even if you hate me for eternity

based on this suggestions blog.  warning:  these are pretty dark/angry  &  could be triggering to some people.  please be cautious before proceeding!!

‘  all i want in my life is for my friends to be able to touch me suddenly  &  me to not flinch away without meaning to.  when will this stop affecting me?  ’
‘  all i want is to be soft  &  gentle,  but i’m made out of steel  &  anger.  maybe in another life,  i guess.  ’
‘  beauty is in the eye of the beholder,  so choose to see beauty in everything.  ’
‘  burning it all to the ground  &  force them to start again.  they made you lose everything.  now return the favor.  ’
‘  do i ever even cross your mind or do i do all the thinking of us on my own?  ’
‘  do you trust me enough?  do you trust me at all?  ’
‘  don’t you dare abandon me.  ’
‘  even after all you have done,  i will always want you fighting on my side.  ’
‘  every time i see you smile i fall in love with your brightness all over again.  ’
‘  everyone i have ever loved is long gone.  i sing to the sky alone.  ’
‘  everyone i touch gets hurt,  but i can’t stop.  i touch  &  i touch  &  i touch  &  people get hurt.  why can’t i ever stop?  ’
‘  everyone says i used to be a hero,  but i can still taste the blood in my mouth  &  still feel bruises blooming because of my fists  &  my eyes are still stretched wide  &  terrified.  ’
‘  everything i love has been taken from me.  what do i have left to fight for?  ’
‘  fall in love with someone that makes you feel strong.  ’
‘  friends are more important than any material object will ever be.  ’
‘  i am aching to hold you  &  keep you safe,  to be pressed against you so that nothing can harm you.  ’
‘  i am divine  &  you will bow before me.  ’
‘  i am fucking divine.  ’
‘  i am in control  &  i listen to no one.  ’
‘  i am not a good person.  don’t pretend i am.  ’
‘  i am not accustomed to love.  this is a learning experience.  ’
‘  i am not worth saving  &  i am not worth redemption.  let me stay in the dark.  ’
‘  i am so tired all the time,  all i want to do is rest.  ’
‘  i am too tired to deal with any of this.  ’
‘  i bow to no man.  ’
‘  i broke into sharp pieces when i broke  &  i expect someone else to hurt their hands on my edges just to put me back together.  i’m sorry.  ’
‘  i can give you your wings back  &  i can show you to fly once more,  if you only believe in me.  ’
‘  i cannot be saved.  ’
‘  i can’t ask for help because if i ask for help it hurts people.  i can bear this weight on my own.  i have to.  ’
‘  i could taste the lies in your mouth every time i kissed you,  but i loved you too much to notice.  ’
‘  i crave affection in the simplest way.  ’
‘  i deserve to hurt.  i deserve to bleed.  ’
‘  i didn’t ask for any of this so don’t you dare blame this on me.  ’
‘  i don’t care if you say my name like it’s poison or like it’s a prayer,  as long as it leaves your lips.  ’
‘  i don’t fight for you anymore.  ’
‘  i don’t want to let go of you.  not now,  not ever.  ’
‘  i don’t want to talk about it.  i don’t want to remember.  i don’t want to heal.  all i want is for it to go away.  ’
‘  i don’t want you to touch me.  please don’t touch me,  just go away.  ’
‘  i feel anger deeper than my bones.  i feel anger in my very soul.  ’
‘  i feel nothing at all,  except for when i feel everything all at once.  ’
‘  i have fallen  &  though i may miss the sky,  i belong here now.  ’
‘  i have fallen from a height your mind cannot even imagine.  ’
‘  i have no home anymore.  ’
‘  i remember collapsing in the flames with a sword in my hand  &  then i remember nothing.  ’
‘  i see beauty in everything,  but especially in you.  ’
‘  i should never have fallen in love with you.  ’
‘  i thought for a long time that i was so terrible no one would look at me.  now i know it’s because i shine so bright they are forced to look away.  ’
‘  i was so caught up in the feeling that i forgot how to breathe.  ’
‘  i will never amount to anything.  i am a failure in the worst type of way.  ’
‘  i will tell myself that the burn of my loneliness in my chest completes me  &  maybe someday it will be true.  ’
‘  if that’s what a hero is i’m glad i’m not one anymore.  ’
‘  if you ask me to,  i will set the whole world on fire,  my dear.  it’s all for you.  ’
‘  is it my fault?  it’s my fault.  it’s always my fault.  ’
‘  it’s not murder if they deserved it,  right?  ’
‘  i’m drowning in emotions that don’t belong to me,  choking on anger  &  suffocating on sadness.  ’
‘  i’m in love with everything that hurts me.  ’
‘  i’m okay.  i’m alright.  this is all in my mind.  ’
‘  i’m ready to give up everything i’ve ever had if it means someone will love me.  ’
‘  i’m so cold  &  i can’t stop shaking.  i am not who you think i am.  ’
‘  i’m so tired all the time  &  i just want to be awake again.  ’
‘  i’m tired of fighting against the pain of being forgotten.  i just want someone to remember me.  ’
‘  i’m tired of fighting everything in my life.  just make it stop.  ’
‘  i’m too tired to care.  blow up,  get angry at me.  i’m sure someday i’ll realize i deserved it.  ’
‘  jealousy burns within me.  ’
‘  just let me go in peace for once in my damn life.  ’
‘  loneliness is a disease  &  it leaves me empty  &  hollow,  like sound goes through my body  &  bounces back.  ’
‘  made of starlight  &  sunshine,  i shine brighter than they all know.  ’
‘  my anger is righteous  &  my actions are pure.  ’
‘  my chest aches  &  my lungs burn.  this sickness comes from the inside.  ’
‘  my chest hurts  &  all i need is some comfort  &  understanding.  ’
‘  my chest hurts  &  i ache to go back to the sky.  ’
‘  my shoulders are aching where wings used to be  &  all i want is for them to stop hurting.  ’
‘  pull me apart  &  piece me together in your own way.  make me perfect.  ’
‘  righteous fury throws through my veins  &  if you touch the people i love i will destroy you.  ’
‘  rise up.  you can’t keep being small when you were made for so much more.  ’
‘  say my name like it’s the only one that’s ever been on your tongue.  ’
‘  so much blood has been spilled in my name.  time to make you believe it was in yours.  ’
‘  so you’ll worry about me when i fall silent,  but not when i scream  &  plead for help?  fuck off.  ’
‘  sometimes people have to get hurt for me to get what i want.  ’
‘  stay away from my fucking friends.  stay the fuck away or so help me i will destroy you.  ’
‘  stop treating me like i’m an idiot.  you aren’t better than me in any way  &  you better remember that.  ’
‘  the bitter taste of regret is ever present on my tongue.  ’
‘  the world is spinning far too fast for me to stay on it.  ’
‘  to love them is my divine right.  ’
‘  voices whisper from the shadows  &  they fill my mind with thoughts of you.  ’
‘  what did i to wrong to be so unloved?  ’
‘  what is the point of power if i’m not supposed to use it?  ’
‘  who the fuck do you think you are?  ’
‘  why can’t i ever fucking stop crying?  ’
‘  with a new year comes new tests  &  triumphs.  let’s try to make the most out of it.  ’
‘  would it really kill you to be honest for once?  ’
‘  yes,  i remember my wings breaking  &  being destroyed.  i was powerless to stop it.  ’
‘  you are not required to love your parents,  or to even like them.  ’
‘  you can’t hate me more than i hate myself,  but you are more than welcome to try.  ’
‘  you may say you love me,  but you love only a part of me.  i am too complex for you to ever love my entire being.  ’
‘  you never fucking cared about me.  don’t fucking lie about it.  not to me.  ’
‘  you remind me of mint.  fresh,  sharp,  kind of cold,  but in a nice way.  i always knew there was a reason mint was my favorite.  ’
‘  you shine light in even the darkest parts of me.  you are my sun.  ’
‘  you should fear me,  but you don’t.  i will be eternally puzzled,  yet grateful.  ’
‘  you touch me  &  my skin burns  &  it burns for you,  always you.  ’

awkward-dumpling  asked:

Hey I love your art! I'm an artist too, but sometimes I have trouble drawing Voltron characters with the complex hair and proportions and such. Do you have any Voltron character reference sheets to share? Especially for Lance. Thanks! I might try to make some myself.

Hello there fellow sufferer! Thank you so much!!! <3

BOII I hear ya. Let me just use this moment to express my eternal hatred for everyone’s hair in Voltron. ESPECIALLY Lance’s. I freaking hate having to draw his hair mannnn. I don’t even know why it’s so hard, I just absolutely despise drawing his stupid hair gahhh ;o;

okay! So, I don’t have a character reference sheet, I just kinda… let my hand go wild whenever I have to draw hair. BUT! I thought I’d use this as an excuse to study their ridiculous hair and whip out this little… guide(?? ?) for ya!

Little note: I like to break down hair into sections. It makes it easier for me to understand the flow and direction of the hair!



(note: disregard the labelling of the sides and back section! Shiro’s hair is an enigma, I honestly don’t know how to divide his hair into sections)




AND DONE! Yeah I dunno how this would help you BUT I HOPE IT HELPS! 


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Loki x Reader

Part Two

“You cannot come any further.” A voice drifted through the dull air to greet Loki who had given up on figuring out who was coming and going.

“I will not let him out I just wish to speak with him.” The sound of your voice sent a jolt through Loki, eyes wide and alert as he listened to you.

“We cannot let you in.” The guard insisted.

“And I will not leave until you do!” You sounded furious which amused Loki, recalling the few occasions growing up when he had irritated you to anger, each time you’d missed him by a considerable distance which only made it more infuriating when he teased you.

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Chanyeol having a guy’s night with the boys generally never bothers you. They’ll go to a bar or to some game or play video games and it’s always just a fun, rowdy, but mostly contained evening. They have fun but they never get wild so you never mind when Chanyeol tells you that he’ll be out, not to wait up.

This time, however, you are mildly concerned for the safety of your fiancé and those around him.

There are less than twelve hours until your wedding, twelve hours until you stand before your friends and family and declare your love for one another, and he’s about to leave for his bachelor party. And, although the guys have rarely caused any trouble during normal guy’s nights, you know that this one will be different.

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Studio Ghibli & Mr. Miyazaki starters

- suggested by Anonymous and pulled from various films/sources

  • “You cannot alter your fate. However, you can rise to meet it”
  • “A heart’s a heavy burden”
  • “I’ve got something I want to protect - it’s you”
  • “I think we ought to live happily ever after”
  • “Once you’ve met someone, you never really forget them. It just takes a while for your memories to return”
  • “It will protect you. It’s made from the threads your friends wove together”
  • “Nothing that happens is ever forgotten, even if you can’t remember it”
  • “We need to find our own inspiration. Sometimes, it’s not easy”
  • “I make friends, then suddenly I can’t bear to be with any of them”
  • “Here’s another curse: may all your bacon burn!”

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To be honest, Dumbledore haters kinda scare me. Not because they hate him, I mean it’s a book so you can like or dislike whoever you want. As a Dumbledore fan I can even understand why people don’t like him.
However the pure venom and vitriol that’s directed toward him is quite frankly sickening. Dumbledore has to be the only character I’ve seen that gets so much torture and death wished upon him, eternal suffering of his ghost and all this. The brutal torture and often violent death, without a proper burial that he gets in fics is totally unnecessary, even Voldemort doesn’t get treated like this. Geez, you don’t have to like him but wishing an old man and a fictional one at that has a mental breakdown, gets beaten to a pulp and then stabbed to death is complete overkill. And that’s the mildest of the things I’ve seen people wish on Dumbledore.

me: has an extremely Bad Day.

me: *Has flashbacks to the time when a certain Yousef Hjelde Elmofty said to me “People love you too, Faiza!!!”, after I told him that “People love him” when the poor guy was like “Why are you all even watching my livestream?”.*

me: Blessed. Honoured. Humbled. Eternally Thankful. THE DAY CANNOT GET ANY BETTER.

anonymous asked:

Three sentence fic: something inspired by that Sith!Luke and Vader in a bacta tank art you reblogged earlier?

(This is the art, by @3bsambi)

Good news: I did fill the prompt. 

Bad news: It is not 3 sentences long, and I can’t tell if it makes any sense because I wrote it all at once in a fit of hyperfocus at work, drove home, edited it once, and am now posting it. I have not slept more than 4 hours a night all week. I have a splitting headache. I think I’m a little high. can’t tell if this is bad or good.

Different news: It is 26 paragraphs long. Read the author’s note at the bottom for some explanation re: this AU I just made up. 

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Give Me What I Know Is Mine (Part 1)

Pairing: Sam x Reader, Dean, Nick (OMC)
Word count: 1126
Warnings: A little witchcraft, a little fluff. And smut. Shameless smut. (To be specific,  the following kinks are highlighted: bondage, blindfolds, pain play, breast play. Don’t play in the rain if you don’t have proper protection, kiddies! Also, safe, sane, and consensual play is awesome.)
Challenge:  This was written for @mamaredd123 and @atc74‘s Fabulous 300 Challenge. Apologies for the late entry, but thank you so much for your patience!

A/N: Hello hello! So my prompts for this challenge were “a talisman”, the emotion of Lust, and Queen’s “I Want It All”. I’m fascinated with dream catchers, which are shamanic talismans within Native American culture. Yes, they’re known for catching bad dreams…but what if they were woven with additional intent? That idea is what inspired what you’re about to read. Hope you enjoy it.

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All Chained Up

Warning: SMUT, cussing, Unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP), Bit of a Dom! Loki

Pairing: Loki x reader

(Y/n): your name

Request:  Can you write a Loki smut where he gets mad after he sees a guard flirting with you? ~Anonny

A/n: sorry it took so long. Hope you like it. This is the longest smut I have written ever and I’m glad it was with Loki, I had Tom Hiddleston in my mind as I wrote this so…… Hope you like it.

tag list: @captainamericasbeautifulbutt

               “Loki, what is your problem?” You look back at the man who just shoved you into your shared room. Sure you were being flirted with by one of the guards but you didn’t return it at all. Some of the guards had tried to get you to leave the man you had sworn to love for all eternity.

               Loki stalks over to you. The look in his eyes told you he was beyond mad, he was pissed off. You knew something was going to happen and you also knew that it was going to feel absolutely amazing. “I hate how he just openly did that with you. He knows who you belong to.”

               “Loki, darling, just to make it clear. I did not return his advances and I had even tried to get him to stop but he kept pushing. I was going to mess with his mind as you dragged me off.” You laid a hand on his arm but he quickly pulled back. You tried to remain calm despite the fact that you wanted him to take you right then and there.

               “I saw the way you looked at him. You wanted him and you know it.” He looked at you once more. Loki came closer to you, his long fingered hand wrapped itself around your neck. “I’ll teach you that you belong to me and only me as well as let every guard in this palace know that you are mine.” His voice came out in a growl, low and husky next to your ear.

               With a firm grip still on your throat, he guided you backwards towards your bed. With a wave of his hand, your dress along with your emerald lace panties disappeared. Once he was satisfied with how you looked, he shoved you onto the bed. “You know the way I want you to lay, my pet.” His eyes weren’t all cold, there was a hint of possessiveness in them. Loki’s voice was demanding, causing you to become even wetter than before.

               You scooted up towards the headboard, lifting your arms above your head. You felt cold metal appear on your wrists. You couldn’t hold back a soft moan when the metal made contact with your slightly heated skin. Loki looked down at you with a smirk on his face. His long slender fingers dragging slowly up your left leg as he walks up the side of the bed. When he lifted his hand off your body, you whimpered causing him to smirk even more.

               “What is the matter, my pet?”

               You tried not to let out a moan but you couldn’t help it. “I need your touch, my king.” You knew he loved it when you called him that.

               “I was touching you my queen.” He started to undress himself, at least his top half. He crawled onto the bed, settling himself between your legs. He ran both hands up the sides of your legs, bypassing where you wanted him most. His hands continued up your sides, cupping your breasts in each hand. Kneading them, twisting each nipple between his index and thumb causing them to harden as well as make you moan loudly. “Is this how you want me to touch you, my pet?”

               You moaned your answer as he latched his lips around one of your harden nipples. You had the ability to make your restraints vanish but you knew if you did, Loki would not touch you for at least a week or until he thought you learned your lesson. As he sucked and nibbled on your nipples, he kept his body off of yours keeping you from seeking out any kind of relief.

               “Please, my love, I need you to touch me more.” You were able to get out in between moans and whimpers.

               He released your nipple with a wet pop. He leaned down close to your ear, nibbled lightly. “Do you really want me? Do you really need me to touch you more?” You managed a breathy yes as he continued the torment on your nipples as well as nibbling on your earlobe. “You will get what you want once I get what I want right now.” His hands stopped their motions as one of them waved above your head releasing you from the cuffs. He grabbed you by your hair causing you to moan lightly again at the roughness Loki was showing. He sat back on his heels as he made his pants disappear causing his extremely hard erection to fall against his flat muscular stomach.

               You got up from your spot and got on all fours in front of the god in front of you. He leaned back a little, silently giving you permission to continue. You reached out with one hand, gripping the base of his cock as pre-cum leaked from its slit. You lightly licked the head of his dick before taking him into your mouth. Relaxing your throat, you took him all the way in knowing he loved knowing you could take all of him in your mouth. You hummed around him as he tangled his hands into your hair.

               He pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in, fucking your mouth as he held onto your head. He continued a quick pace, your hollowed out your cheeks and shallowed around him causing him to moan and grunt loudly. You loved being the cause of the sounds he makes, they made you that much wetter that much more ready for him. It didn’t take long for the god to come undone in front of you. The grip on your hair became tighter causing you to reach up and started to massage his balls causing him to cum down your throat with a shout.

               You sat back on your heels after helping him down from his high. You wiped the back of your hand across your mouth then licking cum off the back of it. Loki looked down at you before crawling over you, causing you to lay back down on the bed. He ran his hands up your sides again, up your arms causing them to move above your head once more. The restraints appeared again, causing you to whimper lightly.

               “Really my love?” You looked up at him, pleading to him. You wanted to touch him like he had you.

               “No my pet. I don’t think you have learned not to flirt with any other men.” His eyes almost glowed in the light that came in from the window.

               Without warning, Loki attached his lips to your neck right at that sweet spot that made you melt. You moaned in response, arching your back so your chest could touch his. He started to kiss, suck and bite his way down your neck and chest. He was making his way down to where you had been wanting him. His lips made contact with your hip, making you whimper. You could feel him smirk against your skin, he had you right where he wanted you.

               He ran a single finger up through your wet folds, causing you to gasp at the sensation. “Is this where you want me my pet?” He voice was husky due to lust, your wet core becoming even wetter if that was even possible.

               “Yes!” You practically screamed as his lips met your clit. You pulled at the restraints that held your hands, wanting to bury your fingers into his long raven hair. Wanting to run your nails against his scalp, showing just how much you absolutely love what he was doing to you. He added a single finger into your soaked center as his lips continued to suck, lick and bite at your clit. The sounds you were making kept getting louder. Without so much of a sign, he added two more fingers to the first making you moan loud.

               “That’s it, my pet. Take everything that I’m giving you.” He knew you were close, you were so close. He picked up his pace with his fingers, your moans filled the room and his ears.

               “Please, my king. I need to cum. Please” You begged as he looked up at you as his lips still sealed around your clit.

               He released you from his mouth. “Cum. Cum for your king. Now.” As if on que, your body started to tense up. Loki removed his fingers from your core, replacing them with his tongue. Your body was thrown over the edge and you came on a scream. He lapped up everything you offered him, helping you come down from your high.

               He crawled up your body, sealing his lips to yours. Moaning at the contact and at the taste of yourself on his lips. Your lips moved in sync together. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he slide a hand down your side, down to your ass and kneading it with his long fingers. A soft moan escaped your lips, allowing him to slide his tongue into your mouth. Exploring every inch of your mouth as you kissed.

               He reached down with his other hand, took a hold of his harden length and lined himself at your entrance. He took his time pushing into you, which caused both of you to moan at the sensation. He was able to get half way into you before he decided to shove the rest of his length into you causing you to scream in pleasure. He kept up a pace, pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in.

               Your screaming moans, a slew of profanities, and skin slapping skin filled the room, possibly the halls of the palace. Loki kept his pace strong, grunts and moans fell from his lips as his head buried itself into your shoulder. The restraints that held your hands disappeared once again, allowing you to rest your hands on Loki’s forearms as he fucked into you. He angled his hips perfectly to hit your sweet spot with ever thrust, throwing you closer to your second orgasm.

               Loki knew you were holding back your second orgasm. He snaked a hand in between your bodies, applying pressure to your clit. “Cum for me, my queen.” After a few more thrusts, you came undone under Loki. This orgasm was more intense than the last one, causing you to cum on a silent scream. Your body shivered under his as he was closing in on his own release. After a handful of hard thrusts later, his release came. Shooting his hot load into you, causing a third yet smaller orgasm from you. Your name fell from his lips as he stilled inside of you.

               He collapsed on top of you, not caring about his weight on you. Waiting a few moments, he pulled out and rolled off you. He pulled you into his chest, kissing the top of your head affectionately.

               “I will always be yours, Loki. No man in this realm or any other can change that. You will forever by my King.” You placed a kiss on his chest, as your arms wrapped around his waist.

               “I know, my queen. I never like the guards openly flirting with you. You are mine and they will learn the hard way not to mess with what is mine.” He pulled you in tighter, holding on to you like his life depended on it. He reached for your wrists, looking at them seeing how the cuffs almost cut into your skin. He kissed each one before placing them where they once were. “I love you, (Y/n).”

               “And I love you Loki.”

       i couldn’t resist waiting alright? i just HAD to make it 221, y’all know that i had. either way, i’m still so utterly surprised by the support and warmth i keep getting form all of my followers. never before, in my approx eight years of role-playing did i feel as welcome as i am in this community. and for that i want to thank all of you. you made my experience here the most incredible one and just thinking about it makes me feel a bit chocked up. and i simply can’t believe how many amazing friends i found here. i hope things remain like that for the entirety of time i am in this community. i love you all and i’m sorry if i forget to include you, i’m doing this by mind, so if i skip anyone it’s because my mind is crap. 

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Conversations with Tibetan Woman

A couple of weeks ago, I was in CO, which has quite a Tibetan population. I went into a store and met the owner, an absolutely joyful woman from Nepal. She was friendly, quick to laugh and joke, but when the conversation came around to gods and goddesses (she was particularly interested in my Molnjir pendant), she became very sad. 

She told me how Christians come into her store day after day with pamphlets asking if they can pray for her, and with warnings of Hell, and why she should accept Jesus. 

Now, let’s back up. These things have NO meaning for this women. She did not grow up in Western Christian culture where we learn about Jesus as kids because of Christmas, Easter, and the overwhelming Christian perspective here. Christianity isn’t just foreign to her, the concept of a single god demanding worship is utterly bizarre. 

I spent about 10 minutes explaining the basics of Christianity from a polytheistic perspective: 

That Christians believe their single God incarnated as a human and sacrificed himself willingly so that everyone can go to a loving/peaceful afterlife. Anyone that does not accept this, will not have a loving or peaceful afterlife, and the entire reason every Christian seeks to convert others is they believe it is an act of love to preserve your soul after death. 

NO ONE. Literally NO ONE had ever explained it to her. She was so thankful for an explanation she hugged me. And while she did not agree with any of this, for in her tradition her gods ARE loving and would never subject someone to pain and misery for eternity, she was extremely happy to understand. 

Now, this woman has some understanding that the Christians coming to her shop, while completely uneducated and suffering from an extremely small worldview, are not coming with hateful intentions as she previously thought. 

This is why interfaith dialogue and discussion is SO important. 

Even if you don’t share beliefs, learning about someone else’s is the greatest act of love and compassion. For Christians, I guarantee you will not get ANYWHERE with a relationship or a discussion with someone unless you are willing to learn about them and their beliefs FIRST. Secondly, avoid telling someone their beliefs are “evil”, “damned”, or “wrong”. You are attacking something sacred to them, even if you do not agree, how would you feel if someone told you that your god was their definition of the devil?

Depiction of Love; 1

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader 
Genre:  Angst | drabble series (vampire!AU)
Summary:  The very depiction of love, a kiss, can be given in a rush before leaving the house or with indubitably different intentions in the corner of a crowded room but it is always a silent secret held between the lips of the receivers, the lovers, the couple. It is always different, as different as the feelings buoying around it are for, its peculiarity, is the lack of voidness.
Prompt: “We can never be together” kiss.
Word Count: 1.456 words
AN: basically I just fell in love with a drabble game about kisses (here) and I just couldn’t resist making a series out of it. To be honest I’m not sure if I’m going to do all the kisses but I have an idea for at least half of the list. This was started on a mere impulse so I’m not sure myself how the updates are going to go since I’m currently working on other (many) projects.

Originally posted by sugagifs

The first scent he detects is the one of Douglas fir – the ginger wood of which her house is made of and that smells so much like home by now – and he automatically speeds up, his whole being pushing him beyond his limits so he can hold her in his arms and chase all his demons away.
It’s their last night together, he knows that, and he really shouldn’t be this eager to see her but, the only thought of touching her, even one last time, is enough to make his feet hit the concrete floor at a speed not deemed possible for any human being.
He inhales deeply, his whole body stirring when he catches the whiff of cinnamon tea, a scent that constantly accompanies her and that he can always taste in her mouth.
He stops altogether because there she is, in all her mundane beauty, her long hair tucked safely behind her ear, eyes focused on the book in her hands and bottom lip trapped under her teeth into an almost painful vise. She is, by far, the utmost beautiful creature he has ever laid eyes on and, undoubtedly, the only one that was capable of conquering his un-beating heart.
His steps are soundless as he approaches her, a small smile tugging on his lips as he curtails their distance, every detail of her face now imprinted in his memory so he can remember her just the way she is now: healthy, beautiful, alive.
“You look lovely tonight”, his voice is soft as he says so, careful not to scare her and make her heart beat as fast as a hummingbird’s would, but that chariness it’s not enough because she jumps in her seat nonetheless, the little screech that escapes her mouth eliciting a grin to appear on his features.
“You scared the living shit out of me!”, she hoots in utter outrage, her small hand clasping her heart into a melodramatic gesture.
“I missed you”, he purposely ignores her words and lifts her from the chair – her weight close to one of a feather in his hands – just so he can wrap his arms around her, keep her so close to his own body he can’t discern their boundaries anymore, and breathe in the perfume in her neck and hair.

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Lacy Little Underthings: A Court of Mist and Fury Short Story

So, this is my first ACOTAR series short story and I’m not entirely sure how I feel about it but I’ve got some MAJOR ACOMAF feels and I felt like this needed to be—no, it was imperative—that it be written.

If you’ve read ACOMAF, you’re sure to pick up where I got this inspiration.

I also figured this would be the perfect time to post a new story considering I reached over 550 followers this week! It may not seem like much to some, but it is a hell of a lot to me so thank you thank you a thousand times thank you to all of you who follow me, especially those of you who nearly religiously read my stories and fanfictions and inbox me and encourage me. I don’t know what I’d do without you all:)

Also, it’s been exactly one year on June 2, 2016 that I joined Tumblr. And it has certainly been an adventure. So, Happy One-Year Anniversary thelittleloverofbooks!

Without further ado, enjoy!

I awoke the next morning to a face, completely handsome in its entirety and startling in its unexpectedness. My breath caught, and my body tensed to spring but—

Rhysand let out a low chuckle as my heartbeat slowed. I took in the sight of him; dressed in a casual dark-colored shirt that matched the shade of his eyes and black pants, strong arms crossed in front of his chest. He was the perfect picture of a High Lord: powerful, at ease, appearing to have absolutely everyone and everything under control.

He was so wholly different from the last time I saw him—weeks, it seemed; I could not hold back that part of me that was adamantly searching for any sign of hurt or harm that could have come to him while he had been away.

“Oh so now you’re watching me sleep,” I ground out and sat up, my back resting against the pillows. “Pathetic, Rhysand. Even for you.”

“Well, I suppose I just can’t help it. You’re even more…tempting when you’re asleep.” Those violet eyes burned right through me.

I swore at him, vulgar and unabashed but he only chuckled and came to sit on the edge of my bed.

The nerve—

He tisked. “Now, now, Feyre, darling that’s no way to behave.”

I glared at him. “Did you come here only to piss me off?”

“No, actually. Though I must admit that there is something about seeing you squirm that brings me eternal joy.” He smirked, and I hated how my heart galloped at the sight of it. “No, I actually came to tell you to get dressed.”

“Should I even bother to ask why?”

“That,” he answered, heaving himself off my bed. The spot he was just occupying was replaced with a new set of clothes and underthings. “Is for me to know, and for you to find out once we arrive.”

He strode towards the door, his parting words being that he would be back to retrieve me in half an hour.

I glared at his retreating back for a good solid three minutes before I realized that I should probably get dressed. I had no doubts at all that Rhysand would still take me wherever it was he planned to go whether I was fully dressed or not. And I’d rather not go in the sheer nightgown I was currently dressed in.

With a scowl, I went through the motions of taking a quick but thorough bath, brushing out my hair, dressing, and was in the middle of eating a hasty breakfast when he returned.

“Well,” he purred. Rhysand stole a few grapes and popped them into his mouth. “I must say, you look ravishing in Night Court clothing, Feyre.”

Am I supposed to deny that I find you attractive?

You’ve never said it.

I’ve told you many times, and quite frequently, how attractive I find you.

His words from before echoed in my head.

Not entirely sure how to respond, I only took another bite of my food and said, “I wonder where it is that we’re going that would require the High Lord of the Night Court to come with me.”

Rhysand grinned. Lethal, predatory as he leaned on the table, mere inches from my face as he lowly said, “Oh there are many, many places that I could take you, Feyre.” His said my name like a caress against my cheek.

“And could Cassian or Azriel take me these places as well?”

“I’m sure they could,” he replied, eyes holding something dangerous. “But I assure you, it wouldn’t be nearly as much fun.”

Not so much as a heartbeat passed before Rhys took my arm and we were gone—winnowing to I knew not where.

One moment we were in my bedroom and the next—

Sunlight. And people. And music.

We were standing in the middle of the street in Velaris. No one so much as blinked an eye at the fact that their High Lord had just appeared out of nowhere and was mingling among them.

“What are we doing here?”

He released his hold on me, thumb briefly caressing the underside of my forearm before fully letting go, and started walking.

I hesitated, and when Rhysand stopped to look at where I stood, eyebrows raised in a silent question, I inwardly cursed him before catching up. When I did, the left side of those sensuous lips were slightly tilted up in a devil’s smirk, as if he had indeed heard my thoughts.

We strolled lazily, me continuing to take in the beauty that Velaris had to offer, Rhys mingling with his people. It still amazed me how they all respected him, smiled at him as he passed, reverently inclined their heads in his direction.

Not a High Lord who ruled by fear but…But something wholly different.

And then Rhysand stopped in front of a shop.

“What the hell are we doing here?” I could stop the surprise from my tone.

“We are here, Feyre, to cash in on a little promise I made a few days ago.” He said nothing more as he opened the door, stepping aside to allow me entrance and I knew instantly just exactly what he was referring to.

“Good afternoon,” a beautiful, dark-haired woman with a face as feral as a wild cat’s greeted us as soon as we entered. “High Lord Rhysand,” her voice quivered almost imperceptibly at the sight of him. “How may I assist you?”

“Good afternoon, Carwen. How is your nephew? Arwyn, if my memory serves me right.”

“He is well, thank you.” Rhysand nodded once before turning to me.

“This is Feyre. She will be the one shopping today.”

The woman—Carwen—smiled, if not a bit nervously, at me before again asking what she could assist me with.

“I’ll be waiting for you in the back,” Rhysand informed me before turning and striding away.

“He certainly is something, our High Lord.” I tore my gaze to find two more ladies, their arms already laden with clothing. 

“Yes,” I murmured, unable to keep the small smile off my face, “he certainly is.”

Upon asking what all of those clothes were in their arms, the two new ladies— Orla and Emer—informed me that they were suggestions(his words, not theirs) from Rhysand.

“Is there anything in particular that you’d like to try on, Feyre?” Carwen politely asked. 

“Yes, actually,” All three ladies listened with rapt attention as I described what I needed.

“Oh yes,” Orla replied smiling. “I believe we have exactly what you’re looking for.”


Moments later, I was stripping behind a blank white curtain, my heart pounding so loud I was certain Rhysand could hear it from the other side.

“Yes, that’ll be it, thank you.” He must have been talking to the ladies.

I took a deep breath, attempting to calm myself.

“Come now, Feyre, darling. We haven’t all day,” his voice purred from outside.

“This would be a lot better and plenty more amusing for me if you were also partaking in these festivities.” I suddenly could not stop a grin from plastering on my face at the image of Rhysand in sexy black and white underthings.

His reply came back, obviously amused,“Oh, I’m not sure the world’s quite ready for that just yet.”

I finished slipping on the lacy red set that I had had my eyes on for weeks now, and—before I could talk myself out of it—pulled aside that black curtain and stepped out. 

I felt Rhysand tense.

And I looked up to meet his gaze.

His eyes languidly looked me up once.


Dark eyes burned everywhere they lingered until they finally met mine again, this time with a slight glaze over them.

 Fire coursed through my veins and pooled at my core.

“Carwen?” He casually called out.


“I believe Feyre and I shall be here for a while.” He went on to inform them that there was no need to stick around and we’d be sure to leave the tab on the front counter.

Judging by his tone, there was absolutely no room for discussion on this matter.

I held his stare—all at once playful and seductive and filled with promise— as the sounds of the three ladies quietly packing up and leaving was the only one to be heard. 

I could tell when they had left. 

His eyes raked over my body, practically undressing me, giving each and every inch the attention it so deserved. My breasts, my bare stomach, my exposed legs. 

And in between them.

When his eyes finally again met mine, they were an impossible shade darker; no longer of violet, but of pure, unrelenting darkness and gleaming like two shining stars of lust.

He crooked a single finger and murmured, “Come here.”

It was silent save for my thundering heartbeat, and I was painfully aware of every step that brought me closer to him. 

His legs parted slightly as I stood between them, and his hands, rough and calloused from centuries and centuries and centuries, slid up to my waist, pulling me closer.

His eyes did not once leave mine as he leaned in, sensuous lips brushing a tentative kiss to my navel and I shivered, eyes fluttering at the flood of pleasure that one touch sent roaring through my veins.

Rhysand’s tongue traced lazy circles across the plane of my stomach and…Cauldron boil and damn me—

His tongue. 

A soft moan escaped my parted lips. Rhys lowly growled in response and his teeth joined his tongue, his mouth, his hands. All of them came together to form a sweet, dizzying melody as he kissed, bit, licked, kiss, bit, licked, bit, kissed until my stomach was a garden of pink purple flowers.

Rhysand’s hands cupped my backside, encouraging me to straddle him and I gladly, willingly, complied. 

His lips paid new attention to my neck, and a delicious shudder danced down my spine. 

“I want to rip this thing to shreds,” he growled against the skin between my shoulder and neck. “I want to rip it to shreds and then take you against my lap, against that wall over there, against the front desk. Again…”


“And again…”


“And again.”


Damn me, I wanted him to. I wanted him to take me, to fuck me right here in the back of this shop.

As if he could hear my thoughts, “Tell me what you want, Feyre.” His hands rubbed indolent circles on the inside of my thighs.

I buried my nose in his neck. 

His fingers came closer to where I was aching for him.

I wanted him now.

I moaned again, feeling him go rock hard beneath me and I wanted every single inch of him inside of me…

“Tell me.”

His forefinger teased me as he rubbed against the thin, blood-red fabric adorning my lower half. 


“Tell me, Feyre.”

My breath was hot and heavy and labored on his skin but I still managed to say, in a breathy whisper, “I want your hands on me.”


Rhys was driving me insane, and he very well knew it.

So I took both his hands in mine and—with newfound boldness— slide his left one up to cup my breast, the other to where I longed so much for him to touch. 

He chuckled, the sound coming from the back of his throat and thrumming all throughout my body as I whispered, “Please.”

So fast I nearly jumped in surprise, his forefinger slid the fabric to the side and was inside me.

Rhys, feeling my wetness for him, growled so loudly that I was suddenly very, very grateful that he had sent the other ladies away. 

His hips ground against me as pleasure filled me. His hands massaged and teased me, felt the full hardness of him.

A second finger joined the first and I writhed on top of him as they pumped in and out of me, slowly at first and then vigorously as I climbed higher higher higher, as high as the snow-capped mountains that smelt of jasmine and dreams and nightmares and darkness.

And as I reached the highest point, I bit down on the soft skin of Rhysand’s shoulder to muffle my voice as I screamed and moaned and worshipped his name over and over and over; falling slowly so slowly down that mountain.

When I opened my eyes, my body still quivering from the pleasure that came from Rhys’s lips and tongue and hands—

He lifted his fingers to his mouth and—one by one—sucked my excitement from them. His eyes fluttered closed and he groaned. 

“As much as I would love to do that again,” his voice was a lover’s caress, “Azriel and Cassian are, unfortunately, expecting me to discuss some rather important matters.”

“When?” I dared ask.

He graced me with a lazy, wicked grin.

“Half an hour ago.”

I craned my neck to look out the shop’s windows and—sure enough, the sun was beginning to set, acquiescing to the moon and darkness and stars and music was starting to crescendo and the people of Velaris were milling about in greater numbers. 

Had it really been that long?

He placed an innocent, soft kiss to the curve of my throat before silently encouraging me to detach myself from him.

I re-dressed as Rhysand kept to his word and put the tab on the front counter and by the time I exited the curtain once again, this time clad in my clothes of Night Court dress, he was done. 

Though nearly fully covered, Rhys’s eyes still devoured that small sliver of my bare stomach and his eyes darkened again as if to say, I’m strongly considering taking you right where you stand, but he schooled his features into one of dark, twisted humor before holding his hand out to me.

I took it, and we winnowed again, this time not taking me by nearly as much surprise as we hurtled through darkness and light and stars and a moment later, stood in the middle of my bedroom.

Rhysand, still holding onto me, tenderly grazed the skin of my cheek with his thumb. I leaned into his embrace and felt lips place a languid kiss to my forehead.

When I looked again, Rhys was gone. Nothing but tendrils of black smoke left in his wake.


Sleep came to me fast and unrelenting that night. 

I dreamt of light and dark and stars and sun and soft lips and rough hands caressing me.


That morning, I woke to a familiar piece of paper on the pillow beside me. It was  bare, but the request was so obviously plain that he may as well have written it.

For a High Lord, you sure seem to have enough spare time on your hands.

It vanished, and no more than three heartbeats passed before—

I assure you, I have much more than spare time on them. Last night should attest to that…

Smiling at the flirtatious words, I picked up a pen, and scribbled a response.

~The End~

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The City Chapter 4

Genre: Angst

Summary: Your two year long relationship has ended. With a new apartment and job you’re ready to move on from your relationship. But The City seems to have other plans for you.

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings/Triggers: none

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Chapter 4

You got to the diner and scanned the dark room for him. It took you a few seconds before you spotted him. Subconsciously you were avoiding the booth but once you looked in that direction you saw him. He was wearing the bucket hat you hated, glasses, and a face mask. You knew he was trying to remain hidden even though it was 3 AM and the diner was empty. He didn’t notice you walk over and jolted when you sat down across from him. He looked you in the eyes and you can tell he was exhausted. Through the dim lights you could see that his eyes were red. There were dark circles lining his eye lids. Without thinking you reached over the table and took his hands into yours. You didn’t say anything but offered comfort in rubbing circles against his palms with your fingertips.

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Request: Could I request 17 with got7 JB?? Please and thank you 😙😙

17) You and your bias get stuck in a storm.

Member: Got7′s JB x Y/N

Type: Fluff? technically…

The rain fell hard on Jaebum’s shoulders as we sprinted to the car. I liked to pretend that I could dodge the droplets as my feet skipped from one piece of pavement to another. In reality, I knew I was just as soaked if not more so, than my counterpart. 

“Yah!” he shouted angrily, pulling helplessly on the handle of the car. “Keys Y/N! Keys!” 

I gasped, running a hand through my dripping hair to see more clearly as I dug through my bag. I knew my keys were in there somewhere. After a few minutes of searching and an eternity’s worth of death glares from JB, my fingers finally hit metal. I fumbled with the key fob, nearly dropping it into the puddle I was standing in and frantically pounded at the unlock button. JB sighed in relief as the handle pulled in his grip and he hopped into the passenger’s seat. I yanked at my own handle on the drivers side and tumbled in as well. 

We sat in silence for a moment, collecting our breaths and respective thoughts. I finally attempted to get a hand through my tangled hair and grumbled to myself. I pushed it out of my direct sight to see JB trying to do the same. 

“Why didn’t you have the keys ready…before we ran out of the shop?” he hissed. He whipped his hair back, sending small droplets to cover the center console. He tugged at his sweater, now matted with rain to his shirt. He gave a few tugs, sending his shirt riding up his stomach as well. I felt my breath catch as bit by bit, he began to reveal his caramel colored skin to me. I squinted, noting his small happy trail traveling up his flat stomach and smirked to myself. 

“Yah, what are you smiling about?” he gasped. “Help me!” 

I nodded, quickly shaking myself from my previous thought as I reached out with shaking fingers. I tugged at the woven fabric, trying to stop myself from glancing down at his skin again. With careful touches, I separated his thin cotton t-shirt from the sweater and helped him launch it over his head and into the back seat. 

“Thanks,” he sighed, tugging down his shirt and giving me a side eye.

“Mhm,” I nodded, averting my eyes and sticking the keys into the ignition. I turned the air on full blast and attempted to dry my body. 

“Uh…” he hummed, cutting his eyes at me again. I followed his gaze, looking down at what I had forgotten was a white t-shirt and my very hot pink bra beneath. 

“Aish,” I groaned, wrapping my arms around my torso and leaning my head against the headrest. 

JB chuckled, running his hands along his arms. He leaned over, clicking the air conditioner to the heat instead and sighed. “Nice color, matches your cheeks.”

I rolled my eyes, still not daring to look at him but through my peripherals. I hadn’t been close with JB very long, but we had a very convoluted relationship. it mostly involved me embarrassing myself in front of him and him picking at me as if he were a schoolyard bully. I had a love/hate relationship with him that we both readily acknowledged. We weren’t friends, but we weren’t dating. We were stuck in a weird sort of in between. 

I leaned forward again, setting my hand on the shifter to launch us into reverse when his hand encased mine, halting any action or actual thought process. 

“Don’t you think we should wait?” he asked. He looked down at our interlaced hands and quickly pulled his hand back as if my skin was covered in toxic waste. “Until the weather slows down? I would like to live to see my next birthday.”

“Contrary to popular belief,” I sighed, looking down at my own hand, wondering what was so unappealing about it. “I am capable of driving in rain.”

“Just like you were capable of getting us inside the vehicle?” he grumbled, crossing his arms and flicking his wet hair back again. It was incredible how he could go from handsome to sexy in mere seconds. Who knew pushing your hair back could make your face shine in a completely different light?

“Yah, why do you keep looking at me like that?” JB groaned. “It’s weird. Quit being weird!”

I began to blush immediately at having been caught and turned away from him once again, rolling my eyes. “Fine Jaebum oppa, I won’t look at you for the remainder of our time together.”

“Suites me fine,” he nodded smugly. 

“Maybe I shouldn’t speak either,” I mumbled sarcastically, crossing my arms and gazing out the window. The rain still poured over my small vehicle. Violent splashes of water continued to hit my glass and I closed my eyes, trying to center my feelings. 

“Alright,” JB chuckled. “Quite being so dramatic, yeah? You’re starting to sound like Jackson.”

“Look,” I sighed, turning my body to face him. 

“I would like to point out, you are both looking and speaking to me currently, two things you claimed you would not-”

“God JB, shut up,” I groaned, launching my lips towards his. My initial goal was, as cliche as it sounded, to shut him up. I couldn’t stand his picking any longer and I wouldn’t take it lying down anymore. The problem came after I realized what I had done and my mouth was flush against his. We both sat still for a moment, unsure of what to do. I kept my eyes locked shut, trying to wish myself out of existence. I was hoping he’d suddenly hear a loud pop and I would disappear, but no such luck. 

After remaining unmoving, JB finally put a little pressure into the kiss, placing a light hand against mine on the center console. I dared to peak an eye open to see both of his closed, immersed in whatever this was. I kissed back, eventually feeling as if my heart were going to fall out of my mouth, and began to back away. I sat back in the drivers seat, my eyes wide, waiting for him to say something. 

“Took you long enough,” he whispered before he even had his eyes open. 

“YAH, IM JAEBUM,” I gasped, looking for the nearest thing to throw at him. “WHAT DO YOU - WHY DO YOU - I”

“Cat got your tongue?” he chuckled, opening his eyes and lifting his brows. “Or was that me?”

“I don’t know how I can simultaneously hate you and be attracted to you!” I whined, slamming my balled fists against the steering wheel. 

“I tend to have that effect on people,” he smiled, watching me carefully. 

“Oh yeah? Great, and by people you mean…?” I grunted. 

“You mostly, but I’ve only been waiting for you to kiss me for about an eternity now, so it was nice that you finally did. I didn’t want to have to pick on you forever,” he said with a wink. 

“So you’re telling me,” I hissed, shivering from my wet clothes that were growing more cold by the moment. “This has been some twisted elementary school style courting tactics this whole time?” 

“Well…I mean if you’re going to be blunt,” he muttered, looking away. 

I sighed, running a hand through my messy hair. “You’re impossible.”

“No, I’m Jaebum,” he said, looking up at me again with a sly grin. 

“Hi Jaebum, I’m desperately trying to find patience with you,” I muttered. 

“That’s a strange name, so long-” he chuckled as I launched myself at him again, this time toppling over the center console and landing square in his lap. I took his face in my hands and kissed him desperately. 

“Please, just shut up,” I whispered, peppering small kisses on his lips. 

He growled against my mouth, pulling at the belt loops of my jeans and situating me to straddle him. “Keep kissing me then.”

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Hi Y’all! Sorry I haven’t written in a while. Been hella busy with coursework, plus balancing two part-time jobs. But that hasn’t stopped the headcanons from whizzing past my brain!

Been recently rereading the lovely @picascribit‘s A Cure for Nightmares, and been thinking, what would it have been like if Sirius was the one who was abused (by his family, ofc), and Remus the one who comforted him? This is a muggle Au where they are in boarding school. Remus is not a werewolf, but Sirius is still from an aristocratic family that is utter piece of shit.

(Before I begin, TW: Abuse and Homophobia)

  • Sirius realizes that he likes boys pretty early on, by the time he’s 10 or 11, and comes out to his family (not realizing, then, how his family is basically a bunch of fucked up bigots)
  • Obviously, Walburga and Orion do not take kindly to the one and only heir of the Ancient House of Black turning out a “deviant”
  • To bring him in line, they inflict all sorts of abuse on him. Domestic violence, sexual violence, and just. the worst kind of physical and emotional damage
  • So, when he goes to boarding school, Sirius is terribly withdrawn- too scared to even look at the other boys in school properly because of how his family has enforced their internalized homophobia upon him.
  • He is also extremely uncomfortable with his body, because of the scars his family has inflicted. He is scared to undress in front of his dorm mates, and he is skittish and squirmy when other people touch him (even when the touches are light and innocuous)
  • Then there are James, Peter, Remus, his dorm mates
  • Who very clearly notice how Sirius always avoids eye contact, touches, and any kind of bodily exposure
  • Especially Remus
  • Who is used to warm smiles and touches from his family and is just incredibly baffled by this strange boy who always shies away from the same
  • (Remus also notices how beautiful Sirius is. How his grey eyes have a hidden depth of intelligence, how his dark curls are always so silky and must be so soft to touch, how he has the loveliest full lips which must be so brilliant to kiss…)
  • (Jeez, Remus, get a grip)
  • Anyway, slowly, but surely, James, Peter and Remus are successful in drawing Sirius out of his shell. Soon, he gets involved in Marauder pranks, late-night school exploration and general tomfoolery
  • Sirius, for the first time in his life, feels like he has friends. Friends who make him happy, who love him for who he is
  • (Sirius also may or may not feel a special something towards Remus. He notices Remus’ warm, brown eyes, his sharp crackling wit, his overwhelming kindheartedness…and damn, is he smitten)
  • But everytime he thinks of Remus in that way, he is constantly reminded of the abuse his parents have inflicted on him
  • So, the more his feelings for Remus intensify, the more he gets terrible nightmares full of blood and excruciating pain and wakes up screaming and panting and crying
  • Remus, who is a light sleeper, always wakes up when Sirius does because of his nightmares, and though a bit hesitant at first, will go up to Sirius’ bed and very quietly whisper, “Are you okay?”
  • The first few times this happens; when Sirius realizes that Remus heard him having these nightmares, he is scared shit, thinking that if Remus finds out WHY he’s having these nightmares, he would hate Sirius forever. So he doesn’t reply to Remus’ worried query and pretends to have gone back to sleep.
  • But on the fifth consecutive night, when Sirius has woken up screaming and Remus has approached his bed, gently inquiring after his wellbeing, Sirius can’t turn him away anymore
  • No” he says. “I’m not okay Remus. Do you….will you….hate me for that?”
  • Remus is shocked. “Why should I hate you because you’re going through a hard time? God, Sirius, I can never hate you. It is physically impossible for me to EVER hate you”
  • At this, Sirius looks up, slightly perplexed, “R-Really? You wouldn’t hate me if I told you the truth about myself”
  • NEVER”, Remus says, with so much conviction that Sirius wants to cry
  • I…I’m queer, Remus. I like boys. I’m a deviant, a freak. What’s even worse is that…is that…I like you. Like a friend, but also more than a friend. Much more than a friend”
  • For a moment, Remus is silent, and Sirius thinks he might actually die if he doesn’t say anything soon.
  • Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Remus smiles (now a little teary-eyed himself), and asks, “Can I…Can I touch you? is that okay?”
  • Sirius nods, still slightly baffled.
  • Remus then, with measured movements climbs on to Sirius’ bed, and runs his hand across a scar on his neck that peeks out of his nightclothes. “Is that why they did this to you? Because you like boys?” Sirius nods again.
  • Oh my beautiful, beautiful, Sirius. You are not a deviant. You are the furthest thing from a deviant that ever existed. The people who hurt you: they’re the actual freaks. They’re the ones who should be suffering, not you”
  • And then, before Sirius could form a reply, Remus places the lightest of kisses on his lips; so tender that it makes him tremble. “I like you too, my precious star. So much more than a friend”
Essays in Existentialism: Sisters

Wow… More amazing writing… Thank you. If u are taking prompts I would love a forbidden love, like best friends little sister or from the wrong side of the tracks…

“We can’t,” Clarke whispered, shaking her head. Lexa pulled her shirt anyway, scraping her fingertips along skin that became available. There was little resistance in her actions.

“This might be our only chance,” she whispered, nose dragging along Clarke’s. Her lips followed, reaching to touch her own. “You’re graduating tomorrow.”

“Anya’s my best friend,” the blonde argued as her shirt disappeared. That sentence gave her a tiny bit of spine to stand up to the onslaught of Lexa’s eyes and lips and nose and intoxicating closeness. Not enough, but some.

“I’m negligibly younger than you,” Lexa insisted. “One year.”

“It’s not the age thing, or that I’m graduating. You’re my best friend’s sister. You’re my sister’s sister. That makes you my sister,” Clarke worried, feeling Lexa’s fabric against her bare stomach.

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Holding Me...

Originally posted by l-ucja

Fandom: The Outsiders

Pairing: Darry x Reader

Warning: N/A

Writer: imaginesofeveryfandom aka thequeenofthehobbits

Summary/Request: Requested by anon:  A oneshot with Darry based off “Holding Me” from the animated “Titanic” movie (the video on youtube with better quality is from user piezguyz, just as a heads up). Honestly, that song was the ONLY good thing that came out of the movie (the rest of the movie was terrible!) But every time I hear this song, I always picture myself dancing with one of the Outsider boys. Just something sweet and romantic. I would give anything to dance with one of them, especially Darry. :)

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Facade (Pt. 6)

Characters: Jimin X You

Genre: ceo!jimin || fluff (as of now)

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Two and Three Quarters

Your cell phone rings in the present. You have always hated using any type of technology during dinner – that is a time you believe to be reserved for conversation face to face. However, upon glancing up at Jimin, you see that he has disappeared. You note that he has taken his phone away with him as well.

Meals used to be something you would look forward to. That was the time the two of you could talk about anything on your mind. There was no need for you to put on a façade for him. He already knew everything about you and he had never been afraid to tell you what is on his mind either.

So what is it? Why was it so hard to speak to him now?

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