gem-rings

A collection of ancient Roman rings, all of which are gold save for the ring in the middle of the top row, which is gilt bronze. The rings with gems have cabochons of either amethyst, carnelian, or glass. They all date to sometime between the 2nd to 3rd centuries CE. Image from Bonhams.

A thought: the way the Noldor learned to put light in gems, or power in rings…. the Teleri develop a craft of putting song in shells? So children of men are told that if they put their ears to the shells, they can hear the ocean singing - (what already happens in normal shells is a physics thing that will obviously still happen normally), and sometimes you really can hear the ocean elves sing. 

Buckle Up

Buckle  Up

1: “Its midnight! Where the hell were you?”
2: “Pack your shit and go. Get the fuck out of my sight!”

This was a normal routine recently. Him disappearing in the evening and wouldn’t make it until in middle of the night, when his lovers head would already be resting on his side of the bed. Snuggled up in one of his overly sized plain shirts. Lace panties, a noiseless signal of what could have happened the night if he had just shown up.

Hair done just the way she knew he adores, clipped and sprayed in place.  With a bare face, because she finally felt at peace with the fact he loves her without it. Because him constantly assuring her that he loves her without anything, had finally jammed through the crakes in between her skull to her brain.

And yet he was a no show, even after the countless texts sent his way to remind him of the special day, the special day that she had organized to the last nano second. Dinner, followed by a movie she knew he loved- even tho she could count a hundred and three other things to do then watch it- with wine trailing behind, which would only of course lead to them together in their shared room.  

She even texted Chris, to make sure Chris knew of their plans and wouldn’t bombarded them with surprise plans- she knew Sebastian couldn’t decline an offer from one of his brothers he only got to see on rare occasions. She was always his second choice, probably always would be…

Her soft hiccups echoed throughout the four walls, it wasn’t her fault they had drifted apart. Work, work just got in the way. It wasn’t her fault Sebastian had to take Elizabeth to the banquet as his date and not his girlfriend, because work had kept her three hours extra. It wasn’t her fault Sebastian had decided that praising some other women’s cooking then her owns, she never had that much time to cook for him, not that she should be forced… it wasn’t her fault.

She turned around, sleeping on her back. Her pupils drifted from one figure on the wall to the next, she needed a distraction.  Something to take her mind off of him.

She stood up, walking with a pitter patter rhythm to the master bathroom.

Washing her face, she dried it with the paper towels perched up in its place, before walking out to the kitchen. She at least needed to get something in-

She froze in place, all the blood in her body going raw. Sebastian was opening the lock. Not knowing how to confront him, she bolted it back to their bed room, but it was too late. Sebastian had already opened the door.

“Hey beautiful.” He whispered, probably because the next door neighbors had filed the second noise complaint. “What are you still doing up?” He asked, carelessly taking his combat boots off, then his coat followed suite. He ran his fingers through his hair when he turned around meeting his lovers eyes.

“Hey,” She croaked, she didn’t know what to do. He had basically stood her up and didn’t seem quite bothered by it.

“I’m so thirsty.” He complained walking into the open kitchen, coming to a slow stop once he saw the dinner table transformed into a five star restaurant. The table was covered in red cloth, the decorative design looked like it was hand picked, as the edges were half circles with a red candle melted half way through, two plates that were filled to the brim with food now half eaten, as well as forks and dull knifes sat parallel to each other- albeit had some food particles decorating the silverware. Wine glass and half drunk bottle nestled into a woven basket. “What’s this?” He asked, turning around pointing to the set table.

“Anthony came over and we just… yah.” She lied, her words strained and forced. “He was loads of fun.” She continued, memories of her stress eating the food came flooding her mind.

“You cooked for Anthony?” Was the only thing to come out from between his chapped lips. As he turned around. A glass of water forgotten. “You’ve never cooked anything for me-”

“Why are you-?” She choked, her voice weary.

“What else happened,” Rubbing his hand over his face, Sebastian moved closer to (Y/N) her warm brown chocolate orbs stared right back into his dusty royal blue ones.

“Nothing.” She answered curtly.

“Nothing?” Sebastian scoffed, giving her a one over, his white plain shirt giving him perfect view of her red lace bra and panties, “Nothing?” He repeated, more aggressively. “Nothing?” He chanted, grabbing his shirt and pulling it up harshley to take a glimpse of her panties- just in case his mind was playing tricks on him. “Nothing?” He questioned, letting her shirt go, she stepped back in fear. He was a big man, wide and muscular, anything he did when he was angry had always sparked fear under her heart.

“I said nothing Sebastian!” She hollered back, pushing him away from her as he advanced to get closer to her.

“Nothing? That half eaten bread says something happened!” He pointed to where he would only assume Anthony had sat and eaten, “Those half filled wine glasses sure say something happened.” He laughed bitterly, running his hand through his hair walking back and forth trying to adjust to the news. “Hey, come back here I’m not done talking to you!” Sebastian wolfed, walking past his retreating girlfriend. “I said-”

“Its midnight! Where the hell were you?” Sporting an angry voice didn’t only seem fit for Sebastian. She whipped around, her voice and breathing raised an octave.  

“W-what?”

“Its midnight! Where the hell were you?” She repeated, he stood star struck, why was she angry with him? His girlfriend just had dinner in his apartment without his knowledge- and god knows what they did together alone.

“I was out with Elizabeth-”

“Of course you were.”

“The hell are you complaining about, you had dinner with one of my friends-”

“Your an eye sore.” She complained, “Pack your shit and go. Get the fuck out of my sight!” Like that the young brunet walked faster to their shared apartment, going strait into their closet and pulling a change of cloths for him. “Come back tomorrow for the rest.”

“You do realize that this is MY apartment…” Sebastian barked, pushing his spare cloths back on the ground from her hands.

“Fine then I’ll leave.” She answered. Pushing his large frame away from her. If anything, the man before her gave her an unsettling feeling at the moment. She had never felt unsettled around Sebba. As a matter of fact, she always found refuge in between his open arms, and solace when their lips molded together.

Pulling her back, Sebastian glared into her eye, “The hell happened with Anthony?” Seb roared while shaking her shoulders with each of his words.

“Nothing you idiot!” She slapped him away from her, shoving him to the side, “Because I lied. Anthony was never here! That dinner table was set for your sorry ass, but no, Sebastian Stan was way two busy hitting it off with Elizabeth Olson.” She grabbed her phone and wallet from table beside the door. Quickly shutting it once she grabbed her slippers and ran down the stairs. Sebastian hot on her trails.

“(Y/N)!” Sebastian chocked, as he tried to run after her. “It’s not what you think,” he whispered, watching as her retrieving figure disappear into the shadows of his apartment complex.


“-What about your relationship, how’s (Y/N), I believe that’s her name right?”  The press never had proof that she was real, that she really was dating the Sebastian Stan. They only knew her when Sebba would accidentally let a few words slip without having much time to think about them.

“She’s doing fine,” He rubbed his thighs before looking back at the reporter.

“Is she watching you right now?”

“I doubt it.” Stan laughed, thinking of other things you could possibly be doing by now.

“How would your cast describe your relationship?” The reported pressed, leaning the mike to Elizabeth who was practically giving it away that she knew something.

“Just last week he bought her a promise ring!”

“Elizabeth, please don’t-”

 "She wouldn’t mind,“ Olson assured shushing Sebastian up. "He bought her this infinity blue gem promise ring, we had to spend days together to just find the right one.”

“Wow, your really serious.” The male reported chuckled. Looking back at Olson, as she nodded her head like crazy.

“You wouldn’t even believe it.” She continued on, “We’ve been ring shopping for almost two months now!” Elizabeth giggled, “I’m surprised she didn’t think something happened.” Olson nudged Sebastian to the side, “Don’t  you want to say something to her?”

“Uh…” He broke under pressure. Especially if one of them was a lie he kept from all his crew members. It’s almost been a week since she disappeared on him. No trace no nothing. He texted about a hundred times a day, left voice mails endlessly. Even tried to call her mother, but apparently she didn’t pick up. As if matters couldn’t be worse, when he drove the eight hour road to go to her moms place, the new owner of the home said the former people who lived here had moved out a month ago prier to this day. “Call me,”

“Well, this is all we have for you, up next Chris Evan-” The TV went dead silent, a small mist of a rainbow left as the residue of colorful screen turned off. She looked behind her, her mother bringing a cup of coffee.

“So, how’s Sebastian?” Her mama asked, sipping her tea. “I’m really sad he couldn’t make it.” Her mom grumbled. “Was really looking to see him again, such a sweetheart.”

“Yeah,” The young lady sighed. Grabbing her phone and going to one of the many missed phone calls he had left. “He’ll be here soon.”

“Oh I hope, dear.”

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Gold Digger || Kim Namjoon

Originally posted by chimchams

Word Count: 1.9k

Genre: Fluff


Everything’s okay.

That’s what you kept telling yourself, not wanting to admit that there was an underlying fear beneath your skin that made you worry. No matter how many times you told yourself that you weren’t going to be scared, the idea of meeting your boyfriends parents was probably the most terrifying thing to you. There were moments in the past where you had seen them and said hello but you had never been formally introduced.

They knew who you were and they knew about you through Namjoon, but had decided to invite the two of you over to fully get to know you. It had been hard to get the day off from work but after a while you had convinced your boss to give you the day off. You were in the car with Namjoon, his hand sat gently on your thigh as he continued to drive in the direction of his parents house.

He was on break from work for a while and his parents had decided to take advantage of that. He had been going back and forth between the apartment the two of you shared and his family home to see his parents. While you were at work it didn’t matter much, but it hurt when you got home and had to wait hours before his car pulled into the driveway and he arrived home.

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Roman Gold Ring with Onyx Cameo, 3rd-4th Century AD

A gold ring with onyx cameo with bust of woman with hair pulled back into a bun.

Cameos first became popular during the Hellenistic period and continued to flourish under the Roman Empire with a mixture of images mostly comprising religious symbolism or busts of private individuals and members of the Imperial family. Cameos were produced with the same basic tools and techniques as intaglios, though inverted, that is to say by cutting away excess stone around the image to create a raised relief. The time and effort needed to carve a cameo is considerably greater than that required to produce an intaglio, not just because more stone must be cut away but also in fashioning a cameo in relief there is considerably less surface contact between the rotating circular tool and the convex surface of the gem.

Epic Destiny 5e: Archlich

“You fail to remain living, but also fail to die. Undead, you ensure your ability to defend against evil forever.”

Prerequisites: 21st level, any arcane spellcasting class

You pursue eternal life as an undead creature. 

Most wizards who search for and achieve easy immortality by way of esoteric necromantic texts are evil, avaricious spellcasters who stop at nothing to achieve their ultimate goals. 

For some, that goal is lichdom itself. 

But you have a greater, nobler purpose. 

Unlike many who have become liches before you, you have trained your mind to avoid succumbing to the madness that necromantic preservation often brings. 

For instance, you did not perform the foul ritual that traded your life for animation the moment you found it; you waited until your power was equal to the change. 

Nor did you accept the aid of Orcus, Demon Prince of the Undead, to empower the ritual, but you waited to find methods outside his control. 

In doing so, you escaped his touch, though you bear his personal enmity to this day.

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Trusted ink.

Based on a concept an anon sent that I fell in love with! Harry giving you your first tattoo himself.


His tongue is poked out the side of his lips, eyebrows furrowed in concentration and eyes squinting. The pain of the needle not felt as you focused on him, needle in his gloved hand as it touched your wrist.

“Almost done, love. Almost done.” He assured, glancing at your eyes for a quick moment, a smirk making its way to his face. “Such a brave woman.”

You laughed at his dramatic attitude. You looked at his face which held so much concentration as if he was putting the world’s most expensive gem to a ring.

“Are you sure it’s your first tattoo? You’re not crying or tearing or anythin’” Harry said with a chuckle, looking at the paper which held his design before looking back to your wrist and continuing.

“I’m not a wuss, I can hold a little bit of pain.” You replied in a joking manner, tilting your head slightly.

“My brave girlfriend.” Harry chuckled. A moment of silence followed, the only sound being from the buzzing of the needle. “Hey, baby?”

You hummed.

“Thank you. For trusting me to do this. You know, the design, the process. I’m flattered.” He said, pulling back and turning off the device and admiring your new tattoo.

“You can’t always keep your doodling in your journal.” You smiled, taking a breath before looking at your wrist, letting out a small excited squeal.

On your wrist was one of Harry’s small wonky hearts along with the silhouette of a bird resting on the top of it.

“Is it good?” Harry asked nervously, wide eyes staring at you to see your reaction.

“Haz, it’s incredible!” You grinned, looking at the tattoo.

Upon hearing your excited thank you’s, Harry stood up before sitting beside you, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your shoulder, looking at your new tattoo with a warm smile. “Time for mine.”

You looked at him with your mouth agape, shock on your face. “No.” You gasped in disbelief.

He laughed, pulling away a little to look at you more clearly. “I want you to give me a new tattoo.”

“Harry, I don’t know ho-”

“I’ll teach you. You trusted me enough with an ink needle and I trust you just the same.” He said, a smile on his face as he tucked a locket of hair behind your ear.

“Baby are you sure? These things are permanent, you know?”

He rolled his eyes, nodding. “I know that, sweetheart. Come on, I think I might have an idea on what I want.”

And that day, you both were excitedly showing off your new tattoos; you showing Harry’s design of a wonky heart and a bird, and Harry showing your wonky design of a star on his right hand in the same place of the cross tattoo on his other hand.

Pity (Support: A Harry Styles Imagine Part 2)

Warning: accidents, swearing

Here’s the much awaited Part 2! I’m gonna say sorry in advance for how this one ended because I already planned out the ending yet I couldn’t put it into words. The result was a little confusion with the writing in the end but hopefully you guys will get the scenario.

Message me or ask me HERE if things get a bit confusing. I’ll take the blame. Sorry again. And to make up for it, I’ll make a Part 3! It’s time to send in your suggestions again!

Enjoy! Hope I didn’t disappoint.  

If you haven’t read part 1, click HERE

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It has been a few months since Harry and I broke up. To say that Harry was broken was an understatement. He made sure to call me everyday. Of course, what could he expect? I never answered. I even contemplated on changing my number but I had too much respect to do it.

The entire universe unfortunately found out about the break up but to my surprise, the fans wanted us to get back together. It wasn’t unknown to me that I was on the Directioners’ good side. They saw how much I love and took care of Harry and his fans appreciated that. Even though Harry ruined our relationship, it was still the best four years of my life.

**

“Y/N please at least answer his call. Just a call, singular. Please.” Louis called me a few days after the break up.

“Louis, I can make my own decisions.” I said.

“But you haven’t seen him. He has neither eaten nor bathed. His eyes are bloodshot and bags are seen under his eyes. He’s not the same without you Y/N.” I heard Louis say something when his phone was taken away.

“Harry, no.” Louis said but Harry didn’t listen.

“Y/N? Love? I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. Please hear me out. I-” Harry was about to continue when I hung up 

Hearing his voice made the butterflies in my stomach come to life. I missed him. I really did. But if his fame and fortune was more important than me, then to heck with him.

I deserved better. 

**

As the fashion show gets closer, nerves start kicking in. It was a good thing though. It made me work extra hard and made myself busy to avoid thinking about him. Gemma calls me every once in awhile to check up on me and so did Anne. It made me feel guilty though. I left their son/brother broken, yet they still cared for me. Gemma even made sure that I include their names for the VIP section in the fashion show.

One day, I was in a coffee meeting with my fellow designers and the organizers of the fashion show. They were talking about lighting, stage decor, and color scheme when I got a phone call from Gemma. Because of the meeting, I couldn’t answer her call. I shrugged it off thinking it may just be her weekly “just checking up on you” calls. I’ll just call her back later. 

But no, her calls kept on coming.

“Excuse me for just one moment.” I told everyone. They just smiled and said to go ahead. I immediately called Gemma and I got an answer in one ring.

“Gem? What’s wrong?” I asked. I waited for an answer but all I got was a sob.

“Hello?” I asked once more. “Gem? You ok? Where are you?”

 “It’s… It’s mum. Out of nowhere she just… she just collapsed and… and we had to call an ambulance and bring her to the hospital. She… she was bleeding, Y/N.”

I couldn’t process what she was saying. Anne was like a second mother to me, and knowing that her state was critical, I couldn’t just sit around.

“She was looking for you.” Gemma answered. “She was conscious for a few seconds in the ambulance and called everyone’s name, including yours. That’s why I had to call you up and tell you.”

“Where is she now?” I asked, making my way back to our table to collect my things.

“We’re here at the Wythenshawe Hospital back home. But you don’t have to drive all the way here, she’ll understand that you’re in London and-”

“I’ll be there in a few. Just… update me ok?” I said and hung up. My colleague saw me collect my things and stopped me for a minute. She gave me a look that said ‘what are you doing?’

“I’m so so sorry everyone, but my mum was brought to the hospital so I have to go. I’m really sorry.” Good thing that everyone was considerate enough and let me go without a grudge. Even the highest positioning person there told me good luck and to be careful.

Please let Anne be ok.

**

The drive to Holmes Chapel was somewhat short considering it was in the middle of the day where people were at work, which means no traffic, and I may have over sped a little. I quickly got my things and ran in.

“Excuse me, can you tell me where I can find Anne Styles or Anne Twist right now?” I asked the nurse. She looked at me as if I’m a crazy person.

“I’m sorry but the family told us that we were not allowed to tell anyone about her condition considering the entire family is here.” The nurse said.

“But I am family. I’m-”

“I’m so sorry but we won’t allow media or fans to enter.” She said in a “shoo” tone. 

I was about to explode when I heard a voice that I know too well.

“Y/N?” Robin said.

“Robin…” I said and my eyes softened.

“It’s ok, she’s my daughter-in-law.” He joked to the nurse. I laughed a little and immediately hugged him. He accepted the comfort and rubbed my back to soothe my worries.

The entire course of Harry and I’s relationship, Robin was always there like a Dad. He throws “funny” puns just like a regular dad would. He’d invite us to weekend barbeques when Harry was not busy. He’d sometimes invite us over to watch football on TV, considering I was a massive fan myself. When my parents were in town, Robin was the one who came up with the idea of a family dinner. He and my dad bonded like long lost friends, which made Harry and I happy that our parents were getting along.

“Robin, how’s Anne? Is she ok?” I asked, sniffling a little considering I was crying the entire trip here.

“She’s still in surgery, dear. The doctors are yet to talk to us about her condition.” He continued, “Thank you so much for coming in a flash, dear. Anne would be so happy to see you here.”

“Y/N!” I heard someone say. I turned around and saw Gemma and her boyfriend. She ran towards me and engulfed me in a bone crushing hug. I didn’t care though, she needed the comfort as much as I did.

“Gem! You ok?” I asked.

“Yeah. Thank you so much for coming, you know… even after the break-up… Mum would be so happy to know that you’re here.” She said. 

“Don’t mention it. I know you guys need a little comfort at this time.”

“Actually, there’s one person that needs comforting more than Gemma and I right now.” Robin said pointing to the benches by the emergency room. Seated with his face on his hands was none other than Harry himself. One can immediately know that he was crying, seeing that his breathing was fast. I sighed and smiled a little. Gemma smiled back and I made my way towards the love of my life.

I went over and knelt in front of him. “Harry?” I called. He immediately looked up and his eyes opened wide. He rubbed his eyes to check if I was really there.

“Y/N” was all he said before engulfing me in a tight hug. He cried harder as soon as his face hit my neck. 

He needs me right now, and I’m not courageous enough to push him away, so I let him hug me. He hugged me like never before. This hug has a mix of “I miss you.” and “I need you.”

Everyone knows how Harry was a mummy’s boy. He’d drop everything for his mum. He respected how Anne raised them on her own before she met Robin. The way she raised both Gemma and Harry into these beautiful human beings is beyond anyone’s power, and Harry knew that. She taught them how to respect women and people in general. She showered her children with love and made sure that they got only the best.

“Shhhh… “ I said as I rubbed his back. “Your mum is a fighter remember? She’ll get through this.”

“Thank you… so much.” Harry said in between sobs. I was about to say something when I heard the doctor call for Anne’s family members. Harry was the first one to stand up as if it was his name that was called.

“How is she?” Harry asked. Robin and Gemma was beside us in a matter of seconds 

“She’s fine now. There was just a lack of oxygen in her brain which caused her to faint. Was she exposed to stress recently?” The doctor asked. 

“Not that we know of, doctor.” Robin said.

“It may also be caused by excess work, but she’s now ok. The only problem was that she hit her head a little too hard. There was an excessive bleeding but we were able to stop it.” The doctor said. Everyone sighed in relief.

“She has passed the critical stage now and she’s in the recovery room. We’ll bring her to her private room as soon as her vital say she’s ok. But she’ll still have to stay for a few days just so that we can keep an eye on her and check for no further damage.” The doctor continued. Everyone thanked him and sat down with a sigh of relief.

I then continued rubbing Harry’s back for comfort. He didn’t say anything. All he did was hold my hand as a sign of gratefulness. I smiled at his kind gesture and for a few months, I saw him smile, a genuine smile.

That same day, Anne woke up to all of us fast asleep around her bed. Robin was beside her holding her hand. Gemma and Michal were leaning on the wall with their heads on each other’s shoulders. Harry and I were both on the couch the room came with with our hands intertwined. The sight made her heart melt. Everyone she loved was in one room. Robin felt Anne’s hand move which caused him to wake up fully. He then woke everyone up and everyone was happy to see her awake and well.

**

For the past few days I have been staying with Harry and his family at his childhood home. I wanted to stay and help the rest take care of Anne. Fortunately my work allowed me to take a few days off considering I told them that it was my mom who was brought to the hospital. They understood my case and let me have the days off.

Following the recent events, Harry has been quite distant with me the past few days. All I did was take care of him because I knew that he’d be too busy taking care and worrying about his mum that he’d forget to take care of himself. It was like a reflex.

“Harry, what do you think should we bring for lunch today? Gemma texted me saying that we should bring lunch for everyone. Your mum’s looking for Nando’s for some weird reason.” I told him as we made sure to pack everything Anne needed for the next few days. As I was about to talk again, Harry called me to the kitchen.

“What’s up?” I asked as I entered.

“We need to talk.” He said.

“Sure, what’s up?” I said.

“I need you to leave me alone until mum gets better.” He said straightforward. I was taken aback. A few days ago he was begging me to take him back. Now, it’s the opposite.

“Excuse me?” I asked.

“I know what this is.” He said pointing his finger back and forth between us.

“What do you mean?” I asked not knowing what the heck he’s talking about.

“Pity.” was the only thing he said.

“I’m sorry… I’m not getting what you want me to get here.” I said, shaking my head with a curious looking eyes.

“You’re taking care of me as if you still care about me… like I’m still your boyfriend!” he shouted. “And do you know how much it fucking hurts me to know that you’re just pitying me for what happened to mum?” I was about to cut him off but he did it first.

“I love you Y/N, I really do. But seeing how much better you did without me, it made me believe that I was the shittiest boyfriend in the universe. I prioritized my career when I should’ve put you first. I don’t deserve you.” He started crying as soon as he ended his heartfelt speech.

“You don’t care about me like before. You’re making me feel like you still love me.” I only noticed that I was crying when a tear streamed down my cheek.

“You’re right… You never deserved me. But don’t you dare imply that don’t care about you anymore, because I still do. I still love you, I really do but I don’t want to fix things just yet. But you need me right now, and I don’t have heart to see you broken over me and over your mom. The least I could do is take care of you.” I said. 

“If me taking care of you is giving out some kind of signal that I shouldn’t, then I’m sorry. I don’t want to get back together, not right now anyway. But I do feel obligated to take care of you.”

“But you’re not obligated to take care of me. Please… just help me by staying away from me. It’s for your own good.” he said. 

“Let’s at least be civil about this… for your mum.” I said, holding my hand out for him to shake. “I’ll stop with whatever I’m doing and just be here for your mom. I’m sorry for what I have done.”

And with that, he shook my hand. 

I should no longer care about Harry Styles.

Surprise?//H.S. Imagine//

Written from this request! I thought this would be a fun thing to write so although I just got this request i decided to write something about it. This one is short and sweet but i hope you like it!


You hadn’t exactly planned on getting your nipples pierced, at least not until your adventurous friend dragged you out of bed so you could be her support while she got a new tattoo. In fact, you would not have thought of the idea on your own, pain wasn’t your favorite feeling. You had been sitting in the waiting room with your friend when her head shot up from the mainstream magazine she was reading.  

Y/n….you should get your nipples pierced!!” Your friend shouted, wiggling a bit in her seat from excitement. 

“What??” You questioned. 

“Your nipples, pierce them!”

“Absolutely not, Y/f/n!”

“Come on! You could take them out whenever you wanted! Think of how hot you would look, and you could surprise Harry too! I’m sure he would just love that.” You friend wiggled her eyebrows and nudged you a bit, forcing a giggle from in between your lips. I mean you only live once, and Harry has been a really good boyfriend lately, this would be a cute surprise. Annndd i guess i wouldn’t look too bad with them either, you thought, confidence never hurt anyone. Just then a lady with a sleeve of tattoos and a beautiful nose ring with gems on it came up to you. 

“Y/f/n?” She asked.

“That’s me,” Your friend said cheerfully from beside you, “Come on, y/n, pleaseeee.”

You looked between your friend and the lady standing before you,”Okay, okay. Lead the way.” 

Now here you were sitting on the couch with ice strategically propped on your nipples (with the help of a pillow). You were mindlessly watching a re-run of friends when your mind wandered to Harry, how were you gonna reveal them? I guess you could just let the moment happen naturally, but you wanted to at least wait until they healed. You would be doing a lot of swatting Harry’s hands away and slyly facing away from him if you weren’t wearing a bra, but you figured it was worth it. As if on cue, you heard the door open and close, the sound of Harry’s keys ringing traveling to your ears. You quickly took the ice from it’s spot and put it under the blanket, concealing it from your boyfriends view. You got up and decided to meet him at the door, you were excited to see him after a day of being apart. 

“Hiya, petal. How was your day?” Harry asked, he was wearing his normal skinny jeans and a plain white top, his boots already kicked off to the side.

“It was quite eventful, I missed you though.” You replied.

‘Missed you too.” Harry came towards you and before you could make up an excuse he engulfed you in a tight hug. 

“Ouch.”

“Are you alright?!” Harry released you from your hug and scanned your body, “Did I do something?”

“No…you didn’t..”

“Than what’s wrong?”

“Uh..”

“Love, please tell me.” Harry gave you a sympathetic look, wishing you would just tell him what was bothering you. He could see it in your face that you weren’t telling him everything.

“I, um, got my nipples pierced?” It came out as a question, since you were bracing yourself for his reaction. That was the last thing Harry had expected you to say, but to your surprise he broke into a big dimpled smile.

“Really?! When?”

“Earlier today, with Y/f/n.”

“Today? Why didn’t you tell me, my love? I’m sure they look beautiful.”

“Well, i kinda wanted it to be a surprise, actually. Just don’t make a big deal out of it please, and be very careful, they hurt.”

“Done and done.”

You let out a breathe you didn’t know you were holding in and gave him a comfortable smile, “Okay, good. Do you want to be my assistant and help me make dinner?” You turned around and began walking to the kitchen. 

“Of course, just one question…can i see them…or…touch them?”

“Harry!”

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Glow (Vernon Soulmate AU)

Pairing: Vernon x Reader

Type: Soulmate AU

Originally posted by hanwooz


You and your soulmate are connected by gems - you are presented with a gemstone when you were born that matches your soulmate’s…


  • You had caught yourself staring at the garnet gem on your ring again
  • you had been wearing this ring since you were very little, and you often found yourself wondering what it was meant for
  • after all, if you had been wearing it this long, it had to have some kind of importance
  • you snapped out of your daydream and realized that you had missed a good portion of your lecture oops
  • you decided to do some reading, knowing that there had to be some answers somewhere
  • you were looking through the different books in the library when you came across one that had to do with the soulmate connection
  • in the book listed the various ways that soulmates worked and you came across a section on gems
  • you read there that for certain soulmates, they are assigned a gemstone at birth that matched the one their soulmate had
  • these gemstones would be part of rings, necklaces, and bracelets identical to the ring you had
  • your soulmate must have the same gemstone on them then
  • you wondered if they knew about the connection, or ever wondered who you were
  • turns out you were right
  • Vernon was currently being scolded by Hoshi for not paying attention during practice
  • he was busy staring at the gemstone on his bracelet, wondering about his soulmate and the like
  • he knew he had to stop since the group’s comeback was coming up, but you were his soulmate - how could he not think about you
  • once Hoshi was done scolding him, they got back to practicing, and Vernon attempted to keep his thoughts at bay
  • if only he knew that he would actually meet you soon
  • you were recently hired as an intern at the company, and you would be helping as a sort of personal assistant to the group
  • you didn’t exactly know which group you were assigned to, but you were excited nonetheless
  • you walked into the building and met the person you would be interning with, shaking their hand
  • you barely had time to notice that the gem on your ring had begun to glow
  • you and your supervisor walked into a big meeting room, where 13 boys and a few other managers sat
  • they all looked at you kindly when you walked in, and you got a chance to see all of them face to face
  • all 13 of the boys were very handsome, you had to admit, but there was only one that really caught your eye 3 guesses who
  • each of them stood up and greeted you with a smile on their faces
  • they formed a line in front of you, and you went to shake all of their hands
  • you greeted each one happily, and towards the middle of the line, you met with the boy who had caught your eye earlier
  • you reached your hand out for him to shake, when you noticed a bright light coming from your hand
  • you shook his hand, and you looked down to see that your ring was beaming with light
  • sure enough, the stone on his wrist was emitting the same glow, same color and everything
  • “well this is awkward…” you muttered “my first day on the job and I have already met my soulmate”
  • he chuckled and looked at you fondly as the boys began to realize what was going on
  • “I’m Vernon” he introduced
  • “(Y/N),” you smiled back
  • that’s when the teasing began
  • lots of poking, shaking, and jokes thrown around about how Vernon had finally found his soulmate
  • “maybe now you will start to pay attention when we’re practicing!” Hoshi cheered
  • you looked at Vernon confused, wondering what he meant by that comment
  • “he’s had a bad habit of zoning out when we’re supposed to be practicing. he kept staring at that bracelet!” Seungkwan yelled
  • you could feel your face heat up as Vernon’s cheeks flushed a slight shade of pink
  • “i have been looking forward to meeting you” he spoke softly, feeling slightly sheepish because of the teasing
  • you leaned in to whisper to him “don’t worry, I used to do the exact same thing”
  • he looked at you surprised before he smirked
  • “glad to know i’m not the only one who did that” he spoke
  • “same here” you replied
  • “hey, lovebirds. they’ve still gotta meet a few of us and do their job!” one of the boys you hadn’t met yet yelled
  • the two of you separated and flushed even more than you had before, letting you continue down the line to meet the rest of the boys
  • the boys continued to tease lil Vernon for the rest of the day, but they were actually very happy that one of the youngest had met his soulmate
  • Vernon watched you as you worked with a smile on his face, knowing that he couldn’t wait to get to know you
  • you felt the same way, happy that you had the rest of your life to spend with the person who was meant for you
  • the two of you never even noticed that the gems on your ring and bracelet had not stopped glowing since the two of you met
  • and the glow was not going to fade any time soon