edge of the storm

The Vibe I Get From The Signs

aries: try hard and badass. wants people to like them and think of them but deep down all they need is themselves. very outspoken and controversial. they don’t go with the flow, they dig their toes into the rocky sand and walk against the current. they’re the person in class who is always on edge, waiting for something to happen and jump in and save everyone. they thirst for adventure and never settle for less than terrifying. the feeling of security and excitement follows them, they never stay still and never stop for anyone. they make you feel as if you’re running through a forest with only a flash light to guide you in the dark, like fear and adrenaline are their drug of choice with you.

taurus: laid back, always calm. the quiet kid in class who has mad jokes and can roast everyone in seconds. they never try to make anything uncomfortable, but they’ll talk with you about anything if you bring it up. they’re an open book but their pages don’t turn themselves. a feeling of sheer joy and calmness. when you’re with them the world feels simpler, like all complications faded away and color has returned for good.

gemini: sarcastic beyond belief. very reserved but outgoing. naturally mean sometimes when they don’t try to be, they have trouble thinking of others feelings when it comes to certain topics. always want what’s best for you even when that may not be something you want, but they always know the right path and never wander too far from it. a feeling of desire to stay in their presence is always there. a cool autumn night and you’re sitting next to a speeding train, unafraid and ready.

cancer: smart, not afraid to be themselves. give off the feeling of a rebellious school kid that the teachers love but no one knows why. always know how to make you smile even when you’re at your worst. doesn’t seek trouble but somehow it finds them. they always find a way to keep a cool head and strategically problem solve. the feeling they give is a cool breeze, never too harsh and never too rough. they feel like when you dig your feet into the sand while water slowly pours in, pulling you in calmly.

leo: very outwardly, not afraid of anyone or anything. that person who always entertains you even when you’re not communicating. very extroverted but is really introverted when they’re not around people they know. loves to take care of people when they need to take care of themselves first. they wrap a warm feeling around you and make sure you feel safe always. they feel like the steepest roller coaster ride, that feeling that hits when you’re about to drop, then the pleasure and joy that comes when you fall.

virgo: ahead of the game. always seems to be two steps ahead, goes over all the possible things you could say and calculated their response. try’s to not be a know-it-all but can’t help it. give off the feeling of assurance. they do their best and are very hard on themselves, but they can also be unforgiving. the feeling you get when you get a question right in math class and you can’t help but smile. imagine sitting under a great oak, taking in the spring air, the feeling of the breeze hugging you and brushing through your hair.

libra: beautiful and unique. the kid who’s in theatre and puts everything they have into the performance. makes the dirtiest jokes and turns everything into sexual innuendos. they make you feel whole and happy inside, like everything is good in the world. they always seem busy, maybe come off as superficial because of their busy ways. but if it’s important enough to them, they will make time even if they have to stop the earth from turning. they love hard and they break easy, but their recovery is quick and they always bounce back. you feel like you’re on an island with them, watching the waves gush in and roll away.

scorpio: secretive. very dark-humor but very sweet. they’re like a fishing line and you’re the fish, you get stuck on them and they feel you in and you’re caught. the way they talk makes it seem like they have a dark past and chests full of secrets. they feel like the riptide in the ocean but more gentle, they care too much and they get hurt a lot because of that. you feel safe yet always on edge with them, like a storm is coming but you’re in the eye, safe from it all.

sagittarius: risk-taker. loves new challenges but hates heart break. always somehow leave you stunned and intrigued. they love confrontation and love the quiet. think of the kid in class that sasses the teacher but gets away with it. wear their heart on their sleeve and gets dangerous when people play with it. they set an earthy tone, like a ferris wheel ride and you’re stuck at the top admiring the city lights.

capricorn: emotionless when threatened. complicated but beautiful. they never live a dull moment and always grab life by the horns. aren’t afraid of judgement but still hate being judged. a calm sea wraps them up, smooth and strong, but also wicked and rough. they don’t like being told no or that things they do are wrong. they take care of their friends and love endlessly. like curling up in a wool blanket on a wicked winter night, the snow tapping at the windows and the weight and comfort of them keeping you safe.

aquarius: unpredictable. always has the right words and never will hide their true colors. will be mean as hell or as sweet as sugar, depending on the people they involve themselves with. loves to be loved. like the cute kid in class who can do anything and it’d be considered art. very creative and very influential. they vibe with almost everything and anyone, they understand deep emotions and always question the universe. the feeling of insecureness comes with being around them, but only because their speak is so beautiful and sophisticated you feel behind somehow. always reassure you that you’re perfect the way you are. like a stormy day, dark thunder clouds and dime-sized rain drops, electrifying but alluring.

pisces: likable and kind. kind of quiet but has a loud mind. has a deep need to be loved and can get very emotional when hurt. they absolutely hate feeling useless and are always asking to help. they make use out of everything they see and are very inventive. no matter what the problem is, they find a solution. sometimes get taken for granted, but never do the same to others. think of the kid in class who is just like everyone else, so it seems, until you see them when no one is watching, how collected they are, how eager to help. they are lured in by kindness and give all they have. they feel like a hot and humid summer day while you dive into a cool pool of water and your worries and issues seem to slip off into the blue and disappear.

i noticed y’all have been enjoying my novel masterposts. so im just going to keep posting because im obsessed with books like that T.T

for my study-like-rory studyblr friends who want to read all the books mentioned in gilmore girls (because hello?? who doesn’t??), here’s a list! pls let me know if i missed a book, but i think it’s quite a complete list! enjoy!!


  • 1984 – George Orwell


  • The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn – Mark Twain
  • Alice in Wonderland – Lewis Carroll
  • The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay – Michael Chabon
  • An American Tragedy – Theodore Dreiser
  • Angela’s Ashes – Frank McCourt
  • Anna Karenina – Leo Tolstoy
  • Anne Frank: Diary of a Young Girl – Anne Frank
  • Archidamian War – Donald Kagen
  • The Art of Fiction  – Henry James
  • The Art of War – Sun Tzu
  • As I Lay Dying – William Faulkner
  • Atonement – Ian McEwan
  • The Awakening – Kate Chopin
  • Autobiography of a Face – Lucy Grealy


  • Babe – Dick King-Smith
  • Backlash – Susan Faludi
  • Balzac & the Little Chinese Seamstress – Dai Sijie
  • The Bell Jar – Sylvia Plath
  • Beloved – Toni Morrison
  • Beowulf – Seamus Heaney
  • The Bhagava Gita
  • The Bielski Brothers – Peter Duffy
  • Bitch in Praise of Difficult Women – Elizabeth Wurtzel
  • A Bolt From the Blue & other Essays – Mary McCarthy
  • Brave New World – Aldous Huxley
  • Brick Lane – Monica Ali
  • Brigadoon – Alan Jay Lerner


  • Candide – Voltaire
  • The Canterbury Tales – Chaucer
  • Carrie –Stephen King
  • Catch – 22 – Joseph Heller
  • The Catcher in the Rye – JD Salinger
  • The Celebrated Jumping Frog – Mark Twain
  • Charlotte’s Web – EB White
  • The Children’s Hour – Lilian Hellman
  • Christine – Stephen King
  • A Christmas Carol – Charles Dickens
  • A Clockwork Orange – Anthony Burgess
  • The Code of the Woosters – PG Wodehouse
  • The Collected Short Stories – Eudora Welty
  • The Collected Stories of Eudora Welty
  • A Comedy of Errors – William Shakespeare
  • Complete Novels – Dawn Powell
  • The Complete Poems – Anne Sexton
  • Complete Stories – Dorothy Parker
  • A Confederacy of Dunces – John Kennedy Toole
  • The Count of Monte Cristo – Alexandre Dumas
  • Cousin Bette – Honore de Balzac
  • Crime & Punishment – Fyodor Dostoevsky
  • The Crimson Petal & the White – Michael Faber
  • The Crucible – Arthur Miller
  • Cujo – Stephen King
  • The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime – Mark Haddon


  • Daughter of Fortune – Isabel Allende
  • David and Lisa – Dr. Theodore Issac Rubin
  • David Coperfield – Charles Dickens
  • The Da Vinci Code – Dan Brown
  • Deal Souls – Nikolai Gogol (Season 3, episode 3)
  • Demons – Fyodor Dostoyevsky
  • Death of a Salesman – Arthur Miller
  • Deenie – Judy Blume
  • The Devil in the White City – Erik Larson
  • The Dirt – Tommy Lee, Vince Neil, Mick Mark, & Nikki Sixx
  • The Divine Comedy – Dante
  • The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood – Rebecca Wells
  • Don Quijote – Cervantes
  • Driving Miss Daisy – Alfred Uhrv
  • Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde ­– Robert Louis Stevenson


  • Complete Tales & Poems – Edgar Allan Poe
  • Eleanor Roosevelt – Blanche Wiesen Cook
  • The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test – Tom Wolfe
  • Ella Minnow Pea – Mark Dunn
  • Eloise – Kay Thompson
  • Emily the Strange – Roger Reger
  • Emma – Jane Austen
  • Empire Falls – Richard Russo
  • Encyclopedia Brown – Donald J. Sobol
  • Ethan Frome – Edith Wharton
  • Ethics – Spinoza
  • Eva Luna – Isabel Allende
  • Everything is Illuminated – Jonathon Safran Foer
  • Extravagance – Gary Kist


  • Fahrenheit 451 – Ray Bradbury
  • Fahrenheit 911 – Michael Moore
  • The Fall of the Athenian Empire – Donald Kagan
  • Fat Land:How Americans Became the Fattest People in the World – Greg Critser
  • Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas – Hunter S. Thompson
  • The Fellowship of the Ring – J R R Tolkien
  • Fiddler on the Roof – Joseph Stein
  • The Five People You Meet in Heaven – Mitch Albom
  • Finnegan’s Wake – James Joyce
  • Fletch – Gregory McDonald
  • Flowers of Algernon – Daniel Keyes
  • The Fortress of Solitude – Jonathon Lethem
  • The Fountainhead – Ayn Rand
  • Frankenstein – Mary Shelley
  • Franny and Zooey – JD Salinger
  • Freaky Friday – Mary Rodgers


  • Galapagos – Kurt Vonnegut
  • Gender Trouble – Judith Baker
  • George W. Bushism – Jacob Weisberg
  • Gidget – Fredrick Kohner
  • Girl, Interrupted – Susanna Kaysen
  • The Ghostic Gospels – Elaine Pagels
  • The Godfather – Mario Puzo
  • The God of Small Things – Arundhati Roy
  • Goldilocks & the Three Bears – Alvin Granowsky
  • Gone with the Wind – Margaret Mitchell
  • The Good Soldier – Ford Maddox Ford
  • The Gospel According to Judy Bloom
  • The Graduate – Charles Webb
  • The Grapes of Wrath – John Steinbeck
  • The Great Gatsby – F. Scott Fitzgerald
  • Great Expectations – Charles Dickens
  • The Group – Mary McCarthy


  • Hamlet – Shakespeare
  • Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire – JK Rowling
  • Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone – JK Rowling
  • A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius – Dave Eggers
  • Heart of Darkness – Joseph Conrad
  • Helter Skelter – Vincent Bugliosi
  • Henry IV, Part 1 – Shakespeare
  • Henry IV, Part 2 – Shakespeare
  • Henry V – Shakespeare
  • High Fidelity – Nick Hornby
  • The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire – Edward Gibbons
  • Holidays on Ice – David Sedaris
  • The Holy Barbarians – Lawrence Lipton
  • House of Sand and Fog – Andre Dubus III
  • The House of the Spirits – Isabel Allende
  • How to Breathe Underwater – Julie Orringer
  • How the Grinch Stole Christmas – Dr. Seuss
  • How the Light Gets In – MJ Hyland
  • Howl – Alan Ginsburg
  • The Hunchback of Notre Dame – Victor Hugo


  • The Illiad – Homer
  • I’m With the Band – Pamela des Barres
  • In Cold Blood – Truman Capote
  • Inferno – Dante
  • Inherit the Wind – Jerome Lawrence & Robert E Lee
  • Iron Weed – William J. Kennedy
  • It Takes a Village – Hilary Clinton


  • Jane Eyre – Charlotte Bronte
  • The Joy Luck Club – Amy Tan
  • Julius Caesar – Shakespeare
  • The Jungle – Upton Sinclair
  • Just a Couple of Days – Tony Vigorito


  • The Kitchen Boy – Robert Alexander
  • Kitchen Confidential – Anthony Bourdain
  • The Kite Runner – Khaled Hosseini


  • Lady Chatterley’s Lover – DH Lawrence
  • The Last Empire: Essays 1992-2000 – Gore Vidal
  • Leaves of Grass – Walt Whitman
  • The Legend of Bagger Vance – Steven Pressfield
  • Less Than Zero – Bret Easton Ellis
  • Letters to a Young Poet – Rainer Maria Rilke
  • Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them – Al Franken
  • Life of Pi – Yann Martel
  • Little Dorrit – Charles Dickens
  • The Little Locksmith – Katharine Butler Hathaway
  • The Little Match Girl – Hans Christian Anderson
  • Little Woman – Louisa May Alcott
  • Living History – Hillary Clinton
  • Lord of the Flies – William Golding
  • The Lottery & Other Stories – Shirley Jackson
  • The Lovely Bones – Alice Sebold
  • The Love Story – Eric Segal


  • Macbeth – Shakespeare
  • Madame Bovary – Gustave Flaubert
  • The Manticore – Robertson Davies (Season 3, episode 3)
  • Marathon Man – William Goldman
  • The Master and Margarita – Mikhail Bulgakov
  • Memoirs of  Dutiful Daughter – Simone de Beauvoir
  • Memoirs of General WT Sherman – William Tecumseh Sherman
  • Me Talk Pretty One Day – David Sedaris
  • The Meaning of Consuelo – Judith Ortiz Cofer
  • Mencken’s Chrestomathy – HR Mencken
  • The Merry Wives of Windsor – Shakespeare
  • The Metamorphosis – Franz Kafka
  • Middlesex – Jeffrey Eugenides
  • The Miracle Worker – William Gibson
  • Moby Dick – Herman Melville
  • The Mojo Collection – Jim Irvin
  • Moliere – Hobart Chatfield Taylor
  • A Monetary History of the US – Milton Friedman
  • Monsieur Proust – Celeste Albaret
  • A Month of Sundays – Julie Mars
  • A Moveable Feast – Ernest Hemingway
  • Mrs. Dalloway – Virginia Woolf
  • Mutiny on the Bounty – Charles Nordhoff & James Norman Hall
  • My Lai 4 – Seymour M Hersh
  • My Life as Author and Editor – HR Mencken
  • My Life in Orange – Tim Guest
  • My Sister’s Keeper – Jodi Picoult


  • The Naked and the Dead – Norman Mailer
  • The Name of the Rose – Umberto Eco
  • The Namesake – Jhumpa Lahiri
  • The Nanny Diaries – Emma McLaughlin
  • Nervous System – Jan Lars Jensen
  • New Poems of Emily Dickinson
  • The New Way Things Work – David Macaulay
  • Nickel and Dimed – Barbara Ehrenreich
  • Night – Elie Wiesel
  • Northanger Abbey – Jane Austen
  • The Norton Anthology of Theory & Criticism – William E Cain
  • Novels 1930-1942: Dance Night/Come Back to Sorrento, Turn, Magic Wheel/Angels on Toast/A Time to be Born by Dawn Powell
  • Notes of a Dirty Old Man – Charles Bukowski


  • Of Mice and Men – John Steinbeck
  • Old School – Tobias Wolff
  • Oliver Twist – Charles Dickens
  • On the Road – Jack Keruac
  • One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovitch – Alexander Solzhenitsyn
  • One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest – Ken Kesey
  • One Hundred Years of Solitude – Gabriel Garcia Marquez
  • The Opposite of Fate: Memories of a Writing Life – Amy Tan
  • Oracle Night – Paul Auster
  • Oryx and Crake – Margaret Atwood
  • Othello – Shakespeare
  • Our Mutual Friend – Charles Dickens
  • The Outbreak of the Peloponnesian War – Donald Kagan
  • Out of Africa – Isac Dineson
  • The Outsiders – S. E. Hinton


  • A Passage to India – E.M. Forster
  • The Peace of Nicias and the Sicilian Expedition – Donald Kagan
  • The Perks of Being a Wallflower – Stephen Chbosky
  • Peyton Place – Grace Metalious
  • The Picture of Dorian Gray – Oscar Wilde
  • Pigs at the Trough – Arianna Huffington
  • Pinocchio – Carlo Collodi
  • Please Kill Me – Legs McNeil & Gilliam McCain
  • The Polysyllabic Spree – Nick Hornby
  • The Portable Dorothy Parker
  • The Portable Nietzche
  • The Price of Loyalty – Ron Suskind
  • Pride and Prejudice – Jane Austen
  • Property – Valerie Martin
  • Pushkin – TJ Binyon
  • Pygmalion – George Bernard Shaw


  • Quattrocento – James McKean
  • A Quiet Storm – Rachel Howzell Hall


  • Rapunzel – Grimm Brothers
  • The Razor’s Edge – W Somerset Maugham
  • Reading Lolita in Tehran – Azar Nafisi
  • Rebecca – Daphne de Maurier
  • Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm – Kate Douglas Wiggin
  • The Red Tent – Anita Diamant
  • Rescuing Patty Hearst – Virginia Holman
  • The Return of the King – JRR Tolkien
  • R is for Ricochet – Sue Grafton
  • Rita Hayworth – Stephen King
  • Robert’s Rules of Order – Henry Robert
  • Roman Fever – Edith Wharton
  • Romeo and Juliet – Shakespeare
  • A Room of One’s Own – Virginia Woolf
  • A Room with a View – EM Forster
  • Rosemary’s Baby – Ira Levin
  • The Rough Guide to Europe


  • Sacred Time – Ursula Hegi
  • Sanctuary – William Faulkner
  • Savage Beauty – Nancy Milford
  • Say Goodbye to Daisy Miller – Henry James
  • The Scarecrow of Oz – Frank L. Baum
  • The Scarlet Letter – Nathanial Hawthorne
  • Seabiscuit – Laura Hillenbrand
  • The Second Sex – Simone de Beauvior
  • The Secret Life of Bees – Sue Monk Kidd
  • Secrets of the Flesh – Judith Thurman
  • Selected Letters of Dawn Powell (1913-1965)
  • Sense and Sensibility – Jane Austen
  • A Separate Place – John Knowles
  • Several Biographies of Winston Churchill
  • Sexus – Henry Miller
  • The Shadow of the Wind – Carlos Ruiz Zafron
  • Shane – Jack Shaefer
  • The Shining – Stephen King
  • Siddartha – Hermann Hesse
  • S is for Silence – Sue Grafton
  • Slaughter-House 5 – Kurt Vonnegut
  • Small Island – Andrea Levy
  • Snows of Kilamanjaro – Ernest Hemingway
  • Snow White and Red Rose – Grimm Brothers
  • Social Origins of Dictatorship and Democracy – Barrington Moore
  • The Song of Names – Norman Lebrecht
  • Song of the Simple Truth – Julia de Burgos
  • The Song Reader – Lisa Tucker
  • Songbook – Nick Hornby
  • The Sonnets – Shakespeare
  • Sonnets from the Portuegese – Elizabeth Barrett Browning
  • Sophie’s Choice – William Styron
  • The Sound and the Fury – William Faulkner
  • Speak, Memory – Vladimir Nabakov
  • Stiff, The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers – Mary Roach
  • The Story of my Life – Helen Keller
  • A Streetcar Named Desire – Tennessee Williams
  • Stuart Little – EB White
  • Sun Also Rises – Ernest Hemingway
  • Swann’s Way – Marcel Proust
  • Swimming with Giants – Anne Collett
  • Sybil – Flora Rheta Schreiber


  • A Tale of Two Cities – Charles Dickens
  • Tender is the Night – F Scott Fitzgerald
  • Term of Endearment – Larry McMurty
  • Time and Again – Jack Finney
  • The Time Traveler’s Wife – Audrey Niffeneggar
  • To Have and to Have Not – Ernest Hemingway
  • To Kill a Mockingbird – Harper Lee
  • The Tragedy of Richard III – Shakespeare
  • Travel and Motoring through Europe – Myra Waldo
  • A Tree Grows in Brooklyn – Betty Smith
  • The Trial – Franz Kafka
  • The True and Outstanding Adventures of the Hunt Sisters – Elisabeth Robinson
  • Truth & Beauty – Ann Patchett
  • Tuesdays with Morrie – Mitch Albom


  • Ulysses – James Joyce
  • The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (1950-1962)
  • Uncle Tom’s Cabin – Harriet Beecher Stowe
  • Unless – Carol Shields


  • Valley of the Dolls – Jacqueline Susann
  • The Vanishing Newspaper – Philip Meyers
  • Vanity Fair – William Makepeace Thackeray
  • Velvet Underground – Joe Harvard
  • The Virgin Suicides – Jeffrey Eugenides


  • Waiting for Godot – Samuel Beckett
  • Walden – Henry David Thoreau
  • Walt Disney’s Bambi – Felix Salten
  • War and Peace – Leo Tolstoy
  • We Owe You Nothing – Daniel Sinker
  • What Colour is Your Parachute – Richard Nelson Bolles
  • What Happened to Baby Jane – Henry Farrell
  • When the Emperor Was Divine – Julie Otsuka
  • Who Moved My Cheese? Spencer Johnson
  • Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? Edward Albee
  • Wicked – Gregory Maguire
  • The Wizard of Oz – Frank L Baum
  • Wuthering Heights – Emily Bronte


  • The Yearling – Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
  • The Year of Magical Thinking – Joan Didion


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me after watching an episode
  • Me: "OMG best episode ever. I need to post this on Tumblr"
  • 'looks on Tumblr to already see Fanfiction, posts, memes, Imagines etc.'
  • Me: "well shit"

Sleep less…
Read more.

[When I finish my exams I’ll have so many books to catch up with! It’s both thrilling and scary.]

the aesthetics of the gods
  • Aphrodite: the bruises of love bites left by lovers on necks and thighs; smudged lipstick from hasty kisses; blood red roses with their sharp thorns still intact; the way you hug someone you love when you reunite after a lengthy separation
  • Apollo: polished instruments gleaming, held like the most precious of jewels by their owners; a sunny day with a clear blue sky where there are no clouds in sight; the rough script of poems penned out on scraps of paper or napkins before they're forgotten; when music is so loud that you feel it reverberating in your bones; the pale lines of fading scars
  • Ares: the hands of a fighter, short finger nails and bloodied knuckles; split lips that have scabbed over; the smooth and intricate lines of old weapons you see mounted on museum walls; deep trenches dug out from the earth; the way barbed wire contrasts against whatever it surrounds
  • Artemis: loose braids with wild flowers slipped in; the majesty of tall trees stretching up endlessly towards the heavens; the wide and captivating eyes of wild deer; cloudy nights where the moon is just barely peeking through; the colorful fletching of arrows drawn back to rest upon cheeks and along jaws
  • Athena: the straight and steady way a soldier stands at attention; fingertips smudged with ink; a stack of books to read piled on the floor or a nightstand; eyes gleaming with the glow of new ideas; the quiet and contemplative aura of museums and libraries
  • Demeter: the way sunlight catches dust motes in the air through the gaps in the leaves of the trees; the feeling of life you get from standing in the middle of an orchard with bees buzzing around you; crocuses and snowdrops peeking through the last dredges of winter's snow
  • Hades: the bleached bones of animals in the forest when moss has begun to engulf them; the way that graveyard angels look like they're weeping in the rain; the solemn aura of old churches, citadels, synagogues, temples, and mosques
  • Hephaestus: the pleasure of holding something you've created in your palms; the soft glow of heated metal; the intricate beauty of cogs and gears fitting together precisely and working in tandem; the smooth and polished surfaces of high-rise business buildings
  • Hera: the lacy white of flowing wedding gowns; the way a couple's hands look clasped together; pairs of old wedding rings that are scratched from years of use; the feeling of surrealism that comes from looking at old family portraits; getting used to sharing a space with someone else and then seeing the mannerisms you've unknowingly adopted from them
  • Hermes: the way that the low beam headlights of a car touch the roads that stretch ever onwards at night; old maps yellowed at the corners from their age; the way that things rush past when you look out the window of a car or train; quick hands slipping deftly into pockets and taking what they find
  • Hestia: the light and protection of street lights in an otherwise dark city; the warmth of your bed on cold winter mornings; the heat of a fire as you sit around it with people you love; the comfort of a home-cooked meal
  • Poseidon: the way light looks when you're seeing it shine down from deep underwater; the effervescent colors of cresting waves; the eery beauty of shipwrecks; the ripples created when you trail your fingertips through still waters; dust clouds kicked up by the passing of strong hooves
  • Zeus: the way that storm clouds darken the edge of the horizon; silhouettes framed against the sky by flashes of lightning; the splay of feathers of a bird's outstretched wings; the polished and tarnished brass of old fashioned scales
Eridian Revenge Hex ✂

Eris is named for the Greek goddess of discord, chaos, and strife - that being said, other associations include revenge, jealousy, rivalry, and power. Use this hex to seek revenge on a target, only to be lifted if they ever learn their lesson.


  • A mirror
  • A taglock for your target - in this case, a photo of them would be best
  • A box big enough to fit the mirror
  • A piece of tape
  • Storm water


  • Anoint the edges of the mirror with storm water in a counterclockwise motion
  • Meditating on your intent, tape the taglock to the center of the mirror face down, to where the photo is facing the mirror
  • Place the mirror in a dark box or container - this represents the isolation and misery they will feel for their wrongdoings - seal the box
  • When you think they’ve learned their lesson you can then remove the mirror from the box, throw away the taglock, and cleanse the mirror


In the Heart of the Storm (Part 1)

Bucky x Reader

Summary – You are house-sitting for some friends on the Chesapeake Bay in the middle of a hurricane. Unbeknownst to you, you’re not alone. Takes place immediately following the events of Captain America: The Winter Soldier. 

Warnings – Storms, power outages, knives

Word Count – 1,909

Notes – I actually do a lot of house-sitting on the side, and let me tell you, if this ever happened to me, I would lose it!! The house in this story is actually based of one of the places I stay at.  It’s absolutely gorgeous, the only difference is, it’s on a farm whereas the house in this fic is by the Bay.  As always, I appreciate all of your feedback and questions!!!

Part 1  

Series Masterlist


You stood on the front porch and waved goodbye to your friends, Aaron and Olivia, as they drove off on their two-week road trip to the Grand Canyon. Although you loved your friends dearly, you also loved when they went out of town.  They always asked you to stay at their house on the Chesapeake Bay. It was a gorgeous two-story loft-style home with a wall of windows on the back half of the house that overlooked the Bay.  There was a small dock leading out over the water, and you loved nothing more than to sit out there with a good book and a glass of wine.  This was more of a vacation than a side job for you, but you weren’t going to tell anyone that!

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not all of us are made of stardust
not all of us are gold-breathers, poet-girls, doe eyed boys with soft teeth

I was born with red poppy lips and horns that broke my mother’s poisonous bones. my throat is the wind on the rainy day and I cannot stop the cold or the spring buds. there is a trembling in my hot bones, shaking fingers pressed to parted lips and eyes open too wide

I collect poet’s tongues in a yellow paper envelope with nothing but “empty lungs” written on the back with thick black sharpie

my desk is the space under the sink in the bathroom, the door with the broken lock. it is a burned tile floor with droplets of dried rust blood but it is mine and I will keep both hands on the double-edged sword.

my own teeth are full of the fury of a summer storm, all the wicked power meant for more than this body, meat dripping off the bone. flesh and mind are at war and I am the sole witness to the damage of my vicious honey-bitter soul.

my hands are charcoal, vanilla ice cream in the mouth of an empty-eyed child, vile words on a crisp clean paper.

there are flies on my lips, they can taste my stagnant breath and know that my lungs have been breathing air that wasn’t mine. I can’t get away from the child that used to be me, my decaying name is a shard of glass plunged into my bandaged ribcage every time my mother opens her mouth.

my way out isn’t reading books any more, it is ripping them apart and writing poetry. it is walking in the rain until I can’t feel my arms, burning my tongue on fresh brownies, wearing flowers in the hair that is too long but is mine anyways. it is breathing with bandages and anxiety in every open stall, it is blood and stained glass and permanent markers on my skin. it is the smell of gasoline and the deer who stare at me just out of reach.

I am not a gold-breather, poet girl, I am a doe eyed boy but not with soft teeth. I am sickness, a fever in the brain, a numbness in the body. I am burnt lover letters, a lightning struck tree.
I am judas, kissing jesus not because I was born a traitor but because I want to taste him and neither of us wants to die alone.

30 multipurpose prompts, open to interpretation

to write, draw, or whatever. have people choose a number and perhaps a character, or proceed however you wish and invent it all. 

  1. The 11th. 
  2. Lost at the creek. 
  3. Above, there is an attic.
  4. The tree is very old. 
  5. A figure at the edge of the woods.
  6. Horses anticipating a storm. 
  7. One foot in another world. 
  8. Face on the other side of a dark window. 
  9. Driving for many hours through mountains. 
  10. The photograph. 
  11. In search of sea life. 
  12. A blue tin kettle. 
  13. Wanderer on a scorched path. 
  14. It had no eyes. 
  15. Please, let’s go home. 
  16. Small birds, dry grass. 
  17. A hero in the wrong. 
  18. Unearthed bones. 
  19. The sensation of falling as experienced in a dream. 
  20. How far can you carry this?
  21. Conversations with the crows. 
  22. A book infested with ghosts. 
  23. Forgetting why it mattered. 
  24. The protection of laughter. 
  25. Each time we climb the stairs, something changes. 
  26. Wildness on the loose. 
  27. The passage of time as it varies by season. 
  28. Sunlight on rumpled sheets and the smell of pine.
  29. I love you, they said. I love you. 
  30. Submersion in cool water. 

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Headcanon: Dean teaching his daughter how to drive in the Impala

The first time she touched the wheel, she was three. Sitting on his lap while he pressed down on the pedals, her little hands completely enveloped by his large ones as he guided the slow-moving car around the cul-de-sac. Her giggled echoed off the car’s ceiling, bouncing back at him and making his eyes wrinkle around the edges.

Ten years later, they argued, she stormed out and snatched the keys on her way. As the door slammed, she bolted for the shiny black car, shoving the keys into the engine and looking down at all the gauges and buttons, wondering what exactly did what. Which was the gas, which was the brake? And what did all the letters stand for? Dean ripped the driver’s door open just as she pounded her hands onto the wheel and tears streamed down her face. He knelt down beside the car and let his not-so-small baby fall into his arms. One hand held her tight while the other smoothed down her hair. His calm voice, a harsh contrast to the yelling he’d just been doing, whispered softly in her ear, telling her it was okay, but then he joked that if she ever threatened to leave in his car again, he would disown her. She pulled back and chuckled, wiping the tears from her eyes as she shook her head.

Sixteen. Dean couldn’t believe how fast the time had gone. She was sixteen years old and had her driver’s license. She begged, pleaded, practically kissed her father’s feet to let her drive his most prized possession. When he finally gave in, she squealed and jumped into his arms, thanking him with a kiss on the cheek. He laughed lightly and eased himself into the passenger seat, an unfamiliar feeling, taking him back to when he was a teenager riding around with his own father. He instructed her, told her to start out slow, take it easy on her. Rolling her eyes, his daughter threw the car into reverse and backed out of her parking spot like a natural. The smile on Dean’s face shone brighter than the sun that day, so unbelievably proud of his oldest daughter that he couldn’t even try to contain it.

Of all the memories with girls he’d had in this car over the years, teaching his little girl to drive was by far his favorite.

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One Moment (Day 3: Secret Admirer)

For @carryon-valentines

Summary: Another gosh darn soulmate AU. 

Word count: 1412

Warnings: This is hella angsty. People are punched. Baz is sad. It’s gr8 

I’m not even going to pretend I don’t know it. Simon Snow is beautiful. He’s kind. He’s a fucking mess. And he’s my soulmate.

I couldn’t be sure until I touched him, but I didn’t want to be sure. I lasted seven years without touching him, because I was afraid to touch. I was afraid of my feelings for him being real. Simon Snow already occupied my mind day and night even in black and white; he was my obsession. I was afraid that if I ever touched him, if I ever figured out what color his eyes really were, it would drive me insane.

In the beginning of our time as roommates, Simon and I acted civil toward each other, but everything changed during fifth year. That year, I started to think about what color Simon’s lips were. That year, I started to wonder why Wellbelove wanted to kiss him when his lips were always so chapped. That year, I started to wonder what his chapped lips would feel like against mine. Actually, I didn’t start wondering about that during fifth year. I simply figured out why I was wondering it in the first place.

The realization came one evening over dinner. He was sitting with his friends, and I was sitting with mine. It was all very normal. It was normal to see Wellbelove smiling at Simon; and it was normal to see Simon smiling back. The pang of jealousy I felt, however, was not normal. It had finally hit me.

That evening, I stayed in the catacombs later than usual. I drained a few extra rats, and tried not to cry. I tried not to cry over the fact that I was in love with Simon Snow.

When I finally made my way back to the room, Simon had already taken his shirt off and begun climbing into bed. He mumbled his usual, “G’night, Baz.”

Instead of my usual hum of acknowledgement, I replied with, “Oh, piss off, Snow.”

I remember him turning and looking at me like I had just spat in his face, before I turned and entered the bathroom. I made sure to slam the door behind me.  

My father could deal with the fact that I was a vampire. He could accept me even though I am not exactly alive. But my father would never accept me if he knew my soulmate was the Mage’s heir. So, I didn’t want to accept it either.

From then on, I made it my mission to make sure Simon Snow wanted nothing to do with me. I insulted him. I embarrassed him. I flirted with Wellbelove. Crowley, I even pushed him down the stairs! Unfortunately, my plans backfired. From then on, Simon wouldn’t leave me alone. Everyday he’d wake up and follow me around the school grounds, making sure I didn’t “cause any trouble.” Sometimes, I thought that he was more obsessed me, than I was with him. But that was impossible.

There were so many times that Simon almost touched me. Each time, I’d pull away from him right before our skin could make contact and feign disgust. Each time, through the filter of gray that clouded our eyes, I saw a little piece of Simon break. That little piece did more to me than I ever wanted to admit. Still, I kept on pushing him away. I kept trying to make him despise me. I never pushed him completely over the edge though. One of us would always storm off, before I got the chance. That was until one day in seventh year.

It started off like any other day, and it ended like any other day: with me coming back from the catacombs at a ridiculous hour, and Simon pretending like he was asleep (like he wasn’t waiting for me to return). Everything was normal, until Simon sat up.

“Back from draining a first year?” he asked. I rolled my eyes, as I gathered my things and prepared to change into my pajamas. Simon persisted. “I know you’re a vampire.”

I sighed before before replying, “Of course, Snow. I’m also the bloody queen.” I didn’t turn to look at him. I just listened to his bed creak as he stood up.

“So, you don’t deny it?” he asked. I turned to him. “Ever heard of sarcasm, Snow?” I scoffed as I continued, “I figured you of all people could take a joke, considering you are one.”

Simon glared at me. “What?”

I sneered. “Did I stutter?”  

Simon growled, “Baz, listen–”

“No, Snow, you listen to me,” I interrupted. “I’m as much of a vampire as you are the chosen one.”

Simon scrunched up his nose. I smirked. “Let me make this clear, in case you’re too dumb to figure it out on your own. I’m not a vampire, and you’re not the chosen one.”

I watched Simon and pretended his frustration was amusing me. He clenched his fists and gnashed his teeth. I could tell he was trying, and failing, to keep calm. It hurt to watch. I pushed farther. “Everyone may think you are,” I spat, “but I know that there’s no way in hell that an idiot like you could ever be the chosen one.” I could tell he was almost there. That’s when I told him, “I bet The Mage knows it, too. You’re not the chosen one. You were just a tool. His ticket to becoming headmaster–”

That’s when I felt it. His fist against my cheek. It impacted harder than I expected. I gasped as I held my face. The inside of my cheek had been sliced open on one of my teeth, and blood drooled out of my mouth onto the floor. At first, I didn’t notice it. It was dark, and I was in pain. But on the always white carpet, next to my alway black shoes, I saw a hint of red.

I didn’t have to look at him to know that he was gaping at me like an idiot. I didn’t want to look at him. I was afraid. I hadn’t been that afraid in a long time, because I knew when I looked up my whole world was going to change. So, we stood in silence, while I worked up the courage, as my eyes filled with tears.

I prayed that Simon would want nothing to do with me afterwards. That I could keep pretending I wasn’t in love with him. That everything would stay the same. But, when I looked up at him, nothing was the same.

I was no stranger to building walls around my heart. It’s much easier to push everyone away than to risk getting your heart broken. Over time, though, my walls had begun to deteriorate, and looking into Simon’s eyes was one final blow that sent my walls crashing down around me. And as the walls fell, tears began streaming down my face. That’s when another realization hit me: I didn’t want to pretend not to love Simon Snow, because I did love him. I loved him so much. I thought it would kill me, before I got the chance to tell him just how much.

It’s strange to think about how much changed in just one moment. Before that moment, only three things mattered to me: 1) I didn’t want Simon Snow to be my soulmate, 2) he was my soulmate anyway, and 3) that I never wanted him to know we were soulmates.

As I stood, crying, staring into his eyes, none of it seemed to matter anymore. What mattered was how gently he was touching my face, how he was wiping away my tears instead of making fun of me for them, how he was closing his eyes and leaning into me, and then how he was kissing me.

It wasn’t the kind kissing that haunted my dreams at night; it wasn’t violent or painful. It was soft and full of all the kind words that I wish I had said to him since we first met.

After Simon pulled his lips away from mine, he whispered something I had never imagined, not even in my wildest fantasies. He whispered something that came as more of a shock than Simon Snow standing shirtless in our room snogging me.

“I love you, Baz… since first year, I think.”

Our first kiss was full of remorse, but our second was full of promise.

I love him so much.

More Than Words - Johnny angst/fluff

It feels like forever since I posted a scenario, so here’s this! Johnny getting jealous over you hanging out with Jaehyun and Doyoung. Starts off as a vague imitation of angst, with a fluffy ending (I’m a sucker for fluff if you can’t tell)I hope it’s alright, and thank you for the request!! 😊

His eyes were fixed on you, laughing and smiling - something he considered a privilege to be able to witness, you were just so radiant. But he couldn’t keep his focus on just you, the two smiling figures next to you distracting him from his origional focus.
He knew he couldn’t control you, or who you hung out with, and it was unreasonable to ask you to just stop hanging out with two of your closest friends, but the way Doyoung put his arm round your shoulders as you smiled with them, and how Jaehyun laughed so hard he slapped his hand on your leg - and left it there, no less - it made him grit his teeth, emotions he knew were unreasonable bubbling up his throat.
Thoughts paraded through his mind, to tell them there was some emergency, or ask you to help him with something in another room, to straight up yell at them to get their hands off you, or grab you and walk off, anything to get you back to his arms, and his arms only.
They say actions speak louder than words, and th way Doyoungs arm lingered around you yelled at him like sirens, warnings going off in his brain so loud he wondered if anyone else could hear.
“What’s got you looking like Taeyong when someone messes up his soap bottles?” Doyoung asked Johnny, side eyeing Jaehyun at the same time.
“It was one time!” Jaehyun exclaimed, causing another spluttering laughter to tumble of your lips.
“Nothing.” Johnny replied, clenching his fist and standing abruptly. “I’m going, you coming? Or would you rather stay with them?” He asked you, looking you straight in the eye with only a little motion of his head indicating Doyoung and Jaehyun.
“Please stay, we hardly get to see you!” Jaehyun pleaded at you, oblivious to Johnnys bitter stare.
“Yeah, don’t leave me with just him” Doyoung added, to which Jaehyun glared, turning his attention immediately back to you. Jaehyun gently pat your head, taking a strand of your hair and twisting it slightly between his fingers, as if to cling to you and keep you with them.
That gesture tipped Johnny over the edge. Before you even got to reply, he stormed out, slamming the door behing him and causing the three of you left in the room confused and startled.
“I should go check on him…” You said, concerned but oblivious as to why he was acting as he did.
“He’s just mad over something, he’ll get over it” Jaehyun replied.
“I just want to see what’s wrong, he’s hardly ever like this.” You frowned, standing up and brushing off the two boys grumbles and sighs.
You left the sitting room where you’d been, looking into the hallway and tiptoeing across to the kitchen. You’d hoped Johnny hadn’t gone far, a prayer that was answered as you found him in the kitchen, stuffing his things in his bag, a scowl plastered in his face.
“Hey.” You asked gently, trying to seem casual, but also laced with apprehension. You made your way over to the breakfast counter, leaning against it as Johnny zipped up his bag with an anger you couldn’t understand.
“What’d that bag do to you?” You joked, deciding not to plainly asking him what was wrong, trying to uses humour to be tactful.
Apparently, he didn’t appreciate the tact - replying with a curt “It didn’t get all handsy with you, unlike some people.”
You cocked your eyebrow, a smile toying on the corner of your lips as he slung the bag over his shoulder, ready to leave.
“Johnny, you aren’t jealous, are you?” You teased, the look on his face somewhere between begrudged and guilty.
You let the smile over take your lips, lifting yourself to sit on the counter and put your face closer to his.
“Really? It sure looks like it.” You joked, peering at him.
“Maybe. Okay, yes, I am.” He gave in, sighing and running his hand through his hair. “Doyoung and Jaehyun were just so close to you, and you seemed so happy with them, I feel like I can’t make you laugh as much as them and maybe you prefer spending time with them and maybe-” You cut of his ramblings by placing your hands on his cheeks, moving closer to him and looking into his eyes, bearing your sincerity for him to see.
“Johnny, you don'y make me laugh as much as them,” His heart dropped at your words, so you continued “that’s because I’m laughing at them. They’re honestly such idiots sometimes, even more than you’re being right now.” You paused as he laughed slightly, enjoying how you could so easily lift his spirits with a simple joke.
“But you know what?” You asked him, gently brushing your thumb across his perfectly sculpted cheek where it rest. “You make me way happier. They can be touchy and joke, but it’s all just friendly. When you touch me I get butterflies, and smile for no reason - I’d prefer to sit and do something boring like taxes with you, than anything with them.” You reassured him, letting him take your hands from his face and hold them in his, giving them a quick squeeze before letting his arms drift round your waist, standing between your legs dangling from the counter. You wrapped your arms round his neck, crossing at the nape of his neck as you gave him a short kiss.
“I’m sorry, I trust you and I trust them, I just want to be the one making you laugh, and putting my hands on you.” He admitted
“Look what you’re doing right now, Johnny. It’s a bit more than Jaehyun patting my head like I’m a kid or something.” You laughed together, breaking it only to give him a kiss that showed your feelings more than any words could.
“Hey, everything alrigh-” Jaehyuns voice trailed off abruptly “okay you’re making out in the kitchen, I’ll go.” He turned and left ad quickly as he came in.
“The kitchen? That’s so gross! Get a room!”

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The Inquisitor is surrounded by enemies at the edge of a cliff at the Storm Coast. Seeing it as their best option the Inquisitor jumps off the cliff and into the water and eventually swims back to the shore. How would the romanced companions react?

Cassandra: The Maker has a sense of humor, and later -much later- Cassandra will appreciate that. But in the moment she can only force her panic down and begin making her way to the base of the cliff. If his fall was anything like her desperate plunge so many years before he will need help.

And then she will shake the sense back into his head that fel out on the way down.

Solas: His heart seizes, even as he knows it’s her best option. There is a large part of him that wants to murder the ones who forced her to make that choice, but the rest of him races down the cliff side and hopes she did not lose consciousness in the fall.

Blackwall: Maker, he dies a thousand deaths on her way down. He has been trapped on a cliff edge on this very forsaken coastline, and if she lives through this he is dragging her to Skyhold and they are never coming back.

Sera: Having evaded pursuers by jumping before, Sera knows that the greatest danger is often from above. Which means she ignores the screaming of her insticts and sends arrows into her honeytongue’s enemies on the  edge before scrambling down to make sure they are well.

Dorian: The irrational part of him that has read too many adventure stories wants to leap after his amatus. The rational part of him that knows how gravity and the ocean works chooses to try and cast a barrier over them as they fall and charges down the cliff face.

Iron Bull: He’s over the edge after them, albeit from a different spot. The Chargers have their name for a reason.


Head Down Through The Storm: The Miracle of THE EDGE OF THE ABYSS

The Edge of the Abyss is out, and today feels surreal. It feels like it shouldn’t be happening, that it already should have happened, and like it’s happening in some weird twisted parallel universe. Part of that is probably on account of the fact that I’m pretty sick right now. 

A large part of that is because the fact that The Edge of the Abyss made it to shelves is an honest miracle.

The Abyss Surrounds Us did really well—I’m eternally grateful for that—and under normal circumstances, there would have been no reason for it not to have a sequel. But circumstances were not normal. By the time TASU hit shelves, my imprint was in the long, slow, agonizing process of shutting down. We watched this process with breaths held until finally, one day in May, we got the official word.

The sums were not favorable. Book Two was cancelled.

When the email hit my inbox, I got on the phone with my agent. We had a calm conversation about our options. I felt… nothing. I felt like I had been waiting for this, and now the moment I knew was coming had finally arrived. The only thought in my head was “Well, this is happening. Time to deal with it.” We decided to fight to get the rights to both books back from the publisher, and that was that.

It was numbing. At that point, HULLMETAL GIRLS was languishing on sub, and I felt like a Problem Child. I felt like the door was closing. And I felt like I should have been more upset about it, but there I was, an unemployed postgrad living with my parents, and part of me thought it seemed fair that my life as an author was going that way too.

I kept my head down through the storm. Kept deflecting questions about the sequel. Kept writing other projects. Kept praying for HULLMETAL GIRLS. Moved to LA in two suitcases and started hacking it on my own. And then, suddenly, one day in July, I noticed that my imprint appeared to be under new ownership. Flux the Grey had gone down with the Balrog, and suddenly here was Flux the White, still in possession of my contract. 

Fortunately, Flux the White intended to continue putting books out. And they needed something to relaunch the imprint. Something already contracted, maybe? Something with an unreasonably large following for the tiny small press book that it is? “Why don’t we take a look at this sequel?” they said.

“Oh hell yes,” said me and my agent.

We got the word in September—it was on. And they wanted to move fast. For context, The Abyss Surrounds Us was bought in September 2014, edited between December 2014 and April 2015, and published in February 2016. The Edge of the Abyss was edited between October 2016 and December 2016 and published in April 2017. That’s breakneck for publishing, but it was thrilling for me, finally finally finally getting to put this book out in the world.

And now, against all odds, it’s here. And I’m so, so happy I get to share it with you.


"Honestly, I'm okay."

The world is wobbly,
straight edges curve
as buildings
tall as giants
sway like trees dancing
in a storm.

“Honestly, I’m okay.”

Colours blur, a checkerboard
swirls into a pattern
of greys, and there
are no clear corners
to turn.

“Honestly, I’m okay.”

My chest feels heavy
as my head is
light, my body
falls down to the
gravel ground
and my skull tries to pull,
pull me upward
to the clouds.

“Honestly, I’m okay.”

Tears flow and flow
for days on end, waves
breaking in hard splashes
against the walls
of my room; my

“Honestly, I don’t think I’m okay.”

I swim
through air, treading
in a lake of treacle,
everything pushing
against my body with more
pressure than it really
should, my arms and
legs moving in slow motion
while my brain
talks too fast.

“I’m honestly not okay.”

The mirror
shows me a face
not my own, the face
of someone who likes
nobody and nothing
and is worthless and
unliked, grotesque and a
loner, who dreams of only

Green Eyed Monster (NSFW) Pietro X Reader

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Request: Hi there, can I ask a Pietro reader where Bucky spends a lot of time with the reader and Pietro gets really jealous and conforts him and you get mad with him and he got mad because he thinks you defend him and have smutty sex… loveee
Summary: Pietro lets jealousy get the best of him when he catches you dancing with Bucky. Makeup sex is the best.
Word Count: 1574
Warnings: Sexual content and mild language

A/N: I had severe writer’s block trying to write this! I’m so sorry it too so long! I really hope it’s everything you wanted!!

The addition of the Winter Soldier to the team caused a lot of stress. It was almost as if everyone was afraid to speak to him, afraid that he might fly off the handle and break their neck. You couldn’t stand it.

You started slowly spending more time with the quiet super soldier. Mostly when Steve was away, because that’s when he seemed the most alone. You didn’t bother him with questions, everything you needed to know had been dropped on the Internet by this time. You just started casual conversation.

It started with talking about the scenery. He liked to tell you how things used to be and this future was nothing like what he had imagined in the 40s. It progressed to foods and restaurants. You learned his favorite foods and took him to some of the best spots in New York. After that, the two of you were close.He sought you out in the tower when he was tired of being alone. He was able to relax and open up. He told you everything. Steve noticed the change and appreciated your efforts to include Bucky.

Pietro noticed the change too. In the beginning, he didn’t mind. He knew you were kind hearted when he met you, that’s why he fell in love with you. But when the super soldier started interrupting date nights and alone time that Pietro cherished, Pietro couldn’t deny his suspicion.

Saturdays were date nights. They had been since your relationship began. The dates themselves were always unique. One night you took a walk in the park under the stars, and another you had dinner in very fancy restaurant that Tony had recommended. When date night rolled around this week, Pietro made plans to go dancing.

“I don’t know how to dance,” you admitted to Bucky Saturday morning while the two of you shared a pot of coffee. He chuckled and swallowed his gulp of coffee. He had quickly become addicted to the bitter tasting drink.

“I could give you a quick lesson. I remember a few things from back in the day,” he smirked proudly. Seeing Bucky Barnes smirk was a rare sight, an anomaly at first, but it was becoming more frequent and it made you very happy to see him so relaxed.

“You don’t have to, I wouldn’t want to scuff up your shoes,” you waved the offer away. He chuckled.

“I’ve got an old pair that you can’t hurt,” he replied. You couldn’t help but wonder what he was like in his prime. You nodded and gave him a smile.

“Alright,” you agreed. The two of you made plans to practice after lunch.

Pietro spent his morning searching for the perfect dress to buy you. He had long memorized your size just so he could do things like this. He went from store to store in New York, nothing standing out as perfect for his partner. It was just after lunch that he found the perfect little black dress.

He bolted back to the tower were you both lived. He was expecting you to be with Bucky. He knew the two of you were close, but he wasn’t ready to see the ex-assassin holding you in his arms. His heart fumbled and a dark cloud surrounded his thoughts. He fumed silently as he watched the metal armed man spin you around and lean you into a dip. The laugh that escaped your throat sent him spiralling over the edge of jealousy. He stormed into the room and tossed the dress, still in its bag, over the first chair he saw.

“What the hell is this?” he demanded. Bucky pulled you back upright and the smile remained on your lips. You didn’t catch the angry tone in his voice right away.

“Bucky was giving me a dance lesson,” you explained honestly. It wasn’t until you looked at him fully did you see his tightly clenched jaw and crossed arms.

He’s got his hands all over you, (Y/n)!” he argued. You were completely taken back by this sudden show of jealousy. Pietro wasn’t the type to get jealous easily, or at least he didn’t usually show it.

“Pietro! We were just dancing!” you argued. Bucky remained silent, but you could tell from his posture that he was ready to step in if he needed to.

“Of course you were just dancing! Just like last week you were just watching movies alone in the dark, and the week before you were only sightseeing!” he yelled. “What is really going on, (Y/n)?” he demanded.  

“Pietro, nothing is going on,” you answered firmly.

“LIKE HELL!” he shouted before abruptly storming off. You felt a weight settle in your stomach as he sped away. You looked at Bucky, who looked ready to defend your honor.

Thank you for the dance lesson, Buck,” you smiled. “He just needs to blow off some steam,” you added. Bucky offered you a half smile.

“I didn’t mean to cause any trouble in your relationship,” he apologize.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” you reassured him. “I’m going to go find Pietro and try to talk some reason into him. I’ll see you later,” you smiled as you parted ways. You had a few ideas where Pietro may have run to.

You found him on your first guess. He was in the room the two of you shared. His clothing was tossed around the room. You took a moment to notice he had nearly run through another pair of tennis shoes. You followed the sound of running water to the bathroom. You didn’t bother knocking, you’d seen Pietro naked too many times to count.

“What do you want?” he asked before you could speak. You didn’t answer, but simply undressed and joined him in the shower. He frowned angrily at you, trying to ignore his urge to wrap his arms around you.

“Just you, Pietro,” you answered and ran your fingers through his silver hair. He leaned into your touch despite his still boiling anger.

What about your super soldier?” he spit bitterly.

I don’t want him, I never have,” you answered him honestly. “How could I want anyone when I have you?” you asked in return. “I love you, Pietro,” you added before lifting yourself up on your tiptoes to press your lips against his. He hesitated before kissing you back. He couldn’t resist you. His arms snaked around your waist and he pulled you close. You loved the feeling of your bare chests pressing together under the stream of water.

The kiss evolved from sweet and tender to being one full of lust and desire. Pietro took control of the pace and let his hands wander your skin. You moaned softly against his lips when his hands found all of the right places. Your moan sent Pietro out of control. He jerked your knee up around his waist and pressed his hard erection against you. When you moaned again, Pietro made a trail of hot kisses down your throat. When he found that extra sensitive spot, your legs went weak. He supported your weight and pushed you against the tiled shower wall.

He entered you without warning, You cried out at the sensation of being suddenly filled. Pietro was relentless as he placed sloppy kisses and love bites all over your neck while he set a very vigorous pace. It didn’t take you long to fall helplessly over the edge. Pietro moaned as you clenched around him.

He didn’t stop with your orgasm though. He pulled both of your legs around his waist and continued to fuck you hard. Your fingers buried themselves into the hair at the nape of his neck. You pulled his lips back to yours and you kissed him roughly. When you pulled back you looked into his pale blue eyes, you saw pure attraction. He slid his hands over your sides and grabbed a handful of your wet hair. He pulled you into another hot kiss as he pounded vigorously. As he kissed you with full passion, you found another orgasm. Your body sung with pleasure and you moaned his name. He shuddered as his own orgasm surged through his body.

A few final thrusts and he leaned heavily against you and the wall. You ran your fingers through his wet hair gently as you felt his racing pulse against your skin. He planted soft kisses over your neck and shoulder as the two of you came back down from the pleasure high.

I love you, (Y/n),” he admitted softly, you could feel his lips brushing your skin as he spoke. “I love you so much and I couldn’t stand losing you,” he confessed.

“I’m not going anywhere, Pietro,” you answered. “I love you, too,” you added. His face broke out in a goofy grin and he placed a loving kiss to your lips before he scooped you up.

“The water is cold,” he chuckled before quickly carrying you out of the shower. He set you down and wrapped a towel around you gently before turning off the faucet. When he finished, you wrapped your arms around his waist and smirked at him seductively.

“How about a night in?” you asked with a flutter of your eyelashes. He grinned and the next thing you noticed you were landing on the plush king size bed.

“That sounds perfect,” he answered before giving you another heated kiss.

Allies In Death

pairing: Ivar x OFC

fandom: vikings

@nekodemon73 @kumpmk @is-that-not-something @un-education @bookswillfindyouaway

“I want to love you but I’m scared. Scared of being hurt again, scared of falling with nothing to catch me at the bottom. An endless, dark pit that devours the souls and leaves nothing behind.”

She stood at the edge of the cliff, looking out to the sea. A storm was coming their way, one that would leave it’s mark not only on the town but the people who lived there.  

Ships gliding across the water, battle cries starting in the distance, drawing nearer with every wave of the ocean. They wouldn’t get away unscathered this time.  

A huge army like this would take down everything in it’s way. She hadn’t seen anything close to this before.  

The big wooden doors swing open with force as she makes her way into the throne room. Steps echoing off the walls as she nearly runs up to the middle of the large room.  

“We have to warn the townspeople. They’ll get slaughtered.” There was no answer, “Father!”

“It’s too late, they’re already dead.”  

“How can you say that?”  

“You have seen the size of the army with your own eyes, there is nothing we can do for them.”

“…you’re just going to sit here? Let them all die while you watch from your throne?”  

Anger rose with every word she spoke, every answer she got. Had he always been a coward? He was a decent king but right now she couldn’t see it. There wasn’t anything left that would indicate the presence of a great ruler. Out there were their people, defensless without weapons or cover. She took one deep breathe, turned around and left the great hall but not before raising her voice one last time, “Guards!”  

They followed, not reluctantly but immediately. She was just a princess, a woman nontheless but one who was prepared to give her life for them. It was their families out in the town and may the king be damned they wouldn’t just give them up.  

“Get back!” They had bought some time, most townspeople had managed to escape and against all odds they had stood there ground. At least for a little while. There were too many and a handful of guards were no match for an army this size no matter how good they were. But if someone was going to die today it was her and not the men she had led down here. Sword in hand and blood running down her arms, she ordered them to stand back but they wouldn’t budge. Foolheartedly and stubborn just as she was.  

They were surrounded with no hope of escape any where. There wasn’t anyone else left and no one was coming to save them. All that was left was to fight.  

One of them holds up his hand, stoping the advance of the men.  

“I thought your women couldn’t fight.” He says with a curious look. His chariot stops right in front of her.  

“I can.” The grip around her sword tightens as she spits the words out.  

“You’re no ordinary towns girl.”  

“What makes you think that?”  

“The way your guards try to get in front of you for one…” A satisfied smirk crosses his face, “…dear princess.”