descending stairs

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omg omg ravi/dorian "put me down" im living

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Ravi’s face was screwed up, indignant, while his fists beat against Dorian’s back, his feet flailing. The Tevinter tutted, hoisting the elf up further over his shoulder. The Inquisitor began to make infuriated noises that amounted to a cacophony of rage. Dorian considered it cute, really.

“What’s that, Inquisitor?” He drawled, beginning to descend the stairs; the thumping increased tenfold. “I’m afraid I don’t speak ‘strangled squeak’ - you’ll have to reiterate.”

Ravi issued a sigh of pure frustration. “Dorian, this was funny yesterday but please stop!”

Dorian took another few steps down the stairs, grinning as the Inquisitor began trying to tear as his robes. “Already, amatus? But we’ve already had one round this morning. I believe you have an important meeting you must be scurrying off to.”

“I do!” Ravi said, exasperated. “Put me down!”

Disregarding the request, the Tevinter held onto the elf and made his way down from the Inquisitor’s quarters. He stopped at the door leading into the main hall, savouring every curse, Dalish or not, being thrown at him.

“Ma ghilana mir din'an,” Ravi groaned, his struggling having been quelled by his resignation, “must you do this, ma vhenan?”

Dorian laughed. “Why, I’m rather offended you aren’t enjoying the view back there. I do not offer that angle of my rear to just anyone, you know.”

The Inquisitor guffawed, relaxing under Dorian’s touch. “It is magnificent, vhenan, but I cannot be seen carried like a child through Skyhold!”

“Oh, can we not? Shall we test that theory, oh Lord Inquisitor?”

“Creators. No!

Dorian reached up and lowered Ravi from over his shoulder, releasing him. The Inquisitor was pink from his cheeks to the almost-red tips of his ears. He pulled the elf close, wrapping his arms around him. Ravi snaked his around Dorian’s body in response, resting his head against his chest.

“Never do that again, vhenan.” The Inquisitor murmured. “I would never live being carried through the hall down.”

“The Herald of Andraste, embarrassed? That cannot be!” Dorian said. “Amatus, if I meant you ill intent you would be…less lively, let’s say. But I do not.”

“Good to hear it. Now promise never to do that again.”

Pressing a kiss to the top of Ravi’s head, Dorian then replied. “I promise, amatus.”

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Memorial to the Victims of Communism, This is located in Prague, Czech Republic. It shows seven bronze figures descending a flight of stairs. The statues appear more “decayed” the further away they are from you, losing limbs and their bodies breaking open. It symbolizes how political prisoners were affected by Communism. (Source)

Sex Tape (M)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Smut
Word count: 1.9k 

Summary: “Well, it’s my last day home.” He said, stating the obvious as you came closer to him. You nodded, silently urging him to continue before he bent over and picked a box up off of the ground which you didn’t even look at. Your eyes were too focused on his face as he continued to smirk, “I just want to remember it, that’s all.” 


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{PART 24} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Despite everything that has gone wrong for you; you feel like life might start to have a better outlook as Jungkook takes all measures to keep you safe. However, a storm is coming; one that grips and pulls at the strongest winter coat…before you find yourself making the biggest mistake of your life to date.

“The lull, or the calm before the storm took it’s place in the atmosphere, in both of their hearts and their minds. ‘Tread carefully’ he warned her, but she slipped from his grasp the moment he blinked”

Not rated M, but be warned there are some scenes of a suggestive sexual nature.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time) 

{Part 1} // {Part 23} {Part 24} {Part 25}

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EXO Mafia Reaction: When their fiancee runs away

||| Anon asked:  Hi there ! Can I get a BTS and EXO mafia reaction when their fiancee runs away? |||

BTS Reaction


Park Chanyeol

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

He was keeping track of not only you but all off your devices, so he knew you were planing to escape.

*Snatching your phone from your hand* “Jagi, I think we need to talk.”


Xiumin/Kim Minseok

Originally posted by katherine8595

One night you woke up to Minseok sitting in the corner of your room.

“So you’re finally awake. It’s time to stop playing these silly games and come back home with me.”


Chen/Kim Jongdae

Originally posted by kim-jongmin

When one day he came back after work and saw you missing, he couldn’t believe you betrayed him like that.

“That girl… She couldn’t have gone far.” he thought getting into his car.


D.O/Do Kyungsoo

Originally posted by krapyeol

He would be angry af. He was at work when his men called him and told that they lost sight of you. He trashed his office before storming out to go find you.

“Aish, she’s nothing but trouble.”


Kris/Wu Yifan

Originally posted by browbrothers

After he told you, he’s in the mafia, he expected all kind of reactions but definitely not this. Trying to control his anger, he gathered all his men and told them to bring you back using any means possible.

“She has to be back home by evening, you understand?”


Tao/Huang Zitao

Originally posted by anki-tao

After not seeing him for a few weeks and thinking you finally escaped, he came in and sat down at the opposite side of the table at the restaurant you were having dinner at.

“I gave you enough time to change your mind and come back on your own, seeing as you have no plans of doing it, I will take you myself.”


Kai/Kim Jongin

Originally posted by katherine8595

He would be pissed.

“I tell her my secrets and this is how she repays me.”


Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by katherine8595

He was searching for you for a whole week so when he finally saw you in another city he slammed you into an alley wall between the buildings.

“Naughty girl, so this is were you were hiding.”


Luhan

Originally posted by callmeminseok

He knew exactly were you’re going so decided to watch from a distance and see what you will come up with. In a few days he lost interest though and decided to just approach you.

“Had your fun? Now it’s time to go home.”


Lay/Zhang Yixing

Originally posted by katherine8595

A few months later you were about to go out of your new apartment when you opened the door and saw Yixing. 

“You’re pretty good at this, it took me longer than expected to find you.” he said throwing you over his shoulder and descending down the stairs to the car.


Suho/Kim Junmyeon 

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

He found you the same day in one of the train stations.

“I didn’t propose to you so you would leave me the next day, you should now understand that there is no escape, I have eyes all over the country.”


Oh Sehun

Originally posted by kaisoh

You were packing your things not expecting him to be back home so soon. You didn’t even hear him approach you from behind.

“Going somewhere? You know you can’t do that. We are engaged now.”


A/N: Hope you enjoyed!! I wrote this as if the member is the gang leader. BTS reaction coming up next. Feel free to request more scenarios, reactions etc, I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female!! 😄

It’s About Damn Time

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean and Reader are working a vampire case. When Dean decides to go in alone, things go a little differently than planned.

Word Count: 5204

Warnings: Swearing. Because I’m a fucking lady. Vampire gore and killing. Being tied up. Smut. Again, lady. Fingering. P in V sex. 

A/N: This is for @luci-in-trenchcoats 2k Follower Challange. My prompt was “Wanna try that again like you mean it?”, which is bolded in the fic. Beta’d by the ever lovely @wheresthekillswitch. Thanks for helping me make what I had even better! Feedback is always welcomed and appreciated.

Tags at the bottom. If you want added/removed, let me know!


“Dammit, Dean, answer your phone.” You’re starting to get worried now.

This is the fourth time you’ve called him, and when his voice comes over the line telling you to leave a message, it’s the fourth time you’ve had to swallow down the fear so it doesn’t come through in your voice. “You were supposed to just watch him, Winchester. If you’ve gotten yourself into trouble again, so help me God, you’re going to pay.”

You end the call, tapping your phone against your palm as you try to think. You suck a breath in through your nose, hold it for 5 seconds, then release it. You need to clear your head, figure out your next step. He’s got the Impala, of course, so if you plan on finding the him you’re going to have to borrow a car for a bit. You grab your leather jacket off the chair back, swinging it over your shoulders, shoving your hands through the sleeves as you grab your room key and head for the door. You check your phone one more time before sliding it into your pocket, shutting the door behind you as you scan the parking lot of the motel, eyes squinted to the bright mid-day sun.

There aren’t many cars parked in the poorly paved lot, and the ones that are there aren’t ones you want to trouble yourself with. You jog over to the diner across the street, eyes hopping from one car to the next until you spot a nondescript compact sitting in the back row. Yahtzee.

It’s old enough you shouldn’t have to worry about a security system but still looks like it should get you where you’re going without worrying that it’s going to break down. You walk to the car with purpose, looking for all the world like you own it. You slow as you near, hand automatically reaching out to try the handle. It always amazes you how many people just leave their vehicles unlocked in these small towns. You curl your fingers under the handle and give a tug, and sure enough, the door opens right up. With a smirk, you slide in to hotwire it and get your ass moving.

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Long time coming

Bucky x reader

Notes: fluff, hot coffee, Steve and Sam are bratty.

A/N: I needed something short and sweet. So here it is. Enjoy! x 

Summary: a morning incident involving hot coffee finally brings Y/N and Bucky together. 

The moment Y/N walked the kitchen door of the small cabin, Bucky’s eyes were fixed on her. Even though she just woke up and looked a mess with her bedhead and her oversized MIT jersey, he couldn’t stop watching her. As she reached over to the coffee machine she moaned softly -but dramatically- at the movements she had to make to get her daily fuel.

Bucky couldn’t help but smile. She always had a dramatic streak, in a humorous kind of way.

“You alright there, soldier?” He chuckled at her, trying his best to not stare at her ass when she reached up to grab a mug from the cupboard. She wasn’t wearing anything but her cotton panties underneath the MIT jersey, and Bucky wasn’t complaining. 

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Best Friends (Part 8)

Summary: Meeting in college, you and Bucky strike up a friendship. And that is all there is, until Bucky realizes he’s in love with you. But it might just be a little too late for that.

Word Count: 808

Masterlist

A/N: Hope you all enjoy this part! We are nearing the end!

Originally posted by minmiin1d

Bucky glowered at Steve, Sam, and Clint as they stood in front of him. They had made him sit on the couch and were staring down at him, shaking their heads, arms crossed over their chests.

“You’re stupid,” deadpanned Sam.

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One of my favorite little backstage things is when people recognize someone else’s job as more important than their own and move the fuck out of the way.

Anticipated or not, we’ve all been there. You’ll be meandering back to the dressing rooms to rest your feet before the next scene when you see the prop runner bolting toward you. Turning, you instinctively hug the wall just as they fly past. You go on your way.

Or you have just descended the stairs when, “Fuck!” Before you know it you’ve turned around and every actor ascending to make their entrance pins themselves to the rail while you pound up the stairs. You accidentally bump into a guy on the way, but you both forget the encounter.

Or that moment every show when you step to the side with your arms out. Seconds later, an actress drops her prop in your hands as she dashes to her quick change.

It’s (usually) wordless, instead relying on bounding feet and focused eyes to communicate that their job is more important than yours in that moment. Knowing theatre is full of mishaps, we rarely follow up or know what it was about, but trust that it was all to serve the show.

Make a choice Dean

A/N: Story begins in the middle of a hunt.

Warnings: Angst

Make a choice Dean Masterlist

Dean x Sister!Reader    Sam x Sister!Reader

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Originally posted by sammyseyebrows

You and Sam looked around the hallway you were standing in; there was nothing special about it. Just a hallway of what appeared to be an empty factory. Glancing over at Sam, you nodded at each other, silently communicating that you should move.

The two of you were looking for Dean who had been taken by the djinn who fed off of fear. Sam had killed it a day ago but Dean never woke up, which led to where you are now; walking in Dean’s nightmare, trying to find him so that he could wake himself up.

You had just turned the corner when you heard a voice chuckling from what sounded below you. Sam heard it too because he glanced at you before walking to the railing to view what was going on below you.

Your eyes widened as you took in the scene; the dream’s version of you and Sam were each tied to a chair while Dean stood five feet in front of you. A man, a demon with black eyes showing, stood off to the side a few feet away.

“The hell?” You heard Sam say next to you.

“What is going-” You began but stopped when you heard the demon begin to speak.

“Alright Dean, choose. Do you want to save your brother, the one you raised and spent your entire life looking after.” The demon paused, “Or your little half sister who you didn’t even know about until the apocalypse? Your choice.” He said while handing Dean a gun, “You better choose quickly, otherwise I might just kill them both.”

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The Labyrinth Chapter 35

Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin ft. all the members

Length: 4.6k

Summary: Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along. 

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12.20 coda

Max’s eyes get this predatory gleam in them when he looks down into the Impala. Big guns; they’ve always impressed people. It’s a look Dean recognizes in his own face, the same youth-bright passion for really cool shit. He can’t help smirking a bit as he watches Max lean over the trunk.

“So. Bartender’s number, huh?” Dean says.

Max smirks too, still drinking in the Impala’s arsenal in all her splendor. “Oh yeah. Got a date tonight, in fact. Wouldn’t mind showing him the backseat of this baby,” he purrs.

Dean blinks. “Him?”

Max straightens, frowns at him. “Uh, yeah,” he scoffs. “Problem?”

Dean shakes his head, so fast that the world tips on its side for a minute. “Just making conversation,” he coughs.

Max still looks kind of hesitant, though. He takes a step back from Dean and ducks his head to inspect the rims.

Dean watches the back of his head as he does. Young guy, sister that loves him and sticks with him, a mother he adores and doesn’t have to worry about so much. A hot dude bartender’s number.

Dean swallows past a sudden lump in his throat.

This is everything I could have had.

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Reggie x Reader: Shape of You (One Shot)

The title really has nothing to do with the story but I was listening to it when I got this idea and also while writing it so enjoy xxx (ALSO I WROTE THIS ON MY PHONE SO I DID MY BEST IN EDITING IT BUT TELL ME IF YOU SEE ANY ERRORS

Plot: Reggie watches you a lot.

Originally posted by veronicsalodge

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A Fine Line

@rhysand-darling based on her post requesting that someone, anyone write a post acowar fanfic where Feyre and Tamlin talk. He apologizes to her and all this stuff. I hope that it meets a few of your needs.

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He was ashamed to admit that it took him a better part of a decade to stop being angry with her. One night and many bottles of wine later, his ever loyal sentry Bron had shared with him what those few years were like. In the haze of his intoxication he remembered something his mother once told him. Hate and love were a fine line, you chose which side of the line your heart resides. The next morning he went to her old room, he expected the thorns, what he did not expect were the paintings.  

He knew deep down that she did not paint these before or during the war. Five paintings sat as roses amongst the thorns.

An enchanted willow tree. Lucien laughing while sitting on a blanket with a bottle of wine. A pool of stars. Two beings dancing to the song of will-o’-the-wisps. A beautiful male playing the fiddle.  No, not a nameless beautiful male, him. Not the monster he saw in the mirror, had seen for decades, centuries. The memories came cascading down upon his soul and that is when he cracked. He fell to his knees, he did this, he had chosen hate. Even before her, he let the monster within rule his life.

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Every solstice after he found those paintings, he told himself that he would talk with Feyre. Every year he said he would apologize. And every year he made up an excuse not to reach out to her. In the end he always told himself that he was the one that needed closure, not her. She was happy. 

She had no idea that he had moved the paintings to various places around the manor. They helped remind him that he was not his father, he was not the beast that prowled beneath his skin. The paintings reminded him that he had a musician’s soul.

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It had taken decades, but his court and his soul were healing from his father’s reign, a reign he had allowed to continue in the name of tradition.  Since the day he leashed the beast, each tradition was evaluated for what it brought to his people, to his court. He was about to cancel the upcoming centenary Jubilee, another pointless tradition of the Spring Court, when his advisers told him that the people needed a celebration. More importantly the Jubilee was a chance for other courts to visit.

- - - - - - -

The night of the Jubilee ball came, as he descended the stairs his breath caught. She was still the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Her gold brown hair cascaded down her back in waves. She wore a fitting dress of midnight blue that complimented her skin tone and her tattoos. 

Her attention was on the painting he had hung in the foyer, her painting of two souls dancing to the song of will-o’-the-wisps.

“I was wondering if you ever found them.”

He swallowed the knot forming in his throat, “I found them a decade after the war. Thank you.”

It had been too long since her voice echoed off the walls of this manor, “I was so angry with you. I felt like I had given everything for our love and you never saw it. Never valued what I gave.”

He couldn’t look into the eyes of the girl he had abused, he instead looked at his toes, “you had every right to be angry with me. You gave your life for me, for this court, for Prythian. I repaid you by locking you within this manor, letting the grief and despair eat you alive. I did not see you and I will always regret that I didn’t find a way to help you. That is why I hung this painting here, as a reminder.”

He finally looked up and saw silver lining her blue-grey eyes. He only then realized that they had both needed this. They both needed closure. And for all the things he had never given her, the one thing he could give her was closure.

“When I came back I wanted to burn this place to the ground for what you had done to me, for taking me away from my mate and my family. I am sorry for the part I played, for the destruction I caused.”

He nodded, “I was angry at you for a long time for that, but you have nothing to apologize for.”

She looked at him, and for a briefest moment he saw the shock at his words.

“During that month, you gave me choices. If I would have chosen my sentries over a high priestess, my court would not have fallen as easily as it did. If I would have choose to listen to Lucien instead of Ianthe,” he spit out her name with a level of venom that had not passed his lips in decades, “my court would not have been starving.”

He took a deep breath, “I made many bad choices, the moment I made that deal with Hybern, I should have evacuated most of my court, instead of letting countless souls die at the hand of that monster. After I received your letter, instead of running to Hybern, I could have requested a meeting with you. After Lucien came back from the Illyrian steppes and said that you were healthy and you made the choice to stay, I could have listened to him.”

They looked at each other for what felt like an eternity. Each of them trying to silently convey everything that they had ever felt for one another, happiness, love, regret, loss, anger, forgiveness.

“I’m sorry. I am sorry for every painful moment you felt because of me, either from my inaction or from my actions. No matter what I did, it always seemed to hurt you and that will always be one of my greatest regrets in this life.”

Her hand reached up to caress his cheek, “There will always be a part of me that loves you and I will always be grateful for what you have given me.”

“Thank you, Feyre,” he swallowed the sob that wanted to leave his throat, “thank you for seeing the male behind the beast and loving me.”

She didn’t need to hear that there would always be a part of him that loved her as well. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, a silent goodbye to the girl he loved. With a smile, he left her in the foyer.  

Before he entered the ballroom he turned around for one last look at the girl who changed him. In that moment he knew the monster that had once ruled his heart was gone. Instead of feeling jealousy and anger, he felt awed by the sight before him of the High Lady and High Lord of the Night Court.

He knew there would be another time for the apology that he owed to a male that had given him friendship when no one else had. He would need to tell him a story and beg his forgiveness for his inaction.

Just Ask - Part 1

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary: “The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.” You think, after being alive for this long and leading an team of superheroes, Steve Rogers would’ve perfected his communication skills, but apparently, when it comes to women, he just likes to assume, and that is never a good thing. 

A/N: A new drabble series I’m doing, because I’m on fucking fire! I’ve never done a Steve series before so I’m excited! Tags are open for this series, just shoot me an ask!

Thank you @nathalieruaudel for letting me use you as the best friend, I love you 

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Nesta’s First Starfall

Requested by Anonymous 102: “To the night you’ll never remember.” 

Nessian - Starfall


It’s Nesta’s first Starfall and Cassian has taken on the responsibility of watching her. He eagerly volunteered to do it though he would never tell her that. He told her to dress nicely and that he will pick her up at nine to go out and join the festivities. Nesta grumbled a reply and had stalked off to the library.

Now, Cassian stands outside her room, a fist prepared to knocks on her door, but he pauses. He’s not sure what’s going to happen tonight, not sure what he wants to happen tonight. After all, the whole Inner Circle knows how Starfall had helped to open Feyre’s eyes to her feelings for Rhys, who knows what kind of affect tonight would have on Nesta, who was already so close to realizing what was between them. With a sharp intake of breath, Cassian knocks.

His fist is still in the air when the door opens less than a second later. Nesta stands on the other side, one eyebrow raised, and Cassian lets out a low whistle at her appearance. Looking utterly breathtaking, she dons a floor length dress that hugs her form until flaring just above the knee. It is dark blue and incredibly elegant.

“You have to stop hanging about like this, it’s unnerving.” She mutters, slipping her hand into his own outstretched one and allowing him to lead her down the hallway.

Cassian chuckles a bit. “Forgive me, you’re a little unnerving.”

Nesta surprises him by letting a small smirk flit onto her lips, lifting her skirt as they descend the stairs. “So, what is the plan for the evening? Dancing? Food? Wine?”

Cassian places a hand on the doorknob, pausing to give her his own smirk. “Oh, no. Starfall holds something a little more hardcore than that.” Then he opens the door and watches as Nesta’s eyes widen in delight.

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