Let Us Be

draw me, paint me,

write me into your world

I am ready, love

ready for love

prepared to share

my heart, my home

every breathe, every step

engaged with you, love

may our fingers and rings

intermingle, stay hand in hand

holding, clasping, embracing

let us move forth, as one

two souls, mates for eternity

I couldn’t love you more

than every feeling that runs through me

every lost, wild river,

on its journey to immortal sea

forever, let us be

FollowCB | Copyright April 20, 2018

anonymous asked:

Yo! if you can do a drabble on noctis thatbe great. maybe an alternative ending where *SPOILERS* he doesnt die at the end and immediately thinks of seekin out the reader, with the rest of the boys watchin like in disbelief or somethin; thx

Hey there! Thanks so much for the request, I absolutely loved writing it!!!
Writing this made me much happier than it probably should have. 

Alternate Ending Drabble: Noctis

Pairing: Noctis/Reader

Genre: Lil bit of angst. (happy ending tho)

Warnings: Spoilers below!!! Also blood?

Noctis’ eyelids shot open, grey eyes peering at the dark, destroyed throne room.


Desperation clawed at his insides. He had to find you. Lunging to his feet, a yell of pain escaped his lips, one hand clasping at his chest as he panted on the cold floor.


He gasped, head raised just enough to peer at the large doors near the end of the hall. Blood soaked through his uniform, dripping down his fingers and staining them a deep red.


The king crawled on his hands and knees, collapsing every few feet and leaving a trail of crimson on the throne room floor. He crawled passed the rubble, climbing blocks of marble and granite, all to reach you: the love of his life.


He had to find you. He had to see with his own eyes that you were okay. Noctis had fought harder than anyone. He fought for his people, for his friends, for those who lived, and those who died. Most of all, he fought for you.

Pained groans and gasps escaped his lips. He could still feel the weapons of his ancestors on his skin; he could still feel sword that had been meant for his heart. It was no matter. He had been through worse. He didn’t care, not as long as he could see your beautiful face again.


The one who had captured his heart. Determination and desperation to see you kept him moving, even as blood dripped through his fingers. His eyes were set forward, a determined frown replacing the pained grimace on his lips. With a pained groan, he launched himself to his feet, standing unsteadily.


He moved forward, nearly falling back to the ground. He held strong, stumbling forward. His desire to see you, his love for you, was stronger than any wound. His heart was soaring passed the pain, you were just on the other side of those doors.

With one hand clutching his chest, the other leaned on the heavy doors. Noctis winced at the pain that shot through his torso as the doors creaked open. He was panting, pain flashing across his face. Still, he looked forward.

Down the marble steps, he saw his comrades, his brothers, standing still.

Prompto was hunched over and sobbing, trying to stifle the choked noises escaping his lips. Despite the reason behind the blond’s tears, Nocts couldn’t help but feel a tiny smile tugging at his lips; Prompto had always been an ugly crier.

Only a few feet away from Prompto, Ignis sat, face impassive. His shoulders were tense, back straight as a rod. Ignis wasn’t one to cry in front of others, although a single tear trailed out from his unseeing eyes.

Gladio’s eyes were shut. He looked almost as pained as Noctis felt. His broad shoulders shuddered, a choked sound emerging from his throat, as he squeezed his eyes tight. The man had spent his whole life trying to protect Noctis; he felt as though he had failed.


Where were you?

Noctis’ eyes shot around, desperately looking for you. He felt his blood rushing in his ears, his heart thumping louder when he didn’t see your familiar figure.

“Y/N.” His voice was hoarse, rough. It was barely audible, however, everyone heard it. Noctis paid no mind to the heads of his best friends as they whirled towards him. He didn’t see the shocked halt in Prompto’s tears, the surprise in Gladio’s distraught eyes, or the stunned expression on Ignis’ face. He saw none of it.

“Y/N.” He only saw you. His somber eyes only looked to your huddled form by the railing that had slowly unfurled at the sound of his voice. Relief was pouring into his voice, his pained expression replaced by one of desperate joy. Silent tears had been streaming down your face, although now they were replaced by tears of happiness.

You lurched to your feet, your boots slapping the stairs loudly as you bolted towards your King. He took an unsteady step forward for every three stairs you took, and within seconds you two were locked in a warm, tight embrace.

The men behind you were still looking on in disbelief. They were shocked, stunned, and amazed all at once. They were stepping forward, Ignis already pulling potions out from his uniform for the wounds he knew Noctis had.

Still, their King paid no mind to them. His arms remained tightly clasped around you and if it wasn’t for your own arms wound around him, he would have fallen where he stood. Tears of happiness flowed freely from your tightly shut eyes, while tears of relief trailed down Noctis’. The two of you remained locked in your embrace for as long as possible, neither one wanting to let go ever again. Behind your loving embrace, the sun rose for the first time in ten years, shedding light on the land as well as your future.

ultramidge  asked:

Orchid for literally anyone in banshee!verse?

exotic beauty, proud and glorious femininity; and you also get about a thousand gold stars for asking for this universe

flower prompts | ko-fi

Kelly crosses her arms, and Leah does the same. From the slight movement of air behind her, she gathers Corrigan, Chloe, and Deck are affecting a similar posture. A quick glance to the side confirms that Cavanaugh’s the only one of them with any sense, standing with her arms relaxed, hands clasped behind her back. Kelly doubts it’s really sense, more being three-days-new to all this and not having a clue about the woman standing in front of her.

“Now,” Leah says in the smooth, sweet, disarming tone that drew Kelly in two centuries ago - she was going by Katie at the time, Leah by Lucy, living in the humidity of New Orleans, ruling the French Quarter from the shadows together. “I know why you’re here, but my first question is: how did you find me?” It’s the same sweet, disarming tone, but with a subtle hint of poison, a pretty flower that smells just a little too sweet.

Kelly doesn’t begrudge Leah her poison. She’d be furious too, might even run away to a remote mountain in the Andes with limited cell phone reception, might even force everyone to contact her by a cranky magic mirror that connects only about half the time. Might even open the door to people she once considered friends, and slam it shut. But she needs Leah, they all need Leah. The cycle needs Leah. “Your daughter didn’t give you up,” she promises. “Your mother did.”

Leah swallows that and processes it for a moment. “A conversation to be had with her at a later date, I suppose. You’re here,” she pulls her gaze outward, no longer focusing just on Kelly, but on the other four women as well, “because someone killed the Phoenix, ending the cycle sixty years too early.”

“Technically we can’t prove that he was killed,” Deck says.

“He’s dead,” Chloe says, raising her eyebrows to make her point. “What difference does it make as to the how of it?”

Kelly clears her throat before the two can restart a fight that began in the car when they left the airport five hours ago. “That distinction is actually where you come in, Leah. You can see events both forward and back. If you find nothing, then the universe wants to prematurely end this cycle, and we let it end. But if his death was caused by something or someone…” she trails off.

Leah shifts, tugs her thick sweater tighter around her slim shoulders. “I only measure life, Morrigan,” she says, throwing pointed emphasis on the name. “I don’t determine what path it takes or the method of its end.”

“Isn’t a side perk to being a Fate that you get super secret Oracle powers?” Chloe’s dropped her arms, now they’re resting defiantly on her hips. Kelly takes a shallow, quiet breath and counts to ten. Bringing her along was a mistake. Deck shoves a sharp elbow into Chloe’s ribs, for all the good it will do at getting her to shut up.

Leah squares her shoulders and continues with the same tone. “You are all very delusional to come intrude upon my life in this manner and expect any help. I’m surprised my mother didn’t properly convey my level of fury with the Dark. Especially you, sluagh,” she spits the word at Chloe, who opens her mouth, revealing sharpening teeth, and hisses.

Leah’s eyes immediately latch onto Chloe’s, ignoring everyone else in the room. A wind blows through around their legs and Leah stalks forward, seemingly growing taller with each step. Kelly instinctively takes a step back, and the other three do the same; the wind picks up, blowing papers around and swirling through Corrigan’s skirt. Leah’s eyes change to brilliant gold, and all of her seems to glow as if she were lit from within. Chloe scrambles backward up onto the desk, fingernails elongating into talons that dig deep marks in the mahogany wood. She glares at Leah and the whites of her eyes darken to pure black as her irises glow an angry, violent red. Her lips curl over sharpened teeth.

Kelly’s seen it before, both of them, but she spares a quick look over at the others, especially Cavanaugh, who looks equal parts horrified and fascinated, and gives them a little wave of her hand. She may be dealing with a Fate and a keres, but she’s the Morrigan. And she’s getting annoyed.

“John was a declared neutral,” Leah growls.

“He should not have been there,” Chloe snarls, turning slowly to keep her eyes on Leah as the other woman circles the desk.

The wind picks up and swirls around Leah, blowing her hair about her shoulders. “John was a declared neutral and had been for centuries, and you killed him anyway,” her voice rumbles with a strange echo, and suddenly she’s towering half an inch away from Chloe, undeterred by the razor-sharp teeth and claws, or the shadow of bony wings beginning to form.

“Ladies,” Kelly says firmly.

Both of them abruptly snap their glares to Kelly; she knows she was never going to get anywhere by asking. She briefly closes her eyes and feels her glamour lift, revealing her natural dark red irises. The flutter of many wings joins Leah’s wind, soft at first, but soon louder and louder until it’s deafening and the other three are looking all around the room for even a hint of a bird. They find none, until a raven flies in through an open window and lands on her shoulder.

Kelly stalks forward to Lily and Chloe, black feathers falling from her footsteps onto the dark hardwood floor. The raven screeches. “Enough,” she says, allowing her accent to come through. “Arguing about old wounds will not resolve new ones.” Her own voice echoes deeply, reverberating through the air. “The Phoenix is dead, six decades too soon. Your assistance is required, Lachesis. Not requested.”

here are a bunch of fucking fantastic fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of october. I recommend that you read these great fics in november, if you haven’t already!! also check out the Reverse Big Bang and 31 Days of Smut!

(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)

1. Damn the Dark, Damn the Light 20k

“Why is this face of beauty ringing so true?” The genuine confusion in Harry’s voice causes Louis’ chest to painfully twinge. “You’re a complete stranger in my eyes, William Shakespeare, but not in my heart. How is that possible?”

Louis wants to live out every romance plot he has ever written in his own life. He wants to be the protagonist of his own narrative, the hero who finds true love and gets his happy ending. Instead, Louis is stuck with only dreaming of such wild fantasies and writing them down. He can create entire romances in his dreams, yet he can never live one.

2. Threadbare 20k**

Harry Styles was eight years old when Louis Tomlinson kept him from falling into a machine in a Manchester textile mill. He was 18 years old when nothing, not even the threat of death, could keep Harry from falling in love with Louis.

3. Don’t Come Down 6k

Louis takes Harry home to meet the family.

4. I’ll Take Your Pain 2k*

Or, soulmates have the ability to feel each other’s pain, and Harry finds his after getting his arse waxed.

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By Royal Decree (Part 13)

Summary: Betrothed to a man that does not like you in the least, you grit your teeth and take on the duties expected of you as a princess. (Royal AU; Prince!Bucky Barnes).

Word Count: 1,833

Warnings: None.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

The two boys hid from their caretakers, laughing quietly behind hands clasped over their mouths.

“Do you think they’re gonna catch us?”

“I hope not! I’m so tired of learning about the history of this and that, how to sit, how to bow. It’s all so boring!”

“But you have to learn that!”


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aqueduct|jung hoseok

   ⧽ prompt: “Look at me.”

   ⧽ rating: m

   ⧽ summary: You were a little more than enamored with the sun. —Atlantis!Hoseok

❥ parts: I. II. III. IV. V (Final).

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At Your Service (M)

Pairing: BTS Yoongi/Suga (Doberman Pinshcer Hybrid) x Reader (human)

Genre: Fluff/ Slight Angst/ Smut/ Hybrid au/ Office worker (reader)/ Bodyguard au

Summary: Your Grandpa adopted him, ex-K-9 police dog hybrid, to kept the auto shop safe. He had to fulfill his viscous guard dog hybrid appeal, but he was putty in your hands. However, when an unexpected event happens you take ownership of Yoongi, your best friend…but when tensions build, will he want to stay with you?  

Words:10 K

Warnings: Death of character (family member), smut, knotting kink, oral (giving), switch/dom/sub, baby girl & baby boy, protection, cursing, and dirty talk. Rated 18+

A/N: Hi…I wanted to release this one shot as an intermediate while I’m working on other series. Thank you for being patient with me. This is supposed to be lighthearted~. Thank you for reading~ check out the other version to get a (slightly different perspective on this one shot!

Masterlist, Monsta X Shownu/Hyun-woo Version

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REQUEST: I don’t know if this request will be interesting for u but can u please do a soulmate au with any member (and I don’t care if there’s angst but maybe a happy ending if u can)

PAIRING: jeon jungkook x reader

GENRE: soulmate au, you see in black and white until you touch your soulmate, best friend’s brother au, university au



A/N: im 200ish away from 5,000 followers i’m gonna cry no lie sktkcijskfkgjfi i love u guys

SUMMARY: You believed the color your eyes registered was the default, unaware that you knew your soulmate long before you began searching.

Originally posted by jengkook

“He held my hand, opened doors for me, gave me his jacket, paid for the meal,” Rena gushed about Chen, her soulmate that she finally encountered after searching for months.  She clasped her hands in front of her chest, swooning over the words she spoke lightly, recalling the previous night.

“That sounds pretty great,” you chuckled quietly.  Noticing a bright flower that had fallen onto the concrete, you were reminded of your failed knowledge of your own soulmate.  Whoever he was, you touched one another and were soon swept away.

“It was!” Rena opened the front door to her house, glancing back at you to make sure you were still there.  Your mind was focused elsewhere, staring blankly at the textbooks in your arms, wondering if your own soulmate would carry them for you whenever you met him.  You then pondered if he would open doors for you and if he would compliment you endlessly even when you looked awful.  “He was so handsome too! He wore a suit and brought flowers… Y/N, I can’t wait until you meet yours and experience the same! We can go on double dates and our soulmates can be best friends! Oh, imagine it~!”

“Is she going on about her soulmate again?” Jungkook, Rena’s older brother, asked as you closed the door behind you.  You laughed lightly, seeing the disgust in his dark eyes.  “That’s all she talks about nowadays. It used to be school and friends, now it’s Chen.”

“You’ll understand one day, Jungkook!” Rena swooned, taking your textbooks and bag from you to go throw on the floor of her bedroom.  Despite being focused on studying, you both knew that would be impossible to do without having dinner first.  You thanked Rena quietly before heading into the kitchen to help Mrs. Jeon with dinner.

Jungkook sat at the island, staring at his laptop with an irritated expression.  His eyebrows were furrowed as he clicked on something and then sighed, almost begging to find whatever he was searching for.  You shuffled over to the sink and washed your hands, staring out into the backyard that you, Rena, and Jungkook once ran around many years ago.  The tree you used to climb with Jungkook and listen to Rena as she cried for you two to get down, afraid that you would fall and hurt yourselves.  The flowerbed you once hid in during hide-and-seek only to be found by Mrs. Jeon who had been wondering who was ruining her flowers.  You sighed quietly as you returned to reality, grabbing an apron and wrapping it around your waist loosely.  Mrs. Jeon was the reason you decided to major in Culinary Studies, and ever since she has asked you to cook with her.

“Are you ready for finals?” Jungkook asked, glancing up at you as you began to cut the peppers Mrs. Jeon had laid out in front of Jungkook’s laptop.  You shrugged, feeling neutral about the subject.  “My professor said that culinary students and medical students are typically the most worried. It’s dumb that you’re graded on how you cook something.”

“What else would we be graded on?” You asked, watching Jungkook close his laptop and set it on the dining table behind him.

“I don’t know, going out and foraging for ingredients,” Jungkook joked, reaching across the kitchen island to tuck a stray strand of your hair that had fallen in your face behind one of your ears.  You thanked him quietly as he relaxed back in his seat, placing his chin on the palms of his hands.  “Have you been studying?”

“Of course,” you replied, hearing Rena’s footsteps coming back down the stairs.  Momentarily you wished she would not return for a bit longer, not wanting to hear about Chen for another hour or two.  You loved hearing that Rena was happy, but you did not want to talk about it for the rest of the night.  You wanted to know how everyone’s days went, and if Jungkook felt any closer to his own soulmate.  He had been searching vigorously for two years, and you could tell that he was on the last straw.  You felt bad for him, yet you hoped that it would be worth it for him.  He deserved to find his soulmate more than anyone.  “I have been learning about the correct quantities of spices to make meals perfect, and tangy ingredients that will ‘take food to the next level.’ Professor Green doesn’t think of people’s preferences though.”

“I thought I heard an angel!” Mrs. Jeon smiled brightly as she walked into the kitchen with Rena.  You felt your cheeks reddening because of her sweet and motherly words as she side-hugged you and thanked you for already beginning to cook.  She was your second mom, and at times your primary mom.  She was around more than your biological parents, always finding ways to take care of you as if you were her own child.  She loved you like her own daughter, and you were unaware of how you could ever repay her for doing such a favor.  “How are you, dear?”

“Good,” you nodded, finishing up chopping the peppers as she grabbed her own apron and put it on, quickly moving towards the stove and beginning to boil the water waiting patiently in the large pot.  You assumed tonight’s menu included Mrs. Jeon’s famous pasta that everyone loved.

“Any luck finding your soulmate?” Mrs. Jeon asked as she smiled up at the picture of Mr. Jeon.  You could practically see her happiness spewing out of her as she peered at the photograph, wondering if you’d ever feel like that.

You chuckled and shook your head, “Nope. I don’t really feel like looking either. If he wants to find me he will, and if we’re actually meant to be together we’ll find a way. I want to focus on university right now, and if I meet him I’m afraid that I’ll be distracted and fail my finals.”

“See Jungkook, that’s the attitude you need to have. She’ll find you soon; I promise dear,” Mrs. Jeon smiled at her son, ensuring what he had been hoping for years.  “Like Y/N said, if you’re actually meant to be together you’ll find a way. Maybe you should listen to Y/N more.”

“I did have that attitude Mom when I was her age, but I’m helpless at this point. Also, what if we aren’t meant to be, and then I never see her? What if I’m searching for decades and I never find the one woman I’m supposed to be with because we’re not actually meant to be together? What if I join one of those groups for the elderly that haven’t met their soulmate and I die s—”

“Jungkook,” you laughed, watching as Mrs. Jeon stared at her son with a look of disbelief.  Anyone with eyes knew that Jungkook would find his soulmate and fall helplessly in love.  It was clear based on how dedicated and loyal he was, even you knew that he would treat her better than anyone else.  He was the closest to a gentleman that you had ever found.  “You’ll find her.”

“I already have; I just can’t seem to find her again. I can see any color that a person who has found their soulmate can, but I can’t seem to see her. I even went to the doctor to see if I was just being crazy, and the doctor said that I have seen my soulmate because I see colors other than black and white. I can see every color that happy, married people can, but I can’t see her. Maybe I am blind and the doctors are just wrong. That’s a possibility—“

“No, it’s not,” you replied, chuckling lightly as you dried your hands with a hand towel. You are minoring in Soulmate Studies so you know better than all of the Jeons. Jungkook huffed, running his hand through his hair as he listened to you speak the words you had told him multiple times. “Everyone has a soulmate. Those who do not have a marking that says so, never see colors, and have health issues. People who see colors have met their soulmate. Your soulmate is not dead if you see colors, Jungkook. She is out there like everyone else’s, and you will see her again eventually. Give it time. It takes time to charge your phone, for something to cook, for friendships to form, etc. You’ll see her one day.”

“Maybe you should be a counselor,” Mrs. Jeon smiled faintly, nudging you with her elbow as you rolled your eyes, tucking the strand of hair that once again fell in your face behind your ear. Jungkook rested his head on his arms as he sighed quietly, feeling helpless upon knowing the thought that his soulmate was out there somewhere. He only wanted to meet her, and he couldn’t even do that. “One of those soulmate counselors… you’d be good at it.”

“To be one you have to have found your soulmate,” You reminded Mrs. Jeon, and she bit her lip before nodding, peering down at the pasta boiling to avoid furthering the conversation.


You rolled over on your empty bed yet again, failing to fall asleep despite feeling so tired.  You thought about all the work you had to do, and embarrassing moments that occurred when you were a child.  You could barely focus on actually sleeping, and momentarily you believed it was because of your soulmate.  Maybe they couldn’t sleep either, and that was why you kept moving around.  You also believed for a moment or two that something happened to your soulmate and you had to help them in some way.  But how would you aid them if you didn’t even know them?  You placed your hands over your face, rubbing your skin in hopes that you’d feel sleepier.

Jungkook was laying in his bed, staring at the ceiling that he once looked up at with both you and Rena.  You would spend the night often because of your parents’ busy schedules, and somehow you and Rena would always send up in Jungkook’s room, staring up at his glow-in-the-dark stars that lined his ceiling.  Jungkook smiled fondly at the memories he shared with you, feeling a ting in his heart to call you for some reason.  He knew you would answer because you loved him and genuinely worried about him rather than forget his existence.  Jungkook even remembers the time when you were all teenagers and he had been stood up for prom, and how you egged the girl’s house because you were so bitter and thought Jungkook deserved so much better.  He grinned and closed his eyes, thinking for some odd reason that you were his soulmate.  He pushed the thought out of his mind quickly though, believing you saw in black and white.

Meanwhile, you felt your heart tugging you towards your phone.

"Why am I thinking about Jungkook?” You asked yourself, running your hand through your hair while staring at your phone that rested on your nightstand.  He would answer if you called and would allow you to rant, something you did a lot together when you were younger.  Whenever Rena would fall asleep the two of you would sneak outside and lay under the stars.  You missed the moments with Jungkook that no one knew about, yet at the same time, you wished they would disappear.  If they had never happened you wouldn’t be thinking about him.  You reached over and turned on your lamp, digging in your nightstand’s drawers for the small box of pictures you kept safe.

You opened the box after placing it on your lap, seeing pictures that Mrs. Jeon took of you, Jungkook, and Rena when you were all younger.  You smiled at the cute pictures of you all holding hands at the park, and simple pictures of you and Rena on the swing set.  Then there were a few pictures you could remember like they were yesterday, you sitting on the kitchen counter making snacks with Mrs. Jeon while Jungkook watched with wide, amazed eyes.  He still looked at you the same way whenever you cooked, in awe that you could do such a thing.  You smiled faintly, looking in the box again out of curiosity.  Mrs. Jeon had given it to you when you graduated high school, and you had never thoroughly examined it before. A small ribbon was located at the bottom of the box, and you lightly tugged on it just to see what would happen. The moment you did, you found a picture that caused you to physically shake.

The picture was of your childhood home, which was right next to the Jeons’s.  It was of you sitting on the staircase that the front door opened up to, and you were staring at Jungkook with your head tilted to the side.  You looked puzzled as you stared at the older boy who squatted before you, and it almost felt like you were staring at someone you loved.  But how did you love Jungkook if you didn’t know him before that moment?  You looked closer at the picture to see that your eyes were more grey than they are now, and that was when you jumped out of your bed and threw the pictures and box on your bed.  Only two people could see that Jungkook was your soulmate through the picture, and that was you and Jungkook.  Your heart began to race viciously as you took a few steps back.

Jungkook is your soulmate.

Mrs. Jeon has known since you were little.

You scrambled to your phone and quickly found Jungkook’s number, calling him as you walked out of your room and into the living room of your apartment.  It only took a few seconds for Jungkook’s voice to ring in your ears, and for you to realize that your heart paced faster whenever you heard him.  You felt the ground shaking beneath you as you listened to Jungkook repeat himself out of worry, your ears almost zoning in on him.

“Jungkook?” You spoke quietly.

“Yeah? Is everything okay, Y/N?” Jungkook spoke with concern in his voice, clearly worried for you and not knowing what was wrong.  You gulped and sat down on your couch, remembering the night when Jungkook accidentally fell asleep on it and spent the night.  You also recalled how happy both of you were the next morning.  “Y/N?”

“Jungkook, can you come over? It’s kind of an emergency and—”

“I’m getting in my car right now,” Jungkook replied, and you heard the front door of the house closing behind him.  You felt your stomach spinning, wondering if he knew or if he would find out too.  “Did something happen? Are you safe? Did someone break in?”

“N– no, no, no,” you replied, knowing it wouldn’t take long for Jungkook to reach your apartment.  You didn’t live far from their house, and that was one of the reasons why you lease the apartment.  “I’m safe.”

“Okay,” Jungkook spoke quietly; you heard his voice calm down upon hearing that you were safe.  You ran your hand through your hair as you took a deep breath.  “I’ll be there in a minute or two, okay? I’m rushing.”

After you said your goodbyes you felt your heart racing rapidly in your chest, almost as if it were going to explode at his arrival.  You questioned how you were never able to realize that he was your soulmate, understanding now that you knew it was a fact.  You always found yourself close to him without an explanation, almost as if you knew everything about him. You thought back to everything Mrs. Jeon has said about you and Jungkook, and you realized how obvious she made it. You laid down on the couch out of fear, not knowing how you were supposed to explain to Jungkook that the universe has tied your lives together and for millions of years you have been destined to be united. Would he even believe you? Jungkook has wanted to see facts to prove something, and what if you were just seeing things?

Jungkook used his extra key to get into your apartment, and the moment he saw you he was worried. You had never looked so scared in his opinion. Jungkook rushed over to your side, sitting beside you on the floor and looking you in the eye, oblivious to the butterflies fluttering around his stomach and practically screaming at him that you were soulmates. You, however, felt everything.

“Go into my room and look at the picture at the bottom of the box your mom gave me,” you spoke as if you were numb to the world, and Jungkook saw that clearly. He didn’t hesitate to stand up and go to your room, noticing how clean it was and being reminded of how you used to clean his room for him.

He approached the small, familiar box on your bed, peering down into it and feeling his pupils shake as he stared at the picture that answered the question he had been asking for years.

We are soulmates?” Jungkook asked, walking around to see you sitting on the couch with your head in your hands. He felt as if he had been frozen at that moment, staring at you and discovering all of the feelings he had and how his gut didn’t lie to him. He had always felt something about you, but he had never acted upon the idea nor even thought about it. He watched you nod faintly, and he slowly walked over to you and sat down in front of you on the couch. There was only one way to tell if two people were soulmates, and that was through the first kiss. However, that even felt weird being that you two had been friends for as long as you can remember.

“Your mom knew,” you spoke quietly. “She almost told us openly, and she kept throwing hints. I’ve had that box for two years and I just not looked at the picture hidden at the bottom. You didn’t have to search for so long if I just looked—“

To test the soulmate powers you shared, Jungkook kissed you suddenly. It was both his first kiss and yours, yet it felt as if fireworks had gone off inside of your stomach. You wondered if it was a normal thing to feel such a way, but every thought drifted from your mind in an instant. It felt almost like your entire life had led to that very moment you shared with only Jungkook, and you felt a weird sensation that somehow let you know that yes, Jungkook was your soulmate and he would always be.

“Maybe we weren’t supposed to know until now. My mom probably wanted us to find out by ourselves, and not with her help,” Jungkook smiled faintly, his heart and being feeling completed. He declared the wait worth it in every aspect, realizing that rushing the discovery would only change the outcome.

You gasped, throwing your hands over your mouth, “How are we going to tell Rena?”

Jungkook would only chuckle, wrapping his arms around you, knowing that you were forever his, and he was forever yours. He could finally see and understand the love he felt for you, and nothing could change the fact that you were both destined for one another. He felt his heart beating in his chest steadily, and without hesitating, he knew yours was beating at the exact same pace, at the exact same time.

  • *Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw Potions*
  • Molly: *setting up her cauldron*
  • Sherlock: *watching her*
  • Sherlock: *annoyed* How much shampoo did you use this morning, Molly?
  • Molly: *confused* Sorry?
  • Sherlock: Bit excessive, don't you think?
  • Molly: *frowns* The usual. Why? What's wrong with it?
  • Sherlock: *sighs* Nothing *setting up his work* It's distracting.
  • Molly: *offended* Distracting? What about you? You smell like you slept in a coffee shop.
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* I've had one cup. Don't you like it?
  • Molly: *scoffs* Whatever. Shut up.
  • Professor Slughorn: *enters* Settle down, class, and direct your attention to the front of the class. More specifically *taps a cauldron* Amortentia! The most powerful love potion in the world.
  • Sherlock & Molly: ...
  • Professor Slughorn: It is said to have a different aroma for everyone who smells it, reminding each person of the things that they find most attractive
  • Sherlock & Molly: *glance at each other*

With the sun setting over New York, Magnus and Alec stumble through the main door, letting it click shut behind them. With his arm around Magnus’ back, Alec leads him over to the couch, supporting a big part of the warlock’s tired weight. The loft is alight with golden rays of the sun, everything so seemingly peaceful compared to what they had gone through just a couple of hours earlier.

It’s almost like the stressful day had never happened, but the lines of exhaustion, both physical and mental, are obvious in the furrow of Magnus’ brow, in the way he slumps into the soft seat with a bone-deep sigh. With his elbows set on his knees, Magnus rubs at his face with his fingers, not even paying much attention to his eye makeup, with how distracted he is.

When they returned from the core maintenance room, a little bit ruffled and still coming off the high of adrenaline, the OPS centre had been a mess - Jace held Raj pinned down against the table and a couple of other lower-rank Shadowhunters were stood by the far wall, guarded by Izzy and Clary. Alec should’ve expected the opposition to his idea if he had to be honest, given what has been said about him in the recent weeks by some of the staff  - at least everything worked out despite Raj’s interference, they’re all alive, the plan worked, and the Institute is still standing where it should be.

At first, Magnus just seemed tired, out of breath and jittery with all the magic that had been running through his fingers just moments before, but as they made their way back home, the excitement wore off, swapped for heavy limbs and a sleepy smile.

Magnus leans against the couch, letting his head fall back against the cushions, looking up at Alec who’s standing in parade rest, hands clasped behind his back.

“I don’t think I’ve taken a cab since the New York Knicks won their first NBA championship back in the seventies,” Magnus muses, his lips quirked up and eyes twinkling with what has to be a mix between nostalgia and mirth.

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Okay so This post by @oh-star-how-the-mighty-fall has been going around and it really made me think about how Thomas makes the Sides body language and facial expressions so different from each other to the point where we can tell them apart even without their typical outfits. And its sorta fascinating to me to figure out what exactly he does differently and im also gonna end up using this as a reference for my art and fic, So Here We Go

(oh shit this got long Facial Expressions are going to be a different post)


  • The boy does not stand still. 
  • He stays in the center of the frame when he’s speaking to the camera, but his shoulders are constantly in motion. Shifting back and forth. turning to reference where the other sides would stand.
    • That Shoulder Shimmy 
  • When Thomas gestures the movement tends to be symmetrical with both hands doing the same motion 


  • Stands with his shoulders back and chin up
  • Surprisingly says in one spot more than Thomas. 
  • It doesn’t seem like that because he gestures so widely and expansively
  • Where as Thomas’s gestures are mainly symmetrical Roman’s are asymmetrical typically with his one of his hands over his head. 


  • Shifts in place just as much Thomas, but his movements are more fluid.
  • Tends to lean his full body towards the other sides instead of just shifting his shoulders 
  • Tends to clasp his hands together often, and his gesturing tends to be close to the body but still very energetic
  • He tends to repeat movements at least twice 


  • Second most still out of all the sides
  • Where as Patton’s movements are fluid, Logan’s have a sharp quality to them. Not harsh or angry, just abrupt
  • Logan tends to point more than any other side, and his gestures tend to be single handed 


  • Tends to stand in one place, but leans forward to emphasis his points
  • Where as Thomas’s shoulders tend to swivel Virgil’s tend to bunch up  
    • Also does the Shoulder Shimmy when hes worried or unsure
  • He tends to slump to one side or the other 


  • Keeps his body very still
  • Similar to Roman his gestures are very asymmetrical 
  • Slightly leans towards the persons he’s addressing
  • Rolls his neck instead of merely turning his head
Bad Taste | Tom Holland x Reader

Originally posted by thosekidswhohuntmonsters

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader (mostly Tom’s POV)

Summary: Tom absolutely hates the guy you were crushing on, I mean he has all the same things the other guys does, why are you looking anywhere else???

Warnings: jealousy, swearing, fluff  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Word Count: 4k

“Oh, come on now, Y/N, you can’t be fucking serious,” Tom bumps his shoulders with you at the counter of the bar, sighing audibly. He taps his fingers anxiously on the glass of his beer bottle.

You look at him, laughing, “I am serious!” You scan across the table, to a tall, dark and handsome figure talking casually to Zendaya, “He’s hot, Tom!”

The boy next to you hung his head down, his own dark hair hanging over him. The guy you were ogling over was no one special, to Tom. He lets out another heavy sigh,

“And I can’t believe you have Zendaya talking to him for you.”

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fillin a request for kylo taking care of injured rey post-tlj, yeeee

Rey’s pain is blasterfire in Kylo’s guts. From across the battlefield, high above the main conflict inside of his shuttle, he feels it tear through him.

She shouldn’t be here. He should have sensed her.

The tension that accompanies their bonding feels heavy in the air and he sees her just in front of him, blood drooling around the fingers on the hand that she has clasped to her abdomen. Her teeth are set in a snarl and her eyes are fogged over with pain. She’s looking at him without seeing him and doesn’t answer when he demands to know where she is. Then she’s gone.

“Sir?” Tavson asks, half-turning away from the controls of the shuttle.

“Take us down,” Kylo says, shaking.

Tavson doesn’t ask anything further and the rest of the crew is more than used to the supreme leader’s surges in emotion by now. They remain fearful, however, unsure of which of them will be the target of his ire. That fear is thick in the cabin, but it’s overwhelmed entirely by the hurt exuding from Rey.

Kylo gives orders for them to stay put once they’ve landed behind a ridge, far away enough from the heart of the battle that they’re unlikely to be attacked but close enough that he can conceivably return. One of the crew hands him a medkit when he demands it. He circles around to the front of the ridge, shuts his eyes, reaches out with his feelings, trying to sort through the chaos to find Rey. The sound of blasters and battle cries fades into the distance. His eyes snap open.

There. On the edge of the battle and fading fast. She’s getting away.

Kylo follows her into the woods bordering the battlefield, too concerned for her to consider the irony of the location, to remember how they first met. Soon the sound of war is a faint echo.

He finds her blood trail before he finds her, more black than red on this planet’s soil. When he finds Rey herself, she’s curled up in an irregularity at the base of a tree, pressing a too-small patch of bacta to her wound, hissing between her teeth. Her skin is ashen.

Rey goes for her lightsaber when she realizes that he’s there and tries to stand. The weapon slips from her blood-slicked hand and she collapses back down with a half-gasp half-scream.

Kylo outspreads his hands as he approaches her. “I’m here to help.”

“I don’t want your help,” Rey says, shaking her head.

Kylo crouches, suddenly aware of how threatening his huge body must look from her point of view. Even so, she reaches for the lightsaber again. Kylo pulls it to his hand with the Force and for once she is far too out of it to even attempt to take it back from him. He holsters it without a second thought and reaches for the medkit instead. He all but rips it open. Rey curls up into a ball to shield her wound from him when he reaches for her.

“Please don’t fight me,” he says, “not now.”

Rey’s bleary eyes hold on his gloved hand for a long second. Whether from exhaustion or simple scavenger’s practicality, she lifts her arm to expose the wound. She had already torn apart the lower half of her shirt to get to it. Kylo knows that she’s going to need more medical help than he can offer, but a patch job will have to do for the moment so he can bring her to one of the First Order’s medical facilities. She’ll hate that, but it can’t be any worse than having him work on her.

Once he cleans off some of the blood, he realizes that it made it seem worse than it is. It wasn’t a blaster that had gotten her, as he initially thought, but a slash from a vibroblade. Wide, but not deep. Her organs feel intact when he feels at them with the Force. The skin has to be sewn up. His stitches are clumsy and uneven and he hates himself for every pained cry Rey makes.

Kylo makes hushing noises like his mother did when he came home with scraped knees and hands and elbows. In a moment of daring, he presses his lips to her forehead. This situation is far more extreme and he feels childish for doing it, but it has the same effect. Rey relaxes. With a pang he realizes that her parents had probably never done anything of the sort for her.

Rey leans against his chest as he smears bacta over where he had knitted her back together. One of her hands alights on his thigh to keep her balance. Any other time and he would have been electrified at her touch. Now he’s just worried about how much she’s trembling.

“You’re warm,” she gasps, listless, pressing her face to his neck.

“You’re freezing,” he says, gingerly wrapping his arms around her.

She lost so much blood, despite his best efforts. He wraps her up in his cape and carries her in his arms toward the shuttle, trying to share as much warmth as he can.

Kylo can’t hear the sounds of battle anymore. The silence is eerie, broken up only by Rey’s tiny gasps.

Just before he reaches the ridge where the shuttle is hidden, she calls out to him and writhes in his arms, panicky. “Ben. Ben.”

“Stop moving, you’ll break your stitches—” His heart throbs against his ribs, against her side.

“I’m going to die.” She tries to sit up in his grasp. “But I want to… just once…”

“You’re not going to die! I won’t let—”

Rey presses the tiniest, most pathetic kiss to his chin. Kylo stops in his tracks, stares down at her. He kisses her full on the lips, holding her close enough that they are in danger of melting together. She’s fainted by the time he opens his eyes.

The crew onboard the shuttle recognizes the girl in his arms, the same girl that Kylo Ren had taken from Takodana, albeit in far worse shape and held far, far more tenderly.


Luke Skywalker walked into the hut—to find Rey and Kylo with their hands clasped, staring into each other’s eyes.
“Stop!” he yelled, and flung out his hand. A burst of power hurled every stone of the hut outward from its center, scattering them around the bench where Rey and Kylo sat in astonishment.
Rey’s hand closed on nothing and she stared at Luke as rain pelted them.