from the four corners

Bygones of the Sun | 01 (M)

Originally posted by hobismole

Genre: Angst/fluff/(future)smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au

Pairing: Reader x Hoseok

Length: 10.4k

Summary: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.

01 | 02  

Keep reading

Being A Magical Practitioner:
1. Question everything you are told and read.
2. Hell even question this post. Only YOU can decide what is right and what works for you.
3. What may work for someone else may not work for you. What may work for you may not work for someone else.
4. Your practices are YOUR practices.

1. Ancestral veneration is so important.
2. Communicate with your ancestors daily.
3. They will help and guide you on your journey more than you will ever know.
4. You have several guardian angels and guardian spirits built into your existence, get to know them.
5. There is magic within you. Embrace your own power.
6. Mind your own magic. You don’t have to do what everyone else is doing. You don’t have to explain your practices to anyone else. Do you. 

1. White candles are fantastic for every single purpose.
2. You can print your own labels for glass candles and glue them on plain glass candles.  You will save money this way in the long run.
3. You don’t need every single tool to start off with.
4. Water is life. Water keeps the flow of your magic, filters and is a conduit to you and spirit. Keep clear glasses of water in your home. Change them often.
5. Your altar space doesn’t need to be fancy.
6. You do not need expensive herbs.
7. Mirrors and Magnets are the best tools closest to crystals to magnify and amplify your magic.
8. The bible is a book full of spells and divination.

1. You can get most of the herbs you need from your local super market and dollar store.
2. Salt: Protection or cursing. Various Powdered Peppers: Protection and Cursing. Cinnamon: Money and Lust work. Basil: Money and Luck. Bay Leaves: Protection and Granted Wishes. Rosemary: Protection. Chamomile: Peaceful Home Workings. Cloves: Protection, Love, Control and Bindings. Eucalyptus: Cleansing. Thyme: Purification, Healing.

Floor Washes:
1. Do Floor Washes in odd numbers. One series to remove the negativity and one series to bring in good energy.
2. Curse Killer Floor Wash: Hot Water, Ammonia, Lemon, Salt (optional)
Open Roads Floor Wash: Cold Water, Florida Water, Parsley, Mint Leaves, Coconut Water (Strained of pulp)

Various Cleansings:
1. Cigar or tobacco smoke is a great alternative to sage sticks.
2.  You can cleanse yourself with an egg and a glass of water.
3. You can cleanse yourself with lemons, limes and oranges.
4. When cleansing your home make sure to open your windows and doors.
5. Start from the back of the home towards the front and then to various rooms to confuse the negative energy.
6. A can of beer and salt will cleanse your aura.
7. When you cleanse yourself, make sure to replace what you removed with good energy.

1. You do not need to purchase branded powders from metaphysical shops.
Money/luck powder:  Bank dirt, Shredded currency and corn starch.
Love/Passion powder: Rose petals, Cinnamon and corn starch.
Open Roads powder: Dirt from four corners of a crossroads and corn starch. Add three dimes to bottom of container.
Cursing Powder: Graveyard dirt from criminals grave, black pepper, red pepper, cayenne pepper.
Protection Powder: Church Dirt, Psalm 91 passage from bible, Psalm 23 from the bible grinded into a powder.

1. Do not buy oils from the botanicas and metaphysical shops. Most are made with mineral oil, a synthetic fragrance and colorant. If you want that, Get yourself some baby oil, food coloring and scented fragrance oil of your choosing. I wouldn’t recommend it though.
2. Get yourself some Olive oil, Sunflower oil, Grapeseed oil and Vegetable oil at the supermarket along with some Vitamin E oil for preservative. You can make your own charged oils with herbs and a few glass bottles.
3. My favorite simple oils:
Lust Oil: Sunflower oil base, Vitamin E,  Cinnamon stick, red rose petals, and Vanilla Bean
Money Oil: Grapeseed oil base, Vitamin E, Cinnamon stick, nutmeg, basil and thyme.
Protection Oil: Olive Oil base, Vitamin E, Rosemary, Basil, Eucalyptus
Life Force Oil: For when you need extra power in your magic. Olive oil base, 3 drops of blood.
Blessing Oil: Olive Oil, Vitamin E and Psalm 91 torn from the bible.

1. You do not have to have a deity in your practice.
2. You can practice secular magic. Secular magic is a practice that does not refer to, venerate and otherwise “work with” any deities (or, in some cases, any supernatural beings at all). This is perfectly okay.
3. If working with deity, never promise what you can’t provide.
4. Feed your spirits and deities. This can be with food, alcohol, energy, light, darkness, anything.
5. Know the spirits and deities you are working with.
6. Listen to your intuitive pulls when it concerns your deity.
7. No one can tell you the right or wrong way to worship and work with your deity BUT you should learn their mythos and their base wants, needs and what offends them.

Misc Magic Info:
1. Your magic will not punish you because you can’t practice every single day. We are human, and sometimes life gets the best of us. It is okay.
2. Magic should never ever replace mental and physical health diagnosis and services from healthcare professionals.
3. “Black magic” is a racist term used to demonize the practices of people of color that are seen as “barbaric” or “uncivilized” to Europeans. Therefore “White magic” is considered good and “black magic” is considered bad. Energy is energy. Do not allow anyone to dictate your practice. That racist term is bullshit. Our melanin is magic. Our cultures and our roots are power.
4. You can purchase a Tarot deck from Amazon. You don’t need it gifted to you.
5. ALWAYS have a fire extinguisher in your home.
6. NEVER leave candles unattended in your home.
7. Coffee grounds speed up work.
8. Meditate. Leave the fuckery of the day at the end of the day. You will thank yourself in the long run.
9. Keep info to yourself. Not everyone needs to know what you are doing or all your secrets.
10. Do not bring your shoes into your home.

All His - Part 5 (A Kyungsoo Series)

Genre: Fluff / Future Smut

Characters: You X Kyungsoo

Description: You are hired as an interpreter for a tour in Europe where you join forces with EXO and soon grow closer to one member in particular, Do Kyungsoo.

A/N: sometimes its best not to rush things. This still isnt over. Fixed some of my bad Tex-mex dialect to proper Spanish 😐

All His part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6

The song practice dragged on. Snacks and then meals were brought in by managers and you could hear the improvement in their performance and pronunciation. After a few hours several of members called it a night, opting for sleep over yet another run through of the song. The members had decided to slip it into the acoustic portion of the concert and Chanyeol worked hard perfecting the chords on his guitar.

Eventually Junmyeon kicked everyone out of his room and you lingered close by Minseok and Kyungsoo as they made their way down the corridor. They had been discussing something and your mind wandered a bit as you followed, not close enough to eavesdrop but still very much available should either of them need you.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Can I request The Boys goofing off on the ice? Just some typical college boy rough housing and laughing cuz they have no worries? Thank you!

Chowder stares at the net. Four corners. Four targets. He leans back and forth on his skates, digging himself into a groove he feels comfortable with. He brings his stick up and wipes the ice chips off it from where Holster snow showered him.

“Ready when you are,” he says.

Nursey and Dex both nod, each handling a puck. Ransom holds up the stop watch and takes a breath.

“Go,” he says.

Nursey passes him the first puck and the second it hits his stick, Chowder knows he’s got this. He hits the two lower corners first, and then the two upper corners. Four perfect passes from his fellow frogs, four perfect shots.

As soon as he hits the fourth target, Chowder’s head snaps up to look at Ransom. So do Nursey’s and Dex’s and everyone else, still gathered around to watch.

Ransom’s face doesn’t give anything away, though.

“So?” Dex asks. “Did he break it?”

Ransom skates slowly over to Chowder and holds out the stopwatch for him to look for himself.

“12.6 seconds,” he reads, eyes wide.

His teammates go wild around him, flying in to hug him and slap him on the back. But Chowder’s still blinking. It’s not only a new goalie record, it’s a new school record entirely. Four targets on four shots, all under 13 seconds. This can’t be real. Even Jack had a slower time than him. And Jack is… Jack.

“Really?” he squeaks, currently getting his ribs crushed by Holster’s bear hug.

“The stopwatch doesn’t lie, bro,” Ransom says.

Chowder can’t help the grin that starts to spread across his face. The stopwatch doesn’t lie. He just shattered the school accuracy shooting record.

“I just did that,” he says with a giggle.

I came out of the Majestic Theatre’s stage door one night in 1988, long after the crowds had gone, heading through the long alley on my way to Forty-fifth Street and the cab ride home. Suddenly a woman appeared from round the corner, striding toward me, full sail followed by four young people at the trot. She spoke to them in tones that reeked with resolution: “It’s got to be here somewhere.” (That voice. Where had I heard it before?) She paid no attention to me and strode past. Then she abruptly changed her mind, turned and started back, quickly gaining on me.
“Young man,” she called - her voice resounded along the walls of the alley - “Where’s the stage door to the Golden (Theatre)?”
I turned and looked into Katharine Hepburn’s marvelous face. “Uhhh,” I stammered, mentally grappling for a brilliant phrase to stun her with the force of my personality, “it’s right there.” I pointed the way. (That’s terrific, Crawford: this is a chance meeting she’ll never forget!)
“Right,” she said. “Thank you.” She brushed past me, and she quickly disappeared down the alley with her guests in tow. Only in New York, I thought. Where else would you meet Katharine Hepburn in a dark alley!
A week later she came to see The Phantom of the Opera and visited my dressing room afterward. It was clear that she’d been crying. “You!” she drawled in that crisp metallic voice of hers. “I have never seen anything like that in my life! And I’m going to bring people back ah-gain, and ah-gain and AH-GAIN!”
“Thank you,” I said, “and I give good directions, too.”
She raised a perplexed eyebrow, smiled a polite - if puzzled - smile, and left. But she is a very generous woman, and she forgave my bit of brash humor. She kept her word as well and returned on many occasions with members of her family. She was reportedly seen in the orchestra, crying happily every time.
—  Michael Crawford, from the book Broadway Day and Night
Drunken Mistakes

Summary: Dean gets mad at reader one night when he has had too much to drink

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 6,044 (this one ran away from me a little)

Warnings: mentions of cheating, physical fight, implication of smut? or soft smut (idk what to call it)

A/N: Okay so this is my entry for ‘Michelle’s 2K follower challange’. Congrats @luci-in-trenchcoats​ on 2k and I hope you like this. Quote I got “Your problem is that nobody hates you more than you do”. I hope you guys like this, first time writing in this ‘x reader’ style so feedback would be much loved

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

This Denver site has a few more details & info from Taylor's testimony/trial you made be interested in: westword(.)com/music/taylor-swift-says-david-mueller-grabbed-my-bare-ass-9354956 & westword(.)com/music/bad-blood-five-outtakes-from-the-first-day-of-testimony-at-the-taylor-swift-trial-9347694

here are some excerpts of things i hadnt necessarily read yet

On the stand, Swift exhibited poise as she reiterated, sometimes bitingly, that Mueller “grabbed my bare ass.” Sporting her signature red lip, the singer wore a navy floral dress with a V-neck, black chunky heels and a silver charm or pendant necklace, and she had her hair pulled back in a bun, face framed by bangs.  […]

Asked if she remembered the people she’d posed with before Mueller and his then-girlfriend, Shannon Melchor: “I know that none of them grabbed my ass under my skirt.”

“I didn’t dislike them,” Swift says of meeting the couple before taking a photo. She says Mueller was loud and Melchor laughing; she judged that they’d been drinking.

“I have experienced every single degree of an awkward first encounter…this was not jostling. We were not diving into the picture. We were perfectly in position.” She continued, “He did not touch my rib. He did not touch my arm…he grabbed my bare ass.” Later, she said, gesturing, “This wasn’t an action shot.”

In a moment that recalled her hit song, “Blank Space,” Swift responded to Mueller’s description of her as “cold” as “a new one,” adding, “I have an uncanny ability to elicit new kinds of criticism as time goes by.”

“You’re interpreting my answer the wrong way,” Swift said clearly when Mueller’s attorney, Gabriel McFarland, had her read aloud deposition testimony where she said she “didn’t remember” if there had been incidental touching. She explained she meant that to her recollection, there had been no incidental touching other than the butt grab. The judge made McFarland move on. […]

“I didn’t need a picture. I could have picked him out of a line of a thousand,” Swift stated when McFarland questioned her about how she identified Mueller. “I know exactly who did this. This is not alleged.“

2nd article

The courtroom layout:
Swift, her mother and Bell were seated at a table in the center of the room, across from the jury box (six women and two men), while Mueller spoke from a corner of the room near the judge’s bench. Four rows of seating were available for the public, Swift’s entourage (including publicist Tree Paine), the media and members of the public (more on that later).

The fashion plate:
Swift looked demure, wearing a long-sleeved black shirtdress with plaid trim, sheer black tights, needle-thin heels and red lip. Her only visible jewelry was a silver ring, and she had swept her hair (back to dirty blond, not the bleached platinum it was earlier this year) into a low bun.

I’m Fine

Pairing: Seth X Reader

Summary: You aren’t feeling like yourself, you attempt to talk to Seth, but he acts like a jerk. So when you show up at the arena for RAW, he wants to speak with you.

Warnings: Swearing, sadness???

Word Count: 1000+

Originally posted by the-architect-rollins

You watched Seth from your car window. He was laughing, joking and smiling. While you were grunting, frowning and crying. 

You tucked some hair behind your ear as you slid out of your car and grab your backpack from the front seat. 

You grab your suitcase from the trunk quickly. ‘Just get out of here fast! You think to yourself.

Seth’s eyes flickered up to you as you moved across the parking lot. You heard him yell your name, but you kept moving, trying to make it to the doors before he caught up. “Y/N! Wait up!” You moved faster.

You slipped through the doors and hurried down the hall to the locker room. You didn’t want to talk to him right now. You didn’t want him to see you this way. 

You got into the dressing room and a few other women raised a brow in questioning. “You okay?” “ You seem shaken up…” You force a smile and nod. “Fine.” Your voice betrays you. 

You clear your throat and unscrew your water bottle, in hopes you can pass the raspiness of as you just needed a drink.  They all look at you funny before going back to what they were doing.

You set your suitcase on the bench and take your coat off, hanging it up inside your cubbyhole. Knocking comes to the door and Sasha gets up. 

You hear the squeak of the door opening and closing. You don’t bother to look up as you hear Seth’s voice coming from outside and Sasha hushing him.

You pull your ring gear out along with your staff jacket. “Are you sure you’re okay?” You looked up and meet eyes with Bayley. You nod your head. “Yeah. Fine. Why?” She shrugs. 

“Seth is like chasing after you…Normally that means something’s up with you.” Was it always obvious when you fell into this kinda state? You ran a hand through your hair. 

“I said I’m fine. Seth just needs to mind his own business.” Since that’s what he wanted right? Not for you to come to him. Your mind fell back to your phone call the other night.

“Hey, Seth…You got a minute so we can talk?” You could hear him sigh on the other end. You tried to compose yourself the best you could before getting on the phone with him. 

You knew Seth always had a hard time dealing with you when you were a babbling, crying mess. “I got like five minutes before I need to head out. What’s going on?” 

You tried to explain that nothing was wrong, that your life was good,  but at the same time, you had an overwhelming need to cry.

He was confused and asked if you went to a doctor. You had but you still hadn’t felt the slightest bit better. 

“I don’t know what you want me to do? I’m not there, okay! I’m half across the country getting ready to leave for the airport! I don’t have the time to deal with this! To deal with your new problem! Don’t you have a friend out there you can go to? Call your parents! I have to go. Goodbye.”

 The line had went died. You stared at the phone for a long moment, tears in your eyes.

You sit in the cafeteria, a bottle of water in your hand, your phone in the other. You glance up when you hear the familiar laugh. Seth was sitting by Dean and Roman, all of them smiling. 

You shift in your seat, hoping he doesn’t notice that you’re in here. You take you headphones out of your pocket and put them in. 

You listen to your music in hopes of taking your mind off Seth. Off your own problems. You turn the music up loudly, so loud that when Seth takes a seat beside you, not only can not hear him, but he can hear your music.

You flinch when he lays a hand on your arm. You look over at him and freeze. He titles his head and singles or you to take your earbud out. You reach up and slowly take it out, eyes looking everywhere but at him. 


“How are you?” You look at him now. “Fine.” Seth clenches his jaw. “You should get the tattooed on your forehead. Since that seems to be the only thing you can say to anyone regarding how you’re feeling.”

You scoff. “What are doing following me around and talking to anyone I had spoken to?” Seth shakes his head.

 “Sasha and Bayley told me how you were in the locker room. How distant you were…All I’m saying is that you should say more then ‘I’m fine’ if you want to make people believe you.”

“What do you want me to say? That’s I’m great, good, fantastic? That I’m living the life of everyone’s dreams? With a fulfilling love life and completely emotionally stable!? Is that what I should be telling everyone?!” 

You stood up and a few coworkers turned towards you.

 “Or maybe that I have everything under control! That my emotions aren’t off the walls! That I haven’t cried myself to sleep for the past four nights! That my suppose to be best friend didn’t hang up on me after telling me he didn’t want to deal with my new problem! As if all he’s ever done is deal with my problems!”

Your breathing was uneven and Seth was staring at you as was most of the cafeteria. “Fuck you.” You walked quickly out of there, hands clenched at your side.

You walked to your car, suitcase dragging behind you, backpack hanging from one shoulder. You unlocked the car and tossed your belonging in the truck. You move towards the driver’s side and stop when you see Seth leaning against the door.

 “Hey…” He says. “Can you move. I want to leave.” He doesn’t. “Let me have the keys. I’ll drive.” “Get out of the way.” Seth folds his arms. “Let me drive. You can tell me everything and I’ll listen.”

“So now you want to listen to me? After I make a fucking scene? Fuck off, Seth and get out of my way.” 

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen before. I was a bad friend. I’ll admit that. Just allow me to fix it.” You looked at him, watching as his face was almost childlike. “Please?” You shook your head.

 “I’m driving. So get out of the way.” Seth pushed himself off the car, grabbed his bags and walked to the trunk.

The first few minutes of the car ride were silent. “So it’s a four-hour car ride, right?” You nodded your head, glancing at him from the corner of your eyes. “Good. Then I have four hours to make up for being an asshole.”

Happy Unbirthday. Here, have some fic.

Chances are high you’ve never heard of me. I retired from fandom over five years ago … but I found your stories and greatly enjoyed them. You inspired me to write, so this belongs to you–whether you like it or hate it. Thank you for reminding me why I love writing.


Shiranui Genma stood in the Hokage’s office, chewing on a poisoned senbon. He almost spat it at the Hokage as the final words left his mouth. “Leave immediately, Shiranui.” Sarutobi Hiruzen gestured to whatever disposable chuunin was his lap dog assistant for the day. The kid offered Genma a scroll. “No,” Genma said. He kept both hands tucked in his pants’ pockets, so he wouldn’t assassinate the Hokage for what he was attempting. The other jounin in the room, all awaiting their own mission assignments, turned their attention to Genma sharply. The majority appeared beyond incredulous, or narrowed their eyes at him as if he were a traitor and they were plotting his execution. A few, though, rapidly turned their attention to exits and obstacles; he knew they were calculating who to kill first if they had to fight their way out of the room. The Hokage’s office had seals on it that prevented teleportation jutsu of any kind. A cloud of smoke escaped Sarutobi’s pipe. “Your mission, Shiranui.” He withdrew the pipe from his mouth and gestured toward the scroll the chuunin held out. Genma didn’t take the scroll. He stood his ground. “No.” Nothing in the world could compel him to leave the village now. “I’m unavailable for missions for the next four days,” Genma drawled. He rolled the senbon from one corner of his mouth to the other. The chuunin shook, glancing between Genma and the Third Hokage. He lowered the scroll; Genma smirked. “What the hell is going on?” a jounin Genma had never worked with asked. “Treason,” another muttered. Sarutobi frowned. If it was meant to convince Genma to change his mind, or be a chiding correction, he didn’t care. Genma would die before abandoning his duty. He knew his sworn vows; he knew his families’ oaths and covenants; he would not betray them.  Genma wasn’t Konoha. “Why?” Sarutobi asked. If the Hokage really didn’t know … then Genma’s opinion of him, as well as Genma’s compatriots’ opinions of him, would only sink lower. He was a poor, pathetic man–clinging to power after Namikaze Minato-sama’s death.  “Kakashi is out of the village on a mission,” Genma drawled. Sarutobi blinked. “I know.” “Why does my eternal rival’s absence mean you can’t take on the Hokage’s youthful mission, Genma?” Maito Gai asked with great enthusiasm. Genma bit the senbon hard. He didn’t want to have to fight Gai, not seriously. But if Gai left him no choice, Genma would do it. It would hurt … but Genma was a shinobi. He couldn’t remember life without pain. “Uzumaki-dono is to be guarded by a Hatake or Shiranui at all times,” Namiashi Raidou stated, from where he stood at Genma’s back. “It’s the law.” Raidou’s voice was bitter, as all the Uzushio survivors were, at the loss of Kushina-hime and the last Namikaze, as Naruto bore his mother’s name due to its prestige. The second born child would have carried the Namikaze name … but now it was just one more thing of Uzushiogakure that was dead. It didn’t matter which Uchiha in particular had been responsible for ripping the Kyuubi from Kushina-hime. The Uzushio survivors would bide their time and see all of them dead for it. It would be a massacre so bloody that no one would ever, ever forget it. Ninja had long memories. “Truthfully, Uzumaki-dono should be guarded by both a Hatake and a Shiranui at all times,” Genma clarified.  Genma wondered if the Hokage would even notice he was a shadow clone. He would never leave Naruto alone, not even with a shadow clone of Hatake Kakashi. Kakashi hadn’t sent a shadow clone on this mission, as he normally did, because two Uzushio genin could not be trusted to a Konoha commander. Once Naruto was old enough, once the Uzushio survivors had more time to grow and recover, they were leaving for Uzushiogakure. And there would be an Uzumaki as Uzukage again. They would rise in might and strength, and the world would tremble before them. And when Uzushio rose again, there would be no treaties. There would be no allies. For Konoha had taught them that allies, that trusting, that letting outsiders in only led to the destruction of all they loved. No Uzushio ninja ever needed to be taught the same lesson twice. Konoha taught them what it was to be stabbed in the back by someone who was smiling that claimed to be a friend as close as family. “Ah, I see,” Sarutobi said. Genma laughed at him on the inside until his guts almost burst from his body. No, no the Hokage didn’t. Because if he did, he wouldn’t be smiling at Genma with fond indulgence. He would be attempting to separate Genma’s head from his shoulders.  Uzushiogakure had proverbs. The two every parent taught their child went like this: “War rages all around you. Its name is Hatake.” And, of course, “Death is your constant companion. Its name is Shiranui.” At seventeen, Genma was the Shiranui Clan Head. He had always lived up to his name. With Kakashi at his side … well, all of the Uzushio survivors and descendents knew what awaited Konoha. “When War and Death unite, desolation follows.”

People will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to avoid facing their own souls. they will practise Indian yoga and all its exercises, observe a strict regimen of diet, learn theosophy by heart, or mechanically repeat mystic texts from the literature of the whole world - all because they cannot get on with themselves and have not the slightest faith that anything useful could ever come out of their own souls. Thus the soul has gradually turned into a Nazareth from which nothing good can come. Therefore let us fetch it from the four corners of the earth - the more far-fetched and bizarre it is the better!
—  Carl Jung
Don't Touch My Ass

Something from a convo @lavitabella87 & I had. Lol. More Ro fluff cause we all need it! 😄 Enjoy!


As I descended the steps that led to Roman’s home gym I could hear and his cousin laughing loudly as well as the sounds emanating from the ping ping ball bouncing between them. Usually, I would leave them be only coming down to bring them anything I thought they may need. Today is different. After the whole step stool situation yesterday, I decided to annoy him as much as he annoys me.

“What’s up lil bit?” Jimmy asked hugging me briefly. I simply shrugged going to stand on the side of the table so I could see the game. “Don’t stop on my watch,” I insisted offering them a smile, “ I just came to watch.”

Jimmy snickered tossing the small ball up in his hand. “You came to see ya man get this work?”

“Something like that, I guess.”

Roman’s infamous duck lips made an appearance followed by him vehemently disagreeing. He playfully ordered Jimmy to serve. Slowly, I stepped close to Roman while they were focused on their game. I honestly didn’t care about their game, revenge wad my only thought.

Just as Roman flicked his wrist to swat the ball with the paddle my hand came down hard on his ass. The hit sounded off like a pop rock. Funny enough, he was able to hit the ball back before calling time and turning to glare at me.

“What are you doin’, doll?”

Feigning innocence as he did just twenty four hours ago, I shrugged wordlessly at him. From the corner of my eye I could see Jimmy laughing and shaking his head. He was used to me being weird with Roman after being exposed to us after the past six years.

“Don’t do it again.”

I knew that tone. It was his dad voice but I don’t know who he was talking to. We don’t have any children and we’re not naked so I’m not listening.

They started their game back up talking shit as the game went on. Roman had won the first, Jimmy had begun to dominate the second. Roman’s gonna hate to lose to his cousin which would be an added bonus for me.

Again I waited until he spiked the ball to touch his ass. Instead of a slap, I helped myself to a handful. His love of free balling had come to bite him in the ass. No pun intended.

“That’s game, Uce! When I win the next game you done,” Jimmy boasted holding his arms up. “Thanks for the assist, lil bit.”

“Bullshit! She’s cheatin’!”

I gasped bringing my hand to my chest to clutch my imaginary pearls. “How dare you say such a thing? I was simply showing my appreciation, Roman!”

“Appreciation my ass, doll.” He shot back still glaring at Jimmy and I. “If you make me lose this next game, I’m gonna sit you on top of the fridge and hide ya step stool.”

“So,” I sung out smiling. “What’re you sayin’?”

“Stop touchin’ my ass.” He ordered followed by him sucking his teeth.

“C'mon and take this ‘L’ so I can get home, Uce. I wanna celebrate my win.”

I loved how I didn’t have to plan anything with Jimmy. He played right along with whatever I did just to annoy Roman.

Needless to say, I didn’t listen to Ro. This time though I held off until they were tied at 4-4 before I struck again. The ball was coming towards him, just before he attempted to hit it I gave him a good ole slap grab. My actions made him miss the ball which many he loss the game and series to his cousin.

“Aaah! You got beat in ya own house! On ya own table!”

Roman didn’t bother to respond, he was too busy sulking about his loss and glaring at us. The smile I had on my face was pure and real. The look on his face let me know that I had successfully annoyed him, I wasn’t going to stop there though.

Foolishly, Roman allowed me to walk behind him up the steps as he walked Jimmy to the front door. The whole walk up the stairs I grabbed and pinched his ass despite him stopping to seat my hands away and glare at me.

“Dammit, doll!” Roman yelled after slamming the door behind Jimmy.

“What’s wrong, babe?”

“Don’t give that innocent shit,” He complained walking around me to the living room.

“You’re mad about losing, huh? It’s okay, you’ll get Jimmy next time.”

A low growl escaped his lips sending a chill through me. Oh, he was big mad. Mission accomplished.

“I told you how I feel about you touchin’ my ass. I also told you not to do it.”

I shrugged at him, “It’s not my fault. You’re advertising it, I’m just being a good consumer.” As I cracked a small smile, Roman couldn’t help but smile too. He was still annoyed, he just couldn’t resist smiling and laughing along with me.

“Annoying midget,” He mumbled turning away from me. I stared at his back until I made up my mind to go after him. Just as he passed the threshold to the kitchen I grabbed his ass with both hands. “That’s it!”

Turning on my heels, I tried to run away from him but he caught me mid stride. My feet were lifted off then ground, my body thrown over his shoulder and varied to the kitchen.

“No, no! Put me down, Roman!” I demanded through my giggles.

Roman stayed true to his word and put me on top of the fridge. He grabbed my stool preparing to leave.

“Get me down, Ro! I’m sorry!”

“Are you gonna do it again?” He asked with his brow raised.

“No, not unless you ask me, babe.”

Seemingly satisfied, he helped me down and wrapped me on a quick hug.

“Love you, doll.”

“Love you, too, Ro.”

I stepped away from the embrace and he went to the fridge. Oh what the hell … one time for the road. I slapped his ass as he bent to look into the fridge and took off running towards our steps. When I got to the top of the stairs, he was coming out of the kitchen.

“Don’t touch my ass!” He yelled as he charged up the staircase for me.


@lavitabella87 @x-fivefoot @roman-reigns-princess @thiickreigns & whomever else this finds!

Originally posted by vaniwin


Pairing: Bilbo x Reader x Thorin

Characters: Bilbo, Thorin Oakenshield, Fíli, Kili, Balin, the Company

Warnings: A Bit of Angst

Word Count: 1, 612

Note: I hope the person that requested likes the one-shot.

Dunno if u r in the mood for a request but I will try my luck: How about this the reader-who’s a dwarf and elf hybrid- says goodbye to bilbo after the bofta and thorin watches her kiss bilbo a goodbye kiss, the reader had a thing for thorin but she knows she has no chance with him so when she met bilbo she fell for him and biblo is gone and she is upset because she’s confused of her feelings and fili and kili thinks she’s upset because she misses the blue mountain

Your name: submit What is this?

As hard as it still had been for me to believe, it had happened. 

Erebor had been reclaimed and restored to its peaceful glory, after the very long months that had passed by, journeying across Arda on a dangerous quest. Now, Erebor was to be rebuild and Thorin was to be crowned as King Under the Mountain. Without any further doubt, there would surely be a marvellous, grand feast that not a kingdom from across the four corners of Arda could have fathomed to organize. 

Though, everyone knew that this grand feast wouldn’t be arranged till many days later, as we all had felt deeply exhausted in body and soul. 

Upon the aftermath of the horrific battle cries of orcs that collided with the roars and shouts of dwarven soldiers, amongst other races - everything had grown silent and still. So still was the atmosphere that if a light feather would happen to fall, it would be heard. And should there be the beating of a bird’s wings - that would have been the only breeze. It was still, utterly still.

I gazed out the balcony of an abandoned chamber that had once belonged to a Durin ancestor of Thorin. There, I squint my eyes as the blinding sun, like a bashful youth who had been kissed for the first time, glowed with its final rays, flecked in gold. I rest my arms upon the railing of the balcony and begin to contemplate the sudden, unexpected paths I had taken in life.

Keep reading

Sleepless (M)

Originally posted by kunpimuak

Characters:  Bambam (GOT7) x Kim Yugyeom (GOT7)

Genre:  Smut

A/N:  Hi it’s me again!  Another random drabble (?) that popped in my head in the middle of the night.  Please take note that this is pure boy x boy smut so if this ain’t your thing please don’t proceed :)

Hi bestie @wearkpop​  Goodnight! :-*

Keep reading


(Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14 Part 15)

You feel your back plod into the fridge as Tom’s lips thrust upon yours. You bring your hands up and clutch the fabric of his shirt, and it was then you felt his hands rip down to your hips and pull you close to him.

Your chest was panting into his as his lips trailed down to your neck.

He sinks his teeth into your skin as your eyes roll into the back of your head, and he wraps his hands around and clutches down into the meat of your ass before he hoists you into the air.

“Come with me,” he rumbles into your ear.

He strides over into the living room and bypasses it for the guest room. You hear the door open before you emerge into the darkened room, and it is then that Tom tosses you onto the bed before turning around and throwing the door shut.

It was completely dark, and your body hummed in anticipation for what was to come.

“Get undressed,” you hear Tom’s voice ricochet from the darkness.

Without a sound, you stand up and remove yourself from your clothes. They drop to the floor, piece by piece, and just as you go to sit back down onto the bed, his voice reverberates from a corner.

A corner he wasn’t standing in before.

“All fours, on the bed,” he says lowly.

He was stalking you…

…like prey.

You climb onto the bed and stay on your hands and knees. You face the top of your head towards the headboard, and you jut your ass out into the darkness.

You hear Tom rummaging around in something before the sounds stop and you swallow thickly before something begins bouncing against your lips.

“Open wide,” he coos.

You feel something round being placed into your mouth, and as Tom latches it behind your head, you bite down onto the foreign object and hear it squeak.

Then, Tom leans down into your ear.

“If you want me to stop, bite down on it. Squeeze it twice if you understand what I’m saying.”

And you bite down onto the ball gag twice just before he kisses your ear.

“Good girl,” he hums.

It was then you feel him smooth his hand down your right arm just before he reaches out. You hear a chain rattle, and then something wraps around your wrist.

You shake as Tom runs his hand down your other arm, latching your wrist with the same type of material as your right one.

Out of curiosity, you pull, and you realize you cannot move your arms, save for forward.

His hand slowly runs down your back, causing you to shiver underneath his fingertips, and you could feel the smirk radiating off his face.

“You are so beautiful,” he says lowly.

It was then you feel the bed descend sharply before a rattling above you occurs. You try to move your head to see, but you are met with a resounding smack to your ass.

“Don’t make me blindfold you,” he scolds.

But oh, how you wanted him to.

You hear chains begin to rattle once again before Tom slips something cool and soft underneath you, and when he latches something at your side, he pulls as it hoists your knees one inch off the bed.

You couldn’t move, and you couldn’t kick. All you could do was swing, suspended in midair.

What the hell is going on?

Tom stood there for a while, looking at his creation before going over to the room and slowly turning on the light. As the lights slowly raise, bringing the room into more focus, your eyes dart around as you take in all the things upon the wall.

Now you realize why Tom never wanted you cleaning this room.

Flogs and feathers and handcuffs adorned hooks on the walls, and a cross-like contraption with restraints sat in the corner. The walls were hunter green with deep gold trim, and it was then your eyes darted off to the side to reveal on open trunk.

And you saw all of the toys he really did have to play with.

You took in your bound wrists before your head shot up to the ceiling, but just before you could get a good glimpse of what was hoisting you in the air, you heard a vibration turn on.

You whimper as you feel something descend onto your skin as the vibrations lightly ricochet up your spine.

“My my… what a sight,” Tom coos.

You feel the vibration slowly run down the crack of your ass before he stops just at your entrance. He leaves the vibrating toy there and chuckles lowly as he watches you try to squirm away from it.

But your wrists were bound and your hips were hanging in midair, and you couldn’t go anywhere even if you wanted to.

He slowly trailed the vibration to your throbbing clit, and when he began lightly bouncing the toy onto the tip of it, your head rolls forward and a moan escapes from your throat.

“What was that, love?” Tom asks coyly.

And all you could do was moan as he pressed the toy deeper between your folds.

“Such lovely sounds,” he whispers to himself.

But then, the vibration ripped away from you as you whimpered at the loss of contact, and it was then you felt a slap on the back of your thigh.

And it caused you to yelp out into the room.

Smack after smack was delivered to your thighs until you could feel how angry and burning they were, and when you didn’t think you would be able to take enough, you feel Tom’s lips descend on the red and burning skin as he slowly kisses and licks the pain away.

You were audibly panting as Tom’s hands ran slowly up to grasp your ass cheeks.

He slipped his tongue out and ran it up the inside of your thigh, licking up the juices slowly flowing down your skin, and as he approached your glistening core he stopped to admire his handiwork.

He wouldn’t be able to do near the type of things he wanted to do to you.

He wanted to ruin you in every way imaginable.

But, the truth was… you were already ruining him.

He slipped his long, dexterous tongue between your lips and began to lap up his fill, and he felt your legs trembling underneath his large, splayed hands as spit began to drip down your chin. You could feel it dripping off your skin and onto the bed, but you didn’t care. Your muffled moans spurred him on, and when he couldn’t hold himself off any longer, he reared up and kneeled behind you.

And you could have sworn you heard him say, “thank you.”

He grabbed his dick and pressed his rock hard length to your entrance, and just before he went to push himself in, he got an idea.

He reached down and grabbed the vibrating toy and placed it back at your engorged mound just before he sheathed his cock within your body.

You moaned and groaned as your body shook at his mercy, and his hips pounded into yours as he watched your ass jiggle. The vibrating toy shook your legs midair and your hands wrenched, trying desperately to reach back for him, and trails of spit lingered all the way down to the mattress as your hair falls in your face and latches onto the wet trails on your skin.

Your body had never felt so alive…

Muffled “yes”’s and “oh gods”’s and “fuck me”’s dripped from your sopping wet lips as Tom’s hips began to stutter, and just as his dick began to pulsate against your swollen walls, you hook your swollen and sore legs around his thighs so that he cannot move.

And then? He thrusts one last time before you reach your end.

Your body shakes and quivers with your orgasm as you cry out around the ball gag, and his dick pumps you full of his essence as he plants his large hands into your back, trying to steady himself before his legs give way.

He collapses on top of you, the both of you swinging lightly in the air as you heave and pant for breath.

Your vision was fuzzy and your eyes were heavy with exhaustion, and all you

wanted to do was have your wrists released so you could reach around and feel for him.

Any part of him he would let you touch.

After what seemed like hours, Tom leans up and releases the ball gag from behind your head. It drops to the bed with a wet plop before you start sucking trails of spit back up into your mouth, and the smile makes him smile before he presses small, soft kisses into your twitching back muscles.

“Here,” he says lowly.

The swing releases with the flick of a button, and before your body plummets to the bed, Tom catches you with his strong arms and slowly lowers you to the soft, silky sheets underneath you.

But your wrists were still bound, and it made you frustrated.

Tom shifts around to your side and lifts your bound arm, and he wiggles his body underneath yours before he parts his legs and allows your body to slide in between his.

You lift your reddened, spittle-filled face to him and he smiles down upon you before he slowly brushes the hair from your face.

“So beautiful,” he whispers before he watches your eyes slowly droop shut.

“Sleep, my dear, and know that I am here with you,” he says lowly before kissing your forehead.

And you fall asleep cradled into his strong body with a face full of spit, legs full of fire, and your wrists bound to the headboard. 

I said I’d write up a tutorial on how to make these wings. It’ll be terrible So, here goes. XD

Have one or two friends to help you out. It’s easier with more hands.


Thin poster board. (For small wings you will need 3 pieces. For wings like this you will need 6)

Opal cellophane. (two rolls to be safe)

Adhesive glue.


Wire cutters.

Exacto knife. (I recommended using this for cutting out the poster board)

Hot glue gun.

3 Hanger wires (it’s super sturdy)

Pencil, and eraser.



Step one:

Find a reference photo! These wings are meant for a Periwinkle cosplay but since her and Tinkerbell have the same wings we used Tink as a reference.

Step Two:

Since we made our wings super large we had to glue two pieces of poster board together. This is why I said 6 pieces for large wings. Reason why is because of their size just one piece would make it droop. So before drawing the design on you spray one piece with adhesive and put the other piece on top of it. Making it as even as possible.

If you’re making smaller wings just go to step three!

Step Three:

Draw your design on the poster board. We drew ours on from corner to corner (diagonally) If you want smaller wings I recommend drawing it from corner to the the middle of the board.

Step four:

This is the most tedious of all the steps to making wings. Take your exact o knife and start cutting. You cut around the design but make sure to cut half an inch away from the line. You can go back later to make it thinner if you want. Using one poster board will take less time then two since it isn’t as thick.

Make sure there is something underneath the board so you don’t damage your floor.

Step Five: (not necessary but who says no to glitter)

We’re obsessed with glitter. So naturally we coated both sides of the design with white glitter. We used adhesive for this as well.

Step Six: (Smaller wings don’t need this but if you want to add it then go ahead!)

Take your wire hanger and bend it out so it’s the same shape of the wing that will be the closest to your back. Glue the wire down about 7 inches down from the tip of the wing. Most of the support is needed in the middle, and bottom of the wing.

Let some of the wire hang out of the bottom about four inches so you can connect the harness.

Step Seven

Roll out the cellophane to go over the wings. One piece for each side. Spray adhesive to the wing first and then gently place the cellophane over it. I recommend having someone help you with this part because adhesive is a pain when something goes wrong.

Do this for both the big wing, and the smaller one. Make sure the cellophane is over the wing evenly. Pat out any bubbles it may have.

Step Eight:

When both sides have cellophane on it take your iron and make sure it’s on a low setting. You don’t want it to burn or melt the cellophane. Gently go over the wing, and even it out as much as possible. There will be some bubbles, and such but think of it being more realistic.

Step Nine:

Cut off any excessive cellophane but leave some near the veins and by the wire. If it’s to short the cellophane will come apart. We left little less then half an inch.

Step Nine:

Take the adhesive to glue the little wing to the bigger one. You want to make sure you glue it on the inside.

Step Ten:

Use another wire hanger and bend it into a rectangle. Wire hanger is tough to bend so you’re going to have to use your inner strength. Cut off any excess wire with a wire cutter. Cover it with electrical tape so it becomes sturdier.

Step Eleven:

Line up the wing wire with the harness wire at the spot where it’s needed. Take the wing and connect it to the harness. Using electrical tape to keep the two of them together. Cut off an excess wire so it doesn’t dig into the wearers back.

Alas you have fairy wings!! I hope this helps a bit T-T Have fun!

Tip: You may have to cut a slit in the back of your outfit for the wings to slip into. Wearing a bra helps because it goes underneath it.


El texto sigue en Español depues del Ingles

Quetzalcoátl plays the conch trumpet in the four corners of the underworld. In this painting from the Quetzalcoátl cycle, The Plumed Serpent has already descended to the underworld to ask for the bones of the ancestors in the keeping of the Lord of Death to create the new race of men for this, the Fifth Universe. However, Mictlantecuhtli, the Teótl of Death, agrees to give up the bones only on the condition that Quetzalcoátl play a conch trumpet at the four corners of Mictlán. This is a trick, however, for the trumpet has no holes, and can therefore make no sound. Xolotl, the Spirit Animal of Quetzalcoátl, tells him to summon the wasps and worms to enter the shell; the worms dig holes and the wasps beat their wings, causing the trumpet to reverberate. Thereupon Quetzalcoátl and his Nagual traverse the four corners of the underworld, playing the trumpet, and causing all Mictlán to ring with its thunder. You can find this and other paintings from my book as prints in my Etsy store, at this link.

Quetzalcoátl toca la trompeta de caracol en los cuatro rincones del inframundo. En esta pintura del ciclo de Quetzalcoatl, la Serpiente Emplumada ya ha descendido al inframundo para pedir los huesos de los ancestres en el cuidado del Señor de la Muerte para crear la nueva raza de hombres para esto, la Quinta Universo. Sin embargo, Mictlantecuhtli, el Téotl de la Muerte, se compromete a renunciar a los huesos sólo a condición de que Quetzalcóatl juega una trompeta de caracol en las cuatro esquinas de Mictlán. Este es un truco, sin embargo, porque la trompeta no tiene agujeros, y por lo tanto no puede hacer ningún sonido. Xólotl, el Animal Espíritu de Quetzalcoatl, le dice que se convocará a las avispas y gusanos para entrar en la concha; los gusanos cavan agujeros y las avispas baten sus alas, haciendo que la trompeta reverbera. Entonces Quetzalcóatl y su Nagual atraviesan las cuatro esquinas del mundo subterráneo, tocando la trompeta, y causando todo Mictlán a sonar con su trueno.

Too Much At Once

[A/N]: Loosely based off of CrankThatFrank’s YouNow stream a few years ago. The way he stopped his stream and immediately went to Eva’s side has stuck with me for I don’t know how long, but it was something that I’ve looked back on and thought; “That’s love.” I used personal experience to make this as realistic as possible, and I think I did a pretty good job on capturing the feeling and mindset. Feedback is greatly appreciated. Requests are open!

You weren’t sure how it started.

One minute you were laying on your bed, half-studying and half-watching a live stream, and the next you had your arms wrapped around your knees and the world felt like it was closing in.

Friday nights were reserved for your boyfriend’s live streams, where he usually chatted with fans or did something spontaneous, and you usually never missed a stream. You loved listening to him read and answer their outrageous questions, his loud laugh making it seem as if he was right next to you.

Your boyfriend, Matty, was the frontman of a local band that had recently began to collect popularity. Although they had started to gain a bigger following, Matty continued these little live streams because he felt like it prevented him from getting too big of an ego. He wanted the fans to know that no matter how big the band got, he would still remain the same down to earth person he had always been.

So on Fridays, Matty dedicated his evenings to them. It wasn’t a big deal to you at all. You knew how much the fanbase meant to him, and you still had every other day of the week to yourselves. Watching him interact with his fans made you smile, because you knew just how happy they made him. His happiness was your happiness, and that’s all you really cared about.

It wasn’t often you suffered from a panic attack, but when things started to overwhelm you, everything seemed to down spiral. You had been able to multitask studying and watching Matty several times before, but tonight the neighbors appeared to have guests over, and the music was growing annoying. You turned the volume up on your laptop in hopes to drown out the noise upstairs.

“Turn it down, or get some headphones.” Yelled a voice from your door, making you look up. Your roommate stood in the doorway with an equally annoyed look on her face, a towel wrapped around her body.

“I don’t have headphones.” You explained, turning the volume down slightly.

“Then figure something out. You’re not the only one in this building.” She snapped before slamming your door shut.

“No kidding.” You muttered under your breath, resting your forehead on your textbook. Turning your laptop down a bit more, you picked your head up and attempted to focus back on studying, but it was impossibly hard to pay attention to what you were reading with the music above making your head pulse with every beat. “I can’t do this.” You spoke abruptly, closing your book and pushing it away from you. Sitting up, you slid back against your pillows and brought your knees to your chest, resting your forehead against them. Taking a shaky breath, you attempted to block out everything around you, squeezing your eyes shut and focusing on your breathing. It worked for a minute until Matty’s ringing laughter cut the silence and forced you back into reality. Chewing on your lip, you hesitated before grabbing your phone from next to your laptop and unlocking it.

{Matty.} You typed, thumbs hovering over the keyboard. {I know Fridays are your live days but I need you rn.} Sending the message, you watched the screen at the foot of your bed, patiently waiting for him to pick up his phone. After a few minutes, your pounding head was only growing worse and you decided just to call him. Tapping his contact, you brought the phone to your ear and listened to it ring, still watching the screen. Matty’s face flashed with brief confusion as he looked at his phone, asking his viewers to excuse him for a moment.

“Hello?” He answered at last.

“Matty.” You breathed, sliding your legs off the side of the bed and sinking to the floor, pressing your spine against the mattress. “I KnowThatFridaysAreYourLiveDaysButISeriouslyCan'tEvenBreatheRightNowAndINeedYou.” You rushed, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Hold on, slow down.” Matty told you, an edge of concern in his voice. “What do you mean you can’t breathe? Are you alright? What happened? [Y/N] talk to me.”

His concern offered you a bit of comfort, and you managed to take a deep breath before speaking again. “Everything is really overwhelming, my head is pounding, the upstairs neighbors are being loud, my roommate is being a bitch, and I just need to focus, but I can’t and I feel like I’m suffocating..” You told him, waiting for him to tell you to just get over it and stop being dramatic.
“You’re at your flat? Stay there. I’ll be over in five minutes.” He responded, much to your surprise. 

“M-Matty no its f-fine I’ll get over it.” You stammered, gripping your phone tight enough to turn your knuckles white.
“It’s not fine.” He pressed. “I’m coming, just take deep breaths until I get there.” You could hear him shuffling around on the other side of the receiver, most likely looking for his keys that he couldn’t keep track of to save his life.
“I love you.” You mumbled softly, your laptop coming alive with noise as he sat back down at his desk. 

“I love you too.” You heard twice before he hung up. Your phone fell to your lap and you wrapped your arms around your legs, struggling to breathe like he told you to. “I’ve got to run for a bit, but I’ll be back. [Y/N] is having an emergency and I need to help her out. I’ll try and be back in an hour.” Matty’s voice came from your bed. You could hear the worry in his tone, and you cursed yourself for taking him away from his fans. Stupid. Selfish. They had been there for him longer than you had. Who were you to get in between? Pressing your forehead to your knees, you squeezed your eyes shut. “Okay. I’ll tell her. I love you all. See you soon.” Matty signed off, and once again you were left with the pounding music from above.

Your bedroom door opened and closed gently, and a pair of feet shuffled across the floor.

“[Y/N]? Darling where are you?” Matty called softly, walking around to the side of the bed where you sat. You probably looked pathetic, curled up into a ball between the wall and your night table. Matty got onto the floor, crossing his legs in front of you. “Love, I’m right here. It’s me. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” He spoke, holding a hand out to you. “Can you come here please? I want to hold you.”

Picking your head up slowly, you scooted out from the corner and crawled on all fours to him, allowing him to wrap his arms around you. You stayed like that for a moment, just sitting in his lap with your face against his neck, his hand brushing over your hair as he tried to stop your shaking. You wanted to push him away. Being this close to him was only increasing the suffocating feeling. You needed to breathe.

“Can we move to the bed, please? I need to lie down.” You asked as soft as you could manage, and Matty nodded, allowing you to move off of him and clamber onto the mattress.

He sat with his back against the wall and your head in his lap, not saying anything. His hand rubbed over your back slowly, and you closed your eyes. The pounding from above hadn’t ceased, and seemed to only intensify as more voices were added as well as the music. Matty shook his head, saying something about how they needed a better taste in music to try and lighten the mood.

After about ten minutes of sitting with each other, you could tell Matty was trying to nonchalantly check his watch. Sighing, you pushed yourself up and sat against the wall, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Go.” You sighed, staring at your feet in front of you.

“What? Are you feeling better?” He asked, putting a hand gently on your shoulder. You shrugged it off, and he realized you were trying to push him away.

“No, but I can tell you’re anxious to get back.” You sighed, moving a strand of hair out of your face. “It’s fine. They’re more important. I’ll be okay, I guess.”

“Is that what this is about? You think they’re more important than you?” You had to be stupid not to hear the hurt in his voice. You closed your eyes again. Selfish. You were guilt tripping him now.  

No. That’s not what this is about.” You stated firmly, bringing your knees to your chest again. “I’m sorry for making you stop your live. I know how much they mean to you, and I know Friday’s are supposed to be reserved for doing your thing, and I feel so pathetic for dragging you away from them because of my stupid issues.” Tears spilled onto your cheeks and you wiped them away with you palm, not wanting Matty to see you cry over this.

You felt a strong pair of arms pull you into a hug, and you miserably buried your face in his chest.

“My fans mean a lot to me, of course they do, but you come first. If they mattered more, do you think I’d be over here right now?” He asked, resting his chin on your head. “Do you think I’d have answered your call? I know you’d never call me unless something was wrong. As soon as I looked at my phone, I knew you needed me.”

You were openly crying now, apologizing for having thought otherwise. Apologizing for being selfish. Apologizing for being you.

Matty only brought you tighter into his arms, shushing you softly. “You don’t have a damn thing to be sorry for.” He told you. “It’s what I’m here for. Through both the good, and the bad, and I’m not going to leave your side.”

You had managed to stop crying, and gave a halfhearted sniffle at his words. “You promise?” holding up your hand, you stuck out your pinkie. He interlocked his with yours, a soft smile on his lips.

“I promise.”

After telling Matty that you indeed still needed to study, he attempted to come up with a solution for what to do about your noisy neighbors.

“Why don’t you just come to my place?” He suggested, grabbing one of your fluffy pillows and lobbing it at the ceiling. You caught it when it fell back to the bed, tossing it at him.

“Because I actually need to study.” You replied, narrowing your eyes at your easily predictable boyfriend.

Matty only rolled his eyes and placed the pillow along with the others. “I’ll be quiet. Come on.” He held out his hand, and after a moment, you accepted his offer.

Grabbing your bag from off the floor, you tossed the contents onto your bed and replaced them with a change of clothes and your toothbrush. Matty tucked your textbook under his arm and held the door open for you, a warm smile on his lips.

“Playboy. That’s a magazine, right?” Matty’s high pitched laughter bounced off the walls of his small bedroom. He sat at the same desk he did a lot of his writing, illuminated by a ring light that seemed to accent his sharp features. “Alright, how about that. She had a face straight out of a Playboy.” He shook his head. 

You laid on his bed with your textbook in front of you, a grin on your lips when he caught your attention. He was right, getting away from the noise of your neighbors eliminated your anxiety, and you could properly focus on studying. You were of course paying attention more to Matty than anything, his voice keeping your gravity centered.

Resting your chin in your hand, you took a break from your book to watch him, his animated facial expressions and reactions to each comment he received was entertaining to watch, and how could you miss the fact that he checked on you every once in awhile to make sure you were still doing alright. 

Matty’s concern for your well being made you feel guilty for ever doubting him, but your mind tended to overthink during a panic attack. You were just glad to have him by your side.

There wasn’t anyone better.

Tonight, You Belong to Me : Iwaizumi Hajime

Anon: Oooh how about a royalty au! Where reader is going to have to marry oikawa in an arranged marriage but she’s in love with her body guard Iwaizumi!!! And the night before the marriage she cries to iwaizumi to make her his just for the night


I want to start writing AU’s more frequently, so I might put up a poll for which AU I should write about first; what do you think? Let me know!

Female pronouns used!

Y/N smoothed down the front of her dress, frowning as she waited outside the banquet hall. She paused before she lifted her gloved hands to twist the seam from her wrist and fiddle with the rings on her fingers, only one left bare.

“I don’t like this,” She said quietly and Iwaizumi looked to her.

“Why not?” He asked, shuffling from his formal stance. “You should be happy, becoming queen.”

She scowled at the mahogany door in front of her and clenched her hands into fists. “I won’t become queen,” she hissed darkly, glaring furiously at the ornate gold door handle. “I will become a wife. I just don’t understand why I have to marry.”

Iwaizumi frowned and stepped forward to place his hand on the small of her back. She barely flinched but turned to look at him.

“You haven’t even met the Prince yet,” Iwaizumi pointed out with a small smile. “You may just like him.”

“What if he’s insufferable?” She asked matter-of-factly. 

“He won’t be,” he assured.

She sniffed and straightened up as the door in front of them groaned and began to open. She smoothed her dress down.

“He better not be.” Y/N muttered before she put on a brilliant smile and began to walk up to her place at the table. Three people had immediately stood up to greet her, her father and he mother and one whom was foreign. He had waves of luscious brown hair and had a smug smirk on his face as he took Y/N’s hand to kiss.

“Crown Prince of Seijou, Oikawa Tooru,” he announced as he leant back, flipping his hair. “And, my, my, you look positively radiant.” She opened her mouth to thank him before he turned away to interact with a lord. “Ah, yes, where was I? Ah! The Stag! Well…”

Y/N shot Iwaizumi a sour look.

Yes, the crown prince certainly was insufferable.

“Ugh, I hate this ring! It’s so flashy,” Y/N hisses as she tried to pry the brilliant ruby ring from her finger, to which she struggled with until Iwaizumi offered his help. She scowled further as she unclipped the matching necklace from around her neck. “What an insufferable Prince.”

She flopped onto her bed, face-first, a Iwaizumi watched in amusement.

“Now, now,” he said softly as he sat down beside her. “I don’t suppose he can be that bad…”

“Haijime, he was flirting with the maids, he was flirting with you!” She pointed out with a sigh. “He rides his horse so flashily, and he wears turquoise all the time, not to mention the awful jewellery he insists on wearing.”

Iwaizumi scowled at the memory before he blanched. “Yes, Well…” he trailed off. “Have you tried speaking to His Royal Highness?”

She nodded. “Of course. Right after the banquet where I met him, father only said that it would be good for the kingdom. And now, he’s going to propose tomorrow.”

“Really?” Iwaizumi asked, his eyebrow raised curiously. “You can tell?”

Y/N sat up with a knowing grin and clutched a plush pillow close to her chest, shuffling until she was facing him.

“Of course,” she told him as if it were obvious. “He’s been flirting with me and buttering me up all week. He’ll take me out to the gardens in the summer dress that mother chose for me - no gloves - and he’ll tell me how much he loves me and ask me to marry him.”

“You’ve certainly thought about this.” Iwaizumi joked dryly as Y/N leant back to look up at the ceiling.

“Then I’ll say yes. We’ll marry the next week, and it will be extravagant and we will receive congratulations from all four corners of the country, then we’ll move to his palace, of course.” She continued as she flopped back on the bed, still clutching the pillow. “His family will expect a heir, and I, as his wife, will have to comply, and of course he needs a Princess as well, so I suppose we’ll have another.

“We’ll grow old together and die in time for our son to marry and take the throne in our stead, and see our daughter bear grandchildren and get married herself.”

Iwaizumi felt as if his mouth was a desert as Y/N sighed and sat up again, shuffling back until she was leaning against her pillows.

“I don’t want that, Hajime.”

His voice felt as rough as sandpaper as he spoke next. “What do you want?” he asked and she blinked at him.

He felt his face heat up and immediately felt as if he had said something wrong, but she only blinked twice more before a small smile stretched across her face.

“No one has ever asked me that before,” Y/N told him, sighing as she closed her eyes. “It feels nice. To have a choice.”

“So, what do you want?”

“To marry whomever I love,” she replied simply. “We’d live in a cottage, and I’d work in the farm. I’d have as many children as I’d want and they’d get a choice too. I’d love them so, so much.”

Iwaizumi chuckled and shuffled closer to ruffle her hair. “You haven’t worked a day of your life, whats this about farms?”

She pouted and batted his hands away.

“Down, Hajime! Down! I can dream!” She protested but Iwaizumi only laughed and ruffled her hair further.

“Alright then,” he leant down to press a kiss to her forehead. “Sleep well Princess.”

Iwaizumi exited the room to her flushed cheeks and dazed eyes, collapsing outside her door as soon as it was shut, a hand covering his mouth as his cheeks flushed a brilliant red.

He shouldn’t have done that. He really shouldn’t have done that.

“Iwaizumi-sa—? Oh God,” Soon, Hanamaki was leaning in front of him and wiping away tears that he hadn’t noticed were falling, pushing his dark hair back from his face. “Oh… Iwaizumi…”

Iwaizumi pulled his hand from his face to press to his chest, pressing his fist firmly against where is heart should be. Using the other to wipe away the falling tears.

“It hurts,” he whispered, finally feeling the sobs that wracked his body. “It hurts, Maki, it hurts, so, so much…”

Hanamaki smiled sadly and pushed back Iwaizumi’s hair again, resting a hand over Iwaizumi’s fist.

“That’s love, Iwaizumi,” Hanamaki told him as Iwaizumi felt the ache and clutched the fist closer to his chest, trying to dull it out. Hanamaki just rubbed soothing circles on his cheeks. “Horrible — isn’t it?”

Iwaizumi looked up at the knock at his door.

He expected a lot of things when he opened it, he realised as he pulled it open, but he didn’t expect the Princess to collapse into his arms and to begin gripping at his clothes, sobbing and crying and begging him to stay with her.

“Princess, Princess,” he soothed as he checked the hallway, pulling her in to shut and lock the door tight in a hurry. “Calm down, please. What’s wrong? As your bodyguard—”

“Run away with me Hajime!” She cried, and he stopped in place, staring down at her puffy, red eyes and the tears streaming down her blotchy cheeks. “Run away with me, and marry me…” she repeated quietly.

“Princess, I—”

“We’ll change our names and marry and-and, I have some money saved… we can get our cottage and-and w-we can l-live there t-togeth-ther.” She continued, huffing out breaths of air and sobs as she cried. “We’ll g-grow o-old, and-and-and—”

“We can’t run away,” Iwaizumi told her firmly, although eh desperately wanted to agree. “We can’t.”

She looked up at him with wide eyes.

“I can’t marry him, Iwaizumi, I can’t but I have to… I have to…” She trailed off and lent fully on him, sobbing into his shirt. “I don’t want him… I don’t… I… I love you!”

In that moment, Iwaizumi felt as if his world had fallen apart and he was plummeting into a bottomless pit. What he was feeling was forbidden, something that could get him executed or relieved from service, and now she loved him as well, and it got so, so much worse.

“Y/N, you can’t- you can’t love me.” He protested firmly. “You’re desperate… you can’t.”

She drew back from him, staring at him with hurt eyes and new, fresh tears streaming own her cheeks. Pushing back from his chest to stumble closer to the door, yet not leaving.

“I can, and I do,” she said angrily, and Iwaizumi felt his heart clench. “I love you. I love you so much it hurts!”

“You can’t choose me!”

She glared at him furiously, stepping forward as her hands clenched at her sides. 

“You think I chose you? I didn’t choose you. I took one look at your amazing hair and adorable laugh and beautiful smile and I knew I was going to fall in love with you.” Y/N pressed a hand to her chest, right above her hear and formed a claw, gripping at herself. “Every time you smile or laugh, I feel the ache and know I can never have you, because even though you are always by my side, you are so far away.

“I love you.”

Iwaizumi felt the ache in his chest and they stood opposite from each other, looking at each other and saying nothing — yet the silence was deafening, and the nothing meant everything.

In two strides Iwaizumi crossed the room to caress her face in his hands, pressing kisses to her forehead and nose and cheeks, brushing away her tears with his thumbs as she smiled so softly and closed her eyes; only opening them to look at him again before he dipped forward to catch her lips in a kiss she had waited years for.

His lips were warm against hers, and his skin was a map of a place she hadn’t discovered yet as she trailed her fingers up to rest on his arms, gripping him tightly. The other hand was lifted to press against his hand on her cheek as they kisses, keeping it there.

“Make me yours, Hajime,” she told him softly when he drew back, the words a promise on his lips. “Make me yours.”

Just for the night, hung in air around them, unspoken but heavy.

Iwaizumi only leant forward again to capture her lips. And he would, he promised himself. He would.

“ But, just because love is beautiful — does not mean that it is always happy. ”

Essays in Existentialism: Labs III

Do more Labs please plese especially one with they first time together, i love nerd and shy lexa

Previously on Labs

The tiny office in the back of the science building was eerily empty, to a degree of which made it almost unrecognizable. Gone were the binders and folders, stretched and stuffed to their limits. No longer did the desk hide under maps and figures, nor did an assortment of snacks collect on the table. It was as empty as the day she moved in two years ago, and it was a bittersweet kind of loss. 

Keep reading