and elder, show some respect you punks!’ He spat, ‘Next time I see anyone of you around Y/N or even looking at her, I will personally end you. Understood?’ They all nodded, ‘Now beat it before things get ugly.’

With shuffled footwork, they ran down the halls as you tried to get up, ‘Ah..AH!’

‘Wait wait baby,’ He picked you up in bridal style, ‘Let me help you.’

‘What are you doing here?’ You asked as he placed you down on a bench, and took a seat.

‘I wanted to come fetch you since you said you didn’t wanna take the late bus, and it’s a good thing I did,’ He looked at you, ‘What was all that?’

‘Nothing, just friends being friends.’

‘Y/N, I maybe a few years out of school but I ain’t that old to know that those weren’t friends. Are you being bullied?’

‘I would say casual teasing.’ You said softly.

‘Casual teasing doesn’t have one on the floor, thats called physical assault.’ He corrected, ‘Why didn’t you tell me?’

‘I don’t know…’ The lie seemed to sound more real then anything.

‘So suffering in silence was your best option?’ He asked with a raised brow, ‘Listen to me Y/N Y/L/N, I am your boyfriend.’

‘Exactly you are my boyf-’

‘A boyfriend that wants to protect and keep you safe. I can’t do that when you keep things from me, so promise me something.’

‘What?’

‘Promise me you will tell me anything that is troubling you. Whether its friends, family or life. I need to know because what if I didn’t come at the time that I did, imagine what would have happened?! How could I live with myself knowing that something like that happened right under my nose-’

Namjoon was shut up by your soft lips on his. Within seconds, his plump ones kissed you back with the utter most delicate touch. Enveloping yours, you placed a hand on his knee and gave it a reassign squeeze before pulling apart and pressing your foreheads together and whispering softly.

‘I promise…’

RISING & VENUS: FASHION
  • ARIES
  • Aries Venus: Probably likes to look edgy or tough. Is drawn to black clothes. Might not enjoy seeming formal. Won't be that into accessories. Likes wearing make-up.
  • Taurus Venus: May enjoy natural fabrics. Prizes comfort over the way they look. Probably likes wearing jewellery and bright, rich shades of red and brown.
  • Gemini Venus: Likes red clothes, probably enjoys small or tight clothes. Enjoys accessories. Will emphasise jewellery, hair, and cosmetics, especially nail polish.
  • Cancer Venus: Is probably drawn to grey or black clothes. Might like loose clothes. Will probably want to display cleavage. Likes wearing eye make-up.
  • Leo Venus: Loves the colour red, also likes gold. Wants to wear clothes that display their figure at its best. Might like band T-shirts. Likes doing their hair.
  • Virgo Venus: Will probably really like wearing black. May appear 'tough chic'. Likes wearing form-fitting or backless dresses. Might use a lot of perfume.
  • Libra Venus: Likes wearing dark pink or gold, probably likes clothes that are both comfortable and stylish. Has an obsession with fashion. Likes make-up.
  • Scorpio Venus: Probably adores the colour black and may really like appearing slim-look clothes. May like wearing eyeliner or lipstick. May like tattoos.
  • Sagittarius Venus: Is probably not very interested in fashion. Doesn't usually have a particular favourite colour. Probably cares more about hair than clothes.
  • Capricorn Venus: Probably likes wearing the colour black. Is fairly comfortable with formal-wear. May use foundation, concealer, toner, or cleanser.
  • Aquarius Venus: Unlikely to care about fashion, probably wears humorous tees or band shirts. Likes black and dark purple. Might have messy hair.
  • Pisces Venus: Wants to be naturally attractive, so not too fussed about fashion. Likes to wear 'tough' black boots or trainers. Attends a lot to their eyes.
  • TAURUS
  • Aries Venus: Probably doesn't like fashion much. Wants to wear dark brown or possibly black clothes. Emphasis on skincare regime and perhaps jewellery or cosmetics.
  • Taurus Venus: Wears flowing or comfortable clothes, may be concerned with their origin. Cares more about the aesthetic of their appearance than fashion statements.
  • Gemini Venus: Might like slightly old-fashioned clothes. Enjoys the colours orange and yellow. Is probably very interested in jewellery and eye make-up.
  • Cancer Venus: Likes rolling clothes that emphasise the bust and hips. Probably prefers to wear their hair loose. Doesn't really like wearing much cosmetics.
  • Leo Venus: Probably loves gold or gold-brown colours. Cares a lot about fashion and the aesthetics of their appearance. Likely to have very beautiful hair.
  • Virgo Venus: Will like to wear solid, formal clothes in earthy colours. Probably cares a lot about the practicality of clothes. Loves understated jewellery.
  • Libra Venus: Has almost a fear of being aesthetically unattractive. Probably likes to put emphasis on their hips. Might like wearing skirts instead of trousers.
  • Scorpio Venus: Might worry a lot about the ethics of their clothes. Has a very independent, maybe unfashionable, style. Likely to adore eye make-up.
  • Sagittarius Venus: Style which might be described as 'hippy'. Likes wearing golds, dark reds, and browns. Might emphasize hair and skin in their outfits.
  • Capricorn Venus: Probably don't care about fashion at all. Likes to wear quite neat clothes; probably likes the colour brown. Really dislikes wearing jewellery.
  • Aquarius Venus: Might like the colour green. Probably wears quite eccentric or different clothes. Is likely to wear very nice, aesthetically pleasing cosmetics.
  • Pisces Venus: Loves wearing flowing clothes and likes to be perceived as 'different' or 'a hippy'. Probably really likes the colour green. Has lovely hair.
  • GEMINI
  • Aries Venus: Might have an 'indie' style and wears tight or black clothes. Probably wears short-sleeved or strapped tops. May adore jewellery and cosmetics.
  • Taurus Venus: Probably loves to show off their neck and collarbones. Wears quite versatile and practical clothes a lot of them. Likes long, 'hippy' jewellery.
  • Gemini Venus: Probably wears bright colours, especially gold or silver. Is quite eccentric or alternative with clothes. Can adore nail polish, bracelets, and rings.
  • Cancer Venus: Is likely to be quite risque sometimes, and especially enjoys wearing low necklines. Likes silver and bright blue. Wears a lot of eyeliner.
  • Leo Venus: Might be very fashionable and loves wearing gorgeous, 'now', clothes. Might like the colour gold. Probably has perfect hair, cosmetics, and jewellery.
  • Virgo Venus: Likes wearing tight clothes and is good at choosing formal-wear. Probably prefers skirts and dressers to trousers. Has very neat, well-done hair.
  • Libra Venus: Has a very gorgeous, 'pretty' style. Might like wearing a lot of pink and white. Is likely to have very beautiful, soft or curly hair and adore lipstick.
  • Scorpio Venus: Is probably very into alternative clothes, and especially likes revealing clothes. Might wear a lot of black. Enjoys using excessive make-up.
  • Sagittarius Venus: A very adventurous, exciting style, probably focussing on a lot of gold. Expresses their interests through clothes. Wears lots of nail polish.
  • Capricorn Venus: Probably likes wearing shorts or skinny trousers to expose their legs. Likes wearing versatile and practical clothes. Has lovely teeth.
  • Aquarius Venus: Is very individual with fashion, yet still makes it work. Probably likes wearing humorous tees, or tight jeans. Has an obsession with eyeliner.
  • Pisces Venus: Is generally very focussed on shoes. Is likely to like shiny, fun, bright, or 'weird' colours. Probably really likes wearing lipstick and necklaces.
  • CANCER
  • Aries Venus: Has a very alternative, maybe dark, style. Probably says they don't like fashion but is actually very good at it. Might like to expose their cleavage.
  • Taurus Venus: Likes to wear necklaces and low necklines. May emphasise the bust and hips. Likes to wear very aesthetically pleasing, flowing clothes.
  • Gemini Venus: Might not have much interest in fashion or be much affected by these placements. Probably likes dark grey, dark blue, black, and white. Likes eyeliner.
  • Cancer Venus: Probably adores light blues, silvers, and whites. Loves to wear loose and 'beautiful' clothes, likes to be formal. May like to wear lots of jewellery.
  • Leo Venus: Probably doesn't like wearing high necklines, long sleeves, or low-hemmed shirts. Very proud of their style. Enjoys wearing their hair loose.
  • Virgo Venus: A very neatly pretty style, probably loves formal wear and is likely to wear a lot of monochrome. Is self-conscious of their chest. Wears nail varnish.
  • Libra Venus: Probably really likes wearing white, and might enjoy sweet and girly styles. Likes flowing clothes, is very into fashion. Wears a lot of lipstick.
  • Scorpio Venus: Is likely scorn fashion, but gravitates towards dark and loose clothes. Appreciates 'true beauty'. Likes eye make-up and silver jewellery.
  • Capricorn Venus: Might not be interested in clothes, but prefers them dark. Wears a lot of tight trousers. May have a fixation on hair, teeth, and nails.
  • Aquarius Venus: Probably wears lots of blue and silver, and loose clothes. Doesn't really care about fashion, but about looking 'beautiful'. Likes jewellery.
  • Pisces Venus: Gravitates towards delicate, pretty, or vintage clothes - likes blue, silver, white, and turquoise. Might paint their nails. Loves eye make-up.
  • LEO SUN
  • Aries Venus: Wants to look chic and edgy - adores black and gold. Is probably very stylish, maybe alternative. Might wear a lot of cosmetics and chunky jewellery.
  • Taurus Venus: Probably loves the colour gold, and likes wearing lots of gold necklaces or maybe thick, warm scarves. Might have lovely hair. Emphasis on skincare.
  • Gemini Venus: So well-dressed they're blinding to look at. Very fashionable and on-trend. Will usually adore doing their make-up and hair perfectly, and jewellery.
  • Cancer Venus: Probably likes soft or flowing clothes in gold or silver. Pursues traditional beauty. Loves styling their hair and might dye it blonde or gold.
  • Leo Venus: Often wears skimpy, summery clothes. Might pursue fashion almost obsessively. Probably loves wearing massive sunglasses and bright lipstick.
  • Virgo Venus: Adores tight clothes, especially shirts, in very stylish, complementing colours. May obsess over formal wear. Probably wishes their hair was darker.
  • Libra Venus: Has a very delicate style, maybe centering around gold and white. Might like floral or vintage pieces. Is very focussed on having perfect make-up.
  • Scorpio Venus: Wants a very edgy and rebellious style. Probably wears lots of black, with gold jewellery. Adores cat-like eye make-up and having perfect skin.
  • Sagittarius Venus: Is probably very into bright colours, especially gold or orange. Likes to wear their own style of clothes. Enjoys doing their hair.
  • Capricorn Venus: Has a very shiny and professional style. In informal situations, likes to show off their legs. Probably dislikes jewellery but likes make-up.
  • Aquarius Venus: Grabs attention with bright clothes and likely to dye their hair. Really likes wearing high-heels. If they wear a lot of make-up, eyebrow focus.
  • Pisces Venus: Soft and girlish clothes, might choose yellow and pale gold. Probably likes wearing dresses and skirts. Has less of a focus on cosmetics and hair.
  • VIRGO SUN
  • Aries Venus: Probably wears black or dark red clothes and may like skinny jeans. Is into jackets and dislikes soft fabrics. Won't really tend to like jewellery much.
  • Taurus Venus: Likes soft earthy colours: brown, grey, and green. Might care an awful lot about how they look and sometimes copy others. Has lovely, neat hair.
  • Gemini Venus: Might like wearing quite 'respectable' clothes, tending to prefer formal-wear. Probably likes wearing rich browns and muted golds. Lots of cosmetics.
  • Cancer Venus: Has a very typically beautiful style with a lot of formal, elegant greys. Might like exposing their back, collarbones, or cleavage. Likes smoky eyes.
  • Leo Venus: Is very fashionable and hates to go out poorly dressed. Prefers form-fitting or tight clothes, dislikes lighter colours. Probably adores ear-rings.
  • Virgo Venus: Has a very modest style and dislikes showing much skin. Is very professional, preferring dark or monochrome colours. Might dislike jewellery.
  • Libra Venus: Usually gorgeously dressed with a lot of white, silver, or pale grey. Tends to wear lovely shoes. Has well-done make-up and beautiful hairstyles.
  • Scorpio Venus: Probably adores black and edgy or tight clothes. Is nervous about showing skin and likes to appear neat. Might have a thing for silver jewellery.
  • Sagittarius Venus: Doesn't slave to fashion, wants to find their own 'beauty'. May like wearing dark browns, russets, and creams. Might not much like cosmetics.
  • Capricorn Venus: Loves to wear neat, professional clothes or appear smart and well-dressed. Likes grey or brown. Probably has really nice hair, teeth, and skin.
  • Aquarius Venus: Is not very fashion-focussed, but does adore silver. Will like heels and tight trousers: puts focus on the legs and calves. Might dislike make-up.
  • Pisces Venus: Probably really likes soft silvers, greys, and maybe light blue. Much prefers skirts to trousers. Might be very focussed on styling their hair.
  • LIBRA
  • Aries Venus: Probably likes wearing tight trousers or short skirts. May be drawn to high-heeled shoes. Is very particular about make-up, usually wears dark purple and red cosmetics.
  • Taurus Venus: Has a very flowing, relaxed style. Probably wears a lot of white. Adores having nice hair (usually prefers it loose) and might spend a long time adjusting their hair.
  • Gemini Venus: Lots of pinks and whites. Is probably very focussed on fashion, style, and looking their best. Wears a lot of make-up and hair products but not much jewellery.
  • Cancer Venus: Tends to like formal wear and slim-fit garments. Loves white and pastel colours. Will put a lot of emphasis on the bust and hips and might idealise hourglass figures.
  • Leo Venus: Is very fashionable and never misses a trend. Is probably drawn to gold or rose-gold as colours. Usually has very beautiful hair and really hates to neglect their hair.
  • Virgo Venus: Doesn't show much skin. Will wear quite delicate, pretty, and formal clothes. Might spend a lot of time on make-up and cosmetics, but probably dislikes jewellery.
  • Libra Venus: Adores fashion and may have a typically feminine expression of style. Probably puts a lot of thought into colour, but shape too. Prefers skirts and dresses.
  • Scorpio Venus: Might be very teasing with showing flesh. Probably wears very elegant, stylish clothes. Will tend to wear a lot of simple, attractive jewellery.
  • Sagittarius Venus: Probably puts a lot of effort into how they look, but follows their own style. Is particularly drawn to jewellery and trinkets. Might wear revealing clothes.
  • Capricorn Venus: Has a very clean and put-together style, probably revolves around white and pale grey. Hates showing flesh. Loves to wear tight trousers or skirts.
  • Aquarius Venus: Probably wears a lot of white and light blue. Might have a thing for high-heeled shoes. May be tangential with clothes and wears unexpected yet gorgeous outfits.
  • Pisces Venus: A very delicate, perhaps childish, and certainly feminine outfit. Probably likes wearing flat shoes. Loves to wear eye make-up, lipstick, and to paint their nails.
  • SCORPIO
  • Aries Venus: Probably likes black clothes a lot. Might want to wear ripped or punk-ish styles as they enjoy standing out from the crowd and are drawn to rebellion. Adores eye make-up.
  • Taurus Venus: Doesn't really listen to fashion and cares more about their own personal aesthetic and the ethics of clothes. Is drawn to dark reds and rich browns. Wears little cosmetics.
  • Gemini Venus: Might wear quite skimpy or revealing clothes and especially hates long sleeves. Probably likes band T-shirts and following their own interests. Wears very precise make-up.
  • Cancer Venus: Is probably attracted to loose, flowing, and maybe slightly teasing clothes. Likes black and silver. Probably likes wearing a lot of mascara and eye-shadow.
  • Leo Venus: Might be quite naturally stylish without attending to trends. Probably really likes revealing clothes and the colour red. May be drawn to dramatic make-up.
  • Virgo Venus: Is likely to be quite modest with clothing and definitely prefers darker colours. Might shun fashion to the public ear. Will probably shy away from excessive jewellery.
  • Libra Venus: Will want to wear short skirts or tight trousers and tends to unconsciously follow fashion. Likes cerise and may wear a lot of it. Drawn to lip products especially.
  • Scorpio Venus: Might talk a lot about scorn of fashion, but is actually very stylish. Is probably quite rebellious and may have piercings, tattoos, or dyed hair. Likes wearing black.
  • Sagittarius Venus: Can be quite adventurous with clothing and probably wears band T-shirts. In general they don't follow trends. Is drawn to the eyes and gives them lots of attention.
  • Capricorn Venus: Definite focus on practicality with clothing. Is probably drawn to dark, modest, and form-fitting items. Will probably care more about hair, teeth, skin, and nails.
  • Aquarius Venus: Is likely to want to wear clothes that reflect their interests and can be very versatile. Probably likes dark blue. Might paint their nails or wear simple jewellery.
  • Pisces Venus: Definitely not very into fashion. Tends to wear simple garments which might be effortlessly pretty. May not like wearing shoes or clothes which restrict the feet.
  • SAGITTARIUS
  • Aries Venus: Is likely to be very rebellious and probably follow an alternative fashion style. Might wear a lot of jewellery or dyed hair and might be drawn to tattoos.
  • Taurus Venus: Takes inspiration from nature for what they wear and cares a lot about ethics. May like wearing henna or jewellery. Probably likes the colour gold a lot.
  • Gemini Venus: Is likely to wear tight or possibly revealing clothes. Probably adores bracelets and bangles. Is very likely to dye their hair or give lots of attention to it.
  • Cancer Venus: Is attracted to loose, flowing clothes and pale colours. Might like exposing or emphasising cleavage. Probably likes wearing necklaces and lots of eyeliner.
  • Leo Venus: More drawn to pursuing individual beauty than societal standards of fashion. Might like the colour gold or golden jewellery. Will probably enjoy wearing make-up.
  • Virgo Venus: Likes to wear versatile clothes but is repulsed by untidy clothing or hair. Probably wears dark clothes. May sometimes surprise others with attention-grabbing outfits.
  • Libra Venus: Very into flowing clothes and loves to wear very beautiful garments that others won't expect. Passionate about the ethics and meaning of clothes. Likes jewellery.
  • Scorpio Venus: Is probably very rebellious and doesn't care what others think. Might like tattoos or piercings. Will wear what they feel comfortable in and is drawn to red.
  • Sagittarius Venus: Can sometimes be described as 'hippy'. Tends to follow specific, alternative styles. Likes to wear revealing clothes and may like jewellery or henna.
  • Capricorn Venus: Thinks the versatility of clothes is what's more important. Is drawn to blouses and the colour white. Inexplicably adores short skirts when it comes to it.
  • Aquarius Venus: Very relaxed about their clothing. Likes to reflect themselves, rather than what others thing, with their style. Probably likes wearing trainers and loose clothes.
  • Pisces Venus: Likes to wear exciting and beautiful clothes. Probably dislikes wearing shoes. Adores jewellery such as pendants or charms and is likely to be drawn to henna.
  • CAPRICORN SUN
  • Aries Venus: Probably drawn to rebellion and hates to follow trends. Might like wearing skinny jeans. Is likely to spend a lot of time doing their hair and likes silver jewellery.
  • Taurus Venus: Very earthy colours like brown and green are their favourites. Likes wearing versatile or practical clothes. Probably dislikes wearing their hair up.
  • Gemini Venus: Hates wearing impractical clothes. Will like wearing quite elegant colours and may be drawn to formal wear. Feels restricted by long sleeves or tight trousers.
  • Cancer Venus: Has a very elegant, subtle style and definitely prefers formal clothes. Is drawn to pale grey and white. May spend a lot of time on make-up, especially around the eyes.
  • Leo Venus: Probably spends a lot of time deciding what to wear. Is a slave to trends and always wants to look fashionable. Has lovely hair, likes cosmetics and sunglasses.
  • Virgo Venus: A very clean and practical sense of style. Is probably drawn to monochrome colours. Might like wearing suits and very formal clothes, feels uncomfortable in casual wear.
  • Libra Venus: Definitely likes wearing white and maybe cream. Probably prefers wearing knee-length skirts and dresses to most other things. Spends a lot of time on hair and make-up.
  • Scorpio Venus: Is probably a rebel and might wear a lot of black. Doesn't like people to think they're interested in fashion. Probably has really nice teeth and nice legs.
  • Sagittarius Venus: Has a very odd style which is difficult to predict. Definitely prefers shorter skirts and trousers. Probably likes to wear scarves, shawls, and wrap-arounds.
  • Capricorn Venus: A formal and practical style that revolves around monochromes and browns. Always looks beautiful and very put-together. Puts a lot of emphasis on skincare.
  • Aquarius Venus: Probably doesn't care much about fashion. Likes practical clothes that reflect their interests. On formal occasions, wears shorter dresses, tights and heels.
  • Pisces Venus: Likes to wear neat, doll-like dresses and simple jewellery. Probably likes wearing pumps and might be shoe-obsessed. Won't like wearing trousers or very long skirts.
  • AQUARIUS
  • Aries Venus: Might like band T-shirts and clothes that reflect their interests. Probably quite punky. Might not enjoy wearing jewellery or make-up or styling their hair.
  • Taurus Venus: Really likes greens and blues. Probably wears a lot of necklaces, but not much other jewellery. Doesn't follow trends and would rather find their own kind of beauty.
  • Gemini Venus: May really like the colour white and is drawn to bracelets and wristbands. Most people don't expect them to be as stylish as they are. Is quite quirky and fun.
  • Cancer Venus: Is drawn to most shades of blue and maybe turquoise, as well as silver and grey. Doesn't follow fashion at all. Loves high-heels and can be breathtakingly beautiful.
  • Leo Venus: Has an eccentric and fun style and is drawn to bright colours. Probably has great hair. Isn't likely to ever want to wear flat shoes at all, except sometimes trainers.
  • Virgo Venus: Likes whites, greys, and blues. Wears very practical and versatile clothes. May feel restricted by a lot of clothes and dislikes long trousers or long-sleeved shirts.
  • Libra Venus: Hardly ever wears socks and is very picky about their shoes. Can make anything look stylish. Doesn't like things which are too tight or showy around the hips.
  • Scorpio Venus: Is absolutely gorgeous without even trying, fashion-wise. Might really like silver jewellery and likes high heels. Adores band T-shirts and making a statement.
  • Sagittarius Venus: Very adventurous and fun and probably doesn't actually care much about fashion. Loves bright colours and fun clothes. Probably likes wearing short skirts.
  • Capricorn Venus: Is drawn to the colour grey. Wears very practical, versatile clothes and maybe band T-shirts. For formal occasions, can't go out without heels.
  • Aquarius Venus: Definitely not that into fashion. Likes clothes that reflect their interests and show who they are. Prefers to be very casual with the way they dress.
  • Pisces Venus: Probably adores the colours blue, purple, and turquoise. Likes wearing short skirts. Is very creative and imaginative with the clothes they choose to wear.
  • PISCES
  • Aries Venus: Actually very fashionable, which most people don't expect. Likes bright colours and is quite goofy with clothes. Is attracted to jewellery, hair, and make-up.
  • Taurus Venus: Has a very pretty and cute style. Probably likes wearing whites and light greens. Is drawn to creative clothes, and worries about the ethics of what they wear.
  • Gemini Venus: Probably likes wearing bright or pastel colours and is very inventive with style. Prefers skirts and is fussy about shoes. Loves short sleeves, bangles, and nail polish.
  • Cancer Venus: Might wear a lot of blue and has quite a mellow style. Loves white and silver. Wears a lot of lace, satin, and other delicate fabrics, as they have a very feminine style.
  • Leo Venus: Prefers bright colours and like wearing crop-tops. Wears quite unique clothes and probably wears a lot of jewellery. Is drawn to short skirts and dresses.
  • Virgo Venus: Likes wearing clothes in a delicate, feminine, and innocent style, especially white dresses. Might be drawn to a very vintage style. Prefers high-heels and formal-wear.
  • Libra Venus: Puts a lot of effort into their clothes and is very feminine. Probably likes to be quite cutesy. Wears a lot of charms, pendants, and prefers skirts / dresses to trousers.
  • Scorpio Venus: Has a charming sense of style which can be quite formal. Is quite a modest dresser and enjoys wearing jewellery. Pays a lot of attention to eyes and eye make-up.
  • Sagittarius Venus: Doesn't listen to fashion at all and loves to be a 'hippy'. Wears a lot of necklaces and long skirts and prefers bare feet. Cares about the ethics of their clothes.
  • Capricorn Venus: Probably really likes the colour white and has quite a clean, feminine style which might be very feminine. Wears lots of eyeliner. Is picky about shoes.
  • Aquarius Venus: Loves t-shirts with cute or funny mottos and prefers quite loose clothes. Is drawn to bright colours and goofy prints. Hates high-heels or hi-topped shoes.
  • Pisces Venus: Has a beautiful, creative and independent style which is very delicate and sweet. Probably dislikes wearing darker colours, except perhaps purple. Adores eye-shadow.

girlmeetshit  asked:

prompt: While Jughead thinks about how happier Betty looks with Archie after months of their split, Betty thinks about how happier she was with Jughead.

Hey! I started writing this with your prompt in mind but it’s not exactly what you asked for. I hope you like it anyway.

A/N: Jughead doesn’t live with Archie in this prompt because it wouldn’t really fit.


Happier


“I’m sorry, Jug, I didn’t know who else to call.” Veronica said as she stood in the doorway of her penthouse apartment, holding the door open for Jughead Jones.

“What about her boyfriend?” Jughead mumbled.

“Jughead, first off, you broke up with her two months ago. Secondly, you know Betty and Archie aren’t dating. So shut up and help me.” Veronica said pointedly, then nodded her head behind her.

They ambled into the living room where Betty was slumped back in what had to be the most uncomfortable position.

“Oh God,” Betty mumbled as she saw Jughead walk into the room.

“Ready to go there, Princess?” Jughead said sarcastically.

Betty didn’t say anything, just slumped further down in the sofa.

“Help me get her up?” Veronica asked Jughead.

He nodded, then slung one of Betty’s arms over his shoulder. Veronica did the same, then hoisted Betty onto her feet.

Immediately, Betty swayed forward, then towards Jughead’s shoulder.

“Shit, Veronica, how much did you let her drink?!” Jughead said, his eyebrows furrowing.

“We had one glass of wine each. She tells me after she’s done drinking it that she took two allergy pills earlier. Apparently she didn’t know you can’t mix the two or you get thoroughly fucked up.”

“How am I supposed to get her home like this?”

“I’m fine, Jughead.” Betty said suddenly, steadying herself.

“Can you walk?” Jughead cocked an eyebrow.

Betty took a breath, taking an unsteady step forward.

She swayed on her feet but caught herself, then took another step. “Yes,” She said uncertainly.

“See?” Veronica piped up. “She can lean on you and make it home just fine.”

Jughead muttered some curse words under his breath, then gripped Betty around her waist, holding her up.

“What was that?” Veronica smirked as she walked ahead of them towards the door.

“Nothing,” Jughead muttered, keeping focus on holding Betty upright.

“Thanks again, Juggie.” Veronica smiled sweetly and Jughead pulled Betty out the door.

“You owe me big time.” Jughead called behind him as he walked towards the elevator.

He heard a laugh as Veronica closed the door.

Betty and Jughead rode the elevator silently. Swaying and gripping and grumbling and hiccuping half way through the walk to Betty’s, but no words.

Betty stumbled forward, tripping over her feet. Jughead caught her easily, grabbing her arm and gripping her her ribs to keep her steady.

“Ow,” Betty complained. “Jughead you’re hurting my side.”

Jughead loosened his grip on Betty’s waist. “Sorry,” He muttered.

“About time you apologized.” Betty murmured sarcastically.

Jughead was dumbfounded. “What?”

“You’ve owed me an apology for months!”

“What are you talking about?!” Jughead protested. He lifted his hands in exasperation before remembering he was literally holding Betty upright.

He placed his hands back on Betty’s body and sighed. The street light they were under flickered.

“You broke my heart!” Betty yelled at him, swaying as she did so.

“Well you broke mine too!” Jughead yelled right back, keeping Betty steady as they walked.

“What are you talking about?” Betty muttered. “You’re the one who broke up with me!” The wind picked up, tousling their hair.

“Yeah, because I was protecting you not because I stopped loving you.” Jughead lamented.

“Protecting me? Protecting me from what?” Betty asked sadly. The moon was bright above them.

“From… myself.” Jughead muttered. “Anyway, that’s not the point.” Jughead gripped the back of Betty’s shirt more tightly. “The point is, two weeks after we broke up, you started dating Archie.”

Betty started laughing - actually full-on cackling in the middle of the street - and fell out of Jughead’s grip, landing on her knees on the pavement.They heard a car horn a few blocks away.

“You think I’m dating Archie?”

“I know you’re dating Archie.” Jughead said as he helped Betty to her feet.

“I’m not dating him. Ver - Veronica -” Betty stumbled over her words. “-made me and him go out for milksh-shakes after two weeks of me wallowing in my room and not eating after you dumped me. She thought it would help. I cried through our entire thing, realized I loved him as a brother and haven’t seen him outside of school since. So please, Jug, tell me how Archie and I are dating.”

Jughead was at a loss for words for a moment. “But I saw you two sitting in a booth smiling.” Jughead muttered.

“It was probably during the five seconds I stopped crying when Archie told me you were an idiot for dumping me.” Betty murmured as they continued to walk, almost at her house.

“And at school you’re always… talking and laughing.” Jughead mumbled.

“I talk and laugh with Veronica, am I dating her too?” Betty asked sarcastically.

“Alright, I’m an idiot for letting you go, Betty, I know. I did think you had moved on to Archie though.” Jughead stated as he helped Betty cross the street towards her house.

“Why didn’t you just a-ask him?”

“I haven’t been talking to many people since we broke up, Betty. He’s been kind of mad at me.” Jughead said as he walked Betty up her driveway.

“I thought you broke up with me because you stopped loving me,” Betty murmured sadly, walking up her stairs slowly.

“I miss you every day, Betty.” Jughead said as they climbed the last stair.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Betty said as she looked up into Jughead’s eyes.

“Because you deserve so much more.” Jughead whispered. He cleared his throat, then let Betty’s shirt go. “Can you make it up from here?”

Betty swayed on her feet. “Yeah, I guess.” She said sadly. She reached for the doorknob but drifted towards the bushes.

“Whoa there,” Jughead murmured, catching Betty before she fell. “I’ll help you upstairs, lets go.” He said quietly. 

Betty opened the front door, slipping her shoes off in the entrance way.

After a comical but daunting walk up the stairs, Jughead helped Betty pad down the hall to her bedroom without making too much noise.

He pushed open her bedroom door, moonlight illuminating her room. Jughead made sure to not turn on the light, not wanting to draw attention to the two of them in her bedroom, from down the hall or across the yard.

“Alright, under your covers. Take your jeans off so you’re comfortable. You good?” Jughead asked quietly so as not to wake her parents.

“Wait, Jughead.” Betty said as she rested her head on her pillow, her eyes closing slightly, moonlight from outside making her skin glow.

“What is it?”

“Will you rub my back like you used to?” Betty asked sleepily.

Jughead sighed. “I-”

“Please, Jughead?” Betty whispered. “Just until I fall asleep?” She yawned.

Jughead pushed his shoes off his feet, placing his long legs on the bed to get more comfortable.

He gently started to rub Betty’s back, circling delicate patterns against her clothing. He propped his head up with the other hand, leaning closely to her body.

“Why couldn’t you just let yourself be happy, Jug?” Betty sighed. “I know you were happy, and I was happy. It was the first time you were happy in a long time, so…” Betty trailed off, breathing hard into her pillow.

“Because I’m an idiot,” Jughead said to himself, assuming Betty had fallen asleep.

He continued to trace circles into Betty’s back. This was the first time he had touched her in months. It was like giving an addict his fix - he was craving her.

“I don’t know what I was thinking. Well, I do. I thought I was protecting you from a life you didn’t deserve. You deserved better, Betty, better than I could give you. I thought you’d move on. But I.. I -”

“I love you, Jug.” Betty whispered, facing away from him, her breathing even.

Is she awake, or is she asleep? Jughead thought to himself. How much of this will she even remember?

“I love you too,” He whispered. He set his head down, planning on resting for a moment before going home.


Jughead heard birds chirping. He felt his hand embraced in someone else’s. He knew he had had the most pleasant sleep in a long time.

Someone was curved against his body, his chest against a back, a mess of blonde hair in his face.

“Ahem,” Alice Cooper cleared her throat the next morning as sunlight streamed into the room. “What’s going on here?”

Jughead sat up immediately, almost falling off the bed as he did so.

Betty stirred from the sudden lack of contact, cool air pooling where his body heat once was.

She yawned and stretched, not yet realizing the situation.

“Elizabeth,” Her mother hissed from the doorway.

Betty’s eyes shot open. She slowly craned her neck towards the doorway.

“Mom?” She asked, sitting up. She looked to see if Jughead was still beside her. He was.

“Do you care to explain yourselves?” She growled.

Betty took a deep breath. “Veronica called Jughead to get me last night. I wasn’t feeling well. I… I fainted and Jughead was kind enough to walk me home. He fell asleep. I mean, you can see, we have clothes on.”

“Downstairs in five minutes.” Alice muttered as she left the room.

As they heard her steps retreating, Betty sat back, sighing. “God my throat hurts.” She whispered.

Jughead stood up. “How much of last night do you remember?” He asked warily.

“All of it. I know I was out of my mind with the stupid allergy pills and wine but I remember everything.”

“You do?” Jughead said, sitting back down suddenly.

Three and a half minutes!” Alice called from downstairs.

“I do. And I love you, Jughead, and I always will, and  I don’t know what you want to do about it now, but -”

Jughead cut her off, leaning across the bed and pressing his mouth softly against hers.

“I’m so fucking sorry that I hurt you Betty. But I love you, too. And nobody knows how to love you like I do, and nobody ever will, and I promise to never, ever do anything like that again if you say you’ll take me back.” Jughead murmured urgently.

“I will, I do, I love you, too.” Betty whispered as she leaned forward to kiss Jughead once more.


So, you two lovebirds work it out yet? A text message read on Jughead’s phone.

You’re an evil genius, Veronica Lodge. Jughead typed back quickly, smiling down at his phone.

Then, Thank you. He added quickly.

You’re welcome. But if you really want to thank me, you’ll bring me flowers Monday morning.

Jughead laughed and placed his phone back in his pocket as he walked down the street. This was the best he had felt in two months.

2

the foxes’ senior goalkeeper had bright white hair cut to her chin. the bottom two inches of her hair were dyed in alternating pastel colors. it was interesting enough to warrant a second look, but downright odd when paired with her scant makeup, conservative clothes, and delicate silver cross necklace. nicky had called her the sweetheart of the team. neil understood why as he listened to her talk. [for paula]

Trying Something New

A/N: Hey guys! I haven’t uploaded an imagine in a while but tbh I’m so fucking busy it’s driving me mad.

Warnings: smut, kinda (male masturbation, Stiles has an overly active imagination 😉), mentions of blood if that kinda stuff creeps you out (not anything major)

Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x Reader


Words: 1500 ish


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By the time Stiles finally drags himself back to his dorm, the sun is slowly rising and his hair is starting to stink with drying slime from the Kanima (most likely) blood that he’s had the unfortunate displeasure of coming across.

Honestly, he thought that when he went to collage he would finally be away from it all, finally be safe. God knows that he’s put his dad through enough stress with all the shit he and Scott pulled.

The guilt gnaws at his insides at night.

It seems like all this shit just keeps following him around. Not that he’s complaining or anything, but it’d be nice if the monsters were a bit more considerate of Stiles’ upcoming exams.

So, all things considered, seeing his roommate, (Y/N), up at the ungodly hour of fuck-that-o'clock making pancakes naked in the kitchen is probably number 12 on the list of Weird Shit That Only Stiles Has To Deal With This Week. (Y/N)’s got her back to him and in the low light of morning, he can only just make out her soft curves and smooth skin.

“Um,” he says, sounding a like a fucking moron who can’t pull four words together to ask *‘what are you doing?’* Luckily for him, his roommate turns around and saves him the trouble.

And suddenly, this entire thing goes up a few spots on the Weird Shit That Only Stiles Has To Deal With This Week list because (Y/N)’s not naked. She’s got a scarf wrapped around her neck that only just covers her chest bits and a - ridiculously tiny, *oh good lord* - pair of black panties on that makes her ass look absolutely. In a second he realizes that the scarf is the one he asked his dad to send over last month.

And oh, *oh* doesn’t that just make whatever blood Stiles still has in his head go south. Because it’s *(Y/N)* and she’s got his scarf sitting atop her bare chest, the only thing shielding his eyes from the glorious view of her naked body.


He feels weirdly possessive.


Stiles very pointedly shoves those thoughts down along with any other inappropriate images that his mind tries to conjure up. It’s a failed attempt.

“Are those pancakes?” He eventually finds the mental capacity to ask, because now that his upstairs brain’s caught up with the situation, this doesn’t seem that odd compared to all the shit (Y/N)’s pulled in the past. The girl in question nods as Stiles continues to stand in the middle of the kitchen instead of getting the fuck out of there.

“They’re shaped like Mickey Mouseâ„¢,” She informs him and Stiles tries not to be jealous when she flips a pancake and it lands back in the pan, and not on the ceiling. “You want?”

“Pass.” He says, knowing full well that the Kanima blood was drying and if she noticed he’d have some explaining to do. He pointedly tells himself that he’s not running away to hide the tent that he’s now sporting in his jeans. “What are your wearing?” And then something else occurs to him. “Did you just say ‘™’?”

(Y/N) shrugs. “It’s laundry day.” She says lightly, her full attention turned to the pancakes now. “Gotta get it all done. Hope you don’t mind. I stole your scarf.”

Her saying it so casually makes Stiles fell scarily possessive, and his brain is already thinking of the best way to get out of this situation right now. “Keep it.” He says, and clears his throat because his voice is suddenly deep and raspy. “It looks better on you.”

(Y/N) looks at him, as if she knows all the filthy little thoughts running through his head, before putting the pan on a cold plate and walking over to him. It takes a great deal of effort for Stiles to maintain eye contact.

“Really?” She quirks a brow. Now, she’s standing right in front of him, so close that he can see the gorgeous tint of her eyes, can smell the remnants of perfume and vanilla extract on her skin. Stiles gulps. “Honestly Stiles. You put your dad through all the trouble of sending it over only to give it to your roommate so carelessly?”

He should look away. He wants to, because he knows (Y/N), knows that she doesn’t do relationships and loves to play games and, if her screams at night are anything to go by, loves to fuck hard and wild until she can’t walk properly the next day. He should walk the fuck away because he knows that if he does, (Y/N) won’t try it again.

But right now, all he wants to do is fuck her senseless, preferably tied to the bed with that damned scarf.

“Umm,” is what he stupidly replies with instead. (Y/N) raises a brow, but Stiles can’t worry about that because she’s got *hands* and suddenly those hands are being placed delicately on Stiles’ shoulders so that her thumb grazes gently over the dip of his collar bone.


He stares at her for a moment, and Stiles quickly realized he could do it forever. She’s so beautiful, she doesn’t even know it. The set of her bright eyes, the smell of her body, that shade of her skin that Stiles could spend years looking for but never actually match, the way her nose fits perfectly onto her face, the arch of her brows and swell of her lips; it drives him mad.

But then those gorgeous eyes are filling with surprise and she’s laughing slightly when she asks him: “Why is your shirt wet?” Suddenly, Stiles is reminded of the reason he’d come back late in the first place, of the blood and gore and *danger* that seems to come along with his life, and he can’t help this primal instinct within him that begs Stiles to *protect* and *fortify* and he knows it. Stiles knows he just can’t.

Even if it was just for one night, he can’t drag her into the hell hole that is his life.

“I need a shower.” He says and pulls away and it takes everything inside of him to ignore the hurt look on her face as he does.

He practically runs to the bathroom, not even bothering to strip down before he stands under the harsh spray. The water’s freezing cold and it turns his face red, but Stiles knows that blood washes off better this way (he also acknowledges that it’s a fucked up thing to know) and honestly, he needs it.

It takes a full five minutes under the freezing spray before Stiles actually strips down. He piles his dirty clothes in the corner and knows that those jeans are probably ruined. As he turns the heat up, Stiles closes his eyes, enjoying the way the water feels cascading down his sore and taut muscles.

And for a moment, just a moment, he allows himself to picture what it would feel like to have (Y/N) in there with him.

It’s wrong, he knows it is, but Stiles can’t stop the thoughts from entering his mind. She’d come in after him, the thinks. Probably when he was just about to step out. He can imagine the way she would look through the frosted glass, the way he would see her delicate hands pull the clothes off her body. He imagines her, finally pulling the shower door open and standing before him, as bare as the day she was born.

Stiles reaches bewteen his legs and strokes his length swiftly, unsuprised to find that he’s already hard. He goes back to the images he’s created in his head. Pictures the way (Y/N) would smirk at the flustered and confused look on his face, and - no.

In his head, this isn’t the first time they’re doing this. In his head, she walks forward with a smile, the genuine kind she gives when she’s high or when Stiles tells a dumb joke. She wouldn’t even wait for him, she’d just step forward, wrapping her arms around his shoulders - Stiles pictures the way she had done it moments before - and joining him under the warm water.

He pictures the way the water starts to wet her hair and face, pictures the droplets running down her body. He squeezes himself at the base. He imagines the way her soft skin would feel under his touch, hears her soft gasps and quiet moans as he dips a hand between her legs. Stiles strokes his dick faster, picturing the look of ecstasy on her face when he slides his fingers into her wet opening. His hand’s moving fast now as he imagines pulling away and silencing her moan of disapproval with a kiss as he slides his length into her cunt.

Stiles gasps slightly as he pictures how she would feel around his dick. He hears her moaning gasps as he slides into her, presses love bites to her neck and breasts and she pants and screams and finally, *finally* Stiles is the one making her do so instead of all those guys she brings home. He feels the way her legs would tremble and her body shake as he reaches between them to press a thumb to her clit, he pictures the way she could clench around him as she comes, gripping onto his shoulders and moaning into his ear and -

Stiles almost let’s his shout slip as he comes in his hand.

It takes him a long while to gather himself. He takes deep breaths and tries to fight away the guilt at what he just did. (Y/N)’s his friend and he’s an ass for thinking about her like that, but goddamn* the way she looked and spoke and laughed - it all made Stiles’ head spin.


It is with a belated sense of worry that he realised he’s fallen for her.

Tonight

Scenario: You’re close friends with Jiyong but you want more. Your plan: tease him into submission or until he makes you submit to him. Either way, you win.
Genre: G-Dragon x Reader
Words: 3800
Warnings: SMUTSMUTSMUTSMUT! Shameless ass smut and a little rough play.
A/N: This was basically written because those pictures and vids of Jiyong smoking gave me life in a way I didn’t think possible. I hope you guys enjoy!

Disclaimer: Gifs belong to their rightful owners.
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You exhaled deeply as you took in another look of yourself in the full length mirror. Your fidgeting fingers giving away your nervousness as you wonder for the millionth time if this was a good idea. Not just with your choice of attire, but with the whole plan you’d formulated in your head.

Tonight was the night. You were going to officially, shamelessly, flirt with Jiyong. A snort left you at the thought. Flirting, yeah right. Not exactly the correct word you’d use…

And god was it true.

You’d decided on this great idea last week. When you had caught him eyeing a leggy dyed blonde Barbie doll that left the bitter taste of envy in your mouth. You hated the fact that Jiyong saw you, but never actually saw you. Always giving you smiles of gratitude followed up with hand pats and hugs saved for people you friend zoned. Never the ones you fucked.

Sure, you’d been there for him through all his trials. All his shitty relationships and watching him go home to release tension with women whose names he didn’t give a damn to memorize, even after he’d met them. It was like he never noticed your side glances of jealousy; the ugly green monster turning your gaze murderous and your face vacant of any emotion. In fear of him being able to read the lividity that shimmered underneath.

How could he have never noticed that for months now things had changed for you? Jiyong and you shared a history. A lifetime of memorizes and hidden jokes. Taking care of one another when you were sick or nursing him back to health when he somehow drank himself close to oblivion. Overrun with exhaustion from tour dates and TV programs for publicity. You never coddled him like a mother, but loved him without judgement. Both of you listening to one another’s dreams and fears and staying up way into the next morning aimlessly watching old movies or playing a song that the other just, “had to hear.”

A few times you wondered how much longer you could honestly continue to go unnoticed. To be the good friend. The feelings of being ignored and not good enough haunted you, which was stupid. Jiyong cared about you. There was no denying that, but you just wanted…more.

You craved for those light touches on your hands to be placed against your cheek, lips, and neck. Craved for him to tease you like he did with some of the noona’s. Witnessing one teasing display when he gave CL a hug. His hands had sneakily slide down her back until the rested just atop her backside; giving her ass a playful smack that left her exasperated; mouth agape in mid-laugh.

He was always shamelessly flirty with all of them, except when it came to you. The lack of flirtation left you feeling nauseous, your stomach turning: Jiyong just didn’t find you attractive.

That’s when you formulated your plan. Once and for all you would find out for yourself.

Jiyong had invited you to Café Seoul last week. It was a celebration for Teddy or Kush, you couldn’t remember. Jiyong knew you weren’t overtly fond of clubs. Actually, you tended to be allergic to them. The idea of getting dressed in uncomfortable clothes that threatened to rise up and flash underwear if you so much as sneezed left you wary. And the shoes! Oh sweet baby Jesus the shoes! At just the thought of them you glanced down at the four inch stilettos and prayed your clumsy baby giraffe legs wouldn’t betray you tonight.

Tonight you were going to be everything you wanted to be: Confident, sensual, and above all, sexual. Tonight you were going to make sure that you were seen and damn it, you would get his attention. One way or another.
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The bass from the club was deafening. It rattled the glass in your hand sending the liquor inside to bounce and shake to the beat. It felt oddly comforting knowing something shared the same fate as your confidence.

You’d been at the bar for over thirty minutes. Nursing a few shots to help boost your confidence before it broke, and it was working. A few men stopped by to talk to you offering to supply you with more. Their eyes glued to the sight of you and your revealing choice of attire. You politely declined their offer, giving up snippets of what little conversation could be heard over the music before making your departure.

Jiyong hadn’t noticed you yet. He was, as per usual, in the VIP section. A few females were up in the box with him and the guys. Women you didn’t know who were equally dressed like you. You watched coolly as you made your way towards the group. One girl in particular leaning in and placing a hand on Jiyong’s chest. Her body lining up with his in all the right ways to whisper something in his ear. Whatever she told him, it was enough to make a seductive smirk crease his lips. His eyes lighting up with heat as he looked her up and down.

That was enough to send the jolly green monster inside you into overdrive. It helped replace the unease you felt in your steps earlier into something fierce and predatory. Tonight you weren’t going to be overlooked.

You made your way up the small stairs that lead up into the DJ booth. A security guard put a hand out to stop you.

“I’m sorry miss this section is off limits.”

“I’m G-Dragon’s guest,” you informed him with a smile.

He gave you a side look of disbelief but, nevertheless, leaned over and called him over. It took Jiyong a minute to peel himself away from the bleached blonde attached to his side. As he made the short walk over, cutting in between his crew, it gave you enough time to admire the way the dark denim clung to his thighs and the white shirt that opened up to show the black shirt underneath.

How could someone make casual look so damn sexy?

“She says she’s with you?”

Jiyong glanced up to see who the guard was talking about. When his eyes landed on you, it took him a minute to realize who he was looking at. His eyes widened slightly as he leaned over the railing.

“Y/N?”

The disbelief was evident on his face. His eyes racked over your body taking you in. Did you really look that bad?

“Yes?” you called back.

Jiyong was still staring when the guard inquired one last time if he should let you in. Jiyong shook his head, as if to clear it, before giving him the nod of approval. The guard stepped aside and Jiyong outstretched his hand to help you clear the rest of the stairs.

Once you were inside the booth his hand gravitated to your waist and pulled you in close to his side. His lips finding your ear and you fought not to shiver as hot breath cascaded down your neck.

“What are you wearing?”

“Ugh, I think they call it a dress,” you teased.

He didn’t share in your joke. Instead his eyes wondered to the delicate strip of cloth that showed the tops of your breasts.

“I know that but what are you doing wearing something like this?”

“It’s a club, Ji. I wanted to dress for a night out. Why you don’t like it?”

Your heart was thundering with mixed emotions. On one hand, you felt damn good. It could’ve been the added effect of the liquor or just finally feeling damn good in your skin. The fact that he had you pinned so close to him with the musky scent of his cologne overpowering your senses didn’t hurt either. On the other hand, you could feel your confidence chip away just a tad as he continued to assess the outfit. Finally, his eyes caught yours as he replied, “I don’t think “like” would be an appropriate way to describe it.”

A smile lifted your lips as wiggled out of his tight hold. Tease him, that was the plan.

“Well, I guess I did good then.”

You made your way to the back of the booth where Teddy and what looked like a few of Jiyong’s friends from YG were posted. The minute their eyes caught sight of you they widened; smiles and cheers greeting you as you got closer.

“Damn Y/N I didn’t think it was possible for you to look this good.”

A bubbly laugh escaped you as you greeted them all with a hug.

“Gee thanks assholes.”

You went to stand next to Teddy hyung when you felt an arm slide across your lower back pulling you in the opposite direction. You were grateful for the loud music when a shriek of surprise left you. Only to find yourself back against a very protective Jiyong.

“Stay close,” he yelled towards you.

It took everything in you not to smirk in satisfaction. This was going easier than you thought it would. Out of the corner of your eye you spotted the bottle service the boys started. Jiyong’s favorite tequila sitting front and center. Still pressed against him, you reached your arm out, your chest pressing against his as your fingers laced around the cold glass. Lifting it from the tray he looked at you, a question forming on his lips.

“Do you want to pour it for me?”

Your eyes held the heat of a challenge and when Jiyong’s eyebrows quirked up, you knew you had him. He took the bottle from your hand, his fingers playing delicately over yours.

“Tilt your head back,” he commanded, and you obeyed.

Closing your eyes, you opened your mouth welcoming the liquid inside. If it wasn’t for your stint at the bar earlier, you were sure you would’ve coughed at the taste. The warm liquor slid down your throat and to your core sending out heated signals that danced across every nerve. You found yourself giggling as you open your eyes; your tongue running over your lips as you looked at him.

What you saw staring back at you almost cut it short. Jiyong was looking at you, really looking at you, as if for the first time. His eyes locked on to your lips. A hunger so intense resonating through them that it threatened to turn your legs to jelly. As soon as the DJ turned on a new song you immediately started dancing.

Pulling away from Jiyong just enough to give you space to fight off the effects of the desire he’d ignited inside you. Your hands went up above your head as your hips found a rhythm. The tempo of the music just fast enough that your hips swayed without effort.

You didn’t have to look behind you to know that Jiyong was watching. His watchful gaze left your body feeling hot, making you dance faster to try and shake it off. He wasn’t the only one watching you dance, however. Everyone who usually saw you as the innocent best friend had their eyes on you. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it.

You let your hands fall over your body as the song dipped into a slow bass. One hand playing with the hem of your dress; teasing before letting it go and skimming up and over the fabric. A strong arm wrapped around your waist, pressing your body up against a chest you knew all too well.

The mixed scent of his cologne and cigarette enveloped you as he leaned in again. Hot words whispered into your ear: “Yah Y/N, what are you doing?”

You leaned back until your head was cradled in the hollow of his shoulder. Your movements never slowing as your back side slid across the rough fabric of his jeans.

“Can’t a girl have a little fun?” you purred in response.

It pained you to do it, but you disconnected yourself from his grip. Turning around to see a mixture of that hunger with anger; sending a shiver up your spine. His hand snaked out fast, folding itself against your lower back, and brought you back against him. This time your faces inches apart. Close enough you swore if either of you breathed, your lips would touch.

“Depends on what kind of fun.”

You didn’t have an answer for him. Not when he was this close. When his lips were mere centimeters from your own. You saw the flash of a camera go off and it was just enough to jolt you out of your lust-filled haze. Your eyes came alive with mischief as your lips curled in a smirk. You pushed yourself away from him, eyes still on him as you moved away from him.

“You have to behave, Jiyong. I’m allowed to cut loose every once in a while.”

With those last words hanging between you, you fully turned and headed back towards Teddy hyung. He was more than happy to great you in a hug. One arm staying on your shoulders as you both swayed to the music, hips bumping into each other in an intoxicated mess of rhythm.

Let Jiyong stew in his own juices, you thought.

Tonight was the night you would play hard to get. As you continued to dance and talk to the others, you kept a watchful eye of Jiyong in the corner. He was lighting up cigarette after cigarette. His eyes boring holes into you as he watched every touch you laid on Teddy’s arms. Every time you both leaned in to be heard over the music. Every now and then he’d start dancing to a beat, but never long enough to make him quit staring.

When he went to light up his sixth cigarette you decided to intervene. Your fingers hooking into the cotton of his shirt, as you closed the distance between the two of you with confidence. It was your turn to brush your lips against his ear as you spoke: “Don’t you think you should slow down?”

His eyebrow quirked up in challenge. His words biting as he shot back, “Are you my mother now.”

You felt the words like a slap in the face but refused to retreat. You knew Jiyong was only bitter because you’d abandoned him. So instead of giving in and cowering you shot back with your own demand.

“Shotgun with me.”

Your request earned a look of shock as he tried to see if you were joking. You most definitely weren’t. Without giving you a chance to back down he inhaled sharply on his cigarette; two large hands wrapped around your face as his lips closed in with yours.

You knew this wasn’t the brightest of ideas to do. You were out in the open and already seen plenty of fans taking pictures, but you couldn’t help yourself. And as your fingers tightened in his shirt and his lips neared yours you realized you wouldn’t have stopped it even if you wanted too.

Right when the tips of his lips brushed yours was when he slowly exhaled the smoke. Instinct took over and you inhaled, feeling your lungs burn at the toxic intrusion. When it was over you moved to take a step back, but Jiyong wouldn’t release his hold on you. You looked up at him, perplexed. A question sitting heavy on your tongue when his hand reached out to grab yours abruptly.

He dragged you through the crowded booth and beyond it. You tried to shout a question a couple of times. Each time the booming music in the club drowned it out. It wasn’t until he pushed through a door that indicated the bathrooms did you understand what was going on.

A large part of you thought he was taking you there to bait you. Yell at you and demand to understand what the hell you were doing. You never acted this brazen with him. But that wasn’t what happened at all.

As soon as he slammed the door to the bathroom closed, making sure it was locked, he had your back pressed against it. His mouth finding yours in an instant and your world exploded.

His lips were intoxicating as they possessed yours. It wasn’t sweet, but demanding. His teeth nipped your bottom lip as his fingers from one hand grazed over your scalp. Tightening just enough to send your body into overdrive as the other hand found its way under your dress. Nails grazing along the spot where thigh and ass meet.

His tongue grazed along your bottom lip asking for entrance and you gave it willingly. The minute you opened up Jiyong wasted no time running his tongue along yours. Devouring you as he moved down suddenly, leaving a trial of bites and kisses along your throat and jaw.

“Is this what you wanted, Y/N?”

God, his voice was like liquid sex. Husky and running along your skin like velvet.

You found yourself unable to speak; to conjure up words as a skilled hand moved the short fabric up higher. A finger tracing delicately along the thin cloth of your panties. He gave a slight tug on your hair. The jolt of pain mixed in with your desire and you couldn’t stop the moan from breathlessly escaping your lips.
Jiyong ate it up in an instant. Grinding his body against you enough to feel the growing bulge straining against his pants.

“Did you like acting like a little tease?”

“It was fun watching you squirm for once,” you shot back in a breathless retort.

He stilled against you and for a horrible moment, you thought this would all end. He moved his hand from underneath your dress. His fingers untying themselves from your hair as he took a step back. His eyes locking with yours as you struggled to focus. You opened your mouth to say something, maybe even plead for him to continue, when he beat you to it.

“You liked seeing me squirm? I guess I’ll have to return the favor.”

Using his foot, he kicked your feet open until your legs were wide apart. His hands lifting the remainder of the dress up exposing your panties you’d picked out just for tonight. By the smirk on his face you knew Jiyong approved. You wanted to ask him what he was going to do, but all words ceased when his hand cupped your sex. A finger rubbing against the wetness he’d created sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine. Making your mouth gasp open and your back arch. His thumb finding your sensitive bud and circling it.

Jiyong moved his free hand up; fingers gliding delicately over your collarbones as he pulled the straps of your dress down. Exposing your breasts to the cold air making your nipples harden instantly. So many words filtered through your head, but none of them made it to your mouth.

Another moan tore loose from your lips as mouth found your breast. Sucking your nipple in between teeth as a skilled tongue circled around it. His free hand kneading the other before switching. Your legs felt close to buckling as he moved the hand that had been stroking your sex down into your panties. A finger gliding over the slick wet folds sending your mind into a frenzy.

Your fingers clawed into his shoulders trying to find support. Your breathing halting for a nano second as he slid two fingers inside you. His teeth biting down gently on your nipple at the same time, causing your hips to jerk into him. A silent, “fuck,” filled the space between you and you weren’t sure if it had been you or him. At this moment you honestly didn’t care.

His skilled hands worked you over. His fingers curving just right, finding that sensitive spot inside you. Your fingers were digging into his shoulders as your legs began to shake. You were so close already: and just like that it stopped.
When his hands and mouth left your body you couldn’t stop the whine of displeasure that left you. The smug smirk on his face making you want to hit him if you could just feel your legs. You opened your mouth to speak but he quickly laid his back down on top of yours. His kisses hungrily eating every breath you tried to take until you felt dizzy.

Placing strong hands on your hips he pulled your forward and towards the sink. Giving you a second to grab a hold of the white porcelain before the sound of cloth tearing jolted you back to the present. You watched through the mirror as he pocketed your panties, smirking at your reflection.

“You won’t be needing those back.”

“How considerate,” you sighed.

You watched as he started to unbuckle his belt, realizing too late that you didn’t have any condoms. They were in your purse back at the table. You were about to voice the bad news when you watched Jiyong take out his wallet and producing a foil package. Noticing you were looking he simply said, “I’m always prepared.”

“Thank god.”

He chuckled as he ran a hand over your back side before giving it a slap. A yelp of surprise left you and immediately he appeared worried.

“Was that okay?”

All you could do was shake your head yes because, hot damn, you couldn’t describe how that felt. All you knew was that you liked it.

“Good.”

Jiyong wasted no time ripping open the foil packet with his teeth, tossing the paper, and rolling the condom on. When you felt him at your entrance, his hands on your hips, you felt your body tense. This was it. There was no going back and even if the option was there, you wouldn’t take it.

When he pushed inside you a moan instantly tore between your lips. Your sex stretching to accommodate his length. He waited a few seconds before he pulled out and pushed back in. His grip on your hips tightening until you knew there would be bruises tomorrow. His pace began to pick up speed; his body claiming yours without mercy.  

One hand let go of your hip and slid up until it was wrapped around your throat, lifting you up and back against his chest. Turning your head until you faced him so his lips could claim yours. His pace never slacking until your legs were shaking and your orgasm was building.

“Are you close?” he breathed against your lips.

You couldn’t answer him. You could only give a shaky nod of your head. He drove inside you faster; a hand reaching out to grab you under your knee to place it up against the sink. The angle intensifying his thrusts until the last one left you screaming his name. Your orgasm crashing against you as your body struggled to keep you up against the sink. A few moments later, Jiyong followed. His pace slowing until it all together stopped. His head resting against your back as he struggled to catch a breath.

After you both felt like it was possible to stand without falling over, you righted yourself. Starting the awkward process of cleaning yourselves up.

“That was awesome, but next time, let’s try for a bed,” you stated.

Jiyong sent you a smirk. He took a second to fix his hair in the mirror before he turned around to give you a chaste peck on the lips.

“That can definitely be arranged.”
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I hope that you guys enjoyed this. I was up in the air about posting it but, what the hell right? -J

weighedandmeasured  asked:

Kinda based on the beautiful fan art that's going around: Species Swap Shallura (Altean!Shiro and Human!Allura) for 50, please.

It’s the 1000 Followers Special!  Based on these prompts.  Prompts are now closed.  Don’t want to see all 35 of these?  Block ‘1000 Followers Special’.  Can’t read on mobile?  These will slowly be posted to AO3 starting in a few days as ‘Hold Up Half the Sky’.  A huge thank you to Xagrok for the beta’ing!


“You spend a lot of time here.”

Allura started, smacking her head against one of the panels of the red lion.  She pulled back rubbing over her hair.  Ow.  Glancing over the lion’s flank, she spotted Prince Shiro gazing up.

Ah, hell.  Hopefully she hadn’t broken some kind of rule about how long she was supposed to stay in the hangar or something.  Mostly, she was still trying to get a better understanding of the lions.  Yeah, she had a vague idea of how they worked from the connection, but not really.  Not in depth, not enough to understand when something went wrong.  Plus, Allura had been immediately outclassed by Pidge and Hunk’s curiosity and knowledge.  She never dealt well with competition.  Too driven, her father had said.

The thought curled in her chest, heavy but fond.  He would have been so validated by the red lion choosing her.

“I do,” she finally agreed, climbing into the floating platform and heading back down to floor level.  “We’re bonding, right?”  She threw a pair of pistol fingers to the red lion, who didn’t even turn to look at her.

Fine, don’t back her up in front of the cute prince.  They’d see who got ear polishing for the next week.  Hmph.

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DWARVES


A tough, short muscular race of people the Dwarves are a tradition abiding folk. Known for their strong family ties, martial traditions and beautiful craftsmanship. The Dwarven Empire were originally 5 separate mountain kingdoms who would war over territory with each other or rally together to fight their favorite and recurring enemy Goblins.

Physical attributes for the Dwarves:

Skin Colour: Pale, Deep Tan or Brown
Eye Colour: Hazel, Blue or Green
Height: 4”0 to 5”0
Weight: 160 to 220 lbs
Age: 500 to 800 years

Khazad Rhul is hidden deep within the mountain, apart from its large ornate gates most travellers would not even see any signs of life or a city beneath the mountain. Since the 5 Fist Alliance, Khazad Rhul became the capital city of the Dwarven people partially due to it being the largest population of Dwarves on Rúmerion and their military might being the strongest of all 5. The King Gikhatum Stormfeet is an incredibly old Dwarf in fact not many know how old he is and many believe that he is easily older than 800 years.

Khazad Kheled is known as the magical center for the Dwarves, their mines that are built under the city are home to the most numerous source of the Fruit of Ayda stones. These stones are traded from here and shipped across Rúmerion. Because of this you can often find Dwarves from this city out in the world trading their wares and these stones to other magic users. Lord Sindas Warhide is a far and just Dwarf ruler, though he had to banish his son to Khazad Grim after a mysterious incident at the palace which has yet to be revealed to anyone outside his inner circle.

Khazad Zarum prior to the alliance was the largest Gold Deposit on Rúmerion, since the pact between the Dwarves it became the banking capital of the empire and most of the kingdom’s treasure is stored here in a great deep vault. The culture of the Dwarves from this city reflects this and they are often dressed in highly intricate clothing with delicate embroidery and gems or metals stitched into the fabric. Lord Kozzoir Runebuckle often covers his beard in gold leaf before making public appearances. Due to their trade of valuable goods between the mountains the Dwarven Treasure Caravans are the most fortified and is seen as good work for a Dwarf to find.  Some DTC’s are even delivered by track through secret tunnels built between the mountains.

Khazad Morum is home to the Beast Rider Dwarves, a clan of Dwarves headed by Lord Godroug Grumbleforged who rules the city from atop the mountain. They are the only known Dwarves to openly embrace creatures for their value, especially winged Beasts. Though it is known that the Dwarves often use War Boars to pull carts and ploughs most Dwarves only look at the creatures of Rúmerion as things to be put to use. However it is Lord Godroug Grumbleforged belief that there is majesty to be found in all creatures especially the grace found in the eagles that circle his mountain.

Khazad Grim is run by criminal’s and military dwarves, ruled by General Sirnolir Hillstone who was voted in by his council he rules his mountain with strict force and efficiency. The mountain fortress was created after the effects of Yatan’s magic when he was pulled into the Baratrum. Since then the city expanded within the mountain to be entirely self sustainable as the land around it was tainted by dark magic.
As the years passed the city fell from being a home for warriors glory to become a place of banishment, Dwarves who had fallen out of favor due to their criminal activity in their lords court are sent to Khazad Grim are shipped and marched to the mountain until they have paid their sentence in full.

norageonlypancakes  asked:

Hello! Can you do a ficlet for Meredith + strawberry?

Strawberries are scarce in Kirkwall, and expensive.  But once a year, just as the heat and stench in the city begin to grow truly unbearable and her templars begin to comment how grateful they are to be out in the Gallows instead, Meredith sends for one basket of strawberries.

It had been a different time–a special time–when she was a little girl.  Her and Amelia and their parents had carefully packed a basket, which her mother lined every time with the same delicately woven cloth, and they had all gone out to the country, to a farmer who would let people stretch their legs and pick strawberries in her fields.  And at the end, they would spread out the cloth, and eat little sandwiches and strawberries in the sunlight.

So once a year, she buys strawberries, in memory of Amelia.

She picks one out of the basket, cupping it carefully with her fingertips.  She examines the color–this one is a deep, gorgeous red right up to the papery green of the calyx.  She studies the unblemished gloss of the surface, the precise regularity of the seed indentations.  She spins the strawberry in her fingers.

And then she drops it to the floor, and with the heel of her boot, crushes it.  She walks away, leaving a red smear across the stones.

anonymous asked:

Raptoramaker- Pharah watches Amelie (preTalon) dancing ballet

You got it! (partially inspired by THIS video, which you should definitely watch for amazing and subtexty dancing)


It my mother who pressured me to go along. “It’ll be good for you, habibti,” she told me, licking her thumb and threatening to try and clean something off my cheek with it, despite the fact I was twenty-four years old. I managed to wrestle her arm away. She huffed at me. “Fine, suit yourself! Go along to a nice concert hall with a big glob of whatever-that-is on your face,” she said, waving her hand at me. “Just wear something nice, okay? That white shirt, that’s nice. Or, if you can’t wear that, at least a bag over your head so people don’t say, ‘There’s Ana’s girl, what on earth is she wearing?’”

Seriously… “No one’s going to say that, mum, it’ll be dark. No one will be looking at me.”

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