graceful curve

Call Me A Tree, Because I Am Pining For You

Klance Fanfiction

3862 Words

Completed Oneshot 

It’s really just fluff and pining

Summary: Lance likes Keith’s abs and Keith likes Lance’s legs and they are pining fools also Good Uncle Coran makes an appearance. (also every time there is a — it switches who the main focus is)

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Shape of You

//Here it is! So, I removed some of the parts that I couldn’t necessarily fit with the story as well, but only a few parts. (Mostly the ones that repeated over and over) Hope you like it! I was so fascinated how great this fit with Jerome. Although, with how I did the story I felt like not all of the song went with it, so like I said, I did pick and choose what lyrics I used, and I hope your fine with that.

(Also I was really nervous posting this ahhhh)

Title: Shape Of You.

Warnings: Consumption of alcohol, slightly inappropriate dancing. Slight “sexual” situation? Just like kissing and stuff?  I feel like this is the most “inappropriate” thing I’ve written so far? Maybe it’s because of the break I took in writing, or maybe it’s this dang song because dang this inspired me. I think it helped to get me out of my rut? So thanks for requesting! 

Rating: Mid fluff. //


The club isn’t the best place to find a lover
So the bar is where I go
Me and my friends at the table doing shots
Drinking fast and then we talk slow


When y/n walks in the room, her mind races. She knows that this bar was notorious for having some of Gotham’s biggest criminals hanging out in it, as it was run by one of them. Or, it had been. She wasn’t really sure of who ran it now, but she didn’t care much. Her gaze sweeps the room, and she can feel her heart beat faster just at the prospect of him being there. Little did she know, he was there.

And he noticed her.

Jerome sat at a booth in a corner, the rest of his group talking and drinking loudly. Barbara noticed that he wasn’t paying much attention to what is going on, so she taps his shoulder.

“What’s up with you?” She asks, tilting her head. Jerome’s gaze turns to her lazily, and he drums his fingers on the table.

“That girl over there…who is she?” He wonders dreamily, his head turning back over to y/n. Barbara shrugs, sliding over another shot to him.

“I don’t know. Why don’t you go see?” Jerome’s lips curl into a large smile, and he downs the contents of the glass before standing up fluidly, making his way over to her through the dancing crowd. He moves behind her, keeping his distance.

She sits perched on a bar stool, and something about the graceful curve of her neck sends shivers all throughout his body. He moves forward soundlessly, and wraps his arms around her, resting his chin on her shoulder. He can feel her tense to his touch and she turns her head to see who it is. He moves forward so he’s next to her and she makes eye contact with him. His heart beats faster when her eyes widen in realization. Before she can say anything, he motions for her to follow him back to his table, leaving without a word. She complies quickly, following behind him as if in a trance.

Come over and start up a conversation with just me
And trust me I’ll give it a chance now
Take my hand, stop, put Van the Man on the jukebox
And then we start to dance, and now I’m singing like Girl, you know I want your love Your love was handmade for somebody like me

When Jerome sits back down, he pretends as if she isn’t there. He wants her to approach him, he wants her to talk to him. He wants her to decide. So, she does. She slides onto the booth, sitting next to him. This causes Barbara to cock an eyebrow at him. Jerome glances over at him, a sloppy smile on his face.

“Hey.” She mutters, trying to ignore the fluttering in her chest. Jerome leans forward, his face only inches from hers.

“Hey doll. Tell me, what’s your name? I just gotta know.”

“I’m y/n.” She mutters, her gaze dropping to his lips for a brief second. Jerome narrows his eyes slightly as he studies her face, trying to figure out why he’s so drawn to her. Besides y/n’s obvious beauty, he couldn’t quite place it. So, he set out to figure it out. He nudges her slightly, scooting out of the booth and taking her out to the dance floor, pulling her too him.

“Y/n, tell me,” he pauses, guiding her body to the rhythm of the beat. He begins to say something, but his words are lost as he lowers his head, burying his face in her neck.

“Wh-what?” Y/n asks. He lifts his face up, his eyes meeting hers, his gaze unapologetic as he searches for any emotion in her eyes, trying to figure out what she’s thinking.

“Are you here alone?” He asks, his voice growing slightly deeper. Y/n’s lips part and her head tilts as a smile spreads across her face. Feeling bold she pulls away, which causes his head to snap up, his eyes widening ever so slightly. She shrugs, turning around.

“Why? What’s it to you?” Before she can even manage two steps, he pulls her back to him, y/n’s back pressing into his chest and stomach.

“I think you know,” Jerome mutters, once again guiding her to the music. She turns around to face him, letting him guide her dancing still. His hands travel from her arms down to her hips, and he pulls her closer to him. Jerome stares down at her, halting all action.

“You know I want your love. Something about you-I don’t know what it is, I can’t quite place it…but I want to figure it out. The best way to figure things out is to investigate.” He presses his lips to her cheek in a kiss. “So, that’s what I’m doing.”


Come on now, follow my lead
I may be crazy, don’t mind me
Say, boy, let’s not talk too much
Grab on my waist and put that body on me
Come on now, follow my lead
Come, come on now, follow my lead

Y/n’s face turns red, and he pulls back, staring down at her.

“So, what do you think?” He asks, halting all movement. Her heart pounds so quickly in her chest that she fears he might hear it. When she doesn’t answer, Jerome’s eyes close as he curses himself for being too brash, for coming on too strong. Before he can move, before he can say anything, y/n’s hand moves up to his head and she pulls him in, kissing him softly. Jerome’s eyes pop open, his pupils instantly widening, both from the alcohol and the rush of adrenaline that shoots through his body at her touch. His arms wrap around her as he pulls her as close as she can get, closing his eyes and kissing y/n, all the while the two of them dancing to the music.

When Jerome finally breaks the kiss, he shudders slightly, inhaling deeply and stopping his slight dancing. He swallows harshly before peeking at her, once again trying to figure out what she’s thinking. Her eyes are open wide, her cheeks slightly flushed. Jerome smiles easily, moving back over to her and wrapping his arms around her once more.

“I assume this means you came here alone, unless you’re one of those girls.” He nuzzles her neck, his breath tickling her skin as he laughs. “But you aren’t one of those girls, sweet-cakes, are ya?” She shakes her head, smiling slightly. His eyes close as he lets out a relived sigh. “That’s what I was hoping,” he murmurs.

Leave and get in a taxi, then kiss in the backseat
Tell the driver make the radio play, and I’m singing like
Girl, you know I want your love
Your love was handmade for somebody like me
Come on now, follow my lead
I may be crazy, don’t mind me
Say, boy, let’s not talk too much
Grab on my waist and put that body on me
I’m in love with your body
Come on, be my baby, come on
Come on, be my baby, come on 
I’m in love with the shape of you

Jerome drags her off the dance floor, not glancing back as they stumble out of the bar. He quickly flags down the car that he arrived in, yanking the door open for her. Y/n climbs in and Jerome follows close behind her, shutting the door. He grabs y/n’s face in his hands and kisses her, one hand sliding down to her waist to pull her closer. She pulls her head back, smiling brightly at him.

“I’m so glad I ran into you,” he mutters, pushing a strand of her h/c hair out of her eyes.

“Yeah, about that…” Y/n laughs nervously. Her laugh sends shivers up Jerome’s spine, and he smiles adoringly at her. “It wasn’t really…a… coincidence. I was looking for you,” she mutters, suddenly becoming shy as she looks down at the ground. “I just- I really admire you, and…I wanted to…” Before she can say anything more, Jerome kisses her quickly. When he has her attention her places both hands on either side of her face, staring deep into her eyes.

“Do you know how wonderful you are?” He whispers, tilting his head. “That makes it even better. All of it. You’re like me.” Y/n’s gaze sweeps over his face. His pupils are unnaturally wide, taking up almost all of his eyes so barely any of the blue-green is visible. She smiles softly, and his hand slowly falls onto her knee, resting there. “We’re going to have fun, you and I.” He murmurs. She sighs softly, relieved that he didn’t find it weird that she had gone out looking for him. Jerome kisses y/n, closing his eyes.

And, for the first time, although unknown to him, a love for y/n plants itself in his heart.

“Try Me” (M)


Member: Sehun from EXO

Genre: Smut (M), A little bit of angst

A/N: This is a scenario i had in mind for awhile and it’s inspired from the fic Talk Now by my favorite scenario blog @noonatrash so be sure to check them out they’re awesome!

Summary: You and Sehun have a strictly sexual booty call relationship and Sehun makes you submit to him a little too easily.

It’s been 2 weeks since you last spoke to Sehun. It felt good. It felt different. You’ve had some time to reflect on the way you handled things. “Never again” you mumbled to yourself, disgusted at your own behavior.  He made you feel so numb, to everything. He made you feel good but also so mad and you didn’t know how to handle a guy like him but you were hooked and there was nothing you could have done about it.

You were sitting at home on your bed, dim lights and the silence of the night coming through your window. Your phone screen lit up showing an unfamiliar phone number. You crooked your face to the side presenting a confused expression. “Who the fuck is calling me at 2 am? This better not be Chanyeol on about how I drank all his bubble tea again”. You decided to answer the call, already ready with an excuse for drinking 3 cups of bubble tea. You picked up the phone and waited for the other side to start talking but only silence draped the other line.

“I need you.” A familiar voice appeared as your eyes widened. “You have to be kidding me” you thought to yourself, letting out a scoff. “Don’t you have some other poor girl to booty call Sehun?” he was surprised at your sudden response. “Yes. But none of them are you.” He let out a breathy response. “Sehun, I thought I made myself clear last time we saw each other….” There was a short silence, “You mean when I fucked you to submission and you screamed my name all over my apartment?” he said smugly. “Sehun we’re over.” You announced once again before you quickly hung up.

Sehun hasn’t left your mind the entire week after he called you again. Why did he think you would act this stupid again? He really doesn’t know anything about you, you thought to yourself.  Sitting on your couch and drinking another bubble tea cup you stole from Chanyeol’s apartment.  It was another Friday night that you didn’t have a date to. The only company you had was the chocolate bubbles and the 5th season of Friends. You weren’t even bothered to wear pants, you were wearing your black revealing lace panties and a long V neck shirt that was a bit transparent but you couldn’t care less.

Your drink long gone and already on season 6 when you heard a loud knock on your door. You glanced at the clock, “2:30 AM” you scoffed to yourself. “If it’s who I think it is, then I might as well have fun with it.” You mumbled to yourself as you got up to open the door.  Swinging the door to an all too familiar face, you flashed your fake smile at the tall broad shouldered man. “What are you doing here Sehun?” you let out a laugh but he didn’t look too amused. 

“Why don’t you answer my calls anymore?” you remembered you blocked his number last week and didn’t even get those calls in the first place. “Sorry I’ve been busy” you put out an overly fake frown and crooked your head to the side. He pushed you aside and let himself in. he walked up to your couch and wrapped his arms above his chest, leaning against the side of your couch. “Busy? I see….” He laughed. “I’m sure watching Friends in your underwear is real tiring.” He crooked his head at you. “It sure is more fun than sucking your dick” you let out. He scoffed at your statement, “Playing hard to get are we?” 

you took one step closer to him sporting an all serious confused look on your face. You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought your lips inches away from his, slightly touching. “Is there something in the words “We are over.” That you do not understand Oh Sehun?” you looked straight into his eyes. He leaned closer a bit and grabbing your waist to bring you to a kiss right before you pulled away and waved your finger at him. 

“Ahah if you wanna touch my lips again then it’s gonna cost you way more than just touching my waist Oh Sehun.” You smirked at him. He let out an impressed giggle before grabbing you by your waist and lifting you on his shoulder, one hand on your ass. He walked over to the dining table across the room and dropped you on the glass table, throwing the candle stands you had on the floor and sliding you further. He spread your legs apart with one brief action before standing still between your legs. “fine.” He said, looking at your underwear.

He grabbed your underwear and roughly tore them apart, letting out a growl. Grabbing your hips, he slid you closer to his body and it only took 2 seconds before you could feel his tongue on your clit. He didn’t go easy at all. He flicked his tongue on your clit, teasing at first but giving in faster than you. He attached his lips on your heat and sucked on your clit while swirling circles around it. He bit it slightly, earning a loud moan from you as you arched your back and grabbed his hair. You could feel his smirk against your opening right before he licked it and entered his 3 fingers in. pumping hard back and forth until you finally graced him with another moan, trying to hold in to not let him enjoy himself too much. He crawled all the 3 and hit that spot in you he knew all too well. 

Another moan took you by surprise; you closed your eyes and shouted “FUCK” at the top of your lungs, encouraging him to continue. But it wasn’t a surprise to you when you felt emptiness again. He pulled his fingers out and stood still in front of your burning heat again. “Get up.” He said, panting. You sat up on the table and shot him a look, not doing as he said. You saw him flick his tongue and move his head from side to side slightly impressed from your persistence.

He grabbed your thighs and pulled you to his body. You raised your eyebrow at him, looking at his now hard cock. “See something you like?” he smirked at you. “Yeah” you said, he smirked again. “My lonely bubble tea that I didn’t get to finish” you giggled. His smirked dropped at your sound and his grip on your thighs hardened. He grabbed your waist and slid his lower body between your legs, expecting you to wrap your legs around his waist again like always, but at his surprise you didn’t. Instead you swung your legs in the air, shooting him an innocent puppy eyed look in your eyes. You knew exactly how to play him. 

Approaching your lips, intending to kiss you roughly, you turned your head away and blocked him with your hand. “It’s a shame you think that little tongue game of yours is enough for me” you laughed in his furious face. “My bad” he let out and pulled his jeans down, shoving his entire length in you in one sharp go. An instinct made you grab his shoulder with your fingers, leaving white marks all over it from the sudden pain.  He began to move his hips against yours, grabbing your thigh with one hand and his other hand busy on your clit again. His thrusts were rough and desperate almost like he was aching for you. His dick thirsty for you those past 3 weeks.  

Dropping his head back and moaning your name, the grip on your thigh marking blue marks all over. You could feel his hand giving up on your clit until you finally felt that spot you liked so much. Stars in your eyes and a ball of warmth in your stomach, you came breathing out a warm moan against his ear. He came too and made sure that you knew what name came out of his lips.

Avoiding his lips once more, you got up from his embrace and headed straight to the shower. He leaned his hands against your dining room table, panting and shaking his head at your actions. A dark thought dawned his mind and he was not ready to give up just yet. Not until he got to taste your lips.

You got into the shower, facing the wall and striking a smile at your actions. Before you could turn on the water, you felt a hand on yours. Turning on the cold water, it hit your back and you hissed at the sudden sensation. Before you could notice, you were pinned against the wall face on. His lips reached your ear and hands gracing your curves until they got to your hips, gripping them tightly, tighter than his earlier grip on your thighs. His cock stroked your entrance and without any words he entered you again. He pinned both your arms against the wet wall and bit your neck, drawing hickies all over it. 

His thrusts were even worse this time. He was really desperate and you could feel your walls responding. You let yourself let loose and you let your head drop back on the crook of his neck. He looked at you once before he sped his hips and went even deeper in. working on your G spot with a couple hits and your entire body gave in against the wall. He let his cock enjoy your orgasm a little longer before you felt his warm cum on your back, being washed away by the cold stream from the shower head.

Sehun turned you around to face him, pinning your back against the wall. He kept his gaze on your lips, not letting anything else distract him. “What’s the cost?” he asked seriously. “This thing” you pointed your finger between the both of you. “Is on my terms now.” You said, keeping your gaze on his lips too. Your eyelids closed as you felt the touch of his lips against yours. Kissing you passionately, his lips cold and wet from the water and drops falling from his chin, he gave into you.

i’ve drowned myself so many times to give
the world what it wants out of me.
i remember when i was 9 years old and i thought this older girl in my Sunday
school class was cute.
i hide it very well.
i couldn’t let the world know i admired the two curves that graced her chest.
i drowned myself.
i remember hearing the other girls in middle school giggle over their boy crushes.
the vibrations “whose yours?” were thrown at me so many times only to be met
with my uncomfortable silence.
i drowned myself.
i’m in high school now and i’ve been asked
“you got a boyfriend?” so many times.
the waves of truth thrash against my throat crying to be set free
i just smile and say no.
i drown myself.
—  some things don’t change with time
Saturday / Masamune x MC

Week 1


He doesn’t know it yet, but in the moment it takes for the glass to pierce the floor, splintering in graceful curves, and nicking at table legs before stopping at her feet, Lord Date Masamune falls in love.

It comes out of nowhere and his mind scrambles to catch it, still not used to the speed at which his thoughts change whenever her apron teases too close to his fingers. He should really be going, judging by the sun’s shadow crawling in through the slit at the entrance where the fabric sways against the breeze.

A dragonfly hums above, its buzzing an alarm, a constant reminder. He stays all the same and drinks her in, wondering why the part of him that makes no sense and has no right fixates at the curve of her neck when he should be on his knees, helping. He steels himself to scrape his chair back, but the moment she looks up, shard in hand and her frown blazing into his face like a gush of wind, his courage deflates so suddenly it leaves him lurching.

Oh no, he thinks, oh no, and there’s a roar in his ears. His brain doesn’t know the proper protocol for pretty girls who look straight into his eye, so he’s caught wrestling between getting up and leaving and never showing his face again, or clenching his jaw so he doesn’t blush hard enough to give himself away.

There’s not enough time to make a decision before she’s there, fingers squeezing, urging him up and away, fussing over him without crowding too close.

“Are you all right, milord? Please be careful.”

Amidst the flurry her hand flutters against his in a movement so small it barely registers on her face, but he’s flying back, almost crashing into the table behind him and dislodging it where it stands. He steadies it on reflex, no longer meeting her gaze.

“Don’t get too close!” he chokes out.

He knows it’s harsh the second she stills. Something unpleasant squeezes around his heart. Oh no, he thinks again, oh no, and forces himself to relax, smoothing his face into something akin to softness, hard as it may be for the One-Eyed Dragon.

He should be going. He can hear Kojuro’s urgency. In that moment he’s grateful neither he nor his cousin are here.

The moment stretches on and it becomes a moment too long, a moment he’s lost forever, until he spies, out of nowhere, the slight lift of her mouth, like the sun peeking out after a storm. Then a short breath before her lips bite together. Her face scrunches up, and he can tell whatever she’s doing it’s clearly a losing battle.

The most surprising thing happens then: she breaks and a burst of laughter escapes. High and clipped, a sound of pure delight. And he’s just standing there for the fool that he is, letting the sound wash over him, feeling it stream inside and pooling at the pit of his stomach.

It warms him to his core.

So he lets go.

And in the moment it takes for Lord Date Masamune to cough into his sleeve, eyes twinkling and cheeks tinged with fire, hiding the little, shy smile that lights up his whole face, a chef’s daughter falls in love.

She just doesn’t know it yet.

Week 1: Masterpost


Character/Pairing: Sam x Reader
Emotion: Hot
Random word: Green
Requested by: anonymous
A/N: *fans self*

You paced back and forth across the floor in the library. “What if–no, that won’t work… How about we just–” you cut yourself off again with a muttered expletive.

Sam let out a soft laugh and you looked over at him. 

“What?” you asked, your cheeks coloring a little. 

“Nothing,” he said quietly. He didn’t look away. 

You bit your bottom lip. “Obviously, not nothing,” you said. Your eyes flitted over his face. “Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked, your heart skipping, no… leaping over more than one beat.

A smile touched the corners of his eyes. “Like what?” he asked softly.

Your face grew more warm and it bloomed out into your chest. “I–I don’t know,” you said. “Like that.”

“Am I not allowed to look at you now?”

His expression was making you feel dizzy and you crossed the space between the two of you quickly and sank down onto the couch near him, genuinely worried your knees were about to buckle. “I didn’t say that,” you said. His eyes were still searching your face and he pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth, his eyes crinkling again in a smile. You gulped. “You’re not allowed to do that, though,” you said, and it came out in a whisper, suddenly creating an intimate atmosphere.

“Do what?” Sam asked.

“…Bite your lip like that.”

His smile grew wider. “Then you aren’t either,” he said. 

Your heart was pounding in your chest and you realized with surprise you had just repeated the same action. “Oh.”

The air between the two of you crackled with electricity and it felt both like and eternity and a flash that you held each others gaze before Sam crashed into you, his strong hands pulling you against him, his lips setting you on fire. One of his hands pressed the small of your back, pulling you closer, the other tangled in your hair, slid to your waist. He clasped your face, his thumb trailing across your jawline, down the graceful curve of your neck.

You kissed him back eagerly, your heart fluttering. You were in disbelief; this was happening. You bit at his bottom lip playfully, both of you breaking into abashed smiles, your chest and cheeks glowing. He pressed his forehead against yours and looked into your bright eyes. “You are allowed to do that,” he whispered breathlessly. He leaned over you and you fell back against the couch. He was kissing you again hungrily, his hips pressing into yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck and were lost in him… 

They Work in Mysterious Ways

Originally posted by asosyalbey

Harry Potter x Soulmate!Reader, James Potter x Lily Evans, mentions of unrequited Severus Snape x Lily Evans, Sirius Black

Length: 1585 words

Warnings: female!reader, another take on soulmates, au, mentions of pureblood misogyny, tons of gifs, vague, combination angst and fluff

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Creepypasta #1135: I Believe In Goatman

Length: Long

Goatman lives. I know it. I remember, the first time I heard a story about him, I didn’t believe it. Ghosts, I believed in. Spirits, sure. But a half man, half goat creature that wandered the woods and terrorized people? This was too much, even for my fertile imagination.

My grandfather grew up in Northern Ontario, where his family worked in the mining industry. He was the first one who ever told me about Goatman. One bitterly cold winter, when he was just a boy, a huge snowstorm blew through the area.

He remembered, at dinnertime, his father talking about how, when he was making his way home after gathering some firewood in the woods, he saw in the distance the figure of a man walking through the forest, bent against the wind and snow. He had called to him, but received no answer. Everyone thought it was a wandering vagrant, or someone who had gotten lost as the storm blew up, and was searching for shelter.

That night, though, Grandpa said that his family had woken up and seen what looked like a man walking around the house, looking in the windows. Come morning, they went to check it out. Instead of fresh human boot or shoe prints in the snow, they saw cloven hoof-prints. And that’s where the story ended. His story, anyway.

My grandparents had moved a couple of hours away from that area, and I grew up living next door to them, in a gold mining town. I am an only child, and my best friend was my cousin, Tanya, who lived in the same town. We’d spend every summer in the woods around my grandparents and my house. Those woods had a magical quality to them. They felt extremely safe and wholesome, like the Hundred Acre Wood from Winnie the Pooh or something. We’d play for hours in those woods, pretending we were Celtic princesses, or pioneer women. But one day, we wandered a little too far.

This was Northern Ontario, so our entire town was surrounded by bush and rock, being part of the Canadian shield. Not far beyond the safe, happy-feeling woods behind my grandparent’s house was the lake the town had taken its name from. When I was little, it was a beautiful spot, but the mine had drained it do some exploration. A chain link fence surrounded the perimeter and our parents had always warned us not to go near there – it could be really dangerous.

Tanya was a show-off. At sixteen years old she was only one year ahead of me, but boy did she lord it over me. She was petite, with graceful curves, blonde hair, blue eyes and a flawless complexion. Boys fawned over her. I, on the other hand, was an awkward fifteen year old, with thick, long brown hair, glasses, braces and an acne problem. She was sweet, and always told me I was pretty and helped me to feel better about myself, but she made no secret that she thought she was drop dead gorgeous.

Tanya was also a lot more worldly than me. I was bookish, naive, and didn’t have experience with boys. She’d already had several boyfriends and had tried smoking and drinking – two things I refused to do. So, it didn’t surprise me when she said we should travel down to the fence that bordered the drained-out lake and flash the few guys who would be sitting in their diggers that were working there.

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The spectacular new camera installed on NASA’s Hubble Space Telescope during Servicing Mission 4 in May has delivered the most detailed view of star birth in the graceful, curving arms of the nearby spiral galaxy M83.

Nicknamed the Southern Pinwheel, M83 is undergoing more rapid star formation than our own Milky Way galaxy, especially in its nucleus. The sharp “eye” of the Wide Field Camera 3 (WFC3) has captured hundreds of young star clusters, ancient swarms of globular star clusters, and hundreds of thousands of individual stars, mostly blue supergiants and red supergiants.

The image, taken in August 2009, provides a close-up view of the myriad stars near the galaxy’s core, the bright whitish region at far right.

WFC3’s broad wavelength range, from ultraviolet to near-infrared, reveals stars at different stages of evolution, allowing astronomers to dissect the galaxy’s star-formation history.

The image reveals in unprecedented detail the current rapid rate of star birth in this famous “grand design” spiral galaxy. The newest generations of stars are forming largely in clusters on the edges of the dark dust lanes, the backbone of the spiral arms. These fledgling stars, only a few million years old, are bursting out of their dusty cocoons and producing bubbles of reddish glowing hydrogen gas.

The excavated regions give a colorful “Swiss cheese” appearance to the spiral arm. Gradually, the young stars’ fierce winds (streams of charged particles) blow away the gas, revealing bright blue star clusters. These stars are about 1 million to 10 million years old. The older populations of stars are not as blue.

A bar of stars, gas, and dust slicing across the core of the galaxy may be instigating most of the star birth in the galaxy’s core. The bar funnels material to the galaxy’s center, where the most active star formation is taking place. The brightest star clusters reside along an arc near the core.

The remains of about 60 supernova blasts, the deaths of massive stars, can be seen in the image, five times more than known previously in this region. WFC3 identified the remnants of exploded stars. By studying these remnants, astronomers can better understand the nature of the progenitor stars, which are responsible for the creation and dispersal of most of the galaxy’s heavy elements.

M83, located in the Southern Hemisphere, is often compared to M51, dubbed the Whirlpool galaxy, in the Northern Hemisphere. Located 15 million light-years away in the constellation Hydra, M83 is two times closer to Earth than M51.

Object Name: M83

Image Type: Astronomical

Credit: NASA, ESA, and the Hubble Heritage Team (STScI/AURA)

Acknowledgment: R. O'Connell (University of Virginia) and the Wide Field Camera 3 Science Oversight Committee

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#55- No Foreplay (Sam x Rowena)

Requested anonymously for my kink list (master list here).

Word Count: 1400

Warnings: smut, rough sex

A/N: A pairing I’ve never written before! It was a lot of fun! Hope you enjoy! XOXO

“I told you, Rowena. That’s not an option.” Sam glares at her, trying hard to hold on to the temper he’s dangerously close to losing.

“And I told you, giant. It’s the only option.” Rowena returns his glare, every bit as heated as his own, and he sighs, defeated.

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Disney Class 02: Movement

Okay, I’m back.

Movement and how you present yourself is 90% of the whole thing.

First off, HANDS.

Hands are everything. I’ve been spotted as a “professional/party princess” outside of costume by people because of how I hold my hands. 

Ballet hands y’all, index finger up, middle finger down, ring finger somewhere in the middle and pinkie finger out.

Hands should be delicate and soft, think of them like ripples of water, they complete each movement just a few second after your wrist/arm. 

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The Greatest Thing You’ll Ever Learn

So since my blog got deleted, over the next few weeks I’ll be reposting most of my old one shots. 


A Lieutenant Duckling AU loosely based on the film Moulin Rouge. But with a happy ending.

Word Count: ~8k

The greatest thing you’ll ever learn, is just to love, and be loved in return.


“I’m joining the Navy, father, with Liam.”

Davey Jones glowered at his son. “Fine, if you want to throw your life away, serving the king, instead of earning a good living at the shop, then so be it. Just don’t come back here complaining to me because the life of a penniless sailor wasn’t as good as you thought it would be.”

That was the last time Killian Jones saw his father.


“Bring her in, lads,” called Captain Liam Jones called to the crew as the eased the Jewel of the Realm into port.

The docked near a small town on the outskirts of Belle and Rumplestiltskin’s kingdom. Montmartre it was called.

Belle’s kingdom had an alliance with Queen Snow White and King David’s Kingdom, so the Jewel and its crew received civil welcome.

The local dance hall and pub was an establishment by the name of the Rouge, and it was where the gentlemen, sailors, officers and the like went if they had an empty evening to fill.

The star of the Rouge was a woman called the Sparkling Diamond, and it was rumored that she was the most beautiful woman in all the realms.

The crew of the Jewel was eager to have an evening off after weeks at sea.

“Here,” said Liam, tossing his younger brother some fine garments that they had procured at a foreign port.

“What is this for?” asked Killian.

The Rouge is a gentlemen’s club, and you should look the part.“

"Everyone else is wearing their naval garb,” said Killian.

“Yes, but your uniform needs to be tailored. You’ll wear this. Who knows, you might catch the eye of the Sparkling Diamond.”

Killian grinned nervously. “One can only hope.”

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jealous — selena gomez & kendall jenner.


She was beautiful. Completely, utterly beautiful. The first time I met her, I was nearly starstruck by Kendall’s toned, endless legs, her alluring doe eyes and that million dollar grin of hers. She laughed with a carefree attitude, her shoulders held high and radiating a confidence that I could never live up to. I’d taken more than enough shots that night, but above all, I’d been drunk off her beauty. 

But when we spoke, she looked past me, smiled at the boy whose arms curled around my waist effortlessly. They joked and laughed without the slightest notion of my presence, her head resting on his shoulder at a particularly raunchy joke or his elbow lightly jabbing into her like friends who’d never even heard of distance.  

Of course, I wasn’t an idiot. Any sensible girlfriend could notice the lingering touches when their hands brushed, or the long stares full of either lust or love, you’d never know. I’d seen the steamy texts. I’d read up on all of vivid details of heads between legs and tight cunts wrapped around a cock that I’d not touched in months. 

And what was most hilarious was that I far from knew who I was more jealous of; Kendall, who got to hold my boyfriend in her arms after a night of sweaty sex, or Justin, who got to hear her moans fall from her lips, get to see her in all her bare glory, oozing pure seduction. Hell, the thought of the two of them tangled in silk sheets was enough to get myself off on late nights of restless bustling in my bed. I imagined it was Kendall’s fingers delving into my pussy as I pumped in and out stealthily, called her name as I came with lightning in the back of my eyelids. 

But I drew the line at my birthday party. It was my special day. With the release of a new single and a tight dress pulling out each and every curve that graced my form, it was my night to have the spotlight hit the highlight on my face, let all eyes fall on me; let Justin remember who I was and why he’d wanted me in the first place. 

They were so blatantly flirtatious as usual, her ass oh so innocently pressed up against his cock through the white pants I’d bought him for the occasion, his hands around her waist as he whispered what could only be assumed as sweet nothings in her ear. I watched on jealously, how they clung to each other like they were the only two people in the world. One shot become two, and soon enough I could barely remember my own name, much less theirs. 

Kendall tore herself away from the dance floor for a bathroom break, effortlessly floating through the crowd of densely packed bodies without breaking a sweat, and something in me willed myself to follow the golden goddess. I entered the empty room and shut the door with a silent click, my digits nimbly locking the door behind me to make sure she couldn’t escape this impromptu confrontation. What I’d say was yet to be decided, but I knew it was now or never. 

As soon as the girl left the bathroom stall, I cleared my throat, voicing my presence. She turned her head and took me in, that brilliant grin of hers appearing per usual. 

“Selena.” The model drawled out coyly, her hands letting the flow of the sink wash over them before drying off. 

“You and Justin seem awfully cozy tonight.” I announced drunkenly, and even in this state, I could hear the aggression dripping off my every word. She simply shrugged it off as she approached me, her lean body towering over mine. Even so, I stood my ground. 

“He’s my best friend.” She stated, her tone matter of fact and final. I shook my head, my hand resting between her breasts to gently push her back. For a moment, I caught a shocked expression register on her face, but it was gone as quick as it came. 

“Don’t play stupid, Kendall. I know you guys are fucking.” I spat out, continuously shoving her backwards until she hit the opposite wall. Her teeth sank into a plump bottom lip, but I felt the pent up rage in my boiling and ignored it. 

“You’re quite the dirty slut, though.” I comment as an afterthought, and before I can even realize what I’m doing, I feel my dress pool at my ankles. I’d unzipped it without realizing, and had now moved onto the red strapless that clung to her tanned skin, pulling it down enough to expose a bare chest. She seemed unfazed by this, only watching my movements with hungry eyes. 

“Aren’t I? Telling him how I’d look with his cock in my mouth.” She was egging me on, furthering my rage, and I couldn’t understand why. My fingers found a nipple, harshly squeezing it until it hardened under my touch. I watched as her gaze darkened with lust, eagerly following my orders as I pushed her head down to the ground. 

Kendall seemed to get the jist of what I was intending to get her to do, and looked up at me through those same doe eyes of hers, waiting for the order to begin. I snapped the hem of my panties, brows raising. 

“Well, if that mouth lives up to its expectations, you better start putting it to use, darling.” I barked as best as I could without letting a giggle fall past my lips, watching as her fingers delicately slipped the lace off my body, even gently teasing me as her nails barely dragged against my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. 

My legs spread a little, and even though I knew my intentions were out of pure spite and jealousy, I couldn’t help but feel the lust everyone else did around the rising model. It was just enough for her to get her head in and have a taste at my dripping cunt. I’d show her who was on top around here. 

Kendall’s fingers ran through my slick folds once to test it all out, and I instantly shivered at the slightest touch. Shameful to admit, but it’d been a while since anything other than my dildos had been anywhere near. Ever since Justin had found a friend in Kendall, it was goodbye to my sex life. 

Her head leans forward, latching onto my clit while she continued to tease my cunt, sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves eagerly like the slut I knew she was. I bit down on my bottom lip to keep from crying out in pleasure, not wanting to show any sign of weakness right from the get go. Instead, I busied myself my leaning a hand against the wall to keep myself stable as her fingers circled my entrance, the other tangling itself in her soft locks to keep her in place. 

“Does my pussy taste good, bitch?” I cooed as a couple digits slipped into my dripping cunt, stretching me out. I almost lost it right then and there, a loud whine of pleasure escaping from deep within me. Kendall only smirked as her tongue worked my clit, nodding her head in answer. Unsatisfied with it, I tugged on her hair quite roughly, causing her head to bob marvelously against my clit. 

“Answer, slut.” I growled shakily as her fingers pumped in and out of me steadily, curling up to hit my g-spot and earning another moan from me. 

“Yes, Selena. Your pussy is so sweet.” She replied, her tongue running along my folds to get her fair share of my cum to prove her point. I finally relented a little, staying quiet as she picked up her pace and began to pound into my sensitive cunt, hitting a spot that left stars burned into the backs of my eyelids. The only sound other than the slick movements of her fingers buried deep inside me was my moans. 

She sucked on my clit eagerly, a third finger adding itself into the mix of pure pleasure. She’d been right about one thing; her mouth worked magic on my pussy. I could understand why Justin was so fond of it as I watched her between my legs, pulling out every move in the book until my legs were practically shaking and I was dying to cum. 

“I’m so close, fuck.” I cry out, pushing her head deeper into me if it was possible. One of Kendall hand’s held my hips, nails digging deep into my skin and bringing pain into the mix of pleasure, the other pumping in and out of my wildly and edging me closer and closer to what I craved so deeply. 

With a couple more thrusts, I fell over the edge, Kendall’s name coming out of my mouth in a cry of pleasure, my hips rocking wildly back and forth as I rode her fingers through my high. Kendall eagerly lapped up all of my juices as they spilled out of me, some dribbling down her chin and some simply dripping down my legs in its abundance. 

When I finally finished my orgasm, Kendall pulled her fingers out of me, letting them dip between a pair of pretty pink lips while she sucked them clean and free of any remaining juices like the good little slut she was. 

I drop down on my knees in front of the model, motioning for her to sit flat on her ass and spread her legs for me. 

“Let’s see how wet fucking me made you, slut. I bet you’re absolutely dripping and eager for me to get deep in that slutty little cunt of yours.” Kendall obeyed, and I immediately eyed her perfect cunt as she spread her legs to show me she’d gone without panties tonight. Her cum practically glistened off her slick folds, and my mouth watered at the sight. 

“Tsk, good sluts wear panties, Kenny.” I chastised, leaning back on my hands. 

“You’re practically cumming already, K.” I purr out playfully, though I’m sure it was slurred and sloppy in reality with how many shots I’d taken. 

“Do you wanna fuck that tight little pussy of yours?” I ask, and she nods, teeth sinking into her lip. From just tonight I could tell Kendall was a dirty little cockslut sub, and that she’d only found pleasure in my commands. I motioned for her to bring her fingers to her own cunt and give me a little show, and she does just that. 

One of her hands finds her clit, aggressively rubbing the little bundle of nerves while the other palmed at her perky little tits, squeezing the flesh and bringing herself pleasure. She was absolutely oozing of sex as I watched, the simplicity of her movements only making it all that much hotter. 

“Mmf, Selena.” She moaned out as she lightly tugged her clit, her eyes falling shut to enjoy the pleasure. Seeing her going at it had only made me want a second round, so following her movements, my legs spread out on the bathroom floor, knees bent, and I went in a second time, my fingers delving into myself. 

“That’s right, Kendall, fuck that tight pussy for me.” I pant out as I thrusted into myself, watching as she easily slipped a couple digits inside of herself. Her cunt wrapped around them, and I could just imagine how positively tight that cunt of hers was, a moan escaping from myself at just the thought. 

“You’re so good to my pussy, ‘Lena.” She whimpers out as she steadily fucks in and out of herself, continuing to palm at her tits. I nodded my head in agreement despite knowing she wasn’t watching me, curling my fingers up to hit that sweet spot that made me cry out in pure pleasure. 

“You’re such a dirty slut, fucking yourself on my bathroom floor. Anyone could walk in and see you with your cunt all out on display, baby.” I moaned out, hips rocking onto my fingers eagerly while my other hand made itself useful in kneading my clit. The mixture of sensations with absolutely divine and I spoke through broken whimpers of pleasure. 

She slips a third in, stretching herself thin as a loud cry escapes from those plump lips of hers. And with the addition to that, she begins to pound into herself, pumping in and out harshly. The sound of skin slapping against skin as purely slutty and sexy. 

“Selena, I’m close, I’m so fucking close.” She breathes out, finally opening her eyes to watch me. There we sat in mutual masturbation, fingers deep in our cunts and begging to get that sweet relief. I merely smirked, removing my fingers from myself and holding up a finger to motion her to stop. 

But she didn’t. Against my wishes, she continued to drill into herself rapidly until I watched her eyes roll to the back of her head as her body shook violently, cum literally squirting out of her cunt. All the while she pounded into herself, furthering that high while my name fell off her lips. 

“Oh, fuck me good Sel, I’m squirting for you.” She cries out, and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as I crawl closer to her, stopping her actions.

“Did I say you could cum, bitch?” I growl out, a menacing look growing in my eyes. She shakes her head, though a knowing smirk comes on her face. She’d intended to go against my orders. The bitch apparently wanted to get punished. 

I shoved her legs as far apart as I could, getting up close and personal with her cunt as possible. Dipping my head forward, my tongue ran a long lick along her cunt, lapping up all the remaining cum that dribbled down her legs. She moaned in pleasure, her eyes closing and in that moment my hand came down on her pussy, a loud smack filling the air. 

At the sudden shock, her legs shot up as well as her hips, a loud whimper escaping. 

“Punish me, Selena, I’m such a naughty slut.” She pants, begging for another. I chuckle, delivering a second spanking to her little cunt, being sure to get my hand up real close to her clit. A third and fourth soon followed before I deemed she’d had enough, leaning back. 

“Get on your knees, bitch.” I command, and she follows, getting on all fours while her ass stuck out in the air for me. I delivered a couple spankings to her asscheeks before spreading them apart, leaning forward and dipping my tongue in. It ran along the rim of her asshole, listening as she moaned. 

I spit on it, and eventually her hole softened. Once I deemed she was ready, I slipped two fingers into her tight little asshole, feeling it stretch around me marvelously. Kendall whined in pleasure, pressing her ass further into my hands. 

“You like that, Ken? Want my fingers deep in your ass?” She only nodded in reply, her fingers finding her clit while I began to slowly pump in and out of her asshole. I was giving her time to adjust around my fingers. 

Again, I spit on her asshole to ease the process heavily, my fingers working numbers on her. 

“I bet Justin loves it when you let his cock in your ass, hm?” I mutter out, beginning to pick up speed once I deemed she was ready for it. My fingers took no break, going from steady pumping to harsh pounding. Kendall jolted with every thrust, vigorously rubbing her clit. 

“He likes to feel how tight and hot you are in here, fuck you from behind with your face shoved deep in a pillow?” I egged on, my free hand beginning to fuck myself once more. I wanted us to cum together, a memory that would be engraved in my mind for the next time I flew solo. 

My fingers rammed in and out of both of us, curling up to hit my sweet spot. Our moans nearly harmonized as we both took in the pleasure. 

“Yes, Selena, fuck me, baby, please.” Sure that she was still sensitive from her last orgasm, I had no doubt that a second would come faster than the first, and worked eagerly to fuck us both to release. 

“Does me fingering this slutty asshole make you wanna cum, Kenny?” I inquired, and she moans in response. 

“I’m so close, Sel, please, please, please.” She begs, and with a couple more thrusts, Kendall cums a second time. Watching her back arch into me while I pumped into her triggered a second orgasm in myself as well, my thrusts becoming sloppy while we both rode out our highs. 

Once we finished up, Kendall turned to face me, and I brought the fingers that had been in my cunt to her lips. She sucked them clean before I slipped my dress on, standing up to look at my appearance in the mirror and adjust myself. 

“You look like a hot mess.” I spat out to her, looking at her sex hair and her wrinkled little cocktail dress. She only smiled up at me, that million dollar smile lazy and easygoing. I sneered in return, making my way to the bathroom door to go back to my party. 

“There’s a camera up in the corner.” I point to the tiny little gadget as I unlock the bathroom door, smirking. 

“Stay away from my boyfriend or the tape gets released to the presses.” I finalize, and out the door I go to enjoy my party. 

A/N: HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY, MY LITTLE SMUTTY KITTENS! I’m so proud of myself for keeping this blog around, and so thankful to each and every one of my followers, whether you’ve been here since my first smut or my latest. I put a lot of work into this particular smut and even tried a bit of anal play, so I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! 

Art and Archie

Word count: 2582

Warning(s): Drinking and like one swear word

Pairings: ArchiexReader, just in case that wasn’t obvious from the title.

Request:  Plus size reader x Archie? But the reader is an artist and focuses on painting with gouache and watercolors and graphite sketches in her sketchbooks.And she always draws herself the way she thinks she appears, like, feels ugly, and then Archie finds it and tells her its not true and all? and she needs to paint a portrait to get into an art school and wants to paint Archie? And, by the way, maybe include fluffy smut that inspires her? Arggh its very specific but I hope you dont mind! Thankiee luv

Author’s Note: Sorry this took so long! Also I can’t draw for shit so idk anything about art but I tried my best! Hope you like it! 

Your hands moved swiftly, decorating the page with graceful strokes and elegant curves. You were drawing yourself again. Well, more like drawing how you saw yourself. It started out with you doing self-portraits but then you got a little creative and started drawing yourself as things or people you imagined yourself to be.

You had drawn yourself as an elephant, an ugly dragon, Ursula from the Little Mermaid and a million other things, with your own personalized touch. You didn’t plan on showing the drawings to anyone though.

Today, you were a hippopotamus. But not a regular hippopotamus, of course. A hippopotamus that had midnight blue skin and wore a pale white dress along with white hippopotamus shoes. It had stars all over its body, stars that were golden and silver.

You tried to make the hippopotamus as pretty as you possibly could, adding as many details as you could. But nothing could make it beautiful. Just like nothing could ever make you beautiful.

You were about to punch a hole through your sketchbook when you felt someone sit down next to you. You immediately slammed the sketch book shut and stuffed it into your bag before turning to look at the intruder.

“Seriously?” Archie rolled his eyes. “Why don’t you ever let me see what you’re drawing?”

“Because I don’t want to.” You said bluntly.

“Are you not showing me because you’re drawing weird Japanese porn?” He asked, nudging your side.

“Yes. Yes, I am.” You said, and you couldn’t help the small laugh that slipped out of you. “How’d you guess?”

“Do you want to come have lunch with me and my friends?” Archie asked, smiling at you.

“My friends and I.” You corrected, pulling a bag of chips out of your bag. “And no, thank you.”

“Why not?” He asked.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “Just don’t feel like it.”

“Do you not like them?” He asked, making you frown. You turned to look at him. “I didn’t say that, Archie.” You said before shoving a chip into your mouth. You held the bag out to Archie, who grabbed a handful.

“But you never hang out with them.” He protested.

“Don’t I?” You asked, pretending to be surprised. Archie rolled his eyes before shaking his head at you.

“Veronica’s throwing a party tonight. You should come.” He said.

“Why?” You asked, looking away from him.

“Because it’ll be fun. And you can finally, y’know, talk to my friends.” He teased, grinning.

“Whatever, Andrews.” You mumbled. “You should get back to your friends, though. I bet they’re looking for you.”

“You’re probably right.” He said, standing up and swinging his backpack over his shoulder. “Will you go to the party?” He asked.

“I’ll think about it.” You smiled, shrugging.

“Alright, then.” He smiled back. “See you tonight, (Y/N).”

You watched him turn around and walk away before grabbing your sketchbook again. You pulled out the thin slip of paper you had printed out, which you kept in between the pages.

The NY School of Arts. The most prestigious art school in the country. You had wanted to go there for as long you could remember and now, you were finally going to apply. Archie had helped you with almost everything, helping you make decisions and being a great friend. You were required to send in your portfolio, an essay on ‘your journey with art’, your credentials and a portrait. You had almost all of those things done, except for the portrait. You had to send in that application within the end of the month and you had no idea who to draw. You groaned internally.

You flipped to your most recent drawing: the hippopotamus. You stared at it for a while, at all the work you put into it. Obviously, you couldn’t send this in. You sighed and closed it again.

What place did a hippopotamus occupy in this world?


You ended up deciding to go to the party. You didn’t want to but Archie had spammed you with texts, threatening to kill you or steal your sketchbook or never speak to you again if you didn’t show up. So you decided what the hell, might as well go. Maybe you’d even find someone who you wanted to draw.

After scouring social media for a while, you gathered some vague details about the party. It was a sort of semi-formal affair. From what the majority of the girls were posting, you figured out the dress code was something shimmery/glittery/shiny/sparkly or something similar. You had to search your closet for hours before you found something that would be okay.

You were now wearing a sleeveless, shimmery gold dress that reached your knees, with black leggings underneath it along with a black jacket and a pair of black heeled boots you stole from your sister’s closet. You hadn’t spent much time on your hair, just deciding to let it do it’s thing, and you tried to make your makeup look pretty and glowy.

After one final look in the mirror, you decided that was as good as it would get and grabbed your bag, which contained your sketchbook, phone, and makeup.

Veronica didn’t live far from you, only about 10 minutes away. As you stood in front of her house, fiddling with the strap of your bag, you could hear the loud music and the voices coming from inside. You grimaced, the thought of social interaction making your stomach squeeze.

You had never been a girl with many friends, even though you had lived in Riverdale all your life. As the years went on, you eventually became the girl who was either invisible or picked on. So you stopped trying to talk to people and, instead, let yourself get sucked into your art. This was also the reason you weren’t keen on meeting Archie’s friends. You couldn’t stand the idea of being laughed at by them.

You mustered up your courage, walked up to the front door and rang the bell. You held your breath as the door opened to reveal a very beautiful, very drunk Veronica Lodge. “Oh my god!” She squealed when she saw you and immediately threw her arms around you. “(Y/N)! I can’t believe you came!”

You chuckled as she pulled away. “Neither can I, to be honest.”

“Archie!” Veronica shouted, looking around for him. She turned back to you, a glint in her eyes. “Come on, we gotta find Archie.”

“Um. Okay?” You responded as she grabbed your hand and dragged you into the house. You tried your best to dodge all the sweaty bodies that occupied the room.

“There you are!” Veronica yelled, leading you over to where Archie stood with Jughead and Betty. “Look who showed up!” She said, gesturing at you and grinning.

“(Y/N), you came!” Archie said, pulling you into a hug.

You laughed and dramatically placed a hand over your heart. “You just matter too much to me, Archibald.”

He rolled his eyes, but the smile didn’t leave his face. “You look really nice.”

“Thanks.” You blushed immediately. “You do too.”

Archie chuckled in response.

“Um, I’m gonna go get a drink.” You told him. “Do you want anything?”

“Yeah, I’ll just come with you.” Archie said. The two of you made your way over to the kitchen, Archie’s hand resting on the small of your back. You pretended not to notice but your heart was pounding in your chest. This boy….

Archie grabbed a beer and so did you, as you guessed beer was probably the official party drink. You placed your bag on the counter before hopping up to sit on it. Archie leaned on it next to you, his arm brushing the side of your thigh.

“So.” You took a sip of your drink. “What do we do at this party?”

“Well, we can dance. Or play some games. Or y’know, just talk, really.” Archie shrugged.

“I don’t like any of those options.” You wrinkled your nose, making him laugh.

“(Y/N)!!!” Veronica called out, appearing in the kitchen. “Come here!”

“Me?” You blinked.

She giggled. “Yeah, you.”

“Um, okay.” You hopped off the counter, turning to Archie. “Be right back?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, smiling. Just as you turned to leave, he quickly grabbed your hand. You raised an eyebrow at him. “When you get back…” He paused to lick his lips. “Do you maybe want to dance?”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Okay.”

“Okay.” He responded. He quickly leaned forward, brushing his lips over your cheek.  

“Um, okay.” You let out a breathless laugh as he pulled away, his cheeks just as red as yours. You couldn’t stop smiling as you made your way over to Veronica.

“What’s up?” You asked her.

“Shhh.” She leaned forward, pressing a finger to your lips, her face dangerously close to yours and making you question your sexuality. “Not here.”

She grabbed your hand again before leading you to her room, where Betty stood with her arms crossed over her chest. She rolled her eyes when she saw Veronica. “Honestly, Ronnie, I don’t see the point of all this.”

“She has to know, B!” Veronica said dramatically.

“Don’t you think she already does?” Betty chuckled. “It’s pretty obvious.”

“Um, wait.” You interjected. “What do I have to know, or already know?”

Veronica leaned close to you again. “Archie likes you!” She said in a hushed whisper.

“Oh.” You said. “Oh, um, I don’t—um, okay?”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t know!” Betty looked at you in disbelief.

“I didn’t know!” You exclaimed. “I just, I never really thought…I mean, he’s Archie Andrews!”

“And he’s liked you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), ever since he first spoke to you.” Betty grinned at you.

“This isn’t funny.” You crossed your arms over your chest. “Are you guys just mocking me?“

“What?” Betty and Veronica chorused.

“Ha, ha, guys, great joke.” You rolled your eyes.  

“Why do you think we’re joking?” Betty almost looked amused.

“I think you already know.” You snapped. This was the exact reason you hadn’t wanted to come. People just enjoyed making fun of you.

“Get outta my way.” You mumbled, pushing them out of your way as you made your way to the door. You almost went home. But then you remembered…your stupid, stupid bag. You’d left it in the stupid kitchen, on the stupid counter, next to stupid Archie. You groaned as you made your way to the kitchen, only to find that neither Archie nor your bag was in there.

“Seriously?” You mumbled to yourself, as you moved through the crowd. You pulled your phone out and texted Archie, asking him where he was. When he didn’t respond after five minutes of waiting, you decided to go to a quieter place to call him. You made your way to the backyard and found Archie there. Hunched over with your sketchbook on his lap.

“Archie.” Your voice came out clear and deadly calm. “What the fuck are you doing?”

To your surprise, he didn’t slam it shut or make any excuses. “Looking at your art.” He responded.

“You know I don’t like when people see it.” You said through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, well, no wonder.” He said.

“What is that supposed to mean?” You asked, offended.

“No! No, I didn’t mean it like that.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Just come sit down, please.

You went over to sit down next to him and snatched the sketchbook out of his hands. “That was not cool, Archie.”

“I know.” He sighed again. “But I was curious.”

You didn’t respond.

“Why do you draw yourself like that?” He asked after a while.

“How do you know I’m drawing myself?” You asked, looking at your thighs.

“I could see the transition. You started with drawings of you and then like, they got sort of twisted? They’re still beautiful, of course. I mean, the actual art is beautiful but it’s clear that you’re choosing to draw yourself as something ugly. And it’s like, you try to make it pretty but you don’t really want to.” He rambled.

“It’s just…how I view myself.” You mumbled.

“Why?” He asked.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “Because it’s the way others think of me?”

“I don’t think of you like that.” His voice was soft, gentle.

“Whatever.” You mumbled, picking at the hem of your dress.

“(Y/N).” He said, taking your hand into his. “I don’t think you’re ugly at all.”

“Then what do you think?” You whispered, finally looking up to meet his eyes.

“I think you’re beautiful.” He said, his eyes boring into yours. “And I think that you’re ridiculous for not seeing how absolutely amazing you are. You’re so talented and creative and you’re the best artist I have ever known. You’re kind, even to people who don’t deserve your kindness. You’re a wonderful person, (Y/N), and I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.”

You couldn’t say anything—and you couldn’t stop looking at him. He was so beautiful. From his fiery red hair to his warm brown eyes to his soft pink lips. He was perfect. And there, under the moonlight, the sounds from the party a distant throb, you wanted to kiss him.

“Archie.” You breathed out. “Can I kiss you?”

He nodded, placing his hand on your cheek and tilting his head towards yours. The kiss was short; a few gentle brushes of his lips against yours. But, oh god, was it wonderful. You felt like you were filled with all the colours in the world and you were about to burst and spill out a rainbow. You were so happy. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been this happy.

You pulled away, resting your forehead against his. His thumb traced circles on your cheeks, his breathing a little uneven.

When you finally opened your eyes to look at him again, you broke out into the biggest smile. He smiled back.

“What?” He asked.

“Nothing.” You mumbled. “I just really, really like you.”

“That’s good. Because I really, really like you too.” He replied.

“Wow. Betty and Veronica weren’t lying.” You giggled. “You really do like me.”

“What?” Archie shot you a confused look.

“Nothing. Nothing at all.” You smiled again. You leaned towards him and rested your head on his shoulder, as he wrapped an arm around your waist. You didn’t speak.  You didn’t need to. This moment, under the stars, in the pale glow of the moonlight was something you never knew you craved until now.

As you looked at him again, you realized something. You’d been looking everywhere for inspiration but you’d forgotten about the person who’d helped you every step of the way.

“Archie?” You said.

“Yeah?” He responded, turning his head slightly to look at you.

“Can I draw you?” Your voice came out timid.

“Draw me?” He seemed confused.

“For my college application.” You explained.

“Wait, really?” He pulled away to stare at you.

“Yeah.” You looked down shyly. “I wanted to draw someone I really liked. Someone that made me happy.”

“And you’re choosing me?” A smile was slowly beginning to spread across his face.

“Yeah.” You smiled back.

“Okay. I mean, of course you can. I would love that!” He said, his voice now full of excitement.

“Thank you.” You responded, leaning in to kiss him again.

“(Y/N)?” Archie said once you pulled away.

You hummed softly in response.

“Draw me like one of your French girls.”



Prompt: I’m in LOVE with your writing! Seriously, it’s amazing. Can I request something? One where the reader lives in the Sanctuary with Negan and goes off on a run with a few people, but she gets hurt, (idk shot in the shoulder or something) and she tries to hide it from Negan but he finds out and gets mad that she hid it from him? But then they made up. Obviously. You don’t have to, I just love your writing so fricking much.

Ships: Negan x Reader
Words: 2,075
Warnings: Violence, Curse words, making out?

You were on a run with Dwight and a few other of the Saviours when you heard a noise. It wasn’t much, just the creak of a floorboard. You listened out to hear an accompanying moan or grunt with it. You didn’t hear anything. The noise had stopped and the only sounds you could hear were the other Saviours down checking other rooms and the thudding of your own heartbeat.

You raised your gun and held it at the mountain of cardboard boxes that you had yet to search. You flicked the safety latch with a small click as the gun was now live and dangerous. You slowly advanced on the boxes, half crouching. You kept your footfalls light on the rotting wooden floor.

You left footprints in the almost snow like dust on the floor as you walked toward the boxes. You were about three feet away when there was a loud, ear-splitting creak from the floorboard you stood on. Then several things happened at once.

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anonymous asked:

For the breakup au prompts, would you want to write, "you’re pretending we’re still together because my relatives will disprove of the break up so you’re being all sweet it’s reminding me of why i fell in love with you in the first place" for MC and Saeran? Bring the Saeran angst! >:D

A/N: For this one, Saeyoung and MC will be featured and it’ll be a Saeran x Reader, although it’ll be from Saeran’s perspective. :) Hope you don’t mind! 

I took way too long for this aaaahh I checked the word count and it’s like ~2.5k words??? Stop me. 

“So, how many children are you planning to have?”

“Saeyoung, I will murder you in your sleep.”

The older man cracked a huge grin, not taking his brother’s threat seriously. “Oh come on Saeran, you two are already engaged. What are you being so shy for?”

Saeran groaned in response, choosing to stuff his mouth with more rice instead of giving in to his brother’s annoying provocations. He could always count on Saeyoung to embarrass him at the worst possible times.

From the corner of his eye, he spotted her trying to contain her laughter as she chewed on her food, her cheeks round and cute because she tended to put too much food in her mouth at one go. Always said it was because MC’s cooking was the best.

“We haven’t thought that far yet,” she replied simply, which seemed enough to satisfy Saeyoung’s curiosity for now. The conversation continued between them, with MC now joining in. It had been a long while since they last saw her, hence the insistence of inviting her over to dinner today so they could all do some catching up.

Saeran tuned out of the conversation though, choosing to train his attention on the food laid out in front of him. He glanced a couple times at the clock hanging on the wall, finding that time was passing all too slowly for his liking. He just wanted this to be over as soon as possible, for the sake of his sanity more than anything else.

Bitterness filled him as his eyes came to rest on the engagement ring adorning her finger, and the one that was on his. It made his heart ache again, and he tore his eyes away from it, hating that he wanted to lay his hand over hers, squeeze it and feel its warmth like he used to do.

But he couldn’t touch her now. Not anymore, now that things had already ended between them, which was something Saeyoung and MC had yet to learn of.

Which was why he felt incredibly uncomfortable sitting next to her here at the dinner table, having a meal with his family as if nothing had gone completely awry. It was hard to act like they were still in love with each other, to act as if nothing had changed. If she felt the same way however, she didn’t show it. Right from the start, from when he invited her for this dinner to picking her up from her place and then bringing her to the apartment, she never showed signs of discomfort or awkwardness. She was just… her. Simple, innocent, happy.

As if nothing had changed.

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In another time and place

Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Ton Tumblr prompts 
Prompt 2- Eye contact
Soulmate au, angst


Here we are
Riding the sky
Painting the night with sun
You and I, Mirrors of light
Twin flames of fire
Lit in another time and place

I knew your name
I knew your face
Your love and grace
Past and present now embrace
Worlds collide in inner space
Unstoppable, the song we play

Burn the page for me
I cannot erase the time of sleep
I cannot be loved so set me free
I cannot deliver your love
Or caress your soul so
Turn that page for me
I cannot embrace the touch that you give
I cannot find solace in your words
I cannot deliver you your love
Or caress your soul

Age to age
I feel the call
Memory of future dreams
You and I, Riding the sky
Keeping the fire bright
From another time and place

I know your name
I know your face
Your touch and grace
All of time cannot erase
What our hearts remember stays
Forever on a song we play

Burn the page for me
I cannot erase the time of sleep
I cannot be loved so set me free
I cannot deliver your love
Or caress your soul so
Turn that page for me
I cannot embrace the touch that you give
I cannot find solace in your words
I cannot deliver you your love
Or caress your soul

Star Sky by Two Steps from Hell

Oliver looked up at sky as he handed the valet his Porsche keys, the sense of unease he’d tried to ignore all day gripping him like a vise. A full moon hung over the city, its light illuminating the seedy location of his club, Verdant, in the Glades. His attempt to rejuvenate the Glades had yet to work. People made the trek in droves to get into Verdant for the night, but the club hadn’t prompted the growth of the area like he had hoped when he build it.

Waving at the crowd waiting to get in, he took the steps to the entrance two at a time, where his bouncer had the door open, ready to usher him inside. He turned around and winked at a buxom redhead clamoring for his attention. Wearing a dress at least two sizes too small, she leaned forward, a brazen move to get him to notice her. “Let that one in,” he told the bouncer, pointing. With a grin, he turned and was about to slip through the door when he took one last look at the sky.

His sense of foreboding grew stronger, settling over him, as lightening hit somewhere in the distance. He watched as clouds rolled in, slowly covering the moon, blocking out the light. The green spotlights outside the club cast an eerie pallor on the faces waiting to get in.

An ominous feeling permeated the night.

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only for you || theo raeken

description: in which your attempt to dominate your boyfriend backfires

requested by: anonymous

warnings: dom!reader, slight bondage, dirty talk, swearing, dom!theo, spanking, choking, biting, roughness, basically i got a lil carried away with this shit

“How does it feel?” Your unwavering voice pushed past your lips, sounding fierce and almost dangerous. “How does it feel to know that you’re completely at my mercy? Knowing that you can’t do anything unless I give you permission?”

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Unmistakable Signs

After the battle, Tauriel held Kíli’s hand while the dwarvish physician stitched up the gash over his ribs. It was a painful business, but it helped to have her there to be brave for. Probably if Fíli had been with him instead, he’d have made a fuss over each needle prick, but he certainly couldn’t have Tauriel thinking he was no better than an infant, especially since he already was so very much younger than she.

So he schooled the pain from his expression and kept his eyes on her face. Her own look was sympathetic and sweet, and she did not seem to care that he crushed her fingers in his own.

“Sorry,” Kíli murmured, releasing her hand when the final stitch was tied off and the physician was putting away his tools.

Tauriel shook her head, dismissing his need for apology. Then she leaned forward and, right there in front of the half-dozen other dwarves in the medical tent, she kissed him.

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