flushing them

anonymous asked:

Max, flopping facedown on the Activity Club couch: "Someone please, save me from Johnny." Isaac: "Is he trying to pick a fight with you again?" Max: "No." Isabel: "Is it something I should fight him over?" Max: "No." Ed: "Then whats wrong?" Max, looking up at them, flushed and exasperated: "He asked me on a DATE." Isabel, suddenly excited: "What did you say???" Max: "uh-" Isaac, suddenly worried: "you didnt say YES did you???" Max, suddenly flustered: "UHHHH-" Isaac, head in hands: "oh my god"

CUTE MAX

10

poor baby is a little bit overwhelmed.

during his next turn kevin goes with “never have i ever actually kissed neil” and everyone has to try to take the knives away from andrew when nicky reluctantly takes the shot as well.

everyone is at least tipsy at this point which is as good an excuse as any to draw them all flushed.

[insp.]

Friendly reminder that dumping old spell items in the trash or flushing them down the toilet is a perfectly acceptable way of disposing of a spell. Not everything needs to be buried or thrown into a river. (Besides, for urban witches, that might be incredibly difficult or even illegal to do.) It’s okay to just put it in the trash.

Learning 2 Share - Stilinski Triplets + Mitch Stilinski [Smut]

Author: @writing-obrien

Character(s): Stiles Stilinski/Reader, Stuart Stilinski/Reader, Thomas Stilinski/Reader, Mitch Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 5668

Notes: Here y'all go. Finally here. So, there’s a lot of warnings for this one, let’s go. *cracks literally every fucking none in my body as preparation* Oral (both receiving), Fingering, Orgy, Multiple Orgasms, Spit Play, Anal, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Squirting, Double Penetration, Thigh Riding, Face Riding, Marking, Biting, Scratching, Over Stimulation, Shower Play, Exhibitionism, Spanking, Dirty Talk, Begging, Dominance, Older/Younger, Orgasm Denial and Choking/Gagging. Huge thanks to Steffy because even though she doesn’t like butt stuff, she proofread this for me. If that ain’ true friendship then I don’t know what is. I love you @dumbass-stilinski​ <3


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Priorities (Smut - Jeep sex)

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Request: A massive amount of people wanted more car sex, so here we go. 

Word count: 3,021

Priorities (Smut – Jeep sex)

“Are you kidding me?” You whined as Shawn put the last bags of food in the trunk.

“Sorry love”

“You seriously want me to get in the back because your guitar has to be on the front seat?” You stared at him, honestly thinking he was messing with you right now.

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blue-gold-demigod-clouds  asked:

Headcanons for Paladins and s/o sharing their first kiss please?

I had a lot of fun writing these  ✻

Pidge:

  • Their s/o is the one to instigate it and it’s a whole shock for poor Pidge
    the pair of them are sat on the floor with their backs to the wall and Pidge’s s/o has been talking for a straight hour
  • but they weren’t paying attention to their s/o, so when they motion for Pidge to look around they’re oblivious
  • it’s only a peck on the lips but it’s soft and innocent so when their s/o backs away, with eyes still on Pidge’s lips, they bump their glasses with their nose
  • when they are fully drawn back, Pidge is looking down through their eyelashes and slightly wonky glasses all blushy like “wow”

Hunk:

  • he’s been nervous about it for weeks so he plans it out as if it’s going to be that simple though
  • long story short his plans get scuppered when his s/o decides to have a food fight with him
  • flour is flying everywhere and Hunk has definitely thrown at least one egg but his s/o just flicks icing sugar in his face and it all comes to a halt because they’re laughing so hard it’s difficult to breathe
  • and then it just happens naturally, like him and his s/o are just drawn together and it tastes like icing sugar
  • its too pure and they’re all giggly afterward, still covered from head to toe in ingredients

Lance:

  • you know this boy smooth talked his way to this point (or at least he thinks that - his s/o just finds him funny)
  • but for a change, it’s them half lidded and suggestive so all he can do is gulp
  • he basically becomes putty in his s/o’s hands, honestly, he’s like an innuendo away from becoming a puddle bless so they just grab his jacket collar and pull him in
  • he doesn’t react for a few seconds out of sheer shock but gets into it properly as they run out of breath
  • he’s smiling like a goof but boy is he ready to do that again and again and again

Keith:

  • he’s a heat of the moment kind of guy
  • after the team get reunited (after haggar fucks up the wormhole) he’s desperate to see them, Shiro’s injured and the team are split up so when he actually gets back to the castle nothing holds him back
  • they go in for a hug but Keith catches he immediately by the lips with hands gently holding their jaw
  • he hums happily when they relax into him but when they break away they realize everyone!!! is!!! looking!!
  • they’re both a blushing mess after that but he’s just so god damn relieved that they are ok that he doesn’t really care

Shiro:

  • he’s a patient guy when it comes to relationships because he wants his s/o to be ready and such but even they have to admit he’s almost too patient
  • but when he does make the move he’s sooo nervous and he’s probably thought about it far too hard
  • his s/o runs their hands up his arms and probably has to reach up a lil bit to meet him half way with a giggle
  • it’s a slow and long kiss - he wraps his arms around their waist to bring them flush against him
  • it’s the most cliche thing but its perfect in every sense of the word

junmyeonderful  asked:

now that we had a top ten hottest publicity photos of yuuri, can we have one top ten of Viktor's photos?

10) A picture taken of him at the beach doing the classic ‘rising from the sea covered in glistening droplets of water’ thing. Chris later pointed out that it was an incredibly flattering photo of Viktor but he could ruin it if he posted the photo of the bad sunburn Viktor also got from that day after forgetting to put on enough suncream. Viktor made him swear to secrecy on that one.

9) A magazine spread he once did with Yuuri once he had retired about his retired life and plans for the future. One of the pictures was of him wearing typical hot dad clothes and an apron while cooking with Makkachin by his feet. It made him look like the perfect husband fantasy and all of his fans were simultaneously completely in love and incredibly jealous of a very smug Yuuri over it

8) He once did a promotional ad for a sports clothing company that sponsored him which involved a lot of shots of him running, working out at the gym and pushing his sweaty hair out of his face as he grinned at the camera. Yuuri has a copy saved to his computer.

7) A photo taken of he and Yuuri taken at a fancy gala they both had to attend. It was one of the incredibly classy ones with a dance floor and ballroom dancing involved and after hours of playing nice to their sponsors and getting bored out of their minds, they both decided to have a bit of fun with the dancing. Since they were both the best dancers in the room by a mile and both trained in various styles they soon had every eye on them. The picture was taken by the official photographer and involved both of them flushed and laughing with their ties coming undone and their shirts slightly open as Yuuri dipped Viktor. It was so popular from a combination of the attractive dancer look and the fact that Viktor looked so ecstatically happy it made other people happy just to look at it

6) The first official picture of him with his short hair. When he cut it there was a mass mourning because his long hair had been so beautiful but people pretty quickly did a 180 after seeing the picture he posted of him winking and running his hand through his newly short hair. After that, most people agreed that he looked unfairly good no matter what hairstyle he had. Yuuri once joked they should test that theory by giving him a bowl cut

5) The first photoshoot he ever did with Yuuri. Viktor was in his Stammi Vicino outfit and Yuuri in his Yuri On Ice one and they were doing couple poses throughout. Viktor was literally glowing with happiness during the whole thing and it shone through in all the pictures, the same going for Yuuri

4) A set of pictures mentioned in my previous top ten about publicity photos of Yuuri, where they both modelled for an ad promoting a line of gender neutral clothing. Viktor ended up wearing a design halfway between a suit and a dress and absolutely killed it. The internet never recovered.

3) He once modelled for an underwear line and ended up in one of those classic black and white ads that get plastered all over the place, giving the camera a sultry look while wearing a very, very tight pair of boxers and absolutely nothing else. Phichit got Yuuri a framed copy once as a joke

2) A picture of Viktor caught by paparazzi on a really hot day when he was throwing a ball for Makkachin in a park. He had taken off his shirt because it was boiling and he was overheating like crazy and the combination of hot shirtless guy and adorable dog was too much for anyone to resist

1) Not so much a promotional photo but his and Yuuri’s official wedding photo. The ceremony was closed to only friends and family and it was the only official photo they released, one of the two of them at the altar. It was universally considered the photo where they both looked most attractive, a little bit because of the ‘they both look amazing in tuxes’ thing but mainly because they both looked so completely in love and the expressions on their faces were beautiful.

anonymous asked:

Can you explain to me what happen in the whole Dallas,Texas with freshly fucked Harry , I didn't really pay attention do that. Thanks :)

Oh dear. Ok. Please, I’m going to need you to pay attention right now then because this is so so so SO important. 

The boys went to Dallas (technically Frisco) back in 2012 to do a special show and some promo. Harry and Louis were joined at the hip being domestic and needy and clingy and blehhhhhh the entire day

How do we even HAVE this picture???? You just know Louis was whispering a thousand filthy things into Harry’s ear. 

And shortly after that I’m sure they found a broom closet or a sound proof dressing room or SOMETHING because….

Harry. was. wrecked.

Let’s make a check list shall we?

  • Glassy eyes.
  • Messy curls.
  • SWOLLEN LIPS. SERIOUSLY DO YOU SEE THEM???? 
  • Flushed cheeks. MAC has to have a blush that matches this color. And if it isn’t called Frisco or Dallas then I think the cosmetic people need to rethink their life choices.

It doesn’t take a brain surgeon to figure out what went on here

HE LOOKS SO OUT OF IT. HARRY THIS IS OBSCENE

And who do you think was to blame for the state Harry was in? This little guy right here. Just look at him. So proud. Glassy eyed, flushed cheeked little casanova. That’s the smile of a boy who just fucked Harry Styles’ brains out yep.

They were both so sweaty. Like………????????

“Take it Harry take it! Just like you took it a few hours ago”

Louis…./LOUIS/…. someone is ready to go again

During the show they were all over each other toooo. He’s rolling up Harry’s sleeves. Somebody make this stop ffs

A tame visual of what happened earlier/what probably happened again later

cuddles <333

So that’s the story of Dallas. I hope it was a very educational experience for you :)

[TRANS] BTS Official Fanclub A.R.M.Y 1st Term - Interview (P5)

(the interview is from 2014)
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Q: How do you relieve those stresses? 

Jungkook: I eat.
Rap Monster: I have to concentrate on something. Sometimes it’s game, sometimes it’s music. “Too Much” was a mixtape that I made putting all of my stresses in, but now come to think of it, it’s really too much just like the title. (laughs) I thought it would be cool putting my stresses into music, but seems like I was wrong. I decided it’s best not to pile up stresses.
Suga: I think my personality changed a lot. Before, I used to show my stresses out. I would show it out with something and then I’m done, but now when I’m stressed, I just flush them all out inside. Actually it’s not like I have a hobby…
Rap Monster: Photos!
Suga: Oh I like taking photos, but it doesn’t make me feel the catharsis and go “Haa~ I love it~ (in a feeling tone”.
All: (laugh and clap hands)
Suga: I said I like cameras but I don’t go “Uahh~ The lens. (admiring)” when taking photos.
Rap Monster: Lens..! 40mm! (cosplaying Suga)
All: (go wild)
Suga: I think I knew how to get less stressed even if I’m stressed now. If I think like “If I do better, the thing that makes me stressed will be gone. Let’s do better,” it won’t stress me out.
Jungkook: Honestly, I’m the type to not really think much. (looking happy)
Rap Monster: Jungkook just bounces it off. Suga-hyung lets it pass by and Jungkook bounces it off.
J-hope: Ting~ Ting~ (making sound effect)
Jungkook: When I’m stressed, I “Euaaa…” and then I’m fine.
Jimin: I still don’t know how to relieve stress. I just pile it all up or stay quiet by myself until something makes me laugh. When I’m like that, (points to Jungkook) sometimes he messes with me and makes me laugh. If I don’t laugh then I continue to stay quiet.
Rap Monster: (points to Hobi) How do you relieve stress? I’m really curious.
J-hope: Me? I’m stressed when a problem comes up, and I can only relieve stress after dealing with that problem. Other than that there’s barely anything that make me stressed.
Rap Monster: You don’t get stressed by trivial things?
J-hope: Uhm… Not really, but when I do, time is the answer. Sometimes I eat something sweet and it’ll be gone. (laughs)
Jimin: (points to V) How about you? I’m really curious how V relieve stress.
V: Me?
Suga:
Doesn’t V do the most? To relieve stress.
V: If I’m stressed, it’ll all show on my face. “I’m not in a good mood today (showing face expression)”, “I’m really stressed (showing face expression)” like this. If I talk to someone, or play games, read webtoons or play games, I would still keep that face.
J-hope: You did a lot but…
V: I tried a lot of things but I still haven’t found any solution.
Jin: I cook something and eat. (laughs)
Rap Monster: You’re still the same. Food!
Jin: But I have to talk about how I relieve stress!
J-hope: This hyung is getting stressed again. He has to go eat something. Wait (points at snacks on the table) quick, give him snacks.
All: (laugh)
Jin: Not this. I have to eat something I make. Or go sleep. Sleep helps relieving 80% of stress.
Jungkook: Really?
Jin: Yeah.
Rap Monster: Sleeping is the best.
J-hope: Everything goes away after sleeping. Jungkook: I get stressed when I sleep.
All: Why?
Jungkook: I can’t sleep.
Suga: Who would believe that.
Jungkook: It strangely takes a lot of effort for me to fall asleep on bed.
Rap Monster: I fall asleep as soon as I lay my head down.
V: Rapmon-hyung snores as soon as he lie down.
Jin: These days I have to wear headphone to sleep because of Rapmon.
Jimin: (excited) Wow! (The snoring) even drills through the headphone. It goes “baaaaakk” like this, I even feel the vibration.
Jin: He snores everyday like a routine.
Rap Monster: So that’s why my throat hurts every time I wake up. Because I snore too hard.
Jimin: I was so surprised. V left the headphone on my bed. I just thought “What the, take care of your stuffs” and put it aside, but then when I slept I realized “Oh that’s why! I need the headphone!” and put it on. But the snoring drilled through the headphone like “dadadadadadadada”!!
Suga: I don’t feel anything. Guess I got used to it.
V: Me too. Nothing.
Jin: My bed is the farthest from Rapmon but it feels like I’m right next to him. But do you know this? Rapmon is really sensitive before sleeping. If I rustle even just a little bit, he would go “Jin-hyung”…
All: (laugh)
Jin: But then he snores as soon as he sleeps.
Suga: We usually share hotel rooms when going abroad or somewhere else right? I want all of us to use one room and let him use a room by himself.
Rap Monster: (embarrassed) Why, because I snore?
J-hope: (points at Rap Monster) You go sleep with manager hyung.
Jungkook: R~ight!
Jin: Exactly!
V: True!
Jungkook: A collaboration.
All: (crack up, especially Jimin)
V: Two top figures.
Suga: It’s my first time seeing such a collaboration.
Jungkook: (showing snoring collaboration)
All: (crack up again)
J-hope: You have to try going through it.
Rap Monster: Someone recorded and let me hear it long ago.
Jimin: It’s really funny. If other people snore, he throws his pillow and bury his face into the blanket.
All: (clapping and laughing)
Jin: If others snore, he wakes them up and tells them to stop sleeping…
Jimin: (about to cry from laughing so hard)
Jungkook: (clapping like a seal)
Suga: Jimin once snored and Rapmon tapped him “Yo, stop snoring” and woke him up, but he himself snored as soon as he lied down.
All: (stomach hurting so bad that laughing is getting hard now)
J-hope: Wow~ you’re really..
Suga: You have no conscience.
Rap Monster: I… did wrong. (laughs shyly) I relieve stress by snoring!
Jimin: If Jungkook’s about to snore, he blocks his nose but you snore right after laying your head down. No not snoring, growling.
Rap Monster: I don’t… (voice getting smaller)
Jungkook: But still luckily I don’t wake up in the middle of sleeping. It’s best to fall asleep first.
Jin: Waking up in the middle of sleeping is the worst… But we only have like 3 hours to sleep, go to sleep from Rapmon first.
All: (shaking heads) Ouh~ We can’t do that!
Jimin: Let me tell you how sensitive Rapmon-hyung is, we can’t even make any noise outside the room. He goes outside and tells us to be quiet.
V: But he sings in the bathroom…
All: (laugh)
Jin: And turning on music…
Rap Monster: I don’t~ Why are you being like this~
All: (having fun teasing Rap Monster)
Suga: Going around vacuuming early in the morning…
Jin: I remember back in trainee days, he suddenly turned on the vacuum early in the morning.
Suga: I was like “Why is he being like this? What is he? When is he gonna turn off that vacuum cleaner?” and was about to go out to say something, then he turned it off. I thought that was the end but…
Jin: He suddenly went showing and singing.
All: (laugh)
Jin: I still remember it was ‘Waiting’ by Yoonha-sunbaenim.
Jimin: (wiping tears and laughing again)
V: (laughing while holding stomach)
Jungkook: (clapping)
J-hope: Really… (laughs)
Rap Monster: Oh my endorphins~
Suga: So I opened the door and shouted “Be quiet!!!!!!!!!!”.
V: It was hilarious.
Jungkook: Why don’t I remember this? Was I sleeping at that time?
Jin: You weren’t there at that time.
Suga: You were in America.
Jungkook: Oh America~
Jimin: That was freaking funny.
Rap Monster: I only snore these days.
Suga: Yeah you don’t do that anymore.
Rap Monster: These days we have a new dark horse. (points to V)
Jungkook: He sleep talks a lot.
All: (copying V)
Suga: But we all got used to it now so it’s no longer a problem.

P1 | P2 | P3 | P4 | P5 | P6

anonymous asked:

5 Viviane and Kallias

So many ideas swirled in my head for these two, but hopefully you enjoy this. (And we can thank a messenger fox for making this possible!)

First Kiss Headcanon:

- Kallias and Viviane technically had their first kiss when they were quite young - though Kallias refuses to consider it their “official” first kiss.

- It’s quite a story that always brings a laugh out of Viviane who vividly recalls that fateful day.

- As a teen Kallias was followed by a flock of females (and a few males) who were out to seek his hand in marriage.

- He fled to the barn where the messenger foxes were kept in the hopes of hiding from his suitors.

- Viviane was in the building playing with the foxes when Kallias arrived breathless from his close escape.

- She laughed when Kallias told her his plight regarding the horde of fae who wished to be his spouse.

- Viviane cheekily offered to be his guard to ward of the suitors along with the little army of messenger foxes.

- Kallias chuckled. Thankful that Viviane’s humor could relieve the stress he was currently feeling.

- He half-heartedly told her that the only way to make the suitors leave is if they believed he was already spoken for in terms of a lover. 

- Immediately once the words left his mouth he wish he could take them back. He wanted more than anything for Viviane to fill that role - to be his lover, friend and wife…but the risk was too great if those of the Court wished to use her against him.

- Viviane, clearly noticing Kallias’ troubled expression, wanted to take away his pain. He was her closest friend and at times she felt that their bond of friendship was perhaps stronger than they imagined.

- So she moved on instinct. Not thinking about anything else other than comforting Kallias.

- Viviane moved to kiss his cheek - a gesture that she had done before and usually brought a sigh of happiness from Kallias, but at that moment a messenger fox leapt into Kallias’ lap. 

- The movement jarred Kallias as he turned his head causing his and Viviane’s lips to collide.

- It was so quick, but the moment their lips touched it was as if the breath was stolen right from their chests.

“Kallias I-!” Viviane leaped up. “I - I didn’t mean to kiss you - well actually I was going to kiss you - but not like that.”

- As Viviane stuttered out apology after apology Kallias was frozen stiff in shock.

- His face turned pink as he recalled how her soft lips felt against his in that brief moment that he wished could have lasted an eternity.

- Of course Viviane chose that moment to take his face in her hands with worry coating her eyes. Her gentle fingers on his cheeks made them flush as she leaned forward to inspect his face.

“Kallias you’re turning red! Should I call a physician? Is there something I can do to help?!”

- Kallias swallowed down the sudden urge to pull her back in for another kiss. And he tampered down the need to tug her into his lap and show her just how exactly she could help him.

- But Kallias brushed those thoughts away like snow upon his shoulders. Maybe one day he could answer those desires, but today was not the day…

- It wouldn’t be until many years later for the to day arrive when Kallias and Viviane would kiss again after he arrived back from Under The Mountain.

- And this time as their lips touched, Kallias made sure that it lasted.

- His fingers threaded in Viviane’s long hair as he poured all of his hope and love into their kiss.

- He could feel Viviane match his need. She desperately tugged him impossibly closer as she kept whispering his name between breaths.

- Their tongues tasted each other and their hands were constantly in motion.

- Each of them murmuring words that they had been holding back for so long - words that echoed from the depths of their souls and spoke of a dream that had finally became a reality.

- Their reunion of a kiss sent them tumbling into the snow where they finally broke apart slowly yet their hands remain latched onto each other.

“Now that was a kiss,” Viviane whispered.

“And I plan to do that everyday for the rest of our lives,” Kallias paused. “If you’ll have me that is.”

- Viviane blinked. “Are you…proposing?” Hope laced Viviane’s tone as her eyes widened in disbelief.

- The nervous smile on Kallias’ lips was enough to answer her as he brushed snow from her hair and rested his hand upon her blushing cheek.

- For the next hour Viviane made sure that her answer was quite clear amid kisses and touches that made Kallias moan in happiness.

- And so Kallias’ dreams of Viviane being his lover, friend and wife came true…and to both of their delight they would soon add mate to those titles as well.

Saudade [2]

pairing: Jungkook | reader I Yooongi
✥ genre: angst (Soulmate!au meets Hanahaki!au)
✥ word count: 3.863
✥ warnings: none
✥ author’s note: mylord end me. i have absolutely no hint of a plot whatsoever so im making this into something along the lines of a three part story. like three stages of heartbreak or somthing along those lines. take it, eat it and shit it out im done with everything bless you. 

Series: Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3                                 

Saudade;                                                                                                           ↪ The feeling of intense longing for a person or place you love but is now lost

[Masterlist]



You coughed, surprising yourself. A burning sensation started to travel up from your abdomen to your throat.  You started to cough so hard you felt like throwing up.

A wave of pain suddenly washed over you; it was exquisite and debilitating. For you, it was the worst burning sensation you had ever felt. Your throat gurgled as you struggled to breathe, spitting blood. Your body was shaking. Slowly breathing hard, your hand shot to your side, clutching it as an electric shock from the pit of your stomach ran throughout your body, and then caught fire. The pain was merciless without escape. You fell to your knees, hands stretched out in front of you on the ground for support.

You felt something caught in your throat. Then, you sputtered out something – something dry.

There, you saw it.

Your eyes went wide and for a moment, you couldn’t breathe. You scooped it up in your hands, fighting the urge to cry.  

In your palm lay a familiar cluster of rose petals.

With a burst of anger, you threw away the petals, now littering the washroom floor. Biting back tears, you slumped your head against the cabinet in defeat. You watched the petals splay across the floor with an unwavering gaze as their fiery red orb of light slowly sank into threads of light, dyeing the petals first orange, then red, then dark blue, until all that was left of the petals were a chalky mauve.

Coughing out flowers sounded like a curse out of a fairy-tale – one that could never and would never exist in the real world. It was too beautiful, too unearthly to be true. However, when you first started coughing out tiny rose petals, you found out that you were cursed with the Hanahaki disease.


The disease started when you met Jungkook. The two of you were five-year-olds, innocent as day. Jungkook moved next door and he had reluctantly joined your tea party and a friendship slowly blossomed between the two of you. You had not have begun to cough flowers just yet. The two of you were far too young to experience any form of puppy love.

The first time you coughed out rose petals, the two of you were ten. Sitting near the edge of a lake, Jungkook had opened up to you and as his best friend, you listened. He told you about his crush on another girl in your class. When he first mentioned her name and how much he had a crush on her, your chest tightened, and your throat felt as if something was clogging it up. You gasped for air, and Jungkook thumped your back and a handful of rose petals fell onto your lap.

Screams erupted from both your lips and Jungkook practically carried you all the way back, even though you resisted his offer. Jungkook went home that night, thinking that you had accidentally eaten some flowers as a joke and everything was normal again. It was that night when your mother explained the Hanahaki disease to you for the first time.

It was said that a witch once cursed the entire women of a village for loving the village head – someone who wasn’t their soulmate. Although finding your soulmate was, and still is a rarity, the witch cursed them with the Hanahaki disease. The flower that grew within you would be different for each person – it would reflect the splashes of colors you had painted for their soulmate to see.

Your mother had explained how she too, used to cough out flowers when she was a little girl because she was in love with your father but he never reciprocated her feelings until later. It was a fatal disease, for the growing flowers would eventually clog up your respiratory system. The disease could only be removed if one undergoes an operation to remove the flowers, along with their feelings.

Jungkook’s crush with that girl in his class didn’t last very long, and thankfully, the flower petals stopped for a period of time. However, flash forward to your second year in high school, things were different now with you and Jungkook. Sure, the two of you were best friends, and the two of you spoke and hung out together a lot; but the only thing that was different was your love for Jungkook and Jungkook’s love for someone else.

It was like history repeated itself when he had told you that he planned to ask out your sister. He’s always fancied her, you’ve just been in denial for the entire time.

You sat under the sunset, reading a book when he first told you.

“Y/N, I’m going to ask Hyojin out,” he had mentioned out of the blue. Your chest tightened, the same way it did when you were ten. You felt a tingling, itchy feeling clawing up your throat and stopping midway. It felt like a hairball that had been stuck, but you managed to swallow it down with some water.

“Y/N, are you okay? You look like your –“

“I’m okay, Jungkook. I just choked a little on my water when I laid down,” you lied, clutching your chest and covering your mouth to prevent yourself from coughing out any more petals.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow but did not question further. “Well, what do you think I should do?”

You thumped your chest and the tightening feeling disappeared for a while. “Just go straight up to her and tell her,” you said. “Look she’s right there,” you pointed out to your sister, who was much prettier, perfect and definitely much more of Jungkook’s type than you ever were.

With a small smile, he ruffled your hair. “You’re the best friend anyone could ever ask for,” were his last words to you before Hyojin accepted his confession.

That night, you tossed and turned in your sleep, until you gave up. It was three AM, you sat on your bed, coughing out petal after petal, tears streaming down your face as you clutched your chest. The endless stream of petals seemed as if it would never stop, likewise with your tears as one single word ran through your mind. Jungkook. Jungkook. Jungkook. How ironic was it that he was as beautiful as the flowers you were coughing out?


You shut your eyes, trying to compose yourself before you were forced to go outside once again. On your knees, you and gathered the petals and dropped them into the toilet, flushing them away. You stared at the bowl as the petals swirled through the water, whirled away from you.

You stood up, gripping the side of the vanity. The pain had an unpleasant warmth to it, eating at your stomach. You felt slightly nauseous, just enough to make you hold onto the table for support and breath slow. You’ve often prized yourself in ignoring the pain and just rocking on regardless, but that just wasn’t possible right now. It owned you, dominated every thought, and controlled your every action.

You stared into the mirror in front of you. Your hair was sticking to the sides of your face as a thin sheet of perspiration glistened on your neck and forehead. Your cheeks were flushed and the tip of your nose was pink from crying. Dried up tears were streaked across your face, glistening under the fluorescent lighting. There was something solemn swimming in your eyes. Their stunning, deep brown held a truth that your face could not hide. The despairing chill that they conveyed made you feel heartbroken. You looked away; you couldn’t bear it. A lone tear rolled down your cheek.

And so, the world turned into a blur along with all the sounds. The taste. The smell. Everything was just gone. You paused trying to hold back the strange feelings rumbling inside of you but you couldn’t. Another tear traced down your cheek, and just like that, the floodgates opened. So many tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down your face. Your chin trembled as if you were a small child. You breathed heavier than you ever had before.

You heard the door creak open, the sound of footsteps coming to halt.

“Oh shit,” you heard a panicked voice curse from the doorway.

Your heart missed a beat.

“Sorry, the door was unlocked…” his voice trailed off the moment his eyes landed on you.

Through the mirror in front of you, you saw him.

“I-I was j-just leaving.”

Immediately, your hand flew to your face, wiping away your tears. You quickly removed the strands of hair sticking to the side of your face. You didn’t wait for a response as you tried to leave the washroom – you were beyond mortified.

You felt a hand firmly grasp your arm, halting you from moving any further. a soft whimper left your mouth as you desperately tried to wriggle out of his grasp. you tried your hardest not to look at him. you didn’t know what would happen if you did.

Jungkook,” you choked out as you wilted under the heat of his stare. Your eyes trailed up to meet his. The two of you were standing in the washroom, staring at each other. Your stomach filled with a sense of fear and excitement. Time seemed to stop as those eyes met your own.

His touch was as gentle as silence but was still firm, unwilling to let go of you. You brought your head down to look at his chest instead.

“Jungkook, l-let go of me,” you repeated, your voice came out as a whimper. The familiar scent of his cologne infiltrated your nose and invaded your senses. You needed to get out. Now.

When Jungkook spoke, his voice trailed slowly, like his words were unwilling to take flight. There was a sadness in his eyes, the brown too glossy – similar to when you two were on the rooftop a few months ago.  

“Y/N,” Jungkook paused, it was the first time in months you had heard his voice say your name. “I-I’m sorry,” his voice was as light as a whisper but heavy with emotion.  

You tilted your head to look at him. Your eyes landed on his jaw and trailed up his cheeks to meet his eyes. His eyes were heavy with unshed tears.

“For what?” you felt your stomach as it clenched and unclenched, You were worried that the petals would come straight back up.

“For everything,” his voice cracked, “I’m so fucking sorry.”

Just like that, your brain powered down, unable to process what was happening. A thousand different thoughts raced through your mind as you tried to focus on what was in front of you.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said,” he let out a tiny exhalation, as though saying the words gave him relief. “I’m sorry I left you like that, for what I said to you,” he took in a breath, “ever since that night, I’ve physically felt your absence.” His voice got softer, “missing you is the hardest part of my day.”

You couldn’t speak, it felt like you were swimming through a fog.

“Then why did you leave?” the back of your eyes burned with tears.

“I—I, I was confused. I didn’t understand what I was doing,” he shook his head.

Confused?” you pressed. A swinging, seasick feeling took over your head, “you were my best friend.”

“I know,” again he looked troubled, as though trying to recall the meaning of the words. “I–,” he opened his mouth to apologize again when you stopped him.

“Don’t,” you couldn’t stop your voice from rising. The anger was vibrating, ripping through you like a live current. “Don’t say it because I know you don’t mean it,” your vision got blurry. “I loved you. You were my one thing. My—,” the sickness surged up and you took a step forward, clenching your fists, blinded with rage. “Why did you have to take the one thing that made me happy? Why did you take it? Why do you always take everything?” you felt hot tears rolling down your face. “Did you even miss me?”

Jungkook’s mouth opened, but for a reason unknown to you, he closed it. You waited for an answer, but you were met with silence.

You scoffed, “I knew it.”

“Y/N –,” his eyes flashed with guilt.

You wriggled yourself out of his grasp and pulled yourself away from him. “Why do I even waste my time,” you said under your breath as you tried to push past him once again.

“No,Y/N!” Jungkook grabbed you by your shoulders, “I missed you every single hour. And you know what the worst part was? It caught me completely by surprise. I’d catch myself walking around to find you, not for any reason, just out of habit, because I’d seen something that I wanted to tell you about or because I wanted to hear your voice. And then I’d realize that you weren’t there anymore, and every time, every single time, it was like having the wind knocked out of me,” his voice was strained by the time he finished talking.    

You saw how he was staring at you. You couldn’t bear to see the way he was looking at you. His eyes bore into yours and became glazed with a glossy layer of tears. As he blinked, they dripped from his eyelids and slid down his cheeks. Jungkook bit his lip tightly in an attempt to hide any sound that wanted to escape from his mouth – your heart sank. You swallowed hard and looked away, hating the weakness of your spirit. You were more than this. You were stronger than this. But damn it, this hurt.

It hurt because he was the man responsible for making you burn. For making you feel like a woman. It hurt because it had been a trick. An illusion. And it hurt most of all because he did not see you the way you saw him.

“Y/N, please. Just listen to me,” Jungkook pled, “Don’t walk away from me,” tears had poured from his eyes. It was from pure pain and surrender.

Your eyes enthralled on him. His eyes were like crisp toffee drizzled in melted chocolate and framed with darling lashes. A blade nose and burrowed cheekbones, his appearance only to die for. You couldn’t help to notice leathery black strands flopping over his face which to your distaste was veiling some of his enticing features. So perfect, yet so frustrating that you could bear no social contact with that sensuous man. Damnit.

Jungkook did not belong to you, he belonged to your sister – Hyojin. She loved him, and you loved your sister. But you also loved Jungkook. You couldn’t break your sister’s heart, even if it meant breaking yours

“I’m good at walking away. Rejection teaches you how to reject,” you couldn’t bear to look him in the eyes as you said it. You immediately regretted your words as soon as you thought of them, but you had no other choice.

You felt his hands drop from your shoulders in shock. Without sparing him another glance, you raced out of the room.

Your muffled sobs went unheard as you entered the living room. Immediately, you were hit with a suffocating wave of humidity. The air stunk with sweat and alcohol. Music blasted from the speakers and bounced off the walls of the house at a deafening volume. You could hear everyone screaming with joy and could feel their feet disturbing the ground around you. Without looking, their smiles extended towards you, attempting to rope you into one of their conversations. You saw people dancing – their bodies moved together as they celebrated, rhythmically breaking into shapes and colors that you were resentful of. You saw your sister, Hyojin, catch your gaze and attempted to pull you towards her group of friends. You simply looked away and headed towards the kitchen.

The kitchen was closed off and separated from the living room to which you were immensely grateful for. Along with you, there were a couple of people in a circle off to the side of the room, happily chatting amongst their selves.  You walked to the counter and spotted a jug full of what you assumed to be water and poured some for yourself. You were never a fan of parties, especially not your sister’s and his first anniversary.  

“I wouldn’t drink that if I were you,” you heard a light voice come from behind you.

Scared, you dropped the cup and splashed the contents of your beverage all over the kitchen counter and onto your dress.

Shit, you swore under your breath as you vigorously tried to rub off the liquid from your clothes. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a man step toward you. His hand was stretched out to stop yours from moving. You turned to look at the man that caused you to ruin your dress and for a moment, you stopped breathing.

His hair was black as the wintry night; eyes as deeply dark as were the desert skies. His beauty was as fervent as a fiery moon.

“Oh, did I scare you?” you heard him say with a small smile. “Ah, don’t worry about your dress. Vodka doesn’t stain.”

“V-vodka?”

He nodded. The man offered you a comforting smile as he leaned against the wall. “Mostly vodka, there’s a whole lot of other shit in there.”

You laughed and immediately regretted it as you felt your head begin to hurt. You pressed your hand against your temple, feeling it pound under your fingertips.

“Normally people get head splitting migraines after they get drunk,” he playfully teased you. You lightly hit his arm.

“Do you want some water?” he asked you. You nodded your head before you clutched your eyes together. The pain was getting worse.

He walked to the back of the kitchen, bringing back a bottle for you. “Here,” he gave you a plastic water bottle. Grateful, you muttered a rushed thank you and immediately gulped down the clear liquid. You hadn’t realized how parched your throat was until that moment.

“Whoa there, slow down. You’re going to ch—“

You coughed out some water as you choked on it. A warm hand patted your back as you gripped onto the edge of the sink in front of you.

“Today just isn’t my day,” you awkwardly laughed.

You turned around to face the man once again. His eyes were as dark as ebony, looking straight at you with a hint of curiosity. He reminded you of the night – he was as fair as a star when only one was shining in the sky.

His eyes smiled as he stretched out his hand towards your own, “Min Yoongi.” You were slightly taken aback at the sudden introduction, but slowly, you returned the handshake, feeling his soft hands carefully grasp your own and shake it. You told him your name and you heard him hum in acknowledgment.

The man’s eyes slowly crinkled at the corners, his lips twisting from the side. His eyes formed into small crescents, similar to Jungkook – the ones you fell in love with.

Your chest began to constrict and you felt yourself about to cough at the mere thought of Jungkook. Hastily, you reached for the water bottle again and drank from it, trying to suppress your urge to throw up right there and then. You looked back to see a concerned expression on the man’s face.

You offered him a sheepish smile, “I’m sorry you had to witness all of that. I’m normally not like this. On regular nights, I can drink water without choking on it,”

He kept looking at you, his face grew serious, “what makes tonight any different?”

A moment of silence passed between the two of you before you made any motion to respond. You mentally debated if you should tell him about Jungkook. You hadn’t talked - couldn’t talk to anyone about this particular matter and Yoongi looked genuinely interested in what you had to say. You heaved a sigh and turned to look at him. “Tonight, I lost my best friend because I was stupid enough to fall in love with him,” the reality of the situation hit you after you admitted it out loud.

Yoongi made no comment. Instead, he leaned in, resting his arm on the counter top. His eyes flashed with concern as he waited for you to continue.

With an intake of breath, you poured your heart out to a complete stranger.

“For months now, a - a stone has been sitting on my heart. I’ve shed a lot of tears over him, lost a lot of sleep, and eaten a lot of cake batter. But now, after tonight, I have to move on. Life is going to be hell if I don’t shake loose from the grip he has on my heart. Even if he feels like the one. Even if I’ve always thought we’d end up together. Even if he still has a choke chain on my heart. But I can’t,” you looked at him, “Yoongi, I can’t shake him loose from the grip he has on me. I miss the smell of him. I miss his lips and his strong arms. I miss him.”

His eyes showed you the kind of gentle concern your mother used to show you. He laid his hand lightly on your shoulder, and instead of flinching like you thought you would, you were soothed by it. He left his hand there and spoke with such a soft voice you felt his words calming you more by the way they were said than the actual words. It felt as if you were wrapped in a blanket of his caring.

“I don’t think anyone can give you advice when you’ve got a broken heart. But, think of it this way: you can’t have heartbreak without love,“ he pointed out. “If your heart was really broken, then at least you know you really loved him.”

You took a minute to let his words sink in. Yoongi kept his hand on your shoulder, now sliding down to hold your arm, squeezing it slightly. You couldn’t help but ask him a question that’s been eating at you ever since you were left alone on the rooftop.

“Do people always fall in love with things they can’t have?’

“Always,” he said. You could see the silver of pain hidden deep inside his starry eyes.

Why?

He looked at you intently, from what seemed behind the veil of a grave experience. Then slowly, he said something that sent chills down your spine.

Y/N, the heart was made to be broken.”

Scent

Written for @waywardjoy ‘s Love the Ships Challenge!

Prompt: “What’s that smell?” “Me.”

Pairing: Wincest

Word Count: 2100

Warning: smut, possibly Sam topping from the bottom, dirty talk

A/N: This was such a fun challenge! Thanks for hosting it! XOXO


Dean comes in late, so late that Sam almost considers pretending to be asleep. But they never really sleep anyway, and he’s not some worried boyfriend trying to play it cool, so he just sits up when the motel door finally opens.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” Dean whispers. He seems caught off guard, but he’s walking perfectly straight and not slurring his words, so Sam knows he’s sober.

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anonymous asked:

Hey so since dandelions are springing up everywhere I was wondering if is any magical way I could use em

Eat them! Drink them in tea! Don’t pick the flowers right away because they are great for bees!

I don’t have my correspondence book with me so I am doing this from the top of my head, so I may miss a few things. You can google “Dandelion magical correspondence” for probably a lot more thorough information. I just love dandelions, they are so useful. And great to have around other plants as well too!

Anyway, I am totally serious about eating them! The whole plant is edible! The leaves are great in salads, and are PACKED with Vitamin A and Vitamin K! If I remember correctly 1 cup of fresh dandelion leaves has 110% of your daily intake of Vitamin A, and over 500% daily recommended intake of Vitamin K? The flowers can be made into juice, tea, wine… toss them into your salad with the leaves for color… whatever you fancy! And the roots are the best part! You can make the roots into a substitute for coffee if thats your thing, or dry them out for tea! Did I mention how healthy they are for you? Yea?! Well.. they are also SUPER good for your kidney and liver, as it can help flush them (its a diuretic). Dandelion tea can also help clear skin issues like acne up because its flushing all those toxins and garbage out of your system.

Dandelion is pretty awesome right?!

Don’t worry, I am not done yet.

I mentioned a bit that its great for bees at the beginning, and it is! Its one of the first things that blooms in the spring that attracts bees and other pollinating insects to help the earth! On top of that, dandelions have a long taproot, which helps bring nutrients up to the top soil so that other shallow rooting plants have more nutrients. They help out their neighboring plants, by bringing up more minerals and nitrogen making everything else around them super happy! So don’t yank them up! They are there to help!

As far as correspondences for magical use goes, it can be used for luck and wish spells! You can also drink the leaves & flowers in tea to help increase psychic abilities. Its also good for cleansing and purifying and banishing negativity! Its naturally protective and healing (see how it helps its shallow rooted neighbors?!).

I also want to add: make sure you are looking at a dandelion! There are lot of plants that are very similar to a dandelion, so make sure you are identifying properly, because the others that look like it aren’t always safe to eat! Also if you are on any medications check with your doctor before adding dandelion to your diet as it is a diuretic!

Ok that was a lot of information. I went a little crazy. Dandelions are just cool plants. 

Originally posted by larapaulussen

Forgiven

Pairing: Ivar x Reader
Summary: Reader belongs to Ivar but at night he belongs to her.
Warnings: HOLY SHIT SO NSFW, swearing, submission, praise!kink, explicit
Length: super long!!
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I walked up to the flowering altar, with my hands on my hips, admiring it at first and just the sight of it brought back memories. Ivar and I had been married no more than a few months now, wedded in the same exact spot in the woods.

I smiled, reaching out to touch it and started remembering how handsome he looked, his hair slicked back and resting nicely. His skin aglow from the setting sun, his tunic a strong blue to match his beautiful eyes. Bjorn had helped him find the right angle for his stool while Floki held him up on his back, waiting patiently.

The way my love looked sitting there on his stool when the drums had started, I recalled it clearly, the way he turned his whole body to see me, the sun hitting his face perfectly. How tightly he was holding and then wringing his hands, fidgeting nervously. The stunned smile when he finally saw me for the first time that day, holding an array of foliage in my hands as I made my way towards him.

My smile grew even more when I turned around and saw Ivar was sitting on a well made chair then, brought out special for him so he could watch his older brother be married up close. I walked up to him and smoothed down his hair, tucking it behind one of his ears. He lightly slapped my hand away with a smirk and raked his fingers through it, as if I had messed it up.

I raised an eyebrow, giving him a warning look and instead was about to talk to one of the other Shield-maidens joining the foray, when he caught my wrist and pulled me to sit side-ways in his lap. He cupped my face and kissed me as softly as only Ivar could imagine.

“I would behave myself if I were you, Ivar. You are playing a dangerous game.” I said lowly, nipping at his ear lobe. We were still newlyweds, nothing or no one bothered us. They all knew how in love we were with each other, getting caught fooling around wasn’t that abnormal in the slightest.

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  • Chuuya: Do you ever just stare at someone you fell in love with and then your heart beats faster and slower at the same time? You feel that slight shameful nervousness whenever you think of them. And your face gets embarrassingly flushed whenever you see them, it just makes you want to–
  • Dazai: *appears*
  • Chuuya: –MAKES YOU WANNA MURDER THEM???
— american candy (02)

chapter → 01. / 02. 

pairing : reader x jeon jungkook
themes : smut / drama + angst / high school! au
warning! → graphic sexual content
keywords : dry-humping + oral sex 
word count : 9.0k 
summary : you’re seemingly content basking in the benefits of your newfound friendship with Jungkook — but everybody knows staying in the heat of the sun for too long can leave you burnt.

↳ a/n: everyone who has been waiting for this has the right to punch me in the face for taking this long to update. 9k words RIP. 

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AGGRESSIVELY CUTE AND HAPPY THINGS TIME BECAUSE I NEED THEM WE NEED THEM PREPARE THYSELVES FOR FLUFF

  • Newt makes awful coffees. Awful. They’re either murky peat-water or sentient tar, there is no in between. Graves drinks them without comment because Newt made them.
  • Actually that’s not quite true, Graves drinks them with many comments, particularly when the black mess is somehow defying gravity and climbing out of the mug. Newt occasionally gets flustered and tries to take the mug back but Graves hunches over it protectively because it’s his coffee that his boyfriend made him and he downs the scalding, gravity defying concoction before Newt can take it off him and smirks triumphantly when Newt pouts.
  • When Graves starts floating from whatever the fuck Newt did to his coffee, Newt crosses his arms and tells him off for drinking it in the first place. Graves flails against the ceiling and sticks out his burnt tongue and looks pitiful until Newt sighs and levitates himself up to kiss it better.
  • Kissing it better is going very well indeed until the coffee wears off and Graves stops floating. He clings to Newt for dear life while Newt, the fucker, laughs his head off and takes his sweet time about manoeuvring them to hover over the kitchen table so Graves can get down.
  • “I am not putting my shoes on the table we eat off that thing!”
  • Don’t drop me on the floor the floor is a long way away.
  • Newt finally rolls his eyes and casts a second levitating charm on Graves. It’s one that gives him full control over where Graves is positioned rather than just floating him up to lie on the ceiling, and isn’t that an interesting prospect. He twitches his fingers to bring Graves up to hover beneath him, and again to align them flush against each other. Graves slides one hand behind Newt’s head and slides the other down his front in a way that vanishes his clothes, and this is an excellent progression of events.
  • Five minutes later, Newt is too distracted to hold either levitation spell and Graves is a loudly complaining ball of agony on the kitchen table with an elbow in his ribs, a knee in exactly the worst place for a knee to land, and definitely a broken spine, Newt, he isn’t kidding, it’s fine for some people because they had a nice squishy boyfriend to land on but other people had a bony boyfriend land on them and ow mercy lewis right in the gonads fuck
  • Cue much fussing and application of homemade and not-officially-sanctioned pain poultices made of god knows what ingredients that Newt was taught by a healer in god knows what country but they actually work so that’s ok (though god knows how)
  • The pair of them end up on the sofa, Graves lying sideways with his head on Newt’s lap and Newt stroking lazy circles on Graves’ bare back to “help the healing” while he flips through pages for the latest chapter of his book
  • Graves contributing with grammar and spelling because holy shit, Newt knows his stuff but the things that man does to a comma are illegal
  • As in actually illegal, Graves passed a law about it last week and he’s pretty sure that Tina hasn’t noticed yet to revoke it
  • The pair of them share the sofa with three occamies, curled up on Graves’ chest, a diricawl perched on Newt’s shoulder, Pickett in Graves’ hair trying to make it curl the way Newt’s does (and succeeding what the actual fuck Pickett what arcane magic are you using to do this) and Addie the nundu laid out over Newt’s feet like a large pair of deadly killer slippers.
  • Lazy evenings by the fire in a puppy pile of creatures, Graves rolling over sleepily and burying his face in Newt’s stomach, occamies mewing unhappily as they’re dislodged and burrowing beneath the blanket to resettle themselves, Newt’s soft smile as he looks around him at his family
  • Happy things