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bangtan as things

[namjoon] nighttime after it’s rained and the ground is wet, the reflection of streetlights beneath your feet. cars pass and you’re alone, the feeling of turning pages, whether metaphorically or literally, libraries, dark coffee, literature, dried flowers, pencil shavings, stacked books, grey hoodies, using up your entire battery in one sitting.

[seokjin] the comfort of being with someone you love, friendly banter, love letters, ballads, fairy lights, ivory furniture, lattes, lullabies, neat studying notes, desks littered with figurines, lipstick kisses on napkins, incense.

[yoongi] the empty feeling that comes when you stay up too late or when you sleep too much, never being happy enough with your self-care, the sun that warms your chest in the dead of winter, poetry, forehead kisses, small meaningful tattoos, curtains that let in light and bring a sense of comfort and warmth to a room, snowflakes or raindrops clinging to eyelashes, the slow sound of windshield wipers, the melancholic hum of background music, ocean spray, winter breeze, flickering streetlights, the rush you feel from a first love, a first kiss.

[hoseok] group hugs, words of encouragement, doodles, a hand rubbing circles on your back, a shoulder to put your head on or the head that’s on your shoulder, an arm interlaced with yours, the giddy laughter between childhood friends, carnival games, kisses pressed to your forehead and to the palms of your hands.

[jimin] warm sheets, hot chocolate and marshmallows, falling asleep by the fireplace, listening to the ost of a movie over and over again, vivid skies, hair that sweeps across like waves in the ocean, running barefoot on the beach, waltzes, falling autumn leaves, someone holding your face in their hands, kisses intentionally missing your mouth and tracing the outline of your face, secretly holding hands.

[taehyung] the feeling of fingers running through your hair, hearing someone else’s heartbeat when you lay your head on their chest, rainbow hair ties, putting daisies in your hair, falling asleep in a meadow, plush toys, someone pushing brushing or kissing away your tears.

[jungkook] night skies that look like blankets of glitter, the allure of the stars making you want to reach out and touch them, warm showers, wind that’s possessive, ocean spray, spilled glitter, velvet, sleeping with your headphones in, the worn down keys on a computer keyboard, trading cards collections, biting your nails, resting your head against the car window, shy smiles, backhugs.

Sober

2,500 Followers Oneshot

Summary: The reader is drunk and she tries to have sex with her best friend Jensen.

Prompt: “Why are you in my bed?!”

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,757

Requested: @supernaturalgirl85


Jensen tiredly drudges up the stairs in his Malibu home, grumpy as all hell. He just lost $2,000 at a poker game and it’s safe to say that he’s ripshit.

Although he’s not concerned about actually losing the money, being a successful movie director has set his ass up for life.

It’s just the fact that he lost. He’s a competitive fucker, always has been and always will be. It’s in his DNA.

And to add fuel to the fire, his friends refused to give him another chance to win back his money. Claiming it’s too late and they needed to call it a night. It’s only midnight for Christ’s sake. Old bastards.

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Scheme

Prompt: Combination of Jason Todd imagine where reader used to be part of the league angst maybe? And Can you please do something with Jason x reader? (They’re boyfriend and girlfriend) Specifically something really fluffy like reader and Jason are partners on patrol and they help each other out during fights. They also have witty banter and flirt while fighting. After patrol, they are going back to the batcave and it’s really cute and romantic. I don’t know. Hopefully this works. We don’t get a lot of Jason fluff.

Requested by: ANON and bitch-jerk-assbut-idigits67


    “What is your deal with her?”

    Jason can only smirk as he ignores the question … again. Some things were private, and his relationship with you was at the top of that list. “Seriously Jay, is this a Selina and Bruce type romance?”

    That made Jason frown. You weren’t casual. You were a committed and loyal person. Of course, they had no way of knowing that. All they knew about you was your mask and the fact you showed up when anyone was in trouble. Well, that and the constant flirting.

    Removing the helmet, Jason ran his fingers through his hair before facing his brothers. Dick was in full swing big brother mode. Dick had made it clear that he was tired of losing people, that had led to him being more nosy than usual lately. It had also left him sounding like a mother hen.

    The rest of the family was curious, but they weren’t going as far as to demand answers. With nothing left to do, Jason did the only thing he could; he chucked the helmet at his brother and grinned in satisfaction when he caught it; it gave him just enough time to rush forward and sweep his feet out from under him.

    Leaving him on the floor, Jason made his escape. It didn’t take long to get home. The mere fact that you were waiting for him was enough to make him hurry. Sure enough, you were there.

You were lying on the couch dressed in your favorite sleep pants, and one of Jason’s shirts. He’s still dressed in his patrol uniform when he collapses on top of you. You giggle as he steals a few kisses.

You sweep his hair behind his ear before kissing him properly. “Welcome home.”

“It’s so good to be home. My brothers are annoying.”

“Especially when I’m trying to save them.”

He laughs, “Told you so.”

He links his fingers with yours. His thumb twirls the band on your ring finger. You’d been

a part of the League when Talia had brought Jason to the compound. You’d watched him come back to life, and had been part of the force to help restrain him in the early days.

    It had become apparent rather quickly that he calmed down around you. He had allowed you near him, to help him. Your bond had become solid and concrete within a year. And Ra’s had been consumed with it. Jason was one of the best, that was clear. He was strong, and fast, and he could endure.

    And after several years of being partners on the battlefield, you became partners in life. The two of you had been faithful to Ra’s, to the League. You’d been so grateful for the gift of each other, that you hadn’t questioned him. Until he derived a plan to destroy Gotham.

    Years of memories had come flooding back to Jason. It became clear what the two of you had to do in the days that followed. Jason had fled, and you’d remained as a spy. When the time had come you had foiled the League with the help of Jason’s family.

    You’d appeared a week later, dressed in a mask, and your own costume. Playing with Jason’s family had been too good of an opportunity to pass up. So you patrolled the streets of Gotham with Jason, and when he was busy with his family you did it alone.

    From time to time, you showed up when Jason’s family needed help. You pulled them out of sticky situations, flirted with your husband, and retreated home.

    Jason’s lips on your neck draw you out of your thoughts and you giggle, “We can’t.”

    “Why not?”

    You kiss his cheek, “Because there’s a little girl in there waiting for her daddy to check the closet for monsters.”

    His brow furrows, “She’s still awake?”

    You nod, “Oh yes. She wanted to see her daddy.”

    With a smile he heaves himself off the couch and you watch him disappear into her bedroom. A moment later you turn towards the window and smile, “Took you longer than usual.”

    “Grayson kept complaining about how you’re potentially dangerous.”

    “I’m lethal.”

    Damian snorts, “To everyone but Jason and Rosie.”

    You wave him away, “Go spoil your niece squirt.”

    “Technically she’s my cousin, Aunt Y/N.”

    You roll your eyes, “Be gone brat.”

    He shrugs and walks into your daughter’s room, settling back in with your book you listen to the sound of your daughter’s giggles and smile.

GOT7 | Dating Jackson Wang | REALLY LONG |

Request: Yes - multiple

Hope it’s long enough! If not don’t be afraid to ask for more! enjoy :)

  • him always holding your hand
  • like he loves it
  • him holding and putting your hand in his pocket when your hand is cold
  • him saying how cold your hands are
  • him bringing your hands in front of the both of you encasing your hands with his and blowing warm air into them whilst rubbing them
  • snowball fights
  • taking pictures of him off guard/without him knowing and him doing the same to you
  • him posting it on social media
  • whether it be for an anniversary, a tb/to relive a memory, or just to let you and everyone else know that he loves you
  • cute and silly pictures together
  • a cute picture of you shows up when he’s ringing you or you’re ringing him (and vice versa)
  • random calls and specific calls (depending on time zone or schedule)
  • snowballs fights/trying to build an igloo together and maybe failing maybe not

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Dirty, Pretty Things

Hey guys! I hope that everyone is having a supremely good day today! I’m sorta shy to post this because I’ve never written a sexy-time before, but I gave it a go lol. Basically, Tom and the reader go to the library and Tom gets a little frustrated by the book the reader picks out for him, and then, sexy-time ensues. I hope you like it!

Dirty, Pretty Things

He had lost her within the sea of words that had engulfed them both.

When Tom had first entered the grand library, the sight of so many shelves completely drenched in knowledge blew his eyes wide open. She, on the other hand, had immersed herself, diving in and out of shelves quickly, and coming out with towering stacks of novels. Tom watched, hands in his pockets, as she piled the literature as high as it could go without falling.

Grabbing her readings, he moved them to a secluded corner, where he sat down on the floor to wait for her to come back to him.

As she fluttered about, rushing in between sections and up and down staircases, her skin gave off a soft sheen of champagne that he knew came from her ridiculously expensive highlighter. The heels of her boots tapped anxiously across the floor. Sounding as though they were afraid they’d only be granted a set amount of time to wander through the library. The straps of the dress his girlfriend wore began to slip off her shoulders and she failed to fix them to their proper place again. When she bent down, Tom noticed that her position revealed a more than generous amount of her legs. He bit his lip and tried to ignore how alluringly endearing she looked.

Tom loved to watch her like this. She looked incredibly at home nestled inside the library’s massive selection of books. She wasn’t worried about other people, or how they could be perceiving her. Instead, her only focus was on choosing the best and most interesting novel to read.

After about forty minutes, she finally came back to him, carrying four more books in her hands.

“I picked some out for you to read as well,” she said, nestling decisively underneath his arm.

Due to the spot Tom had secured, she was sat directly next to the left corner of the wall with Tom cuddled into her right side. Tom beamed at her and pressed an open mouthed kiss to her lips. “What did you get for me darling?”

“Well, firstly, I grabbed you the first Harry Potter book because I think that it’s absolute insanity that you haven’t read it yet. Then, I grabbed Horns and The Shining, in case your in the mood for horror, but, if all else fails, maybe you could try Hidden Bodies or Dirty, Pretty Things?” She began to ramble on about why she had selected each novel and then stopped short. “Oh, shit, I should go back and bring you Fight Club, I really think that-.” Tom quickly wrapped an arm around her middle, securing her back down on the floor.

“No, no, I’m excited to read Dirty, Pretty Things. That’s the poetry book you’ve been off about with Kaylee, right? I want to read that one.” Tom watched her pull the thin, pink book out of the stack to hand to him.

She looked shy handing it over to him. As soon as his hands slid over the front cover, she quickly interjected, “you may not like it, but the words are just lovely and they make me,” she stopped short and shuddered.

Tom quirked a brow, “oh yeah? Better get started then.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead and rustled her hair.

Tom watched as she leaned forward and bit her lip, trying to decide what she wanted to read first. Eventually, she settled on A Tale For the Time Being and curled up against his chest.

Tom’s eyes skimmed over poem after poem, and he began to understand why she spoke so much about it, just not directly to him. The book was written about love, and carnal attraction and she was forever timorous.

The poetry in Dirty, Pretty Things was beginning to get to him, especially when he thought about her reading it. Michael Faudet’s words were dulcet and enticing, and Tom imagined whispering them softly into her ear, as he slipped his hands up her skirt.

Tom’s mind briefly wandered to her getting off on the words within the book and had to stop for a few seconds to recompose himself. He glanced down at her. The words on the page of her book seemed to leap and dance off the page, mocking him for being of more interest to her than he was. Shaking his head, he tried not to look at the uncovered, sweet smelling, perfumed, skin of her chest. Going back to his own book, he attempted to allow the book’s poetry to command his full attention once again.

The first poem Tom encountered as he flipped the page nearly killed him. He stopped breathing and read over the words three more times before letting out a shaker gasp.

The only words on the page were, “Put your hands on my knees, she said, and think of me as a book you’ve been dying to read.”

Tom looked from the poem to her, then again and again before he felt his jeans getting even tighter than they were before. This had to be a sign. Shit, they were in a library, surrounded by books, all alone in a dimly lit corner of the library. Not to mention, books and literature were her favorite things in the word. She had told him a while ago that the best compliment she’d ever received had been from slew of teachers who had all insisted that she had the best taste in books they’d seen in a long time. Michael Faudet’s words were taunting him.

“Baby,” he started, gently tilting her chin up to look at him. “I’m bored.”

She frowned, “do you not like the book because I can go and grab you another, or maybe-,” Tom cut her short by sliding a soft hand across her throats to sweep her hair off her shoulder.

“Let’s trade. You can read Dirty, Pretty Things out loud to me. I’m sleepy and I wanna listen to you read the poems.” Tom gently guided his book into her palms.

She flushed red and stuttered for a minute. “Tom, I can’t.

“Why not?” He countered.

“You’ve read it,” She muttered, looking away from him. “The words are libidinous.”

Tom brought her eyes back to his and licked his lips before he spoke. “I wanna hear you read them darling.” He moved to kiss the spot just below her lips. Tom dared lower and lower, tangling his hands in her hair as he went. When he reached her collarbones, she finally snapped.

Letting out an airy sigh, she gasped out, “fine Tom.”

He smirked and placed a final kill on the base of her throat and corrected his posture so that he was sitting with his arms protectively circling her frame.

She moved to flip to the next page when Tom interrupted her. “Do you mind reading from the beginning? I wanna hear it all in your voice.”

Narrowing her eyes, she flipped back to the first page and began to read. As she read through the first few poems, Tom’s hands began to totter.

First, he slipped them up and down her arms, feigning an effort to keep her warm. Then, he began to give her small kisses on the forehead, cheek, neck and hand. She looked at him, slightly confused as to why he’d ask her to read out loud if he wasn’t going to pay attention.

Nevertheless, she kept reading.

As she flipped the page, her breathing was cut short. Tom knew exactly which poem she’d stumbled across. “Sweetheart, do you want to play a game?” Tom asked her, his voice rough and low in her ear.

She blinked up at him, her cheeks flushed cherry red as she managed to stutter out a few syllables.

“How about I tell you the rules first?” He paused briefly, and then began to talk. “The book you’ve chosen for me has actually proven itself to be quite the naughty thing and I think that you gave it to me on purpose. Since you like to play so many little games instead of just telling me directly what you want, I think that maybe I’ll give games a go too.” Tom stopped to look at her again. Her pupils had consumed the typical color of her eyes and her hands were slightly shaking. Taking them within his own, he kissed the backs of both of her hands.

“If you’ll allow me, I’d very much like to reenact that poem. You are the book that I’ve been dying to read.”

Her eyes shut and she bit her lip to contain the moan threatening to slip past.

“Here’s the catch though, I still want you to read to me. If you stop reading out loud, I’ll stop what I’m doing and you wouldn’t want that, would you?” Tom peppered her neck with open mouthed kisses.

She nodded her head, eyes still shut tight.

“No, darling, I need verbal consent, just to be sure.” Tom continued his assault on her neck.

Her eyes finally snapped open and she rolled her head around to look directly into Tom’s eyes. “Please.” She whispered.

With that, Tom smirked and lifted the hem of her dress and slipped his hand further up her thighs.

Her voice shook, “the kind of love letter I write are the ones you read in bed, stretched out beneath the sheets with one hand between your legs.”

Tom pressed his mouth to her and she convulsed against his lips, gasping out the words to the next line.


“Does he make you happy like I did?” His posture , leaning slackly against the brick wall, gave every indication of indifference but his eyes pleaded with her.

“Well,” she pauses, shaking her head at the ground, “he makes me happy. It’s… Different.” He asks how with the mere raise of his eyebrows. “You made me feel everything so deeply. He makes me happy. Like… Ugh.”

His lips curve up into a smirk. He always thought she looked most gorgeous when frustrated. “Just try to explain it.” He shifts his posture slightly, crossing his arms and legs.

“He’s safe and steady. He calls when he says he will. He shows up on time, for the most part. He smiles at me like I’m a poor man’s diamond. He really loves me and he’s overall, perfect. But you.” She looks up at him with bright eyes and a smile that melts his hardened exterior. He both loved her and hated her for being able to do that. “You were a fire. No. More than that. You were the wildfire. Crazy and out of control. You made me lose myself, simultaneously creating a frenzy and a calm. It was fire and passion and… And…” She pauses and toes the red bricks with her sneaker. Her fingers rake through her hair as she releases a long-held sigh. “He makes me happy. It’s just different. He’s safe, and you’re danger.”

He steps toward her, not exactly knowing what he was planning to do. His rough hand sweeps her hair from her eyes. “Look at me.” She does, and that’s the moment she knew. No matter how much she loved the other guy it would never be the same.

—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write
move like you want | (m)

Originally posted by heavenly-minds

pairing: kim taehyung x reader
genre/warnings: smut, explicit descriptions of sex, fingering, oral, dirty talk
words: 7,960
summary: where you meet the gaze of an incredibly attractive red head at a music bar and one thing leads to another…

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One Last Time
Breaking up is hard to do.
Rating: M
Categories: Smut, angst
Preview: “Babe?” you press him when he still hasn’t moved apart from the occasional brush of his lips to your sternum. The overly familiar pet name slipped from your lips before you knew it, but if he notices it, if it makes him feel anyway, he doesn’t react.

“Minute,” his voice is thick and hoarse with unexpected emotion. “Jus’ one more minute, love.”

The thought that he’s taking just a moment to grieve is almost crushing to you and you blink back tears as the reality of the situation crops up again. You stroke your fingers through his hair, reveling in the softness, even when it is damp, and you let him absorb what he has apparently found nestled in your chest.

It’s About Balance
In which Harry is your junior and you are – literally – fucked.
Rating: M
Categories: Smut, fluff(?)
Preview: He sweeps your hair away from the back of your neck and his teeth close down on the nape of your neck – firm, but not as animalistic as he had before. You still moan and writhe under him, but he pins you so you can’t escape.  “S’this mean I won?”  

“What’d you get the other stuff for?” you ignore him, your voice a little wheezy from the weight of him on your back.  

He moans in thought and kisses down the back of your shoulder and between your shoulder blades. “S’all about balance, love.” He licks your spine, savoring the taste of sweat and skin – a privilege he has waited long and worked hard for. “Speakin’ o’ balance,” he muses. “I’d like to balance you on my face if that’s a’right w’you.”

It’s About Chances - It’s About Balance Part 002
In which Harry wants a chance and you are are fucked. Again.
Rating: M
Categories: Smut, drama
Warnings: Mentions of daddy!kink, about 3-4 times. Nothing heavy.
Preview: “I wan’ a chance,” he repeats. “A fair chance. If yeh really don’ wan’ another go, I’ll stop pushin’, but I want yeh to stop me because you don’ want it, not cause you think you shouldn’t.”

He looks years older in his agony, and the frown lines around his mouth….

No, you don’t like those. He shouldn’t frown so, ever. Not when that beautiful grin and a pair of dimples hides behind them. You reach up and smooth your fingertips over the tight corners of his mouth and Harry turns his mouth into your wrist, right to your pulse point. The gestures from the both of you are simple, but intimate, and there’s an instinctual ease to them, like a second nature. They’re like a shock straight through to your heart and you whimper under your breath. He could be pulling strings that he knows will work, but when his green eyes flicker back to you, there’s such resignation in them and no, no, you don’t want this beautiful boy – and he is honestly beautiful, even sliding out of shadows – to look this sad.

Cup of Tea
Harry wants tea and you want to be taught a lesson. 
Rating: M. Very.
Categories: Smut
Warnings: Daddy!Kink, spankings (rings on, please).
Preview: “What are you going to do?” you scoff at him. “Drag me across the table and teach me a lesson?”  

Harry’s swears he feels his palms itch and his fingers twitch. “Don’t tempt me,” he says stiffly. 

 “I’d like to see you try.” Your laugh is derisive and you’re not sure why you’re being quite so contentious, but then he’s leaning over across the corner of the table and has slid his hand into your hair and you think you have your answer.  

“Paying attention to me now, hmm?” you ask in a dry simper. You refuse to wince when he tugs at the roots, though you breath does catch in your throat.  

“Is that what you want?” he asks sharply. “You want some attention?” It is, he realizes as he looks into your unflinching eyes – you want this.   

It’s About Firsts - It’s About Balance Part 003
T
here’s two times you realize you’re falling for the boy who isn’t a boy anymore, and one time you realize you’ve already fallen.
Rating: M
Categories: Angst, fluff, implied smut
Preview: You’re squeezing your eyes against tears. Oh, you hate him. Why does he have to say it for the first time now? In the ugliest of fights and war of words you two have ever had?

“M’a prick,” he moans in quiet anguish as if begging you to forgive him. “M’a tosser, m’a twat, m’a bloody, cowardly git… I am a child, m’everythin’ wrong an’ you’d be right to leave, but m’askin’ yeh please, don’t.”

More About Babies - It’s About Balance One Shot
You’re pretty, Harry’s pretty, and you would make pretty babies together.
Rating: M
Categories: Fluff, implied smut, Harry as a dad
Preview: “Tha’ one’s cute, isn’t he, love?” Harry smiles and pulls a face at a big-eyed baby in a cart who promptly sticks out a little pink tongue in happiness and claps his hands together.

“Yes, love,” you reply. “Very cute.”

Harry pinches your side knowingly and he doesn’t have to say a word for you to hear him say that your baby would be cuter.

After Midnight
Harry comes home late but he’s not the only one who’s up.
Rating: M
Categories: Fluff, smut
Preview: Your hand is slowly gripping down on his arm more and more and you have to bite your lip to contain a whimper. You don’t know how long you torture yourself like this before you feel his breathing start to change from the even pattern of sleep to harsh pulls through his teeth and small groans that break past his lips. If he’s questioning what’s gotten into you, he sure as fuck doesn’t care enough to pursue it.  

Snowbound
You’re snowbound with Harry and your son. Cozy, right? But the two of you broke up two and a half years ago.
Rating: M
Categories: Angst, smut, drama, fluff, family
Preview: “You haven’t stopped calling me love all night,” you share your observation. You’re warm and happy enough from the wine, the lack of strife between you two, and the sight of your son that you can bring it up to him without it coming off as rude or mean or something thereof.

“I haven’t stopped since you left.”

He says it so casually you’re not sure he really understands the implications. It even takes you a minute to comprehend exactly how he means that, and you hear a faint ringing in your ears when you do.

Homebound - Snowbound Part 002
Y
ou and Harry agreed it was just the one night. Right?
Rating: T+
Categories: Fluff, drama, angst, family
Preview: You could have days like this all the time, before your son was too old to want them and would rather spend time with his friends. You could give your son his father and the father his son, and you could have family snow days, and zoo trips, and lazy days in bed and trips to his shows when the tours he does set off on keep him local.

You could be kissed into the back of a door every morning.  

Homebound Addendum - Snowbound Part 002.5 
Harry’s flat post Homebound.
Rating: T+
Categories: Angst, family
Preview: He can see secret smiles and long-denied skin being unwrapped from inside clothes. He can taste laughs into kisses and desperate shushing against helplessly open mouths. He can smell your hair and feel your skin under his lips as he faded into the best sleep he can remember having in a long, long time.

He’d had his family back.

Inbound - Snowbound Part 003
Dating is too soft of a word – you’re just having a go at being a family.
Rating: M
Categories: Fluff, drama, smut, family
Preview: You knock as loudly as you dare to on his door, suddenly nervous after having plucked up your courage.

“Come in.”

You crack his door open and peer in guiltily to find him staring at you from the bed bleary eyed. And yet, you can tell he hasn’t been sleeping, only trying and probably failing like you have been.

“We’re supposed to spend time together,” you say in a hushed voice that wobbles from nerves.

Rebound - Snowbound Part 004
I
t’s Harry’s turn to crash with you and your son, but you’ve never had anybody over and you don’t know if the walls are soundproof.
Rating: M
Categories: Fluff, drama, smut, family
Preview: You smile sleepily at him and reach for his hands to pull him from his would-be-bed. “You are a performer,” you murmur. “Your physical conditioning is very important. You’ve tried very, very hard to fall asleep, but the fact is,” your eyes sparkle with mischief he hasn’t seen in too long, “this couch gives you a backache.”

“Yeah?” he asks with an almost dopey grin, dimples popping out.

“Not good at all.” You lean in and pull his bottom lip in between yours and suckle softly and his fingers slide into your hair with a soft groan. “So Daddy gets to sleep with Mummy tonight.”

Northbound - Snowbound Part 005 
Your son is just a little bit curious and a little bit jealous.
Rating: T
Categories: Fluff, drama, family
Preview: “Did you help Daddy?” you ask quietly. “Was it nice getting to see him?”There’s a sleepy little nod and you cradle your baby closer while settling in against the back of the couch. “Sweet boy,” you murmur softly. “It’s okay, go back to sleep. Back to sleep with Mumma now….”

You feel a pair of eyes on you and you roll your head to find Harry in the doorway. There’s a softness to his gaze as he observes the two of you and you see him nod a bit as if to say “good”.

This is where the two of you belong.

Once, Then, and Now - Snowbound Father’s Day Extra
Father’s Day with Harry before, during, and after the split in Snowbound.
Rating: K+
Categories: Fluff, drama, family
Preview: The first thing he sees is a drawing in crayon – it’s a little scribble-y and abstract, and his hair looks a mess (but he supposes that’s just truthful), and Harry smiles at the two large green dots that are right in the middle of his forehead in the drawing.

“S’me, innit?”

“Uh huh,” his son nods. “And that’s me,” he points to a smaller, curly-headed figure in the drawing. “And Mumma’s in the house, but we can’t see her.”

He points to a blob behind the window that Harry presumes is meant to be you – the colors match your skin and hair, at least somewhat, and he stares at it for a moment before his eyes drift to the message on the other side of the card.

Schoolbound - Snowbound Part 006
H
arry doesn’t want to go to this fundraising, school community event – whatever that is – and you regret your decision to bring him, too.
Rating: M
Categories: Smut, drama, family
Preview: He kisses your neck again and then drags his nose along the smooth column of it up to your jaw. “Your son is a joy, Mr. Styles. Tell us,” he nuzzles your cheek and then pulls your earlobe between his teeth just for a second. “Does he need a mummy to keep you warm in your bed at night? Whoops-a-daisy, my legs just… fell open.”

Make This Feel Like Home - Snowbound Flashback Extra
What was it like for you when you left Harry?
Rating: T
Categories: Drama, angst, family
Preview: It’s in the middle of these quiet sobs of grief that you feel like a child who has run away from home and gotten to the bus station before realizing it was a bad idea – it was a very bad idea, but they have no idea how to get home and they don’t know who to call so they stand in the station and cry and cry until someone offers to help them find their way home.

Misbound - Snowbound Part 007
You were both hurt after the split, so where do you stand now that you’re together again?
Rating: M
Categories: Smut, drama, angst, family
Preview: “Is this a nail in our coffin?” You hope your voice is steady, but you think he can hear the trembling in it. “We had one last go around?”

“Is it?” he asks almost snidely but there’s a flash in his eyes and his hand makes a grabby sort of motion – as if he’d wanted to lunge and latch onto you.

To keep you.

You stare at him, long and hard. Your silence makes his jaw set and you see his eyes widen just slightly to a panicked setting.

Memory Bound - Snowbound Part 008
Your son has a birthday and you have a family.
Rating: T
Categories: Drama, fluff, Family
Preview: “We made a baby.”

Harry grunts again, sounding slightly less cross and more like a hum.

“A little baby with ten fingers, and ten toes.” Your voice cracks a bit and it takes Harry a moment before he peels your grip off from around him and turns over. He looks at you with puffy, green eyes that are sleepy and unfocused but they manage to find you somehow.

“An’ a baby mouth,” he continues. “An’ two eyes, and a nose jus’ like his mumma’s.”

Curious Girl - Threesome
You, Harry and a mystery man for one night.
Rating: M
Categories: Smut
Preview: A new set of hands on the silky, lacy, chic button-up you’d worn out tonight nearly makes you jump, but Harry holds you still, massaging your hips through the dark jeans you’d worn.

This is okay, you think. You’re allowed this.

Drive
You really should have driven, but Harry’s not driving you anywhere after this night.
Rating: M
Categories: Drama, smut,
Preview: Suddenly his nose is against yours, though, and although you know he’s “rubbing off” the kiss, it makes you stiffen and your fingers go slack on his face. Harry, too, has caught onto it, and he’s yet to step back. Your smile is fading and the both of you are still as statues until he bumps it – just a bit – against yours. Your heart drums aggressively in your chest as you timidly bump back, and there’s a pause where neither of you move beyond that; then, he nuzzles once more. They’re Eskimo kisses, for all intents and purposes – soft little affectionate rubs while you exchange breaths of peppermint and chamomile.

Bedbound - Snowbound Part 009
Harry’s sick and misery loves company.
Rating: T
Categories: Drama, fluff, family
Preview: Harry grumbles in response, and you kiss his cheek. He, in turn, rolls his head to you and peeks through his lashes at you. Green eyes flicker over your face for a moment with almost feverish confusion – but you’ve touched his forehead and he’s perfectly cool – and then he sighs and bends his arm to stroke your cheek with the back of his unusually ringless knuckles.

“Was wondering about you,” you comment, still stroking his hairline. “You didn’t come get me.”

Harry cracks a smile, eyes falling shut. “You were mad a’me,” he slurs by way of explanation.

You press your lips to his temple, humming your confirmation. “Go back to sleep,” you whisper. “Sorry for waking you.”

Discovery Bound - Snowbound Part 010
In which you, Harry, and your son receive company for breakfast.
Rating: M
Categories: Drama, fluff, smut, family
Preview: “Y’okay?” you ask with your palm on a sweat-dampened shoulder of his t-shirt.

Harry grunts once.

“Someone at the door,” you tell him.

“Yeah,” he says, speaking at last with a gravelly voice.

“Your son wants breakfast,” you try again.

“He’ll wait.”

You huff, and although your limbs are still heavy with sleep and orgasmic bliss, you wriggle out from underneath the blankets.

“C’mback to bed,” he whines deeply.

No Running - Snowbound Flashback Extra
Harry came back to a home without a heart.
Rating: T
Categories: Drama, angst, family
Preview: Harry has a feeling when he gets home with an exhausted call of “Daddy’s home” that something is wrong. The jackhammering of the needle over his heart, an impulsive decision that he doesn’t regret – not now, not ever – is still ringing loudly in his ears, but that’s the only sound in his ears.

It’s still – too much so. There’s no life in the flat, not even sleeping.

It’s cold.

Store Bound Snowbound Part 011 
Popstar Papas don’t like the Paparazzi.
Rating: T
Categories: Drama, fluff, family
Preview: “Because there were five bloody photographers shootin’ photos through the glass storefront of a fuckin’ Tesco, that’s why! I want to know why they’re of interest! I want to know why they were followed!” you hear him shouting. “Families are off limits!”

“Daddy’s angry,” your son observes and you sigh as you stroke his hair. You’ve sat yourself on the floor, still in your jacket, and your son’s is on your lap, having just been removed in a fierce tugging battle.

“Yeah,” you agree and you wince when you hear a heavy thud from the office. “But he’s not angry with us.”

“He’s angry at the people taking pictures?”

Lovebound - Snowbound Part 012 
Never put off till tomorrow that which can be said today.
Rating: T
Categories: Drama, angst, family
Preview: His heart is starting to thump in his chest and he’s getting scared.

“Where’re your jogging bottoms?” he asks hoarsely, slowly – like whatever is going on with you will hear him and decide to accelerate and he won’t be able to help however he can. His eyes are lit up and alert, locked on you and looking for the most minute changes.You inhale shakily. 

“Drawer,” you answer weakly.

You Could Have
It’s been so long….
Rating: M
Categories: Smut
Preview: “How many girls get brought backstage to fuck Harry Styles?” you ask quietly, pulling at the hem of his t-shirt.

He bites his lip and his brow furrows on the heels of his sharp inhale. “Jus’ the one.”

You pause at that.

“Jus’ you,” he stresses. “You’re the one, Christ.”

Holiday One Shots!

More About Christmas – It’s About Balance Holiday One Shot
Oh the weather outside is frightful….
Rating: M
Categories: Fluff, drama, family, smut
Preview: He’s only just come in, because snowflakes are still clinging to his coat and the few that dot his wild curls are melting before your eyes. Harry’s cheeks and nose are pink from the cold and winds, and his bag is thrown carelessly to the side along with his boots, the only part of his outfit he’s managed to toe off.

He smiles crookedly, smugly, a single dimple burrowing on the side of his mouth that’s lifting. “What’s ha—“

His greeting is cut off when you all but collide with him, inhaling the cold smell of the outside off his coat mixed with the warm, spicy scent off the tan skin of his neck.

“Alright, alright,” he laughs as you grip his coat, but his own viselike hold around you betrays a degree of his own desperation. “Can I have a look at yeh?”

You shake your head against him and feel one of his large hands run over the back of your head, stroking your hair gently as he chuckles warmly. “Not yet then?”

Holiday Bound – Snowbound Holiday One Shot
Christmas makes you want to be with people you love.
Rating: M
Categories: Fluff, drama, family, smut
Preview: “Daddy?”

“Mmm?” Harry acknowledges his son while smoothing out a thick edge of the dough.

“Did you used to do this?” he asks, voice pitching up at the end.

“What?” Harry asks. “Bake biscuits? ‘Course, yeh goose.”

“Before you became a singer?”

“Mmhm,” Harry hums. “Where’s the tree? Think we need a few more trees, don’t you?”

Three Wisemen and a Lemon Curd - Thirty Minutes and a Lemon Curd Holiday One Shot
Christmas dinner with all the fixings.
Rating: M
Categories: Drama, angst, smut
Preview: It isn’t that you belong to each other, but with each other. You belong with him, and he belongs with you. He’s sure of it, though he fought against notions of how nice it would be to have someone who understood him and who he was apart from a popstar for almost as long as he’s been attracted to you. You’re the girl who ordered lemon curds and who split them with him when he came to visit while talking to him about all the little things he was missing by leading his extraordinary life. So much had changed, but you hadn’t, and he thinks you’re one of only a handful of people who know him for who he is rather than who he’s become.

How is he supposed to look your family in the eye when he’s got such weighted thoughts as these on his mind?

Short Shots

The Tipping Point
Harry’s halfway around the world and you still help him.
Rating: M
Categories: Smut
Preview: Harry swallows hard and licks his lips, steeling himself while he strokes and squeezes up and down his girth. “’Right, love,” he mutters breathlessly to you although you are halfway around the world from him. “Help m’out.”

The Deal
Harry and you have a deal, but he thought the two of you ran together.
Rating: M
Categories: Smut, angst (momentarily)
Preview: “Thought you fuckin’ knew,” he mutters, leaning against your counter. “S’not a fuckin’ deal anymore. We get on, don’t we?” He’s shaking his head and your body feels tingly from adrenaline and discovery.

Pain Kink
Harry gives you a tattoo and you have a go at him.
Rating: M
Categories: Smut
Preview: “You can fuck me,” you inform him breathily. “Instead of using your hand after.”

He doesn’t respond, finishing his final strokes.

“Harry?” you press. “Would you fuck me once you’re through here?”

The polite innocence with which the question is asked comes in stark contrast to the crude content of it and the desired result. You smile slightly when you spy a noticeable change in his coloring.

Suddenly silence roars in the room as the machine clicks off and the aggravated buzzing ceases to fill the space. 

More About Moments - It’s About Balance Short Shot
It’s the little moments that reveal the most. 
Rating: M
Categories: Smut
Preview: You wear the very jumper he has on now to bed later that night, and you add it to the pile of clothes that have been steadily building up in your flat. When he pulls it out from under the tangle of blankets when the two of you are getting dressed the next morning, you pull it back and jerk your chin towards one of the other ones lying around your bedroom.

“Why?” he asks, a bit of an indignant pinch in his voice. “S’chilly out! That’s a t-shirt!”

You pat his stomach gently on the way by to throw the jumper into one of your drawers. You’ll wear it when he’s gone and bury your nose in it and look for markers of him, and you, and hope that the moments without him are more fleeting than the ones with him.

betsforsythetrash  asked:

Girl I need a pole dancing fic asap 💕💕💕

Hmm, I wonder why I suddenly got so many requests for this fic (this isn’t even all of them jeez). Y’all are sinners. Also I’m not sure if I liked how this one turned out, it’s all a bit she did this he did that, but whatever. I hope you enjoy anyway!
Warning: there is sin ahead, honestly blame the buggies. 


“Cheryl, what the hell?” Veronica exclaimed, casting her gaze around the room with a raised eyebrow. The head bitch herself had rallied the Vixens for an emergency practice, surprising them all by turning on her heel and marching into the smaller weights room off the side of the gym. Everything had been cleared out, all equipment long gone, replaced only by an array of shiny silver poles stretching from floor to ceiling.

“I’ve been doing my research and it appears that this is the best way to turn your abs to fabs in time for the end of season pep rally,” Cheryl stated, gesturing matter-of-factly around her. Betty gulped.

“Pole dancing?” she asked, voice shaking with the rising of her nerves, brows pinching together in concern.

“Pole fitness,” Cheryl clarified, striding over to a pile of booty shorts, even shorter than their regular required uniform (and significantly tighter, Betty noted), with matching sports bras. “Suit up, my River Vixens. You’ve got a lot to learn in the way of sex appeal.”

“V, I don’t think I can…” Betty mumbled in panic, eye darting between the poles and the tiny garments resting atop her open palm. Her other hand gripped at Veronica’s arm, itching to curl into itself. Veronica glanced down at it before meeting Betty’s wide stare.

“B, it’s okay!” she reassured, bringing her hands up to rest on Betty’s shoulders as she tilted her mouth in a comforting smile. “We’re only at practice, it’s just like exercise,” she reasoned. Betty’s heart rate didn’t slow any. Veronica sighed, eyes running over the room as she tried to find the right words. “Okay, think of it this way. This is an aid to becoming stronger, right? Mind and body. It’s gonna make you feel confident and powerful. So think of something that already gets you halfway there.” Mischief glinted in her dark irises. “Maybe… when you’re with a certain dark-haired, brooding, Byron wannabe? I bet you know a few ways to help him raise the flag-”

“Veronica!” Betty screeched, tilting her head to watch the open door, cheeks flushing scarlet as she pulled her hand back from the other girl’s arm like she’d been burned. Veronica grinned devilishly, shrugging her delicate shoulders.

“I’m just saying, Betty. Channel some of that ‘in the moment’ confidence.” Her eyes softened. “It’ll help,” she threw over her shoulder as she turned to go and change. Betty took a breath, releasing the tension from her back as she stretched out her fingers. She could do this.

***

Betty stumbled into the girl’s locker room, muscles she didn’t even know she had aching, red bruises forming between her thighs. Pole, she had quickly learned, was exhausting. Add to that a commanding Cheryl Blossom, on the warpath for perfectly arched backs and streamlined drops, and she wasn’t sure she’d be able to walk for a week.

But Veronica had been right. It did make her feel powerful, in control, even - dare she say it - sexy. It allowed her the kind of freedom she craved when she just let go, without any of the darkness clouded the edges of her vision, pulling her into an unreachable abyss. Betty bit her lip against her smile as she opened her gym locker - she could definitely get used to this feeling. Gripping the cool metal between her fingers, her thighs, back arching as she swung gracefully.

“Want me to wait for you, B?” Veronica asked, coming up behind her. Betty startled at her close voice, ponytail whipping sharply behind her, the dark-haired girl ducking out of the way.

“Wha- Oh, no. I’m supposed to be meeting Jughead to work on the Blue and Gold,” she smiled. Veronica smirked.

“Whatever you say. Enjoy your work,” she said suggestively, flitting out of the locker room with one last coy glance at Betty’s mortified expression. She huffed out a laugh, shaking her head at her friend’s antics as she pulled her clothes out.

The surrounding din quietened down as the last of the Vixens left for the night, leaving Betty alone. She glanced round cautiously, checking there were no prying eyes still, before slipping back into the gym. She couldn’t help herself; she just wanted to lose herself in the sensation for a little bit longer. She stepped gingerly towards the centre pole, clasping it with damp palms. She hooked her right knee around the object, like she’d been taught a few hours before, and pushed her weight off her left foot, propelling herself round.

She caught glimpses of herself in the mirror lining one wall. It didn’t feel like her own reflection staring back at her. She didn’t see pink sweaters and slicked back hair. She saw lean lines, strong muscles, elegant curves. There was a way about her features, her narrowed eyes, her mouth set with firm confidence, that made her blood buzz as she continued to move. She dipped her body, leg coming up in a sharp angle as she let her eyes drift closed for a moment.

“Betty?” Her eyes flew open at the low voice coming from her right. She straightened herself quickly, fingers clutching at the pole as she took in Jughead’s form standing in the doorway. Her cheeks burned.

“Juggie…” she breathed, unable to meet his eyes. “H-how long have you been standing there?” His own cheekbones were already dusted an adorable pink, blue eyes wide. He swallowed around the thickness in his throat, adam’s apple bobbing distinctly.

“Um, not that long, really. Just a while… a f-few minutes, maybe,” he stammered, ashamed of how long he’d stood silently, knowing she hadn’t seen him, while she danced.

He was entranced the moment he’d opened the door. He’d gotten worried, Betty was never usually this late to their meetings, and ventured out find her. He’d heard the music coming from the weights room and curiously pushed open to the door only to find her, twisting her body sensually to the beat now pounding in his ears. Jughead had frozen in place, boots rooted to the spot, unable to look away - not wanting to - even though he knew he was spying. She’d just looked so beautiful he couldn’t help it. His fingers itched with the desire to touch her, a pool of warmth flooding his lower belly and sending sparks southwards. His heart thudded, so loud he was surprised she couldn’t hear it, air getting too hot against his skin.

She appraised him with her usual, wide eyes, snapping back instantly into the Betty he was familiar with. She chewed on her lower lip, fingers playing idly with the elastic on her shorts. She could see the way his pupils had blown wide with lust, with want for her, as he’d been watching. His breath was coming a degree faster than normal, the way it did whenever she’d run her fingers down his chest, her teeth across his collarbone. She was turning him on just by the way she was moving, across the room entirely. The thought simmered beneath her skin, sending a delicious warmth to the apex of her thighs.

Before Betty could stop herself she was moving to grab one of the chairs stacked against the wall, placing it a few feet away from the pole she was previously using. She grabbed Jughead’s hand, his palm reassuring in hers, and dragged him over, pushing on his shoulders to get him to sit. He gazed up at her questioningly, eyebrows knit in confusion. She simply smiled, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to his soft cheek.

“Just watch,” she murmured against his heated skin. He nodded, dumbfound, not quite sure what he was agreeing to but knowing he didn’t want to say no. In the moment confidence, Veronica had said. The fluttering nervousness in her chest was blooming into something new, a need to have Jughead’s eager eyes on her as she danced, wanting him to see her whilst she reached this new high.

Betty took a breath, feeling the beat vibrating up through her legs. Her hand came up to her ponytail, pulling the band out and tossing it away, letting her honey waves free around her shoulders. Jughead shifted in her peripheries, hands coming to rest on his knees, waiting for the performance to begin.

She walked round the pole, each step measured and calculated, one hand running delicately over the metal. Every so often she chanced a glance at Jughead from beneath her lashes, finding his eyes glued to her frame. This dance wasn’t like the others from practice. Betty swung her hips back and forth, sweeping her hair over her shoulders with a flick of her head, adding a whole new layer of sensuality to her steps. She spun, enjoying the slight breeze across her warm skin that the movement caused, pulling her lower lip between her teeth as she arched her neck. Jughead cleared his throat shuffling in his chair as his fingers clutched aimlessly at the denim covering his knees. It was so apparent what she was doing to him, his tongue coming out to wet his suddenly dry lips.

Betty turned to face him, hands clasped above her head as she slowly started to slide her back down the pole, never once taking her darkened eyes from his. She reached the ground, a surge of confidence igniting a fire throughout her body as she caught sight of the prominent bulge between his shifting thighs, parting her knees and spreading her legs in a move that definitely wasn’t a part of Cheryl’s earlier routine.

“Betts…” Her name fell, slightly strangled, from his parted lips. She stood slowly, stalking towards him with a glint in her eye, like a predator seeking its prey. Her hands braced themselves on his shoulders as she swung her leg over his thighs, settling down over his lap. There was a delicious ache forming between her overworked thighs as she fought to keep her eyes from rolling back into her head. Jughead’s eyelids fluttered as they both let out perfectly synchronised moans at the long awaited pressure, but he was determined to take in every second of this moment, of Betty free of restriction before him. She grasped his wrists, placing his desperate hands on the small of her waist. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered, voice hoarse. She giggled, the sound causing his own lips to lift in a smile.

“I think I do,” she muttered, circling her hips purposefully. Jughead groaned, bucking up involuntarily at the sensation. Betty paused, lifting her weight slightly from him. “You have to stay still. This is my show,” she teased, raising a challenging eyebrow. He nodded, not trusting his voice. She dropped herself down again, continuing the torturous roll of her hips, arms locked around his neck.

She swayed gently, her scent completely overwhelming Jughead’s senses. Her firm breasts were at his eye level, heaving slightly before his face. Blue eyes followed the bead of sweat, from her earlier exertion, that rolled down her collarbone and disappeared into the valley of her cleavage, wanting to chase it with his tongue. His fingers crept up her side, cupping the underside of her breast gently. All movement ceased as she threw him a threatening look, shivers rolling down Jughead’s spine, pushing the wandering hand firmly back to her waist. Betty moved her lips to his ear, warm breath making him shudder.

“Having trouble following the rules, Jug?” she whispered, unable to stop the grin from spreading across her face as she felt his fingers flex against her skin, head tilting to allow her more access to his neck. A low groan caught in his chest as she gave a pointed swivel of her hips. He blew out an uneven breath as she trailed her lips down his flushed skin, movements unrelenting now, mouth resting over his pounding pulse point. She latched her lips over the spot and sucked, small mewl vibrating against him as she felt the responding twitch in his pants directly beneath her sensitive core.

Betty pulled back, satisfied with the purple bruise she’d left amongst the fading others already littered across his pale skin. She knew that the uncontrolled grip he had against her delicate flesh would leave lingering fingerprints for her to run her hands over affectionately later, remembering the effect she had on him.

Jughead’s breathing hitched as she dropped her forehead to his, their breaths mixing, panting into each other, as she lay her open mouth over his. Her movements were speeding up, the coil in the pit of Jughead’s stomach tightening as his vision started to blur. Betty bent closer, catching Jughead’s chapped lower lip between her teeth and pulling gently.

It didn’t take much more, every last nerve Jughead had now frayed and oversensitive because of the woman in his lap, heat of her core radiating through his pants. With one last twist of her hips he couldn’t hold back any longer, loud groan tearing itself from his chest, hips bucking upwards, stuttering, as he came, pulsing beneath her.

Betty slowed her movements, revelling in the way he twitched and grunted beneath her as she coaxed him through his release, overly stimulated and exhausted. He finally opened his eyes, fingers coming to cup her cheek, looking up at her in awe. He pulled her down, placing a sweet, gentle kiss to her bitten lips.

“I never knew I could like gym so much,” he joked against her lips, Betty dropping her head to the crook of his neck with an exuberant laugh.

“Or that you’d have a reason to thank Cheryl Blossom,” she murmured with an amused smile, tucking herself closer into his embrace.

anonymous asked:

is it at all possible you could write something where Lily and Petunia DON'T hate each other? Petunia never went bitter about being a Muggle. Sister power! Sister love! Yes? Because the good-Petunia was so brilliant and actually believable!

I don’t think I’ve yet written a Lily who hated Petunia, actually. I’m not sure she understood her, or trusted her, but Lily always loved her sister.

I like to think of Lily Evans Potter as a person who had immense faith in other people– not faith that people were good, but that they could be. I think she believed in change– it’s why she married James, when he grew up and got his head out of his ass. I don’t think she ever could have loved him if she didn’t believe in transformation.

I like that about Lily. It’s a certain type of bravery, to be able to stand up to your friends, to turn your back on people you love when they have crossed too many lines. It’s another kind of strength entirely to be willing to let people close to you again, to believe them when they say they have changed.

I think she loved her friend Severus, really, truly, always. I think she was waiting for him to get over being a dickwad. I think she would have waited forever, but I also like to think she wouldn’t have shed any tears over it, no matter how long the years of her life.

We don’t know much about Lily Potter, when you really get down to it. She was friends with a greasy git who loved her, until he hurt her. She shouted down bullies, and then she married one of them. She fought in a war, and she died at home in front of her son.

But my Lily, the one I write, she loved hard, and she didn’t stop– even when she backed up and put up boundaries and forswore friendships. She didn’t ignore ugly things in people–bitterness and bigotry–but she was twenty one years old and I think she believed people could make themselves better than they had been.

She thought they could burn it out of them– the way Petunia wouldn’t listen, the way she grew more brittle with every year; the way Severus couldn’t share, couldn’t trust, the way he needed someone to hate more than he hated himself.

She believed that, one day, they could be kinder, if they just tried. Severus would grow up, would pass her randomly in Diagon Alley and sweep his hair out of his eyes and ask if she had time for some tea, there were things they should talk about, he was sorry, and he’d been tutoring Muggleborns up at Hogwarts because he knew what it was like to feel out of place. Maybe Petunia would call on her birthday and wish her well. They’d meet halfway in a park and Harry and Dudley would get mud and grass everywhere, trying to walk but mostly falling, and laughing.

Lily kept her heart close to her chest, because those things can break, but she never hated any of them. She loved them. She was waiting.

The walks of the signs

Check your rising (the sign acquaintances see) and midheaven (the sign work bosses/employees and strangers see). Also check your sun and dominant.

Based on experience with others’ sun/rising/midheaven

The walk of an Aries:

When the Ram walks, they do not swing their hands. Their walk may seem quite sloppy, but it is just straight to the point. They stand tall, but not completely upright, and their shoulders are quite relaxed. Aries do not take quick paces, but instead long strides. They are the one mindlessly fixing their hair as they walk. Eyes exploring their surroundings, sometimes Aries seem lost, even when they know exactly where they are going. 

The walk of a Taurus:

They keep their body straight, with their shoulders slightly hunched down. Often, they are fiddling with their belt or sweeping their hair to the side. Their strides are big, and they walk fast. The walk of a Taurus almost seems mechanical. When walking, they are looking at their destination, or whoever is with them. They are the ones to turn around in the middle of a busy hallway, without noticing it is packed, just to tell you about a movie.

The walk of a Gemini:

With almost a swagger in their step, their shoulders are down and back in confidence. Their thumbs may be in their pockets, or hands playing with an object. They walk at a quick pace, with usually quite small steps. Their eyes are usually fixed on the destination, even if talking to someone on the way. The walk of a Gemini almost looks unbalanced, as they may sway slightly come side to side. They are the ones who blindly stop in a crowded doorway.

The walk of a Cancer:

Their walk seems to be in slow-motion, and is usually quite humble. They have relaxed shoulders and an air of softness in each step. They are usually talking to someone when they are walking, but if alone will be minding their own business; maybe playing with their hair. Often their hands have to be still, but doing something; like being in their pockets, or holding a book. In busy hallways, they are snaking through the crowd.

The walk of a Leo:

Very proud. Their shoulders are down, their back in straight, and their chest is puffed out. Their movement is bold, with short steps. Often, they are carrying a folder under one arm. Leo will be set on their destination until something breaks their focus, and their eyes start darting around their location. A Leo may swing their free arm swiftly, their palm faces either up or down. They are either the ones blocking the path, or the ones grumpily trying to get past.

The walk of a Virgo:

Their hands have to be busy; fiddling with a tie, holding books, or holding their hands together. Their steps are short, but their pace is quite quick. They are often looking to the ground and glancing down, only looking up to appreciate the scenery around them. Their shoulders are always relaxed, but either enclosed on themselves or open, depending on how confident the Virgo is in a space. They are the ones navigating through crowds.

The walk of a Libra:

Their walk can be seen as sloppy, but usually it is just because they are very chill. They talk soft-footed small steps, and do not walk very fast. A Libra believes they have all the time in the world to get to their destination. Often engrossed in conversation or thought, Libra is looking around, but never as anything specific. They are the ones who block doorways as they are unaware of their surroundings.

The walk of a Scorpio:

The movement of the Scorpion is swift. It is almost like they have perfectly rehearsed every single movement. They usually have their hands in their pockets or a bag around their arm, with the feet pointed out like a penguin. Watching people, their eyes often fix on individual things, then move onto something new. Scorpio walks at a fast pace and is often conscious of those around them; opening doors and standing to one side in order to not be in the way.

The walk of a Sagittarius:

They are fun and sloppy, often stood straight backed in contrast. The Archer is usually find standing tall, with their chest puffed out so slightly. They use their bodies and gestures boldly, maybe their shoulders move up and down when they laugh, or their whole side turns as they open doors. Blissfully unaware of those around them, Sagittarius may fall into you or stop in front of you quite often.

The walk of a Capricorn:

They have a natural swagger. They may have their fingers curled with one palm pointing to the ceiling, or their feet slightly pointing out. They are very active walkers in this way, as they are always doing something with their hands. Capricorn is notorious for fixing or mindlessly playing with their hair. They may sometimes seem fierce or scary, as they stand and walk quite boldly. Sometimes they block the halls, but this is because if you don’t say “excuse me”, why should they move? 

The walk of an Aquarius:

Aquarius is blind to those around them, merely enjoying those they walk with or any plans they are thinking up. They lean back slightly and walk with a group of friends whenever possible. Often, you will see them subtly swinging an arm back and forth. The Water Bearer often walks with a smile on their face. They may be in the way of people, but they don’t particularly care about that, as you could probably find a different way around.

The walk of a Pisces:

They do not draw much attention towards themselves. They walk alone in peace, or often take a back seat in larger groups. The Fish may have their head to the ground as they take quick and small steps. This individual can often be stopped as they tend to swing their arms. If a Pisces isn’t looking at the ground, they may be seeing looking out to the distance, or examine an on-coming crowd.

Imagine Sam Taking Care of You When You’re Sick

Author’s Note: I did have a preference for you all this week, but since I was dying from the stomach virus, I never finished it and I can’t remember what all I was doing to write for it. So here is this instead, how I would imagine Sam Winchester taking care of me. - Haley xx 


Warm hands ran themselves along your back as you tried to breathe. You had gotten sick on the job and was forced to stay behind, but now the hunt was over and it was time to go home. Riding in the backseat made you feel even sicker even to the point where Dean had to pull over on the side of the road to let you empty your stomach.

But the warm hands softly touching you made you feel slightly better. You couldn’t remember what happened after the last time you threw up and you really didn’t care; you knew you were still in the car and that was about it.

“Y/N,” Sam whispered, sweeping the hair away from your eyes. You squinted one eye open and saw Sam from above you. “Hey there,” he said, giving you a smile, “feel any better?”

You shook your head no and closed your eyes again.

“Dean got you some Sprite,” Sam said. “Sit up and take a drink. It’ll make you feel better.”

You groaned and pushed yourself up from the backseat. Sitting up made you feel dizzy and you always fell back to the seat when those warm hands wrapped themselves around you to hold you steady.

“You’ve been snoozing on me all day, Y/N,” Sam said, helping you take a drink. “I hope you don’t mind me playing with your hair.”

You felt your face getting hot and just shrugged. You’ve always had the biggest crush on Sam since you met him and Dean, and being this close to him was your number one fantasy. You just wish you were sick while this close.

“Come here,” Sam said softly, and pulled you back into his lap.

“You’re gonna get sick,” You managed to say.

“I’ll be fine,” Sam said, playing with your hair again. “Besides, you can take care of me.”

That’s Crazy (Derek)

a derek fic? what in the world


“You’re pregnant.” Lydia observes as you shove a hoodie into your bag. “Whose is it?”

“Dereks.” You pant, sliding an arm over your counter of makeup and shrugging off what falls on the floor. “It’s no big deal, we hook up sometimes when there’s no one else.”

“Y/N, if it’s Dere-”

“Then I need to go.” You counter, shoving all your items into the luggage bag. “He’d understand.”

“So he doesn’t know, at all.” She groans, crossing the room and sinking onto your bed.

“You’re the only one who does know, and you can’t tell. I have a person growing inside of me, and if I’m gonna keep my little pea safe, then I need to get as far from Beacon Hills as I can.” You exhale a long breath, sweeping your hair from your face. Lydia stares at you and you bite your lip, crossing and sinking into a crouch before her. “You know I’m not to sort to do this if I’m not serious.”

“I know.” She rasps, covering your palm on her knee with her own. “That’s why this sucks so much.”


You beamed at Derek across the sheets and he laughed softly, looking toward the ceiling with a smile brightening his expression.

“Don’t tell me it wasn’t hilarious.” You snicker, sliding closer and pushing yourself into his eye line. “Admit it.”

“It wasn’t really appropriate.” He hedges and you cackle, your finger pressing his bottom lip lightly.

“Anything above bestiality and paedophilia is always appropriate during sex.” You point out, gasping when he nips lightly at the pad of your finger. “A bite from a werewolf! What have you done!”

He laughs, rolling onto his side as you flop backwards off him, your head hitting the pillow with a dramatic sound.

“I like this.” He mumbles softly and you eye him curiously.

“Hanging out together naked? Like without- and when I say without I mean after, sex? I like it too.” You beam and he smiles again, his expression breathtaking. Quite literally so when he kisses you just as you’re about to inhale. “Oh!-” You squeak, pulling back from Derek and earning yourself a glower. “Also, penis to the ear is inappropriate for sex.”

“You are never gonna let that go, are you?” Derek groans, eyeing you disdainfully and you can’t help cackling.

“Der, when I let that go will be the day I’m buried. I’ll hold onto it a few days after death, and when the dirt covers my coffin, will I finally get over it.” You snort, only to glare at the sudden focus in his gaze. “Murder isn’t legal, Der, and really, killing a gal because she keeps telling everyone of the time you prodded her in the ear because you were too impatient? Totally not Zen.”

“It was an accident! It was both our faul- Wait, telling everyone?”

“What?”


Lydia sighs and stands, crossing to your bag and pulling everything out. For a moment, your lips part to stop her and she spears you with a glare. ‘

“You’re going to need everything you can fit.” She glowers, folding items with military precision and replacing them in the bag, and grabbing other items from around the room. “We’re going to Peters, then you can drop me home and disappear.”

“Peters?” You cringe and she rolls her eyes, unplugging your chargers and stuffing it and the powerboard into the bag.

“Peter has money he’ll give you, since we both know you don’t have enough.” She mutters, zipping the bag and hefting it into her arms. “Grab your things, come on.”


The club music boomed above and you could see Derek fighting the bitter look on his face for you. Resting a gentle palm on his arm, you smile at him and he relaxes, the expression instantly turning sour and you laugh.

“The music.” He explains and you nod easily, eyeing the crowd around the bar where you stand. A girl eyes you and Derek and you look examine her.

“Red hair, four o’clock.” You offer and he glances in the girls direction before turning back to you.

“She smells like drugs.” He sighs, flagging down the bartender.

“You can smell that from here? Jeez.” You hiss, eyeing her and blindly accepting the drink from Derek. Taking a sip, you scan the crowd again, locking on a blonde but discarding her instantly. “This is good, thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” Derek murmurs, arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you against him possessively. Ignoring whatever’s riled him, you beam up at the dark haired man, running a thumb over his jawline.

“Thank you again.” You smirk and he repeats himself, his thumb rubbing the bare skin of your back minutely.


“You’re pregnant.” Peter says, repeating your words and you nod, swallowing hard. “Okay.”

“Good.” Lydia says, seating herself on his couch and gesturing for you to follow him. Nervously, you do as bid and follow Peter through his apartment, stopping in the doorway to his office.

“How much would you like?” Peter asks, pulling a tablet from a safe and your jaw falls open but no words come. “Two hundred thousand should last you… But with a baby…”

He hums, tapping on the screen before beckoning you closer. “I need your bank details.”

“I- ah-”

“Y/N, it’s okay.” He promises gently, meet your gaze with a serious look. “I don’t think you should run, but you’ve got a Hale inside you. And if Derek is anything like me, he’d have wanted to know there was someone out there helping the mother of his child. If all I can do for you is money, then you can have as much as you like.”

“Thank you.” You croak, not looking at the number of zeros as you type your details into the boxes and hand the device back.

Peter taps the screen a few more times before locking it and setting it in the safe. Locking the box, he crosses the room and pulls open a drawer.

“Here. It has my number in it and you can add Lydias.” He says, offering you a cell phone. “If you’re ever in trouble, something goes wrong, it’ll always be topped up and I’ll always answer.”

“Peter.” You swallow, trying to clear your throat of the lump that’s blocking it.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” He smirks, setting the phone into your hand. “Keep it on you and hidden at all times. Okay? Hidden.”

“Okay.” You nod seriously, clutching it to your chest. Peter smiles, his hand gentle as he guides you from the room and back to Lydia.

“I’m glad you brought her.” Peter says and Lydia nods, her gaze level on his.

“I knew you’d help her.” She answers succinctly and he smiles, just slightly. Just as you’re about to move toward Lydia, your phone vibrates in your pocket and something inside you promises that it’s Derek.


“No Josie tonight?” You ask, the phone pressed to your ear and the sound of Dereks rumbly laughter drifts out.

She wanted to see my place.” He explains and you roll your eyes, glad he can’t see you. Commitment-phobe didn’t even begin to describe Derek.

“I know this argument before so I’m not going to bring it up-”

“I just don’t want some creep girls who can’t move on stalking me. Or leaving things behind.” He cuts in and you groan.

“I said I know.” You whine and he laughs, asking for you to come over again. “Yeah, I’ll be there in half an hour.”

Climbing from your bed, you hang up and strip out of the comfy pyjamas you were wearing and replace them with lacy, gold lingerie.

Slipping a giant jumper over the top and leggings, you gather your things and head for his house.


“Come on, take me home.” Lydia coos, and you offer her the phone Peter had given you and slipping yours from your pocket.

“Thanks Peter, really.” You offer, bidding him goodbye, unconcerned when he doesn’t respond.

Come over tonight?

Chewing your lip, you tap out an answer and slip the phone back into your pocket. “Done?”

“Done.” Lydia answers, handing you the phone back and you smile, unlocking the doors of your car.


the end (it’s gonna have a second part ofc)

AniMay photo challenge, day 10: favorite anime hair.
Ive been trying to use a wide variety of animes for this challenge, but i keep coming back to my few favorites. I giess theyre my favorites for a reason. Favorite anime hair is, by far, Atem from Yugioh! (very similar to Yugi’s but i like Atem’s better). Its just so out there neat. I have no idea how anyone would get this to stay up on a daily basis in the real world though

title: mama says
rating: K
pairings/characters: papasuke, sarada
summary: you’re nothing like your mother; everything like your mother
author’s note: sasuke has recently returned to konoha (permanently) and has begun to train with boruto. sarada is around 14 here and a chuunin. ps: feedback is always much appreciated:)


Sasuke Uchiha sits perched in a tree, high above the west side training grounds of Konoha, reserved for newly minted chuunin. He watches his daughter and her team train as Konohamaru Sarutobi shouts about them staying in formation. He asses the children and reasons that the team is well balanced; each child holds their own strengths and their weaknesses are counteracted by the abilities of their teammates.

Naruto’s dobe—son—tellingly, is the most gifted when it comes to chakra. He’s proficient in his taijutsu skills, unlike Naruto, thanks to Hiashi Hyuga who’d rather be damned than have his grandson be clueless as to even the most basic secrets of the gentle fist. In his time training with Sasuke, he’s been able to perfect his rasengan; it varies slightly in chakra nature from his father’s and the Fourth Hokage’s, but it’s powerful nonetheless, and he wields it with confidence as if he created the jutsu himself. Sasuke had to hand it to him, despite his cluelessness, recklessness and stupidity, Boruto was confident and brave—definitely his father’s son.

Mitsuki’s skill is slimy, gruesome and leaves even Sasuke with the slightest pang discomfort. How or when Oorchimaru taught his spawn the body distortion techniques he used so frequently (and frighteningly, Sasuke recalls), was beyond him. The blue haired boy was as precise as he was mysterious, and despite the vivid, raw memories of his old mentor flooding back to him with every move Mitsuki made, Sasuke couldn’t help but feel bad for the boy. He was clearly talented, but he couldn’t imagine how cautious others must have been of him—scary talent wasn’t always as cracked up as it seemed in the shinobi world.

Then there was Sarada, who, he’d never admit to, but, watched over a bit more carefully than the others. He watched as she trained with the diligence, poise and perfection expected of an Uchiha and wielded the same chakra control and fiery spirit of her mother. Fireballs flew from her lips with as much ease as the ground shattered below her fists. She threw shuriken with scary accuracy and spun her sharingan in a way that left Sasuke with no doubt that she had Itachi’s eyes. She weaved through training dummies with a chidori that chirped more violently than his own while her long, dark hair flew behind her.

And Sasuke smiled. He was full to the brim with a kind of pride he never thought he’d feel again—the kind when you’re so proud of your family that it leaves a visible smile that stains your heart forever. He hasn’t felt this way since Itachi was in his life, but he knows what he’s feeling now is even more abundant than the love and pride he felt as a genin baby brother, because Sarada is his daughter, his flesh and blood, and in the simplest of words, she’s incredible.

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Of Idiots and Ink

I have a weakness for soulmate AUs. My friend @notallpotatoesarefrenchfries and I were talking about different scenarios, and this one is just so cute, so I had to write about it. ( @velocifoxy )

Summary: Human!Sides. In this world, whenever your soulmate writes on themselves, the ink shows up on your body as well. Many soulmates use this as a way to communicate and meet up with the one they are meant to be with, and, wanting to meet his love, Roman writes cute notes on himself everyday in hopes that one day the soulmate link will be found and his lover will view his words of love. He has always been excited about the prospect of his soulmate responding and living happily ever after. One morning he writes “Good morning, my love” on his forearm and checks back to see “No morning is good” written beneath it in a handwriting that is most definitely not his own.

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Pairing: Prinxiety. This is going to be tooth rottingly fluffy, so prepare your little hearts my darlings!

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“Why don’t you come in? We can talk.”
AlecXReader

You were the youngest and newest Cullen Clan member. Alice had seen you and from there her and Jasper set off to find you. When you returned with them you were met with nothing, but love and affection from your new family. Growing particularly close with Carlisle you had heard all the stories of the Volturi and of his time with them. They interested you and terrified you all at the same time. You emphasized with the twins most and understood what made them so cynical as vampires. That’s why when you heard they were coming for a visit you made sure to be as polite and well-behaved as you could be. Your first impression when Aro walked through the door was “Woah I wish my hair was a silky as his,” which needless to say earned a slight smile from Edward. Cauis looked exactly as he had been described to you, perpetually pissed off. Marcus seemed to have no interest in why they were there and what was going on, and you couldn’t blame him. Felix was the next you noticed, he loomed at least a foot and a half taller than you and had a physique similar to Emmett. You bet that would be one heck of a fight if it ever came down to it. Next to Felix stood a shorter man who you recognized to be Demetri, Amun had spoke of him the last time Carlisle and you had visited Egypt. You knew the capability of his power and found it absolutely fascinating. A girl about three inches shorter than you glided up to Aro’s right side. This was her. This was Jane. She looked different than you had imagined. Her hair was pulled back into her signature bun and her red eyes scanned the room several times every minute, as if she was ready to drop someone at any moment. Her cheekbones were sharply defined and her lips were thinner than yours. She made eye contact with you and you immediately dropped your gaze to your painted nails and started to chip off the gray and red paint. You only looked up again when her burning gaze left your body. When you looked up a boy had moved to Aro’s left side. You almost took a sharp intake of breath but quickly regained yourself. This was Alec. He stood with his shoulders square to make him look broader and his feet shoulder with apart. His face alone was beautiful, much like his sister his cheekbones were high and defined, but his lips were plumper. His red eyes glittered under fine, thick lashes, indicating they had fed recently. His dark hair was sweeped the side and it framed his face nicely. His hands were clasped behind him beneath his cloak and his arms rippled every minute or two showing that he was clenching his fist. You heard someone clear their throat and your head snapped in their direction.
“Aro, this is Y/N, the newest member to our clan,” Carlisle spoke giving you a soft smile as you looked Aro in the eyes giving what you hoped looked like a welcoming smile.
“Y/N, what a lovely name for a lovely young lady” Aro spoke taking tow strides forwards and grasping your hand.
“Tha-” you didn’t get to finished before your human life flashed before your eyes as Aro saw it. Your first day of school, your first crush, your best friend, your prom dresses, your car, your parents, your siblings, the car wreck that you “died” in, he saw all of it and you had never felt more vulnerable in your existence.
“What an extremely ordinary life you had, Y/N,” Aro commented striding backwards to his spot between Alec and Jane.
“I-Um-thank you, I guess,” you stuttered trying to regain composure. Aro gave off a light laugh before Marcus stuck out his hand to him. Aro quickly grabbed for it pushing Alec back slightly, as if what Marcus was offering him better than the blood he craved. Not seconds later Aro’s loud maniacal laugh filled the kitchen where the clan’s were gathered. Edward was beside you in seconds in a defensive stance
“No, I will not let my baby sister be mated to him,” Edward hissed.
“What is it Aro,” Carlisle said calmly, as if he already knew the answer to his own question.
“Miss Y/N here, is Alec’s mate, dear friend,” Aro said dreamily like, as if he had hoped for this very day. My mouth fell slightly agape as I made eye contact with Alec who hadn’t even broke composure. He was stoic, he showed no shock as I did. Jane, however, looked as if she was ready to burn me right then and there.
“No,” Emmett growled and moved to stand by Edward in front of me, “Out little sister isn’t about to be mated with a Volturi guard.”
“Your ‘little sister’ has no choice, fools,” Cauis spat, looking for a fight. Emmett growled and started to move forward. You grabbed his arm and attempted to hold him back as Felix moved forward. You had bet that a fight between the two would be a good fight, but you did not want it to be over you.
“He is right, Emmett, you have no say and neither do Alec or I. I’m sure if he had a choice he would chose different,” you pleaded with your brother. Fortunately, Emmett backed down and so did Felix, but the tension still stuck in hot and heavy in the air.
“May we stay a few days, Carlisle. So the new mates may get to know each other before she comes back to Voltaire with us,” Aro smiled as if the encounter between Emmett and Felix hadn’t even happened.
“Of course,” Carlisle nodded much to your horror. Yes, Alec was beautiful, but did you want to be mated to him? You weren’t for sure, he put you on edge, they all did.
The days went on and you didn’t even speak with Alec. Yes you two had your fair share of state downs as you tried to find the right words to say to him. What do you say to him? “Oh hey my names Y/N, nice to finally meet the guy I’ll be with for the rest of my immortal life,” some how you didn’t think that would quite cut it. Jane had been staring you down every time she saw you. You understood why, she feels like you’re going to take away her brother and he’ll not have anytime for her anymore. You understood where she was coming from, but it was seriously making you panic that she would light you on fire if you turned your back to her. You decided enough was enough and it was finally time to talk to Alec and maybe Jane if she was with him at the time, so there you stood in front of the white oak door with your hand raised ready to knock. You debated for several minutes before lowering your hand and moving to back away. Right as you did though the door swung open.
“I’ve been waiting for you to knock, but seeing as you never did, why don’t you come in? We can talk,” he spoke smoothly.
“Uh, sure,” if you would have been human your face would have been redder than that really bad sunburn you got when you went to the beach for spring break one year and didn’t wear sunscreen the whole week.
“My sister feels as if you are going to take me away from her,” he bluntly stated closing the door behind him.
“I promise you that won’t happen, I know how much the two of you mean to each other,” you say hugging your arms to your chest and turning to face him. You fiddle with the ends of your long sleeve shirt as you waited for a response.
“Good. As long as you know my sister will be a priority over you,” he was very cold.
“I know, I am sorry. I know you don’t want to be mated to me. I’m in no way pretty and by no means special. I don’t even have a power,” you apologize lowering your gaze from his.
“You are very pretty, Y/N. Please do not think otherwise. And you are special. Well now you are. You’re the mate to one of the witch twins. You will be respected because others will be afraid to disrespect you because you are mine,” his slender fingers wrap under your chin and lift your face to look at him.
“No matter what you may believe Y/N, I do want you and I believe with time we can learn to love each other. For now though, no I don’t love you, but you are mine.”

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